#i was too impatient to gif the full scene i really needed to do this part

[dawntainbobbynash]

Behind these curtains are thrills and scares your young minds cannot even imagine!

[revetahwsstuff]

Johnny Cage

With a (bottom) Male S/O who is basically similar to Nicole Watterson but reversed. Pt.2

(Daycare!)

M/N watched as his 3 children kept chanting that weird name, now he wasn’t familiar with anyone with that kind of name unless they were talking about Kakashi Hatake which the name “Ninja mime” fits him.

To M/N, he looks like any old-rich- white-dude so why are his kids are so fond of him suddenly? “Woah there little children! Don’t make a scene out of me.” Johnny Cage said with a snarky grin making M/N stoic expression turn firm a little.

“Come on kids, let’s not disturb the gentlemen.” M/N voice had a bit of sweetness mix with irritation as he began to push the cart full of food but it seems like his children didn’t want to leave.

“Aww, but dad. Look this may sound surprising to you but could we at least hang in the store for a couple of hours?” C/N one said, “This is like the only one time we actually might be grateful towards you if you do.” C/N three said

“Couple of hours? No, we have to get home early, cook dinner, go to sleep and take you kids to school.” M/N rebuttal and his three children pouted before looking up at Johnny with adorable-dejected-looking-faces.

“Looks like we can’t know each other yet Ninja-Mime.” C/N two with sadness. Johnny looked down with a half-smile. Looking up at their father who was beginning to walk away. Johnny crouched at their height “How about I..go to your house?”

“You can do that?!” C/N one question with excitement and Johnny just gave them a playful wink.

“Children!!” M/N yelled, the 3 kids jumped at their fathers voice and scurried away from Johnny to their father who was already 6 feet away from them from the aisle.

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Around 5, at home. Biyu was out of the house again to work dead-paying job meaning the children own the house now to do whatever they want.

“He should be here any minute now.”

“You sure? Someone like him has way too much on his hands” C/N two replied to C/N one. The two youngsters head downstairs and stood in front of the door, C/N one was tapping their shoes on the wooden floor impatiently before the doorbell was heard. The children immediately yanked the door open and had nervous smiles on their faces with Johnny cage looking down at them with wide eyes when seeing their nervous expression.

“You kids okay? I know I’m a celebrity and all but- you guys don’t seem like-“

“Oh no! We do want you here! Come! Come in.” C/N two nudged their small hand out for Johnny to come inside. The two looked up with creepy smiles but they were just shy and nervous since a big star came inside their little home. Johnny entered their small house, it was homey but very clustered as their were toys on the floor, and colored pencils laying around with papers drawn. A fish tank sitting on a dresser and kitchen just a few steps away.

The children began to pick up and tidy the living room up a little for their special guest and they did it pretty fast, C/N puts a towel where they accidentally spilled orange juice on the cushion and led Johnny where to sit which he oblige. “So this is where you guys sleep, not particularly my taste but for a normal family such as you guys.” Johnny looked around before he heard something moving and he adverted his eyes to see the three kids of M/N just staring at them. “Do you want anything sir? We got water, Thai tea or orange juice?”C/N one question with a nervous smile

“No need for the hospitality kids, just call me Johnny.” He interjected, “ok! Johnny?! How was your day?! What did you ate?!” M/N children energy were high! Johnny could understand where M/N stoic personality came from (If M/N came back and spot Johnny with his children it would drop his energy already.)

“I haven’t really ate anything today, but I did snuck out during a meeting for a movie just to see you kids.” Johnny replied, “awh, we were that important even we just met..well I know you..but you don’t know me-“ C/N one continued before C/N two smack them on the head for their sibling to not reveal the stalkings they did on Johnny’ daily life.

“So kids..do you guys have any games to play?” Johnny cage asked as he leaned back in the small couch, his legs had to be out stretched on the floor since he was tall.

“We can play (Your favorite game) on the PS5!” C/N one suggests and C/N two opens a cabinet under the TV to reveal the many games they had before picking the game C/N said they could play. The kids brought out their controllers and tossed one to Johnny who caught it in ease. The three began to play the game on the TV, making loud noises in the process making the toddler in the house awake

“CAN YOU GUYS BE QUIET?!” C/N three shouts from the nursery room, the older kids and Johnny quickly shut their mouth but later snickered in response. The three continued to play the PS5 until the clock strikes at 7pm. The sounds of keys rattling against the door heard before opening-

“What are you kids doing?!”

[creedslove]

HEARTLESS 💔 - PART THIRTEEN

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: it's Wyatt's birthday and you and Jack are on your way to become a beautiful family

(This is the thirteenth chapter of my HEARTLESS 💔 series)

• PART ONE TO TWELVE ON MY MASTERLIST

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff, sexual tension, mentions of smut, angst and more fluff and some jealousy too

A/N: ay besties, I don't know what to tell you guys, I love our cowboy so much and he is trying so hard, and at the same time I'm so horny for him, but aren't we all? Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, there's enough fluff and some drama too ❤️

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You had knocked on Jack's door three times already and he hadn't opened it. You could tell yourself it was just impatience as you really wanted to wake Wyatt up to wish him a happy birthday along with his daddy, now that three of you were an actual family - for the weekend at least, so you two could figure things out and see if you could give each other a real chance, giggling at the realization that yes, you probably would give each other a chance.

You knocked once more and there was still no sign of Jack and you rolled your eyes a little, as several scenarios ran through your mind: what if Jack was busy doing something? Maybe he was in a meeting with Statesman, or another agency like the Kingsman, or instead of working in the middle of the night, what if Jack was doing something else? Like maybe touching himself.

You felt a shiver down your spine to picture that scene, one you'd witnessed several times, the way Jack pumped his cock, how his heavy balls quivered whenever he was nearing his orgasm and how he just shot his thick load - very often on your face or directly into your mouth. At the sinful images you pictured in your mind, you felt a warm going down your core and pressed your legs together. All you needed to do was to get into his room and crawl into his bed, he often lay on his back, so you could surprise him by straddling and moving your hips softly against his until Jack opened his eyes and found you ready for his cock.

You immediately shook your head and snapped those thoughts away, you needed to focus, you had a family tradition to introduce to Jack, and yet, you were standing outside his door, having dirty thoughts about his body.

Your hand was tired of holding the small cake while you knocked with your free one, Helen's words echoing in your mind as she told you about the evening he'd washed down sleeping pills with whiskey and again the feeling of sadness hitting you. He wouldn't do that now that things were falling into place, would he? You really hoped he wouldn't, so without any more waiting, you opened the door to his room, as quiet as you could and placed the cake on the dressers, seeing how the cowboy slept peacefully in bed.

Funny how out of all the absurd thoughts that ran through your mind, not once you considered he could've just been sleeping.

You smiled at yourself, as you tiptoed around his bed, seeing Jack and Wyatt were so similar even when they both slept. Whiskey always looked a lot younger when he was asleep, perhaps it was how relaxed he got, without a care in the world, or maybe how messy his hair looked, giving him a boyish appearance.

"Jack?" You whispered, approaching the edge of the bed, wanting to wake him up without startling him. You didn't want him to go into his full secret agent mode, thinking you were an intruder. Technically you were intruding his bedroom, but you figured he wouldn't actually complain about that.

"Jack?" You asked again, your hand touching his face gently, he was so warm you could just lie right next to him there and go back to sleep without trying too hard.

About the third time you called his name, Whiskey finally opened his eyes, startled as he immediately sat up and watched around the room, looking for some imminent danger or threat; and then his eyes fell on you. At first he thought he was dreaming, why were you in his room? And wearing that goddamn beautiful nightgown. Jack was a classic man, he enjoyed women who wore nightgowns because not many of them were able to look beautiful, elegant and painfully sexy in those, but you checked all the boxes. You would be the death of him, especially with those beautiful eyes, staring into his own in the puzzling silence you two shared. He didn't hesitate before wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling you to him and kissing your lips without a warning. He wanted to make sure he wasn't dreaming, that any of what happened the day before wasn't just a sweet trick from his imagination. He'd lost track of how many times he'd fantasized about you joining him in that bed, so he needed to assure himself you were real.

You were.

He could state by the warmth he felt the moment your soft breasts touched his naked chest, how your body weight felt just right on top of his and your hungry lips never gave him any sign of wanting to stop. The way he felt your fingers running through his scalp and tugging at his curls, being obvious you wanted that just as much as he did. You realized all you would have to do was place a leg on each side of his body and lower yourself a little so you could ride that cowboy until sunrise and for a few seconds you were seriously tempted in doing it. At that moment you deeply regretted asking him to be patient as you didn't want to jump into his bed, because the moment that devilish cowboy touched you, you wanted nothing but to jump into his bed and let him fuck you raw, the way only Jack Daniels was able to do it.

As tempting as that was, you remembered the whole reason why you were in his bedroom in the first place, so you took the hard task of breaking the kiss, nibbling his lower lip softly as your finger traced his sharp jawline "I'm sorry to wake you up and startle you, but it's past midnight Jack…" you whispered and you could see how his brows furrowed in confusion; of course he didn't know what you were talking about, it was his first time being part of the family and he still had a few things to get used to.

"Come on…" you said, taking him by the hand and pulling him out of the bed, he was curious as you didn't say a lot, he just put on his sweatpants over his black boxers and his stetson on, making you chuckle. No shirt on, but couldn't miss his cowboy hat.

You went to his dresser and grabbed the small cake you'd baked while everyone else went to bed. "It's past midnight, it's officially our son's birthday and we both have this tradition. I wake him up to be the first one to wish him happy birthday and we share a cupcake or something… but now you're part of it too, Jack, come on" you smiled at him and headed towards Wyatt's bedroom.

He couldn't help but feel his heart flutter in his chest, so thrilled to have his dream coming true, he followed you, beautifully marching with your gown, making an ethereal image in his mind, his tired eyes couldn't help but watching every step you took, you were mesmerizing, effortlessly gorgeous with the nicest smile he'd ever seen, the smile that had disappeared whenever he was around, and now it was reserved for him again, he was worthy of it once more.

Jack felt he couldn't help himself and wrapped his arms around your waist, having his own back to the wall, as you pulled you closer and chuckled at how worried you were about the cake

"Jack, what are you doing? We need to wake Wyatt up and sing happy birthday to him" you told him, but you weren't convinced you couldn't fight his touch "Honey please" you pouted "come on cowboy, I know you have other plans in mind, but our little cowboy really loves this tradition, you'll see it for the first time, you'll love it, I can assure you" you negotiated with him, feeling him loosening the grip around your waist, as you had convinced him, of course being with you was important but he couldn't wait to see his son's little face lighting up in happiness. He gently took the cake into his hands but not without stealing a peck from your lips.

You bit your lips, holding back your giggle and finally opened Wyatt's bedroom door.

The toddler immediately rushed back to bed, being caught red handed way after his bedtime. He knew his mommy didn't like when he didn't sleep, but he was so excited about playing with the little wood horses his daddy gave him.

He didn't have time to carefully place them into the box, so he got under the blankets and hoped his mommy wouldn't be angry, he noticed his daddy was also there and swallowed thinking he would be in trouble.

However, you smiled at him as you turned the lights on "you don't have to hide baby, mommy and daddy aren't angry you were playing, we both know you're a cowboy like daddy who loves your horses" you stroked your son's soft curls and watched as he sighed in relief "we're here because it's past midnight and we want to wish you a happy birthday" you chanted at the same time Jack lowered himself, showing Wyatt the small and very cute cake you'd baked and he had the proof you were not wrong when you said he would love to see Wyatt's happiness, because that little cowboy was all over the place, squealing happily and clapping his chubby small hands. He hugged you and Jack, pulling you two even closer, and you kissed his forehead.

You started singing a happy birthday song and Jack followed you, the way his son's smile was wide and beautiful - like yours - pierced right through that cowboy's heart, making him think of all the horrible things he did to you and Wyatt. You heard his voice break in the middle of the song, and turning to him, you saw he couldn't hide the tears that insisted on rolling down his cheek. Wyatt, at the same time he was thrilled about the tradition he shared with his mommy and now with his daddy too, got distracted by his father's tears, not understanding why he was sad. He took his eyes off the delicious cake his mommy had made and climbed his daddy's lap

"It's okay, don't cwy dada" he took his small hand to Jack's face, wiping away his tears just like his mommy did whenever Wyatt had an owwie. The cowboy on the other hand, couldn't take the amount of love he was receiving, the amount of love he craved but didn't deserve. His gorgeous son, looking at him with the most sympathetic eyes he'd ever seen, with nothing but love and purity inside, and Jack was taken back to the night he'd told you to get rid of the baby, at that moment he didn't see what a vile, horrible thing that was, but now that Jack his son in his arms, he saw what a monster he'd been. He didn't understand why you had decided to give him a second chance, he knew you were too good for him.

Wyatt snuggled against his daddy's chest once he felt his large arms around his small frame, smiling up at you, as Wyatt reached for your hand, holding it gently, in a way to feel close to his entire family.

Then Jack shot you the saddest eyes you'd ever seen, they were reddish with tears, in a silent apology you knew it didn't come from his mouth, but from his heart and you nodded at him, wanting to relieve some of the pain he felt. He couldn't escape it as it was just a punishment and consequence of the actions he'd done in the past, but perhaps you could soothe his heart a little. You wrapped your arms around his waist and the three of you remained in each other's embrace in a very comfortable silence.

When Wyatt asked for a slice of cake, Jack finally wiped his tears, nodding and picking him up, taking him downstairs where you could get them plates so the toddler wouldn't make a mess. You watched as both father and son helped themselves to the full slices, and smiled big at them.

"Jack… I was hoping to stay with Wyatt for a few more days on the ranch, if it's okay with you?" You suggested the cowboy, who widened his eyes in surprise and barely swallowed the cake he was chewing on, before immediately agreeing. Wyatt was over the moon, to know he'd stay with his parents at that amazing place and the love of his little life: his beautiful pony Silver Star.

After the cake session was over, Jack took him upstairs, Wyatt nearly falling asleep, with his face resting against his daddy's shoulders and small hands gripping him, never wanting to let go. He tucked him in and smiled sadly at the sight of his old wood horses, glad to know his son liked it so much, but still upset with the time he'd spent apart. He couldn't help himself but picture what life would be like if you two got back together for real and tried for another baby, he knew you would never trust him with that, but he would like to think he would take his chance to be a great husband and even better dad to Wyatt and the little girl you two you would - because he was sure in his heart the next member of the Daniels family would be a little princess - and he chuckled thinking to himself he would spend all the money he had on ponies if that meant he would please his wife, his son and his baby daughter.

He went downstairs as quick as he could and found you in the kitchen, washing the plates you three had used and wrapped his arms around your waist once more. That old cowboy couldn't help himself and loved touching you whenever he could, a part of him worried you would fall back into your senses and reject him, so he felt he should take all his chances to have his hand on you. And another part of that cowboy just longed for your touch, as much as you longed for his during the years.

You quickly turned around and smiled, hugging his waist as he pressed you against the sink.

You two remained in a comfortable silence until Jack looked down licking his lips and then back at you again. There it was, the hurt in them again. You stroked his cheek and before he could say anything, you nodded.

"I know Jack… I really do…" you said in a low voice "we both know how bad it was, at some point, I hated you Jack, I really did, and it took me a while to believe you have good intentions, you know that… but now we are working on it, right?" He nodded with the sweetest look in his face and your heart tightened in your chest "I wanna stay with Wyatt, not permanently, not for now at least, but I think it'll be a nice thing" you smiled and pecked his lips, taking his hat off and placing it on your head

"Just play your cards right… I'm breaking the cowboy hat rule for the second time, and you know what happens in the third strike… Earn that strike" you winked at home and walked out the kitchen.

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The night was agonizing for you, as you couldn't help yourself but think of Jack the entire time, every single touch he'd left on your body burned your skin and you kept thinking of him the entire time, you tossed and turned in bed, and you cursed yourself for giving him that speech about earning you because it could take time, when in reality you wanted to ride that cowboy literally to the sunrise - which would happen in a few hours - time enough for you to go to his room and…

You stopped yourself right there, you still hadn't even talked to Frankie, he needed to know your relationship was over, you didn't know if he would accept it, but even if he didn't, he wouldn't actually have a say in it, it wasn't like he could force you to be with him, besides, you wanted to be with Jack, you would give it a try, and for that neither of you couldn't have anyone holding you back. You completely forgot to tell Jack you had invited Frankie, but you hoped it wouldn't be a problem, after all, it was your boy's big day.

However, as much as you tried rationalizing, all you could think of was that cowboy. He was definitely driving you insane and you couldn't wait to get your hands on him. Or rather have his hands on you. Or both.

You grabbed your phone with a devilish idea and opened your Tinder app, knowing that if Jack still had his, his profile would show. You suffocated a squeal when you quickly found him, you laughed out loud, seeing his profile was corny and kinda ridiculous, just like Jack could be at times and you absolutely loved it. You immediately swiped him to the right and hoped he would see the notification popping up on his phone.

Jack on the other hand couldn't sleep at all, after you'd woken him up, he had too many thoughts, emotions and ideas going on and he simply couldn't calm down. He was anxious and excited about Wyatt's party but your words also puzzled him. How could he earn his strike? Of course he wanted to take you to bed but it was not only that, he wanted to have you in his bed every single night for the rest of his life, he wanted to make you his wife, and sometimes he just didn't believe himself you were actually giving him a chance to do it, it just felt too good to be real.

