#sorry for answering this late i’ve been crazy busy lately and i was waiting for the chance to sit down and reply to this properly 😵‍💫

[brzatto]

Hello again! Since I started watching season 2 of the bear I've been building up some thoughts regarding the overarching plot and characterisation. I haven't been able to share my ramblings with anyone else, so I hope it's ok to share them with you. It's been a while since I've been this disappointed by the direction a show has taken. :(

I mentioned before on one of your posts that I saw Carmy as asexual, or at least not seeking a physical or romantic relationship with women. In season 1 I was so happy that Sydney was kept as a colleague/friend, which carries into season 2. I was legitimately hopeful to get just one show where the main character doesn't have a contrived romance storyline. I feel they always just derail the main plot for meaningless character interactions with terrible dialogue, with male and female characters never being allowed to just be friends. When Claire was introduced I audibly GROANED. Manic pixie dream girl has entered the chat.

The scene in episode 6 where Richie and Mikey are saying how in love Carmy is with Claire, how amazing she is, how hot she is—it felt like they were trying to convince me and not Carmy. You and others have said before how Claire just exists to be a love interest, and every scene with her does nothing except try (desperately) to solidify that. I feel like I'm being repeatedly beaten with a bat that has "Claire is nice so you should like her" written on it. The scene where Richie is legitimately upset that he messed up the generator and is worried Carmy will dismiss him—why was Claire laughing at that? I thought she was meant to be nice? That's what every character keeps telling me... Every scene with her drags, every character that mentions her name suddenly causes the scene to shift to focusing on Claire. It's like Claire is the centre of the universe and is pulling in and crushing everything with her gravitational pull.

When Carmy kissed Claire in episode 5 it made me lose hope for his characterisation. It was like I was instead watching JAW's character from Shameless. All nuance thrown out the window for a rushed relationship with no chemistry. His journey to heal from his traumas and come to terms with Mikey's death sidelined to make way for boring shot reverse shot talking scenes with Claire. Carmy doing restaurant business? Nah, let's watch him and Claire have some boring dialogue during a car journey.

Hater mode activated: Claire as a character is boring, shallow, and only added because "hur dur boy must like girl". Despite what her character was supposedly introduced for, I think her introduction just caused season 2 to waste time on meaningless fluff that actively made other characters worse by association.

I have 3 episodes left to watch but I'm feeling pretty low about this season. I shouldn't have expected an asexual main character because I just set myself up for disappointment, but the bear really had me thinking it wouldn't do something this lame. I'm still carmrichie for life though, your fics are keeping me hanging on. Sorry for such a long and depressing ramble in your inbox. ❤️

P.S. The scene with Richie and Mikey confronting Carmy in episode 6 really gave me vibes of Carmy being closeted and feeling pressured about his friendship with a girl (similar to what you previously said about the monologue in s1e8). I also got vibes of Richie trying to hide his own insecurities with women by being vulgar in this scene.

hi! <3

if i’m being honest i agree about everything :/ and i hate saying that this show’s disappointed me because all of my friends know just how much this show means to me and the steel grip it’s had on my brain for the past year since the first season first came out… i feel like i’m partially the problem because my expectations were probably too high + the shift between s1 and s2 was very drastic and i’m honestly not a huge fan of change either. i’m not sure exactly what i expected from s2 but the demo and remodeling of the beef felt very rushed to me… like the restaurant was undergoing very significant changes but all of that felt like it was put on the backburner in favor of focusing on the characters. and obviously a show will focus more on individual character storylines than settings (and i actually did really enjoy some of the growth we got for our side characters, sydney marcus tina and richie’s episodes were all amazing and i loved that sugar’s presence was much more prominent this season) but like you said the claire plotline with carmy felt very out of place and ooc… it just felt extremely weird for carmy’s character to make this jump from s1 where we see all the emotional trauma he still suffers from being so attached to mikey, how he uses the beef as a distraction for his grief but obviously those two things are deeply intertwined for him and by obsessing over the beef day and night carmy still remains entrenched in mikey by extension—there’s still so much about carmy’s trauma in relation to mikey that’s been left unaddressed and imo he still largely lacks closure and i was expecting that to be fleshed out properly in s2 but instead he spent all of it being infatuated with a girl we were introduced to for the very first time this season.

can i say something actually. ik the creators and both jaw and ayo have all said that there won’t be any romance between carmy and sydney but i feel like they actually will be endgame and the creators are just trying to throw fans off so they won’t expect it LMAO or at the very least the way the writers have set up the storyline leaves it open as an option if they do change their minds and decide to go that route eventually. i’ve said before that i don’t ship them but i think there is a genuine and undeniable bond between carmy and sydney, although i enjoy their relationship platonically their dynamic and relationship has waaayy more depth than whatever carmy and claire are supposed to have going on… and i hate disliking female characters for being bland and stale because 9 times out of 10 it’s never their fault that they’re written that way, but seeing how realistic, grounded and likable our other female characters are (sydney, natalie, tina) it feels like there’s less of an excuse for her to be that way. she feels like a generic self insert pulled out of a x reader fanfic 😭 i immediately got the romantic vibe from her and carmy even from the season trailer but seeing what we’ve been told about carmy’s character i was sincerely hoping that i was misinterpreting it and she was just his cousin or something lmfsodoajaoaj and it felt so cheap and tacky for them to pull the “actually she’s his estranged childhood friend and he’s always had a crush on her!” card in e6. i also agree with what you said about that conversation sounding like carmy being closeted while richie and mikey tease him… also was kind of put off by the way they were talking about her tbh especially considering the fact she’s supposed to be carmy’s age and we know they’re both significantly older? i’ve also actually never considered interpreting it as richie overcompensating in that scene since he was still with tiff at the time (who i actually loved… i have my beef with carmy and claire but i would stand by tiff and richie until the end of time actually) but now that you mention it i think that makes sense too… much to think about

i can’t remember if i’ve said this before in another post but i also really disliked how love triangley they framed all of sydney’s interactions with carmy in relation to claire… i understood the purpose of other characters instilling this seed of doubt in her about her partnership with carmy and whether or not she was capable of trusting him, really trusting him, but i feel like there were multiple moments of unnecessary tension between the three of them and like you said, i’m so tired of contrived romance subplots in shows where there’s a female and male lead. i love carmy and sydney as individual characters but the possibility of their relationship being romantic just genuinely does not compute with me in my brain… that being said though it genuinely was very wild to me that everyone involved in the show made it clear on multiple occasions that there was no intention of sydney and carmy’s relationship going in that direction, just for them to introduce some random white girl this season just to give carmy a love interest. like? this season was longer than the first one and they still weren’t able to flesh out carmy and claire’s relationship and dynamic the way they did with him and sydney in s1, they felt so incredibly rushed and it was ABSURD to me when carmy openly admitted to liking and even loving her because those are things that feel like they should be so monumental for someone like him, who is supposed to be emotionally traumatized and romantically inexperienced—it was honestly strange to me hearing him tell even richie that he loved him and you know how i feel about them so. anyways you pretty much summed up my feelings towards claire and her plotline perfectly, and i genuinely wish that weren’t the case but i feel like that plays a part in why i find myself so incapable of rewatching this season t_t and i know objectively the point of the plotline was to show that carmy actually isn’t at a place in his life where he’s capable of maintaining a healthy romantic relationship/balancing it with his work but it still just felt strange to derail from the whole grief theme/mikey plotline for that when i was expecting them to delve even deeper into that this season instead.

i’m assuming you’ve finished the season since sending me this—just in case you haven’t i’ll refrain from talking about anything else that might spoil you but i will say that the one thing they absolutely did correct this season was e7. i’ve been dying for a richie centric episode and that gave me everything i could’ve asked for, it was so so gratifying seeing richie find his niche like that and i’m so excited to see what else the series has in store for him. this season wasn’t all bad but i was admittedly disappointed by a few things—nevertheless all that being said i did actually genuinely enjoy how the season ended and where it left off; that felt a lot more like s1 to me and i’m eager to see how they’ll pick things back up between carmy and richie specifically next season… hopefully s2 is just a product of middle child syndrome and s3 will blow us out of the water

[ifwdominicfike]

phone sex with sub!dilf!matt

── .✦. ──

matt had been off on a business trip for about a week, and he’s been missing you like crazy. nonstop texting or calling you every chance he wasn’t busy, but it wasn’t enough — you needed you, he needed to feel you but since he couldn’t, he found the next best thing.

one particular night though he calls you later than usual, looking at the time and its almost 2 in the morning, lucky enough you’re awake and answer him right away.

“matt? what are you doing up so late?” you question, all you’re met with is labored breaths and tiny whines. your face goes pink, “baby..?” you call for him again, you begin to hear small cries of your name while trying to understand him.

“m’so sorry sweet girl, jus’ need y’so bad please keep talk- fuck talking please mama” he begs, your thighs squeeze together at his words.

a small smirk forms on your lips as you begin to slide your hand down your shorts, “no no sweet boy, i wanna hear you talk. tell me what you’re thinking of, please?” that hint of sweetness in your voice makes him groan all while trying not to cum on the spot.

you hear shuffling on the other end of the phone and he speaks up, “b-been thinking of you all day mama, you t-touching me and telling me how good i’ve been for you” the hand wrapped around his swollen dick was going at a sloppy pace, he was losing control for you and you weren’t even there.

“i don’t think you’re being right now baby..” you let out a sigh while your fingers rub slowly at your clit. “calling me at such a late hour just because you need cum, so pathetic of you matthew.” you tease him, more sounds of silent pleas and whimpers fill your ears.

he was so close, he just needed to hear you say it. he needed your permission to cum, he was completely ruined for you and he didn’t care one bit.

“please let me- cum fuck mama, i need to c-cum” almost on the verge of tears, his arm was getting tired and he was getting restless — he needed to hear you say it.

you were so lost in your head chasing your own release while he was babbling on about you letting him cum, “cum with me baby, go ahead — you deserve don’t you?” your moans push him further and right when he heard the okay he’s done for.

“th-thank you mama oh my- fuck! yes yes-“ he continues to stroke himself through his high while you praise him and talk him through it.

after a couple of seconds of comfortable silence he speaks up again, “i can’t wait to see you again, miss you so much mama” his voice now sounds more tired and worn out, he yawns before telling you goodnight. “goodnight sweetheart, call me tomorrow, please?”

- avery’s note ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡-

fuckfuckfuck i love you sub!dilf!matt !! again this is for @mattsstarlet i love you so bad oh em gee

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[savyindeepspace]

whew your writing sratches that itch in my brain fr 😵‍💫 i would LOVEE to see you write about zayne and sylus reacting to the reader being self conscious about squirting for the first time pretty please 🥲

I appreciate you 🥰 thank you for waiting, I just finished a longer fic, so I can answer this now!

MDNI 🔞

❄️ : Not only has Zayne learned your body and all its responses to stimuli, but he’s a surgeon as well as your primary care physician. His hands always moved with precision and care, whether it was keeping steady while holding a scalpel or working you open around his long fingers. Every time he made you cum, it was always mind numbing—but he wanted to give you more and test the limits of your pleasure.

After a particularly tough week at both your respective jobs, you needed release. Some nights, all you could muster was a slow make out session or a little dry humping before bed. “I’m sorry, Zaynie, I’m just so tired,” you said before rolling over, pressing your back into his embrace. Zayne is a patient man, his level of restraint was something that he’d sworn to maintain. So he’d wait until you were ready, because it was always evident in your gaze, your touch, even your scent.

You didn’t know there was a possibility to experience a more intense climax than the ones Zayne gave you. Your body always laid trembling and dewy with sweat when he took care of you. He made you wet with even the most feather-light touches and he always listened, never insecure when you told him to change his pace or pressure. And he loved to give, even if it meant not receiving anything in return. Zayne’s goal during intimacy was to watch you fall apart beneath him, by his hands, mouth or cock.

You stayed at his condo over the weekend, tidying his space while he was at work. He agreed to take a shorter shift since you had an early day yourself. Before he came home, you showered away the dust and grime accumulated while cleaning. He came through the front door quietly, his black tie loosened around his neck, lab coat draped over his forearm. Changing from dress shoes to house slippers, he shuffled his way into the kitchen. You stood with your back turned towards the island, preparing dinner, mindlessly chopping vegetables and humming to the music playing off your phone.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, drawing a deep breath and sighing softly from the smell of your jasmine lotion. “You’re home,” you cooed, turning around in his arms. His bright dreamy hazel eyes were a little less tired, the previous dark circles now fading. “You smell good,” he murmured, nuzzling into your neck. “Thank you baby, hungry?” Zayne squeezed you a little tighter, held around your waist a little longer. “I am. Thank you for starting dinner, but let me help.” You gesture to a plate of chicken thighs, “season those for me?” He nodded, then pressed a kiss to your temple.

