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Au where Lo'ak after finding what shaving is, decides to shave off his eyebrows. He thinks this will solve half of his problems and he goes for it.

But after he's done he hates it, his forehead looks weird without them.

Neteyam, Tuk, and Kiri burst out laughing as soon as they see him without his eyebrows.

Neytiri sighs as she walks away, while Jake looks like a kicked puppy since the brows came from him.

Spider at least tries to be nice about it, since he understands Lo'ak's struggle with them. Kiri doesn't have the heart to tell Lo'ak, Spider laughed so hard as soon as Lo'ak was away that he was choking.

Neteyam makes fun of him until Jake tells the kids that when Neteyam was younger, he drew eyebrows on himself with mud. This causes Lo'ak to make fun of his older brother.

Selfish intentions.

Warnings: dirty talk, mild slut shaming, fucking in someone else's bedroom, Dom Deku, mentions of panty stealing. NSFW. This is just fucking filth. I did this in basically a quirkless college au so all characters are 18+ aged. Thanks. This is also like 1000 words.

Maybe this was a bad, bad idea. Could you bring yourself to care? Not at all. Not when Izuku Midoriya so eagerly buried his tongue in your dripping pussy, sucking hard at your clit while two of his thick fingers worked open your cunt. Vaguely, you wondered if by the time you were done Katsuki would know you both came on his sheets.

Your hand tangled in Izuku's thick hair, making him moan when you tugged from the scalp. The noise causes your clit to twitch against his tongue from the zap of pleasure it caused. Fuck, why was he so damn good at this? You looked down, watching as he lost himself in your taste, his hips grinding against the sheets of the mattress that were clearly neither of yours. God you could cum right then, knowing your juices stained his face and the sheets below you.

Being in a place you weren't supposed to be in made it so much hotter.

Inwardly Izuku was almost mush, he loved eating you out already but knowing that it was him who was making you feel this way and only him drove it home. He supposed he shouldn't be this petty, after all it's not like he could truly blame Katsuki for his panty thieving but...you were HIS girlfriend and part of him was pissed off that Katsuki had the audacity to even think of you sexually, to think about touching you at all. He resolved, if Kacchan didn't get this fucking hint, if you'd let him he'd fuck you in front of him.

After all, Kacchan had to learn his place; but for right now he was focused on you. Tracing the letters of his name on your clit as his fingers crooked up to hit that spongy spot inside you that had him crying out his name and pulling his hair. He ignored his throbbing length in the confines of his sweatpants in order to properly please you, tasting the sweetness of your release was always his favorite part. He could almost taste how close you were, feeling how your walls fluttered against his fingers as your cries rose in pitch.

His name fell off your lips like prayers in a church and his eyes fluttered when he tasted all you had to offer, lewd slurping noises coming from tasting the sweetness of your cum making it hard for you to think. When he pulled away you could only whine in protest, almost pouting as he took your shaky legs off his shoulders.

“Turn over, hike up that pretty little ass for me princess.” His voice seemed raspier, darker than you were used to as you obeyed his command, yelping when smacked your ass. The sting of it felt good on your heated flesh.

“Good girl, you're already a mess and I've barely started.” You could feel his grin as you hear rustling clothes before feeling his cock head slide between your dripping folds, he was fucking teasing you.  A mewl leaves your lips and you arch deeply, inviting him to slide into you but he continues his teasing instead. Finding your sweet whines and moans intoxicating to his ears and his ego, you're begging for him.

“P-please Izuku, please stop teas- oh!” Your pleads were clipped short as he slid his thick cock home inside you with one thrust. Your ass hitting his thighs with a soft smack. You moaned, you could never get used to how his cock stretched you out. You could feel how every delicious ridge and vein dragged against the walls of your cunt with even the slightest movement. He let himself be still for a moment, his hands rubbing your hips to let you adjust a tad before he started his thrusts.

He was driving you insane, the ridges of his cock dragged against your walls with every slow, mind numbing thrust he made. It felt like he was trying to memorize every inch of your walls he could explore but it was too slow, making your body hot with the need to be fucked like the dirty slut you are. You could tell this was on purpose, Izuku was always a wretched tease when it came down to it. One more pleasurable but oh so slow thrust made you snap at him.

