(you thought i was never going to post a fic again? well, you’re wrong. NEVER judge a book by its cover!!!!)
You sit at your kitchen table, the spoonful of cereal only making it halfway to your mouth before your phone buzzes from beside you. The utensil clatters as you hastily drop it back into the glass bowl, causing milk to splash up around you. Grimacing, you press the home button, and the screen lights up. Peter’s contact picture displays on the screen, a stupid selfie he’d taken (one of the many) when you’d left your phone with him one night. It’s a facetime call, and you chuckle briefly at the fact that he took the time to call you like this instead of just texting, but you answer it anyway.
Peter’s face appears on your screen, grainy and pixelated but still clearly giddy with excitement. His cheeks are rosy, the light red hue making his faint freckles pop, and he’s sporting a wide grin. You raise one eyebrow at the camera, moving it so your bowl of cereal is now in view, and open your mouth to speak, but are cut off. “Come down, (Nickname), we’re here!” He pans the camera over to May in the driver’s seat, her waving at the camera, before turning it back to him. “Let’s go, we have no time to waste.” Peter’s voice is higher in pitch than normal, probably from how obviously excited he is, and you don’t even get the chance to respond before he hangs up on you. The phone beeps three times, his picture disappearing from the screen, and you roll your eyes before moving to put your breakfast in the sink. Your parental figure(s) have already left for work for the day, leaving you to lock up after leaving the apartment.
do you ever see people who are so breathtakingly beautiful it makes your heart ache? like girls with milk white skin and silver blonde hair. or boys with soft caramel features and ebony curls. faces made for fairytale princes and greek goddesses.
@kevin-tran-advanced-placement-me requested two prompts, but I couldn’t figure out a way to make them fit together in one fic. I split them into two separate ones, and this is the first, based on prompt 7, “Don’t panic, but I think we might have accidentally gotten married” with Spencer Reid.
I stirred as sunlight filtered through the blinds and landed on my face. My head was pounding, and I felt strange, as if something big had happened.
I rolled over to my left, and smiled slightly to myself.
Spencer Reid was lying next to me, his caramel curls tousled and spread out against the white hotel pillowcase. His eyes were closed and his breathing was even; in sleep, he somehow looked even more adorable than usual.
I settled my head against the pillow and watched him for a moment, marveling at how much I loved him.
Then, I was pulled out of my reverie by something sparkly in my peripheral vision. I glanced down at where Spencer’s hand was lying casually on the blankets that barely covered his hip. I froze as my eyes landed on the object that had caught my attention.
It was a gold band wrapped around his left ring finger; unmistakably, a wedding band.
I looked down at my own hand and found two rings; a stunning, sparkling engagement ring and a wedding band that matched Spencer’s.
I struggled, racking my brains for memories from the night before, but I came up empty.
“Spencer,” I hissed, reaching out to shake him awake. He turned his head into the pillow with a sleepy mumble, and I pushed aside the affection that rose up within me at the sight.
“Spencer,” I repeated. “Honey, you have to wake up.” Something in my tone must have alerted him, because he pushed himself up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, looking at me in adorable sleepy confusion.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Okay,” I began, “Don’t panic, but I think we may have accidentally gotten married.”
Spencer stared at me, suddenly looking much more awake. I watched as his eyes darted to his hand and then to mine, widening as he realized what had happened.
“Oh my god,” he breathed. “Oh my god, I can’t believe this. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.”
“What?” I asked, confused. Spencer swung his legs over the side of the bed and rested his head in his hands, threading his fingers through his hair in distress. I moved so that I was sitting next to him, and rested a hand on his back.
“Spence, calm down,” I murmured. “It’s going to be okay.” He looked up at me, and I was surprised to see tears in his eyes.
“This is why I don’t drink, because obviously I ruined everything and I had it all planned out, and now it’s all ruined.”
“Spencer, you’re not making a whole lot of sense,” I said slowly. “You had what planned out?”
He shook his head.
“We got married, and neither of us remember it,” he sighed. “Plus, I finally gave you the ring my mom gave me to give to you, and I don’t remember that either!”
Despite his obvious distress, I couldn’t help but be touched by his words. I glanced down at the ring on my hand, and saw it in a whole new light. It was no longer a spur of the moment mistake, but instead a beautiful gesture that had come from the most important man in my life, and the woman who had raised him so that he could be the man he is now.
“Spencer,” I breathed. He looked at me and I smiled slightly. “Were you planning on proposing to me this weekend?”
He nodded his head.
“Yes, I had it all planned out,” he said, and I could sense he was about to launch into another rant. I reached out and cradled his cheek in my palm. He looked at me inquisitively.
“This was your mom’s ring?” I asked. He nodded his head silently, and I smiled tenderly at him.
“Spencer, it doesn’t matter that we got married last night. It doesn’t matter how we did it. We’ll go home, and we’ll tell everyone we got married, and they’re going to be so happy for us. And soon, we’ll have a wedding celebration with everyone that’s important to us. It’ll be great.”
“It really doesn’t bother you that it happened this way?” he asked. I shook my head.
“No,” I said honestly. “You know why?”
“Because,” I began, “I have you. You’re everything that I ever needed or wanted, Spence. You gave me this ring, your mom’s ring, and that means the world to me. It doesn’t matter how we got here. It matters that we did, and where we go from here. It matters that we’re together. I love you, and I don’t care where or when or how we got married.”
For the first time, Spencer smiled at me.
“We got married,” he marveled. I laughed and leaned in to kiss him.
anything stenbrough-- please, i'm desperate and your writing is amazing
this took forever and it’s kind of shitty - I’m sorry ily :(
Soft music flowed from the speakers of Bill Denbrough’s rusty pickup truck. Stan laid back, reclined in the cushioned seats, his eyes closed and small snores falling from his lips. The sun sat low, lining the horizon with a deep orange but still offering enough light to drive without headlights. The heater was on, warmth hiding in every crevice of the truck and yet, Stan still had Bill’s sweater covering his arms and torso.
Bill couldn’t help but to steal glances at his boyfriend, he struggled to keep his eyes on the road when such a beautiful sight lay next to him. The dimming rays of the sun sparkled through the windshield, casting an orange hue across Stan’s tanned skin. His caramel curls were spread messily across the headrest in the most mesmerizing way.
Timidly, one of Bill’s hands stretched out to meet the soft flesh of Stan’s thigh where his tan khakis had risen up slightly. Stan rolled, barely stirring in his slumber, and clutched onto Bill’s arm. Smiling widely, Bill looked back to the road.
He wasn’t feeling tired in the slightest, unlike his boyfriend, although he had been driving for 4 straight hours. His left hand gripped the wheel, right hand held hostage by his exhausted passenger.
Honestly, Bill had no clue where they were headed. But, whenever Stan Uris showed up at his doorstep in tears pleading to leave for a bit, he immediately started driving. Stan never told him what happened, and Bill feared the worst. He wanted to ask, the curiosity ate at him, but Stan just looked so peaceful as he slept - he worried he already knew the answer.
