#jean that means you too hon

[problemduetest4life]

All the Trojans get wasted and make out with each other. End post.

[junedenim]

breathe or steal a kiss

stuck in a small town with big things

warnings: blowjob, piv, texas, etc.

word count: 4.9k

He's in some diner in nowhere Texas. He's tired of driving and his stomach has been growling for the last hour, hungry for something other than stale pretzels. He's rubbing his eyes, desperate for them to not feel heavy. He's got 3 hours until Dallas and is determined to make it tonight.

When his eyes open, that blur fades and it's like a vision appears, an oasis in this desert he's driven through. You stand in your bell-bottom jeans, apron tied at your waist, with a red tank top. You're chewing gum and pulling out your check pad, not bothering to make eye contact with him until you click your pen. "What can I get for you, hon?"

That burger he was planning to get fades from his mind as your eyes land on his and send shockwaves down his spine. A feeling twists around him and a buzz runs through him. "Uh," he speaks as he looks down at the menu. "You got Coke?"

You smile and nod your head, obviously amused by his flustered nature. "Yeah, we got Coke."

"I'll—I'll take a Coke," he manages to get out.

You jot that down on the pad. "You want anything with that Coke?"

"Oh, uh, burger. Cheeseburger."

Your eyes are busy looking at your pen skim across the page but his eyes can't escape your face. "How would you like it?"

"I guess, well done. Do you have American cheese?"

You finally look back up at him, zapping him with your gaze. Your mouth slowly opens with a grin peeking through. "Are you British?"

He doesn't know how else to respond so he just nods slowly.

"I'm sorry for obsessing. We just don't get many British people down here. A Brit wanting American cheese." You return to writing on the pad about the cheese. "What brings you to this diner?"

"A little roadtripping. Tired from the road," he explains.

"Yeah, that's most people out here." You gaze around the room observing the other patrons. Most of them are old. Couples coming in for the early bird special. There's one family in the corner and a man drinking coffee at the counter. He's the only sore thumb. "Other than the regulars. Small town and all that." 

Alex doesn't mean to be rude just staring at you but he's worried he's made you self-conscious as you drop your hands from your hips and stare back at your notepad. "Anything else?" You ask. He shakes his head and hands you his menu. "I'll be right back with your Coke."

And he watches you walk away. That movement in your hips and a bandana sticking out the back pocket of your jeans. He originally blamed the fast beating of his heart on horniness but your cute country twang and your crooked teeth peeking out of your smile makes him think otherwise. It's not just lust. It's affection too.

You come back with a bottle of Coke with the lid popped off and a straw. "There you go."

"Thank you," he says. There's a pull that makes him talk before you leave, urging him to strike up some conversation. "Are you from here?"

You nod. "Whole life. Same house."

"Is there anything going on tonight?" It's the closest he can come to asking you out because part of him knows he should be back on the road within the hour but the other part begs him to stay even if he shouldn't because he'll have to leave eventually.

"There's always dancing if you want a proper Texan night," you tell him. "Well, proper Texan night for me."

He smiles at the smile that cracks on your face. "You like dancing?"

"Oh, I love it. Everyone gets into it, especially in this little community." He can imagine you, shaking your bum, enticing him into your grip.

Alex risks it and asks, "Can I take you out dancing tonight?"

Based on the grin that shoots across your face, he thinks he didn't go too far. "A British man wants to take me dancing. We'd be the talk of the town."

"You really must have nothing going on at this time if I'm going to be the talk of it."

"You'd be right, but..." You shake your head, looking down at him with a glowing stare. "I think you'd be the talk of the town anywhere."

He's blushing, bowing his head at the compliment, not expecting this over a Coke when he looks like he's been hit by a car and dragged for 10 blocks. "You must be the talk of the town then. A girl like you." He'd whistle if he could.

You giggle and cover your mouth with your hand. All cutesy, making his bones shutter. "You'd be surprised. I better bring the check to that table but I get off at 7 if you want to pick me up then."

It's 5 o'clock and he's got no fucking clue where he's going to sleep tonight. "I'd like to stay here if that's alright. I've got nowhere else to be."

"Alright, then."

He watches you the rest of your shift and he isn't subtle about it. His stare blazes and he might have looked down your shirt when he dropped his burger off. He'd call himself a perv if you didn't look him up and down in the same manner, desperate to know more about each other.

Then, suddenly at 7, after he's just paid for his meal, you come out from the backroom in a top and skirt polka dot set and cowboy boots. "I'm off, Sheila!" You shout to your co-worker. 

He watches the fabric brush against your skin as you exit from behind the counter with a denim jacket thrown over one arm and a cowboy hat held in the other. "For you, sir." You offer him the hat, placing it on his head, and fitting it down until it sits perfectly. "To look more the part."

"You certainly look the part." He doesn't know what to call you. Beautiful, hot, pretty, sexy, fuckable. It's all just a blur and he wants to reach out and take a chunk of your long hair behind your ear but he doesn't want to cross anything. He wants you to show him the ropes.

You walk outside, the heels of your boot and the soles of his shoes pushing the pebble-rock-filled parking around. "Oh." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. "Your tip." It's crisp $20 and a way bigger tip than his $9 meal.

You shake your head, handing the money back to him. "I can't take that. You're taking me out already. It wouldn't be right."

"It wouldn't feel right not to tip you," Alex tells you. He pushes the bill back into your hands.

The corners of your mouth turn up but you once again return the $20. "You're a kind gentleman but I can't take your money."

He accepts this and puts his wallet away. "I'll use it on drinks then."

The drive there is short—no more than 5 minutes. The town is small but he gets the feeling everyone is here tonight as the parking lot is full when you arrive and the noise bleeding out the bar has no competition with any city bar he's been to.

People are already stumbling out drunk when the two of you walk in and you're quickly greeted by a friend who smells like she just chugged a whole keg of beer. "This is Alex," you introduce, grabbing his shoulder, already making him flushed. "He's British."

"That's so cool!" She shouts. She's soon grabbed by her boyfriend as the two hit the dance floor.

"Are you going to introduce me as British to everyone?" He asks, charmed by your excitement over him.

"Why? You planning to hide it?"

He's laughing as you tug him over to the bar and demand 2 whiskeys from the bartender. You must know him as you know everyone because he quickly serves you two, passing over the other vendors. 

You down your drink in one go, clearly a pro and eager for a drink after a long day of work. "You ready to dance?"

He's still nursing his glass, having barely taken a sip. "I'm not very good."

You giggle. "You asked me out dancing and you're not very good? What were you planning on doing?"

He can't blame the alcohol; there's barely any in his system. He'll blame his hormones for the urge that possesses him to lean down and kiss you. It's by no means a sweet kiss. It's a lustful one with pent-up horniness that he's had since the beginning of this trip along with a complete desire for you.

You accept it completely. You tilt your head back and let him dominate your mouth, let him take control completely. He rounds his arms around you, pulling you into him, arching your back, pressing your hips right into his. It's a clearly desperate message that he's hoping you accept.

Soon, but not too soon, he releases your lips, your hips still dug against his. "I think you're probably much better at kissing than dancing."

He lets out a breathy chuckle. "You'd be right."

You pull him close, hugging him to you, your lips up against his ear. "If you dance with me, I'll let you watch me ride the bull." His eyes dart over to the mechanical bull in the corner and even with a fat old man riding on it, all the blood has suddenly left his head and rushed down and he thinks he'll pass out any second now. You pull back. "How's that sound?"

He nods dumbly as you drag him to the floor, drink still in his hand with a stunned look across his face. Luckily for him, it's not some organized line dancing although certain groups have formed and certain rhythms have been made that he just can't follow.

Alex looks over and you're moving, your boots sliding across the floor, and your skirt shifting around your legs. He's desperate to reach out and touch your hips with that sliver of skin that appears between your top and the skirt.

"C'mon!" You encourage him, waving your hand for him to join you.

He takes one step and he's already cringing. "I suck at this!" He yells over the country music.

You're tossing your head back in laughter, clasping your hands together in delight. "I can't lie. You're just so stiff." You move behind him and his breath escapes him as your hands land on his hips. "It's all about the hip movement, right?"

"Right." He smiles and reaches down, pulling your arms around him fully. You hug his back to your chest and lean your head on his shoulder. He's not paying attention to his swaying, slowly, unnoticeable getting lost in the music. He feels like he could fall asleep like this. You brush your hand down his chest to his stomach before reaching out for his half-emptied glass, chugging the remaining whiskey down.

You swallow the liquid and place your mouth next to his ear. "You ready for a fast one?"

You relinquish your hold before he can answer. It's like you know the bar band's setlist by heart as right after the slow one finishes, they launch into a quick one, getting nearly everyone in the bar up on their feet. Alex would feel intimidated if half of them weren't drunk and thinking he's already charmed you enough for you to at least find his awful dancing amusing. 

"Just follow my lead," you tell him as you stick a foot out and he follows you down the line. He feels like he's doing the hokey pokey and, like he was at Jacob Stein's Bar Mitzvah, he sucks at it.

You show everyone in the bar up, shuffling your feet around, shaking your hips, and doing it all while being the hottest one in there, which isn't saying much there isn't much competition in the beauty department and the dance department is limited other than the old fat geezer that was on the bull earlier that is now surprisingly good at twirling.

Alex copies the other men and puts his hands on his belt, his thumbs holding the buckle. You look over and smile affectionately. "You're already getting the hang of it."

"If I'm already getting the hang of it, can we stop then?" He feels out of shape, out of breath, and out of the loop as everyone claps their hands.

You giggle. "Make it to the end of the song." He supposes that's fair until it feels like the song is never going to end. He swears they've been doing this for 10 minutes and the band is only getting faster. He's sweaty and the Texan heat isn't helping whatsoever. 

But you're still on top of your shit, of course. The heat has only made you glisten and you're dancing on beat with a smile on your face. Your outfit's fabric dancing on its own and your cowboy boots pound the floor.

Then, relief comes as the band ends with resounding cheers. The dancing settles and Alex wipes his forehead, completely exhausted. "Bull time?" He inquires.

You smirk. "Sure, but you gotta pay for it."

"It's with your tip anyways."

You hook your arm with him as he digs into his wallet. "Well, this feels more gentlemanly than overtipping."

"It wasn't overtipping and I'm probably getting more out of this than you." He hands the money to the operator.

You raise your eyebrows. "Is that so?" You kiss me before escaping behind the gate of the machine. Alex moves out of the way of the line and leans on the wall as you mount the bull and he's never been more focused on something in his life, memorizing the way your legs grip the machine.

It starts up, slowly at first. Your hips move with it, creating a pattern, one he wants to recreate, except, you know, he's the bull. But then the machine starts moving rapidly and you're quick to fall off it in laughter. You last 20 seconds, by no means a record.

You stand up and readjust your clothes, exiting the ride. "I've never done that before," you say when you approach him.

He figured you to be an expert mechanical bull rider. You know every other inch of this place. "Why not?" You ask.

"I guess I was always scared but it was a lot of fun," you tell him, clutching to him for balance, mildly dizzy.

He manages to say, "Good" before your hand grabs the back of his neck and pulls his face down to yours and kisses you harshly. It's overtaking and everything else feels unimportant as his hands touch the soft fabric on the small of your back. He doesn't think there should ever be space between the two of you because your hips against his hips and your boobs against his chest and your lips against his lips all leave him breathless.

You both pause for a breath. "Any good hotels around here?" He breathes out.

"There's a motel down the road," you tell him, attaching your lips back to his. 

The kiss continues before he pulls back again to say, "Let's go there."

"Uh-huh," you say against his lips.

It takes you a while to actually get to his car. Every inch of the way, one of you stops to kiss some part of the other's body. When he actually manages to turn the car on, you start kissing his neck hungrily. "You can't do that," he warns.

You kiss up to his ear. "Why?" 

And there were valid reasons but he can't think of them and he isn't sure how he manages it but they arrive at the motel in one piece. 

One part of the journey they actually do keep their lips off each other is the front desk. "Just 1 room. 1 bed," Alex requests.

"For the two of you?" The lady questions. He thinks she might know you but neither of you has said anything to confirm that theory.

"Yes," he nods. "1 room. 1 bed. 1 night." He's desperate. Can feel the boner growing and this lady is taking forever to hand him the key to the shitty motel room that she'll overcharge him for.

"Hmm," she hums. She looks through her books but this motel hasn't been updated since 1952 and no one is probably staying here but yet she's acting like there are no vacancies. "And you'll be sleeping in the same bed?"

"Yes," he says frustratedly. "Hence the 1 bed."

"Hmm." It's like she's edging him or something, finally she stands and grabs a key from the back wall. "Check out is at 10. We have complimentary coffee but you'll have to pay for the WiFi. The TV remote is in the drawer next to the Bible." 

Silence transpires and the key is still in her hand. You let go of him and reach over the corner with the palm of your hand out. "Thank you," you say as a request for her to hand the key.

She drops it in your hand and you're quick to race off down to your room. After the door slams shut behind you two, there isn't any reason to hesitate as your movements become overcome with lust, clutching at every scrap of each other you can.

His shirt goes flying, your shirt goes flying. He backs you up onto the bed, collapsing on top of you. He's kissing down your neck, unlatching your bra, and smothering himself in your tits. Your eyes drift closed as his lips wrap around your nipple, sucking gently as his teeth graze the nub before soothing it with his tongue. You moan, pushing your chest out a bit as his hand cups your other breast, squeezing it lightly before he brings his mouth over and latches onto that one. He hums around your breast, biting and sucking and licking at your hard nipple.

You can feel his cock hardening against your thigh. Giving one last nip, Alex pulls away and moves his attention downward, kissing down your stomach, his tongue tracing. "So hot," he mumbles against your skin.

"You too," you shakily say. You sit up, pushing him to a standing position as your head hovers just at his belly button. Your hands reach out to his belt, playing with that buckle just like he was earlier in the bar. You look up at him, a smirk playing on your lips as he struggles for air. You pull the belt out of the buckle and unbutton his jeans. You shuffle your skirt off and drop to your knees in just your panties, taking his zipper down with you.

You wrap your fingers around the hardening base of his cock, having trouble keeping a straight face at the sight of him desperately struggling. You smile as you press a teasing kiss to the side of his shaft. "You know that thing they say about things being bigger in Texas." You shake your head as you teasingly pump him. "Not true. Not like this, at least."

You take the head into your mouth. You keep your gaze up as you lick the slit, the tip of your tongue tracing the thin opening and earning a loud moan from Alex. His body trembles and chest heaves with each swipe of your tongue. Your lips wrapped around it as your tongue gifts it with attention, alternating between teasing the slit and swirling around the tip, your eyes never breaking contact with Alex. 

As you start moving your lips down and taking more of his cock into your warm mouth, Alex feels his knees starting to go weak. He tries to brace himself on you, a hand on your head, but his legs are still trembling.

Feeling the way his thighs are shaking, you pull back and give him a soft smile. "Come sit on the bed, baby," you instruct, taking his hand off of you and leading him over to the edge of the bed.

He flops down on it, not having a moment to think before you're pushing his legs apart and kneeling between them, your arms laying on his thighs as you take hold of his cock's base again and guides it back into your mouth.

"Fuck that feels so good," he moans, sighing as he leans back on his arms and watching you work away at him. There's nothing quite like the sight of his cock in your pretty mouth, looking into your captivating eyes as you suck him nice and slow, lips and tongue touching every inch of his shaft. 

You work on his cock agonizingly slow, making sure you've lapped at every inch of sensitive flesh before you move on, your tongue curling around his thick shaft as your lips slide further and further down until it's impossible for you to fit any more of it in your mouth. His eyes flutter closed now as he feels you swallowing around him, the tip of his cock pressed right up against the back of your throat.

You pull back before you gag, sucking in a breath before going back. Your lips move from the head down over him to get to his base. You can feel his cock getting stiffer against your lips with every kiss.

Alex brushes your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear, curling his fingers around the back of your head to hold it just like he's wanted to all night. You smile softly up at him, a silent thanks, but a lust creeps in darkening your gaze as his hand steadies on the back of your head.

He pulls you back to his crotch, making you open your mouth wide and take as much of his length as you can, hollowing out your cheeks and letting him set the pace, guiding your head back and forth on his cock.

