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Garbage Pail Kids - art by John Pound and Tom Bunk (1985-1988)
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━ 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, oral sex ( r! receiving ), vaginal fingering ( r! receiving ), kissing, making out, hickey's, talk of sex, talk of shitty moms, talk of foster care, mentions and talk of reader and ellie being nervous/having date anxiety, legal alcohol consumption ( they're over 21 ), mentions of drugs ( no actual use ), super fluffy and cute, awkwardness of a second date
𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope/mostly
𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣��𝙩𝙚 - SHE'S BACKKKKKKKKKK, I'm so sorry this part took so long I started writing it yesterday because I forgot about this series but she's here, she's queer, and she's smutttyyyyyyy, part 5 is already being worked on ;)))
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Barely a week had gone by since the shit show of the first date.
So Ellie had took it upon herself to try and fix what had already happened.
But something about this second date was different for both of you. Something had shifted. Whether it was the horrid end to the last one or maybe it was the fact that you would be completely alone with her instead of in public.
Just you two, meaning the only people who could fuck up this chance was yourselves. And neither of your minds let you forget that fact.
To say Ellie as nervous was an understatement.
Her palms were always sweaty, but by God she swore her jeans would have hand prints if she kept wiping away the anxiety onto them.
It wasn't the first date, but the date was at her place. She planned it because the one you'd planned went to shit. Neither of your faults, but she felt she had to make it up.
But now she'd probably ruin it by passing out the moment you stepped through the threshold.
The girl had cleaned her apartment a thousand times. Maybe it'd been more, she'd lost count. Jesse was openly shocked when he'd came to hang out with her two days before, almost positive Ellie had been under the influence from how spotless the usually cluttered place was.
But now Ellie was trying to make it look 'lived in', Dina telling her you'd know as soon as you walked in she'd only cleaned for you.
According to Dina, it was a red flag.
The auburn haired girl found it stupid though, despite listening to the advice and trying her best to make it look natural.
To clean or not to clean. To live, or look like a fucking magazine. What did it matter, if you didn't like her, you didn't like her.
But that's not how it felt, it felt like she was ready to implode every time she even thought of your face. Or how the last date had went, or the fact that you'd be coming to her apartment and be at the door in less then..
"Fuck." She whispered, looking at the time on her phone while she buttoned her shirt up, leaving enough showing to ensure she didn't look like a child trying to wear a school uniform for the first time.
She then rolled the sleeves to her elbows, showing off her tattoo. Soon beginning to start the pacing once more, letting out a few whispers to herself that were filled with encouragement and a shaky tone.
For a moment, she even pondered texting you and telling you that her apartment had spontaneously burned down and that she'd never be able to talk to you again because she was relocating to the most secluded town in Alaska.
But then a knock made her jump, swallowing hard to push back any embarrassing things that might try to crawl out of her throat to fuck with her. Praying the anxious rambling would stay at a minimum.
You waited at the door, rocking back and forth on your heels. Wondering if your outfit was too much, or was it too little? Jeans were enough, right? Or was this too dressy? Should you have decided against flats? But it was an apartment, not a fancy restaurant. You'd probably just take them off anyway.
You didn't get to run away from your thoughts though, the door opening too quickly making you look up with a smile. Trying your best to hide the overthinking.
"Hey." You greeted, voice excited yet soft. Ellie immediately noticing the vanilla scent that practically radiated off of you, like a candy shop. It was comforting, making her relax and her fears calm for just a moment.
"Hey, you look.. amazing." Your smile seemed to get even larger at her compliment, making something inside her flutter. "Here,"
She finally seemed to get a grip, moving to the side to let you in, nearly fainting when you began to look around.
"Your apartment's cute, and you said it was too nerdy." You referenced her texts, stepping forward so that her living room was in sight, looking at the small figurines on her TV stand along with the art on her walls. "I think it's nice."
You turned around as she shut the door, awkwardly standing in the tiny entrance while glancing around, not exactly sure what to do next.
Like you were lost in the middle of the woods, except it was only you two and you'd never met one another. The silence thick for a moments time, suffocating yourself while the sound of her front door lock echoed against the walls.
"Do you want me to take off my shoes?" You broke the quiet first, hating the way it felt on your ears.
"Yeah, if you want. It doesn't really matter." So you did, noticing that she obviously didn't have hers on, instead black socks that went with the rest of her dark outfit.
The entire apartment smelled like faint cologne and another scent you couldn't recognize, you assumed it was her own. Looking at her back as you followed her while she moved away from the door, feeling like a lost child in a new environment.
"Sorry I haven't had anyone over in a long time. Anyone meaning like a date, or... whatever. Yeah, you know what I mean." You grinned, agreeing with her. "Yeah I do. Trust me, it's been a while since I've done anything like this."
On her small coffee table were a few comic books she'd told you about, along with a bottle of wine and two glasses set out and a few other things scattered about neatly.
You sat down, setting your bag on the ground beside you while looking at Ellie. The girl plopping down on the cushion, immediatley grabbing the bottle of alcohol.
"M'gonna be honest, I don't really drink wine but you don't really look like a dark whiskey or scotch type." You giggled, watching her arms flex as she took the cork from the top, pouring the red liquid equally into both of them.
"You drink whiskey?" You asked, ignoring your hot face as you watched her hands grab the glass, handing it to you. "Big fan, Joel mainly got me hooked, he's a bourbon drinker." "By how he sounds, I thought he was a Pink Whitney type." You joked.
Ellie snorted, taking a large drink of the wine while you sipped. Nodding as she pulled it away from her lips.
"Definitely, he's a partier. Gets high on the weekends for fun." You laughed, swirling the alcohol around the glass before drinking some more, hoping it would calm your beating heart.
"The food would be here, but I fucked the order up the first time. Then it said another hour or two like five minutes ago. Dinner rush." She awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck, grinning when you found the statement funny. "It's okay, I'm gonna be honest I thought I was gonna end up super late because I couldn't find my way here, so cheers to that."
You both downed the rest in your cups, Ellie leaning over to pour you some more while also doing the same to hers.
"How's work been?" She asked, the wine bottle clinked as she set it down, meeting your eyes once again. "Boring, besides me and my boss getting into arguments every now and again. He just doesn't understand the demographics these days, he's stuck in the past."
"Old fuck." She muttered, hearing you chuckle while taking a sip. "For sure. Especially with how condescending he is." You rolled your eyes, leaning back as the wine slowly began to relax you.
"How's it been at the shop?" "Oh!" The excitement on her face made you feel the same, laying your head against your knuckles while she set her glass down. "Hold on, I wanted to show you this."
Ellie got up from the couch, walking down a small hallway before disappearing leaving you to enjoy the quiet comfort of her living room.
It was warm, she kept all the big lights off and instead opted for lamps and string lights. The yellow glow reminding you of your own home. You wondered in the moment how Poppy was and if she'd finished her dinner.
You also wondered how long she'd lived alone. And where she'd gotten the pictures she'd hung up that were far from fancy, more like collectable. But they were interesting, especially the few above the TV.
She sounded so shy about her place in writing, almost scared you'd think she was weird. You promised that you would go in judgement free. Besides, it made you feel even more excited to see it, wondering what hers could look like compared to yours.
"New back piece I came up with, guy came in yesterday to get this approved." Ellie appeared in the hallway again, her voice shaking you from your thoughts.
In her hands was a very colorful, thick-looking sketchbook. The couch dipped making you bounce while Ellie flipped through to find what she was looking for.
As she went through, you spotted small sketches of her friends and who you presumed to be Vegas and Joel. There were some others you weren't sure about, a couple sceneries, animals, but then she passed a sketch of Cat, the girl who you'd met on your very failed first date.
A strange feeling entered your stomach, shifting uncomfortably and pretending you hadn't noticed. But you knew that she had known you seen it, choosing not to say a word as she finally found the right drawing.
"It's based off a bunch of scary movies." She let you set your glass down before she handed it to you, allowing you to examine her art while carefully watching your face. "This is amazing. You really drew this?" Slightly stupid question, but it had already came out before you could stop it.
"Yeah, took me forever." Her eyes bounced back and forth between your fingers lightly moving over the pen and pencil marks, and your expressions that subtly shifted here and there.
"That's so cool, especially the ghostface. And I like where you put Sam, Trick 'r Treat is one of the best scary movies ever made. Just saying." You turned to face her, handing her back the sketchbook. Picking up your wine once more and drinking the rest, neither of you noticing how close your bodies had become.
"Thanks." Her cheeks were flushed, a light pink dust that was hard to hide. So instead she grabbed her drink, doing the same thing you'd just done.
"Fuck I'm hungry." You nodded in agreeance, pouring you both a third glass. Thighs bumping while you shifted to sit more comfortably.
"Y'know, you're way too humble about your artwork. That's fucking awesome, and here you talk about your work like you're some amateur." "They're really not that good." You lightly hit her shoulder with your fingers, huffing.
"You're so annoying. Trust me, they are." "Yeah, yeah. How's the book going?" "Ah, changing the conversation, how subtle." Ellie leaned against the back of the couch, playfully swatting her hand at you.
You turned your entire body to the side, facing her, laying your hand on your head while the other held your wine. Raising your eyebrow at her before you decided to instead leave the art talk in the past.
"It's going slow, but writing book is always slow. Unless you're using the power of plagiarism." "Fuck, I used to plagiarize all my essays in high school, if only I had you back then." You scoffed, smiling, "Oh yeah, I was a stellar essay writer. But you would've had to pay."
"What, I wouldn't get a discount?" You shrugged, bringing the rim of the glass to your lips. "Not without something in return." "Oh... I see how it is." "Can't have nothing reduced nor free in this world, Miss Williams. Gotta survive out here."
"Hey, m'not judging." She put her hands up in faux innocence.
"What were you like in high school?" Shrugging, Ellie took in a breath, eyes wide before you both began to chuckle.
"Dork. I was such a dork, and I was a closeted lesbian who had no idea what I was feeling. I dressed like a twelve year old boy on top of that, so I was closeted to... myself? It was pretty fucking obvious."
"Oh God.' You covered your mouth, Ellie hiding her face with her free hand. "Oh my fuck, I can't believe I had friends. On top of that, I was just getting out of foster care." "Geez, that had to have been such a shit time."
She nodded, finishing her drink and moving forward to set it down before returning back to her old position.
"It helped though, when Joel took me in. I had somewhere to go everyday. Going from house to house, family to family, fucked up my shit."
You moved a piece of hair from her face, tucking it behind ear while she talked. Staring forward, and around the room, but not at you.
"We ran into each other a few times before that. I'd fuck with him, make fun of him. He kind of... took me in on accident, like a stray dog, even after I drove him insane. But it helped both of us."
"You guys sound like you have a pretty good relationship."
"It was rocky, for a minute there. Angsty fucking teenage shit. But we're good now, really good."
Her gaze finally settled on yours, spotting the softness in your irises. Trying not to smile to herself when she seen your own small one dancing on your lips.
"What about you?" She watched you take in a deep breath, biting on your lip while looking down.
"My mom is... a piece of work. We're not really the greatest when we're together. She's gotta be the better one in the relationship, the one with the upper hand every time, the one to get the last word. Y'know what I mean?"
Ellie shook her head.
"I went no contact after I turned nineteen, I just couldn't take it anymore. My dad, he understood even if he wasn't the best along the way, they're divorced now, my siblings understood too. But for a while my other family didn't get it. That was until she couldn't target me anymore. Fuckers."
"She sounds..." "Like a bitch?" "Just a tiny bit."
You rubbed your face with your hands, letting them fall into your lap.
"Yep. Mother dearest." "So sweet."
You grabbed the bottle again, filling up both the wine glasses. Taking your own and handing Ellie hers.
