#I'm gonna cry holy crap

[milliemakesmagic]

So, I have such a huge urge to talk about this. Trigger warning: unhealthy online relationships, and mentions of sexual harassment.

In 2020 during the height of quarantine, my friend (and Pinterest lol) introduced me to this film called, "Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs." I was immediately interested because it was the first time I saw myself as an animated character. I'm a pale, brunette, with brown eyes and a slim figure. (Yes I know, basic, and most girls in fiction look like that, but I actually DO look incredibly similar to how they animated her.) I grew extremely attached to the gifs and pictures I'd find of Red Shoes because

OH MY WORD IT'S ME BUT ANIMATED

It's quarantine. What else am I gonna do.

When I finally saw the movie I absolutely loved the quirky retelling of Snow White, with the absolutely STELLAR women of all sizes empowerment, AND THE KID FRIENDLY WAY OF SAYING DON'T OBJECTIFY WOMEN. 👏👏👏👏👏

But around that same time, I was talking to a boy online who eventually became my online boyfriend. And even though he claimed to be Christian and respectful, he had a LOT of issues with objectifying women...and by extension, me. He claimed to be respectful of boundaries. But he wasn't. My rose colored glasses were so thick that I didn't see it all until after I had loved ones step in to separate me from this guy before things became dangerous. But I truly thought he was the Merlin to my Red Shoes. And in a way, he was. Merlin is a difficult character for me. I LOVE his character arch and charm. But I sometimes can't get over just how much he did for Red Shoes only for her looks. There was a lot that my relationship with this guy. I was stuck with a Merlin that wasn't going to change his ways. His eyes would always stray to prettier things.

After the hellish breakup, I started therapy, and developed a lot of unhealthy coping strategies. When you fall in love during the "end of the world" you kind of assume he's all you have. So when I lost that and then realized that he'd been sexually harassing me and I was too smitten to notice, it was a LOT to take in. "If I'd given up their magic you wouldn't have helped me find my father would you?....Would you? I thought we were both under the same spell. But now I see that, I was wrong."

My ex used to refer to me as Red Shoes, he understood how much I loved that I felt like I was her. And when he and I split, the pain that movie gave me was unbearable. My Merlin never loved me for who I was inside. I was only pretty.

I even had sent him photos of my in my Red Shoes cosplay that I did for my birthday. I was so excited to show him. Next thing I knew he was blocked, and my costume, my own pair of red shoes, were boxed into the closet where they couldn't hurt me anymore.

And I thought that was the end. I wasn't the princess Snow White. I was some twisted version of Red Shoes that got a crappy ending and a pervert for my "prince."

I dated one or two people a few years later. But it was all surface dating. Nothing emotionally invested. And then my friend introduced me to this guy. And you want to know what one of the first things we did together was?

We sat down together and watched Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs. And he held my hand, and squeezed it when he could tell I was getting emotional.

Months later I have a ring on my finger to be his. And tonight as I laid here listening to the Red Shoes soundtrack that no longer hurts like hell, I realized that my love and connection for this movie wasn't ever between me and my online abuser. It was meant to be a stepping stone for me and my now fiancé. That boy wasn't my Merlin. This man, who respects me, loves me, encourages me and builds me up to be all that I can be, HE'S my Merlin, my prince.

We agreed that I'd wear red pumps on our wedding day. To me, it's a reminder of how far I've come and that God never gave up on me.

And with a loving, secure, and healing heart I can finally truly say,

"I got Merlin'd."

[starr-n-art]

Nolia for @ydteus I did a while back

[seriousturd]

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Spoilers under the cut:

How I'm gonna be looking like anytime I remember this section

[stvrkeysgal]

two can play the game — rafe cameron

๑ what happens if you let your confidence get the best of you—in the worst and best way possible?

warning: mean!rafe, fingering, rough sex 😋 unprotected sex, p in v, slight degradation if you squint, pussy spanking, orgasm denial AND overstimulation, squirting !!

pairing: rafe cameron x f!reader

rafe was not one to tolerate your teasing. he made sure that every time you misbehave, you get punished however he pleased. whether with spanking you until you're a shaking, crying mess, or teasing you by denying your orgasms—fingering you, only to pull away when he feels your cunt clenching around him.

tonight, however, you gave rafe another reason to put you in your place and give you exactly what you deserved.

rafe's parents had invited you for dinner tonight. you dressed up quite well, wore one of the many dresses that rafe loved on you—a black silk dress that fell just below your knees, thin straps that delicately fell on your shoulders, with a low cut that displayed a decent amount of your chest, but enough to still be considered formal.

you took a final look in the mirror and decided you looked good enough, then waited for rafe to pick you up.

he arrived shortly after you finished dressing up, and when you opened the front door, his eyes widen at the way you looked.

"holy shit," he mumbles, staring at you with eyes wide like saucers. "you look hot." the fact that rafe looked at you like that was already speaking volumes. but hearing him compliment you like that somehow stroke your confidence.

"yeah, you think so?" boldness strikes you as you moved closer to rafe, leaning over to place a soft, delicate kiss on his neck. rafe groans at that, one of his hands gripping your waist gently. "careful baby," he says, voice slightly grained. "might not make it to dinner if you keep doing that."

you smirk against his skin, and a hand of yours trails down to palm his hard-on through his pants. "someone's getting worked up." rafe harshly tugs your wrist away from him, glaring at you. "keep that up, i swear to god."

"sorry," you finally decided to give him a break, taking pity at the sight of him and his dick straining the fabric of his pants. "i'm gonna behave myself, i promise."

๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑

you've done nothing but infuriate rafe the whole dinner.

you sat beside sarah, while rose and ward were on both ends of the table. rafe sat across you while wheezie was on his right. his eyes were on you the whole time—seemingly watching and observing the way your lips pressed against the wine glass, or when you licked some food off your fingers and locked eyes on him while you did so.

however, you decided to turn things up a notch by sliding your feet up his legs slowly. you watched as rafe's jaw clenched and how his eyes narrowed when you neared his crotch.

he clears his throat to catch your attention, but instead, all he got was you pressing down a little bit on his hard-on. rafe exhales and runs a hand through his hair to keep himself calm.

when you noticed how worked up he was getting, you decided to cut him some slack and pulled away for now. you drank another sip of your wine, eyes still on him as you did.

๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑

after dinner, rafe finally had enough. he stood up and tugged your arms, then pulled you with him. you mutter an excuse in front of everyone, and followed him upstairs.

rafe locks the door and pushes you down on the bed, immediately getting on top of you while his hand keeps you pinned on the bed by the throat. "you know," he says, unbuckling his belt with one hand while the other grips your throat. "i've done nothing but hold myself back from getting you off that table and fuck you here."

you feel his hand growing tighter on you, and you gasp out softly for air, which rafe smirks. "you remember what i do to you every time you decide to pull that crap, yeah?" rafe's hand snaked under your dress, reaching the fabric of your panties in which he finds it soaked.

"you're so fucking wet," rafe rubbed your clit through your panties, and you moan softly at the contact. "but it's bold of you to assume i'll do anything about it." he pulled your dress off you, your panties following next. soon enough, your pussy was exposed to rafe, glistening with your wetness.

he groans at the sight and spreads your legs. you gasped softly, and saw him place himself in between you then leaned down so he was in level with your pussy. rafe's lips made contact with your clit shortly, kissing it softly as you moaned.

he was quick to stick two fingers in your mouth to shut you up—and once you were quiet enough for him, his lips reconnected with your core, lapping up your release. his tongue laid flat on you, slowly sliding up from your entrance to your clit.

he sucks the sensitive bud, swirling his tongue around it teasingly to watch your expression shift. "fuck, you like that, huh?" rafe pulls away from your pussy and landed a harsh smack on it once, making you moan against his fingers in your mouth.

another slap landed on your pussy, and rafe repeated the action until you were shaking from underneath him. "finally had enough?" you sniffled and wiped the tears away from your face. he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, which allowed you to catch your breath. "i'm sorry, rafe." he scoffs at your whine, and slid his fingers in your pussy this time.

you whimpered at the sudden stretch, and at the feeling of his fingers immediately reaching that spot deep inside you. once rafe had noticed your squirming, his fingers picked up the pace. "that's it," he said, voice slightly hoarse. "taking my fingers so well. you're such a fucking pro at taking me, aren't you?"

your eyes roll back in your head, taking in his words and his thrusts. "fuck," you gasped, feeling him hit your spot repeatedly. once rafe felt you clench around his fingers, he pulls away immediately. "come on, rafe! i was so close—"

he slaps your face lightly, stunning and shutting you up at the same time. rafe had never done that to you before—and seeing this new side of him has your thighs clenching together. "thought you knew better than to misbehave. and did around my whole goddamn family, too."

rafe pulls you on the edge of the bed, standing up to wrap your legs around his. "you want to act like a bitch, i'll fuck you like one."

๑・° ⊹ . + ° . ๑

rafe had you pinned underneath him on his bed, one hand of his placed over your mouth as you squirmed and thrashed against him. "come on. you knew what you were getting yourself into when you decided to play that shit."

you were a sobbing mess under him, your face was streaked with your drying tears as he fucked you like there was no tomorrow.

your makeup was ruined—mascara and eyeliner ran down your face. you looked so fucked out, all because of rafe and your "undying ego," as rafe had called it.

your pussy clenches around his dick once he hits your spot, and a loud gasp leaves your lips as you clung onto his shoulders for support. "rafe, fuck... i'm sorry, please."

rafe smirks at the sight of you losing your mind underneath him, taking pride in the fact that he was the one to cause your state. "shut the fuck up, alright?" he says through gritted teeth, slapping your face. "you wanted to act up and piss me off the whole fucking time. 'm just giving what sluts like you deserve."

rafe's movements sped up, his thrusts growing faster in hopes of seeing your eyes roll back to your head once again.

his hips slammed against yours with such intensity, his tip kissing your cervix each time he thrusts.

a bulge could be seen from your stomach, a proof of how deep he was going and how much of him you've taken. rafe gripped your hair and moved your head to let you see the tummy bulge he was causing. "you see that?" he pressed on it, while his lips curled into a smirk while he watched you fall apart from his cock.

"that's how well you're taking me, baby. 'm so fucking deep inside you, shit." you didn't know if it was ever possible, but rafe was now fucking you so fast, the whole thing made you see stars.

you clenched around rafe's dick again, your grip in his hands growing tighter as he moved against you. "gonna cum for me again, huh?" rafe's hand snaked in between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it fast, in time with his thrusts.

"wanna feel you cum all over me, come on." you bit your lip in order not to draw attention from his family outside, and faced the pillows as you moaned against it. your orgasm washes over your body—an unfamiliar heat blooms in the bottom of your stomach then.

the next thing you know, your release spurts out of you, drenching the sheets underneath and rafe's stomach. "that's my girl," he says, grinning at the sight of you squirting.

he pulled out after a while and laid beside you. rafe kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back in small circles as you panted and caught your breath. "you okay, baby?" rafe asks, looking down at you. "'m fine, rafe." you smiled at him and kissed his cheek softly.

"too rough?" you replied with a shake of your head and buried your face in his neck. "i loved it." rafe chuckles at that and leans down to kiss your lips.

"you should tease me like that more often, especially if it leads to this."

this MIGHT have been one of the dirtiest, filthiest and smuttiest work i've done so far. FUCKKKK I LOVE OVULATION WEEK 😫🙏🏻

drew / rafe's masterlist

[militaryapple]

Hi, I'm not sure if you're taking request but I love the way you write Caleb ☺️ Is it possible you can do a cute little fake dating troupe in college with Caleb?

It goes like, reader (non MC) and Caleb are friends and reader wanted a bf but she can't find one so she tried out this "men will start chasing you when you have a bf" theory with Caleb when Caleb thinks this is an opportunity to do couple things with his crush 🫢

wc. 939.

add ons: hii yes I can!! so glad u guys love my caleb he's so crazy I miss him

college. it was definitely something. work load 20 times heavier, professors who don’t really give a fuck wether you live or die or right, and dating. how you loathed the couples in your university. was it because you were unable to get a boyfriend yourself? maybe. was it also because half of every guy on campus was either a massive jerk, a guy in a frat or taken? maybe.. partly.. yeah.

everytime you were close to finding a guy, a perfect suitable guy who was funny or sweet or kind— he had to bail or he already had a girlfriend! yeah, total dreamboat. you could only sigh at the thought of you and someone on a date, going to the movies or watching some corny movie. wow you were really single and mindlessly scrolling on social media wasn’t helping your case one bit. post after post, jesus how did they do it? then you had an idea.

maybe you were pathetic and desperate.. oh fuck you’re in college. what’s worse? graduating with no love life or dying without someone who loves you. yeah, you would take your chances.

you silently typed up on your phone “how to become more attractive to men”. was it weird? yes. did you care? not really. it’s not your roommate was here, she would go on about how “life is amazing without a lover!” and “you don’t need to cry over a man!” in which she was silently resigned everytime you brought up how she had a boyfriend. so it’s come to this. better now than never anyways.

“men like taken woman, gives them a chase.” well fuck! that was your issue from the start?! what were you gonna do? get a boyfriend out of thin air to make guys ma— then you heard a knock.

you closed out of the tab as you walk to your dorm door, opening it as your gaze shifted upward, and holy mother of pearls did you find the holy grail. he was your answer.

“hey, pipsqueak!” caleb said as he held his arms out for you waiting for a hug, just to be greeted by a grab on the wrist and a soft ‘thud’ on your bed. you stared up at him, inspecting him closely. caleb was a perfect candidate! he could be your fake boyfriend!

.

.

“be my fake boyfriend.”

you were met with small chuckle as he covered his mouth and muffled out apologies. you were embarrassed, god this was embarrassing. if only you could rewind 2 minutes. god god god.

caleb smiled widely, “are you sure you want me as your fake boyfriend? what’s this even for anyways, pipsqueak?” his eyes soften as he got more comfortable on your bed. you could only smile in content. he didn’t say no, so you’ll take that as a win.

“guys are more attracted to you when you have a boyfriend.” you said shoving your phone in his face. he scanned over the phone closely before pushing your hand down to look at you. god were you pretty.

“that’s.. not real pipsqueak.” he said trying to cover his laugh. were you serious about this? you couldn’t actually believe this crap. this is why caleb prefers for you to come to him for this sort of thing, not some lousy thread you found on a very sketchy site. though he couldn’t just trample on your dreams so he went along with it, even if it was funny.

“I’m serious!” you snapped back. “just for a while, until someone shows interest in me! well more interest than my supposed boyfriend.. please caleb?” you begged, and he could never say no to you. you jumped up happily before leaning in for a hug but instead you were met by a subtle push and “ah-ah”. you looked at caleb puzzled as he got up. his arms moving to your hip while he leaned down, his and your breath almost kissing.

“if im gonna be your boyfriend for a while pipsqueak, don’t I deserve a little reward for helping you out?” he smiled, “even if it’s a fake we have to get used to kissing.”

kissing.

your first kiss, would be him.

you stared up at awe, he was handsome. just one kiss, it wouldn’t be bad right? you were flustered but no backing down now. better make this as real as possible.

