#my middle name is reese

[viasdreams]

what if i'm also called "via"? it technically means that I get to click on the "via button" Right? 🤓

...technically😒

im going to start putting my full gov name (first middle and last) AND my ssn number on this bitch

yall cant keep ur hands to yourself 😐

[starstruckodysseys]

truly so funny to me that the awesome action heroes are constantly referring to each other by their real world names IN the movie (especially izzy, unsurprisingly, but like. paula literally name drops liv in front of all the sidewinders and NO ONE questions it. even in her intro sequence she mentions HERSELF to kochiusko. don’t even get me started on the hotel bar scene in ep2. usha the old lady from the store…) but they face zero consequences for this until brennan decides to make paula slam poetry her fake son back to life. five episodes in. absolutely insane i love this season so much

[juyeonszn]

SWEET

PAIRING lee juyeon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 4.61k

GENRES fluff ﹒ smut ﹒ minuscule bit of angst

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, boy next door/neighbor au, reader was in a toxic-ish relationship, juyo is so cute and so sweet, until he’s kinda 😵‍💫 yk?, um kevin and changmin appearances, reader being absolutely irrevocably impossibly down bad for juyeon’s hands, so hand kink lol, making out, vaginal fingering, cum eating…. lol, they get a little sappy at the end

SUMMARY maybe this was for the better. maybe it was okay to let your guard down every once in a while, so long as it was always for your flirty neighbor.

MORE i would like to apologize for putting this out a day late… um i was really busy preparing for my enhypen concert so 😭 not a lot of writing was happening since there wasn’t enough brain juice flowing. anyways. ENJOY <3 pls rb if u did! (ALSO THANK U REESE AND @sungbeam FOR BETAING AND EDITING <<<3 i love y’all sm)

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri

If there was one thing you took pride in, it was your keen sense of hospitality.

You’d been raised as the type of girl to always be welcoming when a new face arrived, to be that guiding light for them as they adjusted to all the changes in their life. When you were little, your mother taught you to introduce yourself first, because you never knew if that person was shy or not. Of course, there was the usual ‘Stranger Danger’ pep talk, but it differed greatly from the new friend pep talk.

The first time you exhibited this wonderful trait of yours was in middle school when the foreign student in your class was forced to stand at the front of the room. He wasn’t necessarily shy, but you could tell he didn’t really enjoy being put on the spot, hands behind his back as he said his name and where he was from.

Kevin Moon. Age 13. Vancouver, Canada.

The only empty desk in the classroom was the one beside yours, and that was the golden opportunity to become best friends with the new kid. As soon as he settled into his seat and class had resumed as normal, you leaned over slightly and cupped a hand over your mouth to whisper loud enough that he could hear.

“Hi! I’m Y/N!”

He gave you a small smile in return and from then on, you and Kevin Moon were the best of friends.

The second time you proved your kindness was your freshman year of college. It was still syllabus week, but your professor had sent out an email over the weekend with papers that needed to be printed and brought to class. The guy next to you didn’t get the memo, freaking out over already messing things up on the first day.

You didn’t know him at all, but you felt bad that he was so stressed. In turn, you decided to rip up your own papers. He looked at you like you were crazy, maybe because you were. What idiot does something like that?

You give him a warm smile. “There. Now we’re both missing it.”

All he can do is laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’m Changmin.”

“Y/N.”

After that, Ji Changmin came to be another one of your closest friends. It was kind of silly that something your mother instilled in you at a young age had become such a big part of your life. It brought you people who you’d cherish forever. But it also brought people you wish you’d never met.

“Get the fuck out.”

“Y/N, babe, we can work through this—”

“Are you deaf?” Your tone raises and your feet carry you to the front door, swinging it open. “I said to get out of my apartment.”

“We’ve been together for three years. You’re not gonna fight for us?” He pleads, clasping his hands as he stands in front of you.

“Why would I? Why should I stay with someone who doesn’t value me enough to stay loyal?” You seethe, your anger growing in size the longer you glare at his pathetic face. The face of a man you thought would love you until death did you part.

“She meant nothing to me!” He tries to rationalize with you, but you won’t have any of it. You weren’t stupid and you sure as hell weren’t blind.

“Do you take me as a fucking fool, Daehyun? I’ve known for months that you weren’t ‘working late at the office’. She even DMed me and showed me screenshots of your messages. Now get out before I call the cops.” You’re so pissed off that you don’t even realize you’re crying, fat tears trickling down your hot cheeks.

“After all I’ve done for you and all I’ve given you? You’re gonna act like a bitch?” He drops the innocent boyfriend act, backing you into the doorframe.

“Leave, Daehyun.” You say flatly. You’re not gonna give him the satisfaction of crumbling beneath the weight of his words. You knew the truth, you knew what kind of person he truly was after all this time.

He scoffs, grabbing his jacket off the hook beside him and finally storming out of your apartment. You cover your mouth with your hand to muffle the sobs that so badly want to escape. You watch as he bumps shoulders with a stranger holding a box, thankfully not looking back at you.

You make eye contact with said stranger, eyes wide like a child who’d just gotten caught with their hands in a cookie jar. His eyes resemble those of your friends’ when you told them you’d found out about your boyfriend’s infidelity. You both stand there for a moment, an impromptu staring contest ensuing.

Quickly, you snap out of your trance, cowering into your apartment. You vaguely remember the elderly woman across the hall mentioning that someone was moving into the unit beside yours. She had never told you a specific date, though. Had you known it was today, you might’ve expedited the dramatic break-up with Daehyun.

How could you possibly introduce yourself to him after he witnessed that? And in your current state; snot-nosed and teary-eyed? There was no way. You’d just have to postpone that for another day. Hopefully he didn’t mind too much.

“Was he cute?”

“Kevin, why is that what you’re worried about?” Changmin’s mouth pulls into a thin line, smacking the slightly older male over the back of the head. He winces, caressing the spot to ease the pain.

“I wasn’t really paying attention to that when I had just shoved my cheating ex boyfriend out of my apartment,” you push around the ramyeon on your plate with your chopsticks. “I do feel terrible that he had to see that though. But how can I face him after that?”

Kevin taps his chin with his index finger, lips pursed in thought. “Why don’t you bake for him? Welcome him to the complex like the hospitable neighbor you are.”

“That’s not a half bad idea, actually.” Changmin nods, shoveling some rice onto his spoon. The Pisces deadpans and reclines in his chair.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Okay, enough bickering you two. I need you to finish eating so I can start planning what to bake.”

The third time you practice your mother’s life lesson, is the next evening when you’re face-to-face with your neighbor’s door.

Your hands have begun to clam up beneath the warm tupperware of cookies you were holding. Were you supposed to just knock on his door like everything was fine and dandy? What if he wasn’t even home? Maybe you should just leave the baked goods with a note and—

The door swings open to reveal the stranger from a few days ago. However, this time he also wears that expression of shock, cat-like eyes widened. Your mouth moves like fish out of water, not sure what you should say or how you should say it. So you don’t think and you just act, extending the tupperware towards him.

“H-Hi, I’m Y/N, I’m your neighbor,” your speech is a little shaky, but you’re too nervous to focus on that. “I— um— I baked these for you as a housewarming gift to welcome you to the complex. As well as an apology for making you a bystander in my messy breakup.”

His features relax as a smile inches its way onto his face, graciously accepting the treats you made for him. “Thank you, you didn’t have to do that. And don’t even worry about it, I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“N-No, you’re fine, I swear! We shouldn’t have aired our dirty laundry so publicly like that. You did nothing wrong.” You wave your hands as if physically dismissing his words. He lets out a little chuckle that warms your chest.

“If it’s any consolation, I’m glad that you left the dude. He sounded like a total asshole,” your neighbor tucks the tupperware under his arm, leaning against the threshold of his apartment. “You seem too nice to settle for somebody like that. From what I’ve seen, of course.”

You don’t know why that has your heart skipping a beat like a high school girl. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that he really was cute. He had a boyish charm to him, but not so much so that it overpowered how handsome he was. Kevin was going to have a field day with this information.

“Uh, thank you. I should be getting back to my place now. I have an early day at work tomorrow. Have a good night!” You clear your throat to kick yourself out of whatever stupor you were about to fall into, bowing. As you’re turning on your heel to make the ten foot trip to your own apartment, he calls out your name.

“I’m Juyeon, by the way.” He grins, waving as you push open your door.

“Now that is quite the interesting development.” Kevin snorts, helping himself to one of the raspberry filled donuts you’d just finished baking.

“If you keep eating my product, I’m gonna have to kick you out of the kitchen and out of my bakery,” you chide, swatting his hands away from the baker’s rack. “And how is that interesting in the slightest? I literally gave him the cookies, apologized, and that was that.”

“He was literally flirting with you, Y/N. Changmin, tell her I’m right. Apparently I’m no longer a voice of reason here.” He says through a full mouth.

“I mean, yeah? Kinda? Calling a girl nice is usually guy code for ‘I think you’re attractive and I could see myself sleeping with you’,” Changmin shrugs, tearing off a piece of Kevin’s donut. “But I also see where you’re coming from. You did just meet each other. He could’ve just been trying to console you in a way.”

“Why am I even friends with men when they’re useless?” You throw your head back, speaking to no one in particular.

Perhaps Kevin truly was overthinking the situation. Juyeon seemed to be a kind person who probably didn’t want any problems with his neighbors. It made sense why he’d side with you after witnessing your break up. Besides, the wounds were still too fresh to even consider thinking of anyone else in such a way. No matter how hot they may be…

You’d just have to wait and see for yourself. Only time could tell what would become of the nature of your relationship with your cute new neighbor.

You look insane with everything in your cart, filled to the brim with baking ingredients. It was around 10 PM and here you were, at the grocery store buying the things needed to make cinnamon rolls. Being a baker with a bit of a sweet tooth meant your cravings got a little out of hand at times, forcing you to make drastic decisions. (I.E. grocery shopping so late at night.)

Even your clothing choice was silly: flimsy pajama shorts with Care Bears patterned on them, a baggy t-shirt, and matching slippers. It’s not like anyone cared anyway. And it wasn’t like you were trying to impress anybody either.

But as you’re walking towards the registers, you start to regret your outfit. You very quickly spot your neighbor with a basket on his arm, waiting in line for self-checkout. You feel all the color drain from your face as you stand there, staring like an absolute idiot.

He’s dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants, a hoodie swallowing his figure. He looks so effortlessly good, it kind of makes you upset. Because how are you just now meeting a guy who’s both kind and attractive? As far as you were concerned, they didn’t exist in real life— they only existed in fairytales.

Juyeon looks up from his phone and catches your eye, his hand coming up to give you a little wave and one of those crinkly eye smiles that he does when you pass each other in the hall.

As the weeks have passed, you’ve seen him more and more than you deemed normal. You’d bump into each other on the way to or from picking up your mail, you’d hold the elevator for the other in record time, and you’d even leave your apartments at the same time. Now it appears you’re running into the guy at the supermarket, too. You tried to chalk it all up to coincidence, that you just both happened to be thinking on the same wavelength.

But shyly waving back to him right now reminds you that divine intervention had crazy ways of working its magic. Perhaps those had all just been openings for you to engage in something more with your cute neighbor. And there was only one way to find out.

You psych yourself up as you walk towards him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Juyeon’s smile grows wider as he notices you approaching. “Hey, stranger. What are you up to tonight?”

“Some late baking,” you giggle, wanting to punch yourself in the face for sounding like a goddamn school girl. “I was actually wondering if you’d like to come over and keep me company? Totally up to you of course! I just thought it might be nice to get to know each other properly.”

Your suggestion is what leads the two of you to meet back up at your apartment after purchasing your respective groceries. You attempt to tidy up as best you can while you wait for the knock at your door, setting out all the ingredients on the counter and preheating your oven.

The soft knock comes moments later and you find yourself practically running to open the door, grinning at the sheepish expression on Juyeon’s face. You allow him inside of your apartment, trailing after him into the kitchen. Part of you felt like you were moving on too fast after Daehyun. As a baker, your kitchen was your safe space. It was where you went when you needed to be alone and in the comfort of what you knew best. Kevin and Changmin were the only ones you trusted to be within that element. For you to let Juyeon in— to let him permeate the walls you’ve never let down before, not even with your ex— was brand new territory.

