#and then he fucking goes 'ohhh why do you always get upset' shut the FUCK up

[juicebaxis]

"oooh you should join debate club" "ooo I love debate so much there's nothing better than a good debate" bro shut the FUCK up

[lesbiandanhowell]

Sam reacts to: Dan and Phil Get a Dog, Change Careers and Buy a House

- I literally got the notif AGAIN while on the call with my mum, their timing is horrendous.

- Ohhh the pessimistic yapping IMMEDIATLY is so very Dan, I missed his stupid face.

- YOU CAN TASTE THINGS WITH YOUR TESTICLES WHAT

- Their description of the game gives so much insight into how they view life and it is amazing, like Dan the 'capitalism ruins everything and life sucks' while Phil is very happy go lucky.

- Not NordVPN? I am surprised how they are able to pull such competitive sponsors for one channel.

- Phil using Dan's number for stuff where he might have to talk to people is SO VERY ME, I too use my friends numbers, often.

- Why is the fantasy Castle trans friendly how why is this gender

- PHIL BEING GAY HELL YES

- "Coworkers to lovers" I am not saying anything but you know I am thinking it...

- "Or maybe its a pink he" "What's their name?" FUCKED ME UP because the gender talk in these videos is beyond anything any other videos have ever given us.

- Pink Pantheress is s good taste choice thank you Dan.

- PASSANGER PRINCESS PHIL LESTER

- Dan is so fucking sassy and upset with Phil doing better it is adorable. (Phil wasn't even doing better, Dan was just being dramatic as always)

- "Did he ever fight? No I think he just looked pretty on a horse" the whole rant tho >>>>>

- "#NotMyKing" speaks for itself

- GET THE ALPACA WHO WOULDN'T WANT AN ALPACA

- Dan is being so passive aggressive despite winning, like he was leading all three categories and had more money and yet he was being whiny.

- "Would you ever go on a cruise?" "I feel like if we'd..." there is no world in which Dan goes on vacation without Phil, got it.

- "Stop nippeling" PLEASE LORD SHUT UP

- OH MY GOD THEY ARE SO CLOSE IN RESULTS

- They are so fond of each other it makes them look ridiculous.

Appreciate the new video but I don't want more, I want more It Takes Two PLEASE because it was the best series and they had so much fun and we had so much fun and they can be married to each other in that one. Thanks.

[st4rfantasy]

DILUC X MALE READER

*You go to the tavern just before Diluc left to go home and you decide to accompany him*)

Diluc: So Y/N why did you decide to keep me company, I’m just asking because you usually do come so late to the tavern, why is that?

(*Diluc asked while you picked sweet flowers to give to him*)

Y/N: I don’t know I just thought because you usually walk all the way to dawn winery alone, so I thought why not be with Diluc one of my closest friends~

(*you say with sweet flowers in hand and give them to Diluc as a gift*)

Diluc: So you do care about don’t you~ It’s nice to know you enjoy my company~

(*Diluc said with a smile that seemed genuine*)

Y/N: O-Of course I enjoy your company your a very close friend to me…

(*y/n said while they’re heart was pounding in their chest but then just being friends with Diluc seemed to upset you because you want something more*)

(*Diluc noticed the sudden change in your voice*)

Diluc: Y/N is everything okay u seem upset

(*he said with a worried look and held his hand out for you to grab*)

*(you get butterflies as you grab Diluc’s hand*)

(Y/N: Oh my archon were holding hands AHHHH!!! I never want to let go~)

(Diluc: Oh my he’s actually holding my hand, his hand is so soft~)

*(silence, absolute silence between them but they were so lost in thought about each other that it didn’t really matter as long as you both together)*

Y/N: Diluc do you mind if I spend the night with you because it’s already getting late~

Diluc: O-Of course anything for you lov-

(*Diluc almost let it slip he blushed heavily*)

Y/N: Huh what did you say I didn’t quite hear you?

Diluc: N-Nothing forget it but yes I don’t mind~

(*you and Diluc have now reached the dawn winery and Diluc opens the door for you like a gentleman*)

Y/N: Why thank you master Diluc~

*(you say in a teasing tone and chuckle*)

Diluc: Of course my love~

(Diluc: Oh shit! I said it okay let see how he reacts…)

(Y/N: W-What!? Did he say love?! Oh my archon I’m so happy!!)

Y/N: Your really handsome to night master~

Dliuc: Y/N did you call me handsome?!

(*Diluc said in shock while he blushed*)

Y/N: Yes baby~ why don’t we go to your office to talk~

(*your getting in the mood*, *you always liked Diluc but know you want to feel him*)

(*you take Diluc’s hand and take him to his office as you open the door you feel you ass being grabbed*)

Y/N: Diluc? Have you wanted this for a while~

Diluc: Oohh sweetie I want you~

*(Diluc starts to unbuckle his belt while you start to take your pants off, Diluc goes to his chair and signals to start sucking, you go on your knees under the table and lick his tip*)

Diluc: Ohhh~ now go down on it baby~

*(Diluc puts his hands on you head and pushes you down on his cock and then up and down again*)

Diluc: Mhhhhmmm~ j-just like that~

(*he goes faster and faster every time you suck just as the pre cum came out he stoped and took your hand and pulls you up from the table he bends you backwards on the office table and starts to fuck you roughly in your ass*)

Y/N: S-Slow down m-master~ unnnhggg~ ahhhh~ p-please~

Diluc: Shut the fuck up you can take it come on please do it for daddy~

(*he said teasingly while he still went faster and faster and and every time he want deeper and deeper you bearly could take it*)

Y/N: D-Diluc please s-slow down~ are you at least close?

Diluc: Yeah j-just ANGHHHH~

(*Diluc came and painted your insides white*)

[boobachu]

cont. Like like I ran out of space but still read more so I don't spoil people like yeah

Yeah I guess I ran out of space.

Tho I guess if we all hate ourselves, we have to love each other so we have love. oh well

Ah Spiky's shutting down. Puffyhead's a real bro

"I know you don't mean it, but I'll give you some space"

What a mature fucker.

I guess like... aunno what happened besides the squad disbanding cuz everyone hates each other.

I dunno.

damn-ass dead bird

ah spiky is a shopping cart pusherrrrrrr

damn rehearsing convo with sign language

WTF shutterbug in a skirt

time to head to pinky's house round 2

FUNERAL

well who died?!

Grandma?

damn she died.........

Ah well, she was there for like one fucking scene so wheetayver

damn buterfly, so wait it was a prophetic dream?

heh

Mom once said a dragonfly reminded me of my uncle

Watching a man die never leaves you...

what the fuck is this stupid shit

Just going on a field trip I guess

summer vaycay

ROFL spiiky ate shit

He'll be miserable whenever he's with her, bitch he's always miserable!

Might as well be upset about throwing gas in a volcano baybeeeeeee

So spiky engages fake-ass mode and now it's baking a cake for mom's b'day

well he lived.

Fireworks time, I miss fireworks.

Oh hey senor poofyhead I miss you

we all share the sky...

Man I want nachos.

I want a snow cone...

Ah so pinky is 18

WAIT

She can feel the vibrations of the fucking fireworks!

Fnatastique

So Shoko goes home and shutterbug asks spiky to get the camera from home so I'm expecting bad things...

Oh wait it's Eshoyah

dude no

don't kill yourself you're so sexy ahaha

HE TRIPPEDN SFKNJBDSFLKJ

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THE HATERS MUST BE DRIVING AUTOMATIC

CUZ MY BOY GOT THE CLUTCH

c'mon man

MAsh A

gfuckign mash A man

ROTOATE THE CONTROLLER THAT WORKS BETTER

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UNO REVERSE

Well, Shouyou survived, so schwey wait is it Shoyouah?

Whatever Spiky

So pinky mom and shuterbug apologize to spiky's moms

WHAT

BITCHARONI BULLYING PINKY? SHE GOT A DMAN ARM LYNCH

YEAH SLAP HER ASS

Fucking dude like ain't pinky suffered enough

Just everyone bowing to moms damn

Ain't that just high school tho

ohhhhh

shutterbug took pictures of dead shit cuz she thought if she showed her sister dead shit she'd stop wanting to kill herself ROFL

Sorry babe that's not how it works, like even after this event the feeling that you shoulad never been born remains.

Senor poofyhead returns

Ohhh Spiky's in a coma okay

Man sometimes I wish I would just die.

Damn this part made me cry ROFL

So Shouko is getting ther band back together

"You can change, start now, it's not too late" sage words, pinky.

trippy ass animation again

ah shit prophetic dream again

No spiky! Stay away from the trippy light! there are ghosts in there!

And pinky don't you dare kill yourself I swear to god

good spiky, you're awake

DUDE I did the exact same thing when I woke up from the splinter surgery, just rip em out

How the hell do they just let him run out of the color theory business just

weepy bitches.

Way to go, clutch. That's your name from now on, you're Clutch.

Okay so Fireworks and Clutch have a psychic link now I guess, I mean I've seen it happen. Prolly the most realistic thing in this silly movie.

Just two fucking miserable bastards, kneeling at a bridge.

?????

Yeah I don't get this part but I guess Clutch said cringe again cuz he's waffling.

yeah aunno WTF happened but at least Fireworks and Clutch are okay enough to go on.

Wait bitchy girl was by Clutch's side the whole time? LOL WTF dumbass.

I still don't 100% get the X gag cuz like, you can still see and hear them.

Sister's hubby! Street fighter I gues aunno

"Since you're alive again, will you please teach me how to study?"

I had a dream I died once, they said it wasn't my time... if I knew better I'd've said to make time cuz damn life never got better.

Wait so, he has trouble looking people in the eye and that's why he's an outcast? What? That's stupid no one looks people in the eye except job interview freaks.

Honestly I can't relate to this cuz like, high school, despite everything horrible that happened to me, was when my classmates accepted me the most.

SENOR PUFFYHAIR HITERLER STASCHE SJDFH

Listen I know facial hair is annoying but that's not a look.

oh his lucky stache, he sacrificed his looks for a saving throw

REALEST BRO EVER I'M SORRY I DOUPTED YOU SENOR PUFFYHAIR

They tried making a thousand cranes to save his life LOL

and then there's this asshole also the colors kinda hurt my eyes sorry if you have eye strain gonna tag it now

mooooo-ron

ROFL

bitchy learned sign language to continue being a bitch

she's truly the bitch with a heart of gold

Ah here's the reason why I decided to watch this.

Ah so it's a bookend for how the movie truely started.

I don't fucking undersstand why it happens tho, like I guess cuz he knows people care if he died or not?

Which, damn you know we really do live in a world where no one cares if someone died or not.

It's hilarious how like, that's the most unrealistic part of the movie, people giving a shit ROFL

It was a really good movie! I'd like to own the BVD someday (tho realistically I'll have to download a rip with how broke I am)

That one part still just like ROFL aunno what a random song.

Sometimes I wish I was brave enough to end it all, but I'm just too afraid of pain. I guess once I'm in physical agony nonstop maybe it'll be easier? Whatever mayn.

It's kinda fucked up how they trauma bonded over this but hey.

I guess back to tom & jerry.

Watching the shape of voice

cuz twitter was like "Xs over faces gag!" and I'm like "neat"

So spoilers I guess uh whatever

Anyways spikey boy is all about to kill himself, took out money and whatever gave it to someone and there was like he was gonna jump at a bridge and there was a family popping fire crackers so he left

Now it's like "My Generations" by Rolling Stones is playing and ROFL

Anyways he's a kid again so uh aunno.

LOL he's doing the mechanics pencil needle thing

So new kid in class, I guess she's mute so she's communicating via text

Ahhh she's deaf so that makes sense, everyone's trolling her now but I'm kinda expecting bullying cuz this has an edgy crying vibe.

I guess this takes place before the advent of mobile computers so there's no text to speech or anything. Tho I've also never been in this situation so I have no idea how it'd work besides what it is, but yeah the teacher is a piece of shit.

Making fun of slow readers just Billy Madison "T-T-T-Day junior" and not really accomidating for the fact pinky can't hear.

Spiky boy was making fun of pinky's voice, and now he's trolling her and throwing sand like what.

Now they're teaching the class sign language.

Now boring girl is butthurt cuz she's too lazy to learn.

Ah the person helping her is being outcast, I can relate to that, my one friend basically was outcast by being my friend ROFL

Spiky boy wrote this after pinky's new friend helped her and is gone now after being bullied

So after he's like "who coulda dood this" pinky's all like

"I said no need to thank me"

Yeah this is very familiar to me... honestly like I wonder if Pinky will grow up obsfucating stupidity and being a perpetual jokester so you can never know if she's actually clueless or making fun of you which is better than being called retarded by shitlords (lords of shit)

Bully montage! bully montage!

Oh wait he fucking pulled out her hearing aids and she's bleeding what the shit

"You went too far"

Pinky apologized to Spiky???? dunno why????

Then fucking Spiky threwt her notebook in some fountain so she had to get in.

I guess years later someone threwt spikey into the same fountain ROFL

Ah so Pinky is absent now, damn eight hearing aids were broken or missing.

Time for everyone to turn on Spikey, the principal or whatever is asking for who is the bully. The teacher just straight-ass outed Spikey time for street justice.

Just a fucking coward's cotillion, everyone outing each other.

Tho it's very clear Spiky is the scapegoat as he's the one that took the bullying furthest out of the class ROFL

Now that I've never experienced in any school, but I guess bullying never went this far to where the teachers actually did anything.

Tho that is true, bullying is a way to fit in, hell even I've done it once (after years of being bullying, suffering doesn't make you a better person, it just makes you suffer)

Anyways it's kinda funny seeing one of the mob being ousted and now being the pariah.

Bully montage! Bully montage! Spiky edition!

Pinky was scrubbing Spikey's desk cuz aunno honestly I don't know why she's so nice and why Spiky is still just pissed off.

ROFL Pinky bit spiky ROFLGF just red

REDASS BEATDOWN ROFL

GET HIS ASS BITCH

Pinky's patience has been shattered hell hath no fury like a 57th chance spat in its face!

Anyways Pinky finally transferred so now Spiky is all alone in a coward's cotillion so ROFL

Ah back to buisiness suit spiky. How will he kill himself... by learning sign language...

Okay...

Wait Pinky all grewt up?!?!?!

What no apology? I'd lead with that you fuck nugget.

Yeah natch she'd run, fuck that bitch-ass.

Honestly I dunno what I'd do if I met one of my bullies, but also I dunno what I'd do if I met that one kid I joined the guys bullying that one time.

I guess just avoid cuz it's like no one cares who's sorry just stay out of my life forever and ever amen.

So I guess Spiky is returning this old-ass notebook? The pacing of this movie is weird.

Ah so Spiky learnt sign language.

ohhhh so that's what pinky was saying before spiky flipped his gourd, she wanted to be friends.

Now the damn-ass animation went trippy.

Ah we're back in another time period.

Just breakfast time I guess.

Some bobble hat kid? Ah I guess this is after the failed suicide attmpt, and he's living with his mom still, that's how it is ROFL

ROFL yeah he sold all his life away so now it's just like, when you can't kill yourself and you're just ROFL ¥1,700,000!!!!!

A

SHE BURNEND S IT SKDLKSJFNLKJF MOOOOOOOOOM

Ah in middle school blondie make sure everyone knew what spiky did

So he never cold escape it

So he pushed everyone out ROFL

Ah so that's why the stupid X face gag

Wait now people are being nice to him???? Wait what? What's going on

Ah so now he's making up things they're saying about him okay.

ROFL This movie is so fucking funny, kids really are that fucking full of shit too.

So are adults, like everyone's a hypocrite. That's just human nature I guess.

Even if you think you're above that, you have contradictions that are built into your soul.

That is one thing tho, even if you wish you were never born, if you want the pain to end, it's really hard to kill yourself.

You have to know, and the very core of your being, it has to be a fact more solid than gravity,

ah he's ignoring a bully

Ah he's intervening wow.

but like when someone kills themselves, it's the end of a fucking options, you've tried so fucking hard to live but it's impossible.

So yeah he's late to see pinky cuz the bully stole his bike, so like he missed his appointment and pinky's friend shut him outside even with the alibi bread.

SO poofy head, the person he saved, his X fell off and I guess they're friends now.

So spiky is asking poofy head how you become friends like if there's a process, so they do a weird handshake?

Very droll.

I like poofy head, he's droll, smoking a franch fry

So spiky tries to see pinky again and like just uhp photo chick shuts him down again.

"She's not here" oh photo chick is pinky's girlfriend and like senor poofy head backs him up

LOL WTF

Man spiky escapes pursued by pinky and poofy head and shutterbug spy on them

So I guess they're using the bread to feed the fish??????

What the hell

So Spiky was ascared of what was in the notebook and tossed it so pinky dived into the koi thing and like uhp panty shot? nope

Also I guess shutterbug is a boy, he just sounds like a girl.

Just a couple of dubmasses being watched by two goobers, fun dynamic.

hoo doggy

Pinky is a dumby according to shutterbug

So I guess current time is high school? Right? I think?

Ah shutterbug posted him jumping off a bridge to twitter and now he's in trouble, suspended for a week.

So shutterbug is sleeping in a playscape for some raisin

Like moms asked spiky to pick up his sister who is like 6yo or whatever.

So Shutterbug confesses to spiky about the trolling.

for realz

Oh that's his niece! His sister is the mom!

She's nibling now tho! ROFLFOFLFOFLOFL

So shutterbug is staying at spiky's house cuz he's homeless, staying in his room.

Shutterbug took a pic of a damn frog.

barefoot.

So he gave his shoes to shutterbug now they're

Wait so like, shutterbug and pinky are on the outs cuz he used her shampoo??????? wat

Yeah just hold on this shot, like okay sure yeah okay nice shot fucking stupid.

ohhhhhh so shutterbug is pinky's younger sister

ROFL the mom slapped spiky's dumbass.

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So Senor Poofyhead is treating shuterbug like a brah and spiky's all "that's a girl" and he just backs the fuck up

I dunno what pinky wants but I guess spiky has to find her old friend, ohhhhhhh yeah that one girl!

Senor poofyhead rollin dem Gs

So squad's out heading to find whatshernuts.

So I guess they're IMing on thet rain now, honestly liveblogging is detracting from this movie about as much as the shitty encoding.

Whatshernuts: accquired

part of me wishes there was like, subtitles, but I guess that kinda gives the vibe of what Pinky experienced when people talked with their back turned to her yaw meen?

So it's clever

Random-ass cat girl

meow meow club?

So spiky and poofyhead are at the gatito parlor trying to reunite whats her face with the girls so yeah.

So something's wrong with Shoko (pinky) (it takes me a while to learn names whoever cares)

Naoka... is uh... is that what's her face? Ah she's still an omega bitch.

So she's trying to bond with Spiky, but he ain't having nonna dat

WAIT SHE'S A GROWN ASS WOMAN RIPPING OUT HEARING AIDS??????????????????

I guess that's what happens when you don't bully bullies.

Wait so shutterbug sleeps in a closet?????

what?????

Honestly I wouldn't mind that. Tho what closet's wide enough for me? ROFL

What the fuck does pony tails mean?

Just eeee ponytail! who cares

I wish I could rock it but it always sinks cuz my hair is heavy.

So spiky said some cringe to shoko so now he needs some fucking bread

Also I guess Shoko can speak now? Suddenly? Aunno.

Like she's more articulate wait what

She love him?????

What in sam hill.

SHOKO MAKES THE PASS AND SPIKY FUMBLES COSTING THE GAAAAAAMMMMMMME

ROFL

RIP Shoko, beefing so fucking hard

Like dude Spiky needs hearing aids like I mean YEAH SHE SLURRED but like she clearly went "I lurbe you" big as dallas fucking I guess it's something that didn't translate well like he was like "oh yeah advertising at sunset w00t"

Wait why did that bishie's face uncover the X?

The moon.

She said "the moon"

que

what

nani

Yeah def didn't translate well.

Pinky's got the kicksies she's just like me france!

