#????? chile anyways over him already!

[mazojo]

Yo why is Johnny Bananas on my reality TV emotional support show. AGAIN.

[centrally-unplanned]

VOR: Henry Kissinger

Ugh, HUGELY overrated, Bismark has nothing on him. What, truly are his accomplishments? Oh, rapprochement with China? You mean the country that had just experienced a huge split with the Soviet Union, to the point where they were scared of military conflict, that was simultaneously backing North Vietnam in a war against the US? And so we opened doors to them and gave them literally everything they asked for, hanging Taiwan out to dry, and in return got absolutely nothing; China's aid to North Vietnam actually *increased* the year after? The corpse of a roadkill dog could have done that.

The "cease fire" with North Vietnam? That's just losing with coat of paint to poorly cover the shame! At least he had the self-respect to try to return his Nobel Peace prize. Ho Chi Minh handed him his ass on a platter and somehow that is a win on his ledger.

Accelerating arms sales to the Shah of Iran in order to back separatist fighters in Iraq? Whoops! Wow, that uh, wow what a call there. Really picked the right side.

Coup against Allende in Chile? That went well! Not to mention...he didn't. Chile coup'd Chile, Allende was a complete disaster imploding the country's economy. The Chilean military asked for permission as like a token gesture, we gave them support that didn't matter. Its like taking credit for a sports team win because you bought box seats, except at this game they dropped the opposing team's family out of a helicopter headfirst onto the pitch.

All the SALT treaty stuff started under Johnson, he continued it which is fine but is VORcel stuff. His grand "pivot to Europe" was trying to link trade policy to increases in defense spending from European partners...which didn't happen. They didn't increase them. We gave them trade deals anyway. Its fucking Trump without the memes.

On March 1, 1973, Kissinger stated, "The emigration of Jews from the Soviet Union is not an objective of American foreign policy, and if they put Jews into gas chambers in the Soviet Union, it is not an American concern. Maybe a humanitarian concern.

Awww "I'm such a cool little edgy boy, look at me and my joke about the Holocaust when discussing systemic discrimination against Jews the Soviet Union, surely this will somehow score me Realpolitik points on the Big Board that I can cash in for prize money while shedding America's moral legitimacy because it makes my dick hard."

He is the academic definition of style over substance, snottily walking from fuck-up to disaster to status-quo free ride and putting a pithy quote about The Nature of Power over it to pretend he had any to begin with. Hurry up and die already so I can stop running into you haggling over hostess tips at overpriced Georgetown restaurants.

F-

[strawberryfairi]

Apartment 519... | Neighbor! Choso Kamo X Fem Reader

A short sexy thirst💦 (Let me know if y'all want this to be a longer fic/full story)

Part 2

You moan loudly, throwing your head back as your back arches off the plush bed.

Your sweetheart of a neighbor Choso from apartment 519, the one you swore on everything was the most innocent guy you've ever come across, has you hitting your fourth orgasm of the night from just his tongue and fingers.

"Wait...w-wait!" You pant, gripping at his dark black hair, completely down and messy from your little hands running through it, cumming so hard all over his skillful tongue. He let's out a deep breathy moan, continuing to quickly flutter the tip of his tongue over your now overstimulated clit, his fingers continuing to curl deep inside your tight walls.

For a moment you wonder how you even got here in this position. Then you remember your horrific breakup with your cheating boyfriend, finding out in the most embarrassing way. But Choso happened to be there, just off work and heading up to his apartment across from yours, and came to your aid.

His concern was heartwarming, so kind and completely selfless. He'd let you vent and cry, patting your back and giving you encouragement for as long as you needed. You felt so comfortable around him you had no issue inviting him to your place.

The craziest part is that the two of you barely even spoke that much, only a few short conversations about how y'all are doing and telling each other to have a good day. Other than that you never saw a reason to converse any further, seeing as you had a boyfriend at the time. At least you were faithful and considerate.

Yet here you are now, aching for him to finally strip fully naked the way he has you and sink himself inside you as deep as he can.

And he does...

A gasp escapes your lips, eyes squeezed shut and your brows furrowed deeply as your nails dig into his biceps. The feeling of being stretched out to the max has you seeing galaxies. You're so wet, the sounds of your pussy squelching along his length making the two of you feel nearly intoxicated.

"That idiot doesn't deserve you, baby. He can't handle this pussy anyways. So fuckin' creamy..." He coos into your ear, taking your legs and placing them over his shoulders, folding your body in half.

"Chosooo! Oh fuck!" You cry out shakily. The way he talks to you turns you on such a shameful amount. Your ex couldn't even begin to compare. He never would'a spent so much time eating you out and fingering you, not really the type to linger on foreplay. But Choso, he takes his time, basking in your reactions from your shaky legs to the way you unintentionally yank and pull on his hair.

"If you were mine", He says lowly, pulling out just to the tip, "I'd make you feel good like this every night." He finishes, diving back inside you till his hips met your soft skin. All you could do was whimper, feeling his strokes becoming harder, and faster.

"I'm gonna cuuum!" You whine loudly, tears starting to build up around the corners of your eyes.

"Already baby?" He tilts his head to the side, his tone all teasing and slightly playful as he keeps pounding into you.

"Right there! Right there, uuuugh!" You scream, walls fluttering around his glorious length.

"Such a good girl. You're perfect, baby." He purrs, crashing his lips against yours for a sloppy, wet kiss. He pulls away, looking your right in the eyes, his gaze on fire with lust.

"Keep cumming for me like that."

↳A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Wheeeeew chile it’s hot in here😮‍💨

[zvdvdlvr]

Can u do more uhhh HCS with like dating Johnny n stuff? I'M SORRY I JUST LOVE THEMSELVES SO MUCH! Anyway tyyyy

- 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐇𝐂𝐬

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𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: 𝗎𝗇𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝖺 𝗂 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗌𝗈 𝗂 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖽. 𝖨𝖳𝖲 𝖮𝖪𝖠𝖸 𝖨𝖬 𝖨𝖭 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 𝖶𝖨𝖳𝖧 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖬 𝖳𝖮𝖮 <3

{ 💍 }

- humble af

- absolutely 100% let people walk on over him when he was by himself

- but when you came into the picture, everything was flipped upside down

- dally seemed tame compared to you when you were upset

- im talkin: "you even breathe 'round my boyfriend again, i swear to everything on this damned planet, you'll be scared to take a step outide your house again, savvy?"

- JOHNNY LOVESSSSS BEING HELD BY YOU (later on in the relationship)

- the first couple weeks you guys started dating where kinda awkward, speaking as johnny had to really make himself vulnerable in a romantic relationship

- but all the waiting was worth it <3

- big on linking pinkies if i havent already said that

- johnny's hands get sweaty for one, and two it's something unique and different and johnny loves that sm

- needy when tired

- A DAMN KOALA WHEN Y'ALL CUDDLING I SWEAR

- it's so cute, fam. like, he'll have his head buried into ur chest, smothering himself but refusing to leave bc he needs to be that close to you

- the kind to seek you out in crowds or whatever

- sloppy kisser

- i

- he's super shy, so please let him know it's okay that he's not that good of a kisser, etc.

- LOVES when you compliment/praise him

- dally was wary of you at first obvi

- he didn't like how close you were getting with johnny, so he kept an eye on you

- but he realized johnny was smiling a little more, branching out, speaking up the smallest bit, cracking jokes

- dally absolutely sat you down to talk about your intentions with his son (/j?)

- BLUSHES AT EVERYTHING CHILE

- it's so sweet tho, like,

- hug from behind? red. a kiss to the sensitive skin under his ear? squirming. praising him? woozy. calling him 'pretty boy', 'sweetheart', 'angel', 'my love'???? passed out.

- you could pour hot soup in his lap and he'd apologize for wasting your time

- simp, tbh

- reassure him. constantly. please.

- if you smoke, SHOTGUN WITH HIM PLEASE

- he thinks its so hot

- yearns to do it with you, but wont say anything in case you get icked by it

- if you don't smoke, johnny's very careful to keep his cigarettes and cigarette smoke away from you

- either a physical touch, acts of service, or affirmation kinda guy, mainly depending on how you show your love

- goodbye kisses are a must

- wouldn't really talk about his parents unless you guys where like way into ur relationship

- PLEADE KUSS THE SCAR ON HIS FAXE

- mb

- please kiss the scar on his face

- it makes him feel vulnerable n shiz, but when u like brush a thumb over it with a small smile, johnny always wonders whats goin through ur head

- one time when you did that really late at night, johnny finally asked why you looked at that little scar with so much emotion

- you shrugged, only offering "it makes you look tuff" but he knew there was more behind ur words <3

- 102829282029202974389347902999/10, where can i get one

johnny taglist: @paxdawg

[dreamersville]

Hand Holding w/Izuku & Bakugou

an? i loveeeeee loveee loveeee small things like hand holding and walking arm arm and huggs and just physical touch in genereal just make me sooo 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰. *sighs* back to reality. um i realy dont know where i was going with these fr but 900 words later and here we are, i do hope y’all enjoy💜. request are open.

pairings? izuku x reader, bakugou x reader

tw? none

Izuku - imagine 3rd year izuku all beefed p from the previous 2 years of training, he grew more into his quirk and in turn growing more into his body, kinda lost the baby face but them eyes man whewww chilee

Anywaysssss, you and him are dating without the title if that makes sense, it's not that yall dont want the title it just that's all sorted never put a label on it, its during you're Modern hero Art class that you all have a break because midnight was needed elsewhere for moment, naturally you found a pair of red sneakers making there to you as you lay with your head on your desk, you sit up expecting izuku to take his usually place on top of your desk but instead he just stands to the side, shifting from feet to feet. Like he was nervous or sum, you were about to crack a joke until izuku made a fleet attempt to grab the hand you were previously laying on, now idk what he thought he was finna accomplish butttttt yea. Cute attempt tho, you clutch your stomach from laughing so hard as izuku stands there and buries his face in his hand trying to hide his reddening face from you, but you catch on while you were recovering from that intense laughing fit, “you wanted to do something izu zu” you asj trying to pry his hands from his face, now while you and izuku are closer than you are will your other class mater yall try not to go to hard with the PDA and holding hands??? Seems like a lot of PDA  … to say that I don't usually do these types of things, but I mean there's nothing wrong with a little change. Instead of trying to decipher izuku mumbling, you simply take the hand that you have already freed from his face and intertwine your fingers together. Somehow this increases izuku mumbling so you sigh as you make him sit on your desk and you sit back in your seat stroking his hand that you're not holding with you to let him calm down from his rant.

