#please he was so insecure about her feelings for almost all of season 3

[vocallywritten]

The only thing I want out of season 4 is to see a Colin that is secure about Penelope’s love. We got a tiny bit in the epilogue but I just want to see him care free and living his best life because he knows his wife loves him.

[nostalgicmiscellaneous]

Now that we have confirmation from Colin's mouth how much Pen not answering to his letters affected him and his behavior because he felt alone, missing her, abandoned by her and his family, their interaction in S3 part 1 becomes fascinating. I recommend you all to watch the entire season. With the knowledge we have, now that we know his feelings were already confusing him, it adds so much depth to his actions. We know now that he was truly peacocking towards her when he went to find her and she was cold to him because of what happened S2E8. We know he was using his charm to try to work on her - because he hoped it worked, that it would charm her too - but was truly being genuine when he said "I Miss You". He had missed her, he misses her and he feels quite empty. His apology and need to connect with her. Thinking that helping her would make her but also him, specially him, feel better, as she was with him, he felt good with her around. His vulnerability talking about LW shading him. Then we see him realizing how much he loves her company, how much it bother him when her attention is on any other men. Him realizing that yes, missing her so much has a reason...Can you imagine his mind? And when he received praise and admiration from the very person he was craving attention? And it makes the hard fall when he discovers LW harder for him to swallow...because everything she said to him and that pleased him so much was a lie, because she's LW and LW talked badly about him. I'm rewatching all episodes of season 3 and i'm having so many great moments with what we know about him now. and It makes his reticent behavior to kiss her even more sweet because it's almost like he's afraid it will confirm something to him, confirm he does have romantic feelings for her. He is insecure there too, because he already knows by then he's feeling something but she's asking for a kiss that will mean nothing, that she says it's just because he's a friend and she has never been kissed, nothing special to her, something practical. He wasn't down fast, i already didn't think so without knowing with spoken words, but now it's confirmed to us, he had been musing about his feelings for her for quite some time. He thought he lost her and then he though he got her back and maybe even more so now that he can understand his feelings and have a chance to make her feel that way too, but she wants distance and that their kiss, that meant everything to him, will never happen again. And with Debling showing up and trying to take her away, to distance her even more, and she seems to like his attentions, must have been hell and Luke played that so well, the longing, the loss and the understanding. Do it, watch it again with everything we now know about Colin, it makes everything so bloody great. There is whole summer where Colin was our Pen and now we have a very good glimpse of that, when we look at everything now with his perspective in mind.

[deepestnightcolor]

Hi I love your writing!! Not sure if you take requests so please ignore this if you don’t!! What if Sam and reader were dating and then reader finds out about Sam/Penny liking each other in the past so they get kinda insecure and Sam reassures them

nsjhdwj thank you so, so much! <3

It really means the world to me to hear it! :) Thank you so much for your request as well, it was absolutely LOVELY to write. I hope you will enjoy it! Have a lovely day, dear anon~ <3

(Needless to say, I do take requests >:))

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x GN!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 1889 words

✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: a lil jealousy, a lil insecurity. it is mostly fluff, though. gentle kisses and all~

☾ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀꜱ ☽

The relationship between Sam and you had begun to blossom in the fall of your first year in Pelican Town. It had all started out quite simple; playing pool with the blond and Sebastian in the saloon turned into hanging out and playing video games together. Taking turns trying hard levels bled into fleeting touches and looking at one another longer than necessarily needed; until it all ended in a chaste kiss behind near the river. It hadn’t taken Sam much longer to show up on your doorstep with a bouquet of flowers, asking you to officially be with him.

Ever since, your relationship had grown like the crops on your fields – filling your heart with a deep, comfortable feeling of contentment and calm, something no one ever had managed up until the town. However, whenever Sam walked up to you, looking at you with these deep blue eyes filled with excitement and genuine happiness and smiling at you as if you were the first warm day in spring, you felt like you were at the right place, at the right time.

However, there was gossip in town. Little whispers, really, nothing you wouldn’t have expected living in a sleepy community like this. The gossip here was nothing more than a fleeting thought that was spoken out; here one moment, gone the next.

You had always promised yourself to not let these whispers stick to you, to just smile and forget about it. And so far you had done well; the most attention you had spent on anything that wasn’t rock solid was wondering how someone would come up with something like that.

In all seriousness, you just didn’t care for it. It rolled off your back like droplets of rain rolled off your raincoat.

You didn’t think a simple visit to Pierre’s would change that. You were standing in front of one of the shelves in the far back, looking at the different seasonal seeds in stock, considering trying out something new on the fields when you heard Marnie’s voice. It was hushed as it usually was when she was gossiping. Any other day, you would have just turned back to the bags in your hand, but today, you heard your boyfriend’s name. Much to your shame, your ears perked up almost immediately, and even worse, you actually tilted your head a little to catch what Marnie was saying.

“Yes, I am surprised he didn’t end up with Ms. Penny. The crushes they had were quite obvious, even my nephew picked up on it,” she hummed.

Another voice now answered with a hum, but when they talked, you were able to identify it as Mayor Lewis’s. “Even my old eyes picked up on it! I saw them at the bridge often, and I always thought Ms. Penny just waited for him to make the first move and she would have been all his.”

Your heart sank. Sam had had a crush on Penny? You furrowed your brows as you thought back, trying to remember if you ever had picked up on anything like that. Then it hit you – they had often hung out by the bridge together, and if you were honest, you had always felt a weird tension sizzle in the air between them.

Marnie again: “It is quite a shame, really. Jas told me that Ms. Penny looks a little sad when they pick up little Vincent. I think they would have made a good couple; she could have taught him a lot, I bet.”

“And maybe he would have helped her to get out of her shell a little. I thought they were a good match as well.”

You couldn’t take any more. You stepped out from between the shelves and almost ran to the till, slamming the bags onto the counter. “Just these, please,” you smiled at Pierre, loud enough for the hushed whispers behind you to stop.

“Thanks,” you murmured after you had been rung up, fleeing the general store without as much as a look in the two chatterboxes’ direction.

You had genuinely wanted to let go of what you had heard today. After all, Sam was with you now, and he seemed genuinely happy with you. Even now in his sleep, he was looking peaceful and content; his arm stretched out towards you as usual. Whenever you and Sam slept together, he had to touch you in some way. You didn’t mind that, in fact, it usually calmed you and lulled you into a deep slumber. Tonight, it didn’t help.

You had started thinking as soon as your conversation with Sam had faded as his breathing had grown heavier; a clear sign that he was drifting off to sleep.

Had you gotten in the middle of something between Sam and Penny?

Would he maybe be better off dating her?

Would he be happier with her?

Why did he choose to be with you when there seemingly was a spark, big enough for others to notice?

Penny, in all honesty, was not only a beautiful human but had an incredible personality at that. She was a catch, no doubt. Maybe you had ruined the best relationship Sam could have ever had, because what could you offer? You were a farmer, nothing more, nothing less. Doing work many considered as nothing but simple and dirty. Whereas Penny was always clean and well-kempt: being noble enough to try and give the town’s kids the best possible education. Trying to give your boyfriend’s little brother the best possible chances, for crying out loud!

Holy shit, you had probably ruined Sam’s life, what did he even see in you?

“Babe?” a groggy voice next to you asked, making you tense up. You had been so lost in your whirlwind of thoughts that you hadn’t even realized how much you had been tossing and turning. You tried to stay still, even out your breathing. Maybe he would just go back to sleep.

But you knew Sam better than that. And just as you had expected, two strong arms slowly snaked around you, pulling you into a warm chest. Sam’s hand found your hair, long fingers running through it just mere moments later. Sam knew you, sometimes better than you knew yourself, and he knew what to do when you were nervous. And even now in your state of inner turmoil it helped; you relaxed into his arms, and for a split second, your head was quiet.

“What’s wrong, baby? Bad dream?”

That was your chance. If you said yes now, he would probably cuddle you, caressing your hair until you fell asleep. Sleep sounded nice right about now.

“Did I ruin your chances with Penny? Would you rather be with her?”

The caressing stopped, and you could feel the mattress behind you shift. Was he leaving now?

The light switched on, and before you could say something else, you saw Sam’s face hover right over yours. His rough hand was placed on your cheek now, thumb caressing the skin gently as he peered into your eyes. All sleep had vanished now, replaced by honest concern and confusion.

 “Why would you think something like that?”

You bit around on your lower lip, looking away in embarrassment. “I heard Marnie and Lewis talk at Pierre’s today…They…they talked about the crush you had on Penny and the crush she had on you and how you would be a great match and how she is sad when she picks up Vincent now and-“

Noting how stupid you sounded, you stopped yourself, taking in a deep breath and not being able to stop yourself, “and it had me wondering, because I saw you hang out as well and Penny is so beautiful and kind and noble and she would have a good influence on you! And what am I, just a farmer, you have seen me in dirty clothes more often than in clean ones and-“

You looked at Sam helplessly, tears in the corner of your eyes. “And I just…Why did you choose me when you could have had her, Sam? Why didn’t you choose her? You could have…I…” The blond looked at you, patiently waiting for you to finish speaking.

Only when your stream of words had seemingly ceased did he lean in and press a soft kiss to your lips.

“Because Penny isn’t you, my love,” he murmured against the plush of your lips, looking into your eyes. His thumb was still caressing your cheek, allowing his other hand to lock together with yours.

“Yes, Penny is a good-hearted woman, and yes, I might have had a crush on her.  But you touched my heart in a way no one ever has. I fell in love with you, and I mean all of you. Your eyes; the way they light up when you’re proud or happy. The way you smile and the many different smiles you have. I love every single one. I love that you get dirty every day while doing what you love. I love that you give it your all every day.”

Sam kissed your nose carefully, his eyes peering into yours again.

“I love how careful you are with everything, especially with things that are dear to you. Yoba, I love the way your breathing sounds when you are next to me, I love the way you ramble to yourself when you are working on something and think no one can hear you. I love the random sounds you make. I love seeing you. I love being around you. I love you being mine. I love you.”

Sam kissed your lips again, holding onto your face. You looked up at him with teary eyes, hiding your face in his chest. The blond laid back down, carefully pulling you on top of him. He drew random patterns onto your back; mostly hearts and clouds and little stars.

“I remember the first actual date we went on. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was so close to just throwing up. Sebastian kept teasing me, asking me why I was nervous, I had been to the beach so often…” he kissed your head again, holding you a little tighter to his chest. “And then I saw you there. All bundled up in your winter clothes, and I asked myself why I had been so stupid to suggest a date on the beach in winter. But when you smiled at me…Shit, that was the moment I just knew that you were my one and only. And I wouldn’t want to live a life in which you weren’t.”

You sniffled a little, but smiled a little as you thought back to the date. You had, in fact, asked yourself why Sam would want to meet up at the beach in winter, but you could have never allowed yourself to pass up the opportunity.

You closed your eyes; taking in your boyfriend’s scent. He smelled like cotton and a hint of vanilla. Honestly, you found he smelled like home.

You could feel Marnie’s and Lewis’s voices quieten down, as did your worries.

Sam could feel you relax in your arms and slowly lifted your chin with two fingers.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Sam.”

“And tomorrow I will skate on the Mayor’s property.”

“No, Sam."

[thoughtsthatgounnoticed]

Can we please collectively cry about Colin’s speech to Penelope in Episode 8? 😭

It’s almost been a week of mourning since the end of Season 3 and I’m now at my final stage of grief - Acceptance. As emotions subside, some of us will be rewatching S3 and may have a change of heart. Despite the issues I had with S3 P2, I’ve realised there is so much to love about Polin in S3.

Every season Bridgerton delivers a swoon worthy love speech/confession, but Colin’s actually made me cry and had me reflecting on what type of love I want for myself not in my fantasies, but in real life.

It was tender, loving, and romantic. Borne out of his vulnerability and sincerity. I know many wanted the book confession, but this one suited Pen and Colin so well thematically. Colin, who up to this point, has had to grapple with the LW revelation and that means acknowledging feelings of betrayal while experiencing forms of jealously, self-reflection, and love, while letting go of his hero complex, speaks with so much adoration. It evokes a sort of passion that is gentle and quiet, but delivered with unquestionable conviction and belief.

