#jean jacket came back with the fam

[knightofleo]

[reyolfx]

destiel fic excerpt - claire kinda tricks dean into going to pride with her

okay i've been in a massive block lately for any writing whatsoever but i'm TRYING to get back into it. mentally i'm just not really anywhere but i would like to be anchored back down into writing mode.

so here's a little bit of the destiel fic i have in progress. it's a dean focused post-15x19 (lol what finale) fix-it that deals a lot with dean's grief. this particular excerpt is quiiiiite a ways in, cas has been dead for almost a year at this point (happy destiel ending guaranteed fam). dean is still absolutely grieving but he's been doing a lot of work.

(warning dean does use the word queer here in a way that's like, halfway between accepting and internalised homophobia - it's not made out to be a big deal in this but i thought it would mention anyways)

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"I'm not a parade guy, Claire, and I sure as hell ain't a flag waving queer. I'm not - I'm not this." Dean gestures vaguely to the revelry and upbeat atmosphere around him. He feels like a fish on a bike.

Claire shrugs with her whole body. "I don't give two shits what you think you are or aren't, grandpa. Every baby gay needs to attend their first Pride, it's like a right of passage or whatever."

Dean gawks at her. "What the fuck," he sputters. "Baby- did you just call me grandpa and a baby gay in the same sentence? What the fuck is that?"

Claire rolls her eyes like Dean's a fucking idiot. He feels like one right now, in his jeans and flannel with a knife tucked into his waistband, surrounded by rainbow everything and kids making out in those weird napkin tops that don't pass their navels.

She says, "exactly what it sounds like, loser. You're old, but you finally had your big gay realization, it's fresh and shit, erego, baby gay. Reborn a queer, hallelujah."

Dean stares at her like she's speaking another language, but he latches on to one bit that's plain. "Ain't that fresh," he mutters.

Because. Because it's not like Dean never had an inkling he was into dudes as well as chicks before. Not like he never had any tiny lightbulb moments while drooling over Doctor Sexy or being 16 and watching a hunter in his 20s clean a gun in front of him. It's just that every time that lightbulb flicked on, Dean had been very quick and very thorough in burying it 6 feet under like it was a body in a grave after a salt'n burn. Expert, even. Like he was was with real graves. He could go years without that lightbulb resurfacing, and he could forget. He could flirt with women and forget, kiss women and forget, take women back to his motel room when he was 24, haunting small towns all alone, and forget. It was easy. Because women's waists and women's hair and women's voices made it easy. When they pitched their words low and came on to him with confidence and a shadow, a daintier echo of violence than what he was used to, it was easy. What would have been the point in—in anything else?

Nothing. No point.

Until his best friend told him he loved him and his graveyard of buried lightbulbs was flooded, upturned, exposed. Electrified. He sees the bones of every man he ever desired like they're cartoons sticking their fingers into sockets.

Bzzzt. That hunter with his rolled up sleeves, exposed forearms, cleaning his gun while chatting easily to John. Dean sitting there, trying his best to be a part of the conversation, puff himself up like he belonged at the table, 16 in a too-big jacket, a real hunter, a real man, dragging his eyes away from the hunter's hands again and again until he could unfocus them entirely with the beers his dad let him sip.

Bzzzt. A shop teacher of his, once, during a 9th grade stint somewhere in Nebraska. Mr. Callaghan. Showing the class how to use a circular saw, sparks flying, Dean's eyes wide, mouth a little dry.

Bzzzt. Benny in purgatory. Slicing and hacking his way through monsters to get Dean to Cas before they could escape. Dean's weird, twisted up, sickening feelings of - I love you because you know my secret. Because you know I love someone else even though I won't let my own self know. I love you because you have big hands and a big heart and an appetite for blood and because I can bully you into staying, searching, endlessly, for the one. The one I love the most. I love you until I find him and then I still love you a little because you helped make that possible and because you did it for me.

Bzzzt. Cas. Castiel who walked into a barn, sparks again (maybe men are electric and women are grounding, or - fuck, who knows, maybe sparks are just hot) a few days after Dean rose from the dead. Castiel who walked towards him with steady eyes of blue fire and withstood every act of violence Dean could commit against him (or so he thought). Castiel who saw into his soul, maybe not even into it, just the whole scope of it, macro and micro. Cas who shoved him into walls, laid hands over his mouth and a knee between his thighs (accidental?), Cas who spoke to him vulnerably one moment and then disappeared the next, Cas who stared into his eyes and made Dean's chest feel molten, his tongue feel heavy. Cas who wore a stupid trench coat, even when given a fresh start, an opportunity for reinvention. A trench coat Dean grew to hate because of the sheer amount of times he imagined pulling it gently off the angel's shoulders. It always stayed. Dean could burn that fucking coat.

He kept that coat. He carried it. He misses it.

Dean comes to in the middle of a fucking pride parade with the desperate, overwhelming urge to press a coat that he no longer has into his nose. He needs—

"Earth to fuckin' Dean Winchester," Claire is saying, eyebrow cocked kinda like Cas, which is weird because he doesn't remember Jimmy ever doing that. He guesses he didn't know Jimmy very long though. Maybe he's just seeing Cas wherever he can manage it.

"Sorry, kid," he says lamely. No follow up. He feels the hole and it aches and aches and he needs to get a hold on it before it engulfs him.

"Dean," Claire says gently, and she sounds like she knows where he is. Like she can find him back here among his grief that is so far removed from, and unrelated to the situation.

He looks at her and forces a grin that cracks his face. Painfully. Half rolls his eyes.

"C'mon kid, show me the ropes then," he says. He's here now. Probably wont ever be again, but he's with Claire.

And he loves Claire. Because she reminds him of his not so long ago self—young and angsty and passionate and angry and full of mistakes past, present and future—and because she reminds him of Cas. Her face, her independence, her stubbornness, her smile. Because Cas loves (loved, Christ) her, even if her feelings towards him might be more convoluted.

She doesn't let him off easy, a trait she kind of shares with both of them.

"Dean... I miss him too".

Years ago, maybe even just months ago, Dean would have rolled his eyes and changed the subject. He would have deflected: "so how do you get on one of those floats" or "why is there so much mesh here" or maybe mouthed the words to You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real) right along with the drag queens in the parade without even realising it.

But now—

"Claire—I can't. Not if we wanna— not if today's gonna be any good."

His voice sounds far away and raw and he feels tears in his eyes even still. Even still after all these months. He wants. Wants Cas back so hard it scalds his insides.

Claire's mouth sets hard and she nods once. There's a grim-feeling cloud around the two of them, a black hole in the middle of this rainbow candy-land ass street block on a sunny day.

And then Claire scares it away. Physically waves it off like she can see it and then plasters a grin on her face that's almost conspiring. She can rally, Dean'll give her that. It's not as if Claire completely fits here either—she looks more like him than she does most of the other revelers. Black tank top, red flannel tied around her waist, black shit kickers. Hunter get-up. But she grabs some stickers from a drag queen that's handing them out and slaps one on her chest - it says "I support gay rights and gay wrongs" on it and the circle behind it is striped orange and white and pink. Dean snorts. He doesn't know for sure what that means but he guesses it's probably for lesbians cause he knows everybody gets their own flag in this world. He's learned that through osmosis at group*.

She grabs his hand and slaps another sticker on the back of it. The circle is blue, purple, and pink, and he does know the bi flag, has figured that one out at least. The words in the centre say "oh no, everyone is so hot".

Dean rolls his eyes so hard he almost throws his neck out. "There's no way in hell you think I'm keeping this on," he says.

"You are keeping it on, old man, and if i see you've taken it off I'll take you to the face painting tent and make them give you full bisexual glam." The threatening tone of her voice contrasts too deeply with the contents of that sentence and Dean huffs out a surprised laugh.

"Oh yeah? How do you think you're gonna make that happen?"

"You're not the only one packing here, Winchester."

Dean keeps the sticker on his hand. Stares at it for a minute, then looks all around him, taking in the colour and the joy like a thing that's not used the sun would. A rodent or a worm. Maybe a monster.

"Don't get me wrong but this doesn't really seem like your scene," he says.

Claire shrugs. "I dunno. Maybe a couple years ago I woulda felt the same. Used to think it was all real frivolous and silly y'know?"

She pauses for long enough that Dean's pretty sure the conversation's over. Finally, she speaks again, just a bit quieter: "But, I kinda figure, I can be more than just one thing, right? I can be a hunter and still enjoy some of the nice shit in life. Frivolous and silly is kinda fun."

She's not wrong. Dean doesn't get a lot of moments to be frivolous and silly, but he takes them when he can. Feels like maybe if he'd been born in an different universe he could've known those feelings full time like they were an engrained part of him rather than just fleeting visitors.

Then Claire says, "you're more than one thing, y'know. You're lots of things"

Dean huffs a little laugh and shakes his head, not really sure what he's denying.

"Don't make me give you a whole rundown on your own personality dude. You're not just some workhorse hunter, you got other stuff. Like, gay shit like this doesn't have to be one of your things. But everything's worth a shot once, right?"

He wants to agree. Thinks maybe he'd like to be a lot of things, but everything is kind of blur right now, has been for a while. What are the things he'd like to be? Like to enjoy?

He shakes his head again, not so much denying as delaying.

"Okay Oprah, what got you so wise?"

Claire smirks. She nudges him forward to follow the parade and says, "the internet mostly."

[cheruv-ii]

The End.

((CW//Death, blood))

(Quick thing I wrote based off something I drew earlier, sorry Lu)

They made it home.

After what felt like a lifetime of fighting, again, and again, and again, they made it home. All seven of the camp fam, including their friend who they once believed to be dead. Brooklynn, Darius, Kenji, Sammy, Yasmina, Ben, and Lucien were all home, they were safe. There were smiles all around, everyone hugging each other, basking in the warmth of their friends' hugs. Everything was okay.

Bang.

The familiar sound of a gunshot rang out, everyone's heads snapping towards where the noise came from, finding a disgruntled woman standing atop the boat they had all just came off off, her pale skin covered in blood, dropping the gun she held as she made her final step, succumbing to weakness now that she had used her final bullet.

“Is everyone okay?” Sammy called out, looking around as the others checked themselves for wounds, five other voices responding with confused ‘yeah's.

Only five.

Thud.

Everyone whipped around once they heard the sound of jeans hitting concrete, a horrified silence filling the air once they saw Lucien on his knees, going limp and falling forwards, the fall moving his hair and allowing everyone to see the bullet wound in his upper back.

Ben was the first to move.

His jacket came off instantly, the tall man instinctively wrapping it around Lucien as he rolled him over onto his back, propping him up in his lap and holding his head up, watching the blood spill from his nose and lips while his pants began to feel warm from the wound on his back. “Lucien, Lucien stay with me, you're going to be okay.” Ben's voice was scared, like he was a little boy all over again, looking up to the others and making use of the volume that came with being a giant,”WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU STANDING THERE FOR? GET HELP.”

Brooklynn ran off, Yaz not far behind as they went searching for someone, ANYONE, to help their injured friend. The other three were too terrified to move, Darius had seen a similar scene before, but he never saw the body, this time he saw everything, he was watching as his friend bled put in their lover's trembling arms, there was no coming back from that, this was real. Kenji was the same, having watched his father be torn to shreds only a couple months prior, he couldn't do this again, he wanted to help to bad, but he was frozen, unable to take control of his body, just like he was when his father died. Sammy had seen death before, but not like this, she'd seen older family members take their final breath, a few cows die of natural causes, the couple deaths on the islands, but this was different, this was a friend being taken away far too early for her comfort, someone she loved having their life stolen from them before they were truly able to live it. This was murder, plain and simple.

Ben could feel the hot tears pouring down his face, he was trying so hard to hold them back, trying so hard to stay strong, make sure Lucien knew he was going to be okay, yet they still fell. He could feel how shallow Lucien's breaths were, feel how labored each attempt to fill his pierced lung was, gargled breaths filling Ben's ears, that's a sound he would never forget.

“Lucien, Lucien hey, look at me, just keep breathing, okay? Brook and Yaz are going to get hel-”

“P…Papa..”

Ben froze, he watched in silence as the life drained from Lucien's eyes, the taller man going completely limp in his arms, the sudden deadweight making him have to readjust, pulling his body closer to him. “No- nonono NO! Lucien- Lucien don't you FUCKING DARE-” Ben's voice cracked, he was angry, he was so goddamn angry, they were home for gods sakes! They made it! They were supposed to be on their way back to Lucien's place now, finally living peacefully together like they deserved, yet here Ben was, cradling the lifeless body of his soulmate, praying to a god he didn't believe in that SOMEHOW Lucien would wake up.

That didn't happen, though. That was never going to happen, Lucien was dead, and he knew that.

It was too late, no matter what help the girls would find, Lucien was gone, he wasn't coming back, ever. Sobs wracked Ben's body as he desperately pulled Lucien in as close to him as he possibly could, pushing his face into the now cold crook of his neck, high pitched attempts at breathing forcing their way out of the man's throat as he wailed. This wasn't supposed to end like this, they were supposed to grow old together, raise Speckles and Bumpy on Lucien's little cottage while Ben learned to garden.

Now Ben was never going to learn to garden, he was going to continue to live in a city he hated, he was going to tell Lucien's sister she had lost the only family she had left, he was going to go visit Bumpy alone and break down all over again when he heard her sad and confused grumbles when Lucien wasn't there. Ben was going to put that same suit he wore to Brooklynn's funeral on again, he was going to watch yet another casket be lowered into the ground, but this time the person it belonged to was going with it.

Ben was alone, again.

[elephant-in-the-pride-parade]

I assumed I would be that first queer person, because after the grandparents generation passed, my fathers side struggled to get everyone back together for years. So how was I supposed to know how many queer folks we had. And how was he supposed to know that this tiny family detail would be important to me. To him it had just been normal for decades, and I wasnt exactly strutting around in rainbows before I came out... but no the first thing he says when I come out, bracing for a bad reaction is "Of course I dont care. My cousins are gay".

(I thought Dad was supposed to be the one in shock during the coming out conversation). Like, Excuse me, Dad... Cousins. Plural?!

I finally met the older queer fam in college when that side finally coordinated a family reunion again... and heres this salt and pepper haired butch rolling up in her pick up, and her jean jacket covered in buttons, shes got her son with her. Everyone hugs her and she hugs everybody and nobody cares that shes gay... Knowing in that moment for sure that no ones going to care that I'm queer (because theres believing it and then theres seeing proof of it and god did I need proof as a baby gay. I really did).

Shawn came in touting around the family geneology book - theres a picture of my late grandfather at her wedding - the weight that comes off my heart in that moment to know without a doubt he'd have still loved me if he were alive when I came out.

And then my shock continues because Shawns not the only one, actually. Theres Patrick. There's Gretchen. There's Jess. Like holy shit theres so many of you. And they love all of you and they love me and they dont give a damn whom we love. And thats... there's really no words for that.

My almost-wife is to her fam what Shawn was to mine. And I have such a new appreciation thanks to her of how much work and how emotional it must have been for Shawn and then Patrick in the 70s and 80s to be those first out people.

Shoutout to the all queer family heroes

[onceupon]

London Boy - Part 4: Just friends

summary: You wake up to find Rafe Cameron in your bed. Even though nothing happened, you’re still left trying to make sense of it all.

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 5k

a/n: thank you so much to all of you who have been reading along <333 sorry in advance if you want this to progress faster haha, it simply must be this slow, sorry I don't make the rules (even tho I do lol). Not canon Rafe!! 

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Your eyes slowly flutter open as the early morning rays wake you up. You didn’t even remember falling asleep. As you slowly gain consciousness you’re startled by the weight of Rafe’s arm draped across your body. What the hell? When did that happen? He spent the night in your bed?

Your mind races at a million miles an hour as you slowly slip out from under his hold. You were careful not to wake him up, not wanting to face any awkwardness. You throw on fresh clothes and grab your backpack, desperate to make your escape. You had wanted to get to school early today to work on some homework anyways, never before so eager to trade in the comfort of your bed for the library. 

After a quick pit stop to pick up a coffee and a croissant, you swing the heavy wooden doors open. You liked campus at this hour, the morning light still soft, the air crisp, and the atmosphere silent. As you scan your eyes for a spot to sit, you notice the unmistakable sight of fluffy brown hair hunched over a table. 

“Liam?” your whisper. “What the hell are doing here?”

That classic cheeky grin spreads across his face as he looks up to find you standing in front of him. “I go here, Y/n. Forget already?”

You roll your eyes, “I just didn’t know you were the studious type.”

“Not gonna lie to you babe, I’m not. But Rogers is already all the way up my ass over this class, and I’m not letting that prick hold me back a year.” 

You pull out the chair across from him and go to sit down, spreading your books out on the table. 

“Who said you could sit with?” he asks, and you shoot him a look. You’re not in the mood. “Geez alright, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed… you good Y/n?” he slows, taking in your disheveled appearance. You hadn’t so much as brushed your hair. 

“Can you promise not to tell anyone,” you stare dead into his eyes. 

“On my life,” he extends his pinky, and you accept. 

“Rafe… slept over last night…”

“Oh shit!” he exclaims, and your eyes widen at his echoing voice. 

