#and care for yourselves during heatwaves like that

[astroboots]

Heatwave

CO-WRITTEN WITH @THIRSTWORLDPROBLEMSS

Summary: Santiago and you try to occupy yourselves during another heatwave in Florida.

Rating: Explicit, edging, bratty-ass behavior from one Santiago.

Pairing: Santiago x female reader (you)

Word Count: 4,000

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At what point does a spiking high temperature no longer count as a heatwave and just becomes the new average temperature for the local area. Is it after the third or sixth heatwave in a month? And for that matter, how many record breaking high temperatures can one summer have in store for a state that is already known for its hot climate?

Fuck! Why did he move back here again?

Santiago is melting. Lying slumped against the cool flooring of the bedroom where the breeze reaches. He's stripped off his clothes, wearing nothing but his boxers and staying far away from any walls because they are fucking radiating heat. At one point he's pretty sure he saw the edges of the walls wobble from the inferno temperature raging outside... either that or his vision is blurring out on him.

It must be what? 150 degrees, 200?? He doesn't care what the weatherman is reporting, there's no fucking way it's only 110 out there.

Leaning his head back down on the cold wooden flooring for reprieve, he can't remember the last time Florida got so hot. (If it has, he hasn't been here to see it).

Shit, it must be even hotter than that time you drove him down to the airport, what was it now, ten or twelve years ago? It got so fucking hot that the radio was warning about staying away from the highway because the tarmac was at risk of melting.

No one in their right mind would've gone out on the road that day. Except you of course. In your shitty little Volvo, with a broken A/C and a clutch that creaked with every change of gear. It's lucky the old piece of junk made it to the airport at all, and nothing short of a miracle that you made it there in time.

He can still see it in his mind's eye. The way your hair was matted with sweat as you pulled up to the drop off point. Still remembers how his old t-shirt was glued to every inch of his sweaty back as he peeled himself off the passenger seat. How, even as disgusting as the two of you felt, drenched in sweat and smelling like two dumpster diving raccoons, having been trapped on the highway for over an hour in that heat, you had held onto his torso as if you were never going to let him go. Your pinkie wrapped around his, so tightly, he was sure the blood circulation was entirely cut off as you told him in no uncertain terms: "You better fucking come back home in one piece, Santiago."

A smile breaks out across his face at the memory. From a distance he can hear the familiar sound of your footfall from the hallway, followed by your voice echoing all the way upstairs as you call out for him.

"Santiagoooo!"

If it wasn't for the heat, he'd call back in response to you. But all the strength is zapped out of him. Plus, he suspects that the reason you're calling for him is to rope him into helping Frankie with the latest crazy home project the man's set on finishing this weekend (and in this heat Santiago's not going anywhere near that).

"Honey." The endearing nickname has him smiling even wider. His mouth parts, just about to respond to you when he hears the rest of your sentence.

"Frankie needs help sanding down the fence."

Bingo.

No way in hell he's responding now.

He can hear you opening and closing doors all over the house in search of him. You'll find him eventually, but it doesn't mean he's not going to take his time enjoying the last few moments of being in the safe shelter out of the sun.

There's a soft click as the door to the bedroom opens. From his limited view on the floor, he sees glimpses of your feet from the corner of his eyes as you march in front of him until you're standing above, looming over his form.

"Santiago. I was looking for you everywhere."

He lets the hand resting on his thigh slide down to the front of his boxers without thought and that catches your immediate attention.

There's a sharp and sudden inhale from you, as if the air is spiked. You look like you've forgotten how to breathe properly.

You liked that huh? The corner of his lips curl into a smile as he holds eye contact with you.

"Sorry, must've dozed off."

"Har, har. Stop lounging around half naked and acting like a thirst trap. Frankie needs help with the fence."

"It's 200 fucking degrees. I'm not going to do that. Frankie can finish his home improvement project when Armageddon isn't happening outside."

You shoot him a small frown. Arms crossing in front of your chest.

He pats the space on the floor right next to himself, as he continues. “Come lay down with me for a second to cool down. You look like you might be overheating. Don’t wanna get heatstroke or anything. Frankie can wait a few minutes.”

You don't move from the spot, making no move to join him. "Poor Frankie is doing all the work."

Santiago's itching to retort that there's nothing "poor" about Frankie's situation. Man is having the time of his life out there. He loves doing these projects.

But Santiago keeps his mouth shut. Because he knows if he doesn't, he'll inevitable set you two up for a back and forth of who's right and wrong, who wins and who's losing the argument, trying to one-up each other the rest of the afternoon. And it's not that Santiago doesn't absolutely love doing that with you but...

Peering up at you, the way your lips are swollen with heat and parted as you look at him, Santiago has a much better idea of how he wants to spend the rest of the afternoon with you.

"Just a little bit, sweetheart," he says, doing his best to sweet talk you as he pats his free hand over the same spot on the floor in invitation. "Come sit with me for one minute, and I promise I'll go help Frankie okay?"

Glancing over your shoulder, you throw a quick glance over the window, probably to check in on Frankie.

"Just a minute, okay?"

"Mhmm. Just one."

It doesn't take more persuasion from him than that. Next thing he knows, you're walking over to him. Soft steps and an even softer gaze in your eyes. Then you sink down on the floor and sit down on the spot right where he patted.

That was... surprisingly easy.

He'd expected more resistance from you. Was fully prepared to do a filibuster marathon to try to convince you to join him. Hadn't quite expected you to just... give into him the way you just did. He blinks up in surprise, at your face mere inches away from him. He's not fully sure what just happened. You've never turned down an opportunity to put up a fight with him before.

You stare down at his chest and bare stomach, lingering there. You swallow down reflexively as you take him in with heated eyes.

Huh...

Santiago knows the effect he has on women. He just never knew he had that effect on you.

As arrogant as it sounds, he knows he's a good looking man. Knows that he's charming to boot. But the relationship between the two of you, for all the love that you had held for each other, had always remained platonic back in the day. You don't look at him the way other women do. And Santiago doesn't flirt with you the way he does with other women. Those were the unspoken rules you two had set for each other from the start and it's all you two have ever known.

And while things have changed now. While Santiago's seen the heated looks you give him when he's in bed with you, your relationship has remained largely unchanged outside of it.

You still pull him up on his bullshit when he's earned it. Never hesitate to square up with him in a competition for anything.

This... This is new.

He taps his bare thigh, almost experimentally to test his theory. He doesn't miss the way your pupils dilate with interest, and as always he can't resist the urge to goad you.

Not when you're eyeing him so appreciatively, in a way that you've never done in the past in all your years of friendships until recently. He figures he's earned the right after all this time to be a little bit obnoxious and revel and preen in the attention from you.

"Cariño," he calls out, until your eyes pulls back up to his face. "Eyes up here," he teases.

You roll your eyes, smacking him in the chest. It's supposedly a playful gesture, but you do it with enough strength that it knocks the breath out of him.

"I know," you retort, but your eyes drift back to his chest and then continue downwards and the attention has heat spearing through his limbs.

"You're still looking," he teases, and his hand snakes down over the plane of his thighs, reveling in your attentive gaze. "Didn't know you were such a perv."

By now you'd usually retaliate or cuss him out, but you don't.

Instead, you continue to stare, eyes blown wide as if you've been cast under a spell, mesmerized.

He palms himself through the front of his boxers, and he can feel the rush of blood rushing down and away from his head as his cock stirs to hardness. If Santiago was considered full of himself before this, it's nothing compared to how he feels in this moment with the way you're looking at him. Your expression blank, like the sight of him has made you lose your ability to speak. Mouth parted, the glistening pink of your tongue peeking out, as if you would devour him if he'd let you.

"Should I give you a show then?" he asks.

After all, if you want to look, he's more than happy to give you something proper to look at.

You nod with an eagerness that has your head bouncing up and down like the bopping bobble head toy Frankie keeps on the dashboard. Santiago lets out a laugh that's more breathless than he had expected from himself. He blames it on the heat.

Dragging down the edge of his boxers, he keeps his eyes on yours as his fingers wrap around the base of himself and his cock jumps in response to the touch.

Shit, that's good. A sweet spike of pleasure runs through him at the languid touch, and he feels breathless with it. His cock is slick with precome that drips down the length with each slide of his hand.

Running his hand up the rigid length, the calloused skin graze against the sensitive skin. Pleasure ooze and drips inside his chest and down his limbs, until his legs tremble with it. Santiago's touched himself countless times before but it's never felt like this before.

Maybe it's the heat that's getting to him. Or maybe it's the way you're inching closer with each passing second until you're practically straddling him on his lap. You and your soft and perfect thighs pressing down on his own, keeping him pinned onto the floor as he tries to keep going. The heat he can feel from between your legs, through the thin layer of cotton that's pressed onto his bare skin. Yeah... maybe it's that.

Santiago goes slow and languid as he touches himself for your benefit. And as ridiculous as it sounds it is for you. Because if it wasn't for you, there's no chance in hell he'd be going this slowly. He'd be fast and almost sloppy, squeezing down on his cock until the desperate need that's riding his spine lets go with his climax. If you weren't here, gorgeous eyes all focused on him, with a look that he wouldn't even let himself dream of in the past, he wouldn't want to prolong it the way he is.

Even now, with the strained effort of taking it as slow as he can possibly stand, he's not entirely sure how long he'll last. He feels like he's on a precarious edge, his climax taunting him, swelling up and simmering with a slow burn in his stomach.

Your torso tilts forward, squirming in his lap, with the tiniest movement every time his hand moves upwards, in time with his strokes.

You're practically riding his thigh, and Jesus fucking christ, that isn't helping Santiago's situation right now. At this point you're both going to come dry humping each other like horny clueless Mormons on their wedding night.

"Sweetheart, wait--" he tries, but you press yourself down on his thigh all the same, and he can feel your sweet slick drip down on his thigh and coat him with it. All he's capable of is a deep and shameless moan.

His cock twitches in his hand, and for several alarming seconds, Santiago thinks that's it. That it's already too late and he's going to come right then and there, spilling himself all over his hand and stomach.

Santiago squeezes down hard around the base of his cock to stave off the needy sensation.

"Shit," he hisses. "Fuck. fuck. Sweetheart, gonna need you to--" he doesn't finish his sentence. Can't spare the seconds it would take to properly think. One hand is already reaching out under your dress (thank god you're wearing a dress) wedging your panties to the side, his other pulling you closer by your waist until your pussy is lined up with the swollen head of his cock.

He doesn't even have time to move his hand in place to grip at his cock before you push down on him. Heat streaks through his insides until his lungs feels like they're burning. Your perfect pussy envelops all of him, every single throbbing aching inch with slick warmth and perfect pressure until his vision whites out.

Fuck, why is he so fucking sensitive.

He can't... fuck, he can't hold on. A desperate groan tears out of his throat and he buries his face into your neck to hide from the sensation that has him surrounded.

He thrusts upwards, canting his hips until you're taking all of him.

Pleasure singes his entire spine, and it burns him alive with it. The heat is unbearable, sweat is plastered to his back, but it doesn't matter. Santiago's skin is damp and sticky, but he's still pressing you closer. Wants every inch of you, warm and gorgeous and so fucking soft, pressed against him in every way he can have you, and he's still not sure if that'd be enough.

Wants to make up for every year, hour, minute and second that he'd wasted of his life, being away from you. Wants all of that even if it kills him.

Planting his feet on the wooden floor for leverage, he grabs your hips to force you down as far as you can take him. Until your head throws back with a high-pitched whine, palms pushing down on his chest as if it's too much for you to handle, and he lets go, sinking down his hips back towards the floor, until only the tip of him rests inside you.

He gives you a handful of seconds to catch your breath. Then he grabs your waist and push you down on his cock. Again, and again. To the gorgeous sounds of your keen moans and whines all blended into one, as you're sobbing out his name.

Forceful, deep thrusts that has tears pushing in the corner of your eyes. He keeps going as the sweet aching heat has him drunk and euphoric on you, with each and every rise and cant of his hips.

He's not going to last. Shit, shit, he's not going to last like this.

But that's okay. Because judging from the way you're grinding against him. Needy and desperate. Your cunt squeezing so tight around his cock it makes it hard to breathe, you're not going to last either.

His hand strays down below your stomach, sliding between your legs until his thumb catches at your clit, slippery and wet, and absolutely dripping for him. You sob at the contact, wracked in shivers as he continues to rub smooth little circles over it, and he can feel just how close you are.

You're perfect. Eyes squeezed shut, head tilted back in surrender, a high-pitched whine escaping your throat and oh fuck Santiago was not prepared for this.

His brain stalls out, hand stopping as his movements comes to a still to take in the sight before him because...You are so fucking beautiful like this.

"Santiago, what the fuck, make me—" you're slapping his shoulder, voice high pitched and desperate that makes his spine tingle as you grind on him. "Fuck make me cum, don't be an ass."

Fuck what is he doing?

Santiago's not sure. Not sure why he's stopped, even as every nerve and muscle in him is screaming for him to chase after the pleasure until both of you are coming.

Not sure why he's just sitting there dumbfounded. Except, this is everything he's wanted for so long that he's denied himself and he realizes that right now— it's here, landed in his very lap. You're the woman he's loved for so long, no matter how much he's denied it to himself, and he just wants to make this moment last.

All he knows is that he doesn't want this to end.

"Wait, sweetheart," he murmurs, even as you squirm from his grip pinning you in place. "Just give me a second. Want to remember this," and he means it with more sincerity than he ever thought he had left in him as he stares up at you in complete awe.

He wants it to last.

Not just out of a ill-placed sense of pride. Not just because he knows you're going to give him shit for coming too fast.

He just wants this to last. Wants you in his arms like this. Wants you to look at him, just like this, like you need him to survive, more than your next breath. This. This. This. He wants it to last forever.

You don't listen to him though. Of course you don't, because you never make it that easy for him. Your hips roll against him, grinding with desperation until his cock nudges something devastatingly perfect that has him convinced his brain is melting.

Shit, he has to stop. Oh fuck oh fuck, he's too close—

"Stop stop," he warns, hand gripping down on your hips to stop you "Boa, Stop— fuck you're gonna make me—"

But it's too late. It's already happening. He can feel his cock pulse and throb as he spills himself inside of you, shuddering through his orgasm— and fuck this was not how it was supposed to go down.

Everything slows. It's everywhere, rushing through him with a chaotic frenzy as it wrings him dry. The euphoric sensation overcrowding everything else, and his head feels like he is going to split with it. He can't think. Can't breathe.

But even in his post-cum haze he knows you still haven't come and he can't have that.

Santiago grits through it. Biting down and clenching on his jaw to ride through the over-brimming sensation that threatens to burst out of his skin as he continues to thrust into you.

Oversensitive and overstimulated. Every slick slide of your perfect pussy has him gasping for air. It's too much. Like live wires are running through his skin and every cant of your hips against him sets every receptor in his brain on overdrive. His cock is so sensitive, he can feel every fraction of you wrapped around him.

And it's perfect and it's good. And it's just so fucking much.

You're burning hot. He feels feverish and on the brink of delirium from the heat. Like he's inside a live furnace, but he doesn't want to stop. Can't stop. Not until he's seen your eyes roll into the back of your head. Not until you've come apart for him.

Locking his arm over the small of your back, he flips you over, onto your back. Pushing his free hand between your bodies until his thumb is rubbing rough little circles on your clit again.

He keeps going, pushing inside even as every nerve at him is screaming for respite. Santiago doesn't stop though. You're so close, and he just has to hold on even as each flutter and squeeze of your cunt is pushing him over the edge of too much.

Doesn't stop even as your gorgeous eyelashes flutter dramatically, your eyes rolling back as you kick your leg out and finally, finally comes on his cock.

The sensation of your climax punches the last breath out of him. He can hear himself whine pathetically into your neck.

The overwhelming tightness of you, your pussy squeezing and clenching down over and over, as if you're trying to wring and empty him out of anything he has left him. It brings him to his knees and collapses into you.

Everything feels sticky and clammy. Both of you drenched, as he's pinning you down with his weight. He feels weightless and heavy all at the same time. It doesn't make sense and shouldn't even be possible. But it certainly didn't help him in his efforts to move

To the protest of his exhausted limbs, Santiago rolls over to lay on his back next to you there on the floor. Both of you sweaty and panting.

God this might have been a bad idea.

It was too fucking hot even before all the physical exertion, now it's like an inferno. He's seconds from passing out. But at least the floor is marginally cooler against his back than the surrounding air, while you're laying there catching their breath.

Every inch of him thrums with pleasure, and his body practically tingles with the afterglow of his climax. But he can't help the scowl on his face. He's mentally cringing.

He came too fast.

Shot his load like some overeager virgin.

And there's no fucking way you wouldn't have noticed that he came before you. It's only a matter of you catching your breath, before you start giving him shit about it.

He lies there, staring up at the ceiling, preemptively trying to come up with some kind of defense or comeback but nothing comes to him. The only thing that fills his head is the image of your eyes from seconds ago, gazing down on him, looking at him the way that deep down, through all those years of platonic friendship, for all the way he's tried to repressed it, he's always wanted you to look at him.

It's so fucking stupid, but his stomach flutters pleasantly at the memory.

"Hey, Santiago...?"

He closes his eyes and runs a hand over his face trying desperately to pull himself together. Because even though he knows it's coming. Right now he feels too naked and raw, without protection to brace himself at whatever joke you're sure to make next at his expense.

Feels a little bit too exposed after that perfect moment of having everything he never let himself acknowledge that he wanted right there in his arms.

He swallows, bracing himself for the witty remark, as he responds to you with a weak, "Yeah?"

You don't say anything.

Instead, he feels just the barest touch against his hand, and he looks down. Your fingers slides against the heel of his hand, searching for his hand before you find his pinkie and curl around it. He drags his eyes back towards your face and you have the softest smile on your sweaty, gorgeous face.

"I'm glad you're here," you say, there's no sarcasm there. Your voice is soft and quiet, and so sincere.

He doesn't know what is happening to him but his chest constricts and is drawn so tight it's painful. And suddenly he's blinking back tears. Call him dramatic, but for a brief moment Santiago swears the chest pains are a sign of cardiac arrest, until you grip his pinkie tighter and the pain eases.

"Yeah...." Santiago nods. Has to clear his throat before he can get the rest of the words out from the lump that is lodged in his throat. "Yeah, me too. Sweetheart. Me too."

Sweat sticks to his back, and the heat is unbearable. But he doesn't want to move. Doesn't ever want to leave this spot with you lying next to him.

He'll never admit it out loud. But he knows why even though he hates Florida with every inch of his soul, he'll always find his way back here. Why no matter how far away he goes, a part of him will always be left behind here. A long long time ago in the drop off zone of Miami International, on a disgusting hot and sweaty day just like today, he made a promise. He promised that he'll always came back home to you.

Dedication & Credits: To my dearest @thirstworldproiblemss who came up with that DEVASTATING concept of the pinkie holding post-sex.