Wait so now we're going to six flags

I hate amusement parks, we went to six flags in catholic school and I spent the entire day doing nothing cuz I'm scared of all the rides.

sigh

Man poofyhead don't want redhead touching spiky. LOL

Poofyhead gets dibs

Yeah poofyhead has real hair! it's called curly

awwwe Spiky realizes he has friends

Ah hell blond boy is working at the park ROFL

Xs re-applied RIP

So the Xs are like the wall.

So bitchy and pinky go on the ferris wheel while spiky laments.

Oh boy top secret video time

SHUTTERBUG FUCKING LEFT THE CAMERA ON AND GAVE IT TO HER SISTER SJFHFOLKJSJFOLKSF

Man she reminds me of my brother, he always knew what was up... I kinda wonder if it's cuz he saw what happened to me...

Tho he also always had friends, and I always was a tagalong... like can you imagine a 10 year old playing with toddlers? That was me.

"I don't hate you, I hate myself"

Damn, bitchy punched pinky WTF

God blondey is so fake ROFL

That's how it is tho I guess.

Dammit Spiky you'd better not commit sudoku.

"Yeah, I hate me too"

[mammoneymelon]

How the brothers would react to finding out that MC is autistic

before anyone says anything, i’m autistic and just really want some representation

TW for ableism! the boys are doing their best but no NT immediately knows everything about autism

it’s a bit random, but i headcanon that lucifer has misophonia, so it’s only a matter of time before a noisy/verbal stim starts to drive him up a wall

“what in the devildom are you doing?” he’d ask, eyebrows scrunched in frustration

you have no idea what he’s talking about; after all, you’ve just been sitting on your DDD playing some rhythm game

“what do you mean?”

“you’ve been making that noise for hours; cut it out before i have to go find the packing tape.”

you know him well enough to know he isn’t joking, so you nod and do your best to stop, ignoring the feeling of dread beginning to well up in your chest

you go back to your game, and soon enough, you’re back to ‘making that noise’

you see lucifer stand up, bringing your action to your attention.

“oh, sorry! i didn’t realize i was doing it again, sorry!”

“oh?” he asked, looking down at you. 

“it’s stimming. autistic people do it a lot more than others, and sometimes we don’t even notice it.” there’s a moment of silence but you realize you just told him something you hadn’t even told your human friends

“ah, yes, i do remember reading about that in your file. i didn’t want to say anything so as not to offend you.”

you shake your head. “dude! that’s personal business! i don’t like telling people.”

lucifer’s gaze seems to soften. “don’t fret, MC. i won’t tell a soul.”

and he doesn’t.

he also totally buys you quiet stim toys

it’s not long before mammon realizes you are terrible at reading the room

you have a terrible habit of cracking a joke at the worst time or saying the first thing that comes to your mind, even if it was at the expense of others

at first, mammon, mammon thought you were really brave. now, however, he sees that you just have no idea what you’re doing

currently, your knack for trouble had landed you in detention, something you’d gotten fairly used to in the human world. mammon was sitting next to you - he was paying for trying to defend you

“lucifer’s going to kill us. again.”

“and whose fault is that?”

“sorry,” you mumble. “it’s not like i was trying to get us here.”

“really? because it’s startin’ to seem like you are. not that i blame ya, if i were you i’d do anything to spend more time with the great mammon.” he gives you a smile, and you really hope that means he isn’t mad

“i really don’t like upsetting people, i just don’t really get tone? i didn’t even realize the teacher was mad until you stepped in. “

“dude, she was on the verge of killing ya! what do ya mean you “didn’t even realize”?

you pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. “it’s part of a disorder i have. autism. i just don’t get some stuff that comes naturally to other people.”

“ohhh.” mammon slaps his head, feeling like an idiot. “sorry,” he murmurs, and you barely hear it

mammon, being, well, mammon, will probably forget.

it’s not that he doesn’t care! it’s just not something that comes up in conversation.

of course, when the two of you do talk about it, he picks up on the symptoms pretty quickly. he’s a pretty smart guy, and he’ll do anything and everything for his human

the two of you are working on a co-op dungeon while you talk about your current special interest

“wow, MC, you know a lot about this!”

“thanks,” you respond, and it hits you - you’ve been infodumping almost this whole time

“haha, yeah, blame it on the autism brain,” you joke absentmindedly, not really caring if he knew. you two were good friends, why would being neurodivergent make a difference?

levi, on the other hand, does a double take. being the gamer he is, he’d definitely heard the word used as an insult, but he’d never thought about anyone actually having autism - much less his best friend

“MC, you have autism?” he turns to you looking genuinely confused, his controller sitting, forgotten, in his lap

“um, yeah? it’s not really a big deal,” you say, shrugging

“yeah it is! i mean i knew you were pretty weird, since you hang out with me-” he stops mid-sentence, realizing his mistake. “NOT IN A BAD WAY, OF COURSE! ah sorry, i said something stupid, like always.”

you shake your head with a small smile. you can tell he’s trying. “trust me, i’ve heard much worse. you’re fine, levi.”

he glances up at you, face red from embarrassment, and your smile widens. “i mean, i don’t think like ‘normal’ people anyway, so yeah, i kinda am weird.”

once you leave his room, he’s at his pc, researching more vigorously that he’s ever done for a class

the more he learns, the more annoyed he gets at the complete misunderstanding of the disorder

ultimately, he just wants to make sure you feel supported and understood

you’re sitting in the library, doing your homework while satan looks over your essay, checking for errors

“oi, MC”

“what’s up?” you respond, still focused on your work

“are you scared of me?”

this prompts you to look up, focusing your eyes on his hands

“i was when i first came here, and i definitely would be scared if i really pissed you off, but no, i’m not scared of you. why do you ask?”

“you never look me in the eyes. or my brothers, actually.”

oh. you’d been hoping no one had noticed. “oh, i just don’t like eye contact. it makes me uncomfortable.” you return your eyes to your paper, hoping that was enough.

“how so?” 

so it wasn’t enough.

“i’m autistic, genius. i figured it was obvious by now.”

“oh. that makes sense.” that’s all he says, so you try to return your focus to your homework.

satan is probably the most comfortable talking to you about it. he’ll ask you questions about your personal experiences and make an effort to understand you better

one day you look over his shoulder to find him reading an article on masking on his DDD

he cares deeply for you, even if it’s hard for him to say so

asmo has wrangled you into yet another shopping trip

“MC, look at this!! you have to try it on!”

one look at the article of clothing and your face is already scrunching up

“absolutely not.”

“awe, why not?” he gives you the biggest puppy eyes and you sigh. he knows your weaknesses.

“the material. i hate it.”

“but it would look so good on you~”

clearly, he’s not going to give up unless you explain yourself to him

“sure, for a couple seconds, until i have a complete meltdown,” you remark. “i’m autistic, so some textures just make me feel really bad.”

his mouth makes an ‘o’ shape, and then he goes back to looking confused. “i hadn’t even thought about that as a possibility! you should’ve said something earlier!”

he feels really bad about all the times he’s touched you without warning. he thought your shock was cute (and he still does), but he knows that autistic people sometimes dislike touch - he’s definitely had at least a couple autistic ‘partners’ in the past

he’s quite the observant demon, quickly picking up on sensations you d and don’t like. if you’re bothered by smells, he does his best to lay off on the perfume - granted, it’s a necessary part of his routine that he absolutely cannot give up completely. he lets you play with the dimmer in his room so you can find the amount of light that works best.

occasionally, he’ll have to tell you that he’s trying his absolute best to flirt and you are giving him nothing. you’re just like “oh shit i didn’t realize”

asmo’s just a sweetheart who wants you to be comfortable

beel unfortunately has to learn about your autism because of a situation out of your control

you’re in the gym, keeping him company while he works out

you’re searching his bag and you realize you don’t have your headphones

oh fuck.

you always bring your headphones to the gym; the sounds of televisions, music, people talking, weights clinking, treadmills rumbling... it’s too much

not to mention the stench of sweat and the florescent lights - truly an autistic person’s nightmare

you squeeze you eyes shut, but that only makes the noise worse. you’re surrounded by noise and you can’t stop it. it occurs to you that you’re no longer breathing properly but it’s just too loud and you’re so small

“MC?” beel’s voice is soft and filled with obvious concern. you open your eyes, seeing him kneeling in front of you. your eyes sting, and you realize you’re tearing up. “MC, are you alright?” 

all you can do is shake your head

“do you want to go home?” you nod, biting your lip as he stands up, making you feel even smaller.

he quickly packs his things into his bag and offers you a hand, helping you get up

he quickly escorts you outside, where you practically gulp for air. 

he waits patiently with you while you slowly ground yourself. 

“okay, let’s go home.” you explain sensory overload as you walk, then tell him about your autism

beel, like asmo, is very observant and he learns surprisingly fast. 

he’s also very protective of you. if someone triggers you, he won’t hesitate to tell them off before doing a grounding exercise with you

he’s basically you’re giant therapy demon and you love him for it

it’s becoming way too much. you’ve been masking heavily for months, monitoring your every move while doing your absolute best to thrive in a (literally) completely different universe than what you’re used to

you’re laying facedown on the couch, practically unable to move. you want to go to your room, but your body won’t let you

“mc?” you hear belphegor’s voice. “are you trying to imitate me?” he teases

you simply groan in response, not wanting to bother

for a moment he goes silent. then, you feel a hand on your shoulder

you jolt up, swiping his hand away as you let out a small shout. belphie’s eyes are widened in surprise

“don’t touch me! ...please,” you add as an afterthought, feeling bad for scaring him

he sits with you on the couch, taking care to leave space between the two of you. “what’s wrong?” you don’t respond. “mc?”

“burnout. too much. feel bad.”

belphie has absolutely no clue what that means, but he figures he knows something that might help.

“want to take a nap with me?”

you have to think about it before responding with a “sure” and slowly crawling into his arms (if that’s something you’re okay with)

it’s night when the two of you wake up. you still feel awful, but you can at least cope better.

once belphie’s more awake, he asks you what the hell happened

“two words: autistic shutdown”

“that doesn’t explain anything” - belphie really doesn’t know anything about humans

you do your best to explain - you were born with a brain that works a bit differently than most humans. some of the symptoms are an aversion to change and ‘odd’ behavior that’s difficult to hide. when you get too stressed, you just kinda ‘shut down’

he takes a bit to really understand, but once he does, he does his best to support you.

he falls asleep to your infodumping and you find it endearing

he gets good at recognizing when you’re starting to shut down and he always convinces you to take a break via a cuddly nap

[darkmulti]

Tinker Bell

Stray Kids & Ateez

Parings: Richboy!San & Hyunjin x brat!female reader

Genre: Smut, angst

Word Count: 3.6K

CONTAINS DARK THEMES!

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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Synopsis: San falls in love with his bestfriends crush and it turns into a messy, love triangle. But once they realize this girl has broken their wonderful friendship..... read to find out

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A/N: Warnings are after under cut! Sorry if I ruined your childhood with the title. Whoops!

⚠️Warnings: forced ddlg relationship, threesome, anal, bondage, overstimulation, dacryphilia, humiliation, physical abuse, language, heavy degradation, cum eating, blowjob, dirty talking, spitting, fisting, camera play, breeding kink, squirting, probably missing something, if I am please forgive me:(

SEMI NON CONSENSUAL SEX

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“Come on Hyunjin, let me go!”

Y/N rolls her eyes at the man and yanks her arm out of his grip. “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not interested in dating you. Go back to your nerd club and don’t talk to me again. Being near you can hurt my reputation.”

She pushes him and sashays away. San comes up behind the male and pats him on the back. “Remind me why you like her again? She’s a total bitch that can’t get over herself.” He said while watching her walk down the hallway. “I thought I could date her. I tried everything. I’m nice, aren’t I?”

“You’re nice, but if a history textbook was a human, it would be you. She’s a princess and she needs a prince. Change up your style and maybe you’ll have a chance with her.” Hyunjin scoffs. “Before you start coming at me, why don’t you take a look at yourself. Your hair looks like a pie chart, San.”

“Shut up, my hair looks beautiful.” San huffs and combs his hair back, feeling a little insecure. The two boys were too busy dissing each other’s looks, they didn’t notice Y/N coming back their way and hearing in. “You both are ugly. Sorry, but it had to be said.”

She was just about to walk away until San pulled her back by the arm and pushed her against the locker. He chuckles and gets close to her face, “who are you to judge us because of how we look? Are you some kind of fashion fairy? Listen here you little cunt….” he whispers into her ear so Hyunjin couldn’t hear, “why don’t you spread your wings and not your legs for once, little tinker bell? Fly away from here and don’t talk about us ever again. Though…” San smirks and looks away for a second, before going back. “Though.. I want to fuck you so hard and feel your pussy clench around my cock. But the only turn off about you is how your pussy probably looks like a flat tire.”

San ‘accidentally’ rubs his bulge against her hand and moves away from her face so she could leave. “Now that’s how you put someone back in their place.” Hyunjin looks at San with a resentful expression. “You’re actually such an asshole, Choi San. I just told you that I like her, but you still- you know what? Nevermind. Don’t talk to me ever again.” Hyunjin walks away, angered by San, but San only brushes it off.

This was the beginning of a love triangle.

San didn’t know what came over him when he was confronting Y/N. He didn’t like her at all, but the moment he stood over her, a light turn on. Or maybe it turned off. The young man was doing pull ups in a black tank top, that showed off his muscular biceps. After his workout he showered and changed into his boxers. He was drying his hair, while picking out a ‘less nerdy’ outfit.

He decided on a full black outfit. Black jeans, black shirt and black leather jacket. He grabbed black dye from his drawer and dyed his hair back to black and trimmed his mullet since it was getting long.

Hyunjin was doing something similar. He was also changing up his style with the help of his fashionable mom. She criticizes Hyunjin's wardrobe and lends him his father's clothes, which were much more expensive and trendy. He thanks his mother and shaves his face. He was a little anxious to show off the new Hyunjin, causing him to not sleep very well.

The next morning arrives and Hyunjin wakes up with a full smile. He gets ready for the day and greets his mother, who was preparing breakfast for him. “Oh look at my handsome son.” She walks over to him, cups his cheeks and kisses his forehead. “You look just like your father. He would be proud.” Hyunjin smiles and sits down at the table to eat his breakfast.

The other boy was also getting ready, but sadly his parents were not there to compliment him. San’s parents were constantly working and barely ever considered his existence. He would see his mom once in a while, but rarely saw his dad.

Choi gets in his car and drives to school, only to see a new, black sports car in the parking lot. He parked his car and waited for whoever it was. To his surprise it was Hyunjin. San was a little jealous of him since Hyunjin came from a caring family. His parents spoiled him with love. That’s something San couldn’t compete with.

Y/N was standing in front of the school, checking out Hyunjin. She twirled her gum around her fingers and pulled her skirt higher, so you can see her ass. “Hwang Hyunjin is that you?!” She skips to him with a teasing look on her face. “Sure is. But I thought you didn’t like nerds.”

“I can like you if you keep looking like this.” She winks and places one hand on his shoulder, gradually getting closer to his face. Her other hand takes Hyunjin’s palm and places it on her bare ass cheek. “Don’t be shy, spank me.” She giggles and leans in kissing him. His comforting aroma made her feel safe in his arms. Hyunjin spanks the little girl and grins, holding her closer to him. He was about to say something, until the crowds outside the school started to noticeably whisper. Y/N and Hyunjin both turn to the noise, and see San running his fingers through his hair, with a deadpan expression.

The man bites down on his lip and slightly brings down his sunglasses to wink at a girl. Y/N bit down on her own lip, and felt this irritating rush. Why did her insides burn with jealousy? These were the same two men that she bullied the day before. Yet, they have her dripping wet. She turns her attention back to Hyunjin. “He’s a dumb show off, Hyunjinie. Come on, we’ll be late for class.”

She interwines her hands with his bigger ones and drags him into the school. The second they turn the hallways, they see San having a hot makeout session with some random chick. The man shoving his tongue down the girl's throat didn’t even notice that Hyunjin and Y/N were there, until Y/N cleared her throat. “Excuse me, my locker’s there.” San pulls away and apologizes. “Oh I-I’m sorry, she was just so tasty.” San looks back at his girl and tells her to hand over her phone. “Call me tonight baby. I hope you taste just as sweet as your saliva.” Both of them go their separate ways, leaving Y/N and Hyunjin alone.

Again, Y/N felt pain and anger at the same time. San looked like he was ready to eat the girl alive, and what she would’ve done to be in her place. She sighs and looks at Hyunjin. “I want to apologize for always being a jerk to you. I just- I don’t know. Hurting other people gives me pleasure and attention that I enjoy..”

“Ohhh, so you’re just a needy, little attention whore. I get it now.” Hyunjin nods and face palms his forehead in an over exaggerated way. “I’m not a whore Hyunjin..” She picks up her unzipped pencil case and proceeds to say, “I don’t appreciate that name!” Y/N throws her hands in the air, causing all the pencils to fly out everywhere on the hallway floor. She grumbles and bends down to pick them up, immediately waking up Hyunjin’s little friend. Uncontrollably, he grips onto her waist and pulls her back onto his bulge. Y/N moans and rubs her slit onto him more. “Look at what you've done. Now you have to fix it.”

“Please let me.” Hyunjin easily throws her over his shoulder and spanks her ass. He carried her into the back of the library, where all the bookshelves could cover them. “You have to be quiet, or else we’ll get caught.” “Well no shit sherlock.” She whispers yells, whilst rolling her eyes. Hyunjin bends her over, covers her mouth and slaps her ass. “I dare you to talk back to me…” he spanks her again, “needy whore.”

Hyunjin rips her panties off and stuffs it into her mouth before taking himself out. He puts his hand over the girl's mouth and thrust into her soaked pussy. He pounds her right away, kicking her breath out with each thrust. The library was dead silent and the skin clapping got a little too loud, causing the librarian to get up and look around. She was headed their way and Hyunjin quickly pulled her under a nearby desk and used a chair to cover themselves. Her legs wrap around his waist and he goes even faster, directly hitting her spot, just as the old woman walks passed. She rolls her eyes and covers her own mouth, spasming under him. “C-cum” she squeaks out. “Cum, cum now!” She squeezes her walls around Hyunjin, cumming all over his long veiny cock. “Wait, you’re on birth control right?!” “Yes! Please cum in me daddy, please!”

Hyunjin throws his head back while spilling his seeds in her. Unfortunately for him, he bangs his head under the table, catching the librarians attention. “What the- ” she mutters to herself, pulling the chair away. She finches and yells, “YOU DISGUSTING KIDS ARE HAVING SEX IN MY LIBRARY?!” The man gets off his girlfriend and stands up. “Don’t be upset that you haven’t gotten laid in like... forever. You could’ve masterbated to the sounds of my balls clapping her ass.”

“Hyunjin!” She whines. “Shut it needy slut.”

Her expression changed into disappointment. She didn’t like to be called a slut. “But daddyy~” she tugs on his pants and looks up at him. Hyunjin pulls her up slightly and slaps her. “This is all your fucking fault!” She tears up and holds her burning cheek, “M-my fault? H-how is it my-” Hyunjin slaps her again and drags her by her hair out of the library. “Ow! Hyunjin let me go!” She tries to pry his fingers off her hair, but his grip only gets harder. “P-please hyunjin! Leave me alone!”

“San was right about you! You’re just an attention whore and will spread your legs for anyone!” He spits on her face and pushes her to the ground. He gets on top of her, shoving his fist inside of her and ripping her clothes off. “Hyunjin! It hurts!”

“I bet it does.” Hyunjin took her again, in the middle of the hallway. His fingers were tightly wrapped around her neck to make sure she couldn’t call for help. She sobbed, kicked and squealed under the much bigger man. Her insides were screaming as she could feel his bulge hit her stomach. Hyunjin was too busy taking her to notice San taking a video and quietly walking towards them. Y/N turns her head and her eyes meet San’s eyes right away. Her eyes were full of tears and her arms were weak from punching Hyunjin chests so many times.

