#I want to kiss someone but I also don't because I feel sick n gross

[gothic-goon]

I caught COVID and though it's been real mild I still feel disgusting af :(

[cosmiiwrites]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ enemies to lovers

.ೃ࿐ adam x fem!reader .ೃ࿐

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ summary: in which you and adam find out you don't hate each other as much as you think you do cw: NSFW, fem!reader, p in v, oral (f!recieving), creampie, adam (he's his own warning), hair pulling, semi-public sex, cussing a/n: FINALLY DONE !! first smut fic though, so apologies if some things dont make sense :(

you hated adam. you hated his cocky attitude and his fuckboy persona. and most of all, you hated how everyone stayed quiet about it. him being the first man didn't mean jack shit to you. if he was being an egotistical asshole? you won't hesitate to put him in his place. even if that meant starting an argument in front of the promenade, putting your hatred for one another on display.

adam, on the other hand, loved someone who could match his abrasive attitude. and it meant more that you went out of your way to shout insults at him every chance you got. to be honest? it turned him on. but he would rather die then admit that. during meetings, you two would bicker non-stop, shooting daggers at each other from across the table. so yes, everyone and their mothers knew about you and adam's ongoing feud. what did everyone also know? the unspoken sexual tension between you two. the tension so thick it was tangible. the tension everyone knew about except the two idiots who claimed they hated each other. even lute was getting sick of it. "what a bitch, am i right?" "yes, sir." "she's just salty because i'd never go for a cunt like her," "mhm, sir." "maybe i sho-" "you know what i just remembered? sera saying she had something to discuss with me. ill be leaving now, sir." adam shot her a confused look. it wasnt like lute to walk out on a conversation so abruptly. (spoiler alert, she just didnt want to hear adam talk about you for the millionth time today) "well, uh, shit, okay." upon leaving, adam bumped into a familiar face. "well, well, well, if it isn't-" you slid right past him, ignoring any advance he'd tried making towards you. "what the fuck?" adam's face grew warm from embarrassment. did you just ignore him? he planted himself in front of you, hoping to make a statement. his tall figure hovered over yours. "ignoring me, hm? is that any way to treat the first man?" he teased. you sighed and rubbed your forehead in annoyance before answering, "if by 'first man' you mean 'overly-confident egomaniac' then yes." that's what adam liked about you; you didnt kiss his ass 24/7 like all the other angels. you didnt crave his approval. "i seriously don't understand how people can tolerate being around you," you groaned.

"oh fuck off, the ladies love me," he grinned. "especially in be-" you threw your hand to cover his mouth. "ugh, spare me the details, you gross fuck." your statement only widened his shit-eating grin. "why, jealous?" he teased, dragging on the s. "fuck, no! i feel bad for all the women you've slept with, they've probably faked all their orgasms as to not hurt your fragile ego." you retorted. adam's smirk dropped. he couldn’t BELIEVE you thought he was incapable of pleasuring a woman. luckily for you, his anger quickly turned to interest as an idea popped up in adam's head. he leaned into your ear, voice low and husky, "you wanna bet on that?"

taken aback from his sudden offer , you backed up until your back hit the wall of the alley you two were in. “what,” you breathed, “are you on about?”

“if i can make you cum,” adam started, “you have to admit that one; im the dick-fuckin’-master, and two; i AM capable of pleasuring a woman. deal?” adam's said a ton of dumb shit, but this? you let out a boisterous laugh. “are you serious?” but after a few beats of unearthly silence, thats when you knew he was. “well, shit.” you did want a chance at proving him wrong and taking down his ego. to be fair, no one’s made you cum in a long, long time. and you were always up for a challenge.

you grabbed adam by the collar and dragged him down to your level.

“deal.”

———

thats how you found yourself up against a wall, being eaten out by the first man, the first soul in heaven, and your well-known rival.

you didnt want to admit it, but god, this man was good with his tongue. not to mention his hands.

he gripped your thighs tightly, spreading them apart and smirking up at you. your flustered face drove him mad, only fueling his desire for you. its not his fault you looked so fuckin’ cute. maybe he should get you like this more often…

adam shamelessly licked up and down your entrance, earning small involuntary whimpers from you. he dragged his hand down your thigh to rub circles on your clit, making you twitch under his touch. “taste so fuckin’ good,” he growled. wanting more, you tugged at his hair, forcing his tongue to prod at your cunt. “impatient, are we? and to think you hated me.”

it was like he was waiting for this exact moment; for adam ate like a man starved. like he hadn’t eaten in days, and you were the only thing that could nourish him.

suddenly, he dragged his long tongue against your clit, “shit, adam!” he smirked against your cunt. “enjoying y’self, babe?” “f-fuck—haah—you!” was all you can manage, before he sunk his tongue deeper into you, fingers now circling your clit twice as fast. “dont worry, tits, you’ll be doing that in a bit.”

it wasnt long before you had cum all over his tongue and face, panting like a maniac. you had already lost the bet, but you didnt care. nor had any of you two mentioned it. lost in a drunken haze, all you wanted was his cock buried inside of you.

you quickly recovered from your high and grinded against his painfully hard erection. “s-shit, babe, didn’t take you for a desperate whore,” adams words were slurred, his need for you fogging his brain. “s-shut up,” you retorted “looks like you can still talk back,” he grinned. “i’ll fuck that bratty attitude out of you.” “youve yet to do so,” you teased. “you bluffing, dickmaster?” oh, now you’ve got him in a chokehold.

those would be your famous last words, before adam would recklessly pound into you.

adam quickly undid his boxers, revealing his hard cock, precum already spilling from his tip. you thought he was joking when he called himself the ‘dickmaster.’ you silently wondered how that would fit inside of you. “see how fuckin’ worked up you get me, tits?” adam babbled.

he bent you over, your wrists just above your head.

you were about to reply with a snarky comeback when he pushed his cock into you, no warning beforehand.

“i fuckin’ knew it,” he said. “tight as shit. bet no one’s fucked you as good as im about to, huh?” you wanted to respond, to deny his accusations, but the only sounds that left your mouth were desperate moans and whimpers. it was like music to his ears, fueling him to fuck you brainless.

his large size stung, but pain quickly turned to pleasure when he began to move.

he picked up his pace, pounding into you brutally. it was oh, so sinful. but adam would go to hell anyday if that meant he could have your tight little cunt all to himself.

adam took a fistful of your hair, forcing your back to arch. when you didnt protest, adam threw a line of praise at you. “there we go, good fuckin’ girl, just like that…” the position you were in was a bit uncomfortable, but you quickly stopped paying attention to that when adam thrusted into you sharply. “s-so good f’me,” he babbled.

you knew he was almost at his peak when his thrusts grew sloppy. “shit, almost there, fuck!” he groaned. “m-me too, adam, fuck,”

in one deep thrust, he buried himself inside of you, spilling his cum. you felt your stomach grow warm, full of adam’s seed.

adam was still inside of you, even after you both had came. there were no sounds other than your pants and his huffs. thank god this was an empty street.

finally, he pulled out of you. you whined at the loss of contact, earning you a cheeky grin.

“so,” he said, breaking the silence. “how was that for pleasuring a woman, hmmm?” adam smirked. “still hate me?”

“always, just a little less now.”

[elenam]

headconon of y/n and chad michael collins as a couple be like:

(also there's something things that it's in my opinion, but who knows what his personal life or his relationship is when he's not on camera and etc. and i decided to do something different, if you like it, i would be happy.)

warning: fluff, adorableness, wholesome, no nsfw (you dirty mind people), just love and happiness.

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chad is a gentleman and a romantic person: he's that type of man who loves you no matter what. if you're fat, skinny, short, tall, white, black and many different things, he still loves you. he loves you the way you are and it's not something to be ashamed of in my opinion. he doesn't want other girls who are skinny and beautiful, he loves you for you who are and he will be there for you if you want to change yourself.

chad won't post any pictures with you on his social media not because he's embarrassed of being with you or anything that will make you insecure. he really wants to keep his private life away from his fame, he prefers to keep personal life away from social media and his fans since he knows how internet can be cruel and mean to everyone for no reason, sometimes with a reason but most of them want to hurt someone and he doesn't want to see you hurt.

whenever you're sad or not having a good day, chad will do anything to make you smile. chad, is a very lovely, funny, caring person, he would do anything to see your gorgeous smile after he made you feeling happy and telling a few jokes, he would be the type of guy who will take care of you when you're sick, you're having your period as you would do the same thing if he gets sick.

you would probably see chad in the movies or series he was on or guested on. you couldn't help it, your boyfriend who has been an actor for more than maybe 10 or 15 years, something like that, he's a good actor and you are surely proud of him.

i would feel like you would be the princess and chad is the prince charming who is going to protect you from all the bad things, you held your hand and kiss it on the back of your hand, cuddle with you whenever he has a very long day on work or maybe spending time in his office since he does live streams on twitch.

obviously playing call of duty with chad on his office. he plays alex keller on that videogame so it would be a lot of fun and cool to play with your boyfriend, also spending time with him whenever he doesn't have a busy schedule.

chad would respect your choices and decisions. i personally don't see him as a type of a guy who tells you what you should do or not because you're parson who is a human, everyone makes mistakes and besides he doesn't see you as a property to be controlled by him. you're an independent woman or man, you're allowed to do whatever you want or can do.

in my personal opinion, i can see chad having a relationship with someone older or younger (as long as you're legal of age) than him. this is the 21st century, some people are dating or married to someone who don't have their age, it can be younger or older, people online think it's super gross and disgusting but chad and you don't care and ignore it. you are a legal adult and it's not something to be ashamed of being in love with someone older than you, young girls or boys at the age of 18, 19 and even 20 fall in love with men and women who are double their age like in their 30s, 40s and even 50s, sometimes in their 60s.

everytime you see him doing his training because he will do an action movie or keeping him healthy and in fit, you would blush so hard and probably have a nose bleed from seeing his muscular figure, you could stare at him for hours. chad would tease you to make you blush so hard and you're trying to get your mind off the gutter but he thinks you're so cute when you blush.

chad and you would live your lives happier, sometimes arguing about something serious and sometimes stupid. it's normal to have an argument with a partner since in a relationship there's ups and downs, not everything is perfect and the world isn't made in pink.

if you don't want kids, it's ok. chad respects your choice since pregnancy isn't always easy and some people think that abortion is horrible for killing unborn children what about the health of women, there's women around the world who can't have children, who have medical problems and many other things. chad supports you 100%, after all happiness doesn't have to include children or a marriage, as long as he's with you, he feels loved and vice-versa.

chad would get dogs since in my personal opinion he would adopt a cute golden retriever or a german shepard dog, he's not going to turn the dog agressive, just having a pet animal to join the family, if you want a cat or something other than dog, he'll accept it.

throughout your relationship, it's cute, wholesome, adorable and many other positive names ever.

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thanks for watching and reading :) <3

[starlightandfairies]

Sick Days ~Jonathan Byers~

Description: Jonathan takes care of sick reader

Warnings: Swearing, she/her pronouns, fluff, angst, and use of medication, might be crappy because I was sick when writing

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 869

Here's the deal, being sick, sucks! I feel gross, I want to just crawl into a ball and cry. I can't talk without coughing and I look like freaking Ruldoph! I also woke up with a raging headache and couldn't be exposed to light for too long because I would have squinted eyes and couldn't think straight. I sighed in irritation as someone knocked on the door, I shuffled to the door with my blanket wrapped around me and threw open the door, wanting to glare at whoever was there but my glare disappeared once I saw Jonathan. He had a shopping bag in his hand and a small smile on his lips but his stare looked concerned and his puppy dog stare made tears pool in my eyes. 

"I'm sorry, Jonathan." 

"I'm sick and tired and I might as well be on my period," I whined in irritation and jumped as Jonathan pulled me in for a hug. 

"I know, just go sit in bed, I'll bring you some soup and I'll come join you." Jonathan watched as I waddled off to my room, I plopped onto my room and curled into my side, cuddling my knees close to my chest. 

Jonathan came into my room, holding the bowl of soup in his hands, I pushed myself up and held my blankets around me. Jonathan rubbed my back as I started coughing and sneezing. I had been using tissues like they were air and gulping water down like it was life. The quiet boy placed the back of his hand on my forehead and gave me a spoonful of soup. It felt weird with him spoon-feeding me but I didn't really have the effort or care to protest with him. After I was finished with my soup, Jonathan cleaned the dishes and then grabbed me a book from my nightstand. I couldn't think straight, he knew I liked reading and my brain was so because nothing made sense to my brain he read the next few chapters to me. 

"Jonathan?" I whispered, my voice croaky and unable to speak with coughing every few minutes. 

