#and a lovely place to lose our shit together when something drops

[elialys]

I meant to promote this server on here literal MONTHS ago but hahaha my brain 🙃

But basically we have this tinyyyy discord server for Anna Torv fans, perfect for people like me who don't cope well with big, busy servers because of social anxiety (✌️🥳).

There are only a few of us on there, and it only gets ""busy"" twice a year when she suddenly appears in something, but I would love for it to be slightly more active 😅

Don't hesitate to reply to this post or send me a message if you'd like an invite!

[seresinhangmanjake]

The One I Want: Part 16

Jake Seresin x plus size!reader

Summary: You're new in town and some guy named Jake is about to be your roommate. Being skeptical of new people keeps you lonely and uninterested in any entanglements, but Jake is desperate to change that.

Warnings: a little smut

Words: 1500

The One I Want Masterlist / Main Masterlist / Tag List

“I can’t tell you much,” Jake had told you, but you knew that. “We’re not a hundred percent in the clear, but it’s looking like four weeks, maybe five.”

“Beats fifteen,” you’d said, hearing a rewarding chuckle in return. 

You were thankful no one could witness the mess you were at that moment, your face-splitting grin heavily contrasting the puffiness of your eyes from tears. But that was just the beginning of weeks of inner turmoil. 

For forty-eight days, your stomach has swirled a storm that’s consistently had you on the edge of nausea, whether from anxiety regarding his safety or butterflies at the thought of Jake returning. You miss him, more than you thought yourself willing to, and regardless of what he told you, nothing guarantees he will walk through the door of your apartment. And if he doesn’t, you know exactly what will happen to you. You’ll crumble into unsalvageable pieces, and no one—not Millie, not Rooster, not anyone who has been kind to you over the last months—will be able to put you back together. 

And then what? Your only choice will be to leave. Start anew. Twelfth new place. Except this time, you’ll be more numb, less human, less operable on a daily basis. It’ll be like waking from a dream to a gray environment. You fear nature will lose its color, and you will lose your light once again.

—

It’s another week before your phone rings with a name other than Millie’s plastered across the screen. Unknown Number, but the first three digits are recognizable, matching those of the number Jake has been using to call you with. What you hear on the other end of the line, however, is not Jake, but instead, a gruff voice asking you to confirm your identity. 

“Yes,” you answer. “That’s me.”

The man clears his throat. “You are the emergency contact for Lieutenant Jake Seresin. We’d like you to come down to our medical facility as soon as possible,” he says before providing you directions.

You drop your phone, and then you’re running. Running to his truck, running from his truck to base, running through halls until you find someone willing to lead you to him. You’re so terrified, your arms jittery, legs barely functioning from the panic of Jake’s pending fate, so overwhelmed by nerves that when you finally do see him, it pisses you off. 

That man with the voice that imbued you with dread is on your shit list for life. Maybe next time, he could lead an emergency contact call with He’s fine or Don’t worry, because his implication was severe enough that you feared lost limbs or damaged brain functioning. But there Jake is, not in a coma or with some life-threatening injury, but sitting on the edge of a bed in a room with his back to you as a nurse seals a strip of medical tape across a small patch of shaved hair on the side of his head.  

When she’s done with her work, she smiles at Jake and nods at something he says before walking out of the room. She jumps at the unexpected figure lingering just outside the door, and then realization dawns. 

“Oh, you must be the girlfriend,” she says. “You’re welcome to go on in.”

So you do, cautiously easing into the room, hoping that when he turns, his face won’t be covered in slashes and bruises—a sight you’re not sure you can handle with strength and maturity. You’d love him all the same, but to see him in such pain would take you to your knees. But again, he’s fine. Beautiful as ever. Not a mark on him that you can see save for the one on the mend. 

Jake’s face brightens at the sight of you; he practically glows, and you’re shocked to discover yourself not running into his arms. You’re frozen for a moment as you take him in. It’s a quick moment—a brief second to recover—but then you’re stepping to him, your eyes watering, your bottom lip quivering, your fingers reaching up to brush over the stark white tape. You’re careful with your feathery touch, relieved to see that his injury is not so sensitive as to make him wince.

Jake’s arms wrap around your waist. His eyes do not break from your face. He’s patient as you scan him once more for visible injuries, verifying for your own sake.

“It’s just the one,” he tells you, his voice soft and only a few notes above a whisper. Your eyes snap to his. He lifts his hand to cup your cheek, thumb stroking your cheekbone. “Come here, beautiful.”

You melt when his lips gently touch yours, but the kiss doesn’t last long as innocent. There’s bites and sucking and giving and taking, and it’s perfect in its semi-sloppy neediness. Voices passing by the door is what breaks the two of you apart. Jake lightly groans before he chuckles and rests his forehead against yours. 

“I missed you,” he says. He places another quick peck on your lips. “I want to take you home.”

“Then take me home.”

—

“J-Jake!”

You feel his mouth curve against your core before he licks another stripe right through you, tongue like a heated blade slicing you in two halves, spreading you open and baring you inside and out. You’re completely gone—lost in the sole way you’re willing to be lost—as Jake tethers you to this earth. He’s the only one you trust to ground you while simultaneously letting your head float amongst the clouds. 

His arms curl around the thickness of your thighs, locking onto you and keeping your hips steady atop the mattress as he devours and tastes and sucks and licks some more.  

“Come on, beautiful,” he mumbles into your folds, just loud enough for you to hear through the rush of blood in your ears. “Let me have it.”

As if you could hold it back. 

Your whole body jerks and writhes as you sink into pleasure, back arching, head digging into the pillow. Jake reaches a hand up to intertwine your fingers and you squeeze them tightly while he continues to kiss folds and brush his nose against the overstimulated bud.

“There we go,” he coos until your body calms.

Jake crawls onto the bed, lips and tongue traveling up the soft flesh of your stomach, between the valley of your breasts, into the dip in your throat before he kisses you, demanding you taste everything you just gave him. 

Jake introduced you to your taste during those weeks before his deployment. His head lived between your legs. He showed you how to perch perfectly on his face, encouraging you through your concerns of suffocating him. He begged you to relax when he backed you up against the wall, slipped your pants off, knelt, and tossed your leg over his shoulder as he dove in. And after each success of making you crumble to pieces, he sealed his lips to yours and pushed his tongue into your mouth. 

You know your taste as well as you know his, and on the occasions he spills down your throat before he returns the favor, you get the satisfaction of the combination on your tongue—a mixture more intoxicating than an alcoholic binge. 

“I’m never going to want anything like I want you,” he says after he slips inside of you, the intensity of the love in his eyes penetrating your soul.

“Then it's good that I’m yours,” you whisper back.

Thrusts that were paced and steady and gentle falter. With your words comes a sharp rut of his hips—unexpected to you both—that hits hard, deep. Jake chokes on the air in his lungs, his eyes snapping shut as you cry out. 

“Fuck” hisses through the grit of his teeth. Then he finds his pace again. 

His head falls to your neck. Nibbles make you gasp, and the image of examining claiming bruises in the mirror first thing come morning causes your walls to clench around the veiny column moving in and out of you. Your fingers fist into his hair. Nails dig into the toned muscle of his ass. 

“I do love you, Jake,” you say. 

He stops completely, but you don’t question it. The fingers in his hair loosen and you lightly scrape your nails along his scalp, down to the base of his neck, then back up into blond locks. Turning your head, you stamp a tender kiss onto his temple. 

Jake doesn’t say a thing. He doesn’t look at you. His thick breaths burn the delicate skin just under your ear. When he begins to move, he’s slow, taking his time before he picks up, working to nudge that special spot inside of you that tightens a white-hot coil in your belly. 

“I love you so much, beautiful,” he whispers.

[lvrgirlrey]

Hi there, can you do a Dazai x reader where she's the coffee shop owner's daughter returning from college and working there. She and Dazai are always bickering (mostly because of his ever growing tab) but beyond that they're kinda into each other???? Then like in that episode where those thugs attacked the coffee shop, she gets taken and Dazai is actively losing his shit. Ending with fluffy confessions. Please feel free to ignore if you can't

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: hello!! of course i can do that for you and thank you for requesting >v<

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: none! hope you enjoy!

it had been a while since you'd come back home. college had swept you up into its relentless tide, but now that you were back, there was a strange comfort in returning to your family's coffee shop, *aroma's haven*. the familiar scent of roasted beans and warm pastries greeted you the moment you pushed through the door. it was peaceful, soothing... until the bell chimed again.

"ah, if it isn't my favorite college grad!" a familiar voice sang.

you rolled your eyes immediately, already knowing who it was. osamu dazai—self-proclaimed genius, infamous loafer, and perpetual thorn in your side. he leaned against the counter with that lazy, almost mischievous grin of his. it had only been a week since you'd returned, and he had made a habit of showing up like clockwork. every. single. day.

"aren't you supposed to be busy with agency work or something?" you sighed, wiping down the counter. "and don't even think about asking for coffee unless you're ready to pay for that massive tab you've racked up." he placed a dramatic hand over his heart, as if wounded by your words. "so cold! after all we've been through together—"

"you mean all the coffee you've stolen?" you interrupted. "dazai, i swear, i'm going to start charging you rent at this point."

he laughed, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "i can't help it. the coffee tastes better when it's from here... especially when you're the one making it."

there was a warmth in his tone, just a slight change that made your heart stutter for a beat. you masked it with a scoff and turned away, focusing on the coffee machine instead. dazai always had a way of throwing you off balance, with his lazy charm and soft words that always seemed to hold more meaning than they should.

"you know, i could just cut you off," you said, a bit more quietly now.

"you wouldn’t," he replied, voice dropping into something more sincere. "besides, where would you be without me to keep you entertained?"

you could feel his eyes on you, like a warm weight, and you couldn't resist a small smile. okay, maybe you were a little entertained. your bickering had become a part of your day—a strange routine that brought a spark of energy to the otherwise mundane hours behind the counter. "i could do without the headaches," you muttered.

"but you love it," dazai said, his voice playful once again. "you love our little back-and-forths. admit it."

you glanced over at him, meeting his gaze. something flickered between the two of you—something unspoken but undeniable. and for a moment, you almost said something. almost admitted that maybe he wasn't completely wrong.

but the door jingled again, and a group of customers entered, breaking the moment. you sighed, setting your shoulders and moving to help them. dazai slipped into his usual spot at a corner table, watching you with an unreadable expression.

later that evening, after the rush had died down and the café was quiet again, dazai lingered. you didn't mind. in fact, you were a bit used to him staying past closing hours, joking about anything and everything while you cleaned up. today, though, something felt off. there was a tension in the air that you couldn't quite shake.

"you alright?" you asked, catching him staring out the window, his usual carefree demeanor replaced by something more serious. he hummed, his eyes distant. "yeah. just... thinking."

"dangerous," you teased, trying to lighten the mood. but when his gaze shifted to you, all traces of humor vanished.

"you should be careful," he said softly. "there's been some... trouble in the area lately. i don't want anything to happen to you." your brow furrowed. "dazai, what are you—"

before you could finish, the door to the café was suddenly kicked open, slamming against the wall. a group of rough-looking men burst in, their faces twisted into ugly sneers. dazai was on his feet immediately, his posture tense, his usual playful smile gone.

"well, well," one of the thugs sneered, his eyes locking onto you. "look what we've got here."

your heart pounded in your chest. you could feel dazai's gaze on you, sharp and calculating. he was assessing the situation, already thinking a hundred steps ahead. but before he could make a move, one of the men lunged forward, grabbing your arm and yanking you toward him. "let's make this simple," the thug growled. "you come with us, and maybe no one gets hurt."

"dazai—" you gasped, struggling against the thug's grip, but his hold was too strong. dazai's eyes were dark, and there was something dangerous simmering beneath the surface. "let her go."

the thug laughed, clearly thinking dazai was no threat. "or what?"

before you could blink, dazai moved. faster than you thought possible. his hand shot out, grabbing the thug by the wrist and twisting it sharply. the man let out a howl of pain, releasing you instantly. dazai pulled you behind him, placing himself between you and the others.

"i don't think you understand," dazai said, his voice low and icy. "if you touch her again, you won’t live to regret it."

the men hesitated for a moment, clearly not expecting this side of dazai. but then one of them lunged, and everything erupted into chaos. dazai fought them off with ease—fluid and precise, like he had done this a million times before. you watched, wide-eyed, as he dismantled each of them, his movements almost graceful.

but even as he fought, his eyes kept darting toward you, as if making sure you were still safe. the moment the last thug hit the ground, dazai was by your side, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly.

"are you alright?" his voice was laced with a panic you hadn't heard before. you nodded, still a bit shaken. "yeah... i'm okay."

his hands didn’t leave your shoulders, his grip firm as if he was afraid you might slip away. his face was inches from yours now, his eyes intense in a way that made your heart skip a beat.

"i swear," he muttered, his voice rough, "if they had hurt you..."

"but they didn’t," you whispered. "i'm fine, dazai." for a moment, there was only silence between you two, the tension in the air thick. then, without warning, dazai pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. his breath was warm against your ear, and you could feel his heart racing.

"don't scare me like that," he murmured, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "i don't know what i'd do if something happened to you."

you were frozen for a moment, stunned by the vulnerability in his voice, in his touch. slowly, you wrapped your arms around him, letting yourself relax into his embrace. "you don't have to worry about me," you said quietly, your heart pounding in your chest. "i'm tougher than i look."

he chuckled softly, but there was no humor in it. "yeah, well, you scared the hell out of me tonight."

you pulled back just enough to look up at him, your eyes meeting his. for the first time, there was no teasing smile, no playful glint in his eyes. he was just... dazai. raw and unguarded. "why?" you asked softly. "why do you care so much?"

his eyes searched yours for a moment before he sighed, his breath shaky. "because i..." he paused, his brow furrowing as if the words were difficult to say. "because i think i might love you."

your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, all you could do was stare at him. his confession was so simple, so quiet, yet it hit you harder than anything else he had ever said.

"oh," you whispered, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"oh?" he repeated, and for the first time that night, a hint of his usual playful smile returned. "that's all i get? just 'oh'?"

you rolled your eyes, trying to hide your own smile. "you know what i mean."

he laughed softly, the sound warm and familiar, and before you could think of a response, he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in the softest, most delicate kiss. it wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was just... right. when he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and you could feel his smile.

"i think you might love me too," he teased.

you sighed, but there was no bite to it. "maybe i do," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "but don't get cocky about it."

his smile widened, his eyes shining with something that looked suspiciously like happiness.