Fortunately, Hyunjin notices that something got her attention and looks as well. “San. Why are you recording?” San smiles, “I’m not recording, I’m live. Continue fucking her, the viewers are loving it.”

Y/N cries harder, “no! Stop please don’t record this!” She slips out of Hyunjins tight grip and makes a run for it. Both of the males bolt after her, laughing and teasing her.

She runs outside and trips on her shoelace, causing the cement to tear her skin and bleed. “Owieee” she holds her bleeding knee to her chest and cries. San and Hyunjin run outside and spot her crying. “Awee, did the little Tinker Bell get a boo boo?” San says, mockingly.

“P-please it’s not funny, it hurts.” Hyunjin pushes San back and strikes her face. “This is what I mean. You’re so fucking dumb, you’re not even capable of running away. Now you have to pay.”

“NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!” She ignores the raging pain in her knee and tries to limp away. San wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her back. “Where ya going, Tinker Bell.”

“Let me go! You guys are insane!” She cries in San’s arms and struggles to get out of his grip. “I-I PLEASE! LET ME GO!” San and Hyunjin laugh at her poor attempts. “She’ll never learn until she gets pounded by two.” San says, smirking at Hyunjin. “T-two? Y-you two?... No, no, no, please!” She begs, dropping down to her knees. “Lick my shoe clean and we’ll think about it.” A smug smile plasters on San’s face, but his request made both Y/N and Hyunjin cringe. “What, Tinker Bell? Did I fucking stutter?”

“N-no” she leans down and licks his shoes. “Tinker Bell’s so terrified of me, slut’s licking my shoe. That’s how you dom, Hyunjin.”

“Yeah, I’d like to see you kiss her after she licks off your dirty shoes.” Hyunjin’s tone was telling San that he was a bit disgusted, but San gladly does it anyway. He pulls her up by the hair and shoves his tongue down her throat. San wrapped his arms around her and sucked her tongue, until he pulled away, creating a string of saliva between the two. “Open your mouth Tinker Bell.” She opens her mouth and San spits in it and slaps her ass. “Notice how she’s so submissive to me. That’s how you claim your power. Right, Tinker Bell?” San looks down into her pure eyes and pets her cheek with one hand. “Right daddy. You’re always right.” She whispers out, suddenly compelled by San.

“Good girl. Let’s go.” Hyunjin unlocks his car and sits in the driver's seat, while Y/N and San sit in the backseat. During the car ride, San pulled Y/N onto his knee and kept hitting her clit with it. He then licked his fingers and rubbed her clit rapidly, making her cum on San’s thigh. “Daddy!” She moans out, uncontrollably bouncing on his knee. San grabbed her tits and played with them while she bounced and rubbed her clit against his thigh, furiously. “I’m gonna cum again!” San pushes her off of him and shoves his fist into her. “You’re not even fucking tight. What a waste of time.”

Hyunjin chuckles and pulls into his driveway. San takes his fist out and pushes her onto the cement, expecting her to crawl. Y/N’s knee starts bleeding again, so she looks up to San for help. “Please! My knees really hurt!” Hyunjin kicks her down and tangles his fingers into her hair. “Crawl slut!” She winces, slowly crawling into the house until Hyunjin gets impatient and pulls her hair to go faster.

“Please! You’re hurting me! I want San and only San!” Hyunjin kicked her cunt from behind, making her scream and whimper. “I HATE YOU! LEAVE ME ALONE HYUNJIN!” The man picks her up and throws her on the bed. The two men act quickly and put her down before she could scream. They tie her down onto the bed and put a tie around her mouth. Hyunjin has been waiting for this moment. He never thought that it would go down like this but hey, it was working and that’s all the matters to him. The little girl he greatly lusted for, was tied to his bed, at his mercy. Hyunjin quickly strips, completely forgetting about San and fucks his soul into her.

“YOU FUCKING CUNT! YOU’RE LIFE WOULD’VE BEEN SO MUCH EASIER IF YOU JUST..” Hyunjins hips sped up and he choked her down, pounding inside of her. “P-PLEASE HYUNJIN! I-I’M SO SORRY FOR EVERYTHING, BUT PLEASE SLOW DOWN IT HURTS SO BAD!” Both of them were screaming at the top of their lungs, while San sat back, naked, with one hand stroking his cock and the other hand holding his belt. The skin slapping was music to his ears. He watches as his pal fucks anger and sadness into her, feeling no pity. “SAN P-PLEASE HElp” Hyunjin slaps her and growls, going as fast as he can, nearly breaking the bed.

“I hate you!” She hiccuped. “I hate both of you!” She tugs on her restrainants, but they were just too tight to get out of. Her next option was to cry, but no one would hear her because of the tie around her mouth. Hyunjin’s cock twitched at the sight of her ruined face. Her hot tears glided down her face and her pussy clenched around his cock as it went deep into her stomach. Hyunjin pressed down on his bulge in her stomach and pounds her harder. “You like this Tinker Bell. You love it…”

“No, I don't!” Her words were muffled and weak. “Even if you don’t, I’ll fuck my babies into you in the future. We can have a nice little family. Wouldn’t you love that? Wouldn’t you love to be the mother of my kids?” The man sends her a sinister look, before he cums into her once again. Y/N’s muffled screams release when she squirts all over Hyunjin and starts hysterically crying.

The man blows on her burning clit, sending shivers up her spine. “My turn.” San stands up and clears his throat. His cum was all over his hand and cock. His long, veiny cock stood tall and proud. He walks past Hyunjin, and flips Y/N over onto her stomach, because her preferred to take her from behind. “San please, please have mercy on me! I beg you! Please please please stop!”

“Little whore’s scared now? What happened to the brat behaviour? What happened to that diva, fashion fairy? Is she hiding in your tiny asshole? Looks like I have to go in, to find out.”

“NO!” San presses her face into a pillow and forces his cock into her ass. Her hole hugged each of his veins, throwing him off the edge. “Fuck! This is the only hole of yours that isn’t tight. Well not for long.” She kicks her feet under him, hoping to grab his attention. But it doesn’t work. Nothing and I mean nothing would stop San in that moment.

To make it even ‘better’, Hyunjin pulls her hair out of her face and forces his cock down her throat, face slamming her after. She gags multiple times and her tears slide down his cock, making it salty.

San rams her ass, while Hyunjin fucks her face and all she could do was cry about it. Her ass was on fire around San’s huge cock because she’s never been stretched in that area.

Both of the males cum almost at the same time. Y/N’s ass overflows with San’s cum and her mouth fills up with Hyunjin’s. “Is it- is it over?”

“Not even close!” The boys flip her on her side and this time, Hyunjin takes her from behind. Both don’t waste any time to hold her down and fuck her viciously. San watched as the girl’s tears, whimpers and sobs left her shaking mouth. Hyunjin choked her from behind while slamming into her. She cries, helplessly on San’s shoulder, regretting every mistake she’s made.

“Please slow down! My body can’t do it! Please I’ll faint! Please!” She sobbed out, feeling her heart break. “Please!” They both move in closer, squishing Y/N between them, so she could feel the pressure in her stomach. San and Hyunjin’s cock rub inside her, and go up to her stomach, constantly knocking air out of her.

San moves her hair away from her face and ear. He kisses her jawline up to her ear and whispers. “You gonna be a good girl for your daddies?”

“Yes”

“Are you gonna listen and obey your daddies?”

“Y-yes”

“You’re gonna allow your daddies to use you for anything they want, correct.”

Her heart clenches and she squeezes her eyes shut, squirting around San.

“C-c-cor-rectt” she quietly stutters out.

Hyunjin marks her neck up from behind, while San made sure she was still conscious. Y/N’s vision blurred because of the tears in her eyes and she slowly cried under the two men. Her legs were too weak to kick, she lost her voice from crying, and had the small amount of energy that was keeping her conscious.

Hyunjin moves in closer, licking and sucking on her ear. San moves in closer too, pulling her in a rough, deep kiss, giving her all of his saliva. He proceeds to lick her cheeks and bite her jawline. “You’re so fucking sexy, tinker bell.”

The man behind you starts degrading you in your ear. “It could’ve just been me and my cock. But you need two to pound this filthy, used pussy. This is your fault! Keep crying about it, but just know you did this to yourself!” He spits on her face and slaps her ass.

“Daddies, I’m close and it hurts.”

“Baby, squirt for your daddies one more time.”

She shakes her head, no, because her insides were killing her. Her core was on fire and they kept hitting the same spot where it hurt. She silently sobs and stuffs her face into the pillow, not having the energy to face them.

“Do it! Squirt you little slut!” San growls in her ear, and his sweat drips down onto her face.

“I-it hurts! N-no!”

San holds her down and they both increase their speed, making her scream. “IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY!” She clenches around the boys and quivers violently. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry for everything! Please I’m so sorry!”

She cries as she squirts for the third time. Her crying was a lot louder and both of the men hugged her to calm her down. “That’s enough, don’t overreact.” Hyunjin says, in a quiet tone.

Her legs shake and her eyelids get heavy. “A-are we done?”

San kisses her forehead and cuddles in closer.

“Yes we are, Tinker Bell”

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Not edited! Will edit in the morning!

[harrysgloves]

Fine Line

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word count: 2.5k

story summary: You and Harry had always walked that fine line of friends or something more. Singlemom!Reader x Harry Styles

warnings: Language // Arguments // Intimidation? 

a/n: Let me know what you think. I love feed back. Especially since I’ve been stuck in a writing rut and this seems to be the only story I can focus on lately.

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The second those two pink lines showed up on that plastic test your whole life changed. Your whole mindset changed. A swirl of anxiety and excitement whirled around in your stomach that now housed your child.

Your child.

You squealed as you looked at the pregnancy test. No, you and your boyfriend of 3 years definitely weren’t trying to get pregnant but this was one of the best accidents that you'd ever had.

Your heartbeat fast in your chest as you laid the test on the bathroom counter. Tears leaking out of the corner of your eyes as you looked lovingly at those two bright pink lines.

You pulled out your phone, snapping a picture of the test, and sending it to two of your oldest long distance best friends. This was too much information to process on your own and you definitely needed some ideas on how you were going to tell your boyfriend.

You hadn't even had time to put your phone down when it started ringing in your hand. The vibration startled you out of your thoughts.

"Hey." You said with a big smile across your face. Grinning from ear to ear, so excited to talk about your big news.

"Don't hey me like that! Oh my god, I'm so excited!" One of your best friends, Abby, said from the other line, her voice higher than usual.

"I know me too. It was totally unplanned though. I'm not sure how he'll react." You said with a sigh, your eyes never leaving the test for long. Constantly checking back to make sure none of the lines had disappeared.

"He'll be excited or I'll punch him in the dick." She mumbled under her breath making you laugh as you took the test and hid it in a drawer in the bathroom.

"We've never talked about it before." You chewed anxiously on the inside of your cheek. Your already upset stomach growing weaker by the second.

How had you never talked about this before with him? Why haven't you?

Those pesky thoughts of him turning up his nose at children during family gatherings looming in your mind. Would he be like that with his own child?

"I'll be your baby daddy." She said, cutting off your thoughts.

"Shut up." You said with a laugh as you leaned against the countertop. Not entirely sure if you were going to barf or not with how much you'd managed to work yourself up.

"Are you at work?" You asked when you heard phones ringing in the background.

"Duh."

"You could have texted." You said sternly.

She had never taken her secretary's job seriously and you didn't blame her. It wasn’t at all what she had originally planned to do but things change when schooling costs as much as it does.

"This is not a texting moment! Besides, this place doesn't pay me enough anyway."

"Probably because you're on your phone during company time." You said, choosing to ignore her annoyed tone of voice as you made your way out of your bathroom and into the living room. Plopping down on the couch, your hand instinctively going to your flat stomach.

"How're you going to tell him?" She asked, changing the topic from you telling her off.

"Dunno. I might tell him after dinner, like make his favorite meal or something and tell him afterward."

You honestly had no idea how to tell someone they were going to be a dad. Sure, you saw those videos of people surprising their husbands with gifts and videotaping it for all of Instagram to see but that seemed so impersonal to you.

Plus, you had no idea how the hell he'd handle something like this. Would he cry? Would he leave you?

You honestly had no idea. The only sort of children interaction you two had together was the times your baby cousins showed up for your family's Christmas party and he didn’t go anywhere near them.

"Ohhh, romantic." She said you hummed your agreement as you closed your eyes. Your head was pounding with yet another headache which you now knew was because of all the hormones your body was producing.

"Maybe I could buy an onesie or something. I don't know… I'm nervous." You said, with your arm going over your eyes. You needed a nap, desperately.

"Don't be, girl. He loves you."

"Yeah, I know, just anxious. You know how guys are."

That nervous tick of yours coming through as you took your hand off your eyes to bit your nails. The state of them was gruesome.

"Don't be anxious. You've been together since college. You live together. I mean, you guys are like the dream team."

"Thanks, Abs." You sighed, pulling your hand away from your mouth and back over your eyes.

"No problem, let me know how tonight goes, okay?" She said, sensing the conversation was over as your voice grew more and more tired.

"Alright. Love you." You said with a slight smile on your face, knowing whatever happened you at least had great friends who would always have your back.

"Love you too babies and so does Jesse just remember that."

>>>

After your much-needed nap, you spent the rest of the day cleaning your apartment. Every speck of dust removed from every surface of the home you two had made together over the years.

Every picture of you two traveling to different countries wiped down. Every pillow you bought while visiting his family out of state fluffed. Every piece of furniture you two decided on together was polished.

You even managed to cook his favorite meal that his mother gave you the recipe for the last time you had been to see her at the retirement home she now lived in.

Everything was perfect.

The smell of the roast beef dinner wafted through the air in the apartment as you sat the dish on the dining room table. The tall and slender white candles burned bright in their holders. The soft warm glow from the flames dancing across the room as you sat in your chair smoothing down the dress you pulled out of the back of your closet.

It was 5:49 and the love of your life should be home any minute.

You nervously fidgeted with your hands, fumbling with your hair, tugging your dress as the minutes ticked away. Your heart picking up its pace the closer it got to 6. The sound of the door opening had you jumping out of the chair, startled but trying your best to keep a calm exterior as you turned to smile at Jesse.

His eyebrows furrowed tightly together as he took in the sight around him. His favorite dinner on the table, you dressed in one of his favorite dresses that you hadn't worn in forever. That bright smile on your face as you sauntered over to him.

"Wow, you look amazing." He said, leaning down to kiss you, his bag and coat was haphazardly thrown to the ground as he wrapped his arms around you. A smile on both your lips as he pulled you close to him.

"Didn't miss any important days, right?" He asked when you pulled back from the kiss, your fingers brushing his soft brown hair out of his eyes.

"Nope. Just wanted to surprise you with something nice." You lied smoothly, hoping he didn't notice your eyes darting away from his.

"It's perfect, baby. Thank you." He said before kissing your forehead.

You had to constantly remind yourself to not start crying from him being so sweet as you took his hand and led him to the table. He quickly walked in front of you to pull out a chair for you.

"Feel like it's my birthday or something." He said as he settled into his own chair. Eagerly dipping out a plate for both of you.

"Well, you work hard. It's nice to come home to this every once in a while." You shrugged as you picked up your fork to eat the meal your stomach and baby definitely weren’t in the mood for.

"Thank you, I know you haven't been feeling good lately, means a lot." He said with a smile as he leaned across the table to give you a chaste kiss.

"I wanted to talk to you about that actually." You said after you swallowed down the food that seemed to be stuck in your throat. Quickly downing a glass of water when he hummed out for you to continue, his mouth full of your delicious dinner.

"I'm pregnant." You said excitedly a smile on your face that quickly fell when you saw his wide blue eyes. His fork clattering against the nice China plate.

"You're joking." An incredulous look on his face as he eyed you down across the table that had suddenly started to feel more like an interrogation table.

"What? No. I'm not joking."

"You've got to be kidding." He said his voice rising as his hand brushed through his hair. Letting out a sigh as he crossed his arms to look down at you.

"No, Jess. I'm not kidding. I'm pregnant." You said yet again. His face contorting from confusion to anger, lips pursing as his eyes flashed in a way you'd never seen before.

"This is a mistake! You can't be, we use protection!" He roared from the other side of the table. His hand slamming down on the glass top so hard all the dishes clattered and clanked against each other.

"Birth control doesn't always work." You instinctively grabbed your stomach as you backed away slightly in your chair. Tears in your eyes as you looked at the guy you loved ripping your heart into pieces.

"Bullshit. You must have missed a dose or stopped on purpose!"

"I didn't stop it or miss any doses. What's wrong with you?" You asked, your voice rising as all your hopes and dreams of this night and your future together started to crumble down around you.

"I don't want a fucking child, Y/N! That's what's fucking wrong with me." He yelled as he flipped his dinner plate on the floor. Food flying across your perfectly cleaned floors and walls.

"Well, it's too late for that!" You yelled back as you stood up from your spot at the table. Tears flowing freely down your cheeks as you turned to leave the room.

Hoping time to cool down would do him some good. Help him get his head on straight. Realize this is his child.

"Abort it." He called out making you stop in your tracks.

"What?" You asked, giving him one more chance to take what he had just said back, wishing by him taking it back that he didn't mean it.

"You heard me. Abort it. I don't want it." He scoffed in an irritated tone and suddenly, like a light switch flipping, the man you cared for and wanted to spend your whole life with looked more like a monster than he did a man.

"I'm not aborting our fucking child!" You yelled at him. Your body shaking as you cried the hardest you've ever cried in your life.

"I'm not raising a kid. Either abort it or leave." He said with his head pressed firmly in his hands.

Your mind already made up as you headed for your bedroom.

"Where are you going?" He asked, following behind you as you tore a bag out of your closet and hastily threw random items of clothing in it.

"Y/N?" He asked again when you pushed by him, storming out of the bedroom and towards the front door.

"Y/N, fucking stop! What are you doing?" He yelled this time, his voice vibrating along the walls in the house you used to call home as you slipped on your shoes.

"You gave me an ultimatum." You said as you dried your eyes and opened the door. "I've made my choice."

"My things will be out by the end of next week." You said as you stared out the door towards your car. Forcing yourself to walk straight out the door, slamming it behind you.

Your heart broke into a million pieces as you drove to the only other place in the world you wanted to be. Realizing within seconds that Jesse wasn't going to come after you. He didn't call out for you, didn't follow you out the door, didn't even bother to text or call as you drove the 15 minute trip to where you were going.

Your eyes filled with tears as you stood on the doorstep with your bag around your shoulder. The tall door in front of you looming over you as you stared at. You couldn't even bring yourself to knock as you sobbed into your hands, crumbling into a ball onto the steps.

"Y/N?" The sound of your name snapped you out of your breakdown. Your head turned to see one of your oldest friends in the doorway of his house.

"Hi, Harry." You said through your tears, your hand wiping away the rivers that flowed on your cheeks as you looked up at him.

"What're doin' 'ere? Where's Jess?" He asked, stepping forward towards you, his hands wiping away the sleep from his eyes.

"I- um…" You stuttered, your eyes darting away from his. "I need a place to stay for a few days and you always said I'd have a place here."

"Course y'do. Told y'when we were 8 that I'd always have a room fo' yeh." A hint of a smile on his face that slid off the second you didn't respond.

He sighed sitting down beside you. His shoulder pressed tightly against yours as you both looked out towards the street. The city lights twinkling like stars.

"Wot happened?" He finally broke the silence between you two. Your head laying on his shoulder as you took a deep breath in, trying to remind yourself to be calm.

"I'm pregnant and he told me to abort it or leave." You said, Harry's arm wrapping around your shoulder instantly, pulling you into some sort of weird sideways hug that was tight enough to almost hurt but was the kind of hug you needed. Silent tears falling from your eyes onto his white shirt as his head rested on the top of your hair.

"So, I left." You sighed. Your body sagging as Harry tensed up behind you but you were too exhausted from the day, exhausted from the hormones, exhausted from the crying to even notice.