He frowned when he heard his phone buzz, that was his personal phone and well, he didn't have many friends who would reach for him, let alone in the middle of the night. He'd convinced himself he would just ignore it but then he thought of his mom and worried something might have happened. Ever since he started losing her to dementia he knew it was going to be a long road, so he had his aunt living with her full time and best care, but luckily, when he lit up his screen he saw a Tinder notification.

Jack frowned, confused at it, he hadn't even opened his profile since the disastrous date he attempted to have, but someone had liked him? Well, too bad, he wasn't interested in it anymore. He had a family, a son and a future wife he intended to win back, but he was a southern gentleman and he wouldn't just expose himself anymore, as he wanted to make things right with you, so he decided to delete his account. However, when he opened the app, he gasped and squinted his eyes to make sure he was actually seeing what he thought he was seeing. It was you! Your profile, you had matched him and sent him a cowboy emoji. He couldn't believe that. What game were you playing? He was both confused and amused, and he would be lying if he said a part of him worried someone was using a fake profile of yourself to catfish him again, but that couldn't happen, could it? He knew the only way to make things clear would be texting you back.

But that was dumb. Of course, it was kind of sweet, a nice symbolism, but he wanted to see you in person, he wanted to talk to you, there was no reason to be locked in the room and texting like a couple of teenagers if you were just a few feet away, so Jack got out of the room and walked to yours, knocking on your door and watching as you opened it with a smug expression on your face.

For the second time that night, Jack Daniels stood in his half naked glory, only sweatpants hanging so low on his hips and a cowboy hat on his head covered his sinful body. If you weren't pinning like a love sick puppy you'd find his combination of clothes at least…peculiar.

"What is it cowboy?" You asked but was immediately caught by his strong arms, dragging you inside and placing you against the mattress. He pinned you down, trapping you with his weight and making you moan louder than you intended, but the way his hands gripped your body just made you wrap your legs around his waist. The way you hungrily kissed each other, his hat getting lost in your sheets as his lips moved to your neck, the way his mustache tickled your skin and made you feel hungrier for him.

"You know, I wanted to go on a date with you before all that, Jack…"

"Consider done sugar, you'll go on a date with me first thing after Wyatt's birthday, and I can assure you I can stop this whenever you want.."

The problem was, you didn't want it to stop, it felt too good to be in your man's arms, so close to surrender to him when your own phone buzzed, making the two of you distracted. Jack was able to find it among your blankets and suddenly, he stopped completely, his weight lifting off your body, as he went serious staring into your phone screen. He clenched his jaw and you could see a vein popping in his neck.

"What's wrong, Jack?" You asked in a frown, but he swallowed it and scoffed handing you your phone.

"Nothing, sugar… it just seems Frankie's got his third strike…"

You were confused at his words until you went pale at Frankie's open conversation

"Miss you babe, thinking of you 😉"

That's what it read right under the dick picture he'd sent you.

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A/N: I love that Jack spent this chapter literally in nothing but sweatpants and a cowboy hat and he was wearing already too much in my opinion... And now Frankie ruins it? Can you imagine when he shows up at the party? Let's hope Jack doesn't turn into an asshole again 😢

[bleach-your-panties]

Sincember Event❄️❄️

Rating: Suggestive🍭

“Be quiet, Asteria, or you'll get us caught!”

A little girl dressed in a baby pink nightgown that went way past her tiny feet was crouching behind the wall between the hallway and living room.

Another, dressed in a baby blue nightgown clutching a brown teddy bear, piped up irritably.

“You’re the one that should be quiet, Luna!” She whisper-shouted, “You almost woke up Soleil, and if she would've started wailing, we'd have been caught for sure!”

“Yeah, yeah- look! It’s him!” Luna impatiently waved her sister off and watched the scene in front of her with her blue eyes twinkling in excitement.

Asteria fired back at her twin, her e/c eyes blazing with pure irritation.

The two little girls crouched lower to the floor, daring not to inhale or exhale too deeply as they awed at the majestic creature that they'd only heard of in stories from their mama and papa.

A man so tall that his head almost brushed the ceiling was walking steadily towards their Christmas tree.

He was dressed completely in red with fluffy white trim along his long coat that brushed the floor as he walked.

“Look, Asteria, it’s him! It's really him! It's Santa Claus!” Luna shook her sister’s shoulder while Asteria’s eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.

“He is real…”

Her teddy dropped to the floor.

Both twins leaned on the wall and continued to watch. 

Santa let out a soft chuckle and crouched down to the small, wooden table situated beside the tree. 

A plate of lumpy, misshapen sugar cookies slathered in icing and sprinkles sat atop a decorative Christmas plate with a cold mug of milk next to it. 

With a jolly little laugh, he picked up one of the cookies in his black-gloved fingers and bit into it. A few of the crumbs spilled into his white beard, but he gently wiped them away. To wash down his treat, he took a long sip from the mug that read, For Santa Only. 

“Santa's eating our cookies! He's laughing!” Luna was trying her best to remain undetected, but her six-year old mind could barely contain itself as she almost shook her poor sister’s shoulder out of the socket. 

“I see it- Luna, you're going to tear my arm off!”

The man then let out a soft grunt as he eased himself back up to his full height. The twins would then notice the large, red sack that was slung over his shoulder. 

Santa opened his bag and began pulling out multiple wrapped boxes, varying widely in size and shape. 

“Shit, these kids are too fucking spoiled.” He chuckled lowly to himself. 

“Need some help, Santa?” 

Armin’s sky blue eyes shifted over to your smiling face. Hints of amusement danced at the corners of your lips. You always had been good at sneaking up on him.

“How thoughtful of you, Mrs. Claus, but I think I have it under control.”

You strode further into the room, your matching white-fur trimmed robe trailing along the floor behimd you.

“Hmm, you got any presents for me in that sack?” You fluttered your eyelashes at him flirtatiously while bringing a hand up to trail along the buttons on the front of his coat, skillfully popping the ones closest to his belt open.

“Mmm, not in this one, but in this one I might.” Armin smirked elvishly and took hold of your hand, dragging it down to his crotch. A snort left your lips.

“How about I put another baby in you for Christmas? What do you say, Mommy?”

Your eyes grew twice their size. “Another baby?! Please! Soleil is barely a year old!”

Armin shrugged nonchalantly. “The gift that keeps on giving.” He then burst out into laughter as you started tickling his stomach.

“Hey, stop! What are you trying to do?!” He laughed harder as you dug your nails into his lower abdominals.

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m tickling Santa Claus because he can’t control that little perverted mouth of his.”

“Mm, baby, I’m pretty sure that it’s a crime to call Santa Claus a pervert on Christmas Eve.”

Luna and Asteria were completely baffled at the sight in front of them. Their mommy was tickling Santa Claus and making him giggle!

“Luna…are you seeing what I’m seeing right now?” Asteria whispered, bringing her teddy up so that it could watch the show as well. Luna could only slowly nod in astonishment.

“It was really sweet of you to do this for them, baby.” You told Armin while gently caressing his face with your hand. “Thank you.”

He took your hand in his gloved one and kissed your knuckles, languidly dragging his lips over them before they reached your huge diamond wedding ring.

“Of course, my love. I’d do anything for my goddess of love and my three little cherubs.”

Taking both of his cheeks in your hands, you slowly brought your lips to your husband’s in a warm, passionate kiss.

Armin reciprocated immediately and wrapped an arm around your waist, slightly dipping you forward.

The twins gasped.

“Luna!”

“Asteria!”

They shouted at each other in unison. “We just saw mama kiss Santa Claus!” 

You and Armin broke away after a few moments of tender bliss, both looking towards the hallway where you could see the shadows of two little girls and a certain teddy bear.

“Well, looks like we’ve been found out.” You giggled and took your thumb to wipe a bit of saliva off of Armin’s bottom lip.

“They are your kids, after all.” He quipped.

“They’re your kids, too!”

“Mhm, but they take after you. Nosy.” Armin moved away with a laugh as you swatted at him. 

Bringing you back to him by wrapping both arms around your waist this time, he pecked your cheeks and in retaliation, you licked his nose. Those baby blues turned to a deep royal hue then.

“You’d better stop before Mommy and Santa Claus end up doing a lot more than just kissing.”

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*ᵃˢᵗᵉʳⁱᵃ: ᵍʳᵉᵉᵏ. ˢᵗᵃʳ

*ˢᵒˡᵉⁱˡ: ᶠʳᵉⁿᶜʰ. ˢᵘⁿ

*ˡᵘⁿᵃ: ⁱᵗᵃˡⁱᵃⁿ. ᵐᵒᵒⁿ

ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

Things I Noticed While Writing Light The Fuse: Part 14, Episode 5

This one is just. They didn't have to do this for us but they did. They really did. 😳

I am kissing everyone who thought this angle was a good idea directly on the mouth

Nothing could've prepared us for this strength reveal. Matty in a tanktop again with such an awful pitching form. Ethan's super wide stance and the fact that he really thought he could catch up to it. That ball doesn't even touch ground in the park, and Matty completely knew this was coming, maybe he was hoping he'd take it easy on them this time.

You can also hear a clocktower go off here, and I'm not sure if it's signaling 2, which means Gary should be making his drop (I wanted them to arrive at the same time to keep everything on schedule but the fact that they're just playing ball while Gary is at Percy's to kill time is funny to me), or if it's a generic gong to signal the hour

don'ttalkabouthistitsdon'ttalkabouthistitsdonottalkabouthistits Matty has really pretty hair I really like it when it's this long

You really thought you were gunna get that one huh champ, it literally disappears into the distance, these are nowhere close to the fence

The first shot is actually slightly longer in the extended ep and I only noticed when my subs didn't match up to Hulu's version (what I'm using for this series), and that's the only change to this whole scene. But this convo is so important, this whole time Matty has just been bragging to cops about Ethan's murder and now he wants to actually know about it, be trusted with that information other than 'yeah that happened'.

And it would be so easy for Ethan to keep lying as he's been doing, just twist the truth enough to keep them away from his reality, but he doesn't, and even though it's just them playing baseball together for the fun of it instead of having this convo on the river or at the 707, that makes this scene so important to me I had to write it twice in my fic, one for the dialogue and one for the baseball, but both so intimate in their own way, I knew I couldn't do it any other way

don'ttalkabouthiscakedoNOTtalkaboutthecake

The shoes! I was finally gunna talk about the shoes! And then I looked up and realized that his undershirt is over a bit too much and he's flashing us just the teeniest amount and my brain turned to radio static again 😵😳😵

Okay I'm back, but the shoes! I love his shoes so much! Look at the heels on those things! And he has them in white too like these are just his favourite brand of shoes! I was trying to find out how tall he was and imdb said 6'1 and out loud I went 'no he's fuckin not' cause he's shorter than Johnson in all their scenes with the heels, and his are like very thin on his own boots, so some wires are getting crossed here 🤔 but I know that no matter what he's still taller than me and that's all that matters

Anyway everyone needs to appreciate Matty's fashion, I know Johnson eats with every outfit like the vest in this ep is so damn good but Matty with his western arrow shirt and his fancy belt and then normal jeans and thick-heeled shoes are just 😚👌

ohmygod he's so cute and impatient give him a second to grab the ball ;w;

I wonder if they talked about it in the scenes where Ethan wasn't around, cause in canon he ditches them to talk to Doris more than they're ditching him to make out so they still get time to talk alone offscreen, and again this is the first and only time Matty questions it. I feel like Johnson already has some doubts since the subs make him say or instead of yeah as a full mock, like he already has that good a read on him that he knows something might be up even if Ethan has only ever said it in fear and full confidence, a big difference than my fic for once since I had him say it in order to help Ethan speak more easily.

I would seriously pay for an entire show just with them, split season 2 into them and then everyone else lol just gimme every single second possible with them please

Finally, Ethan tells the truth, as detailess as possible, but still, this is what happened. Matty and Johnson looking at each other instead of him during this is interesting, I wonder if they've already gone over the little details he'd shared before so this is Matty confirming his own thoughts and Johnson wanting to again get right to the meat of it, just like when he was talking about his mom, he always manages to do this when no one else can

Yes, Ethan! Question it! Tell them everything and have them still accept you because they like having you here even if it doesn't make sense! The entire time they're not even looking at him, they're going over the possibility that he heard wrong and he isn't a murderer, he doesn't have to be here because his life is still safe. Maybe Matty was already having doubts on Cop Night when the cop didn't get the APB so he's been talking to Johnson about it, and still all this is changing nothing

(Matty's hands are so constantly moving I'm in love with him)

'Do you regret running away, finding us, being here? If you could go back, will you?'

Okay Ethan, I need you to listen to me very carefully. I need you to look them in the eye, then look me in the eye, and tell me personally that it was Meredith who made you feel less alone. I need you to tell me that your crush on her was more important than them accepting you no matter what, and wanting you to be there with them regardless of the answer.

Look at them. Even if he's not a murderer they want him there. He's their family already and it only gets stronger. Johnson knows it without a shadow of a doubt, this is just his confirmation. Matty knows it and he's so happy, this is another thing he believes in, Ethan trusted them and even if there's doubts about the murder there is no doubt about Ethan belonging there, with them, as a Phoenix

No Matty he wasn't going to take it easy on you guys after the heart to heart, you gotta go find that or buy more that's the Johnson Guarantee you signed up for when you let him grab the bat

This is the face of a man who now gets it, and he still told Meredith she was the one who made him feel like he wasn't alone, so I'm going to start believing that that was pure desperation in the face of the barrel cause these men love him so unconditionally it's not even me reaching anymore

And then this was the last time any of them were happy ;w; Ethan learns how it feels to be truly loved, and then instantly learns what fake love feels like again from someone he trusted ;w; ❤️💙💛

[sorakazeno]

Chaos Theory Act 73 Teaser

Partial scene from Act 73.

As always, not the final edit and may change slightly

“How long was Usagi-chan in the other timeline?” Taiki asks his first question.

Seiya looks at Taiki confused for a moment. It is not the question he had assumed. “It was roughly two months.” He’s unsure of the direction of this conversation. “Why?”

Yaten exchanges a look with Taiki. They filled in the other blanks while waiting for Seiya to return. “She and Rei-chan rejoined the tour almost three weeks ago.” He nods his head at Taiki.

“That would explain it,” Taiki ponders double checking to make sure everything lines up in his head.

“Explain what?” Seiya asks riled up as he approaches the two of them at the table. “What does this have to do with anything?” He slams his hands on the table, bending over staring at them.

Taiki is still seated and takes a deep breath knowing how this will affect Seiya. “You wanted a logical explanation.”

“Yeah…” Seiya hesitantly responds, adjusting his posture so he’s standing up right. He’s been desperate to come up with any alternative reason for what happened other than Usagi cheated on him.

“Minako-chan tried to contact Usagi-chan and ended up reaching Rei-chan briefly which is how we know she went to Earth. She also learned Sailor Cosmos attacked Sailor Pluto.” Taiki pauses for a moment. “We believe Sailor Cosmos went to Earth to seek out Sailor Pluto and attack her.”

Seiya is taken aback and by this theory. “I know she’s been angry about the other timeline but to attack Sailor Pluto? Why?” Seiya doesn’t give them time to answer as he continues to talk this out. “What possible reason could she---” He stops suddenly. He inhales sharply as his eyes widen as he pieces it all together. “no…that child…did Pluto sent her to a time when she was already…” he has difficulty swallowing as a large lump forms in his throat. He never even considered this as a possibility. He was too angry to think there was another explanation.

“We think it’s possible…” Taiki confirms. “That is why we needed to know how long she was in the other timeline.”

Seiya looks pale. Brushing a hand though his hair, “the things I said to her… I have to talk to her. I have to know if this is true.” He had spent hours hoping there was another reason to explain what happened before he confronted Usagi. Did he really screw things up this badly? “How did Minako-chan reach Rei-chan?” He needs to sort this out now. Too much time has already passed.

“Mina used her new communicator to try to reach Usagi-chan but she was sleeping and Rei-chan picked up.” Yaten looks at Seiya skeptically by fast his change in mood.

Seiya reaches in his pockets fishing out his own communicator. “I forgot Queen Kakyuu gave her a communicator.” He twists the star portion of his communicator to the right and to the left a few times of various rotations to bring it back online. “I need to figure this out.”

Taiki approaches his younger cousin. “Are you sure that is a good idea? She might not want to talk to you.”

“There is only one way to find out,” he taps a few more buttons on the device bring up a directory to scan for Usagi’s code to reach her. He smiles a little. Her birthday, he punches in 0630 and walks back to his bed to sit down while still holding the communicator. He is impatient at the static image.

It takes a minute until an image starts to come into focus.

“I was going to call you back Minako-chan, as soon as I figured out how this thing works,” Usagi explains. Her mouth drops slightly when she realizes it was not Minako trying to reach her, “…Seiya…” Her jaw instantly tenses and her eyes express pain seeing him.

Full scene to be posted on 8/24!

[isabellahawkes]

Simple Writing Advice I Wish I Followed When I Was Struggling

I’ve been struggling with my writing process for the past year and a half. I started writing down advice, some of which I never hear, and some of which I’ve heard but it didn’t resonate until now. Hopefully this helps you if you feel stuck in your writing process.