“I almost forgot you own a bakery,” Juyeon speaks up, fingers tracing along the stand mixer. “But seeing all this expensive equipment reminded me of that. It only makes sense that someone as sweet as you would constantly be around sweet treats.”

You fail to bite back your smile. Maybe this was for the better. Maybe it was okay to let your guard down every once in a while, so long as it was always for your flirty neighbor. He laughs when you nudge his shoulder, grabbing all the dry ingredients for the dough.

“On a scale of one to ten, how patient are you?” You ask, avoiding his eyes as you open the flour. The question was in regards to several things.

“I’d say about an eight or nine. Patience is a virtue, you know. It comes easily if you practice hard enough.” He answers, leaning against the counter and watching you.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in, searching for your measuring cups. Both you and Juyeon begin to measure out the dry ingredients, dumping them into the mixing bowl. You decide to let him take some of the reins, folding in the mixture of milk, egg, butter, and yeast. While he does that, you prepare the cinnamon sugar.

“I think I’m done. What do I do next?” He turns to you, head cocked to the side slightly. You might actually die of cuteness aggression. The duality of man would one day drive you to the brink of insanity.

“Now you just knead it until it’s smooth.” Your back is to him as you say this, putting away any refrigerated items so they don’t go bad. But as you face him again, you wish you hadn’t.

Your eyes zero in on his hands, kneading the dough with careful, nimble fingers. You feel light-headed as you slip into a spell, gawking at how long and slender they are, massaging the dough like an expert. How had you never noticed how big and pretty his hands were?

Maybe baking with Juyeon was a bad idea. You could barely focus on anything but his fingers pressing the under-construction-cinnamon rolls into the counter. Oh how badly you wanted to be that dough— his hands all over you, groping and massaging and kneading and caressing everywhere they could reach.

The veins running up his arms weren’t helping either, instead fueling the fire burning in the pit of your stomach. You feel your lips part, eyes glossed over with that all too familiar lustful intensity. You wouldn’t be surprised if you had to wipe away drool after this.

“Y/N?” Juyeon glances up from the dough, a little taken aback by your reverie. He follows your line of sight, grinning to himself smugly when he realizes what has you so transfixed. He’s finally found your weakness, and he couldn’t wait to dangle it over your head. Patience was a virtue, but perhaps it would be okay for him to dabble with a vice for once.

He pushes out the dough, using his thumbs to spread it into a rectangular shape. He feels his blood pressure rising the darker your eyes get. However, he’s aware that you just recently got out of a relationship. He wants to move at a pace you’re comfortable with. So he won’t take the first step. He has to leave that up to you.

It’s at a certain point that you come to, blinking to force away the dirty thoughts plaguing your mind. You travel your field of vision to his face, where you find him already looking at you. Your cheeks heat up in mortification from being caught red-handed. You were just gawking at the poor guy’s like they were a piece of fresh meat. This was terrible.

You swallow thickly, averting eye contact to grab the bowl of cinnamon sugar. “Uh, we can start forming the rolls now so they can rise. And then— um— and then we can make the glaze.”

The burn of his gaze on your profile has you tripping over your words, cinnamon sugar sprinkling onto the counter space surrounding and the knife almost slipping from your grip when you go to cut the dough. Juyeon catches it for you, wrapping his fingers around yours to guide your movements and keep them steady.

You feel his breath behind your ear, his chest pressed to your back. His hand is so much larger than your own, nearly covering it entirely. He doesn’t make an effort to move either, rolling the dough into swirl shapes along with you. The whole time this is happening, neither of you are saying a word, letting the silence consume you and the air around you.

As the rolls are rising/baking, you set up everything necessary for making the icing. Juyeon watches with hearts in his eyes as you whisk the sugar, cream cheese, vanilla, and butter in a separate bowl. He wonders how many other people you let see you in this setting. How many people get to see you do the thing you love so dearly?

“I’d like to visit your bakery sometime, if you wouldn’t mind,” Juyeon suddenly says, resting his elbows on the counter as you taste test the icing. “I wanna try all of the desserts you bake.”

“I’m opening later tomorrow morning actually,” you smile, humming in appreciation when the sweetness of the glaze hits your taste buds. “You can come with me to try the fresh batches before I put them out? I’ll warn you though, I get there at like six.”

“AM?” His eyes practically pop out of their sockets.

“Yes, AM.” You laugh, lightly shoving him backwards.

“I’ll put like ten alarms so I can make sure I’m up in time, then.” He pokes his cheek with his tongue, tipping his head to the side. The goofy smile on your face remains even after minutes have passed and the two of you are just waiting for the cinnamon rolls to finish baking.

It feels like hours have gone by with the two of you standing there when they’re finally ready. The ding of the oven has you springing into action, putting on some oven mitts and taking out the baking sheet. Juyeon's eyes light up and even though you’d just been losing your mind over how insane he was making you, you find yourself cooing at him.

He laughs as you grab a couple spare icing bags for the cinnamon roll glaze, filling them generously. You hand one over to him and decide to split the rolls evenly, icing one half yourself while he does the other. And for once, you think that tonight might end normally. You think that nothing eventful will happen and you’ll just ice the cinnamon rolls without problems.

But you were wrong, like always.

“Ah, shit—”

You glance up from the roll you were glazing to see what the fuss was about. Juyeon’s icing bag tore somehow, the sticky topping getting all over his hand. Truly, you were no better than a man, with the filthy thoughts inhabiting your brain almost instantaneously.

He brings his hand up to his mouth, licking the glaze off the back of his hand and wrapping his lips around his thumb. You felt dizzy, drunk on the sight of your extremely attractive neighbor doing something so sensual without even trying to. You bite your lip, accidentally dropping your own icing bag due to lack of attention.

Juyeon smirks slightly, relishing in the way it takes absolutely nothing to hypnotize you with his hands alone. He really tried to keep himself contained. He really wanted you to extend the first olive branch, but he knows you’re apprehensive. So just this once, he tells himself that it’s okay to initiate, to give you a little push in the right direction.

He takes a step closer to you, caging you against the counter. You stare up at him with wide, doe eyes, as if you were completely innocent despite the naughty images flashing behind them. Juyeon brings his thumb up to your lips, the pad of it still covered in icing.

“Think you could clean this up for me?” He asks, voice low and husky. You could actually combust with that all on its own.

Just like your formal introduction, you don’t give yourself the time to think, and act, instead, running your tongue along the length of his thumb. Juyeon doesn’t restrain the groan in the back of his throat, holding your face in his hands and pulling you in for a kiss.

You reciprocate immediately, fisting his hoodie like it was the only thing capable of stabilizing you. Maybe it was, with the way Juyeon’s lips synchronized with yours and his fingers tangled in your hair. You thought the ground would swallow you whole and wake you up from this dream. On what planet did someone like Lee Juyeon like a girl like you?

His hands slide down your body, groping everything in their path desperately before cupping under your thighs and lifting you onto the counter. He knocks the baking sheet of cinnamon rolls out of the way, palms rubbing up and down the sides of your legs. You want more, so much more, but you’re afraid to ask. You’re afraid to start something you’re not even sure you can emotionally handle.

Juyeon senses your hesitation, detaching from you momentarily. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want. I understand if you still need time.”

“N-No, I want this— I want you— I'm just… scared.” You breathe, your forehead using his shoulder for support.

“I'm not him, Y/N. I can give you the world if you’d let me. I’d never do what he did to you, that’s a promise.” He holds your chin between his thumb and forefinger, kissing the crown of your head.

“Okay,” you nod, smiling up at him. “I trust you, Juyeon.”

You reconnect your lips as his fingers slip beneath your pajama shorts, toying with the waistband of your panties. His lips curl up when he feels you squirm, legs parting to make more room for him in the middle of them. You sigh, body shuddering when he drags his knuckle down your clothed slit.

Juyeon hooks his fingers into your shorts and underwear, hauling them down your legs. You place your hands behind you to brace yourself, a shiver trailing your spine when the cool air of your apartment hits your warm core. He groans again at the sight of you bare for him, using two fingers to spread your lower lips.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he swears, his thumb slowly circling your clit.

You whine, tossing your head back as he applies more pressure. Bit by bit, you begin to lose yourself to the pleasure of Juyeon’s gorgeous hands. Soon the stimulation on your clit amplifies when he adds another finger, thrusting it in and out of your entrance. He curls deep inside of you, like he was reaching for something he’d left.

One finger turns to two, and before you know it, Juyeon’s openly finger fucking you on the counter. He leans over your body to keep your lips together, kissing you sloppily while all his focus is on drawing you to the edge. You can almost taste it, your saccharine release in your field of vision now.

It’s a little embarrassing how quickly he was able to wind you up and trip you over the edge, but you feel too euphoric to care. You pause in your kiss to look down at his handy work. (No pun intended.) It makes your head feel foggy and your vision blurry to see his deft fingers fucking you open, veins bulging, like he’d done this many times before. Your hooded eyes follow them up his forearms, a whine escaping your lips.

A particular curl of his fingers and circle of his thumb have you clenching around him, creaming like you’d never had an orgasm in your life. He doesn’t slow his assault, bringing you down just to put you back up on that summit once again. The overstimulation has you cumming a second time in a matter of what felt like seconds, whimpers becoming voluminous moans.

Juyeon kisses you softly, gently pulling out his fingers to lick them clean like he did with the cinnamon roll glaze. A choked groan bubbles past your mouth, tossing an arm over your eyes. He laughs, towing you to the edge of the counter.

He brushes some stray hairs out of your face, moving your arm to smile dopily at you. “I hope you know I was being serious about the whole treating you better thing. If you’ll give me the chance.”

“I know. I told you I trust you, remember?” You nip at the inside of your cheek. His eyes crinkle up like they tend to do when he’s smiling so genuinely. It forces the wind out of you, because how could you ever get used to a sight so stunning?

“You’re so cute.” He laughs, kissing all around your face and smushing your cheeks together.

“Juyeon,” you mumble. “I’m half naked…”

“Even better,” he grins, pecking the tip of your nose. “Makes it that much easier to do all of the other things I wanna do to you.”

© juyeonszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[luvingspence]

rude boy | r.w

reese wilkerson x female!reader

authors note: my first full fic in a while! i know the malcolm in the middle fandom is quite small and a lot of my current followers won’t care about this fic so i’m very sorry but mitm is my biggest obsession rn so i wanted to write for reese!

sorry for my rusty writing! and if i accidentally switch between mom and mum i’m so sorry! im not used to saying mom!

if anyone is also a reese fan feel free to give me more ideas! i don’t have a lot of time for full fics because of university but i’m always free for HCs :)

synopsis: Reese Wilkerson, rude, violent and brutish and the three words that come to mind when one hears his name. But surely there’s a lot more to him, right?

warnings: none, i’m just not american so my description of US schools and stuff will be very inaccurate, sorry! Also Reese is 17! But there is no Jamie. So like Season 6 is Jamie wasn’t there.

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School had been an absolute drag that day. She returned home with frizzy hair, worn off and imperfect makeup that had been decent looking ghat very morning, and a C+ English paper she had been slaving away at for the past two weeks in her bag.

In all honesty, she was just holding out for prom. Her last hoorah before college, an out of state one, far away from North High, people she didn’t like, teachers she didn’t like, and a town she didn’t like.

“Hey, sweetheart!” Her mother gingerly chirped from the kitchen. Y/N followed her mother’s voice into the kitchen, smelling whatever it was she was making for dinner.

“Hi, Mom.” She said quietly, leaning over the counter as she rested her chin on her hand, the other she used to dip her finger into the small bowl of sauce her mother had sitting on the counter.

“Don’t touch!” Her mother laughed, lightly swatting her hand away.

Licking the remains of the sauce off her hand, she giggled out a sarcastic, “Sorry, Mom.”

“Oh whatever, dinner will be ready in about 20 minutes. Go clean up and I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

Y/N shook her head, swinging her bag over her shoulder, ready to retreat to her room. “I can’t stay for dinner, I’m babysitting tonight, remember?”

She nodded. “Yeah, the Wilkersons.”

Her mother turned around, “The Wilkersons? Aren’t their boys in high school?”

She laughed and nodded, “Yeah, two are but one is still in middle school. Lois doesn’t trust Reese or Malcolm to take care of Dewey or something so she asked me to keep an eye on things.”

Her mother hummed. “Well, those boys can be a bit of trouble.”

“Trouble?!” She exclaimed, utterly exasperated. “There more than trouble. Malcolm’s okay. Awkward but okay. But Reese is a jackass.”

