#i want no arguments I'm right xxx

[sp0o0kylights]

Part One

The drive's short one. 

Steve gets out of his car, opening the passenger door for Chrissy and escorting her up to the house, quietly envisioning what Jason would look like if a real monster got him.

What would he say, staring down the crazy, five-starred head, filled with teeth and drool? Would he turn back? Or run?

(Steve swears he doesn't take great pleasure in imagining Carver getting eaten, but he'll admit to taking a little.)  

"Chrissy do you have any idea--oh." Mrs. Cunningham startles, grasping her robe at the front as she spots Steve standing next to her daughter.  

"Hi Miss Cunningham." He says.

"Hello." She says suspiciously. "And who are you?"

"I'm Steve Harrington, ma'am." He watches as her mother straightens immediately at his name, and sinks right into the ol' Harrington charm, knowing instantly it will work. "I know you were expecting Jason, but I'm afraid he wasn't able to drive Chrissy home." 

"Oh, Steve! It's so late I almost didn't recognize you." She titters, suspicion gone. "Your mother and I are on the same charity board." 

Of course they were.

"I thought you were dating that nice Nancy girl." She says with a squint that mimics Chrissy's, because even in the midst of a crisis he can't escape the gossip that is Hawkins upper echelon. 

"Nance is waiting in the car." Steve lies smoothly. "I just wanted to make sure Chrissy got home safe." 

"What happened?" Chrissy's father appears, ushering them both in while blatantly peering around them, eyes sweeping the street before closing the door.

Steve recognizes the move. He's checking for nosy neighbors. 

"Jason and I broke up." Chrissy admits.

"What?" 

"We..." She falters in front of her parents. 

"What happened to Jason?" Her father asks, tuning back in once they're safely away from peering eyes.

"I'm afraid Jason and some of his friends brought beer to the party." Steve steps in to explain.  

"Oh Chrissy, it's a high school party. That's no reason to break up with him." Her mother fusses, face flushing in embarrassment. Her eyes dart from her daughter to Steve and back, and Steve knows he needs to start damage control. 

If he plays it right he can burn Jason while he's at it. 

"He was horrible, mom. Just awful." Chrissy says, but Steve can tell she's shrinking under her mothers gaze. 

"He drank quite a lot, Miss Cunningham." With a theatrical wince, Steve turns to face Chrissy's dad, lowers his voice and says "I'm going to have to talk to Coach about it." 

He gets the intended response, which is a raised eyebrow. "That bad, huh?" 

Steve nods once, painting a pained smile on his face. "He made a real fool of himself tonight, Sir. The basketball team has a reputation to uphold." 

"Oh." Mrs. Cunningham says, hand fluttering in front of her face. "I never would have thought…"

"He's normally a good guy. I don't know what got into him." Steve has them both eating out of the palm of his hand, attention neatly off Chrissy and onto the story he's feeding them. 

Its worth it to see her shoulders relax. 

"I couldn't let him take Chrissy home in the state he was in Sir, and he got very…" 

Steve pauses. 

Fills his voice with tempered disappointment, channeling his dad. "Belligerent. Said some nasty things."  

"Really?" Mr. Cunningham says, with a low whistle, and Steve knows by his tone alone that he's bought in.

Hook, line, sinker.

Steve nods once. "I have to get back to my girlfriend, but Chrissy'" He turns earnestly here, to let her know he's not faking this next bit. "Let me know if Jason bothers you at school. I'll set him straight again if I have to." 

"Thank you Steve." Mr. Cunningham says, as Chrissy's mom hustles her daughter towards the kitchen. 

Steve shakes his hand, then waves at Crissy as she calls her own thank you over her shoulder, before disappearing out the door and back to his car.

The same one where Nancy very much isn't. 

That's a problem for tomorrow Steve.

xXx

Tomorrow Steve gets into an argument with Nancy. 

She can't recall that Jonathan took her home, or that he's bullshit, their whole relationship, bullshit--

But she also can't tell him she loves him.

So Steve snaps at her. Storms off.

 Play’s more basketball.

It takes less than two hours for him to get mopey and another three for him to spiral into deciding he was wrong somehow.

That's what his mom said all the time anyway, wasn't it? The man's always wrong Steven, and he's the man here so…

He gets flowers, chocolates, and fucking waylaid (by Dustin Henderson with his Grow a Monster) and things go sideways from there.

 Train tracks and a junkyard and demodogs make time speed up. An encounter with Billy and a dinner plate causes Steve's recollection of the evening to be fuzzy. 

He just knows that in the middle of dodging death, he has the realization that Nance wants to break up with him.

That he should let her. 

Even if it hurts, even if he doesn't want to. 

She wants to be let go.

So Steve does. He respects her, and when he has a moment after its all over, he tells her to go with Jonathan.

(At least he permanently gets the squirts out if this. Or at least everyone but Mike.

Even if most of them are shitheads and one of them's Hargrove's step sister.

It's--something.

But when Dustin keeps pestering him, demanding Steve drive him all over Hawkins and then drags him to the movies, well.

It might be the best something Steve's had in his life so far. )

xXx

"Oh shit. Is that from Caver?" Eddie asks, popping up near Steve's car like the clown in a jack in the box. 

"Carver can't hit for shit. This was Hargrove." Steve replies, attempting an eyeroll before remembering that his entire face is a bruise. 

One, giant, never ending bruise. 

"I guess his step sister gave him the slip to come hang out with these kids I watch sometimes. I didn't know she wasn't supposed to be there." Steve shrugs, because it's the technical truth. 

If you turn it sideways and squint anyway. 

"Asshole tried to threaten the kid Max is into by slamming him into a wall and screaming shit, so I stepped in, and--" He waves at his face. 

The same one he's already getting looks for. 

"I was winning." Steve sighs theatrically. "He broke a plate over my head."

The story seemed to freeze Eddie but he recovers with a quick shake of his head. 

"You poor thing." He tuts. "Let me guess--you were more worried about the hair than the wound?" 

Eddie's hands flutter like he's going to touch Steve's head but he seems to contain himself at the last minute.

The hospital threatened to buzz it for stitches." Steve says darkly, playing into the bit. 

(He had not gone to a hospital. 

None of them had.)  

"What would our King be without his crown of hair?" Eddie laments, in a falsetto that was half insult half oddly sincere. It was jarring in that it was hard to get a read on, but the more Steve was around the guy the less it seemed malicious and the more it came off  as just….goofy.

Eddie Munson, Steve decided, was not a freak.

 He was a dorky little weirdo, just like all the other kids Steve now hung out with. 

Just older, and with slightly better hair. 

"Hey Eddie." Another boy calls out, approaching cautiously. 

He's got a leather jacket on, and if Steve thinks hard enough he can sort of conjure up a memory of the guy at Eddie's lunch table, throwing a piece of bread at a pale sophomore decked out in plaid. "You good man?" 

"Yeah Jeff, just checkin' in on the Hair here." Eddie sticks a thumb towards Steve, who raises his hand and waves. 

The falsetto comes back, somehow higher as the older boy swoons over Steves arm. "Soothing his poor soul after that brute Hargrove almost killed him." 

"Has anyone ever told you you're a lot like Bugs Bunny?" Steve asks, the thought leaving his mouth the instant he had it.

(He doesn't care, it's a legitimate question.) 

It has the effect of making Munson look downright chuffed. "I have actually, but only by my Uncle." 

"Why are you checking in?" Jeff interrupts, before seeming to realize he said it out loud. " Ah, I mean--"

"Oh he didn't tell you?" Steve says, as casually as he can muster. "Eddie claimed me and Chrissy at a party last weekend." 

See Munson? Two people could play the weird bit game. 

They've attracted more of Eddie's friends now, two more boys in leather jackets edging closer like frightened deer. 

(One of which is the aforementioned younger man Jeff threw bread at, and Steve vaguely thinks the guy's name starts with a g.) 

"Apparently we're his minions now." Steve tells Jeff in a rather put upon manner. 

"It was just you, the fair maiden chose otherwise." Eddie counters dismissively, voice dropping down low. 

Steve snorts. Hums a sarcastic; "Like you'd let us choose." 

Eddie finally abandons whatever voice that was supposed to be (a villain, Steve thinks, and wonders if it hurts Eddies throat to drop from a false high to a deep low that quickly.)  to say:

 "Mock me all you like, Harrington, but you can't deny the bit worked." 

Steve automatically went for another eye roll, and gets a flash of pain for it. "Who said I was mocking you, you dork? Just stating facts." 

Yet again, Eddie reacts weird to the comment. He looks almost bashful for a second, before he recovers, tugging his hair in front of his face as he plays with it.

The bell rings once in warning, and Steve makes a face towards the doors. 

"I gotta go, Mrs Clicks out to fail me. See you around, Eddie. Jeff." The way his eyes are bruised up he can't quite make out the face Jeff makes at that, but Steve's pretty sure the guys mouth was open. 

"She's a nasty one, my minion, best stay on your toes around her." Eddie calls, and Steve waves a hand in the air to show he heard. 

"What just happened?" Jeff asks, far too loudly for how close Steve still is. 

It makes him chuckle a bit, even as one of the other guys says something in a far quieter voice that has Munson squawking and flapping his arms like a bird. 

The winding little feelings in his chest squeeze his heart, and Steve shakes his head, refusing to be fond of Eddie Munson. 

xXx

College rejection letters come in, one after the another.

Steve could have made it into a few schools he's certain, except he hadn't really applied to any.

Not that any college other than Penn Hurst mattered. His dad wanted him to be a legacy, come hell or high water.

Steve's punishment was hand picked by his parents, and he gets the sailor outfit his new minimum wage job requires is supposed to be a part of it--that his dad made him apply because it was the most embarrassing thing he could think to subject Steve too-- but honestly? 

It's not that bad. 

Not even with Robin, the manager he met yesterday, and who positively, completely and totally, hates Steve’s guts.  

He figures he has time to win her over. 

All the time in the world, now that demons aren't trying to eat his, or any of the kid's, faces. He can focus on the small things. Build himself back up.

Figure out the person he wants to be, now that he's no longer King Steve. 

It’s the thought that kept him from attending any graduation parties. To go felt like backsliding into old habits. 

‘If the kids--if it comes back again--’ 

Getting drunk at night in a random house seemed almost irresponsible.

Particularly not with people Steve has history with, without anyone he really cares about being present. Certainly not Nance and Jonathan, who he wishes he didn’t know are at some end-of-year game night one of Nancy’s friends is hosting. 

(Steve can’t think about that for a number of reasons. 

When he does--because of course he does-- he makes sure to focus on the weirdness that is Jonathan Byers being someone he cares about, instead of the fact he can’t seem to kill his love for Nancy. 

Or that he's horrifically jealous of their relationship. 

That the best sleep he had ever had was between them, two nights after the lab, when they crammed themselves into Jonathan's bed because they all couldn't quite believe it was over.

That night had been so incredibly weird, but grouping together felt safer. Smarter.

Better.

Not in a way Steve wants to put into words. 

Not in a way he wants to confront at all.) 

His parents hadn’t been able to make it home to watch him walk at his graduation--his father landing a last minute meeting with some important person or other. 

Faked apologies were given, money transferred, and Steve, not wanting to sit in his too-huge house, had meandered to Family Video. 

Tried to forget his father’s cold voice in the background of his mother’s call, loudly announcing he’d have made it a priority to see Steve graduate-- if he’d gotten into Penn Hurst. 

Steve just shakes his head. Pushes those thoughts into the back of his head, into the same place all his other weird thoughts live.

The glare he gets from the tall, pimple-ridden guy working the rental counter was expected.

Chrissy Cunningham, was not. 

"I thought you’d be at one of the parties.” He tells her, when he turns down the romance aisle and finds her staring blankly at a shelf. 

She startles, before recognition flits over her face and a warm smile is directed his way. 

“I'm honestly not a fan of parties." She confides in him, hand clutching a tape in her hands."Not those kinds, anyway.” 

"More slumber parties, less keg stands your speed?" Steve guessed, blatantly turning his head sideways in order to read the title.

She awards him with a wider smile. "Exactly." 

"Chrissy Cunningham. Are you renting Jaws?" He teases, leaning in just a touch.

She flushes, but turns and squares up to him. Steve's delighted to see it. 

"Why yes I am. I'll do you one better and even admit it's one of my favorite movies." 

Steve grins at her, and sees the way she lights up on response, eyes bright. 

This is the Chrissy that Carver had tried to kill. The strength and pure fun that radiates off her enhances the beauty she has to something almost otherworldly. 

Steve has seen enough beauty in his life to recognize when it will stay. That Chrissy wil one day be 80 years old, with gray hair and knit sweaters, and she'll still be able to light up a room. 

"Like sharks killing people that much huh?” He teases. And it’s easy, slipping into this part of himself around her. The part he’s been trying to get back. 

The confidence that he walked with, before monsters crawled out of the ground, and Nancy put a hole in his heart.

"I'll let you in on a secret. ." Chrissy leans in, dropping her voice low enough that Steve has to lean in a bit too to hear. "My favorite character is the shark." 

Steve playfully gapes at her, and for the first  time in a long time, feels like things will be okay. 

He’ll be okay.

He won’t be King Steve. He’s not Nancy's Boyfriend Steve either--but someone else. Himself.

A Steve who exists outside of Hawkins High, outside his family name. 

He likes it.

"I told you that was his car. Steve!" A too familiar voice calls and Steve can't mask the despair that hits him as he turns to his (now least) favorite shithead, whose storming through Family Video’s doors. 

"Dustin." He identifies, with an edge to his voice he can only pray Chrissy doesn't pick up on. "Other brats. What are you doing?" 

Mike stands stubbornly at Dustin's right, Lucas nervous at his left. 

Will Byers is situated next to Mike but Steve's not as familiar with him, and has no idea how to interpret the kid. 

If he had to guess based on the face he’s being sent, Will’s more nervous then the rest--but equally determined. 

(This does not make Steve feel better. It in fact, somewhat convinces them they’ve run headfirst back into trouble.) 

"Well we were going to go to Lucas’s, but now, we're bumming a ride from you!" 

"I'm busy." He says flatly. 

"Ste~eeeve!" 

"I didn't know you had a brother." Chrissy says, hand covering her mouth. 

Looking back at her, Steve's pretty sure she's trying to physically hold back laughter. 

If one could shoot lasers with their eyes, Steve would be nailing Dustin for ruining--whatever it was that was happening here. 

"He's a rescue" Steve says flatly. "It’s not working out though. We're planning on returning him to the shelter.” 

"Wow Steve." Dustin returns, offended. "First of all, if anyone's rescuing anyone I rescued you, or did you suddenly forget that you show up to family dinner every Thursday at my house like a sad orpha--mmpphh!" 

‘Mmpphh’ because Steve had taken several long strides across the store to smack his hand over Dustin's mouth. 

"Sorry Chrissy, it would appear the asshole children I am paid to babysit escaped whoever is supposed to be watching them." He shakes Dustins head, in lue of strangling him. “Hit me up later we’ll discuss the shark’s best kills.” 

“Will do.” Chrissy says, as Steve begins the process of shoving his four smaller friends out the door. “Drive safe!” 

“No you don’t, and you’re gonna prove it by swinging through McDonalds for us.” Dustin sing-songs, swinging himself into the passenger side of the Beemer. 

“You assholes owe me, big time.” Steve hisses, as Lucas and Mike instantly begin making kissy faces the second they’re out into the parking lot. "I had plans tonight!"