1) Don’t hold tightly to a plan, outline, or concept. A major thing that stifles the quality, and sometimes the joy of, a story is holding too tightly to your original idea. Creating a story comes from our brains, but the truth is that we typically “find” a story more often than we perfectly construct it. This obviously feeds into the debate over whether you should plot your story before drafting it, or if you should discover the story as you write it. I personally cannot construct a full outline for a story because I get my best ideas through the process of writing. I’m also really impatient, so with my personality type, it’s better for me to plot at a bare minimum, and start writing until eventually more ideas start flowing. If you do outline, and then you discover a better idea that would change the story as you’re writing it, just go with that idea.

2) Embrace your process, even if it’s messy. Don’t base your writing process on what theoretically will make your work cleaner at the beginning. This is a specific piece of advice because I tried an approach to writing that was practically like rewriting the same chapter over and over so it would be clean to edit. I would write the dialogue and the skeletons of every scene first, and then I would write the whole thing over again with narrative. This idea might actually work for some people (so you should try it), but I will explain why it didn’t for me. It made the writing process so technical. I wasn’t personally immersed in writing the story. I was trying to be more efficient, and have a cleaner “first” draft. I’m not saying you shouldn’t try this method. But if you do try it, and find that you don’t like it, then it doesn’t actually “work” for you.

3) Don’t keep starting over your manuscript. There’s this one project that I was working on for years, only to realize that I needed to rewrite most of it. This is perfectly fine. But instead of finishing that first draft and seeing where it took me, I just started over when I had 25% left of the draft. I have started this project over around 6 times. If you count all of the outlines, it’s closer to 10 times. I’m not saying you should never start over writing your manuscript, but I do recommend not doing it more than once. I wrote the pilot episode draft of an adaptation, and I started over only once, after I had finished the first draft. It’s the most successful I’ve been moving forward with a project (which is still progressing so slowly). I think the most helpful writing advice for me is just to keep writing and push against writer’s block. If you have a passion for a project, don’t give up on the draft you’re on until you’ve found an ending to it.

4) Don’t take one person’s writing advice as the guide book for what your writing process should look like. The process that works best for you will be more efficient and, more importantly, fun for you. There’s nothing wrong with trying out new techniques, but sometimes we just choose to emulate other writers because we don’t trust ourselves. I feel like the writing community in certain corners online is obsessed with finding a formula for the “correct” writing process. I don’t think it’s necessary to cling to another writer’s piece of advice because you like them as a figure. I want to reiterate this because it sounds like common sense, but it’s also a trap I’ve fallen into. I would convince myself that my most efficient process was like a big time author’s, even when it was so apparent that it wasn’t because I would get stuck in the process every time.

5) The gist is, what is a vital part of your writing process? I don’t like outlining. I’ll do rough skeleton outlines for projects. However, I get stuck in the earliest phases of drafting every single time when I’m trying to have everything planned out in advance. Some plotters will argue that my outline just isn’t good enough. I’ll agree, because I don’t like outlining as much as I like drafting. The farthest I’ve ever progressed on an original story was when I kept drafting until I really hit my stride and figured out where I wanted the story to go. I regret that I didn’t finish that draft. I stopped because I realized I would need to rewrite most of it, as what I’d ended up writing would be better as the second book in the series instead. So I stopped that draft, instead of seeing it through to the end so I could have a better idea of where I wanted the overall story to go. This was a huge mistake I made, and I’m convinced it’s why I’ve never been able to even construct a definitive outline for the first book. I’m a writer who values drafting more than planning. I also value editing (don’t worry, plotters). So what makes the writing process more efficient and fun for me is not worrying about the first draft because I know I can fix everything in the editing stages.

What counts as a vital part of your writing process? What writing advice do you wish you had followed sooner?

[freuleinanna]

op i'm so sorry for intrudung but i just couldn't resist writing this, they're such chilDREN!! hope you don't mind 💛

The whole day, she says but a few words to him. He's victorious, and she congratulates him so dryly the sounds are crunching on her teeth. He's the youngest member of the Institute to man his own research mission to the greath North, and she behaves like he's going to what, London, for a can of shoe black? Honestly, that woman.

Marisa disappears entirely after all toasts are said, and although fellow colleagues are still clapping him on the shoulder and shaking his hand here and there, Asriel can't ignore the sting. He thought she'd be happy for him. Instead, all he gets from Marisa is the silent treatment and a whole lot of disinterest.

Wallowing in his wounded pride, Asriel is standing in a room full of people absently nodding to whatever someone is saying, and frowns at a glimpse of Marisa through the terrace door. She's walking away, to the gardens. Can't leave without her husband, but will stop at nothing to avoid him, it seems. None of his success matters as much as he thought it would when he imagined her reaction and support.

For goodness' sake, he's wearing a stupid tux just to impress her, and she couldn't care less.

When the event is closing to an end, Asriel almost leaves, thinking: that'll show her. A childish thought, really. Oh, you're avoiding me? I'll avoid you better.

Luckily, his soul is much better in reading subtle messages between unspoken lines.

'Aren't you forgetting something?' she comes to stand in his way as he makes for the main entrance. 'Someone?'

'We're going home, Stelmaria. Long journey ahead.'

'Asriel.' Just like that: Asriel. She has a habit of calling his name in a manner that feels at the same time patronizing, warning, and slightly done with him.

He tries to keep walking, but Stelmaria weaves herself around his legs and persists until Asriel almost falls. She even grumbles a bit, and gives him the gentlest cautionary bite on the hand, refusing to let him forward.

'Oh, what?!' he snaps, barely keeping his balance.

'Go talk to her.'

'She clearly doesn't want to be talked with.'

'Doesn't she?' the leopard tilts her head with such patience, it's almost like she's this wise ethereal being knowing all the secrets of the universe but never sharing any of them. That's another thing she does, looking at him like he's a cub or something, ignorant to the world and in need of being taught the basic rules.

'If she did want to talk,' Asriel grumbles moodily, 'she wouldn't have disappeared.'

'You're leaving in a few days.'

'Exactly! It might be the last chance...'

'Oh, you idiot!' Stelmaria growls and whisks her tail in irritation, surprising Asriel with an explosive emotion so unlike her. Then adds, quietly, with the utmost patience again, 'My idiot. She just learned we'll be leaving in a few days, no idea when to return. How do you think that makes her feel?'

'I– oh.'

His face changes with realization. Stelmaria nods.

'Oh, indeed. Go say goodbye like a decent person, because I'll bite your fingers off if you hurt that girl. She likes us,' the leopard glances over at the terrace door, a pensive expression on her face. 'Maybe even more.'

'More? What more?' he asks quickly, leaning forward.

'Do you really need me to spell it out for you?'

Already grinning, Asriel shakes his head and turns heel. A few more handshakes along the way, but now he pays even less attention. He listens impatiently, and taps shoulders saying he's gotta run, and all the way, he can't wipe a happy smile off his face.

He hurries down the terrace stairs and into the garden that flows, in its turn, into a natural pastoral scene. Hesitates to call Marisa by name for fear of attracting attention. Looks around. There are guests here, and the help, too, and then he sees a glimpse of Marisa's dress far ahead, near the lake, and rushes there (his rushing being a very spritely walk, but he can hardly restrain himself from running).

He's out of breath when he finds Marisa on the bench regarding the water, her daemon hunting for snails in the shallows.

'Is everything over?' she asks, nodding to the house where the celebration took place. Asriel didn't notice it before, but her eyebrows are tensed, and her eyes are much less indifferent than he thought them to be all day. They aren't indifferent at all, actually.

He can't keep a grin off his face realizing that his daemon was right.

'Yes, it's over,' he says and squints at Marisa against the sun washing them in golden light. 'Stelmaria made me come here to say goodbye to you before I leave.'

'Oh, she did?' Marisa draws a little back. 'Well, she's much less cruel than you.'

'Are you sad I'm leaving?'

In such a way Asriel asks this, that she can't be mad at him. A boyish triumph, an affection, pride – and damn if he isn't the most handsome Marisa has ever seen him. Her answer, however, is serious, because the matter is.

'Every fiber of me hates being here without you.'

Asriel contemplates her reply for a bit. Looks down – Stelmaria is pushing him, bumping her head at his leg in what seems like utter impatience. He grins at his daemon. Marisa is watching the silent exchange, feeling in her heart what this is leading to.

'I'll come back for you, you know,' Asriel finally says, because they are out in the open, in perfect view for anyone who looks, and he cannot risk saying I love you.

'I know,' she replies, for the exact same reason.

The sun keeps shining at them, and from the house, it looks merely as if they are talking, and the hero of the day is being courteous entertaining his guest. But then, from the house, you could never see the smiles of absolute happiness as the golden sunbeams get soaked in confessions that leave their silly, in-love mouths disguised as literally anything else and making their conversations really sound as constant, uninterrupted strings of I-love-you's.

Young Masriel au > in which Asriel is leaving for the north indefinitely and Stelmaria makes him say goodbye to Marisa before he goes.

[fezrus]

maybe like a fluffy thing with fez x reader where reader cooks/bakes all the time??? they could either already be in a relationship or they both like eachother or something but that man needs some love and affection😭🤚

this is pure fluff, although I couldn't help but add a lil bit of angst 😇

[reader and fez are close friends, they like each other but they're stupid blind dumbasses]

"Alright, tell me what you think. Be honest," you smile, excited as you serve him one of the blueberry pancakes you just made. 

"Am always honest with you." He says softly. He takes a bite as you keep staring at him, impatiently waiting to know what he thinks. "Damn Y/N," he starts, his mouth still full, "this is some incredible shit right here."

You sigh in relief and smile at the sight of him literally devouring the pancake.

You always baked for Fez. You'd show up randomly at his place with all the ingredients and utensils and he wouldn't even ask questions or be surprised anymore. It had just become your thing. You bake, and he looks at you all along and tells you about his day. Sometimes he gives you a little help, but he also enjoys just watching you doing something you love.

He had told you several times that you didn't have to make all these delicious pastries for him, but you always found an excuse to keep doing it. You said it was because you needed someone to test your new recipes on, but really you were just addicted to the way his eyes lit up every time you told him you made something for him. Life hadn't always been kind to Fez, so you only tried to make it a little sweeter for him.

You two were pretty close, he saved you from boredom at some party a while ago and you haven't left each other since. He has always been a sweetheart to you, treating you with respect and always showing interest in what you said, did or wanted. You spent so much time together that you felt like you'd known him your whole life. There had never been anything more than friendship between you, even though your relationship was special. But truth be told, you fell for him the second you met.

He just had this pure heart, and this damned smile that always lit up the room. You had once asked him why he kept doing what he did, to which he simply replied that sometimes, good people have to do bad things. that's the way it is.

"You too good to me," he says once he finished eating the pancake, "lemme help you clean the mess you made now."

Once you’re done cleaning up the kitchen, you head into the living room for the second part of your routine: watch a movie while eating the rest of the pastries, and, in Fezco’s case, smoking a blunt.

You're sitting on the 70′s sofa, Fez laying down with his head resting on your lap, turned to face the TV. You can feel his head shaking on your thighs when a scene from the film he chose makes him laugh. To be honest you're not particularly paying attention to what's happening on the screen, your eyes more busy counting the freckles on his cheek. You stroke his face gently, your fingertips tracing imaginary lines between his freckles. To others it probably wouldn't be much of a deal, but it was a particularly intimate situation for Fez, who wasn't exactly one to hug or even touch people to be honest. He liked just laying down with his head on your lap as he was doing right now, or just putting his arm around your shoulders. He loved having you close, feeling your body next to his. It felt intimate, and it felt like home.

“Could you, like, do that thing you did the other day ?” You hear him ask in a somehow shy voice, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“What thing ?” You frown, not really knowing what he’s talking about. He looks like a little kid and you can’t help but smile, as his hand softly grabs yours and moves it from his cheek to his eyebrow. He looks up at you and you feel like you’re going to melt. “Oh well I didn’t realise you liked it that much,” you chuckle as you start gently stroking his eyebrow with your finger, soothing it. 

You hear a long sigh of satisfaction coming from him and he closes his eyes. “Feels nice, I do like it” he admits.

He looks so peaceful, so calm. Your finger keeps tracing lines over that part of ​​his face, sometimes going down to get lost in his beard, then traveling to his lips, his nose, his forehead. It feels so good making him feel good. “You should always tell me when you enjoy stuff like that,” you whisper after a little while, not sure if he’s still awake or if your touches put him to sleep. You see his lips part just a little.

“If I had to tell you every time I like somethin you do, I would never stop talkin.” He whispers, his voice a bit hoarse.

Your cheeks have probably never been this red. You grin widely and a chuckle escapes your lips once again. “You’re such a flirt.” You laugh, looking down at him. “Are you being super nice just so you can get extra pancakes and cuddles ?” you shake your head and his eyes open, needing a moment to adjust to the light before finding yours. 

“Nah I’m serious.” He frowns, slowly sitting up next to you, leaving a little space between the two of you.

Fez sits back with his head and his arm resting on the back of the couch, his fingers close to the back of your neck, his face turned so he can look at you. His eyes are half shut and he’s silent for a second. “I could bake you somethin’ too someday you know,” he finally says.

The suggestion warms your heart, you know he’s being serious, though you can’t help but laugh. “You don’t bake, Fez, you get baked,” you joke, earning a sincere laughter from Fezco.

“No but forreal, you always takin real good care of me,” he states, “making me cupcakes and cuddling my face and shit,” he adds, smiling. “Why you so kind to me ?”

He looks at you with such gentle eyes, you don’t know how such a pure person can exist. And most of all, you don’t know how he doesn’t realise that he deserves all this affection, all this care, and so much more. You don’t understand how he doesn’t see himself the way you do. How you see him right now. Your heart is beating so loud you fear it will escape from your ribcage, you want to tell him how good, kind and beautiful he is. You want to hug him so tight that your bodies would become one. You want to scream and let all the things you’ve kept for yourself all this time come out, write it on the walls, shout it on the streets. You open your mouth several times, but no sound seem to come out of it, as there are so many things you want to say. You take a deep breath to try and calm down a little. You don’t want to scare him, or make him feel uncomfortable or anything, so the words you choose are only a big understatement of how you really feel.

“I guess that’s just... my way of telling you I really care about you.” You finally admit, in such a low whisper you’re not sure he has heard. But he has. And his eyes are searching for yours, the blue in them so bright it makes you shiver.

You don’t know if it’s his soft expression or the way his fingers brush against the skin of your neck, but something in Fezco makes your heart stop for a moment, and this quick moment is just what you need to lean in and crash your lips against his. It lasts only a second. But this second is sweet, warm and enough to make your heart beat again.

And when this second passes, you realize what you just did. It passes and you see the look on his face, and the way his body hasn’t moved at all. He’s frozen in place, and you know it’s too late. You kissed Fezco and there’s no way you can go back in time and erase that. You desperately search for a reaction on his face but he’s so still, speechless, and you want to disappear. So you do. ‘Fuck, fuck I’m so sorry’ is all you manage to blurt out before standing up, grabbing your coat and run for the door, your hand on your mouth to stop the sobs that threaten to escape from it.

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It has been three days since you ran away from Fez after kissing him. He has tried to call you once, but you didn’t answer the phone, and you didn’t call him back either. He sent a few texts that you did not open. You were way too scared and embarrassed for that. You wanted to slap yourself in the face for ruining what was the best friendship you ever had. Cause it was clear that Fez didn’t feel the same way, since he just froze and didn’t try to hold you back when you left. And now it could only be awkward and weird and you hated just the thought of it.

These last three days have been the longest days of your life, all you've done is thinking about Fez and that damn kiss. You kept pacing around your room and you hadn't dared to touch your phone. The only thing that could calm you down was baking. So in three days, you had baked enough muffins, cupcakes and donuts to feed the whole town. But the only person you would have wanted to give them to was Fezco.

You're about to start baking again when you hear someone knocking on the door. Sighing, you make your way up to the entrance, asking who’s here as you do. Your hand is on the handle when you hear him, stoping you in your tracks.

“It's me Fez. Could you open the door for a minute ?” He asks, making you so nervous you forget how to speak for a moment. You’re silent for a bit, wishing that maybe he’ll just leave if you don’t make a sound. But you know he won’t. 

“I.. I'd rather not, to be honest.” You stutter out, leaning your forehead against the door.

You don’t hear anything coming from the other side and start to think he really just left, but soon he speaks again. “Did I do something wrong ?” He sounds genuinely sad and worried, and your heart breaks a little.

“What? No, no! It's me I just.. I'm so sorry about what happened.” You sigh.

“Listen we ain’t kids anymore right? Let's talk bout it, it's okay.” He says in a reassuring tone. “But please open the door.” 

You have to face it, at some point, you're going to have to talk to him and see him again. Gathering up your courage, you quickly fix your hair and open the door. You dare not look at him at first, your gaze fixed on the ground, playing with your hands. “Hi,” you mumble after a while, looking up at his face. He seems so sad it makes you want to cry.

“Watchu doin to me right now Y/N?” He’s staring at you, the frustration visible on his features “You can't just gimme a kiss and then run away and ignore me like that. This shit ain't fair.”

The last three days you’ve only thought about how bad and stupid you felt, and now you just realize how lost he must have been feeling. You bite your lip and look down once again. “I know. I shouldn't have kissed you Fez, it was stupid. I'm so sorry.”

“So you regret doin' it?” He asks, his voice hesitant, as if he’s not sure if he wants to know the answer or not. 

“I regret making you feel uncomfortable.” You admit, finally looking back at him.

To your surprise, he just frowns and looks agape, almost offended. “Watchu on about? I ain't never felt uncomfortable around you.” He exclaims, running his hands over his face.

