#Of course he's not gonna know what an iphone is

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[thehereticdiaries]

Pack Mentality: Chapter Three

Chapter Summary: You upgrade your phone and return to your parents' house to pack. Chan has some choice words for your father. You get some one-on-one time with the pack alpha.

Warnings: Implied slut-shaming

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Later that night, you climbed into bed next to Felix. The blonde lent you a t-shirt and sweats to wear to sleep. You had to tie the drawstring on the pants super tight to keep them from falling off. You practically laid on top of your fellow omega, tucking your nose into his collarbone.

“Hey Felix?” He hummed in acknowledgment. “I don’t want to be rude, but why don’t you and Chan share a room?”

“Normally we do. Jeongin was a late bloomer, he only just presented as an alpha a few months ago. I swapped rooms with him for a bit so Chan can help him adjust to his new instincts.” The current room arrangements paired Chan with Jeongin, Changbin with Hyunjin, Minho with Jisung, and finally the room you were in now: Seungmin and Felix. 

“Hey, you should get some sleep,” Seungmin announced after shutting the door behind him. You were only a little jealous of how cozy his sleep pants looked. “You went through a lot today, and you have a lot to do tomorrow.”

“I know.” The beta leaned over Felix to press a quick kiss to your temple, then settled into his own bed. “Seungmin?”

“What’s up, love?”

“Thank you, for everything.”

It took Felix over ten minutes to drag you out of bed. It was already later in the morning, so you had to get ready to head out right after leaving the warm cocoon of blankets. You changed into your jeans from yesterday and a clean sweater from Minho. 

“Come on, Chan’s probably bugging out cus we’re leaving later than he wanted to,” Felix snickered. Sure enough, the pack alpha was pacing the kitchen. He seriously wanted to get this over with so you could finally be rid of your father. You were handed a granola bar and corralled out the door. 

Getting your phone upgraded and on to the pack’s plan was fairly easy, albeit extremely tedious. You were in the store for nearly an hour and a half. By the end of it, you were bored out of your mind. Since your dad didn’t allow any social media accounts (every new tidbit of information about your dad pissed your pack members off even more), you watched Felix scroll through his. Finally, you exited the store with an iPhone 15 wrapped in a floral case and screen protector. You used your old phone to let your mom know you were on your way. 

“Hi, honey!” Your mom swung the door open before you could even take your keys out of your pocket. 

“Hi mom,” you smiled at her. “These are my friends Chan, Felix, and Changbin. They’re gonna help me pack and get my stuff to the new apartment.”

“Oh, Ji-ah couldn’t come?” You shook your head. The worry was evident on her face, and it made you feel even worse about lying to her.

“She’s getting her own boxes unpacked,” you explained. “I’ll introduce you soon, I promise.” Your mom stepped to the side so you could come in. 

“Your father’s in the kitchen, you should go say hi.” Chan tensed at your side. “We have some boxes in the garage, I’ll show your friends where they are.”

“I can go with Y/N, I’m sure her dad would like to know that we’re gonna take good care of her.” Felix rested his hand on your lower back.

“Her and Ji-ah, I hope,” your mom teased.

“Of course, ma’am. We actually live on the floor above them, so if you’d like any of our phone numbers please let us know,” Chan offered. Your mom perked up a bit, nodding and taking out her phone as she led the alphas to the garage. Your dad leaned against the counter, sipping on a cup of coffee. 

“Well, I didn’t think I’d be seeing you back so soon. You must be real excited to be the shiny new toy for those alpha boys,” he smirked over the rim of the mug. Felix’s face hardened, a complete contrast to his gentle hands taking your old phone.

“Here, you can have this piece of shit back.” Felix approached your dad and threw the phone on the counter next to him. Your dad glared at the phone, then at Felix.

“You better watch your fucking tone with me, omega,” he sneered and slammed his mug on the counter. Coffee spilled over the side and onto your old phone. Felix didn’t falter under the intensity of your father. The blonde tilted his head, baring his teeth in challenge.

“Or what?” Your dad clenched his fists at his sides and took a step toward Felix. You held your breath.

“The boxes are ready!” You thanked every god you could think of when your mom poked her head into the kitchen. It was like flipping a switch. At the sight of your mom, your dad’s demeanor instantly turned friendly. 

“If you ever need any help, you know we’re just a phone call away.” Your dad ruffled your hair and stalked over to his home office. You took a deep, shuddering breath before leading Felix to your room. Chan and Changbin were already inside with boxes set up. 

“I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you need anything,” your mom said as she closed the door. 

“I fucking hate your dad,” Felix scoffed after your mom’s footsteps faded. 

“What did he do?” Chan bristled. A muscle twitched in Chan’s neck as he ground his teeth.

“Called our omega a “shiny new toy” then tried to intimidate me,” Felix shrugged. Chan scoffed, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

“Can we please just pack so we can leave?” You pleaded, already tense from the confrontation in the kitchen. They nodded, silently moving to put your entire life into cardboard boxes. You paused in the middle of folding a t-shirt. “What are we going to do about my furniture? My mom thinks I’m moving into an apartment, I can’t just leave it here.

“I can have a moving company take them later in the week. Whether we put it in storage or donate it is up to you,” Chan offered without looking up from your photo album. Inside were dozens of photos from when you were young, before you presented as an omega. You looked like a perfect family. You rarely went through that album anymore. The memories made your heart ache too much. 

After an hour, you had all of your essentials loaded into five boxes. You tried to help Chan and Changbin carry them out to the SUV, but they were having none of it. You and Felix leaned on the hood of the car. Your mom approached and engulfed you in a tight hug. Felix rubbed circles on your shoulders while you exchanged teary goodbyes.

“If you need anything please let me know,” your mom urged. She cupped your face in her hands.

“I will, I promise.” You covered one of her hands with your own. She smiled, a mix of pride and sadness welling in her chest.

“When did my baby girl get so grown up?” You dug yourself back into her neck, basking in her comforting scent for what might be the last time for a while. 

Your dad stood in front of the door, arms crossed but a neutral look adorning his face. Changbin was getting the last box into the trunk, so Chan took the opportunity to talk to your dad.

“Can I give you a piece of advice, man to man?” Chan shoved his hands into his pockets. Your dad raised an eyebrow.

“I’d hardly call you a man, but I’ll humor you.” Chan’s easy-going posture immediately straightened out so he stood at his full height. He glowered down at your father, eyes cold and steely. He leaned closer, invading your dad’s space.

“Don’t ever fuck with my omegas,” he growled low in his chest. Chan stepped back, satisfied with the hint of fear swimming in your dad’s eyes. With one final goodbye to your mom, the four of you climbed into the car and drove off toward the dorms. Felix messaged the group chat to let everyone know you were almost home. You pulled into a parking spot and were met with Minho, Jeongin, and Seungmin waiting to help unload the car.

“Is this everything?” Jeongin asked. “Only five boxes?” You nodded sheepishly. The young alpha shrugged and lifted one of the boxes, followed quickly by the other non-omegas. 

“Where should I put everything?” You looked at Chan once in the elevator. 

“For now, try to keep the boxes mostly packed. You may not want your own bed, but we’ll have to get you a dresser for yourself.” He nudged you with his elbow. You hummed in affirmation. Your boxes were stacked in the corner of Seungmin and Felix’s room. 

“I’ll get lunch started,” Minho said mostly to himself as he moved to the kitchen. Everyone followed suit, but you stopped Chan by tugging the back of his shirt. 

“Everything alright?” He ran a hand down your arm, stopping to hold the hand on his shirt. 

“Yea, but can we talk for a minute?” Chan closed the door and sat next to you on Felix’s bed. He rested a hand on your knee. “I heard what you said to my dad before we left.”

“I was hoping you didn’t, but I can’t say I regret doing it,” he admitted with a squeeze to your knee. You leaned your chin on his shoulder.

“I’m not upset. I’m telling you because it made me really happy to hear you call me your omega.” You felt his smile when he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“You are my omega.” You forced down the purr that threatened to rise in the back of your throat. 

“I want the pack bond,” you blurted out before you lost your spark of confidence. Chan pulled you back by your shoulders, meeting your eyes with an intensity you weren’t expecting. 

“Are you absolutely sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured to–”

“Chan,” you interrupted his rant. His lips pressed into a thin line. “I thought about it the entire ride back here. I’m not doing this because I feel obligated. I want it.” His face softened. He looked at you with a fierce tenderness you’d never seen in anyone. His hands trailed up to your jaw, running his thumb across your heated cheek. 

“Can I kiss you?” You nodded without hesitation. His first kiss was feather-light, giving you an opportunity to pull back if you wanted to. When you didn’t, he pressed further into you, one hand cupping the back of your neck and the other resting on your waist. His tongue darted out against your bottom lip, and you parted them so he could lick into your mouth. You squeaked when he nipped at your lip. He breathed out a laugh at your reactions, moving from your mouth down to the sensitive skin under your ear. His kisses were hot and heavy as he worked his way to your scent gland, already addicted to the taste of you. 

“Ready?” He mumbled against your neck. You nodded, heart racing against your ribcage. “I need words, baby.”

“I’m ready, please, Chan.” He licked over your gland one last time. Then his teeth sunk into your skin, sending a rush of emotions down your spine. You couldn't stop the quiet moan that fell from your lips. He bit down harder, then pulled back to soothe the fresh wound with his tongue. Once he was satisfied, he leaned back to admire the bite and your sappy, dazed expression.

“Your turn,” Chan smiled and pulled his t-shirt to the side, revealing overlapping bond marks. You copied his actions, littering his neck with soft kisses. He gripped the comforter to hold himself back. Finally, you bit down to add a mark of your own to his collection. You released your hold on his gland and before you could lap at the blood seeping from the new mark, Chan kissed you again hard. His fingers skimmed under the hem of your shirt. This was when your stomach decided to interrupt with a loud grumble.

“Sorry,” you giggled and rested your forehead against his. Chan pressed another quick kiss to your lips before pulling you up and out to the kitchen. To say the others were excited about your new bond would be the understatement of the century. You were practically drowned in the pack’s kisses, only saved by food being set on the table. 

A week flew by and you were happier than you’ve ever been in the past couple of years. There was only one thing lingering in the back of your mind. Your heat was getting closer and you had yet to tell Chan what you wanted to do. It wasn’t on purpose, but between their schedule and your classes you didn’t have time to talk to him. Your opportunity arose when everyone except for you, Chan, and Hyunin went out to get drinks at a bar down the street. You softly knocked on the door to Chan and Jeongin’s room. The former twisted around in his office chair, pulling his headphone down to rest on his neck.

“Hey, love, you doing alright?”

“Yes, but I do need to tell you something.” You stepped further into the room, hesitating by the end of the desk. He patted his lap and held his arms open for you. After you made yourself comfortable you hyped yourself up to say what was on your mind.

“Okay, I thought about what you told me on my first night here.” You paused, trying to word this correctly. “I’ve decided that I want your help. I don’t want to be alone for my heat”

“I’m not gonna lie, I was really hoping you’d say that,” Chan smirked at your blush. You flicked his forehead.

“I’m not done!” You huffed. He raised his eyebrows at your bold teasing. You averted your gaze to your lap. “I also want your claim.” He inhaled sharply, dropping his head to your shoulder for a brief moment before turning your face back to his with a finger under your chin. 

“Darling, I would be more than happy to do both of those for you. We’ll go to the sanctuary hotel to get a room set up.” You furrowed your brows.

“We both need to go? Wait, why are we even going to a hotel?”

“We’re going to the hotel because if anyone interrupts I might start throwing punches.” Your jaw dropped.

“What?!” 

“Sorry.” Chan winced. “That was meant to be a joke.” You visibly relaxed. “But in all seriousness, we’re going because I don’t want you overwhelmed by everyone. This will be your first heat with us and it’s very soon after we met. I’d like to give you more time to settle in before more than one of us are there for your heat.” Your face turned bright red at the implication.

“O-okay, but I still don’t know why we both need to go to set up the reservation.”

“You have to sign some paperwork to confirm that I’m allowed in your room. They take the safety of the omegas very seriously. No alpha or beta is allowed past the reception desk without verifying their ID and getting checked by security.” 

“Oh, wow, that’s actually really nice,” you commented. “When can we go?” Chan smiled with a look in his eye reserved for you and Felix. He captured your lips with his own for a quick but sweet kiss. 

“We’ll go on Monday.” He patted your hip. “You wanna stay here or hang out with Hyunjin?” You wrapped your arms tighter around his neck.

“Here.”

“I gotta warn you, it’s gonna be boring since I’m just working on some new mixes.” You borderline purr against his neck. He pecked your forehead and slid his headphones back on, focusing on his PC and enjoying your warmth.

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[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Pillow Talk

Pairing: Evan (Buck) Buckley x Reader

Word count: 2.6k

Notes: So like is anyone else wanting the iPhone 16? Like I do but also my 14 pro max is still a bit better than the base model. Maybe I’ll look into it more idk

Plus size requests are absolutely always okay and also most of my girlies are plus sized in mind

Buck had been rambling on and on about his day as he laid in bed watching you get ready for a girl's night with Hen and Athena. He was picking at the little fuzzies from the blanket while talking about how Eddie had heard from his cousin that her best friend was secretly sleeping with her other friend’s boyfriend and that she didn’t know yet. 

“And like Eddie said that she needed to tell the other friend and personally I agree because-“

He stops as you toss aside the 6th dress you tried on. Normally you were good in two or three, he looked over at the pile of shoes on the floor and at the even bigger pile of discarded outfits. 

“Baby?” He looks up, his head propped on his elbow

“Hm?” You stand in the mirror holding a shirt in front of you and immediately frowning at it before tossing it aside. He watches you go through the pile again and hold up more outfits becoming increasingly upset. 

“Hey…hey what’s going on?” He says softly, as he sits up and comes to the edge of the bed, and reaches for you. You shake your head as he tries to pull you onto his leg and he stops as you push his arms away. 

“Whoa, shit okay” he puts his hands up in defense “Not cuddle time I understand, backing off” 

You throw the shirt down and pull at the roots of your hair a bit and he stands up, smoothing his hands over your arms and taking your hands. 

“We don’t pull remember? We express our feelings. We breathe through it-“ He nuzzles his nose against yours and you sigh, smiling a little “And we talk about it” he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you tightly against him while rubbing your back. 

“Alright, out with it” 

You sigh and hold onto his shirt, rolling your eyes as you look up at him, placing your chin on his chest. 

“You’re gonna be mad at me” 

“No I'm not,” he says quickly, cupping your face in his hands “I promise I will process what you say first and react accordingly. Now spill” he kisses your forehead and you pull away a little, looking into the mirror. 

“I’m not… I’m- it’s just one of those days… one of those days when I look at the internet and know that I don’t look like those girls. Like- why do I have to be… bigger? You know? Why can’t I go shopping at a store not online! And literally, why does the plus size section have to be in a totally tiny different area you know??” 

“Why would I be mad at you for that?” He tilts his head and you bite your lip a little at his cuteness 

“Because… I know you don’t like it when I’m hard on myself like this” 

“I mean of course I don’t like it… but we all have our insecurities baby girl and some days they get the best of us. You think I love this scar every day of my life?” He points to his head and you walk back over to him, gently kissing it

“No?” You ask and he puts his hands on your hips

“Exactly… sometimes I just need help to be reminded that it’s part of what makes me so damn fine” 

You giggle and shake your head, running your fingers through his hair 

“My insecurities feel kind of overwhelming right now… I don’t- I don’t know if I want to go anymore”

“Do I need to play the song” Buck lets go and walks away from you, ignoring your little tears for a moment and you snort, wiping at your eyes 

“Don’t you fucking dare” 

“She has a point” He grabs his phone and starts scrolling as he connects to his speakers. Honestly, he’s hoping this is what you need right now, he just wants to make you happy again.

“I will literally-“

“I seem to remember the last time you felt this way? I specifically said I was going to do this”

He turns on his “baddie” playlist that he’d specifically made for these moments and turns his lights down low. He grabs your waist, yanking you against his chest, and slides his hands over your plush curves. 

“This isn’t a club!” You laugh as he grinds into you, moving your bodies to the beat and feeling you up 

“You remember the first thing Eddie said when I met you?” 

You roll your eyes and smile as you start to dance a little with him and he grins widely. Your hips move against his, more grinding than dancing really and he groans softly, keeping his hands on your body, grabbing and touching whatever he can like he can’t get enough of you, like he can’t breathe without you in his arms. 