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[ironmandeficiency]

healing

title: healing

pairing: javier peña / reader

word count: 3313

a/n: this is a very raw topic for me and smth i’ve been dealing with for a few years, but have never gotten proper help for. that’s going to change now. i put very little dialogue in this bc sometimes, being shown that you’re loved hits harder than simply being told.

warnings: depictions of alcoholism, depression, ptsd, mommy issues

if you have an addiction problem, whether it be alcohol or controlled substances or anything else, you are not alone.

summer was in full swing in laredo. watermelons were being sold from the back of old pickup trucks parked on the side of the highway. firework stands were selling their wares with fervor. the stifling heat was luring the masses to swimming pools and splash pads all around town.

you always loved to watch the city come alive during the warmer months. it started around the middle of march, when the wild daffodils bloomed in vibrant yellows and oranges. the wisteria’s perfume would put everyone under a spell, purifying the mind and soul, and welcoming the new season with open arms and high a/c bills.

the sunshine made people happier despite the frequent heatwaves it brought with it, and that joy was contagious.

javier enjoyed summertime as well, albeit for different reasons. summers in laredo brought work at his father’s farm accompanied by a sweating amber bottle and a job well done. he would join chucho on the back porch in the early mornings, watching with wonder as the deer would guide their young fawns into the pasture. they would accept the lightly tossed strawberries with slowly abating hesitancy, starting to recognize that the men carried no ill will.

there have been slight variations to his routine over the years; the first two years after his mother passed, his time in colombia, and other mild inconveniences that he couldn’t quite place anymore.

one of the few changes he welcomed with open arms was you.

since leaving the dea, he’s gotten to watch you come alive right beside his beloved hometown. as the days grew warmer, you donned more sundresses and smiles. you would lay down in the tall grassy pastures without a care in the world (except for avoiding manure), sometimes in silence, other times with a gentle song on your lips.

javier joined you when there wasn’t work to be done, letting your head rest on his lap and his hands tenderly wander the expanse of your body calmly. there was no ulterior motive when his hands grazed your curves, he just liked to be reminded that you were with him.

this would become your routine: enjoying the sunshine together, going about your days with smiles knowing that your love was just a handful of miles away at most, a breath away at the best of times. reconvening to the home javier built on the farm with his own two hands after your days turned you both into busy bees, letting yourselves rest easy knowing that your love is with you always.

on the days where there was very little to do, you would both spend time with chucho. a glass of lemonade on the front porch watching the cattle graze, the radio singing from the living room serving as background noise in the peaceful moments.

but javier, ever observant and sensitive to the most minuscule changes, could tell something was different this year. your smiles didn’t quite reach your eyes anymore, and you began to burrow away in a nest of blankets at the very mention of going outside. even the lilt of your voice has changed; there was a palpable air of sadness around you and javier had no idea why it began.

he could tell that you were hiding from his judgement. hell, it was the middle of june and you’ve only seen chucho three times in the past two months. both men were heavily concerned with this sudden change and knew something was severely wrong.

you awoke to javier’s mustache tickling your skin, his lips ghosting your neck. it’s relaxing, peaceful, the best way to start a day. “good morning, javi,” you mumble halfway into your pillow.

“dulzura,” he whispers, “it’s two o’clock. you slept the morning away by a long shot.”

this startles you much more awake than you were seconds before. you nearly leapt from the bed in your haste — bad decision. your muscles felt like molasses in a ziploc bag, heavy and uncontrollable and reluctant to do anything but lie still in a blob.

you’re lucky that javier is next to your side of the bed at that moment or else you would have fallen flat on your face. he rights you with strong hands on your shoulders, running them down your arms as he checks you over with care.

as he holds you in place, your mind starts to catch up with the time and you’re instantly fretting. “dammit, javi! i was supposed to meet chucho at ten this morning! why didn’t you wake me?!” you’re suddenly making a mad dash to the closet, pulling several articles of clothing out and being frustrated yet not surprised when none of them match.

javier tried to get you to slow down, but you were in an unbridled and anxious tizzy, upset that you let yourself forget the brunch date you had with chucho.

you’ve given up on the clothes for now, instead doing a speed run through your morning routine. you had to look presentable, you had to look okay. today is your chance to abate their suspicions of your behavior. thus far, you’re doing a bang up job of that. it’s going to take some serious oversight on their part to not notice at least something. you just hoped they didn’t find anything big.

the way you’re zigzagging across your shared home nearly unscrews javi’s head from his neck with how much it’s swiveling after you. while you’re preoccupied, he calmly re-hangs the clothes you tore out and rifles through your side of the closet until he finds one of your summer skirts. he pairs it with one of his softer dad-on-vacation polos, as you affectionately named them, and finds your favorite sandals buried in a shoe heap.

he takes his opportunity to grab your attention when you breeze through the bedroom yet again. you were rambling on about not being sure what jewelry you wanted to wear today, almost working yourself up over it. mid-stride he pulls you to him gently, moving his free hand to cup your face.

once he had your attention, he gestured to the outfit he organized for you on the bed. you had to take a deep breath and fan your face to keep the tears from falling. how did you get so lucky to have javier in your life? to this day you’re still not quite sure.

chucho was excited to see you through the screen door at 2:39pm, not caring about you being late in the slightest. he heard your footsteps on the front porch echo into the living room and was immediately standing from his favorite recliner.

with a hug and kiss on the cheek as his greeting, he guided you to the kitchen. his famous cabbage patch stew was on the stove and you could feel your mouth water at the aroma. there were already two full bowls and a box of saltines in the center of the dining table, and chucho complimented them with two freshly poured glasses of sweet iced tea.

he always seemed to know when someone was hungry. you were incredibly grateful for his sixth sense as you sat down eagerly, ass planted in the chair and spoon in hand before he even got to his side of the table.

he laughed at your enthusiasm before joining you for the late lunch, both of you smiling and enjoying the other’s company. there was small talk and jokes and a lightness to you that hadn’t been there in a while.

but chucho was still worried about you, and he wouldn’t let one good visit distract him from figuring out what was troubling you.

javier’s mother drilled into him from a very young age that having a dirty home was detrimental to your happiness. so he figured, why not deep clean the house? it’s a process long overdue, and he reckons that it will give your mood a much needed boost.

the radio played loudly as he worked, the music giving him a rhythm as he got down to the nitty gritty of cleaning. he swept and mopped the floors, vacuumed the rugs, washed the dishes, and he dusted the ceiling fans, all between laundry.

javier’s watch told him it was ten till 8, and he wondered what you and his father could be up to. you were probably playing a game of farkle or checkers while the tv plays old westerns, laughing and smiling the night away.

he was about to call it quits for the night, but he couldn’t leave the back porch without a slight facelift. it’s where you and javi would watch the sunsets together on the old porch swing, two afghan blankets he brought back from colombia hanging on the back. one day, he thinks to himself, it will be where he finally proposes to you.

his mind wanders to thoughts of a small outdoor wedding here on the farm. pops would officiate of course, he’d call steve up and rope him into being best man, and you would insist on having one of the cattle dogs be ring bearer. he laughs at the idea of tilly, one of the younger aussies with boundless energy, running circles around everyone attempting to get the rings from her. you would definitely enjoy it, that’s for sure.

he sweeps the dirt off the porch and folds the blankets up neatly, thinking that would be all he needs to do.

but just as he’s heading back inside, a stray glass alcohol bottle catches his eye.

it’s positioned almost strategically away from his line of sight, behind the wooden spool you use as an end table. he picks up the bottle, confusion taking over because he doesn’t recognize the brand as anything he or pops would buy.

you told him years ago that you don’t drink, attributing the abstinence to addiction problems running in your family. since you were a teen, your mother reminded you that if you were to ever drink or do drugs in adulthood, your obsessive personality would lead you to becoming a hopeless addict. the addiction you’d inevitably develop would waste everything she had worked for, and she could not have that.

for your mother’s sake, he’s thankful that she would never meet a peña.

but something still makes him think he’s seen that brand here on the ranch before. he takes a seat on the swing, racking his brain to try and find some answers. they’re not on any display shelves inside, and they’re not quite the right size for your houseplant propagating. javi was genuinely stuck.

a gust of wind rattled the wind chimes, javier’s startled eyes flitting to the small decoration pops hand made as a housewarming gift. behind it, his eyes catch on the bottle tree you made a few months ago with a mix of bottles you claimed to have gotten either from goodwill or a bartender across town that saved them for you.

suspicion creeps into his chest like tornado clouds in may. he jogs several yards off the porch to inspect the faded bottles, hoping for the best but expecting the worst.

every matching bottle he found was a punch to the gut. they weren’t all identical, but there was enough to send the alarms blaring in his head. then he recalls the several diy birdhouses you made earlier this year as gifts to the owners of your favorite farmer’s market stalls and his heart sinks.

they were made from these very same bottles.

as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, it answered many questions that he forgot he had. why you always insisted on taking the trash out to the end of the driveway despite it being more convenient for him to take it, or why you never let javi clean out the trash from your car when he would clean his. all the times you would turn away from him when he wanted to kiss you as he walked through the front door in the evenings. and when you’d finally kiss him, you’d have toothpaste on your breath.

you were hiding your pain, your addiction, from him all this time. he was absolutely oblivious to it all and that’s what broke him. he was supposed to protect you and support you in every way, but he let you down.

that’s going to change from this day forward.

it was 10:30 before you were meandering out of chucho’s living room. today was just what you needed and for the first time in a while, you felt at peace.

javi left the front porch light on for you and you smiled at the gesture. the front door was unlocked and you stride in with an air of positivity you almost didn’t recognize seeing in yourself.

“hey javi, did you miss me?” you call into the house, knowing that he would hear you from just about everywhere. looking for your love, you noticed that the house was absolutely spotless, aka not the way you left it earlier today. that man was too thoughtful for his own good sometimes. you would have stayed and helped him clean if you knew that’s what he was planning to do today.

your shoes are the first thing to come off, enjoying the way the clean floor feels under your feet. seeing that the kitchen light was still on, you made your way there. “if i’d known you were gonna deep clean today honey, i would have stayed and helped you!”

still no answer came from javier. it slightly worried you, but you figured he was just exhausted from all his hard work today.

javi was leaning on the kitchen counter across from the stove, elbows on the marble top and head in his hands. you immediately rushed to his side, hoping he wasn’t dizzy or in pain. one hand scratched gently up and down his back, knowing how comforting he finds the motion.

you say nothing. when javier is upset about something, he always tells you in his own time. there is no force on the planet that can make him do something before he’s ready, so you wait patiently for him to tell you.

his head slowly lifts and gazes at you with sorrow deep in his eyes. his cheeks are rosy and his eyes are bloodshot, and you realize that he was crying.

“why do you do this to yourself, mi cielo?” javi’s voice alone conveys the heartbreak written all over him and it sends chills up your spine. in your worry, you don’t notice the assortment of glass bottles on every flat surface in the kitchen until he gestured to them as he spoke. a few dozen were from the bottle tree out back and you knew right then, that he knew everything.

oh, no.

you had no idea what to say; there wasn’t really anything to say, if you were being completely honest. you hid this from him with the overarching fear of him putting you out because of it. you lied to him, you snuck around, and pretended that everything was okay when you were really blowing away like a dandelion in the breeze.

one harsh realization came to mind and the hurt truly set in; your mother was right. you were a failure, a hopeless addict who selfishly hurt everyone she loves for the sake of another drink, another shot, another way to escape. what you were doing was cowardly, and your javier deserved so much more than a coward.

right there on the kitchen floor, surrounded by all of those bottles you intimately knew the bottom of, you crumpled under the weight of your guilt.

javier pulled you into his lap and held you through every sobbed apology, every self-deprecating comment about being a failure and undeserving of him. his hands smoothed down your back and even though his voice cracked with every other word, his words dripped with nothing but love.

he never shushed you because you’ve been holding all this pain inside for far too long. he listened and held you through the shaking, rocking you gently back and forth. he didn’t care how long he had to sit on the cold tile floor comforting you. every sore muscle he’d get in his back was miniscule compared to the pain in your heart and he would never complain about taking care of his love.

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to hurt you!” you cried/screamed into his neck, shaking like a leaf. “mom was right, she knew what i’d become if i did this! and now i’ve hurt you and–”

not all of your ramblings in the past twenty minutes were coherent, but this was one phrase he heard that immediately needed to be addressed. javier would not allow that thought to be in your head for a single moment longer.

you’ve told him about your mother and the way she treated you as a kid; everything about it was deplorable. even the mere idea of her being correct in her cruelty ignites his fury against her.

“no, cariño. your mother knows nothing! she is and always will be wrong about you. she doesn’t know the beautiful, loving person you are today, and she never will.”

it takes a lot for someone to earn the hatred of javier peña. there are very few non-criminals that have that under their belts, but your mother? she earned his wrath when you first opened up about the traumas she caused you, and will never be able to redeem herself enough to make up for what she’s done. there is no space in his life or sympathies for someone who wounded you so deeply.

“you were hurting and you tried to handle it the best way you knew how. you did this alone because that’s what you thought was safe. but this is your home, you are always safe here, mi cielo.”

still sniffling, you lift your head from where it’s been hidden in javi’s neck. he graciously makes no comment about the tears and snot you’ve left on his skin as he continues to soothe you, your comfort at the front of his mind. you know for a fact you’re a train wreck personified after such a violent breakdown. but your javier, in that special way of his, makes you feel nothing short of utterly adored in any given moment.

his eyes are soft as he holds your chin gently, keeping your attention solely on him, “we’re going to get through this together, i swear it on everything. you will never suffer through this alone as long as i live, understand? i’ve got you, and you’ve got me.”

you lean closer to him and kiss his cheek, trying to send all of your love and appreciation through it. “thank you, javi, for everything. i know i’m hard to love sometimes, but you still stay and i’m so lucky to have you.”

javier scoffs at your words, a smile gracing his handsome face. “you never have to thank me for loving you, dulzura. it’s the easiest thing i’ve ever done.” a few more leftover tears fall, and his callused hands wipe them away with a tender smile. “what will be hard is getting off this hard ass floor. c’mon, let’s go to bed.”

your laugh lightens javi’s heart as you stand from your spot in his lap, offering him your hand accompanied with an old man joke. he swats lightly at your thigh once he’s on his feet, chuckling at the small yelp that leaves your lips as you lead the way to your bedroom.

nothing frisky will happen tonight, he knows you well enough to be certain that you simply need to be held. tomorrow, javier will help you take the next step in healing and be by your side the entire way.

#javier peña imagines #javier pena x reader #javier peña #tw alcoholism #tw ptsd #tw mommy issues #javier peña fanfic #pedro pascal character imagine #pedro pascal #narcos #narcos imagine

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Kyle's Best Bits

“Yes, because if you don’t you’re going to let us come and hang out up here until it is fixed” Kyle said “Because we are big and mean and scary and we can hurt you” Kyle said.- Heatwave

hey...so how many of you have ever been to a party before?" Kyle asked Harry's friends, they all stayed silent and looked at each other in confusion "I thought so" Kyle said nodding "Come on in, have fun, enjoy yourselves" he said to them.- You Gotta Fight

Harrison, we are having the party of the century right now and I am not about to let you screw it up all up!” Kyle said to Harry. “Now you can either keep your mouth shut and have fun or Adam and I can shove you down the laundry chute…again…” Kyle said- You Gotta Fight

“No wait, wait want to hear something about the Backstreet’s Back video?” Kyle asked laughing uncontrollably “We were like 5 right? They were shooting it right here in LA, so we went to visit the set, we get there and Harry…sees my dad in his lizard make up or whatever the hell he was, I still don’t know…” Kyle said as he and his friends continued laughing. “He FREAKS out, tries to run away, ends up running into his dad who was dressed as Dracula, and out came this loud high pitch scream "It was HILARIOUS” he said.-You Gotta Fight

"I'm going too, but if anyone asks, I tried to stop you and you...I don't know...threatened to steal my soul or something" Kyle said pulling on his letterman's jacket.- Smells Like Teen Spirit

"I...I tried to stop them...they wouldn't listen?" Kyle said to them.-Smells Like Teen Spirit

“Harry, we are witnessing a rare moment in Adam’s life don’t ruin it”- An Adam McLean Christmas

“Wow” Kyle said “That almost sounded sincere” he said.-An Adam McLean Christmas

“No! Give Nat a little credit here because for some god unknown reason she seems to love you” Kyle said to him.- My Deadly Valentine

“Shut up Harry don’t dorkify football” Kyle said to him as they all sat in front of the TV.- The Kids' Table

“Well…I guess I’m grateful that Adam and Harry saved me from Damien on Halloween and that we all somehow managed to survive everything this year”- The Kids' Table

“Ha! Told you he couldn’t stay away, you owe me five bucks”- Tales From The Jr. BSB Crypt: Fright Night

“My father will hear about this!”- Tales From The Jr. BSB Crypt: Fright Night

“Alright don’t worry, I’ll wear gloves when I turn the page, I promise”-Tales From The Jr. BSB Crypt: A Killer Among Friends

“No look, I found this list alright and he had all this stuff written down like cleaning up blood and taping mouths and something about bananas”- Tales From The Jr. BSB Crypt: A Killer Among Friends

“Fine! Don’t believe me! I don’t care just don’t come to me when Harry has you both tied up and you find yourselves at the bottom of some ditch” Bradley and Neilson looked at each other and began laughing.- Tales From The Jr. BSB Crypt: A Killer Among Friends

"Yeah breaking and entering, good times" Kyle said.- Weekend at Brian's

"...You do" Kyle said "You sneak into the prop department during study hall".- Weekend at Brian's

"Yeah you're gonna want to get the fire department over here again" Kyle said as he casually walked outside.- Weekend at Brian's

“I shouldn’t be putting the chips into the pudding…I should put the pudding in with the chips” he said dumping the entire container of pudding into the bag. “I’m so stupid” he said laughing hysterically.- Made With Love

“Hey I’m the nice one, he’s Satan!”- Santa's Helpers

“Adam…I have been at this for over an hour now” Kyle said exasperated “I got paper cuts all over from that wrapping paper, my fingers are bleeding!” he said irritated. “How much longer do I have to do this?” he asked.- Santa's Helpers

“Oh why? Because Adam said so? When did we all get so afraid of Adam? I’m the oldest, I’m supposed to be the scary one!” Kyle said to them.- Friendsgiving

"Alright, we're not here to insult Harry." "Even though he does in fact look really stupid."- We Gather Together

Kyle nodded "Look Nat, we didn't have a normal childhood, we don't have normal families" he said "I mean we could each have all the friends in the world but in the end we know that it would just be because of who our dads are". "the only ones we know that we can really trust are each other" he said to her. "Do Bradley J. and Neilson get on my nerves with their stupidity and their stupid jokes that are really only funny to them" Kyle said, Natalie laughed. "Hell yes, all the damn time" he said "but if I can be honest...something about their relationship...it's actually kind of sweet" he said. "And if you tell anyone I ever said that..."- Faithfully

"Well that's different, I mean Adam's...he's...he's Satan and Harry...he's just a pain in the ass" she laughed "But incase you're wondering I do kind of love them...I guess" she laughed. "Look, out of all of us I'm the oldest, it's my job to look after them...I mean my dad did it...which is probably why he left, they all drove him insane..." Kyle said.- Faithfully

“And just to be clear we’re going to do this without violence or yelling” Kyle said to him- Faithfully

“Yes, but like war, this could get ugly” Kyle said. “Alright, lets get these morons to talk to each other, good luck everyone” Kyle said.- Faithfully

"My arch nemesis? what am I a super hero?" Kyle asked him- In The Air Tonight

"...Are you actually saying these words right now?" he asked.- In The Air Tonight

"God Harry it's a high school newspaper not the New York Times" Kyle said to him.- In The Air Tonight

"Alright I want to know once and for all what the hell is your problem with me?" Kyle asked him.- In The Air Tonight

"Well what is it?!” Kyle asked once more, Damien stayed silent, glaring at him through blood shot eyes. “Just what I thought, you are nothing but a self-entitled, arrogant son of a bitch!” Kyle yelled at him. - In The Air Tonight

