#not my babygirl Bella though

[eywaseclipse]

What an unbelievably disgusting display of wealth. The dystopian reality of the mega rich flaunting and galavanting for an evening while entire bloodlines get wiped out is astounding. Genuinely. This is the perfect example of eat the rich and late stage capitalism. And all your faves who went to the gala are complicit. Yes all. They’re ALL sellouts.

[abellmunsonmovie]

"Always take care of you"

Word count: 1,904

Warning: F!Reader, age gap (Eddie is in his late 30s/early 40s), swearing, implications of sex, bad parentals (dumped my daddy issues into this one), use of Y/N, pet names (a lot!)

Also if this is not your thing, completely understand! But please do not send any negativity. Thanks! -Bella

The men in your life have always been, to say the least…not great. You and your dad have had a very rocky relationship, he’s an emotionally unavailable asshole, and even though you used to be close…now not so much, it’s been like this for a few years, but oddly enough, you’ve always been close to his friend, Eddie.

You’ve always somewhat looked up to him, he had a cool guitar, he can sing, he’s got tattoos, and most importantly…you could trust him, you felt safe with him.

Today was, unfortunately, familiar, your dad was being a complete ass. He’s questioning your beliefs, your politics, how you dress, the things you like, making you feel like a disappointing child, calling you names, overall just putting you down, and usually you just…defend yourself, get yelled at, then go to your room to calm your nerves, but today, your emotions got the best of you, of course you wasn’t gonna let your dad see that, so you went to your room and called Eddie.

Have you ever told Eddie about how big of an asshole your dad really is? No, one you don’t wanna ruin their relationship, 2 what if Eddie stopped coming around? But Eddie was one of the only people you could trust, with tears falling down your face, you call Eddie, and after a few rings he picks up.

“Hey, kiddo” Eddie says cheerily, he loves talking to you, you're so interesting, and funny, and smart, and overall an amazing kid, you sniffle, “Hey, Eddie” you say with a quivering voice, Eddie hears this and his smile immediately drops, “You okay, babygirl?”, your heart cracks a little more, “Are you at work right now?”, you ask trying to keep it together, “No, d-do you need me to get you? Are you hurt? You need anything?”, this is more concern than your dads ever had for you in your entire life, “Um…yeah can you come get me at the gas station by my house?”, Eddie knows that gas station, he’s been there a thousand times coming from and to your house, “I’m on my way, I’m like 5 minutes away okay, honey?”, you sniffle, “Okay, thanks Eddie”, he smiles softly, “Of course…see you in a sec”, he hangs up the phone, you hurriedly put on a jacket since it’s raining and some shoes, you sneek out of your window and book it to the gas station.

After you get to the gas station you wait there for a few moments, and then you see Eddies van pull up, Eddie gets out of the van, and as soon as you see him you wrap your arms around his waist and hug him, he caresses your head, and holds you close, “I got you, baby…Come on get inside the van before you catch a cold.

Eddie opens the passenger side for you and helps you in, he jogs to the driver's side and starts driving to his place, its silent for a few minutes until Eddie sees you shivering and takes off his leather jacket, “Here baby, put this around you”, you take the jacket and wrap his around yourself, it smells like Eddie. The scent of weed smoke and Eddie’s cologne fills your nose, “Thanks” you murmur, and takes your hand and rubs it with his thumb, “What happened, sweetheart?” he asks sweetly, you sniffle feeling tears burn your eyes, “My…my dad…”, his eyebrows squeeze together, “What about your dad?”, a tear falls from your face, you wipe it away quickly, “He hates me…”, he shakes his head, “Honey your dad does not hate you”, more tears form in your eyes, “Then whys he always making me feel like shit!” you snap, you don’t mea to it just…comes out, Eddie turns the radio down before locking his fingers with yours again, “What…baby…What’s he sayin’?”, you sniffle and wipe your tears, “…He’s always making me feel bad…making fun of me…making sure I know everything I fuck up…he makes me feel like i’m such a failure”, Eddie pulls over and stops you, “Y/N…you are not a failure…you’re beautiful, smart, funny, cool…you’re anything but a failure baby…and if your dad is too fucking dumb or too big of a fucking asshole to know how amazing you are, just know…I know you’re amazing”, your heart shatters, you cry quietly and Eddie leans over the seat and hugs you, “You're a good kid, Y/N…Anyone would be lucky to have you as a daughter…never think anything your dad says is true…cause it’s not, trust me, I’ve known you since you were a little kid…have you said anything to him about this?”, you continue to cry and you nod, “He doesn’t care…says I’m sensitive…asks if I’m on my period”, Eddie clenches his jaw, he’s so angry. so. fucking. angry. Eddie pulls away slowly and wipes your tears away while he holds your face his his hands, “Your staying at my place tonight, ‘kay?”, you nod looking into his eyes, he kisses your forehead and pulls you into another hug, “I’ll take care of you, babygirl…always”, you snuggle into his neck more and nod, he kisses your temple before pulling away slowly before starting the car and driving to the grocery store.

In the grocery store he buys you all of your favorite snacks, favorite sodas, and he buys you your favorite ice cream. Once you get out of the store he drives you to his trailer, he opens the car door for you and you both go inside his home. Eddie puts all the food away, while you sit on the couch, after Eddie finishes putting the groceries away he walks over to you, “Your gonna catch a cold, why don’t you get into some dry clothes, they might be a little big but at least you’re not gonna get sick”, you smile softly and nod, “Thanks Eddie…”, he smiles and walks into his room and picks out an old band tee he thrifted and some grey sweatpants, “Here baby, go change into these”, you take the clothes and go get changed into Eddie’s clothes, after you get dressed you put your hair up into a low ponytail. You walk back out to Eddie, he smiles at how good you look with his clothes on, you walk into the kitchen where he’s standing and he rubs your back while he hugs you, “Feelin’ any better, baby girl?”, you nod and snuggle into his neck, he smiles softly and kisses your hairline, “Good… go pick somethin’ for us to watch while I cook dinner, alright?”, you nod and Eddie smiles as he kisses your head again. You go snuggle up on Eddie’s comfy couch, you throw a blanket over you and you rest your head on a pillow, you turn on your favorite movie and you fall asleep feeling safe and peaceful. Eddie notices this and smiles at your beauty, you look just like an angel, which almost made him more pissed at your dad, why the fuck would you ever be mean to such a sweetheart like you?

After dinner gets done, Eddie makes you and him a plate, and he wakes you up gently, rubbing your arm and kissing your forehead, “Baby… dinners done”, you wake up yawning, you smile at the sight of Eddie, Eddie gives the same warm smile back, you sit up as Eddie hand you your plate, he asks you about the show you put on, letting you ramble about it, you guys watch the show while talking, Eddie seems genuinely interested in the show and into what you have to say about it, during dinner he makes you laugh, he makes you smile, he makes you feel a lot better.

After dinner, Eddie cleans up, while you tell your mom you're staying at Eddie’s for the night, Eddie sits down on the couch and you walk out from his bedroom after getting off the phone with your mom and he smiles at you, making you blush and smile back, “C’mere” he says motioning to sit on his lap, you bite your lip slightly and he pulls you into his lap, making you giggle, “Your so cute, yknow that?” he asks smiling, you smile softly, “Thanks”, he kisses your head and you lay on his shoulder looking up at him, “You got pretty eyes…” you mutter, he looks you in your eyes, “Thank you, sweet girl” he says brushing some strands of hair out of your face, you blush and feel your heart beat faster, he caresses your face, you snuggle into his neck whining softly, “What is it, baby?”, you whimper softly, “Sleepy”, he smiles and picks you up, “You can sleep in my bed”, he carries you to his bed and covers you up before kissing your cheek, “Night, sweets”, as he begins to walk away, you grab his fingers, “Wait! Eddie…”, he turns around and rubs your knuckles with his thumb, “Need something, pretty girl?”, you nod, “You…” you say shyly, he smiles, “Want me to sit with you?”, you shake your head, “Can you hold me…atleast just until I fall asleep?”, his smile widens and he turns the lamp off and gets into bed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist, facing you. Eddie closes his eyes and rubs your back, you look up at him and say “Eddie?”, he smiles and looks down at you, “Hm?”, “Thank you…for everything”, he smiles and pulls you close, “Don’t need to thank me baby…you're my girl…I wanna take care of you”, you smile and kiss his cheek which makes Eddie's face turn a light shade of pink, “…I love you, Eddie”, his smile grows and kisses your forehead, “I love you too, my pretty Y/N”, you smile warmly, “Eddie?”, “Yeah?”, your heart beats faster, “Can you…Can you kiss me?”, Eddie smiles and caresses your face, “You sure baby?”, you nod instantly, “I need you Eddie…”, Eddie feels his face go hot, he softly presses his soft lips against yours, running his fingers through your hair, his other hand meets your hip and he pulls you in closer, he pulls away slowly, “Baby?”, you look in his eyes, “If you really wanna do this you gotta promise me something”, you nod, “Anything”, he smiles softly, “Promise not to tell your dad…not yet’, as you nod you say “I promise”, his smirk grows, “Good girl,” he says before meeting his lips with yours, the kissing leads into making out and the making out leads into something more…

Eddie pulls away from you slowly, collapsing next to you, panting, his bangs sticking to his forehead due to sweat. You are breathing heavily, trying to get yourself together, trying to come back from one of the best experiences you’ve ever had, Eddie grabs a rag and cleans you off, gets you water, massages your shaking legs. After Eddie slips back into bed and pulls you close, “You did so good, baby, I’m so proud of you, sweetheart”. He says kissing your forehead, making you smile, “I love you so much, sweet girl”, your smile widens and you kiss his lips, “I love you too, Eddie”, he hums kissing your hairline, as your cuddling you feel yourself drifting to sleep but before you do you say, “Thank you again…for taking care of me today”, Eddie smiles pulling you closer to him, “Of course baby…Your my girl…always take care of you”.

Love you! -Bella

[darling-i-read-it]

Concussion

Bo Sinclair x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: the reader is in on the whole killing people thing and she helps them, the reader is caught in a fight, the whole plot is kinda based around bo and the reader going to see potential people to kill rip 

Author’s Note: HELLO BELLA QUEEN I hope you enjoy this, it is unedited and I wrote it all while watching the movie. So there are fo sure some grammatical errors <3 I took our conversation and ran with it fr 

Requested: by @blonde-bombshell-wannabe, MAYA !! (This is Bella on a diff acc) may I request for my babygirl Bo Sinclair! thank you ily queen 

Summary: The reader lives in Ambrose with the brothers. She goes with Bo one night to scare off some campers/frighten them towards Ambrose and she gets hurt. 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

The town of Ambrose was dead. The lonely streets were desolate and smelled of pine trees. The windows, even when they robotically moved, were vacant of any kind of life. The wax museum at the top of the hill was filled with lifeless eyes but they were the closest you had to any kind of human interaction. 

Outside of the Sinclair's. The Sinclair's had enough life in them to fill up the entire town, to drown it with their actions and etch their own marking onto the world. The rest of the continent may be filled with towns that created economy’s but not Ambrose. Ambrose was a secret in itself. It made living there all the more entertaining. There was always something to discover, always something to unearth. 

Bo liked to pretend the whole place was condensed down to the gas station and its immediate surroundings. He was standing behind the counter, finicking with a bolt and screwdriver. He had the wrench between his teeth as he looked down at it, eyebrows knitted in frustration and determination. 

“You see those guys down the road? Twenty miles up south?” Bo looked up to meet the eyes of his brother Lester. Following close behind him was you, causing the door to jingle above your head. Bo took the wrench out of his mouth and shook his head. 

“No I haven’t been out,” he grumbled. “Why? You guys been goin that far?” His southern drawl dipped into a bit of jealousy. 

“Not like that. Just perusing,” Lester explained. “They got a campsite. Like them kids from last summer, the ones trying to go to the football game?” Bo nodded. He remembered. Nearly gave him a run for his money too. Soon after that you came along, running away from life and looking for a new place to set down roots. You stumbled into a town that wasn’t even on the map, knocking on hotels that didn’t have any living owners. Bo found you there, showed you around, decided not to kill you. 

It took you a moment to get used to the way the brothers did things but you had never felt like you belonged somewhere more. 

“Never made it to the football game,” Lester laughed. You scoffed and walked up to the counter Bo was standing behind. You hoisted yourself up. 

“Only one car. We couldn’t make out how many people there was but they didn't even notice that we were there,” you explained. Bo nodded once, looking forward. He met your eyes and you shrugged, gently letting him know that you thought it was safe. He hummed under his breath for a second and then cleared his throat. 