After finishing the dishes, you agreed on a movie night before bed. Your bodies were snuggled together under a mountain of blankets, taking turns popping candies into each other’s mouths. Zayne rubbed your thigh, an absent minded motion he did frequently, but tonight it was driving you crazy. After a while, the movie became less interesting. Taking hold of his wrist, you put his hand on your crotch and his fingers flinched from the heat rising from your core. “You’re being so bold,” he said low and husky, but slowly rubbing circles into the fabric. “Mm—we’ve been to tired and busy lately, I miss you…,” you moaned, feeling the muscles in his forearms flex with each turn of his wrist.

Zayne pulled you into his lap, planting his hand on your waist, “I knew the movie wouldn’t last long.” The buttons on your pajama top were undone just enough to expose your cleavage. Letting out a soft groan, Zayne buried between your breasts nose first. You carded your fingers through his dark hair, mewling as his lips grazed your nipple. “I’ve missed you all week, need to hold you, feel you around me,” he rasped, rolling the hardened bud between his teeth. Your hips began to rock against his lap, breath hitching when his erection nudged your swelling clit. Zayne’s normally chilled skin became hotter and flushed, his cheeks and ears a bright red.

When you kissed him, his tongue still tasted like strawberry candy. He slithered his hand between your bodies, diving into your pajama shorts. “God, you’re always so wet for me,” he said with a strained tone. You moaned into his mouth, grinding against his deft fingers. “I want to make you wetter, can I do that love?” His voice was raspy, breath brushing against your ear and neck. “Mhmmm, need you, Zayne, so bad.” You whined as he filled you with two fingers, curling the tips over your sweetest spot. His forehead fell, resting on your shoulder. “So…warm,” he groaned, “I don’t think I can wait anymore.”

He quickly rose off the couch, fingers still working you open, essence rolling in clear beads down his hand. Your back bounced off the mattress, watching Zayne shrug out of his dress shirt. His fingers were still soaked as he unbuckled his belt and slipped his grey slacks to the floor. He crawled over you, palms sinking into the mattress, cock hanging heavily between his legs. “I’m going to make up for everything,” he whispered, soft lips bruising your earlobe. You arched into him, pussy clenching around nothing, begging for fullness and friction. He pushed your hips into the sheets, “behave. I’m going to take care of you.” Zayne pursed a slow trail of kisses down your stomach, biting the plush skin under your navel. His lidded gaze fell to your messy panties, “fuck…,” he couldn’t help but drag his tongue over the transparent stain. “A-ah!,” you keened, gripping the hair at his nape. The doctor pulled your ruined underwear away , moaning deeply at the sight of your weepy sex.

His tongue slid in and out of your entrance, giving you a hint of fullness. You writhed impatiently, “baby please…” A tight smack stung your flesh, making a yelp rip out of you, “I said behave.” Zayne closed his lips around your clit, giving it light sucks while pressing his palm on your abdomen. “F-fuck…what are you doing?,” a foreign pressure began building from this new sensation. You could feel your pulse thrumming from inside your core. “Giving you more,” Zayne said with a clinical tone, reintroducing his fingers to your entrance. Your body shattered, you came around his pumping digits, hips bucking like a wild mare. “Mmmm fuck—Zayne!”

He rose from between your thighs, quieting your moans with a reverent kiss. “Feel good?” You looked at him with needy eyes, nodding frantically. “Use your voice.” “Yes, daddy, so good,” you whimpered, making his cock jump. He dropped his hips, rubbing the tip through your folds, “I’m not done, yet.” His breath was hot as it fanned over your shoulder, making your skin prickle with goosebumps. Zayne instructed you to breathe as he pushed himself inside, grunting from that first clamp of your walls. The stretch was intoxicating, every inch satisfying your need for fullness. “God, so tight,” thrust “so perfect,” thrust “so fucking good for me. It started with long, slow movements, warming your pussy with his length. He memorized every twitch, every shudder of your muscles, filling you deliberately. “Faster baby…please..,” you pleaded, asking for a kiss with your eyes. Your lips were met with a loving embrace, his tongue invading your mouth. The vulgar gushing between your bodies made lighting shoot up Zayne’s spine, you’ve never been this sloppy for him and it filled him with a sense of pride.

You were already feeling euphoric, mind dizzy and vision blurry. His hand reached under your pillow, retrieving your vibrator you thought he didn’t know about. A gasp ripped from your lips when the rattling toy met your flesh, making you fist the sheets. “Z-Zayne—I can’t take it, s’too much..,” you panted, an unusual pressure building in your gut. His thrusts changed, sliding in and out ferociously. “I got you, love. Be a good girl and cum for me.” You wept from the combination of pleasure and pain, this unknown pull at your insides was tearing you in half. “I…I—ohhh god, I’m cumming Zayne!” A scream shattered your vocal cords and a warm fluid sprayed from where you connected, leaving a small puddle beneath you. Your cheeks felt hot, “baby…what was that?” Your lover held your chin, pulling your gaze to his, “don’t be embarrassed, I just wanted you to feel better.” He gently kissed you, still plunging himself inside your fluttering pussy. “Did I squirt?,” you cooed, still feeling a little vulnerable. Zayne’s hips rutted into you, his cock coating your insides with cum. “Haah—yes, and I loved it, I love you.”

You squirmed weakly, feeling full, spent and drowsy. You kissed each other lazily moaning softly against your sweeping lips. He gently pulled out, watching you leak onto the sheets, “such a good girl, I love you, angel.”

🐦‍⬛: Sylus was no stranger to love making. He put you in positions you didn’t know existed, pulling the most earth shattering orgasms from you multiple times a night. He had an open mind when it came to you and your needs, giving you anything you desired. After all, he made it his life’s purpose to spoil you rotten, to feed your greedy intentions. His devotion for you was ancient, otherworldly—it showed in more ways than intimacy. Lately, however, he noticed your light was a little dimmer than usual.

For months Linkon had several waves of Wanderer attacks. Terrorizing local communities, so much so that it took multiple teams to defeat them. Sylus frowned at your slumped shoulders and dark circles, feeling an ache in his chest for his normally feisty kitten. “Is there anything I can do to help?,” he asked, thumbs digging into your traps. Your head fell back against his shins as you sat in front of the couch, melting from his firm ministrations. “Mm, no Sy, it’s okay really.” He grumbled above you, slightly annoyed by your stubbornness. “You don’t always have to be so independent, Sweetie,” he murmured, gliding his hands down the back of your neck. You leaned over and kissed his calf, “m’fine, I promise.”

Then the next day, you weren’t. Finally at your wits end, you thrashed through the base doors. Sylus had no time to greet you as you shut yourself away in the bathroom. You were frustrated, on the verge of angry, exhausted tears and all you wanted was a hot bath. Stripping away the layers of your Hunter’s uniform, you threw them in a messy pile and began to fill the tub. Your muscles loosened and bones felt softer when you sank in the steaming basin. A deep sigh, blew from your lips and slowly, you closed your eyes.

Sylus knocked on the bathroom door before peaking his head inside. You were so immersed in your soak, that you didn’t notice him undress and sink in behind you. “Mmm, hey you,” you groaned, resting your head on his chest. A light kiss pressed against your hair, “everything okay, Kitten?,” he asked, gently rubbing your arms. You sighed, “just so tired, of everything…” “I understand, why don’t you let me take care of you tonight?,” he soothed, arms squeezing you tighter. After months of grueling work, you finally gave in.

You let Sylus wash your hair, run a loofah over your skin, practically purring from his touch full of intention. As he rinsed away the suds from every part of your body, a trail of kisses followed. You nuzzled into his lap, still surrounded by the warm embrace of the water. “Sy…I want more. More touching, more kissing. I need it.” He hummed sweetly, lifting you out the tub. Kneeling before you, he smoothed a towel from your tummy down each leg pursing his lips down your skin. His touch was worshipful, making you sigh with a mixture of pleasure and feeling seen. Then he stood, blotting your dripping hair, grazing your neck with his nose. “You’re so soft, smell so sweet…,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. You let out a soft hum, leaning into his broad frame.

You wrapped the towel around your self while Sylus put your hair in long braid down your back. “There, feel better?” “Mhmm, thank you, I’m sorry for being so stubborn,” you mumbled. His finger curled under your chin, pulling your gaze upward. “It’s okay, Sweetie, I know it wasn’t personal.” He guided you backwards until your back met the cool marble countertop. You floated upwards, landing softly as you sat by the sink. Sylus pushed between your thighs, “from now on, you’re under my care. Understand?” The towel fell to the floor and his hands splayed over your thighs. “Yes–“

“Good.”

He kissed you slowly, reverently, slipping his long tongue into your mouth. A low growl rose from his chest when you bit his lower lip. Sylus moved to your neck, sucking rosy marks into the flesh. “Mine..,” bite “mine…,” suck “all mine.” Your fingers raked through his silver locks, lightly tugging at the roots and earning a small moan. He palmed your breast, needing the plush swell in his large hand. You gasped as he inhaled a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the peak. “Good girl, keep making those pretty noises for me…” His tongue gave your other breast some attention, making your mouth fall into an O shape. “Sylus…more…,” you breathed, parting your thighs further, feeling sticky at your center.

Your lover could smell the arousal lifting off of you, sliding his fingers through your slick. He groaned, rubbing circles around your clit, “fuck…you’re so messy already, I need to taste you.” He sucked his digits clean before using them you fill your entrance, caressing your puffy insides. “Ah—Sylus, yes…,” you mewled, tossing your head back. His fingers warmed your core, gushing lewdly, making the silver haired man bite his lip. “I love it when she talks to me, so dirty,” he growled, “I’m gonna make her leak everywhere, too.” You yelped as Sylus threw you over his shoulder, still buried knuckle deep. You whimpered, every step he took towards the bedroom nudged his fingertips against your walls, making you clench tightly.

You melted into the mattress, face down and a curved arch in your back. Large hands gripped your ass, spreading it apart slowly. A warm glob of spit plopped on your pussy, then spread evenly with his crown. “Don’t hold your breath and make those pretty little sounds for me, okay?” You whined, moving your ass in needy circles against his erection. Smack “hmm?,” Sylus hummed, soothing the stinging spank with his palm. “Y-yes! Okayyy!” His weight leaned against you, pursing a kiss between your shoulder blades. You could feel him in your guts when he finally sank inside, filling you to the brim. “Goddamn,” he rasped, pulling back and watching his cock disappear with each languid intrusion.

Your moans were muffled by the blankets before another warning spank swiped across your ass. “Ah—s-sorry baby.” He rubbed the flushed cheek, accepting your adorable little apology. Sylus’s eyes never left your pussy as it swallowed him whole, leaving a ring of slick around the base. He knew being in doggy was your favorite position, how hard you came from his hips slamming into you from behind. When your legs began to shake and voice was raw from calling his name, he prepared for the moment you’d break beneath him. As his thrusts grew more intense and rapid, your arm swung back, pushing away from intense waves of pressure. Sylus held your hand but kept his bruising pace, “don’t run Kitten, you’re almost there…”

You nearly collapsed to the bed when his fingers found your clit, “w-wait—oh my god!” But he didn’t stop, only growled at your pleasured moans and how your back arched even deeper. An unfamiliar feeling boiled in your lower abdomen, threatening to crash over you at any moment. Just when you felt like you couldn’t hold on any longer, Sylus tapped your clit repetitively. You wailed, clawing at the sheets and gushing endlessly down your thighs. “Yes that’s it’s, just like that, Kitten.” The mess pooling on the bed drove him crazy, and he came hard, holding your hips with an iron grip. A soft whimper fell from your lips as he claimed you, limbs struggling to hold you upright. “Good girl,” he purred, pulling himself free. You winced, rolling on our back. Sylus bent down and dotted kisses all over your dewy skin, the worship returning in his touch. “Love you so much, sweetheart,” he soothed. You sighed, sweeping the plastered strands of silver from his forehead, “I love you, baby…but I feel so embarrassed. Never squirt before.”

A subtle laugh rumbled from his throat, and he pulled you into his arms. “Don’t ever apologize for experiencing pleasure. I wanted you to let go.” His reassurance was warm and sweet. You curled into him and let out a relieved sigh. “But don’t fall asleep yet, I’ll definitely need to change these sheets. My little mess maker.”