"Yeah, Y/N?" He questioned with a gentle smile, I smiled softly and tiredly. Just wanted to be held by him but knew that I wouldn't want Jonathan to get sick as he had his own family to take care of. With Joyce working and Will still trying to get better from all the sci-fi crap, I didn't want to hog all his time or make him unable to care. 

"Could you please get some throat losengers from the kitchen?" He nodded, squeezing my hand and kissing my forehead before he walked out. I glared at my window, pouting as the light blared in and then gleamed once Jonathan came back in with the packet.

I took it from him, thanking him for the help and then started sucking on the lozenge. Jonathan continued reading my book, I loved listening to him read, he brought all the characters to life with different voices for each one and continued to care for me whenever I went into a coughing fit 

"You're burning up, I'll get more water and you have a quick shower. Okay?" Jonathan informed, I smiled tiredly and nodded. I walked to the bathroom, showered and changed into a new set of clothes. I walked in, flopped down with Jonathan and rested my head on his shoulder. 

"I hate being sick," I mumbled, he chuckled, rubbed my upper arm and then kissed the side of my head. 

"I know, you'll get better soon and then we can do that photography trip that you wanted to do." He reassured me, I smiled softly, closing my eyes and cocooning into his side.

I don't really know what happened besides the fact that I fell asleep, Jonathan must have properly tucked me in and when I sat and woke up Jonathan gently rocked me awake and presented me with a gentle smile and a bowl full of jelly. 

"Thanks," I mumbled. 

"No worries." He sat beside me, handing me the bowl and I just eat the soft treat. It helped soothe the pain in my throat, my head hurt and I couldn't think about what to say to Jonathan. He even helped me with my schoolwork which I tried doing but obviously couldn't because of the brain fog.

A couple of hours later, I had taken a stronger set of cold meds, it made me a little loopy but I guess I kinda already was with the nonsense I made up trying to explain everything that came to mind. I stared at Jonathan for a few moments, giggling quietly and fiddling with his hand.

"You've got nice eyes, they're cool and they're different. I really like them." I giggled, staring into his eyes, he smiled sheepishly and picked me up slightly to readjust me so I was lying in bed. He tucked me in bed, kissed my forehead and made sure I had the teddy bears I had since I was little.

"You get better soon, I'll be here when you wake up, take it easy. Okay?" He whispered, I nodded and curled into the mattress.

[chudleycanonficfest]

Day 24, Post #1 by @be11atrixthestrange

Title: I Love Wine Author/Artist: Be11atrixthestrange Pairing: Ron/Hermione Prompt: In Vino Veritas / Songfic (Difficult by Peppermint Ollie) Rating: T Trigger Warning(s) (if any): N/A

(Please note that one lyric has been changed - "Football" is now "Quaffle")

I Love Wine

You can talk to girls who aren't me. 

It's fine, no, I said it's fine. It's not like you're just mine

I'm not jealous,

wait...

Are you still mad at me?

When Hermione opens the hospital wing doors late one March evening, she pokes her head into the room to look before entering, scanning for anyone she doesn't want to see.

It's become a habit lately, especially knowing she might run into Ron. A true extrovert, Ron is never alone. It used to be Hermione always glued to his hip, but not anymore. Nowadays, it's Lavender, and Ron hasn't spoken to Hermione in months. Usually, her run-ins with Ron are accidental, but not this time. After nearly losing him to a bottle of mead, she'll do anything to get him back in her life.

As she had assumed, the Hospital Wing is empty save for Ron, who's sprawled out on a twin-sized bed. Madam Pomfrey has left for the night, and it's after visiting hours, so Lavender wouldn't be here anyway. In fact, Hermione shouldn't be, either, but school rules seem less important now.

She approaches Ron, noting that the hospital wing beds are too short for his lanky frame, and his pale, freckled feet dangle off the edge. The blankets don't reach that far, and goosebumps are forming on his skin. He must be cold. She almost reaches out to tug the blanket over his feet but stops herself. It's a loving gesture, but in the wrong way. It's definitely something Mrs. Weasley would do, and the last thing she wants to be associated with is his mother. Seeing him with another girl has made at least one thing crystal clear — her feelings for Ron are far from familial.

Hermione's gaze travels from Ron's feet to his head, cocked to the side, halfway on a pillow. His neck is bent, his mouth open, and each exhale brings a faint, raspy snore. His entire positioning looks so awkward. She tries to take comfort in the rise and fall of his chest, proof that he's alive, but even still, she can't seem to shake the fear that she's lost him forever.

What if she has? Just because he's alive doesn't mean he'll want her back in his life, not after the way she's treated him. He clearly doesn't need her; he has Lavender. Hermione's jaw tightens at the thought of her pretty, flirty, popular roommate, Ron's girlfriend. Four months of insisting that she's fine with their relationship, and no, she's not jealous have caught up to her. Her throat tightens, and her eyes sting, threatening to cry. Again.

Ron's breathing remains steady, his eyes locked shut, and it seems unlikely that he'll wake up. It was probably a stupid idea to come; he needs his rest. If she wakes him, he might be even angrier at her.

But fresh on her mind is the memory of his first moment of consciousness after being poisoned. The words that slipped from his mouth…

Er-my-nee.

He was dazed and confused, and hardly aware of what he was saying. But it had to mean something, right?

Hermione takes a seat in the chair next to his bed. She'll wait just a few moments to see if he wakes. It would be worth it to hear him say her name again.

She glances toward her bookbag, a bulging puddle of canvas on the floor. Wedged between her quill set and a stack of textbooks is a fresh bottle of wine, a gift from Dobby, plucked right from the kitchen. The bottle's nose pokes out of the top of her bag. Hermione distinctly remembers her anxious trip to the Hospital Wing as she tried to keep the bottle hidden under her arm, moving slowly and cautiously to prevent the liquid from sloshing around and alerting the authorities to her contraband. She could have lost her Prefects' badge if she had been caught with it. Even though it was offered to her by a Hogwarts employee, she should have denied it. Dobby isn't exactly keen on school rules. Or aware of them, for that matter.

And why would Ron want to drink wine when he was almost killed by a bottle of mead? She hadn't been thinking straight. She should just go back to the common room...

An abrupt snore pulls Hermione from her thoughts. It's followed by silence, and Hermione looks tentatively at Ron's face to see if he's woken up. His eyes are still closed, and his mouth agape, a glistening river of drool runs down his chin. She smiles— years ago, she would have thought it was gross, but now, she wouldn't hesitate to wipe it off with her thumb. Oh, how things change.

She should stop staring. How would he react to know someone was watching him sleep?

Unless he's used to it. The knot in her stomach coils further at the thought of Lavender and Ron. Has she ever watched him sleep? They're always kissing in the corridor, entangled on the common room sofa, tugging each other down the hallway in search of empty classrooms. She probably has.

Hermione reaches for the bottle of wine in her bag, if only for a label to read, something to get her mind off of Lavender sharing Ron's bed, giggling as he snores, wiping away a trail of saliva with her thumb, or even worse, her lips.

"Hermione?"

Ron's raspy voice pulls her back, and her cheeks sting with heat. It's not the drowsy, longing, 'Er-My-Nee' from before. This time his tone conveys confusion. Disapproval. He's probably wondering why she's here instead of Lavender.

She chances a smile at him, and her breath catches in her throat at the sight of his piercing blue eyes.

"Hi, Ron," she says, forcing a cheerful, optimistic tone. "I—I brought us some wine."

Ron's eyes narrow as he studies her. He's still mad at her, isn't he? He's going to tell her to leave and go get Lavender instead. She clutches the bottle tighter when it begins to slip through her sweating palms.

Then, unexpectedly, a grin breaks across Ron's face, and Hermione exhales the breath she didn't know she was holding.

"As long as it's not mead."

Let's stay in tonight. Just you and me and a bottle of wine

We can talk about our feelings; everything will be just fine

"I promise it's not mead!" she says, almost too eagerly.

"Good. Don't think I can ever drink mead again! Hand it here?" Ron reaches for the wine.

He's smiling, looking almost giddy to see her. It doesn't make sense. He's so relaxed, as though they haven't spent the last four months fighting. How?

Ron pops the cork with a nonverbal spell, and Hermione lifts an eyebrow at his wandwork. Has she ever complimented him on his charms ability? She makes a mental note to do so more often — considering that they become friends again, of course.

Ron brings the tip of the bottle to his mouth and takes a long swig. Hermione's cheeks redden at the sight, and she hopes he doesn't notice.

He swallows a mouthful of wine with a heavy gulp and hands the bottle back to Hermione.

"You don't mind sharing?"

"Why not? It's just spit."

She prickles at his response. The Ron she knew, pre-Lavender, wouldn't have had such a nonchalant attitude toward spit. Sharing a bit of saliva must be no big deal to him anymore. Great.

Hoping her blatant jealousy isn't written all over her face, Hermione takes a sip, disappointed by its bland, almost metallic taste. She was hoping she'd be able to taste him.

But the wine warms her right up. Hermione doesn't drink often, never, really, and she knows she'll feel the effects quickly. Maybe too quickly.

"So. We have a lot to talk about," says Ron, as soon as she finishes her sip.

Or maybe, not quickly enough.

She nods and looks down at her hands. He's looking down too — she doesn't have to watch him to know that his eyes aren't on her anymore.

A few moments pass in silence, and Hermione figures she'll have to speak up first. How much does she have to explain? How much should she reveal? It seems like the best possible time to share, to tell him everything she almost said over the last four months. Everything she should have said before. They're alone here, why not clear the air?

She takes a deep breath. "I asked you to Slughorn's party as my date, and you said yes."

Ron's scoff confirms what she feared — her statement came off as an accusation. She hadn't meant it that way.

"I know that now," he says.

"But you didn't before?"

"No," he says, reaching for the bottle. "You're pretty subtle. Until you're not." He flashes his forearms at her, still covered with scars from her canary attack.

Her eyes sting with tears again, and she's suddenly sick to her stomach. "I shouldn't have set those birds on you."

"True. You shouldn't have."

No 'sorry's' or 'I forgive you's', just facts, not feelings. It's how they've always communicated, and it's still infuriating.

With a deep breath, Hermione continues, "I was angry at you for kissing Lavender."

A feeling. Not a fact. Maybe he'll follow suit.

"Why?"

Is he really going to make her say it?

"Because I was jealous, Ron. And jealousy makes people do irrational things."

"Well, don't do it again."

Is he asking her not to set birds on him again? "I won't! If you don't—"

She snaps her mouth shut. She almost told him not to kiss Lavender again. She can't ask that of him.

"Don't what?"

"Nothing," she says hastily, burying her expression with another sip of wine.

She watches as a smug smile spreads across Ron's face. "You were going to ask me not to kiss Lavender again, weren't you?"

Hermione keeps her mouth shut and passes the bottle back to him.

"You know it's not fair to ask that."

"I didn't ask that," she says, her jaw stiff. "I stopped myself."

He raises an eyebrow at her. "So you're still jealous?"

"Ron, stop." He's just gloating now. "Let's not talk about Lavender. I just want to be friends again. I'm not asking for anything more."

"Don't you want to know why I kissed her?"

"No—"

"Because I was also jealous."

His answer hits her like a brick. He was jealous. Does that mean…?

"Why were you jealous?"

That's until we start throwing knives. It's amazing how time flies.

Hermione waits for Ron to answer, watching patiently as his cheeks turn crimson. His eyes flit between her and the bottle.

"I was jealous because Ginny said you snogged Krum."

He averts his gaze when he speaks.

"She did?" asks Hermione. "That was two years ago."

Ron shrugs. "Made me jealous."

"So that's why you kissed Lavender?"

Ron nods.

"Even though I had just asked you out on a date?"

"Hermione, I didn't know you meant it as a date! I assumed it was a pity invite."

"You should have talked to me!" she protests. "I was completely blindsided."

"I should have told you how I felt?"

"Yes!"

"Why? You didn't! You just hinted at it, then fucking attacked me with birds for misreading your nonexistent signals!"

Hermione was about to respond, but his retort snaps her mouth shut. He's right. It doesn't matter who started it, but she's the one who got violent. As she searches for a response, their argument pauses, and the air thickens with tension. She can feel Ron's eyes boring into her again, and she pointedly looks away. Why can't she just swallow her pride and say she's sorry?

It's not that easy.

"Maybe I'm better off with Lavender," he says, barely an audible whisper. "She treats me well."

Hermione's heart sinks into her stomach, and her eyes water again. She looks away, willing herself not to cry in front of Ron. She's pushing him away again, and she knows it. His implication cuts deep — he deserves someone who treats him well, and Hermione doesn't.

She can change that; he just has to trust her. But that's a lot to ask, isn't it?

"You're right. Maybe you are better off with her," she says, dejected.