“Come on sweet thing, talk to Daddy” 

You elbow him when he says that, your cheeks flushing “So you’re the girl Buck’s in love with” you say softly and he kisses your neck, inhaling the sweet perfume, his touch starting to become overwhelming in very, very good ways. 

“Mhm.. “in love” with” he whispers in your ear 

“That has nothing to do with this” You lean into his touch as his hands trail up your body and squeeze your breasts.

“And what did I say the first night I was drunk and I showed up at your door?”

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met in my entire life” he turns you both so you’re looking in the mirror and he smirks.

“And?”

“There’s no fucking way I’m repeating that” 

“Oh come on! I meant it!”

“Buck!!” You squeal and he turns you around in his arms, smushing you against his chest and he holds your ass in his hands

“I believe I said something like- I want to be smothered by your thighs and-” he starts giggling as he thinks about it. 

“Don’t-“ you beat on his chest in an attempt to get him to shut the fuck up. 

“Suck on-“ He’s trying so hard to get it out, as he wheezes and holds onto your hips “Your gorgeous mommy milkers”

“No god fuck no!” You cringe as you shove him back on the bed and he falls easily, laughing his ass off. He rolls over and laughs into the pillows like a hyena and you get on the bed and start slapping him. 

“Why would you say that?!?!”

“Why did I say that?!!!” He rolls onto his back with the pillow over his face, kicking his legs and you grab your own pillow and start beating him with it 

“I’m never going to let you forget that” You yank the pillow from his face and he grins up at you.

“And I hope you never do 'cause it’s embarrassing as shit but fuck did I mean it” he reaches out and grabs your tits again, squeezing them and you shove him away.

“Quit it you pervert!”

“Hey! I’m just trying to objectify you here” He laughs as he sits up “Trying to remind you how fucking hot you are. Even if it is in a silly way” He nuzzles your nose again and you smile a little 

“It might have worked a teeny tiny itty bit” you mumble and he cups your cheek with his hand, kissing you softly. 

“Would telling you you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of loving in my entire life help? Or that I think you’re absolutely flawless the way you are? And that Meghan Trainor was literally so right I do like a little more booty to hold at night. Especially when it’s your booty” 

You kiss him back, pulling him down by his shirt as you fall back into the bed. He eases open your legs and settles between them, his hand pulling your thigh up and around his waist as he kisses you. 

“Thank you for loving me at times that I can’t love myself,” you tell him and he smiles, kissing your forehead. 

“Thank you for being with me even after I said mommy milkers” 

You groan and he laughs as he cups your breasts together and buries his face in them 

“So warm and big and perfect” he moans and your mouth drops open 

“Buck!” 

“Say my name just like that baby” his lips move against your breasts with each word as he kisses them, leaving behind light little bite marks. His lips wrap around your nipple and he sucks, grinding against you gently as his eyes roll back. 

“Maybe I haven’t been worshiping your body enough lately” He pulls away for a moment and you look up at him as he pulls off his shirt and tosses it to the side. 

“I’m pretty sure you ate me out for two hours straight the other day” You remind him and he scoffs. 

“That’s weak. You know I only stopped because Eddie came over” He sets you up on the pillows, making sure he has the perfect view of your pretty face he loves so much. He tears your panties off and tosses them into the bin before lying on his stomach and burying his nose against your clit. He inhales slowly, nudging at it and your head falls back, sighing in satisfaction. 

“Oh I’m going to take my fucking time” he murmurs, grinding his hips a little into the mattress and moaning into your clit, the vibrations shoot straight to your core and you sigh deliriously as you sink into the blankets and grab his hair, pulling his face into your pussy 

“Right there baby” You mutter breathlessly “Right fuckin there”

The taste of you sends deep shivers down his spine, and he can't help but groan in appreciation. His own arousal growing, the desire for you consuming him. He gets off on your sweet little pants and sharp intakes of breath when he does something right 

"You're so beautiful," He whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "You're all I can think about. I’m obsessed with you”

His hands found your hips, gripping them firmly as his tongue explores you deeper, tasting your sweetness. He can feel the way your body arches into his, your fingers tangling into his hair more, urging him on.

"Oh god Buck" you moan, your voice a mixture of pleasure and desperation and it nearly sends him over the edge as he slides his fingers inside you.

His lips and tongue work you in tandem, teasing your clit, dipping into your wetness, savoring every moan and whimper you let out. He wants you to know just how much he craves you, how you set his body on fire, and how he needed you just as much as you needed him. 

He knew just how to push your buttons, how to make your body quiver and shake. He wanted to remind you of your worth, of how much you meant to him, and how he couldn't imagine his life without you. He groans deeply, slurping your pussy messily and lapping at your clit, and fully enjoying how loud you’re getting. He should have opened the windows, he thinks. So 4B could hear what a goddess you are.

He can feel your body trembling beneath him, your breathing becoming more erratic. He knows he’s getting you close, and he desperately wants to hear you scream his name as you come all over his face. 

"That's it, sweet angel. Let go for me. Let me hear you." His fingers and tongue work in perfect harmony, driving you over the edge.

Finally, you arch your back, your body convulsing as you reach your peak and scream out his name. He holds you tightly through it, his mouth still working your clit as you ride out your orgasm, grinding against his mouth and practically drowning him. He pulls back with a wide grin on his face and watches the way your body shudders after. He lays his head on your thigh, nuzzling it softly and teasing your clit with your thumb, his chin soaked with your juices.

“Love the way your body shakes…. I haven’t even gotten to the main event”

“I- I have to get ready” you pant softly, shaking your head as Buck wipes his face and goes to ease his boxers down his thighs 

“Oh? But I thought you didn’t want to go anymore, I thought you wanted to stay at home with Daddy Buck�� 

“Please stop calling yourself that” You giggle and he swats your thigh, getting on his knees 

“You have the audacity to be saying that. When I seem to remember two nights ago when I was absolutely putting you through the damn mattress you were crying “Daddy please slow down” He says in a high-pitched voice “Oh fuck daddy please” 

“Wasn’t that the same night you were saying you’d be mommy’s good boy if I let you cum?” you tilt your head and he looks at you for a moment, biting his lip

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Oh? Really?” You sit up “You don’t remember being in a vibrating cock ring and literally on your knees begging me to let you cum?” You reach for the bedside table where you keep it and he puts his hands out in front of him 

“Okay, okay shit okay I remember… hey we’ve kind of lost the narrative here young lady. I’m supposed to be making you feel good” He goes to ease you back down but you stop him, blushing a little 

“You know what really made me feel good?” You ask quietly, your cheeks flushing a bit. Your hand goes back to that drawer.

He watches you intently, internally battling with himself to just give in to you because he knows what made you feel good and he also knows that maybe it didn’t feel so bad for him and that he fucking loves begging you. He loves whining and whimpering for you and watching the way it melts you when he’s so submissive. Nothing gets you off more than a strong man on his knees and nothing gets him off more than how wet you get and the sounds of him thrusting in and out. 

But he seriously hates that stupid thing, because it constantly stops him from turning you into his sweet little cream pie. 

“On one condition” He stops your hand for a second and you smirk 

“Sure” 

“You let me cum sooner than you did last time! By at least 10 minutes!” 

“Deal!” You grab your phone from the nightstand and call Hen, apologizing because you won’t make it tonight. She tells you to take it easy on Buck this time and bursts out laughing as you splutter in response. 

Damn, 24 hour shifts. 

You hang up and Buck gets on the bed, lying on his back and folding his hands across his torso while crossing his ankles. 

“I’m yours to do with as you please, pretty baby” 

You grab the cock ring from the drawer and smile, prepping it and turning to him. 

“You know how much I love you right?” 

He reaches up and holds your face in his hand, rubbing his thumb over your cheek soothingly. 

“And you know how much I love you? How much I crave your very being” He mumbles, looking up at you like you’re his entire world, and you are, you know you are 

“You’re beautiful baby, and I hope you remember that” 

You smile and take his cock in your hand, stroking it slowly to get it nice and hard for you, it doesn’t take long and he blushes sheepishly 

“I know baby boy” You whisper as you bend forward and kiss him, he whimpers a little when he feels the cool silicone slide down around him 

“I know” 

[alonetimelover]

pairing: harry styles x polish!reader (fem, she/her)

summary: harry plays a show where one of the most important people in his life attends - his fiancée's granny.

submitted by @otaktomotyl, thank you and i hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it!

a/n: i found polish translations on the internet, i hope they're okay.

masterlist ask, comment, come say hi!

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harryupdates

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harryupdates HARRY landed in Warsaw. I repeat, HARRY landed in Warsaw.

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harrysmoustache and he's holding yn's hat???

harryshoee yn and harry can finally reunite... 🥹

harrysfan92 do you see his arms???? he looks like a Greek god, god damn

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harrysmoustache HAARY AT YN'S COUSIN WEDDING!!!!

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harryupdates you're so fast with those updates, lyla. im gonna lose my job...

stylesbabie yn be aware, he looks good enough to be THE groom. keep him close

⤷ harryslipstick i think that ring on her finger is saying more than anything

harrysmybestie guys, you know we are so close to see HIM at HIS OWN wedding...

⤷ harrysmylife don't

⤷ harrysmoustache why would you say that?!

⤷ outofstyles am i the only one awaiting that day impatiently??? i wanna see him being all nervous and loving and all of the emotions that people feel at the weddings

stylesislife only harry styles could come to my wedding wearing a tanktop that he also wears to his shows

⤷ hArrysbtch the only man i could forgive AND compliment on looking so fucking good

stylesbabie yn's cousin posted a photo from the ceremony, and you can see yn and harry being all snuggle and touchy 😭😭😭 i love them so much

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"What do you mean you're not coming up on stage? Harry, my love, what changed during the last two hours?" YN asked into her phone, anxious Harry being on the other side, soundly biting his nails. "And stop biting your nails, you've got a very nice colour on them."

"Is babcia (granny) here?"

"Mum texted they're close to the gate. Jeff, was kind enough to go there and pick them up so they wouldn't get in any trouble."

"Good, good, good. can- can you come backstage? I think I'd like some ted talk before the show," he said quietly, smile growing on his face. "And some kisses, too."

"Give me 10 minutes, I'll find that kind guard and ask him to guide me. I can't remember when to turn right."

"I'll wait for you. I love you."

"I love you."

Harry got up from the couch and started pacing from one wall to the other. His hands were trembling, getting sweaty. He couldn't remember when was the last time he felt this nervous before start of the show. Not wembley or Slane Castle were as nerve wrecking as Warsaw. He knew it perfectly that it wasn't because of the city or the country. Well, it partially was.

It was YN's home show. But also her whole family was just outside the gates or already walking down the hallways to get to their seats (VIP of course, besides YN's younger cousins that wanted the front row, barricade experiance). And probably the most important guests for Harry - YN's grandparents, especially her granny. A sweet 92-year-old lady that started learning english and using an iPhone to be able to talk and contact Harry. A lady who bought his heart with sweet butter biscuits that no one could replicate. A lady that listened and then learned his whole three albums for this day - the day she would finally see him play live.

So he was terrified to disappoint her.

"What if i mess up the lyrics?" he asked YN when she finally came to the greenroom, he had been pacing in.

"Then she will sing it to you."

"But what if she won't like hearing me live? I mean, it's- it's a possibility. What? Why are you giggling. I'm really stressed here, my darling."

"I'm so sorry." She kissed the crown of his head. "It's just that you're afraid of impossibility. There is no way she would laugh at you or be disappointed in you." YN stroke his hair, gently massaging it, bringing Harry peace.

"You sure?"

"I've never been more sure in my life."

"She'll like it." Harry reassured himself aloud.

"Yes, she will. Not only she loves you like her own grandchild, she's also nervous. This morning she facetimed me to help her pick up an outfit. She bought quite a few things after she saw some pictures of your fans on the internet." She laughed, finding it quite adorable.

"Did she?" Harry lifted his head from yn's lap. "Oh, bless her."

They spent the next few minutes in silence, letting Harry's heart to calm down and steady its pace.

"Wait, did you say that you've never been more sure about something in your life?" Harry eventually broke the silence.

"Yes?"

"So, you had doubts when I asked you to marry me?"

"Oh god."

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harryloveontour first look at harry at tonight's show in warsaw! it wasn't even the first minute, and he was already seen sending kisses towards yn!

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harrysmylife and it was not only for yn!!! her whole family is with her. even her grandparents.

⤷ stylesbabie omg, they must love him soooo so much

ynandhmyparents they are the sweetest couple i've ever seen, like ever

harrysmoustache is anybody live??? i need to experience this show, i have tissues ready

⤷ hArrysbtch hslotwarsaw is live and it's in such a good quality

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hslotwarsaw this is harry's reaction to seeing yn dancing with one of the fans during adore you!!!

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harryupdates omg, his reaction was priceless!!!!

hArrysbtch the way this man said "back off, my friend. she is taken. ring and all. no, no, no." he wa ready to jump from that stage to stop that man from hugging yn!

⤷ stylesbabie i mean, did that guy asked yn if that was okay?

⤷ lovingharry he did, you could see it on the videos that people already posted

harrysmoustache he's like "excuse me, man. that is my fiancée. MY fiancée."

harrysmylife oh, this concert just started and i know it's gonna be the best of all times

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lately you've been on my mind

honey, ah ah ah

The whole stadium was singing back to him. He could describe the feeling it awoke in him each time. It was similar but never the same. Especially today, everything seemed to touch him deeper, better, and clearer.

"Someone's stealing your girl, Styles"

Harry heard someone in his earpiece, making him stop singing. He played it cool by putting the mic towards the audience simultaneously looking for YN.

It didn't take him long. She was right where she promised to be. The space designed specifically for her family, not enclosed but clearly separated from the main audience. There she was dancing and laughing with some middle-aged guy.

Harry was a jealous person in nature. In particular when it came to his partners. He wasn't proud of it, and he definitely didn't have any way to believe that YN would sprint after every Tom, Dick and Harry. Every day she showed him how in love she was, there could be no way.

But here he was. Jaw clenched, not singing and glaring towards his fiancée.

"Harry, everything alright?" Again the voice in his earpiece.

YN stopped dancing, feeling that unmistakable eyes almost glued to her. Oh, it didn't look good.

"How you doin' Warsaw?!" Harry finally screamed into the microphone. The squeals, screems and whistles gave him all he wanted - distraction.

And when YN smiled at him so lovingly and sweetly, it was enough to carry him till this moment.

"Your sign says 'help me shoot my shot'. Is this person with you?" Harry asked the fan who was holding the very neat and colourful sign. Somehow he didn't recognise him from just a minutes ago.

"She's here."

"Wow! Your voice is so loud, man. But how do you want me to help you when she's here. She's next to you somewhere?"

And then if it would have been possible, Harry's jaw would touch the floor. That guy shamelessly pointed towards YN. Now he remembered.

People screamed so loudly, because everything was shown on the biggest screen behind the stage.

"Well, back off, my friend. She is taken. Ring and all. No, no, no." Harry tried to play it cool by laughing at the end. "And, as far as I'm concerned, we're not lookin' for the third one in the relationship."

Now the stadium was laughing along with the long 'ouuuu'.

"How did you know you'd be close to YN, anyway?"

"Manifesting."

"Manifesting?" Harry repeated so everyone could know the answer. "Well, you're doing it right, so I suggest betting or playing lottery. And, to be honest most importantly," he pressed. "Not stealing someone else's future wife!"

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harryupdates harry introducing yn's grandmother at tonight's show.

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hArrysbtch she is the sweetest lady, my god. i love her even though i don't know her 🥹

harrysmoustache "this show is very special to me. here are my future parents in law as well as grandparents. hello, hi!" i still can't comprehend harry being engaged...

harrysmylife "granny, how are you doing? do you need anything? no? you're good? excellent! that's what I wanted to hear. please give it up for granny!" and the way he started clapping both of his hands and the whistling???? and then speaking in polish i think???

⤷ polisharry Yes! He said 'dziękuję, babcia że tu jesteś' which means 'thank you granny for being here

harryfan82 this show is sooo good

outofstyles did anybody see harry constantly looking towards that area, where yn's whole family is?

