#sometimes you pick a chapstick as a kid and you just use it for the rest of your life... amen....

[orcelito]

Sleepy Brain is such a powerful force......

Getting ready for bed... brushed my teeth... was wrapping things up... went to put on chapstick, as I often do in the bathroom...

I licked it. On autopilot. My brain just decided that was the thing to do.

Now my mouth tastes like fake French vanilla... what a life....

[demie90s]

What You Need

Caitlin Clark x fem!reader

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You and Caitlin Clark share a dorm. She has a boyfriend—Connor. But you’ve been in her space too long, too close, too bold.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Slow-burn tension, dorm-room drama, forbidden flirtation, emotional cheating, roommate obsession

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:Suggestive content, profanity, emotional manipulation, possessiveness, implied smut, cheating themes

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ~ 2.7k

ᴠɪʙᴇ: “I’m what you need” in a hoodie and boxers, thigh spread on the futon, grinning like you already know she’s yours.

He hates me. And honestly? That shit turns me on.

Connor doesn’t say it out loud, not when Caitlin’s watching, but he doesn’t have to. His face twists every time I walk in the room, every time my hand lingers a little too long on her shoulder, every time I pull her into a hug that ends with her in my arms and her head buried in my chest like I’m home.

Like I’m the one she needs. Not him.

I always flash him a little smile when it happens. A low, lazy one—like I’m not trying. Like this is just me. Relaxed. Confident. Dangerous.

Because it is.

I’ve been a boxer since I was a kid. 5’10, all legs and control, knuckles that don’t bruise anymore. My coach used to say I fight like I’m waiting for the bell to confess something. Calm. Ruthless. Patient.

Which is perfect—because Caitlin’s been testing me since the day we moved in.

Not on purpose. She doesn’t even notice, not really. To her, I’m just her roommate. Her favorite hoodie thief. The one who knows exactly how she likes her tea and exactly when her cramps hit. I’m her best friend. Her shoulder. Her laugh when the world’s too loud.

And yeah… I also eat her out when Connor’s not around.

She doesn’t call it that. She doesn’t call it anything. Sometimes it’s late. Sometimes she’s tired. Sometimes she’s just “feeling weird” and crawls into my bed in her underwear, curled against me like I’m gravity. Her hand slides down, and I take it from there.

No questions. No strings. Just relief.

When it’s over, she turns away like it didn’t mean anything. And I let her. I always let her. Because she can lie to herself—but I see the truth in how she arches into me. In the way her hands shake when I kiss her collarbone. In the sounds she makes when my mouth is on her and nothing else in the world matters.

⸻

Tonight, it’s movie night.

Connor’s here. His hand’s on her thigh. And I’m sitting across from them on the floor, leaned back against the couch, watching them like a goddamn predator.

He hates how close we are. How I talk to her. How she laughs harder at my jokes. How she calls me “baby” when she’s sleepy and doesn’t even realize it.

At one point, I get up to grab my water and pass by them on the way back. Caitlin’s mid-laugh, and without even thinking, I lean down and kiss her cheek.

It’s soft. It’s quick. It’s casual. Like always. But Connor stiffens.

“What the fuck was that?” he says.

I blink. “Chapstick delivery. She asked earlier.”

“I was joking,” Caitlin says, flustered.

I grin. “I wasn’t.”

Connor looks at her, then me. “You let her do that?”

I tilt my head. “Let? I didn’t know Caitlin needed permission to be touched.”

“Y/N—” Caitlin warns, soft.

But I’m already smiling. “Relax, man. It’s not like we’re fucking.”

He opens his mouth. Shuts it.

Because he knows if he really wanted to throw hands, he’d lose. Everyone does. I’ve got shoulders built from rope and repetition. I’ve got forearms that crack necks when I stretch. I’ve got calluses and calm.

And Caitlin? She never defends him. She doesn’t defend me either—but she doesn’t shut me down. That’s enough.

⸻

Later that night, after he storms out (again), she’s sitting on the couch in one of my hoodies.

She always picks the gray one. The one that still smells like my cologne. She claims it’s warm. I know better.

“Why do you do that?” she asks, scrolling her phone.

I raise a brow. “Do what?”

“Mess with him.”

“You mean tell the truth?”

“Y/N,” she sighs.

“I’m serious,” I say, sitting beside her. “I don’t do anything you don’t allow.”

She looks at me. Really looks. And for a second, she doesn’t say anything. I reach out, brush her hair behind her ear. My hand stays there, fingers tucked under her jaw.

“Tell me to stop,” I say again, quiet.

She doesn’t.

I lean in, kiss the side of her neck. The same spot I left a mark last week. The same one she covered up with makeup before brunch.

“You’ve been mine,” I whisper. “Even when you don’t want to admit it.”

Her breath catches. Her phone drops between us.

“Y/N, I can’t—”

“You already do.”

I kiss her again. Her mouth opens. My tongue slides in. It’s hot and desperate and so damn familiar. She moans against my lips. One hand gripping my hoodie like she’s mad at herself.

I push her back on the couch, crawl between her legs, mouth trailing down her stomach.

“You let me do this,” I murmur, lips brushing her waistband. “You always let me.”

She gasps. One arm thrown over her eyes, like if she can’t see it, it’s not happening.

But it is. And we both know it always will.

⸻

She turned twenty-one and the world tried to hand her cake.I gave her everything else.

Didn’t interfere with Conor’s plans—wouldn’t want to seem messy. I let him have the dinner, the movie, the awkward handholding he calls romance. I let him try. But the day? That was mine.

Started with a knock on her door before she even opened her eyes. Fresh coffee, exactly how she likes it—hazelnut swirl, a splash of oat milk, extra whip. Balanced on top? A foil-wrapped breakfast sandwich and a little yellow card.

No name. Just:

“You’re my favorite part of waking up.” — your bestie 💋

Inside was a pressed flower from her favorite walk route and the tiniest heart drawn at the bottom corner.She smiled when she saw it. I know she did. She always smiles at my notes.

Around noon, her phone buzzed.

Another delivery: her favorite lunch, already paid for, dropped right to her hands while she waited in the film room. Everyone looked. Everyone knew. She texted me a soft “you’re insane lol” with a picture of her half-eaten wrap. I replied with a zoomed-in pic of my middle finger.

I signed it: Love, the reason your man’s nervous.

But the real fun didn’t start until she got back to the dorm.

She walked in humming. A little buzzed from the champagne mimosas Conor ordered at brunch. Still in that too-tight dress she didn’t pick for herself. I was sitting on the couch waiting.

Fitted black tee. Baggy sweats. Hoodie slung over my lap. Real domestic. Real demure. (Hehe)

“Hey, birthday girl,” I grinned. “You look uncomfortable.”

She tossed her purse on the table. “You’re such a dick.”

“I’m a visionary.”

She opened her mouth, probably to sass me, but stopped when she saw the small black bag on her bed.

“…What’s that?”

“Your last gift.”

“I told you no more stuff.”

“And I told you I don’t listen.”

She crossed the room, picked up the bag, and pulled out a tiny velvet box.

“…You didn’t.”

I leaned back and laced my fingers behind my head.

“Open it.”

She did. Slow. Cautious.

Inside: a delicate gold promise ring with a single tiny sapphire in the center. She stared.

“Y/N—”

“It’s not a relationship ring,” I said. “It’s a reminder. That no matter where you are, how confused you feel, or who you let inside your bed… you still belong to me.”

Her mouth parted. Her hand shook just a little.

“I’m not yours,” she whispered.

I stood up. Crossed to her slow. Brushed her hair behind her ear.

“You’re so mine.”

She didn’t move. I took the ring and slipped it on her finger myself. Kissed the top of her hand like she was a damn queen. Then I grabbed my phone, pulled her into me, and took a picture of us.

Posted it to my story with no caption. Just audio in the background—her voice from a voicemail she left two weeks ago:

“You’re my favorite person. Don’t tell anyone I said that.”

And the picture? Her curled into me, smile soft, ring glinting in the light.

Bestie behavior.

Conor showed up around seven.

Dinner reservations. A dumb card. One of those overpriced mall necklaces that looked like it came from a vending machine. She smiled. She always smiles. But she didn’t post him.

I watched them leave from the window. Smirked to myself. Because tonight? I’d get her back. And when I do?

I’m not stopping at flowers.

⸻

She didn’t knock.

Just walked in, kicked off her shoes, and threw her jacket across the futon. Her hair was messy. Her lip gloss was gone. And she was already pulling that little mall necklace off her neck like it itched.

I was laid up in bed, hoodie sleeves pushed to my elbows, scrolling my phone like I wasn’t waiting on her all damn night.

She didn’t say anything at first. Just disappeared into her room. A while later, she came back barefoot—in gray sweats, her skin glowing, sports bra tight across her chest like a bow I wanted to rip off with my teeth.

“Cute fit,” I said, smirking.

She rolled her eyes and climbed into my bed without hesitation, crawling under the blanket like it was her spot. Because it was. Wet hair damping the pillow.

I locked my phone and tossed it on the dresser.

“So?” I asked. “Tell me about your night.”

She groaned. “Do I have to?”

“Yes. It’s my gift.”

She laughed, already blushing. That guilty kind. She was curled up on her side, head on my pillow, and I was lying beside her, one hand resting just under the waistband of her sweats.

“I mean… it was fine,” she mumbled.

I raised a brow. “Just fine?”

She shrugged. “Dinner was mid. He kept talking about himself. Got me a necklace.”

“The ugly one?”

“Stop—”

“What about after dinner?”

She hesitated.

I leaned closer, lips brushing her ear. “You let him fuck?”

She didn’t answer. So I kissed her shoulder. Then her collarbone. Then lower.

“Caitlin,” I said, voice a whisper. “Tell me.”

“He—he tried,” she said. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Oh?”

“It wasn’t good.”

I slid my hand lower, tugging her sweats down just enough to settle between her thighs. She shifted. Didn’t stop me.

“So he couldn’t finish the job?”

“I didn’t come,” she whispered.

I grinned against her stomach. “You never do with him.”

She didn’t deny it.

“You know what I think?” I said, lips brushing her hip. “I think you come back here because you know who does it right.”

She inhaled sharply when I kissed lower. Open-mouthed. Slow.

“Tell me what he said when you moaned,” I whispered, tongue teasing her skin. “Did he think it was for him?”

“Y/N—”

“Tell me,” I said again, two fingers sliding in, mouth finding the softest part of her. “I want you to say it while I eat what’s mine.”

She gasped. Tried to speak.

“Use your words, Caitlin,” I growled, tongue sliding in deep. “You’re so good at pretending. Do it now.”

Her voice broke. “He said I was quiet… he didn’t know I was—was close—” I sucked harder. Smirked when her legs shook.

“Close?” I said, voice dark. “Baby, I haven’t even started.”

She whimpered. And I didn’t stop. Not until her whole body arched. Not until her hands gripped the sheets. Not until she came twice—loud, soaked, trembling. Afterwards she just laid there on her side, staring at me like I’d unzipped something inside her soul.

I brushed her hair back.

“He’s not me,” I whispered. “And he never will be.”

⸻

It’s game day. We were all squeezed around the patio table like this was some chill post-practice hangout, but let’s be real—it was a warzone with pretty drinks.

Caitlin sat between me and Connor. Technically, closer to him. But her body? Fully leaned toward me. Legs brushing mine. Elbow grazing my thigh. Reaching across the table—not for her plate, but for mine.

“Want another bite?” I asked, already holding up the sandwich.

She nodded, smiling, mouth parting before I even finished tearing it. I fed her slow. Let my fingers linger a little too long near her lips. She didn’t blink. Just hummed, satisfied, licking her bottom lip after like she forgot who was watching.

Connor shifted next to her, jaw tense, silent. I smiled to myself. Tapped away on my phone like I wasn’t soaking in every second.

“My baby just greedy,” I said, glancing up briefly, voice light.

Her friends across the table lost it—trying to hide their grins behind lemonades and fries, giving each other that look. Like they were watching a romcom where the villain boyfriend didn’t know he was about to get replaced.

Caitlin was laughing too, trying to play it off, but her shoulders relaxed every time I touched her. Like clockwork.

Connor finally spoke. “Didn’t know you were sharing.” I didn’t even look at him.

“She always eats off my plate,” I said, casually. “Says mine tastes better.”

Caitlin didn’t correct me.She was too busy sipping my drink.

He stared at the way she held the straw with two fingers, her pinky grazing the rim—her tongue tracing the top like she was teasing me in public. I knew she wasn’t doing it on purpose. Which somehow made it worse for him. Better for me.

“She could’ve ordered one,” he muttered.

“She likes mine,” I said, still scrolling, smug as hell. “Don’t you, Cait?”

“Yeah,” she said, softly. “It’s fine.”

I tilted my head. “Just fine?”

She looked at me. We both knew what I was really asking. Her smile slipped a little. Got shyer. “Better than mine.” Connor looked like he was about to crush his fork in half.

I just kept scrolling. Cool. Unbothered. Winning.

⸻

Halftime hit like a bullet. Whistle blew, lights flashed, crowd on their feet—but my eyes never left Caitlin. Twenty-two points deep, sweat soaking through her jersey, high pony sticking to her neck. She was locked in all quarter, hitting threes like it was light work, jaw clenched in that way she only gets when she’s trying to prove something. And yet, even in the chaos, she found time to look for him.

Connor.

He was down by the tunnel like he always is—hat backwards, hands in his pockets, pretending like he’s the kind of boyfriend who shows up and means something. And she—sweet thing—jogged over to him. Still panting, still lit up from the court, smile tugging at her lips like she forgot who she was walking up to. But the moment she reached him, he leaned back. Grimaced. Wiped his hand on his jeans like she was a spilled drink.

“You’re all sweaty,” he said, barely touching her arm.

Caitlin’s face twitched, like she was trying not to let it show. She nodded, turned, and that’s when she saw me.

I was leaning on the barrier. Hoodie half-zipped, gold chain out, rings glinting under the lights. Cool as ever. Didn’t call her over. Didn’t move. Just raised a brow and tilted my chin like, C’mon, baby. Don’t play with me.

She didn’t hesitate.

Crossed the space like it didn’t matter who was watching. Like cameras weren’t on her. Like Connor hadn’t just embarrassed the fuck out of her for being the star of the game.

“C’mere, mama,” I said as soon as she got close, arms already open. “You think I give a damn about a little sweat? You Caitlin fucking Clark. You supposed to sweat.”

She melted into me. Right there. Wrapped her arms around my neck like second nature, forehead resting against mine, breath hot. I grabbed her hips, pulled her in closer, let her rest. Didn’t care who saw. Didn’t care if her little situation was still watching. And yeah, he was. Eyes tight, arms crossed, jaw clenched.

I kissed her cheek and whispered, “You know where home is.” She didn’t say anything. But she didn’t pull away either.

⸻

We were out celebrating the win, and everyone looked good—fresh, dressed, glittered with that post-victory glow. Even Caitlin. Especially Caitlin. Hair curled, lashes long, lips glossy in a way that made it hard to think. She was radiant. She always is. And even if she rolled in mud before showing up, I’d still want her in my lap, on my lips, under my skin. I’d inject her into my bloodstream if I could—but that’s the crazy talking.

So instead, I just said “fuck it.”

The whole night. No hesitation.

From the moment we walked in, I didn’t give her space. My arm stayed around her waist like it was born there. Every time she tried to sit down, I pulled her onto my thigh instead. Every time she laughed at something someone else said, I leaned in and said something filthier under my breath to steal it back. She didn’t push me off. She never does. If anything, she leaned into it—body soft, breath hitching, eyes shining like she didn’t even realize what she was giving me.

And Connor? Oh, he saw everything.

He was at the end of the table—left out, watching us from two seats away like he was part of the team but not with her. Not really. Because she wasn’t reaching for his hand. She wasn’t touching his knee under the table. She wasn’t whispering in his ear.

Nah, that was all me.

I fed her from my fork again. Wiped her lip with my thumb and kissed it clean. When she got up to go to the bathroom, I tugged her back by the waistband of her jeans, just to kiss her temple first. “Don’t be long, baby,” I said. “I miss you already.”

⸻

She giggled. Giggled. And walked off like I hadn’t just claimed her with a sentence.

Her friends? Eating it up. Laughing, watching like they were waiting for someone to explode.

And him? Connor’s knuckles were white around his glass. He didn’t say shit. Didn’t move. Didn’t even try.

Because deep down, he knew. She wasn’t fighting me. She never had.

He pulled her aside during dessert.

Not that far—just a few steps away from the booth, like he was trying to keep the drama contained. But the tension in his voice? That shit cracked through the music and the laughter like a mic drop no one asked for.

“I just feel like you’ve changed.”

Caitlin tilted her head, calm. “Okay.”

He blinked. “You’re not even gonna argue?”

“No.”

“…So that’s it? We’re done?”

She nodded, simple. “Yeah. We been done.”

His mouth opened, closed. He looked confused. Like she was supposed to cry, or fight for him, or say she didn’t mean it. He took a half-step forward, brows furrowed like he was going to say something—

But then I called, “You done, babe?” from the booth, legs wide, arms slung across the backrest like a fucking throne. Caitlin turned. Walked straight over. Didn’t look back.

Climbed onto my lap like her seat was never at that table to begin with. My hands found her thighs instantly, fingers sliding under the hem of her dress. I smiled, big and slow, eyes flicking past her to Connor, who still hadn’t moved.

“You good, man?” I asked, voice dripping with mock concern. “You look kinda pale.”

He didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

Because Caitlin was already leaning in, whispering something in my ear that made me groan low and pull her even closer. I kissed her neck, didn’t even try to hide it, and when she laughed—real and full like she hadn’t just been dumped—his face cracked.

Too late. She’s mine now. And the best part? She never looked sad. Not even once.

[24hlevi]

— strawberries & cigarettes

claire redfield (resident evil) x gn!reader

summary: how it would be dating claire

warnings: language

— first of all, claire would be the best girlfriend ever, no doubt about it

— she probably asked you out first and the one to make things official between you two

— she uses strawberry chapstick and kisses you every time after she puts it on knowing how much you like it

— a fucking tease is what she is with anything involving you getting flustered because of her, will literally nudge you like “awe what? can't say anything anymore? you were so confident a second ago” with a smirk on her face

— that being said, if you were to get her flustered in any sort of way she would push you away (affectionately) and try to act like she isn't bright red in the face over what you did or said

— claire pretends like she hates matching couple items but bought you guys rings and necklaces for an anniversary or christmas

— on the topic of holidays, claire is a mess when it comes to picking out gifts for you, but whatever she gets you in the end she feels you’ll like, and you always do! she just over thinks a lot about it

— she loves every gift you give her also, and will hold them close to her and genuinely cherish each one even if it's just something small

— chris likely had a long talk with you before you and claire became official with him threatening you to not do anything to her which she just pushed him aside and told you not to worry about him as he glared at you

— claire will insist on driving you everywhere strictly to show off her motorcycle, also because she likes having your arms around her, she won't ever admit that though but it's true

— claire can cook a little bit, not big extravagant meals or anything but enough for variety and to keep you two alive, she never makes breakfast though because she is always sleeping in

— in private, claire loves cuddling with you whether it be on the couch or in bed it doesn't matter, her arms are wrapped around you and legs entangled with one another

— in public, claire is okay with PDA but keeps it to a minimum, she will hold your hand and give light pecks for kisses but nothing more or she will get embarrassed

— claire doesn't like fancy restaurants or anything like that, so for anniversaries she would much rather do something fun than just a nice dinner that you guys can hardly afford, plus she doesn't have that nice of clothes for those occasions

— at first she isn't the best at reassuring you if you're upset about something but as time progresses she gets better at it and will suggest to get food or watch a movie to get your mind off it

— if you guys ever have an argument she's very vocal while it's happening but is quiet afterwards, and she's likely the one to go to you first and admit she was wrong and you were right, it takes a lot of effort though

— sometimes she will just come up behind you and start kissing your neck, wrapping her arms around you and muttering about how much she loves you

— claire remembers pretty much everything you tell her, there are small things she forgets every now and then but otherwise she remembers

— if claire could sleep in all the time she would, unfortunately for you she doesn't let go of her grip until she wakes up so you are stuck in bed with her likely hours after you've woken up

— claire adores surprise kisses, whether she's giving them or receiving them she loves it all the same

— she's great with kids, so if you have a younger sibling they probably love her but she kinda sucks at watching her cursing so you will have to tell her about that otherwise she's great with kids

— after the bullshit of racoon city she went through, there are random intimate moments where she expresses how grateful she is for you still being here for her and that nothing bad happened to you during that time

— those times would probably be the only times claire cries in front of you, she doesn't cry a lot, but thinking that it could've gone so wrong in that one day is enough for her to start tearing up

— claire does love you a lot, and she shows it in all the possible ways she can, she may come with some trauma, but she loves you more than anything else

[honeyhotteok]

Any Jakey or Sammy hc you have but got nowhere to put them?

my beloved ramen!! ty for sending this in big sibling i am answering this so late lol this is all i've got so far that my single brain cell could come up with but i might edit it to add more later🤔

Random Headcanons for Jake and Samuel

Jakey

likes red flavored sweet things - tenten, red velvet cake, cherry chapstick

capricorn with some scorpio and sag (and maybe cancer?) placements

he is Pekkle from Sanrio

good at cooking just 1-2 dishes - and one of them is ramen

also makes a decent tasting protein shake but that doesn't count

continues to try following tiktok recipes though and has not succeeded yet

teases you a lot but if he ends up hurting your feelings in any way he would start swinging at himself to try to cheer you up

will square up with any piece of furniture you trip over or bump into

bisexual king

go-to outfit for chilling at home is a black T-shirt and gray sweatpants

quit smoking once they freed Sinu from 2A

has trouble falling asleep sometimes, likes to sleep in

Sammy

Badtz Maru from Sanrio

actually needed glasses growing up but couldn't afford them and as a kid figured it's better to not give the school bullies another reason to pick on him anyway, but finally got classes once he was in Workers

also bi probably maybe

probably a scorpio

used to get carsick but it's improved over time

fave candy is malang cow plain milk candy

hates the holidays (bad memories)

always picks out his outfit the night before

both stays up late and wakes up early

has read so many of those self-help books except the ones about trauma

enjoys music but tries not to indulge in it because he finds it a waste of time

and here's some self-indulgent random bonus pics of sanrio jake duck and sammy bird

[typingwithmyhandstied]

all of the asks. (ask game)

(you don’t actually have to i partially just thought it would be funny to say this i can pick specific ones if you want but also please do if you want to)

This is hilarious. I will do all of them because why not.

favorite chore: organizing things mostly but sometimes even that sucks, sweeping, or not really a chore--- peeling potatoes

least favorite chore: cleaning anything that's sticky/slimy/etc

aquarium, planetarium, museum, or zoo: it really depends on the kind. The aquarium in my town has a really big otter enclosure, so I love that. I really really like planetariums and museums but don't go enough.

favorite kind of museum: The ones that are pretty much people's houses turned into museums especially big old fancy houses with old artifacts. I do love a good art museum of course too.

cooking or baking (and your favorite thing to cook or bake): baking and apple crisp. It has peeling, cutting, etc.

favorite thing in your room: My bookshelf or all of the quotes stuck up on my wall.

favorite class you’ve ever taken: I haven't gotten much variety yet. I really like choir, Spanish, and English though.

what kinds of clothes do you typically wear?: tshirts, jeans, overalls, sweaters, really anything but if you see it it makes sense.

favorite way to be creative (can be anything: playlists, outfits, drawing, writing, decorating cookies, anything.): WRITING but I actually kind of have done a lot. I paint some. I make cool outfits. I actually painted a bunch of jean jackets last summer while listening to the FLF audiobook. I might do that again.

are you superstitious?: Yes and no. I am in the ways that I think are funny like sayings and jokes and having a "lucky necklace." I used to be more so.

favorite article of clothing you own: It's either this gray sweater I found thrifting, my Evermore sweatshirt, or my best jean jacket.

favorite way to carry things (pockets, purse, backpack, etc): I apologize in advance for the rant this will cause. I want to say pockets, but I can not because WOMEN'S PANTS POCKETS FIT NOTHING. I also have to carry an Epipen which can't even fit in men's pants pockets so a purse. I like satchel like purses that can fit a book.

what things do you usually have on you when you leave the house?: As stated before my Epipen, my phone which has my wallet stuff in it, a purse, a book, headphones, chapstick, some cash, etc.

favorite errand: grocery shopping or essential other things

dream job: a librarian who writes books in her spare time (with a dog and a cat <3)

favorite thing get when going out to eat: a burger or spaghetti usually

when did you lose your first tooth?: first tooth lost was pulled by the dentist, and I didn't know what was going on. It was HORRIBLE. I have gotten many pulled actually. First "naturally" lost was because my friend's friend hit my chin with her knee while we lifted her in the air at recess. I lost it in Spanish class a few days later.

any childhood memory you want to share:

do you like camping?: Yes, but mostly because I was taken a lot as a kid.

have you ever gone to summer camp and did you enjoy it?: I went to girl scout summer camp but family camp, so my mom was there. It was fine.

favorite place to write things: At a table anywhere without too much distractions

lucky number(s): 4, 7, 13, 14, 16

favorite place you’ve traveled to: Canada probably or just somewhere camping

place you want to travel to: Broadway or London or the Netherlands (to meet an old online friend)

favorite snack: gold fish

favorite smell: lemon verbena

something you’re proud of: all the progress I have made

do you have any pets?: I had a bunny as a little girl. I loved her. I had a dog, but she died two months (ish) ago. I miss her.

do you want any pets that you don’t have?: I want to have a dog again someday. I also will probably have a cat someday. (If I could get an orange cat, I would name it Kell.)

favorite place to go in your neighborhood: THE LIBRARY DUH

[purplesurveys]

1889

Have you ever been on a laptop inside a vehicle? Plenty of times, but only just as long as my motion sickness would let me. I do it so I can get some work in, but not for very long.

While on the road, do you play any road games? We might have done so before but I don't remember what exactly we played. These days I like asking random, hypothetical questions – mostly directed to my dad so he doesn't feel sleepy on the road, but everyone's still invited to join in. Kind of like surveys lol so it's stuff like what would their last meal be, which actor they'd want to play them in a movie, etc.

Do you have a button up shirt? I have a couple.

Has there been a word you thought you were spelling correctly but then you find out that it isn’t? What was the word? So when I was very young and still learning English, all I had as practice was my dad's stack of cookbooks. The thing at the time was, I kept hearing "sorduh" "sordof" "sardof" in the American shows I'd watch and was desperate to find out what they were saying because I could make out everything else they were saying but.

Cut back to my dad's cookbooks; I was reading the opening essays and the recipes as I usually did...then I found it. Or at least I think I did. The word I came across was "sourdough" – and as a kid it made so much sense. It had the "sort" part, then I knew you say 'rough' with an f so I applied the same logic to dough, which became my "of." So for a while I thought sort of was spelled as sourdough, haha.

Do you have a garden in your backyard/front yard? It's not a garden but it's just a wide open space that we had paved. My dad uses it to play basketball; we'll also bring the dogs there to run around.

What color is your water tower in your city/town? It's either blue or white. I can't remember very well.

Have you ever picked apples before? Nope.

Are you scared of semi-trucks? Especially when you’re driving next to one? Tbh no not really. It's my mom who gets super tense lol.

Have you accidentally put lipgloss/lipstick on your teeth before? I don't think so. I don't wear much of either in the first place.

If you wear chapstick, do you have any special flavors or just the regular kind? I hate that I can't remember who but someone gifted me a green apple mint lip butter (is that the same thing?) for Christmas and I love it so much – the texture, the taste, the smell...it's lovely.

Do you think little babies look cute in overalls? Sure, they can.

Have you ever been to the site www.someecards.com? Doubt it.

Have you ever tried Crystal Lite? If so, what’s your favorite? I haven't the slightest clue what that is.

Have you ever had a dream that your teeth were falling out? I think at least once, then it never came again.

Have you ever went on www.dreammoods.com to interpret your dreams? Nope.

Do you own any pajama bottoms with a design on them? Explain what it is [or you can post a picture up if your heart desires to.] I mean, it has a purple plaid pattern but that's it.

Do you sometimes wonder how surveys were created in the first place? Was someone just so bored that they decided to ask someone random questions? Not how they came to be, but I'm constantly impressed at survey makers' creativity. Like how can there be thousands of these and yet the questions remain so random yet interesting? Thank you for all your work hehehe.

Do you like eating shrimp? It's not my favorite seafood and will 100% skip it if there are other options (not because I don't like how it tastes, but because it's the most ubiquitous seafood and at this point I'm a little tired of the taste haha), but yeah, sure. It's the best with butter and garlic.

Ever heard of Rochester, NY? Yes, but I wouldn't be able to tell you one thing about it.

Do you have a fence? We don't.

Do you have any signs on your bedroom door? I have a Do Not Enter sticker that my mom placed as a joke way way back when I was in my early teens.

If you have any pets, do you talk to them in a baby voice? I do.

Does your head hurt when you cry?: It does when the cry session gets really bad and when I have a lot going on in my head. But it's not an automatic thing.

Who was the last person to comfort you?: Trina.

Are you currently wearing any socks?: Nope.

What’s the closest thing to your right hand?: One of my sleeping bags.

When was the last time you made a wish?: My birthday.

Have you ever watched a foreign film with English subtitles?: I prefer to watch anything with subtitles.

When was the last time you wore athletic shorts?: High school, maybe? Playing table tennis.

Do you think that in the end, everything will fall into place?: It's hard to put all your trust in it because the fact of the matter is you need to work towards it. But as long as I know that I do, it becomes easier a reality to think about.

What’s the closest transparent object to you?: I have a clear phone case in here somewhere.

What was the last thing you swallowed?: Coffee.

Do you like mayonnaise?: Love it. I just had it this morning with my breakfast.

Anyways… When was the last time you went out in the rain?: Last weekend when we were walking to the nearby theme park in Tagaytay for dinner, and it started to pour while we were on our way.

Have you ever seen a Tim Burton movie, like Coraline, 9, etc.?: No, not my film style of choice.

Do you keep 3D glasses after you’ve left the movie theatre?: I've only seen a 3D movie once and I'm pretty sure I didn't keep the glasses.

When was the last time you heard a British accent in person?: No clue. Maybe talking to my mom's bosses years ago? I definitely don't encounter it a lot. The most recent foreign accent I heard was Portuguese.

Who was the last person to unsurprisingly disappoint you?: My brother.

Do you know what FTW stands for?: Yes.

When was the last time you went bowling?: Bowling...around six years ago? I think I had a bowling date with my ex. Haven't gone on one since.

Do you like cats?: Sure. We recently rescued a stray kitten that found its way to our garage. It's his 5th day with us and has been spoiled to hell and back so far.

Do you use aerosol hairspray? It’s bad for the environment, you know…: I don't use hairspray.

What was the last food you choked on?: I don't usually choke on food.

Who was the last person you disappointed?: Myself, maybe?

Do you really miss someone right now?: No.

Do you think anyone can really reach “Nirvana” at some point?: I don't believe in it, so I can't say for sure.

What’s the capital of the state you reside in?: We don't have states.

What is the last advice you gave someone?: I haven't had the chance to give advice lately. I listen more these days.

Do you ever dip your fingers in wet candle wax?: Once it warms up a little bit, yeah. Sometimes.

When was the last time you sweated really bad?: Two Saturdays ago in Da Nang. That heat was like no other...I found myself wishing I was back in the Philippines, and the weather as it is here is already terrible haha. There was barely anyone walking outside too, so I know it wasn't just us who felt how hot it was.

Do you write it, alot or a lot?: A lot, because that's how it's written.

Does it annoy you when people are always smiling and happy all the time?: Excessive cheeriness can be an off-putting kind of weird more than anything, but I don't mind it. It can be nice to see, especially if it's actually genuine.

What was the last rule you broke?: I can't remember tbh. I don't like doing that, haha.

Have you ever hazed someone or been hazed?: No and never to both.

Miley Cyrus rings your door bell, and asks for some shelter. You say..?: Sure, but why are you...here?

What would you say if someone called you at 3 am to have a casual convo?: Depends on who it is, aka I will ignore everyone except immediate family, Angela, Hans, or Reena.

Have you ever made a SERIOUS typo, and couldnt go back and change it?: Not that I can remember. One thing I'm proud of, at least, is that in my 4 years in PR I've never had any press release sent out to media that contained a typo.

Have you ever yelled at an authority figure?: Nope.

When was the last time you had to pee really badly?: Yesterday.

What was the last thing you regretted eating?: Dakgalbi kimbap. The restaurant it came from is my favorite for Korean food, but that kimbap has no reason to be as spicy as it was – and I can generally handle spice and love the Korean kind of spicy.

Have you ever met anyone famous?: Yes.

Do you like screamo music?: Nope.

Do you know anyone with some serious talent?: I know so many very talented people.

When was the last time you made fun of someone?: I can't really remember.

What was the last thing you yelled?: Probably my sister's name.

Whose bed did you wake up in this morning?: Mine.

Are you in a relationship?: No.

Have you ever skinny-dipped?: No thanks.

What’s the longest amount of time you’ve gone without sleeping?: Just a little over 24 hours.

Do you make a wish at 11:11?: Sometimes. Doing so has inner child healing properties for me, haha.

What’s the worst thing someone could ask you?: Something like if I could give up/trade my dogs for [X]. That, and any creepy and uninvited sexual advances.

What did your last text message say?: I can't recall and I can't be bothered to check because it might be related to work.

Who was it from?:

Do you like surprises?: Sure :) I don't get them a lot, so I do kind of feel special when someone organizes a surprise for me, no matter how simple it is.

What inspires you?: My goals to see BTS and make it to Wrestlemania, and the dogs. I also want to get my dad at least one of the cars on his life wishlist.

If you could go back in time, where would you go and why?: Any day with Kimi, so I can be with him again and hear his barks.

Are you proud of the person you’ve become?: I've definitely overcome a lot more than I ever expected to have to overcome in life, and I don't shy away from giving myself credit.

Have you ever tried weed?: Yes. In like vape format, whatever that's called. I mixed it with alcohol so it wasn't a very nice experience.

How important is music to you?: Not very much. It's great when I encounter lyrics that exactly match my current situation and emotions, but I mostly turn to music now for the production value/instrumentals or as background noise.

Do you need a boyfriend/girlfriend to be happy?: Not at all.

Do you care what other people think of you?: For like a second or two, then I try not to make it my problem.

What’s your biggest fear?: Death of loved ones.

