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cassava-49 · 3 years

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I Won't Say I'm In Love

Felix had always walled himself up to not love again and be fooled by it again. Not again, never again, but why? After building up this façade, why is it crumbling to his feet? Right, it's because of her.

A beacon of light and love. Her dark blue hair is as deep as the color of the depths of the ocean where one can swim too deep and drown by its beauty. Her bluebell eyes that are as light as the sky that can make anyone think that they were falling down from heaven as you stare deep into them. Her warm bubbly feeling that can make anyone cozy up with her and let their guard down without their knowledge.

Ever since she transferred here and joined his circle of friends he can't help but feel drawn to the warm sweet atmosphere. He can't have it again. He doesn't want to put his heart on the line again only to be broken into millions of tiny pieces like how she had. He doesn't want to hurt again with that knowledge of not getting his chances since she is already desperately in love with his dim witted cousin.

He then turned his attention to his friends who were chatting happily over lunch. Talking about some silly antics that had happened during class. But he couldn't help but watch her close her eyes as she laughed and cover her mouth. The sound of her sweet laughter was, how would the books describe it, music to his ears, tiny sweet bells that sounded at an hour of beauty. He watched as his friend Claude balanced an orange on the tip of his nose, as Allan subtly made it fall by accidentally jabbing his side.

He continued to watch the bluenette smile and laugh, not noticing the subtle glances Allegra was giving him. The bell rung, signalling the students that they had 30 minutes before classes began again. This made his friends get up and take their trays and brought it to the counter.

"Well, see you guys later," Marinette said to her friends as she headed to the art department wing for her lesson. As she left, she didn't notice the penetrating stare the blond had fixated on her back. But the blond didn't notice the looks his three friends were sharing as a grin crossed each of their faces. Felix turned around to be greeted by these suspicious grins as he let a scowl cross his face, knowing what the three would say.

"No," was all he said to the three as he stalked away. "Come on Fe. We know that you know that you like her," Allegra told him as she walked with him. "Allegra, stop it. You know that I will not love again nor put myself to it after how the past had ended," he said his petty reason. "This is not like you dude. The Felix I know would not let the past be the reason for fear and ignorance," Allan backed. "No one will ever be worth my time in that aspect. And it doesn't help that she looks like her," Felix replied in distaste of his words.

"You know that she's the earth and heaven to you. You can't just run away from your feelings cause your bad at hiding these kinds of feelings," Claude spoke. The four continued walking until they were outside the building for their food and lockers. "I have learned my lesson in loving Claude. I will not throw myself back into this cliche and have what is left in my heart torn into pieces," Felix replied as he tried to keep his face in pure frustration and his thoughts in denial. However, it wasn't entirely working mostly because of this conversation.

"You can't deny it bro, we can read you better than others and all that we can see is a lovesick puppy thinking that it was just the meat," Allan said as Allegra kept on rolling her eyes at Felix's answers. "Hon, we're not buying your bs right now. We all saw how you change around her. You definitely care for her and ever since she cracked you, you began to grow it," Allegra added. "Grow what?" Felix asked getting irritated at his friends persistent jabbings. "A love sickness that you obviously have bad," she continued with her banter.

"That is highly impossible. I am not interested in Marinette in a romantic way," Felix said trying to wrap his words in ice. "Oh, hi Netta, didn't see you there," Claude said which caused Felix to turn his attention to where the boy was, only to find their school mate Antoinette pass by. But Felix couldn't help but let a sigh of relief and disappointment cross his face. But when he turned he was faced with a poster of Marinette and her club's saying that they would be exhibiting their art and a small pageant for the young designers that will be held tomorrow, February 14. He couldn't help but stare at the bright eyed designer in her cute sailor outfit. He couldn't help but let his fantasies run wild until someone broke him out of it. "If you ask someone right now, they would definitely say that you have it bad," Allan commented as Felix scoffed. As he tried to deny and tell his treacherous heart to shut up and let his head think.

He then faced his friends with a glare and said, "Claude your department's that way." Claude then let out a huff and rolled his eyes at the blond and went to the direction Felix had been pointing. "But just face it and say that you're in love," he said as he continued walking. This made him roll his eyes at his friend and caught the scoffs of the other two. "You two just go before me. I need the bathroom," he stated as he made his way to the closest restroom. Once inside, he went into a cubicle, locking it and resting his back at the door as his stared at the ceiling. He sighed and dropped his head letting his thoughts run back to the past.

...

"Hey Felix~~," a bubbly voice called from behind. Irritation crossed his mind as he recognized that voice. The said owner of the voice took a seat next to him as he quietly made his research in the library. "What are researching on?" the bluenette asked as she looked over his notes. Annoyed by her antics, he closed his notebook and the other books as he began packing to leave the insistent girl.

But this did not stop her as she stood up from her seat and went in front of him and waved two tickets directly at his eyes. "I was wondering if you don't have anything to do later, we can go to the theatres and watch this new movie, you know the one about 'The Little Prince' I saw you reading the book and I wondered if you would like to watch it. I'd even allow you to rant about it," she said in a hopeful tone. He then saw his friend at the back giving out yes signals. He let out a sigh and said, "Fine I'll go." This made the girl smile and jumped for joy as she gave him the details.

This was the start of the simple dates and happy experiences and, to his astonishment, love. Yes, after getting to know the bubbly happy girl he started developing feelings for the young girl. After about 10 dates he finally asked her to be his girlfriend. This made the girl tear up and engulf him in a tight hug after giving him a loving kiss on the cheek.

They had such a good relationship, it even got him out of his shell, slightly. He would be caught flirting in public and show a bit of PDA. He couldn't help it, he loved her deeply and wished that their relationship would last. He loved everything about her; her personality, her blue eyes, her long dark blue hair that were tied in twin tails.

Today was their second year anniversary, they were at the Ponte des Arts, just enjoying their time as they ate ice cream. He looked at the girl at his arm and smiled as he softly spoke, "Bridgette." She then gave a hum of response and looked up at him with a half smile. This made his heart drop as he realized that there was something troubling him. "Is there something bothering you?" he asked, scared of her answer. This made the girl sigh and let go off his arm as she took his hand and looked directly into his eyes. "Do you love me, Felix?" she asked, tad uncertain. This made his eyes widen and took both of her hands and kissed her knuckles and replied, "Truly, deeply, ardently and all the words that can increase the meaning of my love for you."

As he said that he notice a hint of heartbreak pass in her eyes. Just as he feared she lowered her gaze and removed her hands from his, as she stared at the ground. He then watched her eyes well up with tears as she brought her hands to her face to cry in. This caught him off guard as he put his hands on her arms wanting to hug her. But she pushed him away, this broke his heart as he watched his girlfriend cry in front of him and not wanting to be comforted by him.

After a few more sniffles she looked him in the eyes and said in between sobs. "I-I-I'm p-pre-pregnant," she said as he felt his world shatter. But slowly rebuild and a smile appeared on his face as he said, "It's alright, I know 16 isn't the ideal age to be parents, but I'd be glad to have a family with you." He then slowly placed his hands on her shoulders as he rubbed his hands up and down her arms in a comforting manner. (Side note: the age of consent in France is 15)

This didn't comfort the girl at all as she cried more. She then looked him with sad eyes and spoke, "T-t-th-that's the th-thing. T-the b-baby i-i ---." But she wasn't able to finish when someone pulled her away from him and glared at him. "What she meant to say is, the baby's not yours," he said with a smirk. This made him give a look of confusion and then realization came dropping on him. He then remembered that they had only done it twice and he was very careful, he had a condom on and made sure that it was of good quality.

He then looked at the two in front of him and asked, "I-is it true?" This made Bridgette freeze as she recalled this tone as his frightening tone from before they had been dating. She slowly nodded, afraid of meeting his gaze. "How long has this been going on?" he asked in his icy cold voice that set fear into anyone's hearts. Unable to answer the boy next to her answered for her, "Actually we had been getting it on since last Christmas and I claimed her long before you did," the Asian man said to him. He then turned his attention back to his "girlfriend" realizing that last Christmas she went back to Seoul(Let's just say that she's Korean since MLB was first released there. Another side note: Age of consent in South Korea is 16).

"Why?" he asked. However, she wasn't able to answer as she tried to hide in the arms of the other man. This made the shards of his earlier shattered world to break more at this action. Trying to keep his cool he then said, "Congratulations. I will back down for the both of you. I wish that you find happiness with him." With that he gave the man a killer punch and walked away, not wanting to notice the look the crowd was giving him.

...

He sighed at the awful memory not wanting it to happen again. He gave her his world, his dreams and his whole being. Thinking that she would do the same, but in the end she broke him, in the last way he thought she would. As he continued to think about it he felt tears prick his eyes, to which he immediately removed. His thoughts came rushing back to Marinette's sweet smile, comforting presence and lovable companionship. This got him sighing as he whispered to himself, "I've got it bad."

The day ended and the gang regrouped as they went straight to the bakery for final fittings. Felix walked quietly by Marinette's side as she began discussing about the adjustments she'd had to make with their clothes. Allegra began gushing about how amazing her designs are even without adjustments. Allan just told her not to worry and be confident in her talent, while Claude was just asking what treats her parents were handing out. Felix on the other hand had just been admiring her talk.

"Hey Felix, you seem out today. Are you OK?" Marinette asked him as she turned her attention to him. This caught him off guard when she turned her attention to him. He only gave her a curt nod as a light blush dusted his cheeks. They then arrived at her home and were all showered with affection by her ever doting parents who insisted that they all stayed for dinner.

The group was in her room as she made a few adjustments to the clothes she's supposed to present the next day. "Maddie this is amazing. I love it," Allegra cooed as she spun around in her white dress, which had three horizontal lines at the collar of the dress and the lower part of the skirt, close to the hem. While a navy blue jacket, sailor inspired, was matched with it, and to top it off, she wore a white sailors hat with her hair curled at the bottom part. "I'm glad you love it Allegra," Marinette replied as she beamed with pride. She then turned to the boys to find them standing with each other in a pose that they probably didn't notice.

Claude wore a fit round neck white shirt with black horizontal stripes with white ankle length pants, and a black sheer scarf was placed around his neck, while a white hat with black lining topped off the look. "Do I look fat in this shirt? I feel that I look fat," he commented as he stared at the pattern, earning a laugh from the girls. "No, it doesn't. I mean you wear vertical stripes all the time," Mari commented. "You look fat all the time," Allegra added as the group laughed again.

Turning her attention to Allan, she could see that the denim fabric fitted him perfectly. The denim polo shirt with rolled up sleeves and tucked in his denim shorts, that was held by a brown leather belt made him look simple yet stylish, and just like the others he wore a captain's hat. "Well, if you feel fat, I feel like something's missing," Allan critiqued. This made Mari give a designer's look at it as she placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head to the left. "You're right, but what can make it look more complete?" she pondered as she eyed the clothing. After a second, she snapped her fingers and made her way to the other scarps of clothing she had sewn. "No, no, not that one. Nope. Ah! There you are," she stated as she made her way to her model and tied a handkerchief around his neck and tucked it under the collar. "Better," she stated as she looked at the finished product.

She then looked at her last piece, which was being modeled by Felix. She blushed at the sight of him in a form fitting white blazer that was open to reveal a dark navy blue color that had white horizontal stripes covering the bottom half of the shirt. His legs seemed to look more fit at the sight of the royal blue pants seemed to be showing the wonderful shape, since it was slightly fit. Although he looked a bit confused at the clothing as if uncomfortable. This caused her to be concerned at the possible mistake. "Is the fit alright?" she asked hesitantly. "The designs are fine, but like you said, it's the fit. But it's just the blazer, it's a bit tight on my shoulders," he commented as he pointed at the points to be fixed.

"Alright, I'll get it done, but I'm going to take your measurements again just to make sure," she stated as she went over to her desk to take her measuring tape. "Maddie, you wouldn't mind if we change out of this?" Allegra asked. "Sure go ahead and feel free to—," she began but was unable to finish when she saw the three race out of the room. Realizing what they had done she felt her face heat up a little bit as she faced the blond who was taking off the white blazer and folded it nicely and placed it on the chaise.

He looked up to find that they were the only people in her bedroom. He cursed his friends quietly at the betrayal as he watched her make her way to him. She began taking his measurements but found it difficult with his height. This made him chuckle slightly, surprising the young designer at the reaction. "You know you could stand on a stool considering your short stature," he said. "It doesn't mean that you're taller than me by 6 inches I'm already short," she replied with a huff. He then bent down to her level saying, "Everyone who is shorter than me, I consider short and small."