⤷ harrysmoustache absolutely! i can't imagine how nervous he is, considering it's the first (at least that we know of) time he sings in front of them

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hArrysbtch HE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO PLAY MEDICINE BUT THE BAND STARTED IT WITHOUT HIS KNOWLEDGE. I CANT. HES REACTION IS PRICELESS. HES TERRIFIED.

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harryupdates he didn't even started it on cue, thank god the audience was so pumped up for it and sang it!

harrysmoustache "no no no no no. we weren't supposed to play it. sarah!" the fear and confusion in his voice was everything. they got him good.

outofstyles "you're gonna pay for it. all of you." this is so funny

stylesbabie the funniest thing is how when he started singing it, he was all touchy and sexy. it was like he forgot about the problem in the moment...

godstyles "granny's terrified" HARRY YOU DIDN'T PUT THE MICROPHONE DOWN, MAN

⤷ harrysmoustache but they showed granny being all smiley during medicine. i think she enjoyed it just like any other song!

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harryupdates harry smiling while talking to yn's little cousin (yn was translating everything to her and then to harry). she then opened as it was with "harry, I wanna say goodnight to you"

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hArrysbtch i hate kids but that baby was so cute i wish i could squish her cheeks

harrysmoustache he was all smiles and gentle eyes while talking to her, he loves this family so much

styleslove i love when people are so open with their feelings for their partner's family

harrysfan081 so cute

stylesbabie give this man a child already

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hslotwarsaw harry after splashing water at yn and her family at the end of the show!

and with this photo, we're ending our 'photo-stream'. thank you all for helping us prepare all of the fan projects and thank you for welcoming harry so warmly in our country! till the next time!

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harryupdates you did amazing job!

hArrysbtch yn's granny got so happy at the moment harry decided to threaten her with a bottle

stylesbabie granny had a water gun and threatened harry back with it!!!!! it was soo cute, he run away laughing

harrysfan88 best show so far

harrysmylife "this one of the loudest show i can remember. and i know why. my fiancée's whole family is here. and believe me, they can make so much noise it's impressive!" my friend stood next ro them and confirmed, they were so loud during the whole set list!!

harryshands i can't imagine better way for harry to cope with this amount of pressure. he delivered one of the best performances in his life - sound and entertain wise. truly amazing

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"Harry, my sweet boy."

Harry turned 180° from the conversation he was having with Jeff to see the face of the lady with the heavy accent he knew so well.

"Babcia! (granny)" he exclaimed, jogging towards her and ambracing in a tight hug. "How I've missed you."

"You saw me yesterday, you."

"I know." He pulled away, still having his arm around granny. "But it's already been almost 24 hours. A long time, don't you think?"

Granny shook her head with a smile and placed her head on Harry's chest. She was rather exhausted from all the lights, noise, dancing and standing up for almost three hours.

"You wanna sit down, granny?" YN asked, squeezing her grandmothers arm in a way showing her she was nearby.

"Oh, yes. My legs aren't 20 years old as much as I would like them to be."

The three of them sat down on the green couch and talked about the show. Granny was impressed with all the fans having the time of their life, but specifically the ones that seemed to take in the show on their own terms.

"There were those two girls just hugging the whole time and singing softly all the songs. It was so lovely," granny explained.

"It's funny how they were two of very little to not use their phone during the show," commented someone in the room.

And before harry got the chance to defend people taking photos and recording, granny sat up straight.

"Well, in the 60s, my father took me to see The Beetles and I wish i had a camera then. It was such a magical moment that I would want it to be not only engraved in my mind but also on paper. I took so many photos of you, Harry. I need you to print them so I can show them to my friends on the next bingo evening."

YN nodded her head with a smile, not only planning to print the photos but putting the whole concert that harry recorded on the CD. Granny loved watching that type of thing on her telly.

"Harry," granny spoke up after a few moments. "I do have a question however."

"Ask away, granny."

"That song, medicine. What is it about?"

[mistyyyy]

𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒁𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒈 𝒙 𝑴!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓.

🍊Reader does have locks and of course, this is a black reader blog.🍊

Wc: 4142

🍑Patrick is in love with reader, reader is “straight” with a girlfriend, reader eating pussayyy, reader kissing booyyyssss for the first time, weed smoking, Patrick licking cock and ba- lemme chill LMAO, freaky ass girlfriend. 🍑

Every time he had looked at you he had to remind himself that this was okay and that he could live with this. It’ll go away. The way he felt about you that is.

He knows he’ll never get to hold your hand the way you hold your girlfriends, or hold you close against his chest, or even have you press your chest against his back, nah, not like the way you do with her. So instead he’ll be the supporting friend, the friend that’ll joke about one-night stands, playfully nudge you away, and sometimes make homoerotic jokes towards you, knowing you were thinking he was joking. He honestly should’ve just asked you before you had gotten into that relationship. Did you feel anything towards him?… not even after that time during high school when they went to that party and… never mind… and then they…yeah, never mind.

He should’ve asked you. Were you sure you were straight? Not even a little bi-curious towards him or any one of the same gender for that matter? He should’ve asked you if you felt anything towards him when you sat this close to him on your twin XL, laptop sitting on their lap and popcorn between his thighs. Because he felt something. He felt something every time you reached down to get the lightly buttered snack and put some between your lips, he felt something every time you laughed at a corny joke from the movie, he definitely felt something when you shifted and your legs grazed his and your shoulder did the same.

How could you not feel anything? All he did was feel everything.

The way you breathed, the way you shifted ever so slightly against the headboard, the way your body spray smelled a little tainted by something more feminine. Something more her.

“You okay?”

“Huh?”

He didn’t even realize he was staring at you for this long, his nail subconsciously rubbing against the boil sitting between his thighs as he watched you watch the movie. He blinks, his eyes dryer than usual before he looks back down at the laptop resting on their legs, on his right, on your left. “Yeah, I’m fine… just zoned out.” He clears his throat, clearing the gruff undertone.

“Hm…” you brushed it off, hand reaching over to your phone that rested on your mini fridge to check if your girlfriend had made it back to her dorm safely. She did, a small smile growing on your lips as you typed back your reply and hit send. Your girlfriend had done nothing but be nice to Patrick, yet right now all he felt was jealousy and envy as he watched your thumbs move efficiently across the screen. With a small sigh of contempt, you place your phone back onto the fridge and reach down to move the laptop. “I gotta piss, be right back.” You announced as you shifted to the ground. “Want me to pause it?” Patrick asked, knowing the answer was gonna be, “Nahh, I’ll catch up.”

He watched you slid on your Nike slides, and left out your room to go into the bathrooms.

His eyes zeroed into your phone, the device unlocked, waiting, tempting. He knows he shouldn’t do it, he knows he shouldn’t disrespect your privacy and snoop like an insecure girlfriend.

But he does it anyway.

Your phone was small in his palm, his fingers used to pro maxes, and he couldn’t help but think of all the times he’s offered to get you a new phone. “Dude. Why do you still have a button on your iPhone?” “What? Not everyone got old school money, Zweig.” “I’ll literally buy you a new phone and pay it off-“ “absolutely not.” “Dude.” That was how the recent conversation went.

He stared down at the phone, the messages of you and her still popped up on the screen. He glanced back up at the door, his throat bobbing as he nervously swallowed down his spit. This was stupid. But he didn’t stop. He didn’t want to hurt his own feelings…yet. So he left out of your girlfriend’s messages and opened your photos instead. It was regular boy shit, the same shit on his phone. Except for the pictures of you and her that is, on dates, hanging out, pictures that she had taken on his phone just because she could, sleeping pictures of her.

He almost wanted to delete them.

But there were things in there with them. Art was in some of them as well. He inhaled deeply and left the app to go to… oh is that Snapchat?

Tap.

A smile grew on his face as a picture of the two of you popped up in the memories. Summer of 2018, on their way to 9th grade. They were so young. Your hair not fully matured yet, little coils on top of your head, and braces in his mouth. He loved you even then.

He moves on to the note app, his thumb quickly hitting the search bar and typing in his name. Nothing pops up.

He doesn’t know if he should feel relieved or disappointed. If you were to type your name in his notes…well.

Okay, you were probably taking a crap by now, it was time to hurt his feelings, yet again. With a shaky sigh. He closes out Snapchat, the notes app, and the photo app, before hitting the message app. His thumb hesitates above her name, before pressing it. He could feel the guilt eating him away as he read up your text threads. So many I love yous, good mornings, beautifuls, and handsomes. It was starting to make him a little nauseous.

But then he sees a specific message, a message that has his heart pounding a little faster and his eyes nervously up to your door.

His finger hovered over the invisible ink effect, the devil on his shoulder telling him to swipe back and forth while the angel was telling him to put the phone fucking down AND SAVE HIMSELF THE HURT AND PAIN.

Okay, fuck it.

His thumb swipes back and forth on the screen, only to see… nothing. A black screen with a play button, a video.

“Holy shit…” He breathed out.

It was a video, and it was dark, at first. There was shuffling… and then there was breathing… and then moaning. And then he saw you, the flash was on, your eyes low. Your eyes and nose were the only thing he could see, the flash lighting up your pupils as you looked over the camera, and then into the lens before they fell shut.

“Oh fuck…” he repeated

“Oh fuck, baby…” she moans out, something warm filling Patrick’s belly as his mind finally caught up to the fact that.. he was watching you eat out your girlfriend. Her hand pushed down your head, your nose pressing into her clit before his mouth moved up to lick and suck on the sensitive nub. “Mm…” you moaned out as you made out with her cunt, and Patrick had to physically stop the video to control his breathing.

He blinked for a second, his sweatpants feeling tight, the inside of his boxers just a little sticky.

“I should’ve brought my phone, I was in there reading the febreeze can.” You settled down beside him once again, your phone back on the mini fridge and your pillow snug on his lap. “Well… you didn’t miss much.” He lied, he wasn’t really paying attention to the movie when you left.

“Cool, cool…” you trailed off, your back slouched against your headboard, your weight kinda leaning on him. He swallowed thickly, his hands tightening on the popcorn bucket. You shifted the laptop onto the pillow on his lap, and he couldn’t feel anything, but damn he wished he did, touch it, grab it, lick it- please do something! He felt like a dog in heat, why the fuck did he have to go through your shit!

You didn’t notice the way his hand twitched at his side, fingers flexing, the ghost of a temptation running through them as they just barely grazed your thigh. You didn’t notice the way he bit his lip, trying to will away the heat curling in his stomach.

And Patrick? Patrick realized, in that moment, he was in trouble.

Suddenly you yawned, your tongue coming out to lick your slightly dry lips, your body slouching against your mattress, and your legs spreading as you grew a little lazy. “You should stay the night. I don’t want you driving back to your hotel this late.”

“Yes sir…” The brunette mumbled sarcastically, his eyes scanning the way your body flexed underneath your clothes, your white beater hugging you tight, basketball shorts sliding down your thighs, your boxer briefs showing just slightly on your thighs. You breathed out an amused breath at his dry tone.

Patrick forced himself to focus on the movie, eyes locked on the screen but seeing absolutely nothing except your reflection through the screen. The warmth of your thigh resting on his, the subtle rise and fall of your breath—it was too much. His pulse pounded in his throat, his fingers drumming anxiously against the mattress.

Patrick let out a slow breath through his nose, tilting his head back against the wall and squeezing his eyes shut. He willed himself to think about something—anything—other than the video still burned into his mind. The way your voice had sounded, the way your tongue had moved… fuck he was so hard, he was throbbing… your hands, the way they looked squeezing her thighs, your goatee, dripping with her fluids.

Stop it. Stop thinking about it.

“Wanna get high?”

“Absolutely.”

The movie had been done and over with, Berleezy now playing in the background as the both of them laid on their backs, passing the jay back and forth. “You ever kissed a boy before?” Substance encouragement.

“What?- ack!-“ you choked out the smoke, the thick gas puffing from your throat as you tried to catch your breath as Patrick just cackled at you.

“You good?” Patrick teased, his grin barely visible in the dim light of the laptop screen. You sat up slightly, coughing out the last bit of smoke. “What kind of question is that?” Patrick shrugged, taking the jay from your fingers. “Just wondering.” He took a slow hit, eyes locked on yours as he exhaled. “You ever think about it?” You scoffed, shaking your head. “Bro, no.” But the way your voice wavered at the end—too quick, too defensive—made Patrick smirk.

“Nah?” He shifted closer, his shoulder brushing yours. “Not even once? Not even, like… curiosity?”

You swallowed, the heat from his body sinking into your skin. Patrick always had this way of pushing boundaries, but this felt different. More deliberate. You laughed, but it came out uneasy. “Why? You trying to get me to say something?” Patrick grinned, leaning in just a fraction more. “Maybe. Or maybe I just think you’d like it.” You exhaled through your nose, shaking your head. “You’re smoking dick.”

“And you’re avoiding the question,” Patrick shot back. He flicked the lighter absentmindedly, the small flame dancing between you before disappearing again. “If you’re so sure you wouldn’t like it, then prove it.”

You frowned. “What?”

“Kiss me.”

Your stomach flipped. It physically felt like you were about to spit it up. “Bro—”

Patrick just tilted his head, challenging. “One kiss. If it’s nothing, then it’s nothing. But if you can’t do it, maybe it’s because you don’t wanna know what it means.” The room felt smaller. Tighter. The laughter from the laptop felt distant like it belonged to a different world. You looked at him—really looked at him—the sharp line of his jaw, the way his lips parted just slightly like he was already expecting your answer.

Your mouth felt dry. “You’re really serious?”

Patrick nodded. “Yeah.”

Silence. Then, before you could talk yourself out of it, you leaned in. You never pulled away from a challenge, even as gay as this one. Your heart pounded as the space between you disappeared. It was slow—hesitant—like giving yourself time to back out. But Patrick didn’t move away. If anything, he leaned in too, his breath warm against your lips.

Then, it happened.

Soft. Just a press of lips, barely anything, but the second it did, something inside you flipped over, like the first drop on a rollercoaster. It should’ve been weird, should’ve been a joke—but it wasn’t. You pulled back too fast like you’d been burned. “Shit,” you muttered, running a hand through your locs. “Okay. There. Happy?” Patrick just stared at you, eyes darker now, unreadable. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips like he was still tasting you. “That’s all you got?”

You huffed out a nervous laugh, shaking your head. “Bro, shut up.” What the hell was he saying?

“I’m just saying,” he said, that teasing lilt still in his voice, but there was something else under it now—something heavier. “Felt like you were holding back.” You rolled your eyes. “Oh, so now you’re a kissing coach?” “Nah.” Patrick leaned back on his elbows, stretching out like this was nothing to him. “But I know when someone’s not being honest with themselves.” Get the damn hint. Was this considered manipulation?

That got you. Your jaw tightened, and you turned away, staring at the laptop. You tried to focus on whatever Berleezy was saying, but the words just blurred together.

Patrick nudged you. “Yo.”

You didn’t look at him. “What?”

“Did you hate it?”

You opened your mouth—ready to fire off something quick, something dismissive—but nothing came out. Patrick’s voice dropped, softer now. “You liked it, didn’t you?” You swallowed hard. Every instinct told you to deny it, to laugh it off, to push him away. But you couldn’t. Because the truth sat heavy in your chest, buzzing in your veins like the smoke still lingering in your lungs.

Finally, you exhaled. “Yeah,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. Patrick’s smile was slow, knowing. He sat up, reaching for the jay again. “Told you.”

You shook your head, a nervous chuckle slipping out. “You’re a dick head.”

Patrick just grinned. “Maybe.” He took a hit, then passed it to you, his fingers brushing yours a little too long. “But now what?” You hesitated, looking down at the burning ember before taking a slow drag. You let the smoke sit in your chest, let the weight of the moment settle. Then, exhaling, you turned back to him. “I don’t know,” you admitted. “But I think I wanna find out.”

Patrick's smirk softened, something warmer slipping into his eyes. He nodded once.

Then, without hesitation, he leaned in again.

This time, there was no teasing, no hesitation. His lips met yours with more confidence, testing, pressing-like he was trying to figure out just how much of this you could handle. And, to his surprise, you didn't pull away.

You kissed him back.

It was awkward at first, both of you adjusting, hands twitching with uncertainty. Patrick's breath was warm, his lips softer than you expected, and for a moment, neither of you knew what to do with your hands. But then, instinct kicked in. Patrick's fingers skimmed the side of your jaw, tilting your face just slightly as he deepened the kiss, slow and unhurried. You responded naturally, melting into it, letting yourself feel the heat, the weight, the quiet thrill of something you shouldn't be doing but didn't want to stop.

