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gondowan · 3 years

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Communal Property

Pairings: Din Djarin x f!Reader, allusions to Paz Viszla x f!Reader, Boba Fett x f!Reader, other Mandalorians x f!Reader, big gangbang vibes here lads.

“I hear you Mandos like to share your women anyway.”

Tags/Warnings: NC-17. Explicit sexual content. Established relationship. Verbal humiliation. Dom/sub. Choking. Lots of finnnngerrring (vaginal/anal). Canon-typical violence (Din stabs a rando). Soup, but make it sexy. Daddy kink (ehe). Suggestions of a threesome, gangbang, public use, bondage, breeding, double penetration (if I missed anything please let me know), its fluffy at the end :D

Word Count: 4,709

Notes: <:3c please don’t read if you’re not comfortable with anything listed above lol. Seriously though.

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It was getting late, and the only clientele left at the dingy cantina were either drunk and rowdy or on their way to out. Which was fine, it was rare for the two of you to have some time together and you relished every second you could get. Din had just bagged a large bounty for Karga, enough that he could be persuaded to take a short break. It had been far too long since the two of you could spend some time together without a bounty puck hanging over your head or fears of Imperials looking for the Child.

Besides, Sorgan was as quiet as it got, and with all the planet-hopping and close calls in the last few cycles, the two of you really hadn’t had any time to yourselves and you were getting a little...tense from the lack of release.

It wasn’t that Din ignored your needs, but rather you were both so caught up with everything that there was barely any time to sleep, let alone indulge in a long scene. There just weren’t enough hours in the day to both take care of the Crest, the Child, and yourselves while on the run. You could tell he too was tense from the lack of physical connection; from the moment you stepped planetside, he was constantly touching you, either guiding you with a hand on the small of your back or

Din was in a mood.

“What will it be?” the barkeep had asked when you both walked in.

Before you could open your mouth, Din replied “Some stew and cider for her please, nothing for me,” he said in a clipped tone, not bothering to look at you or even ask what you might want.

As the barkeep walked away, he turned his helmeted gaze towards you. “Any objections sweet girl?”

You felt your face get hot. “No,” you murmured.

He cocked his head to the side, waiting. He was in that kind of mood tonight. Out of the corner of your eye you could see the barkeep coming back to your table.

“No...daddy,” you mumbled, dropping your gaze away from him right as the barkeep put down your drinks.

“Let me know if you all need anything else!” she said cheerfully as she set your plate of food and drink in front of you, oblivious to what had just occurred.

“That’ll be all, thank you.” Din said, not even bothering to look at the barkeep. She must’ve thought you were mute or the two of you had an argument or something, the air between the two of you felt so charged. You hadn’t spoken a word since you two stepped in, and this armor-clad Mandalorian was basically bossing you around.

She walked away, and you reached for the soup.

“No.”

You blinked at him in confusion.

“I’m going to feed it to you,”.

If you weren’t embarrassed before, you were now. Although the two of you had conversations about taking your dynamic outside the bedroom, Din hadn’t tried anything outside the ship just yet. The two of you were constantly surrounded by others anyway (Cara, Mayfeld, Boba, etc), so there wasn’t much of a chance to be naughty in public.

Except now, you suppose. You should’ve known.

“Mando, we’re in public,” you hissed, looking around the cantina. It was crowded and loud, and you were in a corner booth, but there was still a nonzero chance that someone might glance over.

His vocoder crackled, “Just the first spoonful,” he said, dipping the spoon into the soup and raising it towards you. You knew better than to say no, not if you valued the ability to sit down comfortably tomorrow. If you were really uncomfortable, all you had to do was blurt out your safeword, and you knew he would stop.

You licked your lips, “Just the one.” You prop your forearms on the table and lean towards him, parting your lips, fervently hoping that no one would look towards your table. Din carefully tips the soup into your mouth, watching intently as you swallow.

“Good?”

You lick your lips, despite the (admittedly delicious) soup, your mouth feels dry, “Y-yeah,”.

“Finish it and we can leave,” to do what it is we really want to do, is the unspoken statement hanging in the air. He pushes the bowl towards you; you hastily grab the spoon, not even tasting it anymore. Din watches you eat, unmoving save for an impatient drum of his fingers on the table.

You relax a little, and ramble at Din about this-that-and-the-other to fill in the silence as you move onto polishing off your cider. Din says little in return but traces circles at your thigh, gloved fingers leaving a burning trial in its wake. Right as you are about to finish, a drunken man saunters over. You can smell the stench of alcohol rolling off of him. So much for a quiet night.

“What’s a pretty lady like you doing with a tin can like that?” the drunkard giggles, pointing at Din. “Come with me instead, I can show you a great time, and you can see my face!”.

You sigh, so much for a quiet night, “I’m not interested, thank you,” you say with a clipped smile, turning away, hoping to the maker that he’d leave.

Unfortunately this idiot can’t read the room, “Awww, don’t be like that, I can-”.

“She’s not interested.” Din said, voice flat, gaze still directed at you, not even bothering to give the drunkard the luxury of his full attention.

The man scowls, throwing up his hands. “Whatever, she’s probably all used up. I hear you Mandos like to share your women anyway.”

The air got deathly still. Before you can turn to stop him, Din’s vibroblade is sticking out of this man’s shoulder. He screams, sobering up instantly, as Din twists the blade.

In a flash, the barkeep shows up, blaster in hand, “OUT! All three of you!”, she yells, “Sa’al, I told you if you were going to get in trouble for this shit one day. Don’t let me catch any of you back here again.”

You throw down a fat wad of credits at the table, face apologetic as Din pulls his knife out of Sa’al’s shoulder, returning it to his boot. Sa’al collapses and scurries away in pain, clutching his shoulder. Din calmly stands up, takes your hand in his and leads you towards the exit. You mouth apologies at the barkeep before stepping out into the cool night air. Sorry, my partner is...touchy tonight have a good night so sorry I’m so sorry.

You shiver, not looking forward to the long walk back to the Crest. Surprisingly, Din turns you in the opposite direction, marching you towards the inn.

“Don’t want to wait,” he says. “Besides, it’s getting cold, and I know you don’t like that,” he drapes his cloak over your shoulders, and despite the reaction he had at the bar, your heart feels warm, and you lean into him.

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The inn is quiet, and you were lucky to get a larger room at the end of the hall. A bath would be nice, the refresher aboard the Crest did its job, but five minute showers really didn’t leave any time for luxuriating. Maybe you could MacGyver some bubbles and really indulge with Din.

Din however, has other ideas. He all but shoves you into the room, closing the door behind him and quickly doing his usual checks for cameras and recording bugs. Old habits die hard. Once he’s satisfied, he sits at the edge of the bed. He pats at his lap, gesturing for you to sit. This had become a bit of a ritual for the two of you, he would often decompress by holding you as you sat there, either in the cockpit or the sleeping quarters. You amble over, planting a kiss on his helmet, and sit down.

Din doesn’t say anything at first, just lays his head on your shoulder. You reach in between his armor to rub at the tense muscles on his back, and for a few moments, it’s just the two of you and the sound of his breathing out of the vocoder.

“You didn’t have to go so hard on the poor man you know,” you murmur as you massage the back of his neck. Din doesn’t move, just continues to hold you on his lap, head on your shoulder as he scoffs.

“I’m getting soft. Before I met you, old me would’ve killed him,” the voice underneath the helmet is deadly. He releases his hold on your waist and takes off his helmet, immediately peppering kisses along your mouth. You knew he wasn’t lying, he had done worse--for less. “No one talks to my girl like that,”.

“It’s fine, you dealt with him. My honor remains intact, I swear.” you giggle as his lips reach a particularly sensitive spot behind your ear. Except the idea was enticing. Maybe you could bring it up another time, when Din wasn’t fresh out of nearly killing someone for saying that. The idea of being sandwiched between two Mandalorians was...tempting. You squeeze your thighs together, willing the thought away as you card your fingers through his hair. For someone who routinely kept it covered, it was so, so soft, and one of your favorite parts about him. Din still kept his helmet on more often than not, so you relished every chance you could get.

His mouth wanders to your collarbones, hand reaching into your shirt, fingers smoothing over your nipple.

“Although Din--ah,” your breath hitched as he rolled your nipple between his fingers, “What was that with the soup?”

“You didn’t like it?” his voice is muffled as he sucks a bruise onto your shoulder.

You loved it actually.

“Need to make sure babygirl has enough energy for Daddy,”. He continues to play with your nipple as you fuss around his lap.“Although...you averted your eyes earlier sweet girl,”.

You whimper, body tensing. Shit. That had one been one of the rules he had laid out for you at the very beginning. Eye contact whenever you were playing. Din loved it because it made you embarrassed to have to admit to your desires to his face and it put you in an almost automatic submissive mindset.

“Are you ashamed of being my baby girl?” he murmured, catching your chin with his hand, tilting your face to meet his. You knew it was a trick question, you could never be ashamed of the relationship the two of you shared. It had grown from just business to more, and despite the near-constant danger, you never wanted to be away from him, and you knew Din felt the same.

“Of course not,” you sigh. You could never be anything but happy to be his.

“Then why did you look away from me?” he asked, keeping your chin in a gentle grip, looking at you fondly, a smile of wicked pleasure gracing his handsome features. His voice was calm, and he maintained an innocent demeanor even as his other hand drifted away from your breast onto your thigh, squeezing gently.

“I was just caught off-guard, we were in public,”. You braced yourself for what you knew was coming-- punishment.

The other hand that had been trailing along your thigh paused, prompting you to freeze. “Well, it looks like you need to be taught a lesson. Always be ready for me, kitten.”

“I think five is good,” he releases your face, hands roaming to your bottom, groping as you let out a shuddering breath, “Remember to count them”.

You burrow your face into his shoulder, holding on tight. Din keeps his gloves on, knowing that you have a special fondness for being spanked while he was wearing them. The leather just adds that extra touch.

The first hit takes you by surprise, and you buck into him, feeling the sting of his hand.

“O-one.”

The second and third hit right next to the first, causing you to moan into his neck.

Din rubbed the growing warm spot on your asscheek, “You should be in a museum kitten, your body is a masterpiece,” he growled, “Almost makes me feel sorry to hurt you.”. He lifts his hand away and you close your eyes, bracing yourself.

“But not quite,”. The next hit has you whimpering.

“Four.” you manage between clenched teeth.

He murmurs, “Last one okay? You’re doing so well.” You steel yourself, knowing that this one will be the most painful. You loved it when he was cold and domineering, playing with your body, inflicting both pain and pleasure at his desire, extracting whatever he needed out of you.

Din’s hand comes down, hard. You cry out, shifting forward with the force, but are caught by his chestplate.

“Five!” you call out, relieved. “T-Thank you Daddy,”.

Din kisses your cheek, phrases of adoration and love filling your ear. He moves you off his thigh, pushing you onto the bed in one swift motion. You land with a soft ‘oof’, getting up on the back of your forearms to look at him.

Din hurriedly takes off the rest of his armor and looms over you on the bed, arousal rolling off his body in waves. His palm reaches down between your legs. “Babygirl...you’ve already made a mess.” Din pulls at the crotch of your panties, feeling the wetness that has seeped through. He yanks them off, making a big show out of sniffing them, all the while maintaining eye contact with you as you squirm under him.

“Is this all for me sweet girl?”. You nod feverishly and Din groans, as he inhales deeply again, your ruined panties pressed right against his nose, “It’s too good--I should just keep your pussy under lock and key.”

“Did the spanking get you all riled up?” he asks, the curve of his cock visible even through his pants, making your mouth water.

“Or…” his voice drops precipitously, “Were you thinking about being passed around?”

Damn, of course he’d know. Your eyes widen and you swallow, stomach twisting.

Din grins as he continues to let his hands caress your hip, “Was that it? Is that what you want? Passed around and used up by a bunch of Mandalorians?”

You whine, biting your lip, refusing to give him the pleasure of confirmation.

A sharp slap across your nipple brings you back to reality. “Answer me.”

You nod, lips parting, unable to answer as Din pushes a finger into your mouth and across your tongue. You lap at his finger, pleased at the subtle shiver that goes through him. He adds a second finger, reaching deep into your mouth, making you gag as you garble out an affirmation.

Din grins ferally. “You know I could call up Paz and Boba, let them take turns on you”. You shudder, the thought of sucking Boba’s cock while Paz worked your pussy was hot. You hadn’t done more than exchange a few conversations with the two of them, but you knew that Din would trust them with his life, they were his vod. Paz was the biggest one and you knew he wouldn’t take it easy on you. Boba, however, would be brutal, possibly even more so than Din.

“Although I don’t know babygirl, I’m not sure I can share your pussy-- maybe I’ll keep my cock in your pussy and the others can take turns on your ass and mouth, keep you airtight and so full. Would you like that baby? Be stuffed full of cock?” Din hums as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth. The image he’s painting in your mind is disgusting and oh so good, you imagine yourself straddling Din as his cock fills your pussy, holding on for dear life while Paz eases himself into your other tight hole and you choke around Boba’s length, utterly debauched.

Din pets your cheek, soft gesture contrasting sharply with the utter filth coming out of his mouth. His hand finally reaches down towards the apex of your thighs, knuckle grazing up and down your folds. “We better train your asshole then, don’t want Paz or Boba to hurt you,” your heart flutters, filthy images of you on your knees plugged up making your blood pound.

“That’s Daddy’s job after all.” he says absentmindedly, eyes laser focused on your pussy as he briefly dips his finger even lower, just barely skimming across your other hole.

“Look at you,” he says, admiring the way you shudder as he inserts his fingers into your pussy, you’re so turned on you can hear the squelch as he pushes in. “Knew you were a greedy slut since the first day I set eyes on you.”

You keen under his touch, mind flying high, pussy throbbing as you move your hips into his hand. “I’m your greedy slut Daddy,”

“Yeah you are, sweet girl.” Din says fondly. You wonder how it is that you’re already this close even though he’s barely started to finger you.

“Can I kiss you? Please?” you whimper, reaching for him. Din hums and puts a knee on the bed, leaning over, chest pressed against yours, pressing a kiss to the underside of your jaw. You pull him closer, needy for more of him as you wordlessly beg for more. He nips at your bottom lip and you open your mouth to let him in, never minding the mess of saliva.

“Never thought you were that much of a whore,” he hisses against your neck, teething grazing along the line of your skin as you tilt your head back to allow him better access. His fingers continue to work their magic on your slick folds, and you’re pretty sure you’ve made a mess on the bed already, and dear maker, he hadn’t even made you cum yet.

“Alternatively…”. Din stands up, mouth leaving yours and withdrawing his fingers as well. You whine at the loss of sensation. He nips at your breast before reaching down to pull his pants down. You swallow, chest heaving as you part your legs further for him. Din rubs the head of his cock on your clit,

“Spread yourself,” he orders with a sharp smack to your inner thigh. You scramble, reaching down to give him better access. Din lets out a moan at the sight of your dripping pussy and your debauched dreamy expression, fresh bruises adorning your neck and chest, all his doing. He loved the way you folded under his touch as if you were made for him, always so sweet and anticipatory of his needs. A beautiful complement to his twisted desires. The thought of it made his heart swell. He was never going to let you go.

Din makes an appreciative noise as you follow his command, lining himself up with your wet hole. You’re breathing so hard in anticipation that you feel light-headed, “Or...I could take you back to the Covert, let everyone else have a turn at you,”

Before you can fully register what he said, he pushes deep into you with one fluid motion of his hips. You squeeze down on him, grateful for the pressure and the way he fills you up every time like he was made for you.

“We could get your implant taken out, make you take all of our loads in your pussy. All of our cum mixing together.” You moan, head dropping back, shuddering as he continues to thrust, bottoming out, not giving you any time to breathe let alone think.

“Would you like that babygirl? Naked in the middle of the Covert for all to see?” you scramble to hold on to his arm, legs circling around his back. You squeeze around his length, getting close, but you don’t dare to cum without his permission.

“D-daddy…” is about all you can muster out, eyes looking at his face but unseeing as he continues. You pull at the arm he’s been using to brace himself against the bed, gesturing at him to put his hand around your neck. He obliges with a small laugh, the span of his palm encompassing your neck, lightly resting his hand there and not squeezing, yet.

“Close baby?”

You tremble, “Y-yes Daddy fuck, please may I--”

His hand returns to your clit and he presses down, taunting you, “You’re close already? If you cum, you acknowledge that you’re a filthy slut who needs Daddy to keep them in check. Is that what you are? A whore for Daddy?”. The hand on your throat squeezes just right and you can’t hold on any longer.

“Always Daddy f-fuck.” you cry out as you curse, feeling your release overtake you as Din fucks you through your orgasm.

“What do you say,” he snarls, ignoring your attempts to scramble away from the overstimulation of his cock and fingers.

You blink and take a deep breath, “Thank you for letting me cum Daddy.” You’re past the point of embarrassment at this point, he has you wrapped around his finger, all mental filters long gone.

You can see Din’s jaw clench before he pulls out quickly and you whimper at the loss of sensation. He flips you over and pulls your hips up. He huffs out as he pushes himself back in, chasing his own pleasure this time, nailing you to the bed and all you can do is continue to take it. Your mind swims as you let out a sob; you’re so deep in a trance that you barely register his finger at the edge of your asshole again. He pushes in slowly, first knuckle breaching the tight ring of muscles as you tense up around his thick finger.

“I knew you would love being the Covert slut; you always need so much to be satisfied,” he sneers, voice dropping even lower as he continues to mock you as his thick cock continues to work your hole and his finger fully breaches your asshole. “Maybe we won’t stop until we’re sure you get pregnant huh? You won’t ever know who the father will be since you won’t ever see their faces.”

You’re nonverbal at this point, your litany of ‘yes Daddy’ and ‘more please’ muffled by the pillow.

“I guess we’ll just have to hope it looks like me huh?”. You groan, too overcome to do anything but moan.

“Gonna give us warriors babygirl?”. Din snaps his hips particularly hard, you’ll be feeling the smack of his thighs against yours in the morning.

You can feel yourself getting closer, the combination of the obscene image he had planted in your mind coupled with the press of his cock at your back and the fullness of his finger in your asshole was getting to be too much. You grip the sheets in a vice grip, mind falling into the web Din painted, of you on your knees, collar tied to a post, all your holes dripping with cum while the other Mandalorians all take a turn at you. So filthy, and you love it. You know nothing would please Din more than your complete and utter submission, and if that involves the entire covert or Paz and Boba, so be it.