"Alright, enough of the sad shit. Truth or drink." Ellie laughed, shaking her head while adjusting her entire body parallel to yours. "What are we? Thirteen?" "Yes, I get to go first."
Ellie motioned to you, a silent 'go ahead' while glancing at her phone that had lit up from a notification.
"Have you ever done any drugs besides weed?" "Yes, not telling what though." You brought your legs up, sitting criss cross on the couch. "Boring. Your turn."
"Are one night stands normal for you?" You made an indescribable noise, shaking your head. "Nope. Not usually. You're one of the firsts. Despite my drunk confidence, you were actually probably only the second or third."
"Well shit, guess I'm special." "Fuck off, my turn."
You thought for a moment, swishing the red drink around and around.
"Do you stay friends with all your exes?" Her mouth dropped while you cackled, taking a drink just to drink while giggling to yourself.
"C'mon, Cat literally introduced herself as your ex. I have to ask!"
"I don't, promise, she's the only one and technically I don't think of her as a friend." "What do you think of her as?" "First of all, that's two questions. And two, an annoying date ruiner." Ellie drank for no particular reason, looking at you with a curious face as your amusement calmed.
"What happened between you and Ava, or whatever the fuck her name was." You choked, looking up at the ceiling as you thought of how to word your response.
"Anya. Just didn't work out, she was about as bad as my mother. But at least my mom leaves me alone now. She also cheated on me, like, a lot." "Fuck, man, that's horrible." "I know right?"
You both seemed to realize you were answering and drinking, taking a sip at the same time while you thought of a question. Biting the inside of your cheek.
"Why do you have a sketch of Cat?"
"Walked myself into that." You nodded, "Yep."
"Forgot I did. That sketchbook is old, I just found it a few weeks ago, wanted to use the rest of the blank pages." "Hmm... bet you were her knight in dull armor."
Ellie flipped you off, grabbing the half empty bottle while then filling the cups, not caring about it being equal or a small amount, it was clear the end of the night was far from over.
"Nah. Got another girl in mind." "Is that so?" "Right, my turn."
Ellie went quiet for a second, her eyes running over your face a thousand times while you just stared back. Letting her come up with her next question.
"Last person you had sex with?"
You didn't hesitate.
"You."
"Oh really?" She whispered.
"Mhm."
"And how was that?"
You shrugged, taking a large drink of the wine.
"Not bad. Would probably do it again, great service."
You hadn't realized that her hand had settled on the knee closest to the back of the couch. Her fingers moving to run up and towards your thigh, you now also realized how close she was, your ability to see every individual freckle on her face seemed to give it away.
"My turn. Last person you had sex with?" Ellie faked thinking for a second, tapping her finger on her cup. "Umm... right, you."
"Really?" "What? Do I give off a different feeling?" You nodded very widely, downing the rest of your wine. "You give me nerdy fuckboy vibes." Ellie coughed a laugh, her grip on your thigh tightening.
"No fucking way." "You bet. It's kind of attractive. Unless you're a fuckboy cheater, and not the fuckboy hot character in a romance novel. That's not attractive." "Right, there's a difference." "Obviously."
You let your fingers run along her knuckles, still feeling her grasp on you. Nails running up and down her wrist. Watching your own movements.
"M'gonna be honest, but only because I'm wine drunk." You were tispy, but when it was wine it was different, everyone knows that. And something about it made you want to tell her, a flirty confidence, something you sure wouldn't have if you were sober.
"You were like one of the best." "Better than Anya?" You snickered, humming. "Yeah, way better. But I dunno, that liquor was a lot stronger than the wine, some of its a little fuzzy."
Her warm palm moved inwards, your own hand ending up on her arm. A tight, pulsing feeling entering the area between your legs making you want to squeeze them shut.
"What? Want me to remind you?"
You moved your shoulders,
"Depends, how much do you want me to remember?"
A second passed, wondering if she'd make a move or if she was waiting for you to do so. But all your questions were quickly answered when she drank the rest from her cup and grabbed yours. Clumsily setting them both on the table before turning back to you.
She grabbed your face, pushing lips against yours so suddenly it pushed you backwards. Your entire being welcoming her in when you kissed back, tasting the berry flavored drink on her tongue paired with the feeling of her soft lips.
"Ellie.." She cut you off, kissing you again, letting your hand run through her hair and undo any style that she had. Nails raking against her scalp when she grinded her hips against yours, a light sound passing your lips.
Her touch was less rough than the first time, her sensual caresses never going unnoticed.
"Marks or no marks?" "Deja vu much?" "I had to ask."
You smiled, letting your thumb run over upturned line of her mouth.
"Whatever you prefer."
She moved back down, kissing even deeper than she had before. Hand cupping your ass while she pushed into you, burying you into the cushions, her other arm keeping her body above yours.
Her lips moving down to your jawline, teeth lightly grazing your flesh as she made her way down to the collar of your shirt.
Ellie's hands then slipped under the bottom of your top, harshly tugging you forward making you laugh, grabbing her shoulders to keep yourself steady.
"Go ahead."
She didn't wait either, pulling it off your body and throwing it off somewhere. Lips meeting the valley of your tits, your bra keeping them perfectly pushed up for her to see.
"You're so fucking pretty.." Your breathy laugh made her smile, moving her knee to the middle of your legs while her mouth met yours again. Her fingers messing with the button of your jeans leading to the sound of the zipper coming undone.
"Sit up for me." You listened, lifting your hips and feeling your pants disappearing in just a swift movement.
"Someone's impatient."
"Fuck, if only you could see yourself." She whispered.
It sent your mind into a frenzy, shy under her watchful eyes that scanned your body, wanting to remember every detail she didn't care to look at the first time.
"I could say the same about you, pretty girl." Her blush darkened, noticing the way you sat up to take your bra off, throwing it away before you grabbed the hem of her shirt just as she did yours.
"Your turn." Silently, the girl ripped her top off, throwing it away. Looking down at your fingers undoing her bottoms, yanking her towards you by the waistband and giving her another kiss.
"Lay back." She muttered, kicking her jeans onto the floor, moving backwards to put herself between your legs. "Please.. please just fuck me." "Since you're asking so nicely."
Fingers hooking around the band of your underwear, slowly dragging them down your thighs, her nails tickling your skin. The sight of your wet cunt drove her insane making her spend no time getting rid of the garment.
Her warm tongue then swirled around your clit, a strangled gasp escaping your throat, your hand slapping over your mouth to keep yourself quiet.
"Oh my God." "Remember that?" She teased, not letting you answer when she sucked roughly on the small bundle of nerves. Moving your hand over your tit, the other threaded itself in her hair.
"Mhm! Oh fuck- Ellie I-" Your legs tried their best to squeeze around her head but she wouldn't let them, pushing your thighs down keeping you perfectly spread for her.
"Fuck you taste good." Ellie removed one of her hands from your thigh, two fingers prodding your hole making you unintentionally let out a loud, girly moan.
"More please.." You squeaked out, but she could barely hear you, seemingly getting the message though when her two fingers dipped inside. Pushing against your favorite spot while reaching deep inside your cunt, kissing your clit as she entered.
"Ellie!" She kissed the inside of your thigh, going back to circling your bud her tongue again.
You swore you were seeing stars, head digging into the couch while your back arched right off the cushions. Your belly tight, legs going numb as your entire body tingled.
Nails digging into her scalp, her arm keeping your hips down by keeping her arm wrapped around your thigh.
She didn't go slow, fingering you as deeply and quickly as her stamina would allow. Fingers running along your gushy walls, and this time she actually got to enjoy it.
Enjoy how you squeezed around her while she slipped a third finger in, sitting up slightly to push her knuckled even deeper. Never letting up, your wet sounds going unheard of by you surely but complained about by her neighbors.
"You close babe?" You nodded profusely. "Uh huh, fuck." She wouldn't slow down though. "You gonna cum?" "Yes- yes- please- oh fuck!"
Your hand moved over your mouth again, keeping your whines to a low volume when you let go, Ellie's hand wrapping around your wrist and tugging it away from your face.
"Oh my God!" You all but screamed, shaking as you came against her tongue, her pace never stopping. Instead her fingers sped up, a loud squelching sound then entering your ears as the fuzzy cotton feeling left your mind.
Coming down, you felt empty when her fingers slipped away, rubbing your clit lightly while her face pulled away. Lips glistening with your cum, her tongue running over them while you watched.
Ellie moved to then kiss the area on your lower belly a few times, moving up to do the same to your lips. It took you a moment to kiss back, brain still scrambled but eventually you did so, grabbing her cheeks to keep her there.
"I..." Your chest moved up and down quickly, Ellie nuzzling the side of your face as you tried to catch your breath. Entire body shaking lightly while your mind raced to run at the same pace as the rest of you.
The silence comforting unlike it was earlier, no longer awkward or shy, it was comfortable. It was becoming familiar to you, you liked it.
You liked it a lot.
The moment was interrupted though, a knock at the door then made you both jump, the girl gripping you close while looking up towards the front door that was out of her sight.
"I'll be right back, okay?" You nodded your head, finally meeting her eyes. "M'kay. I have money-" "I got it."
She kissed you again, running her thumb over your cheek.
"Be right back."
"Are you sure? I can do the tip."
She sat up, pulling her shirt back on as quickly as possible, another knock coming from the door making her yell out.
"I promise, besides, there's always next time."
"That's what you said last time."
"Fuck, that sucks, already got my wallet."
"Oh my God, Ellie."
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linnnn hellooooo <333 i got my septum pierced on saturday and its soooo cute but i cant smush my nose into my teddy bears like i usually do when i sleep😔😔😔 or do anything with my nose tbh :/ and it tickles A Lot
also cant help thinking about aaron being soooooo frowny when you get a septum piercing because he cant kiss you how he wants :( of course he can give you many careful kisses, being careful of squishing your healing nose but he's sooooo pained one tipsy evening </3 jack is at his aunt's and you and aaron decided to drink a bit and when you two get tipsy, you're sooooooo kissy and it's always messy and sloppy and your noses are always smushing against each other but when you lean up to give your aaron as sweet wine flavored kiss he holds your chin steady to give you a soft kiss :( you whine because you wanna make out with him!!!!!!!!!!! and he hums "lovey, your septum is still healing, we've gotta be careful" and you whine and settle for his sweet soft kisses because you love how much he cares for your nose and how it heals :')) <33 when it finallyyyy heals, he of course buys you some more cute jewelry and is sooooo happy he can bring back his other, less soft kisses!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! cries i luv he :')))
hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii jess-jess 🥰🥰🥰🥰 EEEEK!!!! i’m glad the piercing went well, WAHOOOOO!! 🥳🥳🥳 i bet it’s soooooo cute!! i hope the healing is going well and speeeeeeedy so your teddy bears can resume being Smushed 😌❤️
PLSSSSS 🤭🤭🤭🤭 aaron was soooooo sweet and supportive when you were getting the piercing done <333 letting you squish and squeeze his hand to your hearts content and murmuring how brave you are even when your eyes get a little teary 🥺🥺🥺 aaron is so sad that he can’t kiss you like he wants to :((( he would never ever want to hurt you so of course he’s going to be so careful with you but :( he loves kissing you :( it feels like it takes foreverrrrrr for your nose to heal :((( and there are so many times when you forget that your nose is sore and you Smush your face against aaron’s chest or into a smooch and ending up in a fair bit of pain or! sneezing a million times in a row because your piercing is ticking your nose 🤭🤭🤭🤭 but!!! as soon as you’re all through with your healing, you and aaron plan a little date night on a night when jack is going to willifer’s house where you guys are gonna get all cute n dressy and drink some yumyyyyyy wine before you make out foreverrrrrrrrrrr 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 and aaron keeps murmuring against your lips how much he missed you which of course makes you giggle like crazy because it’s not like you guys haven’t at all, you just haven’t been able to kiss like this!!!!! but you missed him too so its okay 😌😌😌🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗
#jess!#he’s not sure what kind of jewelry to get you so he just buys everything he thinks you’ll like 😌😌😌😌😌#and you giggle because he got you enough that you could basically change your jewelry every day AKDHSKSJSKAK#he’s so silly!!!!!!#i love he :((((( so bad :((((((#.hotch#aaron.hotchner#aaron hotchner x reader
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Sometimes, I obsess over season 5-6, because...from Dean's POV, Cas just upped n' left.