This got him with a notebook slammed at his face as he saw an irritated Marinette. He then smirked and continued, "Considering that you are '6 inches' smaller than me, makes you seem like a cute munchkin that I can put in my pocket." He watched as she got more irritated at him as he insulted her height. He continued on bantering about her being shorter than him that he did not expect her to finally jump on him and say, "You know that fact that we only have a 6 inch gap makes it easier for me to jump on your back." The two continued roughhousing, forgetting about what they were supposed to do.

After a few more minutes of fighting, Felix got the upper hand and threw her up on her bed as he joined her and began attacking her with tickles. She began to laugh uncontrollably that she was having a difficulty to breath until she finally tapped out, which made him stop his attacks. He then got off her and laid down next to her as they began to calm down.

"Don't insult me with my height again," was all she could say before they got back to what they were supposed to be doing. "You're right, cause size doesn't matter," he jokingly replied as he turned to face her with his head propped up with his arm. This got her to roll her eyes at the blond as she also turned to face him. This was when they both became self conscious about their positions causing the two parties to blush uncontrollably.

Mari then let out a cough and said, "You should, um, y-you know, change." With that she got of the bed and began fixing the things that were out of place after their game.

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It was the day for their clubs fashion show, and a lot of famous figures were there to watch. Well, that was to be expected from a prestigious school where most of the students were children from well off families. There they could see their parents along with their friends. But looking at the more out shining personalities in the crowd was also where they could find the Agrestes and their secretary, the Bourgeois family, Clara Nightingale, Jagged Stone and others.

Marinette can feel the excitement and the anxiety, and she can see that the rest of the club was also having the same panic. Their theme was "Summer and Beaches," with different sub themes from the designers. One designer had swimsuits, another had Hawaiin style, there was one that had a Tex-Mex theme, one was carnival themed, there was a bohemian theme, tropical, floral, animal and there was Mari's sailor theme.

She can see all of them were too anxious that they were able to dress their models to the T. There was also one of them that threw up because of the pressure. They then watched as one theme after another was called. When it came to her designs she saw the impressed looks of the audience, even from Chloe, although she probably doesn't know that it was her design. She even saw her former classmates looking at the designs as if for the first time. This pained her a bit since she made sure to incorporate her designer tag there but it doesn't seem like they noticed.

Once the show ended, the designers were called up front for their recognition. They were all trembling, nonetheless, were able to make it up front as they were applauded by their success. She could hear the excited cheers of her family and classmates and from a few personalities who seemed to be waiting for her appearance. She watched her former classmates' jaws dropped as they felt stupid not realizing that those were her designs.

After the whole exhausting show they were all dismissed as the group hugged and shook hands in congratulations. Mari was engulfed by her friends and were overly happy at her success. She hugged them backed and thanked them. They then went to their favorite cafe and celebrated. But one by one they left, leaving Marinette and Felix alone, again.

"Outstanding performance as all ways," he commented still trying to deny the rapid beating of his heart towards this girl. "Thanks, but I'd say the same for you guys, after all you guys modeled for me," she replied. This got their conversation moving and they were deeply enjoying each others company when unexpected guests came.

When they heard the door chime they didn't really mind until those people went directly to their table. Marinette froze at the sight of her former friends and classmates. She could feel Alya's glare as she stared blankly at her drink.

"Seriously Marinette, no note, no message. You just disappeared into thin air in the second semester not even telling me!" Alya exclaimed. Felix glared at the girl as he took Marinette's shaking hands into his and gave it a tight affectionate squeeze that gave her strength. Channeling her inner snarky self, she took a sip of the drink and said, "I saw no reason to tell you about it. It wasn't like I heard you all wish that I should just leave Lila for good, like transfer."

This made the rest of the class flush in guilt, except for Alya. "Really Marinette, are you going to turn yourself into the victim again. Can you stop saying that? We know that YOU wanted Lila out of school for good!" she accused. This just made Marinette look at her drink and begin tilting her cup in different directions as she answered, "Wow, you make it sound like I got Lila 'almost' expelled. It's not like I 'almost' got expelled for stealing her heirloom and taking the key to correction of our exam. Or I was the one who have that 'disease' that makes me spout out nonsense." At the end she moved her pupils to look at them to find them processing what she said.

"If that's all I think that we should go," Marinette stated as she set her finished drink down and took Felix's hand and began to leave. "Not so fast, Marinette. You are not leaving until Lila comes here and you apologize to her," Alya said as she grabbed her roughly by the arm. This infuriated Felix so he stepped in to intervene.

"Unhand her, now," he said as he glared at Alya. She in turn glared back at him and said, "Get your nose out of this." He then went fully in front of her, using his height as an advantage to intimidate her. He saw her slightly flinch but still did not comply. After showing no signs of letting go, he forcefully grabbed her wrist and tightened his grip making her let Marinette go because of the sudden pain on her wrist.

"Alya I'm here," they heard someone call. "Lila, great timing," Alya replied as she smiled and winced at the girl. She then turned back to the two and said, "Now, apologize." Marinette then asked, "For what?" This made the blogger more infuriated as she began recounting the times she had injured her, bullied her, humiliated her, insulted her, accused her and other forms of abuse. "Are you done?" she asked after she had recounted all of the 'times' she had attacked the Italian.

Before Alya could say anything, Felix cut in, "Now if you please, I would like to take my girlfriend out now. You lot have already wasted our time and disrupted our date." "I don't give a damn about your fucking date," Alya seethed as she got more frustrated by the pair. "I know, but I'm sure you are interested in keeping your reputation," he said as he pointed at the customers who were filming and whispering about them. Nino then approached his girlfriend and tried to calm her down but it didn't help, it only made her more aggressive. Blind with rage, she threw a strong punch at Marinette making her nose bleed.

Felix then clapped his hands in sarcasm, which brought the lady blogger back to her senses. "Ma-mari, I didn't, I'm sorry," she fumbled. "Ladies and gentlemen, the blogger of the Ladyblog," was all Felix can say before wrapping and arm around Mari and helping her with her nosebleed as he took her out of the building.

...

Now, the pair was seated in her room, her on the chaise and Felix on the floor as he began tending to her. Once he patched her up neatly they settled down. Marinette shift uncomfortably in her seat as she had been replaying the scene in her head. But what she couldn't get rid of was how protective Felix was when he claimed to be her boyfriend. She blushed again at the thought.

"Are you alright?" Felix asked in concern when he saw her heat up. "Y-yep, OK me, no. Me OK. Wait, I mean, I'm OK," she stammered. Felix smiled at her as he shifted uncomfortably as well trying to forget what he said in the heat of the moment.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Mari spoke up, "So earlier at the cafe, things got out of hand didn't they." Felix only nodded not wanting this to go to that direction. Feeling his discomfort, Mari just got straight to the point. "W-when you said that I was your g-girlfriend, did you say it out of–," but before she could continue, Felix stopped her by saying, "I want you to be." This made them pause and look at each other in surprise.

This sudden realization and confession was not what Felix had in mind. So he turned his head to the other direction so to not see her face of discomfort. To his surprise, instead of rejection, he felt two arms hug his torso and a small body pressed against his side. He turned to find if it was what he think it was, Marinette hugging him tightly and resting her head on his shoulder.

"I-I'd like that," was all she could say that changed his world. Here he could see a woman who would not cheat on him for she hated liars and lying. Someone he could trust not to break his heart in the worst possible way ever. He did not see her in Marinette anymore. Now he saw the person Marinette is, a loyal friend and companion, an honest and trust worthy person who would not string him around because of guilt and displeasure.

This was all that he needed before he took her and kissed her sweetly not finding any resistance in her at all. That was all the confirmation they both needed until they found themselves sleeping next to each other, arms protectively around them and the lack of clothing was all they could think of as they relished in each other for they wanted the other more than they had wanted their pasts.

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phantomphangphucker · 4 years

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Ectober Day 3: Mistake - How Sleeping Ghosts Lie

Danny had to get a little creative when it came to creature comforts, considering how hectic his half-life was. But that’s lead to him having some... less than human habits. Though really, when it’s common for your blankets and pillows to get set on fire, blown up, frozen, brought to life, or otherwise destroyed. It only made sense to just say ‘fuck it’ and use your own tail instead.

To say Danny was tired would be an understatement. An uhn-dr-steit-muhnt.

So he’d seriously like to sleep right now. But no. Instead he has class. With Mr. Lancer. The hardest of hard asses on him about the whole ‘pay attention’ thing. Which fine, okay, guys heart was in a superb place; but seriously, he needs sleep waaaaaaay more than Gregorian poetry and the Dadaism art movement he keeps going on tangents about for some reason.

Maybe he found a new interest to fixate on? Oh whatever.

Anyway, Danny needs sleep and he’d like to get it right now thank you very much. And he was exhausted enough to sleep right through Mr. Lancer snapping at him to wake up, kinda a nice bonus right now; bad sign for his health though. Regardless, sleepy time.

Over half the class sigh at the unmistakable sound of one Danny Fenton’s head hitting his desk. Including Mr. Lancer, who puts down the whiteboard marker and glances over his shoulder purely to make sure he was about to snap at the right student; Daniel had a pranking streak a mile long after all and had gotten other students to pretend to be asleep purely to embarrass whatever teacher blamed him without checking only to turn around and see a smug smirk across the boy’s face.

Lancer isn’t surprised in the slightest to see Daniel’s face smushed against the desk, arms positioned over his head awkwardly; boy’s going to get a kink like that, “Daniel, please try to pay attention and wake up”, tossing one of the markers near the floor by him; even the slightest sound or movement out of the unusual always woke him up with a snap. It was almost concerning actually.

Furrowing his brow when all that happens is one of Daniel’s arms flopping off his head and dangling off the edge of the desk. A couple of the teens also furrowing their brows or quirking them, some even snickering. Kwan actually kicks his feet, causing them to sick out sideways towards the window oddly; but still not waking the other teen. Star goes from giggling to actually looking genuinely concerned, sticking up her hand, “uh Mr. Lancer? Maybe we should let him sleep for once”.

Jesse leans back, snorting, “yeah, he’d say that he’s ‘dead to the world’”. Mr. Lancer just sighs in the slacker's direction, Jesse was a more genuine problem child; she just didn’t care at all, unlike Daniel. Though he guesses if Daniel is really that tired he can let this slip for once. This is still going on the test though.

Five minutes go by with the class going on effectively like normal; every one more than a little pleased by the fact that Danny doesn’t snore. Sure the desk was definitely covered in drool, but that was only annoying for the janitor.... or who ever poor freshman who doesn’t know any better and sits there. Everyone made a point to remember where that boy sat and promptly never sat in that desk. Considering the tendencies for questionable stains and the fact that it can to bloody well life before, everyone’s agreed that’s a wise decision. Last year one of the freshmen even got bit by meat, or something, stuck under it.

And combining that with the desk's occupant having a tendency to constantly disappear, most people paid at least some attention to him/the desk. Even if it was only out of curiosity or paranoia. Didn’t help that in classes where the teachers had totally given up any pretence of controlling the boy he had a free pass to just leave without any warning or asking. Which sure, lead to less disruptions and Danny not looking like a stressed-out chihuahua. But it also led to the boy seemingly literally disappearing. One minute he’s there, the next gone; everyone pretty sure no one actually saw him leave. Though someone did catch him crawling out the window once.

Kwan especially had a tendency of keeping a general eye on Danny’s desk in English class, considering he always seemed to be seated directly across from the strange teen. Which yes, had given him the ability to use the excuse ‘Danny’s desk ate it’ in all seriousness and actually be believed. It had also given him the unforgettable experience of being right next to a randomly exploding desk once though. So he thinks things might be evened out.

Regardless, he keeps an eye on that desk... and literally anything Danny laid next to it. Nothing today though, which was hopefully a positive sign.

Or did he bring stuff? Kwan honestly can’t remember. Eh might as well check. He’d rather not have another ‘ecto-pistol in the bag and accidentally pointed at his head but thankfully just blasted apart the ceiling when it accidentally went off’ incident. Waiting till Mr. Lancer looks back to the board yet again to write more shit no one cares about except the nerds, to glance to the side and back forwards.

Yup. No bag. Good. But then he pauses and squints at the whiteboard, because yeah no definitely no bag but was something not right? He thinks something was not right. Ah Zone, this better not be another ‘living desk’ moment. Risking another quick glance, which only makes him even more confused. Because the desk was fine. Danny was... not? He was still asleep that’s for sure, but Kwan’s pretty sure Danny has two legs and two feet, and neither were that thick.

Needless to say Kwan immediately snaps his head back towards Danny, no longer giving half a damn if Mr. Lancer notices or not. Looks down and proceeds to blatantly stare, eyes wide and mouth popping open a little. What.... what the.... what the fuck??? No seriously, what??? Kwan’s eyes move a little, following the motion of the tail? As it does a little lazy swish across the ground and slightly in the air. A bit of it is even curled under Danny’s head like a pillow, man it’s long.