You nodded in subtle approval before you leaned in, your lips touching as his grip on you held tighter. his free hand cupping your face. he was a natural at kissing, his movements were tender and he was so gentle with you. it was as if he didn’t want to wreck you. caleb moved his head back, breaking away from the sweet moment. “okay then, it’s official.” he said softly.

caleb would take you out often, every week, everyday to be exact and there seemed to be absolutely no luck with other guys. it’s not like it mattered anyways though, you were having fun with caleb, almost like he was your actual boyfriend.

as for caleb, this was perfect, he was almost glad he checked on you the day he did. you were a dream, and this “fake boyfriend” idea? would soon wash away when you start to only think of him as your actual boyfriend. taking you out, kissing you, holding you while you’re upset. everything.

as for the guys who chase you around? haha as if! he personally made sure on your first day of university that everyone knew you were his. well it doesn’t matter, it worked out either way. for both you and him.

[darlingdaisyfarm]

This honestly might be a downer or stupid, but I just got fired and I am having a really hard time. I just want to bury my head in Stan's chest and sob. I was wondering if you could write how the Stan and Ford might react to the reader being suddenly fired and maybe how they'd comfort them? I'm also really excited for the next chapter of your fic!

✧˚⋆ Stan & Ford supporting you when you need it most ⋆｡♡˚

oh sweetheart, im so sorry ur going through this, holy shit. just the moment i received this ask, i knew i had to write smth when ill get free time today, because i feel so sorry for you. i hope these two old men gave u even a tiny bit of comfort, please be kind to urself right now, youre gonna get through this, i promise. sending u all my love !! stay strong please 🫂🫂

STANLEY

the thing about Stan is that he gets it. he gets the feeling of being chewed up and spat out, of having doors slam in your face, of working your ass off and still being told you’re not enough. he gets the quiet humiliation, the bitterness in the back of your throat, the way your hands shake when you try to act like it doesn’t matterm

you don’t even remember how you got here. your feet must’ve carried you through the streets, past strangers whose lives weren’t just ruined, past cars honking, past buildings that still stood while the whole world inside you had collapsed.

“hey, hey. what the hell, sweetheart, breathe, alright? you’re okay, you’re right here.” his rough but worried voice reaches you when you slam mystery shack's door open, standing in the doorway with shaking hands, red-eyed.

“i got fired, Stan. j-just gone, outta nowhere. i don’t know what to do, Stan, im so lost.” your throat burns

before you can say anything else, he's opening his arms. “c'mere.” and you don't even hesitate as you crash into him like a wave, burying your face in his chest. and he holds you, one big arm wrapping around your back, the other hand coming up to cradle the back of your head

“there we go. you don’t gotta keep it all in, sweetheart.” the words hit you harder than you expect. you're so used to holding it together, to swallowing everything down, to being strong. and Stan, who’s built himself up from nothing, who’s taken every punch life threw at him and still kept standing, he’s telling you it’s okay to break.

so you do. you bury your face in his chest and cry until you’re dizzy, until your breath stutters and shakes, until all the anger and hurt and fear bleed out of you. Stanley doesn’t rush you or tell you to stop. “let it out, sweetie, s’gonna be okay.” he holds you close tightly because he’s spent his whole life holding people who needed it more than he did.

“it’s not fair,” you gasp, clutching on his clothes.

“no, it ain’t.”

“i worked so hard.”

“i know.”

“i feel like—like nothing i do is enough—”

Stan tightens his hold, pressing his chin to the top of your head. “hey. you listen to me.” his voice turns serious. “some suit in an office makin’ a crap decision got nothing to do with who you are. they're dumb. absolute morons for lettin’ you go. betcha the whole place is gonna fall apart without you because you were the best thing about that shithole. if they couldn’t see that, then screw ‘em. they lost you. not the other way around.”

you shake your head, clenching your fists. “but—“

“no buts,” he growls and then, softer: “you're not trash just ‘cause some idiots don’t know how to treat their workers. you're not worthless just ‘cause some suits decided you were expendable. you are not nothing.”

Stan pulls back to tip your chin up, making sure you’re listening. his thumb wipes a tear off your cheek. “i mean, you still got me, sweetheart. ain’t no job in the world that could change that.” he smiles genuinely at you.

you close your eyes, giving him a tiny sad smile back. you let yourself breathe, let yourself believe it, hiding your face in his chest again. Stan's grip stays strong and unshaking, shielding you from the whole world as you cry until you’re too tired, so all what you do is sob into his chest. you’re just leaning into him, exhausted, letting him hold you up.

Stan sighs, resting his cheek against your hair. “ya ever heard the story of the biggest screw-up in New Jersey?”

you sniffle. “what?”

”lemme tell ya, kid grows up in a house that don’t want him. gets kicked out. loses every job he ever had. ends up in a broken-down shack in the middle of nowhere. total loser.”

you shift against him. “Stan—“

“but he keeps goin’. and somehow, somehow, that dumbass loser ends up with people who love him. ends up holdin’ someone who needs it. ends up tellin’ the best damn person he’s ever met that they’re gonna be okay.”

he lets you lean into him again, lets you breathe him in, lets you stay as long as you need. tells you stories about all the bosses he’s scammed just to make you laugh.

at some point, when the tears have slowed and the weight in your chest isn’t crushing anymore, Stan ruffles your hair and leans back, arms crossed.

“y’know, i could use an extra set of hands around the shack.“

you blink up at him, sniffing. “what? you. . .you want me to work here?”

“yeah, id rather have someone i actually like workin’ here instead of hiring some random kid who’s just gonna rob me blind.” his usual gruff tone is back, but his gaze is what speaks louder, soft and certain, making it obvious that you belong here.

you open your mouth, but he cuts in, pointing a finger at you. “and before ya say some crap about not bein’ good enough or whatever, shut up. i’m the boss, i decide who’s good enough, and i say it’s you.”

you let out a shaky laugh, wiping your nose. “wow, such a heartfelt offer.”

he smirks. “hey, that’s as heartfelt as it gets, sweetheart. but seriously. think about it, okay? i got a spot for ya.” Stanley is not just offering a job for you, he’s offering a place, a place where you’re wanted, where you’re needed, where you don’t have to prove yourself to anyone.

you take a deep breath, feeling lighter for the first time all day. “yeah. yeah, i’ll think about it.”

“good,” Stan smiles and ruffles your hair again. “now, wanna eat somethin’? watch a dumb movie? beat me at cards? or you want me to egg their car?” about the last thing, he's joking, probably. but if you say yes, you know he’ll do it.

STANFORD

Ford finds you sitting at the kitchen table, arms crossed on the surface, face buried in them. you haven’t moved and spoken in a while, just sat there, motionless, like a puppet with the strings cut.

he clears his throat, stepping closer. “i, ah. noticed you didn’t come in for dinner.”

you don’t respond. his brows knit together, concern creasing his forehead. he takes the seat across from you, folding his hands on the table. “would you like to talk about it?”

for a moment, nothing. then, muffled: “i got fired.” slips from your mouth. so that's what happened. Ford doesn’t say oh. doesn’t say im sorry. doesn’t say what happened? he understands you because Ford Pines knows what it is to be discarded. he knows what it is to dedicate yourself to something, only to be told you are wrong. to be shoved out, unmoored, drifting in the space between who you thought you were and who they’ve decided you are now.

he knows what it is to look down at his hands and wonder if they are still meant to build something. after being betrayed.

he frowns thoughtfully. “that was. . . rather sudden, wasn’t it?”

you nod weakly. Ford exhales through his nose, gaze sharpening, analyzing. you. your sadness. the whole situation.

“it must feel unfair.“ he doesn’t just acknowledge the loss, but the injustice of it. and it makes your throat close up.

you lift your head slightly, looking at his face. “it- it is. i tried so hard. i put so much effort into that stupid job, and now it’s just—just gone.”

Ford hums. “tell me something.” he leans forward, putting elbows on the table. “do you think your value was in the work you did?”

you blink at him, but he doesn't even let you answer. “because if that were the case, then the moment you lost that job, you would have lost all worth as a person. but that’s not true, is it?” his voice is always so calm, full of absolute certainty.

you shake your head slowly, unsurely and Ford nods, satisfied. then, after a brief pause, he stands. “wait here” you don’t have the energy to question him. you just sit, staring blankly at the tabletop, until he returns a moment later with a notebook and pen.

he places them in front of you.

you glance up, confused. “what’s this for?”

Ford takes his seat again, tapping a finger against the cover. “do me a favor, darling. write down five things about yourself that have nothing to do with your job.”

your face looks tired and skeptical. you stare at the paper. “Ford, i—“

“anything,” he says softly, smiling at you. “everything. what you love. what you’re good at. what excites you, what makes you feel something. what matters to you.”

your fingers tighten around the pen. at first, you don’t know where to start. but Ford doesn’t rush you, just patiently sits beside you.

so you write. you write about the things that make you you. and at first, it feels stupid and awkward. it starts small, your favorite books, your favorite songs, the way you love thunderstorms, the way you always make extra coffee just in case someone else wants some.

but then it gets bigger. the things you’ve created. the things you’ve learned. the times you were kind when no one was looking. the people who love you, who see you. the way you keep going, even when it’s hard

Ford watches as you write, nodding approvingly at each entry.

“now tell me: did losing your job take any of that away?”

you stare at the words. the little pieces of yourself you hadn’t even thought about in the wake of everything. softly, you shake your head

Ford’s expression gentles. “then you’re still you. and you’re still worth just as much as you were yesterday. because no job, no institution, no single event defines you.” you swallow hard. Fords voice drops lower. “you are more than what you do, more than what you produce, more than what some company decides you’re worth. you are your thoughts. your curiosity. your kindness.” he gestures to the list. “you are all of this and nothing can take that from you.”

your breath wobbles. Ford’s gaze softens further. “come here, sweetheart.“ you hesitate but only for a second, then stand and he meets you halfway, arms wrapping around you. and Ford isn’t Stanley, isn’t someone used to giving big, open, thoughtless affection. but what he lacks in ease, he makes up for in intent.

because he means this. his big hand moves up and down your back slowly. “you’re not alone in this,” he murmurs into your hair. “we’ll figure something out. and until then. . . you are still extraordinary.“ his voice is so certain, and suddenly you don’t feel quite as lost.

“th-thank you” you bury your face in his sweater, hands gripping his sleeves

“and don’t let anyone ever tell you you aren’t smart or brave or worthy enough.”

you stay there a while. until Ford gives your shoulder one last squeeze and pulls back, adjusting his glasses. “now. i assume you haven’t eaten?”

you smile at him, shaking your head. “no, wasn't in the mood.“

“come, sweetheart, let’s fix that.”

[jeonqkooks]

our beloved summer | jjk (7.5) (m.)

You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isn’t as strong as you thought.

pairing: producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader rating: 18+ (minors dni) genres/warnings: exes au, fluff, Angst, smut; THE REASON™️, crying because obviously there's gonna be crying, mentions of hobi leaving :(, cursing, uhm she hits him; kissing (well, of course 😂), br*ast play, t*tty s*cking, oral s*x (f. receiving), f*ngering, unprotected s*x, r*ding, cr*ampie, uhm idk i think that's it word count: 6.9k (poetic, i know) note (1): holy fucking shit i am literally shaking like a chihuahua as i'm writing this a/n. what the hell it's finally here. we've been waiting for this for almost a year and a half. TREMENDOUS thanks to Jo @daechwitatamic, Ari @/wintaerbaer (edited 2024: crossed out but not removed bc even tho she plagiarized obs afterward, she did beta this for me so i guess i still gotta give her that lmfao), and Jazz @jeonwiixard for beta-ing this for me and for reassuring me that it's not a load of crap (probably) and especially Jo for telling me if i back out she'll come kick me. frick! gaaaah. okay i'm gonna let you read or i'll go out of my mind

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I want you to smile, to feel like enough 'Cause you deserve yellow and lions and love I hope you come back when you're doing well Forgive me for being the worst of myself

New Recording 28 - Chelsea Cutler

The second the door is closed, his mouth is on yours again. 

His hand on your waist, yours in his hair, it’s similar to how it was mere minutes ago, just the urgency has increased tenfold. You want his suit off as much as you want your dress on the floor.

Jungkook detaches from your lips to let you breathe as he cages you between his body and the door, but it’s not like you can focus very well on breathing when he starts kissing down your neck, sucking bruises into your skin. His hands travel south, one palm curving around your hips to grope your ass, the other settling on the back of your thigh to lift it up, opening your legs wider so he could better slot in between them. With your leg lifted, it makes the slit in your dress ride up, exposing your core to the cool air of the room. You can feel his growing bulge pressed against you, right over your panties. 

You whimper his name when he sucks on the sweet spot on your neck, his hips grinding against you slowly.

“Yeah?” You can hear the smirk in that one simple word and the honey that drips from his voice. “What is it?”

“Want you…”

“I’m right here,” Jungkook says. His slender fingers rub you over the pink lace that you’re wearing underneath your dress, teasing your opening through the fabric for a few beats before he pushes your panties aside. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

His breath is hot on your neck. He presses his lips against your skin absentmindedly, the tip of his index circling you but not pushing inside just yet.

“Tell me you want me too,” you pant, your arm hooking around his neck to hold him close.

“I want you.”

Truth.

You pull him in for another bruising kiss before you blindly push him further into the room, your hands roaming the broad expanse of his clothed chest. He stops when the back of his knees hit the bed.

“Hey.” Jungkook breaks away from the kiss to look at you. “Are you sure?”

If Jimin knew what you’re doing right now, he’d say that you have zero self preservation instincts.

He’d be right, though. If you had any self preservation instincts, you wouldn’t be doing this.

Your stupid, battered heart has only ever wanted him.

“I’m sure,” comes your immediate reply. It’s desperate, but you don’t have it in yourself to even care. “I’m sure. I want this. Please.”

“You were drinking.”

“I’m not drunk. I promise.”

Maybe it’d be better if you were drunk. Then you could at least blame this lapse of judgment on a pathetic state of inebriation and not on your stupid self who’s always weak for him.

He stares at you for a minute, searching for any sign of your willingness being driven by alcohol. He seems relieved when he finds none, and it isn’t until then that he shrugs off his jacket, before helping you take off his dress shirt and trousers.

You haven’t seen him like this in so long.

Every defined line on his body, accentuating every detail that you could spend hours running your fingers over.

He looks different but at the same time, not really. A tad more muscular, but still the same lean frame. Hard chest and abs on full display for you. God, your fingers are fucking twitching with the need to touch him.

Once he’s been stripped down to his boxers, he leans down to kiss you before you stop him with a hand on his chest. The lone tiger lily on his arm catches your attention.

Your fingers reach out to trace the black ink on his body, the lines delicate, your touch feather light. You’re suddenly curious. When did he get it? You can’t remember if you two ever talked about getting tattoos.