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest in an involuntary defensive reflex. “Fez, you literally just froze.” You say in a sad smile. “But it's okay, I'm not asking you to do anything, it's fine really. We don't even have to talk about it.” 

He shakes his head and takes a step towards you, the doorframe still between the two of you. “Lemme repeat my question real quick. Do you regret kissin' me?” He insists, his intense gaze making your cheeks burn. He’s waiting for an answer, you know he’s tired of you avoiding the real talk. He doesn’t have time for your bullshit, so you swallow your pride and prepare for the worst.

“I don’t."

He sighs again, but this time it sounds like relief, and his hand comes lifting your chin up so you have to look at him. He’s beautiful. “Listen you dumbass,” he starts off, smiling a little. “I didn't freeze cause I didn't want it. You just surprised the shit outta me, didn't know what to do.” He pleads, hesitant for a bit before continuing. “But I gotta say that was the best kiss I ever had.”

You frown as you try to process what he just said. What ? You blink a couple of times, not sure if you heard that right. The confusion doesn’t last too long as Fez builds up the courage to speak his mind, too. “I been wanting to kiss you for a while now Y/N,” he smiles. “You just more fucking fearless than I am.”

It’s your turn to be frozen in place, incapable of thinking of what to say, or what to do. You stare at him in astonishment, as he seems more shy and eager than he ever has. “Can I like, kiss you now?” He asks, his thumb gently brushing your lower lip. 

Your shaking hands find his waist, grabbing his shirt as you reply. “You may.”

 And in less than a second, you feel his mouth capturing yours in a tender and hungry kiss, both his hands cupping your cheeks. It’s intense, powerful, but still so gentle. You feel him smile against your lips before you part, as he firmly wraps his arms around your frame, holding you close.

“Damn”, he breathes out, “I might get addicted to those.”

[that-yandere-life]

I don't know if this will inspire you, but I had this dream where I was just finishing writing my first book. As I reviewed and added a few details here and there, I felt like there was someone behind me. Someone who was going to kidnap me. And I fought against. And when I realized I was going to lose the fight I yelled "Take my notebook, I need to finish this book!"

Honestly this idea would be good with so many yanderes! 🤭

[Warnings: Yandere Themes (Obviously), Kidnapping, Drugging, Choking, Dark Themes]

Peter-

Peter had been infatuated with you ever since the first time the two of you met, when he saved you as your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Trying to watch you from afar but as time went on it just wasn’t enough anymore, so he made plans to kidnap you.

Talking to Tony and getting an entire floor set up to house the two of you in, with authorized access only so you couldn’t just get out willy nilly.

All of that took weeks, so he was growing more and more impatient wanting so desperately to make you his.

Sure he knew quite a few things about you, spending his downtime doing intense background searches on you.

Learning most of the important knowledge from your social media which he saw you had quite a presence on.

Finding a few short stories you had written and posted, receiving quite a wide range of positive reviews.

Reading them he was fascinated with the way you used words, sounding more eloquent than anything he could ever hope to speak.

Very impressed with your skills, he thought it was simply just a hobby of yours and not anything particularly important.

However in actuality it was your entire life consuming every waking moment, where even if you weren’t writing you were thinking of what was going to come next.

Even acting out some of their conversations in your mind as you did whatever task needed completed.

One day you were going to be able to quit your job and work on writing full time, but you had to finish this novel first.

While you were still so close, there were other steps you needed to take such as proofreading, editing, submitting it to publishers and hoping for the best.

It was overwhelming but you had never been so excited in your life to accomplish something.

To you this was your life’s work, your end all be all, the ticket to your dreams coming true and more.

Sitting at your desk you were in the middle of the climax, really into what you were doing not hearing a thump come from your bedroom.

This was the big fight scene, where the two fantasy inspired armies clashed against each other.

Whoever the victor was, would determine the fate of the rest in the universe, the good vs the evil.

Evil was in fact subjective, because they were just fighting for what they believed was right, even if it was wrong for so many others.

Biting your lip you focused on the words letting them flow like it was the most natural feeling in the world to you, because it truly was.

This was what it had all been leading up to, and it was time to wrap things up with a pretty little bow.

Suddenly out of nowhere your vision went dark as someone forced a black cloth bag over your head trying to pull you out of your chair.

It being on wheels it simply slid back with you still sitting in as you fought back against your attacker as hard as you could.

They were trying to kidnap you, that was as much as you could figure out, since they were putting a cloth bag over your head and not a plastic one as if to try and kill you.

Furiously trying to keep your feet on the floor to keep yourself from being taken any further, digging them in as hard as you could.

Rather quickly realizing you were fighting a losing battle, the unseen person was too strong for you to hold your own for long.

Your mind is only thinking about how you wouldn’t be able to finish your book if they succeed.

Desperately begging them that if they were going to take you it was fine but please for the love of the Gods please grab your notebook laying on the desk.

Crying out that it was the only thing you cared about, feeling them roll you back to the desk still holding onto you so you couldn’t attempt to get away.

Tapping you with the notebook you took it into your hands hugging it tightly against your chest before nodding, accepting your fate.

Tears rolling down your cheeks, unseen by your captor, but instead of out of fear they were out of pure and utter relief.

At least the world you had built was safe, that was all that mattered.

Wanda-

Wanda and yourself had met briefly at one of Tony’s fundraisers he held every so often for the Avengers to be able to give back to their community.

You worked for a non-profit organization, your boss asking you to accompany them as their date but just as friends.

They were loaded, which was why they started a charity beginning with their own funds, then growing from there.

Accepting because they genuinely did care about people, and they had a good heart so you knew you could trust them.

While mingling you had no idea that you were going to be introduced to the actual Avengers themselves, it was a huge event after all and they were busy heroes.

Feeling your cheeks heat up as you meet Wanda’s gaze, giving your name to her unable to believe her sheer beauty.

Sure you had seen pictures of them in magazines, newspapers, on the news itself, but it didn’t do her justice to actually be in her powerful presence.

Able to read your mind, your thoughts about her intriguing her to no end, surprised you felt that way about her.

She was used to people being all about her teammates, she wasn’t used to someone being starstruck to meet her.

In that moment her infatuation with you grew, to levels beyond obsession, and you had no idea.

Watching you day after day fulfilled her need to be near you, but only for a little while soon it just wasn’t enough.

Longing to hold you close to her, feel the touch of your skin on her own, to stroke your hair and tell you how much she loved you.

How she hadn’t stopped thinking about you since the moment the two of you matched eyes.

Beginning to plot how she could take you for herself, besides she deserved to have you after the shitty hand that life had dealt her.

This time she was in control of her own destiny, and now she was going to make it her mission to control yours as well.

While the house she procured didn’t have a ton of fancy security there really was no need for it, you weren’t going to be able to best her in any sense of the word.

It was small and private, but also very cute and quaint, hoping that one day you would be happy to help her decorate it.

There was nothing special she needed to be able to take you, her abilities being the only tool and it was damn effective.

At home you were sitting on your bed, your notebook in front of you as you read back through the last chapter you had written to find your place.

Picking up your pen you began to make it dance across the paper, words flying out of it a million miles a minute it seemed.

Getting really into the zone, knowing that you were so close to finishing that in a matter of days you could move onto the next step in getting published.

Thank the Gods you had a friend who was an editor who offered to take a look at your novel for free and if they liked it they would recommend it to their publisher.

Things were finally looking up for you, and if you played your cards right you could have an entire series.

The life you always imagined having right at your fingertips, your mind twisting and turning with possibilities.

Only a few chapters left to wrap up the first part of the story, one you had been building since you were a literal child.

Constantly daydreaming how to further develop the characters story arcs, thinking of new scenarios to put them through.

A whole cast of the supernatural, trying to keep humans from discovering their existence, only to accept a human into their ranks.

Distracted didn’t even begin to cover it, as you didn’t hear someone knocking on your door at all.

In fact you had no idea that you weren’t exactly alone until the front door slammed open, hitting the wall harshly.

Alerting you to the intruder instantly, your eyes widening as you see exactly who had broken into your place, now standing in your bedroom doorway.

Confusion spread across your features as you recognized the beautiful Avenger, but why would she break into your house.

Immediately your vision began to grow hazy as the red swirls that were now coming out of her hands surrounded you.

Before you blacked out entirely you screamed and begged her that if she was going to take you, just grab your notebook.

Trying desperately to fight against her abilities to stay awake long enough to make sure your work didn’t get left behind.

Shushing you, you feel her kneel on the bed next to you and grab your novel, her other hand still keeping you in a dazed state until everything fades away.

Now her sweet little possession, you didn’t care in the least as you had your most important possession in the end.

Bruce-

Bruce met you as you were working for Stark Industries as a mail clerk, bringing the packages or letters that get delivered to the tower.

Working in a lab, he and Tony were constantly ordering parts and chemicals to use in their research or inventions.

So he tended to see you at least once a day if not multiple times a day, and he couldn’t lie and say he hated it.

In fact as time went on he started to order more and more just so he would be sure to see you as often as he could.

Always making some kind of excuse as to why he was ordering so much to you, not wanting you to get suspicious.

Of course he was highly intelligent so what he was saying sounded believable to you, and you didn’t really mind visiting the lab.

Both he and Tony were always super nice to you, and were rather easy to talk to, making short conversation every time you stopped by.

Most people were annoyed that you interrupted their work for mail, others were just annoyed at your presence period.

Which is why when you got home at the end of the day you lost yourself in your story, the one you had been writing for two years now.

It was nearly finished, you just needed to reveal who the killer actually was in your twisted mystery novel.

Even calling out sick the next day so that you could get it done, unable to hold back your flow of creativity long enough.

Growing positively giddy at the thought of how the reveal was going to make the reader feel.

Wondering how they are going to react when it’s not who they were suspecting all along, but the least likely person to have committed such heinous crimes.

Knowing how you get attached to characters deeply, you understood that some were going to be very upset by your ending.

That was exactly what you were going for, you wanted to elicit a whole entire range of emotions.

Getting lost in your own words you had no idea that you were about to have your entire life changed.

Long past waiting to get you to like him naturally, while that had been what his initial intentions had been.

Now Bruce was upset because you hadn’t shown up today, so some temporary worker came in your stead.

At first he was worried about you, but you looked fine yesterday, laughing and joking with him as usual.

Worry turned to anger, turned to desperation to see you again, the other guy trying hard to get out fighting to keep him within.

He decided he was just going to have to take you for himself, so that you could never leave his side ever again.

The thought of it seemed to keep the beast at bay while he plotted on how he was going to kidnap you, although he preferred to think of it as keeping you safe instead.

Knowing all too well the cruelties of the world in which you lived in, it just wasn’t good for you to be alone when danger lurked behind every corner.

Sure he could be included in the danger, but he was the lesser of the evils if you really took time to ponder it.

Preparing a syringe he knew it was his best chance of incapacitating you without Hulk coming out to play, possibly seriously injuring you in the process.

Hours had flown by and you didn’t even bat an eyelash, the passage of time completely lost on you, the sky growing dark without you even noticing.

Sitting on your couch you suddenly heard your wooden floors creak behind you, causing you to turn around seeing Bruce with a needle in his hand.

Fearfully you try to get up, a strong firm hand pressing down on your shoulder holding you in place.

Sticking the medicine into your neck, you began feeling woozy, the room starting to spin viciously around you.

Not knowing how long you could hold off you pleaded with him to grab your notebook even if he didn’t grab anything else of yours.

Obliging, showing you that he was stuffing it in his back pocket, you nodded letting your eyes flutter shut giving into the dizzying sensation.

A smile grew across his face at how much easier it was to obtain you than he imagined, laughing at how all you cared about was a silly notebook.

Not knowing it was your entire life contained in those pages, it was everything to you.

Bucky-

Bucky ran into you, quite literally in the halls when you were there to visit with your friend Natasha.

Apologizing for not paying attention, he found himself getting lost in your sweet eyes staring back at him.

Surprisingly you didn’t treat him like a monster as most people tended to do, even if he understood why it still hurt him.

After that he would ask Nat to have you over often just so he had a chance to see you, even if it was only for a fleeting moment to say hi.

Not suspecting anything as you were just happy to have a friend, it was much harder to maintain adult friendships than it was as kids.

Of course you didn’t mind running into Bucky, he was incredibly handsome and really nice, albeit a bit timid.

Actually starting to picture one of your characters in your nearly finished novel as him, because it just felt right.

They both had a similar kind of personality, and when you had described him in the beginning it was almost identical to him.

Maybe some part of you knew that the two of you were destined to meet, or maybe it was a coincidence.

Natasha had been on a mission for a couple of weeks, meaning he hadn’t been able to see you for that stretch of time.

Sure he kind of watched over you sometimes, but unfortunately he still had his own duties so it couldn’t be a constant thing.

Missing your friend you didn’t have much else to fill your free time with but finishing your book once and for all.

Scrawling the tale into your notebook, sitting at your tiny kitchen table that took up most of the space in the kitchen itself.

Bucky really wasn’t the type to go into something with a solid plan, he was much more versed in just winging it.

Knowing that his goal was to take you, anything beyond that was going to be a surprise to him too.

Praying that you didn’t hate him after he removed you from the life you had been living, taking away your free will in a way.

Having been through it himself, he knew the cautions of holding you as a hostage of sorts in a place where you didn’t want to be.

Weighing out the pros and cons he figured it was worth the risk, you would get used to it in time as long as he treated you right.

Something that he would always do, because he was still a gentleman after all, not even HYDRA could take that from him.

Absorbing every little moment you were transcribing from your brain to the page you were lost to the world.

The big love scene takes all of your focus, as this was when the main characters finally gave into their feelings for each other.

Deep in the throws of passion, the whole entire story being a slow burn enemies to lovers kind of story.

This is what it was all leading up to, and it was turning out even better than you had imagined.

Artfully spinning the tale, giving it all that was in your being to finish it off just right, and it had to be just right.

Quickly interrupted when there was a loud smashing glass sound coming from the window in front of your fire escape.

Eyes growing wide as you saw Bucky, climbing his way inside of your apartment like this was an everyday occurrence.

Smirking he will saunter towards you, something inside you screaming to run but you freeze, feet planted firmly on the ground going nowhere fast.

All of your being was telling you to yell for help, maybe one of your neighbors could call the police.

As if he was reading your mind he chuckles and shakes his head, rushing towards you clamping his metal hand over your mouth before you can make a sound.

Trying to call out but it was no use, it was muffled and soft meaning no one would be able to help you now.

Switching his grip he covered both your nose and your mouth, slowly depriving you of oxygen as you struggled aimlessly against his grasp.

A brick wall would be easier to fight against, because he wasn’t budging in the least, not even a single inch.

Feeling yourself grow weaker you pointed to the notebook over and over again until he got the hint, rather amused that was what you cared about while being kidnapped.

Rolling his eyes with his flesh hand he grabs your notebook, stuffing it into his leather jacket for safe keeping.

Giving into the overwhelming feeling to go to sleep, he releases you not wanting to cause you any real harm, just needing you incapacitated.

Carrying you back to his car, your body rubbing up against the object you had fought so desperately to keep.

[Okay so this idea has rattling around in my mind since you sent it, and I couldn't choose just one...so I got carried away and did four! I hope that you all enjoy, and that it fulfills your picture of it! Thank you so much <3]

[damonjuicyscock]

To The End (Chapter 11: The Universal)

Pairing: 90's Damon Albarn x Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst,Drug use, maybe some spelling mistakes as always.

Summary: You are Damon Albarn's girlfriend. Y/N is the subject of a war, feeling like a punching ball, Liam fancies her, and Damon behaves like a cocky bastard. They discover their new toy, how far will it go ?

Words: 2071

A/N: Hello everyone ! Here is chapter 11. Again, a little scene might tell you something. Anyway, let's see how it evolves don't we ?

Have a nice read !

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ue27OQjzvV4

“It really, really, really could happen Yes, it really, really, really could happen When the days, they seem to fall through you Well, just let them go »

“Wants to know what Damon feels about Liam from Oasis saying things about his girlfriend Y/N. Well you know…I don’t really mind. I mean, I think it’s funny, but he…I just wanna know whether he thinks it’s funny.”

- Of course you would say that what else could you answer? Act like the jealous guy you are in reality and lose all credibility? I said

- He already hasn’t any credibility. Alex answered

- Fuck off! Damon answered to Alex

The phone rang, I answered.

- Y/N speaking!

- Our kid doesn’t think it’s funny. The male voice with a strong Mancunian accent said

- Is he angry? I laughed

- Nah, but he’s not mad fer it.

- You’ll tell me. Wait, just a second. Yo shut your goddamn mouths you two, I’m on the phone!

Damon and Alex were talking loudly.

- What’s this knobhead doing?

- Well he’s with Alex and they’re having quite a loud chat.

- I can hear, yeah

- How are you doing?

- Buzzin’ and ye?

- Fine. So…The U.S tour is coming soon!

- Yeah, we’re starting by Seattle. Just hope I won’t have to lamp our kid and give over the tour.

- Then don’t do too much coke and meth, Noel.

- Noel? I heard Alex say

- Shut up Alex. I said

- I didn’t give over it but I calm down, me.

- Glad to hear it.

- Would yer like to come in town for our gig ?

- I would have loved too Noel, but I’ll be in Birmingham this day. We could meet after December 13th if you come to London. By the way, you have some apologies to make. Wishing Damon to die from AIDS…

- Yeah, sorry, I wasn’t me self. I won’t be before a while, me. Going to see me mam with our kid for Christmas.

- You’re right. Take care of your mom as long as you can. Moms and time with them is so precious.