Looking back at him you glared, “Fuck me like you fucking mean it or maybe I'll kick you out and wait for Bakug- OH.” Your words got cut off as a squeal like moan left your lips, Izuku starting a punishing pace as he pushed your head down to the sheets. His movements rougher than you were used to from him, more dominant.

“He couldn't fuck you good as me anyway.” He rasped, fucking into you harder with every word. His hand on the small of your back to keep you arched for him, his other hand gripping your hip. “Look at you, a fucking mess on my cock. Pussy fucking dripping so much I can feel it on my thighs.” You whimpered, not used to how crude he was being, the words making your ears burn but you loved them.

“I'm making you gush more than he could ever dream of and that's the point.” His hand that was on the small of your back crept up to your hair, pulling hard enough to make your back bow, head up and mouth open in a gasp. “You're mine and I'm gonna leave his sheets a mess with the fucking proof that you're mine.” The low tone of his voice sent shots of pleasure right to your core, a wet squelching sound echoing in the small dormitory from just how wet you were and how hard he was fucking you.

“Don't be afraid to make a mess on my cock, on the sheets, cause I'm gonna fuck you til you're squirting all over them.” The hand that was on your hip left to press against your throat, squeezing at it just enough to make your vision blur.

“He'll like it anyway. Since the fucking pervert steals your panties, I'm gonna make sure your juices even stain his pillow.” If you could see Izuku, you'd have seen the feral glint in his eyes as he sped up his thrusts. Determined to fuck you into an oblivious, incoherent mess while he had the time.

Katsuki had returned late in the night to his dorm, wrinkling his nose slightly when he opened the door at the smell of what seemed like sex. He looked around, brows furrowed in slow building anger but everything looked the same. Except one thing, a pair of very familiar red laced panties rested, soiled on his desk. There was a note with them that said enjoy and he recognized that it was the shitty nerds handwriting.

“Fucking Deku.” He rasped, trying to ignore the fact that his cock stirred in his gym shorts.

LOVE HOTEL

YANDERE KAMISATO AYATO

Synopsis: Ayato suggests that you two go to a love hotel, for just an experience, he said. [Modern AU]

Warning: May contain triggering content, implied sexual content, slight nudity, non-consensual touching, and a lot of underlying yandereness. Errors might be present, please do not mind them, enjoy!

He insisted it would be a favorable ordeal.

Just two colleagues wanting to experience some friendly intimacy, denial was at the tip of her tongue when he first mentioned it, his persuasive strategy is what had caused her to stand in front of the hotel, just wondering, how she consented and let him paddle the way. Running away didn't seem like a plausible alternative, now that he has her hand in a rigid clasp, gently dragging her inside.

It felt deplorable standing at the counter, with her behind him while he paid the sum in full, requesting a room, smiling at the employee with him still holding onto her wrist.

The pathway to their room was a fragment she'd find hard to forget, the few odd sounds here and there invaded her thoughts, the bright and cheerful place seeming like it was hiding something dark, she spoke in an attempt to get him to let her go.

While he paced ahead without a concern.

"Um... Can we go back, please? This place is making me uncomfortable." She timidly asked, dully aiming to pull her arm back, he didn't approve of her rebellion at the moment, replying with a stern tone.

"We've barely scratched the surface. Why return now after we decided we would do nothing more than view the place and leave." He side-eyed her, a smirk stretching once he connected the dots after seeing her face.

"If you are concerned about those noises, pay them no mind. I assure you, I have nothing of that sort planned." He replied.

"N-no I wasn't thinking about that, this seems like a place we shouldn't be, you know?"

He laughed, unable to mull over her words as they arrived at the room they were given the key to, the deluxe edition, it reads, unlocking the door and stepping in.

She breathed in the soft floral scent of lavender, pleasantly cold and commodious, the king-sized bed had a few towels and a booklet for some of the... More interesting items, she looked away, anxious and hyper to flee, if someone saw them, she wouldn't know how to deal with the rumours that will inevitably spread.

"Ahh!" Ayato mouthed, she jumped, glancing toward the male surveying the elegant ropes, muttering, "interesting..."