When was the last time you received a compliment?: It's boringly about work, but I was just told how I deserve the role I'm currently in, and that if I ever feel insecure or think of the possibility of being resented by my teammates who've had the same longevity as I've had, I just need to remember that I was picked to be the one to move up for good reason and that it wasn't a decision taken lightly. It's more advice than anything else, really, but I'll also take it as a compliment.

What was that last thing you said out loud?: "LOVE YOU" I told my dogs as I went up the stairs after wishing them goodnight.

Do you have any regrets?: Of course. Nothing major that involves any life-ruining stuff, though.

Where were you at noon today?: I was at home, playing with the dogs.

Do you think someone’s thinking about you right now?: No.2

What’s on your mind right now?: The fact that it's Monday tomorrow...

How has your week been?: The last 7 days were a bit more tiring than usual since I was F2F for three consecutive days, and the commute for all those days were absolute pains in the ass. 2.5 hours from Rockwell to my village :(

My company did give us Friday to be our mental health break day, though, so I'm very grateful to get another 3-day weekend.

Have you ever thrown up becaue you were crying too much?: Once or twice, maybe?

How much effort did you put into your last relationship?: I could've taken it down a notch by like 300%, that's all I'll say.

Last thing to really piss you off?: That old lady who cut me off at the restroom yesterday.

Are you a patient person?: I am unless someone gives me a reason not to be.

Do you know anyone who’s taking drugs?: Nobody that I'm aware of, no.

Do you face your problems or run away from them?: I can do both.

What would you do if someone grabbed your ass?: Hopefully I'll be aware and alert enough to stab them in the face with my car keys.

I've been catcalled and whistled at and gawked at by men before, and the shittiest thing about these situations is that you think you'll always be brave and headstrong about it, then when they actually happen in real life you end up freezing up and only processing what just happened like 5 minutes later. And then regret the fact that you didn't fight back. And then get the lump in your throat from feeling violated or disrespected. So one of the top dream scenarios in my head is to actually get violent with the next man who does anything like this again to me.

Do you have impulse control?: Sure.

Do you have a reason to smile right now?: Many.

Are you gonna get married soon? Nope.

Would you ever get a significant other’s name tattooed on yourself? No. Initials would be cute, I guess, or maybe a cute inside reference like a plate of pizza or whatever; but not a full name.

Do you get shy around the guy/girl you like?: I don't like anyone.

What’s it like where you’re from?: I'll just describe Metro Manila since it's more known, I live next door to it anyway, and because my own city is mostly uneventful and residential.

Metro Manila can be great only if you're in the middle or upper class. Nightlife is alive and spread out in many different parts (BGC, Poblacion, Makati, Ortigas...list goes on), and if you're into culture and stuff there's a good mix of museums, musicals and concerts, and concept restaurants to visit any time, any day. We're fluent in English, so if you're a foreigner you will never have a problem communicating; our pronunciation is also quite clear compared to our Asian counterparts so comprehension won't be an issue for you.

On the contrary, life is brutal and unforgivingly so if you're from the working class. Many children still don't get to go to school, or, if they do, get subpar quality of education which can affect their chances of success because we place such a big and pressuring fucking deal on school; and half of Filipinos consider themselves food-insecure. If you've seen documentaries here and there you might be familiar with 'pagpag' and that's definitely a reality for the poorest of the poor.

Gap between rich and poor is glaring, and it's an all too common occurrence to have super exclusive villages with swanky houses that have swimming pools and their own massive golf course and country club to be situated quite literally next to informal settlers. A mutual problem we all share is the commute – trains can get crowded and aren't the most maintained; and even if you have your own car you need to mentally prepare yourself for a daily total commute time of anywhere between 2-5 hours. Salaries are also shit, which is why you'll find many Filipinos even from the middle class living with their families until well into their 20s and 30s.

Personality-wise, Filipinos especially those working in the business districts generally live a very fast-paced life, super workaholics and very serious – but across all classes and backgrounds, we still know how to have our fun :) The stereotype that we're hospitable is also very true. Social media plays a big role in our lives – to a fault. We know what's trending and stuff so we're very in-touch in that respect, but social media has also influenced national elections by giving birth to disinformation, troll farms, etc. We're known for our passionate fandoms, and a good, good portion of Filipinos are into at least one K – K-drama, K-pop, K-fashion, etc.

The Philippines in general remains, and I think will always remain, to have a tightly traditional culture. Fortunately if you're in any one of the more high-end spots like BGC the people are more modern-thinking so feel free to express yourself however you'd like.

What else...weather varies across hot, hotter, and hottest except from January-February when it can be much more forgiving. I think that's all I can think of right now. You've hit my culture-passionate bone with this q, so thanks!

Do you remember your dreams?: Only very occasionally.

Are you happier now, or 3 months ago?: Definitely happier now. I'd say 'at peace' is more apt, though.

Do you play video games?: Not at the moment but I am hooked to a phone game currently hah.

is there a song that when you hear it, it takes you back to a certain time?: Sure.

What’s your favorite movie?: Two for the Road.

is there someone of the opposite sex that you can tell everything to?: Most things, but not everything.

Would you do anything on a dare?: Only if it's a harmless, stupid one. I won't do anything that like, disturbs my peace or contrasts with my values or anything heavy lol.

[skelly-words]

Boyfriend!Geto Headcanons

Suggestive MDNI 18+ only

This is very general and not all of these will fit everyone so just pick and choose what applies to you. Some of these are a little ooc, but idk, I'm used to writing full-length fics. I was high and bored, don't hate.

Geto would ask you out so nonchalantly you wouldn't even know it. It's almost like he tricked you into the date, but you can't even be mad about it because he's so cute.

You two would split the bill on the first few dates if you really insisted, but after becoming an official couple, you'd never touch your wallet again.

I just know this man smells… I'm not even gonna finish that because I have such mixed feelings. Suguru would smell like smoke, rain, and pine trees, but if you think about it, that might not necessarily be good. I’d probably be into it.

If you smoke too, he never lets you light your cigarettes with a lighter. It's always burnt off the end of his, but then he also wants you to always have a lighter in case he needs it. Call him romantic, idc, but it's lowkey annoying.

Suguru would make it a point to do all the "classic" boyfriend things (making you walk on the inside of the sidewalk, opening doors for you, paying for dinner), but he has to point it out. He'd say some shit like, "It's like you want to get hit by a car," or "Don't reach for your wallet. You're making me look bad."

He always remembers any plans you have, even if you only mention them in passing. Whether it be a family dinner or a doctor's appointment, he'll remember it and call you after to see how it went. Sometimes it'll be something menial, like taking your pet to get groomed, but he'll call after anyway just for an excuse to talk to you.

I think Suguru would be the type to give a relationship his all but play it off as not a big deal. He'd fill your room with roses for Valentine's Day, then say it was easy because the flower shop delivers.

He'd be the type to hate when you stress over him, even if it's a nice thing like organizing date night. Especially if your life is already stressful, he'd hate to add on to that.

For that reason, he really appreciates when you do simple things for him that he knows are not a huge trouble for you, but still thoughtful. Getting an extra coffee for him, calling him to say goodnight, offering to drive for dates (he's a passenger princess omm), etc.

Suguru doesn't mind making out with you without the expectation of going further. He’d probably think it's nice to just be close to you for whatever moments you have, and it can be nice to build anticipation throughout the day.

His favorite time with you is that moment when you just wake up and see him for the first time. A big lazy grin spreads across your face and it just makes his heart melt.

His biggest turn-on, call him sappy, is talking about your future. LMAO… but like when you mention wanting him forever or having his kids, it just kinda gets him going.

But physically, I think he'd be into a girl with big, pouty lips. He'd drool when you put lip gloss on. Just picturing how soft you'd be, dragging your pretty lips down his body. You're putting on chapstick and he's hard.

You will never meet a better kisser than him. He's doing shit with his tongue that you didn't know was possible, but it's not awkward somehow. Y’all know where else he putting that mouth. I'm sick in the head.

Anyways, Geto loves to cook for you. He already likes cooking, so making dinner for you can be kinda relaxing. It's almost meditative as he listens to you talk about your day.

I personally hc him as Latino. So that being said, I think he definitely would be into dancing. He's on the floor at family parties (RIP). The tias love him. 100% approval rating.

Suguru wants kids with you so bad too, like he's actually a little insane. Once he knew you were it for him, the next logical step was to baby-trap you. He feels guilty about it now, but at the same time he genuinely wants to have a kid with you.

Ok that's it for now, bye <3<3<3

[localgremlinboy]

some more silly rogues’ headcannons I thought of! Thank you everyone for the validation on the last ones, it made me smile! :D

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6]

- they all have a Minecraft server together that's utter madness! Riddler has perfected redstone and he makes puzzle riddle traps in game, it drives Joker INSANE. Ivy goes around planting giant trees and flowers without asking. And Bane has a nice little house and no one dares ruin it, it brings him so much joy.

- Scarecrow always has chapstick on him, it's mango flavored

- Riddler has a tamagotchi, he will cry if it dies. If you're the goon that has to watch it while he's in Arkham, be scared.

- Harvey still posts on his Twitter, Twoface has an invite only after dark account. He just reposts memes everyone else has already seen and overshares random personal information and middle school level poetry. Also Harvey & Twoface are currently in a four year long tweet war about an episode of Law and order

- Out of all the rogues, Joker owns the most shoes. He has a storage unit full of racks of different tailored costumes, shoes, and makeup. He wears an expensive french brand of makeup he has to ship to Gotham, and he doesn't do any crimes without wearing his lucky lipstick brand

- Scarecrow loves animal crossing, his island is decked out and Halloween themed. He hosts parties with the rogues on his island

- Riddler set up a VPN & free cable/wifi for all the rogues to use so they can stream whatever, but you have to answer a riddle to get the password. Joker hates it but he also needs to watch the new criminal minds reboot before Harley spoils it

- one time during a party, the rogues managed to convince a very drunk Harvey & Twoface to sing/reinact songs from phantom of the opera and later jekyll and hyde (Twoface is emotionally a theater kid)

- Harley and Twoface get really into murder podcasts together one time while in Arkham. Even after they all break out, they video call after new episodes drop to talk about it. One time they tried to do a podcast but it turned out Joker did the crime so like it wasn't much of a plot twist

- Harley streams her crimes sometimes & actually makes some sick side cash off it! Half the time her chat is just obsessing over her interactions with Ivy. Also Ivy is one of her top donors

- Catwoman is TikTok famous, she posts story times, how to do simple parkour and pick locks, and hauls from crimes. All of her money from sponsorships and stuff goes to charity (she gets sent a bunch of free cat food for her cats, it's awesome!)

- Joker scrapbooks, he did it for a gag originally but low key got into it and now he may or may not have a scrapbooking room. He tries to go to Michael’s incognito but like, everyone knows.. The employees are like “yo, the Joker is at the help desk asking about if we have batman scrapbooking decals? Do.. Do I ask if he wants to sign up for the rewards program? Is he allowed to sign up?” Yes he signed up for the rewards program

- Joker also often signs up for various rewards programs but when he doesn’t want their emails, he gives them scarecrow’s email. Scarecrow has a bounty for whoever stops the man signing up ALL his emails for the Chilies newsletter

- the rogues throw Harley a roller skating lasertag party, where they also learn Harvey can't skate to save his life. He's the dedicated party mom that's standing at the railing about to fall down while he cheers on the others doing tricks and he's in charge of everyone's coat at the table. Joker uses all of his tickets to buy bouncy balls and sticky hands. Catwoman is a god at laser tag, she nearly gave Scarecrow a heart attack when she dropped form the vents to snip him. At the end of the party, they all steal Harley the go kart that's worth like 10,000 tickets. Batman shows up to Harley doing donuts in the parking lot while all the other villains are fighting with sticky hands and bouncy balls

- Bane likes camping and takes all the rogues in hopes to get camping buddies, they all almost die out in the woods because it's a disaster but also he had a great time! The Joker brings a camera and the whole time is making dated Blair Witch jokes with Scarecrow, which Harvey doesn't find funny and not because he's scared of the Blair witch.. Riddler screams running off into the woods because of a bee "chasing" him, no one sees him until three weeks later when they remember that they forgot him in the woods. Clayface uses a survivalist persona/character the whole time they're out there but he knows nothing about survivalism, eating poisonous berries and telling them poison ivy is a healing herb. Ivy is probably the only one suited for camping and she has to make sure most of them don't die

- Harley collects pins! She has a pin board in her hideout. The other rogues give her pins they find/obtain around Gotham

- The Joker has spent 3 years trying to perfect confetti smoke bombs

[frog4278]

Some useless Stranger Things headcanons from @dawg3i and I

Mike has OCD and if his schedule is disrupted he will combust

He's also lactose intolerant and is that one kid who has to drink skim and almond milk

Despite this he will still eat dairy products no matter how sick it makes him

He takes out the pickles and tomatoes from his burger, eats plain hotdogs, and eats his fries with mustard. Sick in the head how did Will fall for him

Steve always carries around chapstick, he just has a drawer of nice lip balm

Will is allergic to nuts. What a loser. He and Mike belong together as losers with food allergies

Lucas is terrified of snails and Erica will pick them up after it rains and chase him around

He will climb the tallest tree to get away from her while screaming at the top of his lungs

Mike is the guy who considers ketchup spicy

Robin's that kid at the table that dares Steve to mix chocolate milk and cheese and drink it for ten bucks

Steve is like that middle school friend I had who would drink hot sauce for fun

Dustin's the person who pops chip bags and empty milk cartons and makes everyone think someone fired a gun

If you emptied his backpack you would find an impossible amount of crumbs, crumpled homework, and quarters

Dustin does that thing when you don’t have your homework but you have to act like you lost it

Mike, Nancy, and Robin are the ones who own an air fryer. Robin's was a gift from Nancy

Everyone is banned from the kitchen except Steve and sometimes Nancy only because she actually knows how to cook

Steve’s house holds THE sleepovers ever. He always has the freezer stocked with ice cream for the kids

His parents are never home so literally almost every weekend they’re all over there having the monopoly game of a lifetime

Max and Mike always fight over the car

Max ALWAYS wins

Dustin is always the first to go bankrupt. He's all strategic and talks big game and all of the sudden starts going bankrupt

Will is the banker and has to stop others from stealing money when he isn't looking

The UNO games. Oh man.

Everyone is yelling which person has two cards or three cards and begging each other to target someone else even when they clearly have two cards

And then El just says "Uno" out of nowhere and everyone turns their attention to her at lightning speed

Steve and Dustin keep going after each other even when they have like, half the deck

They both have the most cards and they still put down their best cards when it goes their way. At some point it’s not about winning but having at least a LITTLE less cards than the other

After El wins three games in a row everyone starts suspecting she’s using her powers

Dustin: No I fucking bet it she’s looking through Eddie’s eyes at his cards

Eddie: SHE CAN SEE THROUGH MY EYES?

Eddie starts squinting really hard to the point where he can hardly see his cards

Twister always comes down to El and Dustin (No collarbones comes in pretty handy)

El got tested on as a child, I know she can twist into pretzel ass moves (Also because she's hypermobile)

Jenga is always insane

El gets accused of keeping the tower in place when she and Max go

El: My nose would be bleeding

Lucas: YOU'RE HOLDING YOUR NOSE

Max: Literally she isn’t

El, clearly holding her nose:

Max gaslights everyone

Dustin: SHE'S HOLDING HER NOSE, MAX

Robin: I don’t think so

Mike: YOU TOO?

It gets to the point where even Nancy is like nah. I don’t see her doin that. And then all the boys realize they have a unspoken truce

The boys team up and scheme in the corner but they end up failing even when El doesn’t use her powers

Dustin: Don’t tip it over

Steve: I’m not

Dustin:

Dustin: Steve don’t tip it over

Steve: I’m literally gonna kick this thing over because of you

[symphonicmetal101]

Outdoor Forest Dates They Would Love

Im not saying stargazing

LUCIFER

- Fishing

- Dad sport

- Im not elaborating

MAMMON

- Trail blazing and/or hiking

- Are you kidding? This man has so much energy and curiousity, he would ADORE going hiking with you, whether that means along concrete paths in the woods or on foot through the woods and making your own path, he loves it.

- He also loves to do scavenger hunts with you, because the woods can be a treasure chest. It also helps him appreciate the little things he sometimes misses.

LEVI

- Canoeing

- Its peaceful, its just the two of you, its quiet, its beautiful oh fuck its really just the two of you

- gets a little flustered but eventually wants to show off in and with the water, manipulating it into whatever you want to see.

- Also has fun if both of you are trying to row and its been a while/youve never done it so it gets confusing shdbdjsj

SATAN

- Shelter construction

- He doesnt mind setting up a tent, yes he does, hes terrible at, but he likes the idea of implementing some ideas hes seen in his survival books.

- Also involves math and physics to a degree (haha) so hes all in

- gets a splinter in 0.003 seconds, doesnt make a big deal about it outwardly but internally screaming at the amount of f i l t h that just entere- oh you brough hydrogen peroxide and a bandaid, you're a life saver

-Ends up building a solid, warm and comfy shelter with you

-If it rains though, hes noping out of there

ASMO

- Wild berry picking

- ok yeah, hes a little worried about the juice

- and the bugs

- and his hands

- but nothing a small spell and cute gardening gloves cant fix.