- Y/N, are you done? Damon asked me, impatient

- I hear you have to go?

- Yeah, Damon is getting jealous, as always. Take care Noel, I hope to see you soon.

- Me too Y/N.

I hang up and rolled my eyes.

Yeah, I know what you must be thinking, what the fuck did happen?

That’s quite simple. Since Glastonbury the last year, Noel and I stood in contact. We were friends, and this bond between us was still here, as if we were destined to meet. He was a nice guy. We phoned everytime we could.

- It was just Noel Dames.

- What did he say?

- That Liam didn’t like his answer and don’t think it’s funny.

- Good, that was the goal.

I rolled my eyes once again.

- You two are like fucking kids Damon, you are fighting against a 23-year-old guy! I already told you! And who’s in between? Me! I’m the fucking victim of your bullshit!

- I know, but at least I’m sure he’ll stop.

- Why does it matter so much to you? We are engaged! He’ll find someone else!

- She’s right Damon… Alex answered

- It’s none of your business Alex. Damon said dryly

- Damon is right Alex, but thank you for defending me.

- You’re welcome. Do you want me to go? It seems like you two need to talk.

- No mate, it’s cool,I’m even going to call Graham and Dave. It doesn’t bother you love?

Okay, he interrupted our argument, thinking he could get away with it.

I sighed.

- No darling, call them. Hey! isn’t it the full moon tonight?

- I think it is, yes. Damon answered

- What about all of us heading out to have a look at the stars? I know someone who can lend us a telescope.

At this exact same moment, Alex was about to open the door to go outside for a smoke.

- Huh Y/N, I don’t think it’s a good idea.

- Why’s that?

Damon went to take a look at the window.

- Paparazzi.

- Of course… Well if they want a statement, I’m about to give them. I said walking towards the front door

- No no no no no, Y/N, don’t do this. Damon pleaded, trying to stop me.

- Why?

- Because we agreed. Not before the beginning of next year.

- YOU said it, Damon.

- Please Y/N.

- Why? It would end all this fancying story about me and this stupid little war between you two.

- The war won’t end like this, the fancying thing is only a detail.

- Well if it’s only a detail…

- For fuck’s sake Y/N, I said no! He yelled at me

I was surprised by him, yelling at me, it wasn’t like him.

- Fine then. Have a nice evening boys, I’ll be in my bedroom, watching a movie.

- Y/N wait…

- No Damon. I’ll leave you some hours to calm down, and if you’re not when you’re planning to sleep, you’ll sleep on the couch.

- Y/N stay, it won’t be fun without you. Alex said

- You’re not punished Alex, you can come upstairs to take a smoke and have a chat with me, you’re welcome.

- I’ll do that. Have a nice movie time.

I went upstairs and chose to watch the movie Dracula. It was sensual, but some parts made me cry. I helped me cry. I wouldn’t be able to watch the movie as Graham came to see me in the bedroom. He saw me crying. I pretended it was the movie, but he already knew about Damon who yelled at me.

- I’m just so tired of their so-called stupid war. I know there’s your music, but I’m involved in this… I know that for Damon it’s either a great deal or nothing because we’re engaged. But fuck! I’m a person, I have feelings! And it’s like I didn’t exist, like I didn’t have my word to say, like I didn’t belong to me anymore… Damon said he would protect me, but I’ve never felt so Insecure Gray, I don’t know what to do…

- I understand Y/N. I know you won’t probably like what I’m going to say, but he protected you earlier by stopping you when you wanted to talk to the paps. You would have made a mistake. I know he yelled at you. But believe me, He’s as fed up as you.

- HE started this war Graham!

- I know, but now he regrets it. He didn’t know it would go this far.

- Well he should have thought about the consequences. Maybe I shouldn’t have said yes when he proposed…

- Shut the fuck up Y/N! You love each other so much, you actually made the right choice! Now Liam will have to stop talking about you! And he proposed because he’s madly in love with you, he loves you more than anything in this world, and he actually wants to protect you.

- Then why waiting to announce our engagement?

- Because we have to promote our album first Y/N, and I’m sure he’s sorry for yelling at you.

- You may be right. Fuck, now I feel so fucking stupid, and I feel like I may have overreacted…

- You didn’t Y/N, if someone yelled at me, I wouldn’t be happy as well. He should have explained this to you calmly, it’s a misunderstanding between you both. You know what? let’s go downstairs.

Graham carried me like a sack of potatoes into the living room, and threw me on the sofa, next to Damon.

This one threw his arms around me and hugged me tightly, kissing me on the cheek.

- I’m sorry. He murmured in my ear.

I turned to face him

- I’m sorry too.

He kissed me.

- Don’t we prefer to see them like this, guys? Graham asked

- Oh yep! Dave and Alex answered at the same time.

I smiled and Damon looked at me lovingly

- God, I can’t wait for you to be my wife.

- Consider me as it already. I answered

*

December 14th 1995-London:

We just had finished the after party for Blur’s last 1995 live. I decided to do some cleaning, and that’s where Damon found it on the sofa. This fucking plastic bag with needles and heroin. This fucking thing that blew our mind. Yes, He hadn’t been alone in taking this.

- Love?

- Please, don’t tell me you want to test this shit.

- Why not?

- I don’t want you or I to overdose! It’s as simple as that.

- We won’t, it’s just a test darling.

I knew what it involved. But I didn’t want to let him alone in that.

- Just once, just to test.

- Once.

I think it's what every junkie thinks when they “test” this shit.

Damon prepared everything. I wasn’t a big fan of injecting things in my arm. That’s why I did it between my toes.

I cannot quite describe what I was feeling when I was on heroin. It was a mix between full happiness, trance, and the awakening of my darkest anxieties. Damon was onto another thing. He was being creative. And what was supposed to be once, changed us into junkies. We were addicted to heroin. It made us even more sexual. But I was following Damon’s rules. 5 days on, 2 days off.

*

As planned, on the beginning of January 1996, we revealed to the whole world our engagement. The whole band was on drugs, and Graham was losing his shit. He started to resent the guys. But this time, I was far too high to separate them during fights. Blur was said to be “On the verge of a nervous breakup”. When Damon knew why Graham was resentful, he adapted to the whole situation. It was a question of music taste. That’s why the future album would have another influence than Britpop.

Before leaving for the U.S with the band, Noel came with his dickhead of brother Liam in London so we could finally meet. I was a bit surprised, but Liam didn’t come with him. We met in a pub in Camden Town, I was high, and Damon stood home because he was too high himself.

- Oi, here she is! I heard say behind me

I turned and saw Noel and went to hug him.

- How are you Noel?

- Buzzin’, what about you? you look dead tired.

- No, I’m fine Noel.

- Having moving nights? He asked winking at me

- Yup, since I said yes to be the future Mrs Albarn.

- Well that’s good. Oh and Liam feels hurt in his ego.

- I didn’t have any doubt about this. This dickhead is so self-confident. With the shitty war Damon and him created I couldn’t go outside without being aggressed by the fucking paps.

- I’m soz ‘bout that kid. Shouldn’t have happened to ya, it’s dead rank.

- And you? What about love?

- I’ve met someone. He said smiling

- Well well! tell me everything!

- Her name’s Meg, She’s a nice girl, kind. Think you would like her.

I smiled weakly.

- As long as she makes you happy, I’ll like her.

- Are you sure you’re okay Y/N?

I could have answered the truth like “yeah Noel, just trippin’ on heroin and it’s destroying me because I have to face my worse demons” but…

- Yeah Noel, just tired as I told you. So U.S in a few days then?

- Yup. Hope everything will be fine.

He put a hand on my shoulder.

- Y/N ya know… If ya ever need anything or if there’s any problem with this moron, just call and ask, okay? I’ll always be there.

I don’t know why I did what I did, but no one saw us anyway. I just… wanted to show I cared and wanted to thank him in my way. I know, it isn’t cool knowing he had a crush on me. Yes. I kissed Noel Gallagher.

[spideyspeaches]

Heart made of glass ↬ t.h

A/N: Beta read by the lovely @hollandcrush​ !! <3<3

Request (Summary): can you please write one about Tom, who is on the filming process of cherry and has some emotional problems because he feels that his character is already part of his life, so he comes home very angry and in a bad mood, so he just snaps and creates a big fight with the reader and just says things that he obviously didn't meant, you know very angst, and at the end just very fluff.

Hope you like this anon! Lemme know your thoughts heh <3<3

Warnings: breakdowns, slight vomiting but it’s not graphic. I’m not in any way romanticizing or sexualising breakdowns. 

WC: 2k+ 

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Masterlist || Taglist

Tom was an ambitious guy. He took his roles seriously, no matter what his character was and who he played. It was an admirable trait, the way he both enjoyed his work and worked hard to earn a high place in such a place as Hollywood. 

You always took pride in how amazing and accomplished your boyfriend was, your heart swelling whenever you heard his name being mentioned in events and interviews. You enjoyed how he tried to diversify the movies he worked in. 

("I've been playing the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man for so long, it's about time I play someone different now." He once said in a Jimmy Kimmel interview. You were watching from the audience, smiling as the audience roared in affirmation. 

"Well looks like you took quite a big leap from playing a superhero." Jimmy said, smiling at the audience with his paparazzi smile. 

You knew the question was scripted, quite harmless, but you still noticed how his shoulder stiffened, his smile not wavering once. 

"Well yeah, I used to be a superhero and now I'm a heroin addict." He joked, winking at the audience as he ran a hand through his nearly hairless head.

He cried himself to sleep that night, burying his face in your chest as you shushed him. )

It always worked in his favour, with the incredible support his family and fan base provided. And he was always so humble about it. 

Filming Cherry, however, was way different than he thought it would. With filming Cherry came consequences that he didn't necessarily like. He knew what he was bringing on himself and his family when he was first introduced with the script.

(Contrary to popular belief, he didn't actually give out spoilers, it was just small promotional stunts that kind of took over as his reputation to spoil minor details.)  

The process was intense, getting into the mindset of "Cherry" was taxing, and people were beginning to notice it in him. He was more restless, tugging at his non existent curls when he thought no one would notice. 

He was more clingy, more appreciative of your body and you, letting you know that there was no sexual intent behind his acts of caressing your waist at random times. You didn't notice the change in his behaviour. 

He had always been like this, watching you with the most gratifying gaze a man could muster, his pretty brown eyes like globes of whiskey, staring at you with a muffled expression. You didn't notice. 

There had always been a cutting edge to his voice, you knew and adored it. Behind the British actor who played Spider-Man, he was your Tom. Your Tom who gave you forehead kisses and baked cakes with you and made silly playlists that reminded him of you and you of him, your Tom who worshiped the ground you walked on, your Tom, your Tom and your Tom.

(Sometimes you envied that he was an actor, so good at hiding any emotions he felt, it came easy to him, just another fake emotion like he was a face behind the camera.)

He was never aggressive towards you. Never. Even on tough days, he was soft, caring and understanding to the point where it made you mad, immediately making you feel guilty. He worked so hard and yet here you were, blaming him for being nice, never standing up for himself.

"Uh, Tom, Tom stop, wait." You grunted, pushing his shoulders as he scrambled away from you at your discontent. 

You held his face, his breath hitching, hyperventilating as he tried to get himself together. 

Ever since he had started filming Cherry, he had been away from you. And now that you were finally here, he had been all over you, making love to every inch of your skin, like it was a holy grail he had to find, caressing your warm skin under his fingers making you shiver as his nimble fingers wandered. It was the intimacy, sexual and quasi-sexual, that made you realise, that there was something wrong.

Sex- it had been a constant in your life other than Tom. But of course, you didn't live on it. It was but a fuel that strengthened your relationship, it was about discovery and showing your vulnerable sides. It was a reminder of the coffee dates and baseball matches. It was loving, gentle and raw, like a gentle breeze caressing your face.

But this, this was different. And you noticed. This, what you had been doing, it was fucking. It was aggressive and needy and it felt good, but at the same time, it felt different.

"Baby?" You asked softly, trying to meet his eyes in the dark lit trailer. It was late, way past filming times, the only time you got to see his vulnerable side. 

You should have been in his hotel room, but you were in his trailer instead. All alone in the all encompassing darkness, it made your heart stutter beats. 

"Baby speak to me. What's happening, who's doing this to you?" You ask once again, holding onto him firmly this time, his squirming frame making you loosen your hold. You didn't care that you were naked, he had already seen it all. 

Fiddling with the rough sheets, he huffed a heavy breath. And that was all it took for the dam to break. 

"Tell me how do you feel baby, you're starting to scare me." You urged. All you got in response was his muffled sobs. Pulling him forward, you let his head rest on your bare chest, rivulets of tears sliding down your warm skin, almost burning you like acid, his tiny hair tickling you, a very contrasting feeling. 

"I can't do it. I can't take it anymore." He sniffed, wrapping his strong arms around you, shivering at the contact. It was a cold night in Cleveland, and you were naked and he was crying. You were berating yourself for not noticing. 

"What can't you take anymore?" You hold him, tracing circles on his buzz cut hair, just the way you did when he had his curls. 

"I feel like I'm becoming him. I don't like it at all, I try and try but I can't." He sobs, shoulders hitching with each sob. You felt your heart break, the sounds of his cries sending daggers into your skin. 

How could you have not noticed? The lively sunshine of a man was almost an empty shell. The interviews with former drug addicts had been excruciating for you, pity, disgust, sympathy and every other sinful emotion swirling in your mind. 

You couldn't believe that you hadn't thought about Tom, of what an effect it would have on him. 

"Bub, listen to me, carefully," you said, shushing him as he continued to look at you, teary eyed and red nosed, snot dripping out of his nose,"you listen to me. You're strong and resilient and nothing like him okay? He's not you. You're Tom Holland. You're brilliant and brave and amazing okay?" 

"But I don't feel that way!" He said, his aggressive stance surprising you, "he's- he's…" 

"He's what?" You asked, a little too impatient. Muttering a sorry, you rub your palm on his cheek, kissing the soft, moist skin.

"I don't feel so good." He croaked, getting up suddenly, making a run for the washroom. You rushed after him, watching him as he heaved into the toilet. Rubbing his back, you muttered affirmations, curling besides him as he sat on the ground, his back to the cold wall. 

You got up to switch on the lights, feeling his hands tugging yours, a soft "stay" coming out of him. 

"Better?" You asked, feeling him now against your collarbone. 

"I shouldn't be this affected, this- this isn't fair. I'm overreacting, I'm sorry I worried you baby I swear I didn't mean to-" 

"Shh, Tom first of all, you're not overreacting okay?" You smiled, kissing his nose, moving towards his brows and his forehead, "It's perfectly reasonable. The role you're playing...It's not exactly picking daisies. Fuck you're playing a heroin addict Tommy, a broken soldier with PTSD, a breakdown was inevitable. It only shows that you're human." 

"Really?" He smiled, it looked more like a grimace, a plea for reassurance. 

"Yes, really." You said, booping his nose, eliciting a giggle from him,"now, you better go to bed mister, you have an early shoot don't you?" You playfully scolded, kissing his lips, laughing as he carried you bridal style. 

"Tomorrow will be better." You whispered, kissing his eyelids, already closed, chest moving rhythmically as you counted his pulse, making sure he was completely asleep before slipping on your clothes, covering him with the thin quilt. 

***

"Is everything okay on set?" You asked casually, watching the crewmates work tirelessly in the daylight. 

You were standing next to Ciara on a prop jeep, fiddling with the water bottle held in your hand. 

"Hmm, as okay it can be with two people playing drug addicts." She shrugged, looking at you with a small smile. 

"Are you okay?" You asked, turning to give her your full attention, remembering your boyfriend's breakdown yesterday. 

"It gets… intense at times. Some scenes are hard to play, but we're okay. Mostly." She answered, taking your water bottle and chugging the water. 

"I'm not a therapist, but you can talk to me, you know?" You smiled, holding her shoulder as she gave you a bashful smile. 

"It's been tough on Tom. He's more aggressive, nearly had a breakdown during a scene." She said. 

"Yeah, that.. that happened yesterday too." 

"It was time, a person can only hold so much right?" 

"Yeah." 

You pondered her words, wondering if you could do anything to curb this. 

"I think I need help." He said one day while you were eating dinner. Harry, who was sitting next to you, looked up from his plate, giving you a knowing look before clearing his throat. 

"I'm gonna get some water." He said, waving awkwardly at you and getting up. You took that as a cue to scoot closer to Tom, running your hands through his camel hair. 

"That's very brave of you hun, asking for help." You smiled, kissing his cheek softly. You felt him smile, sliding closer to you, holding you by your waist. 

"I learnt from the best." He muttered in your hair, kissing your forehead. 

You felt his love that day, felt the way he ran his smooth fingers on your waistline, sliding across your thighs with care and softness you hadn't felt in a while. He was healing. It was a process, it took time but it happened.

***

You were walking across the library, his hand in yours, your hearts beating in silence. 

"How was your appointment?" You asked, shivering in the cold air. You rubbed your palms together, bringing your jacket closer to your chest, huffing the cold air. 

"It was good, much different from what the media portrays. She even showed me this meme she thinks you would like, look." He said, bringing out his phone to show you the saved meme. 

You laughed at his eagerness, kissing his lips as a final gratification. 

"Well it looks like you're having a great time. You have another scene left to do today in the evening so we better scram." You reminded him. 

You always did that, remind him of his schedule, reminded him to take a breath when he felt like he was drowning. You reminded him of home and what he had to look forward to.

