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that-sarcastic-writer · 7 months

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A Good Father

Dad!Dean Winchester X Wife!Mom!Reader

Summary: Dean has a beautiful wife and the cutest little girl. The perfect family. Maybe it's time to have a real home, too.

Part 2 of A Good Man but can be read as a standalone. This is actually how supernatural ended thank you very much

Warnings: not much, candy cane fluff, foul language. Still minors dni cause I don't want minor on my blog

WC: 2.6k

A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts for a while. Why not post it right? I love Dean with all my heart. That's nothing new. Enjoy the teeth rooting fluff cause I don't have the mental capacity to write smut rn :,)

Sleep still covered your eyes as you rubbed them softly. It couldn't have been later than six a.m., or at least what you saw through half-closed eyes on your phone screen when you woke up. You weren't fully sure, you were still processing that you were awake. You hadn't entirely wanted to get out of bed, but the lack of your husband's warmth all but forced you out of the comfort of your covers. Your feet took you to the study first. That's normally where you would find the brothers anyway. But you only saw Sam.

"Morning." You mumbled softly, running a hand over your face as you walked over to the younger Winchester.

Sam lifted his eyes from the ancient looking book in front of him, and he gave you a warm smile.

"Oh, hey, good morning."

You stood beside him, leaning a hand on the table as you looked around for Dean with a small frown.

"Where's your brother?"

"In the kitchen with Rosie. She woke up like an hour ago, so he's making her breakfast." He answered with a smile.

Your own lips irked up in pleasant surprise. Normally, Rosalie— yours and Dean's little girl— would come running to wake you— or both you and Dean, depending who was home at the time. You never minded that she would be up before you since Sam was always up before sunrise, and he loved spending time with his niece. But it did surprise you a bit that Dean didn't wake you at all this morning. Though, you were more so in awe at the fact that he had decided to take care of her that morning by himself.

Truth was, he had been gone a while, almost a week. That had been the longest he had spent on a hunt ever since she was born— five years ago. And your little girl was definitely missing her dad. She loved you, no doubt about it, but the little one was a daddy's girl for sure, but you blamed Dean for spoiling her so much. So she was feeling his absence greatly. She cried almost every night, asking why daddy wasn't there to tuck her in. It broke your heart a hundred times over to see her so heartbroken. When Dean came home last night, she all but clung to him, refusing to leave his side. And you guessed that had carried over to this morning.

"Thanks, Sam." You patted his shoulder and padded through the long halls of the bunker to the kitchen. You held in your breath as you peaked your head through the door and you nearly teared up at the sight.

"You think mommy and Sammy will like these?" Dean pursed his lips, nudging at the tiny human resting on his hip as three different pans with pancake batter, sizzling bacon and scrambled eggs cooked on the stove.

"Uh-huh. It looks yummy." She nodded, resting her head on his shoulder as he held her.

"Yeah, sure does." Dean shrugged, lips pulled into a proud grin at his own work. He always was a great cook.

He stood for a second, keeping an eye on one thing as he moved around another with a spatula and still somehow held a five year-old on his hip. He had his attention somewhere else, so he almost missed the tiny voice in his ear.

"I missed you, daddy." Rosie mumbled, her soft voice almost inaudible against him. Dean looked down at her, his eyes slightly big and his lips parted. He stared at her for a long second before he said anything. He was wondering just what the fuck he ever did to deserve something like this.

"I… I missed you too, baby. Always." He sighed out, his chest aching with an indescriptible feeling as he brushed some loose strands behind her ear, and he pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

You were silent for a long minute, lips slightly parted and eyes filled with awe as you leaned against the doorframe to watch the sight in front of you. Dean, still in his pajamas, with his little girl on his hip as he cooked. He was saying something to her, or so you figured since you heard her giggles, her tiny hands bunched around his t-shirt as she buried her face in his shoulder. He was smiling too.

"I'm deeply hurt. Making breakfast without me?" You spoke up, feigning hurt.

Dean turned around, he smiled at you at first but when Rosie started giggling at you, hiding deeper into his chest, he gritted his teeth.

"Ah, busted. Told you mommy would find out." He shook his head, holding back a smile as you approached them.

You playfully narrowed your eyes at him. He gave you a shrug with a toothy smile that showed the edges of his canines, and he gave you that innocent puppy dog look. You groaned out.

"We'll talk later." You warned, but your tone was playful. You finally slipped a smile as you stood on the tip of your toes to give Dean a kiss on the lips. He happily leaned down to meet you halfway. And then you kissed your little girl, leaving kisses all over her tiny face.

She giggled, nearly jumping out of her dad's arms into yours. Dean happily passed her over to you, his hip starting to get numb. You held her happily, pressing a kiss to the mess of her bedhead. God, the more this one grew, the more she looked like Dean. The same green eyes, the same freckled cheeks. But she had your nose, and her hair was a shade darker than Dean's, closer to Sam's brown. But you knew that she would be the spitting image of her dad when she grew older.

"Did you help daddy make breakfast?" You asked Rosie, and she nodded excitedly.

"Yeah! I helps daddy make pancakes." You gasped, lips parted to share her excitement.

"Those are gonna be the yummiest of pancakes, right sweetheart?" Dean leaned down, nudging her cheek with his finger. She nodded.

"Alright, little one, go sit with Sammy, we'll bring you out some pancakes, okay?" You told the little girl, and she nodded again, mumbling an 'okay'. You smiled at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead before you set her down her tiny feet. She had spent her whole short life in this bunker. You were sure she could find her way around the general area.

"Tell Sammy he's a nerd for me." Dean called out to Rosie as she ran off, chanting that her uncle Sammy was a nerd. Dean was smiling proudly to himself. He was raising her right.

"You're an ass." You playfully scolded him, and he gave you a look of feign innocence. He shrugged at you.

"I ever tell you how beautiful you look in the morning?" He irked his lips at you, resting his hands on your hips as he pulled you close. God he had missed you so fucking much.

"Missed you, too, hun." You leaned up on your toes, pressing a kiss to his jaw. He tried to hide it, muffle the sound, but he winced when your hand touched his cheek.

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you immediately pulled back to look at his face. You hadn't noticed the red bruise on his cheek, on the purple bruising around his eye. You gasped quietly, gently brushing the tip of your fingers over the bruised skin. He scrunched up his face at you, about to pull back, but you shot him a sharp look.

"I'm fine, baby. Just some bruises. You shoulda seen the other guy." He grinned, trying to humor you, but the concern didn't leave your face.

"I don't want to, actually." You sighed softly, your eyes falling to his chest, avoiding his eyes.

You wouldn't say it to his face, not actually. How could you? He never lied to you, from the moment he wanted something real with you he told you the truth. You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into with him. Sammy and hunting come with the package— he told you. And you accepted it. All of it. You married him anyway. You gave him a daughter anyway. But God, it terrified you beyond words that he was still hunting. That he still left you and your little girl for days at a time. And that he would come home with new scars and bruises that would last days. But at times— like this one— you feared that neither of them would come home at all.

"Sweetheart…" There was a bit of warning in his voice. He could read you so easily. He grabbed your face, forcing your head up to look at him now. "What is it?"

"You worry me, Dean. Look at your face. I don't even want to know how it looks under your shirt." Your eyes fell to the side, and your chest filled with ache as you tried to say the right words. "I'm sorry, I know I have no right to guilt trip you. But your daughter missed you, I missed you, and we need you, Dean, that's all."

Dean said nothing at this, his face stayed unreadable as he listened to you. And he heard you, he heard you loud and clear. He felt pressure on his chest and a sick feeling to his stomach. Fuck, he had grown soft.

"C'mere." He pulled you to his chest. He rested his hand on your hair, and he sighed softly when you threw your arms around his torso. "You know I love you, and Rosie, so much, right?"

You nodded against his chest. "I know babe, I love you, too."

We need you, Dean.

"Daddy! I told uncle Sammy he's a— a nerd!" Rosie announced loudly when she saw you and Dean again. And you had to hide your smile at the pointed look Sam shot his older brother.

Dean played dumb, his lips falling open, and he clicked his tongue in disapproval. "I'm telling ya, Sammy, I dunno where she learns it from."

"Yeah, great parenting dude." Sam rolled his eyes at Dean, and he could only snort in response.

"Yeah, well, here's my apology." Dean shrugged, setting down a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of Sam with a shit eating smile. Sam pretended to be offended, but he ate the plate in front of him without protesting.

"Alright, Rosie, you wanna eat some pancakes before school?" You set the plate with the smaller portion of pancakes and bacon in front of her and she nodded happily.

"Yes, please!" She excitedly grabbed a fork and dug in, but stopped a second later and looked at Dean. "Daddy can I has syrup?"

"Sure, baby." He practically saturated her plate with syrup and then his own. You shook your head at how alike they were already. You shared a knowing look with Sam and sighed softly, eating from your own plate.

You didn't often have the chance to have breakfast as a family, so you always treasured little moments like this when you had them. And deep in your heart, you wished you had moments like this more.

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"Sweetheart, you in here?" Dean peeked his head into your shared bedroom, his eyes darting around for a few seconds, and then his lips curved up at the sight of you on your shared bed, face deep in your laptop.

"Hi love," You smiled at him, setting your laptop aside to greet him. He happily joined your side, his lips pressing a kiss to yours instantly. "You left Rosie at school, right?"

Your words were stern as was the look you gave him. He pulled back and pouted. You were definitely scolding him for the time he decided to take Rosalie on a drive with Baby just because she asked instead of dropping her off at school.

"'Course I did. No rides in Baby this time, I promise." He smiled at you, and you rolled your eyes.

"Hope so." He saw you reach for your laptop again so he decided to speak again.

Dean thought about it. He thought about it all morning. He drove around town for another hour just to get his thoughts straight.

"Listen, I was thinkin' 'bout what you said this morning.."

You shook your head at him, "I'm sorry, Dean, I know I shouldn't have. Let's just forget about it, yeah?"

"Hey, no, don't do that. Let's not forget about it." You frowned at him, but you didn't respond, so he kept talking. "You're right. I know you are. Hell, I got thrown around so hard, I don't know how I got outta bed this morning. I thought about you, thought about Rosie. Thought about my old man, too."

You frowned softly, resting your hand on the back of his neck, fingers threading through the short hair gently, "Dean.."

"I don't want to be like my old man. I don't want to leave you and Rosie alone anymore, I just can't."

You straightened up, a bit unsure where he was getting at.

"Dean, baby, what are you trying to say?"

"You and Rosie deserve a normal life, a house, all of that shit." Dean breathed out the words, and he held your face in his hands, a tiny smile on his lips. "I want to try it. A normal life. Don't you?"

"I… Dean.." You sighed out softly, attempting to process his words. You stared at him long and hard, and all you saw was love, his green eyes were sincere. "I wouldn't force you to give up hunting. I mean, that's all you've known? And what about Sam? I just—"

"That's exactly it. I'm… I'm so goddamn tired of the life. Don't get me wrong, we save people, hell, we've saved the world, but is that really all worth it if I can't come home to my wife and daughter?" He tilted his head, his free hand was on your thigh, and he squeezed softly. "And Sammy, I know he's tired of it too. He's always wanted a normal life. But he stayed because of me. If I get out, I know he'll do it, too. He's done it before. Who knows, maybe he can find his own pretty girl to marry and have a couple of kids with."

For the longest time, Dean had refused to even consider doing anything else with his life, doing anything better. This was all he had ever known, all he was ever actually good at, right? But lately, God, just lately, he was seeing that light at the end of the tunnel. You and Rosalie were right there. And if you were there with him, the rest of the world could go to hell for all he cared.

"Dean, I love you, I loved you then, hunter and all, and I will love you no matter what. But if you want to settle down.." You breathed out a soft laugh, the words sounding so nice when you said them out loud. You leaned closer to him, a smile on your lips as you pressed your forehead against his. "We'll settle down. A house, normal jobs, play dates, all of it."

"Christ, what did I ever do to deserve you in my life?" He smiled wide, and he pressed a hard kiss to your lips. It was warm, loving.

"Mhmm, so, what would a former hunter do for a living?"

"I'm pretty good with cars aren't I? What do you say? Think I should open my own car shop?"

Your husband as a mechanic? That wouldn't be half bad.

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester x you #supernatural

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buckybabieboy · 9 months

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Heyy! I was reading you work, which I love btw, and I wanted to request a one-shot or blurb for little!bucky accidentally getting drunk, like how would he act, what would he say. I feel like he’d be super clingy and needy. With cg!mommy!reader please 🥹 Love you writing <333

Lol this is gonna be the cutest thing ever😭. Thanks for the request Babie!

Tipsy Baby.

☁️ Summary: Bucky has way too much to drink at Natasha’s party, leaving you to take care of your little boy.

⚠️TW(READ.): sub!touch-starved bucky, dom!fem!reader, Bucky is so touch starved😭, reader is able to carry bucky, lactation kink cuz I felt like it, mentions of alcohol, Bucky can get drunk if he drinks an abundance.

📝A/N(PLEASE READ): DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE. ITS THAT SIMPLE. DON’T REPORT MY WORK JUST BC YOU DONT LIKE IT. Anyways, pls enjoy this lil blurb! drunk Bucky is just the cutest 🥰. and your right, bucky is VERY clingy AND FUCKING TOUCH STARVEDDDD when he’s drunk.

“Mommyyyy!” Bucky slurs out as he dramatically falls in front of you on the compound’s floor.

“Mommy pay ‘tenttion to me!”

You peer over your phone and watch as your baby heaves and pants on the ground, his beautiful pale skin flushed with pinkish-reddish tones, and his big puppy dog eyes red and puffed.

“Baby, are you drunk?” You question him, though you already know the answer. He only whines and thrashes his limbs around in a hissy fit, not using his words.

“W-why are you so faaarrr?” He wails petulantly, completely ignoring your question.

“M’ not far, sweetheart, ‘m right in front of you.”