Bakugou- yall dont understand how much i eat this trope up ( he insecure about his hand cause they sweat) bandwagon so bad   its really ridiculous, but i needed a break from it,  so here we areeeee, katsuki who kinda calmed down ??? like yeah all you mfs still extras and what not but obviously y'all should know by now so it's not point in reiterating it again. Anyways, you and bakugou are helping baku squad study before these finals come around, which eventually turned into you guys just lazing around talking and watching tv. Strange things is playing in the background, while denki and sero are arguing about which song would be able to get them from the upside faster mina is humming a song as placing bows and barretts in kiri’s hair you look to your left and see bakugou and jirou talking further down the coach from you , so you lay back with one ar, stitching over your head while your other arm is being draped over your eyes and you relax back into the couch. It seems like you took a little nap as when you wake up, mostly everything and everybody is being cleared from the common room. Do you move, sit up and stretch and feel your hand being restricted? No that's not the right word, you shift your gaze to where your hand is and see why you couldn't move your hand, bakugou, bakugou katsuki was holding your hand in his lap while he was laying next to you phone on his chest as an almight video counties to play, to say that you are shocked truly feels like a understatement for the amount of feelings you are feeling right now, why would he want to be holding your hand, in his sleep nonetheless, yeah he yells at you less and lets you in his dorm sometimes but that's just to yk study and stuff, not that you ever get any studying down because you are always trying to glance at bakugou to already see he's looking at you and yea maybe you and him both know yall dont need to go out and get the groceries together despite it not being yall week just so y'all could laugh and talk and you could convince to sneak a few extra snacks in and sure you might have caught his looking at you sometimes… okay. Maybe you have a crush and maybe your crush likes you back, but this is too much to deal with after you woke up from a nap that you weren't even trying to take, through the mist of all your thinking bakugou woke up from his nap ??? If you could even call it that fr, anyways he’s been up long enough to see that you saw him holding your hand and he heard you muttering about crushes and what not so he thought he'd just yk confess, so he does all while he is still holding your hand.

[makedatmoneymayne]

✨✨Welcome to The Boys✨✨

--Y/N(I might give her a name later) is a store owner who loves what she does,BAKING. Ever since a young child she enjoyed it. Later on in her baking career, she started catering for shows like Supernatural, Dexter, and Grey's Anatomy. Now she's gotten a call from the one and only Eric Kripke to cater for the cast and crew of The Boys--

Y/N is a BLACK woman.☺️

🕺🏾MEET THE PEEPS🕺🏾

Y/N❤️

Owner of the shop

Bestie/Co-Owner of the store

Kapoia💗

Best Frenn/Co-Owner (technically)

Julaya💙

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Lovely Day✨

You and the girls, well more like just the girls you were terrified of riding bikes on hills. They decided that it was a perfect morning to get some air and ride y'all bikes to work for the day. Julaya swerves whilst Kapoia does wheelies trying to get you to join in. "Y/N do some tricks or sumn, you lookin like you being made to do this with how hard you're grippin the handles." Kapoia yells zooming off with Julaya laughing their asses off at you. "Girl hush, you know I'm scared of riding on these hills. I see the shop right up ahead lemme speed up."

You all slowly come to a slight stop as yall see a man laying on the bench right outside your shop reading a newspaper.

As yall inch closer you notice his face immediately. "Omg heyyyy Eric!" You scream running up to him for a hug. "Hey honey!" He catches you and lifts you up. You look over his shoulder and notice Julaya and Kapoia giving you a look of confusion. "IS THAT YO NIGGA Y/N!" Julaya yells still confused. Eric dies of laughter, "No dumbass, this was the first director of a tv show I catered for. Yall know the show Supernatural?" The girls start screaming and rambling, "come on inside please you're like a legend." You just shake your head walking into the shop right after Eric.

The Shop✨

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"So why are you here anyways E?" You ask confused by his presence. "Awww what happen to the nick name Eric pooh" Eric pouts at you "Chile that was a long time ago, things change" You say walking behind the counter already smelling the fresh coffee and pastries. "Anyway, I'm here to ask you to cater for my cast and crew again." "Oh reallyyy what's the show called?" You raised your eyebrow slightly seeing Julaya and Kapoia out your peripheral, listening in while still setting up. "Have you heard of a show called the boys?" The girls start screaming again nonstop. "Wait y'all what is it." They collectively gasp and Kapoia starts actin up. "Girl what the fuck what do you watch Virgin River or some shit?" She looks at you waiting for an answer and as you didn't answer she already knew. Julaya snickers and mumbles under her breath, "Aw hell naw". "Don't answer that, it's about these FINE ASS superheroes that are highkey corrupt." Kapoia says with heavy emphasis shoving a picture of the superheroes in question in front of your face out of their costumes.

"OH MY FUCKIN GOSH IS THAT JENSEN!?" Y/N yells loosing her mind. "Yeah I know right he got old on us, ladies still adore him though even labeled him "zaddy" ." Kapoia laughed so hard she started coughing before sayin, "I know thass right, alright I'm gonna leave my phone with you babe so I can keep baking for Eric" Eric always asks for 4 boxes of anything that's delicious. "Who's that fine ass man in the back middle" you ask. "Lemme see, oh that's Antony Starr. He's a cool guy kind of quiet , but cool." Eric says shrugging his shoulders walking out the door heading back to his car to go arrive on set. "Alright honey I got to go back to set before everyone shows up. Just bring it by 4pm." He yells walking out on his phone to warn his boys about you showing up with pastries showing pictures of you all.

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3:00pm hits as you and the girls hop in the delivery truck getting on the road. You're blasting System of a Down - B.Y.O.B, windows rolled down. "STILL YOU FEED US LIES FROM THE TABLECLOTH" You all scream in unison. A big black Suv pulls up next to you guys at red light but you pay it no mind. Their windows are rolled down waiting to surprise you guys with the next lyrics to the song. Jensen and Jack yell in unison with you guys, "Lalalalalalalalalala Ouuuu!" You snap your neck over aggressively trying to roll your window up from Jack and Jensen who were laughing hysterically. "Oh my gooossshhh roll up pleasseeee!" "JACK WE LOVE YOUUU AND ANTONY, Y/N THINKS YOUR SEXY" Julaya says from the passenger. You zoom off deciding to taking the long way to drop off the pastries.

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On Set✨

You walk through the trailers trying to get to the main room. A trailer door opens aggressively, Antony and Chace walk out laughing. You drag the two girls away quickly not wanting Antony to see you girls after Julaya's outburst. "Girl what the fuck you draggin us for they still saw yo foine ass. Had em droolin." Kapoia laughs. "Wait for real wait is the dress cute? Is the makeup eating?" "BREATHE GIRL we aint even delivery the food yet come on you look sexy." Julaya mentions walking away with the boxes. "Heyyyyy honey it smells so good and fresh." Eric says giving a tight hug like yall didn't just see each other 5 hours ago. "Alright alright let gooo and eat it let me know how it tastes, text me alright?" You turn around walking noticing Julaya and Kapoia has wandered off. "I told them they can chill before you walked up to us." You turn, "Aww how nice I'll text them to not take too much of those actors' time." You begin to text while walking away zoned in on your phone. Walking through the trailers you crash into a hard body head first. You grip your head immediately snapping back into reality, "Oh shit i'm so sorry." Looking up you make eye contact with Antony mother fucking Starr. "It's okay darling." He bites his lip not hiding him scanning her curvy body. You stare back him in the eyes noticing them glance down to your the lip you're now biting seductively. Snapping out of it, make the most random excuse which was, "Oh well um hi I've gotta go back to my shop." Looking over you see your girls. "YALL COME ON WE GOTTA BUSINESS TO RUN!" Once you see your girls jogging over to the car, you start up the car. "The fuck you in such a rush for? We own the fuckin place, we can open later." Kapoia says upsettingly putting her seatbelt on. Ignoring Kapoia you notice Julaya in the back lipstick smudge like hell. "GIRL WHO THE FUCK YOU MAKE OUT WITH" You ask looking in the rearview at her. "Huh what Jessie girl he was so fine in them pictures I couldn't help myself." Shaking your head you turn up your radio, blasting Frank Ocean - Solo with Antony on the brain.

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End of chapter one❤️💗💙

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~~If anyone wants more let me knoww~~

~~i lowkey got bored and noticed barely anyone wrote Antony Starr/Homelander fics for black women so uh here~~

--If i messed up my bad im not really proof reading--

Enjoy☺️

[joyswonderland1108]

What?

How is it even JK's fault that Tae can't travel to see him and support him?

First of all, and i'll say it beforehand i don't know the exact details of the law so don't ask me about any further information, i know it very superficially if you need more information you might want to ask a K-army or a K-friend in general. With that being said, since BTS announced and publicly that is that they're cancelling their military service postponement and will be enlisting after the completion of their solo activities, they are now bound by the military rules.

Which means, the boys cannot travel outside of the COUNTRY, without an official schedule aka something related to their work, whatever other activity they decide to do while out of the country is their own business but they just can't travel for "fun" and supporting another member is actually inside that "fun" box it ain't no official or professional schedule.

Up until now the two times we were sure Jimin was there for members (Hobi and Yoongi) he still had a professional schedule aside but he took the chance to make it in time to support his hyungs. A friend brought up Joon in Spain with his family and while it might look like a regular vacation for some but he DID have a professional schedule, he also took that opportunity to make it a mini family trip, it's basically a win-win situation, you get an official schedule you grab the opportunity which is always great to see our boys having a good time.

Now, Jimin is "coincidentally" (I don't think it's coincidental at all but you feel me) having an official schedule during this period, was it pre-fixed or was he able to arrange it to be able to support our Maknae AND get some work done? Maybe, maybe he went for the two birds one stone strategy. Up until now we have no idea what's up, will he be able to attend GMA or not, we have NO IDEA.

For all we know, Tae doesn't seem to be having any official schedule for now, not in Paris not in the US so again, no official schedule means no flying out of the country. So why tf is JK to blame? He's not the one making up official schedules. Their only concern is Jimin and i'm sitting over here thinking why aren't they questioning why wouldn't Yoongi go too? Since apparently Tae is being "held back by the evil step-mother that is Hybe" to go support the love of his life, Yoongi isn't held back by anything so why isn't he going? Makes us go back to the same point which is : No official schedule.

Second of all, Bitch! And if Tae isn't interested in going on a 10+ hours flight just to support a member, doesn't even have to be JK and even if the military rules weren't applying, he doesn't have to, why do they make it seem like it's a MUST that Tae should go to support JK, support isn't just by being physically present, how do they know he's not very actively encouraging him via messages and video calls?

Bitches are quick to assume Jikook aren't even texting each other but now they're assuming that about TK as well or..? And again if it's Tae's choice to not travel all the way to the US for one day, then how tf is JK to blame? It's not like JK has been plotting with the evil step-mother again to stop Tae from going to him dafuq?

It's one thing to be a delusional shipper and another to be a delusional maniac. This isn't just shipping blindly, this is projection, very blurred lines between reality and fiction, dementia? Please go get treated in a mental hospital. I know someone else was saying that Jimin is going to grab the attention yada yada, why is he grabbing the attention just when it comes to JK? Why wasn't that said about him when he went to support Hobi and Yoongi?

All this bla bla bla and we're not even a 100% sure Jimin is going to GMA anyways, they're already combusting just at the thought of Jimin and JK being in the same country, same city. Chile~ anyways so.. SEVEN IS COMING!!!!! Are you ready? Personally i'm not, but i am at the same time.

(Tagging this under Jikook because well.. Jikook.)

[melancholysway]

TMNT Headcanons: Toxic Traits [Pt II]

bc i can AND I WILL

Leonardo

LECTURER KING

if you do something wrong, just like he does with Raph, you’re getting a lecture

if you burn yourself by accident, he’ll go on a whole tangent about how you have to be more careful

it comes from a good place, but he’s so stern when he talks and sometimes seems angry it’s just ???

not only this but he’s more your mom than a boyfriend

like the man will tell you shit your mom would

“you can’t come it’s too dangerous” “it’s too dark for you to be outside”

which yes it’s nice that he’s being aware and protective but he also gets pissed when you don’t listen to him??