*further proof I need the snowcrow duo in my bed*

[incloudcity]

hold the line | ld29

requests are open summary: leon’s always been hard to read — cold, some might say. But you’ve always known how he feels about you. Or you thought you did.

You always knew loving Leon would be quiet.

He’s not dramatic. Not a talker. He doesn’t do grand romantic gestures or stay up until 2 a.m. whispering promises into the phone.

He shows love in quieter ways. In the way he keeps a hand on your thigh when he drives. In the way he remembers how you take your coffee, even if he never drinks it himself. In the way he leans into your shoulder instead of saying, I missed you.

You were okay with that. You liked it, even. The steadiness. The security of it.

Until now.

Because lately, the silence hasn’t felt steady. It’s felt like a countdown.

You’re used to the distance — him in Edmonton, you in Vancouver. It's never been easy, but it's been doable. You’ve made it work for nearly a year. Calls, visits, weekends stolen between games and your job’s endless hours.

But two weeks ago, something shifted.

The calls got shorter.

Then they stopped entirely.

Texts went from thoughtful to sparse. One-word replies. Half a heart emoji. Sometimes, nothing at all.

You’d brushed it off at first. Everyone gets busy. He’d tell you if something was wrong.

Right?

But now it’s nine days until he’s supposed to fly out and you haven’t heard his voice in a week.

The last text he sent was five days ago.

“Busy day. Will call later.”

He didn’t.

You tell yourself you won’t spiral. Then you check his Instagram.

Nothing new. But that makes it worse. He’s been completely silent. No stories. No posts. Just gone.

So, you cave.

You call him.

It rings once. Then twice.

Straight to voicemail.

You try again.

Nothing.

Then, a third time. You leave a message this time, trying to sound light.

“Hey. Just… wondering what’s going on. You don’t have to call tonight, just let me know you’re okay. I miss you.”

You hang up and stare at the wall for five solid minutes.

Then you text.

“If you’re not coming next week, just let me know.” “You can say it, Leon. I can handle it.”

You end up deleting the last one.

You set the phone down and go to bed. Alone.

Again.

He calls two days later.

You’re half-asleep on the couch, the TV flickering some true crime doc in the background, when the screen lights up.

LEON DRAISAITL.

You answer on the second ring, voice flat. “Hey.”

He sounds rushed. Distracted. Like he’s walking through a parking lot or flipping through his bag.

“Hey—shit, sorry, I meant to call yesterday. It’s been a crazy few days.”

You press the phone harder to your ear. “Right.”

“I’ve just had a lot to figure out, and the flights were—uh, hang on—sorry, one sec.”

You wait. Silent.

He comes back, muttering something under his breath. “Anyway. It’s good now. I’ll explain soon.”

You pause. The silence buzzes in your ears. He sounds like he’s somewhere else. Wants to be somewhere else.

“You don’t have to explain anything,” you say, voice barely above a whisper.

He hesitates. “What?”

You close your eyes. “Nothing. It's nothing.”

“Wait what—”

You hang up before he can answer.

He shows up the next morning.

You open the door in pajama pants and your ex’s hoodie — the one Leon always pretended not to hate but definitely did.

And there he is.

Leon. On your doorstep. With his duffel bag and his tired eyes and confusion written all over his face.

You cross your arms. Your voice comes out cold, flat, like you rehearsed it in a dream.

“So you really flew out just to break up with me in person, huh?”

He blinks. “What?”

“You could’ve just sent a text, you know. But I guess I should give you credit for flying across provinces to make it official.”

He steps inside slowly, like approaching a wild animal.

“What are you talking about?”

You laugh bitterly. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Pretend you don’t know what this is.” Your voice wavers. “You’ve been ghosting me for days, Leon. You sound like you don’t even want to be here.”

His brow furrows. “I’ve been planning a trip. For us.”

You stare at him.

“I flew out early,” he says, a little breathless. “I booked us a cabin. In the valley. You said you were burned out. I wanted to give you a week away from your inbox and your shitty coffee maker.”

Your mouth opens. Closes.

“I’ve been trying to coordinate everything—rental, car, making sure the team didn’t say anything. It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

You’re blinking fast now. “You planned a vacation?”

“Yes.”

“And you just… stopped talking to me?”

He rubs a hand over his face. “Okay I didn’t mean to. I was trying to do it right. Keep it a secret, make it perfect. But I fucked it up.”

You sink onto the arm of the couch, stunned. “I thought you were done with me.”

Leon’s face crumples. “I could never be done with you.”

You want to yell at him. You want to cry.

Instead, you just whisper, “Then why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I don’t always know how to do this right,” he says, voice rough. “I’m not good with words. I don’t know how to show things in a way that makes sense to people. But I know what I feel.”

You look at him — really look at him. The way his shoulders slope slightly toward you. The nervous twitch in his thumb. The overnight bag still zipped like he didn’t expect to stay if this went badly.

You think of every time he’s flown out on a red-eye to make a dinner. Every text where he noticed something small you said days before. Every time he held you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

“You’ve always been hard to read,” you whisper.

“I know.”

“Sometimes I don’t know if you love me, or if I’m just… convenient.”

He crouches down in front of you.

“You are everything to me,” he says. “Even when I don’t know how to say it.”

You believe him.

Not because it’s pretty.

But because it’s real.

Later, after you’ve both showered and eaten and laid in bed quietly for a while, you turn to him.

“You’re still taking me on that vacation, right?”

He smiles. “Already packed snacks.”

“And you’re not secretly planning to dump me by the lake?”

He laughs, pulling you closer. “Not unless you keep wearing that hoodie.”

You smack his chest and he catches your wrist, pressing a kiss to your knuckles like he doesn’t want to let go.

“You know I love you, right?” he says.

You nod. “Yeah. I do.”

You always have.

Even in the silence.

[luvhughes43]

BABY LOVES | BLAKE HUGHES AU

[blake hughes au]

summary: blake and nico find out they're expecting their first baby + the announcement.

word count: 1.2k

the bitter wind nips at blakes neck and hands as she trudges back home from the corner store a few blocks away. walking it seems - is the only she was going to be getting her workouts in as she was too tired to do anything after work. she could feel that familiar fatigue now, the droop of her eyes as strangers whip past her in their cars. she had thought that she was just bored and the business of her schedule had been exhausting her, but naps became more frequent and the excuses less plausible. 

when she opens the door to hers and nico’s new place her animals quickly find her - another recent development. charlie, her doberman dog of the past 6 years, was anxious when it came to leaving blake unattended. goldie, the black cat, seemed to pick up on charlies traits and also loved to follow blake around the house. 

blakes phone rings and she answers easily, “yes i’m home now. completely safe,” 

“you shouldn't be out walking so late... it makes me nervous,” her husband replied in a thick swiss accident. she texted him where she was going out of habit, loving to narrate her day to him through brief texts. it made her feel like she was less alone when he was gone. 

“i’ll take the car next time. i was just hungry,” she supplies, setting her two heavy grocery bags onto the counter. “how was the game? i meant to watch but i fell asleep,” 

nico sighs, “you didn’t miss much” 

blake pauses from unloading her food, “i’m sorry. you guys will find your groove soon,” 

there was a brief silence on nico’s end and she could imagine the hurt and upset etched across his face from the teams losing streak. 

“yeah… uh, …” nico stumbles on his words. 

“i love you” blake speaks softly. 

nico sighs, “i love you. I’m sorry for being quiet tonight. i’m just tired of this…” the this in question being losing. 

before blake could manage a reply, the phone was snatched from nico’s hand and a surprisingly energetic jack spoke loudly into the speaker. 

“hey blakey, nico said you weren’t feeling well this week?”

“i’ve just been tired. nothing serious,” blake remarks, continuing her effort in putting her groceries away. she went a little too crazy in the small store and now she had three different salsas and a variety of chips all calling her name… 

“tired… i’m kind of tired too,” jack announces before entering his own conversation with his seatmate. 

the line went quiet again and for a second blake thought jack had hung up on her before nico’s voice sounded through her speaker. “alright well, i’ll let you eat. we’re just driving back to the hotel now so i’ll call before bed,” 

blake hums as she cracks open a jar of salsa labelled scorching, “alright love you, bye”. nico echoes her sentiments before hanging up the call. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

three boxes of pregnancy tests sit stacked under the cabinet in the master bedroom. since the teams baby shower last week, blake has had this overwhelming feeling that she was pregnant. it would explain the fatigue, the sickness, all the food, and the animals being so protective over her… she just had to wait for nico to come back home from a roadie so that she could test. 

she was anxiously sitting on the couch with charlie resting across her lap when the front door opens loudly. “blake?” nico calls out, setting his suitcase in the entryway before walking into the living room. 

“hi,” blake breathes out nervously as she wrings her hands in her lap. 

“whats going on? are you okay?” nico’s eyes melt as he tries to study blakes face. 

“i think i’m pregnant,” blake gets off the couch slowly, and nicos eyes follow her every movement. “i just have this feeling and i-”

“have you taken a test?” he asks and the corners of his mouth twitch as his excitement grows. they had been talking about starting to try for a baby a lot recently and nico couldn't wait for them to have a family of their own.

“no but i have some upstairs,” blake explains as nico grabs a hold of her hand. “i wanted to wait for you before taking any” 

five minutes later, nico and blake sit on the edge of their tub as the timer on nico’s phone counted down from 3 minutes. the newlyweds hold onto each other tightly as they eagerly await their results.

soon enough nico’s timer echoes throughout the bathroom and the two are enveloped in nervous tension as they each grab hold of two tests. with shaky hands they flip over all of the tests. 

pregnant

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pregnant 3+

“oh my gosh,” blake gasps as she turns to face nico with tears in her eyes. “we’re having a baby!”

nico’s slow to look away from all the positive tests but when he finally catches blake’s eye he starts softly crying. “we’re having a baby,” he echoes, pulling blake into a comforting hug. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

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blake.hischier late summer post🫂

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nicohischier Love you❤️

trevorzegras i miss the cat

user08 anyone notice how she hasn’t posted any full body / ootd pics recently? i miss them so much ive got no style inso now

user12 there’s a thread going around on twitter right now speculating that she’s pregnant and tbh i think she is!

user57 pretty girl!!💘

user94 baby hischier soon?👀

user36 i’m missing the podcast but i’m so happy that you’re moving onto new things! love you so much <3

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a few months later...

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blake.hischier surprise !! rudi hischier was born in november 🧸🤍

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nicohischier Our boy🧸❤️

blake.hischier im crying again 🥹🤍

jackhughes 😭😭😭😭😭

jackhughes Now tell everyone that im his fav uncle

blake.hischier well….

trevorzegras middle name: trevor ✅

blake.hischier ?

_quinnhughes You guys are already the best parents. Rudi is so lucky that you’re his mom, i’m so proud of you blakey!

blake.hischier thank you so much quinny😭

lhughes_06 whens he getting in skates ?

user01 OH MY GOD?????

user24 i remember becoming a fan of yours when u were skating and now youre a mom… im crying

user16 they had a baby😭😭🫶

user87 your “N” necklace🫠 congrats u guys!!

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nicohischier Rudi Hischier ❤️

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blake.hischier my boys🥹🤍

tmeier96 congratulations to you two!

holtz_10 baby hisch in the house⚡️

lhughes_06 Cutest kid

dawson1417 Congrats guys!❤️

trevorzegras about the kids middle name .. 

_quinnhughes Love you guys, congrats!❤️

jackhughes nephew looking fresh💯

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Hii could you write a Lottie x fem reader where they’re on the team and the reader opens up to them about they’re boyfriend being maybe abusive or manipulative to them and Lottie helps them platonically but maybe turns romantic tysm !

Safety

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Wow first request..uhh I hope this is okay!!

Pairing: Lottie Matthews x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Emotional manipulation and implied abuse (non-graphic), angst, emotional comfort, soft<3

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It started with a bruise. A small one on your wrist, nothing anyone else would notice. But Lottie did.

She always noticed things she wasn’t supposed to.

You were in the locker room, trying to change quickly after practice, keeping your sleeves tugged down a little too long, too deliberately. The bruise had been from last night, he’d grabbed you a little too hard when you said you didn’t want to go out. He said he was sorry. He always said he was sorry.

"Hey," Lottie’s voice cut gently through your thoughts. "You okay?"

Your eyes flicked to her. She was sitting across from you, tying her cleats slowly like she wasn’t really paying attention. But her eyes told a different story.

"Yeah," you said, too quickly. Too fake.