Kwan shakes his head a little and slowly inches his shoe over and gives it -him?- a little poke. Attempting to confirm if this is real. Glancing at the sleeping teens face as Danny shifts slightly and the tail? -seriously, what the ever-loving fuck???- moves slightly out of the way.

Alright. Real it is.

Kwan blinks, just to make extra sure he hasn’t gone insane or started hallucinating out of extreme poetry-induced boredom. Opening his mouth more and blurting out, “Fenton... what the fuck man”.

Mr. Lancer sighs, speaking towards the whiteboard, “language, Mr. Ishiama”, turning to actually face one of the ‘prized’ -more like idolised- football stars, and seeing the teen paying absolutely zero attention; instead he’s staring dumbfounded at Daniel. Which... isn’t promising. Unsurprisingly, like whenever some kind of Daniel-related disturbance happened, the entire class turns to look to the teen at Kwan’s words. Mr. Lancer, of course, does the same, but he likes to think his reasons were more positive.

Lancer drops the marker he was holding to the ground, turning around fully to face the class with raised eyebrows, “Lord Of The Flies!”. It doesn’t take anything more than that to get the rest of the class going. Some even getting up or falling out of their chairs.

“Holy Shit Fenton”.

“Uh, should we wake him?”.

“Okay seriously, that can’t be normal? Right? RIGHT?”.

“His does have that weird ecto-contamination though?”.

“Oh my... it’s actually kinda... cute?”.

“Ecto-contamination my ass, he doesn’t have legs”.

“Hahaha hahah ha he looks like a Naga”.

“Shut up nerd”.

“I wonder if he even knows?”.

“I mean, this has to be a ghostly ecto thing?”.

“How the shit wouldn’t he?”.

“How do you think, moron. Maybe this just happens when he sleeps?”.

“I bet his freak parents are to blame. Probably some experiment gone wrong”.

“HA. That would track”.

“Maybe a ghost pranked him and stole his legs?”.

“That’s stupid”.

“Wonder of he could, like, hold stuff with it”.

“I’ll show you stupid”.

At that point Lancer has to step forward to stop the minor brawl that’s starting, “enough, Wuthering Heights, no fighting in class”, pushing Lily and Emily apart; who scowl at each other. Looking to Daniel, at this point basically everyone is standing up and around Daniel’s desk; unabashedly staring at or poking the occasionally swishing wiggling tail. Some was curled around his waist, some of it on the floor, some underneath his head, and the tip was just flicking in the air. There’s honestly no point in even trying to get class back on track. Reaching out to grab and shake the teen's shoulder, hopefully he’s not passed out enough to ignore that.

Half the class either gapes, jumps back, or laughs when, on the fourth slightly aggressive shake, Danny one arm judo flips or something Mr. Lancer over him and into the wall. The tail completely uncurling and waving lazily on the floor.

“HOLY SHIT!”.

“Damn Danny. Okay then”.

“Well, that just happened”.

“Oh man. Hahahaha. That was awesome”.

“Fenton? How the?”.

Mr. Lancer rights himself with little effort, slightly used to this after years in ‘the most haunted city in the world’. That, and Daniel’s chucked him across a room once before to get him out of the way of some debris. Daniel however, jerks to be sitting upright, the tail? lashes violently into one of the desk legs sending the entire desk flipping onto its side; with Daniel included.

Danny rubs the side of his head while yawning and pushing himself up with one arm, “what the Zone guys?”, and then looks around at all the teens just... staring at him. “Uhhhhh. I didn’t, like, blow something up again, did I?”.

Kwan blinks at him, “Fenton man, how can you not know why we’re all looking at you like you just walked off the set for the fucking Exorcist”.

Star seemingly takes a bit of pity on their strangest classmate, “Danny hon, your tail’s showing”, sounding weirdly unfazed by all this. But the entire class facepalms when the boy blushes and moves to cover his crotch of all things.

Though Mr. Lancer can understand the boy’s reasoning, considering he lost his pants so often as a freshman that Lancer literally bought Daniel a belt and kept a spare for him on hand at all times.

But Danny moving to do that gets him to finally, finally, notice shit is supremely not normal. He screws up his eyebrows, actually mutters, “well that don’t seem right, considering the circumstances”, and looks down.

No one says anything for a bit while Danny blinks down at the tail, everyone watching it swish around lazily. Danny looks back up to everyone, and only has this to say for himself, “uhhhhhh”.

Kwan flops back down into his desk and laughs, “man, is that seriously all you’re gonna give us? You sprouted a ghost tail in the middle of class!”.

“Yeah!”.

“You don’t even seem surprised. Figures”.

“So... your parents fucked you up.... again”.

“Language”.

“Oh come on! This has to be a prank”.

“You’ve got to say more than that”.

“You know what? Fuck this shit. I don’t even want to know”.

“Pussy”.

“Fuck off”.

“Language, Todd”.

“Can you even walk right now?”.

“How? No really. How?”.

“Of course can’t walk, he doesn’t have legs. You need those to walk, moron. It’s a basic requirement actually”.

Lancer sighs, pushing a few students away from Daniel before looking to the teen, “are you alright, Daniel? Do you... need to go to the nurse for... this”, and gestures at the tail; attempting not to seemed freaked out.

Danny immediately shakes his head and waves his hands back and forth; easily sitting up on the tail like this is nothing new, “no! No! I’m fine! All good!”.

Mr. Lancer just sighs as nearly the entire class shouts, “BULLSHIT!”, and do some variation of staring or pointing at the boy’s tail. Which, while being reasonable reactions, isn’t allowed on school grounds.

Danny laughs awkwardly, glancing back at the tail and back up, “heh”, the tail coiling up under and behind him some. That just encourages more questions though.

“Oh! So you can actually control it”.

“How’s it attached to your nerves and stuff though?”.

“Oh Zone, another nerd alert?”.

“It’s reasonable! This is illogical!”.

“Objection!”.

“What?”.

“Nothing. I just really wanted to say that”.

“Why’d you even form it?”.

“Oh! Oh! If you can do this then can we?!?! Is this just an contamination thing?”.

“Okay point. What’s the use of this thing and especially while sleeping?”.

“Oh mi god yas girl! I would look so cute with a ghost tail!”.

“Oh I know girl!”.

“Right!”.

“Oh someone gag me”.

“Sure”.

“Someone other than you”.

“What’s it feel like?”.

Daniel mutters to the side, “whelp. I fucked up. Nice going Fenton”. But Mr. Lancer’s pretty sure he’s the only one that even heard that as the students pretty well start bickering with each other or asking Daniel questions without actually paying him any mind or just staring at the tail. Which is frankly, rude. But it does give Lancer a chance to ask, in a much quieter tone, “are you sure you’re alright?”. Daniel nods at him immediately and gives a small, confident though shaky, smile. Lancer nods right back before standing up, if he didn’t have to question Daniel’s oddness then it was honestly better not to question it at all.

Mr. Lancer stands up and looks around at the other teens, “alright everyone, now I know there’s no point in picking back up where we left off, but everyone at the very least sit back down for the last few minutes”, sighing to himself when only the ‘good’ students do as asked, “if you give him some space he might, might, actually answer something”; that gets everyone sitting down real quick.

Mr. Lancer walks back to his own desk and practically collapses into his chair, watching Daniel very awkwardly right his desk and pull himself up back into his seat. Lancer wants to know why he hasn’t changed back to, you know, legs. Or if he even can. He should probably call the Fenton’s honestly. But, Catcher In The Rye, he so doesn’t want to. Really doesn’t want to. But if he can’t have legs, then he was going to have to. But if he asks then everyone will bombard the boy again. They were staring at him enough as it was and that... tail wasn’t exactly hiding his discomfort. Considering how it was all coiled up over itself in the boy’s seat.

Danny looks around, leans back, and then slams his head into his desk, grumbling, “y’all aren’t gonna leave me alone unless I explain this, are you?”.

“Are you kidding Fenton? No”.

“Hahaha, obviously”.

“Oh come on, why wouldn’t you want to brag about this?“.

“Maybe because this is freaky and he’s a freak?”.

“Rechenbache, that’s enough”.

Danny sighs into the desk top before sitting back up right and letting the tail uncoil. Grumbling, “ugh. Why couldn’t I just have stayed in bed?”, shaking his head and looking at the class, “okay this-”, sticking his hand out a bit, the class watching the tip of the tail move to lay in his open palm, “-is normal for me”, shrugging awkwardly, “kinda common thing while asleep”, grumbling almost aggressively, “which I’m now realising was a major mistake to get into the habit of”.

Star blinks at him before giggling, “so you just sleep with a ghost tail? Why? Is kinda cute though”, a couple less stuck up girls nod and glance at each other; nodding more. That just makes Danny blush and mutter incoherently.

Larry sticks his arms out to the side, “that still doesn’t answer the ‘how’?”.

“Yeah!”.

“Is that all you know how to say?”.

“Heck that doesn’t even answer the why!”.

“Uh, yeah? Yeah it does. Fenton was asleep”.

“That’s not what I mean, dumbass”.

“Language”.

“I second the ‘why’. Why sleep with that?”.

“And honestly dude? You constantly sleep in class. How did you not think this was gonna happen if it’s so routine”.

Danny scowls and rolls his eyes, “oh can it”, sighing, “and ‘cause it’s comfy alright? Geez. My sleeping routines are none of y’alls business”.

Kwan sticks up a finger, “uh, actually you kinda make it our business by sleeping in class”.

“Fuck off”.

“Daniel”.

Danny rolls his eyes at Mr. Lancer before addressing the class again, “and it’s just ‘cause of my ecto. You know my shit’s weird, stop being surprised when it proves it’s weird”.

Kwan sputters at that, “man, full-on ghost body parts and disappearing legs is beyond weird”.

Danny shrugs, not even attempting to deny that fact, “portable pillow and blankets that can’t be blown up. Plus, it helps me shed excess ecto. Y’all just shed your smaller amounts through your skin, lame”.

“Huh, that actually makes sense”.

“Still weird you even do that man”.

“Wow. Being ecto-absorbent seems like a real pain”.

“So breathing, but for ecto”. That one earns a couple laughs, including from Danny.

“Guess living in the ecto house that would make sense”.

“Honestly man? I would say you should just wear those hideous anti-ecto jumpsuits”, practically everyone cringes, “but, y’ know, hideous”.

“Capital ‘H’ Hideous”.

“Zone! I’d rather a freaking tail over those suits too”.

“Are we all still ignoring that this shouldn’t be possible and is still illogical?”.

“Shut up, Larry. Nobody loves you”.

“Thing looks long enough you really could, like, pull it up and use it as a pillow”.

“That’s literally what Fenton-dude was doing”.

“Shut up, I wasn’t the one staring at him while he sleeps”.

Brittney perks up, “do you sleep like a cat? You know, all curled up?”, tilting her head, “it was all curled under you just a bit ago”. That earns more blushing from Danny, making quite a few girls giggle and effectively confirming that yes, yes he did. Danny just mutters, “it’s comfy”, again. Which only results in even more giggles.

Danny looks up at the sound of the bell, flops his tail to the ground, and the entire class just watch in awe as the tail solidifies and splits into regular ol’ jean-covered legs and red/white sneakers. Half the class muttering ‘woah’, while he just gets up and very obviously makes a beeline for the door. Lancer’s just glad he can walk. Danny pointing at the class without actually looking at anyone or slowing down, “maybe don’t go telling everyone about this yeah?”.

Needless to say, everyone told everyone. Though Mr. Lancer told the other teachers that the strange new rumour surrounding Daniel was yet another practical joke. Which, with Daniel, was absolutely believable. And one thing no one does, is tell the Fenton’s. Which is all Danny had honestly hoped for.

End.

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qqueenofhades · 4 years

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Your political posts recently have been excellent. I was 17 during the 2016 election and watching everything go down while not being able to vote (and watching people choose not to vote) was horrible. I can’t believe how many people on the left seem to have forgotten 2016. I’m worried about the leftist twitter mob and the anti-trump conservatives in swing states who might not vote at all and the voter suppression. I’m so worried about everything right now.

Oof, hon. That is a Big Big Mood.

It’s a hard and surreal feeling when you’re having conversations, as have happened in my family and probably in many of yours, with your parents about what to do if we need to leave the country and flee to Canada (or wherever else) at a moment’s notice. My father is 67 years old and disabled, and he is so worried about all of this (as he damn well should be) because we’re well past the dress-rehearsal stages of fascism and into outright fascism. We are making serious plans to relocate permanently out of America no matter how the election goes, because I honestly cannot take this country at all anymore, and my family feels the same. We have had the conversation about “what if this country collapses and we have to get out.” It’s scary and it’s awful and I hate that we’re having to do this, and I hate even more that people are deliberately rejecting their chance (again, the LAST CHANCE WE HAVE) to reject Trump in a (somewhat) democratic fashion. No wonder we can’t remember history at all when we can’t even remember, as you point out, four years ago.