It’s more realistic than dramatic, more grounded than grandiose. He speaks with such reverence and humility to the person he loves - a true moment of softness and calmness, not of anger or desperation. I only wish the show allowed us to be more privy to his thoughts or private character moments, because the realisation of his feelings that is now reflected in his words would have been beautiful to see.

He even says that IF he was to only live with the sole purpose of loving Penelope he would be fulfilled. It’s of course hyperbolic, because we know he has purpose and passions outside of his love story whether that be in his writings or travels, but it paints an incredible image of immeasurable deep devotion. Kind of like when you say you love someone as deeply as the UNIVERSE, or that you will meet and love them in EVERY lifetime. Or even on the other end of the spectrum, when you say you will never love this person even if they were the LAST person on earth! It’s a figure of speech that is limitless.

I also love the simplicity of Penelope’s response. To praise someone for something as pure and as simple as their goodness is so beautiful. Penelope, who has always been moved by Colin’s gentle goodness and kindness to her despite feeling unseen by society, is clearly touched. By letting go of his ego and hero complex he becomes a true hero to Penelope - a GOOD man that proudly stands beside the woman he loves. They could have used any other expression, but she chooses to value the goodness in him. It’s an interesting word choice!

I’ve seen some people think his speech is all about Pen and that devalues his importance or puts him beneath her. I disagree. Despite his insecurities, Colin (a rich man from a loving family) will always have an opportunity to find himself and his purpose, to travel, and to have a voice in society. In a society where men are privileged, Colin uplifts her to be his equal. He says he stands beside her, not behind her.

It’s just so endearing and I’ll be looking forward to seeing all the reflections people have once we take a breather. To be lucky in this fandom is to have seen your favourite couple grow and evolve across the span of 3 seasons - even if it’s not perfect, and with their appearance in S4 confirmed, we’ll get to see more of them - no matter the capacity in which they’ll return.

[prettydeadwriter]

Bolin x Plus Size!Reader

a / n : in this mini HCS it's mainly just how I think he'd be with a plus size / overweight reader !! I'm personally plus size / overweight n thought this would be a sweet little treat for the other bigger people who love this dork

I will say this is kinda all over the place. it's 4:30 am, I'm sleepy and shaky bc of insomnia n this is mainly just some sweet fluff. most is just them in their relationship too :3

Let's be honest this boy will love just about anyone. doesn't matter looks as much as it does personality.

when he first meets you how you hold yourself — whether confident or shy — he takes interest!! this boy bout falls in love with you when you hug him for the first time months into the blooming friendship.

Bolin can understand insecurity. he sometimes feels he isn't enough either so if you're insecure about your chubby body, or your possibly any part of your body that you've deemed 'too big', he's very understanding and suggests talking to him about it.

he really cares, he wants to be there for you like you are for him so when he notices this insecurity he's quick to tell you he's there.

"just so you know, you can always talk to me you know?"

once you feel comfortable telling him about these insecurities — if you have them — he's listening with a caring stare and a hand on yours as he listens so intently. he never forgets what you said and always tries to pay attention to the parts you're insecure about, said parts becoming his absolute favorites when he looks at you.

if you're not insecure he doesn't mind either!!! he loves that you view yourself so well and that it doesn't affect you!! it makes him extremely happy that you're comfortable in your own skin because it means you're not struggling with this specific part. if you struggle occasionally and Bolin learns of this he's quick to come to comfort and remind you how pretty you are.

dates are fun!! he loves park dates but he prefers a nice date at home. don't get him wrong he loves going out to eat, he loves showing you off even more. but having the comfort of sitting on the couch, eating something homemade or takeout, maybe a mover is put on or you're both listening to the radio while cuddling.

Bolin himself , in my opinion , has a bit of a chub on his belly. it's more like muscle that's soft that looks like chub than actual chub/fat but still. he almost giggles if you like to play with his 'chub', even finds it affectionate when you do it and often will give you kisses in return

his favorite activity ever to do is to cook together. personally I don't think he's a great cook, ask him to cook something and it's likely a little burnt but he can boil water!! though seriously he's an ok cook, he's better at being the one to chop things up and let you cook than being the one seasoning or mixing things up.

he loves to hold you from behind with his hands holding your sides softly while he rocks you both side to side as you'd focus on cooking the meal. he'd finished prepping all the ingredients for you a couple moments ago and now continued his routine of cuddling you, rocking side to side like her always did. it was always comforting and a nice way to spend time together.

he loves to be the big spoon with you!! he loves to hold you close and softly pepper the back of your neck in kisses as he focuses on helping you fall right to sleep.

to be continued maybe :3

uhmmm this is kinda short iggg

please like + reblog if you wanna, I appreciate anything that comes my way

this'll be reposted on AO3 once I get an acc since it'll take till april 14th for me to get the invite so ugh,,

otherwise - ask to repost my works , I may be willing to officially repost them myself but yea!!

hope you all enjoyed this, good night 🫶🏻

[jm-2406]

Hi,

I was wondering if I could make a request for a matt murdock x reader idea. You could make it into a headcannon or a dribble I dont mind ✨.

Basically I’ve always found interesting the idea of matt either loosing his powers or his hearing senses (like in season 3)

So id think about something like that happening to him and the reader helping him found himself in his new routine without his vigilante identity.

(insecure and « in need of love » matt is my weakness jsjs)

Lots of angst but a happy ending if possible

(Also its preferable if reader is just a civilian too)

Thanks 🦋

Love me tender.

Summary - an unfortunate accident almost cost your boyfriend's life but you are there to help him recover, even if he gets emotional and says stupid things.

Pairing - Matt Murdock x teacher!reader.

Word count - 855.

Note - I'm sorry for being so late in delivering this, I got my exam results and it was not good. I was upset, so I couldn't get anything done.

Warnings - rushed ending, mentions of accident/injury, Matt and reader having a heart to heart.

Requests - open || find my work - here.

It came as a shock to you when a phone call disturbed your sleep at 3 a.m. informing you about your boyfriend's accident. You were the only person on his emergency contact and the hospital staff were quick to inform you. When you reached the hospital gates, a fear gripped your heart. You were not sure what happened with Matt exactly but you could make out that it was something very serious from the nurse’s words.

“[Y/N] [Y/L/N], I am here to visit Matt Murdock.” You informed the receptionist. She typed something on her computer and directed you towards the ward. That night, you had the biggest shock of your life as you waited for the doctors and nurses treating Matt.

“It was quite a fatal accident, Miss [Y/L/N]. We're lucky that he survived but he might take some time to recover and from what we have gathered, he might have some problems with his external auditory canal.”

“But… he'll be okay, right? He will recover, right?” You asked him. The doctor nodded his head and left because of another case. It was all up to you now, to let him know. You knew how upset he felt if treated with sympathy, you felt like that too. You just wanted him to recover completely before taking any risks with his life.

A few days later, when you were sitting quietly in the living room and grading the test papers, you heard a cracking sound. Rushing to the kitchen, you saw your boyfriend standing and in front of him, a broken glass. “Are you okay? And what are you doing here?” You carefully reached him and brought him back to your room.

Before you could scold him for being so careless and not resting enough, you saw him sitting quietly, too quietly like a statue. He was holding his mask in his hand. It was high time now, you needed to talk. You placed your hand on his shoulder and got his attention. Matt was still quiet.

“You can't carry on like this, Matt.” You said after a moment of silence.

“I don't know what to do. I'm lost, okay. This feeling… the feeling of being helpless and staying at home all day… it kills me. I feel like I failed.”

“No matt. Please don't say things like that.” Your voice was thick with emotions. “We can go through anything if we are together. Please don't shut me out.”

Matt gave you a sad little smile and you knew that you had a long road ahead of you.

A few days passed with you and Matt adjusting to the new life without his vigilante identity. It was a struggle in the beginning but slowly, he recovered… at least physically.

One evening, you were sitting on the couch, watching one of your favourite films when you noticed Matt standing in the corner, lost in his thoughts. “What happened, babe? You alright?” You rushed to him and to your surprise he jerked your hands off him. That had never happened before.

“I think we should take a break.”

“What?” To say you were shocked would be an understatement. You didn't know what came over him suddenly.

“Yes, [Y/N]… we should.” He sounded serious.

“But, at this point? I don't understand Matt. What happened?”

“Because I can't give you a normal life, [Y/N]. Why is it so difficult for you to understand that? You were sitting there, all peacefully, watching a move. We couldn't do that together, or anything normal couples do. How many times we had to cancel our plans because of me being daredevil and trying to save the city. You don't need to go through all of this. You deserve better, [Y/N].” He breathed hard after his confession, sightless eyes following where your figure should be.

“Leave it to me to decide what and who I deserve. I love you, Matt. I know that I never said it before, I didn't want to push you away. I don't want ‘normal’, I just want you.” By the end of it, you had wrapped your arms around his neck and forced him to sit down. It was one of the few raw moments you shared.

“I'm sorry.” He said after a few minutes of silence. “Promise me, you won't do anything stupid like this again.” You asked, gently massaging his scalp. Matt just nodded his head. You knew that you had a long road ahead of you but you were satisfied with the journey. In the end it's just you two, together.

THE END.

[unlikelyjapan]

s2e4 rewatch notes

I'm a bit tired, please forgive the typos:

At the intro, we get a montage of the permits and files and drills, the sense of urgency - the furiousness of the work and notes begging Carmy for something (that was probably already set on his list in the last episode). I guess I stopped paying attention to the timelines - they're now 7 weeks out with no walls and we haven't really gotten into the meat of the series yet - meaning we don't really see Carmy flake the fuck out until 1 month from opening.

Sugar's "don't tell anyone - this is my problem" bit is so sad, watching her castigate herself for bringing another her/carmy/mikey/donna/their dad into the world. I also hate the way such a heavy moment was turned into such a "womp womp - wall fell" moment, as the situation (and Sugar) deserved a lot more gravitas.

But this is a show through the male lens. Richie feels vindicated that he "guessed it". Carmy doesn't know how to show his concern (and to be fair, she'd probably pummel him if he expressed anything in that moment), but the fact that he still lets his sister shoulder so much of the restaurants burdens alone through the rest of the series shows the level he disassociates from his family (even his only caring/loving family member) at every turn.

Marcus is such a good son - I hope in season 3 we get a (posthumous, I presume) look at who his mother was, what shaped his character, how his brother/father play a role (if any) in his current family dynamic etc.

The Chester + Marcus pairing is a magical talisman that protects the show from a deluge of male-on-male emotional evasion, jousting and toxic co-dependency. I don't care that Chester is about as believable as Claire as a character, mainline that shit into my veins.

I love that Carmy ensured that Marcus would have the identical experience he had when he staged in Copenhagen (as described in Fishes to Mikey) - this is in no way coincidental, he would have had to make plenty of arrangements/requests to Marie for things to play out that way. He wanted Marcus to see Copenhagen through the same magical lens he did, knowing Marcus needed the inspiration and a break from his own version of family strife.

The invisible cat (Coco), the looming presence of Marcus' mom on the viewers minds, and the bike scene are three great examples of things that feel foreboding (like the other shoe is going to drop on Marcus) but never actually amount to anything. Whether existential or hopeful, I like it.

"Do you know how to make Shisho Gelee?" - this is such a gentle test to see how insecure Marcus is in this environment. Passing him the recipe as he's googling was an awesome act of amnesty. It immediately brings out Marcus' curiosity in the next scenes - he's asking all the right questions and looks so joyful when Luca gives him concise answers.

The scenes played out to Otis Redding's "I've Been Loving You Too Long", starting with "You're tired - and you want to be free" playing as Marcus walks home. Temporarily free from the impending death of his mother at home after a long illness. Free from the constraints of the (up until now) low-level jobs Marcus' has held down in kitchens with minimal inspiration and nowhere to go. Free from loneliness? The next cut is Sydney interviewing staff, as if on cue.

The quenelle - the heavy-lovin' part of the song as Marcus' is immersed in his work with Luca, falling in love with the ritualization of his craft. Things in Marcus' life haven't exactly been going right, but this is a place of solace. He follows this up by calling his Mom - professing his love for his craft, as well as for her.

Sidebar: The minty snickers bar is almost a sexual release scene during the ballad. I get why so many folks were led down the road to hell that is Marcus x Luca fanfic, as weird as I think that is (no hate! do you!)

