#Group home in Willis

[kensleycare]

Why Kensley Care LLC is the best group home in Houston, Texas

In the heart of Houston, amidst the hustle and bustle, Kensley Care LLC isn’t just a mental health center. Learn more about Mental health in Conroe, Texas, from here: https://www.kensleycare.com/.

[divorcedyaoi]

We’re finishing clementine’s story today :) <- deeply afraid and scared

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Oliver Willis at Daily Kos:

Democratic lawmakers are preparing to travel to El Salvador with the goal of securing the release of Kilmar Abrego Garcia, the Maryland father who was abducted by the Trump administration and mistakenly sent to a brutal maximum security prison in the Central American nation. On Sunday, Maryland Sen. Chris Van Hollen sent a letter to Milena Mayorga, El Salvador’s ambassador to the United States, requesting a meeting with President Nayib Bukele to discuss the matter. “If Kilmar is not home by midweek – I plan to travel to El Salvador this week to check on his condition and discuss his release,” Van Hollen said in a statement. Rep. Maxwell Frost of Florida offered to join Van Hollen on his trip. “We must all stand as a united front against the kidnapping and illegal detention of Kilmar Abrego Garcia in El Salvador,” Frost said in a post on Bluesky. Recently elected Rep. Yassamin Ansari of Arizona said she hoped to join the delegation, as has Rep. Robert Garcia of California. While Democrats are the minority in the House and Senate, these members are using the power of their elected offices to draw attention to Garcia’s wrongful detention and possibly secure his release. Democrats have been under fire from their base for not doing enough to oppose Trump’s lawless actions since he took office in January. On Monday, at a White House appearance alongside Bukele, Trump pretended to be powerless to secure Garcia’s release. His administration has admitted in court that Garcia was wrongly deported to the notorious CECOT prison in El Salvador. Bukele also claimed he was unable to release the man and referred to him as a “terrorist threat.” Despite the Supreme Court ruling that Garcia, who is a Salvadoran citizen and legal U.S. resident, should be returned, Trump called reporters “sick people” for asking about the issue.

A group of Democrats, including Sen. Chris Van Hollen (MD) and Rep. Robert Garcia (CA), will travel to El Salvador in a bid to free the wrongly imprisoned Kilmar Ábrego García.

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Dave Grusin - The Goonies - Fratelli Chase 1985

The Goonies is a 1985 American adventure comedy film directed and co-produced by Richard Donner from a screenplay by Chris Columbus based on a story by Steven Spielberg and starring Sean Astin, Josh Brolin, Corey Feldman, and Ke Huy Quan. In the film, a group of kids who live in the "Goon Docks" neighborhood of Astoria, Oregon, attempt to save their homes from foreclosure to an expanding country club and in doing so they discover an old treasure map that takes them on an adventure to unearth the long-lost fortune of One-Eyed Willy, a legendary 17th-century pirate, while being pursued by the Fratellis, a family of criminals who are after the treasure as well.

The film grossed $125 million worldwide on a budget of $19 million. Critics reviewed the film positively and it has since become a cult film. In 2017, the film was selected for preservation in the US National Film Registry by the Library of Congress as being "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant". Special anniversary events for the film, hosted by the city of Astoria, have drawn about 10,000 to 15,000 visitors. The home used for the Walsh family has become a tourist attraction, receiving between 1,200 and 1,500 visitors a day during the summer of the 30th anniversary. As a result, in August 2015, the residents and owners of the home, their neighbors, and the city of Astoria took steps to limit public access to the home.

The main theme, "Fratelli Chase", has been used in numerous trailers, such as Innerspace, Scrooged, and Guarding Tess, and was re-recorded by compser Dave Grusin and the London Symphony Orchestra for the album Cinemagic. The score makes liberal use of the Max Steiner-composed theme from Adventures of Don Juan; the character Sloth is seen as an Errol Flynn fan and aspects of his movies are referenced throughout The Goonies as a result. Dave Grusin's score was unavailable for 25 years, until soundtrack label Varèse Sarabande released it on CD in March 2010 for the film's 25th anniversary in a limited edition of 5,000 copies. The company reissued the score soundtrack on CD as a wide release in June 2019, but with the previous CD's four bonus tracks omitted.

87,4% never say die!

[zebulontheplanet]

Im sorry, but a TON of you know fucking nothing about level 3 autism.

A lot of you like to go “but I can’t live fully independent and need help with some things so I must have level 3 autism 🥺” I can promise you that you being able to live with your partner and semi independently does NOT mean you have level 3 autism.

So many people have been watering down level 3 autism. And self diagnosing themselves with it because they need a bit more support then those people on TikTok need and it’s TIRING. I can ASSURE you that the majority of autistic people need more support than those big creators on TikTok because a LOT of them aren’t even realistic with their own support needs.

Level 3 autism means you need a LOT of help. It’s called needing very substantial support for a reason. People with DIAGNOSED and even UNDIAGNOSED level 3 autism are not only visibly autistic in many ways, but need a lot more support than you realize. A lot of level 3s are nonverbal or semiverbal (although some are verbal). A lot of level 3s need support in EVERY. ASPECT. OF. THEIR. LIFE. this doesn’t mean just reminders to bathe and reminders to take their medication.

No, this means literally someone hand feeding them. Someone physically bathing them. Clothing them. Handing them their medication and watching them take it or physically having to put it in their mouth. Constant care. This means a TEAM of carers and support staff. A lot of level 3s end up in group homes, residentials, Institutions. A lot of level 3s need help using the bathroom and this doesn’t mean just simply reminding them, no this means physically walking them to the bathroom and helping them in every step.

Not to mention the comorbidities that commonly come with level 3 autism.

A lot of level 3s don’t know how to use the internet. Although I’ve met a few who do and it’s totally possible! A lot don’t.

Stop fucking doing this. Look at the DSM5. Look at higher support needs people. Ask around. Don’t just say Willy nilly that you have level 3 autism. You needing support is completely valid, but taking the label from people who are more disabled then you it is not ok.

[lyssakinzzz]

anything with Remmick🫣🫣

maybe readers small town is slowly being killed off by vampires and Remmick is the one that finds her and tells his group not to kill her, cause she belongs to him? 🤯🤯

Oooh? Lowkey. FUCK YEAH.

Why the fuck do I keep on forgetting to post.

Might be the longest thing I've done written...

uhm btw! This is how you imagine remmick during the part where he eats you.

YOURE TRIPPIN IF YOU DONT THINK IM GONNA WRITE IT BASED OF THIS SCENE.

Warnings: Dark remmick if you stand really car and look at it through a microscope while in THICK glasses and head turned sideways. Protective remmick, posseive remmick, SMUT. Oral! (F receiving bc why not?), p in a v!

Wc:1780

It felt like you've been living in this town since the beginning of time. All your major life events happened here. In this small southern town, off the coast of the Mississippi delta. Hell, it was more of a Hamlet then town.

But something was just so off, ever since some Irish man moved into it, you never understood him for it, I mean he could've passed as white and went on to live in a white neighborhood with a beautiful wife and a couple of kids, maybe a dog too, if he felt like it. But no, at first you thought it was some grand plan, the klan wanted to kick y'all out, maybe gentrify it. Or the Whites wanted to live in some cute coastal town. Either way folks weren't having it.

There was something just so off with the fella, it gave you the willies. I mean, he honestly turned into a urban legend, old folks swore they saw him, grandma's felt they were a thing back in the day. Some lady even said he was her baby daddy. But, nothing truly added up. He was just too young. But the thing that really scared folks were that people were missing. Everyone was just vanishing, it was crazy. You'd swear you'd see a sliver of them at night, but nope. No where to be found.

You thought all those years finally caught up with them, everytime people told you to watch out for him. How they'd scare little children into being home by dark, you could really care less. Until, everyone started to go. Your town of 1000 slowly turned into 209. Something was definitely up, it was like he was a parasite. Taking over everyone's minds, body's. He was the devil himself.

So, you were gonna leave. Move up north, maybe stay down here. Marry, have kids. You were of age anyways, it wouldn't be too much of a problem. That's when you heard it. Loud, anxious, desperate banging. It sounded alarming, yet it reeked of a poor soul needing aid. Your aid. You had to let them in, especially with that Lunatic out on the loose. You rushed to the door, and opened it to find the familiar pale man on his knees sobbing.

"Oh, they tryna get me!" He sobbed, as he reached out to your foot, gripping onto it like a lifeline.

"Oh, then done got just near everyone in town, please y/n you gotta help me! Y-y-you gotta save me."

He swallowed, as he looked up at you with those blue, puppy eyes. You exhale, and swallow.

"Come on in..." You whispered as he sobbed getting off your leg and walked into your now packed up home.

"Oh, ya leavin'?" He asked, as he examined the moving boxes.

"Yea, this towns just too damn crazy..." you whispered.

"Would you like something to eat, or?" You asked, innocently. He chuckled and nodded.

"They'res lots of things I'd love to eat, Ma'am" He smiled, you could've sworn his teeth were awfully sharper than normal.

O-oh.

You ignored his recent sentence as you heated up some chicken for him.

"This good, sir?" You asked, placing the plate of chicken and rice down for him.

"Oh, more than good, ma'am..." He answered, before picking up his utensils and eating the freshly heated food.

He groaned as he savored the food.

"Delicious." He smiled as his pace grew faster.

You smiled to yourself at the compliment, as you washed up and was about to go back to packing, then you heard the deep Irish accent, smooth like molasses call out your name.

You hummed in response, as you walked to the round table and sat down.

"You don't wanna sit with me?" He asked, mouth half full with chicken and rice.

You chuckled. "I'll sit with ya." You smiled, softly as you felt the rough texture of the lace on your dining table. You and Remmick got to talking, it was nice. Refreshing, truly. You chuckled at his little joke as he excused himself to wash up his plate. The faint smell of lemony dishsoap filling up your nostrils.

"Y'know I still don't get why yer leavin', miss Y/n." He said, inhaling a bit. Taking a pause for you to register his words. "I mean, I'm gon' miss, that's all...but you shouldn't let some strange myth kick ya' out. I mean ain't it a miracle that ya ain't go missin' with all the others. Maybe, some higher powers protectin' ya. It would make no sense if he just stopped right 'bout now, right?" He argued as you still played with the lace.

