synopsis: the kids walk in on a heated moment between y/n and steve.
warnings: mentions & indications of sex
word count: 867
a/n: thank you to the person that requested this! feedback is always welcome:)
You stared out your bedroom window impatiently, watching your mother get into her car. It took a while but eventually she backed out of the driveway and you watched the vehicle disappear down the street.
“Okay, she’s gone.” You sighed, closing the curtains and turning around to face Steve. He was lying back against the pillows, quite literally twiddling his thumbs in boredom.
“I thought she’d never leave.” Steve chuckled, motioning for you to come closer. You walked over quickly, getting onto the mattress and straddling Steve’s lap.
“She won’t be back until Monday, so I’m yours for the weekend.” You whispered sweetly, pressing a short kiss to Steve’s lips. He couldn’t help but smile, locking eyes with you before kissing you again. You had yet to sleep with Steve but both agreed that this would be the weekend to do so.
It didn’t take long for the chaste kisses to turn into sensual ones, causing you to reach for the hem of Steve’s shirt. As desperate as it sounds, all you could think about was getting him naked and feeling his skin against yours.
“Someone’s eager.” Steve chuckled, causing you to give him a confused pout. He gestured towards your hips, which were grinding against his jean clad thigh. You immediately stopped; not even realizing you had been doing it in the first place.
“Oh, sorry.” You gushed, heat running to your cheeks as you looked down, avoiding Steve’s gaze.
“Don’t be, it’s hot.” Steve’s index finger titled your chin up so that your eyes could meet his again. He smiled reassuringly, picking you up off his lap and laying you on your back. He found a place between your legs, hovering above you as his lips met yours once more. Steve began to leave kisses along your neck, causing you to grip his arms tightly.
You were so focused on Steve that you didn’t realize the front door to your house had opened. You also didn’t notice the footsteps coming up the stairs and towards your bedroom.
“SHIT, MY EYES.” You immediately snapped out of the trance Steve had put you in, shoving him off of you at the sound of the voice from the doorway. Your head turned towards your bedroom door, finding both Dustin and Lucas standing there, disgusted expressions on their faces.
“What are you two doing in my house?” You screamed, fully sitting up and continuing to fix your shirt.
“What were you two doing just a second ago?” Dustin sassed, giving both you and Steve a knowing look. Steve just sat there on the edge of your bed, cheeks red in embarrassment.
“Answer my question first.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Well, we were on our way to Mike’s house when we saw Steve’s car in your driveway.” Lucas explained. “So we decided to come say hi.”
“We didn’t think you’d be doing the dirty when we got here.” Dustin added, giving Steve another disapproving look.
“We weren’t doing anything.” You groaned, looking at Steve for some help. The four of you remained silent for a few moments, letting the awkwardness of the moment sink in.
You had imagined how this night would go many times; Dustin and Lucas walking in on you was never a part of the plan.
“Oh, hey Y/N!” Your ears perked up at the sound of another voice coming from the doorway. Max walked in with a smile on her face until she sensed the tension.
“What’s going on?” She asked; looking at you and Steve distanced on the bed, and Dustin and Lucas judging you with their eyes. “Oh my god, were you guys-”
“-No, we weren’t.” Steve interjected this time.
“You totally were.” Max shrieked, her jaw dropping in disbelief.
“Alright, you guys need to leave.” You shook your head, pointing to the door. “You just broke into my house and-”
“We didn’t break in.” Dustin interrupted, shaking his head.
“Yeah, we used the key underneath the welcome mat.” Max nodded, indicating that it was probably her genius idea.
“You still need to leave.” Steve groaned, getting up from the bed.
“Why, I mean we’re already here and we probably killed the mood so we should all just hang out.” Dustin beamed, smiling hopefully.
“No we really shouldn’t.” You mumbled under your breath, still wanting to spend time alone with Steve.
“Listen, Dustin buddy. I love you, but Y/N’s right. You guys should get going.” Steve said, patting Dustin on the head. You watched as the kids all began to pout and instantly felt bad.
“Oh, okay.” Dustin shrugged. “Sorry for being a bother.”
The three kids began walking out of your room and down the hall, guilt immediately setting in. Dustin was right, they had killed the mood and you’d probably just end up watching a movie with Steve for the remainder of the night anyway. You also couldn’t help but notice how sad Steve looked as well, considering how much he actually liked having the kids around.
“Wait,” You called after the kids, running out into the hall, Steve not too far behind you. They all turned to face you with hopeful eyes. “You guys can stay.”
“Really?” They all piped up, including Steve from beside you.
“I’ll get popcorn, you guys pick a movie.” You smiled, gesturing for them to run off.
“That’s really nice of you.” Steve smiled, gently grabbing a hold of your hand and pressing a kiss to your cheek.
Got7 reaction to their s/o texting them in the middle of the night simply because they wanted to cuddle ^-^
Waking up to the sound go hi phone going off would make him groan and he would lay there for a minute before finally deciding to look at his phone.
I miss you
I need you to hold me
He’d smile at this, he secretly loved it when you were needy like this, even if it was close to one in the morning.
ill come tomorrow, i have the day off and we can spend it together.
I know but… whats a few hours earlier?
Please I can’t sleep.
you owe me though.
He’d still be awake, the stress of the day and missing you always seemed to hit him the hardest at night. He debated texting you a few times but didnt want to wake you up or make you regret missing him in the morning. So when your name popped up on his screen he’d smile widely.
I miss you… is there any way you could come tonight?
He wouldn’t even respond right away just get up and throw the nearest shirt on.
on my way baby.
Waking up to your texts in the morning were his favorite thing in the world. Waking up to your texts in the middle of the night were not. He’d roll over and groan, still half a sleep. Seeing your name would make him smile, but seeing your message would make him groan again as he sat up on one elbow.
please come over.. i need you to hold me.
baby, right now? its so late and I’m so tired.
i promise to be over first thing tomorrow morning.
but it is tomorrow morning.
too early. ill be there when you wake up and ill hold you all day if you’d like.
okay fine i guess
i looooooooove youuuuuuu
He’d turn back over but now being fully awake he wouldn’t be able to get his mind off of you and would end up in a taxi to your place at 2:30 in the morning.
Like Jackson he’d groan and complain to himself. But he’d groan and complain to himself as he crawled out of bed, grabbed his coat and slipped his shoes on. He’d continue to groan until he was laying down next to you and puling you as close as he could get you, knowing he slept the best when you were clinging to his shirt.
yeah yeah I’m on my way.
He’d be able to tell by the way you were texting him goodnight that you wished he was there. So when he said goodnight and rolled away from his phone he’d find himself even more awake than he was before.
is your front door unlocked?
is your key still under the mat?
don't move, I’m coming over.
The moment you texted him telling him to come over he’d already be slipping his shoes on, but not with ought teasing you about it first.
please come over…
what do i get out of it?
B seriously, Id like to sleep next to you tonight.
id like to sleep with you;)
istg never mind.
babe im kidding, I'm already on my way.
He’d miss you just as much as you missed him, sleeping next to you was something he loved and he didnt ever want you to sleep by yourself. All you’d have to do is send him an audio of you saying ‘I miss you so much.’ and he’d be ready to come over.
When my mum moved out of home, she got herself a Rough Collie she named Jessica Mary Winch (Winch was her maiden name). Recently I have been pining for a Rough Collie, but I don’t know if I could handle a big dog or such a full-coated dog.