"Okay, let's get y'inside, yeah?" He asked you nodded your agreement as he helped you inside.

"Can you call Gem and Abs? Let them know I'm okay? They're blowing up my phone." You said once you were inside the house. Your long-forgotten bag placed by the front door as Harry locked it again.

"Yeah, I'll call 'em." He said as he took your hand pulling you to the guest room.

"Thanks, Hazza." You mumbled as you turned to face him. Your arms around him as you nuzzled into his chest.

"Always 'ere fo' yeh, Y/N/N."

[movieexpert1978]

Trouble in Paradise

This story is personal to me. This is a venting story. It's another story between our poly relationship between King Schultz, Blofeld , Nora and Elisa. There is alot of angst, yelling, swearing, depression and some drinking.

Nora belongs to @wingsy-keeper-of-songs  

Nora, Blofeld, and King Schultz are not my characters. 

Elisa sighs as she closed the door behind her. It was almost midnight so she made sure to be quiet. She took her shoes off and went to the kitchen and emptied her lunch box. She looked around and didn’t find anything out of place which made her sad. She looked down the hall to the living room and no one was up. She went to the first floor bathroom and turned the shower on. This seemed to be her routine lately. She worked second shift at a factory. It seemed to add more to her unique and complicated relationship to say the least. After all she was human in polyamorous relation with a witch, a werewolf, and a vampire. Ernst was off on business. King worked 9-5 as a dentist and Nora ran a small tarot card shop nearby. Despite all that she was very lonely lately. They had decided to purchase a large home together to be closer. She wasn’t exactly feeling that as she got out of the shower and went off to bed.

When she woke up the next morning, she knew the house was empty. It was all quiet and it hurt a little bit. She felt like she got herself in this situation. She was afraid to talk about her feelings as she didn’t want to come across as needy or jealous. She just kept it to herself. She just kept poking at her phone until she had to go to work again. That seemed to be her routine lately. She was able to check her phone during work and she couldn’t stand it. King and Nora were enjoying dinner and having a nice time. She huffed and turned her phone off for the rest of the night. She didn’t even bother being quiet when she got home and made herself something to eat. In her anger she banged away at the pots and pans she used before she sat down at the dining room table by herself. As she started to eat she heard someone come in.

“Elisa?” King says.

“Oh hi King.” She says quietly.

“What are you doing?” He asks coming over to her.

“I’m eating. What does it look like?” She snaps.

“I was just asking. Did you drop something? I heard a bang.” He says.

“No.” She says calmly.

“No King. I’m fine. Go back to bed.” She huffs.

“Stop acting childish.” He says defensively.

“Whatever King, do what you want.” Elisa mutters. He frowns as he looks at her but she doesn’t look at him.

“Do you want to talk?” He asks.

“No.”

“Well then knock it off and loose the attitude.” He says before he leaves.

“Fuck you too! You miserable mutt!” Elisa shouts before she can stop herself. She grabs her food and hurries to a bedroom as she hears King coming back. She locks the door before he finds her.

“What did you just say?!” He snaps. He goes to the bedroom and the door rattles. “If you have something to say to me then say it to my face!” He snaps. Nora comes downstairs quickly.

“King, what’s going on?” She asks.

“Elisa is acting like a spoiled brat!” He snaps. “Open the damn door girl!” He shouts and bangs on the door again. Elisa hides in the closed with her knees up and clutching her head as she cries.

“King, stop yelling.” She says getting him away from the door. “Elisa…honey…what’s wrong?” She asks calmly. Elisa just curls up as she cries into her knees. “Elisa, please open the door.” Nora says.

“No…” Elisa whimpers. Nora looks at King and gives his chest slap.

“Hey!” He protests.

“Don’t scare her like that.” Nora says.

“Oh really! She was the one banging on everything to wake us up and gave me attitude.” King snaps.

“It doesn’t help when you’re charging at her either.” Nora says. She did have a good point. She did have a good point. “Elisa, King and I are going back to bed. If you want to talk just come in.” Nora says. Elisa doesn’t answer as Nora takes King back to bed. Elisa stayed in the room for the rest of the night. When she wakes up she walks around carefully, hoping to avoid King and Nora. Much to her relief they’re gone for the day. She gets a bag of clothes and a few things before she heads off to work. She won’t be going home tonight. Luckily, she’s at a different part of the factory so she doesn’t check her phone as much. When she leaves work she heads over to one of the apartments Ernst has set up as a sort of safe house. After she takes a shower and gest into bed, she finally looks at her phone. She starts to cry as she realizes most of her notifications are from her apps. She does have a text from Nora.

N: Hi honey, I hope you’re ok. You can always talk to me. Love you.

Elisa sniggles as she writes her response.

E: Love you too.

She has another message from Ernst and a few missed calls from him too.

E: Answer your damn phone.

She waits around and right on cue she gets a call from him.

“Hello?” She says quietly.

“What’s going on?” Ernst says irritated. Elisa flinches at his tone.

“Nothing.”

“Elisa, knock it off! King called and said that you blew up on him last night.” He huffs. Elisa covers her mouth to muffle her crying. “I’ll be back in a few days. You think you can calm down by then?” He asks

“No! Just leave me alone!” She sobs.

“Elisa stop, you’re being ridiculous.” Ernst says.

“You always say that! Fuck you, you fucking asshole!” Elisa screams. A wave of emotions just rushes over her and she can’t hold it back anymore. “You always fucking saw that when I get upset! You never say that to Nora or King when something happens with them. It’s always my stupid human emotions.” She sobs. “It’s not fair Ernst…you may deny it but all of you treat me different than you treat each other.” She whimpers.

“Elisa…you’re human…”

“Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!” Elisa screams. “I don’t fucking care that I’m human. When was that last time you surprised me with flowers or something?” She cries. “I’m always seeing King and Nora surprising each other on social media. I can’t remember the last time that happened.” She says. She sniffles and cries as she tries to steady herself. “I try so fucking hard to keep my mouth shut so this doesn’t happen, but I keep seeing it and seeing it and I can’t help but feel so left out. I know it sounds stupid…so, so stupid…but sometimes King and Nora leave dinner out for me when I get home from work. I felt so happy to see it. They haven’t done that in so long and it just hurts. I know you probably think I’m stupid and I can just ask but I’m scared to ask half the time.” Elisa sobs. “Why do I have to ask for everything? I know it’s so stupid but why can’t I be surprised and spoiled once and a while too?” She cries. She sobs and sniffles wiping her eyes. “I feel so boring and inferior compared to you guys. I’m just a fucking factory worker. I’m a fucking nobody.” Elisa starts sobbing again and she wipes her eyes. “Forget it…just forget it…it doesn’t matter anyway…I’m sorry I yelled at you…please leave me alone. I don’t want to bother anyone.” Elisa whispers. She’s too tired to talk anymore so she just hangs up on him. She slumps over on the bed and sobs as she keeps hitting her head. She sobs and screams into the pillows until she’s exhausted.

Xxxxxxxxxx

Thankfully, today was Friday and Elisa wasn’t scheduled for the weekend. She planned on getting through her Friday shift and going back to the apartment to sleep and drink. She was tired and just wanted to be alone. Elisa managed to get through her shift at work before she went away to the apartment. She was afraid someone was there, but no one was. She got a nice big can of booze and laid in the bed with the TV on. She checked her phone and a notice went off. It was text from Nora.

N: Hey are you ok? You haven’t been home for a few days.

E: I’m fine.

N: Where are you?

E: I just want to be alone please.

N: Elisa, please come home. We love you. I love.

E: I love you too.

N: Baby, please come back. I miss you.

Elisa looks away from the phone, wiping her eyes. She takes a big swig from her can.

E: I’m sorry. I’m going to bed.

N:…ok…goodnight. I love you.

E: I love you too.

Xxxxxxxxx

Even when Elisa woke up the next morning, she didn’t get out of bed. She wanted a drink, but she just hid under the covers drifting in and out of sleep. She was half asleep when she thought she heard something, but she was still dozing. She yelped when someone pulled the blankets off of her roughly.

“Get up.” King said.

“King…how did you find me?” Elisa asks.

“Ernst told us.” He says. “Get dressed. You’re going home.” He says firmly.

“Go away.” Elisa says grabbing the covers.

“Stop it. You’ve got Nora all upset and worried.”

“Ohhh…so this is about Nora….not the fact that I’m upset.” Elisa says bitterly.

“Elisa, knock it off. You know what I meant.” He snaps.

“And I said go away!” Elisa snaps back. He grabs her arm and yanks her out of bed making her yelp and flinch. His grip is too tight.

“You’re coming home right now so we can figure this out.” He nearly snarls. She flinches and goes silent as tears run down her face. She yanks her arm away and reluctantly gets dressed and gets her things. When they leave she flinches again when King slams the door behind them. She knows King will dive behind her on the way back. It doesn’t stop her from sniffling and crying softly all the way home. Elisa is quiet as they walk back into the house. Nora quickly comes over to them.

“Oh Elisa!” Nora says, happy to see her again.

“Hello.” Elisa says quietly. She gives Nora a quick hug before she tries to go upstairs.

“Where are you going?” King says yanking her wrist again.

“Ow!” Elisa cries out but he still holds onto her.

“I told you we were going to talk.” He says.

“Why? I’m here now. Nora doesn’t have to worry anymore. I’ll just go get my checkbook and give you the money for the damn bills since apparently that’s all I’m good for every four months anyway!” Elisa shouts.

“Elisa stop being so childish.” King shouts back.

“Let go of me!” Elisa shouts painfully yanking her arm back. “You and Ernst fucking deserve each other. You always say I’m being childish or something…but these are my feelings!” She screams. Nora watches her sadly with tears in her eyes. “You always forget me until I get like this. Then I’m nothing but a fucking problem or inconvenience for you.” She says.

“You just expect us to bow down to your every whim and serve you?” King argues. Apparently Ernst told them about their own conversation.

“King…” Nora starts

“If you see it like then you don’t know me at all.” Elisa sobs. “You think I just want to be showered with gifts every day? No I don’t.” She pleads. “But as I told Ernst, every now and then you guys would leave me a plat for dinner and I…I…” Elisa struggles with her tears for a moment before she continues. “I really liked that because it made me feel better after a day a work…and I…I always like writing my little thank you notes to leave on the dining room table because I hoped it would make you smile before you guys went off to work.” Elisa walks back a few steps so she sit down as she cries for a moment.

“Elisa…” Nora says sadly.

“And…and…I always see stuff between you and Nora about how lucky you are to have each other and how you guys surprise each other with little gifts or a surprise lunch…and it’s just…it’s just…” Elisa whimpers and bites her lip to hold back her sobs. “I just wanted that feeling too.” She whimpers. “I just want that feeling that someone was thinking of me. I feel that lately all I do is think of you guys and nobody thinks about me.” Elisa sobs. She buries her face into her hands feeling so ashamed. Nora hurries over and pulls Elisa into her arms. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Elisa sobs in Nora’s embrace. King lowers his head sadly.

“No…no don’t be sorry.” Nora whispers gently. King took this the wrong way big time. She just wanted to feel included. In truth, Ernst had recorded the conversation with Elisa and played it back to them. Nora was in tears while King just thought Elisa was being spoiled brat, which wasn’t how she was at all. Now he was the one feeling like an idiot to say the least. “It’s ok Elisa. We love you so much.” Nora says tenderly. She kisses the top of her head. She knew something was off with Elisa for a while now but she wasn’t sure what. She wished she had addressed it sooner.

“Nora’s right, don’t be sorry.” King says, cautiously coming closer. Elisa glances at King and he nearly turns away, but he doesn’t and he finally sees the exhaustion in her eyes. “Oh darling…I’m so sorry I got angry with you. I shouldn’t have done that.” He says. He gently reaches out and kisses her temple. Elisa whimpers softly as she looks at him

“I’m sorry.” Elisa says quietly.

“I’m sorry too.” King says.

“Me too.” Nora adds. Elisa settles down leaning against Nora as she sniffles and wipes her eyes. Nora holds her for a whole as King rubs her hand.

“Can I lay down please?” Elisa asks after a while.

“Yeah.” Nora chuckles. They help each other up and Elisa smiles weakly at them, unsure of what to do next. “Why don’t you take a nap and we’ll wake you up when dinner is ready.” Nora says.

“ Ok…thank you.” Elisa says. Nora and King give her one more kiss before she lays down to rest.

Xxxxxxxx

Elisa was nervous when she came back home from work because today Ernst came back. She pulled into the driveway and stared at the house for a few minutes, full of dread. She sighed as she gathered herself and went inside. She was surprised that all of them were still up when Elisa walked into the kitchen.

“Hello Elisa.” Ernst says as he goes over to her.

“Hi Ernst.” She says.

“I know our last conversation didn’t go too well…and I’m sorry.” He says sincerely. “I…was honestly so shocked to hear you that upset…I didn’t know what to do.” He says. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way.” He gently pulls her into a hug. “I love you so much.” He says as he kisses her.

“I love you too. I’m sorry about what I said.” Elisa says.

“Don’t be sorry. I needed to hear that.” He says. He kisses her tenderly. “I love you so much.” He whispers again. They pull away and take a deep breath to steady themselves. “Now…time for dinner.” He says.

“We got lots of pasta!” Nora announces excitedly

“Oh yummy! Thank you.” Elisa says as she sits down. They enjoy a lovely dinner together and Elisa feels at peace. Everything feels the way it should be again and Elisa is all the more grateful for it.

[free-pool-trash]

she - warren worthington iii

More Warren!!! He honestly makes me just 🥺 but also 🥵

Requested by the lovely @kurt-nightcrawler​: so,,,, Warren’s writing poetry for a class and he’s really struggling,, so someone suggests he writes about what makes him happy and it’s the reader and then y/n finds out he wrote this really good poetry about them and the reader is all like 🥺🥺

This is so cute thank you for sending it in ✨💕 hope u like it boo i changed it a little i hope it’s still okay :)))

Okay but the tea is I SUCK with poetry okay so I stole song lyrics from a song that I just think is so super cute and kinda goes with the request and that is She by Dodie 🥺 (but I changed it to be more poem like)

Word count: 1,891 :)))

Warning (s): tooth rotting fluff, swearing (obviously), I'm physically incapable of not including Peter in these, that good kissing shit 

masterlist

"Okay, class. Have that assignment for class on Friday." The English teacher spoke loudly to the room full of students and Warren had to fight to contain a groan.

Creative writing - poetry or the way that Warren saw it, torture. Not to get him wrong, he loved poetry. It was deep and it could say things without really saying anything at all, he was one of those people who just got symbolism, no explanations needed. 

However, that didn't mean that he was any good at actually writing poetry. And this assignment was due for Friday, which meant he had four days to figure out how to write a decent poem. 

The thought occurred to him to simply pull some shitty haiku out of his ass and maybe get some marks for effort, but, he dismissed it as English was pretty much the only subject that he had an active interest in, he didn't want his average falling because he handed up one shitty poem.

After the bell rang signalling the end of the class and the end of the day, the winged boy made his way to his dorm to work on his homework and make a start on the dreaded English assignment, where would he even begin?

"Hey man, you coming to hang out?" Warren's roommate, Peter, asked speeding into the dorm room.

Looking up from the blank page of his English copy, Warren cocked an eyebrow at his silver haired friend, "Who's gonna be there?" 

"The whole gang." Peter replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world to which Warren nodded his head and got up from his bed, tossing his English copy onto the floor, he'd work on it some more tomorrow.

"(Y/n) was wondering where you were." Peter told Warren nonchalantly, as if it didn't even matter, oh if only he knew.

At the statement Warren's eyes widened and he was flooded with worry, "Why is she okay? Did she need me for something?" He questioned frantically, as Peter pursed his lips and made a face at him.

"No. She just wanted to know why you didn't come to hang out after class ended…" Peter replied heading out the door with Warren following behind him, a lot calmer now.

When the two boys entered the room, Warren caught sight of you immediately, the bright smile you gave him once he entered the room very nearly floored him.

It was no secret to anyone, not even you, that Warren Worthington III was absolutely crazy about you. You were soft and bright, you were the human embodiment of sunshine. To Warren you felt so familiar, like the cool release of fall coming in after a hot summer.

See, he absolutely understood symbolism, especially when it came to you: His girl that isn't actually his girl. 

Warren walked over to the seat you'd saved him on the couch, beside you, trying his best to keep up his cool exterior Warren sat down and threw his arm over the back of the couch, his hand brushing against your shoulder as he did.

"Hey, Princess." He reveled in the way the nickname brought a hue of pink to your cheeks, and the smile you tried to hide from him only made him chuckle.

"Hey, War. Where have you been?" You asked, scooting ever so slightly closer to him.

At your question Warren groaned and his head fell into your shoulder in exhaustion. "Ugh, I've got an assignment due for Friday. Have to write a poem- I was trying to work on it after class. It's hell." 

Laughing at him, you brought your hand up to play with his blonde curls that were brushing against your neck as he huffed about English. 

"I thought you loved poetry?" You wondered out loud, frowning as he shook his head against your shoulder.

You were sure he loved poetry, something about the symbolism and depth of words.

"Not if I'm the one writing it." He elaborated for you, noticing your frown and adorable furrowed eyebrows and he didn't even realize he was staring up at you until Peter let out an exaggerated groan from the end of the couch.

"Ugh! Would you two just kiss already? The tension is k-i-l-l-i-n-g me!" He exclaimed, dragging out the word ‘killing’ for as long as he could. 

"Peter! Shut the hell up they were being cute!" Jubilee shouted, throwing a handful of popcorn at the speedster who only shrugged.

Kurt looked at you, Warren, Peter and Jubilee confused as Jean and Scott watched you all in amusement.

"Are you two going out?" Kurt asked innocently, looking between each member of the group.

"Might as well be." Peter remarked causing your cheeks to heat and you only added to the teasing as you hid your reddening face in Warren's blonde curls.

"SEE!" Peter exclaimed, pointing at you and Warren accusingly.

You knew better than anybody that you and Warren acted like a couple, but you and him never had that conversation. But it's not like you needed to, it's not like you ever kissed or anything, you were just close.

"Shut the fuck up, Maximoff. You don't know what you're talking about." Warren said, irritation clear in his voice, he didn't even bother to untangle himself from you, you were both used to your friends acting like this. 

He cared a little less about the teasing than you did, however. Awkwardly, you cleared your throat and eased Warren's head off your shoulder before standing up, "I'm, um, yeah I'm gonna go… do homework or something." You stuttered out before practically running out of the room.

If looks could kill, Peter would've dropped dead from the glare Warren was giving him, "Way to go, asshole."

Come the next day everything went back to normal, Peter's teasing hadn't upset you, not really, it was just that fact that you were in some weird in-between phase with Warren where you both knew you wanted to be more than friends but neither of you had said anything yet and Peter calling you out had just sent you into a whirlpool of thoughts about you and Warren that just left you wanting to be more.

It was always the same, day in day out, you hung out with your friends, you or Warren saved each other the seat beside the other and then your friends teased you about what you already knew. "(Y/n) and Warren act like a couple." This and, "(Y/n) and Warren look so cute together." That. Well you were sick of it. You didn't want to just act like a couple, you wanted to be a couple.

The cycle continued until Thursday. Warren had denied Peter's attempts to get him to go hang out as he still had to write his stupid fucking poem. He hadn't made even a word of progress since the project had been assigned. It was getting frustrating.

He'd been slumped over his English work for about 5 hours, it was late in the evening now and sometime during his struggling to write the sun had gone down.

Warren was pulled out of his trance when you peaked your head through his door, smiling sweetly and glancing to Peter's bed to make sure he wasn't in the room before entering.

"Brought you a snack." You told him, handing him the plate of food and sitting down behind him, propping your chin on his shoulder and looking over it with a sympathetic look, "Still no luck with that poem, huh Birdy?"

Warren only hummed, leaning into your body for comfort, he was stumped.

"Yeah, I've got nothin'."