An empty bottle of Tiger Beer has accompanied him on the ground, clutched inside his sweaty palms.

“Gimme that!” You sigh before getting off of your comfy spot on the couch and snatching the bottle out of his hands. He whines even more.

“Who let you have this?”

Bucky pouts and mutters something, but it’s almost impossible to hear with the music and noise that flood throughout the compound.

“Can’t hear you bud, you’re gonna have to speak up f’me, okay?”

“T-tasha…” He hiccups. “N-Natasha lemme have some, mommy…”

Another exasperated sigh escapes from you as you begin to regret supporting Bucky’s idea to come to Natasha’s party. It didn’t really surprise you though, since he was always a party guy when he was younger. You rarely ever drank, especially when you were going to an event. You opted out of that a long time when the both of you got drunk, which you both know didn’t end well.

Natasha had invited everyone to her floor for a party. You weren’t too fond of the idea when you heard there was going to be alcohol, but Bucky was very excited and begged you to go. He assured you that Steve and Sam would be there to watch him.

So eventually you gave in, but not before making him promise that he wouldn’t drink.

When you arrived at the party, Bucky was acting more than normal. He immediately started chatting and playing party games with Wanda and Vision. He even played Twister with them, which you knew was a surprise to everyone. Despite the fact that loud noises triggered him, he seemed to be having a good time. Needless to say, you felt comfortable with letting him go off on his own for awhile.

Scanning the room, you spot Natasha by the fridge, a Tiger Beer in hand. The trash can next to her was filled with empty bottles of that stuff, and you knew they had to be Bucky’s. He couldn’t get drunk easily so it would take a copious amount of alcohol to get him drunk.

The blame wasn’t all on Natasha, though. Wanda, Vision, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all were made aware of Bucky and his little space—you’ve told them a numerous amount of times for his safety. So Natasha could’ve given him a bottle, but Bucky must’ve gotten his hands on this much alcohol all by himself.

You’d have to talk to them about that another day though, because right now, your little boy was cemented on the cold floor, spacey and dazed below you.

“S-so pretty. Mommy so pretty!” Bucky giggles, his head cocked to the side in awe as he gazes up at you. He wasn’t thinking about anything else. He literally couldn’t. His little brain couldn’t process anything while in little space, so him being drunk definitely amplified it X10.

“C’mon, baby boy. Let’s get you taken care of.”

You offer your hand to him. He doesn’t budge though, instead he whines, and mutters more incoherent sentences. This wasn’t the first time Bucky lost all of his words. When he was little, most of the time he would gesticulate instead of speaking up.

“Hmm…” You tap your index finger on your chin, prenteding to brainstorm. “Oh! I know what you want! You want uppies!”

Bucky nods and squeals, making grabby hands up at you. You place your hands under his arms, pick him up, and set him on your hip. A precious little noise escapes from him as he wraps his legs around your waist, his arms around your neck, and leans into your touch. The smell of your hair seemed to be the only thing he was able to process.

Once you make it to your floor, you set him down on the bed. He whines once again when you leave and you quickly shush him, reassuring him that you’re just getting his pj’s out for bed. Bucky stands up to take off his pants but stumbles and trips, landing face down on the floor.

“Hnnngh..” He whines, starting to pick up his thrashing and wailing from earlier.

“Hush, my little boy, let Mommy take care of you.”

“M’ dizzy…” He fusses. “Everything’s spinning…”

“I know baby, I know. Let’s get you in your PJ’s, okay?” You hush him a little bit before helping him off the ground and settting him back on the bed. It was a struggle, but you got his pants and shirt off. Now the task was to replace them with his nighttime ones. You take one leg of the pants, grab his leg, and slide it in.

“Good job, Jamie! Now your right leg!” You praise your little boy. He giggles when his pants are all the way on, and doesn’t even fuss when you put his shirt on for him.

“Perfect… now let Mommy get changed and then we can go sleepies, okay?”

He fussed, but you got changed in no time, and his fussing quickly became coos of happiness once you cradled him in your arms.

“My little baby.” You fawn. “Your mommy’s boy aren’t you?”

Bucky’s eyes flutter, as he tries to stay awake. His baby blues are glossy and clouded from the substance earlier.

“Mmm… uh-huh! M’mommy’s boy! Mommy’s goodest boy!”

“Yeah, except for earlier. What did I tell you about drinking that much alcohol? You know your little mind can’t take it.” You scold, and he pouts up at you.

“Sammy was watchin’ me! But then he drank some too, ‘n we-” His hiccups interrupts him.

“W-we made a stupid bet. Who could drink the mostest, ‘n I won.” He giggles at that last part, obviously proud of himself for beating Sam at literally anything.

You were about to respond when you noticed his eyes flutter. His metal fingers tug on your tank top—you already know what that means by now.

“Awh my baby’s hungry! You hungry, sweetheart?” You coo at him in the softest tone possible. He does nothing but nod, his words are becoming little to none—indicating that he was deep in.

“Go ahead, Jamie. You can have some, mommy doesn’t mind.”

You help him out a bit by tugging down the top yourself, your leaking tits out for Bucky to suckle on. He wastes no time, immediately latching his pink lips on your right nipple. His suckles were harsh and rapid. All he wanted right now was to taste your sweet nectar. A few strokes to the scalp and he’s almost out—his stamina completely gone from earlier.

You praise your little baby. Whispering to him all of the things he loved to hear. Calling him all of the names he loved to be called while in his little space.

The meekest whines and whimpers come from him as he suckled more frantically. As time went on he became frustrated—frustrated at the fact that he was too exhausted to keep going.

“Shh, it’s okay. I know… your so exhausted, hm? So exhausted from having so much fun earlier?”

You stroke his scalp with your fingers, keeping the movements slight and slow for him. Bucky could never describe it, but there was always a certain tactic, or pattern in which you’d scratch his scalp that made him feel so innocent. So vulnerable.

You know this, You know what touching Bucky’s hair does to him, what it does to him when he’s completely reliant and under your control.

“I’ve got you, Bucky Bear. Hush now.”

Bucky eventually quiets down, and so do his suckles on your nipple. He lets your nipple fall free from his mouth, some milk dripping down his parted lips. You wipe it off gently.

“Mommy m-mines?” He whimpers. “All mines?” He nuzzles himself into your chest, the warmth of your body and vibration of your voice as you cooed to him always calms him down.

“All yours, honey.”

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bubblergoespop · 2 months

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My Top Vincent Quotes

save me flirty vampire save me (≧∀≦)

“Fuck!”

“When it feels like it’s too much, just squeeze, okay?”

“Because otherwise you’re gonna be doing your best imitation of a Southern-fried steak under this sun. Move it, cowboy.”

“Oh, I know I’m very close. You’re welcome.”

“My entrepreneurial efforts should not be mocked, Vincent.”

“Should I strip down for easier access, doctor?”

“No one can touch you anymore… No one but me.”

“I’ve only ever met a couple of air elementals in my day, and we, uh… we weren’t doing much talking, if you get my drift.”

“Boo!”

“I’ll never get tired of seeing you come down those stairs like that. Like you know exactly what it does to me. Like you own the room. Like you own my heart. Because you do.”

“This is different. Because it’s with you. And not because of what happened to you but because it’s you. Because of what you mean to me. You’re special to me.”

“I love your neck. And that’s not a vampire thing. That’s a Vincent thing.”

“Hold my hand. Please. Yeah, hold it tight. Feel how strong it is. That’s all for you. It’s your strength. It’s yours.”

“Unlike me, the proverbial golden child.”

“Your scent, even through the skin… It’s torture. But the fun kind.”

“The old man.”

“Knowing you has been like switching my life from black and white to technicolor.”

“When I’m around you all I can think is Ohm my god— That one was so dumb”

“You. I’m looking at you.”

“I assume your lupine-inclined S.O. finds it palatable?”

“I can find them.”

“God, your blood practically sings to me, do you know that?”

“I love you. And I will spend eternity at your side if you’d let me.”

“Don’t tell him I said that though. He already threatens to kick my ass every other day. I’d probably deserve it too, but he’s too much of a softy to actually do it.”

“What? I am looking. All right, maybe I’m not looking out at the view. But I’m definitely looking. And loving what I see.”

“All of you is amazing. I mean that. I couldn’t say it if I didn’t. “

“If you really want someone to act like a mother hen, try pulling anything in front of Sam, you can practically hear his blood pressure rising in real time”

“You were my new beginning.”

“My magic is yours, to be whatever help it can. All of me is. Always.”

“I love you. Yes, even when you eat shit. C’mon, you goof.”

“I know your neck’s sweaty. What’s your point?”

“I need your blood. Please.”

“Yeah. It’s still a Vincent thing. I’ll always love kissing your neck, Lovely.”

“Alexis is… being Alexis about it all.”

“Oh I’m not just any idiot, I’m your idiot. There’s a difference.”

“Mine.”

“It’s nothing. You just… you look so cute cuddled up under the sheets like that.”

“Fuck, you smell good.”

“What? I am being good.”

“I’ll fix the drywall… You’re right, I won’t.”

“If the attendant hears it’ll give him something fun to talk about when he gets home.”

-“Even when we’re apart, just thinking of you gets me hard.”

“Have I mentioned that I love when you really lean into your Vampiric strength? Good. Because it’s so fucking hot.“

“You know I’ve always been a tease. Your tease.”

“Yeah you can bite me. Do it.”

“I said mine.”

“Let’s go see what the cowboy’s thinking.”

“Fuck. I wanted you so bad. You’ve been so close. But I knew it’d be worth the wait. And you’re worth every minute of the wait. ”

“Makes sense when your mate’s halfway to being a lumberjack already.”

“Eat shit, asshole. Is that better?”

“Do you like it? [the cutest relieved chuckle in existence] Good. Good I’m glad.”

“I’m not some animal. I’m Vincent Solaire. I’m not just a vampire. I’m more than that. I have to be more than that.”

“Lex.”

#FINALLYYY OMG #bubbler’s top quotes #redacted vincent #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse

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gemini-sensei · 4 months

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Part 3 of "we'd make cute babies" ○ @sensei-venus

It actually took months before Reader gots pregnant. It was fun though because she and Hawk fuck like rabbits, all the fucking time. She ended up moving into his apartment and that gave them a lot more time to "make their cute babies." It became a little inside jokes between them and always made Reader giggle whenever it came up.

When they found out they were gonna have a baby, they were so excited. They had a celebratory dinner and gentle love making followed. He held her and kissed her after, long and sweet and full of love. "I still can't believe this is real... I'm having a kid with my best friend. That's the best feeling ever."

Not long after finding out they were pregnant, Hawk and Reader learn that Sam and Miguel were going to have a kid too. Reader and Sam gushed about it and giggled, making plans for their kids to be friends and have play dates and whatnot. Hawk and Miguel are kind of sidelined as the ladies bask in having a shared pregnancy experience. It's super cute though so the guys can't even be mad.

They share a lot of stuff, including sonogram pictures and going shopping. They've even planned to have a shared pregnancy photoshoot together. Miguel and Hawk joke They're secretly in love with each other, which prompts Reader to pounce Hawk and shower him with kisses. She becomes so lovey dovet while pregnant and he's absolutely loving her attention.

Then they learn that Reader is having twins and everything gets ramped up even more. She’s so excited. Her belly fat turns into a bump faster than expected due to all the space the twins need. Sam loves it and says all the time how she can't wait to have a bump. In the meantime, they start making cute little scrapbooks together of their pregnancies. Hawk and Miguel have so many pictures of them sitting together making an absolute mess of craft supplies. They love all the pictures of their girlfriends together, especially when they're bump to bump, which is just so cute.

They even help work on each other's nurseries. The guys help of course but they mostly build the furniture while the ladies paint the rooms. Hawk bought himself and Reader a nice little house when they found out they were having twins. When it was just one baby, the apartment was fine but it wasn't bit enough for twins. So they paint the twins' nursery dual tones; Reader is covered in yellow paint and Sam has somehow gotten green handprints all over her overalls. The next day they go to Sam and Miguel's house to paint the nursery for their little boy; it's going to be blue with black accents. The guys get so good at building furniture they're convinced they could build anything and the ladies are not so convinced.

As the months go by, they have their baby showers and photoshoots. They do their joint photoshoot and then their individual ones. Then Reader is so big, she needs a little more rest than Sam. So Sam comes over to her and Hawk's house a lot.

She's actually there when Reader goes into labor a few days before she was supposed to go to the hospital. The guys are at work and so it's up to Sam to take Reader to the hospital. Being the badass she is, Sam gets her there of course. Some of the hospital staff are a little surprised that a pregnant lady brought another pregnant lady to the hospital but nevertheless get them a room. Sam is by her side until Hawk gets there. Miguel is right behind him, nervous because he doesn't want the stress of the situation to send Sam into early labor but she's cool as a cucumber. She's fine.

A few hours later, Reader and Hawk have two cute babies. The cutest babies ever.

The hospital bed isn't all that big but it's big enough that Hawk can lay beside Reader with their daughter laid on his chest while Reader has their son laid on hers. They're such a cute couple and Sam makes sure to take a lot of pictures of them together when she and Miguel are let back into the room.

Hawk and Reader are just happy to have their little family and those cute little babies he promised her.

And in a few weeks, theor babies are gonna have their first friend 💖

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sssigil · 1 year

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Ultraviolence

summary: In which you're in your head to much about this relationship with Ethan but he brings you back to reality and makes you realize your nothing but perfect for him and only him.

(as requested)

warnings: fluff fluff fluff so much fluff, Angst, you're really hard yourself, but you guys are so gushy and so in love, Ethan makes you feel better, use of marijuana, use of alcohol, that's it.

You were never the first choice in anything or for anyone. You never liked being an extrovert, if no one ever spoke to you well then you never spoke at all. You loath that about yourself, it was one of your many flaws and you hated it.