It was no secret the Uris’ were a family of devout Jews. With his own father being the town’s rabbi, Stan was terrified of anyone outside of the loser’s club knowing about his relationship. Bill stomach churned at the thought of Stan’s father yelling at him for being gay, he could only hope it wasn’t as rough as when Richie Tozier had come out to his own family and ended up in the hospital.
Stan’s cheeks were still a bit red from crying, but his bronzed skin hid it well. He laid on his side, curled up in a tight ball - Bill’s hand on his leg and Bill’s sweater draped across his body. His arms were wrapped around Bill’s arm, hugging it close and letting his head rest against the other’s bicep. It wasn’t comfortable for Bill, but he didn’t dare move.
Bill drove well into the night, the moon illuminating the road and star dancing in the black sky. It was a clear, beautiful night, but it seemed Stan was going to sleep right through it. He continued to snore lightly, which Bill found utterly adorable. Bill pulled into a parking lot, his old truck coming to a much needed halt. He turned to his boyfriend and grazed a hand along his prominent cheekbone.
“S-Stan,” Bill spoke gently, “W-Wake up, S-Stanny.”
The boy roused, letting out a small groan and giving Bill’s arm a squeeze. He rolled over, his tired eyes peeling open. He mustered a lopsided grin, making Bill’s heart to flutter in his chest.
Bill’s face flushed a deep red as he grabbed Stan’s hand and brought it up to his lips. Stan’s face broke out into a full smile at the sight of his flustered boyfriend. He sat up, examining his surroundings as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
“Shit, how long was I out?” Before Bill could answer, he continued, “Where are we?”
Bill shook his head, glancing around as well, “I d-don’t k-know. You t-told me to drive, so I d-did.”
“You’re such a fucking sweetheart, Bill Denbrough. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
Bill laughed, his brows raising in amusement as Stan climbed over the center console and into his lap. Stan’s hands settled on his boyfriend’s chest, Bill’s meeting his waist. Stan’s grin never faltered as his bright eyes flickered between Bill’s.
Stan cupped Bill’s face, bringing their lips together in a sweet kiss. His fingers tugged at Bill’s dark hair, bringing their bodies closer. The kiss was messy and uncoordinated, their teeth clacking together in a passionate rage. They parted for air, foreheads resting together.
The heat in the confined space of the truck began to cool, but warmth continued to radiate between the two. Stan kept his eyes closed as their noses brushed, Bill’s candy scented breath fanning across his face.
“I can’t believe you drove all this way.”
“You a-asked me to,” said Bill, “I w-would do anything f-for y-you.”
Stan was sure Bill could hear his heart thumping rapidly, but if he did, he said nothing about it.
“I love you, y’know.”
“I l-luh-luh-love y-y-”
Bill’s strangled sentence was cut off by Stan’s lips, wiping his irritation away immediately. Bill’s grip on his waist was firm and protective, as if Stan would float away if he let go.
“It’s okay, angel,” Stan whispered as they separated again, “I know you do.”
He brushed his lips on the corner of Bill’s mouth before melting against him completely, his head falling in the crook of Bill’s neck. Bill pulled the handle on the side of the seat, reclining back with Stan still sprawled out across his chest. Arms snug around his torso, Bill buried his face into Stan’s curls and let out a sigh.
“Go to sleep, my beautiful boy.”
Bill never got used to the pet names, although Stan absolutely loved them, they always made Bill blush until he was sure he’d pass out - Stan was also a fan of embarrassing him.
He was acting so normal that it bothered Bill, but as soon as he felt Stan’s lips on his neck, he focus was elsewhere. Stan was never one to speak his feelings or show any type of sadness, he was a professional at acting happy.
“Are y-you okay?” Bill questioned sleepily, his thin fingers drawing shapes onto Stan’s back.
“I told my parents,” Stan admitted, “I freaked out before they could say anything, though.”
Bill frowned against the hair tickling his face, pity swirling in his gut.
“D-Did they l-look m-mad?”
Stan shook his head, his chin bumping against Bill’s collarbone, “I don’t really remember. But, I’m not ready to find out yet.”
“W-We can s-stay out f-for as long as you n-need.”
And, they did. For two more nights, the boys just drove. They explored small souvenir shops and ate at cheap family-owned diners, Stan bought a disposable camera to capture a few of the incredible moments on their adventure.
For years to come, this road trip would continue to hold some of their most cherished memories. It wasn’t only “one for the books”, as Bill had said on the ride home, but also something to hold onto 23 years later - when fate would come to seize a beautiful life.
It was the stutter, that short trip on his words, that first clued you into just how much power the man stood at your side held. From there, your mind took too many turns in thinking what came from that…
‘Ahh…well, no, im afraid this visit is a little unexpected, Lee Hyuk. …However, …its nonetheless necessary.’
Taehyung’s smooth caramel voice curls its way into your ears, its spine-tingling hint of an undisclosed threat working its way through your body, and you struggle desperately to hold onto the unbiased facade currently cloaking your features as you fix your eyes on Lee Hyuk’s reaction.
‘Necessary? …For what?’
The Honorifics were slipping. You’d never seen Lee Hyuk this nervous in all the time you’d known him…
Who was Kim Taehyung to him?
‘To make things right with your friend Kyuho, dear Lee Hyuk.’ Taehyung explains, jaw becoming taut as he raises his chin to the air authoritatively, eyes narrowing as he watches the man from across the room, before suddenly taking a step forward, pushing you threateningly closer towards the other man, who at the singular movement appeared to become even more tense.
‘I-I dont know what you-’
‘Dont lie to me, Lee Hyuk. …You know i hate being lied to.’ Taehyung growls, continuing forward until he stood before the group of men, all of whom stood at his approach and appeared to show the slightest bit of apprehension toward the new person in response to Lee Hyuk’s reaction to him. You remained a few steps away, appearing to allow Taehyung to take the lead, whilst actually secretly wanting to watch how he was going to handle the situation.
‘If…if y/n’s presence is anything to go by, i’d assume you’re referring to the wager i made with Kyuho. …However, i won that fair and square, so if he thinks-’
‘If he won it fair and square, you wouldn’t have mentioned it, …would you?’
Dumbfounded by the depth of his voice, you become transfixed by the tilt of Taehyung’s head; chin angled at the floor as he peers up at the man opposite him from below his brows, lip curling in such a subtly aggressive way, that at first you dont catch it. Its only Lee Hyuk’s obnoxiously loud, nervous swallow that clues you in to the silent threat.
‘I dont believe what happens between myself and Kyuho is of your concern Mr Kim. So-’
His voice is commanding, authoritative, and you’re almost certain the word rolls from his tongue on a growl. The widening of your eyes is unavoidable with the way the men that had been surrounding Lee Hyuk suddenly all move as one toward the door, only a few bowing formally toward the man that had called the meeting in the first place, before eagerly clambering for escape.
The following 5 minutes stick in your mind like gum to the underside of a table.