"Can we leave? We saw what it looks like, isn't that enough?" She pressured, nervously gazing at the many bounds he took out, he stared at her, saying, "most certainly not, there's much to explore, my dear friend."

She widened her eyes, advancing back, he appeared like he was enjoying her enactment, chuckling at her nonplused expression. She shortly asked, "what if someone saw us?" Worried by the amount of snooping questions she'll get if it ends up being the outcome.

"Please, I'm certain they will leave us alone. Besides, if that does happen, it will be... Interesting." He mused, curiously darting towards the closet and studying provided items, she stood, dumbfounded by his comeback but it wasn't unpredictable.

"For a top student, you sure do like to get into trouble. Whatever it is, leave me out of this." She said, hoping that it would yield her freedom, however, he promptly got up while holding a soft piece of fabric. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Would you like to try this on?" He sang with a devilish smirk, she swallowed, glancing at the beautiful mirror to the right, the bra seemed pretty expensive and new, baby blue in hue and petite design.

"No, that's too... Revealing." She sheepishly finished. She shouldn't have eluded his gaze at the last moment.

"That's true. How about this night grown?" He said, showing a silky white short dress, with thin straps, she involuntarily shivered, shaking her head and saying, "we are not going to stay the night." She surmised, he grinned along tossing the lingerie onto the puffy mattress.

"Give me the keys, I'm leaving." She firmly stated, he shushed her, smiling at her amusing expressions, "please calm yourself, we are merely here to try these things out, you wouldn't waste the money I've spent, now would you?" He replied, thinking guilt-tripping her would suffice.

"I don't want to but I'm not comfortable. Would you please give me the keys?"

"Okay, I will, when you try this out?" He playfully taunted, moving the fabric closer to her, she stepped back, beginning her futile experiment at making him take back his words.

"I said no, can we leave?" She answered.

"Come on now, don't be that way. I promise I'll let you go after you've tried this on." He gently pressured her, and she waived, taking the textile and disappearing into the bathroom.

"Oh! And, please do show them to me before you leave." He announced as she lowered her bra straps.

"I will not!!" She retorted.

"Do remember I have the keys."

She groaned, looking herself in the mirror, entertaining the idea of sitting in the bathroom so she could pass time and thwart her friend, upon making herself feel safe by the wall, he seems to have conjectured her course of avoidance, as he loudly knocked on the door.

"You can't stay in there forever you know. The faster you come, the sooner we can go home."

She gulped, pursuing her lips and moving forward, repenting her indigent decision.

She opened the door.

Bending her head, glancing anywhere but his observing eyes, despite shunning the odd sensation it increased, his gaze was glued on her frame.

He smiled.

"You look beautiful." He confessed, emerging from his seat and drawing near her before she can gather her thoughts and step away.

"Although, you haven't quite tied the straps right, are you shy? We've been friends for so long, I thought we were long past that stage." He mumbled, close to her face, just an inch more and they could kiss.

"Are you perhaps denying the facts?" He whispered, slowly snaking his arms against her waist, getting her adjusted to his hold, pressing his fingers into her warm flesh, securing her in his grasp.

"We both have feelings for each other, it's undeniable. We care for one another more than we let on."

"Isn't that right?" He tenderly kissed her cheek.

He eventually relaxed his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in and out, caressing her sides, and then he grumbled, "you like suppressing a lot of things."

She froze.

"Would you mind indulging me in those?"

He griped, unclipping her bra.

why does it correspond to the riddler im in tear

clicks on you and downloads you as a jpeg and puts you in a zip folder so youre safe and warm btw

shigaraki who falls in love with a cute cashier at the 24/7 konbini he frequents. they're a foreigner and seem to not know much japanese, especially the conversational style, only using formal words with him when he says it's not necessary. he sees them every night, after all. he tries his best to flirt, and they're always quite nice to him. maybe it's because they're really that nice, or maybe it's because they have no idea what he's saying. either way, he's got butterflies in his stomach when they look at him.