And there's just...so much stuff in 6x01. His neighbor Sid haunts me.
Dean is grieving and prickly, and he sits with Cas in the silence for hours as they drive together.
But then: Cas likes being called Heaven's new sheriff, and he's leaving, and--
So, Dean's ugly hurt feelings come out, and--
DEAN: Wow. God gives you a brand-new, shiny set of wings, and suddenly you're his bitch again.
...
DEAN: Well, you really suck at goodbyes, you know that?
Cas struggles for words, licking his lips nervously, not entirely sure what's he done to upset Dean so badly. (He was trying to be funny, be lighthearted and indulge Dean’s “sheriff” talk!)
Aside// I love how freely they talk here. Very quickly, they move into an emotionally charged conversation. Dean freely releases his true feelings about the situation, something he will soon have to bottle up in suburbia.
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I'm not special. I'm not even a friend. The Apocalypse is over, and Heaven's done with me. Cas is done with me. I lost Sam. That was the mission my father gave me. I want to die. There's no purpose left in my life.
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And then, we move to Dean in early season 6, and we see him spending a lot of time with his neighbor, Sid, who shifts from moment to moment, representing everything from Dean’s old life. (Sam, Bobby, John, Cas--all rolled into one.)
And Sid seems genuinely nice. He and the neighbors seem to tiptoe around Dean, alerting Lisa of his mental state, as if they know he's emotionally fragile.
Dean even looks out across the street into Sid’s window, like he’s looking in on their married life. Perhaps, he’s wishing they were his mom and dad, or Sam n’ Jess, or Bobby n’ Karen—because in being in suburbia, he feels sundered from his extended family.
Dean seems to feel like an outsider. (It’s strange, too, like he might even be longing for what Sid and his wife have with each other??? We get Sid buying Dean beer followed by Sid bringing his wife a glass of wine. He loves Lisa. He wants to be connected, but he’s struggling.)
And here, in the bar scene, Sid’s wearing a dressy button-down. SID: "I've been buying you beers for a year:" -- SID: "You're practically respectable." -- SID: "Wow! Every time. What is it with you?" -- DEAN: "It's like chicks dig unavailable guys."
This is not just about the waitress who scribbled her number on Dean's receipt. It's about Dean himself.
He digs unavailable guys. He's missing his old life, his family, his brother, and...the unavailable soldier, Cas.
It calls to mind Dean’s later lamentation to Cas, “I was there. Where were you?”
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Later in the episode, the manifestation of his subconscious refers to Cas as "sugar."
Azazel: Yeah, kiddo. The big daddy brought your pal Cas back, right? So why not me? Add a little spice to all that -- that sugar.
DEAN shoots AZAZEL.
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And then, when Sam returns, Dean is chomping at the bit for news of Cas:
Dean: What do you mean you don't know?
Sam: I mean, no idea. I-I'm just back.
Dean: Well, was it God, or -- or -- or Cas? I mean, does Cas know anything about it?
Sam: You tell me. I've been calling. Cas hasn't answered my prayers. I don't even know where he is.
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Poor Dean.
At home, he's hypervigilant, checking everything, and staring out across the yard at Sid and his wife, which shifts to become echoey specter of John and Mary, as they die.
Sid brings his wife a glass of wine, a bit of a higher-class parallel to how Carmen brings Dean beer in season 2’s What is and Should Never Be. (Also, Sid was buying Dean alcohol earlier. Now, he treats his wife.) They smile at one another, and then the djinn strikes.
Sid grabs a CHAIR on his way down. His wife grabs a LAMP. "Dean, they're already dead and you know it."
There's just something about it.
His old life and longings are reflected in this Sid character, morphing from moment to moment. He feels disconnected--he misses Bobby, he missed his little brother, he wants a friend who's unavailable, and he wants his mom and dad to be safe and alive and happy. He wants an integrated life.
This strange, incomplete happiness feels like exile.
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•Perfect American Family•
Summary: The Colonel tries to host a family friendly interview, wanting to capture the Presleys as the “Perfect American Family.” It becomes utter chaos, from boyish ugly shorts, to a broken little piggy toe.
Major notes: Reader and Elvis have made a family of 3. Children of the dear couple are Aaron Jesse, Rosemary, and Jackson (pronounced “jag-sin” tho) Aaron is 15, Rosemary is 13, and Jackson’s 11
Warnings: the colonel, ugly clothes, stereotypical American family through the colonel’s eyes, yelling, throwing things, running amok, and injury to a baby toe.
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“What’s wrong with our image now?” Y/N raised her brows and look up at the colonel, back at Elvis.
“Oh nothing, nothing, nothing! It’s absolutely extravagant! But I just want America to see how extravagant your family is. Mr Presley?” Colonel puffed his words out in a quick, puff of smoke, then turning to Elvis for a little help.
Elvis nods and glances over at Y/N, “Yeah hun, we just sit on down, talk a little, and show how wonderful You, the babes, and I are. It’s all there is.” He smiles a warm reassuring one and walks over to the colonel, squeezing his shoulder.
“Exactly, all that America needs to know is that you are a perfect, normal, human family.” The colonel nods, waving his fat hand about, that wedges a thick cigarette between.
Elvis laughs and nods over to him, putting up his hands reassuringly, “trust me, we are a perfectly normal family. What else would we be.” He snickers and looks over at me, and I just shrug and hum, “mhm.”
“Oh, and they’ll be coming over here.” Th e colonel perks up over his shoulder. I raise a brow and clear my throat. “Oh? A-and what should we wear?” I ask in genuine curiosity and confusion.
The colonel nods and pats Elvis’ shoulder, “my boy, tell your woman there is nothing to hover over about. I have that all planned out. Just be ready for tomorrow. I’ll take care of everything.” With that, the colonel disappears into thin air just as the vampire he is.
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Before you know it, you are all propped onto the living room couch with sour faces that cannot be mistaken. Youre standing behind the couch with Elvis, with Aaron and Rosemary sitting on top of. Everyone all seems pissed, waiting and steaming. You’re wearing a tacky pink skirt that goes to your ankles, and a white apron tied tightly behind, with your hair pinned up, also being assigned to hold a spatula. Aaron huffs in his red jersey and game uniform, holding a foot ball in his arms with his hair slicked back too neatly for his own damn liking, looking like some know-it-all-jock. Rosemary, seems pretty flattered, wearing a blue dress with white gloves and her hair in her shoulders, curled neatly. Let’s not forget Mr. Presley behind you, huffing and puffing with the ridiculous outfit chosen out. He stands besides you wearing a black suit, his hair tucked tightly and neatly under a dressy hat. But then again, where’s Jackson?
Finally the camera people walk in, along with the colonel. While the interviewers seat themselves and prop up their equipment, Colonel walks over with a huge and impressed smile, holding his arms out. “My, my, I couldn’t even recognize any of you. ‘Specially Aaron.” Colonel grins, and Aaron frowns up.
“Colonel, My damn family and I don’t wear this on a daily basis. What are you tryna put us up for? A-a damn doll set or sumthin? It looks like I’m going to a funeral while my family looks like they’re dolls to a toy set!” Elvis huffs out, and you and the kids know definitely to set back.
“Elvis, calm down. I am only trying to promote the “Presleys” as America’s idol family is all” The colonel speaks out in a rush. Elvis snaps back and shakes his head, “we look like crackies off the damn streets!-“ The colonel immediately claps his hands and ignores Elvis’ complaints, finding a new subject to escape to. “Uh, Where’s your boy Jackson? The camera’s are to roll, and if I recall correctly, I remember you had two sons.” The colonel tries to laugh off, but closes his lips and looks to the camera people.
“Aaron, grab your brother please. It is not time for any nonsense.” You whisper down to your eldest son who immediately gets up and runs upstairs to grab him. While that, the interview starts. A couple hello’s and small basic questions pass, Elvis answering with a frustrated and embarrassed tone but keeping piloted.
Then you hear the rumbling and tumbling, Elvis pays no mind, just wanting to get this over with while Rosemary and you look to the stairs. Jackson running around, shrieking while Aaron tries to catch up.
“Mama! Daddy! Look at these shorts! I am not wearing this!” Jackson screams about, Aaron rolls his eyes and seats back with us. While Rosemary and I shake our heads and whisper yell, “Jackson, sit your behind down!”
“No! Look at this!” Jackson makes a mess anywhere he goes, then running in front of the cameras. Elvis takes action and yells, “Jackson sit your ass down!” Elvis and Jackson then go about, taking turns complaining about their clothes and screaming at eachother. The cameras only watch with smirks and snickers, while Rosemary rushes to yours side and tries to smile and save the day.
“How about let’s make some all American-pie?” She smiles a crooked-smile, and I nod along. Then Jackson steps on a reporter’s baby toe, gasps and screams only adding to the chaos and noise. The colonel only watches with wide eyes and fleets the scene, his cane wobbly in hand.
You groan and hug Rosemary to your side, watching Elvis tug at his suit and scold at Jackson, while Aaron stomps and throws a near tantrum like a little boy.
This will be a huge mess to clean
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Author’s note: Imma be honest, this was rushed…and I’m not proud. It looked way better in my head (like most of my works do) oh goodness. But I just wanted to get this blurb out. I’m trying to clean my drafts before Christmas 💀
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Jesse. Jesse listen to me. You only need FIVE shoes in your rotation. Something for everyday, something skinny, something dressy, something chunky, and something special. That's all you need, Jesse
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Do you think you could do a part 2 to the BRE x reader where the reader works at the cafe ?
Dinner and a movie || The BRE x Reader
Summary: After a few more flirty encounters at the cafe you're invited to dinner and a movie at the BRE house. Cafe crush part two.
A/N: I think I have an unhealthy obsession with Jess's accent...
As you closed up the cafe after your shift you still feel the remnants of butterflies in your stomach from the flirty encounters you'd had with four very special women over the last few weeks. Little did you know, these encounters were leading up to something more exciting.
As you were about to lock the door, you looked up to see Shayna, Charlie, Mia, and Jessamyn approaching. Your heart skipped a beat as they greeted you with warm smiles.
"Hey, there!" Shayna's voice was as smooth as ever.
"We were thinking," Charlie chimed in, her eyes twinkling mischievously, "since you've been feeding us amazing coffee for weeks now, how about we feed you dinner tonight?"
Your surprise must have shown on your face, because Mia chuckled. "That's right. We want to treat you."
Jess, who had been quiet so far, stepped forward. "Yeah, it would be great to spend more time together outside of the cafe."
With a little bit of hesitation, you agreed, exchanging numbers with Jessamyn to receive the address. After closing up the cafe, you headed home to get ready for the evening.
In your apartment, you stood before your closet, contemplating what to wear. The evening seemed casual but special, so you opted for a comfortable yet slightly dressy outfit. Once satisfied, you got dressed and took a deep breath before heading out.
Arriving at the address Jessamyn had texted you, your heart pounded as you knocked on the door. It was Charlie who answered, and her welcoming smile immediately put you at ease. She led you inside, and the warm aroma of cooked food filled the air.
The table was beautifully set, and your eyes widened at the spread before you. Shayna and Jess had prepared a delicious dinner, and the dining room felt cozy and inviting.