“What does it mean?” you ask. It strikes you with the realization that this is just one of the thousands of things that you missed, a reminder of your lost time. 

“Please love me,” he says, bringing his hands up to cup your face. He looks at you, just for a few seconds, before clarifying, “It means ‘Please love me,’” then kissing you again.

Jungkook clumsily and blindly searches for the dress’ zipper on your back, giving it a few impatient tugs until it finally starts gliding down your body. Your lips never part from one another as the dress falls to the floor, pooling at your feet. But once you step out of it, he does pull back to look at you from head to toe. His eyes fall to your chest, clad in a lacy pink bra that matches your panties. The look he gives you is the same one that he did when he saw you in your dress earlier today. But there’s something else in his eyes - realization, pride, perhaps a question too.

His hands are back on your body instantly, throwing you onto the bed, crawling over you like a predator. He discards your bra with ease, flinging it to the floor with the rest of your clothes. You shiver when the chilly air meets your bare chest, but the sensation quickly goes away when he takes your breast into his warm mouth. You let out a delighted sigh, arching your back to push yourself further into him as his tongue flicks over your stiff nipple. One of his hands comes up to squeeze your other breast to make sure that it isn’t neglected, rolling your pebbled bud between his thumb and forefinger. He switches to sucking your other tit after a while, then pawing at the one he just had in his mouth.

“Jungkook,” you whine his name when he makes out with your tits for too long, because there’s somewhere else that desperately requires his immediate attention. “Need you…”

He releases your nipple with a wet pop, and he looks pleased with himself when he sees that they’re thoroughly glistening with his spit. “Sorry,” he says with a chuckle. “Didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” He starts making his way down your body, kissing every inch of your skin that’s on display for him, before you put a hand on his shoulder when his face gets close to your thighs.

“What are you doing?”

He looks up at you as his fingers ghost over the fabric of your panties. “Can I?”

You lick your lips, contemplating whether or not you have the patience to wait for him. But alas, you decide, “Okay.”

Jungkook makes quick work of sliding your underwear down your legs and letting it join the pile on the floor. Even in the dim light, he can see just how wet you are, practically glittering with arousal, looking so utterly inviting that it makes his mouth water. All of this, just for him.

He doesn’t waste another second, diving right into you to lick a stripe up your dripping folds. Swiftly burying two fingers into your heat, he doesn’t stop until he’s knuckles deep. Your lips part in a silent but delighted moan. You forgot how good he used to make you feel. Your fingers could never feel as good as his, not thick enough to stretch yourself open and not long enough to reach deep inside of you.

“Fuck,” you drawl, your eyes fluttering shut when the tip of his tongue meets your throbbing clit, teasing it until you’re practically grinding against his face. You thread a hand into his hair, gripping his dark locks until he’s groaning, sending blissful vibrations all throughout your body. The figure 8’s that his tongue draws on your clit sets you alight, sends you into a whole other dimension completely as pleasure courses through your veins. 

“So good,” he mumbles. To you? To himself? You can’t tell, but that doesn’t really matter. “Still so good.”

You hear it, just how soaked you are, as he begins thrusting his digits in and out of you. He strokes your walls delicately with each press of his fingers, scissoring you open for what you know is to come. 

His tongue dips into your entrance then, teases your dripping hole as you pant heavily, 

Your legs close in on his head as the orgasm nears, but he keeps your thighs apart, firmly holding them open as he makes you unravel.

This is fucking unreal - Jungkook with his whole face tucked between your legs, desperate to make you come with his talented mouth. You never would have anticipated this when you woke up this morning.

No, just a while ago you were crying by yourself down at the beach. Now you’re crying out his name as he smothers himself in you.

Once he starts curling them inside of you, it’s embarrassing how fast you come. You clench hard around his fingers as the orgasm washes over you, dripping down his fingers and he uses the added wetness to carry you through the high.

“Jungkook…” you whimper, sounding completely fucked out even though it’s only just beginning. After a while, the heightened pleasure fades into the background, and he presses soft kisses against your inner thigh.

He crawls his way up your body until he’s facing you again. You watch his fingers and the way they’re coated in your juices, wondering what he’ll do with them next. Jungkook languidly smears the wetness all over your lips like he’s carefully painting them, only to kiss you afterward. When you moan against him, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your hand finds its way into his boxers then, wrapping your fingers around his hardened length, pumping him in your fist until he’s shallowly rutting against you.

The kiss gets broken when he suddenly pulls away, realization dawning on him. “Shit,” he exclaims. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Oh.” You blink at him, then you both just look at each other for a while. This isn’t a problem with no solution, even if the solution is a disastrous one in hindsight. You just want him, so badly that you can’t think of anything else.

He waits for you, doesn’t dare say anything else until you do.

Yet again, the opportunity presents itself for you to stop.

But you’ve already gone this far, and though it’s damn near impossible, you want him even more than you did before.

“Are you clean?” you ask.

It’s evident that he’s surprised by the way his eyes widen, and his silence that follows for the next half a minute. “Yeah,” he tells you.

“Okay. Then we don’t need a condom.”

He says your name once, his fingers brushing your hair away from your face sweetly. You always did like your name best when it used to fall from his lips so softly. “Are you sure?” he asks.

“I’m sure. I promise.”

Jungkook sucks in a breath, like he’s steadying himself, before he rids himself of the remaining piece of clothing on his body, then settles between your legs again. This time, his cock rests directly on your bare pussy. The anticipation makes it harder for you to breathe, makes you squeeze your thighs around his waist to not let him leave.

“How long has it been?”

Your answer is vague. “Too long,” you say. You don’t want to tell him that there’s been no one else since him, but you have a feeling that he understands it anyway. You think that he’d be pleased with your answer, that maybe it would boost his ego in a way, but there’s only a certain sadness that settles in his eyes. 

“Okay.” Regardless, he pushes past the sudden gloom that befalls his features, blinking away the disheartenment swimming in his irises, to align himself with your entrance. He rubs his cock against your pussy to coat you in his precum, even though you yourself are certainly more than wet enough for him to slide home easily. “Ready?”

“Yes,” you confirm, bracing your hands on his shoulders as he eases the tip into you, making the both of you moan at the contact. You feel him, all of him.

For a second, you wonder if he has ever forgone protection with anyone else, or if it’s only ever been just you.

Jungkook takes one of your hands off his shoulder to lay it flat on the bed next to your head, lacing your fingers together, giving your hand a slight squeeze. “Breathe. You can do it.”

“Give me a minute.”

“We’ve got time,” he says, his voice smooth like velvet.

“Can you kiss me?” you ask, almost like you’re shy even though he’s balls deep inside of you.

He chuckles lightly, so endeared by you and your silly question.

His lips meet yours sweetly, like doing so would help make the stretch less painful. Maybe it does, at least a little bit. 

You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, and he’s probably trying so hard to hold back, but he keeps kissing you nonetheless.

“You can move,” you say after a while.

“I’ll go slow, okay?”

“Okay.”

He rears his hips back, slowly, then thrusts forward again. You whimper from the slight burn, but it’s nothing you can’t handle. His movements are gentle for the next couple of minutes or so, and it isn’t until you start opening up more that he sets a steadier pace. Even when he starts to fuck you faster, one of his hands is still on your hips, rubbing your skin soothingly. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook grunts out, followed by a sigh of your name as he pumps into your cunt, every ridge and vein of his cock dragging deliciously in and out of your walls. “You feel so good.”

He gazes down at you as he moves, and there’s just something so intimate about it that it makes you want to cry again.

You know what it’s like to have him fuck you, and this isn’t it.

No, this is something else entirely.

I love you, you think. I love you so fucking much.

“Missed you.” His words come out hushed, caught in half a moan, half a whimper. “Missed you so fucking much.”

“Did you think about me?”

“Always,” he says, without even missing a beat.

“No,” you clarify. “When you were sleeping with other people, did you think about me?”

“I only thought about you.” His hips stutter as he tells you this, like he’s confessing to something that he shouldn’t. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You never admitted this to anyone, not even Taehyung even though he probably sensed it, but you used to feel like you could be physically sick just looking at the photos on his feed every time you’d lurk on a drunken night. They were never flashy, just subtle enough for you to know that there was someone. It made you nauseous, because the place next to him was always supposed to be yours.

You just stare at him, not knowing how to process this bit of information. Sure, it’s an ego boost. There’s some pride in knowing that you were the one on his mind even if you weren’t together.

He’s so utterly gorgeous like this that you can’t form a single coherent thought, too lost in the way his eyes bore into yours and in the blossoming warmth that spreads all over your chest from hearing his words.

How did he manage to get even more beautiful? Sculpted by the gods. The standard for all men.

“What is it?” he asks when you stare at him for too long.

“I…” You blink away the daze. “I wanna be on top.”

“Okay.”

Jungkook slips out of you just long enough to get seated with his back against the headboard and pull you into his lap. You hover over him, letting his tip rub against your dripping hole for a moment before you sink onto him. You tip your head back and sigh as you envelope him fully again, the only difference is that you can feel him so much deeper like this.

He grabs your ass with both hands, kneading your skin as he helps you ride him. The sounds that you make together are downright obscene, bouncing off the walls, ringing in your ears.

“Harder,” you tell him shakily. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I want it to hurt,” you say, holding onto him like you’re bracing for impact, because you know he’ll give you what you want. “Make it hurt.”

Jungkook sighs once, then digs his heels into the mattress to steady himself before his hips go wild, thrusting into you with such force that it nearly has you sobbing, your head falling onto his shoulder. It makes you burn with pleasure, like a star before it becomes a supernova. When the tension starts building quickly, you can’t help but slam your hips down harder to meet his thrusts, to chase that high.

You press your lips against his skin, any spot you could find - his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. “Tell me you love me.”

The words are ready on the tip of his tongue, like he’s been waiting for an opportunity to say it. He doesn’t miss a single beat as he tells you, “I love you.”

“Mean it.”

“I do mean it. I love you.”

Truth.

For some sick and twisted reason, his words send you crashing over the edge, falling into that abyss of pleasure that you’ve been searching for. You say his name, over and over again, like you’re making up for all the years that he wasn’t around to hear it.

Your walls convulse wildly around him as you cry out, your toes curling, your thighs shaking. He holds you close, thrusting into you through your orgasm until you’re dizzy, like you could actually pass out from the overwhelming bliss.

“I’m close,” he tells you in a raspy voice.

You catch your breath long enough to say, “Come for me.”

“Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” you say without much thought. If you were in a clearer state of mind, you would know that it’s reckless and stupid. You’re not on birth control, and if anything were to happen, you would have no one to blame but yourself.

But you aren’t in a clear state of mind, and maybe this is even more dangerous than if you were fueled by alcohol. At least you can sober up from alcohol.

You just want him so badly that rationality seems like a luxury you can’t afford right now.

“Y/N,” he whispers shakily, though there’s a warning edge to his voice that you understand.

“I want you to come inside me. I want it. I want it so bad. Please.”

Jungkook groans at your answer. 

He doesn’t ask you to look at him, instead choosing to hide his face against your neck where you feel something wet glide down your skin as he grips your hips. It’s followed by a sniffle, and hands that hold onto you like you’re a lifeline. 

He’s crying, and that breaks your fucking heart.

You don’t know what to do. Part of you wants to tilt his chin up to look at you, because it feels strange without his tender gaze on you, but you decide against it even though the tips of your fingers tingle with the need to do so. 

Your walls clench with purpose, squeezing around him, trying to help you get there. It’s not that long before you hear your name falling from his lips in a choked out moan, so needy and beautiful and makes you nostalgic. He empties himself inside of you, making you shudder from the sudden warmth that he paints along your walls.

You stay in the same position for a few more minutes until your chest is no longer heaving with exhaustion and euphoria. He gently pulls you off his lap to lay you down on the bed, pressing an apologetic kiss against your bare shoulder when you wince from the oversensitivity, from any kind of movement at all. 

When he moves to throw on his boxers and goes to stand up, you reach for him. “Where are you going?” You instantly feel pathetic for asking.

He pauses, then squeezes your hand as that sadness from before makes an appearance in his eyes again. “I’m just going to the bathroom,” he tells you, his voice quiet.

The relief on your face must be visible. “Okay,” you say. Rationally, you know he probably wouldn’t fuck you and leave you the second the deed is done. But again, rationality is a luxury at the moment.

Jungkook returns a couple of minutes later with a warm cloth, and dabs it between your legs to clean you up. You grimace when he touches you there, evidently sore already from the activities you just engaged in.

“Sorry,” he’s quick to say, though it isn’t really his fault. Or maybe it is his fault. You’re not sure if that even matters.

When he’s done, he gets under the covers with you. “Come here,” he says, then shuffles your body closer to his until he’s holding you with his hands on your bare waist. He leans down to kiss you, and you let him. God, you feel like you’re fucking melting.

It’s different from the kiss down at the beach, and it’s different from the needy ones you shared in the past hour. It’s soft and slow and easy, like there’s nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about.

Jungkook breaks away eventually, and rests his forehead against yours then. One of his hands on your waist slides up to your ribs, until his thumb could brush the underside of your breast. The touch is gentle, sweet, completely innocent.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. He means everything he tells you. “You’re perfect.”

You even blush, like you’re a stupid lovesick teenager. “Tell me,” you say.

“Anything.”

You reckon it’s self-indulgent at this point. You’re only asking to feel better about your place in his life, or rather, the place that used to be yours.

“Tell me you can’t live without me.”

He nudges his nose against yours. No hesitation. “I can’t live without you.”

Truth. You know it’s the truth.

Nonetheless… “Liar.” Your tone is soft. There’s no bite at all. You touch his face, trying to commit to memory every detail, how his soft skin feels under your touch as if it’s the last time you’ll ever get to see him like this. Maybe it is. You never got to have a last time with him, never got to know that it was ending before it already ended. You’re not thinking about the morning because you don’t want to, but the seed of anxiety is there in your belly. Your fingers trace his jawline as you say, “You lived without me. You were doing fine without me.”

His lips ghost over your cheek. “It wasn’t much of a life,” he says. “I couldn’t bear it without you.”

The thing is, you know that he’s being honest. And it should make you feel good that you affected him as much as he affected you.

But then… it keeps leading you back to that question. The question that you thought you could go the rest of your life without knowing the answer to. But for that to be possible, you needed him to stay gone, stay out of your world forever.

He shouldn’t be here, tangled up in the sheets with you and kissing you like his life depends on it. 

He shouldn’t tell you that he misses you, that he loves you. Shouldn’t tell you to please, love him too.

It’s contradictory, isn’t it? You needed to never see him again if you stood a chance of moving on with your life. You needed it and yet, all you wanted was to have him back by your side.

The tattoo catches your attention again. It feels like it’s laughing at you, mocking you.

You clench your teeth once, your eyes beginning to turn glassy. Jungkook sees it, and he’s quick to break up your train of thought. He presses his mouth to yours, shushing you with a deep kiss that makes your head spin, despite it all.

