#I want to show up at ds house and fuck him but I can’t. I will Tuesday tho. I’m going to make him let me fuck his ass
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kinokoshoujoart · 8 months ago
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CORRECT TAGS‼️‼️‼️‼️ @rn0na-lizard you are so so so correct….. my favorite ‘Normal Girl’ in hmds…….i almost never see anyone talk about these aspects of her let alone also love her for them as they should.
i feel like Leona/ DS lumina gets mischaracterized super often which is understandable bc out of all the DS candidates leona is the least like her ancestor (who i also love, for different reasons).
in AWL lumina was the only kid in the valley for a very long time, but many of the DS residents have lived in the valley their whole lives. while lumina had accepted her role as a proper young heiress by chapter 3 of AWL— and when DS begins Leona already at this point of her life— lumina still had a lingering sense of uncertainty and angst and loneliness and doubt, and unresolved worries about her parents. absolutely none of this is present with leona
in this world leona starts with Lumina’s 22 year old appearance, she’s just rich as hell and living her best life (as she deserves), she’s unabashedly shallow, puts herself first always, speaks so politely and affably yet she can be so casually cruel in the most genuine cute way and out of touch with reality and and i fucking love her and i’d die for her. my beloved girlboss girlkeep girlypop
more iconic Leona Moments
when muu/muffy asks for beauty advice leona’s recommendation is “this brand of mail order beauty cream is simply divine! and it was quite inexpensive too, just 100,000 G 🥰” everyone else looks uncomfortable and muu is like “you’re as frivolous as always….”
aside from the 3 who take literally half your money (Witch💖, moi, and thomas) leona and panama (romana) take the most money from you if they carry you home when you faint. just a couple of girl bosses holding on to their girlpire (btw shout out to sebastian, the only resident in the entire valley who carries you home for free)
neither panama nor leona attend the harvest festival, they send sebastian there by himself to test the food first lmao (if you poison it like the witch they’re harboring on their property requires you to do, sebastian is just like “i can’t serve this to Mistress Panama…”)
once again sebastian attacks mukumuku for her sake, this time not to make her a paintbrush but she told him to get her the best slippers and this was apparently the easiest way. sebastian gets fucking mauled btw
leona has hands down the best romance route in hmds. all her scenes are incredible but god the slow burn friends to lovers with your DVD player….
in her purple heart event she shows up at your house because she heard you have a DVD player, asks you to show her how it works, and then just leaves after she’s done playing with it
in her yellow heart event she has sebastian fetch van so she can buy a DVD player for herself but van’s like “i’m so sorry …. Pete… bought the last one….”
leona is so unable to stomach the idea of other people having things she doesn’t that she starts to cry and the only way to placate her is to tell her she can go to your house anytime she wants just so she can use your DVD player. that’s not a setup to a budding romance that’s her final heart event
it’s the most incredible romance arc in the world like girl you have infinite money you can just. buy a DVD player somewhere else?? “i want to watch DVDs at my house just like you!” leona you have three entire bedrooms
“rich girl love interest who has everything except love, win her heart by having genuine conversation with her”: done to death, tired, i don’t have time for that
“rich girl love interest who has everything except a fucking DVD player, win her heart by giving her expensive stuff and ‘relax tea’ and access to your DVD player”: audacious, intriguing, never been done before, innovative
if you deny her god-given right to access your DVD player she is like “Is that so……………Just let me be alone for a little bit.” incredible tragedy i understand. take as much time as you need to grieve darling
oh but her first heart event asks you to pick a side in an argument she’s having with panama and the correct answer is to say “sebastian is the one who’s wrong” (sebastian has said nothing wrong this whole time and yet both of them have just been yelling at him to shut up)
and her blue heart event is “help me find this heirloom necklace… boohoo…” and when you find it she’s like “perfect! now grandma won’t get mad at me. hmm, you seem pretty dependable…♡” augh she’s way too good at this…….!!! i’ll do anything for you!
when you propose she says “of course, i always dreamed of having a romance and a wedding♡” and says nothing abt how she feels about you <3
also if you marry her, once a week she goes to hang out at her ex love interest’s place for 6 hours straight and comes home saying “whew… i had so much fun that i must have lost track of time… i’ll hurry on home”
if you marry another girl she starts flirting with you like “I’m so envious of your wife, having such a fine husband… Pete.” (or whatever your name is)
i’ve become obsessed with her and romeo’s horrible trainwreck soap opera marriage since replaying cute in jp… it’s SO… i have so much to say about them that it should be its own post but i’ll just give the cliffnotes
shotgun wedding vibes. romeo is surprised by his own wedding. they’re childhood friends but he himself has never considered marrying her. her words to him at their wedding are “Make me happy♡” (command)
she understandably can’t stand his terrible table manners or his clothes or anything about him (except that she wants to watch him surf and have his child. but he instead walks in circles all day. coward) and he’s both really good at accidentally stepping on landmines and just ever so slightly majorly terrified of her after marriage (“but surely her angry outbursts are just her way of showing love hahahahaha” you’re going to die. she’s going to kill you). the only positive things they say about their marriage are extremely shallow. they can’t communicate with each other because romeo always says the Dumbest Shit obliviously and leona always responds by cutting him out of her life forever!!!!!! (for 5 seconds) while he has no idea what happened
they are both so melodramatic and they both just do nothing except make each other worse and run away from each other and push each other away but they can’t escape each other. neither of them ever has to grow or change if they marry each other because an elderly overworked man is sustaining both of their existences and neither of them can take care of themselves and i love them your honor
also romeo’s first crush as a kid was apparently her mom, and if leona falls for YOU she flirts by mentioning that sebastian says you look like the spitting image of her dead father. dear fucking god
they’re the epitome of “You're both just enabling each other's mental illnesses. You're both perfect for each other. Never change. Just never involve anybody else in what you've got going on.”
romeo really does feel like her stupid lackey. like the karen to her regina. they even had this dynamic in the games they played as kids… she was the Harvest Goddess and he was Servant A/Minion A (they might still be playing this game as adults…he calls her lady/mistress sometimes after marriage…)
btw leona’s best friend (wife) marivia is also just as… there’s an event where they just gossip about all the mineral town ppl and marivia says ann would win a gluttony contest and they both giggle
there’s also an event where marivia casually walks into Witch’s hut and just interviews her so she can write her into a novel. witch is left completely drained by this exchange. leona and marivia both are so chill about the horrible cruel villainess living in leona’s shed who wants the town poisoned and rewards you for killing animals and hurting yourself and is putting curses on everyone (and they’re right. she’s never done anything wrong in her life)
#i also feel like leona and marivia summoned Witch (just girlypop things summoning hot evil ladies from hell)#i’m a marivia x leona x witch truther. the evidence is out there. evil yuri triad (real)#i also love to believe that witch is fucking with all the rival couples in the valley but ESPECIALLY romeo x leona#since she’s petty about her crush (leona) choosing the village idiot of all people#she can’t affect gustafa and nami because gustafa is like a garden gnome type that wards away evil#leona would make coquette edits of phantom skye/steiner#man i really have a lot of overlapping ships but i just like thinking about everyone together in some way#marivia was interviewing witch for a girls love leona x witch sequel in that series she wrote that has the main character based on leona#(this was revealed to me in a dream)#bokumono#harvest moon ds#hmds#harvest moon#story of seasons#hmds leona#hmds lumina#i’m sorry for going ham about your tags i promise i’m normal#^_−☆#hmds cute#i feel like everyone collectively forgot what hmds was like which is understandable because it’s a fever dream#or maybe we misremembered it from our childhoods#but replaying the girl and boy versions in english and japanese has really refreshed my views on the characters#i have so much to say about everyone mostly the rival couples#love the dysfunction and bad vibes in this game#poisoned water supply type of townsfolk#girls hour (meet up in the mines to beat each other up and slaughter various animals and humanoids to eat)#it’s such an evil game#haunted by natsume malware ghosts
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fbfh · 2 years ago
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living with the fosters hcs
wc: 800
pairing: moms!stef and lena + siblings!adams foster kids (brandon, callie, jesus, mariana, and jude) + (gn) adams foster!reader
warnings: tooth rotting fluff, found family, comfort, brief mention of various drama from the show (breakdowns, trafficking, suicidal tendancies, relapses, general bad decisions) (again it's incredibly brief like one bullet point for all of that), stef and lena are amazing moms, optional masc/male and fem/female hcs, I think that's it
a/n: falling down a fosters rabbit hole again!!!! adopt me pls!!!!! also brandon needs all of his siblings to gang up on him once in a while. he's the worst and callie is a close second. also if you don't know why you were tagged in this it's bc it falls under the domestic life/found family trope lol
@yesv01 @youkissedareaderinthedark @girlfriendwhoseawitch @mrscarolscaramoucheplease
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Wailing screaming sobbing
First of all
Stef and Lena are the ultimate parents
You never had a good mom?? Now you fucking have two
You have a whole passel of siblings in a warm cozy house full of love
If you share a room with Callie and Mariana 
Get ready for some peak sister core moments
Mariana will frequently get second opinions on what color combos you think she should do for her next mani pedi 
Callie will act like she doesn’t want to talk about anything then ten minutes later she’s telling all about her current boy problems 
Helping Mariana do the back of her hair and doing Callie’s eyeliner for her because she insists she can’t do it as well as you have become as much a part of your morning routine as brushing your teeth
If you share a room with Jesus and Jude
It’s boy core healthy masculinity core all the way
Just guys being dudes
(or in Jude’s case, guys being Judes)
Jesus will constantly interrupt your attempts to do homework to ramble about his latest hyperfixation
Which is usually skateboarding or wrestling or 5 hour long youtube documentaries 
Jude is (affectionately) a little easier to get along with
Most of the time he only interrupts your homework for help with his 
Or to ask for help with a hard part of the level he’s stuck on in his video games
He puts stickers on his DS sometimes and loves getting your opinions on which ones should go where 
Brandon is super busy trying to get into music school and everything
But he makes sure to catch up with you at least a couple times a week 
Usually when it’s yalls turn to clean up after dinner
You’re both pretty busy, but you still make an effort to stay up to date on what’s going on with both of you
He tells you about all the drama in the music scene 
Even though he has to explain half the jargon and terminology to make his stories make sense
You tell him about the drama in your friend group at school 
Mariana and Callie will frequently ask you to settle arguments
And Mariana and Jesus 
And Mariana and Brandon 
Mariana just has a lot of hot takes
Stef and Lena work so hard to make this house a home
And they do
Everytime you come home from work or school or anywhere else
You’re always greeted with two warm hugs and kisses on the forehead form Stef and Lena
“Hi, love,” 
“How did everything go, sweetheart?” 
It’s not just small talk, they really do care about how things are going for you
They love you so much
They always keep your favorite cereal in the pantry 
They show up to as many of your events and extracurriculars as they can 
They’ll help you keep track of any meds or medical appointments 
They might even break their no coffee for the kids rule for you
It’ll take a little convincing but you know them well enough to know what cards to play 
They’re just so supportive too
Like you can wake them up in the middle of the night just cause you had a bad dream
They’ll hug you and ask if you want to talk about it and offer to make you tea
They really do have your back 100% of the time
And like
They’re so accepting 
Any problems you’re having 
Anything that’s causing you stress
You can talk to either of them 
Or both of them
Whenever you want
Even if you’re just feeling off
If you just need a little attention
Your mom and mama are there for you
They check up on you a lot too
Not too much, just checking in to see how homework’s going
If you’re hungry
How you’re feeling 
Anytime something scary happens 
Anytime there’s an argument or some other drama
Mariana’s ex boyfriend has a mental break down, Callie voluntarily enters a trafficking ring, Sophia tries to walk into traffic, Brandon spends his juilliard money on an apartment for his single mom girlfriend and her kid, Mike relapses
You know
The usual
Whenever there’s drama, Stef and Lena always make sure to check on you
They always take extra time to talk you through what happened or whatever crisis is going on
Make sure you know that they’re right here if you need them
And their hugs are the best too
They’re so warm and supportive
Literally and figuratively
Honestly you couldn’t ask for better moms 
They have your back through everything
Every injustice, every rough patch, every failure and low and problem
And every win and success and happy exciting joyful moment
They’re there for you through all of it
And from the bottom of their hearts, they couldn’t be more proud of you
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themissingleftsocks · 2 months ago
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DARK SIDE OF THE MOON: Eyes
Word count: 1k
Authors note: First chapter of take two of a fic! I'm super duper excited because it explores a show I very much enjoy.
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There’s a body on the steps of the church. Daniel Meyers, Forty-Two, father of a ten-year-old son. He doesn’t– didn’t know the boy. He lived with his mom, and she divorced Daniel when their son was only a year or so old. Next of kin is listed as his sister in Star City. The clock reads close to 11:45 pm. The blood is still there even though a drizzle casts down from the cloudy sky, coating the ground in a constant dew. This was recent, not too recent though because CSI and any decent detective or officer who got some look at the body, and has been around the block a few times when it comes to seeing dead bodies, knows that it’s in Rigor Mortis. This meaning, it’s only been between two to six hours since death. The blood is cold, but the body is still warm.
Gotham City Police Department Commissioner James “Jim” Gordon ducks under yellow tape, red and blue lights flashing across aging features and his long tan coat with the smell of cigarettes clinging to it. He’s been doing this job for too long, Barbra says he should look into retirement but Jim doesn’t listen. He’d carry the weight till his eventual death. They’d tried to put him out of the position before, but hell, it never worked. Some parts of him want to be done, but he still gets up for the odd hours each day and faces the night. His steps are even, subtle thumps on the concrete as he weaves through the people. The ones that aren’t busy part for him, everybody knows Gordon, and everybody respects the man enough to make way for him without a hassle. Lord knows he already deals with enough shit.
“No respect,” Jim murmurs, looking down at the body. The eyes are empty, staring up at the starless sky filled with too much light pollution and just general pollution for stars to be seen anyway. Daniel hadn’t been a bad person, just involved with bad people. It’s a song and dance he knows too well. Something had just finally gone wrong, and Mr. Meyers was caught in the blast. Hopefully, he got to meet God, seeing as he was dumped on the steps of his house. He doesn’t look all that bad, lying on his back and limbs spread. If it wasn’t for the blood and bullet hole through the skull it almost looked like he was asleep. There’s a new noise beside him after a pungent beat, the sound of aggressive clicking, and then an audible huff. It doesn’t take much effort on Jim’s part to know who that is. “Are you playing Animal Crossing, detective?”
Beside him, Kristen Bester looked up for only a moment before focusing back on the red DS in her hands. “It’s fucking depressing here, Commissioner. Give me a break.” Jim can’t help but chuckle. Kristen has only been here for a few months, not even a full year yet he trusts her more than he probably should. She’s young, twenty-one years old with messy bleach blonde hair, fair skin, and brown eyes that look creepy if you stare too long. Kristen is an oddball, too. Always carrying that damn Nintendo DS and the gloves– black leather clinging to her hands at every given moment. He thought she might be germaphobic, but he’d seen her rummage through trash for evidence. And, it’s been months since she joined the force, asking now just seemed so impolite. So, he leaves her be.