"Sir, I've been here since God made Eve from Adam's rib. Even with the protection the kind lords granted me, it'd make sense to just go, huh? Explore, find me a man." You smiled, as you chuckled slightly. The pale werido was going to miss you.

"But, if it makes ya feel better I'm gon' miss seein' you beg like a stray, and yo eyes. Those big, blue eyes." You smiled, as he turned around.

"What about my eyes ya like, sug?" He whispered as he looked into yours deeply. It was almost like he was luring you in. It was silly to think he was.

"T-they're very...very..." you were losing your words. It sounded like your old stutter in primary school, even though you kept trying to say the words fully, it didn't work. At all.

He chuckled. What hoodoo did he put on you?

"Well, since ya leavin' I'd like to say a thing or two about what I like about you, huh?" He asked, as you nodded, lump in your throat.

"Well, I like the way my palm can perfectly fit your neck, and I most definitely like how squeamish you are right now, love." He smiled as he kept looking at you, with those eyes. Those puppy eyes hiding lust, and malicious intent. You inhaled trying to speak again but it felt like he was holding your tongue.

He inched closer and closer to you, a devious smirk appearing on his face. You inhaled, backing up a bit, but your eyes trailed down to his very hard length.

He starred to give you an open mouthed kiss, you moaned into it, as he fell into the chair with you, he bit your lip so hard it bleed, he moaned as he saw the familiar crimson stain your soft, full lips. He sucked the blood from the acute wound.

"I'm sorry, angel. You shouldn't have ran from it huh?" He whispered as he breathed heavily, leaving open mouthed kisses on the nape of your neck, you let out soft moans, then you felt little bites at your neck, he gave you a hickey and looked down, at your flustered and shocked expression.

"So, they all know you belong to me..." He whispered, as his thumb ran down your bottom lip. He picked you up as you wrapped his around him and carried you to your bedroom. He laid you down, and slowly stripped you. You did the same but found some blood on him, your eyes narrow as he just smirked down at you.

"Some people just don't get yer mine, you know. They were tryna hurt you but I took care of it, don't you worry love." He smiled, acting like he just killed a spider before you could see it. Acting like he saved you the last piece of cake at a busy party. He chuckled.

"Dont be scared, I won't let anything happen to you, you know. You're mine. You've always been mine." He smiled, he pushed you back down gently as he took off your tight nightgown.

"You wore this for me, huh? You done knew I was coming. Didn't you?" He whispered, as he slowly slid it off your body.

"You know, i awfully enjoy pink." He chuckled to himself. He left hickeys on your brown soft skin, as he kissed your stomach as his lips lead down to your thighs. He spread your thighs apart and slowly sucked your inner thighs, he moaned as he muttered. "I'm gon' make you feel so good, love. I swear." He said looking into your eyes, still sucking, leaving open mouthed kisses on your inner thighs. You pushed his head down, he moaned the second his tongue made contact with your pussy. His eyes rolling back a bit, fluttering.

"Mmm, you know how much I've been yearnin' for this thing." He whispered as he savored your taste on his tongue.

"I haven't had nothin' this good in years, darlin'' he exclaimed as he kissed around your labia. He treated it like good ice cream he saved up for in town. He was holding back, until he wasn't, that's when he started lapping at your pussy like he hasn't drank water since the 1800s. He left a little bite causing you to whine loudly. Pleasure coursed through you, your body arching as his mouth worked in perfect, desperation. To bring you closer and closer to the edge every minute. You're hands went down into his hair, you gripped each time his tongue pushed deeper, he Rocked his hips into the bare mattress, since everything was packed up of course. He grinded into the mattress going deeper everytime you moaned, or even touched him. You felt heat pool in your stomach as his tongue kept roughly exploring you.

"Fuck..." you whimpered as you gripped his hair harder, pushing him down into your pussy. Your eyes fluttered rolling back as you came on his tongue. You whined as he circled your labia like a shark the second he came up to take off his soaked pants, you shut your legs. Tight. He groaned as he tried to pry open your legs for your overstimulated pussy.

"Come on, I've done killed for you. You ain't never gonna meet a man who's gonna do that for you, huh,girl? The least you can do is let me feel that sweet pussy 'round my cock, huh?" He asked, as you slowly let your legs be pryed open by the starved man. He teased your folds with his cock head. You gasped, slightly as he rubbed it on your clit.

"Mm...that's it, don't run from this dick, baby." He whispered, as he aligned his cock with your needy hole. He slowly slammed into you, you moaned, loudly. Your hands ran up to his hair as he slammed repeatedly. He moaned in your ear, his movements erratic, he kept speeding up, pounding into you.

"Ain't no one gon' handle you like me, huh baby?" He whispered, in between loud, lewd moans. He whimpered as he continued to grow faster.

His eyes rolled back as he had your legs on his shoulders as he thrusted into you, he whined as he was growing closer. You felt him about to grow closer and closer to his finish. That's when he spilt into you.

He stayed in there for a bit too long.

"Gotta make sure, it doesn't all go to waste, love." He said, a casual smile.

[sweetdispatch]

Halloween costume

Players headcanons summary: what certain hockey player would wear as a halloween costume with his partner players: Cole Caufield, Adam Fantilli, Nico Hischier, Jack Hughes, Luke Hughes, Quinn Hughes, Clayton Keller, John Marino, Matt Rempe, Juraj Slafkovsky note: it's time to finally start this masterlist haha

C. CAUFIELD

Cole is this type of guy to have silly but meaningful Halloween costumes for both of you. Most of the time the costumes look like they had been picked out at the last minute but for two of you, they have a deeper meaning. At every Halloween party, you would have a costume related to a cartoon that you’ve been obsessed with and become a guilty pleasure movie for you. Example? You would wear Woody and Jessie costumes because in past months, Toy Story was your movie that two of you would watch when one of you had a bad day and needed a laugh. 

A. FANTILLI

You and Adam are huge movie fans. Every day that he’s at home, you need to end up with a movie. Halloween costumes would be based on the genre of movies you’re currently watching. It’s a fun time for both of you so you don’t care if you look silly or not, it’s all about having joy from this day. Example? You would dress up as Mr & Mrs Corleone because for the past month you two had been obsessed with The Godfather trilogy to this point that you would read a novel on which the movie is based.

N. HISCHIER

You and Nico love Peaky Blinders so obviously two of you had to pick costumes based on this tv show. At first, it was supposed to be an inspiration, more like the aesthetic of those years where the action is based. Later Nico proposed to dress up as Tommy and Grace. He wanted both of you to be main characters from the tv show at the party. You came up with an even better idea. You suggested it to be Michael and Gina because they lived in the US and not in England like the rest of the characters. Nico without a doubt agreed on this.

J. HUGHES

You and Jack love Halloween and dressing up. Each year you impatiently wait for the party to pick a costume because you two always have plenty of ideas what to wear. Each year you also have arguments over what to pick because you have troubles with deciding. Jack prefers this but you prefer that. Although now, for the first time, you two knew that you wanted to dress up as Joker and Harley Quinn.

L. HUGHES

Since you were a kid, you have loved Corpse Bride. Your dream was to dress up as Victor and Emily but you never had a good opportunity for this because the costumes you wore in the past were group costumes. Now, you convinced Luke to go dressed up as them, especially when you tried to tell him that he looks similar to Victor. He didn’t see it but seeing you all cheerful and talkative about this movie… He couldn’t say no to you. 

Q. HUGHES

For Quinn, Halloween party would be the one time of the year when he can finally have a fun night and stop thinking about hockey. You would be the brain of the operation what to wear but he will gladly give you ideas. It’s always a costume of characters that two of you had to know. You would never pick something that Quinn is not familiar with. Example? You proposed to dress up as characters from Charlie and The Chocolate Factory. It was a childhood movie for both of you and he was happy at the idea. Quinn would wear a Willy Wonka costume when you would be an Oompa Loompa. 

C. KELLER

Clayton didn’t care about the Halloween party but he saw the excitement in your eyes and wanted to play along with you. He didn’t bother you and let you pick whatever you wanted. Your head was spiralling with ideas but knowing that he doesn’t feel the joy of the holiday, you wanted to keep it simple and classic for him. You decided to dress up as the main characters from The Bear which was the tv show you’ve been watching lately. Clayton was happy with this because he didn’t have to dress up in anything crazy. 

J. MARINO

Since the last Halloween party, you know what you want to wear next year. Whole year you were trying to convince John to agree to this costume. Every year he was telling you that he’s not gonna do it again but the truth was that for you, he would do anything. This costume wasn't special for him because it required only a suit from him and you bought him with that because he wasn't a big guy of dressing up. You two dressed up as Morticia and Gomez Addams. 

M. REMPE

Matt was out of ideas for the Halloween party but you knew that you two needed to use the height difference. You didn’t have any plans until both of you watched Monsters, Inc. When you saw Sulley and Wazowski, you knew that these are perfect costumes. You told this to Matt and he completely fell in love with the idea and you two decided to make it happen. You bought a matching onesie as a costume that you were wearing around the house after the party. 

J. SLAFKOVSKY

You and Juraj felt completely uninspired for the Halloween party. If you liked an idea, he wasn’t a fan of it and vice versa. Two of you were close to just showing up dressed normally without any costumes until you came up with an idea. You weren’t sure Juraj would like the idea but you decided to try. You proposed to dress up in the colors of Slovakian flag. At first, he was sceptical about this but eventually two of you wore white beanie, blue shirt and red pants. It was basic but you two loved it.

[moniquill]

I'm quoting user @shallow-between-stars because this is from a thread with unhelpful and judgemental commentary upthread. This is valid and important information from a person trained in this, vetted by another person (me) who is trained in this. I hold a degree in developmental psychology for clinical work with adolescents, and spent 8 years working at group home for kids removed from their families due to abuse and neglect who needed help to process before either reunifying with family or going into foster care.

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Okay. I'm trained in this.

You need to be providing age-appropriate sexual education to children from as young as you possibly can.

When kids are really young this looks like "Yes, that's mummy's vagina. Please leave the bathroom because it is rude to be in the bathroom while mummy is using the toilet. Mummy is placing her boundary, sweetheart, and you need to respect that."

