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Hahaha Taako waited every morning for 12 years for someone to wake him up by talking loudly or jumping on him, but never experiencing it until he met a fucking weird ass tiny dwarf dude who always woke up wayyy too early and made tea that he completely fucked up with an insane amount of sugar but always also made a cup for Taako that was made like he liked it and then they waited for the giant brickshithouse of a human fighter to eventually shamble out of bed.
And it was peaceful but painful, familiar like an old pair of shoes but they were just a bit too loose to be comfortable something was missing but what what what,,,
who?
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#taz#the adventure zone#taako taaco#taako the wizard#taz balance#merle highchurch#magnus burnsides#Headcanon#I just love them#Lucretia would always be one of the first ones to wake up never one to miss anything happening in a day#Lup had all that energy and usually tackled Taako out of bed before going to annoy the captain#Davenport woke up normally but a cup of tea was always waiting for him as Merle learned all the preferences of the crew as soon as he could#He wasn't allowed to use the kitchen for anything else tho#Barry normally slept the longest as he usually fell asleep the latest his research always keeping him up#Magnus would drink coffee with cream and two sugars no more no less Lup liked black coffee to appreciate the beans#(a lie but she got used to just coffee since they couldn't afford sugar and anything else when they were on their own anyway)#Taako liked to observe and enjoy the safety these chuckle fucks brought
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Can you write a Roach Makarov drabble tho???? Bc that like outline of how that would've gone down made me feral and I need more pls
I will offer you more my friend.
Some Warnings: Toxic relationships/stockholm syndrome
Roach leans against Makarov, gratefully taking his offered hand as an aid to help him walk through the house. He tries to ignore the blush that raises over his skin at the contact between the two.
His entire body ached and cried out with pain. He wasn't a fool, he knew that it was well deserved. As odd as it sounded, he actually thought that Makarov had been almost gentle with him during his "punishment." He'd been almost reverent.
Really what hurt the most was his wrist, the place where he'd cut out the tracker in his skin at the request of Makarov. His movements had been sloppy, his hands shaking from exhaustion and just general nerves when he'd cut into the wrist.
He remembered the look on Makarov's face though, the almost adoring grin that the other had shot him. The memory of it made his heart stutter in his chest. It was wrong, his feelings for the other man. There was a sort of fucked up love that had formed there, so intense that it frightened him.
Makarov had been right, though. They understood each other. They understood each other and he was the only person that Roach had left. He was the only person who actually knew him. There had to be something pure in that. Something loving.
Sure, Makarov had hurt him, but it wasn't anything that he didn't deserve. It wasn't anything that he hadn't earned. His punishment for helping with the raid, for lying about Price had been mild. If it was anyone else, no doubt they would be dead. It was similar to all of the other times Makarov had hurt him. He deserved it then. He deserved it now.
He leaned fully against Makarov, letting the other man help guide him down to the kitchen in the private little house that they'd been staying in. Roach wasn't sure if it was a permanent fixture, but it certainly was private. They'd hardly been disturbed their entire time at the home, and he was grateful for it.
He allowed himself to be placed on one of the chairs in the kitchen, his eyes watching Makarov move around the small kitchen, making them a meal. He was so kind like that. So nice. So sweet. He hoped that one day he'd be able to return the favor, to cook for the other man and take care of him just as well as he was taking care of him.
He felt his face flush a bit at the thought and he squirmed in his seat, trying to squash down the butterflies that raced around in his stomach. Makarov glanced at him when he moved, amusement in his eyes as he watched him. It only made Roach flush further.
Makarov set the knife that he'd been using to cut up some vegetables down, brushing his hands against his pants so that he could step closer to Roach and crouch down in front of him. The proximity made him nervous. They hadn't been so close in weeks. Not since before the raid, not since he'd "seduced" the man.
One of Makarov's hands came up to stroke gently across his cheek. Roach winced slightly as his finger pressed over the bruise there, but he relished in the touch. "Are you hurting, Insect?"
Roach shook his head slowly, trying to control his desire to squirm again. The other man was just too overwhelming for him. "Not more than what is to be expected," he answered the man in a low voice, "I'll be okay."
Makarov gave a hum, standing back up from his crouched position so that he could hover over Roach. He tilted his head up, looking at the man above him almost reverently. He was too good to him. Too good. Worrying about him even when he'd deserved the pain. He was too forgiving.
"I will get you something for the pain," Makarov stepped away and immediately Roach missed his warmth, desperately wishing to reach out and tug the man close again. He resisted the urge and instead watched as Makarov began digging through the cabinets, pulling out a small bottle of Tylenol eventually. He shook two of the little pills out into his hand before moving across the kitchen to get him a glass of water.
After another moment, he returned to Roach, offering him the glass and the pills. Roach took both gratefully, placing the pills on the back of his tongue before taking several long sips from the cup. Makarov watched him closely as he did so, his keen gaze making Roach feel more nervous than he expected.
The man didn't move away when Roach set the glass on the table, still half full. Roach stared up at him, feeling dread pool in his chest. Had he done something wrong? He didn't want Makarov to be mad at him. He didn't want the man to think he was ungrateful. He looked back to the water. Maybe he was meant to drink the entire glass?
He bit his lip before nervously reaching back for the water, picking it up to continue sipping at it. There was still no movement. It wasn't the water. Roach set it back on the table, twisting his hands together nervously as he tried to figure out what he'd done wrong. He wanted Makarov to be happy with him. To be pleased. Not upset.
Maybe that's what it was? Maybe Makarov wanted to be pleased with Roach? Maybe he wanted him to show his thanks for everything? He bit his lip as he looked up at the man, noting the way the other's eyes shot to the movement.
He reached up hesitantly, tugging on his shirt to try to get him to lower himself down to his level. He hated to do it. He should be the one standing for Makarov, not the other way around. But his legs were still screaming with the pain of his earlier movement, and he knew it wasn't reasonable.
Makarov tilted his head at him before dropping down into a squat again. Roach moved his hand up to rest on his shoulder, admiring how his hand looked there. "What is it, hmm?" Makarov asked gently, "What do you need?"
Roach wanted to cry. The man was so sweet. So, so, so sweet to him. He didn't deserve him. He didn't deserve his attention. He tightened his hand into the man's shirt, tugging him closer slightly as he nervously muttered, "Thank you."
A small smile tugged at Makarov's lips and, really, the look was far too attractive. Far too attractive for what Roach could reasonably deal with. And really? Why did he have to deal with it? Makarov wanted him. He knew that. And wouldn't that be the best way to show his thanks to the other man?
With that thought in mind, Roach surged forward slightly, ignoring the stinging pain in his side at the movement. He pressed his lips to Makarov's. He could feel the surprise that etched its way into the other man, the way his body went tense against the hands that had pressed into his chest to feel the hardness there.
Roach could have cried at that. Did the other man think that this was a trick? It wasn't a trick. Roach pressed closer to him, pulling him further toward him and letting his tongue run across the other's lips, trying to convince him to join in on the kiss. It seemed to work.