“Sounds interesting. We’ll keep an eye on it.”

“We haven’t done anything in weeks Bo. It’s been a drought out here,” you complained. He kept his eyes on you, looking up through his lashes. He was daring you to push it. You wanted to. Lester let out a dramatic sigh. 

“She knows where it is. Just past the dump site.”

“Yeah yeah.” Bo gave him a nod as a ‘thank you’. Lester raised his hands in a small defensive plea and walked back out the gas station. The bell rang above his head to indicate his departure. Even though there were only four of you in the town it always felt like you all took up so much space. You were used to just being by yourself, walking by yourself, driving by yourself. Vincent had made sure you had defense against anyone that you could run into. You could defend yourself. 

Lester leaving left a large space. 

“Don’t be antsy,” he mumbled. He had gone back to whatever he was working on at the desk. You turned around, craning your neck to watch him. His fingers were dirty with grease, his fingernails permanently black. 

“I’m not being antsy.” 

“You are. I can feel it,” he muttered. He glanced up at you, annoyed, and then backed down. You rolled your eyes and reached forward into his shirt pocket to pull out his pack of cigarettes. 

“You’re tense. Have a smoke,” you joked. He scoffed but you got a smile out of him. You nimbly pulled out one from the pack. He was low. He kept a drawer of them by his bedside until someone made it far out enough to buy more. They were a variety of brands. He had never been picky. 

You offered it to him. He took it, continuing his mock annoyance, and put it between his teeth. 

“You gonna light it too sweetheart?” he questioned, muffled by the cigarette. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the lighter sitting on the desk. You tried it twice and it finally lit. He moved forward to the flame and the end of it smoked. 

“Think on it. I think they’ll be gone by tomorrow though so don’t think too long,” you said. He nodded, putting the smoke between his fingers. You pushed yourself off the desk and walked forward to the door. “I can go without you.” 

He gave you a warning look. 

“What, flash some lights intimidatingly? That’s not a very hard job Bo.” 

“Watch it.” You backed off. You opened the door and stepped out. 

“Yes sir.” 

The bell dinged as you left. 

-

You twirled your car keys on your finger. The sky had just turned into a cloudy overcast as you walked out of the House of Wax. You liked to watch Vince sculpt and he let you sit there, drinking a soda, leaned back in a comfy chair. You walked down the hill towards the church when Bo appeared, wearing his jumpsuit. He tilted his baseball hat down as a hello. 

“What’re you doin up here?”

“Hanging with Vince. What are you doin up here?” 

“Lookin for you,” he explained. “Suns going down. Don’t exactly wanna go with Lester out to that campsite.” Your eyes went wide in excitement. You really thought you were gonna have to go by yourself tonight and that was sure to create an argument in the morning. You were pleased that he had changed his mind or at least, gotten more used to the idea of you tagging along. 

You smiled but other than that, didn’t mention it. 

“We taking my car or yours?” 

“Which one of mine?” You rolled your eyes and followed in stride with him down the hill.

“You say they’re yours as though you didn’t steal them.” “They dropped the car keys on the ground,” he suggested. He gestured to the ground. “Middle of the road. Abandoned.” He shook his head as he walked up to one of his trucks. He had finally gotten around to fixing the front headlight of it and could drive it out again. Not that he was against breaking the rules, he just didn’t like driving a car that wasn’t up to code. Old life habits you imagined. 

You got into the passenger seat. 

“You got a knife?” You gave your combat boots a slap. 

“Always.” 

“Serrated?” 

“Whatever Lester gave me,” you said. “He tried to tell me which one was better but I tuned him out.” 

“It’s good he has hobbies.” He turned on the car and it grumbled beneath you. It sputtered and then came to life. Bo turned the gear forward and then started to drive down the road until it hit the dirt. You watched out of the window as the sun started to fall. You were due a twenty minute drive, more or less, and by the time you arrived at the campsite it would be completely gone.

The trees passed you by in a blur. Ambrose was so far out from everything that you barely could recognize the difference between south and north. If it weren’t all you now knew, you’d never be able to find yourself. 

“You fix that dodge?” you asked, leaning your head against the cool window. 

“Just about. Have to get a couple things from the city,” he admitted. 

“Well it’s a good thing we aren’t paying rent,” you joked. He gave you a half smile, for your benefit. 

“How was Vincent?” he questioned, almost begrudgingly. You shrugged. 

‘He’s good. Working on a new figure.”

“Always,” he muttered. 

“It keeps him sane. We all have our vices.”

“Yeah, what’s yours?” 

“You,” you said, smugly. He glanced over at you, taking his eyes clean off the road. “How about you Bo? What’s your vice?”

“Cars and beer.” 

“Oh a typical southern man.” You pointed up the road. “Take a right up here.” The trees were now casting a dark shadow over the road. The sun was almost completely gone. “Are you armed?” 

“Yeah,” he said. He reached into the glove box in front of you without a warning. You moved your knees, making an annoyed groan that had no heart in it. 

“What’re you looking for?”

“Knife.” You rolled your eyes. 

“Let me help.” 

“No.” He moved his hands over your knees. You were wearing shorts, courtesy of the heat. Though you weren’t sure how long it would last. Had you thought longer, you would have changed before night fell. But that required doing laundry and you wanted to avoid that as much as you could. Your bare knees brushed against his hand. Still greased, rough from the constant manhandling. 

“Bo.” 

“Here.” He grabbed the hilt of a covered knife. “Better for slashing tires than yours.” 

“You don’t even know what Lester got me.” 

“I know this one is better.” 

You drove in comfortable silence for a while more. The music played quietly, some trashy dad rock. He turned it down as you approached, listening for your directions. Finally you came to a rocky stop. He left the lights on. You could hear laughter from your window that was cracked open. The faint crackling of a fire. Fun was being had in front of you. 

“This is my favorite part,” you whispered. Bo turned on the high beams and the laughter came to a slow stuttering stop. You sat up to see their faces. Two girls and two boys. Double dates. Camping trip gone wrong. You could imagine the headlines. 

“Hey! Can you turn off your lights? You’re blinding us!” a voice called, a males. You sat up straighter to see but Bo put his hand in front of you. He gave you a warning look and you stopped moving. You settled into your seat. 

“Hey man!” 

There were more cries of protest. You watched Bo, watched as his face stayed steady. Calm. Focused. 

Then he backed away. He pulled out of the dirt road and back down the street to wait for them to fall into deep sleep. They never followed the truck. You thought about that everytime you sat in it, wondering why they didn’t just walk down the road to see it sitting there in wait. Moments like those made you feel better about what eventually happened to them. Silly humans, making silly decisions. 

Bo parked in the shrouded part of the streets. 

“We really should put some blankets in the bed of the truck,” you suggested. You had taken off your seatbelt and put your feet up on the chair. You should’ve brought a book or something. “We sit here forever. We could take a nap.”

“Bring an alarm clock?”

“Yeah. Now you’re getting it.” He rolled his eyes. He had put his hat over his head to take a nap but you weren’t letting him. He had finally just put it back to its rightful position and continued the conversation. 

“You know what else we could do in the bed?” You rolled your eyes. 

“Alright alright.” You sat up. “How long is this gonna take?” 

“This is why you never come.”

“Because I get bored of sitting here without a blanket, a book or a movie.”

“Stop being childish,” he mumbled. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a cigarette. He lit it easily, blowing the smoke out the window. He started the car. 

“Time?” 

He didn’t answer but he drove out of the spot, indicating that it was in fact, time. 

-

He let you lead. He didn’t usually like to. He wanted to be in control with his smug shit eating grin as you watched him walk around. The adrenaline would kick in when he got back into the car with you and the urge to kiss you was never higher. 

Today he let you do it. He let you do the count, walk around the campsite like a grim reaper with all the cards in her hand. He watched, leaning against the car, as you stalked. 

Bo was clear in his expectations. Check quickly for weapons and then make sure there was no one hiding in the tents when you had driven by earlier. He would grab the part of the car needed to get them to stay.

Your footsteps were light on the dewy grass. The only indication you were there was the moon, highlighting your outline. 

You could feel Bo’s eyes on you as you approached the first of two tents. It had a sheer roof. You could hear the even breathing of two sleeping people. One man, one girl. You were right on the dot, as you had been earlier. 

You walked to the other tent. You wondered briefly what all the fuss was about as you saw the next one also had a sheer top. You glanced at Bo’s outline. The only real indication he was there was the red cigarette butt between his fingers. 

When you looked back at the tent you came face to face with an unfamiliar man. 

You gasped.

It was the loudest thing in the night as you saw a face you had never seen before, tall, broad, scary. You had thought Bo was scary when you first met him but he was nothing compared to this man now. 

He wasted no time and no questions. He threw a punch. 

You hadn’t been prepared for the confrontation and you had no time to retaliate. There was no knife in your hand when there should have been. 

You stumbled back. There was a momentary blindness as you reached forward, throwing a punch that didn’t have a location. You grabbed your nose, which was already bleeding. The man had moved forward for more but you could see something had stopped in. 

A fight in the dead of night was so confusing. It was dangerous and it was blinding. Your eyes weren’t caught up to the movement of the darkness. You were always going to be a step behind fast movement. 

“Come on.” It was Bo’s voice, his hand grabbing your arm and dragging you away. You cursed, hand still over your face. You hit the truck and he let you go to get in your passenger seat. Bo pulled away, tires grumbling under the rock road. He drove quickly out of the scene. For once you were glad they didn’t think to follow. 

“They didn’t see your face. It was too dark.” 

You passed a street light. There was blood all over your hands. 

Darkness. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t hear…” Another street light. Dimmer one this time, like it was about to go out. You saw the blood on Bo’s knuckles as they gripped the steering wheel. 

Bo pulled over when he thought it was safe enough. He didn’t tell you that but you could tell that he had been itching to pull over for miles. He turned on the overhead light and got out of the car. You stayed put as he walked around the front, opening up the passenger door. 

“What’s hurtin?” he questioned lowly. He removed your hand forcefully. The blood trickled down your fingers and onto your lips. 

“My nose,” you whispered. He shook his head, reopening the dashboard. He had napkins shoved in there. 

“Don’t move.” He gently put his hand over your nose. “It’s gonna bruise. It ain’t broken.” You nodded slowly. You felt the natural tears well up in your eyes from the pain and the adrenaline wearing off. You pushed them aside, from fear of being weak in front of Bo. “Fucking hell,” he muttered. “That’s why you aren’t allowed to come along.”

“I can fight them when they’re in Ambrose,” you argued. “I thought they were all asleep. I saw two of them knocked o-”

“Not asleep enough. We should’ve waited, if you hadn’t been fuckin pestering me then we-”

“Don’t blame this on me! I was the one who got punched!”

“And I was the one who had to save your ass!” He backed up, shaking his head. He looked younger in the dim lighting of the dome bulbs. “I’m takin you back.” Before you could protest he walked to the other side of the car. 

“Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna go kill the fucker.” 

“Bo-”

“It’s gonna happen eventually, I’m gonna make it sooner. Ain’t no one allowed to hit you and get away with that.” You were still holding the napkins to your nose. 

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not.” His voice was harsh. You would think he was angry at you if his words weren’t so genuine. “Don’t fuckin lie to me.” 

“I’m not lying.” 

“Sweetheart c’mon.” He glanced at you. He took a turn sharply. You were going way faster now than you had been on the way over. You guessed it would only take another five minutes to get back to town. “I’ll leave you with Vincent and you stay there alright?” 

You nodded. You didn’t wanna argue. 

-

Bo came back when dawn came. You were in between consciousness, still feeling the effects of your eventual concussion. You heard him come into the house. The screen door was loose and made noise when it shut. You sat up, hair strayed from tossing and turning. 

You could hear Bo take off his boots. As he walked his steps became more labored. You met his eyes as he entered your bedroom. You waited. 

“He’s dead.” 

“I’m sorry.” He shook his head. 

“You okay?” You nodded. He sat down beside you, swinging his knee up so he could get closer. He put his hand on your cheek, brushing your nose with his thumb as he examined your face. “Bruised.” 

“You said that last night.”

“I wasn’t sure. I’m sure now.” You nodded. He kept his hand on your cheek, making sure there was no other damage. 

“Thanks Bo,” you whispered. He nodded. 

“Don’t fuckin do that again ‘lright?” You nodded back. 

“Scouts honor.” He smiled smugly. He was loopy and tired. He could fall asleep sitting up. He took off his hat, removing his hand from your face. He ran his fingers through your hair. “Sleep,” you whispered. 

“Here?”

“Why not? You saved my life tonight Bo.” 