“Not like that,” you hiss, not wanting to draw anymore attention to the two of you. “Nothing happened… like he just came over to watch a show and then we talked for a while and just accidentally… fell asleep. I panicked when I woke up and realized he was still in my bed so I ran out of there as fast as I could and now…. well now I’m here.” You nervously chug your coffee, heart racing. 

“So he hung out with you all night and didn’t make a move?”

You nod, nervously awaiting his analysis as you take a bite of your croissant. 

“Damn, boy must really like you,” he muses. 

“What? Definitely not,” you scoff. 

“Y/n, let me tell you a little something about guys. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what. The fact that he’s coming over your room to watch a show and hanging out with you until he physically can’t stay awake - I mean I can’t make it any more obvious to you.”

“I don’t know I just don’t think so… You don’t know Rafe like that, he’s a total player back home. He can pull any girl he wants, so if he liked me like that he would’ve done something by now. This is probably how he is with all his friends and I’m just reading too much into it. I’m sure Lily Colts will be in his bed soon enough,” you mumble. That last part stings in particular, you had already thought it, but saying it out loud made you feel… icky. 

“I may not know Rafe like that, but I know guys like him. I am guys like him. He likes you Y/n. So what if he pulls a lot of chicks, he doesn’t actually care about them. But he cares about you, probably can’t even understand why, and now it’s like bam Uno reverse. He can’t pull the cards he normally does, and now you’ve got him confused and he doesn’t know what to do. Man’s down bad. Give him time though, he’ll come around,” he explains to you calmly, stealing your coffee cup from you and taking a sip. 

“Honestly can I just start paying you to figure my life out for me. You make everything seem so simple.”

“Because it is simple. You insist on complicating it. But I know how you could pay me,” he adds with a wink and you shoot him a glare. You know he’s just joking (partially), he loves pushing your buttons. 

“Well whatever. I’ll believe it when I see it,” you resign on the Rafe matter. You wanted to believe what Liam was saying but it didn’t quite make sense to you. You were only going to drive yourself crazy trying to read between lines that you weren’t sure existed. Rafe was just used to situations like this with girls. To him last night was probably no big deal. It was to you though. You would never let ‘just a friend’ stay over like that, with his arm around you no less. But Rafe didn’t need to know that, you decide. 

—-

You manage to avoid Rafe all day, not having any classes with him on Friday’s. As soon as your last class is over, you sprint home, relieved when you’re the first back at the flat and can quickly slip into your room undetected. You set down your bag and sit on the edge of your bed. Your hand slowly runs over your comforter, still ruffled from where Rafe had been laying the night before. The indent of his head is still on your pillow; you can almost smell the scent of him lingering in your room and hear the sound of his soft whispers. You wonder what his first thoughts were when he woke up in your bed alone - was he confused? Embarrassed? He probably thought nothing of it at all. You can just picture him casually getting up with a stretch, like it’s the start of any typical day.

You slip into the shower and let the water wash over your body. It’s warm and soothing, and it’s reminding you of Rafe laying next to you, of his arm wrapped around you. God if there was only a way to shut your brain off once in a while. As much as you tried to suppress it, there had been a tiny part of you that was happy to have woken up in his embrace, giddy like a school girl with a crush. You’d always wondered how a moment like that would feel, or how a moment like that with him would feel. You had conveniently failed to mention the “arm” detail to Liam, maybe because in the back of your mind you knew it would only help prove his theory right.  

When you make your way back to your room, your phone buzzes and the Royal Fam 🇬🇧🇺🇸 group chat appears. 

Olivia: who wants to go out tonight 😈

Topper: me and Rafe have to be up early tmrw for soccer - rain check on this one ladies 

Olivia: :( 

Olivia: girls night out??

Millie: you know I’m there!

You’re a little bummed that Rafe won’t be there tonight. But a girls night sounds like just what you need to get him off your mind. 

Y/n: I’m in :)

Not even a few minutes later Olivia and Millie are barging into your room, causing you to let out a startled yelp. 

“My god, heard of knocking,” you exhale with your hand coming to your chest. Your statement falls on death ears. 

“Which jeans with this top,” Olivia asks, holding the clothing items against her body. 

“Should I curl or straighten my hair with this,” Millie follows, holding her outfit up. 

“Uhh,” your mind scrambles, “those jeans Liv. And straight, Mills,” you reply, shocked by your own decidedness. “But now you guys have to help me, I have no clue what to wear.”

“Say less,” Olivia flashes a smile. 

Within minutes they tear through your closet, picking out your outfit. Things were always much more clear with a fresh set of eyes. The three of you discuss the night’s logistics before making your way to the kitchen - couldn’t go drinking on an empty stomach. Rafe and Topper are already there, and you try your best to act natural even though your stomach ties itself in a knot the moment you catch a glimpse of his face. You haven’t seen him since you ran out this morning. 

“Uh hey I’m gonna run to Sainsbury’s real quick, I wanna get a chaser, anyone need anything,” you ask, avoiding eye contact with Rafe. Your nerves get the best of you and in terms of fight or flight, you were ready to flee. 

“Hey wait I’ll come with you. Gotta pick something up for dinner,” Rafe stands grabbing his jacket, and before you can interject, he’s leading the way down the hall and out your shared flat. 

“So what are you chasing tonight?” 

“What?” you ask startled, his question pulling you back to reality. Your mind had been running in a loop, trying to read him and the thoughts in his head. You wished now more than ever that you knew what Rafe was like behind closed doors back home, so you could somehow make sense of it all.

He chuckles at you, lost in your own world. “You said you needed a chaser?” Those intimidating blue eyes have found their way to yours again and you hastily look away, focusing in front of you instead. 

“Oh yeah- uh just for the vodka,” you laugh nervously. 

“Basic,” he mocks. You scoff in surprise and lightly hit him on the chest as the laughter leaves your lips. He’s sporting a shit-eating grin, having successfully egged you on. 

“You’re funny if you think I’m gonna do shots of whiskey before going to a club.”

“Well you do owe me one…” he says.

“Oh so he remembers?” you reply, amused.

“Of course,” he states so calm and so sure. Your head swirls at that, his cool confidence making you melt. The automatic doors slide open in front of you, fluorescent lights stealing your attention from the boy you were finding dangerously more attractive by the second.

“I thought we’re supposed to take it together? But someone’s being lame and not coming out tonight,” you say sarcastically, playing it as cool as you can manage. Rafe’s confidence seemed to come naturally, but you were more of a fake-it-till-you-make-it kind of gal.

“Hey you know I have soccer,” he defends. The Kook Prince was not one to turn down a party without cause.

“Excuses excuses,” you shake your head.

“Actually, speaking of soccer, you uh- you and the girls should come tomorrow. If you’re not doing anything. Or not too hungover I should say. Game’s at 12.”

“Can’t make any promises Cameron, but we’ll see,” you smile, earning a satisfied smile from him in return. 

You make your way to the frozen food aisle, Rafe explaining to you how they call a soccer field a football pitch here, as you laugh at him grabbing 5 frozen pizzas (dinner solved for the next week, of course). You ask him which chaser you should pick. He points out a cola, so naturally you decide to get blackberry seltzer water, Rafe twisting his face in disgust (who would voluntarily drink that tv static). You always felt so nervous at first, to be in Rafe’s presence, but all it ever took was a few minutes for you to completely relax around him. He was intimidating, yet inviting. Mysterious, yet open. He was somehow the cause of your anxious nerves and yet the source of your comfort. The fear of facing Rafe after running out this morning had paralyzed your thoughts all day, and now you could hardly remember why. He hadn’t mentioned it at all, as if nothing happened. His normalcy confirmed for you that him sleeping over was in fact no big deal, and you almost want to laugh at yourself for how much you had worked it up in your head. You two were just friends, and perhaps Rafe was used to being… a friendlier friend than what you were used to. But that was okay, you could learn to be friendlier too.

—-

Rafe and Topper had decided to accompany you guys in the kitchen as you pregamed. They slowly sipped beers as you, Millie, and Olivia pounded back shots, laughing at the way you guys got progressively drunker and progressively louder before finally heading out. And much to your surprise, the boys were still seated in the same spot hours later, when the three of you stumble back into the flat, McDonalds in hand.

“Oh look who’s still up,” Olivia slurs, taking a bite of her cheeseburger. 

“We can’t go out, we have soccer,” Millie mocks, almost falling to the floor as she trips over her heel, Topper and Rafe not making any effort to hide their clear amusement. 

“Fun night huh?” Topper quirks his brow. 

“The funnest,” Millie holds her head high, sinking down against the wall until she’s sat on the floor. You had made a beeline for the dining room table, silently admiring your chicken nuggets. In that moment, they were the best thing you had ever tasted. 

“I want Jake,” Olivia pouts, and before anyone can say a word she’s turned on her heel, burger in hand, off to crawl into her boyfriend’s bed. 

“Alright you drunk, let’s get you to bed,” Topper laughs, scooping an incoherent Millie up to her feet by her elbows. 

“M’not drunk,” Millie protests, even though she’s leaning her full body weight against Topper who sarcastically nods at her, escorting her down the hallway. Rafe sits on the couch, silently playing with the cards in his hand again, not the least bit uncomfortable with sharing your company in silence. 

“I’m mad at you,” you say matter of factly, taking a bite of a french fry. At this point, the alcohol is doing the talking. 

“Mad at me?” Rafe stops shuffling the cards and raises his head to look at you, intrigued. 

“Yeah because you didn’t come to the club,” you furrow your brows, chucking a fry at him. He catches it instantly, laughing to himself with a shake of his head. 

“Don’t worry I saw all your guys’ snaps, I feel like I was practically there.”

“That’s not the same,” you frown, throwing another fry which he catches yet again.

“I’ll try to be there next time,” he laughs.

“That’s better I guess,” you grumble, eating another chicken nugget. The room grows quiet, Rafe training his attention back to the cards.

“When are we watching the next episode Cameron,” you break the silence, chucking another fry. He barely has to look up to catch your latest throw, shaking his head with a chuckle. He puts the cards down and makes his way over to the dining table, standing right above you now. 

“Come on, time for you to go to bed,” he beckons you toward him with his arm, to which you only furrow your brows in indignation.

“I’m not done with my food,” you protest.

“Now you are,” he says, grabbing your last fry and finishing it with one bite. “Now c’mon.” You reluctantly grab onto his extended arm to help you get up. You walk down the hall together and he opens your door for you, letting you in as he leans against the frame. You immediately fall back and collapse on to your bed with a gasp, you didn’t remember it feeling so soft when you were sober. 

“Goodnight L/n,” Rafe laughs, staring down at you. 

“Goodnight Rafe,” you mumble, seconds away from passing out. He smiles to himself at the sight of you still in the outfit and shoes you had been out in, bent in surely the most uncomfortable position possible, legs half way off the bed, yet somehow already asleep. He’s about to head back to his room, but he hesitates, turning back to you with a sigh. As slowly and quietly as he can, he pulls your shoes off for you, lifts your legs onto the bed, and covers you in your blanket. And just as quick, he slips out of your room and back into his.

—-

You wake up the next morning, letting out a groan when you realize you’re still in the outfit you had worn clubbing. Your head dully aches and your throat is desert dry so you force yourself up and to the kitchen. When you see the aftermath of McDonald’s containers on the table, vague memories start flooding your brain in horror. You couldn’t have… could you? Did you actually throw french fries at him? You close your eyes and slowly run your hand over your face in realization. Great, you think to yourself, Rafe probably thinks you’re an annoying idiot. Good grief.

You hear the door of the flat opening and Olivia appears in the kitchen, holding a plate of breakfast sandwiches, your mouth watering at the sight.

“Thank the lovely lads in apartment 4E,” she laughs, placing them on the table. “Oh god, we went hard last night didn’t we,” she says, taking in the sight of the flat.

“A little too hard…” you remark.

“No such thing, darling! Now eat up and get dressed, we’ve got a match to catch,” she declares before disappearing down the hall where you can hear muffled groans of Millie being reluctantly dragged out of her bed. You sigh and sink down into a chair, grabbing a sandwich and taking a bite. Heaven. You make a mental note to thank Jake for his chef skills. You had completely forgotten that you and the girls were supposed to go watch Rafe and Topper’s match today. Your worries about having to face Rafe yesterday had been quick to melt away, but today they were back with a new vengeance.

—-

“Okay no one wander off when we get there. Y/n, fair warning, these games get… rowdy,” Millie says, as the three of you walk toward the field, arms linked.

“Things get pretty crazy at Kildare too,” you laugh, “so yeah, don’t fucking let me out of your sight.”

The three of you shake off your fits of laughter as you stumble toward the stands, finding a spot amongst the already packed crowd. You’re finally able to take in your surroundings, glancing at the field ahead. The opposing team is warming up on the pitch, clad in red. Westheath’s team is off to the side, the boys stretching and getting ready in their white uniforms. The dirty blonde immediately catches your eye. He’s jumping and jogging in place, headphones in as though he’s tuning out the physical noise around him, and probably the mental noise too. You wonder if he’s listening to one of the songs he showed you the other night. 

He pauses his jogging to stretch out his arms, his eyes glazing over the stands, when suddenly they lock with yours. Your cheeks flush pink, embarrassed at having been caught staring, but his face just pulls into a wide grin and he gives you a wave. You wave back, and he does a quick hand motion that everyone does at Kildare games back home. You laugh and do the responding gesture, as he smiles cheekily at you before a teammate comes up to him, pulling his focus away. The exchange was brief, but oddly intimate. There was a whole field and a couple dozen people between you, and yet you two were the only witnesses to the interaction. You smile to yourself, relief in the fact that maybe getting a french fry chucked at him wasn’t enough to make him hate you after all. You wonder briefly if Rafe spends half as much time overanalyzing things the way you do. Liam was right, you do insist on overcomplicating things. 

“Hey, earth to Y/n!” Olivia laughs, waving her hand in front of your face. “The game is starting!”

—

The final score flashes on the screen: 4-2, a win for Westheath. The students are going nuts, rushing the field. Olivia and Millie lead the way, pushing through the crowd until you guys reach Rafe and Topper.

“Let’s go boys!!” Olivia yells, jumping up and down with the sea of bodies and beer around you. Rafe and Topper react with equal enthusiasm, pulling each of you in for a hug. You and Rafe are the last to hug, him pulling you in brief but close against his large sweaty body, arms wrapped around you. You don’t even mind the stickiness of the hug, feeling deja vu at the warm feeling of being in his embrace again; a feeling that is foreign yet familiar, one you hadn’t felt before. 

“Did you guys see Rafe’s goal in the second half!?” Topper asks, clapping his friend on the back.

“Of course we did, super star!” Millie cheers, giving Rafe a high five as he humbly shakes his head and laughs at his friends. The mental image of his goal was burned in your head, one that your mind would certainly play for you involuntarily over the next coming days. 

“Alright we gotta go do some stuff with the team, but everyone’s going to Central Bar later. See you guys there?” Rafe asks.

“You got it,” Olivia replies, and they jog off with quick waves, you meeting those blue eyes in silent acknowledgement once again. It was that gaze that always made the rest of the world seem to disappear while his eyes met yours, making your heart skip a beat. He’s just a friend, you remind yourself. Just a tall, attractive, soccer-playing friend…

—

“Y/n! Liv! We’re doing a round!” Jake calls you and Olivia over to where him and Liam are already at the bar, four shot glasses ordered and lined up.

“On three! One, two-“ Liam chants, as the four of you down the alcohol. Central Bar had been buzzing with what felt like half of Westheath’s student body all day. After the game, you and the girls had gone back to your flat to nap and eat, before meeting up with Jake, Liam, and the rest of their boys to head to the bar. Rafe and Topper were already pretty buzzed when you guys got there, playing a round of table tennis with you before the rest of the soccer team and their other friends pulled their attention away. You couldn’t help the way your whole body tensed when Rafe greeted Lily with a tight hug, humbling you with the confirmation that Rafe’s actions toward you weren’t anything special. You resolved yourself to a night of drinking and dancing your worries away with Liv and Liam instead.

“Alright, round of table tennis? You two against me and Y/n?” Liam challenges.

“Please, I saw Y/n playing before, you guys have nothing on us,” Olivia flashes an evil smile, her competitive side coming out.

“Oh it’s on Liv,” you laugh, as your foursome stakes your claim at the pong table. While Olivia and Jake gather the balls and paddles, you notice Liam grimacing off into the distance. You follow his line of sight, landing on Topper and Millie drunkenly dancing together across the bar, a bit too close for comfort.

“What is she doing with that geezer,” he mumbles.

“Liam! Jealousy is unbecoming of you,” you gasp in mock disbelief.

“I’m not jealous,” he scoffs, and you quickly realize that he actually is, even though you had just been joking. Your jaw falls slack as you put two and two together. Liam and Millie were always by each other’s side, at school, at the pub, when you were all watching a movie at his apartment a few nights ago. He would tease her relentlessly and his own words rang in your ears If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what. 

“Shut up! Shut up!,” you whisper yell, hand coming to your mouth. “I should have realized this whole time… of course you like Millie! Everything you’ve been telling me you think exists between me and Rafe has actually been about her! She’s your Uno reverse card!” You’re shocking even yourself at these revelations.

“No no no, you can’t use my own words of wisdom against me, that’s not how this works Y/n. So what, maybe I slightly give a shit about Millie? Who cares. Her and I both know that’s never gonna happen. I still stand by everything I said about you and Rafe so don’t think your getting off so easy on that.”