‘Come on, now, Taehyung-’
‘I think you’ve forgotten who you’re speaking too, Lee Hyuk. Now, get on your damn knees and remember your manners.’
The command astounds you, keeping your feet glued in place as Taehyung takes a threatening step toward the other man who grins sheepishly and raises his hands innocently, …but that wasn’t were things stopped.
‘Mr Kim, I-’
He drops to the floor like a sack of shit; instantly, grossly, his expression dropping from humored innocence to mild panic, and his gaze momentarily leaving Taehyung to glance at you, in your mind the look being a calculation as to why you were with this man, but by the time you’d caught onto the sneer he’d flashed you, a split had already appeared at the corner of his lip, and the sound of skin hitting skin had rang around the room, along with the distinct huff of breath pushed aggressively from Taehyung’s chest.
‘I’m the one addressing you. You know the rules. I’ll give you 10 minutes to source the money and return it, or there will be…consequences.’
Fuck…how did he make that one word sound so utterly Terrifying.
‘I won that money! Its mine-’
‘I SAID GET THE MONEY, JUNG!’
Your facade was crumbling with the tension that was ramping itself up in the room, the nervous cracking of your knuckles at your sides bringing your attention to your nerves and instantly forcing you to stop and to reform your stoic expression, heart racing over the fact that Taehyung hadn’t looked at you once for the past 5 minutes.
Watching Lee Hyuk restrain his anger in front of Taehyung as
he pulled himself to his feet to call over one of his men, whom didn’t dare to
look at the taller man in his terror, had your insides squirming in joint fear and amazement
at the show of power; the rigid set of Taehyung’s shoulders and his daring expression
which screamed ‘try me’, causing your
belly to burn in what seemed strangely like want…
‘Time’s ticking, Jung.’ Taehyung mutters as he watches the
interaction between the other two men, not moving from his spot until Lee Hyuk had asked permission to retrieve the money from the safe, at which point he turns to you with only two words to bestow.
Barely giving you time to scoff at the ridiculousness of the command, he’s promptly striding away with Lee Hyuk scurrying to lead the way, leaving you staring after the pair, alone with only the company of the beady eyes of Lee Hyuk’s bodyguards remaining on you.
‘He can’t just make me-’
Before you can finish your sentence, the loud, incessant ringing of your phone is bellowing into the room and you’re hurrying to pull it from your pocket, gritting your teeth when you see that it was Kyuho, presumably calling to see why you hadn’t returned with a finished job that evening, and as a consequence causing you to pause momentarily to think up a suitable lie to tell him, before answering the phone.
‘Y/N, where are you?’
Damn, he sounded concerned. …or as concerned as Kyuho could get.
‘Sorry, took a detour on the way back. Apparently they aren’t allowed to carry 25 million on them as a usual float amount.’ you comment sarcastically, eyeing the few men around the room, and instinctively assessing the weaknesses that were revealed by their stances as was one of the habits you’d grown through the job.
‘No need for the sarcasm, y/n. But hurry it up, i want you back within the next half an hour…we need to talk about something.’
His tone was ominous, and left no room for you to guess what he meant by ‘something’, which of course made you aggravated.
‘Ohh-kay…do you wanna give me a hint or-’
You’re cut off by a gunshot and a scuffle coming from the direction that Taehyung had exited, your instinctive responses to such a sound kicking in immediately and you make to sprint towards it, only to be stopped by two of Lee Hyuk’s men pushing you back to stop your pursuit.
Now it was time to have some fun.
Whereas Taehyung used words, you used actions; immediately thrusting the heel of your hand into the throat of the closest guard, before almost instantaneously kicking your foot out at the man beside him who made to lunge for you, the action giving you a few seconds to finish the first guy off with a blow to his temple, before you could lay into the advancements of the second. You hadn’t forgotten about the three other men in the room, but you only needed 5 seconds to deal with the two blocking your way, before you were able to spin around to face the others, stumbling initially when one takes you by surprise, but you only smirk back at him as you pounce…
Its just as you’d left the last guy to drop to the floor, and you remember why you’d had to defend yourself in the first place, that his voice comes from the doorway.
‘I see you’ve been busy.’
The humor in his tone makes you unable to refuse the smirk that stretches your face in response to the sight of him stood proudly in the doorway watching you. Having his steady gaze on you after the tension of the evening made you expect hostility, but staring back at him, his eyes only seemed to have warmth in them as they watched you.
‘I believe you need this.’ he says after a few moments, breaking the silence that you’d both been trapped in as you’d watched one another, to lift a thick black briefcase from his side, indicating that he’d managed to retrieve the money.
‘What was the gunshot?’ you ask as you mentally shake yourself out of your stasis and walk across the room to him, slowing your footsteps when you get closer to him, and holding your hand out for the case.
Your timid murmur as he gently hands you the money, and the way your arm crawls with goosebumps pulls the tension back over the two of you, the atmosphere this time almost feeling comfortable despite its heavy weight on your focused senses.
‘You’re welcome. …and we should probably go now, the paramedics will be here in a few minutes to attend to Lee Hyuk.’
Catching the slight quirk of humor at the edge of his lip in response to whatever state he’d left Lee Hyuk in makes you want to know what had happened. However, the second you go to ask, the wailing of sirens outside cuts you into silence, and so instead of pursuing the topic, you take Taehyung’s outstretched hand without even thinking about it, and run through the open door before either of you could be found.
‘I suppose i should thank you for saving my ass tonight.’ you murmur as the two of you continue to shuffle down the pitch black street after you’d driven away at what seemed like the speed of light from Lee Hyuk’s place. He’d struggled to contain his smile the whole ride back to the center of the city, humming and singing quietly to himself after explaining to you that he’d ‘disabled’ Lee Hyuk; this being the only word he used to explain the sound of the gunshot.
‘You showed me that you were quite capable of saving your own ass actually. Its been a while since i’ve seen something as hot as the sight of you standing in the middle of all the unconscious men, …hair in slight dissarray…pupils blown wide with adrenaline-’
‘Hot?’ you cut him off, mentally clocking that you were less than two blocks from your base and directing him to take one of the side alley’s so that you wouldn’t run in to the young guards that were placed around the circumference of the first block. The word had surprised you, the way he’d used it so purposefully seeming odd coming from his lips, yet he’d seemed so utterly sure that that was how he would describe you, and that in itself had caused your cheeks to flush slightly.
‘Would you prefer ‘beautiful’, ‘stunning’, ‘dazzling’-?’
All you could do was stare at him, taking in the way his long trench coat swung softly around his tall, lean frame, his head tilted toward the floor as he walked, concealing a smile as he waited for your response, fluffy brown bangs falling in his face until he realizes you’d slowed to a stop, and he pauses a few steps from you to turn and see staring confusedly up at him.
‘What?’ he asks, seeming utterly at ease in the darkness of the alley, the power contained within him seeping from his every action.
‘How?…Why?-’ you stutter, trying to find the right question to ask him first, but rather than managing to let a single coherent thought pass your lips, he responds with a soft smile, his warm brown eyes fixed on you, and the only answer that your heart wanted to hear in that moment.