Lottie didn’t push. Not right away. She just nodded, went back to her laces, and said, “You played great today. Got past Tai twice.”

You smiled, grateful for the change of subject. But it didn’t last.

Later that week, when practice ran late and you were one of the last ones in the locker room, she waited for you outside.

“Want a ride home?”

You hesitated. Your boyfriend was supposed to pick you up, but he was late, again. You checked your phone. No text. No missed call.

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “Thanks.”

The car ride was quiet at first, but comfortable. Lottie didn’t fill the silence with forced chatter. She just drove, windows cracked, soft music playing low.

But then she asked, “Is he good to you?”

Your stomach dropped. “What?”

“Your boyfriend,” she said. “You don’t have to answer. Just… I’ve seen the way you shrink around him sometimes. Like you’re scared to say the wrong thing.”

You didn’t answer. The silence felt like a confession.

Lottie glanced at you briefly, then back at the road. “You don’t deserve that. You know that, right?”

Tears pricked at your eyes. You looked out the window, swallowing hard. “He wasn’t always like this.”

“I believe you.”

You looked over at her. She wasn’t judging you. There was no pity in her eyes, just understanding. Warmth. A steady sort of calm.

“I don’t even know if it’s… like, abusive,” you whispered. “Maybe I’m just dramatic. Maybe I just make him angry, and that’s-”

“It’s not your fault,” she cut in, firmly but gently. “Even if it’s not bruises. If he makes you feel small, scared, like you can’t breathe? That’s not love.”

Your voice cracked. “I feel crazy all the time.”

“You’re not crazy,” she said. “He just wants you to think you are.”

That night, you cried in her car. She didn’t try to fix it. She just stayed with you. Hand on your back. Warm and quiet and steady.

It became a habit, riding home with Lottie. Some days you didn’t talk about him at all. Other days, you told her more. How he isolated you from your friends. How he guilted you for being busy with the team. How he made you feel like you owed him everything.

Every time, she listened.

“I think about breaking up with him,” you admitted once. “But I’m scared.”

“That’s okay,” Lottie said. “You don’t have to be ready right now. I’ll be here, either way.”

Something in your chest cracked open. You didn’t realize how much you needed someone to say that. No pressure. No judgment. Just… someone staying.

The shift was slow. Barely noticeable. The way she started brushing your shoulder with hers when you sat on the bleachers together. The way she always made sure you had a ride before you even asked.

The way your heart jumped a little when she smiled.

One night, after a long, cold practice, she handed you her hoodie without a word. You pulled it on. It smelled like her, lavender and something softer, something you couldn’t name.

She glanced at you. “You look good in it.”

You laughed softly, surprised. “Are you flirting with me?”

She shrugged, a hint of a smile playing at her lips. “Would it be okay if I was?”

Your breath caught. The idea felt dangerous. Not because of her, but because of how safe it felt.

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. “I’m still figuring things out.”

“I get it,” she said. “I’m not asking for anything. Just… don’t think you have to be alone while you do.”

You reached for her hand without thinking. She laced her fingers with yours.

It felt like the first true thing in a long time.

You left him a week later. It was messy and scary and awful, but you did it. And when it was over, the first place you went was Lottie’s.

She didn’t say “I told you so.” She didn’t try to fix you. She just opened the door, pulled you into a hug, and whispered, “You’re safe now.”

And somehow, you believed her.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Falling in Love is like Falling Asleep (Slowly, Then All at Once)

liam dunbar x theo raeken

summary: liam knows things theo doesn’t know he knows. A harmless movie night is the easiest trap to set.

tags: movie night, sleepovers, texting, mutual pining, feels, trust, homeless theo

word count: 1.5k

a/n: i haven't posted in a hot minute, and i'm so sorry for that, and i'm also sorry that this is for tw, but the gays are stuck in my mind! i acknowledge my tvd requests and promise i'll get to them when i have the inspo, but for now here's this lil piece

12:48 pm

Liam: hey

12:54 pm

Theo: Do you need a ride?

12:55 pm

Liam: no

Liam: mason and corey are coming over to watch a movie tonight and i don’t want to be a third wheel

Liam: can u come

12:57 pm

Theo: No.

12:58 pm

Liam: wait why not

Liam: are u busy?

12:59 pm

Theo: No.

1:00 pm

Liam: okay then come over

Liam: my mom’s really chill and she’s baking brownies rn

Liam: my dad gets off work at 7 but then they’re gonna go out on a date or sum

Liam: they won’t be back till late and then they’ll just go to bed

Liam: please

1:04 pm

Theo: No offense, but I have no interest in watching a movie with you three chatterboxes.

1:05 pm

Liam: yes you do, you just don’t want to admit it

Liam: you secretly love us

1:06 pm

Theo: I tolerate you.

1:07 pm

Liam: you love us

Liam: 😘

Liam: theo i’m serious i really don’t want to third wheel

1:10 pm

Theo: And you think I do?

1:11 pm

Liam: no but at least we can third / fourth wheel together

Liam: hey 111, i wish you’re gonna come over tonight

1:12 pm

Theo: If you say your wish, it doesn’t come true. 

1:13 pm

Liam: that’s not true

Liam: c’mon theo please

Liam: it’s not just that i don’t want to third wheel, i want your company

Liam: and you should relax and watch a movie, you’re too tense all the time

Liam: no offense

1:15 pm

Liam: please

1:16 pm

Liam: please

1:17 pm

Liam: please

1:18 pm

Liam: theo, please?!?!?!?!?

Liam: theooo i stg answer your phone

Liam: come overrrr

Liam: i’m gonna be bored without you

Liam: my mom’s brownies are really good, she bakes

Liam: please

Liam: theo

Liam: i’m summoning you

1:19 pm

Theo: Oh my god! Shut up!

1:20 pm

Liam: oh good you’re back

Liam: pleeeeaasseeeeeee come over

1:21 pm

Theo: If I come, will you stop blowing up my phone?

1:22 pm

Liam: YES

1:23 pm

Theo: Okay, fine. ONCE.

1:24 pm

Liam: 😘😘 i’ll see you at sevennnnn

Despite getting a ‘yes’ on attendance, Liam’s still slightly surprised when he hears the familiar truck engine pull up to its usual spot by the mailbox. He opens the door when Theo’s footsteps reach the top step, and pops out from behind the dark green entrance with a smile. 

“Hi.”

“You’re a menace.”

“I’ve been told.”

Theo follows the little beta deeper into his house. He meets his mom, who ends up being as sweet as Liam describes, and greets Mason and Corey, who are bickering about what to watch. Up until the movie is decided, he opts to talk to Jenna in the kitchen rather than the pack of misfits across the room. Fifteen minutes later, though, her husband comes home and he knows he’ll have to succumb to the crazy soon. 

Sooner rather than later - Theo was hoping he’d have at least a little more time - Liam jumps up to hug his dad, then pulls Theo by the arm all the way to the living room. He plops down on a blanket on the floor and practically tugs him down with him, offering a half-assed sorry afterwards. Theo huffs, but settles beside him. He takes note of Mason and Corey sitting rather close to their right, and copies Liam as he leans his back against the couch. Jenna and David leave ten minutes later, leaving twenty dollars on the counter top, and about thirty warnings to not burn down the house. The DVD finishes its previews right as the door locks. Theo realizes he’s trapped now. 

It’s not that Theo doesn’t want to be around Liam, that’s not the case at all. The problem is the setting, where it’s late at night and a movie’s playing. It’ll be hard to control his heart rate and even worse to prevent his nightmares if he falls asleep. If he were a normal boy, without supernatural DNA, and if Liam were the same, he would kill for an opportunity like this. He’d agree immediately and sit beside him without hesitation. As the night went on, he’d inch closer and closer until practically cuddling the other boy, if he let him. 

But Theo can’t, and he won’t, and he stays still, and controls his heart. A few times, Liam’s shoulder brushes up against his and his focus dwindles. At one point, Liam moves his head close enough that his lips brush Theo’s cheek. It was an accident, by the way he moves away quickly, but he’s not too embarrassed, because he goes right back to his ear, this time with a better understanding of where Theo is. 

“You can relax, y’know? This isn’t a pack meeting or anything, this is just us hanging out. You don’t need to pretend around me, or any of us.”

Theo struggles with that. One, that Liam can sense he’s holding back, and two, that he’s putting so much strength into his mask, he’s missing the movie entirely. 

“What are we even watching?”

“Ant-Man, because there’s one scene at the end that Corey finds really funny, and he’ll happily sit through the whole movie just for those three seconds,” he explains. “But Paul Rudd is hot, so Mase and I don’t mind. Plus the movie is pretty good, I have to admit.” 

Theo doesn’t respond. His mind sits on the idea of Liam finding the man on the screen hot. It’s not that he doesn’t agree, it’s the fact that Liam finds him hot. 

Liam. 

Who dated Hayden. 

Who begged Theo to come tonight, because he “wanted his company,” and sent about a hundred kissing emojis to beckon him over. 

Liam, who just grazed his lips against Theo’s cheek and didn’t even flinch. 

Theo’s mind is suddenly really busy. And between the dark room, and the peaceful atmosphere, and the fact that he’s not in his truck, staring up at the fabric headliner, but leaning against Liam’s shoulder - how did that happen? - he starts to feel tired. He hasn’t slept well in days. Weeks, really. Maybe even months. 

Scratch that, Theo’s not sure he’s ever slept well. The last day in his mother’s womb was probably the last good sleep he’s ever had. 

But right now, next to Liam, inhaling his scent, close to Corey and Mason, - two people he used to doubt but now trusts - Theo feels himself nodding off. 

Liam thinks the man on the screen is hot. 

Liam’s beside him, touching him, almost kissing him. 

His head is spinning. 

Tara’s not in eyesight or earshot of him. The movie tunes her out. Liam grounds him. 

His head slumps from Liam’s shoulder to his lap, but he barely notices. 

Liam does. 

“Mase, give me that blanket.”

“This one?” He holds up a suede blue one.

“No, the weighted one.”

“Oh. Here.”

“Thanks.”

“Is he sleeping?” Corey asks in a whisper.

“Not yet, almost.” Liam drapes the blanket over him, from his shoulders to toes. Theo shifts slightly to welcome its warmth and the comfort it brings. 

Something heavy caresses his body, but it’s nice. He nestles his head deeper into his pillow - Liam’s lap, unbeknownst to him. A gentleness massages his head - Liam’s fingers playing with his hair - but he’s too relaxed to find out the source. In record time, Theo dozes off. His heart rises and falls steadily through the night. He doesn’t wake, nor cry, nor sweat. He sleeps peacefully, indulging in the comfort of the new environment. 

Liam falls asleep with a hand still in his hair, backed up against the couch. He’d watch him sleep if he could, make sure he doesn’t wake from a nightmare, but the gentle lull of his anchor’s heartbeat puts him to sleep quickly. 

Corey laughs silently at his favorite part - Thomas the Tank Engine  suddenly becomes so massive, he breaks through the house’s roof. He throws his hands in the air in a quiet cheer. 

When the movie’s over, Mason collects him into an embrace to sleep. 

The sun rises early in the morning, but Theo doesn’t. Everyone wakes up one-by-one and takes extra precaution to be quiet. Liam knows things Theo doesn’t know he knows. He wanted his company tonight, but he also wanted him to sleep. He hadn’t expected his crash to be in his lap, but Liam is certainly not complaining about it. 

Corey’s the last to wake. It’s nearly nine. Theo fell asleep at ten. Liam wants at least one more hour, a full twelve hours of undisturbed sleep. It’s likely he’ll be too embarrassed to come back to another movie night. Liam’s prepared for that. But he desperately hopes that this rest instead convinces him to stay more often, even if it means sneaking carefully through his window. His mom’s already approved that, if it gets him off the streets. 

“Is he still asleep?”

Corey receives three sets of fingers to lips. He apologizes silently with wide eyes and wild gestures. Mason corrals him out of the living room and into the kitchen. 

Theo’s still sleeping at ten. His heart’s still steady. He looks beautiful, painted in sunlight.

One more hour, Liam decides. At least one more. 

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hey ml, how are you? 🫶🏻 thought i’d request something if that’s okay?

(i’ve been listening to this song and it gave me a wicked idea)

OT8 skz x 9th Fem!member reader where she argues with the boys and they all ignore her for a while which causes her to get into her head and she starts going a bit crazy? She is filming her solo MV as apart of SKZ-REPLAY and lets all of her crazy/psychotic thoughts out. The boys are told to come into jyp to talk about readers MV (which the boys hadn’t seen yet) and they all sit in shock whilst watching you go on a psychotic breakdown with the most sinister grin on your face?

