#in front of some old small tv I got a hold of (that don’t really exist anymore in this time) in a dark room alone to my grand niece that ju

[gummiix]

I feel like when I’m a grandpa or the grandpa uncle and I’ll be in that chair rockin up there going on about “kids these days never have true fun…. Never play true games…. Hoho…. You need to go back to the times of pure, raw, heart & soul in the gaming industry….” and it’s just me and mario galaxy

[fictionalmenxyn]

✬𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲✬

Pairing: dad!rafe x mom!thorton!reader

Baby is a girl, her name is Riley, she’s three months old, (if you see two months old, my bad, it’s supposed to be three)

Warnings: language (one word)

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Today was the first day of your girls weekend. It was only a one of your friend’s boats. Not too far away, since this was your first full weekend away from Rafe and Riley.

Rafe was currently on the couch, Riley in her bouncer. Content and happy. The occasional blabber or smacking of her gummy mouth, Rafe would look over, checking on her.

He was waiting for his wingmen to arrive, Topper and Kelce. The golf tournament started today, so he called them over to come watch it. Since he couldn’t exactly go out to the country club to go watch it. It wouldn’t exactly be the place for a three month old to go to.

When he heard the knock on the front door. He smiled softly walking over and licking Riley up. He spoke “that’ll be your uncles, baby.”

He walked over to the foyer with her in his arms. She tried grabbing for hair, like she would with you. But Rafe chuckled “baby, I haven’t got hair like mama, and I think I’m very grateful for it…”

He opened the door, greeted by his two friends. Kelce holding a case of beers while Topper held a grocery bag of formal. Rafe had texted Topper to ask your mom to have some of the formula at their place as he forgot to ask you to give some milk for the weekend.

He greeted the two, Rafe took the grocery bag. While Topper took his niece into his arms “hey, sweetheart! You miss uncle Top?? I bet ya did, huh?” He gently blew raspberries into her cheek. Causing her to squeal and giggle.

Topper placed Riley into her pack and play. While Rafe put away the formula and put the spare beers in the fridge. Holding three as he walked back into the living room. He handed the two, the guys thanking him as he took a seat on the couch.

Riley squealing and patting her hands in the mesh of the pack & play. The boys chuckling at the sight. She then smushed her face against the mesh. Her chubby cheek getting squished. Rafe leaned over, still sitting on the couch. He gently poked her cheek through the mesh “you being a silly girl in front of the boys, baby? Tryna make them laugh?” Her response was her attempt to clap. The boys all clapping, trying to encourage her. Rafe praised “smart girl! Get that from your mama, huh?”

Kelce joked “of course she does, Y/n’s the smart one in the relationship.” Topper laughed as Rafe playfully shot a quick glare at him. Knowing it wasn’t an actual statement.

As time moved on, Kelce now had Riley on his lap. He was holding the remote. He felt Riley’s small fingers grip onto his hand. Tugging his hand towards her open mouth, he chuckled “I don’t think so, Riles, don’t think your daddy would be happy with you drooling over the tv remote.” Rafe looked over. He smirked, playfully calling out to Riley as if she knew she was in the conversation “hey missy! Don’t you go eating the remote, momma’s milk and formula tastes better than plastic!” The guys laughed.

Riley was now lying on Topper’s chest. Topper was laying on the end of the L shaped couch. Riley started to become fussy. Her baby smacks hitting Topper’s chest, not really hurting him. Topper chuckled “someone’s getting fussy, huh?”

Rafe looked at his Rolex “it’s feeding time, hand her over.” Topper lifted her up. Making an aeroplane noise causing her to smile at her uncle.

Rafe held her as he walked over to the kitchen and started to prepare the formula. He gently bounced her as they waited. He booped her nose “you’re so cute, ya know that?” He asked as if she could answer him. She just shoved her fist into her mouth. Causing him to chuckle “let’s not eat your hand, Riles… milk tastes nicer than flesh… I hope at least..”

Once the bottle was warmed up and prepped. He took them back into the living room. Handing Riley over to Topper, since he was more experienced and confident to feed and burp Riley. Kelce was also to sucked into the golf on tv. Rafe handed the bottle over to Topper “check if it’s too hot or not.”

Topper took the lid off and dabbed some milk onto his hand. He cursed “ah fuck, still hot.” He soon felt a dull whack to the side of the head. Topper asked “what’s that for?!” Rafe answered “for swearing in front of my daughter, idiot.” Topper remarked “she’s three months old, man! She ain’t gonna know what it means…” Rafe replied “so? If I get a smack from your sister cause I accidentally swore, you get one from me, simple.” Topper rolled his eyes. Rafe responded “take it up with your sister, dude, not my issue.”

Rafe sat back down after cooling the bottle. Handing it back to Topper. As Top fed Riley. Rafe would take occasional sips of his beer, resting the bottom of the bottle on his thigh. Watching the golf on the tv that was mounted to the wall. Occasionally glancing over to Topper and his daughter.

Once Top had fed and burped Riley. He held her out to Rafe “all yours, man.” Rafe took Riley into his arms. Putting the beer bottle onto the coffee table.

He stood up, taking her behind the couch. A little further from the two gossiping and the sound of the tv. She could sleep through anything, but that’s after she’s fallen asleep. If it’s loud as they try to get her to sleep, it won’t work.

He glanced back and forth between Riley and the tv as he rocked her in his arms for a little while. The he moved her onto his one arm. Practically curling his own child in his forearm. Her cheek squished between his inner-elbow. He knows she falls asleep in this position. Rafe always would joke about how his biceps could magically help her fall asleep.

Once she was fast asleep. He held her to his chest. Walking over and sitting on the edge of the couch, then leaning back, practically laying down. He gently pressed a kiss to her temple “sweet dreams, girly.” He rubbed her back subconsciously. What he’d always done with you.

Topper took a quick and sneaky photo of Rafe with Riley. Sending it to you with a text below ‘one person love golf, the other doesn’t. Can u tell who’s who?? 😂’

It’s been around an hour, when Riley started to stir. Rafe cooed “ohh there she is… back in the real world, eh?” He pressed two kisses to the top of her head. He smiled softly at his little girl “hey sweetheart.” She tilted her head back a little. Following the sound of his deep voice. Her piercing blue eyes, one of Rafe’s doings, look up at him. He smirked softly “there you are, pretty girl, look at you moving your head.” He gently placed his palm on the back of her head.

His thumb gently brushing the top of her head. He feels his phone buzz, someone’s calling him. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. Seeming ‘Y/n/n ❤️’ pop up, he quickly answered. “Hey, babe, having fun?”

You replied “yeah, just got back onto the boat now, how’s it going over there?” He smiled “good, good… she’s just woke up from her nap.” You smiled “yeah? Good, glad to hear… how’re you? How’re the boys??” Rafe chuckled “how’d you know they’re over?? I’m doing good.” You laughed “cause Topper is being a good uncle and sending baby updates!”

Rafe smiled “yeah, yeah, hey! I’ve managed to feed all of us! Not just Riles…” you playfully gasped while mocking him “no way?! It’s almost as if you’re actually being an adult!” You could feel his eyes roll at the comment. There was a two second pause, he spoke “shut up..” you laughed “couldn’t think of anything to say? Aww poor Rafey…” he chuckled “you’re lucky I love you..” “waa waa, you just suck and comebacks, but I love you too. I’m gonna go now, okay? Take care I’ll see you both Monday. Sending my love, give Riley extra kisses f’me. I love you!” He smiled “I love you too! Have fun and be safe!”

It’s now eight pm, and yes… Topper and Kelce are staying over for the night… maybe the weekend, but hey?! That’s alright… extra help isn’t bad.

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[rhys-writes-some-shit]

Learn to Take "No" for an Answer

Alastor x Reader (Queer-Platonic)

Alastor was often a busy man, but he always managed to keep tabs on you. The moment your heart rate started to increase, he could feel it. He’d stopped what he was doing immediately and went off to find you. The moment he saw you surrounded by Sinners, with Vox at the center, he was ready to initiate a massacre. 

But instead, he watched as you held your own, not once swaying from your opinions. 

Once you tackled Vox to the ground, though, Alastor knew he needed to step in. He knew you could definitely hold your own for now, but you were not powerful enough to combat Vox if he retaliated. He only wished he’d been able to watch you stab that knife through Vox’s throat…

A few minutes earlier...

Humming to yourself, you skillfully sidestepped a bloody corpse on the sidewalk. Sometimes all you needed was a nice walk to clear your head. Today, the walk improved your mood immensely. The only thing that could make it better was if Alastor started one of his broadcasts. You knew it was unlikely to happen, but that didn't stop you from glancing up at the speakers above the streets in hopes they'd turn on.

You passed by the VoxTek TV display, pausing to watch the news highlights. Another turf war on the other side of the city, an ad for some sort of imp hitman business, clips from the latest episode of Hell’s Next Top Idol. Anything owned by VoxTek wasn’t allowed in the hotel, which meant you didn’t have access to all the media you would’ve liked. Sometimes, watching the TV display was the closest thing you got. 

“Like what you see?” A tall figure suddenly appeared behind you. The small group of Sinners who’d also crowded around the TV display suddenly burst into exclamations and talking.

Turning around, you found yourself looking up at Vox's flatscreen face, causing you to grimace. 

“Oh, come now, don’t be like that. I expected better from Alastor’s little pet.” Vox was grinning slyly, arms behind his back with authority. “I have a proposition for you, sweetheart.”

“If you’re here to ask me to watch Al for you, the answer is ‘no.’” Glaring, you attempted to find a way out of the crowd circling around you and Vox, but the wall of Sinners had increased, becoming impenetrable.

Vox rolled his eyes. “Of course not, hot stuff. I’m not an idiot. Alastor doesn’t deserve you anyway.”

“Maybe he does, maybe he doesn’t,” you shrugged. “Regardless, I really should be on my way.”

Even with that statement, the crowd of Sinners didn’t move. They were all watching Vox, enamored with the scene playing out in front of you. As your heart rate increased, you could only hope that Alastor would notice. 

“We should talk some more, sweetheart. You’re such a handsome little thing.” One of Vox’s hands reached towards your face, caressing your cheek. “If you ditched that old-fashioned prick and came with me instead, I think you’d find yourself much better off.”

Clenching your jaw, you angled your face out of Vox’s grasp. “I'm doing just fine as I am right now, thanks.” You made your voice cold, desperately trying to get your disinterest across. 

“Don’t be so sure.” Vox raised an artificial eyebrow. “I could give you more than Alastor ever could. Join me, and you can become one of Hell’s most powerful Overlords.”

The talking from the surrounding crowd grew louder, people taking pictures and recording the confrontation. The idea that Vox just asked to share his power with some random Sinner was crazy to the rest of the public. It wouldn’t take very long for word to travel all throughout Hell. The idea of your face plastered across cell phones and TV screens across the city made you nervous. Not to mention, you’d have to report to Vox, and he was an asshole. 

“I'm not interested,” you ground out, keeping your back straight to feign confidence. 

Vox scoffed. “Playing hard to get, are we?” He was grinning. “You look so fucking hot when you’re pissed off.”

Silently, you were begging someone, anyone, to come and rescue you. You couldn’t guarantee that you could keep your composure much longer. “I’m not interested,” you repeated, just as sternly. 

“Aww, are you mad, sweetheart?” Vox cooed mockingly. “Upset your owner isn’t here to save you? If you came with me, you’d never have to worry about being on your own.”

In a flash, your hands twitched and a knife was suddenly being held to Vox’s throat. You’d tackled him to the ground, the sharp blade reflecting your bright eyes. His eyes were wide, clearly not expecting you to retaliate.

“Call me sweetheart again and I’ll castrate you, you flat-faced fuck.”

“Oh my!” A dark shadow appeared behind you, quickly followed by Alastor’s tall figure. Despite his smile, you could clearly see he was just as pissed as you were. “Darling, is Vox bothering you?”

“Not anymore.” You pressed the knife closer to his neck, allowing a few droplets of blood to slide down the knife before withdrawing. Licking the blood off the blade, you gave Vox a dark grin. “You taste like battery acid. No wonder no one wants you.”

Alastor laughed heartily. “How true! Come along, my dear! Charlie is probably wondering where we are.” Placing your arm in his, you allowed Alastor to escort you away from the now-silent crowd. 

“I fucking hate that guy,” you snarled once you’d gotten a few blocks away.

“A nuisance, surely,” Alastor agreed. “I must say, you handled that wonderfully. Quite an entertaining display.”

Smiling lightly, you found yourself flushed at the compliment. “It was nothing. He just needed to learn to take ‘no’ for an answer.”

Chuckling, Alastor matched your smile. “I’m sure you got the point along just fine, dearest. And if he didn’t…” Alastor’s face darkened, smile turning sinister. Now it was your turn to laugh, and that was how you walked into the hotel, giggling at each other like a couple of teenage girls.

[mayearies]

CATS ALIKE .. miles g. morales ⟡

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 miles g. morales x fem! reader , fluff , no disclaimer

𐦍༘⋆ SYNOPSIS; you wanted a cat. miles did not. he made this pretty clear. he ignored, dismissed, and persuaded you to stop asking for a while. however, it came back again and again and again. guess how he caved.

WC; 728

𐦍༘⋆ NOTES; old fic i wrote also test for engagement i guess

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he purposely avoided your eyes for a while now. a little bit too long for both of your liking. he flipped through thr channels on the tv as he held you in his lap and you kissed him all over his face, muttering the word ‘please’ without break.

miles grumbled, knowing he would cave pretty soon. he had a sweet tooth for those chocolate lips of yours. he sighed loudly, throwing his head back on the arm of the sofa before looking at you with an annoyed expression. “if i do this for you, promise me you’ll shut up about it.” you nodded in glee.

you knew how to hold your end of the bargain, just one small favor. one small thing couldnt hurt his cold and stoic soul. he took you to the nearest petshop on the block since you wanted this more than ever. a cat.

miles didn’t like the idea. he was away most nights and didnt want something there to create more of a mess than you already did of his room (he would scold you but you knew he didnt really care that much). he could think of a million reasons why this was a bad idea. the only plus was that it was cute.

“which one you want, ma?” he followed you down the isle of cages and cries of the kittens, “preferably not the ones that shed a lot.” his voice sounded uneasy and skeptical. he knew how bad you wanted this.