Hello! I haven’t written an actual fic in a whiiiiiiiiiile, my OCD got v bad and i picked at my skin resulting in horrid pain, so I’ve been nursing my sore hands back to health :’) anyway, here’s a good ol’ song fic revolving around stenbrough. Enjoy!
Words - 0.9k
Warnings - none!!!!!! pure fluffiness
This is stranger than I thought
Bill didn’t understand what was happening. It had began as a regular Tuesday - he’d just left his advanced English class, and bumped into Stanley. If all he did was bump into Stan, why was his brain currently pancake batter and his stomach doing flips?
Six different ways inside my heart
Stan’s hair looks lovely today, Bill mused. Has his jawline always been so prominent and just … there? He was so intelligent too, and caring for other people even though he has it hard. Stan was so able in everything he did, brimming with nerves and self consciousness yet managing to excel in the end. And Bill especially loved how brave he was. Stan would never admit it, or even believe it, but after that summer he’d always been so brave even when things got tough. Bill admired him for that.
And everyone I’ll keep tonight Six different ways go deep inside
He told Bev first, naturally. As the only girl in the group, she immediately ranked most trustworthy to the boys. She didn’t laugh at Bill, or doubt him. Just said, ‘Oh, cool. Like Eddie and Rich!’ and that was that. Bill felt much better, but the feelings just got deeper and deeper and d-
And he began to wonder what it was that had appealed him to Stan, but then Stan would open his mouth and say something that made Bill fall head over heels for the thousandth time.
I’ll tell them anything at all I know I’ll give them more and more
Bill would begin to drop hints for Stan - he was clever, he’d work it out. Every time Bill would compliment him, his stutter would worsen and Stan would pray to every God that his blush didn’t show as he attempted to return it. Bill gave it his all, and he supposed if Stan didn’t do anything that was okay, too.
William ‘Oblivious’ Denbrough, Stan considered.
‘Hey, Bill.’ Stan greeted, ‘Do you want to come over after school? I got the new Cure vinyl!’
Bill fought back a grin - would he really say no to the curly haired boy, ever?
‘That sounds g-great, S-Stan, sure,’ He tried to say it as quickly as possible to stop the (inevitable) stutter, but to no avail.
Stan smiled and nodded, walking off in the other direction to get to his next lesson.
Bill practically pounced on Bev when he saw her, his right hand (wo)man for situations regarding his love life, or lack thereof.
‘Bev! Stan just invi..ted m-me to his house after s-school to listen to the n-new the Cure v-v-vinyl and oh my g-god I think I’m in love,’ Bill rushed out the words without any spaces, and his stutter struggled to keep up with it.
But Bev, being used to moments like this from the redhead, beamed back - just as excited as Bill was.
‘Oh my GOD, Billy! Go get that boy,’
Bill fidgeted all the way through physics. The boy he’d been trying to drop hints to for the past half a year had invited him back to his house after school - alone! - to listen to the new album from his most favourite band. Was he dreaming? He chewed the lid of his pen as his mind drifted away from the lesson. What if a song on there became /their/ song? Or it was their first date? Or - so many other things.
The bell rang and Bill leaped up from his seat, saluted a goodbye to Beverly and ran to the front of the school to get Silver and wait for Stan.
‘Speak of the devil,’ A voice crooned out from the bike shed, a crown of caramel curls peeking through.
‘A-and he shall a-a-appear.’
Stan waved to Bill, having already unlocked his bike and waiting patiently on the seat.
Bill felt winded. It wasn’t fair that Stan got to be so perfect, and after tonight he may still only be his friend.
They cycled back to Stan’s, Bill transfixed on the way Stan’s curls ruffled in the wind that he went headfirst into, and Stan smiling ahead of Bill.
Stan dismounted his bike, propping it up on the lawn and holding his front door open for Bill, and then sprinting upstairs two at a time, calling back ‘Come on, Billy!’
He placed the brand new vinyl onto the record player, carefully dropping the needle down. The two boys laid in companionable silence on Stan’s bed just as the fourth track began to play, and the indie voice of Robert Smith entered Stan’s room.
‘This is stranger than I thought,
Six different ways inside my heart’
What Bill didn’t know, however, was that Stan had already listened to the album - and thought these lyrics described his feelings for Bill perfectly.
So as these words ended, Stan shuffled closer to Bill on his bed, and whispered to him.
‘I suppose you have all six, Denbrough’
Bill was speechless - what was that supposed to mean? His face was burning up, and was this real?
As he contemplated all of this over in his head, which felt like pancake batter all over again, Stan pressed his lips against Bill’s with hardly any pressure, for hardly any time.
And Bill loved it.
‘Come over for new vinyls more often, Billy. If it ends like this, anyway,’
Bill left Stan’s a couple of hours later with red, swollen lips and a few purple marks littering his neck.
Guess those six different ways were returned, and it wasn’t as strange as he’d thought.
I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 44 - The bathroom counter
When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…. Look out for friendship and maybe something more…
Chapter 44 - The bathroom counter
[When Negan returns from his run, he shows Blake exactly what he brought back for her…]
It had been a long day that was for sure, and Mia unceremoniously let out a humungous yawn, smacking at her lips, her eyes closing sleepily.
“Wow, well someone’s tired,” said Blake, who had been sitting on the floor of Negan’s room, playing with the tiny toddler for the past hour.
The two of them had a had a busy afternoon.
After finishing up their breakfast, Blake had taken Mia outside, so that they could watch the trucks, that were taking Negan and some of the other Saviours to one of the outposts, driving away out of the lot.
They had lingered there in the sun for a while, Mia pointing at the walkers outside the fences below and asking why they couldn’t come in.
you are the reason butterflies evolve with different colors
sometimes the stars smile
sometimes they don’t care
I have a habit of falling
off the planet from time to time
this time I punched through
the floor of the galaxy
the only light was the green
highlights shining through
your blue nebulas
I saw the caramel curls
with gold stardust streams
careening through the space
of your milky shoulder blades
I floated for a bit
I put my lips on each planet
of your vertabrae
I like how your universe whispers
through the static reverberation
of your toe tips, to your calves
up through your things
into the small of your back
I’m not sure if it even exists
but if it does it’s there
it’s there at midnight
it’s there at noontime
heaven is there
it’s the closest I’ll ever be
to its gates
when I see the stars smile
when I see the stars weep
I just follow the paint of your feet
I’m not afraid of falling
as long as you catch me
if you’re afraid of falling
just know I’m at the bottom
of your galaxy too
when I was a child
I wished on stars
I never knew your heart
was one of them
if I did it would be the only one
that I ever spoke to
I don’t believe in fate
I don’t believe in meant to be
I believe in how your hands hold me
I believe in the way
your eyes hold mine hostage
in a world stockholm syndrome
is spelt a different way
I am Thomas and I don’t need
to question the holes in the hands
of your heart
I just believe without seeing
I want to lick the blood of your spear
let you suck it from my tongue
so what’s been spilled
will be liters never missed
drown me in your waste
drown me in your ugly
drown me in the way
you don’t want to see yourself
I want to show you
how you are a sunset
that will never set in the same way
how pretty your darkness is
how you look in my mirrors
can you show me the same?
can you piece together
all the things I want
to throw away?
can you show me my smile
never needs to be faked?
can you show me my forest
has beautiful leaves instead
of monochrome branches?