Could you please do that love letter prompt with UT Sans, UT Grillby, UT Gaster and UF Sans? I really loved your response the first time.
He almost completely misses it.
It’s sitting on the welcome mat–weird, usually people just put it in the mailbox. Whoever wanted him to see this must have been really determined to catch his attention. Ah, well, no use getting around it. Just another bill or invitation, right? Right. Probably.
So when he turns it over, & sees the little heart-shaped stamp on the front, he’s already amused. Was this meant for Papyrus? No, that’s definitely his name on the back. Huh, he doesn’t get these often.
Then he opens it. Oh, that’s your handwriting. He’d recognize it anywhere. You wrote him a letter, babe? Sweet. Ah. It’s a love letter. Double-sweet. Sure, he’s quiet the entire time he reads it, but it doesn’t mean he’s bored. He’s just taking it in. The way you describe your love for him, your dedication, well. If he could, he’d be a blushing pile of bones.
He plays coy when you ask him about it later. Letter? What letter? He didn’t get a. Oh. That letter. Yeah, he got a few invitations, a bill or two, & this weird little note…from the guys down at Grillby’s. Alright, alright.
He’s kidding babe, thanks for the present.
For a moment, he goes to trash it. It’s scribbled on a napkin, with a lipstick stain on the corner. Probably some customer’s number they left without actually meaning to–that’s his name there. Well, that just makes things more awkward. Until he realizes, skimming the note, that that’s your handwriting he’s looking at. He hadn’t even noticed you’d stopped in.
…It’s sweet. You always did have a way with words, & it’s no doubt about their effect on him. He’s quiet while he reads, but his flames steadily grow warmer & warmer with each flush of adoration & affection that blooms inside him at your proclamations of love. After a moment, he chuckles, folding the napkin & neatly tucking it into his breast pocket.
Sometimes, you can really be too much. But that’s why he loves you.
You have to slide it under the door of his lab. He doesn’t even seem to notice, until you give several quick knocks to cement your action & take off. Only then does he even remotely turn his head from his work.
Oh, a letter. For him? How quaint.
He snatches it up, flips it open, & skims it briefly, expecting something like a request from the king or an excuse from one of his assistant’s about their absence from today’s schedule or whatnot. Instead, he’s nearly knocked off his feet by the scent of florals & sickly sweet words. This is…a love letter.
Oh my. Surely this was sent to the wrong…of course it couldn’t be for…who would even…? Oh, of course! There’s you, isn’t there? He checks the cameras for confirmation. Oh, you sneaky little devil, leaving him such a choice gift without so much as a warning. Now you’ve flustered him.
He laughs & slips the note into his bag, mind racing with the different ways he can get you back for this.
It’s going to be a fun time.
There’s a note tucked under his napkin. His immediate reaction is to roll his eyes & grunt. Probably Grillby trying to get his damn tab paid, again. He already told him he was good for the money, he just needed more time–!
This ain’t a payment notice.
That’s a fuckin love letter. The realization is immediate. He almost doesn’t believe it at first, thinks he’s hallucinating. It smells like sugar & flowers, & the handwriting’s all rosy & gooey. Makes him feel nauseous. Who the fuck…?
He catches you behind the counter, taking your latest stack of trays from Grillby as he sends you on another round. Babe, seriously? You little minx, he can’t believe it. Alright, alright, you got him, the fuck is this about?
He reads it again. Goddamn it it’s too sappy, he’s gonna vomit.
He reads it again. He’s gonna chew you out once you’re home, you oughta know that.
HI there! I'm unsure if this is where I submit imagines and stuff but I really love your Werewolf!Dadsona one! It's so cool! I was wondering if you could write a imagine where dadsona is a YouTuber (you can pick what he does) and the dad's finding out. :3 you don't gotta do it if you don't wanna.
Hi, and yes this is where you can submits the asks. And Dadsona actually being a youtuber would explain so much. Btw I got too inspired.
You didn´t want to tell him. You were not ashamed, you loved what you did. But he went outside and worked hard to pay his bills and you stayed inside, in front of a camera and sometimes earned more than he did. But you knew secrets are best said in a relationship… Unless he comes and finds out by himself. That´s good too.
-You are a vlogger
-Amanda is a highly aclaimed invited star in your channel too
-You also add some reaction videos and challenges here and there
-Recently you´ve been considering doing a special video on the hunt of the Dover Ghost
“Heeeey guys! You good? ´Cause I am” You energetically greeted the camera planted in front of the couch. “So, I know I´ve been sort of absent and there haven´t been much videos recently, but, I have an excuse. Today I´ll be doing a QnA” You took out your phone and began searching for questions send from fans. Bless Amanda for showing you how to use Twitter.
Around half an hour passed with you trying to answer as many questions as possible, alternating from silly ones to more serious ones. The creativity from some questions astounded you. Sadly, you were having so much fun that you forgot that your sweet Bobert was coming over.
“Alright, last question. What is your favorite conspiracy theory? Well-”
“The existence of the Dover Ghost” A scruffy voice said and you let out a manly shriek. Your gaze shot to the doorway to see Robert looking confused yet grinning. “Uh… what are you doing?
“You know… My… job?”
-You explain the whole concept of Youtube and what you did
-Inmediately wants to join in on the vlogs, but he would act all cool and grumpy ´cause he´s Robert.
-He loves it
-Also makes you record all your cryptid hunts
-You do entertainment
-Like… I don´t really know how to put it
-I inmediately thought of Shane Dawson so idk
“Wow bro, what´s all this?” Craig had just come home to see you surrounded by papaer bags with random objects inside.
“Hey, I´m just working on a new video. I went to the dollar store and…” You shrugged while letting out a nervous chuckle. Craig smiled and joined in on the fun.
“Nice” He fished out a can then procceded to spray it around without knowing what would later happen, a catastrophe. You both groaned and waved at the air in front of you.
“What have you done, bro?” Craig turned to you with an offended look.
“Me? It was you who bought it!” You would later thank Smashley for taking care of baby River and the twins staying over with a friend so they couldn´t witness the disaster that were you two.
-You started your Youtube channel since college so… he knew
-When you began, Craig would do constant appearances in your videos
-He still does
-Fans love when you do boyfriend tag/couple challenges
-They also go crazy when River or Amanda do appearances
-You do enterteinment
-Mostly skits tho
-You try to be funny and spontaneous, but not go crazy like some of the younger members of the community
-Your dad bod isn´t up for that
-You never mentioned this beacuse you couldn´t let Brian beat you at the job game
-Brian nor Daisy are into the internet so you´re not afraid of them finding out
You and Brian were watching some random movie that was on and, most importatly, cuddling on the couch. Brian had had a long day at work and wanted some relaxing time. You had just uploaded a new video and wanted to give some love to the cuddly bear. Amanda walked in by the middle of the movie nibbling on a waffle.
“Hey dad, there´s this guy that´s badmouthing you over on Twitter, want me to block him or you wanna say something?”
“Someone is insulting you?” Brian frowned as you began shaking your head. “I can go on… uh that thing and show them not to mess with you”
“It´s normal? What do you mean by ´it´s normal´?”
