#they can actually! you see sometimes people don’t like it when you hit your girlfriend and attempt to shoot with a child in the way

[burning-omen]

Fandoms when you form your own opinion on a character that you’re supposed to have your own opinion on:

[heliosundercover]

Batboys and

how they talk about you

Bonus fic as a thank you for allowing my jason fic to do well 💋

Dick Grayson-

, who talks about you like a goddess walking the earth, loves you more than words. The type to talk about you so much that people doubt your real

 

“My girlfriend is so sweet, guys. Today we went to that one library I like. Guys, have I told you even her favorite book is adorable?”

It doesn’t help that he tends to get caught up in certain details, completely ignoring other ones. No one knew your name until a week into dating.

 

Jason: “If you asked me before, I would’ve never believed him; weve all gone a little insane, but now that Ive seen proof, I'm happy for him. He gets to be well-dick, and she gets to smile and nod, but I swear she enjoys it. They’re weird together.”

 

Tim: “We love Dick. A lot, but we were looking at a wonderful facility that has an in-patient gym in the beginning. But the way he looks at her, I wouldn’t be surprised if she actually did miracles.” 

 

Damian: “At least I believed him at the start. He was smitten and absolutely whipped. I thought it was just like Dick. I don’t know why I, of all people, was the only one that caught it.

 

Bruce: Yeah, I knew she was real. Why would I ruin everyone’s fun? I mean, Dick is a bit. Aloof sometimes… I'm not exactly surprised; he’s not exactly amazing socially sometimes, but with her, he’s extra awkward, and I watched him flirt with men and women. But look, as long as he’s happy, we’re happy for him.”

 

Dick is a completely drunken idiot, with so much training thrown out the window. 

(Can you tell I'm not a fan of a playboy dick😞 im sorry i love a good love stuck man)

 

Jason Todd-

, who is extremely protective of his peace, sometimes acts as if you’re fragile. He was the type to invite you to a family game night where he called a family meeting an hour beforehand, forcing everyone to be on their best behavior. Needless to say, it was awkward, but one uno round later, he realized you fit in just fine. 

 

“I knew my girl would win. She's a gangster.”

boast when you absolutely dominate everyone playing in the game. You never quite beat the cheating allegations.

 

Dick: "I don’t know how he did it, but he found someone who brings out a side of him I haven’t seen in years. No one is that good at uno; naturally, at least, I think she’s a meta. I'm not saying that non-metas aren’t good at uno.”

 

Tim: "You know how in movies the girl animals just have lashes, and how the boy is always darker and the girl will be like a lighter color? It's like she was made for him. I'm glad he found his anamorphic girl, Wolf. But, can I be honest? I think Alfred was telling her our cards.”

 

Damian: "I'm glad Jaybird is happy. He’s definitely earned it. Even if she cheats at UNO, they’re perfect for each other. Hell, the cheating is what makes them perfect for each other.”

 

Bruce: "I'm glad to see Jason happy. The sparkling in his eyes, the boyish smile, is the same joy I saw after he hit me with a car iron and ran off, giggling. I like her.”

 

 

Bruce Wayne-

is proud to show you off publicly. He���s not one to spoil someone, but sometimes he can’t help but pick up trinkets for you. Sometimes you’d wake up to keychains, jewelry, or even clothes somewhere in your shared room. 

 

He tried so hard to be there for you and protect you from his line of work. Some nights, he wouldn’t come to bed at all to avoid waking you. Some nights, if you worried too much, he would send Dick out in the Batman costume so he could be by your side. 

 

"Shh, baby, its ok... Tonight, I'm staying with you, okay? I love you; do you know that? And I know sometimes the risk scares you, but I’ll always be here for you.”

 

Dick: "It's nice knowing Bruce isn’t constantly brooding about it. Well, I knew that fact already, but this is different. I only see a light in his eyes when he’s doing stuff he absolutely loves. Like when he talks to his parents tombs and we pretend we don’t see him.”

 

Jason: "i think that man would come back from the dead more dramatically than I did for this woman. And I waged like 3 wars.”

 

Tim: “Sometimes I see them sitting in the library together in silence. All they do is enjoy each other’s presence. Its adorable”

 

Damian: “Dads earned it. And when I say he’s earned it, I mean he’s earned it!”

 

Bruce isn’t the easiest to be with, but he always makes up for it.

[bomber-grl]

General Percy Jackson dating hc⋆°🌊

~ ⋆｡‧𖦹 Percy Jackson x Gn!Reader(no pronouns)

Percy is so sassy

I think we as a fandom have established that, however sometimes you underestimate how far he’ll go.

No matter how long you’ve been dating he’ll still be sassy 😔😭

Of course it’s downgraded though

He chose mercy today

Anyway

Although he can get sassy sometimes, there is without a doubt that he loves you.

If there are 100 people who love you Percy is one of them. 1 person who loves you? Percy is that person

Zero? Percy is dead

He absolutely adores you, even if he can be a big idiot sometimes.

Now, when the two of you got together it was pretty much the same as when you were friends

Just romantic

You’d get reminded of your relationship when he calls you his girlfriend/boyfriend/partner

Especially in front of others

Or when he starts holding your hand and kissing you

It’s definitely a change

But not necessarily a bad one

Hes the type of guy to make being your boyfriend his whole personality

(Not actually but let me explain)

He’ll def wear those shirt with “I love my [insert your preferred title]

And he won’t care who sees it 😭

He’s proud no matter what

And is an absolute menace if anyone says anything about it

Or to you, for that matter

He’s powerful and we all know that

You can obviously defend yourself however sometimes he just can’t hold back

If anything were to ever happen to you

Let’s just say the opposing side will be as if it never existed.

I don’t see Percy as the jealous type ngl

I’ve seen many others say he would be and I think he could be, but only sometimes

He knows you’re just as loyal to him as he is to you

However if he sees anyone flirt and you don’t notice or tell them to back off-

He will for you

He won’t hesitate to slide an arm around your waist and ask what the hell the other person is doing with a raised eyebrow

He sasses the other person so much he leaves no room for argument 😭

Percy trusts with everything he’s got

So if you were to ever betray him he’d be crushed

Especially if you really know him

Just don’t betray him 🤷‍♀️

Percy follows you around all the time when he’s got nothing to do

He’s strong and independent

…wheeennn he’s away from you

He’s always by your side

And he loves to spend time with you too

He can’t say goodbye without hugging or kissing you

That’s a definite quirk of his

He’s technically not supposed to exist but it makes you glad he’s the only demigod child of Poseidon

And the only other person who shares his cabin is Tyson, so that way you two can sleepover and cuddle.

Ofc you guys get to actually do that once Tyson stops talking to you guys 😭

Only when Tyson goes off do you guys have time to chill in his cabin and the sleepovers you have are almost endless

I say almost because you eventually got caught by the harpy’s and luckily Chiron came in time to prevent you guys being ripped to shreds :,)

Before all that happened tho, you and Percy would cuddle and you’d play with Percy’s hair

He LOVES having his hair played with and his scalp massaged

And he accidentally insinuates that he misses that the most out of you getting banned from his cabin

The audacity for him to miss your massages rather than your presence

He let you have his share of desert as an apology for as long as you want 😭😭

You felt guilty so eventually you stopped 😭

If you are a sword fighter like him, you both often spar together.

You hit two birds with one stone

You practice your skills, and get to hang out together

What could be better?

Even then, if you specialize with daggers or a spear then it still works out

Sorry if you’re an archer 😭

Before you’re even introduced to Sally she already loves you!

And vise versa

Percy talks so much about you guys to each other that you practically already met her

And she already knew about you before you guys even started dating 😭

Percy told her (albeit a bit reluctantly) that he had a crush and the rest was history

When you finally meet it’s an automatic click and the both of you hit it off

Honestly Percy’s happy to see two of the most important people in his life getting along.

So, we’re all aware of how much of a menace Percy is, right?

Well he absolutely teases the fuck out of you

If that’s how you’re comfortable with

It’s not bad but it’s definitely silly and makes you smile at his antics, especially when you’re pretending to be mad at him 😭

You’re so weak for him lol

As is he for you

Mans is a simp and a so called “free thinker”

That changes when you step into the room and start talking to him

So after you guys got banned from going into each others cabins for unplanned sleepovers you guys had to make the most of the time you had together during the day

Just imagine an innocent camper walking by and seeing “beat ares, stopped two wars” Percy

The thing is, Percy is absolutely putty in your hands and has his head resting on your lap with your hands in his hair

Some would usually tease but with his reputation nowadays, nobody dares

With the exception of close Ally’s and ofc, Clarisse

It’s little moments that get you guys closer than ever like when there’s campfires and you can just enjoy the moment

Or when you can go into the lake

Which is where you guys had your first kiss

And it was sweet and spontaneous

And then awkward afterwards because of the walk back to your cabins 😭

Even then Percy gave you a quick peck and ran off

Best believe he was kicking his feet once he got back to his cabin 😭

you awoke the next day with being the new hot gossip in camp so that was… interesting

Anyway

I’m aware that I’ve made Percy to be a bit a menace

Although he is exactly that on the regular-

He really does care about you

Sometimes whenever he looks at you he can’t help but think about how lucky he got

He’s glad to have met you and tries his best to let you know at every chance he gets

Even if the things he might say come off as cringe, he means it

Maybe to a less cringey extent tho lolol

Bro can’t help it, he’s a romantic at heart

But only ever for you

[k20spock]

Gecko’s list of free video games you should play right now

Hi I’m gecko I like video games and I like not paying 60 dollars for them so here’s a list of some free games I’ve unearthed and liked. Enjoy

(most of these are small, more obscure games made by a few people or even just one person, so support the creators if you can!! Some of these do have a pay what you want model)

Hikeback (Itch.io) 

You see a hitchhiker flagging you down during a long, lonely drive through the countryside. No matter how you choose to handle the situation, you end up back on that road. And then again. And again. And again, until you find a way to escape a loop of violence and self-sabotage. Hikeback is a visual novel inspired by the fable of the frog and the scorpion, and it takes about an hour to reach the ending. It’s available on Windows, Mac, Linux, and browser, and there’s a detailed list of content warnings on the game’s itch.io page. One of my strongest recommendations, Hikeback is an incredible experience, and it was made in only ten days!!

Purrgatory (Itch.io) (Steam)

Find ways to pass the time in an inexplicably cat-themed but otherwise pretty dull afterlife, and befriend its other inhabitants. Purrgatory can hit hard when it wants to, but it’s mostly a relaxed point and click game that takes about a few hours if you want the true ending (which you do). And also I really don’t like recommending things going “it’s rep!!” and not elaborating on what the thing is actually about, but Purrgatory does have a mostly explicitly LGBT+ cast and Korean characters by a Korean artist. It’s been a few years since I played Purrgatory, but I remember it was an incredible experience, and since then, even more people can play it because it’s been fully translated into Spanish and Simplified Chinese! It’s available on Windows and browser.

How Fish is Made (Itch.io) (Steam)

How Fish is Made includes incredible retro-style graphics, a sardine flopping around in a machine with a choice to make, a singing, cane-wielding, tophat-wearing, tongue-eating parasitic isopod, and a free expansion/trailer for the studio’s next game that’s like if Katamari Damacy was evil and also had fish in it. That’s the best I can do for a summary. How Fish is Made is available on Windows and takes about 30-45 minutes, but will itch your brain for much longer.

Stop Burying Me Alive, Beautiful (Itch.io)

A visual novel in which you are stuck between trying to convince your girlfriend you are not dead and she should stop burying you alive, and playing rat-themed card games with a woman you find living underground. The game doesn’t always do a great job walking the line between comedy and horror, but there’s some strong writing depicting a failing relationship and very strong artwork that makes this an easy recommendation. Stop Burying Me Alive, Beautiful is on Windows, Mac, Linux, and browser, and takes about half an hour. 

Caper in the Castro (Internet Archive)

Ok this one is pretty different, but fuck it, it was originally released for free in 1989 (with a recommendation to make a donation to charity instead) and is still free so I’m including it. Not enough people are aware that you can play the first known video game by and about gay people on your computer right now for free and it has that classic adventure game bullshit sometimes but it’s extremely playable and also funny as shit. Like it’s not just cool history it’s actually fun (sorry Gayblade). You play as a lesbian private detective named Tracker McDyke looking for your missing drag queen friend and you can get most of the doors in the game open by shooting them. People have made full walkthroughs for this game and how to get it working if you have trouble so there’s no excuse. Play Caper in the Castro.

Under a Star Called Sun (Itch.io) (Liminal Magazine)

A browser game made in Bitsy that’s extremely simple and only a few minutes long, but that’s all it needs to create a succinct, gut-wrenching depiction of grief. 

Hotel Infinity (Itch.io)

If you need more short Bitsy games you can play in your browser that are about death, you’re out of luck after this because I’ve only got the two. Hotel Infinity is more lighthearted, tasking you with checking in on your ghostly hotel guests, and helping one check out. It’s simple, but sweet and affecting. 

Water Womb World (Itch.io)

Back to marine life-themed horror. Water Womb World is about a man’s obsessive search for the Garden of Eden leading him to the bottom of the ocean. There’s a few brief moments of annoyance in the gameplay, but the atmosphere and visuals are fantastic. Fantastic enough I bought the shirt, because I like cool shirts. It's available for Mac and Windows, and takes about 15 minutes. 

Hyperhell (Itch.io) (Steam)

A rogue-like bullet hell with a hyperpop soundtrack. It’s a mess, but in a good way. A run can (allegedly, I am not very good at bullet hells and I wasn’t able to get all the way to the end) be under ten minutes, but the game is very replayable with its different characters, weapons, bosses, and DDR and fishing minigames. You might have heard of this one already because maia has a cameo in it, but it really is a fun, if slightly painful for your eyes, time. It’s available on Windows.