Alex starts slow, letting you get used to the change in pace before he starts to pull you in faster, soon being able to feel his tip poking the back of your throat. He's content to just watch your head bob between his legs for a bit, not wanting to force you to swallow any more than you can take, until his hips start to move of their own accord. He first just arches off the couch to get closer to your mouth, then actually thrusting into you, fucking your face shallowly.

Alex grunts loudly, unable to control himself, his eyes rolling back into his head. "F-Fuck, yeah, fuck yeah, baby, that's it," he moans, the feel of your wet hot mouth turning his bones to jelly. "You take it so good."

But he can feel it, himself getting sloppier and closer and this can't end too soon, not in your mouth with you on your knees. He pulls you off him, tilting your head back to look at him clearly in the eye. "Get up here," he tells you, patting the bed.

You hop up onto the bed quickly. He pushes you down and reaches into your underwear, running his fingers through you, feeling the eagerness drip. He kisses you as he pushes the fabric to the side and starts fingering you. You moan against his mouth and it's so hot he almost lets go there. "Just put it in me," you huff out in between kisses.

He's unable to hold back a grin and pulls away to yank your panties down your legs, throwing them wherever everything else has been discarded. He guides his spit-slicked dick towards your hole. He rubs the tip through your folds before he pushes himself pushing himself in as you start to moan at the slow stretch until he's completely buried in you.

Alex starts rocking his hips, trying your instructions from earlier. He kisses you again, unable to avoid those lips. He swallows your moans and smiles into the kiss.

You arch your back into him, pressing your chest against his. Alex's fingers digging into your skin as he pushes into you harder. Strangled moans fill the room as he bucks and rocks his hips. Your thighs already starting to shake, curling around you, and pulling him in deeper the more desperate you get. 

"More," you moan. So, he starts thrusting into you like he knows you want it, bypassing any slowness completely and getting right to the sharp thrusts. He slides in and out quickly, hitting that spot inside you just a little bit harder each time. "Is this what you wanted? Huh?"

"Y-Yes," you gasp, digging your nails into his shoulder as he collides into you.

Alex wraps his hands around your thighs and hoists them up a bit more until your legs are pushed up to waist level. It hits that spot even deeper and you're completely gone by then, lost in the flutter on your eyelashes, clenching around him.

Feeling you get tighter and tighter with each pump drives his hips to move faster, bending just a bit more at the knees to get that perfect angle to pound into you just where he needs to be, and just like that, you're falling apart moments later, your pussy locking around his cock as you come and pulling you in so tight that he can barely keep fucking you through it without blowing his own load.

You've just barely recovered from your orgasm when he pulls out and you reach up to take him into your mouth. You cover his cock completely as he is unable to stop himself from thrusting into your mouth, cum shoved down your throat.

He lands beside you and then it's just heavy breathing and the regret of not turning on the AC the moment you walked in. "I like that a lot," you tell him.

"Good." He smiles over at you and you're already looking over at him. He'd pull you into him if he wasn't so sweaty. "That was fucking great."

You chuckle and stand slowly, readjusting and walking over to the panel for the small AC, turning it on. "You want to take a shower?"

The answer is, of course, yes. With your naked body and cheeky grin staring him down, already turning him on again, and the idea of cooling water pooling around him right now sounds like heaven.

Which has to then be ruined by water that came straight from hell. He can barely touch the water with his hand without helping back at the burn. "It must have overheated from the sun beating down on the pipes. Shitty motel anyway," you say.

"I'm so fucking hot," he complains, tilting his head back.

"Yeah." He looks over at you and your biting your lip, eyes lewd and clearly enjoying his nudity.

He proudly smirks. "You already want to go again?"

"The tiles are cool." That's true, his feet are the only things not burning.

Alex bends down, his butt hitting the cool tiles in relief. You straddle over him, your knees gaining relief. He's finally able to pull you close again, boobs against him, and kisses on your lip. "You want me to go down on you?"

You shake your head and pick up his harding cock in between you two, rising on your knees. "Just fuck me again." And then you're sinking down before he can even process it. His mind blurry as you take him all in again.

His cock surrounded by tight, wet warmth once again, as you move back and forth on his lap. Alex knows he isn't going to last very long, already a complete mess as you grab the back of his neck, controlling him, controlling every movement of both of you back. One flesh.

Alex starts rubbing your clit, determined to have some say in this fucking, determined to making you come as soon as he can. He fumbles a bit, his fingers slipping in your arousal before he finally is able to press his fingertips against your clit and apply pressure. He can feel you tighten around his cock immediately in reaction to his touch.

You rock together desperately, the sounds of their moans and slapping skin echo through the bathroom. It happens just a few minutes later, when he suddenly thrusts up into you, overtaking you completely, throwing you over the edge. He lifts you off him quickly, his cum shooting onto his stomach as his head knocks against the wall. 

"Holy shit," he finally utters.

"Yeah," you say. You can barely keep your head up, landing it on his collarbone. He reaches up and holds it tenderly, releasing the hardness from before, finally laying in softness. "We should probably go to sleep in bed."

He nods in agreement. Finding the strength in him to somehow make it into bed. He pulls you into him, just a light sheet over the two of you, still stuck in the heat. He doesn't mean to ask, but thinks out loud, "Come with me."

"Hmm?" You hum, half-asleep.

"I don't know what I'm saying," he says.

About a minute later, when he's almost certain you've fallen asleep, you pull yourself closer to him and mumble, "I've never been to Dallas before."

*

a/n: alex in a cowboy hat might be my favourite picture ever and i struggle using it knowing i'll never be able to use it again. please, alex, more cowboy hat pictures!!

[passionwillow]

Burning Desire

I'd like to thank the sweet anon for this request because GOSH I have been wanting to write this desperately. Virgin reader who is kinda innocent, babysits Deacons kids and he finally snaps and gives in to his desires.

Warnings: Smut! 18+, age gap, soft dom Deacon (this needs its own warning he's so hot ugh)

You quietly closed the bedroom door as Victoria finally dozed off, letting out a sigh as you walked down the hall and back down the stairs. She was always a hard one to put down to bed, but it only took 20 minutes this time. Usually it was almost an hour.

You padded quietly down the stairs and started as you heard movement and the clicking of glass from the kitchen. You slowly walked through the living room and peeked into the kitchen, relaxing and smiling at the muscled back and silver hair you spotted.

You walked through the curved archway and cleared your throat, Deacon turning and smiling, his brown eyes tired but keen as they eyed your jeans and baggy sweater. "Hey. The kids down and sleeping?" You nodded and took a seat at the table, hands on the counter as you watched him open his beer. "Yeah, Victoria took some extra time." He nodded and sipped his beer as he walked over to you, leaning on the counter beside you. "I figured that's where you were. Didn't want to get her all excited if I stopped up there."

You smiled in understanding and ducked your head, his gaze bringing a heat to your cheeks. You loved working for Deacon , loved the kids, and he was always understanding if you couldn't make it somedays. Even let you stay over if his shift ran late and he didn't come home until the early morning hours.

But Deacon was also ridiculously attractive and you had hard time keeping your cool around him. The way he stared at you, always seemed to stand a little closer than necessary, it turned your legs to jello and your stomach to a fluttering mess. Not to mention you couldn't get a word out without being a stuttering mess.

You weren't experienced with guys, that was just a fact. You hadn't dated much, and hadn't had sex before. Ever. You were quiet, kept to yourself, went through college with your head down and got good grades. You knew what sex was, you weren't completely shielded from life. But not many guys looked at you and you were too shy to make any moves.

You were torn out of your thoughts as Deacon's hand found yours, squeezing briefly and raising his brows. "You alright, hon?" His nickname made your cheeks heat again, and you knew your face had to be tomato red by now. "Yeah, yeah. Sure. Just uhm- tired." You swallowed hard and cursed yourself in your head. Why couldn't you just relax?

Deacon smiled in amusement and nodded, hand lingering before he pulled away, nodding towards the living room. "Why don't you stay over tonight. It's already late, and the weather is getting bad. I wouldn't want you driving home in it." You gazed up at him and nodded, giving him what you hoped was a calm smile. You moved your hands to your lap and tried to hide the slight tremble, but Deacon could read your body language like it was written right there on paper.

He cocked his head as he studied you, brown eyes a shade darker than normal as he shifted his weight, leaning over you a little. "Do I make you nervous?" His question caught you off guard and you looked at him in vague alarm, licking your lips before speaking. "Nervous? I don't.. I mean. A little I guess." He slowly smiled and kept his eyes on yours, gaze flickering briefly to your lips. "Why?"

Your stomach clenched as your eyes stayed on his, too dazed to think about looking anywhere else. You didn't know why you answered him, but with his body so close you could feel his warmth, the smell of his cologne filling your nose, it drew the words out before you could even think. "I-I.. I don't know. You.. You're handsome. And older. And-.. Yeah." You finished lamely, your head finally ducking to look into your lap. Deacon's smile only widened as he gently reached for you, finger hooking under your chin to bring your eyes back to his.

"Me? C'mon, I can't have that big of an effect on you. You've been with guys a lot better looking than me, I'm sure. One's that aren't old, either." You obediently looked up at him as he spoke, his touch searing your skin as you shook your head, hair falling around your face as your ponytail fell loose. "No, I.. I haven't. I've never done anything, not like that." You swallowed hard and bit your bottom lip, his finger still on your chin. "And I don't think you're too old. If-.. If that's what you thought I meant because it isn't. What I meant."

Deacon's smile only grew wider at your rambling and he shook his head, thumb grazing over your bottom lip as he moved closer, your legs parting to give him room to stand between them, his pupils blown as you studied you. "So what if I told you I'd show you what it's like. To have a man.. Treat you right. Pleasure you." The drop in his voice at the last two words sent a shiver down your spine, and heat flooded to your core. Your lips parted as your breathing quickened, and all you could do was nod at his words.

He hummed lightly and reached behind your head, gently tugging the black hair tie that kept your hair pulled back from your face. Your hair fell down over your shoulders and he smiled, cupping your cheek and almost whispering as he spoke. "I need to hear you say it, beautiful. If you don't want this, I'll walk away and never ask again.. But I can't stop thinking about you."

The raw honesty in his words hit you in the gut, and the hot flush that ran over your skin made you feel like you were on fire. You nodded again but sat up straighter on your stool, voice breathless and soft as you spoke. "Please. I want you." Your words darkened his gaze and his hand that cradled the back of your head tightened ever so slightly as he leaned in, his lips grazing your jaw and moving in a slow line to your neck.

His lips were warm and soft, the stubble on his cheek scraping pleasantly against your skin. Your eyes drifted closed as he worked to your pulse point, teeth scraping against the heartbeat in your throat before moving to your ear, his soft, warm breath leaving goosebumps on your skin as he whispered. "I'm going to make you feel so fucking good, baby, I promise." You couldn't stop the soft whimper that left your lips, and he pulled back enough to press his lips to yours, one hand still holding your head as the other went to your hips, gently pulling you up from your seat and pressing you into the counter.

Your hands grabbed for the front of his shirt, and you held the fabric in a white knuckled grip. His lips moved slow and methodical against yours, the scruff of his beard tickling your skin as you followed his lead, your inexperience starting to make you tense. You were going to make an absolute fool of yourself, it didn't matter how badly you wanted it, wanted him.

Deacon seemed to sense your nervousness and pulled back, his hand moving to cup your cheek, his other sliding to your lower back, anchoring you to his solid form. "Hey. Look at me." His soft but firm tone brought you out of your fluster and your eyes met his, unable to look away as he spoke to you. "Just relax, let me do the work. Okay? I'll take care of you." His words soothed your nerves and you nodded with a slight smile, the nervous twist of your gut turning to something unfamiliar. He matched your smile and gave you one last peck before pulling away and taking your hand, leading you upstairs to his room.

You'd only been in here once or twice since you worked for him, only to put away some laundry he insisted he'd get to but never did. The cream colored bedsheets were crisp and neat, the soft glow of the lamp he turned on giving enough light for him to see you. You glanced around the room and chewed at your lip, Deacon's touch to your cheek bringing your attention back to him. He stood so close to you, you were sure he heard your heart hammering in your chest.

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, nose gliding along your cheek as he whispered. "You sure you want this? You can say no. Walk right out of here, no hard feelings." You shivered and slid your hands to his hips, fingers sliding into his belt buckles as you nodded quickly, the wetness between your legs only increasing at the proximity of him. "I do. I want it, Deac."

You're consent caused a smile to curl over his lips, and he didn't waist time pressing his lips to yours, hands sliding down the backs of your thighs as he suddenly lifted you. He turned and carried you the short distance to the bed, setting you down and resting a knee on the bed beside you, hovering over you so he could deepen the kiss further, his tongue slipping in to taste you.

You opened up to him without a moments hesitation, the excitement and nervousness and lust coursing through you making your skin tingle. Deacon pushed you back further into the bed, making sure to handle you gently as he laid you back, toned body pressing into yours. He moved his lips to your neck and got to work marking you up, teeth nipping and lips suckling a hickey into your neck. You let your head rest back into the pillows, the scent of him all over the sheets as you arched slightly, a moan slipping out as he marked you. His rough, calloused hand slipped under your hoodie and cupped your breast, squeezing and kneading as he pulled back and looked down at you, gaze darker than it was before.

"Anyone ever touch you like this?" You shook your head as you breathed shaky and quick through your mouth, a smile ghosting over his lips as you watched you. "I think we'll have to change that, then." He sat up and grabbed the hem of your hoodie, pulling it up and off to reveal your bra, the only thing keeping you from being exposed. He didn't waist any time tossing your top to the floor and leaning down, peppering kissed over he top of your boobs, hands traveling over your thighs.

You gasped and shivered at the sensation, his warm lips leaving a trail that felt like fire over your skin. Your hand shook as you hesitated before sliding it into his hair, and he hummed in approval as his teeth nipped at the sensitive flesh, your back arching as you moaned. You almost didn't notice his hand that slipped underneath you, undoing your bra and pulling the straps down your shoulders, a blush heating your cheeks as he pulled it off and threw it aside.

He looked up at you and smiled as his hands kneaded your breast, gaze never leaving your face as he teased and pinched your nipple between his fingers, rolling the bud between them. He noted the way you arched and whimpered, leaning down and latching onto the other one as he continued teasing and pinching.

Every pinch, every tug, every kiss and nip went right to your core. Your nails scratched at his scalp as he continued teasing you, and you were trying so hard not to wake the kids as you whined and moaned under him. He pulled back after a moment and looked down at you, a smile on his face as he took in your blissed out face. "You are beautiful, you know that?" He didn't wait for a response as he sat up on his knees, fingers going to your jeans and popping the button, pulling the zipper down.

You could only pant and blush as he tugged your jeans off your hips, your panties going right with them. You knew you were a soaked mess, and you tried to close your legs, hide the arousal from him, but his hands grabbed your knees and spread them back open. He shook his head and crawled back over you, nose almost brushing yours as he whispered. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. Okay?" His eyes held firm to yours, and all you could do was nod, your eyes glancing to his lips. He smiled at your quiet request and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours.

You eagerly wrapped your arms around his neck, daring to let your tongue brush his lips in a silent plea. He opened up for you and let you explore his mouth, only pulling back once you were breathless and had a pleased smile on your face. He chuckled at your expression and sat back up on his knees, looking between your legs at the soaked mess waiting just for him. He licked his lips and reached down, his middle finger dragging through your slickness and collecting it on his finger, your soft gasp and whine going right to his cock. "Has anyone ever touched you here, princess?"

You shook your head and bit your lip, hips lifting in another plea for him, a plea for more. He smiled to himself and looked at you, finger circling your clit and teasing as he watched your body react, easing a finger inside you without warning. You gasped and moaned in surprise at the intrusion, your hands tangled in the bedsheets as he explored you. "Do you pleasure yourself, babygirl? Hm?" His question sent a shiver down your spine, and you nodded and clenched around his finger, cheeks hot as you closed your eyes, hips rocking as he slowly fingered you.