"too late," he murmured, pulling you back into his arms, holding you close. and in that moment, you let yourself relax completely, feeling safer and warmer than you had in a long time. you'd never admit it to him, but maybe... just maybe... you liked having him around after all.

[auspicioustidings]

Ae Fond Kiss - Part 8 (Final)

A Red, Red Rose

Summary: A bombshell is dropped and you look to the future. Words: 2k TWs: mention of miscarriage

So I've lost interest in this fic hence why we have a rushed wrap up because I didn't just want to abandon it :') All parts - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

“We gonna do this forever then Johnny?”

It was a form of torture Simon was sure, them having lunch together once a week every week and making small talk. He missed his best friend. He missed being able to say something outrageous and knowing Johnny would call him a sick bastard and then immediately try to outdo him.

“Eat lunch?” Johnny replied a little miserably, shuffling pasta about his plate.

“Johnny…”

“What dae ye want me tae say LT?”

“Not your LT anymore, retired remember? And Price told me about your promotion.”

Captain John MacTavish did have a nice ring to it, and Soap had more than earned the stripes. In another world he’d have grinned at Ghost, smug as anything and making some comment about being able to order him around now. But instead he frowned and Simon hated it. 

“Talk to me for Christ sake!”

“I cannae! Ye want me tae tell ye how much I miss your wife? How it kills me that she’ll never forgive me and that she’s right about it?”

“Johnny…”

“Or were ye hoping tae hear that I dinnae even regret Las Almas? It’s ruined everything, but I’ve loved you since I broke my fingers on that stupid bloody mask and I didnae even realise until we nearly fucking died! Ignored it even when I did, had 9 years tae think about how either way I was breaking my own heart because it decided it loved two different people!”

Fuck. He was crying. Johnny was crying. And Simon was caught between wanting to kiss him or kill him. He had never expected to be loved back was the thing. He did something unbearably selfish on the understanding it was all one sided, that the fuck was just the adrenaline from thinking they were going to die and they’d forget it ever happened. And then everything had went to shit and he had fallen in love with Johnny’s widow. He’d already lost one person he loved because he was too scared to admit it, he just couldn’t do it again,  selfish asshole that he was. 

“You should regret it. You… we hurt her. Hurt her so bad that we might lose her.”

“Aye. I deserve tae lose her though, never deserved tae have her in the first place anyway. I just caught you in the crossfire of my sins.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Simon said with full derision.

This has gone on long enough. So what? Everyone was just supposed to be miserable forever? They were supposed to just lay down and take it? Johnny looked at him, hurt and confused. 

“I watched you fight every break up. You fought tooth and fucking nail to make it work. When you fucked up you made it up to her. When she fucked up you forgave her. And what? Now that Johnny is dead? Either you still love her and are willing to fight to get her back, or any part of the man I loved died in Russia.”

“You’ve lost yer fucking mind Si, she’s your wife!”

Simon stood, determined.

“And our wife needs to remember who she belongs to and who belongs to her.”

As he started marching off Johnny near choked and scrambled to follow.

“Ye cannae be serious! Leave her be Si! Ye cannae just barge in and-and-”

“And tell her she’ll try forgive us because we’ll spend the rest of our lives making it up to her? That we can start right now by showing her how well you can follow orders and how well I can give them for her benefit? I bloody well can and I’m bloody well going to. Either you’re with me or you can stay and mope.”

“...aye sir.”

–

Once upon a time Joey being at a sleepover was exciting, it meant some much needed alone time with your husband. Now though? The house felt cold, empty. You considered asking Gaz and Price’s partner if they’d come round to hang out, but it felt so messy when they were just as much Simon’s friend as they were yours. It would somehow make you miss him more. 

Everytime he was at the house briefly and you made polite conversation you wanted to cry. You had a few times, only after he was gone of course. That big fucking lummox. You wanted to strangle him, but then again that wasn’t exactly new. And you wanted rhubarb and sugar. Oh you could murder some rhubarb dipped in sugar like your parents used to give you as a kid. 

The door went just as you finished pouring a large glass of wine. Simon stood looking like he sometimes did when you were about to get absolutely ruined in bed and you swore your heart nearly stopped. Johnny was by his side, pupils blown with a blush crawling up his neck as if he somehow knew exactly what images just popped into your mind. Oh. Oh you suddenly wanted them so badly it hurt. 

And damn them for knowing you so well, for being able to fucking tell. Simon’s lips were on yours as he walked into the house, you being led backwards. You were clawing at his shirt as he squeezed your ass until you bumped into the kitchen island and realised how insane this was, pulling away to try find Johnny. He had followed, was swallowing thickly as Simon started to kiss and nip a path down your neck. This was insane. This was certifiably mental. You could not… have a threesome? Have a threesome with your husband and your husband who had fucked each other ten years ago on a mission before one faked his damn death. 

“W-what are you doing? We can’t…” you mumbled, trying to get your head on straight since currently your brain seemed to reside between your legs.

“Tell me what you need princess. Want me on my knees begging against your pussy? Want Johnny to fly you to Hawaii and keep you in the lap of luxury for a month? Want us to be here every single day in the garden announcing to the neighbours that we deserve a fucking whipping for how badly we fucked everything up with the gorgeous mother of our child?”

Christ almighty. So much for Simon being the unemotional and ineloquent one. You couldn’t handle this. You couldn’t handle how much you wanted to just give in. He made it sound so easy, like you could have them both, like they would give you whatever you wanted just to stay by your side despite what they’d done. He was going to his knees in front of you.

“Rhubarb!”

The room froze for a moment as Simon hit the ground with his knees and just stared at you.

“...is that, uh, a safeword?” Johnny asked, seemingly surprised out of the slack jawed, dazed state he seemed to have been in. 

“No. I mean I… rhubarb. You asked what I needed. Rhubarb and sugar, but we have sugar in the cupboard so… just the rhubarb.”

“...ok, rhubarb. We can do rhubarb” Simon said after a moment, taking it in his stride as he snuck a peck to your stomach where his head currently was and then stood. 

If they just left and went to the shops maybe you could… you didn’t know. Maybe you could hurriedly touch yourself to get rid of the ache between your legs and then neck your wine to get rid of the one in your chest. Simon turned and nodded to Johnny and took a few steps, so you picked up the glass of wine to calm yourself down only for Johnny to pluck it out of your hands.

“Unless you’ve suddenly developed a taste for red wine I’d appreciate that back” you snapped at him.

“And since you’ve suddenly developed a taste for rhubarb I’m naw giving it tae ye.”

“MacTavish” Simon scolded, sure Johnny was about to ruin what he was hoping was some reconciliation here.

“That’s not…” you started before you went pale. 

“How ye been feeling recently hen?”

Oh no. Not now. You just assumed you felt sick because of the stress. But then the take away food had seemed so off despite you usually loving it. You kept having to throw up. You were lethargic. And now you needed rhubarb and sugar, something you had only craved twice in your adult life, the most recent being over a decade ago. The last time you were pregnant. 

“What’s going on?” Simon asked, not liking at all how your face just fell as he strode back to you. “What did you do Johnny? It’s ok sweetheart, I’m sorry we just showed up, seemed like a good idea at the time. Just missed you so much.”

The universe had a sick sense of humour. Over a year of trying for a baby with this man. 18 fucking months. And you get pregnant right before your other husband comes back from the dead, the one it turns out your current husband has slept with behind your back? This could not be happening, but all the signs were there. When had you last had a period? You hadn’t even noticed that you were late with everything going on. 

You tried to do the maths in your head. It had been a few months since Johnny had come back, so you were at the very least that far along. 8 weeks. You had miscarried at 10. Maybe you were further along, maybe you were past the worst of the danger. God you prayed you were past the worst of the danger. 

“Si, gie her some room would ye? We’re right here, if ye want us tae be. It’s up to you, you dinnae have tae…” Johnny said, struggling to get out the words.

There was no thought in your mind that you would get rid of this baby, but the fact that he was putting that option out there when he himself had always been so desperate for a big family was something you appreciated more than you could say. Goddamnit, he still loved you. 9 years away and he still bloody loved you. Would still do whatever it took for you to be happy. Even if in that case this meant not having another baby.

How strange that you thought of this baby as his. How strange that you just as strongly thought of it as Simon’s. If the past few months had shown you anything it was that you could look after a child between the three of you, so it wasn’t like they had to be with you to do it. Even if you’d like them to be. Despite it all, you’d really fucking like them to be.

“Princess?”

You took a deep breath and smiled softly at Simon who was looking increasingly alarmed. You caressed his face and it felt like relief to touch him. 

“Maybe we can go a trip to the doctor on the way for the rhubarb Casper. Think we might be pregnant.”

–

A very healthy baby girl with an incredibly healthy set of lungs. You sang to her, love like A Red, Red Rose for your little Rose. You bawled your eyes out when Joey refused to turn down his hearing aids even when she was screaming at the top of her lungs because that was his baby sister and he would never not want to hear her. It was a good thing you could all sign with the way she drowned you all out, even Johnny as clumsy as his hands were with it had dedicated himself to learning since he had got home. 

You were fairly certain your little Rose was making Price broody with Gaz and their partner finding their grumpy old man losing his mind over a chubby baby adorable. Although there was a good chance Price wasn’t making any babies with how you had planted your foot in his groin when he finally came out of hiding. 

You were still figuring things out, but right now? Right now you were happy. You had two perfect children by two imperfect husbands. It was up in the air what your family was going to look like in the future. Did you want to forgive them? Even if you did, would you be friends and co-parents or something more?

That you hadn’t quite decided yet. But you were determined that whatever the future held for you, it was going to be a future full of love and laughter.

[cherubcameron]

Love Espresso

Chapter six: Blue

MASTERLIST

Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7

Synopsis: after her breakup with Rafe and him kicking her out. Her best friend offers her a new job and a place to stay. But when Rafe comes back from Morocco. He realizes he’d made a grave mistake. Will Sofia go back to him? Or will she decide that her new life means more to her than him?

Author’s note: thought I was going to make this longer than it was. So sorry for the wait! Just changed the name of this chapter from tethered to blue. But blue as in the Kali Uchis song and not the Billie eilish one.

Sofia didn’t know what to say to Liliana when she got home. She stood at the door, unsure if she should allow herself in. She could hear faint sounds of Liliana padding around the room. The faucet turning on, running down the sink. But still, Sofia couldn’t find it in her to move. They didn’t have a bad fight, but it did make things awkward. They spoke to each other as they work as if they were just people worked together. Not best friends of five years. She didn’t know what she was going to enter too.

A memory slowly resurfaces.

A couple months back before Rafe came back from Morocco

Sofia stared down at her food, Liliana and Catalina are sitting in front of her. Catalina chewing away at her food, while Liliana takes a sip of her drink. —Sofia picked up her fork and stabbed into her pasta. Trying to will herself to eat the food her friend made. She took a small bite into it. Trying to process the food before letting it go down.

“So.. uh… I’m glad I could be here for you right now.” Catalina said. Dropping her fork down on her plate. “I can’t believe he did that to you.” Catalina was a lot more sympathetic than Sofia had given her credit for. Sofia felt the lump in her throat growing. Feeling like it would swallow her whole if she didn’t get the words out.

“Thank you… you can say I told—

Catalina cuts her off, “Absolutely not, he… he’s a piece of shit for what he did. I have no right to throw anything in your face right now.”

Liliana looked between them. Her eyes not betraying what she was feeling.

Sofia looked back at the pasta that Catalina had made. “I did this to myself. Like I always do. I-I fuck things up and—

“Sof, you thought irrationally to the words he said to you. He made it out to be like he’d never be with a pogue. That what the two of you had for two years, was nothing.” Liliana says, finally speaking up.

Sofia let a tear slip down her face. She knew they were right. She’d given Rafe her all. Pushing everyone away because that’s what happened when you dated someone like Rafe. He demanded all your attention. Once he had a lick of someone giving him unconditional love, he licked it up like it was all he was ever going to get. Making you utterly consumed by him. Everyone else be damned.

“I’m-I’m so sorry.” Sofia says, her voice cracking. Her eyes casted down, no longer having the strength to stare at her friends.

“Hey, we’re here.. okay.” Catalina placed her hand over Sofias. “We’re not going anywhere.”

Sofia sighed, pushing the door open. Liliana looked up, then immediately bringing her eyes back down onto the table. Awkwardness surrounded them, finally Sofia spoke.

“I’m sorry.” She said, it sounded weak to her own ears. She didn’t like feeling this way. Feeling like it was her against Liliana. They’d been friends for only five years and yet, it felt like she’d known Liliana her whole life. She didn’t want to lose that.

Liliana let out a sigh, a tear escaping from her eyes. “You don’t have to be.”

Sofia’s own face crumbled, “I know you just want to protect me. I understand why you did what you did. I do. And I don’t want our friendship to sour over something as stupid as a boy.”

Both girls ran to each others arms, holding on to each other tight. Not letting the other go.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Sofia cries into her friends arm. Liliana held her friend closer to her. Holding her tightly.

“It’s okay, I promise. It’s okay.” Sofia shook her head, she was selfish. She was the one who hurt people all the time. She should be sorry.

Liliana kissed Sofias forehead, rubbing her back in circles. Sofia kept shaking her head.

“I’m-I’m not good Liliana. All I do is mess everything up.” Sofia licked her lips,she tasted her tears. She hadn’t realized how hard she’d been crying.

“Hey, that’s so not true. Don’t say that about yourself. You are the kindest, most loving and caring person I know. Cometiste un error. Nadie puede culparte por eso.” (You made a mistake. No one blames you for it)

Sofia rubbed at her eyes, “Todavía fue culpa mía.” (Still, it was my fault.) Sofia wants to cry again and she hates how the tears are coming through. Unrelenting, this is showing up emotions she thought she’d buried. Her feelings for Rafe, her platonic feelings for her friend, and the feelings she’s felt from being abandoned. “Why did he decide to come back?” She asks hoarsely. “He should hate me. Run away from me. He shouldn’t want me after what I did.”

Liliana looks at her friend sympathetically. A sad smile appears on her face. “Maybe because… he does love you. Just has an awful shit way of showing it. I don’t really know Sof. You were with him more. I still don’t understand why he did what he did. And I don’t appreciate him just appearing again. Just like that.”

The two girls are sat on the couch, holding onto each other. Sofia looks down at the coffee table. The silence engulfs them for a while.

“Maybe…he does.”

The moment Rafe and Sarah had gotten home from the grocery store. Rafe slid out the car, slamming the car door angrily. He headed in without even a glance at Sarah. His footsteps against the walkway, loud and harsh.