- he loves having a competition to see who can pick the almost overripe berries without them falling apart

- at home he'll turn some into chapstick

- but for now he'll settle for the berry-flavoured kisses (after you guys wash the berries in some clean water from your water bottle bc I hc Asmo as a minor germaphobe)

BEEL and BELPHIE

- Campfire dinners and stories

- They go hand in hand so I'm not separating them

- Beel loves campfire dinners, and to hold you while Belphie tries to spook you a bit with some horror stories, before giving up and lying across your lap seeking your hand in his hair

- Smores will get all over all three of you, even if Beel is the only one eating them

BARBATOS

- Trapping/ knot practice/lashing (I was originally gonna do like...a botany scavenger hunt, which he would LOVE but I dont have the braincells beyond that idea)

- He enjoys trapping any animal in a humane manner in which they would die quickly, but if that makes you uncomfortable or sad he wont do it around you

- Instead he'll show you how to tie knots and lash things together.

- If you two keep at it, you'll have a solid shelter

- Ghost moment in which he'll come behind you and show you how to tie a few knots.

DIAVOLO

- Wood burning!!

- you had to find a way to cheer him up after he took the phrase "tree hugger" too far and demolished it

- but there were parts of the tree you were able to salvage, and with his help, cut into discs. (After you got him to stop crying because he killed the tree by accident)

- you explained how wood burning and a fire was different before he started using his magic to etch a somewhat lopsided smily face into his disc of wood

- its a work in progress but hes incredibly happy and hopes you are too

MEPHISTOPHELES

- Archery/Shooting practice

- He has a cane, which to me says his leg is gimped in some way- you can choose in what way or if hes just a fancy bitch

- but his upper body strength is better than his lower body, and not necessarily needing to walk or run makes target practice a fun thing for him to do outside other than horseback riding

- He'll want to show off just a bit first before showing you how to do it if you dont know already

- If you do, its gaaaaame on

SIMEON

- bird watching :)

- except this man is a disney fucking princess

- youre getting all the wildlife coming in

- gets very adorably excited at everything

RAPHAEL

- Meow meow I got no braincells

- collecting rocks?

- collecting rocks. Its an easy, repetitive and fun activity (for him) that helps take his mind off his past a bit

- loves using a rock tumbler later

LUKE (PLATONIC DATE)

- Tapping trees

- This kid would LOOSE IT (positive) if he got to make syrup with you

- you guys would get to make so many sweets with it together when its ready-

- I dont say maple specifically bc you can use different trees too

- So each date will be a different kind of tree so you can taste all the kinds of syrup!

SOLOMON

- BUG COLLECTING

- bugs are freaking cool and I like to think Solomon at least loves beetles

- so he would love going bug hunting with you

- if you dont like bugs he will convince you, or try to at least, to tolerate them. You've learned to tolerate him, havent you? How hard can a tiny bug be?

- totally wont take one home to scare the shit out of Asmo

THIRTEEN

- Rock climbing

- They are definitely a dare devil, and wont free climb only because you asked her not to. Please.

- She enjoys the rappelling part more than anything, and will hold you if you want it

Masterlist

- A lot of shouting because shes just...so happy to be up so high

- will fuck around a lot so you have to keep her safe...please...or join her

Anyways, hope yall enjoyed this! First piece with the newbies, Ive really only paid attention to Thirteen in the very very limited interactions I had with her so I apologize if theyre ooc

Remember you are loved and appreciated!

Masterlist

[yandereshingeki]

Milk, Honey, and Sugar

Yandere Eren x Reader

Milk, Honey, and Sugar Masterlist

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Word Count: 4.6k

Content: Yandere Content, Slight NSFW, Eren obsessing over Reader, Bird Owner Eren, HitchAnnie + Yumihisu + Arumika(?) if you squint

Content Warnings: Yandere behavior/content, M! masterbation, Obsessive behavior, sort of minor theft(?), Eren being kind of a creep in general

Summary: Eren has been with you since childhood, and you’ve always considered him one of your closest friends. He however, sees you differently. Much differently.

So sorry if this seems a little rushed or if i dragged some parts on for too long ;; I promise it will get more interesting as chapters continue!

Chapter 1: Obsession

Obsessive.

Selfish.

Possessive.

Eren didn’t want to admit it but, that’s what his love for you was. Obsessive, Selfish, and Possessive. He knew it was. He always knew it was, ever since that quiet puppy crush he’d had on you since middle school began to blossom into what was practically an addiction to you. It had become more obvious too, the older he got.

In high school, he would steal your chewed-up pens and pencils, claiming he’d give them back later but never following through with his promise. He’d learned the kind of perfume you liked to use, and bought some for himself just so his pillow could smell like you at night. He’d even gone as far as stealing a small tube of chapstick from you, just so he could use it knowing that your soft-looking lips had once done the same.

His obsession with you continued—all through highschool—while you stayed oblivious, not realizing the way his eyes had seemed to always light up around you, or the way his hands had always seemed to linger far longer than what would be considered normal. You also never noticed the way his eyes would flicker down to your lips sometimes when you talked to him, sometimes even lower.

Today was no different, his eyes watching your every move while you turned the steering wheel of your car to enter the fast food drive-thru. Mikasa and Armin sat quietly in the back seats, scrolling through instagram while they waited for their food. Eren sat in the passenger seat in the front, next to you. He eyed you while you leaned slightly out of the window, ordering the same thing that the four of you always got for lunch during school days. He let his eyes wander downwards until reaching your thighs, only stopping because you had moved your head away from the window and began to drive again to reach the pick-up window.

You drove around the corner of the building, pulling up, grabbing the grease-stained paper bags, and then placing them on Eren’s lap. He gave a quiet “Thanks” before reaching his hand into one of them, pulling out a soggy french fry and eating it whole. In the back, Mikasa pouted and scolded him, “Eren, don’t eat everyone's fries again.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never done such a thing.” He spoke in a sarcastic tone, pulling out another fry and popping it into his mouth. 

“Yeah, sure you wouldn’t.” You said, rolling your eyes at him and letting out a small giggle at the childish pout he now had on his face.

“Hey!” He pouted, looking into the back seat, “Armin, have I really ever eaten all of our fries before?”

Armin nodded, too focused on whatever the hell he was doing on his phone to look up to him. 

“No! I always leave a few fries for everyone else!” 

“Yeah, like 3.” Mikasa spoke with sarcasm.

“Of course, one for each of you” He said, sticking his tongue out at Mikasa like a toddler.

“Alright kids, stop arguing or i’ll turn this car around and give the food back.” You interrupted right before Mikasa was about to retaliate. She sighed, rolling her eyes and shaking her head before looking out of the window. Eren kept pouting like a child, then deciding he wasn’t done eating the fries either. 

You drove into the campus parking lot, parking underneath a tree and putting the car in park. The car engine sputtered to a stop as you pulled the keys out of the ignition and opened the driver’s side car door to get out. Eren got out holding the greasy and now almost completely fryless bags. Mikasa and Armin got out after, walking to the back of your car to get their book bags out of the trunk.

An old oak wood picnic table was drilled into a slab of concrete, seated nearby the same tree you parked under. The four of you took your usual seats at the table. Eren and You on one side, Mikasa and Armin on the other. The paper bags of food were emptied out, two of the three fry cartons were empty, the only one remaining being a medium sized container. Four paper-wrapped burgers were laid out, only after you lazily skimmed the small paper labels taped to them. 

You checked your phone as you unwrapped your burger, holding it tight with one hand while you used the other to tap away at your device. “Class starts in like.. 2 hours i think,” you paused, taking a bite out of your lunch, “That should be enough time to drop by the library, right?”

Armin nodded his head, biting into his burger as well. “What d’we need to go to the library for?” Eren chimed in, his mouth full of food.

“Armin asked me yesterday. He wants to check out a book—somethin’ about ocean stuff.” 

Armin frowned at you, “It’s a book about the Bathypelagic and Abyssopelagic zones.” You raised an eyebrow at him and he glanced down at his half eaten burger, “they’re the Twilight and Abyss zones in the ocean.”

“You’re such a marine biology nerd, min.” You said with a smile. The wooden table creaked as you reached forward to ruffle his hair, sitting back down. “Says you, Veterinary science nerd.” he retorted, pushing his glasses up.

The two of you stuck your tongues out at each other, making Mikasa giggle. You picked up a french fry and tossed it at Armin, the fry hitting him in the face and landing on the table. 

While you and Armin quarreled, and Mikasa watched with amusement, Eren watched from your side. Elbow propped up on the table, and his head held up on his hand, he looked between you and Armin. As much as Armin was his best friend, him acting this friendly with you always made his blood boil. It made his blood boil when anyone got overly friendly with you. He wanted you to be his. Why couldn't you be his?

He wanted to be the only one you could see, the only one you could touch. He wanted to be the only one around you. His thoughts drifted, losing focus on the real world around him. He imagined how it would be, to be the only one to hold you, the only one to kiss your head and sleep next to you at night. And in return, you’d be the only one allowed to run your hands through his hair, the only one allowed to braid it and play with it to your heart's content with your oh so soft hands. It would be perfect. The two of you, in your own world. He wished you could see that. He wanted you to see that.

“Eren?”

Just the two of you.

“Hellooo? Eren? You there?”

Forever.

“Eren, stop spacing out dumbass!” you pinched his nose. He blinked once, and then twice, snapping out of his daydream and returning to the real world. He hummed at you as confirmation that he was listening. 

“We’re all done and ready to go to the library.” You motioned to Mikasa and Armin, who had already thrown their left over trash away. “You done eating?”

‘Shit. How long was I in dreamland?’ He thought to himself. “Yeah, I'm done.” 

He crumpled up the paper wrapping that had previously held his cheeseburger and tossed it to a trash can nearby. 

“Amazing job, captain of the highschool basketball team, lets go now.” You said while standing, stepping out from where you were trapped between the wooden bench and table and placing your hand on top of Eren’s head. You took out your keys and unlocked your car as Mikasa and Armin made their way to it. Eren hesitated, but got up anyways. He used his hand to cover a majority of his face to hide how red he was turning, finally making his way to the car with you following close behind.

At the library, Mikasa and Armin went off to search for the books that Armin was looking for. You and Eren went a separate way, seating yourselves at an empty table. Eren had placed his backpack on the table toyour right, his arms wrapped around and resting his head on it. You sat next to him, scrolling mindlessly through instagram while you both waited for Armin and Mikasa to finish looking. 

After a painfully long 5 minutes, Eren decided to pass time in a way other than napping. He placed his shoe on top of yours, looking at your face to see a reaction. You glanced at him for a moment before placing your foot on top of his. Eren only placed his foot on top of yours again. 

The two of you continued your childish and slightly aggressive game of footsies, until an unfamiliar face interrupted by clearing his throat and sitting down at the table you were both at. You gave him an awkward smile, unsure of how to react. Eren only glared.

The stranger moved his chair closer to yours, “Hi there.” He placed his head on his hand, elbow pressed into the table with his body turned towards you. 

“Um—Hi.” You glanced at Eren, confusion present on your face. Eren gave you the same confused gaze, with his eyes flickering back and forth between you and the stranger. You moved your chair closer to Eren’s, leaving barely an inch between the two of you. It made his heart flutter, and filled his tummy with butterflies.

The stranger acknowledged your antisocial behavior, but pushed on anyways. “Sorry if I was interrupting anything. I just wanted to say that I think you're really pretty.” He gave you a small grin and moved the hand he was resting his head on to the back of his neck.

You smiled awkwardly in return and let out a quiet “oh, thanks.” 

Eren, although looking calm on the outside, was fucking fuming on the inside. His eyebrows furrowed slightly and he glared at the stranger with irritation. He stretched back, one arm in the air and the other holding it behind his head. Whenhe lowered them down, he took the chance to wrap an arm around you. This time, when his hand gently squeezed your left shoulder, he didn’t feel any butterflies in his stomach. All he felt at the moment was possessiveness. 

The stranger glanced at Eren’s arm around you, quickly interpreting it as a sign that you were taken by him. He gave a small wave to you, saying that he has to get going. As he walked away, Eren let his shoulders untense and his expression soften. Relief. He felt relieved. That is, until you leaned your body into his and whispered a small ‘thanks.’ Then, the butterflies started again.

Just when he was mentally preparing himself to make a bolder move on you than he usually would feel comfortable doing—moving his hand to your waist—he felt a hand on his right shoulder. Armin and Mikasa were back.

As much as he was disappointed, part of him was eager to leave. Leave so you won’t run into any more strangers. 

“Ok, we have a half-hour until class starts, so i'm just gonna drop everyone off.” You told everyone, standing up and moving away from the table. Eren nearly pouted at your now absent touch as stood up next, lazily tossing his backpack over his shoulder. Armin nodded and went to check out his books, while the rest of your group made their way to your car.

Eren sat in the back of the lecture room, as close to the door as he could get. As much as he had a passion for neurology, his major, all he could think of at the moment was you. His professor’s ramble became nothing more than a white noise as his focus turned more to his daydreams. 

As always, his daydreams focused on you. His long hair fell into his face and his head rested on his hand, eyes unfocused and staring down at the white board while he imagined and fantasized about a life with you.

“Pay attention, Jaeger.”

He snapped out of his thoughts, focusing down at his professor who happened to notice his particularly spacey look. His professor turned herself back to the whiteboard, continuing to lecture about whatever it was she was lecturing about. Eren let out a small sigh, pulling his phone out of his pocket and making sure it was hidden from his professor. He needed attention from you.

At the moment, you sat in class, typing away at an essay about the bacterias in a dog’s mouth. When you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, you pulled it out and unlocked it, smiling when you saw Eren’s name in the notifications.

‘hi’

‘hey, Ren’

His heart fluttered in his chest. He always loved it when you called him that nickname.

‘I’m bored’

‘that sucks, i’m trying to write an essay’

‘entertain me, im more important than some end of the school year busy work, arent i? :(’

You smiled down at your phone. This was something he did quite often. Texting you in the middle of class because he was “bored” was always his excuse, but you could always tell that there was more than just that single reason. Especially because he always chose to text you instead of someone else. 

Always you instead of Connie or Sasha, who usually spent this hour of the day at home battling each other in video games or trolling people on internet forums. Always you instead of Mikasa or Armin, who’s professors gave mercy to them and decided not to give them any school work after finals. You never bothered to ask why. It wasn’t much of a problem, so why bother?

‘if you stop bothering me, i’ll let you come home with me after classes’

‘rlly? u promise??’

‘promise. Mika and Armin can come too’

‘❤️❤️’

You exhaled, putting your phone back in your pocket and continuing to type on your laptop. To be honest, you thought his clinginess was cute. It was something he’d kept throughout his entire childhood and into adulthood. Even if it meant that you would have to deal with him being at your side almost all of the time, you were ok with it. It was nice to have someone else there at times.

You don’t exactly know why he insisted on being with you all the time though. You’ll find out soon enough though.

When Eren decides he’s had enough of you being far too distant from him for far too long. 

Classes couldn’t have been over sooner for Eren. The second he heard the sound of the bell, signaling the end of the hour, he was gone. He rushed out of the back doors and nearly tripped over his own feet as he ran excitedly to meet you by your car. Just the mere thought of being near you always made him giddy like a little kid.

Once he laid eyes on you, he was over the moon. He was always able to hide it well but the butterflies you always gave him just from being with him was an addicting feeling.

You met eyes with him and gave him a wave. You were leaning against your car, scrolling through your phone while you waited for him. When he ran over, you unlocked the car to allow the both of you inside. Now, you just had to wait for the other half of your quartet. 

You continued scrolling through your phone, ignoring the very obvious emerald green boring through the side of your head. 

“Is there something you need, Ren?”

Your question left him flustered and stumbling on his words, realizing he’d been caught red handed. “I—no, no, i’m just—trying to see what you’re looking at is all!” He sputtered out, his cheeks turning a light shade of red. You giggled at his embarrassment, turning your phone to show him that you were just scrolling through twitter.

He smiled nervously, looking away when you turned your phone again and gave your focus back to it. 

If it wasn’t obvious, he most definitely was not staring at your phone. He often got distracted by you, staring at your face, eyes tracing over your cheeks and lips. No matter how many times he saw you, he couldn’t get enough. 

He just wanted to take you away and lock you away where only him and him alone could see your pretty face.

The two back doors of the car opened, and Mikasa and Armin greeted the both of you. You twisted your body around to face them and gave them a smile. A little while after you had finished texting Eren, you texted them about the plans and they agreed. So now, here the four of you were, on the way to your apartment that you shared with Hitch, Annie, and Historia. 

Thankfully for you, Historia was often at her girlfriend’s dorm, and Hitch and Annie often left to either hang out with Reiner and Bertholdt, or go on small dates with each other. That meant you more often than not had the apartment to yourself, which worked out perfectly with how often you had your small friend group over.

A few minutes later, after a short car ride with whatever song decided to play when you put your music on shuffle, you arrived at your apartment. You lived more in an apartment house rather than at an apartment complex, so you were able to park nearby. 

The four of you exit the car, everyone following you to the door. You took out your keys and unlocked the door, opening it wide and waltzing inside and kicking off your shoes. The other three followed in suit, then following you to the living room where you sat on your cheap second-hand couch. 

As always, Eren sat next to you. Mikasa sat on your other side, while Armin opted to sit on the floor and lean his body against the couch. You grabbed the TV remote, turning it on and switching to HGTV so that Armin and Mikasa could critique the way that people would “flip” houses—which is something that they did quite often, surprisingly. You handed the remote over to Mika, choosing to lean onto Eren while you browsed through your phone. 