-You end up having to come clean about yur career
-Brian dosn´t get it, but doesn´t think less of you because of it
-Before being a Rival Dad he is a Supporting Man
-You are an animator
-You love to put up vlogs or if the creativity is high, then create your own little short
-And living with an aesthetically pleasing, beautiful, artistic boyfriend helps with that
-He had seen you drawing a couple of times and complimented your art, but always thought it was just a hobby
-He has also thought about posting some of your art at the Coffee Spoon
-Recently you´ve considered improving your content by adding original music and, who better to complete the job than your talented boyfriend?
You and Mat sat in front of your computer. He was watching your most recent work with a fond smile . You glanced every second to see his reaction everytime the frame changed. This was just so exciting. Once it ended he complimented the work.
“This is really neat (dadsona), I don´t know how you do it” You smiled and waved dismissively. “I bet people would love to see this”
“It´s nothing and actually they already do” He raised an eyebrow. You procceded to log in Youtube and search for your channel. You scrolled down your videos. “This is sort of what I do. For a living. And I´ve been meaning to ask if you could help me”
“But I don´t draw”
-You explained your plan and Mat started getting nervous about putting his music alongside your kickass animations
-Does it in the end and loves knowing he contributed
-You´re a gamer
-Oh yes, the highest status in Youtube
-You have a below average yet faithful community of fans
-It was actually Ernest who recognized you
He didn´t move once he saw you. He just stood still, frozen. Hugo didn´t understand, Ernest was everything but quiet. And he had already seen you, so why was he speechless?
“(Youtuber name)” His voice was barely audible, but you listened right and clear. ´He knows me!´ A smile started stretching your lips and you didn´t try to hide it.
“Woops, I guess I´ve been discovered” You step closer to him and hold out your hand. He moves his stare from you to your hand and numbly shake it. “Nice to offiicially meet you Ernest”
He stammers out a greeting that seems to wake him up from his daze, and then he hides his hands inside his sweater and looks away grumpily. Hugo looks from you to Ernest and back. “Am I missing something?”
-You tried to vaguely state what you did for a living
-Hugo wasn´t satisfied but decided on researching after you went home
-After all that, he was glad that your relationship with Ernest wouldn´t be so horrible.
-You are an arts and crafts/ cook youtuber
-And a good one at that
-Scarily good at it
-You quickly became a must in his bake sales. You just know how to make sweets that not only look great, but taste great.
-You never thought much of it so you didn´t mention it.
One day Christie invited you to bake some cookies with her and Joseph. She wanted to do the same chocolate chip cookies they always did. To change their pace a bit, you offered doing a recipe you had done already but didn´t quite remember. So, you checked the video for reference. Just then, Joseph happened to come in the kitchen to see you watching… yourself?
“Sweetie? Is that you?” You send him a charming smile and made way for him to see. You scribbled down all the ingredients and instructions while Joseph enjoyed the video. Once he ended he turned to look at you with shinning eyes. “Is there more?”
You softly chuckled and nodded, opening your channel´s main page. “Now you know the secret to my baking success”
“I guess. Wow, this is amazing. (dadsona), you could come to church and teach the youths some of this, right?”
-Opens a space at church just for you
-The twins love your channel after they found out
-You are a beauty guru
-And it´s been tough
-At first no one took you seriously, being a guy and all, but with a lot of perserverance you managed to create a name for yourself
-Needless to say, you´ve mastered nail painting, make up, hair stylying, DIYs and costume making.
-And also make a certain young goth that just happened to live in your cul-de-sac, your fan
-You surprise Damien by helping him do his make up and helping him with his hair
-He becomes even more surprised when Lucien suddenly becomes a pro at doing his make up
Father and son were in the master bedroom, the oldest sitting down in front of a mirrior with his hair down and the youngest stood behind him. “Pass me a bobbypin” Damien did a asked and admired as his son started pulling braiding his hair into a crown.
“Where did you learn to do this wonderful hair style?” Lucien throws him this sort of confused face, but answers.
“From your (dadsona)´s Youtube channel?”
-He is bothered you didn´t tell him, but is super supportive and even lets you show him in some of your videos to try out whatever new idea you´ve come up with.
Look I have got nothing against the man, I love big bro and all, but should Ryoma win at all in a hair gauntlet? Among all these ladies who vigilantly cut every stray strand and gents who diligently brush out every tangle of their luscious locks, does his stiff mess, spikes formed by matting (if he hasn't tarnished it with hair gel) deserve the same respect? It's only long because he neglects it. He may as well shave and replace it with a porcupine's tail; it already looks and moves like one.
You and Harry may just go a bit overboard with the Christmas decorations in your new home.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
“Okay, bu’ wha’ abou’ this?” Harry holds up yet another thing of garland, this one had red and green colored acorns strewn within it.
“Yes, of course,” You take it from his hands, placing it in the cart next to the 4 other kinds of garland the two of you had found. “Oh, look!” You rush over to the display of Christmas kitchen towels. “Harry!” You gasp, holding up one that had a cute little reindeer on it.
“I love it,” He agrees so you toss it in the cart. “This one is cute, too!” All in all, you end up getting six different kitchen towels, finding place mats for the dining table that matched as well. “Wha’ do we still need, then?” Harry questioned a bit later after you had found a bit more decorations to add to your growing collection.
“Well, we need something for the couch, a pillow or blanket maybe?” You suggest, thinking about what else you wanted to spruce up the living room apart from what you had already.
“Why no’ both!” Harry rushes over to the display of blankets and pillows. In the end, you even ended up with a new bedding set for the bedroom that was red and white with snowflakes on it.
Every person has two dates on their wrist. One is when they die and the other is when they find their soulmate. What happens if both dates are the same?
Warnings:Angst galore but with a happy ending, I swear!
Hope you guys enjoy, saw this prompt and I couldn’t NOT write the angst. Tbh, I kinda hate myself a little hahaha but it’s HEA, so don’t worry!
Jughead watches the city skyline from the fire escape stairs of his apartment, the smoke from his cigarette blending in with the scenery. He brings it to his mouth, taking a slow drag, enjoying the bitter taste it leaves on his tongue.
He catches sight of the numbers on his right wrist, not really needing to read them to know what they say.
Everyone on the age thirteen wakes up on their birthday with a brand new set of dates on their wrist, the first signaling the day you meet your soulmate and the second indicating the day you die. A little too dramatic and boring, in Jughead’s opinion, knowing when you meet your end definitely changed a person’s behavior… but he might be biased, bitter or both because on the morning of his thirteenth birthday he found out he would die the day he met his soulmate.
Funny, hilarious even. Of course, nothing in his life could ever be simple or easy. No, Jughead Jones and the easy way were complete strangers to each other. It wasn’t easy when his father got passed out drunk every day, it wasn’t easy when his mother had finally had enough, choosing to ran away with Jellybean… and it certainly hadn’t been easy when his father got locked up in jail for covering a murder.
So, when his thirteenth birthday came around, he was excited if not a little wary. Maybe something would turn out right for him. Jughead remembers with clarity the way his heart stopped inside his chest at the numbers, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands because his eyes must be seeing wrong, this had to be a mistake.
The lead weight right on his sternum had made it difficult to breathe as he let his wrist drift to the bed again. It made no noise but Jughead could still feel its phantom echoes on the now empty cavern of his heart.
The world simply didn’t want him to be happy, it seemed. Happy was uncharted. A town from which he’d been exiled, doomed to be forever wandering its edges but never really become a resident.