“Then tell me why you’re staring at Millie while Rafe hasn’t so much as glanced my way since the minute Lily Colts got here, hmm?”

“Oh Y/n, Y/n Y/n Y/n,” Liam tuts, shaking his head laughing as he turns to the game your group of four is about to begin. You don’t have the energy to argue with Liam over the matter right now, oblivious to the fact that Rafe had indeed been glancing your way, several times. In fact, he was glancing at you right now, as Liam reached his arm over yours to help you actually hold the paddle the right way. You just hadn’t been glancing back to notice, scared of what you may or may not see between him and Lily if you did. 

—

The night dies down and it’s time for the pilgrimage back to your building. You’re walking with Millie when Liam quickly falls in step with you two. You give him a knowing smirk, to which he responds with a glare behind Millie’s back, but you let the two banter as you fall behind, now walking alone. You stare ahead, eyes mindlessly settling on Lily walking in between Callum and Henry at the front of the pack. You don’t notice the pair of legs that begin moving in pace next to your own. 

“Tonight, by the way,” Rafe’s voice startles you as you jump next to him. He chuckles at the confusion written all over your face. “You asked last night when we’re watching the next episode. And my answer is tonight, L/n,” he states.

“Haven’t you been up since like the crack of dawn? Aren’t you tired?” you ask incredulously.

“Too tired for Game of Thrones? Never,” he scoffs, Liam’s words ringing in your ear. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Well then tonight it is,” you smile. “Sorry about the french fries last night by the way,” you say meekly, looking down at the sidewalk in front of you, cheeks burning.

“Seriously L/n, talk about a horrible throw. Room for improvement,” he jokes with a comforting smile, saving you from yourself.

“Good game by the way,” you add, grateful for the way he was letting you off. 

“Thanks,” he looks at you, shoving his hands in his pocket. You turn to look at him too, and after a few moments laughter is taking you both apart. Nothing funny was said. Neither of you knew why you were laughing. And yet it felt natural, not an ounce of awkwardness in the air.

As your whole group walks into the building, people begin to peel off, splitting towards staircases and off elevator stops. 

“I’m fucking beat,” yawns Topper, as you and all your flatmates file into your hall. 

“I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight,” Millie yawns in agreement. One by one everyone files off into their rooms. You open your door, backing into yours, Rafe across the hall from you backing into his. Laughter tugs at both your faces once again, as you let your doors close. You manage to change into your sweats and brush your teeth before you hear the light rap on your door. Rafe enters, in a t-shirt and gray sweatpants, your weakness. But you feel comfortable being alone with him now. The Rafe jitters had finally began to subside. 

“Alright L/n, episode 4, you ready for this?” he asks, plopping down in his spot next to you. 

“Oh I’m very ready,” you reply, sitting up to reach for your laptop which was resting by your feet. As you lean back, you find yourself in Rafe’s arm. He had extended it out before you sat back, effortlessly catching you against him. His hand rests casually on your arm, and you gulp, pressing play. You pray he can’t feel the way your heartbeat quickens and your body flushes. So much for those jitters being gone. 

The episode plays, you and Rafe making comments here and there before your chatter eventually dies down, leaving just the sound of the show to fill the room. You can feel Rafe’s body lean further and further down, becoming heavier and breathing slower. You very slowly turn to check, and sure enough he’s fast asleep. You sigh, and shut your laptop, careful not to stir him. You could easily shake him awake, tell him to go to his bed, but for some reason you don’t. You don’t mind him here. In fact, you almost prefer it, his body heat keeping you warm. He had already slept over once before and it clearly hadn’t been a big deal, so what was the harm in letting it happen again? You’re just friends after all, you remind yourself, not sure who you’re trying to convince. And so, the two friends fall asleep in the same bed again. 

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🏷: @hopebaker​ @pogueslandia​ @mardema​

[msmarvelouswinchester]

Call You Mine

Summary - When Y/N meets Jensen on the set of Supernatural, her life takes an unexpected turn. Never in her wildest dreams, Y/N thought that their casual friendship will change into something sinful after they shoot a risqué scene together one night.

Pairing - Jensen x Y/N, Jensen x OFC!Millie

Warnings - Angst, infidelity, mentions of guilt and despair, explicit mention of extramarital affairs, SMUT 18+ minors DNI (p in v, fingering, dirty talk), slight mention of Dom!Jensen (it's very slight), fluff, a happy ending.

WC - 3052

Square Filled - Free Space ( @supernatural-jackles' Tell Me A Story Bingo); Song Based Fic ( @spnmixedbingo )

A/N 1 - This is a submission for @tvdspngirl314's challenge. My prompt was "I met a girl, we talked, it was epic."

Also this is a submission for @negans-lucille-tblr's "7Ks of the Week Challenge" (Congratulations on your 7k)

@deangirl93's 500 followers challenge (congrats on your 500). My prompt was the song "I Can't Quit You Baby". All prompts are in bold.

A/N 2 - This is a work of pure fiction and irl I absolutely do not support the act of cheating in a relationship. No hate towards the Ackles fam. I love Danneel and for the sake of the fic, Jensen is married to an OFC and not Dee.

Beta'd by @miss-nerd95 (Thanks, hon <33)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

I can't quit you baby

So I'm gonna put you down for awhile

I said I can't quit you baby

I guess I gotta put you down for awhile

“Jensen...” The name rolled off her tongue effortlessly as the man’s fingers danced across her bare skin, his electrifying touch leaving Y/N breathless, panting and begging for more. The very touch of his that had started it all.

Everyone always expressed how being in love was the most exhilarating feeling in the world, but no one ever spoke about the perils of being in love with a person who already belonged to someone else. The ring on Jensen's finger served as a wistful and painful reminder of that.

As soon as the doors had closed, the actor had backed up Y/N against the elevator, letting her see the need in his eyes. His hands had sneaked behind her, his fingers entangling with the strands of her hair, completely messing the hairstyle she had pulled off for the m&g panel in the evening. Her hands landed on his biceps, trying to steady herself. Their lips moulded together so perfectly as if they were made for each other, but it pained Y/N to think that she was nothing but his dirty mistress.

Their relationship, if she could even call it one, was all about clandestine meets, stolen stares and subtle touches. Jensen was like a drug for her and she was high on the thrill of being with him even if he was gone in the morning, leaving her behind with nothing but guilt.

Jensen had closed the door of the suite behind him as they stepped into Y/N’s room together. With lips swollen from their heavy makeout in the elevator, he wasted no time as she found herself pinned to the wall by the actor's strong hands. In the fairly lit room, she noticed his wedding band was now missing. Y/N knew Jensen and his wife's relationship was on the rocks even before she had started to work on the SPN set. Which was also the reason why few months ago, the hide-and-seek between them and the hungry paps with cameras had started.

Hands on her hips, Jensen had pulled her close on the set, more than the director demanded it. That night, he had found himself standing inside her trailer, after the fated shot. The heart wants what it wants and just as the saying went, they had given in to their burning desires. In a moment of weakness, Jensen had broken off every single one of his vows and destroyed any hope of salvaging his relationship with his estranged wife.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Jensen ripped her blouse off, unhooking her bra quickly, barely containing his eagerness before stepping out of his own jacket. Y/N clutched at the ends of the counter, knocking off the magazines lying on top of it and draping her other arm around Jensen's firm body. He delicately cupped her face as his mouth devoured hers. She could taste the mint and coffee on his lips feeling his teeth graze roughly against her, making her moan into him. The actor pushed her legs apart with his knees and stood close between her thighs as his tongue explored every inch of her mouth.

In desperate need of air, they momentarily separated before Jensen dipped his head down again, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down her neck. Y/N’s legs buckled under his hypnotic touch when his mouth found her pulse point and she supported herself against his body. Jensen's hands moved down to her breasts, kneading them. His fingers caressed her hard nipples before his mouth latched onto one sensitive bud.

“Jay, please-” Y/N could only form two words as Jensen flicked her nipple while his fingers worked on the other one, spurring her on. Words weren't quite necessary, cause the man knew exactly what she needed. He knew her every tic, her every emotion like the back of his hand and Y/N was aware of that fact as well. No one could ever worship her body like he did.

Jensen was still wearing the black polo shirt, his noticeable bulge painfully straining in his jeans. She felt her wetness dampening the fabric of her panties as she thrusted her hips forward in need of some friction, her heated core brushing against his bulge.

Pulling apart for a second, Jensen’s viridian eyes studied her as his hands sneaked under her skirt. He watched her intently as she sucked on her bottom lip, closing her eyes when his fingers grazed past her soakedpanties.

A moan escaped her wet lips when Jensen's fingers hooked themselves with the waistband and in one swift pull, got rid of the panties. It quickly glided down her legs, pooling at her feet. He teased her by flicking at her bundle of nerves, making her lean her head back against the wall.

Y/N swayed on her feet a little, her hold on his shoulders tightening as she finally felt her legs give away when his fingers rubbed circles on her clit.

“Fuck-” she panted as he pushed a single finger inside her.

“Have you been thinkin’ about me all day?” Jensen leaned towards her ears, his scruff grazing across her neck. Y/N nodded, not trusting her voice, eyes still squeezed shut in sheer ecstasy.

“Sweetheart, use your words.” He ordered as his finger curled inside her.

“Yeah-fuck, yes.” Jensen kissed below her ear, smirking against her skin when she obediently answered him.

“I have been thinkin’ about you too, counting down the hours till I could get you alone.” He whispered against her neck. She mewled at the feeling of him adding another finger, his thick digits stretching her out as they curled inside her. “That little dress wasn't helping either.”

“Uh-huh,” she could feel the coil inside her tightening as his finger worked their way inside her, his thumb rubbing at her folds and clit, edging her on.

“I have thinkin’ all day about you clenching around my fingers and then my cock-” his words had an immediate effect as she clenched around his fingers as he kept pumping into her, “you've thinkin’ about that too, huh?” Y/N nodded again.

“What did I say? Words.” His other hand travelled down her body, stopping at her stomach and he pinched at her waist. “Words, baby.”

“I-I have been thinki-” Y/N panted when she realised she was close to her climax. Jensen picked up his pace and pumped his fingers faster into her, brushing past her g-spot over and over again.

When you hear me moaning and groaning, baby,

You know it hurts me deep down inside

When you hear me moaning and groaning, baby,

You know it hurts me deep down inside

Oh, when you hear me, honey, baby,

You know you're my one desire

“Lemme say it, sweetheart. I know you've been thinking how I would make you come on my fingers, how my dick is gonna fill you up, make you come all over me. Don't lie.” Jensen's every assumption was right to the dot. She had been thinking of everything to the last detail since the moment she watched him get out of his car, right outside of the convention building. But there was another thought on her mind, the image of him pushing her against one of the counters of his empty brewery a few weeks ago with him buried deep inside her.

That was the last she had seen Jensen before the convention as he had gone back home to his wife.

His wife.

The one woman he had promised to be with in sickness and health, till death do them apart. Guilt clouded Y/N’s mind but all rational thoughts flew out of the window when he lowered his head, kissing the neck and the coil inside her finally snapped.

With a cry of his name, she came undone on his fingers, her legs finally giving away but Jensen's hold prevented her from toppling over. He pulled his fingers out as she whimpered at the feeling. His digits still covered in her juices, Jensen pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it somewhere in the room. Y/N panted, trying to come down from the high but she wanted more. She needed to feel him.

“Y/N-” Jensen rasped, looking right at her with lust blown eyes. Y/N smacked her lips at the sight of his freckled, toned body.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” He smirked as Y/N eagerly reached out for his belt buckle.

“Uh-huh.” She agreed. Jensen bit back a moan when she reached out to palm his bulge. He threw his head back at the feeling of her hand on his erection through his jeans.

“It has been weeks-” Jensen said, clearly hinting at their last time together at the brewery. He quickly unbuckled his belt, pushing down his jeans along with his boxers, his erection springing free from its confines.

“Baby, it has been weeks since I felt your tight pussy wrapped around me. Fuck.” Y/N looked at him with hooded eyes and wrapped her fingers around his length, running her palm along its shaft and her thumb rubbed the tip of his cock, already lined with beads of precum. Jensen hiked her skirt up, pushing her hands away and gave his hard cock a few slow strokes. He nudged her sensitive core with his swollen tip, all while pulling out sweet, sinful noises out of her.

“Jay,” he loved hearing her needy moans, her voice raspy when she called out his name. His hands grabbed her ass and picked her up. Hooking her legs and arms behind him, with her back still firmly pushed up against the wall, Jensen lined himself with at her entrance.

Grunting, he pushed himself into her and wrapped his arms around her body. Y/N’s mouth fell open with an inaudible moan at the feeling of his cock stretching her out. Jensen placed a chaste kiss on her lips as he let her adjust to his size before slowly pulling out of her, leaving only the tip of his engorged cock inside, and pushed back in again, much deeper than before.

Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him close as she bucked up her hips to match his rhythm. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Jensen grunted as he started to thrust faster.

Y/N whimpered, her eyes fluttering close as Jensen snapped his hips forward before slowly drawing them back. With every thrust, she inched closer to her release as their breathing became ragged. The actor’s skin was flushed, his cheeks turning a bright red with beads of sweat lining his forehead as he felt her clench around her. Her nails dug into his back as the coil inside her tightened.

“‘M so close,” she whispered, as he continued to mercilessly pound into her.

“Cum around my cock, baby. I wanna feel you all over me-” Jensen growled into her ears, tugging on her earlobes with his teeth and his breath tickled her neck, making her quiver. Jensen had an effect on her that no one ever had. Sometimes, she would say to herself that Millie was a really lucky woman who got to have Jensen all the time and not just on convention weekends and sneaky nights spent in his empty brewery or a trailer park.

And Y/N was the one who was ruining their relationship. A home-wrecker. The tabloids would rightfully call her that if they ever found out about their twisted relationship.

“Jensen, fuck-” a cry of pure ecstasy left her lips as the coil inside her snapped once more and she felt herself coming undone for the second time that night. Jensen's thrust had become sloppy. He rocked his hips forward, thrusting a few more times. Burying his face in the crook of her neck a muffled scream of her name escaped his lips as he spilled into her, his white, hot seed coating her walls.

He lazily circled his hips a few times, his cock becoming soft inside her before he pulled out of her. His cum trickled down her leg, when he set her down, Y/N felt herself go weak in her knees when she tried to stand.

“Hi,” Jensen smiled, their eyes meeting, before he leaned forward.

“Hi.” Y/N whispered back. They stood together, holding each other closely with their foreheads touching. Guilt seeped into her and so did despair but she didn't regret any moment they spent together.

“Let me clean up the mess,” Jensen said.

“I'm gonna hop into the shower.” She said, holding out the hope that he would join her but he didn't.

“Alright.” It was all he said. Dejected, she pulled away from him and made her way towards the shower. All she wanted was to spend every single minute with him before he went back to his room to keep up the facade of his happily married life.

In the shower, Y/N thought about the day she had first met Jensen when she was a newbie on the set and reflected back on their rollercoaster of a relationship. There was an instant connection between them. Jensen was always such a gentleman. He truly cared for her, but love... she didn't know if even the idea of love existed between them or if she was just an affair.

She stepped out of the bathroom and saw that Jensen was now In his boxers. He gave her a nod and moved past her into the bathroom. A sad smile formed on her lips as she watched him walk away. She put on a comfortable pair of pjs and crawled into the bed, under the covers, waiting for the exact moment when Jensen stepped out of the bathroom and put on his clothes. And just like every other time, she would watch him leave after he kissed her forehead and told her he doesn't have a choice.

This time though, it was going to be different.

Y/N didn't want Jensen to leave, neither did she want to watch him go so she squeezed her eyes shut, adamant of not responding when he walked up to her.

She flinched when he heard the bathroom door shut. She counted down the minutes till the goodbye kiss but instead she felt the other side of the bed dip down with a familiar weight. Opening her eyes, she felt his hand wrapping around her waist. Jensen was in her bed. She turned to face him.

He was breathing slowly. His long lashes rested against his cheek and his freckled face reflected the look of absolute contentment.

Said you know I love you baby

My love for you I could never hide

Oh, you know I love you baby

My love for you I could never hide

Oh when I feel you near me little girl

I know you are my one desire

“You're staring.” He whispered.

“You're staying.” She replied back, making his beautiful eyes flutter open.

Pursing his lips together, he said, “Do you not want me to?”

“No-I mean, yes. Stay…But, what about Jared?”

“What about him?” He scrunched up his face in confusion.

“What if he finds out about us?” Y/N asked as she panicked. Hiding this relationship from Jared was the hardest task. He was like a brother to Jensen so he didn't want to lie to him but it was important to keep him in the shadows.

“Let him find out. I don't care anymore-”

“Jensen!” Y/N exclaimed. She didn't understand what was going on in his mind.

“It's okay, Y/N.” He said.

“How is it okay?”

“Millie and I are over. I finally ended it.”

Her mouth fell open in complete surprise. Of everything she had expected, this was the last thing she was anticipating to hear. “Our relationship was long dead anyway. We have separated. I'm filing for a divorce once I go back home this week.” Y/N would lie if she said that the thought of him choosing her over his wife had never crossed her mind.