Magicafe HD (Itch.io)

Under a technicality, I haven’t played this one yet, but that’s because I played the original text-based version of this game and I didn’t know the dev had converted it to a full visual novel until right now when I went to recommend the original. I’m certain this version is even better! It’s a cute, simple visual novel about a girl trying to get to her job at a magical girl themed cafe, while dealing with the struggles of secretly also being an actual magical girl. Available on Windows, and lasts about half an hour. The original is available on browser here if you’re interested. 

Dedz0ne (Itch.io)

Ok, wrapping up on a weird one since this isn’t really a universal recommendation. Dedz0ne is a Yume Nikki/Splatoon fangame inspired by Dedf1sh’s backstory and the atmosphere of Octo Expansion in general. It came out before Side Order so it’s not accurate to it, but it’s a really neat game with great visuals and atmosphere. It’s available on Windows

And that’s it for now. There will probably be a sequel someday because I am unable to stop digging through free games. Or maybe a collection of not free but extremely cheap games (like under five bucks) I like. Who knows! I hope you found something that catches your eye here!

[mingis-orangejuice]

Asking the L&Ds boys "What are we?" Part 3: Rafayel

Summary: MC and her boy have been in a sort of situation-ship but MC wants to know why they haven't officially called her their girlfriend

a/n: This ended up being much longer than I thought so I'm making it into 4 parts (one for each boy) Here's Rafayel's part. I'm still writing Sylus' part, so it might take a little longer to come out

Genres/Warnings: angst, fluff, kinda slow burn, a little suggestive

Word count: 1114

Other parts: 1, 2, 4

Under the dazzling lights of an enormous banquet hall, you stand alone awkwardly looking at your phone. It was another one of Rafayel’s art shows. While you love to support him and his art, after going to about 4 different events in one week it gets old. Thomas was really running Rafayel rampant these past few weeks to get him to sell as much as possible before he goes off on one of his random solo trips. And even tho Rafayel hates these types of events he knew it would be good for his image and his wallet (not that he needs it) 

Why did Rafayel have to leave you by yourself? You hated going to big fancy events the only plus side of coming to these was getting to spend time with your boyfriend… wait was he your boyfriend? You guys never actually had that conversation but he gets pretty boyfriend-y when you guys are alone he calls you every night before bed to tell you goodnight, takes you on expensive overnight trips and gets all pouty if you don’t stay the night, but he also still calls you Miss bodyguard but sometimes calls you his muse. What does that even mean? Was he just playing with you or was there something more? 

You were thinking so hard about this that your facial expression looked pretty intense. You didn't even notice that most people at the event were actively avoiding you since you looked like you were ready to explode.

“Hey babe,” a voice from behind you snapped you out of your deep thought. Your expression changed to one of confusion and disgust at the random man who felt that it was ok to call you babe “Are you here alone? I can show you around. I know everything about these art pieces.”

You looked at him, now with a blank expression “Really?” you questioned sarcasm heavily coating your voice. Where is Rafayel? Why is he taking so long to come back? Thomas said he’d only be gone for a few minutes, but it's been over half an hour and now some creep is trying to talk to you.

“Yeah, I'm close personal friends with the artist, I’m actually his inspiration for most of his work, I’m basically an artist too he should be giving me half the profits from these since I’m such an integral part of his work, but I let him keep all of it since we’re such good friends” He steps closer to you as he spouts his nonsense. You, looking rightfully annoyed with him step back but this guy doesn’t get the hint and keeps stepping closer “What d’ you say, babe? Wanna spend the rest of the night with a real artist?  He continues to advance towards you while you step back even further, in your mission to get away from this creep you didn't notice one of the wires running along the floor that connected to one of the lights illuminating an art piece. You tripped backwards. Luckily a firm pair of arms was there to catch you before you hit the floor.

You look up to see who your saviour is. And to your surprise, it was none other than Rafayel. “For a bodyguard, you’re very clumsy” he chucked while steadying you.

“It’s not my fault,” you say preparing to defend yourself.

“I know, it was his” Rafayel points to the creep that had been pursuing you. “What do you think you’re doing pestering MY muse? She clearly doesn't like you can’t you take a hint or is that head of yours just full of fish tank pebbles”

“Just who do you think you are, if you hadn’t come in and ruined everything she woulda gone home with me” The creep angrily stepped towards you and Rafayel. He looks towards you trying to grab your wrist “Babe tell this guy to fuck off so we can get back to our conversation alright.”

Rafayel quickly swats his hand away “Why would she go home with a loser who pretends to be an artist just to get in her pants, when she can have this real artist who gets to be in her pants every night?” Rafayel says with a shit-eating grin. 

“Raf!” You lightly slap his chest a little amused and a bit embarrassed that he would say something like that out loud.

“Yeah, whatever she’s ugly anyway” The creep tries to leave, but Rafayel signals to some of the staff to grab that guy and remove him from the event. As the staff are holding the creep by the arms Rafayel brings his face close to his. “You’re lucky I’m only having them throw you out of the venue for talking about my muse like that.”

Later once the event was over, you and Rafayel were sitting in his living room, he was sketching some new ideas for paintings, and you were absent mindlessly playing on your phone, the questions from earlier still buzzing through your head. While lost in thought Rafayel lays his head on your shoulder. This makes your heart skip a beat and breaks you out of your trance.

“What are we ?” you suddenly ask slightly turning your head to where Rafalye was leaning.

“What?” he lifts his head off your shoulder to look at you confused.

You took a deep breath before starting, scared of confrontation, but you just had to know “When we were at your art show you kept calling me your muse, and apart from that you also act like my boyfriend most days, but you’ve never said that you were and you’ve also never called me your girlfriend. So I’ll ask again, what are we?”

“What, I thought it was obvious?” he said with a little smile. He takes both your hands into his and looks into your eyes

“Well, it's not obvious to me, so?” you wanted to look away from his gaze but you were afraid if you did you wouldn’t have the courage to look back at him again.

“You’re my muse,” he said excitedly, smile growing even bigger.

“I knew it, that's all I am to you just some inspiration for your art ” You sigh and get up to leave but he holds tighter to your hands

Is that what you think a muse is ?” He laughed softly. “To me a muse not only inspires my art but is my art, everything I do is for my muse. My muse consumes my every waking thought, I need her to be around me at all times to even function properly. You’re more than just a girlfriend to me, you’re my most precious muse.”

[cyberpunkgyu]

╰☆ Times when Sunghoon’s heart beats too fast

pairing: bf! sunghoon x fem reader

genre: fluff! all cheesy and romantic stuff d:

warnings: none

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sunghoon’s pov

When you play/fix his hair

sunghoon doesn’t really like people messing with his hair

like get your hands off him pls

he will give most people a side eye if they ever touch his hair

but when it comes to you he doesn’t mind AT ALL

he actually likes it when you do touch his hair

there was a time you and sunghoon were on a simple date/hangout

it was a random weekday and he asked if you’re down to go on a picnic with him, a break/quick distraction from studying for both your finals

sunghoon just decided to order a box of pizza, chicken, and some desserts as well

once you both started to eat, you noticed there were some strands of his hair out of place and some almost poking his eyes, so you decided to fix his hair, an innocent gesture

what you didn’t know is how that made sunghoon feel so giddy inside

like the tips of his ears turned red really quick

while your eyes were focused on his hair

his eyes remained on you, so mesmerized by you

like he always thinks to himself how lucky he is to have you

he still can’t believe you’re his girlfriend

once you finish you then finally look at his eyes and smile

and then you’ll notice him staring at you

suddenly he gives your lips a peck, startling you a bit

“w-what was that for?” you’d ask

now you’re also feeling warm because of this man

“sorry you’re just so beautiful i can’t help it”

then hits you with a “can i kiss you one more time?”

SUNGHOON MY HEART PLS

of course you reply with “you don’t have to ask, you can always kiss me”

now both of you are blushing hard

When you give him a fashion show when shopping

when shopping, you don’t mind inviting him in the fitting room because he doesn’t like just waiting out there

also he likes being with you all the time

he looks at you soo lovingly whenever you show him the dresses that you try on

you would be too focused on checking how you look on the mirror, while he’s just admiring you with a smile on his face

the thing is he doesn’t even notice himself smiling, it just happens whenever he sees you

“do you think it looks good?” you would ask as you finally face him

and once you do he felt as if you took his breath away

his lips would part :0

“you look pretty”

he would say it in a calm way but inside he is literally dying trust me

like after he would be smiling so wide that you could see his fangs

he’s so cute :( and in love with you

and then he loves it when you ask him for help with the zippers

like sometimes you can do it yourself (you just don’t tell him) but you do ask if he can help you

and sunghoon would just blush so hard

When you’re extra clingy

sometimes you just feel clingy okay?

like how can you not when you’re boyfriend is so attractive

you can’t help but want to cling onto him or just hold him

one time you and sunghoon were getting ready for bed

and he finishes first so once you do finish you see him under the covers, scrolling through his phone

and he just looks so cuddly and aHhh

like don’t get me wrong, sunghoon always looks good but barefaced sunghoon >>>>

you finally sit on the bed and then just stare at him

once he notices, he places his phone down and then raises his brows, his hands automatically placed on your hips

“i love you” you tell him and lays down

gosh he feel so warm and fizzy inside

he then kisses your forehead and wraps his arms around you

“i love you, baby” he would respond with a big smile on his face :>

When he sees you all happy

of course he loves seeing you happy

but he loves seeing your reaction

like when it first snowed

you two were having a stroll around the city while holding each other’s hand

christmas lights filled the streets and it was just so pretty

you kept smiling throughout and sunghoon kept looking at you bc you look so cute :(

in his head he’s like “my baby is so cute”

you had a puffer jacket with a scarf around you and he thought you looked so cute

like he just wants to squish you

you both also went to a cafe and a restaurant to eat

sunghoon ordered different food so you can have different choices

ahh he's the type to spoil you

and then after you both decided to go to a nearby park, sitting on the grass

there were a lot of people, chatting and hanging out with each other

you sat between sunghoon's legs with your head resting on his chest

his arms wrapped around you, his head on top of your head

he enjoyed just holding you, and he also appreciated the quietness

you both didn't talk, just enjoying each other's presence

suddenly, snow started to fall down and everyone cheered

people starts taking pictures/videos

but you on the other hand just watched, a big smile on your face

you were in awe because you haven’t seen the snow for a long time

sunghoon looks at you so lovingly and gently AHHH

he had such a cute smile on his face

he can’t help but take a picture of you ;_;

literally changing it to his lockscreen as soon as he took them

whenever you stare at him

OKAY BUT LIKE

i feel like sunghoon is that type of guy to get flustered whenever someone look at him for too long

you often do that because i mean your boyfriend is THE sunghoon

A BEAUTIFUL ASS MAN

this often happens whenever you guys are at home hanging out

for example you two would be watching a movie

you both sat next to each other on his bed, leaning against each other

sunghoon had his other arm wrapped around you, watching whatever movie you decided to play

it’s one of your favorite movies that you have seen multiple times

and sometimes you do get bored

SOOO you decide to just admire your man

he’s literally just watching a movie but you feel so giddy looking at him

he will quickly notice as he could see you from his peripheral vision

at first he would just glance

but then a small shy smile would appear on his lips

“you’re staring”

you would just giggle and then place a kiss on his cheek

“sorry, you’re just so handsome”

GOSH sunghoon feels his cheeks warm up so fast

his heart beating so fast because of how flustered he is

he then leans closer to you, forehead touching each other’s

and now both of you are blushing hard

“you drive me crazy” he then whispers

AHH SUNGHOON

he then kisses you hard

his hands placed on your hips

and now you’re both just kissing

while the movie just playing in the background :)

[therealcocoshady]

Hii

I lost my puppy recently, can you please write one where the reader is a bit depressed and Marshall gives her a puppy?

A/N : Hi Anon ! I’m so sorry about you losing your puppy ! I’m sending you tons of love 💕. I wrote a little something and I hope you like it !

Finding purpose 🐶

« I dont know, » you’d said in that monotone voice of yours. « I just feel like… there’s no purpose. I have no purpose ».

After weeks of beating around the bush, Marshall had finally confronted you, and your answer broke his heart. You were the most vibrant person he had ever met, so full of life and laughter. But in the past few months, he had seen you decaying. Your laugh, once his favorite sound, seemed like a distant memory and he couldn’t tell the last time he’d seen you actually smile, no matter how hard he tried. You had become withdrawn, distant. Sometimes, he would at you and he could see stare into the abyss, as if your mind was miles away. But every time he would ask what’s on your mind, you would shrug it off.

His first instinct was to blame himself. Maybe he’d taken you for granted. It wouldn’t be the first time after all. He was never really good at keeping his longtime girlfriends entertained, his workaholic nature often taking over. But his best efforts to win you over with impromptu date nights and presents seemed to be in vain. Then, he tried asking your friends, but no one seemed to know what was going on. As far as they knew, nothing had happened. You were doing ok at work. Your family was fine. And as far as they knew, you didn’t have beef with anyone. So it was kind of a mystery. But still, the facts were there : you kept on withdrawing, keeping people at a distance. You were once the life of the party, but you barely went out anymore. Even keeping up with your text messages proved to be difficult. Yet, everyone was getting increasingly worried. They could see the dim smiles, the dark circles, the weight fluctuation… They all tried to be subtle about it, not wanting to be insensitive or too harsh. Until Marshall decided enough was enough.