Growing up yes you did have many friends, but entering middle school and high school well those "friends" just faded away. Apart from having zero friends, no one ever asked you out on a date. You'd say "well that's stupid who cares if they even liked you romantically" well yea but you know it hurts, it kinda makes you think you aren't worthy for that sorts of stuff. No one ever gave you the option so why pursue it you know.

So when you finally made it to your first year of NYU dating was the last thing you wanted to do. No way were you gonna waste time on some guy or girl who would probably just end up leaving you for someone ten times better. Yea fuck that... but, but you met Tara and through Tara you also met her sister Sam, Chad and Mindy, the core four. That's what they called themselves, it's kinda cute you know, their friendship seemed so pure and warm it made you envious to what they had. But they welcomed you, they introduced you into the friendship and it brought some joy back into your life. You finally felt welcome into a group of people who did not judge or pressure you, you felt safe and sound with them.

Having met them well you met two others. Anika, she was the most charismatic and cutest girl you had ever met. She always made you feel at peace, you appreciated that, you appreciated her. She knows you do, you guys have a connection, not as strong as her and her girlfriend Mindy but something like it.

Ethan was the other person. He's Chads roommate it only made sense why he was in this friend group. Ethan was sweet, he's sweetest boy you've ever met. He is tall, muscular, has the prettiest soft curls and the biggest doe eyes. His voice is soft and soothing always speaking in a soft tone for everyone. Mainly for you but you never noticed, everyone around you did though.

He made you feel the things you know, the butterflies, you HATED it but you also secretly loved it. Every time he spoke to you looking down at you asking if you needed help carrying your books, your bag, your drink EVEN YOUR PHONE, it made you turn a shade of red always telling him "I'm fine, thanks Ethan" smiling up at him almost giggling. I mean no one had given you this kind of attention growing up, no one looked at you the way Ethan did. So you never worked towards that type of relationship with him, but he did.

When he finally got the courage to ask you in front of your guys friend group, you kinda hesitated which made him worry. Did you not feel that way? Did he take your signs wrong? Did he just ruin this connection you both had? A bunch of questions spiraled in his head and the same thing was happening in yours.

What if this is some kind of sick joke. No ones ever felt this way about you. Why would he? He's the perfect, kind and sweet boy who can get with anyone in this city. Why you. Why would he want to get with someone like me. You kept degrading yourself, you felt yourself shake your head lightly, not even looking at him anymore. You were looking at the concrete below you, looking at the little pebbles of tiny rocks that manage to sink into it. You wished you could sink into it. Then you heard your name being called by him, his hands lifting up from his sides, he was holding your face. He was making you come back to reality, he was making you forget these dreadful thoughts.

"You okay? I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable" he spoke softly. Searching your eyes for any sign of rejection and denial and he did see something but he could see that your eyes had softened once you made contact with his brown ones. "Yes" you said smiling and it made him smile. "Yes Ethan i'll be your girlfriend" and he couldn't help himself, he picked you up by the waist, strong arms enveloping around you lifting you off the ground. You squeaked at his actions not really expecting this but still enjoying it. He was one of the best things to happen in your life, but you still had insecurities he doesn't have to know that and you didn't want to worry about it. So you went on with your life with him.

It had been a two months since that happened, you felt at peace with him. Life had never felt so good, you are happy very very happy and so was Ethan. He loved being with you, he loving touching you, he loved being close to you, he loved everything about you. Of course you haven't said it, mainly because it's too early in the relationship you know the L word but he knew he felt it with you.

Now you guys are heading to that halloween frat party with your friend group. You guys were hand in hand giggling and smiling at each other like the lovesick couple you are admiring the costumes you had chosen. You both decided to dress up for this party since everyone else around you was. You and Ethan were going as Padmé Amidala and Anakin Skywalker, I know so corny but come on there love was so beautiful and innocent and strong! It reminded you both of the love you two have, aside for the dying at childbirth and Anakin becoming a Sith Lord, killing younglings and planing to take over the whole galaxy. THEY DESERVED A BETTER ENDING. Aside from that your costumes fit so well with you both and you had gotten so many complements so its a win.

"you guys are so cute its making me gag" Anika spoke jokingly from in front making very loud gagging noises. "true! but not as cute as us babe" Mindy spoke kissing Anika on her cheek, both turning there attention back to Tara and Chad.

"okay but who would have thought going as padmé and ani would gonna get us this much attention" you spoke to your boyfriend excitedly, "come on baby we look good, look at us no LOOK AT YOU! if that blaster was real I'd let you shoot me" he spoke in a serious but joking tone at the end "Ethan?!! I would never shoot you" you spoke in a mad but also joking tone "but cheat on me and see what happens" you spoke "bunny? I would never do that to you. I'd rather feel your wrath then cause such pain to you" he spoke serious now. "m' sorry didn't mean it" now feeling bad at what you had just said to him, you never wanted to hurt him, ever.

After a couple seconds of silence the conversation went back to its happy and sweet tone. Just you two gushing and babbling the cheesiest things ever. And finally you guys were at the party, not your type of scene but since you boyfriend was there it really didn't matter.

You both had slithered you way to the drinks, beer for you and coke for Ethan of course. You made your way to the couches Ethan sitting first and you placing yourself on his lap, back against his but moving yourself to face him a little. "Want some of my beer? promise it won't taste bad" you tell him shaking the red cup in front of him. "No thanks babe coke is pretty yummy for me" he spoke taking a sip of his coke humming happily. "Don't drink too much princess, don't want that pretty little head of yours hurting tomorrow" Ethan said placing his coke on your lap and using that hand to rub the side of your thigh soothingly "No promises" you giggled loudly scrunching your nose at him

"hello my favorite love birds, how are we doing" Mindy exclaimed now sitting to the left of you and Ethan, Anika following behind plopping beside Mindy smiling at both of you. "We're okay" you said dragging the 'y' "wait you have week right?!" you questioned Mindy excitedly "Yes I do" she said pulling the rolled joint from her pocket and asking Anika to light it for her as she placed it in between her lips, inhaling the smoke and finally letting it leave her throat. "fuck that's good" Mindy sighs happily "My turn my turn" you said repeating her actions but inhaling a little longer than her.

"Hey bunny be careful don't choke" your boyfriend said, you turn to look at him motioning him to slightly open his mouth for you, blowing the smoke into his mouth while keeping eye contact with him. "You know I don't" you whisper seductively at him making him almost choke on the smoke that was now in his mouth. You both laugh at that comment making sure to not drop the joint that was in between your index and middle finger.

You take more hits making sure to pass it to Mindy and Anika making sure you don't finish it all by yourself. See as much as you loved being in this state of euphoria you also hated it. You felt everything ten times more. You were now sitting beside Mindy, Ethan had gone to get another coke while you and your two friends finished the smoke sesh. Your eyes had been scanning the living room trying to look for your boyfriend, you just couldn't find him and it had been while since he had left. So you got up, making sure to tell Mindy but she wasn't really paying attention, she was too busy making out with Anika.

"ETHAN" you called out through the loud music blasting in your ears. Head turning left and right, eyes scanning every room you stumble yourself through. You finally find him, he was at the kitchen laughing, god he looked so cute laughing. His eyes were slightly closed, his nose was scrunched up, his shoulder shook lightly and his hair curls bounced lightly. You stood there admiring him but then you noticed, he was laughing with a girl. A very pretty girl in a robe, a gryffindor robe, she had the Harry Potter glasses and the lighting bolt was placed on the right side of her forehead. She was effortlessly pretty.

She looked pretty beside your boyfriend, they looked like an actual couple, they looked like they made sense, this hurt you. You just stood there, watching as she made your boyfriend laugh. She reached her hand out to point out how he was dressed as Anakin, caressing the material of the robe that laid on his biceps complementing him, she was flirting. Ethan just laughed thanking her and also complementing her Harry Potter costume. It made your mind spiral to those thoughts you had when he had first asked you to be his girlfriend.

Here you were, standing by the door of the room he was in, tears filling your eyes as your tried to blink them away. Breath hitching as more and more of these negative thoughts started to get to you. Walking out the room passing Mindy and Anika who were shocked and confused on why you walked out the house with tears in your eyes.

"Hey, hey, what happened? what's wrong?'' you could hear the worry in Anika's voice as she asked you. "Where's Ethan?" Mindy asked looking around trying to find him then looked back at you, you now sat on the cold concrete admiring it just like you had done before. "It's okay. Im just over exaggerating. I'm okay I swear, please go back inside and enjoy the party" you said to them wiping the tears the had flown down your soft cheeks, trying to smile for them to encourage them inside the house. You just wanted to be alone.

They insisted on staying but they could tell you wanted to be alone, they respected that but still worried for you, so they went looking for Ethan. When they finally found him he had such a panic look on his face. He couldn't find you anywhere and he didn't like that, he needed to see you, he needed to be with you. "Hey guys where's is she?" He said your name looking behind Mindy and Anika thinking he'd find you trailing behind them. "She's outside at the front, please go talk to her, somethings wrong, we worry for her" your friends obligated him.

And he did just that. He ran out the house, he never wanted to see you the way he did. You sat on the ground head pointed towards the ground, tears now leaving your eyes in water falls. Eyes red and so was your cheeks but not because of the weed but because on how much you had been crying, he hated seeing you like this.

"Hey angel face what's wrong" he cooed at you reaching out to hold your face but you flinched from his touch and that struck pain into his chest. "Speak to me baby" he encouraged you trying to coax anything from you to know why you are feeling this way. "why do you want to be with me?" you questioned him looking into his eyes trying to search for a answer.

"Because I only want to be with you, I need you in order to feel as if I finally have something good in my life. You are the most beautiful being to exist in this whole entire galaxy. I would be nothing with out you" he spoke in the warmest and sincerest voice, he was crouched down in front of you forehead almost touching yours. You looked at his big brown eyes thinking you'd only see how he was speaking lies but you only saw comfort in them. "You saw me with that girl didn't you?" now realizing why you felt this way. You nod your head looking back down to the ground.

"Oh baby" now leaving small kisses on your lips tasting the salty tears that ran down your lips "Yea I didn't notice how she was flirting with me baby I'm sorry, I thought she was being nice but once I noticed her intentions I told her I already had my beautiful amazing girlfriend" smiling at you still leaving soft wet kisses on your cheeks. "really?" you spoke softly looking at him again tilting your head really enjoying the kisses he was leaving on your face. "Yes angel face, its always you"

"its just" you spoke but you didn't finish the sentence "I know baby, we all feel insecure, but never can ever replace you. I love you" Ethan said not realizing his last words "You. You love me?" you said surprised at his words but also felt the heat in your face rise "I do angel face, I Love You" he exclaimed loudly picking you up once again just like that very first time. "I love you too Ethan, more than anyone in this galaxy" you giggled, tears no longer dripping from your eyes.

You kissed him as if it was the last kiss you both were gonna share. It was soft and slow, you took in each others taste and you loved every second go it. You let go of his lips finally trying to catch your breath from all the kissing. Feet now planted to the ground. "you know we both really took in that role of ani and padme" you said giggling making Ethan laugh with you. "I mean I would destroy the whole galaxy in order to save you"your boyfriend said proudly making you giggle louder.

"you're so pretty" you told Ethan running your fingers through his soft brown curls, it made him blush at your words "you're really pretty too bunny, the prettiest" kissing you once again.

"lets go back to my dorm angel" Ethan spoke wiggling his eye brows implying what he wanted to do "ETHAN! don't say that out loud" you yelled his name hitting his chest playfully. "Okay lets go" you said running away from him and towards his dorms, he chased you not so far behind.

You guys are so in love and nothing could ever change that.

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagine #scream 6 #scream movie

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thatfinalgirl23 · 1 year

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Could we get more Chad and pregnant reader

You've awoken a need in me that I didn't know I had

That is if your still taking requests

Thank you for your time

Your wish is my command! 🥰 Thanks for requesting and giving me something to write!☺️

I Just Love You - Chad Meeks-Martin

One sentence summary: When the stress of pregnancy hits, Chad always knows how to make it better.

Word count: 913

“Chad” you whine trying to reach a box on the top of your closet.

“Yes my lov-“ he walks into the room but stops in his tracks before running over to you. “What are you doing?” He asks quickly before pulling you away from the closet.

“I can’t reach that box up there” you huff.

“You shouldn’t be trying to reach for it in the first place” Chad shook his head and pulled the box down for you. “What’s in it?”

“Clothes” you shrug, moving closer to the box.

“Why do you need a box full of clothes?” Chad looks at you confused.

“Because nothing fits Chad!” You raise your voice in frustration before calming down again. “I’m sorry, I’m just stressed”

“Why baby?” Chad turned you away from the box to look at him. “Of course things will start to not fit, you’re carrying our baby” he speaks sweetly as he sits on the bed. “Our little ones getting bigger because you’re doing such a good job at taking care of them, it’s a good thing”

“But…I feel huge and uncomfortable in everything” you pout.

“First off, you’re beautiful. Absolutely stunning, I can’t take my eyes off you” he smiles, pulling you to stand between his legs. “Second, wear what makes you comfortable sweetie”

“But everyone-“ you started before he cut you off.

“Will understand that you’re pregnant and need to be comfortable. And if they don’t? Screw them, they’re not carrying the cutest little baby to ever exist” he jokes with a chuckle as he rubs your belly softly.

“You” you take his face in your hands and tilt his face up to look at you. “Are amazing, you know that?” You smile at him.

“Not even half as amazing as you” he smiles widely.

You press a loving kiss to his lips.

“You want to help me pick something I look half decent in to go to Sam, Tara and Quinn’s?” You take a deep breath.

“I’d love to” he drops a quick kiss to your belly and stands. “Even though you look mind meltingly gorgeous in anything”

“Chad, honey” you blush, lightly pushing him away with a hand on his chest.

“I can still make you blush, that’s a win for me” he flexes jokingly.

“Alright, alright” you put his arms back at his sides. “You can put them away now, even though they’re very nice” you giggle.

“Fine, fine” he laughs, following you to the closet.