Din’s hand comes back up to your throat, and squeezes, playing with your breath right as his other hand inserts a second finger inside your asshole. You clutch at the hand wrapped around your neck, feeling your head swim, closing your eyes as you bounce up and down on his cock.

He growls, biting into the shell of your ear, “Aww baby are you drooling?” he smears your spit across your cheek with his thumb. “Look at you, you’ve only cum once, and all of this is already making you cockdumb. Might have to call Paz and Boba in after all.”

You could only mewl in affirmation, mind floating, body only anchored by the points of contact made by Din’s hand on your throat, his cock in your pussy, and his fingers in your ass. You feel so good being used like this.

“I love it when you’re like this babygirl, so helpless for Daddy,” Din growls in your ear. His eyes are hooded as he chases his own orgasm, the rhythm of his hips becoming more erratic.

“I-I--” your tears break free, running down your cheeks as you struggle to form coherent words.

Din is unaffected, unrelenting in his thrusts against your walls. “Tears aren’t your safeword babygirl. You can do better than that.”

You manage a moan, barely registering his words, cries reverberating around the room as he knocks the breath out of your lungs with each thrust. “Tell Daddy you love this.” he hisses.

“I-I fuck, oh, oh, iloveitdaddypleaseplease,” you struggle to find enough breath to answer him, mouth dry from all your panting, Din’s hand unrelenting across your throat.

“I know you do baby. Is it getting hard to breathe? It’s okay, Daddy’s got you,” his voice full of pride as he rails you, splitting you open, filling the room with nothing but the sound of his cock moving in and out, his hips slapping against your ass. “So good for Daddy fuck-- I’m gonna-- this pussy is too good--such a good girl for me.”

His words fill you with warmth, and you squeeze your pussy against him right as he pulls out. Din moans, his hand letting go of your throat, looking for more leverage as he gets closer to his own completion. “Make a mess all over me babygirl, it’s o-okay I got you,”. You wail and sob as he pushes you over the edge again. All you can hear is your garbled ‘thank you Daddy thank you’ as you thank him devotedly over and over again. All the tension drains out of you, leaving you boneless on the bed, only held up by the fingers still in your ass and his cock.

“S-shit. You made a mess all over me f-fuck, oh fuck.” Din groans as he finishes inside you, filling you with warm cum. He pulls his fingers out and collapses on top of you. Din places his head against yours, peppering kisses all over you as he pulls out, his cum oozing out of you. It’s quiet as you both catch your breath.

You open your eyes blearily, “Fuck.” is about all you can manage before giggling, the endorphins making you feel so good. You can feel Din smile as he lifts himself up, pushing you back on your back. He looks ethereal, hair sticking to his forehead, sweat dripping down his body as he gazes at you fondly. You reach up and caress his face and he leans into your touch.

“How do you feel?” he murmurs, warm brown eyes on yours, laying a kiss on the back of your hand; ever the gentleman when he wasn’t busy degrading you at your request.

You stretch languidly, a little sore, but no more than usual. “I feel great actually. And you?”

Din smiles softly as he caresses your face, “Never better,”. You love all these aspects of him, the bounty hunter, the Mandalorian, your lover. Nothing made you happier than getting to share these moments with him. The two of you lay there for what feels like eternity, happy, sated, no concerns, just kissing each other softly, coming down together. You feel your eyelids close.

His voice brings you back from the edge of sleep. “Sweet girl...we need to clean up,”.

You blink at him blearily, “Ah right...I made a mess,”.

“We made a mess,” he chuckles, pulling you up into his arms (how did he still have all that energy?) before depositing you in the tub and turning on the warm water. Right as the water covers your shoulders, he gets up.

“Where are you going? The water is niiiiice.” you say as you make a big show of sinking into the bath. “Although not as nice as your ass.”

He smirks, “I need to send a message to Paz and Boba. Got exciting news for them,” he says as he turns towards his discarded armor.

Your eyes widen. Wait what?

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I regret nothing lmfao. This is 100% me procrastinating from the fact that I have six months to finish writing my dissertation nbd. The line “you should be in museums” and “pussy under lock and key” is from Megan thee Stallion’s Sex Talk and Dance respectively. As always, comments/reblogs/keysmashes are always appreciated and give me much serotonin :)

Might do a part two with actual Boba and Paz but there are only so many euphemisms for cock that I know of ahaha.

#din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #paz viszla x reader #boba fett x reader #mono writes

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jinpanman · 4 years

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Vampire’s Wine

pairing: vampire boyfriend!jungkook x fem human!reader

word count: 1.4k

genre: 18+, fluff, slightly nsfw, established relationship

warnings: this whole thing is a disgusting bloody mess and not in the way you think. menstruation talk - from the use of hygiene materials to the smell of period blood, jk loves period blood - oop., casual conversation about sex and genitals

summary: You decide to brave the mystery that is menstrual cups. Jungkook is intrigued to say the least.

a/n: i needed a break from all my long af fics. u can blame my brain. u can also blame Jess @shelive-shelove for telling me to write this. and for helping me pick a member to write about - but then again, she always picks jk. also @joonie-mono kept judging me so now that it exists she has to read it. :-)

The simple matte black box sits on the bathroom counter and it’s incredibly intimidating despite it just sitting there. You pick it up and open the case to reveal an equally black menstrual cup sitting on top of a black pouch. A slip of paper falls out when you open it and you pick it up.

Greetings Y/N! We’re so glad you’ve decided to become the owner of a BLAKD cup. We understand some people don’t want color stained cups so we went ahead and…

You toss the card to the side and pick up the cup and turn it around in both awe and trepidation. There’s a knock on the open door but you don’t bother to look up.

“What’s that you go there?”

“JK honey, tell me. How am I supposed to stick this up my nether region?”

Jungkook snorts and plucks the cup from your hand.

“Well, my dick is bigger than this and you do such a good job taking it all in so I know my baby can handle this small thing.” He pats your cheek lovingly

You squeak and swat his arm away in disbelief. “Jungkook! I swear! You—that’s different! I’m not horny when I’m trying to stick this-this monster inside of me.”

He laughs and quickly covers the little distance between you, pulling you flush against him.

“First of all, that’s an insult to my dick because this,” he waves the cup in front of you and you roll your eyes at him “is no monster. Secondly, maybe we should get you horny first so it won’t be an issue.” He wiggles his eyebrows and licks his bottom lip in anticipation.

You scoff and push him away, taking the cup back from him.

“I need to figure out how to stick this up my very unaroused vagina, so please go and do your vampy things and leave me alone for a few minutes.”

He merely shrugs but of course your boyfriend who must know everything about everything asks, “But babe, what’s wrong with what you usually use?”

Ah, now that’s a good question. You’ve used pads and tampons for so long and frankly you are so utterly fed up with the mess that is Aunt Flo.

“Jungkook, you won’t even understand even if I told you.”

“Try me.”

You raise a brow but proceed anyway. “Well they stink, for one.”

“False. I love the way you sme—okay, sorry. Go on.”

“Pads are so annoying especially when you’re sweaty and they stick to your butt and somehow you always end up bleeding everywhere except on the pad! And then tampons! Just the general scare that it’ll be stuck there for too long or it’ll poison you or that you’re actually not bleeding as much as you thought you were and you’re dry af and it gets so uncomfortable to take out!” you voice dies out, nearly out of breath because you failed to pause after each sentence. Jungkook watches you with amusement painted throughout his face and relaxed posture resting against the counter.

Your chest is heaving but you continue after taking a few short breaths, “Period panties are okay but I’d like some extra insurance y’know? Also everything is so fucking expensive! Tell me why we’re being paid to tend to something we absolutely cannot control? I fucking bet you if men had periods, they’d free bleed every month and expect everyone to be okay with it. But because we’re women we have to hide it because it makes—”

Jungkook breaks you off mid-tangent kisses you and grins. “Had to stop you before you start ranting for a whole 10 minutes and then forget why you were talking in the first place.”

You return the kiss and give him an appreciative smile. Most people aren’t into the “kiss someone to get them to shut up” but in your case, you appreciated the kisses because one, Jungkook gives the best kisses and two, you really would go off forever if he didn’t shut you up.

“Thanks, baby. Now please leave,” you say before shoving him out the bathroom and locking the door behind him.

After what felt like (and probably was) two hours you are finally out of the bathroom, feeling so utterly defeated and exhausted. You had gotten it in, but at what cost? Both your hands still reek of blood despite scrubbing thoroughly for several minutes with soap. Your thighs are aching from squatting for so long as well. You plop down on the couch beside your boyfriend who’s occupied playing some rando shooting game on the PlayStation. He inhales deeply and shoots you a quick glance. You give him a questioning look but he doesn’t say anything.

After his match, he leans in close to your stomach and takes another big whiff. You’ve long passed being surprised at how much Jungkook likes smelling you. You’d think he was a werewolf or something. Not that you’d tell him that because you were not in the mood to be dicked down just to “prove a point.”

“Hm? You don’t smell like you normally do?”

“Huh, I’m honestly shocked considering how much I bled all over my hands and thighs.”

“Careful, Y/N. You might make me horny,” he muses as he enters another match.

“You’re gross.”

“So, what does the blood just… sit there?”

“Mm, yeah. The cup keeps it all inside and when I take it out the blood will be there.”

“Tell me when you’re gonna take it out, okay?”

Without breaking eye contact with the television screen, he tilts his head to plop a quick kiss on your forehead. You pull a blanket over you and watch on as your endearing thousand year old boyfriend destroys the hundredth controller because he’s still very much a baby vampy and sometimes he forgets his own strength.

“Ohhh my goood this is so fucking weird,” you mutter in disgust.

Here you are, at the end of a full day of doing absolutely nothing, squatting in the tub once again. This time, instead of sticking a foreign object up your vagina, you’re trying to pull it out. You finally have a grip on the stem and your thighs are screaming at you but you fight through the burn because no way in hell are you gonna risk dropping your cup in the toilet bowl. The several guides you found on the internet said it helped to use your muscles to push it out.

“Okay, here goes nothing.”

You push and you eventually feel the suction giving way. A few drops of liquid spill out over your hand and you grimace at how warm it is. You finally pull it out from inside you and you lift it up to inspect the contents of the cup. God it was startling how warm the cup is. It was both disgusting and fascinating to see how much blood you can bleed within half a day. And the best thing—it doesn’t smell! You’re done being weirdly fascinated with your blood now. You’ve definitely been with Jungkook for too long. You hold the cup away from you and tilt it to pour down the—

“NNOOOO!!!! STOP Y/N!!!!”

Your boyfriend stumbles into the bathroom and you watch him with absolute befuddlement as he inches closer to you with crazed eyes.

“Baby,” he reaches out to you, “what were you just going to do?”

“Um, pour out my period blood?”

“Baby!!” he practically whines and kneels beside the tub.

“...Yes? Jungkook?” You’re at a complete loss for why he came bursting here in such a hurry.

“I thought I asked you to tell me when you were gonna take it out.”

“I’m sorry hun. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. I’m just taking it out?”

“Babe.”

“Mhm?”

“I’m a vampire.”

“Mhm.”

“And I’m your boyfriend.”

“Okay.”

“Are you really going to make me say it?”

“Jungkook, I don’t even know what you’re talking about so if you could just tell me, that’d be great.”

He groans into his hands and peeks at you through his fingers.

“I wanna drink it.”

Oh, for god’s sake. You restrain yourself from rolling your eyes at him. You weren’t ignorant to his obsession with blood, especially during that time of the month. He was a vampire, after all. This was a whole new experience though with nearly an ounce of your blood right in your hand. Before you can second guess yourself, you hand the cup to your very pouty boyfriend who takes it with a now huge smile gracing his face.

He brings the cup directly under his nose and takes a quick whiff. You wrinkle your nose in distaste. And then he lets out a deep, guttural moan. He flicks his tongue in the pool of blood then promptly empties the blood into his mouth. A normal person would not shiver at the sight of their boyfriend drinking their blood, but you’ve long resigned the fact that you were not normal. Your eyes fixate on the trail of blood that missed his mouth and now fall down the side of his mouth to his chin. You swallow in sync with Jungkook who hands you back the empty cup.

His voice is hoarse when he speaks. “Please never stop using this cup. It is the greatest creation of the modern times… Next to the internet. Also don’t ever drain your blood anymore. Give it to me. Save the ocean.”

“You absolute dork,” you laugh and continue your downward gaze of his body. That’s when you see it.

“Oh my god. Jungkook. Did you… baby are you horny?”

#jungkook fanfic #btsghostie #vampire jungkook #jungkook fluff #bts fanfic #f:vampire's wine #i'm so sorry #also black menstrual cups do exist #omg you guys tell me to stop re-editing this every 10 minutes

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kuuderekweenfics · 3 years

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Only Temporary

I really wanted to make Keigo nasty. Like, a real debaucherous fiend who could hardly give a hoot about you (pun intended). Instead he came out of my head ever the gentlemen and oh, so soft.

Like a roll of double-ply toilet paper. (Kidding!)

But I’m not mad about it.

Also, reader, in this fic, you’re a bit cold at the beginning. So if you can’t imagine yourself being stand-offish, this mayyyy not be for you. For those of you who read my first piece, I added a lil Easter egg in there.

Hawks x Female Reader

Explicit Warning: Next stop, Orgasmville (18+)

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“baby, oh fuck...I’m gonna cum...”

An eye roll begins to form and you close your eyes to avoid confrontation. Not that he’s paying attention to anything other than his current orgasm anyway. Eyes clutched and nostrils flared. He looks constipated, you think. You choke down the impending laughter but can’t help the jerk your body makes, so you blanket it with a gaudy, dramatic moan to disguise your exposed apathy.

He’s busy peeling off the condom as you turn over and reach for your phone, dragging a finger under your eye to wipe away any mascara that may flaked during the two minutes of intercourse.

“Did I blow your mind?” He beckons for encouragement like a puppy beckons for attention.

You decide to throw him a bone. A lazy smile flickers in place. “Extraordinary.”

Puppy wags his tail.

You leave his apartment 20 minutes later, after a quick rinse off and against his wishes, feigning a prior engagement that requires the upmost promptness. As you walk along the bustling city sidewalk, neon lights and advertisements flashing cinematic beauty queens, you remind yourself that this, that he, is only temporary.

You met him at an overpriced cafe. You didn’t even remember his damn name. He was flustered, you could immediately tell by his stumbling speech. But you hadn’t been laid in over a year and needed to feel something other than your fingers or the purple silicone vibrator you kept tucked away in your nightstand drawer. Even if he was staler than the cup of coffee you purposely left behind.

But all you ended up doing was counting the seconds between thrusts until it was finally over.

“At least the cobwebs have been swept,” you settle. You thought someone who had a hardening quirk would have more gusto. Apparently the hardness of his boner does very little for the duration of intercourse. Good to know.

The chilled air nipped at you skin, leaving your cheeks and nose red with its kiss. In its wake was a residual sweetness, weak but more exigent the farther you walked. You made use of your quirk, a keen sense of smell, to locate where the comforting aroma came from. You face the bright patisserie, welcoming and quaint and almost entirely unoccupied.

As you walk inside, you’re greeted by a young woman, her swollen belly covered by an apron. She’s attempting to grab a tart from the middle shelf of the display case, squatted with her hand pressed into her lower back as if it were the only thing keeping her from toppling over.

“Do you need help?” You watch with pity.

She blinks at you and sighs, contemplating whether it was a good idea, or if it was even allowed, to ask for a customer’s assistance. Deciding it wouldn’t hurt, she nods and lets out a breathy laugh. “Please. This baby makes it impossible for me to do much nowadays.”

She hands you a glove and the box that had three cakes sitting neatly atop parchment. “How far along are you?”

It’s a weak attempt of small talk. And you don’t really care to know. But it would be awkward carry on in silence. So you manage to sound curious all the same.

“33 weeks.”

You hand her the box, tart acquired, and mumble out a congratulations. She thanks you kindly, although her smile doesn’t entirely reach her eyes. She gives you a slice of strawberry shortcake, perched on the top shelf, as reward for your task, as well as a coin.

“It’s for the gacha,” she points at the machine near the entrance. “I check each capsule to make sure there are no duds.”

You can’t possibly know what she means by that. You hold up the coin to her in thanks and grab your capsule before setting off.

It’s an All Might charm. Throwing it in your pocket, you work on your slice of cake, grabbing it with your hand and taking a bite like it was a slice of pizza. You never understood the logic behind idolizing heroes. While they did save the world from certain demise, and you were very thankful you were not a slave to a demon lord, heroes are simply doing their job. Were you to idolize the teen who whips up your order at McDonaz for feeding you as well? Mouthful of strawberry and cream, you chuckle at the mental image.

Your vision blurs as you’re abruptly yanked out of your reverie.

“What in the actual fuck?” You question angrily.

You turn to see a man, blue face partially covered for anonymity, holding the purse that is still slung to your shoulder. You stare through mirthless eyes as he growls in frustration, obviously intending to make an easier escape. Cake in hand, you slap him hard enough to leave a stinging pain in your palm. He struggles to get the cream from out of his eyes as he dashes away.

You hear a laugh behind you. “I had all intentions of rescuing you, although it doesn’t look like you need much help.”

His arms are crossed and his yellow visor does little to hide his obvious amusement.

“There are bigger evils to be thwarted. I can manage a failed pickpocket,” you respond, shifting your purse strap to sling across your body. “Shouldn’t you be, like, going after that guy?”

He blinks. “I already have.”

Your hair is pushed forward as the crimson feather zips past you and nestles neatly back into his plush wings. The weight of his stare is immobilizing. You’ve been gawked at by men countless times. But his slitted pupils gleams with lascivious intent.

You should look away.

You should tell Hawks goodnight.

You just let some rando fuck you only an hour ago.

Could you count that as a fuck?

That’s beside the point.

Only, you’re not sure what happened in the last ten minutes because now he’s pressed against you in your apartment hall, his lips latched onto yours as his stubble scrapes your chin. You want to put your hands on him anywhere and everywhere, feel the wiry muscles of his arm or test just how soft his wings are. But before you can so much as place a finger on him he seizes your wrists and holds them against the wall above your head, only to immediately trade them for your ass, hauling you up off the floor so that you can straddle him as your kiss deepens like the sea, your tongue sliding across his in waves.

You give him directions to the bedroom through the sloppy, firm kisses, shrugging off your top and hearing it hit the floor behind you. You jerk your hips forward to feel his hard-on, your jeans adding a touch of friction that makes you moan softly into his mouth.

He plops you on the bed, immediately tugging on the button of your pants.

But wait...

Perplexed, you ask, “When did you undress?”