I just can’t with the renewed kerfuffle that the Harris pick has kicked up, not least because most of us knew or figured for a long time that it was coming. Somehow the twitterati wants us to believe that they would have happily skipped to their polling station to vote for Joe Biden, despite months of screaming about rapist/dementia/corporate ghoul/worse than Trump/senile/won’t follow through on his promises/insert tagline here, if only he hadn’t picked Kamala “Cop” Harris. (She’s a lawyer, not a cop, and her prosecutorial career also specialized in putting away male predators for rape and murder and taking financial giants to town for multibillion-dollar fraud settlements, aka the kind of people we want to see punished, but hey, all nuance is evil.) Because... come on.... seriously???

If Biden had picked Stacey Abrams (and don’t get me wrong, she was my favorite too for a while) the narrative would be about she is inexperienced and has never held any executive office (which she hasn’t), and this is bad because it means he’s senile. If Biden had picked Val Demings, who was ACTUALLY a cop, more cop screaming. If Biden had picked Karen Bass, they would have fixated on her remark praising Castro at his death (which she has subsequently apologized and retracted) and moaned about how this lost Florida. If Biden had picked Susan Rice, who was entangled with the whole Benghazi scandal, BENGHAZI BENGHAZI BENGHAZI HILLARY CLINTON EVIL would have been shouted by both the right and the left. If Biden had picked Elizabeth Warren, oh my god. FAKE PROGRESSIVE CORPORATE SHILL WHITE DEMON WHO DARED TO ATTACK BERNIE!!! would be bellowed from the rooftops. There is literally nobody who would have been Progressive enough for the leftist twitterites, and if they claim there is, they’re lying. Plus, the Vice President does.... not make policy??? He (or she, in this case, and I love that) is there to implement the President’s goals, to advise, consult, take over if necessary, and otherwise serve in a supporting role. So why the fuck on earth is a long-expected VP pick suddenly The Straw That Broke The Camel’s Back?

You wanna know the Upside Down we’re living in right now? Sarah Palin (yes, that Sarah Palin) has been openly more supportive of Kamala Harris than some of the supposed members of her own party for getting the pick. And that’s not because RAH RAH HARRIS’S POLICIES ARE JUST LIKE SARAH PALIN!!! Sarah Palin has offered her advice to Harris without a partisan bent and even said she’s happy to see her picked and that she hopes Harris isn’t attacked in the same way she was (fat chance) and that she should be confident and present herself to the American public as she is. And that is... surprisingly... not terrible advice?? And I’m genuinely happy that the only other female VP pick, as embarrassingly unprepared as she might have been, is doing that, while wondering how on earth we’re living in a world where, again, Sarah Palin is being more supportive than supposed Democratic voters. I don’t get it, chief.

The racist, misogynistic, “nasty woman” attacks on Harris have already eagerly begun from the right, the same stuff they hit Hillary Clinton with, and just as before, the left is eager to pile on rather than to defend their candidate, because they’d rather tear her down for not having policies that perfectly aligned with their own at all times rather than attack her outright fascist opponents. I don’t agree with everything Kamala has done either. But guess what? I DO agree with some things that she HAS done! And I’m going to defend her like crazy, because lord, I am tired of us eating our own. Kamala is experienced, competent, her nomination is historic, and she can clearly do the job. AND SHE IS STILL THE VICE PRESIDENT. NOT THE TOP OF THE TICKET.

The good news is: Biden has leads outside the margin of error in almost all swing states (which don’t matter a damn unless voters actually show up and vote, and we’ve already discussed how hard the GOP is deliberately making that, because they can only win by cheating) and far larger than Clinton’s leads at this time in 2016. Black voters, while being wary of some elements of Harris’s past, are largely very happy with the pick and agree that she can continue to evolve on her policy stances, and that the selection of a Black woman who has been a leader on criminal justice and police reform sends a strong message. Biden’s campaign had its best fundraising hour ever and ultimately raised $26 million in 24 hours after Harris joined the ticket, reflecting a surge of Democratic voter energy and enthusiasm. (That does not count leftists, who aren’t registered Democrats and don’t vote for Democrats and yet still act like their views are mainstream within the party.) So as loud and as obnoxious and maddening as they are, the hard left twitterati still aren’t actually the people that we are counting on as a core constituency. But this election is going to be very hard, and all the people threatening to sit out for some ridiculous moral-ideology reason are only going to make it harder for themselves and us.

I don’t know what to say. I spend a lot of time being scared too. Especially when it can feel like I’m yelling into the void over all this, and the sanctimonious circle-jerking baffles me beyond all reason. But we are not alone, we will do our best, and that is all we can ask for.

#politics for ts #your salty internet aunt is Fed Up kiddos #anonymous #ask

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bakugouscentedcaramel · 5 years

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🍺Drunk Bois Hour🍻

Since my birthdays comin on the 13th why not have some drunk Bois to be paired with a future drunk Val?

Bakugou

His guilty pleasure is a Bloody Mary

Average tolerance

Will 100% have drinking competitions

When he's plastered he'll fight anything, yes even himself, you might've held a mirror to him

Once tensions have passed expect him to ramble on and on about his hero work

Eventually you come up in conversation and he gets gushy

Really gushy

"Look at y/n. Aren't they beautiful? They're so *hic* gorgeous... I'm so lucky to have them... Wait a minute... who th- *hic* FUCK IS THAT HOLDING HANDS WITH THEM?"

"That's you Katsu, that's our picture, dumbass"

"Oi, only I can call people d-*hic* dumbasses, dumbass."

Midoriya

Long Island Iced Tea boi

He only had half his glass and he's wasted

Poor boy is so emotional

He goes from hyper fixated on something playing on the TV

To being emotional about you two dating

To laughing hysterically at someone falling

To crying over the fact that you two are actually dating

"I-im so lucky to be yours Y/n... Wait.. d-does that mean we.."

His eyes grow wide and a violent blush takes his cheeks hostage

"DID WE HAVE SEX??? OH NO, IVE GOTTA TELL MOM"

Cue you covering his mouth and trying to leave the now traumatized bar guests as Izuku keeps making little things into big deals

Todoroki

Negroni

He's a heavy weight surprisingly enough

But once he's drunk you better buckle up

Because now his filters off and he's a natural flirt

"Hey, Y/n, did I ever tell you how absolutely weak I am for your eyes?" He says while lifting your chin up to meet his eyes

Does the whole rolled up sleeves laying his head on his arm whole talking to you bit

You are 100% of his attention

He's touching some part of you at all times

Buys you drinks with innuendos ex sex on the beach

Expect a very passionate Shoto when you two get home

Sero

Margarita

He's an average weight party boi

Social drinker 100% of the way

"Listen Y/n, I'm here for a good time, not a long time" *proceeds to shotgun beer*

You have to be his impulse control

He will 10000% try Spiderman moves if you let him

You're trying to find him in the crowd when the Spiderman theme starts playing

He swings from a rafter and slaps into a wall

Looks like you have to use his own tape to tie him up before he hurts himself

"Y/n, I'm fuckin Spiderman!! You know what that means?!"

"what Sero"

"SPIDERMAN KISS! DUH"

Ok maybe you'll indulge just this once

Denki

Cosmopolitan

He's a lightweight in denial

"Just one more"x5

He's a frisky dunce

"Mmm Y/n, you look so damn sexy right now... Oh look, there's two of you! Doublleeeee troubleeeee~"

If only there was a camera for you to Office™ into

Constantly leaning on you for support and to flirt

Someone else started chanting "shots" and you had to drag him outside

"But Y/nnnnn I wanted to do a body shot off of your delicious curves~"

You really can't go anywhere with him

Kirishima

Moscow Mule

He's got a high tolerance

Social drinker

Once he gets drunk he's drunk for a while though

"Hey, y-you look a lot like someone I know..." Kiri rummages through his wallet to pull out a picture of you two, "You look a lot like my (wo)man..."

Bless him if you tease him and flirt with him

"I'll have you know, I'm taken! My heart belongs to *hic* my beautifully gorgeous Y/n.. y/n... Shit I need to call them.."

His face when your phone starts ringing is priceless

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH Y/N YOU THOT???"

Now he's making a scene

Shinsou

Old Fasioned

He's got an average tolerance

He's super clingy when the whiskey gets a grip on him

"Y/n no, don't leave. I can't be by myself"

"Shin I'm just going to the bathroom"

"IM COMING TOO DAMMIT"

Finds everything hilarious

"Y/n" he's trying to hide his laughter

"Yes hon?"

"Your flys down" he bursts out laughing

"IM ON THE TOILET OF COURSE IT IS"

*unholy screech laughter*

Just call him a hyena because he's cackling

Dabi

Whiskey Sour

He's got an extremely average tolerance

Once the drink gets him he's drunk all night though

He's a flirty drunk

"Hey baby, you taken?"

"Yes Dabi"

"Damn we're already on a first name basis? And you're taken? Well good thing he's not around..."

Nearly slams his head on the bar twice

This long legged boi is looking like Bambi at the end of the night

He's going to need help walking to bed

"Oh looks like I'm getting lucky tonight dollface~"

"Dabi, we're dating already and I'm just helping you get ready for bed"

"So bold of you to take the lead like this doll~"

Frustrated sigh

Toshinori

Mimosa

You wouldn't think he'd be a lightweight but here we are

You also wouldn't think he's drunk, until he opens his mouth

"Y-y/n, y/n! Y/n.. listen.. I love you"

He's a lovey drunk

Constantly attached to your hip literally and figuratively

Tries to be sly and flirt with you but it doesn't come out right

Starts talking about his students and gets super emotional

"They're like my kids Y/n, our kids... Holy shit... We have 20 kids.. Y/N HOLY SHIT WEVE GOT 20 KIDS AT HOME"

"No Toshi that's not- TOSHI GIVE ME THE KEYS"

Aizawa

Manhattan

He's a heavy weight but his sleep deprivation makes him a lightweight

He's a neutral evil

Roasts everyone at the bar over small insignificant things

"you smell like a barber shop that caught on fire, please go outside and take care of yourself"

Nearly chokes on his Manhattan when you slip nearly off the barstool

He's laughing constantly

Not like a haha laugh but a fjeknsekkdke

Tell him knock knock jokes to make him really lose his shit

"You know Y/n, I've always wanted to tie you up in my scarf..."

"NOT NOW SHOUTA"

#bnha imagines #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #midoriya x reader #mha imagines #mha x reader #kirishima x reader #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #kaminari x reader #shinsou x reader #dabi x reader #aizawa x reader #sero x reader #toshinori x reader

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katorainwonderland · 4 years

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Dance For You

Prompt: Hey babe! I adore your blog, and I feel like you can execute this request well :) can I have a black reader/Sam one-shot where it's sam's birthday so the reader dances for him to "dance for you" by Beyoncé and smut ensues? Thanks!! Rating: Mature/Explicit Pairing: Sam Winchester/Reader Word Count: 1,985 Warning: Slight daddy!kink, rough sex, Sam has a dirty mouth lol Author's Note: Hey, all, its been almost 5 years since I’ve posted any fics on here and tumblr has gone through so many changes but the people who still love fanfics are still here with me and I appreciate all the reblogs and likes and loves that I’ve gotten on my old fics. Idk if the person who requested this is still following me but hon, I am so sorry for taking so many years for this, life has been crazy, I’m now a 27 year old with back problems and all types of issues lol but I hope you can forgive the delay! I love you all and hope you enjoy this, sorry, no beta, enjoy the grammatical errors lol!

P.S.: If tumblr takes this down, i’ll post it somewhere else.

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“Charlie, I feel ridiculous.” You grumbled, glancing at yourself in the mirror at the lingerie.

“But you look fucking sexy.” She reassured.

You grunted in disbelief as Charlie tried to fix the one side of your hair that wasn’t trying to cooperate.

“Its just… I’ve never done anything like this for him and what if I fuck it up?!”

“Look, I can guarantee that Sam will love his birthday present, he’s been away for weeks and I’m sure he’s missing you, and even if you do fuck up, Sam won’t care. You know how he is.”

Yeah, you did. Sam was the most caring, understanding person you had the honor of being with.

“You’re going to have to turn the heat up on that if you’re gonna get it straight enough.”

“Why couldn’t we just leave your hair the way it was? You know Sam loves your natural hair.” She asked turning the dial to ten.

“I wanted to do something different and you had to do it because you know I’m not good at using the flat irons. I mean, I could have braided it but that would have taken longer to do and we’re on a time limit.” You rambled nervously trying to distract yourself from the knots your stomach was twisting itself in.

“Hey, it’s okay, calm down and just take some deep breaths, you tried out all your moves on me first and honestly you were sexy. So, just listen to the beat of the song, feel it and don’t forget to breathe.” The red head finished up just as you got a text from Sam.