I have a million questions
for you but I’ll never need
a library of answers
I only want to watch how your lips
connect with mine without explanation
the bells of your laughter
welcome a new day
it’s one I hope the moon
never shows her face
I want the salt of your skin
to bandage all my wounds
tear the pages of alone
from my bones and light
them on fire with the matches
of your innocence
this is what I mean
when I bite your bottom lip
this is what I mean
when I hold your hips
this is what I mean
when I look at you
say you make me happy
show me that life isn’t a struggle
show me life is something beautiful
show me in the way that you are
because you’re the closest thing
to beauty I ever want to know again
you are the reason
dying flowers welcome the sun
you are the reason
falling leaves welcome the ground
you are the reason
grass welcomes ice blankets
you are the reason
snow melts for sunflowers
you aren’t too little
you aren’t enough
you are more
you are so much more
you are a pen meeting
the end of a journal
ink bleeding on a new one
so burn for me
shine for me in a way
the stars have no choice
Anonymous request: Emily x Female Reader where they’re married and an unsub is targeting LGBT+ people and Emily gets really defensive and protective of her wife.
A/N: I’m really excited to do this request! I’m new to Emily x Reader but who doesn’t adore Emily Prentiss, I mean she’s basically a goddess. I know the formatting on this is awful. I’m so sorry! I’m writing this on mobile which is literal garbage. Anyway, let me know what you think of this! ❤
“Well, that’s another one confirmed to be openly bisexual,” JJ said grimly. Emily sighed, looking down at the photo of the latest victim that she was holding in her hand. She couldn’t help but compare the image of this woman with her mental image of her wife- (Y/N) had hair and eyes just like this woman and the other two that had already been killed by their unsub.
“Emily, you have a call,” came Reid’s voice from the doorway. Emily followed him out of the room and went to answer the phone.
“Prentiss,” she said into the receiver.
“(Y/N),” Emily sighed at the sound of her voice on the phone. It was such a relief to hear those familiar tones.
“How are you?” (Y/N) asked softly; she could already hear the strain in Emily’s voice.
“I’m okay,” she replied, but (Y/N) could tell she wasn’t being honest.
“Emily,” she pressed. Emily sighed, leaning against her desk for a moment.
“I want you to come to my office,” she said.
“What?” (Y/N) asked.
“Just…pack an overnight bag and I’ll either come get you myself or I’ll send Spencer,” Emily replied.
“Em, what’s going on?” Emily could detect a note of fear in her voice, and anger welled up in her. She didn’t understand how anyone could do this to these women, especially not with the possibility of him doing it to (Y/N).
“(Y/N), I just want to keep you safe, okay?” Emily said softly. “And right now, that means putting you somewhere safer than home. I need you to be where I know you’re okay.”
There was a moment of quiet on the other line. Then, (Y/N) sighed.
“Alright,” she agreed, although she sounded weary. “I’ll put a bag together and be ready when one of you gets here.”
Emily breathed a sigh of relief- she felt better already, knowing that (Y/N) would be safe soon.
“Thank you,” she said softly. “You know I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t think I needed to.”
“I know,” (Y/N) replied, and her tone was softer now. “I love you, Emily.”
“I love you, too.”
They hung up and Emily made quick work of taking the stairs down to the bullpen. The atmosphere there was alight with a buzzing energy that told Emily she had missed something.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“We got a lead,” Luke informed her. “We were just about to head out.”
“Okay,” Emily said, turning to Reid. “I need you to go to my house and get (Y/N); she’s expecting you.” Spencer nodded immediately. That was one thing Emily loved about this team; they were always ready and willing to do whatever needed to be done, no matter what.
With Spencer on his way to get (Y/N), Emily turned her focus on catching the man who was putting her in danger.
There was a knock on the door, and I cautiously looked through the peekhole, sighing in relief when I recognized Spencer Reid on the other side. I opened the door and he offered a friendly smile.
“Hey, Spencer,” I said.
“Hi, (Y/N),” Spencer replied with a wave.
“I’m all ready,” I said with a slight sigh. I’m certain Spencer could sense my annoyance with the situation, but he didn’t remark on it; I was grateful.
I accompanied Spencer to the car, and soon I found myself in Emily’s office at Quantico. Penelope greeted me, and I was grateful to see such a friendly face. There was something comforting about her bright colors and eternally cheerful outlook.
“I’ve got to go join the others,” Spencer said, and turned to leave.
“Spencer,” I called, catching his attention. He glanced back at me inquisitively. “Keep her safe out there,” I implored. He nodded his head and brushed his caramel curls out of his eyes.
“You know we always do,” he assured me, and then he was gone.
I joined Penelope in her lab upon her offer, so that I wouldn’t have to be alone. Penelope was my favorite person sometimes; she always seemed to know what to say and do to make people feel better.
It was late by the time Emily returned. Penelope and I had eaten Chinese takeout together while the rest of the team had followed their lead, which eventually led them a chase for their unsub.
They’d caught him in the end, as Emily’s tired voice had informed Garcia over the phone.
I watched as the team filed off the elevator, all of them looking a little worse for wear; JJ, Spencer, Tara, Luke, Rossi, and finally Emily. She looked exhausted, but stunning nonetheless, and as she glanced up, her dark eyes caught mine. My heart stumbled a little bit in my chest; no matter how long we’re together, Emily never fails to take my breath away.
“(Y/N),” she breathed, and the next second she was hugging me. Her touch was almost desperate; I could sense her need to know I was safe, and it made me feel warm inside.
“Hey, Em,” I murmured, holding her close. She smelled faintly of lavender, and I took a deep breath.
“I’m okay,” I whispered, only for her ears, and she pulled back to offer me a grateful smile. She leaned in to press her lips gently against my cheek. I smiled warmly at her and threaded my fingers with hers.
“Come on,” I said quietly. “There’s dinner for you in your office.”
“Have I told you recently how much I love you?” she sighed. I laughed.
“Only every day, love,” I replied.
Emily smiled at me, and I took a moment to just be grateful; grateful to be here, to have her home for another night, and grateful that, in a world of danger, she’s surrounded by people who always make sure she gets home safely.
Pairings: Bill Denbrough/Stan Uris, Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak
Fic Summary: Bill can’t shake the feeling that Stan Uris is hiding something. However, the closer he gets to Stan the faster their world crumbles and as more is unravelled he comes to learn that the darkness doesn’t only live in Stan’s eyes, but in the shadows themselves.
So this is something I’ve tried to start writing twice but my phone’s being an asshole and cutting off the app before I have the chance to finish what I’m writing. Hopefully my laptop won’t and I’ll be able to publish this smut. I might make this into a series but I’m not sure yet. Depends on how it goes.