“Language!” Her mom laughed, but then her face softened. “But you never know what that boy could be going through, maybe there’s a reason why he’s such a jackass.”

Y/N thought for a moment. Maybe. But then again, is there a good enough excuse to justify the way Reese treats people?

At least once a day, she witnesses a younger kid cry over a cruel prank, comment, or action from Reese Wilkerson. In her mind, nothing excuses such mean behaviour and brutal actions.

“Maybe.”

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“Okay, emergency numbers are on the refrigerator, if you need to use one call me right after. We’ll be home at 11.” Lois, the Wilkerson boy’s mother, said as she frantically rummaged through her old purse. Y/N didn’t know what she was looking for.

“Alright, no problem!” She chirped sweetly, wanting to make a good impression. She was really just hoping for a good tip.

“And thank you so much for doing this.” Lois said, looking at her with tired eyes as her husband Hal rubbed her shoulder softly. “With our boys we never get to go out like this.”

Y/N nodded along and laughed. “I know, boys can be hard. I have a younger brother.”

Lois and Hal shared a look. “I’m sure he’s no match for our three.” Lois sighed, pursing her lips.

“Well four, but Francis is out of the house.” Hal corrected, sending a tight lipped smile to Y/N.

Once assured she had everything, Lois quickly checked herself in a mirror and brushed herself down before smiling widely. “Well, we should get going!” She turned to walk out the door, but quickly turned back around and gave Y/N a pointed look, “Whatever Reese says to you is probably a lie, remember that!”

Y/N nodded curtly before waving the couple off.

Once the door closed she turned to sit on the couch, deciding to watch some TV. She was pretty sure the boys were in their room, but decided to leave them be.

She wasn’t an actual babysitter, just hired damage control to make sure they don’t burn the house down.

While flicking through a few channels, a crash was heard from the boys room, and suddenly, the eldest and youngest emerged and now stood in the kitchen.

“You’re the worst brother ever!” The youngest cried out, holding a broken model ship in his hands. “I worked on this for hours!”

“That thing was stupid anyway.” Reese said, taking a broken part from Dewey’s hands, throwing it to the ground before stomping on it. As if the thing wasn’t broken enough already.

Feeling sorry for Dewey, Y/N stood up, marching over to the boys. “Oh my god! What did you do?”

“Who the hell are you?” Reese said rudely.

“Why are you in our house?” Dewey added, confused, but he soon resumed sadly looking at the ruined model in his hands.

Hal and Lois mustn’t have told them. “Oh-“ She realised she did look like an intruder, “Your parents hired me to keep an eye on you guys while they went out tonight. I’m Y/N.”

She did a double take, “Reese, you know me, we have a class together.”

“A babysitter?” Reese groaned, ignoring her second comment and walking to the TV room and flopping onto the couch.

“No, more like-“ She thought for a moment. “Okay yeah, kind of like a babysitter.”

“Do they forget I’m in high school?” The boy huffed, eyes closed tightly. The embarrassment was clear on his face, it’s not normal for a 17 year old to be babysat by a peer, but with his behaviour, Y/N can’t really blame his parents for being cautious.

“No, they don’t, they just don’t trust you.” She quipped, standing next to Dewey.

“Whatever.” Reese scowled, rising from the couch. He gave Y/N a mean glare before returning to the boys shared bedroom.

She watched him as he walked away, then shrugging, going back to her place on the couch. She rummaged through her bag, lifting out a dark red dress and a small sewing kit.

The youngest Wilkerson sat next to her, “What are you doing?”.

She smiled sweetly, “This is my prom dress. I’m just DIY-ing the zipper. It’s not closing right.” She said while turning the dress inside out to focus on perfecting the zipper.

“It’s pretty.” Dewey said very matter-of-factly. He set his broken model on the coffee table, sighing and staring at his ruined hard work.

“I’m sorry about your ship, Dewey.” Her gaze turned sympathetic as she looked at him.

“It’s the USS Constitution. It looked really cool when it was still in one piece.” He said.

“I’m sure it did.”

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Dewey still sat next to Y/N, chatting away and laughing, telling little kid jokes while trying to fix his model ship with some glue. Meanwhile, Y/N sat next to him, still carefully fixing her zipper an hour later.

She worked carefully around the lace on the bust of the chest, ensuring her needlework was slow and cautious to keep the dress in its original condition. She nodded along to watch Dewey was saying, replying with soft hums and quips, still engaged, but not distracted.

Clattering and yelling began and began to grow louder as Reese snd Malcolm approached the living room. It had been quiet for sometime, but clearly the short period of peace in the Wilkerson household had ended.

Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes as she and Dewey placed their respective projects on the coffee table, Y/N preparing to mediate and Dewey preparing to simply stand by and witness his two older brother’s antics.

The yelling was indiscernible, all that should be heard was the sound of crude insults being thrown and the two boys hitting each other.

“Stop making me feel so stupid all the time then!” Reese shoved his brother, pushing him dangerously closer to the coffee table as he yelled at Malcolm.

“I didn’t say anything!” Malcolm replied, denying his brother’s accusations, shoving him back.

The back and forth shoving continued to ensue until Reese’s last harsh, strong shove sent Malcolm falling into the table, breaking a leg off the table and sending Dewey’s boat flying onto the floor.

“What is wrong with you two!” Y/N cried, getting on her knees to inspect the damage.

“We break stuff all the time, Mom’s used to it.” Malcolm said carelessly, picking himself up as her rubbed his back which seemingly took the brunt of the fall.

“Yeah, but it happened under my watch!” She groaned, “I was meant to make sure stuff like this didn’t happen.” She began picking the magazines, books, and other miscellaneous items off the floor.

“Oh my-,” Her eyes widened and her eyes welled up slightly. In her hands was her pretty red dress, now torn slightly with spilled glue all over it. The tear she could fix, but the glue?

Dewey looked on, staring at Y/N before looking to Malcolm and Reese, and his eyes began to dart back and forth between them. “Is that your…?”

She nodded.

“What is it?” Malcolm asked.

“It was my dress for prom. I was fixing it up a bit and now there’s glue all over it.” She said quietly, balling it up it her hands and resting it on her lap and she stared at the floor.

“Oh crap.” Malcolm looked to Reese. “Sorry, Y/N. Can you like, wash it out or anything?”

She shook her head.

“I’m not sorry.” Reese shrugged. “It’s prom, no big deal. Just don’t go. I’m not.”

She stood up, still holding her dress as she narrowed her eyes. “Reese, you aren’t going because you don’t want to, but I did. A-And I paid so much money for this dress and shoes-“ She huffed, “And now I can’t go.”

Malcolm nervously laughed, taking the dress from her hands, “Sure you can!” He inspected the dress, the glue had dried into a hardened splotch on the lace. There was no fixing it. “You can get a new dress! We’ll pitch in.” He stared at her with pleading eyes. “Just don’t tell our Mom, please!”

“I won’t tell her.” She sniffed. “Snitching won’t get me this dress back.”

“How much was it?” Dewey asked sweetly.

“Like, 300 dollars.” She laughed. “I saved up like two pay checks and my Mom added the rest.”

Malcolm grabbed his wallet and began to go through it, “I have…” He handed her a wad of cash, “174 dollars. I did some extra shifts, that should be enough to get a new dress once Reese chips in, right?”

She held the wad of cash while Reese scrunched up his face incredulously, “What? No! It’s just a dumb dress, get a cheaper one with your own money.” He snatched the money back and pocketed it.

Malcolm shoved his shoulder, “We’ll get into so much trouble if we don’t fix this dress. Just give her some money and we’ll be in the clear.” Reese rolled his eyes and handed the money back.

“Fine. Take Malcolm’s money.” He sent her a rude, sarcastic smile and walked away. “But you’re not taking any of mine!” And with that, he was back in his room with the door shut.

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Breakfast the next day was the usual in the Wilkerson house, loud and chaotic, and the boys arguing over the last scrap of bacon.

Lois stood staring at her boys, leaning against the kitchen counter with arms folded and eyes narrowed. “Y/N left upset last night. What happened?”

Malcolm gulped, Dewey’s lips tightened, while Reese took the opportunity to grab the last bit of bacon.

“She was upset? We didn’t notice?” Malcolm said with a nervous laugh, picking at his plate.

“Maybe something happened at school that day?” Dewey offered, hoping Lois would drop it.

“It was probably that stupid dress.” Reese said stupidly and nonchalantly, a mouth full of bacon, clearly unfeeling towards what he did he Y/N’s dress.

“Dress?” Lois exclaimed, silently demanding answers. “What did you boys do?!”

“Y/N and I were on the couch and Reese and Malcolm came into the TV room fighting and then Reese pushed Malcolm into the coffee table, and spilled glue all over Y/N’s prom dress while she was sewing it!” Dewey exclaimed, losing breath while he rambled out an explanation, ensuring he preserved his own innocence.

Lois’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open, her eye brows raised and were now covered by her fringe. “You got glue all over that poor girls prom dress?” She marched over to the boys. “Did you apologise? Your father snd I are going to have to buy that girl a new prom dress now! I can’t believe you two!”

“I apologised! I gave her all the money in my wallet to help her buy a new one.” Malcolm put his hands on his chest, quickly defending himself before deciding to throw Reese under the bus, it was his fault after all. “Reese didn’t apologise! He’s the one that really ruined it anyway, he pushed me into the coffee table!”

Lois grabbed Reese by the ear, “You-,” She collected herself, “You are going to pick up extra shifts, buy her a new dress and give it to her yourself, Reese.”

“But-“ He tried.

“And no TV, no video games, no going outside, you are in your room for three weeks, Mister!” She dragged him to his room and slammed the door.

Reese flopped onto his bed, “Crap.”

He supposed he felt bad. She was just sitting on the couch with Dewey. And she spent a lot of money on the dress. She said she even bought matching shoes. He huffed and walked over to his drawer at a desk in his room, he shifted through the mess in the drawer until he found his most recent pay check, crumpled up in a ball. He hadn’t used it yet.

160 dollars. Maybe he should just give this to her. Buy herself the dress. He didn’t know what dress she would like. He didn’t even know any dress stores near by.

“Guess I’ll just find a dress store.”

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Prom was in a week. Reese still hadn’t given her a dress yet, and at this point Y/N was sure she just wouldn’t go unless she was willing to wear jeans and a nice blouse.

“Y/N?” She looked up from the bench she sat on, her friends all just as confused as her when they saw Reese Wilkerson in front of them, looking bashful and nervous.

“Yeah?” She deadpanned, not caring to speak to the boy who ruined her prom.

“Can we talk?” He looked at her pleadingly, one hand gripping a bag strap. She had never seen him look like this before, so out of pure curiosity and nothing else, she nodded and followed him to a secluded stairwell.

“What is it, Reese?” She leant against a wall, staring at him, wanting whatever this one to be over with.

He handed her a bag. It was a large paper bag with pink and white stripes with the name of a local dress store written on it in cursive black writing. “Here.” He almost shoved the bag in her hands, she clutched it to her chest, staring at him.

“Well, open it!” He near yelled. Not out of rudeness, but more out of awkwardness.

Obeying him, she opened the bag and pulled out a red dress. She held it by the straps to allow the dress to unfold, and as the satin fabric fell she gasped. It was a dark black-red, with gorgeous black lace over it. It looked to be exactly her size too. Lois definitely helped with his.

“I know it isn’t the exact one but the dress store said I couldn’t have that dress because they don’t sell the same dress twice to the same school or something.” He rambled out. “But I thought this was like, similar.”

She smiled widely. “Thank you, Reese. I actually like this a lot more than my first dress.” She folded the dress up carefully and put it back in the bag. She placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed slightly. “This was really sweet of you.”

Reese smiled. “I mean, my mom made me do it but, you’re welcome.”

“Well, tell your mom thank you.”

“I will.”

They stared at each other for a bit.

“Do you wanna go with me?” She blurted out.

His brows furrowed, “Huh?”

“Prom.” She clarified bashfully. “I.. I know you don’t want to go but, this is your senior year, you know? You might regret not going so.. do you wanna go with me?”

He thought about it for a moment. “Uh, yeah, okay.” He nodded and smiled.

“Great!” She chirped. “My friends and I rented a limo, a few of the girls are bringing dates so you won’t be the only guy. I’ll tell the limo to swing round yours at around 8.” She smiled, “Unless you wanna come to mine and they’ll pick us up together.”

