#look at them! sam's hair is so fun i love the two tone + the pink <3< /div> Explore tagged Tumblr posts

[kaworusbetterthanme]

@artbyaffinno's OCs Charis and Sam for the Gallery Noir server's 2023 VtM art exchange!

[prentissluvr]

three seconds — sam winchester

for : 200+ followers event [ closed ] ➖⟢ pairing : sam winchester x gn!reader ➖⟢ genre : fluff ➖⟢ cw : light swearing, accidental cuddling, casual mention of marriage between sam and reader (it's just dean teasing tho lol), idiots friends to lovers, kissing, barely edited ➖⟢ wc : 1.2K prompt : sleeping in the same bed, as they’d often do, but one morning waking up cuddling

MOVED BLOGS TO @sammyluvr !! no longer active on this blog! all fics can be found there!

to be truthful, this isn’t the first time you’ve woken up with yours and sam’s limbs entangled with each other’s. it’s just far less common for his hand to be so gloriously attached to your waist or his face to be tucked all sweet and warm into your neck. your own hands are placed in his hair and on his broad shoulder blade.

waking up like this is heaven; first, in the moments before you can process exactly what is happening, and second, once you realize and can bask in the splendor of having him so intimately close and vulnerable with you. then it comes crashing down as you remember that this isn’t quite how it’s supposed to be, and that you’ll never, not for a moment, be able to get this feeling out of your head, your body.

which means every moment after you untangle yourself from him will be full of a pure, undying, taunting want, maybe even need, to have him like that again. such a feeling is a general inconvenience as one considers that sam is your best friend, that he and his brother are just about all you have, and that you’d rather die than lose them to the fact that you’re in love with him. so clearly, it’s better he never knows, it’s just that constantly thinking about cuddling with him tends to lead to you making heart eyes at him or your cheeks flushing hot when he looks at you a moment too long.

then there’s the realization that sam is still asleep, the steady rhythm of his breath tickling your neck is both comforting and terrifying all at once. what if he wakes and jerks away, uncomfortable with your proximity? should you push him away before he even realizes the position you’re in? it’s not as if sam doesn’t enjoy physical affection; he pretends he doesn’t, but you’re convinced that he’s a cuddlebug at heart. maybe that’s an overly cute way of putting it, but you can feel how much he loves hugs, how much he enjoys having his head in your lap when you get a rare movie night. you’re just worried that this is too much, too close for even him.

and yet, you’re feeling selfish, because what if you never get him like this again? so you close your eyes again and just revel in the way it feels to have the tip of his nose pressed to your neck and his forehead against your jaw. his hands on you, so steady and sure in his sleep. his hair, soft between your fingers and the muscle of his back under your palm. his leg, tucked between yours. just the weight of him, pressed against you all solid and real and almost immovable until he wakes.

you hear dean stir a few feet away and you pray he won’t be able to tell you’re not asleep. breath even and eyes still gently closed, you hear dean move about, mumbling to himself. he’s digging around in a bag, pulling something out. then you feel him move closer and you swear he’s hovering at the foot of the bed.

then you hear a click, like that of a camera shutter, and you realize dean’s taken a picture of the two of you like this. pictures of the three of you are rarer, and dean being the one to take it means it’s special. you suppose blackmail is special in its own way and beg to no one that dean didn’t hear your breath hitch as you realize this moment is now immortalized by a picture that dean’ll print out someday and shove in your faces to make fun.

then dean’s mumbling to himself again, now close and loud enough for you to make out his words. “these two,” he sighs, tone practically chastising as if he sees something glaringly obvious, but the both of you can’t seem to quite get there. “i swear, the heart eyes from across the room, the longing gazes. god, they’ll be the death of me.” 

he really, truly thinks you’re asleep. he talks like this when he doesn’t know you can hear him. though usually not about you and sam, not like this. “they’re both such idiots. idiots in love,” he laughs humorlessly to himself, then turns away, stuffing the camera back in the bag he dug it out from. “maybe i should lock them in a closet,” he considers, voice so low you can barely catch his words, “see who caves first. then they’ll probably only thank me for that or the puke-inducingly cute photo once they’re married, those ungrateful asses. kids these days.” he lets out a huff of breath as he heads to the bathroom, seemingly done with his ranting about … about what? you and sam being in love with each other? what the hell was he saying, married? you and sam? you have to hold back from letting out a lovesick sigh.

you’re so caught up turning dean’s words over in your mind that only sam’s hand lightly squeezing your side brings you back to the present. your eyes shoot open and you pull your hand out of his hair. sam parts from you, barely. how long has he been awake? you’re almost too scared to look at sam, who hasn’t even attempted to untangle himself from you. he’s still got his hand on your waist and his leg tucked between yours and your eyes catch his without you meaning to. it’s always like that; your eyes will wander until they find his face, every time. it’s habit, instinct, unavoidable.

he looks at you long, and something about his pretty eyes turned green from the morning light and the color of the sheets keeps you holding his gaze, taking him in as he does you.

when sam finally speaks, his voice is hushed, but there’s this barely contained joy to it, begging to be released. “think we should save him the trouble?” the playfulness in his voice tugs at the corner of your lips. when he sounds happy, you can’t help but feel that way.

“of?” you ask, thinking you know what he means, but wanting to be sure.

“of locking us in a closet. sounds like a bit of a hassle, if you ask me,” he smiles at you, and his words plus the sight of his dimples has got you grinning without restraint. you wonder again how long sam was awake, but completely without apprehension this time. all the two of you needed was a few playful words exchanged, and now you know. though you wouldn’t have without dean’s unwittingly overheard grumbles, so you supposed you will have to thank him after all.

“i don’t know,” you say with a false air of careful thinking, “seems like it could be fun, y’know? it’s been too long since we’ve played a good trick on dean, don’t you think?”

sam doesn’t have an answer for that because he’s been too busy staring at the way your lips move, still pulled into a smile as you talk. you take another good look at him and wonder, how in the world did i miss it? the way he looks at me?

if he doesn’t kiss you within three seconds flat, you’ll do it yourself. it takes him those three seconds exactly, and you move in such synch it’s possible that your lips meet right in the perfect middle of the barely-there space between you.

[sammyluvr]

three seconds — sam winchester

cw : gn!reader, fluff, light swearing, accidental cuddling, casual mention of marriage between sam and reader (it’s just dean teasing tho lol), idiots friends to lovers, kissing, barely edited, 1.2K words. requested ! for my 200+ followers event [ closed ] .

prompt : sleeping in the same bed, as they’d often do, but one morning waking up cuddling.

to be truthful, this isn’t the first time you’ve woken up with yours and sam’s limbs entangled with each other’s. it’s just far less common for his hand to be so gloriously attached to your waist or his face to be tucked all sweet and warm into your neck. your own hands are placed in his hair and on his broad shoulder blade.

waking up like this is heaven; first, in the moments before you can process exactly what is happening, and second, once you realize and can bask in the splendor of having him so intimately close and vulnerable with you. then it comes crashing down as you remember that this isn’t quite how it’s supposed to be, and that you’ll never, not for a moment, be able to get this feeling out of your head, your body.

which means every moment after you untangle yourself from him will be full of a pure, undying, taunting want, maybe even need, to have him like that again. such a feeling is a general inconvenience as one considers that sam is your best friend, that he and his brother are just about all you have, and that you’d rather die than lose them to the fact that you’re in love with him. so clearly, it’s better he never knows, it’s just that constantly thinking about cuddling with him tends to lead to you making heart eyes at him or your cheeks flushing hot when he looks at you a moment too long.

then there’s the realization that sam is still asleep, the steady rhythm of his breath tickling your neck is both comforting and terrifying all at once. what if he wakes and jerks away, uncomfortable with your proximity? should you push him away before he even realizes the position you’re in? it’s not as if sam doesn’t enjoy physical affection; he pretends he doesn’t, but you’re convinced that he’s a cuddlebug at heart. maybe that’s an overly cute way of putting it, but you can feel how much he loves hugs, how much he enjoys having his head in your lap when you get a rare movie night. you’re just worried that this is too much, too close for even him.

and yet, you’re feeling selfish, because what if you never get him like this again? so you close your eyes again and just revel in the way it feels to have the tip of his nose pressed to your neck and his forehead against your jaw. his hands on you, so steady and sure in his sleep. his hair, soft between your fingers and the muscle of his back under your palm. his leg, tucked between yours. just the weight of him, pressed against you all solid and real and almost immovable until he wakes.

you hear dean stir a few feet away and you pray he won’t be able to tell you’re not asleep. breath even and eyes still gently closed, you hear dean move about, mumbling to himself. he’s digging around in a bag, pulling something out. then you feel him move closer and you swear he’s hovering at the foot of the bed.

then you hear a click, like that of a camera shutter, and you realize dean’s taken a picture of the two of you like this. pictures of the three of you are rarer, and dean being the one to take it means it’s special. you suppose blackmail is special in its own way and beg to no one that dean didn’t hear your breath hitch as you realize this moment is now immortalized by a picture that dean’ll print out someday and shove in your faces to make fun.

then dean’s mumbling to himself again, now close and loud enough for you to make out his words. “these two,” he sighs, tone practically chastising as if he sees something glaringly obvious, but the both of you can’t seem to quite get there. “i swear, the heart eyes from across the room, the longing gazes. god, they’ll be the death of me.” 

he really, truly thinks you’re asleep. he talks like this when he doesn’t know you can hear him. though usually not about you and sam, not like this. “they’re both such idiots. idiots in love,” he laughs humorlessly to himself, then turns away, stuffing the camera back in the bag he dug it out from. “maybe i should lock them in a closet,” he considers, voice so low you can barely catch his words, “see who caves first. then they’ll probably only thank me for that or the puke-inducingly cute photo once they’re married, those ungrateful asses. kids these days.” he lets out a huff of breath as he heads to the bathroom, seemingly done with his ranting about … about what? you and sam being in love with each other? what the hell was he saying, married? you and sam? you have to hold back from letting out a lovesick sigh.

you’re so caught up turning dean’s words over in your mind that only sam’s hand lightly squeezing your side brings you back to the present. your eyes shoot open and you pull your hand out of his hair. sam parts from you, barely. how long has he been awake? you’re almost too scared to look at sam, who hasn’t even attempted to untangle himself from you. he’s still got his hand on your waist and his leg tucked between yours and your eyes catch his without you meaning to. it’s always like that; your eyes will wander until they find his face, every time. it’s habit, instinct, unavoidable.

he looks at you long, and something about his pretty eyes turned green from the morning light and the color of the sheets keeps you holding his gaze, taking him in as he does you.

when sam finally speaks, his voice is hushed, but there’s this barely contained joy to it, begging to be released. “think we should save him the trouble?” the playfulness in his voice tugs at the corner of your lips. when he sounds happy, you can’t help but feel that way.

“of?” you ask, thinking you know what he means, but wanting to be sure.

“of locking us in a closet. sounds like a bit of a hassle, if you ask me,” he smiles at you, and his words plus the sight of his dimples has got you grinning without restraint. you wonder again how long sam was awake, but completely without apprehension this time. all the two of you needed was a few playful words exchanged, and now you know. though you wouldn’t have without dean’s unwittingly overheard grumbles, so you supposed you will have to thank him after all.

“i don’t know,” you say with a false air of careful thinking, “seems like it could be fun, y’know? it’s been too long since we’ve played a good trick on dean, don’t you think?”

sam doesn’t have an answer for that because he’s been too busy staring at the way your lips move, still pulled into a smile as you talk. you take another good look at him and wonder, how in the world did i miss it? the way he looks at me?

if he doesn’t kiss you within three seconds flat, you’ll do it yourself. it takes him those three seconds exactly, and you move in such synch it’s possible that your lips meet right in the perfect middle of the barely-there space between you.

[fashionteahouse]

Can I request a embry call x reader where the reader is a natural flirt and without meaning to she could make anyone even girls blush cause she’s naturally pretty and even tho embry is secure in their relationship he can’t help get jealous when the boys decide to have a little fun and flirt back

alright working right on this!😊 hope you enjoy :)

miss camaraderie - embry x reader

Everything was secure and steady with Embry. It seemed like eternity to get to this point though. You had a crush on Embry but he wouldn’t pick up on the subtle signs you tried to throw at him. You had to straight up tell him, you liked him. This made Embry ecstatic. He couldn’t believe this beautiful girl was his partner.

You and Embry were at the store, to pick up balloons for Sam’s surprise birthday party. You hand the cashier the money for pay for the items. The cashier takes the cash and before she could open the register you take a look at her nails.

“Oh my goodness. Your nails are gorgeous.” You say and peek through your lashes to watch her reaction. She’s flattered.

She smiles and says, “Oh! Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. They’re super cute. Let me see?” You suggest. She reaches her hand over and allows you to take her hand, your thumb tracing over her knuckles as you peer over the designs.

“Wow. So pretty.” you softly say and give her a smile. Her face is flushed and she’s beaming brightly.

You and Embry are leaving out, items in hand. A woman with a cute outfit, that you would even wear, is entering the store.

“Okay gorgeous!” you gush towards the woman. She looks up, turn a bit to see if you’re talking to her, she takes her finger and points at herself to see if you were gifting her the compliment. You nod to reassure.

“Awww thank you, you’re so sweet.” she says. “Wait hold on. Do a spin.” you say to big up her outfit even more. She smiles and laughs at this and does a little twirl.

“Girl, your outfit is cute too!” she says to you, to pay you back for the kind compliment, appreciating you boosting her confidence for that day.

You take two fingers, press them to your lips and blow a small kiss and wave your two fingers up and down, in a bye motion, and give her your best smile. She’s as red as a tomato, smiling from ear to ear, and she takes a lock of hair to put behind her ear and shyly looks at the ground.

You and Embry pull up to Sam and Emily’s, Embry lets you in, holding the door for you. “Thank you handsome.” you say to him sultry tone. He chuckles and follows you in.

“Y/N! Embry!” Emily greets you two and you take turns giving her a hug. She was letting the cake she pulled out of the oven to rest on stove before putting the frosting on.

“Can you two please tie the balloons on the chairs?” She asks. You of course comply. “Love your dress Em. Sam’s gonna go crazy.” you tell her.

She chuckles, amused, “Aw thank you Y/N.”

Just then, Paul and Jacob comes in. Jacob is laughing and Paul is looking annoyed.

Embry looks over and now has a smile creeping on his face.

“What?” he asks, knowing something happened to cause such reaction, he had to hear this.

“Man..Paul got turned down..it was SO funny.” Jacob says while laughing holding his ribs as he remembers the encounter.

Embry chuckles, “Why?”

“Because hes ugly that’s why.” Jared then says from the living room. This only makes people laugh harder.

“You’re not ugly Paul, it’s her loss.” you tell him eye to eye to cheer him up.

Jacob comes over and wraps an arm around you and says, “It’s okay Y/N, you don’t have to lie to him to make him feel better.” this caused more snickers in the room.

“Leave him alone.” You tell Jacob and shrug his arm off. “If I could take you on a date, I would.” you say in Paul’s direction.

“So..If you weren’t with Embry, you would date me.” he says with a smirk.

“I wouldn’t complain.” you say and then lick your lips a bit, this makes his eyes dart to them. You didn’t mean to do it, your lips were just a bit dry. Honest.

You and others move into the living room and Kim is in there chilling on a couch flicking through the television. Once she catches sight of you, her eyes light up and hugs you.

“Y/N!” she pulls back and looks at what you have on, “Cuteeee.” You just turn to the side and lift the back of your leg up a little.

“Right. Your legs look great in that skirt.” Paul comments as he sits down.

Embry comes in and takes your hand and sits you down in a loveseat with him.

Moments later, Emily rushes in with a smile on her face, “Hurry turn the lights out and hide! Sam is coming with Quil any minute now.” she says in a whisper shout.

Everyone is in a frenzy trying to hide, bumping into one another, giggling, and everyone is settled. As soon as Sam walks in with Quil, you all jump up and say, “Surprise!” and hug him. This makes him laugh deep within his chest, kisses his partner, super happy to walk into such a great surprise.

Emily brings everyone in to cut the cake and Quil swipes a small dot of icing, when no one’s looking and put it on your cheek.

“You get on my last nerve!” you say to him, he doesn’t care he’s too busy laughing at your reaction.

“Here hang on.” Quil says and wipes it off with his finger and as you’re watching him, he slowly sucks it off his finger. This made you bite your lip due to being shy about to situation.

While you all are eating cake, you notice Embry being quieter than usual. Usually he joins in the jokes. “Are you alright?” you ask him in a whisper and rub on his back. He looks at you and nods but you know he’s lying.

You get up to throw your paper plate away and Paul needs to get pass to get a napkin. “Excuse me.” he says and puts his hands, low on your waist to move past. Embry is already in the sitting room and when you come in. You’re walking towards him and trip, before you could touch the ground, Jacob holds you up. “My hero.” you say in dramatic way and give him a hug, “You smell good. Mmm”. He did smell good, his cheeks start to turn pink and clear his throat a bit.

You sit down and Embry looks at you, like he’s trying to figure something out. “What’s wrong?” you ask quietly.

“I’m going for a walk. Want to join me?” He asks you. You nod with willingness.

He’s up and you follow him out of the door and it’s quiet for a moment until he comes up with something to say.

“Y/N..are you happy?”

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” You ask in confusion and take his hand, you suddenly get nervous. “I mean…Are you happy?” you ask nervously.

“Of course! Look…I guess…” he starts but then shakes his head in a never mind manner.

“No, what is it?” you press on and touch his arm.

“You’re giving them the wrong idea….the pack I mean.” he finally says.

“How?”

“When you say certain things or do certain things… it’s like you’re leading them on. It seemed like you were flirting with them this whole time we’ve been here.” he says. You think for a minute.

“I mean…How would you feel if I hugged one of your friends and tell them if I weren’t with you, I would date them. Or tell them they smelled good. Things like that.” He explains. He makes perfect sense.

“Ohh..I see… I didn’t mean to. I was just trying to be nice. That’s all. I’m really sorry Em.” You sincerely tell him and take both of his hands and rub them to let him know you actually mean it.

He shrugs and looks down, “It’s alright. I don’t mind if you’re nice but there’s a thing of being..too nice. You know?” You nod at this.