“I wanted to wear a light green to match what you’re wearing but” you motion to yourself. “That didn’t quite work out”

“Hmm” Chad breathes out as he wraps an arm around your shoulders and rests his chin on your shoulder to look into the closet. “What if you wear this?” He pulls at a bigger light blue shirt with his free hand. “With those leggings you love?”

“Green and blue?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“What better colors to wear to announce the sex of our baby to our friends?” He smiles, pecking your lips quickly.

“Chad…our little one is a girl” you look at him confused.

“Ecactly! It’ll throw them way off” he says happily.

“You’re the absolute cutest” you laugh with a shake of your head. “I think this could work though”

You quickly change into the new outfit and turn to look at Chad.

“You look beautiful” he smiles, reaching out a hand for you to take. “You always looks beautiful” he pulls you to him the second you take his hand.

“You’re such a liar, you’ve seen me at my worst” you laugh, resting your hands on his shoulders.

“I don’t lie baby” he chuckles “you were still beautiful at your worst”

“If that’s the case in anyone’s eyes, I’m glad it’s yours” you smile and lean down to kiss him sweetly.

“Alright” Chad pulls you closer so your belly is near him. “Pep talk time little lady”

“Chad” you giggle at his playfulness.

“Mommy and daddy have to tell all your aunts and uncles today that you’re our perfect little baby girl” Chad talks to your belly, resting a hand on each side as you smile adoringly down at him. “You have to behave for mommy okay? Mommy is very tired and she does such a good job at taking care of you. Just take it easy okay my little papaya?”

“Papaya? I thought it was a pomegranate?” You look at him confused.

“That was last week, this week she’s a little papaya” he smiles up at you from his current position.

“I knew letting you buy that book was a bad idea” you giggle.

“It was a great idea! Did you know most women’s water doesn’t even break?”

“You’ve mentioned that” you lean down with a smile and give him another quick kiss.

“See? I’m an expert now” he beamed.

“Well baby expert, we better get going. Sam will kill us if we’re late to our own makeshift gender reveal” you breathe.

“Our little ones the star of the show” he stands and kisses the top of your head. “Relax, it’ll be fun. Everyone will make sure you’re comfortable and I’ll be right there catering to your every need”

“How do you know exactly what to say at all times to make me feel better? It’s like you have a magic power” you wrap your arms around him.

“I just love you” he smiles, taking your face in his hands and kissing you deeply.

#scream #scream 6 #scream fanfic #scream vi #chad meeks martin #chad meeks martin x reader #chad meeks-martin #scream 2022 #scream 5 #mason gooding

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coqxettee · 1 year

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How to be like

🧁 Cat Valentine 🎀

Tips on how to be like the cutest, pink, sugar frosting girl in the whole wide world.

Cat Valentine!! 🍭💖👄🌸🍰💝🍥

MORNING: ☀️ Start every day with a positive attitude! Cat is fun loving, free spirited and sweet. Wake up and put on your snuggliest, pinkest, fluffiest pyjamas! Snuggle with a stuffe in bed for a while and read a book/check your phone to wake you up 💘

Try and always be in your own world. Cheery and optimistic as possible 💘

Eat sweet, sugary cereal for breakfast! I imagine cat likes lucky charms and have it with some chocolate milk! 🌈

Have a shower and use the sugariest, sweetest shower gel, body lotion and products you can find 🧁 We want to smell like a cupcake all day long, so make sure you use a body cream, hand cream, body sprays/perfume and a lip balm so you radiate cotton candy energy all day 💘

WARDROBE:🎀 ANYTHING pink! Floral print, denim jeans, pink zip-up hoodies, flats & pumps, floral dresses, pink mesh skirts, peplum tops, pink tanks, cardigans, tracksuits, anything with frills and lace, babydoll dresses and anything that gives a soft, vintage, feminine feel! The list is endless! 💘

HAIR: 🎀 Section your hair into a side part and twist the two pieces you have sectioned behind your head. Fasten with small hair pins/small claw clips. (Cat uses those exact ones!) Lastly, using a curling iron, tightly curl the ends of your hair. Lots of tight, springy ringlets! Finish with hairspray and your done! Easy Cat Valentine hair 💁🏼‍♀️

MAKEUP: 🎀 A full face of the cutest makeup you can find! Go heavy on the blush and add a line of eyeliner to your lid. Use glittery eyeshadow if you have it and use pink, sparkly lip gloss on your lips! 👄💖

Have a cute school bag/stationary/supplies. Never be afraid to customise and make everything look adorable and PINK 💗

Listen to pink, bubblegum pop-music! Put your earphones in and listen to some 2013, girly throwback music. Ariana’s album “Yours truly” is great for this, and so is her song “put your hearts up” she once said in an interview that she feels that if Cat had a single, it would of been “put your hearts up!” 🎶💗

Eat sweet, sugary things! 🍭🧁🍓🍰 Cat looooooves sugar. Especially Bibble! There are loads of “Bibble inspired” recipes online made with popcorn, but if you are in the UK, you can also buy “Rainbow Drops” from any food store! They are basically Bibble and they are soooo sweet and crunchy. They are also colourful too! 🌈 Cat loves candy, sugary breakfast cereal, ice cream and red velvet cupcake! Always carry around candy with you and offer it to others when you can! 🍭🌈💖

Carry a stuffed animal around with you. You don’t have to do this ofc, but even if it’s a cute little keychain to your backpack or bag! 🐰💘

Wear cross body bags/purses in the shape of animals or cute things. Clip a bunch of cute keychains and badges to them to customise them and make them yours! 💘

Have a cute phone case and add a cute phone charm too! Organise your phone layout and have something pink and sugary/something that makes you happy as your lock screen! 💘

Always wear cotton candy/sweet scented perfumes and body sprays so you smell like a sugar girl allllll day long 💘

Cat Valentine Activities: Watch kids cartoons, colour in colouring books, read fairytales, go to the beach, go to a dessert shop, sing, sew, study, go to the fairground, and spend time with friends! Have fun everyday and don’t be afraid to bring out your inner child. Cat is all about healing her inner child 💘

Have a pink colourful room! Cat’s room is AMAZING. Even though it’s split in half with Sam’s, she has everything she loved scattered about. Pink, glitter, sweets, stuffed animals, rainbows and more! Add some of these into your own room to give it that Cat Valentine feel 💘

Collect stuffed animals! Cat has a HUGE collection, she also has a lot of the “TY beanie baby’s” and unicorn plushies! She even gave them names and birthdays🤣💘

NIGHT: 🌙 It’s time to unwind after a long day of being ditzy and adorable. Have a relaxing bath/shower using your favourite scented products and get into a fluffy onsie! Cat has candy jammies! 🍭 Warm up some hot coco or milk to help you relax. Chill out and watch a comfort cartoon show/movie, read a book and snuggle up with your stuffies. Drift off to dream happy, sugar frosting dreams 🌈💖🍭🌸🐰

And there you go! 🍭💖

I hope this was fun to read! I mainly wrote it to get my thoughts out and because I love the character. Cat is a great character to take inspiration from because she is so cheerful and has her friends best interests at heart, therefore she is so fun and lovely to be around. I hope this post helps you radiate her ditzy, cutesy energy at the very least 🎀💖🍭🐰🌸🌙🌈💘

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abeautylives · 1 year

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Imperfect Moments - Chapter Eight

Series Masterlist

pairing: Jakexfemale!reader

word count: just under 5.4k this chapter

series summary: You’re in love with your best friend. His twin brother hates you. Or does he?

chapter summary: An impromptu date night leaves you both feeling more.

warnings: 18+ minors stay far away, language, fluff (they’re so cute), explicit sexual content, oral (m. receiving, mention of f. receiving), fingering (anal, oops), unprotected penetrative sex, light biting

This is not gonna work.

Between the two of them, your phone never stops going off.

Josh has never texted you this much. He never texts anyone this much. It’s not annoying, but between him and his brother, it’s… overwhelming.

After three days of it, you can’t take it anymore. When you get off work on Friday you call Jake from your car. He answers simply by saying your name, voice quiet and deep.

“Come over. One hour.” It’ll give you time to shower and order food, and only one twin will be blowing up your phone for the night but you’ll be blissfully unaware because it will be on DND. It sounds like heaven.

“Is that a request or a demand?”

“Which do you prefer?”

“Ooh, um… dealer’s choice, I’m game.”

“Then it’s a demand. Bring something to drink that pairs well with Chinese food. And make sure you smell good.” His scent had faded from your sheets and been replaced with the smell of your detergent. It’ll never be good enough again.

“Hm, I like this side of you. Anything else?”

“I’ll make the rest of my demands when you’re three sheets to the wind. Less chance of you saying no.”

As if I’d deny you anything. “That’s a sailing term you know.”

“I know that, Captain Jake. See you soon.”

“See you in an hour, sweetheart.” He’s chuckling as he hangs up.

Your apartment looks a little different when he arrives. You haven’t changed anything, really, but there are candles lit around the living room and your television is on with the volume low. It feels cozy, welcoming. He makes himself at home and kicks his boots off at the door before handing you two plastic grocery bags full of bottles that clink together as you accept them.

When you turn to carry them to the kitchen, he pulls you back to him with a hand around your upper arm. His lips are puckered and eyes squeezed shut when you look back at him.

“You’re cute, Kiszka.” You give him the kiss he’s asking for. Satisfied, he follows you to the kitchen when he lets you go.

“I’m actually the cutest Kiszka. You can ask anyone, they’ll agree.”

As you pull the various bottles of wine from the bags and set them on the counter, you reply over your shoulder, “Really? I’ve always thought Sam was the cutest of the three of you idiots. Veronica has you all beat though.”

“She looks just like me, I’ll accept a tie for first.” After you’ve got the bottles set in a row, he grabs you by the arm and spins you into his chest. “You think Sam is cute? Do I need to worry about him too?”

You shove the empty bags into his face. “Like I said, you’re an idiot.” You’re both laughing as he grabs them and moves to pass you, holding them up with a raise of an eyebrow to ask where you want them. “Under the sink.”

Once they’re in their new home, he turns to lean against the counter and crosses his arms and ankles. “So, for what purpose have I been summoned here? You plan to have your way with me and kick me to the curb?”

“Ha, not quite. I thought we could eat some food, drink some wine and watch a movie.”

“Is this a date?” He’s wagging his eyebrows at you. “I’ll have you know, I always put out on the first date.”

“That explains a lot. Truly.” A knock at the door interrupts the playful moment. “Perfect timing. Dinner has arrived.”

After digging through the mountain of food you’d ordered, not knowing what he would like, and deciding to open each bottle and drink them flight-style, he helps you move everything to your coffee table.

Settling in at the same end of the couch he’d chosen before, he asks “What are we watching?”

“Oh, I think you’ll be pleased. Actually, I know you will. And before your head gets all big over it, I’ll have you know that it’s one of my favorites, so it isn’t just for you.”

“So it’s not porn?”

“Jake! Is your mind always in the gutter?” You’re smiling down at him, standing near where he’s sitting. When he leans forward and wraps his hands around the backs of your thighs and pulls you to shuffle closer, you briefly wish you were wearing a dress again. Just to feel his hands on your bare skin.

Having maneuvered you to stand between his spread legs, his head is tilted up at you and he rests his chin on your stomach above the waist of your jeans. “What can I say, you have that effect on me.” He drops his chin and places kisses across your hips, you let your hands find their way to the back of his head and weave your fingers into his hair. Mumbling against your left hip, his next words shoot straight to your core.

“We could box this stuff back up and I could eat your pussy instead.” Your hold on his head turns into a grip in his hair. “Mm, you liked that.”

Pulling his head back so he’s looking up at you again, you whisper down at his hooded eyes and lopsided grin, “Later.”

“Promise? I missed it.”

“Promise.” You tug him away from you and he lets go of your legs to settle back into the couch. As you sit next to him you ask him to pour the wine. You’ve brought four glasses to the table to share, each one for a different wine. While he pours, you pull up the movie you’d chosen and wait for him to notice. Setting the last bottle down, he looks up to the screen.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” His eyes have lit up like a child presented with a gift. He snaps his head to you but you’re already watching him. His mouth, dropped open in surprise, shifts and stretches until his lips are doing that curly thing at the corners and you can see all of his teeth. “This is like… my favorite movie.”

“I thought it might be.” As you lift the remote and hit play, he pulls your face in with a hand on either side of it. The kiss is hard at first, he’s pulled you in roughly and his lips are smashed against yours. You reciprocate and hum into it when he loosens his hold and the kiss turns soft, sweet. He’s still looking at you like you’ve given him everything he ever wanted when your lips separate. “Let’s eat…”

He holds you like that for a long moment before dropping his eyes. You both turn towards the tv and dive into your food as Pirates of the Caribbean rolls on the screen.

The experience is not unlike watching a movie, or a film, with Josh. Jake talks the entire time, but rather than explaining the technical aspects of how the movie was made, he’s murmuring each line under his breath. Watching him is more entertaining than the movie itself, he’s almost totally engrossed in it but manages to eat his food and even discuss with you which wine is the best and why. He reaches over and grabs your knee during his favorite parts, grinning and laughing and you can’t help but to do the same.

When you’ve each had your fill, he settles back into the corner of the couch with a glass in his hand and uses his other to pull you into his side, arm slung around your shoulders. You tuck your legs under yourself and sip your drink, letting your free hand rest on his thigh.

Typically after Chinese food and wine, a movie this long would have you knocked out well before the end. Tonight though, your body is buzzing with a relaxed pleasure. It feels good, all of it. The company, the spread, the entertainment. It all came together perfectly and the on-edge feeling of the last few days has melted away. Still, toward the last twenty minutes or so, your focus is no longer on the screen.