“Sounds good, I’ll be there.” She nodded.

“Cool.”

The bell rang, signalling lunch was over. “Well, I’ve gotta go to class but, I’ll see you later?”

“See you later.” Reese nodded with the most genuine smile she had ever seen on his face. She wondered what a date with him would actually be like.

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“Honey! That boy is here!” Her mom called sweetly from the living room.

“Yeah, one second!” She called back. She dusted herself over, ensuring she had packed everything she needed in her small black bag; lipgloss, prom ticket, powder and a puff. She was ready to go.

She walked down the stairs, a little less than gracefully; these heels were the highest she had ever worn. She was nervous for Reese’s reaction. She didn’t like him, surely not, but every girl wants her date to tell her she’s pretty.

“Oh, Y/N you look gorgeous!” Her mom clapped excitedly, “Pictures! C’mon, stand next to Reese.”

She smiled at her mother’s excitement and stood next to Reese, who was stood a bit away from her mom wearing a slightly ill-fitting suit, but he still looked quite put together, a lot different from the usual.

She would even go as far to say he looked handsome.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” She said back, a slight shy smile on her face as she averted her gaze to the carpeted floor.

“You look nice.” He said lowly. Clearly he was just as shy as she.

“So do you.” She returned the compliment.

“Okay, stand closer!” Her mom said cheekily as she giggled from behind the camera, “He’s your date, don’t act like you hate him.”

They followed Y/N’s mom’s instructions for the photos, and after what felt like far too long, but was realistically probably five minutes. After the photos, her mom placed the camera down on a small dark wooden table next to the staircase and held her daughter’s face in her hands.

“Okay, you two go have a good time.” She kissed Y/N’a forehead. “And if you somehow end up having a few drinks don’t come home drunk. If I can’t tell you won’t get in trouble.” She joked.

“There’s not gonna be alcohol, I think they’re checking bags and pockets at the door anyway.” Y/N reassured her mother.

“They are?!” The two women looked at Reese.

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The music was loud, so loud in fact, Y/N and Reese couldn’t tell what song was playing. After an a few hours, the pair had grown quite sick of the prom. Overstimulated and bored, they had ran out of things to talk about. Not that they could really hear each other anyway.

“I’m pretty sure the bass is louder than the actual lyrics.” Y/N leaned to Reese’s ear so that he could hear her amongst the cacophony of terrible music, teacher’s yelling and teenage drama and gossip. He nodded in agreement, tugging on her arm.

“You wanna go outside for a while?” He asked, “My ears are ringing and I don’t wanna go deaf at prom!”

The laugh that escaped her went almost unheard, completely drowned out by typical teenage dance music. Smiling with a small nod, she agreed to leave with him. She would have usually told her friends, but she wasn’t quite sure where they were. She assumed somewhere with their dates, either on the dance floor or a stairwell for reasons she didn’t want to think about.

The air was cold and nippy, but it felt good to be far away from the sea of warm bodies in the gym hall. She rubbed her shoulders, heating herself up as she and Reese walked side by side, soon approaching the bleachers at the football field. They sat down on the first row of benches, glad to finally have somewhere to rest as all tables in the gym were taken.

“Tonight was good.” She smiled. “You glad you came?”

Reese thought for a moment, before giving her a curt nod, but he hadn’t smiled like she had expected. He suddenly looked quite sad.

“What’s up?” She scooted closer to him, thighs touching. “Have you not enjoyed tonight?”

“No!” He shook his head, “I did. I had fun.”

With brows furrowed, she placed her hand on his knee comfortingly. “Then what’s wrong?”

“Just like-“ He looked embarrassed. “The reason I didn’t want to come is that, well I thought no one would wanna go with me?”

“Oh.” She was surprised at his sudden vulnerability. “A lot of people show up with just their friends Reese, not having a date isn’t a big deal. People with dates usually end up with their friends by the end of the night anyway.”

Reese hunched over, placing his head in his hands, ruffling up the hair he cared so much about. “But I don’t even have any friends. Like, I’d be showing up completely alone. No date, no friends, like no one at all.”

She just didn’t know what to say, “R-Reese, you could have came with Malcolm? You could have both came tonight.”

“Show up to prom with my only friend, who’s also my brother?” He spoke as if the idea was utterly insane, looking at her sadly. “That’s so lame. We both don’t have friends. His only friend is Stevie.”

She just rubbed his back, not knowing what to say.

“Girls don’t like me. People just don’t like me.”

Sighing, she removed her warm hand his hand from his back, placing it in her own lap. “Reese? Can I be fully honest?”

He nodded, looking to the grass.

“Completely honest, and you won’t get upset?”

“I won’t get upset.”

“People don’t like you because you’re rude, Reese.” His brows furrowed, but his face relaxed. She was right.

“You’re mean to people who have done nothing to you, you bully girls instead of letting them know you like them in a mature, respectful way.” She continued. “You’re attractive, Reese. If you were nice and friendly you would have no problem with girls. If you weren’t so cruel you would have more friends. People have given up on being friends with you because you’ve either been mean to them or their friends.”

He gulped. “I know.”

She sighed, laughing frustratedly. “Then why act like that?”

His mouth opened, but no words came out. Speechlessness was rare for Reese. For a minute, a quiet silence was shared between them, until Reese offered an explanation.

“I’m not smart. I don’t know how to talk to people, or how to make friends.” He admitted slowly, his insecurity clear as day. “The only way I know how to be around people is to be like that, because that’s how I am with my brothers.”

She looked at him sympathetically. “But you can’t treat everyone at school like how you treat your brothers. Especially girls and the younger kids.”

“I know. But I don’t know how else to act.” He shrugged sadly.

She rested her head on his shoulder. “You haven’t been mean tonight. My friends and their dates got a long with you.” She lifted her head from his suit clad shoulder and made him look at her. “You did good tonight, Reese. They liked you. You can make friends.”

He looked at her with such unabashed vulnerability, “They like me?” She smiled at him, “Yeah, they do.”

Helplessly, he threw himself into her, hugging her with all his might. A tight, warm, all inviting embrace. She felt as if he has needed this. While his parents were lovely, and he had a tight relationship with his brothers, she can’t imagine he received affection very often.

“Thanks.” He whispered out, his voice muffled in her shoulder.

“You’re welcome, Reese.”

[samheughanswife]

The world is literally on fire. War, famine, the senseless slaughter of children and catastrophic climate disasters. Add in a 🇺🇸 election that will further shape the future, to say I’m impervious to the name calling and puerile rhetoric from the chattering chorus would be an understatement.

But, but Sam, Caitriona.

I’ve been asked about my absence here and all of the usual questions, considerate and downright rude. Tumblrinas who think they know me giving updates on my status in the Apps and DM here with zero substantive information. It’s 🙄

What do I see here.

The same tired and redundant tropes. Years old videos and photos. Years old reblogs. Its cringeworthy. It’s so embarrassing. Relationships evolve as do the people in the said relationship. They are not the same young, naive in the first flush of love people.

I’m not interested in 7B. 7A was not great. I’m not interested in hanging around waiting for the same old and never different promo, interviews and fan engagement. And I’m absolutely not going to be here for S8, at the end of 2025. The filler until then will be the same old, as mentioned above.

Stale ancient history on repeat. If we are all still here and the world isn’t at war my attention will be elsewhere.

Observations. Sam has fully embraced his Chris Hemsworth era. Multiple rings, necklaces, bracelets and those shirts. Next up perhaps a fitness health hub broadcast channel , similar but different, moving away from MPC. It will happen. We all know that MPC is on notice. He will need to shed the diehard Sam only’s who are in MPC. He will start pitching to get male fans and incorporate it with the booze business. Chris is very much his muse.

Will it be successful? Only if he takes the risky route and moves away from easy money that are the booze buying diehard fans and the Cons. Difficult to walk away from easy money though.

Caitriona will struggle to get roles that aren’t the wife,mother in a co-star role. Perhaps she will do what other older actress have done in their 40’s. Have a production company, hustle to get great material and produce the type of interesting and original material that could keep her active in the industry.

She will be up against it though. Nicole Kidman is everywhere right now ( who remembers that bitchy comment and parody that Caitriona made about Nicole? It may have already come back to bite.) Reese Witherspoon is a powerhouse and is not just producing but starring in many projects. They are just two in a competitive landscape of 40/50 something actresses hustling. Maybe she will embrace the other genre of the moment, podcasts. Idea- she and Garance could enter the arena talking about doppelgängers, fashion and beauty. I’d listen 😉

Caitriona will ultimately be forced to do what she has hated doing these past few years, be active in SM engagement and communication with her fan base. Add in balancing motherhood with an older child that can’t be hidden forever.

I wish both the very best success. They are fortunate to have financial security and can afford to be considered and cautious moving forward.

🔮 NYCC - Sam will be groomed by Melissa and the curls will be chopped. If patterns are the same, and he is nothing if not predictable, then it’s a yes with much kvetching across the dash.

Just read this book and thought of Sam. I really hope he is able to get an Everest project done.

Love my gifted tote from the July NATO summit. It’s concerns like NATO membership, diplomacy to guide the Middle East away from war and to stop right wing authoritarianism that occupy my energy and time.

[devilishchaos]

aventuras em Miami | Rúben Dias Imagine

Rating / genre: M (18+); filthy smut, fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Summary: Y/N and Rúben go on a vacation with Rúben's friends, in Miami. Y/N surprises him with sex chocolate.

Warnings: Explicit smut, oral sex (f receiving), explicit talk, unprotected vaginal penetration (don't do it!!! stay safe!), hair grabbing, use of pet names "baby", "babe", size talk just for a sec

Word Count: 4 277 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

The sunglasses that were once placed on top of your head, now sat on the bridge of your nose in order to block out the blazing rays of the sun on this record breaking, hot day in Miami. The sand underneath your feet felt soft, yet crunchy at the same time and very hot. A cool, light breeze had your hair blowing. The water was calm enough to be safe for those that wanted to play in the water, but still provided big enough waves for surfers to ride comfortably behind the scattered swimmers. In the sky there wasn’t a cloud in sight, which meant you were going to need help lathering sunscreen on your skin by your ever helpful and willing boyfriend - Rúben. 

Speaking of Rúben - him, Ivan and their two friends, Nuno and João, were currently riding jets in the middle of the ocean, so you used the opportunity to go explore the shop that caught your attention while you guys were making your way to the beach. A sex shop. Exciting. 

A red haired woman, approximately your age, looks up from the counter at the tinkling of the bell, signifying someone coming into the store. 

“Um, hello..“ you say timidly. 

“Can I help you?” she asks pleasantly, seeing you glance around the shop at all the various dildos and sex toys.

“I was wondering what these chocolates do..those over there..“ you pointed to the chocolate pieces, placed in front of the window, next to the front door. 

“Do you know what you’re looking for specifically?” 

“Mmm..not really.” you shake your head, “I’ve never used one. I want to surprise my boyfriend.” 

“Alright. Good choice by the way.” she smiled and pulled out, from underneath the till, a tray with said chocolates on display. “So this is pleasure-boosting dark chocolate with high-quality natural ingredients to increase your sex performance. It stimulates blood flow, enhances performance and increases sex drive. Consists of 60% dark chocolate, epimedium, maca root and DHEA. One block consists of two servings - one for you and one for your partner. You take it, wait 30 minutes and enjoy your time.” 

“I’ll take a pack, please.” you were really intrigued at this point. 

The employee wrapped it up nicely for you “Have fun.” 

“Thank you. Have a great day.” you smiled and made your way back to the beach. 

*

You were back at the hotel and were currently getting ready to go to dinner. 

“What did you do while we were jet riding?” Rúben asked you as he was coming out of the bathroom. 

“Umm..” you played with your earrings “I..got us..something.” you turned around to face him as he was putting his watch on his wrist. 

“You got us something?” Rúben looked at you puzzled. “And what is it?” 

“Chocolate.” you hold up the package for him to see. 

Rúben frowns, far away enough to not be able to read the words on the front “I could have bought you Reese's cups or something.” 

“This is not..It’s a different kind of chocolate..” you grin wickedly “..have you heard of tabs chocolate?” 

“Are they that fancy ass company that charges, like, $60 per bar?” Rúben puts his wallet in his pant’s pocket. 

“No.” you laugh “These have aphrodisiacs in them.”

“Aphrodisiacs?” your boyfriend hums with a furrowed brow “Isn’t that-?”