“relax a little. these little things are so cute, how could you not want one?” 

he crossed his arms and watched as you stuck your hands into the bars to pet each one of them, to which some would hiss and deny. “maybe because i dont like cats,” he hissed. “their fur gets everywhere.”

“i say it’s worth it,” you replied sassily to match his tone.

“of course you do.”

you saw one in particular that caught your attention. a black cat that was missing an eye. the shopkeeper said he was born that way and that nothing was wrong with him. he was adorable, just as fiesty too. it didnt let you touch it until it smelled your hand. even then it was still ready to fight. reminds you of someone else you know. “i want this one.”

“the things i do for you.”

you laughed under your breath, “you say it like it’s a bad thing.”

that night, you were so excited to play with the little guy. miles however, could care less. he didnt want much to do with it. well, it may not come off as that because he bought the most expensive bed and cat litter for it, despite it being no older than a few weeks. 

you wanted to play with it first, but where’s the fun in that? “how about, i set up the cat litter and stuff and you get to know our new friend together?” miles raised an eyebrow as he set down the carrier. “is this some typa excuse?”

“no! just spend some time with it. last thing i ask, i promise.”

miles sighed and agreed. so much for promises. he opened the cage and waited for it to crawl out, but it didn’t. the sudden change in enviornment and scent must’ve been just kicking in. he reached his finger into the cage and felt the ends of the whiskers ticking it. then, it licked him. he wasn’t taken aback by it but it felt odd.

you finished installing the cat litter box and started walking towards the living room once you heard the tv on again, “so, how’d it-“ and the last thing you thought you’d see tonight just laid in front of you. miles was watching the screen as the little furball wrapped around itself on his chest. it was purring and by the torn fabric in his hood, you could tell it was kneading him.

“well, look who got along,” miles glared at you for that as you walked over to lay down behind him. “still don’t like cats?”

he playfully scoffed and rolled his eyes, his fingers drifting and gazling along the fur of its tail. “im still wondering why you chose that name for him.”

“whats wrong with it?” 

“who names their cat ‘meows morales?’”

@ MAYEARIES ‘23

[cosyvelvetorchid]

☃️🦷💍 id love to see how you combine these

Your wish is my command!

Enjoy!

🩶

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They stamped the snow from their feet before stepping into the cabin and dropping their bags. It was a small, simple cabin—open plan living area and kitchen, and a bedroom at the back with an en suite bathroom. There was a huge sectional in front of the fireplace—this is what drew them to this particular cabin because it was big enough for them both to fit on it—and a big TV in the corner.

“I can’t believe we’re actually on vacation.” Buck excitedly said. “A whole weekend in a cabin with no work, no fires, no medical emergencies.. just me and you.”

Tommy slid his arms around Bucks waist and kissed him chastely. “What do you want to do first?”

“First I’d like to eat because I’m starving. Why don’t you take the bags into the bedroom and I’ll get started on dinner.”

“Yes boss.” Tommy teased with a wink.

After finishing eating dinner and washing up, they settled on the sofa to watch a movie. Buck had insisted that as Tommy had flown them there, he got first pick and he chose The Terminator. Mostly because he knew Buck liked it.

By half way through the movie Buck had already fallen asleep on Tommy’s chest. Tommy draped a blanket over them both and carried on watching the movie, snacking on popcorn.

He threw another few pieces into his mouth and immediately screamed out in pain, jolting his body and almost sending Buck flying off the sofa.

“What?! What is it?!” Buck jumped up looking around trying to figure out what was going on. Quickly he noticed Tommy bent forward with his hand holding his cheek.

“Babe? What’s wrong?”

“It’s.. ah! My.. my tooth, I.. broke it..ah!” He was in an immense amount of pain and to be honest Buck was a little scared. He’d never seen Tommy like this before. He’d always been so calm and squared away.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Uh, hold on..” he rushed to the kitchen and threw some ice into a ziplock bag and wrapped it in a dish towel.

He lifted it towards Tommy’s face and he flinched away. “It’s okay, Tommy. It’s just some ice. It’ll help.” Tommy took the ice and put it on his face. He hissed at the feel of it. He was heavy breathing and couldn’t sit still—too much adrenaline from the pain.

Thankfully they’d managed to find an emergency dentist a few miles away and a quick uber call later they were walking inside.

Tommy had broken in half one of his molars on a popcorn kernel, exposing the nerve. The dentist—whom Buck was convinced was 130 years old—said he could fill the hole and give him a temporary cap until Tommy could get to his usual dentist.

An hour later, he was (temporarily) fixed, and high as a kite on pain meds, but ready to go back to their cabin. Buck helped walk him in to the cabin and lowered him onto the sofa.

“Wow do I live here?” He asked; his words sluggish.

Buck laughed. “Uh, no, babe we’re on vacation.”

Tommy stared at Buck with heavy eyes. “My boyfriend is not gonna like that. He a firefighter.”

“I’m your boyfriend, babe.” Buck reminded him, putting a blanket over him.

“No!” Tommy protested. “My boyfriend is really pretty.”

Buck laughed again and debated whether to take his phone it and record this. “He is, huh?”

Tommy nodded emphatically. “The prettiest. He has an adorable birthmark on his face and really soft hair.”

“He does sound pretty.” Buck played along.

“His tummy is my favourite though. Oh wow! His looks like yours! I just want to go BOOP-“ he poked Buck lower stomach with his finger “all the time.” He smiled happily. “I like to rest my head on it sometimes. It’s like a warm pillow.”

Buck couldn’t hold in the laugh this time. Tommy was just to freaking adorable high.

“Hey, hey!” Tommy whispered, gestured with his hand for Buck to come closer. “Can I tell you secret?”

“Sure.”

“I’m going to propose to him this weekend.” He whispered.

Bucks heart damn near stopped.

“You-you are?” He asked, trying to hide the shake to his voice. Tommy nodded emphatically again.

“Yep. I have a ring and everything.” He leaned to the side to lie on the sofa.

“You do, huh?” Buck gently lifted Tommy’s head to place a pillow underneath.

“I got his sister to help me pick it out. She’s really pretty too. But I don’t want to marry her. I want to marry my Evan.” His eyes were getting heavier.

My Evan.

Buck had to use all of his energy not to cry right there at hearing Tommy call him that. It was such a simple thing but it reminded him that he belonged to someone.

“I’m kinda scared though.” Tommy said.

“Of what?”

“He might say no. I don’t want him to say no. I want him to say yes.” He had the most adorable pouty facial expression and Buck had to work hard to resist kissing it off him.

“I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about.” He told Tommy.

“How do you know?”

Buck sat on the edge of the couch and ran a gentle hand through Tommy’s hair, smiling as Tommy hummed in contentment.

“I have a feeling he’s going to say yes.” He whispered, leaning down to kiss Tommy’s forehead as sleep took him.

[thatgirlstrawberry]

Sick Surprise pt. 6 — Rossi’s Princess Castle

In which Spencer invites Y/N to his team’s dinner but the sitter for Eloise cancels

Warnings: Fluff, ¿smut scene?, Eloise, Henry and Jack being adorable, dirty jokes, Derek teasing Spencer, the team being like wtf— 😧

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Spencer’s chest heaved as he collapsed on the bed next to his girlfriend. Her eyes were still squeezed shut and her lip between her teeth.

After a moment of breathing and calming down, Y/N hummed and moved to lay close to him. “Wanna go shower?” She asked, kissing his neck. “We can be louder in there.” He chuckled, rubbing her cheek with the pad of his thumb.

“Of course.” He kissed her lips and pulled away, laughing when she tried to catch his lips again. She giggled as he began talking again. “So… there’s this dinner…” He trailed off.

Y/N hummed, her fingers grazing over his abs gently. “Mhm…”

Spencer cleared his throat. “My friend from work is hosting at his house and Um—“ He paused and kissed her because her lips were searching for his. “They know that I’m dating someone— that someone being you— and Rossi invited you.”

Y/N stopped he movement of her hand and looked up at him. A small smile grew on her lips. “Really?” She asked quietly.

Spencer smiled down at her. “Really. I would really like for them to meet you.”

Y/N nodded. “But what if they don’t like me?”

The man scoffed. “They’re gonna love you.” He whispered. “I love you.”

Her smile grew and she grabbed the side of his face, kissing him. He pushed her hair out of the way and kissed her back. “I love you too. So much.” She mumbled between kisses. “And I would love to come to dinner.”

Spencer chuckled. “If you keep kissing me like that we’re not gonna make it to the shower.”

Y/N smirked, moving her body to straddle waist. “I’m okay with that.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Two days later, Y/N stood in front of her full body mirror in a dress and heels. Eloise was jumping on her bed and singing some song about colors she had heard on the tv earlier in the day.

“Mommy, how long you gonna be gone?” Eloise asked as she stopped jumping.

The mother hummed and spun around. “Just a few hours.”

Eloise shook her head and frowned. “A foo hours is wike… forever, mommy!”

Y/N giggled and sat on the edge of her bed, letting Eloise lean against her. “No it’s not, Eloisey. And you get to be here with Katie. Don’t you like Katie?”

The girl gasped. “Oh my dosh— I wuv Katie.” She breathed out.

Y/N smiled and nodded, kissing her cheek. “I know! You guys are gonna have so much fun!”

Like the universe hated her or something, her phone buzzed beside her and she picked it up.

From: Katie

Hi Y/N! I’m sooooo sorry but i can’t watch Eloise tonight. I think I caught the flu and I’d hate to get her sick

Y/N sighed and shut her eyes. “You’ve got to be fucking me in the ass.” She groaned, forgetting that there was a 3 year old right next to her.

“Mommy, why did you say the fuck word?” Eloise asked causing her to groan louder.

She opened her eyes and put a smile on her face. She knew that Spencer’s phone was on silent and he probably wouldn’t be paying much attention to it while he was with his team.

“No reason baby.” She shook her head. “Go pick out an outfit for you to wear tonight, okay?”

Eloise furrowed her eyebrows. “Why?”

Y/N swiped Jaír out of her baby’s eyes. “Because Katie can’t come tonight so, we’re gonna go eat dinner with Spencer.”

Eloise squealed and crawled off of her mom’s bed and ran out into her room.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

When Y/N arrived at the house— the fucking mansion— she sighed and looked back at Eloise.

“Oh my dosh, Spenther’s fwiend wives in a princess castle!” The girl shouted, clapping her hands.

Y/N laughed. “Yes, he does live in a princess castle.” She took her phone off of the gps thingy in her car and got out.

She walked around the front of the car and got Eloise out of her car seat. “You ready?” She asked, hiking the girl up on her hip, and holding her fist out.

“Ready fweddy.” Eloise nodded and bumped her tiny fist on Y/N’s.

Y/N nodded and began to walk up the stone driveway. She got to the door, feeling her heart hammer in her chest. “Oh god, I can’t do this.” She whispered.

“Yeth you can mommy.” Eloise smiled and touched her mother’s cheek.

She kissed Eloise’s forehead and quickly pressed the doorbell. They heard the sound outside before hearing Spencer’s voice.

“That’s Y/N!” He said, trying to be quiet. “Don’t ask too many questions— Derek why are you sm- stop smirking.”

Y/N took a deep breath in and the door swung open. Spencer’s smile widened when he saw Eloise in her arms.

The woman shook her head. “I’m really sorry, my sitter canceled and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to find one on short notice and I’m really—“

“Y/N, Y/N.” Spencer stopped her. “It’s okay! I was hoping you’d bring Eloise anyway.” He said, looking at the kid. “I missed my girl anyways.” He smiled and Eloise held her arms out.

Y/N let Spencer take her out of her arms. “Are you sure this is okay? Do I look okay? Is my makeup-“

Spencer leaned forward to kiss her shortly. “Everything is fine.” He nodded.

Y/N nodded and smiled up at him nervously, following him as he moved back inside the house.

She walked behind him and heard a quiet gasp as they entered the dining room. “Oh my God, is that a child!?”

Y/N bit her lip and stood next to Spencer, smiling nervously and looking around at everyone. “Uh, guys this is Y/N.” He said nodding down at her. “And this is Eloise,” He noticed how Y/N stiffened under the team’s stares. He cleared his throat.

A blonde dressed in bright purple stood up and made her way towards them. “Oh my goodness!” She pulled Y/N into a hug causing a surprised noise to leave the woman’s mouth. “It’s so nice to meet you!” She pulled away and looked at the girl in Spencer’s arms. “And you too! Oh my gosh you’re adorable.”

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” Y/N spoke.

“I’m Penelope!”

Eloise became shy and she waved, leaning into Spencer’s neck. Y/N giggled and said hi.

Then, everyone else walked up to them and introduced themselves to her and Eloise.

Derek and Savannah, David Rossi, Emily Prentiss, JJ and Will and Aaron Hotchner all greeted her with a smile and a handshake— JJ hugged her.

When the blonde woman met Eloise, she glanced up at Spencer with wide eyes. “I’m JJ.” She told the girl.

“Hi JJ.” Eloise greeted quietly.

Y/N smiled and Eloise looked at her with wide eyes. “What’s wrong baby?” The girl waved her over and she walked over, leaning closer to her. Eloise whispered something in her mom’s ear.

A moment later, she pulled away from her and looked at Rossi. “I’m sorry, can we go use your bathroom?”

The man nodded. “Of course.” He smiled. “It’s right down that hallway to the left.”

“Thank you.” She nodded, taking Eloise from Spencer and nodding at him before walking to the bathroom.

The team waited until her heels stopped clicking and the bathroom door shut.

Derek scoffed. “So how exactly did you win her over?” He asked with a chuckle. Savannah slapped his arm.

Spencer rolled his eyes. “We met at this coffee shop near her apartment—“

JJ smiled. “What, like five years ago? I mean, that kid is huge!” She exclaimed in a hushed whisper.

He shook his head. “No Um… I met her six months ago. Eloise is Um… she’s not mine.” He hated saying because even though technically it was true, anything a father would do for his daughter, he’d do for Eloise.

“She’s adorable, Reid.” Emily spoke. “Oh, the kid is too.” She jokingly shrugged.

Spencer smiled and rolled his eyes. “She’s really nervous so can we please tone down the compliments.”

JJ’s eyes lit up. “Ooh! Maybe Eloise would like to play with Henry and Jack when dinner is cooking.” She pursed her lips. “They’re just in the back yard.”

Spencer shrugged. “We’ll have to ask her.” As if on cue, Y/N’s heels began clicking again and Eloise was saying things.