“Don’t think about it,” he mumbles against your lips, so desperate to get you to stop. As if he can sense where this could lead.

“How could I not? I don’t know who you are anymore.”

“You know me.” He holds onto your wrist, to keep your hand on his face before you can pull it away. “I’m still the same.”

“No, you’re not,” you say quietly, absentmindedly.

“Yes,” he insists. “Yes, I am.”

Maybe that’s true. Maybe you do see the person you used to know. But you only ever see him in glimpses and it always leaves you with a terrible, nauseous feeling afterward.

He doesn’t understand how much it hurts you to catch glimpses of the boy you used to love - the boy you still love - only to realize that maybe that isn’t the person he wants to be anymore. It feels like he keeps trying to kill that version of himself, like he despises the person who meant the world to you.

Are you gone forever?

Come back quietly.

“How old are you?” you ask after a moment.

The question makes him pause, his soft features twisting in confusion. He leans back a bit, so his eyes could focus on your face better.

“What?”

“How old are you?” you repeat.

It takes him another while to answer as he tries to see where you’re going with this. But when his search comes up empty, he just answers, “29.”

"I don't know who you are at 29. The last time I knew you was 24. No. You hadn't even turned 24 yet. Where was 25? 26? 27? 28? It’s unfair that you still know who I am when I don't know who you are. I feel like I never aged a day past 24. You carried on living but I'm still here."

His eyes well up once again, but this time, you can see it. The first tear spills over, lands somewhere on your collarbone. This is what you used to want, right? To see him hurting, just like how you were hurting? Well, be careful what you wish for.

No part of you feels victorious that you’re making him cry, that the score is finally being settled, because none of this undoes all of the shit you had to go through. If anything, it makes you feel even worse, like you’re still losing.

“I never moved on from us. I couldn’t move on from you,” he says, voice cracking toward the end. Your heart is doing the same thing in your chest, but you’re glad that he can’t see it. “I swear I miss you every day. I wanted you with me every day. You have no idea how much I wanted to come back to you.”

Jungkook looks so dejected, like a reflection of you these past few years. You recognize that look in his eyes. You know that sadness all too well. He was in as much pain as you were.

He loved you when he left you. He still loves you even after all this time. 

You inhale shakily. For the first time, you feel infinitely selfish for only focusing on your own misery without even stopping to give him the benefit of the doubt, to consider the possibility that maybe letting you go wasn’t something he wanted. Maybe he isn’t the antagonist that you spent years making him out to be.

There’s more to it, and you need to know.

“Then why did you leave me?”

Graduation was just shy of a month ago, and two weeks before that was Hoseok’s flight when he left you all behind.

You and Jungkook, along with Taehyung and Jimin had gone to see him off at the airport. Of course you did, you were his best of friends after all. The goodbye was full of jokes accompanied by sniffles, and tears that overflowed without permission because you all agreed that you would hold yourself together for Hoseok. Jimin was probably the one who cried the most, even though inside, you were equally sad to see your friend leave.

A part of your life was ending, and that in and of itself was depressing enough already, but you thought at least the whole group would still be together and start the next chapter by each other’s side.

Nonetheless, it wasn’t the end of the world. All of you could still make it work, even if it wasn’t the most ideal of situations. You promised to keep in touch, promised to message the group chat every day and have video calls every weekend. You were still kids, and kids tend to be optimistic like that.

What none of you could see coming was how everything would fall apart in a matter of mere weeks.

Jungkook thinks that decades from now, when he’s old and gray and helpless, he still won’t be able to forget that day.

He should’ve been more concerned when your mother contacted him out of nowhere, asking him to meet with her, asking him not to let you know where he was going.

He’d shown up half an hour early to the cafe where they were supposed to meet, just because he didn’t want to risk being late and have your mother disapprove of him even more. Not once had she expressed anything other than disdain toward your relationship, but you’d always told him it didn’t matter, that you were the only person who could decide what to do with your life, not anyone else, let alone your mother. He always believed you back then, even if deep down, he still wanted her to see that he was enough for you. Her unattainable approval still mattered to him.

Jungkook spent thirty whole minutes running on nothing but anxiety and caffeine. That was probably his first mistake, ordering a cup of coffee which only made him more nervous than he already was.

When your mother arrived, it barely took her any time at all to get right into what she came here to say. She hadn’t even bothered with a drink.

Was that how it was always going to end? Should he have seen it coming from the beginning? Was he the only one who thought it would be you and him all the way until the very end?

Maybe he was more of a hopeless romantic than he thought.

It was the way she had called him a phase that she hoped you’d grow out of. That she had let you keep this relationship for long enough, but now that you’d graduated - now that you’d be starting a life for yourself - she couldn’t sit back and watch you throw it all away for a boy who could never give you what you deserved.

It was the way she told him she didn’t want history to repeat itself. How she didn’t want to subject you to the same fate that she and your father had to suffer through. How she had left your dad because in the end, he wasn’t enough for her and you, even though you were a child and you deserved to grow up with a father and with love.

She said the same thing would happen to you and Jungkook, because you were meant for greater things and he was not meant to deserve you. She made it clear that he would always hold you back, that he would never amount to even a fraction of what you should receive in life.

“If you love her, you would let her go.”

Cliché, right? Like the kind of stuff you only ever see in movies? Well, movies have to take inspiration from somewhere.

He thought about his own mother then, and about how people could have such different ways of showing love. He believed that your mother loved you, and he still believes that. She wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of seeing him if she didn’t care about you. She wanted the best for you, and that wasn’t him.

She didn’t have to tell him to keep it a secret from you, because he wouldn’t have told you regardless. He was well aware of how strained your relationship with your mother was, and letting you know would only drive it closer to the edge. She knew he wouldn’t tell you. He loved you, and that was the one thing that she could count on.

Just sitting there in that café, Jungkook felt like all of the air had been sucked out of the room, even though he was surrounded by the other patrons and their lively laughter as they chatted away. The pitiful way that your mother kept looking at him forced him to learn what it was like to feel truly worthless.

The pity in her eyes only intensified when he couldn’t even say a single word in response, couldn’t think of anything to defend himself.

Silence meant agreement, and that was what he chose. Jungkook - the naive boy that he was - stopped believing in you. He’d believed her instead.

He was just a kid, what else was he supposed to do? 

She was your own flesh and blood, and he knew nothing could ever replace that. He would rather let you hate him, resent him for the rest of your life, than let you lose your family.

That day, he lied to you for the first time ever, saying he couldn’t come over because he was tired. The sunflowers he bought for you just hours prior ended up dying on his windowsill.

He wouldn’t see you again for a few more days, then for months afterward.

July was supposed to represent a blossoming summer, but all he could remember was the dreadful promise of a winter that would inevitably come.

You call his name when he takes too long to answer. “Tell me.”

“I love you,” he merely says. His hand brushes your cheek.

You frown, despite the way the three words make your chest tingle.

“I love you,” he says it again, trying to ease the furrow between your brows.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“I’m sorry.”

His voice is soft, barely even audible, but it’s this gentleness that makes his words ricochet, ringing in your ears loudly like a gun going off in the quiet of your room.

Again with the apologies.

Fuck this.

It’s hard to take it to heart when you don’t even know what he’s apologizing for.

You gave Jungkook the chance to explain himself, but if he doesn’t take it, then that’s not on you. There isn’t much else that you can do.

You swallow hard, then shove him off of you so you could get out of the bed. Your legs instantly tremble as you attempt to stand, but you soldier on as you put on your bra and underwear, then grab your dress from where it lays abandoned on the floor. You’re shaking, but it’s difficult to determine if it’s because you’re angry, or cold without his warmth nearby.

He’s quick to his feet too, rushing toward you before you could leave.

“Don’t touch me,” you hiss when he reaches for your arm. He doesn’t listen, because when has Jeon Jungkook ever fucking listened?

“Y/N, wait-”

“Wait for what?! I asked you a simple question and you can’t even answer me.”

He runs a hand over his face frustratedly, clearly torn over something. He holds your angered gaze, but the way he looks at you is much milder, gentler even if it’s equally frustrated. “I’m trying to protect you.”

You don’t know if it’s the wrong answer or not. You just know that in this moment, it irritates you to no end.

“Oh my god,” you gasp mockingly. “Someone is trying to kill me.”

“What?”

“Someone is trying to kill me. Someone is waiting outside that door right now, waiting for me to come out so they can kill me. Holy fucking shit, I’m about to be assassinated.”

“Y/N, I’m serious.”

There’s that burning sensation behind your eyes again. “And you think I’m not? What do you mean you’re trying to protect me? Protect me from what? Do you think this is a fucking k-drama? Jesus Christ,” you scoff harshly. “What do you want from me? What the actual fuck do you want?”

Jungkook aims for you again, and in an attempt to ward him off, your swinging fist inadvertently collides with his chest. The dress falls to the floor again, laying next to your feet, that useless piece of fabric.

It probably doesn’t do much damage to him, but he’s a bit startled regardless. So are you, if you’re being honest. But you do it again, and surprisingly, he lets you.

“You coward.” You shove hard at his chest, making him stumble backward. “You unbelievable asshole. You fucked me, you said you loved me, and you still can’t tell me why you left me.” 

He allows you to push him until his back is pressed against the wall. And even then, you don’t relent. Your fists continue beating against his chest as you start sobbing, spilling ‘I hate you’s in between so many expletives it could make his grandmother faint.

He might bruise in the morning.

You hope he bruises in the morning.

The least Jungkook could do is bruise for you.

You want him to curse him out for so many things - for loving you, for leaving you, for not even having the balls to tell you why he broke your heart. For coming back to remind you that you still love him. For proving that he still has you in the palm of his hands, and every twitch of his finger can make you feel like the walls are crumbling down on you.

But even as you tell him how much you hate him, you’re still thinking: Come back. I don’t want to keep losing you. Come back to me.

Because he’s the only person who can hurt you like this. When you think about him, it used to make you so depressed that you could hardly function. There’s no other way to put it to make it sound less pathetic. That’s just how it is.

You shouldn’t have agreed to this weekend, shouldn’t have been nice to him, shouldn’t have let him convince you not to think about it. You shouldn’t have opened the door for him in the first place, because there was always a part of you that knew he could get under your skin so easily just like that.

This wasn’t your second chance at holding onto him. It wasn’t a do-over. It was a re-enactment.

The years haven’t made you wiser, that much is clear.

You don’t know how long this goes on for, but at some point, you begin to wear yourself out. Your movements start to slow and the energy to violently sob leaves your body until you’re nearly collapsing. Jungkook catches you when you don’t have the strength to hold yourself up anymore. Why are you always so fucking helpless?

“You just…” Your voice gets caught at the end of a sob. This is rock bottom all over again. “You make me so sad.”

You grasp his arm weakly, feeling like your own lungs are failing you. You can’t breathe. It’s too much, too infinitely humiliating. He’s doing this to you again, and this time you have to shoulder most of the blame, because you are the one that enabled your own heartbreak for the second time.

You’re still crying, and you hate that this is the first time he’s ever seen you cry like this.

“I’m trying to protect you,” he says firmly, looking at you like he’s trying so hard not to break down alongside you. “Please, I’m so sorry.” The words come out as a whisper now. You can feel the tremble in his voice and the shake of his hands where they hold you. His big bambi eyes - the usual home of constellations - now house tears that threaten to spill onto his supple cheeks. “Please. What can I do to make you believe me?”

It’s those stupid fucking eyes. It’s your stupid fucking self.

“You need to tell me.” Your tears keep on falling no matter how much he tries to wipe them away. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“It’ll make things worse,” he tells you, his voice cracking as he does. He sounds like he means it, and maybe he does believe that whatever he’s hiding from you will only hurt you more. It almost has you caving, but you can’t do this a second time. You’re exhausted, both physically and emotionally. In the morning, you’ll think about how this is all so dramatic, the way you’re acting right now. The most k-drama-esque thing that has ever happened to you. But in the moment, you just feel like someone plunged a knife in your chest, and they keep twisting it, twisting and twisting,...

In the end, you decide that it’s a risk you’ll have to take, because nothing can be more painful than the absolute hell he’s putting you through. He’ll never understand how utterly excruciating it is to experience this kind of heartbreak.

“If you don’t tell me now, I won’t be able to survive you again.”

up next...

our beloved summer (08) ⏤ aka the JK centric chapter

all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means. [posted september 30, 2023]

[smolvenger]

Hot for Teacher (Professor! Tom Hiddleston x fem! Reader Oneshot)

Summary: After being private about your relationship, your professor boyfriend, Tom Hiddleston, introduces you to his students.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Some thirsty comments and cursing, but no smut. Established relationship and lots of fluffy moments. Grammar and spelling mistakes that slipped past me. Reader not being a student and being an Adult Adult (tm). A big fancy ball because I decided not some hum drum party was gonna do. (I'm the writer, I can do what I want). I rip off YouTube comments and Ana Huang and stuff I see on Tiktok and Instagram.

A/N: For @holdmytesseract's request! I am sorry this took a while due to stuff happening, but here it is!!!

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You always visited the campus coffee shop on Mondays at 10 am to overhear students being thirsty for your boyfriend. You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at their comments. They were leaving their English Literature Survey class. Only they weren’t discussing books.  

“Sooo nice of him to lower the word count for the essay, he knows it’s a lot.”

“Holy crap, did you see how tight his shirt was today? I could practically see his titties.”

“He needs to quote Shakespeare again. I think I’m developing a kink.”

“If I caught my girl in bed with Professor Hiddleston, I’d tuck him in.”

“If I was at the club and Professor Hiddleston was hitting on my girl, I’d start to cry…because he didn’t choose me.”

“I’m a hardcore lesbian, but Professor Hiddleston is on my cheat card.”

“I’m a hardcore asexual, but Professor Hiddleston is so hot that if I had to get pregnant I’d want him to do the honors.”

You sipped up your drink, sitting in a far corner. Smiling bright as you heard them. Stifling a laugh so hard you could feel your drink always threatened to snort out of your nose. You would cup your face, ensuring they didn’t take note of you. Even get out the notes app on your phone to type them down. Not that you’d ever show him. 

He was their hot Professor. But to you, he was just Tom.

Just Tom. A boyfriend who cared for you respected you, and listened to you. Who did the bare minimum and so much more. They didn’t know his flaws, living with each other's smells and body odors and functions and insecurities. And the little, beautiful moments that made you all the more in love with him. How you would both go to bookstores and geek out after certain works, make a mess in the kitchen trying a new recipe, or stay in your pajamas until 1 pm watching something on the TV. Did they know how loud he snored at night? Or how sensitive his neck was? Or that he was fidgety if he sat too long? 

Then one of them said “His girlfriend is one lucky ass bitch. I wonder what she’s like?”

“Oh…he hasn’t said anything about a girlfriend, do you think…he’s single?!” one asked.

They all shot up like meerkats with big smiles.

You froze, only staring quietly at your drink. 