“It’s sex chocolate.” you finally reveal your secret to him “You up for a bit more exercise today?” 

“Sex-ercise you mean?” Rúben rushes to your side with a shit-eating grin, far too proud of his shitty joke. He's grabbing for the chocolates but you snatch them away, giggling. 

“We take them now and have to wait like 30 min, for it to kick in.” 

“Oh, spicy!” he laughs, tugging the box out of your hands, and scanning the cover “You want to take these now? See who can last longer without touching the other?” 

“How strong can this little square be?” you grumble, snatching the little foil squares from their places “Okay, break..” you snap the square in two “..bite..” you hold Rúben’s portion out for him, letting him take it from your hand. His trimmed beard prickles against your skin and you bite back a giggle, stuffing your mouth with chocolate instead. 

The chocolate is savory and bitter on your tongue, with just the right amount of sugar. You don’t get to swallow the chocolate and finish their signature slogan before Rúben has wolfed down his bar, tossing the package on the side table and surging for your lips “..bang.”

The kiss he drags you into nearly buckles your knees. It’s intense and hot, the chocolate coating his tongue and his fingers that dig into your waist as he tugs you closer, making it hard for you to breathe. 

“Mmf..Rúben!” you gasp, dragging in a lungful of air that he’d practically stolen from you with that kiss. He’s eager to touch you, to feel you, to taste you as his lips never part from your skin, dragging down your neck, to the spot just under your jaw that makes your stomach tingly. 

“Let’s get going or we will be late.” and with that you were up for an exciting evening. 

*

Dinner was absolute torture. 

Rúben always looks good in your eyes, but tonight he somehow looked even better. His sun kissed skin, peeking out from underneath his light blue shirt, made your head spin. His hand on your thigh seemed to leave a burnt imprint on your delicate skin. The air seemed to not be enough, no matter that you were seated outside. 

“How strong can this little square be?” my ass. You were currently beating yourself up internally as you were all seated in the V.I.P section in one of the most popular Miami nightclubs, a U-shaped couch with a table in the middle and then a small section in front of it for people to dance and mingle. You were sitting in the corner with Rúben, his arm around your shoulders as you both tried to seem relaxed. You had to admit, with uni and the internship and Rúben’s busy schedule, you didn't really get to spend much quality time with each other. So this vacation was more than welcomed. 

You were currently 3 drinks and 5 shots deep, laughing at something Ivan and Nuno were bickering over, when Rúben’s face suddenly got closer to yours as he whispered in your ear.

“I'm gonna go to the bathroom.”

“Okay.” you shot him a smile and pecked his lips quickly before he got up and left the area. You were kind of disappointed honestly, because you expected him to have broken your guy’s agreement two hours ago. 

“Come on, let's do some more shots.” you yelled over the music. Ivan grabbed the bottle of alcohol from the table and lined you both up with two shots each. 

“You guys are crazy, man.” Nuno shook his head. 

When Rúben returned, he found you and Ivan hysterically laughing, the half filled bottle of alcohol he'd left you with was now empty and a waitress was placing another bottle on the table. Rúben smirked to himself as he stepped closer to you and Ivan. 

“Hi, baby.” you rushed over to Rúben, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he grinned as you nodded, you both shared a sloppy kiss before you went back to dance with Ivan. 

Rúben mingled with his friends, spoke to a few people and was enjoying his evening as well when you plopped yourself down next to him, his hand naturally falling onto your thigh as you wrapped one arm around his forearm. 

“You okay, meu amor?” he turned to look at you, your head resting on his shoulder and your eyes closed. 

“You look so good right now..” you lured yourself into his lap. Lightly grabbing you by the neck Rúben pulled you into a kiss. 

As the kiss went on, it got deeper and more needy. Rúben slowly trailed his kisses off of your lips, kissing down your neck to your shoulders. He had rotated you to the front, with your back facing him. He was rubbing all over your thighs while still kissing on your neck. 

Without any words, Rúben grabbed your hips and started grinding your ass on his lap to the rhythm of the song. You knew what he wanted you to do, so his moves soon became your own. You took over grinding yourself into his lap, moving your hips to the beat. You could feel him rubbing and smacking your ass, and you were glad that it was almost too dark into the club so pretty much nobody could see you two. Rúben was clearly turned on, you could feel his hard on under you, ever so slightly brushing against your heat at times, making you go absolutely crazy for him. 

At this point Rúben was ready to take you home. He reluctantly slid you out of his lap only for the fact that his friends were soon gonna be flooding back into the section. He draped both of your legs over one of his and you leaned in to kiss him one last time. 

“Take me home, Rúben.” you both smiled before excusing yourselves and leaving the club. 

Rúben held onto your body as he navigated you through the club, your feet hurting from the shoes you were wearing and it was making it impossible for either of you to get very far without you needing to stop. Once you got outside, Rúben sat you in the car and helped you take off your shoes. The car you were in was luxurious, the seats were ridiculously comfy, so you instantly relaxed into them, your legs stretching out so your feet were resting on Rúben's lap as he sat opposite you. 

Back at the hotel, you had barely put your bag on the counter before you were pushed into it, a gasp left your mouth as Rúben trapped you. Hands on your shoulders, hips pressed into your ass, firmly keeping you in place. 

“I can’t believe you made us take these damn chocolates. I already wanted to fuck when we got home from the beach.” His deep voice in my ear. 

“Yeah..” I whispered softly, gripping the counter. Your head fell against his shoulder, his hands running over your front as he trailed kisses from your cheek to your neck. 

“How am I supposed to keep my hands off of you, hm?” he hums, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. He sucks a patch of skin just to the left of your throat, one that makes you grab the counter even harder “You’re so fuckin’ sexy, don’t need a chocolate to think that.” 

“I want you so bad, babe..” you whine and you take his hand. It's rough and strong from all the hard work he puts in the gym. It curls around yours and you lead him to your bedroom, letting him sit on the edge of the bed while you slip your dress off, leaving you only in your panties in front of his wild wandering gaze. 

“Come here..” Rúben calls softly and you get closer to stand in front of him, in between his muscular thighs. 

When his large hands slide up your thighs, smoothing over the fabric of your panties, you inhale deeply. He gives you a few moments of silence and they’re anything but comfortable. Tension is thrumming through every vein in your body, concentrated on whatever shapes Rúben's palms were drawing on your skin. He massages your thighs, but his thumbs edge up the curve of your ass, closer to their target. His fingers knead and squeeze at the soft flesh of your inner thighs, paying special attention to the hypersensitive skin between your cunt and your thighs. When he ghosts his fingernail over the crease there and you clench your thighs together, he knows he’s got you. 

Rúben gets up from the bed, your innocent eyes follow his every move. He places his hands on your waist and with one swift move you are already laying on your back, on the bed, and he is hovering over you. The second your lips are in his line of sight, he’s on them. His own press enthusiastically to yours, a heavy pant released into your mouth as he braces his knees on the mattress. 

“I can't fucking take it anymore.” he groans, choking out his words in between kisses. His tongue is sloppy, licking up your own like he’s trying to swallow it. 

You’re having trouble focusing with his tongue lapping sensually at your own in smooth, eager strokes and his fingers skillfully pinching at your left nipple. When you jolt into his touch, your hips buck up and you feel his hard cock against your eager core, through his pants. 

Rúben hums approvingly into the kiss, parting with a sloppy trail of saliva and speaking hotly against your lips “So needy..gonna grind this pussy all over me?” 

“Ahh yes..fuck me Rúben. Please, fuck me..” you manage to breathe out he sucks harshly at the skin of your neck. You accentuate your words with another desperate roll of your hips, grinding your clothed cunt over his bulge. He's straining in the fabric of his boxers, a fact that makes your mouth water, and Rúben tears himself away from your neck to wrestle with his undergarments.

He knows you’re aching, burning with desire, because he is, too. His cock bounces free of his boxers and stands hard, angled towards his stomach and oozing pre-cum. It’s the most sexy sight you’ve ever taken in, you will never get tired of it. 

Rúben hisses as his thumb carasses against your panties, his fingers slip beneath the hemline. He feels your slick soaking through the fabric at the slightest pressure from his single finger, revealing just how wet you’ve gotten while waiting for him. 

“Oh my God, you’re dripping, meu amor.” Rúben groans, his voice thick and lustful as his face screws up in concentration, his sexy accent coming through. 

“R-Rúben, pleasee..” 

Rúben chuckled against the waistband of your panties, his hands hooked there and he pulled them down slowly, the material making your legs tingle from how gently Rúben removed them from you. He shifted further down the bed so that his head was right between your legs, and he leaned in closer and closer..you jumped when the cool tip of his nose brushed against your core and Rúben shushed you gently. The noise sent a vibration through you and you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to sink into the sound, finding comfort within the very person, who was making your blood sing in your veins. 

Rúben dived right in for a taste. He kissed your inner lips the way he usually kissed your mouth and you gasped, your hips arching up off the mattress to get closer to Rúben’s touches. He tested the waters with kitten licks, slow and careful, and he groaned at the taste of you. Like a switch had been flicked, Rúben’s hands curl around the plush flesh of your thighs so he could hold you open as he pressed his face into your folds, his tongue now beginning to explore your folds with a heated passion unlike anything you had ever experienced. You couldn’t help but to squeeze your thighs around Rúben’s head and the man groaned yet again, the sound sent another shockwave through your core. 

“Ohh..Rú- Rúbenn..” his name fell from your parted lips like a prayer, as your pleasure heightened. You could feel the mattress beneath you moving as Rúben rutted into it at the same pace that his tongue moved against your core. 

“Ah, baby..” you gasp, face pinched in half ecstasy, half dread as he sucks at your clit “..please, no..I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it.” he urges, tongue licking a long, wet, slick stripe up your cunt before diving back between your folds “Cum on my face, baby. Come on, give it to me.”

“No. Want- I want to cum..with you inside of me..please..I need- need your dick!” you reach for his face, sitting up in your pleasured haze. 

“You can have it.” he promises, fingers coming to bully your puffy clit while he focuses his tongue on your vagina “Later.” 

His nose rubbed against your clit with every movement, his hips stuttering now, the rhythm of his mouth broken, but desperate, and the coil within your stomach tightened. Your thighs clenched, your core did the same around nothing and that coil within you snapped. Your orgasm crashed over you, through you, like a tidal wave and for just a moment - your mind, body and soul all merged together and you saw stars. 

Rúben is eager to continue even when you’ve finished, licking and sucking desperately at your sensitive pussy. It feels good, but you’re almost too sensitive already and you’re not waiting another second for his cock. 

“No, no..I want- “ Rúben doesn’t let you tell him what you want - he doesn’t have to, he already knows. He knows what you really want is in between his legs, so he surges forward, locking his lips with yours and using the momentum to lay you back down onto the mattress. 

“Oh, fuck..” you breathe, feeling his cock nudge at your sensitive cunt immediately “..fuck me, babe, plea-” he slams into you with no hesitation, hips on a mission to fuse with your own as he rams his cock into you. The rhythm is relentless, more desperate than you’ve ever felt him before, and you clutch at his broad shoulders as he buries his face in your shoulder. 

“Fuck.” he huffs, a grunting, groaning mess “Ugh..you feel so good. Oh, God.” he pants, mouth falling open and tongue flattening against your neck, swiping up over your jaw. His mouth latches there, sucking harshly just beneath your ear at the curve of your jaw. His hips drive the same steady pace into you, filling you up impossibly deep with each pump of his cock. His dick so hot and mind-numbingly hard, probably achingly painful too, as he buries it inside of you to get relief. The more he thrusts the deeper he goes in, until he’s slamming into your sweet spot, balls landing heavy against the curve of your ass as he fucks into you. 

“Rúbenn..” you moan, nails scraping against the tan, toned skin of his back “..don’t- don’t s- stop!” 

“I'm so close, fuck..” he grunts, voice muffled slightly in what you suspect is shame. His libido is strong and he doesn’t usually finish this fast. But with the aphrodisiac in his system you’re not surprised he’s cumming quickly, nor are you put off by it. In fact, you’re exceptionally aroused by it. The feeling of him fucking into you so eagerly, so needy - it gets you going like nothing else. You feel another wave of pleasure begining to creep in. With the constant motion of Rúben’s thick cock and every flex of his tongue over your neck, as he sucks bruises into your skin, you feel your orgasm approaching. 