Conversation flowed easily as you all sat down to eat. You learned more about each other's backgrounds, interests, and even shared a few laughs. Shayna's stoic demeanor was softened as she shared amusing stories, while Jessamyn's southern lilt made you feel at ease.
After dinner, you found yourselves lounging on the couch. A movie played on the television, but your attention was on the lively conversation that continued. It was like you had known each other for ages, and the laughter and connection felt genuine.
As the night grew later, you found yourself leaning back against the couch, surrounded by the BRE members. The movie's audio faded into the background as you exchanged stories, opinions, and even some playful banter.
At one point, Shayna draped an arm over the back of the couch, her fingers brushing against your shoulder. Charlie leaned in closer to share a funny anecdote, and Mia playfully teased Jessamyn about her occasional deadpan humor.
The evening was perfect, and you couldn't help but marvel at how comfortable you felt with these incredible women. It was as if your connection had been instant, and you were grateful for the chance to get to know them on a deeper level.
As the night came to a close, the clock ticking past midnight, you knew that this was just the beginning of something special. You exchanged goodbyes, knowing that the bonds you had formed over the course of the evening were genuine and promising.
Walking back to your car with a heart full of gratitude and excitement, you couldn't help but smile. This unexpected night had turned into a memorable experience, one that you would cherish for a long time to come.
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Neapolitan Pt. 10
Welcome to Pt. 10. You can find the masterlist for the first nine parts here.
I’m going to put this in here - I do not know any of the gentlemen of GVF. This is a piece of fiction, through and through. Jake is just my blueprint to a very interesting character to me. A muse if you will.
Pairing Jake (switch) X fem OC (switch), Danny X fem OC, Sam X fem OC
Content Warnings: Adult situations and language, verbal fighting, mean girl warning, a bit of sex, not like that last piece *whoo boy*, just hints. OK - so not outright sex, but the start of sex. Just a …
Word Count: approx. 3400 - a shorty bridge to the next part, but a lot happens in it.
Pt. 10
Violet was walking up to the door when it flew open to a wide smiling Joshua with flowers tucked in his hair and a drink in hand. She held up two bottles, one of whiskey and the other of vodka for the festivities. She also brought Sam another care package from the garden. She wore her softest sundress that hit above the knees and had a flutter skirt that just felt right. Dressing it down with a pair of flops, she did not want to feel out of place if anyone had gone either direction - too casual or too dressy.
Josh twirled her around, his eyes sparkling extra bright. Violet chalked it up to his time with Max. She wondered if he ever came across fairy goddesses enough to keep him satisfied. Jake walked straight to her, a smile on his face. His eyes told her he was already slightly tipsy.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he breathed as he leaned in to kiss her and take the bottles.
Two sets of eyes were watching from the deck. She brought her attention back to Jake as he set the bottles on the counter. Sam loped in from the beyond, a huge smile on his face.
“For me?” he asked as she held up the bag of goods like she was his dealer. After looking inside, he kissed the top of her head. “Looks fantastic, Sunny girl!”
The two ladies on the deck did not move, though the blond looked like she wanted to move to see what was going on. Jake had moved around her, his hand tugging at hers. Josh had boogied through the room on his way outside. She let him lead her outside to which the dark haired lady barely looked at her, opting for her phone instead. She was surprised to see Danny tucked away at the grill, his back to everyone until the guys spilled out, boisterously bringing him into the party.
“Hi, Vi!” he called, waving his tongs in the air at her.
“Hey,” she called back with a smile and flirty sing-song voice.
Josh, it seemed, was the permanently designated master of ceremonies. He introduced Calli, the dark haired one, and Jessie, the blond. Calli looked unimpressed, while Jessie stood and shook her hand with a smile. She seemed kind and open, while Calli was obviously threatened by anything with a set of tits. Vi made a point of backing off a bit.
Sam pulled out a chair for her to sit while he was explaining that Vi was an incognito surgical nurse who worked with babies. She corrected him by saying her patients were birth to eighteen. Jessie was genuinely taken by the idea and was asking her questions about what she had done and where she was. Jake stood at the grill with Danny while Josh and Sam entertained the ladies. Calli kept shooting daggers in her direction, while Jess carried the conversation with them. Being a physical therapist, she could get into deeper discussion that left the rest of them behind with rather confused looks on their faces.
Jake moved behind her with a hand on shoulder when Jess asked if she was returning to Madison, to her work. Vi had news to share, but wanted to tell Jake first, before the others. Her stomach flopped, knowing that she did not need to share the reason why she had returned home. The guys obviously knew to a degree, but…
“I won’t be returning to Madison, no,” Violet said before taking a drink.
Jess smiled, but Calli rolled her eyes. “Anyone who would come here to stay on purpose is out of their minds. The damn flies alone are enough to drive me insane.”
With a swipe of her hands, she stood, grabbed her drink and moved inside. Jess looked dismayed while the boys just continued on. Violet looked through the glass door and saw the woman literally sat, alone, at the kitchen counter with her nose in her phone. After the awkwardness wore away, the conversation continued on with a much lighter mood.
Seeing that Jess’ drink was empty, as well as her own, she stood and took their empties to refresh them. Jess followed her inside, both being slapped with the frosty presence of Calli.
“What did you have here?” Violet asked as she moved to the bar, holding up the woman’s glass.
“I have no idea. Josh mixed it up,” she laughed as her hand brushed Calli’s shoulder.
Violet drew in a dramatic breath. “Okay, let’s fix that right now. What do you like? Sweet? Sour? Fresh?”
“Sammy said you tended bar. I bet you have quite the list that you can make,” she said moving closer. “How about something sweet and fresh.”
“Oh,” she said, her eyes darting to the counter where Sam had laid out everything she brought from her garden. “This may take a few minutes, but totally worth it.”
She poked around the kitchen, finding a saucepan and the sugar. She started in on a simple syrup with basil leaves. She discovered lemons on the far counter that she squeezed them into a glass then threw the rinds into the syrup mix as well. The smell in the kitchen was lovely as she worked. She grabbed the shaker from the bar and got it ready with ice. Straining the simple syrup, she combined it with the lemon juice and vodka. The noise from the shaker drew Sam and Jake inside with curious smiles. She sugared the rim of a highball and gave the concoction one more strain before rolling up a small basil leaf and dropping it inside.
Jess took a sip and her eyes just lit so beautifully. “Damn, that’s good.”
“Vodka Basil Smash,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. She poured the rest for herself after holding it up to Calli who just shook her head without making eye contact. “You boys want some?”
Calli snorted. Jake side eyed her as Sam reached over to taste Jess’ drink. She wound up making one for everyone, except for Danny’s other half who once again distanced herself in the sitting room. Danny looked like he was at a loss. Jake retreated with him back to the grill to finish up while Sammy and Jess danced around together putting together sides. Josh was keeping Violet company at the deck table, his hand smoothing across her neck and shoulders.
“I didn’t know that Danny was into mean girls,” she whispered to him when no one was listening.
“Bitch is holding on way too tight,” Josh commiserated.
Dinner was laughter and giggles and outright roaring, despite the coolness that held firm on one end of the table. Though she did try to chill Danny, she was unsuccessful, much to his girlfriend’s displeasure.
Jess and Violet offered to clean up, but the guys would not hear of it. They shuttled them out onto the deck while Jake and Sam tackled the dishes. Calli reluctantly joined them when Danny and Josh said they needed to make a quick run to town. She grumbled that town was too far and it would be hours before they got back. Violet kept to herself, though the comment that perhaps her boyfriend was running away with reason was dancing on her tongue.
Jess was talking about something in her practice when Calli sighed heavily. “There’s got to be something other than work to talk about. Not that there’s much to do with that one,” she remarked sharply.
“What’s that now?” Violet asked, setting down her glass of water.
“Come on, Violet,” Callie said, her voice low and calm like she was trying to be intimidating. “Jake has a type and you certainly fit it. All tits and ass and you are only around to fill time. I don’t see the point in parading his piece of candy around expecting us to like you just because you are his flavor of the week.”
“Calli,” Jess said sharply, her eyes angry.
Violet tapped the wood knot on the table before her. Glancing at the brothers in the kitchen, she smiled. Clearing her throat, she kept her voice low so as the boys could not hear. “Calli, I’m going to say that it has not been a pleasure to meet you. You have an adorable, loving man that you treat like a piece of shit and you will lose him when he realizes that you have zero power over him. I do hope I see that because it’ll be a fucking awakening the likes no one has seen. As for me, I’m taking Jake home and ruining the both of us for as long as I’ve got with him, and I’m fine with that.”
Jess’ eyes popped and she tried to hide a smile as Violet stood. She lifted her glass of water and started to turn towards the door. She stopped for a moment, looking at Jess. “Jessie, I’m so glad I met you. I hope we cross paths again.”
“Nice to meet you too, Violet,” she said with a wave. “I’d love to have smashes again!”
She smiled as she walked into the kitchen, pulling Jake by the shoulder to turn him. Her hands landed on both sides of his face as she pulled in for a hard, long, deep kiss.
“Whoa there, Sunny,” Sam said with a grin.
“I’m taking this one with me, Sammy,” she cooed. “You okay with that? Because I really don’t care if you are or not.”
“I got you, Violet,” Jess said as she walked in. “Get out of here.”
Jake laughed as she pulled him along. “I don’t know what happened, but damn.”
“Just hope it doesn’t take a bite out of your punk ass, pretty boy,” she teased.
Getting home, they sat on the deck for hours. Her time was slipping away and she did not really care. Just to have him in the deck chair next to her, looking up into the sky was enough for the time being. His phone started vomiting all sorts of alerts. After the tenth one from Josh, he rolled his eyes.
“Someone better have lit the fucking house on fire,” he grumbled as he looked at the screen.
He was silent for a long time. Violet wandered into her kitchen for more water, leaving him alone to figure out the chaos that was his family. She just hoped like hell it was not about what she had said to Calli. She did not want to cause strife, but the woman was just hateful. This was Danny’s family and there was no reason for her to be so … She did not even have a word to describe how the woman was towards such a man. Then the notion of it being family related kind of struck her and she turned her thoughts to hope that it was not something truly awful. She slowly returned to the deck, the night was thick with humidity and it looked like it was going to storm early in the morning as it typically did in late July.
“Hey,” he said, taking her glass of water for a sip.
“Everything okay?” she asked, sitting back down.
“Sure. Everyone in the house over there is trying to survive the absolute barroom brawl that you have started with Calli,” he said with a smirk.
“Sorry about that,” she said with an unsure smile.
“Whatever you tossed down, Jess has picked that shit up and threw it back at her. Sammy said he’s scared of her now,” he laughed. “It sounds like Danny will be taking her back to Grand Rapids in the morning.”
“Oh,” she said in a tiny voice. He raised an eyebrow to her as a way of question. “She was just being so mean to Danny all night. I don’t care what the hell you call me, but she was just icky to him.”
“Wait, was she picking on you?” he asked, his eyes pinched like he was mad.
“She did not want to interact with me since I was just your tits and ass flavor of the week. Apparently that makes me not worth her time.”
He snorted a laugh with a shake of his head. “More like five weeks of your beautiful tits and ass, but whatever. Danny is furious over what happened.”
The thought of seeing that man actually and truly angry sent a shiver through her. “I will have to bring him something in apology-”
“Oh, not with you. She’s been complaining about being here the entire time. Everything that Danny has been happy about up here she’s just shit on. I think this is finally it.”
She nodded. “Would you be upset if I say let’s just go fuck like rabbits and leave my chocolate until tomorrow?”
The smile that tugged at his mouth made her melt. “Is that what you want? I mean… I was really hoping to have that piece bit out of my ass and all.”