"Try me" Kyle said to him angrily “You shot Harry, you shot Bradley, you’ve been torturing us for years, that’s all the motivation I need” Kyle said to him. “But you know what? As much as I would love to blow your head off, it wouldn't make me any better than you are, besides you'll get yours, when you're in prison and are being passed around like the bitch that you are" Kyle said to Damien "One can only hope" he said before clocking Damien cold over the head with the gun's handle.- In The Air Tonight

"The hell it's not" Kyle said to him "He threatened to kill me, he held me at gunpoint, he shot two of my friends, he almost hit a third and he took Adam hostage!” Kyle said.- In The Air Tonight

"You will pay for what you did, you deserve to have your ass passed around that jail like Halloween candy" Kyle said to him. "See you in court" he said leaving.- In The Air Tonight

"You don't need the others, just me, Damien was my enemy, he hated me the most, I'm the one that put this in motion" Kyle said to him."So just let them go home, please, let them go and you can kill me" Kyle said.- Shout at The Devil

“Mr. Winchester…you really think that a guy like that would be friends with a low-life like you?” Kyle sneered at him “You’re not his friend…you’re his employee…you show loyalty to him but what about his loyalty to you?” Kyle asked. “Because when this is all over with and they finally catch up with him, you can bet that he’ll want to cut a deal and the first person he names as an accomplice in this whole thing will be you and your fellow henchmen” Kyle said. “He doesn’t have your back…you’re disposable to him and you know it” Kyle said. The door then opened and Vinnie came out, slamming the door behind him and locking it.- Shout at The Devil

"You're not going to get away with this, don't you hear the sirens? you're done!" Kyle said to him.- Shout at The Devil

“Haven’t you learned anything from all this?” Kyle asked “I always win” he said.- Dead Man's Party

"Don't mind them...they're just cranky what with almost being blown up and everything" Kyle said to him.-Dead Man's Party

“Okay, say I needed to make Adam happy…how would I go about that?” Kyle asked.- Prom Night

"Zoey is practically Adam's sister I guess he's just being protective...borderline psychotic...but protective" Kyle said to her.-Prom Night

"Oh no trust me he knows, he chased me around the block for half an hour" Kyle said to him.- Prom Night

"What is it with everyone wanting to kill me?" Kyle asked.-Prom Night

"I'm not running away this time, this ends...tonight" Kyle said reaching into the elevator and pushing the close door button. “Get out of here, now, both of you” he said. -Prom Night

“I’m doing what I should’ve done in the first place…I’m walking away, I’m walking away from you and this whole crazy feud you’ve made up in your head, it’s not worth it, YOU are not worth it!” Kyle said to him.-Prom Night

“It didn’t have to be this way you know” Kyle said “You could’ve accepted your loss like a human being and moved on but no you had to make everyone as miserable as you were and it’s only destroyed us both in the end” he said to Damien. “And you want to know the sickest saddest part?” Kyle asked. -Prom Night

“This whole thing, this whole ordeal…the shooting, the kidnapping, the explosion… was just because of a trophy, a plaque...an insignificant piece of high school memorabilia isn't going to mean anything in five years" “It means NOTHING, YOU mean nothing!" Kyle yelled at Damien. -Prom Night

“You know WHY I won? Do you?!” Kyle asked Damien as they struggled together on the floor “Because I’m BETTER THAN YOU!!!” Kyle yelled at him. “God that feels good to say!” Kyle said “You were so focused on being the rich popular jock that you forgot you would actually have to play the damn game, which you SUCK at!” he said as he pinned Damien to the floor.- Prom Night

“Hi, I’m Kyle I’m the guy who saved his life” Kyle said sticking his hand out to her.- The Winchester Chronicles: Aftermath

“Come on casanova, you’re buying me another coffee” Kyle said to him, he took the cup holder and threw it into the trash, pushing him along “Move!” he said. - The Winchester Chronicles: Aftermath

“I haven’t played since November, shut up!” Kyle growled at him “I’m so tired” he whined “I just want to strip naked and jump in the pool” he said- The Winchester Chronicles: A Deadly Plan

“Let’s just say Adam’s not the same person when you’re around” he said chuckling lightly.- The Winchester Chronicles: We've Got Tonight

“Bradley, I swear to god you better keep your mouth shut” Kyle said to him “Or nothing will prevent me from ripping those stitches out of your arm and twisting my finger in that bullet wound!” Kyle said.

- The Winchester Chronicles: We've Got Tonight

#jr. bsb series #original characters #bsb fan fiction #jr. bsb birthday #best of kyle #kyle birthday spam

[opheliabloo]

if you have been overwhelmed by despair and guilt after the last 48 hours, i encourage you to focus on being the good part of the fandom instead of letting the loud, reprehensible minority taint the experience of what could potentially be a source of passion going forward. post about the recent lore, make crazy conspiracies about the upcoming dream team meet-up worthy of the shiniest tinfoil hats, post about the fics you’re writing or the art you’re drawing. no amount of condemnation will change the opinions of those already willing to do such reprehensible things like doxx minors and abuse victims for their own personal gain. if you have genuinely had your fill of this fandom or this content, leave and leave guiltlessly — this post is not a criticism of your actions, nor is it a criticism of those who were dissatisfied with dream during some or all of this. Moving on does not equal forgetting this ever happened. it just means allowing ourselves to breathe now that the situation has reached its conclusion.

this community is filled with some incredible talent, and i never see any lack of amazing art on my dash. as a fic author myself, i have a special appreciation for all the stellar writers here, from the likes of Heatwaves and Passerine to the hilarity of Mangoball and the fics that never go viral but sit in my head rent free for fucking DAYS lmao. over the last two days ive seen countless anons asking the people i follow if they’re okay and reminding them of how much their blog brings them joy, posts of people urging others to step away and focus on themselves if they’re doomscrolling. kindness whispers where cruelty yells, but the kindness in this fandom is not lost on me. ranboo found his foothold in this fandom in a major way, and now he’s off having the time of his life. hundreds of thousands of people all gathered onto a single tommy twitch stream to watch him face off against dream like it was some massive sports game. Quackity makes literal lore movies for us and gets so excited for the community’s reaction he tweets about it hyping it up for days. the analysis posts are always so interesting, the memes hilarious if not a little cursed. it’s a disservice to us all if we forget how good a community can be in SPITE of its flaws. dream obviously cherishes his community if he’s willing to stick around through all this, so never believe that the entirety of the fandom is irredeemably toxic. you’ll drag yourself — and your passion — down too.

tldr; take a breath, relax your shoulders, and let the bad times make you focus on being the good in this fandom that drew us all here to begin with. we can’t control when bad people do bad things, but we can curate our own enjoyment of this online community and lift each other up with the support and kindness ive already seen exemplified over the last couple days instead of wallowing in the despair and guilt of thinking the community is a lost cause. the best way to improve this clown circus of ours is to make an example of what good behaviour looks like. take care of yourselves, take a break from this fandom or this content if that’s what’s best for you, and indulge in your passion in whatever way is most fun for you. <3

#woo that was long mobile spacing got me fucked up #I’ve seen a lot of negative posts (rightfully lmao) but I wanted to say this now that we’ve got a definite Dream statement and a resolution #not the happiest resolution #but it is one nonetheless and I am satisfied with it #it makes me sad when all the good gets forgotten when a couple nasty people get in here and start up shit #we’re millions of people; of course there will be more than a few with questionable or harmful opinions #but when they’re given the spotlight and made to look like the face of the fandom itself we all suffer #this is not a post telling ppl to forget this ever happened and go back to blissful ignorance. i just don’t want ppl exhausting themselves #this was a fucked up and complicated and confusing situation and my condolences to Dream and that girl for having to relive their trauma #lots of y’all are so talented and funny and great to share excitement and passion with. i don’t want anyone to forget it. #dreamwastaken #mcyt #dsmp #georgenotfound #Sapnap #Dream team #Dream smp #manatreed

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SunaOsa fanfic recs: valentines edition~~

SunaOsa is one of my all time favorite ships and this past month, there has been/was an exchange going on between writers (here is the link) and artists (separately) and because I don’t have a life (or maybe it’s just that SunaOsa is my life LOL), I’m here to tell you some of my favorite fics from the pile :D However, as much as I love a ship, sometimes fluff is too asajndajnd so mind you there will probably be a lot of good fics missing just cause I couldn’t get myself to read more fluff (or angst) LOL (IM SORRY but sometimes I also just can’t motivate myself to read a fic no matter how good it looks OOPS).

As always, please check warning and tags before reading any of these fics, and take care of yourselves!!!!

In no particular order (jk the order is last updated haha) tho my favorites will have *** next to them :)

***glass stained black by unrequitedangst (E) 31k // Mafia AU’s are some of my favorite kinds of fics, and this one did not disappoint! The character development of Osamu is really legit and despite being mafia, it’s not that heavy or angst of a fic (but you should still definitely read tags and warnings first). It’s an Osamu heavy fic, and if you’re into reading him being stupid, go right ahead LOL.

redux by catalysis (T) 2.3k // ngl I hate break-up fics with a passion truely (when you can’t handle fluff or angst what to do) but I liked the concept for this one hehe (so I made myself suffer LOL). It was short, but cute !!! and the unspoken words really hit me in the FEELS (so what I’m dramatic fight me LOL).

Impropriety by DeathBelle (T) 5.7k // royalty~ I love the banter between them in this fic and we DO stan respectful Osamu yes we do <33333 The relationships between not only SunaOsa but SunaAtsu (because even though it isn’t really SunaAtsu best friend agenda, I can delude myself into think it is okay :/) are done so well and so nice he’s mean Osamu is best Osamu.

***what are you waiting for? by Slumber (T) 3.7k // MIGHT BE MY FAV FIC FROM THIS EXCHANGE!!! It made me cackle and I love how they learn new things about each other!!!! Like the development is so good and Suna is really doing the MOST!! Also, I love recursive endings AHHHHHH!

agape by sketchedsmiles (T) 11.7k // soulmates, then they were SOULMATES! (ik that’s not how it goes but pls just humor me LOL) This fic really depicted Osamu’s insecurities/internal turmoil/overthinking really well and the realization he has vs Suna’s AHJAFKASFJ. I love confident Suna.

fireside by tartaglia (starkartifices) (T) 3.6k // we do love the subtle flirt flirt don’t we hehe ;) It’s short, it’s fluff, and it’s funny - what more could you ask for? Also whats a vigilante fic if there isn’t at least one pun about being a vigilante LOL.

Over and Over Again by tookumade (G) 6.4k // I would like to order one reassuring, reliable Miya Osamu for myself please and thank you :((( The way the relationship is so GOOD like both Suna and Osamu pick each other up and they know the other has their back ajfhkajdfl. I would purchase all the onigiri with the deal Suna was proposing ;) Onigirintarou.

from here to eternity by TheGlovedArtist (T) 6.6k // I for one am a big fan of mythology and stuff (heroes of olympus but like IDR any of the plot LOL) so of course I read this fic. The snark appearances of Sakusa and Komori gave me LIFE and the difference in descriptions from Astumu and Kita cracked me up. This is another respectful Osamu fic (yes I love these) and in this one it was a ‘I save you as much as you save me’ type beat LOL. Gotta love rings.

***Subtle Inarizaki Dating by sifuhotman (T) 15.2k // THIS ONE. Even if you don’t read the whole thing, I beg of you, please, I AM ON MY KNEES, read the SID for Astumu. It is worth the loss of all your brain calls I guarantee it. It made me giggle so freakin much. Suna might be an A-Hole but he’s OUR A-Hole <3

Forever Begins with 8 Seconds by subtlehues (T) 3.9k // FLUFF hehe, I love their dynamic in this one it’s very good and cute and everything great! Also, I am all for the head cannon that Suna cannot cook, yes pls. Also SUPERPOWERS whooooooooh.

***try again, and again, and again by rosegoldwriting (T) 2.6k // SOULMATES! If you ever wanted a specific soulmate AU! for SunaOsa look no further, it probably comes out LOL. I love this concept of them just being like ‘WTF’ everyday, it gives me life. Also, count how many soulmate AU’s you recognized because I just thought about it and I think it’d be fun LOL. (I went back and I think 11 but I’m not sure LOL)

let us burn by SilverMoonT (G) 13.5k // I am always up for a nice vampire Osamu and witch Suna (which believe it or not, is my second one because I read the other one by this writer LOL) This one is more Suna POV and it really goes into his fears and desires, and I like the way Osamu pushes him to live more freely.

***reasons to microwave an elixir by spiritscript (T) 8.2k // THIS ONE. UGH I love, and it’s funny and cute and it EVEN HAS CRIME (kinda not really but yes)! I love the quiet moments they have and the PET AHHHHHHH! We love medic Osamu :DDDDD But also the betrayal and the sparring (and the irony at the end LOL) AJSKJNFK.

we fall between by stringendos (T) 14.7k // honestly the entire time I was just screaming at my computer, begging for them to hurry up and realize, but alas this is a ~slow burn~ for a reason and the tag ‘exes who act like theyre married’ really is the reason I read it and I do not regret LOL. Also bless Matsuda and stan her.

All the Time in the World by minie_ai (M) 8.8k // we love immortality! Denial! And Suna mentally filing away blackmail against people (namely Astumu) LOL. Running away from your problems is always the answer (I am saying this is a not sarcastic manner because I too, run away from my problems LOL) but ramen is ALWAYS a good answer. We love ourselves some emotional constipation LOL.

***none but you by broikawa (T) 7.2k // everything is a competition always LOL, not that I’m complainin but still LOL EVERYTHING. I really love this one because I love the progression and cock-block SakuAtsu hehe. I love them being synchronized idiots <3

it all comes back to you, (my home) by iritaescents (T) 4.5k // FOREVER, WE STAN FOREVER. Anyway, LOL this was is very very cute and fluff and not slow burn, it fast burn LOL. It’s a cute fic to read and it even has our favorite, now say it with me SOULMATES LOL.

Can't help falling in bed with you by tirralirra (T) 6.7k // here we see a 5 + 1 with points for the title (I think it’s very funny LOL my humor is bad ;)) Not that it really needs extra points because it’s a great fic in itself LOL but I really liked the title so I felt the need to share this with you all (OOPS). This was so cute, and the + 1 is HILARIOUS.

It’s no longer up :(((((( -> love's consequences by xginpuff (T) 6.5k // WARNINGS AND TAGS been a while since we had an angsty fic in this list (LOL the way I just tried to avoid all of them hehe). I read the tags but ngl I was still surprised later LOL maybe I’m just dumb, but anyway IK it starts out a bit confusing, but after you read more, you’ll get into it!

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Heatwave Drabble #3: sucker for u

[Heatwave // Godless // Heatwave Drabbles]

^ you’ll have to have read those to understand the relationship!!

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Summary: As your roommate/fuck buddy/friends with benefits, Taehyung knows he doesn’t have any right to get jealous or possessive when you sleep with other people. But that won’t stop him from being competitive about who can pleasure you better.

Genre: drabble, smut, bit of angst?, fwb au, roommate au

Warnings: boobs worshipping, lots of titty sucking, protected sex woohoo, jealous!Taehyung who doesn’t know that he’s jealous!, classic bratty annoying abrasive behaviour from oc, praise kink (Tae just wants you to tell him he’s the best boy), semi-angry sex?

Word count: 4.9k

A/N: Specifically requested by @mytaetaey :) I hope this was wanted!! Sorry for how annoying they both are -_- The next drabble will contain more plot!!

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“Oooaah- fuck. Yes, just like that.” Your head sinks into the pillow, eyes rolling back at the obscene way he’s sucking your nipples. But then you quickly look back down at him again, not wanting to miss the chance of embedding this sight into your memory.

One of his hands is cupped under the breast he’s lapping up, the other rubbing your clit the vigorous way that you had taught him. Shit, he’s a fast learner.

“Keep going, Eunwoo.” You push his hair back to reveal his glistening forehead, fingers entangled in his black locks, remaining there. He glances up at you in those big round eyes of his, your nipple trapped between his teeth, and that old friend you like to call fanny flutters come rushing down to your core.

Eunwoo is a quiet shy boy in your university course, always sitting two rows from the front, diligently jotting down impeccable notes in lectures. He’s tall, he’s handsome, and he’s got a body that has every girl (or boy) in your class drooling over. He’s also somehow, by the miracle of god, a virgin. Well, soon not anymore. When you got assigned at partners for this assessed presentation you’re doing, you threw your fist in the air and did a celebratory yodel, because not only is he going to guarantee you a good grade, you also know you finally have the chance to seduce him. Taehyung had high fived you, but then also got kind of annoyed when you wouldn’t stop showing him Eunwoo’s instagram.

There has always been a tacit sexual tension between you two; you would glance at each other in class more than the ordinary, acknowledge each other’s existence yet never making the first step to speaking. When you had invited him over to yours to work on this project, there was a mutually known implication of what this would lead to.

And now he’s on your bed, allowing you to teach him how to pleasure a woman. Some people tend to avoid inexperienced boys, yet you see this as a perfect opportunity to mould them into sex gods. Eunwoo is exploding with potential, so pliable, obedient, eager to please you.

He is a great kisser, which increases the mystery of why and how he could still be a virgin. First, you had taught him about getting a girl wet, teasing her erogenous zones such as her ears, neck, hip. Kissing during foreplay is more than just about the lips, it’s about drawing the person deeper into you, hinting to them what is to come if things are taken to the next stage. Then comes making her wet, grinding into her, rubbing her panties, massaging her breasts.

You soon learnt that Eunwoo is a boob guy. Taehyung is an ass guy, so it took you by surprise when he fixated on sucking your breasts even as you guided him to finger your clit. It fits so well with his innocent-boy image; when you see him latched onto your nipple like this, it almost reminds you of an infantile scene. But no, let’s not go there, you do not have a mommy kink. That’s gross, your power complex is not as overboard as Taehyung’s to require someone to refer to you as their parent.

“Do you like that?” He releases your swollen bud for air, yet fingers don’t slow their pumping. It’s a genuine question, unlike the taunting of Taehyung when he tries to coax praise from you.

“Yes, you’re learning so quickly.” You pinch his chin between your fingers, watching the shyest smile spread across his lips at your reply.

God, he’s a cute thing.

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There’s loud music coming from your room. Sexy music. Taehyung smiles to himself as he kicks off his shoes at the front door and swings his bag onto the couch.

As he pads closer to your room, his attention falls to a faint moaning that doesn’t take him half a second to recognise; he knows your moans when he hears it. Are you… masturbating? It’s not unusual for either one of you to go solo and get yourselves off every now and then. After all, self care is important. But it’s an infrequent occurrence, even for Taehyung who used to wank five times a day on average at the age of 13. He much prefers your mouth nowadays.

The thought of you touching yourself, too impatient for him to get home is really hot though.

Your door is slightly open, sound echoing towards him, beckoning him to follow. It isn’t until he is peering through the gap that he registers there are two sets of breathing coming from inside, the other very distinctly male.

From the door, Taehyung sees you sprawled out on your back, breasts being devoured by a black haired boy who’s running his condom-clad dick up your slit. “Yeah, like that, tease it.” You sigh into your pillow. Your fingers grip onto his dark tufts as your eyes shut in pleasure, a scene that both arouses Taehyung and makes him frown.

Why is this boy sucking your tits so much? If it were Taehyung, he would flip you over, tie your wrists up, spank your red, and tease your clit with his tongue and tip until you’re begging for him to drive his cock into you.