The song ends with the pastry dissection on the boat. This man found love/spiritual release in Copenhagen, just like Carmy. "Mission accomplished, I guess."

Fak saying "Dude! We're best friends, we don't tell secrets!" re: the alliance stuff. So....every dude at The Beef/Bear is his best friend, Sugar is Mommy, and Sydney (and Tina, for that matter) are ????

I feel like Fak may be the thing that continues to insulate The Beef/The Bear as a Berzatto clubhouse for wayward boys at this juncture, but I'm originally from Canada (and thus have been force-fed Matty Matheson a.k.a Fak-Light since the mid-aughts) so there's probably some bias creeping in here.

Luca started as a chef 14 years ago. If he entered the profession and competed against Carmy at the same level/experience as a high-school graduate, that makes him and Carmy in the rough age range of 29-32, adjusting for education sans A-levels in the UK. We can put away that screenrant article and die in peace now.

Mikey was "Really tight, but also really out of his fucking mind, and he wanted to open a bakery". Something something Berzatto parallels.

Luca says "I've got a younger sister, somewhere, yeah" after asking about Marcus' family. Luca's got a case of the family damage, the trouble in school, a past-tense case of the ferocious mopes - all the same watermarks as Carmy. Meanwhile, Marcus was just sharing his mothers prognosis, and speaks of his brother with no ill will (even though he doesn't appear to be in the caretaking position with his mom) - are they foreshadowing that Marcus' doesn't have the damage that makes a truly great/ritualized/masochistic chef in the long run?

Luca's may have learned more lessons in life than Carmy has (in part by being thwarted by Carmy) but the habits borne out of family evasion/searching for something else are so engrained with that backstory. Or maybe Marcus' represents the happier/new way of doing things, breaking the toxic cycle (more thoughts on this down the line).

Luca worked to keep up with Carmy after he came to a place of acceptance that he'd never be the best, and that ended up being enough for him. Maybe a blessing is that Marcus' gets to sidestep the whole toxic cycle and just absorb knowledge (from Luca, from Carmy, from Syd) - he's not in a running position, just like Tina.

But of course, we never worry about Tina - she's too self-possessed. Marcus is emotional and easily influenced, so I have a feeling his narrative could turn on a dime.

Luca says "At a certain stage, it becomes less about skill and more about being open....." In summary:

Marcus - Open, but I fear could easily become closed in the wrong environment/trauma.

Carmy - Closed, doesn't really understand how to open when not hiding behind the guise of the restaurant/Syd/emotional fabrications

Sydney - Wants open, but always closes instinctively for self-protection.

Natalie - Open, with the limited emotional tools she has at her disposal.

Richie - *learning* to open, but that's a long fucking road.

Tina - Open

"It helps to have good people around you, too" - see above. The Bear represents the inherent goodness of people, with familial history run roughshod over it.

Marcus asking "Was It worth it? The time you put in" quickly followed by Luca saying "I dunno....ask me tomorrow"

Isn't this the feeling of fecklessness that almost everyone has with their creative craft being converted to labor? There's been a lot of theories floating around that Carmy doesn't like cooking anymore/never liked cooking - could it just be the long-standing feeling of irrelevance when you've taken a deep-dive into your craft for so long that you can't see the forest (inspiration, caring for people) through the trees (red tape, skill level, trauma etc.)?

The man on the bike could also represent saving someone the way that Marcus can't save his mom - it alleviates some of the feelings of powerlessness, and the exchange of comfort in the hug a reciprocity he can no longer experience with her.

"Are you sure you want to get back on the bike?"

A bad thing happened, but the man feels compelled to keep moving - as Marcus said to Syd in S1 "just keep moving" - there are a bunch of metaphors for just proceeding with the restaurant here.

Syd is literally just being goofy and talking to Marcus like a friend when he first calls - I guess I imagined there being a little more heat/aloofness there on her behalf, but it's giving friend-zone. She wouldn't act so familiar if there was a crush, I don't feel its in her DNA....

Marcus sharing the nightmare about his mom's impending death with Sydney is huge (again, the other shoe dropping) - Sydney tries to give an empathetic response (she's not great at anything with a whiff of mortality to it, but she approaches the topic with optimism) and caps it off with a "ugghh - I miss you man" as a reassuring gesture - he's her friend and a great source of comfort.

He nods quietly, waits a beat, and says "I miss you too" - and you can tell the pregnant pause has let Syd know that there's gravity/consequences to her words. She diffuses with the freeze humor because what the hell else are you going to do once a guy tells you about his dying mom nightmare, you spurt out a casual "I miss you bro" and he responds back tenderly that he misses you too. Unenviable.

"Okay, goodnight dude" - Syd hangs up immediately. Oof. Everyone talks about Syd getting a love interest in season 3 to level the stakes with Carmy, but I want Marcus' to bag a hot expediter or something just so there's a bit of joy in his life without a crazy dramatic subplot ensuing.

The mild smile on Marcus' face is so peaceful when he masters the dessert. It's such a quiet satisfaction you can only get when you create things. What a nice way to end the episode.

Holy crap, this was far too long. If you stuck it out, thank you!

[i-smoke-chapstick]

HELLO WORKAHOLICS WRITER?!1?11 PLEASE SOME BLAKE HENDERSON FLUFF I BEG I’m torn between making out with him and playing with his hair TY!! ☺️

‘RED WINE SUPERNOVA,

-BLAKE HENDERSON X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; blake general fluff hcs <3

⋆ tags/warnings. Blake Henderson x female reader. PURE FLUFF <3 This song is SO him, thank god for chappell roan!! making out, playing with his hair (ofc), canon typical drug talk, some vague spicyness. anons i love u pleaseplspls keep sending these requests in im FLOORRRREEDDDD

♫ “I don't care that you're a stoner / Put her canine teeth in the side of my neck / Okay, maybe it's a twin bed, and some roommates.” Red Wine Supernova by Chappell Roan

He is such a BABE

I know I mentioned pet names before, but this man NEVER stops. Ever. There is a never ending list of all the sweet things that come out of this guys mouth. We see him through almost every single season say the word “sweetheart” at least once. It’s his favorite.

And of course, the obligatory “my love,” and “dude” and “brajette” he says 24/7

Getting the craziest stupidest texts with all the ideas he comes up with. Having to talk him down, or if you wanna stir the pot, go ahead and encourage him.

“Babe, you won’t believe the idea I had today. What if we opened a petting zoo, but for people? Like, you pay to come and pet really nice people.”

“Blake, No-“

LOTS of physical affection. Especially showing off infront of the guys. He’s got a girlfriend (probably his first…) and he is in LOVE. He wants to scream it from the rooftops. Besides, out of all the guys, he might be the most insecure deep down. Que his hands wrapped around your waist ALL the time, or hugs from behind. Tackles you with kisses.

Insists on being incredibly chivalrous. Type of guy to run up to any door you need to open JUST so he can open it up for you first. Or, if you and the boys are out on the roof, he’s keeping an arm secured tightly around you. Just so you don’t fall.

Also insists on dragging you along with him everywhere he goes.

Get’s really nervous and excited whenever you reciprocate the affection, but he melts right into it. Seeing you wearing his clothes gives him a heart attack /pos

He’s just so caring. Type of boyfriend to check in on you, make sure you’re eating. He’ll give you a high-five if you eat a taco in two bites, incredibly impressed and just wowed by you. You have his utmost support in everything you do.

The dominant energy and he’s a golden retriever boyfriend LAWD

Him getting reallllll back into theater, wanting to act out some monologues. Attempting to read off Romeo and Juliet, butchering the old english. He’ll have you hold whatever script he’s got, wanting you to check his lines and prompt him.

Talking about dreams with eachother. Getting highly philosophical while he paints your nails, both of you high off your asses. Listening to whatever music CD you two play.

“You know, I think I missed my true calling as a nail artist.” When he’s done, admiring his handiwork.

He just loves DOING things with you. You guys will need to get Der’s to drive you out somewhere, and he’ll take you to a nature park or arcade with the boys. Or if it’s a one on one date thingy, he’ll try his absolute best to cook a frozen pizza. When he inevitably burns it, he’ll take you late night snack shopping and push you around in the cart.

Would love to have you in his WoW guild <3 He’s such a giant nerd ahhh

You’re the ONLY person he lets touch his hair. Anyone else he immediately gets defensive with. But with you? Oh my god, he feels honored. And it feels good. Especially when you snake your hand through his curls while you two are sneaking kisses at some strangers house party.

Speaking of kisses…

Ultimate neck-kisser. That one scene, when he’s with the girl in the pool, and he flips her around kinda roughly so he can kiss her neck? Yeah, it’s those small slight acts of dominance that come out when he knows you’re comfortable with him and just as horny as he is.

The heavy breathing, the way he clings to you. He just can’t keep his hands off of you. One on your face, one on your waist, letting you climb into his lap. When he notices it’s getting real hot and heavy, he’ll flip you over so he’s on top ;)

Those little high-pitched moans he lets out with no shame. The little soft utterances of “Oh god,” and “Damn, you’re so fucking hot. Like, crazy hot.” Quickly muttered between open mouthed kisses he plants on you <3

Mmm the french kissing, the shotgunning smoke out of his mouth while he holds you’re chin, his sharp little canines brushing up against your neck when he bites down softly.

You know that little meme thats like, “If I was a worm, would you still love me?”

If you turned into a worm he’d build you a little sanctuary and take care of you everyday.

[jenniesban]

Okay, season 3

I found it tiring and repetitive. didn't need 10 episodes. 8 was enough. just like previous seasons.  

Carmen in this maniac episode was almost insufferable to watch. Everybody on here was waiting for him to be down, but the writers could’ve done better, and Christopher Storer could’ve shown us better.

First of all, his relationship with Claire wasn't that deep. I know it's all in Carmy’s head, the way he visualizes her etc, and yes I have a high degree of myopia, but this was not shown in s2. It makes me mad watching this lack of commitment with his partner and sister in an opening business.

I care about Camy, and it’s so tragic that he can’t get out of this cycle of abuse. but I’m a human, and sometimes I really wanna beat him. I know he's trying, but this man needs to take his head off his ass asap. Showing his situation with one hundred flashbacks was monotonous to watch. 

About Sydney, I’m so mad how they wrote her this season. Are they gonna end this show without showing us a center episode of her??? this season was a perfect moment to develop ONE OF THE LEAD CHARACTER OF THE SHOW!!!

My girl was passing for so much and alone, but the writers were like, nah, let’s show bad comedy with the Faks instead. Put a woman to babysit Carmen and Richie, two grown-up men for the entire season, it’s insane. (she's so much better than me)

I love Sydney so much, and we know she would rather get a shot than talk about her private life with anyone, but I need her to fight. I need her to speak. The panic attack scene breaks my heart, I don't think is all carmy's fault. It was a mix of everything. Fear of the future, insecure about everything, thinking about her found family and the possibility of losing them, starting a new business all over again (when she spoke on s2 that she didn't have in her to try again), fear of failure again. But I wish they had shown it better from her pov. They should have improved this part. 

I ended this season with a bitter feeling. It’s not a good writing job to have ten episodes of preparation to be resolved in the future. 

(And since Christopher Storer likes Taylor Swift so much, he should take all this hate train and enter his reputation era, and give us a better script in s4. #i think the bear is gonna finish in s4, so lets be productive and finish the show in a good way. please, all this with Joana Calo by his side, let her write!)

I loved Tina’s episode (thank god Ayo directed the best one), ice chips were insanely good. Abby Elliott and Jaime Lee Curtis!!!!!111!1 and the first episode was so well edited and directed. i love those actors very much so, they are so talented.

[star-mum]

the ages in Teen Wolf make no fucking sense and the MTV writers made it MY ISSUES SPECIFICALLY

insane rambling (and very bad math) under the cut

I was thinking.... the Hales weren't recluses ??? (post fire Derek doesn't count, he's been through stuff) cause Derek went to highschool like normal ??? So WHYYYY (besides convenient writing) doesn't ANYONE REMEMBER THEM ??????

Like yeah Derek was older than the main cast, whatever, but CORA ????? SHE'S THEIR AGE ???? THEY PROBABLY ALL WENT TO PRESCHOOL TOGETHER ???? AT LEAST MIDDLE SCHOOL ????