“I’m happy with you. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll just save all of that just for you. I’m so happy that you’re in my life right now. I don’t want to do anything that will screw it up.” You say and softly smile at him. He reciprocates this action.

“I’m happy with you too,” he says and puts an arm around your shoulders and you intertwine your one hand with his and put the other hand around his waist, “The guys are not going to read between the lines. You show them an opportunity, they’re going to run with that.”

“I guess you’re right.” you tell him and want to show your affection with lips. You kiss him on his fingers, you look up at him and he’s staring down at you and leans down and you two share an affectionate kiss.

“I guess I’ll tell Paul that he’s ugly.” you say to bring light to the situation.

It works because your Embry is now laughing, it makes you laugh too. His happiness is contagious and it makes your heart overfill with joy and love for the person you are with.

[lunamothmayhem]

Good Night(Wing) Chapter 3 part 1 (the Nightmare) part 1

I'm just gonna post the little bits I finish writing so I don't lose motivation before I finish, cause this is getting bigger than anticipated and taking longer than I wanted to finish writing.

The warm feeling of contentment flowed through his veins, The purring in his chest growing, as the echoes of their siblings, I haven’t seen Jazz in months, laughter filled though his ears. The knowledge that his family was safe and sound in his apartment, Jazz is in college, Ellie and Dan are with CW, Sam and Tucker are with their families, that they knew they where safe and that he’d keep them that way and they’d do the same had him smiling as he let the darkness surround him in the joy-love-safe-warm-protected-happy- he felt from them.

Cold crisp air twirled through hair, carrying the delicate tones of children’s laughter and giggles, the deep baritones of adults chattering and a deep sense of being surrounded by joy. Through the trees lights flashed and sparkled, over top a fairs wheel spun slow. Feeling content and with a smile on his face, he moved towards the smell of buttered popcorn and cotton candy, mixed with the smell of animals outdoors. Walking closer through the trees, blue flyers of some sort danced in the wind, ‘Grayson’ being the only word he caught.

Anticipation curled around him and with a pep in his step he rushed towards the sound of fun and joy, of home, whose home, not my home, never more than a nightmare, almost running into circus goers. Laughter bubbled up and head on a swivel he looked for an old friend. Rushing past clowns, a shudder ran through them, blowing balloon animals he kept an ear out and heard her. A bellowing a triumphant bellow of an elephant from his left, changing direction and almost tripping over his own feet he rushed over.

Tears caught on eyelashes and his cheeks hurt from the beaming smile on his face as he pulled up in front of Zitka, How do I know her name, and he laughed as she reached for them with her trunk.

“Hey girl, I know it’s been a while,” He leaned into the hug, hiding his face against hers as the tears finally broke free, “but are you excited for the show tonight?" No please no, He pulled back and she gave an agreeing hum, before nudging them with her trunk towards the sound of two people chatting behind him. Mom, Dad. A picture of a small figure in a teal suit standing next to a towering behemoth in orange both holding weapons, and an all-encompassing feeling of dread and fear ran through them.

Turning around he sees two adults in matching green and yellow leotards laughing and smiling. The woman had dark brown curly hair hanging around mid-back, her warm brown eyes crinkling up in the corners as she turned towards him. The man’s cobalt blue lit up with sparkles and he crouched down with open arms as he saw him. Not wasting another second, he rushed and jumped into his arms laughing through his tears.

Warm arms circled around him settling on his back and pulling him into a warm chest, falling up and down with every breath his father, not my dad, took and the laughter turned to sobs as the tears kept coming. Burying their face in their dad’s, Not My Dad, shirt they heard their mom, not my mom, who are you, Who Are You, kneel next to them her hand rubbing slow circles on their back.

“Oh, my little Robin, what’s wrong dear?” Pulling his head away from his fathers’ chest, he turned to face his mother, wrong, Wrong, WRONG, and wiped away his tears.

-----------------------

So yeah, still working on this. didn't even get into when freakshow shows up or the nightmare really starts, but I'm getting there, really sorry for the long wait.

This is part of a prompt by @azulhood

[vilf-lover]

i’m not one of those cool fanfic writers so don’t expect greatness and i’m idk how to make a title and fancy specifications but

this is how i imagine darlin getting everyone kicked out of the club because of them fighting went down ⭐️

gn!darlin

1400 words 😭😭😭 certified yapper

“I LOVE THIS SONG!!” angel shouted into darlin’s ear while an intense edm rendition of ‘baby’ by justin bieber roared from every crevice of the club

they were wondering if anyone was going to be able to hear after tonight, but they didn’t care because of how much fun they were having. though, they were questioning angel’s taste in music…

“OKAY I AM GOING TO GO GET A WATER AND GO SIT DOWN WITH MR PARTY POOPER OVER THERE” obviously darlin was referring to their wonderful mate that just happened to come to the club again- even after last time ;))

he claimed he came again for safety reasons but they knew it’s because he had a blast, even before their “dance lesson”. sam may not be a dancer, but he always talks about how music makes him feel truly alive, how he felt when he was human. a reminder of his livelihood.

darlin ends up sitting next to their mate the rest of their night as they both enjoy shirley temples and nice cold waters.

as the night grows older, the pack decides they’ll stay for 30 more minutes before leaving.

about five minutes before they plan to leave-“darlin’ i’m gonna use the restroom before we head out. don’t get in any trouble without me.” he chuckles as he jostles out of his seat and makes his way to the back.

about a minute passes before a man, about 6’0, shoulder-length hair, one full sleeve of tattoos sits on the chair next to them; in the seat sam was occupying.

“so gorgeous, you leaving here with that guy? because i know something that would make you much happier” he smiles smugly as the words leave his lips

they’re a bit taken aback. while this was not their first rodeo, no cowboy pun intended, they now felt way different when being hit on. as though it was an insult to them and sam.

“oh really.” they say in such an unenthused tone that most people would stand up and walk away right then and there.

it seems as though he takes this as a challenge. “yeah hun, i’m sure i could treat you better than he could. tenfold. how about i prove it?” you can hear the smirk on his face.

this is when darlin’ decides to stop being civil. there is nothing they hate more than a person that won’t take no for an answer. they would know after being in a relationship with one for way too long. boundaries are boundaries.

“listen. i am trying to give you the chance to leave this conversation right now. rejection is hard, i know. i’m sure you’re horny and lonely, but i’m not. so leave me alone.” they scoff and turn their chair back to the bar

“well didn’t know you were such a fucking bitch who didn’t know how to have fun but whatever” he starts mumbling to himself as he walks off, head hanging low

sam appears in the crowd of people, making his way back to his seat. “phew- sorry, the line was so long. how’re you doin’ darlin?”

“well- other than a guy poorly hitting on me, i’m doing okay” they scoff thinking about the interaction

sam is puzzled. “who did what? i left for like two minutes and you’re being ambushed. what am i going to do with such a fine specimen of a mate”

he leans in for a kiss as they both laugh and get up from their seats to meet everyone at the front

darlin and sam are walking out of the club with ash, milo, david and their mates when they hear something behind them

an agitated voice yells at the group, “oh so you have a little posse. and there’s your little boyfriend too. cute.”

confused, they all give glances to each other before darlin’ says to just keep looking forward and walk.

soon it would become obvious that this was not the end of the interaction.

“ignoring me? it’s good to know they’re all fucking bitches! just like you!” the man slurring his words and getting progressively louder as his sentences drag on

darlin’, upset, turns around and approaches the man while still keeping a good five feet of distance to try and maintain some civility. “can you leave me and my friends alone. you are obviously tipsy so i’m giving you this last warning”

they go to turn around before getting kicked in the stomach

“i’m not scared of you or your little friends! and i won’t take a pathetic ass threat!” he says, now screaming.

everyone is in shock- a person they don’t know is now attempting to hurt the person they all know won’t take shit.

“holy shit!” milo gasps, possibly for dramatic effect

david sighs while rubbing his temples, “this is not going to end well for him”

darlin is now standing up after falling into the ground, brushing the rubble off of their hands. there’s an annoyed look on their face as they walk over to sam. “i really did not want to do this tonight but can you take my bag and my rings?”

the man is standing there distraught, wondering why they are acting so leisurely after getting kicked.

darlin’ gives sam a kiss on the cheek and looks at the pack, “enjoy the show, i guess” they roll their eyes before turning back to the man

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing, you think this is some kind of jo-“ he tries to mutter a sentence, before getting punched square in the face

usually, darlin likes making fighting a game. something they can drag out and feel some adrenaline before ending it. but tonight? no, not tonight.

the man looks up, his nose is bleeding immensely. he looks terrified, skittering back on his feet and hands as darlin’ approaches them.

darlin’ is now towering over him, the dim illumination of a streetlight overhead creates a silhouette of their figure thats spine-chilling, they look menacing as ever

“i’ll let you stand up once.” they say under their breath, “give you some dignity. so it won’t be so embarrassing to remember tomorrow.”

they walk back as he very slowly gets up

the man laughs, “giving pity? not a good idea. i can destroy you hun. i just wasn’t prepared.”

he goes to throw a right jab after swinging his left leg in between their feet to knock them over.

in theory, it’s a good idea. make them unstable then hit them when they’re not excepting it. unfortunately for him- that’s not how it went…

darlin is not affected by the leg, and instead squeezes his leg in between their feet. making him stuck- falling directly on his side. a painful landing to say the least

as the pack is watching, they’re also making full commentary. not loud enough for them to hear, as that would be a detrimental mistake.

“do you think they’re going easy?” david asks

“oh absolutely” sam chuckles, “this is nothin’”

asher laughs, “yeah i think they’ve thrown a punch harder than that at me!”

the man is now in fetal position on his left side, wincing in pain.

darlin’ leans down to a crouch, frightenly close, and whispers, “next time, know. no means fucking no. don’t do this ever again. prick.”

the emphasis of their words would’ve been enough to make him topple over in the first place

he does nothing but nod as they walk off.

with impeccable timing, the security guard from the back of the club walks up to the group.

“i’ve been asked to escort you and your party off of the premises.” the man had a deep voice and is quite taller than anyone in the group.

darlin’ chuckles, “are you joking? i mean- this dude was harassing me and then my “party” this whole time and you didn’t feel the need to interject.”

the guard seems to give a glance that says “yeah, i know. i’m just doing my job” which everyone in that group has given before.

“okay. we were just leaving anyway. thanks sir, have a good night” david seems to be the only peaceful one at the moment. at most moments actually.

there’s silence in the pack as they continue walking away from the club until a overly-enthusiastic “wow! that was awesome!” spouts from asher

i am not a fic writer to say the least but i have a very active imagination and i hope this lives up to standard in one way or another

@rarelyisa

@infinitelovewithoutfulfillment

@aimedis

i hope you guys enjoy :>>

[athena-writes-i-guess]

I don’t know if you have tiktok but have you seen that trend where girlfriends pretends to be on the phone with a friend and act all dramatic and shocked just to see if their boyfriends want to know the tea? I don’t know why but I feel like Eddie would secretly wanna know

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

A/N: Hello friend! Thank you so much for the request! This was really fun to write! I really hope you like how this came out!

Also, yes I do have a TikTok, I’m on it way too much haha

“So then Jessica walks in on Andy and Tracy in his parents bedroom making out!” Robin said quietly as she sat across from you in the noisy cafeteria of Hawkins High.

“Oh my god, really?” You exclaimed softly, almost missing the small noise of interest that escaped from your boyfriend Eddie as he sat to your right.

“Really! I heard it from Sam who was standing right there when it happened!” She said, a large smile pulling at her lips as the bell rang to signal the end of the lunch break.

You and Robin loved to gossip about the happenings around the school, quietly judging your fellow classmates and the drama they found themselves in. Eddie on the other hand would ask why you cared so much. Who cares about what happened to some jock at some lame party? Not Eddie, or so he tried to make everyone believe. He would even seem to ignore gossip about his friends, like the time Steve got caught having sex with a girl in his car by the sheriff. But you’ve been noticing the small reactions that he’d have when the two of you would start sharing the news you heard. An almost silent gasp here, a quirk of the eyebrow there, a quiet scoff from across the room when you’re on the phone. Little things you took note of that showed you that he really did want to know.

You wanted to catch him in the act, tell a fake story that would be too juicy for him to pass up knowing the details of. You had plans for Eddie to come over to your house after Hellfire tonight and that’s when you’d set your plan in motion.

You were sitting on your bed, facing away from the window, your phone in your lap when you heard the signature sounds of Eddie climbing the side of your house. You picked up the phone receiver, the dial tone ringing in your ear as you made small noises of feigned interest. You had left your window open a crack for him and smiled as you heard him pull it open the rest of the way. You turned your head to look at him as he climbed through and landed clumsily in your room.

“Hey sweetheart!” He chirped happily with an excited smile once he saw you.

“Hey, baby!” You said quietly, placing your hand over the receiver for effect. “I’m talking to Robin, I’ll be off in a minute, pretty boy.” You smiled back, sending him an air kiss as he crossed the room. He pretended to catch the kiss in his hand and press it to his lips, beaming when you giggled. He then flopped himself down on your bed, resting his head in your lap as you leaned against your headboard. His eyes fluttered closed blissfully as you carded your free hand through his hair, relaxing into your touch.

You paused for a moment like you were listening to something through the phone, making small noises of interest as you listened to the dial tone before exclaiming, “Oh my god! Nancy did what?!” You watched Eddie’s eyebrows furrow. “But what happened with her and Jonathan?” You said quickly, trying not to smile when Eddie’s eyes shot open and he turned his head to look at you.

You paused again and then gasped loudly, “With Steve?? Are you serious!?”

Eddie couldn’t stop himself, he needed to know, “What happened?” He whispered, eyes wide with interest. You shushed him, trying not to burst into laughter at his expression and the small huff of annoyance he made.

“Dustin found them doing what?!” You practically yelled after a moment.

Eddie shot up and maneuvered himself onto his knees next to you, gesturing for you to pass the phone to him, whining out a little, “Babe! What’s happening?”

You furrowed your brows and shook your head, pretending to be listening to something on the line. “No fucking way! Jonathan said that to her?!” You exclaimed after a moment.

Eddie couldn’t handle being out of the loop anymore, he desperately needed to know the gossip, so he snatched the phone right out of your hand and brought it to his ear while saying, “What the hell is going on Robin?”

His eyebrows then knitted together in confusion as he was answered with a dial tone and your uncontrollable giggles. “You lying little monster!” He scolded as he narrowed his eyes playfully and tossed the phone in your lap.

“I knew you wanted to hear the gossip! Not such a waste of time after all, huh?” You teased, shooting him a mischievous grin as you put the phone back on your side table.

“I can’t believe you tricked me. How cruel! I’m wounded, sweetheart.” He said dramatically, his hands shooting to his heart as if he was injured as he flung himself backwards on the bed. “The love of my life lying to me! I’ll never recover!”

Your giggles continued to fill the room as he flopped around the bed, shaking your head at his antics. “Oh really? I’m so sorry Eds.” You exclaimed, matching his dramatic tone as you threw yourself onto him. “How can you ever forgive me?” You sent him a pout as you laid on his chest.

Eddie hummed in contemplation before looking at your pouting face, “I’ll forgive you sweetheart, but you owe me…” He thought for a second, “50 kisses. That’s all I'll accept, no less.” He said with faux seriousness, “Oh and a pizza.” He added, not being able to stop his bright smile as you burst into laughter.

The two of you settled down after a moment and Eddie ran his hand through your hair, “So nothing happened with Nancy and Jonathan?” He asked, still curious.

“Not that I know of, I just knew you wouldn’t be able to resist this time. I know you like hearing the gossip.” You teased, poking him playfully in the chest.

Eddie rolled his eyes and scoffed, “They’re our friends! Of course I wanna know!”

“Sure. Sure. Whatever you say, pretty boy.” You grinned.

“Shut up, you menace.” He scolded with a grin of his own. “You better start kissing baby, I’m not gonna kiss myself.” He sighed theatrically.

You beamed and lifted yourself up to hover over his face, pausing to admire your gorgeous boyfriend before beginning to pepper his lips with sweet kisses. Eddie sighed dreamily at the affection as he pulled you closer, neither of you keeping count as you melted into each other.

Taglist: @srapalestina @yvonneeeee @cityofidek @anaisweird @mrslovesmayahawke @harrys-tittie @becca-alexa @catacina

[ghxstfacesgf]

Liquid Courage: Ethan Landry x fem!Reader

Warnings: none really, slightly heated at the end

Note: I have not written anything in forever so apologies in advance. This was just a thought that I let spiral. Requests open <3

Part two here

•

“I think it’s going to rain tonight,” you said to the group of girls gathered in Sam, Quinn, and Tara’s apartment.

“Clear skies and 75, y/n. But nice try!” Anika quipped as she tossed you a vibrant orange top. You playfully gagged and tossed it back in her direction. The girls had somehow roped you into attending some frat party tonight. The weather was your final plea to get out of it. Did you absolutely hate parties? No, but tonight you just weren’t in the mood. You had been practically drowning in schoolwork and your job. All you wanted to do was crawl into your fuzzy bedsheets but, your friends wouldn’t allow that. “Ethan will be there.”

You tossed a glare in Anika’s direction. She loved to tease you about the fluffy haired boy and his obvious crush on you. You couldn’t deny Ethan was cute. There was just something about his dorky persona paired with how painfully adorable he was. But, he was a horrible flirt. In fact, he froze when around you. He wasn’t exactly the type of guy you went for. So you left it be. It was only a silly crush anyway and Ethan clearly wasn’t planning on pursuing it.

Finally you decided on some cargo pants (your favorite pair) and a slightly cropped black top. As you made the walk to the party you thanked yourself for choosing comfortable shoes. Once you arrived, the smell of alcohol invaded your nose. It seemed that you all arrived late considering the drunken state of just about everyone else. Mindy and Anika split off quickly from the group, while you followed Tara into the kitchen to get a drink.

“This is exactly what you need,” Tara stated as she poured what appeared to be Malibu in your cup. She topped it off with some sprite and slide the cup to you. She knew that as soon as you had some alcohol in you, you’d enjoy yourself. God you hated how right she was.

You took a drink and your face immediately twisted, “Jesus Tara, is there any sprite in here at all?”