She playfully swatted him across his chest. “And here I’m thinking all I am is a Jake whore, so what does it matter?”
He grew still, eyes on her mouth. “That is not what you are. That’s not what you’ll ever be to me,” he said quietly as he brought his eyes up to hers. “It may be what I am for you though.”
“You’re my whore?” she breathed as he brushed her hair over her shoulder to reveal her neck.
“Absolutely,” he said leaning in to kiss the skin across her collar bones. “Fuck me like one.”
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Violet did not realize that she had not closed the black out curtains when she opened her eyes in the morning to find Jake on his stomach, arm thrown across her middle, face nestled in next to hers. The way the light bounced on the skin of his back was beautiful. He was beautiful. It made her heart feel bruised and happy and sad all the same time. He made it so easy to care for him in so many ways. It was going to hurt to say goodbye and she knew it and wanted to protect herself from it, but she was very aware that she would never turn back from their time. She had two weeks…
He shifted in his sleep. His fingers tightening on her skin as his mouth kissed the shell of her ear. “I want to stay right here all day,” he whispered, sending shivers through her.
His phone chimed with a text from Josh. She started to move, but he pinned her down. “What if it’s something important?”
He grumbled. “It’s just Josh. He texted earlier. He’s riding with Danny and what’s her face,” he answered.
“What if they hit a deer?”
“They did not hit a deer.”
“What if they hit a bear?”
“They did not. Stop it.”
The phone chimed again.
“What if they -”
He lifted up. Eyes narrow. Mouth drawn in a hard line. Her brain fuzzed over at the sight. There was something so right when this man could glare so damn sexy at her.
“What if they threw the queen over the bridge on the way out of town and are waiting to have breakfast?”
His mouth crashed into hers as she started laughing. He slipped his hand under her ass as he moved between her legs. Her jaw dropped open as his hand found her already soaked and the hum of his discovery struck her core in that so right manner that nearly sent her skating out on the edge before they had even done anything. The phone chimed again and she just laughed all the harder.
His eyes flared wide open as he reached over to grab the phone. “Fucking cock blocking son of a bitch mother fuck,” he growled as he opened the phone. “He better be fucking dead or dying or Danny has an arm missing or something.”
She started to move, but he pinned her with his hips, slipping into her to lock her into place. He tossed the phone down with a frustrated moan before he started to move within her.
“What the hell was it?” she asked as he bent against her.
“He wanted to know if we were fucking yet,” he said, slamming his hips into her.
“Goddamn,” she groaned as he pulled one of her legs up against his chest, setting a rhythm that nearly broke her in half.
Showered, breakfast on the deck, kitchen cleaned and Jake relaxed beside her, Violet decided it was time to voice her news. This was a goal years in the making. She had reached it once, so to be able to be approached again, especially after the way she had to decline the first time…
“Okay, out with it,” he said, pulling her close. “It’s not filthy, whatever it is, but it’s been there for a few days now.”
She smiled against him. “I had an offer come to me Monday. It’s an organization that sends surgical teams into areas where there is no access to care for those cases that cannot be delayed. They want me to be a part of a pediatric team, of course.”
He was quiet for a long moment, his eyes thoughtful. “So, you’d get to go to places where you would be most needed?”
“Yeah. I mean, I will be moved around and fill in where I will be needed with different teams. It’s kind of a trial run to see if I can fit in with a particular team that I would then travel with,” she explained. As the words were coming out, she could not contain the excitement she had for the program. She had applied to this group every year for five years. It was an outreach program that was actually her goal when it was presented during college.
“Wow,” he breathed, his brows pinched as he was thinking it through. “That’s truly amazing. Why didn’t you say something last night - we could’ve celebrated.”
She shrugged. “I just wanted to share with you. Besides, it was kind of a minefield with the ice queen holding court.”
The smile that lit his face was beyond her. He was truly happy for her. He kissed her gently before sitting up and sliding off the chair.
“We’re going to have to celebrate, you know this right?” he said, pulling her up to him. “When do you go?”
“September first,” she said with a nod. “I’ll work in increments. Out in the field for six months, break for three months, train recruits for three months. I get to go right to field work since I completed the training two years ago.”
“Why didn’t you go then?” he asked, his head tilted and his face serious.
Violet swallowed. That was one of the first big events that should have told her that things were not right. Tim did not want her to go. He was afraid that he could not be faithful and tethered to someone who was away for that long. He had framed it like she was trying to punish him by putting her career first. Her eyes drifted closed.
“Jesus,” he cursed, pulling her close once more. “If I ever cross paths with that motherfucker, I’ll have Danny beat him up.”
She paused, looking at him with a confused look. “What?”
“I’m not that big of a guy. I know where my lane is,” he joked. “Lover, not necessarily a fighter. Although, I probably could knock the piss out of him with the guitar pretty good.”
“You’re so full of shit,” she laughed.
“This is amazing,” he said, twirling her around in a shuffle dance. “I should go home and put something together…”
He stopped, eyes rolling up to the sky.
“What?” she asked.
“Ew, no,” he laughed. “Sammy and Jess are probably fucking across every inch of that place right now. I’m not even-”
She swatted his ass as he turned from her. “How is that any different that us fucking across every inch of this place?”
“I choose not to be subjected to his fucking,” he laughed harder. “Our fucking is beautiful. His is just gross.”
She laughed as he bent to kiss her. “Do you think anyone would want to celebrate tonight? I mean, after the trauma of last night, I wouldn’t mind putting it off…”
“Fuck that. It’s gotta be tonight. Otherwise, I’ll lose you for another week.”
“Okay,” she relented and he kissed her sweetly. “But then I get my chocolate for dessert.”
“Wouldn’t miss it.”
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Chrashley, “It’s not too cliche to propose to someone on New Years, is it?”
Ashley didn’t like surprises – anyone with half a brain could see that. They made her jumpy, or jumpier than usual anyway, and all you had to do was say ‘Hey,’ in just the right way, and there’d be this moment where her eyes got big and round with worry and her lips would press together hard, and…well, suffice it to say she wasn’t the sort of person who enjoyed having stuff sprung on her.
Which was why Chris had gone to such lengths to telegraph exactly what was going to happen tonight. Repeatedly. And as unsubtly as possible.
“I mean, think about it! Blackwood’s a long trip, sure, but it’s sort of the primo spot for partying it up. And you know it’s the kind of place where you want to take a million pictures. If there’s, y’know, something worth taking a million pictures going on at the time,” he’d said when Josh’s invite had come through, doing his best to suggest through facial expression alone that there probably would be.
And when they’d stood in front of the closet, picking through hangers and dragging the suitcases out, he’d not-so-casually suggested that it was a New Year’s Eve party, and New Year’s Eve parties usually called for swankier dress than normal even if it was just a bunch of friends hanging out together, so it maybe made sense that they pack something dressy for the big night. Just, you know, in case.
He didn’t think he’d ever used the words ‘big’ and ‘special’ and ‘important’ more than he had in the week leading up to the party, and even then, that was blown out of the water by the way the rest of the gang leaned into it once they all made it to the lodge.
For God’s sake, Josh had winked – actually winked! – when he’d pointed out the room they’d have for the weekend, repeatedly referring to it as ‘The Honeymoon Suite,’ and if that wasn’t coming right out and saying it, then he just didn’t know what was.
No, Ashley did not like surprises, so this? The proposal? It was not going to be a surprise. Chris had made real sure of that.
…or so he thought.
“Are we taking bets on who falls asleep on the couch first?” Ashley asked, half-frowning into the vanity mirror as she struggled to get an earring in. “Because I’m pretty sure Mike’s been drinking champagne since breakfast, sooo…he’d be my bet.”
“Are you kidding me? I’m not touching that bet. It’s always Mike who passes out first, guy’s a lightweight. I mean…” Chris allowed himself a joking chuckle that dissolved into a (mostly pretend) grunt of effort as he heaved his suitcase up onto the bed, unzipping the pocket where he’d stashed the ring in its plush little box. “Not that anyone’s going to be falling asleep during tonight’s party.”
“Oh no?” She threw him a sly sidelong glance through the mirror, the curve of her smirk telling him in no uncertain terms that she knew, and she knew that he knew she knew, and that this thin veneer of obliviousness was just as exciting for her as a real surprise might’ve been for someone else.
Which was probably good, all considering.
“Nope, not tonight,” Chris said. “Big night, after all. Lots – ” Oh no. Oh no. “ – going…on,” he finished lamely, struggling to keep his smile believable as he reached deeper and deeper into the pocket, and there was still no ring to be found.
Wrong pocket. Had to be.
“Should I…change the bet, then?” she joked as she finally got her earrings fastened, turning instead to finger-combing her hair. “Um…okay, who do you think starts the first totally pointless argument? About, like, the definition of pigs in a blanket or something?”
“Ah, someone remembers the great cheese debacle of 2021, it seems.” Chris made a point to position himself so his back was to the mirror so Ashley couldn’t see his panic as he tore through pocket after pocket of the suitcase. This wasn’t possible – it was not possible. The ring was…nowhere. “I still think Jess raised some good points.”
“Like what?”
“Orange.”
“Just because something is orange doesn’t make it cheese, Chris.”
“Uh huh, but if you hand me a cube of something orange, the fact remains I’m going to go ahead and assume it’s cheese, Ash. Therefore, good point. Besides, you know as well as I do – ” He started going through the main section of the suitcase, then, overturning each piece of clothing, folded or not, “ – Sam muddied the cheese waters by bringing up things like rice milk and oat milk, and whatever pea protein is.”
Ashley laughed again, and if she had any idea of the panic threatening to start him flailing like a Muppet in a windstorm she didn’t let it show. “Oookay. Well, at the risk of opening up that debate again…”
“Velveeta is perfectly acceptable as cheese. So is American. Cheddar! What do they all have in common? I ask you.” Already knowing what he was going to find, Chris went back to the first pocket, trying to feel around for any holes in the lining with his fingers. “Answer? Orange. Still totally Team Jess on this.”
“Maybe I’m just bad at picking bets.” The lodge’s floors were old enough that the boards creaked as she walked over from the vanity, taking all the surprise out of the arms wrapping around him from behind, not to mention the chin resting on his shoulder. Had he thought there was any shot he’d find the ring hiding there, Chris might’ve playfully nudged her away, but…
But who was he kidding?
He wasn’t going to find that ring.
In fact, the more he thought on it…the more he sort of remembered…not…packing it. At all.
The suitcase’s zipper bit lightly into his palms as he braced himself against it, heaving a sigh. Oh, Ashley was in for a surprise tonight after all, it seemed. “Do you think it’s cliché to propose to someone on New Year’s?” he asked, only barely covering his tracks as he added, “Or like, y’know, a holiday in general?”
Behind him, Ashley went still, and had he not known her as well as he did, he might’ve thought that sudden stiffness meant shock. It didn’t, though. No sir, no ma’am, the way she tensed up like that really only meant one thing: Thinkin’ Mode had been engaged.
At least something was getting engaged tonight.
“Oh, totally,” she said, peering over his shoulder with a puzzled expression, her eyes moving over all his rumpled clothes. “I mean, that’s when everyone expects it the most, right? Holidays, vacations, um…other people’s wedding receptions. Those are sort of the textbook proposal cliches, aren’t they?” Then she lifted her head from his shoulder, quickly adding herself, “But just because something’s a cliché doesn’t mean it isn’t good! I mean, um, things get to be cliches for a reason, and that reason is that, well, people like them, so…”
Chris drummed his fingers against the suitcase, giving in and turning to meet her gaze. “So you’re saying I should definitely, definitely pay Emily off to make sure she throws you the bouquet in a couple months, huh? That what I’m hearing?”