little does he know, this foreigner is an avid true crime fan that recognized him the very first moment they saw him. they know what he's saying. they know he's flirting. they also know that denying his advances or going to the police will put a target on their back, so they've been nodding along and smiling for 3 weeks now, praying it doesn't escalate. it does, though, when shigaraki asks them for their number.

u think i am joking but this is genuinely how i look while writing: “god, you’re so fucking wet” and “such a good girl” for the hundreth time in my miserable existence

Hello hello! I really loved your hc of unconventional things the boys of class 1A find hot and I was wondering if you could do Kiri and Tokoyami as well? They're so adorable :)

UNCONVENTIONAL THINGS CLASS 1A BOYS FIND HOT AS HELL

CLASS 1A BOYS X F!READER

masterlist

comfort, nsfw

a/n: i gave u an extra two bc im nice like that, pls enjoy! reblogs appreciated!!

part 1 part 2 part 3

KIRISHIMA

• i’d have to say side boob

• he likes that little bit of fat the pokes out between ur armpit and ur chest

•u guys know what i mean right?

• this

•he likes it

• also likes the shoulder fat that pokes outta ur bra

• he thinks u look like a greek goddess with it (cute)

• if he’s laying on ur chest (which he does a lot) (loves ur titties) he’ll stare at the little fat deposit lovingly.

•gives it a little pinch, and when u complain or say it’s embarrassing he’ll softly say “no babe, i like it. it’s cute”

• if u ever complain about a top making the fat of ur shoulders spill out, hes right behind you, kissing ur neck and telling you you look beautiful in this top, please don’t take it off. (or do but not bc it doesn’t look good.)

• loves boobs, end of. if theyre YOUR boobs?????????? you think he’s gonna b bitchin cuz there’s a little bit of fat???? that’s what boobs are!!!!!

•but no, loves all up on ur titties everytime u fuck, expect biting and nipple sucking

• just loves you so much, loves your body so much

• if a man put a gun to his head and asked him to make a flaw on u he would say “tell Y/N i love her” (his own words)

• but yes! kirishima is my boyfriend and we are getting married !

TOKOYAMI

•hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

• big noses

•mans loves a big nose

• i also think looking like a bird is a humbling experience for a man so he’s just generally less critical of women (feminist bird)

• but he does find himself more attracted to people with big noses generally

• when u say ur insecure about it, he is puzzled

• “why????? it’s strong and majestic”

•(that’s enough poetry for you although i appreciate the sentiment)

• boops it with his finger sometimes

•yeahhhhhhh

SERO

• man this dude likes asses of all shapes and sizes

• is not picky what so ever

• believes that when one says one is an ass man, that should pertain to all caboose!!!! if one picks and chooses the asses they like and don’t, one is not an ass man!!!

• let’s say u have a flat ass (like me shout out to all my tall girls with no ass) and ur like

“ugh don’t walk behind me Hanta it’s embarrassing”

• he is like ????????? but i was going to respectfully stare at your ass??? (doesn’t say it out loud but thinks it)

• “my ass is too flat i don’t want u looking at it”

• 😋😋😋 goes to 😱😱😱 real quick

• “what do you mean Y/N???????? why wouldn’t i want to see it??????”

• ur like “i just said Hanta! i don’t like it so i don’t want u looking at it!”

• hmm. maybe he won’t look at it right then but next time u guys fuck it’s in doggy and he’s spanking the fuck outta u, squeezing and smoothing the flesh

• he loves your ass, loves it loves it loves it

• he’s fully aware that it’s not like, kim k or anything

• doesn’t care one bit, thinks it’s adorable while simultaneously hot and turns him on

• makes the extra effort after that to give it some love

• if he wants to initiate something nowadays, all he’ll do is come up behind you and whisper in your ear, grinding his clothed cock on the fat of your ass, making you whimper

• if you’re on top of him, he’s grabbing your cheeks and rubbing them soothingly while you make yourself cum on his fat dick

•n e ways, sero loves ur ass, and soon enough, he’s gonna make you love it too

SHINSOU

• he likes women with deep voices

• his voice is pretty deep, so he might feel weird having an s/o that sounds really young in comparison, he just feels a little icky about it