He leaned down over your body, one hand bracing himself by your head as the other moved between your legs, a second finger easing in as he purred. "You think of me when you pleasure yourself, baby?" His warm breath tickled your ear and you whimpered at the stretch of his fingers inside you, your hands moving to his hair and clinging to the silver locks. He pulled back just enough to see your face, to see you nod quickly to answer his question. "Yeah.. It's always you I think of." He grinned at your words and curled his fingers, letting them graze that sweet spot inside of you, as he growled. "Good. Because I think of you too, princess."

His words sent a hot flash to your core, and you cried out in bliss as his thumb found your clit, pressing on the sensitive bud and silencing you with a kiss, muffling your moans as he stretched you open for him.

He pulled back without warning and let his fingers slowly slip out of you, smirking in amusement at the weak whimper you let out at the loss. He brought his fingers to his lips and slowly sucked them clean, eyes glued to yours as you watched in absolute awe. He grinned at your reaction and got up, quickly removing his shirt and jeans, making quick of his briefs before taking his place between your legs.

Your eyes ate up the exposed skin like you were starving, and at the sight of his cock you actually moaned a little. It was a decent length but it seemed so thick, and the thought of it filling you made you inhale shakily. Deacon seemed to pick up on the nervousness, because his hands found your thighs and squeezed gently, thumbs moving in light circles. "We can stop, baby. We don't need to do this right now."

His concern soothed the tightness in your throat, and you quickly shook your head, sitting up and looking up into his eyes. He was still towering over you at this angle. "No, I want to.. I just.. How is that going to fit?" His shoulders relaxed and he laughed a little at your question, taking your hand that was pressed to his bare chest and moving it lower, until you were mere inches from his cock. "It will. Just need patience." You eyed his leaking cock and but your lip, hesitating before gently wrapping your fingers around him.

He inhaled sharply and closed his eyes, his hips twitching slightly as he started stroking him. You studied his face as you worked his cock, letting your thumb brush his leaking head every so often, noting the way his bows furrowed, the way his breath hitched and the low, throaty groans he made. You smiled to yourself and gave his cock a tug, and he growled out your name before grabbing your wrist, leaning down and pressing a searing kiss to your lips.

"Fuck, baby, I need to be inside you." His words went straight to your core, and you nodded quickly, laying back on the bed as he gently pushed your shoulder, shifting closer and gripping his shaft, lining up to your entrance and letting the head of his cock run between your folds. "It's going to hurt, okay? Just tell me if you need to stop." You nodded and bit your lip in anticipation, jaw going slack as he eased his tip in, leaning down over you once he was sure he wouldn't slip out. His mouth traveled over your jaw and neck, one hand holding your thigh that he guided to his hip, his other forearm holding up him up as he nestled into you, his body weight keeping you pinned as he nudged his way into you.

The burning between your thighs was a mix of pleasure and pain, and you whimpered and moaned as he stretched you open, his lips trying to distract you from the pain. Your hands gripped and clawed at his broad back, Deacon's panting almost as ragged as yours. He bottomed out and kept his hips still, kissing your cheek and murmuring softly to you. "That's it, baby, just relax. Breathe and relax, baby, that's a good girl." His praises sent a hot rush through you, and your walls clenched around his cock. He grunted slightly and looked down at you, eyes dark and full of lust as he purred. "Do you know how amazing you feel, babygirl?"

You looked up into his eyes and cracked a smile, letting your nose brush his as you whispered. "Move, baby- please, I need you to move." He smiled and obeyed your request, hips starting to move as he kept an eye on your face, trying to keep an eye out for any pain on your end. His hand slid lower to your cheek and kneaded at the flesh, helping to hold your hips at an angle as he thrust deeper.

The burning quickly subsided to pleasure and your moans filled the room, his own grunts and groans mixing with yours. Your juices soaked his cock, and allowed him to move smoother and deeper, your sweaty bodies pressed together as he stayed close to you, mumbling sweetly in your ear as he made love to you. "So good, baby, you're taking me so well. I'll take care of you, baby, gonna make you feel so good."

It wasn't long before you were reaching your climax, the unfamiliar and overwhelming pleasure bringing you to the brink. He kept the steady pace as you came undone, muffling your moans and cries with his lips as his nails dug into the soft flesh of your ass, breathing shakily through his nose. He pulled back and took in your blissed out expression, the tightness of you around him, your walls fluttering from your orgasm bringing him closer. "Tell me where you want me to cum, baby." His voice was trembling as he drew nearer and nearer, and your clawed at his toned chest as the aftershock of your orgasm made your legs tremble, clenching around him and whining. "In me. Cum in me, Deacon."

Your words made a growl slip out of him, and he gave two hard thrust before coming undone, his sweaty forehead falling into your shoulder as he filled you. The hot spurts you felt inside you made you whimper, and your arms went limp around his neck, the pleasure of the night making you weak.

Deacon had enough energy left to gently slip out of you before rolling over, lying on his back beside you and cursing softly. The sound of you both panting filled the room, and your eyes were too heavy to try and open. You felt the bed shift and a blanket being pulled over you, then a gentle arm pull you closer. You forced your eyes open as you rolled over and smiled as Deacon pulled you into his chest, a gentle kiss landing on your forehead as he mumbled. "You were amazing, baby."

You hummed lightly and hid your face in his chest, a smile stuck to your lips as you spoke quietly. "So were you.. Thank you. For taking care of me." He ran his fingertips over your bare back and nodded, his arms tightening around you. "Always."

[witchwrestler]

I Eat Boys

warnings // Jason being a creep but that's literally it

summary: 10 things I hate about you inspired little blurb bc I got bored

note: reblogs are appreciated and encouraged!! if you like this i will gladly do another part, this was v fun to write !!!

part 2

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You'd always been what most in the small shoebox town of hawkins would call a "feminist bitch", and according to most of the men who ask you out as a joke in the hallways, you've been more rageful than usual. You had one boyfriend during your high-school career thus far. It was freshman year and the product of being told that if a boy was being mean to you, surely that means he likes you. It ended after four months, after his failed attempt at getting in your pants.

It took you much longer than you'd like to admit to heal from that fiasco, and when you had finally declared yourself happy again, you cut your hair short, bought a pair of doc martens you'd always wanted and decided you would swear men off for a while. Not to say they were even approaching you, it seems the moment you had grown into yourself and stopped caring, men wanted nothing to do with you.

That is, until a very cold and rainy saturday. You had gone to the record store across from family video to buy the new metallica 'master of puppets'. As per usual the music blaring from your beat up jeep was some form of loud aggressive feminist punk rock, and as you turned into the parking lot, what seemed like the entire hawkins cheer team parked next to you. Too fast you thought, their happy Duran Duran playing selves turned into four cheerleaders looking at you like you were deranged. You scowled back at them and walked into the record store.

You spotted the metallica immediately and walked over to the metal section.

Only you weren't the only one grabbing the cassette, right as you very nearly got your hands on it, a pair of silver-clad fingers snatched it. You looked up, shooting a glare at him. He had long curly brown hair, the sickest dio tour shirt on, a guitar pick hanging on a chain around his neck and chains hanging from his jeans. This is the first time you had felt almost upstaged by a man, you think to yourself before speaking. "I really thought I was the only one who liked metal in this shitty town, do I have competition now?" You say, leaning forward over the display separating you. He looked at you a moment, a smile on his face, "it would seem you do" you smile back at him, and grab another cassette from in front of you before walking to the front to pay.

As you leave you turn back around, finding him still standing at the metal section, his eyes meeting yours again. "I am jealous as hell of that dio shirt, by the way." You say, walking out to your car.

The rain had stopped but it was still chilly outside, so you pulled your brown leather jacket closer to keep warm. You hadn't noticed that someone was following behind you until they whistled at you. You turned on your heel, immediately angry. Jason carver and his raging case of dickface disease stood before you, walking towards you like he was entitled to you or something.

" Carver, if you don't walk away right now, I'll kick your sorry ass," you say, backing slowly towards your car and crossing your arms. "A girl? kick my ass? keep dreaming, hon." He says, inching towards you. "Look, I wouldn't mind a reason to hit you, but I doubt you're gonna wanna go tell your fucking goon squad that you got your ass beat by a woman, huh?" You say, nothing but a blank expression on your face. He gets too close for comfort, a hand brushing your thigh. "so you're a feisty one, hm?" he says, his hand now squeezing your thigh, your fist clenching at his touch. You let out a sarcastic laugh just to say, "Carver, I fucking eat boys like you for breakfast. You're all talk, no bite." a smirk paints his face as he pushes you onto the door of your car, "isn't that why you went to juvie, freak?" he says. Clearly, he thought that the freak bit would cut deep, but you weren't about to let someone like him get under your skin.

"Yeah." That wasn't true. You have never even been near a juvenile detention center. But your last straw had been pulled, and you would rather he be scared of you than have him actually figure you out. "And pathetic, mysoginistic, disrespectful boys like you were my favorite kind." You say, pushing him off of you. His eyes got big with fear, scrambling away as he ran to his car, eyes flicking to you nervously. You let out a sigh of relief "fucking, men." you mumbled under your breath, finishing the walk to your car.

☆

Little did you know, that head of curly hair and hands clad with silver, who grabbed the same album as you, had tried to catch up to you after you complimented his shirt. You hadn't noticed him watch your little scramble. And you hadn't noticed the smirk that grew on his face as he saw you scare carver off. And you didn't know that he had regretted not asking your name, and that now he feared he might never know it.

[umeoniii]

giving aot men head

eren, reiner, jean, levi, armin

(=^x^=)

eren:

hair puller. he pulls your hair esp when it feels nice. he pushes your head, like he pushes your head to the point your choking, gag reflex or not. and he just does it over and over while his eyes are rolling to the back of his head. erens words are more taunting and meanish. like he

says things like “i bet you won’t even last 2 minutes with me in your mouth” like he’s trying to challenge you. when he cums he switches up where he does it. sometimes in your mouth. sometimes he lays his tip on the tip of ur nose and cums there. when he really wants to get on ur nerves he’ll do it on your forehead so it gets in your hair. he plays around a lot. sometimes he’s just serious and mean though.

reiner:

don’t even know what he is. i just know he likes recieving head. he doesn’t like to be too rough, but sometimes he just can’t help it ya know? sometimes the way you’re practically swallowing him makes him literally go berserk. so if he pushes you or grabs you so hard his intentions aren’t to hurt you. he talks a good few phrases. “fuck hon’- feels s’ good” or “hah..’ look so pretty, when.. when you do this.” depending on how far in he is, makes up for how much he speaks.

he prefers to cum in your mouth and when he’s about to cum is when he starts to talk oh so fast about how much he loves you. between him being in your throat and how fast and breathy he’s speaking, you have absolutely no clue what he’s saying . i also agree with everyone’s statement that he cries during sex.

he probably would start tearing up more than you are from having a full mouth . and definitely after he orgasms, he just probably starts full on crying and needs some time alone. that’s just sometimes, not all the time!

jean:

praises u to death. the whole time besides whining and grunting he’s literally trying to get out how good you are to him and how good you always make him feel. sometimes he kind of gets super sentimental and just ruins the sexy mood a bit, bcs he’s talking so much. but it really is super sweet how nice he’s being about it. he likes it when you look up at him, your eyes all sparkly and pretty lookin. sometimes he just caresses your face, hands all shaky and clammy. he just can’t help how much he wants to touch you and have you know that he loves u. jean doesn’t care where he comes if you’re giving him a handjob as well he likes it on your hands or just in your mouth.

levi:

he likes it so much so his whole demeanor changes when you go down on him. he starts breathing all heavy and he gets quieter, he doesn’t even have time to be sassy anymore. he’s pushes your head as well, not much hesitation, unless he like is super into it, at that point he’ll just leave it up to you.

he just grunts and groans the whole time and rubs your back. sometimes he’s looking down at you, other times his head is leaned back towards the ceiling with his eyes shut. and surprisingly he likes cumming onto your face. he thinks it’s hotter when its on your face. he’ll make you wipe it with your fingers and lick it off.

armin:

nvr rlly knows what 2 do. even when it’s been like your 100th time suckin him off he doesn’t know where 2 put his hands. so he just kind of hesitantly rests his hands on your shoulders or head. n he tries his hardest to keep quiet but it’s absolutely so difficult to. so he’s just super duper loud and whiny for the whole world to hear. it’s why you can’t have sex w him outside of the comfort of your own home. he doesn’t like being super rough so he just kind of lets u take over and do what you want. sometimes you ask him to be more involved and he tries. maybe he’ll snake his fingers into your hair and push it a little. he doesn’t have a preference on where he cums because he doesn’t really control it, he just does it whenever it happens.

♡

[residenthughes]

bottomless brunch & shitty one-liners

pairing: leon kennedy x gender neutral reader

word count: 959 😔

tags/warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, crack, reader is just a drunk horny bastard :)

summary: 2 hours. thirteen cocktails and a whole lot of chaos.

notes: ...hey 😭 i know i said i wouldn't be posting/maybe not posting but i was looking through my fic ideas and this happened. whoopsies! 🤭 honestly, this was just a silly idea i had because i came across a video of all the one-liners leon says in re4, which are very much present in this.

forgot to mention, there's biting...again 😭 i don't know what it is, but the urge to bite leon is quite real and that reflects in my fics 😁 hope y'all enjoy :)

You’re drunk, disgustingly so. Bottomless brunch is always a good way to spend time with your dearest, spilling intimate talk amidst intoxicated giggles and basking in the foreverness of formed friendships. However, they do not come without consequence - that being you an absolute state in front of Leon. Your dutiful long-time partner, ever so sweet as he spared the precious time he has off from his missions to pick you up from the wild affair - thirteen cocktails deep - sheepishly greeting your friends that holler sexual innuendos as he helps you into the car. He does it anyway, because he loves you. He loves you, he really does - but you’re chatting out of your ass right now. 

“You know, considering how you move around the house, you must be the GOAT at what you do,” you mumble, smushing your face into the pillow as you cause nothing but a ruckus as you discard your additional pieces of clothing on the bed. 

Sat on the bedroom bench, Leon shrugs his boots off, glancing over his shoulder at the mess you are. Stupidly drunk and struggling to shimmy off your jeans. Cute. “Oh, baby.”

“Those one-liners though…that’s a different story.”

The sweet moment is all but gone. “Gee, thanks honey.”

Despite the fact that there’s not a thought behind your eyes, you smile at his sarcasm. Snickering to yourself as you shimmy the last part of your jeans off before they’re lazily discarded onto the floor. You’ll (Leon will) pick it up later. “Honestly! Bet you’re the type of motherfucker to be confronted with unbelievable atrocities, only to say, it’s my lucky day or something.”

Leon huffs in amusement. He’s definitely said that before.

“Go on,” he decides to entertain your teasing, stripping himself of the leather jacket you went on and on about in the car looking so good on him. “What other one-liners do you think I say?”

You give a thoughtful hum, touching your chin as you lay back against the comfort of your shared bed. The time you take to answer has Leon taking a look back at you, questioning if you’d fallen into a drunken slumber, like a drunk middle aged uncle passed out on the couch, only to see your face flash as an idea pops into your head.

“Oh, how about something like, time for the teacher to be taught?”

It’s scary how well you know Leon. His most recent mission had him spewing the exact same words. It gives him goosebumps. “You sure you’re not reading my reports when I’m not looking?”

You giggle. “Just know how cheesy you can be, hon.”

“Now you’re just making fun of me.”

The laughter that erupts from you is unstoppable, so much so that you’re clenching your stomach and kicking your feet in the air. Leon can be so funny, so funny. You’re lucky to have him, you think.

Once you wipe your tears of laughter, you’re bringing yourself to sit upwards. Slowly, of course. Wouldn’t want to be sick all over the bed. Again. You move towards where Leon rests against the bedroom bench, draping your arms around his waist and you rest your cheek against his shoulder. “I kid, I kid. You know I love you.”

“Judging by what you’ve just said in the past two minutes, I’m not too sure.” He says, but he doesn’t mean it. He’s amused, if anything. You can tell by his amused smile and the playful raise of his eyebrows.

Your eyes skim over his features, carved to perfection and all yours. 

You hug him just a bit tighter.

“Come on,” you nudge him, all playful in his ear as you coax him to look your way. He does, smoulder melting into his features as he gazes at you with a fondness that’s all for you. You feel restless. Must be the alcohol kicking in. “There’s that pretty smile, handsome.”