Saving the game and pocketing the DS within a trench coat pocket, Kristen kneels beside the body, eyes narrowing and head tilting just slightly as she looks over the bullet hole. “Done with a pistol is my guess, close up. This was personal.” She speaks, standing back up and turning to face Jim. It’s not a difficult assessment to make, he’d made the same one earlier. The question is who did it and why. Probably get the guy’s phone and– oh. Kristen is already ahead of him like she’d read his mind. She’s beside the body again, gloved hands prodding the body to find a phone. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?” Jim reiterates, surprised. This wasn’t just personal, this was personal and thought out. Kristen is pulling out her DS again, flipping open the screen as she walks, ducking under the yellow tape. Jim follows next to her, reaching for the pack of cigarettes in his coat pocket. He slips a stick from the box, exchanging the package for his lighter, and carefully balances the cigarette between his lips as he cups the lighter flame and holds it to the end, lighting it up successfully and depositing the lighter once again. Kristen gives Jim a side-eye, and he's pulling out the box again, handing one to Kristen. She doesn't light it, instead switching out her DS for an old Altoid container and putting it in there amongst others she's bummed off of others in the GCPD that smoked. Gordon doesn't know what she does with them exactly, but again, he doesn't ask.
“Nothing—” Kristen reiterates, shutting the container and slipping it back into her coat pocket. She stops walking away from the crime scene, turning slightly and looking over her shoulder, up at the church being soaked gently by the drizzling rain.
“Which means there's something more.” Gordon finishes with a sigh, looking back at the body. CSI had finished, and the clean-up crew was moving in to get it all gone by the morning. “See you back at the office, Bester.” He bids Kristen goodbye, walking away further, puffing on his cigarette. She only gives Gordon a hum in response, continuing to stare up at the church. Its facade is dark, like everything in Gotham, with simple stained glass murals visible, even though the street lamp is lit semi-dark. However, something isn't right and it's making her mind buzz in a way that isn't the normal cacophony of broken hums that she can't ever get to stop. Her eyes trace upwards, landing on another pair hidden in the darkness. Sharp, pale white, attached to a looming figure that blends in too well with the night around it. Kristen can only give a small nod, watching as Batman disappears soon after. A cold breeze nips at her face, and Kristen takes that as her sign to leave, hands shoved in her pockets as she continues on with her work shift.
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thesunbrokeyourskull · 2 years ago
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amber-michaelson · 2 years ago
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Bully’s dads
Katsuki bakugo reader x Eijiro kirishima
Summary: kirishima and bakugo wants to know why you've been avoiding them
Read at own risk
Warning: swearing
Fd = favorite drink
Fc = favorite colour
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Yn pov
I prayed Mika was here as I knocked on the door 'please be here please' this is the first time I want her to be there I don't want to face her da-ds, I gulp as the door flung open revealing one of her father's "hey cupcake been a while" he flashed me a toothy grin "afternoon Mr kirishima I came to drop this off for Mika and I'll be out your hair" I murmured and handed the homework I had done for her he gave me a confused look and was about to talk when he was interrupted by his husband "who's at the door" bakugo shouted as he made his way to the door "its yn" kirishima murmured turning a little to him letting bakugo see my form “long no see yn” bakugo smirked crossing his arms “yea it has” i nodded and passed them the book “mika left her homework at home” i murmured kiri took the book and handed the book to bakugo who stared at me with a look i couldn’t quite describe ‘did i screw up, do they know the actual reason im here’ “yn we all know she is dumb and doesn’t do homework now come inside” he muttered and they moved away, i gulped and shyly walked past them “you remember where the living room is” kiri smiled as he walked past me with bakugo towards the kitchen “go sit down then we’ll talk bout this” katsuki grumbled before the disappeared into the kitchen, i slowly looked around as i walked into the lounge their house hasn’t change one bit since i last came here “tea or coffee” kiri called from the kitchen  "fd please" I said sitting down on one of the couches "here you go darling" kiri smiled and placed my cup onto the table as him and katsuki sat infront of me "now what's really gone on between you and our daughter" katsuki muttered staring at me "um well you see baku-" "it's katsuki for you" he interrupted "katsuki we just had different opinions and she didn't like mine" I lied well it was somewhat true but yea "so you stopped hanging out and now your delivering her homework which we know she doesn't do" eijiro murmured and moved closer to the edge "now tell us the real reason your here" he added calmly I know I can’t lie to the "she's a bully" I whispered "what was that darling I couldn't hear you" kiri moved more closer to me "she's a bully" I murmured and looked into their eyes but they weren't shocked or surprised they looked plain "we kinda figured but bully you is over the line" kiri muttered standing up "you knew" I asked my eyes widening "yes of course we knew they teachers have phones remember" katsuki rolled his eyes and I blushed in embarrassment "but we wanna know why you didn't come to us" eijiro asked and sat next to me "she threatened to tell everyone my secret if I went to you or the teachers" I murmured "what sort of secret is it" Katsuki raised his eyebrow "one that I can't tell" I whispered and looked down, eijiros hand gently grabbed my jaw and made me look at him "you can trust us" he murmured "I have a crush on you" I blurted out.
Kir pov
I stared shocked "a crush on me" I asked "both of you that's the secret" she said I slowly took my hand away still staring at her "I know your probably disgusted by me bu-" I interrupted her with a kiss "why would we say that" I said and quickly looked at katsuki "baby" I called out bit it took a few moments for him to get out his thoughts "you actually like us " he asked "um yea I did since I turn 17" she murmured silently "well I guess that makes three of us" I smiled as her eyes widened "you did to" she asked shocked "yes and we still do" katsuki muttered and came to sit on the other side of her "im dreaming" she murmured shaking her head "what happens if we show you we like you" I whispered into her ear "what about mika" she whimpered "we don't care she's 19 and doesn't give a fuck about us so why should we care about her" Katsuki growled and started kissing her neck and I did the same "fuck" she whispered "if it makes you more comfortable do you wanna take this to the bedroom" I asked she nodded eagerly and was about to stand up but bakugo beat her to it and picked her up bridle style "you know I can walk" she giggled as he started walking up stairs "well you won't be able tomorrow" he growled 'aww this is gonna be the best'.
Yn pov
Katsuki gently put me onto the bed and started striping and so did eijiro I gaped at their abs and the scars that littered over them "like what you see baby" kiri winked "it's even better then I imagined" I murmured covering my face "dirty girl you imagined your childhood best friends dad's beginning naked infront of you" katsuki teased as he slowly claimed onto the bed on the right side of me and eijiro on the left "do you want me to take my clothes off" I mumbled and moved my hands to unbutton my shirt but I was stopped "let us do it" kiri smiled and slowly unbuttoning my shirt and kissed the skin which was hidden under the shirt "your perfect yn" katsuki said and slowly kissed up my thighs because I was wearing my school uniform skirt "I love your bra babe" kiri muttered staring and by fc bra "aww like at these panties" katsuki chuckled and hiked up my skirt showing off my fc panties with tiny hearts and a little bow "so cute for someone so naughty" he grinned and slowly kissed nearer and nearer to them till he breathed on them sending a shiver up my spin “please” i murmur “please what baby” kiri asked as he watched katsuki pull my skirt and underwear down "dam darling your wet" he muttered and removed my bra they both looked me up and down giving me compliments, I watched as katsuki leans down and starts eating me out "fuck katsuki" I moan "hey now I'm here to" kiri laughed and started sucking on my nibbles making me moan and blushed "fuck guys" katsuki slips 3 of his fingers in and slowly thrusts them in and out "I need you to loosen up for our cocks baby" he murmured kissing my thighs "we gonna fill you up so much" kiri said while gaving me love bites and grazing his hands over my skin "please just do it I can handle it" I murmured katsuki and kiri hosted their movements "we don't want to hurt to babe" katsuki said "but I have prepared myself before I can take it" I exclaimed they both stared at each other then nodded "ok but tell us if it hurts" kiri said and kissed my cheek before grabbing his lube from the bedside table and lubed himself up and passed it to katsuki, kiri layed down beside me "we're gonna become a sandwich" he smiled and patted his lap I eagerly claimed on top of him and sunk onto his cock "fuck your big" I moaned and threw my head back "we can stop if it's to much" he said sitting up a little "it's fin-" "yea she's fine babe she can tell us when to stop" katsuki butted in as postioned himself behind me "are you ready" he asked "fuck yes" I smiled and slightly groaned in pain as he pushed in "come on baby you can do it" they commented "almost there" katsuki groaned and panted as he got all the way in "are you sure you prepped yourself" kiri laughed nervously "if you call me using two vibrators at the same time prepertation then yes I did" I admitted as I slowly adjusted "you can start" I whispered "fuck" they growled and slowly started moving and started going a little faster as I got more comfortable "your fucking perfect" katsuki muttered kissing my neck and shoulders "you are the best" kiri groaned playing with my boobs "fuck" I cried in pleasure this is all I fantasize about and it's actually happening "eijiro play with her clit" Kat murmured and kiri nodded and slowly started rubbing and I clenched around them "fuck that's tight" Katsuki growled in pleasure "so good" I muttered leaning my head onto katsukis shoulder they quickened their paces as we started getting closer and closer to our climaxes "fuck" we moaned as we hit the edge and cam together both of them inside we panted heavily and layed down onto the bed with them refusing to pull out "I guess we're gonna see you more often" kiri panted tiredly and we hummed in agreement and dosed off
Bonus.
I slowly limped to the kitchen where the boys were making breakfast "I can still walk" I laughed throwing my arms in the air "not for much longer" katsuki muttered while picked me up again and walked upto the bedroom "what about breakfast" I whined "that can wait its time for round two".
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moonfurthetemmie · 2 years ago
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How would horror ds react to these aus
- dreamswap
- dreamevents
- bloodlust! Dreamswap
- dreamtale swap fate
- reverse destinies dreamtale
Uhhh I only know two of those!
If you want to send me links to the others tho that would be cool
For the ones I do know:
DreamSwap:
Initially? Just curiosity. The Finches are going to get mixed up a lot and they’re going to be really confused why they don’t seem to be much different from each other
But then the Horror Squad will start fucking with everyone. Usually by chasing them around like they’re going to kill them. They’ll probably mostly just bother the normal Meme Squad
Delusion will attempt to get DS Dream on his side and merge their JRs, but Dream will realize very quickly that Delusion is in fact delusional and the horror squad weren’t just being little shits when they suggested that nickname, and that’ll be fun
Gouge will probably just ignore everyone unless she’s given good reason not to. The only one she was really curious about was Ink, but she turned out to be boring
Hunter will try to make friends with Blue. Blue will be perfectly happy with this until he visits Hunter’s house. Hopefully Blue will be able to keep his phone on him bc Orange will probably not be thrilled to have him in particular there
Spindle, unless we’re in the Final Girl Finch ending, is not going to care about his alternate, or Pulaski’s but he might confuse Bobby for Fester if Fester’s not around. Maybe.
Pulaski is going to try to stay away from their alternates, especially if Fester doesn’t know about them yet
Fester is probably going to want to want to make Bobby and Hacker and Randy his servants, though whether they’re just going to be like Pulaski or Fester’s going to turn them into demons like he did with Spindle depends on the story you wanna spin
So basically it’ll be very fun for most of the H!DS characters, but not very fun for the normal DS fools JDJDHDHDHD
Bloodlust!DS
Currently I mostly just know about the Meme Squad from that AU but oh BOY
The squads would get along GREAT
They’d go on murder sprees and the Horror Squad would probably show the Bloodlust Squad their Backrooms maze and let them borrow it and they’d have movie nights and everything. Slash and Hematite in particular would probably be besties
Delusion would…probably not be thrilled BDSJD
He doesn’t need duplicates of the Horror Squad running around. There’s so many people calling JR about it and it’s just giving him a headache. Vulture please take them back he can’t focus on his perfect world with them here
I don’t know enough about the other characters yet to say how they’d react to their alternates
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sitp-recs · 4 years ago
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Hello! I've been suffering from the worst case of January blues. Do you happen to have any recs for light and fun and feel-good fics? Bonus points if they're smutty too. Thanks ❤️
Hello darling! I feel you on those January blues, it’s been a slow start for me too. I hope these will help, they never fail to make me smile and always leave me warm and fuzzy afterwards :)
Sun Stroke by @peachpety (2020, E, 3.8k)
Draco, Harry, and a handful of friends take a summer holiday at the beach. With the help of a sultry sea setting, encouraging friends, and a fisherman’s jumper, Harry and Draco's mutual attraction swells and things get hot on a salty summer night.
(Un)Calculated Risk by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (2017, E, 7k)
He thought about the way Harry looked at him, smiled at him; about the way Draco’s head was nearly always full of him, all day every day, and about the way Draco sometimes deliberately went to bed still smelling of him, refusing to acknowledge what it meant – because he already fucking knew what it meant. What all of it meant. And then Draco decided, fuck it, he was going to risk it. They were going to risk it together, Harry and Draco.
Play Dates by @bixgirl1 (2017, E, 7.7k)
Harry never thought seeing Malfoy as a dad would affect him this way.
Born Slippy by @dracoladon (2020, E, 8k)
Harry finds that it's less 'one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor' and more 'one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, decide Malfoy's quite fit, actually, and decent company after your friends traitorous abandonment, floor.' With Malfoy lying next to you.
check this hand 'cause I'm marvelous by @lqtraintracks (2014, E, 8k)
Harry's had a crush on Malfoy for months now. But it will take a bar full of his friends, some Firewhisky, wagers made on his behalf, and Malfoy himself to get him to act on it.
Sex Ed for Aurors by curiouslyfic (2010, M, 8.7k)
Some things, you need to learn on the job.
The Full Monty by @magpiefngrl (2017, E, 9.8k)
Harry poses for a naked Auror calendar and Draco goes batshit crazy with lust.
Aural Gratification by birdsofshore (2014, E, 10k)
Harry's not gay – he just likes listening to exciting stories about Aurors. It's not his fault that the narrator's voice is so smooth, so expressive... and really rather hot. Career choices: Harry: Ministry of Magic desk job; Draco: m/m romance narrator
Sweet Indulgence by @the-sinking-ship (2020, E, 10k)
It doesn't matter that Marcy from Accounting is dancing on the tables, Shacklebolt is wearing antlers, and Elliot from Transportation is on his third round of Mariah Carey on karaoke because all the free champagne in the world won't salvage the Ministry Christmas party for Draco if Potter doesn't show up soon.
Title of Their Sex Tape by @cibeewastaken (2020, T, 12k)
What are the Wizarding world's most elite law enforcers doing when they aren't catching criminals? It seems Auror Malfoy is often caught throwing food into Auror Potter's mouth when he's mid-yawn. This story isn't about Draco throwing food at Harry. What it does have is: Undercover! Heists! Draco pining for Harry! Harry being oblivious, but also can't help noticing how good Draco smells! Banters and jokes! That's about it.
Kill, Fuck, Marry by @lettersbyelise (2018, E, 12.6k)
Malfoy leans toward him with a baleful look. “I do believe Pansy Parkinson, my best friend, paid you to spend the evening with me. It’s my birthday, Potter. So you’re going to get off your Gryffindor arse, and you’re going to dance with me. I want to dance. I want to win. I want that bloody trophy on my shelf before the end of the night.”