Hawks grins at you and, instead of a response, answers by flapping his wings. The cold air it pushes towards you elicits a shiver. He rips off your jeans and panties in one go, staring at your pussy as if it were his last, god-damned meal. He winds his arms around your thighs and pulls you forward, his hot breath making your cunt twitch. He licks you with fervor, pressing his tongue against your soft, wet flesh. The moan he releases covers you in goosebumps. As he narrows in on your clit, circling it with his tongue before sucking down, your breasts jerks up. The pleasure is palpable as he eats away at your needy pussy vehemently. He releases one leg and inserts a finger into you to test the waters, followed by a second to fill you a bit more, curling his fingers upward in search of the spot that is sure to drive you wild. And it doesn’t take long, because in record timing you’re feeling hot, so very fucking hot, and the pressure that has been building in your head begs for release.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...me,” you drag out, snapping the rubber band that was holding your sanity in place.

You come hard and loud. He chuckles as he lets you drift back down from your high, lapping away at your juices and then wiping what remains on his chin with his thumb. As he sits up he rubs his dick, hard and thick and begging for entry as precum drips from the tip. He strokes his cock against your lips, thick veins greeting your clit to reinvigorate your arousal.

“Please,” you breathe out. It’s so unlike you to beg. You’re stubborn and proud, but in this instant, you would give anything for him to fuck you into oblivion, destroying your soppy cunt like he might destroy a menace.

He grabs your waist and pulls you up, kissing you roughly before falling back, leaving you straddled on top of him. He runs his hands down your body, rubbing you clit haphazardly.

“Show me how much you want it,” he smirks.

You rub his arousal against your lips a few times to continue coating him with your overflowing juices. Then you lean forward, one hand behind you takes hold of his cock and guides him in.

He’s big. Like “bite down on your bottom lip and squeeze your eyes shut while you tremble” big. You’re wetness did little for this intrusion, his cock scraping your walls as it inches in deep. But imagining his dick impaling you in quick succession leaves you breathless and wanting. You begin to move. Bobbing up and down, slowly at first, to get used to his girth. Adding the occasional swirl of your hips to get your pussy to cooperate and suck him up entirely. His eyes are on your cute face, red and focused, before he slides them down to watch where your bodies are conjoined. After a few minutes of pumping, your legs are beginning to tire, and try your best to keep the pace but hope for some intervention or a small reprieve. He must notice this, because he places his hands on your hips and pulls down, sheathing himself completely in one hard thrust. You cry out in ecstasy, throwing your head back as his fat cock punches into your cervix.

You hear him grunt under you. “Shit. F-fuck. You’re clamping around me.”

He thrusts, grinding into your throbbing cunt mercilessly. You cant think, you can breathe, all you can focus is the swift piston that seem to send an electric shock into the pit of your chest. You rub your the bundle of nerves at the apex of your heat with abandon, sending another bolt through your body. He catches your eyes roll to the back of your head. Shit, shit, shit, right there, right there, right...

A scream that had been building up in your stomach explodes from your mouth as your entire body quakes above him, hands gripping onto the anchor that is his hard, muscular abdomen.

He gently places his arm on your lower back, maneuvering the both of you without pulling out. You’re not sure if it’s the residual effect of your last orgasm, but you feel almost weightless.

You wouldn’t find out until later that he had used his wings to reposition.

He lays you on the mattress, kissing your neck and trailing down until his mouth meets your breast. He begins moving again, sucking on your nipple and softly biting just enough to make you moan. His thrusts are calculated: deep and triggering, each one leaving you a drooling mess.

He places his forearms on either side of your head, pressing a kiss to your ear.

“I need to fuck you hard,” he whispers.

All you can do is frantically nod before he starts speeding up, skin slapping skin. Your nails dig into his shoulder blades, quick grunts echoing the creak of the springs in the bed beneath you. His dick pushes your organs up, up, up, as your body takes him in obediently, craving the taste. You mewl out quietly, biting your bottom lip and furrowing your brows.

“You’re so pretty, so fucking pretty.”

You cant respond, you just focus on each relentless thrust driving you closer to the breaking point. He sits up, raising your hips to find a better angle. He rams into you, quick and powerful. His cock reduces your mind to mush each time he bottoms out. He is close, you know. Not because his fingers are now digging into the skin of your hips, or the sweat that gleams on his brow. But because you feel his dick twitch repeatedly in your gewy cunt.

He plows into you erratically, filling you up so, very thoroughly. He grits his teeth with one final plunge, shooting his hot, sticky load into you. The feeling of his cum stuffing you to the brim feels almost comforting. You try, desperately, to hold in the sob threatening to escape you. You refuse to get emotional.

Oh lord. Get a grip. You just met the man. You need to keep your cool. Because, just like the one before, regardless of your small, nagging desire, you know the cold truth of the matter.

He’s only temporary.

Even if he has given you the best sex of your life.

Even as his shaky fingers detach from your hips as he releases a whistle.

Even as he asks, “you doing okay?” with an open tenderness that surprises you.

Even as he brings his hand to your face and wipes away the tear that manages to free itself despite your earnest resolve.

Even as you give him the most genuine smile you can offer.

“Extraordinary.”

#hawks x y/n #hawksbnha #hawks x reader #fan fiction #Smut #bnha smut #anime fic #why is it spicy #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Zombie Life

Requested by @small-bean-ball: Ok first off i love your writing it’s absolutely incredible!!!! 💖 also can i please request prompts 1: she denies him, but the truth is she’s falling in love with him, 25: i love you, that’s pretty stupid of you, 29, if I’m dying let me eat this cake your not dying let me eat this cake and 49 please with don e? It’s ok if you don’t want to if you have enough 💖 I’m just in love with your izombie stuff 💖

Pairing: Don E x Female!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, no proof reading

Prompt(s): [01] She denies it. But the truth is, she’s falling in love with him. [25] “I love you” “That’s pretty stupid of you” [29] “If I’m dying, let me eat cake.” “You’re not dying.” “Let me eat cake anyway.” [49] “Did you get my note?” “Of course I got it. You taped it to my forehead while I was sleeping.”

Words: 713

Summary: (See Request)

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @simonsbluee, @small-bean-ball, @thewarriorprincessxo, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow

Masterlist | iZombie Masterlist

Y/n walked into the morgue’s office, causing Don E to trail off. Blaine waited impatiently for Don to finish but gave up when he saw who had caught his attention. The bright eyed zombie fidgeted nervously, earning a curious glare from Blaine. He had teasing material now. “Did you get my note?”

“Of course I got it.” She clicked her tongue and sighs heavily. “You taped it to my forehead while I was sleeping.”

Blaine’s eyes doubled in size, a chuckle rising to his lips but not yet escaping. Don E could practically feel Blaine’s teasing eyes on the back of his head. “I- I wanted to make sure you read it!”

“...Who says I read it?”

“You d-”

“I said I saw it...” She held a tight lipped smile. “Anyways, Blaine, you got any brains?”

“As in, you’re calling me stupid or you’re hungry?”

“Why not both?” Don E laughed a little at her joke but walked back downstairs with a little less energy than before. He knew he shouldn’t take it seriously, but a part of him ached in disappointment.

The two had been on dates, as encouraged by Blaine, and were now a couple. Y/n’s wall was put up to everyone- Don E of no exception, and because of that, he felt she was only dating him because Blaine suggested it. Perhaps she was afraid she’d lose her job? It didn’t make sense though. Y/n could care less about losing the job.

She hardly had to do anything really. Blaine just like having his two best friends around. Setting them up was Don E’s idea, but Blaine was more than happy to help and pretend like it was his. He often told Don not to worry.

Blaine was the person who explained Y/n’s trust issues. She just needed time before her barrier allowed anyone in. But they’d been dating for some time now. How much was enough? How long until she’d let him in? It bugged at him for nights in a row, depriving him of the little sleep he regularly got.

New to the life of a zombie, Y/n was in shock. A knife poking out of her gut, tip sharp and doused in her blood, the handle a literal pain in her back. She coughed and wheezed. However, her last moments would not be spent bleeding out from a stupid knife.

Blaine and Don walked into the kitchen, Y/n slumped on the floor with the knife still in her abdomen as she dug into Blaine’s last plate of cake. “What the hell are you doing?”

“If I’m dying, let me eat cake.”

“You’re not dying.” Blaine pointed it out to her. The knife was still covered in blood but the wound had healed up. If she were to pull the knife out, it would bleed for a few seconds before healing like it did now.

Even so, Y/n shrugged and shoved another forkful into her mouth. “Let me eat cake anyway.”

“So... who stabbed you?”

“Dunno, but they fit the description. Like your note said, some rando is on a supposed killing spree in zombie areas...Shame they don’t know how to actually kill a zombie.”

“Yeah, honestly I- ...Wait...you actually read the note?”

“Did I say I read it?” She looked to Don E with a puzzled expression. He nodded in response. “Suppose I did. Thanks for the warning, by the way.”

A soft moment, rare between the two- rare for Y/n at all. If Don E was alive, he’d be so over the moon, he’d look like a tomato. Instead, he was dead, but his smile and the kiss he pressed to her lips showed his excitement.

“I love you.” Don E smiled. His voice is genuine, the softness of the moment had caught up to him and gave him enough courage to say the one thing he’d wanted for the longest time.

She snorted, rolling her eyes playfully and setting down the plate before she rose from her uncomfortable floor seating. “That’s pretty stupid of you.” She denies it. But the truth is, she’s falling in love with him.

Y/n punches Don’s shoulder lightly with a chuckle. He frowns when she walks away but puts on a smile when she returns with Blaine’s ice cream tubs.

#don e x reader #don e #donald eberhard x reader #donald eberhard #don eberhard #izombie #izombie x reader #izombie imagine #x reader #reader insert #don eberhard x reader #all readers #zodiyack #i'm so sorry if this sucks!#i was stuck oof

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lnarizakis · 4 years

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stickers found on fruits, or something like that | s. rintarou

pairing: suna rintarou x fem! reader

foreword: for ai, whose birthday is today (sept. 2)! thank you so much for being my friend, and i hope you have an amazing day today! many more to come!

wc: 1.7k

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Underneath your bed was a fairly-sized cardboard box that contained some of your most prized possessions. On the side of the box there was a poorly written label that read, “Stickers found on fruits or something like that.” You don’t remember who wrote it, or why it was written, for that matter, but every time you pulled out the box and read the label, you chuckled to yourself, knowing that it must have been a good memory for you at the time. There were four items inside the box: a pencil, a wrinkled, old sheet of paper with a sticker on it, a roll of athletic tape, and a jacket.

A PENCIL.

Back when you were in high school, you dubbed yourself as irresponsible. Many of your classmates looked upon you with disdain at your ridiculousness and lack of readiness. Your friend Miya Osamu always supplied you with pencils whenever you needed one, and you couldn’t thank him enough. You remember he always gave you a short nod in response to your gratitude.

The one day that Osamu hadn’t brought any extra pencils when you so desperately needed one had you almost in tears. Your heartbeat raced, you grew a shortness of breath, and your eyes darted around the room, hoping someone was kind enough to lend you one of their pencils. Test day called for the utmost readiness, which you lacked.

After a moment of your worries, the person in front of you turned around with sharp eyes that struck a chord in your heart. Pushing his bangs slightly out of the way, he gave you one of his pencils, telling you to stop making so much noise behind him. You relished in the sultry tone of his voice, breathing in the scent he wafted towards you, and you thought you actually might cry because of this god of a man.

Next to you, Osamu watched you with second-hand embarrassment. You turned to him, eyebrows raised in confusion. He told you the boy in front of you was his teammate, Suna Rintarou. Your face warmed; now knowing his name, you felt the ghost of a connection between you two forming.

Forgetful you kept the pencil in your bag after school and never returned it to Suna; he never asked for it back, anyways.

A WRINKLED, OLD SHEET OF PAPER WITH A STICKER ON IT.

“Let’s see… that’s one, two, and three. Three mandarin oranges you’ve brought for lunch. And for what?”

You stayed silent in embarrassment, eyes darting between Suna and Osamu in front of you, staring at the oranges perched on your desk. Lunch time was always entertaining, yet somehow embarrassing, for you.

“One for each of you,” you explained, surprisingly without stammering. You placed a mandarin orange in their hands, which they began peeling right away. You removed the sticker on the peel of your orange, placing it on the piece of paper you had out on your desk.

With a piece of the orange in his mouth, Osamu asked, “So, how are we going to do this project? Most of it requires work outside of school.” In response you and Suna remained quiet, thinking about what to do. Osamu then grabbed the paper on which you placed the sticker of your orange and handed it to Suna.

“Write your number on it, Suna. We’ll communicate better.” As Suna kept his head down while writing his phone number, Osamu turned towards you subtly and gave a slight raise of his eyebrows as a way to tell you just what exactly he was doing. You returned the smallest of smirks, as you knew he would want you to pay him back in one way or another.

When Suna gave the paper back to you, he muttered out loud, “It’s not like we’re gonna actually do shit with our project. But it’ll be nice talking with you anyways.”

You straightened your back a little bit— to which he reciprocated, yet this passes your attention— and you felt yourself ease into the conversation, letting his lax nature take over you. You grinned, as you told him you thought the same. In the midst of this, you folded the paper you received and tucked it snug into the pocket of your jacket.

Later in the evening, perhaps at around midnight when you were cooped up in your bedroom, you decided to set Suna’s contact into your phone. You hadn’t known your hands were shaking as you did so; the realization only hit when you found yourself accidentally calling him. Much to your surprise, he answered.

“I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to call you,” you told him, panic evident in your words.

Though he himself showed no signs of tiredness, he told you, “It’s, like, midnight. You should go to sleep now.” You pursed your lips, eyes slowly moving around your room to find something on which to fixate your attention.

After a moment’s worth of hesitation, you replied, “Shouldn’t you, too? You don’t sound tired at all.”

“Love, I always sound tired. I’m perpetually tired.” You laughed at his words, masking the fluster from his slipping in a little pet name for you. Tension left your body as you once again relaxed into his voice, slightly distorted from the feedback of the phone.

“You should rest.”

“And so should you.”

A ROLL OF ATHLETIC TAPE.

Checking the contents of your bag when you arrived, you were certain that the roll of athletic tape was stowed away in the hidden pocket. It seemed like the fluttering of your heart was a constant whenever you were to cheer Rintarou on at his games, and you hoped it was just all the walking you had to do to reach the gym at which they were located.

When you entered the gym, you found your school cheering on the team, composed and intimidating as always. You didn’t want to come to conclusions, but you thought Rintarou had his eyes on the door since he stepped foot in the gym, because you locked eye contact with him as soon as you found him among his teammates. Subtly and slowly, he made his way towards you with a bored expression on his face, masking the fluster with which he would carry to the grave.

The night before, you had told Rintarou that you were to tape his fingers, for you were afraid that he might injure his calloused hands once again. You kept your gaze down at the ground, observing how your feet compared in size to his, noting all the small details on his shoes, and comparing the cleanliness of his shoes to yours— anything it took for you not to look him in the eye, though you knew his eyes bore into yours.

His fixated gaze on you made your hands feel clammy, making it hard to tape his fingers. It was an awkward, yet intimate moment between the two of you as you held his hands in yours, stabilizing them as you taped his fingers together, bandaging and protecting them against the hard spikes he would have to block.

When you finished, your eyes trailed upwards and into his own, and you muttered that you had.

“Thanks,” was all he said.

A JACKET.

You didn’t want to think about how this situation even came to happen; it seemed like it was straight out of some shoujou manga on your bookshelf. It was a sunny day— emphasis on the was. Osamu, Rintarou, and you were walking home from school that day and after Osamu had left, a downpour came upon the two of you. You and Rintarou were left to take shelter underneath a shaded area in the nearby park.

You were shuddering, being almost soaked with rain water. Next to you was the boy you loved, even if he kept sending mixed signals, telling you this on one day and that the next. He sat on the park bench, hunched over, as if he were deep in thought. In his peripheral vision he watched you shiver from the cold.

In a second you felt a weight over you. It was Rintarou’s jacket, though equally as soaked as yours, but you warmed at the generosity. The both of you stayed silent.

“I like you.”

You turned to him. “Say that again?”

He reciprocated your actions, eyes glaring into yours to the point you were afraid he was messing with your feelings.

“I… Like… You.” He pointed to you, as if you still hadn’t understood what he meant. “You. I have feelings for you. Are there any other ways I should say it?”

You paused, letting a wave of confidence that you were to regret later wash over you, and you told him, “Yes: like this.”

You scooted yourself closer to Rintarou, and plant a kiss on his cheek, wet from the rain. He cupped your cheek, bringing you closer to him, and he softly placed his lips over yours.

━━━━━━━━━━☆

“You done reminiscing?”

You were brought out of your trance by the man behind you, leaning against the frame of the door. Smiling at him, you set the jacket back into the cardboard box and stood up to wrap yourself in your fiancee’s arms.

“I’m moving out of my house; how could I not reminisce?”

Rintarou nestled his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. “You’re right, I guess.” He gazed over at the items in the box. “Aren’t those things mine?”

He let go of you and walked towards your prized possessions, and you followed shortly after, claiming that they’re yours.

“No, no,” he said, “These are mine. Look!” He held up his jacket. “I gave this to you that one time when it was raining. That was the day I first told you I loved you.”

Flustered, you retorted, “Well, technically, you said you liked me, but I guess there was the undertone of love when you first said that.”

Rintarou knelt down to pick up the wrinkled paper with his phone number and the sticker on it. “This isn’t even my number anymore. Some rando probably has it now.”

As you knelt down next to him, you pointed to the little sticker in the corner. “Well, that’s not yours,” you said.

“Those are one of those stickers found on fruits, or something like that.”

@wiintiier

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maximoff-pan · 4 years

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57 with Peter Maximoff? 'cause your writing about him makes me soft 🥺

Prompt:

57. Breaking The Kiss To Say Something, Staying So Close That You’re Murmuring Into Each Other’s Mouths

Character: Peter Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Fandom: X-Men

Word Count: 1.4 k of (hopefully) tooth rotting fluff....like maybe you’ll need a dentist after reading???

A/n: Anon, you’re way too sweet! And honestly, writing about him makes me soft, so I really hope you enjoy! (I know I did writing this)....Anyway, I also want to note that this (the beginning), does not perfectly (or even close to perfectly) follow the plot or script of days of future past. I just somewhat mimicked it....It doesn’t have a ton to do with the movie, but just in case anyone is confused, that is what it’s based on. I also had to check the timelines, so I think they’re right. It says that Peter is born in 1955 and DOFP takes place in 1973, so that’d make him approximately 18. I’m sorry if that’s wrong, but I hope you enjoy anyway!