“It's all because of me, isn't it-”

“No. No, sweetheart. We were already over even before I met you. I was just too scared to admit it to myself but then I met a girl, we talked. It was epic and the thought of losing her scared me more than anything else.” Jensen caressed her cheek, a gentle smile gracing his lips. He felt a burden being lifted from his shoulders. He could finally be with the woman he truly loved.

“Does this mean no more hiding?” She said, tears pooled in her eyes. Y/N needed to hear him say it now that she could shout it from the rooftops Jensen belonged to her, and she to him.

“Being with you made me realise what I was missing. All this while, I wasted my time trying to work on a dead relationship when I should have realised sooner that it was a lost case. That you are the one I want 'cause baby, I can't quit you. Millie and I would have never worked out no matter how many couple’s therapy we went to….I have never regretted a single moment I have spent with you. I love what we have. I love you.” Her breath hitched in her throat as she took in everything he said. Her mind was reeling from his sudden declaration. A single tear rolled down her cheek, as the corners of her lips tugged up, forming a smile but she was too overwhelmed to say anything, which Jensen took the wrong way and it scared him.

“Y/N-” his smile disappeared as his hand dropped from her cheeks, “I want you to be mine. Will you be mine?” Y/N immediately moved towards him. Her hands raked through his soft hair before she pulled him in for a longing kiss.

“I didn't even realise when I became yours but I know it happened at some point, Jay. I love you so much.” Y/N said. With smiles and their eyes sparkling with newfound happiness, they stayed in bed as Y/N nuzzled into his side. Jensen's warm hands were wrapped around her and she smiled against his chest. For the first time, the fear of losing Jensen didn't cross her mind because she knew he would stay with her that night and all that would follow. She was going to wake up with him by her side and didn't have to sneak behind anyone's back anymore.

She was happy and in love and so was Jensen.

Feedback is highly appreciated!

[the196thbattalion]

star wars human! high school! au

i’ve seen so many headcanons circling throughout the star wars tumblr about high school au’s, so i wanted to share my bit with all of you :D

anakin skywalker

five words: REBEL CHILD ON A MOTORCYCLE.

he doesn’t like riding the school bus because it makes him feel extremely claustrophobic, so he scrapped and scavenged up parts to make his own customized motorcycle, which he lovingly dubbed artoo.

the blue and silver detailing was the joint effort of ahsoka and obi-wan, because anakin doesn’t know how to paint.

if he can catch up to the bus, he’ll ride alongside it and flip off the students on it before revving on ahead of them. (the freshmen think it’s the funniest thing in the universe)

probably one of the most well-known juniors in the entirety of temple high school (mostly because of his shenanigans but partly because he’s dating padme fuckiNG AMIDALA, PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE DAMN SCHOOL)

he always wears this worn-down leather jacket his mom gave to him before she passed away, and refuses to take it off, even though it’s somehow “a violation of the dress code and should be outlawed.”

his hair alone has seduced eight different students (boys and girls)

sometimes during study hall, ahsoka or padme will get a hold of his hair and style it into little braids or make a super rad ponytail.

he really likes iced coffee with milk and sugar. he puts in the milk to make it nice and light (it’s aesthetically pleasing, obi-wan!), and then like eight tablespoons of sugar to make it actually taste good.

his favorite class is mechanics, taught by kit fisto.

anakin spent months on a mechanical arm project to replace his clunky plastic prosthetic, and he was so freaking happy when it was finished; he almost cried. (he did cry and ahsoka got it on video)

obi-wan kenobi

a mixture of the soft™, pretty™, hippie™, grunge™, vsco™ and nerd™ tropes.

he really likes peppermint tea with lots of honey but takes his coffee black.

he has had too much tea.

someone needs to stop him.

almost all of his classes are ap courses, and if cody hadn’t been watching when obi-wan was making his schedule, all of them would be.

him, cody and padme have ap english with mace windu, and cody knows how much his classes stress him out, so he lets obi-wan sleep during class and sends him the notes

the only ap class obi-wan doesn’t take is mechanics, and he shares that class with anakin.

anakin and obi-wan are super close with each other. kenobi was there when ahsoka was adopted, and anakin was there when kenobi got his cat. (they were like 5 okay)

“NAME IT C3PO OBI-WAN, OR I SWEAR TO FUCK-” “what kind of name is that, and why would i - anAKIN PUT HIM DOWN!?”.

mr. fisto constantly has to split them up for disrupting the class, but it’s almost like they can communicate telepathically, and the teachers have a running bet

mace windu literally bet $50 on these fucking nerds so you know it’s for realsies

in reality, they’ve just gotten super creative with passing notes.

kind of off topic, but he has these brown harry potter glasses that he uses (kinda for reading???? but mostly so he can do that anime pushing up glasses thing)

cody thinks it’s the funniest shit ever

whenever cody is feeling stressed, obi-wan just does the thing™ and BOOM! happiness.

people think he’s a goodie two shoes, and honestly, it’s really easy to think that. if the iconics are trying to do something stupid, he’s usually the voice of reason.

but parties?

…

you know what, just ask anakin for the video footage.

ahsoka tano

this hs!au ahsoka tano turned me bisexual confirmed ✔

okay before i go into her style, which is mainly what made me drool over my computer, can i just put skatergirl!ahsoka out there?

spray painting of the rebellion symbol all over the bottom of her board and on items in a couple of the places where she skates the most (like the back of an abandoned car yard)

her instagram is filled with these super cool vhs-tape recorded skate videos (u know)

lots crackhead 3am visits (starring anakin, rex, kenobi and barris) to a gas station to get slushies and grind the shit out of the curb connecting the store to the parking lot

trying to teach anakin how to skateboard but he just can’t figure it out? uh yes

“try to balance skyguy!” “HOW DO I MOVE? DO I SCOOT? SNIPS THIS ISN’T FUNNY AND I WANT TO GET OFF – GUYS, STOP LAUGHING!”

okay okay okay i’m done

for now

anyway, her style???? is so???? fucking????? cool!!!!!

her genetics gave her a 80% of having vitiligo, so it really wasn’t a surprise when patches of her skin got lighter, but it still freaked her out a little bit.

basically, went like this: “DAD, I’M TURNING WHITE!” “???? oh my gosh ‘soka, no.”

she has long braided dreadlocks she dyed a super bright orange with various colored beads woven into them with the help of anakin and padme. she usually styles them into little space buns atop her head.

her entire clothing wardrobe consists of fishnets, neon bomber jackets, at least 11 bisexual beanies™, handmade patchy jeans, white tank tops, and light-up platform shoes.

she doesn’t give two flying fucks about the dress code, and – IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MOST BUSY HALLWAY - punched principal sidious over whether or not she “could wear shorts that short” (anakin may or may not have cheered when she broke his nose).

the fetts (chuck have mercy)

*cracks le knuckles* i’ve put it off long enough

we have: fox (24), wolffe (19), cody (17), rex (17), echo (16), fives (16), boil (15), waxer (14), hardcase (13), jesse (12), longshot (8), kix (6), tup (3), gree (2) and boba (9mo)

wolffe is off at college - fox already graduated and moved out, that cheeky little fucking shit - but both still keep in good contact with the fam, and it’s a constant clamor between eleven of the siblings of who gets to talk to them first

fox majored in government/politics, bly is majoring in space/astronomy, and wolffe is majoring in police/law enforcement shit (i don’t know how college works, so sue me)

cody and rex are juniors, and despite their similar looks, the amount of schoolwork each of them completes drastically varies

cody is the honor roll student, valedictorian, whatever you want to call it

rex kinda just either does the work really well or 9/10 times gets distracted by anakin or ahsoka sending him some nice spicy memes

cody tried to tutor rex but it ended up almost landing tup in the hospital

“that’s really simple, actually. if you – vod? rex, are you okay? what are you oH NO TUP DON’T PUT THAT IN YOUR MOUTH-”

fetts on the varsity football team is like a right of passage in the family

right now, only the juniors of the fett family are on the team, but the coach has eyes on fives and echo for next years team

SPEAKING OF

echo, fives and boil are the infamous sophomore trio that pulled the milk bucket prank on the gym teacher, pong krell.

they had to help the janitor (99) clean up afterwards, but they genuinely enjoyed 99’s company, because he’s rad as shit and knows all the secret school passageways.

to be honest, not one person (except maybe sidious) was complaining

that motherfucker makes everyone run like eight laps during gym class

even mr. windu gives them a small smile in the hallways after that

boil says he was blackmailed into it

waxer is a freshman (the poor dude, i’m so sorry), and he always looks out for the nervous freshies

if someone is having a bad day, he’ll give them a lollipop (he carries around a whole bag), a place to sit during lunch, and a shoulder to cry on

all you need to do to find waxer is to locate this long ass line of children

the school counselor, plo koon, sometimes brings his niece numa into school during the day because he can’t find a babysitter, and waxer. fucking. loves. her. PERIOD.

w+n pull these tiny little pranks on teachers, and the staff pretends not to notice, but numa always giggles and gives them away.

boil has a soft spot for numa too, and sneaks her rice krispies.

bonus shit i want to add in but can’t figure out where to put it (or i’m just gonna add it on and shit)

plo koon adopted anakin after his mother died (him and anakin’s mother were good friends), and found ahsoka on the side of the street, shivering like a maniac.

he doesn’t know where ahsoka came from, but he loves her so gOD DAMN MUCH.

he’s the school counselor, and still keeps in touch with a lot of students even after the graduated (he thinks that majoring in law enforcement/police is a bit dangerous for wolffe but he still supports his unofficial but basically son 100%)

yoda is the super old but radically rad english teacher.

his entire point of existence in my mind fic is to troll the shit out of palpatine.

a recent conversation starring yoda and palps: “did you give the students the mountain of extra work i assigned them?” “for the students, that was?” i’m sorry. my bad, that is.” “this is the seventh time, yoda.”

okay but for real

mace windu violently roots for the school football team.

“BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM, CODY! YOU TOO...OTHER CODY!”

“THAT’S A HOLDING! THAT’S A HOLDING!”

“REF IF YOU DON’T COUNT THAT TOUCHDOWN THEN I SWEAR TO SAMUEL L. JACKSON I WILL COME DOWN THERE AND BEAT YOUR SORRY PINSTRIPED ASS!”

[artificialqueens]

Galactica, Chapter 55 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Thanksgiving went on for 17 million years. (AKA 5 Chapters) We laughed, we cried (did we cry? I don’t think we cried – except for Adore maybe), we fucked on some stairs until our knees gave out...

This Chapter: Pearl makes a getaway, Raven carbs up, and Violet returns to work with help from a very special assistant.

***

“Pearl! Pearl, wake up!”

Pearl stirred, a hand shaking her, and opened her eyes. Fame was leaning over her, a sleep mask pushed up on her forehead, a frantic expression in her eyes.

It had been a long night. When Pearl arrived at the townhouse, they’d at down and had a long heart to heart, Pearl tearfully confessing the whole sordid tale of her and Adore over tea and leftover cranberry apple crisp, Fame even going the extra mile and topping it with an uncharacteristic scoop of ice cream--she must really have seemed pathetic. Pearl told her everything, and while Fame was understanding, she didn’t hold back or let her off the hook either, pointing out where she thought she’d fucked up, how she could have done better, and why Adore was justified in her hurt and anger. It was difficult to hear at times, but Pearl appreciated her honesty. Most of all, she appreciated that Fame stayed to listen, giving her the space to talk it out, sometimes resting a hand on her thigh just to let her know that she was still there.

After that, cried out and emotionally exhausted, they’d climbed into Fame’s bed to snuggle and watch TV, Pearl’s eyelids soon drooping heavily. When Patrick got home, Pearl had offered to leave, of course, but he saw how tired she was and insisted she stay, Fame sleeping in the middle of the bed.

Now, it was morning and Fame was apparently in a tizzy over something. Pearl rubbed her eyes.

“What’s going on?”

“The chef’s idiot assistant let in my in-laws without asking. I have no idea why they’re here so early, we clearly said brunch was at noon!” Fame fretted, Patrick buttoning his shirt in the background.

Pearl tried to catch up. “The chef?”

“Oh my god, what are we going to do?!” Fame explained, hands pressed to her cheeks.

“She could go out the window…” Patrick joked.

“Yes!” Fame turned back to Pearl. “Get dressed, you’re going out the window.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Pearl asked. “That’s dangerous!”

“Use the trellis!”

“Darling, I was kidding,” Patrick said gently.

“Well, I’m not!” Fame snapped her fingers. “Where are her pants?”

Patrick handed over Pearl’s skinny jeans, shaking his head. “Can’t we just say that one of your employees came for an early meeting?”

“Oh yeah Patrick, an early meeting on the Saturday after Thanksgiving. Here in our bedroom. Sounds totally respectable. I can’t believe this, we’re never using chef John again! Pearl, hurry up.” She got up and walked to the window that overlooked the backyard, unlocking it and opening it wide.

“Was he supposed to let them just wait on the front stoop?”

“Patrick,” Fame said sternly, in that tone that told them both that she was not fucking around. “If you’re not going to offer any other solutions, you can just go downstairs and entertain your stupid family.”

“I’m gonna let that one slide,” Patrick said as he walked to the door. “And Pearl, godspeed. Try to avoid the rose bushes if you fall.”

“So, is this your way of telling me that I’m not staying for brunch with the fam?” Pearl asked, putting on her jacket and slinging her messenger bag over her shoulder.

“Pearl.” That same tone again, entirely unamused.

Pearl stepped up to her at the window, looking out. The good news was, there was a high cement wall that would likely break her fall before the ground. Worst case scenario, she’d break a bone...or two.

“This is the first time I’ve done anything like this since high school,” she giggled, then reached out and touched Fame’s hand. “Thanks for last night.”

“Of course,” Fame replied, softening for a moment, leaning in to give her a gentle kiss on the mouth. “Anytime.”

“Anytime except right now, you mean?”

“Exactly,” Fame said, helping her climb onto the window ledge and over to the trellis. “Once you get down to the garden, make sure to go around that way,” she pointed, “And duck when you pass the windows.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

***

“Now,” Juju took the dinosaur tray from the counter, handing it to her son, his pancakes carefully cut up, “take it slow when-” Juju was cut off as Owen grabbed the tray, practically spinning around in his haste to make it back to the family room. “Hey! I said take it slow young man!”

It was a Sanderson family tradition to spend the Saturday after Thanksgiving with pajamas, pancakes and TV, and even though Kelly had gotten too old to join, their teenager leaving the house almost as soon as they had made it back from Boston, Juju knew with absolute certainty that she’d find a toddler under each of her husband's arms, time with dad something the twins valued above anything else.

“They grow up so fast.” Raven smiled, her best friend sitting at the kitchen counter in a set of soft pink silk pajamas, twirling a bit of hair around her finger.

“Don’t even say it,” Juju sighed, cutting up the last of the fruit so she could make Raven a plate too. “It feels like we just left the hospital.”

“You’ll have another little one soon.”

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” Juju smirked, and Raven laughed, taking the offered assortment of fruit that Juju handed her, but then, something crazy happened. Raven grabbed two pancakes too, putting them on her plate.

“Hey girly, what’re you doing?” Juju didn’t normally care about Raven’s diets--actually, she tried not to be involved in them at all whenever she could, but she had already spotted her best friend putting creamer in her coffee. Juju worked in fashion as well, several houses and magazines using her on shoots, but she didn’t think she’d ever really understand the sacrifices models went through. Sure, it was part of their job to go to the gym, but she didn’t think she’d ever be able to do it, even though Raja had made it seem effortlessly easy when she had been in her prime. “I know Sutan isn’t here, but I don’t believe the warden has relaxed the rules that much.”

“Well.” Raven looked uncharacteristically insecure for a moment, crossing her arms. “I’ve decided I’m done doing swimwear.”

“Oh?” Juju knew Raven had campaigns coming up in December, her friend complaining about it the last time they saw each other.

“Yes.” Raven nodded. “I’m done. It’s not worth the money, when it’s killing me to stay in runway shape year round.”

“Okay.” Juju nodded, sort of understanding where Raven was coming from. When she wasn’t walking fashion weeks where everyone had to fit sample sizes, the industry loved her curves, Raven smoking hot when she allowed herself to get to a size 4 or even a 6, which was a much more accurate representation of what her body actually looked like. “And Tan is cool with it?”

Somehow, it worked for Raven to have her fiancée’s brother as a manager, but Juju knew without a shadow of a doubt that she would have killed Detox if he ever tried to make decisions on her career, even the idea of Raja, Fame, heck, even Bianca moving in on her turf making her genuinely uncomfortable.

“I…” Raven clicked her tongue. “Might not have told him yet.”

***

“Urgh,” Sutan groaned as he flopped on the couch, face first, a white t-shirt clinging to his chest. “Fuck.”

“Hello,” Violet was biting her lip in an effort not to smile, her boyfriend absolutely exhausted, his duffle bag thrown somewhere on the floor. “Did you have a nice time at the gym?”

They had been in the middle of breakfast, Violet making her way through a coconut yogurt when Sutan had gotten a call, his eyes widening to an almost comical size when he recognized the number, the horror on his face telling the clear story of how he had completely forgotten.

“My trainer is an absolute sadist.”