You’re watching your fingers draw circles over the denim covering Jake’s thigh. It’s thin and worn, a small hole forming near where you’re moving your fingertips. You’re sure there’s a story, or stories, behind this particular pair of jeans, you’ve seen them on him countless times. He and his brothers are notorious outfit repeaters but you’ve always found it charming, sustainable even. When Jake notices you’re no longer paying attention to the movie, he places his glass on the tiny table next to the couch before reaching over and taking yours to set there as well. The movement breaks you out of your study of his pants and you lift your face to his. He’s smiling at you, eyes soft and searching yours.

“Thank you for this.”

“Don’t thank me, my motives were entirely selfish.” His eyebrows shoot up his forehead in question. “I told you, it’s one of my favorite movies.” You don’t elaborate on how you’d needed a break from the constant contact via phone. It doesn’t bother you, talking to them, but you’ve never experienced this before. Most past conversations with Josh had been initiated by you, you see that now, and even when those lasted an entire day… he was the only one. You’re already struggling to keep up with the attention of them both.

Maybe it’s a you problem, not a them problem.

“That may be, but I appreciate it nonetheless. This is not what I was expecting when you called.”

“What were you expecting?” You already know the answer.

“I dunno, a bootycall?” He laughs, “I don’t think I’ve ever even said that word before, but yeah, that. I thought maybe you just needed to get laid.”

“Who says I don’t?”

“Oh I know you do, it’s written all over your face. Terrible at hiding your emotions, you are.” You feel the blush bloom across your cheeks, he really does read you like a book.

“Can I ask you a personal question?” When you nod your head he adds, “If it’s too personal, you don’t have to answer it. I'm just curious.”

“You’re just nosy. Go ahead then, ask away.”

“How long had it been?” You don’t understand what he means so you tilt your head to the side and pull your eyebrows together. “Since you’d fu- had sex with someone? Before me?” The blush burns hotter but he keeps fanning the flame. “Were you sleeping with other people when you were.. while you…”

“While I was in love with your brother?” A strange noise emits from his throat and he tries to cover it with a cough.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, don’t answer that. I don’t know why I asked.”

“Because you’re nosy. And you don’t know all that much about me… but no.” You answer honestly. “I was dating people, before, but I just… I just fell for him. I couldn’t see anyone beyond him.” He stays silent, turning your words over in his head. “Jake, we don’t have to talk about him.”

“No, I know. I just… What made you see me?”

Ouch. There’s a thin veil of insecurity coating his words and you feel it.

You sit up taller, still against his side, and bring your hand up to cup his jaw and make sure he’s looking at your eyes. Because he’ll be able to read you.

“You made me see you. It was… abrupt, to say the least, but the night of the party, you made me see a lot of things clearly. And it hurt, but it was worth it. Because you’re here, and you make me feel good and… special, appreciated.” Loved, you make me feel loved.

He releases a breath he’s been holding. You can’t read him the way he perceives you so easily, but he’s better at hiding how he’s feeling when he needs to. You have no idea that his thoughts mirror yours, that those thoughts cause panic to bubble in his throat. He knows he has no right to be falling for you so quickly but it feels like a long time coming. You just don’t know how long it’s been. Knowing his mouth might betray him, he opens it to speak.

“Good. That’s all I ever wanted.” He leans in to take your face into his hands, pulls you close. You take it a step further and crawl into his lap, throwing a leg over his to straddle him. When your lips meet, it’s slow and consuming, but quickly turns heated as his hands find your hips to drag you against him.

“Let’s go to your room,” he whispers into your skin as he draws his lips over your jaw.

Head thrown to the side to give him access, you whisper back, “No, here. Now.”

Here’s as good a place as any, so he grips the bottom hem of your shirt and starts to tug it upward, pulls it over your head when you lift your arms. As soon as it’s bared to him, his lips seek contact with your chest, kissing and nipping over your collarbone before moving to the other. You hold him there, pressing kisses into his hair as he sucks a bruise into the thin skin.

“Jake, that’s gonna leave a mark…”

“Mm don’t care. Gonna leave more.”

You can’t bring yourself to care any further as his mouth moves lower, his hands coming to cup your lace covered breasts and push them up. After trailing kisses over the exposed top of each, he pulls the lace down to free them. As he leans back to admire his work, his eyes find a fading purplish yellow mark on the otherwise unmarred skin around one of your nipples.

“Damn, did I do this to you sweetheart?” He brushes his lips over the discoloration. “Does it hurt?”

“Not anymore,” there’s a hint of disappointment in your tone. The purple bloom shaped distinctly like Jake’s teeth had been a pretty reminder of that night, the dull pain elicited a fond memory. You pull him in again and he closes his mouth over it, running the tip of his tongue around it before sucking gently and releasing it with a soft pop. He repeats the action over your other nipple and on a sigh you ask him to take his shirt off too.

It’s over his head and tossed away immediately before his grip returns to your thighs to grind you over his dick, now hard and straining against the denim.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go to bed? You can still be on top,” he chuckles and you feel him press into you with the motion.

“No,” you’re breathless and rolling your hips into his now, over and over, “Fuck me right here, wanna think about you every night when I sit here, remember how good it was.”

He thinks to himself that that’s a lot of pressure to put on a man, but when a low moan leaves your mouth he has no doubts that it’ll be good. “Whatever you want, here stand up for me.”

You groan at the loss of friction as he lifts you off of his lap and pushes you to stand in front of him, but his hands are already working the button and zipper of your jeans, and he’s helping you step out of them before you can mourn too deeply. You slip your fingers under the lace at your hips but he stops you with his hands over yours.

“Leave ‘em on, you look so fucking good like this.”

He lets his eyes drag down the length of your body, your tits spilling out of the bra still secured around your chest and he’s already picturing your panties pulled to the side. Conceding, you push him back against the cushions and sink to your knees to undo his jeans. He shifts to help you pull them off and his briefs, black this time, come with them. Totally comfortable in his nakedness, legs spread wide and dick resting on his stomach, he smirks as you look him over and run your palms over his thighs.

When one of them slides inward, his cock twitches. Wrapping tentative fingers around it, you keep your eyes on his face as you squeeze it lightly.

“Hmmm… keep doing that. Feels good.” When you tighten your grip again, he wraps his hand around yours and does it with you.

“Can I?” You know he likes it, he knows you want it.

“Please don’t ever ask me that, I am never going to say no.”

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips before you pucker them into a kiss directly over his slit. He whimpers when you flatten your tongue and lick a wet stripe from the base to the tip. You think he might actually cry when you lift your face to hover over his lap and let a thin string of spit drip from your lips to land on the head. When you move your hand over it, running your palm over the head and stroking down the length of him, he curses sharply.

“Shit Y/N, why are you so good at this?”

Taking in your self-confident expression and raised eyebrow, he follows up with, “Nevermind, don’t answer that.”

A giggle slips past your parted lips before you close them around him. A hum pulses in your throat as you sink to the base and feel him slip to the back. Before you retreat, you nuzzle your nose into the soft hair there and swallow around him. His hips buck gently of their own accord, but he denies you when you nod your head.

“Not this time, love. Do it how you want, it feels so good,” he’s relaxed into it, head laid back as a hand takes a loose hold in your hair. He doesn’t push or pull you, just keeps your hair wrapped around his fist as yours pumps over him and meets your lips.

You can’t help the moan that creeps out when the taste of his precum hits your tongue, the vibration shoots all the way to his toes and he bucks into you again.

Popping off of him, you keep stroking slowly, his cock and your hand slippery with your saliva. He lifts his head to watch you, and when you open your mouth to speak he cuts you off.

“No.”

“No, what?”

“I’d rather cum inside you, don’t even ask.” You huff out a laugh because he’s read you again. “In fact, get up here.” He helps you to your feet and when you’re straddling his lap again, you grind your cunt over his bare cock as you capture his lips with yours. As your tongues meet he runs one hand down your back and the other up the side of your neck until he has a handful of your ass and another of your hair.

Pushing his hips up into you, he holds you close while your bodies move together. Pulling his lips from yours, he tugs your head to the side to move them down your neck. “You want it like this, sweetheart? Want me to fill you up just like this?” You nod against his hold in your hair. “Yeah? Slip your panties to the side and say it.”

You reach down between your bodies and lift yourself enough to pull the soaked fabric aside, rub your slick core down his length and gasp when the head catches your clit.

“Say it.”

“Fuck me, baby…”

Lifting you up again with his grip on your ass, he pulls his other hand from your hair to wrap it around himself, run it through the wetness that’s spread over your skin then line it up. Lips still close to your ear, he whispers, “You fuck me.”

Gripping the back of the couch over his shoulders, you sink down onto him slowly about halfway, then lift yourself until just the tip of him is tucked inside. Rolling your hips a little, just over the head of him, you look down to his face to find him staring down to where you’re connected. Because he’s watching, you do it again, halfway down, up, roll. When you do it a third time he lifts his eyes to yours.

“I said fuck me, not tease me.”

He pulls you down onto him hard, your skin slaps together and a curse explodes from your mouth, but he doesn’t give you time to recover before he’s lifting and dropping you onto his cock again and again. When you take over, he brings one hand back up to your hair and your bodies are moving against each other just how they were before.

Except now, his dick is buried deep inside you and your cunt is making a mess all over his lap. Your mouths meet in a sloppy kiss but neither of you could care. So much of your skin is touching, slick or sticky, sliding against each other or stuck together, and all of it feels. So. Good.

When he sucks and bites at the skin at the base of your neck, you don’t stop him.

“…paint your throat purple. Everyone would know what you let me do.”

When the hand on your ass slides inward, dips between your legs and back up, and he slowly slides the tip of his finger up the cleft… you don’t stop him.

“I’d do anything to make you cum… All the dirty things you want…”

When the whine passes your lips and hits his ear he murmurs, “You want it?” You nod your head that’s resting on his shoulder. He slips his hand between your legs again, collects more of your arousal on this finger and brings it back to circle over you. “You sure?”

“Mm hmm, do it…” You slow the rhythm you’d set but keep riding him, pumping your hips into his. He’s pushing against you and you don’t resist, and once he’s slid inside to the first knuckle the sound that rips from you is one you hardly recognize as human.

“Fuck. Fuck! Keep going sweetheart, just like that. Just like that.” Your pussy had gripped him tight when he’d entered you, and your clit is rubbing against him at the base of his dick. You can feel yourself squeezing him with every rock of your hips and he’s thrusting his off the couch, chasing the feeling. “Can you cum like this? I need you to cum. What do you need?” The words rush out of him, he’s dangerously close to tumbling over that edge and he wants to take you with him.

“Kiss me, just don’t stop.”

Pulling your face from where you’d tucked it into the hot crook of his neck, you find his coated in sweat, all of the hair that’s touching his skin is soaked and stuck to him. You flex your fingers out of their death grip on the back of the couch and run them over his forehead and cheeks, pushing it away before you pull him to your mouth.

The speed of your hips picks up, the friction against your clit draws a low moan from your mouth and he swallows it before pumping his finger deeper into your ass. “Yes, yes baby, don’t stop, I’m there.”

He thrusts up into you and he’s spilling over, hot and harder than he can ever remember cumming before. “Shit shit shit, I- fuck I’m sorry..”

He’s babbling an apology for finishing before you but the sound of him losing control pulls you over with him. Your muscles spasm around him everywhere as your mouth opens and your throat closes. He keeps you rocking gently against him until you come down, and when he feels the tension slip from your body he slides his finger out of you carefully and lets you collapse into his chest.

You’re both quiet for a long time as your breathing regulates and the sweat coating your skin cools and dries. Jake’s dick, still inside you, has gone soft as his release leaks out of you around him and into his lap. His head is leaned back against the couch again and your cheek is resting on his shoulder, nose rubbing softly against his neck and breathing him in deeply. You’re the first to whisper into the silence.

“You smell so good.” His quiet laughter shakes his chest and your body laid against it.

“I’m sure that I do not. Not right now.”

You pull another deep breath in through your nose. “Nope. Absolutely delicious.”

Silence falls over you both again for a while.

He could honestly fall asleep like this, tucked inside you with your body cuddled into him, but the film of dry sweat on his skin is uncomfortable and he’s sure your legs need to stretch.

“Sweetheart? Do you wanna take a shower and go to bed?”

“Hmm, are you gonna stay?”

“I would love to, if you want.” He watches as you lift from his chest and stretch your arms over your head.

“I do want. Let’s go.” He helps you climb from his lap, glances down at the mess the two of you have made across his lower stomach, moisture glistening in the hair there. Once you’re steady on your feet, you hold your hands out for him to grab. “C’mon baby, let’s get cleaned up.” His eyes snap to yours but you don’t show any sign that you realize what you’ve said.

And you really don’t. You don’t even realize that you’ve only called him that during sex, reverting back to his name when it’s over.

He’d noticed though.

Smiling up at you, he takes your hands and lets you lead him to the bathroom. “Should we clean the food up?”

“Later. Tomorrow. Never, I don’t care right now.”

You washed each other’s skin with gentle hands under the hot water. Jake locked your front door, put the leftovers in the fridge and blew out the candles while you finished your regular nighttime routine. When he met you back in your bedroom, you were still naked and waiting for him under the covers. He slipped his underwear back off and joined you.

When he asked if he could taste you, make you cum one more time, you told him to never ask you that again. You were never going to say no.

As you snuggled into his side and laid your head on his chest, he peppered kisses over the crown of your head before whispering “goodnight sweetheart” into your hair. When you replied, it was mumbled into his skin.

“Goodnight Jake…”

It was almost perfect.

In the morning, you wake up alone, the space next to you empty and cold. You roll into it and smell the pillow, but it smells like your detergent, your shampoo. A small frown turns your lips down as you realize it was a dream.

Until you hear his voice coming from the other room. Wait, there are two voices. Crawling from the bed, you throw on a tank top and a pair of baggy sweats before walking out into the next room where you’re met with two matching pairs of wide honey brown eyes.

“For fuck’s sake Jacob…” Josh is leaned against your kitchen counter, arms crossed and eyes zeroed in on your chest.

Jake, shirtless and seated in a chair at your table, laughs softly over the rim of a coffee cup. “What? She likes it.”