You distinctly remember the first time you met Peter Maximoff. And thinking back on it now, you’re not sure there’s a world in which it’s possible that you could ever forget it. You’d both been so young, barely 18, and yet, as conflicted as you’d felt when you’d first laid your eyes on him, there was an instant connection between you. It was unbelievably undeniable...something not even Charles could explain when he’d met the pair of you.

You’d both met Charles, Hank, and Logan on the same day. You’d only known the three mysterious men for a few more hours than Peter had, them picking you up from your home because your mutation was integral in breaking Erik out of the Pentagon. (Personally, at the time, you didn’t see why your mutation of invisibility would be so helpful....but Charles more than insisted. So you just said, ‘sure, what the hell. I’ve got nothing to lose,’ and went along with them...for the adventure of course). Unfortunately (or fortunately, you’re not quite sure), your next stop was to convince some teenage speedster to join you....hence, you meeting Peter.

“You’re not cops.” Was the first thing you heard out of his mouth.

His voice had taken you back. He’d managed to sound both arrogant and insecure, all in one utterly short sentence. How on earth could anyone manage that? On a first judgment, this boy gave you mixed feelings. Was he an ass? Or was he just scared...nervous, or maybe both?

Logan simply scoffed, his arms folded across his chest. “And what makes you say that, kid?”

“Rental car.” Peter tutted, a glimmer shining brightly in his eyes. “And you really expect me to believe some rando teenage girl is working as an officer for whatever joke of a police force you claim to be a part of? I don’t think so.”

“Excuse me?” You spat at him.

The grin that plastered itself on his face was vomitous. “You’re excused princess.”

That nickname made your blood absolutely boil, and your skin crawled with frustration. You turned to Logan bitterly. “And we need this klepto ass clown why?”

“Unfortunately, his mutation is exactly what we need.” Hank broke in, speaking for Logan.

Honestly, if Logan could’ve made the choice that day, he would’ve left Peter behind. He thought you and your mutation were enough, that unlike Charles and Hank, Peter was not a necessity, he was just a fucking nuisance. He much preferred you....but he was stuck with both of you.

If he had been able to make that decision, at the time, you would have agreed with Logan wholeheartedly. Peter annoyed you to no end, and from the moment you met him, he continuously tried to rile you up. But today? Today you’re very much glad Logan had not been granted permission to make that decision. If he had, then you’d never have met Peter. You’d never have met the love of your life, your husband, and the father of your children.

You never would have been truly happy. But thank god Logan hadn’t made that decision....thank god....

Now? Now you’re happily married. You’ve put your X-Men days behind you, trading them in for teacher’s positions at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. Soon, you’ll even be teaching your own children, twins James and Eleanor, and baby Wyatt (in that order, oldest to youngest)...but for now, they’re still too young to be learning at Xavier’s. For now, you’re spending your last few months on maternity leave, before you head back to teaching.

Home life has been crazy, two toddlers and a new baby will do that to you. And Peter has been your absolute rock. (You’ve also been his, which he tells you everyday, but you never seem to believe it)...

You live right off campus, so Peter’s commute to work is practically nonexistent, which means he’s able to be at home with you fairly shortly after his work day ends. (It’s literally a lifesaver), and Peter loves being at home with your kids. There’s honestly nowhere he’d rather be....except maybe cuddled in bed next to you, the house completely quiet from children screaming or babies crying.

“The twins go to bed okay?” You ask your husband as he tiredly walks into your shared bedroom.

“Define okay.” He jokes. You tilt your head, shooting him a look of uncertainty. “In all seriousness,” he starts, “probably the best bed time this week.”

Peter’s beaming with the pride that he could get his children to actually behave and go to sleep at a godly hour, and it warms your heart. You can see it in his being, just how much love he has for them.

“I’m glad.” You smile. “Wyatt’s down. Out like a light.” You gesture to the baby sleeping in the crib next to your bed.

Peter’s eyebrows raise, a mischievous grin on his face. “Does that mean I can kiss you now?” He asks and your eyes widen.

“That’s definitely not what I thought you were going to say.” You laugh softly. “I was expecting something more along the lines of... ‘let’s have sex.’ Instead, you ask your wife, let me remind you in case you forgot, your wife, if you can have a simple kiss? Ladies and gentlemen, I married the most wholesome man on the planet!”

He responds with a laugh of his own, your antics more than amusing him. “So you’re saying, we could’ve had...” he pauses for a moment, feigning innocence and whispering, “sex?”

“We could’ve.” You shrug. “But you passed up on it.”

Peter throws you a goofy grin, eyeing you up and down. “I’m still taking that kiss though.”

“No one’s stopping you.”

“Mhm.” He finally leans in, placing his lips softly on yours. At first the kiss is gentle, but as the seconds pass, the intensity grows. You don’t know when exactly that it happens, but suddenly you find yourself on Peter’s lap, basically straddling him. Your mouths move in harmony, harder and faster than a few moments prior.

He lets out a groan of approval as you rake your hands through his long (ish) silver hair. Taking this as your opportunity, you deepen the kiss, propping yourself off of Peter’s lap, and pushing him further into your bed.

His hand grips your arm, securing his other arm around your waist and flipping the two of you over, him now on top. He runs his tongue along your bottom lip, begging for entrance. It’s like the perfect storm of anticipation. You both want to take things further, desperately, but the universe decides it has other plans for you (not allowing you a moment free from parenting), when your son begins to cry.

“Peter.” You murmur into his mouth. And as much as you don’t want to stop whatever this is, you also don’t want the wailing baby to wake your other children.

He pulls back reluctantly, letting out of sigh of frustration, as he watches you crawl across the bed and scoop Wyatt out of his crib. The crying stops almost instantaneously, and you both feel some sort of relief flood through you. If there was any plus side to come from this, at least Eleanor and James hadn’t woken up.

“It’s alright baby boy.” You coo as Peter watches you lovingly. “Mama’s got you.”

“Daddy’s here too.” Peter nearly sings at your baby son. “And he loves you very much.”

“Mommy loves you more.” You tease, speaking in the same sing song voice your husband had just used.

Peter scoffs. “I don’t think so.” He sings back. “Mommy and Daddy love you equally.”

“Oh I’m sure they do.” The sarcasm in your tone is evident, and at that, he reaches over to gently tickle your sides, careful not to disrupt your position with Wyatt.

You release a gentle string of giggles, feeling Peter’s fingers halt their actions. “I surrender! I surrender.”

“You see that Wyatt?” Your husband asks your son. “Your Mommy has me absolutely whipped. I couldn’t be a happier man.”

“And I a happier woman.” You pause, leaning down to whisper in Wyatt’s ear, just loud enough for Peter to hear. “Besides, your Daddy’s been whipped by me since the second he first saw me.”

Peter simply shrugs, grinning down at his little family. “You’re not wrong.” Placing a kiss on your forehead, he hums lightly. “Your Mommy’s definitely not wrong.”

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avengerscompound · 4 years

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Bartoned - Chapter 28

Bartoned - A Hawkeye Fanfic

Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Rating: E

Warnings: mentions of sex

Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader

Word Count: 1646

Summary: Clint’s name has become synonymous with fucking things up. When you have a one night stand with him, your whole life gets Bartoned.

Chapter 28

A week after Steve and Bucky were back from their honeymoon, Wanda, Sam, and Rhodey left on a mission. Once again it was one of those need-to-know situations. And the only thing you needed to know, was that Kari was a little more frustrated and a little needier when Wanda wasn’t in town. You could relate given how hard it had been without Clint around, and they were creeping ever closer to their own wedding date. It was a lot to worry about and not having your support person there for you upped the stress level a little more than was reasonable.

You thought you would try and make the effort to be a better and more present friend. Not just to her, but to everyone. It had been hard with Nattie. She had her schedule and often her midday nap went right through lunch. The others all went out of their way to come and visit when they could. Often even bringing you meals. But you hadn’t been to a group lunch much since she’d been born and that was four months ago. You missed it. They were family now and you missed just being with them. You wanted Nattie to have that time with them too.

You went up to the common floor for lunch when FRIDAY gave you the alert that everyone had finished with the morning training session. You arrived with baby Natasha just after the others had gotten comfortable on the couches with their food. They all looked around to you as the doors opened.

“Hey! You haven’t come up for lunch much since Nattie was born,” Steve said, smiling warmly at you. “We’ve missed you.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. She’s always sleeping at lunchtime. Got lucky today,” you said as you carried her in.

“Good, because it’s about time she got passed around,” Tony said, holding his arms out to her.

You plopped the four-month-old into his arms and went to get yourself something to eat.

“Oh wow, she’s getting so big. You both need to come to lunch more often,” Tony said.

“You look good with a kid, Tony,” Steve said, watching him bounce the little girl on his knee while he pulled faces at her. Nattie patted his cheeks and babbled happily at him.

“Yeah? Well too bad I missed that chance,” Tony replied, modulating his voice so he sounded like he was talking to Nattie, rather than Steve.

“Just do like I do,” Clint joked. “Knock up some rando you haven’t even been on a date with.”

Tony snorted. “Yeah, I’ll be sure to do that.” He looked up at Steve and raised an eyebrow. “What about you, Cap? Gonna get yourself one of these?”

Steve gave a small half-shrug. “It’s not really something we’ve talked about. With work and everything,” he said and held out his hands to Tony. “I’ll take that one though.”

You took a seat next to Clint as Tony handed baby Natasha to Steve. The little girl started to wave her hands again and making the ‘ba blah’ sounds like she was trying to participate in the conversation. Clint put his arm around your shoulder and stole a piece of garlic bread off your plate.

“I kinda want one,” Bucky said, cuddling up to Steve as he played with your daughter.

“You do?” Steve asked, looking at him.

“Yeah. I mean, it’s probably a terrible idea. But I like kids. And you’re already basically a dad,” Bucky said.

Steve chewed on his bottom lip as he played with baby Natasha’s hands. “We’ll talk about it tonight, okay?”

Bucky smiled and gave a small nod, cuddling up to Steve’s side.

“How’s the wedding planning going?” Steve asked as Bucky leaned over him and tickled Nattie’s stomach.

“Ours isn’t. You guys being away slammed us. And then I got sent out. We barely had time to sleep let alone plan things,” Clint said, his mouth still stuffed full of bread.

“It’s no rush though. We don’t have a date anyway,” you added.

“You’re totally going to be that couple that is engaged forever and never marries,” Natasha teased.

Clint shrugged. “Who knows? We’re mostly worried about the moving thing anyway.”

“You can’t move out. We’ll never get to see Nattie,” Natasha said. There was a very cute, very un-Natasha pout in her voice that made you bite back a laugh. The last thing you wanted was for her to start smacking you too.

“We can’t have that,” Tony agreed. “Why don’t I move you guys into one of the bigger apartments? Then you can keep pretending you need separate rooms and Nattie can have her own room.”

Clint wrinkled his nose. “You know I don’t like the idea of raising her here. It’s such a target. We keep getting attacked.”

“Yeah. That’s been an issue for a while,” Steve agreed. “I’m a little tired of having meetings with the mayor.”

“Right,” Tony said, leaning back in the chair and putting his feet on the coffee table. “Hold off house shopping. Let me think on it.”

Steve looked over at Tony as Bucky took Nattie out of his hands. “What are you thinking there, Tony?”

“Mm… nothing,” he said, grabbing a tablet from a pocket on the side of the recliner he was sitting on. “Just thinking.”

Clint looked at you and smirked. “See, told you.”

You laughed and rubbed your cheek on his shoulder. “God, I hope she doesn’t learn that from you.”

Steve looked between the two of you suspiciously but he didn’t say anything.

“What about you, Kari?” Bruce asked, saving you and Clint from being interrogated by Steve. She groaned in response and dragged her hands down her face. Bruce chuckled gently. “That doesn’t sound good.”

“It’s fine. We’re mostly ready. I just feel like I’m on the phone all the time with things. And Wanda keeps going on about how the wedding party is uneven,” Kari explained.

“But you both just have one bridesmaid,” you said, a little confused.

Kari waved her hands dismissively. “Yeah, but Wanda has Clint and Steve standing in for her parents to escort her down the aisle and then hold up the Chuppah. But there is no way I’m asking my dad to do it. So it’s just my mom. Besides he’s not even coming.”

“Oh, that’s easy. I’ll do it. It’ll be nice for your mom to have some rich arm cand,” Tony said.

“Gross, Tony. Leave my mom alone,” Kari complained. “But that’s a really good idea. Bucky can you do it?”

Bucky had been making faces at Nattie and he looked up startled. “What? Why me?”

“Because you’re a married man and you won’t flirt with my mom,” Kari deadpanned. “She might flirt with you of course, but I can’t do anything about that.”

Bruce held his hands out for Nattie and Bucky passed her over. “Oh, I’ll flirt. It just won’t lead anywhere,” Bucky argued with a small shrug.

“Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Kari teased. “Don’t tell Wanda though. I want it to be a surprise. She’ll be so happy we’re all even.”

“Kari. She can read minds,” Clint said like he was talking to a toddler.

Kari covered her face with her palm as everyone started laughing. “Oh my god,” she groaned. “Please don’t tell her I forgot that.”

“Kari,” Clint said in that same patronizing tone. “Wanda can read our minds.”

“Clint!” She yelped. “Nat! Smack him for me would you?”

“On it!” Natasha said, whacking him upside the back of the head.

“Hey!” Clint said. “I’m just saying. She’s gonna know you’re a dumb ass.”

Kari crossed her arms over her chest and huffed.

“I highly resent the fact you think that I would have done anything with your mother, Kari,” Tony huffed, mimicking Kari’s position as Natasha took Nattie from Bruce. “Of course, now I’m totally going to sleep with your mom, you know?”

“Gross, Tony!” Kari yelped. “I’m never going to call you dad!”

“We’ll see, young lady,” he teased.

“Oh god,” Kari whined. “I am never coming back from my honeymoon.”

“That’s okay,” Tony said. “Me and your mom will be busy making you a sibling, that’ll give us plenty of time.”

“Tony!” Kari yelped, grabbing a cushion off the couch and throwing it at him. “Ew, ew, ew. I’m never getting that image out of my head! Steve! Make him stop!”

“You say that like I have any control over anything Tony does,” Steve deadpanned. “Besides you really did bring that on yourself.”

“I did nothing of the sort!” Kari argued. “None of you are allowed to sleep with my mom!”

Tony made a lewd gesture with his hands, and Kari threw another cushion at him. He caught it and put it behind his back.

“Alright kids,” Steve said, in his very best dad voice. “I may not be able to tell Tony what he can and can’t do, but I can tell the rest of you. Back to work.”

There was a general grumble around the room and everyone started getting up. Natasha blew a raspberry on Nattie’s stomach making her squeal and giggle loudly, her limbs flailing about, before handing her back to you. “Look after my baby,” she said.

“I think I’ve done okay so far,” you joked.

“Yeah, you have,” she agreed, ruffling Clint’s hair.

Clint smiled and first kissed Nattie and then you. “See you after work.”

“You be good,” you said.

“I’m always good, baby!” He teased and followed the others onto the elevator.

You got up, putting Nattie on your hip. You wondered what Tony had planned regarding life in the tower. Whatever it was, you hoped that meant the hassle of trying to find a place to live had been put to rest. It would be nice to have just wedding planning and parenting to worry about.

// NEXT

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kimsgoeun · 3 years

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☪ (jeanette/levi, valentina/adrianna)

@dreamingincolor1x1

☪ five times our muses almost hold hands, and the one time they do.

jeanette/levi

one. For whatever reason, Levi’s a web of tension. He hasn’t said it, but she can tell from his actions. The class has broken up into groups and while she’s trying to stay on task, she can’t help but notice him from the corner of her eye. His fingers tap nervously against his leg. It’s clear he isn’t listening to what the other members in their group are saying, but she knows that none of them are going to say anything. Every once in a while, one of them raises a brow at her and tells her to say something silently. It makes her want to roll her eyes. Why anyone is scared of Levi is still weird to her and the fact that everyone wants her to somehow do something about him is just as baffling. But she does want to say something to him. Not because of them, but because she is concerned. She thinks about grabbing his hand to get his attention, but Jean can’t do that here. Not when everyone is watching. Instead she scribbles a note asking if he’s okay and passes it over to him as she nudges his arm.

two. They walk side by side at a comfortable pace. Like every day, they grab a coffee and head to the next class together. It has easily become one of her favorite parts of the day. Levi says something sarcastic and she let out a laugh. His face softens looking at her and that warm and fuzzy feeling returns in the pit of her stomach. If she was a little braver, Jean might ask him what that expression meant. Does he like her? Does he think about her the way she’s been thinking about him? All of the questions swirling in her head and yet she can’t bring herself to bring any of it up. Not if it means losing out on his friendship. So instead she walks beside him and simply thinks about what would happen if she slipped her hand in his for once.

three. It’s one of those awkward moments where she can’t walk without tripping. It was her friend’s fault for convincing her to wear heels much too high for her liking, but it’s her own for drinking a cup of the mystery punch at the campus mixer. Sighing and trying to get her bearing, she takes another step forward, only to misstep. A quiet curse flies out of her mouth, but then an arm catches her. She’s expecting a stranger and doesn’t expect to see Levi beside her. “Thank you,” she squeaks out, grabbing his arm as she tries to right herself up. Making a comment about her being a klutz, he notes her shoes and ask her why she’s wearing them. Isn’t she plenty tall without them? Especially since she isn’t the most graceful person even in flats. He knows that already. “Just trying to leave. My feet hurt,” she complains, wishing she had been smart enough to bring a different pair of shoes. Levi asks if she wants his help and she nods her head. He offers his arm back to her and she has to bite her tongue from complaining further that she wants to hold his hand instead.

four. Some movie plays in on her laptop, but she’s stopped paying attention ten minutes ago. Mostly because it hadn’t interested her to begin with, but mostly because Levi had fallen asleep sometime fifteen minutes ago. She doesn’t mean to, and she knows it’s borders on creepy, but she can’t help but watch him sleep. Sleep erases the tension in his brows and the frown on his lips. He nearly reminds her of the boy she grew up with, though she still likes him just as much now as she did then. Definitely more now if she’s being completely honest. If anything, she’s hyper aware that he’s leaning towards her in his sleep; his arm resting near hers. Jean keeps still, worrying the slightest movement would cause him to shift away. It’d probably be weird to try and hold his hand while he sleeps though, and so she attempts to pay attention to the movie once more until he wakes.