“Handsome, huh?” 

You don’t know what it is, but the simple echo of your words coming from him sets you off, sending you on a collision course towards the ever so sinful and lustful domain.

“Extremely so,” you bat your eyelashes and nudge him again. “Come on, handsome. Look this way.”

He looks at you. His face on full display and you take your chance, kissing the edge of his lips before you misaim and bite down on his jaw. “What is with you?”

Leon’s chuckling as you kiss the bitten territory, kissing up and down his face in sweet apologies. Leon doesn’t miss when you bite down on his chin amidst the mess of kisses you leave.

“Can’t help it,” you murmur lazily, cheek pressed against his shoulder. “Too sexy - even your goddamn chin. Make it make sense.”

“Can’t believe that meme about your partner going out to bottomless brunch, only to come back a horny bastard is true.” Leon talks to himself but you perk up anyways, glimmer in your eyes.

“You saw the memes I sent you?”

“‘Course I did,” Leon answers, placing a brief kiss against your temple. You relax into his touch. “I do other things besides say shitty one-liners on my missions.”

You smile, ever so grateful for the place Leon holds in your life. You couldn’t imagine it any other way. “How romantic.”

“Only for you, baby.”

You hum against the exposed skin of his shoulder, peering up at the man with a devious glimmer in your eyes. Leon can’t help but shake his head as he airs out a small chuckle. 

“So, about the meme,” you wiggle your eyebrows, pressing your body up against Leon’s wide back, grin as mischievous as ever. “How about we put it to practise?”

And you do, making another mess of your sheets this time around. 

[mxqdii]

make it better - ellie williams 18+

pairings: ellie williams x innocent reader

summary: while coming home from a party, ellie's a little too loud in the next room, leaving y/n curious.

warning(s): innocent!reader, inexperienced!reader dom!ellie, pet names, oral, r receiving, teasing, sub!reader, multiple orgasms.

(18+ MINORS DNI!!)

i sit on the couch watching tv waiting for my roommate ellie to get back, she's at some party dealing.

minutes pass, then 30 then hours, still no ellie.

i let out a sigh, turning the tv off and heading to my room, ready for bed, as i lie down, i hear the door unlock.

ellie and some other girl? giggling and kissing noises from the living room, marking my skin with anger?

i hear them head to ellies room and minutes later theres sounds of whining, moans, the bed creeking.

i try to block the sound out but can't, feeling a heat in between my legs, a heat i've never felt before.

i groan in uncomfort, putting the pillow over my ears and eventually falling asleep.

i wake up late the next day, 3pm.

usually i wake up earlier but i was up until 6 last night waiting for els to come home.

then her noises kept me up.

i walk out to the kitchen to see no sign of ellie, searching the whole dorm but just scoffing it off.

i decide to work on a project to pass the time, as i'm unusually way behind in some classes.

hours go by and still no sign of ellie, meaning she must be with jesse and dina, or at another party.

suddenly i check the clock seeing the time hitting 11pm, and the doorknob unlocking.. again.

i turn around seeing ellie, alone.

"els you're back" i say, standing up to hug her.

"hey, yeah sorry- i was going to ask you to hangout but you were still sleeping." she says with a chuckle, sitting on the couch.

i sit next to her and we start talking about everything, her day, my day, her dealing, my project, and even though we've been talking about these various things, my mind is stuck on her last night, what i heard.

suddenly i feel that heat again.

i shift in positions, multiple times, trying to end my visible uncomfort.

"els, what were you doing last night in your room..?" i ask and she scoffs

"you need me to spell it out for you sweetheart?" she asks, leaning in closer, teasingly.

"well i just- i heard- stuff.." i say shyly and she grins

"what type of stuff hon?" she asks and my cheeks flush.

"ellie" i say in annoyance and she laughs as i shift positions again.

she leans into my ear, whispering

"y'know, if you wanted me to show you what you heard instead of you trying to make that uncomfort go away, id be happy to help."

her words make my eyes widen and i nod

"please els, it hurts." i whine and she coos

"i know baby, i'll make it all better okay?" she says and i nod again

leading me to her bedroom, she lies me down placing soft kisses on my neck, moving her way up to my lips.

"can i kiss you baby?" she asks and i nod, feeling her soft lips meet mine.

her fingers play with the hem of my shirt and i pull away from the kiss for air, "take- it off" i say breathily and her eyes widen

"mm you want me to touch you that bad? to feel my hands on your bare skin?" she teases and i whine in agreement

"if that's what you need baby..." she says, taking my shirt off palming my tits.

"els please, please i need you" i say beggingly.

"okay baby i'm sorry, just taking my time okay? it'll all be better, i'll make it better." she says unbuttoning my jeans, revealing my lace undergarments.

"fuck these are so pretty, can i take them off?" she says, fingers trailing the hem of the lace.

"yes els, please" i whine.

she pulls them down painfully slow and i wince when i feel how exposed i am, how vulnerable.

she leaves soft kisses in between my thighs, making my squirm.

"stay still." she says in demand and i let out a shakey breath.

"els please just-" i start but feel her slick tongue collecting all my wetness.

i cry out in pleasure, never wanting to leave this moment.

she starts sucking, licking, eating me like i'm her last meal and she's been starved.

i don't know how i'll ever go without this.

"fuck! don't stop" i yell, back arching as i feel an unfamiliar knot form in my stomach.

my breathing starts to pick up as her pace gets faster, feeling 2 fingers plunge into me.

the noises coming out of me sound pornographic, and i start to feel bad for the people next door.

nonetheless, too fucked out by pleasure, all that's really on my mind is chasing this everlasting high, feeling the build up.

"ellie i-" i stutter, feeling everything get higher and higher,

"let it happen baby, i got you" she reassures as i let out a choked gasp

my eyes roll into the back of my head, being pushed over by the feeling of ellies fingers curling.

the coil in my stomach snaps, i clamp around ellies fingers and let out a loud cry, gripping onto the sheets.

ellie doesn't stop though, determined to get another one out of me.

"els- it's- too much-" i choke out, her being completely unphased.

"you wanted to be fucked? you're getting fucked." she says and i let out another whine, feeling everything quickly build up again

my hips rock, everything being too much but still my body craving more, needing more.

i'm led to another orgasm, and then another... and another.

the sun is now up, and me and ellie are far past the original plan, we're now on round 12 or 13? i lost count.

my legs feel completely numb and ellie lets out one final sigh of contentment.

she cleans me up and kisses me, laying next to me.

"rest up baby, you'll need it for tomorrow" she says and my eyebrow quirks

"what about tomorrow?" i ask

"oh you thought this was a one time thing?"

[buckyispunk]

Better Man

Alcoholic!Joel Miller x Reader

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Summary: Falling in love with Joel Miller is heaven. It's leaving him and forcing yourself to move on that's hard. Inspired by Taylor Swift's "Better Man."

A/N: Very angsty, please don't read if you're not a fan of heartbreak! Huge shoutout to one of my fav authors, @macfrog, for the beta!

Warnings: alcoholism, smoking (cigarettes), Joel yelling and throwing things (he never hurts reader tho), Joel being mean, littering (just for the sake of the fic, please don’t in real life), idrk what else lmk if I'm missing anything please

Word Count: 2.2k

All lyric credit goes to T-Swift!!

Rain beats down against your car window. You watch water droplets roll down the glass. You’ve got the radio on, waiting for the storm to let up so you don’t get soaked on the walk into your apartment. A glint of red from the passenger side floor catches your eye. A carton of Marlboro cigarettes - Joel’s cigarettes. How long had they been there?

You’re walking into the bar with your friends when you see him for the first time, cigarette hanging between his lips. He’s leaning up against the brick wall, clad in faded jeans and a worn flannel. His grey hair is curling at the ends. He takes the cigarette between two fingers and pulls it from his mouth. His broad chest expands as he inhales deeply before blowing a cloud of smoke past his pink lips. Grey wisps linger in the humid Texas air as he calls out to you. 

“Hey darlin,’” he drops the cigarette and stomps it under a work boot, leaving a black, ashy stain on the concrete beneath. “‘S a nice outfit,” he nods his chin in gesture, “Can I buy you a drink?”

You had spent the rest of that night curled into his arm in a sticky booth seat, discussing childhood crushes, family trauma, and everything in between. The rest, as they say, had been history. Joel had picked you up the next weekend, flowers in hand and nervous sweat on his brow. His southern charm had you falling for him dangerously quickly. Luckily, he was just as head over heels for you - you could tell by the fascination in his eyes as he hung on to your every word whenever you offered up new information about yourself, like he was a starved man and your words were his sustenance.

I waited on every careless word Hoping they might turn sweet again like it was in the beginning

The day Joel asked you to move in with him was one of the best of your life.

You open the door to his house to find him standing in the entryway, bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. His other hand is clutching something small, concealing it. 

“Hey, hon,” he shifts from foot to foot, “How was work?”

“Fine, babe,” you gesture to the flowers, “What’s all this?”

“I-um,” he scrunches his brows and hesitates for a moment, “so, you’re almost always over here already anyway. I want to spend as much time as possible with you. Want you cuddled up with me in our bed every night. Want to come home to you after a hard day at work. Want to be here to take care of you when you have bad days, too. I love you and I guess what I’m askin’, darlin’, is if you’d move in with me?”

He unfurls his other hand, presenting a key. You quirk a brow in surprise. 

“Oh my gosh, Joel,” you stare at him in disbelief as his expression turns into one of nerves and anticipation. 

“Yes!” you practically screech, excitement flooding your body. 

You run over to Joel and wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face into his strong chest. Joel sets the flowers down on the nearest surface and embraces you with one arm. His other hand lowers to slip the house key into your pants’ pocket. 

After that, he had carried you upstairs and made love to you. You fell asleep in Joel’s doting embrace as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. Living with Joel had been everything he’d promised. Until it wasn’t. It had been when he and his crew were working on a particularly rough job that things started to change. 

He transitioned from drinking on special occasions or when out with friends to having a beer or two every night with dinner. You didn’t think too much of it at first. It was only when he started downing several glasses of whiskey a night that you got concerned. You asked him about it, wondering why the sudden change. I just need it to help me relax after work, hon. He’d promised you that it wasn’t an issue, this is just a really hard job. He brushed you off every time you’d tried to talk to him about it.

His drinking started to come between the two of you. He would opt to have a beer and watch football rather than spend time or share conversation with you. On nights when there wasn’t a game on, he’d go out to the bar - sometimes with buddies from work, sometimes alone. 

He was too tired to take you out, too stressed to do anything more than press a chaste kiss to your lips once in a while. He began to get irritated easily - the two of you found yourself arguing over meaningless things often. It seemed the only time he wasn’t complaining was when he had a drink in his hand. He’d passed out in his recliner watching TV nearly every night during that project. You’d lie in bed and fall asleep waiting for his side of the mattress to dip with his weight, only to wake up the next morning and find him gone for work.

When the project ended and he had some time off, you expected him to lighten up on the drinking. With all the extra time he had, things only got worse. You’d leave for work and he would still be asleep. You would come home every night to find him with a beer bottle in hand and empty ones at his feet.

Talking down to me like I’d always be around Push my love away like it was some kind of loaded gun

One night, you’d tried, for what seemed like the hundredth time, to talk to him about it. 

You come home after a long day of work to find Joel snoring in his recliner. He’s wearing boxers and a t-shirt - he hardly ever gets dressed anymore. It’s times like these when you could almost pretend everything is normal. That he’ll hear you and wake up. That he’ll jump up and give you a hug, make you dinner, ask you about work. Instead, you watch a string of drool run down his chin.

You make your way over to him and gently remove the bottle from his hand, setting it on the table. You run a hand through his hair and shake his shoulder, rousing him. 

“Oh, hey,” he hiccups. 

You can smell the alcohol on his breath. You hear his stomach rumble and wonder whether he’d even bothered to eat anything today. 

“Hey, babe,” you muster the most sincere smile you can, foolishly hoping that you might get one in return. 

He looks past you and grabs the bottle from the table. 

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink today, baby? How about I make us some dinner, we can sit and eat together like we used to,” you offer. 

You reach to take the sweating bottle from him, but he raises a hand to stop you.

“I jus’ wanted to finish watching the game, babe. How ‘bout t’morrow?” he slurs. 

“Joel I really think you should see someone about the drinking. It’s not healthy for you. I love you and I miss you. I want to help you, baby.”

He stands from the chair, grip tightening on his bottle.

“I know my own fuckin’ limits, thank ya very much,”  his sharp tone makes you flinch. 

“Can you at least eat something? This isn’t good for you.” 

“Jesus, will you just leave me alone?” his lips wrap around the opening of the bottle and he turns the bottle up, letting the rest of the alcohol pour down his throat. He turns to walk away from you and you reach a hand out to grab his forearm.

“I’ll make you your favorite dinner, Joel. It’s been months, baby. You said you’d lay off the drinking after the one job, but it’s just gotten worse. You haven’t been working and it’s not healthy for you to stay in the house and drink all day,” you try to reason. “I’ll make dinner for us and we can go to bed together.”

You look into his eyes, searching for a sliver of the man you love. You remember the way he used to look at you as if he would gladly let his heart break into a million little pieces, as long as you were the one shattering it. As if he would do everything in his power, and then some, just to put a smile on your face. As if he would face his demise head on if you were the sight burned into the back of his eyelids as he faded.

Your search is futile. The only thing you find in his dark, bloodshot eyes is something you’re too afraid to call contempt. He lets out an exasperated sigh and mutters your name, “I just want some time to myself. You’re always nagging me about the drinking. It’s not a big deal. I’m just stressed all the time and you’re really not helping. Could you just quit being annoying for once?” He runs a hand through the scruff on his chin.

You drop your hand from his arm as if his skin had scorched you. His words settle like a heavy weight on your chest, keeping you from drawing a full breath. It’s as if his heart holds nothing but distaste for you. You look up at him with watery eyes and try to remember the last time he had even told you he loved you.

“I can’t keep doing this, Joel. I’m going to leave if you don’t get help. Neither of us are happy anymore. Can you please just talk to someone so we can go back to the way things used to be? You can be happy without the alcohol,” you plead with him, trying desperately to reach the Joel that you know is in there somewhere. The Joel you hope is in there, anyway. 

“Will you stop it?” his voice is violently angry, “I don’t need fuckin’ help, I just need to be left the fuck alone!” his southern drawl booms throughout the room.

You startle at his sudden outburst, flinching away from him. You feel your eyes overflow, salty tears leaving wet trails down your cheeks. 

“Goddamn it,” Joel mutters before turning to the wall. He raises his empty bottle and tightens his fist around it. He pulls his arm back and launches the bottle at the wall. It shatters and sends glass flying everywhere. You stand, watching in shock. 

“Joel,” your mouth drops and you step away from him. 

Joel has never hit you. Hell, before tonight, he’d never even yelled at you. But the coldness in his eyes and the way he clenches his fist scares you. You turn and make for the door, wanting to leave before things escalate any more. Tears are streaming down your face as you twist the doorknob. You look back at him as you step out of the house. You see him shake his head as he grabs a bottle of whiskey off the shelf and you close the door behind you without another thought. 

You stayed at your friend’s house that night, sobbing as she told you to leave him. The next morning, you had stood on your front porch, bones heavy with dread, unsure of what you’d find when you opened the door. When you finally worked up the courage to push the door open, you’d been met with the sight of Joel sprawled face-down on the couch, snoring. 

He hadn’t woken as you quietly stepped inside and closed the door behind you. He hadn’t woken as you packed all your belongings into suitcases. He hadn’t woken as you left your house key, along with a tear-stained goodbye note, sitting on the table. He hadn’t woken as you rolled your suitcases outside, packed them into your car, and blocked his number on your cell phone before driving away from Joel. Away from home.  

I know why we had to say goodbye like the back of my hand But I just miss you and I just wish you were a better man

You let out a shaky exhale as you pick the pack of cigarettes up off of the floor. You squeeze your eyes shut and wish, for a moment, that things had never changed - that his hand is still splayed out across your thigh and he’s pouting in the passenger seat beside you, I should be the one driving. You’re supposed to be my passenger princess.