'Cause you're more difficult than trying to fold a fitted sheet

And I'm more difficult than trying to throw a quaffle (at least for me)

You know without you I'd be lost

To her surprise, he grins again. "So that's what you want? For me to stay with Lavender."

Does he really need her to answer?

He hands her the wine, and she stares at it, wondering if another sip would benefit her. She's already feeling the effects.

Eh, why not? She takes another generous sip, enjoying its warm trail down her throat.

"It's a simple question, Hermione."

"Is that what you want?" she asks.

He narrows his eyes and smirks at her, a dangerous combination. With Ron, there's a fine line between anger and flirting, or at least, she thought there was. Before Lavender.

But, Lavender's not in the hospital wing drinking wine with Ron. Hermione is.

She bites her lip to keep from grinning.

"No. It's not." He blurts his answer as though the words have been trapped, waiting to escape. His ears turn pink at his admission, and he eyes the wine in accusation. With a shrug, he continues. "You know what I want."

She's buzzing from the wine — the muscles in her face soften, and her pent-up anxiety about the approaching topic seems to melt away. It feels like there's a clump of wriggling flobberworms in her stomach.

At least, she'd be more willing to play dumb if it saves her the heartache of being wrong. Why can't he just say it?

"I think we want the same thing," she says, summoning her Gryffindor courage, "but I want to hear you say it."

Ron lets out a groan. "Is every conversation we have going to be this difficult?"

Cause you're more difficult than peeling onions without crying

Or pulling on freshly washed skinny jeans

No, I'm not lying; I'd be lost without you

Despite his groan, his shoulders are relaxed, he's sporting a goofy grin, and his answer is clear and direct, leaving no room for misinterpretation. Thank Merlin, the wine is hitting him too. "I want you."

I want you. The words are like music to her ears.

"Still?" she asks. "Even after the birds?" If the roles were reversed, she'd definitely be holding a grudge.

"I don't understand it, but yeah. Still."

She reaches for the bottle — she'll need another dose of courage before continuing. Especially since his next question is easy to guess.

"So," he starts, suddenly sheepish, "do you want me too?"

Hermione sets the bottle down between them and tries to mimic his serious stare from before, but she can't stop from smiling. "Yes. Still."

Silence overtakes the space between them, and Hermione can almost taste the tension in the air. What next? Her daydreams never got this far.

"Then why are you still sitting there?" he asks, an eyebrow raised.

He inches to the side and motions to the space between them in clarification.

Oh, she understood.

His invitation is so tempting, and she almost gives in and crawls into the bed with him, but something stops her. Lavender. He's still someone else's boyfriend.

"Because you have a girlfriend."

"I'm not so sure I do anymore."

"What? Why?"

"Do you really need to ask why, Hermione?" At her confused expression, he continues, "or should I call you Er-My-Nee."

"Lavender heard about that?"

Ron nods, and Hermione knows she should feel sorry for her but… she doesn't. Not one bit.

"So?" he repeats, glancing down at the space beside him.

Hermione rises to her feet and crawls onto the bed, very aware that she's holding her breath. The bed is so small that she can't put a few inches of space between them, so she settles against his shoulder. He reaches for her hand, and their fingers intertwine.

"Is this okay?" asks Ron, caressing her hand with his fingers.

"Yes."

It's another moment she's imagined for years — holding Ron's hand. Not in a 'let me help you up' kind of way, but in a loving, flirtatious, non-platonic way. She's surprised by how easy it is; how comfortably she fits there.

Hermione rests her head on Ron's shoulder, and the bottle of wine in his other hand catches her eye. If only they had shared that bottle four months ago, things could be so different. She pushed him away, and he pushed right back. She could have lost him, yet somehow, he's still right here.

The hurt is still here too. She can tell by the way his breath is shallow and anxious, and the stiffness of his arm against hers that he won't kiss her tonight. Even holding hands is clunky, awkward, and almost too much, and definitely too soon. Yet somewhere in all its dysfunction, it's perfect.

You're for me and I'm for you, you know it's true

The best dysfunctional team that this world has ever seen

The bottle is nearly empty — they've kept drinking but stopped talking. She only notices the stark silence between them when she can hear her own breathing and grows self-conscious that he can hear it too.

She opens her mouth to speak just to fill the silence but freezes. Her lips are too loose from the alcohol, and she better not say anything. He doesn't need to know what's really on her mind. Three little words could push him away, and she just got him back.

It's definitely too soon for that truth.

"Hermione?"

"Hmm?" she asks.

He lets go of her hand and wraps his free arm around her shoulders, encouraging her to lean more of her weight against him. "I love wine."

Hermione laughs. His tone is playful. Knowing. Her stomach flips when he gently squeezes her shoulder as he says 'wine'. If she were sober, she wouldn't dare read too much into those words. Tomorrow, she'll probably wake up and second guess this whole conversation, but right now?

"I love wine, too."

And I love you

[kaz11283]

Of Course I'm Here

Characters: Come on you know by now how this goes (Loki x you) (Team x you, platonic)

Warnings: None. And really if you ever see anything that I might need to able as a warning please let me know... I'm the person who forgets there are people out there that get offened by the word F*** if that is an exapmle of anything.

Summary: Mid battle and the avengers keep looking for an answer as to why the God of Lies hasnt showed up yet. Of course you have no idea but at least he proves them all wrong.

ANNOUNCEMENT TIME: hey guys Im back, I know it hasnt been long but I also know I havent been posting every single day like I was, i got into a weird little funk where I didnt want to do anything, I was just feeling completly drained, and I felt bad because I have my little and I didnt even want to play with her because I have just been so TIRED, but I'm feeling better. Work has been kicking my ass here lately and ive been working over 50 hours a week so ive literally been coming in, eatting / feeding the little, getting us ready for bed, and crashing as soon as she falls asleep. But im here now. I will probably be more active on weekends than during the week because I have more time to spend working on stuff but I will be posting also during the week just not daily. At least until after state comes. Thank you so much for the reblogs, likes, comments, follows, and messages please keep them coming! If you would like to be tagged please ask or message, and requests are open. Love you guys so much! 💚💚💚💚💚

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"Y/N, BACK UP I NEED BACK UP! EYES IN THE SKY!" Tony yelled from above, you and Clint stood back to back on a roof top shooting as many bad guys as you could. Clint took aim at another carrier, shooting at the engine causing the entire thing to blow up raining debris and hot metal around you.

"Damnit Clint! Farther away make sure they are farther away!" You yelled popping him on the head with an arrow before aiming it at the thing that was chasing Tony.

"Where is lover boy at? You.sent him the location right?" Nat asked into the com.

"Yes I sent him the location, no I dont know where hes at." You mocked.

"Did you send him the right location?" Sam asked.

"One time, one dam-"

"Language!" Steve chimed in causing everyone to groan. Gun shots where ringing all around you and you could here metal on metal paired with Hulk screams coming from another building over.

"Language." You mocked muting your com son that no one but Clint heard you. "I am a 26 year old woman, I think I'm old enough to cuss if I want." You drew back your bow and sent another arrow flying into another goon that had Nat trapped aginst a wall. She shot you a thumbs up before running off. You hit unmute on your com.

"Jesus, 26? Baby, you sure you don't need to be at a babysitter instead of on a building killing things?" He laughed.

"Dont worry Hawk, when we get done here I've already booked you a nice nursing home to be put into." You put your bow around you and stood on the edge of the building. "I need a better view." You looked round, the top of a taller building caught you eye. "There Hawk, we can cover a better radius from up there, get closer to the action."

"DOES ANYONE KNOW WHEN THE GODS ARE GOING TO BE HERE? WE NEED MORE HELP WERE GETTING TIRED AND OUT NUMBERED!" Tony came over the coms screaming.

"How do we get up there? Or do I even wanna know?" Hawk came to examin where you were talking about.

"Im jumping, you cant tell me that someone wont catch me." You shrug.

"GODS WHERE ARE TH- Y/N DONT YOU DARE JUMP!" Tony stopped and hovered right were you was standing.

"Then take us over there. We need higher ground, we cant cover everyone from down here." You crossed your arms.

"Where are the gods at y/n?" He asked again

"I. Dont. Know. Jesus you guys act like I'm suppose to be there keeper!" A simultaneous you are came from everone through the com causing you to roll your eyes. "Hes gonna be here I swear it! Now take me to the building or I jump. 1.....2....-" Tony grabbed you by the collar of your jacket and flew you to the building.

God these things were everywhere and you were starting to run out of arrows. After shooting another ship and causing it to blow you heard what was unmistakably pounding on the roof top door leading to where you currently was at.

"I have some univited guests about to join my party. Anyone available for some assistance?" You yanked out the two emerald green and silver daggars that your boyfriend had given you not long after you had started dating after throwing your bow around you.

"Buy some time kid, I'm on ground level right now but I can try to get up there as fast as possible." Bucky called over the com.

"Buy some time? Ok. I can do this. I work better from afar but a little hand to hand never hurt anyone, just easier to get stabbed this way." The first of the things busted through the door running straight at you. You jerked out of the way missing his staff by just a few inches. Quickly turning you flipped the dagger like Loki had showed you and stabbed him in his side causing him to fall to the ground before the next one tried to impale you.

"I have two daggers and they have freaking staffs! Back up! WHERE THE HELL AR-" you were interupted by static in the air and a bright light. The bitfrost had just opened up leaving to gods standing in front of you and taking out the remainder ofnthe bad guys. "HES HERE! I TOLD YOU GUYS THEY WERE COMING AND THEY'RE HERE." You pulled two extra coms from you pocket and gave them to Thor and Loki.

"Always a pleasure to battle beside you Lady y/n." Thor smiled takkng the com and putting it in his ear before taking off again.

Loki sauntered over to you and put his arm around you waist, you put the com in his ear as he rolled his eyes. He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss.

"You got a new outfit." You smiled at him. God the way he looked in his battle clothe always did something to you, the horned helment was a plus.

"You like it." He smirked down at you pulling you closer.

"Your wearing your horns to." You reached up and brushed a peice if hair behind his ear.

"STOP. STOP NOW. WE CAN HEAR EVERYTHING AND ITS GROSS." Tony yelled causing you both to roll your eyes.

"Quick run down, bad guys everywhere, no end in sight, and I'm out of arrows pretty sure Hawk is too." Loki waved his hand over your quiver making more arrows appear.

"I see you had to use your daggers. I am sorry for not being here. Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked stepping away from you to examin you.

"Small cut on the side, nothing I havent dealt with before, Ill be fine. You go make sure Hawk is fully stocked up and help the others. I got a birds eye view of you right here." I leaned in kissing him one more time before smiling at him and pushing him away. He kissed his two finger before placimg them over his heart and you did the same, "always." You both said before he disappered.

You could hear Thor laughing at the chaos going on and Steve trying to direct the god of thunder on what to do. You had learned earlier to just let him do his own thing and he would be fine. Tony was still trying to micromanage everything when you heard Loki mumble something in an old language and his com cut out. You had figured it wouldnt have stayed on to long though but at least you had tried. It had calmed down up on your end so you decided to finally go back down to where Clint was at shooting an arrow with heavy duty rope you glided back down next to him to watch what was going on.

"Hello, earth to y/n." He snapped his fingers in front of your face. You had been to busy staring at Loki and that damn helmet. "I dont even understand why were friends." He rolled his eyes propping up on the ledge watching as the rest of the team secured the last of the bad guys.

"Because we both shoot arrows, because we are both the best in the team, or because we both know we are the best looking one on the team so we have to stick together." You laughed jumping up so you could sit on the ledge.

"The birds can come out of their nest now." Bucky called over the coms causing you both to sigh.

When you and Clint had reached the bottom you walked over to Thor theowing your arms around the big goof ball.

"You are amazing during battle as always." He beemed patting you on the shoulder.

"As always? Thor youve only fought with her twice." Steve said beside you.

"I had a week off. Went to Asguard, spent time with the boys. Someone had to keep them in line." You shrugged like it was no big deal.

"She was amazing!" Thor went on telling the story of the fight you had all gotten into.

"Mothers been asking about you by the way dear. Wants to know if you've decided to come stay for a while." Loki leaned down and whispered in your ear.

"I think I'm leaning toward a yes. I can't stand being away from you, you had been gone forever this time." You reached for his hand as you both walked to the quinjet.

"I was making arrangements to have our room redone. I figured you would come with me." He gave you a knowing smirk as he reached up to take off his helmet.

"Leave the horns on. I have a suprise for you when we get home." You pulled his hand away from his head and smacked his butt.

"You are a little minx." He laughed chasing you into the jet while the rest of the team groaned and rolled their eyes.

"Even if you wasnt moving i would be kicking your ass out! I am so sick of the PDA between you two." Tony hollared after you.