SO !!! i have JUST NOW decided that Cora, Derek and Laura are 3 years apart from each other. "What about Talia and Peter?" you ask me and if you'd given me a FUCKING SECOND I'D TELL YOU !!! GEEZ !!!

Okay so IF we assume Peter is in his early 20s when Derek is in highschool considering ONLY the actor who played him in the Paige Flashback then okay, fine they're like almost 20 years apart BUT !!! Look at Peter now !!! LOOK AT HIM !!! THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN IN 4-6 YEARS (depending on how old you think s1 Derek is) (we'll get to that too, hold on) SO !!!! Im gonna ignore that weird casting choice and confidently give Talia and Peter a 13 years age difference, why ? you ask... idk sounds like a good number, I like things in 3s- WRONG !!! I DID EXTENSIVE MATH AND THINKING ON THIS !!!

We're gonna take some liberty here and assume Wolf Born Families are a bit traditional when it comes to kids and stuff SO Talia would've probably had her first kid in her very early 20s BUT we also need to consider that she was The Alpha of the house (and I refuse to believe Hale isn't HER family name) (OH ALSO !! Since the spark passed from her to Laura we can assume, cause I want to, that, at least, the Hale Pack worked as a matriarchy) which demands a lot of respect and work soooo I'm gonna go with her being about 24-25 when she had Laura

WHICH !!! Would've made Peter 11-12, which is not that different from the age gap he has with Talia, so he probably used to look at Laura much more as a sister than a niece (you know for the pain and suffering and drama) SO !!! when Derek was 15, Peter was 29-30 aaaand 29 makes the most sense to me, so I'd go with that!

Please dont get me started on the contradicting age of our "teen" cast !! Scott is 15 and then 18 in 10 months ???? Doesn't make sense !!!! So to ME the teen cast is all 17 in season 1 !!! except for Alison who's a year older and very understandably insecure about turning 19 and still being in highschool. And then in the span of 10 months we roll around to Scott's 18 birthday !! hooray time is linear !!!

All this to say, these are all people around the same age as our main characters AND THEY WERE PART OF THE TOWN !!!! HOW COME NO ONE REMEMBERS THEM ????

Even if we operate on the belief that Derek is, during season one, between 19-22 (which feels correct to me) that still makes the family fire NOT THAT LONG AGO (4-6 years) HOW COME PEOPLE ARE FORGETTING ABOUT IT ALREADY ????

Cora is the same age as EVERYBODY ELSE !!!! did they not go to middle school together ? do they not remember her ? who was she friends with ? Before Paige died Derek was very well integrated into High School culture, we have no reason to believe either of his sisters were homeschooled. Peter was a grOWN ADULT !!! I KNOW THE HALES WERE OLD MONEY RICH BUT DID HE NOT HAVE A JOB ???? DID HE NOT HAVE A LAW FIRM TO WORK AT ??? (recently came across a "Peter Hale had a law degree" post and it's canon to me forever now) Did Laura not pick up her siblings from school not a SINGLE DAY OF THEIR LIFE ????

OH !! WHICH REMINDS ME !! Derek said at some point that the fire happened when he and his sister were still at school and I'm pretty sure that was on s1 so he obviously meant Laura (i don't think the writers had Cora planned from the beginning, she was there to work in Erica's place) BUT !!! What if he did mean Cora, he walked his little 12 yo sister to school because he's Big Sister Laura (18 yo) was away for college at that time !!! And Kate had no choice but to leave those 3 out cause Laura wouldn't have come home without a good reason and Cora went to school at the time was Derek just a different building

This brings me to my (hopefully) final point: what the fuck is Deatons problem ???? He was Talia's emissary, he knew the pack inside and out and they very OBVIOUSLY KNEW HIM !!! HE WAS BESIDE THEIR ALPHA ALL THE DAMN TIME !!! How come Derek didn't recognize him ???? My vague memory on the dialogue between Deaton and Peter in s1 makes it seem like they Knew Each Other, in that ominous way... why didn't Derek ?? He wasn't a small child, he knew Deaton too, he could've remembered him ????

Again... things that feel like they were written into the plot only AFTER s1 aired

[topaz-mutiny]

There are too many people absolutely convinced that various Glintshore things are going to happen this season and it’s bothering me.

First of all, no, second of all, there’s a Season 3 still for more things, third of all Please See Me After Class For Your F- In Narrative Comprehension.

The tl;dr is that I think everyone is being too horny to realise there’s been 0 narrative buildup to it yet (no, Vex saying things does not count) for a show that has otherwise been pretty consistent about dropping character development hints.

Seriously, the utter lack of thinking about narrative themes and pacing is mind-boggling (at least for me, but I assume everyone who is chomping at the bit for Glintshore scenes are horny motherfuckers, so...)

The show is, a show, with a script and narrative devices, and so far it has been incredibly consistent at giving upcoming scenes build-up and tying it in to character development.

Consider the characters that have been (and almost are) featured in S2 so far:

Vax’s Build-up: Twins are repeatedly separated, Vax is seeing visions of a creepy raven bitch, Vex is having troubled flashbacks of their childhood. Deathwalker’s Ward is the first vestige they are made aware of and their first goal towards building up power and knowledge to defeat the Chroma Conclave.

Vax’s Character Development: Vax gains the vestige Deathwalker’s Ward, initiates Emo Mode, and accidentally made a deal with a god.

Scanlan’s Build-up: “No one cares about you”, constant stream of tiny moments of Scanlan feeling like no one actually cares about him, and his inability to be sincere.

Scanlan’s Character Development: Scanlan gains (and immediately loses, oops) the vestige Mythcarver by befriending a sphynx, and is able to be sincere for a moment, but also loses someone he felt a connection with. He is able to have more sincere moments in spite of the crass walls he’s built up.

Vex’s Build-up: Scanlan mentions one of the vestiges he sees would totally fit Vex. Vex’s insecurities put on full display, only one to be charmed by a corrupted Archfey due to her current state of mind.

Vex’s Character Development: Vex gains the vestige Fenthras, and is more aware of her own flaws and works on keeping them in check. Is able to admit she cares deeply for someone, a type of vulnerability she normally hides behind a facade of coolness.

Grog’s Build-up: Where does your strength come from, Grog implies a vestige is part of his backstory when Scanlan describes it, Grog has his strength sapped from him by a destroyed cursed sword

Grog’s Character Development: Grog will gain the vestige Titanstone Knuckles, and Grog realises his strength comes from protecting those who cannot protect themselves, as well as his friends.

MEANWHILE, far too many people seem to think the scenes associated with obtaining Cabal’s Ruin are going to happen here and now, DESPITE only having 3 episodes left one of which is for completing Grog’s development, and despite absolutely nothing being done to allude to the vestige NOR PERCY’S CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. Observe:

Percy’s Build-up: Percy has been relatively jovial outside of his guilt over killing Vex - knows Ripley is out there and doing soooomething but doesn’t know what (he doesn’t know she is: making guns, giving gun blueprints to other tinkerers, spying on them, allied with the Chroma Conclave, and after the vestiges) and so there’s no real build-up to his issues over the ramifications of being the Father of Firearms and thus no build-up to his line “I forgive you, but I cannot let you leave”.

Percy’s Character Development: Unlikely to gain a vestige since we don’t know Cabal’s Ruin exists and can be pretty certain no one introduced in the show has it yet, so it appearing out of nowhere would be some severe uncharacteristic-of-this-show whiplash. And he... hears Vex confess?

Narratively speaking, the Critical Role crew have done almost nothing in S2 to set up Percy’s next character arc, and as we’ve seen from the previous characters, their arcs are tied very deeply with getting a vestige. No Cabal’s Ruin, no Glintshore scenes in S2.

[brionysea]

watching netflix avatar, for some reason. here are my thoughts

the genocide of the air nomads scene simply shouldn't exist

that is not katara

sokka is initially unlikable. good job!

sokka being so dismissive of katara is still sexist, they're just not calling it that anymore

the southern air temple prologue really lessens the impact of aang being gone for 100 years. it was like 5 minutes ago in screen time

"sky bison. SKY! BISON!!!!" "repeating it doesn't help"

zuko's obsession with the throne is weird. and why is he telling his uncle about his 3 year quest to find the avatar?? iroh KNOWS. he was THERE

someone should've fixed all this exposition pretending to be dialogue. the script needs like 5 more rounds of editing

zuko was never this evil

iroh talking to aang is good. very cryptic. never saying what his own views are, only explaining the new world to aang

suki <3 she's so weird <3

"i'm not just a warrior, i'm a kyoshi warrior" this is the only time this version's obsession with warriors has worked for me. is aang even a pacifist here? i'm concerned

stop yelling at aang for "running away from his responsibilities" he literally didn't do that

where is zuko's honour? not only is he not yelling about it every five minutes, but they're failing to demonstrate that he HAS it, despite what his father would have him believe

the CGI is stunning, especially with the landscapes

i say again: IS AANG EVEN A PACIFIST???? no one else is acting like it, and he's not correcting them. please tell me this isn't gonna be the edgy grimdark version where he kills the firelord at the end instead of keeping his people's culture alive

i like what they're doing with sokka's insecurities

aang and zuko's dynamic is very good

"oh no! there's a huge mountain in the way of rescuing aang!" somewhere in the earth kingdom, toph is laughing

bumi :)

bumi :(

"SAYS THE GIRL WHO FELL FOR A TERRORIST" are we sure sokka isn't a firebender?

this random earth kingdom soldier smacking iroh around for being a war criminal feels more real than any of the main characters

lu ten's funeral???? oh my god

wan shi tong more like what the hell are you doing here

"do you always make jokes when you don't wanna talk about something?" "what? that's not what i do" liar. a lying liar who lies. and his name rhymes with okka

heartwarming aang & gyatso reunion scene (REAL) (NOT CLICKBAIT)

"zuko's so disrespectful to his crew!" cut to aang being the most polite young man in existence

"you shouldn't try to move" *immediately tries to move* have i mentioned that the aang and zuko dynamic is VERY good?

steals your notebook and then earnestly says that you have neat handwriting. nice to see you here, aang. where ya been?

"i'm sorry! i didn't mean to hurt you. i have a feeling you've been hurt more than enough" :(

agni kai changes... bad

"more adult than the original" except they can't handle zuko's scar and say his vision COMPLETELY recovers from that burn. embarrassing

azula is being....... very open

suki and yue aren't just underdeveloped sokka-love-interests here, which is nice. but what is that WIG

"the plan is to reclaim what's rightfully mine!" "so no plan?" "i'm working on it, uncle :("

azula would never say no to her father

wow it's almost like katara fought for the right to be TAUGHT so that after the time jump, you could assume the women of the NWT had received some combat training, instead of just throwing them at the fire nation with no experience, at which point they will immediately be slaughtered

seriously, why is this version so obsessed with warriors? i get that it's war but the main character is a PACIFIST MONK

saving the "katara declares the gaang as found family" moment for the end of the season does flow better than three episodes in. that's always seemed a bit rushed to me

how the hell did they make yue's death about her grieving father comforting SOKKA????

the only time anyone has a point about aang being irresponsible is how he just... decided not to learn waterbending. and it seems like he's finally gotten over that! so everyone better shut up about it from now on because there's no other basis for that so-called "character flaw"

why was azula even here?

verdict: not enough appa

[spideeysense]

Break-up, Make-up, Whatever. Fezco x F!Reader.

A/N: Well, here it is folks! I hope you all enjoy this piece, as much as I did! This was a really fun request to write, so thank you to whoever suggested this! I hope you enjoy it <3. As always, thanks for reading. And feel free to drop a request! (and I'll get working on the next one :D)

Word Count: 2.9k

Desc/Request: heyy babesss, can you please do a fezco x reader where he breaks uk with her because he’s scared that his job can put her in danger. so like yea she’s been really upset and maddie convinced her to go the the new year’s eve party and she shows uk looking sexy as fuckkk, but see fez getting close with lexi and she feels like her heart breaks again and gets all insecure (you can decide the ending) <3 tysm bae - Anonymous

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol consumption. Dirty Dancing. Mentions of drugs, and weapons. Fluff. Light Angst. Suggestiveness. (there is no smut, but I am still going to mark this fic 18+!!!). LIGHT SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 EPISODE 1

Here are some songs I listened too while writing this if you want to get into the ambiance:

First Love/Late Spring - Mitski

J’s lullaby (darlin’ I’d wait for you) – Delaney Bailey

Space Song – Beach House

I Don’t want to be okay without you – Charlie Burg

Disco Inferno- 50 Cent

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The house was quiet when you unlocked the door. The blinds were halfway down, bathing the living room and kitchen, in a soft glow. Rays of sunshine highlighted the particles of dust that danced in the air. You pocked the spare key Fez had given you, and entered the house.