five. He sticks by her side in a room full of people neither of them know. She’s grateful for it, but she can’t exactly tell if he’s enjoying his time babysitting her. He reassures her he isn’t, but it certainly feels that way. Especially when she catches other girls staring at him and she has to wonder if his night would be better spent with someone (in her opinion) prettier. Still, the idea of letting him do just that irritates her in a way that’s very much unlike her. Jealousy does not become you, she thinks in chastisement. But then another smile in flashed in Levi’s direction and she has to resist the urge to grab his hand and pretend to have some claim to his attention and company.

six. Her steps are slow and careful as she walks backwards so she can talk to Levi. A grin is on her face as she reiterates some story she’s heard. He doesn’t seem nearly as entertained as she is, but that hasn’t bothered her before. The fact that he’s listening at all is very much appreciated. Still, she wants to try and get a reaction out of him. So she says it again, this time exaggerating her gestures as she speaks. At the very least, he rolls his eyes and gives her a pity laugh--Jean happily takes that as a victory. She begins another story but Levi grabs her arm just as she’s about to bump into someone else walking. “Oops,” she says, and quickly apologizes to them before they continue on their way from them. His head shakes as he realizes she’s going to continue walking backwards and grabs her hand. This time the smile on her face blossoms for a different reason altogether and she squeezes his hand in reassure. “I’ll be super careful. Promise.”

valentina/adrianna

one. She lets Adrianna share the bed with her, feeling bad about letting her sleep on the uncomfortable couch in the other room or the floor of Val’s room. But they don’t know each other and it’s awkward now that it’s happening. Val feigns sleeps, giving the other woman privacy as she hears her still sniffling under the covers. She wishes there was something she could say to make her feel better, but any remarks in her don’t seem like what Adrianna would want to hear. A hand brushes her under the covers and she feels the other woman freeze at the contact, quickly pulling it away from Val and back into their own space. If only they knew each other better. If they did, she wouldn’t have thought about twice about reaching for her hand out of comfort.

two. Trying to keep her mood up, Val drags her from one place to the next in the hopes of distracting her. Considering she invited her to stay, she feels like it’s her responsibility to not make the break a complete waste of Adrianna’s time. But it’s hard when she’s still learning how the other woman works, or what she did or did not like. So really it’s a lot of trial and error on her part, though to be fair they both had grown up here anyway. It didn’t exactly make her part of town all that interesting. “Come on. There has to be something you want to do,” she says, smiling pleadingly. “”Anything. I am game for anything, so just name it, okay?” She holds out her hand to the other, hoping it would help. Adrianna eyes her, maybe in exasperation, and Val constant enthusiasm to do something fun together. The other woman sighs, but ignores her hand before agreeing to something she wants to do.

three. Another dumb attempt to distract Adrianna is to learn palm reading. Making the other woman lay her hand flat in front of her, Val traces the lines on her palm while going over the cheap instructions she found online. “So this either means you’re going to have a long life or it means a surprise is going to happen without you realizing.” The prediction causes a roll of the eyes from the other. “Hey, I am new to this,” she feigns offense before laughing. It isn’t as if she really takes much stock into these things. Her attention is still on her phone, reading over the lines, but she doesn’t realize she’s absent mindlessly tracing the lines on Adrianna’s hand still. The other woman clears her throat and Val’s eyes lift from her phone and back onto the other’s hand. Oh. “Sorry,” she quickly utters out, stopping herself from saying more. More like how she thought Adrianna’s hand felt soft under her fingers.

four. It’s New Year’s Eve and nearly midnight. Val pulls close to Adrianna, knowing neither of them wanted to kiss some rando at the party Val found for them to attend in town. She turns to the other woman as people begin to count down and grins at her. “You gotta admit, I at least made the end of your year way better,” she teases, bumping Adrianna’s shoulder with her own. At least a smile is returned instead of the frown she’s seen on the other’s face countless times over the last two weeks. She really does prefer seeing her smile over everything else. The room around them explodes in the countdown: “Three, two, one. Happy New Year!” Cheers sounded and the women share a grin to each other. Valentina nearly wants to grab Adrianna’s hand, but instead she tips her glass towards the other in cheers. “Here’s to a better year,” she exclaims happily.

five. It’s been a few weeks since they got back to school and she’s barely seen Adrianna. It’s weird. Going from seeing her everyday to now occasionally seeing her across the quad is a weird adjustment. And trying to figure out whether or not she should go up and talk to her as if nothing had changed was slightly awkward considering they led rather different lives on campus. Valentina doesn’t really have a reason to go up to her until she notes the other woman across the room in the dining hall. Adrianna’s face isn’t one of comfort, one she’d seen plenty of times over break, and she can only assume it’s because of the man talking to her. Feeling protective, she heads towards her, tempted to grab the woman’s hand and drag her out of the situation, but she doubts that’s what Adrianna would want her to do. Instead she butts into the conversation, ignoring the man for her. “Hey. So I was wondering if you wanted to eat with me today,” and promptly glares before continuing to man as he tells her she’s interrupting. “As I was saying, I think we should catch up. Let’s go over there.”

six. Once they’ve hung out the first time, it’s easy enough to find reasons to continue being around each other. She doesn’t know how long it is until Val realizes the feelings she’s harboring towards Adrianna aren’t simply platonic. But the way her faces heats when the woman pays her a compliment is indication enough that somewhere along the way, she’s fallen for the woman she’d road tripped with only a month ago. Hopefully she isn’t completely apparent with her feelings. And when she slips her hand into hers so they don’t get separated in a crowd, she hopes the pulse beneath her skin doesn’t betray her.

#dreamingincolor1x1 #otp: i hope you see right through my walls #wc: jeannette waring #otp: you deserve good things and i want to be one of them #wc: valentina leblanc

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thundercakes22 · 4 years

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Sundays

Word Count: 1260

Square Filled: Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: None

Rating: G

Read on AO3 here

Summary: Growing up, Sundays were for church, food, cleaning and family. These days, church is... iffy, but Sam still cleans and cooks. And this family may look different, but it always finds its way in.

Sam wakes to the sound of his sound system booting up. He groans into his pillow and curses himself for setting it on a timer, but it’s Sunday and it’s enough that he doesn’t really go to church anymore. His mama would be livid if he skipped this too. Sam drags himself out of bed and into some sweatpants as Just The Two Of Us begins to echo down the hallway.

Most Sundays about now, he and Steve would be crashing through the front door after a run, ready for showers and breakfast before Steve heads out to see Peggy. But Steve is on a mission, so Sam slept in. He’d been up late watching flight tape, biting his nails and working on some calculations to improve his turns. He wasn’t sitting up waiting for an update from Steve or Maria, nope. He’s totally not worried at all . Steve can handle himself. And Clint is there to watch his back. They’ll be fine. Nothing to worry about.

Sam shakes it off, flips on the coffee machine and breaks out the cleaning supplies.

An hour later, Sam is on his knees, scrubbing at the baseboards and absolutely hitting all those notes with Anita. As he stretches to dunk his sponge in the bucket nearby, he’s startled by a wolf whistle behind him. He glances over his shoulder to find Natasha sitting on his kitchen island, legs swinging and a glint in her eye.

“Sweet Love indeed,” she leers.

Sam laughs and hangs his head. “Good morning to you too, Nat.”

He stands and stretches, still humming along. He holds a hand out for her, pulling her off the island when she takes it. She grins as she slides into his arms and the two of them dance around the kitchen. Sam continues to sing along and throws in a hip swivel or two to pull another laugh from his friend. Sam spins her a final time as the song fades into another classic. He reaches around her to grab a new sponge from the pack on the counter and hands it to her.

“Oh, I have to earn my dances, do I?”

“Them's the rules,” he shrugs. “The steps need washing. There’s another bucket under the sink.”

“Of course you wash your steps,” she snorts but moves toward the sink anyway.

Sam smiles, turns the music up and shuffles back to his own bucket.

Hours later the two of them are reclined on his couch, swapping stories while they wait for dinner to finish, Minnie Ripperton serenading in the background. The house smells faintly of Clorox and Comet, so the windows are thrown open despite the chill in the air.

“So there I am trying to subdue this wailing First Lady who still thinks I’m here to assassinate her wife. I can’t remember the Portuguese word for decoy and Steve is still blowing up my phone, begging me to save him from this blind date that I didn’t even set him up on!” Natasha huffs, taking another swig of her beer. “He ignores every person I’ve ever suggested and listened to Clint . Clint , Sam! And don’t get me wrong, Clint’s great on a mission and I trust him with my life, but let��s just say that his romantic intuition is beyond questionable. No one has any idea how he landed Laura, including him. So who knows what kind of rando he’s set Steve up with, and my Barranquenho is beyond rusty, so I just gave up, knocked her out, signaled for extraction and called Steve pretending to be his elderly neighbor with a cat stuck in a tree.”

Sam laughs, getting up to check on the chicken and dumplins and waving her forward when he deems it ready. “Oh, the number of times I had to play troubled brother, needy roommate or jealous lover to get Riley out of a bad date. Ri was smart but he had the worst taste, good God. Myself excluded, of course.”

Natasha raises a brow and eyes him as he ladles the soup into bowls. “Were you not a jealous lover?”

“Sometimes a lover. Never really jealous.” Sam settles into one of the bar stools and slides a bowl in front of Nat. “Riley and I were… complicated, but we were never exclusive. He was my best friend before anything. The rest was just extra.”

Natasha hums, picking up her spoon. “That actually makes a lot of sense.”

Sam isn’t sure what that’s supposed to mean but brushes it off to dig in. They eat for a few minutes before Sam breaks the silence. “Is that why you haven’t tried to set me up with anyone? You think I’m still in love with Riley?” He’s squinting at her, grinning like he’s found the final piece of a puzzle.

Nat stares at him. “Uh, no?”

Sam huffs. “Oh come on, Nat. We all know meddling is your love language. You’ve been pushing Bruce and Thor together for months. I know you’ve given up on Steve, and for good reason, the boy is hopeless. But here I am, single as shit, and you’ve never even mentioned it. What gives?”

Natasha looks him up and down, incredulous and laughs out loud. “Oh God, you don’t know. You really have no idea.”

“What?” Sam asks. Nat keeps laughing. “Natasha!!! What is it?” He chucks his balled-up napkin at her chest, unsurprised when she bats it away even with her eyes closed. Sam makes a big show of sighing as he gathers their dishes and dumps them in the sink.

“Some friend you are. I let you into my home--”

“I let myself in.”

“I danced with you--”

“You made me earn it!”

“I even made you dinner--”

“I helped!”

“And still you mock me! After all we’ve been through! I am shocked, and appalled, and hurt!” Sam pushes on. Natasha snickers, lets him stew in his fake indignation for a bit. Next thing he knows, she’s sliding in next to him at the sink.

“Sam. I didn’t just stop pestering Steve because he’s hopeless. That’s nothing new. I stopped because he met you.”

Sam opens his mouth, freezes and closes it again. Natasha laughs at him. Again.

“Yeah, you go sit down and think on that for a while. I got the dishes.” She takes the sponge, nudges him back to his stool, and pours far too much dish soap into the basin.

Sam sits back in his chair and takes a couple gulps of his beer. “You mean..”

Natasha snorts again but doesn’t turn from the sink.

“So he… and I…. my best friend…OH… huh.”

“There it is.”

“So it's not because you’re secretly in love with me. He is.”

Natasha whips around and chucks the dish sponge at him, catching the giddy smile on his face. “You’re a menace.”

Just then the front door opens and Steve’s voice rings through the house. “Sam? I’m home!”

Sam shoots up in his seat, unashamed and eager. “In the kitchen!” They can hear Steve unloading his gear in the hall closet.

Nat grins and leans over to press a kiss to Sam’s forehead. She starts heading for the back door. “Thanks for dinner. Don’t think I’ll stay for the show.”

Sam catches her arm as she walks past, “Thank you. Tell Clint I said hi.”

She chucks him on the chin and then she’s gone.

Steve wanders into the kitchen, brushing against Sam in greeting and mumbling about being tired and dinner smelling great.

Sam smiles. He loves Sundays.

<3 thanks @samstevebingo

#sam wilson #Steve Rogers #SamSteve #Sam x Steve #SamSteve Bingo #onyourleftbingo

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nevermindthewind · 5 years

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the beach house on crack: a love island au

alright lads so basically i’ve been binge watching love island and got to thinking about how jake and amy would be if they were in the villa bc you know it’d be spicy af so naturally i called up my resident brit @fourdrinkamy and the two of us wrote up some (4k words of) headcanons!!! If you dont watch love island then 1) culture yourself 2) it’s a british reality tv show that’s like a better version of the bachelor

“The premise of Love Island is simple. A group of attractive 20-somethings are made to couple up and share a bed—regardless of whether they have a romantic connection—in a villa on the Spanish island of Majorca. New cast members and challenges are introduced to make things difficult and they are made to recouple.” - time.com (oh + the winning couple gets £50k)

keep reading below the cut for some reality tv/brooklyn nine nine madness!!!

· so jake and amy are part of the original ten in the villa, obvs, along with charles, terry, gina, sharon and rosa and a few other randos who we don’t care about

· when jake comes in amy thinks he’s cute in a goofy sort of way but she doesn’t step forward (therefore admitting she would want to couple up with him) bc she wants to keep her options open and what not but jake thinks shes a BABE so he decides to couple with her anyway

She’s not mad about it though, he seems like a good time

charles choses rosa and she is Not Pleased bc he seems like a goober (he is)

Terry picks sharon and they become like the jack and dani of the season (kinda)

· Charles and jake instantly bond and have one of the best bromances in love island history

· Gina is the biggest pot stirrer the island’s ever seen and is constantly trying to get terry away from sharon but he doesn’t ever budge

· within the first few days its clear to amy they’re just gonna be buddies but that’s fine bc while he likes orange soda in his cereal and is possibly the messiest man she’s ever met he’s really funny and they’re really good at all the different competitions and she’s got the perfect wingman for when mr. right does come around!

· jake doesn’t mind either bc amy’s super chill and also wants to join the police academy so they can talk cop movies which is dope and also they smoke the competition when it comes to challenges

· Amy loves that they get given water bottles and forces Jake to drink it in its entirety x3 daily

· The first set of new guys/girls comes into the villa and while amy and jake both try neither of them feel anything so at the first recoupling Amy chooses to stay with jake so they both can stay and try to find someone

Rosa choses the new guy marcus much to charles’ disappointment

· jake gets everyone in the villa to start making title of your sex tape jokes and it becomes a running joke and the public gets it trending on twitter

· Over the course of the next week or so they have become each other’s best friend in the villa and often find themselves hanging out one on one even when they don’t have to, to the point where everyone else is questioning whether they actually like each other or not

· The islanders get a text from the producers (“I GOT A TEXT”) saying each couple has to pick two other couples they think are the least compatible and whoever has the most votes will get dumped from the villa, but even though jake and amy are in a friendship couple the rest of the couples think they have such good chemistry they don’t receive a single vote

· jake’s thinking the same thing and confides in charles after a few drinks and charles convinces him to say something to her

Charles is already a self-defined “melt” for jake & amy

THATS WHEN TEDDY COMES INTO THE ISLAND dun dun dun

Amy’s instantly drawn to teddy and everyone is excited bc she finally found someone she’s interested in

“He’s 100% my type on paper”

jake is genuinely happy for her ( “how do i look? Is this lipstick too much?” “you look great, ames”) but at the same time is a sad lil puppy

That night they recouple and amy chooses teddy and the public are sad bc jake and amy belong together!!!!!

Gina recouples with jake to keep him around bc she’s his mate le duh

amy’s all excited that night because she finally has someone to cuddle with but teddy just??? rolls over and goes to bed??? uh okay…

Also he snores. Big time.

Charles brings his sleep apnea machine and between that and teddy’s snores no one can sleep

On the brightside no one can hear the couples who are ~doing bits~

(A/N to clarify: in the villa, everyone sleeps in the same room which has six double beds & you share a bed with whoever you happen to be ‘coupled up’ with at the time)

· The jimmy jabs is totes one of the competitions they do and jake lets amy (and therefore teddy) win bc he knows how bad she wants it……and because he still likes her

· The heist, on the other hand, is something jake comes up with on his own and eventually everyone in the villa starts swiping things from each other

· Eventually this super hot girl sophia enters the villa and jake is SMITTEN

Jake in the interview room: “Looks like the gods have finally answered my prayers…”

iain the narrator: “Yes, the gods. Or, our producers wanted a bit of action so they asked our intern to find out your type.”

· Pimento enters the villa the same time as sophia and he and rosa are instantly drawn to each other and poor marcus doesnt stand a chance

They become co-presidents of the do bits society within like a day, even doing it in the middle of the day

Jake walks in on them doing it TWICE in one day and just silently backs out of the room, it’s not like he needed sun cream anyway

· sophia gets to pick two guys to take on a date and one of them is jake and amy is v jealous bc teddy is a dud (not that she’s going to admit that to anyone apart from in the talking head…just yet)

“I just don’t get what he sees in her honestly? Oh god…am i jealous of sophia?! Noooooo…”

Iain the narrator: “Yessssssss…”

· Amy’s been trying to get to know teddy, but it turns out the guy is a total snoozefest, which she tells gina and rosa one day while they’re getting ready

“All he ever talks about is pilsners. I dont even like pilsners!!!”

“Also, I dunno if you guys noticed this but the guy wears mesh underwear. Like why? Is it medical? How do you even ask that?!”

· Jake and sophia immediately hit it off and in the same episode it becomes v clear amy is over teddy and his lack of a personality

Theres a recoupling where boys pick and jake picks sophia and teddy picks amy but amy is Not Pleased

· A group of the islanders (led by Jake) creates a game where they take a shot every time Teddy chooses a pilsner to drink

charles is pissed by like six pm

· UH OH THERES A KISSING CHALLENGE

The islanders play snog marry pie, so basically the boys line up in a line and the girls pick a boy to make out with and one they’d want to marry (and one they want to throw a literal pie in their face)

Sophia snogs jake ofc and then says she’d marry some rando (again who we don’t care about)

Amy, however, chooses to marry teddy - “i’m marrying you because i think we’d have cute babies who would go to code camp” - AND KISSES JAKE. jake is surprised but also not upset?? And when amy pulls away jake seems to lean in for more!!!

Cut to sophia in the talking head like “HANG ON. why did she kiss jake and why did he look like he was going in for more???”

Sophia gets pissed off at jake who’s genuinely confused

“It was just a game?? Like i’dve kissed anyone bc that’s literally the game”

“Yes jake but you clearly went for more. And you didn’t have to slip your tongue into her mouth.”