"Well," You started thoughtfully, "Why don't you try writing about something you like?" You suggested while Warren closed his eyes, "Something I like?"

You nodded against his shoulder, "Yeah, like things that make you happy!" You chirped as he opened his green eyes to look at you, your face so close to his. He could smell your shampoo and see every single detail of your face, like looking at a picture.

A smile broke his face, "I think I'll be able to think of something." He told you smugly.

Looks like he'd found some inspiration.

After you left, Warren didn't waste anymore time and quickly finished his poetry assignment and handed it up on time in his class on Friday.

The stress of the previously unwritten poem had evaporated and Warren enjoyed his weekend with you and the rest of your friends, he had to thank his English teacher for handing out the assignment, though. It made him realize everything he'd really been thinking, the little things he noticed often subconsciously.

When his teacher handed him back the graded poem, he couldn't have been happier, he got an A+ and honestly, it was all thanks to you.

His final product had been about you, after all.

After class he'd walked into the common room, to see that you were the first one there and by yourself.

"Princess." He greeted happily, plopping down next to you and shoving the piece of paper with his poem on it, into your hands.

"Ohhh, A+, can I?" You asked, glancing between Warren and the poem.

Warren nodded confidently, impatient and wanting to see your reaction to his poetry.

"Go on. Read it."

"Okay." You smiled and cleared your throat dramatically before beginning to read.

"Am I allowed to look at her like that?

Could it be wrong

When she's just so nice to look at?" You read out softly, a teasing tone to your voice that soon faded away as you continued.

"And she smells like lemongrass and sleep

She tastes like apple juice and peach

Oh, you would find her in a Polaroid picture

And she...

Means everything to me" Warren was biting his lip as he watched you read with a small smile, the lines making sense to you, he hoped.

"I'd never tell

No, I'd never say a word

And oh, it aches

But it feels oddly good to hurt" As you read aloud you knew exactly what he was saying, smooth bastard.

'And I'll be okay

Admiring from afar

'Cause even when she's next to me

We could not be more far apart

And she tastes like birthday cake and story time and fall

But to her

I taste of nothing at all." You finished, looking directly into his eyes, lip between your own teeth almost mimicking him.

"Not to be seen annoyingly oblivious or anything, but I have to ask… who is this 'she'?" You asked Warren shyly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

"She is you." The winged boy stated clearly and you couldn't stop the relief filled laugh that left your mouth, followed by a muttered "thank God".

Warren barely had time to process what was happening before you had practically pounced on him, legs either side of his lap, both hands on either side of his face and your lips pressing against his.

Instinctively his hands grabbed onto your ass to keep you steady as he returned your passionate kiss, lips moving frantically against yours while he pressed you closer to him.

Little did either of you know that none other than Peter Maximoff was standing in the doorway of the common room, shaking his head disbelievingly, "Fucking finally."

[bangtansfavwriter]

🌷jimin having a crush on you🌷

(with a hint of smut & angst, still v fluffy 😌)

- a complete flirt or a complete shy bean, there's no in-between

- introduces you to his friends, his family, the staff, the ahjussi at the convenience store....

-will touch you a lot, so expect koala hugs on any given occasion

-you will stare at his lips a lot, unconsciously, which you'll notice when jimin looks like ar u like this : 👀🤭

-very very caring, the type to sprint across the city to be with you when something's wrong with you

- you guys would talk in person, on the phone, over text... actually a clingy one and he doesn't even hide it

-showers you with affection

- "you're so lovely, lovely, lovelyyy~"

- ur entire support system and personal hype man

- you know that will smith meme with his wife? that's jimin with you basically

- you two are completely emo when he has to leave for tour, but thank god there's skype

-gets emo again when you have to hang up

("good night, good night! parting is such a sweet sorrow." - "jimin, did you... did you just quote shakespeare on me?? minie, we're gonna talk tomorrow, don't be sad!"- "😔😔😔😔😔😔😔" - "nooo minie😭😭😭😭😭" - "noooooo im happy, look ☺️☺️☺️☺️" - "ok good 💞" - "........(😔)"- PARK JIMIN" - "👼🏻")

- stalks all your social media when he's on tour but will never tell you, accidentally like your pic from like 42 weeks ago and screamed so loud hobi fell out of his bed

-you sent him a screenshot of the notification you got with a single "?" and jimin welcomed the sweet release of death (he left you on read and prayed you would forget about it)

-stops by at your place when he's back in the country and gives you a hug so tight it lowkey feels like u guys made out, FLIRTS and you're like "what are we?" and he's "what do you mean? :))) we're friends ofc :))))))" [libras.]

-also, he often invites you to dance practices and is extra flamboyant meanwhile

- "y/n, have you seen the flip? it was good right?" ( boy's got a big fat praise kink tbh)

"you looked so cool, minie ~'

*gets shy, hides his face, jumps through the room*

(& you'd ask yourself if this the same guy who stripped at MAMA)

- his duality is no joke, even in your guys' relationship it would be confusing as hell sometimes, yet exciting because he shows you different sides : childlike and carefree / serious and seductive

- lots of cuddles and giggles together

- goes above and beyond to make you happy and ready to cut a bitch when you're upset

- could charm your pants off, hypothetically speaking, but he's also shyyy mostly bc he's scared you might not like him the same way

-at the dorms he would get into this mood where he would do dramatic monologues about his feelings which would put shakespeare to shame tbh

-they almost always end up with him imagining that you might go for someone else

-one day the boys would encourage him to go for it and he'd muster up the courage and be like "fuck yeah im gonna confess" and then loses courage when yoongi said "do it before someone else does it" and everyone would be screaming bc they just got jimin to shut up about you and were about to end the daily tortured hero vibe jimin had lately by tricking him into confessing (& jimin spent days giving yoongi a look that straight up said "et tu, brute?")

-jimin spent the days after that contemplating if you would actually date him or if you would go for someone else

-he'd be all pouty and would also be touchier than usual, bc he would this physical contact as some sort of reassurance, in a way

-you couldn't quite understand what was going on with him but you reciprocated in every scenario and he was very pleased with that

-when you guys would chill on a sofa and watch tv, he'd lay down and rest his head on your lap and wouldn't say anything and continue watching TV, but he'd still wait for your reaction and sigh happily when you started playing with his hair

-he'd do these little tests to gauge your reactions and to see how you act towards him

-he'd ask a lot about how you feel about relationships and respect and all that, he'd also test you... physically. and by that I mean the sensual hugs, light touches on your thigh and and the looks you'd share meanwhile... the first time you two had dinner with the guys in a restaurant with dim lights. when you felt his hand on your thigh, you looked at him with a raised brow and this lil shit deadass SMIRKED at you but you knew that 2 can play this game and smirked back and moved his hand slightly up and jimin's soul almost left his body. "what are we, y/n?" he whispered to you. "you tell me", you whispered back, with a cunning smile on your lips. you excused yourself and got up from the table and jimin jerked that moment, as you put your hand on his thigh when you lifted yourself up. (jk to nj: i don't know what is going on there but I bet it's disgusting, nj: no, don't be like that, sj: no, he's right)

-jimin and you (and everyone else, for that matter) entered a weird stage where you legit didn't know wtf was happening between you

-everything moved fast and yet you didnt know if you guys were going somewhere with this but jimin sure acted like your boyfriend yet didn't go beyond flirting

-and this was getting tiresome for you, but you were still hoping tbh, but you thought that maybe... maybe you were just a welcome distraction for him in all his hectic schedule. but deep down you knew this was your insecurities speaking, but sometimes it got the better of you.

-and things took an ugly turn when jimin tested you again, but in the most stupid way you could ever "test" someone... you've guessed it..... through jealousy.

- that was bc jimin himself got jealous when you were hanging out with yoongi, mostly bc he also remembered what yoongi once said about someone snatching you away from him

-and jimin absolutely hated this situation.... he knew this was irrational and that you could hang out with whomever you wanted & yoongi's obviously like a brother to him..... but jealousy is a very ugly feeling that makes you feel ugly things

-and jimin didn't want neither yoongi nor you to see this side of him so he didn't say anything. he didn't speak to neither of you. was it a good solution? hell no & he knew that. but he had to deal with his temper somehow... he cut you short whenever you tried to talk to him, saying he's busy and such, but you knew he was lying to you for some reason but you still were patient and did your best not to drag him to hell and back for lying to and ignoring you, as he stopped texting you as well. he didnt speak more than necessary with yoongi who only kept his mouth shut bc they was another matter involved. jimin had the idea for this "last test" for you when a new staff member got flirty with him, during a bighit party. you were there, too, in the same room, to be precise and jimin knew this and saw a chance coming, as you were talking to yoongi again who glared back at jimin who intensely kept staring at you two. so this new + drunk staff member came along and started talking with him.... and giggling so obnoxiously that yoongi and you rolled with your eyes at the same time and started laughing when you realized it. jimin wasn't listening to anything in the first place but when he saw you two laughing, he had a snap decision, turned to the staff member and coyly smiled and started flirting. you watched the whole play & jimin knew it, so he added some light touches and nudges here and there and you could feel getting more upset with every minute of this shit-show you were witnessing. yoongi put his hand on your arm and turned you away from jimin and his bimbo and face him instead. you could feel your blood rush to your head which was also apparent to yoongi who consoled you, as he knew of your feelings. jimin mistook the whole situation once again and went for the worst move.

you saw yoongi's glare and turned around only to see jimin holding his little plaything by the waist and them swaying around together. the other members noticed too and namjoon took the lead and quickly moved jimin away from dispatch's newest headline in the making. you turned to yoongi again and said "i'm going home, yoongi, thank you", with a sad smile on your face, and left before he could answer. yoongi quickly rushed out after you, knowing damn well that you'd go home and cry. he managed to catch up and pulled you into a hug, away from all the noise. "that boy is an idiot, but he's so in love with you, trust me on that. he's just being stupid right now", he said patted your back and lowkey contemplating dissing jimin in agust d 2, when he heard the muffled sniffs coming from you. "Ohhh, yoongi-hyung, y/n, getting cozy, aren't we?" you heard jimin saying behind you. yoongi was about to yell at him, but you were quicker to turn around and BLASTED him, bc how tf does he dare to say something like this after what he just pulled inside and how tf can he be so rude to yoongi and most importantly why tf would you listen to him after blatantly ignored you over the past weeks??? jimin went silent after your rant and let his head sink. "i'm sorry..." he said, "i'm sorry to both of you. i don't know how to explain it... but i felt angry when I saw you two so close. i know it's stupid and I know that you guys can be friends, obviously... it's so irrational and I don't even know why i did that earlier. i guess I wanted you to feel what I feel when I see you close with another man, y/n...". this voice got hoarse the more spoke and you knew that he too was about to cry. you knew he was regretful. it didn't justify that he was a dick to you, but you could see where he was coming from and understood that this feeling can make you do irrational things. "jealousy," yoongi said with a stern voice "is a really ugly trait, jimin. you should have known neither of us would ever go behind your back. for your information, y/n confided in me. your best friend is in love with you and you, dumbass, are too blind to see it. -(jimin's head shot up)- I'm gonna leave you two to it now, but jimin, I assure you I will kick your ass if you hurt y/n one more time." and he left. jimin looked at you apologetically, then hid his face behind his hands and took a deep sigh. "I really am a dumbass, huh..." - "yeah, you are" you replied with slight smile on your face and you took some steps towards him, he looked up at you. "y/n, I might be dumb and selfish, but I really hope that you can forgive me... one day. I was jealous of you two and I got insecure. I shouldn't have done what I've done and I can only apologise.... i'm really sorry about everything." (he let his head sink)

you were now standing right in front of him. "jimin, look at me." (he did.) "you really are a dumbass" (he got pouty) - "I thought we had already established that, y/n" - "getting smart with me, minie?" you asked and laughed when he looked at you with with huge eyes and a beaming face after he heard his pet name. he shook his head "I'm the dumbass, remember ?". You two laughed and you threw your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek while he buried his head in your neck.

"be my dumbass, minie."

💕

epilogue:

yoongi: "so how did you solve it again?"

you: "i called him dumb like 3 times and now we're dating"

yoongi: "nice"

jimin: "..."

[stonerbughead]

Maria watches friday night lights (#17)

wow 4x06 was such a rollercoaster ride! Here we go:

Okay this Matt and Julie scene with the two of them making out in the car demonstrates so much about why I love them —tho I’ve surmised there will be more trouble ahead before they get their happy ending. Julie remembers she has something to tell him; they banter about her being pregnant with twin aliens; and then she tells him she’d been meaning to surprise him with tickets to a music festival in Austin before his dad’s untimely death but is totally cool with not going if he doesn’t want to??? It’s like ugh these two are so cute and care so deeply for each other my heart 🥰😭 “The chapter said that when your dad dies, you should probably most likely go to a music festival.”

the rest of my flailing under the cut:

Omgggg that assistant coach who annoyed me earlier in the season is back with a vengeance making wild claims they can’t hold up ON CAMERA I am Eric Taylor in this scene

Damn I’ve always loved Tim and Lyla — I mean especially in season 3 and OOOOOH boy this reunion banter and make out sesh into Tim’s trailer had me fanning myself! super predictable when Lyla comes to see Tim at his TRAILER on “midterm break” but no less hot!

Oh shit Matt and his grandma got $$$ from the military? He gotta go to art school now, bish!

“I don’t understand why people keep asking me why I’m okay, I’m fine.” Honestly my partner started getting annoyed by people in this way after his dad died too, grief is WEIRD and hard!

I love watching a teen show where just taking off for a music festival for two days with her long term boyfriend is the big scandal.

Omg Landry you’re still talking about Tyra to Jess?! Stop doing this, bro! Lol Jess slaps him in the face right after I typed that. nice.

Lyla and Tim’s chemistry is still off the charts!!!!

Yeeeeesh that Becky and Lyla introduction was pretty yikes

Lol I love the assistant coach being tight-lipped with the reporters now re: the lions’ “guaranteed win.” did Eric chew him out lol

More in This Is That Shit I Like: Matt and Julie eating sandwiches on their car roof on the side of the road talking about how romantic it is! “Good sandwiches I put my heart and soul into.” Cutiessss but also sings to Saracen: ~you must deal with your grief, babe~

Jess’s relationship with Vince intrigues me. And I love the introduction of Jess’s dad’s bbq joint as another watering hole in East Dillon.

Becky, yikes, don’t go off on Luke, he was being so cute and respectful! Also he is much more age-appropriate than Tim and you are letting out your anger about your unrequited Riggins feelings on poor Luke!!! (Forreal am I supposed to like Becky? I have mixed feelings.)

baby Grace yelling “uh oh” as Tami leaves an angry voicemail for Julie lol

“Show them your ring, Tim.” Wow okay never change Billy Riggins (jk you should def change a lot of things)

“I think she asked me what it was like being pregnant.” Yes go off, Mindy, and Billy, don’t speak for your wife!! Lol Lyla’s gonna ride the bull? I love that Lyla and Mindy eventually got along.

awww Tim is so still in love with her, my heart! “You missed me.” “You had no idea.” Swoon

Omg this Becky and Lyla convo broke my heart and was super uncomfortable. Becky legit said, “You’re so lucky. You’re super pretty.” What does one say to that? Silently walking away with an awkward smile is all I could manage too, Lyla 🙈🤦🏻‍♀️

Are the panthers making fun of East Dillon players for watching game tape in Sears? Their blatant classism is gross, Oh wow, assistant coach finally steps up, nice! also obligatory fuck JD McCoy

Back to back Matt and Julie dancing in their hotel room and Tim and Lyla bedroom scene “thanks for coming back” “you’re welcome” my heart (you know the angst is coming but I love the soft moments we get first)

Awww vince’s mom wants to come to the game clean 🥺

Tami being unable to think about anything but Julie and not knowing where she is makes so much sense!! (oldest child vibe is reallll here) but damn she’ll have a rough transition if Julie goes away to school

Oh no Tim thinks Lyla will stay in Dillon baby noooo

“I know but I hate it, i don’t want her to go.” Oh Tami it’s so hard 🥺

WOW did not realize Matt didn’t know Julie wasn’t allowed to go to Austin until Landry called. It’s really cute that the reason saracen’s upset is bc he wants Eric and Tami to like him and that was not cool of Julie, at least let him decide if he wants to break the rules too!

Aw fuck there it is, what’s been bubbling under the surface all season: “the responsibility of having to stay in Dillon.”

Omg Vince’s mom actually showed up!!!

Oh whaatttttt they’re all sad they lost? Don’t be, babes! This is a sick underdog moment, y’all put up a fight against a team you thought was gonna slaughter you!!!

Gotta love the early 2000s indie band appearance concert trope!!! although yikes this fight, Julie desperately screaming “I love you” as the band plays!

Tim with the forehead kiss for Lyla at the bus stop fuck me up

Ohhh the thematic “stay” theme for both Tim/Lyla and Matt/Julie is just so *chef’s kiss* this show is a gift

“It was nice just to get away with you.” “I love you Julie.” “I love you Mattie.” Feels like a goodbye, man. Like they both know it’s not working right now by circumstance even tho they love each other 😭🥺

Julie breaking the fuck down when she gets inside yepppp! “I think he’s leaving” ME TOO 😭

Tami immediately putting her head on Julie’s shoulder is that good mom shit even tho she’s def gonna ground Julie’s ass later lol

“Do you have a broken heart?” “Was she the love of your life?” Why does Becky talk like the cringey Riverdale writers. I hope people won’t throw things at me but Becky annoys me and her soulmate speech is a stretch

“Becky.” “Yeah?” “Shut up. Please.” Lmao same tim 😂

Oh shit Matt issss leaving damnnnn! Dramatic Trauma Rama! feat pretty footage of matt driving away

BRING ON THE ANGST

[bnhavibes]

That's fine 😊💞 -🐇anon

Birthday boy love!😽

Sometimes Kirishima could never figure you out.

It was his birthday, and yet you had been so distant and aloof with him all day. To put it in his own words, you weren’t treating him like he was very manly today, and it was making him upsetti spaGHETTI!!!

(a/n: isn’t my boi so fcKinG PRECIOUS)

The rest of the Bakusquad couldn’t tell him, but you had something very special lined up for him.

As you disappeared from his sight, he was getting more and more disassociate with his friends; He was more concerned with the cold shoulder you had been giving him all day than the fact that his buddies were trying to make him feel better by letting him win a few rounds in a video game. He couldn’t focus, though, on anything besides the fact that you were all hiding something from him.

Eventually, he snapped. “Alright, what’s going on?” He asks, placing his controller onto the coffee table with a deep huff.

“What do you mean, dumbass?” Bakugo said, snatching the controller from the table for his own turn. “You’re finally beating Denki at zombies, and it’s your birthday so shouldn’t you be happy or something Shitty Hair?”

“Is... Is something going on with (Y/N) that I don’t know about?” He asked tenderly, scratching his head to avoid the sharp head turns of his friends.

“What makes you say that, cmon bro you know she’s just like this sometimes.” Kaminari answers, shoving some chips in his mouth.

“Dunno. I guess she’s just been ignoring me I think?” His brows furrowed before digging in his pocket for his phone before shooting you a ‘where did you go?’ text.

“Nah, why would she ignore you! Give her a break, it’s not like she’s out cheating on you or someth— OUCH!!” Denki yelped, a fist smashing his head down.

“Why the hell would you say that dumbass!? You’re just gonna make him upset.” Bakugo gritted through his teeth. Kirishima looked at Bakugo with concern.

“Wh-What makes you think she— No. No, you’re lying.” He squeaked, getting up despite the protesting shouts between the two.

“She’s NOT doing anything BRO, come oN! Let’s just play games!!” Denki’s cries were results of Bakugo beating on him for speaking such negative things into the world.

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After you left the lounge, you sped your way up to your dorm room. You only had a matter of time before Eji would notice you were missing and come looking for you. You pulled your hair out of the dutch braids they were in. He always loved seeing the wild way your faux curls settled on your shoulders. As soon as you got in your room, you stripped yourself of clothing, quickly coating your skin in a cocoa butter lotion to hydrate and a spritz or two of your man’s favorite perfume before running over to your dressers.