“You think I deserve a kiss for that?” The smug smile returned. You rolled your eyes and sat forward, putting your hand on his shoulder. 

“I think I could arrange that.” 

He turned his head and kissed you. The morning light seeped through the light curtains of your window. The sunrise promised a new day. You just wanted to go back to sleep. You cupped his cheek, leaning into his lips. You had always known Bo would be a good kisser but feeling it in action was a different story. You pulled away for air and put your forehead against his. 

“Sleep. I think I’m concussed.” He scoffed, giving you a low chuckle.

“Alright sweetheart, scoot over.” 

[sofoulandfairaday]

1 for the ask game

from: choose violence ask game

1. the character everyone gets wrong

Err... all of them? I'm not even kidding. More on this here.

Bellatrix: fortunately there's been progress in the fandom, but for years everyone loved to describe her as an overly sexualized, crazy, shrieking mindless slave, when she's actually quite the opposite. She is sadistic, but not insane, she's passionate but not irrational (she is the only one who knew Snape was a traitor; to me, it's because of a peculiar mix of rationality and intuition that shows her to be actually quite intelligent). Nothing suggests her being promiscuous in the text and I would actually argue the opposite of her (why would she ever lower herself to sleep with someone who she deems her inferior - so basically everyone -, even just to satisfy mere physical desires? This post, to me, is Bella at her core).

Narcissa: this is canon Narcissa, all of you are perfectly entitled to your soft babygirl headcanons, of course, but then again you are perfectly entitled to be wrong <3 [also, shameless self-promo: x]

The blorboification continues for every single member of the Black family and I hate it so much you have no idea:

Andromeda: somehow described as a soft little girl who loved her mean, mean sisters so much and had to run away? Bitch stood up to seven centuries of tradition, and abandoned her sisters and parents, to marry a boy she had fallen in love with maybe two years prior (we know this based on Tonks' age). Good for her, but as I have said previously, both Narcissa and Andromeda (and Sirius, really) strike me as a bit selfish. The one with the romantic attachment to the idea of her family, the child most like Walburga, is Bellatrix.

But this is nothing, NOTHING, compared to what this fandom does to Regulus and Sirius.

Regulus: canonically a Voldemort fanboy, with newspaper clippings of him everywhere, and a blood supremacist. Sirius says it better than anyone: Reggie is soft. But not in the way the fandom believes, nope. He's just a coward who, much like Draco years later, was super excited to be like Bellatrix (Lucius) until he realized what killing really meant, what fighting a war really was, and most importantly because Voldemort touched him personally (Kreacher, whom he loved). Voldemort was probably a little more deranged than he had been at the beginning of the First War, and someone that had inherited the Black pride/haughtiness probably didn't like being branded like cattle and treated like a slave, on top of everything else.

Sirius: fanon Sirius is basically another character. Canon!Sirius is: tall, canonically incredibly handsome, quite masculine (in an explicit and toxic way, especially as a teenager in the fucking 1970s - the skirt-wearing, feminist one-liners spouting version of Sirius is something I just cannot get behind), a dick, a bit classist ((don't come @ me with your "oh, but what about Moony?!" because a) we don't know Remus' wealth when Lyall and Hope were still alive, we only know he can't get a job as an adult because of his condition and b) Remus is Sirius' exception, in the same way Lily is Snape's when he calls her a Mudblood - everyone else is in his eyes)), brave to the point of recklessness, quite cruel, funny, witty, magically talented, loyal to a fault, extremely charismatic and everything else outlined here. For the same reasons, I'll say Remus too.

Don't even get me started on Severus Snape. Other people have spoken on this better than I could ever. At least here on Tumblr, though, it seems to me that things are getting a little better after years of absolutely bizarre takes. Or maybe I've blocked all of the idiots idk.

Dumbledore. More on this here and maybe I'll outline my ideas better in a future post.

Also: I do not accept any characterization of Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch jr, Reggie, and Rabastan Lestrange as anything less than violent blood supremacists. Yes, they can be nuanced and gay (and only for each other might I add), but these people are the KKK (metaphorically, of course, because I hate comparing real-world tragedies to completely fictional ones, but still).

Lucius: a complete dick, but definitely not abusive. The man couldn't raise a hand to Draco if the Dark Lord threatened to kill him over it.

Speaking of which: my darling Lord Voldemort. Not much to say about him really because I know that some people do write him in a very interesting way (and I am open to interpretations of his character even if they are different from how I see him - and I have a very fucking specific vision of him). The problem is that perhaps three (3) of these people write him with Bellatrix and that saddens me.

Now, I mostly read First Wizarding War stuff or Death Eater stuff so I can't really speak to many other characters, especially in Harry's generation, but anything other than cowardly Draco is not a good Draco characterization to me. Ron is hands-down the best one in the Golden Trio and Ron Weasley bashing is pathetic. Hermione has faults but is ultimately a strong, take-no-bullshit girl and I'll take that over basically any and all female YA protagonists. And Harry is sassiness personified, but with a heart of gold, and oh-so-caring. Which is also why I can't read dark!Harry for the life of me. It just makes me giggle.

[mrsbsmooth]

Quick! Pick 2-3 islanders from each season to create your perfect All-Stars season!

AHHHHH OH MY GOD

Okay okay this is completely disregarding any men who are married in canon, and disregarding ages and people saying no, this is purely who would make my life a living hell to pick one.

Season 1- Jake, Tim, Allegra, Mason

Yeah it’s my first one and I’m already cheating SO WHAT!!!!!

Jake because 😭😩🔥 and Tim because he’s just the fucking best person in the world. Allegra for drama. Mason so that he can repeatedly tell everyone he was in a boy band.

Season 2 - Lucas, Bobby, and Gary. And Chelsea. And Priya.

Just— COME ON HOW COULD YOU NOT

Season 3 - AJ & Seb

AJ I miss so fucking much. Get that girl back in the villa and get her a cute girl to go home with. Seb because babygirl and I miss his face.

Runner up: Tai. But I don’t think he’s important ENOUGH.

Season 4 - Bruno, Youcef, Angie

The Brucef dynamic is top fucking tier. Also Tim and Bobby would be there and that would be so annoying to have all three of them together 😆 I ship the hell out of the whole grump/sunshine AJ/Angie dynamic so we gotta have our canonical lesbiesties and put them together because I adore seeing it.

Season 5 - Lulu, Arlo, Suresh

Lulu is a girls girl. Arlo deserved better. Suresh needs the other men to literally beat him into a pulp I would LOVE to see him pull his fucking stunts when Jake Wilson is in the next room because I can tell you right now he would be getting the sternest of stern fucking talking to’s.

Season 6 - basically the whole goddamn cast. But fuck. Gimme Bella, Roberto, Hamish, Marshall specifically.

Just such good dynamics. They would be SO AMAZING. Marshall & Hamish is the best bromance in ages. Roberto is fucking flames

Season 7 - uhhh… checks notes to remember who was in this OH YEAH! Estelle & Vicky

They were so hot.

Season 8 - Theo. Jin. Kyle.

So fucking hot. Enough said. Honestly though, not enough said because I cannot overstate how much I enjoyed this season even on the annoyingly spare Theo route. He needed a better arc. Jin and Kyle were AMAZING characters and they should’ve been brought back 😠

Runner up: Tyler. He was apparently so fucking lovely and his dialogue was amazing.

Season 9 - Jude, Stefan, Natasha

Because they’re easily three of the fucking hottest sprites I’ve ever seen. Just maybe tweeze Jude’s eyebrows a lil.

I wish I had space for more girls but them’s the breaks guess I’ll just have to double up. Hehehehhehe

Thank you so much for the ask!!!!!!

[misslavenderlady]

My name's Bree. How can I help you?💉📒

Shoutout to @hypocriticaltypwriter for the inspiration!

REF/INFO BELOW CUT 💜💜💜

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: Bree 

𝐀𝐠𝐞: 25

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Female She/They

𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 5'8

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: ISFJ 

Though very shy around others, Bree has a good head on her shoulders and a kind heart. She values the work she does, making sure to help others as best as she can. Not only does she care about her patients, but she also likes to help out her friends and coworkers. Being useful for a greater good is something truly valuable to her, though it can sometimes get the better of her.

Bree struggles quite a bit with stress. She tries to push herself to a point where burnout is inevitable. All she wants is to be helpful, but it can cause her to feel tired and depressed after the long days of work. She feels guilty about the idea of leaving her field of work, as so many patients count on her care. It makes her feel a bit stuck and frustrated. Her biggest dream in life is to become a writer, becoming the next Bram Stoker or Mary Shelley.

She’s fascinated with romance and monsters, inspired to bring such two complex things together. During her free time, she enjoys writing down short stories that she hopes to get published some day.

Bree is used to blending into the background, not really one to get attention from boys in her teenage years. However, she has blossomed into a beautiful young woman, and others are starting to notice her more. Since she’s not used to such affection and attention, it makes her quite bashful~

𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞: Bree is often in her work uniform. As a nurse, she wears a light blue work dress with a white collar, cuffs and belt. Outside of work, she prefers to wear more soft and loose clothing. Usually she wears fun sweatshirts and stretchy jeans with converse sneakers. A special accessory she wears every day is her silver key necklace. It has an amethyst gemstone in the center. 

Her skin is quite pale, as she has to stay out of the sun, lest she want a nasty sunburn. She’s got a dusting of freckles on her face. Her makeup is plain, often just mascara and chapstick. She can’t do a full face of makeup every day, as it would just end up on her face mask whenever she puts it on. 

Bree is more chubby in her features, making her insecure compared to the thin, toned bodies she sees on the Santa Carla boardwalk. However, she’s got several beautiful features and a shapely body. Her hair is flowing and thick with brunette color. She’s got some natural highlights from the rays of the sunshine. She often hides behind her long hair, sometimes too shy to show her face.

𝐉𝐨𝐛: She’s a nurse at Santa Carla Medical Clinic. She works night shifts, as nobody else wants them. Bree is a natural night owl, so it ends up working in her favor. Most of her job is front desk admin work, but she also provides checkups and vaccinations/blood draws when need be. 

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬:

B (Michael, Sam, coworkers)

My dear, Darling, Beautiful, Sweetling (David)

Baby, Babygirl, Little lady (Dwayne)

Mama, Sugar, Pretty girl (Paul)

Bella, Bellisima, Angel (Marko)

Babe, Baby (Michael)

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞?: Bree is in your typical multi-roommate-in-small-apartment setup. She moved out to California with her friends so she could start fresh, and was able to get set up in the basement of the condo they found. Her roommates are usually asleep whenever she’s awake due to their different work hours, which she doesn’t mind. She finds peace in the night time, though she does tend to get lonely. 

Though their home doesn’t have a lot of space, Bree has worked hard to make it cozy. It’s not far from the boardwalk, meaning a lot of shops are within walking distance.

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲: 

Bree has always been a bit of odd girl. Growing up, she found herself in the school library quite a bit. She was too shy to talk to other kids, and was afraid of bullies that would pick on her for being extra sensitive (not to mention they were quite unkind to her and her chubby features). She would often switch back and forth between romance novels and scary stories, finding equal interest in love and darkness. The two began to blend together, and she became attracted to the monsters that were supposed to frighten her. She found sympathy in these creatures, as she knew what it was like to feel isolated and tormented for simply being different. 

A passion for writing her own stories was born, and every chance she got, she would eagerly write down stories of these monsters in her journal. Ones where they would get happy ending rather than tragic downfalls. It fueled her dream of becoming a writer someday, and even when she pursued a career in the medical field, she never forgot her true passion.

She became a bit more confident in herself when she got older, and ended up making close friends. They were very supportive of her work, and were there for her when her mother got sick. When she finished school and got her degree, Bree found out her friends had their sights set on California. The complete opposite side of the country. She was scared of such a massive change, but her family encouraged it, as she would have more opportunities for her writing to get noticed in such an environment. Touched by their support, Bree took the jump and moved cross-country with her friends.

Until she can fulfill her writing dream, she’s working hard as a nurse. Not only does she provide for herself, but for her beloved chocolate labrador as well.

𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡: She’s torn at the moment. On the one hand, she is infatuated with Michael. He’s kind and gentle and very responsible. She admires the dedication he has to his family and appreciates his sweet nature keeping her spirits up. On the other hand, she can’t stop thinking about the mysterious pack of biker boys that she sees in her office now and then. There’s something about them that draws her in. Something dark and mysterious. It’s like a siren’s call, and she’s powerless around them. 