Jake tries to clear his name but sophia’s not having it

“If you liked amy you should’ve just told me, not made out with her in front of me and the whole damn country”

She storms off after that leaving jake alone on the swinging couch

Cut to jake smiling in the talking head: “amy kissed me…”

NEXT TIME ON LOVE ISLAND…

Just kidding i don’t have enough follow through to make two posts so we’re just gonna do it all now

· After all that ~drama~ sophia goes to sleep on the couch but jake, ever the gentleman, tells her he’ll take the couch and she can sleep in the bed

Teddy and amy still share a bed…i mean it’s not like they cuddled before anyway…

· Everyone in the villa gives jake crap for his bedhead and amy crap for her old lady glasses

Jake def makes the glasses/penis comment and iain makes some snarky narrator remark

· Jake and Amy kinda dance around each other most of the day and then they hear Gina announce “I GOT A TEEEEEXXXXXT”

“Islanders, tonight there will be a recoupling. The girls will choose their partner. The remaining boy with be dumped from the villa immediately. #choosewisely”

Everyone in the villa immediately turns to jake and amy

· After a proper gassing up from gina, rosa, and charles jake finally goes over to amy

“Hey ames, can we go for a chat?”

Amy tucks her hair behind her ears as she gets up heheheh

Gina, rosa and charles don’t even try to hide the fact that they’re watching the entire conversation unfold from their spot on the day bed

· They go to the hanging couch (the best spot in the villa in my humble opinion) and jake finally tells her how he feels!!!!

“Look, i dont wanna be a jerk…I know you’re coupled up with teddy and it’s going really well. It’s just…”

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know what’s going to happen at this recoupling and I think I’d be pissed with myself if I didn’t say this. I kinda wish something could happen between us…romantic stylez. And i know it probably will never happen because you’re happy in your couple but…”

· Before either of them can say anything more they’re cut off by terry announcing he has a text!!!

“Islanders, it is now time for the recoupling. Whichever boy is not chosen to recouple will be dumped from the villa immediately.”

Jake and amy just kinda stare at each other for a few seconds before amy finally gets up wordlessly and walks to the bonfire

· In classic love island fashion, amy has to choose her boy last, so it’s down to just teddy and jake. Whoever she doesn’t pick has to leave the villa.

Everyone, e v e r y o n e is visibly stressed. Charles is full on crying, and rosa is clutching pimento’s hand so hard it may or may not break by the end of the night

Teddy, god bless him, looks completely at ease. Jake keeps scratching the back of his neck and wringing his hands

· Finally amy takes a deep breath.

“I chose this boy because…he makes me laugh. He’s a good friend, and he knows me better than anyone in the villa. Also – he’s probably gonna make fun of me for saying this – but he’s, like, really fit. I don’t know, I just would be so, so sad if he left the villa. And I want to give us a chance to go beyond friends.”

At this point the camera flips to jake who is giving her the smallest, sweetest smile and then to teddy who’s finally catching on.

“The boy I choose is…”

*dramatic-ass pause*

“Jake.”

· THE MUSIC SWELLS. JAKE WALKS OVER TO HER AND GIVES HER THE SWEETEST KISS. EVERYONE CRIES, EVEN ROSA.

Amy smiles as they pull apart.

“So, a lot of change around here, huh?”

He kisses her again. :’)

· The first night they sleep together they don’t kiss but they do spoon

Jake is almost always the little spoon and at first he gets crap from the other boys when they see this but he doesn’t care because being the little spoon is the best!!!!! He gets to wake up in amys arms like hellooooo

· Amy and jake are surprisingly affectionate??? Not in a weird way like charles and genevieve but amy just always seems to have a hand on his knee or what have you

For the record, amy was NEVER like that with teddy.

· Amy has a STRICT no-sex rule in the bedroom bc hello they are on national television her abuela could be watching!!!! + it would be super weird to do bits in the same room as charles…of course jake completely and utterly respects this and doesn’t even question it. If he has to go 6 weeks without sex even though he’s sharing a bed every night with the hottest girl he’s ever seen then so be it

· UNTIL it’s announced via text that The Hideaway (a private area/bedroom in the villa away from everyone else but still not the cameras Obviously this is love island) is open and the islanders get to choose a couple to stay there for the night. Having had to put up with their blossoming love and flirting 24 fucking 7 everyone else unanimously screams “jake and amy!!!! It has to be Jake and amy!!!!” and they just grin at each other

· The bed is so big and covered in rose petals & there happens to be a very handy bowl of condoms on the bedside table…at first they just talk about how nice it is to get some alone time and just hang out….which of course turns to kissing and then making out and then………under the covers they go (for those who don’t actually watch the show it’s literally like seeing sims wahooing but irl) (maybe we see a cheeky black and white shot of amy moaning)

· The next morning amy wakes up with the BIGGEST grin on her face and her hair all mussed, and she kisses jake awake “morning, baby” and he immediately pulls her into him and kisses her back

Jake’s talking head: “Last night? Last night was….it was amazing. Stupid good. That’s all I’m going to say.” our boy!!! Cannot!!! Stop smiling!!!!

· When they get back to the main villa they naturally segregate into boys and girls and the guys immediately ask jake “how was your night? Did you get any??” “oh my god, did you FRENCH???” “charles, no nothing happened”

· (in true Jamie style) he goes over to the day beds with amy and lets her cuddle into his chest and asks if it’s okay if he tells people what happened in the hideaway - he’s a gentleman!!! And he’s always going to respect her boundaries!! Amy tells him of course that’s okay, people are going to find out anyway and that it’s really sweet of him to check with her…and she laughs to herself when jake goes back over to the boys and she hears charles scream “I KNEW YOU WERE GLOWING”

· Rosa and Gina casually-but-not-so-subtly ask amy “so did you shag? Tell us everything” and amy just smiles….rosa and gina look at each other like noice, they’re so proud of her!!

Rosa later confides in amy “the amy i knew two weeks ago would nEver have done that with Teddy…i’m happy for you, santiago”

· CASA AMOR. the boys have to sneak out of the villa (jake goes into full on spy mode rolling around on the carpet) and get shipped off to a separate one that has 6 new girls in it and then 6 new boys enter the old villa to shake things up (reality television at its absolute FINEST YALL)…the producers’ twist? Fucking Constantine Kane gets put in the girls’ villa - amy’s eyes widen out of their sockets when she sees her most random ex enter. He of course is still so in love with her, or so he claims, and tells her how excited he is to couple up with her and share a bed and win her over and get married and have babies with her. Amy naturally is like no way jose and spends the entire time trying to avoid him (with the help of rosa) hiding everywhere she can fit and sleeping on the sofa at night (and, also naturally, she worries that Sophia 2.0 is with jake right now and she realises it kind of makes her sick to her stomach thinking about jake kissing another girl….maybe she likes him even more than she thought she did?)

· Just to mess with him, jake gets a text that has a photo of constantine trying to kiss amy and poor bb gets beside himself with worry…

Jake’s talking head: “I mean Amy can do whatever she wants, I’m obviously not going to stop her from being with another person - we’ve only known each other for what a month…” [he looks away from the camera and rubs his face with his hand] “But I really like her…so it just kinda…sucks.”

· OBVIOUSLY he has nothing to worry about and his face!!!!!!!!! Just lights up in relief!!!!! When amy walks back into the og villa during the Most Dramatic recoupling without bringing back anyone from the new one!!! She rushes over to him and cups his face with her hands and kisses him hard in front of everyone

· “I missed you, you know” “I missed you too” “Hey I have to ask…that guy you were with-” “You saw that?” “I got sent a photo…nothing…nothing happened between you, right?” “Yes - I mean no. Things did happen. In the past, on the outside. But I was young and I regret it so much - i tried to avoid him the entire time in casa amor. Honestly all I could think about was how much i wanted to be hanging out with you” “really?” she moves to sit on his lap, wraps her arms around his next and kisses his cheek. “the only person i want to be in this villa with is you” “i could say the same thing about you, ames” and then they get straight back to kissing :’)))

Iain: “nope, that’s definitely not a tear in my eye”

· One morning the islanders wake up to the delightful sound of babies screaming bc you guessed it!! baby challenge!!! (i.e. towards the end of the summer, the couples are given plastic babies and have to look after them for a day)

Amy is SO excited and throws the covers off running towards the cribs (after Charles and Genevieve) screaming - “We made a baby! Oh my god I have a baby!” leaving a half-awake dazed and confused jake still in bed

Jake & Rosa eventually bother getting out of their respective beds, definitely not as excited as the rest of the villa, but jake will admit his heart flutters a little seeing amy cradling a plastic baby to her chest so attentively

“Jake! Look we have a little girl!” “awww she looks just like you, Ames” “we have to name her” “Nakatomi” jake answers immediately, to which amy whines “jaaaake take it seriously! I’m not having a daughter called Nakatomi” “fine, i’ll compromise on Holly”

At first jake is a little apprehensive about having this new Responsibility (and he’s not about to blurt out all his dad issues on national television) and so he keeps his distance and mainly lets amy take care of their new offspring in the morning (“amessss why does it keep crying?” “i cannot Believe you would call our baby it, peralta!”) That is until the girls get sent off on a Mommy’s Lunch, turning the villa into daddy day care….

He knows how much Amy loves this little baby so he decides he is going to take this seriously and it doesn’t take long for him to realise that??? This is kinda fun??? He takes Holly on strolls in her buggy around the villa and plays with her in the pool with charles and terry and (tugging at the public’s heart) sits on a day bed with her and tells her just how awesome her mummy is

When amy gets back, her heart completely MELTS at the sight of her new bf with their little one……and they end up talking about how they’re the best parents in the entire villa nay the world (“our kid is WAY cuter than terry and sharon’s” “oh for SURE”) & then of course win the challenge

· For the Final Date extravaganza they go on a helicopter ride and ngl even Amy is beside herself with excitement…they’ve spent the last 6 weeks talking about their favourite action films etc. and now it’s like they’re in one! They definitely act like literal children/real cops pretending they’re on a manhunt for a fugitive (instead of appreciating the view like normal people)

They get treated to a romantic dinner afterwards followed by dancing with live musicians and that’s when they FINALLY say those 3 words to each other….(well 5 if you count “noice, smort”)

· AND THE WINNER IS…..jake and amy obviously this is a b99 x love island au :’) they’re so sweet and humble about it & amy makes jake promise on live national television that he’s not just going to spend all their cash prize on sneakers. They each end up with over a million followers on their instagrams, where they regularly post photos of each other on date night/ at premieres/ evenings at home…and also video sagas of them pranking each other which starts with amy pieing jake’s face unexpectedly and escalates into fake proposals and frozen shoes….and maybe some *light* tasering

· Of course they end up getting married for realz and a baby announcement follows not too long after that…they are utterly the nation’s sweethearts (and Charles keeps doing interviews to the press saying he’s the one who brought them together in the villa from the beginning)

#ive never been more proud of a piece of work than i am of this #fic #my writing #headcanon #peraltiago

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melodiouswhite · 4 years

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Classic literature vine compilation - Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde pt. 07

Hyde: Before I was moving, I was going to give each one you a gift, but I want you to have them anyway. *Hands out presents*

Utterson: Why, Hyde, how sweet!

Lanyon: Oh, boy, you shouldn't have! :D

Jekyll: *unpacks his present* Oh, Edward, this is so lovely and so familiar! *holds up a grey bowler* This is mine! I thought the hatter lost it!

Hyde: I told you he lost it! I took it, I needed something to go with my blue jacket!

Lanyon: *opens his own present* This is MY blue jacket!

Hyde: I know! It goes great with-

Utterson: *flatly* -My gold watch.

Hyde: Well, enjoy and be healthy! *runs off*

Lanyon: I wonder, if he's seen my cane with the ivory handle.

Utterson: You know, I haven't been able to find my silver locket.

Jekyll: *stands up* Come on, I think it's time to search his flat again.

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Fruit Seller: You're crazy! This nectarine is beautiful, I never saw a more perfect piece of fruit!

Alma: No? Then try kissing my behind!

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Jekyll: His love of life is so wonderful!

Hyde: No, it's not, you're just fucking suicidal.

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Alma: What an ordeal this ride was, I can't imagine anything more terrifying!

Sameer: *holds a silver plate to her face* Booga, booga, booga. -_-

Alma: …

Lady Summers: *sighs*

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Lanyon: I can't sleep and it can't be the coffee, because all I drink here is decaf! … Right?

Sameer: *innocently* Of course! Ü

Sameer: Why don't I bring a nice soda in to pick you up?

Lanyon: … *suspiciously* Alright, but make sure it's caffeine-free!

Sameer: Of course! Ü *takes out the normal Soda, as soon as Lanyon is gone*

---

Poole, to the ceiling: *exasperated* Oh God, is there a bigger buffoon in this world?!

Hyde: *Bursts in* I came here as fast as I could!

Poole: …

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Young!Jekyll: So, tell me, Hastie: what did you do to kill the day, before I came along?

Young!Lanyon: Well, truth be told, my life was a little empty. *smirks* But now I have a hobby!

Jekyll: *stands up* I loathe you.

Lanyon: *stands up* I despise you.

Jekyll: Prude.

Lanyon: Philanderer.

Jekyll: Ginger.

Lanyon: Himbo.

Jekyll & Lanyon: *angry kissing*

---

Jekyll, to Utterson: You have the right to remain sexy!

Utterson: …

Jekyll: Anything you say can and WILL make me bust a nut!

Utterson: O.o

---

Hyde: Hey there, demons! It's me, ya boy!

---

Jekyll: Hey there, little guy, I'm your dad!

Hyde: I gotta be ugly. -_-

Jekyll: What?

Hyde: Bring me a mirror.

Jekyll: *points him to the one in the corner*

Hyde: Now take it away, goddamn. -_-

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Lady Summers: Good morning, cruel world.

Jekyll: Don't you mean 'Goodbye'?

Lady Summers: No, I meant 'Good morning'. This world may be cruel, but I'm still kicking.

Jekyll: … Oh. *admiration intensifies*

---

Lady Summers: You get one on your knee from “tripping” and now this?!

Alma: Luise, for the last time, this is not a hickey! *points at her bruised elbow*

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Hyde: *is fighting with some random guy*

Alma: *jumps to his aid* I’ve got this, bro!

Alma, to the guy: This is why your sister is gonna die of consumption! D:<

Guy: *starts to cry*

Hyde: O_O

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Utterson: There is nothing that can make me really angry.

Someone: Your mother is a slut.

Utterson: *pulls out a gun* WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY????

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Hyde: Owo, owo, owo, owo, owo-

Jekyll: *holds a gun to his head*

Hyde: What are you doing?!

Jekyll: I'm taking myself hostage. Now stop that or I'll shoot myself.

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Some rando: *insults Lady Summers*

Lady Summers: *superior chill of superiority*

Rando: *insults her loved ones*

Lady Summers: Perish.

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Hyde, in a blanket: I no longer wish to adult. From now on I shall remain a cozy burrito. If you need me, I will be in my fluff top here.

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Utterson: *singing* Making my way back home, been a long day, time to see my-

Hyde: *comes running down the stairs*

Utterson: *singing* -fluffy dog, lalalala!

Hyde: *trips and rolls down the rest of the stairs*

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Jekyll: For so many years, I thought that something was wrong with me, that I was the black sheep, and I needed to change my personality.

Jekyll: And after a long time of consideration, I realised, who I was.

Jekyll: I'm a piece of shit. Ü

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Utterson, singing along to the radio: WHAT ABOUT US?

Jekyll: *bursts in to sing along*

Both: *singing* WHAT ABOUT EVERYTHING WE'VE BEEN THROUGH?

Utterson: *singing* WHAT ABOUT TRUST?

Jekyll: *singing* YOU KNOW I NEVER WANTED TO HURT YOUUUU!

Utterson: *singing* AND WHAT ABOUT MEEEE?

Lanyon: *snickering and filming in the background

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Hyde on 1st November: *throws the Halloween decoration out and starts to decorate for Christmas*

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Lady Summers, to Lanyon: Read the opposite of these words out loud. *points at a whiteboard*

Lanyon: What do you mean, the oppsite?

Lady Summers: Never …

Lanyon: Going.

Lady Summers: Yes.

Lanyon: To.

Lady Summers: Yes.

Lanyon: Give … you … up.

Lady Summers: *singing* NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UUUP-

Lanyon: *laughs*

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*different types of people shopping*

Edwina: *the cart rider*

Lady Summers: *the one who gets hella crisps*

Lanyon: *the mum said "put it back" - throw*

Jekyll: *the one who puts it in a random spot*

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Jekyll: Do you ever wake up and just think: Wow. What a beautiful day to be alive.

Jekyll: Just kidding. Fuck my life.

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Lady Summers: These are three life facts you need to know.

Lady Summers: Number one: If you want to have a conversation with your friend, you need to talk. Talking is when words come out of your mouth.

Lady Summers: Number two: If you don't smell good and you want to smell good, you need to shower. Showering is the only way to clean your body.

Lady Summers: Number three: If you want to brush your teeth, but only have a little bit of tooth paste left, run over the tube with your car and then throw it into the rubbish. Then go to the store and buy a brand new tube of tooth paste. Now it'll be so much easier to brush your teeth.

---

Lanyon: *singing* I used to be so fucking ugly, now look at me-

Lanyon: *singing* -I'm still really fucking ugly, it's clear to see-

Everyone else: LANYON, NO!!!!

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Young Jekyll, when Lanyon calls himself ugly: I'M GOING TO HAVE TO PUT ON YOUR BLOODY SUN GLASSES, BECAUSE I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO SEE THE AMOUNT OF BULLSHIT COMING FROM YOU!!!

Young Lanyon: …

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Jekyll's mother: A little birdie told me, that you don't respect the sanctity of marriage. Is that true, you spawn of Satan?! You spawn of POSSESSION?! I BANISH THEE TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL! BEGONE, SATAN!!! *throws a book at Jekyll*

Young Jekyll: *runs away*

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Jekyll: It all started, when my parents' increasingly high expectations met my crippling internalised fear of failure. Then they met my nature. Then the declining economy and impending recession met my college education. And they'd meet my student debt. Then my student debt met my mental health problem. And they made insomnia. Then this morning my insomnia met four cups of coffee. Ü

Jekyll: Hi. My name is Henry and I'm about to shit my inexpressibles. ^^

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Utterson, if he was bi: If you're a woman, you might want to keep scrolling, unless you want to get a lady boner. In three … two … one …

Utterson: *proceeds to wash dishes, cook dinner and clean the house*

Edwina: … I'm suddenly sad that you're married.

