#don’t @ me I’m fucking tired and past my bedtime

[ragingdumpsterfire]

if dangerous, why hot then

[strawhbrrries]

Love and Lust

pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader

summary:

warnings: unprotected sex, no foreplay, oral (m receiving), creampie??, female pronouns, whiny mike, whiny reader, switch!mike??, teasing, overstim, hair pulling, nipple pinching, not proofread, porn with no plot

word count: 1.3k words

author’s note: this isn't as needy n whiny as I originally hoped so I hope you guys can forgive me!!! please send requests for what you'd like to see next! very dedicated to @mfdxz because queen has been WAITING for this one

“Please.” He whined in your ear, licking and sucking at any of the skin on your neck that he could reach. “I need you, now.”

“I’m trying, I can’t get your stupid belt unbuckled.” You whined back, sitting up from your position on top of him to try and see the belt buckle better.

“Baby, I am going to cum in my pants if you don’t hurry up.” He relaxed his head against the pillows that lined the headboard, chest rising rapidly as he tried to regulate his breathing. 

On normal days when Abby was home you tried to avoid doing anything sexual, but the second Mike had gotten home the atmosphere shifted. He came up behind you in the kitchen, pressing your ass against the hard-on raging in his jeans, trying to slide his hand under the waistband of your sweats. His fingers made it as far as touching your clit before Abby stumbled in asking for more dinner, a small groan only loud enough for the two of you came out.

The clink of the buckle hitting the floor dissipated any frustration you had, your fingers immediately unzipped his jeans and threw them off somewhere on the floor. Today was one of the few days he’d chosen to go commando, both of you were now appreciating this.

You went back to straddling his waist, grinding down against his cock, your wetness causing your underwear to conform to your folds as you slid his cock between them. His breath hitched at the feeling, he turned his head to the side in an attempt to cover his mouth. 

“Fuck, baby..” Mike groaned, thrusting his hips upwards in an attempt to create more friction.

“Feel good, Mikey?” You teased, moving down his body to sit in between his legs.

“Baby..” Is all he could muster in response, anything else was lost the second you put the tip of his cock in your mouth.

The feeling of him in your mouth, hard and leaking from the need to fuck you, caused a moan to vibrate around him. He tried to close his legs at the feeling, you hadn’t even done anything and yet it was all too much already. Your hands pushed them back open, taking his cock as far as it could go, your nose was pressing against his pubic bone. You hollowed your cheeks as you pulled off of him, using your tongue to swirl around it as you went.

You climbed back up his body, straddling his waist yet again, and placing your lips against his. The kiss was needy and messy, strings of saliva connecting your chins together. His fingers found your hair, entangling themselves at the base and pulling your head back. He needed you, and he was tired of letting you have that control.

“I said, I needed you, now.” He grunted, nipping at your exposed collarbone.

Mike lifted your shirt and threw it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor, latching onto one of your nipples and rolling the other in between his fingers. You threw your head back at the sensation, trying to hold yourself up against him in an attempt to keep control. Any ounce of control that you had left disappeared when your hair was yanked backwards, causing a loud whimper to leave your mouth and Mike to slap a hand over it. 

The sound of Abby shuffling around in her room stopped the two of you in your tracks, the soft padding of her footsteps passed by the bedroom door. You exchanged a look, it was past her bedtime, and he was off to go check on her. Nights when Abby left her room after her initial bedtime meant she’d be more likely to leave more times throughout the night, sometimes she just wasn’t tired and sometimes she just couldn’t sleep, it’s how she worked.

You heard the two of them exchanging muffled words quickly followed by their footsteps back into her room. To save time, in the chance Abby did leave her room again, you threw your underwear into the pile on the floor.

“She needed water.” He mumbled, closing the door and locking it behind him, throwing off the sweats he’d put on in a hurry. 

The bed dipped as he climbed up you, kissing his way up your body. His fingers slid between your folds, collecting your wetness and bringing the fingers to your mouth. He tapped your lips, an indicator that he wanted you to open your mouth, and slid his fingers in when you opened them.

“How do you taste, sweet girl? Let me taste.” Mike removed his fingers from your mouth and leaned closer to kiss you, swirling his tongue around yours. “Fuuuck.”

Two fingers swirled at your entrance, pushing in slightly as his other hand covered your mouth just in case. He curled his fingers, brushing against the soft, spongy spot inside of you. Your body jerked against him, whining against his hand. 

“Shhh, I’ll take care of you, I promise.” He whispered in your ear, a low groan following behind it as he removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock.

The stretch was wonderful, stinging slightly at the lack of prep but an oh so delicious sting. A small whine escaped his throat, hips stuttering slightly at the feeling of your warm cunt stretching around him. His eyes were squeezed shut, trying to keep himself quiet and to stop himself from cumming so soon. There was just something about having to be quiet and the dire need to fuck you into the mattress was sending him into a spiral, his eyes were just as glazed over as yours were.

His hips thrusted in and out, fingers fumbling around your chest as he searched for your nipples. You brought your hands to your mouth, despite most of your moans and whines getting caught in your throat every time his hips pushed back in, the chance of being caught bringing an overwhelming sense of excitement.

“Baby, fuuck…baby.” Mike moaned, splaying one hand on your stomach and bringing the other to his mouth. 

He was holding on by a thread, orgasm threatening to spill all over your insides with every thrust, he’d been waiting for this all day and now that it was finally here he couldn’t even hold on. 

“I need to cum..” He whined, leaning over so your knees were against your chest and his mouth was by your ear.

“Inside..” You managed to choke out, keeping one hand on your mouth and digging the other into the skin of his bicep, small moon shaped indents appearing.

After you finished your one word sentence he painted your insides with a low groan, sweaty forehead laying itself in the crook of your neck as he continued to thrust in and out. The over-stimulation was too much but he was determined to get you off, he slithered a hand between your bodies. He drew figure eights over your clit as he continued his thrusting, sucking and licking at the skin of your neck.

“Mikey…Mikey..” Your words were breathy and almost inaudible, all you could think, hear, smell, taste was just Mike.