Eren’s heart nearly lept out of his chest when he felt your body lean into his. He lifted his arm up and draped it over your shoulder, allowing you to rest more comfortably. His eyes trailed from your phone to the top of your head, and he decided to rest his own head on yours. You smiled, relaxing into him. 

A few hours passed, Eren eventually pulling out his own phone and you occasionally joining in on Mikasa and Armin’s debates about how a house should have been revamped instead of the way the professionals on TV did it.

While you were in the middle of critiquing how one of the houses looked compared to when it began, Eren excused himself to the bathroom.

He walked down the long hallway that had 3 doors on either side. 4 bedrooms, 1 closet, and 1 bathroom. He walked past the bathroom and to your room instead, quietly opening the door and stepping inside. He knows he shouldn’t be doing this, but it was so difficult not to when the opportunity to have something small of yours was right there. 

You didn’t know, but he did this a lot. Every other time he came to your house, he always left with a “souvenir” in his pocket to add to his ever growing collection of small things and knick knacks that came from you. Sure, you noticed he’d borrow things but then never return them, but you didn’t know he was really stealing things. 

He looked around your room, his eyes flitting around your room as he searched for something to take. He walked up to your desk and eyed all of the different items scattered across it. Sitting close to the edge was a small hair tie, still with some of your hair tangled into it. He picked it up, pocketing it and leaving your room almost as quietly as he had come in. 

To make sure he didn’t seem suspicious, he went into the bathroom and waited a few minutes, before flushing the toilet and washing his hands quickly to give the illusion that he really was just using the bathroom. After he finished, he left the room and made his way back to the couch, seating himself right where he was before with his arm around you.

You smiled and let yourself lean on him again, continuing to watch what was playing on TV with Mika and Armin.

Several episodes later, you finally peaked at your phone to see that it was currently 4:54. Jesus, you had gotten way too distracted. 

“Guys, it’s almost 5.”

Mikasa nodded and turned her head your way, “It's getting kind of late. We should go home then, I guess. Right?” 

You nodded at her, “Annie, Hitch, and Hisu usually get home around 5:30, so I have time to drive you home if you need.” 

Next to you, Eren nodded and stretched his arms up above his head. Armin stood up, stretching his arms behind his back as well. Mikasa stood up next and walked to the front door where all of your shoes sat in a messy pile. Armin followed behind her, kneeling down to put on his shoes. You and Eren were next, the two of you putting on your shoes rather quickly. 

The four of you walked to your car and sat in their designated seats. Eren next to you, and Armin and Mikasa together in the back seats. 

The drive was rather quiet this time, the car radio turned down so that you could just barely hear it. Mikasa looked out the window, Armin looked at his phone, and Eren looked at you.

First, you reached Mikasa and Armin’s apartment complex. Mikasa had asked Eren if he wanted to come inside and join them for dinner, but he declined, saying he had to get home to his bird, Jiyuu. They bid you and Eren goodbye and walked to their shared apartment.

The next stop was Eren’s house. The house his parents had helped him pay for. His driveway was long and confusing, so you parked on the street close to his door. He waved at you as he stepped out, feeling his heart sink as he watched your car drive away from his home. 

He walked inside, hearing a loud squawk come from Jiyuu, welcoming him home. He walked to his cage, opening the door and letting him come out. He kissed his feathery head and moved his hand to scratch at the bird’s crown. Once Jiyuu was satisfied, he flew off to one of the two large tree stands on either side of the living room.

Eren smiled at his bird and walked to the kitchen. He was tired, and didn’t want to cook anything that would require too much effort. Jiyuu began to make popping noises from the living room, giving him the idea to just make popcorn for himself. Sure, it wasn’t the healthiest, but it was still something. 

He swung his pantry door open and grabbed a flat bag of microwave popcorn out of the larger cardboard box it was stored in. He tossed the bag into the microwave and started it. In the other room, Jiyuu started to mimic the sound of the microwave button beeps.

After 4 minutes of listening to the soft hum of the microwave and the popping of the popcorn, the microwave beeped to signal that his “meal” was done. He pulled the bag out and opened the cabinet up that held all of his bowls. The bowl he chose was blue and plastic—to him, it was his “designated popcorn bowl.” 

The bag of popcorn steamed when he opened it and poured it into his bowl, all of the still unpopped kernels falling to the bottom. He took the bowl, throwing away the paper bag and walking to the living room. He sat down and pulled his phone out, scrolling through his instagram while he took handfuls of the buttery popcorn to shovel into his mouth. 

Jiyuu flew to where Eren was on the couch and silently begged for a piece of popcorn. He rolled his eyes, picking out a piece of popcorn that seemed to be the least buttery and salty, and gave Jiyuu a small piece of it. The bird munched on the treat happily, holding it with both his beak and foot to make sure he ate every bite. 

After the popcorn was finished, Eren went back to the kitchen and placed the bowl in his sink. He stretched, cracking his back and leaving the kitchen again to go to his bathroom. 

He stripped out of his black hoodie, grey sweatpants, and white boxers before turning on the shower. As he was picking up his clothes to place them in the hamper, he remembered the hair tie he stole from you and pulled it out of his sweatpants pocket. His cheeks turned red almost instantly.

The affect you had on him was so embarrassing. The way that just a hair tie from you could make him so hot and flustered. 

He placed the hair tie on the bathroom counter and stepped into the steaming shower, letting his hair get soaked and stick against his face. He looked down at himself, now realizing the fact that he had a fucking hard on. He let out a sigh, contemplating whether or not he should fix his “problem” or not.

His thoughts of you began to spiral out  of control, thinking about how pretty you’d look underneath him in his bed. He couldn’t help himself as his hand moved further down towards his v-line. 

It was so unfair, how many times he’d done this while thinking about you. It was unfair how many years he’d spent pining after you just for you to remain fucking oblivious. To be honest, it was starting to get annoying. He did so much for you, and all he wanted in return was for you to feel the same. For you to stay with him, be with him. 

He let out soft moans while he practically fucked his fist to the thought of you. Just as he was beginning to feel himself tip over the edge, an idea popped into his head.

Maybe he could have you. All to himself, forever.

Just the thought of it did push him over the edge. He covered his mouth and let out what was almost a relieved moan into his hand. He let go of himself, panting slightly and looking down at the shower floor.

Even though his body was tired out, his heart was beating out of his chest with excitement. 

If he wanted to have you, he’d just take you. The idea sounded simpler in his head than he knew it would be if he actually carried through with it, but still. You could be his. 

You could stay in the room down in the basement. He rarely used it. Stay there because he knew you wouldn’t be too fond of having every freedom you had of seeing your friends and family ripped away from you, but you could get used to it, right?

All it would take is a little bit of getting used to. A little bit of “training” maybe. Then you’d be all his. 

Forever.

[yuichi-ro]

stop giving me hanma brainrot again pleaseee i am begging u-

consider smol hanma having reader as his only childhood friend. no one he actively sought out- kids didn’t like them and stayed away from him mostly- but reader just walked up to him, one day after their classes have been merged, look up and down his lanky figure and loudly declared hanma to be your friend.

and he is just sooo confused- you don’t make him do all the dirty work and don’t use him for more than sometimes opening your juice packages. he trails after you like a lost guard dog, a little unsure about everything but also awkward because hey you said you were friends and he doesn’t want to loose his first friend but at the same time… what is a friend?

a friend is you sharing half of your lunch because he didn’t bring any again, a friend is him giving you piggy back rides to win the duo race in gym class, a friend is doing homework together which he mostly copies from you, a friend is him acting as a pillow so you can rest after a long and tiring day-

but as he grows older he has to ask himself- is that really just being a friend?

you still grab his hand and drag him along, cheerfully chatting about your day but had you always intertwined your and his hand together? did you always make sure to memorise the way he liked his food? the chapstick you would always bring and apply during winter because his lips would always get so horribly chipped?

maybe its not only a friend. maybe it is love too.

help i am whipped stop it please this is ur fault

i am such a sucker for the bullied x first friend trope;;; he just deserves someone who loves him mannn

-🌌

*laughs maniacally like Stich does when he emerges from his escape pod* If I'm having Hanma brainrot, I'm taking y'all down with me-

now consider, Hanma who's always been above the curve in size. He grew up hearing comments from family such as "He was just such a homely baby." "Oh he'll grow into his features...hopefully." "He's just a little tall is all, he'll play a sport of something what else is he gonna do?" It doesn't take the kids in pre-k teasing him for his too short uniform or getting called a teacher all the time for him to realize classmates are just repeating an almost identical sentiment to what he hears at home. Hanma knows he's a freak, family made sure to let him realize that long before the nit picking kids in his class did the same thing.

then you happened. And happened fast. You had no reason to include the weird leggy kid at your color station. You had no real reason to extend an olive branch to him at all. But your offer is so warm, so confusing, so...not what everyone else does. When you offer him your very cool collection of markers and stationary to color with, well, Hanma asks why. And if more than a little startled to hear you say that's what friends do.

do friends really come as easy as the bullies do?

he looks out of sorts through every single grade you both graduate into. From kindergarten to middle school to high school. He still remains a head taller than you and the rest of the class throughout. And still the target for any nasty comments that go from juvenile and reparative questions about his size to downright nasty comments about his bony joints, how he can't seem to put on any muscle and that the rest of the boys in the class think he looks like an un datable freak none of the girls would ever talk to. Are they wrong though? So far they've been right in all their accusations, so what haven't you understood about that? And why do you allow him to follow you around like a lost puppy throughout all these years...

still you sit with him at lunch. Still you pack an extra snack for him even though you're going to cram school and he's going to go do something he'll regret later. Still you can't get the tab on your soda open and now you hand it off to without even trying to open it bc he's been opening your drinks so long he forgot when it all started. Still you show up at his house like he's going to sit down and study with you even if he's puffing on a cigarette blowing it out his bedroom window telling you he's just going to drop out there's no point in going. But...still he hasn't dropped out.

Hanma still goes to school. Still thanks you for the snack you packed him. Still opens your drink like it's second nature or listens to you go on about study work even if he isn't going to use it. Still follows you around with his hands stuffed in his pockets as you both graduate grade after grade.

he could have dropped out at any point. Should have dropped out at any point. And yet here he is. Watching you try to open the seal on your jelly treat. Knowing its his favorite flavor and not yours. But you got it with the intent to share so how silly of him of course you'd pick up his favorite. Or the way you swung his hand while you crossed the bridge over to the mart that you stopped by to pick up the treat. When did you even start holding his hand?

when his brows knit together and he's staring at your hand beside you because you're fiddling with your phone. Jelly snack gone but here you still are. He can't help but reach out and take your hand. Expecting you to pull away, act like the rest of the kids he grew up around, do something that would validate him feeling like a looser. But you don't. Of course you don't. It's almost second nature for you to lace your fingers together before you even look over at him. Brimming with a smile as you jiggle your hands up between the two of you before doing something stupid like licking his knuckles or anything else impulsive. Asking if he wants to get another jelly from the mart since it's a Friday.

Hanma doesn't really know what to say. He's never really known what to say. To you of all people. The only person who's decided you were friends before he knew what a friend was. And as you drag him out of his room. Leaving both your phones behind and his pack of smokes. Hanma has to wonder, if this isn't just friendship anymore.

[loveaffaire]

Seasons

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings/tags: a bit of angst, fluff, cheating (not by Peter/reader), Pete being a hopeless romantic as always

Word Count: 1.3k, I swear these blurb requests are turning into full one shots because I love Peter being completely whipped by the reader :(

A/N: @spiderholland101 I’ll be honest, I’ve never heard any of those songs so I picked a bunch of lyrics and built a story around it, just 1.3k words of Peter being desperately in love with the reader! Enjoy <3

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Summer - Heaven help a fool who falls in love

Peter tried not to stare at you but it was hard when you were sitting two seats away from him in chemistry class. Your skin looked as soft as cotton, lips plump and covered in strawberry chapstick, hair softly shining in the sunlight coming through the window.

His heart would beat a little faster every time you’d laugh, his breath would hitch each time you’d run to him in a crowded room, a smile would find its way on his lips the second his phone would light up with a text message from you.

It’s gonna get messy so don’t fall in love with your best friend, you fool, he’d tell himself.

❥ ‑‑‑‑

Autumn - You've been on my mind girl like a drug

Peter stood still in the middle of the school entrance as he watched you kiss Harry, his hands in your hands, a smile on your lips. It was like getting shot in the head and no, he wasn’t exaggerating, that is exactly how it felt to see your best friend that you are in love with be in love with someone else.

He pulled himself out of his daydream of repeatedly punching Harry in the face and rushed towards you. You pulled away from your boyfriend as soon as you heard footsteps approaching you, a smile settled on your lips when you saw Peter.

“Ready to go?” Peter asked, completely ignoring Harry and you nodded. To his dismay, Harry didn’t let go of your hand without giving you a very steamy kiss right in front of him.

You made small talk on the way to his house and Peter tried to focus on anything other than the kiss you and Harry shared just a few minutes ago. And when you sat on his bed, eyebrows frowned in concentration over chemistry, Peter’s eyebrows were frowned for a whole other reason. Thoughts of you getting too busy in your love life and forgetting him creeped up on his mind and you noticed.

“What’s wrong, Pete?”

“Uh… can’t understand this question”

“You weren’t even looking at the question, you were looking at me” your voice low as you scanned his face, “did I do something?”

Peter’s eyes widened, “no, y-you didn’t do anything, nothing”

“Okay so what is it?”

Peter sighed, biting on his lip because he was nervous and too afraid to say something wrong but he decided to be honest, “just scared you’ll get too busy with Harry and stop hanging out with me, it’s just a thought”

You were taken by surprise by this but soon, the sound of your soft laughter filled the room, “forget about you? We’ve been friends since forever, no boy is ever going to come between us Peter”

Peter’s eyes glimmered at your words, his cheeks turning rosy as he processed your words.

“Anyway, I’m too scared that you’ll forget about me because I saw you hanging out with all those smart science kids earlier today” you teased, your forefinger wiggling in his face as he shook his head, smiling.

How can I forget about you when you’ve been on my mind like a drug, he thought to himself.

❥ ‑‑‑‑

Winter - I wonder what it's like to be loved by you

The cold came and the days turned ugly, one text message to Peter and he was running to your house in the middle of the night.

You saw Peter through your window and opened the door, running into his arms. The impact was so hard that he almost fell back as your hands clutched on his jacket.

“He cheated on me” you cried, voice strained from the previous screaming match with Harry over call.

Peter held you close, walking back inside your house and closing the door behind. As soon as he let go of you, you fell down to your knees and he got down right in front of you as he wiped your tears with his sleeves.

“He doesn’t deserve you, Y/N” he said sincerely. His hands holding the back of your head to make you look at him and he almost kissed you that night. But he didn’t because what if you push him away, one heartbreak was enough for tonight anyway.

As he watched you weep on his shoulder for a boy who clearly didn’t deserve you, he wondered how it felt to be loved by you and if he’ll ever get to be loved by you at all.

❥ ‑‑‑‑

Spring - Wouldn't it be nice to live inside a world that isn't black and white

The colours were a bit brighter than before, the leaves and the flowers blooming again in the soft spring wind. Just like them, you were blooming too. You were the old Y/N again, the same old Y/N who was there before Harry came along and ruined it.

The glow in your eyes was visible, your smile felt more real now and you felt more comfortable in your skin than you did 2 months ago. Peter even helped you pack a box of all the things that your ex-boyfriend left at your place and you later sold those things at a thrift store.

Peter started seeing more of you, he would either be at your place after school or you’d be at his and sometimes, you’d go to the ice cream place near his place on a hot day.

As he watched you munch on your ice cream cone, the vanilla on your lip looked a bit more appetising then it did when it was on the cone and he almost leaned in to have a taste.

“Is there something on my face”

“No”

“Why are you staring then?” you smiled and raised your eyebrows at him.

“Oh, shut up” he rolled his eyes, “come on, let me walk you home before it gets dark”

With you walking by his side and the way your knuckles gently brushed against his made him realise how much brighter his world looked now. How wonderful it was to live in a world which wasn’t black and white anymore and it was all because of you.

❥ ‑‑‑‑

Summer - Honey I love you

The sun was setting, both of you returning from the summer fair and he finally gained the courage to hold your hand on the way back home. The hot weather was making your palm sweaty but Peter couldn’t care less. You were literally here, holding his hand in yours and he didn’t want to let go.

“Peter”

“Yes?”

“Will you say it?”

Peter frowned in confusion, “say what?”

“You know what” you bit your lips, a bit of sadness in your eyes.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about” Peter stuttered.

Peter was clueless. For a straight A grade student, he was pretty dumb when it came to love and you.

“So you will just never tell me that you are in love with me?”

Peter halted in his step and that halted you in yours. His hand slightly loosened its hold on yours in horror but you were quick to tighten your hold on his hand, even tugging him closer to yourself so you both were face to face.

“You know?” He finally spoke up, voice in a whisper and mouth agape in shock.

“It’s hard to miss when you’re right there staring at me with your big brown doe eyes” you softly giggled, feeling a bit shy now, “and how you get flustered when I compliment you, how you always have my back and how you always pick me up, it’s obvious that it’s more than just… friendship”

Yes, you knew. You have been waiting for him to say something, anything at all to show you that he loved you but as time passed and still no word from Peter, you finally took matters in your own hands.

Peter was speechless and you have had enough, you sighed and let go of his hand. Peter almost collapsed when you placed your hands on either side of his face and pulled him in.