He felt a hand wind its way into his hair, tugging his head back harshly as Makarov's mouth started moving against his own. He felt almost breathless at the intensity of it as his mouth was practically ravaged.
He gave a breathless little whine when Makarov pulled away from him. He tried to chase his lips, managing only another little peck before Makarov was using the hand in his hair to pull him back roughly.
Makarov stared at him in shock, his breathing slightly heavy. "Now," he said after a moment, "Why did you do that, Insect? Hmm? Trying to trick me again?"
"No, no," Roach responded desperately, his hands in Makarov's shirt trying to tug the man closer.
"No?" Makarov tilted a head at him, "Why then? Go on, tell me clearly."
"Wanted to," Roach said simply, nerves shaking his resolve slightly. He felt his face flush again and he looked away from the man, unable to hold his gaze. It was too intense for him to handle.
"You wanted to," Makarov asked, another amused smile tilted the corner of his mouth up into a smirk, "Is that right? You wanted to kiss me, Insect?" The hand in his hair tightened again, turning his head to force him to meet his gaze again.
"Yes," Roach whispered. He was sure that the other man could see the way that his eyes darted down to his lips. "Want to again. Can I?"
Makarov's eyes showed his disbelief as he stared at him. He didn't say anything, only stared at him for several seconds before releasing his grip on his hair. Roach took it as permission and surged forward again, excitedly licking into his mouth.
"Do you," Makarov spoke between kisses, hardly able to get a word in as Roach chased his lips, "understand," he gripped onto Roach's hair again, using it to pull him to a stop, "what you're getting into, insect?"
Roach turned his head enough that he could place a kiss against the skin of the man's wrist. He saw the way that it made the man shake. "Please," he said, sounding quite pathetic, "I want you."
Makarov brought their lips back together.
#thoughts with luke#you asked luke#something in the orange#gary roach sanderson#vladimir makarov#roach cod#cod roach
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End of the year #moshang thot!
SQH has always been MBJ's person. Since day one, even when he wasn't awake or aware enough to realize it, SQH was the oneโข๏ธ
He was the one to lean on, to trust, to search and follow. He was the one that wouldn't leave, no matter what.
He was the one who heard him when all of his words got stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything at all. He was the one that filled the silence that came from the uncertainty and dread he was allowed to show. He was the one that knew him better than anyone.
Better than even his uncle had, once.
He was the one MBJ sought out to soothe him, the calm port in a lifetime of storms.
He was the one that could make him laugh. Or at least smile, by being silly, by being good... Just by being himself.
SQH was a part of him he hadn't known he'd been missing. The missing piece of his armor and... his strength. And MBJ knew, even without knowing; without realizing it or thinking-- just by the beating of his heart alone that, it would be ok, as long as SQH was there.
The world could shun him, turn against him, try to Destroy him... But he would still prevail.
Because SQH was there.
He was his person and his person has promised to follow him to end.
But the thing was that... MBJ wasn't SQH's person.
Like, at all.
SQH loves his king very much. He was this author god's favorite! Ten out of ten. Top character! Perfect creation!
But he wasn't SQH's person.
And one could say that it came from how they met. How that idealized version of MBJ in SQH's mind had clashed so very heavily with his bratty and demanding and violent reality put an end to the prospect...
But it wouldn't be true.
Others could say that it was the nature of their relationship. How, while MBJ could (and should! Definitely should! SQH was there for Dawang!) Lean on SQH, the same couldn't be said the other Way around.
I mean, don't get him wrong. SQH could, for sure, ask *some* things of MBJ, obviously.
He could ask for a sneaky one up, with his king teleporting him to places he needed to snoop.
Or killing. MBJ was so very good at killing.
Hell, MBJ - out of the kindness of his heart - could even be persuaded into getting some very rare materials for him for a mission or an experiment.
His king was awesome for sure!
....
But...
(Not a hug. Not praise--)
No.
That wasn't it, either...
And then there were those who thought that he could have a person already. It happened! You could love someone romantically very much, with all your body and soul but still have your person be someone else.
A brother or sister.
A cousin.
A friend...
Someone might even suggest that Cucumber bro might be Airplane's person.
Though, that someone might be advised not to say it to his face. Because he'd laugh at that until he was blue in the face and *then some.*
Peerless Cucumber! His person! Ha!
The man that would let him die if he wasn't useful! Ha!
The man that just came barging into his house without even a "please come in" and demanded shit from him! Ha!
The man that didn't even say thank you after he bent over backwards for him! Oh god!
The rich little troll that harassed him online....
Ah...!
No.
SQQ wasn't his person.
They were barely friends.
SQQ only kept him around as an errand boy and someone to talk at instead of to, complaining about the world around them and his inconsistent dead plot for PIDW, all the while his op husband stared daggers at him from the kitchen (Airplane wasn't worried, though. LBH might hate him for taking time from his 'precious Shizun' but he won't kill him. If SQH were were to die, then that would mean that he'd actually have to do his job as demon emperor and not be able to play housewife to his lazy husband.
He isn't above being petty about snacks tho)
No.
None of those were the reason because, in truth... MBJ wasn't SQH's person because SQH simply didn't have one.
In two lifetimes... He never did.
He did know, of course, about other people having a personโข๏ธ. He was an average consumer of pop media. He watched soaps with his grandmother. He read romance books. Hell! He even wrote about it in his non-PIDW fiction.
It just--
It never happened to him.
He hadn't been particularly wanted in his first life. Bouncing from one household to the other, his whole life was summed in two suitcase and an old laptop since his parents first divorced.
When each of them remarried, he couldn't rely on them for any sort of scrap of love or help because they simply... Didn't want him - the living memory of bad decisions - around their new lives.
And when he went to live with his grandmother - god rest her -, even if she did spare love... She was old. She couldn't help him in an ever demanding world she barely recognized.
She could give him advice and pet his hair and tell him he was good...
But she was the one that needed help to shop, to clean, to pay bills. And then to take her medication, to bathe, to feed herself... And then to breathe, to pay for hospital bills, to--
He couldn't ever tell her things. Secret things. Insane dreams. Sincere doubts.
She loved him. But, even when grandma tried, she just wouldn't understand him.
And when she died... No one ever tried to again.
He went through his first life just trying to keep his head above Water and trying so desperately to survive. A hand outreached with no one to take it.
Maybe that's why in his second go, he didn't even try.
He knew the world he made. He knew the character he was stuck in. But, most importantly, he knew that the universe wasn't fair.
Because it was *him*, every encounter was transactional. People expected something out of him for them to give a shit. Be a good son and you can go to CQM. Provide your Peak Lord with good cakes and you're head disciple. Be a good spy and keep your life. Keep your head down and you won't die.
That's how he lived his life. In an eternal fan dance. Showing and hiding parts of himself. Desperately trying keep the soft, vulnerable weak parts of his heart hidden behind a subservient smile; tricking people with exaggerating allowed weakness; dazzling and misdirecting with his efficiency until he had enough power, enough control that killing him wouldn't be a plausible action.