“Mmh?” Violet had never seen him move so fast, Sutan drowning his coffee in one big gulp, barely pressing a kiss against her temple before he had rushed out the door, grabbing what was apparently an emergency gym bag from the hallway closet.

“He made me do 25 extra sets of everything for being late. Can you believe I’m paying someone to torture me?” Sutan toed his shoes off, winching at the movement as he got on his back, putting his head on her thigh, his hair still slightly damp. “I thought I was going to die.”

Violet had wondered why Sutan had never let her be around when he went to the gym, the man only going on nights or mornings when they weren’t spending time together.

Now, it seemed like she had her answer.

“Poor you.” Violet smiled, running her fingers over his forehead, the TV playing quietly in the background.

“I know you don’t mean that,” Sutan looked up at her, “but I’ll take it.”

“You know,” Violet bit her lip not to yawn, the smallest of efforts almost taking her out, putting their breakfast away and getting to the couch feeling like enormous tasks. “I’m going to be so jealous once I’m off my pain killers.”

Violet tried not to think too hard about what a broken bone actually meant, not being able to run or even do yoga to manage her emotions a complete nightmare.

“Seriously?” Sutan lifted an eyebrow, and Violet ran a finger over it. “When I was 23, you couldn’t force me to go to the gym.” Sutan smiled. “Not that Raja’s model diet made it necessary.”

“You were on a model diet?”

“Beat having to cook for myself.” Sutan grinned, and Violet could totally imagine it, the Amrull twins chugging their way through green smoothies side by side.

“How long did you actually live with Raja?”

“Literal decades,” Sutan snorted. “God I’m ancient.”

“I like to think of you as finely aged wine.”

“HA!” Sutan laughed, and Violet couldn’t help but smile. She loved watching him laugh, loved seeing his face scrunch up with happiness. “For that lovely eyes,” Sutan pointed up at her. “You get to stay another week.”

“Oh…” Violet paused, “I, umh, I didn’t…” She had felt so happy just moments before, but now, she could feel the uncertainty crawl up her spine. “We never actually talked about… You don’t have to do-”

It wasn’t like her at all, but Violet had simply not considered the week to come, hadn’t even thought about where she would be staying, what she would be wearing, what she’d be doing with herself beyond believing Sutan when he said he’d get her to work Monday.

“Violet.” Sutan reached up, grabbing her neck, his fingers easily holding her. “You live on the 5th floor with no elevator.”

“And I appreciate your help, but I’d never want to-”

“You’re staying here. No argument. I’d be a terrible boyfriend, fuck, I’d be a terrible friend, if I wasn’t cool with you staying here.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” Sutan nodded. “Besides,” He pulled on Violet’s neck, forcing her down so he could press a kiss against her lips. “I like having you around.”

Sutan smirked, and Violet couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks.”

***

“Where do you think you’re going?” Katya was whispering as she looked over at her fiancé. She and Trixie were in the movies, Annabelle playing on the screen.

“I have to pee, I had an extra large soda.”

Katya placed her hand on Trixie’s chest, pushing him down into the seat, keeping him in place. “No.”

“What?!” Trixie hissed.

“I said no.”

And in that moment Trixie saw how Katya was smiling, and he felt a surge of arousal go through him.

“Okay…”

Trixie leaned back in his chair, Katya’s hand on his chest ending up on his stomach where it rested, keeping him in place.

Trixie couldn’t help but squirm, arousal and the need to pee getting mixed up in his head, a heavy sensation settling over his entire body, his fingers drumming on the seat, restless energy filling him as the movie continued.

“Katya, please…” Tixie hissed, the stupid movie not even halfway done. “I’m about to explode.”

“No.”

Katya smiled, picking up her drink, her lips closing around the straw as she oh so slowly drank the rest of her own small soda, the sound causing chills to run over Trixie’s spine.

Katya held him in seat through the credits, and Trixie had tears in his eyes, he had to pee so badly, but Katya had told him he couldn’t, so he wouldn’t, because he was her good boy.

The very last name ran over the screen, and Katya removed her hand, Trixie shooting up from his seat, his jacket and even his bag forgotten as he ran to the bathroom, a sense of euphoria rushing over him as he could finally, finally, finally pee, his entire body shivering in delight.

***

When Bob heard the design floor door open, he instantly perked up, whirling around in his chair.

“Well well well!” he exclaimed, yelling out to the floor, his oversized coffee mug in hand, a pencil tucked behind her ear. “Look who’s back!”

“Hi everyone,” Violet came through the door, a happy but unsure smile on her face. It was clear that she wanted to wave, but she was stuck with her crutches, a bulgy cast on her ankle.

Violet looked over her shoulder, and Bob felt his eyes bulge out as none other than silver fox of the year, Sutan Amrull, came through the door in an impeccable suit, Violet’s purse and what had to be both of their jackets on his arm.

“I knew it!” Bob cried out, slapping his desk with his hand. “I knew those two were dating! No lipstick my ass!”

He looked around triumphantly, everyone's attention now divided between Bob and the pair at the door, Sutan looking on with a raised eyebrow and a smile on his lips, while Violet seemed like she was wishing that the floor would open up and swallow her whole.

“Good work, Sherlock.” Jovan drawled, his head in his hand as he was sitting backwards on his chair. “How’d you figure that one out?”

“Well you see-” Bob grinned, just about to go on a tangent, when he was cut off by his boyfriend, Maxwell leaning against his desk.

“I literally told you they were dating a fucking week ago.”

“Right.” Bob huffed. “But you’re always wrong about this stuff.”

Sure. Max had told him that about the whole Violet falling thing, the drama with Aiden the talk of the department, but he hadn’t actually believed it when Max had said he had seen Sutan Amrull press a kiss against Violet’s temple, the two of them apparently leaving together.

“Are your coworkers always this much fun?”

Bob’s head whipped at the sound of Sutan’s voice, the man smiling as he looked down at Violet, one of his hands in his suit pocket.

“Don’t answer that Chachki!” Jovan yelled out, making everyone laugh. “Just come on over here!”

Violet looked extremely relieved to be called for, and Sutan followed behind her as she swung herself across the room on her crutches-- No hobbling for that bitch.

“Man, look at you go!” Bob grinned, walking over to Jovan and Violet’s desks, his own work completely abandoned. “It’s like you’ve been using those things all your life!”

“Thanks Bob,” Violet replied drily, even though she was smiling. She looked a lot better than he expected, her hair and makeup done to her usual perfect standards, curls cascading down her back. She was wearing a long sleeved black dress with a high-waisted skirt, and even a heel on her good foot, Violet Chachki as always picture perfect.

“I cannot believe you’re wearing heels with crutches. You’re an icon, and we should all aspire to your standards.”

“You’d fail.”

“Ha!” Jovan snorted, the man giving Violet’s shoulder a quick squeeze before he returned to his computer.

“Besides.” Violet pulled out her chair, sitting down with as much grace as she could muster, shaking her head disdainfully. “It’s only 2 inches.”

“I promise you,” Sutan smiled, putting Violet’s bag down on the table. “I tried to tell her it was a terrible idea.”

“Good to know.” Bob bit his cheek not to give too much away, but on the inside, he was dancing with delight at all the delicious gossip he was gobbling up. “Hi, Bob Caldwell.” Bob held his hand out, nearly shrinking on the inside when Sutan took it. “Design Project Manager.”

“Sutan Amrull,” Sutan smiled, shaking it firmly. “Elite Model Management, though around here I’m probably better known as Raja’s brother. I assume you know her very well.”

“We sure do.” If Bob was honest, he had forgotten that Maxwell had followed him over, but what he wouldn’t forget was the ridiculous grin on his boyfriend's face as he shook hands with Sutan. “I’m Maxwell Heller. Designer.”

“I’m familiar with your work.” Sutan grinned, pulling back to take a seat on the edge of Violet’s desk and Bob wiggled his eyebrows at Max, who nudged his elbow into his side.

“What do you have there, lovely eyes?”

Bob’s eyes widened in delight as Violet looked up like she had fully forgotten they were all still there, her embroidery frame already in hand, the massive skirt she was working on tethered to it.

“The dress.” Violet smiled, the worry Bob had seen on her face when she first walked in all gone now that her work was safely back in her hands. “The couture one.”

“This is your couture dress? Let me see.” Sutan reached into his jacket pocket, taking out a pair of glasses that he quickly slipped on before he carefully picked at the skirt, taking a section that was already done, examining the work. “This is very impressive.”

“Did you hear she’s closing the Spring runway?” Bob grinned, the morning only getting better and better.

“Well,” Sutan pushed his glasses into his hair, a big smile on his face, “with a gown like this, how could she not?”

“And that’s enough for you!” Violet reached out, her cheeks pink as she took the dress from his hands, her tone stern even though she was smiling. “Thank you for fulfilling your duties as a full time boyfriend by carrying my stuff. You can leave now.”

“Boyfriend?” Maxwell squeaked, and this time, it was Bob’s turn to nudge him.

“Am I a little too old for that title?” Sutan smirked, looking between them.

“Well,” Violet interjected, her tone completely dry. “You can be my man friend if you’d prefer?”

“Ha!” Sutan snorted, a grin on his face. “And I think that’s my cue to go. I’ll text you.” He leaned over the desk, giving Violet a quick peck on the lips before standing up, shaking hands with Max and Bob and waving to Jovan as he grabbed his jacket and left.

“Damn Chachki,” Bob watched as Sutan left, his arms crossed over his chest. “We gotta hand it to you. That is one sexy fucking man.”

“Umh…” Violet paused, looking up at them, her embroidery needle already in hand. “Thank you?”

“You’re welcome.”

***

“Morning, Jackie!” Sutan waved, stopping in the assistant bullpen to check if he had gotten any physical mail. Jackie was a new girl, had originally only started out as a temp, but she had done a shockingly good job, so Elite had officially hired her a few weeks ago.

Sutan didn’t have his own personal assistant, and had never had one even though he was sure Tamisha would give him one if he asked.

“How was your Thanksgiving?”

“Great, thanks.” Jackie smiled, her brown bang swept across her forehead. She was wearing a green and yellow sweater, her nails painted in a deep orange.

Sutan loved Jackie's style, the woman always dressed like she was living in the 60s, but his favorite thing was that she was cool, calm and collected under pressure, and unlike the baby temps, she was a woman in her late 30s who hadn’t just taken the job in the hopes of becoming a model.

“Also,” Jackie lowered her voice, leaning over the desk. “Ms. Petruschin is waiting for you in your office.”

“Hmm?” Sutan raised an eyebrow. He had an open door policy, and everyone was always welcome, but usually, they were welcome when he was actually there. He hadn’t stopped for coffee after dropping Violet off at work, and now, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had made a mistake.

“She didn’t want to wait at reception, so I let her in.”

“Ah.” Sutan nodded. That sounded just about right for Raven. “Don’t worry about it. You did the right thing.”

Sutan walked over to his office, not even trying his key in the door since he knew it’d be unlocked.

“Raven!” Sutan put on his best game face, his voice light and happy. “To what do we owe the honor of your presence?”

Raven looked up from where she was sitting-- not sprawled on the couch where she’d normally be, but at a chair in front of his desk, spine ramrod straight, her Birkin carefully placed on the floor.

“... Everything okay?” Sutan shut the door behind him, quickly flicking the lock. Normally when he had his models come by, he’d take a seat behind his desk, but today, that didn’t seem like the right option, so instead, he sat on the corner of the table, looking down at his sister in law. “Raven?”

“I,” Raven bit her lip, her white teeth sinking into it. “I have something to tell you.”

“Okay?” Sutan kept his voice level, doing everything he could not to let his worry show on his face. The last time Raven had come to him like this, it had been with an absolute disaster involving several talks with a lawyer, but Raja hadn’t said anything, hadn’t given him any hints or sent a single text, so it couldn’t be that bad.

“So,” Raven took a deep breath, lifting her chin as she looked directly at him. “I don’t want to do swimwear anymore.”

“.... Okay?”

“It’s not worth it, and I hate it.”

Out of everything Sutan had dreaded. Of all the things that had flashed through his mind. This was not what he had expected at all.

“Well, that’s not a problem.”

“You’re not mad?” Raven’s eyes widened, surprise and anxiety painted on her beautiful face.

It was clear that Raven had expected him to be disappointed, or even upset, and Sutan couldn’t help but remember the inexperienced young girl he’d signed at only 17 years old.

It had been a long time since he’d been reminded of that, the Raven of today much more likely to slam a door or yell in his face, but the tough act had always been and would always be a facade to hide her obvious vulnerability.

Other agents had sometimes asked how he dealt with her, how he could remain calm in the storm of Raven’s emotions, but he had always felt responsible for her well being, and had always felt protective of her.

“Raven.” Sutan crossed his arms. “It’s your career. Your body. Your decisions. How I feel, and how the brand feels doesn’t matter if you hating it is your genuine emotion.”

Raven nodded, swallowing, and Sutan could see that it wasn’t an easy decision for her.

“As your agent, it’s my responsibility to make sure that you stick to your commitments, but cancellation fees exist for a reason.”

At that, Raven winced, two cancellation fees taking a hefty chunk out of her next paycheck, half of the money going to the brand while the other would end up in Sutan’s pocket but she didn’t protest, sticking to her decision, and that was when he knew she was serious, that she had thought it through.

“Rave,” Sutan reached out, touching her shoulder. “We’re okay.”

At that, a smile finally cracked through, a relieved sigh coming from her. “Good.”

“You know,” Sutan pushed up from the desk, walking around it. “We just got the potential for a Clinique campaign.” Sutan picked up the sales pitch he had received, Clinique sending over a courier with the products they wanted to focus on, Raven being one of their top five picks for the campaign.

“Clinique?”

“I wasn’t going to offer it to you because it conflicted with your December shoots, so I’ve been pulling alts for them, but now, it seems like we can say yes.”

“They pay well, don’t they?”

“That they do,” Sutan had to hide a smile at Raven’s obvious enthusiasm. “You haven’t filmed any commercials in a while, and I know you generally avoid speaking.”

To say that would be an understatement, a director once telling teenage Raven that he couldn’t understand her because of her Russian accent. Raven had gone directly to a speech therapist after that, even though Sutan had found it completely unnecessary, the director just a bigoted jerk.

“Consider it.” Sutan handed her the pitch. “You’d be absolutely fabulous.”

“Maybe,” Raven smirked, “if the offers are lucrative enough to be worth my time.” She tossed her long dark hair over one shoulder, and Sutan grinned.

That was the girl he knew and loved.

“Only the very best, top tier gigs for you.”

“Exactly,” Raven laughed, standing up, the pitch still in hand as she cleared her throat. “Well, guess I’m off.”

“Off to celebrate with some bonus desserts?”

“What’s it to you?”

“Nothing.” Sutan smirked. “Just remember that you’re still a model.”

“Yeah, yeah yeah, stop yapping,” Raven said, her sass fully back as she sailed out the door with a flurry of air kisses.

“Leave it open!” Sutan sat down at his desk, his plans for the day suddenly shifted around. First of all, he’d have to call up the magazine who had booked the shoots and break the news that Raven wouldn’t be available.

It’d require some smooth talk, but it was what he did best.

The real challenge of the day was convincing them to switch to another model, and hopefully, a model that resided under his own wing.

Sutan pressed the button that called for Jackie, the woman showing up before he had even opened his computer. She really was incredible at the job.

“You called?”

“I need the best possible portfolio we can make for Symone, and I need it stat.”

***

“Oh dear god…” Fame covered her eyes with her hands. “Please tell me that this has been handled, Raja, I cannot-”

“Of course it’s been handled. Trixie let Aiden go on Tuesday, and Rita took care of everything with the hospital. We’re making an attorney available to Violet if she wants to press charges.”

“Do you think she will?” Fame asked, concern creasing her brow. “That’s the last thing we-”

“Listen. We obviously can’t do anything to dissuade her, or we face an even bigger liability.”

“I know that, Raja,” Fame snapped.

“-But, my guess is that she’ll want to wash her hands of the whole thing, certainly not become embroiled in a lawsuit.”

“Right. Right…” Fame sighed. “And we’ve covering all medical costs, taxis, whatever she needs right?”

“Of course. It’s a worker’s comp thing now, so everything’s covered by insurance.”

“Good. I should probably send her something, too. Flowers, maybe. Or a little spa treatment?”

“That would be nice, I’m sure she’d appreciate it. She’s staying with Tan if you want to-”

“Courtney!” Fame called out, pausing for a few moments before shaking her head. “I swear, that girl left her head at home today. Courtney!”

***

Courtney was obsessing again, reading her last text exchange with Bianca for about the 75th time since Friday.

COURTNEY: Have a good flight! <3

BIANCA: Thx! See you next week. XX

It was so mundane, so trite, and Courtney found herself cringing inwardly every time she looked at it, wishing she’d said something deeper or smarter or more sophisticated. And the “see you next week” - did that imply that Bianca didn’t want to talk to her while she was away? It certainly sounded like it. But Courtney wanted to send her another message, wanted desperately to let her know that she was still thinking about her.

She’d been racking her brain for something, anything, to say. She could ask her a question about their upcoming meeting at Marie Claire on Friday, but something told Courtney that would be transparent and dumb, and in no way sexy anyway. What she was really thinking about, nearly constantly, was if she’d ever get to feel Bianca’s hands on her again, the heat of her mouth, the press of her perfect body. That she was ready to sell her soul for one more night together, one more exhilarating night...