“A drop or two.” She winked and you laughed. That’s when you noticed a certain pair of brown eyes on you.

“Making me a drink T?” Chad slide in right next to Tara, his arm around her shoulders. She replied with some sarcastic comment before placing a kiss on his cheek. You were more interested in the boy straggling in behind Chad. Ethan’s eyes stayed on you. Did he not realize he was staring? He didn’t, not until your eyes met his. Those puppy dog eyes darted down immediately as he pretended to fix his polo shirt. The bright lights in the kitchen made it so you could see the red hue cover his cheeks. A small smile played on your lips as you brought your cup to them again. Almost without realizing it, you were walking towards Ethan.

“Enoying the party?”

“I am now,” Ethan replied, and you could immediately tell Chad had given him a shot or two. He wasn’t drunk, but definitely had enough liquid courage to be flirting with you right now. With eyebrows raised, you took a step closer.

“Is that so? What makes it so much better now, Landry?” You couldn’t help but notice how cute he looked all red-faced. His curls were all disheveled and a few stuck to his forehead from the heat. Maybe this party could be fun after all.

Ethan leaned in closer to you, partly because the music was so loud and partly because he wanted to smell your sweet vanilla perfume, “no particular reason.” The smirk that played on his lips and also his tone made butterflies erupt in your stomach. You’d never seen Ethan be flirty, especially with you. His eyes flashed to your lips for just a moment and you thought he was leaning it when out of nowhere, Chad appeared between you.

“Dude, come on! There’s a girl over here I’ve been hyping you up to!” A look of annoyance spread on Ethans face at Chad’s interruption. He let out a few protests before a drunken Chad lead him away. You on the other had were left slightly annoyed and wildly confused at what just happened. You were also confused at the slight twinge of jealousy you felt when you saw where Chad was leading Ethan to. A beautiful brunette girl whom you’ve never seen before. You downed one shot and then another before setting off to find at least one of your friends. You definitely needed to get drunk after that encounter.

You ended up finding Anika and Mindy and decided on being a third wheel for the remainder of the night. It sure beats third wheeling with Chad and Tara, who were still with Ethan. The brunette lingered around him for the rest of the night as well. And as the night progressed she became more touchy. First his shoulder, then his arm, then his chest. And with every advancement you downed another shot provided by Anika. She asked you a few times what was bothering you and you wouldn’t dare tell her that you’re actually jealous over Ethan Landry. Denying your feelings had gotten you far enough. She could guess though, following your heated gaze over to Ethan and the brunette girl.

Finally, she was tired of your sulking and dragged you out to dance. Mindy didn’t mind as she herself was too high to move off the couch and she knew you and Anika had been close friends for years. You both pushed past the people around you, giggling out apologies. She grabbed your hand and you two began to dance. You’d almost forgotten about Ethan until your eyes glanced over and met his. He was staring right at you and this time, his eyes didn’t divert. In face they were darker now. The brunette girl still hung close to him talking about some nonsense that was he was not paying attention to. His eyes remained on you and only you. “Stop looking,” Anika scolded, spinning you around so now your back was to Ethan. A devilish grin grew on her face. “I knew you liked him, I KNEW!”

“I do NOT like him.” You said sternly, still swaying your hips to the music. Anika rolled her eyes. “Y/n.” “Anika.” “Y/n.” “Anika.” “Y/n.” “Anika! I do not like Ethan Landry!” Anika stopped dancing, her eyes flickering from you and then past you. You turned to see none other than the topic of conversation right behind you. When did he get there? Ethan chewed on the inside of his cheek, his eyes on the floor. You felt your stomach drop. He looked like you just murdered his puppy and you felt horrible.

“Ethan, I-“ you started towards him and he took a step back. He lifted his hand in the air before mumbling, “it’s all good y/n.” And with that he turned disappeared into the crowd. Great. You didn’t know what was going on with you. Maybe it was the liquor, but you couldn’t blame it on that completely. You’d been struggling with your feelings for awhile. In an attempt to save yourself from Anika’s “I told you so” speech you had hurt Ethan. All you wanted in that moment was to explain.

You searched the crowd and asked multiple people if they’d seen Ethan. You finally found Chad and he let you know that he’d seen Ethan rush upstairs. You followed. Just about every door upstairs seems to be locked until you got to the one at the end of the hall. You opened it slowly, not sure exactly what you’d see. You were relieved to find Ethan sitting on the bed, head in his hands. “Hey E…”

His head shot up at the sound of your voice. You could’ve crumbled right there at the sight of him. “Hey! S-sorry I ran off I just had headache. Never letting Chad make my drinks again,” he laughed shaking his head. You sat down on the mattress next to him. Allowing the alcohol you’d consumed earlier take over you started, “Ethan I was lying. I do like you.” You could heard his breath hitch, relieved and confused by your words. “You don’t have to say that to make me feel better, y/n.” He shook his head and started to stand up. You grabbed his arm to stop him. His was lot more muscular than you thought. Damn those butterflies again.

“I’m not just saying that. I like you, E. I like that you get all nervous around me.” You removed your hand. His eyes flickered down to you as he was still standing. “I don’t know what’s going on with me tonight but, what happened in the kitchen and on the dance floor…” you buried your head in your hands and sighed before looking up at him again, hands brushing your hair back. Suddenly, you were the one who felt nervous. The way he looked at you and you swear you saw a small smirk. The same one from the kitchen earlier. “Maybe I should just go, you obviously wanted to be alone and we’re both a bit intoxicated-“

You were abruptly cut off by Ethans lips on yours, pushing you both down on the bed. His lips tasted like a mixture of tequila and mint. The kiss was hungry and fast paced, you almost felt like you couldn’t breathe. You reciprocated, tugging at the curls at the nape of his neck. Desperately trying to bring him closer to you. Your bodies intertwined perfectly imperfectly, a mess of hands grasping at each other’s bodies. He pulled away slightly, his eyes dark like before. You’d never seen Ethan like this before but you certainly weren’t complaining. He examined you like the for a moment. Desperate for him. “Is this okay?” He asked breathily and you nodded, afraid to let any words out in that moment. His lips were on yours again and then they travelled down to your neck. “I like you too, by the way,” he mumbled into your neck. You giggled at the muffled sound before flipping over that you were on top of him now. “You’re such a dork, Landry,” you said in almost a whisper before leaning down slowly. He gulped, thinking of all the times he’d dreamt about this moment. You brought his hands up to cup your waist. Ethan’s grip immediately tightened before your lips met once again. This time it was slower, more passionate. And just as you both wanted more, the door swung open.

“Ethan! We gotta go, cops!” Chad shouted hastily before realizing Ethan wasn’t alone. “Oh shit… y/n? You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” Ethan grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at Chad. “Shut up dude!”

Chad dodged the pillow and tried to calm him laughter down. “Well, lovebirds we have to go. Y/n the girls are looking for you.”

You sighed as Chad left the room. “Well we better go, I don’t really feel like getting arrested tonight,” you mumbled giving Ethan a small peck on the lips before hopping off him.

“I’ll take my chances. This is worth it.” Ethan grabbed your hips pulling you onto him again, smiling. The way that smile almost had you convinced.

“We can’t make out in jail, E.” You gave him one last passionate kiss, “we can resume this later.” And with that you practically pulled him out of the room and then the house. You met up with the group later and tried hard to avoid Anika’s incriminating gaze.

The party was most definitely worth it.

[wol-fica]

-𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕎𝕙𝕠 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔸𝕣𝕖-

BEFORE YOU READ: I’m not a medical expert, and all the information i could find on non-verbal people is from the internet. Everyone has different experiences with being mute and this is just the same. Please do not come after me saying i’m mocking non-verbal people.

This reader has selective mutism: in certain situations, she can speak simple words and phrases. in others, she can’t. (again, i found all of my claims from the internet)

~

summary - reader is getting judged for being non-verbal, so Tara comes to the rescue and saves her.

warning - use of the f slur, slight blood, violence, comfort, fluff af, Tara being a boss ass queen (slay)

———————

Sometimes in life, you will come across people who don’t have the complexity to understand your own differences from them.

Wether it’s you have a different skin tone or if you speak a different language, there will always be someone who will challenge you.

Now, being non-verbal, you get this often. You didn’t choose to not be able to speak, but yet your inability to choose has left you with judgmental people who pick on you for no reason.

Currently, you were being pinned up against a wall in a store of the large Brookfield Place mall in NYC. You were doing this fun shopping trip with your friends when a group of jockey football players from your old school decided to target you.

“Awww, can the little faggot not scream?” One of them asked, getting all up in your space.

You whimpered, tears clouding your eyes as his hands clamped on your windpipe. His friends behind him were smirking, stupidly snickering as your conscious slowly slipped away from you.

Suddenly, his hand was ripped from your throat as he was thrown backwards. Chad, one of your new friends you made, was standing over him with a menacing gaze. The other two jocks were now backed into corners, Sam and Mindy glaring them down with ferocity you wish to never be caught in.

A cough exited your mouth, your body slumping over against the wall. You clutched your neck, attempting to breathe normally while regaining your composure. Soft hands suddenly cupped your face, gently pulling you upright to see who was saving you.

Tara Carpenter, your new-found girlfriend, was staring at you with worry as she led you away from the group of jumpers. She was silent, keeping her hand in yours as she dragged you into a nearby bathroom.

After sitting you down on the toilet, she got to work with wetting a paper towel and tilting your chin up so she could wipe the blood off your face from when one of the jocks socked you.

“Are you okay?” She finally asked, pausing from cleaning your face as she met your eyes.

‘Yes, i’m fine.’ You signed, leaning your cheek into her palm as she chuckled at your antics.

“I would be scolding you right now, but you are way to cute to yell at.”

You breathed out lightly, your way of laughing, and relaxed against the mall toilet as Tara finished cleaning you up. Once she finished, she pressed her lips to yours, her thumbs rubbing against your cheeks lovingly. As she pulled away, you wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her into you so she stood in between your legs.

“Mm, needy baby.” She hummed, her hands finding her way into your hair as she massaged your scalp.

‘For you.’ You signed with one hand, burying your face into her chest.

“I know, you’re whipped.”

You chuckled, leaning back to look up at her as she pursed her lips down at you. Her brown orbs bore into your soul, making you feel lost in her eyes. The small moment was quiet and nice, until Mindy burst into the room sporting a bloody lip.

“Good news, those jocks won’t be bothering you anymore Y/N!” She cheered, heading for the sink.

‘Thank you.’ You signed before leaning back into your girlfriend.

Tara glanced down to you, leaning down to your ear to mumbled a sweet, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whispered back.

———————

you do not have permission to repost my work on any platform

[benjineedssleep]

stardew valley* headcanons because i'm sick and the brainrot is real <3

i'm trying to get into the fandom but i'm scared so please interact >_< ...also if these have been said before i'M SORRY--

*mostly ass trio with some adjacent stuff because i love them sm =(((

ass trio like to collect old tech and physical media. abby collects old games and consoles, sam collects cds/vinyl, sebastian collects cds and movies (mostly vhs but he'll also fw dvds).

we all know sebastian's a ginger but how about abby cutting and dyeing his hair every month??? *melts*

speaking of dyeing hair, sam has darker hair like his mom but she helps him bleach and tone it. he started doing it to look more like his dad but it kinda just stuck.

jodi always wanted a daughter and for a while resented having two sons. though, the older she gets (and the more the learns about sam specifically) the less she silently resents them. she just asks sam if he wants to do certain things with her (like go get mani-pedis at the beginning of summer) and sam is always like 'FUCK YEAH' (minus the fuck, jodi hates cursing) because he loves his mom, loves self care, and isn't ashamed of either of those things.

sebastian is also a mama's boy. a really big mama's boy. he tells robin anything and everything and she's usually the first person he goes to, abby being the second.

abby/seb wlw/mlm solidarity. i don't make the rules. they are also bonded like cats and should not be separated. live laugh love platonic intimacy and soulmates. i'm talking abby playing with seb's hair, forehead kisses, dancing with each other just cause, etc. etc. <3

sam is so very midwest/5th wave emo coded. not explicitly those genres but i'm definitely talking american football, origami angel, sunny day real estate, etc. he's also into some dad rock because of kent. listening to mid-late 90s/2000s bands while in the car with his dad is a very fond memory of his.

sebastian my artist king!!! he's a bit of a perfectionist but he's really good and sometimes abby and sam ask him why he chose to pursue coding instead. he says it's because he doesn't wanna lose a fun hobby/form of self expression (and he's so real for that).

sebastian is entirely content with sitting in silence with people. he actually prefers it. come sit on his couch while he codes for hours on end and remind him to eat and drink and he'll love you forever. and if he's not coding, watch a movie or play a game that doesn't require insane co-op skills. anything that doesn't require him to talk too much or he'll probably end up spilling his guts by accident. will it make sense? no. but if he finds the words to describe how he's feeling, he's gonna say them.

on that note, sebastian is very bad at hiding his emotions and equally as bad at handling them. he's also the kind of guy that would let you come over just to rant, hand you some tissues if you cry, but wouldn't have much input.

sam, on the other hand, is very good at hiding his emotions and bottles things up for other people's sake. this comes from having to fill the role of his dad while he was away at war and step up as that father figure for vincent. he's very good at supporting you if you're upset but will probably fumble trying to find the proper words.

abby is like the middle ground, everything depending on the situation. though, she tends to be a bit hot headed; passive aggressive. if someone hurt you, she's already up wrapping her hands so she doesn't break them punching someone in the face.

speaking of abby being ready to throw hands, that girl is built, okay? she goes in the mines and swings that sword often enough to have some jacked ass arms and shoulders. she still likes being a pretty girl tho, don't get it twisted. she's just a jacked pretty girl >:3

abby and sam definitely bond quicker than sam and sebastian. they have a lot more things in common on the surface. their music tastes overlap a bit more, they're both the kind to cut up their clothes imperfectly for the vibes, and are equally as wild/bubbly.

abby!!! likes!!! to!!! rollerblade!!! inlines!!!! specifically!!! her and sam stay busting their ass in the town square.

sam's got a sleeper build for real. he's generally a bigger guy, in terms of height and such, but you wouldn't know he's got strength unless you saw him do something. working out is another thing he did casually to be like his dad but also, vincent was very needy when he was a toddler and he still likes to be carried around if jodi'll let sam do it.

jodi is a very soft, "hidden" supporter. she's the kind of mom that would have a pride pin/ribbon on her bag year round and randomly buy sam new music/skating equipment despite complaining about the noise/injuries.

robin is a very loud, "in your face" supporter. she also doesn't sugar coat a damn thing despite trying to look at things in a more optimistic light. she can and will embarrass you in front of your friends.

caroline is a reluctant, "if you must" supporter. she hates most of what abby chooses to do and takes a long time to warm up, but eventually comes around. it's usually the result of jodi and robin explaining to her that things are never that serious (like abby dyeing her hair and cutting her clothes up). sometimes she just needs to be reminded she too was young once.

vincent loves swearing and torments both jodi and penny with all the new ways he tries to curse without actually saying "bad words". see: "what the chicken butt!!!" (he definitely doesn't get it, but he tries to pretend he does.)

robin panic cooks/bakes at any inconvenience or event. you're hurt? sick? it's your birthday? you got a promotion? she's in the kitchen at the crack of dawn tearing the place apart to make something perfect. did i also mention she's a mess and will try to multitask, failing miserably? (there have been multiple times she's done the same step of a recipe twice because she forgot and it almost always ends up leading to massive batches of food she has to give away.)

okay i think that's enough... i can go on for literally ever y'all. i have so much brain rot. lmk if you want more cause i've got a whole 87k word fic to pull from (and also a bunch of other shit that floats around in my brain...)

p.s. i haven't posted the fic anywhere and don't plan on doing so until it's done. but i can share screenies... perhaps... hmnfjfjhgj

[dannythedog]

Collage by @stardust-chords-enthusiast

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x fem!reader

Word Count: 11.1k

Summary: You've grown up with Sam Kiszka as a best friend. As the two of you get older, you realize your feelings may be morphing into something more. What will happen when Sam finally invites you to the annual Kiszka lake trip where a string of crimes have taken place?

Warnings: mentions of marijuana, alcohol consumption, swearing, body image issues, talk of death

A/N: I just want to thank @gretavanfran for encouraging me to run with this idea and offering to help me write. We've never written something like this before so we're a little nervous to post this lol but feedback is appreciated and let us know if you want a part two!! We have so many more ideas for where this can go and would love to share with you guys

_

“Let’s go!” Sam calls from the front door of your house. The patience in his voice is wearing thin and it makes you zip your bag faster, accidentally pinching the skin of your forefinger. It’s time for the annual lake trip the Kiszka family takes at the beginning of summer. Sam usually opted to take his other best friend Danny, leaving no room for you, but this year there was an extra space. You’ve known Sam since seventh grade, the both of you meeting on the junior debate team. He was the only student who actually challenged you and he liked your passion, so you two quickly became inseparable.  

Heaving your duffle up, you rush to the door. “Sorry,” you breathe. “Just had to make sure I didn’t forget anything.”.

 “Yeah, yeah, just give me the bag so we can get going.” Reaching for the bag on your shoulder, Sam lets out a breathy chuckle.

“Wait, Sam, I ha-,” you were quickly interrupted by the long haired man.

“I already checked the back door, walked through the house and unplugged everything. Bug, everything’s going to be okay. Learn how to relax a little, alright?” 

“I’m always relaxed,” you mumble in a grumpy tone. 

“Oh really? When’s the last time you genuinely had fun without having to worry about anything?” He got you there, you were always anxious - anxiety was practically your name and overthinking was your game. You couldn’t help but think about if everything was going to plan, constantly worrying about safety. Except for when you're with a certain golden retriever boy. Sammy. He was fearless and lived life without a care in the world, that’s why you believed that you two quickly became friends. Opposites attract after all - he made the overthinking disappear in you and you made him pay more attention to the things that surrounded him.

After tossing the bag into the back seat of his beat up Jeep Cherokee where his own luggage rests, he clambers into the driver’s spot. “My mom’s gonna be so mad if we’re super late. She only agreed to let me drive as long as I was semi on time.”

“Well, maybe you should’ve let me drive,” you tease. The entire Kiszka family had a bad habit of being late, something that irked you to your core. Turning your head to look at the man in the driver seat, you watch in amusement as he lets out a scoff, throwing the car in reverse. He places an arm on your seat and checks for traffic both ways before entering the road.