He was overwhelming your senses in the best way and all you wanted was to live in this blissful state forever, full of him. One more thrust had your mind reeling, body shaking, sharp white pleasure searing through your veins as your orgasm ripped through you. He slapped another hand over your mouth, continuing his thrusts to help work you through your orgasm.

“Mike? What are you doing to her?” Abby asked innocently, standing at the open door that didn’t latch when he thought he locked it.

[not-sleepys-blog]

Say my name, I want the neighbors to hear it, want your body to feel it

Content: Stepdad!gojo, masturbating, voyeurism, blowjob, p in v, no plot, creampie, degrading, use of daddy, Dacryphilia, choking, talk of babies, prevy reader, hair pulling, nipple play, dubcon?, Somnophilia?, dirty talk, reader is 20 and Gojo is early 40s

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: I fell asleep at my desk while writing this. I was gonna post this last night

You didn’t mean to start watching your stepdad in the shower. It just happened. You were walking back to your bedroom after coming up the stairs you saw the bathroom door left ajar and that's when you saw him, your stepdad in the shower, jerking his cock, his hand pressed flat on the shower wall, his white hair stuck to his face from the water. Your eyes wander down his toned back, watching his hand move as he groans. You quickly remember that’s your stepdad.You shake your head to rid of the lewd thoughts in your head of your stepdad’s cock, making your way to your bedroom ignoring the dampness you feel in your panties. From then it turned into a habit, a really, really bad habit.You thought you were being sneaky when you kept peeping on him, but he knew from the beginning and left the bathroom door cracked knowing you would be making a visit. He heard your failed attempts to muffle your moans as you touched yourself to the sight of him. It turned him on and fueled his ego knowing you were fingering yourself as he bathed.

Satoru soaps up his body. He intentionally moves his body in a way that shows off his muscular frame and his erect cock “Oh fuck” you mumble as your hand finds its way past the waistband of your shorts and panties. Hearing your murmurs, Satoru couldn't help but feel more turned on than he already was. He reaches for the showerhead and adjusts it so that the water is spraying directly on his cock, groaning softly as he starts to stroke himself. You watch in amazement as your hand matches the pace his hand was moving at, your fingers pumping in and out of your drooling cunt. His strokes increase in speed and intensity as he imagines what  it would be like to have you underneath him, full of his cock. You get closer to your peak as you keep up with his pace, your legs getting weak as you lean against the wall to support yourself. Satoru moans, whispering dirty words knowing that you’ll hear them. “That’s it baby, I wanna feel you cum all over my cock.’ He groaned out as he felt his ball tightening. Hearing his words pushes you over the edge. You cum in your panties, you bite your lip and cover your mouth with your hand to keep yourself from moaning to loud. As you come down from your high you peak back in the bathroom to watch him finish before going back into your room. His eyes roll back as he lets out a long, deep moan. His cock throbs violently, spurting thick streams of hot cum  onto the shower wall and floor. You quickly run to your room to change shorts before dinner as he gets out of the shower.

 You ate dinner with your family silently, the shame of what you did setting in. You finish dinner and help your mother with the dishes before she goes to bed. You settle down on the couch to watch tv. You turn to a random horror movie that was playing. Satoru seeing you in the living room alone he can’t help but step into his role of dad. He sits next to you as he feigns concern of your movie choice so late in the evening. “You should probably watch something a little less scary before bedtime.” You turn to face him, your cheeks red as you remember watching him shower less than an hour ago. “It’s not that scary, I think I’ll be fine.” You mumble. He chuckles, reaching for the remote, turning off the tv earning an annoyed huff from you. He leans in close to you, his voice dropping an octave. “It’s late, baby. Why don’t you come to bed with me hm?” The offer tempting you already knows that you wouldn’t be able to control yourself around him. “I’m not tired yet..” You murmur. He feels your resistance, but isn’t able to shake his growing desire  he has for you. Satoru decides to employ another tactic. He pulls you into his lap and starts to gently massage your back. “How about I give you a massage instead?” You knew what he really wanted to do but your lust was stronger than your common sense, you nod your head in agreement. “That sounds nice.” Feeling you relax under his hands, he takes his time to really work out any knots or tensions in your back earning some moans from you. Groaning softly, unable to resist his urge any longer, he leans forward and captures one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently. His other hand continues to massage your back with more pressure. Your body reacts to his groping, your nipples hardening under your tank top. “What are you doing?” Satoru can’t hold back anymore, feeling your body react to his touch. He moves his hands to grip your hips firmly, his fingers digging into your skin as he thrusts up against you, grinding his hard cock against you through his pants.You whine from the unexpected grinding, your body moves its own and starts to grind against him.

Satoru grows bolder. He leans in closer and starts to nibble at your ear, his voice is soft and husky. “You want it, baby? You want my cock inside you? Tell me…” You nod eagerly, your hips rocking against his, your voice with a slight rasp to it. “Yes, I want it in me.” He growls at your words, his actions becoming more aggressive. He pulls you off his lap and onto the floor, then quickly undresses, revealing  his fully erect cock. “Here baby, it’s all yours.” You get on your knees, your mouth watering at the sight in front of you. Your lips part as you take him in your mouth. Satoru gasps as you take him deep in your throat, his hands finding purchase in your hair. He holds you there for a moment, savoring the sensation before pulling you back up to meet his eyes. “Your such a fucking slut, aren’t you?” You whine in response, your tongue tracing the veins on his cock, you gag when he pushes your head down further. Once he hears you gag he pulls back slightly, his cock slipping out of your mouth with a wet pop. He Looks down at you, his eyes dark and hungry. “Now, why don’t you get on your hands and knees for me?” You got on your hands and knees, like you were told to, eagerly waiting. Satoru watches you with a predatory gaze, a smirk on his lips as he approaches you from behind. His hand gently strokes your hair before trailing down your spine. He nuzzles his nose against your neck, inhaling your scent, then positioning his cock at your entrance. “Daddy please.” You begged, grinding against him.