This boy looks like a baby suckling at his mother’s breast. It’s weird. Taehyung almost yells for him to stop.

Your eyes open and lock with his, widening a fraction at his sudden presence outside your room. Taehyung feels embarrassed, worse than being caught watching porn by his dad, because here, you’re his porn. But your face remains passive, nonchalant. You smile and do a quick wave at him in greeting.

Have you two really demolished any boundaries between each other that you’re not even fazed that he is witnessing you about to be fucked?

Taehyung waves back, but doesn’t smile. He’s never been able to force a smile. This boy is annoying him, he’s doing it all wrong.

You motion for your roommate to close the door for you, all the while praising the boy, “Fuck, you’re doing well, Eunwoo.”

Oh, so this is Eunwoo, your partner for this project assignment. How disappointing.

Taehyung reaches to shut the door as you requested, since it’s really none of his business, yet he finds his grip on the knob tightening as he’s unable to look away from the two of you. Eunwoo is being too docile, vanilla, he doesn’t even know what the fuck he’s doing! He is trying to push his member into your wet entrance, but it slips. The secondhand embarrassment hits Taehyung in the face. This guy is a fumbling mess, how could you stand him?

He glances down at his own bulge, then back at Eunwoo’s length, smirking knowing that he has an inch on him at least.

And so Taehyung takes it upon himself to swing the door wide open, announcing his presence as he storms in with overconfidence.

Eunwoo curses and scrambles to throw the covers over the both of you. “What the fuck!”

“Taehyung!” You shriek, eyes frantically searching his for a reason for his interruption.

“Get out.” Taehyung and Eunwoo say to each other at the same time, then freezing at each other’s audacity to do so.

“You get out, dude, what the fuck?” Eunwoo sits up beside you, straightening against Taehyung’s tall standing frame that towers over the bed. This kid has some nerve.

“You get out. I live here.”

“No, you get out. Can’t you see that we're in the middle of something?”

“No, you get out. Why are your clothes off when you’re meant to be doing a project? That’s inappropriate behaviour.”

“No, you-”

“Shut up, the both of you!” You yell over their arguing. They both cease their mouths immediately and turn to you, slightly scared like kindergarten boys being told off. Your eyes are burning holes into your roommate. “Taehyung, what are you doing?”

“Breathing. Blinking. Standing. Talking.”

You’re going to fucking kill him, you swear to god. He’s got that look on his face when he knows he’s being purposely difficult, jaws clenched, chin tilted an angle upwards. There’s a spark in his eyes that are still targeted at Eunwoo, as if he’s assessing the boy head to toe, challenging him.

Having known your best friend for this long, you know he won’t back down. So you sigh, turn to poor Eunwoo, “I’m so sorry about this. It’s probably best for you to leave, I’ll deal with him.”

There’s a flash of hurt in his eyes, but it was either going to be Eunwoo or Taehyung you’d offend, and you’d much rather it be him. “Okay.”

“I’ll text you.” You watch him gather his clothes from the floor, awkward hand over his crotch. In your periphery you see Taehyung tense at your words, his attention still unyieldingly fixed on the guy. Why is he like this? Why? Aren’t guys meant to be weirded out by the sight of each other’s dicks? Why is Taehyung still staring him down like that as if he were your guard dog?

Neither of you say anything more until the front door of your place falls shut at Eunwoo’s departure. After throwing a large shirt over your nudity, you pin Taehyung with a hard angry glare.

Defiant as he currently is, he glares back as if he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Well?” You demand. “What shit are you pulling?”

Taehyung doesn’t move from where he stands at the end of your bed. Out of habit, your eyes flicker to his bulge, and though it isn’t fully hard, there is a slight prominence. “I was saving you from that amateur, you’re welcome.”

You scoff. “Ama- Ha! Taehyung, oh my god. Not this again.” Running your hands through your hair, you stand up on the mattress so your height now exceeds his. You don’t miss the way his focus momentarily falls to the edge of your top that hangs just enough to cover your ass, eyes running down your legs then back up to your face. “Yes, he was a virgin, but I’ve said this before. I like it when they’re like that!”

“What is there to like about a virg? He would have lasted 2 minutes, maybe even less.” Taehyung huffs in exasperation, unable to apprehend your preference.

“I like teaching them what to do when they’re inexperienced. I like it when they do exactly what I tell them to do, in precisely the way I want. You know that I like being in control too. You can’t just assume I wasn’t enjoying myself because you thought he didn’t know what he was doing. I was teaching him!” It endlessly frustrates you how Taehyung imposes his own mindset onto you. He thinks that just because he likes to be dominant during sex, it means that you always like to be dominated and that anyone who a tad less alpha than him isn’t doing it right. Does it ever cross his mind that it isn’t the only way to pleasure you?

“Yeah right, you were enjoying yourself. Tell that to me again when he blows his load before he even puts it in.” The jeering in his voice is winding you up. About anything else, he is never this bitchy; yet when it comes you your sexual partners, it’s like he’s your mother picking a husband for you.

“First, you’re not in a position to make fun of anyone ‘blowing their load before putting it in’.” A faint blush creeps beneath his honey skin at the memory he wishes to bury. “Second of all, I was enjoying myself. A lot. You’re not the only guy who can satisfy me you know?” Your volume is rising along with your temper, you know you should rein it in, keep it in check because you despise fighting with Taehyung. You rarely properly argue about anything serious; it’s always you getting annoyed at him but ten minutes later succumbing to his grovelling puppy eyes. This time, you don’t want to forgive him right away - he needs to know that this behaviour needs to stop.

“Okay fine, but I am the guy who satisfies you best.” Taehyung places his hands on his hips stubbornly, gazing up at you as he takes a stride closer to the bed.

Yup, so this is definitely about his pride. Like you, Taehyung is competitive even if he doesn’t wish to admit it. He likes to be the best, the favourite, have his ego stroked through praises and constant affirmation.

“How are you so sure about that?” You ask just to tug on his nerve.

He frowns at you, frozen for a moment, the clockwork in his mind slowly ticking as he tries to grasp what you are saying. “What do you mean…”

“I mean, how are you so sure that you’re the best sex I’ve ever had?” Fighting a sly smile, you raise your brow tauntingly at him. If he loves to push your buttons, why don’t you push his?

“W-Well- What do you mean!? Are you saying that I’m not?” Shocked, Taehyung’s mouth forms a pouted upside-down ‘D’. The insecurity flooding his face drops an inkling of guilt amidst your torment, but not enough to make you feel bad. But ha! How full of himself must he be to have been so certain in his abilities. For all he knows, you could have been faking your orgasms all along.

“I’m just saying,” you step in front of him until he’s arm’s length away, and you take his soft cheeks between your fingers, “that the way Eunwoo was playing with my nipples made me feel things that I haven’t felt before.”

You want to take it back the moment you say it, because you immediately realise what this is going to entail. Taehyung doesn’t back down from a challenge like this.

Wordlessly, he yanks you towards him and hoists you up from your rear. Your legs lock around his waist instinctively to prevent yourself from falling just as your arms fly around his neck, nose hitting the top of his head hard enough for you to yelp. His face is buried in the cushion of your chest as he carries you, scuttling on his knees, up the bed.

He falls on top of you, and it feels like his weight has broken three of your ribs and crushed half a lung. “What are you doing!?” You know what he is doing, or about to do.

For a drawn out pause, he stares intently into you, a carnal glint in his dark pupils. Gone is the bratty whiny childish Taehyung. In his place is a dangerous territorial animal who will fight to prove that he’s king of the jungle. “You did not just say that.” Face inches apart, you feel the fumes of his irritation radiate from him, his eyes boring an assertiveness into yours. His jaw is clenched, and despite this moment, you want to run your finger along its sharp edge. Your legs gradually slide down his back and fall into an open formation, and you’re keenly aware of the position of his groin so conveniently pressed into yours.

Why is he hard? Why is he hard? He isn’t supposed to be hard when you’re arguing.

And why does his stiffness make your clit twitch in anticipation?

“You made me hit my nose!” You try to avert both your attention to something else. Something that’s not the precariousness of the sexual tension in the air. You aren’t meant to fuck Taehyung today, goddammit. It was meant to be Eunwoo.

“You deserved it.” He grumbles, but kisses the tip of your nose nonetheless. “You’re going to regret saying that…” Frustration audible in his breath, Taehyung traces his lips to the corner of your own, a spot where he knows sends a tingle straight to your core.

“Saying what? That Eunwoo is the best at worshipping my tits?” Someone should really gag you before you keep running your mouth and do some actual damage to Taehyung’s ego. But you’re really fucking salty that Taehyung had just deprived you of some potentially amazing sex with the hottest nerd in your class because his competitiveness got in the way.

Silence.

And it is when Taehyung is completely still and quiet that you know you should be slightly afraid.

“Worshipping?” He lifts up from your face to reveal his blazing glare. “You want worshipping?” His fingers underneath your thighs rake on your skin, claws digging into you. “Fine, I’ll show you worshipping.”

That’s not a suggestion, it’s a promise.

Peeling up your shirt, to expose your front to the cold, you watch him slightly stunned as his eyes roam across your body lewdly. Your core twists and ties at the pure venery in his expression, hungry and desperate to prove himself to you.

A small noise leaves you involuntarily when he takes your breast in his mouth without warning, fingers darting seductively down your abdomen, arriving at your bare awaiting folds. His teeth scrape against the tender skin as he nips on the supply flesh around your nipple while his free hand cups under your other breast. When the rough pad of his tongue laps at your bud at the same time as his thumb rubbing on your clit, your whole body convulses under him.

“Fuck.” You curse, peering down at him to see satisfaction in his eyes that are fixed at yours to watch your reaction. Taehyung likes boobs as much as the next guy, but his focus is usually predominantly your ass and pussy. This much attention channelled to your boobs is a rarity from him.

There’s a very distinct difference in the pleasure one receives from the stimulation of nipples. It’s almost like welcoming the cold, as your body braces at the assail on those highly sensitive bundle of nerves concentrated at one point. It tickles in a way that makes the back of your scalp tingle and your toes curl. Your eyes threaten to shut from the overwhelming arousal, but you force them open, force yourself not to break eye contact with Taehyung.

Because there’s something so intimate about eye contact during any sexual act, as if your souls are reaching into each other and locking hands. And refusing to letting go.

Your fingers as usual find their way to his messy mane, gripping on his wavy tresses while his tongue mercilessly grazes your bud, not to mention his fingers now slowly sliding into you. You’re wet, embarrassingly wet, residual from Eunwoo but also from Taehyung’s display of need to impress you.

Then his mouth leaves your nipple, allowing a gush of cool air to prickle your goosebumped skin. “Do you like that?” Your memory flickers to the exact same words tumbling out of Eunwoo, yet this time impacts you so differently, so much more forcefully. Fuck, you hate that Taehyung’s right.

“Yeah…” You whisper. The smug smirk you’ve come to know so well reveals itself. “Take off your clothes, Taehyung.”

You can’t put your finger on it, but Taehyung doing anything to you as a different effect from anyone else. Even as he removes his shirt, your heart can’t help but quicken at how hot he unintentionally makes such a mundane gesture look. Maybe it’s because he’s your best friend, but it feels less superficial, rather, it touches a more profound depth in your core.

Twisting back, you pull out your drawer and take out a condom. Taehyung, naked on his knees, watches as your roll it onto his swollen throbbing cock, an action you’re so familiar with that you could do it in pitch dark. He always makes you put it on him, ‘it feels so much better’ apparently. And even having fucked so many times before, the sight of how hard you made him causes your cunt to weep.

After resuming the missionary position you were in, you expect him to pound into you without warning, he loves a surprise entrance after all. Except he returns to your tits and plant big wet kisses on your smooth softness. “See? I can worship your boobs if you want me to. So who’s better, me or him?”

And just because you haven’t had enough of teasing him, as well as getting teased, you say, “Him.”

Taehyung’s kissing ceases. And another one of those still scary silences follows. Then he angrily takes the flesh of your breast in his mouth and start sucking rosy colours, both hands groping you this time.

It’s an unspoken rule that you never leave hickeys on each other. Because why would you? You’re only casually fucking, there’s no ownership whatsoever. Plus how are either of you supposed to sleep with anyone else if there’s a blaring red splodge on your neck?

But this time, he’s marking you.

“Taehyung, what are you doing?!”

He releases your breast and assesses his piece of art. You glimpse down too, to find a crimson cloud pigmented beside your nipple. Oh for fuck’s sake. “Tell me I’m better.”

“You’re not-” Eyes wolfish, he dives back in to bite another fresh mark near the first. His fingers walk down your torso and tease open your folds, smearing your dampness all over your clit before pushing his digits up into your mouth. You suck, lapping up your own taste.

“Only I can make you this wet. Admit it.” There are now two bruises on your breast, but rather than getting vexed by his display of territorialism, it makes your cunt flutter.

“Since when was your ego so fragile.” You taunt, taking his rubbered dick into your grip and guiding him towards your slit.

“It isn’t,” he refutes, sighing as you swirl his tip around your clit, “I just want you to be honest with yourself and admit that no one makes you feel better than I do.”

“You’re actually- argmph-” You make a sound of pleasure as we eases into you slowly, his body tensing at your warmth embracing his cock. “So full of yourself.”

Well, to be factually accurate, you’re so full of him this very second.

Taehyung glances down at his length buried inside you, but you tilt his face to look at you. Eye contact. When he starts to move his hips back and forth, you see the hunger in his eyes, the hunger for you and only you. Amongst all things, you truly enjoy watching his features screw in pleasure as he pounds into you like a rabid animal. You feel powerful, content.

“Fu-uck. And. You’re. In. Denial. Baby.” He pants out each word at every thrust. The name drives you wild, you don’t know what it is, but it always makes your walls clench.

Lowering his frame, Taehyung rests his forehead on yours, his thumb gliding into your mouth for you to suckle on. You hum at the punching pressure in your core, entangling your innards.

And because you feel nice, mostly due to his covetous desperation, you whimper, “Fine. You fuck- me- so well.”

At your final admission, Taehyung’s eyes light up like a forest fire, pace quickening instantly as if energise by your words. The purity of his boyish victorious smile paints an ironic juxtaposing scene. “What else?” He urges.

What else? Good god, this man is drinking up the praise like wine.

“No one makes me feel as good as you do.” You huff, grabbing onto the back of his hair, your warm breaths mingling between your mouths. He shuts his eyes to bask in the praise, so you continue. “No one makes me cum even remotely like you do. No one makes me squirt except you.”

“Fuck…” His brows pinch, concentrating in the ecstatic friction of your cunt around him. He begins to twiddle your nipples between his finger; your neck immediately gives in and rolls back as he crudely pinches the buds of sensitivity, an uncontrollable tremor unearthing in your thighs.

“No one compares to your cock, the way you fuck me until I cry.” Taehyung moans as you keep lauding him. This initially was meant to mock him, except you find that everything you’re saying rings completely true.

“Yeah? You like it when I fuck you until you cry?” His hand closes around your throat, the other still toying with your nipple so sadistically. At the restriction of air, you feel your eyes water, vision obstructed by the emerging tears.

Fuck Kim Taehyung for how good he fucks you.

It’s impressive how his stamina has not dwindled one bit, but rather the speed and force at which he is ramming is even increasing. The pressure behind your walls are making you insane now, you feel the looming of your inevitable release, inching closer bit by bit. “Aaooh. Daddy, keep going. Your cock feels so good.” You feel like a pornstar with what you’re saying, but at least no one else can make you feel like a pornstar except Taehyung. The word daddy escaped so easily from your lips that you want to kick yourself. Why are you such a docile creature these days?

But then he plunges into you particularly hard and you remember why.

“I’m gonna come.” You cry, literally cry, as a tear of extreme exhilaration rolls out. “You’re gonna make me come.”

“Baby-” He sighs onto your cheek, grabbing your marked breast while he chases his climax.

And then it hits you both, one after another, the explosion of pleasure inside your cunt, swimming up your entire body like a ripple. Matched with the stimulation of your nipple, you cry out as you feel yourself twisting under your skin, unravelling. A throaty groan erupts from his throat as he spurts out his high, mouth clamping down onto your breast a second later. The vibrations of his exhale penetrate into your chest; your ears strain to hear a high-pitched whimper of bliss hidden by his baritone.

The couple of minutes after orgasming is always a blur to you. You always need a moment to piece your shattered mind and body back together. Taehyung is panting heavily beside you. He did all the work today, you’ll be sure to return the favour next time.

You realise that you didn’t kiss once throughout that whole intercourse. And for some reason, it kind of bothers you. You also realise that, in your post-orgasm haze, you’re wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face onto his shoulder, his coat of sweat cooling you.

Ew, what are you doing?

But before you can take back that action and roll away, he pulls you into him and nuzzles into your crown. Still naked, your breasts feel tender, thighs sore, as your damp skin stick to his.

After a silent minute to regain strength, he speaks. “That Eunwoo wouldn’t have been able to do that.” It’s a statement, but he makes it sound more like a question. Still, he’s seeking your affirmation. And you feel slightly bad about how insecure he is about this.

“He wouldn’t.” You soothe him, half your attention on the vibrant hickeys on your boob. Should you scold him? Hmm, you feel like you should, but you don’t. Post-sex Taehyung is too soft.

His long fingers are stroking your back - his classic aftercare, it makes your lids heavy. Taehyung almost always falls asleep after sex, while you never let yourself; sleeping together after sex feels too… intimate. At the end of the day, you’re just fuck buddies, there are boundaries.

“So you won’t fuck around with him again?”

Instantly you look up at him. Taehyung’s chocolate brown eyes are gazing tenderly at you, expectant, hoping for the answer he wishes to hear. You feel a kernel of annoyance. Taehyung doesn’t get to ask you not to sleep with a specific person, especially because you would never ask it of him. But you also know that arguing with him now would hurt him, like taking your dog to a dog park and feeding a treat to another puppy right in front of it. You don’t understand his fixation on this random boy all of a sudden, but you guess you’ll just have to let it slide.

You both are aware of this dangerous game you play, the thread-thin line you walk. It’s fickle. One wrong step, one fight and everything between you will fall apart.

So you just sigh and say, “Fine, I won’t. Happy? You’re the best boy. Happy?”

The twinkle in his eye followed by the babiest giggle threatens to nick your heart. His cheeks always rise like two loaves of bread when he does that genuine innocent smile like that. “Am very happy, yes. Because you don’t need to fuck him when you have me right here.”

Inexplicably, his words induces a weird feeling in your stomach. You can’t tell if it’s because you’re irritated by how clingy he is, or endeared.

Since this day, you uncharacteristically told Eunwoo that you should keep your relationship strictly as project partners, as much as it pained you to let go of such great potential. And since this day, Taehyung makes a point to never neglect your breasts again.

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@taexxxiiaa @shookpreme @taetaeobsessed @tangledsparkles @nonexistentfucks @evilkookie @nbiased95 @taehyungmakesmeoof @itscalledgayhoney @tahaing @deliciouslydisturbed365 @expensive-bangtan-girl @jwlmnbt @herakimkim @dnyad @kaepjjang365 @expensive-bangtan-girl@gingerpeachtae @spring2787 @askingtheimportantthingshere @casualminiaturetimemachine @xblackclover13x @vasysauce @deadinsidebitch2412 @emiyooa @i-dont-even-know-fck @chimycthulhu @gixanjos @hisunshiine @xtaeyi @softjellyjimin @bluemooncnblue

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[hogwartsfirebolt]

Hi again! This is part two (out of three!) of my 2019 drarry fic recs. In the first part I recommended ten of my absolute favorite stories I read this year, and here I am today with ten more that I also love dearly and hope you’ll enjoy too. The banner art is by one of my FAVORITE ARTISTS, @aceveria-art who was kind enough to let me use their art for this and just LOOK AT THAT STUNNING PIECE (here’s the link for you to reblog if you want cause omg). Now, in no particular order, here’s some of my

FAVORITE FICS I READ IN 2019 PART TWO

1. Of Wands and Trees - Omi_Ohmy - 45k - All Draco wants to do is be a wandmaker, but to do so he needs to understand the soul of trees. Of course, the only man who might be able to help him is the one man who is more of a mystery to him than any tree.