After fidgeting with the cardboard box for a minute, you decide that you’re sick of waiting for the storm to let up. You open the car door and step out into the rain. You release the carton and let it fall to the wet ground. Bringing a shoe down on top of the box, you crush it underneath your foot, as if trying to stomp out a flame - as if trying to stomp out the memories the cigarettes had ignited - and watch raindrops roll off of it. Without looking back, you turn and walk inside.

We might still be in love if you were a better man You would’ve been the one if you were a better man.

[p1zzaparty]

i for one would love to hear the remainder of ur thoughts on maggie tozier…

EEEE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING!!! This means so much coming from you Kat 😭

okay a few things to note before i begin

This is a lot

Its a lot of me redoing her from the ground up, her personality, her looks, her background, her relationships etc, etc.

So just know, im taking like a thousand creative liberties with this

To begin i based her looks on the character Deirdre Barlow from an old brit soap opera called Coronation Street.

I imagine she literally looks like her kids, they get almost 90% of her genes and look like mini versions of her. Though she perms her hair to fit in with the trends, and tv has sold her a bunch of at-home perm styling kits. She's got pronounced jowls like Richie does, he probably has her wide nose too. Her fashion is very on brand for the time with lots of sweaters and jeans and big clunky jewelry.

I always imagined, much like every little homo, Richie got a lot of his fashion from his mama..

and cartoons.

She's average height, and probably is on and off diets but never takes it too seriously. Besides she enjoys baking and is always trying some recipe she saw Julia Childs make. She's kind of a stocky woman, it just runs in the family to be sorta squarish and have this bulldog look to them.

As for personality i personally never cared for Kings description of her as a kind of wishy washy woman who cried at everything Richie did or said.

For me i liked to think someone like Richie needs a mom who matches his energy and can take on his rambunctiousness. Even if it takes grabbing him by the ear and dragging him back inside to get a verbal slashing. She's not overly dominant or strict, just used to Richie always mucking up mud and knows how to rear him back even if he still embarrasses her in public sometimes with his trashmouth. I mentioned this before but i see Maggie as one of the, if not ONLY, better parental figures in the loser club. She genuinely cares about Richies friends because of how few and far between there is. Any kid in her house is her kid, she feeds and provides a safe place for anyone he brings home. Even if she doesn't understand some of their interests, or lingo, or fashion statements, or music. She's a moms mom, always referring to any kid as 'hon' 'baby' or 'sweetheart.' She can be fun and doesn't take anything toooo seriously, but she still cares about appearances. She's like an average sitcom mom who wants to look like a good mom and have a normal family with a happy life. She's also, a giant dork.

Much like her son, she too is kind of a loser. She's got that Tozier awkwardness, always making jokes where there shouldn't be, laughing too loudly/obnoxiously, always making references to pop culture even if nobody in the room has a clue what they're referring to. She doesnt really have a lot of friends 😭

She definitely tried, oh my god did she try. She would bake goodies and strap baby Richie into one of those backpack carriers and go around the neighborhood trying to introduce herself and her stinky ugly baby. And it was hard, Derrys an old, OLD small town. Backwards, judgmental, harsh, hateful. Unfortunately she just wasn't that privy with the other moms around her. But she desperately wanted to be, being a stay at home mom is lonely work. She dreamt of just being that sitcom housewife that makes the perfect dinner and snaps her fingers to clean the house in an instant and talks, and talks, and talks on the phone. She wants in on the mom gossip. She wants to be apart of a community SO badly.

Sonia is one of her few mom friends and even then that's more of a obligated friendship, their only common interests being their children and television. She kind of finds Sonia annoying and doesn't approve of her parenting methods, always rolling her eyes when the phone rings while Eddies staying the night, knowing its some new task she'll have to force the boy to do. Though she enjoys that Sonia will listen to her blabber, even if shes probably just sitting and watching tv while Maggie drones on about this and that and giving an assuring "uh huh" as a sign of life. Maggie's such a tv head too, i love to think she enjoys watching Cheers the most along with various soap operas and game shows. Her family bonds over tv with tv dinners on tv stands while they parrot tv quotes at each other. She probably has to shoo Richie away whenever Cheers is on, needing time to debrief and mumble to herself about Dianes complicated romances. And shes got a crush on Fraiser, god you and your mom have crushes on wimpy mama boys in suits lordd

I based a lot of her personality on Calvins mom from Calvin and Hobbes

I played around a bit with her background. I know she's depicted as Catholic but i always imagined she grew up Jewish, only quitting the practice when she and Went got married. Her views on religion are mixed, not wanting to really skew her children in any direction, but celebrating Christmas to fit in with everyone else in Derry. Not that it really helped because she never took them to church. Evil bastard child and her half demon brother whos annoying. Her and her parents relationship are a bit if not totally strained, they probably disapproved of Went back when they first met as teens. Their reasons were based mostly on Wents social status, but they were also just very critical of Maggie and every choice she made. She always felt suffocated by her parents and Went just made her feel clear and airy. Though it was mostly puppy love that kept them together at the time, their love would continue to blossom over the years as they got older and older. They truly loved each other.

I had this whole idea that he and Maggie were young lovers at 18, falling in love like it was the movies as they hid it from their parents. But she would end up pregnant with Rachel like REALLY early on, and it would kind of "ruin" any "plans" they had of running off together and going to some local college while Went worked. Which only added more strain to her and her parents relationship as they went off to have a small shot-gun wedding at a courthouse. Only able to afford a dress and flowers at the time, but she still looks back at it fondly and probably passed her dress on to Rachel later in life. She is still in contact with her parents but only rarely do they go visit, Richie hates the smell of his grandpa and always tries to rile them up by doing impressions of Mickey Mouse.

She's one of the youngest mothers in Derry, only making her more of an outcast in the judging eyes of others, but she loves her kids more than she ever felt she was loved as a child. She always wanted a girl, just enjoyed shopping for one and bonding with one and brushing their hair and decorating their room and doing their nails and makeup together. She adored Rachel, she was exactly what she dreamed of when she thought of raising a little girl. Their relationship is really close even if Rachel began to pull away towards her teen years. (I have SO many ideas for her as well 😭)

Much like her, Richie was a surprise/accident. She never really imagined herself caring for a boy and found it a bit more difficult, especially since their age gap is a bit wide. But even through her rolling eyes and yelling Richies full government name when she finds her nightgown cut with eyeholes in it for his ghost costume, she loves her son.

Their relationship is VERY much like Linda and Gene. While she doesnt care much for Richies crude humor and snappy quips, she cant help but hide a smile sometimes when she hears him and Rachel bickering back and forth. She genuinely thinks her son is really funny, just needs to tone it down a notch sometimes and not be the loudest voice in the room. God, shes probably taken him to talent shows at school. Tying Wents best looking polkadot tie around his neck while he nervously flips through his note cards, getting his glasses all sweaty as he quietly asks if maybe they, um, can just go home instead. And she'd sigh and clean his stupid thick glasses for him and tell him hes going to do wonderful. "You're funny Richie, real funny." And when she see's him waddle up onto the stage, nervous, scared, and tiny. Her smile would be bigger than her heart, having to flash him a healthy thumbs up to boost his little confidence. But of course he would fumble, sputtering every joke, never getting to the punchline, or getting their too early, and he'd be too quiet for the people in the back to even hear him. And Maggie would be the only one clapping, the loudest she can too. That's her funny guy. She lets him cry to her and wipes his tears with her sleeve. She never bought into the way most moms treat their sons, she wanted Richie to grow up loving someone with his full heart. Even if it means she coddles him sometimes.

And her and Went have a very loving relationship, very average and kind of mundane in a sweet way. They're very genuine, Wents sort of a passive guy who listens to his wife nightly rants about her day and enjoys it. He loves her more than his vocabulary allows him. Simple guy, loves his wife, laughs when his kids curse at each other, works wayyyy too much.

God this family

I think that's the brunt of my thoughts, most of my ideas are just small little things that add to her greater personality. I also loooove parental parallels so there's always tiny shit between her, Richie, and Rachel even.

In chapter 2 i think she's still alive, Went died from liver cancer a bit into Richies 30s (Toziers are kind of functional alcoholics.) So now she resides in Florida, where Richie bought her a nice home near the beach. He doesn't visit, or call that often which depresses her a little. But she understands, plus Rachel still often comes by with her children to visit and catch up.

I have list long notes on all the Toziers, they're genuinely one of my favorite fictional families and i literally highjacked them and made them my own 😭

OH! and i imagine she's got a collection of antique clown decorations. Vases, paintings, statues, gnomes, you name it. It's why Richies not very fond of them. Or going into her room much.

Tldr; Your mamas a loser like you

[keenzinemugstudent]

Superman x witch fem black reader x Superboy! Our future? Part 1!

You come back from a mission only to meet a boy who claims to be your son?!

After your mission with Flash which was an epic win! After going back in time to help stop an ancient Egyptian pharaoh from destroying world you just wanted to turn in your report go home and watch TV and rest but life had another plan for you today!

"When you use that spell on that other guy and had him hallucinating that he was fighting in his underwear was absolutely hilarious Y/H/N! (Your Hero Name)

"Right? Like he didn't see that coming! I do feel bad for the poor guy tho." We entered the Batcave as we got closer we could hear three people talking I saw Batman and Superman an unfamiliar face. It was a boy well more like a teenager he had blue jeans, black combat boots with a black shirt when he turned around I can see the Superman symbol and for some reason you had this pull towards him and he looked strangely familiar?

"Hey guy's! We're back it took a while you know with the whole space-time thing but we're fine, we made it got the job done so uh who's the new guy new face looks pretty young to join the Justice League don't you think?" Flash says. Superman looked at me I gave him a small wave to say hello but he just gave an awkward smile looking pass you. It was weird he usually doesn't do that, something must have happened you turned your attention back to the teenager who was looking at you with his eyes glossing over like he was close to crying?

"Since when do we allow fans into the batcave?" I asked hands on my hips I had got a good look at his face better and to your surprise he looked kind of like Clark? Before you could say anything the boy ran towards you with such speed nearly knocked you over he pulled you into a big bear hug almost like he was too scared to let you go everyone just stood watching the scene Bruce stood with a blank face, Superman stood there with an uneasy look while Flash was just as confused as you were with what was going on.

"Your here! I made it just in time!" The boy says into your shoulder you honestly didn't know what the heck was going on but something in you felt a connection to this unknown boy. You hug him back rubbing his back he pulled back flustered.

"Uh hi?" I say with a confused smile.

"H-hi! I mean I'm sorry for uh hugging you I just got really excited!" The boy said with a nervous smile geez even his smile is like Clark's!

"That's fine hon just uh be careful next time you wanna hug someone. You nearly knocked me off my feet!" You say hitting his shoulder. He smiled but was still flustered, you got a better look he was definitely a spitting image of Clark but only a tad bit kid had some muscle on him that's for sure but what really caught your attention was his eye's they were Y/E/C (your eye color)you put a hand on his cheek making him flinch a bit from your warm touch.

"That's funny your eyes..." Before you could finish Flash cut you off sliding over next to you and the kid.

"Can someone explain what and who this boy is please?" Flash says looking the kid up and down, Batman looked towards Superman who looked back shaking his head Batman looked towards the boy who looked back nodding than turned at you nervous.

"Um so first I'm really happy to meet you and second please don't freak out when I tell you this but I'm Kon-el."

"Oh so you are Kryptonian! Another cousin you failed to tell us about Superman?" I asked jokingly but he just looked at you awkwardly with a tiny blush, okay what the heck is wrong with him? You just turned your attention back to the young man.

"Well it's very nice to meet you Kon-el the minute I saw you I knew you were somehow related to Superman. You are just as handsome as the man of steel himself!" You say with a smile he blushed at your words while Superman also looked flustered by you calling him handsome.

"Thanks...mom."

I froze the smile on my face slowly dropping I heard Flash gasped while Bruce and Clark stared at your face waiting for reaction the boy looked at you with a bit of concern but the only thing you could do was just stand in shock looking between the boy and Superman who was still waiting for your reaction but you let out a simple small confused "Huh?" before everything went black.

Clark's POV

Before anyone else could react Y/n eyes rolled in the back of her head luckily I had caught her in time. Conner I mean Superboy started to panic kneeling to the ground along side me.

"I-i'm sorry it just slipped out!" I just gave him a small understandable look.

"It's fine Superboy she's okay just in shock."

Not that you blame her I nearly had the same reaction I was in metropolis when Bruce had gave me the call saying that it was urgent I rushed over only to find Batman holding a teenage boy at gun point (it was a kryptonite gun) at first I was confused and concerned until Batman told me that the boy claimed to be mine and Y/H/N son which of course was hard to believe because I was in a relationship with Lois even though we've been having issues and Y/n had no interest in dating (at least that's what I was told by Diana) and we were only close friends nothing more nothing less. At least that's what I thought until the boy in front of me claimed to be our child and he needed the Justice League's help. Of course me and Bruce had doubts but I could see that he did resembled me a bit only he didn't have my blue eyes but had Y/E/C (your eye color) that's when the boy who called himself Superboy told Bruce to look in his back jean pocket and that there was a picture to prove it of course Batman did in to our surprise it was a picture of me and Y/n who was laying in a hospital bed, a beautiful but tired smile on her face and was holding a newborn baby, at the bottom of the photo it read "Welcome to the world our little miracle child Connor Kent" I had to hold on to something because I felt faint, Bruce held my shoulder trying to help me stand on my feet.

I had a son? the son of Superman and Y/H/N...we had a son?!

it just it sounded so...right??? I shouldn't be saying or thinking such things because I'm in a relationship with Lois but recently we've been having issues especially about how she feels about Y/n which just make this whole situation worse!

Just as Connor was trying to explain how he got here that was when Barry and Y/n entered the cave back from their mission, which brings us back to the present with me holding Y/h/n in my arms and Connor looking very concerned for his future mother.

"She did say she was tired after using so much magic and the shock of meeting Superboy I guess was too much for her body." Barry says arms crossed, I picked Y/n up bridal style then turn to looked at Bruce.

"I'll take care of this you call the other's." I say before walking out with Conner not far behind. Today has been tiring for everyone.

To be continued this and AU where Conner isn't a Clone between Lex and Clark but you and Superman's son idea I had while working 🤷‍♀️

Here part 2!

[rapha-reads]

IWTV rewatch

Season 2 episode 1 [What Can The Damned Really Say to the Damned] - part 4/4

- And now... Mood shift, setting change, back to Dubai, 2022, and the 77 year-long lie. And lord oh lord, we jump right into it with the shot of the bedroom being a cell and Armand selling Louis' art without even telling him the works are up for sale. Greaaaat. This is gonna be fun.

[Louis] "'Could I see the pages we removed? Of Claudia's diaries?'

[Armand] 'We made an agreement.'

[Louis] 'I don't know what else is blurred or misremembered.'

[Armand] 'My name is in some of those pages.'

[Louis] 'I sit across from him and reckon with the knowledge I don't know what other misrememberings made into it. I won't share them with him but I need to read them again.'"

Brb, need to SCREAM. Oh, the control Armand us exercising over Louis... The way he micromanages every aspect of his life. The way Louis has to bargain for everything he wants, and the way he thanks (thanks!!!) Armand for every breadcrumb thrown his way. The way Armand cares more about his image, his reputation, his grip on Louis, than Louis' well-being and peace of soul and mind. And the way the scene is shot and designed, the bars behind the bed and the skyscraper settling, the lack of any colors and any homey furniture, the huge bed with an ocean separating them, contrasting with the comfy house and room of 1132 rue Royale, and how Lestat and Louis used to sleep entwined in each other's embrace... I will go mad.

- BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THE ENTRANCE HAND IN HAND, ARE THEY SERIOUS. Oh, this is too hilarious. And how they drop the hands as soon as they're seated, yeah, real convincing, fellas.

- Oh, Devil's Minion's crumb! Armand responding to Daniel by mimicking his "Yeah" and those big eyes looking so amused and fond at that old man. Couldn't care less about the Loumand, I'm here for the Devil's Minion. What a performance, Louis rubbing Armand's shoulder, lmao.