And just when the awkwardness faded, when it started to feel good-really good— Patrick suddenly pulled back like he'd been electrocuted.

His eyes were wide, lips still wet, chest rising and falling. Then, like a switch flipped in his brain, panic settled into his face.

"Wait. Shit." He swallowed hard, staring at you like he'd just remembered something terrible. "You have a girlfriend."

You blinked, still dazed, lips buzzing. You saw the way Patrick's entire body tensed, the way his breathing grew uneven like he was really processing what just happened.

But you? You just shrugged. "She doesn't care."

Patrick's face scrunched in confusion. “What—what do you mean she doesn't care?”

You exhaled, not wanting to talk about it, not wanting to ruin this-whatever this was.

So, instead of answering, you reached forward, gripping the collar of Patrick's hoodie and pulling him back in. You reached behind you, the joint getting snubbed out against the mini fridge, and you locked in.

And this time, when you kissed him, it wasn't hesitant or awkward. It was intentional. Patrick let out a muffled sound of surprise but didn't resist. He let you take control, let you push your lips against his with more pressure, more urgency. His fingers curled around your wrist like he wanted to stop you-but he didn't.

Instead, he gave in.

A soft sigh left his lips as his body relaxed, his hands sliding down your arms, gripping you back. Whatever confusion, whatever conflict he had-it disappeared in the heat of your mouth, the way your tongue brushed against his, the way your fingers dug into his hoodie like you didn't want to let go.

And for now, he let himself forget.

He couldn’t get enough of you, and he was beginning to get greedy. He didn’t want to push your boundaries, he didn’t want you to run away from him, but he couldn’t help it, the throbbing pain in his sweatpants just wanting some kind of relief. So he rubs his hips on the side of your thigh, a surprised grunt leaving the both of your mouths as you feel each other's excitement.

The both of you broke the kiss, your breaths heavy, lips wet, and hearts faster than your minds right now. The both of you didn’t say anything, your eyes doing all of the talking.

I don’t think we should do this.

Why not, you said it was okay.

Can I touch you?

I don’t know.

Please?

You swallowed thickly, before nodding, and Patrick didn’t waste any more time, sitting up on his knees and making his way between your thighs. You watched him with low eyes as his fingers slipped under your shorts, your hands nervously gripping the sheets as his thumb teased your half-hardened length over the shorts. “Patrick, man…” You breathed out, head falling back to the pillow, as your hips twitched upwards. This didn’t go past the brunette, his lips turning up into a smirk as he started pulling down your shorts with your boxers, his grey eyes trailing down your treasure trail, and your buzzed pubic hair.

He honestly couldn’t believe this was happening right now, years of just imagining what you looked like naked, nights of him stroking his dick to the thought of you and him, or to just you.

Finally, he gets to see you.

“Wait…pat…” You didn’t quite understand why you were saying wait, your hand already sliding into his black curls as his tongue licked up the length of your cock, lips sucking onto your frenulum before taking your leaking cock into his mouth, the taste of your pre-cum finally being on his tongue after years of wanting you caused him to groan into you, your thighs tensing from that delicious vibration. “Oh shit…oh shit” you groaned a little louder as his mouth slid down your length, his mouth hot and wet. He couldn’t take it all, but he sure as hell tried, like he was trying to prove that he was better than her, that he could get you off better. He could feel you grow inside his mouth, your cock fully hardened and hitting the back of his throat.

You could tell he was struggling, his throat tightening as he tried to hold in his gags. “Slow, slow… yeah, just like that…mmm…” If he wants to please you, then you’ll just enjoy it, and coach him how to do it right. Fuck. Patrick groaned around you from your breathy encouragement, his glassy eyes looking up at you, but your head was tilted back, rested back against the pillow while your hand was firmly gripping at the strands in his head.

He couldn’t stop himself anymore, his cock in his boxers starting to hurt from the neglect. So he began grinding his hips against the bed, the rough sticky material rubbing against his length deliciously. You couldn’t even keep your eyes open, your mind fuzzy but your senses in ten. Your teeth clenched tightly as his mouth messily licked and sucked on your balls, your stomach caving in and a low whimper leaving your throat as his hand stroked you slowly, taking his time. He didn’t want it to end, he wanted to keep you just like this, all to him. “Mng…gonna fucking cum, oh fuuck, ‘m gonna cum,” you finally looked down at him as you announced your release, that familiar tight feeling twitching at your nuts, his anticipation soaring from the thought of tasting you, in having you in a way that wasn’t platonic.

“Yes, please…” his voice was raspy, drool down his mouth as he lazily suckled on your tip, hot tongue almost suctioning to the underside of your head, almost as if he was sucking on a straw. It felt like he was sucking the life out of you, your toes curling and brows pushing together as you watched your best friend bring you there, bringing you to that edge. “Pat, Patrick-“ you tried to warn him, the hand that was in his curls tugging to try to pull him away.

You were about to cum, you were about to cum in Patrick’s mouth, your best friend since- forever. He didn’t detach from you, his hips rolling even harder into the bed. He almost disassociates, cum the only thing on his mind right now. You didn’t bother wasting your breath in warning him again, one hand tightening in his hair as you pushed his mouth down on you, and the other one tightening on the sheets. With a guttural groan, your eyes fluttering and your hips raised, he almost gagged when your hips twitched upwards, your cum squirting- hot and fast into the back of his throat.

He was right there behind you, a whimper, almost something feminine like a whine leaving his throat as he swallowed your load, his cock twitching and his hips stuttering as he spoiled his underwear, ruining the inside with his slick. “Fuck…” he breathed out, your hand in his hair pulling away as you laid slack against the mattress. You needed a few seconds of nonverbal time.

The two of you lay in a tense yet comfortable silence. The two of you couldn’t believe that just happened, yet you weren’t uncomfortable, the high easing your anxiety yet your body tensed with want. You wanted it again.

You looked over to him, his back now resting against the bed and your shoulders pressed against each other. Then you reached for his hand, your pinky nervously grazing his knuckles before he got the hint and just linked your fingers together. “Um…” you mumbled, eyes moving upwards to stare at the popcorn ceilings. “Yeah?…” he whispered, his gaze not meeting yours, also staring at the ceiling. “I don’t want to seem gay or whatever…” you said, a hint of a smile in your voice as you joked, and Patrick grinned with a huff of laughter. “ but I kinda wanna do that again….”

Patrick’s grin lingered, but there was something else behind it now—something softer. He squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing absentmindedly over your skin.

“Yeah?” he murmured.

You swallowed, your heartbeat picking up even though neither of you was looking at each other. “Yeah.”

Silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of quiet that settled in when something unspoken was hanging in the air, waiting to be acknowledged.

Then, Patrick exhaled, shifting slightly so his knee knocked against yours. “Well,” he started, voice low, teasing, but careful. “What’s stopping you?”

You finally turned your head to look at him, and he was staring at you now, his expression unreadable.

And suddenly, everything felt different.

Like something between you had shifted for good.

You hesitated, then squeezed his hand back, grounding yourself. “Nothing, I guess.”

Patrick hummed. “Then…” He tilted his head, his smirk returning. “C’mon.”

“Can you record me this time? Kayla likes stuff like this…”

[finelinevogue]

love her stupid

summary - you are jealous of harry’s new bandmate, when you really don’t need to be

word count - ~1k

pairing - nonfamous!harry x reader

You didn’t think you really ever got jealous.

Not like this.

Sitting in your boyfriend’s room, alone whilst your boyfriend and his bandmates practiced downstairs, you never thought you’d be jealous of their new lead vocalist.

Your boyfriends band - Last Day on Earth - were in need of a female voice to better their music, and after many interviews for someone they came across Shana. She was a brilliant singer with just the right love for this kind of music - indie rock.

She was also out, most definitely, for your boyfriend.

You had come straight from the library to Harry’s house, hoping to spend the evening with your boyfriend.

When you arrived you heard them before you saw them. Harry and the band often practiced in his mum’s basement, as long as they were finished up by 10PM.

“Hello, love!” Anne had coddled you on the way in, taking your jacket from you and hanging it up in her under-stairs cupboard like you were part of the family.

“How are you, Anne?” You asked.

“Doing alright, love, yeah. You?” She pointed towards the kettle. “Cuppa?”

“Oh, no thanks. Just gonna see H if that’s okay?”

“Of course. He’s downstairs with Mitch, Tyler, Pauli and Shana.”

“S-Shana?” You questioned, pulling the sleeves of Harry’s sweatshirt over your hands and crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yes. She’s the bands new lead singer. Bit pitchy if you ask me, but it’s not my band.” Anne shrugged her shoulder and continued making herself a tea.

“Is Sarah here?”

“Yes, she is actually. Mitch is giving her a ride home I think.” Anne said, because apparently she was more clued up on your friends than you were.

“Okay.” You nodded, smiling. “Think I’m just gonna go to Harry’s room for a bit. If that’s okay?”

“Do what you want, Y/N. This house is as much yours as it is ours.”

You thanked Anne and walked up to Harry’s room.

Harry’s room was very stereotypical for a guy going through college. He had his bed with blur bedsheets and duvet. His posters on his walls from famous movies and concerts he liked. His bookshelf filled with Tolkein and Pratchett. His drum set in the corner of the room and his desk in another.

You threw your tote bag to the floor by the door and jumped onto his bed, before laying down.

His whole room smelt of him, obviously, and you absolutely loved it. He smelt so warm and musky. He smelt homely and comforting.

And after a long day studying, that was just what you needed.

You took out your phone and pulled up your text messages.

To Harry: in your room xx

To Harry: just going to lay here for a bit, then i’ll come say hi to you and the band xx

It took you a while to build up the energy to speak to people, especially after a long day studying. Your social battery took a long time to charge up and then drained almost instantly after one use, much like your old(ish) iphone.

You pulled out Harry’s Nintendo Switch and loaded up a new Mario Kart game.

Even though it was Harry’s Switch, you used it much more than he did. Harry much rather prefers his PC for gaming. A lot of the time he’ll game whilst you read, both of your sitting in comfortable silence as you enjoy being in each others presence.

Your phone pinged when you finished scrolling through Instagram.

From Harry: I’ll be up in 5 x

You didn’t expect Harry to stop practicing with his band, especially not for you, but it made your heart swell knowing he cared about you so much as to stop band practice for a little bit so he could see you.

A day apart from each other was too long. You had even packed your toothbrush today with the hope Harry would be okay with you staying over.

You pulled out Harry’s plaid pyjama bottoms from underneath his pillow, stepped out of your uncomfortable jeans and put on his pyjamas. It was a sigh of relief and comfort when you put them on.

You won your game on the Switch with a whispered cheer just as Harry walked into his room.

“Hey, you.” He smiled.

“Harry!” You cheered, dropping the Switch to greet him.

You sat up on his bed, coming to kneel at the edge of his bed with your arms out. He walked over to you and into your awaiting arms, linking his own around your neck and giving the top of your head a couple of kisses.

You hummed in comfort as you took in his homely smell.

You squeezed him a little tighter before letting him go. You moved back just a bit rested your chin on his chest, looking up at him from an unflattering angle.

“You okay?” He smiled down at you, double chins only making him look prettier.

“Mhm.” You tiredly smiled.

“How was the library?”

“Boring. Missed my study buddy.”

“Oh, I’m sorry baby.”

“Kiss? To make it up to me?”

Harry laughed, “Of course.”

He leant down slowly and you tilted your head to the side to let him have room. You captured his lips with yours, softly. It was a slow and soft kiss. Intimate and loving.

You pulled away, only for Harry to chase your lips back to his kissing you again. You smiled into the kiss, before giving him what he was clearly craving; You.

You reached up a hand from around him to bring up to his cheeks and squish them, so his lips could break away from yours.

“Oi, piss off.” Harry sounded silly at he spoke with your fingers squishing his cheeks.

You giggled, letting him go completely, before sitting back on your heels and smiling up at him.

Harry ended up resting his palms on the bed either side of you, bending down to your head height to speak to you.

“Come watch us play?” He asked politely, kissing your cheek.

“But Shana’s there.” You looked down, suddenly finding your fingers far more interesting. You messed with the ring on your finger that was actually Harry’s. The one he’d given to you one random night together, to show you how much he loved you.

“She is.”

“Yeah.” You said, not knowing how to articulate what you meant.

“She’s nice.” Harry added.

“I bet she is.” You huffed, when you had no reason to.

“She’s a good vocalist too, which is the only reason she’s here.”

“How good?” You looked up at him.

“Good enough that her girlfriend recommended her to us.” Harry smirked, knowing he got you there.

“Oh. Cool.”

Harry quickly kissed your forehead before standing up to normal height. “C’mon Little Miss Jealous.”

He held out a hand for you. You took it and he helped to pull you off the bed. He pulled you close to him so you chest hit his with a soft collision.

“Hey.” He spoke to get your attention. You tilted your head up to look at him through starry eyes.

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

You smiled, “Love you too.”

“Who loves me?” He asked for you to be clearer.

“I do.”

“Good. Wouldn’t want you to be anyone else.”

Harry always knew what to say, even when you were being unnecessarily mardy. There was no reason for you to be jealous for Shana, but sometimes you got in your own head too much.

Harry was always there to coax you out of your head though, working through your jealousy until you knew there was no reason.

He always validated you, but he also always reassured you.

“Okay. We can go now.” You nodded more confidently.

“Ready to watch me with heart eyes, baby?” Harry smirked.

“Always do, baby. Can you play ‘Love Her Stupid’?” You gave him puppy eyes.

“Think that’s a great idea, love.”

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(bonus)

You made it downstairs with Harry.

You found yourself walking in behind Harry, who went straight to the cookie cupboard.

His mum hit his hand before he could grab the whole packet.

“You can have one, mister. Dinner will be ready soon.” Anne said.

You laughed as Harry groaned and tilted his head back in frustration. His craving for biscuits was a serious one. One that you joked about with him all the time.

“Y/N, tell him he needs to cut down on the biscuits.” Anne tapped Harry’s stomach.

Harry was toned, don’t get anyone wrong, but he also had a little bit of chub there when he wanted. You loved how he didn’t take his body too seriously, but also didn’t neglect himself.

“I do tell him. He just doesn’t listen.”

“Listen to your girlfriend H, otherwise you’ll bloody lose her.” Anne lectured him.

“Lose her?” Harry scoffed. “Y/N’s obsessed with me.”

“In your dreams.” You rolled your eyes, but realistically what he said was the truth. You were obsessed and you were okay with that.

[carolmunson]

must be a kind of blind love

(older!modern!eddie - interlude blurbie) orange colored sky setlist

a/n: wrote this little older!eddie blurbie in honor of me needing glasses. my birthday is tomorrow so consider this an early present from me. this doesn't have to fit in order of any time line, it's just cute and fluffy. however, there are some exciting revelations in here.

tw: references to smut, foul language, otherwise pretty tame. idiots in love.

"Yyyyell-o." "You gotta stop answering the phone like that, Ed."

"It's how I always answer the phone, baby -- it's like a muscle memory."

"Ooh, muscle memory, big word for you," you chuckle, you can hear him click clacking against his keyboard on the other end, "You busy?"

"Not too busy, you okay?" he asks, the click clacking slows down to a stop, you hear the roll of his desk chair and some shuffling, the sound of an iPhone being unplugged from his computer.

"So um, I just left the doctors..."

"Okay before you finish what you're saying, I need you to never start a phone call with 'I just left the doctors...' fours days after we had sex," he interrupts, "We clear on that?"

You laugh, it's hearty and bubbly, enough to calm him from the heart racing 'what ifs' running through his head, "Yes, we're clear -- but you knew I had this doctor's appointment!"

"I know, but still -- how'd it go? Everything good?"

"Well..." you start, "It was an eye doctor appointment, like, an optometrist."

"I know what an optomestrist is, baby girl," he says sweetly, "But thank you for clarifying."

"Anyway I went and got my eyes check and uh..." you trail off, not wanting to say it. You can hear the low giggle coming from his throat, practically see the smile in his next sentence.

"Aw, you need glasses, don't you, peach?" he smirks into his question, heading down the metal staircase into the kitchen to refill his coffee cup.