You filled the gap between you both as you pressed a soft peck to his lips and his eyes fluttered like butterfly wings, savouring in the feeling of the airy kiss. Your lips felt like a light feather, barely there but just enough to make him feel lightheaded for a second.

You pulled away quickly but then pressed your forehead to his and closed your eyes tightly, “honey, I love you”

You said it like a promise, your chest felt a little lighter when the words were finally out and Peter’s heart started racing in his chest again. When he finally processed what had happened, he didn’t waste another moment as he pulled you back in for a kiss.

“I love you” he whispered, words muffled with his lips never leaving yours, “I love you, Y/N”

He repeated the words multiple times, telling you ‘I love you’ for every single time he couldn’t in the past and your eyes watered at the intensity of emotions soaring in your chest.

As he stood there kissing you, his mind went back to last winter and how he wondered how it would feel to be loved by you but now he didn’t have to wonder anymore. He knew how it felt to be loved by you and it felt like heaven.

Anyway, hopeless romantic Peter, my beloved🥰

[sailorwritesstuff]

Do you have any specific Pepa and Felix headcanons? I would cry

not a lot but i have a few! i hope you like them <3 (Also if you spot any mistakes let me know I'm not wearing my glasses so I can't see very well)

Ive said this before but the two of them LOVE to dance together. To any music they can find

They got married in the spring because it's Pepa's favorite season and Felix wanted to make her happy

They give off big Morticia and Gomez Addams vibes! Papa has a more closed off way of showing her romantic affections and Felix is very over the top and sincere. (If they were to celebrate Halloween they would definitely go as those two)

I think that they met at a festival (kind of like how we see Alma and Pedro in her flashback scene)

Pepa wore Felix's moms wedding vail. She wanted to wear the dress but she was too tall and she didn't want to make alterations so she bought her own dress and wore the veil because Felix only has brothers. And his mom always wanted a daughter to wear her dress at her wedding.

The two of them go on dates very often usually just small things like picnics or walks by the river

They place bets on all of the genders of their babies. Felix won 2-1

the two of them sometimes will pretend to still be asleep so that they can spend a little more time cuddling in the morning

sometimes Felix will randomly pick Pepa up over his shoulder and they'll both laugh even though she's trying to pretend she's not enjoying going.

of course we know Felix calls Pepa Mi vida (my life, probably short for love of my life) but Pepa calls Girasol (sunflower) when she's in a particularly good mood because on their first date he nervously brought her a single sunflower.

after wedding Peppa was so nervous that she forgot vows and ended up asking "so how about this weather?" Felix just stared at her and she thought for sure that he couldn't handle the chaos and was going to leave and call if the wedding until he smiled and just laughed. He laughs so hard he could barely make it through his own vows.

The two of them we're only going to have two kids Antonio was a surprise

Pepa sometimes uses his head as an armrest because she's taller than him.

whenever Pepa gets pouty Felix will teasingly pout back at her to make her laugh.

he always makes sure she and the kids eat before he does. Something he learned that men should do from his mother.

One time after Camilo was born Pepa tried on her old wedding dress to see if it'd fit and Felix was ecstatic (he was handsy for days.)

The two of them sit together and Pepa reads out loud while he like listens.

Felix laughs when Pepa stills Camilo's shoes because theyre more comfortable and one day he bought them matching pairs so she'd stop still their sons.

they dance in their room to old records whenever they've got the time.

when Antonio was born the two of them spoiled him rotten cuz he didn't think they were going to have another kid

they'll go to sleep cuddling each other every night

some nights they'll wake up with one or more of their three children sandwiched between them for some reason and they stare at each other and try not to laugh

One time they fell asleep under the stars before they got married and Julieta found them and shu'd Felix away with a broom. Pepa was so flustered that her sister caught her with a boy that she couldn't look her in the eyes for 2 days.

They have tea together every once in a while and Pepa's nose always crinkles in distaste because Felix puts so much sugar and milk in his tea. It drives her insane!

Pepa has been wearing cherry flavored chapstick since they met because she knows that it's Felix's favorite

Felix does her braid every morning! and every morning she tell him what a good job he did. Even on mornings where he does a Little bit not as good.

they've done the same thing for their wedding anniversary every year since they got married. get each other a sunflower and a drink and go play in the lake. They never tell anybody where they're going It's kind of just their little secret But every year they come home with two sunflowers in their hands and two empty bottles.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You (Part 11) - Downtown

Summary: The reader and Jensen have a very fun night in downtown Austin but things start to take a turn when Jensen gets anxious and the reader calls in an old friend for help. A week later the whole family heads up North and the reader gets to meet her future family for the first time but she gets the notion she’s not exactly as welcomed as some of them say...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Square: Coitus Interruptus

Word Count: 7,700ish

Warnings: Mature (language, minor frightening situation, semi-public smut, implied past assault, anxiety attack, family angst, family fluff)

A/N: This part is a rollercoaster, trust me! Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

A/N: Also written for @spnkinkbingo​

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“Jensen?” you said from the shower a few hours later. He hummed from the vanity where he was fixing his hair. “Are we going to a dress up kind of place for dinner?”

“A dress would probably be in order but something casual, like a summer one or something,” he said. “Like your white one with the little yellow flowers on it.”

“I bought that like three days ago,” you laughed. “You’ve never even seen me in it.”

“You gonna let me see you in it tonight?” he asked. 

“Maybe,” you teased.

“I’ll leave it out on the bed,” he said. “Oh and a little something else I’d like if you put on too.”

“Did you buy me underwear?” you laughed.

“You’re gonna have to wait and see, sweetheart,” he said. “Just do what the note on the bed says, alright?”

“Alright, alright. I’ll play your game,” you said. You heard him leave and finished washing up, ducking out of the shower and working on your hair. It dried quickly thankfully and you threw it up into a loose pony tail, a few loose strands framing your face. You put on chapstick and thought about doing your makeup but decided against it. It wasn’t a fancy place you were going from the sounds of it and it was warm out which meant sweat which meant your face was going to melt off anyways.

In the bedroom you found your dress on the bed along with a strip of fabric and a folded piece of paper.

Get dressed and then put this on. I’ll be back soon.

“Well what are you up to Ackles,” you said. You threw on some underwear and a strapless bra, pulling on the short flowy summer dress and leaning back against the bed. You picked up the fabric and shook your head, tying it over your eyes before you laid back on the mattress. About ten minutes later the door opened and you sat up, Jensen chuckling. 

“You look beautiful,” he said.

“What’s the big secret?” you asked. 

“Oh, nothing at all. I am gonna need you to keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times mam,” he said before he was scooping you up. You threw your arms around him and he walked you out of the room, carrying you over to a quiet loft corner of the upstairs. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.”

You relaxed back into the lounger you occasionally found him hiding away in to take a nap or do some reading. You stretched out, hearing the floor creak.

“Ready to go?” he asked, picking you up once again.

“We’re not going out are we,” you said, holding on as you felt him walk you around and a door open, the air suddenly a bit warmer with a slight breeze to it.

“Oh we’re going out,” he said, setting you down, bare feet touching wood. He undid the blindfold and stepped aside. “Ta da. Your very own private rooftop dinner.”

You looked at the nice table he’d set on his balcony, string lights around you, a bottle of wine sat on a small table nearby along with a few covered trays. He smiled in his khaki shorts and light blue dress shirt, a light flush to his cheeks.

“It’s perfect Jensen,” you said. You gave him a hug and kiss, Jensen showing you over to your seat, sliding it in for you. “You did all this in an hour?”

“Well I started planning it a few hours ago. I ordered the food while I set this up and you take very long showers thankfully,” he chuckled. You looked around as he uncorked the wine, Jensen pouring a few glasses for the two of you. “Too much?”

“No. It’s sweet and romantic but not over the top and…” you trailed off as he set the bottle down. “I just really, really, love you.”

“Me too,” he said, kissing your cheek. “Let’s eat while it’s hot. I have other things in store for this evening after all.”

“Y/N,” giggled Jensen two hours later. “Y/N, you’re gonna get us in trouble.”

“Making out in the backseat was your idea I recall,” you said, nipping at his kiss swollen lips. 

“I meant more the you jerking me off thing,” he said as he panted up at you. You cocked your head and grinned. “Oh you are so dirty and I am here for it.”

“Please tell me you have a condom somewhere in this car. I’ve never had sex in a car before you know and I really want to tonight. Like really, really, want to,” you said, biting lightly at his neck.

“Glovebox,” he said. You crawled over to the front seat and dug around, finding a few in there.

“Mr. Ackles,” you grinned over the back of the seat, holding one up. “You are not the sweet boy next door you pretend to be, are you?”

“You’re one to talk,” he laughed, shoving his shorts down and rolling a condom on. You climbed back over the bench and straddled him, Jensen moaning softly as you sunk down. You rolled your hips slowly, Jensen thrusting up. “Fuck. We need to have car sex more often.”

“Yes we-” you said before you both heard the very distinctive bleep from a cop car. Your eyes went wide and you scrambled to get off of him, Jensen yanking his shorts up. You saw an officer walking up and you threw your legs over his lap while he fixed his shorts. A knock came at the window and you rolled it down, an officer giving you a hard face. 

“Anything we can help you with officer?” asked Jensen. The officer narrowed his eyes and you quickly recognized them when he shook his head.

“Jensen, Jensen, Jensen,” he said, Jensen sighing in relief. “Got a report of two people making out in an Impala. I figured some kids must have stolen my good friend’s car since Jared’s is sitting at home. I did not think you of all people-”

“Shut up,” groaned Jensen. 

“Are we in trouble?” you asked. He shook his head and you smiled. 

“If you want to make out or do whatever that condom wrapper is on the floor there for, just do me a favor and drive out of town a few more miles. They don’t give a shit about that sort of thing ten minutes over.”

“Duly noted. Can we get back to our business?” asked Jensen. His friend pursed his lips and Jensen pouted. “Remember that time I pretended you were sleeping over so you could go have a sleepover with-”

“Dude. I’m fucking with ya. Have fun. I’ll keep an eye out for a few minutes but then you’re on your own,” he said. “Later Jenny, Y/N.”

“Dick,” said Jensen, smiling as you rolled up the windows. “Where were we?”

“I don’t know. Jenny,” you said, grinning before he pulled you down, your back hitting the seat.

“Oh now you’re asking for it,” he teased, undoing his shorts. 

“I’m shaking in my boots at big bad Jenny,” you said, Jensen shoving his shorts down. “So scary.”

“Call me Jenny one more time,” he said, pushing up the bottom of your dress. “I dare ya.”

“Jenny,” you said with a smirk. He leaned down and pushed your underwear aside.

“Gonna regret that,” he growled in your ear. He slid inside of you in one smooth motion, bottoming out and pulling out fast. He slammed in hard and you flew your hand against the door, holding onto his shoulder.

“Fuck,” you breathed out as he pounded into you. He’d never been so rough before and you were all for it. “You can do better than that Jenny. I know you can.”

“You asked for it,” he said, snapping his hips. You squeezed your walls around him, Jensen working on giving you a hickey. 

“Is that all you got?” you said, wrapping your legs around him. He growled against your skin and grabbed your wrists, pinning them together against the door. 

He thrust hard and you strained against him, legs letting go. You shut your eyes and felt him slow down before stopping completely.

“Honey?” he asked. You forced your eyes open, Jensen’s hands on your face. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt something?”

“Bad memory,” you said. He went to sit back and you shook your head. “No. I was having fun until you pinned me like that. Please keep going?”

“Alright,” he said softly. “I won’t-“

“No. Do it.”

“Y/N no,” he said. You grabbed his hand and placed it over your wrists. “Y/N.”

“I trust you. I want good memories and I want to have rough sex and if you scare me I’ll say so. I promise,” you said. He nodded and leaned forward again. He pinned your wrists over your head once more and picked up the pace, quickly falling back into a harsh rhythm. “Come on Jenny. Give it to me.”

He growled and thrust hard into you at a breakneck pace, your legs wrapped around his torso once more.

“I said-“ you got out before a low deep pressure in your core exploded. You gasped and keened your head back, Jensen grunting straight into your ear before he finally stopped, breathing hard. You stared up and took short breaths, Jensen’s hands wrapping around your back and pulling you up into a kiss.

“I love you so much,” he murmured. 

“I love you,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder. “Thank you. That was intense but good intense. I felt safe with you.”

“No one’s gonna hurt you ever again,” he said. You gave him a hug he returned, Jensen holding you close. “Was that okay?”

“It was great. I’d love to see this side of you again sometime,” you said, kissing his cheek. “I’m sorry for teasing you though.”

“The Jenny thing? Nah, just a nickname from school. It don’t bother me. Just there’s this rule see only certain people can call me that or else things aren’t gonna end well for them,” he said.

“Am I one of these people?”

“Oh hell no. Not unless you want more of what you just got.”

“I’ll have to remember that,” you said. You felt him grow soft and start slipping out of you, Jensen helping you off of him. He removed the condom with mostly no mess and you stretched out.

“Do you wanna go for a walk? Downtown?” he asked. You nodded and he climbed in the front seat, driving the car away from the park and on a side street that was busier. You ducked out of the backseat, rubbing your arms in the cooler night air.

Jensen walked around with his hoodie in his hands, handing it to you. You pulled it over your head and smiled, Jensen taking your hand, tossing the condom in a trash can you went past.

“You know, you make me feel like I’m some kid in love for the first time,” said Jensen. “But we both know that’s not true but for some reason, I haven’t felt much like a 43 year old lately.”

“My brain is stuck on like age twenty,” you said.

“Same,” he chuckled. “Your head always stays young somehow.”

“So what do you mean by that not feeling age comment then?”

“I feel like some teenage kid that just wants to run off with you on a whim but I can’t exactly do that.”

“Yeah you can. We’re doing it right now,” you said.

“That’s not what I meant,” he said. 

“I know. But the kids are always a positive to me. Sure we can’t run off for a week at the drop of a hat but most people can’t either. I know what I signed up for. I have to share you and be second fiddle sometimes and I’m okay with that.”

“Why though?” he asked. “Don’t you want to be selfish sometimes, just have it be us?”

“Sure but I don’t need whole days. Waking up with you, falling asleep, quiet cups of coffee or impromptu lazy days and dates, a moment here and there is good enough. I don’t need you to tell me you love me all day everyday. I already know so the moments, those are more than good.”

“People aren’t really like that,” he said quietly, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Not when they’re starting out in a relationship anyways.”

“Well I’ve only ever been in two serious relationships. One lasted a decade and went nowhere. The other one, maybe we don’t get everything two kids who are figuring it out for the first time do. But we get a lot of shit they don’t either. I don’t get bullshit. I don’t get games. It’s real and the fact you’re a father and have responsibilities and obligations that come before me doesn’t bother me. I love you and you make me a better person, a happier person. But I just don’t get the logic that I should want more when you can’t give it and I can’t take it.”

“Do you wish we could start from scratch though?” he asked. “Hypothetically.”

“Start from scratch when? You would have been thirty one when I was eighteen and I sure as hell wasn’t mature enough for an older guy back then. You wouldn’t be you and I wouldn’t be me, not these versions at least.”

“You don’t have it in you to be selfish and just say you wish things were different,” he said. You stopped at a corner and shook your head.

“Yeah, Jensen. If I had things my way, you would have zero idea I existed. You’d be with Dee on this date right now and not me,” you said. He crossed his arms and grabbed yours, turning you down the block again as you walked. “Jensen…we were having a nice night. I don’t want to fight.”

He stopped and walked your back against a brick wall, planting a fast kiss on you. 

“Stop saying shit like that,” he breathed out when he pulled back.

“Shit like what?”

“Shit like you’re less important to me. What, cause I knew her longer I’m supposed to love her more? Cause we have kids she’s always more important and you’re the rebound? I hate when you say shit like that.”

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, Jensen planting his hands on either side of you.

“I don’t know how to make you not think that. Because I know how I feel and it has ripped me apart thinking how wrong it was for me to care about you like I do. To love you as much as I do. Because it’s not less. It’s not more. It’s just different but the same and I need you to tell me how to make you believe me. Just tell me and I’ll do it.”

“You’re crying,” you said, wiping off his face. He straightened up and sighed, letting you wipe him off with the sleeves of his hoodie. You grabbed his hand and pulled him around the corner to the entrance of an alley, Jensen glancing down it.

“It’s not safe,” he said before you put a hand over his mouth. 

“I did not say that to upset you and I don’t think what I said came out right. I know I’m not a rebound. All I was trying to say is if I could have stopped you from hurting so badly, stop the kids, stop everyone, from going through that pain, I would have. I’d let you go for that.”

“You don’t know how fucked up I was before you,” he said. He glanced at the street and sighed. “Y/N I act. I’m damn good at it. I can play the bad guy, the fucking cocky bastard, the hero. I can play any character that gets thrown at me. I can pretend to my friends and my family that six months after she was gone I was better. So I fucking pretended and pretended and every single moment was focused on those three kids and nothing else. Nothing mattered to me. I didn’t matter to me. But I needed to work again and I needed help and you walked through the front door and it fell apart. You’re one of the best things to ever happen to me.”

“Jensen…” you said, pulling him into a hug. You saw a sketchy guy cut through the alley, rushing over. “Fuck off! We’re having a fucking moment!”

The guy froze and stared at you, heading back the other direction.

“Did you just scream at a mugger?” asked Jensen, staring back into the alley as you tugged him back out into the light. 

“Maybe. I don’t know. I...have you ever been to a therapist? Honestly?” you asked.