"Leave them alone Tony, they are courting. Im just glad my brother is happy and not trying to stab me." Thor clapped Tony on the back.

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Knocked Up

Pablo and reader grow in their relationship and possibly their family.

Listen to this Kings of Leon song while you readdd

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex, some slightly graphic language, mentions of unprotected sex, pregnancy

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The last few weeks you spent in Canada with Pablo and his two boys had been amazing. At first you were apprehensive about going on a trip with just him and his kids because you hadn't spent much time with them. Plus, you didn't want to be the stereotypical younger girlfriend that tags along and makes family trips awkward.

"The boys think you're cool. It'll be fun for all of us to spend time together. Trust me, babydoll," Pablo had told you while you were laying in bed the night before you left California.

Thankfully he was right. You got a chance to be with Pablo without all the distractions that were in LA and a chance to really get to know his kids. When you had first started dating Pablo, neither of you were sure if it was gonna be a lasting relationship or just a brief fling, so you agreed that you wouldn't meet his children until you got serious. Without expecting it, you fell quickly and deeply in love within 10 months of being together.

You were on an early morning hike with Pablo on a beautiful trail in the hills when you both decided to take a break and sit on the grass, looking out at a gorgeous wooded area. He had taken his shirt off and beads of sweat glistened off his back, chest and arms. You found his love of nature and being active so sexy— you laid your head on his damp shoulder and let out a contented sigh. "I'm so glad we came here," you said. "I feel like this is the life I wanna live."

"Me too," he said. "It's weird...I never thought someone could just fit in our family, but you do, y/n."

The sun was getting hotter as it got later in the morning, so the two of you decided to head back to the cabin you were staying in because the kids would be awake soon. You made a beeline for the shower because, well, you were in dire need of one after that hike. Peeling off your leggings and tank top and then feeling the cool water against your skin was an unmatched feeling. After a few minutes you heard a light knock on the bathroom door and Pablo asking "Ok if I come in?"

"Yeah, babe," you shouted so he could hear you. You figured that maybe he had to pee or wanted to brush his teeth or something. Instead, he opened the shower curtain and soon he was in the shower right behind you, planting a kiss on your bare shoulder. He grabbed the bottle of body wash that was nearby and said "Can I get under the water baby?" You switched spots with him so he could rinse himself off too.

"Rose hip oil? What the hell does that do?" He was reading the bottle of body wash in confusion.

"I don't know, but it smells good, right?" You replied.

He stepped closer to you so that his chest was touching yours and said "You smell good" with a very sly smile. "Ah so that's why you came in here," you said with a laugh. "You sneaky bastard." Pablo grabbed you and started kissing you as if he were in need of air and you were the only supply of it. His hand traveled down to your ass, then wandered between your legs. His dick was hard against your thigh and he whispered lustfully on your ear "You're so beautiful, honey. Let me show you how beautiful you are." Between heavy kisses you managed to say "Oh, baby I want to but I can't right now." You and Pablo both had very high sex drives and there was rarely a time when the two of you didn't feel like having sex...except for when you were ovulating. That was a time when the two of you were very careful and refrained from being together during that window of time because you weren't on birth control and you hadn't had a conversation about having children together yet. Hell, you were just now becoming comfortable with the two children that he had.

A look of understanding spread across his face, and he grabbed your face in his hands then kissed your forehead then your lips. "Alright sweetheart. How about I make you breakfast instead? What do you want, we got just about everything in the kitchen..."

"Surprise me," you said with a smile. He jumped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, leaving you to relax some more and exfoliate.

Fresh out of the shower and dressed in a pair of shorts and a comfy sweatshirt, you went into the kitchen to see what Pablo was cooking. "Blueberry or pecan?" He asked. Waffles. "Hmm...both!" The boys were at the other end of the house in the living room playing video games, but even though they weren't close by he lowered his voice when he said "So about earlier...would it be so bad?" Pablo did this sometimes, speaking as if you already knew what he was talking about without actually explaining first and you'd have to reel him in. "Babe, did you have the first part of this conversation without me?"

He put some freshly made waffles on a plate and started making more. "Remember in the shower earlier? When you said you couldn't..." he raised his eyebrows at the risk of the kids somehow hearing his say the word 'sex'. "Would it be so bad if we did... had a baby?"

You almost choked on the coffee you had been sipping. Of course you loved him and you wanted kids, you always had, but you had no idea he had even thought about having more. After taking a second to gather you thoughts, you said "You want another baby?"

"I mean, yeah. I never really put a time or intention on it because I haven't been in a serious relationship in a while, but it's something that's always been in the back of my mind. I don't wanna freak you out if it's too soon for you to think about...but I can see that for us. What if we had alittle girl that looks just like you?"

Hearing him talk like that made you emotional for some reason. It was the thing everyone who wants a family wants to hear their partner say. You got up and hugged him from behind as he continued to cook and kissed his shoulder.

"So you're open to it?" He asked sheepishly.

"Mhm," you said, smiling. He turned around and planted a sweet kiss on your lips.

"Boys, breakfast is ready. Come & get it!"

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To put it simply, you felt like shit. You had notoriously bad periods and you could definitely feel it coming on. It was a about a week late but along with being generally awful, your periods were also unpredictable. The strange part was that you didn't have cramps, but we're extremely nauseous and overall weak. You and Pablo were still in Canada and it'd been about two weeks since you had agreed that a baby was in the cards for y'all. He joked that the two of you should start "trying" but you'd been feeling so terrible lately that you barely had the energy to do the day to day activities you guys usually did with the kids, like hiking, riding dirt bikes and watching movies, let alone have the kind of energetic sex you and Pablo usually have.

Pablo and the kids were about to head to the store to stock up on some more food and supplies for the cabin. He came into the room you shared where you'd been laying down and watching 13 Going on 30 on TV to distract you from how gross you felt. He crouched down next to the bed and rubbed your head.

"Is there anything you want me to grab for you at the store? I hate seein you like this, honey."

Somehow in that moment, it all clicked. You felt dumb for not realizing what the cause of your sickness probably was. Without even really thinking it through, you blurted out, "I think I need a pregnancy test...kind of...I think!"

"You think you could be pregnant?" He asked with innocent excitement growing in his voice.

"I mean, I wouldn't quite rule it out."

About an hour later the three of them had returned and after making the boys a quick snack to hold them over before dinner, he brought a plastic bag into your room and sat on the bed. "Alright, my lovely," he said, pulling out a ginger ale, some sour gummy worms for your nausea and...the pregnancy test. Two of them, as a matter of fact. "I have an idea, but let me know if you're not up for it: you take both the tests, leave them in the bathroom, then me and you go for a walk outside and when we come back we can look at it together."

"Let's do it," you said, pulling on some shoes and a hoodie to protect you from the brisk night air.

The sky was a gorgeous orange, yellow and faded purple, the perfect backdrop for a sunset. You and Pablo walked hand in hand through the nearby wooded area, taking about the possibility of you carrying your first child together and how thrilled his boys would be. As you walked and talked, time got away from you and nearly an hour had passed when you decided it would be best to head back. You sent Pablo to the bathroom to go get the tests and bring them to out to the front porch where you'd both decided to sit to look out at the stars.

"You ready?" He asked, reaching out for your hand. You grabbed it and rubbed his hand with your thumb. You turned over one test and he turned over the other at the same time.

Pregnant and pregnant.

Your eyes welled up with tears immediately and you covered your mouth with your hands. He reached over and grabbed you into a bear hug, kissing the top of your head and peppering your face with kisses.

"Baby, how do you feel?" You asked him, your voice muffled by the jacket he was wearing.

"Let's do it, sweetheart."

He grabbed you and lifted you up, carrying you into the house bridal style. The love in both of your eyes was enough to last a lifetime. You couldn't wait to grow your family with him and give the boys a little sibling

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Santa, Tell Me

Sakusa Kiyoomi

First one of the Christmas oneshots ✨

THIS IS WRITTEN WITH A GENDER NEUTRAL READER!

Based off of the song “Santa Tell Me” by Ariana Grande

Angst(?) to fluff!

Authors note: Hopefully this is the first of multiple oneshots, the plan is to hopefully get out 3-5 before Christmas, but it will really depend on school and “Just a Friend to You”. Other than that, enjoy! 🖤

Warnings: None!

“I don’t understand why you don’t want to commit, Sakusa.”

“Y/N I do want to be with you, I’m just not ready-“ Sakusa sighs, running his hands through his hair as he looked at you once again. Your arms were crossed, still following him with your eyes in his apartment.

“Sakusa, I have so many feelings for you, it’s unbelievable. I want to hold your hand, kiss you, wake up next to you, but I also want to be able to introduce you to my family as my boyfriend, NOT that we’re dating so that I have to explain the situation just so that my father can say that I’m wasting my time.”

You had Sakusa had been in the “talking/exclusive” stage for about 5 months, with liking each other for about 9. Now, you understood Sakusa wanting to take his time. His past relationship wasn’t the best, and especially with his habits, he warned you immediately when you asked him out, giving you a chance to back out.

But, you never did. And you never thought of backing out, despite how much is hurt to say that the boy you possibly love could possibly not love you back.

“If I’m not ready, I’m not ready, Y/N. When I’m ready, I’ll be ready, but please just be patient with me.” Sakusa said, walking up to you to grab your hand, but you retract your hand before he can even touch you, clasping your hands together.

“I’ve been patient for a while, Saku. Just, figure it out before the holidays. If not, then I don’t really know.” You say, and turned to make your way out the door, without him stopping you.

Santa tell me, if you’re really there

Don’t make me fall in love again

if he won’t be here next year

Turning the corner, you walk 3 more blocks, your apartment building slowly coming into view. Despite your, “thing”, being a germaphobe himself, you and your own roommate as well, living in New York City was a dream of yours. Now, you weren’t as extreme as Sakusa, it more was just avoiding getting sick. However, seeing someone sneeze near you? Take out the hand sanitizer please and thank you.

Santa tell me if he really cares

Cuz I can’t give it all away

if he won’t be here next year

Unlocking the door, you stepped into your apartment, coming in to see your roommate, Lex, on the couch with her laptop.

Did I just add this because I didn’t feel like putting in an OC? Yes.

“Woah.” Lex says, and you face her.

“What?”

“Tell me why you got that look on your face like someone just made you drop your $4 bagel in the middle of a crosswalk.”

“Ugh,” you groan, throwing your head back as you throw down your bag, plopping face first into the couch next to her as she types away.

“Sakusa again.” You mumble, turning your head to the side so that it’s actually audible. Lex sighs, putting her glasses on top of her head, closing her laptop.

“I think- ya know what I think, I think, you just gotta go on a walk. Get that Christmas tourist in you ya know. Just go to the Macy’s-“

“Too many people-“

“AS I WAS SAYING, go do the basic tourist stuff around the city. I know you hate it, I do too, but even if it’s gross, it makes you happy. I’ll give you money to go ice skating later if you want.” You sit up, staring her in the eyes.

“You’d do that for me?” Lex nods at you, giving you a small smile as tears start to form in your eyes.”

“EY- WHY ARE YOU CRYING-“

“YOURE NEVER THIS NICE-“

“OH SHUT UP!” Lex tosses a pillow at you, hitting you in your chest. You run and change, grabbing your bag and waving at her as you head out the door.

Walking into the large Macy’s, you stroll around the store, seeing things that you like or you’d want to get for someone as a gift.

A shiny glimmer catches your eye, coming up on a sleek black and silver watch.

Sakusa would like that, you think, about to turn to the employee to ask for the price, however you stop yourself, looking back at it.

Don't make me fall in love again

if he won't be here next year

You walk past the watch, going up the escalator as you stare back down at the section, thinking of Sakusa once more.

I've been down this road before

Fell in love on Christmas night

But on New Year's Day I woke up

You shake your head, turning forward to make your way towards the kitchen section to hopefully find something for your mother.

and he wasn't by my side

You don’t end up finding anything, instead grabbing a jacket for your mother, and purchasing it. After shopping around for another hour, you decide to leave. Walking the streets, you pass by the large nut crackers, taking a picture of them to send to Lex as you know her sister loves them.

Stopping at Baked By Melissa, you pick up a pack of small cupcakes, looking behind you as you wait for the cashier to pack them. You see small flurries of white start to fall, smiling softly at the sight of snow.

“Apparently we’re supposed to get a storm soon, maybe it’ll be a white Christmas.” The cashier says as you turn back to him, nodding slightly as you take the bag out of his hand, giving him a wave as you open the door to leave.

You check your phone, deciding to actually go ice skating with the money Lex gave you. After putting your belongings in a locker and buying your skates, you make your way towards the ice, skating along the icy floor.