Harry and Draco unexpectedly meet again on Draco’s birthday, years after their last encounter.
An Act of Kindness for One Harry Potter by a Sympathetic Draco Malfoy by 0idontknow0 (2014, E, 15k)
As Draco leaned on the wall to wait for them to get dressed, he could not help feeling like he had done a very kind thing by disrupting them. Someone should give Potter a better rogering than that sorry sod had. The man had saved the bloody world—okay, mostly Europe—the least someone could do was give him a proper shag.
Reparatio by astolat (2016, E, 17k)
Draco snorted. “I’m not reduced to penury. I want something considerably beyond money, and I rather think you’re the only one can give it to me.”
“You want the Invisibility Cloak,” Harry said, flatly. He’d half expected as much; it was the only thing he had that Draco could want—
“Don’t be stupid, Potter,” Draco said. “I want my reputation back.”
amid this warm and steady sweetness by warmfoothills (2019, E, 21k)
Harry is not living in a period drama, no matter what his friends or his new house or Malfoy’s sudden affinity for horse-riding might suggest, and if one more person uses the word courting, he’s going to start hexing people.
Clouds That Veil the Midnight Moon by @drarrytrash (2020, E, 36k)
According to Harry’s personal narrative regarding the incident, he’d hooked up with Draco Malfoy for purely self-destructive reasons, or out of convenience, or by some unlucky accident. Looking at him, sprawled in the moonlight, Harry is devastated to recall that he’d hooked up with Draco Malfoy because he’s hot. Draco is a secret werewolf and Harry is doing his best and they've got criminals to catch, darn it.
The Four Ds of Apparition (or: Destination, Determination, Deliberation, and Dicks) by @eidheann and @firethesound (2015, E, 36k)
After transferring to the Apparition Department, Harry's life becomes one big dick joke. And all his friends are arseholes. So is Malfoy, but what else is new? AKA Harry Potter and the eighteen twenty dicks.
Bonus: sometimes art is the easiest way to make us smile and unwind! I can’t rec these beautiful comics enough, they’re among my favorite feel-good Drarry content:
Think about it, alright? by @caroll-in (2020, G)
Fed up with all the pining, Harry's friends decide to do a little "intervention". Meanwhile, Draco's friends have a similar idea.
Advent by dustmouth (2020, T)
It's Harry and Draco's first Christmas together and Draco is determined to live his full yuletide fantasy, come hell or high water.
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OK but!!! Come over here and randomly sink the 8 ball???? Can we talk about this???? Does rio not understand how the game of pool works??? Was he just hanging out playing against himself prior to this??? Is it a metaphor??? Is 8 the only number he knows???? THOUGHTS????
the fact that we open the scene with a center shot of beth, all bambi-eyes and openly???? letting him see???? her vulnerable????????
the fact that she still sees him as a lifeline and turns to him for help in spite of him being demonstrably useless literally every time she’s asked
the fact that he’s open to it and asks what she needs
aaaaaand then shuts her down when she says it’s for dean
but also is still giving her some p solid, if, you know, a touch sociopathic advice
and then the fact that said advice more or less amounts to please let your ~technical husband rot in jail crime wife
and yes, the fact that he is, apparently just hanging out! in his own bar! after hours! alone! playing pool with himself!
which sounds like it should be a euphemism tbh but no! it is entirely literal!
everyone involved in this show is a lunatic including all of us!
i love it!
literally wtf are you doing rio
i would like to point out he is losing to himself which is fucking hysterical
and also extremely apt, tbh
he climbs up the pool cue when he stands. why. to what purpose.
he told her to be smart before he murdered her co-worker and beth’s like, not even phased at all by that reference
i am teLlinG y’alL murder is their foreplay, the hitman thing’s gonna be fine
if anything he’s gonna be hurt she outsourced it
which, valid!!!!!!
why are his fingers so long why why WHY
every time he lines up and takes a shot i make this sort of garbled hairpin in a vacuum cleaner noise
i didn’t ask to be like this
and when he sees that the please let him rot please please please pitch is not helping beth’s stress level he pivots and like, actually tries to be comforting????????
but is also incredibly bad at it
remember when beth was like my husband took my children and rio was like that sucks, here’s an open tab byyyyyyeeeeee
he is not the best shoulder, is what i’m saying
and yet!! she keeps going to him anyway!!!!
he’s like SIVER LINING MAYBE YOU’LL WANT TO FUCK YOUR HUSBAND AGAIN AND BETH JUST STEAMROLLS RIGHT PAST THAT
it like doesn’t even register
fuck that guy? don’t be absurd crime husband
also like
who exactly might want to hit what again hmmmmmmm HMMMMMMMMMMM
i am just saying it feels like there are some layErs here
he is so satisfied when she points out nothing sticks to him i want to slap him i want to slap myself i want to slap everyone
i gOt lucK oN my siDe / mayBe yoU do tOo
smells like foreshadowing in here
also jumping back the way his smile s o f t e n s when he says maybe you do too
the urge to slap remains strong but now with a side of leave mE here tO diE
(bringing back @pynkhues​ tag meanderings bc it lives in my head now, is this rio’s way of saying he can protect her class please discuss)
and now we arrive at sink the eight ball
i know it’s ridiculous i know but i can’t help it they’re standing there with a the pool cue and the pool table and it’s all weird tangled intimacy that’s about to flip over into intense sexual tension and i am not coping well with this at all
i’m not okay
THE WAY HE PULLS THE CUE AWAY
AND THE WAY SHE’S LIKE THIS MOTHERFUCKER I STG
let beth boland unhinge her jaw and devour the world 2k21 she deserves it
idk what to tell you beth you like it
like let’s pause for a sec and examine the situation shall we? this ep provides some really interesting contrast between beth’s extremely different relationships with the men in her life.
1. we have dean who is, i would argue, shown throughout the ep to be a complete albatross of guilt and long expired, turned toxic gratitude dangling from a rapidly fraying thread called parenting. he’s furious with beth to the point of not wanting to see her while in prison, choosing to stay in prison to avoid coping with how thoroughly their house of cards is tumbling down and the reality of who beth is and who they are to each other that collapse is exposing. 2. we have fitzpatrick who repeatedly tramples her boundaries in a tunnel vision pursuit of the person he thinks she is and his fantasy of the relationship he could have with this person who doesn’t actually exist and we’ve seen how uncomfortable it makes beth to the point that she finally blows up at him, reasserting who she is and it, idk if i would say scares him, but it definitely turns him off. 3. and then we have rio who she is locked in a nightmare game of cat and mouse with, who she has convinced herself is the source of all of her problems and yet when push comes to shove is still the person that she turns to for guidance and support, who she has no objection to sharing physical space with (i hear rumors the pool scene reads wildly divide and yeah i can see how but i am firmly camp they are both experiencing some stupidly complicated emotional upheaval and that’s what that face is, y’all take it how you will), who is also the only person this ep to witness the single, genuine, uncomplicatedly happy glimpse of one elizabeth boland née marks (who can’t help but grin in response to her joy and honestly who wouldn’t she is so gd cUte before he rips the rug out from underneath her)
i got worked up and forgot where i was going with this
something about contrast
but also the like, comfort and familiarity and ease even when Extremely Annoyed
idk i just think it’s neat
let’s see what else happens
oh right they play """"""""""pool"""""""""""
wait no, we’re not there yet
first rio’s gotta do that big-eyed disney princess look he shoots beth’s way from time to time, 209 being the notable example that comes to mind
h E Lp
so now we’re at sinking the eight ball
yeah, no, he does not know how pool works
i’d say it’s embarrassing but what isn’t with them
SPEAKING OF EMBARRASSING
or maybe i mean inexplicable
i tried to be v hardcore on not letting myself speculate about the pool scene and how it would come to be so sexy bc speculation has only ever led to either disappointment or me getting really, really over the top competitive about it to the point where it isn’t even fun for me anymore (which is saying something) but i couldn’t help spinning out potential scenarios bc like why???? how????? the man is draped over her like a blanket and smELliNg heR haiR surely that doesn’t just happen??????
WHAT A FOOL I WAS
LITERALLY FOR NO REASON AT ALL RIO’S LIKE FUCK YOUR PERSONAL SPACE CRIME WIFE IT’S OUR PERSONAL SPACE
AND BETH’S JUST LIKE YEAH SURE CRIME HUSBAND THIS IS FINE AND NORMAL I HAVE NO FURTHER COMMENTARY
LIKE?????????????????????????????????????????
h An dS
hAn D S
H a nD s
anD theN hE smelLs heR hAir like a fuckiN lunAtic
i just
TO WHAT PURPOSE
SCIENCE P L E A S E E X P L A I N
i know we all like to argue until the cows come home over what specific flavor of sloppy the show is and then we argue with the cows but like
this didn’t happen out of nowhere
they’re setting something up
(they fuckin’)
(do not argue with me or my cows)
thE shoUldeR roLl
no thoughts just that
AND THEN SHE MAKES IT
(and everything b o u n c e s)
AND SHE’S SO CUTE????? MY WIFE???????? I LOVE HER????????????
no but literally when was the last time beth was that happy
it’s so pure
and it makes him lauGh toO
s Of t
and then rio’s like no but seriously fuck your husband let him rot in jail and beth’s facce falls and my heart breaks and everyone remembers everything is terrible bc they are absolutely inFURIATING nigHTMARE PEOPLE who caNNOT USE THEIR WORDs
what was the actual question here i don’t even remember
oh right why the eight ball
probs bc it color coordinated with both his and beth’s outfits bc he is A Heaux Like That
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aphroditewritings · 4 years ago
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Yandere Bokuto
Sometimes she truly wonder how he managed to convince her to come here every time.
As soon as her and Bokuto started dating during the middle of their second years, he had outright begged for her to be there for all of his practices and games. Him staring up at her with those big beautiful yellow puppy dog eyes when she would tell him she might not be able to make his practice that night and spend an hour or two laying or sitting up in the bleachers waiting for Bokuto to finish with his team and take her home, that sometimes she just wants to go home first and rest.
“B-but I’ve been working on a new spike I want to show you! You can’t just leave me!” he would pout big beefy arms draping over her smaller form and causing a scene wherever they were. It wasn’t like she was genuinely uncomfortable when she went which she was grateful for. Bokuto made sure she always had food to eat, something to drink, stuff to keep her occupied for a long time including the DS and Tablet he had gotten her a few Christmas’s ago always at use and her fluffy blanket and pillow stuffed into her separate little duffel bag he had for her in his locker with the rest of her stuff that she used when laying out on the matt the coach always gave her not wanting to let the girl suffer on the uncomfortable bleachers every time she was there. Which was in fact every practice and/or game they had. He figured it was the least he could do for her knowing that on the rare days where under no circumstance she could show up, Bokuto missed balls like he was downright getting paid to make himself look like a fool. So he usually laid out one of the thick rubber matts in the corner of the gym or against the bleachers letting her be more comfortable and using her pillow and blanket than laying on the floor or sitting in the cold medal seats.
It had baffled most of the team at first, seeing the girl trudge through the gym doors every Tuesday and Thursday and game, even showing up for most of the extra practice days they had in the town gym on Sunday’s. Despite being homeschooled herself, being able to spend the day away and in peace from her growing more and more clingy boyfriend gave her a chance to breath. But the day would eventually roll around where Bokuto had a practice or god forbid a game where he expected her to show up with signs and cheering for him louder than anybody, when his mother would pull into her driveway and honk the horn her being just as rambunctious and hyper as her son excitedly driving the girl to said practice or game on the days when her own mother couldn’t drop her off.
Both of their mothers like the true sappy romantics they were always talked about how happy and cute the couple seemed. Bokuto hardly ever went into his “emo phase” as it was called when she was around, his own mom gushing about how much happier she made her son and how grateful she was that Bokuto had met her and how bright and loving her son was when he got to see her.
Hugging her plaid sweater closer to her body she watched as the city passed by her view, tall buildings and skyscrapers becoming fewer and fewer as the minutes passed until Bokuto’s moms car came to a stop in the parking lot outside of the gym. “They should be just starting, see you both in a little bit, sweetie” the woman beamed at her knowing she was coming over to their house to stay for the weekend, something Bokuto suprisingly talked her own mom into letting her do.
Giving the kind woman a small smile she grabbed her small backpack and the bag of fast food his mom had gotten her and Bokuto, hopping out of the car and dusting off her shorts before waving and prying open the gym doors the squeaking and rustic sounds making everyone in the gym turn to look at her.
“Baby!” she heard an exasperated voice yelp before feeling strong arms wrap around her the strong sent of faint sweat and the expensive calonge she had gotten him for his birthday her boyfriend always had on invading her senses. “Hey” she whispered quietly trying to not notice the entire team snickering to themselves as Bokuto planted little kisses everywhere on her face like she had been gone for months. In reality it had only been a few nights, Fukurodani cancelling their Tuesday practice that week because of bad weather and not wanting any students to get hurt walking home.
“Bokuto stop” she whined when he nuzzled his face into her neck breathing in her perfume he always told her he was obsessed with. She was beginning to think that her perfume wasn’t the only thing he was utterly obsessed with. “People are watching” she added finally shoving him back and little and getting a big pout from him. He still held onto her waist eyeing her hungrily and merely shrugged when he heard somebody let out a whistle behind them.
He cupper her jaw in his hand giving her lips a deep passionate kiss and swirling their tongues together before finally stepping back when he heard his coach telling him to quit fooling around and focus now that she was here. “I’ll be over here ok?” she said gesturing her head to the matt in the corner of the gym getting an eager nod from him and watched him run off back to the court. Taking out her blanket and pillow and popped down onto the matt and after eating some of her food fell asleep into a small nap.
Twirling the keys in his hand Bokuto watched as the last of the team piled out of the gym doors the coach giving him instructions to lock up the building for the night. A simple task they knew he could do despite him being...him. It was only putting some stuff away and locking the doors for the night, nothing anybody on the team hadn’t done a million times in the past before them all believeing it was only fair if everybody took turns in locking up instead of placing it all on one person all the time.
Giving one last wave to Kuroo who exited the gym Bokuto quickly put away the racks of volleyballs and mock scoreboards before slowly walking over to Y/N who slept peacefully on the gym matt. Getting on his knees Botuto brushed some hair back from her eyes before placing a light kiss on her lips. He hesitantly lifted the blanket off of her body his breath hitching a bit seeing her shorts had rode up on her body a bit in her slumber. Nervously he crouched in front of her pealing her legs open and beginning to unbutton her shorts lightly enough where she wouldn’t wake up.
He had woken her up like this before. Face buried deep and practically inhaling her, his talented and eager tounge bringing her to a wake up call in the form of an orgasm. He had just never done it like this in a place like this is all but he knew you wouldn’t mind. Lifting up ur hips a tad he helped pull your short and panties down tossing them to the side on the gym floor and licking his lips knowing the real treat was to come. Lowering himself down he parted your tighs and used his thumbs to spread your folds apart, his finger lightly rubbing your clit while he practically drooled at the sight.