"Why can't we have a lazy day today?" He whined, kissing your neck, making you giggle as it tickled. 

"You know you can't do that hun, you already took three days off." You snickered, poking his sides. 

"Well that sucks. I just want to spend my day with my girl, is that too much to ask?" He smiled, kissing your forehead, one hand holding yours, swinging back and forth, the other holding a large cup of coffee in a tight grip. 

You reached to loosen his fingers, taking a sip, slurping loudly, making him laugh. You decided you liked this laugh much better, it was breathy and free, a melody to your ears. 

You noticed how he was more relaxed and back to being that ray of sunshine. Back to being your Tom.

Thanks for reading! also as a side note- here’s a similar fic @itsallyscorner​ !!

[honeypiehotchner]

Unconventional (Hotch x Fem!Reader) — part two

Hi my lovelies! As of right now, I think I’m going to set the updating schedule at every Monday (but don’t be surprised if I get impatient and post an extra chapter here and there just because 🥰)

Full disclamer that this chapter does borrow/use dialogue from this scene in the first 50 Shades movie!

Warnings: Aaron being really hot. Yes that’s a warning.

Previous chapter || Fic Masterlist || Hotch Masterlist

When you wake the next morning, the apartment is silent. You suspect Megan has already left for her interview, but once you enter the living room, you see that isn’t true.

“What are you still doing here?” You ask.

Megan turns, opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Her eyes are tired, her nose irritated, and the scattered tissues are the cause.

“What happened?” You rush over, sitting next to her on the couch.

She types a text to you. I lost my voice overnight.

Your eyes widen at the words. “Seriously?” You instinctively press the back of your hand to her forehead, and it’s warm. “Shit. You’ve got a fever.”

She types another message. I’ve been trying to get a hold of Derek or anyone who can do the interview for me, but no one is answering.

“Shit,” you say again, unable to help yourself. This is shitty. “Are you gonna have to cancel your interview?”

I don’t know, she types.

Then, mid-typing, Megan freezes. She deletes the message and types furiously. You have to do it.

This time when your eyes widen, your heart starts racing, too. “No,” you start shaking your head. “No, Meg, I can’t do that.”

She gives you her best pleading look.

“No!” You laugh. “That’s crazy! I’m not a reporter! I’m a writer!”

The pleading look turns more intense.

“You know I love you, but I can’t do this.”

She starts typing again. Please. No one else has answered and it’s in thirty minutes. Please.

You sigh deeply. “How far away is it?”

She shakes her head, typing more. Just like ten minutes from here.

That gives you fifteen minutes to get ready. If you go start right now, you could do it.

“Fine,” you cave, which earns you a hug around the neck from Megan. You push her away quickly. “Don’t get me sick.” You stand and start toward your room, and your heart flutters in excitement. “You owe me.”

Fifteen minutes later, you’re changed into your most professional looking outfit. You managed to apply some light makeup, just to make sure you don’t look entirely dead when you walk in there, but you’ve paired it with a bold red lipstick -- something you love doing when you barely have time for anything else.

When you walk back out, Megan is thrusting her notebook into your hands, along with her recorder. Your phone buzzes with a text message containing the address and how to work the recorder, and another thank you for doing this.

“Go back to bed,” you tell her sternly. “Or make some tea, but rest. I’ll bring some soup back.”

Another text message: I love you!

“Love you too,” you laugh. “But thank me after you get your interview.”

She practically shoves you toward the door, not wanting you to be late for her interview.

You still can’t believe you’re doing this.

+++

Finding parking in the city is something you’ve never been able to master, even though you’ve lived here for four years now. Still, you somehow manage to catch someone pulling out of their space. Lucky for you, it’s right in front of the building you need to go into.

The front door has Hotchner in what looks like a version of the Times New Roman font right above it. This entire building can’t belong just solely to Aaron’s work. You really should’ve tried to do some research, but it’s not like you had the time.

Building. You look up, craning your neck. More like a skyscraper. Seriously, how many floors is this?

Your question is answered once you’re inside the elevator. Forty-five.

Megan said to go to the 20th floor for his office -- or that that’s what the email said, anyway.

Your head is practically spinning from excitement, but you take some deep breaths, trying to calm the butterflies in your chest. Aaron is probably married. Or sees women all the time. He’s rich and attractive, so there’s no physical way that he could be single. And you’re not about to be a homewrecker.

You scoff at yourself once more. Why do you keep thinking about this as if there’s even a chance? You’re only here to do this interview and leave. You never even knew this man existed until yesterday. And he’ll probably forget that you exist five minutes after you leave.

Squaring your shoulders as the elevator passes floor 15, you take another deep breath. Make sure to press record. Ask the questions. Jot some notes. Be polite. Get soup for Megan.

You got this.

The elevator doors slide open revealing the 20th floor. Once again, you’re greeted by Hotchner in the same font, only this time it’s behind the blonde haired woman sitting at the front desk. She looks like the person to go to, so you walk over.

“Ms. Thompson,” she greets you before you can say one word.

Another woman appears out of nowhere, also a blonde. Does he have a type, or something?

You allow her to take your coat, trying and failing to explain that you’re not Megan Thompson. Before you can get two words out, another woman is walking around the corner, this time a brunette.

“Aaron will see you now,” she says. “Right this way.”

“Oh, ‘kay.” You follow her, giving up on attempting to explain yourself to them.

A short distance and a few turns later, you’re standing at the double doors that lead into Aaron Hotchner’s office. Your heart slams against your chest violently when the woman pushes the door open for you.

There, standing with his back to the door, gazing out the window is the infamous Aaron Hotchner.

He’s much taller than you expected. Being told someone’s height is different from actually seeing it in person for yourself. And Aaron practically towers over you, even from this distance.

“Hotch,” the woman says, getting his attention. “Ms. Thompson is here.”

Aaron’s -- Hotch’s? -- head spins around, his eyes momentarily locking with yours before sliding over to his assistant’s. “Thank you, Emily.”

Emily. They’re on a nickname and first name basis? They must be sleeping together.

A sliver of disappointment creeps in, but you shove it away. You need to get laid. Preferably by the man standing before you, but since that’s looking more and more unlikely, you might need to spend some extra time with yourself tonight.

Emily leaves, shutting the door behind her, and you hear her heels echo on the tile for ages.

Right. An interview.

As soon as you open your mouth to introduce yourself, Aaron beats you to it.

“Aaron Hotchner,” he says, sticking out his hand.

Tentatively, because you know you’re just going to think about his damn hands for the rest of the week, you place your hand in his. And yep, his hand swallows yours whole, and you’d whimper if you had no self control.

“I’m actually Y/N L/N,” you explain. “Megan is sick and asked me to fill in.”

Aaron lets go of your hand with a nod. “I see. So you’re studying journalism as well, then?”

“Uh, no, Creative Writing.”

His eyebrows raise in surprise. “I was expecting English--”

“Everyone does.”

He smiles. “You didn’t let me finish.”

“Oh.”

“I was expecting you to say English, but Creative Writing suits you.” He pauses, lowering his voice. “And I’m not everyone.”

You blink, desperately trying to get a hold of that so-called self control you said you had a moment ago. “No, something tells me you’re not,” you whisper, fingers tightening on Megan’s notebook.

She’s going to wonder why the cover is so bent when you hand it back to her, and you are not about to explain the fact that you were clutching it tightly to release some of the sexual tension in the air.

But Aaron moves the conversation right along, seemingly unfazed. “As I said in the email, I only have ten minutes. Please, have a seat.”

He turns on his heel and returns to his desk, leaving you to force your mind to catch up. You will your legs to haul you forward, sitting down in the chair that faces his desk.

Aaron sits across from you, legs crossed, body turned so his left arm is propped on his desk, showing off his obviously real and obviously expensive watch. You tear your eyes away from his hand, not even wanting to think about how much that watch costs or how good it’d feel to have his hand wrapped around your--

You clear your throat, shaking your head at yourself. You almost press record, but you pause, looking around you to realize that you forgot a pen.

You. A Creative Writing major. A writer. A person who always carries a pen. You forgot a fucking pen.

Raising your eyes, readying yourself for the embarrassment of asking for a writing utensil, you spot the cup of pens on Aaron’s desk. You look at him in silent question, your eyes asking for permission.

He glances at the pens then back to you, a small smirk tugging at his lips. With a light sigh, he stands from his chair and rounds his desk, buttoning his suit as he goes. Handing the pen off to you, he leans back onto his desk, hands on either side of his body, gripping the wood.

You swallow thickly. “Thank you.”

You almost snort at the sight of the ballpoint pen that now rests between your fingers. Hotchner is engraved on the side of it in the same font as the signs. He must be a fan of this typeface.

You are, too. It looks like the font you type all of your works in.

Regaining your senses, you look up at him. “Ready?”

Another smirk. “Whenever you are, Ms. L/N.”

A dangerous swarm of butterflies erupts in your chest, but you quiet them by pressing record, and jumping headfirst into the interview.

Megan gave you a list of questions, but part of you doesn’t want to ask any of them. You’ve already wasted at least three minutes with idle conversation and staring each other down. There’s no way you’ll be able to get through all of these.

Still, you begin. “This is for the uh...the Special Graduation issue of the university’s newspaper.”

“I know,” Aaron says. “I’m giving the commencement address at this year’s ceremony.”

“You are?” You blurt, eyes widening when you catch yourself. “I mean…yeah. Of course. Um.” You clear your throat again, feeling hot all over. This guy has fire in his eyes. “It’s rumored that you’ve never lost a case in your entire career. Is this--”

“Is it true?”

You look up from the paper, nodding slowly. “Is it?”

“Do you believe rumors, Ms. L/N?”

He has to stop using your name like that. “Um. No. I mean-- Unless they’re true, but then they’re not rumors, if they’re true. Because rumors are generally false truths spread around by those who don’t know the full story.”

“Correct,” he says, like he’s the one giving the interview. Hell, he might be. He’d be better at it. “In that case, it’s not a rumor.”

So it is true. Hot.

You look back to the questions. “You’re very successful and seem to be amassing more success since just the first of this year. To what do you owe--”

Again, he interrupts. “To what do I owe my success?”

“Yeah…” You’re going to kill Megan for not writing different questions.

“I knew I wanted to go to law school by the time I was twelve. I started working toward it right then. I’ve always been good at people. How to persuade them, what makes them tick. There’s no need for you to be nervous.”

You look up from the questions. You’re not surprised he noticed your nerves, it’s the way he said it.

“You’ve cleared your throat three times already,” he explains. “It’s a nervous tic many people have. Would you like some water?”

“Yes, please,” you murmur. You wouldn’t have accepted if your mouth didn’t feel so dry. It’s like you’ve forgotten how to make saliva, and it’s all his fault.

He continues talking as he walks over to the small bar to the right of his desk. A Keurig sits there, along with a shelf of Kcups, coffee mugs, and a water dispenser is on the left.

“As for how I’ve managed to win every single case,” he says, “I’m not sure.”

“Maybe you’re just lucky?” You whisper.

“I’m sorry?” He says, craning his neck to look at you. “I didn’t quite hear that.”

“Oh, uh, I just said maybe it’s luck.”

He smiles, but turns his head so you don’t get to see it. And by the time he’s turned around again, walking back to you, he’s speaking. “I’ve found that the harder I work, the more luck I seem to acquire.” He pauses, handing you the glass of water. “Here.”

“Thank you,” you say, taking it from him.

Hesitantly, as if he would poison water, you take a small sip. Glancing up, you see that he’s watching you. You’re not sure what it is in his eyes, but you keep drinking. Once you’re satisfied -- and he seems to look pleased -- you set the water down on the small table next to you.

“Uh, you’re unmarried…” You trail away, eyes lingering on his left hand. No ring. How did you not notice that before?

“I was,” he replies, leaning back against his desk, both hands gripping the wood once more. “A long time ago. Part of our divorce agreement was that I’d leave her name out of any and all media engagements, so,” he pauses, “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t write that.”

“Then why are you telling me?”

He only smirks. “Next question.”

Accepting that as his answer, you move on. “Do you have any hobbies outside of work?”

“I enjoy various physical activities,” he says, catching your eyes. “Like running.”

Right. Still burning under his gaze, you avert your eyes, scanning the questions for something else. I thought he said he only had ten minutes.

“It’s been rumored that you’ve made anonymous donations um-- in the millions to various charities around the city that help disadvantaged youth. Do you--”

“What was it you said about rumors?” He quirks an eyebrow.

“It’s not a rumor if it’s true,” you repeat.

“Exactly,” he replies, but says nothing further on the matter.

But you know Megan can’t exactly use that, so you try to get more. “Why do you want to keep it anonymous? I’m sure no one would mind if you talked about it. It would probably get you a lot of...good press?”

“Ms. L/N,” he begins, making your stomach flip. “My name is in the media every day -- some good, a lot bad. I don’t need any more press coverage than I already have. Furthermore, I don’t want those organizations that I support to be brought under fire for some rumors about me. The leaders know that I am the one who donates, but the world doesn’t need to.”

You nod. “That’s really admirable of you.”

“Is it?”

“Yes, I think so,” you reply easily. “It shows you respect the work that they do. You could’ve chosen not to be considerate of them.”

He almost seems shocked that you’d think that. “That’s true, I suppose.”

You go back to scanning the questions, cursing yourself for not wearing a watch. Surely the ten minutes are up by now.

“What about you?” He asks after a long moment of silence.

You catch movement in the corner of your eye, looking up to find he’s sitting in the chair next to you now, one leg crossed over the other again. It’s a dominant stance, and it’s only making it harder for you to sit still.

“What about me?” You ask quietly, daring to stop the recorder, but you know Megan would suspect something regardless.

“Ask me something you want to know.”

You can think of a million things you’d like to know, but none of them are even remotely appropriate. “Uh, I-- I don’t…”

“Mr. Hotchner, your next meeting is here.”

Without taking his eyes off of you, Aaron says, “Cancel it, please. We’re not finished.”

“Yes, sir,” the woman leaves, closing the door.

“No, it’s okay, I can go--”

“I’d like to know more about you,” he interrupts, then adds, “if you don’t mind.”

This time you do move your hand to the recorder, only to find the damn thing hasn’t been recording at all. That’s both good and very bad.

“There’s not a lot to know about me,” you murmur, twirling the pen in your fingers.

“You said you’re studying creative writing?” He inquires. You nod. “What made you want to study that?”

You think for a moment, knowing he wants an actual answer. “I’ve always loved writing. And I wrote books all the time once I figured out it was something I could do. Then I got to high school and my senior year my English teacher told me about the program at the university here,” you explain. “I didn’t think it was something I could actually study, so when I found out I...knew I wanted to do it.”

For some strange reason, he seems genuinely interested. “What do you write about?”

“Science-fiction, mostly,” you reply, watching as more surprise crosses his face. “But...I’m working on a romance novel right now.”

“Romance?” He echoes, lacing his fingers together.

“Yeah, I suck at it,” you chuckle. “But it’s required for me to graduate, so.”

“What are your plans after you graduate?”

“I don’t know,” you admit. “Truthfully, I’m just trying to focus on getting my portfolio together.”

“And then?”

“Megan and I plan to renew the lease on our apartment,” you say. “To live here. She already has a job offer, um, yeah.”

“We offer an excellent internship program here.”

You blink in surprise. “Um-- Thank you, but uh, I don’t think I’d...fit in here, you know.” You look around you for emphasis. “I’m just a writer.”

“I’m sure that’s not all you are.”

The sincerity in his voice has you wanting to stay, to talk more, but you can’t take up his time like this.

“I should probably go,” you murmur, closing Megan’s notebook. “You’re busy and…” You stand and Aaron stands with you.

“I’m not busy,” he says.

“Okay,” you say. “I have class, though. Later.”

He nods, chuckling for the first time since you’ve been in here. “I’ll walk you out.”

“Oh, okay…”

You follow him to the door, then down the hall to the front desk again. The women watch with their fake smiles and eyes, clearly shocked to see Aaron out of his office, let alone walking you to the elevator.

With your coat back on your shoulders, Aaron presses the down arrow on the elevator for you, stepping back to wait. You expect him to leave at any moment, but he stays.

“I hope you got everything you needed,” he says.

“Actually, I think you only answered four questions,” you reply, smiling a little. “But it’s okay.”

The elevator doors slide open and you step inside, desperate to get away from Aaron before you do anything you might regret.

Next chapter

[issaxcharlie]

Something so right

Pairing: Alive! Luke x Fem reader

Summary: A date with the golden boy of the school reveals Y/N’s and Luke's true feelings for each other and they have no choice but to face what they feel. Who will take the first step?

(The fragments of the song are from Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift)

Luke Patterson was more impatient than usual. 7:30 pm and no sign of his best friend, the one who had never missed a Sunset Curve rehearsal in these two years that they had been playing together.

“Am I the only one worried about Y/N? She is not usually late."

Reggie slaps his forehead, a memory snapping back into his head. "I forgot to tell you she won't be here today, she said something about a date."

The guitarist feels a punch in the stomach, he tries to hide how bitter the news fell on him, but his friends know him better than that.

“A date? With who?” Alex asks, genuinely curious.

“Austin Grayson.”

“Ugh, really Y/N?” But of course it had to be the school's golden boy. Luke can't help not feeling insecure. Austin Grayson is everything Luke Patterson isn't, and that scares him. What if that's what she's really looking for in a partner? He just wouldn’t stand a chance.

“Nice, he really has to like her to invited her despite what everyone says." Bobby responds as he takes advantage of the short break to rest his hands. Reggie and Alex nodding in agreement.