Hello love ❤️ I really, really like the idea and I will definitely write it. Also I love the song! But please be patience because I have my finals so I’ll probably start writing again after I pass everything.

I’ll tag you anyway.

Kisses 😘

Hello love, As promised I wrote this idea and I hope that you would enjoy reading it. I'm so sorry that you had to wait for such a long time :C but the last week of January when I had my finals was so hard and exhausting that actually I needed to rest from everything. But thankfully I passed everything and now, being on my winter break, I can write more :D.

Anyway, here's the story I really hope you'll like it. Please enjoy and have fun reading it. ❤️

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Title: Happy Face

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2061

Warnings: swearing, mention of mental breakdown, Lee Know is kinda harsh on Y/N

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“...And I guess, they’ll never listen, ya know? Because I’m a girl.” Was the last thing you said before smiling creepily into the camera and tilting your head to the side. “But let me tell y'all a secret…” You said whispering. “I don’t need them anymore. Not at all.” You started laughing hysterically. There was something in your voice that made everyone, who was watching your live, shiver. Something’s changed. The switch had been switched and there was no way back. 

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“Ya! Y/N! Stop acting like a fucking child!” Changbin screamed as you ran before him, trampling over his music sheets. “I’m working, don’t you see?!” 

“I’m sorry Binnie! I’m just late and…” You started to explain yourself. 

“I don’t fucking care!” He scoffed. He didn’t like being interrupted in his work and you knew that. Everybody knew. You sighed heavily. 

“I said I’m sorry…” You said with a pout on your face and just left the room. Living with eight men in a dorm as a ninth member was sometimes hard. Especially before the upcoming comeback, when everyone was busy and stressed out. The season was just hectic. 

You arrived at the practice a little bit late. You entered the practice room, being welcomed by a disappointed view of coldfaced Lee Minho. “You are late.” He said harshly. “Why are you always late?!” His voice raised a little, which made you squirm.

“I’m sorry… I got stuck in traffic and…” You started but he didn’t want to listen. 

“I don’t care, Y/N. You should have left earlier then. We were waiting for you for almost 20 minutes! We don’t have this room reserved for long!” Minho was angry. 

“I’m so…” You started but again was interrupted by someone. 

“Okay, no need to actually fight… let’s start the practice again, all right?” Felix said softly and looked at you with a slight smile. “You remember the routine?” 

“Y-yes, I remember.” You answered. 

“Good.” Said Hyunin and turned on the music. “Let’s begin then.” 

The practice was good, but the tension between you and Lee Know was strong. You couldn’t understand what got into him. You did your best and gave more than 100%. You were a perfectionist so you always tried to be better and better.

Dancing with the danceracha was most of the time fun. But this time you couldn’t enjoy it as much as you would like to. Minho was harsh and pointed out each mistake that you made or at least the mistake that he thought you made. 

You were tired. You didn’t know what actually was happening with your body. You couldn’t stay straight most of the time. Your muscles ached and you felt a little dizzy. Your body didn’t want to cooperate with you at all. 

“Minho, I need a break.” You stopped the routine in the middle, panting heavily. “I really have no strength and my body is…” 

“I don’t care Y/N, you said that you remember everything. Just focus and dance again.” He said, rolling his eyes, creally annoyed. “You need to master these movements.”

“No.” You said looking at him. “I will not dance again now, I need a break. I’m tired.” 

“Let me repeat it, Y/N. No one cares that you are tired. We all are! You are messing up the whole choreography. I’m not going to change the routine again, just because you can't focus.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry that I am tired and my body can’t dance properly.” You rolled your eyes, snapping at him. “Maybe if you weren’t a douchebag you are right now and let me take a break just for ten minutes as you did with Hyunjin and Felix I’ll be in better condition to dance once again. I told you, my body…” 

“Maybe if you practised more you wouldn’t be as tired as you are right now?” He raised an eyebrow. “Instead of spending time gossiping around you should come here and practise often!” 

“First of all I don’t gossip! And second of all it’s none of your business what I do in my fr…” You couldn’t finish the sentence since Hyunjin interrupted you. 

“Y/N, just listen to the hyung. He’s right. You are messing up the choreography. And we are as tired as you are of repeating it all over again . You need to focus.” 

“I am focused! And stop interrupting me!” You raised your voice annoyed that Hyunjin is taking Minho’s side. “You both think that I don’t do anything?! I am trying to be as good as you guys are!” 

“Then try harder!” Minho shouted. “It’s not the first time you are messing something up! You are always messing things up! You think being an idol is supposed to be a light job? It’s not a playground Y/N! We are all tired of you and your constant excuses and being fucking tired. If it’s too much then… ”

“I don’t have any excuses! What the fuck you are talking about Minho?!” You were pissed. “I get that everyone is stressed out because of the comeback but don’t yell at me just because you are ruthless fucking douchebag, who thinks that by being mean…” 

“Call me a douchebag once again and I swear I’ll…” He started but you interrupted him. 

“You’ll do what, hm? Hit me?” You looked at him provocatively and Minho clenched his fits. 

“Okay, Allright.” Someone entered the danceroom. “Calm down everybody. Calm down. What’s all this fuss about?” It was Chan, who looked at you and Minho, seeking the explanation. Behind him the rest of the Stray Kids entered the room and looked at the two of you. “Why are you fighting? Everyone in the building can hear you.” 

“Apparently Y/N is once again tired of actually doing nothing.” Minho said venomously. “She doesn’t want to focus and I had to change the choreography too many times and…”

“Apparently Minho is treating me worse than he treats others.” You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes. “He doesn’t let me take a break while Hyunjin and Felix rested all the time!” 

“Hey! That’s not true!” Felix and Hyunjin said at the same time. 

“Y/N I told you that you are messing the choreography up and…” Minho started once again.

“And I fucking told you that I’m tired, okay?! Why is no one listening? I have no strength recently and…” You interrupted him. You could feel the tears that formed in your eyes, both because you were pissed and just sad. 

“And that’s enough, watch your tongue Y/N.” Chan said firmly, sighing heavily. He didn’t let you finish your sentence. “Y/N, I heard from the boys that the only thing you've been doing recently is complaining. And I actually observed it by myself. If you need a longer break, we can talk with the managers about the hiatus and…” he looked straight into your eyes. 

“But I don’t want to go on a hiatus! What are you even talking about right now? Why is no one listening? You know what? I’m done for today.” You said, feeling like you were going to cry. You literally felt betrayed but all of the boys. “I need some time alone, ya know? I am done with all of you.” You grabbed your belongings and left the practice room, leaving all the eight men behind you. Nobody even tried to stop you. 

……………………..

A few hours have passed. You took a break and spent some alone time outside the building. You had time to rethink and calm yourself down. Maybe they were right at some point, but at the same time they didn’t listen to what you were going to say. It felt like you were just some kind of burden for them or they were annoyed with you with no further reason. 

After a long while you decided to come back to the JYPE building once again. It was really late and you were sure that no one was even there. You went straight into the danceroom, where you were going to practise. In the upcoming comeback, you not only had the performance with the danceracha but also had your solo song and MV as a part of SKZ-REPLAY. And at this point Minho was right. You had to master everything. 

You took off the hoodie you were wearing and put on the music. The routines weren’t that hard as you thought before. After some time of practising you, being content with the results of your hard work, decided to talk to somebody and share your thoughts. You were still upset with the boys so instead of calling them or your manager, you decided to make an Instagram live. The only people that you could rely on right now were your fans. 

“Hello guys, this is Y/N from Stray Kids.” You greeted your fans with a bright smile on your face. “How are ya?” You asked them and started reading some comments. “Am I in the practice room? Yeah, I’ve been mastering the movements for the new comeback… Uhm.. No, no I’m here by myself.” 

The fans started asking you questions about the comeback, the track and the boys and you tried to answer most of them with a big smile on your face. But it didn’t feel real. After a few more questions your smile started to drop. You didn’t want to show your fans emotions you were actually hiding all day, but eventually the bubble just burst. 

“Y/N is everything all right?” You’ve read out loud as the fans started asking you more serious questions. “Actually… no. Nothing is okay, ya know? I’m tired of being in this band. No, I am fucking exhausted! Don’t get me wrong, the guys…” You started and suddenly smirked looking straight into the camera. “Or you know what? Fuck it. Get me all wrong!” You laughed a little. “Maybe if I say what I’ve been trying to say recently, you’ll actually listen. Because believe it or not, there are people who don’t listen.” You let out the little giggle. But it wasn’t a happy giggle. You were trying so hard not to show the emotions that culminated in your body, that now you couldn't even pretend. 

Your fans started to be more concerned about your mental state. The people who were watching you at that moment were just scared. You didn’t act normal. You smiled at the camera, but there was something in your smile that no one could even name. 

“I’m happy! I’m happy! I’m happy today!... Hey! Put on a happy face!” You sang and started laughing. And your laugh was echoing in the empty room. Everyone who was watching your live was scared. But you didn’t care. The comments have stopped. No one dared to say anything. People were just looking at you but they didn’t know what to do.  

……………………..

At the same time that you were having a mental breakdown in front of thousands of people on the Internet, eight men sat in your dormitory, accompanied by managers, and watched you silently. They were either horrified or concerned, or both at the same time. Mixed emotions consumed them.

They were sure that they were the cause of your breakdown. Recently, they haven’t been very understanding. They didn’t want to listen to your silent cry for help. They were too focused on themselves that they didn’t see that you also had been experiencing a hard time. The instant remorse immediately seized them. 

“...And I guess, they’ll never listen, ya know? Because I’m a girl.” Was the last thing you said before smiling creepily into the camera and tilting your head to the side. “But let me tell y'all a secret…” You said whispering. “I don’t need them anymore. Not at all.” You started laughing again, but this time you laughed hysterically. There was something in your voice that made everyone, who was watching your live, shiver. Something’s changed. The switch had been switched and there was no way back. 

It was the only thing you added before you truly switched. They looked at your live with horror in their eyes. 

“Hyung… We have fucked things up. We all did.” It was I.N. who dared to speak, breaking the heavy silence. And those words will stay with them for a really long time. 

@ihrtlix

[bigtreefest]

Hi, Essie! How are you doing today? :)

Hi, Stephanie. Um…..not well. These are me rn^

I could not physically get out of bed this morning, but managed to get ready for the time I needed to leave. Except that got postponed about half an hour because my dogs were hiding under the bed and my mom and I couldn’t get them out. And then, after dropping my mom off at work, all the exit gates from her site were closed bc it was so early in the morning. So then I had to leave out the entrance and hope no one else came in as I did so. I was late for the start of my synthesis and can’t do much right, just in general. I flung the quinoa from my lunch to the side, but at least I had lunch today, unlike my moldy salad yesterday or the tomato incident last week. So, um….thank you for asking? I’m sorry it’s not a great answer but I will deck a man today if he crosses me, I swear. Maybe I should take up boxing….in like 3 months when I’m not dying and actually have the time. Oh! And I almost forgot, my phone is on 20% rn bc I didn’t get to charge it last night and my bed still has no sheets bc I’ve been crazy busy or sidetracked by unrequested things. Oh wait, double bonus, it’s pouring outside with a side of thunder, lightning, and a flash flood warning. And I live in a flood basin, so I can’t wait to see how many accidents/flooded roads there are on my way home… no one knows how to drive and my patience is -6 currently.

Yeah…so, uh…how’s everyone else out there doing? Better than me I hope. I love you for being so kind. Again, sorry if this is a 🫠 answer

[dollyrps]

📞 ❛ … 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥incoming! 🍒®

it had been over a month since cherry last worked a club, she’d been focused on regrouping since being indefinitely suspended from magic city back home in atlanta due to a fight that broke out between herself and two other dancers. however, in the meantime she did work an industry party or two—networking and putting her name out there for future opportunities in the hollywood space. with growing fame came the likeliness of going viral, but the internet was the least of her worries. her main focus was finding a consistent income of money to take her to the level of luxury she’d only dream.

seven lounged in her robe around an empty hotel room she’d been staying at while out in california, a towel wrapped around jet black bundles until her iphone rang. it was her dad, but she ignored the call with a roll of the eye—the same way she’d been avoiding communication with both parents ever since they messaged her about stripping at key glock’s album release party the month prior. apparently, someone uploaded a video of her stripping herself topless at the industry event and the evidence landed right in their lap. to her parents’ knowledge, she moved to georgia to pursue modeling—so imagine their surprise seeing their baby girl in such light. after she ignored all 50+ text messages within the past month and a half, you’d think they would’ve given up by now, but no—he called again, this time she answered at the very last ring.