They came around the corner and /N was holding Eloise’s hand as they walked. She let go of her mother’s hand and ran up to Rossi, pulling on his pant leg. “Scuse me, mithter. Do you wive in a princess castle?”

The team laughed and Rossi bent down a bit. “I do live in a princess castle.” He nodded.

Spencer chuckled and leaned over to Y/N as the two of them went into a deep conversation about Eloise’s favorite princesses.

“Is it okay if she goes outside and plays with JJ and Hotch’s boys?” He asked.

Y/N nodded. “Yeah, of course. But you didn’t need to ask my permission.” She told him quietly. “I trust you, okay?”

Spencer nodded and kissed the side of her head before getting Eloise’s attention. “Hey, Eloisey do you wanna go play outside and meet some new friends?”

The girl nodded shyly and Spencer held out his hands. Eloise grabbed onto both and hopped onto his feet. Y/N laughed as he began to waddle towards the sliding doors behind the dining room table.

JJ went out before him so she could rally up the other kids. “Hey guys?” She called. Y/N followed behind Spencer and Eloise.

The boys stopped throwing the ball around and came running towards JJ. “Is dinner done yet, mommy?” Henry asked.

JJ chuckled. “Not yet honey. I wanted you and Jack to meet Spencer’s friends Y/N and Eloise.”

They looked up at the woman and then at the girl who held a small smile. “I’m Eloise.” She nodded. “You wike pwaying superhewoes?” She asked.

Jack nodded rapidly and Henry gasped. “We love playing superheroes.”

Eloise hopped off of Spencer’s feet. “Otay. I’m donna be the good one. You duys be da bad ones.”

She ran further into the yard and Y/N laughed, covering her mouth as they ran after her. “She’s gonna sleep gooood tonight.” She nodded with a smile.

Rossi tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around. “Would you like a glass of wine?”

“Ooh.” She smiled. “What do you have?” She asked.

Rossi chuckled. “A whole damn cellar, sweetheart.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Emily, Penelope, JJ, Savannah and Y/N all stood around the kitchen island with their glasses of wine. The guys sat around in the backyard watching the kids play. “So…” Emily smirked. “How’s the sex?”

Y/N almost choked on her wine and took the glass away from her mouth, wiping her noir with a napkin. She giggled and kissed her teeth. JJ slapped Emily’s arm. “What? It’s a real question.” She shrugged.

The woman inhaled. “It’s fuckin’ mind blowing. He like a vagina wizard or something.” She laughed. The rest of the girls laughed as well.

They were consumed in conversation when the oven dinged. Y/N raised her hand. “I’ll go get the guys.” She told them.

She set her glass down and walked out of the kitchen and towards the sliding doors. The guy’s chairs were faced away from the door and she slowly open it. Before she called for them, she paused when she caught the end of their conversation.

“I think she was sent by God. She’s perfect.” Spencer’s voice was quiet but she smiled hearing every word. “A-and Eloise is the cherry on top. I didn’t know that I wanted kids until I met her. She’s the best. And she’s just like her mother.”

Y/N teared up and bit her lip as the guys all ‘awed’ and patted him on the back. “And I’m gonna marry her. I don’t know when but it’s going to happen.”

Her grin widened and she cleared her throat. “Um, I think dinner is ready.” She said quietly. They all turned back, not think that she had heard their entire conversation.

Rossi popped out of his chair and clapped. “Great! You’re gonna love my lasagna.” He nodded.

“Lasagna?” She repeated, glancing at her cute but very messy girl.

Rossi chuckled. “Oh, don’t worry. I made the kids chicken nuggets and fries.”

Y/N sighed in relief and laughed. She saw Eloise running up to her and she bent down. The girl ran and jumped into her arms. “Mommy, can Jack and Henry come over tomorrow!?” She asked.

Y/n spun her around. “We’ll have to ask their parents but it’s okay with me! Come on let’s go eat!”

Spencer smiled as he watched Y/N wiggle her around as they went inside.

He got so lucky.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

After dinner, the kids were watching a Disney movie in Rossi’s home theater and the adults were all standing around the kitchen island talking.

Spencer grabbed Y/N’s hand and she leaned over to him. “I love you.” She spoke quietly. “And thank you for being with me and Eloise.”

He kissed her cheek, knowing that the others were too immersed in conversation with each other. “I will always be with you.”

Y/N giggled. “And the girls might tease you at work for a little while.”

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows with a smile. “Why?” He asked, rubbing his hand over her lower back.

“I may or may not have called you a vagina wizard.”

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I love this so much and I love that Y/N and Eloisey met the teammmmm!

The next chapter has some angst and it’s gonna be about Eloise’s 4th birthday! So excited!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter

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Shootin' Pool

fandom: smiling friends

prompt: charlie dompler/reader

words: 1,456

summary: You and your boyfriend's date started plain enough, just a few drinks at the local bar along with some stories and laughs. However, when his eyes landed on the worn-down pool table, he was eager to play. One problem? You don't know how to play pool, like, at all.

notes: Can you tell I've only played pool a few select times? Well anyways, I hope you enjoyed it! This was inspired by shooting pool with my family for Father's Day and I got the thought of Charlie holding you while teaching you to play pool and it was too cute to not write (even with my mediocre writing skills lol).

It started off with just a few drinks, a simple and easy date at a small local bar to say the least. 

However, just a few drinks left Charlie a little tipsy, a bit braver and rambunctious than before. 

“Man, I’m telling you, this shit was so funny I thought I was gonna pass out.” Your boyfriend was rambling about something that he saw on TV as you tried your best to listen.

It wasn’t because you weren't interested in what he had to say, it was more of the fact that in your drunken haze, it was hard to pay attention for long periods of time. 

His words started to mix together as you fell further deep into this hole, nodding your head and muttering the occasional ‘Mhm!’ or “Yep!’ so you put on the sort of facade that you were fully aware of what he was saying.

It went on like this for a couple of minutes before you were snapped out of your cycle by him slightly raising his voice while looking behind you, 

“Oh shit, they have a pool table?! Oh man, I haven’t played that since high school.”

You looked past your shoulder, a dimly lit corner sat a years-old pool table that a few patrons stood around but no one was actively playing it. 

“We should totally play babe.” Before you even had a chance to respond, your boyfriend was already on his way to the front table to rent the table. 

You could feel your stomach drop, you had never played pool before, and the feeling of embarrassing your drunk self in front of him was too much to bear.

You were going to have to brush them off because he was already on his way back with two cues and pool chalk. 

“Alright, I got the table for about two hours, that should give us plenty of time to play.” Stuffing his wallet into his sweatpants pocket, he handed you your cue.

He noticed your body was trembling slightly as he did so, making him slightly laugh to himself, “Oh shit, you don’t remember how to play huh?”

You took a deep breath. “Not just that, I’ve never played pool before…” Your voice trailed off, rubbing the stick between your fingers as you looked to the dirty carpet of the bar to avoid his gaze.

“Really? Never? You never had you and your friends scrape together enough cash to do some pool at a bowling alley or anything like that?” Charlie raised an eyebrow.

You shook your head and shrugged, “I grew up in a small town, all we had were small parks to smoke weed at or some shit.” 

A chuckle escaped his lips, “Got it, pool is simple enough to learn though. It’s all about the angles.”

Charlie walked along the table, setting up the pool balls into the rack in their starting positions before returning to your side. 

Clapping his hands together, he held up his cue, “Alright, so I’m just gonna do simple rules since you’re a first-timer.” 

“Like I said it’s pretty simple, see how the balls either have stripes or are solid colors? That decides the teams so I’ll be stripes and you be solids, ok?” 

You nodded, still fidgeting with your pool cue as he continued.

“And what you’re gonna do here is try to hit the white ball with your cue so your team balls can land into the nearest pocket,” He stopped midway through his sentence as he lined up his cue to the white balls and hit it, sending all the pool balls into different locations on the table. 

“Pockets are these things, by the way.” He pointed to the holes at each end of the table, which you gave a nod in return.

“What you’re NOT going to do is hit the 8 ball into a pocket until the end of the game when there are no other balls left,” He pointed to the ball and you recognized it immediately as it could easily be mistaken for an old child’s toy. 

“There’s a lot more rules but we’re just gonna play like this for now, alright?” 

A small smile appeared on your lips as you nodded, “Have you played this a lot hon?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah plenty of times. My uncle actually taught me how to play when I was a kid.” Charlie continued to hit one of the balls to try to land another into the pockets, succeeding in his goal as a ball zipped into the nearby hole. 

“Awesome, ok babe now you try.” Resting a hand on your shoulder, he gave you a small smile. 

Your stomach fluttered with butterflies, yeah, you could do this! Hell yeah, let’s do it!

You lined up the end of the cue to the white cue ball, having trouble with how you were holding the cue. Shit, it was hard. Charlie made it look so easy and yet here you were, already making mistakes as you dropped the cue from how hard you were holding it. 

Suddenly, you felt a body press against the back of your own, making your cheeks heat up as you knew exactly who it was. 

Charlie had picked up the cue from the ground and had it now in between his fingers as he guided it towards your own, putting his hands over yours as you held the cue.

“Here, you gotta hold it like this.” Charlie’s voice was soft as he placed the pool cue between your fingers, resting it between your index and middle fingers. 

“Alright perfect, uh- yeah, and your other hand goes here.” He guided your other hand to the end of the pool stick, your hand wrapping tightly around it in instinct.

You tried to focus, you really did but the feeling of your boyfriend pressed against you while you two were slightly shitfaced was too much for you at that moment. You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest as he continued his non-intentional suffering.

“And you’re gonna pull back your arm like this,” He placed his hand on your elbow that was sticking outwards, slightly pulling it back.

“Alright, that- that should be good man.” He stood back, which made you release your breath, and admired his work, giving you a thumbs-up to let you know it was ok to shoot.

Taking a deep breath, you hit the cue ball that was lined up to a solid ball and successfully hit it into the pocket.

“Alright, yeah! That was great, you did great babe.” He walked up behind you, slightly stumbling over his own feet as he mumbled curse words to invisible hurdles on the ground. 

“Thanks!” You used the chalk to rub the end of your cue, blowing it like it was the end of a revolver after shooting a bullet. 

That earned a chuckle from the critter, “Calm down babe, you’re still a beginner.”

“Oh yeah? I bet I can beat you this round.” With an eyebrow raised, you challenged him as you raised your pool cue to his chest.

“What are you willing to bet? I’m all ears dude.” Crossing his arms, he raised his own brow as he leaned against the pool table.

“How about buying the next round of drinks?”

His smile grew as he let out another chuckle, “Fuck yeah, let's do it.”  

The two hours quickly passed, and multiple rounds of pool and drinks had been consumed between the two of you as you both laughed loudly over your now-drunken pool skills. 

The time for the pool table was over so you and Charlie were walking to the bus stop, bumping into each other as you tried to keep each other from not falling down. 

“Wait wait wait, I won babe! You- You lost, I swear to God!” His arm was wrapped around you as he struggled to keep you up.

You chuckled as you held onto him, your cheeks flushed when you spoke, “Nooo, I won! You messed up at the end remember, it was three to two!”

“Yeah, three for me and two for you!” You two eventually made it to the bus stop bench, laying your head on his shoulder which eventually slid down to his chest.

You struggled to keep your eyes open, giggling to yourself when you thought about the events that just unfolded. 

You felt his arm wrap around you, pulling you closer, “Tired?”

You hummed in response, earning a small laugh from him.

“Yeah, same. I’ll wake you up when the bus gets here, ok?” 

“Mmm, ok.” You responded, letting slumber take over your body as you listened to Charlie’s heartbeat to lull you to sleep.

[yourimagines]

I saw you write about UFC fighters could you do sfw and nsfw alphabet for Khamzat? I'm looking everywhere for Khamzat, but low key no one writes about him. I think he deserves some love too

of course he does, I'll start with a SFW one.

What he likes about you fluff

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: Fluff

A = Admiration, what he absolutely adore about you: he adores that you love his family and friends, your always trying to understand them and even trying to speak their language. It really makes him proud to have a girlfriend like you.

B = Body, what is his favorite part of your body: your soft hands, the way they fit perfectly in his hands and that they are so small and soft makes him all protective over you.

C = Cuddling, how he likes to cuddle: he’s the big spoon, his arms wrapped over your shoulders, loosely wrapped around your neck as you snuggle your head against his arms.

D = Dates, what his ideal date with you would look like: Staying at home, surprising you with gifts as you cook some dinner. He’s always trying to you help you out but he’s not very good at it, he just makes sure the table is set and your gift beautifully wrapped up.

E = Emotions, how he express his emotions around you: He tries to tell you about what’s going on in his life but mostly he bottles his emotions away, causing him to burst everything out at the same time.

F = Family, does he want one? If he does, when: he wants to marry you, live together and have a big family together. He wants it now but he waits for you to be ready for the next steps in life but when you are ready….

G = Gifts, how he feels about gift giving? What is his habit when it comes to this: he brings you flowers, sends you flowers. Buys everything you like, gifting everything you want. Sometimes he treats you by giving his card when you go out shopping.

H = Holding Hands, when/how he likes to hold hands: he likes to hold you in the old school way but behind closed doors, your not married yet and wants to respect you but when you are married he will hold hands in public, sometimes fingers twined together.

I = Injury, how he would act if you got hurt: he gets angry and worried. He yells mostly in Russian and will knock somebody out if they don’t help you/him. He will pace around and thinks how stupid he is for letting this happen to you.

J = Jokes, does he likes to joke around with or prank you and how: yes but not in public places, he respects you and doesn’t like to embarrass you in front of others. The pranks you pull on each other are not mega but they are funny.

K = Kisses, how he likes to kiss you: Slow with you on his lap so he can hold you by your waist, he loves to take it slow, to show you how much he loves you.

L = Love, how he shows you he loves you: buying gifts, driving you around, respecting you and making sure you know that, buying you flowers and all ways taking care of you. He also loves to kiss you and hold you in his arms.

M = Memory, favourite memory together: going to your first live fight night, he brought the best tickets and made sure you loved it, he got you some drinks and snacks. He made sure you met some of the fighters and took you out for food/dinner afterwards.

N = Nightmare, what is his worst fear: Someone hurting you, like seriously hurting you.

O = Oddity, what is one quirk he haves: He’s silly with you, he likes to make these weird food combinations and watch cartoons with you.