- Daniel shutting down Armand immediately is hilarious. "Sure, sire, you're on the record, but you still haven't made an appearance in the story so for now stfu and wait for your turn". No wonder Armand goes crazy about Daniel, that guy doesn't know how to be afraid. And second shoulder pat, Lou, hon... You're enjoying this, aren't you. You are enjoying the way Daniel puts Armand back in his place, something you haven't managed to do in years, despite what you both like to pretend.

- Oh, I love that piece of music! That one is "The Whole World Was Ready to Return" and it is gorgeous. It's played here, as Claudia and Louis go to Paris, and at the end, when Louis issues his threat/warning to the vampires in Dubai. Very thematic. The music in s2 is different from the music in s1, by the way. S1 soundtrack had very folk/blues undertones, New Orleans style, while s2 is much more orchestral/symphonic, Paris style. The music adapts itself to the setting, and I adore that. It gives so much more texture to the story.

- [Louis] "The war had turned off the lights, stripped its streets of their beauty, sent its avant-garde into exile. But now, the whole world was ready to return, to remake their lives. Pilgrims, on their hopeful way."

Nah, the avant-garde, at least artistic, was there, just, waaay underground or dangerously flirting with censorship and hidden meanings. In Paris itself during the war, there were several plays written and played against fascism while the Gestapo was patrolling the streets. Notably, though conflictingly, Jean Anouilh's famous "Antigone", in 1944, Josephine Baker singing and spying , as well as Sacha Guitry, who was arrested after the Liberation and accused of collaboration without any evidence, but who managed to save a lot of Jewish artists and personalities by playing double agent, or good ol' Sartre (who hilariously makes a cameo later on in the show) who writes a lot of stuff between '40 and' 44. Anyway. There's more but I ain't have time right now to do serious research. Back to Louis.

- [Louis] "'I wanna say something to you. I don't need to hear anything back I just need you to hear me. Hard words and soft words. The hard. Our life is shit. It's been shit. It is shit. It's gonna be shit again. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. No one's watching, no one cares. A shit life beats no life. But where we're going now we can't be running away again. Doesn't mean we forget what we saw. What she did in front of us. I see you going that way I'm gonna pull you back. I don't need that from you. As long as you walk the Earth, I'll never taste the fire, you understand me? We're going to find others like us. Aind if it ain't here, cos life is shit, or I fuck it up again, or you fuck it up, we'll go to the next place. We can't be the only good ones out there. Soft words. If you were the last vampire on Earth... it would be enough. It's you and me. Me and you. You and me. Me and you. You and me.'"

And my hallucination of your dead father.

Anyway that's his child, that's her parent.

Gotta give it to Louis tho, he doesn't lie. Embellishes, obfuscates, but lying, no. As long as Claudia's alive, he's not gonna try the sun. But if she dies... All bets are off.

Also Louis is right and hey, actually needed to hear that right now, thanks bae. Now someone needs to tell him back his own words, I think he needs to hear it back.

Episode insider:

Jacob talking about the heart full of sugar and how he spent the rest of the night on a sugar high is so adorable and hilarious when the part that comes next is Dreamstat. Also hey, "Dreamstat" was coined by Jacob himself, nice!

[Jacob] "Anne Rice's vampires are so human. This is kind of a departure from these sort of beautified, glamorous vampires. It's just really fun." - yeah, I like the glam vamp, but the monstrous vampire, a bit like Mike Flanagan does in Midnight Mass, is also a thrill.

Love Delainey saying she loved doing her stunts and all the physical stuff!

[Assad] "Armand wants to protect himself, but also wants to protect his relationship with Louis, what they have. He feels he has no choice except to come in, sharing the narrative with Louis." - yep. Protecting himself. Protecting what he has with Louis, even at the expanse of Louis' own will. Because what does Armand fear above all else? To be unloved. Not necessarily alone, like most vampires, but to be considered unlovable and unworthy of people's care. So if he can't be sure that people's feelings for him are genuine, he will orchestrate and manipulate them to tie them to himself. That's Armand's schtick.

season 1 masterpost

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

episode 2 | episode 3 | episode 4 | episode 5 | episode 6 | episode 7 | episode 8

[modelbus]

hi!!!!! im new but ive read a lot of your work and its amazing!!

anyway, i was wondering if you could write a either hurt comfort or childhood friends to lovers, as a cc!tommy x fem!reader ?

it would mean a lot thank you !!! 🩷🩷

Why not both? Cue evil grin, mwahaha ;) ALSO! I’m back with that mcyt stuff!!

Pairing: Cc!Tommyinnit x Fem!Reader

Fighting Friends

You’ve known Tommy for as long as you can remember. Apparently memory formation starts when you’re about 6, so you knew there was a time before him, but it certainly didn’t feel like it.

There’s a photo on your desk, framed with a cheap plastic frame. Both of you as kids, him wearing sunglasses and holding a Nerf gun up to your head as you’re caught in the act of stabbing him with a foam sword (he shot you in the forehead after the photo). The picture just about sums up your guys’ relationship. It doesn’t need to be worth a thousand words, just two: fucking chaos.

Or, that’s what you two normally were.

It was a stupid argument, even you knew that. A silly remark you took too hard, something that stung too deep. He said it during a vlog, too. A quip about rather dying than dancing with you. And with those few words, you stupid crush-addled heart shriveled up and was shot through.

So you had retaliated with a poor jab, and he didn't get it, and it all blew up in your faces. To the point where your messages have sat empty for three whole days. There's no "GET ON MC" message from him, no impromptu "Movie now." Just pure radio silence.

And you hate it.

You loved Tommy. Adored the hell out of him, unfortunately for you. And not just because you had a traitorous little crush. He's your best friend. The type of person you always knew would be there.

Right up until he wasn't.

It’s funny how much colder it seems to be now that he’s gone. Winter’s blowing in, like it was just waiting for him to vanish from your life before taking over. It leaves piles of snow that you dredge through to get to your favorite cafe, braving the wind chill just for a semblance of comfort.

You used to go here nearly daily with Tommy, making you dependent on the warm atmosphere that you haven’t been in since five days ago. Have you mentioned how much you hate fighting with Tommy? The disruption to routine, the fucking ache in your heart…

It’s a bit pathetic, honestly. But that’s simply what you are without him. One half of a soul.

The bell chimes, and you drag yourself over to your normal table and pull out your laptop. Even when your world stops, the actual world keeps spinning, meaning you have work to do.

“Hey sweetheart. No shadow?” Your head jerks up, instinctively smiling at Laura, the aged worker who always serves you.

“Not today.” You sigh. “He’s… busy.”

“Too busy for you?” Her eyebrows raise. “That boy will show up eventually for you.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Oh, trust me, hon. He’s got those eyes when he looks at you.”

Hell if you know what that means, but you smile at her anyway.

“Want your usual?” She asks.

“Just a water.” You shake your head, the idea of a hot chocolate without Tommy seeming just sad.

Laura nods then heads off as you turn your attention back to your laptop. In the bottom right corner a Discord notification pops up from Wilbur, but you ignore it without even reading the message. You can respond to him later, which you’ll probably do at night while in bed. Procrastinating sleep, per usual.

A mug is set in front of you—definitely not water—making you look up at Laura in confusion. Hot chocolate, complete with your usual whipped cream.

“I—“

“Someone else ordered it for you.” She answers before you can even ask, a sparkle in her eye. Before she steps away, she leans closer and whispers, “I told you that boy adores you.”

Your eyes scan the surrounding area, seeing Tommy almost instantly. Blond hair messed up, his favorite hoodie and jeans on. He makes his way to you, looking sheepish.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out the second he’s close enough. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Laura step away. “I was an idiot, and I shouldn’t have said half the fucking things I did—“

“At least sit down.” You interrupt, knowing damn well he’d stand there and apologize all day.

Almost instantly, he drops into the chair across from you. You quietly close your laptop, leaving the two of you staring at each other in awkward silence.

“You ordered me hot chocolate.” You say just to break the quiet.

He ducks his head. “You always get it.”

The acknowledgment that you didn’t want to get it without him hangs in the air.

“What’ve you been up to?” You ask politely. Small talk is strained and stupid; you’ve never had to do this with him before.

“Recording and shit. Made a mod video with Schlatt and Wil and Jack. You?”

You drink your hot chocolate while the two of you talk, the argument hanging heavy over your heads like a storm cloud. When you finish the drink, there’s some unspoken consensus that you’ll leave together, him stepping ahead to hold the door for you.

“I scrapped that vlog, by the way.” He’s saying, referencing the one you had filmed with him. “Wasn’t enough content to put in a video.”

“I’m sorry.” You say, frowning, knowing that it was your argument that had made it such a short filming session.

“Why the fuck are you sorry?” He asks, staring at you like you’re an alien. “I’m the one who made that argument a whole fucking thing.”

“You?” You echo. “That was definitely on me, I was so snappish!”

“Bullshit, I started it!”

“In what fucking world did you start it? That was me, Tom, I acted like a little bitch about that one—“

You’re silenced by something, warmth covering your lips before it’s gone as quick as it was there. It’s not until he’s four steps back that you realize what just happened.

He kissed you. He fucking kissed you.

“Fuck— I didn’t— I didn’t meant to do that!” He exclaims, eyes wide. “I mean— Wil told me to just go for it, but I told him he was fucking insane man, I didn’t— I keep fucking this up, don’t I?”

“…so that was an apology kiss?” You ask, confused.

“What? No! I meant I was sorry for kissing you without, Y’know, asking.” His cheeks flush, and it’s not until someone shoves past you that you realize you’ve both stopped in the middle of the sidewalk.

“It’s… it’s fine. Okay, I mean.” You say, almost positive your cheeks are the same shade as his.

Tommy nods. “So I didn’t totally fuck this up?”

“I think you fucked it up a long time ago, Tom. I’m doing charity work sticking around you.”

He laughs, elbowing you as you start walking. “I’m the one doing charity work! I’m a fucking millionaire, you should be paying to be in my presence!”

“Oh, yeah, you kissed me for charity too, huh?”

“Wha— well I— that—“

You laugh loudly, having to look away from him to catch your breath. This was your Tommy, this was what you missed.

“Oh, you asshole!” He groans. “Fine! It was fucking charity, how about that?”

Shrugging, you can’t help your grin. “Just don’t make it charity next time.”

His steps falter, but when you look over at him he’s beaming. “Deal.” He announces, but doesn’t make a move to kiss you again.

“…are you not going to—“

“I have to surprise you. That way it’s fun.”

Oh boy.

[jenniferjareauwife]

Hi! Would you please writer daughter jareau being insecure aboutu her body?

Insecure

pairing: jennifer jareau x daughter reader

category: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: body insecurity

word count: 732

age: 15

summary: you're insecure about your body and your mom notices and helps

I threw on a hoodie before going downstairs. My mom and I were going to go on a lunch date. "Mom where are we going?"

"Chipotle."

"Sounds yummy."

"What are you wearing?"

"A hoodie...and jeans." I looked down at my outfit. "Does it not look good?"

"No it looks good. But it's 70 degrees outside."

"Ok? I don't care."

"Honey I'm not letting you go out like that you're going to overheat."

"You're not gonna let me?"

"You know what I mean honey." Please go change." She put her hand on my cheek and caressed it. I gulped and nodded, there was no use fighting.

I came back downstairs in an oversized shirt that came down to my knees. She looked at me and furrowed her brows. "Mom please don't make me change again." I groaned.

"I'm not going to. But what's going on? You don't normally dress like this honey."

"Nothings going on. I'm fine."

"I'm a profiler. And your mom. Do you really think you can hide anything from me?" I frowned, looking at the ground and shrugging.

"Mom." I groaned, knowing where this was going. I didn't want a pep talk.

"Come on baby tell me what's wrong." She put her hand on my back and led me to the couch.

"I want Chipotle."

"I know you do but I want to talk about this first, ok?" She rubbed my back before putting her arm over my shoulders. "What's going on?"

"I just...I don't want people to see my body." I mumbled.

"Hm?"

"I don't want people to see my body." I spoke a bit louder and hid my face.

"Oh honey." She pulled me against her. "Why?"

"I don't like it."

"Why don't you like it?" I shrugged but she wasn't satisfied with that. She put her finger under my chin and lifted my head. "You can be honest with me."

"It's just...it's not the right shape and it's too big and I want a different one!" I teared up a bit.

"I love your body."

"You're my mom."

"I know. But I know what it feels like to hate your body and I don't ever want you to feel that way. I know it's inevitable because you're a human, and you're a woman so you're more prone to body shaming but-"

"Mom I really don't want a pep talk."

"Come on hon-"

"I really want to go. Can we go?"

"We're not gonna go when you're crying. I'll order it to the house, ok?"

"But-"

"Shh. You know how much I love this pretty head?" She cradled my face before kissing my forehead. "And this nose?" She kissed my nose. "This cute belly." She squeezed my waist while caressing my belly with her thumbs.

"Mom stop!" I giggled. "You just have to say that. You made me."

"And I made you for a reason. I love you so much, yeah? I love you." She pinched my cheeks. "You're so beautiful, inside and out. Never doubt that."

"Mom." I sighed.

"No. You are beautiful. I want to hear you say it. Come on." She led me to the bathroom, hand in hand. "Take your shirt off. I want you to be able to see your whole body."

"Oh."

"If you're not comfortable with me here it's ok."

"No, it's ok." I took my shirt off, fighting the urge to wrap my arms around my stomach.

"Now I want you to say 'I am beautiful.'"

"Mom-"

"Say it."

"I am beautiful."

"My body is beautiful."

"My body is beautiful."

"That's good." She rubbed my shoulders. "You are so beautiful. Now say 'I deserve to love my body.'"

"I deserve to love my body."

"I deserve to feel confident in anything I wear."

"I deserve to feel confident in anything I wear." I felt my mom's arms wrap around my protectively.

"I want you to repeat those everyday, when you wake up and before you go to sleep." I buried my face in her neck. She stroked my hair, rubbing my back softly. "Are you ok?" I shrugged. "Anything you wanna talk about?"

"No." I hugged her tighter.

"You sure? I'm here if you need me."

"I'm sure. This was good for now." She kissed the top of my head before resting her chin on it.

"I'm glad I could help. I love you baby."

"I love you too mom."

[glacierruler]

If I Could Just Kiss You

No it is not almost 4 am now where I live shut up /j /s

Ships: Prinxiety and Dukexiety (Roman and Remus both date Virgil and are fine with it)

Want to make it very clear, Virgil thought Remus was a boy until it introduced himself.

Angst/Fluff, mostly fluff though

CWs: transphobia, accidental misgendering, deadnaming, death mentions(no actual death, I swear), self-deprecation, tell me if I missed any!

Words: 5080

Feel free to spam my inbox with questions about this au

Taglist: @uhhh-hi-there-i-am-nervous @hyperfixated-homo @cutebisexualmess @starlocked01 Please tell me if you'd like to be added/removed!

Virgil didn’t know what to do. Storm didn’t know what to do because storm liked these two boys. And they were siblings. And Virgil knew that they wouldn’t like storm back, because who would? Storm was self-deprecating, small, and honestly not that attractive. At least not in storm’s eyes. Virgil had weird eyes too, and who would want a freak like storm, with storm’s weird mismatched eyes. One of them a deep purple and the other a bright green. Plus storm’s clothing choices were questionable to most. Most of the time storm wore a black with purple patches hoodie, along with an oversized Fall Out Boys T-shirt, with black jeans. The most expensive thing storm wore were storm’s Doc Martins, although storm had some more expensive shoes at home. Shoes were the one thing storm ever splurged on, because Virgil couldn’t design or make shoes. Storm could hand sew some clothing. Specializing in skirts, but storm was getting better at making dresses, shirts, and pants as well. Also storm loved hand sewing, as it was calming and took up time. Storm was also decent at painting abstract art, and somewhat good at drawing humanesque figures on storm’s computer. So maybe Virgil wasn’t actually useless, storm just thought that way because of past incidents, but let’s not wander there yet. As Virgil was circling into storm’s own thoughts of panic, storm saw movement out of the corner of storm’s eye. Virgil freaked out for a moment, before remembering storm was at the local coffee shop, and there was going to be some movement. It did not help storm’s panic, however, when storm saw who walked in. It was the two siblings. And their friends. And oh, Virgil was so screwed if they saw storm. So so very screwed. Mainly because none of them know Virgil’s actual name, just storm’s deadname, because of course storm’s job at the local college wouldn’t let storm change storm’s name! And storm is so used to not being deadnamed or misgendered here. Just wearing different wristbands to denote the gender that storm was for that day, if storm could pinpoint it down. After all being genderfluid wasn’t easy sometimes. Also now, whenever Remy’s shift ended, Virgil would have to be very careful not to mention either crush’s name because they were here. And by the looks of everyone’s bags, they were here for a while. So Virgil hid behind storm’s computer screen, and did storm’s best not to draw attention to stormself. But eventually…

“Hey, bitch! I’m off my shift!” Remy shouted for the whole cafe to hear. A few of the regular customer’s chuckled, but the table that the two siblings and their posse had sat at all looked confused for a second, and Virgil could feel the heat rush to storm’s cheeks. Storm was not ready to come out to any of those five over there yet. Thankfully Remy’s partner, Emile, walked in just at that moment. Virgil looked at their necklace, and it was pink. Meaning they were a girl today, but storm would wait until storm could see their pronoun pins before using she/her for them.