You hold a hand up, motioning for them to stop speaking. “She is right here. Josh,” you turn to face him directly, “What are you doing here?”

He doesn’t lift his eyes to yours, and you realize he’s still trailing them over the purple and red splotches littering your chest and neck. When he doesn’t answer, you move closer and snap your fingers in front of his face, prompting him to lift it to yours.

“Hello? What are you doing here?”

“We have plans today… I brought you breakfast.”

You smile despite the thick tension blanketing the room. This wasn’t an abnormal occurrence over the course of your friendship, you would plan out a day of thrifting or hiking or movie watching, and one of you would pick up coffee and muffins or croissants for you both.

“I didn't expect you to still be asleep. I definitely didn’t expect him to be answering your door.” He jerks his head toward Jake, who’s still wearing a smug smile. “Darling, your neck looks like a Monet. What the f-“

“I beg you to mind your business.”

“Yeah Josh, mind your business.”

“Shut up Jake.” You and Josh speak in unison.

Letting your head fall back, you sigh and stare at your ceiling for a moment before addressing them both.

“Okay, this is awkward but I suppose inevitable. Can we try to be adults about it?” Your eyes flick back and forth between their faces. “Please?”

They both nod in agreement but Josh isn’t done. “So, what is this exactly? Whatever’s going on here.” He gestures his hand between you and Jake, watches as your eyes meet and chuckles when you both stay silent. “Interesting.”

Jake’s searching your face, eyes bouncing from your own to your lips and back, looking for an answer. When you break the eye contact and drop your gaze to the floor, he finds one.

“Yeah, interesting. I guess I’ll head out and let you two get to it.” He’s already moving past you to your room to grab his things.

“You’re an idiot!” You whisper-yell at Josh, swatting at his chest and arms as soon as Jake’s out of the kitchen. You’re both laughing when Jake returns with his shirt on and his phone and keys in hand.

“Josh, I’ll see you at home. Later Y/N.” You shoot Josh a stern look before following Jake to your door.

Calling to him softly, he only stops to face you once his hand is on the door handle. Your words are quiet, the lack of privacy in the small space doesn’t give you much to work with.

“Hey… you’re really gonna leave like that?” Your hand finds his upper arm and you wrap your fingers around it and squeeze.

“Leave like what? You have shit to do, I have shit to do. I’ve clearly overstayed my welcome.” His curt response causes a pang of guilt in your chest.

“You haven’t, I’m sorry… I- this is so awkward. I didn’t know what to say.”

“It’s cool, I’ll just talk to you later okay?”

“No, it’s not okay. Don’t leave here mad at me…”

“Kiss me, then.” When your eyes go wide, his lips curve into a smirk. “Right here, in front of him. Kiss me goodbye.” It feels like that moment in the green room, your body is tense and you can feel the other eyes in the room on you.

Josh is still propped against the counter in the kitchen, watching curiously and trying to read your lips. This is almost more entertaining than watching you hate each other.

Jake thinks that you’re going to refuse him. His hand hasn’t left the handle and he hasn’t moved closer to you in any way, so when you move in and cup his face in both of your hands, his eyes go wide. You brush your lips over his, but he’s stunned still and unmoving until you do it again. Pulled into his arms, he slides a hand up into your hair and moves his lips against yours as if you’re not only alone, but the only two people on earth.

When he pulls away, his arms stay wrapped around you and he pecks another kiss to your swollen lips before whispering, “Don’t forget about me, sweetheart.”

“No, no I won’t…”

He’s waving a goodbye to his brother over his head and out the door before you can say anything else. When the latch clicks into place, you turn your body slowly back to Josh.

Through a shit-eating grin he says, “That went well. Can you eat your breakfast and cover that shit up on your neck now, so we can go out? I’ve missed you.”

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girls-alias · 6 months

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Sam's years - Sam Winchester X reader.

Part 1

Title: Sam's years.

Words: 1109.

Relation: Sam x reader.

No tw

Prompt:

Sam running into you years later after you left the hunting life.

Sam's pov :

I closed the impala door before approaching the kinder garden. I can't believe we're picking a kid up just so Dean can get laid! I stood off to the side as Dean talked to the woman at the desk. He didn't seem to have much luck as She kept shaking her head and ignoring him.

"Sam?" a voice called beside me, the voice was familiar but I couldn't place it. I turned to see y/n looking at me slightly confused, slightly panicked. The truth was I was feeling panicked too. The last time I saw y/n She was leaving. Leaving the hunting life, leaving her reality and leaving me. We weren't officially dating, everyone knew we were together but we never really said it.

"How've you been?' She asked a little nervously. I was nervous too, I haven't seen her in years but she looks just as beautiful as she was when I fell in love with her. I couldn't hold in my smile.

"I'm good, Dean's his usual self. Picking a kid up so he can get laid with the mother." I chuckled as she giggled slightly, the beautiful giggle I had always missed. "What are you doing here?' I asked looking around the bright colours of the kinder garden. She cleared her throat about to speak when She was interrupted.

"Mommy!" a little girl chanted as she ran to y/n. The little girl instantly ran into her arms as she crouched to hug her. I looked over the scene confused but soon saw Dean approaching seeming just as confused as I was. Y/n began talking to the little girl about her day.

"Is that?' Dean questions so I answered with a simple yes. "She has a kid?' he questioned again so I repeated my answer. I was shaken back into reality when the little girl approached Dean and me.

"Hi, I'm Rory." The little girl explained in the cutest voice imaginable.

"It's nice to meet you," Dean replied showing how bad he is with kids. He doesn't know she won't understand.

"It's nice to meet you too. You're Sam and Dean, my mommy has a photo with you at home," Rory explained and I was a little shocked not just because of the photo but because she couldn't be any older than three. She's a baby and having a full conversation.

"Who are you here for?" Y/N asked Dean so he smiled.

"Lydia's boy," He explained so she smiled and approached the woman at the desk. She began talking to her but I couldn't listen in.

"How tall are you?" Rory asked me so I looked at her.

"6'3," I replied. So, she smiled.

"You're taller than my dad. I've never met him but mommy says I'll probably be taller than her because of his height," She explained so I smiled. She seems pretty smart for a child. Dean gave me a look, I couldn't explain it but I looked at him confused.

"He had to have died, no one would dare leave Y/N even if she was pregnant, she's still hot," He commented making me roll my eyes. It was always obvious Dean wanted her but she paid him no attention, even before her and I were almost a thing. It's strange to see her having a normal life. Every hunter always says there's no way out but she did it. I always believed that if anyone could do it, it would be her. Y/N started approaching us again, this time a boy was holding her hand. She smiled at me and it felt as though nothing had changed like I was back 4 years in time and seeing her as I always did. A weird part of me was expecting her to do our little signal for us to find somewhere private but she didn't, she just smiled at Rory.

"Where are you heading?" I asked a little too enthusiastically. She giggled and Rory seemed to look at her a little confused. Giggling was always something she only did with me, maybe that's still the case. I smiled at the thought.

"Rory and I have plans but it was nice seeing you," She explained as she said goodbye to the little boy and took Rory's hand. She gave me a final smile before leaving, I watched after her as my eyes followed her out of view.

I was sat with the little boy, Luke, as Dean entertained his mother. Luke was happily watching TV so I sat thinking of Y/N. She hasn't changed, even after giving birth, she had the same body and smile.

"What's your name?" The boy asked bringing me back to reality.

"Sam," I replied a little confused, I had told him earlier.

"Why does that man call you Sammy?" He asked so I sighed. I don't want to think about Dean right now, not when I know what he's doing to his mom.

"I'm his brother, he always calls me Sammy," I explained but he smiled.

"Why didn't Rory call you Daddy?" He asked so I looked at him confused. "My mom says Rory's dad was called Sammy and miss Y/N was stupid for leaving him. She thinks she's an idiot because she saw your picture and says you're hot... Are you sick?" He rambled and suddenly I was lost thinking.

"How old is Rory?" I asked and he smiled.

"3, she brought the cake into school last week," He explained and I sat silently doing maths. If Rory is 3 and her birthday was last week then Y/N would have been 4 months pregnant when she left. The baby is mine! Rory is my little girl! I quickly jumped to my feet.

"Wait here and watch the TV" I explained before hurrying out the house and into the Impala. I hurried to the school and approached the woman at the desk. "Y/N, do you know where she is?" I asked hastily. The woman at the desk seemed surprised by my urgency but calmed down to give me a sympathetic look.

"She just called, she pulled Rory out of school. Y/N's dad has fallen sick and she needs to leave town to look after him, I'm sorry," She explained making me groan. I rubbed my face as I willed the tears in my eyes not to fall. Y/N's dad died years ago, it's why she became a hunter. I sighed as I left, it's been years since I've seen her, I don't want to wait another 4 years to see her again. What am I supposed to do?

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threadsun · 2 months

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Flanon Asks: "Omg okay, biting.

TDV, DOL, your OCs, anything. I want to see biting/marking headcanons or writing!!!

I had a friend (I don’t wanna say Situationship or fwb but we have a vibe ig) who bit me on the arm the other day and hoooooly shit oh my god 😫

Maybe the bitten/biter experiences some sorta euphoria or like, ‘click’ after experiencing it for the first time?

- 🍮"

Ooooh I love biting!! I'll give a selection of who I think would be most into it >:3c

Content: biting, sadism, marking

To Do Valley:

Abigail bites people both as a stim and because she thinks it's funny to see how they react! She'll bite anyone she likes, especially her friends and partners.

Harvey tends to bite out of a mixture of sadism and curiosity. He loves how startled people are by it since he doesn't seem the type, and he loves to watch the way bite marks develop and heal.

Sebastian and Maru both make the cutest sounds when you bite them~ They'll squeak and whimper and squirm and it's absolutely adorable, especially when they get flustered after!

Sam gets flustered if you bite him and definitely enjoys it, and he'll bite you right back! He's got kinda sharp teeth too, so he always leaves some deep marks that he admires later.

Degrees of Lewdity:

Robin and Sydney blush and make cute sounds when you bite them too! If you rile them up enough, they might bite back, though they'll be apologetic about it afterwards.

Kylar will leave you covered in bite marks to claim you and will demand that you do the same for him. Everyone needs to know that the two of you belong to each other.

Whitney bites you for fun, he likes watching you yelp and squirm! He also thinks it's hot if you get overwhelmed during sex and bite him to let out some of that pent up energy~

Black Wolf is obviously a biter. She's gentle because she knows you can't handle the full strength of her jaws, but she uses it to hold you in place and show her ownership.

Avery will bite you as a warning when you upset her. For her it's not a sexy thing, it's an anger thing, but if it turns you on then she'll definitely mentally file that away to use against you.

Izzy enjoys biting and being bitten, she gets real giggly over it. You can tell she's going to bite you because she starts giggling first. And if you bite her, you'd better be ready to fuck~

Weird Earth:

Zander is a biter, especially in golem mode but just in general. His teeth are sharp and jagged~ He'll also moan if you bite him and ask you to do it again, harder.

Glitch bites out of anger, annoyance, being overwhelmed... really any strong emotion is enough to make him sink his fangs into you. Especially if you ignore his hissing.

Lin bites for fun and curiosity. He gets bored easily, and biting always gets a fun reaction from people. He also loves to see who does and doesn't get turned on by it~

Yana enjoys startling you by biting you suddenly and for no reason. She wants to keep you on your toes. She'll definitely mock you if you get turned on when she bites you.

Gin and Aisling both have very sharp teeth and like to bite for fun. Gin's teeth are slightly jagged and she loves marking you. Aisling enjoys riling you up whenever she can~

Callum loves to bite and be bitten. It's pretty much inevitable if you're getting frisky with him. Expect to be covered in drool and bite marks whenever you start kissing him.

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twisting-echo · 3 months

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So ¿what in your opinion are Danny fenton's top 5 cutest crossover ships? In both het and slash.

So ¿two top 5's? I don't know.

Well, this is going to be fun because I have more than just 5 hehehe 😼

1) Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom x Manny Rivera/El Tigre (TigerGhost/TigerSpirit) I just fell in love with their dynamic, thanks to @/nicktoonsunite

I love Danny and Manny because Danny tends to be a little more serious and easily stressed out than Manny. And Manny's laid-back and fun loving personality helps balance that out for Danny. But the main draw for me is that they both understand what it's like to have separate identities that clash with their lives and the responsibility of protecting others. Even though they may feel like their powers get in the way of their normal lives sometimes, they will always put aside their own needs to do what's right.

2) Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom x SpongeBob SquarePants (SpongeBoo) because of @/nicktoonsunite (and because I remember playing Nicktoons Volcano Island on my old GameCube and Nicktoons Globs of Doom on my old PS2).

Danny and SpongeBob are just cute, queerplatonic partners, and their personalities mesh well together. I love how close and comforting they are in @/nicktoonsunite's universe. If there was something that was bothering them both, they would be the first people they chose to confide in.

3) Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom and Octavia Goetia (Spectral Owl) because of you and how cute they are. I honestly love the idea of Danny and Via healthily trauma bonding over the upbringings they had in their family homes. I love how shy and awkward they would be with each other.

I imagine Octavia helping Danny ghost hunt with her magic and knowledge of the supernatural, but I think what I love most is how slowly and gently Danny gets Octavia to put her walls down and trust him. They would be absolutely good for each other as a couple, and I headcanon that Danny will grow to be 6′ 1″ and Octavia will be 6′ 7″. Danny and Octavia will be a tall and adorable king and queen couple one day. (He will always nickname her Spooky.)

4) Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom x Betty Barrett/Atomic Betty (Galactic Ghost) Now I was a huge Atomic Betty and Danny Phantom fan in my childhood (still am) so that's how this ship came to be.

I ship Betty and Danny for the same reasons I ship Danny and Manny but Danny becomes a galactic guardian and Betty becomes a ghost buster lol.

5) Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom x Little Cato (Spectral Space/Spooky Cat/Ghostly Hellions) (I need more ship names for these two).