But she couldn’t very well say that. She didn’t want to appear needy or crazy, even if that’s how she felt. What she’d said to Adore was tragically true: the ball was entirely in Bianca’s court. And if she was done, if she didn’t intend to see her again except at work-related events or casual encounters, then that was something Courtney would just have to live with.

The one source of hope that Courtney had, maybe a false one, was the way Bianca had kissed her goodbye. Soft and tender, cradling her face, a kiss that promised more.

Even if she’d made no such promise out loud.

Even if Courtney was an absolute idiot for thinking that’s what it meant.

“Courtney!”

Her head snapped up, realizing with a sinking feeling that Miss Fame had called her name multiple times. Shit. She grabbed her notepad and jumped up.

“Coming Miss!”

***

[draculaspetbee]

For Rin! Happy Birthday fam <3

Hey, I wrote this little thing for you my friend. I hope you enjoy it, it’s just a lot of tooth rotting fluff, for your birthday. @pastelwitchling

Alex woke to the sweet smell of pancakes wafting through the room. A warm solid weight next to him snuffled and small legs kicked gently against his side. He didn’t want to move from the warm cocoon of blankets that enveloped him, but he could hear a soft singing and the scrape of a spatula calling him like a siren song. He stretched slowly, careful not to disturb Buffy next to him as she lay twitching, obviously deep in some doggy dream. She huffed anyway as he moved, and he couldn’t help the small smile as he rubbed her belly. He put on his prosthetic and, not wanting to completely abandon the warmth of the bed, rustled through his drawers to find his soft cream sweats. They engulfed him in the best way, keeping him safe and warm as he wandered into the kitchen to find his boyfriend swaying by the stove top. Alex couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around the man and moving his hips in time with the song he was singing.

“What’s the special occasion?”

“Hmm? What do you mean Captain?”

Alex snuggled his face into the crook of Forrest’s neck at the term of endearment. It had taken some time to get used to the soft tone that he used with it, but now it just made him blush tremendously.

“You’re making our special pancakes, with chocolate chips and everything.”

“Well, someone is giving a super special performance today at the open mic, so I thought we could spend the day doing a few of your favorite things, starting with our special pancakes.” A warmth spread deeply in his chest, heating him from the inside out. Alex knew he must be blushing furiously and snuggled his face further into his boyfriend’s neck. “Go on, sit, this was the last pancake anyway.”

“How’d you do all of this without me waking up anyway? I’m usually up hours before you.”

“I may have woken up a few hours early so that I could get working. It was no trouble.” Alex sank into his usual spot at the table, and Forrest set a plate heaping with food in front of him. As he took in the array Forrest took a moment to press a gentle kiss to his cheek, spreading the blush from his cheeks up the back of his neck. Forrest just grinned at him fondly and began digging into his own food.

They cleaned up the kitchen together, moving in sync as Forrest washed the dishes and Alex dried. At some point Buffy came lumbering in and flopped down at their feet. Alex could practically see the hearts in Forrest’s eyes as he looked down at her. She let out a long sigh, sounding so put upon that it startled a laugh out of Alex.

“So, what’s next?” Alex tossed the drying rag to his boyfriend, so he could wipe the suds off of his hands.

“Well, I figured we could stay in for today, at least until open mic starts,” he glanced not-so-subtly at the couch where he had pillows and blankets already set out. “I may have updated my old Hulu subscription so that we could watch Buffy for a while.” He gently tugged on Alex’s hand, leading him over to the couch and began getting the blankets ready for a soft little nest.

“Forrest,” his boyfriend glanced up, a lock of blue hair falling into his face as he did so, “You really didn’t have to do all of this.” He rubbed the back of his neck, not quite able to maintain eye contact with the man in front of him who was staring so adoringly at him.

“You deserve it Alex,” Forrest cupped Alex’s face with his hands, making them lock eyes. “You deserve to be put first, to be cared for.” He couldn’t help himself at that, and surged forward kissing his boyfriend fiercely, before Forrest took it over, turning it soft and languid. He felt the hands move from his face down to his hips and let himself be pulled tight against the other man’s chest. Forrest moved them back, never breaking contact until his knees it the edge of the couch, and they went tumbling onto it, Forrest on his back and Alex spread on top of him.

“Shit, are you ok?” Alex lifted himself off of his boyfriend’s chest a bit, trying to see better, but Forrest made a noise of discontent, and pulled him back in. He began kissing his neck, whispering sweet nothings until he let out a low moan as Alex tangled his hands in Forrest’s hair and gripped tight, trying to keep steady in the onslaught of affection.

The didn’t end up watching much Buffy that day.

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The nerves were starting to grow as he got ready for open mic. He had showered off the day’s activities and was standing in front of his open closet, trying to decide what he was going to wear out with Forrest. Finally making up his mind, Alex pulled out a pair of dark wash jeans he knew hugged his hips and ass almost sinfully tight, knowing just how much Forrest would love stripping them off him later that night. Next was a dark green shirt, one that he knew made the colors in his eyes pop, and he rounded out the outfit with the black leather jacket he’d taken to wearing. As he was tying his boots up, he noticed movement at the doorway, and knew it was Forrest leaning there, watching him finish getting ready.

“You look amazing Alex. God, I’m so lucky to have you.” He felt heat rise, but instead of brushing off the compliment like usual, he just grinned at his boyfriend, letting himself bask in the sincerity.

“Thanks. You don’t look half bad yourself.” In fact, Forrest looked like he was glowing and comfortable, wearing one of his loose-fitting sweaters and striped shirts, an outfit that Alex knew made him feel grounded.

“Hey,” Forrest moved from his spot by the door and sat on the bed. He started fidgeting with one of the many solid silver rings as he spoke, his voice coming out halting and hesitant, “So, I was going through a box of my old things the other day, and I found some of my old high school rings. And uh, I don’t have much use for them anymore, but I kind of don’t want to sell them.” His knee started bouncing, Alex gently set a hand on it to calm him down a bit.

“Forrest, are you asking if I would want to wear some of your rings?” His boyfriend looked up, startled.

“This doesn’t have to mean anything Alex, not if you don’t want it to. It’s just that I have a lot of them, and I didn’t want to just... I know that we’re still kind of early in this, and I just tho-“ Alex cut his ramblings off his a kiss, sighing into it as Forrest wrapped his arms around him and mussed his hair with his hands.

“I would love to.” He whispered in the space between them when they finally broke apart to breath. Alex could see Forrest’s face break into a grin, and the man reached behind him and rummaged in his pockets before pulling out a small chain with a silver ring hanging on the end.

“I didn’t know what size you wore, so I though this might be best in case they were too small, they’re from years ago.” He held out his hand and Forrest let the chain and ring pool there, warm to the touch from being so close to Forrest’s body.

“Thank you so much for today. It means the world to me that you did this.” Forrest shook his head a bit when Alex spoke and leaned over to put a kiss on his cheek. Alex would never admit but he always felt a thrill go up his spine when Forrest did that. It made him feel adored, wanted just for who he was. 

“C’mon we should get going, don’t want to miss my favorite act of the night.” Forrest held out a hand, and Alex took it, letting him help him from the edge of the bed. With the other hand, he slipped the necklace on and felt the heavy reassuring weight of the ring on his chest. It sat there as a testament that he was loved, no matter what.

[mimi-sanisanidiot]

Lil bee friends

Okay this is just a random lil thing that happened to me a lil moment ago.

I wore a white off the shoulder top with a pretty yellow flower pattern topped with a nice olive green jacket and a pair of light blue jeans with some flip flops to my college. It's my first day of my correctional science class, it was great. My teacher is wonderful. But this isn't about him!

My point is I was waiting for my ride as I was sitting on a bench near the road and the staff was cutting the grass next to me. As I was waiting, minding my own business, a lil bee came up to me flying without a case in the world, had landed on my jacket's zipper where I guess they were hoping to land on the big yellow flower and simply went a lil too far and missed it.

No worries fam! We all get a lil too excited and mess up a bit, the point is we keep trying! So I just sat there, looking at my titty where this lil cute bee is just chilling and catching their breath. I probably looked weird but oh well! It had those cute lil balls of pollen on it's legs and I simply smiled at it, feeling happy that it's living its lil life doing their best! After a bit, it took off on its merry lil way! I smiled and waved at it with my finger, keeping in mind that there was a lady next to me silently judging me either way.

Not even 5 minutes later, another lil bee flies up to me and lands on another flower on my shirt, head on. They were determined no matter what that they would land on the center of that flower! This bee was like an intense but gentle bee.. Like a tsundere class president kinda feel, ya feel?

This bee had a friend with them too! The Bee's friend, B^3, was a tad bit bigger than the previous two but was chill. Beecubed was laid-back and very mellow compared to Beesquared, Beecube probably keeps Beesquared grounded and reminds them to take time to smell the flowers! Pun fully intended!! But yes, they landed on my shirt as my ride was pulling up. So I slowly got up from the bench as to not frighten them as I head to my ride. Then they flew off happily on their way!

I just hope they weren't disappointed in me not being an actual flower. They're doing great!

[imagination-marvel]

Our Reality - Quentin Beck/Mysterio

-PART FOUR-

Warnings: SPIDER-MAN FAR FROM HOME SPOILERS! In addition to the fact that Jake Gyllenhaal is absolutely incredible as Mysterio, I will be sticking with the idea that Quentin is actually from another dimension (because we all know what happens later).

Summary: When his Earth is destroyed and you along with it, Quentin cannot help but grieve and hope to avenge your death by destroying the Elementals that had travelled through the rift with him. However, when you appear at the scene of the Water Elemental attack in Venice, the universe offers Quentin another chance to make things right. The question is, will he take it?

“You chickened out”.

“No, that is not what I would call it-”.

“I don’t care what you call it...” Fury snapped angrily, folding his arms over his chest and staring down at Quentin with a disappointed expression. “...You chickened out, why didn’t you tell Y/n the truth?”.

Quentin released a loud growl in annoyance “I can’t tell her the truth, at least not now...” he tried to reason, his tone becoming more annoyed as he watched Fury pace back and forth, “...even if I did, she would never believe me”. The exasperated sigh that came from the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. alerted Quentin to the fact that his patience was wearing thin. “I swear, if I have to play matchmaker with the two of you I am going to lose my shit...” Fury grumbled, before shaking his head dismissively. The room descended into a heavy silence, which was broken by Fury sighing loudly. “Look, we have a few days before we head to Prague. So, why don’t you just go and talk to her again?” He suggested, staring down at Quentin with a small glare. To Quentin, the glare was nowhere near a suggestion, it was an order. He opened his mouth to protest, however, he closed it knowing that once again, Fury was right. 

With a small nod of his head, Quentin pressed his lips into a thin line in agreement, before falling completely silent. He heard Fury leave, and once he was certain that he was alone, Quentin removed the wedding ring on his finger and stared down at it longingly. Just as before, that small voice at the back of his mind told him that this was wrong. It told him that he should just let you be, and let you live your life the way it was planned out. And again, his heart told him otherwise. It told him to take this chance, it urged him to find you again. He was still clinging onto the fact that the other you was gone he realised, which made his heart ache but it also made him feel grateful for a second chance.

That night, before Quentin decided to go to sleep, he allowed his wedding ring to fall into the Venitian waters. He knew that the other you would want him to be happy, that you would want him to let go of his past and move on. As he watched the silver band shimmer one last time before disappearing into the murky depths, a small smile formed on his face as he felt a very heavy weight be lifted from his chest. It was time for a new beginning, and whether he admitted it to himself or not, he was excited.

                         _________________________________________

The next morning, he found you wandering through a small market far away from where the incident with the Water Elemental had taken place. Instead of wearing his suit, he opted for a more casual attire; blue denim jeans, a dark navy blue shirt with a black jacket. He felt somewhat awkward being in such a social environment, he had never been one for social interaction. You had though, and that was one of the reasons why he slowly learned to love interacting with others. 

He spotted you on the other side of the market, the sight of you nearly knocking the breath out of his chest. Wearing an olive green cardigan with a simple white shirt and blue jeans, your (hair/colour) hair hung loosely over your shoulders as you leaned down to examine a small trinket that had caught you eye. Another smile formed on Quentin’s face as his heart thrummed wildly in his chest. You looked absolutely breathtaking. But just as he had seen you, you completely disappeared amongst the other bodies in the crowd. This caused Quentin to cast his gaze around the market frantically. Where had you gone? You couldn’t just disappear into thin air, right? His chest filled with worry, had you left? Had you decided to move on to another stall?

Before his thoughts became too overwhelming, he felt a small but gentle tap on his shoulder which him to spin around swiftly to face the culprit. Quentin felt his heartrate calm as his eyes landed on your form, which was staring up at him sheepishly with a wide and amused smirk on your lips. “Hi...” you greeted warmly, chuckling softly as you watched his tense form begin to relax, “...it’s good to see you again, you know, without the suit and all”. Quentin watched as you gestured towards his chest with your hand where his armour should be, the motion causing him to laugh loudly. He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t wear my armour all the time you know, change is a good thing” he teased, causing a sweet giggle to escape you. He watched as you nodded your head in agreement, turning your gaze to the ground before looking back up at him with a bright smile. “Well, now that you’re here...” you began, “...would you like to join me? For a walk around the markets I mean...” you asked somewhat timidly. Quentin noticed your shyness, and couldn’t help but smile down at you in admiration. Unlike the other you, you were much shyer, you were much more timid and nervous when it came to talking to people. And for some reason, he felt his heart swell.

“I’d love to...to join you if you’ll allow me to” he mumbled, silently cursing himself for the embarrassing slip. With a small laugh, Quentin watched as you gently took his hand into your own before you turned to lead him through the ever-growing crowds.   

Tag List: @thewinchesterchronicles @kusooi @queen-fam @themarvelmaniacsworld @belles-garden

[angrylizardjacket]

okay but can we discuss how adorably fit ben hardy is as roger?

yes. welcome to me being increasingly more incoherent about this beautiful man.

first we have the smile that shatters my entire heart. this scene is lit so nice, it so perfectly captures the vibe of a post-pub gig smoke, he got a bit of that post show glow (drumming is mad tiring fam) and he’s wearing Little Red Shorts, which kills me every time. he’s meant to be So Young (1970, Roger’s 21, christ) and I’m already in love with him.

(side note, roger saying ‘i’ve got better things to do with my time, i can give you their names’ has my heart going 🙋 every single time. i’m unfortunately weak for this cocky playboy)

(still credit: @sweet-hot-latte)

whatever’s happening here i’m about it. the glasses? WHACK. the zebra print shirt? WHACK. the Red Leather Jacket? WHACK. however i’m still here for it. time to celebrate? put on your best crew-neck zebra shirt. side note, the print hides the fact that he looks both soft as hell and toned. i don’t know how he does it, but i watched X-Men Apocalypse a LOT and i think it’s just that he’s pale enough that it doesn’t look super defined in certain lighting. anyways, i’d walk over broken glass barefoot to say hi to him.

(gif credit: @nikequus)

hey um here’s the smile in gif form but also add +10 to confidence. the open shirt, the arm across the back of the chair, the crossed legs, this is man who did not come to play games, he came to support the idea of opera in his genre-less sensational, chart topper of a band, and i support him. my followup thoughts are aggressively NSFW so i’m gonna have to move on.

(gif credit: @movies4444)

the lighting the necklaces the OPEN SHIRT, this one shot could raise me from the dead, pair that with the top-down shot of him pouring beer onto the drums and my pub rock heart Bursts. he’s got sort of broad shoulders which makes him look stocker than he is because he’s quite wiry. 

shirts are so overrated thank god borhap agrees with me on occasion

(gif credit: @lion-wasczyk)

this shirt is Too Yellow and Too Tight, pairing it with bootcut jeans over black boots and the best jacket i’ve ever seen, along with the full body pan up, BoRhap went for the jugular in terms of my love of tacky bright fashion and i will Never Forgive Them

(gif credit: @nikequus​)

except i of course forgive them because look at this. smoking? bad. this shot (every single shot of Another One Bites The Dust that he’s in)? sent my soul to the fucking shadow realm and back. the casual confidence? Boi i die.

(gif credit: @ohayo-orshul)

i am a bisexual disaster and this whole scene got me feelin some type of way. he looks real cute and i’m So here for it.

(still credit: @rogerina-is-a-killer-queen)

this single photo killed me. he’s got legs for days. the flirty little high-waist skirt? the garish tie? the BOWS. since seeing this image my life has not known peace. ben hardy and his one almost knee high sock killed me in my own home. it’s my lockscreen.

In conclusion: Mr Hardy I’d Die For You.

(gif credit: @nikequus​)

special mention goes to that one fly-through shot of the tour bus where he’s laying at the back window with two girls, haloed by sunlight. fucking spiritual moment.

please feel free to add your own

[anythingbut-thewings]

Eggshells- Morgan Reilly & Mitch Marner

Anon asked: Hey I loved the Morgan Rielly one that you just did!! Is there anyway you could do another for him? Like about how you two were kinda seeing each other and y/n kinda thinks the relationship is serious and that they’re exclusive but he’s kinda seeing another girl at the same time which is why he doesn’t think they’re exclusive. And then y/n finds it when she’s goes to a game and sees the other girl there with his fam or something. You can choose how you want the story to end if it’s happy or not!