“No. I lied about that,” he said as he looked down. “I told my family that and they bought it.”

“Come on,” you said, taking his hand and turning around. “I want to take you somewhere.”

“Where?” he asked.

“Somewhere you can talk,” you said. “I promise.”

One Hour Later

“Y/N,” said Dr. Moseley. You scrambled from hanging your feet over the back of the couch and righted yourself, Jensen chuckling as he stepped out from the office into the lobby area. “Been doing that since she was a kid. Some habits die hard.”

“I think that’s just how she enjoys watching TV,” said Jensen while you hit the button on the remote. You stood up and Jensen looked a whole lot red eyed but lighter too. “I feel better. A lot better.”

“Y/N, your turn,” said Dr. Moseley and you stared. “You gonna call my office and ask for an emergency session for your fiance I’m not letting you slip out of here without a quick tag up.”

“Ugh,” you groaned. “I’m hungry.”

“Ten minutes tops,” said Dr. Moseley to Jensen. You padded into the familiar office, the door closing behind you. “So. How have things been?”

“I don’t know. Is my fiance alright?” you asked.

“Yeah. I don’t even peg him as a repeat customer. He does need to work on bottling things up though. I know you have some good tips for that,” he said as you nodded. “You look good. Things are more stable it sounds like.”

“Yeah. I dumped the loser. Sold a children’s book,” you said.

“Ah you loved drawing I remember. That’s all we did our first session together,” he said.

“You didn’t tell him, did you.”

“You didn’t tell him either,” he said. “I thought I’d never hear from you again.”

“You did say if I was ever in trouble,” you said, looking back at the door. “He’s okay?”

“Yeah. He’s getting close to the year anniversary of the death. It can be triggering to some. But I think with you he’ll be just fine,” he said. 

“Thanks Ray,” you said, spotting the picture on the shelf behind him. “Shit, Georgie got big.”

“Well you haven’t seen him in nine years and he was ten last time you saw him,” he chuckled, pulling out his phone and showing you a few pictures. “Taylor had her twentieth birthday last week.”

“My soon to be step daughter’s is next week,” you said with a smile.

“Shit you all grew up fast. That’s what I get for adopting,” he chuckled to himself, taking a seat on the couch beside you. “Thanks for calling tonight.”

“I knew you’d help him,” you said.

“Sounds like he helps you too,” he said. 

“He’s alright,” you said with a shrug. 

“He’s a little old for you.”

“Mom was a little old for you,” you said, Ray smiling. “How’s Sarah?”

“Good. She asks about you every so often,” he said. “Asks if we made up yet.”

“We never fought,” you said. You looked down, Ray tucking a hair behind your ear. 

“You stopped smiling when your mom got her diagnosis,” he said. “No matter what I did, I couldn’t get a smile back on that face.”

“Ray it wasn’t you,” you said. 

“The way you lit up when you saw him walk out of this room...I don’t know how you got that spark back but I’m glad you found it,” he said.

“He has a lot to do with that,” you said. “The kids do.”

“I wasn’t in a great place myself when I met you,” he said. “God I did not realize-”

“When that snarky eight year old walked in you’d end up with her mom?” you asked. 

“It was highly inappropriate,” he said.

“So is ending up with the dad you were nannying for,” you said. 

“Mom would like him. He’s kind. Got a lot of love in there,” he said. “He said that thing she used to say to me.”

“I may have told him about the you can have more than one person thing.”

“She’d like him,” he said.

“Do you?”

“Yeah. I’d prefer you not end up with you know, a celebrity. But if you’re gonna be with one, be with that one. He stays out of trouble,” he said.

“Uh, how would you know that?” you asked. 

“Sarah’s something of a...fan of his old show. When she saw you in the background of his instagram photo, I did a little digging.”

“Ray.”

“I care about you. Sue me,” he said. You turned and looked out the dark window. “It was good seeing you again.”

“You know you didn’t do anything wrong right?” you said.

“I know. You had to go and find your own way. I understand it. It doesn’t mean you can’t ever come back,” he said. “If you want that is.”

“Ray I’m not looking for a father,” you said.

“You don’t have to look at all,” he said.

“If you wanted in my life so badly you could have adopted me. You could have married mom. But you didn’t and less than two years later-”

“Your mother did not want to marry again and I didn’t adopt you to because you didn’t want me to.”

“Of course I wanted you to. You don’t need a fucking PhD to figure that one out.”

“No you didn’t. You told me yourself.”

“I was a pissed off, upset, hormonal teenager, Ray. I wanted the exact opposite of that. I wanted to know you loved me just as much as you did her and maybe you did but it left a mark and I left. You moved on and I moved on. Let’s be happy and forget about the rest, alright?”

“Alright,” he said as you stood. “If you ever-”

“I know. I can call you,” you said. He nodded and you went to the door, leaning your head back. “Maybe you guys can come over for swimming or something sometime.”

“You just said you moved on.”

“I moved on from being pissed off at you a long time ago. I have lived with a man that lost the love of his life for six months. Losing mom fucked you up just as bad and I was too young to understand that back then. But maybe we can do dinners every once in a while again, you know?”

“I’d like that,” he said.

“I’ll call sometime when things are a little slower for us.”

“Okay,” he said with a smile He got up and you paused, getting a hug from him. “He’ll be alright, needed to let it out, hear you’re not going anywhere is all.”

“Were you ever afraid of losing Sarah?” you asked. “You’ve been in his position before is why I ask.”

“People are different but yeah, when someone gets inside like that after you’ve suffered losing that before, it’s frightening. It can be debilitating. It can ruin things.”

“But you and Sarah got married and are still together.”

“Be gentle with him when he’s afraid. Comfort him but don’t coddle him. His fears will become manageable and quiet. He has fallen unconditionally in love with you knowing how much pain happens when it gets taken away. Part of him says run away and save yourself from it happening again. Part of him says she’s worth every second of that pain. It’s how I was. Just treat him normally and he’ll learn to live with it.”

“It doesn’t go away?”

“Has he ever been late coming home? Fender bender?”

“He got bit by a scorpion recently,” you said.

“Did you freak out?”

“On the inside,” you said as he smiled. “So that’s the cost.”

“The good times are worth the bad ones,” he said. “Go take him around the corner to Mort’s. They’re open until midnight in the summer.”

“Do they still do the peach cobbler sundae?” you asked.

“Oh yeah,” he said.

“Do you want to…” you trailed off.

“It’s late but I appreciate the offer. Another time for sure though. I have a soccer game to get ready for in the morning,” he said with a sigh. “I am so not coaching next year. I should have quit when Taylor graduated.”

“Yeah you will,” you said. “You were even my coach back in the day.”

“I still can’t kick the ball yet for some reason they want me to be head coach,” he chuckled as he opened the door. Jensen had his nose in the bookshelf, turning around with a curious look. “Y/N’s going to take you out for ice cream. Doctor’s orders.”

“Is this...Y/N?” asked Jensen, pointing at a photograph. Ray walked over and smiled as he picked it up.

“She was about ten years old in that picture,” he said, showing it to you.

“I remember that day. You puked on the ferris wheel,” you said.

“I don’t do rides well,” he said, putting it back.

“Wait I thought you were her therapist for all the crap that happened as a kid,” said Jensen, glancing at you.

“I was. Y/N’s mother felt after the adoption it’d be good for her, for them both, to have Y/N see someone,” said Ray.

“Oh. That’s nice you do like a fun day for your patients,” said Jensen. You rolled your eyes as Ray chuckled.

“Jensen. This is Dr. Moseley. Dr. Ray Moseley. My mom’s old boyfriend,” you said. Jensen looked at Ray and smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you,” said Jensen. “I’ve heard good things.”

“Well that’s always good,” said Ray. “I’ll see you two around sometime.”

“We would like that,” you said, taking Jensen’s hand. “Let’s let Ray head home. He’s got an early morning.”

“It was nice meeting you Jensen. Call anytime you need to, day or night,” said Ray.

“Thanks,” said Jensen. A few minutes later you were back on the street and walking down the block, Ray driving off in his car. “So the therapist you know from when you were a kid is Ray?”

“Yeah. It’s how they met. My mom wanted me to deal with the stuff my dad did. Ray helped me process and be a pretty normal kid again. He and mom hit it off. He was done for the first day they met he said. They got together after I finished up my sessions. When you started talking like that earlier and said you never spoke to anyone, I knew Ray could help.”

“Thanks,” he said quietly, letting you lead him towards an ice cream shop. You sent him over to a table out front while you ordered, returning after a moment with a sundae in a dish and two spoons. “I’m sorry, for lying about seeing a therapist.”

“Why did you?” you asked, taking a seat and handing him a spoon.

“It’s what I told everyone. People don’t worry so much,” he said with a shrug. “I...I’m normally the one that other people can come to for help. I’m not so good at asking for it. I got tired of everyone constantly asking me are you okay? Let me do this for you. Let me do that. I got it, you go rest. I wanted everyone to leave me alone and treat me normally again. Lying took care of that mostly.”

“Please don’t lie to me ever again,” you said. He nodded and you cocked your head. “You don’t have to talk to me but if you feel like you’re bottling stuff up to that extreme again, talk to someone. Please.”

“I will. I’m sorry for acting how I did earlier. All you were trying to say was you’d stop me from being hurt if you could and I twisted it.”

“Sounds like you untwisted it.”

“Ray was good to talk to. An objective third party telling you stuff puts it in perspective.” He picked at the sundae and smiled when he took a bite, going back for a bigger piece. “What’d you two talk about in there?”

“You. Me,” you said, getting a scoop of whip cream. “I told him maybe they could come over for a swim and dinner sometime.”

“He still loves you you know.”

“Yeah,” you said with a nod. “When things calm down, maybe…”

“Do you still love him?” You nodded and scraped away at piece of ice cream that was threatening to fall off the edge of the dish. “Do you think he’ll hurt you?”

“He had the opportunity after my mom died to adopt me. But he didn’t. It hurt that he didn’t. I got it in my head that he only cared about me for her and it wasn’t right but it’s what I felt back then.”

“How do you feel now?”

“I understand he was in pain and I was a brat that took all of mine out on him. I wish he had fought me harder on staying in a way. Let me know he did care.”

“Y/N honey,” said Jensen, leaning forward in his seat. “He has a picture of you in his office. I think you asked for your space and he let you have it. I think that was his attempt at saying he cared back then.”

“Which is why maybe...he can come back into my life,” you said. 

“Whatever you decide, I’ll support it,” he said. “It’s not a simple decision.”

“No, I know he never stopped caring but he was the adult and I was the kid back then. I needed him to say stay.”

“Well, I know somebody who wants you to stay. Actually he’s not letting you go ever,” he said.

“Oh really?” you said, Jensen smirking. “Never ever?”

“Nope. You’re stuck with him for eternity. Sorry in advance for any future freak out sessions,” he chuckled.

“You were scared and a guy like you, I know you hate being scared. Freak out everyday and it still wouldn’t bother me,” you said.

“You’re similar though.”

“True but it works. I take care of you, you take care of me, we eat ice cream and make out in the back of your car and it sounds pretty good to me.”

“I like the way you think.” 

Ten minutes later you were walking through downtown, Jensen’s hand holding yours loosely. You walked past a young couple, one of them carrying a sleeping toddler. 

“You’d make a really cute baby,” he said. You looked over at him and smiled. “Not you you. I mean-”

“I know what you meant. How do you know if you’re ready?” you asked.

“You don’t. Not really. You can prep but you’re never really ready. I always thought you know, when you’re stable, mature enough, when you want it, then you’re ready.”

“I don’t think I’m ready to take care of an infant.”

“Haven’t you been a nanny to babies before though?”

“Yeah. But...the trying to raise a good person thing. A happy, good, kind person. I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

“Says the woman who knows when a little boy is crying because of a tantrum and when he’s crying because something is wrong.”

“That’s different.”

“You’ve been doing it for months. I trust you with them completely, to make any kind of decision for them. They’re your kids too now.” You slowed your pace and he matched it, squeezing your hand. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Hearing you say that is nice is all.” 

“Believe me. I don’t think anyone in the world could possibly love you more than I do but if anyone does, it’s those three kids,” he said. “They ask about Dee more again and it’s all smiles. They ask about you a whole lot. For some reason they’re convinced we went to school together and that’s where we met.”

“I’m gonna check that under you look good and not I look old,” you laughed.

“No, no you don’t. You’re the one getting carded still, not me,” he said.

“Remember that waitress that kept flirting with you at that restaurant in Toronto? That was fucking hilarious.”

“You thought it was hilarious. I was dying showing her my drivers license and showing her the math of how you physically could not be my daughter.”

“Boys hit puberty at thirteen though,” you said, Jensen shaking his head. “Oh come on. Don’t tell me a guy like you hit it in highschool.”

“I was about five four my first year. You so could have kicked my little shrimpy ass. It was super awesome when all your buddies are like, growing a foot in a month and getting muscle and starting to shave and I’m like, the hobbit.”

You laughed and he bumped your shoulder.

“I really wanted to play football in school but I was always way too small. It’s why I wound up in baseball. Plus I think my mom liked it cause it was safer.”

“Eh, but some of those guys peak in high school. You haven’t hit yours yet.”

“You talking looks or like life?”

“Both. I mean when the new season of The Boys comes out you’re gonna get exposed to a huge audience. You’re gonna get to act in like, oscar movie shit and stuff,” you said. He shrugged and you bumped him back. “You’re gonna do amazing.”

“I don’t care about being in that kind of movie really though. I want to do fun things, things that interest me. I’m very happy if my biggest role is Dean Winchester.”

“Well, Dean gave you the opportunity to play Soldier Boy and he’s gonna give you more choices. Dean’s probably what you’ll be known for but you have some more power now cause of that. Maybe even more power with Dean someday. Just do stuff that you want to from now. As long as it makes you happy at the end of the day, I’m all for it.”

“I’m gonna promise you right here and now I won’t ever be away for months on end. I was gone so much before. I like being home. I’m not going away for nine months of the year ever again.”

“It’ll work,” you said. “I bet you could get your own little show in town like Jared if you wanted.”

“I will take the role of dad and future husband for now,” he said. 

“That’s a good role when you think about it.”

“Very good,” he said, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “What time is it?”

“About ten thirty,” you said. “Getting tired?”

“Band’s playing at a bar downtown, that one we heard that night you said I was your best friend.”

“Of course that is what you remember from that night,” you said, leaning against him. “They’re really in Austin?”

“Yup. You wanna go?”

“I’d love to.”

One Week Later

“Are we there yet?” groaned JJ from the backseat as Jensen drove through a suburb.

“We will be there in ten seconds,” he said, turning down another street before pulling into a driveway. “Go on and harass your grandparents.”

She unbuckled herself in the backseat and opened the door, dashing off and up to the house.

“What about you two? Ready to see grandma and grandpa?”

“I need to go to the bathroom,” said Arrow, kicking in her car seat. Jensen shook his head as you climbed out, undoing Zeppelin and watching him run across the grass up to the front door that was now open. 

“Let Arrow go first buddy!” said Jensen as Arrow ran around the car and into the house. “The kid hasn’t had a drink all morning yet she pisses like a race horse I swear.”

“She did knock back about three juice boxes on the way here,” you laughed. 

“Gotta cut that kid off at two,” he chuckled, going to the back of the truck. He pulled out his suitcase and the kids while you grabbed your own and the bag with JJ’s birthday presents. “It’s been a while since I’ve been here. Probably a year.”

“You okay?” you asked.

“Yeah. I’m good,” he said. You followed him up to the house, setting the presents bag down by the door, carrying the suitcases upstairs. “You can put the kids stuff in here. This was my sister’s room.”

“It’s huge,” you said, spotting the bunks up against the wall. “That’s really nice with the full size beds.”

“My parents re did it once there were grandkids and stuff for the holidays. We can stay in my old room,” he said, showing you across the hall. It was smaller and a bit plain but you did notice the cowboy blanket on the bed. He quickly grabbed it and bundled it up, opening a closet door and shoving it inside.

“Yours?” you asked, reaching out for it. He nodded and hesitated a moment before letting you have it. “Is this from when you were little?”

“Yeah,” he said as you saw how the color had faded away in some spots. 

“Do you like to leave it here? We could bring it home if you want,” you said.

“I’m 43.”

“And…” you said, folding it and handing it back to him.

“I wouldn’t exactly say this goes with the master bedroom decor, would you?”

“Alright,” you said. “Seems special is all.”

He left it out on the bed as you looked out a window to the backyard, a few people out there along with the kids.

“Those your parents?” you asked.

“Yeah. That’s my-” he said before he let out a whoof. You turned and saw him tackled on the bed by a man and woman, both of them chuckling. “Guys, come on.”

“Relax, we’re just having fun, Jens,” said the man as he straightened up and Jensen sat up. “Hi. You must be the girlfriend.”

“Yeah. I’m Y/N,” you said, holding out a hand. You were surprised when the man and woman looked at each other and then gave you a hug. You returned it briefly, both of them chuckling while Jensen groaned on bed.

“We know all about you. Josh. Mack. Obviously you know doofus over there,” said Josh.

“Guys,” groaned Jensen.

“Calm yourself,” said his sister. “We’re saying hi to our future sister in law is all.”

“I hate this,” said Jensen, laying back and throwing a pillow over his face.

“He’s never been good with the whole introducing his girl to the family thing. Ain’t that right, Jenny?” asked Josh. Jensen sighed under the pillow and he rolled his eyes. “Well, you can lay there. We’re stealing her.”