So, after days and weeks of brooding, Jughead decided to make something with the remaining years he had. He turned all his emotions onto his writing, the words being the only thing keeping him anchored to the real world. People came and went, but words remained a constant.
That’s how two years ago found him staring at his book, proudly sitting on the bookstore’s shelf next to other best-sellers. A genuine smile on his face, a flicker of happiness. Well, at least I’ve made a little mark in history.
His next breath comes out shaky against his will, he knew this day was coming, feeling like this was useless. He had everything ready, all the paperwork indicating that her sister would get everything he ever owned. Detailed instructions about how to proceed with his work were written on the draft of his next book series he had already written, furiously typing into his beaten up laptop, feeling the countdown on his wrist mocking him at every beat.
A part of the profits from his work would go to Fred and Archie Andrews. Jughead doesn’t really speak to Archie anymore, figuring it was best to just save him the trouble of dealing with a dead best friend at the age of 27 years old, but he would never forget how the Andrews gave him solace when he was so lost.
Jughead stays there, looking at the sleeping city that is so completely unaware of the tear that rolls down his face, his last goodbye, the last tear he would shed.
A part of him feels at peace because it all meant he wouldn’t feel hollow anymore, he would not have to wake up and go through the motions of it all, Jughead would just… finally rest. The struggle would be no more.
It’s funny, he thinks watching the sunrise, how much time one could spend talking or writing about it but usually not taking the time to actually witness it. The sky seems to be putting on a show just for him today, as if it’s bidding him goodbye, filled with deep purples, blues and the shade of yellow-orange the sun brings.
He spent a lot of time thinking about what he could do with this day. Considered not going out at all, or just wander through the city… but now that it is here, he’s not sure how to react to his impending destiny. Luckily for Jughead, the roar of his stomach makes the decision for him. He changes into his favorite clothes, a small comfort, but the beanie stays on the box meant for his sister.
The streets look the same. Logically, Jughead didn’t expect anything to change once he died, but he can still feel the resentment towards these clueless people that are just going to keep on living. He scoffs at the sudden bitterness of his thoughts.
He makes his way to this little cafe near his apartment, wanting the taste of their coffee and pancakes for at least one more time. Maybe even get a milkshake.
Jughead people-watches like he usually does as he waits for the traffic lights to turn red again. Thinking back on this moment he will later realize that if he hadn’t been people-watching, he might’ve not seen anything at all.
A little girl, big eyes and brown curly hair, is running. A big smile on her face, too lost in the innocence of the game to realize the light is still green and there’s a car approaching quickly.
“Caroline!” a woman shouts from the sidewalk, eyes wide in horror and the car keeps moving, honking.
If time had been passing slowly all day for Jughead, right now it feels as if it has finally stopped. He doesn’t understand exactly what is going on, but he feels himself sprinting across the street towards the girl before his mind can react. He reaches her, pushing her somewhat roughly out of the way, watching as the little girl falls backwards with a shocked expression, her mother screaming on the background.
Jughead had always been curious about how exactly he would die, if he was honest, and he can’t help but to think about how ironic it is that after knowing this day would come, it still catches him by surprise when the car slams into him.
His chest is on fire and he cannot breathe properly, flashes of faces come and go along the sounds of screaming and sirens. Jughead can barely distinguish words as his body is being pulled into an ambulance, or at least that’s what he thinks they’re doing.
The sound of doors closing and the bumps of the road that make him groan with every harsh movement, the wet sounds of his breathing in the small space. He vaguely notices he’s shivering even if he’s not cold, instead, he feels like he’s burning up from inside out.
Jughead hates the infinite struggle, he wishes he could just die and be done with it. He vaguely wonders why he never considered throwing himself off someplace high. Each difficult breath makes him want to scoff, remembering him of the character he wrote that gets hit by a car. If he has a chance to re-write it, he would because the agony is highly inaccurate to the simple pain he had inflicted. He should’ve George R. R. Martin the motherfucker.
The sudden movement of people lowering the stretcher to the ground, then forward, makes him cough and whimper a little at the pain that causes. In a haze, he’s able to open his eyes for a few seconds, the pristine white of the ceiling and its lights blinding, a flash of blonde hair that catches his attention before he’s unable to keep his eyes open anymore.
It feels like he just blinked but he’s under a blue ceiling now, the lights look closer and a constant beeping noise is making his head hurt badly. He distantly feels his body being moved from one stretcher to a firmer surface. His body feels numb, the wrong kind where you know you should be feeling something instead of nothingness.
His head moves to the side just before a person moves closer to him and even though her face is mostly covered by a surgical mask…
Jughead would like to think that if he ever saw her without all the procedure stuff, he would still be captivated by her big green eyes. They’re filled with life in a way his never were. Shining upon him with an intensity that would leave him breathless if he wasn’t already struggling to breathe.
Her hand finds his way to his forehead, pushing the matted hair back.
“You’re going to be alright.” she says.
Jughead closes his eyes for a second, making tears fall across his temples. Looking back at her, he thinks… I could see myself loving a person with such kind eyes. The thought makes a weird sob sound escape him as he internally curses every deity that participated in putting something so pure in front of him only to tear it away. Only to tear him away.
He wants to tell her something, anything, but he’s too weak. He wants to tell her…
I wish I had time to fall in love with you.
I wish I could’ve seen your face just one time.
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry you were destined to see your soulmate die but damn am I glad you’re here and that I won’t die alone.
You have the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.
You look like loving you would be the easiest thing to do.
I wish we had more time.
He thinks maybe his eyes must be telling her all these thoughts because she frowns and shakes her head a little.
“No. You’ll be fine.” She tells him, voice firm, her eyes leave him to watch at the monitors next to him for a second.
He smiles at her in reassurance, or at least he tries to. He wants to tell her it’s okay, he’s ready for this… he has to.
Jughead manages to looks at her, fighting his heavy eyelids, for a few seconds more before darkness claims him.
He doesn’t get to hear the sentencing long beeping sound.
Heaven is shit.
At least that’s what he thinks, because his body hurts like never before and his brain feels like it’s about to burst out of his skull. Groaning, he tries to move but before he can get too far he feels two small hands on his shoulders, pushing back.
“No, no, don’t get up.”
His opens his eyes at the sound. There, looking down at him is the most beautiful human being he’s ever seen. Blonde hair, peach lips stretched into a small smile and the green eyes he remembers, full of emotions he can’t decipher. She looks like everything he could ever need.
“Hi” she says, voice only above a whisper. He’s suddenly aware of the way her hand surrounds his at his side, the contact anchoring him.
“Am I dead?” he asks, frowning in confusion, voice hoarse. If he could see her so clearly… maybe heaven wasn’t so bad. A sound between a laugh and a cry escapes her lips.
“You…” She begins, but pauses, seemingly to gather strength. “Technically, you did die. Your heart stopped beating… twice. But we managed to bring you back. You’re still in intensive care for a while just to make sure everything is really okay. You have a few broken ribs, a punctured lung and a fracture on your left leg.”
She says, matter-of-factly, as her eyes fill with tears. Jughead tightens his hand around her fingers a little, a spark of something flowing through their veins that makes her gasp. He’s alive and she’s here. It leaves him shocked, all he can do is follow her with his eyes as she fidgets a little, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear. His fingers twitch with the desire to do the same.
“You really scared me back there, Forsythe.” She tells him softly and he internally winces at the name.