With a rough groan, Satoru slams into you, earning a moan from you. He begins thrusting with a harsh rhythm, pounding his cock into your tight cunt. His hands grip your hips, holding you still as he takes you hard and fast. You cum just from him putting it in. Your eyes rolled back as you moaned. Feeling your walls clenching around him, he picks up the pace. His hips slam into yours as he grunts with each thrust. “Feels good huh slut?” He growls in your ear as his hand grips your throat. “So good, feels so good daddy.” Satoru grabs your hair, forcing you to look at him. His eyes are wild with lust. “Daddy’s gonna cum in this little whore’s pussy!” The thought of being filled with your step dad’s cum turned you on more. “Yes daddy! I want your cum to fill me up!” You babble, drool spilling from the corner of your lips. With a final few sloppy thrusts he fills you up with his seed. He holds himself there for several moments before pulling out. His thick cum oozes from your pussy as he steps back to admire his work. He wipes his cock on your ass before pulling his pants up. “Now get back to your room, little whore.” He growled. Thinking that was the end of it, you go back to your room. To your surprise Satoru came back into your room in the middle of the night while everyone else was sleeping.

 He couldn’t resist the urge to visit your room. Hequietly opens the door, closing it behind him as he steps inside, finding you fast asleep under the covers. Soft snores leaving your lips causing him to smirk. He carefully removes the covers exposing your nude form. He strokes his cock before positioning it at her entrance, sinking back inside her with a groan. He starts thrusting slowly, gently waking you with each thrust. You slowly start to stir awake, rubbing your eyes, feeling his cock inside you. He kisses your neck and whispers in your ear. “Daddy’s back, baby.” As you begin to fully wake up, he begins to pick up the pace, thrusting harder and faster. Your pussy tightens around him and he grunts with every stroke. “Daddy… mom is in the room across from us. We’ll get caught!” You mumble, moans spilling from your lips despite your sleepy protests. Satoru grins against your neck, his thrusts becoming rougher as he chuckles darkly. “Your mother doesn't need to know about her little whore of a daughter getting fucked senseless by her own stepdaddy.” He growls out between breaths. Too tired to argue back you wrap your legs around his waist as bury your face in his neck, kissing it to muffle your moans. He lets out a low groan as you kiss his neck. He leans into your bite, your hips meeting in a rough rhythm. Your moans only serve to fuel his lust, he wants nothing more than to make you scream his name. “Daddy’s cock feels good.” You whine into his neck. “Fucking right it does, little slut.” Satoru groaned, his thrusts becoming harder. He smacks your ass roughly before grabbing your hips for leverage. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you wont be able to walk to straight tommrow.” Your eyes roll back with each thrust, your nails dig into his shoulders that’ll leave marks. “Oh God! You’re in so deep! Gonna break my pussy daddy!” Your back arched off the bed, your vision started to blur.He let out a growl, feeling the tightness of your pussy squeezing his cock so deliciously. He thrusts deeper and harder into you, pounding against your g-spot. “You want me to break this slutty cunt of yours?” You whimper and nod “Fuck yes! Break this pussy!” 

“I knew you were a filthy little slut.” He snarls as he fucks your harder, making your breasts bounce with every thrust, your sweet moans fill the room. “You fucking love how daddy’s cock stretches your cunt , don’t ya?” You moaned, grabbing the bed sheets, nodding your head. “Yes daddy, I do…. So rough with me.” You babbled, tears rolling down your cheeks from the pleasure. Satoru grins as the tears roll down your face, he loves breaking a good cry baby slut. “That’s right, cry for me as I fuck you. Beg for Daddy’s cock!” All you could do was whine in response. His eye’s roll back in pleasure as you take his full length of his cock fill you up. He wraps a hand around your throat, choking you softly as he thrust harder. “You like that, whore? Do you like feeling my cock deep inside you?” You nod feeling full and stretched out, your moans and whines filling the room. “You want me to cum inside you? You want me to gill your womb with my babies?” He grunts feeling your gummy walls tightening around his cock. “Yes daddy! FIll me up, wanna have your babies in me!” Satoru’s eyes go wide, thrilled at hearing you say that, his thrusts getting sloppy. “Fuck, yes! You want daddy to cum inside you and make you pregnant with my baby?”  You nod quickly “Fill me up! Wanna have your babies.” Your voice whiney as you reach your peak. Your jaw goes slack as tears roll down your face from the orgasm, your eyes rolling back as you start to see stars.

Satoru moans loudly as he feels you tightening around him, cumming. He thrusts a few more times before pulling out, shooting his load on your belly and pussy, rubbing it in. “Good girl” He hummed. You watch as he finishes on your stomach, soft whines and whimpers falling from your lips. He grins as he watches your fucked out body, your body panting and sweaty. He runs a finger through the cum on your stomach bringing it up to your lips. You open your mouth taking his fingers in your mouth and suck on them. He groans as you suck his cum covered fingers, letting it drip down your chin. He smirks, pulling his fingers out and grabbing a nearby towel. “Good girl. Next time, maybe I’ll let you suck my cock clean after.” “Yeah… next time.”

[storm-angel989]

Hello!!

I was wondering if you could do a Val x daughter teen reader.

- She’s super duper sleep deprived (yawning every other 5 minutes and it’s so obvious she’s fighting to stay awake), and relies on a crap ton of energy drinks to keep her up and going. How would Val, Vel, and Vox react to finding out about this?

Hi Friend,

Thank you so much for your patience <3

As all three of the Vee’s very well know, sleep is so important. They want to see Reader succeed, but not at the expense of her own health. So take a peek at what happens!

Enjoy!

<3 Mandy

My official bedtime is eleven. I crawl into bed at two. 

My day started at 4:30.

Get up. Drag myself to the gym. Lately, I’ve been listening to my textbooks on audiobook while I run because I, for the life of me, can’t get my brain to retain any of the information. My first sip of an energy drink is paired with water as I frantically scramble to scrub my hair and get dressed in my uniform before I need to leave for school. 

Seven thirty. Skip breakfast in favor of the second energy drink of the day. Slide into my homeroom seat exactly six minutes before the bell rings. I can’t be late, or else I risk getting kicked off the water polo team. 