P = Pet Names, what he likes to call you: Babe and honey

Q = Quality Time, how he likes to spend time with you: at home, watching some tv, training together in his home gym, going for a walk or swim, doing anything you want.

R = Rhythm, what song reminds you of him: that one song everyone puts under their Khamzat edits, when you hear that one, you think immediately about him.

S = Secrets, how open is he with you: he’s open with you, he shares his secrets because he trusts you.

T = Time, how long did it take you to get together: it took two months for him to properly asked you to be his.

U = Upset, how does he acts when you’re upset: angry, he will get angry and afterwards he’s the person who apologise and tries to make it up with you.

V = Vaunt, what is he proud of, Does he likes to show you off: He doesn’t really like to show you off like a prize but he loves to bring you around his family, showing them your good to him and that he’s good for you.

W = Warrior, how would he feel about you fighting? Would he fight for you: he would fight everybody (smash everybody). Nobody is talking crap about you, he will make sure of that.

X = X-Ray, how well can he read you: He doesn’t see everything, he will see the basic things and knows when your not feeling well but that’s it, he doesn’t really know when your giving him these small hints.

Y = Yes, how would he propose to you: somewhere private, probably in a fancy hotel on a balcony.

Z = Zen, what makes him feel calm: chilling around, your hands touching his back. After a good fight or training.

[viviettezheart]

{3} Ghost - Yato

Note! Smut, ghost!fem!reader, blowjob, not proofread…

★👻

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: a god meets a ghost…what could possibly go wrong. One cannot die the other one is already dead…

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: sorry for not being on time with the dates i was like really motivated but now i kinda lost motivation to write…

👻★

Laying on your own grave in the cemetery was a weird feeling. You’re only 22 years old but died last year unfortunately because of a drunk truck driver who hit you as you were walking across the pedestrian path. The last thing you saw was your best friend waiting on the other side for you.

Its been now a year but no one visits your grave, not even your parents nor your best friend who saw you die in front of her eyes.

It made you sad as you saw all the other graves being visited from the family members while you visit your own grave in your ghost body. As you were laying there with your eyes closed until suddenly you felt the sun disappear…weird so you open your eyes only to be meet with a pair of ocean blue eyes. “Wa-Who are you?!” You asked, eyes widen as you noticed he could see you.

A human? Seeing a ghost? I don’t thinks so. “Or what are you?…”

“Name’s Yato!” He said enthusiastically with a big grin and hold his hand out for you. Does he not realize you’re a ghost. Ghosts can’t teach human but as you streched out your hand to shake it, you’re hand didn’t seep through it. “Are you human? Or also a ghost?” “No sweetheart i’m a god!” “A god?! “yes a god!” “…Oh god am i dreaming?” “Nope its all real…” “what is a god like you doing here at this cemetery?…” “your friend Maria prayed to me so i thought i could meet you in person and tell you her prayers!” The god spoke almost happily. How could he be so happy. Does he do things like that all the time…so many questions began to pop up in your head but you brushed them aside.

“What did she say?…” you gulped and looked up at him. “Dear y/n i hope you forgive me for that i couldn’t visit you…i deeply apologize and i miss you…i wish i could talk to you in person again…” He quoted. Tears began to escape your empty and hurt eyes. The god’s happy façade faded into a soft and empathetic expression. Thumb sliding along your lips as you turned your gaze away from the other graves and into his blue eyes.

“Don’t cry name your to pretty to cry…” yato bends down and smashes his soft lips against your cold ones. It took you by surprise as you hesitated to kiss him back but you felt like you could trust him so you kissed him back. It didn’t take long for him to pick you up and walk you bride style into his shrine…where you then meet Yukine.

Its been months now since you meet the god yato and his shinki Yukine. You three are basically like best friends except for the fact that yato and you are a thing. Yukine knows it but pretends to not know it. You were sitting with yukine at yato’s old shrine at the table on the floor when the door suddenly got slammed open making you two shriek. “Hello my two favorite people!” He said enthusiastically like always but this time it made you giggle. You actually found some people who visit you by being by your side 24/7.

You three have been sitting on the floor for a while now, watching a movie on the small tv that he found on the streets. It was a boring rom-com where you can’t really tell who loves who so when Yukine has fallen asleep with his head on the small desk on the floor you both decide it was a good idea to have some intimacy.

Quietly you sat yourself on his lap, facing him while wrapping your arms around his neck. One of his arms sneaked itself around your waist while the other one held your your underthigh as you were only hovering over his lap instead of fully straddling him. Sliding your hands down his torso to meet his crotch only to feel him already getting hard from nothing, you were only looking into his eyes but you guess your looks are this seductive to get him hard without even having to kiss or touch each other.

Yato began to blush a bit as you slide your body down while also sliding his pants with his boxers down. Freeing his hard cock. Your eyes widen a bit at the sight, licking your pink lips and stroking his dick. Yatos head falls back. Blue eyes staring at the run down ceiling but once you put your mouth on it his head falls forward, staring down at your innocent smiling face staring up at him. Yukine was still sleeping head down, deep in his slumber.

The tip of your tongue grazed his pink tip, licking the pre cum away and using is as lub for your hands to stroke the rest of his cock which wasn’t in your mouth. Moaning with him as yato whimpers almost whines as his hups buck up to meet your up and down bobbing head.

After a few minutes of him grabbing your hair and pushing your head up and down…helping you. Yato came inside your mouth and being the innocent girl you were you looked up at him again while opening your mouth, showing him the white cum his white cum just sitting in your tongue waiting to be swallowed which you did after giggling when yato blushed again…

“Thanks for the meal…” you kissed yatos lips as yukine slowly woke up at the same time as the movie ended.

[chalterdh22]

Day 5: Winter Soldier in I’m Not Ticklish

Lee: Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier)

Ler: Y/N

Summary:  Bucky Barnes is having issues with his metal arm and being embarrassed by it.  You want to show him affection throughout his whole body, but he’s having a hard time letting you.  So, you do it your way, rather he admits it or not!

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read.  Mostly fluffy.

Bucky and you have been seeing each other for a few months now.  It hasn’t gone on the status of super intimate, but that’s mostly because he was afraid of physically hurting you.  But then again, you weren’t the typical lovey, dovey type either.  You were a tom boy growing up and had older brothers, so you had to be able to fend for yourself.

Still, you would every now and then want him to be intimate with you.  You would show him this by leaning on his arm while watching a movie.  He would drape his real arm around you.  He did very little his metal arm though, almost like he was embarrassed by it.

One evening, he was on the couch watching a comedy show.  Instead of taking your normal place on his right side, you squeezed in on his left.  He stiffened up a little bit as you put his metal arm around your shoulders.  You looked over at him smiling, seeing a deadpan face, that made you sad.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s just….. nothing.”  Well, obviously you didn’t buy that for one second.

“Is it because I’m not holding on to your real arm or something?”

“Yeah, it’s just, I get more feeling from my real arm is all.” He shrugged and went back to watching the show.

“So, you have more feeling on your right side?”

“I guess.”  For some reason this sparked an image.  He didn’t say he had more feeling with his right arm, he said side.

“So, can you feel me do this?” I asked as I stroked his metal bicep.

“Yeah, but it’s not the same feeling as if it were my right.”

“But you can feel this?”  He nodded his head yes, still looking at the tv.  He seemed to be loosening up a little.  Not so stiff as he first was.  “What about this?”  I traced my fingers under his metal arm.  He simply nodded he could feel it. 

I looked at his left side, and his shirt had a little hole in it where his armpit was.  I couldn’t tell though if it was real skin or still apart of the metal contraption.  He had never taken it on or off in front of me either, so I really didn’t know where it started and ended.  Still, no time like the present to investigate.

“It’s kind of nice though, not having much feeling on the one side.  It would help with any pain or discomfort someone was trying to cause you.”

“Sure.”  He agreed, still watching tv.  By this time though, his should were completely relaxed with his fake arm around me.  I shifted in my seat a bit, and took a finger and slowly, stealth like, or at least I thought I was being, stuck it through the hole in his shirt.  “What are you doing?” He turned to me with a small grin, which made my heart melt.

“You have a tiny hole in your shirt.”  I pointed out.

“And the 6-year-old in you wants to poke it and make it bigger?”  he asked, teasingly. 

“Yup.”  He shook his head a let out a small giggle, looking back at the tv.  He still had a small smile on his face.  I put my finger in the hole again, except further and felt the seam of real and metal.  I got no reaction though.

So, I traveled my finger down towards his real skin and boy did he feel that!  He flinched and flattened his arm to his side, removing it from my shoulder.  I was grinning watching him as he tried to figure out what to say or do.

“What?” I asked sweetly.  “I thought you couldn’t feel well on your left side.”  He cleared his throat, trying to be more serious.

“I can feel a little, just not that much.”

“Oh.” I took his arm in my on hand and pulled it on my lap to rest it, while my hand that was closest to him tripped up his side where his ribs were showing through his tight fitted shirt. 

“He-ey!  What are you doing?”  He jumped away from me.

“I’m just trying to see where you are and aren’t sensitive is all.”  Again, acting really sweet and innocent about the whole thing.  He knew though, where this was going.  I couldn’t tell though if he actually like it or not.  “Do you want me to switch sides?”

“No, it’s fine.  I guess I’m a little more sensitive than I remember.

“That’s one word for it.” I smiled.

“What?”

“You’re ticklish!”  I all but yelled at him.

“No, I’m not!”  He said, in a cocky way, looking away from me again.

“Prove it!” I was now turned directly to him on the couch.

“Will you let it go then?”

“I will try.  Come on!  It’s not everyday I see a good laugh out of you!  Let me have these few minutes, puh-leeease!”

“You are such a child.”  He said, shaking his head briefly.

After he said that, I went in and started massaging his ribs with a few of my fingers.  He totally flinched, tried to pin his arm on my hand, but I could tell he didn’t want to hurt me, because it would inevitably crush my hand.  So, then I swooped my other hand right on his hip bone and squeezed.  That got him to jump up to a full standing position, staring right down at me with a huge smile.

“What?”  I looked up at him with big eyes, patiently.

“Your turn now!”  Oh, no…..

[bethbluebell]

bats and gates [ s. harrington ] part 1

steve harrington x fem!reader

summary; you’re dustin’s sister and since the beginning you were kept in the dark about the upside down until you’re thrown into the depths of said ‘watergate’ and face the dangers that await on the other side

(ongoing series)

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“As many of you know, the Roane County line received a call a little after midnight…” You peek at the corner of your eye to see your mother trembling at the news, “…reporting a homicide here at the lake.” You look down at your lap lightly shaking your head holding your breath, there has been so much tragedy in Hawkins and you’re not sure if you’ll ever truly feel safe living here again, not after the devastatingly frequent deaths targeting the high school students.