Tom didn’t talk about you in class. Nothing. Nada. Goose eggs.  They didn't know you existed.

So far you were sure they were not little homewreckers- not successfully, at least. You trusted Tom and he trusted you and his students respected his boundaries. But he blocked them on social media so they wouldn’t dig anything about him. Tom was a private person and he wanted that to be respected by his students. 

When you both met to hang out and make dinner later that evening- his special Spaghetti bolognese recipe, he gave you a hug and kiss on your head.

“Oh, you missed a spot!” you teased.

His eyes crinkled beneath his glasses.

“Oh- uh,” he voiced out.

You dived in to kiss him on the lips, his beard scratching your chin.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Oh, just fine. Your students were…wondering about me today. I saw them at the shop.”

“They didn’t recognize you?”

“No- they don’t know what I look like. Or about me, period…we’ve kept it that way…”

Both of you got into the kitchen, rolling up your sleeves and preparing the pasta and sauce. It smelled of garlic, onion, and olive oil, making your stomach rumble. How easily smelling that in a kitchen could solve all of your problems!

He smiled at you. Then, as the pasta was set to boil in the pot, he turned to you. His sleeves rolled up (making you giddy inside) and his face was a little flushed from the heat of the steam from cooking.

“My angel, I don’t want to keep you in hiding- and you shouldn’t.”

“Tom, what do you mean?” you asked. You stirred the sauce, then tapped the spoon and set it on a jar for attempted cleanliness.

 I love you. And this is a part of my life…would you like to meet them? I promise you, they won’t hurt you. I won’t let them!” 

He went up to hug you from behind and you watched the simmering food.

You paused, taking in a breath. What were you afraid of? Were you ashamed of Tom or being with him? No, not a bit.

 You turned around to face him.

“They’re college kids. They’re basically puppies…I think I’d like to meet them.” you agreed

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You both decided what event it should be that you would meet them. There were events called Bookish Balls that were all the rage now. It was a prom for adults. Proms where everyone dressed like fantasy characters and showed off costumes and even cosplays. It was everything from complex armor to a dress with some elf ears on. 

You knew he had a Shakespearean-era outfit from a play he did that he kept you just had to find the right look. It would be more exciting and less creepy then if you jumped on them at the mall like a pair of stalkers. 

And the ball looked like fun.

You and Tom both arrived. He was in his Shakespearean garb and crown. You had your own outfit- you adored it. You couldn’t help but look at each large mirror you walked by as you walked down the dim hallways with carpeted floors.

All the students were talking about it- tickets were 60 percent off for students. Since they were all raving about these hot new fantasy books between their required reading of Dickens. They all rattled their iced coffees like maracas and gossiped and shared pics of their outfits on their phones every day before class according to Tom. Most of them would all be there.

Little did they know their Professor was going to be there, as well as his girlfriend.

You both arrived at the fine, fancy hotel. Tom was dressed in his leather doublet and pants with a large cape and a grand crown. Ever the king. You had splurged on the fancy outfit you wanted badly- and you felt as if you were a heroine in a story as you walked through.

“You look stunning- they’re going to adore you,” Tom assured you.

You hoped so. If they met you and humiliated you in some way tonight or after, you would move to Antarctica and learn to speak penguin. 

Taking his arm and feeling like royalty, you both went down the fine large building. You saw people gathered. There were some stage lights and the large gala room had trees with flowers everywhere as well as thrones, little game booths photo booths, and a banquet. And, of course, a packed dance floor. A live band played. Many people wore crowns and wings and elf ears and were dancing away with zeal. Women twirled their ballgown skirts with smiles so big it lit them up. Many flicked their capes dramatically or wrapped around them like blankets. There were fairy lights and glitter everywhere and there were photo ops and even a costume contest. It was in full sway.

 Including a crowd that included Tom’s students. They jumped up in time to the song, breathlessly singing along to every word.

Tom held out your hand, both of you feeling like the king and queen looking over their jubilant subjects. You both walked down. Hoping your outfit looked as nice on you as you hoped it would.

The song was entering its last chorus. The student's backs were turned and their capes and wings were bouncing as they danced. They hadn’t noticed you yet.

He went to his group of students and cleared his throat. At once they turned their heads.

They looked at him and then you and their jaws dropped.

Tom said.“hello, here is  Y/N, my beautiful, amazing girlfriend.” He then leaned you in and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

All of their eyes bugged out of their skulls and jaws dropped like broken nutcrackers among them.

You were worried the girls in the group would glare at you like they were going to rip out your stomach intestines.

But instead, all of them collapsed into a collective “AAaaaaawwwwwww, hello!” and “What?! WHAT?!” Their eyes flitted toward Tom in tight leather (who wouldn’t?) and you in your presence. 

You went up like in any social situation. You gave them a smile- warm, genuine, polite, and friendly.

“Hi there, it’s nice to meet you- I heard all about you guys!”

You shook their hands. You got to meet them and learn names- Kelly, Hailey, Jessie, Emily, Daniel, Isaiah, Chase, Cameron, Kat, Miranda, Edgar, and so many more your head spun. But you eventually got it with practice.

But they let you dance with them. Be relaxed and have fun. It moved from a band to a playlist of all the classic dance songs. The band blasted Single Ladies and the girls invited you, dragging you in. You tried to copy the moves from the music video, but couldn’t quite and they all burst into laughter anyway.

It then slowed down- it was a ballad, the Cody Fry song about falling in love being like a symphony.

“Well…could I have a dance with my lady?” Tom asked, holding out his hand.

They gasped and looked at you.

“Oh, what a gentleman! I’d be delighted!” you said, accepting his hand.

They let you and Tom have a slow dance- how handsome he looked in the light, beaming at you. They smiled as if they were watching a rom-com at the end. There were no angry glares- at most, some looked a little reflective and sad. But none dared interrupt the moment with you and Tom.

Would they hate you after seeing the affection?

If so, they shut their mouths and minded their beeswax about it.

There were loads of pictures- you were willing to take some (they were seeing you as the surrogate Adult Adult more than their adults) and they included you in some, including some selfies.

Tom excused himself and returned with even brought you a little plate of food. a plate full of little sandwiches, cheeses, and fruits. You both rested your feet and shared some, feeling their eyes on you. For dessert, there were some gooey brownies that melted in your mouth. Tom eagerly grabbed some, his large hands packing as many brownies as he could. 

But you realized his beard had streaks of chocolate brownies on it, you burst into laughter and you heard some giggling from the students too.

“Oh, let me take care of that!” you offered.

You got out a handkerchief and wiped it off of him. You definitely heard “awwwws” in the distance. Looking at it, his beard was now clean.

“There you go! But dashing as always!” you said.

He held your hand and kissed it. The “AWWWWWS” got louder in the back and you both had to suppress your laughter.

Rejoining the students, you saw them less as little judges or would-be homewreckers. You got to talk to them. Maybe you judged them harshly- you remembered being in college when you were that young too. Of course, they grumbled about the coursework sometimes and you gave your own insight. 

“Oh- you’re seriously reading Persuasion? Oh, just wait! Austen takes some time to get used to when you read her stuff- read them slowly and you will catch onto what’s happening! The yearning in that one is beautiful” you encouraged a distraught Hailey. 

You even discussed what fantasy books they were into and got some more recommendations for your ever-growing TBR. And at the end, every last person in the crowd gathered and danced. You and Tom joined the students with big grins and aching feet, but you wouldn’t stop until that last song ended its phrase. No drama. No pettiness. And no hiding. No fear. Just people at a party. Young and happy and alive.

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The other morning, you were back at the coffee shop. Waiting on them. Soon enough, they arrived in their band, though you remained in the corner. 

“I couldn’t believe he had a girlfriend!” Daniel gasped.

“Really?! I’m not! A man that fine can have his pick,” Kelly commented.

They began to all get iced coffees and gather around.

“She is gorgeous- didn’t you see her at that ball!? And she’s super nice!”

“Yeah…I want them to be happy and he seems so happy-”

“Oh, he is cheesing after her- you saw how he smiled?! And how he got the plate for her? Like, he’s a walking green flag!”

‘She’s so lucky!

“Listen, I am glad they’re happy…I just wish it were me…”

They all sighed and agreed,. You waited for that whole vibe of that phrase to blow away.

Then, quietly you walked over.

“Hello everyone,” you said.

They gasped and turned heads.

“YN! YN, hi!” one boy, what was his name- oh yes, Cameron!-said.

“Oh, I just wanted to pop by,” you added.

Then, Emily stood up. She got out a chair from one table and moved it over to where everyone sat .

“Do you have anywhere to be? You can…you can join us! You’re welcome to!”

You smiled at them and took a seat.

[gutzsbie]

I know I already did this but I wanted to make it better and add some other headcanons I had about this idea so here you go! Some are the same as the old one, some have been tweaked and some are new headcanons I wanted to add

CHAI AS A DAD HEADCANONS:

•The baby would almost be a carbon copy of Chai with one or two features from his S/O

•He would be a boy dad (idk why but I feel like he would(im not hinting that he had a boy in my tomodachi life what))

•Chai would try to play it cool during the birth (his poor hand) but as soon as he sees the baby resting on his S/O, he would break and maybe cry (happy tears of course)

•He would be kinda nervous about holding the baby but once he holds them he will NOT let them go

•Chai: "Holy crap! I'm a dad now... I'm gonna be the coolest dad ever! And this little dude gonna be the coolest kid ever!"

•With his musical robot powers he would be in charge of both bedtimes and naptimes cause the baby would knock tf out when in Chai's arms

•During his S/O pregnancy the baby would only really kick or move when Chai puts his robot arm on your baby bump

•When he finds out that his S/O's is pregnant he'd be nervous and a little scared about it but after awhile he'll be chill about it, excited even (this might help with his inferiority complex a bit idk)

•Chai would have to take parental classes and read the baby book cause he would be quite clueless about this stuff even though he claims he's a pro with children (sorry Chai but you are a little stupid /lh)

•I think he would be actually pretty good with the baby minus changing the baby's nappy/diaper

•He'd attempt it but he would struggle and eventually cave in and call his S/O for help

•He would LOVE to dress the baby! He'd put them in lots of cool/cute onsies

•He has a matching shirt for him and the baby that has something like "big rockstar" "little rockstar" on it

•If he got one of those baby front carrier things he would constantly wear it and show off the little dude like the proud dad he is

•When the baby is still a newborn he would take them to the hideout to meet the tea-m (of course he'd show the newborn to 808 first)

•His S/O finds Chai asleep either on the bed or sofa snoring with the baby laying on his chest or resting in his arm also asleep (S/O definitely takes a couple of photos cause it's cute)

•When the baby gets a little older Chai would form a little two person band with him playing his guitar and the baby on drums (banging on random toys or kitchen utensils) and/or sing (making noises)

•I can imagine the baby dancing or doing the toddler bounce to Nine Inch Nails or The Glass Pyramids

•The baby would be accident prone like Chai but instead of nearly getting killed they trip on thin air or run into walls even if they're ultra careful (poor baby ^^;)

•Chai would have so many "conversations" with the little dude once they start cooing/making noises and he could put on a slight baby voice like he kinda does with 808 occasionally in the game

•Chai: "Who's my little rockstar huh?"

•Baby: "Ooh!"

•I feel like the baby's first word would either be "dada" or "cat" that's if 808 is there during the moment (it would be funny)

•Chai would be over the moon if their first word is "dada" and maybe brag about it (he's just a proud dad)

•The baby would love 808 simply cause she's a cat and 808 would love the baby too

•Chai would catch 808 cuddled up next to the baby when they're asleep (he'd get a quick photo and show Peppermint cause again it's cute)

•Speaking of the tea-m...

•Peppermint might not want to hold them but she would have the baby rest in their bouncy chair thing next to her desk and occasionally look over to the baby and talk to them

•Macaron would also love the little dude but he'd be extremely nervous holding them cause of how small they are (I mean look at the size of Macaron(huge lad))

•He might call the baby either "little little guy" or "littler guy"

•Korsica would be fine holding the baby but she might be slightly awkward when trying to talk to the baby

•CNMN would hold the baby in a funny way like holding them out away from him and immediately give them a psyhc profile even if they're only still a newborn (it would only say mini-Chai(for now that is))

•As this happens after the project armstrong defect fiasco and when Roxanne returns, she'd be great with them as she obviously has had experience with children and honestly she'd be happy for you both

•Overall I think he'd be a fun dad and love his little dude (^^)

[dragonmuse]

I am shaking crying screaming after reading your BEAUTIFUL grown-up bad kids fic. That fic summary was SO misleadingly simple compared to the magnificent NOVEL you wrote (it's literally more words than the Great Gatsby)

Genuinely, seriously, if you were to ever expand that universe into the past or future, you have a die-hard fan of your work in your backpocket!! I'm gonna gather my thoughts fully (because I only just finished it) and put a proper comment in Ao3, but HOLY CRAP. You should be so proud of yourself for writing this. Really.

The little revealed bits of past history. The drop-dead funny moments that got me failing to stifle my laugh in the middle of a seminar. EVERYTHING ABOUT IT IS SO GOOD!!!!!!!

Thank you so so so much! I'm so happy you liked it! I am already working on a second story from Fabian's POV that takes vignettes from every year of his life from fifteen to thirty-five. I'm really enjoying hanging with them!

[musicalfan78]

Every saga in a mf78 nutshell (PT 3)

pt 1, Pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6, pt 7, pt 8, pt 9

*STORM*

Odysseus: Okay so, since we escaped from that horrible cyclops, we're definitely going to survive this storm! KEEP ROWING!

Crew: YES SIR!

Eurylochus: I have a strange feeling about this...

Perimedes and elpenor: CAPTAIN! AN ISLAND!

Odysseus/Eurylochus: HOLY CRAP!

Odysseus: We need harpoons.

Eurylochus: For what?

Odysseus: We're gonna shoot it in the sky! :D

Eurylochus: I beg your finest pardon?

*shoots for the sky*

*LUCK RUNS OUT*

Eurylochus: This seems like a bad idea Ody!

Odysseus: Buut, this can help us, for its the home of the wind god!

Eurylochus: We can't confirm that?

Odysseus: ....listen here second in command, how many fucking floating islands have you seen before? And the answer is this! Im going up there.

Eurylochus: But what if you piss off this god?

Odysseus: Ehhh, ill see. Okay byeeee

*KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE*

Odysseus: HEY UH, AEOLUS, BUDDY, I NEED YOUR HELP TO GET HOME. ...PLEASE?

Aeolus: Hahahaha! I'll help you, but on one little condition!

Odysseus: And what's that?

Aeolus: Just don't open this bag and you'll make it home safe and sound! :)

Odysseus: *Gets back onto the ship*

Perimedes: Yo captain! What's in the bag?

Elpenor: Is there interesting stuff?!

Odysseus: Its very dangerous so we must-

Winions: GOLD :D

Odysseus: ....uh

Perimedes: OPEN THE BAG!

Elpenor: OPEN THE BAG!

Odysseus: uhh no.