I'm a huge Little Cato fan, and this is one of my favorite ships that I've come up with for him. I like to imagine that Little Cato gets his first intense crush on Danny, and Danny is completely oblivious (for awhile) about it. Little Cato just thinks that Danny is the coolest person he's ever met, and laughs at all of his silly jokes. Danny can't help but think how cute Little Cato is and finds himself enjoying every moment that they spend together. That's all I'm going to say about this ship because I plan to make a post about them in the future.

Honorable Mentions:

Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom x Jenny Wakeman/XJ-9

Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom x Billy Joe Cobra

Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom x Lydia Deetz (Because Lydia is sweet and kind and everything Sam isn't)

Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom x Spencer Wright

Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom x Verosika Mayday

Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom x Loona the hellhound

There's probably more that I like but can't think of any more right now.

Thanks for the ask @amethystoceandespiser

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daydreamgoddess14 · 11 months

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Landslide pt. 2

MASTERLIST here

Chapter 1 here

Summary: Jason approaches a singer/songwriter about a request for Ted Lasso Season 3.

Jason Sudeikis/Reader Insert (OFC, no use of y,n/l,n)

Rating: General for now... we'll see how it goes 🤭

Disclaimer: I absolutely own none of these songs, I also don’t want to diminish Sam Ryder’s contribution in creating Fought and Lost. This is all completely fictional. I also know nothing about the music industry so this is drowning in artistic license!

Playlist Link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1crFZfdqL1fspNXb80u5sK?si=e90f5f8f357b4647

It leans very Swift heavy but also has songs that I feel fit the main character and her style. I've never created a playlist for a fic before but it seemed appropriate given the main character's profession.

Songs used in Chapter 2:

Lover of the Light - Mumford and Sons (https://open.spotify.com/track/2rjOBgZ6vmRhzf4AbQbbvZ?si=3cdfe7ca63294533)

I Will Wait - Mumford and Sons (cover by Matt Johnson & Amber Leigh Irish: https://open.spotify.com/track/6pZ37H5lrW2v26D9Sbx6Yo?si=0fb2b5b84b0a4c92)

Chapter 2

The blue carpet was packed full of people, you weren't entirely sure where you needed to go but followed the other guests towards the doors of the auditorium, it was one of those situations where your fame came in useful, crowds parted and support staff were always happy to make sure you were going in the right direction.

"Why do you always look like a deer in the headlights at these things? You need a better poker face." A voice chastised behind you. You whipped round to see Marcus and Carey. Insanely grateful for familiar faces you hugged them both happily, over the moon to see them.

"I fucking hate these things. I always feel like an imposter."

"You sold out an arena tour in a day, what the hell are you on about?!" Carey laughed. You shrugged,

"It could all come crashing down, you never know!"

"Alright doom and gloom, here the kids wanted you to see this." Marcus handed you his phone so you could see the picture of their kids dressed up as Spiderman and Thor, wielding a ukulele and a keytar.

"Ohhhh!" You shriek, bubbling with laughter. "They are the cutest! Clearly they take after Carey." Between the two of you, Marcus paused to wave further up the carpet, your laughter had caught the attention of some photographers. You looked over to see who he was greeting and locked eyes with the man of the hour, Jason. You managed to raise a shy smile which he returned. It felt like an eternity but was probably only about 5 seconds before you were back talking to Carey as if nothing had happened. Something had definitely happened though, your skin felt tingly, you could feel the blood in your veins heating up, and your legs felt like jelly. It was like meeting at the studio again except instead of poor Tom being the gooseberry, half of Los Angeles were.

"We're doing a little set tonight." Marcus explained.

"Oh nice, I haven't heard you guys for ages." You brought yourself back down to earth.

"You could," he cooked his head with a wink, "y'know… join us?"

"No way, I'm not remotely prepared, I haven't sang live for weeks. I don't even remember half the words to your stuff!"

"Thanks mate."

"You know what I mean, It's too much pressure."

"As opposed to every other time you perform. Go onnn! It'll be fun!"

"For who?!" You try to counter, but he's winning you over. It really had been quite a few weeks since you'd last performed to an audience and you were feeling the pull. There was also that intoxicating way Jason had looked at you - the urge to do something unexpected and surprise him was pretty strong. "OK, say I said yes, who would we be pissing off - apart from my entire management team?"

"Nah, no one. No one even needs to know, we'll just tell the floor manager to get an extra mic set up and everyone else will be none the wiser. It'll be a good surprise for Tom and Jason to hear you properly live with a band." Yeah… you couldn't argue with that.

"OK, OK, let's do it." He whooped and the three of you started moving a little quicker to the doors. You passed by a handful of the cast still having photos taken, a couple of them recognised you and a buzz went up from the photography area. You hesitated before stopping for some pictures, it was a premiere after all and you had dressed up for it in a dress which was the visual representation of exuding confidence. Confidence which you were absolutely winging at the moment in an ultimate ‘fake it til you make it’ strategy.

"How come you're here tonight?" One of the photographers shouted, “What do you think of your ex’s new girl?”

"Just a fan of the show." You smiled and posed, ignoring the second question. Once inside, Carey waved you off with a grin while you went backstage with Marcus.

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"So we're doing the theme song - you don't have to do that - then in between the two episodes we're doing 2 or 3 songs while everyone has a break, then I think we'll do one after the screening as well. Happy with that?" You nod, "I'll come back to watch the first episode so you come back with me just before that ends. I'll go out as planned, introduce you and you can join us. Bit of backing, bit of melody. It doesn't matter if you really have forgotten all the words." You thank him gratefully. Back with Carey, you cheer for Marcus as he performs the theme song. At the other end of the same row, you can't help but steal a glance at Jason. He looked across to you just as your attention was drawn back to the stage. You managed to sneak out just before the end of the episode to wait for Marcus to introduce you. As expected, with only a few people knowing that you were there and no one at all expecting you to join the band on stage, the screening audience went crazy when you were introduced.

"Hey everyone, thanks for letting me crash the party. Hope you're playing something I remember, Marmar." You tease lightly. He puts a hand to his heart,

"Some of you may have seen us in the early 2010s on tour with my good friend here. You might remember that she used to join us for a banging version of Lover of the Light?" He looked to you for confirmation that you remembered enough to get by, and then you brought the fucking house down. With the first couple of songs under your belt, you were much more relaxed watching the second episode. It had been such a rush performing live on a total whim, it had been years since you'd done something so reckless and unpredictable regarding your music. Your phone was already blowing up in your bag with Twitter notifications - your management team would have a field day again, you still weren't exactly in the good books. Marcus had saved your favourite of his songs for last - I Will Wait. Similarly to Lover of the Light, the pair of you used to do a storming version together many, many years ago and you loved it so much that you'd recorded an acoustic version for one of your albums and you had been known to wheel it out during live shows as well. It wasn't until you were back up on the stage though that Marcus pretty much reduced his own role to backing singer and had gently nudged you to front the band. It was a damn good job you'd known them all for the better part of 15 years. Your unrehearsed, pared down version was a winner. You kept your eyes in the general direction of Carey and didn't let them stray to the opposite end of the row until the very end when you couldn't resist stealing a look at Jason any longer. He looked happy - fortunately - really happy, and you could feel your stomach tighten at the vaguely familiar notion of genuine attraction to someone. With the impromptu mini gig over, you had a quick 5 minutes with the band before heading off with the intention of finding a bar and a very alcoholic drink prior to catching up with Jason and Tom. Dutch courage was very much on the agenda. You ordered a whiskey and watched from the bar as the cast and creative team started making their way in, stopping every few seconds to be welcomed and congratulated by guests, media and family. You'd gotten talking to a couple of the writers who'd recognised you.

"I was at your last gig in New York, it was so much fun!"

"I love shows in New York," You grinned, "I get to sleep in my own bed for a change!"

"Ugh hotel beds are a menace. I either sleep like the dead or not at all."

"Tell me about it, buses are the worst though - be so glad you don't have to sleep on a bus! I did a week of shows in the UK last year and we were so tight on time that I'd finish a gig, go to sleep on the bus and wake up in a new city. I don't even think we bothered with hotel rooms, just drove through the night." You grimaced. Your back still hadn't forgiven you for that, and your tour manager was under strict instructions to avoid that debacle for future shows.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt, congrats guys!" Jason reached in to say hello to his writing team first.

"You too boss! Have you guys met?" They gestured to you, "I had no idea Marcus was going to bring her, did you?"

"I did know. Thanks for coming." Jason finally turned to you with a smile that made you forget your own name.

"Thanks for the invite. And sorry for the surprise set. It was Marcus's idea." You looked up while the writers filtered away to see other people, leaving the two of you alone. You took a long drink, buying you time to compose yourself because holy shit he looked so good. You wondered if it would be better to hold the meeting at separate ends of the room and communicate via smoke signals to save your blushes.

"Oh no, I loved it! Instant validation for the request I sent to Tom and Marcus, as if hearing you in the studio wasn't enough. You sounded amazing." You wave the compliment away,

"I'm way under rehearsed, I'm still under strict instructions to lay low for a while so I haven't been in front of a big audience for ages."

"It didn't show, really, you were great. Better than Marcus."

"Stop, he'll never forgive me!" You nudged him, laughing.

"Can we sit?" You nod and his hand brushes the small of your back, guiding you to a booth. It’s warm through the thin fabric of your dress and you could curse when your treacherous body shivers in response.

"Congrats on tonight, it looks like it's been a huge success."

"Ahh we'll see, it's a long way to go till the end of May. How's your week been?"

"Pretty good thanks, a few meetings. Plenty of writing."

"Anything you'd like to share?" He asked curiously.

"Not just yet,” you tease lightly, “give it another day or so and maybe. Also it might be wildly different to what Tom's expecting so I don't want to get in trouble."

“You don’t strike me as a troublemaker.”

“I’m on my best behaviour. Unfortunately. One more bad headline and-” you draw your finger across your throat.

“No way? Those headlines are not your fault - you defended yourself.”

“Hmm but there are a lot of people out there who don’t believe that I’m defending myself. They believe that I’m the problem.” He looks at your hand resting on the table near his and you think he’s about to take it, but he moves his own away at the last second. “So… troublemaker, that’s me.” You smile ruefully.

“Well I think I’ll reserve judgment.” He does move his hand then, but not to take yours, instead it goes around you to rest on your hip furthest from him, the action sliding you across the seat a few inches closer to him. He holds your gaze, an unspoken request for permission/forgiveness. You can’t help but feel a little unsure, automatically defensive. You’d spent three years being belittled, gaslit, shamed and manipulated in every aspect of your personal life, and now you were trying to recover from that whilst simultaneously trying to prove that those things were really happening to you and that you’re not a cold, calculating and manipulative bitch. You had no idea who you could really trust, who was supporting you or who was in the pocket of your ex. It was draining trying to mentally vet every reaction, conversation and person before letting your guard down. Something in his warm eyes lets you think you can trust him though, so you lean into that and into his hand just a little. Your eyes flash down to his mouth and back again and you hope you were quick enough that he didn't notice because you hadn't meant to do it. Well, not exactly. Your time alone is cut short though when Tom comes over with more drinks.

"So that was unexpected." He said, handing you a glass. "Brilliant, but unexpected." Jason moves his hand from behind you to take his drink from Tom.

"Told you."

"Hush, you. Thank you, Tom. I caved to peer pressure. Marcus bullied me into it."

"I should get him a drink then." You unlock your phone and slide it across the table, the notes app open. As it passes him, Jason tries to sneak a look but Tom grabs up the phone and reads. "Keep going, you're nearly there." He advises firmly. "Though I want to hear it, I'm in meetings all day tomorrow but record a quick voice note, give me an idea of pace and melody and I’ll think on it."

"Can you send it to me too?" Jason asked.

"Nope." You reply with a smirk, for a moment he looks confused. "I don't have your number. But also, I’m not about to send you a half arsed voice note just yet." You shrug. He's about to reply when a few people start milling around looking like they need him. He excuses himself and you and Tom compare some notes on the start you’ve made to the song. He next finds you back at the same table catching up with Carey.

“-I’m just saying I would pay good money to see you recreate that Tom Holland Lip Sync Battle rain dance!” Carey giggled.

“Oh god, I’d fall over and break something! Besides, I’m not built for dancing - especially not dirty rain dancing!” You reply gleefully, the giggles getting the better of you both.

“Who’s doing dirty rain dancing?” Jason grins, handing both of you a drink, “Saw you both from the bar.”

“Ahh I’ll never convince her. Maybe Marcus will do it instead.” She takes a sip of her drink, “I’m going to be so hungover on the school run tomorrow.”

“Same.” he agrees.

“I’ll come with you, I want to see the kiddos and I’ll bring the biggest coffees I can find.”

“Thanks, love. If I’m already going to be hungover I might as well finish this drink as well! Thanks Jason, and congratulations!” As the party slows and people drift off, including Tom, you talk Carey into staying for another drink, not quite willing to leave Jason’s company just yet. He’s been sitting next to you again, not so close that it would make Carey uncomfortable or would seem rude. Close enough that when he talks with his hands they brush against your arm or hand. When they’re finally still and he puts them on the seat between you both, his fingertips can catch against yours or (very bravely) ghost over the hem of your dress. Meanwhile, you’re trying to look casual, trying to act unruffled but there’s a marching band inside your body banging your heart like a bloody big drum and it might as well be bursting out of your chest like a cartoon. When Carey gets up to track down Marcus so you can share an Uber with them, he turns on the seat to face you.

“Can I give you my number?” He asks, watching your eyes widen in surprise. “For the voice note you're going to send me,” he teases.

“I’m not sending you the bloody song over WhatsApp. Tom can show you whatever he chooses, but you’ll get nothing from me until I say so.”

“Nothing at all huh?” He moves closer on the seat. You smile shyly,

“I’d strongly advise against whatever it is you think you’d like to do right now.”

“There’s a lot that I’d like to do, you might need to be more specific?” You shake your head in exasperation.