“Officer Callanhan here and myself arrived first on the scene. We made our way to the shore of Lover’s Lake, about ten yards from that house you see behind me.” Without saying a word, you shifted along the sofa and gently took your mothers hands in yours. Your brother never really seemed phased by the events in Hawkins. Yes, he was upset but it never stopped him from picking up from where he left off.   You had always gave Dustin his freedom and never nagged him for staying out too late. You have even covered for him on a few small occasions but you knew you had to tighten the reins at some point, “It was there that we found the victim, an 18-year-old senior from Hawkins High, Patrick Mckinney.” You felt your mom squeeze you hand as the name was revealed, your heart hurt for Dustin and his friends as they had most likely seen this boy around school. Three deaths in such a small amount of time, you wondered why you had only seen the severity of the situation until now.   As you attempted to listen to all the thoughts in your head, your mother gently rubbed your arm snapping you back to reality, “We have also identified a person of interest.” Your eyes snapped back to the TV in desperation to find a person to blame, to keep Dustin away from.   “Eddie Munson.”   Your blood ran cold. Eddie? As in the guy that is the leader of the club Dustin was in, Eddie?   As if it was a reflex, your body shot up from the sofa and scanned the living room for your car keys. If it was Eddie, there is a high chance Dustin could be next or even other possible scenarios you don’t even want to think about.   Not seeing your keys in the living room you raced towards your bedroom which was positioned opposite to Dustin’s until you heard static.   “…Where are you?” You heard Dustin’s slightly distorted voice come from inside his room.   You stopped in your tracks and turned around to investigate until it felt as if your heart was in your mouth at the sound of the other voice that came from the spare walkie-talkie, “Skull Rock. Do you know it?”   Eddie Munson. That fucker has got another thing coming if he thinks he’s going anywhere near Dustin. After tearing your whole room apart you managed to find your keys and get on the road.   You skidded as you parked just outside the dreary forest and ventured in on foot. You were quite impressed at how quick you were able to slip through without falling on your face until faint voices up ahead automatically slowed down your pace.   “Dustin!” You shouted as his figure came into view, you ran and enveloped him into a hug causing him to push against you in embarrassment. As you looked around at the crowd before you, you quickly shoved Dustin behind you and pointed at Eddie, “You!” Eddie held his hands up and looked at the others for help. “You stay away from my brother and his friends! Max, Lucas, get over here!” Reluctantly, they both made their way behind you as Dustin shakes your arm begging you to stop.   “(Y/N)..” Steve piped up trying you calm you down as he stepped in front of a very alarmed Eddie.   Taking your eyes off Eddie you look over at Steve in disappointment, “Have you not watched the news? He’s the main suspect for all these killings for Christ sake!”   “I know it looks bad.” Steve admitted earning a scoff from you.   It felt as if they were treating you as the crazy one and it was getting you more riled up by the second, “Bad? Bad! The whole of Hawkins thinks Eddie’s either a serial killer or doing Satan’s dirty work!” You exclaimed throwing your hands in the air.   Handling you like a skittish animal, Steve slowly approached you, his eyes never leaving yours, “Please (y/n), if you come over here we can explain everything.” You took a deep breath and looked back at the three teenagers since Dustin finally decided to let Steve take charge on attempting to reason with you.   “You know what, sure. I’ll play along for now.” You march over to Steve, not failing to observe Nancy, Robin and most noticeably Eddie all take a sign of relief.   You all huddled together in a little circle as they gave you a short but sweet explanation of the upside down, Vecna and the most alarming part, the curse. You began ranting and raving about how stupid do they think you are and even forced Robin to look you in the eyes and tell you that this wasn’t all a lie, to which you were rudely cut off by Dustin yelling about his compass and some gate that’s messing with it.   Only because you want to believe that the person your brother has been hanging out with is not a serial killer, you decide to join the group and if in some twisted way it was all a lie, you can at least grab Dustin and make a quick getaway.   Strolling alongside Steve, following the rest of the group you decided to pipe up, “The only reason I am giving you the benefit of the doubt is because I know full well if this story was bullshit, Max and Nancy would most definitely not be entertaining this. Especially something as serious as…” You leaned in close to Steve, covering your mouth with the back of your hand as your eyes scoped out the area, “…murder.”   Steve looked at you almost offended, stopping in his tracks placing his hands on his hips, “Oh, and you think I would?” You darted your eyes away from his gaze, lightly scratching your neck.   “In the nicest way possible?” You grinned at him, causing Steve to let out a laugh muttering a quiet ‘unbelievable’ under his breath, “Hey, considering half of you guys have known about this for god knows how long, I should feel like the biggest idiot.”   Steve looked over at you hesitantly, “You’re not upset about it are you? About not knowing.”   “I don’t know, a bit of me is hurt that you didn’t trust me enough tell me. Would’ve been nice to have at least a heads up if it is as dangerous as you all say it is.” You explain lightly kicking the rocks beneath your feet, “I mean what if it was somehow Dustin instead of Billy? I wouldn’t have even had the chance to protect him. Just sucks in all honesty.” You leaned back trying to prevent the newly formed tears from escaping which became even harder when you felt Steve wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you into the side of his chest.   You both began walking in silence as you clung onto him, trying to discreetly wipe the tears that eventually travelled down your face, “It wasn’t anything to do with trusting you (y/n) because I have known you for most of my life. The decision to keep you in the dark was more me if I’m being honest.” You so desperately wanted to act calm and collected but you were hanging off his every word.   “I could see what you were willing to sacrifice for Dustin and he could too. You have had so much opportunity, so much going for you in school and I thought if I took that role for you, looking after Dustin with this upside down situation then I’d be ultimately helping you too.” Steve pleaded his case. After a few seconds of silence Steve sighed and gently circled your arm with his thumb, “I really don’t want you to feel betrayed by all of this (y/n), I-we all had your best interests at heart.”   His short speech made your heart quicken at Steve’s sickly sweet words and how he had thought about you during all of this, “Damn, you have still got it Harrington, I was getting scared you were losing that charm of yours.” You laughed patting his back as you reluctantly peeled yourself off the side of him. You had always tried to bury the jittery feeling you felt when you were in the proximity of Steve. A lot of this had to do with Dustin telling you how obvious it was that Steve still wasn’t over Nancy and that it was getting ‘painful to watch’ were his exact words.   “Still got it?” You heard Steve whisper until he let out a massive groan, “Oh, God. Dustin’s been telling you things hasn’t he?” You smirked as you looked over at his panicked face.   “Erm, of course. Hearing all about Steve Harrington’s dating life is like the highlight of my week.” Steve’s eyes widened as he dragged his hand over his face.   “He is so dead.”   Arriving at the lake you all managed to keep the kids off the boat and begin the search. You were fairly laidback about the whole thing, not expecting the story to actually be true. You rubbed your palms against your jeans flashing Steve and Nancy a few awkward smiles in the process as your trick to gain some warmth did fuck all. You were lodged in-between them both feeling like a third wheel due to their past romantic history.   Soon enough as you got further into the lake you noticed the compass spinning abnormally fast along with Nancy, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down. Slow down, guys.” Nancy lifted off her seat tapping Eddie’s shoulder. You couldn’t peel your eyes away from the compass, not believing what your eyes were showing you.   You were snapped out of your thoughts due to everyone gathering close together to view the compass, “Whoa.” Steve gasped leaning over you with his flashlight. You could vaguely hear Dustin coming through the walkie talkie as Robin was quick to explain the situation.   You looked to your left as Steve was elbowing you and his movements becoming more frantic by the second, “Hey, what are you- “ You watched as his shoes hit the bottom of the boat and held his arm to stop him, “Why are you taking your clothes off?” You blurted out in concern, trying to prevent the red tint from showing in your cheeks.   Steve continued to shuffle around in his seat as you all stared at him, “Somebody’s got to go down and check this out.” Steve explained between breaths.   You sat back and massaged your forehead with your fingers, “Steve, what are you talking about.”   “Hey, unless one of you four can top being a Hawkin’s High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then it’s gotta be me.”   “No complaints, all right?”   You scoffed and shook your head, “Yes, I have a complaint.” Steve’s eyes locked with yours as if he was pleading for you to keep your mouth shut because he could just predict your next words, “First off, I helped you get picked for co-caption because I couldn’t take the position due to having no time for it and then having to quit the team because I had opportunities to enter swimming competitions outside of Hawkins.” Steve rolled his eyes but continued to listen to your rant, seeing Robin smirk from the corner of your eye, “Secondly, my part-time job was literally a lifeguard and Steve you can’t even say you don’t remember me storming into scoops complaining about how infuriating Billy was to train up, so please don’t sit there with your bare feet exposed to all of us and tell me that you are more qualified at diving into this lake,” You huffed staring dead into his eyes. You saw Steve glance at his feet and back at you.   He took a short pause before looking away once again, “Not happening (y/n), besides you don’t even know what you’re looking for.” Steve stated, rising from his seat.   “Hey, I’m not complaining, I do not want to go down there.” Eddie added in, looking down at the water.   You abruptly stood up as well causing the small boat to rock, “I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to locate a gate that leads to another dimension, Steve.” You whisper-yelled as he pulled his shirt over his head, “I’m not saying you’re incapable of doing this it’s just a part of me needs to see this for myself.”   “And I am definitely a tiny bit more qualified.” You said teasingly causing Steve to scoff and look away.   Taking that as a go ahead you began slipping off your shoes and taking the bag covered flashlight from Eddie.   You felt Steve’s hand firmly on your shoulder. “Seriously be careful, I don’t want to have to rescue Hawkin’s best swimmer and ruin your rep.” You smirked and lightly placed your hand over his.   “Have faith in me & my medals, Steve.” He smiled softly back at you, stepping back as you took a deep breath.   With perfect form you dived into the lake and navigated the bottom using the gleam from the flashlight. You began to squint at the scattered fish bones coming into view until animalistic groans were echoing throughout the water which caused your whole body to freeze and focus. It was possible that your mind was playing tricks on you with the sounds but most definitely not with the red glow. You swam closer revealing the eye shaped hole before you, you were floating just above it admiring how surreal it was.   As if you were in a trance you held out your hand to the middle of the gate and steadily stretched out closer. Nearly dropping your flashlight, your reflexes pulled you back as bubbles escaped from your mouth. A snake-like shadow made quick movement on the other side as if it had been awakened.   You took this as the perfect sign to retreat and quickly swam upwards from the lake.   Emerging from the water, you took a large gasp, pushing the wet hair from your face, “I found it.” You managed to get out, splashing in the water from shock.   The others made their way to the edge of the boat, almost tipping it over, “You found it?”   “Yes, I most definitely did.” You gasped, panting as you wrapped your arms around the edge of the boat.   Gleefully, Robin lifted the radio, “Dustin, you are a goddamn Einstein. (Y/N) found the gate.” You felt Steve’s hand over yours, firmly keeping you above the water.   You looked up at him and grinned, “I am never doubting you guys again.” Nancy let out a light laugh as Steve looked down at you fondly.   You began to lift yourself against the side of the boat until something roughly yanked you underneath the water causing you to slip from Steve’s grasp. You managed to pull yourself up for a short amount of time, reading the confusion on everyone’s faces until its grip became so tight around your ankle you knew you would just have to hold your breath and brace yourself.   The darkness engulfed you as you kicked at whatever was dragging you down, you cursed to yourself as you noticed you let go of your flashlight due to the shock of being pulled under. Fear washing over your face as you looked down, realising where you were headed.   It was as if you had awoken in a nightmare when you passed through the gate. You sat up in shock as you gasped for air, feeling your wet clothes stick to your skin. You were blinking frantically trying to clear the water from your eyes as your surroundings sounded eerily quiet.   You felt dazed as you turned your head to look around, your heart feeling as if it was going to burst out of your chest as you viewed the deserted space before you. Your head shot towards the gate as you picked yourself up in a hurry feeling the soreness of your ankle, “Not good..” You whispered looking down at the gate, tilting your head to get a better view until a faint squawk could be heard behind you.   You whipped your head around as a bat-like creature closed in on you, swooping down in haste managing to scratch the side of your arm with its wing brushing past your cheek. You turned to keep track of the bat when a thick, spikelike pressure drove into your lower leg. You reached out beside you and grabbed onto the tentacle like tail, summoning all your strength to rip it off you. You threw it on the ground with a well-deserved thud and hunched over, catching your breath as the fresh wound ramped up all the way to searing, blinding agony faster than you could blink.   The creatures gave you no time to adjust as two more latched themselves onto your torso. You were already screaming before but now it’s different. You collapsed onto the ground unable to cater to the pain and when you attempted to get up, your legs wouldn’t move. You didn’t know where you were. All you know is that you’re alone and probably going to die. All you could hear was your own light cries and the monsters gnawing at your flesh.   Your eyes were closed, and it was a bit like you were dreaming. The lack of oxygen and the pain of the bats piercing your skin was enough to make you lightheaded and on the brink of passing out. As much as you didn’t want to die, you mentally prepared yourself with what energy you had left. You could see you vision blurring and your grip on the bat loosening. Your cries faded out as you succumbed to your injuries and let your head fall, smacking against the ground, blacking out.