School ends at three. I lose track of how many energy drinks I buy, how many cups of coffee I consume. All I know is it’s easier to study and drink coffee than it is to study and eat. And midterms start tomorrow. 

Practice starts at three thirty and by the time I get in the water, my week and a half worth of cramming for midterms is starting to catch up to me. It’s all I can do to stay awake, and unlike the other girls, I’m grateful for the freezing cold water. 

This routine had been mine for the past two weeks, and I was exhausted. Cramming for exams always sucked, but this time around felt harder than most. 

“I just need to review one more chapter,” I promised myself as I climbed into the limo. The ache in my head matched the heaviness of my eyelids and I let out another yawn. “One more chapter, and then…”

Out of habit, I pulled out my exam schedule. I felt my heart drop and jolted awake as I read through the test list for the next day. Fuck. Science was tomorrow. Not history. I hadn’t even started to review science.  I opened up another energy drink as I stared into the eyes of what would be another all nighter. As the last drop of liquid entered my body, I could feel my heart beat- an uncomfortable buzz. I tried to ignore it as I exited the limo and trudged upstairs. My mind blurred as I went through the motions without remembering exactly what I was doing. 

“Ah, princessa, I’m glad you’re home,” my father’s voice floated across the room. “Your Uncle Vox just finished making dinner. Come sit.”

“I can’t, Daddy, midterms start tomorrow,” I replied through a yawn. “I have to study, I mixed up…”

“You can’t study on an empty tummy. Your body needs fuel,” my Aunt Velvette replied.

Her tone told me I wasn’t getting out of it. I dropped my backpack and hazily made my way across the living room. I stumbled but caught myself on the table. I could feel all three sets of eyes on me as I righted myself and slowly sank into my chair. 

“Babygirl, are you feeling okay?” Vox asked as he pressed his hand to my forehead. “You don’t look good.”

“No, no you don’t,” my father added. “Did you eat before practice?”

I tried to remember but the memories of the day wouldn’t come. I shrugged in response. 

“Have you been drinking?” Velvette demanded after a moment of silence. She crossed her arms. “You’re stumbling, you’re pale, you’re slurring your words, something is wrong.”

“No! I’m just, I’m really tired,” I protested as I tried to bite back a yawn. “Midterms, they're tomorrow and I..I need to study. I can have another energy drink, maybe that will help.”

I went to push myself up from the table and felt the heaviness of Vox’s hands on my shoulder hold me in place. His other hand reached over and clicked on my VoxTech watch. 

“When did you go to bed last night?” My father asked gently. 

“More importantly, how many energy drinks did you have today?” Vox asked. 

Unable to hold back, I yawned. “It's midterm week, I dunno. Guys, I have to study, I…” 

I watched all three of them exchange glances. Vox hit a button on my watch and they both looked at their phones. Alarm spread over each of their faces.

“No. You’re not going anywhere except to bed,” my father said firmly as he stood up. 

“Dad, no, I’m…I’m fine..” I started to protest as he lifted me into his arms. “Daddy, I’m sixteen, lemme go…” I laid my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes as I tried to push myself away from him. 

“Mhm, yeah, you’re right, you are sixteen,” he replied softly.

The next thing I knew, he laid me down in my bed and pulled the covers over me. I felt the weight of his body on the bed as he sat down next to me. 

“Close your eyes, ninita,” he said softly. “You need to rest.”

Under the warmth of the covers, snuggled in the comfort of my bed, exhaustion swept over me. Unable to fight, I sank into a deep, dreamless sleep. 

It could have been days, or hours later. As I slowly came to, the red digits of my alarm clock flashed. Eleven thirty am. Panic rushed through me. Late! I was so late! I sat straight up, but before I could swing myself out of bed, Vox’s hand pushed me down. 

“Hey, hey kid. Calm down. Relax, you’re fine,” he said soothingly.

“No, Uncle Vox I have my history midterm today, I have to go, I’m so late!” I babbled as I tried to push against him.

“You’ll make them up, deep breath,” he replied evenly. “It’s okay, I promise. I’m going to let your Dad and Vel know you’re awake. If I let you go, will you please stay down?”

Slowly, I nodded as the panic began to subside. He released me and sat down on the bed next to me. A few moments later, the door opened and they both walked into the room. 

“How are you feeling?” my father asked. 

“Better? Dad, my midterms, practice, I have homework,” I began.

He held up his hand. “Stop. Take a breath. Uncle Vox called the school. Your midterms are rescheduled for two weeks from now. Lots of time to study without you running yourself down to nothing.” 

“As for homework and practice, you don’t have to worry about that until Monday, which is when you’re allowed to go back to school,” Velvette added. 

“Allowed back to school? What the fuck does that mean?” I asked. 

“It means you’ve been asleep for almost a day and a half. It’s Thursday, sweetheart,” Vox said gently. 

Panic washed over me. A day and a half? I slept for a day and a half?

“See, the problem with sleep deprivation is that it catches up to you. No amount of energy drinks or coffee can fix the issue. The only way to feel better is to sleep,” he continued. “And it appears that you, little girl, pushed yourself to your max.”

“And could have done some serious damage to your body in the process,” my father added. “So this is how the rest of this weekend goes. You’re going to the doctors to get checked over…”

“Why? I was just overtired,” I protested. 

“No, you were exhausted. And you consumed so much caffeine your heart rate and your blood pressure were sky high,” Vox answered.

“Your Aunt Velvette, Uncle Vox and I have been taking turns sitting with you just to make sure you were okay,” my father added. “So no. A checkup is not negotiable. We’re also going to have a discussion with the doctor on the importance of sleep and the negative effects caffeine can have on the body. Anyway, after you get the all clear, you are going to spend the weekend resting. You can watch movies, study for a few hours, I don’t care. But when your body is tired, you need to sleep. Otherwise, you’re not going to recover from this.”

I felt myself deflate. “Am I grounded too?”

“Call it grounding if you want, but you’re staying home all weekend,” my father replied calmly. 