"Yes, daddy does have something different to mummy. What daddy has is called a penis. Yes (mummy/daddy's penis/vagina) is the same as you."

You will notice here that I use the anatomical terms for these body parts. That is for a reason. It helps your child if something does happen better be able to disclose, exactly, what has happened to them. You do not want your child trying to disclose using words such as "secret pocket" or "hidden flower" or "willie" as this can obfuscate meaning. Imagine, if you will, Maisie trying to disclose that Coach Asshole touched her sexually by saying "Coach Asshole stuck his stick into my secret pocket," to a teacher or family friend who does not know that those words are euphemisms. Maisie has tried to disclose, but has been unsuccessful because she does not have the language that she needs.

Now, next.

Children, especially girls, can start going through puberty young. Like, really young. I have taught 9 year olds who menstruate. We need to be teaching these children about their bodies. We need to be teaching boys about the bodies of people who menstruate. There is so much misinfomation amongst grown cismen about menstruation because they are not taught it in school.

We also need to teach children about consent and bodily autonomy from as young as possible. This sets them up that even if they do, unfortunately, suffer abuse of this form they are vocal in their protestations and are more likely to disclose than children who have been taught to accept that adults can do whatever they want to a child's body. Granny kissing little Maisie on the cheek doesn't look that different to Coach Asshole calling his girls at gymnastics "Special girls" and kissing/touching them inappropriately, especially to a child (who, usually, have a much less refined emotional radar and both will cause them to shut down and just accept what is happening. You want your kid to be able to say "No, what you are doing/did to my body is wrong.")

So.

How should adults behave around children?

Firstly - my golden rule of interacting with children is If you have nothing to hide, don't hide anything.

This means when you are interacting with children you always do so in an area where you will easily be visible if another adult happens to walk by. No closed doors, try to minimise rooms without windows, have another adult present.

The reason you are doing this is to make it flag as strange and unusual to a child if an adult tries to get them alone. Safe adults do not do that. By making sure you are transparent in your behaviour, the child is more likely to flag something being wrong when someone is not transparent. You are equipping the child with skills to protect themselves.

They will also be more likely to disclose to another adult that an adult was trying to get them alone.

Secondly - No secrets.

(There is a little bit of an exception to this rule but to begin with, no secrets.)

This leads back to transparency. A safe adult will not ask a child to keep a secret from another adult. If Uncle Jeff is telling Nancy to keep "our little secret" when he gives her extra dessert, then Nancy is prone to believe that keeping a secret from another adult is something she's supposed to do when Uncle Scumbucket asks her to keep his inappropriate fondling of her as "our little secret." Children who see secrets as unusual are more likely to disclose that an adult told them to keep something a secret.

This is also important as grooming usually starts as "we need to keep you getting this special treat as our little secret." Uncle Jeff giving Nancy more icecream out of the goodness of his heart looks a lot like Uncle Scumbucket giving Nancy candy and lollies and extra screentime in an effort to get her to like him and Uncle Scumbucket's secrets are going to move on to "Sit on my lap today, honey, but don't tell your mother. Remember, this is our little secret." And eventually to Uncle Scumbucket asking Nancy to keep sexual activities as "our little secret."

You do not want children thinking that safe adults keep secrets.

Thirdly - this ties in a little with secondly but Teach your child the difference between a safe secret and an unsafe secret.

If you are unsure of the difference yourself -

A safe secret:

Does not hurt anybody by the keeping of it, including yourself.

Is usually accompanied by a feeling of excitement

Has an end date where everyone will become aware of the contents of the secret.

A safe secret is a surprise birthday party, a camping trip, a surprise trip to disneyworld, pizza!

An unsafe secret:

Can hurt someone and can hurt to keep

Is accompanied by a feeling of nervousness or dread or shame

does not have an end date. The secret is ongoing.

You can see how Uncle Scumbucket's secret is unsafe, but also how Uncle Jeff's secret is unsafe because Uncle Jeff's secret does not have an end date. Uncle Jeff's secret is unsafe because it is priming Macy to see Uncle Scumbucket's secret as reasonable, which leads back to the grooming discussed above.

Lastly, and this is very important -

'Protecting' children from having access to sexual education actually does them an injustice.

We do not live in a perfect world.

Bad things can and do happen to children, with depressing frequency. Get me drunk sometime and I'll tell you what I'm legally allowed to disclose of the stories where terrible shit has happened to children I have cared for.

Pretending that they don't happen means that if they do happen, children are unable to recognise and respond appropriately. You are making your child less equipped to protect themselves, not more.

Children who are taught age-appropriate sexual education from a young age are so much less likely to be in a situation of sexual violence than those who are not taught age-appropriate sexual education. Children who are taught age-appropriate sexual education are more likely to disclose if something does happen to them, than children who are not.

Protect your kids.

And for God's sake teach them the words 'penis' and 'vagina/vulva'

I am adding a link about the importance of teaching kids about consent (and why it doesn't have anything to do with sex or a loss of innocence - it's about making sure that kids don't get hurt and don't hurt others out of ignorance)

[trappednyourheart]

The wrong DNA test

( what if, Sheila wasn't really Jason's mother? The system is already corrupted, then what about the test?).

A huge brawl containing every rogue had started at the time of Halloween, causing the people from downtown to fled there home's as joker had clownized the whole neighborhood with his goon's.

Every bats had taken to groups to take out the three parts of Gotham's as the rogue's had started to make alliances, some had lasted quite long while had conflicts, and causing a big damage to Arkham asylum,

It didn't take long before they captured all of them, none of the bats questions as they observed Jason glowing green eyes starting to flick, they thought it was the pit again, growing wary of the cooperation, but Crime alley was involved and that mean business to Red hood's turf.

Catherine todd love her son as her own even if not biological, Jason knew that. But her thing with drugs couldn't make her stop.

Sometimes after that, they could hear Jason humming a tune,a nice melody from Damian's statement saying that Jason muttered to him “ lullaby” as Jason continued to read his book, maybe it could be from Catherine,

they knew how Jason's past with Catherine todd, his mom even if not related, Catherine loves her son like her own kid but her doing drugs and... overdosing couldn't be stop.

Maybe Jason just remembered his mother maybe reminiscing atleast something familiar...even if it was a bad time.

Jason had constantly have been hearing a woman's? Man's? Voice, singing him a lullaby...it soothing, like as if he known and loved this melody...and that's where the dreams kept coming, there was a person, giving him kisses, Talkin to him stories, singing him lullabies and soothing him, he could dream that he was actually a baby, a baby from a normal couple, well don't count the luxurious baby room.

Jason had took out a conspiracies why he was getting this dreams, ( he swears he's not becoming Tim) and voices, maybe like a misshapen memories from the pits of victims? No it's to peaceful for that, maybe magic? He already contacted Constantine but surely hang up after knowing who it was-

Just how is he getting this dreams? Unless it wasn't.... So he proved again his point, he started a DNA test, again but none had records...of Sheila being his biological mother...that was weird, last time he had a test was from the time as robin..and before his-

So he went to that hospital who had said where Sheila had given birth to him, and most of shock is that no one knows a mother giving birth named Sheila haywood but had a document of a baby, of one Jason jay nightingale, the most believing part was that it's the same day he was born in.

His mother, Daniel F. Nightingale was said to be trans as the doctor who help his mother safely delivered him, And saying that his mother loved him,

one Sheila Haywood had the constant trick to get him and taken him as his own, because his mother's family was a wealthy one they practically sold him to her.

Jason had thought that maybe his mother's family never wanted him to have a son with a man from Gotham's crime alley.

Meanwhile Danny had just been YEETED to the DC universe before the start of Batman's justice thing and had been adopted by a very wealthy fruit loops couple as there kid, so he stayed as the couples daughter even pretending, because he owed ghost writer a favor for the last time, and as DC universe exist so it's story, and one thing for sure the child he had to give birth in this universe has a very complicated fate,

he did the one night stand from his supposed friend Willis Todd? He had to befriend him as Dalia F. nightingale the supposed Wealthy daughter who fell in love with a peasant trope, and gotten pregnant making it a scandal, and reaching to his ��parents’ circle and getting that drama.

But he never thought he would care for his child, his little jay, his ghost side would purr in delight when they held Jason, he was a very hard sucker especially from his pacifier or his breast, it's so weird being in a women body,

but the way his ‘parents’ sold his son to the women who was supposed to get his son killed and being revived by cheap parody ass of ectoplasm.

He went feral, he had an argument to his ‘parents’ but all fell deaf ears, he couldn't find his son in one of the hotels nearby where that BXtch was.

And that time was where his part of the script was fulfilled, ghost writer already took him, both sides of his, were angry.

He. will. get. his. baby. back.

[nicohischierz]

outed: adelaide hughes au

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trevor zegras

adelaide and matt had slept in seeing as neither of them had training or a game.

the thing that woke them up from their nap was when addy’s older brothers best friends voice rang through their apartment.

“addy, are you home?” trevor asked.

trevor knew no limits so he walked straight into the younger girls room ready to jump in her bed. however, he was greeted with a sleep adelaide on top of a sleeping matt rempe

the new york native screamed causing addy and matt to jump out of bed.

upon seeing trevor, adelaide moved away from matt and stood on the side. she slipped a sweater over her head and turned to her brothers friend

“z, what the fuck are you doing here?” addy asked. she threw a shirt at her boyfriend, who simply pulled it on without a word.

“what am i doing? i came here to spend time with my honorary sister and im met with the rangers number one fighter. im concerned addy,” trevor rambled.

matt couldn’t help the smile on his face. after all the stories he’d heard about your brothers, trevor seemed like a true friend.

adelaide’s eyes softened as she lunged at the boy for a hug. “i’m fine z. matty makes me happy, like really happy,”

trevor patted the younger girls head and glared at matt. “that’s all i want addy,”

.·:¨༺ ༻¨:·.

cole caufield

adelaide was having her monthly catch-up with cole as she cooked dinner for her and matt.

however, half-way through cole had to answer some texts on the team group chat leaving the two in silence.

whilst adelaide was cooking, she failed to notice her boyfriends arrival. the tall canadian stood by the doorway, admiring his girlfriend.