(dreams, ooo, dreams)

Odysseus: MY WIFE! MY SON! IM GETTING HOME!

Dream!Penelope/Dream!Telemachus: They're opening the wind bag

Odysseus: FUCK-

Aeolus: I warned you not to open it! >:(

Odysseus: BUT IT WASNT ME!

Aeolus: So? :/

Odysseus: UGH, WHERE ARE WE GOING TO?

Aeolus: The land of the giiiaaants. *fades away*

Odysseus: EURY! HELP ME CLOSE THIS!

Eurylochus: BUT, ITS TOO LATE!

Odysseus: SO?!

*The two try to close the wind bag, they later to succeed, but then...*

Poseidon: SURPRIIIIISE YA BITCH!

*RUTHLESSNESS*

Odysseus: Oh crap- listen uh, we-

Poseidon: SILENCE! You don't deserve to explain to me after you hurted my son!

Odysseus: That baby I dropped was yours?!

Poseidon: What? No! I meant that Cyclops you stabbed in the eye and practically doxxed yourself to!

Odysseus: Ohhhh. We needed to escape and all, nothing much!

Poseidon: You made him cry, and now I'm gonna make you pay for it. WATER WAVES!

558 men: OH SHIT- *gets drowned in the water*

Odysseus: NOOOOOO!

Poseidon: All I gotta do is just end you next, any last words...?

Odysseus: Yeah...

Odysseus: Omae wa, mo shinderu...

Poseidon: What?

Odysseus: *OPENS THE REST OF THE WIND BAG*

Poseidon: SHIIIIIIIIIIIT!

*The crew is now away from Poseidon*

Poseidon: I WILL BE BACK! JUST YOU SEEEEEE!

[mileymint]

I keep forgetting I'm friends with THE @electrozeistyking and then proceed to get jumpcared seeing her in my notes. Like holy crap guys look at my awesome popular friend who's super good at art, I'm just a little guy but they think I'm cool too

Idk how to explain this feeling but yeah I'm definitely feeling it

This applies to a very large amount of my mutuals also. I love you all so much and this is honestly insane to me. I'm gonna throw up and cry /affectionate

I WILL be annoying and brag about having yall as friends, I can't even put it into words how much everyone here means to me

Like GUYS look at @yadchi-i-guess and @leefl00f , these guys are so cool

Lookit @cherrysandcats ‼️‼️ LOOK AT EM‼️‼️‼️

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[elementaldoughnut12]

"Party of Five"

*contains mpreg and CM Punk so if you don't like then don't read!*

Doughnut Team: @afterdarkprincess @thlayli-ra (this involves you!)

Drew was currently sleeping in bed with his husband, Punk, and was having the best sleep of his life. Well, he was until he felt a round of little kicks in his belly. “No, too early” he mumbles as he rubs his belly to try and calm his baby down to no avail. He tried to go back to sleep but his baby had other plans. “Alright little one, I'm up” he says with a yawn as he sits up in bed. He looks over to see his husband still sleeping in bed.

Drew lets out a smile as he leans over and kisses Punk's forehead. “At least you get to sleep in” he says quietly as he gently gets out of bed, the movement causing a sudden pressure in his bladder. “Oh crap, hope I make it this time” he says as he rushes to the bathroom. When he finishes relieving himself, he looks at himself in the mirror. His baby bump is huge despite him being only five months pregnant. He believes he's carrying more than one baby while his husband thinks he's carrying one big baby.

“No more kicking? You just wanted to mess with mommy didn't you?” Drew asks as he rubs his swollen bump. He still can't believe he's having a child with a man he used to call his worst enemy, if someone told him this would happen five years ago he would've punched them in the face. “Good things come to those who wait huh?” Drew says with a smile as he continues rubbing his bump. The feeling of the cool metal of his wedding band feels nice on his bare belly.

He gets a notification on his phone which brings him out of head. “Which app am I getting a notification for?” he asks curiously as he walks out the bathroom. He grabs his phone from the counter and checks his app. He realizes it's from his calendar app and gasps in surprise at what the special occasion is. Today's the day they get to find out the gender of their baby. Drew felt himself start to cry at the thought of finally seeing his child and experiencing it with the man he loves.

“Mommy and daddy finally get to see you today” Drew says happily through tears as he rubs little circles on his belly, receiving soft kicks in response. He hears the bed creaking behind him and remembers that his husband is still asleep. “Guess we gotta wake daddy up now huh?” Drew asks as he makes it to Punk's side of the bed. “Phil, wake up” Drew says quietly as he lightly nudges his husband's shoulder.

“No, it's the weekend” Punk mumbles as he rolls away from Drew, causing him to laugh. “You gotta get up, it's time” Drew says sweetly, which definitely wakes Punk up. “Wait, time? You're in labor?!? It's too early, holy fuck it's too early!” Punk says in a panicked tone as he shoots up out of bed, causing Drew to laugh a bit. “Knew that would wake you up” Drew says through giggles which confuses Punk. “So you're not going into labor?” Punk asks curiously.

“No, we got four more months until that happens hon” Drew explains, causing Punk to sigh in relief. “Holy shit babe! Don't scare me like that!” Punk says as he caresses Drew's bump. “I'm sorry but I had to wake you up somehow” Drew apologizes as he runs his fingers through Punk's hair. “Maybe not telling me you're going into labor is a start! Anyways, what's good about today?” Punk asks as he leans into Drew's touch. “You promise not to be a nervous wreck?” Drew asks, causing his husband to glare at him.

“Me being nervous is justified! I'm surprised you're not nervous considering you're literally carrying our kid” Punk says, causing Drew to giggle. “The only reason why I'm not nervous is because the whole time I've been pregnant I had to calm you down! It's very therapeutic actually, you're like a puppy” Drew says jokingly, causing Punk to glare at him again. “Haha, very funny! Now are you gonna tell me what's special about today or you gonna keep me in suspense?” Punk asks curiously.

“Today's the day we find out what the gender of our baby is” Drew says with a smile, Punk's eyes widening in shock. “Wait, really?” Punk asks, Drew nodding in response. Punk just smiles as he kisses the center of Drew's bump. “I can't believe we get to see our little nugget today” Punk says as traces little stars on Drew's belly, feeling soft kicks in response. Drew loves that he gets to see the soft side of his husband. “You wanna start getting ready or you wanna keep rubbing my belly like it's a crystal ball?” Drew says jokingly, making Punk laugh a bit.

“Fine, I'll get ready but ain't the appointment at twelve? Why are we up so early?” Punk asks curiously as he gets out of bed. “It's best to get ready now then half ass it last minute also I know how you don't like traffic” Drew says as he turns the bedroom light on and walks over to the dresser. “I swear I feel like anytime I have a special event to go to everybody automatically has somewhere to go as well!” Punk complains as he kisses Drew's cheek and goes to the bathroom.

“This wouldn't be a problem if we lived in Scotland!” Drew says teasingly. “Sorry hon, but I'd rather have someone bust my windshield with a tire iron for cutting them off then get stoned to death over it!” His husband says back, causing Drew to roll his eyes. “Don't worry baby, daddy's just complaining like always” Drew says sweetly to his bump. “Don't make our kid have a bad impression of me!” Punk argues, causing Drew to laugh.

“Go take your shower or I'm going to the doctors myself!” Drew threatens, automatically hearing the shower running right afterwards. “I love that man but he's so stubborn sometimes” Drew says truthfully as he picks out some clothes for his husband and sets them on the bathroom counter. While Punk is showering, Drew rummages through the dresser to find clothes for himself.

He picks out a matching blue cotton maternity bra and panties, a pair of black leggings, some ankle socks and a long sleeve blue maternity blouse with a belt in the middle. He takes off his pajamas and proceeds to put on the clothes he picked out. “I look so good in blue” Drew says with a smile as he ties the belt around his midsection. While looking at himself in the mirror, he also spots Punk staring at him from the entrance of the bathroom.

“Were you staring at me the whole time?” Drew asks curiously as Punk walks over to him. “Maybe I did, is that a crime?” Punk asks as he wraps his arms around Drew's waist. “It is, if you were trying to sneak a peek at me in my underwear like a pervert” Drew says jokingly, as he rests his hands on top of his husband's. “I think me doing that last time is how you got pregnant” Punk says as he rests his head on Drew's shoulder. He looks at Drew in the mirror with love in his eyes.

“You look so beautiful right now” Punk says affectionately, causing Drew to blush. “You're such a charmer” Drew says sweetly as he looks at Punk. “It's what got you to marry me didn't it?” Punk asks with a cheeky grin. “That it did” Drew answers as he kisses his husband. They continue kissing until the sound of Drew's stomach growling breaks them apart. “Hungry?” Punk asks with a laugh. “Yes, we got any leftover doughnuts?” Drew asks curiously as he and Punk walk out the bedroom.

“I think we got the cream filled ones left” Punk answers, which excites Drew. “Oh I love those! I always loved having cream in me” Drew says, causing Punk to blush immensely. “Oh my god babe you're gonna be the death of me” Punk says as they make it to the kitchen. “Better me than someone else” Drew says casually as he sits on a barstool at the kitchen counter. Punk gets the box of pastries out the fridge and hands it to Drew as he makes himself some coffee.

“You want any coffee babe?” Punk asks as he grabs a mug from the cabinet, receiving nothing in response. He turns around and laughs when he sees Drew with his cheeks stuffed and frosting smeared around his mouth. “Enjoying yourself over there?” Punk says jokingly as Drew finishes eating his doughnut. “Yep and I don't regret it” Drew says confidently as licks his fingers. Punk just smiles as he pours his coffee into a mug and then grabs a paper towel. “Never would've thought you would have a sweet tooth” Punk says as he wipes the frosting off Drew's face.

“I always had one but I just never made it public” Drew says truthfully as he offers his husband a doughnut. “Scared people will think you're not the big bad Scot you claim to be just because you eat sweets?” Punk asks teasingly as he dunks his doughnut in his coffee. “Are you trying to get under my skin, love?” Drew asks as he makes Punk look at him. “You know me so well” Punk says with a sweet smile, causing Drew to roll his eyes. “I'm gonna go put some shoes on while you finish eating ok?” Drew asks as he gives Punk a kiss and walks into the living room.

Once he's in the living room, he grabs a pair of brown knee-high boots and sits on the couch. He slips them on and when he tries to zip them up… he can't reach them. “Uh oh” Drew says a bit worryingly as he tries to reach the zipper but his bump is in the way. He keeps trying to reach them for a couple more minutes until he lays back on the couch with a sigh. “Phil!” Drew calls out, catching the man's attention. “Yeah, princess? What's wrong?” Punk asks worryingly as he walks over to Drew.

“I need help” Drew says in an embarrassed tone, causing his husband to smirk. “What exactly do you need help with?” Punk asks, pretending not to know what the problem is. “I can't zip up my boots because my belly is in the way” Drew says with a blush. “Do you want me to help you?” Punk asks, clearly enjoying the cute moment. “Yes please” Drew says quietly which absolutely melts Punk's heart. “You got it babygirl” Punk says with a wink as he bends down to help his husband. “This is so embarrassing” Drew says quietly.

“How is it embarrassing? So what if your belly got in the way? It was bound to happen sooner or later” Punk says as he finishes zipping up Drew's boots. “Yeah, but I'm only five months in and I'm already having trouble! I'm gonna be immobile by the end of it!” Drew says with a whine. “Don't worry hon, if that happens then I'll gladly help you” Punk says sweetly, which makes Drew feel a bit better. “What happens if I crush you?” Drew asks jokingly. “That'd actually be my favorite way to die honestly” Punk says, causing Drew to laugh.

“You're so weird! Come on let's leave before we're late” Drew says through giggles as he gets off the couch and grabs his purse. “I'm weird? You're such a hypocrite babe” Punk says, Drew sticking his tongue out at him when they leave the house. “It's actually nice out today for once” Drew says happily as he enjoys the cool breeze. He looks over and sees Punk staring at him again. “Something wrong hon?” Drew asks curiously. Punk just walks over and kisses him deeply. “I'm so excited to take this next step with you” Punk says affectionately as he traces stars on Drew's belly.

“I'm excited to do this with you too” Drew says sweetly as they kiss one last time and get in the car. “I'm so excited to see our little nugget!” Punk says excitedly as they buckle up and he starts the car. “Don't you mean nuggets? No way in hell that I'm only having one baby” Drew says as he looks at the window. “Why not? You're a hot guy of immense size so our baby might just be huge cause of your weird ass genes or whatever” Punk explains, Drew giving him a serious look.

“Did you really call me hot just so I wouldn't deck you for basically calling me fat?” Drew asks with a smirk. “That depends… did it work?” Punk asks a bit nervously. “Surprisingly it did you silver tongue devil” Drew says sweetly, Punk letting out a tiny sigh of relief. “I'm gonna take that as a win also I believe that we're only gonna have one kid! I would bet on it!” Punk says confidently, causing Drew's smirk to grow wider. “Are you truly a gambling man, Phil?” Drew asks casually with Punk letting out a smirk of his own.

“That depends on what the challenge and the prize is, so what do you have in mind?” Punk asks curiously. “Whoever is right about how many kids we're gonna have, the loser has to buy the winner a baker's dozen after this” Drew offers which sparks Punk's interest. “Alright I'm in! I can't wait for you to feed me jelly doughnuts when we get home” Punk says confidently. “You love having my hands on you don't you?” Drew asks jokingly. “I love everything about you but your hands, they're my favorite part! Especially in the bedroom ” Punk says with a blush, causing Drew to laugh.

They finally make it to the clinic and park the car but something is different. Punk doesn't get out and opens Drew's door for him like he usually does. Drew looks over and sees his husband looking away from him while forcibly gripping the steering wheel. “Phil, you ok?” Drew asks worryingly, snapping Punk out of his thoughts. “Yeah yeah, I'm fine!” Punk answers as he lets go of the steering wheel. “You're clearly not, so do you wanna talk about it?” Drew offers, causing Punk to sigh.

“I'm scared” Punk says truthfully. “Scared of what? The doctor? Ya gotta give me more hints than that love” Drew says as Punk looks him right in the eyes. “Remember the stories I told you about my dad and how horrible he was to me my whole life?” Punk asks, Drew nodding in response. “Yeah, you connect the dots” Punk says sadly, Drew realizing what he means. “Do you really think that what your father did to you, that you'll do the same to our child?” Drew asks curiously.

“Like father like son right? It's bound to happen” Punk says as he looks out the window again. Drew didn't like that answer and grabbed Punk's hand. “Phil, look at me” Drew says but Punk doesn't listen. “Phil Brooks, look at me right fucking now” Drew says a bit angrily, which makes Punk look at him. “Just because your dad was an evil man doesn't mean you'll become just like him. I have seen how sweet and caring you are to my nieces and nephew, Joe, Lyra and Piper so I know that you're amazing with kids!