“hello?” “sev, where the hell have you been? your mother and i have been blowing your phone up for a month straight! i know you’ve seen our texts.” silent sigh escaped lush lips while holding the device up to an ear, leaning back into the patio chair with her opposing hand palming a wine glass. “i’ve been.. busy? i’m sorry, daddy. what’s wrong?” she attempted her usual ‘daddy’s little girl’ way out, but it fell flat for the first time ever. “too busy to let your family know you’re alive? too busy stripping and showing your body at some rapper’s party?! what’s wrong is not knowing where your daughter is after seeing a video of her shaking her ass in a crowd of men! we raised you better than that.” silence, awkward silence. is this why she answered—to hear the same lecture she replayed in her head before picking up the call? no, but it was too late. the least she could do is face the music … and tell the truth. kinda.

“i know, i’m sorry—but it isn’t what it looks like. i promise! i met a couple girls under the same modeling agency as me and they invited me to this industry party. we went together and i just got too drunk,” sometimes a little lie is okay, right? “i never intended on getting naked, i blacked out and regretted it the next day. i didn’t know phones were recording me, but that’s why i’ve been m.i.a. i checked myself into a rehabilitation center for a month and they held our phones.” was she as crazy as her lie? yes, but she was only a girl who wasn’t ready to tell her dad about her job as a stripper yet, or ever. it wasn’t something she was proud of—just a source of income until she made it big. “but i’m back home now in atlanta and i feel so much better, daddy. they treated us so good, so don’t worry ‘bout me!” seven’s words ran a mile a minute to prevent him from cutting her off to comfort her, shifting the subject ever so smoothly. “i’m good and i can’t wait to tell you all about it. life has been so crazy since i moved, i came to pursue modeling but then i found myself in the studio rapping. i just have a lot going on. i’m sorry for scaring you and mom like that. it won’t happen again, but listen, i have to go now. i’m at the nail salon and it’s rude to ignore the manicurist. i love you, dad. bye!” she clicked on him—sigh of relief exiting full lips while downing the last corner of pinot grigio. “i mean.. fuck.”

[evanpeterswhoresblog]

Behind the Crime

Warren Lipka x f!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, oral male receiving, dominate warren, underage drinking, underage smoking, use of marijuana, rough sex, hint of choking, talk of robbery, um yeah i think that’s it

summary: from the moment you were brought into the heist, you knew working with warren was going to be hard…

word count: 3.4k

a/n: sorry for not posting guys i have not been on the grind lately. i watched this movie and omfg evan was so attractive i just needed to write. if you’re the real warren lipka just scroll this is about evan…

~~~

You sit back in your chair, the crew members adjusting your mic. You’re starting to regret doing this interview, but it’s too late to back out now. Everything’s already set up, the camera is about to be rolling. The interviewer is sitting a few feet away from you, notes in his hand. He waits for you to give him the signal that you’re ready. You nod, he begins.

“So, y/n, how did you become involved with the group?” He asks.

“I was first approached by Spencer when I was eating lunch outside one day...”

~~~

You were sitting alone, the cool fall breeze almost too cold to be comforting. You didn’t pay much mind to it though, you were more focussed on your studying. You were flipping through the pages of another history article when suddenly there was a presence beside you. Looking up at them as soon as you noticed, you recognized the boy as someone from your class.

“Can I help you?” You asked, your tone polite.

He looked nervous as if he were about to ask you out. “Hi, uh, I don’t know if you remember my name, I’m Spencer we have Art History together.”

“Oh, yeah, I’ve seen you,” you replied. “Do you need help with the homework or something?”

“No, I actually wanted to talk to you about something else, if you’re not busy or anything,” he said, his voice quiet.

You look away for a second before replying. “Sure, sit down if you want I’m not busy.”

He smiled at you before quickly sitting at the spot across from you. He put his bag on the table, you could see him take a deep breath. Was he really going to ask you out? You thought he was cute, but definitely not your type. You started to pray he wouldn’t say anything along those lines.

“I started to ask around a week or two ago about people who are good with computers and stuff, a lot of people told me you were the best person to go to,” he started. He lacked confidence in his voice, you felt bad for the poor guy but paid close attention to his words. “I need some... help with cameras.”

“What kind of cameras?” You asked, intrigued.

What he was saying was true, you were decently good with computers. You mostly would hack into places and disable things you didn’t like, like the cameras on the public library computers. It wasn’t anything illegal, at least you didn’t think it was illegal. It probably was, but you didn’t care.

“Just you know cameras in... semipublic places...”

You raised an eyebrow. “Like what kind though? Phone, laptop, desktop, security?”

“Security,” he answered quietly. “But before you say no listen, how does a couple hundred thousand dollars' worth of payment sound?

“What?”

“I won’t tell you the details till I know you’re on board but let's just say something is going down and we need help with the cameras. The pay would be huge and all you’d have to do is just mess with some cameras for like twenty minutes.”

You only stared at him; your mouth slightly hung open. Was he being serious? Was he really asking you to join him in a potential robbery that would pay hundreds of thousands of dollars? You never would’ve expected to be asked such a question on a cloudy Thursday at lunch. You shut your book completely and look around to make sure nobody is close.

“This money, it’s guaranteed?”

He nods. “As long as we get the job done, you’ll have it.”

You knew it was crazy, you knew whatever was going to happen would either result in you going to prison or having to run off into hiding. But the thought of being able to pay all your student loans off and have extra money to live off of was more appealing. Hacking into cameras wasn’t that hard, and it wasn’t going to hurt anyone. Unless it was.

“If you’re trying to get me to make sure a murder or rape isn’t on camera I’ll snitch,” you warned him.

“Oh no, nothing like that is happening at all. It’s just you know a robbery,” he replied, his expression genuine.

You nodded your head, convinced whatever he was asking couldn’t be that bad. “Okay, yeah, I’ll do it.”

~~~

“What was your first impression of the guys?

You smile. “They were really cool, funny, just overall really fun people to hang out with.”

“Do you remember the first time you met all of them?”

“Of course, like it was yesterday...”

~~~

The house you sat in front of didn’t look like a typical criminal's house. It looked like an average American’s family house actually. You were parked out on the road outside the house Spencer told you to go to, you were meeting the rest of the people involved with the robbery. It had been about ten minutes of you sitting out there debating whether or not to go in before you got a text from Spencer asking where you were. You sighed, praying to God this decision was the right one before getting out of your car.

You knocked on the front door with a shaky fist. You started to regret your decision, you thought about turning around and leaving, but the door was opened before you could act on it. An older woman stood in front of you, she looked to be in her 50s.

“Oh, you’re very pretty,” she said, making your cheeks turn red. “You’re here to see Warren, right?”

You had no idea who Warren was, but you nodded. The lady's smile grew, and she opened the door for you and ushered you inside. She directed you to the basement entrance, asking you a million questions you had no answers to. After those few but excruciating painful minutes though, you walked down the basement stairs and finally caught sight of Spencer.

There were three other guys in the room and all of their eyes were on you. Two, along with Spencer, were sitting on a couch. One of them was skinny with glasses, the other muscular with no glasses. They didn’t grasp your attention though. The last guy who was standing did. He had long dark curly hair, and eyes to match. His eyes met yours before you watched them slowly move up and down your body. You didn’t know how to react.

“Guys, this is y/n,” Spencer said, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Hello, I’m Eric,” the guy with glasses introduced himself.

“Chas,” the muscular guy spoke, not paying much attention to you. “Are you sure this was a good idea, Spence? How much do we really know about this chick? No offense.”

“Shut up, we agreed,” Spencer hissed. He waved you over and you complied, walking to the couch and sitting on the end beside him.

The standing guy took a step forward and held out his hand to you. You looked up at him before accepting his handshake. His hand was rough, you liked the feeling of it in yours. “I’m Warren and you are our cameraman or woman I guess.”

You laughed. “I guess.”

“How much has Spencer told you?” Warren asked after letting go of your hand and stepping back. It was then you noticed the maps on the wall with drawings all over them, the layout looked familiar.

“Just that I need to hack some cameras and that it’ll pay me a lot,” you answered. “I don’t even know what you guys are stealing.”

“Well y/n, I’m sure you’ve been to your own school's library right?”

You nodded.

“Have you ever taken a tour of the library’s rare book collection?”

You nodded again.

Warren smirked. “Then you know exactly what we’re stealing.”

Your face fell and you immediately looked at Spencer and the rest of the guys. “Are you serious? You guys want to steal historic books?”

“I told you this was a bad idea,” Chas mumbled from his chair.

“Shut up Chas,” Warren quickly snapped. He looked back at you, his dark eyes engulfing yours completely. “We’ve been planning this out for months, and you are the last piece to our puzzle y/n. Think about how much you’ll be earning.”

You didn’t say anything. Maybe it was a bad idea.

~~~

“Chas eventually stopped being cold to me, I actually think in the end he became my closest friend in the group,” you say, finishing your story.

The interviewer gives you a look. “Well, besides Warren right?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you reply, a confused look on your face.

“I have to ask if the stories are true, you know about you and him. The other guys say something changed between the two of you after a party you all attended. I mean, didn’t the police even question if your involvement had a deeper meaning than simply the money?”

You shake your head, giving your best performance. “Me and Warren were only ever best friends, there was never a deeper meaning behind anything.”

~~~

Music was pumping through your body, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head you could feel it. It had been a few weeks since you met the guys, and they all wanted to do something fun before the heist. So, a frat party was naturally the easiest option. That’s where you were now, already two shots and half a joint in. You didn’t know where Spencer, Nick, and Warren were, but Chas was dancing with you.

Though the two of you got off on the wrong foot, you and Chas quickly learned how well you get along. He was a good friend, all of the guys were. You liked how easily they could make you laugh and brighten your mood. They were all good people who you enjoyed being around.

Warren was the only one that you felt different for. You didn’t know why, but from the first day you met you knew your feelings for him would be different than the other three. The way he looked at you alone was completely different than the others. There was always something darker in his eyes, something you knew wasn’t supposed to be there for simply a friend. Every time the two of you looked at each other, your stomach filled with butterflies. You wanted it too. But in those first few weeks, nothing had happened. No matter how much either of you wanted it.

After some minutes of you and Chas dancing, Warren and Spencer appeared. They asked if the two of you wanted to go out and smoke, you both agreed and followed them outside the back. Not too many people were in the backyard, but there were enough for there to be a bonfire going. The four of you found an empty spot near the fire and sat down. Warren took out a joint and lit it before passing it around.

“Where’s Nick?” You asked after taking a hit.

Spencer shrugged. “Probably with the weird kids doing weird stuff.”

“He’s not that weird,” Chas replied. “He’s just awkward.”

You watched as Warren took another long hit of the joint. Because of the weed and alcohol, you found yourself even more attracted to him than when you were sober. You wanted so desperately to run your fingers through his hair, you wanted to hear his voice as you touched him. He suddenly met your gaze, his lips curled up into a mesmerizing smile. You wanted to kiss him. It was too much for you to handle.

You swallowed and stood up, brushing the dirt off your shorts. “I need to um use the bathroom.”

You didn’t wait for any of their replies. Instead, you rushed back into the house straight to the kitchen. You poured yourself a shot, downing it before giving it a second thought. You needed these feelings to go away. How were you supposed to work with Warren if you couldn’t even look at him without thinking about having sex with him? It made you feel awful. A hookup couldn’t be the reason the robbery went bad, you refused to let that happen.

After another shot, you started to forget about your feelings. In fact, you started to forget about Warren completely. All you felt was the burning sensation of the alcohol in your stomach and chest, it felt good. You stumbled out of the kitchen and into the hallway, grabbing the railings of the staircase for support. Suddenly, you felt a presence next to you, their hand on your back.

“Y/N, are you good?” It was Warren.

You turned your head and looked at him, God how could he look even better? “No- I’m not okay.”

“You’re wasted, you need some water,” he said. He moved his hand around your waist and pulled you up straight. You felt like you were on fire. “Come on, back to the kitchen.”

“Why are you here? I just- I just wanna forget about you,” you mumbled.

He started helping you walk back to the kitchen. “What? Why would you want to forget about me?”

“Because... I want you but I can’t have you. I thought you- felt the same that’s why it’s been so hard to resist,” you spoke, stumbling over your words. “I can’t look at you without thinking about you fucking me.”