“Rafe! Hold on!” Sarah yelled after him. She slid out more carefully. Worried about her baby. It clicks in his head… he stops. He lets out a shallow breath, heading back to help Sarah out of the car.

“M’sorry.” He grabs Sarah’s arm as delicately as he can. He has never been a delicate man… not since…

“Rafe?” Sarah asks him, he can’t help but break down. He sobs into her chest. He can feel his legs wobble. He tries his best not to. Doesn’t want to hurt Sarah or the baby.

“Oh Rafe.” Sarah hugs him tightly. His grip on her tightens. Using her arm as a life line. He doesn’t know how he’ll ever make things between him and Sofia better. She’d only said one thing to him and he crumbled under the weight of it.

“She’s never going to forgive me.” His voice is hoarse, his words coming out harshly. Almost afraid of slipping out, of showing vulnerability. But they slipped out anyway. Pain was like that, it demanded an audience. It depended your full attention. And Rafe’s heart clenched, he finally let go of Sarah.

“She’s hurt right now. She doesn’t know what she’s saying. I know—

“How?! How do you know?! How do we know she’ll come back to me!” Rafe cried. Sarah flinched at his tone but doesn’t waver. Didn’t back away from him.

She’s learned how to handle when he’s like this. Before he knew she would run when he did. But for some reason, now she stays. He doesn’t know why. Doesn’t know when she decided he was worth caring for.

“Because I’ve been in her place before. I can tell she loves you.” Rafe shook his head, his head in his hands.

“No, Sarah. She’s never going to forgive me. That—she’s obviously done with me.” He rubbed his head, trying to find some comfort in himself. But he felt tortured by what Sofia had said.

“Fuck you.”

It played over and over in his head. Like his brain was mocking him. Trying to get a raise out of him.

“You just need to calm down, okay?”Sarah says, grabbing him by the arm. “Come on, let me make mom’s special tea. The one.. I know we’ve been butchering for years now.”

“Why are you being so nice to me? I was an awful brother to you. I don’t deserve your kindness.” Rafe rubbed at his nose, his eyes ahead as he walked alongside Sarah. “Just leave me here, it’s what I deserve.”

Sarah stops walking. “Don’t.”

“What?” Rafe asks, confused.

“Don’t do that. Don’t say that. It’s your way of trying to push people away. And we’re not doing that anymore, Rafe. We’re not going down that road. I chose you. Wheezie chose you. Heck, even John B chose you. Stop pushing people who want to stay in your life. We’re not going anywhere.”

With that, the Cameron siblings walk back into Rafe’s house quietly. Rafe contemplating the words Sarah had just uttered. She was right, it wasn’t something that he was used to. He always felt like he had to earn people’s love. To gain it. With Sofia, it hadn’t felt that way at all. He felt her love like it was simple as breathing.

He didn’t realize he could manage to make the people he hurt feel the same. He doesn’t know how he did it. Doesn’t know how he was able to. But he’s glad he finally has a true support system. Outside of whatever he had with Sofia and it made him realize something else.

He was going to fight for his relationship with Sofia. If it was the last thing he had to do.

Sofia had been working, her eyes focused on the task at hand. She hadn’t looked up at the big window in front of her. Her eyes glued to the rag in her hand and the table she was wiping down. She heard the sound of the doorbell chime of the door.

“Hey, are you Sofia Jimenez?” Said the delivery man. Sofia looked up with crinkled brows.

“Uh yeah, I’m Sofia.” Sofia placed the rag on the table so she could properly give her attention to the delivery man. He was different than the usual one she’d seen come in here.

The delivery man nodded, “Just need you to sign here.”

A part of her should have turned him away. She was slowly starting to realize this wasn’t a normal delivery. It was a Tuesday, the shop usually got their things delivered on a Wednesday.

Once she signed, he left the shop. Then came back fifteen minutes later. With rows upon rows of flower bouquets. Sofias mouth open wide. Before she knew it, the coffee shop was filled with flowers.

“Thought this was a coffee shop. Not a damn flower shop.” A grumpy customer said. Sofia could open stare agape at the customer before turning to look at Liliana. Whose eyes widen. Sofia gently took off the flower shop card.

“Whoever send you these, must really love you.” Another customer, a woman says.

Liliana and Sofia only stare at each other. Sofia allows Liliana to read the note.

“Gotta give it to the guy, he knows how to do an apology right. Only thing now is… will you go talk to him?” Liliana asks.

Sofia feels a storm of emotions consume her at once. She’s not sure what her next steps should be. She could only stare at all the peony and lilies scattered around. Her favorites.

Song Sofia is listening to

Song Rafe is listening to

Song Liliana plays to cheer Sofia up (flashback)

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[ot9snumber1]

POLY!MISAMO POLY!MISAMO

im here!

yk me and bondage we just go together..

sub!momo getting tied to the bed bc she lost a bet of who could go the longest without touching themselves, sana and mina playing with her until she gets whiny and crying mess because of overstimulation..

I LOVE YOU!! always the first to save me <3

YES OMG :( misana intentionally made the bet with a drunk momo because they knew she would never ever last. even if sober momo swore she would never lose a bet (jihyo's competitiveness totally rubbing off on her), there were some things she just couldn't resist.

just as they thought things couldn't get any better (or worse, for momo), mina was out celebrating a friend's birthday and sana was out for another graff photoshoot.

in short, momo didn't even last a day.

sana was the first to tease her, sending her a selfie from the dressing room. she was only wearing the lingerie set mina bought her a while back with a very expensive necklace accentuating her cleavage. too bad you're not here, love. would do anything for you to eat me out rn :(

momo takes deep breaths and takes a cold shower. she just responds with a thumbs up emoji, making sana laugh. momo isn't a fool. she knows when she's being tricked. even if mina tried to get her to break the bet, too.

i don't think i ever sent this to you. thought you'd like it.

momo thinks she could implode at any given moment now. she stares at her phone, frozen as she stood still in the doorway to their shared room. mina was Evil. capital E.

the video mina sent seemed to be hastily recorded. the phone must've fallen over before mina hit record, because all she could see was the ceiling of the bathroom. not that she needed to see anything, anyway. she recognized the scene almost instantly.

"ah—fuck, fuck me right there!" mina moaned. momo felt herself blush, unable to click off the video. it was when momo had bought her current favorite strap and couldn't even wait until they got home to test it out.

momo takes another cold shower, but that didn't help either. her girlfriends were just far too stubborn to let her win just this once.

we'll be home soon <3 sana texted. momo felt happy at that, dreaming of being able to cook for them again, cuddle, kiss, et cetera.

until sana followed her message with a video of mina sucking on her tits.

that was momo's last straw.

"f–fu—ah!" momo whined as she inserted another finger into herself, barely being able to hold her phone. she tried to focus on rewatching the video over and over—but just the sound of sana's sultry voice commanding mina to do what she wanted was sending her into overdrive.

they wouldn't find out, right? if momo was just careful enough...

sana laughs maniacally when she steps into the bedroom. she didn't even need to walk closer to see the big damp spot on it. "mina!" sana calls out as she ran down the stairs to reunite with her girls. "i think our little momoring owes us something."

momo's heart drops. she'd never been more scared and turned on at the same time.

momo tries closing her legs again, the feeling of sana's fingers in her and vibrator on her clit just felt like too much. sana slaps her thighs lightly, forcing her to hold them open. "take it, slut. isn't this what you wanted? to be used?"

sana returns to overstimulating momo while mina pinched and sucked at her nipples. momo let out a high-pitched whine, tears streaming down her cheeks. "mff—fuck! please, i'll be a good girl i swear—"

"should've thought about that earlier, no?" mina teased. "you know how she is." sana hums, smiling in satisfaction when momo cums for the umpteenth time. "can't think about anything but fucking and being fucked."

both sana and mina laugh at that. "yeah. our baby is just a filthy–minded freak, hm?" mina coos as her fingers trail down to replace the vibrator sana held against her clit. "shit!" momo cried out, throwing her head back and wanting nothing more than to hold their wrists in place. (too bad her wrists were the ones being held in place. there was nothing prettier than sana's necktie restraining momo from doing anything but cry, in mina and sana's opinion.)

"answer." mina says lowly, slapping her cunt. momo whines again, her voice raspy from how much she's screamed so far. "y–yes! j–jus' a freak for you two."

sana chuckles again, curling her fingers in momo. "atta girl."

[simpjaes]

how long do you like oc and jake keep messing around in serial sweetheart? if there are already asks about this, what is the tag because I would feel like shit for asking you questions you've already answered

*wiggles my grubby little fingers* idk if i've answered this before, but im gonna just say what's on my mind now even if i've said something previously to contradict it. im the author, i get to choose and change canon info at will. heuehueheue.

they do keep fucking around though if i were to ever continue it, it would likely end up being over 100k words of reader and jake going back and forth, breaking up several times even though they aren't dating due to pure guilt. but every single time they'd end up tangled together every chance they get. it would be really good sex too. Jake would likely still suffer the most knowing he's had you but you still run back and forth between him and his brother. i'd like to say everything falls apart when Sunghoon asks reader to marry him. By that point she'd, of course, have love for both hoon and his little brother. Things would be weird bc she doesn't immediately answer, and Sunghoon starts feeling really insecure about it. You'd start distancing yourself from going over there, and guess who he would confide in? that's right. our good ol jakey boy. Jake would be the one to drop the ball too. After all, that's his brother. He's living in his brother's home, eating his food, using his electricity, fucking the love of his life. Eventually, the pressure to keep secrets would weigh too heavy on him. You haven't talked to him since Sunghoon asked you to marry him, and from the looks of it, you've barely talked to hoon either. So, out of guilt, fear, and knowing that not only is he about to lose you, but so is his brother?? he snitches. It would get super messy. Lots of angst and emotion. You being pissed at Jake. Jake being apologetic but calling you out on your bullshit bc you both did that shit together. Sunghoon grilling you, kicking jake out, making him move back home without a second doubt. Lots of scenes of you alone in your apartment, even more scenes of Sunghoon by himself trying to come to terms with everything. then a scene of jake, after like three months, showing up at your place. and you're back to square one, like always when Jake is in front of you. kind of funny, really, that Sunghoon only texts a small "can we talk?" after months of ignoring you...when jake is between your legs again.

[hairmetal666]

Steddie Notes Part 6

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

They’re stuck in the Upside Down. 

Nancy. Robin. Eddie. And Steve’s so fucked up from the bats, every breath, ever movement, has him in agony, and he just keeps seeing Eddie here, and it makes it all so much worse. This was never supposed to happen. And how was Steve supposed to keep him safe, keep them all safe, when he could barely stand upright from the pain?

Eddie walks a little way ahead with Nancy, fled after saying, “for your modesty, dude,” and throwing his battle vest at Steve’s face. It leaves Steve with Robin as they navigate the vines and random earthquakes to get to the Wheeler’s house. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Robin asks. 

Steve narrows his eyes. “You mean other than being dragged across a dry lakebed and eaten by fucked up bats?” 

“Is it. Eddie?” 

He bites his lips between his teeth. Of course Robin knows. She always does. “I hate that he’s part of this, Robs. He doesn’t deserve this.”

“You think it’s your fault.” It’s not a question.

“How can I not.” His voice catches and he has to clear his throat before he can continue. “You got dragged into this just by being friends with me. And now Eddie? If he wasn’t our friend—if he wasn’t my—he would be safe.”

“Steve. You know that’s not true. Chrissy was cursed already. She would have always died that night. Eddie was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It’s not your fault.”

He nods, tears pooling along his lash lines. “We kissed,” he croaks out.

“What?” Robin shrieks loud enough to echo across the desolate, cursed landscape. 

Eddie and Nancy glance back in time to see Steve knock his shoulder against her arm. “Quiet,” he hisses. 

“Sorry,” she frowns. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me sooner! When? How? Are you together now?”

His mouth twists. “No. I think I fucked it up? It was—fuck—when he came over after Chrissy. He was so upset, and I was comforting him, and it just happened. I feel like I took advantage of him.”

“So, you haven’t talked about it?”

He gives her a look again. “When would we have had the time?” 

“Okay, okay. But he doesn’t seem mad. I mean, he still gazes at you all lovestruck and ridiculous.”

Heat bursts under the skin of Steve’s cheeks. “He does not,” he mumbles. 

“But you do need to talk about it. Obviously. You two have been pinning for years.” 

“It’s a year and a half. At most. Not even.”

“Feels like years to me.” 

Steve scoffs, falls silent. “I’m scared, Robs. What if he doesn’t like me back? He was too upset when I kissed him, and—I pushed it too far.”

“You did pick a truly terrible time to kiss him, and you two should probably talk about that, but Eddie isn’t going to be upset that you have feelings for him.”

“How do you know? There’s no way you can be sure. I don’t want to risk everything.” “Steve, I—” Robin’s mouth contorts into a complicated series of o’s as she fishes for words. “We’re already risking everything,” she says. “With the Upside Down. With Vecna. When we’re back topside, you should take the time you need to talk to him, okay? I promise that, even if he doesn’t like you like that, he’ll still love you as his closest friend.”

He can’t think of the words to argue with, so he nods, stuffs his hands into the pockets of Eddie’s battle vest. His finger catches on something deep in the right pocket, accompanied by a telltale burst of pain. Steve hisses, retracting his hand, a drop of scarlet beads from a small slash at the tip of his index finger. 

“Fuck,” he mutters. He wipes the blood on the vest—it’s already soaked with it, anyway. 

“You okay?” Robin asks, her blue eyes sharp at Steve losing more blood.

“Yeah. Munson’s keeping sharp shit in his pockets again, is all.”

He reaches back into the pocket to find the offending weapon and finds a crumpled sheet of paper. An amused breath bursts out of him as he realizes what it must be, and he fishes it out with hesitation. 

It’s crinkled and grimy with age, but Steve unfurls it anyway. It’s his own handwriting at the top: “You ever been in love?” 

He doesn’t remember writing it, not clearly. There’s a vague recollection of wobbling around, crossfaded in his bedroom, scrawling words on the first acceptable surface he finds. Doesn’t remember giving it to Eddie, but he’s responded; it’s scrawled right there beneath Steve’s question: “No, but I think I’m falling.” 

Steve stops in his tracks, staring at the note, eyes darting from the paper to Eddie. A bright pulse of hope sticks in his throat. They’re going to get out of the Upside Down, and when they do, Steve is telling Eddie everything.

✏️✏️✏️✏️

He doesn’t. 

Nancy is taken by Vecna and then they fall into planning mode, apparently RV theft mode too (“don’t cha, big boy” is never going to leave his head), and in the panic and fear, there isn’t time. 