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You stirred as your body felt stiff, forcing your heavy eyelids to squint as you felt movement around your upper left arm. You struggled to twist your body as your back was propped up against a large rock with minimal shelter.   You noticed your surroundings get significantly darker as you widened your eyes more. There they all were. Steve, Nancy, Robin and Eddie all huddled above you looking scared shitless.   Steve combed a hand through his hair muttering a ‘thank god’ as you flashed them a small smile.   “Do I look like shit because I feel like it.” You let out a pained laugh, this tiny jostle sending ripples of pain throughout your shoulders, back and neck.   Nancy gently leaned you backwards onto the rock and sent a pitiful look your way, “I have bandaged you up the best I could but your injuries are bad (y/n), we need to get you to a doctor.” You pouted and breathed in, your ribs aching at the pressure.   “Thanks Nancy.” She smiled back at you placing her hands on her knees and lifting herself off the ground.   Eddie and Steve both positioned at each side of your body crouching, wrapping their arm underneath yours. You screwed your eyes shut, “Go ahead, I’m fine, I’m fine.” You mumbled absentmindedly. In the most cautious way possible, both boys pulled you off the ground and steadied you.   Steve rested his hand on your upper back and pulled you aside away from the others, his voice laced with concern, “This is exactly why I said for you not to go down there,” Steve whispered angrily, you screwed your eyes shut, biting the corner of your mouth. The dull throb that plagued your head made it so difficult for you to concentrate on Steve’s little rant, “I can’t believe you would be so stupid and put yourself in danger like that.”   “Steve, what’s done is done, let’s please not make it an issue.” You stated adamantly, Steve looked up in frustration and placed his hands on his hips.   “It already is an issue, you don’t know this place like I do. What if the gate closed behind you, hm- what then! You were practically being eaten alive out there.” You slowly nodded, barely even listening. You leaned against the rock you were both huddled close to, your right hand stretching out towards it for stability.   “I mean God, (y/n), look at you.”   You gritted your teeth as you pushed yourself off the rock, “Yes, Steve look at me.” You adjusted your footing and motioned to your battered form, “I made a mistake. I. Fucked. Up.”   “Seriously give me a break, or better yet you should’ve just left me down here to die if it was such an inconvenience for you.” You didn’t mean to sound so bitter but the quick flash of hurt that covered Steve’s face was enough to make you realise you didn’t mean those words so why did you say them? You were grateful, so fucking grateful for them but the pain was making you agitated and all you craved was a bit of space.   “What?” Steve blurted out flatly, all anger stripped from his words.   You bit your bottom lip and glanced down at the dried mud on your jeans, preparing to do some quick damage control, “I-I know, I should have listened but I never thought it would have dragged me through.” You didn't know where to put your hands at that moment, you wanted to go backwards, but his eyes were clouded as he stared unseeingly. You seemed nailed in place. You couldn't move. The only pain you felt at this moment was the ache from your heart.   Yes, you have seen Steve hurt before but it has never been directed towards you.   Steve fidgeted as if he had just snapped back from daydreaming, “We should go." Steve said sharply, It was awkward as he brushed passed you, you sighed in defeat as you followed quietly behind.   “Steve..” It took so much energy to keep your tears at bay and your voice not to break at that very moment.   Steve stopped in place and stared back at you followed by everyone else. His eyes were glued onto your fresh bruises and wounds, you quickly caught onto his gaze and lifted your hands to hold yourself, a desperate attempt at covering the wounds that weren’t bandaged.   You couldn’t even look at him anymore, your body was reaching out to him but you couldn’t find the words. Steve shook his head and carried on walking, you all followed after him but you noticed how fast he was walking practically running away from you.   You held back from the group, looking down at your cut up fingers and swollen palms as you followed their voices at virtually snail pace.   The crunch of leaves next to you barely took you out of your trance but it wasn’t difficult to figure out who was now beside you, the chunky, silver rings that decorated his fingers gave that away.   “I know you don’t really know me, I mean I’ve heard a lot about you from Dustin but we have never really talked.” You side eyed him, keeping your head directed at your hands.   “I mean no offence but you are like intimidating as in, you don’t fit into a clique but you still manage to make it work, be popular and achieve cool things. But what did surprise me was you never seem to make it easy for yourself.” You raised an eyebrow at him in confusion, was this like Eddie’s last words to you just in case you bled out. You thought Nancy did a good job with her makeshift bandages but maybe Eddie wasn’t so optimistic.   “Like today, as soon as you heard Dustin could be in danger you tracked both of us down. But even when you had Dustin, you could have just left and reported me to the cops but you heard us out and even jumped into the lake.”   “Basically what I am trying to say is thank you” Eddie admits, looking at the dim path ahead.   After a comforting silence Eddie snaps his head back to you, “I am also trying to butter you up so you don’t track me down again because that was pretty terrifying” Eddie spluttered out quickly.   You gave him an apologetic look and shook your head lightly in embarrassment, “I mean the cops are one thing but a protective older sibling..” Eddie trailed off leaning closer to your ear.   Your body shivered as he cupped the outer part of your ear with his palm and whispered, “I almost shit my pants..”   You let out an amused laugh as Eddie sheepishly grins down at you his cheeks tinted red. Even though letting out your laughter felt so refreshing, you quickly slapped your hand over your mouth taking into account where you were.   You noticed Steve’s smile fade as he glanced back at you and Eddie walking closely beside each other, giggling.   As your eyes made contact with his, he quickly snapped back to reality and focused on whatever Robin was rambling about, most likely about you having rabies from all those bat bites.   "So, you and Harrington?" Eddie asks, his face expectant and waiting.   You peer up at him, your face blank, “What?”   “Well, it only makes the most sense.” he continues, tilting his head sideways, bending down slightly to look at you, “You brother idolises him and Steve most definitely feels some type of way about you.”   You shake your head at him, folding your arms across your chest, “No, no way, what are you getting at Munson?”   “As far as I’m aware,” Eddie lightly lifts your chin up, scanning your eyes, “You’re not blind and a person cannot be that oblivious.” Eddie continues, with plenty of emphasis on ‘that’.   You look away, brushing him off, “Well you’d be the first who thinks that.”   He paused, trudging alongside you for a while. You noticed him kicking the pebbles along the path, fidgeting, knocking into you a few times.   “When you got dragged under,” Eddie piped up, taking a deep breath, “I was too ashamed to be the one who stayed behind.” He admitted, “I am just so use to running away from things, but Harrington right there, he didn’t waste a second.” Your eyes lit up, widening at the revelation.   “Not one second.”   You were like a child listening to their favourite bedtime story, “He just dove right in.”   “Now, I don’t know what just happened between you two, but if I were you, I would fix it. ‘Cause that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen.”   You stared at him, dumbfounded. You didn’t doubt that Steve would have been the first one to come after you but just hearing it, how he didn’t hesitate when he saw you in danger. It lit a fire within you.   You looked at Steve as he walked in between Nancy and Robin. Your smile grew, staring at him fondly. You had always had some feelings towards Steve but you managed to push them aside due to always second guessing if Steve just wanted a friendship considering how hung up he was on Nancy, or so you thought.   “I’m going to do it.” You said sternly, picking up the pace, your injuries failing to hold you back, “Err, do what exactly?” Eddie questioned matching your pace.   “I’m going to fix this, I don’t know why I held myself back for this long.” You lightly patted his chest, “I can’t thank you eno-!” A sudden, rapid shaking of the ground knocked you off your feet and into Eddie. “-Shit!” You tumbled on top of him, Eddie wrapping his arms around you cushioning the blow. The side of your face was squished against him, his heart hammering in his chest.   “Here we go again!” Eddie yelled, cradling your head as you clung onto him, trying to get a look at the others. They weren’t as compromised as you two were but it still managed to knock them about.   They were further ahead of you and becoming increasingly difficult to see, camouflaged by the smog. You heard the faint yelling of your name unable to pinpoint an exact location as the rumbling roared throughout the upside down.   “(Y/n), (y/n)!” You opened your eyes as quick as you closed them, Steve was standing above you both, gasping for breath. He peeled you off Eddie not even acknowledging him, checking your body over, “You okay?”   You gulped, looking down at Eddie who was now dusting himself off, “Yeah, yeah.” You were overwhelmed with everything and Steve could tell. From being dragged through a gate, eaten alive and now trapped in the upside down, you were exhausted.   You timidly stepped forward, closer to him. You couldn’t help it, you needed this. You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist and rested your head against his bare chest. His warmth and smell was intoxicating, you let out a quiet sigh as he returned the hug, resting his chin on the top of your head as he rubbed the back of it in a comforting motion.   “I’m sorry.” He whispered into your hair, holding you just a little bit tighter.   “I’m sorry, too.” You moved your head to look up at him as he looked down at you. You swear in that moment, you saw Steve in a whole different light. You found solace in each other.   As you both let go. He held onto your shoulders and glanced between you and Eddie.   “Let’s all stick together from now on.” You and Eddie both nodded simultaneously like two little kids.   Just like the walk to Lover’s Lake in Hawkin’s, you and Steve were strolling behind the others as you all made your way towards Nancy’s house. It was a comfortable silence but it never lasts long with Steve, “You and Eddie seemed pretty cosy back there.”   Your cheeks burn as you remember the ordeal. Sure, Eddie was great and was definitely not a murderer but Steve had your attention and occupied your mind more than you realised.   You waved your hand, dismissing him, “I more or less flattened him Steve.”   He let out a little laugh and gently elbowed your arm keeping your condition in mind, “Is that what we’re calling it nowadays?” He teased, winking over at you.   “Oh, whatever,” You rolled your eyes, returning a smile.   Trudging along beside them, you made it to Nancy’s house, infested with the vines that dragged you here. The whole upside down looked like a snake pit, the vines withering slow enough for you not to notice that they were alive, but you knew better.   Nancy surveyed the inside first, swooping her flashlight along the walls and floor. The dust particles becoming more prominent with the glow of the light as Nancy ventured in, pushing them aside.   You had to resist the urge to cover your mouth, not wanted to inhale any of it. You entered behind Robin, your eyes adjusting to the darkness that the house engulfed you in.   “Might be time to get a maid, Wheeler.” Robin commented pausing beside you, unwilling to step a foot further inside.   Nancy rolled her eyes, ushering them all up the stairs, you lagging behind like usual.   The air started to get much colder as multiple voices inaudibly echoed throughout the building. At first you thought it was just the side effects of the headache but that was until the voices got clearer and way too familiar.   You slowed down your pace as if you were in slow motion. Dustin’s speech was choppy but recognisable, echoing throughout the house like a ghost.   Your eyes shot upwards, following the echo of his voice, “Dustin?” You abruptly stopped at the first step of Nancy’s staircase. Shaking your head lightly, you held onto the handrail, “Uh, what the fuck is going on?”   “Hm?” Steve hummed shining the flashlight directly in your eyes, causing you to squint and block it out with your arm. “Shit- sorry.” He directed it to the ground, clumsily running back down the stairs and planting himself next to you.   “Hey, you feeling alright?” Steve asked, his hand on your shoulder.   You looked at him, narrowing your eyes, “I swear I just heard Dustin.” Steve’s eyes largened, looking away from you. You went to speak when he held one finger up to your face and the other to his lips.   Steve and you were froze like this for a couple of seconds until he muttered a ‘holy shit’ under his breath.   As if confirmation that he heard it too, he jumped off the last step and leaned towards the kitchen. “I hear him.” He confirmed. You scanned the area as you made your way over to Steve, “How can I hear that little shits voice?” Steve spun around, causing you to shock him out of his trance at the close proximity you found yourselves in.   He grinned down at you, frantically leaving your side as he yelled up at Nancy’s ceiling.   “Dustin! Dustin! Can you hear me?!” Steve flailed, it took every fibre in your body to not break out into laughter at how insane his whole outburst made him look.   Like clockwork, you heard numerous footsteps closing in on you from behind.   Nancy was the first one to come running over to you, her face plastered with concern, “What happened?” She asked glancing over at Steve.   Robin joined short after, equally as confused, “Steve’s trying to speak to Dustin, his voice is like echoing.” Both of them stood before you frozen, “Strange, I know, but I heard him too.”   Robin gasped, “Steve got bitten too, what if the symptoms are setting in!” She ruffled her hands through her hair in disbelief that her theory is becoming more than just a theory.   “(Y/N), I know this is hard-“ She consoled, holding her hand out to you.   You scrunched your eyebrows together in disbelief, “I-We, Robin, we do not have rabies!” You whisper-yelled, your eyes nearly bulging out of your head.   “You did lose a lot of blood, (Y/N)” Nancy added, her arms crossed.   “What?” You laughed in disbelief, “Steve, c’mon back me up here.” You looked back, gesturing towards him. Not helping your case, Steve was flailing about, muttering about him being ‘in the walls’.   You turned back to Nancy and Robin squeezing your eyes shut and took a deep breath, “I need to sit down.” You strolled over to Nancy’s rotten couch and softly slumped down, avoiding the chance to disturb any tentacles.   What if you were going mad?   “Dustin!” Nancy yelled, snapping you out of your ‘rest’. Eddie threw the curtains open as Robin began chiming in with the rest of them.   You slammed your hands on the seat and push yourself up, noticeably irritated, “All right, either my brother can’t hear us or he’s being a total douchebag.” You huffed, catching their attention, “Look, I don’t exactly find being another one of those demon bats chew-toy appealing, so unfortunately it looks like we are going to have to find another way.” You sighed at them, preparing to slump back down into the couch.   “Will found a way.” Nancy piped up.   “What?” Steve breathed out, lowering his flashlight.   “Will.” Nancy confirmed stepping back in a hurry, “He found a way to speak to Joyce through the lights.” You strolled over to the four of them, staring at Nancy as she began messing with the lights and abruptly flicking the switches.

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You leaned back on Nancy’s dresser letting the four of them figure out how to communicate back to Dustin. You were slowly regaining your strength, thankful for Nancy sacrificing her outfit for your sake. You would catch Steve glancing back at you from time to time, checking you were still awake and not getting dragged through another hole in the ground. You would always respond with a soft smile, feeling the tension in your body ease at Steve’s reassurance.   You could hear them getting more excited, elevating your spirits as you took a quick peek at the four of them huddled around a drawing board. In a way you were grateful for this whole situation as it solidified your feelings for Steve and unwillingly pushed them to the surface. You’ve never been one for relationships or romance. You were too focused on your training or competitions, but this felt right. You wanted this.   “Hey!” You blinked frantically being shook by your shoulders. Steve’s face came into view as you opened your eyes fully. His hands shifted to your face as soon as you met each other’s gaze, “You can’t do that, (Y/N).”   You scoffed, “What, I can’t rest my eyes?”   He sighed, “You can’t let your guard down.” Your playful demeanor faltered at the seriousness in his voice.   You nodded slowly, placing you hand over his, “Sorry.” You whispered, lightly rubbing your thumb over his knuckles, “I think I was hoping I’d wake up in my bed right about now.” You smiled, causing him to chuckle softly. You noticed the muscles in his shoulders relax as he loosened the grip on your face, melting into you touch.   You wondered if Steve noticed it too, the swift change in atmosphere whenever you locked eyes. You followed his eyes as they traveled away from yours and landed on your lips.   “Hey, guys!” You both turned your head in the direction of Nancy’s bedroom door and quickly released your hold on one another. Nancy had peered in the room staring back at you both, “We need to hurry, we don’t know how much time we have left.” You and Steve looked over to each other one last time quickly composing yourselves before following Nancy’s lead out the door.

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Steve was paralysed, his body working against him as his desire to move was no longer something he could control. Steve could only shift his eyes to view the warped reality he found himself in. The bodies of the two mangled teenagers before him, held up by the tentacles that swarmed the upside down.   From behind Chrissy, Vecna appeared into view, menacingly walking towards Steve. He dared to look around any further, his eyes glued to Vecna’s terrifying form.   “You really are as pathetic as humans can get.” Vecna’s monstrous tone grumbled, “You are pining for people that don’t want you, that never will want you.”   “Everyone around you is leaving you, for bigger, better things meanwhile your stuck in this tragic version of yourself, wallowing in self-pity as everyone leaves you behind.” He pulled Steve closer, “You really thought Nancy would ever love someone like you?”   “That (y/n) would ever look your way?” Vecna’s voice faded out, mockingly.   Vecna’s form vanished into dust as your form took his place, “You couldn’t protect me, you’re weak.” You glared at him, venom coating your words, “I don’t trust you, I could never trust you!” The colour of your eyes were muted, your face drained of colour. Vecna allowed Steve to regain control of his body feeding off his reaction.   “The only way you could possibly protect me and Dustin is to stay away from us.” You spat. Steve stumbled back slightly, the ache in his chest growing at your cruel words. In the back of his mind he knew it wasn’t you saying these things but seeing you, hearing you.   The words were like bullets and your mouth a gun.   “(Y/N).. I know this isn’t you.” Steve leaned out to hold you but as he did, you cried out in pain.   Blood began spilling from your arm where a deep cut had now formed. Steve flinched as he looked down at his own hands, did he do that? He looked back up at you, your expression scrunched up in agony.   Blood was spilling from your corner of your eyes, bat bites forming on your body before him, “You couldn’t protect her, you led her to me.” Vecna’s voice boomed. Your eyes locked together, your face now full of fear, eyes glassy from the freshly formed tears.   “Steve?” You squeaked.   Steve’s face softened slightly, thankful for your change in demeanour but this was short-lived as the floor began to open up behind you.   “(Y/N)!” Still holding eye contact with Steve, the tentacle wrapped itself around your ankle and threw you to the floor. It began dragging you across the rugged terrain, tightening against your skin.   Steve wasted no time running after you but it was impossible to match your pace. You were headed straight for a darker, more sinister looking gate that assembled ahead of him.   Just like Lover’s Lake.   Steve yelled your name as you yelled his. It was like a different type of torture for Steve to watch this happen a second time, being so out of reach.   And that was it, you disappeared through the gate. You whole body engulfed and dragged under. Steve forced his legs to keep going, the burning in his body fuelling his need to save you. His heart sunk as the gate came further into view, it wasn’t the standard gory looking gate.   It’s appearance was shaped like a pond, water filled to the rim. Vecna’s laugh boomed across the terrain as he taunted Steve with the memory of what happened at Lover’s Lake. He watched as the water bubbled, your screams coming from deep within the water.   “Fuck it.” Steve dived in after you, not a single care in his mind. Whether this was a dream or not, guilt radiated through him. His thoughts being plagued by the scene of your battered body laying lifeless in the upside down. The bats picking at your limbs, fresh blood painting the ground around them.   He could feel his brain splitting as the water cascaded around his body, pulling him under. His thoughts became distorted at what sensations were real and which ones were fabricated. That’s until his eyes shot open and it was just you. The only person he wanted to see at that point, staring back at him.