You had ghosted him for three days. No phone, no text. Nothing. When he showed up at your place, he was immediately taken aback by your gaunt face and hollow eyes. You weren’t alright and he was done being subtle about it. You were curled up on the couch, arms wrapped around your knees. You looked up as he let himself in, your eyes dull and tired. « Thank God I have your spare key » he sighed. « Otherwise, I would have called the cops to report you were missing ». You looked down, mumbling an apology. « We gotta talk » he declared in a voice that was a little sharper than he intended. You turned your head back to him, hough your eyes remained dull and distant. « About what? » you asked. He sighed and sat in the chair across you. « About you » he said. « About whatever’s been eating you alive for the past weeks. I’m tired of pretending like everything’s fine. You think I don’t notice ? You think I don’t see how different you’re acting ? »

Your jaw tightened and you looked away. « I’m fine, Marshall » you mumbled, though even you could tell how unconvincing you sounded. « Stop! » he snapped, his frustration evident. « You’re not fine. You’ve barely said more than five words to me in a day for the past three weeks! You don’t sleep. You don’t eat. You don’t smile. And I’m sick and tired of pretending like everything’s ok when it’s clearly not ». His voice was getting louder and louder, his tone sharp and cutthroat. You couldn’t help the tears from welling in your eyes and, for a second, you were pretty sure you were going to lash out at him. But instead, your face crumpled and you let out a shaky breath. « I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Marshall » you whispered, your voice cracking. « I don’t know. I just feel like… There’s no purpose. I have no purpose. Like nothing I do matters. I wake up, and I don’t see the point of getting up. No purpose ».

Your words hit him like a punch to the gut. He stood up and crossed the room in a few quick strides, taking a seat on the couch, right next to you. You tried to turn away but he gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. « Listen to me » he said, his voice low but steady. « You do have a purpose. You do matter. You matter to me. I don’t care what’s gong on in that beautiful head of yours, I’m not letting you drown in it. We’ll figure this out together. But you need to let me in and tell me how you’re feeling, babe ». You nodded, letting your tears spill over. « I don’t even know where to start » you quietly sobbed.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. For the first time in weeks, you allowed yourself to anger in his embrace, instead of pushing him away after a couple of seconds. He held you against his chest, gently stroking your hair as you sobbed, letting out the storm that had been going on inside your mind, that was too much for you to put into words. You stayed like this for what felt like hours, Marshall never letting go of you, whispering sweet words of reassurance. « We just start here, Y/N. You and me. You’re not alone. I’m here. ». Eventually, exhaustion took over and you fell asleep, your head resting against his chest, your breath uneven but steady. But Marshall couldn’t follow suit. Your words kept on echoing in his mind. The way you said you don’t see the point of getting up, that you had no purpose… You had said it with such emptiness, like the thought had been carved into your very soul. He could see the pain, the suffering in your eyes. He could hear it in your voice. And he wished he could take it away, suffer in your place. All he wanted was to make you happy. You were the love of his life, a beautiful soul, and you deserved nothing but happiness. And he couldn’t sleep until he found a way to give it to you. Sadly, words wouldn’t do. He needed something more. Something real, tangible. Something that would bring back the light in your eyes.

And then, like a lightbulb flickering in the darkness, he had an idea.

The next day, your boyfriend found himself standing in the middle of an animal shelter. To say he was feeling out of his element would be the understatement of the year. He’d had a few pets in his day, but he had sworn off them a long time ago, arguing that they required too much work, too much energy. But maybe it was exactly what you needed. Something that would require work and energy, that would give you a reason to get out of bed. The sound of barking and meowing filled the air as he walked past rows pf cages. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was looking for, but he knew he’d recognize it when he saw it. And he did. There was a small dog waddling inside one of the kennels, its stubbly legs moving unevenly. He had a misshapen ear that flopped to one side, a patchy coat that looked like it has seen better days and a back leg that didn’t quite work right. It wasn’t conventionally cute but it had the kind of charm that he knew would tug at your heart. He’d seen you at the market, picking up bruised apples and misshapen tomatoes, sad that nobody else would want them. He saw you pour your heart not the smallest things, believing they deserved love too. Hell, you had taken him in, of all people. That had to be the ultimate sign you didn’t mind things - or people - being a little broken.

He pointed the dog to the staff member that was with him. « That’s Ralph. This little guy came in a few months ago » she explained. « He’s got some mobility issues and… well, he’s not the first one people ask about but he’s a good one. Loves cuddles and, despite the leg thing, walks, too ». Marshall crouched down, holding his hand out. Ralph sniffed it tentatively, then licked his fingers before flopping over on its side, demanding belly rubs. Marshall laughed and indulged him. He could already picture you with him. « This is the one » he said with a smile.

When he got to your place, Ralph waddled awkwardly behind him, its tiny legs working double-time to keep up. He’d picked up a few essentials - a bed, food, a leash, a couple of toys - but he knew the dog wouldn’t need much to win you over. You were in the living room, curled up on the couch with a blanket around your shoulders. You looked up as Marshall walked in, your eyes tired but curious. « What’s going on? » you asked, your voice soft. Instead of answering, your boyfriend stepped aside, revealing the little dog, who waddled into view, its mismatched body moving with clumsy determination. You let out a gasp, sitting up straight as the dog barked once, a cheerful and awkward sound that definitely matched his appearance. « Marshall…? What…? » you whispered, hands flying to your mouth.

« I heard what you said, » he told you, his voice steady but gentle. « About not having a reason to get up in the morning. And I figured maybe this little guy could help with that. » He gestured to Ralph, who was now sniffing the corner of the coffee table. « He’s not perfect. He’s got a bum leg and kind of a funky look, but… I thought maybe you’d see him the way you see those lopsided peaches at the market. The ones you always say deserve love, even if no one else thinks so. » Tears filled your eyes, spilling over as you slid off the couch to kneel on the floor. The dog trotted over to you, tail wagging furiously, and licked at your hands. You laughed through your tears, scooping the little guy into your lap and cradling him like he was the most precious thing in the world.« He’s perfect, » you whispered, your voice trembling. « Absolutely perfect. » Marshall knelt beside you, watching as you showered your new friend with affection. « He’s yours, » he said. « And he’s gonna need you. You’ll have to help him get around sometimes, maybe even carry him when he’s having a rough day. But I thought… I thought you could take care of each other. »

You looked up at him, eyes filled with gratitude and something else—something that had been missing for too long. Hope. « Thank you, » you said, your voice thick with emotion. « I… I don’t even know what to say. » He gave you a smile and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. « You don’t have to say anything. Just get up tomorrow morning and love him. That’s it ».

[sakuralovespossums]

okok so im not the person that asked if u take requests BUT may i pretty pls request hcs for master shake x someone who's like.. the opposite of him??? could be gn but preferably fem 😭 my idea is like.. reader is soft spoken, actually cares about meatwad, pretty darn feminine..... yk u get the gist. ty vro currently under hurricane watch 😛

Human Master Shake x Fem Reader who’s his total opposite!

General HCs

When Shake went around bragging about his new girlfriend, everyone just thought he was lying like usual and ignored him. That is until they actually met you and HOLLY HELL how tf did Shake of all people manage to pull a sweetie like you?!

You’re kind, soft spoken, bubbly and always dressed in pastel colored feminine clothing and glittery makeup. You always know just what to say and easily make friends with anybody you meet

Then there’s Shake…who’s…….Shake

He acts all surprised and offended to see people act shocked when finding out you two are together

“Of course we’re together!! You think I wouldn’t be able to hit this sweet piece of cake?”

*Smacks your ass, causing you to jump and glare at him*

Deep down tho, he’s REALLY kinda insecure about your relationship and is worried your only dating him cuz you want something from him and will ditch him at any moment

It doesn’t help that he has a shitty track record with women Svetlana and Freda

But you get that and are pretty patient. So you take your time with him and try to get him to slowly open up and be more vulnerable around you when you guys are alone. Wether that’d be cooking together, running errands, cuddling on the bed, and other mundane stuff

Shake acts annoyed and bored by all this at first, but over time begins to secretly enjoy it and feels more comfortable being with you

Like he’s shocked he doesn’t just like you for your sweet tits and ass!! He now actively seeks you out all the time cuz you’re the only person who makes him feel……..relaxed? Content? He doesn’t get it but he also can’t get enough of it!

Because of this, Shake grows more possessive/jealous. He will glare at anybody who looks at you and will snatch you away when your talking too long to other people

Doesn’t care who they are, he will let them known that you. are. HIS!!!!!

He feels justified in his possessiveness tho with how naive and too trusting you can be towards other people, making you easy prey for creeps who wanna take advantage of your kindness and good looks I kinda modeled your personality after Girlfriend from Friday Night Funkin

Despite being a bit of an airhead, there are random moments where you just say the most out of nowhere intelligent stuff ever that leaves everyone (especially Frylock) stumped

Despite liking you, Shake is still an asshole and can say/do some pretty dick-ish things to you sometimes. You quickly beat his ass reprimand him for it. You’re patient but not a pushover!!!

Shake groans as you drag him along on your usual shopping sprees, carrying home bags of new clothes and makeup from Forever 21, Victoria’s Secret, and Sephora. Meanwhile he’s blushing so hard cuz HOLY SHIT YOUR HOLDING HIS HAND!!!!!!

Peeks under your short skirt whenever he can

You know that 13-in-one shampoo bottle meme? That’s you and Shake

Your aesthetic is like NewJeans, Marina,pink core y2k (you) clashed with ICP, rap rock, horror core (Shake) I don’t know any other bands besides ICP I’m so sorry!

He smells (slightly) less after you forced him to start using hygiene products

He ALWAYS has you on his lap. Wether it’s the bed, couch, Carl’s pool, doesn’t matter

You love cuddling on his lap when he’s watching TV on the sofa, kissing all over his neck and face as he grows redder and redder

Other times he’ll get you back by suddenly ducking down and straight up tongue wrestle you with a sick smirk. His large frame not letting you go anywhere

Sure, you’ll often tease and fluster him. But he’ll also show you your place and leave you a mess too ;)

One time, he took you to an ICP concert and you were both decked out in the whole goth rocker outfit like in the Juggalo episode. God, he couldn’t believe how sexy you looked going from pretty pink to hardcore goth!

Shake cooks for you often after you compliment his meals. It fills him with a type of pride he doesn’t feel from telling others his usual made up stories

You like to hug him from behind as he stirs a pot on the stove, wearing the cute pink apron you insisted he wear he’s such a housewife

Shake still acts bored and annoyed when you try to be soft with him, but you get that that’s just how he is and go along with it while teasing him

He just grumbles into your chest. When Meatwad mentions how soft he gets around you, Shake just chases him with a bat

Shake is noticeably more mellow when you’re around. But that’s only when you around. Once you leave, he goes right back to being an ass to his roommates and neighbor. Please have him move out and live with you already!!!

Relationship with other characters

You and Meatwad instantly get along!

You guys always play together in his room with his dolls. You even gave him some of your old ones, which he loved so much!! Meanwhile Shake glares from the corner

He always goes to you for questions when Frylock is too busy only to be scared off by Shake, much to your frustration

You even exchanged phone numbers so that he can call/text you whenever he needs someone to talk to Shake has deleted his number off your phone numerous times and stopped when you confronted him about it. Now he just breaks Meatwad’s phone

Whenever Shake bullies Meatwad, he threatens him that he’ll tell him on you which instantly makes him panic

Frylock was skeptical when first meeting you. Did Shake pay you to act like his girlfriend? No, not even money could make someone pretend to like Shake. Did he brainwash you with one of his devices?

Regardless, he soon came to appreciate your company and is just glad there’s finally another sensible adult around here besides him!

He’s also appreciative of you for making his life less stressful by keeping Shake in check and being a friend/guardian figure to Meatwad

You like checking out whatever new invention he’s working on and even test some out (as super dangerous as that is)

Sometimes you both stand by the front porch and make chit chat while watching Shake and Meatwad annoy Carl

Oh yeah, Carl……

This greasy ass man is always hitting on you, no matter how many times you tell him you have 0 interest and are already taken

After a while, you become…….not friends but…..acquaintances is the right word. He still hits on you bcuz it’s Carl

“So I just got my pool decked out and it’s uhh….pretty hot out. Was wonderin if…maybe you know….you wanna stop by for a swim in your uhh….favorite bikini. Maybe like the smallest pair ya got………really shows off your boobs and—

*Gets blown up. You turn around to see Shake holding a bazooka*

NSFW stuff

Listen, listen!! I know we all like to imagine Shake as a pathetic attention whore sub!! BUT I also like to imagine him as a selfish dom with a size kink and fat dick that he doesn’t know how to use lmao

You’re just so smol and soft, he can’t help it!!!

He can’t get over how your strawberry scent always lingers on his skin, your soft voice, the way your back arches……..aw shit, did he bust already?

Gets a boner just from smelling your perfume scent

You’re both whiny brats crying for attention. You for his cuddles and dick. Him for your praises

Like I said in my last Shake x Reader fic, he burned all your toys!!! You didn’t talk to him for a week after that, which left him SO upset!!

Frylock: notices your bite marks “Oh my god, y/n!! Did a wolf attack you?!”

You: “Hmm? Oh, that’s just Shake!”

Fun Fact: Shake’s jizz tastes like pistachio milkshake

[tommydarlings]

Tous les mêmes | t.w

pairing: toto wolff x reader

warnings: none

w/c: 0.9k

summary: You absolutely hated it when men raised their voice at you, what was pretty much your fathers fault… you really though that it would be different with toto but let’s be honest, what did you expect when you started dating a man that could be your father.

song suggestion: tous les mêmes by stromae

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You hated it when people yelled at you. You despised it. Especially when men were the ones that were doing it, thinking they can yell at you wherever and whenever they want because you are such a tiny and almost breakable little women that never opens her mouth.

You especially hated it because it always reminds you of how your father yelled at you back then.

His voice was always loud and deep, sometimes you still hear it ringing in your ears and just hope that it’s gonna go away as quick as it came. He never touched you or harmed you in any physical kind of way but definitely mental.

As soon as you left your father, you thought that it would stop. That you would never need to hear and face a man yelling at you ever again but your love life had different plans.

No man ever hit you or generally raised his hand, but definitely his voice. You were yelled at, cursed at, and other not really enjoyable things in the past from your ex-boyfriends and you thought that it would be different with him but let’s be honest… stromae was right with his song 'tous le memes', they are really all the same.

And also… what did you expect when you started dating a 51 year old man that could actually be your father. Of course it reminds you of him then but you were always a bit to oblivious and dumb when it came to loving someone, especially older man.