“Jughead.” He finally tells her. She tilts her head to the side in confusion. “People call me Jughead. Forsythe is my father.” he explains.
The most gorgeous smile appears on her face, a little amused. God, she’s so beautiful…
“Well, Jughead… nice to meet you. I’m Betty Cooper, I kinda saved your life.” She says and he can already feel the dopey grin paint his face.
Hey, it’s Emily here from MEA3Gaming. After reading through the game theory and matpat tag recently, I decided enough was enough and I was going to finally speak what’s on my mind instead of keeping my mouth shut.
When I saw the Gaster video yesterday, I knew the hate (or what you people call ‘Jokes’) to come was inevitable. It broke my heart before I even clicked on the video to watch it as I knew that he was trying to do something he once loved again but it was only going encourage the people who made ‘memes’ or ‘jokes’ of him last time. However, seeing Mat look so helpless and upset just put the icing on the cake for me. I can already see the anons now raising their pitchforks screaming at me to ‘kys’ (real mature by the way) and that he was ‘being a pussy over the fact that people didn’t find his gift the best’. To the people who are saying this, have you even watched the video? Honestly have you? If not or have a hard job understanding it I can post everything he said in a different post and explain each and every sentence if that helps. For the Sans is Ness theory, do I think Sans is Ness? No, of course not, heck mat doesn’t himself! He made it as a joke, to try something new with his favourite games. In the most recent theory Mat even says ‘Did I in anyway think that this was cannon lure to the series, no. Of course not I didn’t think that Sans is actually Ness, but at the end of the day these are theories meant to get you to think about things from a different perspective.’.
For the Pope video, I was actually extremely proud of Mat. He was asked to give the pope something that represents his community, which is of course games. I’m glad he didn’t just give the pope a flag or something that just have no deep meaning for what he stands for, but something a lot of people within the indie gaming community can relate to. (Before everyone jumps on my back saying ‘It was just a meme!!!’, “Don’t be butt hurt!!!’ just read the rest of the post, even though most of you won’t and will just jump to conclusions like you do with the theories.) For years gamers have been linked to violence (heck as I kid I wasn’t allowed to play any games unless my parents have made sure there was nothing in it) but this game is just a breath of fresh air. Don’t get my wrong I’m not a huge fan of the game in anyway, I understand why people like it its just not for me, but for a lot of people in the undertale community the game are their lives! So why are you all so upset that he gave the pope your favourite game? If someone gave something to the man who I have grown up to loving and being a huge deal within my family, I would be ecstatic. A game no less that breaks the mold of what people stereotypically think of us. But of course some of you find something to gang up on him with. He actually did not talk about game with the pope but rather online bullying, I actually can send you the link if you still don’t believe me or even type out everything he said in a different post from when he spoke to the Pope!
Lastly, the reason why I am so mad about this is the fact that I have experienced bullying, in fact at a young age. I’m not looking for pity, heck it was years ago and I take that experience with me to help others, but I know how crushing it feels. I won’t give details just as it’s personal to me but I was told to grow up and that it was ‘just a joke’. That the names, the taunts, the pushing was just ‘playground banter’, that it was ‘just what happens’ but it’s not. A joke is to make someone laugh, not cry. A joke is to make someone happy, not that they feel like they are useless. So to the people who are still calling it a ‘joke’ just stop for a moment, think about everything you have said and think to yourself what if that was me who was receiving this? What if I woke up everyday to messages saying that I am useless, that I am am unloved. And just grow up and be mature for once, as for people like me who have experienced this first hand, it is something you honestly wouldn’t wish on ANYONE. Sorry it’s so long, I had a lot on my mind and if any of you guys have been bullied or are being bullied, or if you just want to ever talk, you are always welcome to message me.
The bell for The Coffee Spoon rang happily, prompting Mat to lift his head from his book (a yellowing but still quite charming copy of A Hundred Years of Solitude, if he may say so) and see Damien walking in, in all his IT glory, and with a smile that always seemed to brighten up Mat’s day.
It was routine by now, after a couple years of knowing each other and of Damien discovering his little coffee shop. Every morning Damien would walk in, order a kind of tea Mat didn’t remember having, have an entire discussion with him about whether tea or coffee is better, or about certain kinds of music Mat would recommend, and then the goth prince would say goodbye and be off in his way to work. Mat almost felt weird for having memorized their routine and for noticing such little details about Damien every morning, like tiny eyeliner stains on his fingers when he helped Lucien with his makeup or stray hairs falling on his cheeks when he was in a hurry. Yes, Mat was pretty sure he had a crush on him, but he didn’t mind. As long as he wasn’t too obvious with it, no one had to find out.
Other than Carmensita, of course. He just told her the night before. No way he would keep this from her on daughter-father night.
Damien greeted him with a smile as usual, and Mat realized just how hard actually keeping this from Damien would be. The routine started as usual, but just as Mat was about to offer him coffee something went different. He noticed Damien glancing at his hand.
“Everything okay there? You’re…more quiet than usual.” He frowned. Damien snapped out of his thoughts and cleared his throat.
“R-right, my apologies. It’s just…I had never quite paid much attention to your tattoo. Those are…vines, right? And a flower at your wrist.”
“Oh!” Mat pulled up his sleeve. “Yes, this one is a carnation, and the rest up to my elbow are the stems for a whole lot of flowers higher up. I’ll…show you tomorrow. I don’t think I should take off my shirt at work.” Damien blushed a bit.
“Yes, uh, of course. A fine idea.” He pushed up his glasses and finished his rose tea. “Now, I believe it’s time to take my leave. I’ll see you tomorrow, Mat.”
“S-sure! Have a nice day!” He picked up his book again when the bell rang, but Damien didn’t leave.
“Oh and…carnations. Love, right? A beautiful word to carry in your hand.”
“I-it is? Oh, wait, of course! Thanks Damien,I didn’t know that.” Damien smiled and walked away.
After that, their routine changed for good. For a while, at least. Mat would come in for work with short-sleeved shirts to show Damien the flowers, and Damien would tell him the meaning of each one, one per day. Sunflowers, daisies, lilies, dandelions. Somehow, all over his arm were at least fifteen kinds of flowers of varying sizes. Fifteen flowers, and Damien saved the most important one for last.
“A rose.” He said calmly, tracing his thumb alongside the soft skin and lining each petal.
Mat nodded quietly. “Rosa.”
“I love you.” Mat nodded once again at Damien’s words.
“Rosa…really loved them. She told me they changed meaning depending of how many you have and what colors they were. A single one means ‘I love you’, so… that’s why.” Mat glanced down to Damien’s lilac shirt. Noticing…he felt safe talking to Damien about this, about Rosa. For that, he was eternally grateful to him.
He looked up, and Damien was frowning. Soon, though, he smiled again. “That’s a lovely memory, Mat. Thank you, for trusting me with it.” Damien left shortly after, something not quite right with him. The next day, when the bell rang, Lucien came in instead.
“Lucien, what a surprise! Anything I can get you?” Lucien thought for a second, as in realizing something, and nodded.
“Sure, thanks. I’ll have a…godspeed you black coffee, please.” He said, walking forward. Mat turned around to prepare it, before Lucien interrupted him. “Wait, hold on, that’s not what I’m here for. Dad sent me to give you this. Whatever it is.” He turned around and received a small cardboard box from Lucien. A few minutes later, Lucien left to school with a Godspeed You! Black Coffee (‘oh no’ Mat thought. 'I won’t hear the end of it from Hugo for giving him coffee before school.’) and Mat was left alone with the small box from Damien.