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Steve let out a pained gasp and collapsed backwards. You stumbled as you tried to prevent the fall, reaching out to Steve in haste.   “(Y/N), Is he okay?!” You heard Dustin yell from above. You looked up in panic, supporting Steve’s head as he laid lifeless on the trailer floor.   “I don’t know, I don’t know!” You shouted back up, brushing his hair out of his face, your fingers trembling. “Fuck Steve, what the hell is going on.” You whispered leaning down at his face, hiding your tears from the worried eyes above.   Your eyes shot open as you felt him fidget, which was then followed by a groan. Quickly, you wiped the tears escaping down your cheeks and gave him room to lean forward.   Dazed, he pulled himself up, with your help of course, “Steve, what the fuck, are you okay?” You blurted out in a quiet tone. His gaze landed on you, his eyes bloodshot.   “Yeah, yeah..” He murmured, lifting a hand up to his forehead. You looked up at the others, your face showing pure confusion.   Your eyes drifted to Steve’s once again, “Was it that Vecna guy?” You asked softly. He nodded, looking up at you. It felt different, as if he was staring through you, “What happened?” Steve briefly looked down, hesitating.   “He was there, saying things as if he was trying to dissect me.” You lightly touched his arm as a way of reassurance, “He was speaking about Nancy and then..” He paused, shaking his head, “I don’t know, it’s stupid. He’s just playing on my fears I think.” You took a deep breath and subtly pulled your hand away.   Your heart ached at the mention of Nancy, maybe you were being too naïve into thinking Steve could ever move on.   “Yeah, he’s probably just pissed off because we entered his sacred space and survived.” You joked, pushing yourself off the floor and helping Steve in the process.   You both looked up at the gate and sighed, “We aren’t out of here yet.” Steve commented tugging on the makeshift rope.   You rolled your torn up sleeves in anticipation, “Let’s not waste another second then.”

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part 2? lol of course I am looking at making a part 2! this was written at work when I had any free time, this has been in progress ever since season 4 was release D: hopefully the next chapter doesn’t take that long but unfortunately I cannot promise anything, thank you for reading <3

[ala2ilas-s]

Mason Mount

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Escape room

TW- scary escape room, fake blood, fake corpse..

“Seems like a good time to say I regret this let’s go back home right?” I chuckled nervously glancing at Mason while fidgeting with my sleeves. He giggled, his dimples popping out which made me smile a bit in spite of how nervous I was.

“Why? You scared?” He asked in a mocking tune causing me to roll my eyes playfully at him “am not” I scoffed looking at the window with a small smile. His hand on my thing squeezing lightly and keeping its position for the rest of the ride.

“Oo this was a big, big mistake” I said biting my lips when the guy running the place, Aaron, was telling us about the rules.

“No touching the actors, don’t touch the wires and obviously things with ‘don’t touch’ sign and if something is too heavy to move it’s not mean to be moved. Got it?” Aaron looked at us and we all nodded.

“You looking a bit pale there pal. You alright?” Jordan laughed at Jack who looked like he’d seen a ghost and to be fair he was starring at the bloodied skeleton decoration in the corner, or at least I hope it was just a decoration cause if that thing moved I’d be out in a blink of an eye.

“Piss off” jack said, not taking his eyes off the skeleton but still stepped behind phill who didn’t really do much to cover his massive form but I guess he could use him as a bait in some sort.

See, I stupidly, suggested that we should try out the new escape room in town which was horror themed. Me and Mason both loved horror movies, so we decided to give it a go and since we had to be a group larger than 5 we asked Jordan, Jack and phill to come with us.

“Right when you’re ready, take the blind folds off and begin” Aaron voice echoed through the speakers after he blindfolded us and told us to get in a line. Phill at the front, followed by Jack, Mason, me and Pickford. We were blindly guided in a room and with a loud thud the door was closed.

“Jordan I swear if you let go of me..” I said voice laced with fear, not even able to finish my sentence while still clinging onto mason’s back hiding my face.

“Should we take the blinds off?” Phill asked and I felt the others moving so I slowly moved one hand to take mine off before quickly clinging back onto Mason again.

Another loud thud and my yelp was lost between the other four’s loud screaming.

“Fucking hell..” Jack murmured and I slowly lifted my head, mason’s hand coming to pat my thigh as a sign that he was still with me before he very slowly turned, laughing quietly “I’ve got you”

“You can let go now Jordan” I laughed when I noticed Jordan’s hands were still on my shoulders, his body haunched over, looking around the room with terrified eyes. “Yeah no I’m good” he said quite serious while I just shook my head “you’re not gonna use me as a human shield right?” I asked him and he just hummed. While I was quiet unconvinced with his answered, I let it go because I didn’t mind having a giant shielding my back so no one could sneak up on me.

“Right look around for clues” phill said clapping his hands causing me to jump at the unexpected sound “don’t do that here you dickhead” I hissed, throwing my blindfold at my dumb brother.

“And you stop laughing at me mount” I grunted at Mason, who was trying to hold his laughter in but was failing miserably.

A few minutes in, each of us looking at different corners of the room trying to solve the riddles to get the hell out of that place and I always made sure that someone was in close distance with me in case something went wrong and I needed to cling onto them.

Speaking of which, suddenly the lights went out causing us to shout and jump to hug who we hopped was each other. A video started playing on the creepy old tv telling us the story of the haunted house we were in and how we should find a way out before our time’s up if we want to live.

The lights from the screen illuminating the room enough for me to notice an actor dressed as a nun, creeping behind my brother. “Phill..” I cried out my voice coming out as a weak whisper before I mustered up enough courage to take a step towards phill grabbing his shoulder and not taking off my eyes off the nun while he starred right into my eyes not even blinking and that caused me to freak out even more.

Phill frowned as his eyes snapped to me but his confusion turned into realisation rather quickly “don’t look back” I whispered, voice shaky.

“Jesus Christ” jack suddenly shouted when the video was finally over and he noticed the figure.

“Took you long enough” I shouted back still holding onto phill.

“Mason” I cried out when the extremely tall nun bent in half, coming face to face with me. Clearly not satisfied with how scared I already was.

“I’ve got you” I heard Mason to my right before he sneaked his arms around my waist helping calm down a bit. I could see him from the corner of my eyes starring at the nun and I had a feeling he was just as scared as I was so I really appreciated him coming to my rescue in that moment.

The lights went out and I just prayed that the nun was gone.

The lights came back on I didn’t even noticed I’d shut my eyes before Mason squeezed my side gently “he’s gone” he breathed out and I finally opened my eyes.

“That was..” I blinked, swallowing harshly “Fucking terrifying” Jordan finished my sentence and I looked over at him, seeing Grealish wrapped around his biceps like a freaking koala. I would’ve laughed if I wasn’t so terrified myself.

“I owe you one” phill laughed. Quite chilled considering he just had a two meters nun fold in half over him.

“Oh, big time” I laughed, finally letting go of his arms.

“Right the quicker we solve this the quicker we’re out of this place” phill said and we all slowly started to break up again resuming our search. Mason however, remained on my side which I was more than thankful for.

“Hey I think I found something” Mason said and I looked over his shoulder at the bookshelf. One book in particular looked more worn out than the others and I cautiously grabbed it and pulled it out. With a snap the whole book shelf moved slightly and when we looked behind the gap, there was a really tight dark tunnel leading to god knows where. Classic.

“What?” Mason said in a high pitched confused voice, followed by Jordan “Oh hell no”

“Well I’m going I don’t want to stay here longer than I have to” jack quickly dropped on all four and stepped into the tunnel.

Me and Mason looked at each other before I shrugged and dropped down, following Jack. The passage was actually longer than I expected. Half way through, I paused suddenly feeling claustrophobic and called out for Jack.

“You’re almost out just a bit further” Jack responded and I looked behind my shoulder at Mason. I could barely make his face in the dark “I’m here” he smiled gently, his hand on my calf messaging it gently.

“Hey guys, you might want to hurry up cause our friend here is back” I heard phill shout from the first room.

“What friend?” Mason shouted back.

“You know.. the fucking nun you idiot, who else hurry up” this time it was Jordan’s turn to shout. Me and Mason quickly crawled forward allowing them to crawl into the tunnel as well.

Right when I though I could catch a break, finally coming out of the passage I looked up and saw bloodied figures like dead bodies, wrapped in a sheet, hanging from the ceiling.

I screamed, bumping back to Mason who was already out of the tunnel and he grabbed me? turning me back around and hugged me tightly.

“Shh they’re just dummies, I’ve got you. I’ve got you” he shushed me holding my head against his chest, slowly moving us through the bodies to an open space in the room.

“Okay you’re safe” he whispered in my hair pressing a kiss on the top of my head still holding me tightly.

I slowly opened my eyes again. Phill and Jordan right behind us, both panting and phill raised his eye brows at me asking if I was alright and I just nodded no intensities of leaving mase anytime soon.

“Well we are fucked” I heard jack behind me and slowly turned my head to see what he was talking about.

A giant puzzle with different letters, numbers and somewhat familiar shapes on the wall. Jack randomly moved one piece and the lights turned red. A loud beeping noise echoing through causing him to quickly raise his hands and stepping away.

“Look” Jordan said pointing to a board on the adjacent wall. “Three guesses. Move your pieces wisely” he read, throwing hands not long after “ well that wasn’t so wise of you jack now was it” and Jack only shrugged.

“Mase, there’s a closet there” I whisper in Mason’s chest still not moving away.

“Where?” He questioned looking around clueless and I pointed behind him.

“Right, should we go have a look then?” He hesitated slowly unwrapping his arms before lacing our fingers together.

“We found something” I shouted looking at the piece of paper with a poem on it. While we were busy trying to figure out how that can be of any help, another actor crawled out of a false door in the closet and quietly made his way to us.

“Give me th— the other paper we found in the first room” Mason said, not taking his eyes off of the paper in front of him, focused on trying to connect the dots.

“Tell me you didn’t lose it” I whisper shouted at Jordan who was holding onto it last.

“No I have it it’s right over her—-“ he was cut of by Mason mumbling a quiet thanks causing all of us to snap our heads to him.

“What?” Mason asked after a minute when we all looked at him puzzled, Jordan waving the piece of paper in his hand. Mason’s eyes widened, looking to his left he shone the flashlight and I wish he didn’t.

“Cheers..?” Mason said looking straight at the unfamiliar face. We all jumped back screaming on top of our lungs. This one had a creepier makeup than the nun, a ripped face, tongue hanging out and blood dripping from his mouth.

I would’ve been impressed by the details if i wasn’t so busy screaming bloody murder. The clock on the wall showing how much of our time was left was now ticking loudly red light illuminating the whole room and just when we thought things couldn’t get worse the nun crawled out of the tunnel. 10 seconds never felt longer.

Then suddenly everything stopped “Good games lads huh honestly you were in a good place” Aaron said chuckling at us.

All the screaming coming to a halt when we saw the exit door open but the actors were still in front of us and suddenly the ripped-face guy took a step forward and we didn’t waste a second to run out of the door. A tight grip on my hand making sure I wasn’t left behind.

“My goodness” jack breathed out, a hand on his chest. Jordan slide down the wall and phill had his hands on his hips, cheeks really red and panting loudly.

Mason had my hand in his larger one, panting as well before he cracked up laughing loudly.

“Ridicules, the lot of you” I shook my head laughing as well.

“Well, that’s something we’re never gonna try again”

[tomholland1996simp]

Hi!love your writing but can make one where tom and reader a dating and tom meets reader's parents for the first time and her family is very protective? ☺️

Protective || Tom Holland

Summary: Your boyfriend, Tom is meeting your family for the first time. You thought everything will be fine and that your family will love him like you do, however your over protective brothers had other things in mind.

Y/M/N = Your mothers name.

Y/F/N = Your fathers name.

“Baby you’ll be okay, they will love you” You reassure your boyfriend for the third time today. He’s finally meeting your family as a few weeks ago you had been introduced to his. The Holland family were so sweet to you, they really liked you and you enjoyed the evening you all had.

Tom has been feeling very nervous though. He’s only met your mother once, but the other’s he has never met. You see, you have three brothers and they are very protective over you. You’re their only sister and even though you’re not the youngest of them all they seem to be protective.

You remember the first boyfriend you had ever had at 15 years old. You were just in your room sitting far apart from each other when your brothers barged through the door. Both of you were confused, that’s when the boys started questioning the poor 15 year old boy. They scared him so much that he left. They never wanted you near a boy again, they couldn’t bear to see their little sister hurt.

“But your brothers, you told me how protective they are of you” He said fixing his hair after he parked the car in the garage.

“I promise everything will be okay, they might not even be here” You smile placing a small kiss on his lips, getting out of the car to walk to the door of you’re house. As you both stood at the door, Tom held your hand with the free hand he had, the other holding flowers for Y/M/N.

The door opened a few seconds after you had knocked, y/m/n coming into view. She had a bright smile on her face, giving you a big hug before pulling Tom for a hug too.

“These are for you Mrs Y/L/N” Tom politely spoke, still a bit nervous, showing your mum the flowers he had picked up for her.

“Thank you, Tom, and please call me y/m/n.” She smiles taking the flowers from him and smelling them. “I’ll go put them in some water” She said before walking away to the kitchen.

You then grabbed Toms hand pulling him towards the front room, his eyes looking around only to see the youngest sibling, Jake, sitting on the sofa. “Hey Jake” You smiled pulling Tom to sit down next to you, across the room from your youngest brother.

Jake looked up smiling at you but it immediately dropped when he saw your boyfriend, Tom. You had always spoke about Tom and now finally Jake has met the man who has made you happiest.

“Hi Thomas” Jake spoke rudely.

“Oii, Jake! It’s Tom and don’t be so rude” You snap at your brother, feeling Tom squeeze his hand in yours. “It’s okay, Hi Jake it’s nice to meet you” Tom cleared his throat looking at the 15 year old.

“Wait till Charlie and Rudy get back” He laughs walking out of the room.

“Ignore him,teenagers” You roll your eyes, turning on the tv and cuddling into Toms side, his arms going around your waist. Eventually you ended up watching some Netflix until the boys had arrived from being out.

“Hey y/n/n” Rudy pulled you for a hug, you was always close to him, him being the oldest sibling. His eyes then laid on Tom, looking at him up and down as he saw Tom shake hands with Y/F/N.

“Dinners ready” Y/M/N called everyone.

“Hi, I’m Tom-“ Tom went to introduce himself but the boys rushed into the kitchen to get a seat at the table. Toms smile stopped looking towards you and you gave him a apologetic smile, bringing him over to the table.

Once you had got to the dining table you saw that the boys didn’t leave two gaps for you and Tom, instead there was a seat next to Rudy and one directly in front of him where the other boys sat.

“Rudy, Can you sit over there so me and Tom can sit together?” You asked nicely, hoping he would move.