(She wouldn’t mind a poly relationship, but she does have somewhat of an extra fondness for Dwayne, given how good he is with Laddie)

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡: Bree was able to use her degree to get set up at local primary care doctor’s office. It was there that she so happened to meet Michael Emerson, a handsome guy who decided to pursue physical therapy as a study once he got his GED. He worked part time in between night school, and Bree was completely smitten whenever they had the same shift. He was so doting and kind. A perfect gentleman who never failed to put a smile on her face. Sometimes his mother and little brother would stop by for a checkup or to simply say hello, and Bree found herself adoring them too. 

Michael explained to her at one point that he had a devastating breakup with a runaway girl he met during a past summer. He didn’t like to talk about what led to their breakup, but Bree never forced him to tell more. She was simply happy to be there for him, and she had a feeling that he was starting to open his heart up to her in return. 

However, he wasn’t the only man in her life.

During quieter nights, Bree started to get visits from four mysterious, yet very sexy bikers. They would ask for a walk-in appointment. A cut here, a sprain there, usual stuff. Normally, the office didn’t take walk-ins, but she was happy to examine them on her own. She suspected something was off about them when she found that their bodies weren’t exactly….normal. The stethoscope she used never could pick up a heartbeat. The blood sample she collected looked sparkly in the light. The thermometer always said their temperature was far below what it should have been. 

She was frightened at first…..but soon became intrigued. 

They were all so mysterious and unusual. The four of them watched her with hunger in their eyes. They’d coo sweet nothings to her, offering to take her out for a date or a ride on their motorcycles. Ask her back to their place for a drink. The more she got to know them personally, the more tempted she felt to listen to their call. Bree had the same fascination in the boys as she did with the monsters she read about growing up.

Little does she know that her indecision between Michael and the Lost Boys is more akin to a fight between good and evil~

[volturialice]

Do you have any dark gothic/horror book recs? I’m trying to get out of thrillers at the moment. also looking for some dark classics. any ideas?

I was waiting to answer this until after the Bella's Book Club summer reading reclist went live and now it's live!! and I must say, full of some Choice gothic recs. But I'll list my personal faves here!

Dark™ things from my part of the BBC reclist:

Jamaica Inn (and My Cousin Rachel) by Daphne du Maurier - iirc I described Jamaica Inn as gothic + adventure in my recs, and yep, that's what it is. definitely part of the specific "the book cover shows a woman in a nightgown running from a scary building" gothic heroine tradition. I also gave a brief nod to My Cousin Rachel because it's another of du Maurier's works which I think is underrated (that one's more of a slow-burning gothic mystery featuring a hero of the 'little wet babygirl' variety.)

Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno Garcia - Also as I said in my recs, it's very like Jamaica Inn in structure and genre, though of course the writing, the specific characters, and the central mysteries are different. But MG is (of course) Mexican and has more fun Get Out/Ready or Not vibes with its themes of class and ethnicity.

Girls Running from Houses by tanaudel on redbubble

Perfume: the Story of a Murderer by Patrick Suskind - Villain protagonist villain protagonist! This one I love mostly for its flowery prose and sheer aesthetic commitment. You're telling me this 18th-century French serial killer turns his victims into perfume?? Say more

The Monstrumologist by Rick Yancey - Seriously the most underrated YA series of all time. Also so gory and terrifying I sometimes cannot believe it's YA. To this day some of the scariest written horror my eyes have beheld, not to mention it's got banger prose. Most people know Rick Yancey from The 5th Wave which is such bland cookiecutter 2010s YA dystopia love triangle nonsense that I just want to shake everyone and go NO, READ THIS BRILLIANCE INSTEAD! ngl the last book in the series is Not Good (you can 100% tell he had switched all his energies to 5th Wave, which is a shame) but the first 3 are absolutely good enough to make up for it.

Other people's reclist recs that I too have read and enjoyed: Rebecca (Daphne du Maurier), We Have Always Lived in the Castle (Shirley Jackson), Dracula (Bram Stoker), Frankenstein (Mary Shelley)

More classics: The Turn of the Screw by Henry James (short and easy read!), The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde (a must-read for aesthete gays everywhere. I mean cmon it's Oscar)

Extremely melodramatic "classics:' I loved reading Louisa May Alcott's little known "flops" A Long Fatal Love Chase and Behind a Mask (short story collection.) I might make Book Club read Love Chase at some point because I think we'd have way too much fun with it. We'll see.

My personal favorite that I think everyone should read: The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter (short story collection of gothic fairytale retellings!)

Not exactly what you think of when you hear 'gothic' per se but definitely Dark and it's my OTHER favorite: Annihilation by Jeff Vandermeer (I never shut up about this book and it's for a reason. Very different from the movie, which I also love!)

My favorite gothic/horror authors:

Shirley Jackson - I've definitely talked about her before but both The Haunting of Hill House and We Have Always Lived in the Castle are straight bangers (and short, easy reads to boot!) Do NOT think you can watch the Mike Fl*nagan Hill House show of the same name and call it a day—they're completely different stories. (also let the record show I'm censoring his name out of personal dislike he hasn't done anything 'problematic' afaik calm down)

Stephen Graham Jones - Insanely good writing oh my god. I have so far only read the My Heart is a Chainsaw books but his entire oeuvre is on my TBR because he cannot lose. Also he lives in my town and I'm starstruck just knowing this fact. Indigenous (Blackfoot) author who writes about indigenous characters!

Kelly Link - Writer of banger short fiction. I particularly enjoy Pretty Monsters because it's 100% written for the Twilight girlies and clearly made with love and silliness

Grady Hendrix - I didn't loooove Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires, but I adored Hörrorstör and especially My Best Friend's Exorcism, which is a total masterpiece IMO. Another writer whose entire oeuvre is on my TBR.

[idontunderstandchemistry]

Indecent Proposal (An academic rivals to lovers fanfic) - Tim Drake x Latina!Fem!Reader.

Sinopsis: Being a scholarship student at Gotham's most expensive school is not easy, especially when your academic rival, your nemesis, who coincidentally is the owner's son, decides to make you a rather usual proposition.

Tropes: Academic rivals-to-lovers, contract/bet, he loved her all this time, everyone else sees it except them, opposites attract, etc.

Author's Note: Omg guys, this chapter is so out of schedule ksksksksksk I got trapped in my most recent hyperfixation (AKA my new babygirl Simon Ghost Riley) and forgot to post, i'm so sorry. This one is actually kinda short, but tomorrow I'l post another one to compensate. For those of you that want to read some chapters ahead, feel free to acess my AO3 account here. Anyways, thanks for reading xoxo

Warnings: none.

Wordcount: 1366.

Chapter Five

Chapter Six: Two little birds

After some time pretending, sleep finally made its way into you. Not soon enough to sake Tim Drake from being blocked, though. It was better this way, you really needed to focus on yourself and your future. His was already sorted, you were the only one with something to lose with this agreement. 

Something in the wind that got inside your room made you wake up distressed. His scent. His fucking scent came to bother you even when you were asleep. Utterly annoyed, you got up and walked straight to your window, closing it violently. When you were walking back to your bed, a laugh echoed inside your room.

— Once again you’ve trapped the bird inside a cage — He said and you saw him lean against your desk. Oh shit. 

— You know… when Edward sneaked into Bella’s room to watch her sleep in Twilight, it wasn’t romantic. It was creepy — You said, trying to appear calm. You sat on your bed — Are you a creep, Red Robin?

— Maybe more than I should — He admitted. He turned to the glass with the cut stems Tim sent you and laughed in low tone — It seems you’re not in a position to judge me, actually. It’s not the most normal thing to do this to flowers.

— Well, the flowers are mine anyway, I can do with them whatever pleases me — You answered, crossing your arms over your chest — You, on the other hand, broke into a girl’s room in the middle of the night and haven’t even bothered to give her an explanation yet. 

— I was nearby and wanted to check on you — He said, coming closer to you. 

— Liar — You said with a smile — If you'd done it a year ago I would have believed you, but it’s been a long time. I was sure you had forgotten me. 

— Never — He said and it made your heart skip a beat — I know Nightwing and Batman give us bad reputation, but not all vigilantes are mansluts. I don’t go out kissing random people during patrol. And I remember very well the people I've kissed.

— Oh, so you regularly check on everyone you’ve kissed?

— You’re upset. I got it — He said, sitting beside you. Damn — I guess it’s good that the target of your anger were the flowers, then. I’d hate to arrest you.

— What do you really want here? Any bullet holes you need me to suture?

He sighed.

— It has been a rough night. I was around and wanted to see if you were awake. I enjoyed talking to you back then — He said and his legs accidentally touched yours. You sighed as well.

— What do you want to talk about?

— Anything — He said, turning his head to look at you. You wanted to look at him so badly — Why are you upset?

— There’s this boy in my class…

— The one that looks at you like you’re an exótic bird? — He asked and your eyes widened with surprise.

— Wow.

— I told you, I remember.

— Yes, him — You continued — We started to get along in a certain way…

— What do you mean?

— Hm… we decided that in order to end the tension between us, we should hook up — You said after a sigh of embarrassment — And I’ve spent the afternoon getting ready, putting on the effort it takes to look effortless. And then, he didn’t show up, just sent me a bouquet of hyacinths. 

You let your back lean against your sheets, laying on the bed, after laughing. 

— Ridiculous, I know.

— It’s not — He said — You really have to stop invalidating your feelings. 

— I’m talking about him — You corrected and he laughed. His laughter and his smile were still your favourite things to hear and to see. 

— Yeah, he is ridiculous — He said, laying beside you.

— And still, I’ve mutilated innocent hyacinths because of him — You said — He awakens the worst in me.

— I’m sorry for the poor flowers — He laughed — But it’s okay. Although it really is a blow to my ego.

— What do you mean?

— Well, I've got to admit, I don’t know if I’m jealous because no one ever cared enough because of my disappearance to mutilate flowers — He started and you could not hold a small laugher — Or if it is because he kissed you — He said and you felt your cheeks get warmer. 

— How do you know he kissed me? — You asked, sitting to try to hide your blushing.

— You wouldn’t be so upset if he didn’t — He answered, sitting. 

You sighed.

— You wouldn’t do this to me — You said, resting your head on his shoulder. He leaned his head on yours — You’re a good man.

— Maybe I am, but I don't think I would be better than him in this context — He said — None of my relationships last, not even with other vigilantes. And I can be called by Batman at any time.

— So you stopped trying?

— No.

— Seems masochist to me.

— I guess we all are a bit masochist when it comes to love. Humans want things to work right. — He said, intertwining his fingers with yours. — Maybe in other conditions, we could’ve dated. It would have been nice.

— Did you know that wild robins don’t maintain the same partner for long? It’s because they’re migratory birds. They exchange partners almost every mating season.  — You said and he laughed.

— How do you know that?

— One of my little cousins love birds — You said, caressing his glove-covered hand with your thumb — I babysat him once and he told me that even though it was weird to him that robins exchange partners a lot it made sense because they don’t have clocks, calendars or jobs, so each spring must feel like a lifetime. I wish we were robins, even if we could spend only one spring together.

— Well, time showed already that I would come back to you eventually, so I don't think it would be only one spring — He said smiling against your hair — I hope you can work things right with this boy, I really do.

— They won’t. I don’t plan on talking to him anytime soon — You said, closing your eyes, feeling sleepy

— Don’t be bitter. What if he got trapped in an emergency? — He said — I’m sure he wouldn’t deliberately leave you waiting. Not when you look like this.

— And what about my amazing personality?

— I don't know what he thinks of your personality — He said, smiling — But I can talk about what I know he can’t deny. You’re smoking hot. One of the prettiest girls i’ve ever seen. You’ve got it all: amazing eyes, a smile that could lighten the whole room and a body to die for. If he left you waiting on purpose, he is an idiot. I wouldn’t leave you waiting, not on purpose.

— If i didn’t know better — You started, smiling as you brought back the phrase you said to him months ago, looking up to him — I’d think you’re hitting on me.

— Gotta shoot my best shot — He said, smiling as your noses got close.

As your lips were about to touch, you heard Nightwing’s voice coming from his communicator.

“Red Robin, where are you?”

— I went for a walk, Wing.

“I think I might need your help, if you finished your walk.” Red Robin looked at your lips almost like he needed to kiss them as much as a fish needs water “Forget the ‘i think’ part. We need your help. Immediately”.

— Send your location. I’m on my way — He said after biting his lower lip in frustration. — See? I told you sometimes I would leave you waiting.

— Duty calls — You said, opening your window for him. He sat on the sill to make it easier to get out and you held his cape — Wait.

He turned to your direction and you pulled him by the neckline of his armour, leaving a quick peck on his lips.

— Go and save the dawn for me.

He gave you the prettiest smile you ever saw and quickly kissed you again, then Nightwing’s voice called again and he left. You leaned on the still for a while, watching him leave, and then you returned to bed.