“What do they say?” Luke asks, completely lost.

“Oh please, most of the school thinks you guys are dating. There isn't a day that I don't hear someone call her Patterson’s girl." Alex replies, and Luke looks even more lost.

He can somehow understand why they would think that, he always enjoys having her and feeling her close. Usually touching her hand or arm in some way, hugging her whenever he sees fit. Carrying her books in the hallways or supporting her at her basketball games, just like she accompanies them to all the band's rehearsals and performances, or how she sometimes wears to school the clothes that he 'accidentally' leaves at her home when her mom invites him to dinner. On second thought, it’s easy to understand the confusion.

You don’t know what is happening. Austin is sweet, handsome, smart, and yet you feel nothing. Forced yourself to laugh falsely all night, and couldn't help but think that it would have been more fun to join the boys in rehearsal, especially when they were only a few days away from Sunset Curve's first performance at school.

When you finally get home, you walk with your head on the floor, trying not to make eye contact with your date. Austin gently grabs your chin so you turn to see him.

A fake cough from behind causes you both to jump away from each other. You don't even have to turn to find out who owns that perfect timed cough.

“What are you doing here?” You refuse to turn around, but you know he's smirking anyway.

“It’s movie night, love.” You force one more smile towards Austin as you curse Luke under your breath, who emphasized the last word in that seductive deep voice he sometimes does when he sings and that secretly melts your legs.

“Patterson." Austin tries to get past the awkward moment by participating in the conversation, and Luke responds by approaching and placing his arm on your shoulder.

"Grayson. Thank you for bringing her safe and sound." He sounds sincere, and that makes you smile for real for the first time of the night.

“It was nothing... I should go. Goodnight Y/N, I had a great time.”

Luke lowers his arm from your shoulder and leans back, ashamed of his rare moment of insecurity and letting you say goodbye to the boy.

As soon as he leaves, you turn to see your best friend, who looks sadly at the ground, and you hug him tightly.

Luke has been through very difficult months, and it is easy for someone who is vulnerable to feel insecure, especially in situations new to them. Not to mention that you are definitely not going to fight with the person you love for putting his arm on your shoulder or calling you in an affectionate way, which are things that he usually does, guy in your doorstep or not. You decide that he showing a little jealousy for once is not the end of the world.

“I missed you so much, rockstar.” You murmur still against his chest, your statement only makes him hold you tighter. You can't help but think about how just hugging him for a few seconds makes you so much happier than the whole date you just had.

“I’m sorry for making a scene. No wonder everyone thinks we are dating.“

“I don’t mind. I couldn't wear your cool flannels or your necklaces if I was dating someone. Plus it would take away valuable time that I can use as the president of the Sunset Curve fan club.” He chuckles. You can feel his body relax and his heartbeat begins to calm down. He gives you a sweet kiss in your hair before letting you go.

Best friends walk into the house, and as Y/N goes to change into something more comfortable Luke sits at the kitchen counter to chat with his second female best friend.

"You have to do something quick, I don't want to have you here crying and eating ice cream while she's on some date with some graceless snob.”

The guitarist can't help but laugh. Y/N's mom has always been a music lover and one of his greatest inspirations. She gave him his first guitar and taught him how to play, always supporting him in each of his steps as a musician. She has always loved him like a son, believing in him with all her might and always blindly entrusting him with what she loves most in the world, her daughter Y/N.

“I know, I will I promise. What I felt today when I saw Grayson touch her face and so close to her lips... I never want to experience that again. I was thinking maybe at homecoming? Sunset Curve is going to perform.”

She wrinkles her nose in response and Luke laughs again.

"Yeah too much information, I’m sorry. And I know, but we have to start somewhere. As soon as we get booked at a good enough club you'll be the first guest.”

They both make a pinky promise and smile.

“I’ll make you proud someday. I swear.”

“I’m always proud of you, my sweet boy. I know you’ll do amazing things, just take good care of my princess during tours.”

“You know I will.” They pinky promise again and reunite with Y/N in the living room to watch movies til the teens fall asleep cuddling.

Homecoming day arrived and you don’t have a partner. It is not hard to imagine why, being surrounded by at least one of the Sunset Curve members 24/7, especially Luke who tries to be close to you as much as possible, as if he is afraid that you will forget him if you spend too much time separated. Which is actually something you like, if you are honest with yourself. Is not something you would tell him but feeling him close and having his attention devoted to you most of the time feels quite special.

The date with Austin didn’t feel right and only confirmed what you've been trying to deny yourself for months. You are in love with freakin Luke Patterson. And you are in really deep, loving the good, bad, fun, boring, charming, and annoying parts, absolutely every side of him. And now is the time to finally do something about it.

After the guys show tonight, even more girls will be raining down on them than usual and things could get really messy, it's best to make your move first. Inside your heart you know that he feels the same, and if he doesn't have the courage to act on it then you will.

The first and most important thing you need to do to get the operation going is to kidnap Reggie, Alex and Bobby.

After a little threatening session everyone sang about Luke's idea for tonight, which made you grin like an idiot and feel more confident about your plan. The surprise that he will get when he sees how you sabotaged his plan.

Convincing Luke that it was best for you to come on your own so that they would have more time to prepare was not easy, but in the end you succeeded.

He's not a suit kinda person, but you went along with him to get a dark blue one that looked unreal on him just a few weeks ago, and you knew he would find a way to wear it sleeveless so he will look even more irresistible. You opted for a black dress that fades beautifully to blue towards the bottom of the skirt and in which you really look pretty good If you can say it yourself.

Sunset Curve finishes singing the first song, Now or never. It's time for the song Luke wrote for you, but he turns to see his friends scared when he still can't find you in the crowd. They smile at him and start to play the song they practiced with you just a few hours before.

“The way you move is like a full on rainstorm, and I'm a house of cards. You're the kind of reckless that should send me running, but I kinda know that I won't get far.”

You walk onto the stage as you start the first verse, Luke is shocked for a few seconds but then grins from ear to ear.

“And you stood there in front of me just... close enough to touch.” He recovers much faster than expected and pulls you by the waist towards him, just the microphone separating you two while he looks at you with the most seductive face you’ve ever seen.

“'Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile... Get me with those green eyes, baby as the lights go down.” He blushes a little and smiles while his eyes are locked on your lips, capturing every move.

After what seems like an eternity, the song ends and before you can even say thank you, Luke's lips crash against yours, and it’s even better than what you’ve dreamed plenty of times. All the people start screaming, but you especially hear Reggie and Alex a few steps away who sound pretty happy for you.

“Reggie, an issue occurred, I have to go, sing home is where my horse is if you want to.” Luke whispers to his friend, before effortlessly carrying you off the stage.

“Admit it, you just want to touch my legs.” You joke while he walks with you on his shoulder.

“I’m in love with a really smart girl.” You stay quiet, your heart wants to jump out of your chest and you don’t even want to imagine how red your face is right now.

The guitarist finally brings you down when you leave the building, and you both walk to the park next door, where you met when you were just kids.

"Do you remember exactly how we met?" He asks while taking your hand.

“Reggie and Alex teamed up to destroy you in a game they invented and I was the only one in the park, so you invited me to join your team. And when we managed to win you said that we were the best duo on the face of the earth, that we had to be best friends forever."

“I sound very intense.”

“You are.”

They both laugh at the memory.

"You were still right."

“When did you finally realize that you loved me?” Luke asks, smirking playfully.

“I've known for a long time, but I didn't dare to admit it until recently.”

He completely accepts my answer and sincerity and smiles at me.

“I always knew that we would end up together, you eat me with your eyes when I'm not wearing a shirt.”

His teasing takes effect and you blush just remembering him in that situation.

He smiles cheekily and then takes mercy on you and changes the subject.

“So, we are the best duo on the face of the earth, best friends forever, and now an official couple?”

“That’s right, handsome and smart. Nice.”

Both approach until their lips touch, the kiss begins calm but quickly becomes more passionate, his tongue claiming every inch of your mouth, his arms strong on your hips. You let this amazing sensations envelop you and you lose yourself in him, happier than you've ever been.

When you are with the right person, everything feels just right.

Thank you for reading!

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🏥 The Personification of Our Love | Kim Lip

Request: kim lip x reader where the reader is pregnant and goes into labor pls ~~~ love your blog ♡♡♡♡ Plot: Jungeun is waiting at the Hospital while Reader is in labor. Jungeun's mind flies to loving memories. Words: 2, 222 Genre: fluff, pregnancy Notes: i use to say "i loved writing this one" because i really do love writing things you all request me. and i loved writing this one. i love to write about things that involve family and friendship, etc. this one is the type to make my heart feel at peace... i hope you enjoy it and have a nice read! ♡♡

Maybe Jungeun shouldn't keep her eyes open for so long, without blinking. At least that's what Haseul was telling her all the time, but she wouldn't be aware of what her friend was saying until hours later, when the white doors were opened and a person wearing blue from head to toe told her that she was finally allowed to enter. For now, she had her hands cupped over her mouth, her feet tapping the floor in a frantic rhythm, her heart pumping blood like crazy.

Why couldn't things be like in the movies, where she could just have a camera filming everything that was going on in that room?

How was it going? How were you? And how was the baby? GOD, WAS THE BABY OKAY?

The movements of her feet accelerated even more and she felt the touch of a hand resting very cautiously on her knee.

"Stop doing that, you're looking like a maniac!", Hyejoo's voice, impatient and at the same time anxious, sounded beside Jungeun.

"I think I'm having a nervous breakdown.", she replied in a low voice, sweat forming on the corner of her forehead.

A huge, vibrant smile appeared in the blonde's vision and warm hands took hers, that were cold, in an affectionate squeeze. Jiwoo.

"How about if we go get something to eat? I'm sure there must be anything good in these machines full of food.”, said her longtime friend.

With a nod and letting Jiwoo guide her, Jungeun was pulled by the arm to a vending machine in the corner of the waiting room. While, in her mind, Jungeun was pulled for a few moments before what would be the greatest moment of her life (along with her wedding day, of course).

8 AM, same day

"Christ! It’s like I'm about to explode!", you said, putting your hand on your belly and feeling a twinge in your back.

"A beautiful, healthy child is going to appear from this explosion...", Jungeun started to speak, slowly approaching the bed, leaning on one knee and then the other. "And this child is very...", her hands landed on your belly, one of them over your right hand. "... very loved!"

"And we haven't even thought about the name of this beloved child yet."

You looked at her with a disapproving gaze.

"I don't want to decide anything right now because I think it will be more exciting to take this important decision when the time comes.", Jungeun shrugged without looking at you, she was very busy stroking your belly button.

"Maybe if you just let me..."

"Don't even think about it. This baby is mine too, you know?", the irritated tone disappeared from Jungeun's voice when her eyes met the playful glow of yours. She smiled.

"You know I would never make a decision like that without you, right?"

She nodded and lifted her body so she could kiss you, but there was a huge belly between the two of you - with a baby on the way in - and you started to laugh.

"Ahhhh!! So close yet so far!", dramatized Jungeun, as she lay down beside you and kissed your forehead and then your lips. "Now, close enough."

10 PM, the day before

"I still can't believe you chose this crackhead to be our baby's godmother...", you whispered to Jungeun, leaning on the doorframe while watching Jiwoo dancing some children's music and doing a super choreography in front of a camera.

Jungeun smiled at you.

"It's not like you didn't say 'oh, babe, I would never forgive you if I didn't choose Jiwoo to be our baby’s godmother', right?"

All the girls were there, they decided to have the first “Girls’ Pajama Party with the Baby” even before the baby was born. Not that you didn't love the idea, but to see Jiwoo carrying that camera everywhere was hilarious. You wouldn't miss an opportunity to make fun of it.

"You have to understand that I have hormones. Many! And they are crazy running back and forth, telling me what to do all the time! It's not like everything I say is valid while pregnant. Plus: I didn’t know she would do this Good Luck Charlie sort of thing."

With a mischievous look, Jungeun brought her face close to yours, smiling like a mischievous child.

"So it means that I am right deciding that the baby's one-year birthday should be Taeyeon-themed."

You gave her an angry look.

"I've been carrying our beautiful baby for nine months. If it were to honor someone on their one-year anniversary, it should be me."

A warm laugh from the bottom of Jungeun's heart filled your ears. She came over and wrapped her right arm around your waist while her left hand was over your protruding belly. None of you had reached such a full level of happiness like this before.

"Don't worry... Taeyeon won't be a party theme, I promise." she kissed your face. "It's so easy to annoy you lately. But there's no need to worry. The one-year anniversary theme will be Harry Potter, anyways."

You rolled your eyes trying to hide a smile. Jungeun noticed it. She always did. She smiled back and stroked your belly once more. It was difficult to know which of you two was most anxious for the family to be finally complete.

5 months ago

"Come on, say something very beautiful and with enough meaning, because then I will edit with a ballad song in the background."

Jiwoo was pointing the camera at you, whose lips were covered with doritos crumbs and ice cream, while Jungeun held up a jar of that same ice cream that you dipped the spoon from time to time.

"I can only think of how bizarre these mixtures become each month, I have no idea what beautiful things I can say.", Jungeun spoke while giving you a judgmental look. “I can’t believe my baby is eating… this.”

"Just say my name, so you will say one of the most beautiful things in the world.", you replied, raising your eyebrows as you dipped the tip of the doritos in the pistachio green and put it whole in your mouth.

"Grooooooss.", Jiwoo hummed as she turned the camera to her face. "I hope you don't have to deal with this often."

You two were at Heejin's apartment, decided to stop by as you were walking around the neighborhood looking for that ice cream flavor. Yeojin and Jiwoo went to meet you. This was yet another visit for the future "aunts" of the baby to come.

"I will definitely deal with them to keep you safe." Yeojin noted, beside Jiwoo and staring at the camera.

"Don't worry. We will protect you from anything that might negatively affect you, even if it means taking you away from these delinquents' arms." Heejin said, joining the other two.

"An army against us?", Jungeun asked as you put one of those doritos in her mouth.

They giggled. Another scene for the baby's life documentary, directed exclusively by Kim Jiwoo.

7 months ago

"Well... maybe we should... maybe we should buy baby things? Or set up the baby's room?", You suggested, astonished by the news that, finally, you were going to have a baby.

With the results of the exam in hands, Jungeun was very quiet on the way home. Parking the car in the garage of the building where you lived together, you waited for an answer to your questions.

Pregnant? Who knew you would be pregnant? Well, it was your dream two months ago. You both decided to make this dream come true. But it was a short while ago, actually. And you were not expecting a positive response so quickly. On the first try? Wow! This was really fast.

You noticed Jungeun's trembling hands and, now that you were pregnant, you would have a child of both of you, increasing the "family with our shape" because it's gonna be "the personification of your love", as the blonde said a few times. You wondered if she regretted it. After all, it would affect both your lives on a large scale, even though it was, at the moment, no more than the size of a bean.

"Look, I... I understand if you don't want to say anything. I will respect your space, but I thought it was our decision and..."

"Could you excuse me for a moment?", Jungeun said, in a whispering voice, and getting out of the car.

You understood that you shouldn't go after her and you were left with no reaction to her words. Meanwhile, outside the car, in the light of the vehicle's white headlights, the blonde of exuberant beauty and small body read the exam again, a growing smile on the pink lips that you loved to kiss so much.

Suddenly, to your shock, she let out a cry mixed with laughter and jumped in the air. It was as if, there, in that deserted garage and with you in the car, there was a space where Jungeun could celebrate it with vivacity. She was just so full of joy!

She was just as happy as you are, obviously! She just needed to find a place to outsource it, a moment when she could be free, a place where she could celebrate it!

Jungeun's hands held the test results as if they were holding the most precious thing in her life. And, somehow, it was.

You flashed the headlights in sync with her leaps and, watching her body turn to the car, her dark brown eyes staring into the glass, you knew what she would say and you both said at the same time, in a whisper only your hearts could hear.

"I love you."

Back to Present – 3 AM

Keeping a packet of m&m's in her jacket pocket, saving it for you to eat later, Jungeun finished eating a strawberry cereal bar, chewing slowly as the girls entered into a conversation to try to calm their spirits. In fact, everyone there was looking forward to you and the baby being well and being able to receive visitors as soon as possible.

Jinsoul told a story of her adolescence and the girls highlighted some parts, asked a few things and laughed. But Jungeun's mind was just a few feet from that waiting room.

Were you in pain? Was the baby finding the way out safely? Was the baby healthy? Were you okay?

She had no way of knowing. She went to the bathroom, the girls followed the blonde head with concern as she crossed the room to the door with a blue sign written "toilet".

When closing the door already inside the bathroom, every sound coming from outside was isolated. Jungeun turned the tap on and felt the cascade of water flowing through her fingers, finding some calm with that, since the only person who could give her the biggest amount of peace was in labor.

She washed her face and dried it with paper, stared at her reflection and realized she was pale. She would only regain color when she could finally see you and the baby.

She put her hand on the door handle again, turning it, and when she closed the door behind her, she noticed that all the girls were standing, staring at the beginning of the corridor. Her face turned in the same direction, where a nurse was standing still, noticed the movement of the woman's lips and the signal for her to follow her on a path. That woman would take Jungeun's to where her heart belonged.

"I wish you were with me... with us at the moment…", you whispered.

"The nurses didn't let me in, babe, but I'm here now..."

Jungeun was almost crouched beside the bed, her face close to yours. She reached up and stroked your cheekbones, touching your forehead with hers.