“What, so we could be there four hours early? Leave at six am? No thanks, I’d rather sleep.”

“You know, backing into a main street is illegal right?” Now turning to face you, Sam dramatically rolls his eyes and flashes you that beaming smile of his.

“Bug, I want you to relax on this vacation. Mommy and Daddy won't be there to make sure you dot your I’s and cross your T’s.” 

As much as you hated to admit it- Sam was right. It’s been forever since you’ve actually relaxed. On top of your chronic over thinking - your parents watched you like a hawk. They always told you the strictness was because they wanted you to get into a top of the line college. Ever since you got the acceptance letter from the University of Michigan, you were expecting them to ease up. Wrong - if anything they tightened the reins more. Even though you were eighteen and freshly graduated high school, you had to practically get on your hands and knees begging them to allow you to accompany Sam all while reassuring them a million times that Sam’s parents were going to be there. 

“I am relaxed. Let’s get going. You know we'll never hear the end of us being late from Jake,” you breathe out, crossing your arms across your chest. As if his smile couldn’t get any bigger, it was practically ear to ear as he watched you slowly come to the realization he was right. 

“Aye aye, Captain. No more funny business. Wouldn’t want to keep Jacob waiting,” he replies to you in a teasing tone, while throwing the car into drive.

A warm breeze pours through the windows as the journey starts. It rustles the haphazardly placed locks on Sam’s head, a messy bun being his go to for the summer, and it somehow manages to make him look softer. Your eyes trail down to his plump lips, only landing there briefly before moving onto his outfit. He dons a denim button up that only has the bottom few buttons done, a pretty tiger’s eye pendant resting on the exposed skin of his chest, a pair of the tiniest khaki shorts you’ve ever seen, and of course his trusty Birkenstocks. While his outfit was casual, it still made you feel a little frumpy. You just wore a pair of black biker shorts and a tie-dye shirt, two sizes too big, with some black Tevas. 

“So why couldn’t Danny go this year? Not that I’m complaining, I’m really happy to be invited.”

His brown eyes glance over to you for a moment, lips forming into a small frown. “His family planned their own vacation. It’s kind of ass that I’ve never invited you before, huh? I’m sorry that I’m an idiot.”

You wave him off, trying to play it like you never felt an ache in your chest when you watched the family drive off every year. “I get it, it’s a boys thing. No biggie.”

He still looks guilty despite your casual reassurance, but doesn’t press any further. Sam really did feel bad that he never invited you before. He wasn’t sure if you would like hanging out with him and his family for a week straight, emphasis on his brothers. His older twin siblings could be a lot sometimes. Josh was a little over-friendly and Jake could be too cold. Inviting anyone on vacation was asking for trouble - especially a girl and most definitely if that girl was you. The twins have known you for just as long as their little brother had. But Sam knew that they wouldn’t let up on the teasing - it would be relentless.

 Unbeknownst to you, they would wait until you left the room or have your back turned and would always make kissy faces at the younger boy - mocking him about how in love he was with you and how you were his ‘little secret girlfriend’.  Sam could take the teasing one day at a time, but he felt like a whole week’s worth of teasing would be too much for him to handle. So, he always opted to bring Danny. Plus, he wanted you all to himself, but no one had to know that.

“Hey, you know what I brought?” He grins a little too widely. “Check my backpack. The small pocket in the front.”  

You reach into the back, very obvious suspicion settling across your face. Pulling his beat up tie-dye bag into the front with care was not an easy feat. It was stuffed full and piled under a bunch of other luggage. With just a bit of grumbling, you dig into that small pocket and pull out a baggie filled with joints.

 “Sam!” you hiss. “Did you forget your parents are going to be with us?”

He reaches over and gives your arm a gentle shove. “See? This is what I was talking about earlier. You never have fun without worrying about everything.”

 “I’m sorry,” you sigh and put the baggie back. “You’re totally right. I don’t know why I got weird about it.”

Your face flushes and you feel embarrassed. He was right. Why couldn’t you let loose and just enjoy this time being close with Sam? Don’t ruin this for yourself. 

“Hey,” he says softly, that same frown from earlier returning.

“No, it’s okay. You are right. It’s not often I’ll admit that, so take it while you can,” you grin.

The few hour drive is peaceful, filled with laughter and good music. Sam never fails to keep you entertained. That was another checkmark on the long list of things you adore about him. You weren’t sure how Sam didn’t realize you were falling for him. You didn’t try to make it obvious, but you figured he would at least see the little things - the way you’d always make sure to have his favorite snacks around, wake up at absurd hours to make Walmart trips, how you’d do just about anything he asked. Honestly, you’d probably follow this man to the depths of hell if he asked you to.   

“Where are we?” you garble, not noticing that you drifted off at some point, finally waking when Sam turns onto a rather bumpy back road.

“About five minutes from the house. Our place is in a pretty secluded spot, not many neighbors.”

The road is covered with rocks and potholes, making it impossible for your bodies to stay still, rocking side to side with each bump and sway of the vehicle. Lush trees fill the spaces on either side of the road and overtake your senses. It’s hard to see through the thick greenness of the vegetation, but it’s beautiful and makes everything feel so serene. Like you weren’t still in your home state of Michigan. The trees began to thin the closer you got to the house, opening to a small clearing with a great view of the sparkling lake. You could see an expanse of sandy beaches spread out at the back of the property with a hole dug out near the house as a makeshift fire pit.  There’s a small dock a bit further down with an old rowboat attached to it, gently bobbing in the mild waves. 

Sam parks his Cherokee next to the family’s Suburban and shoots you an excited smile. “Ready for the chaos?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you scrunch your nose at him. 

The both of you pull yourselves from the car to collect your bags. The thick summer air soothes the goosebumps that formed from the air conditioning that Sam insisted on blasting. He claimed the AC barely worked at the lake house. 

“OI!” a voice rings from above you, disrupting the gentle call of some sparrows. Your eyes flick up to see the long haired twin  leaning dangerously over the railing of a balcony. 

“It’s about time you made it!” Jake spins around and heads back inside before either of you can answer. Your eyes trail from the balcony to take in the rest of the house. It’s a moderately sized cabin-esque looking building with sloping green roofs that match the color of the doors and window frames. The rustic vibe is a little cheesy and slightly outdated, but it’s welcoming. 

“Hi, Bug,” Jake grins when he emerges from the front door. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”

 You think you can hear Sam grumbling about how that’s his nickname for you, but you ignore it. 

“C’mon inside. We saved a room for you two.” Jake takes the bag off your arm and offers a side hug, giving you a gentle squeeze. 

You flush at the thought of sharing a room and possibly a bed with Sam - you hadn’t considered that when you agreed to come along. His parents were pretty lenient but you figured you’d be sleeping on one of the couches. 

The house offers reprieve from the unforgiving sun. Despite being quite cold only minutes ago, you can feel a bead of sweat trickle down the back of your neck. The inside isn’t as cheesy as you thought it would be. There were picture frames hung up along the walls, displaying memories from previous trips. One of young Sam catches your eye and brings a small smile to your face. He’s submerged in the lake with a bright orange life jacket on that looks like it could strangle him at any moment, smiling widely with little gaps in his teeth. 

“We’re here!” Sam calls out and ventures towards the bedrooms. 

Just like clockwork, the shorter twin pops his head into the hallway. “This one is your room.” 

The three of you meander to the room Josh was currently in, only half wondering why he was in your room anyways. 

“Shut up!” Sam gasps and almost drops his bag, trying to think of something else to say but his mouth just hangs open. Out of the corner of your eyes you could see the twins beaming - not wanting to be left out, you poke your head into the room and see a lanky, curly haired man lounging across the queen sized mattress. 

“Hey, guys,” Danny says with a shit eating grin. “Heard you might have extra room.”

Finally over the shock of seeing his best friend, Sam turns to his brothers with confusion written all over his face.

“Mom and Dad didn’t come this year. They figured since we’re ‘all grown up’ that we’d want a week here alone. We coordinated the Danny part just because it was fun,” Jake speaks nonchalantly. 

Sam simply can’t contain his excitement any longer and bounces on his best friend, rambling on about how much fun they’re going to have.

“That was sweet of you guys,” you murmur to Jake, watching as his face twinges pink. He simply shrugs and sets your bags near the dresser. Once the enthusiasm calms a bit, the other three clear out of the room to let you and Sam unpack. Your eyes travel over to the queen sized bed over and over, worry settling deep into your chest.

You clear your throat. “I can take the couch if you want. Or I could see if maybe Danny wanted to switch rooms.”

Sam doesn’t even look up from putting his shirts into a drawer as he chuckles a bit. “Why would you do that?”

Your face scrunches in embarrassment. You’re not sure why you’re embarrassed about this discussion. It’s just Sam. Just your best friend who you are hopelessly falling for and now have to share a bed with. Not a big deal at all.

“Just wanted to give you options, that’s all,” you say a little too defensively, praying that he couldn’t see the pink blush starting to cover your face. 

“I think you’re trying to get away from me. I can’t stop you from taking the couch, but I promise I really don’t mind if you sleep with me. In fact, I think I’d like it if you joined me.” Sam flashes you a smile as he finishes unpacking. With that he walks out of the room, leaving you to internally panic about what his words could possibly imply. Was he just flirting with you? Or perhaps it was just your feelings muddying his statement.

Fingers tug on the hem of your shirt, startling you out of your panicked daze. It’s Jake inquiring if you’ll come out to swim with everyone since it’s ‘hot as balls outside.’ Not giving you an option to say no - or to even give him an answer, he makes his way over to the door and slams it shut. Rolling your eyes at the loud noise, you head over to your bags, silently thankful you brought your good bikini.  Lifting up your shirt in hopes of changing into the swimwear sooner than later, you found yourself being interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Startled by the intruder, you whip around at a lightning speed to find Sam and Danny casually standing in the doorway. 

“Don’t you guys know how to knock?” you huff out at the boys. 

“Sorry, we didn’t expect you to be changing already. Sammy boy just needs to grab his trunks,” Danny speaks softly, shooting you an apologetic smile as he makes his way into the room sitting down on the bed. Sam, on the other hand, seemed to be frozen in his spot. Geez, what is up with him today. 

“You going to come in or are you going to keep standing there like a creep?” Danny chuckles out at Sam. It worked. You watch Sam as he keeps his eyes on the floor, heading over to the dresser, reaching in one of the drawers and pulling out his favorite pair of red bottoms. 

“I…Sorry. C’mon Danny. Let’s go downstairs.” Sam ignores your eye contact and walks over to the long haired curly man sitting on the bed, pulling him by his shirt sleeve over to the door and making sure to close it. 

Deciding not to think about the way Sam was acting, you quickly change into the baby blue and white floral print bikini. Standing in front of the mirror, you take a second to study your reflection. This swimsuit was new and if you were being honest with yourself, you were absolutely terrified to bring it at first. After all, this was supposed to be a ‘family trip’ and you didn’t want to have Sam’s parents look at you in an ill mannered light. Why would they? Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact your boobs were practically spilling out of the cups and the bottoms are leaving little to the imagination. 

You couldn’t help but to have some insecurities cross your mind when you thought about if Sam would like this specific suit on you. Sure, you’ve been around him countless times in the water, but you always wore a one piece. After graduating high school, you felt yourself trying to be a little more bold in your outfit choices. Not to mention that Sam always likes his girls to be on the skinnier side and you just so happened to be a little bit more curvy.  Fuck it, what do you have to lose. You trot down the stairs, slowly building up more and more courage to walk out to the lake where you could see the four boys splashing around through the window.  

“Ooh mama! Looking good!” Josh yells as you approach the lake, making the other  three boys turn around to take a glance at your form.  

Their watchful eyes make you feel bashful, especially after Sam’s weird reaction in the bedroom. You try to fight the urge to cover your body up but it’s slowly winning. Every dip, bump, and stretch mark suddenly feels like a neon sign that reads, ‘Look at me! I’m insecure!’. Feeling defeated, you grab your towel and begin to wrap it around your torso as walk slowly to the beach.

The sun’s rays are vicious. Sweat is already beading at your brow and the tops of your shoulders feel hot. A small breeze ripples through the trees and gently caresses over your heating skin, giving slight relief. 

“Put your towel down! Get in!” Danny calls out as he splashes water at an unsuspecting Jake. This earns him a punch to the shoulder and a small grumble.

You hesitate, insecurities still running wildly through your mind. What if they laughed at you? What if Sam was disgusted by your flaws? You knew you wouldn’t be able to handle that. 

“Hey, let me see you,” Josh encourages. “I’ve never seen that bathing suit on you before. Is it new? Do a little twirl for me!”

“It’s just a bathing suit,” Sam bites at his older brother. This makes you clutch your towel tighter to your body and cast your eyes to the sand. You knew it. Sam thinks you look hideous. 

Watching the boys in front of you - you couldn’t possibly think of actually going into the water and exposing yourself to them. You know that Sam takes after his older brothers when it comes to finding his type in women. 

Plopping down into the grass and giggling to yourself, you watch as Josh rolls his eyes and smacks the back of his younger brother’s head.

Trudging through the shallow water in your direction, he lifts his chin as a beckoning gesture. “C’mon, Bug. Get in the water.” Your knuckles were practically white from how hard you were gripping the towel now that Josh was stalking through the sand.

“Josh, I don’t feel like it.” 

“I will carry you in there if I have to.” 

“You and I both know that’s not a possibility,” you spit out at him, trying not to let your insecurities show. Instead of replying, Josh moves even closer to you and starts looking like he was trying to figure out where to place his hands to hoist you up. 

“No. No. No. Stop right there,” you protest. 

“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you. Just come into the water.” Josh looks to you with pleading eyes. Fuck those, baby cow eyes get you everytime. Reluctantly nodding your head, you get up - but not without making sure the only thing keeping your sanity was wrapped around you securely. 

“You won’t need that in the water,” Josh hums at you as he takes your hand in his, leading you over to the dock. 

“I know. I just want to leave it on the dock.” He looks like he doesn’t want to believe you at first, eyeing you suspiciously, but ultimately choosing to drop the issue at hand. 

While you’re distracted with Josh, Sam’s eyes are glued to the two of you. What the hell is he doing? Why are his hands on her like that? Sam didn’t care that you were friendly with his brothers. He actually loves that you get along with them, but his fear was steadily coming to fruition. You were his person and his brothers seemed to have no problem robbing you from him just as they did with Daniel. 

As he watches you sit on the edge of the dock he hopes and prays you’ll look at him, but only sees your eyes follow Josh’s form into the water. His chest tightens when Josh grabs your legs. “What are you doing?” you panic slightly. The older twin simply gives you his widest smile before pulling you into the depths. 

The lake is colder than you expect it to be and it shocks the air from your lungs. It’s a good few seconds before you can let out a screech at Josh. He clutches you tightly to him, not caring that you’re desperately grabbing at the sopping fabric of your security blanket as it drifts away with each of his movements. “See? Not that bad, huh?”

He was right. Being submerged covered you in a way and it felt nice to cool off. “Okay,” you break. “It’s not horrible, but you’re a real dick for pulling me in.”

Sam can’t stand seeing his older brother’s hands on you. They way they hold you so delicately. It feels far too intimate to Sam. There’s this horrible clawing in his stomach that pulls him to the shore and up to a grassy area, listening to your giggles as you splash around. Having fun without him.

Your eyes finally drift over to Sam when you notice him get out. Water droplets cascade over his tan skin like rivulets and his thin frame is stretched out to soak up the sun. He’s completely in his element. You think he looks most beautiful like this. Sam has always loved nature - he begs you to come on mini hikes that turn into impromptu picnics of trail mix and granola bars, long trips to the beach where you spend your day swimming and kayaking, hell, he even loves it if you just come lay in his hammock with him.

“Alright! Me and Danny will be partners, so that leaves you and Josh,” Jake declares. You tear your eyes from your best friend and look to his older brother - that honestly could be his twin - to give him a questioning look. Jake rolls his eyes. “I just said we’re playing chicken.” 

The insecurities begin to creep back into your mind and you quickly glance to the sunbather only feet away. 

“Stop that,” Josh murmurs. “Climb on my shoulders. I’ll swim under water.” You don’t know how he knows what you’re thinking, but you don’t have too much time to question it before he’s swimming between your legs and hoisting you into the air. The curly one lets out a warm chuckle as he hears the shriek leaving your lips. You think you see Sam start to sit up as he sees his older brother securing his hands around your thighs even more- claiming it had something to do with ‘safety’. 

“She’ll need all the safety she can get,” Danny teases. “Jake and I are gonna kick your asses!” “Are you sure about that? What if we have a plan?” You grip onto Josh’s hair, knowing you don’t have a plan. You just hope it’s something easy to go with. “Like a sneak attack! Get them!”

Josh lurches forward and your hands fly up to push at Jake’s taut shoulders. Surprisingly, his spontaneous plan does work and you manage to knock the opposing team over. Unsurprisingly, this lights a fire inside of Jake. The next half hour is constant games of chicken, switching teams, hitting the water a little too hard, but still no Sam. One final stinging slap against the small waves does you in. You put up your white flag and head to the beach, fingers and toes beyond pruny anyways.

“Decided to come join me?” The brunet sunbather mumbles as he senses your presence - eyes still closed.  

“How’d you know it was me?” 

“I always know when you're around.” 

“Uh-huh. Sure,” you mock him. 

“Peter Parker has spidey senses and me? I have y/n senses.” Your best friend sits up, grabbing your hand and giving you a little tug. It seems like he was trying to get you to lay down with him, but you weren’t budging, the insecurities creeping back in. Sure, you’ve laid down next to Sam before, but that was then and this is now. Something about the air in between you two feels different. The only problem was that you weren’t sure if it was good or bad. 

You try to pull your hand from his soft grip. “I’m gonna go grab another towel.” 

“There’s room on mine,” he replies, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“No there’s not.”

Sam wasn’t going to waste another moment. He needed to stake his claim in front of his older brothers, you’re his. Suddenly you feel the air leaving your lungs as you’re pulled downwards. Expecting to hit the ground, instead you are met with a soft groan and the feeling of hot skin. 