She snorted a quiet laugh, her earrings jingling as she shook her head. “Okay, I’d like to amend my earlier statement: It would be a cliché to propose at anyone other than Emily’s wedding reception. That isn’t a cliché, that’s a death wish.” Ashley kissed his cheek and squeezed him tighter. “But just FYI? You know I’ll say yes whenever you ask me, Chris. Cliché or not.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that,” he joked, leaning into her kiss.
A knock at the door had them both turning, but Josh didn’t need anything as paltry as ‘permission’ or ‘acknowledgement’ to let himself in; since it was his family’s place, that probably made sense. “Much as I hate to ruin this precious moment,” he grinned, showing nearly all of his teeth when Ashley stuck her tongue out at him, “Sammy and Matt sent me to grab you, Nancy Drew. Something about you having the – ”
“Oh shoot!” She sprang up from behind him, dashing to the nightstand and grabbing her phone, her movements made awkward by the unfamiliar shape of the dress she was wearing. “I told them I’d send the recipe…crap! I…okay, I’m just gonna go…help. That way they don’t have to smudge their phones.” Ashley paused long enough to tip her head back and meet Chris in a kiss before hurrying out of the room – she very pointedly turned away from Josh as he puckered his lips and bent towards her in the doorway.
“I won’t take that to heart!” he called after her, waiting until she disappeared around the bend and ostensibly started down the stairs to turn to Chris. “Judging by the look on your face, Cochise, I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say someone chickened out.”
“Chickened o – you know, I don’t appreciate your tone.” With his hopes already squashed that his disappointment wasn’t written clear as day across his face, Chris shot Josh a haughty look, praying he could do what he always did and cover his embarrassment with a bad joke or two. “For your information, sir…I’ve just been informed that it’s cliché as hell to propose on a holiday. Now, that sort of theatrical behavior might stand for you, and it might appeal to you, but for more exacting individuals such as Ashley and myself, it – ”
Josh listened to him silently for a beat, his eyes doing that thing where they scanned his face for any sign of weakness. When he found it, he didn’t wait. “You forgot the ring back home.”
“I forgot the ring back home,” he admitted immediately, hanging his head over his ravaged suitcase. “But…but…it’s fine. I’ll just. Y’know. Wait until Valentine’s Day.”
“Oh, that’ll definitely be less of a cliché than New Year’s Eve,” Josh nodded. “Good idea. Stellar, really.” Then, proving once and for all he was nothing if not a schemer, he pulled something out of his pocket and lobbed it Chris’s way. “Doubled back when you guys were loading up the car,” he explained. “I don’t know about cliches, Cochise, but I do know you’re predictable, so…”
It took him a second to realize what he was holding even as he looked down at it, but when it finally clicked in his head, Chris had no choice but to hustle over to the door, pulling Josh into a bone-crushing hug. “You’re a lifesaver, man!” he said, stuffing the ring and its box safely into his own jacket pocket. “A life. Saver!”
“You say that now,” Josh smirked. “But this is allllll going in my best man’s speech, just you wait. Now go on, break a leg. Between you and me? We’ve all got a bet going on down there, and if you don’t chicken out, I’m taking those fools to the cleaners, so you better get that kneeling knee ready.”
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We might have an issue with your cunt wifey but I doubt it now
James
Yeah lol hun don’t I’ll have you and your bro killed lol
:)
Love ya Jess
Love that part where Leo kills Pisces and your greasy poor blonde ass
Dressy, good for you lol
He couldn’t even brush his teeth for Anastasia
You dumb bitch
Don’t even.
Well jesss, you already know you’re dead so screw you
Long as you star out of my space
../ but you can’t
You and your cunt spouse will learn babe
Andy’s mad cos nick has a bigger cock
Nick will have you but he’ll fuck a head of lettuce
Really I swear
I love being more real than my exes exes
Lmao
That’s mean kinda but y’all stop
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Jesse Thorn's description of corduroy might be the best I've ever read. In an address to the Corduroy Appreciation Club (a club dedicated to corduroy, which is perhaps the only thing whiter than the cloth itself), he said:
For a thousand years, corduroy has stood for what is right in our lives. Intellectual rigor. Fresh air. The comfort of a crackling fire. It is a fabric as forgiving and enduring as our spirits at their best. [...] Corduroy is a fabric built to take on the world. Tuck your corduroy trousers into your boots and feed the pigs. Roll up your corduroy sleeves and bring in the harvest. Put on a corduroy field jacket and go outside to build something. [...] Corduroy is the fabric of living.
You can (and should) read the whole thing here. It's great.
Of course, every coin has two sides, and for every positive association we have of corduroy, there's also a negative. The cloth is seen as fusty, old-fashioned, and worn by those who are hopelessly out-of-touch. See: every movie about an English Lit professor, who's often wearing a threadbare, ill-shaped corduroy sport coat to class. Never mind that professors don't actually wear corduroy in real life. The fabric is a way for directors to communicate something to their audiences, much like how dark shirts with suits are used to identify made men in mob movies.
It's that down-to-earth, out-of-touch character that makes corduroy such a great fabric for tailored clothes. In an age when wearing anything with long sleeves can be seen as dressy, a corduroy sport coat is one of the few ways you can wear a tailored jacket without looking like you put too much thought into clothes. Wear one with khaki colored chinos and soft, brown suede shoes. As the fabric naturally wears down and bags over time, it'll only feel and look more comfortable.
I have a corduroy sport coat from Steed I've been wearing a lot (actually, it's a suit, but I mostly wear the pieces as separates). It's made from a dark-brown, mid-wale cord from Hunter & Winterbotham's Eskdale bunch. I've been liking it so much that I'm thinking about getting another. Maybe something in a soft olive or that dusty tan Matt Damon wore in The Talented Mr. Ripley. Voxsartoria also has something made from a really nice, rich mid-brown.
For ready-to-wear, you can turn to SuitSupply for something affordable. Brooks Brothers also has something every fall, although their products shots are sometimes a bit misleading (they often style jackets a bit too small on their models for some reason). For something jauntier, check out this double breasted suit from Eidos. A corduroy DB might seem a bit daring, but you can hardly go wrong with this fabric.
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The Choices We Make (Tom Hiddleston x OFC) Chapter 16
Series Masterlist
Chapter 16
“Are you really not telling me where we are going?”
Cassidy continued to flip through her maternity dresses on her side of the closet. Without knowing where he was taking her or what they were doing, it was impossible to decide what to wear.
“It’s a secret for a reason, baby.”
Glancing over, she found him leaning against the doorway with a content smile on his face as he found her in just her bra and panties, still picking out an outfit after taking the time to style her hair and makeup. When he had suggested an afternoon date today on their way home from work yesterday, she had no clue to expect from him on this Saturday afternoon.
“Well, unless you want to spoil this surprise of yours, you will tell me what to wear, Hiddleston.”
Stepping inside to wrap his arms around her, he reached out and flipped through the articles in front of him.
“Hmm, I’d say either the flowy floral one or the yellow one. Whichever you prefer and feel most comfortable in, darling.”
Between the two, she picked the floral one and slipped it over her head before turning for him to zip up the back for her.
“I’m honestly surprised you didn’t pick the black one that’s slightly lowcut and tight around the middle.”
Now that she was dressed, he turned around and pulled a white dress shirt from a hanger to go with the dark jeans and boots he was sporting today. Slightly dressy, but not over the top and too formal for the special day. He rolled up the sleeves as he made his way back into the bedroom.
“That one is for my eyes only, love. If anyone is checking out my girlfriend, it’s going to be me, and me alone.”
After spraying her perfume, she fluffed her hair in the bathroom mirror and held up the diamond necklace he had given her for Mother’s Day for him to clasp for her. Over the last few weeks, more of her things had been moved into the master bedroom. The items and clothing she wasn’t using during her pregnancy stayed in the guest room for the sake of space.
“So, this isn’t a private date then, huh? Keep talking, babe. I’ll get the secret out of you.”
His eyes widened as he looked at her over her shoulder in the mirror and turned a little shy.
“On that note, shall we, my love? We have a reservation to keep.”
Grabbing her clutch from the dresser on her way out, Tom was hot on Cassidy’s heels as they headed down the stairs and out the door to his Jag.
“I still don’t get how we have a reservation at 2 o’clock in the afternoon, Thomas William. What do you have up your sleeve?”
He held onto her upper thigh as the Jaguar roared out of the drive and headed towards the venue he had been direct to take her to.
“You will just have to wait and see, baby girl. Now I’m not answering anymore questions, or you will get me to slip up and ruin the surprise. Just sit back and enjoy the day, Nichols.”
With a sigh, she turned up the radio and smiled when Tom started belting out the song that was playing and gave her thigh a squeeze. A few minutes later, they pulled up outside of a building she didn’t recognize that looked closed.
“Are you sure this is the place, Tom? They looked closed.”
Still careful to not say a word, he gave her a wink and climbed out of the car to open the door for her. Opening the door and allowing her to walk in first, she was met with darkness. Just as he stepped inside and closed the door, the lights flicked on to reveal a room full of beautiful pink and blue decorations.
“SURPRISE!!!!”
The room was full of familiar faces as she took in the faces of Tom’s family, Jess, Mia, Jennifer, Melissa, Benedict, Sophie, Luke, and a few other friends and previous costars and crew members the two had become close to over the last few years. Off to one side, she saw Scarlett and Evans smiling back at her.
An arm wrapped around her waist as she felt him lean over her shoulder.
“Welcome to your baby shower, Cass”
Looking back at him with tears in her eyes, she smiled up at him and rested her hand on top of his on her stomach.
“Tom… did you put all of this together?”
He tucked her hair behind her ear and gave her a sweet kiss.
“All I did was get you here, darling. This was someone else’s doing.”
Tom grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around to a face she had missed terribly.
“Hey, babe.”
The tears began to flow when Cassidy saw Ashley standing behind her. Having not seen her since the day before the news broke and her life changed once more, she had missed her terribly over the last month since she had seen her.
“I thought you weren’t coming until I had the baby!”
Wrapping her in a tight hug, she held her for a minute as they cried together.
“And miss the chance to give you the baby shower of your dreams, Cassidy? Never in a million years, Momma.”
When the girls pulled apart, Tom stepped in for his hug.
“Thank you again for doing this for her, Ash. I can’t express how much it means to me. She had no idea!”
“This is your special day too, Baby Daddy. Now let’s celebrate that little one you two created!”
After greeting everyone and catching up for a little while, Tom made Cassidy take a seat at a table nearby as he made her a plate of food. She wasn’t sure how Ashley had pulled off all of the planning from LA, but suspected that Diana, Emma, and Sarah most likely played an important role when she saw the way they all interacted together. It was like they had known Ashley for years.
“Hey Gorgeous.”
Cassidy looked up to see Scarlett and Evans taking the seats beside her after both giving her a hug and kiss on the cheek.
“I’m so glad you guys came. I’m sure it was hard for you to make the trip to London while both filming.”
Evans shook his head and squeezed her hand.
“Anything for you, Cass. The rest of the group wanted to come but couldn’t get away. They send their love. I swear you’re more beautiful every time we see you.”
She blushed and thanked him as Scarlett gave her a playful smile and leaned over towards him.
“Chris, I don’t think that’s just a pregnancy glow anymore. I read Tom’s statement and I’ve seen the photos from the two of you being spotted around London together.”
Cass turned a shade darker and looked across the room where Tom was standing talking to his mom and sisters by the food table. She couldn’t help but smile as she took in the sight of him and thought about how amazing the last few weeks had been since they got back together. They did end up going through the position list… a few times actually. He had been so loving and attentive with her, and she felt like the luckiest girl in the world to be loved by such an amazing man.
“I’m glad you two found a way back to each other, Cass. In the years that we’ve known Tom, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him as happy as he is when he’s with you. This baby is so lucky to have you both as their parents.”