Raphael

sucks at providing emotional support

like if Raph can’t handle his own emotions wtf do you think he’s gonna do with you😭?

like he can hug you or hold you, but he's not the best at kind words or reassurance

raph is 10000% all about touch and action, he doesn't really use his words to help you

because he sucks at emotional support, he will always deal with his own shit alone

and don't pry either or he's gonna get annoyed

if he doesn't wanna talk about it, don't try with him

"bUt i CaN FiX Him!" chile- anyways so

like pick me choose me omg

no

let him get through it, if he wants to talk about it, he will

if he doesn't, he doesn't.

Donatello

obsessive?

and NOT in a good way

like will constantly call and text you, triple text quadruple text

if you tell him to back off a bit he’ll literally be offended

“but I love you :(“

which is cute, but still.

some people need their personal space :/

jealous, and in a bad way

like if you have guy friends he's not gonna wanna hear ANYTHING about them

even if they're really good friends, he doesn't want to hear about it

stalks your social media to see who you're hanging with or what you're doing, not because he doesn't trust you, but just because ;-;

Michelangelo

okay like Donnie he's obsessive too

but he will actually come over unannounced

tries to convince you to hang with him instead of your other friends

jealous of you hanging or talking with his brothers, he thinks you'll leave him for them everytime you say hello or something

i already said he's clingy, but HE'S CLINGYYY 24 hours 365 days a year

thinks you're gonna break up with him everytime you get upset or in a fight when it's literally never the case

like you could tell him that you have to cancel plans and he automatically thinks you're gonna break up with him??

gets extremely jealous of human guys, because he's sort of insecure about his image and always, ALWAYS thinks you're gonna leave him for a "normal" guy even after you tell him (very often might i add,) that you wouldn't do something like that.

//

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[the-wales-5]

"Crazy for this girl" (Chapter 4)

“Will it be a costume party?!” Laura asked

November was shaping up to be a tiring time for everyone owing to next month's Martinmas semester exams. Aware of it William wanted to organise a party to help everyone relax but also to make up for the few parties he had missed. He revealed his plans to a circle of friends he had gotten over the last few weeks while they were sitting in the dining hall.

“No, but I was thinking of a themed one, and the most popular thing these days is Harry Potter as I reckon so might be it” William said

“Sounds great, it’s a pity I am unable to be in two places simultaneously” Catherine sighed

“Why?” her friend Olivia Bleasdale asked.

“People from Rupert’s course are organising something on the same day, and he already confirmed our attendance. It is all planned weeks in advance. I'm sorry”

“A lawyers party full of snobbism instead of a Harry Potter themed one, that sounds fun” Fergus laughed sarcastically. Kate took a sip of orange juice “This is not my fault that he planned something, right?” She shrugged off.

Laura looked at William at the same moment as she asked “Is your girlfriend coming?”.

The prince had been meeting Carley Massy-Birch, and their relationship was well-known amongst his friends.

“She hasn't given me a direct reply yet, but I think she'll be there” he replied “Anyway, would 7 pm be the right time for a start?”

“Yes, but only if you want us to be drunk as hell by 9pm, Wills. Make it 8 pm at least” Fergus replied

“That way you’ll be drunk as hell by 10 pm” Catherine said, wanting to have revenge on him for his recent remarks about her boyfriend. Everyone burst into laughter.

“Stop making him feel embarrassed. Boyd knows the reality. He'll be drunk yet before the party starts” Olivia said, and that caused yet another wave of laughs.

“You can help me to write down the list of attendees” William said then

“But this is not a royal gathering, Wales”

The prince laughed and rolled his eyes in a playful way. “I just want to make sure that everyone who attends the party knows to address me as Steve. For security reasons. Stop teasing me and give me a pen instead”

“I haven't got one. They'll address you as Mr ‘writing names down without our consent’? Be careful. We may all boycott your social event before it even begins” Fergus joked again.

“I was about to write yours right now, but it looks like you are the first to be crossed out instead” William chuckled, got hit on the elbow from his friend, and then finally noted down several names on the paper with Catherine’s pen.

~

“Are you busy or going somewhere in particular now?” William asked her as soon as the rest of their friends left the table.

Middleton looked at the phone and noticed no response from Rupert to a text message that was sent by her yet in the morning.

“I thought that we could finally talk about the Raleigh expedition. For some reason, we had no time for that before”

“Some reason being endless hours of lectures” Catherine remarked, and William looked down, awaiting her final reply, assuming that it would be a negative one.

“Yes, sure. We can talk about it now” Catherine replied within seconds as she switched her phone off at the same time. “Share your experience first. You were there before me, right?” She smiled a little.

As it turned out, the Chile gap year was just the first of many topics they touched upon in a conversation that lasted for almost two hours until they decided to return to their rooms.

“It was so nice to talk and to think about something more than our classes, Kate”

“That was nice for me too," she said as she stared at William, who was slowly going upstairs to his room.

“I hope we'll continue this discussion soon” William said and vanished from Middleton's view. He smiled with his eyes closed, thinking how those few hours were so far one of the best times at St Andrews for him. “I need to give her that pen back finally” William thought when he noticed it in his pocket and slowly turned back. Right at that same time, Catherine saw Rupert on the other side of the hall. She was about to ask why he had been ignoring her text messages and felt ready to argue when she realised that he hid a huge bouquet of red roses behind himself and apologised for his behaviour. Catherine smiled and slowly kissed him on the lips. William had been staring at the scene between the two of them from a distance until Middleton closed her door.

*

“Do we really have to attend that party?” Kate asked her boyfriend while they were on a walk moments later.

“You had no objection to that before. Why do you ask now?” Rupert frowned a little

“Can’t you call it off and for once go somewhere with me?”

“I am often going out with you, Katie”

“I want to have fun yet before exams, not listen to boring conversations between you and other guys wearing a tie even though they're just 24!” she replied, a little bit louder

“Katie, stay calm, please. Now, all you show is that you are simply over-dramatic. Don't you remember? Raisin Weekend and foam fight had taken place not so long ago, and it was fun, wasn't it?”

“Indeed. The thing is, I just want you to think it all over, Rupert” she said, getting lost in her thoughts. She then simply carried on walking and looking at the early evening's sky from time to time.

***

Chapter 5

[k-sickies]

Sick on Tour

Jiung ends up being sick while they're touring but Keeho and Soul take good care of him.

This one is for @whats-k-popping

Hope you enjoy it!

Warning: description of vomit/throwing up

The members of P1harmony are currently on tour. Right now they're in a hotel in Chile. The next stop of their tour. Everyone was excited for this tour as they had a lot of fun at the previous stops. However, something wasn't quite right.

 

“Shit..” Keeho mumbled as he rubbed over Jiungs arched back. 

The younger violently expelling everything that’s left in his system. It wasn’t much anymore since he was throwing up for at least one hour now. 

It all started with Jiung crawling into Keehos bed in the middle of the night and complaining about a stomach ache. Alarming Keeho since the younger wouldn’t do that the night before they attend a show, knowing everyone needs their sleep. At that point Keeho knew it was serious, but not that it was that serious. 

After a few hours the horrible stomach ache morphed into nausea. It hit him all at once and almost soiled his Hyungs blanket. Luckily he made it in time and since then he couldn’t move out of the bathroom. 

And now, one hour later, his stomach still can’t help but be upset. 

“Shh, hey calm down.” Keeho whispered into the younger’s ear, leaving a peck on his cheek. 

Jiung breathed heavily as he couldn’t help but dry gag. His hair is sweat soaked and sticking on his neck and forehead. Its not only the nausea, he is running a fever too. making him even more uncomfortable. One of his arms is wrapped around his churning stomach as his other hand is gripping the toilet seat. His knuckles turning white from how much he’s gripping on it. The nausea is still overwhelming, even though he can feel that there isn’t anything left in his system anymore. All he bought up was stomach acid which burned in his throat, leaving a disgusting taste. 

Somehow he managed to calm down enough to move away from the toilet. Leaning his whole weight into Keehos embrace as he hides his face into the leaders shoulder. 

“I don’ feel good, Hyung..” he slurred sadly, voice heavy with sleep that is over taking him. 

Keeho only furrowed his eyebrows in concern, he hates to see any of the members in pain. 

“Let’s go to bed, you need some sleep.” 

After helping Jiung to change into a fresh Pyjama, They both laid down in bed. A look at the clock and Keeho cursed in his mind. They only had three hours to sleep. He really hoped that Jiung would feel better in the morning. There’s no way he can attend a show like this. However, knowing Jiung he would tough it out to attend anyways. Even if he won't dance and just sing but that would be enough to bug Keeho. The leader wants his younger member to rest, maybe cuddle with any of the members. Taeyangs smile that makes everything better, Souls weird humour to keep him in a good mood, Jongseob bringing him tea, Intak trying his best to reassure him…and some soft pecks and head pats from Keeho himself..

God, he really hopes that the younger will feel better, that it was just nerves. 

As Jiung presses himself further into Keeho's arms, the older one can't help but smile. 

“Cute.” He mumbled to himself, knowing that Jiung was already in dreamland.

-

The next day made it obvious that Keeho's prayers weren’t heard. 

Jiung was still sick and of course he had to attend the show. At least this time the medicine was working a bit and he wasn’t throwing up the whole time. However, his fever and stomach are still bad enough that Keeho wants him to stay back. But there’s to chance, so he made it his job to look after the younger as well as he could.

Around half of the day, Jiung was feeling okay, not good but also not as bad as before. Well, until they had to get ready for they day. It was still enough time until the sound check would even start but they still needed to prepare a lot of stuff here and there. As an idol you get used to the hectic schedules but today the stress only made Jiungs headache worse and increased the nausea. His stomach churning and his belt uncomfortable pressing on his sensitive middle. At least his jacket was covering his stomach, he was sure his stomach was a bit bloated too. In all honesty he felt awful.  Sweat was dripping down his neck, he was pale and not even the make-up could cover that. All he wants to do is go home and curl up in bed, but he can’t. His stubbornness wont let him. He at least wants to attend the concert and sing for P1ece. All he could do right now is search out for his spot of comfort. Since last night that spot was Keeho.

“Hyung..?” Jiung whispered, trying to get the attention of the leader.

Keeho leaned his body closer to the younger and whispered “I know. It’s okay.”

He tried to reassure the younger, knowing he isn’t feeling well, throwing up the whole night sure doesn’t do anything good to one's body. Especially when you have to attend a concert the next day. Keeho can imagine how bad his Dongsaeng must be feeling.

“Here.” He spoke softly as he wrapped his arm around the younger’s shoulder. “I’m right beside you. And if it gets too bad let me know."

Jiung smiled softly and nodded. The action melted his heart, knowing his Hyung is really worried about him and just wants the best for all the members.

“Thank you.” Jiung mumbled.

-

Somehow Jiung made it through the concert. The members and staff didn't know how he managed to keep his composure on stage and act as if nothing was wrong when the moment he was backstage he either threw up or was on the verge of passing out. To be honest, Jiung too didn't know how he did that. Right now he was just relieved that the concert was over and he could just relax.

However, that didn’t take away the increasing fever. He’s getting dizzy and his body feels way too hot but at the same time he is freezing. Apparently Keeho noticed this as he casually wrapped one arm around the younger one's waist and led him to the next couch. 

Immediately he guided Jiung over to the couch, letting him sit there. Knowingly, Keeho grabbed the nearest trash can and placed it beside the younger one. 