“Do you have McDonalds money?” Steve asks, only to immediately wince at himself because fuck did he just sound like a soccer mom. 

“I have money I took out of my mom’s wallet.” Mike says as he settles into the car with his friends.

“Fine.” Steve sighs in defeat, starting the car. 

He determinedly does not ask if the idiots walked here, because there is a suspicious lack of bicycles, if only because he hit his mom quota for the day and Steve refuses to say anything else that might edge out his cool persona.

The one he swears he still has.

Supposedly. 

("Does my mom really pay you to watch me?" Dustin asks a while later, when the other brats are distracted. His voice is painfully honest, and softer than it normally is. 

"In food, yes." Steve says, because he’s not that much of an asshole--and maybe, because Dustin is truly his only friend right now.

Steve honestly looks forward to those Thursday dinners, helping Ma Henderson and having her fuss over him in a way his parents never had. 

In a way no one ever had. 

Dustin lands a solid kick to his ankle, making Steve curse. "That's not payment you ass!"

"Ow, God Dustin--" 

"Just admit you're my actual friend, you dick!" 

"Language! I swear your mom stole you from wolves, you animal--" Steve swatted at him. 

Maybe, possibly later, he will go on to admit that yes, Dustin is his friend. 

He will even agree to making up a stupid handshake for it. 

It involves lightsabers and gore at least, which Steve insists is very cool.)

#BB is coming down to the wire #my date to post is Halloween #bc its me lol #so our regularly scheduled programing will be back shortly #steddissy #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #0o0 fanfics #steve/chrissy/eddie #for those weirdies who kept insisting this was platonic in the tags you can read this part too and be happily delusional about the endgame #its a slowburn #my calling card lmao #this fic was meant to weave around the canon plot until s4 wherein we go off the rails #this is an everyone lives fiiiiic #theyre all equally dorky with crushes #Steve has some Im Just Ken issues #angst

[aesthetic-babyyy]

The big question- Sam Winchester imagine

Warnings// smut, smut oh and more smut

Word count// 3665

(Gif from Pinterest)

Sam and you had been together for 2 years, you met while in your first day of Stanford, you sat at the back of the lecture hall with not knowing anyone you eddies to take the seat furthest away from the rest of the class, and you say there alone for all of 5 minutes before the seat next to you was being taken by a tall handsome stranger, the handsome man turned to you smiling placing his hand out "hi I'm Sam" you shook his hand returning his smile "I'm Y/N"

"You not much of a people person either?" Sam joked at the difference of where you two were say 4 rows behind you chatting classmates "definitely not, I don't really know anyone here yet other than my roommate" you said taking notes of what the professor had written on the board "well I guess you know me now too" was he flirting?, you turned to face him giving him a small smirk "I guess I do" am thought for a second before speaking again "so now that we're friends, what do you say I take you out for dinner say around 6 o clock? I could even take you to see a movie after" okay he was definitely flirting with you

Your cheeks were burning red, you definitely didn't expect to get a date on your first day of college "yeah it's a date" Sam nodded finding it hard to contain his own smile, he's not usually this straight forward especially when it comes to pretty girls, once the class was over you and Sam walked to exit to head to your next classes which unfortunately were not together as you've discovered "can I have your number? I can call you later so we can meet up tonight?" Sam questioned scratching the back of his neck awkwardly "yea definitely" you said taking out a pen to write on his notebook (xx xxx xxx xxx) "perfect I'll call you after my last class" Sam said tucking his notebook back under his arm

"I gotta get going room 336 is across campus" you said moving to walk to your class "Y/N wait!" Sam jogged slightly over to you "yeah?" Sam looked to the ground suddenly finding the ground very interesting "how about I walk you to your class" you smiled up at him "I'd really like that Sam" needless to say the date went amazing, Sam sweeper you right off your feet, you guys were dating for around a year when he asked you to move in with him, he had his own apartment since his roommate Louis moved out 3 months prior, of course you said yes and you guys couldn't have been happier, getting to wake up to the man you loved everyday as falling asleep next to him was thrilling.

Things has been going great for you guys since you moved in together a year ago, Sam was the perfect roommate and boyfriend, he never left his dirty laundry litter the floor, he never ate the last of your food, something you were very thankful for because your last roommate wasn't so respectful, and even if he did he replaced it before you noticed which wanted your heart and you always made sure to thank him in only a way you could, you guys rarely fought which was great and even when you guys had your stupid arguments that made you give each other the silent treatment, the make up sex made it so worth it,

Lately however, Sam had been acting strange, starting to become more secretive, you trusted Sam immensely so you knew he wasn't cheating on you, however the secrets were getting concerning, deciding to push it to the back of your head and just give him time, Sam would come talk to you when he was ready, like every Friday you finished your last class earlier than sam so you decided to go grocery shopping and head back to the apartment.

You were home an hour later, however Sam still had one more class so he wouldn't be home for another hour at most so once you put the grocery's away you laid down on the couch deciding to watch crappy TV till your boyfriend got home, tonight was takeout night so you  decided to text Sam to see what he was thinking for tonight, surprisingly he replied pretty fast considering he was still in class 'what if we went out to that new restaurant tonight? I was gonna call and make reservations after I get out of professor Xs class' giggling at Sam's attempt to joke you started to feel excited, you guys hadn't been out in a while, loving the company of each other on the comfort of your own couch every night instead

'that sounds incredible baby what time?' You texted back and again within seconds, like it was already typed and ready Sam replied '8:30pm?' Considering it was 4:30pm you decided to take a shower, you sent Sam a quick text of approval before moving to the bathroom and taking a quick everything shower.

Once the clock hit 5:30pm you had finally dried your hair from the shower and curled it, still wearing your shower robe when you heard the front door open and shut "Y/N I'm home" god you didn't think you would ever get tired of hearing that, rushing out to greet your boyfriend, when you got to the kitchen Sam was placing his laptop bag on the kitchen counter, smiling you walk over to him Sam waiting for you with his arms open, wrapping your arms around your giant boyfriends neck to hug him, his own hands wrapping around your waist, now something you have always loved about hugging Sam, he always ended up picking you up and holding you close to him, like his own little koala

This hug was no different, Sam was lifting you off your feet, your legs wrapping around his waist, Sam leaned in the kiss you, you returned the kiss, moaning when moved his hands to the hem of your robe, running them up you legs and straight to your ass, squeezing your ass and pulling you closer to him so your bare heat was pressing against his deliciously cold belt buckle, you moaned rolling your hips to hit your clit either right pressure, Sam's hands squeezed hard as you opened your lips moaning his name, Sam took advantage of this as he slipped his tongue into the kiss, you fought for dominance over the kiss but there's not much Sam's tongue can loose too... especially when he's always practicing with it

Pulling away from the kids and stopping your actions "wait Sammy" you said pressing your hand on his shoulder "everything okay?" He asked panicked, you giggled "of course baby i just think we should save this for later" you smirked kissing his freshly shaven cheek "yeah your right" he said sitting you down on the kitchen counter next to his laptop case "so what's got you wanting to go out all of a sudden?" You were curious, normally you guys talked about dates, unless it's for birthdays or anniversary's "well Matt was talking about it saying the food there was great and I thought I should surprise you with a night out" Sam said kissing you once again, only this time it was a sweet kiss "your the best Sammy I love you so much" Sam have you a final kiss before pulling away giving you a smile "I love you more baby"

While Sam was taking a shower you decided do your make up, keeping it very simple as you were never one to do a bold eye, you put on some red lipstick to finish it off moving to your closet  to pull on a black lace strapless bra and matching panties, you pulled on your red mini dress, you decided to pair the look with a pair of black stilettos and a black leather jacket to match your dress, Sam walked into your shared bedroom a towel gun loosely on his hips, his toned chest still dripping wet from the shower "you look beautiful Y/N" Sam said staring at you completely starstruck

Your turned giving your boyfriend a bright smile "thanks sweetie", Sam got dressed into a paris of black slacks and a dressy shirt, he styled his hair slightly, by the time you guys were finished getting ready it was 8:00pm, you made your way out to Sam's car to go to the restaurant. Sam parked the car and got out the drivers seat rushing over to open your door, extending his arm to you to help you out "what's for you being so gentlemanly  tonight?" You asked linking your arm through his "I just want to make up for not taking you out regularly, your so beautiful I need to be showing you off every damn chance I get"

You giggled as you guys made it to the restaurant doors, Sam held the door open for you and you both walked up to the reception desk "hi we have a reservation for Winchester" the man nodded "of course and Winchester your table is ready, if you and the lovely lady can follow me please", the waiter said leading f you and Sam to your table, Sam pulled your chair out for you and once you were seated Sam sat on his own seat, the waiter placed two large menus on your table "would either of you like to order a drink?" Sam nodded "yes please, can I get a whiskey soda and can my girlfriend get a martini" the waiter nodded writing both drinks orders down "of course sir, they'll be right out" the waiter said walking towards the bar

"Wow Sam this place looks amazing" you said looking around the warm lit room seeing how crowded it was "yeah I've heard great reports from the place, so i though you and I should be the real judges of that" Sam said making you giggle, skimming through the menu you decided to order the chicken Parmesan with a side of fries, Sam decided on the steak, also with a side of fries, Sam and you made small chit chat about each others days as you waited for your food, which didn't take very long.

Both of you had cleared your plates "wow they weren't lying this place is amazing" you said placing your fork back on the empty plate "yeah it was incredible, we'll definitely be back here". "Can I interest you both on our desert menu, our chefs special tonight is the chocolate fudge cake infused with caramel filling and vanilla ice cream" that sounded incredible, Sam who was always able to read your mind was already ordering 2 of the chefs special, "I'm gonna run to the bathroom I'll be right back" Sam said, his voice coming out rushed, before you could ask if he was alright he was already heading to the bathroom's, you decided to brush it off maybe he had to pee really bad?

When Sam came back from the bathroom his demeanour was still the same, he looked around the restaurant anxious, once the waiter had came with your deserts he sat it down in front of both of you, you thanked the waiter, turning back to grab your spoon when you caught a glimpse of shine coming from your cake, confused you took a closer look, that's when you it... there was a ring on your cake a beautiful princess cut ring surrounded by little diamond, you breath hitched in your throat as tears tan down your face, when you looked back to Sam he was in front  of you now, down on his knee, he took your hands in his, by now the whole restaurant was silent just watching you both in the most special moment of your life "Y/N, the second I laid eyes on you I knew you were special, after our first date I knew how right I was, your smart, kind and the most beautiful women in the world, your everything I have ever wanted and more, I could never imagine a life without you, you’re the reason I wake up smiling everyday because I get to wake up to you every morning I love you so much beautiful, will you marry me?” By the end of Sam’s speech you were in tear you let out a shaky breath “hell yeah I’ll marry you!” You cried reaching forward placing both hands on Sam’s face pulling him into a soft kiss

Once Sam pulled away he gently grabbed the ring giving it a quick clean, “you’ll be needing this” Sam chuckled as he took your left hand in his, he gently placed the ring on your finger officially making you an engaged women, the restaurant erupted into cheers for you both in celebrations.

Once you and Sam had left the restaurant you guys were on your way home as fiancés “i can’t stop smiling oh my god” you said holding your left hand in front of you as Sam drove “I’ve had that ring for a couple weeks now I just could figure out how to propose but I couldn’t hold it in anymore” Sam said as he pulled into your apartments parking lot. Walking up to your door Sam was picking you up bridal style making you squeal and grab him for balance “gotta start practicing carrying you over the threshold” Sam opened the door walking you both in before turning to lock up for the night, he started to walk you both to the bedroom playing with his slightly long hair “can’t wait to get you fiancé to bed huh” you joked

Sam chuckled dropping you gently to the bed “I’m so happy I can finally call you my fiancé now” Sam said gently taking your shoes off, his hands running up your legs, he went under the red dress pulling the black lace off your legs, Sam scrunched your dress up under your ass presenting your bare pussy In front him, the air making you clench at nothing, Sam smirked as he snaked his arms around your legs as he roughly pulled you to the end of the bed, you felt his hot breath against your core making you moan softly

Sam leaned in licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit to test the waters, when your body responded with your hand in his hair pushing him closer to you, Sam smirked against you as he got to work, Sam started fucking his tongue in and out of your right hole as his nose pressed against your clit making you see stars, you ran your hand through Sam’s hair your hips rolling against the movements of Sam’s tongue, Sam inserted his long thick finger inside of you, curling to hit your G spot with every thrust as he loved his mouth to your clit flicking it and sucking it into his hot mouth, once Sam added another finger it wasn’t long till you were chanting his name “oh my hod Sammy, I’m gonna come” you croaked out as you came hard on his tongue

Sam worked you through orgasm, pulling away from between your shaky legs he stood pulling his clothes off leaving him complete bare in front of you, you smirked moving to crawl towards him on weak legs, you stopped at his cock, his tip red and pre fun leaking from it, you wrapped your small hand around his big thick shaft moving your hand up and down at a slow pace to tease him, you went to take him into your mouth but Sam stopped you “tonight is all about you Y/N” Sam said grabbing the hem of your dress and pulling it off, leaving you in only your black lace bra, Sam grabbed the front of it tearing it off exposing your bare chest to him “oh fuck” you were dripping at this point wanting him to do something

Sam got the hint getting on top of you, he eased you back down on the bed, he leaned in to kiss you nipping at your bottom lip for entrance which was soon granted, Sam explored every inch of your mouth with his tongue, you moaned at the fact you could still taste yourself on his tongue, Sam moved the kissed down your neck sucking at your pulse point “please fuck me sam” you begged dying to feel the familiar stretch of his cock, sam chuckled moving his kiss down to your breast giving your nipple a playful bite, you arched your back at the feeling wrapping your legs around his hips, sam grabbed his shaft rubbing it up and down your folds coating his in your juices he groaned pressing his tip to your entrance,

Sam started to push his cock inside you inch by inch, not stopping until he bottomed out “you feel so fucking good baby” sam groaned as he started thrusting slowly to get you ready,”faster Sammy please” you begged so Sam grabbed your thighs, pushing them against your chest so your legs were over his shoulders, giving him the perfect angle to but your special spot, Sam pulled almost all the way out before slamming back inside you “oh fuck Sam!” You screamed in pleasure, Sam continued his pace the only sounds on the room that could be heard were moans and skin slapping skin “I’m not gonna last much longer” Sam groaned out “me either baby” Sam moved his hand down to your pussy and started to rub your clit to stimulate you “oh god I’m gonna cum” you screamed your head slamming against the pillow, Sam started to thrust into you even fast than before his fingers still rubbing your clit, you came in an instant, squirting all over Sam’s cock, that sent Sam over the edge as cam in spurts inside you “that was so fucking hot” Sam said his hips finally coming to a stop

he pulled out of you gently as he collapsed beside you pulling your sweaty body against his you leaned your head on his toned chest as you slowed your breathing, you couldn’t stop staring at the beautiful ring that now decorated your hand “I can’t believe we’re engaged” you said looking up at Sam who was already smiling down at you, “I know me either but I’m so glad you said yes” Sam grabbed your newly decorated hand in his as you both drifted to a sound sleep wrapped in your fiancés strong arms

You woke a few hours later to Sam still sound asleep, smirking you moved slowly out of his heaps as not to wake him just yet as you straddled him, his morning wood pressed against your core making you shudder, you leaned forward kissing his neck sucking a deep hickey under his jaw, Sam stirred as he slowly opened his eyes, smiling he wrapped his arms around your waist holding you close to him, pulling away from his neck you leaned in to cover his mouth with your own, sliding your tongue into his mouth, you and Sam continued to make out lazily

You began rubbing your folds over his erect penis, pulling away after a few moments you held his cock in your hand rubbing up and down jerking him off slightly “Y/N please” Sam moaned his hand’s gripping your waist tightly, “you want me to ride you handsome?”