‘Just 20 minutes away.’

'Good, I’m waiting for you in the bedroom; )’

'I can’t wait to see you, mind if I shower first?’

'Not at all, take your time.’

'Oh, and tell Dean he may not want to stick around tonight.’

Charlie began packing up her things, and you walked her to her car in the garage, the heels you were wearing clicked as you walked, echoing off the walls of the bunker and oddly calming you.

“You look hot, ok, you’ll do fine. Plus you’ll have some mind blowing sex, I’m sure of it.” She said giving you a tight hug before getting in her car and driving off, leaving you standing there.

You took a deep breath before hurrying back to the bedroom, you slipped your robe on and set everything up, the music would be ready to play at the press of a button, the light was off and you had more than a few candles lighting the space, and you were all dressed and ready.

You heard Sam walk past the room a few minutes later heading straight for the showers and you sat patiently, albeit nervously, on the edge of the bed.

'Stop it!’ You thought as you stretched and loosened yourself up.

'Should have drank some alcohol.’

You got up from the bed and sat in the chair you had set in the room for the lap dance. Crossing one leg over the other you looked like the epitome of confidence and you decided that you could do this!

You gave yourself an internal pep talk and by the time you heard Sam’s feet pit pat down the hall you were ready.

He opened the door and his eyes quickly landed on you, your heart jumped in your chest but you kept your calm and smiled. You were happy to finally see him and you could tell from his own bright, beautiful smile that he felt the same for you. He was in nothing but some loose cotton sweat pants and you knew that he had nothing else on but that. Sam usually didn't feel the need for underwear unless it was necessary.

He let his bag fall to the floor as you stood, he made his way over to you and took you into his arms. His lips were on yours in no time, your arms wrapped around his neck and damn it was tempting to just forget about the lap dance and just let him take you on the bed, but no, it was his birthday and he was getting his present.

“Wait.” You spoke breathlessly, pulling back from the kiss.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, those hazel eyes looking at you with worry as if he had done something wrong.

“Nothing,” You got out of his arms and directed him to the chair. “I have a surprise for you,”

“Didn’t think I forgot that it’s your birthday, did you?” You smirk as he sits down. “No touching, okay Sammy.” You give him a wink as you make your way over to start the music.

Just as the music begins you untie your robe, letting it fall off your body to reveal the lingerie and you notice Sam’s eyes go wide as he takes you in.

I just wanna show you how much I appreciate you

Wanna show you how much I'm dedicated to you

Wanna show you how much I will forever be true

You started slow, giving yourself innocent touches, starting along you thighs, then as the song went on your touches got bolder.

Your hands lifted the lace babydoll to reveal the skimpy lace panties underneath and you watched as Sam bit his lip. You took slow steps towards him, trying to be as graceful as you could while dancing. You stood in front of him circling your hips seductively, your hands sliding up and touching your breasts before ascending more and running through your hair playfully messing it up and making him smile, which, in turn made you smile.

Loving you is really all that's on my mind

And I can't help but to think about it day and night

I wanna make that body rock

Sit back and watch

You pushed him back into the chair as you straddled his legs.

Tonight I'm gonna dance for you, oh-oh

Tonight I'm gonna put my body on your body

Boy I like it when you watch me, ah

Tonight it's going down

You began to grind down on him and you were surprised to feel that he was already hard but you knew you could get him harder and ready to burst.

You climbed off him and turned away from him, bending over to give him a good view of your ass and you heard him groan.

“Fuck, ______.”

As the chorus ended you stood, turned back to him then slid to your knees in front of him. You reached your hand up and it landed on his tattoo before travelling down his toned midsection. You teased him as you stopped right before touching his length, which strained against the pants.

You giggled and stood once again turning away from him, you straddled his legs again but this time you ground your ass back onto him.

You were surprised that he was doing so well with the no touching direction you gave him, so you took his arms and wrapped them around your waist as you leaned your back against his chest then arch against him.

You were about to get off him again but his arms refused to move, you laughed as he kissed your neck.

“Sam, I have to finish.” You whispered.

“Shit, ______, I can't let you, you’re so fucking hot babe, I'm going to cream my pants like a 13 year old if you continue.”

“Well, what are you going to do about it?” You asked rubbing your ass against him again making him moan in your ear.

God, hearing him moan like that had your pussy throbbing for attention.

He suddenly got up, picking you up with him and you squealed in surprise at the sudden movement.

“Sam, let me down!” You laughed

He did as you asked only to turn you to him and press his lips to yours. One of his hands went under your babydoll to cup your wet sex. You both moaned in unison, hearts pounding in excitement.

“On the bed.” You sighed out the command when your lips broke apart and the hazel eyed hunter did as you told him happily. Laying back on the bed, his large body taking up most of it, his eyes fixated on you.

You climbed over top of him connecting your lips again, the music had turned off and all you could hear was the smacking of your lips and heavy breathing. He couldn’t keep his hands off of you and somehow he ended up getting the babydoll off of you with ease, leaving you in your panties and heels.

“Sam.” You moaned and the next thing you know you’re underneath him, his sweatpants had lowered on his hips and he pulled them down more to reveal his thick dick, your pussy throbbed with need as he slid the panties to the side and ran his fingers over your wetness to check and see if you were ready to take him.

You had been ready, ever since he walked in the room you were wet with the need for him.

“You already ready for me baby?” He said, voice thick with lust

“Yes, daddy, always.” You breathlessly answered

He gripped his length and lined it up with your opening, panties still slid to the side of your lips, and now that you thought about it you should have gotten crotch less ones. Next time.

He slowly slid himself into your heat and groaned as your pussy gripped at his cock. Your eyes closed at the feeling of him stretching your walls just right and there was no hesitation as he seated himself in you to start thrusting. The pace was fast and needy, you both had been waiting entirely too long for this and now was not the time to go slow.

His hands traveled all over you, lighting your body on fire, and all you could do was hold on to him, the bed, the pillows for dear life as he pounded into you. You could feel your end coming and just as you were about to come Sam grabbed you and flipped you over onto your stomach, barely exiting you but with that first thrust from this different angle you came with a scream, your body shaking from the force of your orgasm. You were inching off his dick but he wasn’t allowing that.

“No, where you going, stop running away from this dick.” He slapped your ass as he gave another thrust, making you moan deeply.

“Fuck, Sam.” He knew how much you loved how filthy his words got when you were having sex.

His hand grabbed your waist and pulled you back onto his dick, his other hand coming up to grab your hair, your body perfectly arched for the deepest penetration. Sam loved this position, he loved seeing your ass bounce on him and seeing him disappear into your moist heat.

“Shit, baby, I’m about to cum. Where do you want me to cum, huh, babygirl?”

“Inside me, Sam, damn, please cum in me.” You sounded so worn and ravaged and you couldn’t stop the second orgasm that racked through you.

With a few more thrust he was cuming inside you, his grunts so animalistic and raw. He emptied himself into you and before he laid next to you he kissed up your back to your neck and whispered in your ear.

“Thank you, babe, this was the best birthday present.”

“And it’s not over, I made you a cake.” You laughed as he laid down and pulled you to him, it was the that you had just realized you still had the heels on.

“Don’t take them off, I like them and were going again, maybe I can eat the cake off you.” He smirked

“Yes, sir.” You sighed happily as you cuddled up to him.

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angry-slytherin · 4 years

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Heaven Help Me(Ch 4)

Jo yawns, grabbing the coffee from Link’s hand, and taking a sip.

“Hey! I need that,” he takes it back, “Scout’s birthday party is tomorrow morning and I can’t leave until my fellow finishes his first solo Acetabular fixation.”

Jo gasps, smacking her face.

“What?”

“Oh my god. I totally forgot to get him a gift.” Link laughs at this.

“He’s only nearly three, I doubt he’ll even care; he’s only there for the cake and the attention.” Jo snatches Link’s coffee again, takes a swig, and hands it back to him. Then she stands up.

“He’s my only nephew, I’m going to spoil him!” Her eyes go wide, and she grabs her purse before leaving Link sitting alone in the lounge.

On her way out, she bumps into Izzie Stevens.

“Hey, Doctor Wilson. So sorry about the other night, by the way. My husband and I shouldn’t have been working out personal problems at work. But thanks for whatever you told Alex, it knocked some real sense into him.” Izzie smiles brightly. Jo smiles back, waving a hand.

“It’s no problem, really. I just told him that he should learn to agree with his wife before kids get involved. He’s the first person here who’s treated me like a friend, so I figured he would listen to my advice. I’m glad he did.” Izzie nods, locking Jo’s gaze.

“Do you have kids?”

“No. Someday, hopefully,” Jo shrugs, “With the right person.”

“Yeah. Once you find them, you’ll know. Alex invigorates me like no other sometimes, but I have no doubts he’ll be a great dad. He’s great with kids,” Izzie proudly states. Jo presses her lips together.

“He and I had a patient the other day, and he took is pretty hard when the kid bled out.”

“That’s him. I’m lucky, not everyone can say their husband will be a great father; but the way Alsx handles kids...it’s hard to have doubts.”

Jo smiles, “Yeah. He seems pretty great with them.”

“I’m sorry, I have a patient waiting. But it was nice talking to you!” Izzie waves, and Jo startlingly sees herself in the gesture.

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“Hi Wilson.” A voice whispers in Jo’s ear. She turns around and it’s Alex, smirking at her.

“Hey Karev.” She grins back. Jo finds herself close to flirting, and she has to keep the fact that he’s married in the back of her mind.

“I figured I’d see you here. Is Link actually your brother? I don’t know him well, but he’s never mentioned a sister.”

“No. He and I waited tables together in undergrad for a while. He’s basically my brother, but not biologically or anything.” Jo looks down.

“Well biology doesn’t make a family for a lot of people. What about marriages?” Alex points out. Jo looks back up at him, eyebrows stitched.

“Yeah, I guess. My therapist used to tell me that for orphaned people- although I guess I’m only suto-orphaned in the technical sense- a biological family member becomes very important. I really should start dating in Seattle, shouldn’t I?” Jo laughs.

“How do you do that? Talk about having no family, no parents, so nonchalantly?” Alex questions. Jo bites her lip.

“I mean for me, it’s nothing new. I’ve never really had family. I was married once, but that’s over, and I was really young. It’s uh- I don’t like to talk about it. But I guess I don’t have a problem if it’s the conversation.”

“If it makes you feel any better, my mom was a schizophrenic all growing up, and my dad was a junkie who hit her and abandoned us. I was in eleven foster homes, by the way. I didn’t mention it when we both said we were foster kids,” Alex grins.

“Oh so we’re competing now? I was in thirteen.”

“That’s tragic. My brother is a schizophrenic now, just so you know. He tried to kill my kid sister; she was sixteen.”

“I lived in my car for a year. I was sixteen.” Jo locks Alex’s eyes and they both burst out laughing.

“It’s really nice to find someone who understands,” Jo smiles.

“Yeah. It is. I’m sorry you lived in your car and nobody loves you.”

“I’m sorry your family is either alcoholic or mentally ill.” Then they both start laughing again.

“You’ll find someone, Jo. Don’t worry. I mean look at me, I’ve got Izzie, and I’m going to have kids.”

“Oh yes. Lots of Stevens-Karev children.” Jo giggles. Link comes over to the corner that Jo and Alex reside in, with a camera in hand.

“It’s cake time.” Unexplainably, this sets the two friends off again.

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After they’ve sung ‘Happy Birthday’ to Scout, and cut the cake, Jo finds herself with both Izzie and Alex for the first time; which is odd to her considering she’s basically been a third extension of their marital issues for the past week.

“Oh hey, Doctor Wilson!” Izzie Stevens is smiling again, that bright, happy smile that one can only have if they so possess great optimism and hope. It makes Jo smile too.

“You can just call me Jo,” Jo tells the blonde woman, and then presses her lips together in amusement, catching Alex’s eyes.

“Then you can call me Izzie.”

“Right,” a pause, “So Alex tells me you’re a surgical oncologist? That’s encompasses two medical fields in one; what’s that like?”

“Oh well I love surgery, but I also love getting to know my patients, and really bringing them through to health whenever I can. I’m sure you get that though, with your surgical innovation fellowship along with being a practicing surgeon, no?”

“I certainly do. Poor Alex here is just stuck fixing cute kids all day,” Jo quips.

“Oh ha-ha.” Alex rolls his eyes, “You keep killing mice, Wilson. I’ll be over here actually saving someone’s ass.”

“Alex!” Izzie chastises her husband.

“It’s okay, Izzie,” Jo waves the air, “You’re just jealous my brilliant brain is going to get me filthy rich.”