“Love, what did we say about cursing right after you got off shift?”

“Too wait five minutes before doing so… but, like, hon-”

“Nope, you almost got fired last time you called Virgil a bitch right after you got off of your shift, and we can’t afford to live off of one income in this economy.” Emile stated. And now Virgil could die, because both of them were about to sit at storm’s table, after just calling storm by storm’s preferred name. In front of storm’s crushes who did not know storm’s preferred name. Which, to be fair to Remy and Emile, Virgil was out pretty much everywhere except for storm’s job. Which didn’t allow storm to be out and storm thought that was stupid. But storm couldn’t afford to live based on just commissions and sponsorships alone just yet, so they had to deal with it. Either way, Virgil had been kind of hoping to tell the siblings on storm’s own, without being accidentally outed to them. And, oh great, all of them were paying attention to Remy and Emile now. Who had just kissed, and were walking over to Virgil right now. Oh shit oh shit oh shit! What do I do. Virgil’s heart started pounding, and it was getting harder for storm to breathe, and then storm was shocked and sucking in a huge breath of air after storm felt something cold against storm’s skin.

“Hun, you good, you haven’t freaked out like that here for a while.” Remy’s voice was full of concern. And Virgil nearly cried. Storm had had a panic attack in front of storm’s two crushes. In front of people that constantly talked to storm at the college. Storm was so very fucked if they recognized him. 

“I’m fine,” Virgil croaked out, well at least storm’s voice wouldn’t be recognizable, “can we talk about it later?”

“Yeah of course, whatever you need.” Emile said, and Virgil could see their pronoun pins now. So she is using she/her today, good to know. 

“Yeah, I’ll tell you two about it later,” Virgil whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear storm. Both of storm’s friends nodded, and storm breathed out a sigh of relief. However before storm could go back to drawing, storm heard a gasp from the table that storm’s crushes were sitting at.

“You’re the person who works at the college right? The one who helps with art and english papers!” Excitement seeping out of this individual’s voice. Virgil looked over, and it was Patton. The guy who storm had helped with an english paper and art assignment. Although the english paper was what storm was payed to do. Patton had chestnut brown eyes, with brown hair to match. If Virgil had remembered correctly something Patton had said, he was from Papua New Guinea. So english hadn’t been his first language, as his parents taught him some other language, Virgil couldn’t remember what it was called, but storm thought it was cool that Patton knew another language. Sometimes storm wished that storm had payed more attention in spanish class. Mainly having taken it because storm’s family was from Mexico, and neither Virgil nor storm’s mother had been taught the language. Either way, now everyone at that table was looking over at storm. And now Virgil was officially screwed. What was storm supposed to do, hide under the table and never get up again. Then Patton spoke up again, “Although I thought you went by a different name? Something like-”

“Er, that’s only my name at the college, I don’t use it anywhere else.” Virgil interrupted, not feeling like getting deadnamed today. And now Roman was looking at storm, and Virgil felt like maybe storm should prepare some lines in storm’s head just in case Roman said something. Although he shouldn’t, after all his sibling, who’s older by one year is nonbinary. 

“Ah, then what is your name? And pronouns if you don’t mind me asking.” And oh, Roman’s voice was sweet as honey, and Virgil could swim in it all day. Ah, storm could feel storm’s ears starting to heat up.

“Er, the name I like to use is Virgil, and my pronouns change all the time, but storm/storms pronouns always work,” Virgil’s voice was hoarse, and still a bit scratchy from the panic attack that storm had just had. And before storm could say anything else, Remus spoke up. 

“Oh you use neos too! That’s so cool, you know meeting another person who uses neopronouns is like meeting a celebrity from that famous horror movie, Monstruo de la Noche.” The way Remus’s voice sounded like an old, scratchy record, but in a good way, just made Virgil want to melt. Although Virgil didn’t really like horror movies in most aspects, storm would love to watch a horror movie with Remus.

“Er yeah, before I forget to ask what are all your names and pronouns?” And oh no, storm’s voice was no longer scratchy, and while storm liked it on some days, other days it felt way to feminine. Virgil sometimes wished storm had a voice modifier on them, but then again storm was working on speaking more masculinely, it was just a lot of practice. Sometimes Virgil got sick of practicing, just wishing storm could flip a switch and storm’s voice would be deep. And honestly-

“Well you already know who I am kiddo, but I’ll introduce myself again in case you forgot, you do help a lot of people throughout the college. I’m Patton, 23 years old, and he/him and they/them pronouns for me!” Virgil was roughly jarred from storm’s thoughts by the loud voice, although it was a welcome distraction from where storm’s mind was taking storm. Then the person who was sitting across from Patton spoke up.

“My name is Logan, and please use he/him pronouns when it comes to addressing me.” Logan seemed analytical and smart, based on his body language and tone of voice. He had slightly tanned skin and was wearing glasses, a suit, and a tie. Virgil could’ve sworn he was the person who tutored students in the math lab, now that storm though of it. Before he could analyze too much, Remus spoke up.

“Well you already know my name, but my pronouns are he/him and it/its.” Remus looked like it was about to jump on the table with how excited he was.

“The name’s Janus,” a silky smooth voice said next, “although I believe you already knew that, my pronouns however have changed since we last talked. I use they/them and fae/faer pronouns now.” And Janus was right, Virgil had known faer name. Storm had known them in elementary school. They had been the best of friends, but after the incident, Virgil and Janus had grown apart. Storm still felt guilty about the scar that encompassed half of Janus’s face. However, before Virgil could say anything, Janus cut in again. “Just so you know, it wasn’t your fault,” and Virgil felt even more guilty now. Why, storm didn’t know, but now everything felt awkward. The tension in the room was really thick, and storm could tell that everyone else at that table was confused as to what was going on.

“Ah, before I forget to introduce myself to a such a lovely person, my name is Roman and my pronouns are he/him.” Roman announced flamboyantly, and oh, was Virgil head over heels for this guy. Maybe a little too much.

“Right, well it was nice meeting you all…” Virgil trailed off, not sure of what to say. Storm was really bad at socializing, having taken forever to warm up to Remy. Although storm was pretty sure it was because of the incident, but again, storm never liked to think about that. Thankfully Remus stepped in.

“Soo, what’s a school tutor doing at this coffee shop? Oooh, is this where you come to complain about the last minute papers all the students submit,” Virgil did not miss the playful look it gave its brother.

“Err, not quite, this is where I go to draw and do my online courses,” Virgil stated, not sure where to go from here. Thankfully someone else did.

“And storm def comes here to vent about what the english class kids do too, don’t you hun?” Remy snickered, nevermind, Virgil was suddenly reminded of why storm hated Remy now. 

“Only a little!” Storm defended, which only got Remy and Emile to snicker as well as a few eyebrow raises from the other table. Before the conversation could go any further, Remy introduced themself.

“Sup you five, I’m Remy, and I use they/them pronouns, and this here is my partner-”

“Hi! I’m Emile, my pronouns also change all the time, like Virgil’s, currently I use she/her, but if you’re ever unsure of what to use, they/them is always okay!”

“Ah, if it wouldn’t terribly bother you three-” Roman started, before Remus interrupted, saying,

“We could totally blow your party! And cafe, into smithereens!” And Virgil couldn’t help but snicker at that, before remembering that they brought bags in, and storm caught Roman give a playful glare to his sibling. 

“Uh…” Not a good idea, not a good idea, not a good idea, “sure, I don’t have a problem with it, Remy, Emile?” 

“That sounds like a wonderful idea!”

“You need more friends anyways hun.”

“Remy! Be nice!”

Virgil heard Janus chuckle a bit, which was either very good or very bad. Storm’s brain started screaming at storm, thinking it was an absolutely horrible idea to do this, so before anyone could get any further with conversation, Virgil went and sabatoged stormself. “But, before you decide to join us, don’t you have schoolwork to do? With your bags and all?”

“Ah, but lovely Virgil, we have been working on schoolwork for the three hours that we’ve been here! It’s only fair that we catch a break to chat with an engaging individual such as yourself!” And Roman flashed storm that smile that storm loved so much, with slightly crooked, very slightly tinted yellow teeth, which meant they were healthy, as they weren’t an obvious yellow, but subtle enough for someone to tell they weren’t pure white, (don’t ask Virgil why storm knew the proper color healthy teeth were supposed to be). Sure, Virgil knew that he probably flashed that smile at everyone he met, but he certainly didn’t call everyone he met lovely, did he? Maybe he did, how was Virgil supposed to know, anyways Roman had a point. Strictly studying is bad for people. And Virgil knew that because storm had burnt stormself out by doing that.

“Ah, alright, just didn’t want get in the way of studying, y’know?” And oh, the way all of them beamed at storm made Virgil want to never leave this moment of feeling wanted.

After about three hours of all of them sitting and talking, the cafe closed, and Virgil got all of their numbers. And maybe, when no one was looking, storm put a red heart by Roman’s number and a green one by Remus’s.

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Virgil was back at the college, having just finished working with another student, when Roman, Remus, and their friends walked in. Honestly, she was exhausted, trying her best not to cry everytime one of her coworkers called her by that name.

“Yo, Vee, it’s us from the cafe, remember?” And the way Remus nearly screamed that, honestly made Virgil’s day so much better.

“Yeah, do you need help with something?” Virgil was so professional at storm’s job, she honestly deserved a gold star for not acting like storm was hopelessly in love.

“Actually [Redacted], I’ve got this.” One of Virgil’s coworkers, who had an obvious crush on Roman, said. Virgil could see the way Roman tensed up at her voice. 

“Nah, Sally, you’ve got a meeting in fifteen, remember?” Storm was trying not to start a fight, not sure why Roman was so tense around her, but he was, so Virgil was going to do her best to make Roman more comfortable.

“Actually, I was wondering if you could take that appointment-”

“This will be the third time this week, Sally, I’m not doing that. I can do this, plus I believe one of them actually has me scheduled to work with them in the next five minutes.” Which, the last part of that was technically a lie, but Virgil never shared who she was working with with her coworkers. Storm never really liked them anyways. Sally huffed, but ultimately said nothing. As soon as she went back, Virgil led them over to a table that was a little further away from everything else.

“Question, do you want us to call you by the name that Sally used when you’re here, or something else?” Logan asked, which Virgil thought was sweet of him, but what really surprised Virgil was the twins talking over each other.

“Was it okay for me to call you Vee? If it wasn’t-”

“I’ll hit him over the head with my morningstar and bury him and-”

“I’ll let Remus do that to me without fighting back, I hope I didn’t almost out you-” And, oh was it sickeningly sweet how much both of them cared about different things, but Virgil should really cut in before it gets worse.

“Look, it’s fine. I’ve told them my preferred name before, they just don’t really use it. Because it’s not my legal name or whatever.” The way all five of them looked at her, seemingly baffled at what she just said, confused Virgil to no end. “Err, what’s wrong?”

“Why do you work at a job, that consistently deadnames and misgenders you?” Remus asked, concern seeping through its voice.

“Because it pays the bills, and I don’t really have a choice at the moment.” Virgil was a bit unsure as what else to say, she really didn’t have a choice if she wanted to be able to pay for all the necessities. “I am trying to find another job, but right now it’s not plausible,” storm really didn’t know why she felt so defensive.

“Vee,” Roman starts, staring at her softly, “we aren’t judging you, we’re just concerned.” And oh, Virgil hadn’t meant to make eye contact, honestly, it was mostly painful. But if she could stand eye contact, she would look in both the twins emerald green eyes all day and night.

“Ah, sorry-”

“Why are you apologizing? Did my brother said you did anything wrong? No, because you didn’t. He was just clearing up a misunderstanding. But if you want, we can pay you to be our personal tutor’s. How does $20 an hour sound?” And Virgil stilled at that, not sure what to do. 

“A-are you sure? That’s a lot of money, especially since tutoring sessions can be long.”

“Look, absolutely no offense to you, but I’d pay you $100 per hour if it meant I never had to deal with Sally again,” Roman said dryly, and oh, was Virgil glad to know that there was no way Roman had even the smallest crush on Sally.

“Okay, um, then yeah, I can tutor you all, do you want to do group or individual sessions?”

“Group for now, and maybe, if any of us have extra money and need help, we can do individual sessions next,” Janus supplied, faer voice sounding uninterested, but Virgil could see the intrigue in their eyes. Virgil nodded, and the next day she sent in storm’s two day notice.

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It had been a few months, Virgil was turning 19 soon, and both of his crushes were 20 and 21 respectively. Still, storm’s feelings for them weren’t going away anytime soon. So he had decided, he would tell both the siblings that he liked them within a week. 

“Remy, you just don’t understand! They’re so cute and sweet and kind, and honestly I think this is something amazing that’s happening. If I can just get the guts to ask them out. You don’t understand-”

“Right hun, because I don’t understand how simping for someone else feels,” Remy rolled their eyes, sounding slightly annoyed. “Now where’s the part where you tell them?”

And that’s how Virgil started telling a very long story. “Well, I was gonna tell them on Monday, but when I saw them they were kind of flirting with another guy. And I didn’t know if maybe one or both of them were dating that guy. I found out later that day, that they were just being friendly with him because he’s a cool guy, and flirting is just their dynamic. Which y’know kinda makes me feel jealous a little, and maybe hopeless, because I thought that they might be flirting with me because they like me, but it could just be because that’s our dynamic, and do I really need to ruin our dynamic with my stupid feelings.” Virgil breathed in and out heavily after that. Speaking fast, because the siblings could be at the cafe soon, and Virgil honestly couldn’t risk them finding out before storm was ready. “Then on Tuesday, they were busy studying for a few tests for their english class and overall I was really busy with commissions, and I also knew I wasn’t ready to tell them yet. On Wednesday I meant to tell them after tutoring was done, but then everyone was there, and I don’t know if I want everyone to see me embarrass myself trying to make a love confession, and then a thought occurred to me. What if they thought I was just getting closer to them to get with them? I wasn’t doing that, but what if they thought that. Surely they would hate me, and because they’re friends with everyone else,” Virgil gasped for air mid sentence, looking around the room for any sign of the twins, they weren’t due to show up yet, and were almost always late. But still Virgil couldn’t risk them finding out from storm rambling to Remy. “then everyone else would hate me. Throughout the whole day Thursday, I meant to tell them, but then my mind was all like ‘would they even like you back, and what would you do if they don’t, it would be too awkward to stay friends, wouldn’t it?’ And so I backed out. Cause I’m really scare of ruining my friendship with them becuase I have feelings and they don’t.” Virgil’s speech was slowing down a little bit, but that was only due to the lack of breath that storm was taking in. So he took a few to breathe in and out deeply, and quadruple checked the room to make sure that the twins still weren’t there to continue rambling. “Friday was weird, because I actually almost told them. Roman, Remus, and I were just hanging out at the park, and I got cold, and they both offered me one of their jackets, and honestly how could I say no. And is that a sign they were flirting with me? Anyways, they each handed me a jacket, but before I could say anything, I remembered that I never asked them about their thoughts on polyamory before, and if they would ever, like, share a boyfriend. That sounds weird, but you know what I’m trying to say,” Virgil interrupted stormself again, gasping for breath again because he kept losing all of the oxygen in his lungs due to the fact that storm was trying to get this all out in one go. He caught Remy’s eyebrow raise, and could tell that storms friend was actually invested in whatever was going on in his love life.