We’re starting out this list with this absolute gemstone of a fic. It’s got everything: adventure, redemption, cabins in the middle of nowhere, a spin on the kind of magic we’re used to in this fandom, ancient trees, passion, wandlore, Draco being forced to work for his own food, Harry bathing naked in streams (my mouth’s watering as we speak), and it’s so, so good, the writing, the characterizations, the setting so vibrant I felt like I was standing right there. Just, a gem all around.

2. Take Into the Air (My Quiet Breath) - guardianmira - 11k - Draco is dying of Hanahaki Disease. Serves him right, Harry thinks.

This fic felt, to me, like something completely different from the eighth year fics I usually read, and, having found it by accident, it absolutely blew my mind! I did not expect to love it as much as I did, and I definitely did not expect to feel it as deeply as I did. Just the right amount of angst to give us that sweet, sweet relief at the end. Very lovely.

3. We have a Problem - @xx-thedarklord-xx - 3k - Weddings tend to have a variety of things happening at one time. With a groom as meticulous as Draco, Ron expected nothing to go wrong. When shenanigans, walkouts, disasters, no-shows, and a lack of food strike, it’s up to Ron to save the day.

SO SWEET. Just so, so freaking sweet and funny and different. Ron’s POV was fresh and lovely and so clever, and the plot is hilarious and engaging. It reads so quickly that you will barely feel time passing, and I am 10000% sure that everyone’s bound to adore this. It’s just one of those fics. I cannot recommend it enough. It will be the absolute best 15-20 minutes of your day.

4. Foreplay - @lqtraintracks - 6k - Getting a raging hard-on on the duelling room floor, pinned under Harry Potter’s sweaty body, is not how Draco saw his day going, but… Well, here he is.

Mmfffff. Can barely think about this without having to fan myself, because it’s probably the hottest fic I read all year. Aurors sparring, a Harry who is unbelievably hot, a Draco who tries but simply can’t resist him, showers, a bit of semi-public sex, and the very literal definition of “not safe for work” can be found in here. Just, goodness, it should’ve taken me half an hour to read it and it took about one because I KEPT STOPPING TO BREATHE. Lqt never fails to deliver powerful, incredibly sexy stories and you should all go see for yourselves what I’m talking about.

5. Safe Words - felix_atticus - 26k - Draco discovers his husband has been keeping a secret from him. At first he’s amused. Then he’s curious. The problem? Harry’s always had a hard time saying no.

Speaking of powerful, this one here stabbed me right in the chest and twisted the knife, but in the absolute best way possible. It’s FANTASTIC. The writing is beautiful, the characterizations astounding, and I felt every single emotion so deep inside me. It paints how difficult it is to navigate trust, how impossible it feels to put our own wants and needs over what’s expected of us, explores consent in so many different aspects of life and just presents a beautiful relationship at its core. It really is gorgeous.

6. Upstaged - @lettersbyelise - 3k - West End actor Drake O'Malley starts receiving fanmail from a (not so mysterious) stranger.

The epistolary format already makes this stand apart from our usual fic, but the plot itself is also something I hadn’t ever read before. It’s written so smoothly that it reads like a dream, and I loved every second of it and how it allowed me to build up an entire picture of what was happening with each letter. I’ve gone back to it two or three times just to experience it all over again, and I always have a great time when I do. This is so lovely, witty and just different.

7. Pure Imagination - @aibidil - 14k - An eighth-year tale of depressed happiness, reluctant imagination, and conflicted hope. And skateboarding.

My god is this fic lovely. I spent about three quarters of it clutching my chest because I loved it so much, I love these kids so much and it hit me right in the feels to see everything they go through after the dust of the war settles and they have to figure out their place in life. This is hope in a jar, it’s that light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel story that becomes a metaphor for life itself. A beautiful, beautiful ride.

8. Poor Unfortunate Souls - @doubleappled - 19k - Draco is a potioneer. Harry is trying to save his sex-challenged marriage. Everything is a mess, but at least there’s an octopus in the lobby.

Chaotic, unique, HOT!!! The whole set up is brilliant, Draco’s work is very interesting, the scenes where we get to see with Harry and Ginny are so incredibly well done that my jaw fell to the floor a little, and what can I even say about the entire buildup we get for Draco and Harry’s relationship, it was MASTERFUL. This fic is absolutely amazing and the ending is so good I can still savor it when I remember it. Go check it out, right now!!!

9. Weather With You - @quicksilvermaid - 29k - Flood. Heatwave. Cyclone. Epic storm ready to rip London apart? Something strange is happening to the weather inside the Ministry of Magic…–Featuring magical creatures, Harry wearing minimal clothes, a snarky snake, and Draco Malfoy who is definitely Up To Something.

This story is such a fun ride that can, at times, be absolutely freaking hilarious (the whole “He Is Up To Something” narrative never fails to crack me up), and at times become sweet and tender. There is nothing more relatable to me than a Draco who wants Harry so much he doesn’t even know what to do with himself, and it was a joy to read him here, and actually, both of their characterizations are so fantastic that they definitely feel like an extension of what we know about them to begin with, and I just had the best of times watching them work their way out of this mess. Sprinkle in a bit of parseltongue, witty snakes and shirtless Harry, and you’ve found yourself the best way to spend the evening.

10. A Sword Laid Aside - @korlaena - 128k - When Draco’s cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think of—Potter. Hiding out with a taciturn Harry Potter, who has been missing from the Wizarding World for almost two decades after a shocking fall from grace, is nothing like Draco thought it would be. Draco has to navigate dealing with this Potter while being hunted by Dark wizards and wanted by extremists in the Ministry. When things take a turn for the worse, Draco has to decide whether he’s going to keep running or find a way to protect the world and the people he cares about most.

There are so many things I want to say about this one, so many little details that drove me wild and I want to mention but I just… I- this story is absolutely MIND BLOWING, it’s deep, it’s amazing and frankly extraordinary and I don’t even know how to tell you how much I adore every single word of it. This must be one of my absolute favorite versions of Harry that I’ve ever read, his immense power, his internal conflict, pain and sheer physicality made me weak in the knees; Draco’s characterization is also so heartbreakingly spot on that I could barely believe what I was reading. This story gripped me, squeezed me, spun me around a little and then put me upright again, and there is honestly nothing like it. I haven’t even told you anything about the plot, which… omg. There are no words to tell you how much you NEED to read this. Just typing this is making me want to embark on this adventure again. — I have no excuse for the amount of Harry thirst to be found on this list, I just- well. I really hope you like these little gems! Hahaha. If you do end up reading any of them and want to chat about them, or have questions about any tags or warnings that might worry you, my DMs are always open!!! Enjoy ❤️

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #drarry fic recs #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry fic rec #drarry rec list #2019rec #ficrec

[jupitermelichios]

RIP to my abandonned fics

This is just me pouring one out for fic ideas that I’m never going to finish writing. If any of you fancy taking any of these ideas out for a test drive, knock yourselves out. It’s not like I’m using them.

During Tony Stark’s time at MIT he decides that to get the full college experience he needs to start a shitty garage rock band, so he puts ads up around campus and the people who answer are the OG MCU Avengers line-up. (I don’t remember now who was going to play what instrument, except that I’m fairly sure Thor was supposed to be the drummer, which is just proof that this idea could never have worked, because obviously Thor would play Keytar.)

Captain Cold gets set on fire during a LoT mission and Heatwave is way too into it.

TV Constantine persuades Chaz to have bad-dom style unhealthy BDSM sex with him in order to summon a demon they need to speak to, but Chaz will only agree if he gets to prove to John he can treat him right after.

Tim Drake is a shop assistant at Dinah Lance’s florists. Bart works at a coffee shop and keeps nearly getting fired for drinking the cinnamon syrup straight from the bottle. Kon works at Roy’s tattoo parlour. When Tim comes in to get some piercings done, Kon realises that this is the coffee-addict customer Bart’s been crushing on, and tries to set them up, but ends up falling for both of them in the process.

When criminal law professor Bruce Wayne goes missing from his college campus, it’s up to his kids, and the deranged Ethics professor they’re not supposed to know he’s dating, to figure out what’s going on. But some of these clues look a little too much like red herrings, and can they even trust a man who claims Joe Kerr is his real name?

At the height of prohibition, some priceless jewells on loan from to the Gotham museum go missing and private security guy Jason Todd realises he makes the perfect fall-guy. Fortunately Wayne Foundation boys stick together and Officer Grayson has a recommendation for the best private dick in the city. And sure Drake’s a little squirrelly and a lot weird, but he’s Jason’s last hope.

Tony doesn’t want a kid. He’s pretty sure he’s the last person on earth who should be trusted with a child in fact, but when he realises SHEILD are keeping a super-strong wall crawling four year old in a cell because they don’t know what else to do with him, what can he do except take the boy home with him? At least he’s got JARVIS to help him co-parent.

When Wade Wilson finally got a cure for the worst of his memory problems, he was expecting to get back a whole lot of mundane memories, maybe a few assisinations he’d forgotten committing. What he wasn’t expecting was to find out that apparently in all the months when he could barely remember anything day to day, he’d somehow managed to seduce the Mutant Saviour himself. Now he just has to figure out how he did it, and whether Nate even still wants him.

Getting recruited to SHIELD at seventeen was weird enough. Clint getting sent undercover to a shitty highschool in the middle of nowhere to recruit an escaped child supersoldier experiment calling himself Deadpool is a whole new level of weird. Especially when it turns out, he kind of likes his mark.

When he realises that Stiles is never going to make sensible decisions about who he sleeips with, Derek decides it’s his job as a good alpha to take control of Stiles’s sex life. He just wasn’t expecting to enjoy the control so much.

A Teen Wolf x Nailbiter AU. Beacon Hills is notorious accross America because despite being barely big enough to support a high school, it’s produced fifteen of America’s worst serial killers. When bodies start turning up in the woods, it’s up to Scott and his friends to figure out what it is about their sleepy town that produces monsters before the people they love get caught in the crossfire.

Rorschach doesn’t know what he is. When he’d asked his mom, back when he still small enough to try and reach out to her, before he learned that she’d never reach back, she’d just said “A monster.” Mostly he doesn’t care. His abilities are useful, and the work he does proves over and over that humans the real monsters. But there’s something about Dan, about the trust he shows, the way he smiles after a hard patrol, the way he’s always fussing and worrying over him, that makes Rorschach wish he was just a little more human that he is.

Everyone expected Nate to leave the Shatterdome when his co-pilot died, but he’s detirmined he’ll get back in a Yaeger one day. He takes over training the new recruits, always on the lookout for someone drift compatible, but it’s not until he catches the base’s scarred half-mad janitor doing drills with a mop that he feels that connection. It turns out Wade’s like him, a former pilot left too damaged to get back into the fight, but Nate’s sure if he can just persuade the higher-ups to give it him a try, Wade’s the second chance he’s been looking for.

The last thing Strange does before Thanos kills him is to send Tony’s conciousness back in time. He wakes up the morning after Obie’s death with a decade of memories that haven’t happened yet and absolutely no idea how to turn this into a plan to save the world.

If people are interested, I might turn some of these into not!fic, and if anyone wants to use one of these sets up as a prompt feel free (but please credit me).

#chaztantine #coldwave #batjokes #jaytim #cablepool #hawkpool #sterek #danror #dad!tony #timkonbart #my fics #prompts #plot bunny amnesty #i really want to finish some of these #but i'm trying to be realistic #and realistically i have way too many other writing projects I have actual inspiration for #band au #flower shop au #professor au #college au #film noir au #sk au #creature fic #pacific rim au #time travel au

[silverdecepticon93]

#8 and/or #13 from the prompt list with YJ Riddler?? Love your blog so much!!!

A/N: I couldn’t find a title for this, also, I have a certain soft spot for Young Justice Riddler and I get so happy when people request him. Also, I wrote this at 3am so I have no idea what to make of this. Hope you enjoy!

      From the very start, there was just something about The Riddler that really got on your nerves. Maybe it was because how you were always being compared to him or referred to as “The Riddler of Central City” during the earlier moments of your villain career, perhaps it was that you felt threatened by his intellect which matched and possibly even preceded yours, or that it was a simple ‘loathe at first sight’ kind of thing. Either way, you two absolutely despised each other, at least, that’s what you two convinced yourselves.

     So while you two put on a big show acting like you couldn’t stand to even be in each other’s presence, your respective fellow rogues couldn’t help but find the whole rivalry amusing.

     “You lummox, you forgot to account for Kid Flash!” You growled after you had looked over the plans for the next big fight with the Team, of course, The Light just had to assign The Riddler to make the plans.

     Luckily, they also assigned you to check over the plans that The Riddler made, after all, it seemed as though this mission’s victory was vital and couldn’t be left in the hands of merely one strategist.

     “First of all, no one has used the term ‘Lummox’ since the 19th century,” He snapped at you but you simply rolled your eyes at his words, “and second of all, it’s obvious that Robin would pose the biggest threat because he’d be able to hack into The Light’s systems. Which, if I may remind you, will be vulnerable for a time.”

     “So? Kid Flash also has the capability to hack,” You defended, “keep in mind that you’re not just fighting your dumb little dou.”

     “I’d like to see you try fighting against Batman!” Edward exclaimed, his voice going shrill with annoyance. You chuckled softly at how high his voice got, “Seriously? Was that a voice crack I just heard?”

     “N-No!” He protested, his face now going red with embarrassment, “Stop changing the subject!”

     That time, you could totally hear a voice crack and you couldn’t help but snicker, causing him to go even more red in the face with frustration. Meanwhile, the villains who were standing guard of you two exchanged knowing looks with one another before looking back at you two.

     “They’re kinda cute together,” Ivy hummed as she watched as Edward stomped his foot and demanded that you stop laughing at him, merely increasing your laughter.

     “Yeah, too bad they ‘hate’ each other too much to realize it.” Golden Glider frowned, meanwhile Edward seemed to have said something that embarrassed or flustered you because you were now yelling at him with a light pink color dusting your cheeks.

     “If only something happened to make them realize that they like each other.” Captain Cold sighed, except there was a suspicious smirk on his face.

     All the other villains looked up at him before a smirk grew on their faces and soon they all began to lean in closer to develop a plan. Meanwhile, you and Edward were still incredibly enraptured with your argument, making you two utterly oblivious to whatever it was that your fellow villains were planning.

    “You know what? Since you’re so concerned about Kid Flash, Why don’t you just plan something out for him?” Edward growled, holding the pencil in front of your face.

     “Thought you’d never ask, Eddie!” You hummed, happily plucking the pencil from his hand much to his surprise and soon began to work on the blue prints he was working on.

    Blinking dumbfoundedly, it took him a while before he realized that you were actually making a few changes to his plan and he soon started to fume and pout again. However, this time, he felt an arm link with his, making him look down to see Golden Glider looking up at him.

    “Excuse me, Mr. Riddler, but would you mind helping me out? You see, there’s this riddle I’ve read that’s really been confusing me, and, well, that’s your speciality, right?” Lisa hummed, batting her lashes innocently at him.

    It was undeniable that Golden Glider was rather attractive, rendering The Riddler a tad bit speechless, and making you look up from the blueprints that you had been working on to mess with him. You furrowed your brows at the scene as Lisa made him flustered, making you tighten your grip on the pencil a little, and you couldn’t help but feel a little bit bothered by the scene. After all, the only time Lisa met The Riddler was everytime she was assigned to accompany you on a mission, and it’s not like she was vying for his attention like she was right now.

     It kinda bothered you, to watch as she got Edward all fazed and discompsed, something you thought only you’d be able to do. That and you had always thought of Lisa as a good friend, considering all of the missions and heists that you two went on, and couldn’t help but feel a little betrayed. You tried to justify it, telling yourself that it just bothered you to see one of your friends flirting with your rival, but you knew it was something a little more.

     However, you didn’t dwell on your thoughts much longer when Two-face suddenly appeared next to you as he leaned next to you, pretending to look at the plans that Edward and you had been working on.

    “Looks kinda complicated,” He spoke up before looking at you, “Think you could explain it to us?”

     Despite the scarred half of his face, Harvey Dent was a rather attractive man, and you couldn’t help but feel your face heat up when looking at him.

    “Uh, sure!” You beamed happily before looking at the blue prints, your (e/c) eyes glancing over to see that Eddie was now looking over at you and Two-Face, but you quickly looked away to explain the plan just as Harvey had asked you.

     Edward narrowed his gaze at you two and the flustered look on his face became one of slight agitation as Lisa smiled slyly, noticing that he was staring at you two.

     “Sorry but I need to take care of something,” Edward frowned, now walking over to you and his fellow Rogue.

     Lisa didn’t seem to be too devastated, in fact, she turned around to walk over to the other villains who were eagerly watching to see what Edward’s reaction would be. The moment Edward was behind you, he tapped your shoulder to get your attention.

    “Yes, Edward?” You asked, your voice filled with your typical irritated tone that you spoke in when addressing him except it sounded somewhat...softer.

     At least, that’s what's Edward had believed it sounded like.

    “Can we get back to planning?” He asked, his arms crossed over his chest, “This is supposed to be an important mission for The Light and it’d be best if we get it done as soon as possible.”

     “You tell me,” You growled, “You were the one who got distracted first.”

     Lisa bit her lip before looking worriedly at the other villains, who were now slightly panicking that they might’ve accidentally made things worse between you and Edward. However, the Gotham rogues seemed to notice that Edward wasn’t angry or annoyed by your accusation, at all. Instead, he simply gave you a small grin that took everyone, including you, off-guard.

    “Then maybe we should work without distractions?” He questioned, now leaning on the drawing table where you guys were making the plans for the mission. You raised a skeptical eyebrow at his suggestion, “How do you propose we do that? They’re supposed to be guarding us.”

     You nodded your head over the rest of the rogues, only to hear the sound of the warehouse door opening and they were all leaving the room.

    “We’ll just secure the perimeter!” Harley beamed, linking arms with Ivy as she sent a wink toward Edward.

    “You nerds can get your alone time.” Heatwave grunted, however you could see a smirk on his face.

    Both you and The Riddler looked at each other, your (e/c) eyes looking into his light brown ones before looking back at the door where everyone else had exited, then you could feel a blush creeping up on your cheeks as you realized that you were now alone with your rival.

    “Shall we...um, get back to planning?” You coughed out awkwardly.

    “I’d like that,” Edward said in an unusually soft tone which only made you look up at him with a slightly concerned expression on your face, “I-I mean, yeah! Yeah, let’s start planning.”

     You stared at him for a bit longer before finally shaking your head and rolling your eyes, “You're so weird.”

     The way you said it didn’t sound like you were trying to insult Eddie, if anything, you seemed to also have a small and genuine smile on your face when you had said it. Even if you two claimed to hate each other, you two also shared some suspiciously tender moments together.