He wrapped his arms around Jiungs shoulder and let him rest on his chest. Jiung leaned into the touch, his whole frame shaking. He was feeling so cold and just needed some warmth. He felt like he’s on a rollercoaster. But his Hyung managed to hold him steady. 

Back in the hotel the other members looked worried at Jiung, wanting to help but also knowing that they shouldn’t overwhelm him.

Soul was the first to make a step toward him. 

“It’s my turn" Soul grinned to lift up the mood. 

Gently Soul gave Keehos shoulder a squeeze. 

The older one smiled and nodded, thankful that Soul will take care of the rest and he could relax and take a shower himself.

And so Jiung and Soul were left alone in the Souls hotel room.

Jiung had his arms wrapped right around the younger, clinging to him like a lifeline. 

“I feel like shit..” Jiung mumbled sadly.

“Hyung! How could you use such words?" Sould fake gasped and tried to lighten up the mood a bit. 

It worked as Jiung looked up and smiled gently. 

“Will you stay with me?” 

Soul nodded “I won’t leave you here and pass out on your own.” 

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss on the older man's forehead.

Soul leaned into the touch. Happy that Soul will stay with him. 

As if his stomach sensed that he relaxed, it churned again. A burp escaped his throat leaving a sour taste in his mouth.

“Not again...” he groaned. 

Soul knew what that meant and quickly grabbed the trash can. Just in time he held it under the olders chin. At a rapid rate, stomach acid was rushing up Jiungs throat. Hitting the plastic of the trash can. He couldn’t help but let the tears flow. Gagging and choking on air. It didn’t only feel horrible, it also sounded horrible.

For a moment the sick flow stopped and he couldn’t catch his breath.

Moaning in discomfort as the nausea increased again. His stomach was cramping and the nausea was unbearable. He was in a cold sweat and squeezed his eyes shut. His breath hitched and he started to breath in and out loud and uncomfortable. The contents in his stomach swirling and sloshing around. Air bubbles stuck in his chest and he couldn’t do anything else but press his arms into his aching stomach.

“Deep breaths, Hyungie. You need to calm down.” Soul said softly, trying to stay calm himself.

Somehow he managed to calm the older one down. He took the trash can aside and carefully cleaned Jiungs mouth with a tissue.

The older squeezed his eyes shut, feeling extremely dizzy. He leaned back into the bed, only feeling how Soul stroked through his hair. His dongsaengs cold hands felt like heaven on his sweat soaked skin. 

Soul pulled the older in his arms, letting his head rest on his chest, as he rubbed small and gentle circles on the olders upset stomach.

"I just wanna go home.." Jiung mumbled sadly.

"Only a few stops and we will be in Korea again." Sould smiled.

"No..I mean.." Jiung stopped and bit down on his lower lip to stop it from trembling. 

'Hm? What do you mean?" Soul asked as he tilted his head in confusion.

Jiung tried. He really tried but he just couldn't stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks. Maybe it was his fever that made him so emotional or all the stress. He doesn't know. But he couldn't help but to cry. "I miss my family.." he said between sobs.

Soul hummed as he pulled the older closer. He kissed Jiungs forehead. "I know how that feels. I feel homesick a lot of the time too.." 

Jiung hiccuped "How can you deal with it so easily?" 

"It's because of all of you. You became my family and no matter how much I miss home you guys always cheer me up. Even if it's unintentionally. I feel safe knowing that I have friends who are always there for me and would never let me down. Who accept me for you I am. That doesn't make me miss my family any less but it makes it better." Soul said, trying his hardest not to tear up himself.

The older one nuzzled his head into Sould shoulder. The two of them holding each other. They stayed like this for a while. It was a comfortable silence between the two members.

“Thank.” Jiung suddenly said as he pressed a soft peck on his Souls hand.

Soul giggled. "Try to sleep."

[cxhleel108]

S7 Thots for this week: Why is everyone here actually delusional asf???

(Apologies for posting this late guys I was very tired when I started writing this…I was also high asf so be mindful of that while you read lol.)

• Oh great now #Raphne is going through shit and everyone’s gonna have to dedicate their whole life to fixing it!

• Bryson laying it on THICC this morning I know dats rightttt😛😛😛

• No seriously why ze fook are we helping them with their issues? I need these people to go back to university or wherever and take a communication course cuz y’all are clearly lacking.

• Tanya so messy for asking that. Girl you know exactly who tf it is why you lowkey telling on yourself like that?😭😭😭

• #Raphne is 100% completely done y’all omg! (Bullshit)

• NO YOU WILL NOT!

• Willow is STILL talking as if anybody give af about what she got to say. Someone get this woman a hobby I’m begginggggg.

• I love having bathing suits worth mentioning now😍

• Ain’t no way they tryna force a argument between me and my partner over this Raf and Daphne mess…bitch.

• WE DONT HAVE TO AGREE ON EVERY SINGLE THING TO BE IN SYNC THATS NOT HOW COUPLES OR HUMANS WORK!

• Talk less sir.

• Why is there always some of the girls trading jealous looks when it comes to this challenge. The point is to literally kiss everyone and y’all still be getting salty, get over it??? Maybe I’m just crazy but I would literally not care.

• Once again Willow is putting on a show for her imaginary friends and nobody in the real world is gagging.

• Wow, now all of a sudden we don’t know how to kiss each other properly because we couldn’t help another couple stop arguing over fucking sheets😕

• How am I having more chemistry with Raf than my own man? God help us.

• Omg Evan came back for me y'all😍😍😍😍😍

• Paying gems magically brings back chemistry to our couple I guess.

• Girl you deserve a 10 backwards.

• That joke bullshit…BOO! CORNY! LAME! 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅

• Bryson real lucky he’s cute or I wouldn’t allow him to be acting like a 12 year old about his feelings.

• #Raphne is back together woohoo! (They’re literally gonna break it off again as soon as Daphne founds out bout Raf’s crush)

• Don't force me to have a moment with her ew! That ho is NOT my friend.

• There’s quite literally no reason to speak to everyone about the recoupling. NO REASON!

• Outfit time!🤩

• Eat! Eat! Eat!

• Thought Bryson was finna ask us to be his girlfriend right then and there ugh I need him to hurry up.

• CAN YOU ALL LEAVE US THE ABSOLUTE FUCK ALONE LIKE GODDAMN????

• Vicky if you can see how close me and Bryson are then why would you…never mind why even ask at this point.

• Bonnie has been trying to get with Tanya since the beginning of time. Girl just give up PLEASE.

• Girl who tf is you-

• Why did we get dressed up just to go speak to 3 people???????????? Chile anyways it’s outfit time AGAIN✨

• EAT! EAT! EAT!

• LMAOOOO she's such a loser I almost feel bad...almost.

• Uma you know good and well you meant to record them boys fighting. Fuck outta here with that excuse💀

• Y'all will not let Jake REST oh my goodness.

• Oooo y’all the way Bryson is fighting for us…kinda feeling butterflies in my stomach and elsewhere🤭🤭🤭

• Everyone here is so delusional when it comes to Tanya holy fuck. Actually no, this happens every season. Why do some of these people think that just because THEY feel a good connection with MC that automatically means she wants them? Like baby that’s not how this works…

• Oh Bryson don't end half of the villa like that-

• Daphne don’t ask me if I think you and yo man gon make it niece you don’t want my answer to that lmao.

• 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥂🥂🥂🥂🥂

• Why y’all ain’t make us do a surprise dumping so we could get Willow out? WHY IS SHE STILL HERE SHE LITERALLY HAS NOTHING TO CONTRIBUTE NOW????

• Oh I can tell you how! First, we're gonna walk in there and start marveling at every single thing in the room, specifically the bed, even though we've already been in there. Then, bet y'all won't see this coming, we're gonna find a box filled with naughty things😱😱😱 After that, we get to work and all that can be registered is the feeling of our partner's soft lips and how their hands caress our body in every place possible and then after a while we both reach our climax at the same time. Then our partner says they love us blah blah blah, we get some text about what's happening tomorrow and it's prolly the baby challenge or something equally stupid and ridiculous, and then we cuddle up and go to bed.

• If everything I just said is in next week's hideaway scene, everyone who likes this post owes me $10. I'm just playing, we all know everything I said is definitely happening. Keep your money💖

[br4tphobia]

Now sis you know you gotta give us the ☕️ on how last night happened!!!

GIRLLL. i got dickkkeeddd all the way deown!! 🙈🙈🙈 but this is what happenneeedd

ok so as soon as he step through the door we hug riighttt, then he says i smell good, like bby it ain nun new but tyy. he did too oml 😖 but yhh he askin me hru and shi and i do the same, im leadin him upstairs to my lil palaacee 🙈🙈 music was already playin the led lights was on toooo🤞🏾🤞🏾 he said “damn u really set the mood” i saaiiiddd “i js wanna have a good time” i smiled at him too, he told me i had a nice smile im not letting it go to waste !! 🙈🙈 so i lay down on the bed and i feel his hand on my ass im like sir..

but anyways i pass a controller to him bc im tryna chill first and he took it, we played a injustice 2 for a bit and he said “who wins, chooses the other person a piece of clothing to take off”

it was corny as shit but i agreed so we playedd and guess who won.. him. 😞 he told me to take off my shirt and i did blah blah he saw my tattoo and said it was pretty cool, he won again and i took off my shorts bc he said sooooo, i won this time and im telling him to take off that shirt bc i cant get over his chest tat omggg 😖 he won again.. ☹️ aannnddd the underwear haddd to go. 😕 so ms.bertha (my p$$y 💁🏾‍♀️) was js out.

“change of plans, play by urself. see if u can focus.” idk what he means until the match starts and i feel his fingers pushin against ms. bertha.. like you just awoken her, ain no goin back.

so he start fingerin me and lord. i put the controller down bc he know what he’s doing!! but he stops. 🧍🏾‍♀️ “focus” im whining bc hello? i’m tryna get fingered and u stoppin.. but yk i picked that damn controller up and started playing again but now he kissin on my damn neckk, “if you win, you dont need to worry bout allat shit.”

that pissed me off but hey. the dick was worth ittt!! so blah blahh i won and i laid the fuck back and let him finger the shittt outta be while he tonguing me downnn. hes such a good kisser 🥹

skip that shit now he inbetween my thighs. 🙈 when i tell u, HE KNOWS HOW TO EAT SUM PUSSY. oml i didnt wanna grab his hair bc what if he dont like it? but then he says “u can touch me” so i took that opportunity, i kinda tugged on it accidentally bc it felt so gooodd and bro like whines kinda!? omg. that woke me all the way up bccc 😫 bro would not let up either i had to push that mf away!! 😭

im sensitive bc i came like twice already and now im js jerkin him off while we kissinnn and then he pulls away then smiles. U GOT ME READY TO RISK IT AAALLLLLLL. cuz u still playin wimmie? ☹️☹️☹️

but yeaaa he asks for consent i said yh he slides it in and says “shit you’re wet.” oh baby ik but girl. GIRL. he filled me right tf uppp, he waited a while then he started moving and lemme tell u. ooo chile im hooked onto him!! 😖

im over here moanin n shit, soundin smexxyyy and omfg. bc tell me why this mf sounds so pretty. hes like quite kinda but you can still hear him grooaaannn ☹️ lord he was pushin down on ma stomach n urr thang, bro put my leg on his shoulder too!! oh u goin deeeppp 😖 but we wasnt in missionary long before he let me ontop, first mistake. 🙈

put that hang in reverse and took my joy ride (u get it 🤓😭😭😭) , bc lemme tell u. this nigga slaps hard as hell . AND I MEAN IT. bro slapped my ass mf hard i still saw the print when i looked in the mirror. LIKE HELLO?