“See? There’s room.” Opening your eyes from the sudden impact, you’re face to face with a tan chest. Slowly lifting your gaze, you see Sam with his eyes shut, smiling sheepishly at you. 

“Sam, I’m on top of you.” 

“I know, I like you like this.” Peeking an eye open, Sam was met with the visual of your mouth parted in shock, trying to find the right words to say. He could see the gears turning in your head. You felt the boy beneath you taking a deep sigh before parting his lips. 

“Bug…don’t act so shocked.”

“Sam, just let me go please,” you try pleading with the man.

“No, I’ve been wanting to talk to you about this….and now seems like the perfect moment.” 

Trying to move yourself into a sitting position, you’re met with failure as sunkissed arms wrap around your back tighter, holding your body close to his. You could feel your chest getting tighter as the nerves course through you. He has no idea what kind of effect this is having on you and you really don’t want him to find out.

“Awww look at the love birds.” Of course Jake would have to ruin a moment like this.

“Yeah right,” Danny snorts. You hated to admit it, but that single laugh alone had you ready to cry. 

“Shut up guys. You know it’s not like that,” you mumble, pulling yourself out of Sam's embrace. You swear that you see Sam’s eyes glaze over with hurt, but that quickly disappears with him chuckling and smiling. 

“I’m hungry,” Jake whines, rubbing his stomach - looking over at his twin slowly making his way over to the group.  

“That sounds like a you problem,” Sam grumbles as he sits up. What is up with his attitude today? 

“No, it's Bug’s problem.” Jake makes a move towards you to grab your hand and hoist you up, but is stopped by his younger brother swatting his hands away. Josh and Danny let out eerie chuckles trying to ease the awkward tension that was forming. 

“How is it my problem?” 

“Cause I want one of your grilled cheeses.” 

“I told you the re-“

“Zip it.” Jake grabs your arm, pulling you to your feet. “We can’t have Sammy knowing that I’m the only person you trust with the recipe. Think about how jealous he’ll get.” 

The two of you start towards the house. “You know he heard that right?” You whisper to Jake as he loops his arm into yours.

“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing, Bug. Trust me,” Jake winks at you. 

You grip his arm tighter and don’t speak until you’re in the safety of the kitchen. You find that Sam was right, the AC doesn’t work very well in this cabin. 

“Alright, spit it out,” Jake says, not bothering to look at you while he grabs the ingredients. “I can see it all over your face.”

Other than Sam, you were the closest with Jake. When he was younger he was very quiet and wasn’t in your face like Josh was and you found comfort in that. He made you feel comfortable. That meant you could tell him the things you couldn’t tell Sam. As your feelings for Sam grew, Jake could see past your little unbothered facade. He’s been there through every up and down.

“I don’t know,” you groan and plop into a chair. “He’s just being so weird. One minute he’s normal and happy, then the next he’s moody and avoiding everyone. And don’t think I didn’t notice that you purposefully put Sam and I in the room with one bed. You’re setting me up.”

He laughs and flits about the kitchen preparing the meal for everyone. “I thought you’d appreciate that. You could always share with me.”

Flipping him the bird didn’t feel like it would be enough, so you throw a random pair of socks that you see balled up on the floor at his head. He ducks and lets a belly laugh fill the room. “Come on, y/n. It won’t be that bad. I really was just trying to help you out. How about this,” he sets an old, worn spatula on the counter and approaches you. “I’ll help you this week. We’ll get Sam to notice you the way you want him to.”

You eye his outstretched hand. This could potentially end your friendship with Sam if it goes badly, but you decide you couldn’t pretend much longer. So you grasp Jake’s calloused hand, putting all of your trust into this shake. “Deal.”

———————-

After some much needed food and a couple of beers, the boys decide that it would be a good time for them to go down to the pier and do some fishing. You opt to read the book that’s been sitting in your bag forever, figuring you could sit on the front porch so you have a perfect view of the boys on the dock. ‘Life can’t get better than this,’ you think and let out a big sigh. The buttery beams of the sun wash over you, bringing the feeling of sleepiness that you knew oh so well. Hours must’ve passed, you found yourself waking up to the feeling of someone trying to pry the book out of your hands. 

“A Court of Roses and Thorns? I didn’t know you read fantasy,” Sam smiles in small victory when he peels the book away from you, closing it and moving it to the table beside the chair. 

“I know, I usually read nonfiction but I’m trying something new. Don’t hate,” you mumble to him as you slowly stand up from the chair, stretching out your back in the process. 

“Hate on you? I could never,” Sam whispers. It was almost as if he was terrified of you hearing the little confession that left his parted lips. 

“How long have I been out?” 

“Well, considering it’s dark now, I’m gonna say about a few hours.” You look the boy over and see that he put his hair back into a low bun. You were always a sucker for that hairstyle. You take advantage of Sam being quiet and study his face some more. He looks good. It was only day one of this vacation and the sun gave him a kissable tan. You weren’t sure how you’d be able to survive the rest of the six. 

“So...what do you think about a movie night?” Sam suggests, throwing you a side smirk when he notices that you were checking him out. You silently thank god that it’s dark out, you didn’t want Sam to see how flushed your cheeks are. 

“With your brothers?” 

“No. Just you and me. Jake said he wants to have a bonfire,” he points towards the direction of the small pit that sits in the middle of some thoughtfully placed chairs. 

“I mean, sure. Yeah, we can do that.” 

A loud voice nearly has you jumping out of your skin. “Nope. Nada. Not happening. You have to be joking with us. I don’t want to be an uncle yet,” Jake bursts through the door of the cabin, protesting the movie night idea. Casting a glance over to Sam you see him rolling his eyes. You could tell he was starting to get fed up with his brothers interrupting everything. 

“Jake, c’mon. It’s gonna be so comfy inside. Can’t I join you guys tomorrow?” You ask the man, with a little bit of confusion lacing your voice. He was supposed to be helping push you and Sam together, not keep you two separated.  He gives you a look that lets you know you won’t be winning that battle, so you let the older man drag you over to the pit where the other two boys were standing. Looking over your shoulder, you could see Sam trudging behind you, obviously not wanting to participate tonight. Maybe he was hoping just to have alone time with you. 

“Bug, we’ll make you a weiner!” 

“Josh, I don’t want a hot dog right now.” Your body betrays you by letting out possibly the loudest stomach growl the group had ever heard. 

“Clearly that’s a lie. Plus, we know how much you love sticking them in your mouth,” Danny tries to speak in between laughs. You could tell that he’s proud of himself for that joke. 

“Relax, Sammy boy, no one’s gonna try to steal your girlfriend,” Jake teases as he slaps his back, trying to change his little brother’s mood. Based on what you could see through the flames of the fire, Sam’s face was red - beaming with frustration. 

Sam seems to ignore his brother’s ‘girlfriend’ comment as he sits down in the seat directly across from yours, separated by the fire. Jake plops himself into the chair next to you, mysteriously pulling out an acoustic guitar. 

“Where’d you get that?” you nod towards the guitar.

“Darling, I’m full of tricks,” Jake shoots you a wink, absentmindedly strumming the guitar. Looking around, you notice there was a black guitar case lined with a maroon velvet laying on the ground - instantly feeling dumb for asking him where got the acoustic from. If anyone knows Jake, then they always know there’s bound to be a guitar somewhere around him. Sure he was in college for business, but everyone knows being in a band was his true dream. 

“Jake you gonna play us Wonderwall? Or tell us all about how you’re meant to be a rockstar?” Sam snickers at his brother. What has gotten into him today. 

Sam was truly fed up with his brothers. Especially Jake. Every fear he ever had about bringing you to the lake had happened. Why couldn’t they just let him have something good for once? Sam had fully been planning on telling you about his feelings at multiple points in the day. He even made it obvious that he was being serious, but no one cared. 

Looking across the flames, you sat in awe of your best friend. A pain forms in your chest as you think back to a certain night sophomore year where you were sat in the same position. 

“Wooooo!” 

“Sam, stop yelling! You’re gonna get us in trouble.” 

“C’mon, Bug! Live a little,” Sam slurred at you, slinging his arm around your shoulder. He was drunk off the bourbon that his older brother just had to provide him with because it was ‘homecoming’. You rolled your eyes every time Jake said that. Maybe it was something that your parents engraved into your brain. God, you could hear the lecture from them already. Bitching at you for letting yourself be surrounded by ‘drunken idiots’.

You weren’t positive about the exact moment you started to like Sam, but one thing was for certain. This year you realized you were in love with him. It happened in between all the study dates, the late night texts and the random phone calls to see what you were up to.  

But tonight? Tonight felt different. Granted, you guys were each other's dates to homecoming, but something just felt different. You couldn’t quite place what the emotion was. Maybe it had to do with the way you two slow danced tonight - your arms placed delicately around his neck, while his hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you close. His toffee colored eyes staring into yours-giving you soft smiles all night, not to mention all the little touches and forehead kisses. 

Your mind kept wandering back to those moments as you looked up at the man, watching the soft orange glow flicker across his face. His eyes were closed and he was starting to sway, you knew what this meant - you had approximately five minutes to get him up to bed or someone would have to carry him up there. You look around to see if there was anybody sober enough to help you get the lanky boy up the steps with no avail. 

“C’mon, Sammy. Let’s get you to bed.”

“Bug, are you trying to seduce me right now?” Rolling your eyes, you let out a huff as the tall boy leaned more of his weight onto you, trusting that you would be able to get him upside and to bed safely. 

“Sam, I know you're plastered, but you’ve gotta help me out here.” 

“I always help you out. You’re my girl.” 

You knew better than to believe his words, after all he was drunk and just rambling. Hearing the words ‘my girl’  was your downfall. You hated the way it made you blush. You silently thank god that you were able to make it into his room in one piece. After plopping the boy down onto the twin mattress, you were wondering how on earth you were going to get this boy changed. Finding a pair of sweats and grabbing a loose shirt, you turned around to find Sam standing in front of the bed. 

“I thought I told you to stay on the bed.” 

“Ooo. Bossy. I like it.” You knew he was a lot to deal with when he was drunk, but this was new. 

“I’m not being bossy. I just want you to go to bed. I’m tired.” 

“I don’t want to go to bed.”

“And why’s that?” You replied back, mocking the way he was whining. 

“Cause you’re not gonna be here for me to cuddle.” 

“Sam. Stop. You don’t mean that.” 

“I do mean it,” Sam responded, stomping his foot like a two year old having a tantrum in the middle of a grocery store. 

“No you don’t.”

“Stop telling me what I think,” he demands.

“Sammy, I know you. You don’t mean it. I’m not the girl you go for. Just please go to bed.” Your heart is aching with every word you speak.

“You can’t see it?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ve had a thing for you for the past two years.”

“No you haven’t,” you scoff. As much as you wanted to believe him, you just couldn’t. 

“Yes I have,” he insists. “Why don’t you believe me?”

“Sam, look at you and then look at me. We don’t go together.” Your arms were crossed and your eyes found purchase on anything but him. His gaze never let up.

“Bug, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” 

“Please stop.” You could feel your breath slowly leaving your body as the young boy made his way to stand in front of you, placing a finger under your chin tilting your head up - silently begging for you to make eye contact with him. 

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you,” Sam whispered as he licked his lips. He leaves your eye contact briefly to look at your lips and then looks back into your eyes. Closing your eyes trying to find the right words to say - you were interrupted when you felt a pair of chapped lips meeting your soft ones. 

Not believing what was happening,  you opened up your eyes, only to be met with the sight of Sam’s eyes still closed focused on the task at hand. Closing your eyes, you could feel yourself melting into the kiss and slowly kissing the boy back. Sam could finally feel you relaxing into him - taking it as a sign to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer, running his hands through your hair. Not pulling or tugging, he was just holding you there. 

Sam shoved you away when he heard the wooden bedroom door being opened and slammed against the beige wall. Looking over at the intruder, you could feel your chest tighten up again when you saw that it was Sam’s other best friend. 

“Did I interrupt something?” Danny quizzed the couple in front of him, noticing the swollen lips and rustled dress shirt. 

“Nope,” Sam replied nonchalantly.

 After going to the bathroom that night, you decided to crash out in the boys basement, not being able to find it in yourself to face Danny after he walked in on the tender moment in between best friends. Waking up the morning afterwards, it took a couple of minutes for the realization of what happened- Sammy kissed you. Not only that, but he told you that you were the most beautiful person he ever saw. How were you supposed to address this situation with him?

Part of you wanted to run for the mountains and never face him again. Realistically you probably could live off the grid - but that would never happen, your parents would forbid it. Deciding that you needed to just talk to him, to figure out where you guys stood, you found yourself climbing up the steps of the quiet house. Placing your hand on the doorknob to turn it, you stopped yourself upon hearing muffled voices on the other side of the door. 

“So you kissed y/n last night?”

“Dude. I fucked up.” 

“But I thought you liked her?”

“Y/n? No, I think it was just the alcohol talking.” You could feel your heart breaking in two as you registered the words being spoken. 

“How are you gonna fix this?” 

“I just gotta tell her that it was a mistake. It meant nothing. I regret it.” 

If only you could be in the room and see the raven haired boy shaking his head at the lanky haired man laying on his bed hungover. 

The sudden feeling of a warm hand squeezing your knee brought you back to reality. Following up the arm of the man touching you - you were met with Jake’s coffee irises giving you the same sad sympathy look  he had given you the morning after the kiss.  You didn’t mean for any of Sam’s brothers to get involved with your relationship with him, but it just happened. After hearing Sam say the word ‘regret’, you ran outside onto the back porch in hopes of calming yourself down. 

Instead you were met with Jake smoking a cigarette and asking if you wanted to talk about it. Did you want to talk about it? It just so happens that your brain was telling you not to, while your heart had the opposite. You needed someone just to listen to you and the mysterious twin just happened to be there. That was the moment you and Jake became close. He held you as you cried - repeatedly telling you that his brother was a ‘fucking idiot’ and ‘if he doesn’t see how amazing you are, fuck him’. 

After that much needed pep talk from Jake, you pushed your feelings deep down inside and kept things as normal as you could with Sam. Meanwhile you and Jake were growing closer, but it was nothing in comparison with his little brother - the only issue is, Sam doesn’t know that. You were unaware of the fact that there were countless times the boys had been fighting over you. Well, more like it was Sam screaming at his  brother to leave you alone and to stop trying to ‘fuck you’. Jake would just look at him and give him a little smirk that would just push Sam over the edge. 

Jake moved his hand from your knee as a twig snaps in the dense woods just feet away from the group. Everyone’s attention is focused on the sound and you could feel your heart rate pick up. “What was that?”

“Probably just a deer,” Sam mutters as he peers into the darkness of the foliage. 

“What if it’s that killer?” Danny says all too casually. Your palms begin to sweat and you shoot him a death glare, challenging him to tell a cruel joke again. 

“What, you didn’t hear about it? It was on every local radio station around here.”

Sam meets your eyes then looks back to Danny. “No, we didn’t listen to the radio on the way here. I had my road trip playlist going.”

“You know how he is. ‘The radio is too mainstream,’” you roll your eyes, quoting Sam perfectly. 

Josh’s grin almost makes it seem like he could be the killer. “Oh, so you really don’t know then, huh? Well, when we got here we heard that there were several dead bodies found in the woods and the lake. They’d all been murdered.”

Your skin begins to crawl. You had just swam in that lake. The woods that once felt so serene now seem dark and foreboding. Like something was lurking, waiting for the right time to slip through the darkness and into the house of some poor, unsuspecting vacationers. 

“That’s not funny,” you mumble. 

Josh’s head snaps to you, looking near evil. “No, it isn’t. Not funny at all.”

“Cut the shit, Josh,” Jake scoffs. “Josh is just being a dickhead, but they are telling the truth. There were bodies found around here and they never found the killer.”

“What do you mean they never found the killer?” The hairs on the back of your neck standing up as you felt like something or someone was watching you through the trees. 

“Guys, knock it off. You’re scaring her,” Sam orders and moves his chair to sit next to you. “Hey, they’re just being douchebags. There’s nothing to worry about.” 

“All jokes aside, the story itself is true.  They never found the killer.. Rumor has it, one lady was slaughtered. Completely butchered. I guess the killer left a blood trail, the cops followed it into the woods. It stopped after twenty feet….whoever it is….they know how to hide. There really were bodies found around here, about three miles north.  But, I doubt anything will happen to us. He probably left town. Well, I’m hoping he did,” Danny attempts to comfort. 

“Danny,” Sam reprimands.

While you’re appreciative of Danny’s efforts, your stomach is queasy with fear. You don’t feel happy and carefree anymore. The moon shining down on the lake isn’t comforting like it once was, it’s ominous and holds secrets. The blowing wind seems like small whispers filled with said secrets.

“Can we go inside?” you ask quietly, eyes frantically scanning your surroundings. Feeling a hand cover your own, you recognize it immediately as Sam’s based on the way a crooked pinky finger is grazing against your own. 

“Hey, it’s okay. We can go in,” Sam murmurs as he laces your fingers together. It doesn’t take more than a small tug to get you out of your seat and heading towards the house. The rest of the guys decide to join you, hastily cleaning up their mess.

“Now you two can have that movie night,” Jake ribs. “We’ll be joining you, though.”

Josh immediately launches into a list of movie suggestions, but you can’t find it in you to care. Between the scare of the murders and the jumble of feelings for Sammy, you just needed to stare mindlessly at a screen for a while. 

The boys settle on the movie Psycho. You’re not sure if they’re intentionally trying to be dicks or not, but your mind is too busy to scold them. After gnawing on the skin of your thumb for a solid fifteen minutes, Sam slings his arm around your tense shoulders. The room is dark save for the glow of the tv screen and lamp that was hardly ever turned off, everyone is quiet. It could’ve been one of those world stopping moments you had with Sam whenever he danced along the boundary of friendship and maybe something more. The atmosphere was all wrong though. With the tension in the air and Jake’s worried eyes glancing at you periodically, there was no way you could indulge in this sweet moment.

Halfway through the movie, Jake stands abruptly. “I don’t remember if I put the fire out.”

“It’s been long enough. It probably went out by itself,” Josh mumbles, almost entirely distracted by the movie. 

“Do you really want to be responsible for a forest fire that could kill all of us? I’m going to check.” 