You asked continuing to jerk him off “fuck yes!” You smirked as you hovered your dripping hole over Sam’s cock moaning Sam’s name as you say on him

Once Sam was fully inside of you, you began to bounce on his cock Sam groaned his hands moved to your ass gripping hard as helped you move up and down his length “oh god Sammy” you moaned as your breast bounced along with your motions, Sam was in a trance as he leaned forward taking your breast into his mouth sucking and biting before moving to your next breast repeating his actions

You soon felt your orgasms approaching “you gonna come Sammy” you teased knowing he was holding back, Sam took you by surprise gently pulling you off his shaft, he turned you around so you were on your hands and knees, Sam was behind you in seconds pushing his length inside you once more, he bottomed out against your ass, he was always able get deeper inside you when he took you from behind, Sam started to trust inside you at fast punishing pace “harder please” you begged your hands clenching the bedsheets so hard your knuckles were turning white

Sam obeyed instantly, he leaned forward his chest pressed against your back his hands moving to hold your breasts in his big hands as he started slamming his length inside your pussy, you screamed as Sam continued to thrust inside you as hard as he could until he was about to finish “cum with me gorgeous” Sam said as he squeezed your breasts his hips still going as hard as before, you obeyed and came with a scream of your fiancés name, clenching your pussy around his length pushing Sam to his end unleashing hot sports of cum inside you, Sam eventually pulled out and pulled you back to your previous position from last night, wrapped in his arms

Sam leaned over to kiss the top of your head, “well that was quite the wake up call” Sam joked smiling against your hair, giggling you place you ring hand on his chest “I wanted to wake my future husband up with a bang” you joked “well you certainly succeeded… i can’t wait to call you my wife Y/n” Sam said holding you closer to him “me either Sammy” you said closing your eyes and falling into a peaceful morning nap with your new fiancé, soon to be husband.

#sam winchester smut #sam winchester #sam x reader #dean winchester smut #dean winchester #dean x reader #castiel x reader smut #castiel #castiel x reader #bobby singer #charlie bradbury #angst #chevy impala #claire novak #crowley #imagine #smut #fluff #sam winchester fluff #dean winchester fluff #castiel fluff #supernatural #spn #supernatural smut #spn smut #jody mills

[babsisbakery]

The truth always comes out - (Alessia Russo x reader)

Gif by @alunarrose

Pouring rain hits the windows of Alessia Russo and her girlfriend's apartment. You are waiting for Alessia to come home after her night out with the Arsenal girls. Sadly, you couldn't join them due to feeling under the weather. Lessi didn't want to go without you or at least not when you are unwell but you reassured her that it was okay. After all she needed to get to know her new teammates better to form a greater bond with the girls which would create an undeniable chemistry on the pitch. That didn't stop you from missing her dearly. Even mere minutes apart caused both of you to seek the comfort of the other. 

*Ding* Your phone brought you out of your endless day dreaming about your favourite striker. Looking at your home screen you see a new notification from your girl. "Babyyy how are you feeling? Did you drink enough fluids? Ugh this get together would be more bearable with you by my side. Wish you were here <3 xxx" The message warms your heart, why is your girlfriend so incredibly adorable. "I'm better Lessibear, drank the tea you made me, thank you for taking care of me <333. Miss you too gorgeous, you'll manage without me. Try to enjoy an evening with just your gal pals xx"

A thud against the window makes you look up. Just the wind blowing a branch against it. Looking out the window you see a figure running towards your apartment entrance. They are soaking wet. It’s noticeable that the person isn’t wearing waterproof clothes to prevent such events. As the person comes closer you recognize her as your best friend. Zoe knocks continuously until you make your way to open the door. She’s out of breath, apparently, she had been running a long distance. Due to her athletic nature, it is only on rare occasions that she starts to sweat even slightly from physical activities. To say you are baffled at her arrival would be an understatement. 

"Zoe wha- you know what why am I even asking. Get inside come on, don’t want you to catch something" Zoe still out of breath grins at your words. " Why thank you. Uhm I have to tell you something of urgent matter. Its ab-", you interrupt her. "As urgent as it is, please go change into something dry. You can tell me afterwards.". "But Y/n cooome on I have to tell you now" pulling out her puppy eye trick she tries to convince you. You don't falter as you've deal with these eyes for a quite a while. "Zoe, no. You can get some fresh clothes and I'll wait downstairs for you with a cup of your favourite tea. Go change. So chop chop." She sights. No way could she persuade you now. So, she gives in and changes into the clothes you had let her choose. Even though Zoe has some of her clothes at your place, as you had frequent sleepovers, she picks out one of your favourite t-shirts. Loving the faint smell of you on it. 

You never noticed her heart eyes when she looked at you. Alessia of course wasn't blind to Zoe's endearment towards you but after you assured her that there would never in a million years happen something between Zoe and you, your Lover let it slide. Even if you still thought Zoe was just overly friendly. Alessia didn’t want to cause unnecessary arguments.

After Zoe dry’s her hair a bit with a towel she ran downstairs. Not registering that you were talking on the phone to someone very dear to your heart. "Y/n/n, now I have to tell you. It’s a paramount issue." She mumbles an apology right after noticing she disturbed you, deciding to slurp on the tea you made her instead. "Sure, Leah can come over later for a drink but drive safely." only now seeing Zoe being back "Gorgeous I have to go now, we'll talk when you get home. - I love you too. Mwaa" Y/n hung up and turns to face Zoe. "Sorry I just had to talk to Lessi", you say with a slight blush "what is the oh so urgent matter". A frown makes its way onto Zoe's face after she hears the striker's name. Why does everything have to revolve around her. There it was again, jealousy. Jealousy over your relationship. Feigning sadness Zoe begins to speak "Actually its Alessia I wanted to talk about. Uhm, you know I work at the place the girls went out today?". "Oh they went to your bar, yeah totally forgot.", you let out a nervous laughter "What happened?". "Y/n I don't want to hurt your feeling but I simply have to tell you. You have to know that I will be here for you if you need me, alright?" Zoe starts to search for something on her phone. You immediately begin to overthink. What if the striker got injured and didn't tell you to not stress you out. Which could honestly happen as Alessia hates worrying you. "Did something happen to Lessi? Zoe tell me. This is freaking me out."

"Something did occur but it wasn't to Lessi but rather with her.", responds Zoe. You hate that she was beating around the bush, "Get to the point Zoe or I swea- ". "Alright, alright sorry. I- I saw Alessia. Looking rather cozy with another girl.”, utters Zoe nervously. Seeing the confusion written all over your face, she decides to continue. “Before you ask, it wasn’t one of the Arsenal girls. I’ve seen this woman a few times at the bar before but never with any of the Arsenal girls.” “What are you trying to say Zoe, this makes zero sense.”, you are still utterly baffled. “I’m sorry Y/n/n. It looked as if Alessia and this woman were flirting. Furthermore, they were standing very close like they were kissing. I know you don’t believe me right now but I realised you would only believe me if I had proof. That’s why I took photos.”, reaching for her phone, which she had placed on the sofa next to her. “Show me the pictures Zoe.” She simply shows you the taken pictures. You are in pure disbelieve. The pictures show exactly what Zoe was describing a minute ago. “No Zoe, this cant be true. It just can’t. Zoe please tell me this is a prank. Zoe please.” You are on the brim of tears. “I’m really sorry. I know it wasn’t my place to say something but I couldn’t hold this information to myself, you deserve to know.” Zoe puts away her phone.

With sadness coursing through your veins, you let the tears fall. You leap into your best friend’s arms. She didn’t want to cause you heartbreak but in her eyes it had to be done for it to work out. By stroking your back and mumbling encouraging words, she tries to make you feel at least slightly better. “Shh everything will be alright. She didn’t deserve you anyway. You were always too good for her bug.” “This cant be true Zoe, it has to be fake.” Plastering a compassionate smile onto her face Zoe speaks, “As much as I regret seeing you this way you have to open your eyes and recognize that I want what’s best for you, which clearly isn’t a cheating girlfriend, sweetie.”

These words crush your last glimmer of hope. Tears streaming down your cheeks like a waterfall. Zoe tries to wipe them away with the jumper she borrowed from you. New ones replace them as soon as the last ones were gone. Only sobs can be heard in your apartment. Your heart broken. It had shattered into million pieces. Nothing can stop your emotions from overtaking your mind. You can’t think clearly, too consumed by the thought of Alessia’s betrayal. *Poof* Seemingly gone the future you imagined with Lessi and all made promised blown away by the wind. It feels as if you’d been hit by a car over and over again. A sucker punch to your heart. Falling apart in your best friend’s arms who wants to catch you so desperately.

Even after this information you couldn’t bring yourself hate your soon to be ex-girlfriend. You just couldn’t even if you want to. You don’t want to blame or to punch her. Of course, you still love her, it was just minutes ago you accommodated this knowledge. You never pictured yourself in this situation. *After all, doesn’t Alessia love you? She showers you in it every second of the day. Were you simply not enough for her anymore? Was your love not enough? Was this all a game to her? Did she fall out of love with you without communicating it? If yes, how could she string you along. * Your brain was running wild with ideas. Some sounded more ridiculous that the other. With every added thought, the sobs got more violent.

Suddenly, the ring of the doorbell is heard. Well at least Zoe hears it because you were in your bubble of sadness, shutting out any noise or movement around you. Zoe doesn’t want to open but after continues ringing she no longer could bear the sound of it. Leah and Lessi waiting impatiently as they probably stood outside for a few minutes. They exchange worrying glances. Y/n knew they were coming, they also knew that you’d normally sprint to the door to engulf your beloved into a massive koala hug. The door cracks slightly open to reveal who is standing on the other side. Zoe quickly tries to shut the door but before she has the chance to Alessia pushes it wide ajar as the sobs of you ring into the hallway.

Your Lover runs to your side “Baby what’s wrong, why are you crying? Who do I need to beat up?”, trying to take you into her arms. Realising it was Less you push her away. She is flabbergasted to say the least. “Don’t call me that, don’t you dare call me that. How could you do this,” you say barely over a whisper, voice laced with emotions “it’s over!” Zoe has a faint smirk instantly switching to her concerned friend face. Leah still sees it and immediately connects the dots but there is no chance Less could talk to you in this state.

Alessia’s face falls. She doesn’t understand the world. Her eyes begin to water. “Tesoro,” trying to step closer to you but you instantly take one back “why, what did I do?” Desperation laces her voice. “You cheated Alessia, you cheated. Zoe showed me some pictures. You guys were so close.” At the thought of the pictures you start to sob again. Being slightly tipsy, Alessia can’t figure out what pictures you are talking about. “Y/n/n, pictures?” “Don’t play stupid Alessia. I saw them. You don’t have to pretend to love me anymore.”

Leah touches the striker’s arm to catch her attention. She whispers into her ear “She isn’t thinking clearly, she won’t listen to you either. Let her calm down and then try to explain what happened at the bar because I’m pretty sure I know what she is referring to.” Lessi shot her a confused frown, not understanding anything. “I’ll explain in the car Less but we need to give her time to collect herself. We can come back tomorrow. You are too tipsy anyway.” “Am not” If looks could kill, Leah would be buried 10 feet under already. Leah just raises her eyebrow, signalling reallyyyy. “Tesoro, I will come back tomorrow morning, so we can talk with clear minds, okay. Please hear me out, this has to be a giant misunderstanding.” Alessia walks to the door with her head hanging low. Leah squeezes your arm and follows her teammate. You can’t even respond properly due to your frequent hiccups. Zoe rushes to close the door after them.

“Y/n/n she doesn’t deserve you. She will make up some excuse for the photos. Whatever she says don’t listen.” Zoe’s plan can’t fail now or she would forever lose you. She had to have you wrapped around her finger for this to work. To believe her over Alessia, which would be hard but she promised herself to try.

Your so-called friend holds you in her arms for a while until you succumb to exhaustion from bawling your eyes out. She pulls you as close as possible. Moreover, trying to remember every detail of your face, to capture this moment in her brain for eternity, watching your breathing become more even, her gaze softens. Since you fell asleep she repositions you to lay on top of her on the sofa, so you both are comfortable and don’t wake up with sore limbs. Soon she closes her own eyes and is out like a light.

~Next morning~

Zoe wakes up first, you soon follow. It was 9 am. Upon realising that there is nothing in the pantry, Zoe decides to go to the store to buy some groceries. To make you breakfast, treating you like her princess. What she doesn’t know is that Leah and Alessia are outside, waiting in Leah’s car, obviously both with a disguise, for Zoe to leave your apartment. After she is out of sight, they take this as their opportunity to explain everything. Running to the front door Alessia unlocks it, searching every room for you. She succeeds upon entering the bathroom. While washing your face you don’t notice it was the striker. “Zoe how come you are back so quickly did you forget your money yet again?” you ask chuckling. “No, it’s me. I wan-“, Lessi tries to speak but you soon interrupt her. “What are you doing here???” But Alessia isn’t prepared for your tired sounding voice. She expects you to be livid, after Leah explained what she thought happened. “Please just hear me out, I promise it isn’t what it looked like.” With a sight you agree to listen, throwing away a long-term relationship without at least a talk seems imprudent. Lessi was or is your girlfriend after all, you aren’t so sure yourself, not giving her a chance to plead her case would be atrocious.

Leah is chilling in the kitchen, not touching anything because she knows she’d cause a disaster there, so she is sipping on a glass of water while waiting for you both to make up. Lessi wants to take your hand in hers which you notice and hesitantly she intertwines your hands, you let her. Sitting on the sofa Alessia begins “These photos are fake. I can prove it Tesoro. Let me show you something, okay?” Mumbling a response, you look at her phone. “Now can you tell me who this girl is next to me?” asks Lessi. You are at loss for words. “I- I- Ohhhh my god. Its Clara. I didn’t recognize her Lessi, I’m so sorry.” “See baby, I would never ever cheat on you. Certainly not with my cousin.” You both chuckle at her words. “I’m really sorry Lessi, I couldn’t see her face on Zoe’s photos. Also, in these you aren’t as close as in the ones Zoe took. Weird.” “It’s because she photoshopped them Tesoro. Leah saw her smirking after you said we are done.” Alessia feels bad because Zoe had been your friend for a long time, losing a “friend” isn’t easy. “Soooo, we are good right?” asks Alessia. “Of course, we are, I’m sorry for not hearing you out yesterday. It was all just too much. But we are okay.” “All good baby, I know seeing such photos can mess with someone’s head. You heard me out, that’s the important part.” A few minutes went by just the two of you wrapped in each other’s arms.

In the meantime, Leah had found some cereal to eat to distract herself. She hasn’t left guys yet because Zoe was still to return and she wanted to give her a piece of her mind.

You kiss Alessia softly, showing her with it how much you love her. She responds to it immediately, kissing you back. More soft kisses are shared between you two. They start to get more passionate, soon you straddle Alessia, forgetting Leah is in the other room. Alessia’s hands are firmly placed on your bum, giving it a squeeze. A moan leaves your lips. Her left-hand slips under your shirt, Goosebumps arise due to her cold fingers on your skin. She trails kisses down your jaw to your neck, biting slightly into the latter.