#The Riddler x reader #The Riddler x you #Edward Nygma x reader #Edward Nygma x you #Young Justice Riddler x reader #Young Justice Riddler x you #Dc villains x reader #Dc villains x you #Dc x reader #Dc x you

[ajokeformur-ray]

(my matchup info)) i'm bi, a londoner and i have loong dark brown hair, bright blue eyes and pale-ish kinda skin with light brown freckles on my cheeks and nose. i like playing sims 4, playing w my cats and binge watching Netflix. i love!! music and have a pretty good voice, my favourite artist is Lana Del Rey but i also like Lady Gaga, die antwoord, and 00s pop girl music e.g Britney Spears (don't shame me lolol). im quite smart but peaked a few years ago which is quite depressing lol. p1

pt. 2 speaking of I have depression and anxiety and take meds for both. im sarcastic, quiet, easily annoyed, funny and am a top tier shitposter. fr my feed is constantly full of memes. I’m almost always on some form of social media. im drawn to darker people and villainous characters despite being the opposite lmao. i put on a confident, independent front but inwardly im v insecure and easily manipulated if u can get past my front. i use humour/disinterest as a defence and hate looking weak. thank u!

Fandoms asked for (over two combined requests): Game of Thrones, Once Upon a Time, Yuri!!! On Ice, American Horror Story, Twilight, Death Note, The Vampire Diaries. 

Death Note: Mello (Mihael Keehl)

Mello games and you play Sims 4 so sitting next to each other on your individual consoles would be how the two of you spend lazy days and quiet evenings together. You have a varied taste in music which is actually quite dark (Lana Del Ray) and inspiring/iconic (Lady Gaga) whereas Mello just likes heavy music which, when played at peak volume, thrums through your rib cage and echoes in your heartbeat. Between Mello’s explosive temper and your depression and anxiety, things can be tense. He snaps at you sometimes without thinking and you may retreat from him all together as a result. Show him your latest memes, though, and he’ll huff a reluctant laugh through his nose, breaking the ice. He’s not big on apologies even when he’s wrong but even so he’ll silently apologise in only one way: he’ll give (not just share) you one of his most expensive, preferred chocolate bars. Overall, he’d be one of your biggest comforts and vice versa. Just knowing that he’s watching the CCTV live of you walking down a dark or isolated street to make sure that you get home okay makes you feel a little warmer. Even when he’s pissed as hell at you or something else, he won’t let you go to bed feeling alone in a bad way. It’d be an explosive kinda love ;) [inappropriate death joke lmao not sorry]

American Horror Story (AHS): Violet Harmon

Violet would adore you. There would be some tensions because she’s quite abrasive (and rightly so, in some cases) but also because you both have depression, though you also have anxiety and you both put up fronts to hide yourselves. That’s likely how you bond - with Violet confessing to you one hot summer’s day that she “hates everything” and the whole situation with her parents. She can rant for hours when you leave her to it, just listening. Sometimes you share a part of yourself. You’re quite a talkative couple, but only in private. If there are people around, it’s obvious you’re together but there’s no set reason that they can see. Vivien and Ben have, generally, never seen their daughter so animated; you only bring good to Violet’s life. You’re both sarcastic and easily annoyed so any arguments are basically just really accurate roasting sessions until one of you hits a nerve (and then it stops because Violet just leaves to go somewhere - you never know where) or you’re both laughing. In this way, there are moments in your relationship that are hard to stomach. Watching mindless TV shows on Netflix and cuddling is a good way to break any ice that lays between you; Violet would make acerbic comments about something the lead has done and you’d listen, always able to tell if something more is under the surface. The similarities between the two of you creates your relationship; you see yourselves in each other and only want to help as best as you can.

The Vampire Diaries (TVD): Damon Salvatore 

Damon would be very protective of you. You don’t like appearing weak but even when you’re down and sobbing on your knees, your body unable to hold you up anymore, Damon’s never thought you looked stronger. It takes strength to show weakness, even when you’re alone. If you ever forgot to take your meds, Damon would stand over you in with a glass of water in one hand and your meds in the other, that passive-aggressive look on his face. He’d watch you take them, arms folded, and then he’d give you a steamy kiss that leaves your toes curling for the rest of the day. Damon pretends to have no feelings because it’s easier and you put up a front. However, because Damon can’t shut off his humanity without forgetting his love for you, so he has to face his humanity which means he begins to feel guilt and everything that’s already there if he wants to feel it, which he doesn’t but… He does eventually. Because of you. You are the good in his life.You have similar defence mechanisms so it’s not unusual for one of you to walk into a room, see the other and immediately say “stop doing that” or “don’t do that” - no one else can tell that Damon is pretending, except you and Stefan. Similarly, it’ll be the brothers who can tell that you’re pretending. The contrast of your long dark hair and your bright blue eyes would be what drew Damon to you and I feel like he’d call you his “little siren” because of that. As such, he comes to understand that it wasn’t Katherine he’s been looking for all this time…

… It was you.

Twilight: Edward Cullen 

You caught Edward’s attention by singing one day. He was just passing by, skipping Biology (blood work) and he heard you singing. He hadn’t meant to tune in to your radio station but sometimes he couldn’t help it. And you did have a lovely voice. He would likely buy some of the same albums that you own so that he could get to know you through music. Over time, he would learn to just intuitively tune in to your radio station and he’d hear your thoughts - this is a promise he would make to himself to not do once you’re friends and then dating and he’d definitely stick to it. He’s conveniently free on sunny days so you’d spend those days watching Netflix with a blanket around your body to protect you from his ice cold one (it’d be really hard to explain away catching a cold during a heatwave) and he’d press kisses into your hair, your kitty purring away just above your shoulders. Though Edward would do his best to not listen to your thoughts, on your worst days some of them drift through his mind and he’d take your hand tightly and say “Don’t” or “That’s not true.” He’d try so hard to help you; I think, pre-Bella, he also has depression so he’d do his best to help you because he knows what it’s like, and not just because he can hear you.

Yuri!!! On Ice: Victor Nikiforov

Victor would have such a loving relationship with you. Ohh, he’d try so hard to make you smile each and every day. When he’s not on the ice competing or eating way more food than he should be able to consume in one sitting (seriously, where does it go? Does his stomach start in his toes?), he’s curled up with you on the sofa watching something you want to watch on Netflix, Hulu or whatever else you use. He doesn’t mind what you watch, so long as you do it together. You love to shitpost and you love memes, and Victor loves taking pictures of the most obscure things so between the two of you, your followers are well fed! You’re always texting each other memes, jokes and sending pictures to each other with cryptic captions or song lyrics attached, making the other person burst out laughing in strange places like the ice rink or a classroom. You have more of a jokey relationship than a serious one, though that’s in abundance when either of you have depression or anxiety flare up. In any case, bed time is always met with gentle touches, soft smiles and careful reassurances. Even, and most especially, when you’re angry at each other. Love is never so important as it is during the bad times.

Once Upon A Time (OUAT): Regina Mills

It would be really touch and go to date Regina for a while. It would be very challenging and many people, including her and in your darkest times, yourself, would tell you that she’s not worth it. That you’re not worth it. But you’re all wrong. She is so, so worth it. Once she splits from the Evil Queen, once she grows into herself and grows into the Charming family, once she overcomes her abusive childhood and comes to love herself, she is a ray of sunshine and she glows. I’ve always loved and been so proud of Regina, and you would be too. You both put on fronts to protect yourself and you’re both very convincing so a lot of the time, the two of you have to mentally step back and see what the other is really thinking. Luckily, you know each other very well so it’s not hard to see when either of you are feeling especially insecure or unwell. Regina would literally rip her heart in half if it meant saving you, and at times she’s risked her life for you. She lives for your cuddles, especially when her many duties as a mum, a mayor etc. get on top of her and she just needs a break. You bring her back to herself time and again, and she will always do her utmost to return the favour to you. You have a strong, loving relationship underneath it all. It just takes patience and a special bond to be able to see it from the outside.

Game Of Thrones (GOT): Joffrey Baratheon

Joffrey is the most villainous person on this matchup. I was very hesitant to match you with him, I really was, but some of the others on this list are almost as bad. So. I think your personality would have a more positive effect on him. Cersei got her claws as far into him as she could, but even once she tried to reason with him and keep him reined in, he was too far gone for her to be able to help. But you... Mm. I think you’d have a similar impact on him to Margaery. You put on a front to protect yourself and this would be what Joffrey would listen to... to begin with. Once you’re properly courting and Joffrey is able to see what you don’t say; he would soften. He would still kill and be an utterly evil piece of work, but he would exercise more mercy. He would still wrongfully torment Tyrion, but he would draw a line when you start anxiously tugging on his sleeve. He doesn’t cuddle, mocking the action all together, but then one day he walks in on you curled up in bed reading a book and he just can’t resist curling around you, an arm slung over your shoulders to possessively keep you beside him. It would be a tumultuous, dangerous relationship but then... it’s Westeros, what do you expect?

There!!!! I hope you enjoyed!

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BNHA Chap 218 & 219 Spoilers

READ THE TITLE! IF YOU DON'T LIKE SPOILERS THEN MOVE ALONG!

So.... AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO US KOHEI HORIKOSHI??!!

So big plot twist on this!

We start out with our adorable little students. Kirishima is so fuckin adorable since he's so excited about the snow. XD hahahahaha Seriously, that's just beyond cute. While Tenya is acting motherly with his "Don't slip on the ice!"

Side note: How cute is it that Midoriya keeps tabs on his boi? Also: Todoroki reads mangas! Really curious about what he reads. ( BL would be great)

Next is... Look at this new villain.... He straight up look like the Joker and Rorschach had a love child (Calm your tits Todoroki, he's not). But he wants to out the League of Villains?! WTF?

Then there's this burglary happening downtown and "there's no heroes around" BUT WAIT! Almight brought two students to the fray! That's where chapter 218 ended.

Now on to chapter 219 where shit goes down and you're filled with "Fuck yeah" and "Whoaaaaa da Fuuuuuuuuck?"

So we have Todoroki and Bakugo fighting these thugs. One of them thinking he's tough shit cause he controls carbonated water.... Bitch, go find yourself someone who produces different flavored syrups and make a soda company... Anyway, so of course, our duo shut that shit down. (lol at bakugo's face XD)

Yeah, this thug loses control and cuts a pole where this derp lady is recording instead of gtfo of the way of the battle. (kids, never be that person please) and Almight instincts kick in to save her. Luckily Bakugo used a quick blast to prevent the pole from crushing them... But not without a snide comment.

Soda man shows his "full power" to Todoroki... Pfffffffffttttt. Yeah, he took care of that with his Great Freezing Heatwave with a fabulous pun! XD (I actually like warm soda but that's because I'm a freak) .... But also pissed off Bakugo by being considerate XD hahahahaha I think they're becoming friends whether Señor Boomboom likes it or not.

Now here comes a Pro hero with Almight called Slide N' Go..... Yeah I chuckled about that for awhile, thinking "why not skeet man or The Jaw?"... Anyhow, this guy is a bit over the top, like Bakugo but in a friendly way lol. (Todoroki so sweet thanking Almight in the background) It's hilarious how horrified Bakugo looks during this big hug XD

PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR ULTIMATE ADORABILITY OF TODOROKI! LOOK HOW PLEASED HE IS WITH ALMIGHT'S PRAISE!!! (Todoroki: so this is what a good father feels like...) You know Bakugo likes it too, but he's still trying to be hardcore. (such a Pomeranian)

AND THIS IS THE "WHOOOOOOAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE ACTUAL FUUUUUUUUCK?!"

BOOM!! The league all jacked up and shit. Da hell man... Can't wait for next chapter.

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Playing With Fire - Mick/Sin

Title: Playing With Fire Fandom: DC's Legends of Tomorrow Rating: Teen Pairings/Characters: Mick Rory/Sin, Mick Rory & Sara Lance, mentions Sara Lance/Leonard Snart Summary: After Rip drops everyone back in Star City May 2016, Mick stays with Sara. After Sara can't find Laurel right away, but before she goes to the Bunker, she tells Mick she needs to check on one other person: Sin. Timeline: during 01x16 (Legendary) Word Count: 4,737 Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Berlanti Productions, DC Entertainment, and Warner Bros. Television. Some dialog borrowed from episode. Betas: Thank you to angelskuuipo and shanachie for looking this over for me. Author's Note: Written for @mick-rory-appreciation-week Day 2: Favorite Relationship. I saw this as the perfect opportunity to indulge in my very rare pair, of which I am practically the only person to ship.

  "You sure you don't have somewhere else you'd rather be?" Sara asked Mick as they approached Laurel's apartment building. "Isn't Central City your home?"

Mick hesitated before speaking, "Central is… That's Snart's city."

"I get it," Sara said.

"'Sides, if I went to Central, I'd have to find Lisa, and I'm not ready for that conversation. Yet," Mick admitted.

"Okay. Just don't be surprised if my sister goes for her baseball bat when she sees you. As a D.A. turned vigilante, she'll probably hit first and ask questions later if I show up with a known criminal."

"She knows you used to associate with assassins, doesn't she?" Mick asked.

"Yeah, but I'm her baby sister," Sara said, cheekily.

"Family's weird," Mick grumbled. "Think I'll just wait out here."

"You really don't have to wait for me," Sara insisted. "I don't know how long I'll be here. I mean, I'm planning on staying with Laurel, so if she's here, it's not like I'll be coming back out."

"Fine, then I'll come up," Mick said.

"Why'd you even want to come with me?" Sara asked as they made their way into the building. "It's not like I have a couch you can crash on since I'll be doing the sofa surfing thing myself. I'm sure if you call Ray he'd be more than happy to put you up."

"Put up with me's more like it," Mick countered.

"Hey, I'm not trying to get rid of you," Sara said, sincerely. "I just don't have my own place in Star City and I can't make offers on other people's behalf."

"Could say I'm your boyfriend," Mick suggested. "Then they'd have to take me."

Sara raised an eyebrow at that suggestion, until her face crumpled. "We both know why I can't do that." She paused, and then met his eyes. "You do know, don't you?"

"I do," Mick acknowledged, somberly. "I shouldn't have suggested it."

"Under different circumstances, I would have enjoyed seeing my family's reaction to that situation."

"Me, too, Blondie," Mick said. "Look, I'll call Haircut once I know you've found your couch to sleep on. Deal?"

"Deal," Sara said as they arrived at Laurel's door. She knocked, but there was silence on the other side of the door.

Sara pulled out her phone and tried calling Laurel's cell, but it went straight to voicemail. She shrugged and put her phone in the back pocket of her pants. "She's probably working late."

"You didn't call her before we came here?" Mick asked.

"I did, but it went to voicemail then, too," Sara said. "Figured I'd take a chance."

"So, what now? Off to Arrow Central?" he asked as they headed back to the elevator.

"Got one other stop to make first," Sara said. "Since I can't find my big sister, I want to check on my little one."

Mick frowned. "Thought you only had the one sister."

"One by blood," Sara confirmed. "Sin's my little sister by choice."

Mick smirked. "Sin, huh?"

"Don't you go getting any ideas," Sara said, poking him in the chest as they rode down in the elevator. "She's ten years younger than me."

"Snart was fifteen years older than you," Mick pointed out. "And I haven't even met her yet. What makes you think I'll even be interested?"

"Good point. You know, I don't think I've ever seen you show interest in anyone. Are you even interested in women? Or was Snart a partner in more than one sense of the word?" Sara asked as she led them out of the elevator and building and began to head towards the Glades.

"That's because it's been none of your business," Mick said. "But to set the record straight, when I fuck someone, it's a woman."

"Then my warning stands," Sara said.

"You planning on walking all over Star City?" Mick asked after a few minutes of scanning the parked cars they walked past.

"You afraid of a little exercise?" Sara teased.

"Yes," Mick answered, eyes landing on an old Ford pickup truck. "Come on, that one will be easy to steal."

Sara sighed, but all she said was, "Make it quick."

It only took Mick a couple of minutes to break into and hot wire the truck. Sara directed him to Sin's apartment and he found a parking spot near the entrance.

"You sure you're not bored following me around?" Sara asked before getting out of the truck.

"I haven't had this much fun following someone in a long time." Mick smirked.

Sara groaned. "Now you're starting to sound like him."

"Someone's gotta," Mick said with a shrug and opened the truck door. Sara did the same a moment later.

This time, when Sara knocked on the door it was opened by a young woman with short spikey dark hair. Mick had never seen an expression go from annoyed to delighted so quickly as the girl squealed, "You're alive," and pulled Sara into a fierce hug.

Mick stood back as the two women hugged, giving them a moment.

When they separated, Sin looked up and spotted Mick. "Who's he?"

Sara turned and gestured him forward. "This is my friend, Mick. He was on the mission with me. Mick, this is Sin."

Sin ran her eyes over him and said, "No offense, man, but you don't look like a hero."

"None taken," Mick rasped. "I'm no hero."

"Can we come in?" Sara asked, not wanting to have this conversation in the hallway.

"Yeah, of course," Sin said, holding the door open wide. "Do you want something to drink?"

"Beer," Mick immediately answered as he stepped inside and the door was closed behind them. "Are you even old enough to buy beer?"

"My ID says that I am," Sin answered with a wink as she went to grab three beers from the fridge. She called back, "Make yourselves comfortable."

"I like her," Mick said as he settled into a ratty arm chair while Sara took a seat on the old couch.

"Mick." Her voice held an edge of warning to it, which he ignored.

Sin returned with their beers and after handing them around, curled up close to Sara on the couch.

"So, where have you been?" Sin asked. "Five months ago you said you'd see me in a few days and then nothing. I thought you might have died again. Especially when you didn't show up for the funeral."

Sara pulled Sin closer, keeping an arm wrapped around her. "I know; I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be gone for so long." After a beat, Sara asked, "What funeral? Who died?"

Sin realized that Sara must not know about Laurel dying yet, and she didn't want to have to be the one to tell her. It was cowardly, but she didn't want to be the one to cause Sara that kind of pain.

"Oh, you know Star City, there's always funerals going on. Um, you said you were on a mission. Was it for the Green Arrow?" Sin asked.

Mick snorted, but otherwise remained silent and drank his beer.

Sara took a moment to glare at him, then returned her focus to Sin, wondering who had died but deciding not to press if Sin didn't want to talk about it right now.

"No, this was a different kind of mission. We were on a time traveling spaceship on a mission to stop an immortal wizard from destroying the future," Sara said.

Sin sat back so that she could properly look at Sara, her eyes wide. "You're shitting me."

"We shit you not," Mick said. "Time travel is real."

"Then why have you been gone for so long? Wouldn't you just come back to when you left?" Sin asked.

"An excellent question," Sara said. "One our captain did not care to share the answer to before he just left us here."

"I guess that explains it, though," Sin said.

"Explains what?" Sara asked.

"Why you're different. You seem older. Sadder," Sin commented.

"It's only been five months," Sara bristled, deciding not to mention the two years she spent in the 1950s. "Not that much older."

Sin shook her head. "Something happened to you on that mission. You can't fool your sister."

"We all changed," Mick agreed. "Some of us more than others."

"You, too?" Sin asked, looking at him. "How were you before? Talkative?"

Mick grunted. "Not quite talkative. Not entirely sane either."

"You saying you're sane now?" Sara asked.

"More than I was," Mick admitted. "Time Bastards did one thing right."

Sara choked back a sob at that.

"Sara?" Sin asked, her voice filled with concern.

Sara shook her head. "I'm fine."

"No, you're not," Sin stated.

"I had a partner," Mick explained when saw that Sara couldn't. "Snart and I were thieves together in Central City before we were recruited for this mission."