A thousand protests raced through my mind. I had an away game this week. I needed to keep in shape. I had projects to do and laps to swim. But as I studied the concerned expression on my fathers face, I realized that nothing I could say would make them change their minds. The creeping feeling of exhaustion swept over me and I yawned as I settled back against the pillows. 

I felt lips press to my forehead and I snuggled back under the covers. Maybe a bit more sleep wouldn't hurt.

[romanarose]

About a Girl: Epilogue

Beautiful header by my beloved @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

Joel Miller x Trans!Fem!Reader (Nickname, Blue)

Series Masterlist : The Last of Us Masterlist : Full Masterlist

Summary: Blue sets up her future in Joel's life, step by step by step

Warnings for whole fic, not chapter by chapter: 18+ ONLY!! I cannot warn against everything, but these are major themes. Joel is a lil ignorant but not out of hate. He just doesn't know. He's trying his best. There will be smut. Penetrative sex, all of the anal play, oral. There will be transphobia from other people. Addiction and alcoholism. QUICK child neglect not by Joel but I promise, Sarah is fine and is having a great time in life. Fetishization of women attracted to women by a shitty guy. Will update as needed. Again, this is adult content. Expect adult content.

Immersivity: Reader is transgender, AMAB female, reader has had gotten bottom surgery, not top, and is on hormones. reader has visible hair and a blue streak in hair, but not described. Could be braids, could be natural hair, whatever. Header is for aesthetics only. Reader is about Joel and Tommy's height. Let me know if i miss anything!

TAGS HAVE BEEN SHITTY make sure you're caught up!!

TRANS LIVES MATTER! TRANS YOUTH MATTER! TRANS ELDERLY MATTER! TRANS WOMEN MATTER! TRANS MEN MATTER! NON BINARY TRANS MATTER!

9 years later.

Life was good. Really fucking good.

You had two teenagers which was… fucking insane, honestly. Sarah and Ellie were close as two almost-twins could get, and often fought like it too. Nothing nasty or mean spirited, just so clearly sister stuff like Ellie using Sarah’s deodorant or Sarah taking Ellie’s coat. They’d fight and yell and Joel would tell them to knock it off before they stormed off. An hour later Ellie would say hey, the bachelor is on, wanna watch? Or Sarah would throw hot cheettos at Ellie and they’d be back to normal.

Tommy had been mostly sober for 5 years, his longest stretch yet. It was looking up, even after a few close calls. There had been a night or two Tommy had called Joel, close to relapse, but being the good brother he was Joel was always there. After a few years at his own apartment, Tommy had suffered a pretty bad near-relapse on hard drugs. He broke his 3 years sobriety on alcohol and called Joel one night crying while he was watching The Late Late Show, Sarah and Ellie up past their bedtimes one summer. 

“Tommy? What’s going on, man?” Joel stands up from the couch, already moving to get his shows as Ellie mutes Craig Furegson. Everyone is quiet as Joel listens. “I’ll be right there, man, don’t worry. Nah, it ain’t a problem at all, Tommy, Blue’s here with the girls.”

Joel stayed with a drunk Tommy all night, holding him, putting on shows, ordering pizza, playing card games, anything it took to keep Tommy from calling up his old dealer.

In the morning, Joel brought him home to sleep. It was the summer, so you were off and could watch Tommy while Joel went to work, Tommy using a sick day at the farm and Joel and Tess hustling extra hard to make up for it. It didn’t matter, because it was Tommy, and they’d do anything for him.

When he put Tommy asleep on the couch, Ellie and Sarah asked to talk to you and Blue, pulling you into Ellie’s room.

Ellie steepled her hands, looking like an evil villain in a made-for-tv-movie. “We have a proposition for you.”

“You’re not getting your nose pierced-”

“Joel.” You chastise.

“Sorry El, what is it.”

Ellie looks to Sarah, urging her on.

“We think uncle Tommy should move in with us again. We love him, and it worries us that he’s had to call you so much recently.”

You can see Joel close his eyes, the wrinkles around his face compounding. He was getting older, as were you, and you loved every single wrinkles and gray and pop of his knees. You speak before he does, knowing your husband is tired.

“I’m sorry, girls. We never wanted Tommy’s issues to effect you.”

Sarah: “We knew there were problems, even when we were young. It’s hard not to notice, you couldn’t have hid that unless he was never around, and we wouldn’t have wanted that.”

“Besides, mom.” Ellie adds. “We’re teenagers now. 13 and 14 are practically adults!”

Joel shakes his head. “Ain’t right to be worry’n about that at your age.”

“Well, you don’t need to worry about every single thing all the time, and yet you do anyway, so it’s even!”

You crack a smile, Ellie, despite no blood relation at all, had taken after you, while Sarah reminded you a lot like her godmother, Talia, mixed with some of her dad. Ellie was agreat kid, even as she entered her teens, she remained steadfast. There was a… slight issue with her getting in fights in school, but when they talked to the principal, there was always a reason you thought made sense, even if the school was displeased. Once, some girl called Sarah a slur. Another time, a boy was bullying a disabled kid. They found out Ellie was gay after the incident where she punched a kid for pushing a boys head in a toilet for being gay.

By this point, coming out wasn’t a nerve wracking thing in your family for Ellie. You and Joel had made it very clear that they had nothing to worry about, and that much was obvious by the people in the girls' lives; Bill and Frank still employed Tommy Tess and Joel and had an active part in the girls' lives even though they could stay home during harvest now. Talia and Tess were their beloved aunts. Sarah was very close to Talia, bonding over hours of doing hair. Ellie and Tess clicked right now, both tomboys, but both girls loved both aunts. 

And of course there was Tommy. When Tommy came out, it began a long struggle of keeping him out of the closet. He switched from gay, bisexual, then insisting he was straight over and over again whenever he went through some identity crisis, or when he reconnected with military friends, or he heard of some hate crime. No girlfriend, no boyfriend, just a cycle of hook ups to keep him distracted.

The girls loved their uncle, Sarah in particular was attached at the hip to him, and it hurt her when he was hurting. You and Joel had tried to protect her, but she was an intuitive girl.