• so when u have deep voice, he goes nuts

• thinks it’s so sultry and sexy and cool

• if u ever complain like “ugh i sound like a teenage boy” or “i sound so manly”

• he’ll be like “babe u sound like a hot girl, don’t sweat it”

• nothing makes him wilder than your moans, omg ur moans

• like i said, he thinks ur voice is so sultry and sexy, just makes him speed up whatever he’s doing to hear more

• on one hand, hitoshi would find it so hot to be told what to do in a voice like yours, but on the other, i think it would also drive him crazy to know that someone with such a strong voice is whimpering now, entirely at his mercy, i think it could go both ways

• really depends on ur preferences

• hitoshi my insomniac beloved ❤️

thanks for reading!!! lmk if u wanna continue this series with other characters/shows, i really do like doing these. reblogs appreciated, bye love you bye!!!

The love of my life

Right Here, Right Now

U is for Uncle

A big change is coming to you and Sam. Hopefully he’s ready…

Pairing: Samuel Drake x Female Reader

Warnings: This is just some much needed fluff.

The cold tile of the bathroom floor is the only sensation keeping you grounded, letting you know you’re still alive and breathing. Shock paralyzes you, rendering you glued to the floor with your back pressed against the cabinet of the sink. In your hand is your future, and you don’t know what to do. 

“Babe!” Sam calls from the other side of the bathroom door, obviously concerned that you’ve been in there for ten minutes now. “Are you okay? You’ve been in there forever… If you’re sick, we can cancel. Nate and Elena will understand.” 

His voice holds concern, and you know that you should answer him before he decides to break down the door. But you can’t. You literally can’t think. Every part of you is frozen as your eyes bore into the stupid fucking stick in your hand. The stupid fucking stick with two pink lines glaring right at you. 

“Baby, you’re really starting to freak me out,” he laughs, but you can hear the tension behind it. He’s worried about you. “Hey, please answer me. You’re alive, right?” 

Your mouth falls open, but all that manages to come out is a raspy squeak. Sam’s knocking furiously at the door, and you close your eyes, squeezing the pregnancy test tightly in your palm. You feel your nails digging at your skin, another reminder that this is real. You are really here. You are pregnant. 

“Honey,” Sam laments as he jiggles the handle on the door. “Please, come out.” 

You take one last look at the test before wrapping it in tissue and throwing it into the trash can. Fuck that. With all your strength, you manage to get up on your feet, wash your hands, and look at yourself in the mirror. Your face has paled some, and your eyes look dead and cold. Sam’s going to know something is seriously wrong if you don’t attempt to freshen up. 

“I’m okay!” You finally say as you swallow the lump in your throat. You have cried enough for now. “Sorry, just… I wasn’t feeling all that well. I’m better now,” you lie, turning off the sink. You pinch your cheeks to bring some color back to them and rub at your eyes so they have a little life in them. After taking a few deep breaths, you feel it’s safe to open the door. 

Sam takes a few steps back when the door opens, and you come out, eyes barely glancing at him. He offers a smile, curiosity still eating him alive, but he doesn’t want to push you. Instead, Sam reaches a hand out, gently cupping your face and tilting your chin up. He forces eye contact, and your stomach fills with butterflies. 

“Everything good?” He whispers to which you nod, nuzzling your nose against his palm. He makes a small noise of approval and pulls you into him, hugging you tightly. Resting his chin on your head, he rubs your back in comforting circles. “Do you want to stay home?” He asks you without stopping his motions. 

“No,” you shake your head, putting on a smile. “I’ve been waiting to see Elena and…Cassie.” Your stomach flips at the mention of Sam’s niece. She’s a wonderful kid, and you love her to pieces. You know Sam does as well. But that doesn’t mean either of you is ready for one of your own. 

He can tell that something’s not quite right with you. But he knows better than to prod anymore. You’ll tell him when you’re comfortable. As long as it’s not life-threatening, as long as you aren’t in any danger, he’ll be patient. He’ll always be patient when it comes to you. 

“Okay,” he decides to accept your lies, giving your hands a comforting squeeze before letting them go. “Why don’t you finish up here and I’ll get the car started? Do you want me to grab Cassie’s present?” 