“Your so pretty baby” he cooed gather spit in his mouth and letting it drop onto your clit dripping down your cunt. Your hips bucked up at the feeling of the cold air your whimers indicating you were going to wake up soon if he continued. Wanting to waste no time he kissed up and down your pussy lips, tongue darting out to lick over your clit. A small gasp came from your mouth you stirring in your sleep making him smirk. “Stay still gorgeous, I got you” he whispered before cracking his neck then diving in.
His lips immediately wrapped around your clit, sucking on it and twirling it around with his tongue in fast motions making your eyes snap open and gasp louder at the feeling. Your eyes darted around trying to access your sourroundings but the feeling of Bokuto’s mouth made your moan and try to arch your back of the matt as he greedily sucked your clit in his mouth. One hand reached up and pushed down on your pelvis making your back fall flat again and more intensely feel what he was doing.
“N-not here Bok—AH!” she exclaimed feeling his fingers entering her and his tounge increasing its pace. Pumping in and out of her and sighing contently into her pussy the vibration going straight to her clit at hearing the squelching sounds coming from her. “Please” she pleaded trying to buck her hips away in embarrassment at the feeling of everything happened echoing loudly off the walls of the gym and in their ears. He continued to lap at her sucking everything up he could and burying his face as deep as it would go, quiet groans and hums of approval and delight coming from him at the sounds she was making for him.
“We’re gonna get caught” she tried to reason only to let out a moan at the end as his thumbs pealed back her clit hood even more and his tounge swirling across the swollen puffy bead. “Don’t worry, the cameras won’t see us I’ve already turned off the lights” he said before sucking her clit back into her mouth and starting to sissor inside of her when he found her sensitive spot. Eyes widening Y/N looked around happy to find that Bokuto meant it when he said that no one but him would ever look at her like that and that he still respected her privacy.
It was pitch black in the gym, the small corner they were in having none of the school cameras in it and only a single few strands of moonlight peaking in over the window above the gym doors shining right down on her pussy and where Bokuto was continueing his brutal and fast pace. “Just let go baby I’m here” he coaxed giving a few kitten licks to her clit before sucking on it again and playing around with it with his tounge before she squealed, finally feeling the coil on her stomach release and snap into white eyed pleasure.
But he didn’t stop at that.
Fucking her through it with his fingers still he ckuckled before bringing his mouth back down and continuing to devour her making her squirm in overstimulation. “Bo I can’t, p-please I need a break” she gasped watching and biting her lip at him slyly looking up at her but continueing to lap at her hungrily. “No breaks” he said giving a loud smack to her butt making her shriek and curl her toes knowing she was in for a night of not being able to walk the next day.
Minutes continued and seemed to drag on and on, the slurping sounds of her boyfriend still lapping at her cunt in the gym until she had came a good 4 times, or maybe 5. She wasn’t really counting and instead wailing and sobbing, tears falling down her face in sheer pleasure as an unfamiliar sensation boiled in her stomach. “B-b-bo I feel like I need to pee” she confessed bashfully knowing she could tell him anything. He chuckled a little continueing to finger fuck her, “You just have to come baby, maybe squirt but it’s ok, it’s all ok I’m with you” he said making her moan even louder and clench down harder when he returned back to sucking her clit again. He cares so much.
“Ah, ah, ah I’m—“ her breath got caught in her throat, a loud wail coming from her as she squirted out liquid onto Bokuto’s chin and mouth him sucking and eating it up like a dog continueing to stimulate her through her orgasam. Finally letting up and allowing her to close her thighs when she began convulsing at the feeling of him still down there he all but jumped up placing a kiss onto her mouth and letting her taste herself as he assisted it getting her clothes back on.
“Mmm” you moaned deeply feeling him give your panty and shorts covered pussy a light tap, the small feeling enough to make you jump. “Let’s get you going” he said excitedly grabbing her things in his arms and picking her up bridal style bringing her outside and carrying her to his home.
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misslilli · 3 years ago
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Thank you guys, for going on this adventure with me 🥰 I'm having such a blast reading your comments!
Felix Felicis
MSR. AU. PG-13. | tagging @today-in-fic | AO3
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12
Chapter 13 - Fantastic Mulders And Where To Find Them
[ DS ]
“Well, little lady, you’re pretty young and inexperienced, you’ll learn to distinguish when it’s appropriate to call in parents and when it’s clearly not necessary.” Stunned, I stare at the father of a girl in my class sitting across from me, trying to control my flaring temper. ‘What a misogynistic, condescending asshole!’
“I can assure you, sir, when a child comes to me with a concerning story from home, I will always want to clear it up with the parents. Now that we’ve cleared it up, I think we’re done here. Thank you for coming.” I get up and hold out my hand, hoping to end this nightmare of a conversation on a positive note.
Once he left, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, anger boiling in the pit of my stomach. There’s not much that I hate more than being belittled and I yank my book bag off my table angrily, spilling the cup of pencils in the process, scattering them everywhere. I want to scream. Okay, now I’m Pissed. Royally.
I pick up the pencils and shove them back into the cup before turning off the lights and leaving for today. As I head outside, I notice a small gathering of women down the front steps and they’re giggling and laughing at something Fox Mulder had said. At the sight of him, my heart skips a few beats. ‘Oh that’s just great. I’ll keep my head down and walk by quickly, I’m in no mood to be dragged into a conversation with the PTA brigade.’
I try to pass them by inconspicuously, walking briskly down the stairs and keeping my head down, but I’m stopped with a hand on my arm and a “Miss Scully, do you have a moment?” I turn to him trying to hide my exasperation. ‘Ugh, why do you have to be so damn handsome. And please, get your hand off my arm before I burst into flames. Victim: Dana Scully, cause of death: Spontaneous human combustion from being touched by Fox Freakin’ Mulder. Try and put that on a headstone.’
My mask of professionalism only slips for a brief moment, though, and I smooth out the frown on my face. “Yes, Mr. Mulder?” ‘Why is your hand still there? And why is it so hot all of a sudden, it’s freakin’ September.’
“I was hoping you could give me another opinion on something.” He leans into my personal space conspiratorially and I raise my eyebrow in a silent question. ‘Mmmh he smells really good too. Why, God, why? Ugh, that low tone of voice is driving me insane.’
“Do you believe in the existence of extraterrestrials?” The women around me giggle and I blink at him slowly. ‘What the fuck kind of question is that?’ I draw myself up to full height - don’t you dare laugh - thankful that I wore my heels today and gather the few braincells I have left that are not occupied with wondering how that broad chest would feel under my fingers.
“Logically, I would have to say No. Given the distances needed to travel from the far reaches of space, the energy requirements would exceed a spacecraft’s capabilities.” I can tell that my answer somewhat surprises him but he’s not done yet.
“But there are obviously unexplained phenomena out there, now when convention and science offer us no answers might we not finally turn to the fantastic as a plausibility?”
‘What I find fantastic is your ass in those jeans…’. “What I find fantastic is any notion that there are answers beyond the realm of science. The answers are there, you just have to know where to look!” The other moms watch our argument as if they’re watching a tennis game.
He flashes me a wry grin. “That’s why they put the ‘I’ in FBI.” ‘Huh, so he’s with the Feds? I wonder where he keeps his gun. Well, I know where I’d check first but… Okay that’s enough. I wonder how many Hail Mary’s Father George will make me say for what’s going on inside my head.
Felix comes running down the stairs at this moment and wraps his arms around his dad’s legs. “Well thank you for this fantastic point of view, I’ll see you tomorrow ladies. Miss Scully.” He tips his imaginary hat to us and walks Felix back to the car. The little boy turns and waves at me, briefly. I smile and wave back.
My mood has miraculously improved during this odd bit of conversation and I bid the PTA moms goodbye as well, walking over to my bike to head home.
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[Felix]
“Hey dad, what did you and Miss Scully talk about back there?” I need to know. Please don’t let it be something embarrassing. Dad smiles at me in the rear view mirror.
“I asked her if she believed in aliens!”
“Noooo DAD, please tell me you didn’t!” ‘This is even worse than I thought. Can I give him up for adoption?’Dad shrugs his shoulders.
“She was having a pretty bad day, I just wanted to cheer her up. I think I did a pretty good job, too, she did smile at the end didn’t she?” Okay that is kind of sweet and yes she did, maybe I’ll keep him after all. I decide to change the subject.
“Dad, can we go to a soccer game sometime?” I just found out at recess today that our school has a soccer team and I really want to see that game. There’s another reason, too, but I keep this bit of information to myself.
“Sure, just tell me when!”
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[ FM ]
During the week, I’m treated to various stories from Felix’s school day on the car ride home, but his favorite daily segment of the Felix Show is “Dad, Do You Know What Miss Scully Did Or Said Today?” I’m bat-shit crazy about her too, so I get where he’s coming from, but he’s downright obsessed and I worry that this kind of attachment is not healthy for a kid.
I talk this over with our therapist on Thursday, in a one-on-one session and she thinks that maybe because he lacks an emotionally available mother, he looked for a suitable substitute and found it in his teacher. I shouldn’t worry too much about it, she’s sure when it’s too much, that the teacher is capable of handling the situation. She also promised to talk to Felix next time, to maybe tone it down just a little.
Our time is up before I can tell her about my own concerns about this situation. How I’d like to ask her out on a date but I don’t know if I should because I don’t want my son to get hurt in the process. I’m too inexperienced in dating to know the proper ways to handle this and frankly, the thought of getting back into dating terrifies me a little too. Okay maybe a lot. Felix is not the only one who has been scarred by the divorce.
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[ Felix ]
“Dad! Do we have any glitter glue in the house?”
It’s Thursday night and I’ve been working on my project for hours, wanting to get it just right. I had asked dad to write out a text for an invitation for me and I copied it onto the paper carefully. Pleased, I look at the two invitations I made, I can’t wait to hand them out. I really really hope they’ll accept the invite. My dad’s voice is getting louder while he talks, he’s coming upstairs. He enters my room and looks over my shoulder.
“Yeah, it’s in one of the drawers in the office. Tell me again why you’re making extra invitations when we had official ones made this week?” For someone who spends the whole day at work getting into other people’s heads, he’s not very good at understanding people.
“Because I reallywant them to come, dad! They’re my special guests!”
“Well, if there’s glitter glue, they won’t be able to say no! You did a really good job, Felix.”
“I hope so, dad. I’m pretty sad that mom’s out of the country and grandma can’t make it either.” He strokes a hand over my head.
“I know, son. I’m sorry!”
Chapter 14 - Last Chance For Spotting A Rainbow
Notes:
I stole some lines from the pilot. Please don’t sue. They’re just too good. Asdldlgdf
Also, the scene in the beginning is not entirely made up, a version of it happened to me last year.
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transguyedgeworth · 4 years ago
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*rolls up to your blog in an office chair* heard you wanted head can- *chair gets caught on a rug and I faceplant*
- When they were kids Edgeworth slept over at Phoenix's house a couple times which is where he was introduced to ~video games~. It's so hard to get him to admit it but he loves games and always will. He takes a Nintendo DS with him on business trips so he can play the 2008 Steel Samurai game when he's had a hard day. He and Phoenix rely on each other to beat Zelda games. Phoenix is better at the puzzles and temples and Miles is...oddly enough incredible at combat and boss fights. (Never play smash bros with him he knows every combo).
- Miles thought he hated physical touch until he became involved with Phoenix and suddenly realized how touch starved he is. He's still uncomfy with PDA but when they're alone he is the biggest cuddle bug and no one can convince me otherwise.
-Phoenix had to get surgery once and when he came out of anesthesia this happened https://youtu.be/DiviQfLyQX4 Miles absolutely will not let him live it down
-When Phoenix first adopted Trucy she had a hard time sleeping alone because she was afraid that Phoenix would be gone when she woke up and another father would have left her. Phoenix would always let her sleep on his chest so she wouldn't get lonely or scared. Eventually her fears subside for the most part but Phoenix is always happy to let her sleep with him if she has a nightmare.
-Okay I don't have a specific headcannon for this but like...what happened to Miles' mom???
-Phoenix once had a terrible, vivid nightmare that Kristoff kidnapped and tortured Miles and Trucy and he wasn't able to save them. He woke up sobbing and drenched in sweat. After Miles was able to comfort him he gets a warm washcloth and gently cleans all the dried sweat off Phoenix. It's so tender and quietly intimate and Phoenix weeps. His head is in Miles' lap as he cleans Phoenix so he'll be more comfortable and every time Phoenix thinks about it he cries because he loves that man so much.
-Miles is a casual birdwatcher.
-Every thanksgiving Phoenix and Trucy watch a TERRIBLE comedy together and eat cheese whiz on whatever is in their pantry.
"I'm thankful for this fake cheese". "and I'm thankful I didn't make this movie!"
-Phoenix and Maya always spend the anniversary of Mia's death together. They swap stories about her, even if they've already heard them before. Mia always feel especially close to them on those days.
-Phoenix and Maya have matching bi pride pins.
-Phoenix likes to eat froot loops with grape juice instead of milk. He enjoys the horrified looks he gets from his friends.
*gets back in my chair, super embarrassed* okay byyyeeeee
DONT BE EMBARRASSED THESE ARE SO FUCKING GOOD!!! seriously you guys are so rad and have so many fantastic ideas... weeps..... 
LITERALLY I HAD SOME OF THESE IDEAS BEFORE TOO!!!! like the concept of phoenix and edgeworth (and maybe larry too but he’s on thin ice) having sleepovers when they were little is something i think about an unhealthy amount.... AND MILES BEING CUDDLY TOO!!! i think the concept of him learning to enjoy stuff like snuggling with his husband and playing video games is so so precious and important because it shows how much he’s growing now that mvk isn’t around to emotionally stunt him. AND THE BIRDWATCHING!!! i talked to my partner about this and we agreed that he would TOTALLY get really into that shit after he and phoenix retired. like overall both of their lives have been a shitshow, they’ve earned the right to be boring for a change fjdnfd
as for miles’ mom, the only ideas i have for that are kinda boring and generic: she probably either died when miles was young (during childbirth or something) or left gregory shortly after miles was born. i’m leaning towards the death thing though because like. who in their right mind would leave gregory edgeworth?? that man is a catch and a half.
man. fucking.. “man wakes up after surgery and hits on his wife”... that would totally be something phoenix would do, specifically the “holy shit i hit the jackpot” kind of stuff. he just loves his husband! and he thinks he’s hot!! he is such a good partner and he’d be totally respectful of miles’ boundaries and stuff and they would take SUCH GOOD CARE OF EACH OTHER!!!! the part about miles comforting him after a nightmare... god tier. he’s returning the favor from when phoenix would comfort him for years when his recurring nightmare reared its ugly head again. 
and YES PHOENIX AND MAYA BISEXUAL MLM/WLW SOLIDARITY. their friendship is so so important and it makes perfect sense that they would spend the anniversary of mia’s death together since she’s the reason they even met in the first place... they’re practically siblings in my eyes, big brother/little sister energy coming off of these two big time.
i also think phoenix would indeed be a fantastic dad but i can’t really say much more about it since i haven’t played apollo justice and don’t really know a ton about trucy so. but their father-daughter dynamic seems great from the stuff i’ve absorbed. also the dialogue for them on thanksgiving? a+ perfect spot-on, love it. phoenix would absolutely have the Worst taste in food so the cheese whiz and froot loops with grape juice feels so canon to me.