But before you can continue you hear a gasp. It’s Zoe. What a cockblock. Zoe doesn’t even have a chance to utter a word as you start to talk, “Zoe I’m disappointed and mad at you. I don’t know what Alessia or I did to you that you wanted to destroy or relationship so badly. But it didn’t work, she told me everything. Faking pictures just to point a bad light at my girlfriend. No real friend would ever do such thing. I don’t want to see you ever again Zoe. You aren’t my friend anymore. This is goodbye, so don’t contact me again.” “But I love you Y/n, I’ve loved you for some time now. I did this for us, to be able to be finally together as we are meant to be.”, stammers Zoe. “No. There was no us, there is no us and there will never be an us. Lessi is the love of my life so you can piss off.” Shooing her out the front door and closing it right in her distraught face.

Leah chimes in “Wow what a day and it just started. Honestly, I wanted to have a go at her but you rocked that Y/n/n, bravo. Welp who wants to go out for some donuts, its our cheat day after all?” You and Lessi simultaneously answer with a, “Meee”. Smiling at each other you share one final kiss before stepping out of your shared apartment to get those well deserved donuts.

#alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #fem reader #x reader #leah williamson #arsenal women

[h-harleybaby]

can you do stan,kyle and butters hcs for when their s/o falls asleep on them or cuddling hcs for them please

xxx

Omg thats so fucking cute

Watch that have priority over literally all my requests (now that I'm coming back to this thats a lie I have no brain juice for any of my requests)

This totally isn’t in specific order of who I like most to who I don’t know how to write for

Also I already wrote for Butters cuddling hcs so it's gonna be a lil short than the other ones

Butters

• You and Butters cuddle really often because ya know, he's touch starved and you like physical touch

• So you cuddling him in public (or really anywhere) isn't a surprise to him

• I mean he might turn a little pink but that's just because he thinks you're really pretty

• You falling asleep on him tho???

• He thinks your adorable, and he doesn't have the heart to wake you up

• You falling asleep on him means you really trust him, right?! Now he definitely can't wake you up because what if you never fall asleep on him again

• Butters definitely shushes people if they're being too loud around you while you're asleep, he wants you to sleep >:(

• If you start stirring he's probably gonna rub your back and say go back to sleep IN THE SOFTEST TONE EVER

• He loves when you fall asleep on him in general-

• Anyways, he's always willing to cuddle you and be your pillow

• He might even jokingly start calling himself your pillow and he holds that title proudly!

Kyle

• Kyle's stiff when it happens, but he always eventually gets comfortable

• In his brain he's panicking, and whenever he starts panicking he starts sweating

• A lot

• He really likes cuddling tho, just not much in public

• But I mean at least he's kinda warm so that makes him better to sleep on

• He's actually pretty comfortable to sleep on if you're not under his arms because jesus christ he sweats so much there

• Although he does like it when you sleep on him, his limbs often get really numb without moving so he's not the best to sleep on

• He definitely tries not to wake you up, you probably need the sleep

• He always tries to shake his arm or something without waking you up but he usually ends up doing it anyways

• But did you not sleep last night??? He's gonna bug you about it because you need to sleep more >:((((

• If he's gonna wake you up (if him shaking himself doesn't), he does it really gently because he doesn't wanna startle you or anything

• Cartman definitely makes fun of Kyle for letting you sleep on him, according to Cartman Kyle's whipped for you

• If they end up having the big argument they always have, he's definitely gonna whisper yell as to not wake you up

• And if Cartman doesn't get the memo, he's gonna start throwing shoes at him

• "Shut up fat ass, she's sleeping!" "Why do I care??"

Stan

• Stan also really likes cuddling! But you definitely have to show him how... I don't understand how he doesn't know how BUT HE DOESN'T

• He probably also smells like liquor but it's fine it smells good-

• Falling asleep on Stan tho?? He's a lil weirded out but he's fine with it

• Cartman probably makes fun of him too but he's just ignoring him and using his phone

• He's nervous but not Kyle nervous, in his brain is like "Well, I gotta be careful. It's not that easy to screw this up anyways"

• Stan's probably also fighting the urge to throw up the entire time

• I hc that he got a lot better with the throwing up thing when he's in love... just please don't kiss him till he's ready unless you want it in your face which believe me, YOU DON'T

• He probably has his arms around you with his head on top of yours, who knew this would be so comfy??

• You did, that's who

• Stan's also the type to fall asleep with you and not want to let you go

• He's probably a light sleeper so you trying to get up would wake him

• Doesn't matter if you guys have class or you guys have to go home, he wants you to sleep with him a lil more

• If you say that y'all can cuddle and take a nap together in a bed instead of the floor later it definitely motivates him

• If you can beat his throw up tho, you could probably kiss him awake

• It's actually his favorite way to wake up, it just takes a bit of time to get used to it

#south park x reader #h harleybaby needs help #south park x reader headcanons #south park x y/n #stan marsh x reader #stan x reader #Stan marsh x y/n #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle x reader #Kyle broflovski x y/n #butters stotch x y/n #butters stotch x reader #butters x reader #Harley’s anons <33 #harley’s fav posts #harley’s requests!

[drabblesandimagines]

400 request! Could you do some thing like enemies to lovers with Cid, maybe an argument that leads to an angry kiss. With some spice at the end?

Thankyou!

Thanks for the 400 request, anon! Sorry it took me an absolute age to get round to it - I'm still working my way through a few. I didn't quite get enemies to lovers but there's some argumentative banter and a tiiiiny bit of spice towards the end - please let me know what you think in an anon ask xxx Sparks Cidolfus Telemon x female reader Fluffy, little sprinkling of spice towards the end

You start to look up at the sound of the bell tinkling over the door, announcing a customer, but the heavy boots on the wooden floorboards tell you all you need to know and you sigh, casting your eyes immediately back down when you see who it is darkening your doorstep.

“No.”

“Love, that’s not a nice greeting. Want to try again?”

“Cidolfus-” “Oh, I am in trouble.” He smirks. “Now, this is a nice one.” You hear him heave a pot up in his hands, “how much?"

You look up then – he’s admiring the ceramic with a fake interest. “Not for sale.” You pinch the bridge of your nose to try and relieve the tension as he places the pot down.  “I have a headache that could down a behemoth and I cannot deal with that and you today.”

“Then,” the approaching footsteps show he has not heeded your plea, “you should let me help you.”

“Help?” You scoff. “You always bring more trouble to my door. If the Imperials or Dragoons get word of you being here…”

“They’ll what – poke and prod me with their little halberds?” He pretends to pout. “I don’t fear them and, if someone would finally accept my very gracious offer, neither would you.”

“Leave.” You seethe. “You’re nothing but a hinderance these days.”

“Surely it’s the thought that counts.” He chuckles, laying both palms down on the desk to show he had no plans to leave. “Besides, if you would concede, Tarja could whip you off something for that headache too, quick as you like.”

“By the Mothers. I swear-“

“This isn’t a very viable way to run a business, love – chasing your customers away at the door.”

“You’re not a real customer.”

He shrugs, before lifting a hand off the counter and grabbing a gil pouch off his belt. He drops it in show, the bag giving a satisfying thunk as it hit the counter to show off its contents.

“I’ll take however much this will get me.”

“You won’t. I hold the right to refuse you service.” You stress, shoving the pouch back across to him.

“You’re such a funny shopkeeper, someone might get ideas you’re up to something else here.”

You sigh, meeting his eyes at last. He’s a handsome man and he knows it – part of what makes him so cocky. “What will it take for you to leave me be?”

He throws his arms wide. “Come join my group of outlaws.”

“I’m doing fine work here.” You grumble. Your paths had crossed a few years back. He’d heard word of someone shipping ailing Bearers out to the Kingdom of Waloed – something he could not stand, given his history. His investigations had led straight to you – ushering them onto a boat in a way that wasn’t befitting on a slave master. After a tense exchange, it had been established that the two of you were of the same opinion – that Bearers didn’t deserve the hand they had been dealt and were trying to help where you can in different ways. You’d buy up Bearers where you could and, under the guise of selling them to Waloed, you’d find them havens throughout Valisthea, allowing them to live their final days in peace, for whatever it was worth.

He was smug, cocky, thought he was the Mother’s gift to all around him, and it drove you up the wall – like he expected you to swoon over him and his swagger, go along with whatever he wanted. But no, you’d stayed firm, held your resolve – Cidolfus Telemon will not get his way with you.

“What if I say I’m worried?”

“About yourself? You should be. I heard a certain rumour about an unwanted visitor to Drake’s Head.”

He quirks an eyebrow, looks surprised for a moment before his face falls back into its self-assured grin. “I just wanted a closer look, love.”

The bell above the door rings again and a real customer walks in – a nobleman, by the looks of it, with real gil to burn.

You look at Cid and nod your head towards the door. Thankfully, he relents, giving you a wink and a wave and finally heads out the door.

--

Later that evening, you’re about to lock up when a hand squeezes your shoulder. You turn, alarmed, and find yourself facing a trio of Imperial soldiers – all sporting the same haircut under military standards, the same hardened stares.

“I’m awfully sorry, but I’m closed for the day, sirs. Mayhaps you can return in the morning.” You keep your tone light, almost ditsy to try and diffuse what is clearly not a group of soldiers out shopping for pots.

“I’m afraid this matter really cannot wait, my lady.” The soldier reaches past you and opens the door into the shop before pushing you back within. “After you.”

You make it five steps in when you hear a sword being unsheathed and an almighty clatter as it collides with a group of pots on display.

“Oops.” The soldier says, dryly.

“Accidents happen.” This isn’t good – whatever this is.

“They do.”  We wouldn’t want any more happening, would we?”

“No, sir.”

“Like, it must have been an accident when Cidolfus Telemon was here this afternoon and you did not bring it to our attention.”

“Who?” You tilt your head, trying to mimic confusion. The soldier, the commander of this merry trio, you reckon, grabs you by your jaw, squeezing your cheeks.

“Don’t play dumb, my lady. You’ll only make this worse for yourself. What business did you conduct with him?”

“None.” He lets go of your jaw and shoves you backwards, sending you crashing into another display of pots. Jagged bits of ceramic poke at your back and thighs, but that pain is nothing to the fear you feel when he draws his sword.

“Ladies should not lie.”

“And that is no way to treat a lady, lads.” Cid’s smooth voice comes from the doorway. The soldiers spin on their heels, holding their swords aloft. He steps in, casually, rolling up his sleeves.

“Surrender, Telemon.”

Sparks of lightning begin to crackle along his arm and into his palm. “Not my style.” And before the soldiers can make another move, he punches his fist into the ground, sending three strikes of lightning in each of their directions, sending the trio flying up for a moment before crashing down into more of your pots - dead.

You stare in disbelief of what’s just occurred, your heart pounding as Cid strides over to you, pulling you up to your feet.

“Are you all right?”

“You.” You growl, grabbing hold of either side of his collar with both hands and yanking him forward. “I told you that you’re nothing but trouble.”

He holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Love, I’m sorry, that wasn’t meant to happen-“ You cut him off with a bruising kiss and for a moment he doesn’t reciprocate, stunned, before he drops his hands and slides his tongue in between your lips, fighting for dominance. His hands find your waist and he pulls you closer, one hand dropping down to squeeze your backside. You can feel him smirk into the kiss, but that won’t do. You let go of his collar, trailing your fingers down his chest and then lower, ghosting his crotch, causing him to moan into your mouth…

“We gotta go, Cid – more Imperials heading this way!” A voice comes from the door – one you recognize as another part of his crew.

He pulls away, frowning. “We’ll have to continue this back at my place, love. Come on.” And with no hesitation, his hands are back at your waist and the smug bastard throws you over your shoulder, patting your backside as he adjusts his grip.

“Cidolfus!” --

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[pseudowho]

Hey Haitch, what's up ? I need help and since you're : 1. One of the most prolific writers on here 2. You seem to be organised 3. I assume you have written a dissertation before What advice can you share for someone who has to write their master thesis pronto ? I have a terrible case of ADHD and just a mild interest in my subject, but I need to pump out 40 pages in 2 weeks so any advice is welcome Also you're the best, I loved your very clinical approach to analysing the JJK men's little swimmers

Heeeeeyyyy

I am NOT PROLIFIC, shut up.

I am organised you're right, thank goodness for ✨anxiety✨

I've written a couple, taught dissertation classes on a University level, and bullied Mr.Haitch through a PhD too.

So I've not lived with ADHD sadly. I can only tell you what I'd do.

Get over yourself. I don't give a fuck if you don't like your subject and I don't give a fuck if you find it hard to concentrate. Pull your grown-up pants up, give yourself a slap, and recognise that you either do it and do it well, or you fail. Once you decide that knuckling down is infinitely more palatable than failure, it helps. So, be your own drill sergeant for two weeks now.

Examine your thesis question/hypothesis. Imagine teaching this subject to a class; what questions are they going to ask? You're going to want to answer those. They're going to highlight some key themes to explore. These themes can be grouped into your thesis subheadings.

What does the evidence show? There's almost certainly a theme there; do sources wildly disagree? Is there a general lean towards one answer? What gaping holes are there in the research? Assess the provenance; what limitations are placed upon pieces of evidence based on their provenance? How reliable are they? What are the sample sizes of the studies, if this is relevant to your thesis?

ONLY AFTER YOU HAVE THOROUGHLY EXPLORED THE FULL EVIDENCE...what do you think, and why? What do you think lends strength to your argument?

Remember, a Masters Thesis is a DISCUSSION, an ARGUMENT-- it's frustrating arguing with someone who clearly doesn't know what they're talking about, so get reading babe.

Do your References and Bibliography AS 👏 YOU 👏 WRITE 👏👏 ...as SOON as you mention it in the main body of the text, reference it properly. You are on limited time so tidy up as you go along. The devil is in the detail. I advise the Harvard referencing system, it's the nearest and simplest.

Good luck. This won't be easy. I'm a glutton for punishment and I love a challenge so this is a bit of me.

If you have a moment of "waahhhh this is hard I hate it I feel sorry for myself", let it be just that-- a moment. Pick yourself up and get back to it. Do not spiral. Now is not the time. Spiral after, if you like.

Please note: I'm not that much of a drill sergeant with other people. The above is how I bully myself, and I do bully myself. I would never judge you for a breakdown.

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

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[unchataparis]

I gotta say, one of my most hated salt trope is when Gabriel or Audrey prefer Marinette over Adrien and Chloé. They see Marinette as the better child/the more talented/the more deserving and the entire fic's plot revolve around Adrien/Chloé's realisation and concluding devastation over that fact. :/

Salt has a questionable status in this fandom, as it does in most fandoms, but as I've come to unpleasantly realise, most people who are writing salt are, in fact, not twelve or thirteen year olds but full grown adult with jobs, career, even children of their own.

Sometimes, I see posts that are so overwhelmingly filled with hatred for certain characters, it's shocking to realise that you guys aren't being ironic, you're being for real. Your opinion is yours to have, and all of your emotions and feelings are valid. It's always good to be passionate rather than bland. I'm sure that if we were to meet on the streets, no one would be this zealous over their opinion of a children's cartoon show. But I feel like some of you are so sucked into this imaginary, badly-written, fan service-orientated world, you've forgotten your common sense and dedicated effort that this show does not deserve into defending your favourite, mistreated characters.

This show isn't well-written. It has questionable plots and characters. Thomas Astruc is a dubious man. These are all facts that no one is arguing against. But even with all these truths in the air, it still doesn't justify the sheer amount of unregulated hatred reserved for certain characters.