Untying the red ribbon on it, he opened it and saw a single white flower inside, with thick, soft petals that seemed to glimmer in the light and that spiraled to a bud not unlike a rose’s. A gardenia.
The next day, Damien appeared once again, apologizing for disappearing the past day and explaining that a server had crashed and he had stayed all morning at work trying to fix it. About to ask about his gift, he noticed the single flower tied to one of Mat’s dreadlocks, just behind his ear.
“Ah, good. Have you perhaps–”
“Yes?” Damien blushed slightly.
“Secret love, isn’t it?”
Damien laughed a bit and leaned down over the counter, taking Mat’s hand and kissing it sweetly. “Indeed it is.” He looked up, face red and nervous smile on his face. Mat believed he had never looked so beautiful.
“Wait, hold on. Have you been flirting with me all this time with your flower meanings?” Mat said with an amused expression, brushing away a strand of Damien’s hair nervously.
Damien laughed, shooting Mat a heartfelt look. “Of course I have. I’m glad you know now.” Mat laughed too.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, then.” He leaned in slowly, watching Damien lean down as well.
“It’s all worth it in the end, dear.” He said, before finally closing the gap.
Oh man I’m sorry for the wait ^^’ I mean, I know it was technically like two hours but whatever. This is my Dream Daddy Secret Santa for @cul-du-sac-kids !!! I really hope you like this~ and again thank you so much for the gift, it was amazing 💕 Merry Christmas and happy new year!!!
Hey hello it’s been a while since I’ve written a preference mainly because I’ve been busy and working a lot and I probably have some sort of ear infection because i’ve had so much chlorine water in the ears isn’t that awful? Also it’s Friday so that’s really nice.
“You’re cold?” He barely had to ask to figure out what was going on. You were shaking from top to toe, the wind was cold in your face and you most probably should have brought a jacket. “You don’t have to give out yours.” You managed to say as he zipped it down but he had another idea in mind. “That’s okay. I know just a way to share.” He was having a secret smile on his face and turned you around so your back was facing his chest. The jacket was huge which made it fit perfectly for the both of you to be in it and he zipped it close. “See,” He hummed against your ear, “Perfect for cuddles and warmth.”
“That looks great on you.” You looked up from focusing on the fabric to see him walk closer to the mirror. He had a warm smile on his face especially by the blush on your cheeks that were spreading. “I don’t know if it’s too much.” You folded the fabric around your stomach and hips, it was definitely tight but also showing your curves. “It’s not.” He admitted and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. “I mean look at you.” He smiled and pressed his lips into your hair, “You look absolutely stunning.” You smiled softly by his words and help your arms against his, feeling his kisses continue down to your neck.
“What is my eyes spotting?” His voice was a little rough but obvious as he came into the kitchen. With sun streaming in through the cracks of the curtain and a happy smile on his face safe to say it was a good morning already. “You’re making me eggs and bacon?” “I think I’m making it for the both of us.” You smiled when he leaned his chin on the top of your shoulder and pulled you closer to his chest. His hair was matted against his forehead and his eyes were a bit tired but it couldn’t compare to his smile. “Seems delicious.” He whispered and moved your shirt up to caress the skin around your hips.
“That’s what I love about this place. It’s so quiet and peaceful.” You turned your head so your cheek were pressed against his, seeing him nod his head in agreement. The view in front of you was so nice, the waves were crashing ashore and you could see the moon reflecting in the midnight water. “Can we just stand here for the rest of our lives?” He chuckled lightly by your question and leaned his head on the top of your hair. With his height it was easy and he took in the warm weather that was still surprising at night. “I wish we could.” He smiled and breathed in everything in life that mattered to him. You.
The rat raises his head and slowly opens his eyes, shaking away the fog of meditation as he does. His second youngest son stands in the doorway of the dojo, shifting awkwardly from one foot to another. The sheer discomfort radiating from the turtle makes Splinter raise his head in concern. “What is it, my son? Did (y/n) leave already?”
Donatello flinches almost invisibly at the sound of your name. “Uh, yeah. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your meditation.”
Splinter shakes his head. “Nonsense.” He gestures to the mat in front of him. “Come sit.” Donatello nods in thanks and moves forward to kneel down in front of his father. “What happened?”
Donatello rests his hands on his knees. “Nothing major, I guess. I don’t think it’s anything I did, but it’s nothing (y/n) did, either.”
“She’s a lovely girl.”
The purple-banded turtle smiles. He knows Splinter loves you, but to have his father express it outright warms his heart. “Yeah, she is.” Thinking of you, though, only brings back the memory of what happened earlier that night. “(y/n) asked me if I loved her, and . . . I’m not exactly sure what happened, but I do know that I messed up.
“What did you say?”
“I didn’t say anything. I think that’s why she left.”
Splinter hums in understanding and sits back. “Well the question you must ask yourself, Donatello, is: Do you love her?”
The purple-banded turtle looks down at his hands. “Yes, I do. Very much.”
“Then why are you afraid?”
Silence rings through the room as Donatello searches for an answer to the loaded-question he’s been burdened with. “How can anyone not be afraid of love?” he whispers.
Master Splinter leans further back onto his heels and smiles softly. “That is a very wise and obscuring question. Are you afraid of the Kraang?”
Donnie blinks in surprise at the question. “Yes.”
“What about Shredder?”
“But does that fear stop you from facing them?”
Realizing the meaning of his father’s questions, Donatello shakes his head. “No.”
“So, why is love any different?”
And at that question, Donatello says the one thing he would never admit to any of his brothers: “You’re right.” As smart as he is, Donatello’s genius can never match the wisdom his father carries with him.
Splinter smiles softly. “I suggest bringing her flowers.”
Donnie chuckles as he stands up. “I will.” Before he leaves, he stops and bows to his father. “Thank you, Master Splinter.”
Splinter nods, watching his son run out of the room and towards the exit of the lair. “You’re welcome, my son.”
I smirked victoriously as I knocked Tony back down onto the floor for the third time, my knee braced against the middle of his back. He huffed in frustration, managing to turn himself around so he was looking up at me, a disgruntled expression on his face. I laughed, tapping my finger against the middle of his chest.
“Come on, it’s like you aren’t trying at all.”
I pushed myself back to my feet, helping Tony to stand before lowering myself back down into a fighting stance, a smile playing across my lips. I loved the days where we all trained as a group, being able to use some of the pent up energy that the boxing bag just didn’t get rid of. Steve had us go over multiple techniques and fighting regimes but hand to hand combat - Like Natasha - was my forte.
“Remind me again why we’re all learning this?” Tony grumbled, stretching out his arms while looking at Steve. We’d been on the mat twenty minutes and while I’d knocked him on his ass a few times already, he hadn’t been able to land even his first hit on me. “Well we don’t all have fancy metal suits to protect us,” Clint replied from the sidelines, Tony glaring in his direction. “Aw Tony, I’ll go easy on you this time,” I jested. “I promise.”