oml the accent. THE MF ACCENT.. ugghg bc why is he sayin “just like that princess” HE CALLED ME PRINCESS THE WHOLE TIMR HE WAS THERE oml ☹️

so im doin my thanggg, spellin coconut with my waist a few times bc thats what really got him🤭🤭 touching all up on me i tell u 😓 thenn i lean down on the bedand threw that shit tff backk!! oml no bc i was abt to cum right so i told him, i swear when i came this nigga is talking me through it omfgg! “there you go princess” “let it out” SIRRRR. his voice was so soft im telling you!! i love me some men with nice ass voices. 😩

so we still goin and im sensitive asl so im getting loud and he is with me 🤭🤭 yk blah blah blah he nutted on my ass 💁🏾‍♀️💁🏾‍♀️ we kept the position and he put face down ass up after i had anotherr orgasm

and he fuckin my shit up oml. he told me to keep my arch i swear i could nOTT. he had to push on my back!! yk he nuts a few times i do too blah blah and swear i was on the verge of screaming when he slowed down, like he was still strokin my shit so good but slow as helll. my nigga.. he fucked me so good i called him daddy 🤭 he made me repeat that shit too like sirr. 😭 now he in my ear tellin me “nut on this dick” “you can do it” “cmon princess gimme another”

shii i did!! 🙈🙈🙈 and guess what? he nutted with me 💁🏾‍♀️🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾

trust me this was so much longer than written but he after careddd, made sure i peed blah blah

he was watching tiktok before he started kissing on me again and slid my panties deoowwnnn, he hit it from the side yk thatt i got a grip on him the way he sayin my shit so fat 🙈🙈🙈

we both came blah blah same thing every round, we rested for a lil bit

i asked him if he could take me downstairs but i was just joking!! so tell me why this nigga fr carried me downstairs.. 😛

we spent a lil time together, crackin jokes before he came up behind me, hiked my leg on the counter yawwpp, but we had to stop bc his food was done. 😒

he asked me if i was hungry but i wasnt any more bc i fucked up some cheezits

but yh we went back upstairssss and talked for a while before he laid down he woke up around 3 and already touchin on me 😞 but my friend was right we stayed like that for a while until he wanted to start playin with ms.bertha.. 😛 yk i give in immediately bc he knowsss how to use his fingers real good 😫 that middle and ring inside + the thumb ontop combo zont play!!!

ykk im pressin my ass on his print bc he got me so needy and for what? he got my face down ass up again and a notification popped up which showed my friends message, and me told me to reply.. 😞 and obviously, i did. liv u can see that 😭😭 but bro threatened to stop like no sir u gon keep goin.. ☹️

so yeppp after that i immediately fell asleep omg. he did too but guess who woke up firstt 🤭🤭 big valerie!! i wanted to brush my teeth first bc i found it a lil nasty to do that a dirty mouth. 😒 luckily he ain wake up and yk i craawwwlll under them sheets and got the fuck to work!! 🤭

he woke up and already grabbing on my head n shii. im deep throating and strokin his balls or whatevaa, got him moanin and cussin. 💁🏾‍♀️💁🏾‍♀️ he told me he was abt to cum and yk i js stroked him bc i dont got time to be havin literal kids in my mouth..but i do for them to be on my lips!

u said my lips was attractive? oh worrddd? bet. 😩 my lips was on his tip right im trying so hard not to smile bc lord the hold i had on him!!! 🙈🙈🙈 he buss all on my shit, licked them lips and he kissed me right afterr 😁

he asked me if i would be ok by myself, i told him yh bc im not tryna have my roommates see him 😭 ugh i wish he staayyyeeeddd. ☹️ but yk he took a shower and i washed his clothes 🤞🏾🤞🏾

anddd bae left around 12 ☹️☹️☹️ his tongued me tf down before leaving too like sir dpwm i will take u right back upstairs 😒

THATS IT 💁🏾‍♀️💁🏾‍♀️💁🏾‍♀️ @luvliv4lifexoxo here girl!! hope u woke ya ass up

[savebylou]

CC OMG THE SHOW WAS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING AND THE FAN PROJECTS??? did you have a good time my love?

Hi Nawal! Thank you for saying that. I did have an amazing time in the show, but honestly after DMA'S Louis my body was so tired already for some logistics that happened at the venue, but the good part was that when the Louis started I forgot about everything and enjoy the moment.

Anyway talking about the positives with the fan projects I'm so glad that they work and I'm so happy that there were cameras to capture them, I really couldn't tell for where I was if they were working out or if they look good I was doing my part and hoping for the best.

I saw the videos of the fan projects and I'm so proud that we could give this to Louis and show a glimpse of what the fandom has been over this 3 years of tour. This was possible because all the fans, the Kill My Mind fan project look incredible and this was thanks to the fans in Chile that created this and others fans projects over the years has been part of the tradition to make Louis show even more special that what they already are. And we honor that with the show in Mexico City.

He love the rainbow lights for SIBWAWC, I kind of like the idea to keep that tradition for future shows it looks really cool with first the rainbow lights during the song and then with the surrounded in the "by lights" you put your phone up, then down in surrounded and you repeat the same action, similar to the kmm fan project, after that there was supposed to be a wave of rainbow lights that started at the beginning of the first section and ended at the last section but I don't think that work or at least I haven't see a video. I still hope someone can do this in the future I love doing waves is so fun in shows in México, here is one for Harry's show we usually do waves without lights but this one with lights looks even better.

The Walls project consisted in having fan sings with Mexico Loves You and the sections have colors for the mexican flag and for this photo seem like it work.

The Saturdays fan project was having white and red lights and the first sections with hearts that said you take the pain away, it look really pretty.

I don't why I'm rambling explaining the fan projects lol.

I saw the livestream and the video doesn't do justice of how loud we were at the show, everyone was singing so loud during the songs and on the breaks yelling Louis name or saying Louis hermano ya eres mexicano (Louis, brother you are mexican/already mexican) is like a national mexican anthem for him at this point. Louis knew about this during the aotv premiere in México but probably already forgot it and his spanish is not good but I hope somoene told him what we were saying, maybe Oli 👀 there were rumours he speaks Spanish, rumours that I need to know if they are true lol.

Sorry for been all over the place with my answer I don't know if you wanted this kind of answer lol.

I hope you have a lovely day and thank you for your lovely message before my show. Is has been lovely following you and your blog.

[elpickett]

Blood Runs Red

a tommy miller fic where he's the more broken miller brother

Tomás Alejandro Casillas Miller had grown up well acquainted with blood: his own, Joel's, his mother's. The apocalypse hadn't changed much in that regard.

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Rating: T

Warnings: references to Joel's suicide attempt and child loss

Relationships: Tommy / Maria, Tommy & Joel, Tommy & Sarah, Tommy & Ellie

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51550372

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Full fic under the cut if you'd rather read things here

Tomás Alejandro Casillas Miller had grown up well acquainted with blood.

His grandfather's blood soaking the living room floor, making his parents flee their home to the USA when he was a toddler, moving to a different continent, to a country where they didn't speak the language, all to try and protect him and Joel. Tommy had never told his mother the way the blood seeping into their couch back in Chile had haunted his dreams for as long as he could remember, that it was his only memory of the home they'd left behind.

His mother's blood, loosened from her body by his father's fist when he'd had too much to drink, which had turned into his and Joel's blood by the time he was eight. He still had the scar on his arm from when the bone had gone clear through his skin when he was ten. He'd told Maria he'd been skateboarding when she'd first run her fingers over the raised mark, reminding her that 'scars are sexy, darlin',' not wanting to think too hard about how it had actually come about.

And then his father's blood, ripped from his body by a car a few short months after the broken arm (he'd often thought of the irony of his father killed by a drunk driver whilst almost definitely drink driving at the same time in a particularly nihilistic period he'd had as a teenager).

All of Joel's blood spilt trying to protect Tommy from bullies who made fun of his accent, his hair, the way he dressed. He'd switched to using Tommy then, deciding it wasn't worth Joel's blood to continue insisting that others called him Tomás. Deciding it wasn't worth more blood, even if it made him feel like a part of him was quietly dying, shedding the skin he'd grown up in.

Julia's blood, dripping down her face when she'd shown up at the Miller house when Tommy was 13, barely able to mutter the words 'I'm pregnant' to Joel before collapsing in a heap on their porch. It'd be another week until his mother had asked when Julia was going home before Julia managed to explain that she wasn't welcome at her parents' house anymore, to which his mother had pulled her into a tight hug and said she'd always wanted a daughter anyway. He'd thought it was odd then, seeing the tears drip down Joel's face as he realised he'd be a father before his nineteenth birthday, that his girlfriend (and that was a generous description of their relationship) would be living with them for the foreseeable future, that the liquid dripping down Joel's cheeks was clear and not the scarlet he had come to know so well.

The blood in the hospital room the first time he met his niece, fourteen and awkward with too long limbs, suddenly realising just how different it was going to be going forward. He'd cried then, too, realising his whole world had just realigned itself to orbit this little girl's life, and swore into her hair (already darker than his and Joel's, the curl pattern tighter) that the colour she would grow most used to wouldn't be the red he saw whenever he shut his eyes. It was a surprise to Tommy when Julia left without blood two years later, leaving behind only already signed divorce papers, an orange post note with the words 'I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry' scribbled in purple pen. It had been easier to help Joel with his bloodied knuckles than it had been to hold Sarah, sobbing her eyes out because her mother hadn't come to tuck her in at bedtime.

His own blood, then, was all he saw for the next three and a half years, getting into dumb fights at school, Joel's sighs ringing loud in his ears as he sat in the Principal's office and assured him that yes, he was Tommy's guardian (despite not being old enough to buy a beer, but it was better Joel went in to school to get him than their mother, who'd never quite managed to wrap her tongue around English), and yes, he would make sure that it didn't happen again. (It happened again). (And again). (And again).

And then the desert, the yellow sand turning a dirty rust colour from all the blood soaking into it. Tommy Miller was well accustomed to blood, yes, but he was used to it belonging to those he knew. Now everyone's blood mixed together, impossible to tell who it came from. Not that it mattered, he came to realise. The other American soldiers, those they were fighting, they all bled the same. And bleed they did. By the time Tommy came back to the US, nineteen, a veteran of Desert Storm and having seen the world in a way he had begun to think may have not been the best manner in which to do so, his hands were stained blood red whenever he looked at them. It took Sarah (four, almost almost five, so tiny and perfect and sweet, nothing like him or her grandfather or Julia, all Joel) twenty minutes to talk him down from scrubbing his hands raw when he babysat her while Joel was working late one evening, before he admitted to himself that he couldn't go on the way he was. He went back home to his tiny apartment, poured himself two fingers of the shitty whiskey he'd stolen from Joel's cupboard as payment for babysitting, and then called the therapist an army friend had given him.

The therapist never quite understood that the flashbacks and the nightmares and the dread sitting heavy in the pit of his stomach weren't from the blood, but from the fact he couldn't tell who's blood it was.