You pulled out a deep maroon colored lace bodysuit that came with matching lace panties and garter. You pulled on thigh high nylon socks, hands shaking as you prepared for your present. A sigh left your lips as you looked your reflection over on the screen of the blank TV in your room. You silently prayed he would like it. You lightly coat your lips in a strawberry flavored chapstick, jumping just a little as a throat cleared behind you. You felt your cheeks heat up as the man of the hour himself popped up.

“B-Baby!” You exclaim, swiftly making your way over to his arms but he stops you at arm length. A confused pout sat across your lips, pulling the bottom one out just a bit as you looked at the hand on your chest. “W-What is th—”

“What can of softie do you think I am?” His tone is harsh, the growing scowl on his face throwing you off more.

“Eji— Oh!” You were pulled his direction, him pinning your back against the door as he shut it.

“You think you can just walk all over me, huh, (Y/N)?” He spat, causing you to wince.

“Baby, I—?”

“No, don’t ‘baby’ me!” He scoffed, “Denki says you’re cheating on me, is that why you’re dressed like this huh?”

Instantly you face palmed, “I’m going to kill Denki.” You grumbled, to Kirishima’s dismay. He frowned, assuming that meant he was right. “This is one sick way to stop you from playing games and send you up here.”

Kirishima groaned, “Don’t bullshit me, (Y/N)!”

“No, Kiri-chan, I’m serious! I told the dumbass to fucking send you up here as soon as he got an opening. I— I wanted to surprise you... It’s your b-birthday afterall, and I... Wanted to make you feel special.” You were fiddling with your fingers as you stared at your fidgeting feet between his big shoes. “But I guess he said something stupid like I was cheating? That doesn’t make any sense, why would Denki want you to think I was cheating on you?”

He sighed.

“Well, when ya put it like that... I—I guess I should say I let my emotions take control of me.... Now that I think about it, I acted really unmanly instead of listening to Katsuki fend for ya. And you know he’s the kind who wouldn’t do it just to cover for you! God, I’m so glad it was a misunderstanding.” He said, pulling you into an apologetic hug; Picking you up by your hips and inhalely sharply as he pressed your body into the door.

(Shook) Dumbfounded, you wrap your arms around his chest anyways. It wasn’t until you buried your face in the crook of his neck that you realised just exactly what you were doing before he interrupted. A smile spread acros your lips as you began to plant subtle kisses on his hot skin.

Subconsciously, his hips twitch; the warmth between your scantily clad legs beginning to pool a delicious slick. He gasps a little, running his hands up your torso and massaging your breasts a little before stroking through your hair.

Breaths getting heavy; your lips finally meet, and the moist feeling in your panties began to leak a little from the way Kirishima was rubbing the bulge in his pants against the centre of your thinly covered clit.

“Mm, (Y/N), you know just how to get a guy going, huh?” He pants on your lips, licking at the bits of drool that were dribbling out the corners of your mouth a bit. “You’re so lewd, baby! Oh, my god, it’s like I can do the tiniest— oh!” His traveling hand finds its way to your core, fingers delicately tapping along your aroused pussy. “Geez, you’re so wet, already, huh?” He plunges his fingers past your panty line to coat his fingers in your essence, causing you to moan shakily, trembling as the nimble tips of his calloused fingers danced around your folds and trickling around your neglected hole.

“Oh, Eji~” You moan in his ear, grasping his hair at the back of his head with one hand and holding yourself up with the other one; wrapping your other arm around his shoulders, behind his neck.

“Mmmph. You look so lewd, all dressed up for me, whimpering at my touch.” His voice is low, rumbling in your ear before he removed his hands.

Taking it as as opening, you quickly run your hand to his sweats, knowing he goes commando when he gets home, yanking them down just enough to whip the hard member beneath it.

“Wa-Wait, no, I’m leadi— Ohhhhnnnmmmm— G-Goddd...” His protests fell into a string of curse words, you had forced his entire length into your tight walls, not letting yourself adjust as he streched you out. You sigh in relief, waiting for Kiri boi to catch his breath. “You’re really something else, you know. You never cease to amaze me.”

“Happy Birthday, Daddy.” You moan in his ear, nibbling at his earlobe gently and the next thing you know you’re in the air. Kirishima tossed you onto the bed, not giving you an opening to get up before he leaped onto your back, ripping your panties to the side and shoving his dick back into you. You moan loudly, jumping your lower half to your knees and backing into his hips as he snapped them into your ass.

“Oh, baby. You’re s...oo... tight,” He groans as he exhales, gripping your hips gently while relentlessly slamming into your now clentching walls. “Call me the name... Please.” He whispers.

“Ohhhhhnnnggg, Red Daddy Riot. You fill me up so well, I— Ohhh!” You mewl as his pace increases. “Happy birthday, Daddy. Oh! Yeeeeeesss. Fuck!! Me!!! U-Use your Q-Quirk!!~”

“B-Baby! Oh, go-god you make me feel so manly, I— I love you.” He moans before he grabs you by the hair and oushes your head down into the bed.

The naughty words leaving your lips fuels the fire in the boy’s stomach, but being the good boy Kirishima was, he did as he was told. Using his Quirk in the lightest amount possible so that he didn’t literally tear you apart. (only metaphorically ty.)

You scream in pleasure as you feel his dick solidify and thicken in waves, showing his brief use of the quirk to be just so deliciously hard inside your aching cunt.

“(Y/N)... Ohhh, shhhHHHHIT!” He groans as your juices begin spraying out of your hole in response to him sloshing around your drenched walls. You were so wet for him, it had been pushed out every time his cock went to fill you up; Your legs, along with Kirishima’s shirt, sweatpants, and thighs, were coated in your slick.

“Cum in me, Daddy. Fill your lewd baby up with your cum. Please, Red Daddy Riot, I want your cum in mee~!” You moan as your legs start trembling from the excitement (mixed with a little bit of fear of Kiri losing control of his Quirk, but a LOT of pleasure from his cock).

His last bucks are sloppy, but you can feel his dick pulsate so literally due his Quirk, and you cum again, your own orgasm spraying out, and soaking your bodies once more.

“(Y-Y/N)?” Kirishima’s voice shaky as he recollects himself; Removing his cock from your body and turning your body to face him,

“Yes, Daddy?” You coyly reply.

He moans, “God, if you get pregnant, just remember you told me to— hey!”

You kicked him in his side. “What the hell, Eji!?”

“IM JUST KIDDING LOVEBUG I WAS TRYING TO BE FUNNY— I DIDNT MEAN TO MAKE YOU ANGryyyy....” He whines, tackling your body and wrestling to pin your arms by your head.

“Get off me, ya punk!” You cry, kicking and shimmying— your attempt to get out of his hold.

“But it’s my Birthday!”

You cave.

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hope you enjoy! i am partially intoxicated as I type this so pls forgive any mistakes! 🥺🥺😭😭

[wistfulcynic]

Both Are Infinite, Chapter 3

Summary: Busy single mother Emma Swan relies on her best friend, Royal Navy Captain Killian Jones, far too much to ever ruin things by acting on the crazy lust she feels for him. The boundaries between them are firmly set… until they’re not, and suddenly Emma and Killian are forced to confront the feelings they’ve been suppressing for far too long.

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Chapter 3:

Henry and Roland stood in front of the farm’s goat pen, tentatively reaching their hands through the fence to pet the goats’ soft noses and feed them treats. 

“I think I like goats,” said Henry.

“Me too,” said Roland. “I like their noses. But my dad says…” 

Henry frowned, and stopped listening. He liked Roland, who was about his age and who knew a lot about animals and about dinosaurs and about how Captain America was the best Avenger —something that Henry required of all his friends— but he never shut up about his dad, and Henry was growing tired of hearing about the man. Roland should think about what it was like for people who didn’t have dads, he thought crossly, before he went around bragging about his. He considered saying that to Roland, but deep in his heart he was still hoping that Killian would agree to be his dad, even though both Killian and his mom hadn’t reacted to his inquiries the way he’d thought they would, and so he didn’t want to say anything to Roland until he was sure Killian was no longer an option. 

 Henry thought that his suggestion made perfect sense, and he didn’t understand why his mom and Killian couldn’t see it. He didn’t have a dad, Killian didn’t have a kid, he and Killian did stuff together the way his friends did with their dads, Killian took care of him when his mom couldn’t and taught him things that were important to know. As far as Henry was concerned the matter was settled, and it was just a question of calling Killian “Dad” instead of “Killian,” and then he could tell his friends that his dad was the captain of a big ship, and they wouldn’t look guilty or pitying when they talked about their dads in front of him. He decided to try this out. 

“My dad’s the captain of a big ship,” he told Roland. 

“Really?”

“Yeah. It goes everywhere in the world and he’s the boss of all of it.” 

“That’s cool,” said Roland, clearly impressed, and Henry felt a bit guilty for lying. After all, it wasn’t Roland’s fault he had a dad and Henry didn’t. 

“And my mom works for a famous inventor,” he added, wanting to tell the truth about something. 

“I don’t have a mom,” said Roland, matter-of-factly. 

Henry was flummoxed. “You don’t?”

“No. I did, but she died. I don’t really remember her.” 

The pang of Henry’s guilt grew sharper, and he writhed a bit as he considered this. Roland didn’t remember his mom, and he, Henry, didn’t remember his real dad either. Maybe Roland would understand. 

“Actually, Killian’s not really my dad,” he confessed. “I just want him to be. But he is the captain of a big ship.” 

“Is that why you want him to be your dad?”

“No. It’s because he takes care of me and he loves my mom, and that’s what dads are supposed to do, right?” 

Roland nodded. “Yeah, I think so. That’s what my dad does. I mean, he takes care of me and he tells me stories about my mom.” 

A question was burning inside Henry. He hoped it wouldn’t upset Roland, but he had to ask it. “Do you ever wish you had a mom? A live one, I mean?”

Roland nodded again. “Yeah, sometimes. When I’m sad or I don’t feel well or when my dad has to work a lot.” Henry was almost certain now that Roland would get it. “Is there someone you want to be your mom?”

Roland thought for a while. “Maybe my dad’s boss,” he said finally. “Lots of people think she’s really mean, but she’s always nice to me and once when my dad was sick she came to our house and brought him soup. I think I’d like it if she was my mom. He paused, and Henry waited anxiously for him to continue. “Sometimes I pretend she is.” 

Henry grinned. Roland definitely understood. 

When Killian and Emma arrived at the Rabbit Hole that evening, both the bachelor and bachelorette parties were in full swing. Emma looked around, taking it all in. The Rabbit Hole had once been a mysterious, adults-only place in her mind, one that felt intriguing and exciting. Now, through the eyes of wider experience, it looked just like any other slightly dive-y bar. She felt oddly disappointed. 

“Tell me again why both events are being held at the same venue?” Killian murmured in her ear, distracting her from her thoughts. 

“Because David and Mary Margaret do everything together, they can’t help it. And there’s basically only one place in town for this sort of thing,” said Emma. She glanced over at him, her heart doing its familiar dance when her eyes met his bright blue ones. He was looking particularly good tonight, she thought; as gorgeous as he was in his uniform she preferred his off-duty look of black leather jacket and skinny jeans, his beard a bit less neatly trimmed, his hair a bit mussed. He looked slightly wild and slightly dangerous, and anyone who didn’t know would never guess he was a decorated naval officer. She loved that about him, the different facets of his personality that should have been incongruous but somehow meshed seamlessly into one fascinating, complex man.  

“Emma!” came a shriek from her left. “Holy shit, girl, is that you?”

She turned to greet the tall brunette who was charging towards her, finding herself swept into a hug before she could manage to deflect it. “Hi, Ruby.” 

Ruby stepped back, holding Emma by the shoulders as she gave her an assessing once-over. “I feel like I haven’t seen you for ages! It must be years!” 

“No more than three of them—” 

“Really? It feels like so much longer! And who is this?” she transitioned smoothly, turning to Killian and letting her eyes caress him in a manner designed to throw a man off-balance.

“Ruby Lucas, this is my friend Killian Jones,” said Emma, a bit warily. 

“Ohhh, yes, I’ve heard of him,” said Ruby, batting her lashes and holding out her hand. “Captain Jones, isn’t it?” she purred.

Killian was not so easily thrown off his game. His lips curled slowly into a devastating smile as he took Ruby’s hand and brushed a kiss across the backs of her fingers. Emma couldn’t help feeling a bit gratified when Ruby involuntarily caught her breath. “Just Killian will do,” he said, looking up at her through his long eyelashes, his deep voice caressing the words. Emma hid a grin. He had managed to turn Ruby’s tactics around on her, and it was oddly satisfying to see the bold brunette on the back foot for once. 

Ruby blinked slowly, staring at Killian for a long minute before shaking her head to clear it then breaking into a grin of reluctant camaraderie and respect. “All right, then, Killian,” she said, twining her arm around Emma’s and pointing to the far corner of the room with her other hand. “I’m going to steal Emma away now, the boys are over there on that side of the bar.” Emma looked over where Ruby indicated and her mouth fell open. 

“Ruby, is that… is that Graham Humbert?” 

“Oh, yeah, he moved back a year or so ago. He’s the park ranger for this area.” Ruby shot her a speculative look. “You had a thing for him in high school didn’t you? You ever get off with him?” 

Emma was still staring, lost in memories. “No, though not for lack of trying. Unfortunately, he was more interested in trees then too.” 

“Well he might not be anymore. Unless I’m very much mistaken, he is giving you the eye.” She tugged on Emma’s arm. "Let’s go say hello.” 

Emma glanced at Killian who was standing very stiffly, his expression uncharacteristically blank. He didn’t meet her eyes. “If you’ll excuse me, ladies,” he said with a tight smile, and departed, disappearing into the crowd before she could protest. 

“Come on, Emma, let’s go greet the hunky woodsman.” Ruby pulled her over towards where Graham was sitting but their progress was interrupted by Mary Margaret, already flushed with alcohol, the pink paper crown on her head slightly askew.

“No you don’t,” she said, “No men tonight. This is girls’ night, night for girls.” 

“Oh c’mon, MM, it’s not a bachelorette party if someone doesn’t get their rocks off.” 

Mary Margaret scowled. “I said no! And anyway, Emma already has a man.”

Emma’s scowl matched her friend’s. “I don’t—” she began, but Ruby pounced. 

“Ah, yes, the insanely hot and I must say impressively smooth Captain Jones. What is your deal with him, Ems?”

“There’s no deal,” snapped Emma, pushing both women away and stomping towards the bar. If there was going to be interrogation on this subject, she needed to be a hell of a lot drunker to deal with it. She ordered three shots of whisky and quickly tossed them back, relishing the fiery burn that traced its way down her throat to her stomach, helping to dull the familiar ache that had bloomed in her chest at the suggestion of romance between her and Killian. By the time she’d slammed the third empty shot glass down on the bar, Mary Margaret and Ruby had flanked her again. 

“C’mon, there must be a deal,” pressed Ruby. “You can’t just be friends with a man like that, not really.” 

The ache stabbed Emma again. Why does everyone always say that? “Well, we are just friends.” 

“And you’ve never fucked him?”

Ruby still had zero concept of boundaries, thought Emma crossly. “No.”

“Don’t you want to?” Ruby’s voice was pure disbelief. 

“I—” What a stupid question that was, thought Emma. Of course she wanted to, had wanted to from the very moment she’d seen him from across a bar not that dissimilar to this one, had wanted to every moment of the five years that had passed since. It had certainly been her intention to end up in bed with him when she’d taken her alcohol-fuelled courage in hand and marched across that bar to lay a kiss on him. She wondered endlessly about what would have happened between them if Henry hadn’t gotten sick. Would she have been able to fuck him then walk away, as she had done easily with other men? Something told her that a single night in bed with Killian wouldn’t be anywhere near enough. 

“I’d rather have him as a friend,” she said quietly, and Mary Margaret and Ruby’s eager faces fell as they recognised the resigned sincerity in her voice. 

“I mean, couldn’t he be both?” Ruby ventured, sounding contrite. “Friend and lover?”

“No.” 

“But why not—”

“Because I’d fuck things up, and then I’d lose him, and I can’t lose him. Besides,” he doesn’t want me “he’s dating someone else.” No point telling them he’d broken up with his girlfriend, for all she knew that could just be temporary, He’d looked awfully sad when he talked about it. Mary Margaret and Ruby looked like they were about to commiserate, and Emma hastened to change the subject, knowing she wouldn’t be able to handle their sympathy. 

“But never mind that, I thought you said this was a party!” she said, forcing a smile and waving at the bartender for more drinks. “Girls’ night, remember! Come on, bride-to-be, let’s get you drunk— er, drunker.” She handed them each a shot. “To your wedding,” she said, holding up her glass. 

“To my wedding!” cried Mary Margaret gleefully, and they all drank. 

Half an hour later, Emma was feeling wonderful, just buzzed enough to be carefree without tipping over into out-of-control. 

Her eyes wandered over to where Graham was sitting. She could still see why her teenage self had been into him, though if she was honest none of the old fascination remained. He was sort of Killian-lite, she thought. Similar height and build, similar dark-haired, light-eyed, beardy aesthetic, but he lacked Killian’s edge and charm and his simmering sex appeal. In another time and place, another Emma would certainly not have turned down a night with Graham, but here-and-now Emma had no desire to tear his clothes off and have him against the nearest flat surface, as she pretty much constantly wanted to do with Killian. She thought about Ruby’s question, and the alcohol coursing through her system somehow made it seem like not such a bad idea. Why couldn’t Killian be a lover as well as a friend? People did that, right? Friends with benefits they called it. He was her friend, so why couldn’t she have some freaking benefits? Of course, there was the small matter of him practically throwing her off of him this morning. She had to admit that that wasn’t promising. But he had also kissed her once, kissed her as she’d never been kissed before or since, with the same blazing heat and barely-contained passion she felt for him. Most of the time she refused to let herself think about that kiss, the single hottest experience of her life, but the memory was burned into her brain and she knew that even if she wanted to she’d never be able to forget it. If she let herself she could still could still hear his sharply drawn-in breath as she’d pulled his mouth down to hers, still feel the way his hand had tangled in her hair and their lips had clung together in the gentlest, sexiest way, both soft and firm, before he’d tilted his head, opened his mouth, and devoured her. Emma had lost herself in the heat and wetness and the way his tongue had curled around hers, tasting of rum and spice, making her head spin and her whole body flush as she’d moaned and pulled him closer. She still remembered his muscles flexing under her fingers as she’d clung to him, the iron strength of the arm he’d wrapped around her waist, holding her like he never intended to let go; remembered the intense connection that had sizzled between them, setting her nerve endings alight at every point of contact. She remembered the wrecked look on his face when they’d finally come up for air, the way he’d stared at her like he’d never seen a woman before, like she’d shaken him to his foundations. Sometimes she thought she’d give anything to see that look again, to feel that he wanted her as desperately as she wanted him.

“Fuck,” she groaned, squeezing her thighs together. She was really wet. This is why I never think about that damned kiss. 

She scanned the room for Killian, not seeing him at first. Then the crowd shifted and there he was, sitting in a dark corner booth, deep in conversation with a gorgeous brunette. Emma’s heart gave a painful lurch as she watched him lean in close to say something to her, his mouth curving into a flirtatious smile. She replied, smiling back, and then they both threw back their heads and laughed. Emma realised with a jolt that she recognised the brunette. It was Belle, the town librarian. Typical, she thought. Killian loved to read, he and Belle would have a lot in common. A lot to talk about. A lot to laugh about, apparently, as they burst into laughter again and her gut twisted viciously at the sight. 

When are you going to get it through your thick skull that he doesn’t want you?

But the kiss…

That was one time, and it was years ago. He hasn’t made a single move since. He’s never made a move on you, actually, don’t forget, you kissed him. Let it go.