“Nah I’m good” He spoke with a grin.

“Rudy! Move” You tried to push him off the chair, Tom standing their awkwardly.

“Rudy! Move next to your other brothers and let your sister and Tom sit” Your father told him, Rudy scoffing and moving to sit directly across from you and Tom.

“I’m sorry” You whispered to him, holding his hand under the table. You all have been enjoying the delicious food for about five minutes now and your brothers had been staring daggers at your boyfriend. You hated when they acted like this, you just wanted them to be nice for once.

Why couldn’t they be happy for you?

“It’s okay, this is delicious Y/M/N” Tom smiled squeezing your hand in reassurance that he was okay and that he doesn’t mind your brothers being protective over you.

“Thank you, Tom, I wasn’t sure what you liked so I made a few things” Y/M/N said, she being the only person who was nice to Tom.

“So Thomas, how did you meet our sister?” Charlie asked after a few minutes of silence.

Tom smiled, actually feeling like this is the time he could make conversion with your family. “We met at work actually, y/n was my stylist for my hair and any of the makeup needed.” He smiled looking at you, you remember the first time you met him like it was yesterday. “We became good friends during my Spiderman homecoming movie, then I guess we were meant to be.”

“That’s really sweet, almost like love at first sight” Your mum smiled at Tom, she already knew how you both met but she found it cute.

However, your brothers didn’t find it cute at all. “So do you just fuck around with all your stylist then” Rudy blurted out, making you and Tom both choke on your food.

“Rudy! What the fuck!” You cough, taking a sip of water from your cup. You couldn’t believe what he had just said, he’s being so disrespectful to Tom right now.

“I-I love your sister, I honestly do. I would never do anything of some sort.” He told your brothers honestly then turned to you’re parents. “I love your daughter”.

“You sure about that, or are you just here to get into her pants. Maybe even just trying to break her heart, Nah y/n he’s not right for you” Charlie shook his head making not just yours but Toms hear break. He really wanted to make your family like him, but he knew if your brothers didn’t like him you two couldn’t be together.

He then stood up, “I-I think i’m just gonna g-go, I can tell i’m not wanted here. Thank you for the food, Y/M/N, it was amazing” Tom rushed going to leave but you grabbed his hand.

“No, no don’t leave.” A tear slid down your face, your brothers noticing straight away. They didn’t mean to make you upset, they just didn’t want their little sister to get heart broken by this guy. You then turned to them all, “Why can’t you be happy for me! Can’t you see Tom is trying to make you like him! I love him, I love this guy so much and all you do is treat him like he’s nothing. I get it your protective over me, okay! But treating him like this isn’t fair guys. He really is the best guy i’ve ever met, I promise you that now. Just give him a chance is all i’m asking!” You raised your voice, slamming your hands on the table making everyone go quiet.

“Please, i’m not asking for a lot” You let out a little sob, too upset over everything that’s gone on today.

Your brothers eyes soften seeing you upset, they knew Tom was trying and that maybe deep down inside he’s a nice guy but they couldn’t help but try to protect you.

“I’m sorry y/n” Jake spoke making a smile go onto yours and Toms face. “Yeah, we’re sorry” Charlie apologised standing up to give you and Tom a hug. You waited for Rudy to say something, anything.

“I-I just don’t like seeing you grow up, I’m used to fighting boys to get away from you not watching you fall in love with one. I’m sorry” Rudy stood up giving you a long hug then turning to Tom. “Sorry man, she’s just my little sister you know?” He shrugged his shoulder and Tom pulled him in for a bro hug.

“It’s alright, I promise i’ll never hurt her. I really am in love with her, no one had ever made me feel like this” He nodded to your brother, his words being the truth only. After the apologies, your brothers tired more to get to know Tom, the dinner table was full of laughter and conversations.

“Told you everything will be okay, Tommy” You smirk at him, whilst you both sit on the sofa.

“Mmm, I love you doll” He smiled.

“I love you more” You giggle as he pulled you into a sweet kiss.

“HANDS OFF MY SISTER THOMAS!” Rudy shouted from the kitchen, Tom moving away from you as fast as he can scared whilst you laughed.

[slafkovskys]

can i have y/n being a hughes sister and going to providence and being sick and pat taking care of her and making sure that she rests please

the commotion outside of your front door was what drew you from your sleep. you find the dark screen of your computer staring back at you, the tv playing an entirely different episode than you remember it being on early, and your head still pounding. you hear the familiar sound of rustling grocery bags and a string of curses before your boyfriend comes barreling through the door. he spots you on the couch and raises a disapproving eyebrow, “that’s not resting.”

“i was resting before you decided to have a party on my front porch,” you mumble, closing your computer and reaching to set it on the coffee table. patrick rushes over and takes it from you when you almost knock over your glass of water that would’ve spilled all over your phone, “you shouldn’t be here. you have a game in two days, you can’t get sick.”

“as long as i keep my distance i’ll be fine. besides, momma told me to bring you these,” he holds up the drugstore bag and you sigh. of course, when you had woken up sick that morning, the first person you had called was your mom and you weren’t surprised that probably the second you had hung up she had called patrick. he sits the bag on the table before taking a seat in the chair, “were you just not going to tell me?”

“i knew i didn’t have to. ellen was going to send you to make sure that i was still somewhat functioning,” you send him a small smile as you finally sit up, stretching your arms above your head. you grab the bag and start to dig through, pulling out not one, not two, but three boxes of cold medicine.

“i- symptoms were unclear and the directions said different things so i just got them all.”

“it’s just a cough, pat, and really bad nausea. like, i made some dry toast so i could have something in my system, but i swear i thought i wouldn’t be able to keep it down,” you let out a sigh as you crack open one of the boxes and grab your glass of water. you look up over the rim to see his face fall and you roll your eyes, “i’m not pregnant, pat. we’re good. don’t stress about quinn sending you to an early grave because i’m congested.”

he looks genuinely scared when he utters his next words, “you were not in the room when i got that little ‘pep talk,’ y/n. believe me, there was no pep in that talk…”

“yet here you are three years later bringing me cold medicine and chocolate bars,” you send him a smile, “so it wasn’t too bad.”

“you were worth the fear that fifteen-year-old luke attempted to instill in me,” he sighs as he pushes himself up. he crosses the room and bends down. “are those the same clothes you slept in last night?”

“pat, you don’t know how hard it was for me to get downstairs,” you say, “and you need to not be so close. sick, remember? game this weekend, remember?”

he laughs as you shove your finger into his chest, pressing his lips to your warm forehead, “c’mon, babe. i’m going to run you a bath and while you’re in there i got you some soup that i’ll fix you, yeah?”

you raise an eyebrow, “can i eat my soup in the bath?”

“i mean, i guess?”

“good boy,” you mumble, letting him pull you off of the couch. “will you cuddle me after?”

he laughs, “what happened to not wanting me in your vicinity?”

“you’re not going to listen to me so i might as well use that to my benefit.”

[exclusivecolette]

LOVE AGAINST ALL ODDS

PT.1

(Sorry if the title doesn’t really match the story. I struggled figuring one out. first story so please bare with me.)

(if you aren’t blonde or don’t apply to the features, you can just put your own features in. i just put my features because i didn’t really know what else.)

summary: a girl starts to fall in love with a boy in class. But, her abusive parents are extremely strict (ignoring the fact she’s even old enough to drive.) And what is she gonna do when she realizes, he isn’t just some crush.

TW in the chapter: abusive parents, family drama, cussing

“i’m so sick of this shit” i yell turning around walking into the door frame. “language!” satan yelled following after me. I turn around making eye contact with her. “mom im not a kid anymore” i say going to shut the door. “im not treated you like one by saying you can’t date.” my mom yelled back.

“how old am i?” i ask looking her straight in the face as she looked back with confusion. “16! you can’t tell me who i can and cannot date. you saw me hugging one boy. great now i’m pregnant!” i roll my eyes shutting the door. “i’m telling your father!” fuck. “i don’t care” i shouted back sitting on my bed. fuck.

-

I heard the front door shut. About 5 minutes passed before i heard footsteps toward my door. I had my tv on. “turn that off” my dad said clenching his jaw. I obliged almost shaking in fear. “when your mom tells you something, you listen you understand me?” he got closer until he was in front of my bed.

“dad she said-“ a sharp pain spread across the side of my face. My hand reached up to my cheek then was quickly jerked away. “do not talk back to me. you nod and listen that’s it.” he yelled still holding a tight grip on my wrist. I nod as a tear went down my face. He let go and before walking out said “and clean up your room” there’s a single shirt on the floor.

-

I woke up feeling like shit. I stumble over to the bathroom, use it. I sit at my vanity. great. There was a bruise almost shaped like a hand on my cheek. A bruise concealer couldn’t cover. And the mark around my wrist. Small towns usually seem to keep quiet.

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Fourth period is so fucking borin- “if you could be any animal what would it be?” a brunette asked next to me. god. “i don’t know matt” i put my face in my hands. “i would be a dog preferably a-“ he paused. I looked up confused on the silence. “what happened to your wrist?” he asked sitting up from his lounging position.

I quickly put my hand over it. Nosy bitch. “nothing mind your business” i say looking away. He just silently sat back. i’m such dick.“i-id be shark.” i sigh looking at him. He just nodded, he looked kinda bummed out. did i make him upset? “why do you have an owl tattoo?” i ask turning my body more to face him. “i just wanted it” he said.

“i like owls, they’re so pretty.” i say turning completely towards him. I saw his eye twitch and he cleared his throat. he’s looking at my cheek. I undo the piece of hair tucked behind my ear. “you have a lot of tattoos. we’re only in highschool” i let out a small laugh and turn back in my seat so he couldn’t see it.

“i like them” he shrugged. “i like them too” i shrug and turn back in my seat.

-

I had just put my bag on my shoulder when someone bumped into me while running down the hallway with their friends. I fell towards someone. “you alright?” i look up to the boy id talk to earlier. “god.” i scoff looking back to the people that shoved me. Matt let out a chuckle.

“fucking prick” i mumble and realize matt’s hands were still on me. “sorry” i say taking a step back and he took his hands off me. his hands were soft. “hey are you going to the game tonight?” he asked. “the hockey game?” i ask. yes the only fucking game tonight. why am i so stupid? “yeah” he insured.

“yeah i go to all of them” i say shrugging. “yeah i remember seeing you at our last one. When we won you looked like you hadn’t gotten in trouble for something.” he smiled “oh you play?” i asked “um yeah you didn’t know?” he asked confused . “no i go because i um have to, my brother plays. Charlie. i just read” i look away in embarrassment.

“yeah i remember seeing you holding one” he laughed. “well i’ll see you tonight” i smile. “if you look up from your book” god am i blushing? i feel like i’m blushing. fuck. “yeah whatever i’ll look for you” i smile about to walk away. His cheeks got red. matt sturniolo blushing?

[astralfms]

you’re not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed JULIAN HENDRICKS walking by . don’t tell me you don’t know who he/him is ? they kind of look like mason gooding and i could be wrong but i think that they might be 27 years old right now . they’ve been living in palmview for the last sixteen years and i don’t know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of jim halpert from the office . if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at sunset villas as a realtor . you see this town isn’t really that big of a place , some folks like to call them the charmer of palmview ! they took a liking to the name too after a while , go figure . oh crap , they must have heard me yapping , they’re coming this way . i got to warn you though , rumor has it they can pretty reckless at times . i wouldn’t take it too seriously though , from the times i’ve spoken to them they seemed pretty thoughtful to me . we see each other all the time since they live in that two bedroom apartment beside me over in sunny shores . i better leave you to it , it was nice meeting you .

STATISTICS:

full name: julian andrew hendricks

nicknames: juju ( mom only )

birthday: december 12, 1996

hometown: palmview, florida

occupation: real estate agent

hobbies: self proclaimed movie buff, occasional amateur dj, frequent dog walker

lives: sunny shores

from humble beginnings, julian’s story begins in a small bungalow in palmview, florida. rented to own by eliza and jerome hendricks, the couple decided to begin their family with his older sister, julian following only 26 months after. deciding their family was complete, the two dedicated their limited resources to ensuring their children had the most fulfilling childhood possible. his love for movies began at an early age, orange vhs tapes racking up by the stack and julian begging his parents to spend hours in front of the tv. he’d spend his time mimicking the characters, analyzing their movements and re-enacting the scenes for his family after dinner. noticing his spark for acting, julian’s parents signed him up for various auditions.  this starts his stint as a childhood actor, moving the family from tiny palmview to bustling los angeles, all for the sake of his career. attending a traditional school at first, julian starred in different plays for his elementary and middle schools, along with snagging different background appearances and commercials from time to time. it was never a secret to him that this was a job, becoming more prevalent to him after landing a key role in a children’s film. constant press tours, appearances, filming, and trying to finish seventh grade all at the same time became too overwhelming, his parents noticing his passion fading and his stress rising. small outbursts from him began to occur, leading the hendrick’s family to retire julian’s acting career and move themselves back across the country. the transition wasn’t easy, reeling at his fall from grace and his return to ‘normal’ life, times were rocky in the hendrick’s house for the next few years. it’s not until he lands a minor role in his tenth grade production of the crucible that julian begins to mellow out again, finding joy amongst his cast mates. this joy included his crush that would consume him for the next two years, auditioning for roles only for the chance to be her counterpart. his love for movies returned, subscribing for a membership at the local theater’s movie club that he still holds to this day. life had returned to what it once was, julian finding new passions while finding ways to honor the old ones.  college comes and he’s faced with a crossroads: go for juilliard’s acting program and try again for his dreams, or follow his crush to the university of florida and pursue a degree in business. julian chooses the latter, despite the urging of his family, and begins his stay at u of f, a proud resident for the next four years. the first semester of his freshman year proved to be nothing he’d expected, his lack of commitment and focus on his studies causing the downfall of his potential relationship. with the loss of her, and the realization he’d chosen the wrong path, julian found himself lost and wandering. the next few years are very much look down and grind ( with the occasional party ), determined to graduate with honors and land a decent job in real estate after graduation. it’s the least he can do, he figures.  post graduation has been dedicated to finding himself. he’s settled in his real estate job and managing financially, trying to figure out where he fits in outside of his own expectations. aside from spending time with his family, he can be found doing showings and open houses during the day, and producing amateur dj sets or rewatching his ten favorite movies by night. it’s a simple life, which he’s convinced himself he prefers.