Apparently, the way that your nails dig into Rúben’s skin is encouragement for him as well. Your thighs tremble from the weight of your previous orgasm, and the impending pressure of your next one, his dick twitches like it’s painful for him to keep it together. 

“It’s okay, baby..” you pant, scraping a hand up his back to cradle the back of his neck. He's still suckling on your neck, tongue and teeth working in tandem to mark your skin “You can cum. Feels sooo good, ughh..you feel so fucking good!” 

Your encouragement seems to help and his dick twitches again. You tug on his hair and his thighs tense. You yank his head back with a fistful of his hair, pulling him out of your neck to kiss him and invite him to occupy his tongue with your own instead of your throat. 

The second your tongue brushes against his own, he cums. It’s like a dam bursting, every ounce of arousal he’d tried holding in, busting from his head straight into your incredibly wet pussy. You’re already slick enough from all of your own release, but his own gushes from the seam between his cock and your vagina. 

“Fuck me. Oh my God.” Rúben pants, the words flowing directly between your lips as he mouths at your mouth. He’s desperate to do something with his mouth, he always has been, and it’s no surprise that he’d taken his time to appreciate your pussy earlier.

He licks over your tongue, his own tucking to the inside of your cheek for a brief second before he sucks at yours again. It only makes your own arousal more intense, and before you know it, your second, possibly more intense orgasm is seizing you, tensing your muscles and spasming through you. 

Rúben cums for a long time, dick twitching and spurting cum the more he makes out with you, and the more your cunt convulses around him. Your kiss is sloppy, it’s messy, there’s drool leaking down the corners of your mouth, and that’s what makes it so effective to stretch out his orgasm. When you’re both sure you couldn’t cum more even if you tried, he slumps over your chest, his full weight on you as he lays panting on your sweaty skin. 

“Fuck..that- ” he groans, voice broken and raspy with strain “that was the best sex we’ve ever had.” 

“Mhmmm..” you nod lazily, enjoying a rare moment of breathing freely “..yeah, we need to use those chocolates again.”

“For sure.” he agrees, his beard prickling against the skin at the slope of your breast “I didn’t think it would work.” 

“I'm glad it did.” you said thoughtfully, and you feel Rúben shift against your thigh, his cock already half-hard again. He grinds it into you, what you think is accidentally, but his groan lets you know it felt nice. 

“Baby..” you start, but he’s already rubbing up against you once more, humping his hardening cock against your thigh.

“I need- I need a little more.” he almost whimpers, tightening his hold on your upper half “Babe, i need more..please.” 

“Okay.” you soothe, kissing his sweaty forehead “Okay, umm..I want to ride you.” You replied. Uttering the phrase felt like jumping over a mental fence. You basically had to force the words past your lips. Although, once they finally escaped, you felt much less shy about it. Speaking so boldly to him felt very empowering. 

“Fuck yes.” He replied and lied on his back next to you, patting his thighs for you to straddle. “Ride me.” He said. It wasn’t a suggestion, it wasn’t a question, it was a command. It makes your knees feel wobbly and your legs feel like jelly. 

You obliged, straddling his body. “Watch me.” You commanded back, your eyes meeting his and a moan escaped his lips. He sat up on his elbows and obeyed, watching as you slid your soaked core up and down his dick. 

“Oh my god, fuck!” His eyes widened and his hands grabbed at your thighs. 

You took his dick in your hand and slowly guided it to your entrance, sitting down on him and taking him deep into your core. 

“Oh, fuck..you feel so big.” You said. You felt a small sting as he stretched your walls, but carried on. 

“A-and your wet little pussy is so fucking tight.” The words barely escaped his mouth as he was breathless. He stayed propped up on his elbows to get a full view. 

You began to slowly rock your hips, grinding your clit against his pubic bone, feeling him twitching inside of you. You moaned at the sensation, but he moaned louder. 

“Fuck- move up and down..” He said, his eyes glued to the spot that your bodies collide “Let me see my dick disappear inside of you.” 

You gasped at his filthy mouth once again, but granted his wishes. You moved your legs around so that you could stand on your feet and began moving up and down, bouncing on his dick, feeling how he stretched you with each motion. The new angle gave you new pleasure, he was hitting spots you never even knew existed before. 

“O-oh my god, baby-“ your voice was shaking. You knew at this point you weren't going to last much longer. And quite frankly, he wasn't going to either. 

“Yeah? Feels good?” You barely heard him say through the fog of your pleasure. 

“Yes, Rúben! Fuck..feels- oh, so good..” You were unable to form words.

You shouted, unsure of what you were even saying, as pleasure overtook your entire body. 

Your vision went white and the world became a blur. You didn’t even know if he had finished - by the time you came to your senses it was all over. You had collapsed onto his chest and his arms were around you, as he whispered god knows what into your ear. You truly were on another planet.

“..so fucking good. You were so fucking good.” He praised you. 

“What?” You mumbled out, blinking your eyes a few times as you grounded yourself, which caused you to giggle. 

“Are you alright, meu amor?” Rúben asked you, a smile could be heard in his voice. 

“Wonderful.” You hummed. You didn’t want to move. Your body melted into his. “I like filthy sex with you, Rúbes.” 

“I like any kind of sex with you.” Rúben said as he kissed your forehead. 

[waterloggedsoliloquy]

mutual 1: sorry the update for my webcomic this week is a bit late! i really had to rush it so it prolly looks really sloppy lol [some of the most sophisticated comic art ive ever seen]

mutual 2: call me uterine lining the way astarions cervix got me bleeding profusely

mutual 3: do you think nanowrimo will give me a posthumous pity publishing deal if i mention it in my suicide note

mutual 4: okay fine i finally started revolutionary girl utena

mutual 5: does columbo know the service he did for butch lesbians. for all of us

mutual 6: wish you were here [blurry picture set of conifer woods in early autumn evening, taken as if frantically running down a winding trail]

mutual 4: im pretty hardy i dont need the trigger list but thanks for looking out for me guys

mutual 7: good morning lovelies another day the wizard tried to best me and another day i successfully locked him in the spare bathroom lol hope u like drinking shampoo fucker

mutual 8: here is a zip of every yuri manga scan i have and here is a backup in case i get dcma'd. the himejoshi lifestyle will never die

mutual 9: i wish i could go back in time to the shinzo abe assassination and ask to hold the doohickey

mutual 10: here's my essay on how wanting to be loved is the same as wanting to be eaten. three paragraphs in you'll find out that this is 100% tied to an obscure beauty and the beast manga i've been reading lately and how much i want to fuck the beast

mutual 4: oh thats why there was the trigger list.

mutual 11: YOU CAN'T LOCK ME IN THIS BATHROOM FOREVER

mutual 12: why do i have to defend my thesis to people i dont even respect. im not dickriding you just give me the degree

mutual 13: its just me and this scab ive picked into my scalp against the world

mutual 14: my little dragon got glazed and is ready to go into the kiln! everyone wish him good luck!

mutual 3: nvm i am a beautiful genius. perhaps the most beautiful genius of all

mutual 15: i think we should give david lynch rpgmaker and whatever happens happens

mutual 16: kpeyboaatrds brpokem gpuys

mutual 17: also heres my work in progress glossary of mixtec words! i still have a long way to go but i love being able to preserve my roots even in this small way

mutual 4: i just finished the black rose arc. question: what

mutual 18: i need emet-selch to be my wife

mutual 19: i need glados to be my husband

mutual 20: visited the ocean today!!! <3 beach pics!!! there is a darkness growing within me

mutual 21: the forms for my legal name change came in. pls vote in this poll of what my middle name should be: Dill Pickle (Dickle for short), Optimus Prime, Tumblr User Gorgonicteratologist, Smeve

mutual 22: just finished my 100th book of the year! this weeks read was the uses of enchantment by the psychologist bruno bettelheim,

mutual 23: reeses penis butter cups lol

mutual 4: i need to hunt akio for sport

mutual 24: oouugghhrgh. hot. dog.

mutual 25: your favorite character or fictional other would want you to brush your teeth and wash your face so you're well rested and wake up feeling refreshed! make them proud!

mutual 26: being a delivery driver isnt the worst job ive ever had but i do keep wondering what itd be like to drive off into the wild blue yonder one day and not come back

mutual 27: weird dog? [phone picture of critically endangered stork]

mutual 28: i think the two phone line polls in front of my house are having a lovers tryst. no way to prove it tho

mutual 4: WHAT

mutual 29: while you bitches are balduring your gates or finalling those fantasies im doing what a REAL gamer does. playing a b tier rpg that came out in 2004 for the 18th time

mutual 30: ^ real. hamtaro ham ham heartbreak is a masterpiece of interactive art. im not even going to call it a video game at this point

mutual 4: THAT'S HOW IT ENDS?! ANTHY?

mutual 31: can you help me pick which drawing looks better: 34% overlay or 36% soft light?

mutual 32: new video essay out. its called disability in video game narratives: final fantasy 14's most reliable fault. i churned the script out over an all-nighter and my mic crapped out halfway through but by god i did it

mutual 33: my new zine bundle is out! if you buy it you also get a discount on all my game jam games! i really cant wait for you to play them!

mutual 4: yall should watch revolutionary girl utena

[starkwlkr]

Can we please not let Reese become the forgotten middle chile and have some headcanons about him? 🙏🏻

anon, ily, as the middle child reese is my man <3 fun fact: i only named him reese after reese from malcolm in the middle lol here’s some reese headcanons for you <3

He’s introverted but if he’s comfortable with a person, he’ll talk more (LOL MEEE)

His favorite movies are mostly musicals

Is allergic to cats but wants one

Ok so growing up all his friends were either the youngest or oldest in their family so he felt left out bc he’s the middle child and some kid told him the only reason he’s the middle child is because his parents didn’t like him so they had another baby and poor baby reese cried on the way home and was convinced you and hugh didn’t love him

dw you let him know he was loved 🥲

mama’s boy 100%

You and reese bond over old hollywood movies so whenever you’re both free you watch old movies

he wants to have a career in film to like a director or screenwriter (my fav nepo baby)

Jeff Buckley enthusiast

^^also the reason why he learned to play guitar

Won’t admit it to anyone but he keeps journals where he writes movie ideas and his dream is to make a movie with you and hugh as the leads

These are the only ones I can think of at the moment but dw reese will never be the forgotten middle child 😭🫶🏻

[agaypanic]

could you do reese wilkersons reaction to finding out his gf also likes scsry movies like him? thanks love your work 💕

Unconventional Valentine's Day (Reese Wilkerson X Reader)

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Summary: Reese finds out you like scary movies while on a Valentine’s Day date.

A/N: shitty title bc i couldn’t think of a good one. could kind of be seen as a fic version/extension of these valentines day headcanons i did with reese, but it’s written as a stand alone thing

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When Valentine’s Day came around, generic activities and gifts came to Reese’s mind. Get you chocolates and flowers, maybe have a romantic lunch or dinner with a movie.

The day started with Reese showing up at your house with a picnic basket in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. After you put the flowers in a vase of water, you locked up the house and hopped in the car that Reese’s dad let him borrow. After a short drive, you found yourselves at the park.

“Reese, this is delicious.” You said after swallowing a large bite of the food he had made for you. You leaned over and pecked him on the lips, smiling as he tried to chase after you when you pulled away. “My compliments to the chef.”

“I think the chef wants some more compliments,” Reese said before kissing you again.

After your lunch was devoured, the two of you laid down on the blanket that was spread out on the ground, soaking up the sun.

“It’s a bit early to go back home,” Reese spoke, thumb rubbing over the back of your hand. You turned your head to look at him just to find that he was already looking at you. “Wanna go see a movie or something?”

“Sure!” You grinned, sitting up with some excitement.

After cleaning everything up, you and Reese returned to the car and drove to the movie theaters. Reese didn’t know any of the showings, but he mentally prepared himself for some lovey-dovey movie and the inevitably crowded theater.

The parking lot was a bit packed when you arrived; Reese felt lucky to find a relatively close spot. You were practically dragging him in by the hand.

“So what do you wanna see?” He asked, reaching for his wallet that sat in his back pocket. Your eyes flitted over the list of movies on the wall and gasped in excitement.

“How about The Ring?!” You asked, and Reese’s reaction made you giggle. “I heard it’s good.”

For a moment, your boyfriend thought you were joking around. He had been ready for you to say the name of a new chick flick or something similar. A movie that everyone else seemed to be lining up for. Not a horror movie.