[ninebluehearts]

Warning: The Last of Us episode 9 spoilers

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What I loved about episode 9:

I loved finally seeing why/how Ellie's immune. Seeing her and her mom together was amazing, and I think it was the perfect way to start the episode.

Throughout all eight episodes Ellie is the funny, rambunctious child we all love. And after the trauma she went through in episode eight, it sadly shows in episode nine. She's so quiet all of the sudden, and even if she is running around like her normal self, it's obvious that it's just not the same anymore.

It was very strange seeing Joel all talkative and kinda happyish. I'm glad he's not as stoic anymore, but it's gonna take some getting used to.

I'm so glad the giraffe made it in!! I was disappointed that the dinosaurs didn't, but I'm so glad this one did!!

Over all, the first twenty-five minutes was beautiful and very well written. Pedro and Bella were amazing!!

What I didn't love about episode nine

I might've went into this episode with high expectations after episode eight, but even so, there just wasn't enough tension for me. Everything was so serene?? Like, soft, quiet music as Joel murders 20+ people to save Ellie? Not the best detail, honestly.

There wasn't enough energy. In the game the doctor jumps over and grabs the scalpel to defend himself, and in the show he just calmly reaches over and grabs it???

Joel also didn't call Ellie babygirl again!! I was really looking forward to this part, honestly.

Everything felt very rushed. I haven't played the full game, but I just have a feeling they missed a couple of things.

And I know this isn't supposed to be an episode nine thing, but we never even got the dinosaur episode?!

Overall, I feel like they had the potential to make this episode insane and really show just how protective Joel can be, but they just didn't.

As I've said, I may have gone into this with high expectations, but nevertheless I feel as though they could've done a better job with this one.

I think every episode of a show is supposed to make you go "this one's my favorite!" And then you say the same thing when the next one comes out, but that didn't happen for me here.

Lemme know what you think :)

(Respectfully, please.)

[nerdiest-girl-in-town]

So, I've finished the last episode of The Last Of Us show (as many also did) and I have a few thoughts about it:

The bond between Joel and Ellie is the only thing that's keeping me sane these days

I had a vague idea of how some things are supposed to go in the story according to the game and though I didn't play it myself, I think that the show did it justice with its changes

IDK why, but I didn't like Tess, something was off with her for me so I didn't cry much when she died

But episode 3- that Bill and Frank story had me sobbing like a little kid. The episode looked at me, then looked at my heart and said: "You don't need that anymore" and ripped it out of my chest.

Every next episode did the same and I cried through every one of them

Henry and Sam's story my beloved

Ellie and Riley's story my beloved

David was a first class asshole and he deserved to die like that

BUT our babygirl Ellie didn't deserve the trauma

I had a problem with Ellie being too smrt and too rude for a fourteen year old girl and Bella's facial expressions but then I started to like her (actress and character) more and more and it broke me that you can see the change in Ellie's face after episode 8, how more innocent and child-like she suddenly looks and how David broke her spirit

Joel being the best dad figure in the whole apocalyptic world

Fireflies and their "cure" can go fuck themselves, killing your only source of experiments? Not even thinking about talking to Ellie? What the fuck is wrong with you, Marlene?

Shooting a hospital full of people (who might have even surrender) isn't morally good, but what even is in this fucking world where people eat other people and mushrooms turn people into angry zombies?

I'm not saying that what Joel did was right but I can understand it

Joel and Ellie need each other so. fucking. much.

The performance of all those actors and actresses through the whole series was something phenomenal, thank you so much for making the story this amazing journey, especially Pedro Pascal and Bella Ramsey!

[mayomalice]

twilight • breaking dawn

5.5/10

stephanie meyer is a trick ass bitch. let’s get into it.

gonna switch things up & start with complaints and close off with the things i liked sooo yes;

1. the nightmare scene (gif above) did not have the pile of bodies but is rather about a baby.. foreshadowing hm

2. bella & edward have sex 3 times and she gets pregnant. now we’re all still confused about the logistics of how that happened at all but like.. even in the afterlife you should know to wrap it before you tap it edward.

3. jacob’s POV. for 200 pages. for actual fucks sake.

4. edward out of desperation asking jacob to have a baby with bella so that ratatouille wouldn’t be born?? bitch what the fuck why are you prostituting your WIFE to her best friend who’s in love with her & was in love with him??

4.5 jacob being tempted by the offer.. fuck you, nasty bitch

5. stephanie’s prolife views being adamantly shown throughout the book (mostly with bella and rosalie).. ALSO

5.5 why are you trying to make rosalie seem like such a cunt?? like you can’t make me hate her but it’s a bit much

6. jacob coming off as extremely sexist when he gets desperate and tries to find a mate, picking the fuck out of women’s appearances

7. the pregnancy as a whole, not only for being inaccurate but so fucking gross. like i hate bd pt1 (except for the wedding scene & a couple others) but someone the movie form was more tolerable than the books & that’s saying something

8. much like most pregnancy tropes & in actuality, OBVIOUSLY not emetophobia safe. i knew that from the film but it’s definitely much worse in the book form.

9. jacob saying he ‘dreamt of seeing bella naked, but not like this’ when she’s stripped down & dying after delivering recluse. ew. EWWWUH

10. look i get rancid has accelerated growth and all but a newborn baby does not have their eyes open, stephanie.

10.5 speaking of ranch sauce, jacob imprinting on her. and saying we can share?? no bitch that’s a baby, you can share a jail cell with someone though!

11. stephanie referring to POC vampires as ‘uncivilized..’ oh! that’s not..

12 stephanie saying ‘ghetto address’

13. the ICONIQUE fight scene is not in the books. i knew that going into it but was still extremely disappointed by it

~ end of complaint segment ~

well. that was a lot. how about we move onto the positives now?

1. the wedding scene. even in book format it’s beautiful.

2. charlie is so endearing when alice hypes him up in his little suit. that’s babygirl sorry.

3. seth is so cute, such a sweetheart. like that’s my little brother you guys! (i adopted him)

4. rosalie making a diy doggy bowl for jacob is so cunty, she’s such a bitch i love her

5. while the fight scene wasn’t in the books i still got the good brain tingle reading through the confrontation scene. i still enjoyed it for what it was, but the fight scene would’ve carried.

5.5 the respective couples celebrating their ‘win’? against the volturi. cute.

6. the ending scene with bella letting her guard down and letting edward see her memories. yes i almost cried

6.5 edward being really excited about it? so fucking cute

7. the book having a happy ending is so relieving. like yess they deserved it (NOT you jacob, don’t get it twisted)

& that concludes this breaking dawn review. while i had a lot of complaints & had a hard time reading a lot of the boon because it was painfully long & so much of it was insufferable, there was still a lot of good ass parts.

also, eclipse is still that bitch. she was not uncrowned. stan her for that

[alpacinosimp69]

Daddy (Charlie Swan x Reader)

A/N: Guys I just watched twilight 😩 it was so scary :((((( but anyway i thought charlie swan was kind of a dilf so i wrote this little thing :))))))) please be nice this is my first fanfic ever!!!!!

Jacob sits on the windowsill, legs dangling over the edge, the moonlight painting him into a jet black silhouette. I’m lying on the bed in a sensual unicorn onesie, holding back tears.

“It’s not right,” Jacob growls softly into the night. “This man’s no good for you. Does he even know what your true form is, Tentacles?”

“Why does he have to know?” you shoot back angrily. “It’s just a casual thing. I’ll forget about him in no time.” Under your breath, you add, “And don’t call me Tentacles. You know I hate that name. You know Dad was still a coke addict when he chose it.”

“Alright,” he sighs. “What do you want me to call you?”

“Tenny.”

“That’s so fucking ugly. I will not call you that.”

“Don’t make me angry,” you growl. “You know what happens when I’m angry, Jacob.”

He punches the wall out of anger. The whole house caves in. Distantly, I can hear the screams of all our brothers as they are crushed to death beneath the debris, but I don’t give a shit. I hate them all anyway.

“You need to hear this, Tentacles!” Jacob yells sexily. “I don’t want you seeing that man anymore! It’s only gonna end badly, for the both of you!”

“Shut the hell up, Jacob! How do you know what’s good for me?”

His eyes soften, and he slumps back against the bed. He stares at his own hairy hands as though he can’t recognize them. “Because I’m your older brother and I care about you, Tentacles. I don’t want to see you hurt. I’m only doing this to protect you.”

I’m so angry i can feel my skin harden into magic rainbow scales that glimmer in the moonlight. Oh 𝓝𝓸... Jacob made me angry. Im transforming. This isn’t good. I don’t want to accidentally hurt him or drag him into the river and hold his head underwater until he drowns and his body gets washed upstream into Portland again (it’s one of my silly little quirks)... 𝓝𝓸. I have to get out. For his own good. Quickly, i leap out the window and flop on the ground until I reach the banks of the river. I have to get into the water soon, or I’ll run out of oxygen and die.

Before I jump into the ice cold water, I yell out of spite, “You can’t tell me what to do, Jacob! You’re not my daddy!”

Suddenly, at the mention of ‘daddy,’ Charlie Swan is summoned from the police station in his policeman uniform with his porn actor mustache and manifests through the cold autumn air. He stares at you, shocked, as you flop madly around and asphyxiate.

“Did someone say daddy?” he asks breathlessly.

“I-I-I-I-I-I did,” you gasp. “Quick, Charlie, dunk me into the river before I asphyxiate and die!”

There’s a panicked look into his eyes as he picks you up roughly and carries you in his arms. You’re a little shy sitting naked in his arms like that (every time you transform into your true mermaid form, you rip out of your clothes... another silly little quirk xD), but his coarse thick dilfy dark dominant arm hairs feel so nice and gentle and warm and sweet and rough... but not too rough, just the perfect amount of roughness... on your bare skin. You blush. He dunks you headfirst into the river.

“Is that better, baby girl?” He asks.

You bring your head out of the water, dripping wet, and say, “y-y-6ay-y-y3s daddy”

He stares somberly into the moonlight and shimmers. “Good. If you died... I-I wouldn’t know what to do. I can’t imagine living without you, baby girl.”

“Even though you’ve only known me three days and we managed to have sex fifty-three times in that brief timespan?”

“*precisely* because I’ve only known you three days and we managed to have sex fifty-three times in that brief timespan.”

You blush. “C-c-c-c-c-can we do it right now daddy?”

“Anything for you, baby girl,” he smirks sexily. You blink and suddenly all of his clothes have been torn off and he’s wading into the water after you. God he’s so fucking sexy. You give him a sexy stare as your papilla widens and you sexily release dozens of your eggs into the water, just ready to be fertilized. He smirks sexily as he sexily releases his sperm, which floats all the way down to the bank of the river and fertilizes all your eggs.

“Oh yeah daddy,” you moan.

Suddenly he sobers up and stares at the moon through the surface of the cool blue water. “We can’t do this anymore, Tentacles.”

You immediately start sobbing and searching for a cliff to launch yourself off of. “BUT WHY DADDY”

“Because.......” he sighs. “I’m a man. You’re a fish. It just won’t work.”

“I’m not a fish!” you scream. “Okay, I’m only part fish! But I’m part salmon! That’s the sexiest fish!”

“I know that’s the sexiest fish,” he confesses. “But babygirl... it’s just not right. I need to protect you. Listen... what if I’m... not the hero? What if I’m the bad guy?”

You sigh and stare somberly up at the moon. “Then... I guess I’m in love with the bad guy, aren’t I?”

He stares at you somberly, eyes shining. “Do you mean it, babyiglr?”

“Of course.” You bite your lip, afraid to go on. “What if I... turned you? What if I turned you into a mermaid? So we could be together forever? Mermaids don’t die, you know. I know we’ve only known each other three days now and we’ve managed to have sex fifty-four times in that timespan, but I... I just know you’re the one, daddy. I want to be with you forever.”

He starts sobbing. “That’s beautiful.”

You’re about to mark him into a sexy shirtless dilfy merman by tearing off your scales and forcing him to consume them one by one when suddenly the water above you ripples and Jacob crashes into the water in his wolf form. He barks at Charlie until Charlie starts crying.

“How dare you touch my sister?” he growls.

“I’m sorry, Jacob!” Charlie begs as Jacob begins to mercilessly maul him to death.

“𝓝𝓸 JACOB STOP!” you scream, trying to pull him off of your lover and soon-to-be father of your seven thousand children.

Jacob turns to stare at you, his eyes softening. You can see a hint of his humanity in those dark brown orbs.