And then, there was you. You had wanted to wait until the girls were a little older to explain things to them, but they went to school in the same district you had taught in. a friend of Sarah’s suddenly wasn’t allowed to play at your home anymore, and soon a rumor went around school that you were born a man. Sarah came home crying one day when she was 12, and you didn’t want to lie to her. You and Joel sat Ellie and her down and explained it to them as best you could for their age. There weren't any handbooks for this sort of thing. 

There was a moment, a brief moment of worry in your head. The echo of Kayla’s voice telling you Sarah wouldn’t love you when she found out. But Kayla didn’t know Sarah. She’d probably seen Sarah three time since the day you confronted her for hurting Joel, and then disappeared. The only time you heard from her after that was when she sent back the papers, signed, relinquishing her parental rights so you could adopt Sarah. She enclosed a $50 check, and although Joel had told her that she could still see Sarah as long as Sarah agreed, you haven't heard from her since. 

At ages 11 for Ellie and 10 for Sarah, you held your daughters in the courthouse as they were legally adopted.

Now, you stood in the upstairs of the home you shared with your daughters and your husband as they showed you just the kind of young ladies they’d grown into.

Joel shook his head. “Thank you, girls, but we ain’t got room here. He’ll stay on the couch for a few days, but I don’t think he’d wanna stay there for more than that.”

After a bad night, Tommy stayed for a little bit. Joel said couch, but sometimes you took the couch so Tommy could sleep in the bed with Joel if he really was in a bad way. You loved Tommy like a brother, you and him getting close in the nearly year you both lived with Tess and Talia. 

Sarah and Ellie looked at each other, and Sarah spoke. “We decided we’d combine our rooms. Ellie will come sleep with me, and Uncle Tommy could have his old room back.”

You immediately felt your eyes watering, realizing how good your children had become, how much like their father they’d grown into. This is Joel’s call. “Girls, no, I don’t want y’all making these sacrifices-”

“Uncle Tommy raised me. And, no offense, but he’s my favorite person.” She said with a smile. “We want to.” And Ellie agreed.

Joel was still declining, but wavering. “I- thats very nice but if he were to move it, we’d have to commit to a year, maybe two, I don’t know…”

Ellie spoke now. “We think it would be best if he stayed for a while. We’re prepared to commit to this through high school. We wanna do this dad.” Her sincerity struck you, a young woman grown up right before your eyes. 

You turn to Joel.  “Baby… I think it might be a good idea…” When you turn to look at your husband, he has a tear rolling down his face and his chest breathing heavily. 

“Babygirls.” Joel’s voice warbled. “I love you, so much.”

When Tommy was sober and the worst of his hangove was done, you spoke to him.

2 months later he was moved into Ellie’s old room where he’s been the last year.

*

It’d been a year since that morning, and things were better than ever.

Tommy was sober, the girls were happy, you and Joel were happy, and everyone had driven out to Austin to celebrate Ellie’s first pride.

“Whatya think, kiddo?” Frank asked, clapping her back softly with his hand.

Ellie smiled widely, taking in everything around her.  “Pretty fucking cool!”

“Language.” Her dad chastised, earning a nudge from you. He continued. “Don’t be wonder’n off girls, it ain’t safe-”

You decide to tease him, being the only none LGBT person here, other than Sarah, although at 13 there was no reason she needed to commit either way. 

“Oh, so because almost everyone here is gay, it’s inherently more dangerous? Okay Joel.”

But Joel was not to be fooled when you’ve been playing this game for ten years. “Nice try baby…” He paused for a moment before adding, “You know it’s because the city makes me nervous, right? Not because-”

“I know, Joely” You pinch his butt, making Tess behind you gag, as if she hadn’t gotten a grab of a few Miller buttcheeks back before getting married. Well, legally recognized in the State of Massachutis, and not in the other 49.

“What about him?” Ellie asks loudly, pointing to a guy and nudging her uncle. “He looks like he could teach you better spanish.”

Tommy flicked her. “Don’t fuck’n point, shit head.” He ignored Joel’s tired reminder for language. Tommy is where she picked up the habit. “And just because he’s got brown skin doesn’t mean he speaks spanish.”

Ellie looked to Sarah. Sarah’s eyes said no. Ellie’s impulse control said yes. “Hey! You!” Ellie shouts to the man while everyone around her tries to stop her. Poor guy was just trying to get a hot dog.

“Hey?” He looked confused but not unkind as she walked fearlessly too him. He was a little taller than her dad, not by much, dark curls sticking to his head with sweat. It wasn’t even noon yet, but June in Austen could kill. 

Joel is calling Ellie’s name, pulling on her arm but she turns to him, looking up. “Let me do this or I will start screaming stranger danger.” Joel let go, but facepalmed, staying right next to her none the less. “You speak spanish?” She asked the man, thumbing towards Tommy. “My unce here is looking to brush up.” Double Miller facepalm.

“Uhhhhh, no, but I can get by in Hindi.” He looked to Tommy with a grin. “I can impress some desi MILFs, if that’s your goal.”

Tommy swooped in slinging Ellie over his shoulder as she shouted ‘hey!’ and began backing away. “Don’t listen to her, she’s- I swear we’re not racist- I told her not to assume- listen, she knows like, no white people- I’m Mexican!” He nervous rambled, Ellie over his shoulder telling him he’s floundering.

The man just laughed. “Hey, it’s alright, man. Don’t worry about it.”

Tommy mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ and turned around. Now facing the stranger, Ellie frantically motioned toward Tommy to him, pointing and drawing hearts in the air.

*

After running into him and embarrassing Tommy a few more times, Ellie and Sarah got his business card. Jake and Tommy have talked every day since.

That night, the girls sound asleep in their room, Tommy on the phone with Jake, you keep your hand wrapped tight around your husband's cock. You were tired, not wanting to get up to any antics but you definitely wanted to make your husband cum. He deserved an orgasm for dealing with crowds of strange people in a big city, constantly alert for his daughters, Tommy, Tess, Talia, you, and even Frank. Him and Bill were the same in that aspect, always keeping an eye on theirs, protecting the good people in this world. You suspected Bill was getting the same treatment on the farm right now. Well, almost. Bill didn’t strike you as the type to put up with edging.