Turning her attention to him, she thanked Chris and caught up with them for a few minutes before Benedict and Sophie joined them at the table, followed shortly by Tom with a plate of food in his hand.
“Is that from our deli!?”
Tom nodded as he kissed the top of her head and placed the sandwich in front of her.
“When Ashley told the owners who the baby shower was for, they were more than happy to cater the event even though they normally don’t do special events. Apparently, you have certainly made an impression on them over the last few months.”
After everyone mingled and enjoyed the snacks, they played a few games and Cassidy was quite impressed with Tom’s diaper changing skills while blind folded, even if the diaper was backwards. It was also no surprise when he aced the quiz about her pregnancy symptoms and cravings. Benedict said it was unfair and stated that it was cheating to let Tom play. By the time they had shifted from playing games to beginning to open presents, her laughter had turned to tears.
They received so many special gifts ranging from family heirlooms from Diana to comical gifts from the Marvel group that included a green and gold onesie that said, “I’m Daddy’s Glorious Purpose.” They also received an enormous gift basket of baby products along with a car seat and stroller set from the cast and crew for Crimson Peak. Tom even teared up at a few of the adorable outfits and couldn’t imagine that their baby would be small enough to fit into them. They weren’t even here yet and it was reminding him how small and fragile they were.
By the time everyone else had left, Benedict and Sophie had stayed behind to help them load up everything. With the first arm load of gifts, the two men stopped at the sight of Tom’s car. For the first time, it registered to him that his Jaguar not only did not have a backseat but was also limited on trunk space as well. Benedict looked down at the car seat that Tom was carrying and gave him a smug grin.
“Well, Mr. Bigshot. Looks like your sports car days are behind you. How about we load these up in our SUV and I can show you the features we like for the boys.”
Tom looked slightly embarrassed and overwhelmed.
“I think you’re right, mate. It appears I’m going car shopping this week.”
After helping unload the gifts from the shower into Tom’s living room and dropping off Ashley who obviously couldn’t fit in the Jaguar with the soon-to-be new parents, Benedict and Sophie said their goodbyes. Working together to carrying it all upstairs to the nursery, it was Cassidy’s turn for a reality check. Opening the door for the first time in weeks, she looked at the room full of furniture still in boxes and shopping bag and shipping boxes scattered everywhere.
“Darling, are you alright?”
She snapped out of her shock and turned to look up at him with a frightened look on her face.
“We’re having a baby, Thomas William… in less than two months.”
Setting the bags down inside the door, he placed his hands on her bump and gave her a gentle kiss.
“I’m aware.”
It was as if her nesting instincts kicked in at that very moment. After a few minutes of her bouncing around the room to assess what all they had and what they still needed, she had just started talking furniture placement when Tom and Ashley distracted her enough to get her out of the nursery and downstairs with the promise of dinner. By the time Tom had dinner prepared, Ashley had helped Cassidy write a list of the things she needed to get done and make decisions on. While the length of the list was frightening, it gave Cassidy something to focus on.
The following morning, the ladies headed straight for the nursery after enjoying a full English breakfast loving prepared by Tom.
“I couldn’t help but notice how your things were missing from the guest room that I no longer had to share with you…”
Cassidy set aside the pile of baby clothes she had been sorting through and bit her lower lip as she blushed.
“Well, things certainly changed the night he released the statement and I have you to thank for that, Ash. I would have never gone out and read it if it hadn’t told me to. He told me that he had always loved me and was just scared to tell me that night. Tom never intended on making me think that he didn’t have those feelings for me, but I was also too stubborn to hear him out after that. I think we were both just scared of how quickly things happened for us and were too cautious with each other. Now here we are living together, about to have a baby, and building a future together as a couple and not just as an arrangement for this baby. It’s all kind of insane.”
Ashley came over and gave her a hug to calm her fears.
“I get that, Cass. It’s certainly a lot, but I don’t think it’s too fast for the two of you. You two never should have spent so much time apart from each other anyways. I see the way you look at each other and that’s the forever kind of love, sweetie.”
“You really think so? I mean, I can easily picture us married with an entire house full of kids someday, but I’m not in a hurry. The last thing I want to do is rush things for us and ruin what we have so far. I just got him back and this baby will certainly keep our hands full… He has been dropping little hints though. Occasion hypothetical questions and asking if I would want a small or big wedding and I swear I can see him plotting it all out in his head sometimes when he’s distracted. How is this my life now, Ashley? I mean, it feels like yesterday that we were taking a break from practicing on models to learn highlights and toning and going to see the first Thor film in theatres. Now I’m living with Loki and having his baby!”
Ashley couldn’t help but laugh at her and shrug her shoulders before going back to removing the tags on the clothes in her hands.
“I don’t know, babe. I mean you did say that you would have that man’s babies when we left that night. You were practically drooling over Tom. I can’t believe he ended up being your future husband. It’s pretty crazy.”
“Just don’t let him hear you say that. He is already itching to pop the question and will have me thrown in a white dress and dragged to the altar before I could blink! Maybe soon, but not quite yet. I don’t want to rush to get married just because we have a baby on the way. I only plan on getting married once and I want to enjoy it… and get drunk at the reception… Oh, and see my own feet.”
“Amen, Cass! The two of you will also need to be able to enjoy your honeymoon to the fullest so you can give me another niece or nephew.”
She scoffed and covered her face with her hands.
“Let’s start with one and go from there, alright? You sound like Thomas! This baby isn’t even here yet and he is already asking for another one.”
Tom heard their giggles on the stairs before he saw them.
“Hey Handsome, we’re going shopping for the nursery. Are you going to need the Jag, or should I call for a car?”
He pulled his attention away from the screen and turned his chair to face her as she stepped into the home office, her bump on full display to his eyes under the formfitting top and leggings she was wearing for the day. No matter how often he saw her, it was still impossible for him to believe that he had been lucky enough to be loved by such an incredible woman.
“I’ve got plenty of things here to keep me busy. Take the car, love. If you find anything you, please-“
“use your card and not mine. I know, babe.”
Tom stood to give her a kiss and made her giggle when he continued to lean in for another, not letting her go quite yet as he caressed the bump between them. Sitting back down in the chair at his desk, he leaned forward to give his attention to her belly.
“Alright, little one. If Mommy starts to get a little crazy with the clothes, you know what to do. Lean on that bladder and get her out of there.”
She gave him a look and rolled her eyes as he winked up at her.
“That’s what Auntie Ashley is here for, Daddy. No worries. We’ve made a list and I know to distract her with the promise of food, or a back rub if it gets really expensive.”
“Leave the backrubs to me. I know how to make her purr like a kitten.”
With a groan, Cassidy gave him one more quick kiss and turned to leave, causing Tom and Ashley both to laugh at her reaction.
“You two are horrible. I’m leaving”
Ashley leaned down for a hug as Tom kissed her cheek. Glancing at his laptop before walking away, she noticed what had him so occupied this morning.
“Car shopping?”
He sighed and leaned back in the chair with his arms crossed on his chest.
“Unfortunately, yes. Yesterday made me painfully aware of the fact that Cass can’t ride around holding the car seat in her lap. Plus, it would be nice to have a second vehicle now that her stay in London has taken more of a permanent shift. I’m still amazed I got her back somehow. I was starting to worry that I missed my chance, Ash. I just kept seeing glimpses of her happy with a husband and her own family as we handed our child back and forth.”
She pulled him against her side as she stood beside his office chair.
“I always knew you would win her over eventually, especially with the way you worship the ground she walks on, Tom. I’ve never seen her happier. Just give her time to adjust to the changes and you’ll be good. Cass needs time to sit with her thoughts before jumping and this last year has certainly left her feeling a little out of control at times.”
“That’s an understatement… I better let you go before she leaves without you. Make sure she doesn’t over do it, Ash. She has a one-track mind today.”
With a smile, she rubbed his back and went to head after her best friend. Just before she turned the corner, she faced him once more.
“Metallic black with black interior. Trust me, Hiddleston. Oh, and she has a secret love affair with your car, so it has to have some power to it. She’s not the soccer mom, minivan type.”
“Noted. Now go. She really will leave you here. Last week, I had to walk home from the market because she forgot I went with her.”
Ashley’s eyes widened as she raced for the front door, hearing the Jaguar start up in the driveway.
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Dress | Jess Mariano
Jess Mariano x reader
Summary: Based on the song Dress by Taylor Swift
You flattened your palms against powder blue, paisley covered cami dress you were wearing. It fell right below your mid thigh and you absolutely adored it. You spotted it shopping with your best friend the weekend before and just had to have it, even if it cost you half of your paycheck.
As much as you hated to admit it, your first thought after sliding it on was what Jess’s reaction would be. Not that he was the most expressive guy out there— but a part of you hoped he’d at least tell you that you looked nice.
You didn’t need validation— you knew you looked good. You just wanted to hear it from the dark haired boy who occupied your mind way more then you’d ever admit.
Somehow the pair of you had become best friends, much to the surprise of everyone in Stars Hallow. You had quite a few arguments with Taylor defending the boy.
You spent so much time at Luke’s that you practically lived there and eventually Jess was forced to talk to you. Turns out you actually had a lot in common, specifically in the relm of music and movie taste. He’d spend his lunch and dinner breaks tucked away with you at your designated table towards the back of the restaurant, with a window facing the gazebo. You liked to look out on the lights while you listened to music on your walkman.
The second you layed eyes on Jess Mariano your stomach swarmed with butterflies. While you were looking at him, he was looking at Rory Gilmore.
You didn’t want to be just best friends.
You grabbed your bright pink purse, tossing Kafka’s Metamorphosis inside along with your walkman and slipped on a cropped white cardigan. A part of you hopped it wasn’t too dressy— the other part didn’t care.
You had sat in Luke’s in a full Wolf Man costume before, so it didn’t exactly matter.
The walk to Luke’s was short, with you sharing pleasentries with various townsfolk that you passed by. Miss. Patty was sure to compliment your dress.
Your headphones were already pulled over your head by the time you entered the dinner, shooting Luke a quick smile and wave as you settled into your normal seat. You always came after rush hour so you wouldn’t have to worry about it being taken— by then everyone knew who the seat belonged to.
You didn’t notice Jess’s gaze on your back as you stood facing the table, pulling the book from your bag as you took a seat.
An itch at the back of your neck prompted you to turn your head, catching his wide eyes looking in your direction. Knowing better, you didn’t think anything of it, only shooting Jess a grin and opening the book to your latest spot.
Luke shoved his nephew’s shoulder as he passed by, ripping the damp cloth from his hands, “Close your mouth before a bug flies in there.”
Luke thought you were both idiots. When one of you wasn’t staring, the other was. He had just about had it, honestly.
“I’m taking my lunch,” Jess muttered, throwing his notepad on the counter and sitting opposite of you at your table. His own book was in his hand, some Jane Austen novel that Rory recommended.
“Right,” Luke sighed, watching the two of you take turns looking over your books at the other person, “ridiculous.”
“Why are you dressed like an extra in Clueless?” Jess finally questioned, thumbing the pages of his small book.
You rolled your eyes, moving your headphones to rest on the table, “You watch romcoms often? Didn’t take you for the type— but no judgement here,” you threw up your hands, book still clutched tightly in the left one.
“Shut up, Rory made me watch it.”
Your jaw clenched at that, not that Jess would notice. “Right, well it’s called a dress. People wear them when they don’t wanna wear pants,” you replied, eyes returning to your book.
Not exactly the reaction you had imagined.
“What, you gotta date or something?”
“Yup,” you confirmed, not noticing the change in Jess’s demeanor, “Luke and I have been dating for weeks. We just didn’t want to freak you out, probably should’ve told you sooner,” you smirked, holding your blue checked mug out for the diner owner as he passed your table.