He mumbled something under his breath before getting back on the mat, lowering himself down into the same stance I’d taken, his fists in front of him as he prepared for my attack. I licked my lips, sending him a quick wink before I launched forward, using his outstretched hands as a foot hold, wrapping my leg around his neck. I used my body weight to try and tip us forward, hoping that Tony would lose his balance but I was surprised when Tony leant back instead, toppling both of us onto the floor, his body on top of mine. I would have been annoyed over not being able to see that coming but the look of elation on Tony’s face was enough to send me into a fit of laughter.
“I did say I’d go easy on you I suppose,” I said as Tony helped me back to my feet. “Easy? Pfft,” Tony scoffed. “You didn’t even see that coming.” He ruffled my hair affectionately before stepping off the mats, grabbing his water bottle as he sat down. I turned back to Steve. “Who am I going against now?” “I’d go,” Clint joked from his seat. “But that just wouldn’t be fair on you y/n/n, wouldn’t want it to be an uneven fight.” “Come show me what you got Barton,” I replied, cocking one of my eyebrows. “I’d have that smirk wiped off your face in seconds.”
Sitting on the terrace of a loft that became your home so many years ago, you gaze out into the cloudy sky, enjoying the pitter patter of the small droplets of rain that accompany them. Lightning and thunder roll through the silence of your surrounding, snapping you out of your nostalgic thoughts. An orange tabby kitten stumbles its way to you, wanting warmth and comfort from the weather. You wrap it in your jacket and smile, listening to it purr from happiness.
Now, y'all, as you know, my eyes had been officially opened to the epic greatness that is Richonne once they went cannon. One of the things I had realized after seeing YouTube videos, and scenes, and comments from woke people who knew this didn’t even remotely come out of nowhere, was that part of the beauty of the Richonne dynamic is that Rick does what Michonne says. Period. ☺️
It’s never demanding or forced, I don’t even think they realize it’s happening half the time, but if Michonne wants it or says it, Rick agrees without hesitation cuz they’re just one like that.
So when Jesus asked TF for a few more days to get them supplies, Rick was not in the negotiating mood. Rick tries to remind Jesus he isn’t dealing with no average dude. He wants Jesus to understand that this is Rick to the Grimes and he gets what he wants…unless Michonne wants different. 😋
I loved this 6x11 moment where Michonne calls the shots. To paraphrase, Jesus asks if they can have a few more days, Rick says “We came here for food and we ain’t leaving without said food”, and then Jesus says, “Can you wait just a sec? Our leader is a huge weasel and so I need time to convince him?”. And it seems like this little back and forth might go on forever.
But then the queen steps in.
Michonne, who’s taken a throne seat in this manor, and looks like a queen who’s made herself at home like “the mat said welcome” cuz bump Gregory and his pompous furniture lol, speaks out and says “We can”. And it’s so perfect cuz she says it so cool, calm, collected, and kind.
And it was also so consistent to the very fabric of R&M’s relationship that Michonne would step in and make an executive decision that they can in fact gives Hilltop a few more days. I love that she just subtly nods to Rick, who’s already looking her way, and then she speaks for them cuz they’re a unit. Her diplomatic ability really balances out Rick. And Rick slowly but surely tones down his alpha posturing and agrees to the queens decree lol. 👸🏾😋
And, honestly, can we just talk about how that’s what a real man does? Like a real king doesn’t think he always has to be right, he values the queens input and knows that doesn’t make him any less of a man or authority figure, hence why the two of them are a royal match made in heaven. I digress. 😁
But to the blind eye, some might have thought “Oh he’s only agreeing with her cuz they’re a couple now.” No, honey, Rick’s been listening to and following Michonne’s lead on a lot of things, long before that moment on the couch, and it’s part of what makes their relationship so great and healthy. Plus Michonne knows what she’s doing so it’s not a bad person to have in your ear calling shots.
I love that Rick’s whole demeanor changes and his voice gets softer when he tells Jesus “yeah”. And again, Jesus is observant and picks up on the fact that this tough guy is completely and utterly whipped for this woman and the small smile he gives is the same smile we probably all had watching. Jesus is probably a Richonner now just cuz it makes dealing with Rick easier for him lol.
Like in an earlier 6x11 scene where he looks to Michonne after Rick says the plan and Michonne confirms that what Rick says is the plan. It literally looked like a kid going “Okay that’s what dad says, but what does mom say”. 😂
I’m pretty indifferent about the Paul/Jesus character cuz I feel like he’s too passive but, again, anyone who notices and appreciates Richonne is good in my book lol. You can tell from Rick’s reaction that he initially wanted to keep up his intimidation approach with the Hilltoppers. But of course he chooses her and her approach over his own because he also knows his woman is wise.
And so if Michonne thinks they can wait…
I have a lot of respect for Richonne’s dynamic. I so respect and admire that Michonne is willing to gently and accurately make decisions and help Rick lead so he doesn’t have to lead all alone (and occasionally start a fight 😂 ). And I always respected the character of Rick Grimes but that respect increases even more when I see him respecting his woman and taking her words to heart.
Men, take note of this fictional character lol. Cuz Rick Grimes may be fictional, but he’s also a real one. 👌🏽🙌🏾😋
A/N: It has taken me a while to actually figure out a story for this request. This will be a nice little drabble.
“Alright, Alright Sam let up!” You tap Sam’s arm signalling for him to let you out of the choke hold.
“Come on Y/N, you’ve taken down almost 10 men in less than 2 minutes, but you can’t get out of a single choke hold?!” Sam snorts, pulling you up.
“Well excuse me Bird-Man, it’s not like I didn’t get my butt handed to me yesterday or anything. Was my bruised cheek not a give away?” I swat his arm.
“Did you just call me Bir-” Sam’s cut off.
“And that’s exactly why you need to be training harder today, Y/N.” The stern voice utters standing in the doorway.
“You’re in trouble now…” Sam leans in whispering to you.
“You have got to be kidding me, Steve…”
“I’m not, Y/N you’re doing an extra hour training today. Sam, I’ll take over from here.” He replies never breaking eye contact with you.
“Roger that, Rogers.” Sam snorts exiting the gym glancing at you smirking.
“Steve, it was an honest mistake, I got cocky and thought I could take them all. You already lectured me enough for it yesterday. And I have this nice little reminder on my cheek.”
Steve slowly stalks towards you “Forty Push-ups.”
“You’ve lost your ever-loving-mind, Rogers. I’ve just worked out for the past two hours.” you walk towards the exit, swinging your gym bag over your shoulder.
“Better yet, don’t stop until I say stop.” he growls blocking you.
You glare up at Steve’s towering height, attempting to push your way past him.
Steve sweeps your legs from underneath you, pinning you to the gym mat. “I swear to god Rogers!!” You lock your ankles around his waist rolling him over. “If you don’t let me go!” Steve flips you back over, his blue eyes a shade darker. “If you would just stop and follow directions. And stop being so hard headed I wouldn’t have to do this. Now, stay down and give me forty.” Steve’s body flush against yours, his expression mixed with annoyance and slight amusement.
“Make Me…” Your teeth grit together
Everything happening at a dizzying speed, lips crashing to yours. Trying to steady yourself closing your eyes, pulling him closer deepening the kiss. Steve holds on firmly to your right thigh while steadying himself with his hand by your head.
Simultaneously you both break the kiss, breathless. You try to steady your breathing keeping your eyes closed. He rests his forehead against your’s trying to read your expression
Blushing you gaze up at him through your half shut eyes,“You should make me more often, now drop back down and give me twenty more soldier..”