He moves through the living room and grabs his pack of cigarettes before breezing through the door. Your gut twists at the thought of Jake going out there alone. What if that killer was still around? 

You know you’re probably overreacting, but the sinking feeling in your chest wouldn’t let up, so you start to pull from Sam’s grasp. He only wraps around you tighter, shooting you a half smile.

“I wanna go with Jake,” you whisper, trying not to disturb the other two boys.

Sam’s full brows furrow, grasp still not letting up. “Why? He’s fine out there. We can see him through the window so we’ll know if something happens.” Standing your ground with a pointed look, the boy sighs and rubs your arm. “I would really like it if you would stay with me. I’ve missed you today.”

Oh. Your resolve melts a bit at his statement, some warmth returning to your heart. The puppy dog eyes he’s giving you are absolutely killer. How could you deny him? You sink back into your spot, safely tucked into his side and decide that Jake could wait until the movie was over. After all, you were being a little ridiculous about all of this. 

But when the movie is over, Jake is no longer in sight. Anxiety nearly consumes you as you lift from the creaky old couch and press your nose against the dusty pane of the window closest to you. “Guys? Why isn’t Jake back? Why can’t I see him?” 

Josh groans as he stretches out, foolishly opting to take a seat on the hardwood floor for the entire length of the film. “You know Jake. He’s probably off on one of his late night excursions.” The eldest joins your side after a moment, brown eyes scanning the darkness. “Look, he’s right there at the dock.”

There is a silhouette standing along the edge of the water at the beginning of the dock. It was far enough away that you couldn’t see any features, but the outline was there. You strain your eyes looking at the form. Was that Jake? You couldn’t tell.

“Are you sure?” you worry. “How do you know?” 

Josh claps you on the back, an amused smile gracing his youthful face. “I’m his twin. I think I could pick him out of a crowd of probably like, a thousand.”

“Let’s go to bed, okay? You’ll see Jake in the morning.” Sammy comes up behind you wrapping his arms around your midsection pulling you away from the window and towards the stairs. 

“None of you guys are going to check on him?” You ask them, trying not to be annoying but you just can’t shake this unsettling feeling in your gut. 

“Bug, he’ll be okay. Besides, we have this cool thing called twin telepathy. I know when something is wrong,” Josh tries to reassure you. 

“Y/n. He’ll be coming in at any minute. He’s gotta help me with the kayak’s tomorrow and you know he hates getting up early.” You took a deep breath continuing your journey up the stairs, trying to have faith in Danny’s sentence. Maybe I’m overthinking this. Deep Breaths y/n. 

Sam left you in the bedroom alone for a total of five minutes to change before you found yourself calling out for him frantically - you’ve never heard the man move faster. At lightning speed Sam came crashing through the door searching for your figure. Nestled into the wall closest to the window, the boy could see your hands shaking uncontrollably. Stalking his way over to you, wrapping you up in his arms, whispering ‘you’re okay’ into your hair. 

“S…Sam. There’s something in the woods over there,” you tremble into his chest, shifting all your body weight onto him, seeking as much comfort as you possibly could. 

“Bug, there’s nothing out there.” 

“Yes there is! I just saw the bushes move. There’s something out there watching us.”  

“Y/n it’s pro-”

“Don’t tell me that it’s just a deer. It’s the killer Sam. I know it is,”  you cut Sam off desperately. To be fair, your intuition never lied to you when it came to things like this.  “We need to leave now.”

“Look at me.” He didn’t give you a chance to object as he put his fingers under your chin, firmly tilting your head up. “I will not let anything happen to you. Okay? I’m gonna kill the guys. They shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Well, I’m glad they did. Sam I'm not crazy, there’s someone watching us.” Your gaze returns to the forest. You know you saw something. You hadn’t imagined things like this before after hearing your fair share of campfire ghost stories. There was something different about this time. Something sinister. “Let’s go to bed okay? I think today’s just been long and we just need to sleep it off.” 

“Okay,” you sigh and feel his hands tugging you towards the bed as you keep looking out the window. Your intuition was screaming at you to get out of there as fast as you could. Crawling into bed, you opted for the spot closest to the door incase you needed a fast escape tonight. 

“Nuh-uh. Move over,” Sam grins, towering over your figure that’s already nestled into the sheets and slowly dozing off. 

“I’m comf-”

“Don’t even finish that sentence. Move it missy. I need to be by the door.” Sam starts pulling the comforter away from you, acting like he was about to sit on top of you in hopes that he would make you giggle. He knew your mind was racing about the possibility of the killer breaking into the lake house - he needed to try to take your mind off of it, even just a little bit. 

“Okay, okay. Bossy.” You find yourself starting to get nervous as the reality kicks in that Sam is laying next to you. Flinching as you feel his forearm rest against yours, you take it upon yourself to roll over onto your side, facing the wall. You couldn’t possibly bear to face him in such a moment that seemed as intimate as this. 

If you were facing him, you would’ve seen the way that he was staring at you, having a fight with his inner monologue that told him to roll over and pull you into him, but he was scared - scared that it would ruin the friendship although Sam knew that this was his moment. Now or never. Everytime that he tried to tell you how he felt, one of his brothers had to interrupt the moment.  Following his heart this time instead of his head, he pushes himself up against your back, throwing his arm over your midsection. Your eyes fly open at the action, you knew that you were going to be in close proximity - you just never expected this. 

“Relax,” Sam murmurs into your ear. Fuck maybe he felt me tensing. 

“I am.” 

“No you’re not. Just let me hold you for a minute.” 

“I’m going to go look for Jake,” you mumble, moving his arm off of you. Trying to find an excuse to get away from him. Thinking about how he must’ve drank in those five minutes you were parted, there was no way Sam was sober and speaking to you like this. Finally succeeding and moving his arm, you sit up, getting ready to crawl out of bed when you hear Sam letting out a groan behind you.

“Why are you so worried about Jake?” The boy explodes. Shocked by the sudden outburst, you turn around to find him sitting up, red in the face. He was pissed.

“Sam, he’s outside by himself.” 

“Bullshit.”

“Excuse me?” At this point you were out of the bed making your way over to the dresser, looking for a sweatshirt to throw on before you went outside. 

“I said bullshit, y/n. Just tell me that you’re into my brother instead of leading me on.” 

“Instead of leading you on?” You whip around to face him, hands trembling from the confrontation.

“Wow. Do you need a hearing aid or something? Do you know how obvious it is that you like Jake? The way you’ve been hanging all over him since sophomore year? You’re supposed to be the person that’s closest to me, yet you still decide to go after my big brother. Newsflash, y/n, he’ll fuck you and leave!”

Sam’s posture is rigid, face and bare chest flushed with passion of the moment. You hate yourself for thinking he looks pretty.

“Sam, what are you talking about?” 

“You’re fucking unbelievable,” Sam spits out at you in a venom laced tone. 

“Me? Me? I’m the unbelievable one?”

“That’s what I just fucking said.” 

You scoff and tug your sweatshirt over your head. You can’t believe what he’s saying to you. He had the audacity to call you deaf, yet didn’t realize just how blind he truly is. 

“Tell me,” you seethe. “Tell me when I’ve been all over your brother, Samuel.”

He rattles off different instances, starting with sophomore year and how you suddenly grew close with Jake. He told you his perspective of those secret moments with the older Kiszka, not knowing you were actually lamenting over your own best friend. Sam suddenly grows quiet and his chest heaves. “I just wish I could be that person for you. I want that to be me. I have looked up to Jakey for so long - my entire life - and somehow I keep falling short. Even with you. I just want you to feel the same feelings I feel for you.”

Your lower lip trembles and your nails dig into the flesh of your palm. “Don’t,” you say through grit teeth. “Don’t say that to me. Especially when you regretted it so much last time.” 

His honey eyes that are darkened with distress flick from the comforter to look into yours, pink lips shaping into a small ‘o’. He stares at you for a moment before whispering, “You heard that?”  

“I had my hearing aids on that night.” 

“Y/n…I didn’t mean it.” 

“Please stay over there. Don’t come closer to me,” you plead with Sam as he gets out of bed and starts moving towards you. As much as you want the comfort of him holding you - you have to stand your ground and admit to him how much he destroyed you at that moment. 

“Please...just listen to me.”

“You’ve got two minutes,”  you bite, leaning back against the dresser and crossing your arms. 

“I was fifteen. I was scared, y/n. My brothers would tease me about you being my secret girlfriend all the time and I just- I don’t know, Bug. There’s no excuse for it. I don’t regret our kiss at all. If anything, I regret not coming to you the next day and kissing you again…this time sober.” 

You hate to admit it - your heart is aching as Sam expresses his feelings. Maybe this is the universe finally bringing us together. 

   “I came downstairs that morning looking for you. You know where I found you?” You shake your head at the man in front of you, trying to hold back tears as he makes his way slowly over. His large hands cup your face, gently rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks. 

“I saw you outside with Jake. He was holding you…something I should’ve been doing, not him. I got closer to the screen door and I realized you were sobbing into his chest. I thought you regretted the kiss. I figured the tears were because you didn’t want me the way I want you, so I just pretended that it never happened. I stood by on the sidelines, hiding how bad I wanted you, y/n.” 

“You want me?” You try blinking away the tears and Sam catches the single drop that rolls down your right cheek, gently wiping it away.

“Why wouldn’t I? I’ve been in love with you for the past two years. Thanks for noticing by the way.” Sam presses his forehead against yours, letting out a soft chuckle. 

“I’ve been in love with you too,” you whisper, looking into his honey irises. 

“God, we’re idiots.” 

Both of you softly laugh whilst staring at each other, trying to press this memory into your mind. You silently wish that you could see this look of love on his face everytime you close your eyelids. 

“Hey, Sam?” 

“Yes, bug?” 

“Kiss me.” Your heart is pounding, but not in the uncomfortable way it had been for the last hour. Any worries you had are thrown out the window. Your mind is enveloped with Sam’s presence, his scent. He consumes you.

“Well, if you insist.” You find yourself closing your eyes as Sam leans forward, finally capturing your lips in his. It was short and sweet - nothing less than electric.

Pulling away, you two start giggling uncontrollably. 

“Can’t believe we haven’t done that since we were fifteen,” he chortles and pulls you flush to his chest. His visage grows serious as he gazes down at you, strands of hair falling and framing his face. “I’m not gonna run away this time, I promise. This time I’ll show all of them that I love you and that you are mine.”

The electric feeling flows from your lips down to your toes at his confession. This situation didn’t feel real. “I believe you,” you whisper. “Now let’s go to bed.”

The two of you lay side by side, but quickly end up being wrapped in each other. You’re almost certain that you’re flying, floating through some dreamland that only your brain would cruelly make up. You’re terrified that you’ll come crashing to the ground and none of this will be real. But in the morning, he’s still there. His soft locks are splayed around him after having fallen out of his bun in the night. Supple lips are parted as gentle breaths escape him. He’s an angel. You decide you wouldn’t leave his side until he woke. This is the perfect time to admire him uninterrupted. 

“You know it’s rude to stare right?” You flush with embarrassment knowing that you just got caught in the act. 

“Sorry.” 

Sam grins, looking down at you laying on top of him with your face as red as a tomato. He loves watching you get flustered.“Why are you apologizing? I didn’t say I hate it.”  

“How’d you sleep?” you mumble as you tuck your head back into his chest, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing tight. You couldn’t believe that this is real. Sam is yours. 

“Really?”

“What?” 

“We’re doing small talk now?” Sam giggles. 

“I’m nervous. I don’t know what to say.” 

“Stop. It’s just me, Bug. I told you last night I'm not going anywhere.” 

You open your mouth to reply, but you’re cut off by the sound of pans hitting the floor and a loud ‘fuck!’ from the kitchen. Both of you laugh out loud at Josh’s exclamation.

“We should probably go down there.” You pull yourself from his arms and slowly make your way over to the door, pausing to look back at the god-like man in bed. “You coming?”

Sam moans out a small protest. “Why? We can stay here. We don’t need to interact with them.” 

“He’s gonna burn the house down without supervision. You can stay here, but I’ll be damned if we all die in a house fire,” you joke and head out of the bedroom. It’s only a few seconds before you hear the padding of feet behind you and a set of bony fingers rest on your hips. He presses a kiss to your hair and descends the creaky stairs.

“Morning,” Josh grins as he spreads out ingredients for a large breakfast. “Day two at Camp Kiszka! How are you feeling?”

You steal a glance at Sam, forcing back a secretive smile. “I’d say we’re feeling pretty good.”

Before Josh can even ask why, the screen door is slamming open. Danny rushes in, looking pale and frantic. That same dreadful feeling from last night returns and his expression sends shivers down your spine.

Sam steps forward. “Dan, what’s wrong?”

Danny stands there shaking and wide eyed then nearly chokes over his words. “J…Ja..”

“C’mon, Danny, spit it out!” Josh moves beside the six foot man, slapping him on the back.

“Jake’s dead.”

[cjsarchive]

Can you write Mika and Sam confessing their feelings for each other They've both assumed that the other didn't feel the same way.

So, so sorry this took so long, Anon! Writer’s block has been kicking my ass😭 Hope you enjoy!

Summer Confessions-Sam x Mika

Mika and the incubi arrived on the sandy beach in Honolulu, Hawaii. It was their first real vacation together. Since the incubi ended up in her house about a year ago, Mila decided to let them stay with her at the mansion. Since then, they’ve all lived together in peace.

“Woah! Look at the view!” Matthew exclaimed as he looked out in the distance at the horizon and the waves splashing on the shore. James set down a beach towel on the sand and they all set up camp there.

“Alright, we’re free to do whatever we’d like for the day.” James sighed and he sat down on the beach towel, pulling out a book.

“Seriously? You came all the way to Hawaii just to fucking read?” Sam said in disbelief at his older brother.

James sighed, “I plan on having fun eventually, Sam.”

“I’ll sit with you, James,” Erik said as he laid down on his back on the towel, “I want to warm up first before I get in the water.”

Mika couldn’t help but sneak a couple glances at Sam. She’d seen him without his shirt on before, but this time was different. They were on vacation in Hawaii, he was practically glowing in the sunlight, and Mika definitely noticed the drip of sweat falling from his forehead onto his toned chest. She felt her face heat up at the sight.

Mika had liked Sam for a while, pretty much since they moved in permanently. Not only was he hot, he was protective, strong, funny, and even if he didn’t always like showing it, he was a softy. The way he always offered to help Mika whether it was lifting a heavy box, helping with chores even if he complained, or even when they played video games together and he would tease her to no end, but would always give her tips to get better. Plus, he has the cutest fucking smile. Mika never confessed these feelings however. She had learned from a conversation with James that demons don’t understand love, so she pretty much gave up on any chance he’d like her back, but she was fine with being able to maintain a close friendship with him either way.

Mika looked away from Sam and tried to hide the blush on her face as Sam stretched his arms behind his head, flexing his muscles. Damien and Matthew went off to go get ice cream, leaving just Sam and Mika to hang out. She looked back to him and smiled, “Come on! Let’s get in the water!” She said as she already took off running.

“Woah, wait up!” Sam smirked, quickly catching up with her and they both rushed in the water together. The two of them roughhoused, trying to tackle each other in the water. They both ran and dodged each other’s water attacks, laughing wildly as they messed around together. Suddenly, Sam paused and looked at something over Mika’s shoulder farther in the water. “Hey, are those dolphins?!” He pointed. Mika instantly whipped her head around as Sam managed to catch her off guard and tackle her into the water.

“Sam!” Mika called out in shock.

Sam let out a bark of a laugh. “Not my fault you’re off your game, doofus!”

Seeing Sam’s smile, Mika couldn’t be pouty for long, she began to laugh as well. “Ugh, you’re lucky I like you.” At this moment, she meant it in a playful way, but Sam did a double take at her words. Before he could question it however, he froze at the sight of Mika as she stood back up in the water and flipped her hair out of her face. He gazed at her as her body glistened from drops of water falling down her body. His breath got caught in his throat at the sight of her. He was trying not to stare earlier, but it was hard now seeing Mika glistening in her swimsuit. She was so pretty.

“Woah,” Sam whispered, so quietly Mika didn’t hear it.

She looked out at the shore to see Matthew and Damien on their way over. “Oh! Here comes Matthew and Damien,” Mika smiled. As Mika turned to greet them, Sam shook his head and tried to snap out of his feelings.

He still struggled to understand the feelings he felt when he was around Mika. He was aware that what he felt towards her was more extreme than how he felt towards the average person, but he couldn’t put an exact word on what the feeling was.

After a fun day out on the beach, the six of them went back to their airbnb to settle down for the night and rest for another day of fun the next day as they were staying for two days. It was quite late when they all went back, but everyone got settled and went to bed pretty quickly. After Mika washed up, she went to the kitchen to get some tea and was surprised to find Sam still up, sitting at the kitchen island snacking on some chips. “Sam?” She asked as he turned to look at her, “What are you still doing up?” She checked the time, it was almost midnight.

“I should be asking you that, doofus,” He let out a soft chuckle, “I’m not tired yet.”

“Same here, that’s why I came down to get some tea.” They fell into a comfortable silence as Mika prepared some tea for herself. As the tea was cooling down, she looked out the window at the view. Their airbnb had an ocean view and a path that went straight down to the beach. Mika thought for a moment before turning to Sam, “Hey, how about we go for a walk on the beach?”

He followed her gaze out the window and thought for a moment for agreeing, “Yeah, why not?” They smiled at each other as they went to put on their shoes and light jackets.

They went out and sat in the sand on the beach, watching as the waves repeatedly crashed on the shore. “Huh, this place is so cool, even at night. We should hassle James so we can come out here every year.” Sam joked as he stared out at the horizon. Mika gazed at Sam. Despite the fact that they were sitting on a beautiful shore of the ocean, she couldn’t focus on anything but how good Sam looked right now. Sam felt her eyes on him and turned to look at her with a sly grin. He nudged her softly, “What are you staring at, doofus?”

Mika smiled softly. Looking at him right now, she knew she couldn’t deny telling him her feelings much longer. He was all she wanted at that moment. “Sam,” she started as heat started to rush up to her cheeks. Sam listened as he noticed her face had become serious, “I….I think I love you. A lot.” Sam’s world felt like it stopped as he instantly blushed and his heart started pounding in his chest. “I-I’m not expecting you to say it back! And I really enjoy the friendship we have now, I just had to get it out. I don’t wanna have lived and possibly moved on with regret in never letting you know how I feel.” She stared into his eyes and sighed, “You really are amazing, Sam.”