“well don’t you look so pretty,” matt complimented

the taller boy stood behind adelaide and pressed kisses on her neck as she plated their food in front of the camera.

when adelaide looked up she was met with cole’s shocked face. matt looked at her girlfriends phone and stepped back a bit.

“shit. is this what z meant? he mentioned you were seeing someone but i thought you’d tell me!” cole ranted.

“and you. you may be taller than me but i will fight you. god damn addy now i owe trevor $100.” cole muttered before ending the call.

.·:¨༺ ༻¨:·.

william nylander and matthew knies

adelaide had been having a tough couple of weeks so she took some personal days and flew to toronto without telling anyone.

“adelaide?” willy asked as he saw the girl outside the practice arena.

he noticed her sunken eyes and the frail state her body was in. william immediately rushed to the girl and held her as she broke in his arms.

“come on älskling. you’re coming home with me,” willy asked matthew knies to help him, knowing that you two knew each other.

matthew helped put you in william’s car when your phone started ringing excessively. willy was tempted to ignore it but he didn’t know whether you’d told anyone of your whereabouts so he answered.

“ada!” matt rempe answered on the other side.

“this is william nylander, who are you?” he asked.

matthew urged his teammate to put the phone on speaker and that is what the blonde did.

“i’m matt. is adelaide there?”

“matt who?”

“matt rempe. look i just got back to our apartment and she isn’t here. i’ve called barzy and the martin’s but they haven’t seen her either”, matt rambled.

“she here. she’s in toronto,” willy answered.

“is she okay?” matt’s voice was timid, worried about his girlfriend.

“not really, but i’ll keep her with me for a bit,”

“can you hand her the phone please,”

william turned the phone off speaker and handed it to adelaide.

“matty,” she mumbled.

“hi ada, is willy going to make you feel better?” matt knew how close the two were during their time in toronto. he also knew that other than barzy and tito, willy was the only one who could get her out of a slump.

“willy’s the best. he always looks after me and kniesy’s here too. i miss you,” adelaide smiled at the two leaf players.

“i miss you too princess. get some rest and call me later, i love you,”

“i love you matty,” adelaide ended the call and was about to close her eyes.

“so you share an apartment with matt rempe.” kniesy stated.

adelaide hummed “i share an apartment with my boyfriend,”

.·:¨༺ ༻¨:·.

brendan brisson

brendan and adelaide were in the latters room playing smash or pass whilst they waited for dinner.

brendan was scrolling through a girls list of hockey players on tiktok as they both shouted out their answers.

“eww i can’t believe people find my brothers attractive,” adelaide groaned seeing jack for the sixth time.

brendan laughed and continued scrolling until they landed on matt rempe.

“oh i’ve seen him on fyp, the girls really seem to like him,” brendan added.

adelaide let out a nervous laugh. “pass. he’s a ranger, i’d be hung,”

of course, the knights prospect read between the lines. “okay forget his team, smash or pass?” he asked.

“well pass, he’s not really my type i guess. i don’t know briss,” adelaide answered truthfully.

brendan scoffed. “i think you’d smash. actually i think you already have,” he accused the girl.

adelaide got off her bed and looked to her best friend. “w-w-what, you’re crazy brendan. why would i hook up with a ranger?”

“i don’t know addy but i think he’s the guy you’re soft launching. i mean when i showed you the picture you started blushing. whenever any of the guys brings your boyfriend up you just say he’s tall. also i saw the way he looked at you at the isles vs rangers game i went to,”

brendan gave his best friend a pointed look.

the girl caved fast confessing everything to brendan from the time she met matt to them living together.

“who else knows?” brendan asked.

“well cole, trevor, my team, kniesy, willy, our parents and braden schneider,” addy answered.

“how do cole and trevor know before me!!” brendan exclaimed.

“they caught us,” adelaide replied sheepishly.

.·:¨༺ ༻¨:·.

mat barzal and the team

the islanders were out having drinks after their season and to celebrate adelaide's new sponsor.

of course, adelaide celebrated too much as she hung onto mat and slurred her words. her teammates found it amusing as she gave them all advice on their love lives.

"mat. i love you, i really do but i swear if you show up to training camp with a shaved head finding a girlfriend would be the least of your worries," she threatened.

the boys laughed as mat dropped the girl off on their goalie ilya sorokin. the girl then started counting in russian and muttering random curse words causing the others who understood to look at the girl in amusement.

"oh no, i have to factory reset her to english," mat groaned as adelaide began rambling on in different languages intertwining with her sentences.

adelaide then laid her head onto ilya's shoulder. "i miss matt," she mumbled in english. the poor goalie then pointed at his two teammates with the same name, making the girl excited.

"eww, that's not matt. i want to go home to matty," she whined.

matt martin carried the younger girl out the bar as she stumbled over her feet, mumbling about 'matt'. barzy was given her bag as he searched for a contact under that name.

just as he was about to hand the phone back to adelaide, she received a call from 'remmy 🐀'.

"ada, it's 2:30. you told me to call if I don't hear from you at this time," matt answered on the other end.

"are you matt?" barzy asked.

matt straightened up and prepared to head out the door. "yeah, I'm matt. umm is ada alright?"

"she's fine. i mean a little wasted but functioning,"

"i'll come pick her up. i've got her location, i should be there in ten minutes,"

barzy put adelaide's phone in her bag and hung it over his shoulder. "addy, matt's on his way," he told the younger girl, holding a bottle of water to her lips.

despite some having families and significant others, they all waited to ensure that adelaide got home safe even if that meant they walked across the city for her.

the sounds of matt's jeep alerted the crowd and the boy pulled up as close as possible before stepping out.

adelaide smiled at the sight of her boyfriend. she pushed away from her teammate and stumbled into matt's arm, the boy catching his girlfriend.

"matty, look this one and this one has the same name as you!" she exclaimed, pointing at the other two.

matt smiled at adelaide's teammates and fixed his grip around her waist. "come on ada, let's get you in the car and then I'll run you a bath when we get home,"

adelaide’s teammates looked at one another and then at how comfortable the girl was. “bye friends! i’m gonna miss you,” she shouted out the car door.

“is that?” one of the guys asked as they watched the couple drive away.

“yup,” barzy replied.

“with ..”

“we all pretend we don’t know until she tells us,” anders lee told the group before they split.

[livingmybestfakelife]

To All The Boys I Loved Before

1930s Fontaine x Reader/Elijah “Smoke” Moore x Reader

Sinners x They Cloned Tyrone Crossover Oneshot

“Oh my God why can’t they just leave?!”

Pearline complained. And honestly you couldn’t blame her, you didn’t understand what the hell was going on. First Pearline, Mary, Annie and you were decorating juke joint for the party tonight. Next thing you know the place was surrounded by multiple men who were carbon copies of your husbands. Eight other Sammies, three Stacks, two Smokes and two other men you didn’t recognize, who introduced themselves as Fontaine and Tyrone. Tyrone claimed to be from Oakland and Fontaine said he’s from Chicago. Each of them were completely different yet had one thing in common. They said that you were their wife, Fontaine says your name is Gloria but Tyrone swears you’re a Harriet. Both weren’t true, you never met any one of them a day in your life, you were having trouble trying to keep up with Smoke’s replicas.

Aaron, one of Stack’s clones, sucks his teeth and sighs in frustration.

“Marcela! Girl quit playing and come on out here now, we got a train to catch in less than an hour back to Knoxville”

“My name is not Marcela!” Mary cries

“My goodness, woman!”

He shakes his head and chuckles to the others

“She’s still pissy because I wouldn’t let her buy a pair of shoes Biloxi, girl already got like a hundred different pairs”

Each man outside had their own names with a different backstory and from different parts of the country, hell, some weren’t even from this country, one clone of Sammie was Jamaican and another of Smoke’s was English. This was too much.

More time had passed before Fontaine had broke away from the group and made his way to a side window of the juke joint. One that your back was resting up against, a light knock on the window startles you, you spin around and end up being face to face with him.

“Why don’t you open the window for me sweetheart, no one has to know, not your friends, Tyrone or the others, just us, let’s go back home Gloria”

“I’m not Gloria, please, just convince the others to go, we aren’t who y’all are looking for, I don’t know what’s going on”

“Glory my Glory….please don’t break my heart again, I’ll give you anything but don’t give me up again”

You shake your head and look away from him, then go to walk away from the window, but you’re stopped by his voice again.

“That a gramophone over there?”

It was, it’s one y’all brought over to play some music on what would’ve been the ladies social dinner that was now a bust. You glance at the gramophone and turn back to him.

“Y-yes?”

He smiles and nods his head towards it.

“Why don’t you play something for me”

“Why would you wanna hear any music at a time like this?”

“Whatever plays, I want it to be the song I remember you by when I leave”

You feel bad for the poor man, tore up from another loss of a woman who he clearly loves more than anything in this world.

You walk over to the gramophone and place the needle over the current vinyl that’s placed on it. The sound of Blind Willie Johnson’s crisp guitar followed by his soulful hums bleed into the air. You feel an overwhelming sense of euphoria, though it feels good, there’s another part of you that is fighting back, and losing.

You turn back around to the window to see that he is no longer there. Instead you’re met by your friends staring at you, as if they’re anticipating something to happen. You have no control over yourself now, your legs are walking them towards the entrance, the doors are now wide open and only one person is standing on the other side of it, Fontaine.

“You ready to go, my Glory?”

You nod and smile before rushing into his waiting arms. During the embrace you don’t notice the seven other Pearline’s, two other Mary’s, one other Annie and the other you, Harriet, Tyrone’s wife walking down the steps from the upstairs part of the juke joint. It was hell finding you, every clone had their other half while Fontaine snapped again after you became self aware for the third time.

After the second attempt this would be song that would be chosen as your trigger, for everyone’s sake they hoped it worked, thankfully it did.

“Don’t scare me like that again, you know how much I lose my mind when I don’t know where you are”

He drapes his suit jacket over your shoulders and guides you down the stairs.

“I don’t-I”

“Shhh don’t worry about it, let’s go home sweetness”

“YN darling this luncheon was just lovely, and for it being the first one you hosted, you really outdid yourself”

You gave her a humble smile at the compliment.