There’s a little part of him, too, that doesn’t want to say, “I love you,” like it’s a good-bye. He meant it when he told Robin he still has hope, he does, refuses to accept any outcome that isn’t success, that leaves one of their rank dead. 

So, he doesn’t talk to Eddie, and they’re in the Upside Down for their last stand and all the words and emotions pile up on his tongue but can’t find flight. 

He, Robin, and Nancy turn to go, he’s already kicking himself for his silence, when Eddie’s voice rings out, “Hey, Steve?”

Steve turns fast, almost overbalances, but the meeting of their eyes steadies him. In the rich brown of Eddie’s, Steve thinks he sees all the things he wants to say echoed back. They gaze at each other in silence that thickens every millisecond until Eddie says, “make him pay,” and Steve lifts his chin in acknowledgement. He knows it’s not what Eddie means to say, thinks he understands why he can’t. 

There will be plenty of time for their confessions when they get out of this alive. And they will. Steve is sure of it. 

✏️✏️✏️✏️

It’s over.

It was hard. Bad. But it’s done. Vecna a smoldering ruin on the Upside Down version of the Creel House lawn. 

Steve doesn’t feel triumphant, exactly. They’d almost died, strangled by the vines, briefly outmatched by Vecna. He is relieved, though. Eager to get back to the trailer park, to Eddie and Dustin.

They traverse the Upside Down, silent now and free of earthquakes, closing in on the trailer park in record time. 

Up ahead, Steve makes out a hunched shape that must be Dustin in his ghillie suit. He wonders where Eddie is, but he’s not afraid. 

He picks up speed to close the distance faster. “Dustin!” he shouts. He means it to sound excited, triumphant, but it’s strangled. His heart’s beating too fast.

Steve is near enough, makes out the dark heap at Dustin’s feet. Someone is chanting a high-pitched, unbroken rhythm of “no, no, no, no, no, nononono,” and it takes him several long moments to realize the sound is coming from his own mouth. He can’t make himself stop.

“Steve,” Dustin sobs. He’s covered in red, leaned over Eddie’s prone form. 

There’s so much blood, congealing in dark pools on the grey earth.

“Eddie, Eddie, hey, hey,” Steve falls to his knees, fighting off the panicked keen building in his throat at Eddie’s mostly closed eyes. 

“Babylove, honey, sweetheart, please, please look at me, okay?” There are bites on his cheeks that Steve avoids, tapping at Eddie’s cheekbones with shaking fingers. 

Eddie’s eyes flutter, try to focus, but drift. “S’vie?” he rasps. 

“Hey, hey, It’s me. We’re gonna get you out of here, but you got to stay awake for me, okay?”

“N’ver thought I’d go to heaven,” Eddie mumbles, he fights his eyes from rolling back.

Steve forces a laugh. “What a line, man,” his focus shifts. “Robin, Nancy, we need to stop the bleeding.” 

They work in a flurry of motion, Steve talking to Eddie, struggling to keep him alert. 

“You gotta stay with me, Eds. Okay? I can’t be without you. You know that, right? You’re everything, Eddie. Everything.”

Eddie smiles with teeth full of blood. “Whatever you say, angel,” he whispers. His eyes slide shut.

Steve swallows his scream, hefts Eddie into his arms, and runs.

(Part 7)

This is a rough one, please feel free to shout at me about it. Thank you so much for reading! One more part to go; and don't worry, nobody dies and there's a happy ending.

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[snowbazzledestielshipper]

This either ends with a fist or a kiss

An excerpt

Summary: Simon and Baz agree to a truce and a fake dating plot (Baz’s idea), to undermine the Mage and a new magical weapon that he plans to use on the old families, but when they go home for winter break, they are met with an icy attitude and understandable distrust from Malcolm. They decide to leave and head for the Pitch summer home and get swept up in the magic of the winter hols. Will they be able to stop the Mage in time and gain the trust of Malcolm and the rest of the families before it’s too late? And will Penny ever be looped in?

Tags: Fake dating, getting together, canon divergence, smut, winter romance, cozy adventure, mystery, minor political intrigue, canon typical violence, canon typical vampires, they were roommates, penny gets left out but I promise it isn’t on purpose, swearing, proposal, not all tags here are featured in the excerpt,

Simon

The bastard fainted.

I don’t know if he was angry, mad, or both, I don’t even know why he was still in here, but I stepped out of the loo, thinking I was alone, and Baz was suddenly on the ground!

I gasp and move over to his side.

He hit his head on the way to the floor, and it’s bleeding slightly. His nostrils flare wildly, but at least that means he’s breathing. I sit on my feet, pick up his head, and place it on the end of my knees, cradling him.

“Baz? Baz, wake up! What’s happened?”

He flutters his eyelashes with a flair of dramatics that I’ve come to expect from him.

“Simon, next time you decide to step into a room starkers, would you please give a warning?” He opens his eyes completely, and then blinks a few times like he’s trying to wake up from a dream.

I wasn’t even starkers?

His eyes meet mine and his mouth falls open slightly, and he has a weird look on his face.

“Baz, you’re bleeding, can I help you?”

“I suppose, but please put on trackie bottoms.”

We both blush and I scramble off the floor, dropping his head and sending it banging on the floor again.

“Fuck!”

“Ow! What the hell, Snow?”

“Fuck, I’m so sorry Basil.”

I shift from side to side, not knowing what to do as Baz shakes off the presumable dizziness and gets up unsteadily.

I grab the trackie bottoms from my suitcase after making sure Baz is steady, and pull them on quickly, before taking him to the loo to bandage his head. I seat him on the toilet and get to work.

“How do you know how to do this? I thought the nurse always patched you up after our fights and when you get back from missions.”

“I get into a lot of scrapes during the summer. Usually other children ganging up on me because I’m different. There’s no one to patch you up in care.”

“Oh,” He says quietly. “I’m sorry, that sounds lonely.”

“It is a bit.”

“Stay with me this summer, no more care homes, food when you need it, and I promise to patch you up after I’ve bullied you.” He smiles softly, but I can’t tell if he’s serious.

“Baz,” I warn. He must have banged his head too hard, he isn’t making sense. He’s looking at me, softly!

“I’m serious, Snow.”

“I’d like that, but your parents don’t like me, you don’t like me.” I finish off the bandaging, it wasn’t a huge cut, but it needed to stop bleeding.

“I may hate you, but I don’t dislike you, Simon.” There’s a sparkle in his eye, and something else.

“Sure, you’ve been bullying me because you fancy me, and I’m the queen mum.”

He blinks, looking shocked and starts blushing to his ears.

“Baz?”

“Hm.”

Then three things happen at once; I realize how close we are, Baz stands, trying to leave and brings us closer, and I realize that, holy shit, Baz wasn’t lying or acting or even taking the piss slightly. He doesn’t hate me, I think he’s in love with me.

I spin us and pin him to the wall, we’re even closer.

“Simon-”

I don’t let him finish, I kiss him gently, insistently, just like I’ve wanted to. Hopefully like he’s wanted me to.

He kisses back, keeping pace at first, then speeding it up until it’s desperate, never losing the gentleness somehow.

He pushes me back, until I’m pressed to the bathroom counter, never breaking the kiss.

Why would we?

Air, I need air, I haven’t taken a breath in a minute. Fuck.

I pass out this time, my lungs giving out, my brain starving for oxygen, my heart beating wildly for so so many reasons.

Baz

He passed out.

Simon Snow is at my family’s summer cottage, passed out because we were kissing and he forgot to breathe.

I catch him as he’s falling and shift him to the floor, settling his head into my lap.

We’re mirroring earlier when I was in the same position.

I kiss his forehead, chuckling as he blinks awake.

“Hello, Snow.”

“Basil, were we…”

I freeze.

“Yes.”

“Good. Thanks for saving my head.” He grins. It’s one of his chosen one, Simon “Sunshine” Snow smiles. The kind that have never been directed at me. “I wish I could have saved yours, I’m sorry about that.”

“Simon, you are amazing.”

“No, I’m the worst. I couldn’t even save you from the floor.”

I kiss him.

“Simon, you could never be the worst.”

“Let’s go to bed, Baz.” He changes the subject.

I let him get away with it and nod, not trusting my words.

“Baz? If it wasn’t obvious before, I fancy you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Snow? When did you know? That you fancy me?”

“I’ve been hiding from myself. You called me Simon earlier.”

“No I didn’t. How long has it been?”

“Years.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“You could have told me. I was hiding it from myself, so I didn’t know, but you did. We could have been doing this much sooner.”

I wish we could have. I don’t think we would, though.

“You would have punched me.”

“I would not!” He protests.

“Simon, we’ve been antagonizing each other since we met. You would have thought I was taking the piss.”

He sighs.

“Basil, I can’t say that I wouldn’t have, but I have a hard time believing anyone could love me. I haven’t had anyone other than Penelope tell me that.”

“I do. I have.” I pause to gather myself. “I love you, Simon.”

“I do too, to you. I just can’t say it yet, but I will.” He stumbles over the words, like we’re in class and he’s casting a spell. These words are more magic than a spell though.

He’s so lovely. I want to kiss him.

I can kiss him, so I do. Slowly, I explore his lips, and he matches my energy. It feels almost holy, like walking into Notre Dame.

A shiver runs down my spine and I yawn, accidentally breaking the kiss.

Tomorrow I will wake up in his arms.

Tomorrow he will still be mine. I’ve gotten everything I’ve ever wanted and it feels unreal.

Thank you so much for reading this little tidbit, I hope to have the full fic up by end of February at the pace I’m currently going, but who knows what might happen between then and now!

Come find me over on Ao3 at Snowbazzle_Destiel_shipper, where I have been writing since 2016!

I have a few other Snowbaz fics up currently, several more to come, just shy of 20 for supernatural, and a few other various fics I’ve written over the years!

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Inside Mitch's Mind Ch3

Summary:: Here it is! Took me all day to finish! Our boy planning something big! Not saying to much!

Today is the day! The day has come at last! Donnie's carlot is passin ownership. Gotta look sharp. Just know the suit to wear. See a vision in the mirror. Could tell somethin is wrong. Wish she would tell me. Turned,” Jury is out baby. Tell me what's going on. Maybe I can help. Oh wait. Is it me finally closin the car deal? Afraid might leave ya behind? Nah, that's not gonna happen. We are a team remember? We will figure this out together. Now come here sugar. Let me hold ya.* She holds me close. Tears in her eyes as she whispers,” In a way? Yes. Might miss working with my man all day. Feel safe. Bar has been my home for so long! What's gonna come of it? Tell me you're giving it up! It's your baby! “ Oh my baby is scared of the future. Rome wasn't built in a day. Still haven't finalized on the employee list. Have to find a way to calm her nerves. Looked down,” I'm not givin up on Bred to Buck. Would never do that. Reason… why… I'm thinking about passin ownership to you baby. Helped me a lot through the years. Especially with the renovations . Ya know how to handle the books since ya helped me with them. Still perform,and so will you. If ya want to.” That declaration made her whimper with either joy,or sadness again. Can't till at the moment. Kiss her head again,” l love you baby. Ya know that? How about ya get dressed. Want my baby there,and afterwards? Gonna celebrate. Do anything ya want. “ Look up at me again smile,” Do you have faith in me to run the bar? Mitch, baby, never done that before. It might go under!” Kiss her lips again,” Got a family to help remember? Have Goodie,and Dwight to the other stuff. You always wanted to run the bar right? Now's your chance. I mean when I said about performin. Have a beautiful voice. Not sayin that  as your boyfriend. Sayin as someone who believes in ya. Now we really need to get ready for that meeting.” 

As I pull up to the car lot.Looking at the vast rows of cars! Shit another adventure awaits me. Taking a deep breath. Trying not to look nervous. Breezy squeezes my hand to give me some courage. So glad she's here. Her first time being here. Not the last time my darlin. Oh she would be here a lot. Told her she would bring me lunch,and “ other” stuff I need the most. Behind closed doors. Okay, I'll figure that out later on. Time to sign dem papers! Donnie couldn't stop staring at Breezy. Had to tell him to remember he's married,and she's all mine. Love to make her blush as she leaned against me as we sat down. It's official! At last ! The lot is mine!! 

Took a walk around the lot. Boy! Lots to take in. Sat on one the car hoods. Pat spot next to me,” Come on darlin. Sit next to me. Watch the sun set. Better yet. Snuggle with your man. Oh honey bee. Have so many ideas for the place. Don't know where to begin. Think I'll ask Fred,and the others to stop by tomorrow to see what kind of ideas they have. So… how about we get out of here? Dinner awaits,and something special afterwards?” Noticed her looking up at me with sparkingness in those beautiful eyes of hers,” Exactly where are we going? Hope somewhere nice. Love to be alone with you,and no one else around Love those kinds of dates ya know.* Oh she would love this one. We're going to Bred to Buck. Had the place closed for a special event . 

Gee, I hope she likes what I have in store for her. Thinking about this moment for a long fucking time. After her gettin hurt made me realize somethin. Life is too short. Time to make it happen. 

Deadline yesterday: 

Just me and the boys around the bar yackin about shit. Nothin important till  Tyson noticed me dropping on the floor. His brown eyes bugged out,” Tell me that's what I think it is man?! After all these years with her? Gonna grow through it? “ Pat his shoulder,” Yep I am . Can't wait any longer. Every time I tried. Either life happens,and shit,and I lose my nerve. Time is now. After signin them papers tomorrow. Plan on proposing. Meanin we're postponing the opening. “ Dwight knows the whole story since I kind of told him once while drinking. Told me love like that doesn't come often. That's true. Never thought I'll find someone like her. Not even when I was younger. Bout to say something when Goodie shots,” Looks who decide to come to work. Our other sharpshooter. Wanna be the first one to say . Welcome back .” See the others hug her, even Armand . Heard him whisper that he's sorry.  Part of me want to believe him. Gonna take time. Walked over,* Hey, y'all don't have any other things to do? Meaning….” Dwight nods as he leaves the room. Not before placing the ring in the hiding place where I can find it later. Alone at last. Kiss her forehead,* Thought you're gonna be home restin. Doctors orders remember?” Looking up at me with those beautiful eyes. Never stop looking at them,” Couldn't sit home. Too quiet ya know. Not the same without Pop. Miss him so much. Thought I'll come over to help set it up for tomorrow.” 