I'm speaking to the 'I live for salt' girlies who churns out Marinette Deserves Better wips on the daily. The people who are swearing at each other on the Internet over whether or not Chloé is a good person and deserves to be redeemed. I'm talking about those who accuse Lovesquare shippers of enabling toxic relationship and misogyny.

What are you talking about?

I don't think any of you truly believe that Miraculous is bad for children or that it's upholding the patriarchy, you're simply grasping onto whimsical straws of social justice in order to advance your own egocentric agenda.

Fandoms are meant to be a safe place to discuss your interests and find like-minded friends who aren't available in your local area. Not a feedback loop of aggrandising, disproportionate speculation.

If you hate the show so much, you're not even watching it anymore and following other people's social media AUs instead – nothing wrong with that, but you do realise that means you have no idea what you're talking about, right? If the show is so terrible and you don't even care about XXX or YYY, why not just leave? Place your time and effort into something that wouldn't make you so angry and dissatisfied?

I've been watching Miraculous for about six years now, and this show has a lot of impact on my artistic and internal psyche and it means a lot to me and I can see both the good and the faults in it. But at the end of the day, the characters of Miraculous are literally just characters. They're not real, they don't have opinions of their own, and they do what they do at the behest of the people writing them. You can't let yourself be consumed by their fictional plights.

Take this statement with a grain of salt and know that there is fluctuations to the fact of it, there are always exceptions, but: fandom arguments are ultimately pointless. There's better, more worthwhile things to do. There's always going to be annoying, infuriating people, you don't want to add yourself to the mix. Think about it, what's your endgame? That everyone will apologise to you and admit that you were right and follow all your opinions? That the writers of the show will change the story and rewrite everything according to your suggestions and 'corrections'? You're bitterly giving all your energy to something that will never reward you.

#miraculous #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #lila rossi #chloé bourgeois #opinion piece #also: be nice #just be nice #don't swear at people don't be mocking don't condescend #understand that you're not always right and you're not always wrong #and life is full of moments where you're simultaneously wrong and right at the same time

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Chapter 6

Baby Fever - Chapter 6

Series Summary: It all started with a classic case of baby fever

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!(Wife)Reader

Rating: 18+ Series

Warnings: Smut, anxiety mentions, and lots of sweetness

Word Count: 2,469

Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait. Hope this makes up for it.

xxx

You couldn't sleep and you couldn't understand why.

It had been several days since your last doctor's appointment during which Dr. Harrington had declared the hematoma healed, taking the huge weight off your shoulders that had been secretly crippling you for nearly an entire month. Ever since then you had been able to sleep nearly as soon as you hit the pillow, your mind blissfully free of the guilt and anxiety that had continued to plague you despite everyone in your life assuring you that it would be okay and that you weren't in any way at fault.

It made no sense that sleep was evading you that night. It was the weekend, and both you and Marcus had been off from work, so it had been peaceful, the most pleasant it had been in a long while, a reminder of one of the many reasons why you'd married him. Being with Marcus was easy. You got along better than any other couple you knew, and that wasn't a brag. It was just the truth. You couldn't remember the last time you'd had a true argument, one that lasted more than a minute and put sour thoughts in your head. You'd never gotten along better with anyone else. He was truly your safe haven.

As you pondered over what could be keeping your eyes open and your body fidgety, you reflected over the day's events. Eventually you ended up lingering on one detail - that you and Marcus had spent most of it watching movies, right up until bedtime.

You knew that could cause a disruption in sleep for some, most doctors recommending reading a book instead of watching anything on screen an hour before bed, but you'd done it plenty often, your whole life, and that had never been the case for you. Why would it be so that night?

You sighed and rolled from your left side to your right, adjusting your pillow again after. Your legs started to twitch, moving like they had a mind of their own, and you finally realized you were just restless. Wound up simply because you hadn't done much the last couple days, having stayed home, indoors, all weekend long.

You loved weekends like that, thrived off them really, but on occasion your body didn't, seeking action whether you wanted to move or not.

Staying in bed would not help it pass, so you did one of the few things that usually did. You slid out of bed and quietly paced the hall, stopping briefly in the kitchen before turning around to head back towards your bedroom.

Back and forth. Back and forth. You would've feared someone would think you were a mental patient pointlessly wandering the house, but there was no one to witness it, and more importantly it felt good to move, to dispense some of the pent up energy that had flared up in you.

"Honey, is everything alright?" you heard Marcus whisper from the dark hall as you turned around for a tenth time in the kitchen. You flinched even though he had been quiet in an attempt not to startle you.

You could just barely make out his face in the poorly lit room, the moon barely peeping through the back window.

"I'm alright," you replied softly. "Just feeling too energetic to sleep."

"Pacing helps?"

"Most of the time."

"Anything I can do?" he offered.

You shook your head. "Go back to bed. I won't keep this up much longer."

Hesitantly Marcus listened, heading for your bedroom as you resumed your march.

After a few more minutes you felt a lot better, so you decided to return to bed, mentally crossing your fingers that you'd quelled the need you had to be active.

Facing Marcus in bed, uncertain if he had fallen back asleep or just had his eyes closed, you watched him and waited. You thought maybe your eyes were heavier, but then your legs thrashed, as if they were resisting.

You ripped your pillow out from under your head and buried your face into it, barely resisting the urge to scream into it in frustration. You had to get up for work in seven hours, the last thing you wanted to do was fight with your limbs.

But if pacing didn't help...

"Marcus," you called out, jerking your mouth away from your pillow.

"Hmmm?"

"Moving around didn't work," you stated flatly.

"I guessed that much," he said quietly, "I can feel you next to me. Woke up to you thrashing around."

You grimaced. "Sorry."

"It's not your fault," he mumbled.

"There's something else I think would work," you told him, slightly uncertain about it. Not because you weren't convinced, but because you weren't used to being quite this forward, even with him. "We could have sex."

Marcus popped up on his elbow almost immediately, both interested and surprised. "You think?"

"It's put me to sleep before," you answered, shrugging.

"I'm not sure that's a compliment," he teased, eyebrows hiking up.

You shoved him hard, but he barely budged, having braced for it, predicted it. "Shut up. You know what I mean."

Like it did for many other people, climaxing relaxed you, jellied your limbs, spiked hormones that left you in an almost dream like state. It was like taking a sleeping pill, but way more fun and healthier in your condition.

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

A beat later he was up on his knees, slotted between your legs, arms bracing him above your body as his mouth slotted over yours. His kiss was attentive, but passionate. Slow, but more than a little bit needy.

It had been an unusually long while since you'd last slept together. Since before the emergency visit, both because you were afraid the activity might make things worst, and because you simply weren't in the mood.  

You were that night, warmth flooding your core as soon as he started to instinctively grind against you. You could feel him already thickening through his cotton sleepwear, a telltale sign he wanted you just as much as you wanted him, and it encouraged you.

You arched up against him, letting yourself get lost in the moment, consumed by the sensation of every brush of his body against yours and the drag of his fingertips as his hands explored your curves eagerly.

Eventually, somehow, you both managed to get your clothes removed and either chucked unceremoniously onto the floor or pushed into the bed sheets.

When the last item, one of his socks, had been kicked off, Marcus dropped back down on the bed, eyes glued to yours, hands on your thighs. "I'm all yours."

The offer was one that had become much more frequent since you'd become pregnant, Marcus understanding that your body had become more sensitive and that sex was often more comfortable for you if you went at your own pace. The thoughtfulness and the image of him on full display for you made you grin. "Better be."

The chuckle that escaped his lips at your reply was replaced by a hiss as you climbed on top of him, hands fanning over his stomach, and teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, hips rolling so it repeatedly nudged your clit.

His hands automatically flew to your chest, massaging your nipples until they peaked hard, until you keened into his touch with a sharp gasp. Your breasts had never been particularly responsive to touch, not enough to spike your pleasure anyway, but that had apparently changed dramatically since the last time he'd played with him. "Keep doing that," you demanded with a whine.

He beamed up at you, pleased to see that kind of reaction from you. "Your wish." My command.

It only took a couple minutes or so of his thumbs skating over your peaks and you pressing his tip against your most sensitive spot before you found yourself thoroughly wet and ready.

You finally allowed yourself to sink down onto him and, with a grunt, he reached out to grip you firmly on your hips to steady you as he filled you up. Your eyes met then and didn't wander until you started to move.

Marcus didn't do much but observe you for a time, almost like he was entranced by your beauty as you slid up and down on him, riding him at a steady pace. Soft groans emitted from him whenever you dropped yourself so that he was deep in you, all the way to the hilt, but otherwise he was mostly quiet as he watched you. Soaking you in, being patient.

Then you began to speed up, starting to feel the ache within you steadily growing, to the point the urge to reach nirvana was impossible to resist, and he took the opportunity to join in, his hips gently bucking into you, making you moan.

"Fuck, I'm so lucky to have you," he murmured breathlessly in response to the sound.

"I'm lucky too," you groaned, eyelids beginning to droop as you concentrated on how good everything felt when you canted your hips just so.

In no time at all you were convulsing around him, gasping out his name, and he grunted as he emptied inside you, eyelids low, but eyes still open enough to see the way you pitched forward over him.

Afterwards he helped guide you off him, making sure you landed softly on the mattress beside him, his eyes following, warm and fond.

"Think you'll sleep well now?" he whispered, pinching your chin between two of his fingers and turning your face up towards his, eyes full of love for you.

You curled your lips. "Even if I don't, zero regrets."

"That good, huh?" he probed jokingly.

You laughed and planted a hand on his bare chest. "Goodnight, Marcus," you said sternly, patting him a few times. You gave him a final peck on the cheek and flipped over so you were facing away from him.

"Night," he returned, wrapping an arm over your shoulder, securing your back against his chest.

You waited patiently for sleep to overtake you, listening as his breaths steadied, and you found yourself envying how easy it was for him to nod off.

It took a few minutes longer, but your eyes were finally threatening to close completely when you felt a strange light fluttering within your abdomen, an inch or so below your belly button. Like the beating of very tiny wings.

It took your sleep deprived mind nearly a full minute to deduce that it wasn't just gas or something weird your body was doing, but rather your baby shifting around, and you suddenly forgot your desperate want to rest.

You rolled onto your back and pressed your right hand instinctively against the spot on your small bump above the motion inside you, mouth slack as you focused on it, nothing short of amazed.

Quickening, Dr. Harrington had called it. Those first movements that would be strong enough to be felt. She'd told you at your last visit that you'd most likely be able to notice them within the next few weeks, but for some reason you hadn't thought it would be so soon after that appointment.

"Is everything alright?" Marcus inquired, concern evident in his drowsy voice. "Still can't sleep?"

He'd woken up again as soon as you'd turned onto your back. You felt a flicker of guilt, he also had work the next day, but it was something worth waking him up for anyway.

"I was on my way to dreaming," you told him, craning your neck to study his handsome features in the dim light of the room through watering eyes, "But I think the dream came to me instead."

He gave you a puzzled look. "What are you talking about?"

"I can feel the baby, Marcus," you said joyfully, a tear escaping the corner of your left eye. "Our baby."

After your scare a month ago that moment was all the more precious to you. You had needed this. A developmental milestone that would convince you once and for all that everything was truly okay again, and one that also would make you feel truly connected to them for the first time. Like an idea becoming palpable.

Marcus prompted himself up in bed and anchored his left hand on your hip farthest away from him, his forearm brushing against the top of your right hand as it crossed over your stomach. He beamed down at you, glancing between your face and your bump in rapid succession, like he had half expected to be able to see it, even though it was still way too early for that. "Really?"

"I wouldn't play about this," you assured him, raising a pinky up to him in offering. Your pinky swears had never been broken, even when you were a teenager.

He barked a laugh, eyes wide with wonder. "I didn't mean...I just...wow. How does it feel?"

You smiled warmly at his excited reaction, his earnest question. "Like Dr. Harrington said. Like a fluttering of wings. Barely there, but definitely there." Your breath hitched a little at the end of your sentence. "I can't describe how good it feels. To know for sure that..." You trailed off, unable to continue that train of thought. It would only make you sob, and you didn't want to do that. Not then.

Marcus understood what you meant though, and he leaned over to kiss you on your lips as his hand swept over your belly to rest on top of yours. "Everything's alright. More than alright."

You nodded fervently and the love you had for him bloomed in your chest. He knew you better than anyone else ever had.  

He rested his forehead against the side of your head. "They're tough like their mom."

You wondered when your heart would stop soaring whenever he called you by the title mom. You hoped not anytime soon. "Yep."

He chuckled at your unexpectedly short reply and pulled away just enough to softly kiss your temple, his lips nearly tickling you. "Try to get some sleep."

You shifted back onto your side. "Tell your kid that. They're still going at it." It was kinda crazy how one moment you hadn’t noticed anything, then the next you had, and then it had been all you could notice since.

"Oh, now they're mine."

You grinned widely as he shook his head. "That's how it works."

He tried to appear annoyed, but Marcus's eyes gave away his amusement. "Naturally."

You both got comfortable again and you waited for sleep once more, but this time it finally snatched you, the consistent little motions inside you actually helping lull you into unconsciousness.

It was the very last thing you were aware of before you drifted off.

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Lovers Like Orpheus and Eurydice - Professor!Tom Holland (smut)

Another day, another professor fic. Yes, ofc, once again I'm dreaming about my awful hot prof. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Professor Holland hates the reader, and she hates him. But when she applies for the position as his TA, things start to change and somewhere along the way - between an argument and spending the night together - they fall for one another.

Warnings: 18+, smut, sex, p in v, oral (f), kinda public sex, enemies to lovers, age gap, professor x student relationship

Pairing: Professor!Tom Holland x fem!TA!reader (about 5.5k words)

header by my love @hidingsikki

dividers by @firefly-graphics

“Are you sure I have to do this?” (Y/n) was staring at Mike, arms crossed in front of her chest as she sunk down further in the chair. His eyes flickered back to his laptop, rereading the email before he deeply exhaled.

“If you want to get a chance at working for the university, I’d advise you to apply for the position.” She had always found comfort in Mike’s company, the tall PhD candidate (y/n) had crossed paths with a few semesters ago. He was her guiding hand, the one she could turn to when she didn’t know where to go from her position, losing her way in the big cloud of confusion she was stuck in.

“But he hates me.” Professor Holland had hated her from the first moment she had stepped into his class, (y/n) couldn’t explain why, didn’t understand what she had done wrong, but somewhere along the way she had started hating the man just as much, wanting to stay away from him till she’d leave this university for good. 

“Even if he does, he won’t be able to say no to your grades and your knowledge. He may be an asshole, but he’s not stupid.” With a sigh spilling from her lips, (y/n) closed her eyes, pinched the bridge of her nose and reached for her laptop. 

“Alright, but let me warn you, if this goes wrong, it’s your fault.” 

“Please, come in.” Professor Holland’s voice echoed through his office, forcing (y/n) to push open the door to his big office. Their eyes met and for a moment neither (y/n) nor the professor spoke a word, staring at one another like enemies crossing paths on a bleak winter morning, wondering who’d shoot first. 

“Miss (y/n), it’s good to see you.” She could tell that he was lying, clearly struggling to force a fake smile onto his thin lips. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of giving in, would keep her head held high and her lips pulled into a bright smile. Two could play this game. 