"Yeah," you say poutily, "And now my eyes hurt cause they did dialysis on my eyes I mean -- dialated my eyes, whoops."

"I would hope they didn't perform dialysis on your eyes, jesus," he still can't hold back his gruff giggle, "Is it bad? What's your perscription?"

"I think it's honestly just an astigmatism? But better safe than sorry," you explain, "Don't make fun of me."

"Oh baby, I'm gonna make fun of you," Eddie pops the mug into the microwave, "Now you know how I feel every time you tell me to put my glasses on. Not fun gettin' old, is it?"

"You make it look pretty fun," you shrug, walking over to the train. The printed out paper with your perscription on it is blinding outside, the white glaring into your dilated pupils, "Fuck that's bright."

"I'm almost done with work for today, you wanna just come to mine?" he asks, "We can go look for frames for you."

"You're gonna be mean," you complain, "I don't like when you're mean."

"I won't be mean, I promise."

"Do you want me to come over?" you ask.

He bites his tongue, wanting to reply with a snappy 'Would I have invited you if I didn't?' but he can tell you just need the reassurance.

"I'd love to see you," his voice warm honey while it drips into the receiver, "Of course I want you to come over. You getting on the train?"

"Yeah I'm like, maybe twenty minutes way," you smile.

"Well then I'll see you in twenty, okay?" "Okay."

He spends the first couple minutes teasing you when you get in to get it out of his system, peppering you with kisses when your fake pout gets too cute for him. Eddie gives you his glasses to try on but you squint.

"These are too blurry," you shake your head, scrunching your nose in a way that has him melting.

"Well that's cause my visions a little worse than yours," he shrugs, plucking them off your face by the bridge and popping them onto his own.

"I think your glasses are nice," you shrug, "They make you look handsome."

"Handsome, huh?" he quirks a brow, "I think they make me look like my uncle. He's like, 74."

"You don't look 74," you roll your eyes.

"No?"

"No, babe," you say sweetly, tilting your head when you look at him, "You look at least 72."

He clicks his tongue and puffs out a breath, "How did I know?"

"You love it," you smirk, kissing his cheek and then the tip of his nose.

"Yeah, yeah, I love it," he nods along, tilting his head up to kiss your lips. He pulls you in close to him, taking a seat on one of the barstools at the kitchen island where you stand between his thighs.

Yeah, yeah, I love it. I love you. I think I love you.

"When your eyes feel a little less blurry you wanna look for some frames?" he asks, noses touching. You nod, feeling safe in his hold, eyes fluttering closed when he kisses your cheek. Eddie's full lips kiss from your cheek to your jaw, to the top of your neck -- implying all the ideas he has in mind to pass the time.

"We can fool around if you want," he asks against your skin, "That sound good to you, four eyes?"

You groan into a laugh, shoving him lightly off you, "Fuck you."

Laughing in the kitchen together is his new favorite past time.

Cat-eye, round, square, wire-rimmed, low brow -- there's too many options. You chew on your lower lip looking at the walls of frames, trying to not get in the way of other people while they grab pairs to try on in the brightly lit mirrors.

"Where do I even start?" you ask yourself, feeling Eddie close behind you. His hand presses against your mid back, leading you over to a wall that doesn't have people crowded around it. It gives you a moment to breathe, he rubs your shoulder as it relaxes.

"What types of sunglasses to you normally wear?" he asks, "That's a good place to start."

You had a few fake pairs of Raybans, a couple cat-eye frames from when you were in your early twenties. One pair of rimless glasses from a 90s party that you don't totally hate. You reach for the Wayferer shaped ones, wire rim bottom and flat top -- you find it accentuates your brows in a way that isn't quite right. They sit uneven on your face.

"These are awful," you mumble, taking them off.

"No they're not," he assures. He grabs a few pairs that are sort of ridiculous just to get you laughing -- big wild pairs with bright colors, a pair of transition lens aviators that look straight out of a serial killer movie, exaggerated cat eye lenses that he said his great aunt would've worn in the 80s. He heals every tease with a gentle kiss to your temple or forehead just over the bridge of your nose.

Eventually he starts looking at sunglasses for himself while you gain the confidence to go for it on your own. It's not lost on him when some of the ladies who work there come over to see if he needs help that they're flirting, and to be fair, he's never one to not indulge. You catch his eye in an opposite mirror where he gives you a wink -- he blushes when you roll your eyes in return.

You finally think you've settled on a pair you like, one that surprises you. Thin wire rimmed, brushed gold, they sit slightly round over your face, dipping a bit onto the tops of your cheeks. They don't accentuate whatever is happening with your brow line, they almost feel like they're supposed to be there. Your next thought sounds like your mom in your ear -- They go with everything!

You push your hair back, seeing if you'll still like them with your hair out of the way and down again. You snap a picture -- well, you snap a few. You don't hate it.

"Hey," you call out, tapping on his shoulder when you get behind him, "What do you think?"

Eddie turns, smoothly taking off the new sunglasses he was considering, "Lemme see."

"Oh honey," he coos, "Oh my god you look like a sweet little secretary."

"Stop," you laugh, heat hitting your cheeks at his praise. "Gotta get you a type writer so you can come work for me," he eggs on playfully, "You can screen all my calls. Maybe earn some over time..."

"Don't be annoying," you chide, slapping at his arm when he snakes it around you.

"No, peach you look so sweet," he gushes, "Really."

"I don't look like a nerd?" you ask, looking into the mirror again.

"Of course you do," he confirms, "But that's what I like about them. Plus, they go with everything."

"We'll be like twins," you say with a nudge, "Yours are sort of like this but silver."

"You're right," he nods, "Look at that, nerds in love."

He gives you a quick kiss -- but both of your hearts sink when the weight of what he says hits both your ears. Nerds in love.

In love.

In love.

You hear him swallow and you do the same. There's a jitter to both of you after, like both of you are pretending to not have heard that sentence. Like it didn't happen.

"So you like these ones?" he asks, voice cracking like a teenager. He clears his throat before flagging over one of the women who offered to help him before, "Can we uh, can we get these set up with her prescription?"

The woman's smile is dazzling, perfect for retail -- you'd buy anything she told you to buy. She takes the pair in your hand and goes to work, calling you both over to the iPads by the check out desk to get the order in. Your heart hammers while you make your way over.

"Ed, I don't even know how much those cost," you say under your breath.

"It doesn't matter," he mumbles back, "You're not paying for 'em."

"Ed," you protest, "No." You shake your head, the serious look on your face makes his chest hot with embarrassment.

But he's quick, he's a loverboy for a reason, "Just think of it as insurance for all the jokes I get to make at your expense. I'm earning my right to bully you by buying them."

"You're so dumb," you huff, taking his hand while he reaches out to you to place your order.

"You love it."

"Yeah, yeah, I love it."

I love it, you think, I think I love you.

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[natashaslesbian]

Far Apart, but Close In Heart |SJ|CJ

Summary: Your mom and dad have a new baby

Request: reader cosmo have a big age gap like 13/14 years and when scarlett found out she was pregnant she was nervous that the reader and cosmo wouldn’t get along

Word Count: 933

Warnings/Content: Discussion of pregnancy

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Scarlett’s leg bounced uncontrollably as she sat on the closed toilet lid “has it been 3 minutes yet?” Colin asked from his perch on the floor. “No only 2” Scarlett said. The couple weren’t expecting this, you were 8 when Scarlett had Rose and a few years later she met Colin, it was just the four of you. They’d never even thought about adding another kid to the equation.

An iPhone timer alerted the pair that 3 minuets had finally passed. “Ok, let’s look” Colin sighed, his nerves taking over. “Should we count down?” Scarlett asked “hell no I just waited 3 minutes on the bathroom floor” Colin said, reaching for the stick atop the counter. The couple held hands as they both took hold of one side of the test each. They turned it over slowly, despite their desperation to know.

“Oh my god!” Colin exclaimed. “I’m pregnant?” Scarlett said, not quite believing it. “Yeah, yeah you are! We’re having a baby!” Colin beamed. The couple couldn’t hold back their excitement as they lightly bounced up and down together. “Do you think the girls will be okay with it?” Scarlett asked, mentioning you and Rose. “Are you kidding! Rose has been dying for a little brother or sister” Colin smiled. “But what about y/n?”

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“Are you kidding me?” You exclaimed when your mom shared the news. Scarlett was immediately worried that you were disappointed “are- are you okay with this?” Colin asked you. “I’m gonna be a big sister again?” You said as you began to tear up. “Of course I’m okay with it!” You beamed as you carefully threw yourself into Scarlett’s arms. “You promise you’re alright with it? I know you’ll have a big age gap bu-“ your mom said, wiping away her own tears of joy. “I promise mom!” You said, cutting her off.

Colin joined the cuddle session as a confused Rose suddenly appeared. “What’s going on?” She politely asked “sorry sweetie did we wake you?” Colin said as he opened his arms for his daughter, the little blonde shook her head no. “Y/n are you sad?” Your sister asked when she saw your damp cheeks. “No Rosie I’m happy, they’re happy tears” you smiled as you look over to your mom, unsure if you were sharing the news with Rose just yet.

“Can you keep a secret?” Scarlett asked her youngest daughter upon seeing her confused glances. “Yes mommy I can!” Rose beamed, excited to finally found what was going on. “Well, you’re going to be a big sister!” Scarlett smiled “because mommy is having a baby” she said. Roses little eyes lit up at the news “you have a baby in your tummy!” The young girl asked. “I do! Does that make you happy?” Your mom asked your sister. “Yeah!” Rose yelled in joy “I’m gonna be a good big sister, just like y/n!” She smiled. “Oh I bet you will sweetheart” Colin said, pulling all three of his girls closer.

~

You carried Rose carefully through the hospital corridor, she was convinced she was old enough to walk by herself but you knew how clumsy she was. “Y/n put me down!” Your little sister whined. “Rosie the second your feet touch the ground you’ll start running and knowing you you’ll trip over someone’s life support” you grinned. “Hey!” Rose pouted. You followed the directions plastered on the hospital walls until you finally reached your desired destination. “Ok here we are” you said as you let Rose slide back down the floor and knocked on the door to alert your dad to your presence.

“Hey my girls” Colin smiled as he hugged you both “are you ready to meet your little brother?” He asked. “Me first!” Rose yelled, patting her excited feet on the floor. “Okay come on then” Colin said as he welcomed you both into the recovery room. “Hi mommy, where is my brother!” Rose said, making her priorities clear. “He’s right here, would you like to hold him?” Scarlett asked. “Yes please” rose said. Colin helped to carefully place baby Cosmo into his sisters arms while you came to see your mother.

“How are you feeling mama?” You asked as you cautiously gave her a hug, one she reciprocated with a tight squeeze. “I’m ok sweetie, just a little sore” Scarlett said. You looked over to see Rose gently rocking your new brother, you couldn’t help the tears that welled up in your eyes. “Oh hunny” Scarlett softly giggled when she noticed you were crying. “Sorry I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I wasn’t like this when Rose was born” you laughed as you wiped at your damp eyes. “Well you were younger then, I think you understand it all better now” Scarlett said. “Can I hold him?” You asked. “Go meet Cosmo baby” your mom said as she squeezed your hands softly in her own.

~

Scarlett knew immediately that you were going to be the best big sister, she’s seen it already when Rose was younger. But now you were older, your mom noticed the intense passion of protectiveness you had over Cosmo and it only grew as he got older. All the time she spent worried about your age gap was washed away when she would come home to find you reading a story to Cosmo or helping both of your siblings with their homework. Scarlett was already dreading the day you would move out for college, she knew how much her youngest kids would miss you, especially Cosmo. To him, you were the entire world and more.

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A/N: eeeeeee I want to be a big sister now

- Astara Bell

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[guerrillateezsworld]

Could I request the reader comforting Tom after a break up, but she finds out that they broke up because he has feelings for her. Childhood friends to lovers type of thing? :) thanks (2007/2008)

warnings: nothing just kissing and breakup, cheesiness, (name) instead of y/n, you snoop in on their conversation a little (don’t do this. this is just for the sake of the imagine), implied tom crying, the good ole ‘i wish he’s like me back’, friends to lovers

a/n: this is really cute and i’m sorry if this doesn’t turn out right lmfao. but enjoy 🫶🏻 it’s gonna be pretty short i’m sorry. btw i mention phones bcuz the first iphone was out around 2007-2008

comforting tom after a breakup. tom x reader

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i hated seeing tom like this. it hurt me so bad because i love him. not like a friend but as a crush. he means so much to me. i just wish he would like me back…

it was early in the morning when tom had stopped by to see me. he greets me while i go back to getting ready for the morning“tom! are you okay? you don’t look so good” i ask him worriedly. he just shrugs before going back to his phone. i shake it off and continue doing what i need to do. “tom, you know you can talk to me right? if somethings wrong im always here to help” i tell him. “it’s fine, just, um, thinking about stuff.” “about what?” “well… i kind of can’t tell you” “oh um okay” i say before going to the kitchen. after a few more minutes of silence, i hear tom talking to someone. i stop what i’m doing and go to see who he’s talking to. i start walking and then notice tom looking at me. my eyes widen and i hurriedly walk back to the kitchen. “i’m breaking up with you” is the one thing that catches my attention. i hear some more words being said before he hangs up and sighs. i walk back to the living room. “tom what is going on?” i ask, a little more stern. “i broke up with her” “why?” “i don’t even know anymore. there’s someone else i like who’s just a lot better than her. they understand me more” i feel my heart drop, know that it’s probably not me. “oh, um, im sorry. but it’s, um, nice you have your eyes for someone else.” i say with a half smile. i sit next to tom and let him lean on my shoulder. i put my arm around him and rub his back while he lets his feelings out. “you know, i’m so thankful to have you as a friend” he says. yea… friend right. “me too tom” i smile. “i’m sorry you had to see me like this” he apologizes. “don’t apologize. it’s okay” “(name) i guess now is the time to tell you” “what?” i ask confused. “(name i like you. and i have for a long time. and these past few weeks i’ve come to realize my feelings for you. you’re the reason i broke up with her. i love you (name), not her” i look at him with wide eyes and red cheeks. “oh tom you have no idea how long i’ve liked you.” “really? you’re being serious right?” “yes tom i promise.” he looks my face up and down before sitting up and taking my hands. “can i kiss you?” i don’t even give him an answer before i’m leaning in and kissing him. our lips touch in a calm and slow kiss. i wrap my arms around his neck while he puts his on my waist. we pull away out of breath. “that was amazing” he nods as a response. “be mine?” “of course tom”

and with that. we’re the best ever🫶🏻

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i’m so sorry abt the ending i didn’t know what to put rip💔

t-list: @memog1rl @burntb4bydoll

[puffyducks]

DCRC Week #31

Only 2 weeks into the semester and school is already beating my ass, but you know who always has my back? That's right baby. Paperinik. New. Adventures. Always there for me when nobody else is.

Anyways um today is PKNA #26: Time Flies which is a fun and normal adventure chapter with absolutely no existential commentary on the nature of art whatsoever.

GIANT ENEMY CRAB WHOOOO YEAH BABY THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKIN ABOUT

umm ACTUALLY mysterious disembodied voice, Donald is a little bitch so write that down

Shoutout to Malva I think her design is really cool and we love a bald woman they slays. Shoutout to bald women actually, just like in general.

DUDE LOOK they're flying through time... just like the cover art

Shoutout to Malva AGAIN for this outfit. Yas bitch slay!!!

their faces are killing me

Since Malva and Vlad are already traveling everywhere with such little regard for the timestream they should go show a Victorian child an iPhone and see if he dies from shock

YEAHHHH BIG FUCKING ROBOT DRAGON FIGHT YEAAHHHH 🔥🔥🔥

No Vlad is right here, PK and Lyla are doing time travel all wrong. You're supposed to dress up in silly little outfits :/

The 4 of them are so fucking goofy I'm kind of living for this set of characters tbh

AW HELL NAW WE IN THE LAND BEFORE TIME

Enjoying this pair of random Evronian workers who seem to be about as rundown as the rest of us

Goofy asf panel they're just like D:

heh... well then, LET'S. GET. DANGEROU- no wait that's the other guy

LYLA WITH MESSY HAIR RRRAAAHHHHH I love her

WoOAoaoOAoahhh PLOT TWIST!!! Is that DUCKLAS STYVESANT??? Remember? Remember him from Portrait of the Young Hero-

THAT'S RIGHT, WHAT YOU JUST READ FOR THE LAST 60 PAGES WAS ACTUALLY A SERIES OF AI GENERATED SLOP FROM THE YEAR 2255!!! FUCK YOU

Oh.