"Leonard Snart?" Sin interrupted. "You're Mick Rory!? Heatwave and Captain Cold?"

"Heard of us here, did you?" Mick sounded pleased.

"You're famous," Sin said. "Some of the guys I know would kill to meet you. Possibly literally. Wait a minute, where's Snart now?"

"Jumping ahead in the story, kid," Mick admonished her, impressed by her connecting the dots so quickly.

Sin glanced back at Sara and saw her friend trying to blink back tears.

"You were with him and he's not here. He died?" Sin asked.

"He died to save the world just a few days ago," Mick said, his voice thick. He finished off his beer in one go.

"We weren't together," Sara said, quietly. "We were heading that way, but we weren't when he died. I got to kiss him once. A kiss good-bye."

Mick nodded, having guessed something like that had happened; he'd known how Snart had felt about the assassin. Apparently, the feelings were mutual.

Sin wrapped her arms around Sara, pulling her into another hug.

"Need more beer," Mick grumbled as he stood, needing space from all these feelings being exposed. He made his way into the kitchen and helped himself to another beer, drinking down half the bottle in one long pull.

Sin entered the room a few minutes later, carrying hers and Sara's empties. "Sara's washing her face," she offered. "Were they in love?"

"Boss and I didn't talk about feelings," Mick started, "but if they weren't yet, they were getting there. Anyone who looked at them could tell."

"I'm sorry for your loss," Sin said, quietly.

Mick looked up at her, surprised.

"You lost him, too, right?" she asked. "After knowing him for how long?"

"Thirty years," Mick acknowledged.

"That's longer than I've been alive," Sin murmured in wonder. She took a step closer to Mick, causing him to straighten up from his slouch against a counter. "I'm going to hug you now," she warned him.

"You don't have to," Mick said, suddenly craving the human contact, but not wanting to hurt her.

"I know," Sin said as she finished closing the distance between them and wrapping her arms around Mick's torso. Mick lowered his arms so that they hung loosely around Sin, not really hugging her back, but not pushing her away, either.

That's how Sara found them.

"Am I interrupting anything?" she asked, amusement in her voice.

"No," Mick said, quickly, taking a step back.

"Not yet, anyway," Sin said. "Feel better?"

"A little, yeah," Sara said. "I think it's time for me to find Laurel. You coming, Mick?"

Mick looked down at Sin and raised an eyebrow, who shrugged in response. "You go on ahead, I think I'll stick around here for a bit."

Sara cocked her head to look at them. "Are you sure?"

"Like you said before, no reason for me to trail you around the city looking for your family," Mick said. "Besides, Sin has beer."

"You're okay with him sticking around?" Sara asked, surprised.

Sin ran her eyes over Mick in a way that had Mick's blood suddenly heat up. "Yeah, I'm sure," she answered.

"Mick, call to let me know where you land tonight."

"Sure thing, Bo--, um, Blondie," Mick stumbled, surprise on both their faces at what he'd almost called her.

"Walk me out," Sara said to Sin, her saccharine smile fooling no one.

Sin followed Sara to the door. "This the part where you tell me to watch myself around him?"

"He's way too old for you," Sara said. "And dangerous."

"I thought he was your friend," Sin said, frowning. "And he seems like he could really use someone right now."

Sara's expression softened. "When'd you get to be so smart?"

"Probably while you were dead," Sin half-joked. "We can joke about that now, right?"

"Yeah, we can. And I won't lecture you about Mick. Just, be careful. I don't know if this mission is going to pick back up again and if it does, I don't know how long we'll be gone for. I don't want you hurt if you get attached and he suddenly disappears."

"At least I'll know why ahead of time," Sin said. "And who said I'll get attached? Maybe I just want to take advantage of him." She winced and blushed faintly when she heard Mick snort in the kitchen, but what the hell, he was hot; she was going to own it.

"Stop, I beg you. I don't ever want that image in my head," Sara whined.

Sin laughed and pulled Sara into a quick hug. "Try to say good-bye next time, just in case."

"I promise," Sara said.

Sara stepped out into the hallway and Sin called after her, "If you're looking for Laurel, go talk to your dad."

"Okay, thanks," Sara said, looking at Sin curiously as she closed the door.

Mick was staring at the food delivery menus on the fridge when Sin returned to the kitchen.

"You know what I missed the most on that ship?" Mick asked, turning to face Sin.

"Sex?" Sin guessed.

"That, too," Mick agreed. "But I was thinking of Big Belly Burger."

Sin grinned at that. "C'mon, there's one just a couple blocks from here. We'll get some burgers, then see about the other thing."

Mick nearly choked on his last sip of beer. "Yeah?"

"If you play your cards right."

"Cards were really more Snart's thing," Mick said with a frown.

"And what do you play with?" Sin asked.

"Fire," Mick automatically responded.

"I have been told that I'm a little spitfire," Sin smoothly said.

Mick laughed, the sound foreign to his ears. "I just bet you have. Let's hurry up and get our food."

The walk was made mostly in silence. They found a booth and once they'd ordered, Mick asked, "So, Sara tell you not to get involved with me?"

"Pretty much," Sin confirmed. "Pretty sure you heard that, too. You?"

"Before I even met you," Mick agreed.

"She doesn't want us to get hurt," Sin tried to defend her friend.

"Not really up to her," Mick said. "Not that I'm out to hurt anyone."

"Me either," Sin agreed. "Just looking for a little fun. It's not like I expect you to stick around here."

"Just so we're clear," Mick agreed, wondering why that thought made his chest hurt just a little bit.

Their food arrived a few minutes later and Mick couldn't wait to pick his burger up and sink his teeth into it.

"You're not going to take those off to eat?" Sin asked, gesturing to his gloves.

"Don't take them off in public," Mick said around a mouthful of food.

"Why not, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Got caught in a fire a number of years back," Mick said, unashamed. "Got some pretty serious burns on my arms and back, including my hands."

"Do they hurt?" she asked, nibbling at a fry.

"Not anymore," Mick answered. "Hurry up before your burger gets cold."

Sin knew better than to press the topic any further and picked up her burger and began eating.

Mick polished off his burger in half a dozen bites, or less, licking his gloves clean. Settling back in the booth, he said, "If you were serious about your other offer, I should probably warn you that it's been awhile since I've been with anyone."

"Yeah, Sara said you were gone for five months," Sin said.

"Been a bit longer than that for me," Mick admitted. "See, while we were gone, the Time Masters got their hands on me. Brainwashed me into being their bounty hunter and assassin for a couple hundred of years."

Sin looked at him skeptically. "Now you're just pulling my leg. You are not a couple hundred of years old. You look like you're in your forties."

"Time Masters operated outside of time. Could live for hundreds of years in the span of one earth year," Mick said.

"And you were never with anyone during that time?" Sin asked.

Mick shook his head. "Didn't even occur to me. I was their loyal puppet, only did what I was told."

"That sounds terrible," Sin said, aghast.

"It was," Mick agreed. "Team got me back to myself. Mostly myself. One good thing they did was take away the need to burn everything. Don't get me wrong, I still like to burn shit up, but the need to burn isn't there anymore."

"Glad something good came out of it at least," Sin said. "And that you were reunited with your partner in the end."

"Yeah," Mick somberly agreed.

Sin wiped her mouth with a napkin and threw it down on her empty food basket. "Let's get out of here. I think we've been serious enough for one night."

"You still want me to come back to your place?" Mick asked, surprised. "Even knowing I was a bounty hunter, a killer?"

"Sara used to be an assassin, too," Sin reminded him. "You're not still a bounty hunter, right?" Mick shook his head. "Not a killer?"

"Not if I can help it."

"Then we're good."

"You're something else," Mick said in wonder.

"I've seen a lot of crazy shit in this city," Sin said. "Good people forced to do bad things and bad people suddenly doing the right thing in times of crisis. I've learned not to take everything at face value."

They kept the conversation light on the walk back to Sin's apartment and Sin led Mick straight to her bedroom when they arrived.

"You're not even trying to be coy," Mick said approvingly.

"What's the point in being coy?" Sin asked, pushing him lightly until he sat on the bed. She bent to kiss him, a light press of lips with a promise of more. "Scoot back against the wall," she murmured against his mouth.

Mick yanked off his boots and jacket before doing as requested. "Bossy little thing, aren't you?"

"Only if you want me to be," Sin said, slipping out of her own jacket and boots. She crawled up the bed and straddled Mick's lap. Mick's hands gripped her hips as she settled against him. "Hi," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

As Sin leaned in to kiss him again, Mick pulled back and swore. "Shit, sorry, before we do anything else, I gotta make a phone call."

"Seriously?" Sin pouted, rolling her hips. "You have to make a call right now?"

Mick groaned as he felt his body react to the movement. "I can either do it now or after we're done. Figured now would be better. I'll be quick," he said, pulling phone out of his pocket. Sin started to move to get off of him, but Mick reached out to hold her in place.

He quickly pulled up Sara's number, glad that she picked up after only one ring. "Hey, Sara, just wanted to let you know that I'm set for the night."

"Are you still with Sin?" Sara asked, her voice sounded strained.

"So what if I am?" he returned, his defenses rising.

"No, that's good. You should be around good people tonight," Sara said.

Mick held the phone away from his ear to see if he'd heard that right. "You okay there? You sound off."

"I'll talk to you tomorrow, Mick," Sara said, evading his question and ending the call.

Mick frowned as he set his phone on Sin's bedside table.

"Everything okay?" Sin asked, her fingers scratching lightly at his neck.

"I don't think so, but she didn't say what was up. I'll find out tomorrow," Mick said. He shook his head then leered at Sin, who was still on his lap. "Now, where were we?"

Sin grinned and met Mick in a heated kiss.

They didn't talk again for a very long time.

~~*~~

After a couple of very enthusiastic rounds of getting to know each other better, Mick fell asleep curled around Sin.

They woke the next morning in the same position.

Sin declared that breakfast at her favorite diner was in order. They were seated at a table for four and soon after they ordered, another person sat down at their table.

"Hey, Mick."

"Haircut," Mick said in greeting.

"Hi, I'm Ray," he said, holding a hand out to Sin.

"Sin." She looked at Mick as she perfunctorily shook Ray's hand. "Friend of yours?"

"He was on our mission," Mick reluctantly admitted.

"I-I thought we should talk," Ray said to Mick.

"How'd you find me?" Mick asked.

"I triangulated the signal on your phone," Ray said.

"I'm gonna go use the little girl's room," Sin said, excusing herself. Mick's eyes begged her not to go, but she rolled her eyes and left the two teammates alone.

"What do you want, Haircut?" Mick asked, sipping his coffee.

"To apologize, sort of. For Snart. I was the one who was supposed to die, and I can't help feeling that…"

Mick interrupted him. He didn't want to deal with all this feelings shit before breakfast, if ever. "It wasn't your fault. It was his. Son of a bitch never did anything without a plan."

"Maybe you're right," Ray said, a little too brightly. "Maybe he wanted this." He gestured between the two of them.

"What are you doing with your hand?" Mick asked, warily.

"Maybe he wanted us to, you know, be partners."

"Think I'm going to be sick," Mick said. He couldn't imagine being partners with anyone other than Snart.

Ray didn't seem to notice his reaction and continued. "I think Snart knew. He knew that I'd keep an eye out for you, and you'd keep an eye out for me."

"While doing what?" Mick found himself asking.

"What we haven't finished doing," Ray said, earnestly.

"The mission?" Sin asked, sliding back into her seat.

"You told her about it?" Ray asked in surprise.

"No, Sara did. She's Sara's friend." Then Mick quickly added, "Mine, too, now."

"So you're going back already?" Sin asked with a pout.

The server arrived with three plates of food. Sin and Mick looked surprised as an egg white omelet was set in front of Ray.

"I ordered at the counter and told them I was joining you," Ray explained.

"Is he for real?" Sin asked Mick.

"Unfortunately," Mick said.

"Hey!" Ray objected.

"You're the one to interrupt our morning after breakfast, buddy," Sin said. "If you wanted a welcome reception, you should have called first."

Ray had the decency to blush. "I guess you're right, I'm sorry. I didn't really think that Mick would have met someone so quickly."

"Apology not accepted," Mick said, biting into his bacon. "Besides, how're we supposed to finish the mission if Rip just left us here?"

"I think we can call him back," Ray said, then lifted something out of a bag on the floor. "With this."

Sin and Mick looked at the device, then at each other, then at Ray. "What's that?" they asked in unison.

"Quantum entangler." At the blank looks on his companions' faces, Ray continued, "The Waverider would have left a Quantum signature. We can use this to send a signal to the Waverider so Rip knows we want him to come back."

"Let me think about it," Mick said, looking over at Sin.

"We should really do this sooner rather than later, before the signature dissipates," Ray said.

"Let me eat my breakfast and then I'll give you my answer," Mick snapped.

"Yeah, sure, okay," Ray sputtered.

"And I think you should take your food to the counter," Mick added.

Glancing between Mick and Sin, Ray nodded his agreement. "Okay, sure. I'll just…" He put the Quantum entangler back in its bag and then took his food to an empty seat at the counter.

"You're going to go," Sin said as soon Ray was out of earshot.

"I know," Mick said. "Hasn't felt right leaving the mission incomplete. Doesn't mean that I want him to know I'm just as determined to see it out."

Sin giggled at the small smile tugging Mick's lips. "You're terrible."

"He makes it so easy," Mick said. "I'll call Sara on the way back to your place so she can come say good-bye."

"Thanks," Sin said, sincerely.

"Not letting her break her promise to you," Mick said.

"You sure you're not one of the heroes?" Sin teased him.

"Eat your pancakes," Mick huffed.

Ray was practically beaming when Mick told him that he'd be going with him and insisted on paying for their breakfast. They let him.

Ray drove them back to Sin's apartment, and Mick called Sara to let her know they were getting the Waverider to come back. She said she'd be at Sin's apartment in ten minutes.

Mick told Ray to wait with the car while he and Sin went upstairs, supposedly to get something Mick had left behind.

Really they just wanted to make out until Sara arrived.

Sara pounded on the door to announce her presence, startling them apart. Sin opened the door to admit a very pissed off Sara.

"What's wrong?" Sin asked her.

"You really think you can get Rip to come back?" Sara asked Mick.

"Haircut made some device last night that can get him back, yeah," Mick said. "You don't look okay."

"I'm not," Sara agreed. "But Rip can fix it."

Sin wondered if they would be able to go back in time and save Laurel.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you yesterday," Sin rushed to say. "I wanted to, but I thought it would be better coming from your dad. You know I'm no good with stuff like that."

Sara's eyes welled up with tears. "I figured that out. I'm not upset with you, but I can't talk about this right now."

Sin pulled Sara into a hug that the other woman gratefully accepted. "You just go do what you have to do." She met Mick's eyes as she said this. "Then you come back to me."

Mick smirked, but nodded.

Sara pulled back and wiped her eyes. "I'll miss you."

"Me, too," Sin said. "Now go save the future."

Sara went to the door and turned to wait for Mick.

"Go ahead, I'll be down in a minute," Mick said. Sara's eyes narrowed at him, but she went down to Ray's car.

"What was all that about? What's Rip gonna fix?" Mick asked.

"Her sister was killed about a month ago," Sin told him.

"Bastard knew it and brought us back late on purpose," Mick realized. "Looking forward to Sara ripping him a new one."

Stepping in close to Sin, Mick asked, "You mean what you said? You want me to come back to you? Or was that all just for Sara?"

"That was for both of you," Sin said. "I had a good time last night."

"So did I," Mick said. "Looking forward to next time."

"You just make sure there will be a next time," Sin said, pulling on Mick's jacket until he bent over to kiss her.

Mick's phone began to ring and without even looking at the caller ID he answered, "I'm coming."

"I'll see you soon," he growled, kissing Sin quickly one last time.

"You better," she licked her lips, "better hurry up before Sara comes back up here."

"Wouldn't want that," Mick agreed and took his leave.

A smile was teasing his lips as he slid into the passenger seat of Ray's car. Sara was already in back, playing with one of her knives.

"Let's go find Rip and end that crazy sonofabitch once and for all," Mick said.

 The End

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Kyle's Best Bits

“Yes, because if you don’t you’re going to let us come and hang out up here until it is fixed” Kyle said “Because we are big and mean and scary and we can hurt you” Kyle said.- Heatwave

hey...so how many of you have ever been to a party before?" Kyle asked Harry's friends, they all stayed silent and looked at each other in confusion "I thought so" Kyle said nodding "Come on in, have fun, enjoy yourselves" he said to them.- You Gotta Fight

Harrison, we are having the party of the century right now and I am not about to let you screw it up all up!” Kyle said to Harry. “Now you can either keep your mouth shut and have fun or Adam and I can shove you down the laundry chute…again…” Kyle said- You Gotta Fight

“No wait, wait want to hear something about the Backstreet’s Back video?” Kyle asked laughing uncontrollably “We were like 5 right? They were shooting it right here in LA, so we went to visit the set, we get there and Harry…sees my dad in his lizard make up or whatever the hell he was, I still don’t know…” Kyle said as he and his friends continued laughing. “He FREAKS out, tries to run away, ends up running into his dad who was dressed as Dracula, and out came this loud high pitch scream "It was HILARIOUS” he said.-You Gotta Fight

"I'm going too, but if anyone asks, I tried to stop you and you...I don't know...threatened to steal my soul or something" Kyle said pulling on his letterman's jacket.- Smells Like Teen Spirit

"I...I tried to stop them...they wouldn't listen?" Kyle said to them.-Smells Like Teen Spirit

“Harry, we are witnessing a rare moment in Adam’s life don’t ruin it”- An Adam McLean Christmas

“Wow” Kyle said “That almost sounded sincere” he said.-An Adam McLean Christmas

“No! Give Nat a little credit here because for some god unknown reason she seems to love you” Kyle said to him.- My Deadly Valentine

“Shut up Harry don’t dorkify football” Kyle said to him as they all sat in front of the TV.- The Kids' Table

“Well…I guess I’m grateful that Adam and Harry saved me from Damien on Halloween and that we all somehow managed to survive everything this year”- The Kids' Table

“Ha! Told you he couldn’t stay away, you owe me five bucks”- Tales From The Jr. BSB Crypt: Fright Night

“My father will hear about this!”- Tales From The Jr. BSB Crypt: Fright Night

“Alright don’t worry, I’ll wear gloves when I turn the page, I promise”-Tales From The Jr. BSB Crypt: A Killer Among Friends

“No look, I found this list alright and he had all this stuff written down like cleaning up blood and taping mouths and something about bananas”- Tales From The Jr. BSB Crypt: A Killer Among Friends

“Fine! Don’t believe me! I don’t care just don’t come to me when Harry has you both tied up and you find yourselves at the bottom of some ditch” Bradley and Neilson looked at each other and began laughing.- Tales From The Jr. BSB Crypt: A Killer Among Friends

"Yeah breaking and entering, good times" Kyle said.- Weekend at Brian's

"...You do" Kyle said "You sneak into the prop department during study hall".- Weekend at Brian's

"Yeah you're gonna want to get the fire department over here again" Kyle said as he casually walked outside.- Weekend at Brian's

“I shouldn’t be putting the chips into the pudding…I should put the pudding in with the chips” he said dumping the entire container of pudding into the bag. “I’m so stupid” he said laughing hysterically.- Made With Love