“There you go baby, there you go… so close, so close… ah! Not yet!” You squeeze at the base of Joel’s cock, staving off his orgasm a third time. Oh, you were a tease.

“Blue, come ooooon!” He whines, fingers gripping the sheets so hard one corner was already pulled off the bed. “This ain’t fair.”

You begin to stroke him again, his hard and thick cock not allowing for you fingers to close around it, thick and juicy and oh-so mouth watering. 

“Ooooh poor baby boy. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll stop.” You lied

“You always- ooohhh shit” Joel moans out for you, you love seeing your big tough man reduced to a whimpering puddle just from a little bit of edging. “You always say that, Blue”

Still, you laugh, your hand moving up and down on his cock as Joel begin to buck his hips into your fist. Silly boy, he thinks if he can reach his high faster, you’ll let him have it. “I know, I’m a meany meany.” You pinch his orgasm off again, giggling when he whispers a harsh-

“Fuck!” 

“Aht, aht, aht!” You continue to tease, spitting on his already over stimulated cock before playing with him more. “Language!” You reference his police of Ellie and Tommy.

Joel flops his head on the pillow. Your little pillow princess. “Oh I see. Y-your-” His words are cut off hummed whimper, his cute little feet wiggling. “You're punishing me for being annoying today?” He chuckles a little, knowing it’s all in fun.

You kiss his forehead. “Not one bit, baby. You’re my perfect man, and I want you to come. Go ahead Joel, come for me.” You pump him as the love of your life groans, covering your hand and his stomach in cum.

Once cleaned and in PJ’s, ready to sleep the fuck in on sunday, you assume your position behind him, wrapping your arms around his wide middle, getting a little wider every year, and kiss his scruffy neck. “Thank you for all you do for our family, baby.”

“Ain’t no thing.”

“But it is.” You coax him to look at you, his eyes wide and brown and beautiful. “I can’t imagine what my life would have been like if I had parents as supportive as you, loved me so unconditionally.” Things with your parents were pretty good now, they were. As well as you supposed it could get. They loved Sarah and Ellie and visited a few times a year, as you did them. Reconciling was more about giving grandparents to those girls they wouldn’t have otherwise. The day you met Joel, he said he hates his birthday, and that never changed. Years later, he’ll have a cake and accepts gifts, but it’s mostly for his girls. You found out his dad died on his birthday, leaving him without any parents. “Things would be so different. I wouldn’t have gone through addiction, I could have started hormones earlier and maybe I’d look-”

“Blue.” Joel turned over to cup your face. “There ain’t nothing wrong with the way you look. You’re my beautiful wife, and thats that.”

You smile at him. “Thank you, baby. But I mean it. I love that we can provide a different environment for Ellie to come out in.”

“I am too, mi amor.” He smiles back, and you lay your head on his chest. 

You wore his old flannel that night. It felt like home.

Wow, its been a ride!!

I know this series was small but im so thankful for everyone who read it and supported me!!!!

I hope somewhere out there, a transwoman reads this and feels seen <3 you are valued, you are important, you are loved

I love blue and I love the little word here, the found family Joel has gained over the years!!!! Now Jake enters the picture!

If you have any questions about this world, loose ends you didnt think i tied up or you have any additional q's of any kind, comment, reblog, or send an ask! Im happy to answer!

I love you all so much!

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As it turns out, Christopher is also having nightmares. Eddie calls her one morning, as exhausted as she is, saying he was up all night with Chris. 

“He’s waking up screaming. Really scared, Shan. Did something happen to him up there?” 

Shannon feels terrible. 

“No,” she promises. “I mean, nothing I didn’t already tell you. Maybe seeing Buck fall and get swept away?”

Shannon has been struggling with that, too. But more while she’s awake than while she’s sleeping.

“Carla thinks I should take him to see a therapist,” Eddie says. “Someone who specializes in trauma in children.” 

Shannon could vomit. “She thinks he’s traumatized? Do you think he’s traumatized?”

“I think he went through something traumatic. You all did,” Eddie says. “But, like, he can get past it, right? Because nothing too bad ended up happening.” 

“Right,” she mutters. 

“So what do you think?” 

Shannon takes a deep breath. She’s too tired to think this through clearly. At the forefront of her mind is just the feeling that her son is hurt again, and it’s because of her. Which is ridiculous. She knows it’s ridiculous. She didn’t cause this. He just happened to be with her. And thank fuck Buck was too.

“Shannon?” 

“Sorry, yeah. Uh… I mean, if you think it’s a good idea, I trust you.”

“I think it probably is, but I still feel weird,” Eddie admits. 

“Weird?” Shannon asks. “Weird how?”

“Like, if I had needed this as a kid…” 

Oh. She gets it.

“Your parents never would have gone for it,” she finishes. 

“Yeah. Dad would have said to suck it up and move forward.”

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“It just sort of happened,” Eddie admits. “While you were grocery shopping the other day? And I took her to the park. It slipped out. She thought it was funny. It’s a done deal now.”

Buck smiles affectionately. “That’s very sweet.”

Eddie shrugs again. 

“Why duckling, specifically?” Buck asks. 

“Well, I didn’t know the name of a baby dove, and the generic bird term chick felt very icky-”

“Squab,” Buck offers.

“What?” 

“The name for a baby dove. Squab,” Buck explains.

“Yeah, see, I am not calling your daughter squab,” Eddie retorts.

Your daughter. Your daughter. Your daughter. 

“I appreciate that,” Buck says. 

“My brain was stuck on birds,” Eddie continues. “And then duck rhymes with Buck, and she’s your kid, so… Duckling.”

“Duckling,” Buck repeats. Because she’s his daughter. “Alright. I like it.”

“Well, good,” Eddie says. “I was going to keep using it either way.”

Buck laughs. “I see how much power I hold.”

“Very little,” Eddie agrees. “At least I’m not telling her medical emergency horror stories involving rotisserie chicken.”