OKAY SO. Obviously the biggest hit of this chapter comes at the very end, when it's revealed that the entire story we've been following wasn't actually real, and this whole time we've just been reading an episode of a TV show that was entirely computer-generated. Of course, this comic was still made by real artists, because the technology to AI generate photos didn't exist all the way back in 1999 (thank god).

Had I read this comic maybe 4, 5 years ago, I would've probably just been like "oh huh. that's neat." and moved on. But reading this story now, in the year 2025??? Holy shit dude. The accuracy with which they approach the topic of AI art in this story is lowkey terrifying. You're telling me that Ducklas fucking Styvesant can grasp the concept of why AI art would be wrong in the year 1999, and we somehow have people in MODERN DAY that can't grasp why people are against it? 😭

This is another one of those scenarios where you read sci-fi media from the past that's exploring some kind of existential threat, in this case the existence of entirely machine-generated "art", and it's explored as some kind of scary far off "what if" scenario, but yet again we're brought face to face with the fact that this is actually happening NOW. Like NOW now. This comic predicted that computer generated shows would be a newly emerging technology in 2255, that makes us almost 230 years ahead of schedule in the real world. AND I THINK THAT'S FUCKIN CRAZY!!!!

If we're gonna go the route of making all the sci-fi horrors of PKNA into real world things can we at least get an Uno first? I would much prefer him existing over the AI slop that's all over google images now, thanks xoxo.

Anyways to briefly wind down it's time for Lyla comic!!

Shoutout to Lyla for being in what I can only assume is robot therapy

BTW if my coworkers decided to invite themselves over to my house and expected ME to prepare a meal for them?? I'd literally kill everyone in that office.

I can't cook for shit and I even I knew that... also if Lyla wasn't a robot she would have severe burns all over her body right now so. Here's a quick PSA: don't microwave eggs, don't microwave water either, both will explode. Above all else, stay safe in the kitchen.

Anyways here are some shots of Lyla being cute because I think she looks great in this artstyle.

See you next week fellow book clubbers 🫡

[f0rlorn]

flicker in the dark → coral

coral!tbosas x reader

notes → in which you meet the tribute you will be mentoring, and she turns out to be something you never would’ve expected. feminine intended reader though i do not know if pronouns are brought up.

warnings → y’all, she is so over the top ooc… (i molded her character after vi from arcane lol 🙈) not edited & uploaded via iphone!! i also haven’t written in months lol

    trailing behind your fellow mentor and dear friend, lysistrata vickers, you couldn’t help but grow anxious of the impending meeting with the tribute you had been assigned. nearing the zoo where the tributes were being kept in this year, your heart rate sped up. the practice of mentoring a tribute was something that had never been done before, so nerves were on edge. and on top of that, the thought of the twenty-four district children being kept on display in a monkey house was enough to make you shiver with disgust. though, it was not much better than the horse stables they had been kept in prior to this year. if you were lucky, your tribute would be willing to cooperate with you like coriolanus’ girl, lucy gray, had. thoughts swamped your brain as lyssie dragged you to the front of the cage, about to part ways with you to find her respective tribute, the hulking district twelve boy.

     “y/n, you have nothing to lose here. we’re simply here to help them get through this as easily and… painlessly as possible,” she said, muttering the last phrase with underlying bitterness. both lysistrata and yourself were not fans of the hunger games. the prospect of dehumanizing and stripping the rights, as well as dignity, away from children your own age was safe to say, unappealing. with the war long over, shouldn’t the killing have ended by now too?

     “i know, lyssie, i just…” you paused, averting your gaze, “don’t know if i’ll be able to face her knowing what she’s about to go through. to think she’s our age, too… it’s… i don’t know how i can even help her.” you couldn’t find the words to accurately form your thought, but lysistrata understood.

     “i get it, i do. just show her what you brought her.” lysistrata patted you on the back and wandered towards the side of the enclosure that her tribute resided in. it didn’t take long to spot your tribute, who’s name you learned to be coral. her fiery red hair could be pinpointed from a mile away.

     you sighed, slowly walking up to the metal bars of the enclosure. “coral?” you tried, catching the attention of some tributes sitting closer to the bars, but not coral. pausing, you pursed your lips and tried again, calling out for her louder. this got the attention of her district partner, mizzen, who nudged coral. she looked up at mizzen and he nodded towards you. unsure of what exactly to do as they both glared at you, you waved sheepishly. coral gave a look to mizzen, then stood, striding over to where you were standing.

     as she reached the bars, you had to shift your gaze upwards to look her in the eye. “and who might you be, doll face?” she asked, her tone condescending as she eyed you up and down.

  “hi, i’m y/n, i’ll be your mentor for the games.” you stuck your hand through the bars to her and attempted to introduce yourself, but realized that the hand you had offered was holding the bag of items that you had brought for her. you quickly placed it down for a second to properly shake her hand, only for her to ignore the gesture and continue to stare expectantly.

      “mendor, huh? so rainbow girl was right after all.” you nodded in agreement, assuming she was referring to lucy gray. “so what are you gonna do for me?” you paused, thinking of the best way to put it.

     “i’m going to try my best to help you win. and take care of you, of course.” the look she gave you made you think you had three heads, and you shrunk under her gaze.

     “i’m sorry, sweetheart, but how are you going to help me?” she almost laughed.

     “well, my job as a mentor is to introduce you to the public, to make you more appealing so that people will want to watch the games.” you explained.

     “appealing, huh. am i not already?” coral asked mockingly, criticizing your choice of words. she moved forward to grip to bars and stooped down boldly to be eye to eye with you. you stuttered, quickly looking away in embarrassment.

     “i mean- yes- but that wasn’t what i meant, really!” you quickly tried, but she simply laughed at you. regaining her posture, she glanced at the bag you had set on the floor.

     “and what’s this?” she queried, urging you to pick it up and show her.

     “i brought you some food!” you offered, “you should really eat if you want to make it into the arena with enough strength to fight.” you tried, which was a dumb, obvious statement, but it seemed like a safe bet.

     “i appreciate the sentiment, sweetheart. but you don’t know what i need and don’t need.” despite the nickname, her tone was brimmed with hostility. you didn’t blame her for refusing the food, your very essence reeked of privilege, and you could tell she wasn’t one to accept pity favors. the stark contrast of your ironed uniform and manicured nails next to her unwashed attire and nails covered in dirt was off putting. you could not imagine how she felt being here, being forced to play a losing game. and on top of that, the ones who had put her in this position claimed to want to help her. the war was hard for everybody, but your family had managed to pick itself back up off of it’s feet. on the other hand, families in the district had to pay the price for lives they did not take.

     “i’m just trying to help, coral, really. these games are- they’re horrible. if i had a choice i wouldn’t participate. but i don’t. so the least i could do is help you get through them.” you spilled your opinion to her in hopes that she would accept the sustenance. picking the bag up off of the ground, you unzipped it, allowing her to take a look at the food you had brought.

     stuffed full of homemade chicken and cheese sandwiches, as well as some other miscellaneous foods sitting closer to the bottom, it was evident you had spent time trying to organize food for her to have. she glanced at the bag, then whipped her head around towards mizzen, calling him towards her. he approached and she showed him the arrangement of foods. you saw his eyes light up and you couldn’t help but feel helpful, as small a gesture as it was.

     “i don’t know if they’ve fed you or not, but…” you trailed off, allowing them to take a few of the sandwiches and an abundance of fruit, as well as a hardboiled egg or two. peering around at the rest of the tributes, some of which had been staring at the bag of food, you realized that if you were to give them the whole contents of the bag now, others would try to steal some. and while that was not necessarily a bad thing, considering your guilt for them in this situation, you had made these strictly for coral, and mizzen was just a part of the package. “coral, maybe you should eat these now. i don’t think it’s the greatest idea to hand over all of the food right now.” you suggested. she quickly realized what you meant and plopped down to the floor, egg in mouth and mizzen close behind. as you looked down at her sitting criss-cross in shock, she gestured for you to take a seat as well. it was like a picnic of some sorts. the odd, repulsive sort of one, but a picnic nonetheless.

     the pair made no effort to make conversation as they chowed down their food, and you couldn’t blame them. you twiddled your thumbs in silence for a solid twelve minutes before anyone had spoken up. scoping out the rest of the tributes, you realized that coral was a very strong contender compared to some of the other girls. the thought that the odds may be in her favor brought a smile to your face. “thanks, cupcake.” coral was already on her feet before you could even process the statement. you stood, dusting the dirt off of your uniform before smiling at coral.

     “it’s what i’m here for. i’ll try to check in as much as i can. there’s some events that the gamemakers are planning, too. they want to hold one on one mentor-tribute interviews, a tour of the arena, as well as an additional interview that will be aired to panem.” you informed her and mizzen, who made sure to stand close by.

     “so this won’t be the last i see of you?” she asked.

     “most definitely not.” you confirmed, nodding.

     “good.” she winked, turning away with mizzen in tow. from the interaction, she proved to be quite the enigma. despite her circumstances, she still had a confident, collected, and enticing aura about her, leaving you in awe, if not more.

[skymoral]

Liu Kang x B!F Reader

FIRST DATE (Pt. 2)

Link: Pt 1 | Pt 2

Summary: Y/N with was able to snag an opportunity of dating Liu Kang, thanks to your friend Johnny bringing him around. You just hope that you aren’t to rusty

Tags: fluff/romance, friendship, happy/sad, first time, fun, black air-force energy, black girl magic, and comedy(supposedly)

A/N: This is going to be a sweet little first date with ya’ll boy Liu Kang

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Today was the date, you were going on your date with the god of fire. You’re not gonna lie, you were very nervous.

You jumped out of the shower, you made sure the shower cap was still on your head. You didn’t want the locs to get wet, you were thankful for Jamika.

Your phone buzzed on the dresser, you quickly grabbed it. Open your messages on your iPhone

“Speak of the devil.” You said out loud to yourself.

You put the phone back down and started looking for something cute to wear.

You asked Johnny to get information on what his favorite color is. Johnny came back unhelpful for once, because of course Liu Kang didn’t really have a favorite color.

You and Johnny believed it was probably red, possibly. You believe he was a spiritual kind of man, which wasn’t far from you.

Y/N was a women that liked beads, crystals, and more things to help her Zen.

After what felt like eons you finally found an outfit, you oiled your body. Did your makeup, keeping it simple and natural.

You were proud with how you looked, and was ready to give this man everything. For some reason you felt as though he was different, you usually like to take it slow. But something about Liu Kang made you feel like, even if you jumped into a relationship with him. It’ll be fine, hopefully…

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You were headed to the Chinese restaurant in San Diego. You hoped Johnny had helped him with knowing where to go, because he’s clearly not from around here.

You pulled up into the parking lot, as you got out you fixed up your outfit up. You made your way into the restaurant and was looking around, to see if you saw Liu Kang.

“Hi, how many today?” A young Chinese waitress approached you.

“Ooh! I had a reservation for two under Y/N and Liu Kang.”

“Of Course! He’s actually straight back there in the both.”

“Thank you!” You smiled walking to where she directed you. Y/N didn’t expect him to already be here, she hope he wasn’t waiting here long.

“Sorry If I made y-“ You froze as he turned to you, standing up. Pulling you into a hug, you could have passed out right then and there.

You would’ve been on the news, and your girls would have clowned your ass for something so stupid, but damn did he feel nice and he LOOKED amazing!

He wasn’t in his usual attire like at the shop, he broke the hug, noticed you staring at his appearance.

“I apologize if I look strange, Johnny suggested I dress properly for the occasion… To fit in better.”

“Oooh! Nooo no no no! It’s totally fine like… Fuck you clean up nicely, I’m sorry… I promise I’m not always this ugh…”

Liu Kang chuckled and blushed slightly at the compliment. “It’s alright, thank you. You look exceptionally well tonight, even more so.”

Liu Kang brought your palm up to his hand kissing it. You blushed and giggle at the compliment and gesture, “T-Thank you.”

Both of you eventually sitting down, “I didn’t know what your favorite color was… I did see you as someone who is like spiritual and nature like… So that was look I was going for… Sense I’m like that to ya know.”

You hated how shaky your voice sounded, it was pretty obvious you were nervous.

“So you meditate and focus on your chakra?” Liu Kang asked intrigued.

“Yes! Exactly like that. I actually have like some herbal earthly stuff at my place. You know my girlfriends from the shop, they do NOT LIKE THAT SHIT! Whatsoever. But meh, to each its own. It’s nothing wrong with having people around you that likes different things… As long as they just respect what you do.”

“I couldn’t agree more, you are very wise woman and I feel as though that’s why your friends care so much about you and stay with you.”

This man just could not stop making you blush, you dipped your head pulling a loc behind your ear.

Y/N started talking his ear off again, until a waitress approached them. “Hello my name is Mei Sung, and I will be your waitress today. Would you like me to start you off with some drinks?”

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One thing Y/N did not know was her three friends were outside of the restaurant. Watching them from afar in Johnny’s car.

“Man once Y/N start talking. It’ll take a miracle to get her to shut up, don’t get me wrong I love my girl but damn.” Tonya said looking through the binoculars.

Jamika snatched it out of her hand from the passenger seat. Looking through it, “Leave Stanka butt alone. It doesn’t seem to be bothering Mr. Kang over there.”

Johnny pushed on behind Jamika from the driver seat, snatching them this time looking out while leaning over her.

“Hmph! That’s just how that powerful son of a bitch is. Or maybe he just don’t feel like talking.”

“Johnny if you don’t get yo BIG ASS OFF ME!” Jamika shoved him back, the binoculars falling back into Tonya’s lap.

She quickly pulled down the windows, to watch. As soon as she did Liu Kang looked directly at her. Making her quickly hide back in her seat.

“Shit that scared me!”

“What happened Jamika and Johnny said.”

“The nigga stared right at me!”

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Liu Kang was looking out the window, but then back at you. When you called his name, “Is something the matter?”

“Hmm, oh nothing is wrong. I just thought I saw someone.”

“I’m sorry I’m probably talking to much for you.” You told him sinking slightly in your seat.

He grabbed your hand and gripped it tightly, “I could never get tired of hearing you talk. It is like music to my ears, I enjoy listening to you talk and hearing more about you.”

You smiled and then something came to your mind, “You know, I already know like what you are… and what you do, because of Johnny… Like could you tell me something that maybe… all realms don’t know about you, like on a personal level… It’s alright if it’s to personal.”

“No, I don’t mind telling and I kind of figure Johnny told you or more so knew he was going to tell you.”

“Yeah! Johnny told me you can see the future or something like that… WAIT! Did you already know who I am and that we were going to have this date!?”

“Know you yes, but knew the outcome of todays events no. I do not have that kind of power, I let everyone chose there own fate and lead there own path. I only knew Cage told you, because of how Kenshin calls it. He is a chatterbox and has a loose tongue.”

You chuckled at that, Liu Kang smiled at you. “So because of what you are and this god of fire duty shit… You don’t have time for things like these… The little things in the world you created.”

“No, as I must stay alert and make sure earthrealm is safe and protected. In case of another threat arises.” Liu Kang explained.

You nodded understanding, doesn’t that mean having a relationship with you is pointless. “So why even go on this date with me… You already know I like you and… Maybe have a relationship with you… Why the effort, when you have your duties.” You looked at him with sad eyes.

He still kept that same smile on his face, “I felt like this time is different from before… So I want to take the chance given to me, besides… Who could resist someone as charming as you Y/N.”

Y/N began snorkeling a bit, covering her face“Nice one Kang!” Johnny shouted on instinct, the girls pulling him back down. Liu and Y/N looked towards the window where the sound came from.

“I could’ve sworn I heard Johnny.” You looked around curious. Ms. Sung came back with you and Liu Kang’a order.

As you both were enjoying your meal, two men who clearly look like they had an attitude problem came in demanding a seat.

“Hey lady, hurry up and seat us.” One of the men said.

“You will have to give me a few moments sir.” she was coming to you and Liu Kang on your refills.

The man smacked the glass out of her hands, knocking her down. Making her fall. You noticed this and approached the scene.

“You fucking serve us first when we tell you to Bitch!”