Word count: 2.1

Warnings: Swearing, Cheating, Angst

You had been Sleeping with/Talking to Morgan for 3 months now, yall tried to keep it on the down low because you had met through you friend and his teammate Mitch, and Mitchell wasn’t exactly thrilled with your relationship.

“(Y/N) please don’t date Mo, you are going to get hurt, please babe, all hockey players are hoes.”

“Come on Mitch, he’s not like that. And neither are you so don’t say all hockey guys are players.”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt (Y/N)”

Yeah, so since Marner wasn’t a fan, you and Mo you didn’t really do Maple leaf stuff together. You still went to everything though. Mitch had been inviting you to all the games and parties since he made the roster, but you just tried to keep your distance from Morgan.

You were getting ready to go to the acc for the game that night. You had picked out a pair of black skinny jeans, a leaf blue crop top, your trusty leather jacket and a leafs toboggan. You were finished curling your hair and started to admire your butt in the bathroom mirror. Damn! when Mo saw you in these new jeans you weren’t sure if he’d be able to keep up your not talking at leafs events thing.

You were pulled from your thoughts when the doorbell rang. You threw on your shoes, grabbed your bag, and rushed to the door as fast as your little legs would carry you.

“Hey, Madi,” you said, swinging open the door to Madison Shaw, Connor’s GF. The two of you went to all the games together and at parties she played blocker between Mitch and Mo when you were around them. “You ready to go?,” you smiled at her.

“Yeah,” she smiled back at you “Are you?,” she laughed as you shoved the hoops into your ears.

“Yeah, yeah, just running a bit late,” you replied.

“It’s ok so was I.”

You looked down at your wrist to see the puck was dropping as you spoke and you probably wouldn’t be there for another 10 minutes. “Damn it, I didn’t realize how late it had gotten”

The two of you got in her car and to the ACC in record timing.

“It’s ok they’re only 5 minutes into the first period,” you said, “now come on let’s get to our seats.

When you got to the box of team family, You greeted Lucy, Jordyn, and Molly then took your regular seats in the back next to Lexi. “Hey Lex! How was you and Connor’s trip to Florida?” you asked her.

“It was great, but i think we need to talk about you” What? You looked at her confused “how was your weekend babe” she said in a soothing tone

“It was fine, why do you ask?” you asked tentatively. She just looked at you confused then down toward the front of the box, you followed her gaze down finally spotting a tall blonde with a Rielly jersey. Dear God it took everything in you not to scream. Tears rolled down your cheeks hot and slow. “I don’t know… I didn’t know,” you stuttered out. Lexi just grabbed your hand and dragged you through the hall and to the bathroom.

“OK take it slow,” Lexi said slowly, taking a big breath in and out herself. “What happened, do you know who that is, did you know she would be here”

“No- No I mean I guess I thought we were exclusive” you choked out.

“I talked to her before you got here,” she explained slowly, “All she said was they were dating, I don’t thinks she knows about you I mentioned like I’d never seen Mo bring anyone but you and she just looked lost.”

“Uhg” you kicked the stall door “fucking Mitchell,” you whined “he was fucking right, he’s going to be so fucking smug” you sighed “and fucking Morgan god damn it he couldn’t just tell me we weren’t exclusive, No, he fucking had to bring her here and parade her in my fucking face, damn it” you started to cry.

“You get a sailors mouth when you’re mad aren’t you,” Lexi joked, “Mo’s not fucking worth it, he looks like a toe, personally I think you dodged a bullet, not to mention the girl in the box is definitely a puck bunny” it was silent for a while “I know it hurts, but he isn’t worth it, but we can sit here and cry for a while if you need to”

Lexi was so amazing you were so glad she was here for you.

Eventually you stopped crying and went back to the box. The game was almost overs and the leafs were tied 2-2 with the Panthers. This game was so close you almost forgot about Mo’s indiscretions, if you could call it that.  You almost forgot, that is until the tall blonde came and sat right in front of you and Lexi.  

“So like after this ends we just walked down to the lockers right?” She asked Lexi.

“Oh, that’s what I usually do,” Lexi tried to get her to walk away “Or at least that’s what Connor asks me to do”

“Oh well Morgan didn’t really say anything to me but I’m sure he’ll want to see me after,” she giggled. You could practically feel the magnetic pull of her face from you fist. She kept standing in front of you but it was down to the final minute, so all she was doing was blocking you.

You accidentally let a groan fall from your lips as you attempted to look around her at the ice.

“Oh sorry,” she shifted from in front of you

Thank god.

“Is your man on the ice?” she asked

Fuck

You didn’t know what to say. You just sat there dumb.

“Oh, No he’s not, Neither is Connor but I still wanna see the end” Lexi stepped in.

In the last like 14 seconds the Panthers scored. Then all the family started moving toward the lockers. You went along next to Lexi. Connor was like the first one out though so Lexi was swept away and not long after Madison had her Connor too and you were alone.

“Hey (Y/N),” Naz waved to you, “haven’t seen you in awhile, wish you’d come back on a win though” he laughed as he waved again and walked away.

Then Mo walked out, the blonde girl ran up and basically jumped him, you tried to glue your eyes to your phone but you kept looking up. A single tear leaking from you eye, then he looked up at you. You did your best to fake a smile at him, not that he was buying it, but he looked down at the girl then up at you and raised his eyebrows almost like a what. You were about to lose it when mitch walked out he looked up from his phone up at you and instantly speed walked to you. He enveloped you in a hug, you instantly felt better.

“What happened?” Mitch asked arms still around you.

“You were right about everything, but can we talk about it later, let’s just leave”

“I always love to hear how i’m a genius, come on smalls” he turned and started to walk toward the players parking, turning realizing you didn’t follow. “It’s going to be ok smalls, here jump” he squatted down for you to climb on his back. Piggy back rides were always your thing, a smile swept your face as he walked the two of you to his car.

He pulled out onto the street. “So care to elaborate on how i’m a genius?” Mitch asked

“I never said you were a genius, calm down, I just said you were right.” you snipped

“Ok tell me what i’m right about then” he looked over to you sitting shotgun and smiled.

You sighed, not really wanting to inflate his ego, “Sooo” you started “don’t know if you noticed but Mo was here with another girl tonight” Mitched just stared at you, you couldn’t read him. “Anyway, I wasn’t exactly aware we weren’t exclusive, so like he didn’t cheat but it still hurts.”

“I told you he was an ass (Y/N), but you never listen to me, do you.” he rolled his eyes and his head almost rolled off with it.

Who the hell did he think he was. You were telling him he was right and he was going to act like that. “Damn it I know, you’re always right, but sometimes I need to be my own person. You aren’t my father”

“I’m just looking ou-”

“I know ‘you’re just looking out for me’, and I know you were right this time but Mitch it’s my life. Just let me make my own mistakes why can’t you just let me”

“Because I’m the one left to clean up the mess when boys break your heart.”, he practically yelled.

You started to cry, the rest of the drive was silent. You closed your eyes.

—

Shit.You looked at your phone, it was 10 AM the next day, and you were in a bed. It took you a minute before you realised you were at Mitch’s. You crawled out of bed and started to walk down the hall.

“(Y/N) is worth more then that, what the hell were you thinking,” you heard mitch talking

“I don’t know, I’m not ready to settle down yet” another voice said, it was Mo, Mo’s voice.

“Thats BS man. Why did you lead her on then?, hu?”

“Why do you care so much anyways?” Mo fought back.

You walked into the kitchen and the both of them shut their mouths instantly.

“Morning, honey” Mo reached to grab you for a hug.

You jerked away, “I think we need to talk.” Mo didn’t say anything, just nodded.

“I’ll be in my room,” Mitch said and left you two alone.

“So.. Who was that last night”

“Oh her name’s Marissa”

“Let me rephrase” you rolled your eyes “what was her relationship to you”

“She’s just a girl”

“Oh and am I too, just a girl? And she sure as hell thought she was your girlfriend” you cut back

“No she’s not my girlfrien, you are, she’s just a girl I’ve been seeing since before you casually”

“And you didn’t want to end it with her, I thought we were exclusive,”

“I didn’t think it mattered,”

“It doesn’t, wow so I don’t matter to you Mo”

“No that’s not what I’m saying”

“Then why did you bring her to a game, you knew i’d be there”

“The florida games just used to be our nights” he scratched the back of his head

“Your nights, Morgan you have a girlfriend.” you just wanted to shake him “so how was your ‘night’ last night, she sure seemed all over her”

“(Y/N) I promise I’ll break things off with her it’ll never happen again”

“Again? What the hell did it happen last night? Did you sleep with her last night?”

Mo stared down at his feet

“Uhg, you saw me crying and you slept with her” you started to cry again

“I was just really upset from the game.”

“No you don’t get that as an excuse, I was crying standing in front of you and yo- and you took her home. No, just No Mo if you don’t care about me this isn’t going to be a thing… please just go.” you begged for him to leave. And he did, he walked out the door.

You walked down the hallway in tears. You knocked on Mitch’s door, cracking it. “Are you still mad at me?”

“No” he replied and motioned you over to the bed.

“Good, then can you put me back together,” the tears rolled down your cheeks faster. He enveloped you in a hug and just held you there.

What honestly felt like hours later, you heard him swallow, “(Y/N)?” he said softly. You looked up at him. “You know I hate seeing you like this”

“Yeah I know” you wiped your tears

“Its- its because I can’t stand seeing other guys break your heart when…” he cut off.

“What is it Mitch?” you asked dumbly.

“When I know I’d take such good care of you, I love you (Y/N)” your heart beat faster and faster. In his arms like this, you realized you loved him too, that’s why you made Morgan walk on eggshells around him, that’s why you and Morgan would never work. “It’s ok if you don’t, i just needed you to kn-” you cut him off pressing your lips up into his. The kiss was soft and sweet. Everything you and Mitch had always been building up to this, he locked his hands on your waist drawing you to him. The kiss was slow but gaining momentum by the second. His tongue swept across your lips and you parted them letting him in. You never wanted this to end.

[mariposalass]

July Babies Soup and S’mores Birthday

Summary: It’s the July Babies’ Soup and S’mores Birthday Party and you’re invited to celebrate in the fun.

Setting: Mari and co.’s home in Daly City, California; July 17, 2019, nighttime

Notes: It’s the big joint soup and s’mores birthday party for me, Kairi, and Harry since we’re all July born babies. You can definitely use this as a prompt to write, draw, etc. to accompany this fun story.  Also, I will be traveling to Hong Kong with my mom and aunt for the annual summer sale from the 25th to the 28th. Four days after my birthday, which is a first for me as we normally go there some time before my birthday and is becoming a birthday tradition for me. Apologies in advance if I have to do this really early. Also, there’s not too much dialogue in here as to allow everyone to contribute to the event.

Tags: July Babies, birthday, tons of fluff, crossovers, self shipping, soup and s’mores birthday party, joint soup and s’mores party

“Hey there, thanks for coming over,” Mari greets the guests as they arrive in her house one calm July night as she escorts them to the living room for a big birthday party held in her and her adopted siblings’ honor.

She and the fam bunch have been planning this out for a few weeks since during the planning of her brother Harry and her sister in law Issa’s wedding, although due to the time constraints they have with the wedding, they have to settle with a join birthday bash for her, Harry, and Kairi somewhere in the middle of the month as a compromise. But it’s a compromise they’re willing to make this year, and they went for a soup and s’mores party. The three siblings have shared a birth month with their birthdays being separated by 10 days from each other (Kairi being on the 11th, Mari on the 21st, and Harry on the 31st), the main reason why they’re sometimes called the July Babies.

The living room and dining area may have not been wholly decorated to the theme, but it’s pretty clear that there is a soup buffet with four choices: Chunky Lentil Vegetable, Chicken, White Bean & Corn Chowder, Beef Barley, and Classic Mexican Tortilla, a cheese platter enough to feed an army, kale and Parmesan salad for the healthy minded and vegetable eaters, an assortment of bread with jam and butter, a Funfetti cake Kairi and Issa have baked for the occasion and covered with a glass cover and is protected by a spell Harry has placed on that prevents sneaky cake thieves from getting to it before even dinner could be finished, and a drink station with water, lemonade, and iced tea on hand. Outside, the fire pit area has been prepared with roasters on one side, chairs prepped and ready, and an S’Mores bar with assorted chocolates, graham crackers, marshmallows, and various add-ons have set up beforehand nearby at the patio.

The birthday celebrants and the rest of the fam bunch have dressed up well for the event: Mari in particular is wearing a plain white off shoulder top, button-front denim skirt, a pair of brown flats with braiding details, a pair of gold heart earrings, and a gold, ruby, & pearl choker necklace which matches the one Kairi is also wearing with her slim black dress, distressed blue denim jacket, white sneakers, and her usual single bead pendant necklace. Harry didn’t look out of place either in a slate gray chambray shirt, black slacks, and the same leather dress shoes he’d worn on his wedding day. Issa also dresses well for the party in a white & black vertical stripe long-sleeve top, blue denim jacket, black jeans, and light tan flats along with her old silver heart locket necklace, a stack of mixed metal bangles, and her engagement & wedding rings on her right ring finger; Harry also has his wedding ring on his right ring finger too.

“Thanks for coming over here, everybody,” Kairi starts the talk off, “We know this seems not to be a proper birthday in one way or the other, but since we just came off from Harry and Issa’ wedding last week, we thought we’ll just settle on a joint birthday party for me, him, and Mari instead.”

“You can say that again, sis,” Harry chuckled upon hearing that last part, “To be honest, it was due to the timing it had that we felt having three separate birthday parties this year doesn’t make any sense at all.”

“And it’s a good thing it isn’t a surprise party for you either,” Issa reminded him as well, “The last time we did that, you literally dove behind the sofa in fear and annoyance.”

“Oh Merlin, not that one again...” he moaned in despair after hearing that embarrassing moment.

“Don’t worry, we promise no more surprise birthday parties for you,” she cheekily reassured him while giving the concerned wizard-journalist a heartwarming kiss which got him blushing hard.

“Pardon that off topic tangent: Harry hates surprise parties thrown for him A LOT,” Mari apologies to a slightly confused group of guests before continuing her talk, “Anyway, we have soup being warmed up, some cheese, bread, and salad tonight, and s’mores & cake for desserts later. The S’Mores are also the main stars with the soups, but we also have cake if you’re not into roasting marshmallows on an open fire. Either way, I hope you guys will enjoy tonight’s party.”

With that, the brief meeting has been adjourned and everyone soon start getting some soup, sides, and drinks for the dinner portion. Mari’s cousins Edith and Agnes get to play with other children guests in the party with Margo keeping an eye on them, and so does Kirby who also decides to show off some of his Copy Abilities for a quick showcase along with doing his well-known Kirby Dance with some copies of himself for backup dancers in the middle of the event. Mari’s pets Scooby, Marie, Scorbunny, Torchic, Piplup, and Rowlet enjoy playing with the other pets of the guests who got invited to the party.

Meanwhile, Ahk, Sora, Riku, and Vinny are keeping a close lookout on the S’Mores bar as not to get the supplies ruined or stolen before the S’Mores portion can begin while eating dinner with some of guests at the patio, while Ron and Hermione are trying to see if using the Fire Conjuring spell does a better job in lighting up fire pits than normal procedures, which didn’t went too well compared to Harry’s more modest attempts in every S’Mores Night. When guests finished dinner, they’re more than welcomed to play some games and talk with the birthday celebrants and other guests in the house and the backyard.

Either way, the party goes on well for everyone after dinner was done and leftover soups have been poured onto takeout bowls for the guests to bring home when Mari informs everyone that it’s time for the S’mores and Cake time at the patio. Her godmother aunt Diana carefully brought the cake down to the backyard and held onto the glass cover to avoid it falling over and breaking on the ground while Issa and Harry carried plates, dessert forks, and a cake server as they follow her lead.

People soon head for the backyard and to the patio and fire pit area where the S’Mores fest begins: people who would to make them roast up the marshmallows (though some have to go through trial and error in not burning them to not being edible), assemble the chocolate piece and graham cracker, place the roasted marshmallows onto said chocolate, and sometimes customize them to their liking or follow the S’Mores recipes at the bar before placing that last graham cracker and eating them up and, in some cases, rinse, lather and repeat the process.

Then came the cake: Issa carefully took the glass cover from the Funfetti cake and lights up the 3 candles (one for each July Baby), informing everyone that they will sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to the celebrants and, once that was done, the siblings blow the fire from the candles together and start offering cake to anyone who would like some cake and there’s a couple of them who did, along with those not in the mood for S’Mores time. While some of the guests began to dig into the cake, Mari got one slice from Philip, walked up to the table he was in with the Doctor and a few other guests, and sat besides him as she gave him the cake slice and a fork.

“Hope you like some Funfetti cake, deary,” she attempted to flirt with him as she gave him the cake slice.

“A cake like this?” he asked her inquisitively though it was mixed with concern, “Did the Minions tried to bake this like the last time?”

“Actually, Kairi and Issa are the ones who baked it, so no accidents or food poisoning involved,” Mari gladly replied back, “Don’t be so worrisome, have a bite or two.”