You bit your lip while tears blurred your vision as you looked up at your way taller boyfriend, hands grabbing your shirt in a rather tight grip. You were really angry and you couldn’t be angry at someone, especially the man that you love, without being on the edge of crying.

“Y/n! For the last time, I know Sandra for years, okay?! Longer than you!” Toto yelled at you from across the kitchen. You only shook your head, bottom lip already trembling.

Toto obviously noticed that, “Do not cry right now little one, you have no right to cry now.” He quickly told you with a tiny grin on his lips.

He was even smiling.

You gulped, “A-Are you serious Toto? It doesn’t matter!” You usually never raised your voice but you felt like you couldn’t hold it back anymore. “You were talking to her way more than to me!”

Your angry boyfriend sighed loudly, “What should I talk about with my own girlfriend that I’m seeing everyday, y/n!” He shouted at you from across the room.

You felt the first couple of tears sliding down your cheeks, eyes still focused on how his jaw was clenching and how his furious eyes were starring at your trembling figure.

Did you already mention that you hated men yelling at you? Probably.

“I-I don’t know-”

“Look!, you don’t even fucking know yourself y/n!” He said in a really uncomfortably loud tone. Finger angrily pointing at you.

You choked back a sob, bottom lip now trembling even more whilst your fingers were still clenching the bottom of your oversized T-shirt that was actually his bit you kind of wished it wouldn’t be his right now.

You were looking like a child getting yelled at for eating the candy that you weren’t supposed to eat because you’ve already had enough and Toto knew that.

“Like c'mon little one, don’t argue with me about utter bullshit, you know that I hate that.” He argued, voice now a bit quieter but still filled with anger and probably also slight hatred. You nodded, not knowing what else your supposed to do,

“I'm s-sorry.” You sniffled, tears not really stopping as your head hang low.

You raised your hand and wiped some of the tears away as new ones were already making their way down your cheeks again but then you felt two big hands grappling your wrist and pulling your hands off of your face.

You raised your head again and looked up at your still kind of angry looking boyfriend but now with a tiny not so mean grin on his face. The older man lowered your arms and grabbed your cheeks with his big hands, thumbs now wiping your tears away.

He sighed, “It’s okay y/n baby, it’s okay.” Toto muttered quietly while he was rubbing your back. You drew your gaze up to the way taller man infront of you and went on your tippy toes, leaning forward. He chuckled,

“Oh come here.”

He said to you before his hands got a hold of your hips and picked you up, carrying you now and leaning forward to capture your lips in a lovely kiss, thumbs stroking your skin.

You smiled into the kiss before you wrapped your arms around his neck. Toto also smiled, fingers squeezing your flesh. You squealed and briefly broke the kiss before you went in for another one as you felt him making his way up to the stairs.

“I am so sorry that I yelled at you baby, I know you hate that.” He apologised while he opened the door to the bedroom.

You retreated your lips from his and looked at him, “it’s okay-”

“No it’s not little one and you know it.”

You didn’t say anything, instead, you leaned forward and kissed him again, hands now intertwining themselves into the roots of his soft short hair.

“I love you so much.” Toto mumbled quietly before you two went on kissing. “I love you too.” You quickly told him as your kissing got a bit rougher and faster, both of you losing themselves in each other.

[threewaywithdelusion]

Flirting with Danger (Robin & Eddie & Steve snippet)

“Hey, Eddie? Why do you flirt with Steve so much?”

Eddie froze. Eddie was always in motion, so it was strange to see him still. Eddie thought he ran, but that wasn’t true. He deflected, he made himself larger than life, turned parts of himself that he was confident about into a target. Unless he was really, really afraid. Then he froze. 

Robin understood his other habits. She babbled when she was nervous. She preferred being teased for talking too much or for being a klutz than the other things she was worried people noticed about her. 

But Robin had never used outrageously flirting with Steve as a tactic. She’d made fun of him, sure, but it had been hilarious watching The Hair strike out with literally every single girl who’d ever walked into Scoops Ahoy. 

What Eddie was doing was different. 

Robin forged on, her mouth running ahead of her brain, as usual. “Cause, like, I get it. He’s pretty and all and he makes some really funny faces when you do that. But he doesn’t really reciprocate so I would have stopped by now if I were you, but who knows, I’ve never even been on a date so maybe my problem is that I give in early. Oh my god. Maybe you’re actually doing this right.”

Eddie raised his hands in a wide gesture. “Woah, Buckley, chill. And lower your voice.”

Robin looked around. They were still alone, the only ones in Steve’s living room. But she understood why Eddie was afraid of this conversation being overheard, even if she thought anyone with eyeballs must have realized he was hitting on Steve by now. Except maybe Mike Wheeler, who was blind to just about everything, and Dustin, who was still determined to set Steve up with either Robin or Nancy, and Lucas, who was still distracted with his girlfriend’s recovery. 

Okay, maybe not everyone had noticed. 

“Sorry,” Robin said. “But come on, you can tell me.”

Eddie looked around again, then leaned in dramatically. “Okay, this is going to sound stupid, but. I don’t know how well you knew Steve a few years ago.”

“Not well. We had Mrs. Click’s class together two years ago, but besides that our paths never really crossed.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “Well Steve and I didn’t exactly run in the same circles, but we ran in overlapping ones. I was a junior when he was a sophomore, and then we were seniors together. And I’ve been dealing to the basketball jocks for years, so I saw him around at parties and shit. And he was… very different than he is now.”

“You don’t have to tell me that Steve was an asshole. I know that.” Robin eyed Eddie, confused on what this had to do with all the flirting. Was Eddie just irresistibly into people who did hardcore self-improvement? “He knows that too, by the way.”

“I guess,” Eddie said. “I mean, he seems to. But that kind of evolution? It’s basically unbelievable, right. Like, if I wrote some DnD campaign where someone started out as a villain like that and turned into the hero, no one would buy it.”

Robin was taken aback.

Hold up. This wasn’t lovestruck gushing. The only person allowed to insult Steve like that was Robin. Maybe Dustin on a good day. 

“He wasn’t a villain,” Robin said heatedly. “He was an asshole and an idiot, but he was no worse than every other jock who goes to our school and he was a hell of a lot better than a lot of them, even then.”

Eddie’s face turned dark. “You didn’t hear the shit he said.”

No, she hadn’t. She’d overheard sometimes, when he’d called some kid or another a freak or a nerd, but she’d had no reason to hang around Steve back when they’d both been in high school. She was thankful for that sometimes. She knew Steve was different now and that he regretted the things he’d said and done in the past. But it was easier to forgive him when she didn’t know exactly what he was guilty of. 

“He can’t have been worse than Billy Hargrove. Or Jason Carver.”

Eddie scoffed. “Yeah, cause being better than Billy Hargrove or the guy who convinced the whole town I was in a satanic cult and then tried to murder me is a real selling point. What a high bar.”

He leaned in closer to her. “He was a bully, Robin. He made life awful for kids like me. Like those kids in there.” He jabbed a finger at the kitchen, where Steve was teaching The Party how to cook. “The nerds, the geeks, the outcasts, the queers. And I guess you and I and those kids are proof that he doesn’t care about the bullshit high school social hierarchy anymore. But there are some things people still hold against you out here in the real world.”

Robin scoffed. “So you’re trying to prove that Steve — Steve who fights monsters from another dimension off with a baseball bat and babysits a bunch of fifteen-year-old nerds — is still the guy you knew?” Robin fought to keep her volume down when she wanted to scream. “Cause Steve is the best person I know. He’s brave and selfless and so fucking kind, like good from the bottom of his soul, and he’s a little vain and a little slow but he isn’t anything worse than that. And fuck you for thinking that kind of thing about my best friend.”

Eddie shook his head slowly. “I’m not denying he’s good to you, Robin. But in this little group, our fucking lives depend on each other. So excuse me for trying to find out if he’s good to people like me.”

Robin only had time to blink before Eddie continued.

“I know flirting with him is insane and maybe a little suicidal. But I just want to know how far I can push him before he snaps. If he’s gonna say some shit or hit someone for acting queer, I’d rather it be me than W- one of those kids. And I’d rather know before I’m trusting him to have my back in a fight against a monster that preys on our fucking fears and traumas.”

Robin stared at Eddie for a long moment. She couldn’t believe that she and Steve had both been wrong. Eddie hadn’t been genuinely flirting with Steve, but he also hadn’t been using Steve as a safe option. Hell, Steve had been so far off it would have been laughable if it wasn’t so sad.

Robin remembered when she’d come out to Steve, stinking of vomit and high out of her mind and just as afraid as she’d been in the secret Russian bunker. 

She understood why Eddie was afraid. She probably would have been too, if she didn’t know Steve like she did. If the drugs hadn’t loosened her tongue and allowed her to tell Steve a secret she’d never shared with anyone else. 

There was only one thing she could think to do. 

“Steve!” Robin called. 

A moment later Steve came running through the doorway, a kitchen knife in his hand. He visibly relaxed when he saw that Robin and Eddie were just sitting on the couch and not being attacked by monsters from the Upside Down. 

“Robin! How many times have we talked about this? If you just scream for me, I’m going to assume something is trying to eat you.”

Robin snorted. “You say that, but you called me in a panic when you ran out of hairspray before a date and you started with the words ‘Robin, this is an emergency. I need your help.’”

Steve dragged a hand over his mouth. “I- okay, I did. But-“

“Anyway,” Robin cut him off. “I wanted to tell you earlier, but all your little ducklings were crowded around you learning how to use a stove.”

“Tell me what?” Steve asked. 

Robin grinned. She pulled a little slip of paper from her pocket and waved it out towards Steve. “Vickie’s digits.”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up in a slightly offensive look of shock. “Holy shit, Robin, you actually managed to get her number?”

He shot a glance at Eddie, probably wondering why Robin was choosing to have this conversation in front of Eddie Munson. 

Robin ignored the look and smirked. “Vickie was complaining about how she hasn’t seen a movie in ages, since the mall burned down. I told her that I work at the video store and that my very platonic best friend has a giant tv we could borrow if she wanted the full experience. And that we could make popcorn and eat candy and do all the things teenagers are supposed to do in movie theaters. And she said ‘everything?” all suggestive and I almost died! And I told her everything, so I need to steal your house and I need you not to be in it.”

Steve sputtered. “You totally stole my line. Oh my god. You said you didn’t want my dating advice, and then you stole my exact pickup line! And my house!”

Robin rolled her eyes. “What’s yours is mine, Dingus. Even your cheesy pickup lines.”

Steve grinned, looking proud. 

Robin beamed back at him. She loved that she could go to Steve, that he was her biggest cheerleader when it came to her love life. That he had never once, from the moment he had learned she was gay, made her feel strange or freakish or different for liking girls. She’d tested him, maybe, a little. In the beginning. When she’d started with innocuous little comments about Molly Ringwald looking generally pretty in the Breakfast Club or the cute girl at Family Video having a nice smile. Steve hadn’t blinked, which had given her the courage to say more, to comment on actress’s collarbones or chests or thighs, to talk about her crushes growing up, to call dibs on customers and be pleasantly surprised when Steve refused to flirt with the girls Robin had chosen, even if they were hopelessly straight and even if they flirted with him first. 

Robin had never trusted anyone the way she trusted Steve, with every part of herself, knowing that there was nothing she could show him that would make him love her less. 

Eddie was staring between them, dark eyes wide in shock and disbelief. 

“Wait,” Eddie said, waving his arms wildly. He pointed at Robin. “You are a lesbian?”

Robin nodded. “Yep! 100% all into the ladies.”

She knew Eddie was safe. There had been rumors about him being gay for years and she’d just watched him spend the past several weeks flirting with Steve Harrington of all people. He’d all but just told her he was queer. But it was still terrifying. She’d only ever told Steve, and she’d been high on Russian truth serum then. 

Robin’s heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. Her hands were trembling. 

Steve, bless his head of beautiful hair, realized at that moment that Eddie hadn’t already known about Robin. He walked closer very quickly, putting himself between Robin and Eddie as best as he could while he was standing and they were both sitting on the couch. 

It was a sweet gesture, especially from a man who had lost every fight he’d ever been in. 

“And you,” Eddie said, swinging to point his finger at Steve, jabbing it into his stomach, “knew about this?”

Robin could only see the side of Steve’s face, but he was watching Eddie with a hard look. “If you have a problem, you and I can take this outside.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped. He looked from Steve, to Robin, then back to Steve. 

Steve didn’t move. 

“Holy shit,” Eddie said, more to himself than anything. 

Steve tensed. 

“I don’t have a problem,” Eddie said, leaning back against the couch in an artful slouch. He turned to look at Robin, trying to hide his wide-eyed surprise behind a casual look. “Damn Robin, good for you, finding love in the apocalypse. While the rest of us suffer the woes of portals to hell and the perils of monster attacks, you’ve actually gone and found yourself true love.”

Robin smiled. “Or a movie date. You know. One of the two.”

Steve was looking between the two of them, his brow furrowed in that adorable look of confusion that he got sometimes. 

“I don’t understand anything that just happened here,” he said. 

Robin snorted. She was about to tell Steve that he should mind his business when Eddie said, still in that fake-casual tone, “I’m gay.”

Steve blinked, his eyebrows raising slightly. He looked taken aback. “Um, yeah.” He glanced at Robin, then back to Eddie. “I know I’m not the sharpest bulb in the box, but I’m really good at reading people. Especially when they’re flirting. Flirting is my specialty. You were really obvious, man.”

Eddie’s dark eyes were wide as he watched Steve. 

Steve pushed his hair back nervously. “Was I not supposed to know that?”

Slowly, a grin grew on Eddie’s face. “No, that makes sense. I was just making sure we were on the same page.”

Steve started frowning again. “About…? Oh. Wait. Is this- are you trying to ask me out? Because, I’m flattered dude, but I’m not- I mean. I like girls. A girl. Who doesn’t like me back, but, you know, the heart wants what it wants and all that shit.”

Eddie shot Robin an incredulous look. She gave him a close-lipped smile and a nod. 