“Oh Caroline you’re too kind”

“I mean it I truly do, now mark your calendar for next Friday because were all attending the grand opening of that new tea room on Ferguson”

“I wouldn’t miss it”

Once all of the women are gone you go down to the basement of your stunning Victorian greystone. You’re greeted by the muffled cries of Chauncey Cole, the brother in law of some klan member named Hogwood from Mississippi. He’s been sniffing around the club that your husband owns and you perform in for a good while. He didn’t take too kindly to some “uppity coloreds” business doing better than his. You both already know what type of character he was, you just needed to wait it out until he became a big enough threat to pounce. And you finally got it when you heard through the grapevine that he planned to set fire to the club, kidnap and make an example out of you.

Well your Dimitri didn’t take too kindly to such threats, and pumped poor Chauncey’s fellow klan buddies full of hot bullets, but left him alive for his grand finale.

“What do you think my love? Slow and sweet or quick and bitter?”

His thick Russian accent was music to your ears every time he spoke.

“Slow and sweet, please”

“Anything for you”

He pulls out his trusty weapon of choice and preps it to do his worst.

You kiss his cheek and leave him to his work, all while Chauncey pathetically pleas with the gag in his mouth.

“я люблю эту игру”

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[tsaheylutales]

I know you're writing an angsty steve fic and I love it!! But can you write a one-shot for steve where they drift kinda apart in s4 and just like Eddie another boy join the grp and he's very caring and kind and the reader and him get together by the end. Thank you!!!

Hello! Thank you for the request! I hope you like it 😊

Pairing: Steve Harrington X Reader (Barely), Reader X OC

1k words

You don’t really know when you and Steve started to fall apart. It was slow. Gradual. Undetectable. He slipped through your fingers, falling back into Nancy’s hands. You see the way he looks at her. Longing. He likes the familiarity, the safety. She reminds him of who he used to be. 

You don’t really know when you and Steve started to fall apart. It was slow. Gradual. Undetectable. Like watching a glass crack, hairline fractures spidering outwards, silent, invisible, until the whole thing shatters in your hands.

He stopped calling you at night. He stopped saying I love you like it meant something. Started flinching when you held his hand in front of the group.

The worst part was that it didn’t stop at once.

He still smiled at you. Still spoke to you, sometimes. Still kissed your forehead like a reflex he hadn’t broken yet.

You see the way he looks at her. Nancy. Eyes soft. Careful. Like she’s the only person in the world who still makes sense to him.

You watch from the side. You always watch from the side.

He doesn’t even know he’s doing it. Maybe that’s what makes it worse, that it’s natural to him. That his heart still beats in time with hers, even after everything.

You’re not a firework. Not a spark. You’re the quiet in-between. The soft hum after everyone’s gone home.

He loved you once. That much you’re sure of. He liked the way you listened. The way you looked at him like he was worth something. But Nancy?... Nancy reminds him of who he used to be. The old Steve. The one who was brave and wanted to be better. The one who still had something to prove.

You don’t remind him of anything. You’re just there. Watching. Hoping.

Trying not to take it personally when he laughs a little louder with her. When he leans a little closer. When he forgets to ask if you’re okay after a fight.

You shrink smaller. Start talking less. Start dressing differently. You wear her shade of lipstick. You tie your hair like she does. You laugh at jokes that don’t make you laugh. You become someone else. And you hate it.

You hate how your voice sounds now careful and high-pitched and not your own. You hate the part of you that still hopes this is a phase. Maybe he’ll come back.

But deep down, you know. You’ve already lost him. And he didn’t even notice you slipping away.

Then…One day in your English class, you meet him. 

Kyle.

The boisterous, funny, sarcastic guy who moved from Indianapolis just before Christmas. He was the type who always had something to say, who made even the quietest kids laugh under their breath. You’d heard him before. But you’d never really talked. Not until Mr. Willis paired you together for a school project.

And just like that, he was beside you. Close enough to hear the softness in your voice. Close enough to notice when your hands fidgeted under the desk.

At first, you were wary. Guarded. You’d built up so many walls. You weren’t ready to let anyone in. But Kyle didn’t push. He just showed up.

He asked you questions. Listened, really listened, when you spoke. When you started rambling about your favorite poem during a brainstorming session, you caught him watching you. Not in a mocking way. Not in pity. But like he genuinely saw you like you were something rare. Something beautiful.

You started looking forward to English. Sitting beside him. Sharing notes, thoughts, secrets. He told you about his younger sister and how he helped her with homework, how she made the worst grilled cheese sandwiches but he ate them anyway. 

There was something about him. The way he cared. The way he paid attention. The way he laughed when you finally dared to be a little funny back.

When the Upside Down returned in the spring of ’86, you didn’t hesitate. You brought Kyle into it.

At first, he thought you were joking. Monsters? Other dimensions? But one look at your face and he knew you weren’t. He didn’t laugh. He didn’t run. He just said, “Okay. Tell me what I need to know.”

That night, you took him to the Wheeler basement. The others were already there, tapes and compasses spread across the floor, voices tense.

When you walked in with him, the room fell quiet.

Steve stood up. He looked at Kyle like he didn’t belong. Like he was confused. And maybe a little irritated. You avoided his gaze.

“This is Kyle.” You say, quietly but firmly. “He knows now. He’s helping.”

The others exchanged looks. Dustin was the first to speak. “Are you sure introducing more people is a good idea?”

You nod.

Kyle nods too. “She said you all need help. So. I’m here.”

He won them over slowly. It wasn’t flashy. It was steady. Reliable.

He stayed up late helping Dustin rework walkie frequencies. He volunteered to go out on grocery runs for supplies. He comforted Max when she started panicking. And when it came time to head into the dark, into the actual Upside Down, he didn’t flinch.

He squeezed your hand and said, “Whatever happens, I’ve got you.”

And he did. Even when you were trembling. Even when everything inside you screamed to run. Kyle stood by your side. Not because he wanted glory, or to prove something. But because you mattered to him.

And Steve saw it.

He saw the way you leaned into his shoulder when you thought no one was looking. The way you smiled, soft and real, when Kyle whispered something only meant for you.

Steve looked away then. His jaw clenched. But he didn’t say a word.

Because he knew. You weren’t his anymore.

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Tangled Dreams [W. W]

Willy Wonka x fem!reader

word count: 3.7k

[Timothée masterlist]

note: I decided to combine these two because they are quite similar! I hope the ending doesn't seem rushed, I really appreciate your patience and please tell me if you liked it.

Special greetings to @kpopgirlbtssvt and @broadwaybaby123 ily pretty!

As you fell towards an unknown place through a stone tunnel, you thought that there were two things you wished you had done the day before: check the hole in your bag to avoid losing all your money and have read the small print of the contract you had signed.

If you had done both, you would have avoided ending up in the mess you were in, with the seemingly kind woman who had greeted you telling you that you owed more than ten thousand sovereigns for charges you weren't even aware of. She had said that you would work for a sovereign a day, however, she hadn’t said what that job would be and before you could ask, Bleacher had already pushed you through the hole in the wall.

You hit yourself when you fell on a wagon full of white fabrics and quickly got up to understand where you had arrived. There were fumes, water, and everything smelled like detergent, so you knew it was the laundry room, but the place was desolate.

Would you have to do everything alone? How was it possible? Suddenly you felt very scared thinking about how long you would have to be there to pay off your debt. You had left your home to look for better employment opportunities so that you could develop all your artistic skills, since living in a small town it was almost impossible to practice with your brush. You were supposed to meet other artists, learn from them, buy new materials... you didn't have to end up where you had.

As the minutes passed and you had more time to think about things, the situation was getting worse. You had no one in the city who could help you, you were completely alone, without money, with debts, without food... between all of this you felt your breathing starting to accelerate and you knew you were about to experience a nervous breakdown.

That happened when you were in high-stress situations and, honestly, you hated it. Your heart began to beat like crazy with no way to stop it, you felt like you were sweating and everything around you seemed to start to suffocate you. So when you felt a couple of tears forming in your eyes, you thought that you just wanted to disappear into the wagon full of sheets where you were.

The shock didn't let you think properly and that's why you couldn't even hear the voices coming from the other room, which suddenly turned into the presence of a group of unfortunate workers.

"Oh, hello?" muttered an older man with glasses. He was accompanied by a woman dressed in blue work overalls, another lady, and a curly with a flashy suit “New here?”

Even though she seemed kind, you couldn't take the words that way. You were scared and soon everyone realized that.

“Girl, are you okay?” the woman with overalls was quick to say, with the same kindness as the man, and after that everyone approached your direction.

You wanted to talk, but you couldn't, and apparently the proximity of the group only made you more nervous. While you were trying to contain your sobs they were looking for ways to calm you down, to no avail.

After a few seconds another couple of people appeared in the place and from the corner of your eye you could observe them: she was a pretty little girl and next to her was a young man wearing a coat and hat. He noticed right away that something wasn't right and he walked in your direction to find out.

“Well, hi,” he greeted you. Everyone looked at each other with a combination of pity and concern, as if you were a helpless kitten in a box “How about we give her some space? She looks scared”

The group did as he told them and then the only one left near you was that man. He didn't say anything for a moment, as if analyzing your behavior, and then he leaned slightly against the box to watch you.

“I'm Noodle,” the girl murmured now, still keeping her distance from you. “What's your name?”

“Y/N” you managed to say. You were still looking into the green eyes that were also watching you carefully.

“It's a pretty name,” he complimented. You were still struggling to breathe a little when he held out his hand to you. “Do you want me to help you out of there, Y/N? So we can talk. We are all here to help you, don't be afraid”

Willy misjudged your appearance and thought that you were quite young, even though you were the same age, which is why he allowed himself to speak to you so cautiously.

You carefully took the hand he was offering you and then the man helped you out of the wagon, practically carrying you outside. Once you were outside his arm carefully wrapped around you and guided you to a couple of chairs, where you sat down and he sat down too.

“Breathe,” the boy urged you, realizing that you were still sobbing a little. He wasn't touching you anymore, but he was watching you carefully “Can you get some water, Piper?”

You realized that the first woman who had spoken to you was named Piper, and while you were working on regulating your breathing she disappeared down the hallway. The boy whispered soft instructions: inhale, exhale, and with that you managed to calm down until she returned with the glass he had ordered for you.