Chuckles as I pull her close to smell her special scent,” Think ya heard wrong my little girl. I'ts day after tomorrow. Place is reserved for a private event. Very hush hush. Besides, Have a meeting tomorrow. If ya be so inclined to accompany me?* 

Breezy pulls me out of my thoughts.Smile while opening the car door like a gentleman I am,* All of your answers will be answered soon darlin. Need a female opinion on the decorations for the private party. Then we can go out . Promise.” Look at me with that” I know something's up “ look as we approach the door to see a beautiful table for two lights down low. Whisper ,” clients left a note for us to change our not outfits. Clothes are in the office. See? The clients were here years ago. Met each other here. Thought the would be a nice touch ya know. * Kisses my lips as she leaves,” Think that's a sweet idea. Wish I could remember them. Bet ya do. You, my cowboy, have a photographic memory. Love to help. Think I'll remember them when they arrive?” Winked,” Yeah, ya will no get. They're on the way.”

Moment later I'm in my flannel shirt jean combo ,and baseball cap leaning against the bar at the very spot I was that day. . Nervous as shit now! No holdin back now. Hear her voice. Okay, it's time. See her in that outfit still takes my breath away. Cleared my throat,” Tell me that you have experience in bein a waitress. I'm dyin here “ See she's a bit confused for a moment till he says* “ You get your boots I do, my name is Breezy Rosemarie Miller. Been waitin on tables at my family’s dinner back in TX. Have pretty good experience with serving drinks . So.. when do I start?” Steps forward” You're hired. Name’s Mitch Keller.” 

Think she caught on to my plan. Cleared my throat,” Time to fess up. Planned this evening for us. I Want to do something special for my baby girl. Ever since that day. Felt like fate brought you to me. To fill my full life with some joy. Gave ya a safe haven to heal your fragile mind, heart ,and soul. Been through so much through the years. My partner.” Oh one knee,and holds the ring in my hand,” I love you Breezy . So much. Would you do the honor to be my wife?* Hand covers her mouth as she cries,” Yes! I'll be yours forever! How ..?* After slipping the ring on her finger,” Been wanna propose to ya for a while now. After.. almost loosin ya thought time was too short. Might not have another shot with all of that drama we endured. Need some happiness. When the time is right? How about we go,and see your brothers? Haven't seen Benny boop in awhile.* Hugs me close again,” Love that. Can't wait to tell them the good news.” 

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The Subtleties of Steve Harrington Part 4

The last part. Thank you all so much for the this story got. It was a fun thought experiment on people reacting to Steve not being straight.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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One year later

Steve loved going to Indy just to get Eddie his favorite chocolates. He loved that it took effort and dedication to get something Eddie enjoyed. They had found this place on one of their trips up here. It was a specialty chocolate shop that sold all sorts of sweets. Eddie’s favorite were the dark chocolate truffles.

Steve found them a bit too bitter for his taste, but Eddie loved the mouth feel.

So he slipped into the shop while Eddie was distracted at the nearby record store.

He stepped up to counter, trying to decide what he wanted to get for himself. He had just about decided when someone came out of the back.

“Welcome to Sweetie’s!” came the cheery voice. “What can I‒Steve?!”

Steve’s head snapped up and gasped. “Andy?”

Sure enough, standing in front of him was the first boy Steve had ever kissed.

“Holy shit!” Andy exclaimed and hurried around the counter to hug him. “How’s it been, man?”

Steve hugged him back. “It’s great. Really great.”

“Come sit, sit,” Andy said practically vibrating. “Mom! I’m taking my break!”

“Okay, sweetie!” a woman called from the back.

“So you’re the sweetie the store is named after?” Steve teased.

Andy blushed. “I tried to push for Candy Andy’s but she thought more people would come in if they thought it was feminine.”

Steve grimaced. “Sadly, she’s probably right.”

Andy sighed. “Too true. She’s only helping me get it off the ground, but once it’s full up and running, it’s mine.”

Steve clapped him on the shoulder. “That’s awesome. I’m glad to see you doing so well.”

“So what are you up these days?” Andy asked as they finally sat down at one of the table the shop had.

“Learning to be an EMT,” Steve said. “I found out I was really good at handling emergency situations and the thought of being able to help people just made it all the more exciting for me.”

“That’s amazing,” Andy said. “I heard about the earthquake. Did you lose anybody?”

Steve shook his head. “It was a near thing for a couple people I hold dear, though. One broke both her legs and blinded her and the other nearly died from blood loss.”

Andy winced. “Are they okay now?”

Steve nodded. “She’s getting to the point where she can make out shapes now and the doctors are hopeful that she regain the ability to see colors.”

Andy eyed him slyly. “And who’s the lucky girl?” Steve blushed so deep, it went from the tips of his ears to the vee of his polo shirt. “Or boy?”

Before Steve could answer Eddie flounced in and began nibbling on Steve’s ear, punctuating each bite with, “Bites you!”

Steve turned his head and kissed his lips.

“Ooohh...” Eddie crowed. “Kiss you!” And promptly melted into Steve’s side.

“Eddie?” Andy asked.

Eddie finally realized that there was someone else in the shop. He blinked owlishly at the person in front of him as he brain slowly turned back on. “Andy?”

“The one and only,” Andy said. He turned to Steve. “Looks you’re the lucky boy.”

Steve ducked his head. “He’s my everything.”

And it was Eddie’s turn to blush.

“So are you gay?” Andy asked Steve.

Steve shook his head. “Bisexual. I thought I was gay all the way through elementary and some of middle school. Realized I liked girls too.”

“After Stevie and I got together we learned we shared our first kiss with the same boy,” Eddie said with a grin.

Andy’s jaw dropped. “No way! Me?” He started laughing.

Steve nodded. “Apparently we have the same great taste in boys.”

Andy blushed.

“Sorry about what happened in your seventh grade,” Eddie said. “I sorry I ran and left you to deal with all that.”

Steve grimaced. “I’m sorry, too. For standing by and letting Tommy and the others bully you like that.”

Andy looked back and forth between them. “Holy shit, you two are serious! Guys I love you both, but Jesus. I never blamed either of you for what happened. It was all Tommy Hagen and we all know it.” Eddie and Steve shifted uncomfortably in their seats. “And apparently he got help after high school and did a lot of grovelling.”

Just then the door swung to the shop swung open.

“Hey, babe,” the person said, “they were out of turkey so I got chicken is that okay?”

Eddie and Steve froze, not daring to turn around. Andy beamed up at the newcomer.

“That’s fine,” he said. “Come say hi. A couple of our old classmates stopped by.”

The person cocked his head in confusion but came around the table to see who Andy was talking to.

Steve looked up first. “Hey, Tommy.”

Tommy looked over at Andy in shock and then back down at Steve who had another man curled around him like a teddy bear.

“Hey, Hagen,” Eddie said with a grin. “I see you worked out that internalized homophobia. Good on you, dude.”

“Holy fucking shit!” Tommy yelped. He looked between Steve and Eddie trying to force his brain to work out what was in front of him. “Are you two going out?”

Steve nodded. “Just stopped in our favorite candy shop to pick up this one’s favorite chocolates for our one year anniversary.”

Eddie blushed and shoved hair in front of his face to hide it. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

Steve pulled him in even tighter to his side. “Anything for you. You know that.”

“Back atcha, big boy!” Eddie crowed and kissed him.

Tommy slid next to Andy on the other side of the table, setting down their lunch. He ran his nail through a scratch on the table. “I didn’t realize you liked boys, Steve.”

“Ah.”

Eddie bristled a little. “You were his best friend for years and you didn’t notice?”  

Steve put a hand over Eddie’s fidgeting one. “It’s okay, sunshine. I hid it really well.”

Andy nudged Tommy’s shoulder. “Meet my first kiss,” he said pointing to Steve, “and my first boyfriend.” He pointed to Eddie.

“Your first kiss was Steve?” Tommy asked a bit mournfully.

Steve shrugged. “It was just one of the cute little kid things that happened on the playground in third grade. But he was so sweet.”

“That would have been before I moved in,” Tommy said, nodding. “That makes sense, I guess. Knew about the first boyfriend thing though...”

“Not your finest hour,” Andy said.

“Not my finest decade, fucking hell,” Tommy agreed. “Steve here figured out being a homophobic douchebag was shit well before I did. I had to be forced into therapy by the university I was going to when I had a breakdown in the middle of one of my classes before I did.”

Steve winced. “To be fair, it took some cognitive realignment on Jonathan Byers and Billy Hargrove’s part to enact that change.”

Andy and Tommy exchanged confused glances.

“He means he got hit in the head too many times,” Eddie supplied.

Tommy grimaced. “Yeah, I was there for the first one and heard about the second.”

“Sided with Billy on the second,” Eddie growled.

Andy frowned. “Who’s Billy Hargrove?”

“A bully transfer student,” Eddie explained, “from Cali that showed up their senior year and proceeded to make Steve’s life hell.”

“I think we established that I was an asshole,” Tommy said.

Steve gave Eddie’s hand a squeeze. “Eddie’s just overprotective of me.” He brought the hand to his lips and gave the tips of his fingers a kiss.

Eddie melted. “I just hate thinking about how alone you were and I didn’t do anything about it.”

Steve nuzzled his neck. “I don’t think I would have accepted your help. But thank you.”

Tommy smiled. “You guys are really good for each other.”

Eddie smiled at Steve. “Yeah, yeah we are.”

Steve coughed, blushing all the way to his ears. “So...how did this happen?” He waved his finger between Andy and Tommy.

“Well after a year of intense therapy,” Tommy explained, “where me and my therapist figured out I was a really repressed homosexual, I went on a journey of trying to make amends with the people I’d wronged.”

“Nice to know I didn’t make the list,” Eddie huffed.

Tommy winced. “You were just so unflappable I didn’t think it bothered you. Which is still shitty now that I think about it. It shouldn’t matter if it bothered you or not, I should have apologized.”

“Yeah, you should’ve,” Eddie agreed dryly.

Tommy nodded his head once. “So let’s do it now. I’m sorry I was dick from the moment I laid eyes on you until the moment I left Hawkins. You were so cool and knew exactly what you want and how to get it. I just couldn’t handle it I guess.”

Eddie’s eyes went comically wide. “You thought I was cool?”

Tommy nodded shyly.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” he cooed.

“Steve was my first crush on a boy, though,” Tommy said jutting his chin Steve’s direction.

Steve grinned. “I know.”

The entire table erupted.

“What?!”

Steve shrugged his shoulders. “Dude, you always tried get the shower next to mine in PE and basketball. That is not best friend/dude behavior.”

Tommy winced. “So why didn’t you say anything?”

“I figured you were bisexual like me and you were dating Carol at the time,” Steve explained. “I wasn’t about to break that up, man.”

Tommy cocked his head to the side. “Fair. Would have dropped her in a heartbeat if I had known it was mutual.”

“I like it better this way,” Andy said. “Being your first boyfriend.”

Eddie kissed Steve’s temple. “Me too.”

“Can’t argue with that logic,” Tommy said kissing Andy on the mouth.

Steve blushed. “I’ve learned arguing with Eddie is like pissing in the wind. Yeah, you’ve relieved yourself, but you’re the only one that got wet.”

Eddie cackled. “That is one hell of a way to tell me I’m better at arguing then you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve murmured.

Andy stood up. “I’ll just have to eat this later, baby,” he said getting up. “My breaks over.”

Tommy stood up and grabbed both of their sandwiches, heading to the back of the store.

Andy slid behind the counter. “So what can I get you boys? It’s on the house.”

“You don’t have to do that, man,” Eddie protested.

“Nah, I want to,” Andy said with a huge grin.

“A dozen dark chocolate truffles and a dozen cherry cordials,” Steve said.

Andy laughed. “Coming right up.”

He got out a couple of boxes and folded them deftly into shape and added the desired chocolates to each box. And then after a moment of thought pulled out his smallest box and folded it into shape. He placed two chocolates into it and put it gently on top of the other boxes.

“They’re for Steve to eat,” Andy explained. “But they’re really for Eddie.”

“Oh no!” Steve moaned.

“What’s up?” Eddie asked confused.

“They’re sour aren’t they?” Steve bemoaned.

Andy winked. “Raspberry.”

Eddie blinked for a moment and then started laughing. “With much appreciation, good sir!”

“You’re welcome,” Andy said. “Stop by anytime. Maybe next time we’ll all do something together.”

Eddie and Steve shared a glance.

“I think we’d like that,” Steve said softly.

Eddie nodded and they walked out the door, dropping each other’s hands as they went back to the real world.

Later that night when Eddie and Steve were alone in their hotel room, Steve got out the raspberry chocolates.

Steve grabbed on and Eddie grabbed the other. They popped it into their mouths and with their silly puckered faces leaned in for a kiss.

They broke off laughing.

“I think I prefer non-sour kisses,” Eddie groused.

“Me, too,” Steve said, leaning forward for a proper kiss. They melted into each other, like the chocolate on their lips.

Steve let Eddie gently lay him down on the bed. “I love you so much.”

“Love you until the end of time, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured.

“Good.”

Having a boyfriend made it a lot easier for people to not assume Steve was automatically straight. There was still some confusion because sometimes people’s hetero goggles were too thick to see past the end of their nose. But Steve didn’t care about those people anyway.

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when worlds collide

smau non!idol ningning x reader

8.5 movie night part 2

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Now here you are, letting the schools' richest, most spoiled students into your roach-infested dorm. You never believed in nightmares coming true, yet here you are in one.

“Oh, What a nice place you have!”  You could see Ningning gritting her teeth throughout the whole sentence. “Really? It looks like shit to me.” And there goes Haewon onto the ground from a not so subtle jab from Ningning.

 “Ok, So what movies next? Let’s let Wonyoung pick!” You tried to steer the conversation away from that embarrassing reminder.  

“You just feel bad that you knocked her out.” It did not work.

“Anyways….Wonyoung what movie?”

“Hm, I heard ‘My Best Friend’s Wedding’ is a good romantic comedy! It’s about being hopelessly in-love with your best friend and trying to win their heart!”

Your stomach began to churn.

it’s definitely just a coincidence that she chose that, right? 

“Aw, that movies so cute! I wish I could experience being in love with my childhood friend!” 

Ok, now it’s starting to feel intentional.

“Y/n, you ever felt like that before?” So, bumping into them wasn’t a coincidence at all. This was on purpose. Still, no way they would blurt out your secret, right? It was obvious at this point that you were nervous, and the silence in the air began to drag out.

“No way she has! She’s only grown up with Yujin and me. We would know if something was going on in her life.” Jimin defended you, but why did that still hurt so much? You felt a ping in your heart, and your stomach dropped. All you could do was laugh and agree, yet the air in the room didn’t get any less awkward.

“So, are we starting the movie?” Yelled an impatient, loud Yunjin, and so the film began.