Yeah, dude. Her best friend was awesome. 

“No, Steve,” Eddie said. “I’m not trying to ask you out. The last person I wanted to date got murdered by a super-powered psychopath right in front of me and it was quite traumatizing, so I think I’m taking a break from all that dating-slash-falling-in-love stuff for a while.”

Steve’s face scrunched up as he thought for a long moment. “Patrick?”

Robin snorted, feeling hopelessly fond. 

Eddie looked stupefied. “Chrissy, Steve. Remember Chrissy? Who was beautiful and sweet and not actually trying to murder me for starting a cult?”

“But… Chrissy’s a girl?” 

“I like both, man,” Eddie said.

“Oh,” Steve said. Then a second later, “That’s a thing?”

Eddie laughed. He had a look in his eye, like he still couldn’t quite believe Steve was taking this so well but he was grateful for every second of it. 

“Like Bowie,” Robin tried to explain. “He likes both.”

Eddie snapped his fingers and pointed at Robin. “Exactly. Bowie’s metal as fuck.”

Steve looked like he was about to say something when Dustin’s voice came from the kitchen “Steve! Come tell Mike he’s doing it wrong!”

“I’m not doing it wrong! The pasta’s supposed to look like that.”

“No pasta is ever supposed to look like that,” Erica’s voice sounded loudly over the rest. “What? Just the facts!”

“My mom’s pasta looks like that.” That was Will. 

Then Dustin again. “Thanks for proving my point, dude. Steve!”

Steve was smiling softly as the kids all roared for his approval. 

“Go help your kids, Dingus,” Robin said. “And know that I’m not eating anything made by Mike or Dustin.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve said. “I’ll make you something else. Eddie?”

Eddie grinned. “Nah man, I’m with you. It’s our job to eat whatever the little shits made and pretend it’s good, right?”

Steve grimaced. “Yeah.”

He left, muttering about being the goddamn babysitter under his breath. 

Robin turned to Eddie, eyebrows up, expectant. 

“Alright, fine! I believe I owe the Lady my apologies,” Eddie said. “I didn’t mean to malign your best friend’s honor and besmirch his good name.”

[weemsfreak]

Fangs

Larissa Weems x fVampireReader

Larissa Weems gets into trouble at a conference. Her girlfriend comes to her rescue. Larissa knows her girlfriend pretty well, but she's not a vampire, is she?

Warnings: Mention of sexual assault (not detailed), restraint, blood

Sometimes, you can get ahead of yourself. Sometimes, you don't communicate as well as you should. You let your emotions get the best of you, and you don't let others change your mind, even though you may be in the wrong. Someone else who was exactly like this, was your girlfriend, Larissa Weems. Of course, you could put up with her, you would put up with her, for you loved her like you loved no other. She was graceful, ethereal, proper, kind, comforting, stunning, and charming, all while you were…well, you. Some say opposites attract, and while you and her were opposites in ways, you were the same in others.

Larissa was away for the weekend at a school conference. This conference was Saturday to Monday, but she said that she would be back Monday morning to attend to some business at Nevermore. You weren't a teacher at Nevermore Academy. Yes, you lived in Larissa’s quarters with her at the school (whether you were allowed to was another thing), but you worked in Jericho at your own antique store. You would travel and pick out antiques and thrift old fashioned clothing, and bring them back to your store. People in Jericho loved it, and so did you. You were also an outcast, one way in which you were similar to Larissa. Alas, she didn't know you attended Nevermore as a student due to you being a bit younger than her. In fact, she didn't know that you were an outcast at all. It's not that you were ashamed of being a vampire, it was actually really cool. It's just that, well, when you met her, she had assumed that you were a normie. She had come into the shop looking for an antique broach. When you found out that she was the headmistress of Nevermore, you didn't want to steal her thunder. You didn't want her to question you about being an outcast, or ask about where you'd come from. Growing up, your mother was always two steps ahead of you. Everyone that you knew back home also knew your mother, and anything, ANYTHING that you did related back to her. She would say "Don’t embarrass me" or "Be mature, you're representing me as a person." She knew about everything, and when people wanted to talk to you or about you, they would go to her instead. This made you feel like an extension of your mother, instead of being your own person. When you moved to Jericho, you left her behind in your hometown, but somehow, you carried that feeling with you. You had a really hard time believing that you were your own person, and that you could tell people things about you without them going back to your mother. So as it happened, Larissa didn’t know that you were a vampire, but for no apparent reason. You wore sunglasses but not all the time, so she didn’t question it. You drank your blood in places that she couldn't see, and you ate normal meals with her. You hid your fangs, you didn’t shift around her, you hid your strength, you were pretty good at hiding it all. You longed for, yet were scared for the day that you told your girlfriend about your ability. You hoped that she wouldn't be mad at you for keeping it a secret.

On Monday morning, you awoke to no Larissa. You didn’t think it was weird at first, perhaps she was working, or maybe she just wasn't home yet. But, as the day went on, you became increasingly worried about her. She could have decided to stay for the last day of the conference, or perhaps she was mad at you about the small fight you had before she left. It was stupid, really stupid, but you both were bad at backing down. You had been texting and calling her all day, just to make sure that she was coming home to you tonight. You stepped out onto the balcony from your bedroom, letting the frigid air hit you. It was past lunch now, and something in your stomach turned. Something inside made you anxious, nervous, impatient. You called her again, no answer. You had this sense sometimes, like a witch. When you felt like something bad might happen, it did. This feeling never failed. It could be anything really, but you knew what it probably was.

Twenty minutes later, you were in your car, driving to where her conference was held. You were probably just overthinking it, you did that a lot. You were probably wasting your time driving two hours to her, when she would be just fine. She'd tell you "You worry too much, darling" or she'd say "I can take care of myself." You knew she could, she has proved that time and time again. Yet, you couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't okay, that she hadn't taken care of herself. You left her voicemail after voicemail, driving as fast at you could to the hotel she was staying at.

"Hi, my friend is staying here for a conference. I know you aren’t supposed to give room numbers out, but she isn't answering me and I'm worried." "What's her name?" "Larissa Weems." The front desk woman hummed, "Yes, she was supposed to check out this morning." You furrowed your brows, you knew that, it was weird. "222" the woman whispered to you. "Thank you" you smiled before making your way to the second level. You found her room and knocked on the door, praying that she would answer. You knocked again when no answer came. Perhaps she was at the conference? You thought she would at least text you and let you know she was staying, if that was the case. As you started down the hall towards the lobby to check in the conference rooms, you heard loud voices coming from room 228. They were laughing and being so loud that it was obnoxious. "What a freak" you heard some guy grit, muffled through the door. You stopped, were they drunk at lunch time on a Monday? "A shapeshifter, of all things" another guy laughed. The conference was meant for faculty of outcast schools, so it made sense that other outcasts, other shapeshifters, would be here. You walked up to the door, placing your ear against it. "What should we do with her?" you heard a voice question. Her? A shapeshifter? You knew being a shapeshifter was rare, but there could be multiple around. A cleaner then caught your attention as they walked by and stopped at the room adjacent to you. You took this as your opportunity to asses the situation.

You knocked on the door, "Room service" you hollered. As the men went quiet, you knocked again. You heard a muffled, "We didn't order room service, did we?" and footsteps moving toward the door. As a man opened it, he was met with the cleaning person in the hallway, and no room service. "What the hell" he stated, slamming the door shut. You, being a vampire and all, had shifted into your animal form, a small bat, and flown into the corner of the room when the door opened. You perched on the ceiling, looking around the room. There was a man on the bed, laid out and tied to the headboard by his arms. He looked familiar to you, but why? As you stared at him, you quickly realized why you knew him. It wasn’t often that you saw him, but often enough. Long green coat with a high collar, hair so blonde it could be white, tall with nice leather shoes. Your heart lurched in your chest when you concluded that the man was in fact, Larissa. This man was Larissa's default opposite gender form, one she easily switched into for whatever reason. You figured she probably shifted to gain strength, to hopefully break free from her restraints. Alas, with no luck. As you assessed the three men, you deduced that one of them was a siren, one was a telepath, and one was a werewolf. Really no match for you, you thought, except the siren might get in the way. "What school is this bitch from again?" the telepath asked. "Nevermore" the siren answered. "And she's here alone?" the werewolf questioned. The siren let out a devious chuckle, "Yep." You didn't understand what was going on. How had they grabbed Larissa at a conference? Was there really nobody else around? They were outcasts as well, how could they discriminate against her because of her ability? Woman had no peace in this world, no fucking peace. They were given no breaks from the arrogance of men. As you watched and waited nervously, you saw Larissa slowly shift back to her original form. She could only shift for so long, holding it made her tired and she’d lose her strength to keep her form. Or, she’d become unconscious and morph back into herself. As her head dropped back onto the pillow, you knew it was the ladder, you knew that she had passed out. "I have to say, it's impressive how long she can shift for, and how easily she does it" the werewolf chirped. "Oh shut it" the siren growled. He moved closer to her, sitting on the bed beside her. He brought his hand up to her face, "Such a beauty, too bad she's so pretentious and annoying." Your jaw dropped at his grimy hands in her skin. Larissa wasn't pretentious or annoying, she was confident and professional, and she was damn good at her job. "And way too tall" the telepath added. The siren moved onto the bed, straddling Larissa's lower legs. "Let's see what's under this dress" he smirked as he brought his hands to the bottom of it. You assessed his proximity, he was close enough to you that you could tackle him from where you were, and you did just so.

As you let go of the ceiling, you shifted back into your human form and bounced off of the bed, taking him to the floor with you. "What the fuck!" he screamed once you were on top of him, he didn't know what hit him. You didn’t have a plan really, you didn’t have time to come up with one. It didn’t matter though, as once you were on top of him your anger took over, and you sunk your fangs into his neck. As he screamed, you pinned his hands to the floor, draining him of his blood. You haven’t touched a humans blood in so long, it wasn't preferred by you or your morals really. You sucked until you saw him turn pale, then you sat up and wiped your lips. He wasn't dead, you just took enough blood to render him unconscious. You stood up and faced the other men, pulling your knife from your waist. "Any of you motherfuckers want to try something, or would you prefer not to end up on the floor like him" you growled, blood dripping down your chin and neck. Their eyes went wide as they turned and scurried out of the room, slamming the door behind them. You turned to Larissa on the bed and cut the restraints from her wrists. Putting your knife away, you sat beside her and stroked her pale face. You wondered what had happened, and why they did this to her. Besides the rope indents on her wrists, she looked fine, they mustn't have touched her before you arrived. You took her gorgeous face in your hands and kissed her forehead before picking her up off of the bed. "Let's go home my love" you whispered as you carried her out of the room.

Sitting in the car, you remembered that Larissa's things were in her room. Oh well, you'd send for them. You wondered how you had gotten out of the hotel without people questioning why you were carrying an unconscious woman. Perhaps nobody here paid any attention at all. Driving back to Nevermore with Larissa lying in the back seat, you opted not to wake her until she awoke on her own. You hoped that she wouldn't remember what happened when she woke up. If she did, how would you explain to her what the men were trying to do? How would you tell her that you found her two hours away? How would you say that you tackled a man and took his blood and carried her home? You shook your head, tears threatening to spill at the thought of what those men wanted to do to her, what they did do to her.

As you laid in bed that evening, you stared at Larissa. She still wasn't awake, and you were becoming more and more worried at her state. You took in her features, her soft skin and full lips, her long white hair that spilled onto the bed sheets, her tall form that partially made her who she was. Perhaps men would never appreciate a women's beauty, perhaps they would never appreciate your woman's beauty. But no matter, because you did. You appreciated her in all her glory, in all her sauciness, in all her power, in all her helplessness, and in all her forms. You watched wide eyed as she began to stir. She groaned before she opened her eyes, and as yours met those pools of ocean blue, you got the sudden urge to propose to her. You wanted her to be yours, you wanted to protect her, you wanted to make sure that no mans greasy hands ever touched her again. She was yours and nobody else's, she was your baby. Alas, that was probably too much right now, you had only been dating for six months after all. "Y/N?" she mumbled, confused as to why she was at home. You sprang up as you realized that she might be in pain. "Riss baby, are you hurt? How do you feel?" She looked toward the ceiling as she blinked rapidly. "My head hurts." You jumped up to get some medication and water, and you helped her take it. She sat up, eyes wandering around the room. "Why aren't I at the hotel?" she questioned, looking up at you with concern. You cupped her face, "Do you remember anything from the hotel?" Her brows furrowed as she tried to think. "I remember walking out of my room and greeting a man, and then everything went black." Your eyes widened, her brain probably hid the trauma of her being tied to the bed and her shifting in an attempt to break free. You let out a huge sigh, shaking your head. "Riss, the conference is over baby, get some rest." As she rolled onto her side, you climbed back in the bed with her and stroked her hair, hoping to lull her to sleep. You whispered in her ear, "When you wake up I'll make your favorite meal, okay?" and you saw her flash a smile before she fell to slumber. 

[smuts-whore]

Choose <3

Jimmy Uso x female reader ;Jey Uso x female reader

Rating:18+

Warnings:Smut, cheating, angst

Today is the day that Jimmy comes back home after being on the road for a month. Jimmy and I have been in a relationship for almost a year now and it's hard when he's traveling  so I'm happy he comes home today. Knocking me out of my thoughts I hear the door opening and closing.

"Y/N your in here girl" Jimmy asked as I ran down the stairs to jump in his arms hugging him.

He hugged me back and kissed me. When he put me down I looked behind him and Jey. My body tensed up and my heart started beating fast. Lately when I'm around Jey I have a boost of anxiety that hits and I have butterflies in my stomach.

"Hey Y/N. How have you been"he said, hugging me, putting his hand on my lower back very close to my ass.

I hurriedly moved and went to join Jimmy on the couch. 

“I’m so happy you're  home. I’ve missed you more than anything. I was thinking we could go on a date tonight since we didn’t get to do one last time. And maybe after the date we can have a little 34+35 action”, I said tracing my finger on his thigh whispering the last part so Jey couldn’t hear since he was across from us.