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the-final-sif · 5 years ago
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Best Jeanist Has Questions That Do Not Get Properly Answered aka reverse kidnapping au continues.
Alright, after the close call with Tomura decaying half UA’s stadium to free Katsuki from the chains, Katsuki doesn’t feel safe leaving Tomura hidden in his house while he’s at his internship.
He’ll have his own hotel room up there, so it’ll be fine. Tomura will just have to be careful.
Katsuki & Tomura get up to the area around the Best Jeanist agency without issue, and for the first day everything seems to be going okay.
Since Katsuki was “attacked by a dangerous villain” and “barely able to escape his restraints in time” during the sports festival, the event was framed as a serious failing on UA’s part.
Jeanist refers to it as such, and mentions they’ll be taking extra security measures since the villain that attacked Katsuki escaped.
Katsuki just has to grit his teeth and nod because he can’t tell anyone the truth, that Tomura was only trying to recuse him. And also lives with him.
It’s all fine and good until,,, Katsuki reaches the end of the day and is ready to go back to his hotel room, and Jeanist says he’ll be escorting him there & meeting him there in the morning.
For safety.
From the “villain” who attacked him.
Whose staying at his hotel room.
Who he does not want Jeanist to know about.
Katsuki has to take a second to glare in the rough direction of god, because that asshole is laughing it up, he just knows he is.
Still, he’s sure it’s fine, Tomura will be in the room? Right? And Jeanist wouldn’t need to go in there.
Reluctantly he’s escorted back, but when they get to the hotel room, Jeanist pauses, tensing up, saying there’s someone in the room.
Fuck’s sake, Katsuki forgot the guy could sense fibers.
Okay, still not unsalvageable.
“Oh, my friend must’ve come by early. He lives up here, I told the hotel to give him a key if I got delayed or some shit like that.”
Jeanist is still wary, so Katsuki just opens the door and hopes that Tomura won’t freak out, calling out to his friend that he’s back.
Tomura shouts back, on his DS and thankfully dressed, and then he looks up and sees Jeanist and just freezes because he’s not supposed to be seen & heroes still kinda freak him out.
Jeanist notices this obviously, but has no reason to believe there’s anything up with Tomura besides being startled by the sudden appearance of a hero. He apologizes, says there’s nothing wrong, they just wanted to ensure Katsuki was safe.
Tomura nods quickly, and Katsuki takes over the situation, thanking Jeanist for walking him back (admittedly in a Katsuki way), and everyone moves on.
Throughout the week, Tomura tries to not be there when Jeanist is showing up, but sometimes he can’t avoid it so he sees Jeanist a few more times & grows at least semi-okay with the man’s existence.
Jeanist is a little worried about Tomura, the boy is very tense around him when Jeanist attempts to make polite conversation, Tomura’s answers were odd to say the least. He mentions living in an area that’s rather hard to access this hotel from despite being somewhat close by, yet he seems to come by every day. Katsuki and him certainly seem very close and comfortable with one another, but that’s a bit odd considering Katsuki said this was one of their few chances to see each other, and Jeanist learned quickly Katsuki struggles with most tech devices, meaning an online friendship is unlikely. And Tomura talks about his family vaguely and awkwardly.
But there’s no real chance for Jeanist to look into it. By the time internships are over, he finally gets a chance to look up the boy, but just the name “Tomura” isn’t enough to go off of, so he has to let it drop.
Things kinda go back to normal after that. School is okay, and summer is almost here!
And then Katsuki finds out about the summer training camp.
It’s not the end of the world, although it’s annoying, his parents should be gone on a trip the whole time so Tomura will be okay without him.
He and Tomura talk it over, and rationally they agree it should be just fine.
Irrationally, something about the camp leaves Tomura with a nasty feeling in the pit of his stomach.
He can’t explain it, it just feels like something’s bound to go wrong.
Turning on the news the day after Katsuki left, he gets to find out he was right in the worst possible way.
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beelsnack · 5 years ago
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Obey Me! Boys and the Hidden Talent You Wouldn’t Expect Them To Have
Lucifer: Honestly, they had thought it was just for decoration.
Considering how little the brothers actually used anything in the music room, they had just assumed most of the instruments in there were just for show. The only reason they were proved wrong was by sheer accident.
Their insomnia had been a hindrance back in the human realm, but now that the constant darkness of the Devildom had taken a hammer to their circadian rhythm, they found themselves wandering the halls of the House of Lamentation more and more frequently in the middle of the night. While they knew they weren’t the only one awake at this hour (they had made the mistake of wandering too close to Asmo’s room and discovered that his nights were very active) they typically were the only one out of their room.
It was their second pass around the first floor when they heard it. A faint, unfamiliar melody ringing softly down the hall. Before they realized what they were doing, their feet had brought them to the music room. When they peeked through the doorway, the sight made them freeze.
Lucifer was seated on a bench, eyes closed in an uncharacteristically serene expression. The soft candlelight shone behind him, making him look every bit like the angel he once was as his long, graceful fingers plucked skillfully at the strings of the harp. The song was hauntingly beautiful, much like Lucifer himself, and something about it made the human’s breath catch in their throat.
They hadn’t thought they made a noise, but demon hearing was something else. Lucifer’s eyes snapped open, hands halting over the strings as the two of them made eye contact. 
At first, it seemed like Lucifer was preparing to scold them, and they felt themself reflexively tensing. Instead, Lucifer’s expression softened.
“You should be in bed.” his voice betrayed how tired he was, even if he appeared just fine.
“I couldn’t sleep.” they murmured. Speaking too loudly might break the spell, and this gentle illusion would shatter.
“Hm.” he motioned them forward, patting the spot next to him. The bench was small enough to when they sat down, they were shoulder-to-shoulder with Lucifer. “I couldn’t sleep either.”
“I didn’t know you could play the harp.” they blurted out. Lucifer, caught off guard by their bluntness, stared down at them for a moment before sighing. A nostalgic smile pulled at his lips, and they found themself wishing he would smile like that more often. 
“A skill left over from the Celestial Realm. Playing always put me at ease.”
“Will you keep playing for me?”
He chuckled softly. “Of course. Shall I play a lullaby for the two of us?”
Mammon: “Are we done studying yet? This sucks!”
They didn’t even bother looking up from their textbook. Mammon had done more complaining than studying at this point, and they were honestly too worked up about passing this test tomorrow to worry about entertaining him.
“You can be done if you want, I’m going to keep going.” they mumbled. They talked big, but they had been reading the same sentence over and over again without taking in a single letter. They knew that it wasn’t really helping, but they were convinced that if they didn’t spend every last second studying the material, they were going to fail spectacularly. Honestly, after one semester of Potions, they were never going to complain about chemistry every again.
“You’re gonna ruin your eyes, at this rate.”
They nearly jumped out of their skin. When had Mammon gotten up? How had he gotten behind them without them noticing? Shit, maybe they did need to give it a rest.
“Alright, alright,” they sighed. “I’m not retaining any of this stuff anymore anyway - ow, fuck!” 
“What’s wrong?” Mammon sounded unnecessarily terrified, the big worrier.
“Nothing, nothing, sorry.” they brought a hand up to the back of their neck. “Been hunched over for too long, my neck and shoulders are mad at me.”
“Damn, human, you had me thinkin’ you were dyin’ or something.” he breathed out. “Here.”
“What are - “ they cut themselves off as Mammon’s warm hands settled on their shoulders. His thumbs worked soothing circles on the column of their neck before sliding down to work on their shoulder blades.
They felt their eyes slipping close without their consent. “Holy shit, Mammon.” they probably should be a bit more concerned with how breathy their voice sounded, but he was working wonders on their stiff muscles.
He knew just how much pressure to apply, just how to move his hands. The warmth of his palms seeped through their shirt, and they let out a sigh that might have sounded a bit like a moan.
“Hey, you can’t go makin’ those noises while I’m doin’ this.” his voice had gone just a bit lower. “You’re gonna make it awkward.”
“Sorry.” they muttered. “But you’re really good at this. You should open up a massage parlor. You would make a killing.”
“Heh, I thought about it.” he pulled his hands away, and they almost whined at the loss of contact. “But I don’t want to have to rub my hands over some crusty old bastard.”
“Oh well,” they shrugged. “Guess I’ll have to just keep you to myself then.”
Leviathan: “Hey, normie, open up!”
They considered ignoring him in favor of finishing up this very intense Pokemon battle, but it was pretty rare that Levi came to their room without texting them first. With a sigh, they shut their DS and hopped off of their bed to let him in.
“What’s up?” they leaned against the doorway.
“Didn’t you hear? That new MMO is having an exclusive pre-release event. Only the first 300 can get in! Go get set up, people have been talking about this new totally OP armor they’re going to - “
Levi cut himself, peering over their shoulder and wrinkling his nose. “What’s that?”
At first, they thought he was talking about their DS, but when they looked behind them, they realized what he meant.
“Ah, yeah.” the walked over to their bed and picked up the old stuffed dragon toy. They creadled him gently to their chest and frowned a little. “He got a little roughed up on his way to the Devildom. I had to get creative.”
The toy was clearly well loved, but the real attention-grabber was the piece of duct tape holding its front left leg to the rest of it. Little bits of fluff could be seen beneath the tape and it was clear that the repair job wasn’t going to last for much longer.
Leviathan clicked his tongue. “That’s never going to hold. Bring him over after the event tonight.”
“Why?” the human tilted their head, clutching the dragon tighter like they were afraid Levi was going to mercy-kill him.
“I’m going to fix him for you, duh.” there was a faint dusting of pink high on his cheekbones, and he looked away quickly. “I don’t like to bring my sewing stuff out of my room, I’ll lose it for sure.”
“You can sew?” they sounded incredulous. “Since when?”
“Th-there was a contest a while back. Whoever made the best TSL cosplay got to have a meet and greet with the cast of the movie.” Levi looked like he was about to catch fire now. “Of-of course, I couldn’t just go buy stuff, everyone knows the handmade stuff is better, so I learned how to sew.”
“Levi, that’s amazing!”
Levi blinked. “I-It is?”
“Duh!” they beamed up at him. “I could never do anything like that! I definitely owe you one if you can fix him up for me!”
“It’s not that big of a deal,” he muttered, staring down at his feet. How was he supposed to handle getting compliments like that?
“It is!” they placed their toy back on their bed in favor of wrapping their arms around Levi’s middle. “Thank you so much!”
“Whoa, hey! You can’t just d-do that all of a sudden!”
Satan: They quite enjoyed their study dates with Satan. The two of them could sit in amiable silence for hours and just focus on getting their work done. It was peaceful, and Satan never minded if they took a rest on his shoulder
As they struggled to keep their eyes open (a coffee break might be in order soon) they caught sight of something in the margins of Satan’s notebook.
It started as idle pencil marks in the corner of the page. Little spirals that slowly transformed into vines  winding their way down the side. Delicate little flowers soon began to bloom at random intervals until finally, in the bottom corner, Satan was in the middle of doodling a lotus flower.
“That’s so pretty.” they felt Satan jump as they broke the silence.
“What?” he blinked, refocusing. “Oh. Sometimes I don’t even realize I’m doing it.”
“I should have known you were a doodler.” they laughed. “I read somewhere that people who doodle in class actually retain more information.”
“Is that right?” Satan muttered, more to himself than anything. “That explains my notes in class. I wonder if there’s a reason I enjoy drawing outside of a learning environment?”
They nudged him before he got too deep in his own thoughts. “You’re allowed to just have a hobby, Satan. There’s no need to psychoanalyze it so much.”
Asmo: When they had admitted that they had never gotten their nails done, Asmo had wasted no time in whisking them away to his room. He insisted that everyone should have a manicure at least once in their life, sat them down on the chaise lounge in his bedroom and set to work.
Admittedly, they probably should be taking care of their nails better, and it was nice to have someone pamper them a little bit. They hadn’t really been expecting the hand massage at the end.
“Oh, you have earth hands, darling.” Asmo said as he worked his thumb into the center of their palm. “Reliable, stubborn, practical. Fits you to a T!”
“Huh?”
Asmo ignored them, continuing to analyze their hand. “Your love line starts under your index finger. Well, with seven partners, I should hope you’re content with your love life.”
“Asmo, what the hell?”
“Hm? Oh, sorry, darling.” Asmo laughed, tracing his finger in a circle in the center of their hand. “I suppose I should ask before I read your palm.”
“Is that what that was?” they asked. “I didn’t know you could do that.”
“Mm, there’s plenty of things I can do, my dear.” he practically purred. “An old lover of mine was a practiced chiromancer. I always thought it was fascinating, being able to read a person just by the lines on their hands, so I had them teach me. If nothing else, it’s a neat party trick.”
“Wow...” the human murmured, staring at their hand. “What else can you tell?”
Beelzebub and Belphegor: It had been decided long ago that Beel could not be trusted with cooking duty on his own. So the twins always had joint cooking duty.
It had also been decided that Belphegor couldn’t be trusted with waking up for cooking duty, so Lucifer tacked the human on as well.
None of them particularly minded it. Well, Belphie minded it a little, seeing as Beel had to literally fireman carry him to the kitchen. But all three of them worked well as a team.
It wasn’t terribly uncommon for Beel to hum to himself when he cooked. The kitchen was his element, and cooking always seemed to put him in a cheerful mood. It was uncommon, however, for Belphie to join in.
They hadn’t really been paying attention, simply registering the twins as background noise while they focused on their task. But soon, Beel’s humming turned to lyrics in a language that the human didn’t understand, but sent a shiver up their spine anyway.
Beel sang in a smooth baritone voice that they could feel thrumming through their chest. The human found themself closing their eyes and listening, nearly forgetting that they were supposed to be chopping up mandrake root.
They almost chopped their finger off when Belphie joined in.
When they turned around, the twins had their backs facing either other, but they had paused in their work. Both of them wore identical expressions of nostalgia - eyes closed, lips tugged upwards in a soft smile. Belphie’s soft, clear tenor mixed with Beel’s low timbre, and, despite not understanding a single word, the human felt goosebumps rise up their arms.
When they finished the song, the twins opened their eyes and looked at each other over their shoulder. Beel honestly looked like he was going to cry out of sheer joy. 
“It’s been a while since we sang together.” Beel grinned.
“At least a century.” Belphie nodded, shaking his head. “I’m surprised my voice hasn’t broken.”
“I feel like I’m intruding on a family moment, here.” the human muttered. They honestly hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but by the time they realized, it was too late. The twins had turned their gazes on them like they had just stood on the table and started screaming.
“What’re you talking about?” Belphie drawled.
“You are family.” Beel smiled, crossing the kitchen in three strides to ruffle their hair. “So you can’t be intruding.”
They stuck their tongue out at Beel, ducking out from underneath his hand. “Can you two teach me that song?”