“Oh, hon, she’s got you there,” Izzie laughs. Alex grumbles, but stares at Jo nonetheless. It makes her look away, uncomfortable. Izzie playfully pushes Alex and they kiss. That makes Jo infinitely more uncomfortable.

“I uh- I’m going to get a drink I think. Would either of you like anything?” They both decline and Jo saunters over to the concession table. There is Amelia, holding her son. Jo grabs the small boy out of Amelia’s arms and holds him.

“Hey there, birthday boy. How does three feel?” Jo gives the baby a closed-lip smile.

“Great! I like the cake!”

“Awesome,” Jo gives Scout a high-five, grabbing a lemonade juice box. Amelia is studying her.

“Are you sure you don’t have a thing with Alex? Because he looks more interested when you talk to him than he does with his wife.” Amelia grabs a napkin, wiping icing off the kid’s face.

“Amelia! No! Why do you keep asking? You’re seeing things.”

“Am I though? Good husbands look at their wives above all else.”

“Well he’s not a cheater, and I’m not a home-wrecker, so stop it. I like your son way more than you right now, and he’s now stolen my lemonade,” Jo motions to Scout with her head, drinking her juice box.

“Alright fine, but give him back. He needs to go socialize with people his own age.”

“Leave my juice box alone,” Jo grins.

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Chapter 25, pt. 4 - Promise

Hello! I know it’s been forever since I’ve posted anything new here. I promise I’ve been working on things whenever I could, but finding time and motivation has been challenging.

I’m posting a little piece here that continues from where Ed & Kate last left off. Here is a link to that last piece, in case you need to jog your memory a bit (click here).

I’m really curious to know what you think of where their story seems to be heading. Personally, I think what they’re planning is a terrible idea...yet i WANT it to happen! Lol. Tell me your thoughts!

You know that feedback is everything - please click ‘like’, reblog, and send me comments or questions. It’s really reassuring to see that my work is at the very least being read, and hopefully some people out there like it, too.

So, without further ado...

Chapter 25, pt. 4 - Promise

“Mmm, so good.” He had both elbows on the table, resting his chin on his closed fists. He looked sleepy and satisfied.

“Thanks.”

We were sat at the recently cleared kitchen table, ignoring the pile of dirty dishes in the sink. Nate and Lucy had been excused from their nightly dishwashing duty because they both had to finish their Science Fair projects due the next day, leaving Ed and me alone in the kitchen. The aroma of chili con carne still lingered.

“I never had chili with meat growing up - we were a veggie house.”

“What was that like?”

“It was fine,” he shrugged. “I didn’t know any different until I was...like, 10. My first taste of bacon made me a carnivore on the spot.”

“I don’t know if I could go veggie.”

“Ya love meat too much.”

“You know it.” I nodded my head, completely failing to keep a deadpan expression.

He grinned unapologetically. “Hey, sweet girl.”

Since our blow-up and Big Talk the previous week we’d been a little extra-attentive toward each other - a bit gentler and more accommodating than usual. Something had certainly shifted since for us. It was a good thing - exciting and wonderful, but it was also big and new, and with that came some uncertainty. So, we spent a lot of time together, quietly strengthening anything that might still have needed a little bit of healing.

“So…” He was a little antsy - his knee bouncing under the table. “I’ve been thinking.”

“What is it, hon?”

“You...you’re taking birth control now, yeah?”

“What?” I glanced out into the hallway where I could just barely see the bottom of the stairs leading up to the kids’ rooms.

His eyes briefly followed mine before he quietly went on. “You take the pill, right?”

“...yeah?” I stared at him as he grinned at my puzzled expression.

“I’ve been thinking...that maybe you should stop.”

Uhhh…?

He grinned at my wide-eyed reaction, but he was still rapid-bouncing his knee under the table, so he was maybe a little nervous, too.

“Because...?”

“Well, you know, to start...makin’ babies…?”

When I finally picked my jaw up off the floor and found my voice, all I could think of to say was, “...now?”

“Well, not this moment-now, but, I mean…” he shrugged, smirking, still bouncing that knee.

I gave him an eye roll and a nervous grin of my own. “Jesus, Ed.”

“I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said the other night - how you’ve had some trouble...with this, and I wonder if it makes sense to not wait. Or, at least to not purposely prevent it.”

He’s been thinking about this…

“You’re serious.”

He nodded, seeming sure of his words, if not of my reception of them. But then, he’d apparently been thinking it over for nearly a week.

“Um, wow, I...so many things going through my head right now.”

He didn’t say anything, but just focusing on his beautiful, tranquil blues calmed me.

“You’re sure?”

He nodded, no hesitation.

“We’re not...married…?”

He nodded again. “I don’t know what you’ll think of this - it’s just an idea, but…I reckon we don’t need to rush that. We could...keep on as we are for now, but stop trying to prevent...anything.” He exhaled loudly before rushing on. “And I know that’s like, huge, and that’s why I thought maybe we just focus on...one life-changing event at a time. Shit, I’m really going on. Am I making any sense?”

“So, you don’t want to get married? Or…?” Why am I fixating on the ‘married’ part of this? Focus on the ‘baby’ part. Holy shit...

“No, no, that’s not what I’m saying. I...auggh.” He nervously ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry, I’m doing a shit job of this.” He took a breath and shook his head self-deprecatingly.

“First of all, when I said all that before...about wanting to be a family...complete shit of me to do it like that, during an argument. It...it wasn’t a lie - I meant it, but it was a dick move, and I’m sorry.”

“Wait, no, it’s...it’s OK. You were reacting to me - I was being ridiculous. You were being honest and were focusing on us staying together.”

He took a measured breath as he studied my face. I’m not sure what he was looking for, but he seemed to be satisfied with what he saw, because he relaxed, then. “OK, but my apology stands.” He covered my hand with his and gave a little squeeze. “And second, just to be crystal clear…” His words became quieter. “I absolutely want to marry you one day.”

Over that last week I’d definitely replayed everything that had been said during our fight and subsequent heart-to-heart - more than a few times, including the part about him wanting us to be a family. It had seemed too soon to bring that up again, though, and I definitely didn’t expect to be making any decisions about it so soon. Yet, there we were talking about babies and marriage.

And, god help me, but I wanted all of it.

He watched me as I stood and covered the few steps to him at the other side of the table and pulled him up out of his chair. “Come ‘ere.”

He stood, and I couldn’t help grinning as I nodded and finally answered him with a soft “Yeah.”

“To...umm, to which part?”

His ears and cheeks were slightly pinker than usual and his eyes sparkled bright and his whole body seemed like it was about to burst from nervous tension. I stepped close, our bodies coming together as we wrapped our arms around each other - instinctively seeking and providing comfort and assurance.

“All of it.”

“Holy shit?”

Still nodding, I brought my hands behind his head, carding through the ginger curls, directing his lips down to mine. In between kisses and grins he murmured, “This went much better than the last time I brought it up.”

I kissed him once more before answering. “Well, I’m not having a panic attack this time. And also your delivery…I mean, it’s improved a little bit since last week.” I bit my lip, suppressing a giggle.

“Fair enough, but practice makes perfect, yeah? Next time I’ll have it down.”

“Next ti - ? ...Oh.”

He kissed me again, a bit more purposefully, and then murmured, “It’ll happen, and properly.”

“You know I’m holding you to that.”

“Promise, sweet girl.”

Our lips met again, giving physical credence to everything just spoken. Our bodies were melded together, mouths opening, inviting more intimate contact.

“Ewwww, ohmygod!”

We each took a hasty step away at the unexpected intrusion. I may have stifled a nervous giggle as I tried to covertly wipe my mouth while attempting to still appear completely together. Ed didn’t even try to hide his smirk.

“Heyyy Lu. What...what’s up?” My voice was unusually high-pitched.

My daughter was clearly horrified as she darted past us to the fridge, making sure the opened door blocked her line of sight to us. Her voice came out muffled and terse. “Nothing!”

Awkward silence filled the air as she rummaged. I suspect she was debating whether it would be better to keep her head in there forever, or to make a quick exit. Apparently deciding to get the heck out of Dodge, she grabbed a bottle of water and hastily retreated. Glancing toward us on her way out, she paused when she saw that we hadn’t really budged from our spots, and arms still draped around each other.

“You’re just gonna...keep doing that?”

“Probably, yeah,” Ed grinned. I might have accidentally snort-laughed. Whoops.

“Ohmygod...” Lucy groaned as she hightailed it back to her room. We stared after her for a few seconds before returning our gazes to each other, giggles finally spilling over.

“Welp. I guess she knows we kiss, now.” Ed’s voice squeaked with laughter as we came together again, just as Lucy suspected we would.

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All right folks, there ya have it. What do ya think? Terrible idea? Yay, love? A little of both? Please show some love with likes, reblogs, questions and comments, because feedback is everything!

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sign-from-god-complex · 5 years

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A Gift From Me To You - Chapter 7

Chapter Summary: Logan talks through some things.

Warnings: Mentions of parental neglect and mentions of the previously discussed suicide.

A/N: Only got a few more chapters to go!!! And I haven’t written them, so I should really get on that.

AO3 Link // Link to Chapter One! // And Two! // And Three! // And Four! // And Five! // And Six!

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“Logan?”

Logan could hear Patton’s voice ring out as he pushed the door open and he wiped at his face again, hoping to destroy any evidence of an emotional breakdown. He’s sure he was unsuccessful, but the effort was still made.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady despite his tears. “I would prefer not to speak to you right now, Patton.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so, specs. This is kind of important.”

Roman too. Excellent. Any hopes of getting out of this situation with his dignity intact were utterly destroyed.

Logan scowled, even if he felt it didn’t hold much behind it except exhaustion. “Yes, I am well aware of why you would consider this to be ‘important’.”

“No, hon. You’re not,” Patton sighed.

The two of them moved into Logan’s line of sight, taking a seat on the ground opposite him—Patton with his legs crisscrossed and Roman with his back against the leg of the table. Logan could think of a dozen places he could rest his head against—both laps, Roman’s thigh, Patton’s shoulder, Patton’s thighs, Roman’s chest—but he refused to move.

“You’ve come to congratulate me on my soulmark, on my chance for the perfect relationship, isn’t that right?” He scoffed. “Save your breath.”

There was silence.

Not a comfortable silence either, the kind of silence that forces you to reevaluate your choices thus far, because clearly, you haven’t been making the right ones. If Logan was honest, he’d regretted the words as soon as they came out of his mouth. He doesn’t want to believe the worst will come to pass, but the universe hasn’t given him much reason to believe otherwise—his friends, on the other hand, have.

Maybe he wasn’t giving them enough credit.

“Logan,” Roman said after a moment, “if you think we would ever act so tactlessly about a subject we know you have issues with, then you clearly don’t know us as well as you think.”

Logan looked up from the spot on the floor he’d been fixating on. The two of them both seemed hurt by his comment and Logan tried to stamp out the guilt that was rising up in him, but it was impossible to ignore.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. It wasn’t even reluctant and that alone was evidence of the sort of change the other two had managed to inflict in him.

Logan hadn’t been known in his past for admitting mistakes—in fact, he’d rarely apologise at all—but he was slowly learning to accept responsibility for his actions. Emphasis on slowly, but still, he was trying. He’s certain he wouldn’t have attempted that before he’d met Roman and Patton.

“It’s alright, love,” Patton replied with a small smile, “We understand this is hard for you.”

It was, and that fact alone annoyed him to no end. He should be above this kind of frustration! He should be able to brush this off and accept the change like any normal human being would do but fuck! It wasn’t that easy; why was it never easy?!

“I just- I don’t want this!” Logan waved his arm around, aware his eyes were growing wetter despite his efforts to the contrary. “I don’t want the increased chance to die of heartbreak! I don’t want the manipulation and the lack of choice! I don’t want to attempt to kill myself just because my wife did the same, completely irrespective of the child they were raising, perfectly content to leave him alone if I had succeeded, I don’t want that!”

The expressions the other two boys wore were full of shock and Logan realised belatedly what he’d just said. He threw his head back against the wall, eyes closed and aware that he was one kind touch away from breaking down into sobs.

“Logan…” Patton said slowly, “Did that happen?”

Logan cleared his throat but his voice came out weak regardless. “Yes, but it’s not important. It was a long time ago, it doesn-”

Logan spoke quickly, but not quick enough. As soon as Logan had confirmed Patton’s question he’d begun to crawl his way over until he was slotted in next to Logan, placing a comforting hand on his leg and watching as Logan struggled to hold himself together.

He couldn’t cry, not in front of them. He was Logan. He was logical and precise—giving facts and data to assist others in their decision making, getting impeccable grades due to diligent work, existing in a form outside of 1’s and 0’s purely out of human necessity. He wasn’t allowed to cry.

“Lo.”

Logan opened his eyes to see Roman had moved his way over as well, taking up residence on the other side of him. He was scanning Logan’s face like he could see every insecurity hidden in his expression and it was hugely overwhelming.