“Hun, maybe you should take a few to breathe before continuing.”

“No time Remy, both of them will be here in maybe a few minutes, and I’m confessing to them today, at this cafe. Where I officially got to meet them y’know? Anyways, where was I…”

Remy sighed, knowing they weren’t going to convince Virgil to slow down on his storytelling. “Alright hun, you were at the part where you said you were just thinking about their thoughts on polyamory, and whether or not they’d be fine with you dating both of them.”

“Oh yeah, so that was on Friday, and I didn’t know how to bring it up without sounding weird, so I kept trying different topics of small talk, like, isn’t the sky pretty, kind of small talk. And eventually we got on the topic of polyamory, although I don’t remember how,” Virgil started looking around again, trying to make sure that neither Roman nor Remus were here yet. Thankfully storm didn’t see either of them. It really was a good thing that Remus and its brother were always running late. “And eventually I learned that not only were they fine dating the same person as their other brother, but they both actually have a crush on the same person. And while I know that they probably don’t like me like that, I have to tell them before I can move on y’know? Like I want to be happy for them when they get into a relationship with the person they like. But I can’t do that unless I tell them I like them.”

“Alright babes, I have a few questions. One, how do you know they don’t like you? Yes, you do have to answer that question with actual facts. Two, how do you know that, if the person they like isn’t you, they would get into a relationship with them? And three. How The Fuck do you talk so fast?” Virgil stilled at that, not quite sure how to anwer the questions that storm’s best friend just posed.

“Well, for the first question, I know I’m really self-deprecating, and I’m not that attractive. Plus I’m kind of small for someone my age, and they have said before that dating someone small could be a problem because kissing them would be harder, and so I’d have to be worth the effort for them to bend down and kiss, and honestly Remy, I don’t think I am. Plus if they liked me wouldn’t I have noticed by now?” Virgil gasped and looked around the cafe again for those two. Thankfully, it seemed like they were running late. “As for your second question, who wouldn’t want to get into a relationship with them? They’re cute, sweet, handsome, stunning, smart, adorable, kind, beautiful, pretty, intelligent and despite the sometimes crude subjects that they bring up, both of them are really compassionate, like that time when-”

“I get it hun, they’re cute, kind, and smart. But, no offense, I wouldn’t date them, they aren’t my type. Also, remember not to idolize them, as that’s not healthy for anyone. Like, babes, I’m not saying that they aren’t cute, kind, and smart. I’m saying don’t put them on a pedestal. It gives them hopeless expectations to live up to, and it hurts you when they can’t live up to it. It’s not pretty, remember my relationship before Emile? That’s why it went so sour. Also, please stop putting yourself down like that hun, I get feeling that way, but saying it outloud to yourself makes it worse. I know this from experience.”

Virgil had to stop for a minute, and made a note to also acknowledge the mistakes that the siblings made, instead of only focusing on what they did right. It wasn’t good for anyone for storm not to acknowledge what they did that ticked him off, or was downright wrong. “Alright Remy, I promise not to idolize them, I definitely don’t want what happened to you to happen to me. And I’ll try not to, actually with the paycheck I’m getting from all my new friends, I’ll probably be able to get into therapy, since we’ve discussed that that would be a good thing for me to do too.”

“Now hun, you don’t get to ignore my third question either,” Remy said, before adding, “but it looks like your dates are here, so I’ll take my leave.” Virgil blushed and hissed at them, before turning around and seeing two twins grinning and standing behind where storm’s back used to be.

“So, lovely stormcloud, I heard you wanted to meet us here. Could I ask what this is about?” Roman asked, his voice smooth as silk, and his face held a playful smirk to it.

“U-uh, yeah, just give me a minute, I got sidetracked and need to remember what I was going to say.”

“Well it wasn’t to brutally murder us, but maybe poison? Nah, too many people around, you’d never get away with it, unless…” Remus joked, bouncing on the soles of its feet. 

“No, I did not bring you here to murder you. Neither of you have made my hitlist, yet…” Virgil trailed off trying to sound ominous. Although it definitely helped that storm had been getting better at making his voice deeper. 

“Oh? What do we have to do to make it on their?” Remus was entirely too excited for being told that it could end up being on a hitlist.

“Uh, haven’t figured that out yet?”

“Oh, that’s kind of sad, I wanted to be first on your hitlist!” Virgil couldn’t help but laugh a little at that, before remembering why storm had brought those to here. 

“Err, there’s something th-that I h-have to t-tell you, a-and,” Virgil was having trouble breathing all of a sudden. And storm’s hands were really clammy now, and this was a stupid idea, there’s no way they’ll ever like you back, what are you doing!

And then he felt something cold against storm’s neck. “Stormcloud, I know you want to tell us something, but if you’re not ready we can just hang out and chill. Don’t force yourself to do something you’re not ready for.”

“Yeah, how are we supposed to fill Roman’s shampoo with sickly green hair dye, if you’re panicking.” Roman rolled his eyes, but smiled a little when Virgil snorted a little at that. If you’re gonna do it, do it now before you back out coward!

“I- just- there’s something I need to say, and if I could just kiss you…” Virgil eventually managed to get out, storm’s eyes scared of rejection from either of the two siblings, but willing to risk everything because these feelings were too much for storm. Both Roman and Remus looked at eachother, before Roman walked over to Virgil. And despite Virgil wearing two inch platforms, he was still smaller than both of them, and it showed. Because when Roman got close to storm, Virgil couldn’t help but feel a little small considering with the platforms he stood at 5’4. And Remus and Roman were both 5’8

“All you had to do was ask, stormcloud.”

“Also we kind of figured you liked us both,” Remus said as it started to walk behind Virgil, and eventually wrapping his arms around storm. “You weren’t good at hiding it. Just wanted you to tell us without feeling pressured.” After that Roman lifted Virgil’s chin up with two fingers and kissed him softly and sweetly. Then, after Roman was done kissing him, Remus turned Virgil around and kissed him roughly and passionately.

[dark-twist-fairytales]

Mm... Mm. How about some fresh uh.. *skims notes* who has been the least traumatized by me so far? Kai's off the list.. Cole's a close second. Zane? Nah, won't work- Jay angst! You guys ready?!

Warning: Bullying (technically). Destruction (minor)

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"Birds of a feather-!"

"-Always stick together!"

Giggling left the children as they fist bumped together, making fake explosions from their mouths as they pulled their hands apart and spread their fingers. "So, I wanna have the party at my house, but I want to make sure you'll be there. Only you, though."

Jay tilted his head at that, the curly-haired boy looking over to his friend. "Why only me? I thought you invited Cindy and Brent and-"

"No, I mean like.." The boy dropped his voice to a whisper as he leaned close to Jay's ear. "My parents font trust your parents because you live in a junk yard." He pulled away, with Jay frowning visibly with a small 'oh'. "But, it's okay! You can still come!"

"I-I don't know.. I kinda.. I mean.." Jay's stammering stopped as his name was called for the car line. "I'll ask my parents, okay?"

"Okay! Bye Jay-Jay!" Jay then rushed quickly to the iconic decrepit car him and his parents lovingly called the 'Jalopy'. Without opening the door, he jumped as high as he could into the back seat, landing face first into the cushioning as he just barely made it over, hitting his shins on the top of it and toppling in. Everyday. Never got old, despite the bruising on his shins. He stumbled his way to sit up, buckling up after he was safely up and secured, before Ed began driving away.

"So, how was school today, hon?" Edna asked, a smile on her face as she glanced in the rear view mirror to see Jay. "It was okay. I got invited to a birthday party!"

"Oh, you did? Let me see the invite." Edna said, looking at the invite once it was in her hands. "This is wonderful, a sleep over too. Do you want to go?"

"Uh-huh! But, uhm.. Chris said that you and dad weren't allowed for the birthday part.." Jay spoke, looking down at the large bench he sat out and messing with the small strings that came out of the fabric. "It's okay, dear. We have to be near town that day anyways. We can stay around until dawn in case you need us. How does that sound?"

That got the spark back in Jay, as he rapidly nodded in excitement. Swiftly rambling on about the current project he was working on.

~~~

Three days later, it was Saturday, time for the party. Jay had a nicely wrapped box in his lap, thanks to his mom, along with a duffle bag of overnight clothes. Once again, Jay was anxiously messing with the fabric of the seat again, this time out of nervousness for the gift and party. Despite how many times he got assured, his head was still swimming with worries.

The drive was only an hour, before they pulled up. Jay looked around briefly, before standing up and shifting over to the end of the car with his duffle on his back and present in hand. Edna got out of the passenger side, lifting Jay from the back seat and settling the boy on the ground.

Even if the attire he wore was his best, he still had stains on his jeans, hair nice yet still a bit frazzled and static-y, and his long sleeve had a good amount of stains on the sleeves. It was his favorite, blue jacket, which wasn't surprising.

Walking up to the door with Edna, the mother gave a knock to the door, offering a smile down to the nervous Jay before the door opened up, her head turning back when it did. Her smile didn't fade in the slightest. "Oh, hello there! I came to drop off little Jay for Chris' birthday party?"

"Yes, this si the right place. Don't worry, he'll be in safe hands." Chris' mom said, as she motioned Jay inside. "I'll call you if anything happens, okay?"

"Thank you so much, dear. Have fun, Jay." Edna spoke, crouching down as Jay set down his bags for a hug. "I love you."

"I love you too, mom!" They pulled away, Jay excitedly waving to his dad in the Jalopy, before he grabbed his bag and present again and moved inside, the door closing as he saw his parents off.

"Alright, is that present for Chris?" Chris' mom spoke, with the small Jay excitedly nodding and handing it over. "Perfect- Chris! Jay's here!"

~~~

Hours passed, and Jay was having a blast! Of course, minor teasing from Brent, but that wasn't an issue. He was having fun! He was surrounded by friends! And Chris was wanting to open his presents. He saved Jay's specifically for last, the boy practically bouncing in his seat as Chris opened the card up. Just a small 'you're my best friend and you're amazing' card, but Jay's smile feel anxious as Chris tore open the wrapping paper and stared at the object in confusion.

"It's.. It's a flying drone..! I built it up from something my dad made!" Jay explained, but seeing Brent's face out if the corner of his eye made him even more confusion.

"A drone..? What's a drone?"

"Whatever it is, it's stupid." Brent said, earning a soft scoff of his name by his own mother, which he ignored. "I mean, seriously! We waited alllll that time for that?? A clump of metal?"

"It's not a clump of metal- It's a flying drone!" Jay argued, Brent standing up and promptly grabbing the drone from Chris' still confused hands.

"It's useless!" Brent then threw it onto the ground, causing Jay's entire body to pause, a gasp leaving him. "You can buy something and it'll be waaay cooler than that!" The boy continued, but Jay's blue eyes had already begun filling with tears as he stared down to the broken drone he lovingly created.

Now broken.

Sobs left the smaller as Brent got escorted from the room to get an earful from his mom. He climbed off of his chair and collected the pieces through teary eyes, getting help from Chris and Cindy and placing the pieces back in the box.

Jay then sat on the floor, wiping his eyes with his sleeve and desperately craving the softness of his stuffed animal Mr. Cuddlywomp. Distantly, he heard the mention of his name and 'Mr. Walker', silently hoping that his dad would come pick him up. He didn't want to stay here anymore, he wanted to go home. He wanted to.. Tears feel more and harder as he wiped them away as quickly as he could.

No use.

About ten minutes later, of just sitting there over the remains of the broken toys, he heard the familiar clunk of boots. The hand on his shoulder cause Jay to turn around quickly, clinging onto his father as he sobbed about the drone he had created, wordlessly obviously. Still, the rumble of Ed's voice was assuring to Jay, causing the younger to simply rest in Ed's arms while quiet sniffles left him.

A conversation that Jay didn't recall or remember happened, Jay being carried out to the car with the gift and his duffle bag. Once settled in the backseat, Ed in the drivers seat and both the present and duffle in the truck, Ed gave over Mr. Cuddlywomp for the smaller boy to nuzzle in and calm down with.

Some memories were bettert and others. This was the last time Jay went to a public school in the sea of sand.

[itzpris15634]

The Things That Don't Matter (ft. Blythe and Roger)

This oneshot could be considered a Part-2 to 'Butterflies'. You don't have to read 'Butterflies' to understand this, but if you wanna read it anyway, feel free to here.

Enjoy.

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The airplane ride was a bit… hectic. There was the usual turbulence. Sure,. Of course. It's a flight after all. Dad tells her stories of turbulence all the time during his flights.

Then there was a crying child and its poor, poor crying mother seated next to Blythe. Alright... classic trope! Everyone has that one annoying child on their flight or so.

But then the airplane food Blythe ordered accidentally spilled all over the child which made it cry more. She could feel the glares from annoyed passengers from all over the plane, piercing into her like knives...

Thank God the flight was short enough. Blythe was very, very relieved to finally step off that plane.

Frustrated and tired as she was, she supposed it didn't matter anymore. She was here to see her dad!

Now, all she had to do was go through the airport, find her Dad, get out of there with him, and enjoy one week back in her childhood home.

And soon enough, she spotted him. A tall figure with short brown hair, and stripes of gray growing in. He was wearing that familiar red plaid flannel and dark blue jeans. Looking down at his phone.

"Dad! Over here!"

At the sound of his daughter's voice, Roger's head snapped up. And when he noticed Blythe, running towards him with her suitcase trailing behind her, Roger found himself running to her too.

"Blythe!"

"Dad!"

"Blythe!"

"Dad!"

"BLYTHE!"

"DAD!"

The two of them finally collided in a hug, almost falling over from the force of it.

But that didn't matter to them.

Blythe's suitcase was thrown away, and slid on the airport floor.

But that didn't matter right now.

It was almost as if the world around them had tuned out. The sights around them started to blur and every sound muffled into unrecognizable nothingness.

But it didn't matter. All that did was the tight, warm embrace between father and daughter. Such an embrace that they had missed so so much.

"I missed you." Blythe whispered, her breathing still quick and unsteady. From the running? From the reunion?

It did not matter.

"I missed you too, Blythie. So so much…"

They hugged each other tight as if they'd never get the chance again. Blythe took her time, savoring her dad's warm hug and familiar smell. That old, musky cologne he'd always put on. Oh, how she missed it…

Unfortunately for the moment, it had to end. Things in the outside world did matter, and they had to catch up with the world. Otherwise, it'd continue going on without them.

"So, how have things been while I was away?" Blythe said.

"Nothing much. The usual- go to work, fly somewhere, go back home, do home things, go to work. Your calls and texts are what keeps me going, hon."

"Awww, Dad…"

"How about you? Your life in Downtown good? I mean, other than the updates you're sending me all the time."

"In general? It's been awesome! I'm glad everyone has been so friendly to me so far. Except for... well, you know of course, since you do read all my updates and all, ahah... Anyway, I'm was working on a few designs that'll may or may not be featured on the magazine next month! Or, I hope they'll be, at least. I'm not sure, the editors can be very picky…"

"I see…"

"But we won't have to worry about that this week! I'm here, and we can go home and do even more catching up."

"Oh yeah, of course! Come on, Blythe. Grab your poor little suitcase off the floor and let's book it on home. The car's parked over there."

"Perfect, let's go!"

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Day 8: homecoming

aww that was real sweet now wasn't it :)))

Let me tell you, the moment i came up with the title i felt so smart for a bit like "WOW this is so sophisticated and meaningful because because!" But i suppose it doesn't really matte- *dies*

i know i said this whole thing about being committed to the prompts and writing everyday, but now I'm hesitant. This month is the last month for my school year, and then SUMMMER BABBYYYY. But then also- up until summer, we'll be super busy finalizing projects and all. Plus studying for the final exams. Sooo yeh.

We'll see though. I managed to multitask this lil oneshot and my homework today. All i need to do is do that for... 23 more days. Yeah.