Dragging her gaze from Killian and Belle, she looked back at Graham and found him watching her. He smiled. Killian-lite, she thought again. Maybe that would suffice; she had a Killian itch that needed scratching, if she couldn’t have the real thing then maybe the lite version would be enough. At least there’d be no danger of her falling in lo— no, mind, don’t go there. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Belle nearly doubling over with laughter as Killian grinned wickedly to punctuate whatever story he’d been telling her. Emma made up her mind. She flashed Graham a flirtatious look and stood, flipping her hair over her shoulder and sauntering over to him, missing the pained resignation that flashed across Killian’s face as he observed her out of the corner of his eye.  

An hour later she had tipped from carefree to out-of-control and was just rounding the corner to barely functional. Quickly tossing back the two latest entrants in a long line of shots, she draped herself over Graham’s shoulder, tracing her fingertip along his jawline, and blinked slowly as she tried to concentrate on what he was saying through the alcoholic haze that she thought might finally be strong enough to wipe the image of Killian and Belle from her mind. 

“Emma, why don’t you just talk to him?” Graham was saying in a carefully patient voice. 

“Hmmm? Who?” “Killian.” Graham’s tone suggested he had repeated this suggestion multiple times. 

“Talkabout wha’ with ‘im?” slurred Emma.

“Tell him how you feel, Emma.” 

“How d’you know how I feel bou’ Killian?”

Graham sighed. “You’ve been talking about literally nothing else for the past hour.” 

“Hmmmm?”

“Look, maybe I should get someone to take you home.” Graham signalled to the bartender and suddenly there was a glass of water in front of Emma. “Drink this,” he told her.  

“Mmmmm,” Emma looked down at the glass, trying to make it sit still long enough for her to pick it up. It refused, and when she looked up again Killian was there.

“Heyyyy!” she said, grabbing his arm and leaning her head against his shoulder.

“You all right, Swan?” 

“Fine, ’m fine. Jus’ fine.” 

Killian smiled, but there was something troubling behind his eyes, something she couldn’t put her finger on. “Fine indeed,” he said. “Are you ready to go home?” 

“Home,” she giggled. “Take me home, Killian.” She stood up so abruptly that she stumbled on her high heels and fell backward. He caught her with an arm around her waist and she leaned into him, snuggling into his embrace and nuzzling her face into his shoulder. 

Gently, he set her away from him, leaving only his hand on her arm to steady her. “All right, love, let’s go. There’s a taxi waiting.” 

In the taxi she clung to him, her head on his shoulder, determinedly resisting his attempts to get her to sit on her own seat. She wanted to cuddle, damn it, she thought, knowing that there was a reason why she couldn’t but unable to call it to mind. The ride was not a long one, and when they arrived at Mary Margaret and David’s house he held her away from him with a firm grip of his hand on her arm as he helped her inside and up the stairs to their room, and all Emma could think about was how strong he was, how calm and competent he was all the time, everywhere, and how she wanted to wrap herself around him and never let go, wanted also to see him driven wild, pushed beyond the limitations of his iron control. 

He lowered her to a sitting position on the bed and knelt down to remove her shoes, then leaned in close and unzipped her dress. She took a deep breath, inhaling the heady aroma that surrounded him. Fuck, he smells so good. Smelling him was one of her secret indulgences, but this time she’d barely managed to catch a whiff before he was gone, retrieving her pyjamas and laying them on the bed next to her. 

“You get changed, love, I’ll go get you a glass of water.”

Why’s everyone want me to drink water?

“No, wait,” she said, lurching to her feet and falling unsteadily towards him. He caught her, his hands on her hips, his eyes darting away as she tried to catch his gaze. 

“What is it, Swan?” he asked, his voice rough. 

“Don’t go yet,” she breathed, running one hand across his chest and reaching up with the other to caress his face. He swallowed hard, then a muscle in his jaw began to dance and she traced her fingertips over it, fascinated. 

“I’m coming right back,” he ground out, but she just shook her head. 

“Don’t go,” she pleaded. 

“Emma…”

“Killian, I—” she hesitated, groping for the words, the alcohol making her long to tell him how she felt while at the same time robbing her of the ability to express it. “I—” Nope, no use, the words wouldn’t come. Frustrated, and overflowing with emotions that needed an outlet, she stood on her toes and kissed him. 

The feel of her mouth on his, finally, after years of subsisting on only the memory of it, rocked Killian to his core and left him iron hard and desperate, the desire to say to hell with it all and just take what she was offering almost a physical force in his gut. He had to fight his attraction to her constantly, which was exhausting enough when their boundaries were clearly in place but here, with her pressing herself insistently against him, her lips soft and hot, her breasts against his chest and her arms twined around him, the narrow bed they would share for the night only inches away, it was all but impossible. For one brief, heartbreaking moment he allowed himself to be weak, to tangle his fingers in her silky hair and return her kiss, nudging her lips apart and taking her mouth as he’d so often dreamed of doing, deep and soft and wet, stroking her tongue with his as he held her close. Lost in the intoxicating pleasure of her, he allowed himself to pretend that the love of his life was in his arms because she wanted to be there, that she was kissing him because she loved him and not because another man had gotten her all keyed up then unceremoniously dumped her on her friend when he’d realised she was too drunk to fuck. The memory of Graham's sheepish expression when he'd asked Killian to take Emma home filled him with rage, rekindling his urge to pound his fists into the other man's face. At least the bastard hadn’t taken advantage of her inebriated state, Killian thought furiously. 

What, you mean like you’re taking advantage of it? 

Fair point, he conceded. 

He slid his hand down her back and over her ass, pulling her hips tightly against his and pressing his aching erection into her softness, letting himself imagine just for a second how bloody good it would feel to bury it inside her, at the same time fisting his other hand in her hair and pouring five years’ worth of love and lust and longing into one last fierce kiss. 

Then he let her go. 

“Killian?” she whispered, confused, blinking dazed green eyes at him, reaching out to pull him back. 

Killian cursed Graham Humbert with every foul invective he could call to mind, and after ten years in the navy he knew a fair few. 

“Get changed, Emma,” he managed to say, his throat so tight he could barely force out the words. “I’ll go get you that water.” Deftly evading her reaching hands, he fled from the room.  

When he returned to the bedroom ten minutes later, having managed to regain some calm and wrangle his cock into submission, he found Emma curled up on the bed, sound asleep, still wearing her dress. Killian cursed again, not bothering to whisper, knowing that she was down for the count and unlikely to wake up before noon. He set the glass of water down and regarded her helplessly. He could let her sleep in her dress, but the prospect gave him an unpleasant twinge of conscience. She’d be a lot more comfortable in her nightclothes, and he hated to think of her in any discomfort. 

Gathering the tattered remains of his self-control he gently slid her arms out of her dress, making sure to keep her breasts covered and resolutely ignoring her obvious lack of a bra. He picked up the tank top she liked to sleep in and slipped it over her head, pulling her arms through the holes and smoothing the shirt down her body, removing her dress as he went, his eyes darting away from the sight of her pebbled nipples poking up through the thin fabric of her tank. He was rock hard again, blood pounding in his ears and his fingers itching to touch her, and when he pulled her dress down her hips and saw the tiny scrap of lace that was all she wore as an undergarment, he nearly came. As quickly as his trembling hands would allow, he pulled her pyjama bottoms up over her legs and hips then tucked her under the blankets and sighed in relief when her gorgeous body was fully concealed. 

He needed a very, very cold shower. 

Retreating into the haven of the bathroom and locking the door behind him, and shed his clothes rapidly, glaring at his cock as it sprang free from his jeans. Cold water alone was not going to be enough, he knew, not when images of Emma’s long, slender legs, golden curls peeking out from under the tiny triangle of black lace between them, were burned into the backs of his eyelids. Stepping into the shower, he grasped himself firmly, bracing his other hand against the wall and ducking his head under the icy spray. He hated jerking off to thoughts of her; it felt like a violation of her trust and of their friendship, but he’d never been pushed this close to the edge before and could think of no other way to achieve the relief he desperately needed. Pumping his cock roughly, almost angrily, he closed his eyes and surrendered to his fantasies. Emma’s gorgeous legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into her, the tight, wet squeeze of her inner walls around him, her hair spread out on the pillows as she moaned his name and writhed beneath him, ecstasy breaking over her beautiful face as he made her come again and again. 

It didn’t take long. He was more aroused than he’d ever been in his life and his release came so quickly it was almost embarrassing. He pumped himself dry, hoping that this perfunctory shower orgasm would keep his cock limp long enough for him to fall asleep, though he knew that with Emma lying beside him that hope was certainly a futile one. He dried himself quickly and returned to the bedroom, pulling his pyjamas on and sliding stealthily into the bed as he had the night before, again keeping as much space as possible between himself and Emma. Releasing his breath in a long sigh, he closed his eyes and willed sleep to come. He was ready for this day to be over. 

But it was not to be. Barely had he begun to relax when Emma rolled over, drawn to him like iron to a magnet, and buried her face in his neck, her hand sliding under his t-shirt, fingertips caressing his skin. He turned to look at her but she was unquestionably asleep, her breathing deep and even, a slight smile on her face as she snuggled into him. 

Killian gave up. There was only so much a man could be expected to endure in one twenty-four hour period, and he was pretty sure he’d surpassed the limit some time ago. He slid his arm under Emma, pulling her close, brushing her hair back from her face as he pressed soft kisses onto her cheeks and forehead. 

“I love you, Emma,” he whispered, stroking her face with reverent fingers. “I’d give anything for this to be real. Forgive me.” 

Turning his face into her hair and cuddling her close, he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. 

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Late Night Revenge

Closet Yandere!Mingi x female reader

⚠️Warnings: Cyberbullying, suicide talk, angst, manipulation, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, readers first time, hair pulling, blowjob, forced pregnancy

THIS CONTAINS NON CONSENSUAL SEX

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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“Hey Mingi! Think fast.” Y/N throws a basketball at the six foot male and hits him right in the face. “Mingi! Are you okay? I’m so sorry!”

The man held his nose and mumbled, “Yeah, I’m okay I guess.”

She rushes over and pulls his hand away from his face. “Let me see.” She taps his nose and he hisses. “Oh I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean too! Here...” She gets on her tippy toes and kisses his nose. “All better!” She giggles.

Mingi blushes at the kiss and scratches the back of his neck. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure!”

Her eyebrows raised and her body slightly jumped from excitement. Mingi couldn’t understand her. She was so happy and energetic all the time. Everytime Mingi saw her face, her bright smile was there and it never failed to complete his day.

“Do you want to get some ice cream with me?” His voice became soft and his eye couldn’t bear to meet hers.

“Of course! Ohhhh I want ____ ice cream! Let’s go now!”

The hyper girl pulls Mingi out of the basketball court and drags him to the ice cream shop. Upon entering, they both shiver as they felt the cold breeze in the shop hit their skin. Her teeth shutter, but her eyes light up when she sees the ice scream.

Like a child, she runs up and looks for the ice cream flavour she wanted. All was going good until she saw that it wasn’t there. She looks back at Mingi with a pouty face and her energy level went down. If she had a tail, it went from wagging super fast, to not wagging at all.

Mingi came up behind her and asked her what’s wrong. “They don’t have the ice cream flavour! I was really excited! Mingiiiii!!” She whines and stomps her feet like a two year old.

“Come on Y/N. They probably have a flavour that you do like. Look at this one, cotton candy.”

“Ewwwwwwww nooooo! Cotton candies gross!”

“Okay what about this one, birthday cake.”

“Noooooo, mingiiiiii!”

“Strawberry? Wait, Neapolitan!”

“Ohhh yeah I want that!”

Mingi orders the ice cream and reaches for his wallet to pay. “Nooo! I’ll pay! You paid for the crêpes last time.”

The adorable girl bumps Mingi away with her hips and proceeds to take out her wallet.

“No no no, not so fast. I asked you out, it’s my duty to pay.”

He does the same hip movement back to her and bumps her away. Mingi quickly pays before Y/N could get her paws on him again. He was about to speak, but when he turns around, she wasn’t there. His eyes immediately scan the ice cream shop and he sees her sitting in a booth.

She was pouting again while looking at her untied shoe. Mingi walks to the girl and ruffles her hair. “What’s wrong now?” He questioned. “My shoelace is untied and you didn’t let me pay!”

Mingi squats down and starts tying the girls shoelace. “What kind of man would I be if I allowed a girl to pay?”

“You would still be a good man” she huffed. Mingi stands up after hearing their number being called. He picks up the ice cream and sits next to the girl. “You can’t be mad at me forever. Maybe you can buy me ice cream in the future.” He said, trying to work out a deal with the upset girl. “Promise!” She asked, tilting her head. “Promise.”

They continue to talk about school, sports and what not, until Mingi popped an unexpected question. “I really enjoy spending time with you Y/N... I was wondering if you wanted to be my girlfriend.”

The girl looks up at Mingi with sincere eyes. “Y-you like me?” She stutters out. “Yeah, I’ve liked you for quite some time, but I guess you’ve never noticed.” Her head goes down, and she wishes that she could curl up into a ball and roll away. She didn’t have feelings for Mingi at all. She saw him as an older brother. What was the right thing to do?

“Mingi... I’m flattered, but I don’t feel the same way. I-I see you as a brother. A older and very supportive brother. I hope you understand. We can still be friends.”

No they can’t. Not anymore. Mingi knew the risk that he was taking would either ruin their friendship or finally take their friendship to the next level. His heart was ran over, and he didn’t mutter a single word.

He gets out of the booth, so then Y/N could go. But before she leaves, she gives her giant friend a tight squeeze. “I’m sorry Mingi. I still want to be friends.”

“I don’t. I’m sorry Y/N.” Mingi thought that she also had feelings for him. But he was wrong. Now they’re walking out of the shop, not friends anymore. His feelings cost him a friendship.

He wonders back home and regrets every decision. Why was she so pure and innocent and pretty?! Everything Mingi wanted in a girl, it was her!

Jealousy and anger took over him. If he couldn’t have her, no one could! He would make sure of it. The boy goes on his laptop and makes up awful rumours about her. Calling her names, saying she only wants sex. Mingi was popular in his school, so the news spread quickly. People unfollowed the girl, made fun of her and even sent threats.

It had gotten so bad that she had to deactivate her account. She had no idea how toxic Mingi was. She wanted to call him, but her heart couldn’t do it. This ruthless man basically ruined her life and reputation.

She lays under the cover and sobs. She had school the very next day. She couldn’t go. Not when this was happening. She would be the laughing stock of her school. She cries herself to sleep, not wanting to be alive anymore.

The sunlight hit her eyes and she woke up. Today was going to be a tough day. But she had to continue on. She gets ready and leaves for school. Sure enough as soon as she arrives, people start whispering, pointing and some shameless bitches started laughing.

She hustled to her locker, not wanting to track more attention. She was choosing her books until she got pulled back and slammed against the wall. “You definitely have the nerve to show up at school.”

“Leave me alone Mingi, I just want to get my day over with.” She says, sadly. The girl pushes Mingi out of her way and slams her locker shut. She goes to her first class and yet again, whispering and pointing goes on. She sits at a table in the back and her friend San, whom she also had feelings for, sits next to her.

“Are you okay? I thought I would check up on you. What happened?”

Her eyes water and she turns away from San. “I’m okay San, thanks for asking.” San furrowed his eyebrows and tapped her back. “You’re not okay. Come on. Let’s ditch.”

He grabs her hand and pulls her out of the classroom, to the staircase. She covers her face with her hands and quietly cries. “Y/N don’t cry. Please don’t cry.” San holds the broken girl and kisses her hair. “You’re letting those dumb bitches get to you. Don’t let that happen. You’re so much better than that Y/N.”

“It hurts San!” She sobs on the man's shoulder, while he rubs her back. They both sit on the stairs, with Y/N still in his embrace. San needed to distract her, so he started telling her about the time he snorted sugar. His story made her famous smile reappear, and they both started talking nonsense after that.

“Thank you San. You really brightened my day up. I really appreciate it.”

“No need to thank me. This is just another moment that we can share with our future kids.”

“What?”

San leans in and kisses the girls soft, pink lips. His hands grab her thighs and picks her up. Y/N responds to the kiss and blushes like crazy, because San just confessed. He pushes her against the wall and tastes every inch of her mouth.

“I’ve always loved you.” He mumbles out, now kissing down her neck. “I’ve always loved you too.” She said, panting.

“Oh how I would love to make you mine.” San marks her neck and breast before coming back to her lips.

“I fucking love you so much babygirl.”

“I love you too.”

San stuffed his hand down her pants and rubbed her clit. “Princess you’re so wet for me.” He continues to rub her clit and kisses her until they hear someone clearing their throat. It was Mingi. “So I wasn’t wrong when I called you a cock sucking slut? Can’t keep your pussy to yourself I see.” San takes his hand out of her pants and protects her with his body.

“Go away. You’ve already caused enough trouble.”

“Have I now? Seems like the rumours I made up are actually true.” Mingi said cockily. His arms fold and he stares at the both of them.

San kisses her cheek and holds her hand tightly. He guides her back to the class, leaving Mingi behind.

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you from them. I’m sure my friends will help me protect you too.” He kisses her forehead once again, before entering the classroom.

San had comforted the girl the whole day. What she thought would be the worst day of her life, happened to be the best. Thanks to San. He offered to drive her home, but she rejected and walked back instead. It was like any other day for her. She came back home, did her homework, ate dinner, showered and watched T.V. She turns the T.V off and heads back upstairs to her room.

When she opens, someone yanks her hair and pushes her on the bed. “Mingi! What the fuck-”

“Shut up!” He slaps the girl's face, leaving his hand print behind. “Tonight you don’t get to talk. Tonight you’ll be begging me to let you breathe.” He grabs the girl's hair and forces her onto her knees. “WAIT NO! MINGI NO PLEASE NO! SOMEONE HELPPPP!” She screams and cries until Mingi shoves his large cock down her throat. “Suck on it whore.” He pushes his cock down her throat and enjoys the sound of her gagging.

“Eat up, eat up my little slut.” He takes his cock out and bends her over the bed. “You gonna be a bad girl?” He spanks her ass, then shoves four fingers into her. “Oh your cunt’s so tight. Fuckkkk.” He takes them out, then shoves his giant cock into her. She struggles underneath the man and starts to beg him. “PLEASE M-MINGI IT’S MY FIRST T-TIME!”

“That’s too bad for you honey.” He spanks her ass again and starts pounding his boner into her. “PLEASE S-SLOW DOWN!” Mingi pushes her face into the comforter and goes faster. His balls swung back and hit her pussy over and over. He pulls her hair back and the girl comes up panting. “Ple-ease!”

She gulps the saliva down and hangs onto the bed sheet. The cold blood ran down her thigh and was even on Mingi’s cock as lubrication. She was terrified to talk back to Mingi because right now, she was under his control. Any wrong words and she would’ve gotten the life fucked out of her. Although she wishes to protest, she stays under him and takes it.

“You and San are already talking about kids huh?” Mingi manages to go even harder into her, while asking this question. “Well guess what princess, you’re gonna have my baby! Not San’s baby, but my baby!” He spanks her ass one more time, before shooting his cum up, inside of her.

She comes for the first time in her life and continually sobs. “Y-you c-can’t do this to me!”

“I already have. This is what I like to call a late night revenge.”

He pulls out and kisses the girl's neck from behind. “This is what you get for rejecting me.”