“My life is a fucking mess.”

“So is mine.”

“So you wouldn’t want to make it worse.”

“I really think I might actually want to. Might make it better.”

“The paps are-”

“Intense, rude, intrusive?”

“My ex-”

“Is a dick.”

“Can we be serious for one minute? One minute. I don’t want you to drag you into this shitshow, my name is mud everywhere at the moment - I might as well be public enemy number one. No matter how… brief this might end up being, it’s still not fair on you, or your family, that you get associated with it all.”

“I don’t need to be, we don’t have to broadcast it.”

“I’m pretty sure they know my diary better than I do.” You counter, then pause, taking in the hat, the custom made tracksuit, the dimples. “But… I can avoid them most of the time. I try to… protect myself.”

“We could try that? Because I’d really like to kiss you before Carey gets back and you have to leave.” You can’t help the smile that tugs at the corner of your mouth at that. The hint of a smile is enough for him to lean in and press a soft kiss to your lips making you hum happily. “Wanna come to a basketball game?”

“And sit about 10 seats away from you pretending I’m not checking you out?”

“Amazing coincidence, that’s exactly what I’d be doing too.”

“I’d love to. Especially the checking you out part.” You grin. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Marcus and Carey coming back for you. “Looks like my time is up.” He slips his phone out of his pocket and opens the screen before handing it to you to add your number.

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Over the next couple of days, the tabloids seemed to wake up to your arrival in L.A, though they did at least leave you alone and keep their distance. A handful of pictures cropped up on Twitter and Instagram - you holding hands with one of Marcus and Carey’s kids, giving them a piggyback after school, some of you from the Ted Lasso premiere and one of you collecting takeout the evening after the premiere. You knew there would be photographers at the basketball game you were attending so you’d planned to go with an old friend. Despite Jason being the one to ask you to go, you knew that you’d be unlikely to even be able to say more than hello to him with so many eyes around. You sat one row back from the courtside and about 10-15 seats further along the row than Jason sat with his castmates and son. He’d sent you a message before you’d even pulled up at your apartment after the premiere, you’d replied of course and the message pingpong had been pretty regular in the run up to the game. He’d seen you arrive, he’d been loitering at the edge of the court talking while the seats began to fill up. You’d smiled and held your beer up in greeting.

You look great, I’m glad you came

Thanks, you too. This doesn’t count as a first date though.

That’s fair, I’ve got to get O home after this, but we could hang out later in the week?

Sounds good, enjoy the game

After the game, someone had pushed a ball into his hands while people were milling around the court. He’d been laughing and joking with Toheeb and Kola and you’d been perfectly happy just watching him have a good time. He took his cap off and turned it around on his head so he could better line up his shot. You had been halfway through a conversation but god fucking damn your jaw near hit the floor when he bounced a little and the ball had travelled near half the length of the court and straight into the basket. Someone had been filming it and Kola had excitedly told him to tell the camera that it had been one take. By this point, you’d long given up on talking with your friend and she watched in amusement while your words had trailed off. She followed your gaze to the scenes on the court.

“That’s emmm… that’s pretty hot.”

“I’m not usually a men doing sports type of person. In that it normally doesn’t affect me in any kind of way.”

“How you feeling now?”

“Pretty fucking affected. Jesus.” You reached for your phone while the image and the thoughts were still fresh in your mind - though there was no doubt that the visual would be there for a very long time to come.

That was insane. I truly hope you know how hot that was because I… I’m speechless.

With the rest of the court clearing out, you took your empty beer glasses and took one last look at Jason. He spotted you so you gave a quick glance around for potential photographers before very obviously fanning yourself with your hand. He laughed and winked.

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capturethechaos · 11 months

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Masterlist

Request - set in the 70s | meeting as the best friends/wingmen/chaperones of their two friends who want to go out together, but not alone | “You getting so flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.” | sailboat

Words - 2.3k

Warnings - None! It's pure fluff ♡

“Do you want to tell it or should I?”

“You tell it, darling, you always make it sound so much better than I ever could.”

“Alright.” You turned to look as your family surrounded the crackling fire, settling in chairs, or sitting on blankets in the grass to listen. “It was the summer of nineteen seventy-four…”

“He has a boat?”

“His best friend has a boat.”

“So that's why I have to come along.” You turned, looking at your best friend from over the frame of your sunglasses. “Because his best friend is the one with the boat.”

Angie simply smiled, turning as the roar of an engine stole her attention. You could see the baby blue Mustang in your peripheral as it turned onto your street, but your focus remained on your best friend. You couldn’t help but smile at the way her own grin brightened when she caught sight of the man behind the wheel.

When your eyes lifted to the car, it wasn’t the curly-haired driver that they landed on. Instead you found your focus lingering on the man in his passenger's seat, tracing over the features of his face as he turned to look at you and Angie. His skin was glowing beneath the rays of the sun, and his laughter roared over the purr of the engine as Danny slowly pulled up to the curb.

You weren’t one to be charmed often, but watching as the two men got out of the car and made their way over to you and Angie, smoothing out their clothing as they walked, you had a warm feeling you hadn’t felt in a long while. A hand was held out for you, an offer of assistance as the tall man stopped at your feet. He lifted his sunglasses to rest on the top of his head, pushing back the loose pieces of hair that had fallen out of his bun. “You must be Y/n, my name is Sam.”

“Nice to meet you, Sam.” Your hand lifted to rest on top of his. “You must be the best friend I’ve heard nothing about.”

You were a bit surprised at the strength that came from his somewhat scrawny frame as he lifted you from the stair you had been seated on. “Nothing about me, huh.” He turned to Danny, mocking offense as he opened his mouth to speak once again. “Daniel, you let this poor woman come all this way without even letting her know that I’m a blood sucking monster, how could you.”

Danny chuckled and rolled his eyes, effectively breaking the little facade Sam was putting on by making him laugh. “I’m only kidding. Nothing about me though, really?”

A simple nod of your head gave him all the answer he desired, and he simply hummed as the two of you made your way over to the car. “That’s alright, guess that means I get to tell you all the silly little details myself.”

Sam led you around the back of the car, and gave you a soft smile as he pulled the door open for you. You offered a smile in return as you lowered yourself into the seat. “Sounds like a plan, Sam.”

He waited until you were settled into your seat, with your seatbelt on before he gently shut the door, walking past Danny as he opened the opposite door for Angie. The two of you shared a look as the boys got into their own seats, and Danny started the car, a quiet giggle coming from her as you tried your hardest to communicate your thoughts of ‘you didn’t tell me his best friend was hot’ with her.

The car ride was surreal, watching as the world passed by you, the wind whirling through loose strands of hair that you hadn’t managed to tuck into the bandana you had tied around your head. You found yourself staring at Sam a few times, your gaze lingering as your eyes studied the features of his face. You had gotten a peak at his eyes when he introduced himself to you, they were hidden now behind the lenses of his sunglasses. The frames rested on the bridge of his nose, and your eyes continued down, falling to the fullness of his lips as he conversed with Danny.

The two men were the first out of the car when you arrived at the docks, each making their way around the car to open the doors for you and Angie. It was a short walk from the car to the boat, and you stood for a moment in awe at the beauty of the vessel in front of you. Danny helped Angie onto the boat, beginning to show her around as you continued to stand and stare.

“You’re not afraid of boats are you?”

You turned, your brows furrowed slightly as your eyes landed on Sam. He was standing beside you, his head tilted to look at you.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with that of course… I was just wondering because you’ve just been standing here staring at it for a few minutes.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out of you at his worry, and you shook your head. “Not afraid, simply admiring. This is a beautiful boat.”

His expression quickly changed, a beaming grin breaking out on his lips as he turned from you to his boat, then back to you. “Well, I’d love to give you a tour if you’d do me the honor.”

He stepped closer to the edge of the dock, holding out his hand to help you step onto the vessel. You gratefully accepted, wrapping your hand around his as you stepped onto the boat. From there you watched as he disconnected the boat from the dock before stepping on himself.

The further from land you got, the more at peace you felt. The only noises around you being the soft crashing of small waves against the hull, and the faint sound of Angie and Danny talking on the opposite side of the boat.

“So.” Your attention drifted from the water at the sound of his voice, and you turned to watch as Sam leaned against the wheel. “You from around here?”

“The ocean? No, I can't say I’m too familiar with the area.”

He chuckled, lifting the sunglasses from his face to better reveal the crinkles beside his eyes as he smiled. “Very funny. I meant from California.”

“I know what you meant.” You leaned back against the railing, tilting your head back to bask in the warmth of the sun. “No, actually, I was raised in Portland.”

He hummed and quirked an eyebrow at you. “Portland, huh. What brought you to California?”

Your head lulled forward, your gaze meeting his own. “Angie. She convinced me to move down the coast with her the summer after we turned eighteen.”

Sam slowly nodded, offering no verbal response, so you decided to ask a question of your own. “What about you, Sam? Are you from around here?”

“Not in the slightest, I was born and raised in Frankenmuth.” Your brows furrowed as you tried to recall where the hell that was, and he simply chuckled. “Michigan.”

Your head slowly lifted from the railing behind you, a quizzical look painted across your features as you lowered your sunglasses to get a better look at him. His own eyebrows lifted as he took in your expression. “What’s with the look?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged as you spoke, a small smile playing on your lips. “Just seems like you fit this kind of life so well, you know?”

His lips slowly turned to a smirk as he stepped away from the wheel. “I don’t actually, but I’d love to hear you explain it to me while I get this boat anchored.”

“I don’t know exactly how to explain it.” You watched as he moved fluidly around the boat, every action seemingly happening without worry or forethought, like every step he took was second nature to him. “You just seem like the type that belongs on or near the ocean.”

He stopped what he was doing, turning to you with a smirk on his lips. “And you’re basing this mostly on my appearance, yes?”

You cocked an eyebrow at him and shrugged. “Can you blame me? You’re wearing a barely buttoned shirt and shorts that have an inseam about two inches shorter than I’ve seen on any other man I’ve met.”

He smiled, stepping closer to you with a confident look painted across his features. “You should see me in the woods, I’m quite the resourceful guy.”

“Oh yeah?”

He inched closer until his body was mere inches from your own, and his eyes remained locked on your own. “I sure hope so. Would’ve sucked for my parents to have sent me to boy scouts and for me to have not learned anything.”

“A boy scout.” A playful grin fought its way onto your lips, and he couldn’t help his gaze from flickering between your eyes and your lips. “I should’ve guessed.”

Sam’s lips parted, the words caught on the tip of his tongue, but before he had the chance to speak Danny called to the two of you from the front of the boat. You followed close behind as Sam led the way over to your friends, and you were welcomed by the sight of Danny and Angie lounging on a blanket with an assortment of snacks and drinks laid out in front of them.

It was peaceful for a while as the four of you sat beneath the warm sun rays, snacking and chatting away the afternoon. Angie made a comment about wanting to dip her toes in the water to cool off, and Danny agreed, leaving you and Sam strewn out across the various blankets and cushions that had been laid out.

For a while the two of you sat in a comfortable silence, but you could feel the weight of his stare as you basked in the glow of the sun. Slowly, you tilted your head in his direction, looking over your sunglasses to catch him as his eyes remained locked on your relaxed frame. “You've been staring at me for a while now, what are you thinking about?”

“Just admiring the view.”

The words slipped so freely from his lips, drifting towards you and painting a crimson blush across your cheeks. You watched as his lips turned up on one side into a satisfied smirk, and he sat up properly to free his hand from beneath him.

“I’ll be honest.” He reached forward, plucking a grape from the vine and lifting to his lips, he halted movement before the small purple berry could pass through the plump flesh. “You getting so flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.”

As if the blistering heat of the sun wasn’t leaving you pink as a petal already, his words were causing the blush that had appeared on your cheeks to travel, leaving your neck and chest in the same shade of pink. The smirk he had been wearing grew to a proud grin, clearly enjoying just how flustered he was able to make you feel.

You fought to regain your composure, sitting up and pushing the sunglasses back up your nose as you reached for a bottle of water. “Wipe that smile off your face or I will.”

His smile somehow got wider, and he cocked an eyebrow, lifting a hand to his face to lower his sunglasses, eyeing you from over the wire frame. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

The two of you slipped back into a pleasant quiet, occasionally catching one another trying to sneak glances at one another. You could just barely see Danny and Angie on the other end of the boat, leaning against one another with their legs dangling over the edge to meet the cool water.

“You know… it has become increasingly obvious that the two of them planned this to set us up.”

Sam chuckled at your words, tilting his head to look at you. “I think you’re right.” His expression became pensive for a moment before a small smirk grew on his lips. “So, did it work? Are you head over heels for me yet?”

You hummed, fighting back the smile that was fighting to break out on your lips. “Hmm… don’t know if I’d go that far just yet, but I don’t think I’d say no to a date if you were to ask.”

Sam looked mildly baffled by your admission, but the smirk on his face quickly turned to a smile. You watched as he contemplated for a moment, but as he went to say something, Angie interrupted, calling the two of you to join her and Danny to watch the sunset.

Sam lifted himself from the blanket first, offering a hand to help you from the blanket before leading the way towards your friends. You joined them on the end of the boat, dipping your toes into the water and turning to smile at Angie as Sam settled into the spot next to you.

The sun slowly painted the sky in brilliant oranges and pinks, and as the four of you sat appreciating the beauty of what you were watching, Sam’s fingers brushed against your own. Your hand tingled from the touch, a sensation that brought goosebumps to your skin. His fingers danced with yours for a few prolonged moments before he moved to wrap his hand around your own. Your fingers entangled with his, and when your eyes flickered over to look at him, he eyes were locked on your intertwined hands, and he had a blush blooming across his sun kissed cheeks.

As if he could feel your stare, he looked up, locking eyes with you. His lips held a genuine, glowing grin, and he gently squeezed your hand. You gave his hand an equally gentle squeeze before the two of you looked back at the setting sun.

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