“Are you sure?” Reese asked. Maybe the title misled you, and you didn’t really know what the movie was about.

“Yeah!” You responded enthusiastically. “Don’t you like scary movies?”

So you did know what the movie was about. But that didn’t make Reese any less confused.

“Yeah… Do you?”

“Duh!” You laughed. “I wouldn’t suggest it if I didn’t wanna see it. So should we see that or something else?”

Without warning, Reese kissed you, hands planted firmly on your cheeks. You couldn’t help but giggle when he pulled away, wondering what had provoked him to do that.

“And I thought you couldn’t be any more perfect.” Reese mused, making you blush and laugh again. “Come on! Let’s hope it’s not sold out!” 

Reese dragged you to the counter and, when it was your turn, got two tickets and a giant tub of popcorn, despite having already eaten lunch. You were both surprised but delighted to find your theater empty, save for a few couples scattered about. You were able to snag two seats in the dead center, giving you the perfect view of the screen ahead of you.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Reese.” You say, leaning your head on his shoulder as the previews played.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.” He responded, kissing the top of your head before focusing on the screen.

***

Malcolm in the Middle Taglist: @rattilol

Reese Wilkerson Taglist: @hollymaybank @theogirlovermattheogirl

[space-matt]

Jokes in life - death

chris.sturniolo x fem.reader

summary: One joke too many could cost the life of someone…maybe.

request: yes -> anon

cw: use of y/n, fake chocking, fake death, swear

author's note: after a long time I'm back with a small part that I managed to write between commitments. I hope you can enjoy it all the same. Tell me your opinions! ♡

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English is not my first language, if you see grammar and typing mistakes, I apologize in advance! I just ask you not to be rude to me ♡

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''Oh for your information it's not true,'' you say, pointing your finger at Chris's chest as you walk the streets of your neighborhood with your favorite ice cream.

Almost every night you ended up heading to your hiding place, the roof of a building abounding along the end of two streets further on. But this one, in particular, you just wanted to walk and look around.

''So it's not true that you went out with Mike the other day?'' Chris asks stopping in place to see how your expression changed from calm to surprise ''Yeah we went out but only because we're lab partners, that's all Chris'' you reply continuing to eat the ice cream from the cone that was melting in the meantime.

''The fact is it's not that I don't trust you but-'' in the middle of the sentence you start coughing but Chris continues to blink not caring about the noise coming from his beside.

‘'C-Chris'' you pronounce with difficulty and only at that moment the boy realize that you are choking ''OH JESUS'' he exclaims starting to pat you on the back but it seems to have no effect 

< Stay calm Chris > you hear pronounced from his panicked mouth, and only then do you decide to end your charade.

'' Gotchaaaa'' you exclaim laughing as you see his bewildered face '' Are you fucking kidding me y/n?! It's not fucking funny, at all'' he says waving his arms and shaking his head.

From this episode, you have inaugurated the session of jokes for years, from the obvious to the serious ones.

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Chris had been meticulously planning the ultimate prank for weeks, determined to pull off the prank of the year.

He wanted to recreate a home invasion robbery, a prank that was both extreme and daring but would undoubtedly earn him the top spot on the leaderboard. 

As it stood, he was currently in first place, followed by Matt, Chris, and finally Nick.

Chris spent hours preparing for the prank, carefully plotting every detail to ensure its success. He knocked over chairs and moved furniture, creating a mess that would make it look like a real break-in had occurred. 

With everything in place, all he had to do was pretend to be hurt to make the prank look authentic. 

As he made his way upstairs to Nick's room, he remembered the fake blood that Nick had used for his Halloween costume and decided to use it to add to the realism of the prank.

You, on the other hand, were at the supermarket with Matt and Nick, picking up the necessary items for their next video titled < Let's Try the Odd Pairings > As you walked through the aisles, you noticed a Reese's bunny on the shelf and thought it would be a nice treat for Chris. 

You picked it up and added it to the cart, continuing to gather the other ingredients needed for the video.

As you pulled your car into the driveway, you noticed something strange. The front door of your house was slightly ajar.

You quickly parked the car and grabbed your grocery bags, approaching the door with a sense of unease. As you got closer, you could see that the door was open just enough to let someone slip inside.

With confusion etched on your face, you cautiously pushed the door open and stepped inside. That's when you saw it - the house was in a state of utter chaos. Furniture was overturned, drawers were pulled out, and things were scattered everywhere.

Your mind immediately went to Chris. You called out his name ‘’Chriss..?’’ your voice trembling with fear. As you searched each room, your panic grew.

There was no sign of Chris anywhere. Your heart racing, you finally entered his bedroom, where you found him lying on the floor, his eyes closed and a red spot on his chest.

‘’CHRIS’’ You rushed to his side, shaking him and calling out his name, but he didn't respond. You started to panic ‘’GUYSS CALL AN AMBULANCE NOW!!!' you shouted to get the attention of the other two, who were rightly part of the prank and knew full well what was going on. 

Chris was doing nothing but holding back his laughter, and being as calm as possible to get completely into the part

''Oh my god what have they done to you? Oh god I can't lose you, what am I going to do without you? I didn't even have the guts to tell you how much I've liked you since we were kids, how safe you make me feel and how much I love your dimple when you smile'' you say all in desperation as salty tears roll down your face 

''WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS? WE NEED HELP!'' You scream starting a real hysterical cry, only at that moment do Nick and Matt enter, who seeing you in this state decide to put an end to the joke, realizing that this has gone a bit too far

''C'mon Chris get up'' exclaims Matt coming towards you and placing a hand on your shoulder noticing your trembling.

You find yourself in a state of confusion as your vision remains hazy, and it takes a moment for you to realize that Chris has opened his eyes and is staring at you. You rub your eyes with the sleeve of your sweatshirt and whisper, ''...what?''

Chris, sensing your disorientation, informs you that it was all a prank. He pulls you in for a hug, but you push him away, still reeling from the shock of the experience ’’It's a fucking joke, what's wrong with you idiot’’ you express your anger and frustration 'I thought something bad happened to you and the stain-'' you say feeling more tears streaming down your face pointing on his chest ''-you went too far’’ You explain that his prank had triggered your anxiety.

As you sit on the edge of your bed, you feel a wave of emotions wash over you. You feel overwhelmed and suffocated, and the only thing you can think of doing is hiding in the bathroom.

You slowly make your way to the bathroom and shut the door behind you, hoping to find some solace within its walls.

Once inside, you lean against the sink and let out a deep sigh. You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes, and you know you won't be able to hold them back for long.

You rest your hands on the sink and let the tears flow freely, trying to release all the pent-up emotions that have been building inside you.

As you cry, memories of the past come flooding back to you, making you feel even more vulnerable and exposed. You can't help but think about the people you have lost in your life, and the thought of losing someone else fills you with dread.

You find yourself caught in a vicious cycle of bad thoughts, unable to break free.

Suddenly, you hear a knock on the door, ''Y/n can I come in?'' Chris asks from behind the door. You hesitate for a moment, not wanting to let anyone in, but the sound of his voice is enough to break through your walls. ''I don't want to see you'' you say try to compose yourself, wiping away the tears from your face.

''Please'' Chris pleads, his voice full of sadness and regret. You know he's crossed a line, but you also know that he cares about you deeply. With a heavy heart, you snap the lock so he can enter, preparing yourself for whatever comes next.

As he wraps his arms around you, you can feel his warm embrace, but you remain stiff at first. However, when his hands start caressing your back, you can't help but give in to the moment and relax. You let out a deep sigh as you feel his fingers trace gentle circles on your skin.

"I'm sorry," he whispers into your hair, his voice filled with remorse. "I shouldn't have pushed myself any further"

He pulls back slightly, looking deep into your eyes. You can see the concern etched on his face as he takes in your tear-stained cheeks.

After a few moments of silence, you finally speak up. "Don't ever do that again, please...I seriously thought the worst" Your voice is soft and shaky as you try to hold back more tears.

He takes a deep breath and continues "I swear, in fact, let's get rid of the prank contest...we're old enough for these things now. Are you in?" He takes your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I'm in" you reply with a little smile. "They're not for me anymore" he can't help but smile back, and you’re feeling grateful for his understanding and support.

After feeling overwhelmed and needing to calm down, you took some time to freshen up in the bathroom. Once you were ready to rejoin the group, you found Chris waiting for you outside the bathroom, ready to change his soiled T-shirt.

You both made your way up the stairs and into the living room where you were pleasantly surprised to find that Matt and Nick had taken it upon themselves to clean up the mess that had been created earlier.

As you settled into the comfortable surroundings of the living room, Chris reached out and took your hand, leading you out to the balcony where the sun was setting. You both sat down on the footstools and with your legs resting on the coffee table, you looked out at the beautiful view.

After a few moments of silence, Chris spoke up, saying, "What a day" you couldn't help but chuckle at his remark and responded with "For me we can also eliminate"

Chris then turned to you and asked "So... what you told me before is true?" you played coy and asked "Which of the many things?" knowing exactly what he was referring to, he replied with a pointed, "You know what”.

It seems that Chris is highly perceptive when it comes to your body language, even when you try to hide things.

You may have believed that he never pays attention to you, but the reality is quite different. The two of you have had feelings for each other since you were young, yet you both seem to be oblivious to this fact.

Despite your attempts to conceal your emotions, it appears that Chris can sense what you’re feeling, and perhaps he feels the same way.

As you bask in the warmth of the sun, lost in your thoughts, you hear a familiar voice calling out to you. You turn to see him standing there, his hand waving in front of your face. "Y/n, are you there?" he asks, his eyes meeting yours. 

You feel a jolt of surprise at the sudden interruption, but quickly compose yourself and respond with a smile. "Yeah, sorry about that" you say, taking in his appearance, which seems even more striking than usual.

‘’It's true... but you don't have to feel sorry for me, even if you don't have the same feelings as me there's no problem at all, on the contrary, there are better girls than me and-‘’ as you begin to speak, he cuts you off with a gentle kiss on the lips. 

At first, his lips feel firm against yours, but then they soften, and you can feel the warmth of his breath mingling with yours. In that moment, all your doubts and fears melt away, and you find yourself lost in the pleasure of the kiss.

You feel a warm sense of contentment and happiness wash over you as the kiss comes to an end. Your heart races as you hear him whisper on your lips

"I've always liked you Y/n and couldn't wait to kiss you" your mind is filled with a flurry of emotions as he kisses you again, and you can't help but feel grateful for this moment with him. 

The softness of his lips against yours, the gentle touch of his hand on your cheek, and the warmth of his embrace all make you feel alive and loved.

You cherish this moment and hope that it's just the beginning of another journey together.

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911 (Lonestar and the original)

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Paul Strickland

TK Strand

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My Babysitter’s a Vampire

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Now You See Me

Jack Wilder

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Pretty Little Liars

Caleb Rivers

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Shameless

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Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson

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Introduction Post

Dear creature, abstract concept, wildebeest and whoever else stumbles upon this, hello!