“I got it,” you say softly as you follow him out of your bedroom. “I just need some water and I’ll be good to go.” You grab the neatly wrapped gift from the countertop, tucking it safely under your arm as you head to the sink to grab some water. 

The cool liquid feels refreshing as you sip it down, rehydrating yourself from all the crying and, well, vomiting. Fuck, how could this have happened? You and Sam are always careful, right? Maybe not always. There was that time after he got back from a trip with Sully. Neither of you could wait. So you jumped his bones in the car. 

The more you think about it, the timing adds up. God damn your hormones. God damn Sam for being so addicting. Whenever you’re far away from him for too long, it’s like you go through withdrawals, and you’ll do anything to get your next fix. Even fucking him as soon as he gets off the damn plan. 

As you set the glass down, you chance looking over at him. You love him so much. And you’ve talked about your future together. You know he wants to be with you forever. He’s told you numerous times. But you’ve never talked about kids. 

You see the way he is with Cassie, and it warms your heart. He adores that little girl, and he’s so good with her. But it’s different when they’re not your own. He doesn’t have to provide for Cassie, take care of her, or raise her. They can have their fun uncle/niece time where he talks about his time in prison and takes her on small adventures with Sully. And at the end of the day, he can send her home to her parents and come back to your empty, childless apartment. 

But Sam isn’t the only one in this relationship. Your feelings matter, too. This is a huge decision for both of you. And as you look at him, you wonder if this will be the end of you and him. 

“Hey,” he calls out, bringing you back to Earth once more. “Are you sure everything is alright?” 

“Yes,” you say quickly, masking your nerves with a smile. “Let’s go. We’re already late!” 

Rather than ask again, Sam nods and exits the apartment, you following after him. As he locks the door, you bite your lip and think about all the adjustments you’d have to make. Would you move into a house? Would you stay in this apartment? Will you even be together? Will you even have this kid? 

“Oh, no way!” Cassie yells as she unwraps the gift you and Sam picked up for her on your latest travels. It’s a hardcover all-weather journal with sewn-in pages and a set of all-weather pens. The cover is decorated in ocean blue and a toucan engraved in the corner with a personalized inscription on the first page. You and Sam were in the Amazon on an excavation when you were told about a local shop that creates custom-made journals and notebooks. Sam knew Cassie took after Nathan and loved to document everything she could while on an escapade. He thought it would be perfect for her. 

“You like it?” Sam asks with excitement. “This one picked the color,” he says, looking at you. 

“It’s perfect!” Cassie exclaims and jumps up to hug Sam and then you. 

With your hormones out of whack, you nearly cry at her embrace. Her arms enclose around you with such love and warmth, you can only imagine if you had a daughter. A daughter who was like you, strong and resilient, but with a secret soft side. 

Sam watches you two with a smile, and then you think, what if you had a son? A son who took after his father. A son who was so annoying and so stubborn, but so full of love and compassion. 

What if you had a child who was the perfect combination of Sam and you? Would you want that? Would Sam? 

“I, uh,” you clear your throat and remove Cassie’s arms from around you, regretfully. She doesn’t mind, running back to pick up her journal to show her parents. Sam gives you a questionable look, but you brush him off. “Let’s go see if they need help,” you say flatly. 

Before Sam can stop you, you’re out of sight, heading towards the back door to check on Elena and Nate. His heart sinks a little, worried that you have something on your mind that you’re not sharing with him. You’re never like this. You and he talk about everything. You don’t have secrets. 

It bothers him deeply, but now is not the time or place to have a discussion about your silence. So he follows you outside, smiling as Elena walks over to you, taking his spot next to Nathan. He grabs a beer and cracks it open, leaning against the railing of the porch. 

He quickly downs half of the bottle causing Nathan to cock his head in amusement. “What the hell is on your mind?” Nathan asks, hiding his laughter. 

Sam wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving you. You look sad, scared even, and he hates it. He hates not knowing what’s going on in that pretty head of yours. 

“Just thinkin’,” Sam says before taking another swig. “It’s good to see Cassie,” he states with a nod at the girl who is already writing something down in her journal. “She’s getting big.” 