"Here you have"

You took it and drank slowly, being careful not to choke, until you felt better. You were suddenly aware of everyone's expectant gaze and you shrank in on yourself with some pity.

“I'm sorry for all this,” you murmured, now that you were more composed. “It's just that when I fell here, everything was alone and I felt very… scared.”

“That's how we all felt the first time,” said the older man, to reassure you. “I'm Abacus Crunch.”

“Y/N,” you repeated, even though everyone had heard it the first time.

“This is Piper, Lottie, and Larry,” the boy next to you murmured, smiling gently at you. “And my name is Willy Wonka.”

That last one was the one that settled in your mind the most. Willy Wonka.

“How did you end up here?” Lottie asked kindly.

Everyone listened to your story carefully, now that you had managed to calm down, and a couple of sympathetic grimaces appeared on the faces of your new companions as you spoke. They told you, in broad strokes, their own reasons for ending up there and it turned out that these weren’t very different from yours.

“We were all fooled just by not reading the small print,” Larry said bitterly, even though he was supposed to be a comedian.

“For now we will just assign you a room and… you can rest, okay?” the little girl named Noodle murmured, trying to be as friendly as possible.

“Mrs. Scrubitt told me that I would have to work here every day to pay off my debt, is that true?”

They all shared a knowing look, debating whether or not they should tell you about their recent escapades to sell chocolates, and then Willy made the decision for the rest.

“You don't have to worry about anything. We'll be out of here soon, all of us. Just sleep and tomorrow we will explain to you, okay?” he murmured gently.

There was something about his smile that calmed you greatly and you were grateful that there was someone like him in that place. They all seemed to be good people, actually, so at least that was one less thing to worry about.

Noodle took you to an empty room where you could settle in along with your few belongings and right or wrong, you thought that at least you had a roof over your head that night.

Once you slept for a few hours and when morning finally arrived, they took care of updating you on the activities they had been doing to settle all the debts that existed with the cruel woman who had deceived you.

“We move through the sewers and come back here before Scrubitt does the roll call, at night,” Abacus explained to you. He was something like the leader of the place, probably because of the years of experience he had “If you help us with sales, then you will enjoy the benefits too.”

“You mean I can leave here?” you wanted to corroborate. Willy nodded enthusiastically.

“You arrived at a fairly opportune time, the business seems quite prosperous and if we continue like this, we will be gone in… a month and a half, maybe two months,” he estimated. It all sounded pretty good and at least they had the decency to tell you, so they could include you in the plan “Are you in?”

You thought it was risky, but if it meant a chance to leave, of course you'd take it. After all, those people had been trapped for years, what assured you that you wouldn't have the same fate? As you saw things, actually agreeing to help them was your only option.

"Of course. Just tell me what to do, I'll learn quickly” you exclaimed and everyone was happy with your response. Especially Willy.

“I'll take care of it myself, take it for granted.”

You took the hand that the man was offering you, as if you wanted to formally close the deal, and then everyone rushed to get the things you needed for the day's sale ready. As you watched them go from here to there you thought that you would have to get used to that hustle and bustle, but somehow it comforted you to know that now you were no longer so alone.

“Thank you for helping me,” you exclaimed in the direction of the light-eyed boy, who had stayed next to you. “At this time and yesterday too. I was quite worried and I just… panicked”

“Oh, you don't have to thank me for anything” he smiled at you sincerely “I know how ugly it is to be scared, so if another day you feel like that just tell me. I am always happy to help”

For a man who had only known you a day, he turned out to be quite the gentleman around you. Or maybe it was just that he behaved that way naturally.

“All ready?” Piper spoke and you knew it was your cue to leave for wherever your destination was that day.

And of course, just like everyone else when Willy came into their lives, from that moment on your whole world turned completely upside down.

Becoming friends with Willy Wonka wasn’t a task that required much effort, so after a few weeks the two of you were practically inseparable. To this we had to add that when he discovered that you were the same age, his sympathy towards you only increased, to the point of turning into a clear interest in you, although not in the way that most would expect.

Maybe he was rushing, but he had started to like you in a… romantic way? Maybe. He didn't know much about what it was like to be in love, but he knew that he had begun to feel something different in his chest for you. After all, you saw each other every day, at all hours, so it had been inevitable to know a lot about you.

You had talked to him about your life before arriving in the city, living in a modest village, about your dreams and the skills you hoped to improve with time and practice. Willy, in turn, had told you about his mother, the story of him making chocolates, the aspirations and desires he had to become the owner of a shop in the gourmet galleries... in short, everything that was truly important. Sometimes you spent entire hours, when you weren't working outside, talking and so you already knew a lot about each other by that point in your story.

That was why when, after a few weeks, your sleep was interrupted by a nightmare, the first thing you thought was to run and seek comfort in the arms of your friend. It was no secret that Scrubitt had been being particularly harsh with everyone there and although most of them were already used to it, you and Willy were the ones who suffered the most from those verbal attacks. She was quite trained in the art of being mean.

So maybe it was that he yelled at you a little worse that day, or it was just that you were too sensitive because the police almost caught you when you went out on the streets to sell the chocolates, but either way your mind had taken care of shaping everything that happened to create that bad dream.

When you knocked on his door you feared the thought of bothering him with your presence, however, it was too late to chicken out because almost immediately he had already peeked out of the room.

“Y/N?” he asked, slightly confused. From the lucidity with which he spoke you knew that he probably hadn't even been sleeping “What's wrong?”

“I had a nightmare,” you explained “Can I stay with you for a while?”

It didn't take Willy more than half a second to move to the side so that you could go inside and once you were there he invited you to sit on the deteriorated bed, where he also took a seat. The next thing he did was stretch his hand open on the mattress, offering you the option to take it if you needed it. You did it, partly to feel something to anchor you to reality and partly because you loved the feeling of his warm skin against yours.

“Do you want to talk about what you dreamed?” he asked softly.

“It wasn't anything too terrible, but it's just… Aren't you going to laugh?”

"Of course not. I would never do it,” Willy assured you, moving a little closer to you as if he wanted to keep the matter confidential. “What is it about?”

“It's just… I don't know, it was a strange dream. I dreamed that things were getting complicated with this whole business of selling chocolates and that's why I stayed here for years like Abacus or Piper. I mean, I really appreciate that you're trying to help us all and I know I'm the one who's been here the least and maybe I can't even complain, but… I've been afraid of something bad happening since I got here. And I dreamed that the chocolate cartel was hurting you, that's why I got very scared and I..."

“Hey, hey,” Willy murmured as he extended one of his arms to you, when he saw that you were about to burst into tears.

He hated seeing people cry, perhaps because of his compassionate and kind nature, but he hated seeing you cry, especially you. The first time you guys met he didn't want to be too invasive in terms of personal space because he didn't know how you were going to react, or he didn't even know if a hug would help you calm down. But now that you knew each other better he had also learned a few things about you, so he felt confident in holding you down if you were feeling bad. Like right now.

“I'm sorry, it's just that with what happened today with the police I feared the worst. It's not that I just love you because you're going to help us get out of here, it's that I really appreciate you and I don't want anything bad to happen to yo... to all of us, I mean”

Willy smiled moved at your concern and let go of the hand he was holding yours to hug you properly, without you objecting at all.

“But nothing bad is going to happen, dear. It was just a bad dream”

He calling you that pet name warmed your face, so you just let yourself be sheltered by his kind arms and nodded against his chest, a little less worried now that you had spoken it out loud. You stayed in that position for a few minutes, with you listening to the constant beat of his heart and with him enjoying the pleasant weight of your body against his.

“Were you making chocolates?” you asked quietly, noticing the ingredients spread across the table in his room. He loosened his grip on him slightly so you could get a better look.

"Yeah! Do you want some? Maybe that will make you feel better. Chocolate always makes me feel better” he smiled.

When Willy saw you nodding he rushed over to grab a couple of the treats and then shoved them into your hands, hoping you could enjoy them as much as he did. He was definitely right when he said that chocolate would make you feel better.

“Do these have nuts?” you asked, feeling the crunchy bits between your teeth.

"Yeah"

“I love nuts” you confessed. You had already told him before and he had made sure not to forget it, so a little smile crossed his face when he saw that the candy was to your liking. “Thank you for the chocolates. And thanks for listening to me, I… I definitely feel better”

“I'm glad to hear that”

“You're so sweet, Willy. I'm serious"

“It's no wonder. You deserve all the sweetness in the world.”

Your gaze fell on him immediately and you gave him a couple of seconds in case he wanted to take back those words. However, he didn't do it.

“Well, it's nice that you think that. Not many people are nice these days.”

“Like Scrubitt, for example?” he joked and you laughed.

“At first I felt very angry, you know? But at least now I'm happy to know that despite all this bad situation, I was able to meet someone like you."

Suddenly the urge to tell you what he felt appeared in his chest and he was honestly surprised by the impulsiveness of his thinking. There hadn't even been anything that triggered that desire, it was just his brain together with his heart that were asking him to say that out loud.

Were you going to be scared? He hoped not. Maybe he should just refer to his feelings in the hopes that you'll put the missing pieces together, or maybe he should just stay silent, or maybe...

“I have never met someone like you. You are very special to me"

You couldn't help the shy smile on your mouth and Willy settled for the excited gleam in your eyes.

“Ow, are you serious?”

"Yeah. And I think I like you a lot.”

You assumed, like everything he did, that this was just another courtesy on his part and so you responded as kindly and friendly as you could.

“I like you too, Willy.”

“And I think you're very pretty. In every way” he continued.

You didn't know if he was trying to flirt with you or if he was just being nice, so you just laughed with flushed cheeks and shoved another chocolate into your mouth to try to calm your nerves. You wanted to tell him that he was handsome to you too, but instead you murmured:

"Are not you sleepy? I can leave if that's the case, I didn't even think about…”

“No, you can stay,” he said quickly. He really seemed to want you there with him “Did I say something wrong?”

Of course he hadn't said anything wrong, how could he?

"No. I just thought you were tired and I didn’t want to bother you,” you admitted. “And I appreciate that you think I’m pretty”

The way he was looking at you and the question he had just asked you made you think that maybe what he had told you about liking you was something like he really liked you. In the romantic, cheesy way you swore wasn't possible.