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the bear ep8

WOO 47 MINUTE EP LET’S GO

OHHH HIS LAST NAME IS BERZATTO. THE BEAR

this scene is pretty freaky. effective

this is a fantastic monologue. it’s a bit weird to have him explain his motivations and backstory at the very end of the show, rather than the middle, because it’s only now that I feel like It get him and the show is almost over

but man. I do love a main character who lootks like dogshit. they’re so rare these days. intentional ones, at least

it’s cute that syd and marcus are having dinner! they have sweet little convo that for some reason includes syd bragging about how she could totally implelement a regime change as a cia agent which like. it’s a joke but knowing what I know I was like...okay

anyway it’s nice to see them so soon after last episode and they seem to be doing okay and we get some backstory for them too!

hey why doesn’t carmy have any savings? wasn’t he the head of the top restaurant in the world? he doesn’t have any kids or pets and he lives frugally. did he really save nothing?

aww tina!!!!

this is kind of a stupid plot. and so random. I don’t care if richie goes to prison for manslaughter. this isn’t even because he was trying to hurt anyone, it’s barely connected to his character

oh NOW he fucking grows a conscience? ugh

yay marcus!

and then he says “I get it” like kjhsdkashdk im sorry what the fuck is this dialogue

actually, I don’t think this fire makes a lot of sense. I get that it’s callback but the kitchen is running smoothly today and everyone is getting along. if there was more stress that day, carmy needing to resist the urge to let the fire burn would actually make sense

or maybe he’s just a bit fucked up today

oh! syd! she’s so beautiful in this outfit!!!

I had the index card scene sppiled for me by the gifsets but its a good scene!!!

this was actually hilarious

um. wait. this is like a kid’s movie...so they went to do the recipe. and they found hundreds of dollars in the tomato can. which was sealed btw. and then they fund hundreds of dollars in each tomato can and they use that to close the beef and open a new restaurant that carmy and syd will co-run. and that’s the finale? is this money the electric company carmy found in the files? it’s never fucking stated!

it’s nice that they’re eating at a big table as a family but what kind of bullshit fairytale happy ending IS this? the tax plotline was just dropped, richie and syd are apparently okay now even though they’ve literally had zero contact since their argument where she quit, the 300k they owe isn’t mentioned, and I guess all this cash is from selling drugs?

How are they even going to USE it if it’s not been documented and/or laundered? why even close down the beef? it was doing fine financially...would have been more dramatic for this to happen after the restaurant had to close after some big disaster and they used this cash to restart. wait, if it’s the electric company in the files maybe it’s legit?

THEN WHY FUCKING STORE IT LIKE THAT.

THIS MAKES NO SENSE

also, why prevent carmy from working at the beef? why shut him out for years? this entire thing just falls apart when you examine it

well...all in all it was a fun show. the lack of romance was refreshing and I really enjoyed syd and carmy as well as marcus and tina. the editing was excellent and so was pacing - it flew by. it was really interesting to see the inside of how a kitchen is run

I wish more characters in the crew got development and less time was spent on that piece of shit richie (whose aggravated assault charge was never brought up again?!) I did not care about him and there way homophobic jokes in almost every episode

furthermore, the show bent over backward to avoid discussion of race or racism, tonally it was a bit of a mess, and the grounded nature of the struggles of the characters was offset by the unrealistic and bizarre, bordering on absurdist, dialogue and events.

he ending was...I’m always more upset by a needlessly sad ending, so I’m not complaining about the hopeful tone, but I think it was very rushed, poorly set up, not well explained, and kind of stupid in its miraculous finish. great. everything is perfect now and everyone’s a family and they’re making the pasta and they have hundreds of thousands of dollars. I preferred the explosive tension and stress of the previous episode far more - at least it felt like it had consequences

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That Woman Over There - Chapter 4

A You Me and Him Fix-it Fic

Rating: Teen, for language

Word count: 3611

Warnings: none

Summary: ~ Set after the birth of Monty, Olivia’s baby ~ A dear friend of Olivia comes to visit for a week, and she disturbs the fragile peace between her, Alex, and John.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Chapter 4

They held each other until they were cried out. There was a blooming pain in Connie’s chest that did not subside despite the copious tears. The damage was done, and she didn’t know how to start making up for it.

She caressed Liv, then chuckled at her blotchy face. “So pretty.” Liv took her hand and kissed her palm.

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing,” Connie said intensely.

“I told him. That was for you to share, if you wanted.” A fat tear dripped off her nosetip.

Connie shrugged. “We all know you’re challenged at keeping secrets. But you keep the big ones, don’t you?” she said, and hugged her again. “Don’t you ever keep all that pain inside you again. Tell me when I’m being a bitch.”

“You were so hurt, and angry. I didn’t want to make it worse.”

“So were you. And you were pregnant. And you didn’t know whether you and Alex would stay together. You needed me, but I was too busy screaming my own bullshit at you.”

She shrugged bashfully. That was Livvie, in a nutshell. “After you and Ella split, I knew you were already so frayed, and then the divorce happened. You were not well, but I was swollen and miserable and I couldn’t be there for you.”

Connie shook her head. “You’re something else, you know that? That’s not how it works. If I’m being selfish, you call me out on it. If you need me to shut up for a second and listen, you tell me. This friendship goes both ways.”

She nodded, but her face was still twisted with emotion.

“Sweet Livvie,” she said, and squeezed her again.

“What’s going on here?” Alex said. She dropped her cloth shopping bags on the floor and knelt in front of them.

“I told John,” Olivia said, and hiccuped.

“You told John what, sweetheart?” Alex said, drying her tears. It could be anything.

“About …” she realized she had not told Alex everything. She smiled through her tears. Everyone thought she couldn’t keep her mouth shut. It was running joke. But she had kept this from her.

Connie squeezed Alex’s hand, then disappeared into the kitchen.

Alex pulled a pillow into her lap, then patted it. Olivia lay down, and Alex pulled her hair out of the ponytail and started to run her fingers through it.

“You were destroyed. You walked around doing the tough woman bit, and it was excruciating to see it, and not know how to make it better. Especially when I felt it was mostly my fault.”

Alex’s mouth dropped open.

“Nonononono,” she said, shaking her head. “What happened with Jo is not your fault. Never. Ever,” she said. “Getting pregnant was … a surprise, but I know now that if it had not happened, I wouldn’t have done the growing up I needed to do. I was too comfortable with letting you take care of me. It was selfish.”

“I was obsessed. I am obsessed. You’re … I thought I was going to lose you, and it made me desperate. You’re what I’ve been waiting for all my life.” Olivia sat up. “You know what I told you about Connie not being able to make it because of the installations in Paris?”

“Yeah. You were really upset. I didn’t understand-” she looked toward the kitchen, and saw that Connie had stepped into the garden - “I don’t understand how she couldn’t make it. You wore me out talking about her and the firstborn thing, then all of a sudden she was too busy.”

“You told me that John was really important to you right then, and how important it was for him to be included in the birth.”

She nodded. “It was your call, though.”

“Yes, it was. We were fragile - you were fragile - it was really important that you felt that I was there for you, and accepted you as you are.”

Alex’s brow furrowed. “So what does that have to do with Paris?”

“I had to make a decision. Choose who and what was most important to me. And it was you. It’s always been you.” Tears rimmed her eyes again, and she wrung her hands. “There was no Paris.”

Alex was lost.

“Connie didn’t have an art show. She just … she felt she couldn’t be at the birth if John was also present. It was too much for her.”

“Okay,” Alex said slowly.

“She said she was afraid she would ruin the moment if she attempted to twist his head off.”

“Uhuh.”

“It was my call, and you were hurting too, and you really wanted John there. So I made a decision.”

“Ohhh,” Alex said. So, Connie didn’t show because of John. Really?

“You could’ve told me when we discussed it. I woulda found some way to keep ‘em apart. Shit, even if it meant taking turns - an hour in, and hour out-”

Olivia shrugged.

“It was too much. My head was foggy and I was ready to burst and it seemed everyone was pulling me in different directions-” she squeezed Alex’s hand -”not you, but, I just wanted you to be happy.”

“Still. You should’ve told me,” Alex said. “Is this why you were crying to Connie?”

“She apologized for being so stubborn.”

“Too late now.”

“I’m fine. We’re fine now.”

“You know what? I don’t blame you for keeping it to yourself. She should’ve gotten over herself and come and seen you. Her parents divorced? Big fuckin’ whoop. I never knew my da. John’s a twat? Not news. But he’s our twat. And he adores Monty.”

“You don’t know how it was with them. Right after Ella had the affair, too. It’s like the bottom fell out of her life.”

Alex stood up. “And? Shit happens!” she said pointing at her flat belly. Her cheeks were red with anger.

“This is why I didn’t tell you before,” Olivia said. “And your anger is justified. I won’t tell you to calm down, but I need you to understand.”

“Understand what?”

Monty’s crying drifted down from the bedroom. “I don’t know. All I know is I’m over it. All of it,” she said, and got up with a groan. “I’m gonna go feed the baby.”

Alex stood in the middle of the living room, her hands on her hips. She didn’t realize she’d picked up the mannerism from John. She was still confused. So, Connie didn’t come because she was mad at John, a man she never met before? She didn’t understand what the big deal was, really.

She carried the groceries to the kitchen and looked outside, where Connie lay in a lounger, eyes closed to the sun. John thought like most cishet men - they were a bunch of cleaned up neanderthals, the whole lot of ‘em - he was just clever enough to make some lolly out of it.

She slammed the cupboard doors as she put things away.

Twat or not, he was kind to her during a time when being around Olivia hurt. He didn’t have to be, but he chose to be there for her. He still is, in his way. She never thought she would call that overgroomed douche lord her best friend … but he kinda was.

They even had a matching tattoo.

She looked down at at the inside of her left wrist. She barely felt it when she got it - she hurt too bad to feel much. But he held her hand from the other chair, while someone else tattooed him. He kept her centered. He loved them both - both her and Jo - she felt that. And it felt good.

Connie came inside for a bottle of water.

“Connie?”

“Yes?” Her body language was different. She was reticent.

“We should talk about tomorrow, hammer out the last details after dinner.”

Connie put on some socks and a pair of scuffed brown engineer boots. “You know what? I think I’m gonna talk a nice long walk. I haven’t seen the town in daylight yet. You two have a nice dinner together.  But yeah, absolutely.” She changed into a button-up shirt and brushed her hair on the sofa. Although she wanted to be angry at her, she couldn’t. There was a pulsing fragility about her that made her want to hug the woman instead. And it irritated her.

It reminded her a bit of Olivia. Strong, talented, ambitious ... but ultimately, soft. No wonder they were so close.

She was about to go back to the kitchen when Connie grabbed her wrist, and pulled her to sitting on the sofa beside her. She looked at her so intently it made her tingle.

“Lovely Alex,” she said softly. “Can you keep a secret, for me? I’ll completely understand if you tell me to go ... suck on an egg or something.” Her accent came back, and it was nice, both hard and soft. At another time, she would’ve thought it sexy, but …

Eh. It was.

They both looked toward the stairs for signs of Olivia, but everything was quiet.

“I still remember when Livvie called me and told me about you. How you are a brilliant artist on the brink, and how clever you are, and sexy, and hot…” she smiled. “She mentioned that a lot, your hotness. But she didn’t need to say it. I heard it in her voice. It was different, with you.”

Alex bit her lip.

“That whole thing, with the firstborn, we made that promise when we still young and … in our own little world,” Connie said, squeezing her wrist. “You know how it is the first time. The first woman.”

“Oh yeah,” Alex said. “Chandra. My first girl. Yes.”

“Are you still friends?” Connie asked, then thought better of it. “Wait, you don’t have to answer that.”

“It’s fine. No. It was not a long relationship, but it was big. Huge. I came out to everyone including my mum, and it was a whole thing - her parents are Muslim - and Chandra got shipped off to fucking Yorkshire with her grandparents and I never heard from her again.”

“Fuck,” Connie said. “That’s awful.”

Alex gave her a half smile. “Yeah. Grim.”

“I think even when were were… you know, we both knew that we were meant to be something else. That’s why the transition was easy. For me, that’s the curse of the bisexual. When I make a friend, woman or man, I have to question whether I like them, or whether I like them,” she said, nodding her head slowly.

“I thank the powers that be every day I was born a total lezz,” Alex said, patting Connie’s shoulder. “But I sympathize. That must suck.”

Connie chuckled. “Anyway, we were young when we made those promises. We couldn’t see further than each other. But gladly, things change,” she said, and gave Alex a meaningful look. “It was you who was meant to be there.”

She took both of Alex’s hands and squeezed. Her grip was firm and warm, and for some reason, her heart was going a million miles a minute.

“She loved you from the first moment you met. She might’ve gotten a little overzealous when she inseminated without your explicit consent, but I think she knew that it was time, and that time was running out for her in other ways,” she said, and patted her own empty belly. “Even when you were upset, and things happened, she never thought that you were a temporary thing. She was waiting for you.”

Alex was dizzy. This all felt like déjà vu, in a lovely, twisted way.

“I’m sorry about what happened to you, corazón. And please forgive me for making you both upset. I can be bullheaded sometimes, but I try every day to be better.”

For some reason, now her eyes were filled with tears. Connie was a charming bitch.

“If Olivia is fine, then I am totally fine. Really,” she said, and actually pulled Connie in her arms for a hug.

“Awww,” Olivia said. She cradled an eagerly sucking Monty in her arms. “You two discussing super secret birthday business?”

“You look beautiful. Madonna and child,” Connie said.

“Tits out for Monty,” Alex said, not wanting to be outdone. Connie laughed and stood up.

“I won’t be in for dinner,” she said, and grabbed her purse. “I’ve got some errands to run. For the party.”

Alex looked at her, then nodded briskly. “Yeah. Important stuff.”

“You’re going to walk?” Olivia said. “You can take my car if you like.”

“No. I’m not up to breaking any laws today,” Connie said, then kissed both Olivia and Monty. “I could use the walk, and the shops are close.”

“Suit yourself,” Olivia said with a smile, then walked into the kitchen. “After you eat, mummy gets to eat,” she said. “Yum yum!” She smacked her lips.

“I’m on it,” Alex said, following them into the kitchen.

Connie sat down on the sun-warmed park bench with a sigh.

She had gone to the patisserie to confirm pickup on Livvie’s birthday cake - a black forest gateau topped with billowing cream, chocolate shavings and cherries - and then, to the flower shop to order the flowers for her crown. It was nice to be lost, and take time to walk down the unfamiliar streets of Liv’s town. She was so used to the noise and smell of New York that the clean air and smiling faces felt like a gift.

The sound of happily screaming children was both balm and blow. She missed Poppy. With all her heart.

She watched a little girl with curly brown hair very much like Poppy’s go down the slide, then run to the swings. Her mother swept her up in her arms for a kiss before placing her in the plastic seat.

She helped raise Poppy - Ella’s child from a previous relationship gone wrong during the pregnancy - from when she was still tender and babbling at 2 years.

Boy, did that sound familiar. 

They had not made any legal arrangements, and since the woman Ella was seeing when she got pregnant wanted nothing to do with the baby, she slid seamlessly into the role of caregiver. She did it out of love for Ella, but it had not taken long to love the child.

For four years, she had been co-parent, making decisions with Ella for her welfare. She wiped her bum. She stayed up with her when she was sick. She paid for her Montessori, and she looked forward to seeing her grow into a woman, alongside Ella.

But she lost her when Ella lost the plot. Poppy wasn’t her daughter. And with nothing on the books, there was nothing else to say. Concerned friends had suggested filing a suit of custody - she had the receipts to prove her case to the court. But after the restraining order, Ella disappeared. Being a nomadic sculptor that she was, she could be anywhere.

Poppy could be running around in the Guyanese jungle while her mother hacked at stone in a open shed nearby, for all she knew. She had done all she could, but the trail was cold - even the PI said there was no use spending more money.  Poppy was lost to her.

A little boy ran up, the skin of his legs jeweled with long, shallow scratches. His blond hair was gritty with sand.

“Why yer crying?” he said, squinting up at her with concern. His round belly peeked out of the bottom of his Hulk t-shirt.

“Oh!” she said, grinning. She wiped her chin - it was wet. She was so deep in thought she didn’t notice.

“Got sand in my eye,” she said, winking at him.

“That’s bad,” he said, wiping his eyes in sympathy. “You talk funny.” His father walked up, smile crocodile-wide.

“I apologize if he’s bothering you,” he said, eying her hungrily. “He’s a feisty tyke.”

“He’s a little gentleman,” she said. The boy wriggled with delight, then ran off.

“Where’s yours?” he said. She didn’t have the accoutrement of motherhood - the giant purse, the water bottles, the comfortable clothes. He gave her legs an appreciative glance and walked closer, intending to sit down. She glanced at his left hand, where there was a very solid, very gold band.

Jerk.

“She’s somewhere,” she said vaguely, then pulled her cell out of her purse in the universal ‘leave me alone’ way.

“Right then. Have a good evening,” he said, and walked off, glancing longingly back at her one more time. 

John was sick of driving. He rubbed his eyes and realized his face was itchy with salt.

It was strange. All his life, in one way or another, he felt like the odd person out. The burden. The interloper. The mild inconvenience. His own family acted that way, and even now, they were still distant and uninterested - except when they needed something.

Although he teased them mercilessly, Olivia and Alex had turned into his chosen family. Alex embraced his energy, and didn’t make him feel like he tried too hard. Olivia had warmed up to him, and given him her trust and kindness. For the first time in his life, he was enough. And their impact on his life was massive. They had knocked him out of a downward spiral that had nearly killed off the last bit of sympathy in him.

He parked on the curb and stepped out of his car. The afternoon was gloriously warm, and there was a pickup football game in the green. Men hooted and kicked the ball around as their partners watched on the sidelines, reclining on picnic blankets.

He sat on the grass under a tree and hugged his knees.

The men moved so gracefully, confident in their strength. He remembered a time when he wished with all his might that he could run around so freely, and take part in all the things boys do. But he was stuck, aching and bent. Instead of kindness, or at least pity, those healthy, straight-spined kids made his life miserable. And to make things worse, there was no respite at home, since his father was just the grown version of the bullies. After a while, he had seen himself through their eyes - skinny, weak, whinging - and started to hate himself.

It had taken years and years to feel anything more than bitter disappointment when he looked in the mirror.

He suffered in silence, enduring the painful surgeries and therapies by focusing on the day he would be able to walk tall. The very same day that his orthopedic doctor gave him the all clear, he ran to the nearest football pitch, ready to play.

And it was a disaster. He realized, after years of envious observation, that he didn’t like the game. He actually preferred his books and messing around with his Apple II, bent or not. Yet, when he came home with a bleeding elbow and mud on his clothes, it was the first time his father had looked on him with pride. His heart sank. His anger and resentment melted alway with his temporary approval. And he knew he couldn’t stop.

He showed up, took the hits, swallowed his ennui, and become good enough to join a local league. It was all his father spoke about at the pub - how his boy went from a cripple to an athlete. Now, he was used to it. On the weekends, he heard football on the radio while he worked in the shop. Did he really care? Maybe not so much. But only in those times - with the commentator screaming, and the distant roar of the crowd - could he think of his father with affection.

A young man ran near him and started to play keepie uppie. He panted and smiled, and both knees were red with friction. He was quite good, hitting the ball steadily higher, bouncing it deftly on his head, then catching it with his foot and starting over. John watched him with a smile, and groaned when it dropped.

“Good on ye, mate,” John said, and stood up to leave.

The man jogged after him.“Why didn’t you join?”

“You already started,” John said. The man was compact, with wavy blond hair and gold eyes. He looked back at the green, then at him.

“I saw you. Looking earlier.” He searched John’s face for a sign. “Staring.”

“Oh yeah. I was … thinking. Reminiscing.”

“About what?” the man said. He raked his fingers through his hair and licked the sweat from above his upper lip. Although his stance was truculent, it didn’t hide the fact he was obviously flirting. His eyes traveled from John’s narrow hips to his bearded face. He’d love some beard burn. Anywhere.

“My da,” John said, knowing it would kill the mood. “I’m sorry if I, uh, gave you the wrong idea.”

“Me too. No worries, though,” the man said, putting his hands up. “Best of luck to ye.”

John nodded.

When he got into his car, he looked at himself in the rearview, turning his head from side to side slowly. He licked, then puckered his lips. Full and pink. He wiggled his brow and admired the amber gleam of his eyes.

“Oooh. So fuckable,” he said, and turned on the car. There was no reason to be blue. His father was dead, and Connie was leaving in three days.

He was off to the pub, and hopefully, a good shag.

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