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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years ago
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Survey #463
“the siren sings a lonely song of all the wants & hungers  /  the lust of love, a brute desire”
Describe the person that you would like to be in three years. I want my mental health to be in great condition, I really want to be in much better physical shape, ideally be living with somebody in our own place, have a job I'm happy with, have an improved social life, my own license and car... Think back to when you first met your significant other (or ex). Was your first impression of them accurate? It's funny, I honestly don't remember what my first impression of Girt was. I don't even recall our first interaction. I'm sure it was most likely that he was friendly, because he is and always has been. What is your most noticeable personality trait? Probably that I'm really, really shy. What kind of natural disaster is most common where you live? Hurricanes. Which of your family members do you resemble the most? I guess one of my immediate sisters? People tend to say stuff like they can definitely tell we're related. Have you ever had an animal get into your attic? No. Who knows you better than anyone else? Hell, probably whoever reads these. When was the last time you started a “new chapter” of your life? I guess you could call dating Girt a "new chapter." I have a much, much stronger feeling of this attempt being more successful than the last now that I've been able to change my angle on how I see him. What’s the most expensive thing your car needed to get done? I don't have my own vehicle and never have. If you had a thousand dollars to spend on a pricey brand you like but can’t really afford (until now of course), which ONE brand would you choose? *shrug* Most products of highly expensive brands I find hideous anyway. Do you still talk to any of your old teachers? Yeah. One is a close family friend and actually our landlord. Does your family still use the home phone or are you all on cell phones now? We haven't had a landline is yeeeeaaarrrrsssss. Ever go to another school’s prom? No; my boyfriend went to the same school as me. Do you ever venture into the woods? What do you normally do there? No; we live in the city now. :/ When I DID live in the woods, I absolutely loved wandering around with my camera for stuff to take pics of. Does your significant other ever make you mix CDs? None ever have but omg I wish that would be adorable. How did you dress your freshman year of high school? I was one of them emo kids. Would you ever date your best friend of the opposite sex? WELP that's what I'm doing lol. Would you say you have a high sex drive or not so much? I'd call it normal? Higher sometimes, lower other times, but not to either extreme. Come with an unpopular opinion. Silent Hill: Homecoming is a great game and while there's a lot of fan service from the movie, it belongs in the series. It's actually my second (or third)-favorite installment. Most of the SH community absolutely hate that game. What’s the worst thing a friend has either done or said to you? A lot of shit Colleen would say if we got into arguments. She'd ridicule effects of my depression, said I'd never know what it's like to pay my own bills, stuff like that. She's hateful as fuck and everything cut deep. What’s fake about you? Like extensions, fake nails, botox etc. Nothing physical. If you got the chance, would you audition for a reality show? No. Have you ever gotten into a Facebook fight? More than once. What’s the cheesiest thing you’ve ever experienced irl? Hm, I'm unsure. Favorite flavor of jelly bean? Probably watermelon. Do you use Tinder? If yes, have you ever met up with someone you matched? No. You do you, but if I understand Tinder correctly, it just seems... really shallow to me. Like don't you JUST see their picture to decide if you're interested or not? It just enforces the false belief that appearance really matters in love. You just poured your heart out to your crush and all he/she does is respond “k”. What do you respond/do? Well, I don't have a crush anymore; my boyfriend and I literally exchanged "I love you"s last night. That's not a crush. But for the sake of the question, I'll imagine I was single and this happened, in which case I would be both hurt and annoyed. Like, either tell me you return the feelings or not. It's not hard. What's your favorite thing to order from McDonald’s? I usually get a quarter pounder w/ cheese or a McDouble, occasionally with a small or medium fry, depending on how hungry I am. When do you feel your sexiest? Never, hunny. What's your favorite emoji? I don't really have one? It just depends on what the situation calls for. What’s your skincare routine? I don't really have one... I just use a washcloth to clean my face. Who all out of your immediate family smokes? My dad and stepmom. Do you like incense or candles better? Incense, totally. Do you respect your parents? Yeah. What’s your bf/gf’s name? It's technically Donald Jr., but since high school, I've known him as Girt, a nickname I won't explain for his privacy. Do you wear glasses? Yeah. Do you like The Beatles? I honestly don't. Except "Hey, Jude." What was the last reason you got excited? Last night. When we were saying goodbye, I was scared to, but I told Girt I loved him, and he immediately said it back confidently. My heart did like five flips. I'm still over the moon about it. Yes, we just got back together, but we've been in each other's lives as a constant since HS, and after changing my angle of how I looked at him, it's not at all platonic anymore. Do you know anyone who drinks the pickle juice from the jar? Sara does alskdjfklwejrl;er Name something crazy that’s happened recently? Uhhhh... I dunno. My life is very uneventful to have something really "crazy" happen. Can you say for a fact that you’re happy right now? I'm happy about some things, but also nervous and self-doubtful. Have you ever zip lined? No, but they look fun. I'd just be really scared of losing my grip. If you broke your computer, would you be able to fix it on your own? Ha, no. Have you ever been on a boat and got sick? No, but the one time I was at the beach and on a boat riding to an island, I was TERRIFIED I was going to get sick because of the waves. I didn't, thankfully. Did you sleep well last night? For the most part. My new mask might just be working. Do your parents try and plan your life for you? Not at all. Do you have any pictures of you kissing someone? Yes. List two things about yourself that you find embarrassing. My weight and how dark my leg hair is. Do you like to cuddle with your pet when you are sad? Yes. Do you find piercing attractive or unattractive? h o t Do you have any secret hiding spots in your room? To put money, yes. Do you like parmesan cheese on your spaghetti? Ew, no. I don't like parmesan. Does your best girl friend have any talents that you don’t? Yeah. She can animate well, for one. And sing like a fucking champ. Do you have any video game systems in your room? Which one(s)? My Nintendo DS Lite is in here. Well, and my laptop is a gaming one. What color eyes does the last person you kissed have? ... Oh WOW I've known this man for a fuckin decade and somehow I'm not sure??? But I want to say light blue? Have you ever taken a ride in a helicopter? No. Have you ever visited hot springs? No. How slowly or quickly would you say you eat? I'm aware I eat too fast, because my mom will point it out almost without fail if we eat in sight of each other. I'm not a messy eater at all, just... fast. Chewing your food and swallowing isn't a complex task. I've made active efforts to slow down, I just haven't been able to succeed. It doesn't feel normal. That and I've come to discover that when I chew food TOO much, I don't like the mushy texture of it in my mouth. What did you do the last time you were with friends? Yesterday Girt and I planned to watch shitty Netflix anime for some laughs, but we wound up starting Attack on Titan, which I am officially pretty into. What kind of cologne/perfume do you like the opposite sex to wear? I don't care if they wear any or not, so long as they know how to clean themselves and therefore not actually smell bad. If you celebrate Christmas, do you get a real tree or an artificial tree? We always use a fake one. Is there someone who means a lot to you but they don’t know that? My sisters probably don't, really... Is money important to you? Live your whole life poor and I want to see you answer "no" to this. Have you ever watched a meteor shower? No. Do you like Slim Jims? LOOOOOOOVE them. Would you rather write a mystery or love story? Love story. Are you muscular? No. Working for it. Do you have one of those removable hand-held shower heads? Yes. Originally, this house didn't, but I hated it so much that Mom bought one. How many burners does your stove have? Four. Has your car ever been broken into? Mom's hasn't.
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superwho-am-i-kidding · 3 years ago
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Raise the Stakes (PART 2)
This chapter includes warnings! Major character death, as well as graphic depiction of violence. Please be cautious when reading.
(PART 1) (PART 3)
Always open for requests! Find prompts on my page, or send in your own! At work on the ones already submitted. Thank you!
Bill finally hung up his coat, rubbing his forehead in exhaustion. What was supposed to be an overnight shift turned into sixteen hours of nonstop work. He managed to text Alec a few times throughout the night, updating him as the hours wore on. He grabbed his phone and keys from the lounge and made his way to the parking lot. After locking the car doors, he dialed Alec’s number. “I’m finally done,” he said.
“You sound tired.”
“I am tired.”
“Why don’t you get something to eat on the way home?”
Bill closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. “My head hurts, Alec. I just want to go home and lay down.”
“Alright. Drive carefully, I don’t want you falling asleep and getting yourself hurt.”
“I’ll be fine, Alec.”
Alec sighed. “I love you, angel. With all my heart… and pacemaker.”
Bill laughed, turning the ignition on. “I love you too, Alec. See you soon.”
“Yeah, I–” Bill heard the doorbell ring. “I have to go. It’s probably Miller with more paperwork. Love you.”
“I love you– Alec?” Bill looked at his phone when the line went dead. “Weird,” he muttered, tossing his phone aside. He began the drive home, but his stomach grumbled. Bill pulled into the parking lot of a local café. He sat down to enjoy a couple pastries and a cup of hot tea. He sighed, inhaling the scented steam before taking a slow sip.
Bill texted Alec to see if he wanted anything brought home, but there was no reply. Bill waited another ten minutes before standing and returning to his car. His headache had lessened with the help of the tea, but it was still crying out for pain medication and a good nap. Within another few minutes, Bill was turning the last corner into the neighborhood. He was more than ready to collapse into Alec’s arms and sleep for a day.
His heart sped up a bit when he saw a cluster of vehicles parked outside his home. Alec wasn’t kidding. Ellie must’ve brought everyone along with her. He parked as close as he could, eyeing all the officers that were darting about on his lawn. “Ellie!” he called.
She turned, her face pale and streaked with tears. “Bill? What are you doing here?”
“I live here… what’s going on?”
“I thought you were in America.”
“Got home yesterday. Is Alec alright?”
Ellie’s eyes darted back to the house. “He, uh–”
Bill cursed. “I told him to take his heart medication. But he never listens to me. Let me go stick the damn pill down that stubborn man’s throat.”
“Bill–”
“He hates being surrounded, especially when it involves medical personnel. Do you know how long it took him to trust me? Even when we started dating, he didn’t want to be alone with me.” Bill was marching his way across the lawn. “I suppose that he was just nervous about being around a doctor. I didn’t know he had a heart condition then, but he was right to assume I would become the overprotective doctor once I found out.”
“Bill, you can’t go in there–” Ellie tried desperately to get him to stop walking.
“Ellie, I’m a doctor. He’ll feel much more comfortable with me than with these other paramedics…” His voice trailed off when he moved around an ambulance and saw crime scene tape flanking the front door. “Ellie? What–?” He stared wide-eyed at the teams of police moving in and out of his home. “What’s going on?”
“Bill… I don’t know where to start,” Ellie looked close to tears again as she put a hand on Bill’s shoulder. “Alec, he…”
“He what?” Bill prompted. “What happened to–?” His eyes widened when he read the lettering on the back of the jacket that disappeared inside the house. White block letters stood out against the black of the entryway.
CORONER
Bill scrambled from Ellie’s grip. “Alec? Alec!” An officer he didn’t know held him back as he began screaming the detective’s name. “Let me in there! His heart–”
“It wasn’t his heart,” Ellie said quietly, moving to stand between Bill and the officer. “He was working a high-profile case… He knew the risks…”
“What case? The only one he’s working on that I know of is…” Bill’s eyes widened in terror. “The Butcher! Alec!” he screamed; his voice desperate. “Alec!”
His head snapped towards a pair of officers pulling Ellie aside. “We found eleven 9-millimeter bullet casings near the body. He didn’t even know what hit him.”
“Bul–?” Bill sputtered, his knees buckling. “Bullets? Body?” He turned his head as the black jackets reappeared, a gurney between them. “No. No!” He shoved through the forensics, forcing his way next to the bag. “It can’t be him!” He tugged feverishly at the zipper, his hands shaking. Officers began to pull him away, but he locked gazes with a pair of glassy brown eyes and limp hair stained red. He screamed.
And screamed.
Ellie had to drag him away from the coroners, forcing him to sit on the grass. Bill’s body collapsed, sobs beginning to rip their way from his throat. He clung to Ellie, crying and screaming in agony. She held him, her own shoulders shaking. Time passed around Bill in waves, sometimes moving quickly. Sometimes, he could feel the hours dragging on through each passing second.
He wasn’t sure how he ended up at the town hall, standing next to Ellie as the Chief Superintendent gave a press conference. “Detective Inspector Alec Hardy was found murdered in his home this morning. He was shot eleven times.” Bill forced himself to suppress a gag. “We believe his death is linked directly to the escape of the Broadchurch Butcher. We will not rest until this man is caught and brought to justice.”
Bill was ushered to Ellie’s house, his feet moving without thinking. It wasn’t until he had a cup of tea in his hands that he realized he was in Ellie’s living room. Fred was on the couch next to him, solemnly keeping watch over the distraught man. Bill stared blankly into the teacup watching his reflection swirl in the murky liquid. He was going to have to plan the funeral.
Ellie came into the room and sat down on a chair across from him. “We’re already taking care of it.”
“What?” Bill looked up.
“The funeral,” Ellie said. “We’ve got it. He left a copy of his will in his desk at the station in case he–” She stopped, meeting Bill’s near-hysterical eyes. “In case something happened to him in the line of duty.” She swallowed. “He knew it was a risk to take on the Butcher a second time.”
“So why did he?” Bill’s voice cracked. “Why couldn’t he have just stayed home with me?” Ellie moved to hug him. Bill let himself be enveloped in her arms as he burst into tears. “I hate him!” he cried. “I hate him!”
Ellie held him tighter. “Let me get you something to eat. You need it.”
“I’m not hungry,” Bill sniffed. “I just want to go to sleep.” Ellie nodded, gently pushing Fred out of the room. Bill lay down on the couch, facing the backing. Maybe if he pretended, Alec would appear behind him at the edge of the couch. His daydream lasted for a week until the funeral. Even then, what was going on didn’t hit him until he got into the elevator in his black suit.
He stepped into the funeral parlor, trying not to show how badly he was trembling. He made his way next to the casket, forcing himself not to look inside. He didn’t care if it would be the last time he would see Alec on this planet. He wasn’t going to see him like that. As Ellie made her way to him, Bill pulled out a small, black box. “He never got to wear it,” Bill said, opening the box to reveal a detailed gold band. “Will you give it to him? He’ll be so excited to see it when he wakes up.”
“Bill…” Ellie sighed.
“I know!” Bill screamed, startling everyone in the room. “I know, okay? I know he’s not going to wake up,” Bill’s face was getting redder by the moment, “I know a third of his skull is missing because it got blown to shit in my kitchen! I know they did their best, but I know it doesn’t look like him. He wouldn’t have wanted this.”
“He requested an open casket in his will.”
“Yeah,” Bill scoffed bitterly. “Bet he didn’t expect to lose his head in the line of duty. I can’t stay here anymore,” Bill said. “I’ll head to the– Ellie!” he shoved the DS out of the way, screaming when a flash of hot pain tore through his stomach. He looked down at the knife protruding from his stomach, looking back up when he heard shouts. Bill fell to his knees the same time the man who stabbed him was tackled to the ground.
“It’s the Butcher!” someone screamed.
“We’ve got him!”
“Bill!” a couple voices called his name. He looked at Ellie, then behind her to the man in uniform with a full beard. A familiar Scottish brogue and a pair of warm brown eyes glittered with panic as the beard was torn away. “Angel!”
Bill let himself be caught in a set of lean arms. “Al…?” His breathing hitched as his heart sped up in anger. “You fucking… kilt bastard…” he muttered to the man above him before the blackness dragged him down.
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welllpthisishappening · 5 years ago
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Feeling As Good As Love
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Emma is excited about this weekend.