Sam stared at her for the longest time. He felt a whole wave of emotion come over him. “You… you love me?” Mika nodded as she continued to blush, now at a loss for words. As Sam looked into her eyes at this moment, he finally came to terms with the feelings he felt towards her.

“Mika, I…I love you,” his voice was soft, a little above a whisper.

It felt like Mika’s heart stopped beating for a moment as she processed what he just said, “..You do?”

“Fuck, is this what this feeling is?!” Sam said in shock as he turned to look out over the water in thought,” I always want to be around you. I-I just want to grab you, hold you, and kiss you,” he rambled, “I always want to make you smile, to hear you laugh. And I’m constantly worried about how I look and how I act around you and stuff! I don’t understand how a human can drive me this fucking nuts! But…” Sam had this look of realization on his face, like he was just realizing what love is for the first time, “You- I just- I.. Shit… I love you.” He said this time looking at her. Mika was completely taken aback. She could feel her heart beating in her ears. Was this really happening?! Sam swallowed and blushed harder. “Um, I-I uh. I w-want to kiss you...Can I?” He hesitated. Mika took this as her cue to immediately throw herself onto him, leaving a kiss on his lips. They both pulled away for a moment before jumping back into the kiss again, this time with more passion as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Sam wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap as they continued to kiss passionately on the beach in the moonlight.

They were both panting when they finally pulled away. “Holy shit,” Sam said softly, still in disbelief at what was happening. Mika giggled at the look on his face before leaving a kiss on his forehead. They fell into an embrace, both sighing contently. They settled into the feeling of their arms around each other.

[lopsicle]

I’m writing this fic as a gift for a friend that means so sooo much to me!! @blushyeleven , you are an amazing friend to me, you always have been, your one of the best girls I know and I’m so sooo glad to be friends with you!! With that being said, enjoy the fic!

The Best Kind of Arguments

Pairing: Ler Tara x Lee Y/N (romantic)

Summary: Y/N decides to be pouty over a small argument and Tara tickles her out of her mood

Warning: Tickle Fic, Y/N will be referred to with either They/Them or You/Your, mostly tickles and not much buildup,

‘You know you can’t stay mad at me forever, right?’ Tara Carpenter asked, sitting on one end of the couch, with Y/N curled up on the other.

‘Mm.’ Y/N responded bluntly, barely managing a hum in response to their girlfriend. See, the two had gotten into a mini argument over a show they were watching together, resulting in a very pouty Y/N, turned away from Tara who was trying to console them.

Tara shifted towards Y/N, pinning them between her and the edge of the couch. She wasn’t taking this entirely seriously, she knew you weren’t really mad at her anyway. You only really got pouty with her when you were trying to get…oh. The Carpenter smiled to herself, before looking over to Y/N, who had their eyes locked on the dark, carpeted floor, facing away from Tara.

Y/N always got into moods like this, when they didn’t feel like asking for what they wanted. It took Tara a while to understand what you wanted but it became second nature to her. Y/N just liked being tickled, yet saying that out loud was an utter nightmare for them, so acting all annoying and pouty in the hopes someone would tickle them was the next best thing. Luckily for you, Tara was just dying for someone to tickle the life out of.

After being a victim of Sam’s tickle attacks when she was around, Tara picked up a lot of ways to make someone laugh, and squeal and scream from tickling and who better to use them on then her partner? It took her a while to notice that you never really tried to stop her from tickling you, but was ecstatic when she found out. Of course, it took a lot more tickling to get a confession out of you. Having a partner who loved liked being tickled was adorable in her eyes, even if it wasn’t easier to tickle you, it was a lot more fun.

‘You know Y/N, maybe you just need to smile,’ Tara exclaimed, her tone being slightly threatening and playful, you recognised it far too late. Those long nails of hers ran up your side; you could feel the sliding, sharp nails against your bare skin thanks to your crop top. The stimulating shocks jolted through your body, and reflectively, your arm crashed down to your assaulted side. You fought a smile coming onto your face, wanting to stay mad at Tara and wanting more tickles.

‘Come on, don’t hide that smile from me, Giggles,’ the black haired woman smiled playfully, crawling towards you a little more, not wanting to give you a chance to escape your tickles, even if she knew you wouldn’t want to. Tara then pried her hand between your arm and your side, squeezing it a bunch like she was trying to force the laughter out of your torso.

You wanted to respond but you know opening your mouth would lead to some laughter coming out, and that was far too risky. How were you supposed to look mad if you were giggling your head off? But that nickname did cause a bit of red to rush to your cheeks, your expression softening as you kept your face turned away from Tara. Your legs twitched and squirmed from the squeezing, fighting a smile even if she couldn’t see it.

‘Your never normally this difficult with tickling, do you just really want it today? What did you call it, a lee mood? Are you just in a bad lee mood?’ Tara know full well that it was called a lee mood but felt like riling Y/N up a little more. The heat radiating off of your cheeks was proof enough that it was working, making Tara smirk as reached her other hand over to your left side. Tara just kept squeezing your sides over and over and over, toying with the delicate skin while you shook in her grasp, but the tickles only lessened a little when you began to laugh.

‘Tahahahahara!!’

Your legs curled upwards to your torso, a halfhearted attempt to protect yourself from Tara’s tickle attack. With your laughter freely pouring out, a wider smile inches onto your face, to Tara’s amusement.

‘There’s the smile I’ve been waiting for! You really are so ticklish, I didn’t even have to try hard to make you laugh!’

She pointed out casually, those annoying, mean nails of hers working their way over to your stomach. Ecstasy and dread built up in you, the tickling shocks getting oh so much worse, forcing you to suck your stomach in. Your hand slapped against the couch repeatedly, like the tickling was filling your body with a sense that you’d die if you stayed still and just let it happen. Even if you knew you liked it, sitting still was a death warrant.

‘Shuhuhuhut up!’

You gasped through your laughter, feeling like being extra difficult if Tara was going to be annoying. It was only fair, she knew that being tickled was the one thing you couldn’t resist…sure you were trying to get her to tickle you, but that didn’t matter! It did seem like your comment worked there, as she let out a fake offended gasp.

‘Oh, really? Your telling me to shut up when your the one being tickled and your the one acting like a brat?’ Tara asked, prodding her fingers into your belly button occasionally, emphasising her words. She was tickling you before out of pure enjoyment, and she was still enjoying it, but now there was an element of vengeance to it which made her all the much scarier. You body felt still, like a predator was watching you and at any moment, it would just-

‘EEEP!! TAHAHAHARA!!’

Instinctively, you smacked against Tara’s hand, which had its nails dug right into your belly button, scratching and scribbling against the sensitive skin, tracing against the outline of your navel. Her fingers worked like clockwork, poking at all the right spots to make you squeal and burst out with laughter.

‘You should’ve thought about that before acting like a brat!’

Tara argued back, forgetting that she was tickling you to get you to stop being angry with her, just enjoying making you scream with laughter. She kept her nails antagonising your navel for a little longer, before, like spiders, they crawled over to your ribs. The raven haired woman’s fingers jabbed below your bottom set of ribs, making you squirm about beneath her at the lovely awful, mean feeling.

‘I-I wahahahahahasn’t!’

You argued, finally able to catch your breath again. Your ribs were a real bad spot, but nowhere near as bad as your navel was, so you could at least calm down a little. Tara didn’t seem that amused at your arguing though, or maybe she was, it gave her an excuse to sink her nails right in between your ribs, tickling every nook and cranny she could get her malicious nails on.

‘Oh, your telling me to shut up isn’t acting like a brat?’ She smirked. ‘You know you were, your just trying to get more tickles from me!’

‘N-nahaha, I-I-eeeep!!’

Her nails jammed themselves between your ribs again, scribbling around in a swift, skittering manner.

‘And you keep on lying to me, you know you love tickles! I’ll just keep on tickling your ticklish self until you can admit it!’

Tara said, adding the word ‘tickle’ in there a lot more then necessary, just to see your cheeks go even more red. Your girlfriend’s fingers ran up and down your ribs, tapping against them like they were a piano. She had a wide smile on her face, mirroring yours, despite your being brought on by a sadistic tickle attack. Even if you’d never admit, you were enjoying your time here with Tara…and the tickles.

‘Stahahahap shahahaahying it!’

Which really meant keep saying it, but Tara had gotten used to the weird reverse psychology you operated on. Tickling was just so flustering for no good reason, and your girlfriend teasing you with it? It felt like it should be illegal!

‘Saying what, ticklish? It’s not my fault, your the most ticklish person I’ve ever seen! I mean, do I even have to remind you…’

With that, Tara poked a single nail down into your belly button again, making you promptly curl up and seat at her hand like it was an annoying pest, because that’s what she was being!

‘IHIHHI’M NAHAHAT THAHAHAT S-SEHEHENSITIVE!’

That did seem to catch Tara’s interest though, a mean glint of mischief shining through her pupils while her hand left your navel.

‘Oh, not sensitive, huh?’

She asked, her words felt like a trap, like she’d pounce on you no matter your response. She emphasised the word ‘sensitive’, just reminding you that you couldn’t say the word tickle. You couldn’t match her gaze as you caught you breath, feeling the heat flush up to your cheeks.

Without warning, she’d suddenly take a hold of your wrists, your eyes widening in shock. You tried to fight back, just to make whatever she was doing harder, but her grip was ironclad. Seriously why was she so strong? Tara sat up high on the couch on her knees, dragging you by your arms so you were awkwardly laying on your side. Your girlfriend then slipped your hands under her knees, making your lay on your back with your arms trapped above your head, her grinning face looking down at you.

‘I mean, if your not sensitive, then you wouldn’t mind if I did this, right?’

She asked, planting two fingers on each of your forearms, beginning to agonisingly slowly walk them down to your armpits. Your armpits were, to put it lightly, nightmarishly sensitive. Tara learned quickly that you basically needed to be pinned if you were ever tickled there, being very ticklish also came with being very squirmy. And of course, seeing her go to your death spot poke by poke by poke was bringing out that anxious squirming in you; it was useless though, there was nothing you could do to protect your death spot now.

‘Tara, cahahme on, you dohohohn’t need to dohoho that!’

Came your desperate cry, not even able to hide your face from here now, so she could see those rosy cheeks, that pretty smile and the way your eyes light up whenever she just said the word ‘tickle’. Right now though, they were a lot more desperate for an escape. Her fingers came closer and closer to your armpits until…

‘Tahahahara!! TahahahAHAHRA!! TAHAHAHHARA, STAHAHAHHAP!!’

You basically screeched, your eyes as wide as they had ever gone while you twitched and bucked underneath her. Your laughter, which sounded so sweet and beautiful to her, poured out of your mouth with no way to stop it. Your legs kicked all around, pounding your feet against the arm of the couch, twisting your head all about. Yeah, you got really squirmy.

‘Stop? But I’m having so much fun, you know this is my favourite spot!’

She said, clawing her nails right in the centre of her armpits, scratching them against one spot, making those ticklish feelings build up more and more.

‘IHIHHITS SAHAHAHA BAHAHAHAD THOUGH!!’

Tara just giggled at your outburst, staring down at you.

‘It’s hard to take you seriously when your laughing so much, and when you were being such a brat earlier, why should I listen to you, hm?’

The Carpenter asked, pinching her nails against the hollows of your armpits at the ‘hm’ just to add to her question. You Damm near shrieked at that, your hips buckling up into the air from the sudden sharp feeling.

‘IHIHIHI’M SHAAHHAHAHAHARRY!!’

Tara’s smirk grew a little wider now, she always loved this part, where you’d been tickled enough to be reasoned with. It was a sign you were reaching your limit, but until then, Tara was gonna keep tickling her beautiful partner!

‘Oh, your sorry, huh? That’s cute, but I seem to remember you lying…something about hating being tickled?’

Tara tilted her head, really going for the kill with that one. You shook your head in denial, feeling that blush creep to your ears like an infection, but once you did, her sharp nails just began scribbling against your exposed armpits, making more and more sweet laughter spill out.

‘AHAHAHAHAKAY, I LIHIHIHIHKE IT!!’

After that horrifying revelation was forced out, the tickling actually ceased. Tara’s hands left your armpits but she didn’t get off your hands, your eyes closed as you caught you breath, finally letting your body be still and relax. Until her nails dove right back in, tickling away at your armpits again.

‘And am I the best girlfriend in the world?’

You shot up instantly, half expecting you spine to snap off with the speed you reached. That same adorable smile you had for the whole tickling session was forced right back onto your face as you stared up at Tara.

‘YEHEHEHES!! YOHOHOUR THE BEHEHEHST GIRLFRIEHEHEND EHEHEHEVER!!’

You screamed as loud as you could, totally caught off guard by the surprise tickles. Luckily, Tara pulled away for real this time, gently rubbing her hands up and down your underarms, just to rub away any of the lingering tickles. You’d totally forgotten you were made at her at this point, all the sweet tickles you’d just received were clouding your mind like some cushy, comfortable bliss. Your eyes opened though, staring up at your girlfriend who had scored off your hands but was still staring at you adoringly.

‘Your the best girlfriend ever, Tara.’

[speedybooksandcreativeheaven]

I Hear a Symphony

Part 2

Summary: Here is the long waited part two to the original story of “I Hear a Symphony” I created three endings, one for each boy.

AN: I really hope you enjoy reading these as I had a lot of fun writing this for you guys!

James Ending

“Y/N, wait!” she heard someone call her name in a rushed tone.

That’s all she remembered as she ran until she couldn’t anymore. She ended up at her grandfather’s grave, at the local cemetery. She came here from time to time to talk to him. Even though he can’t respond back to her, it provided her comfort knowing that he is still watching her. Her feet were sore as she took off her shoes near the cemetery gatefall. She moves to sit on her knees in front of the stone. The glossy surface reflects as she can see her tear stained face and ruined makeup.

As soon as she started to run he shouted her name to get her attention but he could only watch her rushed footsteps. He knew that he shouldn’t have expressed his feelings, especially since Erik and Sam did the same. She was going through so much with her grandfather passing, James taking over the company that she was once given, and managing with the incubi living with her. She was overwhelmed, and adding romantic feelings on top didn’t help. He knew exactly where to find her as she had taken him to talk to Harold before. Hot on her heels he made his way towards the cemetery gate just outside of the factory to see her beautiful flat shoes ruined. He picked them up and continued on. Soon enough he sees her kneeling at the cold stone grave as he sighs with relief.

Her heart is still pounding in her chest as she sighs looking at her hands to envision James hands over top hers. She wondered where James was after her panic. She was so distracted by her thoughts about how she acted that she didn’t hear the footsteps approaching her.

“I knew you would be here.” James' smooth voice made the girl shiver as her orbs widened with embarrassment as James helped her stand up to meet his gaze. James looked at her once white dress to find it ruined with the weather, she met his gaze but quickly looked at his chest as her face was blushing.

James was lost in his thoughts that he noticed the girl wrap her arms around him as she buried her face in his expensive suit. He looked down to pull her in closer to warm her up from the cold north wind. After a comfortable silence and a couple of her tears wiped away he looked at her with concern. He didn’t feel cold as he noticed they were protected by the wind. They both looked at the grave in question as being buried underground couldn’t stop the warlock’s powerful demon magic.

“Y/N,” James lifted the girls face as she gazed into his whiskey coloured eyes, “I’m sorry for tonight Miss, I shouldn’t have expressed my feelings towards you during a stressful time.”

“James I-” she started but James made a shushing noise as he took off his black tuxedo jacket to wrap around the girls’ shoulders. Her hair wrapped around her face as she could feel the warmth and his perfume in the air.

“Love, I want you to know that my feelings for you are real. I deeply care about you,” James pulled her in closer to whisper, “Ever since you let me, and my brothers stay after the Malix attack. You are a wonderful and generous woman and I love you. I don’t expect an answer now as it’s been an eventful evening.” He deeply chuckles at her blushing.

James could feel the girls tears well up again as he pulls her in to comfort her but instead the girl reaches up on her tip toes as her hands go around his neck to give the confused incubi a kiss on the lips. He moaned at the contact he could feel her energy as his eyes were gold for a minute before snaping closed, as he picked her up, with her legs wrapped around his thighs and he gently placed her on top of the grave. Soon enough James felt her tongue on his lips asking as he quickly took control as it started to get hotter between kisses. His hands pulled her closer as they slowly ended the kiss. Looking back up at James with heavy breathing and blushing she looked at his white dress shirt while James was smiling back at her with his full demon form on display. His golden horns and markings made him feel powerful and protective of her. The kiss was enough to show her feelings, but she wanted to say it back.

“Raestrao.” At the sound of his real name the incubus looked down as his grip tightened around her waist while his eyes flicked gold.

“I love you as well.”

Sam Ending

“Y/N, wait!” she heard someone call her name in a concerned voice.

Sam was the first one to notice her fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. He wished that he could have seen it sooner, before she ran.

During the dance Sam couldn’t have noticed how worried she was, he thought that she was having a fun time while in his arms. His forest eyes sharpened after he shouted her name to get her to stop. He quickly turned around to follow her footsteps, but not before flipping off his oldest brothers. He stopped to see a framed photo of her with her grandfather. She looked so happy; he couldn’t believe that this gray-haired old man was the warlock Harold; who allowed him to come to the human world so that he could be with his brothers.

He finally found a door that led to the polished backyard, with a large dark wooden deck that included a wide staircase near the bottom. He walked outside and a large blast of cool air hit his face as his footsteps made no sound. He sees her now, his doofus sitting on the last step with her shoes off and her bare feet in the wet grass. He heard her sigh as she stared at the night sky hoping for a solution.

She placed her hands in a prayer, he overheard her whisper, “Grandfather , please guide me!”

Sam let out a sigh as he used his demon magic to let out a green chain. He used it to bound his magic to his suit jacket. He wanted to create a distraction for her so that he could pull off his plan.

She gasped at the sight of a suit jacket being carried by a green chain. It moved so gracefully and the familiar green glow provided comfort. She started to laugh as the arms swooped up around her.