“Fez?” You called out.

The bag of groceries crinkled in your arms, and you put down on the counter. You pulled out the goods, putting them where they belonged. “Fez?” You called out a second time. You were met with silence. Odd. He hadn’t told you he was going out.

You fished out your phone from your bag, and opened it up to the messages screen.

Y/N: Yo bae, wya?????

No response. Worry settled in your stomach. It was unlike Fez to not communicate. You thought the worse, that he had been killed in business gone wrong and he was now lying dead in a ditch somewhere. You shivered at the thought.

You finished putting the groceries away and milled about the house.

An hour had passed and still no sign of Fez, nor Ashtray. The sense of worry was palpable now, your skin felt damp, cool, and hot, all at the same time. Your heart felt like it was in your throat, choking you with your own blood. Your stomach felt like it had turned upside down, and it was shaking itself and it was going to explode. Like a shaken-up can of soda.

You sat on the couch; eyes trained on the door, left leg bouncing up and down.

Suddenly, it flew open with a bang. Fez and Ashtray barged through the entrance. You didn’t miss the gun in Ashtray’s hand, and the handle poking out of Fez’s waistband. You jumped up on your feet.

“Where have you been.” You asked, your voice laced with worry, and a bit of angst.

Ashtray immediately went towards the dinner table, throwing a black duffle bag onto it, its contents spilling out.

They were both silent, focused on whatever task at hand.

“Fez.” You emphasized, a bit angrily.

“You should go upstairs Y/N.” Fez muttered.

You gaped at him, hands on your hips. You stood there silently.

“You didn’t answer my question Fez,” You stated.

Geez, you’d think that being together almost half a decade, would get you some sort of explanation.

“You need to go upstairs Y/N”. Fez said looking down, his focus on loading another gun. He stuck it between the couch cushions.

“Fez, you were gone for hours, I would have at least liked a text” You explain, going near him.

“Y/N I ain’t fuckin’ around, go upstairs. Now.” Fez said voice raised. He stared at you, hard. You could tell from his face he wasn’t fucking around. You sighed, snatched your laptop and headphones, and disappeared down the hall.

Fez rarely spoke to you like that. He was always very gentle and was very careful to not raise his voice around you. When you had your disagreements, you would be annoyed, and irritated, but you would never raise your voice at each other.

As quiet as a mouse, you tiptoed your way upstairs, made your way into your shared bedroom, and softly shut the door behind you. Click. Went the lock on the knob.

Soon, you could hear Mouse’s voice through the vents. Talking. No, ordering, Fez. Money. Drugs. Money. Blah blah blah. You hated when Mouse came over, things would become tense, and stay tense, even long after Mouse had left.

You thumbed the plush, carpet flooring underneath you. It was dry and scratchy. You placed your laptop in front of you and plugged your headphones in. Music flooded your ears as you disappeared into your laptop.

A little over an hour later, you heard the front door close, and heavy and familiar footsteps come up the stairs. Fez.

A gentle knock came from the door, and you moved from your place on the floor, and opened the door.

“Hey” You muttered.

“Hey” He responded and pushed passed you. He sat at the foot of the big, his head in his hands, one slowly rubbing his neck. Slowly, you joined him, pressing your side to his.

“You ok?” You ask, your hand meeting his shoulder. You gave it a soft squeeze.

It was silent between the two of you.

Fez looked at you, his expression unreadable, he opened his mouth as if to say something but closed it.

“Hmm?”

“I think we should break up” He finally said after a long moment.

Those words hit you like a brick, stealing all the air from your chest. You struggled to breathe.

“What?” Your mouth went dry like a desert, you gaped like a fish gasping for air. It felt like the floor had been tugged out from under you, and you were free falling down a pit.

“I think we should break up.” Fez restated, this time a little clearer.

You got up quickly, wiping your hands on the front of your shirt, but you weren’t sweating.

You turned towards the door, and then back to Fez, and then stared at the clock on the wall, and then the dresser, and then the picture of the two of you on the nightstand, next to his joints and some random trinkets. And finally, your eyes made their ways back to his.

They were wet with tears, his eyebrows knitted together.

“Why,” You whispered, you didn’t trust your own voice.

Fez sighed. “I can’t-, it’s not-,” He struggled to find his words. “It’s not safe for you anymore.”

You dropped your hands to your side. Silently you stared at him.

“Fez-“

He cut you off. “He knows about you, I don’t know how, but he does.”

“Fez-“

“No, babe, I’m serious about this shit righ’ now”

“I don’t care.” You said pointedly. You threw your arms in a dramatic shrug. “So what? You’re gonna let a bald-headed drug dealer dictate your life?”

Anger boiled inside you, crawling up your gut, into your throat. You could feel it burn.

“He’s not just some harmless dude Y/N, he can kill you.” Fez said raising his voice. “You need to take this shit seriously.”

You laughed humorlessly; it came out dry. “Oh yeah, I need to take this seriously.” You said in a mocking voice. It was petty, you knew it, and you didn’t miss the flash of hurt that crossed his eyes.

Fez moved towards you slowly, as if you were a hurt animal. He cupped your face in his hands. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, when he pulled away, you saw he was crying. You were crying too. Red hot, angry tears, spilled down your cheeks.

“Fine.” You whisper-said. You pulled away from his hands harshly, you wiped your face roughly with your hands, but it didn’t stop your tears. They dotted the carpet, your sweater, your hands.

In a bag, you stuffed whatever clothing you could find was yours, your laptop, and your headphones.

Fez didn’t even try to stop you. Before leaving you turned around, and with a wobbly and weak voice, you spat “Fuck you” before slamming the bedroom door behind you.

You bounded down the stairs rapidly, ignoring the calls from Ashtray. You flew through the front door and disappeared into the night.

It had been two weeks since you had seen Fez. He hadn’t tried to call, he only texted a few times, which you always responded too, hoping he’d change his mind. You’d ridden by the convenience store on your bike, hoping to catch a glimpse of Fez sitting outside, but you never saw him. Sometimes you stood on the other side of the street, trying to force yourself to go inside, but when you saw him turn around, you’d pretend you were simply walking by, preoccupied with your phone. It became clear to you that Fez was serious. There was no effort from him to get you back, no standing in front of your window at two am, no missed phone calls with voice mails that lamented the breakup. Nothing. And that was worse.

The year was drawing to a close, and you had never expected to end it without Fez. He really came out of no where with this one. Fuck him. You thought. How was it so easy for him to throw away three years? Like what the fuck? You lay on your bed, clothes, dirty laundry, and empty snack bags strewn around you.

A chime from your phone alerted your attention, and you quickly pulled it out.

Madds: Hey bitch.

Y/N: What’s up?

Madds: U should come out with us tonight, its nye. Theres a party

Y/N: Don’t feel like it.

Madds: Bitch wtf, ur gonna become like ugly and gross if you keep staying inside all day.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

Y/N: Fine.

Madds: Yeaa bitch, be ready around 9.

Y/N: kk <3 x

You tossed your phone absent mindedly onto your bed and turned towards the mess that was your closet. You took the plunge. Tossing out random pieces, looking the mirror to see how it would look, and abandoning it on the floor. A black, little piece, drew your attention. It was crumpled between a red velvet dress, and some other stuff. You pulled it out and examined it. It was black, with see thru, mesh pieces under the chest part. The straps were made out of fake diamond crystals, that crisscrossed the bodice.

Perfect.

Pulling it on, you admired yourself in the mirror. It hugged your body in all the right places, and the crystals made your skin glow. You styled your hair, adding small rhinestones to different strands. You finished your makeup and were putting on your heels when you heard a honk coming from outside.

“I’m comin, I’m comin” You murmur under your breath, and you stuff your phone between your boobs and your dress.

The car was cramped with Jules, Kat, Lexi Maddie and you. It smelled vaguely of Everclear, cigarettes and weed.

Music was blasting on the radio, and Maddie had all the windows rolled down. “Bitch you look hot as fuck!” Maddie exclaimed when she saw you. You rolled your eyes and said a sheepish thanks.

Soon the car rolled up to the already-rowdy party. Red solo cups were strewn about the lawn, people were lumbering drunkenly up and down the driveway. Abandoned cigarettes were squished into the asphalt, and the air smelled vaguely sour. Music boomed from inside the house, rattling you to your bones.

Jules dragged you inside, and immediately a cup of some mixed alcohol, that was way too sweet, and way too strong, was in your hand. Disco Inferno by 50 Cent was playing loudly over the speakers, and bodies were dancing, twirling, and grinding. Hazy smoke hung in the air, giving everything a muted look. You didn’t miss the look a few guys who were hanging out in the corner were giving you.

You looked around the living room, trying to act nonchalant. But subconsciously, you knew who you were looking for. Him. This was his stomping ground after all.

Someone handed you another glass, this time the liquid was clear, and smelled strongly of fake raspberry flavoring. It stung your nose. The alcohol stung even more as went down your throat.

For a couple hours you let yourself get dragged around the house and dance floor by your friends. You spotted Fezco a few times, sometimes in the kitchen, and sometimes in the backyard. Each time, he caught your gaze, looked you up and down as if you were a piece of art he was admiring, and then gave you a small, sad smile.

At one point, you had ended up against a guy, grinding sensually, against him. His hands gripped your hips (a little too hard), and his breath was hot on your neck. It made you gag.

“You’re really hot.” Stinky Breath said into your ear. Another internal gag. His hand slid up from your hip and stopped just short of your boob.

“I know.” You said shortly and pulled your self away from him.

“Hey where you goin pretty thing?” He called after you. You ignored him. Instead going to the kitchen and grabbing another drink. And that’s when you saw them. Smack dab in the middle of living room, were Fez and Lexi, looking all cozy.

What the fuck. He breaks up with you and ignores you for two weeks and instead decides to chat up fucking Lexi? What. The. Fuck.

Angrily, you stomped your way over.

“What the fuck Fez.” Instantly, Lexi and Fez broke away from their conversation. A look of shock was etched onto Lexi’s face.

“Y/N..” Fez said, looking up at you. “How’s it goin’?” He asked tentatively. The new found tension in the air was palpable.

“How’s it going? Really, Fez.” You state, you pinch the bridge of your nose. Fez is silent, and adverts his gaze.

“You break up with me because you think I can’t handle your shit, ignore me for two fucking weeks, which was hell by the way. Thanks. And then, I come here and see you all cozied up with Lexi Howard? What, you feel like you can’t have me involved in your life, but feel totally fine wrapping her up into it?” You spat, poking your index finger at him. Was it really that easy for him to move on? What did Lexi have that you didn't? Your heart sinks in your chest. Fez stands up, and he places a hand on your shoulder.

“No, don’t fucking touch me Fez.” Words fly out like venom. You realize your yelling, and some people were curiously eyeing your conversation over their red solo cups.

“Here let’s talk outside.” He suggested, reaching out for you, but you take a step back.

“Fine” You state sharply. “Lead the way.”

Fez sighs, and rubs the back of his neck, he looks down at the carpet. Lexi stands up from the couch and backs away slowly. “I’m gonna…go.” She mutters and disappears into the crowd. He makes a beeline for the fire pit, and you follow him.

You both take a seat around the fire, the orange flames are dwindling, but it still emits a warm glow. When you turn to Fez, he’s illuminated with a dim orange light, and it highlights his ginger hair. His freckles look stars, and you remember countless times tracing the freckles on his face, his arms, hands, and back. And it hits you how much you’ve missed him.

Out here, the energy has changed. Instead of feeling charged and angry, you feel sad, disappointed. “Fez.” You start slowly, but he holds up a hand to stop you.

“Babe-Y/N, I really am sorry.” He toys with his hands in his lap, nervously looking into the fire.