“Hey!” You shouted to the two men.

“Go mind your business little girl!” The man said not paying you no attention.

“I don’t know who the hell you talking to but I ain’t no damn little girl. And she is my business, because those were me and my dates drink you knocked down.”

One of the men approached you, you didn’t flinch one bit and stood your ground.

“What you gonna do? You gonna fucking cry about it darky?”

He ain’t never just called you ‘Darky’. Without thinking, you gave him a strong ass right hook. Knocking him down on his but, nose and mouth bleeding.

Everyone looked at you in shock, your friends and Liu Kang watched impressed.

“I got a name Motherfucker! And it is Y/N L/N you better remember Bitch I’m from the side. Where Niggas like you better watch who you talking to! Now apologize to this young waitress!”

“THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND!” Jamika and Tonya shouted from the window.

You turned around noticing your friends, the other man standing saw your guard down. He quickly grabbed a dagger from his pocket, and charged at you.

“MISS LOOK OUT!” Ms. Sung warned you.

You turned to late, but before he could hurt you. Liu Kang stopped him in his tracks. You opened your eyes slightly.

Liu Kang had a tight grip on the man’s hand. The knife scrapping the inside of his hand causing it to bleed.

Liu Kang then bent his arm slowly causing him to scream and kneel. “I believe it to be unwise if you continue this dishonorable behavior. You owe this Miss and my date an apology.”

He let go of them man, looking down at them, Liu Kangs arms glowed orange and blue. Forming fires, “If not then there will be dire consequences, that I wish to not have it lead.”

The men looked in fear, before apologizing to you and the waitress. Before running off, Liu Kang doing a hand gesture relaxing himself.

“Thank you.” You and the Waitress both said blushing. Both of you knew that was pretty hot.

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“I had a wonderful evening today with you Y/N. The food here was exquisite, much to my liking.” Liu Kang told you as you both were standing outside.

Johnny took the girls home, after you and Liu Kang gave all of them a lecture the trip didn’t want to hear.

“I knew it’ll be to your taste… So does this mean you would like to continue… Seeing each other?” You were playing with your fingers.

“I would love that Y/N” Liu Kang smiled, giving you a kiss on the cheek. You blushed, but you thought you should shot your shot.

You pulled him into a gentle kiss, pulling on his collar slightly down to you. It felt like heaven, and he even reciprocated the kiss with such passion.

He broke the kiss, you had a goofy face walking to your car. You saw him create a portal, before giving you one last glance and disappearing through it.

You got in your car, you sat there. Before you ended up screaming from happiness.

“BEST FUCKING FIRST DATE EVER!”

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This is what You and Liu Kang was wearing

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed these two parts! 😊 it was gonna be a lot longer, mainly because of the things you and Liu Kang was discussing.

More so his personal character no one else know and his likes and dislikes. When I do other Liu Kang stories you’ll be able to see what my Headcannon are for him.

Now I did say if you like these story with its characters and what not. Then it can be a series, if someone ask or it’s popular lol 🤷🏽‍♀️ anything is possible for the future.

[redlikerozez]

Big Feelings

QuanYin Week DAY 7: FREE DAY

Summary: Life doesn't always go as you plan. Sometimes your partner comes home early from the gym and gets you all sweaty. Sometimes you go to the gym expecting one thing and then you have an autistic breakdown. Life happens, but at least it happens together.

QuanYin modern hurt/comfort.

Content warnings/tags: modern AU, established relationship, autistic Quan Yizhen, hurt/comfort, non-sexual intimacy, non-sexual nudity, showering/bathing together

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Author’s Note:

Happy QuanYin Week! This is for Day 7: Free Day, so have some autistic meltdown/shutdown, hurt/comfort, modern QuanYin. This is incredibly self indulgent as an autistic person myself.

Full disclosure, half of this fic was written before I was in a bicycle accident and broke my arm, so the other half is dictated to my iPhone. (More details of my accident if you’re interested in the end note.)

I am so bad at typing with one hand (my left hand) on a tiny iPhone keyboard and I can’t type on a normal keyboard with just the one hand so the best thing I could come up with was dictation.

There was gonna be an accompanying piece of art, but the arm I broke was my right one and of course I just so happen to be right hand dominant so that’s super fun. I will post the art at a later time, so please enjoy this strangely dictated fic!

Also fun fact, because my phone can’t understand their real names when dictating, I had to give them code names: retail eyes and puppy dog. I couldn’t take myself seriously alone in my apartment just reading this out to my iPhone.

Thank you a million times over to my betas @parameciam and @ashenvioletss for helping edit this and change the names back. You guys really you really gave me a hand with this one hahaha

Yin Yu was in the kitchen chopping up some vegetables for tonight’s dinner when he heard the apartment door open and slam shut.

“Yizhen? Tha Yin Yu was in the kitchen chopping up some vegetables for tonight’s dinner when he heard the apartment door open and slam shut.

There was no response other than the heavy, clumsy, socked footfalls of someone bee-lining straight for him on the hardwood. Luckily Yin Yu was able to set the sharp knife down before he got tackled from behind in a ridiculously strong, all encompassing bear hug.

“Yizhen! Give a little warning! Jeez,” he chided softly, awkwardly placing a hand over the arms around his torso to hug back. “You’re home early. How was the gym?”

He felt Quan Yizhen start to nuzzle into the back of his neck and shoulder playfully, but what was even more prominent was the disgusting feeling of sweaty-faced Yizhen touching his neck and the thick odor of rubber gym mats and dumbbells reeking from every pore of the man currently hugging him.

“Eugh, did you even shower, Yizhen? You smell terrible! Gross! Let go of me before I have to shower too.”

“No.”

Yin Yu just sighed and rolled his eyes, picking up the knife to continue chopping up. Quan Yizhen made no indication of leaving as he resumed the dinner preparations, even going so far as to move along with Yin Yu when he said he needed to get something from the refrigerator.

Quan Yizhen was essentially stuck like glue to Yin Yu's back, or maybe like a sweaty but cute, fluffy koala—minus all the syphilis.

“Seriously, Yizhen,” Yin Yu said, huffing in frustration. The smell of the useless antiperspirant reeking from Quan Yizhen’s pits was going to give him a headache, not to mention it wasn’t sanitary at all to be cooking with such a filthy human attached to him like a parasite. “You should shower while I finish up here.”

“Don’t wanna. I only wanna hug Shixiong.”

“Well, Shixiong needs to keep cooking so we can eat dinner. Surely you’re hungry after the gym, right?”

Quan Yizhen made a childish grunt, marking his defiance.

Yin Yu resigned in defeat and just continued his work in the kitchen.

“You know, Yizhen…” he started, pausing only to wait for the click click click of the burner turning on. “When I went to the store today for the groceries, I noticed something strange in my wallet.”

Quan Yizhen made a strange vocalization, in between a tiger’s growl and a monkey’s howl, and nuzzled deeper into the back of his shixiong’s neck, trying unsuccessfully to hide between the strands of Yin Yu’s long braid.

“What did I tell you about leaving money in my wallet? You don’t have to do that. I can afford to buy us food with my own money; I don’t need you sneaking extra-”

“I… I just wanted Shixiong to buy anything he wants…” Quan Yizhen sputtered out in a small voice. Slight sniffling sounds eked out in between his words.

“Yizhen? I’m not mad at you,” Yin Yu admitted, trying to turn around, but Quan Yizhen kept clinging on behind him, hiding away his face in Yin Yu’s hair. “What’s wrong?”

He felt Quan Yizhen shake his head and heard a muffled groan vibrate through the strands along his braid straight into his skull. After a little bit of back and forth twisting and turning, Yin Yu was able to shake himself free and grab hold of his shoulders. But before he could take a look at Quan Yizhen’s face, strong yet trembling arms wrapped him into a proper hug. He patted his partner’s back soothingly as he felt the bigger man shudder in between thick, long sniffs.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

Quan Yizhen shook his head.

“Ok, that’s fine. Can I ask some questions?”

He nodded his head.

“Was it something I said? I promise I’m not mad.”

He shook his head.

“Did something happen at the gym, or…?”

He nodded his head.

“So you left early?”

He nodded his head.

“Was it a sensory thing? Or was it something else?”

“Both,” he croaked out. Thick globs of tears fell on Yin Yu’s shoulder.

Yin Yu took a moment to process all this and tried to think of the best way to fix the situation. It had been a while since his last shutdown, but thankfully, it wasn’t a meltdown just yet.

Quan Yizhen’s meltdowns usually could only be solved with him using his fists. Never on Yin Yu, of course, but he couldn’t say the same for the walls, or their furniture, or the many stuffed animals and pillows that swallowed their shared bed. Yin Yu had purchased a small tub of plaster and had had to hang some strangely placed artwork to cover up a few of the unfortunate casualties around their now shared apartment.

There was no way Yin Yu was ever getting his deposit back.

“Let’s focus on getting you comfortable, OK? I’ll run you a bath. Get you all clean and fresh smelling, is that alright? Afterwards, we’ll get you fed, maybe cuddle on the couch, watch a movie?”

Quan Yizhen tugged pathetically on the back of Yin Yu’s oversized purple Black Sabbath sweatshirt.

“Only if Shixiong comes shower with me.”

“Of course.”

He managed to turn off the stove just in time. Before Yin Yu could even turn in the direction of the hallway, Quan Yizhen had scooped him up in a fireman's carry over his shoulder and trudged over to the bathroom.

Yin Yu thought about struggling for a moment before realizing it was futile to resist the much stronger man and would only result in wasted energy. Quan Yizhen sat him down on the closed seat of the toilet and started warming up the shower.

“I thought I was supposed to be the one taking care of you?” Yin Yu asked, laughing a bit.

Quan Yizhen’s clothes hadn’t even hit the cold, tiled floor yet before he was stepping into the shower. He looked over at Yin Yu, who hadn’t yet made a move to get undressed, and grabbed hold of his arm, yanking him into the shower, still fully clothed.

Yin Yu's first instinct was to yell at his lover for dragging him in and getting his favorite sweatshirt wet, but he held himself back for Quan Yizhen’s sake. He let out a deep sigh as he felt the water pelt the side of his face and trickle down his still clothed form. Heavy wet fabric clung to the right side of his body. Quan Yizhen started yanking at the frayed hems of Yin Yu’s Black Sabbath sweatshirt, removing it in one swift motion, and threw it out the shower curtain with a gross thwop.

At this point Yin Yu just indulged Quan Yizhen and shimmied out of his sweatpants to throw them into a heap to join his sweatshirt. His clothes needed to be washed anyway, especially after how sweaty Quan Yizhen had been when clinging to him earlier.

What did it matter if they got wet before or after being put in the washing machine?

Quan Yizhen was currently trying to break the world record for the quickest shower possible, but Yin Yu had to calmly remind him to take care of his hair and wash it properly, especially after a gym session. Quan Yizhen tried to refuse with groaning and whining noises, but Yin Yu was insistent.

“I can help you clean it, if you want,” he offered.

Quan Yizhen scowled deeply and crossed his arms, but nodded begrudgingly.

Yin Yu squirted out way more than a dime sized amount of the specialty keratin-infused shampoo into his hands hoping it was enough to tame his partner’s lion’s mane. He took a moment to breathe in the lovely tea tree oil aroma wafting from the goopy mixture.

Quan Yizhen turned around and bent his knees a little so that Yin Yu could reach to massage it properly into his scalp. He washed it out as quickly as he could, but before he could escape the shower, Yin Yu had already started lathering up the ends of his hair with the matching keratin conditioning treatment.

Yin Yu told Quan Yizhen to wait a couple of minutes while the treatment settled in his hair before washing it out. Now with time to take care of himself, Yin Yu lathered up his body with some vanilla-scented body soap and cleaned himself as well. He didn’t need to wash his hair so he left it in the long braid and tried to keep it out of the water as much as possible.

He handed the shower head over to Quan Yizhen after he was finished washing himself, and Quan Yizhen rinsed all the conditioner out of his hair as quickly as possible.

Now that they were finally clean, Quan Yizhen switched over the water nozzle currently set to run the shower in the other direction to begin filling up the bathtub with scalding hot water. He then proceeded to shake violently, like a wet dog at the grooming salon.

He was about to call for him to stop, but it was too late. He’d just wipe the mirror down later. And probably the whole bathroom why he was at it. It was no use dealing with it now.

While he was throwing the wet clothes into a laundry hamper after exiting the shower behind his lover, a strange splotch of angry scarlet and violet bruises dotted over Quan Yizhen’s knuckles caught Yin Yu’s eye as he fiddled with the temperature controls for the bath.

Concern and rage washed over Yin Yu when he realized what he was looking at. He had half a mind to demand what exactly had happened, but he didn’t want to spook the man, especially not during a shutdown. He wasn’t angry at Quan Yizhen, he just wanted to know what exactly had transpired at the gym to cause such a reaction from his lover.

Yin Yu tilted a couple drops of lavender essential oils into the bath before he climbed into the bathtub and beckoned his love to come cuddle.

Quan Yizhen crawled in immediately after, still not having spoken a word in a while. He settled in between Yin Yu’s thighs and felt his shixiong’s tender and soft arms entomb him close to his heart. The steamy, comforting water lapped and rippled between them before stilling into a relaxing silence.

Yin Yu’s fingers wandered up to gently pet and twirl the ends of Quan Yizhen’s hair. He could’ve sworn Quan Yizhen started purring underneath him like a house cat.

“Shixiong’s hugs are the best. Could stay here forever.”

Yin Yu chuckled a little at his lover's admission. It made Quan Yizhen’s ears buzz in a strange, but surprisingly not unpleasant way. They stayed connected in the bathtub until Yin Yu started to feel a little lightheaded from the heat of the water. He tried to shift over to adjust the temperature, but Quan Yizhen refused to let him move, ear stuck to his partner's heart, trying to focus on the rhythmic beats.

“Yizhen, I’ll pass out. Just let me just fix the-”

“The world is really mean,” he suddenly muttered directly into Yin Yu’s pale chest.

“What?”

“The hot water is gonna make Shixiong faint. I can hear it.”

“Well, not if you let me-”

“The world is mean and loud. Like really loud. Why is the world so loud and mean?”

And that's when it hit him. He could’ve sworn he’d seen Quan Yizhen’s headphones on the coffee table after he’d left for the gym.

“Yizhen, if you left your headphones, I could’ve brought them to you?”

“You said you were gonna be busy at the grocery store,” he stated bluntly.

“It wouldn’t have taken very long to come back, grab them for you, and drop them off at the gym.”

“Well, I thought I would be OK, but everything seemed to go wrong. Nothing went like it normally goes.”

“What happened?”

“Feng Xin was gone today, so Pei Ming filled in as my trainer. I tried to say no, but he wouldn’t let me. I said I didn’t care if I lost money. I told him that I wanted Feng Xin or no one else, but he wouldn’t listen. I figured I’d just drown him out with some music and then I realized I left my headphones here. And I didn’t wanna bother you ‘cuz you said you were going to the store today. And his voice was really loud and annoying and the gym was really hot and he kept correcting me with his sweaty hands. I told him to fuck off. Feng Xin knows I don’t like it when people touch me. And then this girl tried to talk to me and it was just all too much... So I just left and came back here as quick as I could to hug you. Everything feels better when I hug you.”

Yin Yu squeezed him a little tighter.

“How did you hurt your hand?”

Like he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Quan Yizhen immediately slipped his hand underneath the bath water, a guilty red adorning his cheeks.

“I… I punched a wall.”

“You… punched a wall?”

“A brick wall.”

“You punched a brick wall.”

“…I’m sorry.”

He felt Quan Yizhen’s body shudder in shame beneath him.

“No, no, Yizhen. I’m not mad at you,” Yin Yu assured him, petting him gently.

“You’re not?” he asked in a quiet voice, big, teary eyes peering at him.

“No, of course I’m not mad. You had really big feelings. You didn’t know what else to do. You needed an outlet. I’m just glad it at least wasn’t a person,” he said, softly caressing Quan Yizhen's hair.

“I almost did punch him…” Quan Yizhen admitted under his breath.

Yin Yu sighed. “Well, even if he deserved it, I’m glad you didn’t.”

He fished in the water for Quan Yizhen’s injured hand. Bringing it to his lips, he gave a whisper of a kiss to each bruised knuckle.