“Yeah,” Nathan grins with pride. “She’s so smart, Sam. She amazes me every single day. Like, I can’t believe I’m a dad. I can’t believe that’s my kid, you know? I mean, she and Elena always gang up on me, but I wouldn't have it any other way." 

Sam grins listening to Nathan gush about his family. To be honest, Sam always thought about having kids, but it was a distant reflection, one tucked in the very back corners of his mind. It wasn’t until Nathan and Elena settled down that it became more prevalent. And then he met you. And he knew from the moment he first kissed you that he loved you and he wanted to spend forever with you. 

But kids… That was such a sensitive topic, especially in the line of work both of you are in. Perhaps it’s something you should have discussed before getting serious. 

“I’m proud of you Nathan,” Sam says, clinking his bottle against his brother’s. “You’ve grown to be quite the impressive man,” he adds. “Though, I’m still the hotter brother.” 

Nathan laughs, shaking his head. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” He looks at you and then back at Sam. “I know you’re still growing up,” he says, earning a smack to the back of the head from his brother. “Hey, ouch,” Nathan grunts. “I’m just saying! You lost a lot of time and I know you’re still catching up, but you’re not doing so bad for yourself. I guess I’m proud of you, too.” 

Sam smirks, accepting the compliment. Why would he reject such nice sentiments? He’s not stupid. 

“So, what’s next for you two?” Nathan quizzes, curious to hear about your next expedition. “Big plans with Sully? I hear he’s looking for a big score overseas. I’m sure you guys will tag along, right? You’re still chasing those risky enterprises, aren’t you?” 

“Hmm,” Sam hums, trying to process his brother’s words, but he can’t keep his eyes off you. The smile is back on your face, and every once in a while, you glance over at him, a twinkle in your eye. God, you’re so beautiful. And he’s so relieved to see you somewhat back to normal. Whatever you and Elena talked about must’ve really helped. 

“Hey!” Nathan nudges his brother. “Are you even listening to me?” 

“What?” Sam asks though he’s hardly invested in the conversation. He’s too busy watching you and Cassie bond. Something about the scene sends his heart into overdrive. Suddenly visions of you and him traveling the world blur into visions of a family, something like what Nathan and Elena have. 

He shakes his head, sending those thoughts away. Ignoring Nathan, he walks to where you sit at the picnic table. Cassie went to play with the dog, and Elena went inside to grab drinks. So he finally gets you alone. 

“Hey, baby,” he murmurs, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “You look like you’re feeling better?” 

You nod and lean into him. “I am. Much better. Thank you. And I’m sorry if I scared you,” you frown, snuggling against him. “I didn’t mean to.” 

“Don’t worry about it, princess,” he says. “I’m just glad you’re okay.” He kisses the top of your head and lets his eyes drift to Cassie once more. His heart lurches in his chest as a thought crosses his mind. This probably isn’t the best time to bring something like this up, but he has to say it, get it out, and know your thoughts. 

“Sam?” You whisper, noticing the change in his posture. 

“I want one,” Sam blurts out. 

You blink a few times, wondering if you missed a piece of the conversation somehow. “What?” 

“Cassie,” he says, exhaling deeply. “I want one.” 

Okay, you think. Best not to jump to conclusions. Sam could mean anything by saying that. Caught off guard, you shift in your seat and think over your next words carefully. “Like, you want to kidnap your niece or --” 

“A kid,” he finishes for you. “I want a kid.” 

Eyes widening, you can feel your heart race. He’s joking, right? He has to be. Life just doesn’t work out this way! Does it? 

“Are you serious?” You ask in a whisper, hands shaking as you grab the fabric of your dress. 

He nods, turning to look at you, worried by the glassiness of your eyes. “Y-yeah,” he stutters. Oh, no. Did he fuck this up? “I-I want one. With you.” 

Tears begin to fall from your eyes, and Sam panics, thinking he said the wrong thing. His face falls as he grabs your cheeks in his hands. You shake your head, smiling through your cries to let Sam know he didn’t do anything wrong. The fear fades from his eyes, but he looks confused, dying to know what’s going on in your head. 

“Well, babe,” you sniffle. “I have some news for you.”

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