“Hey I’m the nice one, he’s Satan!”- Santa's Helpers

“Adam…I have been at this for over an hour now” Kyle said exasperated “I got paper cuts all over from that wrapping paper, my fingers are bleeding!” he said irritated. “How much longer do I have to do this?” he asked.- Santa's Helpers

“Oh why? Because Adam said so? When did we all get so afraid of Adam? I’m the oldest, I’m supposed to be the scary one!” Kyle said to them.- Friendsgiving

"Alright, we're not here to insult Harry." "Even though he does in fact look really stupid."- We Gather Together

Kyle nodded "Look Nat, we didn't have a normal childhood, we don't have normal families" he said "I mean we could each have all the friends in the world but in the end we know that it would just be because of who our dads are". "the only ones we know that we can really trust are each other" he said to her. "Do Bradley J. and Neilson get on my nerves with their stupidity and their stupid jokes that are really only funny to them" Kyle said, Natalie laughed. "Hell yes, all the damn time" he said "but if I can be honest...something about their relationship...it's actually kind of sweet" he said. "And if you tell anyone I ever said that..."- Faithfully

"Well that's different, I mean Adam's...he's...he's Satan and Harry...he's just a pain in the ass" she laughed "But incase you're wondering I do kind of love them...I guess" she laughed. "Look, out of all of us I'm the oldest, it's my job to look after them...I mean my dad did it...which is probably why he left, they all drove him insane..." Kyle said.- Faithfully

“And just to be clear we’re going to do this without violence or yelling” Kyle said to him- Faithfully

“Yes, but like war, this could get ugly” Kyle said. “Alright, lets get these morons to talk to each other, good luck everyone” Kyle said.- Faithfully

"My arch nemesis? what am I a super hero?" Kyle asked him- In The Air Tonight

"...Are you actually saying these words right now?" he asked.- In The Air Tonight

"God Harry it's a high school newspaper not the New York Times" Kyle said to him.- In The Air Tonight

"Alright I want to know once and for all what the hell is your problem with me?" Kyle asked him.- In The Air Tonight

"Well what is it?!” Kyle asked once more, Damien stayed silent, glaring at him through blood shot eyes. “Just what I thought, you are nothing but a self-entitled, arrogant son of a bitch!” Kyle yelled at him. - In The Air Tonight

"Try me" Kyle said to him angrily “You shot Harry, you shot Bradley, you’ve been torturing us for years, that’s all the motivation I need” Kyle said to him. “But you know what? As much as I would love to blow your head off, it wouldn't make me any better than you are, besides you'll get yours, when you're in prison and are being passed around like the bitch that you are" Kyle said to Damien "One can only hope" he said before clocking Damien cold over the head with the gun's handle.- In The Air Tonight

"The hell it's not" Kyle said to him "He threatened to kill me, he held me at gunpoint, he shot two of my friends, he almost hit a third and he took Adam hostage!” Kyle said.- In The Air Tonight

"You will pay for what you did, you deserve to have your ass passed around that jail like Halloween candy" Kyle said to him. "See you in court" he said leaving.- In The Air Tonight

"You don't need the others, just me, Damien was my enemy, he hated me the most, I'm the one that put this in motion" Kyle said to him."So just let them go home, please, let them go and you can kill me" Kyle said.- Shout at The Devil

“Mr. Winchester…you really think that a guy like that would be friends with a low-life like you?” Kyle sneered at him “You’re not his friend…you’re his employee…you show loyalty to him but what about his loyalty to you?” Kyle asked. “Because when this is all over with and they finally catch up with him, you can bet that he’ll want to cut a deal and the first person he names as an accomplice in this whole thing will be you and your fellow henchmen” Kyle said. “He doesn’t have your back…you’re disposable to him and you know it” Kyle said. The door then opened and Vinnie came out, slamming the door behind him and locking it.- Shout at The Devil

"You're not going to get away with this, don't you hear the sirens? you're done!" Kyle said to him.- Shout at The Devil

“Haven’t you learned anything from all this?” Kyle asked “I always win” he said.- Dead Man's Party

"Don't mind them...they're just cranky what with almost being blown up and everything" Kyle said to him.-Dead Man's Party

“Okay, say I needed to make Adam happy…how would I go about that?” Kyle asked.- Prom Night

"Zoey is practically Adam's sister I guess he's just being protective...borderline psychotic...but protective" Kyle said to her.-Prom Night

"Oh no trust me he knows, he chased me around the block for half an hour" Kyle said to him.- Prom Night

"What is it with everyone wanting to kill me?" Kyle asked.-Prom Night

"I'm not running away this time, this ends...tonight" Kyle said reaching into the elevator and pushing the close door button. “Get out of here, now, both of you” he said. -Prom Night

“I’m doing what I should’ve done in the first place…I’m walking away, I’m walking away from you and this whole crazy feud you’ve made up in your head, it’s not worth it, YOU are not worth it!” Kyle said to him.-Prom Night

“It didn’t have to be this way you know” Kyle said “You could’ve accepted your loss like a human being and moved on but no you had to make everyone as miserable as you were and it’s only destroyed us both in the end” he said to Damien. “And you want to know the sickest saddest part?” Kyle asked. -Prom Night

“This whole thing, this whole ordeal…the shooting, the kidnapping, the explosion… was just because of a trophy, a plaque...an insignificant piece of high school memorabilia isn't going to mean anything in five years" “It means NOTHING, YOU mean nothing!" Kyle yelled at Damien. -Prom Night

“You know WHY I won? Do you?!” Kyle asked Damien as they struggled together on the floor “Because I’m BETTER THAN YOU!!!” Kyle yelled at him. “God that feels good to say!” Kyle said “You were so focused on being the rich popular jock that you forgot you would actually have to play the damn game, which you SUCK at!” he said as he pinned Damien to the floor.- Prom Night

“Hi, I’m Kyle I’m the guy who saved his life” Kyle said sticking his hand out to her.- The Winchester Chronicles: Aftermath

“Come on casanova, you’re buying me another coffee” Kyle said to him, he took the cup holder and threw it into the trash, pushing him along “Move!” he said. - The Winchester Chronicles: Aftermath

“I haven’t played since November, shut up!” Kyle growled at him “I’m so tired” he whined “I just want to strip naked and jump in the pool” he said- The Winchester Chronicles: A Deadly Plan

“Let’s just say Adam’s not the same person when you’re around” he said chuckling lightly.- The Winchester Chronicles: We've Got Tonight

“Bradley, I swear to god you better keep your mouth shut” Kyle said to him “Or nothing will prevent me from ripping those stitches out of your arm and twisting my finger in that bullet wound!” Kyle said.

- The Winchester Chronicles: We've Got Tonight

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Those who know me, know that I LOVE peanut butter. I almost love it more than chocolate, and I definitely wouldn’t want to get into an “it’s me or the peanut butter” type of fight with my husband!

Whenever the opportunity arises I make sure I’m getting my fill – chocolate peanut butter cups, peanut butter on toast, in sandwiches, on apple wedges, in smoothies, and when absolutely desperate for a “fix”, scooped straight outta the jar!

But unlike my penchant for chocolate, my addiction to peanut butter is actually good for me (no really!). Peanut butter contains vitamin E, bone-building magnesium, muscle-friendly potassium, and immunity-boosting vitamin B6. Research has also shown that eating peanuts can decrease your risk of heart disease, diabetes, and other chronic health conditions (source: prevention.com) – KAPOW!!! So I absolutely refuse to ignore the scientists and I declare right now PEANUT BUTTER IS NO LONGER A TREAT, BUT AN ESSENTIAL PART OF MY DAILY DIET – hurrah!

So you really do owe it to yourselves and your children alike, to make these Peanut Butter Rocket Pops. I promise that you’ll love this recipe just as much as I do. So nutty, sweet and creamy these ice pops are crazy good! Make them as plain ole straight up peanut butter ice pops or add-in chopped banana and/or fruit jelly (jam) for additional flavour – my absolute fave is the PB & Jelly flavour. You can also use any type of milk, or milk alternative, you like. I used almond milk for my ice pops.

These Peanut Butter Ice Pops are so easy peasy you could make them with one hand behind your back (or in the peanut butter jar as I did)! Simply blend the peanut butter, yoghurt, milk and honey until smooth. Pour the mixture into the moulds, leaving room for the banana or jelly (if adding). Insert the ice pop sticks and freeze.

In approximately 6-8 hours you’ll have heavenly creamy peanut butter ice pops – nom nom!

  To make the Peanut Butter Rocket Ice Pop Recipe I used these super cute Tovolo® Rocket Ice Pop Moulds. For a more traditional classic shaped pop I also love these Groovy Pop Moulds – but don’t just take my word for it, they’re currently an AMAZON CHOICE item!

Check out my Arugula & Rocket Store for more innovative and creative cooking items!

Peanut Butter Rocket Ice Pops

Servings: 6

Time: 15 mins

Difficulty: Easy

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Ingredients:

1/2 Cup Peanut Butter (or nut butter of your choice)

1 Cup Plain Yoghurt

1 Cup Almond Milk (preferably unsweetened)

2 Tbsp Honey

6-12 Tsp Fruit Jelly (optional)

½ Chopped Banana (optional)

Instructions:

Blend the peanut butter, yoghurt, milk and honey until smooth.  

Pour the mixture into the ice pop moulds.

Freeze for 6-8 hours, or until completely solid.  

For PB & Banana Pops: simply add some chopped banana to each ice pop mould.

For PB & Jelly Pops: Lightly swirl the jelly into the mixture before adding to the moulds. However, be careful not to over mix, you want a ripple of jelly rather than a complete blending, as jelly does not freeze! 

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Stay cool during the heatwave with these dreamy Peanut Butter Ice Pops - ice lollies have never tasted so good! Those who know me, know that I LOVE peanut butter. I almost love it more than chocolate, and I definitely wouldn't want to get into an "it's me or the peanut butter" type of fight with my husband!

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Kyle's Best Bits

“Yes, because if you don’t you’re going to let us come and hang out up here until it is fixed” Kyle said “Because we are big and mean and scary and we can hurt you” Kyle said.- Heatwave

hey...so how many of you have ever been to a party before?" Kyle asked Harry's friends, they all stayed silent and looked at each other in confusion "I thought so" Kyle said nodding "Come on in, have fun, enjoy yourselves" he said to them.- You Gotta Fight

Harrison, we are having the party of the century right now and I am not about to let you screw it up all up!” Kyle said to Harry. “Now you can either keep your mouth shut and have fun or Adam and I can shove you down the laundry chute…again…” Kyle said- You Gotta Fight

“No wait, wait want to hear something about the Backstreet’s Back video?” Kyle asked laughing uncontrollably “We were like 5 right? They were shooting it right here in LA, so we went to visit the set, we get there and Harry…sees my dad in his lizard make up or whatever the hell he was, I still don’t know…” Kyle said as he and his friends continued laughing. “He FREAKS out, tries to run away, ends up running into his dad who was dressed as Dracula, and out came this loud high pitch scream "It was HILARIOUS” he said.-You Gotta Fight

"I'm going too, but if anyone asks, I tried to stop you and you...I don't know...threatened to steal my soul or something" Kyle said pulling on his letterman's jacket.- Smells Like Teen Spirit

"I...I tried to stop them...they wouldn't listen?" Kyle said to them.-Smells Like Teen Spirit

“Harry, we are witnessing a rare moment in Adam’s life don’t ruin it”- An Adam McLean Christmas

“Wow” Kyle said “That almost sounded sincere” he said.-An Adam McLean Christmas

“No! Give Nat a little credit here because for some god unknown reason she seems to love you” Kyle said to him.- My Deadly Valentine

“Shut up Harry don’t dorkify football” Kyle said to him as they all sat in front of the TV.- The Kids' Table

“Well…I guess I’m grateful that Adam and Harry saved me from Damien on Halloween and that we all somehow managed to survive everything this year”- The Kids' Table

“Ha! Told you he couldn’t stay away, you owe me five bucks”- Tales From The Jr. BSB Crypt: Fright Night

“My father will hear about this!”- Tales From The Jr. BSB Crypt: Fright Night

“Alright don’t worry, I’ll wear gloves when I turn the page, I promise”-Tales From The Jr. BSB Crypt: A Killer Among Friends

“No look, I found this list alright and he had all this stuff written down like cleaning up blood and taping mouths and something about bananas”- Tales From The Jr. BSB Crypt: A Killer Among Friends

“Fine! Don’t believe me! I don’t care just don’t come to me when Harry has you both tied up and you find yourselves at the bottom of some ditch” Bradley and Neilson looked at each other and began laughing.- Tales From The Jr. BSB Crypt: A Killer Among Friends

"Yeah breaking and entering, good times" Kyle said.- Weekend at Brian's

"...You do" Kyle said "You sneak into the prop department during study hall".- Weekend at Brian's

"Yeah you're gonna want to get the fire department over here again" Kyle said as he casually walked outside.- Weekend at Brian's

“I shouldn’t be putting the chips into the pudding…I should put the pudding in with the chips” he said dumping the entire container of pudding into the bag. “I’m so stupid” he said laughing hysterically.- Made With Love

“Hey I’m the nice one, he’s Satan!”- Santa's Helpers

“Adam…I have been at this for over an hour now” Kyle said exasperated “I got paper cuts all over from that wrapping paper, my fingers are bleeding!” he said irritated. “How much longer do I have to do this?” he asked.- Santa's Helpers

“Oh why? Because Adam said so? When did we all get so afraid of Adam? I’m the oldest, I’m supposed to be the scary one!” Kyle said to them.- Friendsgiving

"Alright, we're not here to insult Harry." "Even though he does in fact look really stupid."- We Gather Together

Kyle nodded "Look Nat, we didn't have a normal childhood, we don't have normal families" he said "I mean we could each have all the friends in the world but in the end we know that it would just be because of who our dads are". "the only ones we know that we can really trust are each other" he said to her. "Do Bradley J. and Neilson get on my nerves with their stupidity and their stupid jokes that are really only funny to them" Kyle said, Natalie laughed. "Hell yes, all the damn time" he said "but if I can be honest...something about their relationship...it's actually kind of sweet" he said. "And if you tell anyone I ever said that..."- Faithfully

"Well that's different, I mean Adam's...he's...he's Satan and Harry...he's just a pain in the ass" she laughed "But incase you're wondering I do kind of love them...I guess" she laughed. "Look, out of all of us I'm the oldest, it's my job to look after them...I mean my dad did it...which is probably why he left, they all drove him insane..." Kyle said.- Faithfully

“And just to be clear we’re going to do this without violence or yelling” Kyle said to him- Faithfully

“Yes, but like war, this could get ugly” Kyle said. “Alright, lets get these morons to talk to each other, good luck everyone” Kyle said.- Faithfully

"My arch nemesis? what am I a super hero?" Kyle asked him- In The Air Tonight

"...Are you actually saying these words right now?" he asked.- In The Air Tonight

"God Harry it's a high school newspaper not the New York Times" Kyle said to him.- In The Air Tonight

"Alright I want to know once and for all what the hell is your problem with me?" Kyle asked him.- In The Air Tonight

"Well what is it?!” Kyle asked once more, Damien stayed silent, glaring at him through blood shot eyes. “Just what I thought, you are nothing but a self-entitled, arrogant son of a bitch!” Kyle yelled at him. - In The Air Tonight

"Try me" Kyle said to him angrily “You shot Harry, you shot Bradley, you’ve been torturing us for years, that’s all the motivation I need” Kyle said to him. “But you know what? As much as I would love to blow your head off, it wouldn't make me any better than you are, besides you'll get yours, when you're in prison and are being passed around like the bitch that you are" Kyle said to Damien "One can only hope" he said before clocking Damien cold over the head with the gun's handle.- In The Air Tonight

"The hell it's not" Kyle said to him "He threatened to kill me, he held me at gunpoint, he shot two of my friends, he almost hit a third and he took Adam hostage!” Kyle said.- In The Air Tonight

"You will pay for what you did, you deserve to have your ass passed around that jail like Halloween candy" Kyle said to him. "See you in court" he said leaving.- In The Air Tonight

"You don't need the others, just me, Damien was my enemy, he hated me the most, I'm the one that put this in motion" Kyle said to him."So just let them go home, please, let them go and you can kill me" Kyle said.- Shout at The Devil

“Mr. Winchester…you really think that a guy like that would be friends with a low-life like you?” Kyle sneered at him “You’re not his friend…you’re his employee…you show loyalty to him but what about his loyalty to you?” Kyle asked. “Because when this is all over with and they finally catch up with him, you can bet that he’ll want to cut a deal and the first person he names as an accomplice in this whole thing will be you and your fellow henchmen” Kyle said. “He doesn’t have your back…you’re disposable to him and you know it” Kyle said. The door then opened and Vinnie came out, slamming the door behind him and locking it.- Shout at The Devil

"You're not going to get away with this, don't you hear the sirens? you're done!" Kyle said to him.- Shout at The Devil

“Haven’t you learned anything from all this?” Kyle asked “I always win” he said.- Dead Man's Party

"Don't mind them...they're just cranky what with almost being blown up and everything" Kyle said to him.-Dead Man's Party

“Okay, say I needed to make Adam happy…how would I go about that?” Kyle asked.- Prom Night

"Zoey is practically Adam's sister I guess he's just being protective...borderline psychotic...but protective" Kyle said to her.-Prom Night

"Oh no trust me he knows, he chased me around the block for half an hour" Kyle said to him.- Prom Night

"What is it with everyone wanting to kill me?" Kyle asked.-Prom Night

"I'm not running away this time, this ends...tonight" Kyle said reaching into the elevator and pushing the close door button. “Get out of here, now, both of you” he said. -Prom Night

“I’m doing what I should’ve done in the first place…I’m walking away, I’m walking away from you and this whole crazy feud you’ve made up in your head, it’s not worth it, YOU are not worth it!” Kyle said to him.-Prom Night

“It didn’t have to be this way you know” Kyle said “You could’ve accepted your loss like a human being and moved on but no you had to make everyone as miserable as you were and it’s only destroyed us both in the end” he said to Damien. “And you want to know the sickest saddest part?” Kyle asked. -Prom Night

“This whole thing, this whole ordeal…the shooting, the kidnapping, the explosion… was just because of a trophy, a plaque...an insignificant piece of high school memorabilia isn't going to mean anything in five years" “It means NOTHING, YOU mean nothing!" Kyle yelled at Damien. -Prom Night

“You know WHY I won? Do you?!” Kyle asked Damien as they struggled together on the floor “Because I’m BETTER THAN YOU!!!” Kyle yelled at him. “God that feels good to say!” Kyle said “You were so focused on being the rich popular jock that you forgot you would actually have to play the damn game, which you SUCK at!” he said as he pinned Damien to the floor.- Prom Night

“Hi, I’m Kyle I’m the guy who saved his life” Kyle said sticking his hand out to her.- The Winchester Chronicles: Aftermath

“Come on casanova, you’re buying me another coffee” Kyle said to him, he took the cup holder and threw it into the trash, pushing him along “Move!” he said. - The Winchester Chronicles: Aftermath

“I haven’t played since November, shut up!” Kyle growled at him “I’m so tired” he whined “I just want to strip naked and jump in the pool” he said- The Winchester Chronicles: A Deadly Plan

“Let’s just say Adam’s not the same person when you’re around” he said chuckling lightly.- The Winchester Chronicles: We've Got Tonight

“Bradley, I swear to god you better keep your mouth shut” Kyle said to him “Or nothing will prevent me from ripping those stitches out of your arm and twisting my finger in that bullet wound!” Kyle said.

- The Winchester Chronicles: We've Got Tonight

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