“I like that you are here, but I don't want to keep you if you are tired.”

“No, no” now you said. You were acting so awkwardly that your brain was screaming at you to do something to fix it, but your thoughts were interrupted by his eyes landing on your lips “What?”

There was something different in the atmosphere that had settled in from one moment to the next and could be felt with the fingers on your hand.

“Can I confess something to you?” he asked in a whisper. “And you promise not to be scared?”

“That depends,” you said nervously. Those kinds of secrets could range from the illegal to the wildly strange.

Luckily, what he longed to tell you was nothing on that spectrum.

“I think I like you a lot,” he repeated. But this time you understood perfectly what he meant.

You were burning with shame at the direction the conversation had taken and you looked at your friend with fear, not knowing how to respond to his confession. You knew you reciprocated those feelings, but you didn't feel the courage to say it. Fortunately you did have the courage to lean towards him and press your lips against his, because of course, from your strange logic that would be less embarrassing.

Now it was Willy who blushed noticeably and using the same reasoning as you, decided to mask his nerves by kissing you back again. Although he didn't say it explicitly, it was notable that he had never kissed any woman and the thought of it being his first kiss made you feel touched. He tasted like chocolate and inexperience, but he was perfect.

“I like you too,” you admitted between his lips, just as if you wanted to make it clear to him that the feeling was mutual and that he shouldn't have any fear about it.

While you were kissing him, your mind kept thinking that all that had happened thanks to one of your nightmares and, for the first time in your life, you felt grateful for that bad dream.

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[cowboy-doinggay]

the people on the wall

Bruce knows better than anyone about the feeling of losing a parent at such a young age where it is hard to remember the smallest thing, like how many freckles his mother had that she would cover with makeup or the slight curl that his father on in the morning before getting ready for work at breakfast, so because of that the manor's walls were covered with pictures of them, of just Thomas and Martha.

So when Dick comes to live in the manor it takes about 2 months for Mary and John to join the walls with Martha and Thomas. To a normal person it would be weird to have your dead parents cover the walls of your home and even some random people's photos next to your parent's photos, but both Bruce and Dick didn't think it wasn't weird; it was love. Seeing them every day as they passed them in the hall, in a way was a chance for the set of parents to see their sons grow into the men that they become. Bruce sees Mary's blue eyes in Dick and John's smile as Dick saw Martha's freckles in the summer on Bruce's face and Thomas' strong jawline on Bruce.

When it was Jason's turn to live in the manor he didn't want to have pictures of his folks on the wall, which was understandable. But there was a small framed Polaroid on the foyer table that you wouldn't know that it was there if you weren't looking for it, It had a picture of Willis and Catherine with Jason celebrating his first birthday. And in that Polaroid, you can see Willis's smile and Catherine's caring eyes on Jason today. Jason never made it onto the wall, it was too hard for everyone to see that boy never growing older.

when Tim joined the family he didn't really think that Jack and Janet would join the walls because he didn't lose them at a young age like the rest of them so he didn't need to be surrounded with photos of the to remember what they look like, but the next he time that he was walking pass by the hall with the all the photos. Martha and Thomas photos had changed to group pictures of the Wayne couple and the Drake couple and was taken during a gala. And in this photo you can see the way where Tim talks with his hands came from Janet and that cheeky little smile that he gives when he does something bad came from Jack.

When Cassandra joined the family she had the same feelings as Jason about not wanting her parents on the wall, but on the same foyer table there's an old photo with creases and maybe old dry blood that was framed and placed next to Willis and Catherine. Of both David Cain and Sandra Woosan in the league of assassins; in the photo, you can see Cassandra looking like a perfect blend of them both.

As Damian met and joined the family it was a bit weird since both of his parents were still alive and in his life, so he didn't really need to have a photo of Talia on the wall or on the foyer table if the only thing that's stopping his parents from being together is distance and morals. But to the dismay of both Dick and Tim; Talia was added to the wall, as well as photos of younger Bruce and Talia during their time in the league together. In these pictures, you can really see Bruce in Damian, even though Damian is a carbon copy of Talia with Bruce's slight wave in his hair, in the way how his smile reaches his eyes and his nose has a slight wrinkle to it the same way as Bruce has in these pictures.

When Duke comes to live in the manor he had the some feeling as Tim and Damian about having his moms pictures on the wall, due to the fact that his mom isn’t dead and he stills visits her after school. But when he was walking pass the wall of photos to get into a study room he see her right nexts to the the pictures of Graysons and the Waynes with the Drakes and the young couple Wayne and Al Guhul. He see Elaine as he knows and loves her, and in this picture you can see Duke being a carbon copy of his mother they share the same smile, the same kind eyes with the adorable nose.

So when you go to the Wayne Manor there will be old portraits, of the older Wayne’s that had made a name for themselves and helped build Gotham but you'll also see pictures of the Drakes, the flying Graysons, 5 random people in small frames and never before seen photos of Bruce as a teenager during the time when he was studying abroad with a woman that looks a lot like Damian. And when asking any of the Waynes for the reason for all these non-wayne photos they will all say the same thing "Aren't your walls covered in family pictures?"

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

willy, ace, and 4 nations 😌

originally, ace wasn’t planning on going. she’s got a two and a half month old, she would have to fly with him, pack, the whole nine yards

but before william has to leave for montreal, they’re hanging out at his place and he’s packing while ace and gunnar are chilling on his bed. ace is feeding the baby and they’re chatting about the up coming competition

“i know it’s a lot to ask,” william says, “but it would mean a lot to me if you guys came. he’ll never remember it, but i want gunnar to be there while i represent my home country”

ace is so on the fence, but she can’t deny william this thing. it’s important to him ans truthfully, it’s important to her that gunnar gets to see the pictures and videos later when he’s older. so she agrees to go and william is so excited he leans in and presses a big kiss to her cheek, just slightly too close to her mouth

after william’s done packing, the whole group migrates to ace’s apartment and william takes over gunnar duty while ace packs for the two of them. he’s chatting to the baby, telling him how excited he is that gunnar and mommy are going to be at the competition. ace is always a little flushed and flustered when william refers to her as ‘mommy’ or ‘mama’ and she tries not to think about what that means

ace ends up on the flight with the other nylanders so she’ll have help with gunnar - who’s actually a total delight on the plane and sleeps or eats the entire trip

william upgrades his hotel room to a suite so that gunnar and ace can stay with him, even though she protests that they can get their own room because he needs to rest. he’s like nope, i want to spend all my free time with you guys, that’s the whole point.

ace barely puts up a fuss because she knows it’s important to william and the suite has a second room for her and gunnar

(all three end up in william’s room every night except for the nights before the actual games. gunnar in his little pack’n’play and ace and william passed out in the king sized bed, hands touching while they sleep)

(and if ace “borrows” william’s 4nations sweatshirt? well, hotel rooms are cold 🤷🏼‍♀️)

[nylwnder]

run your mouth

a/n: back with the second last drop!!! of course i had to include my boy bunts in this series <333 who am i without my twin??!! currently working on the last fic and can’t wait to get that out to you guys :) loves u and enjoy bbs!

pairing: michael bunting x fem!reader 

warnings: SMUT, bratty!reader, brat taming, mocking, fingering, oral (f! recieving), p in v, unprotected sex, technically exhibitionism, bunts doesn’t play for the leafs anymore (but still hanging out with the boys), swearing

word count: 2.7k

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series masterpost 

the lights were bright and colourful, decorations hung around the walls and tables, cocktails flooding the room, snacks upon snacks with laughter and love being shared with each other. 

it was new years eve, therefore unsurprisingly celebrated at the marner residence. you were mingling with the rest of your friends on the arm of your boyfriend and known “greasy rat” michael bunting. it was the first christmas with bunts not playing for toronto anymore, however connections and bonds grow deeper than contracts and trades. so regardless of where you might be living right now, toronto is your home. and you were grateful to be spending your time with the group of people you feel most connected to. 

later on in the night, some of the boys wanted to challenge each other in a game of pool. the rest of the wives and girlfriends stayed chatting in the living room with some glasses of wine. you took your cup, however you felt a hunch that you could have a bit more fun as a spectator for the game.

michael has had lingering touches on you all night, and you were starting to get more needy the more he spoke to the others. so what was a way to motivate him into fulfilling a need before the night ends? perhaps, you felt like being a little bratty today!

you sit on a couch in the game room, watching auston make sure the table is set up accordingly. the boys began barking at each other, teasing the other about who will win. they decided to play in pairs at first. auston with mo and bunts with willy. mitch was going to play, but he was chirped out of the group before he could even grab a stick. you giggled. 

the first round wasn’t too bad. michael was carried by william’s strategic movements and consistent straight shots. you chose to make sure you praised willy as much as you could. you could notice the way bunts would hold his cue tighter, it only ignited you more. 

however, auston and morgan put up a good fight, and got a two for one shot to win the game. that's when they decided to break off into individuals, mo and willy first—willy winning—and now aus and bunts, meaning you were ready to continue running your mouth.

music buzzed in the background from the other room. bunts is lining up his shot. you crossed your legs together, watching with a mischievous grin, sipping your drink. 

“alright boys, watch and learn. ‘bout to end this game right now.” bunts says.

you snicker, “please! you’ve been saying that for the last ten minutes. just take the shot already, you self-proclaimed pool shark.” the boys giggle.  

bunts pauses to glare at you “you wanna hop on this table and try your luck, or are you just here to run your mouth?”

you smile, already finding yourself under his skin. “why would i ruin this perfectly mid game with my superior skills? this tragedy is way more fun.”

“she’s got a point, man. you better not scratch this twice in a row. again.” mo says, finding himself betting on the underdog whilst reminding him of his faults. it made you giggle. 

bunts straightens up in defense, “okay, first of all, those scratches were tactical. second—mo, didn’t you just miss a straight shot last game? sit down.”

willy laughs, “yeah, but at least he didn’t call it ‘tactical.’ you’re just making stuff up now.”

“‘tactical scratches’ is that what we’re calling choking these days?” you chirp again. 

bunts smiles, “keep chirping, babe. the more you talk, the more i’m convinced you’ve never touched a cue in your life.”