“I just, feel like, I can’t lose you like that-you know?” He glances at you through his eyelashes. His words hang heavy in the air. You know what he means, and your heart sinks.

“Mouse is real scary, and I thought-you know- that if you weren’t around me no more, I could prevent anything happening to you.” He continues. “Cause I love you.”

It’s quiet again.

“I love you too Fez.”

Out of the corner of your eye you see his outstrechted hand, and you take it. He brings your knuckles up to his lips and kisses them softly.

“I’m sorry ma’, I know you can handle yourself” He mutters against your hand. When he pulls away, he starts talking again.

“And I’m not gonna lie, these past two weeks have been ass without you.” Fez laughs, and so do you. “I can’t even get Ashtray to pick up his mess man,” He pulls you up from your spot on the chair, and pulls you into him.

“Don’t ever, and I mean ever, let me break up with you again.” He mutters against your neck. It’s a funny thing to say, but you can tell he’s serious. His arms snake around your waist, his hands resting on the curve of your ass. You playfully (and lightly) punch his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I’m not letting you go nowhere.” You state as a matter as fact. Fez pulls his head up, and looks down at you, his eyes flicking between your eyes and your lips.

“Damn right you ain’t”.

Fez leans forward and presses his lips to yours. His left hand trails down to your thigh, and pushes up your dress a little bit. You let out a small noise, but Fez pulls away.

“I got handle somethin’, but uh- find Ashtray and tell him you want a ride. He’ll be glad to see you.” He says, placing a kiss on your forehead, then your cheek, and then finally, a light soft peck on the lips.

Your breathless by the time he pulls away completely, and detaches himself from you. You give him a small smirk. “Love you.” You whisper.

“Love you too baby” He turns around and head towards the house

“And I’ll see you at home!” You yell after him, sending a flirty wink his way. “I’m lookin forward to it!” Fez calls back, mock saluting you before disappearing into the house.

Maybe, coming to this New Years party wasn’t so bad after all.

[pogueswrld]

*•.¸♡ pillowtalk ♡¸.•*

summary: fem!reader (based on oc) and Bellamy agree to mess with Murphy by flirting together and he gets a little insecure, when she comforts him he decides that words are simply not enough.

warnings: nsfw🦢 SMUT SMUT SMUT, Bellamy (yes that's a warning.), some form of flirting, forehead kisses (I'd like to be warned so), oral (fem! receiving), fingering (fem! receiving), thigh riding, dry humping, breeding kink (?), penetrational sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it pls), praising, slight dirty talk, multiple orgasms, nicknames (pretty girl, pretty boy, angel, baby), switch!Murphy, Murphy with a scruff (also a warning lmao), that's it I think.

note: reader and Murphy have an established relationship, this takes place in the six years time skip between season four and five <3 jasper is alive cuz I said so 🧍‍♀️ gif's not mine, found it on Pinterest

The cold metal of the Ark has become something you're used to, your fingertips trace the lines in the walls and it sends a shiver through your body. Your cloth-cladded feet pads across the halls until you reach the common room where Bellamy sat, looking through an old tablet.

John is having one of his 'I wanna be useful' days and has spent the entirety of the day ignoring you. Perhaps not on purpose, but you still feel neglected.

You decide to get back at him by doing the thing he dispises most; teaming up with Bellamy to annoy the hell out of him.

It is almost dinner time which meant that everyone were about to gather in the room you sat in to have one of the meals you all share together, ever since you all left Clarke Earth, there was a silent agreement to not leave each other's side, no matter what. That led to everyone having the meals of the day together.

Even though the meals usually consisted of Monty's algae in different forms, there still was this shimmering vibration in the air when all eight of you gather around the tables you've pressed together to pass stories about your days or memories from before being locked up in the Sky Box── or in Echo and Emori's case, before you guys showed up in their lives.

Emori and Raven were the first to walk in and sit on the table, chattering about training and how Raven was improving with her punches. Then Monty and Harper with Echo trailing behind them, Harper carrying the bowls while the pot of food in Echo's hands.

A graon coming from the hall behind you caused you to turn around and there he was. When you first got to the Ark, John had asked you to give him a haircut and you happily did, now every few weeks he walks into your shared room with a pair of scissors and sits between your legs as you give him the same haircut he's grown to love.

Somehow, he and Jasper had found friendship in the midst of the madness of it all and the buzzcut boy is walking in behind him with a teasing grin.

"Please tell me you didn't poison this Echo, I don't feel like going into another coma." your lover pipes up, his shoulders cracking up in a shiver at the memory of Monty's first try at the algaes. Murphy was the first to try it, he was in a coma for two weeks.

Echo only smirks at him and sets the pot on the table. You share a look with Bellamy across from you and he nods at you, biting back a smirk at the thought of messing with Murphy again.

John takes notice of the glance and pretends to not see it, he leans over to kiss your cheek and you let him. You don't give him a kiss in return and he furrows his eyebrows slightly, but he doesn't spend too much thought into it as he digs into his bowl hungrily.

You take another glance at Bellamy and kick his leg from under the table, the man with freckles looks up at you and smiles then goes back to eating, trying to stifle his laughter as John clenches his jaw from beside you.

This goes all through dinner and by the end of it you think John might explode from the way he tenses when you place a hand on his knee, his jew clenched so hard you think his teeth might shatter. He didn't leave snickering comments at anyone's stories and some of them took notice but one glance at you they realized you were playing around with him, again.

John is the first to leave the table and you freeze up, Emori gives you an exaggerated stare and you smile sheepishly, "I think we over did it this time," Bellamy mumbles and your face pales. "Oh Jesus, you think so?" He shrugs and takes another spoonful of his soup and you groan, not helping.

"I'm gonna go talk to him and make sure he didn't just break up with me." you rush to your feet and down the hallway that leads to your room, you can faintly hear Raven's giggle with Harper.

They always laugh at the way you jog down the hallways.

You knock twice on the door before pushing it open just enough to let your head through, "John?" he hums in response and looks up at you, his blue eyes glistening in the artificial light in the room. The dark long-sleeved overused shirt he's wearing tightens around his biceps as he pulls at the grey overused sweatpants covering his legs higher up to his thighs.

He looked godly, absolutely heaven sent and you hold tighter to the handle and the door when you feel your legs quiver for a moment.

You walk in and make sure to close the door with the lock behind you, even though you both are very open with your relationship you both prefered to keep moments like these to yourselves. Privacy was a luxury you couldn't afford on Earth, so you take advantage of every moment you can get together on the Ark.

You sit at the edge of the bed and keep your eyes on him, "Are you upset?" you ask and your heart races at the thought of the answer. You know he knows that you usually do this with Bellamy just to mess with him, so he knows that you're not actually serious about leaving him for Bellamy, out of all people. But the idea of you leaving him so easily was never venturing too far away in his mind, it's always hovering just around the corner so the second you do something like this, it attacks him with doubts and insecurities. He hates it, mostly because he knows it's not true, but he still can't help it.

He remains silent and the stillness in the room almost brought tears to your eyes. It never came to this, flirting with Bellamy, it usually ended with you holding to Murphy and all three of you sharing a laugh, never to him being too upset that he won't even look at you.

"We were messing with you, you know that right?" you add, hoping that it might clarify whatever he thought of the both of you, "I'd never seriously flirt with Bellamy, John. I'd never dare do that, not to you, not ever."

"But you still do it." his voice was small but steady, he looks up at your eyes and you almost choke on air, "Yeah, to mess with you. You've been ignoring me all day." you whine softly, bringing both of your legs onto the bed so you're sitting on them and facing him completely, your hands facing upwards.

"I've been busy!" he exclaims, shrugging one shoulder. He turns to face you and his fingers twitch as he hesitates if he should reach out to hold your hand or not, he does it anyway.

"I know and I'm not saying that's a bad thing, I just really missed you today." you say the last part in a low mumble, your eyes casted down to your joint hands so you don't see the way his eyes light up at your comment, you don't see the smile that sneaks up to his face and you don't see the mischievous glint behind his irises.

You feel his index and thumb at your chin as he tilt your head upwards to meet his usually icy eyes, a shiver runs down your spine at how dilated his pupils were. His smile was replaced with his signature smirk and you have to hold back from pressing your thighs together, electricity shoots through you from where his skin touches yours and it travels straight to your core.

"You missed me?"

His voice, just like soft velvt, travels your mind and reaches to your soul. A breath escapes you and you unconsciously lean towards him, "Yes." you whisper and when your breath fans across his face he's reminded once again just how deeply he's fallen in love with you.

Your hands, a bit smaller than his scar-littered ones, clutches to his free hand as he leans towards you and your heart hammers when your lips touch. A fire burns so bright within you that it has you on your knees for him, it reaches the deepest parts of your soul and it makes you crave him with such intensity that it reaches him and he moans against your lips.

The sound almost makes you buckle but you reach up and cup his cheeks, kissing him rough enough to make him aware of just how much you've missed him. His hands sneak around your waist and tug you closer onto him. A surprised gasp leaves your lips as you settle in his lap and he smiles against them, his hands squeeze your hips and you can't stop yourself when you push them closer to his body.

He grunts and one of your hands make it to the back of his head, tugging at his golden brown strands and he moans with a certain desperate undertone that has you in shambles.

You grind against him with a goal now, your stomach flutters at the slight friction against your clothed bundle of nerves. "Someone's desperate," he mutters against your lips with a smirk and you grid down on him with extra force, his already hard dick pressing against you and he moans at the pressure he receives from you. "Could say the same about you, pretty boy." he exhales at the nickname, it sends an electric wave straight to his dick and it twitches.

His hands travel upwards, sneaking under your shirt and the contact of his skin on yours makes you gasp. He curls up the hem of your shirt and tugs at it gently, almost immediately you let him go, just for a moment, and pull off the fabric from your skin.

He let out a soft whimper at the loss of your touch in his hair but when you tug at his shirt he's also forced to let you go and discard the fabric somewhere on the floor, your eyes meet and both of you freeze for a moment, you hips never quitting their movements.

You're both breathing heavily as you find pleasure with each other, the eye contact almost makes you shake in his arms but he leans forward and rests his forehead against yours. "I love you." he whispers and you gasp because even though you've been together for almost four years, it still feels the same. Everything feels like the first time with him.

You wrap a hand gently around his neck and pull him closer, your lips meet and John moans. "I love you." You've learned not to say 'too' when you confess your feelings to each other, it never felt the same as when you say the words as an affirmation.

Murphy's hand travels up your back and unclips your bra, he moves one of the straps off your shoulder and you push your arm out of it, letting it fall freely and pull the other strap along. Murphy doesn't touch you right away, instead he trails his fingertips across your back, your shoulder blades and your neck, he whispers sweet nothings against your lips as goosebumps cover your body and you shiver in his hands.

It's funny how easy he was able to have you right in his palm, shaking and desperately aching for him in every way possible.

When he touches your chest you're left gaping and gasping, squirming in his lap as he pinches your nipples between his fingers. He chuckles at your reaction to him and moans when you move your hips a certain way it has him shaking beneath you. His hands go down and he curls his fingers within your pants, he doesn't move though.

"Can I?" your heart almost leaps out of your chest and your nodding frantically, "Please."

He pushes the hard fabric off your skin, leaving you completely exposed for him except for your panties. You go to take them off but he halts your movement, "No, keep them on." even though your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, your pussy clenched around nothing in excitement.

He sneakily helps you off his lap and let's you straddle his thigh instead, you barely notice, too caught up in chasing your high to notice the position change. When you do notice you pause, but John guides you back into your rhythm, the way your knee rubs against his hard on was making his head spin. "Please don't stop," he gasps into the crook of your neck, his hands squeezing the skin at your hips and it makes you grind against him faster, pressing down onto him harder. "Please."

One of your hands remains in his hair as the other one made it to the tent growing in his sweatpants, you cup him through the fabric and he releases a gasp into your neck, the feeling of his breathing on your sensitive skin causes you to shiver and moan. It was all too good. "Fuck." he grunts and bucks his hips into your hand, begging for more.

Your hand wraps around him through his clothes, expertly moving your fingers in circle motions as your thumb presses against his tip. You can almost feel his thighs shaking beneath you but he simply flexes them and it gives you a delicious sensation that makes you let out a loud moan. You muffle it by biting your lips.