After all, who would do all of his work?
So there he was, dancing on the knife's edge, calculating ever single step because he doesn't have a person and so, no one will be there when he falls
(However, what he doesn't take into account is that each of his steps are followed by a very keen - gorgeous, mesmerizing, bewitching - pair of eyes.)
It takes MBJ too long to notice that he isn't SQH's person. Much too long.
Junshang settles himself, elopes and lives in bliss.
MBJ had inherited his father's power and, with SQH, had dealt with his uncle. SQH had fled and MBJ had brought him back. They courted. They married. They were happy.
And then, one day, he realized it, very suddenly.
How it always surprised his husband when MBJ would do him a kindness, when the demon king sought him for affection. Of course, he thought it meant something good, because SQH lit up every time... But...
MBJ just never realized the small confusion, the hesitation-- the flicker of a shadow that flooded those dark brown eyes for the briefeat moment when he did so.
He realized that, though SQH always offered an ear to his problems, a soothing word for his hurts or just a simple hug for when even words were useless...
He never asked for them. He never talked about problems he wasn't halfway into resolving. He laughed away his hurts
He pulled away when he was overwhelmed.
And it wasn't that he didn't love or trust MBJ!
Mobei Jun knew, he *knew*, his husband. He knew when he was sincere and he was not. He knew his devotion. He knew his care.
But he didn't....
SQH didn't... *Rely* on him.
And it hurt.
It actually hurt. And in a way few things did.
A dull hurt. An ache that felt like an accusation, a judgement. Stupid and emotionally, he felt... He felt-- insufficient, for his consort; for his love.
Because... If not him, then who?
Who could be above him in Qinghua's heart?
But there wasn't anyone.
The more he watched, the more he laid attention to those careful, masterful steps... There was no partner.
SQH didn't seek anyone because there was no one--
No.
That wasn't true!
He was there! Mobei Jun was there!
There was an instinct-- Something very, very juvenile; deep inside, that wanted to lash out. Wanted to scream and roar and... hurt too. To demand SQH look at him and *see* him. To hold him tight until they fused together as one and then SQH would have no choice but have him as his person.
However, there was also the voice of experience. The dreadful pain of a lesson well learned about consequences of trying to pin SQH down when he didn't want to be. Of disrespecting his wishes and...
And losing him completely!
It was a fate worse than death!
So MBJ was forced to curb his baser instincts and do things the long (right) way.
He had to go along with the dance.
It wasn't that hard to learn it, seeing as he knew his husband but it was hard to keep a good eye on him.
SQH hid very fast.
Any sharp turn, any jab, any misstep, would cause a momentary, blink and you'd miss it, reaction. A twitch of the brow. A curled fist. A mere shift of one foot to the other
And then, it was gone. Buried under subterfuge and cleverness. An illusion hid behind a smile.
(And how could such beloved lips produce such a hated smile?
MBJ *hated* when his husband forced himself to smile.
It was almost-! A mockery of all that he loved!)
There was the denial.
SQH never *needed* anything, proudly proclaiming his self sufficiency. Of course, that didn't mean he scoffed at MBJ's gifts. No, he cherished all of them.
But, looking a little deeper, he could see the longing for things.
Sweets from passing stalls he never stopped to buy because they were in a hurry. Books he didn't stop to read because he didn't have time. Rich brown eyes following couples down the streets, long lashes dropping at the sight of gentle, open affection...
And then looking back at MBJ and smiling, radiantly.
As if there was never a pang in his heart.
It was a beautiful thing. But also hurtful and painful, specially done to someone that lived him so.
And there were thousands of these little things. These little pricks to the heart. The cuts on the soles of his feet trying to follow his person and learn his ways in their perilous waltz on the knife's edge; trying to build a way to something everlasting.
It felt like lingchi.
But Qinghua was worth it
Eventually, he managed to get the rhythm down. SQH's cues becoming a second nature.
Just like his husband knew how to read volumes out of the blankness of his public face, so did MBJ learn all of SQH'S little ticks. What brow furrow meant just mere annoyance or confusion and What meant that he was exhausted by the situation and needed a moment.
He learned to pay attention to was unsaid in the cacophony of his husband's speech, the hidden needs he kept away for the pressing matters of his king, kingdom, peak or whatever it was.
He learned hidden things, things that SQH didn't even know he liked himself.
Like, he didn't know how much enjoyed to having nails gently scarping against his scalp and his neck, as MBJ just pet him hair as they snuggled in the dark.
He didn't know he liked to Not have to check of someone was paying attention when he was speaking for too long.
He... Oh hell, he even liked to be able to share his nonsensical little stories he liked to work on in his down time with someone that didn't want tear it apart and over analyze it one way or The other.
It was just nice, to have someone read his messes and feel *something* because of it.
He didn't know he liked being able to wake from a nightmare and not immediately get up and leave, as to not disturb his husband.
It was good to know he could wake MBJ up, if he Wasn't up already (such a light sleeper, his king) and...
And...
And asked to be held.
But the best thing, the thing he liked best-- and the thing that too him a while to realize that he had.
Like actually truly had.
Was that he could just... He could just be, with his husband.
He could be silly and lazy and flirty. He could be petty and cranky and weak. He could be scared. He could be... Open, with him
And MBJ still looked at him like he daily hang up the moon and the stars.
And it was hard and painful because surely the universe knew it was him.
The universe knew it was him and wouldn't just give him such a good thing out of nothing
Surely, the other shoe was about to drop.
The day would come when all of this would stop.
Because he was Airplane shooting towards the sky.
And he couldn't have nice things. Ever.
But MBJ didn't stop.
And the shoe never fell.
And the day didn't come.
And SQH wouldn't say it (he didn't want to jinx it) but suddenly, a part of him that had been empty for two lifetimes, a hollow wound that never healed right-- got filled.
A missing piece of him had finally come back and he was whole for the first time in forever. There was someone here, crazy enough, patient enough, smart enough to see him. Truly see him. To challenge him. To inspire him. To love him.
Just as he was.
Someone that wouldn't leave no matter what he did.
Someone that was choosing him, every day, again and again.
And he wasn't going to say it.
He wasn't going to alert the universe of it's mistake or oversight.
He wasn't going to jinx it.
But...
He understood, he now really, really understood why people need and love their person.