While you busy yourself, staring at the families around, Lex opens the door to reveal Sakusa at the door, letting himself in.

“Alright come in I guess-“

“Where’s Y/N?”

“Wow not even a hello the tREATMENT I GET”

Lex shakes her head, faking disappointment as Sakusa sighs, flicking ear forehead, her hand immediately shooting up to mask the pain.

“RUDE I SWEAR!”

Sakusa smiles at Lex, taking her dramatics light heartedly as she shakes her head.

“I sent Y/N to clear their head. You really got up there today, Saku.”

“I know, that’s why I’m wondering where they are.” Lex sighs, slightly shaking her head.

“An apology isn’t just gonna fix this again Sak-“

“No Lex, I want them to be mine. I don’t care anymore I just want to tell Y/N I’m in love with them.”

Lex’s eyes immediately soften, a small “aww” falling from her lips. She then throws her head back, slightly groaning in frustration.

“Can’t you do it tomorrow? It’s freezing outside and I don’t wanna change-“

“No it has to be now, Y/N has to know I love them.”

“But Sakusaaaaa,” Lex whines, slightly stomping her feet, “I was gonna shower-“

“LEX!”

“UGH FINE!”

After a while, Lex grabs her coat and the two head down the stairs and onto the streets of the city, flooded with people trying to get home and avoid the cold. Calling for a taxi to head to Rockefeller rink. The two sit in the taxi as the traffic told on, finally getting there after 30 minutes. Getting out of the taxi, the two speed walk their way into the center. Trying to spot the passing people coming off the rink, neither can spot you.

A glimpse of light blue passes Sakusa’s eyes, seeing your familiar bag as you walk away.

“Y/N!” He tells, trying to go towards you, but you couldn’t hear him over the load chatter of passing New Yorkers. Leaving Lex to follow him, he starts randomly saying excuse me as he pushes his way through the walking people.

You walk up the stairs, hearing the screaming people around you, seeing the classic clutter around the tree. You stare at it from a distance, then decide to walk towards it.

“Y/N!”

At this point Sakusa couldn’t care who he was touching. Lex had tripped over her shoe, leading her to sprint back to Sakusa as he finally got a clearing, seeing you walking towards the tree.

“Y/N!”

You hear a yell of your name, you lifting your head and quickly looking around.

“Y/N”

Your eyes finally fall towards the voice, facing Sakusa with a heaving Lex behind him.

“God damnit asthma-“

He walks closer to you, coming within a few feet of you.

“I love you.”

Santa tell me

If he really cares

Time feels as if it stops, you hearing those 3 little words that you’ve wanted to here for the longing months. Your body moves to its own accord, beginning to sprint towards him.

Cuz I can’t give it all away

You grab him by his collar, pulling Sakusa down to lock lips with him, your eyelashes fluttering closed as he holds you tight by your waist. You hear a faint cheering, but your ears block it out, only focusing on your love right in front of you, continuing to kiss him until you’re breathless.

If he won’t be here

Next year

~ Lex 🎲

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Your writing is amazing so I think you can do nsfw well, and it is good to practice. Anyway, i was wondering if you could do 2D x reader where 2D and the reader are best friends. But 2D has a crush on them and doesn't think they like him back untill he found them masterbating to him and it ends in them sleeping together. I know thats kinda perverted, sorry, if it makes you uncomfortable you don't have to write it. Also sorry this was kinda long

2D x Reader (NSFW)

“I would like the reader to be a girl. And would it be ok if 2D was the bottom because the reader is very dominant?“ “I'm really sorry but i kinda forgot something! If your already pretty much done with the story then you don't have to do this, but can 2D at some point be done with the reader teasing and become all dominant all of a sudden. And he turns into basically an animal? You don't have to do it if it would mess something you already wrote up, just if you can. Sorry” (just to maybe clear some stuff up?)

Phase: During the “Do ya thing” video period so phase 3.5? Or just 3?

Reader: Female

Warning: poorly written NSFW ahead, tis unedited, I have no clue on how to but “read more” thing here but if you’re under age or just don’t like it then don’t read it! Also I had no clue what I was doing but I tried so I hope you enjoy!

Being Stuart’s best friend had its perks, one being that you were hired to help set up the equipment for their performances. Yep, that’s right, you were one of the roadies for the band. It wasn’t the best job but as long as you were making money and a place to live, you weren’t complaining.

Back when the first Kong Studio was around you were living by yourself and relatively close by so any time Stu got sick of Murdoc’s abuse, he’d just escape to your house and hang out with you. However, when they were on Plastic Beach, the only time you two saw each other was during tours, and even then you two barely talked.

The thought of you, your smile, laugh, gorgeous eyes, soft hair, kind heart, sweet personality, that’s what kept him going through the shit he dealt with on the damned island, locked in the room under the water and being washed by the large whale that terrorized him with its presence.

You were panicked by the lack of 2D, the band too, but mostly 2D. So when you got mail sent to your house with a return address you were unfamiliar with, you were confused. You only got more confused when you found a key inside with a note. Reading the note, you realized that......

No, it couldn’t be, could it? Was it really from Stuart? You had no idea you could feel more than two emotions at once. There was confusion, obviously, rage, joy and uncertainty. You felt rage because where the hell had he been and why hadn’t he tried contacting you before, joy because the key was to a townhouse the whole band was staying at and he wanted you to come live with them, saying something about “having so much to catch up on”, then finally uncertainty because what if this wasn’t actually 2D and it was just someone trying to prank you? And if it wasn’t your long time crush- I mean best friend, The Who was it and how did they know your address?

Shaking your head free of all but your happy thoughts, you decided you’d go find out. So you pocketed the key, wrote the return address on your hand and went to find out if the info in the note was for real.

After arriving at the address and getting out of the car, you walked to the front door, contemplating if you should test out the key and let yourself in or knock like a normal person. Shrugging your shoulders, you mumbled “fuck it” under your breath and pulled the key out of your pocket, jammed it into the lock and-

Holy shit, the key worked. Now all you need to do is see if the band lived there and not some old gross weirdo..... aside from Murdoc, of course. Slowly walking in, you gripped your keys incase you needed to stab a mofo. Unfamiliar with the building’s layout, you tried to be sneaky, and it was working up until a certain blue haired string bean came down the stairs.

You were both startled by the others presence, but after a second of staring at the man, a smile spread across your face. Stuart smiled as well, just standing there looking at you. Dropping your keys, you sprint towards the frontman of Gorillaz and practically tackle him to the stairs in a hug.

That was a month and a half ago, you had sold most of your belongings, like your furniture and the house itself, only leaving yourself with you clothes, car and other personal belongings. Your room was across the hall from Stu’s. What you didn’t know but could guess at by the way he looked at you recently and in the past was that your long time crush returned your feelings. He had no clue you liked him back, so one night when everyone was in the privacy of their own room, you thought everyone was asleep and decided to take advantage of the moment.

Your mind wandered a bit, trying to think of a scenario you could get off to. You felt your body heat up at the thought of 2D laying underneath you, his thin figure tied in a simple yet pleasing to look at shibari style. Lightly biting your bottom lip, you felt your folds getting wet and you had yet to even touch yourself.

You imagined the cute yet sexy moans and whimpers you could get out of his as you slowly, softly caressed his body, from his shoulders to his legs you sit between while leaving gentle kisses along his hardening length. Huffing quietly, you groped your breasts from under your night shirt, rubbing your thumb over a nipple, feeling it harden in excitement before lightly pinching it and pulling slightly then released.

You played with your chest a little longer as you thought about taking Stuart’s fully erect member in your mouth. Your mind jumped around a bit, bringing you to where he’s whimpering about being so close to finishing, only for you to take him out of your warm, wet mouth just before he could finish and cause him to whine in protest.

Crawling up his body, you kissed him hungrily, grinding your soaking entrance and sensitive clit against his spit coated dick. You weren’t sure when, but at some point, one of your hands slipped into your panties which lead to a quiet moan escaping your lips. It wasn’t loud enough to be heard through the door, let alone two, thankfully.

Back in your mind, your kisses moved from 2D’s lips, down his jaw, and to his neck and collarbones while the kisses evolved to gentle bites, sucks and licks. Stu begged you to “just ride me already, please!” Giving a giggled moan in response, you reached down, lined him up with you entrance and slowly lowered yourself onto his length.

In time with your imagination, you slowly entered two fingers into yourself, letting a moan out that was a little louder than the last. You continued to finger yourself in time with the mental imagery, rolling your hips against your hand as you were too focused on pleasure. Failing to pay attention to your surroundings or your volume, you didn’t realize you were repeatedly moaning the mans name loud enough for him to hear through both closed doors.

Not realizing what was happening, 2D got up from his bed in nothing but his underwear and made his way out of his room and to yours. He opened your door without knocking, rubbing the side of his face with his eyes closed as he entered. “(Y/N), what were you calling m-“ Stuart stopped mid-sentence when he opened his eyes to find you frozen in shock on your bed, one hand still under your shirt and your other hand still between your thighs, now three fingers in knuckles deep.

His mouth hung open and his eyes a bit wide. The woman he had been in love with for so many years was on her bed, fingering herself to the thought of him. If that didn’t make his cock come to life, he had no clue what would. Was he sure he wasn’t dreaming? No, he couldn’t be dreaming, he had yet to even fall asleep!

Glancing down at 2D’s hardening length after somewhat recovering from the shock, you slowly slid your fingers out of your wet opening and wiped them off onto your shirt. You moved to sit on your knees, still in bed before beckoning the bluenette closer. “Come here, Stu.” You spoke in a seductive tone, and he listened to your instruction, making his way over, only for you to pull him down onto the bed and gently kiss him.

Just like everything else that happened since he entered your room, 2D was shocked but went along with it, kissing you back after a second or two. He placed his hands on your waist, slowly running them up your back just to retrace their path down to your waist and down the sides of your thighs. The motion continued to cycle as you moved over him, cradling the sides of his face.

The sweet and gentle kisses didn’t last long, seeing as it turned into a heated makeout session. Stu moaned as you started to grind against him, causing you to sit up and smirk down at him. You grabbed the blue haired mans hands from your hips and pinned them beside his head, then kiss, licked and nipped at his neck and collarbones, making soft moans and whines leave his throat.

You continued to grind against him until you felt his member twitch slightly, to which you stopped before he could finish. Panting softly from the friction against your clit, you looked down at 2D and you’re heart melted when you two made eye contact. A light blush formed on your cheeks and you let go of Stuart’s wrists. You slowly ran your hands down his arms, over his shoulders and to his chest. As your hands continued their journey down Stu’s body to his underwear, your lips followed, leaving light kisses behind.

Slowly, so very slowly, you pulled 2D’s underwear down his legs, but stopped when they reached his calves and kissed over his thighs before stroking his shaft, leaving him to get rid of his only article of clothing. The blue haired man kicked them off as you trailed your tongue along a vein, from base to tip. He moaned as you put the tip in your mouth, thrusting slightly from the warmth.

You looked up at him the entire time, watching his reactions to see if you were at least doing okay. Seeing that all his responses were positive, you grew more confident and took more into your mouth, causing you to gag slightly when the tip hit the back of your throat, but you quickly recovered and continued to give your crush head.

When he got close to finishing, you pulled away, grinning up at him only to hear a sound of frustration leave his mouth while he looked back at you upset. You tried to hold in your laugh as you took your shirt off and tossed it to the floor, your panties soon following suit, and you weren’t quite sure, but you had a feeling that Stuart’s eyes were following your movements.

It became more obvious that your feeling was right as you moved up his body to trap his spaghetti noodle of a body under yours, watching as he tilted his head to keep his eyes on your chest. You pecked his lips before you leaned to your bedside table and reached into the drawer, pulling out a condom packet you weren’t too sure would fit him, but heres to hoping.

“Put this on...” You spoke softly while handing it to him. 2D was still looking at you when you got back over him properly, but when you held it out, his eyes snapped from you, to the condom, then back to you before taking it, tearing it open and quickly making work at covering his member with it.

You smiled as you caressed his chest. “You ready?” The question left your mouth with a hint of nervousness but you ignored it and laughed softly when your friend eagerly nodded his head. You positioned yourself above his length, feeling the head pushing against your entrance when you felt your heart skip a beat at the words that left the Englishman’s mouth.

“You’re so very beautiful, (Y/N).” You blushed from the sincerity laced in his words. He lifted his hips slightly, finally entering you and got the sweetest moan in response. He moaned as well, closing his eyes as you took him till you hips met his. You felt so much better than he could have ever imagined, and it caused him to place his hands on your waist to keep you there, just like that, for a little longer.