“This isn’t like you, Jacob,” you say quietly. “Look at me, Jacob. This isn’t the real you. You’re letting all the demons inside of you out. I know it’s hard, but you have to hold them in. For your own good.”

“Tentacles...” he says softly, as all of his hair starts to fall out and his skin stretches and disfigures into the shape of an extremely buff human male.

You hug him and sob into his shoulder. “I thought I was gonna lose you, Jacob...”

“Don’t you understand, Tentacles?” he says, staring somberly at the moon. “I would never give you up. I would never let you down, run around, or desert you.”

You smile at him when suddenly you hear the sounds of Charlie desperately gasping for air as he drowns in the river. You immediately start sobbing. “don’t DIE DADDY!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll save him” Jacob growls, immediately grabbing Charlie by the stomach and throwing him onto the bank with his superhuman strength. He immediately starts gasping for breath.

“Is he gonna die?” you sob.

“𝓝𝓸,” Jacob says, staring off into the distance. “Not if you give him mouth to mouth. That’s the only way to save him now.”

“Why can’t you give him mouth to mouth?”

“Because that’s gay.”

You sigh, resigning yourself to your fate. You lean your head down, about to give Charlie mouth to mouth and revive him, when suddenly Edward Cullen bursts through the trees, carrying Bella in his arms. She’s limp, and hopefully dead, but when you get a closer look at her you realize that unfortunately she’s still breathing.

“Jacob, I need your help,” Edward screams, sparkling even though it’s moonlight and for some reason he’s shirtless. “It’s Bella... she almost died again.”

Jacob stares somberly at the moon. “What happened this time?”

“She fell down the stairs and immediately fell into a coma,” Edward screams. “And then she somehow flew out through a window, where she sustained numerous lacerations to the skin. And then she fell off a cliff, where she broke all 206 of her bones. And then the smell of her blood attracted all the nearby vampires, who immediately began to feast on her blood. I had to suck all the poison out of her body for an hour and twenty seven minutes while at the same time resuscitating her and fighting off all seventeen vampires while simultaneously ripping my clothes off.”

“I don’t understand,” Jacob says. “What do you need me for?”

“Guys, Charlie’s dyin—“

“Shut the fuck up!” Edward screams, turning to you. “Nobody cares! Can’t you see someone’s dying over here?” He sets Bella down in the grass and begins sobbing and staring somberly at the moon. “Jacob I need you to give her mouth to mouth.”

“Why me?” Jacob growls. You begin to perform the Heimlich maneuver on Charlie, but you’re too distracted by the sight of edward’s sparkling six-pack to focus.

“Because....” Edward screams, staring sexily I mean somberly at the moon. “If I do it.......... I won’t be able to control myself.”

“From doing what?”

“Just shut up and do it, Jacob!”

Jacob immediately rips off his shirt in order to perform mouth to mouth more efficiently and brings his lips to Bella’s. Edward gets so jealous watching them, he leaps three inches through the air and punches Jacob across the face.

“What did you do that for?”

“Don’t you dare touch her!” Edward screams. “She’s mine and mine alone!”

“You abandoned her!” Jacob growls. “She’s mine now!”

“Guys Charlie’s dying what do I—“

Jacob immediately unleashes his wolf form and begins to maul Edward, but Edward continuously punches him, sparkling in the moonlight all the while. The fight lasts for thirty-two seconds, before Jacob rips Edward’s face off and begins cannibalizing that ugly mf’s body. You watch in horror, and then you realize that Charlie’s still dying. You can’t save him in time and he eventually dies. You get so sad that you start sobbing and fling yourself off a cliff where you hit the stone bed beneath the river and die on impact.

[ssa-babygirl]

Out of my League [Part 5]

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Single mom!Reader

Word count: 4.1k

Summary: A night out with the team leaves you and Spencer with so much unsaid, despite how much he spills to you while you’re drunk and half asleep. 

Warning(s): Mentions of past addiction, alcohol consumption, some swear words, mentions of past bullying, EXTREME PINING

Author’s Note: I told yall this chapter wouldn’t take 10 years. just like... a week and a half. I promise I’ll do better lmao also enjoy the fluff cuz uh,, yall are gonna hate me next chapter oops

[Previous Part] [Series Masterlist]

Washington D.C., 2009

(Reader POV)

Rossi’s dinner party would not be the last time Spencer had to drive your drunk ass home. It happened two or three in the two years since that night. Dave meant it when he said you were one of them. Whenever they went out for drinks after a case, you would get a text from one of the girls asking if you wanted to come. Your mom living a few blocks away from you was helpful because you just needed to drop Jamie off and head over to O’Keefe’s. You very rarely went overboard because you normally had to drive home, but tonight was not one of those nights.

The team had just gotten back from a local case in Bethesda, so Emily offered to pick you up on her way back. Hotch gave them all the rest of the night off after they made the arrest, but Spencer, always the workaholic, still wanted to finish up his paperwork before going out. 

Your mom came to get Jamie and take him back to her house, so you were free to get all dressed up for a night on the town with your friends. You didn’t want to look too formal since most of them were still going to be in their work clothes, so you got out a cute green button-down blouse and tucked it into some high-waisted jeans. You put on your favorite locket and let your hair down. You went with a light makeup look, just brows, cheeks, and lashes. You were all set by the time Emily pulled up in front of your place. You strapped up your wedges and grabbed your purse, heading out the door, excited to see everyone after they’d been so busy.

“Hey! You look nice!”

“And you’re not so bad for fresh off a crime scene.”

“Should’ve seen me catch the guy, I looked amazing.”

“I’m sure you did, Em.”

Emily told you about the case, or rather just the ending. You only liked to hear her stories when they had happy endings. This one was pleasant enough, but you had a feeling that she was leaving some details out since it was apparently so bad that even Spencer would be tagging along for drinks.

When you got to the bar, Derek and Penelope were already sitting at a booth in the back with Aaron and Dave. Penelope hopped up from her seat to give you a hug as soon as you approached the table. 

“Hey, there she is,” Morgan smiled over his beer.

“Reid’s not driving tonight?” Aaron asked.

“He texted me, he’s on his way, he wanted to finish his paperwork back at the precinct.” 

“So what I’m hearing is you finally have time to tell us stories about Reid in high school,” Dave said with a smirk.

“No, come on, he’ll kill me,” you settled into the booth.

Emily snorted, “I’d be surprised if he even found it in him to be mad at you.”

“Oh, it’s happened before.” Your face scrunched up at the memory of what happened that day on the football field.

“Really?” Penelope seemed shocked.

“Yeah I’d… Rather not talk about it.” You didn’t know if Spencer had told the team about the Alexa Lisbon incident, so you didn’t want to talk about how he had been so angry with you for babying him. 

“Oh, come on, the kid was in love with you,” Derek prodded, “What’d you do?”

You elected to ignore his comment, “No, it was just stupid.” You could still talk about Kyle, though. The team knew the story of how you’d met Spencer, they just didn’t know about how upset he was when he found out you got back together with Kyle just a few months after you dumped him.

“We love hearing about the stupid things you did!” Garcia squealed.

You stared at the table and fiddled with a napkin to avoid eye contact as you said, “I dated one of his bullies.”

Dave was the first to break the silence, “But Reid said you broke up with him when you found out.”

You bit your lip and hesitated before owning up to it, “Did he tell you that Kyle is Jamie’s dad?”

Emily gasped, “No way!”

“We barely spoke outside of tutoring after that between him being scared of Kyle and basketball season. We were both busy with our teams.”

“Reid played basketball?” Aaron asked, amused.

“He was the coach.” You managed to crack a slight smile, “Budget cuts. But, hey, it was for the best, that was our best season in years.”

“Hard to believe he could focus on strategy with you cheering from the sidelines.” Derek wiggled his eyebrows and took another sip of his beer.

You were quick to change the subject, “So is JJ coming?”

Emily shook her head, “She went home after the case cuz she missed Henry.”

“Oh that boy is the sweetest little thing, I miss when Jamie was that little.”

Aaron sipped his whiskey, “How old is he again?”

“Ten. I’m old, don’t remind me, it’s fucking me up.”

“Ah! Language, bella.”

“Sorry Dave. But speaking of getting effed up, I’ll go get the next round.” You stood and took everyone’s drink orders: Dave and Aaron were sharing an expensive bottle that Dave had already paid for, Emily wanted a martini, Derek just asked for another beer, while Penelope ordered the most elaborate cocktail on the menu, but luckily it was her usual, so you had it pretty much memorized by now. 

You strolled up to the bar and gave the bartender the order, which he got right on. He started with giving you Derek’s beer, then Em’s martini, then your rum and coke, before getting to work on Penelope’s ridiculously fruity drink. An older man stalked into your field of view with a beer in his hand, grinning dumbly. 

“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

You snorted, “Has that line ever worked?”

“Truth be told, I’ve never used it.”

“Well you don’t have a great success rate right now, bud.” You looked over the man’s shoulder and made eye contact with Penelope, who turned to Derek and gave him a heads up.

“Well let me buy you a drink, maybe it’ll work better the second time around.”

“Oh, no, thank y—”

“No, come on, what’s one drink?”

You grabbed the tray with everyone’s drinks and started to pass him, “I should really get back to my friends.”

“Hey, I won’t keep you long,” He caught you by the arm and the last thing you saw before he turned you to face him again was Penelope leaping up from her seat to let Derek through, “what are you drinking?”

“Babygirl, how long does a beer take?” Derek stepped up behind you and placed a delicate hand on the small of your back, “This guy bothering you, doll?”

The man dropped his hand from your arm, “We were just talking.”

“Really? ‘Cuz to me it seems like you were trying to put the moves on my girl.”

“Babe, it’s fine,” you caught on quickly, placing a hand on Derek’s chest to keep up the ruse of holding him back, “I’m just waiting for Pen’s drink.”

“Get the hell out of here, man.” Derek glares and the other man leaves reluctantly. “You okay?”

You nodded, “Thank you.”

“Hey, no problem, sweetheart.” He withdrew his hand from the small of your back, “Wouldn’t want Pretty Boy to get jealous.”

You felt your face heat up as your eyebrows knit together, feigning confusion.

“Oh, come on, Y/N, you can’t seriously tell me you don’t see it.”

You played dumb, “See what?”

He sips his beer, “You don’t need to be a profiler to see the way he looks at you, Y/N.”

“Oh, god, first my mother, now you too?”

“I’m serious, I’ve only seen him like this one other time.”

“When?”

“On a case a few years ago. There was this actress we were helping out, Lila Archer.”

“Lila Archer? The Lila Archer?”

“Yeah, she had a little crush on Reid for a bit. They made out once.”

“They what?”

He laughed, “What’re ya jealous?”

“No!” Maybe? “It just seems so unprofessional, I wouldn’t have pegged him for a guy who would--”

“Hook up with a movie star? Yeah, I didn’t think so either. It didn’t work out with them, obviously, he said she only felt that way about him because he saved her life.”

“What does this have to do with me?”

“Ever thought about how you protecting him his whole life may have had a similar effect?”

“Showing him basic human decency didn’t make him fall in love with me, Derek.”

“No, but saving his life did.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think that’s more of a question for Pretty Boy himself.” Derek nodded his chin over your shoulder. You followed his gaze and saw Spencer coming up behind you, grinning as he neared the bar.

“Hey.”

“Hey, haircut! Lookin’ good!” Your fingers laced through his shaggy locks and messed up his new boy band-esque style.

 A faint blush spread across his cheeks as he fixed his hair, “T-Thanks.”

“When you lovebirds feel like talking to the rest of us, I’ll be at the table with the rest of the team.”

You roll your eyes and turn back to the lanky boy next to you, “Lemme buy you a drink, Spence.” 

“Oh, no thank you. I’m driving. And also did you know--”

“You can just say you don’t want it.”

“No, I do. That’s the problem.”

Your face contorted with confusion until it suddenly clicked, “Oh… Has that ever been a problem for you before?”

“Not anymore, and not alcohol, but yeah.”

“Wait, Spence, why didn’t you tell me? I-I’m not mad, it’s your choice, obviously, but I could have helped.”

“You did.”

“I did?”

“Remember that one time I was too sick to talk on our Saturday call?”

“Yeah?”

“I had just gotten back from a case in New Orleans. Remember Ethan from school?”

You nodded, holding onto every word.

“He’s in a jazz band down there now. He talked me into getting help. When you called, I was at the lowest point of withdrawals, shaking so hard I couldn’t sleep, and completely alone. I almost didn’t pick up, but I knew you wouldn’t accept that,” he laughed nervously, “and when I heard your voice…”

He trailed off, finally meeting your eyes.