You hated the movie. All you could do was relate. Would you stop Jimin from getting married? Would you ever tell her how you felt?

You began to feel overwhelmed and slipped out of the dorm while everyone focused on the film. Stepping outside, you let a long breath out. You didn’t even realize how tense you were feeling inside. The thought of Jimin seeing your reaction, Yujin potentially having another slip-up, or those rich assholes teasing you was enough to make you incredibly stressed.

This moment of peace didn’t last, though. You heard the door open and quickly straightened up. You couldn’t let your friends see you so anxious. Only it wasn’t your friend at the door; it was your psych partner?

“Why’d you run out?"

“I don’t have time for you, Ningning. Just leave me alone.”

“I didn’t come to fight, honestly.” How could you ever believe that? She’s the whole reason that you’re feeling like this.

“Really? Then why are you out here?”

“I know what it feels like, y’know. To be in love with a friend, just for it to end badly.”

You found that hard to believe, but stayed silent.

“Yeonjun and I grew up together as neighbors. He was everything to me. We did everything together, and he even gave me a promise ring when we were 7 years old. Sure, it was a daisy he tied around my finger, but it’s the thought that counts. Then that bitch, Aeri, came in and took him from me. I know I blame her a lot for it, but both parties were responsible.” Ningning’s voiced started to crack up.

“ It ruined me for a while. I couldn’t show up to school and told everyone I was going to Paris fashion week; In reality, I was hauled up in my room eating mint chocolate ice cream.”  Was she actually being genuine? She wouldn’t even turn to look at you, is she trying not to cry…?

“Oh, I’m sorry that happened.” That was all you could say; you couldn’t help but actually feel bad for Ningning. You could feel the hurt in her voice. Is she really trying to relate to you? Well, if she’s pouring her heart out to you, what do you have to lose? She already knows about your crush.

“If it makes you feel any better, I can kind of relate. You already know how I feel about Jimin; It’s not a surprise anymore. We blame friends our freshman year of high school. When I first laid my eyes on her, it felt like my whole world turned into color. She was always so attentive and never left me behind, no matter how popular she got. Yet she could never see how I felt about her. I watched her date person after person, always wondering when it'd be my turn. Sophomore year, on Valentine's Day, I even got her a chocolate bear and bouquet; in return, I got a ‘Thanks, you’re the best friend a girl could ask for.’ The one time I decided to be brave enough and confess, I was too late.”

Tears started running down your face before you could even process them. You never told anyone how you really felt before; besides Yujin, you never could. Jimin was always part of your friend group, so it would’ve just made things weird. So being able to vent, even to someone you hate, felt good.

You waited for the awkward silence to start, but instead you felt a warm embrace. The same person who was threatening you less then 12 hours ago, is hugging you.

“It’s okay; your secrets are safe with me. Don’t worry about Jimin finding out; she won’t.”

Before you got a chance to respond, you heard the door slam open and a loud “LET’S GO!” Came from Haewon. You’ve been outside so long that the movie had ended. Quickly drying your tears, you waved goodbye to your surprise guest of the day and apologized once more for hitting Wonyoung.

“Y/N, are you okay? Did she say anything to you?” Yunjin was defensive and ready to chase Ningning down if she did hurt you.

“Nah, we were just talking about the midterm project. Anyone up for one more movie?”

And so you spent your night laughing and crying at various movies with your friends, still wondering what would come from the conversation with Ningning.

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(Synopsis) Y/N had never been the type to take life for granted. You grew up with the mindset that if you wanted something, you had to work for it; So getting paired up with the university’s “Rich Bitch” Ning Yi Zhuo for your midterm was the last thing you wanted. Are you willing to step into the world of fame for an A+?

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[deadpool15]

Beach day

Zoe's POV

Double-check everything yet again to make sure we have all the necessities. I literally have no faith in myself when it comes to packing. It's ridiculous at this point. I look at the time, "O, shit. Baby, do you have all the snacks and stuff. That was your job, remember." I yelled out of our bedroom door. I hurry and run back in the room, grabbing our bags and then feeling around for our phones. Sad truth is my girlfriend loses her fucking phone all the time, I have to keep track of it for her. "I think I have everything unless you added something to the list last minute that I don't know about." Redy tells me.

I can already hear the smirk on her face when saying that. I got girlfriend intuition, yall. I don't need to see her face to know what she talks smack in there. I ran back in the room, realizing I had forgotten my sandels. "I see we throwing shade now. Don't make me have to come in there and fix that face for you. It won't be pretty, babe." Now all I hear is silence. Good, she in there think she slick, throwing shots.

Walking into the kitchen, I see her, my beautiful girlfriend. Is she really still packing these snacks after she just told me that we're all set and ready to go. "Wow, so we just lying for free now. Like that ain't even something you got to lie about, Soobin." She looks at me shocked, sitting there with her mouth wide open and stops packing the snacks. Great, now we are going to be even more late.

Redy's POV

I turn around and drop the snacks on the counter. Just to stare at her and she looks at my face and starts laughing. "First, it's never that serious to use my government name. Second, I'm glad you think that's funny. You can be the one to explain to Lia unnie why we were late." She immediately stops laughing. I go back to packing the snacks with Zoe clingy on to my back, trying to get me to change my mind. "Baby, I was just playing like it was a joke. I mean, like total reference vibes, you get it. Like Bada said it, and I mean I'm your girlfriend, so I'm allowed to say it more than she is." I turned around from the bag that I had finished packing during her little run but let her keep going because it's funny. I mean, she is weirdly scared of my leader for some reason.

Lia Kim can be intimidating, well kinda I think. But overall, she is just your average kind-hearted soul. "Baby, I didn't vibe with her when she said it. Plus, it's like an unspoken rule in our relationship. You don't call me but my government I don't call yours. For example, my names for you consist of baby, jagiya, and babe. And your names for me are babe, lovely and my heart. Now tell me where in that you hear anything about a Soobin?" I told her with a straight face.

Zoe's POV

I look at her straight face and lean in to kiss her lips. I mean, I got to get on the tip takes I'd you know what I mean but achieve it. It's crazy. When I watched SWF2, if I didn't already know my baby, I would've really, and I thought we were close in height. Like Bada made her like like one of those smurfs. But she is 5'6 and sadly, Mama gave a girl some ass instead of height, so I'm sitting here at 5'1. Eventually, I realized I spaced out, and Redy had already taken the bags to the car. She hasn't come back, so I get that's her way I saying she is waiting in the car and I have to lock the door. "Typical, I'm dating a child", I had to look around the room and make she wasn't still in here because I don't need her knowing I'm throwing shade after telling her to stop throwing shade.

I make my way to the car to see her there smiling with one hand on the steering wheel and the other in the air. "This hand ain't getting any younger. It needs to be in its rightful spot." I start to jog to the car and open the passenger door and sit down. "You are so dramatic. See you happy now?" I said while placing her hand down on my thigh and locking our fingers together. She just smilies and starts to drive.

See, the girls of 1 million thought it would be a good idea while they are on a little break to go to Jeju Island. I, of course, agreed before Redy could argue her way out of wanting to lay down at home instead. She has been working so hard, and I know she needs this. Even though she refuses to admit it, a relaxtion day with her favorite girl will be like happiness to her. We got to Jeju yesterday and have been staying in a villa near the beach area, so it's just a little ride over.

Kinda didn't wanna go at first because of Lia Kim. Now I'm not saying there is anything wrong with her. Or bad blood between us because we barely know each other, to be honest. I've only met her a couple of times, all during celebrations that the studio has decided to throw. When I first got to Korea, I had no one. When I started dating Redy, she introduced me to all her friends with her being a extrovert the list was huge. But, I love that about her. She tried her very best and still does to include me even when she doesn't have to. Lia just gave off that reserved don't fuck with me vibe. I didn't say anything about it because that's my girlfriends boss, who she looks up to very much. Though, I feel like she is just scooping me put trying to make sure I'm all for Redy. Like, duh I am I fucking love this girl.

We pull up to the beach, and I can already see Harimu and Amy chasing each other. Their energy is crazy. I'm not built for all that. Redy gets out and grabs the bags. I try to take them from her but she side eyes me. "The fuck", I yell out as she runs away to the group. I make it around everyone and start saying my hellos and bowing, especially to Ms. Kim, she ain't gonna catch me slipping. Redy jumps up and starts playing tag with Amy, and then a couple of other members get up to join in the fun. For someone who didn't wanna go in the first place, she is very much not acting like it. "Zoe is literally burning out here. Take off your coat." I finally her Debby speaks up to me.

That's right. I forgot I had this on. "Yea, I sometimes forgot, since I live in my goodies pretty much qll the time". I move to take off my coat, revealing my camisole top. Causing whistles and shouts to come from the girls. "Look at you," Lia finally says to me. Omg that's good she is complenting me. That'd like 33 scored points. Maybe she is cool with me.

Redy's POV

I turn around when I hear Harimu screaming like always, and she zoe taking off her hoodie. I didn't really see what was so interesting until I saw the shirt she was wearing. That fucking sinful shirt. It shows every lesbians dreams in one. The sad part is that my precious baby isn't aware of the effect she has on people. I have to constantly fight bitches off, because of her. I make my way over to the group when I see Lia unnie starting to grill some meat for everyone. Only to see Debby just staring at Zoe's chest. Now I know when it comes down to it, she wouldn't leave me, nor would I. And she wouldn't cheat, so I fully trust her, but looking that dammm good in front of Debby of all people yea, I gotta step in. "Oo, we are about to eat finally." Everyone starts to laugh at me while Unnie points a finger at me playfully. I look at Zoe and push a curl behind her face, and notice she did her edges before she got here. Meaning she had no intentions of getting in the water. She looks up and me and smiles.

God, I know the smile is innocent, but she looks so good right now it's so hard not to kiss her, so I do. I lean it with her, thinking I'm simply pecking her lips and trying to move. I grab the back of her neck and pull her towards me to deepen the kiss. She is startled at first, most likely shy with everyone around, but quickly forgets about them and keeps kissing me. I finish the kiss, and she sits there. He looks all dazed and out of breath and then kisses her forehead. "Oo yess, get it girl", Amy is literally yelling from her spot by the grill while looking at us.

I just continue to stare at my baby, and then I grip her waist. She feels so far away from me. I pull her closer to the point where her legs are touching mine. So I grab that and place them on my lap. I turn to the side and make eye contact with Debby, or more so tried to she just looks away and starts to hum awkwardly. I'm glad someone finally got the message, I think, while rubbing my girls legs.

(This was a request brought on by @demie90s. Hopefully, you like it 😀. Again, if yall got any requests, send them in sweets. This took forever because my mother bragged to my aunt, who is a writer that I write, now she on my back, blowing up my phone to try to see my work. Like girl, the shit I write isn't what you wanna see. Also, I wanna write like full-on smut, but idk if I can do it.)

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Can't Do It On My Own - also on AO3

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Danny and Wheeler are moving in together.

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And here it is! I waffled a lot on whether or not a third installment would happen, but an idea struck me that would be a good ~finale and here we are. Title, as they all were from this series, from Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy.

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Danny yawns, fidgeting as he tries to get comfortable against the window of the car. He’s been doing this for a few minutes now, a sure sign he’s waking up, and Wheeler decides he can be annoying now.

“Wake up,” Wheeler says, poking at Danny’s thigh.

“No,” Danny whines. “I’m tired.”

“Yeah, well, that’s your decision for waking up later yesterday because the hotel was, what,” Wheeler searches the memory. “Oh, right. Too comfortable.”

“It was too comfortable,” Danny says. He snuggles further into the seat and Wheeler pokes him again. “We should have used it for more interesting reasons.”

Wheeler fights his smile. “I mean, we did. That’s why we had to wake up at, like, six this morning. We have to make up time.”

Danny pouts like hell as he shifts and glares at Wheeler. “You got meaner since you’ve been back on TV.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not driving your car if you’re asleep.” He pats Danny’s thigh. “Wake up and act like you love me.”

“I do love you,” Danny says. “But I’m tired and annoyed and my neck still hurts from MJF’s bullshit.”

Wheeler loses the wherewithal to argue. He lets Danny doze off and changes the playlist to something he likes. They’re driving into Orlando from Buffalo, moving the last few things that didn’t belong in the Pod to their new place about twenty minutes from where Wheeler had been living before. His little Orlando apartment, one bedroom and a cramped kitchen, had served him well in the past few years. But now he and Danny are, like, a serious thing. And he figured it was time to take the next step.

Danny starts snoring again, soft but present, and Wheeler reaches a hand over to rest it on Danny’s thigh. It’s comfortable. It’s natural. Wheeler’s pretty sure this is his dream for what his life would look like, but he’d never say it to Danny. Not yet, at least.

They’re about twenty minutes out when he squeezes Danny’s thigh and shakes gently.

“Danny,” he murmurs, navigating around somebody double parked in the middle of a major road. “Danny, wake up.”

There’s a weird little snuffling sound as Danny shifts.

“Come on, Danny.”

“No,” Danny mumbles. “Tired.”

“I know you’re tired,” Wheeler says, “but if you wake up, we can get coffee.”

Danny opens an eye and glances at Wheeler. “Why are you looking at me? Look at the road.”

“We’re at a stoplight.”

“Get me a macchiato. With chocolate.”

“You’ll be awake to order.”

“Says you.”

Danny is awake, it turns out, but he’s kind of bitchy about being awake, which is cuter than Wheeler wants to admit. He starts to brighten as he sips his coffee, sitting up straighter and looking around the area.

“This is cute,” he muses, in between sips. “I didn’t see the parks when we came here the first time.”

“We came from a different direction,” Wheeler says as they pass a playground with swings.

“Oh, shit, that slide is cool!” Danny lights up as he turns to Wheeler at the stop sign. “Are we close enough we could bring our kids here one day?”

Wheeler stares. And stares. And stares, long enough that a car pulls up behind them and beeps.

“You okay?” Danny asks.

Wheeler nods as he accelerates. “I – just – I kind of had this weird vision of you and I with, like, two kids going to that park and teaching them how to do the swings, is all.” He feels his cheeks heat up, and is worried until Danny grabs his hands.

“I was thinking three,” Danny says quietly, “but yeah. Yeah, me too.”

~

The giant box makes a weird thud as it drops to the floor of their new kitchen. Their kitchen.

“This is weird,” Danny says. He’s got a box propped up on shoulder and looks unfairly good with the way his muscles are bulging. “Why’s the countertop so small? And the sink is tiny.”

“We just bought this place, and you’re complaining?” Wheeler leans against the counter. “You are all kinds of annoying.