His hazy eyes make contact with yours and he gives you a smile that sends you into heaven. You move your hips rougher against him, completely aware of the way you're dripping through the fabric of your panties and the stain it's creating against his grey pants. He dares a to glance down and sees the stain, the hands on your hips squeeze you once more as a groan make its way out of his throat.

The way you're holding him, squeezing and teasing his climax out of him along with the way your eyes roll to the back of your head when your clit brushes against the fabric separating the both of you from one another pushes him to the edge. He puts one finger against your clit and you gasp loudly then use it to your advantage, your orgasm hanging just out of reach.

He brushes his finger in figure eights against your nerve and you have to stop a squeal when your orgasm takes you by surprise, your legs clenche together and trap his hand between your legs and unintentionally, your hand squeezes him tightly and Murphy moans before throwing his head back, his own orgasm washing over him. A visible stain told her that he just came in his pants.

John takes a glance at his pants then looks at his girl, a blush spreads quickly across his cheeks and chest and he hides his face in the crook of your neck, too embarrassed to look you in the eye.

You let out a soft giggle accompanied with a heavy breath, "Let's get these off." your comment suggested that you weren't done with him yet, and it made his softening cock harden in excitement. He followed your instructions and pulled off his pants as you took off the last remaining garment on you and when you straddle him again, you're a lot more meaningful and vulnerable.

John thought that you would leave him at some point of your lives, he thought that you would get tired of him and his constant need to survive and putting him first in difficult situations but that's not true, and you wanted to show him just how untrue it was.

Your arms wrap around his neck as his hold on to your waist, it wasn't as erotic as you thought it'd be but more sensual. Being completely bare with him, skin on skin, being able to share that kind of intimacy with him caused you to lean your forehead against his own, "I'm yours," you whisper, a simple breath in the quiet room, he wouldn't have heard it if you weren't so close to him. "I'm yours forever." you lift your head and press your lips to his forehead.

He almost whimpers, instead he pulls you down and gives a gentle kiss to your lips and trails it down to your jaw, neck and collar bones. You're gasping when he teases your soft spot.

You can feel him all over, his hands going up and down the sides of your body, daring to take hold of your hips and he kneads at your behind, the force behind his action causes you to press your body closer to his and you don't even realize you're moaning until a finger prods at your entrance.

Still slick from your most recent orgasm, John finds it easily to slip into you with one finger, then another and you clench around him, pulling a sweet noise from the back of his throat that lingered somewhere between a moan and a groan.

The way he receives pleasure from giving you pleasure makes you even wetter if that's possible, and he senses it and smirks against your skin. "You like this, don't you? I know baby, I know." he scissors his fingers and the motion makes you close your eyes and moan, resting your head against his. You almost beg for him to do something but he curls his fingers and you whimper loudly, the words dying in your throat.

John looks up at you with dark, lustful eyes as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you, watching you gasp and squirm in his lap with nowhere to escape the increasing torturous pleasure he gives you. He dares to add another finger and you almost fall apart completely, you squeal and your knees buckle, your legs shake slightly as you try to close them around his hand but he holds them apart. He tsks at you, "Come on angel, I want to see you."

Your eyes flutter and a wave of pleasure rolls through you, but it's not enough to give you the heavenly feeling of a climax. "More," you whimper, one of your hands grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging him upwards to look at you, forcefully removing his eyes from the way his slick coated fingers entered and escaped you repeatedly, "I want more, please." your words are a mere gasp, and John moans lowly when sinful squelches sound across the room from where your bodies connect.

He pushes you down onto the bed to where you're laying on your back, his hand moves out of you just long enough to help you get comfortable, but the empty feeling that washed over you causes you to whimper. "Don't worry angel," he mumbles, a smirk plestering across his face, "I'll give you everything you need and more."

The suggestion causes a heat to rise up within you and you keep your eyes on him from below your lashes, you watch as he litters open mouthed kisses to your chest, the valley of your breasts, your stomach and inner thighs, a gasp leaves you when he bites the sensitive skin gently and you arch your back. "John," you whine, "Please."

"Please what baby?" He knows you hate it when he makes you say the words, but he also knows how much you love it. His eyes cast down to your entrance and catches the way your clench around nothing, it doesn't help your situation and feeds his ego some more, another smirk accompanies his lips as he brushes his scruff against your skin, pressing gentle kisses where he scratched you. "Hmm?"

Another whine leaves you and you arch your back suggestively, he still doesn't move from his spot between your thighs and keeps a pair of innocent eyes on yours, "Yes?" he asks again and you huff, "Can you fuck me? Please." your plea came out in form that suggested you could almost cry from desperation and Murphy fakes a pout, "Aww, is my baby gonna cry? You want me to eat you out that bad?"

Embarrassed, your arms are thrown to cover your eyes, but not the blush that scatters across your cheeks and neck, reaching the tips of your ears. Murphy only chuckles and you're almost tempted to wrap your thighs around his neck and switch your positions so you're in top and choke him with yourself, but the thought flies out the window when his warm mouth latches around your clit.

The sudden warm sensation causes you to gasp loudly and arch your back into him, both of your hands shoot down to his hair and hold onto him tightly, as if you were meant to fly away if you don't. The tug at his strands causes him to moan into your cunt and your eyes roll to the back of your head, both of his hands hold tightly to your thighs ad they rest on his shoulders while his mouth absolutely devours you.

His tongue, having memorized every square inch of your body and knows you better than you know yourself, flicks at the bud of nerves before pressing onto it, he watches you jolt and squirm, but never push him away. He does it again and again, then he let's his nose press against it while his tongue fucks you into heaven.

One of your hands clasp against your mouth to keep your moans at bay while he tongue fucks you, his nose and thumb switch from pressing your clit to flicking it then drawing figure eights onto it. You can feel his other hand disappearing from your skin and when you cast a glance at him, you see him wrap his hand around himself and jerk himself off to you.

The sight makes you moan and John looks up to you then, he catches your eyes and winks, it doesn't help the fire building within you and your back flies off the bed. You moan his name and he almost loses it, his thumb and index squeeze your clit and you squeal and gasp, his other hand leaves his dick and and enters you with a purpose, with the goal to make you cum.

"John," you moan, unable to keep your back to the bed and hold yourself down, both your hands bury themselves in his hair, "I'm so close." he hums against your cunt and laps off your juices, three fingers going in and out of you while his tongue and thumb take turns attacking your clit. "Please please please please," the embarrassment from earlier disappears from your body as you beg for your release, "Baby, can I cum? Please can I cum?"

He chuckles against you and the vibration almost send you floating, but your hold on his hair tightens and he moans and pulls away from you, "Go ahead angel, cum for me, be a good girl and make a mess on our bed."

You whine as you cum, and your legs shake as he holds them apart to not close around his head, his lips don't move from your core and his tongue continues its attack on your cunt. He helps you ride out your second orgasm and when it got too much you squirm away from him, "'s too much, too much."

Murphy only chuckles when he pulls away from you, his nose, mouth and chin glistening with your wetness and you fight the urge to cover your face in embarrassment once again, "Oh you taste so sweet." A gentle whine leaves you and you adjust your body, something prods at your thighs and you're suddenly aware of his hard on.

It was your turn to smirk when he blushes, he buries his face in the crook of your neck and your hand gently, very softly, brushes the back of his neck with the your nails, then letting it trail down his back, sending shivers and goosebumps to raise across his body. "It's my turn to make you feel good." he groans and the sound vibrates through you, your arms hold onto him as you flip him over so you're on top, you straddle his hips and pull away from him to find him grinning. "Oh this is about to be good."

You giggle, distantly aware of his throbbing cock beneath you. You lift yourself off his hips just enough to let his dick rest on his abdomen, then your straddling him again but this time your cunt lays directly onto him and John moans at the sight, his eyes never moving off you as you cover him in your wetness when you grind back and forth on his length.

"Fuck," his curse is enough to let you know that he's enjoying this just as much as you are, and when you feel him twitch you sink into him further, letting your overstimulated clit rub itself in the most painfully delicious of ways.

"I wanna feel you, please," he whines, and your core throbs in desire. You don't tease him like he teased you, you just wrap your hand around him and spread your wetness all over his cock before letting the tip poke at your entrance, you don't push him in though, not even when he bucks his hips in desperation.

"What're you doing?" his breath is knocked out of his chest, he can barely speak and from the hazy look in his eyes you can tell that he can barely think clearly too, you chuckle at him and sink down onto him, feeling him stretch you open as he groans and throws his head back. It felt wonderful to be completely filled by him.

You let out a sound between a strained moan and a whine, John bucks his hips, pushing himself deeper into you, before falling back down to the bed. You know what he wants, but you take it slowly, gently lifting yourself off him, just enough to keep the tip of his dick within you, then you're falling back to let him fill you all the way within you. You both moan, it felt too good not to, and when Murphy sits up, he wraps his arms around your waist and helps you into a steady rhythm that brought both of you to tears from the overwhelming pleasure.

A broken sob escapes you when you feel him reaching deeper within you, his thrusts brushing against your g spot and it makes tears blurry your vision, "You're so close, I can feel you." John gasps into your neck and you whine desperately, your tits bouncing with every thrust and one of his hands cup one while the other keeps a hold on your waist or your hips.

You tug his head away from your chest and lean your forehead against his, your eyes meeting as you breathe the same air, hearts pounding furiously as you both work to chase your highs.

"I love you." he whispers, feeling you clench around him and biting his lips in hopes of not coming undone beneath you already, you press your lips to his forehead, sweat coating your skin and his. He tightens his arms around you and your pace slows down, getting sloppier as your legs scream at you in exhaustion. "I love you."

This time when you orgasm, it's almost relieving, so relieving that you cry shamelessly in his chest. You can feel him thrusting into you still, not holding back when he releases. He groans and whines into your neck as you milk him of every last drop to coat your inner walls, "Holy shit." he breathes, and the inhale that follows feels like fresh air as he wipes away your tears. You hug him closely and he doesn't fight back, he wraps his own arms around your waist.

He helps you lay on your back, still haven't pulled out of you, and keeps his eyes connected to yours. "Sorry for being a dick to you." he mumbles, his hand brushing off a strand of hair that got loose during your activities, you swallow to make sure you can still use your throat and smirk at him, "Sorry for flirting with Bellamy."

He narrows his eyes as a thought passes through his mind, you're almost tempted to ask him what it is but knowing him, he'll grace you with it anyway. "How about you never flirt with Bellamy again, yeah?" he asks, and because he knows you and he knows the way you think, the way you act, he decides to thrust into you one more time before pulling out. He watches you with a smirk as you scrunch your face and nod repeatedly, "Okay, okay okay! Ow, fuck."

You dare take a glance between your bodies and glance at his dick as John purses his lips and slaps it lightly against your clit, it sends a jolt through you and you whine loudly, pushing his shoulder to get off you and he chuckles as he lays beside you.

Yes you might have your differences, and of course you argue, but so does any other couple. What matters is that you talk it out, or fuck it out, and manage to not feel horrible doing it. Sure sometimes it's hard, with John liking to remain silent and brood on his own, but you manage to bring out the best in him, you helped him become the best version of himself and you continue to do so reminding him of what truly matters.

To him, you are the only thing worth fighting for on this decaying world, and you sure as hell feel the same.

[aliceblisss]

hi can i request a 💛💛💛(tons of fluff) reid x fem reader imagine when early seasons spence is crazy jealous when Y/N’s male childhood best friend comes to visit the BAU and has all the ladies smitten with him(and y/ns attention is on her visitor ofc). Also can Y/N and Spence be in like an almost-together-we don’t know if we’re besties or dating- type thing? thank u in advance and if u end up doing it please please tag me!!

Thanks for your request @exhaleli !!!

I love this concept. And I’m gonna throw in a Spencer POV to spice things up.

Sorry this took so long! Hope you like it <3

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Spencer’s POV

“Mornin’ Spence” I heard y/n’s voice coming from behind me. The voice that instantly makes me smile.

I turn around in my swivel chair to face her. I’m met with her beautiful smile and the familiar smell of vanilla.

“Good morning” I gave her an awkward smile as she was standing quite close to me. Not that I mind but it makes me nervous.

She leans on my desk, “How was your weekend?”