“When I said I wasn’t feeling well, you said ‘I’m putting Jamie down for the night, wanna hear his bedtime story?’”

You both found yourselves smiling slightly at the memory. 

“Not once, during any book I’ve read, had I fallen asleep so easily as I did when you read me The Very Hungry Caterpillar.”

He took a deep breath, almost shuddering, “It was the first time I slept without nightmares since Tobias Hankle.”

You remembered that name. He’d come up in conversations from time to time but you never heard anything about his case. He was always a touchy subject for the team, and now you knew why.

“How long ago was this?”

“Almost three years ago.” He didn’t even have to think about it.

“Spence, you could have told me. You can tell me anything.”

“Anything?” He gulped.

You reached for his hand on the bar and felt it tense under your touch. You’d think after how long you’d known him his touch aversion wouldn’t be an issue with you anymore, but apparently not. Feeling your cheeks heat up, you withdrew your hand as if you burnt your hand on a hot stove and let out an awkward scoff, turning away to look back at your friends, who tried and failed miserably at making it look like they weren’t watching you and Spencer. 

“We should…”

“Yeah… w-we should.” Spencer passed you and sat down next to Derek in the booth, leaving you in your usual spot next to Emily with your first of many drinks that night.

            3 Hours Later

(Spencer’s POV)

I helped her into my car and buckled her up after she couldn’t find the seatbelt. When I got into the driver’s seat, I glanced at her to see if she was still conscious, only to see her dopey smile directed at me.

“What?” I laughed nervously.

“Nothing,” she slurred, dragging out the ‘ing’ and turning her head towards the window.

“You okay?”

She nodded and leaned her head against the glass as I pulled out of the parking lot. She was quiet for the most part during the drive, so I assumed she was asleep, so imagine my shock when she piped up as soon as I parked in front of her place.

“Can you walk me in?” she asked as if I could say no to her.

“Of course.” I was going to regardless. I helped her out of the car and she stood on wobbly legs. She groaned and looked at her feet. 

“Hold this.” She shoved her purse into my arms and placed a hand on my shoulder and hopped up to take off one of her heels, tossing it onto her seat before repeating her actions on her other shoe. She grabbed the pair and marched up the path to her front door. I trailed close behind, just in case she stumbled, which she did. 

She fumbled for her key when she suddenly remembered that I had her purse. I dug through the pockets and fished it out, tossing it to her once I got close enough. She instantly giggled as soon as I met her eyes.

“What’s so funny now?”

“Nothing, Spence,” she failed to stifle a smile as she tried to open the door, “You have nothing to worry about.”

I stepped in beside her, “Well you’ve been awfully quiet since we left and now you’re laughing at me!”

“I’m just thinking!”

“That can’t be good,” I joked, prompting her to lightly slap my arm, “Kidding! What are you thinking about?”

“Don’t worry about it!”

“No, now I’m curious!”

“Just something stupid Derek said before you came tonight.”

“Oh jeez, now I have to know.” She climbed up the staircase and down the hallway in front of her bedroom. She twisted the knob and pushed open the door. I stepped in after her and placed her purse down on the dresser. She flopped down on the bed, shuffling under the covers, not even bothering to change out of the clothes she wore to the bar. I grinned down at her. She looked like an angel snuggled up in the sheets.

“Comfy?”

“Very.”

“Good. Call me if you need anything, Y/N,” I started to walk towards the door.

“Did you have a crush on me in high school?”

I paused.

“W-Where’d you get that from?” Nice job, genius, that doesn’t sound guilty at all.

“That’s what Derek said.” She was now sitting up in bed.

Okay, but how did he know that?

“How did this come up exactly?”

She explained how the team was trying to get her to tell them embarrassing stories about me as a kid (sidenote: not cool, guys) and my dear old friend Kyle came up. She said that Morgan brought up transference, where a person experiences something traumatic and associates their “hero” with safety and feelings of relief after being helped.

“He said one girl you helped in a case had feelings for you and the way you explained transference to Derek sounded like you were speaking from experience.”

Great. This is what I get for only having friends on the team. My best guy friend is also a profiler who can read me like a book. Awesome.

I let out a deep sigh and sat down in the chair next to her bed, “I was.”

“Speaking from experience?”

“Yeah. Because that’s where it all started for me. A pretty girl told off one of my bullies and showed me basic human decency--”

“Aw, Spence, you thought I was pretty?” She teased, eliciting a chuckle from me.

“Of course I did. Y/N, you were the head cheerleader that came to me for help with chemistry and tousled my hair and bought me McDonald’s whenever our study sessions ran late. To twelve-year-old Spencer you were this perfect, unattainable princess--”

“Princess?” She giggled and it was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard, “I like that.”

“Yep.” I laughed with her, “A princess who lived in a beautiful castle with posters on the walls and sparkly beads on the curtains and Doctor Who playing on the TV and a mom that always invited me to stay for dinner and I’m rambling again but that’s perfectly fine with you because you actually cared about what I had to say, especially when I would talk about Shakespeare because A Midsummer Night’s Dream was your favorite assigned reading and--” I stopped myself before it slipped out. 

I love you. I’ve said it a million times to her in a million different ways but I knew at that moment that if I said the actual words that I wouldn’t be able to take them back, not that I would ever want to, I just want her to be present when I told her the first time. If I said it now it would be the first time she’d hear it from me and she wouldn’t even remember it when she woke up.

“And what?” She still smiled at me so brightly that the dimly lit room was lit up by the gleam in her eyes.

I smiled back, “You’re my best friend.”

Her grin somehow grew wider, her eyes scrunching up, but the sparkle was still there, “You’re my best friend too.”

If I hadn’t already decided against it, I would have said it then. I would have repeated those words over and over again until the words lost all meaning, only they never would because they felt like they meant the world to me. But I wouldn’t let myself start. Instead, I just looked at her like she was the moon and stars and all the space in between and said, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Spence, wait,” she murmured, further burying herself in her covers.

“What now?” I whined, the smile still present on my face.

“I think you’re pretty too.” 

It had never been harder for me to resist the urge to kiss her than in that moment. Every fiber of my being screamed to sit back down, lean over her pillow, take her face in my hands, and crash my lips to hers. And for a split second, I thought I would. I almost did. I almost gave myself everything I had ever wanted for sixteen years, four months, and eleven days, but I couldn’t.

“And I think you’re drunk.”

“Spencer Reid!” She squealed, “Just cuz I’m drunk does not mean that you aren’t pretty!”

“Oh really?”

“Yep! ‘Cuz guess what, genius?”

“What?”

“I think you’re pretty when I’m sober, too.”

If I didn’t know any better I’d say she was trying to drive me insane. And you know what?

It was working.

While I was lost in my thoughts, no doubt staring at her, she let out a tiny yawn and snuggled deeper into her pillow. A piece of hair fell in front of her eyes, hooded yet still shining. I brushed the hair out of her face and told her to get some rest.

“Good idea. I’m sleepy,” she dragged out the e and yawned again, “Goodnight, Pretty Boy.”

“Goodnight, princess.” I chuckled softly. My fingers still lingered just behind her ear, so I stroked her hair once more and pressed a small kiss to her forehead once I was sure she was asleep. Her cheeks twitched in a barely conscious smile, making me grateful for my eidetic memory again. I went to the kitchen and took a glass from the cabinet, filling it up in the sink and placing it on the nightstand with some aspirin.

I took a sheet of some stationery and scrawled out a note for her in the morning:

Make sure you stay hydrated. There’s more aspirin in your cabinet but wait a few hours to take it. Call me if you need anything. -S.R.

            The Next Morning

(Reader’s POV)

The coffee machine made too much noise. Your head was pounding despite the fact you took an aspirin a few minutes ago. Now you played the waiting game, hoping it would kick in soon. When the pot was finally done, you poured yourself a cup, hoping it would help wake you up. You normally wouldn’t drink coffee this late, but you needed it. Just as you took your first sip, your mom came through the front door with Jamie in tow carrying his pajamas in a shopping bag. He said good morning to you and ran upstairs to his room.

“Did you just wake up?” 

“Yes.”

“Y/N, it’s almost noon.” You could hear the judgment in her voice.

You took a sip of coffee, “It’s 11:05.”

“I take it you had fun at O’Keefe’s last night?”

“Yeah,” you grumbled, rubbing your eyes.

“How’d you get home?”

“Spence drove me.”

Her eyes widened, excited. She lowered her voice to ask, “Is he still here?”

“Mom!” You whisper-yelled.

“I was just checking!”

“No, he’s not, he dropped me off and went home.” You decided to leave out the whole “putting you to bed” part.

“How’s your hangover?”

“Better with aspirin.”

“Have you been drinking water?”

“A little,” you lied.

“No more coffee until you finish a glass.” She took your mug and dumped its contents down the drain.

“Wh—” You start, “Mom, I’m not a kid.”

“Just drink your damn water.”

“Jesus,” you groan, still making your way to the stairs and heading up to your room, where your water had been put on your nightstand the night before. Under the glass was a note that you didn’t notice when you first woke up. You recognized the chicken scratch handwriting immediately: Spencer.

“Make sure you stay hydrated. There’s more aspirin in your cabinet but wait a few hours to take it. Call me if you need anything. -S.R.”

You smiled as you read the words over and over. You put the note down and took a sip from the glass. You reached over to your phone on the nightstand and dialed his number. It rang twice before Spencer’s voice crackled over the speaker, “Hey, how’re you feeling?”

“Better, thank you.”

“Of course. Did you drink the water I gave you last night?”

“Some of it.”

“Good, did you eat?”

“No.”

“I’m going on my lunch break in a bit, wanna meet up?”

Your heart fluttered at the offer, a small grin tugging at your lips. You nodded, unable to find words enthusiastic enough to express how much you’d like that, before settling on “Yeah! Sounds good!”

“Perfect! There’s a new thai place downtown I’ve been meaning to check out, how about there?”

“Sure! I’ll meet you at Quantico?”

“See you then!”

“Bye,” you all but sighed into the receiver before snapping out of it. You always tried to keep that part of you beneath the surface, but it wasn’t as easy as it used to be. You didn’t remember much from last night, but you did remember calling him pretty boy and making him blush. You remember him tucking you in and calling you princess and brushing your hair out of your eyes. You remembered how your chest swelled with light as he pressed his lips to your forehead, and the soft chuckle he let out seeing you smile against your pillow. 

You hopped in the shower and got dressed, fixing yourself just enough to pass for a functioning adult who did not get sloppy drunk in front of her best friend’s coworkers last night. You told your mom you were going out for lunch, and she happily agreed to babysit for a few hours while you were with Spencer. 

“Have fun on your date!”

“Not a date!” You almost couldn’t tell who you were talking to, her or you.

You got to Quantico about a half-hour later and were met by Dave in the bullpen.

“Oh, look who’s joined the land of the living!”

“Oh, come on, I wasn’t that bad last night. I could have been Penelope.”

“That is true, bella, but it was still a Thursday,” Dave chuckled, “The kid’s in Aaron’s office, he’ll be out in a sec.”

“Thank you,” you said and walked over to Spencer’s desk, sitting down in his chair and making small talk with Emily while you waited. A few minutes later, you saw him walk out of the office, eyes immediately landing on you.

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Battle - Embry Call

Pairing: Embry Call x Reader

Characters: Embry Call

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon: “Haii! Could you please write embry call x reader having a daughter, and embry being overprotective at the battle in breaking dawn part2? Thank you!”

Word Count: 781

Author: Hannah

When you and Embry had decided to start trying for a baby you couldn’t have even predicted all the drama that Bella was going to cause.

Of course, you were happy when you found out that you were pregnant, but it wasn’t exactly a stress-free pregnancy with Embry always going out to help the pack help Bella.

You couldn’t deny the fact that it had gotten on your nerves, some days you didn’t even understand why the pack was helping her – you had voiced as much at a bonfire once, but Jacob didn’t take too kindly to it, whilst the rest of the tribe did seem to agree with you.

Embry tried to be around as much as he could throughout your pregnancy and as the end of your pregnancy neared you were both excited and terrified.

“Babygirl. I’m home!” Embry announced as he walked through the front door.

He didn’t see you in the kitchen, so he headed for the living room where he found you curled up under your favourite blanket with one of his jumpers on.

“Hi babygirl,” he greeted, walking over to you to press a kiss to your lips before sitting down in the sofa and pulling you down so that your head rested in his lap.

You smiled up at him as he placed a hand on your bump, feeling your little one kick their daddy’s hand.

“And how is my other favourite girl?” he questioned as he rubbed his hand on your bump.

You rolled your eyes at him. “We don’t know that it’s a girl yet.”