(Because he needs and loves MBJ so much)
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Thinking about that infidelity AU where Tim sleeps with Bruce while dating Jason
What if they didn't get caught? Bruce still cums inside of Tim tho, and Tim ends up pregnant bc he and Jason were relying on the pull out method and his parents were never available to get Tim onto birth control, plus neither of them like the feeling of condoms
So Tim gets pregnant and knows the baby is Bruce's, as does Bruce, but they convince everyone that the baby is Jason's while still meeting up in secret to fuck
Tim gets pregnant again not long after his first baby is born, and this time he doesn't know if the baby is Bruce's, Jason's, or Dick's, but he plays up the baby being Jason's, just like always. And just like he does with the next pregnancy, and the next, and the next. Eventually one of the kids will be Jason's, based off of statistical probability alone, but as far as anyone is concerned - especially Jason - they're all Jason's babies, and he's a wonderful father
(so what if Tim starts to get off on the idea of Jason raising babies that aren't even his, Tim such a little slut that he keeps popping out the babies of other people, eventually having one from Clark, then Kon, and then Jon once he's old enough, and eventually he has one from Damian, too, when he comes along. Tim makes sure to only get knocked up by people with similar coloring to Jason, that way there's less of a chance of getting caught. But the idea of getting caught is enticing on it's own, as well...)
!!!!!!!!! tim and jason coming to bruce nervous and tim looking particularly distressed when jason tells bruce that tim is pregnant.
jason is expecting bruce to be disappointed and tim is expecting bruce to also not take it well but they're both surprised when bruce's expression freezes and he slowly asks them to repeat themselves, asking if they're serious. when they nod bruce looks shaken, looks saddened, looks like he's experiencing a crisis of his own and jason tries to apologize, tries to tell bruce that he knows that he's disappointed but jason loves tim and wants to see this through with him. tells bruce that he's already found a place and that he was able to find a job and that they're not asking him for anything because this is jason's mess and he won't let tim or his baby struggle because tim's parents probably won't take this well.
and that's when bruce, both panicking and ecstatic for having impregnated tim, is hit with the realization of consequences. bruce can't, in good concience, allow jason to forsake his dreams of college, of finishing highschool all because bruce couldn't pull out of teen pussy in time. so bruce proposes something else. he assures jason he's not mad, that he'd never kick him out over this. he tells jason bruce will take care of them, but that jason needs to stay with him. he and tim are far too young to go out on their own. that jason would have better oppertunities and chances to support his family if he went to college. so bruce convinces jason. tells jason he and alfred can help them, support them, they can take tim in and make sure the both of them still have futures and can finish their educations.
bruce manages to convince jason by telling him that accepting bruce's help is what will be best for their child and tim. bruce's heart is pumping so fast at the realization that tim is carrying his child, he's nearly certain it's his child because that night...in the kitchen. tim had just been so beautiful, his cunt so hot and tight and inviting that bruce just...hadn't been able to reisist pressing all the way and groaning as he filled tim up with hot release. jason always pulled out, the two of them rarely used condoms because tim didn't like how they felt and jason loved the feeling of bare pussy against his dick. jason was careful and never let a drop drip into tim but mistakes could happen.
it was bruce's baby growing in tim's womb, there's no way it wasn't. bruce and jason resembled each other closely, enough that articles had been written about jason really being his secret bio child bruce "adopted" as a cover. bruce has gotten his teenage son's boyfriend pregnant. bruce is a horrible father and normally this would be the time to come clean, to admit to jason that he might not be obligated, this might not be his screw up. bruce can see the guilty flashes in jason's eyes as he looks at tim.
bruce should come clean. but then he thinks of jason's expression when he realizes what bruce did. he thinks of jason hating him and leaving him just like dick had and bruce....he can't bring himself to do it.
he apologizes to tim when they're alone. gets on his knees and asks for forgiveness for being too big of a coward to admit what he did to jason but he couldn't risk losing jason but all tim says is-
"do you promise? to take care of me, my baby, and jason- do you promise?"
and when bruce immediatly tells him yes tim just breathes a sigh of relief and presses in close to bruce, hugging him and saying he has nothing to apologize for.
bruce certainly did because just a few minutes late bruce had tim on his back with tim's panties tugged down to his knees and bruce's cock stuffed into his hole. bruce grunts through his orgasm as gasps some breathless words about how tim is pregnant anyway so it should be okay if bruce cums inside him, right?
bruce absolutely has not learned his lesson.
the next week tim calls his parents and nervously confesses his pregnancy. by the end of the day tim's room is packed up and jason is helping a tearful tim move into the manor. bruce comforts tim after jason goes to bed and moans about how tim's cunt is already so red and sore because jason had decided to fuck the sadness out of tim as well, like father like son he supposed.
bruce makes a little noise when he fucks tim and loud wet slaps greet him because jason had reached the same conclusion about cumming inside tim.
tim and jason continue attending school but tim asks to be homeschooled once he gets a few more months along.
dick drops in for a surprise visit when tim is six months along and has to waddle to answer the door. tim is the only one home when dick knocks on the door. jason is at school, alfred is running errands, and bruce left the manor to pick up some takeout that tim nervously asked for.
he returns to the sight of dick moaning and furiously fucking tim on the living room couch. dick is whispering soft words about how pretty his baby brother's little girlfriend is while tim whines and squirms on his cock, his hands cradling his belly as dick gropes his tits.
bruce knows for a fact that dick has a pregnancy kink. when he'd lived in the manor bruce had monitored his online use and had learned the kind of porn his eldest son watched and enjoyed.
dick stays for dinner with them. jason is tense at his presence but ultimately loosens up and by the end of the night is even joking back with dick. dick makes plans to visit the next week for dinner, promising to call more given that they'll be welcoming a new family member soon.
both jason and tim look so touched at his words.
dick always speaks softly and sweetly to tim, like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. his words toe the edge of flirtatious even in front of jason who just rolls his eyes because his big brother could flirt all he wanted but jason was the one who got him pregnant.
when the baby is born jason is the first one to hold her aside from tim and he cries tears of joy. jason is late to school nearly every single day because he tries to spend more time with tim and their baby. he still manages to graduate with his expected honors and is expected to play for the gotham university nighthawks as their pitcher.
tim is still a few years off from graduating but has expressed to jason a desire to be a stay at home mother so he can better care for their children. at the use of the plural word jason brings tim into a hug and kisses him deeply in front of the entire dinner table. which shouldn't be scandalous jason argues since he already got timmy pregnant.
a few months later, just before jason starts his first year as a social work major, tim is pregnant once again much to jason's incredible joy.
bruce and dick decide to keep their mouth shut about how they've also been fucking tim. there was, afterall, a 1 in 3 chance that jason was the father. and maybe those weren't great odds made worse by the fact that dick and bruce had more access to tim during the day while he was at school.
they know it's a tradeoff. that while get to fuck and impregnate tim, it's jason who gets the privilege of being called a father and being tim's partner.
wanting to have the children they fathered is just a step too selfish so bruce and dick, then clark, damian, and jon. the years pass and jason graduates, his photo in his cap and gown is accompanied by tim and their children together.
more than a decade later when two of their children discover they can fly everyone is so sure jason will figure it out. instead he just kisses the two on the forehead and tells them that them being metas doesn't chance jason's love for them at all.
a bitter person might calls jason blind or naiive. and maybe he is. but he's blinded by the love for his husband and their children more than anything and tim's love for jason is unquestionable. even if he may find that his arousal for jason loving their children even when he's not the father is something morally dubious.
all their children are jason's even if they may not be biologically his and so tim never stops sleeping and fucking men who look like his husband. jason loves him, adores him and tim adores him in turn even if others may argue that he doesn't.
jason is tim's precious love and treasure who gave tim so many wonderful children and stood beside him as they all grew up. the image jason had of him, the hero who saved him, never once came into question. tim could've been stuck alone and pregnant if not for jason. jason had been willing to throw everything away for tim and care for their children even if it may be hard.
tim had given him an out when he confessed his first pregnancy. the shame and the guilt about potentially ruining jason's future as he told jason that they could say it wasn't his. tim would be fine but he couldn't let jason toss away his life for someone like tim.
but then...jason had looked at him. eyes more serious than tim had ever seen him and told tim that the baby inside him was his. the baby being tim's made it jason's as well and jason was not going to let his timmy and baby struggle not even for a moment.
and tim, if it were somehow possible, fell even more in love with this sweet boy who loved him so much.