Word count: 3,199 words
CAUTION: Stop here unless you want to read smut about the Winchester brothers. Mature readers only! Pure smut ahead. Trying to work the plot before the smutty threesome.
Warnings: oral, anal, threesome, daddy kink
Knowing the Winchester brothers and being close with them has its perks. Yes, despite everything Supernatural trying to kill you for even knowing the two brothers, it’s actually worth it. Hunting with the brothers is the fun part.
Dressed in a white figure hugging, finger length bodycon dress with black lace from the top of my breast to around the front of my neck, a cream coat on over the dress paired with a pair of nude heels. My hair falls down my back in luscious caramel curls meanwhile natural eyeshadow outline my eyes. Baby pink blush covers my pale cheeks as a wine red coats my lips, giving me a professional/bad chick look.
“Why are you so dressed up for this case? We’re supposed to look like FBI agents, not clubbers.” Dean asks me as soon as I exit the bathroom in my outfit.“I’ll dress as I want. Besides, this is professional.” I respond as I shove past Dean and walk over to my bag and bend down so I can find my badge for this part of the case. I hum to myself softly as I finally find the badge. I straighten back up and turn around only to see both Dean and Sam staring at me intently with intuitive faces. I raise an eyebrow in question before I shake it off and walk back into the bathroom so I can touch up what needs to be fixed.
Finally, we walk into the police station and instantly, the attention is drawn to us. Standing between the two brothers with a serious expression seems to be all I need to have every male in the building eye raping me. My heels click against the tiled floor as we walk toward the front desk to find out where the sheriff is.“Hello. We were wondering if we could speak to the Sheriff please.” I say sweetly to the male who was eyeing me up.“What for?” The male asks as he keeps his gaze focused on me.“We’re here about the case of the recent murder.” Sam states as he glares at the male who seemed more interested in me than what we were saying.
“He’s busy right now. Come back later though and he’ll be free. Unless you wanna stay longer, gorgeous.” The male tells me, smirking at me when he gets to the end of his sentence.“Darling, we’re FBI. Pretty sure that the sheriff wouldn’t mind if we bothered him.” I say sweetly as we flash our FBI badges, making the male pale quite a bit.
“Right this way.” He says leading us toward the sheriff’s office, me once again standing between the two brothers.“Sheriff, the FBI are here.” The male says after knocking on the door before opening it.“Let them in.” A familiar voice says making my breath catch in my throat.“Why, if it isn’t Malia.” The familiar voice says making me smile awkwardly.
Before me is my ex boyfriend from high school, Derek Mason. His crystal blue eyes still as clear as when we were kids, his shaggy blonde hair falling into his right eye giving him that mysterious persona.“Derek Mason. Never thought that we would meet again.” I say with a fake smile. I sit down in the chair in front of the oak desk as Sam sits beside me and Dean leans his hands on the back of my chair, his arms occasionally brushing against my back.
“Who are you?” Dean asks, trying to figure out how Derek knows me.“I’m Derek Mason. We met in high school. Greenwood high school.” Derek says cockily trying to be the dominant male in the room, making me roll my eyes.“Oh, I remember you.” Dean says with a cold attitude.
“Can we stay on topic please? Derek, what did you find at the crime scene?” I ask with another fake smile as I notice Derek checking me out.“Well, the crime scene was clean, almost too clean. There was blood, intestines and pieces of skin covering the walls, floor, and anything else but there were absolutely no prints. Then the lights just cut off. When the lights came on, there was a message written on the wall in black goo.” Derek says as he maintains eye contact with me. I could feel the anger rolling off of Dean in waves as he tightens his grip on the chair. I glance over at Sam only to see that he’s lost in thought.
“Do you mind if we check out the crime scene for ourselves?” I ask sweetly knowing that he would give in as he looks into my hazel eyes.“Go ahead. Wouldn’t want to go back there for anything. Unless it’s you of course.” Derek flirts making me roll my eyes at his flirting.“I would rather die than have you rescue me. Now, if you don’t mind, can we have some copies of the evidence you’ve collected so far?” I ask sweetly as both brothers try to cover their chuckles at my statement.
“Anything for you beautiful.” Derek flirts once again making me clench my fists in my lap so I don’t react and punch him in the face, therefore blowing our cover.“Flirt with me one more time and see what happens, Sheriff.” I threaten coldly as I glare at him, making him raise an eyebrow at my statement.
He walks off and leaves us in the room as Dean stays quiet and crosses his arms over his chest.“Okay, so besides the fact that he can’t stop flirting with Malia do you believe him? I mean, what kind of creature does something like that?” Sam asks after making sure that Derek isn’t around.
“No idea but if he doesn’t stop flirting with me, I’ll end up kicking his ass.” I state as I get up and lean against the desk and cross one leg over another, instantly catching the attention of the two brothers.“Yeah. So, isn’t that your ex boyfriend from high school, back when you were staying with us?” Dean asks making me sigh.“Yeah. I broke up with him because I found evidence of him cheating on me with one popular cheerleader. Anyways, that’s besides the point. Let’s just get the evidence from Derek before heading back and researching.” I say as I look at Dean only to see that he’s already staring at me with dark forest green eyes. Something in his stare makes me smirk coyly, almost as if it was a game to see who exactly would make the first move.
A sudden tension forms in the air between the three of us, growing thicker by the intense stares being shared between the three of us. Man, this is going to be fun.
We finally get back to the motel and I jump onto my bed wearing a pair of tight spandex volleyball shorts I’ve had since high school and a low cut Victoria Secret tank top.“So, we know that the creature hunts at night, seeing as how this is the third attack this month. They all seem to happen around the same little area. At first, I thought it was Vampires, but they don’t rip the victim to shreds.” I say speaking up as I look at Sam who was busy typing away on his laptop. His jean clad legs perched on the seat on the other side of the table meanwhile his flannel is rolled up to his elbows showing off his firm arms. His shaggy brown hair that’s grown longer over time curls around the edge of his face lightly, illuminating his tan skin even more and hazel green eyes even more.
Dean Malia has no idea what she does to me. When I saw her wearing the white dress, I almost grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. The dress hugs her figure in all the right places but at the same time, they tease me by reminding me that she has no idea how she affects Sammy and I. Her innocent hazel eyes that glow with mischief when she’s pranking Sam. After meeting Derek again and watching other men stare at her as if she’s a piece of meat, it makes me want to sock each of them in the face. It’s not how they should be staring at someone as beautiful as her.
¥So this is where it starts to get smutty kinda so keep reading if you’re into this kind of thing. It’s going to be in Malia’s point of view or possibly no point of view at all. It just depends.¥
The tension from earlier returns ten times thicker than it was before. More than likely, it’s the sexual tension. Its then that Dean and Sam jump into the Impala and leave, claiming that they were going to check out the crime scene, leaving Malia alone in the motel room.