It's always good — this thing they do, with the house and the ocean and the friendship that seems to stand the test of time. But now, there's an added bonus. Because this year she and Killian aren't just coming to the house on the beach with that friendship moniker hanging over them. They're coming as a couple.
A real couple. That kisses. Regularly. And Emma's excited about that too.
She just didn't expect her friends not to believe her.
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Rating: Teen, with kissing and some friendship-type swearing Word Count: 5.8 K AN: Listen, this is absolutely the fault of @shireness-says​​ who I realize I keep blaming for things, but she keeps sending me prompts and like...it’s her fault. So basically the prompt was “Okay but like what about a reverse fake dating trope? Like, two people who are together and go home to their families at Christmas but can’t convince anyone that they’re really a couple & everyone thinks it’s a joke.” It’s not Christmas, because it is May right now, but no one believes Emma and Killian want to kiss each other right on the mouth. At all times. I’m me, so naturally they set out to prove otherwise. 
And I think this puts Panic! At the Disco in the lead for lyrics as titles. 
Also on Ao3 if that’s how you roll
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“You know, you don’t actually have to do this.”
Emma doesn’t let go of the plate in her hand, but her eyebrows furrow slightly and Mary Margaret actually has the gall to blush. There are soap suds on her elbow. “Wash the dishes?” Emma quips. “Nuh uh, I’m totally doing this, then I won’t have to do it the rest of the weekend.”
It’s a thing, this annual thing they do — renting a house out East, after Memorial Day, but a few weeks before the tourists descend on the Hamptons and the beaches and the vineyards on the North Fork. And it’s fun, it’s always been fun, college friends and an almost ridiculous amount of alcohol, although none of it ever comes from those vineyards on the North Fork because they’re not actually made of money. 
It’s also the first time Emma has brought someone with her. 
Kind of. 
Killian always comes with them, has been part of the group for as long as she can remember, because he’s been friends with David for as long as she can remember, but this not-so-annual thing the two of them are doing, is pretty new and even more exciting and she might actually be in—
They’ll get there, she’s sure. Presumably after she finishes washing the dishes. 
And once Mary Margaret stops staring at her like that.
“Ok,” Emma sighs, shaking her hair off her shoulder for fear of her own issues with soap suds. “What’s your damage?” “Are you quoting things at me?” “Yes, because I don’t understand what’s happening and when I am confused I fall back on tried and true movie quotes. So, c’mon Winona Ryder, what’s your damage?” “Her name wasn’t actually Winona Ryder in the movie,” Mary Margaret points out. 
Emma rolls her eyes. With her whole head. “I know you’re not drunk yet,” she says, “because Scarlet and Phillip aren’t back from the liquor store yet—” “—Them having to go to the liquor store at all seems to suggest that we’ve already blasted through our liquor supply. Which, you know, that’s kind of troubling. For us, as people.” “Did you say blasted?” Emma asks, and whatever sound she makes is less a laugh and more like general misunderstanding. Maybe Mary Margaret has been body-snatched. “Like that’s a genuine word you used in this real-life conversation. That the two of us are having.” “Yeah, speaking of two of us…” “Were we?” Mary Margaret grabs a glass. With maybe a bit more force than absolutely necessary, all but yanking the towel off her shoulder, and Emma’s not moving so it’s almost impressive when it feels like her mind trips over itself a bit. While trying to figure out what the hell is going on. 
There are footsteps coming towards them. 
“Ah,” Ruby says, leaning against the kitchen door frame. “Are we doing this then?”
Emma’s jaw cracks when it drops open. 
Mary Margaret grits her teeth. 
She’s totally going to break that glass. 
And that will inevitably piss off Regina. She’s the one who booked this house. AirBnB, whatever. All Emma knows is that she made sure both her and Killian’s payments were Venmo’ed to Regina almost on time and that her nearly-serious boyfriend who she might genuinely be in—whatever with has a habit of over packing socks. 
Killian brought no less than twenty-four pairs of socks with him. For one weekend. Four days, three nights. With her. In one room. 
It’s the first time they’ve ever been away together. And now this is happening. Whatever this is.
“That’s not an answer,” Ruby continues, five steps  and one jump until she’s perched on the edge of what may actually be a marble counter. “He’s playing some stupid video game with David, anyway, so it’s not like we’re going to be interrupted.” “What video game?” Mary Margaret asks. Neither she nor Ruby flinch when Emma throws her hands in the air. 
Soap suds land on several different cabinet doors. 
There are an obscene number of cabinets in his house. 
“They’re really serious about Mario Party,” Emma says, like it’s obvious. It kind of is. She knows for a fact that David had texted Killian about bringing his DS with him that weekend, mostly because she was lying next to him when he got the text. “And seriously—what is going on with you guys? Was this conversation preordained?” Ruby clicks her teeth. “More like a discussion was had in passing, but—” She cuts herself off when Mary Margaret’s cheeks flames. “Look at you,” Ruby accuses, “you’re not helping at all. Emma is going to think we were gossiping.” “Weren’t we?” Mary Margaret counters. 
“I mean—well, gossip is such a dirty word and this...Em, you don’t have to fake on our behalf.”
Emma blinks. Once. Then does it again. She flutters her fingers, which only leaves a bit of moisture clinging to her pants, and that’s a little annoying. Not as annoying as the prospect of her two best friends gossiping about something she still doesn’t understand, but that’s neither here nor there. 
“Say words,” she demands. “In something vaguely resembling a sentence.”
Ruby squeezes one eye shut. “It’s just—ok, we know that there are couples up here and Regina and Locksley are in the middle of full-on wedding plans, which is—you know, it’s annoying and opulent. Is that a good word?” Emma lifts her eyebrows. 
Mary Margaret’s cheeks look like they’re half a second from combusting, they’re that red. 
And Ruby isn’t done. 
“Plus, y’know me and Dor are obviously pretty fucking cute and M’s and David stare longingly at each other every moment of every day.” “That’s not true,” Mary Margaret objects, but both Ruby and Emma make near-identical sounds of disagreement and she suddenly seems very preoccupied with her feet. 
“All we’re saying,” Ruby adds, “is that we get it if you felt like you had to show up with—you know, someone special. But...this is—” “—Silly,” Mary Margaret finishes. 
Emma can’t move her eyebrows any more. If she does her actual eyes are liable to fall out, and then Regina won’t get her deposit back and that will only end badly. 
Eyeballs on the kitchen floor presumably aren’t covered in incidentals. 
“What” Emma breathes, “are you talking about?”
Ruby scrunches her nose that time. “It’s just—you and Jones? Really? Like, c’mon, if you were going to pick someone to play boyfriend, there had to be someone better.” Emma is going to have to write Regina a check for damages done to this house. Whatever rushes down her spine is a mix of sudden and rather jarring anger and complete disbelief at what she’s just heard, the words bouncing around her brain like they’ll be able to find a more legitimate order that way. 
Head on a swivel, Emma gapes at the two other people in the kitchen, dimly aware of what sounds like an exceptionally competitive round of Mario Party. 
“You can’t be serious,” Emma says, voice low and, she hopes, as threatening as possible. 
Ruby shrugs. She’s running the gamut of bodily-movement reactions, it seems. “You guys have known each other forever and now you’re going to date? You hated each other when you first met. When’s the last time you and Jones spent time together alone?” “When I spend the night at his apartment. Like last night.”
“Nah, c’mon, who do you think we are, Em? Idiots?” “Apparently,” she shouts, and there goes any sense of threat. Now she just sounds a little unhinged, the word practically snapping out of her and Mary Margaret visibly recoils. Emma pinches the bridge of her nose. “So, wait, wait, wait, let me get this straight. The two of you,” she waves an aggressive hand between them, “legitimately believe that Killian and I are faking our relationship because I feel bad that Robin and Regina are disgustingly in love?”
Mary Margaret lets out a breath, even as her eyes flit towards Ruby. “Not just them,” she reasons. “Everyone’s always kind of paired off here and you’re…” “Oh my God.” “We’re not trying to be insulting.” “And yet,” Emma grumbles, tugging her hands down either one of her cheeks and no doubt leaving angry red streaks in her wake. That’s good. She’s angry. And confused. And angry. And she’d kind of like to make out with her boyfriend. 
This was supposed to be the weekend she got to make out with her boyfriend. And tell her friends that she and Killian had been dating for months. 
There’d been a plan. 
They'd talked about it. 
Nowhere in that plan did either one of them expect their friends to think they were lying. 
That’s a confusing sentence. Emma is very confused. 
Maybe she’d been onto something with the body-snatching idea before. 
“This is insane,” she mutters, mostly to herself and at some point she’s started pacing. “This is—you know Killian and I have been dating for like..a really long time. It’s not like we’ve tried to hide it. You guys are just unobservant.” Ruby doesn’t look convinced. “Name one date you have been on.” “Excuse me?” “One date. Name one date that you have been on with Killian.” “I don’t have to prove myself to you! Or my relationship.” “And yet,” Ruby echoes, expression turning particularly pleased. Emma resists the very real urge to knock her off the counter. 
Emma screws her mouth shut, mind racing to find something really good, but she hadn’t been entirely prepared for show-and-tell and the noises in the living room are actually starting to get very loud. 
Ruby makes a pitying noise in the back of her throat. 
“No, no, no,” Emma stammers, gaping at her and a still-flushed Mary Margaret. “I just—ok, ok, I had that police officer’s dinner. Two weekends ago. Fancy dress and ties were required and all that? Killian came with me.” “As a date?” Mary Margaret asks. “What else would he come as?” “Your friend,” she suggests. “Like he’s done for the last three years.” “Yeah, but there was no ripping off of each other’s clothes those other years! It was—passionate! Heated, even. No, God—Ruby stop laughing, this isn’t funny.”
Ruby holds up a hand in what Emma can only assume is surrender, but then she notices just how much her shoulders are shaking and she’s definitely trying not to laugh so, like, game on or whatever. “No, no, definitely not funny,” Ruby agrees. The words wobble out of her. “But like—heated, honestly. You and Jones?” “We can be heated! We can be hot! For each other, specifically.” “Em, this is almost getting embarrassing.”
“I will kick you,” Emma warns. “Like, really hard.” Mary Margaret rests a hand on Emma’s shoulder before she can take another step forward, an expression that’s in the realm of motherly and comforting and it might be the worst thing in the world. At least on Long Island. Possibly the Tri-State area. 
“This is not embarrassing,” Mary Margaret promises. “That’s not a word we agreed on.” Emma growls. “So it was preordained?” “We just want to make sure you’re happy. And that you and Killian don’t feel like you need to—” Another shrug. One of them is going to dislocate a shoulder sooner or later. “Put on airs for us. It’s just us. No judging.” “Say that again,” Emma challenges.
Mary Margaret exhales. “We’re not judging. We only have your best interests at heart, both of you. And it’s not as if you two have ever really showed you were interested.” Of all the things that could possibly be the last straw in this conversation, Emma is almost pleasantly surprised to realize it’s that particular sentence. 
She rolls Mary Margaret’s hand off her. 
“We are constantly touching each other,” she hisses, a little concerned by the red that’s started to cloud the edge of her vision. “He is always putting his arm around me. I sat on his leg when we were drinking before!” “But that’s just normal,” Ruby argues, and Emma genuinely has no idea what she does at that. It hurts, at least, the sound that races out of her and the burst of heat in her chest, which can’t be healthy and presumably is what, finally, draws Killian to the kitchen. 
His eyes sweep the scene as soon as he steps on the linoleum floor, one side of his mouth ticking up when he meets Emma’s gaze. 
“You ok, love?” “No,” she sneers. “Can you tell these idiots that we’re into each other?” “Wait, what?” Emma waves both her hands again, snarling at her friends. Ruby barely blinks. “We were only telling Emma that we, uh—” “—They don’t think we’re dating,” Emma finishes. Killian freezes. From the top of his head to his obviously sock-covered feet. 
He stops and stares and stares some more and then—
He laughs. Loudly. Uproariously. Head thrown back and shoulders heaving, desperately trying to catch his breath while the laughter bounces off the kitchen walls and settles into Emma’s soul, which is admittedly a little melodramatic, but this has been the strangest fifteen minutes of her life and she still really wants to kiss her boyfriend. 
It’s nice to know she still has her priorities straight, at least. 
“What is happening right now?” Mary Margaret murmurs, as Killian wipes away the tears that have fallen on his cheeks. 
“Sucks not to know, doesn’t it?” Emma snaps. “Wait, wait,” Ruby says quickly, “is this laughter at our question or at the prospect of dating Emma, because if it's the second one, that kind of seems like a dick move, Jones.” Killian scoffs, and it only takes three more steps for him to be in Emma’s space with his arm around her shoulder and his lips ghosting over the top of her hair. She widens her eyes at Ruby. “It is not laughter at the prospect of dating my girlfriend, no,” Killian drawls. “Are you double checking on us, Lucas?” “You guys can’t be dating.” “Says who?” “Us,” Ruby cries, nearly falling off the counter when her limbs flail several different directions. “That’s—M’s you’ve got to back me up on this! It’s weird.” “Weird,” Killian echoes. “That I’m dating the person I like?” “When did you start liking Emma?” “I don’t think I have to tell you that.” Ruby lets out a triumphant sound, like she’s won something and Emma can’t imagine what the prize is in this situation, but it might be the genuinely ridiculous amount of alcohol Will and Phillip have seemingly just gotten back with. 
“Where is everyone?” Will yells, what looks like an actual crate propped up on his hip. He narrows his eyes when he takes in the kitchen and the half-finished dishes, gaze darting Ruby’s direction. 
She curses. Loudly. 
“Not exactly subtle, is he?” Killian mutters, mostly to Emma. She turns into his side, curling both arms around his middle, so he’ll kiss the top of her hair again, but maybe to prove a point and Mary Margaret may never stop looking at her feet. 
“You guys going to be weird about this?” Will asks. “Now that we know you’re faking?” “No one is faking anything,” Emma objects. “Sure you’re not. Did you come up with a relationship backstory on your way up her? That’s kind of rom-com, don’t you think, Em?” “We didn’t have to come up with anything! We are living the rom-com.” “You and Jones?” “Me and Killian.” “You know you guys only have one bed in your room,” Ruby chips in, apparently missing some form of self-preservation. “Is that going to be a problem?” Killian shakes his head. “We’re definitely going to use that one bed. Thoroughly.” “My brother is here,” Emma mumbles. He smirks at her. “But,” she adds, “we’re definitely going to use that bed. With the condoms that we brought.” Mary Margaret makes a strangled noise, Will chuckling while Ruby continues to curse and David demands to know why isn’t anyone giving me something to drink so I can fuck up Wario right now?  
“He brings up a very good point, Swan,” Killian grins, and Mary Margaret sounds like she’s choking now. Serves her right. 
Emma hums. “Is that even how the game works?” “Only one way to find out, right?” “Something like that, for sure.” He flashes another smile, eyes bright enough that for half a second Emma forgets everything that’s happened in that kitchen and she still has dishes to watch, pressing up on her toes as soon as Killian ducks his head. 
Their friends boo. 
She flips them all off. 
And it’s honestly not bad for the rest of the night — there are more discussions of how to properly play Mario Party and an almost alarming amount of alcohol, most of it horribly mixed by Aurora and Ruby, but no one mentions fake dating again, and Emma’s grateful for that. Until they all traipse upstairs to go to bed and there’s really only one bed and both Regina and Mary Margaret stare just a little too long before Emma closes the door behind her. 