Even in your drunken state, you could still see the cockiness on Warren’s face. He lifted you up onto the kitchen counter effortlessly before turning and getting you a cup of water. You leaned your head back against one of the cabinets, your head was spinning. You couldn’t think straight.

“Drink,” Warren’s voice filled your ears.

You lifted your head and grabbed the solo cup from his hand, downing the water faster than ever. When you finished, you threw the cup to the floor, your eyes meeting Warren’s once again. He was standing close enough that if you reached, you could touch him.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, or perhaps it was because of how long you’d felt the tension between you two, that gave you the courage to gently place your hand on the top of his head. His hair was soft, just like you’d expected it to be. You smiled and played with his curls. He didn’t object, you were glad. You needed this.

“Do you want me?” You asked, your voice barely audible against the loud music.

“What do you think?”

You shrugged. “I thought so, but I could always be wrong.”

“Maybe I should make it clearer,” he said. He grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand off his head before stepping closer to you. “If this house wasn’t crowded, I’d fuck you right here, right now.”

Your heart was racing, your cheeks bright red. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Warren was still holding your wrist, it sent electric shocks throughout your body. His eyes began to shift from your eyes to your lips and so on. You swallowed; a lump had formed in your throat.

“There’s probably an empty room somewhere,” you mentioned. “You could take me to one of them and show me you mean what you say.”

Warren raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know, you’re pretty drunk.”

“I’m not- I swear. I consent, I’ll remember all of this in the morning,” you replied quickly.

“All right.”

Before you could say anything else, Warren scooped you into his arms and began to carry you through the house. You didn’t know whether to pretend you were drunk so it wouldn’t look suspicious or stay awake to also not make it look suspicious. You chose to stay awake and within minutes you and Warren were alone in a bedroom, your lips connected.

The kiss was fast and rough, everything you expected from him. His arms were wrapped around your waist, he towered over you. You wasted no time, immediately kicking off your shoes and pushing Warren back until he fell onto the bed. He pulled you on top of him, guiding your hips in slow motions over his clothed erection. You felt like you were on fire, you needed more.

You broke this kiss and leaned back so you were straddling him. You pulled off your shirt and bra, Warren followed your actions. Once your eyes fell upon his toned abdomen, you audibly moaned. You quickly leaned down again and kissed his chest, beginning a trail down his body. Each breath that left his mouth made your pussy drip even more. And when you reached his navel, his breaths turned into soft whispers.

“Keep going.”

“Please.”

“I’ll do anything.”

When you no longer had any skin left to kiss you looked back up at him, his eyes were already on you. He got your signal and instantly pulled his shorts and boxers off, leaving him completely naked. You weren’t surprised at his size; you had a feeling he’d be big. You started off by slowly stroking him with your hand, the expressions on his face already enough to make you cum.

After a minute or so of that, you bent down and pressed a small kiss to his tip. You loved the way his leg twitched. It made you proud. So, you took him into your mouth. He gasped, one of his hands finding its way to the back of your head. He didn’t push you; he only twirled your hair back into a ponytail-like style and gripped it tight. You moved your head up and down, taking as much of him in your mouth as you could. You were never a fan of giving head to guys, but with Warren, it was a different story.

Not much time passed before Warren pushed you gently, telling you he wasn’t going to last much longer. You didn’t care, you wanted him to finish in your mouth. But he told you he wanted to have sex, so you stopped. You peeled off your shorts and underwear before you climbed back onto him. His naked body against yours felt unreal, you were almost convinced this was all part of your drunken imagination.

However, when Warren pulled your head down and began to kiss your lips again, you knew it had to be real. His hands gripped your ass, kneading and playing with your skin. You positioned his tip at your entrance, you were so wet you didn’t need any lube. You broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, you wanted to know it was okay. He gave you a nod and so you began to push yourself down on him.

He filled you well, just the perfect amount. You had thrown your head back, a moan escaping your lips. You hadn’t had sex in months, and this was the perfect way to break that streak. You started to move your body forward and backward while simultaneously going up and down. Warren’s grip on your ass tightened with each movement you made.

“Fuck baby,” he moaned. “You do it so well.”

Your confidence was boosted; you began to move faster. This only lasted a few minutes though, much to your dismay. You weren’t too athletic; you didn’t have good stamina. Warren noticed this, and without saying anything he flipped your bodies. Once on top of you, he began violent thrusts. You almost screamed from the pleasure; you’d never felt anything remotely close to it in your life. He hit your cervix each time, it made your back arch off the mattress and your nails dig into his back.

“Warren,” you whimpered. “Oh, fuck Warren.”

One of his hands wrapped around your neck. He didn’t squeeze, he just rested it there. You felt the knot in your stomach form at this. It felt so good to be dominated by him. It had been your dream for weeks, and it had finally come true. You closed your eyes and let the feeling of Warren fucking you fill your senses.