Taking the chance, Malia pulls the cover up over her body before slowly making her way down her body. Knowing that both the brothers will be gone for quite a while, she’s taking advantage of that so she can take care of her own problems that formed the moment Dean gazed at her with his dark forest green eyes and the way his jaw clenched. Slowly working her way out of her clothes, Malia leaves her clothes beside the bed in a neat pile before she begins working.
She slowly trails her hand down her chest and playfully pinched the soft buds of her breasts, using the delicate touches to tease herself and slowly work herself up. Images of Dean licking his plump lips pops into her mind as she pictured him sitting in a chair at the end of the bed watching her slowly work herself to an orgasm.
Then she slowly makes small circles around the slowly erecting buds, trying to keep her pace slow so the pleasure lasts. After a while, Malia lets her hands drop further to her hip bones before trailing lightly against her skin. Once she gets bored of that, she goes right for the prize and begins to work herself up without going past the lips of her pussy.
With a silent cry, her back arches off the bed as her fingers move in circles hitting all the right places without penetrating anything. At some point, the covers that once masked her body from view fall to the floor and leave her bare body out for show.
Teasingly slipping one finger deeper, she quickly retracts the finger before picturing Sam’s fingers replacing her own as Dean stands by and watches.
Sam and Dean both stop outside the motel room door and share a look with each other. They left Malia alone in the motel room while they went on a drive to discuss what they planned to do to Malia tonight for being naughty and wearing that dress out where all of the men gawked.
They pause right before opening the door due to a moan echoing from inside the motel room. A loud moan reaches the brothers ears which makes them smirk knowing that their princess couldn’t help herself. Dean then quickly unlocks the door before they open the red oak only to be met with Malia’s pussy facing them and a look of pleasure spread on her face.“f-fuck.” Malia whimpers breathlessly as her back arches off the bed and gives the two a good look at her naked body.
Dean feels the thick atmosphere of the room growing as he and Sam move further into the room, both brothers quietly moving a chair to where they could watch their princess work. Seated at the end of the bed, Dean has a perfect view of the pussy belonging to a goddess. Sam sits down as close to Malia as possible but at the same time, he avoids alerting her of his presence.
Malia picks up her pace before she penetrates her vagina, giving in to the pleasure she’s been craving. She moves her fingers in and out smoothly, biting her lip in the process to keep from being too loud. The sound of zipping reaches Sam’s ear and he looks down at his older brother only to see him fishing his cock out of the confines of his jeans, freeing the hardened cock as he watches Malia carefully.
Sam carefully mimics his brother’s actions, fishing his cock out of his jeans so he can take care of the painful throbbing caused by the beauty on the bed. The two brothers grasp their cock by the base and slowly twist their hands upwards, taking all the time they need while keeping track of the sounds Malia is making.
After a while, Dean moves onto the bed and sits down beside her pussy, grabbing her hand to stop her movements. She tenses up and opens her hazel eyes only to see both brothers sitting nearby.“Sam! Dean! What are y'all doing?” Malia asks in a small voice, the scratch in her voice not going unnoticed by the brothers as they share a smirk.
“Oh nothing. You know, watching Princess work herself to an orgasm when she could’ve just asked us for help instead. Now we have to punish you.” Dean says making Malia swallow.“w-what do you mean, punish me?” Malia asks, curious to find out where this side of the brothers is coming from.
“You’re about to find out, sweetheart. We’re going to take real good care of you tonight, Princess.” Dean purrs as he places a hand on her chest and eases her back down to the bed. Malia looks up to Sam for answers only to be met with dark brown eyes instead of the green hazel that Sam’s eyes normally are. Her heart begins to pound at the thoughts beginning to swarm her mind of what the two have in store.
Dean looks at Sammy and nods before they both start stripping out of their clothes meanwhile Malia focuses on their movements, watching eagerly as the muscular bodies are revealed to her. She moves to the edge of the bed where Dean is standing and sits back on her bottom thighs. She looks up at Dean with her doe hazel eyes as she begins to kiss her way up his chest, starting from the waistband of his boxers still on his body upward as she trails her tongue along with her lips.
Dean takes a deep breath as he stares down at the female whose slowly making her way up his chest, leaving a few hickies in her wake. Sam climbs onto the bed fully bare and he climbs over Malia so his dick is positioned under her pussy, for when she rocks back and forth, there’ll be pressure where they both need it most. Malia gets to Dean’s lips and kisses him forcefully, trying to fight for dominance meanwhile Sam began to leave marks of his own on the skin of her pale back. Malia feels Dean’s tongue poking at her lips and she obeys, trying not to make her punishment worse.
Sam could feel the slick leaking from her pussy and onto his cock which makes him want to have her his way that much more. Dean moves his gaze over the top of Malia’s head and nods to his brother, letting the two give into their primal desires. Dean shoves Malia off of him gently but still with a show of dominance. The air thickens with the anticipation of what’s to come.
Sammy falls backward, pulling Malia with him as Dean falls on top of Malia, landing face first into her chest.“Dean.” Malia moans out softly, her skin buzzing with electricity. Dean smirks as he opens his mouth, using his tongue to swirl the bud around. Sam moved his fingers to her entrance where he begins using one finger to open her up enough. Malia’s back arches and a small ‘fuck’ escapes her breathless lips as she pushes her chest firmer into Dean’s face. She grabs a fistfull of Dean’s hair before pushing him further into her chest, making him smirk cockily. Sam speeds his pace up before adding another finger, increasing the pleasure.“Please, Sam, Dean, both of you fuck me like the little whore I am. Fill me up with both of your huge cocks as you pound mercilessly into my tight little pussy.” Malia begs making both brothers freeze at the words escaping the female’s mouth.
Sam slips his fingers out of her pussy as he moves so that he’s lined up with her asshole.“So, you want it rough?” Dean asks cockily as he sits up on her stomach as he lines up with her pussy. Instead of answering, Malia grabs Dean’s thick and long cock before slamming him into her, automatically making her force herself onto Sam at the same time. The slight sting makes Malia moan as she moves her hips slowly seeing as to how the two males were too shocked to move. Eventually they both snap out of it and sharply thrust into her two entrances.
“FUCK!” Malia yelps as she closes her eyes in pleasure, throwing her head back onto Sam’s shoulder. Dean leans forward and attaches his lips to any skin he can get his hands on meanwhile making sure to leave hickies in his wake.
Malia becomes a rag doll between the two brothers, loving every second of it since they reach the places that make her see stars. She digs her nails into Dean’s back and they trail downward, leaving angry red lines in their place. Dean groans and bites down on her neck harshly in pleasure before grinding his teeth with her skin still in between. Sweat coats all three of them as they fight to make the other come first. She tightens her grip on Dean which makes him pound into her even quicker, giving into what they’ve all three been desiring.
Malia releases all over the two brothers with a groan, the tightness of her pussy being the thing that pushes them over the edge, leading to an extended orgasm.“Damn, Princess. I didn’t know you liked it like that. Now, can you be good for your daddies and hold your hands above your head?” Dean asks making Malia groan low in her throat, the feeling already returning.“I’d do anything for my daddy.” Malia states innocently as she obliges and holds her hands together above her head, ready for whatever the brothers were going to throw her way.