You had been looking at him the entire time, a small smile forming on your face before you slowly started moving. You’re pace stayed the same for a while, much to Stuart’s disliking, seeing as he was begging you to go even just a bit faster. You leaned down to lightly nip at his earlobe as you stayed constant with tithe speed, that was the tipping point.

He had two close calls tonight, walked in on you touching yourself, and had been attracted to you ever since he knew you. He was not about to have you going at a pace that was slower than molasses so he took matters into his own hands and flipped you both. You let out a surprised noise at the sudden movement, but was quickly turned to a pleasure filled moan as Stu began to thrust deep and hard into you.

You’re heart rate quickened and you wrapped your legs around his waist, his real name slipping past your lips and causing him to smile and kiss you. Even in a moment like this, he still found you to be absolutely cute. “Do I feel good, love?” He asked through pants and moans, only to get pleased whines of “yes,” and “don’t stop” in response. He was nice this time and didn’t stop, only because he too was nearing his end.

You gripped his back and pulled him close, kissing him deeply as you finished around him, the frontman not far behind on the pleasure train. As you both tried to catch your breath, he pulled out and flopped beside you on the bed, disposing of the condom, then cuddled into your tired form with his head under your chin.

“Do you need anything, like something to drink or a bath?” He asked quietly as he eventually caught his breath. You shook your head as you wrapped your arms around him. “Right now, the only thing I need is some Stu cuddles and sleep, in the morning I’ll get a shower. Do you need anything?” “Cuddles and sleep sounds nice.” He mumbled as he closed his eyes, sleep washing over him first.

You smiled and kissed the top of his head before stroking his hair until you fell asleep too. “I love you blueberry....”

[sunflowerspecter]

no one like her 🌙 n.r.

i guess we’re doing this :)

summary: you become quick friends with natasha when you move to the compound, but when it becomes more than just friendship, will you tell her? (maybe she’ll tell you first)

pairing: natasha romanov x reader

warnings: one curse word, some very very brief mentions of homophobia, gross fluff that made me sick writing, also maybe bad writing but i double checked the grammar and spelling 15 times so at least thats good (hopefully) 

words: 1508

note: this is my entry for @mcuspidey’s 2-week writing challenge!! the prompt/trope for this was best-friends-to-lovers so yay! (this started out as peter parker but then someone was like emma it’s pride month and i was like, oh, got it ;D) hope you enjoy this! 

To say the least, you definitely are not cut out to be a superhero. For some reason, however, your sister, Pepper Potts, thinks you are. Sure, you have that strange telepathy thing that no one can really explain, but other than that, you aren’t special. You’re just a vet in the city, at a clinic close to Avengers Tower. You used to be good at keeping your powers hidden, because humans are hard to read, for you. Eventually, you began only being able to read animals. One day, your boss discovered your ability.

And he fired you for it.

You lost your home, your car, everything because of him. Because he ruined your reputation, so you couldn’t get a job. You were able to call your sister for help, and perhaps that’s when the idea struck her.

“Come live at the compound with all of the Avengers! You'll get along so well with all of them-Tony can set it up! You’ll be safe, too,” she had said. Pepper was always just worried for your safety. She was always worried for the absolute worst, especially after almost losing both Tony and Natasha to the super villain, Thanos.

Thank god that ended well.

“Pepper, I won’t fit in. I’m not a superhero.”

“So? You don’t have to be, you’re our family!”

~~~oOo~~~

You replay the conversation in your head as you step out of the taxi and look up at the Compound. You see Captain America- no, Steve Rogers- waiting by the door for you. Grabbing your bags, you pay the driver and make your way towards the man.

“You must be Y/n,” he says, extending his hand. “I’m Steve Rogers.”

You take his hand shyly. “Yep. Er, hi.”

He smiles and leads you instead. “So, Stark told me you’re telepathic.”

You shrug. “Yeah. Doesn’t work on humans. For now.”

Steve pats your shoulder. “You’ll fit in very nicely, Y/n.”

~~~oOo~~~

After giving you a very thorough tour of the facility, Steve brings you into the lounge, where some of the team are watching Wall-E. They’re sprawled on top of each other, and your eyes scan over a metal arm, a green and red man, and a man with an incredibly long beard.

“Wanda, Vision, Sam, Bucky, Clint, and Thor,” he says, pointing at each person as he says their name.

Wanda stands, running over to you. “Oh, thank god, another woman. Nat and I have been so outnumbered with Carol off-planet, Hope at her dad’s, and Pepper with Tony and Morgan! Oh, those are the lady’s that spend the most time here, anyway.”

“Wait,” you mutter, “Pepper isn’t here?”

Wanda’s eyes go wide, and she glances at Steve for confirmation.

“She and Tony will be here tomorrow,” Steve says, then looks among the group. “Wanda, show Y/n to her room, please?”

“Of course,” she says quickly, pulling you towards an elevator. She presses a button and gives you a small smile.

“So,” you say quietly.

“Oh! You haven’t met Nat, have you?” she says, her eyes wide again. “You guys will get along great. Let’s drop your stuff off and go meet her. That okay with you?” she asks, putting a hand on your shoulder. You nod, doing your best to be friendly, despite your nerves. You had heard about Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow. Deadly assassin. Rumor has it she could take on four men twice her size at once, and escape unscathed. Rumor has it she walked off a bullet wound like it was just a cat scratch. Rumor has it, she sacrificed herself for all of humanity. Rumor has it, she was one of the toughest people you would ever meet.

Basically, the opposite of you, the pet-loving doctor.

Side notes.

~~~oOo~~~

“Nat, this is Y/n, Pepper’s sister!” Wanda calls, running to catch up to her friend. Natasha turns, smiling when she sees you.

“Hi, Y/n. Nice to meet you,” she says. You look up at her, and, for some reason- that can’t be anything good- your heart skips a beat.

“Uh, hi, yeah, nice to, nice to meet you,” you say, wringing your hands together.

“Ooh! Can we have a girls-only movie night now?” Wanda asks, clasping her hands and pouting her lip.

Grinning, Nat says, “Okay, okay. I guess we have enough girls. If that’s alright with you, Y/n? You are brand new, after all,” she says, giving a look to Wanda.

You nod enthusiastically. Pepper would want you to make friends. Definitely.

“Great! Friday night!” Wanda says, running off, a skip in her step and a smile on her face.

“See you then,” Nat says, a sly grin on her face as she walks away.

~~~oOo~~~

...Two hundred and thirty days later…

“I still wish I could change, somehow,” you admit, Nat rubbing your shoulders. After almost eight months with her, you two had grown to be almost inseparable. She accepts your broken, and you accept hers. There’s no need to be anything other than yourselves around each other.

Except (there’s always an except), there is one thing. One thing you can’t tell her.

You’re in love with her.

You spend day after day, night after night, morning after morning with her. Somewhere along the line, you fell in love. Oh well.

“Change?” she says. “How?” She sits next to you on the kitchen counter, ready for another 3am talk.

“Like, I wish I was never given powers. I wish I wasn’t abandoned and thrown into that orphanage. I wish my boss hadn’t caught me talking to that dog. I wish I didn’t have-” you stop, not wanting to admit the last thing. Your ex-best friend used to make fun of you for it, you don't want your new one to do the same.

“What?” she says, cupping your chin with one hand, wiping your tears with the other.

“I wish I didn’t have feelings toward…” Deep breath. She won’t judge. “Girls, Nat.”

She smiles. “Hey, it’s okay, Y/n. Don’t be ashamed. You shouldn’t have to be.” She pulls you into a hug.

“Thank you,” you mutter, sobbing.

“Don’t thank me,” she says.

~~~oOo~~~

...Thirty days later…

“Not helpful, Steve! Not at all!” Nat yells, running her hands through her red hair.

“I know, I’m sorry. Just, look, whoever it is, just tell her how you feel, okay? No harm in telling her,” he says, patting her shoulder.

Nat sits by him, nodding. “But, what if-”

“You never get this nervous,” he says, and Nat shoots him a look.

“There’s no one like her,” she says quietly, and Steve laughs, wrapping an arm around her-a new thing they do, now. Pain brings people together.

~~~oOo~~~

...The next Friday…

You look into your mirror, hating everything you see (even though you look lovely). Nat had asked you to dress up and meet her in the garden. Which confused you greatly, but, hey, whatever.

Finishing your makeup, you stand and breathe for a minute.

“It’s fine, Y/n,” you say to yourself. “This is what you get for falling for a straight girl.” Little do you know…

~~~oOo~~~

“Nat?” you ask, walking into the garden lit by fairy lights. Soft music is playing, and you can see all of the stars in the sky- one of the benefits of the compound is minimum light pollution.

“So, I’m not really much of a romantic, but Steve said this was, and I quote, ‘sure to woo a girl,’” Nat says, using finger quotes for maximum impact. You turn to see her, and you freeze. She’s wearing a red dress, fit in all of the right places, and she looks incredible.

“Nat,” you breathe out, looking at her eyes… those eyes. She looks more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen her.

“I guess it’s time I tell you… I just haven't known how, Y/n.”

“Tell me what?” you say, hoping it’s what you think.

Looking at the ground, she half-shrugs-half-laughs. “I-I’m just. Er, would you like to dance?” She holds her hand out and steps closer. You take it, grinning widely. She wraps one arm behind your waist, her other hand holding one of yours, your other hand on her shoulder.

It’s everything you ever wanted, and more.

“I love you, Y/n,” she whispers in your ear after a while. Without thinking, you press your lips onto hers, shocked that you could be so bold. Her hands move to your cheeks, and suddenly you’re both tangled together, touching, needing, everything you’ve both been holding back.

“I love you, too, Natasha,” you say against her lips. She smiles.

“Dammit, Y/n, we should have done this sooner,” she laughs, kissing you again.

“If I had powers that worked on humans, maybe we would’ve,” you say, and you look into Nat’s eyes, seeing all of the happiness in them (something that would have shocked you the first time you met the Black Widow).

“Let’s go upstairs,” she says, pulling you inside and toward the elevator, kissing you the second the doors shut.

[livelovelaug-h]

Irreplaceable you pt 1

Sam x reader

Summary- inspired by the movie irreplaceable you. Sickness/cancer and a lot of emotions. Definitely grab a box of tissues.

You: "What if we stayed in bed all day?"

" That sounds like the best day ever. We should stay here all week."

You: "What if we got bored?"

"Us, bored? When have we ever been bored?"

" What if we got hungry? What would we do for food?

Sam: "Well, we could order takeout and have it delivered right there."

"you know dean would come in and make us get up."

Sam laughs "Stop. Stop worrying."

~~~~~~~

Full disclosure:

I didn't have to worry about any of that, because this is where my story ends. So does yours, by the way. So does everyone's.

It's okay. Really.

Most of it I don't miss at all.

One with nature.

Really.

Calm. Peaceful.

But then, there's Sam.

Sam was... is the love of my life.

Sams walking to your grave. You narratoring: " Hi, Sam."

Sam by your grave: "Hi, y/n."

But let's start at the beginning.

~~~~~

Even with being a hunter, you were so excited. You were late for your period, it had been a couple weeks late. Now it felt like you were bloated like maybe a baby bump showing.

"Sam?"

"Hey what's up ?" He answers as you walk into the library.

"I kind of have some good news." Siting down next to him.

"oh yeah what's that ?"

You smile big "well... we need to make a doctors appointment. Because... I think I'm pregnant. I haven't had my period for about two months."

His turn to smile real big "really????" You nod.

"This so great, I'm gonna be a dad.!" He hugs you and kissed your forehead then nose and then lips. "And I'm gonna be a mom."

You set up your doctors appointment for about a week later. You were getting some stomach pains. You got up to throw away your wrapper when:. "ah ouchhh".

'Why does this hurt so much.' you thought.

You were waiting for the doctor to come back and confirm your good news !

There's a big picture of a baby inside of a belly showing the insides and sam says

"that picture makes it look gross and painful."

"that's not helpful!" The doctor comes in:

"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting."

"Um, y/n, I have some difficult news. The blood test shows that you are not pregnant.

Oh. Sam grabs ahold of your hands and squeezes them.

" Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Oh, okay." It felt like someone just ripped your heart out but you couldn't believe it. Sam started rubbing your arms and hands.

"I guess that's okay. I- I mean, the whole thing was kind of a surprise... Yeah. We probably weren't even ready."

" Right-"

"It-it-it's just.. its weird 'cause, um, I know it's super early but I really feel something there." You say.

"The sonogram shows that you have a mass in your pelvis roughly the size of a tangerine. It can mimic pregnancy."

"A mass?"

"What kind of a mass?" Sam asks. He looked pretty discouraged to.

[Dr. Michaelson] "I don't want you guys to panic, because it couldbe nothing."

There's this moment

when everything changes.

You look back, and there was the moment before.

See that person?

Flashback to a few minutes -

"It's not helpful!"

She's thinking about whether she's hoping for a boy or a girl, and tiny fingers and toes, and then...

[Dr. Michaelson] "I'm so sorry to keep you waiting."

[you] and now Suddenly...

End of flashback

~~~~~~~~

You and Sam were laying down in bed:

"At least we won't have to pay for college." You say.