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"I Love You Please Don't Go"
(prompt from @hellsdemonictrinity)
Pairing: Peter Parker/Reader
Warning: Angst
Summary: You knew, you've known for awhile, but you let him, cause you love him you really do, and you're crazy enough to let your heart break more than it already is.
"Heyy babyy how was your dayy" Jumping on his bed where he sat holding his phone.
"It was uh, it was good i have tons of homework to do tho so i should start on it early" He replied half assed without even looking up at you.
He was doing it again, pushing you away, giving you excuses. You knew he wasn't seeing her, MJ was not an asshole, she would never see peter while peter was with you. She just wasn't like that. So no she wasn't the problem. Peter was.
Peter liked her, maybe even more? who knows? He started giving her heart eyes 4 months ago. 4 months of him still saying he loves you. 4 months like he hasn't been looking at another woman like how he would look at you. 4 months of him lying to your face when you knew the truth.
No you weren't "assuming" anything. You found out. How? Well Peter has a habit or writing down how he feels on a piece of paper and then quickly throwing it away. As if to confirm he was actually feeling it, and not just thinking about it.
You didn't mean to read it it was private and you respected that. But he left it un crampled on the floor when he was in a hurry, and asked you to help clean his room.
i like MJ, maybe even more.
He didn't even write down how you would feel in all of this. How broken hearted you'd be if you found out. He wasn't even scared.
He didn't care. Not anymore.
"Sooo can we hang out first? I haven't seen you in a while you've been really busy" Fighting to keep a smile you could almost feel the tears starting to spill.
Pushing his shoulders. "C'mon peteee"
"No I'm busy maybe tomorrow?" Still not looking up at you from his phone.
At this point you were crying while still holding a smile on your face. "Aww thats too bad then, uhm I'll leave you to it yeah?" Quickly wiping away your tears with your sleeves you got up and headed for the door.
"I'll see you, love you."
"I love you too Peter."
Closing his door and quickly making a beeline for the exit, you didn't want Aunt May to see you like this. You were stronger than that. Right?
Pressing the button on the elevator and waiting for it to come up, you couldn't help but think what you did wrong, was it you? It had to be. Peter wasn't like that no. He would never fall out of love just like that right? Maybe he got sick of you just waiting around for him and being all clingy. But he told you he loved that.
Not even noticing the elevator doors are already open until you heard your name, looking up you saw Ned.
"Oh hey Ned"
"Hey are you okay Y/n? why are you crying?" Reaching out to place a comforting hand on your shoulder.
You didn't even notice you were crying so lost in your thoughts. You quickly wipe it away with your sleeves and give him the biggest smile you could muster.
"I just remembered this one movie scene. Ya know from Marley and me? ahaha! almost killed me." The tears still keep falling, it's getting harder and harder to lie.
"Y/n-"
"I have to go home Ned. I'll see you in class"
You saw it in his eyes. The guilt. Ned knew. And he was also lying to you.
Making it back home you went straight to your room, not wanting anybody looking at you like you're some kind charity who needs all the pity she could get. No you wont allow it.
Taking deep breaths, you saw a note taped to your vanity.
Hey hunny your dad and i went out to buy some dinner so he has something else to do other than playing with his robot thingys. Be back by 7 Love you, make sure to freshen up.
Smiling to yourself, at least you had your parents knowing they would always have your back.
Stepping out of the shower in fresh sweatpants and tank top you decided to head for the kitchen to make yourself some coffee and sitting on the island was another note.
Check if Morgan is still asleep.
Making your coffee quicker than you intended to you slowly opened her door to check if was still sleeping but instead of that you saw her playing with her ipad. Closing the door again and opening it dramatically this time. "Peanut you awakeee" slipping beside her on the bed and resting on your side. "Guess im gonna have to swallow all these jelly beans by myself."
"Noooooo" She giggled throwing her arms up your neck and resting on top of you. "Wheres it"
"Inside the chiller sweet pots, but im not giving you any until after dinner." Rubbing up her sides and pushing her hair beside her ear. "You know Y/N/N loves you right?"
"Oofcus i doo" Burying her face in your neck. "You mkay? Haven't seen spider in awhile" God how does a 6 year old know these kinds of things.
"Yeah im okay sweet pea, and he's been busy. Now come come lets go in the kitchen Mom and Dad are about to come home with dinner." Picking her up with you she couldn't help the giggles that escaped her tiny mouth. "Y/N/N!! dont drop meee"
Sitting around with your family felt normal, that is until your dad started asking questions.
"So how are you and Peter doing? Haven't seen the kid without a suit on. College that hard?"
Staying still and thinking of a smart reply, you came up with nothing knowing if you lied he would know instantly.
"College is hard daddy."
After dinner you quietly slipped out of your seat and made your way to your room. Staring out in the sky you thought of all the things you could've done that made peter fall out of love with you. You came up with nothing. Or were you that insensitive that you didn't know if you were hurting him? You're slowly falling apart. The confusion, the anger, the shame, the jealousy you felt it all and yet all you did was smile and say over and over that you were okay.
You weren't.
It was valentines day today.
Standing inside his messy room while he was seated on his desk writing something down on a piece of paper and beside it was a gift bag.
Deciding to take a peek and tease him to lighten up the mood and see what he got you, but once you did what you saw only broke your heart even more. He was writing it for MJ. The gift was for MJ.
You couldn't help the sob that escaped your lips. The sound made him turn his head.
"I didn't see you come in.."
"Why Peter?" you didn't even have the strength to raise your voice or be mad you were completely and utterly broken.
"Not now Y/n."
"What do you mean not now. Its time you tell me the truth Peter."
"Fine. I dont want you anymore its its- just its not working out between us okay? I work for your dad. And-"
"How dare you make this about my dad. How dare you say its not working out between us only after 3years. How dare you fall in love with someone else while you come back home to my arms and whisper to me i love you. How dare you Peter." Sobbing softly, He cant even look at you in the eyes. "At least look at me when i tell you all of this."