“What?” said Jensen as Mackenzie pushed you out of the room. Josh whistled as he ducked out and pulled the door shut, holding it in place.

“Josh let me out!” said Jensen. “It wasn’t funny when I was five and it’s not funny now!”

“Believe me, it’s always been funny,” said Mackenzie to you, nodding at Josh as he pulled a headband around the handle and then over to a curtain rod at the window next to the wall. 

“Joshua! I’ll call mom!” said Jensen through the door.

“We need five minutes alone with Y/N. I’ll let you out when we’re done,” said Josh. He stepped into the room next door, Mackenzie pushing you inside. 

“Uh, what is this?” you asked, taking a seat on the bed. They looked at one another and shut the door. You swallowed but saw them both smile.

“Thank you,” she said, Josh nodding. “Jensen’s had a hard year and last time we saw him at Christmas-”

“He wasn’t doing so hot. He can act his ass off but he can’t pretend to us,” said Josh. 

“He sounds...he’s always so excited to talk about you on the phone, even if we don’t know that many details. He’s always been a little vague but we know you’re the reason he’s doing so well.”

“So don’t worry about the nanny stuff or being the new fiance or whatever you’re worried about. We don’t get to see our brother that much but we like hearing him like his old self again,” said Josh.

“You guys really don’t have a problem with me?” you asked. “Like seriously?”

“You’re not like, crazy right?” asked Mackenzie. You shook your head. “So then seriously we don’t have a problem with you.”

“Thanks,” you said quietly. You tucked your hair behind your ear and took a deep breath. “I know I’m...not her. And I’m younger and I was the nanny and it’s really easy to assume things about me...I don’t want anything to come between him and his family and especially not have that be me. I know all of you took care of him and I want him to feel comfortable again, not get stressed out at seeing you guys.”

“He didn’t want to see us?” asked Mackenzie.

“He does. It’s a feeling I get from him is all. He loves me and I know he wants…me getting along with you guys is important to him,” you said.

“You can be part of this family too,” said Josh. “Really. We know it’ll never go back to how it was but we can have something just as good.”

“We do have one question though,” said Mackenzie. You smiled and nodded as she sat next to you. “Why do you like him? We think he’s horrendous but we get that people find him attractive.”

“He’s handsome but he makes me the happiest I think I’ve ever been in my life. Mine’s kind of been a cluster and he’s a good best friend to have. I just like him I suppose,” you said.

“Do you prank him?” she asked.

“Oh yeah,” you laughed, the two of them smirking.

“Yeah you’re cool with us,” said his brother. “Come on, let’s let the dork out before he calls mom on us.”

He stepped outside and Jensen huffed when Josh let him out.

“What did-” he said before you stepped over to Jensen. “Did they-”

“We had a little talk is all. They love you and so do I so there’s absolutely nothing to worry about besides the fact you can’t escape your childhood bedroom. We may need to consider getting a dog if that keeps up,” you said.

“Well...good,” said Jensen, crossing his arms. “And I’ll have you know, that headband has elastic in it.”

“The arms are for show,” whispered Mackenzie. 

“You’re due for a noogie,” said Jensen, skirting past you and chasing her down the hall. 

“You got any siblings?” asked Josh to you as Jensen tackled his sister into a bedroom. You shook your head and he smiled. “Well, this is about how it goes around here.”

“How often does she win? Having two older brothers and all.”

“More often than you’d think. Our brother in law is at work still but he’s always a wild card on if he’ll help us torture or not.”

“Ah so you’re all grown children, not just Jensen.”

“Pretty much,” he said, Jensen laying back in the hall. “Ready to go see mom and dad?”

“Not really,” mumbled Jensen.

“Time to face the music,” said Josh, pushing you down the hall and stepping over Jensen. He popped up to his feet and you headed downstairs.

“Hold up,” said Jensen.

“Tell him to calm down,” said Josh in your ear. You nodded and his siblings headed outside as an older woman came in.

“Hey mom,” said Jensen, getting a large hug from her when she spotted you both in the kitchen.

“You look so good! You got some weight back,” she said, Jensen sighing. “You were too skinny and you know it. You eating enough again?”

“Yes ma,” he said, shaking his head. He reached out a hand and you let him take it, his mother giving you a friendly enough smile. “This is Y/N, my fiance.”

“Fiance?” she said, looking you up and down. Something about it felt off though and you forced a happy look on your face. “The kids didn’t mention that.”

“It’s a recent development,” said Jensen as he squeezed your hand. “I know it seems a little fast probably but we’ve been together nearly six months.”

“Oh. So you got together not long after the holidays,” she said, a smile on her face but you both saw through it.

“Yeah,” said Jensen, his father coming in the back door with a water bottle. “Dad this is Y/N.”

“They’re engaged, Alan,” she said. “Isn’t that nice?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Donna you mind coming with me to pick up the food order?”

“We can get it,” you said, both of them staring at you. “We know it’s been awhile since you’ve seen the kids.”

“We’ll get it,” he said, voice not necessarily harsh but there was a firmness there you weren’t expecting. They skirted past the two of you and out the front door, Jensen watching it close. 

“Why don’t you introduce me to the rest of the family?” you said.

“Sure,” he said quietly. “Right this way.”

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A/N: Read Part 12 here!

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i did this and.. yeah ❤ i hope you enjoy! reader is aged up btw!

Good Girl

Pairings: Carla Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW

A sigh escaped (Y/N)'s mouth as she exited her car, the day was gloomy and ugly. Puffy clouds blanketed the sky, covering the bright sun, and the pavement was now wet from the thunderstorm that had just blown by minutes before.

Shitty weather for her shitty feelings.

Her shitty feelings stemmed from her recent breakup with her boyfriend, Eren. The two had broken up days prior, due to some issues in their relationship. One thing led to another, and the two called it quits after some arguing; it was over within a blink of an eye.

She couldn't help but miss the brunette boy she once called her boyfriend, Eren was an amazing guy, but everything just suddenly changed within a year of them dating. Her heart felt heavy and her eyes were a bit swollen from all the crying she had done, she wasn't the happiest about it, but she knew she couldn't stay like this forever.

She stood outside his home, she decided to come by and pick up a few things she had left behind. Eren told her that he wasn't around, but to just come in and take whatever she needed.

It was simple, right?

She let out a shaky breath before turning the knob and entering his home, she inhaled the familiar scent of his home; something she missed dearly.

It was quiet in his home, usually when Eren was around, the house was full of energy and life. Without him here.. it felt.. odd, almost awkward.

She put her keys into her pocket and headed towards the staircase that led upstairs, she knew the way around his house like the back of her hand. It was almost like all of the memories of them together were playing in her mind at that exact moment.

She was about to head into his room when her eyes caught the light coming from the room down the hall.

It was his mother's room.

(Y/N) suddenly felt a feeling of panic when the realization that his mom was home. His mom. Did she know they had broken up? Eren and Carla were very close, especially after her divorce from his dad, but what if she thought differently of (Y/N) after this? Not all mothers like to hear the word 'break up'.

She was about to head into Eren's room, when the door opened down the hall.

"Eren! Are you- oh, hello (Y/N)! Are you looking for Eren?"

She didn't know what to say, her mouth went completely dry and all the words in her throat were caught. Carla seemed to be in a good mood, did she not know what happened?

"O-Oh! Hi Ms.Jaeger, um.. I'm not looking for Eren actually," she said, her voice sounding nervous.

Carla laughed a bit, "(Y/N), you don't need to call me Ms.Jaeger, Carla is fine. If you aren't here for Eren, what are you looking for? If you don't mind me asking."

So she didn't know.

She removed her hand from the doorknob. "Can I.. talk to you about something?" she asked, looking away from the woman.

Carla gave her a warm smile, she was used to seeing it all the time whenever she came over. "Of course! Come on in sweetie!" she waved her over towards her room.

(Y/N) shoved her hands into her pockets, she made her way down the hall and entered Carla's bedroom. She hadn't ever seen it before, there was always something about entering a parent's bedroom that put her at discomfort. She could never do it at a friend's house, it felt almost like it was forbidden.

"What's on your mind? You seem a little unlike yourself," Carla asked, breaking (Y/N) out of her thoughts.

She looked at the woman who was folding some laundry, a wave of sadness came over her seeing as it was Eren's clothes she was folding.

She swallowed thickly, "Well.. I don't know if you know yet, but.. Eren and I – well um.. – we broke up," she replied.

The room suddenly fell quiet, she took notice of how Carla stopped folding the clothes and her expression seemed to be of surprise and shock. She wasn't sure how she'd react, it was his mom for heaven's sake!

A sigh escaped her mouth. "I could see you two were growing apart.. Eren stopped speaking about you often, I knew something was coming, but I didn't expect it so soon. I'm sorry sweetheart," she said, coming towards (Y/N).

Carla held her arms open for a hug that she gladly took. A hug was much needed right now, considering not many people cared to listen to (Y/N) about what was bothering her.

She pulled away, a small sniffle came from her nose. "Thank you Carla," she replied, wiping a few tears that escaped her eyes.

Carla used the pad of her thumb to wipe her tears away. "Of course, you can always come to me about anything! It doesn't matter what terms you're on with Eren."

She felt comforted by her words, most parents would shun any ex out of the family, no matter what reason for a break up. It was sweet to her knowing that Carla would always be around, despite what happened between the two.

She watched Carla make her way to the side of her bed, she placed the green laundry basket on the ground, and climbed onto the bed.

"Come sit! You look like you haven't slept," she said, patting the pillow next to her.

She felt comfortable enough to come sit next to Carla, she had done it many times, the two had always been close. Considering that Eren was always a momma's boy, (Y/N) grew to become comfortable and open with Carla about a lot of things.

She removed her shoes before climbing onto the large bed, sometimes she'd forget that Carla was a single woman. She was always surprised at the things she'd have, like a large bed, or a big closet with only her clothing items.

Her head pressed against the wooden frame of the bed, it felt awkward for a few moments, she didn't know what to say exactly.

"I think Eren is going to be okay, if you're concerned about that."

Her eyes looked down at the sheets beneath her, it was true, (Y/N) was extremely worried about Eren. He had always had a hot temper and he took things very seriously, she wasn't sure what a break up would do to him. Though, it did need to happen. Considering all of the bad shit that happened in between.

"I hope he'll be fine.. he can always come to me whenever," she replied, crossing her legs.

Carla placed her hand onto her knee. "Don't worry about it sweetheart, despite Eren being who he is, I know he'll be okay. Just like you will," she said, tapping her knee a few times.

A smile formed onto (Y/N)'s features at her words, maybe Carla was right, maybe everything would be okay.

"Say (Y/N).. I know this may sound a bit personal but.. did you and Eren, ever..?"

Her face grew hot from the question, why was Carla asking? Sure, Eren and (Y/N) both had sex many times, but it was so odd for his own mom to bring it up. Most kids hide that shit from their parents before marriage, but, why now?

She rubbed the back of her neck. "Well, yes we did, if you want honesty. Though towards the end he stopped paying attention to me, so we didn't do it much anymore," she felt embarrassed, she wanted to disappear on the spot.

Carla didn't look at her after she replied, it gave (Y/N) some anxiety. What if Carla didn't like that Eren was sexually active?

"You kids and your hormones, I'm not going to judge though. I did plenty of wild things in my days," she laughed. She shifted her body around so she could face her, "Eren treated you with respect.. right?"

Her eyes filled with curiosity. "O-Of course! Eren always asked me before anything.." she muttered, shifting around on the bed.

Carla turned so her body was now facing (Y/N), the air began to feel thick between them and it was clear there was something going on here that wasn't exactly right.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her thigh, and it wasn't her own. Her eyes trailed up to see Carla's hand sitting there, what was she doing?

"You've always been a pretty girl, (Y/N)." she cooed, circling her thigh with her finger.

She swallowed thickly, was this really happening? This was Eren's mom, why was she being like this?

"What are you doing..?" (Y/N) asked, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

Carla only giggled, "You said Eren never paid attention to you in the end, no? How about I do it instead..?"

Was Carla actually saying she'd have sex with her?

(Y/N) didn't know what to think at the moment, what if someone walked in? If Eren saw what was going on he'd for sure be upset, and this was his mom. This wasn't some random woman.

"Just know there's no force here, if you don't want to, then we can just forget this whole thing. I just want to help you out sweetie," Carla said, rubbing her thigh once more.

She played with the skin of her fingernails, this was a difficult decision to make. Carla was a bit older than her, but (Y/N) did trust her a ton, her mind was so conflicted on what to do.

Fuck it.

"Sure.. help me out, Carla." she replied, looking towards her.

Carla's expression changed from surprise to a cocky smirk within a few seconds, she could see the excitement swirling around her hazel eyes. It sent chills down (Y/N)'s spine, she hadn't ever seen that look come from Carla before; not at her anyway.

"Lay down pretty.." she whispered, sitting up and unbuttoning her white top.

(Y/N) did what she was told, she laid down flat on her back, her head now pressed into the pillow. She felt the thumping of her heart beat against her chest, this was really happening.. and it wasn't a dream.

Her attention went towards Carla, who was already topless and wearing a black lace bra. The swell of her breasts stuck out from the fabric, her skin smooth, with a few small freckles around her chest.

"Don't be so shy, beautiful, I won't do anything too harsh," she said, a giggle coming from her mouth.

She laughed a bit, the awkwardness seeming to fade. Carla leaned down to press a kiss onto her lips, she could faintly taste the chapstick that she had put on a few minutes before she arrived. Their lips danced together, it made (Y/N)'s arms go around the woman's neck to bring her closer to her body.

Carla's hand played with the waistband of her leggings, she slid it underneath the fabric, and felt around her panties.

"Wet now aren't we? You're a dirty girl (Y/N).." Carla cooed, circling her finger around the damp spot of her clit.

A sudden gasp came from her throat, pleasure danced along her body making her brain turn to mush.

"Carla.." she whimpered as she played with her clit.

A smirk formed onto her features. "Take these off pretty.. I wanna see that pussy of yours,"

She lifted her hips off the bed to take off her leggings, she also took the opportunity to remove her shirt, exposing the bra she was wearing. Carla couldn't help but to savor the view of her body, she couldn't believe she looked this good underneath her clothes.

"So perfect.." she said, pressing a few kisses into her thigh. "Can I take these off?" she snapped the band of her panties against her skin.

(Y/N) nodded before speaking, "Yes."

Carla smirked before removing her white underwear, her wet cunt now on full display for her view. Carla grew wet from the sight of her pussy, it was so pretty, and she couldn't wait to devour it.

"What a pretty pussy you have, (Y/N)," she smirked, placing her hands on her thighs.

Chills went down her spine as Carla rubbed her finger along her swollen bead, she felt her cunt aching, it was uncomfortable; she didn't want to be teased.

"C-Carla.. can y-you start, please?" she asked, her voice almost coming out as a plea.

The woman chuckled at the sight before her, she hadn't expected Eren's ex girlfriend to be so submissive and needy. Then again, the two hadn't been doing too much, and she was a single girl.

Carla stood to remove her skirt, it slid down her hips and onto the floor. She needed to be more comfortable, she wanted to show (Y/N) some real action.

"Okay sweet girl," she said, looking up at her through her lashes.

A small gasp came from (Y/N)'s mouth as Carla's tongue made contact with her needy clit, her hips moved upwards towards her face, and her thighs started to tremble a bit from the touch.

Carla's hand found its way to her breast, where she began to massage and play with her nipples. A quiet moan escaped her mouth which sent vibrations along (Y/N)'s clit, it made her twitch and whimper.

"Carla! Shit!" she cried, putting her hands into the woman's hair.

Carla looked up at her, swirling her tongue around the most sensitive areas of her pussy. She inserted her finger into her hot, warm, cunt; the pleasure going along her body in waves.

"I love your pussy baby, fuck, how could Eren let this go?" she said, curling her finger to reach her g-spot.

(Y/N) cried out in pleasure from the feeling, her pussy was dripping wet, and her mind was becoming clouded from the euphoria. Carla knew what she was doing, the way her fingers would twist and curl to reach that spot, or the way she kissed at the bead of her swollen clit; it was like something she'd never felt before.

"Oh yes! Right there!" she moaned, throwing her head back against the pillow.

Carla sucked on her clit one last time before pulling away, her chin covered in her slick arousal. "Come kiss me babygirl," she said, getting close to her face.

(Y/N) leaned in and pressed her lips against Carla's, she could taste herself on her tongue. Her walls fluttered around her finger, which made Carla smirk.

She moaned into the kiss as her movements began to speed up, her thumb brushed against her clit, she could feel the way (Y/N) was tightening around her which meant she was getting close. Carla wanted her to cum all over her fingers.

"Come on pretty girl.. cum all over me," Carla said, spreading her legs apart to see her cunt.

(Y/N)'s vision went white and her legs trembled as her orgasm took over her body, sparks of euphoria danced along her skin from the shock. Some sweat glistened onto her skin from the warm room.

Carla pulled her fingers out and brought them towards her tongue. "Suck."

She took her fingers to her mouth and licked the slick off of them, a small chuckle coming from Carla.

"Good girl, you're such a good girl (Y/N)."

-

The next day (Y/N) couldn't believe what happened the previous night, her mind kept clouding with thoughts of Carla going down on her.

She sat up in bed, it was still early morning. She reached for her phone on the nightstand, she noticed she had a text from someone.

More specifically, Eren.

Eren: so you like fucking my mom?