"Unless it's a really smart tumor... Too soon?" He says.

You sigh "It's too soon."

"A tangerine is better than an orange." You say.

"Or a grapefruit."

"Right. Or, um... What's bigger than a grapefruit?"

both of you say "A watermelon."

Cas can't heal you because he's human so there is really no other option.

.... At the doctors again .....

Did I say that was the moment?

[Dr. Kessler] "It's two tangerines and a grapefruit."

Correction, this is the moment.

"That's a lot of fruit."

[Dr. Kessler] "Uh, the tests have shown that it is cancer. And I know how hard this must be to hear. It's incredibly rare in someone your age. It's just... It's just terrible luck. Now we can talk aboutoptions whenever you're ready."

"Is there one that doesn't involve dying?" You ask.

[Dr. Kessler] "Uh, I-I've already consulted with a colleague, and after the initialsurgery, there's a clinical trial I'd like to enroll you in"

"You didn't answer my question."

Did he answer my question?

[Dr. Kessler] "We don't like to make predictions. But in addition to your treatment, I want to talk to you about your quality of life. Uh, we can help with pain management and some palliative care. And also some people have found great solace from supportgroups. I know this is a terribleshock, but let's take it one day at a time."

You knew you would go out one day probably hunting, but not like this. Not cancer.

"hello yes I would like to cancel my subscription to you guys."

"oh why is that?"

"I just have cancer now so I figured I wouldn't really be exercising."

"oh that's terrible. Are you sure you want to cancel?"

"yes . ... I am."

~~~~~ later that night ~~~~~~

Sam: "how you feeling?"

"I'm scared."

"It's-It's gonna be okay."

"What if I die?"

"We're gonna fight this, I'll always be there for you"

~~~~

Your laying on the floor because They say after surgery there's gonna be some minor discomfort.

It's Stage IV cancer.

Nothing is minor.

Nothing is comfortable.

Your doctor talking :

"So, let's, um, let's take another look at the proposed model for auto-associative memory and its constituent neural network."

'Or not. Let's not and say we did. Class dismissed.' you think.

you're walking to the other clinic and the guy greets me. "Hey."

"Hi."

"How's it going? I'm Dominic."

"y/n, Nice to meet you."

"I'm gonna be running your treatment suite."

"Treatment suite? "

"Oh, yeah, don't get excited. It doesn't even have four walls. Uh, go ahead and grab a seat right there. For the next time, you're probably gonna want to bring your own pillow in from home. You're also gonna need your cell phone with headphones and grab a magazine. Some of these guys tend to hoard 'em. You're gonna end up reading an old ripped up copy of Duck Enthusiast.

"Oh. It's okay, I don't read Duck Enthusiast. "

"Yeah, well, you will. All right, feet up. " he says.

"Uh, yes, you will feel like shit after this, but it's different for everybody. And no, your hair isn't gonna fall out right away. And besides, it looks like you have plenty of it, so you're doing good. Uh, and if you need snacks, you got to bring them from home."

Great. Just great.

You walk into one of the support groups.

"Hey."

"Come on in. We're just getting started. " the girl says. "Go grab yourself a hook and yarn."

One of the people in the group start saying "have you heard of Catholic yoga? It's a full Latin Mass with vinyasa yoga positions, and I come out... "

"You serious? " someone asks. "yeah!"

"How is Estelle holding up?"

"She's good. There's a new hawk in Central Park. Every morning we go out there and watch the little guy. I hope she keeps up the bird-watching after I'm gone. With whatever new guy she's banging.

[laughs]

"Welcome to group." they all say. "It's the way we roll."

" We have fun. "

"Cool." you say. The end of session finishes up and you start walking away when the guy who was talking about the bird calls to you.:

"The whole point is to mingle. "

"Not feeling up to it. " you say.

"Neither does anybody. That's why we do it. Myron. Multiple myeloma. You've never heard of it? Stay a while. " he says.

"I'm not really a mingler. "

"Not a crocheter either, apparently. "

"Didn't have time for pointless hobbies then, really don't have time for them now, and I'm especially uninterested in discovering that crocheting is a metaphor for healing or whatever."

"What you're feeling is totally normal." Myron says.

"You know, I wish people would stop telling me that totally insane things are normal."

"Have you looked around? "

"But you just accept that? You just accept everything that's going on? You make jokes about your wife having a new boyfriend?"

"I don't accept it, but in the event that I do kick the bucket, I hope she does find a boyfriend. Somebody nice. Less well-endowed to be sure, but nice. "

"Well, I just think I am in a different situation. Sam and I met when we were kids, and then started dating 10 years ago."

"How old is he? "

" Thirty-five."

"Yeah, he's gonna go through a major slut phase."

You laugh.

"I also have Tourette's."

You- "Good to know."

"Yeah. You come back."

"Nice to meet you, Myron."

"Nice to meet you, y/n."

"And thanks for the advice. "

" All right"

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Are you gonna go through a slut phase?" You ask Sam.

"What? No. Why would you say that?"

"You're not even thinking about it?"

"That's the absolute furthest thing from my mind right now. It's further than like meeting someone on Tinder." You chuckle.

"Okay, but Tinder can't be that far from your mind because you just said it, which means you had to be thinking about it, which means you're thinking about this too."

"Yeah. I'm busted." Sam says.

"I'm serious. Look at you. The puppy-dog eyes.

"What?"

" This is a disaster. "

Sam: "What are you talking about?"

"You don't know. Because you have no experience. Women are gonna eat you alive."

" I can take care of myself."

"I know But what if you can't? Who's going to get you to go to bed and stop researching? Who's going to make you real food?"

"you don't make me real food."

"Yeah, but I would, hypothetically. "

"Well, our hypothetical food has been in the freezer for like a year." You got up and started near the kitchen.

"What are you doing?"

"Figuring out how to cook a real meal."

"Now?"

"No time like the present."

"How do I cook a chicken?" You say into the phone.

[Siri] Let me think about that.

Okay, I found this on the web for "How do I cook a chicken?"

"It's gonna be amazing."

~~~~~~~~~~

Just 'cause you're dying

doesn't mean your life stops.

Sam has been through so much so maybe if you found him a new girl, he wouldn't think about your passing.

In group support-

"And so, uh, when my numbers came back this time, I just, honestly, I just thought I can't keep fighting."

[Kate] "Jim, you don't have to go there. 'Cause it's all about attitude. "

"Well, let's let Jim have his process."

[Kate] "Oh, absolutely. Yeah. I just think that his process should be more positive. Everyone is entitled to... to be sad."

"Thank you."

"You know what I'm loving these days is meditation. And I... I know it sounds trite, but I just have been feeling so blessed every time I sit there in silence. Maybe you could try that now?

You laugh.

"Or we could laugh."

"That's okay too. "

" Sorry. I'm sorry. Just... Some of these women are so cheesy. "I want to dip you in whipped cream and put my cherry on top." What does that even mean, anatomically speaking?" You ask.

"Using a sundae model as a sexual proposition. It is confusing. I have to s... " Myron says.

"I mean, cherry... cherry's got to be a hymen, right?" You ask.

"Probably a busted hymen." You giggle.

[Kate] "Mm-hmm."

"I... I, um... mine broke on a horse. And me, I was born without one. So... It was my favorite horse, though. " ......

"Okay, uh, that's about it for today. "

~~~~~~~~~~

"Were you sexting just now?" Myron asks while you sitting down looking through tinder.

"Let me have my process." You say.

"Your process is sexting?"

"You're the one who said Sam would go through a slut phase. I thought you were crazy, but then I thought about it more, and he's gonna be a chick magnet. he already is And the worst part is, he's gonna have no idea how to handle it because he's going to be too sad. He hasn't dated to many people in his life. He's gonna be lonely and vulnerable. He already lost his fiance."

"Classic rookie mistake. " Myron states.

"What are you talking about? "

"Thinking you can do something to lessen the loss. There's a word for what you're doing. It's a technical term. You want to know it?"

You: "No, thanks."

"Anticipatory grieving.' Trying to cope with the loss before it happens. So, Meryl over there writes a birthday card to her husband for every year she's gonna be gone, and Jim... makes a video montage of himself as Santa for all the Christmases he's gonna miss with his kids. It doesn't change anything. Look, what do I know? My advice? You're hooking him up, concentrate on a booty. Yours, you know, it's... it's flat."

You laugh "My booty is not flat."

"You have a terrible ass. "

"Fuck you."

"Here, give me that. Oh, you got a match. Sexypants89."