He did took a few bites before realizing that it tastes really good that he whispered to her that he’s giving both Kairi and Issa props on baking of the cake before greeting her (Advance) Happy Birthday and sealing it with a playful kiss on the cheeks, which got her blushing. Harry and Issa are chatting with some good friends when they caught wind of the kiss and smile on with pride. They’re aware it’s taking awhile for Mari to get used to dating and Philip to be patient with her and her quirks, but, at the same, they’re quite proud of them taking their time slowly, take things one at a time, enjoying moments as they come, and working on issues they come across.

The party continues on until around pass 10 in the evening when the guests leave with leftover soups for favors, but the mood hasn’t left the fam bunch at all even as they clean the place up and retire for the night. It is one of the best nights they have spent together as a quirky group and, for the birthday celebrants, it is certainly a great moment they shared in the nearly 13 years they have spent as siblings. Perhaps they should hold another one of this party in the near future, who knows?  Still, the party is a resounding success with their friends and family and it will surely be a conversation starter for weeks to come.

The End

[lamp-calm-sanders]

Coffee, Pastries, And Honesty- Chapter Eight

Pairings: Prinxiety, Moxiety, Royality, (Patton x Roman x Virgil) Eventual LAMP, ORE (October x Remy x Emile)

AU: Coffee Shop, Soulmate, Human

Chapter Summary:  New Friends Appear.

Notes:  Call me ORE queen number one

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Virgil sat behind the counter in Patton's bakery and casually watched the people walk by .

He would occasionally work at Patton's shop, particularly if it was understaffed, such as today.

It was almost closing time and he was looking forward to being able to wrap things up and be able to go home with Patton and catch up with Roman on how his day was. It was the first drama practice of the year and he was dying to hear what Roman thought of the kids who were joining.

Things had been great since Patton's soulmark showed up. It had almost been two years since then.  They move into a house that was still somewhat close to Patton’s bakery and Roman’s school, but was still far enough from the city that it was much quieter. It had 3 bedrooms, a driveway, and a nice backyard. This came after Roman proposed to the both of them and they spoke to each other about what they wanted after they got married.  Children was definitely on the list. So they moved to a house before getting married as they felt that their savings would be better spent there. Plus they were still trying to plan things out and the wedding process was taking longer than expected.

He was taken out of his however when he heard the ringing sound the door made. He looked up and saw a man about his age walk in. He was wearing sunglasses and had a leather jacket on as well as black skinny jeans and a light gray shirt.  

"Sorry to catch y'all just when your closing, but I really need some coffee and baked goods. Assuming you guys have that?"

Virgil nodded and put on his best cashier voice. "We do sir, what can I get you?"

The man looked at the pastries left and choose most of them. "Can I also get a Hot Cocoa and a caramel flavored coffee."

Virgil nodded, "Anything else?"

The man nodded "No fam.”

Virgil put his order in and gave him his total. The pulled out some cash and paid for his things.

"Can I get a name for the order?"

"Remy."

Virgil wrote it down on one of the cups and handed the box of goods to Remy. He then started making the drinks.

“Nice place you got here? How long have you been working here?” Remy said looking around.

Virgil shook his head, “I don’t really work here.” Remy gave him a confused look.

“I mean that my fiance owns the place. I just help out when he needs me to.  I’m really a writer and I sometimes teach writing seminars.” Virgil put his drinks on the counter.

“Ah so your a baker’s soulmate? Nice nice." He said as he grabbed his drinks. "I personally am the only one who can cook in my house, can’t bake for a thing though.” He smiles. “Thankfully one of my soulmates can make most things, though he has to read the instructions word for word.”

Virgil's eyes widened. "Soulmates?"

Remy must have taken it the wrong way. "You gotta a problem with that?"

Virgil's face turned to one that was horrified. "No! No! I was just surprised ‘cause I have two soulmates as well and it's not everyday you meet another person that has more than one soulmate. I was just surprised."

Remy smirks, "So you got more than one soulmate yourself? Oh that’s nice to know fam! So one's a baker what's the other one?"

Virgil smiled fondly, "Gay."

Remy snickers and Virgil smirks back. "What? You asked me what he was." Remy gives him a look.

“Fine, he’s a English and Theater teacher at a local high school. Now tell me what you do?”

Remy smirks, “Oh me, I’m a nurse at a pediatricians office.”

Virgil looks slightly surprised. “I gotta admit I was not expecting that.”

He chuckles, “Few are, but I love it, I really do.” He pauses and smiles at Virgil, "I like you Virgil, you seem like a cool guy, despite your frightening exterior." He pushes his glasses of his face to get something out of his eye. To Virgil’s surprise one was bright blue and the other was a chocolate brown. Virgil was slightly suprise and Remy gave him a slightly amused look. “You like my eyes hon?”

Virgil nods, “They look cool.”

Remy smiles back at him, “They are cool.”

Before the conversation can continue, Patton came out of the kitchen. "Virge can you help me clean-" He paused when he saw the man standing with Virgil.

"Remy?" The sunglasses wearing man looked behind Virgil to Patton.

"Patt?"

Patton face immediately lit up, "Rem! It's been forever! How are you?:

Remy smiled "Great man. I moved into to town a couple days ago and i was hoping we’d meet up, but I wasn’t expecting to see you two days in!"

Patton smiled "It's so good to see you!" He then turns to Virgil.

"Virge, this was my best friend while I was in culinary school! We were neighbors in our apartment complex, though we went to different colleges. We fell out of contact after I moved when I finished my classes. Remy this is my fiance Virgil!"

Remy smiles at him, "Patton's your soulmate and fiance? But I thought you didn't have a mark let alone two soulmates?"

Patton chuckled. "It showed up after we began a relationship and fell in love." Patton smiles fondly. "What about you? How'd you end up here of all places?"

Remy looked away dreamily as he sat down in a chair. Virgil went behind him to close the shop, realizing it should have been closed long ago.

Remy turned to Patton and smiled. "One of my soulmates lives here.  I moved in as his job is harder to replace. Thankfully I was able to get a job nearby. My other soulmate is going to join us in two weeks." He looks at Patton, "You've met one of them, right Patton?"

Patton nodded. "Emile right? He was super sweet! And I'm sure your other boyfriend is great too." His eyes lit up. "We so should go on a double date when we’re all free! You can meet my other soulmate, Roman!"

Remy nodded. "That’d be great." He looks down at his watch. "Oh gurl, look at the time! I gotta get home, Emile has been waiting for these drinks forever!" He smiled at the two. "It's great catching up." He grabbed a napkin and a pen that was at the front counter. He wrote something down. "Here's my number. Give me a call. Or text. Whatever you like babes." He then took his leave. (Virgil having to unlock the door so he could get out.)

Virgil helped Patton clean up and they eventually finished. Talking while they did. They eventually finished and started the drive home.

"It was lovely seeing Remy today, I've missed him. We were real close back then, but I lost contact with him slowly." Patton's smile got a bit dimmer toward the end.

Virgil noticed and quickly added. "But I put his number in my phone, so we can talk to him soon. And when we get home, you can message him if you want."

Patton's smile brightened after that. "Yep! It's gonna be great to see him! He was always a great friend and he was the first person outside of my family to know about my lack of mark, I trusted him that much. I'm glad we can be friends again."

When they got home, Roman was already there. The smell of pasta was coming from the kitchen. They went in and saw Roman setting up the table. He turned around after hearing them come in.

“Hello loves, I made us dinner. It’s not as good as Patton’s cooking but I tried and since today was a good day I felt like making something.”

Patton walked to him and embraced him. “It smells good and i’m sure it tastes wonderful.” Virgil nodded in agreement and joined in on the hug. After staying like that for only a few moments they parted.

They got there food and ate happily.They told Roman about Remy and his soulmates and he of  course agreed to the double date.

That night they went to bed, excited for their future.

--

The double date finally happened around a month later.

They met up at the Italian Restaurant that Virgil and Roman had their first date at. They pulled up to the restaurant in Patton's car. They walked in and Virgil beat Roman to the hostess podium.

"Hello sir, how many?"

"We actually have a reservation under Sanders."

The hostess saw that they did, and they were taken to their table. Roman and Patton gave Virgil a look.

"Last time we were here you made the reservation, it's my turn!"

"Oh I got you, but why under Patton's last name?"

Virgil shrugged, "I like his last name the most." The other two chuckled.

They sat at the table, and waited for Remy to show up. Patton chuckled when he showed up around 10 minutes late. He sat in the middle of the three seats that are across from the fiance's.

"Still always a bit late, aren't you Remy?" The latter rolls his eyes.  

"Now gurl, you know you wouldn't change me."

"True, true."

"Anyway, my boyfriends are still in the car trying to find a spot, glad you guys got a table."

At that moment two men walked in, both looking vastly different than the other.

One had solid black shades (darker then Remy's), very messy hair, and a white shirt with black jeans. He had a whole "bad boy in school that in a film the good girl would fall for" vibe to him. His hair was a dark but easy to see purple .

The other was on the other end. He wore a  white shirt with a pink tie. He had on a cardigan that was a strange mixture of yellow and beige that was only slightly buttoned. He had brown glasses that only helped build his dork vibe. He also had pink hair.

Remy smiled at the two as they approach. "Hey babes!"

The dorkish looking one smiled politely and sat to his left. The wild one sat to his right.

"Hello everyone." Said pink hair. The other one gave a wave.

"Guys these are my boyfriends.  The bad boy is October, and the nerd is Emile."

Patton smiled. "Nice to see you!” He gestured to Roman. “This is one of my fiances Roman! And the man on my right is my other fiance Virgil.”

“Hello!” Roman said loudly and Virgil gave a quiet “Hi.”

The waitress came by to get the three who’d just arrived drink orders and then it went quiet at the table as they all looked over the menu. After deciding and putting their orders in, the conversation picked up again.

“So how’d y’all meet, Patton?” Remy said taking a sip of water but he still seemed happy. “In fact, how’d you all get together?”

Recollection and joy flashed in Roman’s eyes. He recalled everything that led them to this point, in surprisingly high detail. Every now and then Virgil would interject with a comment or snarky remark.

Emile put his hands on his chest and he looked at them in awe. “You guys have the sweetest story! You are such a Garnet!”

“That’s a Steven Universe reference. He has a tendency to compare relationships and people to cartoon characters.” Said October affectionately rolling his eyes.

Emile blushed. “Sorry, it’s hard to get out of my work mindset after a day, especially since today was really busy with my patients.”

Virgil snickered.  “It’s all good, we watch Steven Universe. And patients? You a Doctor of some type?”

Emile nodded.  “I’m a Therapist! Usually with couples but I have some individual clients as well.”

The food arrived and they began to eat.  As they ate Roman asked, “Oh that’s a really good career. I know what Remy does, but how about you October?”

“I’m a mechanic.  I specialize in motorcycles but I  have a love of classic cars as well.”

The conversation flowed more naturally after that and the night ended faster than any of them would like, but soon it was late and they all parted ways.

That night after they got home they went to bed and cuddled up together. All three of them content and satisfied with the lovely day and life they had together.

[wazowskiofthemikevariety]

BDRP Wrimo Day 28: Your character’s closet. Give 15 pieces of clothing with a little description of the “history” of the apparel.

This is about to be so extra and for no reason because his fashion is boring but okay whatever here we go. And this isn’t like EVERY article of clothing he owns, this is just kinda a jist of what he owns and the general vibe of things he wears I guess idk anywaYS

Starting from the top, we got his hats and then the one scarf. Kinda going off of Mike’s hat in Monster University, he would wear a lot of Dad Hats/Slouch Caps because they’re comfy and just easy to pop on if he’s not feeling like doing his hair. I imagine he has like plain ones for all say everyday, like the black one or the tan one, so they don’t gotta clash with whatever he’s wearing as those are colors that pretty much work with everything. And then I put in that one with the VHS because it’s like a small embroidery that he would dig and wear as he was a 90′s child and back home he probably honestly still has a big ass box of all the VHS tapes he had. Plus the Star Wars one he got from his brother for his birthday one year because he’s a nerd.

Then we got beanies. I don’t think he would wear them unless it was cold outside because he does prefer the cap to the beanie so he would just wear the cap instead if he needed to hide his hair. But when it is cold outside, which is like RARE but if he and the fam ever went up to Yosemite or North anywhere, and that’s more often now that he’s in a colder climate he’ll wear one to cover up his ears as he doesn’t go for ear muffs or the cozy head band. He wants the full efficiency of the hat that covers his whole ass head and both his ears comfortably. 

And his scarf! He got it from his mom before he left because he didn’t own one in California, as he never needed it really, but she got him a scarf and he cried and def wears it when he can. But again, only when it’s cold, because he isn’t someone who goes too hard with fashion since he. Doesn’t know how. Lmao.

Alrighty, moving on to shirts. Across the top are the basic t-shirts I feel like everyone has lmao. And he’s no exception. He has a plethora of plain colored t-shirts, or with the simple patterns like the stripes or whatever. But they work, you know, he can use them for whatever and no one will blink twice at him for just wearing a plain t-shirt. 

Then you move down and you have the short sleeve and long sleeve Henley’s that he wears because they’re not quite informal but they’re not at formal level. They’re a nice inbetween that’re a step up from t-shirts without the work of a button up since you don’t really gotta button but one button to get his head through the neck, if at all. They’re mostly plain colors too, neutral, can go with any other piece of clothing he wants to pair it with. And then also on that row I’ve got like a plain long sleeve grey t-shirt, and that’s just like?? the same as the short sleeve, they probably stretch across the plain colors that he can throw on if it’s gunna be a lil bit colder where he’s going.

Next row has polos, and that is one step up from the Henley’s I think because they have the collar, right. So those he would wear to work for sure under a nice jacket or something. They’re a little bit of a cop out but they do work. And they wouldn’t be anything flashy or printed. Maybe he would go for a pop of color on some if they were small and subtle, but other than that he just gets the plain colors that, again, goes with anything, isn’t going to call to much attention. Also we’ve got plain button downs that he has. Not quite as many as he does polos or t-shirts, but he does have a good collection. Most of the time he’s going to wear them over his plain t-shirts so he won’t have to button them up. But for work more recently his look is the button up shirt with a tie. Or just a button up under a nice jacket, like the polos, and he’ll still look #professional enough.

aND THEN we have the graphic t-shirts/some, not a lot, but some printed button ups that he’s acquired over the years. Obviously they’re going to be for his like casual days, laying around the house, going to get groceries, laundry, whatever. They’re his comfort clothing if nothing else. And yeah, I mean they’re just from movies or people he’s a fan of. I would say the printed button ups are almost always going to be hand-me-downs that he’ll wear to a family occasion in order to be like yeah! I do wear that thing you gave me! thanks so much! :D Or if they’re nice and he’s feELING it, he’ll wear one. 

JACKETS. He got the Peacoat before he came to the UK because before he didn’t really need it but nOW, in the winter months with the snow and stuff in Swynlake, he’s rocking it almost everyday on his walk to and from places, mostly to work. Then you have the jean jacket that every person needs, he probably wears it all the time as they do become your best friend in your wardrobe. Then that nice tan jacket if he needs it. And jackets like the black one he has maybe two to three of for work, cause it’s nice and he doesn’t own a single blazer, and it’s like casual enough but nice looking to wear to places without having to adorn something too formal as he is of the mind that he can’t go TOO formal anywhere unless it’s like. A wedding or something. But LOL he doesn’t get invited to jack shit so who cARES. 

And then we have cardigans, that like his plain t-shirts, he has in many colors as they’re easy to pop on over a t-shirt and go on his merry way. 

Hoodies!! As he is a big hoodie loving boi. More often than not he’ll be wearing one around the house or out and about if it’s cooler outside because idk. They’re just comfy. You can hold things in the pouch. They’re nice. He stans a Hoodie. 

From that love of hoodies he also has the thin version that act like a long sleeve t-shirt but look like a hoodie that are just a extra layer. Same thing with the zip up hoodies, they’re just easy and nice to have depending on the weather. And then some knitted sweaters because they’re also cozy and look nice and i’m sure mike it the guy who’s going to wear one over a button up with the tie underneath to look like a professor and uh I hate him.

I mean. What is there to say about men’s pants. Not a lot and yet I’m gunna.

 Basketball/Athletic shorts because he doEs work out, and run, and they’re also just the things he lays around in at home since they’re comfy. Then you got the cargo shorts that he’s slowly growing out of maybe hopefully one day. And jean shorts. Then you have sweatpants that he lives in because again, they’re comfy when he isn’t doing anything or when he’s just at home, which is all the time since he has no friends you know. Jeans: dark, and light, as everyone has.

Then he’s got chinos, and like any other man on the planet he has them in every color they offer that fit him because they’re like an inch above jeans in their formalness so he can wear them without having to go full dress pants. But he does have dress pants, mostly linens, that he’s been taking out more often now that he thinks he’s gotta be a professional lil man. 

Ah. Shoes. 

Sneakers. Obviously. To work out in, to run in, to just wear out into the world because that’s the footwear he prefers. He has one pair of boots that he’ll wear on occasion, if it calls for them or if he’s like, huh you know what I have not worn in a second...then dress shoes to wear with his formal wear.

Never will you ever catch him in flippy floppies or sandles or slide ons or anything close to those because he’s just not a fan and he’s just like, “i would rather not have my feet exposed thanks.”