“Thank you for inviting me, I appreciate you taking me into consideration for this position.” She sank down in the chair reserved for visitors, allowing her to study the handsome professor. He was wearing a black vest, his turtleneck perfectly hugged the muscles his students would murmur about as the professor walked through the aisles, talking about his topics, things his students barely paid attention to. 

“Of course, your grades are admirable. It would be wrong of me not to talk with you about this.” He clearly had to bite down the snarky words he wanted to speak, teeth forced into his lower lip, leaving small marks behind. Her eyes followed his every move, how he fiddled with his pen, twisting it in his grasp as he reached for a black folder. “The position asks for an assistant that will help with grading, uploads weekly readings to the study platform and helps students who weren't able to catch up with the topics.”

As if she hadn’t read the information attached to the original mail she had replied to, he kept listing the things she’d need to do - hoping that it would be too much for her, too many things to do. But she was just as determined, determined to prove him wrong. 

“You will need to sacrifice a lot of your free time for this, I’ll give you a few days to think about the offer, to check if this works with your timetable. Just email me at the end of the week.” He closed the folder with a small smirk tugging on his lips, a smile of victory that fell as soon as he found her smiling features staring right back at him. A smile of victory that had turned into a frown of confusion and annoyance. 

Emotions everchanging like the tide. 

“Will do, thank you again, professor.” 

It hadn’t taken (y/n) long to get back at him, emailing the professor that she was ready to take on the position. And even though it had taken him a few days to reply, he had confirmed the offer and had emailed her the contract. The piece of paper she was now carrying in her bag, making her way to his office. 

It was late, close to 7 pm, but the lights in his office were still on, making her freeze in her step. Maybe she could give the contract to him in person? Wouldn’t have to leave it behind on the desk of his secretary. 

With a deep breath leaving her nostrils - as if she was about to fight a war she hadn’t been born to win - (y/n) knocked on his door. It took him a few moments to react, boots pounding against the ground - like a soldier preparing to strike - he walked to the door, slowly opening it for her, “(Y/n)? What can I do for you?”

He held the door open for her, allowing (y/n) to step into his office before the door fell shut with a loud thud, “I wanted to give you this.” She pulled the contract out of her bag, pushing it into his reached out hand. “I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“You’re not disturbing me, thank you for this. Are you sure about taking on this position?” She had to bite down her groan, eyes wanting to fall shut, of course, he was still trying to get rid of her. (Y/n) should have nodded her head, should have murmured a small “yes” and should have left the office behind.

But she didn’t. 

“Why are you trying to get rid of me?” Her voice dripped with anger, and something else he couldn’t pinpoint. Something dangerous. Something sweet. Something he’d dream about this very night. 

“Excuse me?” Tom’s voice matched her tone, arms crossed in front of his chest as he leaned back against his table. His espresso coloured eyes were growing darker, something she would pay more attention to if she wouldn’t run on high levels of adrenaline, body buzzing in annoyance. 

He was playing with her, dangling a bait in front of her, waiting for her to give in and leave this argument behind. Falling right into his trap. But she wouldn’t, at least not yet. 

“You’ve always treated me like this, with barely any respect. And now you are trying to stop me from taking on the position as your TA. What have I ever done to you?” As if she was presenting facts of her research, (y/n) kept her eyes set on him, tone of her voice mundane, not backing down from the fight she had challenged him to. It was foolish of her, perhaps even immature, but she no longer could stop herself from asking the questions keeping her awake at night, following her around like a nightmare haunting her. 

“Don’t talk to me about respect when you’re talking to me like this. Please, leave my office, miss (y/n). I will see you tomorrow morning.” The professor brushed past her, hiding his red cheeks from her curious eyes as he held open the door. With a sigh spilling from her lips, (y/n) started moving, not sparing the embarrassed professor another glance as she left his office behind. 

“Here, please hand them out.” Professor Holland barely looked at (y/n) as he talked to her, mind still focused on yesterday evening. She should feel embarrassed, confused or even annoyed, but all she felt was victory. Her words had clearly done something to him, pushing him into clouds of confusion, left to battle the thoughts following him around. 

His booming voice reverberated through the classroom, enjoying the silence that engulfed him, a silence he needed to concentrate on the topic he was talking about. But whenever his eyes found her frame, drawn back to (y/n), he started stumbling over his words. She was his own, personal Medusa, could freeze him to stone with one single gaze, and yet he found himself studying her like an obsessed man. 

(Y/n)’s eyes followed him around, not daring to let go of the pride simmering inside of her. He was struggling, because of her. He was mixing up theories and tendencies, because of her. He was fuming, body consumed by anger and hatred, because of her. 

The smile she wore on her lips forced waves of disgust and biting, red anger through his system, concentrating his body and mind on one task - hating her.

A task he miserably failed at. 

Professor Holland had hated her since the moment she had shown up to class on their first day together, a young student with a mind as bright as the professors he’d share his lunch break with. She was smarter than the other students, fuck, perhaps even smarter than him - a thought the professor struggled to accept. (Y/n) had challenged him at any and every given chance, proving her worth to the professor that didn’t want to share another word with her. Fuck, and the way she carried herself, forcing his eyes to wander up and down her frame, pushing him into the darkest corner of his mind, tangled in lust and confusion, in anger and passion. A lethal mixture. 

The hour kept passing by, and somehow the professor couldn’t remember speaking one single vowel, still caught up in his thoughts about (y/n), “That’s all for today, if you have any questions, don’t hesitate and reach out to my TA (y/n). She’ll gladly help you with your questions about today’s lesson.” 

(Y/n) found her place next to him, sorting through the handouts and the homework the students had turned in, “Should we go through them today?” 

For the first time since the class had started, his eyes found hers, truly studying (y/n) without feeling the need to look away, “Yes, let’s do that. I have another class at two, we can start around four, if that works for you?” 

Before she could reply another student had called his name, forcing his attention away from (y/n).

“Wait, what?” Mike’s laugh rumbled through him, momentarily drowning out the loud sounds of the bar they’ve found their way to. 

“Yeah, he offered me to use his office if I want to work on the tasks. He’s so bipolar, it’s confusing.” (Y/n) took a sip of her drink, eyes wandering through the bar. It seemed as if something had switched inside the professor this afternoon, no longer was he staring at her with hatred swimming in his pupils - perhaps her words have left the impression she had hoped for after all. 

“See, I told you it would work out.” She wanted to reply with a snarky comeback, but her eyes got stuck on an all too familiar frame, and before (y/n) could turn away with wide eyes, his gaze found hers. He was standing close to a group of men his age, holding onto a bottle of beer in his right hand. A small smile tugged on the professor’s lips, there was no time to warn Mike as he had already started walking towards her.

The professor wasn’t dressed in a suit, but in a pair of dark jeans and a tight turtleneck sweater, making him appear younger than he was. There was no denying that he was handsome, a man she could easily crush on, if he wasn’t such an asshole to her - or had been till yesterday evening. 

She felt his eyes on her, studying her for a tad bit too long, “(Y/n), what a surprise to meet you here.” (Y/n) didn’t get any time to respond, eyes finding Mike's, who was introducing himself to the smirking professor. “I don’t want to disturb you two, just wanted to say hello. Have a good evening, (y/n).” 

The professor couldn’t stop himself from squeezing her forearm, pressed against her side as he left the two standing. And for a moment, (y/n) found herself praying that time would slow down, relishing in the memory of his warm touch.  

“You so want to fuck him.” Mike’s laugh ripped her out of her trace, annoyed eyes finding his twinkling ones.

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“(Y/n)?” Professor Holland’s voice wrapped itself around her like a tight embrace, body turned towards him as he approached her. The night was cold, forcing the trembling woman to rub her hands up and down her arms. “Are you alright?” 

“I am, don’t worry. But thank you.” She turned away from him once again, checking her phone as she was waiting for Mike to text her back. He had disappeared with another man, leaving her behind with no ride back home and her bag still in his car. 

“You’re shaking, come, I’ll drive you home.” He reached for her hand, pressed against his warm one as he guided her to his expensive car. “Where to?” Professor Holland started the car, eyes finding (y/n)’s as her gaze flickered back down to her phone. Still no reply.

“I,” she stumbled over her words, not knowing where she should stay without the keys to her apartment. “My bag’s in Mike’s car, I don’t have my keys on me. I guess I’ll spend the night in a hotel, just drop me off somewhere close here.” 

He started driving without replying, hand reaching for the heat button, wanting to warm his trembling TA up. The professor didn’t stop somewhere close, kept driving with his eyes set on the road and his hand placed on his thigh. His knuckles grew white as he had to stop himself from reaching over for her thigh, wanting to feel her skin pressed against his once again. 

“Where are we going?” She felt unusually calm around him, protected even, with him close. Nevertheless, (y/n) couldn’t help but wonder where he was taking her, not understanding what he was planning on doing.

“I won’t let you stay in a hotel, (y/n). You can spend the night at my house, if you’re comfortable with that, of course.” He murmured the last few words, cursing himself for not asking the question any sooner. But judging from the grateful smile that tugged on her lips, he felt his heart calming down its beat, no longer worried about coming across as unprofessional.  

“Thank you, I’m sorry for,” he interrupted her, eyes flickering to hers as he murmured a small “don’t”. 

“See it as my apology for treating you like an asshole.” The car slowed down, coming to a halt in front of a modern house. The professor held open the door for her, hand finding the small of her back as he guided (y/n) inside. “The guest room is right here, the bathroom is down the hallway. I’ll bring you some water in a minute.” 

“Thank you again, professor.” 

By 3 am, (y/n) rose from the all too comfortable mattress, cursing her brain for not allowing her to rest. Her thoughts were all over the place, hung up on the way the professor had gently touched her, caring for her as if she was one of his closest friends. She couldn’t help but focus on the heat he had pushed through her system, making the spots he had touched tingle in delight, like stars burning out in the dark sky, he had awoken something inside of her.

Something that was now keeping her from falling asleep. 

Quietly (y/n) made her way to the kitchen, dressed in nothing but the shirt of his he had placed on her bed, not wanting her to sleep in her uncomfortable clothes. She refilled her glass, eyes focusing on the big window leading out to his garden, making her think about the summer evenings he was probably spending out there, relaxing on the big terrace. The picture her mind was painting kept growing more colourful and suddenly she pictured herself sitting next to him, wondering what they’d talk about, the words they’d share. 

“(Y/n)? You alright, love?” The pet name left him before he could stop himself, cheeks momentarily growing warmer. The professor was leaning against the doorframe, wearing only his sweatpants, showing off his carefully chiselled abs. With her teeth forced into her lower lip, (y/n) stopped herself from letting her eyes wander, instead opting to focus on his handsome features. 

“Did I wake you? I’m sorry, professor. I couldn’t sleep.” Her tired voice left him smiling, arms crossed in front of his chest as he pointed his head towards his living room, murmuring a small “follow me”. 

Slowly (y/n) followed him into the other room, sitting down next to him on the comfortable sofa he had guided her to. “You can call me Tom when it’s just us two, no need to use any formalities.” 

The situation had something awfully bizarre about it. Days ago he had stared at her with hatred burning through his system, and now he was sitting next to her, in his living room, with no shirt on. If she wouldn’t be this tired, (y/n) would probably have laughed about it, but now she couldn’t do much but enjoy his body heat, arm pressed against his. 

“Can I ask you something, Tom?” She whispered her words as if she was scared she could rip herself out of a dream, not wanting this moment to end just yet. “Why did you treat me like that?” A yawn followed her words, eyes struggling to stay open as her body pushed her into another wave of tiredness. The raft had sunken to the grounds of the ocean, engulfed by nothing but darkness. A comforting darkness. A darkness she found herself chasing, hoping to find protection in it. 

“I guess I felt intimidated by you, perhaps even a bit jealous.” A yawn of his followed hers, eyes falling shut as her head found its place on his shoulder.

A darkness that had wrapped its arms around the two, keeping them close like lovers chasing their still unfamiliar touch. 

The morning was still young as (y/n)’s eyes fluttered open, it took her a few moments to adjust to her surroundings. She was still in his living room, though was no longer sitting next to Tom, but lying on top of him. Somewhere in the past hours the two must have found new positions to sleep in, cuddled against one another as if they had never parted ways before. 

“Morning, love.” His raspy voice left her trembling, struggling to form her words, mind focusing on the movements of his hand, stroking up and down her spine. She repeated the first word he had spoken, slowly rising from her all too comfortable position. 

“Why don’t we both grab a shower and then eat some breakfast?” For the first time since this night, (y/n) allowed herself to properly take in his frame, his muscles, his naked abdomen, a man crafted like a god. Her fingers tingled, wanting to touch his skin, to run her hands along his upper body, but she had to force herself out of her thoughts, not wanting to embarrass herself any further. 

“I should probably head home, I’m sure I’ve exhausted your hospitality.” Tom didn’t let her get far, hand reaching for hers, pulling (y/n) straight back into his embrace. 

“You haven’t, you’re not getting rid of me just yet.” For a moment her eyes flickered down to his lips, closer than they’ve ever been before. Her breath hitched in her chest as if she was about to dive to the ground of the ocean, filling her lungs with air. “I’ll meet you back down here in a few.” 

“You slept with him?” Mike’s voice filled her apartment, eyes full of excitement as he wanted to high five (y/n).

“Not slept with him, more like on him. And all thanks to you.” Her frown soon turned into a smile as she thought of the past hours. She could still smell him, the expensive cologne he’d always wear, could still feel him pressed against her body.

“Well, I didn’t do it on purpose, but I think you owe me some coffee now.” With a smirk of victory pulling on his lips, Mike pressed a kiss to her forehead before he tugged her out of her apartment, finding their way to their favourite coffee shop. 

“Do you think something could happen between the two of you?” The sun was burning down on them, eyes hidden behind sunglasses as they walked through the streets leading up to the shop. It took her a moment to reply, hung up in the thoughts that were still new to her, not used to thinking about her professor in that way. 

“Maybe? I don’t know, I’m still his TA, don’t know if that would be legal.” The sound of her phone going off interrupted her, eyes finding the screen. “He’s calling me.” 

“Answer, what are you waiting for?” Mike smirked at her as she answered the call, murmuring a small “hello?” 

“(Y/n), hi, I was wondering if you could come to my office this afternoon? We still have some papers left to grade.” Tom’s voice dripped with excitement, struggling to stop himself from expressing the emotions he felt. 

(Y/n)’s heart skipped a few beats, pounding against her ribcage at the sound of his voice, “Of course, I’m free the whole day. I can be at your office whenever you want.” 

“Perfect, I’ll see you at 4 pm, love.” 

Professor Holland's office was all too familiar by now, the comforting silence that wrapped itself around her made her feel as if she was coming home after an exhausting day, finally able to lean back and relax. Both were sitting on the sofa he had placed next to the big window, sides pressed together. 

They’ve been grading in silence for the past hour, stealing longing glances whenever they could. The atmosphere was crackling, rising with every laboured breath leaving them.

“What do you think about this? I don’t know if I understand her sentence.” (Y/n) handed Tom the essay she was grading, studying the professor as he read through the passage, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She couldn’t stop her laugh from bubbling out of her, taking the paper from him before she marked the passage in red. 

“Should we take a small break?” Tom rose from his position, making his way to the coffee machine he had bought a couple of months ago. “Coffee?” 

“Please.” Her eyes wandered up and down his frame, the black trousers he was wearing, the vest that perfectly hugged his frame. (Y/n) struggled to rip her eyes off his frame, not wanting to keep on staring at him as he turned towards her with his lips pulled into a smirk. 