"Okay, let me see that."

~~~~~~~~~~

You started interviewing girls that Sam got a match on from tinder at a coffee shop.

To be continued.

[im-sexy-and-im-mystictrash]

So I wanted to know how the rfa+v+saeran+ vanderwood would react to a young mc like 15-18 being pregnant like a teen mom *Plantonic relationship Sorry if you don't like this *Let's say they got pregnant by a boyfriend

Naw fam I love this, I love anything with babies or teen moms so Ight I’ll take a crack at it, lets see what we can do if it’s okay some of them are going to have the boyfriend not in the picture. Also it’s like 2 o’clock in the morning so any spelling mistakes are still propable my fault, I still have shitty spelling at any time

Yoosung

You weren’t that far along 

only a tiny baby bump

So not being that far along you didn’t feel the need to tell them much

and then in the chat room you totally forgot you didn’t tell them

so you just

“Ughh the morning sickness is really getting to me again”

“Morning sickness? so you only get sick in the morning?”

“No that’s just a saying people use when the pregnant are sick”

…

…

“Pregnant?”

Oh yeah oops

“I totally forget that I didn’t say anything, Yeah i’m pregnant”

Yoosung has so many questions and then remembers

“Wait aren’t you in high school?”

“Yup”

…

“So you’re a teen mom?!”

“Yea”

He was so surprised

He’s never known anyone that’s been a mom so young

He had asked many questions and you answered all of them

but then he asked one that caught you off guard

“So are you and your boyfriend hoping for a boy or girl?”

“Well I’m not sure about him, he hasn’t talked to me for awhile…”

“WHAT?!”

He is furious

The dad doesn’t want to be there?!

“It’s okay MC I’ll be there for you!”

That just tugs at your heart

When you two met irl

ya’ll were stuck like glue

He stayed with you to help you

“MC would you like some more food?” Yes

He did

E V E R Y T H I N G   F O R   Y O U

“Don’t worry Uncle Yoosung is here”

Zen

You were trying to tell them that you couldn’t do the whole RFA thing because your due date was coming up soon

but they were so excited to do the party so you didn’t say anything

Seven obviously knew about it so you told him to say nothing

“Alright but I’m going to watch you like a hawk!”

So as the days went on you were pretty good and having fun

But it was when it came to the time that Zen broke his leg

You wanted to help so badly

but no one knew you were VERY pregnant

So while in the chatroom as the car was on it’s way to pick you up you just dropped it into the chatroom

“Can’t to see you”

“Me too! I’ll see you soon”

“Yup btw I’m 9 months pregnant bye!”

MC left the chatroom

Zen was freaking out

What if something happens on your way here?

And what would he do if your water broke while your were here?

your pregnant?!

*Ding dong*

OMG PREGNANT TEEN IS HERE WHAT DO I DOOOO

He opens the door for you and sees your very big belly

“MC get in here! what if the baby gets cold?!”

it was more like he was taking care of you then you taking care of him

He grew attached to you two

“Is this what it feels like to be a grandpa?”

“You’re not my dad Zen”

Also Zen refused to let you go back to the apartment

“You’re not going back while you’re going to pop any day now! I want nothing to happen to my grand child”

“Zen you’re not my…whatever yeah your grand kid”

Everyone agreed that you should stay with Zen for the remainder of the time

you were doing so good even getting many guests

until you were at the party

While stuffing your face at the food table your water broke

once he heard you screaming in pain he was running to you

“Don’t worry MC! Grandpa Zen will get you there safely!

He obviously didn’t go into the delivery room

But he was right beside you when your baby Boy/Girl was in your arms

“Zen would you like to hold your grandchild?”

He was in TEARS

Grandpa ain’t going anywhere

Jaehee

You actually didn’t know you were pregnant

You were only a few weeks

and you didn’t have a clue

Jaehee was the one that suggested it when you told her about you being sick and wanting really weird food, being really moody

“Jaehee I don’t know what’s going on”

“Aren’t you pregnant?”

…

…

“haha..”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes”

…

“OH MY GOD”

You get a pregnancy test and low and behold

Boom

Lil MC in progress

You were so scared

“Jaehee I can’t have a baby! I’m only in high school!”

She was a bit started about your age

but

“MC I may have known you for very few days but I know you’re a very strong woman, you can do this!”

Awww shedding a few tears

She helped you through the whole process

She ordered Seven around so you got all the things you needed

You could have left to get the things you needed 

but nope

Momhee ain’t havin it

“You’re staying in the apartment we don’t want anything to happen to you”

“Seven get her medicine for her morning sickness”

“Yes ma’am

“Seven watch to make sure she’s eating those veggies”

“But those are gross”

“Seven you’re getting her the fucking vegetables”

“Spare me yes your highness”

Seven was forced to go back and forth to take care of you in place of Jaehee

He was too scared to find out what she would do if he didn’t do what said

and when you two met?

She was even more protective

Made sure you did your homework

more healthy food

but she did it because she cared about you like her own daughter

“Jaehee you’re the best mom ever”

“But I’m not-”

“shhh Just let it happen”

Jumin

You were about 5 months along

So you had a belly

but it only made you look chubby

Which effected you greatly

“Jumin am I fat?”

“I’ve never met you in person so I don’t know”

“Oh my god you think I’m fat!”

“what? no I didn’t-”

“Well you’re fat!”

“No I’m within healthy range for my age and height”

“Oh rub it in why don’t cha! well you’re not 5 months pregnant!”

…

…

“Mc you’re pregnant?”

“Yeah! so I’m not fat!”

“MC I never said you were fat”

He had you brought to his penthouse sooner so you could get the best care

“I refuse to let you be alone without proper care”

So while being there the whole time you had whatever you wanted

you might or might not have worked the maids to death

You were queen

“I want ice cream”

“Yes ma’am”

“Get me someone to rub my feet, they hurt”

“of course”

“Bow and kiss my feet!”

“…”

“Sorry I was kidding Maybe”

When it came to the party he kept you by his side

And even after the party he took care of you

“Jumin you would make a great godfather”

He was so touched

He was there for everything

But you refused to let him in the delivery room

When he first saw your child he practically claimed him/her

“Make arrangements that this child will take over the business once he/she is 18″

“Jumin!”

“Make it 20″

Saeyoung (Seven)

you were 707 months along

I might have done that on purpose

He didn’t really think everything through

“It’s okay for her to do this as long as I watch her every 1.33 seconds”

Vanderwood was PISSED

“Stop watching this pregnant teen and do your work!”

LE GASP

“Uncle Seven can’t not take care of Them! what is WRONG with YOU!”

work was basically thrown out the window

Speaking of windows

*enter unknown through the window*

He also didn’t think things through by making a pregnant teen as a victim

Eh whatevs

*now enter agent 707*

“MC is the baby okay?!”

“What about me you asshole!!?”

“oh yeah are you okay? hopefully the baby didn’t get hurt”

You damn near slapped the boy

but it was sweet he cared

Again he stayed at the apartment for you and did basically everything for you

He also read up everything about babies

“omg MC did you know babies swallow and breath at the same time!?”

“Saeyoung you better not try that”

Too late

But besides all the silly stuff

He truly cared about you and the baby

He called himself Uncle seven every chance he could

“Agent 707 get back here to work!”

“Excuse you, it’s UNCLE agent 707″

“I swear to god I will taser you”

He took care of you even when you two went to save Saeran

“Saeran you have to come back you’re an uncle now”

“I’m an uncle? cool lets go”

By the time the baby was born

Both Saeran and Saeyoung were there for you

But Saeyoung tried to name the baby while you were asleep

“Saeyoung is this a good idea? I don’t think MC would like this”

“Shh Saeran this is the Job of an uncle”

“I name thee…Little defender of justice”

Que you waking up just as he’s about to sign the birth certificate

“SAEYOUNG”

“Shh MC just let it happen”

Jihyun (V)

It was THE day of joining the RFA that your water broke

“Ah Seven?”

“Hmm what can god seven do for you”

“Do you think you can take a look at the CCTV?”

…

…

“OMG MC I’LL BE RIGHT THERE”

No one could no the location

but seven didn’t want to be alone

so he brought V

They both show up as your clutching your stomach in pain

“ABOUT FUCKING TIME YOU’RE HERE”

“MC don’t swear in front of the baby!”

“Um Seven I don’t think that’s helping MC”

V was holding your hand the whole way to the hospital

Seven had to get back to work

so V stayed with you

“You don’t have to help RFA we’ll understand”

“No I want to help! I just need a little bit of help…”

Done and done

V had given up all his time to be with you

you stayed with him

He was actually really good with babies

did you need sleep because you were up with the baby all night?

“Here I’m take care of the baby, You go get sleep”

Ran out of baby diapers?

“Stay here I’ll take care of it”

Dude He probably forgot about Rika

He was spending to much time helping you

and he really liked it

it might have been just to thing he needed to help him heal

“Jihyun would you like to be the godfather?”

He was so happy

He went and got the surgery so he was at his peak to help

“I would be honored”

Saeran

You had met after the whole mint eye thing

so Saeran was still very damaged

he was away from it all

but he felt like he was missing something

Then you walked into the picture

well you walked into him

you were a troubled teenager that had a pretty crappy home life

He was about to yell at you for running into him

but his eyes widen when he saw you holding your stomach in pain

“Help me?”

He took you to the hospital

and he thought it was his fault about what happened so he stayed to make sure you were okay

The doctor said the baby was okay 

that this pain was normal and should go away

you knew nothing about babies and being pregnant

You broke down when Saeran asked of you were okay

“I don’t know anything about being a mom! I’m all alone!”

you didn’t have any family

and the dad bailed

He didn’t know what but his heart went out to you

“I can help”

He can’t believe he said that

“You will?”

“Well…I can try”

and sense then you two became friends

He would help you and you would help him

he looked up everything about babies

and he went strictly by the books

“MC it says here you shouldn’t be eating this much”

“Seriously saeran?”

…

“Yes?”

Saeran wanted to help you by his self

so he didn’t ask seven for anything

and he didn’t need seven

although he was scared himself

he did pretty well taking care of you

When the baby was born he was so scared that you wouldn’t need him anymore

“saeran where are you going? The baby is going to need his/her Uncle

He had never felt this way

or felt this needed

He was very happy to call himself an uncle

*saeyoung walks in*

“Get out don’t come near him/her you’ll corrupt him/her with your idiocy

*saeyoung walks out with tears

Sorry I forgot you Vanderwood

Vanderwood

You were a family member from his past

so he had no idea that you were 8 months pregnant

The due date was just around the corner 

and you were trapped in a cult leader’s apartment

no big deal

Vanderwood didn’t like you because

1.You were distracting Seven from work

2.He had no idea it was you yet

So he would come to the bunker to collect Seven’s work

only to find that it’s not done

…

…

“Seven why the hell is your work not done?!”

“Hmm? babysitting”

Vanderwood is ready to roast his ass

“You can’t even take care of yourself and you’re babysitting?”

“I’m hurt Vanderwood…I’m hurt”

*takes out taser*

“Whoa whoa lets not get hasty here, I’ll get the work done if you help me watch over her”

…

…

“You want me to watch over some girl?”

Seven scoffs

“Oh my gawd Mary it’s not JUST a girl”

“It’s a teen girl”

That like set off read flags in Vanderwood’s head

“A teen girl?”

“Ya and pregnant

RED FLAGS RED FLAGS

“You need to be put in jail”

Seven busts out laughing

“Oh you naughty Mary you, I only father to all cats of the world, She just stumbled upon us.

Totally done with seven’s shit and just wants him to get his work done

He watches you

he looks into the CCTV

to see you with yo big ol’ baby bump

and then he sees your face

OH

EM 

GEE

“what the hell is my Niece doing in there?!”

Seven drops his pop to the floor

“SHE’S YOUR NIECE?!”

“YES YOU MORON GET HER OUT OF THERE”

“But-”

“so help me god if you don’t get my niece out of that room I will taser you till you fry”

…

“One niece coming right up!”

He picked you up and took you to his bunker

“Seven why are you bringing me to your place?”

“So I live”

You both arrive and once you see Vanderwood

Total tear fest

you and him haven’t seen each other in years

“MC why were you trapped in the apartment?”

“Seven put a bomb in it”

…

“SEVEN!”

He’s probably already on his way to mexico

You stay at the bunker with him

He took care of you

even after you gave birth you too stuck together

He wasn’t going anywhere ever again

Master list of my headcanons

Ray’s headcanon

[suburbangothc]

What is it that you don't like about season 3? Please do elaborate :)

Hey!  So I have a few reasons as to why I don’t like season 3 and it’s kinda long so here we go under a read more:

DISCLAIMER: I am in NO way saying that there aren’t important issues dealt with in this season.  I also am not saying that you’re wrong for liking s3 the best or if Isak is your favorite character.  These are my observations and my feelings on events, and a lot of them are emotional for me so they won’t mean as much to the next person.

1.  I honestly don’t like Isak as a character?  Like I get that a LOT of people do, but from the very beginning of the show something about him rubbed me the wrong way.  He was an absolute a w f u l friend to Eva and an even WORSE friend to Jonas.  I still don’t think he ever apologized to Jonas for manipulating his relationship into the ground.  I realize that Jonas and Eva weren’t going to work because of issues that would’ve existed with or without Isak’s meddling, but Isak’s decisions took a toll not only on their relationship, but Eva as a person.  She almost switched SCHOOLS cause of what he caused.  I feel like so many people downplay the effects Isak had just because he liked Jonas and didn’t think Eva was good enough for him.

Then we move into s3, where he’s still into shady stuff?  I don’t find anything romantic about being the “other person” to a 4 year relationship, no matter how faulty that relationship is.  When they’re lying in bed in the 5th episode and Sonja calls Even, it’s like it doesn’t even bother Isak that Even is cheating on his girlfriend with him?  Like, as long as he’s getting what he wants who cares about the other people surrounding them right?  Also, in this same vein, the s h i t way he treats Emma.  Not only does he insult her to get her to kiss him in the beginning just to show off to his friends, he then proceeds to USE her, let her imagine that something could happen between the two of them while totally crushing on someone else.  I was SO infuriated when Even and Isak left Emma + Sonja at Isak’s place.  Like, how selfish could they be?  Obviously Emma outing him was super gross and awful, but it doesn’t redact the fact that Isak was pretty terrible to her in the beginning.

Finally we go into the HUGE reason why I could never, ever in a million years like his character.  He is incredibly, 100% ableist against mental illness.  I honestly felt sick to my stomach at the way he described his mom, an obviously sick person, to Even.  I have a LOT of mental illness in my family, myself included, and so to hear him l a u g h i n g about the obviously terrifying symptoms she has just turned me 100% off for him the rest of the season.  Especially since he does it YET AGAIN with Magnus’ mom!  As someone who has had to deal with ableism my entire life in both a mental and physical way, I just cannot handle it, and I know that a talk with his friend about mental illness and falling in love with Even is not going to overshadow his issues with mental illness that has obviously been with him for a long time.  In my personal life, it doesn’t matter how educated people can get, they still retain that ableist mindset.  Obviously everyone has their own experiences, but as this is my own opinion my experiences are going to cast a shadow on how I react to things.  There may be people who think I’m far too sensitive about this, but I’ve just seen that ableism is ingrained in almost e v e r y o n e it seems, and people rarely stop saying “crazy” or “insane” or the r word (I won’t say it), just as they won’t stop saying “crippled” or “gimp” or the other slurs that people use against physically challenged people.

- Now that I got THAT out of the way lmao, I wasn’t a fan of the boy squad until the very end.  What they talked about was just boring to me, but I mean that’s just me lol.

- I didn’t like what they did to Noorhelm or either of their characters in s3.  I get that Thomas left the show, but there were so many different ways they could’ve played him not being in the episodes but still there so we wouldn’t have had to have this weird out of character move to London where Noora drops all of her friends and school just to follow him, and then she comes back after…william chooses pats on the back from dad over her (????) and just washes walls and talks loudly on aerobeds in the hallway.  None of it makes sense to me, and I feel like it’s a complete assault on both of their characters.

I mean Even was cute but I hate cheaters, even if their relationship is on the rocks.  I didn’t hate Even though, he’s cute and he was really expressive.  I wish he would’ve brought up his severe mental illness before he even started hooking up with Isak, but since he waited he obviously got spooked off by Isak’s “mentally ill people ruin lives” speech.  No idea how you could trust someone like that when you yourself have a mental illness, but whatever.  He did a great job. 

My favorite person s3 was Jonas, who proved to me once and for all that he deserves a way better best friend than Isak.