Short: Law student and intern Kim Jongin uses his charms for a dangerous pastime behind the screens, but he falls for the most normal girl. Words: 3080 Type: Angst/Fluff Pairing: Kai x Miyong (oc) Warnings: mentioning of an accident A/N: This will run chronologically with Engraved, but it’s not needed to read this to understand Engraved, but the parts posted for Engraved after this will contain spoilers. It is also not necessary to read Engraved to understand what is happening here. But it will make things more clear.
The office was in it’s usual bustling state of busy. Sounds of rustling paper, the copy machines, nails on keyboard filling his ears while he was going over his merger case. The two companies had a lot in common but their client was trying to get more out of the deal. He was searching through databases and e-mailing people to try and get the information he needed to let everything go as smoothly as possible. His booth was at the far corner of the room, and he had the wall on his left and the rest of the room on his right. He liked it, this way he could see everything. It wasn’t too big of a room, there were about 10 paralegals and interns in here. Everyone knew each other by now, much to his tries of keeping to himself. The people were nice and it was nice to be around them, sometimes they went out for a drink after work, or all got lunch together. The girl beside him leant over the booth, her head on her hands on the small wall. “What are you working on?” she asked, warm caramel curls falling over the edge and framing her face.
@treatmelikeadamnprentiss said: OOO OO CAN YOU WRITE A FIC WHERE YOU GET STUCK IN A CORNMAZE WITH MATTHEW….. LIKE THAT WOULD BE ADORABLE
It was a crisp, cool day in October when Matthew woke me up, shaking the bed. I opened my eyes to find him fully dressed already, his golden curls a mess as he bounced on his knees.
“Matthew?” I asked, “What are you doing?”
“Waking you up,” he answered, leaning down to press a swift kiss to my lips. I realized then that I couldn’t be annoyed with him for waking me, not when he looked so incredibly happy and childlike, smiling brightly at me and kissing me so casually that it made my breath catch even though we’d been together for nearly a year.
“Oh, right,” I said, swinging my legs out of the comfortable bed and onto the floor. I reached for my underwear, recalling with a slight smile how it had ended up on the floor in the first place during the previous night’s antics. “Today is pumpkin day.”
I hadn’t truly forgotten; how could I, when Matthew had been reminding me every day for the past week that today we were going to his favorite pumpkin patch in New York, one that was a couple hours out of the city, but which he swore was absolutely, undoubtedly worth it.
I got dressed quickly, sending Matthew on a coffee run to the café I’d found earlier in the week, one which was very near the hotel we were staying in, and which served my favorites.
By the time he returned, I had dressed in my favorite Halloween tee shirt and one of Matthew’s plaid shirts with boots and jeans, my hair braided behind me so that it was out of my way.
“Are you ready?” he asked. He sounded delighted, and I couldn’t help but smile as I nodded.
“Ready,” I confirmed.
The car ride was more than enjoyable; Matthew loved to ride with the windows down, and the mix of warm coffee and cool autumn air rushing over my skin, set to the soundtrack of Matthew’s infectious laughter, made for a beautiful start to Pumpkin Day 2017.
When we arrived, Matthew pulled the car into a gravel parking lot that was only equipped for ten cars or so, and we got out. As we headed toward the pumpkin patch, Matthew’s hand brushed mine and he tangled his long, thin fingers with mine. I smiled up at him, only to find him already engrossed in the sight before us. I had thought we would simply be picking out a pumpkin, or, knowing Matthew, several.
I could not have been more wrong.
“Come on,” Matthew laughed, pulling me by our joined hands toward what appeared to be a corn maze. I raised my eyebrows at him.
“That’s not a pumpkin patch, Gubler,” I remarked. He shook his head.
“Nope,” he agreed happily. I just shook my head and followed him willingly, as I often do. Dating Matthew is like being constantly in a whirlwind of creative excursions, strange music, and puppets. It feels a bit like a rabbit hole, but one that is altogether pleasant, and feels remarkably safe. It’s impossible not to feel that way with such a confident, wild human being by your side.
“Are you good at mazes?” he asked, after we were already two turns into the corn maze. I laughed aloud.
“No!” I exclaimed. “I’m awful at them.” Matthew shrugged his shoulders, unconcerned by this development.
“Hey (Y/N),” he began as we wandered through the twisting, turning paths. It seemed Matthew had no idea where he was going either.
“Yeah?” I replied.
“Want to hear a farmer joke?” he inquired. I glanced up at him quizzically.
“Sorry, you can’t,” he replied, sounding childlike in his glee.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because it’s way too corny!” he crowed, cracking himself up. I couldn’t help but laugh along, no matter how bad the joke was. His joy was contagious.
A moment later, Matthew stopped, standing in what appeared to be the center of the maze- that’s what it looked like to me, anyway, although I couldn’t be certain.
I looked up at him, taking in the way the sunshine lit up his smooth skin and wild caramel curls. His bright hazel eyes were sparkling in the autumn sunlight, and his hand was warm in mine despite the chilly air. I was overcome with a rush of emotion as Matthew smiled down at me, running his tongue over his pale, pink, kissable lips.
“You’re a mess, Gubler, you know that?” I laughed, a note of wonder in my tone. He does that to me- incites a wonder and fascination that I’ve never experienced before, but which I most closely associate with that first glimpse of the ocean as a child.
He laughed, and the melodic sound warmed my heart. I was overcome with the knowledge that life couldn’t get much better than this. This, getting lost in a corn maze with the most beautiful man I’d ever known, who was looking at me as if I made the stars shine, was the height of existence; I was convinced of it.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice going soft on the trails of beautiful, raucous laughter. I felt my breath catch as he looked me in the eye, his large hands suddenly on my arms, drawing me in closer. I could feel the heat radiating from him as my body bumped against his chest. I got a whiff of that clean, beautiful scent; cinnamon and coffee and Matthew. My senses were overtaken in the most beautiful way as he leaned in close, his clean-shaven jawline brushing against my own softer jaw. One hand came up to the back of my neck, strong and gentle all at once, and he drew my lips to his own, pressing them against me. I could taste the overly sweet coffee he’d had that morning, and chocolate. his tongue ghosted over my lips and I felt my heartbeat harder in my chest. When he pulled away at long last, my chest was aching in the most beautiful way, filled with an indescribable kind of love for the goofy, bright soul that had decided to be mine.
“You know, they give you apple cider when you get out of this thing,” he said softly.
“Oh?” I sked, glancing around. “Well, I guess we’d better stop making out and start trying to find our way out of here, then,” I remarked. Matthew smiled at me, a little crooked, and suddenly he was very close to me once more.
“Or,” he murmured lowly, sending a shiver down my spine, “we can just keep making out and find our way out later.”
Then, he was kissing me again in the bright October sunshine, and I had to admit, that sounded like his most brilliant idea yet.