“How was it?”, she asked.

“It was like I was shitting a coconut.”

Her throat exploded with a pleasurable laugh, making you laugh along, even though you felt a lot of pain in your entire body. Tiredness was overwhelming you, but not enough to see your baby again.

"I only saw our baby for about 5 seconds and I was barely able to see that little face before they did the cleaning and exams."

Your voice was a whisper and Jungeun shook her head, as if she told you not to worry about it, and then she gave you a peck.

When the nurse came into the room and placed the baby in your arms, Jungeun was already crying. She never thought that your love could take on a human shape, so small, fragile and beautiful.

"Oh, God... I love you both so much..." she said, letting those strong tears run down her clean face as she bent down to kiss the top of the baby's head very gently.

That little body, with small hands, gripped her finger firmly and you knew that you would not let anything in the world do anything to destroy that purity. Jungeun felt the same way. Somehow, you knew that. You felt that. Perhaps because you had known her for a long time. Perhaps it was because of love. But you did knew. And she also knew that, whatever happened, her family would always be the homewhere your hearts could rest.

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Mashed Potatoes and Joel Hoekstra (b.h.)

 A/N: This is for the lovely anon who wanted a Billy x Byers!Reader. I was so excited to write this one, I loved this request (I am loving ALL requests, but I’ve been loving these Billy ones lately!). Definitely very fun to write this one so thank you so much for requesting doll! Hope you love it lovely anon💛!

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Byers!Reader

Show/Movie: Stranger Things

Requested

Warnings: Mean people, bullying, prejudice, the shits of the teenage years, but fluff in the end!

Remember guys! Your family name does not define you or someone else! It’s who they are that defines them, it’s who you are that defines you. It’s how you act, how you treat people, etc. Just like you don’t judge a book by it’s cover, you don’t judge a person by their name. If anyone tries to put you in a box simply because of a prejudice with your name, ignore them. I know it’s hard, I know - trust me, but they really don’t deserve your time. And if you feel trapped in a box because of your name, just know that you can break free from that box. My DMs are ALWAYS open if you lovelies need to talk💛!

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  “Billy,” Y/N’s soft voice broke the tranquil silence that had settled over the room. Her finger that had been tracing random shapes on his chest stopped moving, her eyes flicking around the darkroom as she waited for him to respond in some way. She knew he wasn’t asleep by the lack of snores lowly rumbling in his chest (which she also laid her head upon) and his breathing pattern. He hummed, the sound reverberating in his chest, his hand still stroking up and down along the dip in her back where her spine was. “We’ve been dating for a few months now-” 

  “Six months.” He interjected, pressing a warm kiss to the top of her head. 

  “Right, yeah, we’ve been dating for six months,” She nodded, her already tangled hair tangling a bit more. Her voice was nervous, not knowing how he would react to her bringing this up. “And I was just thinking that maybe it would be time for you to meet my family,” She asked, her voice pitching up towards the end. “Maybe. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but it’s just everyone else I’ve dated has met them by now, but then again, everyone else I’ve ever dated left a few weeks after meeting them so-”

  “You’re rambling again, Bug.” Billy cut her off gently, knowing that she rambled and rants when she’s nervous and scared. Her cheeks heated up, burning as she settled back down to cuddle into Billy’s bare chest. 

  “Sorry.” She whispered. 

  Billy pressed another kiss to her hair, knowing that her ex’s all harped on her about her nervous rambles, making her snap her mouth shut and sink into herself. “Nothing to be sorry for, Bug, you’re nervous.” He reassured her. 

  She took a deep breath, calming herself as Billy gave her the silent support she needed. “Back on track,” She nodded her tone calm once again. “I still think you should meet my family because they are really important to me and you’re really important to me and I just really would like it if you guys got along,” She expressed nervously. The room was silent as she waited impatiently for his response, her breath was hitched, her mind automatically assuming that he was going to leave her right here, right now because he didn’t want to meet her family or worse, not feel the same about her. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to; if you’re not there in the relationship, that’s fine, we can take a few steps back if you’d like-” She started to shrink away from him, her mind panicking as it continued to imagine him leaving her like the rest - like her father. 

  “No-” Billy interjected softly, gently pulling her back to be flush against him. “I’ll meet your family only if you get some sleep, it’s late and you’re exhausted. He bargained, suddenly feeling nervous and wanting her to go to sleep for her sake and his. 

  “Okay, deal.” She yawned, closing her eyes, snuggling her cheek farther into his chest, listening to the beating of his heart. Billy squeezed his eyes closed as he tried to control his heartbeat so he didn’t alert her to his sudden nervousness. 

____  

  The next day was relaxed other than Billy’s increasing nervousness. He loved Y/N, he was at that place in the relationship where the only logical step would be to meet each other’s family, but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of doom. For one, meeting her family meant she would have to meet his family and he wanted to keep her as far away from Neil as possible. Secondly, the Byers family had a certain reputation around Hawkins High and Middle and Billy had heard all about it from his friends. Of course, he was stand-off-ish of Y/N before they started dating because of this reputation, but everything turned out fine with her so why wouldn’t her family be the same? 

  “What’s got you so quiet, Hargrove?” Tommy asked aggressively as they mulled around the locker room, changing after gym class. Billy jolted out of his thoughts as he just stood, staring into his locker. Looking back at Tommy, he blinked at him for a second before comprehending what his question was. 

  “Uh, nothing,” Billy shook his head, grabbing his shirt from his locker, slipping it on. “It’s just that Y/N invited me over to meet her family.” He had no idea why he was confessing this to Tommy and his other friends of all people, knowing how they feel about Y/N and the rest of her family. The words had tumbled out before he could even think about stopping them. 

  “Woah,” Tommy exclaimed, laughing as he pretended to back away from Billy as if he were carrying some sort of contagious disease. “Boys! Say good-bye to the Billy we all know because soon, he’s gonna be infected by the Weird-os.” His statement earned a chorus of laughs from the boys huddled around. 

  “Buzz off Tommy, they can’t be that bad. I mean, Y/N is great!” Billy said mostly to himself, closing his locker. 

  “Sure, she’s the most normal one,” Tommy shrugged. “But the rest of them man,” He shook his head as if telling some old wise tale. “They are complete basket cases. Completely messed in the head. Look at Jonathan for an example,” Tommy paused, walking over to Billy and slinging his arm over his shoulder. “Nobody talks to him, he sits in the back of the classes or in that stupid dark room, playing with his stupid little camera.” 

  “Y/N says that he’s quiet and works most of the time so he doesn’t have much time to hang out and the time he does have, he chooses to practice photography.” Billy pointed out, pushing Tommy’s arm off him. Tommy remained unfazed, leaning against the lockers as he continued.

  “Alright, if not Jonathan, then the younger one,” He paused, using his hands to set the scene. “He died, okay? Died and came back to life like in one of his freaky little movies he and his dork friends watch,” Billy glared at him, knowing full well that Max was one of his friends. “Much like his brother, he just sits there and colours and colours and colours. He’s in middle school and still colours like a pre-schooler.” 

  “He’s pretty talented, I’ve seen some of his pictures in the car when Y/N has it.” 

  “Now, let’s talk about the mother. She works at a general store, she dated that geek from Radio Shack, her husband left her, she had a meltdown in the middle of the street, she bought all the fucking lights in Hawkins because she thought her dead son was talking to her through them,” He paused. Billy opened his mouth to defend Joyce, but Tommy cut him off. “They are weird, Hargrove. They are completely nuts and you better prepare to be just as nuts because I am pretty sure it’s contagious.” 

  “Just look at Harrington and Wheeler,” Another guy piped up, making Billy look towards him. “They started to hang around with the Byers and look at them, they turned just as crazy. Constantly looking over their shoulders, Harrington only hangs around kids now, always having hushed conversations with them and Wheeler only talks to Jonathan now.” 

  “That’s not-” 

  ‘That’s not the same,” Tommy cut Billy off with a question. “It is exactly the same. Meeting the Byers is like the kiss of death. Kills your social life and makes you crazy-” 

  “Billy,” Y/N’s voice called into the locker room from the door she held slightly open. “Are you in here, we should really be getting to lunch, I’m starving!” 

  “Yeah, be out in a second!” He called to her, the door softly closing in response. He nervously looked at the door as Tommy clicked his tongue. 

  “It’s your choice, Hargrove, it’s your grave you’re digging.” Billy glared at him, shrugging on his jean jacket and leaving the locker room. His eyes met Y/N easily, seeing her talking to Steve excitedly. Though Billy still didn’t like Steve, he didn’t have the mental or emotional capacity at that given time to deal with his fluffy-haired nemesis, too busy fretting about what to do about meeting Y/N’s family. 

  “There you are, I was worried that you accidentally slammed your head in the locker or something,” She joked, not realizing that Billy was actually considering it. He didn’t want to make her think that he wasn’t ready to take the next step in the relationship, but I also was scared now. As much as he wanted to admit that he didn’t trust Tommy H and all the other guys, he really did want to say that he let their warnings roll off his back, but he couldn’t. “Come on, I want to eat, see you, Steve!” She grabbed Billy’s hand, pulling him out of the gym and into the halls. 

  “What were you talking to Harrington about?” He asked, hoping that it was completely unrelated to her having him over for dinner. 

  “About you meeting my family,” She chirped happily. Billy wanted to deflate right there. Of course it had to be about that. It couldn’t have been about anything else. Anything to take his mind off something so anxiety inducing. “He thinks it’s a great idea! He said that you would love my family and I really hope he’s right.” 

  “I really hope so too-” He muttered under his breath. 

  “What was that?” She asked, her brows furrowing as she leaned in closer. 

  “Nothing, Bug.” He told her, hoping she would buy it. She pulled a face, shrugging before regaining her giddy mood. 

  “Must have just been hearing things,” She chalked it up. “Anyway, I was thinking that you should come round to my place at seven? My mom is off today so she’s been prepping for this since nine this morning!” 

  “Yeah, about that,” Billy spoke slowly, dreading what he was about to do. He really didn’t want to do it, but he needed to buy himself sometime so he could figure out his next move. Find a way to keep Y/N while not having to meet her family. “I’m feeling a little sick to my stomach, Bug. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to go tonight.” 

  “Oh no,” She gasped, her hand squeezing his affectionately as she stopped in the hallway. “You might have overdone it in gym today, especially when I accidentally kicked that soccer ball right into your stomach, sorry about that by the way.” 

  “No, it wasn’t that, but you do have one hell of a kick on you,” He shook his head, not wanting her to blame herself. “I just think I’m coming down with something and I really don’t want to infect your family.” He lied through his teeth. 

  She awed, her hand coming up to cup his cheek sweetly. “That’s so sweet,” She cooed. Her hand slid from his face as disappointment flashed across her face, but it was gone as soon as it came, or at least she tried to fake it. Billy could see the disappointment she tried to bury, his heart pulling at the sight of it, knowing that he was the one who caused it. “It’s alright, I want you to worry about your health first. I’ll just go call my mom and tell her that there was a change of plans-” She paused, looking for a quarter as she tried to ignore the worry bubbling up once again. “Could I borrow a quarter? I think I spent mine calling her earlier to check up.” She asked, extending her flat palm, waiting for him to drop a quarter in it. 

  Billy tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. He could tell she was thinking that he was trying to avoid meeting her family because he just didn’t want to. While there was some truth to that, he couldn’t let her feel like he was pulling away from her. “You know what,” He pushed her hand back down to her side. “I’m going to go to the nurse and see if she can help me. I’ll see you before next period and update you, Bug.” He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before running off down the hall. 

  “Okay-” She breathed out, shocked. She watched him run past Tommy and his gaggle of idiots, the group watching him run - laughing. 

  “Oh, the crazy is already starting to rub off on you, Hargrove!” Tommy yelled, but Billy either ignored it or didn’t hear it. Y/N eyed Tommy oddly before eyeing Billy’s retreating form. 

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  The fact that Billy stood at the front door of the Byers’ house was a miracle in itself, considering how many times Billy considered swerving hard right into a tree in order to escape this night, but he pushed forward, knowing that Y/N was worth it. He tightened his grip on the bouquet of flowers, the thorns digging into his hand making him wince. Groaning, he switched holds, shaking his stinging hand out. He felt constricted in his clean cut clothes, his button-up buttoned more than usual, only the first two buttons being undone. The slacks itched his legs and made him feel like he was heading to a Sunday service. 

  Taking a deep breath, he raised his close fist, hitting his knuckles against the door twice in rapid succession. He could hear a scuffle from behind the door and Y/N’s distinctive voice pleading with her mother to let her answer it. The door was jerked open, revealing a breathless woman and a blushing Y/N standing in the back looking defeated. “You must be Y/N’s sister.” Billy used his normal line that worked wonders on mothers, but he was so off his game that he sounded a bit nervous, spitting the line out a few moments too late. The woman didn’t seem to mind, taking the compliment easily.  

  “Oh, stop it,” She flicked her hand, a wide smile nearly breaking her face as she laughed. “You must be Billy,” She continued to giggle, the laughter making her look youthful. If Billy hadn’t known that she had two teenagers and a pre-teen, then Billy would have thought she was much younger. “I’m Joyce, come on in, you must be cold,” She ushered him in hurriedly, her hand guiding him into the warm, cozy house as it rested on his upper back. “Standing out there in only a shirt in this fall weather.” She shook her head, closing the door behind him. 

  “Mom-” Y/N whined, embarrassed by her mother’s fussing. Joyce gave her a look, silencing the whine. 

  “You stop that and get this poor boy a drink,” Joyce insisted, leading Billy over to one of the couches. With a small groan in protest, Y/N ducked into the kitchen and out of Billy’s sight, sending him right on edge again. He sat on the couch, his clammy hands running over his slacks as his eyes watched Joyce. She was fairly gentle and normal looking for someone everyone called insane. “Will, go grab Jonathan from the shed, supper is going to be in a few minutes.” Joyce told the small looking boy who worked at setting the table for five, a mismatched chair added to the four that looked like they normally surround the table.

  “You have a lovely home Ms. Byers, thank you for having me.” He extended the pleasantry, seeing Y/N coming into the room with a glass of water. 

  “Please, call me Joyce,” She told him, waving him off once again. “And it’s no problem, Hunny. We’re glad to have you. You’re welcome anytime!” She reassured him, thinking that his nerves were from the donating task of meeting the family for the first time. 

  “Will do.” Billy nodded, gulping down his water. Y/N sat next to him on the couch, her hand naturally falling to his knee. Though his nerves lifted with each passing second he spends with them, he couldn’t seem to get Tommy’s warnings out of his head. 

  “You know, my mom was so excited for you to get here, she side-checked me out of the way to get the door,” Y/N told him, giggling. That seemed normal enough, they all seemed to have a good relationship with each other. It was more functional than his family and they were deemed normal. “And I definitely think you made her entire night with your comment.” 

  “Kids, dinner is ready,” Joyce called from the kitchen. Y/N patted Billy’s leg, standing up. Billy swallowed thickly, feeling like he was walking to his death as he neared the table filled with loads of dishes full of a beautiful home-cooked meal. “Billy, dear, you’re the guest so you can sit here,” Joyce patted the chair at the head of the table, before pointing to the chair next to it that sat between the wall and the table. “Y/N, you sit there.” She instructed her daughter. 

  “So, Billy,” Will spoke up, taking his place beside Y/N, looking directly at the blonde as he scooted his chair in. “Max tells me you like rock music. What’s your favourite band?” He posed the question, grabbing the pitcher of water and filling his glass up. 

  “Uh- I’ve been listening to a lot of Whitesnake lately, but I would say the Scorpions are my favourite band I guess.” Billy answered him, his hands nervously hovering over his plate, not sure what he should be doing. 

  “That’s cool, I like The Clash the most personally, but I like watching the Whitesnake videos, their hair is really cool-” Will nodded, accepting Billy’s answer. 

  “And where have you been watching Whitesnake videos, young man?“ Joyce perked in eyebrow at the youngest, making him shrink back slightly, but Billy could tell it was all playful banter. 

  “At Dustin’s.” He admitted, making Y/N laugh and nod as if it were to suspected. 

  “That was probably Steve’s doing, no doubt.” Y/N pointed out, filling up her own water before filling Billy’s glass automatically.

  “Yeah, it was Steve, he turned MTV on while he was watching us play D&D,” Will perked up at the mention of Steve. Looking right at Billy, he excitedly spoke. “I drew Joel Hoekstra a few months ago, but I made fire shoot out the end of the neck of his guitar. It’s insanely cool.” 

  “Billy, you haven’t gotten any food yet! Go on, you get some first.” Joyce noticed, holding a bowl of mashed potatoes to him. He looked at the bowl of potatoes, perfectly whipped. To anyone else at the table, it was just a bowl of starch and butter, but to Billy, it was the sign that they weren’t crazy. They were just not fitting into the box that everyone says you have to fit in. Looking at the bowl, he felt every bit of nervousness and apprehensiveness leave his body. Smiling, he gently took the bowl, scooping some out onto his plate, causing everyone to start putting food on their plates. 

  “Hey, Will,” Billy spoke up, causing everyone to look at him nervously. Jonathan eyed him, not trusting him yet. “Maybe after dinner, you could show me that drawing? Joel Hoekstra is my favourite member of Whitesnake.” He suggested, causing the boy to light up. Y/N smiled gently, her hand laying over Billy’s gratefully. Who knew that some mashed potatoes and Joel Hoekstra was all it took to see the Byers for who they were.