“Oh! You want me to follow you?” She questioned as the jacket glowed bright green, as if it could answer her question.

She was really confused but she let the jacket led her though a small clearing near a forest to see a small dance floor made from grass with fairy lights around the large brown trees. She was led into a dance in her bare feet in the wet grass. It allowed her to forget about what was going on and just allowed her to let go. Sam creeped over to see her smiling and laughing as the jacket was copying his dance moves from before. His chest puffed up in pride as his plan was working. Soon enough the jacket spun her away in the dark while Sam got into position to take over as the wind playfully pulled her back right into his arms.

“Sam!” She squeaked in embarrassment while he let out a hearty laugh, “Was all this your doing?” She remarks as his forest green eyes confirm with sincerity.

“Yeah, I planned this little scheme,” he turned her as the moonlight was their spotlight, “ Matthew is not the only one who can create romantic moments, ya know?” He smirked.

But before he could continue he tripped over a tree trunk and the both of them tumbled down the hill. His arms quickly went around her to stabilize her as he took most of the damage. She found herself under Sam as he carefully placed his hands above her head as she was laughing before he could ask her if she was okay.

“Oi! What’s so funny doofus?” He barked at her.

“Oh, it’s just that I haven’t seen you so graceful in a while.” She sneers

“Hey! I’m graceful,” his green eyes locked on her, “that was just a one time thing.”

He rolled off her as they sat up at the bottom of the hill that was facing a small lake. He looked at the two of them to see grass stains on both of their outfits as he knew that Erik was going to be upset at his creations. He took off his jacket to throw it at her, in surprise she fumbled with it before she quickly covered her shoulders.

“Thank you Amories.” She whispers as their eyes caught as she could see the quick colour change.

“It’s no problem doofus, " he looked over to see her sigh in relief, “You need it more than me anyways.”

“Do you really have feelings for me?” She asked after a comfortable silence.

“Of course I do! You’re the first person to see through my tough exterior, I made a total ass of myself when we first met and I wanted to make it up to you ever since.” He got quiet as he continued, “but then I found out that James and Erik had feelings too and then I felt trapped. James is a perfect gentleman while Erik knows exactly how to swoon you and I just don’t have any of that.” He looks right into her shining orbs as she moves to get closer to the incubus, “I know what qualities I have and that I like to think that actions speak louder than words.”

She gasped as slowly their bodies started to get closer as he wraps one arm around her waist while the other one rests on her face as they kissed. She could feel no energy being taken as she could feel all the love and protection that Sam was pouring into her. Her hands wrapped around his neck allowing him to pull her closer as she is straddling him. They moved their lips in sync with the rhythm of their bodies as they both parted to breathe.

“Wow, that was amazing!” She giggled as Sam had a look of passion in his golden orbs, “ I love you Sam!”

Sam leaped in joy as he put his arm around her, “I promise to do everything I can to make you smile and laugh along with me. Forever.”

He kissed her on the cheek as he laid with her on the wet green grass enjoying the beautiful sunset that was over on the horizon.

Erik Ending

“Princess! Please come back!” Erik begged as he watched her run away.

He quickly pulled himself together to chase after her but before he could James and Sam stopped him from leaving by grabbing his wrists.

“James. Sam. Please let me go! I need to find her!” He pleaded with them.

“Erik, I have known you longer than anyone else and why would I let you chase after her when you are just going to use her.” Sam snarked back while James slowly nods. Agreeing with him.

“Because I actually have deep feelings for this woman! My mother did raise me to be the perfect incubi and worked at my charming skills but I was never truly happy back home! The amount of women I had to seduce was a chore and I hated myself after every incident! What was worse is that my mother encouraged these behaviours! We all had to do what we were told tosurvive that hell hole!!” Erik yelled as the brothers could see his spiritual energy rising with his rage.

He was able to push Sam's hand away from him as he walks over to where James and Sam were standing as he continues, “Now that I have found a beautiful, smart, and talented woman who is able to see who I truly am and you all want to get in my way!” Erik got really close to his eldest brother with an evil messed up grin.

“I would like to see you guys try.” He taunted them as he clenched his fists.

Now all of his brothers turned in shock to see that Erik was threatening them all. It has been true that back home he was nicknamed the ‘Sly one, second son of the demon lord’. Looking back they could never tell how Erik would feel after his sessions, nor did they ask. All of that pent up aggression that Erik held onto was not healthy and the brothers looked at each other in understanding. Since coming to the human world they have seen Erik in a brand new light. Ever since he met the women of the house he became more helpful and learned about the human customs instead of falling back on what he used to know.

They remember how she took them into her home dispute with her sister. She taught them, gave them all support, and within a couple months they turned into a family. A true family like Matthew would put it.

James turned to place his hand on Erik’s shoulder before letting out a sigh, “Erik, no one is here to fight you,” he begins as Erik cools down, “We all know that you have fought very hard to prove to yourself you are not who you used to be. We know that you deserve happiness and I want you to find her and tell her the truth.” He gave him a smile, “We know that we can trust you and you are a great man for her.”

Erik smiled at his brothers feeling the rage leaving his body “ Thank you guys! With all of my heart I love you.”

He adjusted his black tie before leaving, “Wish me luck!” He shouted as he left the room to find his princess.

Meanwhile the girl got tired of running and she was now wondering where the production line of the factory was. She remembers coming here as a child to see her grandfather who would allow her to create new toys for children to play with. All of his employees loved her enthusiasm and enjoyed her company.

She glanced up to see a large portrait of her grandfather, Harold in his most elaborate black and white suit. She smiled as she got closer to examine the artwork. All of a sudden the portrait started to move, like her grandfather was trying to tell her something. She let out a small scream as she quickly backed away terrified.

“As if my night can get any worse!” She snarked towards the portrait as it said nothing. She gave the portrait one last cold glare before walking away.

Erik was running down the hallway in desperation trying to find his princess when he heard a woman's scream. He stopped and listened to gasp as that was his princess scream. He pointed out the direction it came from and continued on with determination.

Soon enough Erik made it to the production line. He knew the area well from Matthew talking about working on the floor often at the dinner table. He walked around observing the large machines as he heard her wonderful voice again.

“As if my night can get any worse!”

Erik tried to pinpoint her location but he soon detected demon magic in the air. He could see that the warlock was following his princess. It reminded him of a ghost; with a teal glow outlined his body as he was in his human form. He quickly ran up the stairs to follow them.

She was finally in her grandfather's office. She would come here a lot when her father would drop her off. She slumped down in his large office chair and looked out the large window that was facing the lake.

She heard a noise around the office door that startled her. She took a deep breath before she quickly grabbed the nearest item which was a sharp pencil. The door opened and with a shout she then turned to stab the intruder, but she was met with her grandfather's ghost and the pencil right through him with no pain.

“Grandfather?” She shakly spoke. The ghost nodded as he quickly moved his hands on top of hers.

“ I heard your prayer and I came to help you.” It spoke just like he would she puzzled

She looked into his eyes to see his own green eyes staring back at her. Her eyes started to tear up as her grandfather held her as she cried.

“I miss you so much!” She hiccuped, “I knew you would come back.”

He smiled at her, “I never left.” He used his magic to show the brothers waiting in the ballroom, “ Now my dearest, why did you leave?” She took in the question to notice that Erik wasn’t present.

“Well,” she started, “ I was overwhelmed with your passing and with James running the company that you started I just needed to breathe as I didn’t know how you would feel about James taking over.”

“I see. I find that James is the perfect CEO for the company. He has charm, and the business skills. I feel pride that he threw this party for me.”

She looks at him with a questionable look, “You were there?”

“Of course I was! I needed to see my two grandchildren! Now I think the real reason you came up here was to run from Erik.”

“Erik? Now why would I hide from him?”

“It’s because you are scared to move on and be happy with him.” He told

“I’m not scared!” She challenged back.

“Oh,” he let out a laugh, “Uzaeris, I know that you are there. Come here.”

Her eyes went wide, “What! Erik is here! How?” She turned to face him but was met with purple eyes instead. Erik held her hands while she was in shock.

“Yes, princess, I followed you here.” He started, “Princess I’m so sorry to bring up my feelings tonight as you were clearly not ready to hear them. I think that your grandfather is right, since his passing you have been ignoring me and my brothers. I want to help you,” his hand moved a strand of hair behind her ear, “but you need to be ready and open to talk.”

She started to relax in his embrace, “Erik I,” she started but started to sob in his arms. He quickly rubbed her back as she cried about the loss. After a while Erik moved them to sit on the couch next to the desk.

“Do you feel better princess?” He questioned.

“Yes Erik. I feel better now. I think that I learned that it’s good to express my emotions and feelings.”

She moved to straddle his lap as Erik purred seductively. “Princess! What are you doing?”

“I’m finally not holding back anymore.” She smirked

“What do you-.” Erik couldn’t respond as she leaned in and kissed him.

He quickly recovered as his eyes snapped shut as his hands moved to her waist as hers went into his red locks. He took control and he could feel her energy as he used his tongue to swipe her mouth as she let his muscle explore her wet mouth. They were both painting as he slowed the kiss to allow her to breathe.

He opened his eyes to see his princess with a big smile and her flushed face. He smiled back at her.

“So princess, how was that?” He teased her as she blushed due to his boldness.

“I love you.” She whispered around the dark room while his violet eyes soothed her.

He kissed her again to show her that he loved her without using words. Erik could still feel the demon magic in the air as he went to kiss her neck. He took one look to see her grandfather looking at him with a nod of understanding.

His last words he worded to him was, “Please take care of my granddaughter, Uzaeris. I trust you.” Erik nodded back as he vanished away, leaving him and his princess in the room.

“Now my princess, let’s go home.”

She nodded as he gracefully picked her up bridal style. He puffed his chest with pride as he walked to meet the gang. She cuddled closer to his chest as she was falling asleep.

[mymanyfandomramblings]

Glee-cap: Episode 4x15--Girls (and Boys) On Film

The continuation of my first-time watch of Glee episodic recaps, featuring my live reactions.

Okay, Emma looks so cute in a suit with her hair done up and red lipstick. Old Hollywood styles always look stunning on her

Will meanwhile...I don't like his hair slicked back like that

"You're All The World To Me" seriously suits Jayma's voice so well. I didn't used to really like Emma's voice, but her songs in the last two episodes have been wonderful

"THE HOUSE IS UPSIDE DOWN" I don't know why I find that as funny as I do

Sugar's outfit is truly brilliant. Sugar is truly brilliant.

Sam and his impressions, my beloveds

Sue's rants. I have never felt so seen as I have with Sue, specifically and only because her sentences go on for so long and have innumerable themes, subjects and lists, broken up only with commas and semicolons

"Shout" is super fun, and I never would have guessed that Brittany's voice would sound so good with soul music. My one concern is in the 'little bit softer now' part it just sounds like they've...turned the volume down, not like Blaine's actually singing quieter. That aside, it's so fun.

Sugar lying on the table is hilarious

This is how I find out that Downton Abbey was around in 2013. Also Adam does a very good Hugh Bonneville impersonation. Sam, take notes.

I can't tell whether Kurt's tone is sarcastic when he's talking about 'She's Having A Baby', but it is funny

Also Santana. I am liking her more this season, and I guess her saying offensive things is slightly nicer when she's not doing it in a mean-spirited way (or you know, a comparatively less mean-spirited way)

Kurt's introduction of Moulin Rouge. Comedy gold

I don't always like Kurt and Blaine's harmonies, but they work here

That looks like a great hug. That was an amazing hug.

Santana loves stirring up drama, and sometimes it makes her fun, and sometimes it makes her really frustrating

Although I do enjoy her calling out Brody for being a creep. I don't like him either.

Also Santana rooting through pockets and draws--HILARIOUS. She's doing it with such intensity too.

"You guys pretend to be all accepting and stuff, but when your friend shows up, moves into your home and goes through all your stuff, you're offended?" Okay, I can forgive all of her other offences briefly, Santana is too funny in this episode for me to hold them against her

Adam's accent just makes everything he says amazing

Finn and Artie committing to the bit with the wigs

Emma's parents are so equal part funny and horrible

Adams 'yea' is adorable

I LOVE that the boys have incorporated Artie's wheelchair into their choreo. Allyship fr.

Also, I know Sam was behind 'Old Time Rock n Roll' (a song I rly like btw)

I'm not convinced the girls can top that. It was legitimately an awesome mashup

Marley looks stunning

Girl, why would you ever believe Kitty when she says she won't tell. She's an awful friend.

I feel like all the glee bullies (except Quinn) do this thing where they feel personally compelled to zone in on particular physical features when talking about and to people

Marley, I pray you do not listen to Kitty. She is an awful friend, I repeat. Also her advice has never gotten you anywhere ever

Yes, Unique lead!

Oh my, Marley's voice suits this song to utter perfection *chef's kiss*

Old Hollywood glamour will always suit everyone

Also their mashup is straight-up out of Moulin Rouge, so I'm not sure they should be counted

Adam truly shines in this episode

I cannot not smile when Finn does. The eyebrow-raise, crooked-smile, shrug combo is just so sweet

I can't believe Will got his students involved in the public serenade, but then, this is Will

Emma's nightdress is so pretty

Okay now I know why the students were involved--so we can get this awkward moment when he thanks them and makes them leave

One nice thing about this show is that they do recycle outfits--Emma's coat in this scene is from S2 Sectionals

And they're still avoiding the whole Finn-and-Emma thing. I guess they think drama is better if you let it stew.

"I'm not. I mean, I am. Just not now." Santana, I will not say this often but, I love you

Santana genuinely being very comforting. I am liking S4 Santana

Jake Puckerman and Marley Rose--ilysm.

Oh no, girl. You are not imagining Ryder instead of Jake. Unlike, the Finn/Emma thing which needs to be addressed, I would really rather the Ryder-kissing-Marley thing be dismissed as a moment of weakness from Ryder and they go back to normal, where Jarley are sweet and Ryder is a good friend.

Marley, you need to get him into a good headspace for this kind of thing, not just drop it on him when he's just finished with a Big Romantic Gesture

(one the flipside I am so glad she told him before Kitty did. Kitty's evil successfully averted!)

And the winner is...everyone. (it's obviously the boys, even though the girls looked and sounded spectacular, the boys were original and more creative)

Sugar!!! Love her!!!

Finn finally confesses and like Marley, chooses a poor moment. I do, however, like that he got it all out there, rather than just going with the select information.

Cory Monteith truly was The Actor for subtle facial expressions. He really did put 100% acting effort into Finn

Britt taking off her shoe--love it

[msfbgraves]

Whenever you get time, I’d be interested in seeing something between Terry and Daniel following Sam confronting her Father about what exactly happened “that night” with him and Mama, and Terry going into deadly, ice-cold Alpha mode with her.

It was such a loaded conversation, and her seeing her sweet Mama in shock and unable to answer her just makes it even more disturbing.

Daniel probably knows or suspects that Sam asked Terry, and it makes me wonder what private time between them looked like following this.

If it was tense or bitter or pained or reproachful. I wonder if they tried to act like nothing happened, or if they alluded to it in conversation. Or maybe it was simple, like Terry taking Daniel in his arms, or Daniel going to him, and them conversing with each other without words.

Or maybe they just avoid each other for the rest of the evening and night, the band-aid over this wound peeled open for a bit. Again.

"You didn't have to be so hard on her."

They've not spoken a word about this all day. They didn't have to.

Terry trails two fingers through the smooth black hair tucked under his armpit, traces them over his omega's soft skin.

"I wasn't, mo cuishle."

A snort, though he doesn't open his eyes. "She was white as a sheet."

"Hmm." Terry's thoughts swerve back to the determined face of his eldest. "Trust me. Any other Alpha would have had her pistol whipped."

He bristles, offended, protective. "There's no need to hurt her!"

He holds Daniel a little more tightly against his side. "I told you, I didn't. I simply gave her a very fair warning."

He scoffs. "About what?"

"Coming between an Alpha and his mate."

Now Daniel pushes himself up. "She was trying to protect me."

Terry frowns, lifts his chin. "From what?"

Daniel lowers his eyes. "She thought I was hurt."

Terry cocks his head. "Are you, love? Did you tell her that?"

He looks up at him, gives a wry smile. "No. Per Dio! But she's getting quite forceful, our girl."

"Yes." He sits up himself. "And it stops now."

Daniel blinks at him. "She's our puppy, Terry. I keep telling you, she doesn't work for you."

"Yet." It's a sore point, but they'll have to discuss it some day. "Listen, Danny," he says. "I don't expect you to understand this, but I did it because I love her." He protests, but Terry shakes his head. "This took guts, and I respect that," he says. "But a young Alpha without an omega can forget what is, and isn't, their turf, and if she goes around sticking her nose into other people's business -"

"Then it's my fault." His voice is almost toneless. "I went into their room."

"To check on them," Terry says, the memory rising like bile in his throat.

"No," Daniel says.

"That's not what this is!" Terry says, a little more forcefully than he wants. Won't this cursed night ever die? "Danny, please. She's a young Alpha who needs something to fight. Yasmin will have an episode like this soon enough. Eli hasn't stopped since kindergarten."

"We left them, Terry." His face is contorted with guilt. "Sam is a very perceptive pup, she knew what was going on..."

"She is a fourteen year old girl who disobeyed her mother, and I won't have that, Daniel!"

He looks away, shakes his head. "She did not...!"

He grabs his chin. "She wanted more than she got from you, my darling," he says, "and instead of relenting she came to me. It was willful, foolish, and unacceptable, and I let her know." A short silence. "That's it!"

That pained, hollow grimace. "I should never have -"

He grabs him. "Please, my love. It's done. It's done!"

There's something desperate in his tone even he can't deny.

"You need to pick Sam up tomorrow," Daniel says, when they've held each other for some time. "Do something fun, let her pick the place. If she wants to bring friends you do."

He scoffs. "I'm not going to reward -"

"It's not a reward, it's an olive branch," Daniel says, a hard edge in his voice. "To remind her that she has a Daddy who loves her. Who wants her to feel safe."

He bristles again: "Of course I do!"

"Then show me," his mate says. "Show me, Sir. You owe me that."

His breath feels like fire in his throat, but for once he bows his head.

"Thank you," Daniel whispers, letting out a very deep sigh. "Thank you, Sir."