“Actually babe I promised the boys that we could go out to the bar tonight. Have some drinks since we’re all off” he said, stopping

my hand by placing his on top of mine, eyes not leaving the tv once. 

“Oh okay that’s cool. We’ll just move our date night to the next time you come home” I said as my heart broke at the fact that he’d rather go get drinks with the people he has been with for a month, instead of spending his time with me.

Jey eyes never left me. He almost looked sorry for me. It made me wonder what he would do if he had a girlfriend. Sometimes I feel like I’m not Jimmy’s at all. He always tells me I’m his and not going anywhere but there is no effort to try to keep me there. I kissed his arm and walked upstairs going to lay down. He doesn't want to spend time with me so neither do I. 

I tucked myself in the covers crying a little because all I want is for my baby to want to spend time with me. Tonight it’s the bar and for the rest of the week it’ll be something else. I slowly drift to sleep. 

I woke up to Jimmy kissing my forehead. I looked up at him and he was dressed to go out. He looked so sexy, enough to eat. I inhaled his scent and pushed my legs together to try to stop the pool from forming in between my legs. I stood on my knees and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him. 

I deepened the kiss and he allowed me. Our tongues fight each other for control. When I won I thought I had him. I moved one of my arms to take his hand and put it inside of my shorts. He groaned at how wet he made me. Right when I thought he was going to rub me he moved his hand and backed away from me. I know this bitch is playing. 

“Baby you know I’m going out with the boys. I’ll handle that when I get back home. I promise I won’t be long”, he said walking out of the room leaving me frustrated. 

Four hours have passed, it is currently 2 am and Jimmy is not home yet. To top that it is raining like hell outside. I started to worry about him because he never called me either and that’s unusual. When I went to call him there was a knock on the door. I figured it was him because he always forgot his keys. 

“Thank god I thought something-” I said stopping my sentence to see it was not Jimmy, it was Jey. He was soaked from the rain and let me say he looked sexy as fuck. The water just falling on him and the house lights on him perfectly. 

I didn’t realize I was staring until he said,”You're just going to stand there staring or you're gonna let me in. It’s kind of cold.”

I blushed, moving aside so he could enter the house. He watched as I walked away because I had on some short spandex biker shorts and a crop top. I handed him a blanket and he gladly took it, wrapping it around him to warm up. 

“What’s up Jey? Where’s Jimmy”, I asked.

“I don’t know. I left them an hour ago because I was worried about you in this weather” he said, making my heart swell. 

“Well thank you. I really needed that”, I said, hugging him, not caring if he was wet. 

“Someone with a ass like yours should not be left alone for 5 minutes” he said, rubbing up and down my back. 

Something came over me and I looked up and stared into his eyes. They were so filled with lust I couldn’t help myself. I reached up and connected our lips. He dropped the blanket, picking me up as I put my legs around his waist. He trailed kissing all over my neck looking for that spot. When he found it I let out a soft moan. He grinned against my neck carrying me upstairs to the room. 

He threw me on the bed and I started taking off my clothes as Jey watched. 

When I was fully naked he whispered,”You are so fucking beautiful.”

He took off his clothes and I watched in awe at his body. When he was completely naked I grabbed his dick and he slapped my hand away. I looked up at him shocked. 

“No. Tonight is about making you feel the way you deserve to” he said as I moaned at his powerful words. 

He flipped me around on all fours. He rubbed his thumb between my folds and groaned at how wet I was. 

“Are you always this wet” he asked, slowly rubbing my clit. 

I whined and said,”Maybe you’ll have to stick around to find out daddy.”

He smacked my ass making me jolt forward slightly. A surprised, loud moan escaped my lips and he licked a strip up my cunt. He mumbled how  good I tasted and started eating me like a starved man. I gripped the sheets moaning like crazy at the pleasure I was feeling. It became overwhelming. I reached behind me and tried pushing his head away but it didn’t work. He grabbed my arms holding them down behind my back. 

“FUCKKKKK”, left my lips as I came, back arching and legs shaking. 

He licked up everything that came out of me and got up. He flipped me over on my back while stroking his length. He hit his dick against my pussy, teasing me.

I groaned and said,”Omg Jey put it in! Please daddy.”

“Needy little thing” he said, smirking at my begging as he entered me. 

My back immediately arching in the air due to him stretching me out. He started thrusting at a slow but deep speed. 

“You don’t know how long I have waiting to be in this tight, wet, pussy baby” he said, groaning, slowly losing himself in my body. 

He rubbed my nipples in his hands, speeding up his thrust. 

“Omg don’t stop! RIGHT THERE DADDY”, I moaned as he hit my spot with every thrust causing me to rub my clit fast chasing my orgasm. I felt the knot in my stomach forming. 

“Please daddy can I cum”, I begged as my legs started shaking uncontrollably. 

“Go ahead baby, come on daddy’s cock. Let it all go”, he said, speeding up more at an inhuman speed causing me to explode. 

I came so hard my vision was white and no sound could come out my mouth. When I came back to reality Jey’s thrust was getting sloppy and his dick was twitching inside me. 

“Where do you want it baby”,he asked, groaning, losing his shit.

I pulled off of him and put his dick in my mouth, milking him by sucking the tip. 

He moaned as he burst in my mouth. When all his load was in my mouth, I swallowed all of it and stuck my tongue out to show him. He groaned and kissed me. 

It’s been 4 months since that night and me and Jey have been sleeping together ever since then. When they were on the road we would facetime after me and Jimmy. 

Right now they’re back home. Jimmy’s somewhere with Solo and Jey is 9 inches deep in me. Of course I feel bad about it, it’s just too good to stop. Jimmy has been changing slowly, showing me more attention and spending time with me but a part of me still wants Jey, it’s actually very confusing. 

I was a moaning mess as I scratched at Jey’s back. We jumped and covered ourselves when the door opened, revealing a hurt Jimmy. 

“Wow I was right”, he said as tears fell down his cheeks and his voice cracked. 

“I am so sorry baby. Please believe me. Jey was here when you weren't. When I needed you. It just went far”, I said, getting up holding his hand. 

Jey said,”I’m sorry Uce but I love Y/N. I couldn’t stand watching how you treated her so I needed to make her feel love.”

Jimmy sighed and rubbed my cheek wiping away my tears. 

“He’s right. I didn’t do you right and I’m sorry for that. Do you love him”, he said. 

“I don’t know but I still love you”, I said crying harder. 

Jimmy said,” I hate to do this to you mama but you have to choose one of us. Him or me?”

I sighed knowing I have to pick one of them. I walked up to Jey putting my forehead against his. Both of us crying, knowing where this is going. 

“I love you but we have to stop. I love you but I’m in love with Jimmy. Maybe if I would have met you first I would have made a different decision”, I said, playing in his hair. 

He said,”I will always love you Y/N and I’m always here for you.”

He got up, got dressed and kissed my forehead before walking out. I watched him walk out and I felt an empty pit in my heart. Jimmy held me as I wondered if I made the right decision. 

[bianca-the-godness-of-venus]

𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔-𝑩𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑𝟗𝟐𝟑

𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩, 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛

𝐖𝐚𝐫��𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

Ever since you were little you’ve established some rules about men and relationships. For example, you wanted them to treat you right, which included no swearing at you or other bad words , and of course, no violence such as hitting you. Also, you’ve always hated men who cheat on their girlfriends. You’ve hated the sadnesses they brought to their partener and their ignorance towards the creature they once loved the most . You hated how all the “I love you”s , the empty words they used, turned intro the truth, the “I want to leave you”s . And most of the time, they did it without any resentment towards their girlfriends. Moreover, you hated the betrayal. Some of those men lead a double relationship for years without telling their girlfriends a word. You’ve always asked yourself why do these men still live with the first girl after they’ve fallen for the second. You found out the reason quite quickly, actually. The reason was to use them, in every way possible and to manipulate them. You’ve sworn you’d never stay with one of those men . But sometimes, love can make people blind and not notice obvious things.

It was around 30 hours into the heist when you heard a soft knock on the door. You were in the phone room, where were all the phones that belonged to the hostages and of course, the phone that made the link with the Professor.

“Come in”

You immediately saw Nairobi in the door frame with excitement reading on her face, but mixed with a slight tint of concern. You were her best friend and you two were inseparable . She knew everything about you and you knew everything about her. This included your relationship with Berlin. So at that point, you knew what that meant. Some juicy gossip.

“Oh my gosh, Milano, you won’t believe what I’ve just found out! “

“What? Some gossip? Tell me all of it, you know how much I like it.” You answered quickly, without even thinking about what’s about to happen.

“It’s about Berlin and… sorry to break your enthusiasm, but… it’s bad.” Her expression changed to sadness and worry in just a few seconds after hearing your voice.

“Oh… I see. What’s the thing?” You grew slightly scared of what Nairobi is about to tell you. You didn’t know what she had on her mind exactly, but hearing your boyfriend’s name made you instantly hooked in.

“Remember when you told me about cheating men? And how much you hated them? “ she said in a serious tone, choosing her words carefully.

“Yeah. Why do you bring this up?” You asked confused, wondering why she would say this. Through your mind flashed some bad scenarios of you and Berlin, but you tried to convince yourself that that’s not the truth.

“Well, there’s this hostage girl named Adriana and…” She spoke in a whisper,almost scared of your reaction to all of this.

“Don’t tell me… Don’t tell me it’s what I’m thinking….” You replied with tears ready to drip on your face.

“Sweetheart, that’s exactly what it is. He’s cheating on you.” Nairobi stated seriously with understanding in her eyes. “I thought I’d be the best person to tell you this.”

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard the word ‘cheating’ . “He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. He promised not to do this. I-I trusted him. Are you sure this is true?”

“Look Milano, everyone knows. It’s not a secret anymore. You can ask anyone if you don’t believe me. But I have to tell you something. You know how he is. This would have happened sooner or later.”

“Don’t say that. He loved me with all his heart. That’s what he told me. But why did he do this then? Did I do something wrong?” You spoke between sobs.

Nairobi pulled you close to her, hugging you in an attempt of comfort. “No, honey. He is the problem. “

“I’ll go talk to him. “ You said determined.

“You can go, but please know that he’s been having his way with this girl. You know, making out and stuff. You can catch him right in that moment . I told you this so it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

“He what?!” Your tears began falling like a waterfall as you got up and left the room, slamming the door in anger.

How could he? After all you’ve been through together, after swearing he’d never leave you, after the moments you spent together . Your heart was a complete hurricane as you made your way to his office. He didn’t put any price on your love at all, that’s what hurt you. As you arrived, you knocked loudly on the door. From the other side, you heard giggles and kissing , so you figured out what he was doing and more importantly, with who he was.

“Berlin, open the fucking door!” You shouted in extreme anger. It took him some time to open the door, which only made you boil more.

“Yes, love, what’s the matter?”

“Don’t call me love! You don’t love me!” You yelled at him.

“What are you talking about?” He replied innocently.

“You know really well that. You’ve been cheating on me! You promised you’d never leave me and yet, you did it! You only break promises, you’re just a fucking narcissist!” you spitted the truth in pure anger.

His heart broke in pieces as he heard your words. He knew deep down that it was the truth, but he didn’t expect to hear it from you. So he quickly put on his poker face. “Hey, hey relax. Let’s have a talk in my office “

“Relax?! “ you got past him in the room, shouting angrily. “Where is she? Where the fuck is Adriana?”

“At the hostage room, of course”

You believed him for one second, until you remembered that he opened the door to you after a few minutes. Which only left time for him to hide her. And the only place that was a good hideout was under the desk. So, you ran to the desk, looking under it. You knew what you were about to find, but the shock still struck you when you saw Adriana right there.

“Then what’s this?” You asked with a fake calm voice.

He was speechless. 3 minutes passed without any of you saying a word. You were too shocked and Berlin was surprised you actually found out about his affair. Your tears were the only thing that broke the silence.

“Please don’t cry, I—“ He answered with a broken voice, full of shame that this was the way you found out. But you cut him off in the middle of the sentence .

“If you think I’d still be with you after this, you’d be wrong. Now, I’m out of here. I hope you two will be happy and hopefully you won’t be a fucking narcissistic asshole to her like you were with me” You said those words from the bottom of your heart, reflecting feelings . Twisting on your feet, you got out of the room, slamming the door behind you.

You were still in shock after this. How could he? Why did he say anything? Did he really care so less about you? Those questions were living rent in your head for the next hours. You couldn’t think about anything except him. You couldn’t even do your duties normally. Your head echoed with sadness and anger. And it didn’t take long for Nairobi to notice this.

“Hey girl, look, don’t cry for him. He doesn’t deserve your tears. He’s an asshole.” Nairobi tried to reassure you.

“No, he’s not. He was the love of my life. And he threw that out the window. How could he? How? Did I mean so less to him?” You let the thoughts in your head run out, venting to your best friend. Only you didn’t know Berlin was right near the corner, listening to your conversation, with tears almost escaping his eyes. All he could feel was shame. How could he dump you after all you two went through? He couldn’t deny the fact that he was stupid. But at the same time, he also loved Adriana. He couldn’t dump her either. His head was a complete mess at that point. Yes, he cared about you , but Adriana… she was the light in his eyes. So , at the end, he decided to keep her, because if he truly loved you, he wouldn’t have fallen for her. But you couldn’t know what he was thinking, not even Nairobi.

“You know what? I’ll have a little ‘talk’ with that bastard. And if he doesn’t come on his knees apologising to you and coming back to you, I’ll blow his head. I see he doesn’t have a limit in making people suffer”

“Please go. Maybe you can change his mind. I know I said I’d leave any man that cheats on me, but with him it’s different. I deeply care about him.” And so , Nairobi left for his office with determination.

Listening to your conversation , Berlin wasn’t surprised when Nairobi barged into the room. He kept his usual poker face.