And then, again, his mother's blood. Cancer was never pretty, but Dios, was it awful. Isabella Casillas (she'd never taken her husband's name, her one act of rebellion against a husband who'd taken everything else from her) got the news from the doctor on a Tuesday, two weeks after Tommy had seen the blood she coughed into a handkerchief and she had told him it'd been happening for a while already. 'No quieres que os preocupéis' and 'necesitáis enfocar en mi nieta, estoy bien' were her repeated refrains as he and Joel hovered around the hospital bed, a six year old Sarah not fully understanding why all her free time was suddenly being spent in the hospital, but understanding the look on her father and uncle's faces. She didn't go quietly in the end, choking on the red until she slipped away. The red roses a neighbour brought over for him and Joel with a quiet 'I'm sorry for your loss' only reminded him of everything he'd lost, the colour matching the blood seeping from his palm after he'd dropped a glass and cut himself trying to pick up the pieces.

Tommy's next few years were spent working too long hours and helping Joel raise his daughter, and god, it terrified him, realising how much he could fuck her up. For all Joel's panic about not knowing what he was doing, Tommy knew he'd be fine. Joel had practically raised him, after all. He knew how to look after a child. Tommy, on the other hand, had no idea what he was doing. So he settled down (mostly), spending his free time with his niece, cleaning grazed knees from astroburn, a cut on her hand from when she tried to cook and the knife slipped. He always handled Sarah getting hurt better than Joel, too used to the way blood stained carpet and clung on under fingernails. Joel just panicked whenever his daughter was in a less than perfect state.

By the time Sarah was fourteen, Tommy had got his life mostly sorted. He still drank slightly too much, still had a tendency to go for women who he shouldn't (in his defence, she'd taken the wedding ring off before going to the bar), still tended to solve problems with his fists rather than his words. But he also had a stable job, the contracting firm he and Joel ran finally up and running mostly functionally, his own flat (not that he spent much time there), friends, and his niece. He and Sarah had always blurred the lines between being uncle and niece and siblings, Joel having raised them both in all the ways that mattered.

And then, the end of the world.

The blood flooding the jail cell as one of the other people in lockup suddenly went crazy, snarling and biting, before one of the cops finally stepped in with a bullet to the head.

The blood painting the road red as he and Joel tried desperately to get back home to Sarah, to make sure she wasn't the next person to spill their blood that night.

Sarah's blood, gushing over Joel, who was still clutching his daughter to his chest, as Tommy lifted the rifle a fraction of a second too slow to save his niece.

And Tommy saw, then, the moment Joel shattered, holding his daughter, suddenly unable to do anything. Tommy realised, in that moment, that while he'd always known the sight and smell of blood, Joel hadn't. Joel had somehow not become used to it, and had avoided the subtle comfort it gave Tommy. So Tommy watched his brother shatter in pieces, and could only stand there and think how he was a moment too slow in getting the soldiers blood to spill. A moment too slow to save his niece, the girl he'd helped Joel raise since he was still a kid himself. A moment too slow in stopping his brother becoming like him.

And then, two days later, after he'd finally persuaded Joel to bury Sarah under an old oak tree, Joel's blood, leaking from the head wound as Tommy found his brother, pistol still clutched in his hand, begging Joel to stay with him. Tommy realised, looking at Joel in that moment, that Joel had got used to blood, and decided to add his own to the river. And god, if that didn't hurt Tommy, who had watched blood spilt and never wanted more, but who had never purposely added his own to any serious degree.

In the years that followed, Tommy watched his brother become well acquainted with blood. Watched as his brother went from being kind, being patient to someone else, to someone who lived for the violence that the end of the world had brought. Tommy watched as he failed to stop Joel from turning into what he'd been since a child, since the first time he watched someone's life fade from their eyes as their life seeped out with their blood.

Soon, though, the blood stopped coming from Joel, from Tommy, became everyone else's. The Miller brothers gained a reputation as people who would do what was necessary to survive, to spill blood even when there was probably another way. It wasn't until later, much later, that Tommy looked back and realised Joel had done what he did to try and protect Tommy as best he could, to stop Tommy shattering the way he had the night he lost Sarah. What he'd missed was that Tommy had broken a long time before the end of the world.

It wasn't a surprise, really, that Tess entered their life in a flurry of red. Tommy and Joel had joined up with a larger group a year into the end of the world. They'd been heading vaguely north, following rumours that the infected were less active where it was colder, that the slowly appearing QZs were easier to slip in and out of then the QZs further south. Tommy and Joel had discovered that smuggling was an easy way to make ends meet, enough things still in houses that they didn't need to use threats of or actual violence too often. They met Tess by selling to her group - mainly ammo, some spices, some medication. She was the one to suggest they join up with their group, make use of the strength that came in numbers. Tommy had tripped over himself saying yes, dragging Joel along with him, seeing in Tess' eyes the same look that his won often had: not the haunted, emptiness of Joel's, but the resignation of someone who knew the world may have ended, but it wasn't that much worse than the world before. It was a disappointment but not a surprise to him when Tess called things off a few weeks into whatever was blossoming between them, the mirror they held up to each other showing something that neither of them wanted to look too close at. He knew he'd have called it off soon enough if she hadn't. It was even less of a surprise when he saw her slipping out of Joel's bed a few weeks later, because while Joel might make her his new purpose, his new reason for living (and Tommy tried not to be hurt by that, that he wasn't reason enough), at least Joel was the kind of broken that would hold Tess up rather than pulling her down to the ground with him as Tommy knew he would've done. And if Tommy had to clean blood off his knuckles several times over the next few weeks, if he was a little more willing to take the jobs that would inevitably end up in a hand to hand fight, well that wasn't anybody's business but his own.

By the time they got to Boston, four years later, the plans for Tess to get a flat and Tommy and Joel to share a second had morphed, quietly, into a 1 bed for Joel and Tess and a room in a shared flat for Tommy with a few of the other people they'd arrived with. They'd offered for him to share a flat with them, but he'd turned down the offer claiming he wanted independence (well, Joel had asked him to share, to which Tess had rolled her eyes and told him that if he wanted his brother involved in their sex life, then Joel should just invite Tommy into the bedroom and get on with it. Joel had frozen, not knowing how to respond, Tommy had mimed throwing up, and Tess had rolled her eyes as though her and Joel hadn't been fucking where Tommy could hear, and sometimes see, them for the last four years).

It became clear to Tommy in Boston that he and Joel had dealt with shattering very differently. Tommy was used to blood, it had always taken up a large portion of his life, but he had learnt to survive and to live despite it. He might be broken into a million shards of himself, each reflecting back a different facet of his life, but he could still function. He could pick up enough shards at once to deal with life in the apocalypse. He could smuggle with Joel and Tess and deal with the blood and also try to help people. He smuggled a lot of medicine at low prices to those who needed it in Boston, and made sure information got to the right people. He roughed up or quietly took care of FEDRA soldiers who'd gotten a little too fond of power. If there was going to be blood, he'd at least make sure it belonged to people who deserved it.

Joel however, had no idea how to handle all his shattered parts, had no idea how to function. Since losing Sarah he'd been completely adrift, smuggling only because it was a significantly easier (for some sense of the word) existence than staying in a QZ, or at least an existence with easy access to the drugs and alcohol Joel seemingly needed to function. He worked with Tess and Tommy by being the muscle, by letting Tess direct him with what to do, who's blood to spill, when and where. Joel had long since given up on the world, on trying to hold it together. It had taken his daughter from him, and for Joel, Sarah had always been his entire world. Tommy wandered sometimes if Joel even noticed the end of the world, so caught up with his grief.

Six months into Boston, Tommy met Marlene when she hired the Miller brothers and Tess to smuggle in ammunition for her fireflies. Marlene, with her whip smart mouth and her plans to try to make something good out of the end of the world. Marlene who'd definitely known Tess before (in the biblical sense of known), though neither of them had ever said anything aloud. Tommy knew what looking at an ex looked like though, he could read between the lines. Marlene with her belief that they could start fixing what FEDRA had ruined. Boston was a relatively good QZ, as they went, but FEDRA had started public executions shortly after Tommy had arrived in Boston, and it was always going to be downhill from there. Marlene had looked in Tommy's eyes, seen something just as broken as the world, and offered him a way to try and make it better. And sure, maybe Tommy didn't agree with all her methods, but when had anything ever been achieved without the loss of blood.

Six months after that, two days after a screaming match with Joel that still left him reeling, Tommy left Boston for the final time. He made sure to leave a note for Tess with details of how to get a message to him, hoping he hadn't wrecked whatever was between her and his brother by bringing up Sarah in front of Tess for the first time. Joel may have lost a daughter, but Tommy had lost the centre of his world too, and then had to watch as his brother slipped away too. Joel had never been the same after Tommy found him with blood running down his temple, had stopped being the brother Tommy had grown up with, who'd take hits so Tommy didn't. Stopped being the brother Tommy had watched pull double shifts to make sure he could cover the rent who'd go home to Sarah and help with homework even when what Joel really wanted was a whiskey and to fall straight into bed.

And so, six years after the world ended, Tommy left his brother, the only reminder of Joel the blood drying on his knuckles.

The next five years were a blur for Tommy when he looked back, a string of memories of camping in shitty, burnt out buildings, skirmishes with FEDRA, getting back into being a sniper. He'd always been good with a rifle, had some experience before Desert Storm and had come back even more comfortable with one, but over his years with the fireflies he became one of their best snipers, and saw a lot of the US he hadn't managed before. By the end of it, however, he was actively seeking a way out, somewhere to go that wasn't another QZ. Somewhere that he could do something other than cause more blood to be spilled, whether it was infected or FEDRAs or civilians who got caught in the way.

Tommy wandered, and in time, he wandered back to Austin. Back to the grave he'd somehow managed to find again, where he'd buried his niece and his brother. Back to Joel's house, mostly picked through by raiders, but who'd left the photo albums mostly intact. He took his favourites, and a leather jacket he'd spent too much money on in his twenties, and he kept wandering, heading vaguely north.

And then, Maria.

Maria, with her bright eyes and wary smile, cautious as to what he wanted (peace, to be able to sit down at a table to eat, to be able to breathe), but nevertheless willing to let him enter Jackson on probation.

Maria, with her hair piled atop her head as she laughed in the Tipsy Bison, hand curled loosely around a beer, who Tommy knew had lost a child of her own, but who still knelt down to talk to the children of Jackson when they wanted to ask questions about chickens and school lunches and what it was like before the world ended, while he flinched when one of the children walked too close to him on their way to school.

Maria, with her gentle questions as they sat on her porch swing in the evenings throughout the year, even when it was definitely too cold to be doing so, who never looked at him differently even when he confessed to everything he'd done, who simply asked him if he wanted to be taken off the patrol rota so he could focus on building things, who understood his choked ‘no’, who accepted that he needed to fight to feel like he was still breathing, still alive.

Maria, radiant in a pale yellow dress borrowed from one of the other women in Jackson, a bouquet of wildflowers in her hands, wearing a gold ring on her left hand that he'd placed there with shaking hands. Maria, his wife, who he couldn't imagine life without, who he'd never thought would consider him anything more than someone to warm her bed. Maria, laughing and smiling as he taught her to line dance how he used to do in Texas, shuddering as he whispered what he wanted to do to her in her ear in quiet, whispered Spanish until she dragged him out of their own wedding party and back to their house.