“Thanks, hun,” you winked at the older man.
“Never, ever do that again,” he instructed, pointing a finger in your direction before quickly walking away with the coffee pot.
“Then why are you wearing it?” He pressured.
Honestly you didn’t understand the big deal. You were half tempted to slap the back of his head and scream ‘i’m wearing it so you’ll notice me, idiot,’ but the fear of embarrassment quickly took that off of the table.
“It’s just a dress, I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal out of it,” you shrugged, pulling at the sleeve of your cardigan.
Jess huffed out a laugh, “Whatever.”
“You know, you can just tell me I look nice and we can move on. I know you have the communication skills of a fifth grader, but I promise it won’t kill you. I’m not gonna mount you over the table if that’s what you’re worried about,” you replied, raising a brow in challenge. Something about the dress must’ve been helping your confidence.
Even Jess was surprised, coughing out loud for a few seconds before settling down.
“What, don’t know how to compliment a girl?”
“I know how to compliment a girl,” he finally smirked, leaning over the table with his arms crossed. Jess’s face was so close to yours that you could feel his breath fan your face.
“Oh really— shit,” you hissed, recoiling as coffee spilled down the front of your pretty new dress.
Jess quickly leaned back with wide eyes, realizing what he had done. “Shit, I’m sorry,” he stood up, walking over to you and helping you stand.
“What the hell happened?” Luke questioned, his eyes shifting between the two of you— more specifically the coffee all over you and his semi-clean floors.
“Slick over here,” you hissed, pointing a finger at Jess, “didn’t like the dress apparently.”
“So you poured coffee on it?” Luke questioned his nephew in exasperation, not putting anything past the boy.
“Wha- no! I like the dress, it’s a very nice dress. I just knocked the coffee over. Accidentally.”
“Very nice, huh?”
“We’re not doing this,” Luke interrupted what was probably about to be more flirting, “you two go upstairs. Let her clean up and borrow some of your clothes. And then you’ll pay for her very nice dress to be dry cleaned. Capiche?”
“Got it,” Jess replied, grabbing your arm gently and pulling you behind him.
“I knew you liked the dress,” you whispered as you made your way through the small diner and up the stairs.
“Shut up,” Jess grinned, opening the door.
You looked around curiously, waiting as he rummaged through his dresser. The space was very small— it was obviously a squeeze for both of their belongs plus the little kitchen and living room area. But it was very Luke. You imagined it was much more tightly before Jess came to town.
“Here,” he gestured for you to hold out your hands, handing you a tee shirt, some sweatpants, and a washcloth. The clothes were too long but it would work for the walk back home. “The bathroom is in there,” he pointed to the only other door in the apartment beside the closet and front one. “I’ll wait for you out here.”
You looked in the mirror, rolling your eyes at your appearance. Of course coffee would spill on your new dress because why wouldn’t it? You reached around back to pull down the zipper, cursing when your arms wouldn’t reach.
And now you’d be forced into the cliche of asking the cute boy to help you unzip. At least your initial intentions were coming true, even if they weren’t in the way you had hoped. The idea of Jess removing the dress had definitely come up in a fantasy while you waited in the checkout line.
You opened the door, sighing loud enough for the boy to hear. “I need your help.”
“You need my help?” He repeated with a question mark, looking over at you. He felt bad, sure, but the desire to laugh at your coffee covered frame was definitely present.
“Yes Polly, I need help. I can’t reach the zipper.”
You turned around, pulling your hair over your shoulder. Your eyes closed as you braced yourself, listening to Jess’s footsteps draw closer. You could feel his presence behind you as he came to a stop— seemingly a little unsure aswell.
“Speed it up, Mariano,” you grumbled, cursing the heat that rushed to your cheeks, “I don’t have all day.”
“Shut up,” he quipped, placing a hand on your waist to steady himself before grabbing the zipper with his other one.
He was slow to pull it down, the heat from his knuckes dancing down your spine as more skin was revealed. You could feel his breath hitch against the back of your neck, making your brows furrow.
He stopped right above the end of your spine, hands lingering in place as both of you refused to speak. The air was palpable, the heat of his hands permiating the thin cotton fabric against your waist. Slowly you turned your head, your eyes meeting his as you held your breath.
He brought the hand that was unzipping your dress up to cup your neck, gaze lingering on your once gloss covered lips. “You look really beautiful in this dress,” he muttered before pulling you in for a searing kiss.
It was fast, both of you out of breath after almost a few seconds— “I look really good without the dress too.”
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Joel x Reader) - Home (Ch 4)
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6| Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13| Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 TBA
Chapter 4 | The First Lesson
Molly is knocking at your front door, whenever there was some sort of social event - a film screening, birthday or like tonight a dance you agreed to go together. You know she could go with Jesse, maybe she just didn’t want you to feel left out but you never would he was your best friend and her your sister. You just wish they would be happy and completely commit to each other.
“You getting all dressed up for someone?” She queries as you invite her in. You couldn’t go to extreme lengths to dress in Jackson but you had paired your good black skinny jeans with the one nice black silk cami top you owned. It was dressy, compared to what you would usually wear but it also let some cool air about your shoulders which had caught the sun on patrol and (maybe he would notice how you looked, maybe not.)
“More a result of too much sun on patrols, I feel like I’m 100 degrees” you explain. Going to the kitchen you grab yourself and Molly a drink from the fridge, a bit of dutch courage before these things was always a good idea, especially tonight.
“Uh huh” she responds looking seemingly unconvinced but you just swiftly move on.
“Going to dance with Jesse tonight?” you quiz her at the table.
She rolls her eyes “Yes, are you going to dance with Joel”.
“No of course not, he doesn’t seem like a dancer anyway” you huff, shrugging your shoulders.
“What the fuck is going on with you both? You try to avoid each other in town, try to swap patrols your patrols with him and when you do end up near each other you barely speak but also cant stop looking at each other when you think the other isn’t looking?” She says irritated clearly by the fact she can sense you’re keeping something from her and you were.
“It honestly doesn’t matter Molly - please just leave it” you get up from your seat and start tidying bits of the kitchen to avoid the conversation.
“Y/N I can see you like him, I’m your sister and its blatantly obvious to me. Why don’t you just go for it, you know you are allowed to be happy and do more than just work” she begins lecturing. She also was the more carefree, optimistic one but she could offered to be, you were the one that was supposed to keep you both safe when your parents died.
“You don’t know anything about it, what if he didn’t feel the same or what if he did and I allow myself to be happy and something happens. How many times have things almost gone wrong on a patrol or trespassers”
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2 Weeks ago
You were standing at Joel’s door struggling to knock the door with your elbow to avoid dropping anything you were carrying. “Son of a bit-“ you are interrupted as Joel swings open the front door.
“Evening Y/N, what the hell you carrying all that for?”. He begins to try and take it from your hands.
“Its for you, it’s the record player and a couple records from the music store. I had space on the saddle and I could see you really wanted it” You say casually passing it over to him. He seems slightly taken a back by the gesture and quietly thanks you placing it down next to the guitars propped on the sofa.
“Ready for your first lesson?” He asks sitting down on the sofa gesturing for you to sit across from him with the smaller guitar. You notice how homely he has made the place in a short time, paintings of horses, a couple drawings by Ellie sitting on the mantle piece and some DVDs lying out that had been played recently.
“Ready as I will ever be” you smirk.
Joel is patient with you, even when you loose your temper with yourself a couple times. “I just don’t understand what I am doing so wrong compared to you” you huff. He cant help but laugh at how exasperated you are obviously becoming. He shifts slightly closer to you on the sofa reaching out towards where your hands are placed on the guitar. You breath in as he moves and you feel tight in your chest.
He corrects the placement of your fingers to create the right chord “you just had your first finger on the wrong fret” he smiles up at you but is slowly fades as he also realises how close your faces are too. His hands are slightly rough but still gentle and you notice how his beard was slightly greying at some parts. You felt as though you might have stopped breathing then as Joel takes his hand from yours and places it behind your neck and pulls you even closer as you drop the guitar. Closing your eyes you notice the feel of his beard prickling your skin as his lips are on your. You don’t know who kissed who but you can feel both of you pulling each other closer as his finger grazes across you lips gesturing you to open your lips further as his tongue slips past your lips. Your breath hitches as their is a knock at the door and you both pull away snapping back into your surroundings.
“Joel! I forgot my sketchpad is still in the kitchen!” Ellie is calling at the back door.
“Shit that’s Ellie, I’ll need to go check on her. You guitar playing is defiantly improving, just need more practice but we can get back to this another time” He says jumbled like he isn’t willing to acknowledge what just happened between you.
“Joel I -“ and as quickly as you thought from confessing anything, you stopped it “I should go. I will see you around” you stormed out the front door and left Joel standing in the lounge.
From there you never took another lesson, you avoided him in town and as much as you could on patrols. When you were paired on patrols you didn’t speak about anything other than the patrol itself and infected. Ellie would still come and visit Bruce but Joel never joined and that was probably for the best. You couldn’t let yourself care too much for someone that just might not care for you.
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I have answered asks about learn to be but I haven't really made it's own post. I'm not confident in doing a WIP post for it yet but I am more confident on talking about the main characters. So first, introducing Jester!
Tw for child abuse, bullying
Jester is the daughter of Jason and Heather Quinn. She has the power to summon a person's worst fear that can be physically manifested. It takes little energy for her to do so and it takes no energy from her once the being is manifested. However she has no control over what she manifests and whatever she manifests is always the most dangerous version. For example, if you are afraid of bees and she manifests your fear a swarm of killer bees would be manifested and would attack the one they were manifested from first then anyone else near, including Jester.
Jester is mainly raised by her father who physically abuses her. He insists that she has perfect grades. He teaches her how to manipulate people in order to make her more useful to his political career and business career. He uses her to send threats to political opponents or business opponents by having her inform opponents children. He also has her give good impressions to the adults.
In the story when she enters the school learn to be he orders her to gather information on the other students powers. She does this by stealing records or bullying people into telling her. She is put in section fifteen which is for dangerous students and uses that reputation to intimidate people into telling her what she wants. She gets a reputation in her section and grade for being a bully. She does not enjoy this but does not want to face punishment from her father.
Because of her fathers status she is expected to hold up an appearance of wealth and class. She wears expensive dressy clothes and make up every day. To the disapproval of her mother she keeps her hair dyed two of the family colors and color codes her makeup to it as well. Her clothes are either the family colors, gold, white, or silver. The family colors are green, purple, red, and black.
Jester absolutely despises her father. He made it very clear to her that she is just a tool to him to be disposed of if she loses her use. Jester also hates her mother, who neglects and abuses her verbally and physically. She hates her most for how she warped her twin brother Jesse. Jester blames her mother for Jesse's attitude change when they got older. Jester loves her brother but understands that he hates her. She does her best not to bother Jesse but seeing as he surrounds himself with powerful people she often has to bully one of his friends to get information to or from them.
Jesters relationship with the other main characters is complicated. Malcolm and Elena are both in section fifteen and want to stop Jester from bullying people. They interfere with her stealing and gathering information and try to get her into trouble, sometimes working with Jesse. This results in Jester having to find ways of getting around them. Malcolm also believes that Jester has an overarching evil plan, so he and Elena will bother her even when she isnt bullying someone. This results in Jester interacting with the two more than anyone else. It results in her learning about the two more than anyone else. Because of her lack of connections she latches on to the two of them.
One of the things I'm struggling with the story is how her relationship with Noah begins. One idea I've had is she tries to bully him for information at first but gets attached because he doesn't fight back. The more she learns about him the more sympathetic she becomes. So she pushes his other bullies away and only puts on a face of messing with him. Noah realizes she's not actually being mean to him and starts to get to know her.
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