Danny drops the box on the ground and hops up on the counter. “I’m just saying.” He automatically parts his knees when Wheeler settles himself between them. He rests his hands on Danny’s thighs.

“What are you saying?” Wheeler asks. He pretends the tiny little voice telling him Danny’s going to back out hasn’t suddenly gotten much louder.

Danny’s gaze flickers to the side. “I don’t want you to change your mind on this place.”

Wheeler stares at him. “What?”

Danny groans and drops his head back, narrowly missing clocking himself on the cabinet. “I don’t know, man, this is a big step and you just fucked up your head, okay? I don’t want you to wake up one day and your stupid brain is, like, turbo healed and you regret this decision.” He takes a breath like he’s steadying himself. “This is a really big step. But, like, the first big step in a long list of big steps we could take.”

“You – you’re worried about the counters because you think I’m worried about the counters?” Wheeler’s brain is spinning. “We could, I don’t know, fucking tear this place down and remake it with whatever counters we want.”

Finally, Danny meets his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Stop acting like I’m not as in this as you are,” Wheeler demands. He steps in closer, hands on Danny’s waist. “I want this because I want you, not for any other reason.”

Danny licks his lips, hesitant, like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop or for Wheeler to give some sort of condition. Wheeler hates the way it looks on him – hesitant, worried, insecure. It’s the Danny he’s grown out of, the one whose greatest talent was self-sabotage. Wheeler loved both versions, but the newest one needs to stick.

Danny leans in, angle awkward as he presses his forehead against Wheeler’s. It’s funny, Wheeler thinks. The first dozen or so times they did this it was in the ring, hellbent on killing each other. Now it’s in their kitchen, arms around each other. Shit’s weird. “It’s, I don’t know, scary or whatever,” Danny murmurs.

“It’s allowed to be scary,” Wheeler says, “big things are scary. But you’re bigger than the worries, okay? We’re bigger than any worry you could come up with.”

Danny gets those formerly lanky limbs and essentially curls around Wheeler like an octopus. “Love you,” he mumbles into Wheeler’s hair.

“I love you, too,” Wheeler says. He holds Danny as close as he can, for as long as he can.

“Um,” he mumbles. “This is awesome and I love you all wrapped around me like this, but Magic, Claudio, and Mox should be here soon to help us move stuff in, and I don’t think we’d ever live this down.”

Danny laughs and pulls back. “We could always fuck in the kitchen, let them walk in on us.”

“I need you to know how terrifying the idea of your surrogate dad walking in on us fucking is to me,” Wheeler says. “Now get on the floor. I hate when you’re taller than me.”

“I’m always taller than you.”

“We are the exact same height.”

“Are not!” Danny jumps down. “See? I’m taller!”

“You are not!” He grabs Danny’s waist and holds him still. “Stop going up on your toes. That’s cheating.”

“I’m not,” Danny says, definitely struggling against Wheeler’s grip. And then there’s a little blush across his cheeks.

“Oh, I get it,” Wheeler says. He presses Danny against the counter. “You want to risk getting caught, so you’re riling me up so I fuck you, huh?”

“No,” Danny says, and the little smile that appears in the corners of his eyes betray his lie. “Okay, fine, not on purpose.”

“Get on the counter,” Wheeler growls, and Danny hops up without complaint. Wheeler leans in and kisses him. It’s always so good, kissing Danny. He always wants it as much as Wheeler does, always meets him with the same intensity that they get to when they meet in the ring.

Wheeler wants this forever.

Danny whimpers against his mouth, yanking Wheeler in with his legs like he’s desperate to meld together.

“If we, Danny, oh my god,” Wheeler laughs. “Breathe. Everybody will be here, like, any minute.”

“Don’t care,” Danny mumbles, sucking and biting at Wheeler’s neck in a way that will prove incredibly distracting before long. “Let ‘em watch. I want you.”

“Okay, well, when you say it like that.” Wheeler checks his phone. They don’t have a lot of time – not the time Wheeler likes to take with Danny, when it counts – but he figures a few blowjobs is a good first hurrah. “Get back up on the counter. I’m gonna blow you.”

Danny sighs.

“Is that disappointing or something?!”

“I – look, maybe I was hoping you’d fuck me against the fridge or something,” Danny says, and he has the faintest hint of a grin on his lips.

“Later,” Wheeler says, patting his thighs. “We don’t have time for me to fuck you the right way with them coming.”

Danny snickers and Wheeler ignores it. He’s already hard when he gets his sweats down his pants, and Wheeler doesn’t waste a second. He dives in, swirling his tongue around the head of Danny’s cock before ducking down and taking all of him down his throat.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Danny says. His hands fly to Wheeler’s hair.

Wheeler flips him off as he bobs, getting his other hand involved. Something buzzes in his pocket. He pulls off of Danny’s dick and strokes, thumb rubbing over the slit of Danny’s cock as Danny fucks up into his grip.

“Why’d you stop?” Danny asks. He’s got his hands braced on the counter to help him get leverage, and it’s giving Wheeler great ideas of what they can do in this kitchen when they have a little more time.

Wheeler grabs his phone and checks the message, not slowing his other hand or loosening the grip.

“We are having sex and you’re on your phone?!”

“Mox and Claudio will be here in fifteen. Mox argued with the GPS and went the wrong way,” Wheeler says, sliding his phone back into his jeans. “Or do you want to complain so I make it drag out and you don’t even get to come.”

Danny’s eyes widen. “I’ll shut up,” he says quietly.

Wheeler grins, and he thinks this is him earning being smug. “That’s what I thought.” He ducks back down, keeping grip and suction the way Danny likes it. Danny is squirming and whining, and Wheeler can sense more than see that he’s using the opportunity to do something akin to pushups on the counter.

He pulls away. “Are you working out?!”

“Gotta keep my pump going,” Danny says, grinning down.

“We are hauling loads of –”

“Yeah we are.”

Wheeler sighs and shakes his head. “Jesus Christ, Danny. Allow yourself to relax. You’re allowed to relax and, like. Enjoy it. Without doing anything else. Like fucking bits.”

Danny sighs. “I guess,” and it’s as dramatic as ever with him.

Wheeler goes slower this time, licking and focusing more than being intense about it. Intense seems silly now. They have a little time.

He keeps this pace until Danny’s whimpering and squirming worse. “Wheeler,” he whines. “Okay, this isn’t fair. Can – please?”

“Please what?” Wheeler asks, standing and stroking Danny with his hand. “What do you want Danny?”

Danny sighs. “I want to come,” he almost whispers. “I – I want you to make me – in our kitchen.”

“Yeah?” Wheeler’s heart fills with something so strong and unnameable he thinks it has to exceed love at this point. “We’re going to make every room in this house messy while we live here.”

Danny laughs as he comes, hips snapping up into the circle of Wheeler’s fist, and it’s so sweet and so good it takes Wheeler a second to realize he doesn’t have a goddamned clue where paper towels are.

“Shit,” Danny mutters.

“Don’t worry,” Wheeler says. He pulls his shirt off over his head and uses it to mop up the mess.

“I’m much more tidy than you are,” Danny says. “So. Up on the counter. I’ll remind you how exactly to do a blow job. Since you seem to have forgotten how to do it well.”

“I just gave you a great blow job!”

Danny grins up at Wheeler. “You gave a great hand job,” he corrects. “This is a great blow job.” He grabs at the waistband of Wheeler’s pants and Wheeler adjusts, lifting himself up on the counter the way Danny had before. He rolls his eyes. “Who’s working out now?”

“I – you had to take off my pants!”

“You didn’t have to be so showy about it.”

“I quite literally did or I wouldn’t be able to take my pants off.”

“Shut up so I can suck your dick.”

“You like it when I talk to you when you suck my dick.”

Danny groans. “You’re the worst. I love you.” And he leans down to take Wheeler’s cock into his mouth.

He really is good at this, Wheeler muses. Tongue swirling at the head of Wheeler’s cock on the upstroke, throat opening around him. He reaches down and brushes a thumb along Danny’s cheekbone, deciding that this, of all the things today, is the moment he wants to memorize. Maybe later tonight they can really go at it in their newly made bed. Maybe this morning was also perfect as they woke up in the hotel and got ready to go before any light had started to peek over the horizon. But this – this is a great beginning. A good start.

And, from what Wheeler can say personally, he feels great, too.

“Jesus, you’re stupidly good at this, baby,” he murmurs. “I love that mouth of yours.” He grins down at Danny, who is looking up at him. “Even when you’re being a bitch for Daddy.”

Danny groans and pulls off and glares at Wheeler. “It doesn’t work when you call yourself Daddy and I’ve already come,” he says, frowning. “If my head isn’t full of horny stupidity, it sounds ridiculous.”

“Maybe it gets me off,” Wheeler says. Danny’s got just enough hair for him to slide his hand into it, not tugging but also keeping a firm grip.

“I get you off,” Danny says, and it’s a bit petulant for somebody who just got a blow job. “It’s about me.”

Wheeler laughs, but it’s cut off fast when Danny, almost annoyed, dives back down onto Wheeler’s cock and goes to town. He was close enough before, but Danny seems to have dived in with an unseen fervor and his orgasm races toward him before he knows it.

“Danny,” he pants, hips twitching. He grips at the edge of the counter, determined not to slip right off. “Danny, I –”

With the way Danny looks up at him, mouth wrapped around Wheeler’s cock and eyes full of determination, Wheeler can’t hold back. He moans, Danny’s name falling from his lips, and it strikes him that this is the first of many moments like this in their new home.

He pants, half sliding down the counter. Danny presses himself in between Wheeler’s legs to keep him pinned to the counter. He leans in, and Wheeler kisses him, soft and sweet.

“See?” Danny murmurs, pulling back to press his face into Wheeler’s neck. “That’s how you avoid the mess.”

Wheeler laughs and pets Danny’s hair, glancing around the kitchen. The boxes behind them pile high and there is a lot of work to be done. But they get to do it together.

“This is great,” Danny says, “but I kind of don’t want our friends to show up and immediately know what we’ve been doing.”

Wheeler sighs and presses a kiss to the top of Danny’s forehead. “You have a point there.”

They redress to the best of their abilities, Wheeler’s shirt in a pile on the floor, and he hopes he can get away with saying he got too hot moving boxes.

“I’ll take mine off, too,” Danny says, chucking it so it lands on the awful, gaudy light fixture they are absolutely taking down once they get settled. “Less suspicious.”

“Yes,” Wheeler deadpans, “both of us being half naked is somehow less suspicious.”

They’re hauling in the last few boxes from the back of the car, avoiding the monster that will be dealing with Danny’s stuff from the trailer, when the door bangs open. Wheeler only jumps a little as he sets the box of Danny’s photo albums into the office.

He walks into the front hall to see Mox with an absolutely shit eating grin on his face, staring at Danny.

“Oh, I know what you two did,” Mox singsongs, leaning against the door. Claudio grabs him around the waist with his free hand and all but throws him out of the way.

“What?” Danny asks. Wheeler looks at him. No hint, other than messy hair, but they’ve been in a car or moving all day. Messy hair isn’t that weird.

Mox nods at Wheeler. “You got jizz on your shirt.”

“I do not!” Wheeler says, before he can stop himself. Before he remembers he’s not even wearing a shirt anymore.

“Hah!” Mox says, literally pointing and laughing at Wheeler. “You don’t, but I can tell by the way you’re checking it was a possibility.” He winks at Danny. “Getting that just moved in dick, I see. Good call.”

“Not seriously,” Danny grumbles. He takes the box from Claudio and carries it to the living room. “Somebody,” he yells over his shoulder as he sets the box on the dining room table, “decided that he didn’t want to be walked in on and we could only do blow jobs.”

“Only blow jobs?” Claudio asks, hands on his hips. “Not to sound old or anything, but I find a good blow job can be better than anything else.” He looks over at Mox, beaming, and Wheeler can’t decide if he thinks it’s cute or if it makes him want to throw up.

“Yeah, yeah, we all know you’re a big sap.” Mox kicks at Claudio’s shins. “Danny’s right, though. I’d rather get railed than a blow job. Just a preference.”

“He gets it!” Danny says, throwing his hands in the air.

“Can – can we finish bringing the boxes in?” Wheeler pleads. “None of us are going to have a place to stay tonight if we don’t get the mattresses and bed stuff inside.”

“We could get a hotel,” Mox says. “And you could stay here and pout like a little bitch.”

“I am not pouting!” Wheeler shouts. “God, I hate all of you.” He laughs, shaking his head, as he walks out to the car and grabs the box labeled Bed Shit. Danny yelled at him for that one, but he thought it was funny.

They all crash before ten, mattresses haphazardly thrown onto the floors of the bedrooms, and Danny yanks Wheeler in by the waist, burying his face into Wheeler’s neck.

“Love you,” he mumbles. He smells like Wheeler’s shampoo and soap, the only stuff they could dig out of the boxes easily. He smells like home.

Wheeler presses a kiss to Danny’s hand. “Love you too, Danny,” he mumbles, “I love you, too.”

~

Mini Playlist: Hold Me Like a Grudge - Fall Out Boy Glory Days - Betty Who You Found Me - Kelly Clarkson Heaven Is a Place on Earth - Belinda Carlisle

Thank you for joining me in this group of stories about two of my favorite dorks! I hope you have enjoyed alongside me :)

[torreshalstead]

I’ll show you mine - part 13

Summary - He didn’t fit. His clothes were too nice, his hair too neat, he was raising all the red flags for Hailey. She didn’t think he was part of the crew she was trying to take down, but why else would he be in such an establishment on a random Tuesday night? But then he muttered the words into her ear that she had least expected - ‘I’m police’.

Chapters - 13/13

Notes - Thanks so much for your love on this story, I hope you enjoy this ending! ❤️ AO3 Link

Hailey couldn’t deny she was nervous. She and Jay had spent a long time discussing their decision, the possible repercussions for their positions and their relationship and how they were going to go about it. Although she was certain they had come to the correct conclusion, that telling Voight was the next logical step, it still didn’t lessen her nerves.

Jay had been released from the hospital after telling his brother that if he wanted him to stay overnight he was going to have to sedate him, so Will reluctantly agreed that he could go home but only if Hailey went with him. Neither were opposed to that idea. Although Jay had been signed off until he had time to heal, he’d be coming back on desk duty next week which he was thrilled about, they decided to grab the bull by the horns and tell Voight the following day.

‘We can wait until you’re back full time,’ Hailey had suggested, the pair cuddled up on the couch together making sure Jay’s shoulder was supported by a strategically placed cushion with Hailey leaning against his opposite side.