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Young Lady Summers, to her father: I'm going out for lunch today. ^^

Margrave Alexander v.H.(her father): Are you going somewhere?

Lady Summers: A-a rendezvous … o///o

M.A.: This is an emergency! Alright … take this. *holds up his swordcane*

Lady Summers: Papa?! e_o

M.A.: Oh, sorry. Would this work better? ^^ *holds up his hunting rifle*

Lady Summers: No! That's not necessary!

M.A.: No, no. I'll be going, too! Ü

Lady Summers: YOU DON'T HAVE TO COME!!! Q_Q

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*Types of kids in class*

Alma: *kid always sleeping*

Lady Summers: *the kid in a wheelchair*

Hyde: *the creeper*

Lanyon: *the heartbroken guy*

Utterson: *the girl in love*

Jekyll: *the depressed kid*

#The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde #Dr. Jekyll #henry jekyll #Mr. Hyde #edward hyde #Mr Utterson #Gabriel John Utterson #utterson #Hastie Lanyon #dr lanyon #oc #sources: tictoc and vine compilations on YouTube and my head

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galaxiasus said: 👫 hi raihan and piers

@galaxiasus ↪ PROMPT!

raihan is usually the one who intrudes upon piers, randomly showing up on spikemuth’s doorstep with sandaconda wrapped around his body clinging to him and an apple in his mouth casually like hey what’s up dude i’m coming in, gently pushes aside some rando team yell grunt in front of him with his index finger. he’s not literally intrusive, though, he makes himself scarce when something is going on or piers is busy, but he does drop by a lot unannounced and will just greet him and go if he needs to. it’s not like it takes long to visit him so he may as well. what i’m getting at is piers prob sees this loser every other day SINCE SOMEONE!!!! WON’T GET!!! THEIR ASS!!! ON SOCIAL MEDIA!!! TO TALK TO HIM!!! forcing him to go to you in person ... is this the STONE AGE.... that said, sometimes it IS the other way around and piers probably shows up at hammerlocke. it always surprises raihan, but he’s thrilled about it. he’ll make time for piers whether he’s busy or not.

i’ve already mentioned it here & there, but piers is one of two people who can really get raihan to put down his phone and actually pay attention to him. the other is leon because obvs he’s close friends with him, but even then sometimes he brushes leon off (albeit humorously.) if piers is around, he’s more likely to have raihan’s attention than his fans are and even though he’ll still take photos & videos & whatever, it’s for fun more than anything else. he likes documenting, very “pictures are worth a thousand words” mindset. piers doesn’t even have to ask him to put it down ever, really. while he’ll still check his updates from time to time, he’ll mostly put it away on his own. especially if they’re outside or setting up camp together to cook for their teams, which he likes to do anyways just for fun. not pictured: all our conversations about raihan literally getting up and ditching an interview mid-filming to chase after piers if he sees him around KJNMHKJHNM. really though if he sees an event as special enough or even if piers requested it of him, he wouldn’t even bring his phone along if they went somewhere together or if piers just needed / wanted some time with his attention safely / solely on him. when raihan doesn’t have his phone on him, he gets a lot Softer, too, even though he’s always a little big of a smug tease.

piers probably fucking dies with raihan even if he starts getting used to him because he isn’t just a spur-of-the-moment romantic, he’s also super physically affectionate and a deep kisser idk how else to word that i’m KJNHM. when raihan kisses piers, it’s 1. completely out of nowhere without any indication it’s going to happen because he’s very spontaneous, 2. extremely clingy which absolutely means 90% of the time he’s not just leaning down to kiss him, he’s hecking PULLING HIM INTO A REALLY TIGHT HUG AND BEING SUPER EXTRA ABOUT IT, 3. not one for simple pecks (usually!!) when he goes for it he REALLY goes for it just... very sudden, deep, hard, tight embraced kisses .... obviously there are exceptions i’m not saying he’s NEVER soft or that he doesn’t do quick touch-and-go pecks or anything like that EVER, those are just more rare and tend to be in “read the room” situations where he’ll prob be less spontaneous anyways. since he also has no filter on PDA, the amount of people who have seen him kiss piers is prob absolutely wild too. raihan kisses him in the middle of a final battle or something, leon and the other gym leaders and the entire galar region nod sagely, exchanging money on the bets they took for when it would happen bc it was GONNA happen at some point during the event KJNHM. marnie is somewhere holding her head in her hands out of secondhand embarrassment. so it goes.

raihan is a bit of a secret romantic behind how smug he is, although he doesn’t let it show very often. he likes to do sentimental things and that part of his personality mostly shines through when he’s interacting with pokemon, whether they be wild / belonging to others / or his own. even though he’s not the greatest cook, he’ll go out of his way to make curry that his team will like and sometimes he’ll bring some over to piers to share with his team, as well. he takes an interest in dark type pokemon once his visits to spikemuth become more frequent. he takes time to get to know each pokemon that piers has and sometimes brings them little gifts once he’s started figuring out a pokemon’s personality. what berries they like, if they like any particular items, etc. but he also does this with piers, hence the romanticism. the more he starts to understand piers, the more often he’ll occasionally bring a gift over for him. usually it’s topical stuff, like things he can use for music / songwriting / etc. other times it’s really silly, like scrunchies with dumb patterns on them for his hair or just some sweets he tried at the cafe and thought it was so good he wanted to share it. he’ll even bring something for marnie sometimes and pass it on to piers to give to her if she isn’t in town at the time. he’d literally buy flowers for piers at some point tbqh. looking at him one wouldn’t expect it, but he just likes all that cheesy stuff & being involved in the world of someone he loves ??? soft.

bonus: raihan learning to appreciate the simplicity of not dynamaxing pokemon and enjoying piers’ style of battling. he constantly tells piers that one day he’s going to beat him in the finals and when he manages that, he wants the two of them to convince leon to do a double battle against them together.

bonus x 2: piers saying i love you aloud may be a little rare, but with raihan it is not. he says it often. loudly or quietly. energetically and calmly, when need be. in front of others and alone. when piers needs to hear it and when he doesn’t.

bonus x 3: since sb won't hecking invest in social media and texting skills, raihan communicates with piers back and forth via bird mail just shove a letter in a pelipper's beak and pray i guess. you: piers will send him letters just to tell him he's feeling sad. me: bitch i raise you raihan sending him a letter just to say good morning & good night don't fucking teST me.

#galaxiasus #i always do more than 4 with this meme #every single time #i can't shut up w headcanons #anyways enjoy dumpster diving life u baby #「 galaxiasus | piers/raihan ❛ ◟ in the rain humming melodies‚ every word you write or sing is so warm to me. 」#「 raihan ❛ ◟ feels just like i don't try‚ looks so good i might die. 」#「 headcanon. 」

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Recap: “Ouroboros” 14-14

Hey everyone! In an effort to get the recap out in a timely fashion, I'm trying something new. I'm doing it live-blog style and adding gifs already available on Tumblr as I format it for posting. Making pics with captions and photoshopping is super slow and laborious on my ancient computer. Just that part of the recaps usually takes 8-10 hours to do. In a recap that has a LOT of graphics, it might take 12.

THEN!

Ooh I've apparently missed more episodes than I realized. Veronica Cartwright, who's one of my favorite character actresses ever, brought Jack back to life.

But with like... dire consequences, as per yoozh.

NOW!

Raton, New Mexico. Hey I've been there! I was driving to Colorado when I was 19 and we hit Raton riiiiight before we had to start driving up a narrow mountain road... when an ice storm hit... and I, a Texan who'd never driven over so much as an ice cube, thought I was going to kill us all.

Anyway it's nice to see an episode start somewhere in the Southwest for a change of pace.

This music is super cute. Someone let me know what it is? Also, I don't know who this guy is but he knows how to chop vegetables. I like him already! Oh... oh wait. There's a dead man on his kitchen island and the knife guy is harvesting his organs for dinner. Sorry, my dude, but I only have room in my heart for one cannibal

Oh he's got some lizard eyes on him, too. That's also a deal breaker. Somehow his repto-vision allows him to sense that the Winchesters are coming for him, so he grabs his pet snake Felix and sneaks away.

The episode is titled "Ouroboros," and I can't see that word without thinking of the episode of Red Dwarf where the people found the cardboard box with Lister in it. They misread the word as "Our Rob, or Ross." Shout out to the handful people following me who know what I'm talking about.

The Winchesters show up. Oh hey Castiel and Jack are with them, too! Snake Boy didn't see that. "Oh no," Cas says, despairing at the scene in the kitchen. I know. A wasted pasta dinner! Also a dead body.

Sam and Dean are frustrated that they've failed to catch this guy yet again. How is anyone not barfing at the smell of fried human liver? Have they become inured to it because of all the flaming hunter funerals? That's probably it.

"My money's on witchcraft," Dean grumbles. Rowena walks up behind him like

Oh ho ho why's she so flirtatious with Castiel? What did I miss there? Well he seems as confused as I am, and less titillated. Maybe nothing happened and she's just someone with eyes who happens to see how cute he is.

Everyone wonders why the victim, like all the other victims, appears not to have fought back. I mean, there's a lot of nihilism these days. Maybe it's a case of "fuck it, if this guy doesn't kill me the climate change will." Jack finds a freshly shed snake skin on the floor.

They wonder if the victim had pet snakes but think he doesn't seem the type. Like, I know a stay-at-home suburban mom with multiple snakes so I don't think there's just one type of herp enthusiast. Jack starts coughing and everyone's like

Jack assures them he's not dying again but he probably is.

Rowena notices there's a blackish powder around the victim's lips. The others tell her the other victims had something similar but they ignored it so that Dean and Rowena could look back and forth at each other with their best So Done faces.

As funny as the exchange is, I do so hate plot-necessitated dumbness. There's no way they wouldn't have looked into the black powder on all the victims' faces.

Sam and Rowena do some research in the motel de la nuit, which has a fabulous Missoni-inspired wallpaper. Man I wouldn't mind having some of that! Anyway, she's curious about Jack being not-dead and Dean keeping an archangel locked up in his head somehow. Sam doesn't want to talk about it.

Meanwhile, Jack's in the bathroom having one of those Moulin Rouge coughing fits. Has anyone thought of like... getting the kid some Robitussin? He uses a small amount of power to heal his cough. I think Veronica Cartwright warned against this in the previouslies.

Dean's growing a mite weary and still thinks their inevitable option is going to be the magic coffin. Cas's face goes

Castiel tiredly explains what the word "liturgical" means when Jack and Dean give him confused looks. I mean I guess Jack might not know, but Dean should sure as heck know.

When they get back to the motel, Rowena says they're dealing with a Gorgon. "Like Medusa!" Dean pipes up. Oh I bet this leads to a Clash of the Titans jok---and there it is. They blah blah blah about how eating human eyes allows a Gorgon to see the future and evade capture. "So even if we use your tracking spell, he'll know," Cas says. Why do they assume it's a man when the Gorgons have always been depicted as shes?

So Snake Boy approaches a guy outside a truck stop and asks for help. "I'd find a way to pay you back." He turns the flirting up about ten notches and the trucker shiftily tells him to get inside. They kiss and the trucker is slowly paralyzed. Oh noooo I have a dozen things to say about queer villainy and victimization but I'm live blogging so remind me to come back to it.

Cas's hair is high as hell today. Remember there was this whole plot a while back about how Heaven is running out of power because there are so few angels? Maybe he's powering Heaven with his hair.

Noah, that's apparently the Gorgon's name, has left a note on the body for Dean. "I see you standing alone reading this note," NUH UH he's standing with Cas. He warns Dean to stop chasing him. "Why doesn't he mention me?" Cas asks. Right?? "Maybe you're not his type," Dean says. Cas rolls his eyes upward but the low-hanging fruit is practically on the ground.

After a confab with Sam and Rowena, they work out a plan for Cas and Jack to go after Noah since they seem to be invisible to him. They just need some anti-venom in case the Gorgon tries to poison them. Or just tell them not to kiss the guy? Maybe they don't know kissing is how he

OH MY FUCKING GOD ROWENA TURNS JACK INTO A VERY TINY DOG AND RUSHES HIM TO THE VET WITH SAM AND HE LOOKS LIKE A MUPPET

Jack the dog gets a thermometer up the butt... Then the vet or tech or whoever she is just... leaves him on the exam table unattended. That's not remotely what happens at clinics but whatever. As soon as Jack is alone, he turns back into a person with all his clothes on. I don't know why that seems more unrealistic to me than him turning into a dog, period.

He finds the anti-venom, makes a joke about his poor butt, and then Sam and Rowena have a conversation in the parking lot about how he was brought back to life. Then the vet runs out and confronts them!

Just kidding, they talk as long as they want without ever being discovered.

Noah's got his latest victim tied up somewhere. He says he finds more men to eat because women are more cautious. True dat. He kept the guy alive long enough to blah blah for a while but now he gives him a smooch on the cheek to paralyze him.

Rowena casts a locator spell... Why wouldn't Noah be able to see her and know something is up? Only the angelic ones are invisible to him. Oh my word Castiel kicks open the door VERY forcefully and I'm like

But wait... first he knocked. Why did he knock first? You know what let's just move on. Castiel goes and de-venomizes the latest victim. For some reason nobody's cutting off Noah's head yet so he just goes on talking. Something about a snake and some chicken eggs. Even Castiel is like, "Why are you telling this story??" And Noah, looking at Jack, goes, "Because I can't tell if he's the chicken or the snake."

Fisticuffs attempt to ensue! Lolol it's briefly a slap fight. Noah kisses Cas on the cheek. This is the most unrealistic part of this episode. Why would you kiss some rando trucker on the mouth and not this guy.

Hm there's still 15 minutes left. For some reason, the anti-venom doesn't work on Cas, so Jack has to use some of his powers. Maybe you should have tried giving him more of it first but whatever.

LOL they drive all the way from New Mexico to Kansas with unconscious Dean and rush him into the med bay. It's at least an eight hour drive! Maggie's like, "I'll get some ice!" It's been at least eight hours! Why didn't they just bring him to a regular hospital?? Nothing supernatural happened to him! He got his head wanged!

Jack is pretty upset about the prospect of Dean dying but Cas seems... philosophical about it. Maybe he knows they got renewed for season 15 and isn't too worried.

Oh Dean's awake and everything's fine! Just kidding he's on a rampage knocking everything over. Someone tell Maggie to forget the ice. He's in a rage because he "let his guard down" and now Michael has left. I mean... you were knocked out by a plot contrivance, my dude. Don't be too hard on yourself.

Oh shiiiit Michael's gone and killed everyone in the bunker. Not any of the main characters, obviously, but everyone else. Oh double shiiiiiit he's got Rowena as a vessel now. Wait. Why would she have said yes to him?

Ah...Michael paid her a little visit in her mind and said he'd kill everyone she cares about. She's loath to admit it but she does care for these people. Well, the main characters, at least.

Oh my gosh I love Ruth Connell. This is my fave version of Michael yet. Too bad it won't last!

Jack decides to use his powers to save everyone even if it means dying! Except he doesn't die because it's only March. He forces Michael out of Rowena, then sucks down the evacuated grace like

Everything goes quiet. Everyone's like... wtf? what?? the fuck??? They wait on pins and needles to see what happened to Jack. Jack's like, "I'm me again!" with the glowing flame eyes and the shadow wings. The music makes this seem very ominous. Maybe it means he doesn't have a soul anymore. Either way he seems very powerful again so good luck getting a rectal thermometer into him now.

Wait... why was this episode called Ouroboros when it was an entirely different snake thing? Ohhh maybe it was Jack eating/using his own powers to help himself? Let's say it's that.

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floggingink · 6 years

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Riverdale, “Chapter Thirty-Eight: As Above, So Below”

Day At Least Seven Solitary Coif: struggling

Alice’s thigh: stunning

Sexy, aesthetic Southside: FP’s jellybean tattoo: incredibly, tenderly sad

Certified pedigree: “I’m glad the Farm opened you up to the possibility of us”: either Alice thought about this to herself, or she (absolutely) asked the rest of her cult what they thought. what they THOUGHT about her sleeping with FP again. “What d’you think, girls?” Alice wine clubbed FP Jones’s dick!

who has more game, FP or Jughead? FP a) is a grown man, b) is oftentimes gainfully employed (I’ve forgotten if he’s employed right now), c) is strong enough to carry a high school boy out of the woods, d) was VERY smooth with his seemingly instinctual “Then don’t. Tell him,” e) did that thing where he took the gum out of his mouth when Alice came to his trailer, and f) looked pretty good in his crisp Pop’s uniform when he was employed at Pop’s. however FP also a) tends to drink when not employed and b) is fucking obsessed with Toledo, a town I will burn to the ground if I ever set foot in it. meanwhile, Jughead a) climbed up a fucking ladder to Betty’s bedroom, b) ABSOLUTELY KILLED IT when he and Betty almost fucked each other in the kitchen, c) KILLED IT AND BURIED IT in the moments before fucking her on the couch when he was all, “Or you could stay,” and fucking touched her dress like she was an angel of the Lord and he was just a humble shepherd boy whose eyes were not worthy to gaze upon her countenance, d) only strategically removes his hat, and e) rides a motorcycle. the hat is not a con, necessarily, and being a writer in high school is a cross some of us simply have to bear, but he is like, kind of a pain sometimes and a little squirrelly, but w/r/t the love of his life, he has tailored himself to her every need almost perfectly

OH AND I FORGOT WHEN HE KISSED HER SCABBY BLOOD KNUCKLES! OH SHIT!

Veronica has the most game on the entire show

I like when they have Jughead use words like “modicum”

“Ben’s death haunts me, Jug. He didn’t scream. Why not, I wonder?”: writing credits this episode go to Daphne de Maurier

YYEEEAAAAAHHH THE BLUE & GOLD CRIME BOARD BABY

I would almost expect something more from the warden’s tie, except that I know plain clothing is, in and of itself, a warning sign

anything that gets Veronica in her reading glasses is okay by me, and this includes Pop’s hemorrhaging money

Jughead can wear just a T-shirt sans jacket or flannel any old time he wants, I’m just putting that vibe out there

“Of course we’re calling it a speakeasy.”

Jug’s suspender game is strong, so really Betty should know she has nothing to worry about

his stupid dumb round face looking at her when she pulls him aside is pretty. remember when he kissed her hands? fucking Jughead sometimes, dude

“Evelyn...creeps me out.”