When you came, you practically screamed his name. You swore you could see stars. You’d never experienced an orgasm so hard in your life. Warren came a few seconds after you, you felt his dick pulsing inside you. He collapsed on you. You didn’t care about how his weight crushed you, you still held him as the two of you began to come down from your highs.

~~~

As the crew packs up, you remain in your chair, staring blankly out one of your windows. The interviewer is still across from you, but you don’t notice until he speaks.

“Just tell me one thing, off the record,” he says, grabbing your attention. “Did you love him?”

A small smile grows on your lips. “With all my heart.”

[itskindamagical]

Spencer Reid x GN!Reader Drabble

AN: so I’ve been going crazy over early seasons Spencer and I thought of this really cute idea where the reader makes Spencer promise to come back safe before he leaves for a case.

This scenario takes place after season 4 episode 3, Minimal Loss, where Reid and Prentiss go undercover at a religious commune, but before the next episode.

Ps. Formatting is shit bc I’m on my phone

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The BAU team just got back from their long flight. Reid was packing up his stuff quickly, but tried not to look too eager to leave- even though he was eager to leave. The two of you were going to have dinner together, something you both didn’t get to do often, with Reid being so busy. He missed you. Hearing your voice on the phone was fine, but didn’t do justice to seeing you in person.

“Man, I could really go for a burger right now. Anyone feel like joining me?” Morgan asked openly to the whole office.

“Can’t,” Prentiss started, “I’ve gotta do this really important thing- called sleeping.” Her comment earned a chuckle from Morgan, who then turned to Reid expectantly.

“I can’t either,” Reid avoided Morgan’s gaze, hoping he wouldn’t pry into why Spencer wasn’t able to join him. “I’m busy tonight.” Reid finished packing his bag.

“What?” Morgan smirked. “You gotta hot date?” He looked to Reid expecting an immediate no, but when Reid stayed silent, this piqued Derek’s interest. “So you do have a hot date! Damn, really- my man.”

“I-it’s not a date, I mean, you don’t have to call it a date, just.. two friends.. having dinner together. It doesn’t have to be a date.” Reid was blushing, confirming all the more to Derek that he was going on a date, or at least, Spencer was hoping it was a date.

“You really like this chick, huh,” Morgan teased, causing Spencer’s blush to deepen.

“Good for you, Spencer. I hope, whoever it is, that they are a catch,” Prentiss emphasized ‘they’ just a little. She suspected Reid of not being straight, at least not entirely, so she always used inclusive language, not so subtly hinting to the others to do so as well.

“Well, whoever it is, they are going to have to take a rain check. I’m approving a case that’s gonna have us all boarding the plane in just a few hours,” everyone turned their heads to the blonde, JJ, who shared the unhappy news. “Sorry.” She frowned and handed each of them new case files.

Reid mirrored this frown, immediately feeling a rush of disappointment, followed by a small wave of guilt. He hated having to cancel on you. You both tried your best to work around each others schedules, which would rarely work out times to be together. You both tried to make up for the lack of companionship with phone calls and texts, which only did so much. You both cherished the time you spent together, never wanting it to end, but neither of you shared those feelings. You both were too nervous. Holding back a sigh, Reid fished through his bag to find his flip phone. He’d have to call and let you know he couldn’t make it. He finally found his phone, and frustratingly selected your contact, pressing the call button a little too hard.

You were in your car, only minutes away from the restaurant, when you heard your phone ring. You thought about letting it ring and just ignoring it, but had an inkling that it could be Spencer. You furrowed your brows, suspecting that he was going to cancel on you. Sadly, you were right. You tried to shake that thought from your head, telling yourself he was just calling to let you know he was at the restaurant already, or about to be there, or maybe even just running late. You wouldn’t mind waiting a little bit. You’d do anything for Reid. You were mentally crossing your fingers with hope, grabbing your phone from the passenger seat, and flipping it open with your thumb, answering the call.

“Hey, It’s Reid.” He didn’t have to announce himself, you recognized his voice immediately- but he didn’t have to know that. “Listen..” he paused and took a breath and you frowned. His hesitance confirmed your suspicions of him cancelling your… date. “I’m sorry. I hate cancelling on you like this- I just got this new case so last minute and we’ll be half way across the country by morning. I know you drove all this way. I’ll try to make it up to you. Next time we can go wherever you want.” He paused, trying to come up with more ways to apologize. You sighed quietly, trying to not let him hear. Your disappointment would just make him feel worse. Of course you wanted to see him. You missed him every day, but you were pretty understanding when this happened. You realized when you met him that this is how things would be if you stayed close with him, which is part of the reason you never pressed the idea of being romantically involved with Spencer. It still hurt, but all honesty, you were more concerned over him and his mental state. You wanted a nice night for the both of you, but you wanted more so for Reid to be able to relax and lessen his stress. It had probably been days since he had gotten sleep.

“Reid, please,” you paused trying to find the right words. “Are you sure you should be going? You need some time away. You should take a day off. I mean, you were literally almost blown to pieces just a day ago!” You paused and huffed but quietly added, “I miss you.”

“Y/N,” Spencer frowned, “you know I can’t do that.”

“I know,” you replied. The pit in your stomach grew, you felt selfish for even asking that of him. “I just.. care about you, please try and get some rest.”

“I will.” He paused and sighed. “You know it’s not because you aren’t important, right? Because you are, important.” Hearing those words made tears well up in your eyes.

“Spencer, I know. Thank you. Please don’t get hurt.”

“I’ll try.” You could hear the smile in his voice, which made you grin a little bit.

“Call me when you can. Promise me you’ll come back safe?” It was a childish thing to ask, but it made you feel better.

“Y/N, you know I can’t-,”

“Spencer,” you interrupted him. “Spencer Reid, promise me you will come back safe. Just promise. For me.”

There was a pause, but you heard him clear.

“I promise.”

[marchtomydrums]

The Memo

Cordelia Goode x Billie Dean Howard x Wilhelmina Venable x Reader

*Sorry it's been a while I’ve been working a lot lately.*

You were enjoying your day off when you received a phone call from Billie. She and Cordelia were in New York at the moment and wouldn’t be home until tomorrow night. Billie called to say she couldn’t get hold of Mina and they were worried about her. So you being the good girlfriend that you are you went to her job to find out what was going on.

You haven’t visited Mina at work before and you hoped it wouldn’t be a problem. It’s taken the redhead a while to trust you fully and she’s been trying harder to communicate with you. It's been a long journey but Mina is really trying and that’s all that matters.

As you walked through the doors you made your way to the elevator to her floor. The doors opened on the 12th floor and you took a few deep breaths before walking out into the hallway.

Walking around the corner you’re met with a young girl at the desk just outside Mina’s office.

“Hello.” She says greeting you with a smile.

“What can I do for you today?”

“Hi. I’m here to see Wilhemina….umm Ms. Venable…I mean.” You said shyly not knowing what to call her in her place of work.

The girl frowns. “Do you have an appointment?”

You shake your head “No I don’t but…”

“Well, I’m sorry I can’t let you in. Ms. Venable is a very busy woman and sees no one unless they have an appointment.”

“I understand but if you tell her who I am she will let me in.” You explained.

“What’s your name?” The girl asked.

“Y/n y/l/n.”

The girl takes a minute to scan some names on the paper in front of her. You see Cordelia’s name and also Billie’s which must mean Mina has a list of people she allows to visit her.

“I’m sorry your name isn’t on the list.”

You sighed heavily “Just please call her. She knows who I am. Or just let me talk to her.”

“I’m sorry Ms. I can’t do that. And if you don’t leave I will call security.”

“You can’t do that!”

“Oh but I can,” she smirked.

Before you can respond two large men walk up behind you grabbing your arms to escort you out of the building.

Once you were outside you sat in your car crying softly. You were embarrassed but also hurt that Mina hasn’t added your name to her list. You finally decided to just head home when your phone starts ringing. It was Mina.

You cleared your throat before answering “Hello.”

“Hello darling I was calling to let you know I would be home in about an hour. It’s been crazy here today.”

“Okay.” You said sniffling.

“What’s wrong?” She asked worry laced in her voice.

“Nothing.”

“Little one. Tell me please.”

You shut your eyes as more tears fall down your cheeks.

“I came to visit you at work but the lady at the desk said my name wasn’t on the list and I didn’t have an appointment so she called security and these two big guys carried me out of the building.”

“Where are you?”

“In the parking lot in my car why?”

“Come to the front door and wait for me.”

“But..” you hear the line go dead as she hangs up.

You sighed getting out of the car and walking to the front door again. After what feels like an eternity the door opens. The redhead looks pissed as she steps aside asking you to come in.

“Follow me.” She says as you follow behind her into the elevator.

Once again the doors to the 12th floor open and you follow Mina into the hallway. The girl at the desk looks pretty shaken up as do the security guards that are standing beside her desk.

Mina stands to the side as she points to you. “This is y/n y/l/n she is my partner. She is allowed in this building whenever she sees fit. She is also allowed to visit me whenever she desires to without an appointment.”

Mina looks over at the guards before she continues “If you ever touch her again you will be fired immediately am I understood?”

The guards nod their heads vigorously “Yes Ms. Venable.”

“And you…” she says looking at the girl behind the desk.

“If you ever embarrass her or me like that again I will make your life hell. Add her to the damn list!”

“Y..yes Ms. Venable.” The girl whispers.

“Good now get out of my sight.” She says as the men run off.

She walks into her office leaving you behind in shock. Finally, you follow her shutting the door behind you.

“I’m…I’m sorry I caused all of this trouble at your job.” You whispered.

“You didn’t do anything. They’re stupid. I work with idiots. Sofia knows to call me if someone is insisting to see me. She was being rude.”

You nod your head as you fidget with your fingers. Mina sighs as she walks over to you.

“I’m sorry they did that to you and I’m sorry I didn’t add your name to my list. I swear it slipped my mind.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’m also sorry you had to see me like that but they made me so angry.”

“It’s okay, it was kinda hot to see you like that.” You chuckled as your cheeks flushed.

Mina smirks as she wraps her arms around your waist. “Oh really?”

“Yeah. You were so protective over me. I like it.”

She chuckles as she kisses your lips. “No one is allowed to treat you like that. Not under my watch.”

“Yes well, I think they got that memo loud and clear.” You chuckled.

“For their sake, I hope so,” Mina says with a smile.

[lionlena]

Hate run, love speed (Pedro Pascal x racing driver f!reader) part 1/?

Pedro Pascal x racing driver f!reader

Summary: You accidentally pick up a hitchhiker who turns out to be Pedro. You hear from him that he's not a fan of racing and thinks drivers don't do much... Then he finds out you're a rally driver.

Warnings: swearing, small angst, mention of risk of accident and death...

 A/N: I'm not an expert on car racing and rally drivers, but I've always dreamed of becoming one. So please don't take anything I write about racing and cars seriously. English is not my native language so I apologize for any mistakes. This is my first xreader so... I'm dying here.

Hate run, love speed

You knew you were already late and you shouldn't have stopped but... You had a soft heart. It was raining heavily and the man looked really resigned. He was standing on the side of the road near a black Audi Q 7 trying to hitchhike. You didn't even recognize him at first but the purple Los Angels Lakers t-shirt felt oddly familiar. You parked your car and waited for the passenger door to open. "Thanks a lot! My car broke down and my phone died." As soon as you heard that voice and saw those brown eyes, it took your breath away. Okay, you weren't some crazy fan, but... You loved this guy. His acting and character. His laugh and that feeling that he's just a good guy. "Play it cool, play it cool," you kept repeating to yourself in mind. Sure, you might have had nerves of steel on the track but not with Pedro Pascal. "Umm... No problem... Cars break down." It really sounded pathetic but Pedro just smiled and buckled his seatbelt. Then he extended his hand towards you and said: "I'm Pedro." You had to bite your tongue not to say: "I knooowww!" All he had to do was see the keychain on your car keys. Baby Yoda, Grogu swayed happily. "Y/N. Where did you want to go?" You say after little pause. "To the race track." "That's cool. It's close to where I'm going." It was a little lie but you didn't want to sound like a stalker and say, "I'm going there too." "Cool."  He said with that cute smile. You continued on your way and couldn't help but ask the question that was nagging you. "Are you a racing fan?" "Ummm... Not really. I must go there on business." "Oh." "I don't understand racing very much. Sure you have to drive well and have a strong character but other than that it's not like other sports. You don't exercise and... You know." Okay, that hurt you. Though he had some truth, but only a little. It's not like you didn't have to exercise or sacrifice other things. Even family. You had to put aside thoughts about the baby. It wasn't a problem for you but still. You had to be careful, pregnancy would end your career. Besides, one bad day, a slippery road, a flat tire... And you could have been hospitalized or even killed. You were wondering how to answer him when your phone rang and the familiar name BEN flashed up. "I'm sorry, but I have to pick this up." "Okay, I'll be quiet," he replied. As soon as you pressed the green receiver in the car your coach's angry voice rang out. "Y/N where the fuck are you?!" "On my way, I'll be there in 5 minutes." You swallowed and prayed that this would end the conversation. But it wasn't your lucky day. "You should be at the racetrack by now! Why do I need a driver who drives around the city and not on the racetrack?!" You could feel Pedro's eyes focus on you. "Four minutes Ben." You hit the accelerator harder and the car sped up. "Three" you growled. "Save this tone for the race." Ben hung up and Pedro immediately snapped out. "Holy shit, I'm sorry... I'm really, really sorry. If only I had known you were a rally driver I would never have said all this." You looked at him for a moment. He looked really embarrassed. "Actually, do you know why I became a driver? I hate sports, especially running but I love speed." You smiled at him and winked. "That makes sense," he replied.

The parking lot around the car racing track was full but luckily the competitors had their spots reserved. You quickly jumped out of the car. "Okay Pedro, I hope you'll be fine, I have to run now." "Thanks again and sorry." You waved your hand. "You're welcome." Then you started running towards the players' entrance. You heard Pedro shouting: "Good luck in the race!"

oh god....you really hated running

Part 2: https://lionlena.tumblr.com/post/717038721131855872/hate-run-love-speed-pedro-pascal-x-racing-driver

[sluttywonwoo]

dear beautiful tumblr user hotgirlwonwoo, did we ever get a part 4 of vern liking his best friend bc that shit has been living in my mind rent free and i need to know what happens next!! (pls ignore if u've already mentioned smth abt not doing anymore - i've been off tumblr for a while & couldn't find anything in ur recents posts kalsfjaf) love u lots ! x

read parts 1-3 here

you sound breathless on the phone, vernon thinks. had you been crying? his heart drops to his stomach at the thought. he hadn’t meant to be so weird when you came over. he just… couldn’t help it.

vernon had tried getting off again after you left. but he was too distracted to cum. he could tell you were upset by the way you blew him off at the door, but he still managed to convince himself that maybe things would be ok. now you weren’t replying to his texts, and he was getting worried. so he called you.

“what?” you demand upon answering, and that’s when vernon hears it. the heavy breathing. it catches him off guard, you must’ve been way more upset than you had been letting on. had something happened? had you needed him and he pushed you away? “vernon? are you there?” you ask, yanking him out of his spiraling. he realizes he hasn’t said anything yet.

“oh, uh, you weren’t answering my texts,” he says stupidly.

“i didn’t see them. but you only sent them thirty minutes ago. do you expect me to wait around all day for you to message me?”

he shouldn’t have called. this was a dumb idea. you sound impatient and angry and yet the uneven breathing on the other end of the line makes him think about having you underneath him. his mind wanders to what you’d sound like if you were out of breath because of him, if you’d pant or moan…

“no, not at all!” he scrambles. “you just seemed upset when you left earlier, so i thought you might be ignoring me.”

“i was upset,” you admit easily. the next part is a little harder to verbalize. “you were acting strange, like you wanted nothing to do with me… so i was just taking time for myself— away from my phone.”

hearing this makes vernon panic because that wasn’t the case at all. it was the opposite, actually. he wanted everything to do with you, and it was driving him crazy. he had never had a crush on a friend before and he was still having trouble coming to terms with it, but he hadn’t meant to make things weird between you in the process.

“i’m sorry,” he says hoarsely, “i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to make you feel that way. i’ve just had… an off-day. it had nothing to do with you, but i shouldn’t have let it ruin our movie night.”

there’s a pause before you respond.

“it’s ok. i’m sorry you had a bad day. is it that professor again?”

“yeah,” vernon lies.

“you should’ve just told me! i could’ve typed up a strongly worded email for you or something.”

“i… was embarrassed about it. i’m not doing well in his class.” another lie.

“vernon, it’s just me. you know i won’t judge you about something like that.”

he does know that. but you would definitely judge him if you knew the truth.

“yeah, i know. i’m sorry.”

“i know you are. just… tell me next time, okay?”

“i will. and i’ll make it up to you! do you want to come back over? i know it’s kind of late, but we could watch another movie, or an episode of our show?”

“oh, um… i’m a little busy right now,” you answer.

vernon deflates, but he understands. he isn’t sure that he would’ve been able to keep his emotions in check if you were to come back over anyway. and then you’d be right back where you started.

“that’s okay!”

“i’m free tomorrow night, though.”

“i am too. you should come over then.”

“sounds good! i have one condition, though.”

“what is it?” he asks, willing to do quite literally anything for you.

“since you’re making up for today and all, i get to choose the snacks.”

“deal.”

he can hear you smiling through the phone when you continue. “okay, we have to have popcorn and red vines.”

“i’m on it. i’ll go to the store in the morning,” he assures you.

you work out the rest of the details together and then hang up for the night. vernon feels a million times better than he did when he dialed your number. he hasn’t ruined everything with you, at least not yet. he has twenty-four hours to get his act together so that things can feel normal between you two, and step one is getting rid of that pesky crush.

[kaunis-sielu]

First Day of Christmas: Clark and Punkie

You’re so excited to spend your first Christmas with your Alpha. You’d made him work for the mark you now proudly wore on your neck but Clark had been happy to do so. Sometimes you’re not entirely sure why he’s willing to put in the effort for you but when you’ve asked before he just told you it was something an Alpha would do for his Omega. So not really an answer but he’s hot enough to get away with it.

You didn’t know if he was going to like the pear cobbler but it was a risk you were going to take. It was the first day of Christmas after all and the first day of Christmas was a partridge in a pear tree so you were going to be inspired by the song.

“Hi Punkie! Sorry I’m so late!” Clark calls as he comes into the apartment that you love calling home. You glance at the clock on the oven and see that it’s almost 7:30, well past the time he usually comes home.

“I think I have suggestions for how you can make it up to me.” You tease him and he laughs softly making his way to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You can feel yourself relax into him, it’s completely involuntary he makes you feel so safe.

“I’m sure you do.” He rumbles before pressing a kiss to your mark.

“Clark.” You sigh softly before turning and pulling his lips down to yours. You missed him, which you won’t tell him but he knows. When he pulls away from you you smile up at him.

“Something smells incredible.”

“I’ve got some desert cooking. Do you want dinner?”

“Yea, I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier.”

“It’s okay. I know you’re busy and things are crazy. I worked for you remember?” After you got your degree you’d quit and started working at a youth homeless shelter. Exhausting work but rewarding.

“Thanks Honey. I’m going to go change.” He steps away and you eye his work clothes with appreciation causing Clark to laugh softly before kissing you again. “The sooner I change and eat the sooner we can make out.” He says slowly backing away.

“Then what are you waiting for?” You challenge before you open the fridge and take out the plate of food you’d made him. You warm it in the microwave and when he gets back he stands behind you and eats carefully.

“This is fantastic Honey.” He says, not that it was a hard meal, spaghetti is quick. As he finishes eating the timer goes off and you pull the cobbler out of the fridge.

“What is that?”

“Pear cobbler.”

“First day of Christmas.” He murmurs and you nod, “I went a little different.” When you look at him in confusion and he draws a small black box out of his pocket and passes it to you. When you open the little box you find diamond round earrings.

“I don’t get it?” You tell him and Clark chuckles.

“A pair of earrings.” You can’t help but laugh and Clark looks pleased with himself. You take the earrings and put them in before kissing him again.

“Thank you Clark. Sorry my pear is the fruit.”

“Please don’t be. You’re an amazing baker.”

“Well then, happy first day of Christmas.”