Both their bodies were longing for one another, the heat they’ve shared the night prior, the comfortable positions they’ve found themselves in. Something the two would dream about for nights on end. 

Tom placed their cups down on the small table, eyes finding hers as he sat down next to her again. Something snapped inside of him, making him feel as if this was his only chance of fighting for whatever was brewing between them. And before he could stop his body from moving, he pulled (y/n) into his chest, arms wrapped around her waist. A small gasp bled from her lips, legs placed on either side of his thighs. 

She didn’t dare speak, could barely breathe as he cupped her cheek, thumb stroking her lower lip, “Tell me to stop, I don’t think I have the strength to pull away from you again.” 

Their lips met before their brains could catch up with their bodies, a soft touch that made heat rise in her stomach. She pressed herself closer, lips chasing his like poison biting itself through her system. His tongue begged for entrance, wanting to keep her close, to explore every part of her body.

If she’d let him. 

Odin could shake the grounds apart, Hel could rise from Helheim, and Tom would still search (y/n)’s touch, addicted to her in every meaning of the word. 

His hands wandered down her sides, coming to rest on her thighs, toying with her shirt, “Can I?” All she could do was nod her head, allowing him to pull the fabric over her head. Neither Tom nor (y/n) seemed to care about their location, the office anybody could walk into at any given time. 

“You’re so beautiful, fuck, I’ll never be able to let you go.” It was a promise spoken from love drunken lips, more honest than any words he had ever spoken before. (Y/n) pressed her lips against his once again, wanting to shut the rambling man up as she unbuttoned his vest, shrugging it off his muscular shoulders.

Tom helped her with his dress shirt, the buttons she struggled to undo with her shaking hands. Even though she had seen him without a shirt on only a few hours ago, (y/n) found herself admiring him all over again, hands finally able to explore his body, the warm skin she had wanted to touch, the muscles she had wanted to trace. 

His hands found her waist, pulling her against his growing bulge. Both moaned at the friction his touch created, desperate to feel more of it, the sweetest feeling known to the two secret lovers. 

“Fuck, I want to taste you, been dreaming of doing it for months. Will you let me?” His voice grew raspier with every desperate word he spoke, rumbling through his body like the song of a siren. A call she answered with a “yes please”, wanting to offer her body to him - as if she was making a sacrifice to the gods above. 

Tom gave her a push backwards, pressed against the sofa. He kissed his way down from her chin, fingers toying with her bra, freeing her from the material with skilled movements. His mouth found her hardening nipples, sucking on the buds as his hands moved down to her trousers, undoing the button. 

Both were growing impatient, and even though they didn’t want to rush this moment, the first time they were exploring their bodies like hunters walking through a new territory, like Odysseus getting lost at sea, they couldn’t stop their bodies from speeding up their movements. Tom’s mouth kissed his way down to her stomach, pressing one last kiss to her skin before he helped her out of her trousers, panties finding their way to the floor.

“God, you’re perfect. Look at you, you’re dripping for me, aren’t you?” His smirk grew wider at the moan that rumbled through her.

“Only for you, touch me, please. Need to feel you.” (Y/n) pushed herself closer, core pressed against his warm hand. Tom’s fingers started moving, circling her clit for a few seconds before he pressed his warm mouth against her heat. Their moans blurred together, forming a choir of sinful sounds, pushing the two into soaring waves of pleasure. 

Tom’s tongue brushed against her clit as his fingers opened her up, disappearing inside her tightness. He fucked her without holding back, fingers curled against her swollen spot, set on making her see stars. 

Her hands found his brown curls, tugging on his roots to press him closer, hoping that he’d stay buried between her thighs till their time together would run out. Tom’s touch was rough, bruising even, though (y/n) couldn’t help but enjoy the way he gripped her, arms slung around her quivering thighs as if he was scared that she’d disappear right in front of his eyes. 

It was awfully wrong what the two were doing, breaking laws with every moan rumbling through them, but he’d always break the law for her, too in awe with the woman he was currently pushing closer to the edge. 

She whimpered, she moaned, she called his name. Not able to hold back from voicing out the pleasure he was pushing through her veins. Tom was burning his touch into her body and soul, forcing her to remember this till she’d inhale her last breath into her lungs. 

“Can feel you clenching around my fingers, let go for me, love.” With one last brush against her clit, (y/n) came on his tongue, head thrown back against the armrest of his sofa. Tom kept teasing her sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue, not wanting to stop tasting her, not wanting to let go of their closeness just yet. 

“Tom,” his name rolled off her tongue like the waves that had clashed against Odysseus' boat, luring the man closer into the darkness. He pushed himself away from her core, moving up her body to kiss her. She could taste herself on his tongue, making the moment even more intimate. 

(Y/n)’s hands undid his trousers, freeing his cock from his tight underwear. They didn’t break the kiss, not as she started pumping his length, not as he started moaning. Only as Tom gently pushed her hand off his cock did he move away, reaching for his wallet to pull out a condom. 

“Are you sure you want this?” (Y/n) struggled to put her emotions into words, the longing and pleasure she felt, wanting him as much as Orpheus had loved Eurydice, as much as Paris had wanted Helen. A love born beneath unlucky stars, though a love both would fight for.

“More than anything.” It was all Tom needed to hear, forehead pressed against hers as he pushed into her tightness. They moaned in unison, halting for a few moments to adjust to the new sensation. “Move, please.” 

Tom followed her every command, building a comfortable rhythm that left (y/n) whimpering for him. Her walls pulsed around his cock, forcing him deeper into her with every thrust that met her core. He fucked her hard, though with enough care not to hurt her, wanting to please the moaning woman. 

His groans left her clit pulsing in need, desperate to feel another orgasm rushing through her system, aching for yet another relief. She had to gasp for air, struggling to keep on breathing as the tip of his cock nudged her sweet spot, making her feel as if she was burning alive. 

“Been dreaming of this, fuck, feels so much better now that I’m buried inside of you.” He was rambling, speaking out loud every thought that crossed his mind like a shooting star scurrying across the dark sky - sticking around for just a second before it bled from his lips. “Look at you, what a beautiful sight to see.”

Heat rushed through her veins like a volcano erupting, spurring her on, forcing her to pull him even closer. With her legs wrapped around his waist and her nails digging into his flesh, (y/n) moaned his name. 

“Who do you belong to?” Tom murmured against her lips, wanting to hear her voice, the way she’d pronounce his name. 

“You, only you, professor.” The vibration of his groans buzzed through her, shudders ran down her spine, making goosebumps appear on her body. Both were oh so close to letting go, ready to give into the sensation that thumped through their systems like shots being fired, set on leaving their marks. 

“I got you, won’t let you go, love.” She came with a gasp bleeding from her lips, walls clamped down on his cock to keep him close. Her orgasm left her moaning, eyes rolling back into her head, surrounded by nothing but darkness. Tom kept his eyes focused on her as he came, heat spilling into the condom with his moans clawing through him.

Both were heavily panting, bodies pressed together till he rose from his position. Silently he cleaned them both with a few tissues, helping her back up from the sofa, only to pull her into his chest. Tom kissed her, again and again, hoping to communicate the emotions that held his heart hostage.

“How about some late lunch and a movie? I don’t think I can focus on grading tonight.” 

And just like Orpheus had turned around to look at his love Eurydice, Tom wrapped his arms around (y/n), letting go of his responsibilities to fall in love with her some more. Darkness would swallow them whole, her ship had sunken to the dark ground, but the heat of his touch would always save her - the dreadful need to love her.

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Ever the stickler for rules (rules that could land either of them in hot waters if disregarded that is to say) the prospect of up and abandoning their post to go galivanting through a realm that is very much off limits to her is...just a touch nerve-racking. Under different circumstances she likely would've given him a thorough finger-waggling for even entertaining the thought, but earth just so happens to be of particular interest to her. Yearning for things that are so far outside the realm of the reachable seems to be a constant across all manner of cognizant creatures, celestial, infernal and earthen alike. She has never needed for much—wanted for even less. Desire is the killer of virtue, she'd been told, the seed of sin, the more you give in, the deeper it's wicked roots worm their way inside your soul. A slippery slope. So, she treaded through life carefully. Always carefully. Until the narrow, tightrope of a path which had been meticulously laid out before her converged with the comparatively vast, uncharted wilderness of his. And there was no going back to carefully after that. Every step feels like a gamble these days, but you could say she has developed a taste for games of chance over the years. And that smile—it makes it pretty easy to toss the dice most days. "You're insane."

She can't help how his laughter stirs loose a blithesome series of chirps from her lungs. "Actually insane—alright, alright, quickly then, before anybody sees!" The forms can wait until later tonight, she decides, right there on the spot, pallid hands shooting forth to grasp Adam by the lower arm and she proceeds to tow him toward the bleary, verdant space-time rift, wings beating to aid in propelling them out of the office space as swiftly as possible. "Ah! But what if we run into other humans? I'm going to stand out like a sore thumb, aren't I? Do humans come in these colors? And wings? They don't have wings, do they? If I get captured by human scientists and experimented on you're going to have to file my MIA report. I've got copies in my locker."

It wasn't exactly a secret that she (like so many others in the golden realm) found topics of the Earthen variety about as titillating as some seedy novel tucked into a choir book. But in their defense, he was the standard of what came from that particular creation, and he hadn't exactly made an impression to convince anyone above the clouds otherwise. Made her genuine intrigue in the matter all the more endearing in a way despite him assuring her in past conversations that she really wasn't missing much to be bummed out whenever he had to cut her loose and tag along with an archangel for whatever reason they needed the best conduit in heaven to portal down- which just so happened to be him, the first sentient (though not necessarily intelligent) being on Earth. Yeah, those lofty sluts would flip their shit if they heard he'd smuggled her down there considering her lower tiered position in service and all...and they would hear about it, but unfortunately for them, they were going to have to eat his whole ass later since after he was done with what he had planned, there would be no argument to be had. Maybe heavy side eyes from Sera, but hey- those were a dime a dozen these days.

"Nah, babe, I'm Adam ~ "

He fully expected her to sock him in the arm for that one, but he couldn't just not walk into an opportunity like that. "Y'know, like the 'A is for-' kind." Another snort followed shortly before there were talons in his sleeve tugging them around his desk which he made a blatantly slow attempt at maneuvering around as if he wasn't in as much of a hurry as she was- likely spurred on by the idea that work breaks should be short and so she had as little time as possible to see whatever it was he wanted to show her. "Oh, 'actually'. Another 'A as in-' stan. We love to see it-" Ok he lost a squawk mid snicker when she gave a hearty yank to get his slow ass up and going. "All right, all right- try to chillax, babe."

The shift through the portal was a seamless affair given it came of him and a soul irreparably bound in its own way to Earth, though the gravity shift could be a bit jarring...not quite as light as in heaven and not quite as heavy as in hell. Goldilocks zone. He gave his neck a little crack as he adjusted himself with a slight unfurling of wings and a shifting of robes. The wind was rustling the trees overhead just as restless in their shifting, and there were a lot of them. It was dark. Even if there were humans around, they wouldn't see shit. "Well, hopefully it's not a disappointment, but we won't see any of those slutties in here." An idle flick and twist of the wrist aimed to catch her catch her attention when he was sure it was already bouncing around to indicate the 'here' he mentioned as if presenting a tourist spot. Not that it had much of that going for it.

"Welcome to Eden, biiiiitch ~ eh...?" He paused, as if noticing the details around him and how they seemed familiar, yet new. The janitorial staff they replaced him with all that time ago didn't seem to be enjoying their gardening gig. "Bit dustier than I remember. Dirt's weird." He was already starting to make some adjustments though, divine ordainment allowing him to scoot some flower patches over the balder areas and shuffle their colors around for a more pleasant stage back drop while chirping distractedly over at her.

"Sooo...whatcha think?"

She was...halfway up a tree already, wasn't she?

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Hiii I'm the anon last week who said that JiWoo left SeoJoon to 'protect' him. Lmao I just want to tell you that I absolutely fkn hate this trope too haha 😂 It just didn't occur to me to say that in the ask lol sorry it was so confusing. But yeah I didn't want TMS2 to turn into WBL2 (that first had the misconception trope and then the “I’m doing this to protect you” trope, with never explaining anything and hurting both of them 🙄). 

The misunderstanding thing I think I had a harder time with, bc I thought JW and SJ established a solid ground after what already happened in s1. Like even if it's hard for JW, eventually it works between them, “If it’s hard for you I’ll come to you” from S1 and then the flashback with the hangers from s2 showed that they worked together. JW tells what’s up and SJ gives him help and patience with that. Or I thought so lol…😞

But yeah at the time I was just speculating with what we had which wasn’t much, and now we still don’t have much either 😅 but I think it just comes to JW and the fears he has. Such as the fact they don’t have the same style of life, SJ spends his money on big things; and he’s an actor and already had troubles in the past with bad press, so JW doesn’t want to hurt his career. And that falls under the ‘protect’ thing. That I don’t agree with bc a couple should make decisions TOGETHER and not break the other person’s heart to fkn pieces and at the end hurting him even more!!! 

So anyways I hope they resolve that quickly lol. For maybe SJ telling him he'd chosen to still be with him. And to give him hell before going back together of course 😌

hii there anon!!! 💜 

I’m so sorry that I’m taking forever to answer but I’ve been so busy lately 😔 

but anyway I know right??? that trope is just so dumb 🙄 

I also agree about the misunderstanding thing. The miscommunication card is so cliché and I wish there was less of that in bls nowadays lol. Although I don’t think that’s gonna be an issue for SJ & JW because can’t have miscommunication issues if you don’t communicate to begin with amirite djkhgkd oh god. But also yes, they have proven to make it work, we know from season 1 that there is definitely enough love on both sides and also enough devotion on SJ’s side to make it work but maybe that’s also part of the issue. Maybe JW ended up relying too much on that and thought SJ would eventually come find him and fix everything without JW having to lift a finger. like it’s always been. but oops that’s not the case this time. go figure. 

JW not wanting to hurt SJ’s career is not an invalid argument obviously but just,,,,, no. I can’t accept that lmao. Not good enough. Do better lol. 

I’m repeating myself but I just hope we will get that explanation and it better be something more sensible than whatever JW was babbling back then.....

xxx

#to my star #to my star 2 #tms 2 #jiwoo x seojoon #seojoon x jiwoo #korean bl #bl drama

[valdrinors]

❛ okay stop asking me if i’m straight, gay, bi, whatever. i identify as a fucking threat. ❜ + amber?

tw: minor aphobia mention

In hindsight, maybe joining the GSA at London Central was not Amber's brightest decision. Hey, it wasn't her fault that asexuality wasn't particularly recognised in most circles, and maybe she shouldn't have said what she said so loudly. She kind of forgot that she said things out loud.

Of course, she was being bugged by some jackass -- John or something -- who was asking her what felt like 50 million questions in the most obnoxious, Harry Potter, 'Mr Darcy but without the charm' accent he could muster. It sounded like he was some sort of arrogant jerk who wanted to know everything about everyone.

Nosy bastard. She hadn't known Steven Grant for very long at this point, but she was pretty sure that - in spite of his supposed timidity - he would sock him one.

"So?" He asked, and dear god that voice was grating as hell. Amber was massaging her temples and trying to stand 6 feet away from this kid - he probably was the same age as her, maybe older, but shut up, she wasn't thinking straight at this point. Made sense were she was. "What the 'ell are you, then? I was just askin' a simple question?"