“Yes ma’am.” he mumbles while leaning back down kissing you.
Okay so, I was thinkin' a Robert/MC request. And it sort of touches down on something more emotionally touching? Him opening up about his feelings and the MC knows its hard for him to do. Maybe toss in some sweet cuddles if ya need but yeah. That'd be totally neato.
This was a pretty tough one, I couldn’t think of anything that’ll get the emotionally touching feeling on so I’ve decided to make a little jealous robert thing if you don’t mind. Hopefully you all like it!
I won’t say (I’m
jealous) Robert Small X MC Daddy
Robert said he
needed to work on emotional things first before committing into any romantic
relationship, which I really respect and I am more than willing to wait till he’s
ready. He’s been going through a lot and I know that as a father you’d want focus
on family matters first. His relationship with Val has definitely improved
these past few months. Also, no more daily dose of whiskey shots at Jim and Kim’s.
I’m really proud of all the progress he’s made. And as promised, I remained by
his side as a friend.
“I like you, I like you a lot.” He said as he held my hand, we were
sitting our tree by the backyard watching guests leave the party we held for
Those words are all
I could hold on at the moment. And if loving him means holding on to those
words for as long as I can, hold on I will.
“You know they’re gonna use things you love against you.”
Y/N- your name
h/c- hair color
Tagging- @wynterrobin (bit different from what I usually write, but I still hope you like it!)
Honestly, I have no idea where this went but I hope you like it.
He watched her take down an initiate without mercy, while she grinned widely at her victory. “You cannot expect brute strength to always be your ally. They bigger they are the harder they fall.” She reached a hand down to the stout initiate smiling at him. “No hard feelings?”
“What’s the point of knocking him on his ass, then asking no hard feelings,” He called, stalking toward the group, grinning internally at the fear across multiple faces. “Don’t tell me you feel bad?”
Eric felt his chest constrict while she stared up at him, no traces of fear on her face. She smiled at him, before turning back to the initiate helping him up. “No, I don’t feel bad. It happens in training. Four, you ready?”
He watched his enemy nod, before he turned back to her. She stepped back to the center of the mat. “Coulter, if you’re not going to help, get off the mat.”
He raised an eyebrow at her, “I’m starting to want you to make me Y/N.”
“I don’t wanna embarrass you Coulter. After all, I was only a point behind you,” She smirked, gesturing for him to move.
“A point which means you still don’t measure up to me. Are you sure you should be teaching this class,” Eric crossed his arms, trying to undermine her.
She still held that smirk on her face and she showed no sign of anger. “The only reason your questioning my authority Coulter, is because you don’t like the way I’m doing things. You think I’m being too soft. You want to fight, but I’m not going to sink down to that. Now get off the mat.”
He held her gaze, while the initiates shuffled nervously.
Eric grinned, before stepping to the side of the mat. One thing he loved more than anything was to try and ruffle her feathers, but he could never seem to get her angry enough. She brushed aside his comments and harsh demeanor never sinking down to yell or argue with him.
“Y/N you take the six and I’ll take the other six,” Four pushed past Eric roughly taking the fearful initiates. Eric sent a glare towards Four, before turning back to the girl who was already beginning her own lesson.
“Alright, get into pairs of two,” She commanded, while the initiates scrambled to get together.
“Shower up, eat and get some rest. I’ll see you all tomorrow,” She called to them while Eric came up behind her wrapping his arms around her. “Must you always be an ass.”
She elbowed him off of her, before walking over to the mat. “You’re not upset at me Y/N.”
“Of course not. I mean why would someone I love keep telling me that I don’t measure up to him. That requires no anger at all,” She sighed, before unwrapping her fists. “I don’t want to deal with this right now. I’ll see you later.” She tucked her hair behind her ear, leaving the training room. Eric rolled his eyes before stalking towards the dining area. He followed behind her seeing her meet up with her friends.
Eric knew better than to get angry when the man beside her threw his arm around her shoulders. He knew that she belonged to him and the man beside her was no competition to him. Mild irritation had him clenching his fists as he followed them. She sat beside the man, shoving his arm off of her with a smile.
“Why don’t you just tell everyone that she’s yours? Ashamed,” Eric heard Max’s voice ask. He glanced at the dauntless leader.
“What is between us stays between us,” His gruff voice, held irritation as he watched the man beside Y/N brush his hand against her side making her laugh. He gazed at her, everything about her he loved in his own way. He would never be ashamed of her, no matter how stubborn and hard headed she was.
“You were never a private person Eric,” Max teased him, while a grin made it’s way onto Eric’s face. “I’m sure many women can testify to that.”
Eric glanced at the women that he had slept with, before he turned his gaze back to the one who captured his cold heart in her warm hands. While he gazed at her, she turned glancing up at him, giving him a breathtaking smile. She stood up, shoving what was left of the food on her tray towards the man beside her. “Duty calls.” He sent a smirk towards Max, leaving him along with the other leaders.
He leaned against the door, watching her ignore him, as she brushed her h/c hair. “I’m not going to apologize.” She continued to ignore him, brushing the tangles. He rolled his eyes, moving towards her wrapping his arms around her. “Do you remember when I told you, that you were my weakness but I loved you anyway.” She stiffened slightly, before her body relaxed against his. She turned around, her hands stroking his cheeks. She stared into his eyes, nodding. “What did you say to me?”
“You know they’re gonna use things you love against you.” Her quiet voice reached his ears. “If they find out.” He pulled her impossibly closer to him, so much so that he could see the different colors in her curious eyes.
“I want people to know you’re mine,” Eric rested his forehead against her’s. He grinned while her eyes flashed dangerously. “And how I’m yours.”
“So you would allow yourself to be with someone who doesn’t measure up to you,” She hissed, stepping away from him going back to brushing her hair. “Do you honestly think that after that, I’d allow myself to be claimed as a possession.”
Eric groaned, slamming his hand on the door beside him. He was back to square one, she set the brush down. “You’re so damn..” Eric hissed back stopping himself.
“Say it…” She glared at him, before she stepped around him. “I’m going back to my room.”
He clenched his jaw, watching her walk towards the door. “You’re forgetting your knife that you sleep with when you’re alone.” She paused, before turning around to face him.
“How did?” He watched her stutter slightly.
“There’s always a knife on your side of the bed. When I work late and you stay over, you always have the same knife clutched in your palm, but when you hear me you put it off to the side.” Eric replied, moving toward her.
“How long have you known that I did that,” She whispered, while he sat on the chair beside where she was standing.
“Since the second night you stayed here,” He watched her, as she paced. “I’m guessing it’s a fear of yours to be attacked while your sleeping.”
She laughed, avoiding his eyes. “Both a fear and a reality, I suppose. I didn’t think you caught on.”
“Of course I did. Hell I thought you were going to attack me while we slept,” Eric yawned holding his hand out to her. “Why don’t you have it while I’m with you?”
She took his hand, allowing herself to be pulled onto him. “Because I don’t need it and you didn’t need extra cuts on your body.” She leaned her head against her shoulder. “You’re not the only one who feels vulnerable Eric.” He held her closer kissing the side of her head.
She moved so she was straddling his lap, he grinned at her while he pulled her flush against him. “You’re mine, so don’t pretend you don’t like it when I tell you that,” Eric pressed his lips against her’s in a searing kiss. “I want everyone to know.”