“Where are your manners, Nairobi? First you knock on the door. Please, be polite. I’ll respect you only if you respect me. So how about trying again?” He said with his usual sarcasm. But Nairobi knew him too well to fall for his tricks. She grabbed him by the neck, watching every muscle on his face.

“Listen here, scumbag. I don’t have time for your games. I came here because you left your girlfriend in a deplorable state! Do you know that she has been crying for three hours straight for an asshole like you?! “ A hint of disbelief crossed Berlin’s face. He knew the break up was going to affect you, but he didn’t think that it could be this worse.

“Well that’s really sad, but that what break ups are. She’s 21, let her see this side of life. Don’t you see? I teach her lessons.” Berlin replied with his usual calm, collected poker face. Deep down, he felt sorry for what he did. He loved Adriana for sure, but he could have done the break up more smoothly. This was a detail he missed. Then, realisation struck him.

All his life he meet heartbreaks . His wives left him, some cheated on him and it wad awful. They pretty much turned him into the monster he is. For the first time, Berlin actually felt empathy for someone, putting himself in your shoes. He knew that feeling very well and when he realised he put you through the same suffer, all he wanted was to punch his past self .

He didn’t say a word . “She’s a fucking child, Berlin. She’s half your age! How can you be so cruel?” Nairobi spoke, noticing he remained silent for a few seconds.

“Get out! Who gave you permission to come here?! Who called you?! Get out!” He shouted at Nairobi, putting anger in his words. The truth is, he wanted to avoid the conversation. The moment she left, he collapsed on the floor, crying . He broke the heart of the person he once loved the most. He broke a young heart and left wounds that won’t ever heal. All he felt was guilt. He realised how stupid he was for leaving you for a one night stand with Adriana. And after all, it wasn’t love between them. It was only lust. He couldn’t go to apologise to you either, he already pushed you away with his actions. You had every right to be upset. He was crying so much in those moments that he didn’t notice his shaking hands…

Nairobi came back to the phone room with a disappointed look on her face. Though she didn’t say it, you could tell what happened. It’s weird how sometimes minds connect.

“So? What did he say?” You asked without hope, knowing too well the answer.

“He didn’t want to talk. He even pushed me outside. Sorry Milano , it wasn’t my fault” Said Nairobi sad, your feeling transmitting to her through the same unexplainable force.

“He’s changed since we broke up. He used to never shut up , especially about me. He used to be more communicative and tried to make his manipulative side disappear. It’s crazy how much relationships can change people… but I hope he’s happy now.” You replied with melancholy in your tone, clearly speaking facts from the bottom of your heart.

“Well, for me it’s quite different. I wasn’t on his side at all times so I’ll tell you what I saw from the outside. Before you two got together, he was an asshole, just like he was with me. But after he met you… he changed completely. I mean, I still wonder how you could fall for someone like him.”

You answered quickly, without even thinking. “I saw the good in him. I once got to his room to grab something and saw his beautiful art projects. Then, I realised how wonderful he actually is. I saw his gentleness, the kid-like look in his eyes. I don’t know, I still need him. But it’s too late…. What I wouldn’t do—“ you were interrupted by Tokyo entering the room aggressively, worry washing over her as she got into the room.

“Milano, I need you now.” She spoke fast, like every second was precious.

Some images flashed through your mind. You were afraid the police was trying to enter the mint, so you got up and grabbed your gun. “For what?”

“Come, I’ll explain on the way there. It’s about Berlin.” She talked as you and Nairobi followed her. This situation with the break up was only getting worse. For what in the world could Berlin need you? You tried to shut those questions , following Tokyo.

“So what’s the problem?” Nairobi broke the silence , curiously watching Tokyo’s expression.

“You know Berlin has his muscular myopathy, right? Well, I went to his office for orders , because I’d finished all my duties, and I found him collapsed on the floor, his whole body tremorring . I realised it was because of his illness. And I don’t know how or why, but I think he forgot to take his morphine and that’s the story of how he got into that situation.” Tokyo spoke rapidly, as you got closer and closer.

“And why do you need me?” You asked, taking into consideration the last events. Your heart was crushed by the situation, and your body was frozen. You didn’t know how to react, how he’d react to seeing you. But you decided. You wanted to show him how much he actually mattered to you. You were determined to not let him leave you for another woman.

“Look, I know what happened between you two. I know it’s hard, but listen. You are the only one that knows how he takes his morphine shots. We are afraid that if we call a doctor, they wouldn’t arrive in time.”

“Here we are.” Nairobi stated as we made our way through the hallway. “I think we should let Milano take care of him. Let’s go, Tokyo. “

You were amazed at how good Nairobi could read you. All you wanted was to be alone with him, to confess how much he means to you. To show him that your love is still resisting after the last events. But of course, she also noticed the doubt . “Hey, Milano, look at me. You are strong. You can do it. Now go, only you can do this.” She played a soft smile before leaving with Tokyo. Now you were on your own.

With fear for what’s about to happen, you entered the room. There, you found him. He was laying on the floor, every part of his body tremorring badly. You knew about his condition. You knew that tremors would often occur, always getting his body bit by bit. But when this happened, he knew to take his morphine shots. The first time when tremors occurred popped in your head. You were scared back then, but he taught you all about it so at the end of the day, you were relaxed about him. He even taught you how to make morphine shots. This helped him a lot, as most of the time when this happened his hands were shaking. That way, he had you on his side.

However this time, for some particular reason, he didn’t take the medicine. You hurried to him, looking at his face like at a wounded kid’s.

“You don’t have to worry anymore, I’m here. I’ll take care of you. Just stay as still as you can, I’ll grab the morphine.” You said as tears began falling from your eyes. His condition was bad. So bad that it could be lethal. And you knew that, so you set up the shot as fast as you could.

“It’s g-gonna be ok, I’m here f-for you. I p-promise. “ you stated full of emotion, you own hands tremorring while holding the shot. “It will b-be a bit painful, b-but it’s gonna be fine.” At the point, even speaking was hard for him. But his expression said it all. He was happy to have you there on his side, taking care of him when no one did. Not even Adriana.

After injecting the shot, you prayed to all gods that this would work. You arrived a bit too late, so every second counted in his case. Every second could make the difference. With his last powers he managed to speak. “Oh Milano… I love you so much.”

As soon as you heard his voice, you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. You cupped his hands, looking at him just like a kid. “I love you too. I’ve never loved someone as much as I loved you. I never stopped loving you, not even after what you did to me.”

“If I don’t make it, please know—“ he couldn’t finish his sentence, because you interrupted him when he said the first part.

“No, no, no don’t say that. Don’t even doubt the fact that you’ll make it.” You said as you sat on the floor, with his head on your lap. You wished you could tell him everything from your heart, but it wasn’t the right moment. “Do you feel better? After the shot?”

“I feel kind of lightheaded and dizzy. Plus, the floor is really cold and I feel uncomfortable. “ he spoke, his voice almost a whisper by now. But it also concentrated love and apology. It was enough for you to know he still cared about you. Then, out of the blue, your thoughts were interrupted by him fainting and waking you up to reality. Your heart was racing . You didn’t know what to do or how to react. You were so scared at that moment. You knew one thing. You couldn’t lose him again. So, with all your strength, you tried lifting him up to the nearby couch in his office. It was hard, considering he was pretty heavy, probably due to his height. You were struggling to even lift him off the ground so at the end, you were dragging him on the floor.

Then, unexplainable,you felt something in your veins, something that gave you strength and gave you motivation and hope. The kind of strength that pushed you to lift his body off the floor and het him on the couch. You positioned yourself so that he was now laying on your chest, while your hand gently strokes his hair. You knew he wasn’t dead . His heart was still beating. Shyly, but it was beating. You prayed to all gods in those moments to help him, to make him wake up. One thing was sure though. You never lost hope.

“I love you so much, please don’t leave me. I can’t imagine a life without you. You were the tint of happiness in my life. Please. I loved you through fire and flames, nothing could break my love for you, not even a heartbreak. I was unexplainably attracted to your soul. So please, fight for me. Please.” You managed to talk between sobs, your eyes red from crying. You knew he couldn’t physically hear you, but you hoped his heart would. “What I wouldn’t do to hear your voice again. It would be a dream.”

“Maybe you live the dream.” Berlin replied weakly , his voice still strained from suddenly waking up after losing his consciousness. Your eyes light up with tears as you lifted his head to your chest.

“I-I can’t believe it, you’re alive! “ As he saw you, he couldn’t help but hug your chest even more tightly, while whispering to you.

“You don’t know how much I love and I care about you. I’m so sorry for what I did. I was a stupid scumbag for leaving the love of my life for a one-night stand. “ He spoke, still weak from the fainting.

“I love you so much, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You said as you gently ran your hand through his hair. “Don’t worry, it’s ok. I can get over it, I understand it was a mistake. But hey, mistakes happen and if they are from you, I can forget about them.”

“I don’t deserve someone like you. You saved my life, after all I did.” He stated, tears in his eyes. You tightened the grip on him, whispering softly.

“Shh… I got you. That was past. There was something that dragged me to you, that gave me power to still love you and save you after all you did. That’s how strong my love for you is.” You spoke from your heart, a warning wave of relief washing over you as you spoke your mind. “But how did you end up not taking your morphine?”

“I cried so much for you that I didn’t notice my shaking hands. When I saw it, it was too late, I couldn’t move.” He gently dragged his hand on your torso, gratitude reading in his expression. “I’m so sorry I put you in this situation just because I was too stupid to take my meds. You were scared for me and I didn’t want that to happen.”

“Nonsense. You aren’t stupid and I did what my heart dictated. I needed to know you well and safe. Now hush, it’s okay to be taken care of. You’re not weaker. You’re my little boy to take care of and shower with love. Let me take care of you. How about we cuddle?” You asked, wanting to comfort his hurt self.

“Great idea, amor. “ He remained silent after that. He was too embarrassed to even talk to you after what he did.

While you cuddled, there was something similar to a spell casted on the room. None of you said a word, but the silence spoke it all. He loved you with all his heart and all be felt was apology . You loved him more than anything, only wanting to comfort him. He let his actions speak louder, holding onto you for dear life. For that moment, silence was the thing that, for the first time, could heal and bring people back together.

[sapphic-sex-ed]

not explicitly sex related, but I’m a 17 y/o lesbian and I’ve wanted a girlfriend for as long as I’ve known I was gay but it’s just really not working out and I know I’m being dramatic but I actually feel like I can’t function on my own for much longer. I understand that the solution to this kind of thing is usually getting out and meeting more people, but sometimes I find the loneliness so crushing that I can’t motivate myself to do anything socially different. I’m just really exhausted and it’s like this vicious cycle I guess. It’s not really that I’m expecting someone to “fix” me or anything, but I genuinely think being able to be physically and emotionally intimate with another human being would make me feel a whole lot better, and I’d really like to have someone to take care of and be taken care of in return. I’ve got a lot of love to give and no one to give it to!! I do have friends, but I’m not really comfortable with being vulnerable with any of them for various reasons and I just don’t really know what steps I need to take to get myself out of this and it lowkey feels like it’s gradually getting worse. The more I write the more I feel like this might be more of a mental health thing than a sex ed thing, so sorry if this is the wrong place! Feel free to delete or point me in the direction of whatever the RIGHT place is, and sorry for all the negativity!

Hello anon. I think you are right in your feeling that this may be primarily a mental health thing (although humans are social animals and our social relationships do greatly affect our mental health). Lucky for you I am also a mental health professional, so while I can't treat you or anything I will address some of what I interpret to be your core points. I highly advice you to find counseling, be that in school or through health care or even just a trusted adult with whom you can open up, as what you are dealing with will not be magically fixed by getting into a relationship just for the sake of it. It's a process and it is always good to have somebody with you through that process.

Now, to the analysis:

... feel like I can’t function on my own for much longer sometimes I find the loneliness so crushing that I can’t motivate myself to do anything socially different

These are common emotions, especially in our teenage years when all emotions feel a lot sharper and acute than they will in adulthood. I think you hit the nail on the head when you identify your primary emotion as loneliness. To be social and connected with other people is so integral to us as humans that it is not odd at all that you feel it is almost disabling.

I genuinely think being able to be physically and emotionally intimate with another human being would make me feel a whole lot better I do have friends, but I’m not really comfortable with being vulnerable with any of them

I also think you are correct in that the remedy to your situation is human connection. What I want to challenge for a second is the assumption that it is specifically a romantic connection which will "cure" you. I want you to reflect upon, preferably with somebody (see advice to talk to a professional or trusted adult), the reasons you think this way. What are the differences between friendship and romance? What does connection mean to you? How would you know you have found connection? Can this only be achieved in a romantic context?

I have no answers to those questions, as they will be different for everyone. But I want you to reflect upon this for yourself because for most people, we need both close, connected friendship and romance, and speaking as somebody on the aromatic spectrum, for me personally, connection is much more rooted in friendship than romance. I don't ask you to think about this because I want you to think like I do or conform to my opinions, but because this assumption seems to be based in amatonormativity - or the norm that romance both is and ought to be in a sort of hierarchy placed above friendship, and it is easy then, to assume that to achieve the greatest connection we need to find romantic love.

I also would want you to ponder why you don't feel like you can be vulnerable with your friends. Is it because of something they do or say? Because of some resistance to opening up within yourself? This is something that would be lovely to address with a counselor and I strongly recommend it for you.

I just don’t really know what steps I need to take to get myself out of this

I have no easy solution for you, anon. No 10-step list to follow. The journey to break social isolation is a daunting one: the more isolated one feels, the more uphill it seems. What I can say is that two components which make connection is spending time together and talking. Small talk, just establishing that you are interested in the other person. Spend time amongst people, preferably in some context where you have to interact/cooperate. How to get there will be something to work with together with, again, a counselor/trusted adult. I don't know exactly how disabling this loneliness is for you so I cannot adjust for that in my advice. They will be ble to because they will know you.