I cleared my throat and shifted in my seat, “Pretty boring. I read a five hundred page book in an hour though!”

He eyes widened in surprise; those beautiful eyes with her long eyelashes. “Wow! Was it good?”

“Not really” I shrugged. It made her laugh which in turn made me laugh. Her giggle always made my heart jump a little.

We stared at each other in silence, she looked like she wanted to say something but was hesitant to do so.

“So do you have any plans this Friday? Any six hundred page books you gotta read?” She bit her lip nervously. God those lips. What I would give to kiss them just once.

“I have a few but they can wait” was my attempt at a joke, she smiled. “What’s up?” I asked.

“There’s this high school talent show that’s gonna be open to the public. They do them every year and I heard they’re hilariously bad every time. I was wondering if you wanted to go with me”

I chuckled, “You wanna go make fun of high school kids?”

She said “Yes” with a chuckle as well. And I said “That’s so mean. Let’s do it” which resulted in us laughing uncontrollably. We received a few glares as we were being a bit loud.

Suddenly a guy I’ve never seen before walked in. That wasn’t strange, what was strange was that y/n’s initial reaction was to practically jump into his arms.

They hugged for a few seconds in a very lovey-dovey way. I immediately started to get insecure.

Y/n and I’s relationship is…complicated. For the longest time we’ve been stuck in between friends and more than friends and neither of us do anything about it. We often act and treat each other as more than friends but we can’t call ourselves anything but friends.

I’ve just always thought that I was special to her even if she didn’t have feelings for me the way I do for her. But after seeing this display of affection I’m not so sure.

“Oh hey, Spencer this is James! He’s a good friend from a while back. And—”

“So this is Spencer! Hey man it’s so nice to meet you.” He extended his arm to shake my hand but I declined. “Right right, y/n told me about you and she mentioned you don’t do handshakes, my bad” he was definitely friendly.

“She’s mentioned me?” Was the first thing that could come out of my mouth. Meanwhile I thought how she’d never mentioned him. Weird.

“Of course! I tell all my other friends about you guys” she jumped in.

The team. Of course she’s mentioned me, along with the rest of the team. I need to stop getting my hopes up.

“Let me introduce you to everyone else” she said to him and they walked off hand in hand. My heart sank.

I watched him interact with everyone else. He’s good looking, funny, friendly, talkative, totally not a nervous wreck. Everything I’m not.

“Man he is a fine specimen” I heard García say as she stood next to me, I didn’t look her way.

“What’s wrong?” she asked once she noticed I hadn’t stopped staring and y/n and James.

“Nothing. I’m, I’m fine” I said as I averted my gaze when they started walking back over to us.

Y/n came towards us with a big smile. “Hey so today’s a slow day and I wanted to take James over to the bakery down the block. You guys wanna join?”

“Sure!” García was quick to respond. She put a hand on my shoulder and added, “We’d love to”

I glared at her but y/n didn’t notice. She just said, “Great!” With a beaming look on her face. Spending time with James was worth it if I got to see that look.

~~~

I could hear Penelope talking James’s ear off back at the table while me and y/n were in line.

“So what do you think of James?” She nudged my arm with her elbow.

I have to lie. I hate lying to her but I’d hate more making her feel bad. “He seems like a neat guy” I cringed at my questionable choice of words.

She snorted, “Neat?”

“Yeah. Neat”

“You hate him”

I quickly turned to face her with panic in my eyes. “What? No I never said that”

She rolled her eyes, “You didn’t have to. I know you Spence”

“I swear I don’t hate him. I just have to get to know him better, that’s all” I assured her. I really didn’t wanna spoil her day, after all she is really excited to have him here. Besides I don’t wanna have to explain the reason why I hate him.

We got our coffee and pastries and went back to the table, where García was still talking on and on. Y/n went to sit next to him, but she was still directly in front of me. So I could see every smile towards him, every endearing look, every sweet touch. It was driving me crazy.

Of course she’s like that. She’s sweet and kind and friendly. But I can read his body language like an open book. He’s attracted to her; and he doesn’t see me as competition. Why would he?

That’s when I spotted it. He discretely placed his hand on her knee for a moment. It was almost completely unnoticeable, but I noticed it. I also noticed the way she became a bit flustered. This made me angry.

James started to go on and on about his job as a surgeon—of course he’s a surgeon—and all the crazy stories and lives he’s saved. Y/n and García were were lapping it up.

“Yeah if I had gotten there a minute later that man would’ve died. Good thing somebody thought to ask for a doctor” he boasted, feigning humility though.

“Wow that’s incredible—” García began to say, awestruck.

I bud in, “Actually with a stab wound to the leg chances are he probably could’ve held on long enough to get to the hospital. If the knife remained in the leg of course” I took a sip of my coffee nonchalantly.

He chuckled nervously, “Well yeah, of course. But at the time I didn’t know how long it’d been when I found him and I didn’t wanna take any chances. But hey you really know your stuff”

“I should hope so, I’m a doctor too. Times three actually” I did some boasting of my own and watched as the cocky expression fell off his face. I then noticed y/n’s irritated expression intensify.

“Whoa, does that mean you have—”

“Three phd’s? Yes”

Y/n quickly added, “Well it’s not like you can actually practice medicine. He just likes to know everything about everything”

What is her problem?

“Well I saved your life that one time didn’t I?” I snapped.

She glared at me. I had to hide a smirk behind my cup.

“Wait I haven’t heard this story” James seemed to be completely oblivious to what was going on, but he was intrigued nonetheless.

I winced, “Ooh sorry that’s actually classified information. Anywho I have to get back to the bureau; paperwork. See you guys later”

I quickly got up and walked out before y/n could get another word in because at that point I was fuming.

But I’m not really angry. Why should I be angry about them being attracted to each other? It makes a hell of a lot more sense than her being attracted to me.

I’m hurt. But I hurt myself by getting my hopes up.

And I’m annoyed. Annoyed that y/n acted that way with me. What was that even about?

~~~

About an hour later I see them arrive. Penelope says goodbye to James and heads to her cave. I can see y/n and James through the glass doors but I can’t hear what they’re saying.

I just sit there and watch as they talk and laugh together so naturally.

He stands with confidence. As I observe him I subconsciously straighten my own posture slightly. Maybe she doesn’t like men who slouch.

They say their goodbyes with one final hug and he leaves. She then turns slightly and spots me, I notice her tense up and flare her nostrils a bit.

She’s mad at me.

I decide to walk over to her, through the glass doors.

“What is your problem?” She immediately confronts me.

“What do you mean?” I play coy which only seems to irritate her more. Shit.

“You we’re being such a dick back there!”

“How was I being a dick?” We both start raising our voices.

“The way you treated James, how you felt the need to be a show off and make him feel bad. And I knew from the start you didn’t like him; for no good reason might I add!” She got red in the face which I have to admit is kinda cute but despite that she’s quite scary when she’s mad.

“I simply corrected him and stated the facts, I am a doctor. What I don’t get is why you had to come in and minimize that”

“Because you were being a dick!” She yelled out and we both realized the people on the other side of the doors could hear.

She spoke in a lower tone now, “Why don’t you like him? He was being so nice to you”

“Yeah of course he was. He doesn’t see me as a threat” I blurted, her brows were drawn together in confusion.

“What?”

I sighed. I might as well just say it at this point.

“He’s attracted to you, y/n. I could see it clear as day and he was being nice to me because obviously he doesn’t see me as a threat or competition by any means”

Y/n looked like the puzzle pieces were falling in place inside her mind. “Spence, is that what this is about? You’re jealous?” I saw the anger dissolve from her face and be replaced with concern.

I looked down at my feet, “How can I be jealous with someone who isn’t mine? It just sucked to see you with him. He’s handsome and confident and you two get along so well and he makes you smile. And of course he’d be attracted to you, who wouldn’t be?”

Y/n stepped closer and took my hand to stop my rambling, “Spence, slow down” she giggled, it made me smile.

“You’re overthinking this way too much. What makes you think I like him back?”

I shrugged, still not meeting her gaze. She put her finger under my chin and gently forced me to look at her.

“I think the better question is what makes you think I wouldn’t like you?” She smiled.

“You like me?” I felt myself start to blush.

“Yeah dummy! I thought it was obvious. You know for a genius you can be a bit of an idiot sometimes” we both laughed.

“I guess I find it hard to believe” I admitted bashfully.

She placed her hand on my cheek, “Spencer you’re an amazing guy. You’re kind, caring, thoughtful, incredibly handsome, funny, you’re always making me smile; way more than James ever does. And I like you just the way you are, awkwardness and all. ” she gave my cheek a few soft taps and we laughed again.

“I thought it was obvious I’m crazy for you too” I said.

“Well, I kinda figured. You’re not very discreet” she teased and I pushed her playfully which made her giggle. God I love that giggle.

“You know what?” I walked over to the elevators and pressed the button.

“What are you doing?” She asked. Once the doors opened I grabbed her hand and pulled her in.

She was still confused when the doors closed and I pulled her in for a kiss. It was the boldest thing I’ve ever done, but she gave me the confidence to do it.

And boy was it worth it. My whole face tingled as our lips connected. Her lips felt even better than I ever imagined. She melted into my arms and I could smell that familiar vanilla scent once again.

Her arms wrapped around my neck and I tightened my grip around her waist. She felt warm and soft. She felt safe. I wanted to hold her like this forever.

Our lips parted but my eyes wouldn’t open, I was in pure bliss in that moment. I heard her giggle an get on her tippy toes to kiss both my eyelids.

I opened my eyes to find her smiling at me. That smile that forced me to smile because it was so damn contagious.

“I think we can add good kisser to the list of reasons why I like you” she whispered in my ear and we laughed together.

Take that, James.

[fuckmeupjackson]

(?) MIKE INDIRECTLY CALLS HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH EL FAKE/BULLSHIT in SEASON 3

ok, i've been thinking about this.

so a while ago I saw this post by the legendary @kaypeace21 where she talks about how the word "bullshit" has been used to describe dysfunctional relationships in stranger things...

Nancy to Steve in s2, saying she doesn't love him and that it's all "bullshit." Later, the two break up because of this loveless, superficial relationship. Kaypeace21 draws the parallel between stancy and mileven, when Dustin calls mileven's relationship "bullshit." (Kaypeace made the image down below, i took a screenshot of it is that ok??? i don't even know sorry if it's not, all credit goes to her. I didn't reblog her post because it was really long and I just wanted to isolate this idk)

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But, also in season 3, we see Mike make this statement about El spying on him after their break-up:

Now, when I first saw this scene obviously I thought it was really funny, but there was also something that felt.. I guess, out of place about it. Like, it's not a typical joke that you hear in your average stranger things episode haha. But then I thought about it and how it stuck out, and how it tied back in to all this "bullshit" talk. Characters refer to bad relationships and generally non-genuine things as "bullshit" "shit" or "stupid" so... I know this is really weird but,

Guys.... I think this might have been Mike's coded way of saying he was afraid that El would find out their relationship is, in fact, actually bullshit. He doesn't want her to know what he was thinking/feeling. He doesn't want her to know that he sat on his couch, lazily complaining, asking how in the world it could possibly be his fault she's mad at him, saying things that downplayed her feelings because she's a girl. That's not what you do when you really love someone, especially if you're Mike Wheeler. We've seen his potential for caring for people, just in all the times he desperately searched for, apologized to, and comforted Will.

And ON TOP of that, later on in season 3 when he's admitting his love for her to the rest of the group, she's in the BATHROOM. Then when she comes out and asks what's happening, he acts all terrified like he didn't just say anything important. Almost like he was afraid, yet again, that she would find out he's lying. One more connection to establish this is that when she's in the bathroom with Max earlier, he is afraid she is "conspiring against him." It was all played off as very humorous, but it shows that in general when she's in the bathroom, he's afraid she's listening to him spill bullshit out of his mouth. .. also... he calls her a spy, and in s2 he calls Will a spy, but that time it's fondly... a spy against the mindflayer, aka the bad guy. I think he's insecure about his lying, and doesn't want El to see him as the bad guy and conspire against him for it as the "spy".

Just a theory, idk if this is true, idk if the writers will make byler endgame, but it's just got me thinking ...

this looks pretty bad for mileven to me...

-------also please let me know if this has been said before ------