I like Betty’s overalls and Evelyn’s romper thing

what I expected when Kevin dialed the phone was for the whole booth to sink into the basement like a surprise elevator

Kander and Ebb wrote the music to, among much else, Cabaret and Chicago, those being some of their most gay

I LOVE VERONICA’S WHITE SHIRT. IT’S JUST A FUCKING PLAIN WHITE SHIRT, SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL

Every triangle has three corners, every triangle has three sides: is there some heat between Veronica and Reggie? am I crazy?

the foursome of Reg, Ronnie, Josie, and Kev is basically just as strong as the cour four strictly in terms of hair

I don’t know that I like Penny’s sleeveless Ghoulies vest more than her leather Serpents jacket but I do know I like it at least the same amount (oodles)

Fwoopy hair is the best hair: Day One Lifted Bag Off Head Hair: GREAT

OH MY GOD, JOAQUIN!!!! WHEN WILL JOAQUIN REST. DOES EVERY TERRIBLE THING HAVE TO HAPPEN TO JOAQUIN BEFORE IT HAPPENS TO SOMEONE ELSE. IS JOAQUIN IN THE FARM

does Archie have a scar on his head? is it KJ’s? have I lost track of something?

Gay?!: BABY TEETH is an absolute twink and he was tapped to save his life

I’m suspicious of Peter because his name is, simply, “Peter”

Gay.: Cheryl and Toni are just like lounging in a single chair together and that’s the bisexual agenda

Veronica was rich: Veronica’s heavy card stock IS very nice

Ethel’s cute yellow cardigan is back, which matches her thermos and lunchbox

I enjoyed when Betty sits down and you think she’s going to apologize for being there at Ben’s death but instead she just fucking grills Ethel some more

“...G&G.”

OOOOOOHHHHHHH JUGHEAD’S TURNING IT ON WITH THAT PRINCESS SHIT

Please protect Betty: Betty’s entire expression at being told she’s “not worthy,” God bless her

The female gaze: I don’t know why Reggie’s shirt is off. probably Reggie doesn’t even know

Reggie’s panicked JJ face is one of the top five panicked faces of all time. he’s tied at least with the girl in Jurassic Park when she sees the raptor shadow and her hand holding that green Jell-O starts shaking

Minetta doesn’t even pretend he’s looking for something other than whatever was in those boxes. cold, Minetta

REGGIE’S SALUTE

Reg simply being aware that Minetta and the Ghoulies work for Hiram almost brings me to tears. not only is he a walking sculpture with a pair of lips that would make Sarah Steller throw herself off the Hoover Dam, but he is also a genius

VERONICA IS SO BEAUTIFUL. “Not until I’m properly armed.” just look at her!

Ethel didn’t even come to the first meeting of the Farm Club? cold, Ethel

Evelyn offering Betty a pizza slice comes off as her genuinely wanting Betty to have a piece of pizza if she wants, which is the first non-creepy thing she’s done (Jughead would take the pizza)

she of course follows this up with “that darn medication”

Archie looks like a corpse in the blue light

tell me “wakey, wakey” is a Kill Bill reference. TELL ME IT IS

the guy they have fighting Archie looks just enough like Khabib Nurmagomedov that I was like, is this an unconscious wish on someone’s part to do a rematch of red-haired McGregor vs. Khabib except it’s on Riverdale so it’s in something called “the Pit” which is a drained swimming pool and they’re in juvie? (it’d have to be a fantasy in that Conor McGregor would get his ass beaten by Khabib Nurmagomedov in any rematch in any universe, in the universe)

dude does his best but, as Sweet Pea and Vintage Reggie can tell you, you cannot let Archie land a) a right hook or b) an uppercut or he will end this fight

who’re the rando white women watching? their fucking wives? goddammit, white women

I think Baby Teeth could take Reggie jawline-to-jawline

Veronica’s kittenish heels sinking into the dirt as opposed to her striding effortlessly as Moses parting the Red Sea

Cheryl’s a chaos angel from hell: “THAT VIPER BITCH”

Antoinette Topaz is fluent in many languages, including Veronica’s

God bless jingle-jangle: the fucking cat burglar sequence set to “Jingle Jangle” just about fucking did it

Ethel’s candle game is reaching midnight mass-levels of mastery

so did Betty and Jughead get their ad hoc sex den (good band name) out of the bunker before Ethel got there? or was it there the whole time but for Ben and Ethel?

I feel I want to write down that Ben abandoned Ethel to ascend prematurely with Dilton otherwise I’ll forget and will be tricked by something later on

POLLY’S KNITTED HALTER

closed captioning capitalized the Shady Man, the second strangest Riverdale skull

Alice really just did Betty like that! maybe Betty DOES need to live in a bunker

50 Shades of Betty: “The wig. The webcaming.”

I love how Betty always gets very sarcastically OH, OKAY THEN when she decides to start laying out some truths

Alice stands up and her dress has some sort of insane asymmetrical hemline and she’s also got an ankle bracelet!!!!!!

Dilton Doiley Ethel Muggs is a canonically great dancer the DM: Ethel’s little crush on Jughead circa his birthday party has not abated. even when he was being insane about the Serpents I bet she entertained sweet fantasies of buying a pleather jacket off ModCloth and Jughead “inducting” her. so she found herself a coterie of pliable boys who were also gangly and weird and obsessed with details and pacts and she became their princess. so THERE. you fucking bet she’s gonna get a kiss out of Jughead before she fucking poisons herself

Ethel’s dungeon master voice is giving me a sort of ASMR vibe

I don’t want to veer too wildly but she is wearing a crown, her character has “a crown”

dog, was she about to kill Jughead right then and there? Ethel goes hard. Ethel might go harder than Jughead

“You’re asking me to play Russian roulette!” “I’m asking you to play Gryphons and Gargoyles.” THIS BITCH (in context it’s very smooth and bitchy)

GOD BUT JUGHEAD DID DRINK IT. VERY WELL KNOWINGLY, HE DID IT

Jughead eats: Salud is just the sort of thing I’d expect Jug to say before maybe drinking cyanide (or skol, if he had been watching Ingmar Bergman)

I don’t know if I could drink that much Kool-Aid that fast. Kool-Aid and Sunny D always made my teeth feel filmy. I could definitely down that much Capri Sun, if it were in a pouch the size of my shin

anyway Ethel’s sick move telling Jughead he has to kiss her first got an emotional reaction from me at almost the level of when Cheryl came down to Jason’s wake in that white dress

Jughead and Ethel are almost of a height, which is weirdly lovely

These students are legally children: maybe Ethel put the poison in after Jughead had chosen. I maybe doubt she would’ve just fucking assassinated Jughead

Jughead was reading next to her when she woke up, which is just a specific kind of daydream you have, sometimes

Sixth period is Intro to Film: HEISENBURG

Toni’s pictures are certainly shot with a mind to lighting, depth

is blue light the light of evil? Hiram’s study, the warden’s office?

Archie > Dawson: of course Archie imagines talking to his father and of course he imagines his father telling him to “take one.” I love Self-Sacrificial Lamb Archie (or just momentarily self-sacrificing). better than Fascist Archie!

well, Betty’s room has blue light too. fucking forget it then

although she is SURROUNDED BY EVIL at all times

Mädchen Amick, MÄDCHEN AMICK: “I trust them more than I trust you” is season one-level Alice-shade

Cheryl’s sheaths: I like very much Cheryl’s bosomy sequin thing and Toni’s back jewelry

I also like the RROTC boys in their like WWII uniforms, which may be anachronistic but still hard vintage, and the cigar girls

Jughead doubts it: there’s so much going on when Betty goes all melty and wipes some of the Fresh-Aid off Jug’s lips and Jug, who is not smiling, looks at Sweet Pea helping Veronica

Best costume bit: Veronica is in magenta, because I deserve it

I can’t wholly endorse Reggie’s non-black plaid trousers paired with a solid black blazer but I CAN endorse Reggie as a whole

Cheryl’s Hiram’s pins: I think Hiram has a fucking octopus pin! I think it is!!!!!!!!

the wallpaper behind Hiram downstairs is...interesting. it’s like a cutout from that Disney cartoon for “Winter Wonderland”

we stay on Veronica’s face for sort of an extra beat, so I can confirm a) she’s still beautiful and b) she has a sparkly thing in her hair

The 2001 Josie and the Pussycats movie was a masterpiece: Josie’s got that thing going on where you gem up the part in your hair

God I love a good Riverdale music/mayhem montage. like what were they playing when Jughead ran the gauntlet? fuck sometimes this stuff is just still so good (“Mess Around” when Reggie lunged for Jughead also counts, though not performed live somewhere else in Riverdale at the same moment)

“Anything Goes” is in fact not Kander and Ebb but Cole Porter

I’ve seen Brick like thirty times: I love a good bead of bloody spit dangling from someone’s mouth during a slow-mo fight sequence

I’m writing a scene where it’s gay.: “THAT KID…..IS A STAR.”

that fucking rum, can you believe it? the fucking shade of it all

Fifth period is AP English: OH MY GOD. THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO. OH MY GOD, THE FUCKING HAMMER. THE COUNT OF MONTE MOTHERFUCKING GODDAMN YES GOD HOLY BITCH

“Damn good coffee”: the goddamn shot of FP and Alice standing together flanked by the flames of their righteous destruction of the G&G manual

Summer + Blair = Veronica: Veronica is pretty fucking brave to still be living in Hiram Lodge’s HOUSE. and of course that’s what her dressing gown looks like

oh my god, Joaquin is still alive? Joaquin’s STILL HERE?

ARCHIE’S GONNA BREAK OUT OF PRISON AND I MUST CLEANSE MYSELF OF SIN TO BE WORTHY OF ITS GLORY (I trust Riverdale a lot more again at the moment)

so wait, Jughead put the cot BACK? are these two different bunkers? is it the same effing bunker???

“It’s over”: you fucking fool

yes, it’s the same goddamn bunker. the candles are still there! I guess I thought the wicked juju from Ethel’s ~SUICIDE ATTEMPT~ would deter the two of them from FUCKING IN THE EXACT SAME BUNKER but Betty and Jughead literally do not give a single damn where they do it

Jug’s headphones!!!!!!!!!

Cheryl’s expression at reading the G&G manual is appropriately be-Blossomed

The Blossom spawn: she still has a photo of Jason in her locker and I think a sticker that says “Literally no one cares”

What damn high school in America: those manuals have a QR code on the back, so you can play on your phone! GIVE ME THE APP, RAS

who unsheathed Ethel? LORD, WHO LET HER LOOSE?

GEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

NEXT WEEK: Camila Mendes wears glasses the entire time

#riverdale #i say #commentary #tropes

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Twelve Days of Criss-mas / Vic Criss x Reader

A/N: I was requested a second Halloween fic for Vic by @aprilfooledyou but Halloween had passed before I could post it, so I thought for the moment, I would post a festive fic stuffed with holiday fluff :-) be warned. v fluffy. v cheesy. just in time for Christmas. hope you enjoy!!

“Wow, who’s your secret admirer?”

You beamed down at the letter in your hands, folded in half, a big “Day 3” scrawled on the front. Immediately you blushed, laughing to yourself. “No idea. These just started the other day.”

Letters were being taped to your locker daily now, apparently counting up to an unknown set of days. Your best friend Teresa grinned excitedly, looking over your shoulder.

“Open it up!” She excitedly insisted, and slowly you folded open the piece of notebook paper to find a paragraph of a letter inside, just like the two received before it. Teresa squealed, startling you.

“It’s a love letter!” Your best friend said, seemingly surprised. You had a similar shock when you discovered the first letter - no one had done anything like this to you before, much less to any other girl at Derry High.

Before either of you could read it, you closed it abruptly.

“Unfair! I gotta read it!” She whined, and you shook your head with a grin.

“No, come on, they wouldn’t appreciate it.”

“You know who they are?” She questioned, even more curious. You shook your head again, shrugging.

“It could be anyone.” You replied. Looking down at the folded letter in your hand, you furrowed your brows.

“I don’t know what they mean, ordering things in days.”

For a moment, the two of you were silent, until Teresa smiled wide. “The twelve days of Christmas. It’s a twelve days of Christmas thing.”

It made so much sense. You smiled back at her, surprised you hadn't figured it out earlier.

“That’s totally it, you're right.”

Slinging her backpack over her shoulder, Teresa began to walk backwards down the hall, but not before pointing at you with raised eyebrows.

“You tell me the second you know who it is.”

“Of course!” You hollered back. As she left in the stream of other students going home, you opened the letter up. In messy handwriting, you deciphered the letter’s contents.

Dear Y/N,

Boy, this is weird. Don't girls like stuff like this, though? Maybe not, if you don't know who it's from. But it could be kinda nice. I dunno.

I love your voice. It's nice and chipper and sweet and it cuts through the sound of everyone else’s voice in a crowd full of people. In class when you ask questions your voice is a beautiful low tone, musical notes hanging in the air until the bell rings. - Yours truly

The day before, it had been about your eyes, and the very first day, it was about your smile. You were a blushing fool, grinning down at the paper, standing alone by your locker. Coming back to reality, you looked down the hallway.

You wished whoever wrote it would be watching nearby, but of course, you were alone. You'd have to wait nine more school days to even know their name.

Vic Criss scribbled ‘yours truly’ onto the bottom of the torn out notebook page, flipping it over before Belch Huggins, sitting beside him in the cafeteria, could read it. Belch smiled slyly.

“Is that homework?”

Vic gave a nod, looking down at it. “Uh, yeah. Thought I'd start an essay early.”

Staring at him for a moment, Belch finally gave out a laugh. “Boy, you're full of shit.”

Of course, Vic would never admit his love letter writing to Henry, and especially never to Patrick - but Belch seemed to have the most potential to understand.

Slowly, Vic opened his mouth, thinking of how to phrase it.

“This, uh, this girl I like. I've been leaving her letters. For Christmas. That's all.”

Belch cocked an eyebrow. “She must be fuckin’ special.” He commented, taking a bite of his sandwich.

You were. Vic had known it since middle school. Other girls, though attractive, though kind, had never enticed him as much as you had. And you only had spoken to him a handful of times. He didn’t want to go through Christmas break still debating whether or not to make his feelings known.

“Yeah.” Vic muttered, folding the finished letter in half. On top, he wrote “Day 3” in big, bold letters.

Day 4, day 5, day 6 - the days passed by, each with a note taped to locker #52, right before the last class of the day. Though the text was nearly chicken scratch, you could read it, and each letter’s ugly handwriting was juxtaposed with its poetry.

Dear Y/N,

Every time I hear your laugh, it brighten up my day. It sounds like wind chimes in the summer.

I wish I could make you laugh. Maybe someday I can. Evan if I told the lamest joke in the world and you gave me a pity laugh, I'd be happy to know I caused that wonderful noise.

I hope you had a good day today.

- Yours truly

Dear Y/N,

You're so smart. You already know. But whenever you're called on in class, you speak so elecuently and you know every answer to every question your asked. If you've noticed me in class, you know whenever I'm called on, I either fuck up saying the right answer, or I just get it flat-out wrong.

You're probably sick of these letters, right? I would be too. Don't worry, there's only a few left!

- Yours truly

Dear Y/N,

O.K , I didn't know whether or not it'd be in good taste to write this or if it would make me look like a total creep - but it's a part of what I like about you, so I might as well be honest. You've got a smokin’ body. Just like yesterday's letter, I'm sure you already know and don't need some rando telling you, but wow, you've really got it going on. You’re incredible. Do you go to a gym? … don't answer that.

Anyway, that’s just one of the many things about you that I’m crazy over. This is the crudest letter you'll receive, I promise.

- Yours truly

You couldn't help but giggle at the last letter. It really was a boy who, at least vaguely, knew about decency. At every school day’s end, it was what you looked forward to with excitement, wondering what the next one would say. Days 7, 8, 9, 10, passed by with each love letter sweeter than the last. The weekend was usually a breeze to get through, but between days 10 and 11, it couldn't go by fast enough.

Eyes searching through every class for your secret admirer, you weren't sure what to look for. Any and all of the students - well, some more than others - could be the one.

Day 11’s note was different - it included a big hint.

Dear Y/N,

I was sitting in the cafeteria alone after class, all mad cuz I had just failed a test I'd studied really hard for. The guys had all made fun of me for even trying. I thought if I tried to study, instead of just slacking off, I could get a good grade for once. I guess not.

You came up to me and said that you'd failed the test, too. I know you didn't. You're too smart. I don't think you were flirting or anything, I think you just knew I took it hard. I said yeah, it was much harder than Ms. Goodman said it would be, and you smiled and said that's the way she is. Then you said see you later and walked away.

If that's something you do for people you barely know, it says so much about who you are. I wish I knew you better.

- Yours truly

As the letter came to a close, your heart raced, butterflies rushing in waves through your stomach. There had only been one guy you'd done that to. It was one you had never, ever expected to be the romantic behind the confessions.

Vic had held a debate in his head all morning long concerning whether or not he’d deliver the final letter in person. The last letter said nearly outright who “yours truly” was - unless you did that to everyone Ms. Goodman failed.

Even so, how uncomfortable would it be if you were hand-delivered the 12th letter by the same boy you wanted to avoid after reading the 11th? You came to class seemingly in a good mood everyday, but Vic couldn't tell if it was because of him.

Vic wasn't as invasive as Patrick to hide and watch you read each letter, and he wasn't as bold as Henry or Belch to ask you out instead of going to all this trouble. Hell, Patrick wouldn't have left a single letter either, much less care if you liked them or not.

Of course, this was new for Vic, too. He wasn’t sure if too many of his mom’s soap episodes had gotten to his head, or if it was the wonder of Christmas driving him to confess his love like this. Regardless, he didn’t want the gesture to be too over the top - he might as well leave the letter, rather than deliver it.

The towhead of the Bowers gang placed the final letter onto your locker, taping it securely. Drawing in a deep breath for a long sigh, he wondered if you’d talk to him after this, if it was a good idea to write his name in the final letter instead of the typical ‘yours truly’, if the entire twelve days of letters itself was a good idea at all.

Coyly tapping him on the shoulder, Vic nearly jumped as he turned around, eyes wide. They seemed to widen even more when he realized he’d be getting his answer.

You beamed at him, and realizing it must be okay to smile back, he started to. That's when you put a hand to his cheek and quickly pressed your lips upon his.

The long-awaited kiss lasted a tender, surprising moment, but before Vic had the chance to kiss back, you pulled away.

“Merry Christmas, Vic.” You wistfully said with a smirk, as you turned and ran back to class without a second glance.

He stood alone in the hallway, breathless, slowly smiling, just as you had been upon receiving your first letter.

Within seconds, you’d made it a good Christmas - and he looked forward to an even better year.

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