‘Tomorrow Hails, we do it tomorrow,’ Jay had said calmly, dropping a gentle kiss to her hairline.

‘Only if you’re sure,’ she responded.

‘I’m positive, otherwise the next few weeks it’ll just play on both our minds,’ Jay said and with that the decision had been made. They had only a few more hours for their secret relationship to remain a secret and then they would out themselves to the one man who could potentially have an issue with it.

Hailey also needed to speak to Kim. She wanted to speak to her. She had appreciated Kim not outing her in front of Kevin and for the offer of some time just the two of them. She knew she would probably give her a bit of shit for keeping it a secret but judging by the grin on her face in the waiting room, she would be happy for them. It would be nice to not have to keep it hidden from everyone, teasing aside.

They had decided to head into the bullpen before everyone else to save any additional questions as to Jay’s prescience when he was ordered to be recuperating at home, so when they walked up the stairs it was just them. Voight’s office door was closed but the light was on, an indicator that their boss was in early as expected.

She stopped herself from reaching across to hold Jay’s good hand, use it to ground herself and to take some of his courage - he was much calmer about this situation than she was. She guessed it was probably because he knew Voight better than she did, and had more of an idea of the reaction they could expect when they dropped the proverbial bombshell. But she also wondered if it was something he hadn’t quite considered yet, he had less to lose than she did.

Ignoring the internal misogyny that the Chicago police department fostered regarding relationships between officers, Hailey was still new to the unit. And as the age old adage said, last one in, first one out. Jay would be a hell of a bigger loss to the team and to Voight than she would be. She was still learning, whereas he had years of experience in the role. If Voight was going to get rid of either of them to keep his no relationship rule intact, she would be the one out the door.

She didn’t think Jay would consciously be thinking about it, probably hadn’t even crossed his mind, but it could be a reason why he had a much calmer attitude than she did. She could feel her palms sweating already and they were still at least 12 feet from the door that held their fate behind it.

‘I love you,’ Jay whispered, clearly sensing her unease as they walked towards it.

‘I love you too,’ she replied, because she did. Loving him was never the problem.

Jay reached the door first and rapped a couple of times with his knuckles before Voight’s gruff response told them to come in.

‘Is there a reason you’re disobeying doctors orders Halstead?’ Voight said, pushing back a little from his desk and crossing his arms.

‘Technically shift hasn’t started yet,’ Jay responded, a small smirk playing on his cheeks.

‘Hmm,’ Voight hummed. ‘To what do I owe this pleasure?’ He asked, gesturing between the pair of them. Hailey had closed the door behind her and had taken up a position standing next to Jay, not too close though.

‘Hailey and I had something we wanted to tell you,’ Jay said clearly, his voice not wavering.

‘Is this about your relationship?’ Voight asked without missing a beat. That beat was something Hailey’s heart definitely did miss.

They had been so careful, she was sure of it. She knew they had had a few close calls in the break room but no one had ever seen them. Had they?

‘It is,’ Jay said, still calm and confident. Hailey would say she was impressed if she wasn’t currently feeling confused and a little scared. ‘We need to fill in that HR paperwork to declare a pre-existing relationship.’

‘Pre-existing?’ Voight cocked an eyebrow in question.

‘Hailey and I got together before she started in Intelligence,’ Jay confirmed. Hailey wished she could speak up for herself, she was a Detective and could speak to hardened criminals in any kind of situation, but as it turns out, discussing your romantic relationship with your boss - much harder.

‘And you didn’t declare it before?’ Voight asked.

‘We wanted Hailey to get a fair shot in the unit and the district. Not to be marked just because she was in a relationship with me,’ Jay said.

Voight hummed again, choosing not to comment on what Jay had said.

‘If it’s an issue to have two detectives together in the same unit, you transfer me,’ Jay said and Hailey felt her heart drop. They hadn’t discussed this. They were to go in as a united front, use their pre-existing status as a shield, but Jay was offering himself up in a sacrificial move. He loved Intelligence, she knew he did.

She just hadn’t factored that maybe he loved her more.

‘Hailey brings a lot to this unit, her leadership and her skills. It would be detrimental for her to leave, and damage the team spirit. I can be replaced. So if one of us needs to go. It’s me.’

‘Sounds like you’re telling me what to do Halstead,’ Voight growled.

‘No Sargeant,’ Jay said, shaking his head a little. ‘I’m just saying if that’s the path you want to take, that will be the end it will reach. I’ll walk before Hailey leaves Intelligence.’

‘Platt’s got the paperwork already filled in,’ Voight said after pausing to consider Jay’s words.

‘Sir?’ Hailey said, finally finding her voice.

‘You’re a superb undercover cop Upton, but you gave yourself away when Halstead here took a bullet.’ Hailey blushed slightly but Voight seemed to ignore the change in pigment. ‘You were close to barging me out of the way to get to the ambulance.’

Hailey dropped her head, embarrassed that she had given the game away by her inability to control her emotions.

‘But you didn’t,’ Voight continued. Hailey’s head shot up. ‘You kept your head and continued to work the case.’

She nodded and could see Jay looking at her out of the corner of her eye but she didn’t risk looking across to him.

‘So, go sign the paperwork and don’t make me regret my decision,’ Voight finished. If Hailey didn’t know better she would have sworn she saw a hint of a smile playing on the Sergeants lips.

‘We won’t, sir,’ Hailey said with Jay echoing her comment behind her.

She wanted to jump for joy, throw herself at Jay and hug him tightly, injured shoulder be damned. However she thought that might not sit well when they had just been told to not make Voight regret it, so she controlled herself and walked into the bullpen, Jay following her behind her.

But when the door clicked shut, she pulled him into a hug.

‘You didn’t have to do that,’ she murmured, his t-shirt muffling her voice.

‘I did,’ Jay said, pulling back slightly to push a loose strand of hair behind her ear, cradling her cheek in his palm. ‘You deserve this position Hails, I wasn’t going to let you lose it because of me.’

‘I love you,’ Hailey said, reaching up to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

‘I knew it!’

They jump apart like they had been electrocuted.

Adam, Kevin and Kim stood together at the top of the stairs.

Kim looked incredibly pleased with herself. Adam’s mouth was wide open in shock and Kevin was grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.

‘I’m going to go home now,’ Jay said, winking at her before giving her another quick peck to her cheek.

‘You’re going to leave me to be interrogated by these three?’ Hailey sassed back, laughing at the situation they had found themselves in. They had been so careful and then she had kissed him in the bullpen like a love sick idiot, and failed to check her surroundings.

‘Yep!’ He said with a grin. ‘Doctor's orders, Hails.’

Hailey heard him chuckle all the way down the stairs.

‘Alright then, who wants to go first,’ Hailey said, throwing her arms wide in defeat.

She loved her team, she loved this job and she loved the man who had put her in this situation.

As the team started to throw comments and questions at her about the fact she had been secretly dating Jay, she couldn’t help but smile.

‘Was this before or after we had to listen to you two flirting in the van?’ Adam asked.

‘I’m only partially offended you didn’t tell me Upton, thought we had something special,’ Kevin said but his eyes sparkled with nothing but kindness.

‘Do I get to be the maid of honour seeing as he told me he loved you first?’ Kim asked.

She could take all the comments and teasing they could give her so long as she went home at the end of the day to the man who loved her.

Hailey wasn’t a fool, didn’t see life through rose tinted lenses so she knew she would still face some of the backlash from dating another cop. There would still be mutters and murmurs about how she had got her position in Intelligence, but it somehow didn’t matter so much anymore.

She loved Jay.

She had a team that supported her and supported him as well.

Voight knew and didn’t care.

Platt knew and would shut down any piece of gossip before it spiralled out of hand.

The officers on the force had a short term memory, something else would become the topic of conversation soon enough and she could go on living her life and doing her job.

All the time, loving and being loved by Jay Halstead.

It wasn’t the outcome she had ever expected when she had met him in that bar, both calling each other different names and working on different teams.

Now they were working on the same team and knew every part of each other’s bodies as well as each other’s names.

Someday she might call him a different name, a name that only she could say, and she smiled at the thought, but until that day, she was happy and so was he. And that was all that mattered.

[hummingbird-games]

Postmortem: #CrushedVN Edition

Okie doke y'all! It's been some time so I guess we're good to dissect this project!

(I almost didn't bother with writing this up, but at the end of the day I do the dev diaries and the random--game development related--posts for me to look back on and prove I'm learning. Getting better. Not regressing. So. Might as well move forward!)

Background/Inspiration

It's like if you took my late 2022 brain and threw it into a blender!! Most of these are self-explanatory (Boys Love media I adore with emphasis on early to late teen experiences.) Let me draw your attention to The Edge Of Seventeen: not sure how many times I've rewatched, but it makes me tear up every single time. Main character Nadine is awkward AF, still hasn't come to terms with the death of her father years prior, isn't on the best terms with her mom or her older brother, and even ends up on rocky terms with her best friend too!! Anyway, that feeling of being young, and a little angry and a little sad and not feeling quite right on the inside but eventually reaching a place where things fiiiiiinally start to work out...it's just a sliver of what I wanted to capture and infuse into Crushed.

Listen y'all, I just pulled and pulled and pulled from real life experiences. I was inspired by authors Julian Winters, Leah Johnson, and Jay Coles' works (all Young Adult authors LOL! Fitting since I seem to be creating things for the teens at this juncture in my life). This all provided the base for Corey and his inner world. Also, I've been wanting to create a bookworm character...no time like the present right???

As for deciding to specifically create a boys' love visual novel of all things?? First, y'all must understand that I fought the original idea and anything related to it. This was coming off the heels of me suddenly seeing (another) wave of players throwing fits about indie games forcing you to play as a femme character. First off, no one is forcing you to do anything. Secondly, we are still at a point in video games where the majority of characters you play as are male. Forgive some of us for wanting a little variety 😑Thirdly, for those looking for games where there's even more inclusivity (choosing pronouns, playing as nonbinary/trans, and etc) I really wish that players would seek out those games that ARE being made and support them so the developers don't lose steam and drop their projects. It's so disheartening to make something that's meant to be consumed and BOOM, silence.

Anyway, all of that to say that as a developer herself who's tired of watching girls' media be regulated as Less Than, made fun of, and just overall disrespected, I wasn't interested in making any games that didn't center a female character. But back to my main point!!!

I had Heartstopper, the webtoon, infecting my brain. I was so not immune to falling in love with Nick and Charlie like everybody else. But then I was hit for the 34573847th time that I was engaging with white queer media. And I knew that if Nick and Charlie were Black Brits, they wouldn't be getting half the attention they are now. Even less if the boys were girls and we had a sapphic relationship on our hands. (But that sapphic story from Hummingbird Games is still brewing, and Corey and Jacob's story was ready first.)

Also....the biphobia is real. It's insidious. I could write a whole book about how the straights and the gays need to get their shit together. I could then write a sequel about how the Black community can be some of the worst offenders when it comes to our Bi Fam and say some of the most ignorant and devastating things. But I had limited time on my hands and decided to write a short VN instead. Once I let Corey just be, exist as the person he is, everything fell into place.

Things That Went Right...

I took a very niche, very Specific To Me, very nestled in the space between my heart and my brain and wrote a script just so I could be a part of a game jam specifically highlighting and supporting the work of Black game developers.

And I submitted the bitch on time.

I'm always down for anxiety rep!!! As a fellow anxiety haver, I say the more visibility the better!!! At the same time, it's not a one size fits all, and there were some things I dealt with that I'd never seen depicted and I figured I might as well be true to my experiences. Maybe someone would take solace in Corey the way I've taken solace in other characters for reflecting my lived experiences.

I tried new things I was scared of or didn't have time for with HSD or didn't feel confident enough to sit and learn previously: partial voice acting (and holding auditions to incorporate more), a text message system (which wasn't my own but part of learning to code for me means being able to take what others have done and replicate and/or use it myself), and implementing music and sound effects with intention. I've done it with film, but games are a close cousin in a lot of ways. A LOT of ways. I should remember that.

I still didn't do too well in the marketing department but for this game, it didn't feel like a failure. I also didn't really try. Oops. I've got to do better. I went into Crushed knowing it wouldn't have half the audience HSD does, and yet the feedback I've received for Crushed has made me want to break down into tears of relief.

I launched the game around 10 something at night my time and proceeded to be sick with anxiety for about 3 days. For three whole days I legit felt like I was going to die. And then I wanted to laugh because didn't I just make a game to express a version of the human condition?

Things That Were Different...

HSD showed off my skills when it comes to intensive planning and sticking mostly to that plan. Crushed was a jam entry that became more extensive over time and found me flying off the seat of my pants.

I also had less (aha, zero???) budget this time around. Because again. Jam entry. It wasn't supposed to be a Big Affair. But now that it's over and out to you guys, I'm not mad. You could say that it all worked out.

If I Could Go Back, I Would...

For one, I would have smacked the voice in my head that said "let's add more voice acting now". I love the feature, but there's no reason why I couldn't have done auditions after release. I was impatient and restless waiting for art assets, and my idleness led me to take on more things just to not feel useless. I Have Learned My Lesson, thanks.

I Had The Pleasure of Learning...

There will always be an obstacle in the way of game development. (And sometimes your body will be your own worst enemy, yuck.)

I don't know who my audience is (yet) for HBG but I'm always a part of it. And that's not a bad thing. If I hadn't felt so strongly about Crushed or even HSD, neither project would have happened because I would have given up a long time ago.

To the Future...

Empasis on future, but the world of Crushed isn't exhausted. It lives in the bigger universe of HSD:JY but took on a life of its own. So it's no surprise that Corey and his friends became even more precious to me. Not that I know when I'll be able to work on it, but right after finishing and publishing the demo, I outlined a rough draft for a kinetic novel sequel told through Jacob's POV. In my head, Corey's story was always half of a whole, and busting out Jacob's outline so quickly confirmed that.

(What I didn't anticipate was how loved Oke and Keegan would be, or that there would be a want for their story outside of myself??? Between us and this postmortem, I hope to sort out their deal and get the satisfaction of seeing another type of love story/dynamic I can't get enough of and share it!)

Closing Thoughts

The comments I've gotten concerning Crushed and noting the appreciation for its slice-of-life/grounded-ness is reassuring! Maybe I'll branch out to other genres, but realism will be something I always come back to. Also, making Crushed wasn't too traumatic soooooo that means I'm still making games LOL! Can't get rid of me yet!

- Gemini 💛

(some links of other posts where I went on tangents concerning the creation of Crushed; these can also be found by searching the tag "crushed vn"!)

Music Inspo and Crushed

Memes Tag Game

Game Dev Commentary: Bonus Content