I wish you well,

-mod liz

[kim-ruzek]

Valentine's day

Summary: “That’s it.” Kim announced to Roman as soon as they got back into the squad car. Her head hit the back of her seat with a gentle thud, her neck aching. “I officially hate Valentine’s day.” Sean Roman can be a good partner, sometimes. He can also be a really infuriating one. Unfortunately, today, he chose to be an infuriating one. “Not even married and already out of the honeymoon period, huh?” He snarked and maybe, maybe, he was just trying to be funny, lighten up her mood but if so, he really failed to read the room. It's Valentine's day, Kim is engaged, and yet she couldn't be more unhappy and Adam isn't as clueless as she thinks. Word count: 2.1k Read on ao3

It was the fifth domestic dispute Kim had to break up that did it.

It had been building all day. From the fact that even before this day started she was bone tired, having worked almost non-stop for a few days due to a lack of variable officers for the shifts, to Intelligence also being so busy that between her shift and their case, she had barely gotten to even have a glimpse at Adam, which was really hit home this morning, when she woke up in bed alone, his side cold and finally to her partner talking all day about his ‘ultra romantic’ plans with a girl he had been only seeing for what feels like five minutes.

But the final straw was this fifth (fifth!) domestic dispute which, according to both people involved, merely started because of the number of roses the guy got his girl—a completely and utterly ridiculous reason to chuck the man’s xbox out of the window, if you asked her and, she hopes, literally anyone else.

She’d have also hoped that the guy would also realise it was ridiculous, and she thought so depending the neighbours called them about the way the pair was yelling at each other, but as soon as Kim had informed them that the girlfriend did property damage and she can be arrested for that, the boyfriend had the audacity to be upset with her.

That, probably, was the actual final straw, if Kim was honest to herself.

“That’s it.” Kim announced to Roman as soon as they got back into the squad car. Her head hit the back of her seat with a gentle thud, her neck aching. “I officially hate Valentine’s day.”

Sean Roman can be a good partner, sometimes. He can also be a really infuriating one.

Unfortunately, today, he chose to be an infuriating one.

“Not even married and already out of the honeymoon period, huh?” He snarked and maybe, maybe, he was just trying to be funny, lighten up her mood but if so, he really failed to read the room. Kim glowered at him warningly.

“I take it that Ruzek doesn’t have any plans for the two of you then?” Roman failed to take the warning.

“That’s so not the point. Did you not just witness the same stupid idiocy that I did? This holiday makes everyone go crazy.” Kim sat up straighter, staring at her partner incredulously. Infuriatingly, Roman just laughed at her in response.

“No plans then. No wonder you’ve been in a bad mood all day. And this is an easy day, just a day filled with easy jobs, that’s it. If you had plans, you’d be able to see that and appreciate this day. Everyone knows the only women who bitch on this day is those without a date. Or in your case, a fiance who’s true love is his work instead.” Kim wondered if she could get away with murder. Maybe if she pretended that her and Roman was having an affair, she might be able say it was an act of passion? After all, it is the day of love.

“It’s not Adam’s fault Intelligence has a big case.” Kim, instead, chose to bite back at her partner. Something she regretted as soon as the words left her mouth as she realised that she basically confirmed what Roman thought; that she and her fiance have no plans, and it’s really upset her.

“I don’t know. If he really loved you…” Roman trailed off, but his words still cut deep. Before their work got busy they did have tentative plans to go out, but with everything getting so busy, they never got chance to finish making the plans, so Kim understood, but waking up alone, just reminded her that this was not how she imagined being engaged.

Work can’t be helped, but Kim couldn’t help but wonder if she should read more into Adam’s actions, or lack thereof. After all, he’s barely texted her these past few days and has been radio silent all day—not even responding to her text.

“Oh, don’t be so moody. It’s not his fault,” Roman then said, seeing her frown. Kim was surprised that he was actually agreeing with her but then he continued talking and those hopes were dashed.

“After all, you’re fiance number three. Not especially special, right?”

Yeah, if Kim thought she could get away with it, she might have actually killed him. Some partner, picking at her wound that’s only started to heal.

By the end of her shift, Kim was beyond bone tired and beyond done with the whole holiday. Valentine’s day had always been one of her favourite, even on the days she didn’t have a boyfriend for it. She was the person who, in high school, would get chocolates for her best friends—not that her high school boyfriend particularly liked her doing so. But this might as well sealed in her forever hatred of the day.

It was not how she imagined her first valentine’s day as an engaged woman—she would’ve thought only, but with the way the wedding planning was going, it’s shaping up to look like she’ll spend a couple of years engaged.

The journey home only served to remind her, over and over, just how tired she was, Kim had struggled to keep her focus on the road and already, she was dreading her shift the next day. And Adam would get in late again which meant she was going to bed, alone, again, and she really can’t sleep well without him.

Opening up the front door was a struggle, or at least Kim thought it was being. She struggled to get the key in the door, her hands not feeling like they were very strongly wrapped around the metal, but when she finally managed to insert it, she found that the door was already unlocked.

That was a surprise. Adam must’ve gotten off at a decent time, she thought. Or maybe he’s just stopping by to shower before heading back in, a part of her mind whispered traitorously at her. He’s done that before.

Those thoughts, however, was quickly squashed and instead replaced with confusion as soon as she opened the door. The lights were off, only the lamps on and candles lighting the room.

Candles?

That was the first thing that confused Kim. The next was the trail of rose petals leading into the apartment. She put down her bag, taking off her coat and just leaving it by the door, wasting no time following the trail.

She still felt confused, having expected to come home to the apartment exactly how she left it in the morning, but as she went further into the apartment, it was slowly replaced with a nervous sort of anticipation. Her mind was trying, hard, not to think too ahead, not to theorise of what was going on, but it couldn’t stop her body from ignoring what she was trying not to put into words.

The petals led her into the bedroom, and Kim thought that was where the trail would end, but it didn’t. The bedroom was similarly lit up like the apartment, but the trail continued to lead into the bathroom.

There, Adam was. He was leaning up against the sink, a soft smile on his face—there was some traces of smugness in it, but Kim didn’t mind. The bath had been drawn, all bubbled up with scented candles nearby.

“Adam,” Kim said, looking between him and the work he had done, the first, genuine smile she had pulled in ages breaking out on her face.

“Happy Valentine’s day, darlin’,” He greeted her, before leaning forward to give her a kiss. It was a small one, simple, short, but perfect. Kim restrained herself from deepening it, even though he was oh so kissable in that moment, because she still had things to say—and it’s really hard to talk when you’re kissing and when she kisses him, she really prefers to stay on task.

“What’s all this?” Kim said, stepping toward him as he leant back, getting into his space. Something he was all too willing for her to do, if the way he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her tighter to him was any indication.

“What does it look like? I’m spoiling my very, very hard-working fiancee,” Adam responded, lifting up her head with one hand so that could puncture every word with a kiss on a different part of her face.

“You’re not the only one with a hard working fiance. I thought you’d still be at work.” Kim told him while snaking her arms around him, relishing in feeling his warmth against her.

“We’re engaged, you’re more important than work.” Adam shrugged, and maybe it is just that simple, and maybe she should’ve just left it at that, but she just couldn’t, not entirely.

“Hm. You didn’t reply to my text.” Feeling him, having him in her arms and her in his, seeing him be the romantic doofus she loves, it washes away all the irritability she was feeling all day, took away the her Adam withdrawal but it doesn’t take away all the hurt she felt.

To Adam’s credit, he did look a little shamed. “I know, darlin’. I was trying to finish up everything I had to do at work so that I could guarantee Voight would let me go home on time. I mean, I cleared it with him—well, Al—but you know the man. And by the time I realised you had messaged me, it was getting to the time to clock out so I thought… I’m sorry.”

That mollified Kim a little bit more.

“Is that why you left so early today?” She didn’t think she would be bringing up that, not wanting to sound so desperate when she knows, she knows, how demanding their work can be, but with what he had just said, she felt emboldened.

“Yeah. You’ve been working so much I didn’t want to wake you before your alarm. Plus you looked very adorable, I couldn’t even think about disturbing you.” At that, Adam kissed her again, briefly on the lips, then on her jaw, before kissing her neck. Kim decided to let go of the hurt, he’s not perfect but he tried and she loves him so damn much.

“Now, enough chatting. You’ve got a bath to soak in, before it gets cold. I didn’t time it this well just for you to distract me.” Adam pulled back, and Kim couldn’t help but pout at the sudden lack of contact.

“I don’t want the bath, I want you.” She pouted, only to have Adam shake his head.

“Later, darlin’. C’mon, let me spoil you.” Adam was undeterred. It was sweet, if not a bit frustrating, and when he started to help her undress, Kim knew it wasn’t for sexy time reasons.

“Adam,” Kim whined. “Look, I appreciate all this, I do, but we’ve barely seen each other recently and we might not get another evening like this, so please. Can we have sex? I’ve missed you and I need you—and if it’s between a bath or you, I choose you.”

Kim’s body ached, her over-worked muscles would’ve probably appreciated the soak, but Kim’s need for Adam, for just to rejoice in having physical contact with the love of her life, that was what she really wanted and their time was so precious. And sex with Adam, while it could be quite the workout, also always made her feel so boneless and relaxed afterwards, which her muscles would’ve also appreciated.

“Kim. You don’t have to choose. No, look—so I was going to tell you this after, but since you’re so bloody stubborn, here. We’ve both got the day off tomorrow, so if you want, we can spend the whole day in bed. But right now, you need to relax.”

Kim frowned. “No we don’t?”

“Yes, we do. I’ve sorted it, don’t worry. I’ll tell you more later, I promise, but can you just please, please, just let me look after you. Shut off that beautiful mind of yours, okay, baby,” Adam stroked back some of her hair he had released from her ponytail and it was just a simple action but it just hit home what was happening: here, she had the man she loves, her fiance with her, time to relax and just be with him, everything she’s wanted for days, everything she spent all day moping about… and she was trying to ruin it, ruin this wonderful surprise Adam had prepared for her.

So she did what he asked, and she just let herself be.

And maybe, just maybe, she didn’t hate Valentine’s day after all.

[canirove]

Alejandro Garnacho Imagine | one

Author’s note: This is a request from Wattpad. They wanted something with Garnacho where he and the reader are young parents. I know his girlfriend is expecting a boy, but in this case he's a girl's dad 😁 And there are mentions of 💩, you've been warned 😅 I hope you like it, and thank you for reading! 💜

Masterlist

"You do it."

"No, you do it." 

"I did the last one."

"No, you didn't."

"Yes, I did."

"No, you didn't, Alejandro. Look" I say, showing him my phone.

"What is that?"

"A list of the times you've taken care of it versus the times I've done it. I did the last one, see?"

"I can't believe you are keeping track of the times we change her diaper when she poos" he laughs.

"It's the only way to make sure you don't cheat and run away" I shrug.

"But I can't do it today, I already got changed into my tracksuit. Imagine that there is an explosion! I can't show up at Old Trafford smelling like poo!"

"Sorry" I shrug again. 

"What if I cross paths with Sir Alex and I smell like poo? What will he think about me?"

"He's a dad and he knows that you also are a dad, a very new one. Didn't he ask you the other day how it was going?"

"He did, yeah. He was so nice… He even told me I could ask him for advice if I needed it."

"Then if you show up today smelling like poo, he'll understand. Though you can also tell him it's not you, that it comes from City's changing room."

"Woah, so savage" Alejandro laughs.

"Am I wrong, tho?" I smirk. "Anyway, enough talking. It's diaper time."

"Ok, fine. I'll do it" he sighs. 

"Thank you" I say, kissing his cheek.

"Let's see what surprise the little one has for us tod… joder!"

"Oh my God" I say, taking a step back.

"It smells like shit!"

"Because it is shit!" I laugh, covering my nose and mouth with my hand.

"What did you feed her today?"

"She's two months old. You know what she ate today."

"Then what did you eat? Something rotten?"

"Idiot" I say, hitting in the arm. "I ate the same thing you did."

"I don't believe you. Look at the colour too, it is so… disgusting."

"Stop complaining and clean it."

"I can't."

"Alejandro, do it. If you keep staring at it while it is there in the open, you will definitely end up with your clothes smelling like poo."

"Ok, ok… I'll do it. Just stay still, ok?" he says to our daughter. "You don't want people to make fun of your papá, do you? No, you don't. Because you are a very good girl. One who definitely has something wrong with her tummy, but a very good girl."

"See, it wasn't that difficult. And look how happy she looks."

"Of course she is happy. I just got rid of a monster. Make you sure you throw it away, I don't want it growing legs and attacking us at night."

"I will, don't worry" I laugh. 

"And now, papá is going to kick some Manchester City asses. Yes, he is" he says with a stupid voice, making our daughter do something like a giggle .

"Kicking asses metaphorically."

"Yes, yes. We don't actually kick asses… though sometimes we have to" he whispers, kissing her cheek. "See you after the game, ok?"

"We'll be there" I smile.

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"There they are! The two most beautiful girls in Manchester!" Alejandro says, walking towards us.

"Congratulations on the win and that goal."

"Thank you very much" he says before kissing me. "And how is the little one?"

"She just woke up."

"Just in time" he says, picking her up from the buggy. "Wait, what is that smell?"

"What?"

"That smell. Did she…" he says, lifting her and moving her closer to his face. "No! Again!"

"What?"

"She did it again!"

"No, she didn't!"

"She did!"

"I don't smell anything."

"You are used to the smell. It comes from you after all" he smirks. 

"Idiot!" I say, hitting him.

"Hey, careful! I'm holding her!" he says, still smiling.

"She doesn't smell of anything. You are just trolling me."

"Maybe I am" he shrugs. "What are you typing on your phone now?"

"That you are an idiot who just earned himself a whole week of poo duty."

"I what?"

"What you deserve" I grin.

"That's not fair."

"It's already written on the list, there is no coming back now."

"You mother is a rude woman" he says to our daughter.

"And so is your father."

"Maybe that's why we love each other so much" he says, hugging me with his free arm and kissing my head.

"Maybe it is" I smile.