It takes her about fourteen seconds to get mad again. “Go ahead,” Killian chuckles, dropping onto the edge of that one bed so he can tug off his socks. She seriously cannot cope with his socks. 
“I’m sorry, what?” “I know you’ve been waiting to curse them up one side and down the other, so let’s have your worst.” “It’s stupid that you know that.” 
He nods, lips pursed as he crooks a finger at her. Emma huffs, but moves into the space between his legs almost immediately, Killian’s hands on her hips and hers on his shoulders and she takes far too much joy in how quickly his eyelashes start to flutter. His head falls to her stomach. Top-tier, peak relationship status. 
“I know everything,” Killian mumbles, mostly into her shirt. “And I know that it’s ridiculous they think we aren’t in—” She doesn’t dare breathe when he cuts himself off, both of them dancing around something big and important and it’s almost an appropriate amount of time, but Emma is Emma and she doesn’t want to fuck this up and maybe that was why she’d been so nervous to admit that Killian Jones is ridiculously good looking. 
Like almost painfully good looking. 
She cards her fingers through his hair. 
“I have an idea,” he says. 
“Yeah?” “I think we should go all in. All those romantic comedy tropes Scarlet was talking about. Lean in to every single one of them.” “How many tropes could there possibly be?” Killian makes a noncommittal noise, glancing up which is really unfair because his eyelashes are almost offensively long. “We’ll make a list.” “Just like that?” “Just like that,” he repeats. “Why? You have other things to do tonight?” “Oh, you’re a menace.” He nips at her hip, Emma jumping and possibly giggling. Killian’s eyes are definitely getting bluer. Maybe it’s the lighting in that room. Their room. Together. 
She can’t believe he brought so many socks. 
“That will be thing number one, I think,” Killian said. “Blatant and obvious flirting.” “You don’t think we flirt enough?” “Not constantly because we’re not animals, but—you know, could probably do with a bit more. Tell you that I think you’re stunning? Regularly?” Emma gags. Killian keeps going. “Bewitching? That I’m fairly certain your hair has magical properties? Regarding its ability to reflect light?” “Oh, yeah, use that one,” she laughs, and it’s not very hard to get him to lay next to her on the bed. Which may actually be made of feathers, if its overall level of comfort is any indication. “What else, then?” “Endearments, naturally.” “Naturally.” “And, uh—” He clicks his tongue, eyebrows shifting in a way that undoubtedly defies the laws of gravity. “PDA.”
“Say PDA again,” Emma challenges. Killian blushes better than Mary Margaret, she thinks. Presumably because she wants to kiss Killian more than she wants to kiss Mary Margaret. 
There’s been a disappointing lack of kissing so far. 
“Public displays of affection,” Killian says, pausing between every word until Emma’s whole body shakes with the force of her laughter. “I’m going to constantly touch you.” “Could be worse.” “Oh yeah?” “I mean—” Emma drags her fingers up his side, shifting his shirt until she reaches skin and the plane of his stomach and— “Shit, stop that,” Killian grumbles. “It tickles.” Emma’s eyes widen. In perfect tandem with what feels like a rather large expansion of her heart, another burst of heat that isn’t quite as jarring as it was in the kitchen. And Killian shifts half an inch backwards. “Don’t,” he warns, but Emma swipes her tongue across her teeth. “Swan, c’mon, that’s—” Pouncing is a very ugly word, but Emma is way too busy discovering other areas of her boyfriend's body and Killian stops talking rather quickly. As soon as her tongue is in his mouth. 
And they do make a list. An actual physical list, with bullet points and a plan, that Killian keeps in his pocket because Emma doesn’t have pockets in her dresses and it’s easier for his hand to squeeze her knee if she wears dresses. 
That’s bullet point number six. 
There are seventeen. 
It becomes something of a game for them — Killian making sure to call Emma love at the end of what seems like every sentence, while she alternates between babe and sweetheart, but that second one kind of sets her teeth on edge and, one time, on Saturday afternoon while they’re picking badminton teams because that’s something they do on this weekend, he calls her—
“C’mon, darling,” Killian says, slinging an arm around Emma’s shoulders. “We’re going to absolutely destroy Nolan and Nolan.”
Every one of their friends groan. 
Emma very nearly passes out. 
The word ricochets off her soul, or something less ridiculous. Even after Killian and David finish debating the proper terminology for the shuttle-thing. She’s never been a darling before. Darling is for committed relationships and longevity and happily ever after and her racquet nearly flies out of her hand when she tries to return Mary Margaret’s serve. 
“You ok, Swan?” Killian asks, and good that’s good. A much-needed return to normal. 
Emma nods. She can’t seem to do much else. 
Somehow they win the match. David decrees it’s called a match. 
And Killian seems to take the public displays of affection fairly seriously — pulling Emma onto his legs when they sit around the fire on Saturday night, nosing at the back of her neck or that one spot just above her shoulder blade that makes her shiver. She almost constantly has her fingers in his hair, tracing idle patterns with her nails. There are absent-minded kisses and kisses that make her toes curl, standing on sand or in the hallway or...well, anywhere really.
It’s something almost close to wonderful, which isn’t really a change of pace for Emma and Killian as a couple, but this level of couple’dom is—
“You’re laughing,” he accuses, but the words get lost between their mouths and there's not much space between their mouths. 
Emma shakes her head. “I’m having fun.” “That was the point of this weekend. It always is.”
“Yeah, but I mean—” She grits her teeth, neves creeping up her spine and taking root in the back of her skull, and she hates that it happens. Emma is the worst kind of pessimist. Or, rather the best kind, depending on how you look at it. 
“I like you too,” Killian says.
“Presumptuous.” “Tell me that’s now how the sentence was going to end, then.” “Well, ok yeah, but—this is just...being full-on relationship, it’s been good, right?” “Are you double checking?” “A little,” Emma admits. “I—this was the plan, and I know it was the plan. That we were going to stop trying to hide and—”
“—I really don’t think we were ever good at hiding it.” “Tell that to the rest of our friends. Mary Margaret and Ruby staged an intervention. It’s...I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m glad you were willing to prove how stupid into me you are.”
Killian barks out a laugh, tongue finding the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, that’s totally what I am.” “I knew it.”
Those same friends, however, don’t seem to get the memo. 
Maybe they need new friends. 
“I don’t know,” Will says, halfway through a Sunday afternoon BBQ that could feed a small army. “I’m still calling shenanigans.” “Shenanigans,” Emma echoes. 
“You heard me the first time. It seems like you’re trying too hard.” “To be in a relationship?” “Yuh huh,” Will nods, flipping more than one burgers at the same time. “You see that? That was impressive as fuck.” “You’re a poet,” Killian mutters. He must have some kind of Emma-focused sixth sense too, because she feels an arm curl around her middle before she can get into any sort of pacing groove, grunting when he pulls her back against his chest. 
And kisses behind her ear. 
Regina quirks an eyebrow. “I don’t know, actually. There has been a pretty good amount of eye making, even before we got here.”
“I don’t make eyes,” Emma argues. “No, but he does.” Killian’s cheek brushes the side of Emma’s head when he nods. “That’s true, I’ve been making eyes for quite some time.”
“See,” Regina says, “This is—if this is fake, it’s a serious commitment to the cause.” “The cause of kissing my boyfriend?” Emma challenges.
“Yeah, that one. Ok, pop quiz. Killian, when was your first kiss with Emma?” He doesn’t tense. He doesn’t flinch. His hand might tighten a little, but Emma chooses to believe that’s actually a positive and she’s very glad for it. If only because that’s the main reason she stays upright. 
“Junior year of college,” Killian replies.
Will drops the tongs. It’s patently absurd. 
“Hold on, when?” David demands. He’s already half standing when Mary Margaret levels him with a look, flopping back into the plastic chair with enough force it nearly breaks. “Junior year of college. I thought you started dating a few months ago.” “Yeah, we did.” “And?”
“And,” Killian repeats. “We’d gone out, you and Mary Margaret left early. So I walked Emma back to her apartment, it was raining. We hit all of those rom-com tropes. She even had my jacket on.” Emma can’t catch her breath. Which is really ridiculous since she’s not moving, but she was always fairly positive she was the only one counting this as their first kiss and—
“You were drunk,” she cries. “You can’t possibly remember this!” Mary Margaret audibly gasps. That’s more ridiculous than Emma’s breathing issues. 
She twists against Killian’s chest, meeting his steady gaze with something that can only be described as ever-increasing and seemingly inevitable insanity. He smirks. 
The bastard. 
“Trust me,” he says, “I’ve spent way longer than I’d be willing to admit remembering just that. You took your shoes off as soon as we got into the lobby.” “Because they hurt my feet.” “Mmhm.” “What happened after that?” Aurora asks sharply, elbows on her knees and chin on her hands and no one has noticed that some of the hot dogs are starting to burn. 
“She’s a very good kisser,” Killian replies. Easy as that. Emma’s back to not breathing. “Told me it was nice that I walked her home, I said I probably deserved some kind of reward, she glared at me, I waited very patiently and she—” Emma remembers the rest. She doesn't need to hear it. She reenacts it, instead. Her hands fly to his shirt, fingers curling into fabric that’s different than it was when they were twenty and buzzed on alcohol that was only marginally worse than what they’ve spent all weekend drinking and Killian is absolutely smiling when she kisses him.
The bastard. 
Part two. 
And she resolutely refuses to acknowledge any sounds from the peanut gallery, pushing up on bare feet so it’s easier to sling an arm over his shoulder and push her fingers into his hair. He tilts his head, lets his tongue sweep along her lips and she might sigh, but he might also groan and he definitely closes his eyes. 
Emma’s always liked that about him. Killian closes his eyes when he kisses her — like he’s uninterested in anything else, like anything else means less than nothing when he can nose at Emma’s cheek or drop his mouth along the curve of her jaw. It also gives her half a second to stare at the overall length of his eyelashes, so it’s kind of a win-win for her. 
He’s just as out of breath as she is when they pull apart, color in his cheeks and Emma’s heart threatens to burst out of her ribcage. 
That’s probably not covered under incidentals either. 
She’s got to stop thinking so violently. Especially about her own body. 
Will whistles. 
“You guys suck,” Emma announces, and that’s not the first thing she planned on saying, but nothing has really gone according to plan that weekend and she has thoughts on that. 
Patent pending. 
“First of all,” she says, holding up one finger. Will is trying very hard not to laugh. Ruby isn’t trying. “Killian and I have been dating for months. Genuinely months. And, ok, yeah we kissed one time in college, but we didn’t start dating for awhile, and that—” 
Emma is still holding up her finger when she turns again. Killian’s smirk is going to stay permanently etched on his face. “That was kind of stupid, wasn’t it?” “Your words, not mine,” he chuckles. 
“I definitely thought you were good looking in college.” “I desperately wanted to date you in college.” “No shit.” “What is happening right now?” Phillip yells. Emma doesn’t have an answer for that. It’s less disappointing than it was on Friday night. 
“No shit,” Killian repeats. “You were—I don’t know, this force of nature. But you were also David’s sister and—” “—She’s still my sister,” David interrupts. Regina throws something at him. It might honestly be her sandal.
Emma doesn’t bother double checking. She’s rather busy swooning, after all.
Killian kisses the bridge of her nose before he continues. “You never take anyone’s garbage, love. Mine included and that wasn’t really why I was stupid into you, but it was a big part at the start, and then we kept hanging out and you’re—” She doesn’t mind when he shrugs. Probably because of the previously discussed swooning. Honestly, Emma is swooning so bad. “You’re the smartest person I know. And stronger than anyone else, on some existential level.” God, she hopes she doesn’t start to cry. 
That’d be kind of lame. 
And, somehow, there is more. 
“I worry about you, you know. Every time you leave my apartment and go save someone. It’s—I count minutes from when you text me that you’re on the train until I hear the lock click. It’s insane. Might be affecting my blood pressure, really.” “She has a key,” Ruby whispers. Not very well, but something about the thought Emma assumes. “She really has a key?” “I really have a key,” Emma answers. “I wasn’t kidding about spending multiple nights a week at his apartment.” “We could probably do something about that,” Killian adds. Will whistles again. 
Emma’s jaw drops. That’s kind of disappointing, really. She wishes she had some kind of sweeping something to respond with — romance on another level of romantic-type expectations, but she’s still her and she’s still a little pissed they haven’t been dating since their junior year in college. 
“Em, Em,” Ruby presses, “I’m pretty sure he’s asking you to move in with him.” Killian hums. “She’s annoying, but she’s right.” Ruby sticks her tongue out. “But, but,” Emma stammers, “that wasn’t on the list.” “You guys made a list?” Regina balks. “None of you believed us! Which, honestly friendship demerits. Negative friendship standing. We are a good couple, and we like hanging out and we’d been hanging out forever, and this just kind of...happened. It should have happened before, maybe, but our first date was getting ice cream in the Village because none of you will go to the Village with me and I—Killian always will.” “That’s kind of how boyfriend’ing works,” he chuckles. “Is that a word?” “Absolutely not,” Mary Margaret says. “Should we apologize now?” “Probably,” Emma sighs. “Because it’s—none of this has been fake, and we’ve been on relationship overdrive for the last forty-eight hours and I mean...is it so shocking that we could be in a relationship?”
Silence. 
None of them answer, and Killian is still staring at Emma because, she realizes rather belatedly, she hasn’t actually told him she wants to move into his apartment with a bed that’s even more comfortable than the one here or that she also counts down the minutes because she sleeps better with him than she has in years, so naturally she tilts her head up and—
“I love you,” Emma says. Killian’s eyes bug. “And I think I have for a really long time, but we were always friends and—” “—That’s not going to change, love.” “Well, yeah, that’s how good relationships work. Are you just going to gloss over the sentiment?” “Absolutely not,” Killian mumbles, gruffer than usual. And probably because half of the letters get lost in more kissing, a distinct arch to Emma’s back when he actually dips her like some goddamn romantic comedy. 
Mary Margaret might take a picture. 
Emma kind of hopes she does. It’d look good in a frame on the wall. Their wall. 
“I’d like to move into your apartment,” Emma says, and she definitely giggles that time. There’s no way around it, not when Killian’s lips drag along the side of her neck and pepper every inch of her face. 
Several people awwww out loud. 
As they should, really. 
“I love you too,” Killian says. 
“Ok, good.” “Good.”
There’s more kissing after that. As there should be, really. Part two. “So, uh,” Will says, and he’s picked up the tongs at some point, “you guys want celebratory hamburgers or…” “If you don’t put cheese on my burger, I’ll throw your fucking tongues in the ocean,” Emma guarantees. 
Killian crows. Or something. It’s nice, and that’s really all she cares about. “That’s my girlfriend.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Ruby groans. “We’ve heard. Do we toast to the happy couple?” “Absolutely,” David says, reaching into the cooler to grab wine coolers. Like they’re juniors in college. They toast several times. 
And Emma doesn’t sleep much that night, but that’s something she’s willing to concede. Especially when Killian lets her pick the music on the drive back the next morning. 
Like any good relationship. 
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