He had no guilt in his eyes. Not even a little. Even when he stood up from his chair, grabbed his letter and gift and turned for the door.
"Peter.. I love you, please don't go."
Sighs. "I have homework to do, lead yourself out Y/n." Closing the door as he left.
Clutching your chest and your other hand stopping your sobs you fell down on the floor and felt your heart explode into tiny little pieces.
"Im so sorry."
Fin.
Thanks for reading!
-angel ๐
#peter parker#peter parker angst#peter parker au#peter parker x reader#tony stark#pepper potts#peter parker fluff#peter parker oneshot#marvel#avengers#peter parker smut
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So since thats my first post and boi, am I anxious af about it - it's smut. There we go I said it. It's Dewdrop x reader. So uh. Enjoy the filth and sin, ratties ๐๐
'Fuck it!' I thought as I once again turned around in my bed. Anyway, I couldnt fall asleep again.. And no, it wasnt because of the hardness of the mattress or because of my overcoated pillow, I was already used to those... However, I was a "servant" in the church of Papa Emeritus Third, I never expected to be spoiled with comfort but unlike many other Sisters of Sin, I had provided silk blankets and robe, all in a blood-red tone , of course, which perfectly matched with the almost black walls , whose color was more like smoke than charcoal. So i didnt have much reason to complain. "The Church of Ghost" was in the full sense of the word "spiritual home." We had everything, including a living room, a kitchen, two in number actually, if there were more enthusiastic sisters, and a number of bedrooms that were necessarily underground because the temple had three floors. Papa, his wife, the eminent and beloved of all of us, the Elder Sister of Sin, Elizabeth, and his five Nameless Ghouls, of course, occupied the entire third floor.
Anyway I got distracted. I glanced around, looking at my phone (another thing with which the Church was diferent from the others - we had no limitations in anything except in clothing of course), and swiped up. The light from the screen cut into my pupils, making my eyes narrow, but I still managed to read the numbers.. Two thirty. "Shit!" I allowed myself to swear in my mind once again, and I sighed heavily, reconciling myself with the fact that at the prayer at six in the morning , I would again, look like a rag. I hated the prayers and everything that reminded me of the world outside, though I was still a part of it, but at that particular moment, however, I hated my insomnia more than anything else.
I stood up in my bed, and the cool of the summer night instantly touched my naked chest. I pushed the silk blanket to my side and quickly flipped my long dark red robe as I tied it around my waist with the black belt. The moment my feet touched the icy stone floor, creeps rose through my body.. Then I headed to the door.
I love walking around the church at night. It is so quiet, silent, seductively mysterious and mysteriously illuminated by the light of the burning candles ...I loved watching the moonlight dancing on the stone walls as it sinks down the marble floor ... I loved the night and every bit of sound that it made!
I sank in my own thoughts again without realizing I got up to the third floor from which I could clearly hear something else along the night sounds... A voice? More of a moan id call it... Yeah it was a moan! And it was coming from Dew's room.. was I surprised? No. Was I curious? Definitely! So that's what I did - I let my curiosity lead me to the source of the moans. Man, he sounded wonderful... His half-demonic nature made his voice sound even lower than it was and that was in fact hot. I leaned against the wall next to his door and closed my eyes, listening to his unholy prayers. "Fuck... Fuck!" he almost shouted. 'Thats it' I thought as I took a deep breathe in and made my way into his room. Thankfully the door wasn't completely closed.
Dew's eyes were shut. He didn't even hear me getting in. His left hand was gripping the sheets and the other one... The other one was put to great use. I licked my bottom lip as I whispered "Need help with that?" Dew automatically opened his eyes. I could tell he got slightly surprised but not even a tiny bit embarrassed. More like he got even more turned on, putting a playful smile on his lips - "Do you offer some?" "Obviously" I joked coming closer and kneeling in front of the bed he was laying on. He immediately got up and bit his lip "Not even a kiss before that? Someone's horny." "I wasn't the one caught pleasing myself in the middle of the night" I answered to his sarcasm with my own before kissing the tip of his impressive length and slowly putting in my mouth, causing Dew to moan a bit louder. "I see you're glad I came" I teased before bopping my head faster as the ghoul smiled devilishly - "You're yet to come, my dear witch". And with that being said he quickly grabbed me by my hair, forcing me to take him all in as I felt tears forming in my eyes. After that Dew helped me get up and ordered - "Bend over". I looked at him confused raising an eyebrow before undoing my belt - "What about me? Won't you go..." "I said - bend over!" He repeated this time he sounded different - strict, aroused, mad. A sinful combination only Dew was capable of. I immediately did what I was said and waited in anticipation. "You know how much I hate when someone questions my methods" - he whispered as he positioned himself behind me. "Nice belt tho" Dew pointed out as I could feel where this was going so I smirked to myself. "Give me your hands" he ordered and I did it. Soon after I felt the soft fabric of my belt getting tied up around my wrists. I let out a slight gasp when he tied the knot. "Now, quiet or you'll wake the others and I'm not ready to share what I have" Dew whispered in my ear before getting inside of me with force. "Holy fuck!" I almost shouted. I was panting with every thrust, with every groan he let I was feeling my knees going weaker.. "Dew..." - I whispered as I felt his hand gripping my hair and pulling me to him. "What?" He dared to ask, the little shit.. "Faster" I whispered. "That's my game. I play by MY rules, Y/N!" Dew answered as be slammed in me once again before turning me to face him as I started into his eyes full of lust. "What do you want?" He asked as he freed my hands from the belt and putting them above my head, pinning them down with his right palm. "Isn't it obvious?" I asked licking my lips. After that he took out one of the candles on his wall letting the wax leak on my breast as I gasped. "Be a smart girl and answer my questions. What do you want?" Dew asked. I have never seen him like that. Ever! I've only heard about his sexual appetite and desire but never thought it could be this true.. "To come" I whispered as saw his smugly grin before feeling himself inside me. He slammed in me. Again, and again and again letting out prayers and swearings of all kind... "That's it... Now, Y/N!" he groaned lower than usual to my ear as I immediately and gladly did as he said. "Dew!" My voice filled the room as he moved one final time before almost collapsing on me, which caused me to giggle. "Shut up!" The ghoul joked as he frowned a bit. "You're... Wow" "No, I'm Dewdrop, the fire ghoul" he said giggling. "Smarty pants" I smiled putting on my robe. After that I walked to the door and before leaving I turned to him and said "I should visit around more often". "Yeah, I'm glad you came..." Dew answered cocky and added before giving me a wink "... To visit of course."
thank you all for reading and uuuh if you like it lemme know I guess :'))) love ya.
#the nameless ghouls#dewdrop#fanfic#smut#the band ghost#ghost bc#nameless ghouls#rain#aether#reader#one shot
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#storytiiime๐
6ish yrs ago I was drinking all day with my cousin in her kitchen, I already chipped my front tooth a year prior - and was also on a couple of other substances that day.