Hell, the moment I told you I was pregnant you were already wanting to prepare for the big day! So please don't think that just because you were treated badly that you'll end up doing the same thing cause that'll never be you” Drew says truthfully with a soft smile. Punk feels himself cry a bit but quickly wipes the tears away. “I don't deserve you princess” Punk says with a smile of his own. “Yes you do ya big idiot, now help me get out this fucking car” Drew says, causing Punk to laugh. He watches as his husband gets out of the car and runs around to his side.

“Freaking dork” Drew says under his breath as Punk opens his door for him. “Hi beautiful” Punk says with a smile as he offers his hand. Drew rolls his eyes as Punk helps him out of the car. “Let's hope our kids aren't dorky as you” Drew says teasingly, causing Punk to gasp. “Hey, I'm not a dork!” Punk says confidently before walking face first into the clinic door. “Love, are you ok?” Drew asks as he tries to contain his laughter. “Yeah, glad to know my husband thinks I'm a clown” Punk says with a laugh.

“At least you're prepared to make our kids laugh” Drew says with a giggle as they enter the clinic. After Drew checks himself in, they go into the waiting room to wait. “You nervous?” Punk asks curiously, Drew shaking his head “no” in response. “What's to be nervous about? We get to see our children for the first time! I'm excited!” Drew says happily as he rubs his belly. “I still think it's one kid but I'm really surprised our nugget hasn't used you as a human punching bag all day” Punk says as gives Drew's bump a quick kiss.

“Hey, I'm taking advantage of this because they woke me up at the ass crack of the morning and mommy needs a break” Drew says jokingly. “I'm still surprised you're ok with calling yourself that considering most knocked up guys wouldn't” Punk says casually. “Well I am gonna be a mom so might as well call myself mommy right? Besides, daddy is reserved for you” Drew says with a smirk, causing his husband to blush profusely. “W-When is the doctor coming?” Punk says with a stutter.

Before Drew answers, a door opens and he hears a familiar voice. “Drew? Drew McIntyre, is that you ya giant slab of angus!” a Scottish female voice says happily, causing Drew to turn around. It's a short woman with shoulder length dark hair wearing scrubs with bunnies on them. “No way, Thlayli?!?” Drew says happily as gives the woman a bear hug, basically lifting her off the ground. “It's so nice to see you again!” He says with a big smile on his face.

“It's nice to see you too big guy but you might wanna put me down considering you're carrying a little angel” Thlayli says carefully, causing Drew to set her back down. “Hey now, pregnant or not I'm always gonna pick you up like you're a bag of marshmallows” Drew says, causing the woman to laugh. “Lord, you haven't changed since high school!” Thlayli says happily, with Drew sticking his tongue out at her in response. “You guys know each other?” Punk asks curiously, catching the other two's attention.

“Oh yeah! Phil, this is my best friend Thlayli! I thought you met her at the wedding?” Drew asks curiously while something clicks in Punk's mind. “Isn't she the one who we caught getting fucked by Rhea in the church supply closet?” Punk asks, causing Thlayli to blush and Drew to laugh. “Yup! Anyways me and her have been best friends since high school and we usually hang out on Wednesdays but why are you working here Thlayli? I thought you were a vet?” Drew asks curiously.

“I was and while helping animals was amazing, it didn't feel as fulfilling as helping people would be you know?” Thlayli asks with a smile. “You always carry your heart on your sleeve, don't you lass?” Drew asks sweetly. “Aye, you know I always do! Anyways, enough goofing around! I heard you have an appointment today?” Thlayli asks happily as she checks her clipboard. “Yeah, we finally get to see what our kids look like and see if I win a bet or not” Drew says with a smirk.

“You're never gonna let me forget that, are you?” Punk says jokingly. “Nope!” Drew says happily as Thlayli finishes reading off the clipboard. “Ok! Finished reading over your paperwork, you two ready to see your little one?” Thlayli asks sweetly as she escorts them to the room. “Definitely! I really hope I'm having girls but I'll be happy to see them regardless of what gender they are” Drew says happily, as they follow the woman down the hallway.

“I'm still thinking it's gonna be one big baby cause of your size” Punk says confidently as he holds Drew's hand. “Thlayli, tell my delusional husband that just because of my size that doesn't mean our children are gonna be big as well” Drew pleads, Thlayli letting out a smirk. “I don't know Drew, your man is quite convincing not to mention he's a very handsome man” Thlayli says with a giggle, causing Punk to blush a bit and Drew to glare at her. “Holy shit Thlayli, what's that over there!” Drew says as he points at a random spot in the hallway.

“Where?!?” Thlayli says as she starts looking around the room, giving Drew the perfect opportunity to gently yank on her hair. “Hey!” Thlayli says as she turns around and glares at him. “Guess it went away or something?” Drew asks with a cheeky grin, causing Thlayli to roll her eyes and look at Punk. “How do you deal with this goober all day everyday? He makes a person wanna drink five pints” She says jokingly, causing Punk to laugh.

“Believe me, I've dealt with this guy throwing me around at work for the past two years” Punk says jokingly. “Love how you two are basically bullying me right now” Drew says with a pout. “That's because we love you!” The other two say in unison as they both kiss Drew on the cheek, causing the Scotsman to blush. “Looks like we're here!” Thlayli says enthusiastically as they make it to the ultrasound room. They enter the room and it's pitch dark inside.

“Why's it so dark in here?” Punk asks curiously as he tries not to trip over anything. “The reason we keep the room dark is so the patient can see the ultrasound better” Thlayli explains as she grabs the equipment. “Oh, well now I feel like a dumbass” Punk says with a nervous laugh. “It's ok love, I didn't know either” Drew says reassuringly with a smile, which makes Punk feel a bit better. “OK, lemme just adjust the seat here” Thlayli says as she adjusts the seat to accommodate Drew's height.

“Now Drew, can you lay on the chair for me please so we can get started?” Thlayli asks nicely. “On it captain!” Drew says jokingly with a salute as he eases himself onto the table. “Great! Now can you please lift your shirt up for me so we can get a good view of your stomach?” Thlayli asks as she turns on the monitor. Drew blushes as lifts his blouse up, showing off his massive belly. “Wow, you're a big momma! How far along are you?” Thlayli asks curiously, causing Drew to blush even more.

“I'm currently five months, I know I'm kinda big” Drew says quietly. “That's ok! One time I did an ultrasound for a man pregnant with eight babies and he was big too! So it's ok to be a bit big cause that just means you can handle a heavy load” Thlayli says jokingly, causing Drew to giggle a bit. “OK, I'm about to put this gel on you so it might be a bit cold just to warn ya” Thlayli explains as she grabs the gel.

She puts on gloves and squirts the gel in her hand. She rubs it all over Drew's belly, causing the man to hiss a bit. “Fuck, that is cold” Drew whines, his husband laughing beside him. “You literally stayed in a freezer for thirty minutes straight one time because you wanted to beat me in a bet but you can't handle this? Wow babe, you really are a baby” Punk says teasingly, causing Drew to glare at him. “I can kick you out of this room right now if you want me too” Drew threatens with a smile.

“Boys, stop fighting! You two wanna see your kid or not?” Thlayli asks seriously, making both men stop arguing. “Yes ma'am!” Both men say in unison. “OK, now look at the screen here so you can see what's what” Thlayli explains as she grabs the scanner and puts it on Drew's abdomen. “Right here is the bottom of your heart” she explains as they see Drew's heart beating on the monitor. “Woah, if I was on drugs I would be freaking out right now” Punk says in awe.

“I agree, it looks so amazing though” Drew says in awe as well. Thlayli smiles excitedly as she moves the scanner down to Drew's belly. “Here's your little angels” Thlayli says quietly as she shows them what's on the monitor. The room fell silent as they heard three tiny heartbeats fill the room. “Oh my god Phil” Drew says as feels himself start to cry as he squeezes his husband's hand. “Triplets? Shit I was way off on that one” Punk says with a surprised tone as he continues looking at the screen.

On the screen they see their children slightly moving around. “Looks like you guys are having three boys” Thlayli says happily which surprises the couple. “Boys? All of them?” Drew asks in shock. “What makes you so sure they're all boys?” Punk asks curiously. “Well, you can see their little umm… genitalia if you move it to this angle” Thlayli says embarrassingly as she moves the scanner to a different angle. “Oh…” they both say in unison as they see the proof.

“At least I was half right” Punk says confidently, causing Drew to look at him. “What about exactly?” Drew asks curiously as he probably knows what his husband is gonna say. “That you're gonna have a big baby or babies cause holy crap they better not make me look like a dwarf” Punk says with a laugh, causing Drew to roll his eyes. “Well either way, they're beautiful so far” Drew says with a smile on his face. As if one of his unborn sons heard him, one of them gave a tiny kick which the couple saw on the monitor.

“Holy crap that scared me!” Drew says, a bit surprised. “That reminds me of that one scene in Alien! So cool!” Punk says excitedly. He looks over and sees Drew and Thlayli smiling at him. “What?” He asks curiously. “Drew buddy, you married a nerd” Thlayli says jokingly. “Yeah I know, but I wouldn't have him any other way” Drew says truthfully. “Would you like to have the pictures of the ultrasound now?” Thlayli asks happily as she turns off the monitor. “Of course we do! What kind of parents would we be if we didn't want pictures of our children?” Drew asks with a laugh.

“I'm just asking because some parents are weird” Thlayli says as she hands Drew some paper towels but Punk takes them instead. “I got this” Punk says with a smirk, causing Drew to blush. “You spoil me too much” Drew says quietly as his husband wipes the gel off his belly. “Isn't that what husbands are supposed to do?” Punk asks as he throws the paper towels in the trash and gives Drew a kiss.

“Ok, if you two lovebirds are done giving each other mouth diseases! You guys can follow me to check-out so you can make your next appointment and get your ultrasound photos!” Thlayli says as she takes her gloves off and opens the door. Drew pulls his blouse back down while Punk helps him off the seat and they follow Thlayli out the room. They make it to the checkout counter where Drew makes his next appointment and Thlayli gives him the ultrasound photos.

“It was so nice to see you again Drew! Nice meeting you too Phil!” Thlayli says happily as she gives Drew a hug. “It was nice seeing you too Thlayli! Your turn to pick out a hangout spot next Wednesday right?” Drew asks as he hugs Thlayli back. “Yep! I just found this cool all-you can eat breakfast place nearby if you wanna try that!” Thlayli explains which sparks Drew's interest. “That does sound good… screw it I'm in!” Drew says happily as they break apart. “Great! See you Wednesday!” Thlayli says, waving goodbye as they leave the clinic.

They get in the car, Drew puts the pictures in the glove box and they just let the whole experience sink in. “That was… wow” Punk says in shock, causing Drew to look over at him. “You ok?” Drew asks a bit worryingly. “Yep!” Punk says, clearly lying out of his ass. “You wanna sit in the back and decompress together?” Drew asks with a small smile. “Yes please” Punk asks, causing Drew to laugh a bit. They both get out of the car again and sit in the back seat with Punk gently laying on Drew's bump.

“You wanna talk about it now or you wanna keep using me as a pillow?” Drew asks jokingly. “I'm just in shock that we're not only having three kids but they're all gonna be boys… I'm gonna get murdered” Punk says, causing Drew to laugh. “What makes you think they're gonna kill you?” Drew asks curiously. “Babe, you've thrown me into a metal door before with ease so our little nuggets are probably gonna have whatever freakish genes you have” Punk says truthfully. “You're so stereotypical, maybe they'll have your annoying ass ego! Ever think about that?” Drew asks curiously as he runs his fingers through Punk's hair.

“Maybe since they'll have both of our characteristics we'll probably survive! I'm already excited to teach them some moves” Punk says excitedly as he leans into Drew's touch. “That's the spirit! Also I like glazed and cream filled” Drew says casually. Punk was confused for a second until he remembered he lost the bet. “Dammit!” He says, causing Drew to laugh. “Never make a bet with a Scot!” Drew says proudly.

“Way to rub it in my face babe” Punk says as he hides his face. “Aww, it's ok! How about I share my prize with you? Will that make you feel better?” Drew asks a bit smugly. Punk just glares at him and then smothers his face with kisses. “You're glad I love you and can handle your gremlin ass!” Punk says with faux annoyance. “Love you too!” Drew says as he kisses his husband deeply. Things are definitely gonna be more chaotic from now on!

[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

Extremely long vent under the cut

I am so fucking over everything. I feel like I just doubled back to my starting line. I feel like I played the game and failed fucking spectacularly. Like. Worst you could possibly do. The fact I'm back to being with my mom and being single makes me feel like an eighteen year old kid again. I feel like a loser and I genuinely want to die. I don't think texting the crisis text line two days in a row is a good sign. My entire life has fucking gone to shit and I'm genuinely so fucking over it.

All I've ever wanted out of life was to tell my silly lil stories and marry a woman who loves me as much as I love her but you can't have shit in this economy. This is genuinely fucking insane. I cannot BELIEVE what has happened to me. I genuinely never in a million years thought my life would ever look like this. Life threw me a curveball and knocked my teeth clean out. It's so fucked. I think I might actually kill myself, I'm genuinely so fucking over this. I tried to be strong and be resilient and all I'm alive for is to see my life fall completely the fuck apart. I want out. I'm done. I've never been a strong fighter or whatever the fuck. I cry at images of trees that have light shining in between the branches.

I'm not a soldier and never have been but I've been fighting anyway and I'm *tired*. I don't want to fight anymore. And for fucking what?? Some stupid dream of grandeur? A woman that will never come into my life? I've always loved people more than they loved me. I'm not going to find princess charming or whatever the fuck. It's not happening. Something is fucked within me. I'm too sensitive or too idealistic or fucking SOMETHING because holy fucking shit. I am so fucking done. For fucking real. I want out. I want to be gone. I wish guns weren't so expensive and people knew what happened after death because holy SHIT, I am so fucking over it. I cannot live like this. It's fucking over for me. I actually thing 23 is a perfect age to know if you want to kill yourself. I wanted to at eighteen but didn't, but Holy fucking crap I think I knew better then. I didn't do it because I wanted to see what would happen and fucking LOOK. This is what I stayed alive for?? Fucking THIS ????

And I can't fucking believe that when I asked my (now ex) gf of five years if she wanted to marry me, she fucking said "I THINK SO" girl, are you fucking fr right now. Five fucking years. I need you to be locked and fucking loaded. But whatever. I realized I wouldn't want to be with someone who placed me so low on the priority list. But whatever. Whatever. I feel like God stripped me of all my fucking stats. I'm gonna kill myself for real. I can't take this shit, y'all, I fucking can't. I can't believe I'm back in my hometown and I have to constantly watch my back because god fucking FORBID I run into anyone from high school and they see me and what I've become. I will actually kill myself on the spot, I can't handle that. And Jesus fucking CHRIST, I cannot fucking believe I'm living back with my mom. I fucking hate that woman and could go the rest of my life without ever talking to her again. Jesus fucking christ. And having to live with her stupid boyfriend. Fuck him. No he didn't do anything to me but I had a dad and don't need to be out here saying "my mom's boyfriend" how fucking cringe are you kidding me. I played the game and I failed SPECTACULARLY.