“oh, i’ve touched a cue. i just don’t need to overcompensate for my lack of skills like some people.”

auston laughs,“she’s ruthless, man. you sure she’s on your side?”

bunts grabs the chalk, rubbing it dramatically on his cue “oh, she’s on my side. she just likes to act tough in public so she doesn’t seem too obsessed with me.”

you scoff. “obsessed? honey, i’m only here because the good snacks ran out, and watching you lose is free entertainment.” you smirk, sitting back and taking another sip of your drink. 

“okay take the shot already kid.” mo says. 

bunts points at the men in front of him, “you better hope i don’t win this game. i’ll make sure you guys never live it down.”

from the angle in which you sit, you have a deep feeling the ball will bounce too much off of the edge and miss the pocket completely. 

bunts takes the shot. the ball indeed bouncing off the cushion and narrowly missing the pocket. you and the guys erupt into laughter.

“yeah, pool shark eh? more like a goldfish in a kiddie pool.” auston says, grinning with his head steady on the tip of his stick. 

bunts straightens again, “big words from the guy who didn’t wanna play against me when we came to town.”

“i wasn't feeling well dumbass” auston remarks, poking your boyfriend with his stick. 

“sure…” bunts says, smiling. 

willy smirks, “don’t drag us into your weak game, bunts. you’re doing just fine embarrassing yourself without our help.” you grin at his words. 

“you make a great point, willy! you should listen to him michael, he did carry you in the pairs game anyways.”

michael grins, “alright, alright, keep it coming. just remember, i only let you guys talk this much ‘cause i’m nice. otherwise, you’d be crying right now.”

the boys scoff and you couldn’t help but do the same. “crying? maybe from laughing too hard.” you say, moving your empty glass to the side. your boyfriend shoots you another playful glare. 

it was now auston’s shot. he began to line himself in an angle that felt the most comfortable for him as well as guaranteeing enough of a push from the cue-ball to sink. and so he does. the sweet sound of a clink and the swish of the ball falling in the pocket, also known as the sweet sound of victory. 

morgan pats bunts on the back. “don’t worry, bud. not everyone is cut out for this.” the rest of the boys giggle again and bunts smiles as well. its all playful banter at the end of the day. however not everyone gets let off so easy. 

once the girls from the other room call everyone to get ready to watch the ball drop, you get pulled by your waist into michael’s frame. the door closing behind the boys. 

“may i help you?” you inquire with sass whilst raising an eyebrow. 

his hands snake tightly around your waist, pulling you snug against him. the tips of his fingers falling low and laying at the top of your ass. 

“why do you always need to give me a hard time?” 

“why are you so easy to chirp?” 

he gives out a low chuckle, amused by the way you always manage to keep up. 

“you gon let me go?” you ask, however not eager to escape his embrace. 

“not till you apologize”

you hum, “you're asking for a lot from me, big boy.” he grins again, and you can't help but reciprocate it. he grabs you tight and lifts you onto the pool table, spreading your legs with his own. your stomach flutters in anticipation. 

“just because you-” you were cut off by michael’s lips against yours. god, you’ve been waiting for him to shut you up. his lips move naturally with yours, nipping at your lip to allot space for his tongue to slip in. 

the more the two of you engaged in this silent conversation, the more your body felt like it was on fire. your dress suddenly too warm and too tight, heat creeping up your chest and neck as you licked into bunts mouth, tasting the alcohol on his lips. whines began to escape you whenever you would break for air. nails denting his skin, an urge for him to not continue the teasing foreplay. your dress straps have fallen down your arms, dress scrunched up, exposing your thighs. 

with one last kiss, michael fell to his knees. your hands immediately go to his hair, combing your fingers through his strands and tugging the more you feel his breath hover over your core. he looks up at you, his stupidly soft eyes asking for permission. his nose so close to your clit, breathing in your scent, his lips kissing the wet patch on your cotton fabric. “got you wet already huh?”

“god, please” you beg, feet on his shoulders, his fingers rolling down your panty, shoving it in his back pocket to keep it safe and sound. michael’s hands grab the skin on your thighs to hold them far apart, his head slotting in between. 

bunts began agonisingly slow, tongue licking stripes up and down your folds, then licking circles around your needy clit. you were whining, pleading for him to hurry up but you figured you deserve the punishment. “you taste so good baby, all wet for me” you give out a huff. 

“want more?” he asks, “is my baby needy?” the tone is playfully mocking you, which makes you smile internally. however, externally, his nose bumped into your hole so perfectly your face scrunched and your moan was your only answer. 

he took that as his answer, two of his fingers slipping into your entrance and instantly feeling your pussy constrict around him—that was enough of a confirmation. his mouth sucks and nibbles on your cunt, releasing it when a pop before latching himself around it again. his digits moving in and out at such a speed, it was all, so much and yet just what you wanted. 

your heels dug into michael’s shoulders and back, you grabbed a striped ball that was near you on the table, your fingers tight around it. really just looking for anything to ground you, the wash of euphoria beginning to overcome you. he gave you praises but they were lost in the air, your ears only hearing the noise coming out of your arched body. 

you soaked his fingers, before he pulled them out to replace it with his tongue probing your entrance. he licked you clean and made sure to suck on your clit just a bit more gifting him with a whimper and a kick from your foot, the fresh sting of overstimulation evident. 

bunts brings his fingers to your mouth, he taps your chin bringing your attention back to him, making you open your mouth. your tongue swirled around them, making sure you suck them clean. the taste of yourself giving you a buzz. bunts smiles, pulling you closer to the edge, you can feel his bulge against your thigh. you palm it, hand rubbing over the fabric of his pants. he lets out a low moan, grabbing your waist and enveloping his lips with yours. 

“is this what you wanted all along? to fuck you here on this table? in mitchy’s place? everyone outside that door, capable of coming in at any moment?” there’s a dark shine in his eyes that matches the glossy layer of your juices smeared all over his lips and chin, the small droplets evident in his small scruff.

“maybe” you say, your fingers tugging at his pants, looking at him with a pair of doe eyes. 

he grins again, unbuttoning his pants and taking his cock out of its constraint. he wraps your leg around him, your hand reaching to give him a few strokes, pre-cum around his pretty pink tip. he aligns himself to your entrance, and your hand reaches for his forearm while he slips in. “shit” you utter, head lolling back. 

he gave a few long thrusts, indulging in the feeling of your warm wet walls wrapped around him. bunts looked down, seeing the way his cock is covered in your slick every time he slips out of you, you felt him twitch inside you. 

“i nearly ruined them,” he grumbles, sucking a bruise into the soft skin of your neck. your foggy brain remembers how this started. 

he smirks—its bait, hes trying to reel a remark out of you but hes also making it too hard to do so. not with the way his cock is balls deep inside you on a pool table in his teammates house, a room yet still clearly decorated by his wife. you still manage to scoff, so he decides to mock you some more. “what, too fucked to run your mouth anymore? yeah kind of like you better this way, don't you think?” 

you would have continued with your bratty little comments, but, right now, you’re too focused on the feeling of his rough hand pressing circles on your enlarged clit. too focused on the wet of his mouth spreading over your breasts, his teeth running over you ever so gently, forcing you to whine back.

“i’m gonna ruin you though, that's for sure” he says with a smile as you fall back to lay down on the pool table, pushing your hips forwards with a hearty thrust. then another. and then another. 

you shove your hand in your mouth, not necessarily eager to have someone eavesdropping or walking in to discover the two of you. bunts tries to pull your wrist away from your face, “no baby, you were making so much noise earlier, don’t shut up now” 

your entire body rocked against the table as he bucked up into you, “bunts,” you uttered breathlessly as he stretched you out at a rhythm that was both so slow yet so hard at the same time.  

“oh my god, you feel so- so-…” you swung your hand above you to grip on the edge of the table, your head right beside the cue-ball, your fingers accidently pushing a stick and hearing it clink against the hardwood floor, “fuck!” 

“i feel so what, huh?” he teased your blissed-out babble, “so hard? so big? so good?” his thrusts began to grow more selfish, the lewd clapping of hastily exposed skin echoing and seemingly overpowering all the other noises that vibrated throughout the house, “you like how this cock fills you up to the fucking brim, do you?”

you bite down on your lip, mumbly noises escaping you as a response. your body is on fire, the pressure in your lower belly reaching a peak. one of his hands clutches to your hips to keep you still while he fucks the light of you with unbridled passion. you can feel every inch of your body vibrating to the sound the two of you make. your breath comes out forced in short breaths. “i’m gonna— fuck!” you manage out. you’re squeezing him so hard. 

you finally hear loud noise coming from deeper inside the house, thankful the group is preoccupied. its new years, you reminded yourself, your head still a foggy blur. you hear counting, but not until it's muffled by the pounding of your heart. 

bunts shares that last thrust that tips you over the edge. your walls flutter and contract around his cock as you reach the top of your climax. your eyes roll back. michael follows right after, spilling all of himself inside you while you ride that tide that makes your vision blur and ears ring. thats when the two of you hear cheering and laughter radiate throughout the house. your body feels electric. michael relishing in the bliss. 

your hand seeks his, and he wraps it around yours immediately, tightly. your breathing becomes steady and you begin to sit up, bringing your boyfriend closer into your frame, a more than necessary hug. he gives a low giggle into your shoulder, happy to give you a cuddle. almost yearning for your soft side after your earlier scolding. 

“happy new year!” you exclaim, however your voice more quiet and raspy than you anticipated. michael’s other hand moves to your cheek, a smile plastered on the man’s face. 

“happy new year, babe!” he exclaims, equally as soft and intimate. you smile back, your familiar afterglow shining all over you. bunts isn't anything but grateful at this moment. to have you to start the new year, nevertheless the way the two of you entered it. best new years eve hands down, he states to himself. even if he lost both pool games. 

“i hope your first new year’s resolution is to not be such a brat” bunts mentions playfully, quirking his head to the side. 

you chuckle. “but i like the way you tame me” 

michael grins. “there are pros to it. but maybe lay it off around the guys?”

“that's the best part!” you say, smirking. 

“you don't quit, huh?”

“yeah, i love you too” 

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