My name is Eléonore and I will be your ghost for this evening (see what I did there)

If you are here, it must mean you are a Doctor Who enjoyer or maybe a lost little Teen Wolf/Vampire Diaries fan. If the latter's true, then sorry bug, I rarely ever post about those anymore, the hyperfixation is over :( But if you want some Doctor Who content then hi girl. welcome here I think

So here's a random info dump about me to either trigger your fight-or-flight response or become sisters:

I'm an artist. I mean that's what you call people who create stuff and I do that a lot: I write and I draw and I annoy the shit out of my neighbors by reorganizing my room in the middle of the night (for the sake of architecture)

I almost always take 20 years to answer texts

I haven't really slept since 2016

I'm kind of a dick

If you want to unleash the curse, then you may mention Doctor Who in my presence, or Catherine Tate/Christopher Eccleston/David Tennant

My top 3 Shakespeare plays are Winter's Tale, Much Ado About Nothing and Hamlet

I'm really enthusiastic about literary analysis, zombie apocalypse media, ghost stories, Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind and Beksiński. Like really enthusiastic

I had the biggest obsession with Derek Hale for 10 years to the point where it got embarrassing. Like if you talked shit about Derek I would bite, and after seeing the shitty-ass movie I didn't talk for 3 days

I'm terrified of the dark, that québecois show called Têtes à Claques TV and Gojo Satoru fans

I listen to everything, but my fave genres are probably country, celtic music and whatever you call that other genre that has geniuses like Michael Malarkey, Adrianne Lenker, Jenny Hval, Sharon Van Etten, Vashti Bunyan, Kyla La Grange, Kate Bush, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds etc... like idk what it's called, I just call it cottagegore personally

I also love B-52's, Portishead, Foo Fighters, Sheryl Crow and Minnie Riperton

Favourite foods and drinks are black tea with milk, well-seasoned tomatoes, bananas, goat cheese and honey pizza, and reese's

But I'm also a bit of a raccoon I'll eat anything. even that fake concrete you find in kids' construction kits cause it smells really nice

But please don't give me pears, pineapple or tofu I will spit it in your face

I have adhd, anger issues, dyscalculia and sometimes in the street I look at my feet and then my thumbs because if I don't then I'm afraid I'll teleport. They had me do an IQ test once and said I was below average in some fields. it made me laugh

I kept getting into trouble at school because of how "out of it" I was (I wasn't a troublemaker or anything I just didn't know what was going on)

I'm part of the crowd that thinks humans are more interesting than other animals (sorry bugs I love cat videos as much as the next person but we're just such a fascinating species)

I wanna move to Scotland soon

I had a pet fish once. Philippe. He was nice

I'm bi but I've never had a straight crush on a guy before except maybe Christopher Eccleston and Jean-Pierre Polnareff (from Jojo)

I wonder if one day I'll feel like an adult

My works as of now:

"I'll see you when I fall asleep" (Doctor Who - TenDonna)

[theygotlost]

come play venture bros postcanon tuoys with me? :)

hank isnt interested in higher education or a full time career and he literally wrote down his dream job as "drifter". I see him taking up a lot of odd jobs and sporadic minimum wage stuff but really i believe he was meant for the stage. shallow gravy never makes it big time but they get like the weirdest most random gigs ever and eventually they release a full album and everyone fucking hates it and hank gets called a nepo baby. which is true. but going beyond the music hank is always dressing up and playing characters and ofc there was the time he called himself destiny and refused to take off the strength suit you see where im going with this YEP Destiny is his drag name. and im imagining destiny playing shallow gravy gigs so she'd have a kinda gothy alternative amy lee aesthetic going on and she would slay.

in case you havent noticed I hateee that dermott joined OSI it just feels forced and his buzzcut is ugly. dont worry though I can fix this. the thing about dermott is that he talks a big game but in reality is a pathetic loser. it's like that episode of malcolm in the middle where reese joins the army but crumbles as soon as he's faced with combat training. dermott either drops out or gets kicked out for doing something stupid but either way they probably have to wipe his memory and its like it never happened. outside of shallow gravy i see him doing random blue collar stuff and like... riding dirtbikes and shit. also he was probably lying about having a pilots license but idk maybe he does have one. i think he should have one

dean says he doesnt know what he wants to do with his future so his major at stuyvesant is probably still undeclared rn... but remember that for a while his dream job was "boy reporter" and he even printed that adorable little home newspaper so that points to a career in journalism. in the second half of the show dean's vibe is "im probably transgender but there are supervillains trying to kill me so i don't have time to worry about that right now" and being able to have a (relatively) normal college experience away from home around people her own age would be the final push she needs to start transitioning. also i have this vivid image in my mind of dawn becoming a photographer and i have no idea where it came from but that would fit well with the reporter stuff and she could be a photojournalist! but I also see her being interested in fashion photography and doing all of destiny's glamour shots and stuff so that's her hobby that does outside of work .and she NEEEDS to be an obnoxious twee amateur photographer living in NYC she deserves it she's earned it !!!!!

triana's probably an accomplished sorceress by now!! goddd i miss triana i just want her back. idk if she would move to new york permanently but she would come visit her dad and get to hang out with dawn again. and she's realized shes a lebian and they get back together PLEASEE? :3 im not really sure what she would do with her sorcery powers but I guess she could be a low level superhero? she wouldn't be interested in anything crazy like saving the world but she would have fun busting up low level bank robbers and classic stuff like that and she and jared could hang out. or perhaps she's available for hire and will do magic stuff for whoever

[audristarzz]

MONSTER HIGH DR INTRODUCTION

“Hi! I’m Fayvien! Or.. Fae- whichever I respond to both! My father is the Will O Wisp who met my mother who was a child born from the stars! And then many years later they had me! Along with my siblings Sanal, Yume and my twin brother, Reese! We were enrolled at Haunted High which is where I met my fangtastic ghoulfriends Spectra, Kyomi and River! And even met my boyfriend Porter Giess..But then we had to move to Monster High but luckily for me Spectra came along with me! Now I’m at Monster High and it’s so much more different and clawsome and me and Spectra have a way to go back to the ghost world to visit friends so it works out!”

face claim: gracie mckenna

art done my amazing friend!! fayvien design done by me :)

THIS DIARY BELONGS TO: FAYVIEN O WISP

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name: Fayvien O Wisp

age: 16

monster parents: will o wisp & star child

killer style: I like to wear anything with stars! or anything flowy and frilly! but mostly stars!

freaky flaw: when I get embarrassed or upset I find myself turning into a wisp! it’s humiliating honesty when you’re in the middle of class, something embarrassing happens and poof! you’re a tiny floating blue wisp with everyone staring! thank you dad (not!)

pet: a wisp named whispers

favorite activity: I like to go up into the attic, even if it is creepy but it’s interesting to see all the nice trinkets and maybe find some places to paint at! and to visit the ghost world :P

biggest pet peeve: when I’m trying to go through a wall and instead of walking straight through it, I run into a wall! wisp powers are complicated to navigate when it’s actually needed!

favorite school subject: astronomy! my mother was top of her class, well.. that would make since cause she’s literally a star being but it’s just so interesting!

least favorite school subject: oh my god. gym is the WORST!! At haunted high we never really had gym, or.. we did but it was mostly floating or something that doesn’t involve me having to stand on the ground and run a mile or be hit by basketballs or dodgeballs! favorite color: any shades of purple or blue!

favorite food: frozen yogurt with little sugar toppings on them!

GFFS: Spectra Vondergeist, Twyla Boogeyman, Catty Noir, River Styxx, Kyomi Haunterly, Rochelle Gargoyle, Gigi Grant, CA Cupid

BF: Porter Giess ♡

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

But I think they are J Crew. She is really in the mid-tier market -- Ouch, this one line would've made her SO mad 😂 But that's the truth. And she's looking to lure the uber rich as her customers/patrons/investors. Old money. Born in money, generational wealth, discreet, classy and absolutely loathe nouveau riche especially someone as crass and loud mouthed as Rachel Markle. Another day, another project, another failure and blaming others for that. Same MO in Rachel's universe.

If we're being honest, I think J Crew is also little out of reach for her actual market. J Crew feels pretty solidly in Kate's demographic, if only by the stereotype of who the J Crew woman is. The J Crew woman is a professional, she's focused, she's driven, she's put-together, she's consistent in what she wears/what she does/how she decorates. She may not have the budget for Kate's high street fashion, but she can make do with replikates from the likes of J Crew, Brooks Brothers, Anne Taylor, LOFT, etc. This, by the way, is Reese Witherspoon's audience.

My sense is that Meghan's market is more of the TJ Maxx demographic. People who love a brand name but don't want to pay full price. People that want to be trendy and stylish in every season at all times. People that want artisanal and organic but not at full price. People that want a bargain or a discount that can be easily passed off as "the real designer thing." People who love luxury but love bragging about their discount even more. People who slap "live love laugh"-esque motivational quotes on everything.

There's nothing wrong with being a TJ Maxx girl or a J Crew girl or a High Street girl. You do you.

What's wrong here is Meghan's perception of the market and what's feasible for her. She isn't Gwyneth Paltrow who can get the uber rich/old money/nepo baby crowd. She isn't Reese Witherspoon who can get the middle class/J Crew crowd. She isn't even King Charles who can get the Waitrose crowd, which is the equivalent of the Whole Foods crowd here in the US.

The only audience left, the only space left, in the market is the TJ Maxx/bargain discount retailer crowd. That's where the money and the loyalty is. And it's ultimately who Meghan is. If she was smart, she'd understand that about herself, target the TJ Maxx / Ross / Home Goods / Marshalls group, corner the market there, then scale up once she has a loyal community who can do the marketing for her by talking about the products on social media.

I mean, how much of us are paying ridiculous prices for our favorite lotions, potions, subscriptions, and boxes today? And the only reason most of us put up with those ridiculous prices is because we fell in love with the brand when they were reasonably priced to get our attention.

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Silena and Clarisse Headcanons

okok i know im mainly a marauders girly but also ruegard my beloved i must talk about my sunshine x grumpy girlfriends okay i dont care

Silena’s middle name is Rose and Clarisse uses it as a nickname for her (she melts every time)

picnic dates in the strawberry fields!!

Silena is actually really insecure and Clarisse never misses a moment to tell her how gorgeous she is

when they first started dating, Silena figured Clarisse wouldn’t like affection so she tried to hold back on how touchy she is, but then Clarisse actually ended up loving physical affection

Clarisse is SO possessive (Silena adores it)

when Clarisse first met Silena’s dad, she was really nervous because most parents don’t like her, and Silena takes her dad’s opinion VERY seriously, but he ended up absolutely loving Clarisse and they became really close

on the topic of Silena’s dad, Clarisse didn’t like him when they first started being friends (long before they started dating) because she didn’t trust that he was actually good to Silena (she’s a doormat and thinks the best of everyone)

Clarisse asked Silena out but she was in DISTRESS because she wasn’t fully sure Silena liked girls

double dates with Beckendorf and Malcolm Pace :)

Silena calls Clarisse ‘Risse’ (Reese) when she’s not doing great mentally or physically, and its always a signal for Clarisse to try and clear the rest of her day to spend it with Silena

when Silena’s really upset, she goes nonverbal, and the first few times she did it with Clarisse she was really nervous because she wasn’t sure what Clarisse would think and if she would hate her, but Clarisse ended up learning ASL for her and being really patient 

Clarisse doesn’t listen to music, but Silena is a hardcore Swiftie and is obsessed with Harry Styles

Clarisse spends a lot of time in the Aphrodite cabin because she hates the cramped feeling she gets in the Ares cabin. not that the Aphrodite cabin isn’t cramped, but Silena laying on her chest helps ground her and make her more comfortable

they frequently get in trouble with Chiron for sneaking out of their respective cabins, either to go to each others cabins, or to look at the stars together

almost everyone already liked Silena before they started dating, but after Clarisse announced it to her siblings, they all became super protective over Silena

Silena has only every been in three relationships. the first was when she was fifteen with a mortal boy from school and it was super toxic and only lasted a few months, but he had a lasting impact on her. the second was with Beckendorf because they were to scared to admit that they’re queer and then they eventually broke up (and stayed best friends they’re absolutely soul mates just platonically). the third is Clarisse and she’s been the happiest and healthiest by far

Clarisse had never been in a relationship before but when her and Silena started dating, she actually ended up talking to Annabeth about how to be a good girlfriend, and it was a way of apologising and mending their relationship. not only does Silena make her happy, but dating her helped Clarisse apologise for a lot of her past actions and begin new friendships with people

Silena would NEVER ask Clarisse to change herself, but she does frequently scold Clarisse if she feels she’s been too mean to someone

Clarisse would do literally anything Silena asks

Silena gets so mad when she realises she is actually really attracted to Clarisse’s atrocious fashion sense because it makes her look buff and androgynous as hell

Drew doesn’t like Silena At All because everyone likes her more, and she frequently makes fun of Silena for dating Clarisse. Clarisse couldn’t care less until one day she overhears Drew say something incredibly mean and one of Silena’s biggest insecurities to her and she gets so mad she ends up breaking Drew’s nose. Drew didn’t talk about their relationship or Silena again

Lacy thinks their relationship is absolutely adorable and loves gossiping with Silena about it

Silena was like. never told no as a kid. like she was spoilt rotten and Clarisse had ZERO idea how to navigate that when they first became friends so she just let it slide. then it got worse when they started dating and she never quite learnt how to say no to Silena

Silena got to put makeup on Clarisse one time and she was so excited that she couldn’t sit still (she ended up nearly blinding Clarisse, hence why it was one time only) 

Clarisse absolutely adores when Silena wears cute dresses and miniskirts because she loves walking around holding hands or sitting with her arm around her pretty girlfriend and everyone knowing they stand no chance between them