Anyways, we were cracking up so hard in her kitchen that when she went to cheers me, I didn't know and wasn't ready causing her to cheers my beer into my tooth and it snapped on me. 3/4s of it split and I went into shock, I didn't cry straight away because we went back to laughing. I reckon the acid trips also hadn't allowed me to really understand what just happened.
That is until the next day when I felt it in my mouth, I shot out of my bed into the bathroom and got the fright of my life and then the reality hit. I was also hungover and coming down so when I got back into my bed I covered myself over in my blanket and cried like the sooky I am ๐. I was really into looking a certain way at that time and was out alot at events, taking photos in the streets and being at concerts with DJs, as well as being at gigs with Jnr, Bryce and Faye. I spent that entire Sunday afternoon in bed feeling sorry for myself.
When I finally came out of hiding I had to go to work ๐ฅด and that's the day I started talking and walking around with my hand over my mouth. I remember eagerly getting out of work to find a dentist, luckily there was one across the rd from our building and when the old Greek man running the surgery saw me and heard my story he was sooooo good to me, he didn't charge me for his time or for the extraction at full price. But fuck my ego from back then was in the foetal position rocking backwards and forwards.
When I got home I told Jnr what happened and he was being so calm with me - he was like, Smile! I bet it looks cute on you ๐ and I looked at him and the tears started falling. I just shook my head and he knew not to say anything else.
I never left the house much over the next few weeks and Jnr was getting frustrated cos I didn't even want to go to the local anymore. He tried, he really did try to encourage me out of hiding at home but honestly my ego was hurting.
I remember Moto pushing me to go to a gig with him too as the photographer and I was squirming to get out of it but that guy doesn't ask for much, so I knew I had to get over myself. I went and wore a bandana like a bib lolz pulling it up to cover my mouth that night whenever I had to speak๐ฉ
A month or so down the track I got a plate made, most expensive piece of plastic I have ever owned. All to hold one tooth in place ๐ซฃ I couldn't eat with it in but I could finally be out in public, my hand would still find it's way in front of my mouth tho.
3 yrs ago I was back in NZ with my cousins after a big night out on the Southside, Ethan took us to Wendys so my phaddy self was too happy, I took my plate out of my mouth to eat and placed it in a napkin. when it came time to leave I picked everything up and put it in the bag and threw it in the trash... including my plate๐ฉ
So, today as I learn to smile again without the automated motion of putting my hand up to my mouth and after a half year of multiple dental procedures that would usually take longer. I am here๐, with 2 implants/screws, 11 fillings, 2 crowns, 2 composite veneers, a gum graft and 1 root canal. the part that took the longest was getting the paperwork sorted for all of it.
Even tho the first initial procedure was the worst, it allowed me to gauge the next one and the following one after that. speaking it all into existence over Christmas last year and now it's complete โ
it's not normal to smile with my mouth open yet but I'm getting there.
I look back at most of my selfies and my mouth is shut lolz, now to change that!~!!๐ค๐พ
A new goal moving forward is to find/create more reasons to smileโจ
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Rio & Grace
Rio: Gracie! Can't tie either parental down so you're unlucky enough to be my first port of call Rio: If I come down this week (half term, right? God I feel old not knowing, ick!) how many of yous are gonna be about? Wanna catch all of you if I can Grace: I'm not surprised, Nico thinks mum's charger is the most fun thing EVER and you know dad still kicks it like he's at some 70s disco instead of a restaurant kitchen. So cringe! Grace: Iggy's took off in the van and Pablo's never here even when he is (ugh we get it, you're hanging shush) but everyone else maybe? Grace: Unless Junior's nerding it up idk Rio: Bless them, you'll miss them when you go Rio: Mum and Dad, the cats, only your faves and Nico is a little bitch ๐ Rio: Good enough for me! Sure enough I'll only hold any of yas down for a hot second regardless Rio: What've you been up to? Got any fun plans then? Grace: ๐ No way they're the worst and won't give me the chance Grace: Ask Janis they're always in her grill now she has a bf she can't ever peel herself off of Grace: Gurl you better make time for me! ๐ London's like another planet and I need that goss Grace: Gotta keep uploading that ๐ฐ๐ฃ content Grace: but keeping it lowkey ๐ Rio: They're highkey nerds, tis true, least they give a shit, eh? ๐ Rio: Fucking knew it, sneaky bitch. I asked her at NYE and she said nah but I KNEW Rio: Ugh, gonna give her SO much shit when I come back ๐ Rio: Duh! My goss might not set the teenybop influencer world alight but think you'll be into it Rio: Also, got some lush bunny ears from work you can style up if you like, there's the content Rio: Very Ariana Grace: We're so blessed ๐ Grace: OMFG THANK YOU ๐ she's such a lying bitch Grace: And they are so ๐๐๐ it's HONESTLY disgusting like I can't Grace: YAS ๐!! babes I knew I was missing you Grace: Such a mood Rio: ๐ Rio: Steady on ๐ Fill me on the beef before I'm taking sides Rio: Can't roll like that babe ๐ Rio: Is he a twat? I could barely get a look in, hot property with the whole fam that night not just Jan, like ๐ Rio: Right? My turn to THANK YOU 'cos all the other girls were raging after me lemme tell you, saying it reeked of misogyny and cheesy old school playboy Rio: Not educated in Hef paving the way for ladies being allowed to be sexual, ESP the sistas ๐ฃ๐ฅ Rio: Its iconic, yeah? Like hush Grace: Honey not even! Now he's got her feeling the ๐ we all benefit Grace: Like from ๐ to ๐!! Grace: Here's the thing he's NICE!! ๐ฎ How and who tf !! ๐ In THESE ends Grace: He's pimped my feed with his ๐ท more that once. Lush! Grace: Trust her to find the one decent lad Grace: OMG how shaming! it's literally so on point I feel bad for how off they are. Beyond awkward Grace: ๐ฏ๐ Rio: Can't argue with that Rio: It'll be nice to see her happy Rio: All of yous Rio: Yeah, had noticed your new lad was off the feed Rio: Just not the one or do I need to crack skulls on YOUR behalf? Spill! ๐ Maybe Gus has had his ๐ Rio: Right? Not complaining when they were raking in the tips and looking fly doing it, this is why Vinnie listens to me and not them though so ๐ win win for me Grace: ๐ค Grace: UGH don't go there babe Grace: I'm off men rn ๐ so you can relax Grace: Give Gus and Diego their time to shine ๐ Grace: OMG PLEASE say you can finally get me in sometime soon! ๐ Rio: Good girl ๐ Rio: Me too, more trouble than they're worth, and I'll always check what they're worth, feel me Rio: Love 'em ๐ I'd say they keep me sane but not with the shenanigans they still manage to get themselves into, nah lads Rio: You're old enough that I can vouch for you with him to get you in but Imma need to go out in Dubo with you first Rio: See how you handle your liquor, can't be risking the boss' license if you're gonna get #WGW ๐ Grace: I 100% swear down that D has a ๐ at his school but he's pulling a Jan over it so Grace: Yay! I'm buzzing Grace: Say when and I'll be on it Grace: The vibe looks EPIC in every insta it's ๐ Rio: Surely not! My babies! ๐ญ Rio: I've changed all ya nappies, it ain't right, I tell ya! ๐ต Rio: Whenever you can pencil me in darling ๐ If you come back on the plane with me you'll only have to do the one back alone Rio: Unless you want to bring a mate but you've gotta vouch for them 'cos I don't know them enough to put my name on the line, they ain't my little sister ๐ Grace: ๐๐ I had to go full spa on him cos he was ๐ and not vibing with the sheet masks he'd been stealing from me for WEEKS ๐๐ Grace: He's so ๐ for someone Grace: This is HAPPENING ๐ Mum'll say yes cos it's obvs for my mental health Grace: It's enough for collab our schedules tbh imagine trying to get the squad hooked up Rio: Aww! What a little sweetie! ๐ญ Giving me so much fodder to get 'em all with, yas gurl! ๐ Rio: She defs knows the benefit of letting ya hair down and if she disagrees then she ain't our Muvva ๐ฝ Rio: Same when I was your age, so many parties, so much time stretching ahead...ugh, hark at me Rio: Speaking of though, Pabs has managed to keep outta the drunk tanks since my last visit, yeah? ๐ Chief Grace: I'd say go easy cos the acne is !! but where was mine was I was a ๐ me and payback are bitches that have each other's backs like ๐ Grace: So welcome ๐ remember who treated you right hun ๐ Grace: Oh babe that's proper tragic ๐ Are you okay?! Grace: ๐๐ Grace: I'd lie to spare your feels but I can't even cos he is not forgiven! Fuck him truly Rio: Way harsh babe! Gotta share that knowledge and spot treatment ๐ older sib duties โ you only gotta look out for them 3, feel MY pain when I wanna be a petty bitch please ๐๐ Rio: Clearly not, like...What tf am I like? ๐ Rio: Still in the dog house then...I hope little miss tiny tits is too, seen her being snide on the 'gram Rio: we know she's no ๐ so as long as she's getting her share of the ๐ฉ from you, I ain't judging on the Pabs score ๐ Grace: ๐ LMAO jks obvs I'm living for getting to flex like that Grace: Nobody else lets me near their face, their loss but still BOO Grace: Ugh yes cos he doesn't even see that he did me WRONG she was trying he's just an idiot and its like BOY NO Grace: Never learning them lessons Grace: ๐ซ No worries there she's BEYOND cancelled ๐ซ Grace: I hate that bitch Rio: That's why you gotta get them clients honey, just you wait, people will be BEGGIN' for your time and expertise ๐ Rio: Yeah, he's a fool in general though Rio: Not to say that ain't valid, 'cos 100% babe, but it wasn't personal, like Rio: Try to remember that 'cos he's not that boy, no matter what typa foolishness he's caught up in rn ๐ Rio: ๐ I like what I'm hearing, Gracie! So much growth! Rio: Here for it Grace: I feel you but also it's like idk it was personal to me cos she was my best friend and he knew that Grace: On some level idk Grace: Whatever I'm trying to be over it Grace: There's bigger ๐ Rio: Fair Rio: Idk if he knows he knew...Mouthful Rio: Give him time and a chance, but that's it, sensible big sister said her piece on that, you're free to go on doing what you're doing ๐ Grace: Thanks ๐ Grace: Rio, I can forreal come to london right? Like you're not just shhing me Grace: I'm so done with this place atm Rio: Of course you can Rio: As long as the 'rents sign off on it, you can stay for as long as you like Rio: That's Dubo for ya...gets under your skin Rio: Anything else I can do, tho? Grace: ๐ Grace: Ugh it's just everything Grace: There's barely anything I can do Grace: Ignore me I'm a hormonal ๐พ Rio: Have you had your B12 and folates checked? Billie and Edie were anaemic you should double-check 'cos that will have you feeling rough as Grace: ๐ผ You're adorbs Grace: Enough of my chatter anyway, how are you? Rio: ๐ okurr but we're coming back to this later Rio: 'cos I'm same old same old Rio: Nothing beyond the promised goss of London to report Rio: No boys, remember? Grace: ๐๐ Grace: Oh please you always have a boy Grace: Spill it Rio: ๐จ Swear on my life, babe! Rio: Nothing and no one Grace: We're twinning then ๐ Grace: Do tell Janis ๐ Rio: Coming for ya brand Rio: Shameless ๐ like to think I could pass, not that old or having THAT crisis tho, jfc Grace: ๐ฏ๐ฃ๐ฅ Grace: You're flawless babe don't even stress Grace: when I'm your age I'll have to pray Rio: Aww, you doll, extra brownie points for boosting my ego ๐ Rio: What you chattin'?! We're all babes, lbr Grace: ๐ shhh avรณ be repping herself hard in me and no offence ๐ต it's not goals ๐ lmao Grace: obrigado,... mas nรฃo, obrigado like she rocks it but she's also way old so Grace: the struggle is real ๐ Rio: You're mad gal Rio: don't be wasting your youth hating on what you'll miss Rio: though we all age like fine wine, avรณ paving the way ๐ฃ Rio: Ma was onto something having us so young Grace: Don't let her hear you say that Grace: My ears are still ringing from her calling me out Rio: umm Rio: BISH YOU WHAT Grace: ๐คท No drama just Rio: You weren't on the pill? Or missed a day? Rio: We've all had the scare but I never got as far as needing to tell Mum Rio: You poor thing! ๐จ๐ Grace: Well obvs that was my bad but she only made me die about a thousand times Grace: I survived Rio: Eeep! Rio: At least she didn't march you down the clinic in a shame cone like most would round here Grace: OMG like she made me go but my ootd was my own doing ๐ Rio: Not so much as a high collar in sight ๐ Rio: Explains your hormones though, babe, that shit will FUCK you up for ages Rio: so no worries there Grace: I know exactly what I'm in for Grace: Ugh Rio: Forreals Rio: Who'd be a fucking woman, eh? Grace: Mia. To fuck over the others Grace: kms Rio: ๐ Rio: Fueled by her PMS that one Grace: [Sends her 2 very similar selfies} which one do you vibe the most with? Rio: 1st one, s'more natural Rio: smile ALMOST reaches your eyes Grace: lmao Grace: Thanks babes Rio: if you gonna fake it 'til you make it Rio: gotta keep you the realest, ain't I? ๐ Grace: gotta keep me ๐ Rio: Wanna Rio: Blood ties aside ๐ Grace: ๐ Rio: Best get ready for work Rio: Could use you here to do my look for me, cba tonight ๐ blah Grace: I'd be living for that you know it but you'll be killing it with or without me, honey Grace: You got this gurl Rio: Cheers ๐ธ Rio: I'll get the first round in when I see ya boo ๐ Grace: Yay! So excited ๐
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