“Yizhen, I’m never so busy that I can’t make time to help you. Even if I have plans at the grocery store or I’m at work, I would gladly drop everything if it means I can help you. No matter what. Work can wait, and especially groceries. You’re more important to me than anything.”

“But Hua Cheng-”

“Overworks me as it is. He can handle it if I need to take a small break during the day. And besides, Xie Lian said he was trying to convince Chengzhu to give me more time off even before I put in the request.”

“You asked for more time off?” Quan Yizhen’s eyes perked up at this admission, searing into his like two burning sun rays.

“I want to actually spend time with you now that we live together. It feels like we’re just two ships passing in the night. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

After much jostling and sloshing of water and nearly slipping in the process, Quan Yizhen whirled in the bathtub and wrapped his arms around Yin Yu, squeezing so tight Yin Yu started seeing black dots in the corners of his vision.

“Yizhen…! Dying…!”

Quan Yizhen reluctantly let go when he realized he was actually going to make his partner pass out. He helped escort Yin Yu out of the bathtub and into a fluffy towel before setting him down on the bed to catch his breath and adjust to the room temperature.

When Yin Yu was finally in a stable condition, he reminded Quan Yizhen to scrunch up the ends of his hair with a clean T-Shirt to help maintain his bouncy curls. He even put some product in on his own volition. Yin Yu was impressed.

He invited Quan Yizhen to help him finish cooking dinner for the two of them. Rather than helping, Quan Yizhen just attached himself to Yin Yu's back like before as he started up the stove again.

After pouring two bowls of soup, a thought occurred to Yin Yu. Quan Yizhen looked up from the table, very confused, as he saw Yin Yu rush off in the direction of the bathroom.

“Shixiong?”

He came back later with the first aid kit from under the sink and started pulling out several items.

“Give me your hand.”

Quan Yizhen smiled and placed his bruised knuckles gently on Yin Yu's open palm.

“It's like old times. When Shixiong wrapped my hands for boxing practice.”

“Now that was a long time ago, haha… Well, I don’t think it’s broken, but you should probably be careful for the next couple days…” Yin Yu said after examining the extent of the damage. “And can you promise me something?”

“Anything for Shixiong.”

“Will you call me if you ever start feeling like you need to punch a brick wall again?”

He nodded eagerly. “I will.”

Yin Yu clipped off the end of the gauze wrapping and tucked it in on itself.

“Good. There, all better.”

Quan Yizhen nodded again and held up his newly wrapped hand with a big smile on his face.

“Thank you, Shixiong.”

Yin Yu smiled back, cheeks flushing slightly, and waved a hand dismissively like it was no big deal.

“Your soup’s getting cold.”

But Quan Yizhen stood up in his chair and leaned over to place a chaste kiss on his lips.

“I mean it. Thank you. For everything.”

End Notes:

I was riding my bike back home from a café, where I had hunkered down for about two hours to write this and start on the drawing. I was almost home, but fell down two sets of concrete stairs on my bicycle (don’t ask, I thought I could do something and it turns out that I could not in fact do that.) Luckily, some nice lady on her evening walk stopped to help me and I managed to call my friend who helped me call an ambulance.

Oh, did I mention that I live in the deep countryside of Japan where not many people speak English and I speak only conversational Japanese? A.k.a. not enough to convey detailed medical symptoms other than what hurts.

The poor EMTs and the hospital staff and I had to communicate via Google Translate.

My bicycle is totally fine, but I was not as lucky. I have a radial head fracture in my right elbow and four stitches in my forehead as well as a hella sprained wrist, two black eyes, and a wicked headache— all of which are healing beautifully.

My students keep calling me Harry Potter because of the gigantic scar on my forehead. But hey, all in all, it could’ve been way worse so I am glad I’m still here and able to dictate my way through this fic in time.

And that’s how writing this fic nearly killed me skskkssksksksksk. I jest. I jest.

But for reals, wear a helmet yall.

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[fanficfish]

explaining Hetalia character badly: highschool edition

Honestly this is prob just gonna be "if Hetlaia was MHA" but bigger and mixed with some American archtypes lol....just imagine they're in some weird highschool anime!

this is the same format as my Family Reunion explaining post. i'm just make this a tag.

again- ALL HEADCANON CRACK! FOR FUN! :D

also not affiliated with W Academy!

Germany: Class Prez. Who you watched struggle with the milk carton from the cafeteria. And the vending machine dispenser.

N. Italy: The class idiot. Every good class has one, you don't know how they're here but OH GOSH WHEN DID HE LEARN TO USE A SCYTHE LIKE THAT-

S. Italy: The one in the back of the class that gets surprisingly decent grades but also has a potty mouth. You know who I'm talking about.

America: Thinks he's the main character.

Canada: Knows he's not the main character.

Estonia: Is the main character and doesn't realize it until he realizes he's in a love triangle, keeps adopting random animals off the street, has an archnemesis that actively tries to murder him, and somehow survives things he definitely shouldn't have survived.

Lithuania: The one with the highest GPA but everyone thought he was a delinquent.

Latvia: The one with the second-highest GPA that everyone knows is a delinquent. Mostly because he was selling test answers out of the janitor's closet.

Russia: The school bully every good school has.

Belarus: The popular girl every school has that can't decide if she likes the "main character" or not.

China: The guy that acts like he's actually 70 and not 17.

Japan: The quiet kid that knows everyone's dark secrets.

France: Of course he's the obligatory French dude in the Japanese anime. Actually what's up with that? Seriously, all the big amines have either a French guy or a super short person (the best ones have both)....

Lichenstein: She's the short one.

Switzerland: Aaaaaand there's the one in the corrner of the cafeteria scheming how to make the most out of the Job Fair.

Austria: That one weird kid that's got a full ride to Juliard and is the reason why your underfunded school has a MUSIC ROOM, HUH-

England: The guy that somehow got himself class monitor, and does a mostly decent job. Unless you ask him about That Clique.

The Clique: aka, the jocks who miiiight also bully the class monitor by flaunting popularity points a little. Just a little. -Denmark: Clique ringleader, acts friendly with everyone so he's popular but you KNOW you're not getting in on the real action unless he invites you to one of his legendary house parties.

-Norway: Clique leader's second in command who's some introvert the clique leader got attached to. Y'know, as extroverts are required to do. Usually has his face in his phone.

-Finland: Popular on his own, the one person in the clique who doesn't understand that in a clique you generally don't socialize outside the clique. Is the reason the main character gets character development through a house party halfway through the series.

-Sweden: That one jock in the group who looks like a jock, talks like a jock, sometimes acts like a jock, but has the highest GPA out of all of the jocks. He's the one that knows Genovia's official fruit but not the name of the fictional kingdom, if you've seen the meme.

-Iceland: Someone's brother who got absorbed into the clique.

Hungary: The girl campaigning that everyone should do the same kind of pushups, that girls can compete with guys and making presentations on the gender gaps in atheltics. Ofc she's the jock that falls in love with the nerd (Austria).

Ukraine: Bakes everyone treats

Netherlands: Bakes everyone treats but makes everyone pay for them

Luxenberg: Your obligatory rich kid., riding to school in Gucci glasses, a Mercedez-Benz, and a jacket with a high-end brand splashed across the pocket. Also has the latest iPhone.

Belgium: Student council rep, joined fifty clubs.

Greece: He shows up, but usually late, with Starbucks, and sleeps through class.

Romania: He shows up every other day, and bribes the class monitor to mark him present. Does show up for Halloween though.

Bulgaria: You show up?

Spain: Complains about the cafeteria food to anyone who will listen.

Australia: Resident jock #1

Cameron: Resident jock #2

Cuba: Resident jock #3

Portugal: Don't mind him he's in a goth phase. The skulls lining his locker will pass. Probably.

Seychelles: The one that secretly brought all the girls flowers from the fundraiser during Valentine's Week despite not knowing what the fundraiser was for.

Poland: The one on the student council who is the reason everyone is wearing couple outfits for School Spirit Week and the theatre club is doing Legally Blonde.

India: The guy who everyone asks to copy his homework because he sure isn't the most popular but damn does he actually know what's going on.

Turkey: The guy that tried to punch a guy, got punched, then turned around and punched the other guy's bullies. Basically he's That Kid That Got Detention For Trying To Be Helpful, though he did start the fight sooooooo

Egypt: Recorded the fight. For historic purposes of course.

idk i ran out of ideas i'm gonna sleep and fix this if i remember who i was gonna put where lol

[kin-nato]

First ever fic cause i’m so bored and i don’t wanna do HW, It’s 4 AM, I’m tired, and gay so this is what you’re getting. Don’t interact if you’re homophobic or other stuff i don’t care what you think on this ship. Won’t update again probably, fic was ended early on cause i’m TIREDDD, also was not proof read so sorry if the grammar isn’t 100%. 1k words.

The rumbling of thunderous strikes plague Los Angeles, it streaks across the ever darkening night sky, painting the sky a violently beautiful blue. It highlights a certain mansion, home to an actor, but if you ask him he’s not ‘just an actor’. He’s an award winning director and actor, hot people can be talented too. The smell of rain is running through the house, the hearing of the puttering-pitting rain drops on the window, begging to be inside. A young man stirs awake from the light of his phone on the bedside table buzzing, a light flashes from the notification displaying the actor’s wall paper. It displays a blurry photo of a portal, the camera was shaken when it was taken as if it was hit.. perchance by an ex yakuza member?

The man tries to ignore it, but as one says ‘curiosity killed the cat’ and if one receives a notification in the middle of the night what’s the harm in waking up a little the actor believes as he stretches up, his hair falls on his face covering his eyes. He runs his hands through his soft brunette hair pushing it back as he stretches his back hearing cracks, the soreness of such leading into a slouch, but he puts his back up straight as he licks the dryness of the night off of his lips and grabs his phone. A few unsuccessful annoyed attempts at Face ID due to it being so dark, his phone unlocks and he sees the notification. The actor listens to it it.

“Johnny, my apologies for texting you so late into the night, may I stay for a while until my flight goes? Signed, Kenshi Takahashi.”

There’s a verdant green around the text message, Kenshi is adamant about not buying an IPhone due to the obscene cost. Johnny chuckles quietly to himself, of course Kenshi would use a voice message like he would a letter, that stubborn man would rather get blinded again then give up his manners. Johnny sends an audio message back, he clears the night time gunk out of it with a few ‘m-mms.’ and drinks water to lubricate his larynx. After all of this he still sends a voice message that sounds like Johnny just stirred away, in which he did.

“Kendoll you already know you are welcome at any time baby. Love Johnny.”

He shorthand mocks Kenshi’s manners, ignoring the fact he causes a blush like a anthill reacting when boots step on it. As if clockwork, the sound of a doorbell echos throughout the house, hitting its way to Johnny’s ears. Johnny stands up quickly and rushes not even taking in the darkness of the house, ignoring the need to turn on lights due to the harshness, he wraps a soft velvet robe with the initials ‘JC’ on the back. It was soft and smelt like lavender, the texture of the velvet like an enrapturing warmth in the coldness of the home, well… it’s gonna be home once Kenshi steps inside.

The unprotected feet feel the bitter cold of the floor as Johnny practically limps tiredly to the door. He’s “busted as hell”. He has dried drool on his chin horrifyingly matching his unshaven stubble and eye bags from tirelessly working on his ‘Mortal Kombat’ script.

His hand opens the door and he meets Kenshi. Kenshi is wearing a button up shirt, and pants. He’s drenched in rain water, his blindfold still on tight as ever.

“Thank you, Johnny.” Kenshi says as he walks inside and closes the door. The lighting still streaks every once in a while. Johnny chuckles handsomely at this man is in disarray. “Rough night with the ladies?”. Johnny jokes as he takes Kenshi’s hand. He leads the blind man throughout the house to a bathroom to dry off.

“No, just my flight to Japan got cancelled.” Kenshi spoke, his voice gruff from coughing out from the cold. “Still wearing my gift huh?” the actor chuckled as he noticed, when they get to the bathroom Johnny braces as he turns on the lights. He grabs Kenshi’s hand and places it on his cheek. “I haven’t forgot what you’ve done for me, but” a short silence comes. “where’s Sentō?” Johnny says confused, it’s attached to the blind man almost always. “Sent through TSA before hand so I won’t get jumped by the agents if I try to get on with a sword. “Oh, alright how the hell did you get here?” Johnny asks confused, Kenshi doesn’t respond.

“I want to remember your face.”

Kenshi spoke quietly as his hands slowly start tracing Johnny’s face. Johnny’s face reflects the shortest wavelength back at Kenshi too embarrassed to talk. Kenshi felt the warmth spread to his palm, he doesn’t comment on it and continues tracing Johnny’s face with his hands.

“Kenshi you’re gonna catch a cold, you’re still wet.” Johnny speaks, then Kenshi drags his thumb over Johnny’s lips to hush him. “Shh..” he breathes out, he feels the grooves in the man’s smile lines, the soft hair on top of his head, the ridge on his nose, and the growing stubble.

The taste of anticipation lingers on Johnny’s tounge, he lets the blind man explore his face, taking time with it. “Am I as pretty as you met me?” Johnny chuckles out, Kenshi groans but still continues tracing his face. He pulls his hands away and starts to take off his clothes, Johnny respectfully looks away. “Johnny, grab some of your clothes for me.” Kenshi says, Johnny goes quickly. His eyes already accounted for light as he turns on the lights on the house with the help of his alexa

Johnny comes back with clothes, his heart pounds in his chest as he sees Kenshi naked wrapped in a towel in front of him. “Wasting no time I see?” Johnny jokes and pins Kenshi to a wall, clothes in his other hand as he smirks. “I can practically smell your shit eating grin Johnny, give me the damn clothes.” Kenshi laughs out as he smiles along too.

“You can eh?” Johnny cocks a brow and puts his head into Johnny’s neck smiling, Kenshi feels it.. and some nips from Johnny.

“Watch it!” Kenshi laughs out as he kisses Johnny’s forehead. “Man I missed you, do you really have to go? I can help y’know I did beat you.” Kenshi just sighs. “Johnny I have to fight for my clans honor, besides you have a movie.” Johnny groans and he almost angrily hands Kenshi his clothes as he un pins him and leans on the counter looking away for Kenshi to change. “Alright alright sexy face, just promise me you’ll stay in touch.”

Kenshi gets changed and leisurely relaxes on Johnny. “Fair.” Kenshi and Johnny away quietly to the rain and thunder as they eventually creep into bed, cuddling eachother until they fall asleep intertwined in love and comfort.

[bengiyo]

Love in Translation Ep 7 Stray Thoughts

Last week, Phumjai ended up disappointed about Yang and decided to follow his brother's advice and pull his shares out of the business since he no longer needed it to pursue Tammy. Phumjai tried to put on a brave face but struggled, and before Phumjai could leave Yang confessed his feelings and then the two fucked nasty in the store. Phojai continued to meddle in his brother's affairs, and finally pushed Tag to his limit. Tag broke up with Phojai in the saddest way because he realized that since no one knew about them there wouldn't be any social fallout.

I'm glad they eventually made it to bed!

Oh, I like the morning voice Daou affected here.

I love Bojji. They sussed out what happened quickly.

I love everyone screaming over them, but poor Tag is still feeling down.

Man, this Tag situation is gonna hurt me.

Love the restaurant depot product placement for flirting.

Not Phumjai wearing a LOVE shirt.

The product placement is relentless this episode.

They had just finished cleaning up the store and now Yang has been snatched.

Well, at least we know Yang isn't suspect. He's got an iPhone.

Oh lord this is a creditor situation and Yang says he has no money. This is about to be so dumb.

Now how the hell is Yang slaving away in a warehouse supposed to recoup their costs?

I love that they put the femmes on the bed.

Of course Phumjai knew about Tag and Phojai. He has never been stupid and respects people's choices.

I love gay people. I'm glad Phojai and Tag reconciled.

I love all of these characters. I'm so easy. You give me a bunch of kind people trying to do right by each other and I will watch all of it.

I can't believe this bike hasn't been stolen.

NGERN IS SO BEAUTIFUL

I'm impressed by Yang's ability to communicate via the table he has memorized, but not impressed with his captors at all.

Ope, failed that acrobatics check to land on the other side of the gate.

Phumjai, there is no plan here what the hell.

Well this took kind a silly turn with the plot, but I like the way these characters treat each other so I'm gonna ride this out.