“We’re not going to judge you if you cry, you know.” Logan tensed and Roman gave a gentle smile. “You’re a human being, Logan, not a robot; you have emotions. Just… let us be here for you, okay?” He paused for a moment. “We love you.”

There was a soft touch to Logan’s waist and that’s all he could take.

He folded over, hand going to his mouth to muffle his cries and hide his face—shame not quite overtaken yet by the comfort of his friends. He could feel hands against his back, grounding touches in an attempt to mitigate the way he was shaking and it only made Logan cry harder.

He wanted so badly to tuck himself into Patton or Roman’s chest, feel their arms around him, but even still he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It wasn’t his place.

It didn’t matter how willing the two were to assist him when needed, to give him their affection, to… tell him that they loved him, Logan knew he had to keep his distance. If not for their sake, then for his own. He had walls built up for a reason after all, even if Roman and Patton were impeccable at tearing them down.

By the time his tears had slowed to nothing, Logan was exhausted—emotionally and physically. Quite honestly, he felt if he never experienced another emotion again it would be too soon; this was far too many tears for one person in one day, especially when that person was him.

Logan pulled his head up from his knees, glancing up at the concerned faces of his friends.

He wasn’t pleased to see Patton’s were eyes big and wet, like he was struggling to hold back his own tears. There was a smile plastered on his face but Logan knew from experience he couldn’t trust it’s sincerity. Roman, on the other hand, looked distant—his eyes unfocused and gazing at the ground beneath him like it held the key to the universe. Logan’s stomach clenched.

He never wanted to cause any distress, he just wanted… God, he didn’t even know what he wanted anymore. Safety. Control. Something.

“You feeling any better, Lo?” Patton asked, tilting his head to the side in question.

Logan took a moment to consider this—because, really, Patton’s queries usually required at least a degree of contemplation and any less was doing him a disservice. Did he feel better? He certainly felt more drained, but that aching, lost feeling in his chest hadn’t gone away.

“Quite honestly, Patton? No. Not really.”

“Well, you’re grieving, Logan,” Roman said softly, taking Logan’s hands in his—and no, he absolutely was not blushing, that was just the lighting of the room—“It’s not going to be quite as simple as…”

Logan glanced down at his hands in Roman’s for a second and his entire body froze.

The emotions he felt in that moment were reminiscent of how he would imagine a final voyage on the Titanic to feel—trying to stay afloat in icy water and realising, with a sort of existential dread that’s impossible to replicate, that his holiday wasn’t exactly going how he’d planned. And this, to understate it, was not going exactly how he’d planned.

He was aware of the fact that Roman was still talking, but his words were lost to Logan because the only thing he could focus on were those fucking flowers. Those fucking flowers that had absolutely no right being on Roman’s wrist when he saw them mirrored so perfectly on his own.

“Roman. What is that?” Logan’s voice was stiff and sharp and he wasn’t sure if he was breathing anymore but did it truly matter? Roman had his soulmark.

Roman glanced down at where Logan was staring so intently.

“Oh.” There was a slow intake of breath and the sound echoed over and over in Logan’s mind, Roman’s words the only thing he could grasp onto in the shock of this revelation. “...that’s what we came here to talk to you about, teach.”

He blinked, trying his hardest to process but coming up blank. “Bu- but you don’t-”

“We didn’t, before this morning, no.” Roman laughed a little self deprecatingly and rubbed at the back of his neck. Logan felt his entire body flush hot.

“We?”

Patton pressed a gentle hand to Logan’s cheek, tilting his head until he was looking Patton in the eyes though truthfully, Logan wasn’t seeing any of what was in front of him anymore. Everything was a blur— shapes and colours and emotions mixing into one as he struggled to keep himself from shaking. He was failing.

Patton rubbed his thumb along Logan’s cheek—another grounding motion. “Yeah, Lo. We.”

Logan directed his gaze to the arm Patton held up for him, and for a moment he could do nothing but take it in, gaze tracing the thin outlines of the flowers he found there. They were beautiful. He hadn’t allowed himself to examine them—fear overwhelming his rational nature—but now he couldn’t stop.

Then the consequences of that information sunk in.

He had soulmates. Patton and Roman were his soulmates.

Suddenly it was all too much—the kind eyes and gentle touches overwhelming in the best possible way, his skin flushed and eyes squeezed shut as he flinched away from the contact he so desperately craved.

He wanted everything. He wanted warm hugs and forehead kisses and holding hands as they walk along the street. He wanted celebratory dinners after each of Roman’s shows. He wanted study sessions with Patton as he made up silly mnemonics to remember the information. He wanted to take them to bookstores, to coffee shops, to all his favourite, most comforting places because he wanted to share the things he loved with the people he…

He wanted to feel okay surrounded by the love the other two were pouring out to him, he wanted it so badly.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t. He didn’t know how to let himself.

He pushed Patton’s hand away, moving to stand but Roman placed a hand on his shoulder before he could.

“Logan, wait!” he pleaded, and Logan felt his heart ache at the look of panic on Roman’s face, “Look, I know this isn’t the same, but I- uh, I understand how much parents can negatively influence your view on soulmates.”

Logan’s expression softened slightly. Roman had always steadfastly avoided the subject of his parents, always brushing it off whenever the topic came up (which, granted, wasn’t very often), so despite every inch of his body screaming that he should run, Logan silently leant back against the wall. If Roman was going to open up, then Logan recognised it was his time to listen.

“You know that I’ve always loved the concept of soulmates, and it is because I think they’re amazing and exciting, but um…” Roman inhaled deeply. “It’s also ‘cause my parents weren’t around a whole lot—still aren’t actually. They’re too busy being in love, going on vacations and going out to bars and leaving me at home alone.”

Roman began picking at the skin around his thumb, diverting his eyes away from Logan’s sympathetic gaze.

“And I thought,” Roman continued with a weak smile, “that maybe if I could have a soulmate too then I could have that kind of love. Then maybe I wouldn’t be so alone.”

Patton leant over Logan to place a hand on his boyfriend’s leg, pressing his side up against him. Logan wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t feel a bit boxed in by the two of them, but he also wouldn’t lie and say that he minded all that much.

“But I have Patton now!” Roman grinned brightly despite his clear emotional distress, glancing over at his boyfriend. “And I have you. And, shit, you are so important to me, Lo. You always listen to me, even when you’re pretending you’re not, you’re always willing to help me if I’m having trouble with something and you never ever act like I’m stupid, even though you very easily could.”

Roman sighed, closing his eyes before opening them again, all of the relief and joy at finding that Logan was his soulmate channelled into one look.

“And you… believe in me. Not the way Patton does—Patton’s belief is unconditional, even when I don’t deserve it—but you truly believe in me based on my skills and my work ethic and… I don’t know. That just… it means a lot. You have no idea the courage and determination it brings me knowing you think I have the power to succeed. I wouldn’t have been able to do so many of the things I’ve done if I hadn’t gone into it with the certainty that you give me.”

Logan blinked, absolutely stunned. “Of course, I believe in you, Roman. You’re an incredibly capable individual with a drive to be envious of.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Roman chuckled, turning away to hide his tears.

With only a moment’s hesitation, Logan placed his hand on Roman’s thigh. He could hear a soft, happy sound from Patton beside him as Roman glanced up, eyes wide. The look Roman was giving him was vulnerable, but full of absolute trust and adoration and Logan wasn’t sure what he had ever done to deserve the feelings either of them had towards him, but he only wished, someday, to be able to repay them for that.

“No, I know so.”

“Logan.” Logan whipped his head around to look at Patton. He had tear tracks down his face but his expression was still set in a big grin—the type of smile that generally would have been reserved for Roman, but instead was directed at him. A smile that Logan was almost certain was real. “You didn’t think we just woke up this morning with soulmarks and decided we were gonna fall in love with you, did you?”

Logan didn’t reply. Truthfully, he wasn’t exactly sure what he had thought. The idea of the two of them being as in love with him as he was with them had seemed absolutely inconceivable, the kind of thing he wouldn’t let himself think about for fear of heartbreak or even worse… hope.

Patton’s bright grin softened to nothing more than a quirk of his lips and an affectionate gaze. “We already loved you, Logan, far before the universe told us we should, and we would have asked you the same regardless. Our feelings would have been the same. The soulmark doesn’t create the feelings—we do. And we love you.”

“I… I love you too. Both of you. Of course, I do. But I-” Logan took a steadying breath, biting at his bottom lip. “I’m… afraid.”

Being afraid wasn’t nearly the worst thing he had admitted to that afternoon but even still Logan felt his body tensing up. He wasn’t used to this, to being able to put his trust in another human being, being able to admit his true feelings and not panic at the thought that he would be making a mistake, but he really did trust them. They’d earned that trust through years and years of patience and kindness and it was about time that Logan showed them that.

Roman appeared openly shocked at Logan’s words, but Patton just gave him a teary smile. “And that’s okay. Cause we’re gonna work all of this out together, yeah?”

He nodded, trying to keep his breathing steady. He couldn’t have cried again even if he’d wanted to; he didn’t have it in him. The urge to rest his body against them, let them calm him and keep him grounded was growing exponentially so Logan braced himself before speaking again.

“Could I…” He laughed—breathy and self-deprecating. He’d just confessed his love to them and yet he still struggled to ask for one simple thing. “…Could I have a hug?”

In less than a second Roman and Patton had thrown themselves on top of him and Logan wrapped his arms around them as best he could, burying his face into Roman’s shoulder. He breathed it all in, enveloped himself in the love and warmth he felt radiating from his soulmates.

There was a lot the three of them still had to discuss—there were families to worry about and schoolmates and bullies and relationship statuses—but right now all Logan could think was how safe he felt. He knew he should still be concerned, should be planning ahead and keeping them out of trouble, but he could do that later. Right now, he relaxed completely into his soulmates’ embrace and let himself breathe.

He was going to be okay.

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Chapter 8

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lenjaminmccharmly · 5 years

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Home| Ringo

*Requested

I’ve been in a sort of creative block recently, sorry for not updated for like two weeks lol. I'd really appreciate some short cute/spicy requests/prompts, i want to write more but i feel like i'm getting too invested in story lines and what not and spending too much time on things lmao. Also I always refer to ringo as Ritchie or Richard because it low key feels weird to be in an intimate scene calling him ringo and not his actual name lol

Summary| You and Ritchard are visiting his parents, and during your stay you decide to have a little fun in his old room ;)

Warnings| Smut

Word count| 1200 ish

“Ritchie, your mum is in the other room! She’s going to hear us!” I pushed myself back, the feeling of Richard’s lips lingering on my neck.

“She’s not going to hear anything if we’re quiet, love.” His lips found my jaw, his teeth grazing my skin. As he moved toward me, the bed made a noticeable creek. He parted from me for a moment, before a look passed across his face. He said nothing as he scooped me up into his arms and plopped me onto the floor. “There. Silence”

“Ritchie…” His hips were between my legs, propping himself up on his elbows placed on either side of my head. I had to admit, no matter how afraid I was of his mother overhearing or walking in, it made the sexual tension so much more enticing.

“Hon, if you truly don’t want to, we don’t have to.” His voice was deep and rich, his eyes dark, peering down at me with such longing and lust.

“Oh believe me, I want to...but…” I reached out and traced his jaw with my finger. “Do you promise to be quiet?”

He grinned his big goofy grin and leaned forward, placing a kiss on my forehead before leaning down, his lips lightly brushing against my ear. “Promise.” His voice was barely audible.

Suddenly his lips crashed into mine, the passion nearly knocking the wind out of me. His tongue parted my lips, his hands wandering up my shirt. With one swift movement, my shirt was gone and I laid there bare beneath him. My fingers made quick progress with his button down, moving quickly to his belt. “For someone who had serious doubts a minute ago, you’re pretty eager.” He chuckled, running his hands down my waist.

“Oh shut up, Starkey.” I pulled the belt free, moving on to unzip his pants. His hands replaced mine, leaning back onto his heels, grabbing hold of his trousers and underwear, pulling them down to his ankles and throwing them to the side. My eyes fixated on his erect cock, having sprung loose of his confines. “Oh my god Ritchie…” Without a second thought, my hand was wrapped around his girth, pumping him slowly. He let out a low hiss, and I could see his muscles tense as he clenched his jaw. “Y/N…” He moaned, his cock twitching in my hand.

My hand stilled. “Ritchie.. remember…”

He opened his eyes looking down at me. “Absolute silence.” His husky voice brought a heat between my legs. I needed him right now.

He leaned down, pressing a firm and passionate kiss to my lips, his hand traveling up my thigh to my shorts. I lifted my hips up, allowing for him to pull them off of me. We were both naked now, laying on the floor of his childhood bedroom. It was strange to think of all the memories that were made here, memories made without me, memories of old lovers, memories of childhood, memories of all the old friends that came and went. It felt sobering, knowing i got to be apart of the memories of this room.