Maria, lying languid and naked in their bed, running her fingers over each and every one of his scars, kissing them each in turn as Tommy explained where he'd gotten them, before turning paler than he'd ever seen her and running into their bathroom to throw up her dinner, Tommy following close behind to pull her hair out of her face and rub her back. By three weeks later of her throwing up without anyone else getting sick, and her period not making its regularly scheduled appearance, she quietly whispered ‘I'm pregnant’ into his neck one night, and Tommy just held her tightly as she sobbed herself to sleep, tears dripping down his face as thought of the little girl he'd help raise when he was just a kid himself. It's not that they'd been trying to avoid this outcome, they just also weren't trying specifically for it, not sure how feasible it was given Maria was already in her late forties. It just turned out there was a huge difference between ‘I like the idea of having a child with you’ and ‘I’m having another child and that feels like a betrayal to their older siblings they'd never know’.

The following day, he found a large piece of slate and carefully wrote out Sarah and Kevin's names, the day they had entered their families’ lives, and the day they left them. When Maria saw it on the mantelpiece, arriving home from a council meeting, exhausted and dizzy from a complete inability to hold any food down, she had let one lone tear track down her cheek before looking her husband in the eye, stepping into his waiting arms, and saying, quiet and hesitant, less confident than Tommy had ever seen her, ‘I can't wait to be a mother again with you’.

Tommy kissed her forehead, and then her lips, and then down her neck, before scooping her up in his arms and carrying her through to the bedroom. When they were done, panting and sated, he'd kissed her stomach, traced each stretch mark with his fingers, and confessed he couldn't wait to be a parent either. Thankfully the nausea passed soon enough (long enough to freak Tommy out, Julia having only thrown up a few times in her whole pregnancy, but not long enough to slow Maria down, having spent her first pregnancy throwing up at all hours of the day and night until she was seven months pregnant), and she could go back to work, back to what made her happy.

Four months later, Joel and Ellie arrived in Jackson.

Maria had always known that Tommy was contacting Joel, and had actively found ways for him to get messages back to Boston. Had handled the situation with more delicacy and diplomacy than Tommy thought he ever could have, torn as he was between desperately missing his brother, and not thinking he could handle one more minute in this new Joel's presence. She'd encouraged Tommy to keep in contact, quietly changing his patrol shifts to go past the radio tower if he hadn't managed to get there recently enough. Since the wedding though, she'd stopped checking that Tommy was still talking to Joel. And Tommy had used that to leave longer and longer periods between his messages, terrified that one day their would be a response, a message saying ‘I need you here. Come back to Boston’, that he might have to leave the sanctuary he'd found. He'd never revealed anything about Jackson, had followed the town’s rules carefully (if you want family or friends to join you here, they agree to leave where they are before they get told anything at all, and even then, riders from Jackson would meet them at the Colorado border before they got full details of Jackson's existence), but he'd also never told Joel he was somewhere good, somewhere safe, somewhere that the broken prices of him seemed to fit back together in a way they never had before.

As it turned out, however, Maria was under the impression that Joel wasn't already with them in Jackson because he or Tess didn't want to leave Boston, not because he didn't know about Jackson. Not because Joel didn't know about her, his sister in law, the family they could've had. Tommy watched Maria as she and Tommy walked to the dining hall to get some food for Joel and Ellie, confused at her coldness when Ellie revealed herself as a QZ kid through and through, so different from the children that had grown up in the safety of Jackson. It wasn't until Tommy got back from the bar with Joel and saw Maria standing on the porch waiting for him that he understood the gravity of what was happening: he had accidentally made his wife and brother hate each other.

Tommy hadn't understood Maria's distrust of Joel, not until she explained that she had trusted his decision on Joel, and while she was irritated he hadn't told her he was barely calling back to Boston, she could handle that. What she couldn't handle, though, was that Tommy brought someone dangerous into their home. If Tommy had cut his own brother off, when family was all Tommy lived and breathed for, then she had assumed there was a good reason. A reason that it wasn't safe for her, for Jackson, to meet Joel; that Tommy had made a call based on what was best for everyone. Tommy had frozen, a lump thick in his throat, before he pulled his wife into his arms and explained that Joel wasn’t a threat any more than he was. Capable of violence, yes, but not without reason.

It wasn't until he spoke to Joel later, in the cobblers, that he realised why Joel thought Maria hated him, why he disliked the woman who made Tommy feel closer to a whole person than he ever remembered being before. Namely, Joel thought that Maria hated him for what he made Tommy do all those years, as though violence hadn't been a language Tommy had known for far longer than Joel had. Tommy’s problem with Joel had never been his methods, or the ease with which he used his body to hurt others, or the unflinching loyalty to him and Tess that had made Joel put them above everyone else left in the world. Tommy had done all the same things, made the decision to keep on like that even when they could've avoided it. Hell, Tommy had joined the fireflies, and they weren't exactly bastions of peace and limiting civilian casualties. Tommy had left Joel because he couldn't watch it all be for nothing, couldn't watch his brother die a little more each day, only Tess propping him up.

It was watching Joel have a panic attack over not being able to protect Ellie that made Tommy realise his brother was back again, the brother he'd buried with Sarah. The brother who'd cleaned his knuckles with a wet rag, called him Tomás, helped him sneak back into their home drunk and high so their mother didn't panic, waiting until she was out to yell at him. The brother he thought he'd lost, back thanks to Ellie.

Ellie, who swore and palmed her switchblade in her pocket and demanded her gun back, who was all broken pieces too, desperate to make something of her life, desperate for all the death and pain and loss not to be for nothing.

Ellie, who might be the cure to everything.

Ellie, who, if Tommy knew one thing about the Fireflies, would be dead within a month at best if they got hold of her.

Ellie, who was well on her way to becoming his niece.

Ellie, who Joel wanted him to take to the base in Colorado (not that they were still there, a small voice in the back of his head said, reminding him the scientists were moving out to Salt Lake City).

Ellie, who he was absolutely not taking to Colorado, or Salt Lake, or anywhere other than to the house across the road from his and to a warm bed and clothes that fit properly and the best damn childhood anyone could have given they were living through the end of the world.

Ellie, who had helped Joel pick up his broken pieces, and maybe, finally learn to live with them, to hold enough at once to live life despite them.

The reality was, Tommy thought, that blood was full of everyone's lives now. He'd just had a head start on seeing the crimson every time he shut his eyes, a preview of what the world would be. What that meant, though, was that he'd also had a head start on learning how to pick himself up again, to learn to live again.

And in Jackson, with his wife, and child, and brother, and niece, maybe everyone else could try catching up to him for once. Maybe he could teach them. Maybe, he could make it all worth it. (Maybe, one day, he could make Ellie see it could be worth living for too).

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End author notes!

and now Tommy gets to be an uncle again and make Joel go insane about the shit he and Ellie pull. Also Ellie definitely doesn't end up with the fireflies because genuinely why the fuck would you take the one immune person in the world and immediately try and kill them I may not be a biologist but that I am a scientist and that feels like bad practice to me. Fuck Jerry Anderson. In this universe he magically gets shot by someone and the firefly hospital mysteriously gets burnt to the ground (miller family road trip to Utah for some light recon (stealing everything the fireflies know about immunity) and a little bit of arson for a treat (burning the hospital to the ground)).

Other random things that didn't make it into the fic:

- Tommy and Marlene definitely fucked like twice and then mutually agreed to just never mention it again

- Tess did propose a threesome at one point to Tommy who laughed and told her he was down if Joel was, knowing full well that Joel was completely gone on Tess and wouldn't share her for the world

- bi Tess because I say so and I'm bi so I sensed the vibe (Anna torvs is hot)

- they tell Ellie about what they did to the fireflies, and then tell her that if they find anyone who actually has a hope in hell of making a vaccine they'll take her themselves

- Ellie still gives herself a chemical burn, but she goes to Tommy for help with the tattoo because Joel told her he had tattoos, failing to mention that Tommy's tattoo was a drink mistake that he never shows to anyone. He finds someone good who can tattoo safely and sterilely and helps pick the design and sits with Ellie the whole time

[kkyaka]

Omg how was it bro lmaoo

Bro anon LMFAOO, I got you (kinda tmi under the cut, so warning for kinda sexual explicit content LOL), this got really long I'm so sorry 😭

(takes a deep breath) okay, SO lol first things first

I had actually seen this guy at a Halloween party I went to last semester, but right as I was gonna tell him that I thought he was cute, he left. And then I saw him on hinge and we matched! He goes to the same school I do, and he doesn't live too far away.

So, I matched with him and started talking to him, and he wanted to come over at like 10pm on Monday (today is Thursday as I write this) and I had come from a volleyball scrimmage and I was NOT in the mood to hook up

So I told him that, and he said that wasn't his intentions (which was a SHOCKER) so I let him come over 💀 LMFAO and we just cuddled and watched anime. And he didn't stay long cause I was tired asf, but like towards the end, he said that he had lied about not wanting to do anything, but I think that was because I wore really short shorts lmfaooo

We held hands for a while and then he had to leave, so I walked him to his car (he held my hand the whole time) and then he drove me back to my apartment. And then he told me that he really wanted to kiss me, but he never made a move lol, so I did. I made the first move! I kissed him first! Who would've thought? But yeah, he like never made a move on me or anything and that made me feel better

So then he said he was free the NEXT day (Tuesday) and I said he could come over lol cause I was gonna be gone for a whole week and I wanted some fun lmao. So, we just cuddled on the couch watching TV again (I'm not gonna tell you what we were watching bc you'll judge me LMFAO)

Anyway, fast forward like an episode later, and we're making out on the couch and then like five minutes later, he's eating me out LMFAOOOO, and his head game was pretty good honestly

So then, we move to my bed but then he goes an gets a condom, and not once did I ever think to like stop him, which isn't bad! I've messed around with a lot of guys, but I've always stopped it before it gets to this point, but with this guy I was kinda nervous but not enough to where I wanted to stop it

Bro he ate me out so much, I was like I mean sure, if you want to lmfao. I didn't cum, but he made me feel really good, so I'm not really upset about that honestly, and I'm pretty sure I'll see him again when I get back.

So, I was kinda worried because he wasn't very long, but he was lowkey really thick, so I was like 😬 sir you might rip me in half no lie. And the whole thing was like kinda awkward, but we laughed about it. But we did it in missionary, cowgirl, and doggy and in missionary, he had my legs shaking lmfao

And in cowgirl, my legs didn't get tired as soon as I thought they would, and doggy??? Whew chile, y'all.

I was SO LOUD. SO FUCKING LOUD. Like, I was almost crying. I could've cum from that, cause he was hitting good but not like the best spots. But honestly, I think doggy worked best because my whole like vagina (???) is tilted forward lol

So, after the first position, I thought we were done, so I slipped on my sweatshirt lol, but HE WAS NOT, and after I got on top, I thought we were done lol but he had flipped me over and eat me out for a bit AGAIN??? And he had already taken the condom off and tried to put it in RAW??? HELLO??? and I stopped him like instantly, I was like no sir you can't do that bc I haven't been on birth control in a couple of months lol

So after I told him that, he said that he was gonna look for another condom because, and I quote "I wanna fuck you again"

HELP??? HELLO???