Amber pinched the bridge of her nose. "Okay, stop asking me if I'm straight, gay, bi, whatever. I identify as a freaking threat, right?"

And all hell broke loose.

xxx

"Christ, Amber, how'd you get that black eye?"

Steven's accent sounded slightly more off than usual today, like a bad actor in a US show pretending to be British. Amber frowned, placing the bag of peas as she winced.

"Got in a fight," She groaned, "Had a bit of an argument with some guy. Said I didn't belong or whatever because I wasn't... Gay or Bi or whatever." She shrugged. "And that's how I got kicked out of the GSA?"

Steven frowned, making his face look completely different, brows furrowed and wrinkles appearing more prominent. Amber sighed, looking away from him.

"You're mad at me, aren't you?"

Steven smiled, his mouth curling up at the edges in a way that felt strange. "Nah. You're standin' up for yourself. That's admirable, I think." He chuckled, "Just maybe with... Less 'getting into a fight' next time, right?"

Amber nodded. "Right."

#OC: Amber #story: emissary verse #also yes thats not steven at the end #not sure if its marc or jake yet lmao

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Repost: Ask on BTS Paving the Way

Anonymous: Hey bpp. You talked a little bit about the 'BTS paved the way' discourse on your pinned post but I'm curious to see - read? lol - more on your thoughts about it. If youve talked about it before, can you pls link? Since you might not want to discuss/rehash this at all lol. I got curious because this discourse seems neverending and i just watched a yt video essay abt it. Imo, both sides of the spectrum - army and kpop stans -seems to be missing each other's points. Like, i think a lot of kpop stans havent paid attention to what bts have contributed to kpop and theyve dismissed armys arguments entirely and i think a lot of armys havent been into kpop and kpop history to definitively say the stuff I've seen them saying. A lot of the arguments and statements are very inflammatory too and while I agree with what armys are saying, the language they use isnt going to make kpop stans listen - i mean, the ones who arent blinded by their hate for bts/army anyway lol like a lot of kpop stans think when army say bts paved the way/bts popularized kpop, they always think army mean popularized it in the west. When we have receipts of them doing spectacularly globally, especially in places like india where they seem to have exploded since dynamite. Theyve also broken a lot of records in japan, where kpop is already popular but still seem to have a lot of trouble penetrating mainstream bec theyre very insular. They also think that we mean 'first to xxx', which isnt really what we mean at all. And a lot of army seem to dismiss what older kpop groups have achieved too and just like to prop up bts while putting down other groups and dismissing what theyve achieved for the genre. I just think since a lot of armys are in kpop only for bts -same tbh - we tend to be ignorant of the genre as a whole, which isnt good bec we're always arguing x member is the best in the industry or even bts is carrying the industry on their backs, which dismisses a lot of great artists that are doing great work like solo artists like taemin. Like, I'm an army and I'm not a "stan" of any other kpop artists but the whole argument just makes me v v uncomfortable. I guess i still haven't adjusted to stan culture since i've never been a fan of any artists like i am of bts - to the point of joining the fandom and really immersing myself in it - so the intensity of it is still jarring to me. I know it happens with big western fandoms like taylor swifts too but i think i'm still old school when it comes to being a fan of a musician, you listen to the music, rave about it to friends and buy/stream the music and go about your day.

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Hi Anon,

Anon, I sympathize completely and not to harp on you here, but my first instinct reading this was “who cares?” - this is generally how I feel about this topic whenever I see it, so not knocking you specifically here. And I’d just like to remind everyone there’s an active, senseless, and deadly war raging right now in Ukraine. Please donate and/or pray for Ukraine if you’re able to.

(And then there’s the leader of Stray Kids who is probably a bigger ARMY than me at this point)

This is not me dismissing the gripes of stans of 1st and 2nd generation groups (the usual suspects), this is me saying that what I’ve seen of this discourse is huge swarths of people engaging in an elaborate exercise in collectively missing the point. And yes I’m also referring to those splitting hairs over the semantics of what it means to pave a road. (Heaven help us). And you already allude to this in your ask, anon.

The phrase: 방법을 만들다 which is what a lot of Koreans have used to describe 'paving the way’, is colloquially used to mean 'chart a course’ or someone showing how something can be done.

If this were a normal conversation with normal people and not k-pop stans, it would be enough to point out that yes, BTS was not the first k-pop group to step foot outside Korea or in the US, but BTS is the one group that has gone farther than any k-pop group has before i.e. created the new path. It’s really that simple. BTS has become a household name globally without doing a single show at Coachella nor having any of the mediaplay seen for other groups that attempted to fully break into the US market. The fact that Korea’s military enlistment laws (which before BTS were enshrined as basically unchangeable) have been modified at least partly on their behalf (and for the benefit of any idol who meets the criteria) and that BTS is the first k-pop group to receive a Grammy nomination, has created a new tier, the highest one yet, of what is possible for k-pop artists.

BTS is the biggest group in the world. They rival Coldplay according to Coldplay. Before BTS, the reality is that this ambition was not even within the realm of possibility for much of k-pop. Even with BTS breaking the records and gaining the influence they have, k-pop is still considered to be niche in some circles, though there is undeniably more visibility and investment brought to the genre since BTS started snagging headlines. Some people still hope BTS will go the way of Psy and BoA who were a fad on the Western landscape for a minute then essentially faded into obscurity. But so far, that’s not what has happened, and everyone is paying attention to see what BTS is doing right, that perhaps other groups can emulate.

BTS won’t be the biggest group in the world forever, but the chances that the next biggest group is a k-pop group, is significantly higher now because of BTS.

La fin.

It’s true some ARMYs can be downright disgusting with how they throw around BTS’s accomplishments and sometimes ignore, dismiss, downplay, or just straight up shit on older groups who made the first moves into Western spheres, whenever this topic comes up.

But a part of me understands them. When BTS won the TSA award in 2017, it felt like hell to be on Twitter and I wasn’t even an ARMY at that point. I did a search through my old screenshots and found more than 15 k-pop fandoms spent weeks shitting non-stop on BTS and ARMYs about how useless it was to win at the BBMAs. It was a non-stop barrage of racism, xenophobia, misogyny, all the -isms you can think of related to POC musicians. Though of course BTS was not the first group to go to the US, all of a sudden, k-pop stans were convinced BTS had 'sold out’, abandoned their heritage and were pandering to 'white colonizers’ (sound familiar?). I started calling myself an ARMY the next year (2018) and as I’ve said already, I was reporting things almost constantly. It was hell.

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You’re right this discourse seems never-ending because it is never-ending. Remember you’re dealing with k-pop stans who will argue with you that water isn’t wet if it means something positive for their group and some ARMYs are just as bad. Whenever I see people arguing about what paved the way I just mute that whole conversation. I sympathize with you feeling uncomfortable about this topic. I’d like to suggest doing what I currently do which is to not waste a single moment of a single day worrying about something that’s already obvious and settled. This particular discourse is the perfect example of a time sink imo, because really, who cares?

Originally posted: March 18th, 2022 1:35pm

#bts army #fandom #paving the way #bts paved the way #repost #kpop #kpop fandom

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1, 19, 24

1: What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?

Thrawn/Arihnda Pryce. I'm pretty flexible in my Thrawn ships (he's my little black dress with SW these days) but I just don't see that pairing. I could buy them as a sexless power couple in some kind of Palpatine-arranged marriage of convenience but not of their own accord.

19: What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

The serious answer is usually "the racism and sexism" but the frivolous answer is that too few people are writing villainfucking in exactly the precise way that I want it without me having to write it myself. Also people on the internet are wrong about the interfamilial dynamics in The Power Of The Dog and I'm going to fight them on top of The Mountain That Tells You If You're Gay. A bunch of criticisms of Rose or "well what if Phil's right and she is just a money-grubbing skank"-type faux ambiguity arguments are just straight-up misogyny. Let her fucking live!

24: Would you recommend XXX to a friend? Why or why not?

Oh god lmao well right now I'm rewatching True Detective s1 with a buddy and it's the kind of thing where I'm always dying to share it with friends but it has a shitload of caveats associated with it. I really really enjoy it and Rust is my dream boy but there's some frustrating authorial decisions (on top of just genre stuff that generally people either like or don't -- shady cops, naked murdered women, cults) that I feel like I should clear with people up top before they pick the series up.

#ask memes for ts

[chabby4memes]

So, its like, nearly twelve here, and I've been stuck In a room with my cousin, right? So like, he's been listening to an Andrew Tate thing, and I don't normally take time to debunk arguments, but he says the dumbest shit with the most jackass type of 'intellectual wrapping' I've ever heard in my short ass life.

The way he talks about, well everything, it's disgusting, he tries to say that he thinks women are powerful but then only values their fertility, and the fact that they pick men as sexual partners, he says that it's not their job to be 'emotionally stable' which is actually fuckery.

Any part of the gender spectrum is fucking impulsive, like my dad is a good man, but he's a little impulsive, he makes mistakes. But he's the better parent. My mother is calculated, not particularly impulsive, she makes mistakes, very stable, but she is a shit parent, and awful fucking parent.

Stability, and impulsivity are very different.

He's the loudest shit talker I've ever heard, he uses the loud negative minority of the LGBTQ community, some that are bad, some misguided, and uses their words to articulate an argument based solely in believing in gender roles, he wants a role, he wants everyone do to xxx and xxx so on so forth.

Using an argument like "some gay people are inappropriate to children" when uh yeah also some straight people are inappropriate to kids too- it's like the gender double standard, women get away with sexual assault, but so do men. And I'm putting the rest of this below the cut because it involves my personality experiences.

When I was younger, I was sexually abused for years, by several men, all of which got away with it but one. It's not that there wasn't any evidence against them, but they pleaded towards their luck and position.

So out of what four men, one was put away, for five years, he got put away for the time it took me to graduate secondary school, that's how fucking bankrupt the system is.

So. What that means is, yes while some people do get away with crimes more than others, be it due to sexuality, gender or even their fucking class, those people tend to get away with more, they do, but still- to villanise a large group of people based on a small group of people who they actually decry and exclude for being immoral too, but not do that to other groups is intellectually dishonest.

And yeah, sometimes certain people get excused of things due to the media and court not wanting to be portrayed a certain sort of way, bit as someone who is black and not straight, I don't condone that shit, and someone needs to say it, everyone who has committed a certain crime, (negating like, self-defence, or actual insanity/crimes of passion, young age in some cases) should get equal sentence, sometimes it does tip towards white men, bit sometimes it tips towards minorities, or women or whatever.

And in both cases it's fucked. The scales of justice shouldn't be tipped for one side, someone's identity shouldn't stop them or condemn them. Using someone's sexuality to say it's sexual deviance is messed up, but so is condemning them on their skin colour, and I'm going to say it, regardless of white or black, and no, you cannot ostracise others for being white because 'their ancestors' That's unfair, racism is simply based on prejudice of others race or ethnicity, by putting into a class system you make it sound as if some people don't get mistreated for their race, and that's wrong.

I have alot of white friends, whatever right? To my family, especially my paternal grandmother, that's wrong, and I should have more black friends. It's to the point where she won't acknowledge my dad's partners properly for having relationships with too many white people which is fucking awful. My dad's current partner is the sweetest woman I've ever met, but she's treated like a ghost for no crime of her own. Even I get treated oddly for not being "black enough".

I know this has spiralled, but to say what it is, all forms of justice and evaluation should be equal, equality comes though a diminshment of focus on the unchanging factors of humans, like race, gender, sexuality, so on so forth, it creates unfair bias.

#vent #rant #tw sex assault #tw rasicm

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Chapter 4 of "bloody chaos"

Title- long time no see

Words- 855

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The rest of the day, Ophelia and Sebastian decided to hang out for the rest of the day. "Do you want to go on a walk?" Sebastian asked, sounding sweet and caring.

    "Sure!" She answered. They got their shoes on then went outside and started their walk together. Little did they know, rozalyn what right behind him. After a few minutes she caught up to the couple, acting like she didn't see them while walking past them.

    But then, Lia recognized the hair, the clothes, shoes, etc. "Babe we have to go back like right now." Sebastian said seriously, not wanting rozalyn to see her. "Is that rozalyn?" She muttered quietly as they quickly headed back to their cabin.

    A little while later, there was a knock on the door, and Lia opened it with shaky hands. When the door was wide opened, she was pushed to the ground as rozalyn turned to Sebastian, straddling his lap trying to kiss him to make Lia mad.

    "Long time no see, baby," rozalyn said to Sebastian, but he wasn't having it. "What the fuck are you doing?!" He shouted, now pushing her to the ground and getting Lia off the floor.

    "Rozalyn get away from me!" The girl said to the bitch across from her. She ignored her, leaning towards her and slamming her against the wall, making the cabin shake. Ophelia was wailing at this point, but of course Sebastian was on the rescue. "Listen here you fucking bitch-you really thought you'd be safe with your little boyfriend thinking nobody saw you two earlier? You fucking whore, he's supposed to be MY boyfriend, not yours with your hideous self." Rozalyn had yelled at her before Sebastian grabbed her off of Ophelia and leading her out the door. "Holy shit, Are you okay baby?" He asked, making sure she was okay. "Y-yeah..I'm fine."

                                          xxx

•skip forward two days•

Ever since the mishap, rozalyn still hasn't given up on trying to get Sebastian back, knowing that it'll never happen.

     First she started threatening Ophelia, then barging in the cabin, knowing she wasn't welcome in that cabin, as she broke in, she kept flirting with Sebastian and being a bitch to Lia. She didn't deserve that, she wasn't the evil one.

    Since this kept happening, Lia was getting upset think Sebastian was falling for her again even after what rozalyn did to him. Danny and rose got their own cabin since Lia and Sebastian has told them about them two dating, they were okay with it. They thought that since they were both old enough to make their decisions, they gave the cabin to them.

    Back to the point. One night, Lia was really upset thinking Sebastian liked when rozalyn flirted with him. It might've seemed that way but he was full of rage that he felt if he moved, he'd straight up beat the shit out of her. That night, they got into a heated argument. "It's so obvious you're fucking falling for her Sebastian!" Lia shouted, voice breaking cause she was on the verge of tears, "I'm not falling for her! If you would stop yelling at me and hear me out, then this problem would be solved!" He yelled back wanting her to listen to him. Deep down, he hated arguing with her and crying. It broke his heart. "I might as well just leave so you can have her again! Obviously you don't want me anymore because this is an everyday thing! I should just get lost in the woods cause I bet you'd be way happier with that blonde bitch!" She screamed loudly with never ending tears falling down her face. As she was about to say something else, Sebastian just hugged her tightly, both of them crying in each others shoulders.

    "Hey listen Lia. I dont want anyone but you. I haven't been this happy around anyone until I met you. I dont want rozalyn back. I had to let it happen because I was full of rage and I thought if I moved, I'd do something really bad and I don't want you to see that and think I hurt people." He said, crying while still hugging her. She didn't say anything for a moment until she did. "I just don't want to lose you at all. Danny and rose are like my parents, yeah that may sound weird cause you're their child, but you are like my best friend too. I cant lose anyone else." She whispered, still full of tears, never wanting this hug to end.

    After a few minutes, they were asleep in their bed, cuddling. Little did they both know, rozalyn saw the whole argument. She found it the most amusing thing and it made her day. But after the argument, she was pissed off, she was just flirting with Sebastian to get them to break up, but her plan didn't work.

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Sorry this is short!

#enemies to enemies #vampire #series #angst #anger issues