I was snapped back to reality when I felt Ritchies lips on my chest, kissing and biting gently at my sensitive flesh. He was on all fours, hovering over me. I could feel his hard member pressed against my leg. I wrapped my legs around his waist and grinded into him. His hands gripped my ass, pulling me impossibly closer to him.

His lips traveled up to my collar bones, to my neck, and finally to my lips. “Are you still okay with this?” He whispered, peering down into my eyes.

“Oh god yes.” I pulled him down to me, crashing my lips into his. My heart hammered in my chest as I felt his knee separate my legs. He positioned himself in front of me, one hand on his cock, the other running a finger through my heat. With little hesitation, he pushed in one finger, then two, then three. I bucked my hips, moving away from his lips to bury my face into his shoulder to stifle a moan, my nails digging into his back.

“You’re doing so well, love. God, you’re so wet for me already.” His voice was a husky whisper that sent goosebumps down my body.

“Ritchie- I need you. Now.” I spoke through gritted teeth, my back arched.

He removed his hand, leaving me aching for more. And then there was the sensation I was yearning for. The feeling of the tip of his cock enter me. It was just enough to have me shove my fist into my mouth to fight back a moan. Before I could adjust, he thrust all the way in. I reached out and wrapped my arms around him, burying my face into his shoulder as his pace picked up. “Oh fuck Ritchie… You feel so good…” I took everything in my not to scream out. Knowing anyone could walk in at any moment… was a little bit exciting.

Ritchie shifted his position, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder, straddling the other, so that I was partially lying on my side. This new angle sent me over the edge, hitting the right spot every time. He must have known that I was going to blow our cover, as I opened my mouth, I felt him slip two fingers in my mouth. I bit down, trying and failing to stifle a whine.

“Fucking hell, Y/N.. Im gonna cum.” He bent forward, burying his face into my shoulder so to muffle a moan. His rhythm stuttered, becoming less consistent.

I wrapped my arms around him, digging my nails into his back. “Fuck, Ritchie, cum in me, baby.” At that, I felt him sink his teeth into my shoulder and a warm liquid begin to drip from my pussy. His thrusts slowed to a stop and he rested his head on my shoulder, sweat dripping from his brow and out of breath. We lay like that for a minute, breathing heavily, bodies joined together. Until we heard footsteps.

We jumped up and dove into his bed, covering ourselves with the blankets just as there was a knock at the door. My heart pounded in my chest.

“Ritchie, dear, are you coming down for desert?” It was his mother.

“No thank you, mum, I think we’re good.” We breathed a sigh of relief as we heard footsteps retreat. “That was a close one, love. Up for another round?” I said nothing but punched his arm lightly. He chuckled, reaching over me to shut off his bedside lamp “I love you too, Y/N.”

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50-shades-of-beige · 6 years

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Trapped.

Summary: A bit of late night shopping takes an unexpected turn...

Warnings: Some swearing, lots of fluff

A/N: Lil bit of fluff with reader and Jim. I think we've all dreamed of a scenario like this at some point in our lives. Enjoy! 😁

"I'll be ten minutes tops!"

Jim loudly groaned as you pulled up to Bradley's Big Buy.

"You don't take ten minutes to do anything! The store closes in five and that punk Jessie is shutting up- I can see him ready to go!" You pulled your keys out the ignition and turned to face Jim.

"I'll be ten minutes..."

"I'd take five if you stayed in the car..." he grumbled and got out at the same time as you.

You lightly snorted "You can finish anything- and I mean anything- in three minutes..."

Jim narrowed his eyes "What's that supposed to mean?!" You entered the store and noticed Jessie had left his position at the till and was god knows where.

You smirked and patted his shoulder and then playfully pulled on his hat "I'm only teasin'." You picked up a basket and felt Jim's arms wrap around your waist, picking you up enough to take you off guard but at the same time keeping the tips of your toes on the ground. You giggled feeling his beard tickle the back of your neck and pried his hands away so you could get some shopping done. "I would be finished in half the time if you didn't mess around."

You approached the freezers "Let me guess," Jim sighed "You want some ice cream?"

"Damn chief, it's like we've been dating for five years you know me so well..." you opened the freezer door and placed a tub in the basket. The corner of Jim's mouth tugged upwards. Five years. He claimed they were the best years of his life. You noticed him staring at you. That look still gave you butterflies "What?"

"Just admiring my beautiful girlfriend..." you turned away from him to blush, he'd tease you if he noticed.

"C'mon Hop. Eggos are in the next aisle and we gotta stock up for El for when she gets back from her sleepover tomorrow. Then we can finally le-" the lights went out and you looked up "-ave..." you muttered and kept your eyes fixated on the ceiling "Why are all the lights off?"

"Shit..." Jim turned around and jogged towards the locked front doors with you got on his heels "Shit!" He banged on the windows but Jessie was already halfway down the street.

"Are you kidding me? We're trapped?!" You shrieked.

"I told you they were shutting!" Jim raised his voice slightly.

"This isn't a time for an 'I told you so' moment!" You snapped "Jesus, what are we gonna do?"

Jim tiredly rubbed his face "Ughhh we're stuck in here until someone opens up in the morning!" He looked at you and raised a brow at your ecstatic state "Why are you so happy?"

"Are you kidding me?!" You widely smiled and Jim felt all warm and fuzzy inside, like he always did when he saw you smile. "This is every kids dream..."

"And every sane persons nightmare..." he grumbled.

"I love this."

"I hate this."

You both spoke at the same time, your heads snapping around to look at one another and silently questioning your contradictions. "Oh c'mon Jim!" You poked his side "This will be fun!"

The chief let out a grunt as a reply and stuck a cigarette in his mouth, lit it and then took a long drag. By the time he did that and looked around, you were gone. "Y/N?"

"Marco," his head snapped to the direction he heard the sound coming from and then chuckled.

"Polo..." he moved towards your voice.

"Marco!" You called from what sounded like the other side of the store and Jim was taken aback by how fast you moved.

"Polo," he was starting to enjoy this and stubbed out the butt of his cigarette. He peered around the corner of a freezer and sneered slightly at the empty aisle.

"Marco!" Jim jumped hearing your voice right behind him but before he could react, you had stolen his hat and ran down the aisle giggling away.

"Ah damnit! I'm gonna get you!" He chased after you with a huge smile on his face. When Jim finally caught up to you, he picked you up at the waist and spun you around. You screamed between laughs and Jim eventually put you down, taking his hat back with a proud smirk.

Suddenly a loud noise filled the whole store and you held onto your stomach "I'm starving!" You rummaged for your coin purse and found fifty dollars in it "Okay, you hungry?"

"What?" Jim asked and watched you walk down to where all the chips were, you grabbed a packet and opened it and began eating away. Hop narrowed his eyes "I'm the chief of police, I can't condone this..."

You rolled your eyes "You want me to starve? I have fifty dollars so I'll leave the money for everything we eat and you can talk to the manager, Robert, about it and this misunderstanding in the morning. I'm sure he'll understand. Owe him a favour...let him off with murder or something, I don't know," you shrugged becoming more engrossed with the chips as you finished off the bag.

Jim let out a loud laugh "You're hilarious! And fifty dollars you say...?" he trailed off and you nodded with a mouthful of food "Fancy some beers?"

You smirked "Sounds good!" Jim walked off and got the beers while you made your way back to the aisle with freezers either side and sat down with your legs crossed.

"You want anything else?" Jim called out and you thought for a moment.

"Uh, candy! Oh a can of whipped cream, maybe some fruit- whatever they got and those miniature apple pies! Do they have any sandwiches left?" You shouted back and got comfortable, taking off your purse and jacket.

"They do!" he replied "You want one?"

"Yes please! Probably best to pick up a pack of napkins or paper towel too!" A few minutes later he returned with a bunch of food in his arms. He sat down on the floor across from you and piled everything in the middle.

"I counted as I went along, all this- including your chips- comes to $28.95," Jim removed his hat and placed it to the side before opening a beer and handing it to you before opening his own and clinking it with yours "To gettin' trapped!"

You sniggered "To gettin' trapped!" You both took a gulp and began to tuck into the food. You rolled your jacket into a ball and lay your elbow on it, supporting your head with your fist as you lay down. You grabbed the can of whipped cream and sprayed it directly into your mouth, Jim raised a brow at you and you narrowed your eyes slightly "What?" You asked with a mouthful of cream.

"You're so disgusting and weird...I love it." His comment made you laugh so much that you accidentally sprayed him with some of the cream that was in your mouth. You both let out a gasp but you laughed while Jim was in complete shock.

"I didn't mean that!" You dropped the can and held your hands up, still laughing. Jim reached across and grabbed the can, pointing it and you and spraying "Jim!" You shrieked and wiped off the cream on your face and top with a napkin.

"Wouldn't be the first time your face looked like that, hon..." he winked with a shit-eating grin.

You glared at him "Not funny..." you replied with the faintest of smiles on your face as you cleaned up.

His laughter died down and shifted as he sat, wondering if it was the right time to ask you a question that was on his mind. Nevertheless, he asked. "Do you ever think about having kids?"

His question took you by surprise, he could tell. It was a bit out of the blue- you and Jim had virtually never discussed anything like that. Perhaps it was because it was late and you were stuck in a store with nothing better to do than talk and eat. "I don't know, we have El. Why do you ask?" You lay down but kept your eyes on his.

He shrugged and leaned against the freezer door, sending a chill down his spike "Well because...because we've uh..you know...we've-" Jim stumbled over his words.

"-Been having a lot of sex?" You bluntly replied, getting straight to the point. Jim bashfully nodded and you pondered "I don't know, I really don't." You softly spoke. "I couldn't even imagine what it would be like. A little human being which, by the way, I'd probably have to push out of me- that in itself is a terrifying thought." You both laughed before becoming serious again. "But the tiniest human being that you have to care for, that you'd watch grow and develop. Be there for them when they cry, fall and skin their knee, experience heartbreak- god can you imagine raising another teenager?!" Jim nodded in agreement shifting his eyes to his hat and then nervously picking at a loose string on it. You thinly smiled "I really have no idea if I'd have kids. I just don't...but..." Jim's head looked up and he met your gaze again "If I had the chance to have a child with you, I'd grasp onto that chance with both hands and a big smile."

Slowly, a smile formed on Jim's face and he stood up to move over to you and sat down before eventually lying down and facing you "I love you," he brushed his fingers over your cheek before cupping it.

"I love you too, Hop," you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his before the two of you tightly hugged one another. You glanced over Jim's shoulder at all the empty packets and wrappers "Clean up on aisle six..." you joked and Jim chuckled. You pulled back only to snuggle into his chest.

"Hold on a second," he pushed you back and then opened up his shirt, revealing his vest underneath. You pressed your head to his chest again and hugged him, wrapping your arms around him underneath his shirt. It almost acted like a blanket and Jim was like your pillow. Trying not to disturb you as you eyelids became increasingly heavier hearing nothing by his heartbeat, Jim took your jacket and draped it over the both of you.

He swore he had shut his eyes for a second when they shot open again when the lights to the store turned on. "Y/N," he found you sleeping on his arm. He lightly nudged you "Baby wake up," he shook you and you woke up with a groan.

"It's morning?" You tiredly spoke and rubbed the sleep from you eyes. The two of you sat up and let out sleepy groans as you stretched yourself out. As fun as it was spending the night in the store, sleeping on the floor wasn't so great. Your eyes flickered up to the front door "Oh shit...look..." you let out a snort of laughter under your breath seeing Robert at the front door with a confused look on his face. You and Jim both shared a childish giggle and stood up, grabbing your mess and sorting yourselves out as best as you both could. You walked to the front door and let out a sigh of relief when it opened, you fished in your purse for $30 dollars "Keep the change," you pressed the money into his chest.

"So," Jim wrapped an arm around your waist as you walked back to the car "That was pretty fun. Same time tonight?" He smirked, sounding half serious about it.

You smirked "Maybe we can skip the store tonight and spend the evening in bed with the can of whipped cream," you winked and shook it in front of his face to show it off.

Jim let out a small groan and stopped you just beside your car, he was so in love with you and your little quirks. "Marry me..."

He went wide eyed, shocking not only you but himself. Did he really just ask that?

"Re-really?" You whispered out, tears welling in your eyes.

Jim scratched the back of his neck "A little bit of an unconventional proposal, I guess, but it was an unconventional night..."

You let it a watery laugh and nodded your head frantically "Of course I'll marry you!" Jim kissed your ecstatically "I have one condition though..." you smirked.

Jim removed his lips from yours and raised a brow "Yeah...?"

"We hold the ceremony on aisle six."

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