In my head, my jaw was on the fucking floor, but I guess the 😺 is pretty good LMFAOOO🤭

And so after THAT, he asked me if I wanted to go AGAIN, I was like wtf this man's stamina. I know he's gonna wreck my shit when we have more time together lol

And surprisingly, I feel very normal (?) about everything that happened. Like then next time we hang out, I'm gonna ask him what he wants out of this whether that's a relationship or just fuck buddies, idrc, but we were both kinda tired, but he cuddled with me like for an hour

And he had to be up at 5am and I had to be up at 7am, but I told him he could stay over if he wanted to, I would set an alarm for him, but he said that he felt it would be better to just go home, which I was fine with.

Anyways, that's the rundown, but yeah, I honestly wasn't expecting to punch the v-card any time soon, so this is a massive surprise lol. It's not a big deal to me, and virginity is a social construct, but for a while I just wanted to get it over with, and this time I wasn't nervous or anything and I didn't really have any negative thoughts

We'll see if I see him next week, I REALLY want to because I haven't been able to stop thinking about him lol, so I'm hoping he comes back over. Also, anon, this is probably WAY more than you asked for, and I'm sorry lmfao

[calypso-finale]

Thirty Eight.

I let out the deepest sigh, my mother is so deep into her pregnancy now that she is ready to drop any time now, but she has had a good pregnancy, I have to give her that. She hasn’t has any issues at all, she has been living her best life pregnant, so I think she is having a girl. Nobody knows what she is having but I think it’s a girl “what are you looking at?” she asked me “nothing, just looking at you just living your best life but anyways, I am going to go back to London but I will be back” my mom rolled her eyes “yeah, well I just don’t understand why you need to go back there just to come back here?” she has a point “because he needs to see his dad ok, I won’t be sending him alone now will I, I am not going to let Aziel go there alone and also he is not happy of course” my mom huffed out “I think you need to go court and get it done properly” she said “he won’t go court, well he said he won’t go court if he doesn’t need too, he gives me maintenance though, I don’t ask for it. I don’t need it so I just put it in the savings account for him, every week he sends me a thousand” my mom snorted laughing “should be more than that, in the US they will have his pants down. But are you happy with that?” I shrugged “not bothered about it, it goes to his account so yeah. But the fact he sends it, I can’t be mad with it but yeah. I will be back for erm, before the baby is born. I get to see my UK babes while I am there too” I grinned “what about your boyfriend?” she has to remind me “oh him, he is staying here to do work I guess, but I haven’t been near him since, I just can’t bring myself to do anything with him. It’s just about me and Aziel” my mom smiled at me “it should always be that way mom” my mom sniggered “well if you’re anything like me, then seeing your first love is going to mess with you, it did me and I didn’t let him go. I mean we are six kids deep and I don’t ever see myself with anyone else but him” I didn’t need to hear that “yeah mom” I rolled my eyes, I just know that my feelings are there still but I don’t know what I am going to go back home too, London is my new home but I have just been running away from it.

Taking in a deep breath, Lillian let out the biggest scream seeing me “she’s back!” she ran to me in the middle of Heathrow airport, opening my arms as I held her “oh my god, I am so happy you are back!!” she screamed in my ear “it’s so good to see you girls, Halle too!” waving my hand, she is busy waving at Aziel in the stroller “come here girl” Halle wrapped her arms around us both already hugging “you know what, I was saying to Halle, she isn’t coming back but I am so glad you have because you have every right to be here!” moving back from the hug “I know girls, I just needed some time in LA, I mean coming back wasn’t on the agenda yet but my mom is going to give birth soon so I will be back” Halle eyes widened “huh!?” she spat “oh shit, it’s a secret. Please don’t repeat that” placing my hand over my mouth “mhmmm Miss Fenty be putting in the work, sister” Lillian said laughing “please, I beg. Nobody really knows but yeah, so I thought my chance to come, see London, he can see his dad and then I will be on my travels there but once it’s all done with, I will be back for good. I have things I need to do here anyways” Halle smiled “well, we came to pick you up in my purple princess, I got my nephew car seat too boo” I chuckled “not the purple beast” I pulled a face “bitch?” she spat “I mean thank you” I grinned “no I am so happy to see you back, and Aziel. I hope you treating mom good” Halle started pushing his stroller “chile, we need the details” Lillian grabbed my case “I appreciate that you both picked me up, I was going to get a driver to do it but then I am like I have my two beat bitches here so I thought I would call” walking alongside them, I am glad to be back but not so much with seeing him.

Aziel was quick to run to his toys “Aziel!” I shouted his name but he just threw his pacifier and tipped the bag over “he told you Robyn” Lillian said as she closed the door “he did, I need to get him off that pacifier, I tried and he screamed me down” I need to do a lot actually “cut holes in it, that works” nodding my head “thank you though, I appreciate it” Halle sat down “good, we are ordering food and we can discuss, a lot has gone off sister love. I think we need to discuss” nodding my head slowly “well you can order I will get Aziel changed for sleep, but I don’t think he will be, as you can see he is ready to cause havoc” making my way over to him “oh leave him, we will watch him. Go and get yourself changed and come down. Let him fall asleep when he is ready, he is going to fight you on this so if I was you just let him sleep when he is ready” Lillian has a point “fine, that is ok. I will just you know get things prepped, thank you though. You girls love me too much” I grinned, Aziel throwing those Lego blocks around like I won’t hurt myself, he is so annoying “Aziel! No throwing!” I pointed, he pointed back at me “he’s like long hair don’t care” Halle laughed “he is, like his father. I was going to shave his hair but then his beautiful ashy blonde hair, it’s too cute to do that so I left it” Aziel smiled at me “oh don’t cut his hair, I mean he got bundles and I think his hair would look nice shaven but his long hair is too beautiful” nodding my head “I agree, ok. I will be upstairs, if you need anything then let me know” I huffed out as I grabbed my case “I can’t believe miss Fenty is pregnant, whew. Your parents don’t stop but then again. Sister love my parents last child was at forty nine” I cringed “I wasn’t happy, as you can see” I laughed pointing at my face, I mean I have accepted it now but initially I wasn’t happy.

The girlies really went all out and bought all the snacks, they are so cute with all this “you know what, my mother. She’s has this Vogue interview; she was so brutally honest that it hurt to hear it. I don’t think I should have heard it but I did, but they asked her the question like how did she feel about me being pregnant and having a baby, she said like she was hurt. It was one of her biggest disappointments as a mother because she felt she failed me, and that, just hearing that. It hurt me to the core, I just you know. I hate it, I hate that I am that you know, the disappointment” Lillian squinted her eyes “tell me this sister” she wiped her hands “if you could go back to the moment you decided to keep the baby, would you change it. Would just abort the baby if you could? Honest answer, because to me that shouldn’t be an issue. Parents are always that way, but you seems like it’s affected you because you feel that way, we in life should never have a baby to keep a man and I sure in hell could have told you that but you tell me, if you could change that moment and change your answer, would you?” she asked, I swallowed hard “mommy” looking over at Aziel running over to me with his blankie, he has made a mess “tired now?” I said to him, picking him up and placing him on my lap, looking down at him just thinking. I can’t actually imagine a life without him now, it’s not there “I wouldn’t” I admitted “I don’t think I can because he is part of it now, I don’t regret him but I regret dating another, and not being there for the guy that was there for me when I had him” Halle cringed “what happened there though? You was texting the group that I am taking care of Oak and that he is at the house, it’s a little hectic. Next minute I see you with Brian and he is holding Aziel like he is the dad, next headline was boyfriend. I was shook” I smiled awkwardly “I was stupid, in the moment I was erm, I jumped because I thought he was playing me, and I thought I was doing the right thing, I thought Kenza was getting in there when really no, I fucked up and Brian. I hate myself because I slept with him, but I am with him as a contract with Dior for gain” Lillian’ mouth fell open “I knew that shit was a thing but I didn’t think it was all true!?” she screamed “all the famous people do it, just I slept with him. I don’t remember really” I am being judged.

It was a sleepless night because Aziel is not happy, he was up causing havoc for me but I did text his dad and I said he can pick him up early. Oakley is an early riser so I knew he would be awake “Aziel, come here” waving him over “shall we give you a bath, you smell” pulling a face, Aziel doesn’t care at all he just ran off, of course he did “well either way you will be having a bath and then I can pack your stuff to be with your dad, oh wait. You have your doctors appointment today” that totally left my mind, the buzzer went off. Aziel is so nosey, he looked at me and then ran “mhmmm who is that” walking over to the kitchen area “be careful!” I shouted, looking at the screen and it’s Oakley, he is here already, but I didn’t ask him to be here this early. Pressing the buzzer to let him in, the door unlocked so he can come in. I honestly love that feature “hey little man” Aziel let out a big scream, to hear him scream in happiness makes me happy. Smiling at Aziel in Oakley’ arms, he is happy to see your dad “you miss me, I missed you” Oakley kicked the door close “I didn’t think you would be here this quick, he needs a bath and I totally forgot that he has his appointment at the doctors for his back” Oakley put him down “oh is that patch of skin he keeps scratching” nodding my head “I can take you, that is ok” grabbing his arm before Aziel ran off, I refuse to let him go now “you can play after, bath now” picking him up “you know where everything is” walking off to the bathroom, I don’t need to show him anything.

Placing the baby bag on the couch with Aziel on my hip in his towel “for his overnight stay with you” Oakley stared up at me, the way he stares at me. Not even in a bad way but its something that makes me excited, well it did when I first saw him “did you pack his bedroom?” he asked, looking at the bag “well you never know, I am trying to get him off his pacifier, but the girlies said I should put holes in it slowly and gradually he will start to hate it” looking at Aziel and he is smiling “he is in a good mood today, I am glad. His hair his is so thick its going to take time to dry” he got a point “yeah, I better get on with it” turning on my heels to get him changed, I feel Oakley just staring at me but we are being so cordial about everything. Placing Aziel on the bed “don’t you jump now” just as I moved back the towel dropped “oh no, I can see your butt” it was inevitable that he was going to fall onto the bed with his unsteady ass, I do love my son. I think I wouldn’t change a thing, I wouldn’t even think about changing a thing about him, I mean to hear my mom say how disappointed she was with me having a baby, she is acting like I committed a murder.

Oakley saying he would take me to the appointment is sweet of him, but the car ride is awkward too “how was America?” he asked “erm it was good, I am shocked you went back really. You and my dad were besties hanging around” I had to say it “helping me with my album, that’s good blood right there. Maybe I needed to be single to get that back” looking over at him, side eyeing him but he is laughing “I got a contract through though, from CBE. I looked at it and signed it” furrowing my eyebrows “why is my dad label giving you a contract?” He shrugged smirking “why not” he cleared his throat “why can’t he? That’s business” I am glad we are at the doctors office now “that’s business? Oh please” Oakley is just talking to piss me off, how annoying “big man is doing a tour and he’s asked me to go on there with him” I pulled a face “my mother is going to give birth, what you mean a tour?” I am confused “you heard me, a tour” getting out of car “well if I tell my mom, there won’t be one” closing the door, opening the back door. Oakley’ face is right there just smirking at me, I tried not to smile at him but I ended up smiling. He looked away and got out of the car, I’m glad Oakley came with me to this appointment. Oakley picked Aziel up as we got into the office, walking to the receptionist “hello, welcome” the guy said “appointment for Aziel Caesar-Su” looking over at Oakley and he looked away from me as we both caught eyes “that is fine, please take a seat” smiling as I stepped back, I can’t complain that he is here, even if he is annoying.