He narrowed his eyes playfully in your direction. “I’ve told you darling, I just know.”

“If anyone should know, it’s me, I am carrying them after all,” you protested as you felt another kick.

Embry smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “And you amaze me every single day as you do it.”

The two of you sat for a few moments in silence, Embry rubbing your bump with one hand and the other intertwined with yours above your head.

Embry eventually broke the silence with a frustrated sigh which caused you to look up at him.

“What’s wrong?” you asked gently, knowing he was probably worried about what was to come. “Is it the battle?”

He shook his head at you, always baffled at how you knew exactly what was going through his mind. “You’ll have had her by then.”

“Yes, and?”

“And I can’t protect you if I’m out there.”

You placed your free hand over Embry’s on your bump. “You know that I would be there if I could be.”

Embry shook his head with a frown in his face. “There’s no way I’d let you be there, especially not after giving birth babygirl, I’d be even more worried with you there next to me.”

Sighing, you focused on the feel of your baby moving inside you. “You are going to be protective of both of us either way Em.”

“I know,” he breathed out. “Sam has already told me that if I want to step out I can,” he admitted which was a surprise to you. “But I can’t do that to Jake, for some insane reason he loves Bella, and his imprint is her kid.”

You nodded as he spoke, having heard Bella’s story many times already. “I want you to do whatever feels right Em,” you told him even though deep down you didn’t want him at that infernal battle. “Jake has been your best friend for a long time, the pack is loyal to one another and I know you would be restless staying here.”

As Embry listened to you, he knew you were right, you always were. He also knew that something didn’t sit right with him just upping and leaving as soon as your daughter was born – he felt so connected to her already, so protective of her when she wasn’t even born yet, but he knew that you and your little girl were going to be his whole world.

“She’s going to have you wrapped around her little finger,” you commented as you saw the look in his eyes.

His face lit up as he registered what you said. “So, you finally admit we’re having a girl?”

Giggling, you shrugged. “Maybe there’s a reason I can only find girl names that I like.”

He chuckled, staring down at you and wondering to himself just how he got so lucky. But as he thought of you and the happiness you brought to him, he knew that he was going to that battle and he was going to win – there was no way in hell he wasn’t coming home.

[little-diable]

A fathers love - Jasper Hale

Request by anon: Jasper hale as a father Headcanon please?🥺💖

Enjoy my loves. xxx

Jasper would be the most loving father imaginable 

He’d do anything to keep his baby and his mate safe

Jasper would be scared in the beginning 

Still remembering the way Bella had suffered 

He’d stay by his mates side no matter what

Would try and keep (y/n) as comfortable as possible, supporting her through the birth 

He’d be the first to hold his child in his arms

Venom would be pooling in his eyes, the baby would be just so beautiful 

If it would be a girl, he’d keep on calling her “baby”, no matter how old she’d be

If it would be a boy though, he’d keep on calling him “buddy”

(Y/n) would always stay “darlin’”

Jasper would stay around the baby nonstop, feed it, if (y/n) would be asleep and change its diapers 

The older their baby would get, the more protective Jasper would be 

He wouldn’t let their child out of his eyes 

Would be by its side through thick and thin

Seeing it grow up that fast would scare him, fearing about losing his baby any time soon

He wouldn’t let Emmett watch his baby, not trusting his chaotic lifestyle

Jasper would love to make his child smile, would cheer them up anytime they’d feel down

He’d want to rip anybody to shreds, who’d even think about hurting his child

Let me tell you, the first time his babygirl would go on a date, they’d have to go through a lot of shenanigans, till she’d be able to leave the house

He’d love their child no matter what

(Y/n) and him would be so proud of it

[soaronmywings]

Marry Me (EZ x Reader)

Request- I don’t have much of a request, but I know I would love if you could do a tattooed!s/o x ez. She could just have a few select pieces, like him, or is more tattooed like angel. Maybe he loves tracing them, or gets hot and bothered seeing them. Or loves watching you compare pieces with his club brothers 🥺 pretty please

A/N: This started out going in one direction but the took a different turn. I still love it though! Love me some EZ. Sorry it took me so long, @ly--canthrope I legit lost power for two days.

Warnings: Protective!EZ, swearing, minor minor violence, fluff, smut

Sunlight gleamed into the room, pouring over EZ and yourself. It was a long week, you had a rough go at work. Getting cat called and hit on was just one of the many typical things bartenders go through. Especially when the owner had ordered all the girls to sleeze it up, wearing shorts that acted as underwear and shirts cropped to hit just below your breasts. When EZ finally saw what you had to wear, those veins in his arms nearly popped along with the bulging vein down his neck.

“Whoa whoa sweetheart, where the hell do you think you’re going dressed like that?” Ezekiel scoffed as his gaze dragged over your body. You had the shirt on with sweats pulled over the shorts. You hiked your bag higher up onto your shoulder and gave him a weary smile. “I uh- Work. Look, Chris is gonna have my head if I’m late.. I’ll talk to you late- Yeah?” You fumbled over your words as you reached for the door handle. Before Ezekiel could say anything, you were out the door. 

If only he knew.

When you got to the bar, the owner gave you a filthy look, you weren’t in complete uniform yet. You ducked your head down as you made your way to the back. You put your stuff in the lockers that were provided and slipped off your sweats.

Heading back out into the front after you clocked in, your eyes met EZ’s, and your face grew red of embarrassment. He was with the guys, and his smile dropped when he saw what you were wearing. No one but him should be able to see that you had a dragon going up your ribs, and intertwining itself in the middle of your breasts. He was the only one who should know about your pierced nipples that were ever-so present from your tight fitting shirt. Only Ezekiel.

When some of the Mayans saw the lack of movement from their hermano, they followed his gaze until it landed on you. “Oh shit hermano.” Coco whispered under his breath. You tucked your hair behind your ear and bussied yourself behind the bar.

The entire night you could feel his gaze on you. Angrily sipping his beer as he had to sit there and watch all of these random guys gawk at you. Overhearing an onslaught of “Hey sexy thing” or “You comin’ home with me right?”. You would brush them off, just stating that you had a boyfriend and that you weren’t interested.

When Ezekiel saw one of those dirty pigs drag their hand over your ass while you were walking by, he slammed his beer bottle onto the table. Before he could intervene, you had already handled it though.

You took a handful of this random pendejo’s hair and smashed his face into the bar. Blood oozed from his clearly broken nose. “Never lay a hand on me again cerdo (pig), or that will feel like a kiss on the cheek.” You sneered at him before a smile propped back onto your face as you went to help another customer. 

Your boss saw this and stalked over to you, grabbing your arm and yanked you aside. “What the fuck was that hm? Apologize.” Chris was finally going to get what was coming to him. “Y’know what? I’m done. I’ve had enough of your shit. If you didn’t make us dress like low-grade hookers, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.” You pushed him off of you and started walking towards the back.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” He called out after you. “To spend the night with my boyfriend! I fucking quit!” You shouted back at him while giving him the bird.

Ezekiel dragged his finger over your side, mimicking the path of your tattoo. You stirred in your sleep turning around so that you were now nose to nose with him. His arm went around your torso and pulled you closer. “G’morning baby.” Your voice was laced with sleep as you looked up into his chocolate eyes. EZ curled his mouth into a smile.

“Mornin’.” His lips reached your as he pulled you into a sweet kiss.God, did you love this man, and did he love you. You didn’t realize just how much you handling your own shit turned him on last night. His hand trailed down your spine and landed firmly on your ass.

You loved mornings with Ezekiel. The outside world hasn’t weighed on his mind yet, it was like nothing existed. Just the two of you in your own little world. Your hand went around his neck before pulling him back in, your lips meeting his.

EZ pulled you on top of him, never breaking contact. You pressed your hands against his bare chest as the kiss became needier. His hand went under your shirt and rested on your waist, before you pulled back to take your shirt off. “Te amo mi amor. (I love you my love)” Ezekiel whispered as his hands cupped your breast, sitting up and taking one into his mouth. Your head fell back with a smile plastered on your face as his tongue worked magic around your tender nipples, playing with the piercings as he did so. Your hand trailed down his chest, going further and further until you reached the tent in his briefs. 

“Yo también te amo mi alma. (I love you too my soul)” You palmed him through his briefs and raked your free hand over his head. He pulled away from your breast, little marks all over them. His mouth curled into a smile, looking into your big eyes. You tugged at the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down enough to let him spring free.

You plopped yourself into EZ’s lap after the little outburst that just happened. His arm tightly woven around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. “That was so hot baby.” He purred into your ear. You snuggled closer into his chest, ignoring the eyes of the bloody scumbag or your sleazeball ex-boss. 

Chris knew what your boyfriend was a part of, he never really liked the macho bikers. He tried to have you tell the club that they weren’t allowed at the bar. That the club made people scared to come. All you could say is “I can’t control if or when they decide to come by. They’re all big boys’. He didn’t really like that response.  “Can I get a round for me and my boys?” You called out to your boss.

Salt in the wound, if you do say so yourself.

His hand went down to your panties, pushing them aside before lightly grazing his thumb across your clit. “So wet for me, amor.” His lips connected to your shoulder, nipping at the skin. “Only for you, Ezekiel. You let out a quiet gasp as you began to pump him in your hands. His mouth climbed up your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he did so.

“I need to be inside you, do you want me inside you baby girl? Want me to fill you up?” The words left his lips, calm and collectively. You pushed his thick cock forward, grinding against him before lining him up with your dripping wet pussy. Gently you sank down on to him, taking him inch by inch before meeting his pelvis with your own.

You stayed there, just enjoying the sensation of fullness of him being inside of you. The two of you weren’t in the mood for anything crazy, just wanted to devour each other’s touch. His thick fingers dug into your ass as you sat there, in one of the most intimate ways you could think of.

You stumbled through the doors of your shared home with EZ not far behind you. “I’m sooooo glad I left that dump. Chris was such a pig!” Your clear intoxicated state made it hard for you to walk straight. Ezekiel wrapped his arms around your torso and walked with you into the bedroom. “Quite a show, mi amor. Good to know my girl can break a few noses, need be.” He rasped into your ear as he guided you towards the bed.

You spun around and pulled him down for a lust-filled kiss, hungrily trying to pull him closer to you. “Let’s just get some sleep, okay Y/N? Let me help you get ready.” Ezekiel gently pried you off of him, grabbing one of his shirts while you took off your cropped top and slid your shorts down your legs.

EZ drank you in, eyes going from the pierced nipples, to the dragon on your mid-sections, and further down to the array of ink scattered down your leg. Before his head told him otherwise, EZ slipped the shirt over your head.

“Let’s lay down, mi reina bella (my beautiful queen).”

“Cásate conmigo princesa. (marry me princess).” Ezekiel rested his forehead against yours, his nose brushing up against yours. Your eyes looked into his while you let out a breathless smile. “I mean it, mi amor. Marry me. I know that I want you for the rest of my life. Mi amor, mi cielo, mi sol, mi luna y todas mis estrellas. (my love, my sky, my sun, my moon and all my stars.)”

“Without a doubt, mi rey. (my king) I would have it no other way.” Your lips connected with his, finally starting to move his hip slightly. EZ brought you up and down onto his cock, encouraging you to start riding him. You did just that, pushing him back into the bed and pressed your breasts into his chest. You rocked your him, slowly and deliberately. His hand playfully smacked your ass, motivating you to move some more.

You sped up the pace, his hips meeting yours as you came back down onto his cock. “Shit, mi reina You look so fucking good taking this dick.” He muttered as he pulled you back into his chest, taking control. EZ planted his feet into the mattress and continuously thrusted into your sopping wet core, releasing a series of moans and profanity to spill out of your mouth.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!- Just like that Ezekiel- Yes baby take what’s yours.” One of his hands dropped between your sweating bodies to find your sensitive clit. You took your lip in between your teeth when he began rubbing small, harsh circles around it.

“Oh shit amor- yes babygirl. That’s it, come all off this cock.” He groaned into your ear before latching his full lips onto your neck. Your breaths turned shallow as you felt the familiar knot building in your stomach. EZ bit down onto your neck while his moves began to stutter. “You’re gonna make me come, mi dulce.” Your walls began to flutter around him, gripping the sheets around him for self control whilst you yelled out his name.

Ezekiel felt you reach your climax, sending him over the edge as well. “Shit- Ah, Y/N. So fucking good.” EZ bucked his hips into your and buried himself deep inside you as he came. Warm ropes filled you up, but when you went to get off of him, he held you there.

Both panting messes, you looked back into each other's eyes. “Did you mean it?” He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. “I’ve never meant anything more in my life, EZ.” You pepper light kisses along his jawline.

“Round two?”