Holy fucking fuck, bro. I can't believe this shit. Seriously. Fucking seriously. You gotta be kidding. Youth really is wasted on the young because what do you mean I'll be 25 in 2 years and barely started anything. How incredibly fucking pathetic. Holy fuck. There are sixteen year old kids on Broadway and shit and I'm what? Struggling to get a degree because my dad died in my second year and it wrecked my progress?? It wrecked me so bad that my mom had me move back in for health reasons?? Are you fucking serious??? This is what my fucking life is right now? I can't fucking believe it. I'm gonna be policed constantly. I just know it. And I'll never feel comfortable in this house. And they didn't even bother to clean even though they fucking said they would. God, Jesus fucking christ y'all, I have zero hope. Optimist? Hopeful? Nope. Not me. Not any fucking more. This is it. I want to kill myself and I might actually do it because holy fucking shit WOW. This is insane. I did not stay alive at eighteen for this ridiculous shit. Unacceptable. Completely unacceptable. I have no hope anymore. I'm done. I'm so fucking done.

I fucking tried. Extremely hard. It wasn't good enough and I'm finished fr. I can't keep taking shit like this. I wasn't built for it fr. 5 years (18 to 23) feels like a long enough waiting period. I'm done.

[autistic-crypt1d]

Stargate SG-1 Live Blogging:

Season 7

Daniel's back!!!

Seasons: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Updates:

- Fallen

- yay!!!

- the run through the halls, so Daniel of him

- I love this haircut on Jonas

- "was there ever anything between us?" AHHHHHHH

- "has your hair always been that way?" "What way?" "Nevermind..." XD

- Teal'c looks so different in this episode, smoother somehow

- ow ow ow Teal'c face when Daniel asked where Sha're was 😭

- "everyone turn away, I want no witnesses" XD

- I think it's really funny that they start searching for Atlantis now and they don't find it for another year and it provides zero help with Anubis because they don't even go, the Atlantis expedition does

- Daniel's sassy thumbs up

- "wackier than strapping a Stargate to the bottom of an X-302?" "Yep!" "Wackier than blowing up a sun?!" "Oh yeah!" "... he's probably right" XD

- damn it Yu

- I love that literally anyone who becomes a member of SG-1 is sassy when captured

- Homecoming

- omfg I forgot Anubis goes to Kelowna

- "welcome home, Jonas Quinn" AHHHH

- hang on a sec, the non-Kelowna femal rep is the same woman who plays Eli's mother on SGU!

- Jonas and Daniel are so cute together I wish we got more of them so bad 😭

- "uh... this way" "You sure?" "Nope!" "Right" XD

- "you're very up" PFFFT

- idiot

- HELL YEAH!!!

- KICK HIS ASS CARTER

- rare Ba'al W

- thank you Jonas for keeping Daniel from dying immediately after coming back to life

- "hey Daniel, feed my fish?" 😭

- I miss him already 😭

- "we get paid for this right?" XD

- STOP THE MUSIC I'M GONNA CRY

- Fragile Balance

- OH MY GOD IT'S THIS ONE

- the pants XD

- "ok, love to, who are you?"

- "sounds like him, at least the loud grating part" PFFFFT

- "stranger things have happened" "name but one" XD

- "I'll go set up a playstation" PFFFT

- god I love Sam and Teal'c basically giggling at him

- "this you remember, my birthday you forget" XD

- THE RESTRAIN HELP

- "If I have to I'll drag the little tyke through the gate kicking and screaming myself if I have to" BRUH

- Daniel trying to make Sam say it is so funny

- "Do not be afraid" ZAT GUN

- THE THUD

- I'm sorry it's so fucking funny that he zip tied the Asgard

- ASSGARD

- FLAT WHITE ASSES

- aaaand we never see him again

- Orpheus

- ah man I remember this one now :(

- poor Teal'c, this one is rough

- "don't give me the eyebrow" XD

- I just realized why Teal's looks different, his eyeshadow is gone!

- god this episode is rough

- LET'S GO DANIEL!!

- LET'S GO TEAM!!!!! KICK THEIR ASSES!!!

- TEAL'C IS BACK BABYYYY

- "for the first time in my life I feel like I'm a part of something, something important" "as do I" AHHHHHHH

- Revisions

- oooooh this one

- the link concept is super cool

- HALLING?!

- I wonder if this episode inspired "Childhood's end" in SGA

- the updates are so spooky!!

- Lifeboat

- oh god

- this is such a good episode for Jackson and Janet

- "the small woman" XD

- Jack staying with Daniel just like he stayed with him when he was Ascended 😭

- "I knew my whole life that the world was gonna end" 😭

- god their acting is so good in this episode

- "you don't belong in that man's body and I intend to take it back!" HELL YEAH JANET!!!!

- the fact that Pharren's attempt to save those passengers is what ultimately killed them is so heartbreaking

- "but we'll be together?" STOP 😭

- Enemy Mine

- god I hate this Colonel so much

- "Daniel, go to your happy place" XD

- it's really sad how many had to die before they figured it out :(

- I also hate this general dude

- Chaka's new outfit is so cool

- wow they changed Chaka's facial features like a lot, he's so... glossy and much more brown toned than green like he was previously

- finally someone puts that dude in his place, what an ass

- Space Race

- omg this one

- that is so not the same alien

- Carter is so excited XD

- holy crap I forgot how futuristic this planet was

- PFFFFFT TEAL'C

- oh hey, isn't that dude the same guy that plays Vala's dad later?

- ugh, Jarlath

- woah wraith dart sounds!!

- the fucking tech con ad XD

- Murray XD

- wow, the ice clusters are cool

- not Daniel dipping his toe in the pond XD

- Sam being salty about losing is so funny

- Avenger 2.0

- ugh, Felger again

- "wrecked it in a single day" XD

- that is 100% the same place that little clone O'Neill was hiding

- god I hate this last scene, so fucking stupid

- Birthright

- "maybe they're more comfortable around Sam" "why? Because we have penises?" *cough* "powerbar?" XD

- "give em the ol' Teal'c charm!"

- I really liked Mala, I'm sad that she dies :(

- *wakes up to a staff in his face* "goodmorning" XD

- Evolution (Part 1)

- omg is this the Supersoldier start??? I recognize those wounds

- HELL YEAH IT IS!!!

- I had to write a whole separate post about these dudes cuz I obsessed with them, here's that link

- oooo sarcophagus lore, I forgot about this

- I forgot that the sarcophagus came from an ancient device (but honestly not a surprise, the Goa'uld steal everything)

- Nicholas Ballard mention

- OMFG IT'S THIS EPISODE

- dude this 2 parter is WILD I'm so excited

- I love their guide so much he's hilarious

- *CRASH* "found it!" XD

- MAYBE THEY WERE SKINNY PEOPLE PFFFT

- IT'S SO COOL

- the clan of his glasses as he put his head down is so funny

- "I think running would be a good idea right about now" *WATERFALL*

- this poor guide, they're stressing this man out so bad

- them adopting this random Jaffa is so cute I'm sorry, the way he looks at them like a lost puppy 😭

- they would've been cooler if they didn't speak I will say that

- Evolution (Part 2)

- god it hurts to see Daniel like that :(

- ah yes, this guy

- "I took an emotional inventory and found that I have some issues" PFFFT

- "I love American gum... good guys" bro he's so funny

- "at least a handful" ha yeah just you wait

- poor Daniel 😭

- oh hell yeah

- "you guys are into some crazy crap man" you don't even know the half of it my guy XD

- god I love this part

- the fucking rings take me out everytime I swear XD

- "Teal'c, are you hurt?" "Where?" "My pride" PFFFFFT

- Daniel's hop away XD

- Grace

- ahhh now this is the gas cloud one. I remember the title

- trying to remember what race this ship belongs to, but I don't think we ever find out

- oh my god it's Peter!!

- poor Sam :(

- I've already seen people point out the fact that this episode is titled Grace and the episode where Rodney is trapped alone in a sinking jumper and hallucinated Sam is called Grace Under Pressure but I really cannot stop thinking about it. Sam gets stuck in a gas cloud alone, hallucinating the people she loves to help her get out, then Rodney gets stuck alone and hallucinated her to help him get out XD

- "What if I quit the airforce right now? Would that make a difference or is that just an excuse" OOF

- god I wish we knew more about these aliensssss

- Fallout

- oh no, Jonas's Fuckass haircut 😭

- why did they have to make them look like siblingssssss, they even have the same damn hair cut!!!!

- poor Jonas man, got seduce by a Goa'uld

- Chimera

- UGH, Pete.

- not her humming the Stargate theme song

- the squint 😂

- THE EYE ROLL

- he's so funny istg

- "thank you Teal'c, this conversation has been disturbing on many levels" RUDE

- bro they barely started dating and he's like "break confidentiality for me or I'm gonna be a fucking baby about it"

- oh and instead of gaining her trust over time, he fucking stalks her and abuses his power to infiltrate her private life! CREEP

- Teal'c and his donuts, so cute

- damn it Pete

- Death Kneel

- AHHHHH I LOVE THIS EPISODE

- grumpy Jacob

- damn that's quite a crater

- I wish we got more supersoldier stuff before they made the weapon tbh, raise the stakes more

- poor Sam, she just had that whole Prometheus shit and now this

- all these alliances are so fragile

- LET HER DRINK YOU BASTARD

- it's hard to be at at it when it's so cool

- the Tok'ra trying to push out Jacob and Selmak because he's honoring the alliance is WILD

- HELL YEAH JACOB & SELMAK!

- SO COOL

- HELL YEAH TEAM!!!

- Heroes (Part 1)

- HEROES IS NEXT?!?!?!? BRO I'M NOT READY

- Daniel XD

- Siler being blasted into the wall is so funny

- Sam being awkward, Daniel being unintentionally difficult, Teal'c being intentionally difficult, and Jack just avoiding him is so funny and so them

- this other team is honestly really funny I like them

- god Kinsey SHUT UP

- "I just want to express my deep and unyielding love for you sir" XD

- Jack's laundry list of a medical file XD

- "you allow me to see grace, under pressure" AY YO EPISODE TITLE MENTION??

- Heroes (Part 2)

- here it comes :(

- Sam crying ahhhhhh 😭

- ahhh Woolsey's introduction

- his speech in Daniel's office is actually so unexpectedly moving

- her scream 😭

- Daniel's screams 😭

- ow ow ow ow ow

- the hug 😭

- "nothing about it was right, but it also wasn't your fault" ow ow ow

- Sam crying again nooooo god

- god I forgot Daniel was sitting in the dark corner alone 😭

- OW OW OW Daniel talking about Fraiser staying with him while he was dying

- "Whats her name?" "Janet" AHHHHHH 😭

- Resurrection

- ah this one, not really a favorite but it's ok

- ugh, I hate Keffler, huge ick

- "really? You?" Bitch that is Samantha Carter you're talking about, she is amazing

- I'm sorry but Barret is just so unintimidating

- WHY WOULD YOU GIVE HER A CANDLE

- "you couldn't help me" :(

- and right after Janet's death too AHHHHH

- Inauguration

- ah yes, the first time we actually get to see a president

- the president is hilarious honestly

- god Kinsey never. shuts. up.

- ugh I forgot how slimy Woolsey was in SG-1

- Woolsey finally realizing he's on the wrong side of this

- Lost City (Part 1)

- him rinsing off the phone is so funny

- ah yes, blonde Weir

- not the whole rest of the team waiting for him and his stupid crossword XD

- wow that explosion was so bad

- poor Jack

- "I did it again" yes you did

- Daniel is so weird when he's drunk I love it

- omg it is these episodes!!!

- Lost City (Part 2)

- that damn cross word XD

- man they're just changing the layout of these cargo ships willy nilly

- I remember this Jaffa dude being a traitor

- yup, traitor, luckily he's an idiot

- KICK HIS ASS BRA'TAC

- "bow before your god" "I don't think so. But I'm willing to negotiate your surrender" YOU TELL HIM HAYES

- the face touch 😭

- "oh please I have enough on you to have you shot" I love him XD

- oh hell yeah, Hammond and Walter on the Prometheus!

- AHHHH IM SO EXCITED

- AHHHHH!!!!!

- LET'S GO PROMETHEUS!!!!

- the supersoldier weapons being built into the guns is super cool

- bro the Prometheus is so small compared to the motherships XD

- "brace for collision, if we go they go" Hammond is such a badass

- HELL YEAH DRONE TIME

- god that's so cool

- "that was SG-1" DAMN RIGHT

- "my god it's beautiful!" AHHHH I love that part so much

- AHHHHH

Season 8

[j3rryw-ot0m]

Unfairness & Bella's position in fanfiction .ᐟ

Ahh (ง •`⎽´•)ง well well well and the opponents of this week is~..

The way Twilight could be written and How Bella seems to catch crap no matter what happens to her in rewrites/Fanfiction.

Point in case ☝🏿🤓 she's either written out or becomes a side point human ✌🏿✊🏿✌🏿✊🏿 . Like give me a Bella who's life is still interlocked with the supernatural world despite never meeting him or despite them not being love interest (っ ͡¬ ₃ ͡¬)っ

Give me Jane x bella or Tanya x bella hell even Victoria x bella side stories would be acceptable.

Like, come on!!! stories where Bella stays human and becomes a teacher like she wanted, having a peaceful stress-free *cough* Renee*cough* life.

Anywho I think Twilight vampires have it rougher than any other vampires genre, like I know what you're thinking but hold on and listen.

1) They can't Eat, Sleep, Cry or wear makeup.

They sparkle so they can get a taste of normalcy but not enough to make them 'human'.

They can't wear makeup, dyed their hair, wear contacts for to long, or play any strength based games with humans.

Oh 🤓☝🏿 and did I forget to mention they can't do drugs nor drink alcohol of any kind.. So yeah..

The things that the human body normally does to gain serotonin, the twilight vampires are unable to do whatsoever.. so their ment to be miserable and sober until they get their lives together like.. 😬

2) blood singers are canonical for every vampire so it doesn't matter if you're a older vegan and you somehow have curved human blood since the moment you were born, you will eventually meet that one person who will f*** your streak up.

3) suicide always been possible in Vampire media for most vampires to commit suicide whether it's burning yourself alive, or decapitating oneself, ripping one's heart out or a stake or holy water, some way somehow vampires have been able to get death after ..death.

4) but Twilight vampires are unable to do anything like that because they have to be dismembered, burned and then the Ashes are basically scattered before they're truly at rest after immortality.

So in short being a Twilight vampire would f****** suck! 😭💔

but do I still want to do it?... yes🥹🥲

. I really have to stop sporadically writing at 3am.⚈̀ ᴗ ́⚈

-Dirty D∅x

Ps. That person with Bella in the drawing isn't Bella's love interest, but what I'm gonna call mini Døx and he usually is added into a drawing when it pertains to a gender neutral imaginary reader~ - BigDøx