Buck groans. “That was one time!”

ii.

It keeps up like that. The general ease and happiness. 

Well, ease might be an overstatement. Adjusting to a six year-old overnight still has its challenges. Especially a six year-old who is still learning how to be a part of a family. Sometimes he forgets it’s all new to her, as well as she fits in with his life. 

Some things are easy. She’s completely over not asking for what she needs; at least not when it comes to Buck, Eddie, Carla, and Maddie and Chim, when they go there for dinners. She’s always polite and never fights him about bedtime - something Buck knows Maddie and Chim struggle with with Jee. 

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Buck laughs. A bitter and cold thing. 

“Where is all this coming from?” He repeats. “It’s so clear that you are only here for Maddie. And that’s fine. Whatever. You don’t want to know me? Fine. Your loss. You don’t give a shit that I nearly died last year? Fine. But to see so plainly that you never cared about me? From the time I was born? I don’t need to sit around and watch that and wonder why.”

There are a range of reactions to Buck’s outburst. One he could have avoided had they just let him leave. 

Eddie grabs his arm, squeezing it like he’s trying to pull Buck back from the edge. 

Margaret starts to cry.

Phillip looks at the floor.

Chim winces, like he’s watching a trainwreck. 

It’s Maddie that speaks up.

“Buck,” she shakes her head, eyes welling over. “Please don’t go there.”

“Go where, Maddie?” Buck asks, exasperated. “Everyone in the room can see it.”

“Buck,” she tries again.

But he just shakes his head at her.

“Let’s go, Eddie,” he says. 

Eddie puts his hand on Buck’s back, and leads him towards the door. His hand on Cranberry’s leash is white knuckling the paracord loop handle. His other hand is shaking. 

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“Two dinners,” Buck says on the drive home. Eddie is in the driver’s seat. Not their usual arrangement, but necessary, tonight. “That's all it took. Two dinners, and I am twelve years-old again, trapped between my sister and my parents.”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, eyes flicking between the road and Buck. “That was really painful.”

“And now what?” Buck continues, hardly hearing him. “I have to plan an awkward fucking apology.”

“Whoa, wait!” Eddie’s tone sharpens. “What do you have to apologize for?”

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Summary: Tangerine comes home. Post-Bullet proof.

A/n: i’d love to know if anyone would be interested in a prequel series about this pairing? lmk!

Word count: 2.6k

Bullet Proof Masterlist

~*~

The low hum of music playing through the small record player in the corner of the living room fills the air while you wash up the takeout containers from your dinner tonight. Jovie is fast asleep in her bedroom down the hall, curled tightly underneath her sheets.

Bedtime lasted longer tonight than usual because Tan has been on a job for the past few days. Ever since you moved back in with him, you’ve gotten used to living with him, and so has Jovie, which makes it harder when he isn’t here. You have a routine now to put Jovie to bed, an elaborate and complicated thing with many steps including kids' books and Tangerine’s own story times. So, without him, it’s been hard to convince Jovie to fall asleep these past few nights.

It took you four Dr. Seuss books and one game of hide and seek to get her into bed, which took more energy out of you than you care to admit.

Billy Joel’s crooning voice is interrupted by the ringing of your phone. Carefully, after you dry your hands, you swipe up on the screen of the photo of Tangerine and Jovie that fills it.

On the speaker, his voice fills the empty space between the two of you. You don’t know where he is at this point or if he’s finished what he needs to do- it’s too risky to discuss over the phone- but based on the sounds you think he’s driving somewhere. You can picture the way his ringed fingers grip the steering wheel, his eyes focusing on the road in front of him as neon lights pass by, reflected against the shine of the pendant around his neck.

“Hey, love,” he says, his voice sounding tired but nevertheless affectionate. “How are my girls doing?”

Your heart fills with warmth at his word choice, and you jump up on the counter to sit and talk for a while. “We’re good. I finally got Jovie to bed, though it took more convincing than usual.” Your head hits the wooden cabinet as you lean back and your eyes slide shut.

He hums in response and adds, “I swear to God, she gets her fucking energy from you. You used to be just like her “

“Because I couldn’t fucking trust you then,” you blame. “Had to sleep with my back to the door.”

“I have you no reason not to fucking trust me.” Tangerine’s voice is light, fond remembrance laced through his tone. “Even gave you the bed because I’m a gentleman.”

“You’re no such thing,” you laugh. “And I remember a conversation like this years ago where we couldn’t agree.”

Tangerine fully laughs this time, a low, happy-sounding laugh that you’ve been missing. You learned what it was like without Tan for all those years, so now every time he’s gone you feel it deeper, like something lodged inside your heart. Tan’s laughter dies down and he says. “Yeah, but we’ve fucking changed since then. You’ve come to see how much of a right pleasure I am.”

It’s your turn to hum in agreement. Silence falls between the two of you, but it’s not uncomfortable. You don’t know someone as well as Tan and have uncomfortable silences. You’ve been through so much- making it through silence isn’t the worst thing you’ve faced.

You break the silence, though, because you have to tell him how hard it’s been without him here. Even washing dishes had felt lonely without him bothering you, his front plastered against your back as he places kisses along your neck. “I’ve missed you.”

“The only thing between us is distance,” Tangerine says automatically. “And that’s fucking nothing at all, love.”

“I know.” You hate how weak your voice sounds. How emotion creeps through the cracks and seeps through the phone speaker. “It doesn’t feel like that, though.”

“That bad?” he asks. The concern in his voice carries through despite the bad quality. You don’t know if he’s alone or where he is, but it makes you feel safe somehow, knowing that he’s worried about you. As if he doesn’t already have enough to worry about.

“Not great,” you admit. “Jovie misses you too. She keeps asking me when you’ll be home, but she’s been busy with school.”

“I’m sorry, love.” It fills you with ache, how tired he sounds. You know that he trusts you- you’re not going to leave again- but that doesn’t make things like this any easier.

“It’s okay,” you assure him, or, at least, try to. “You’ll be back soon. How’s everything looking there?”

Tangerine sighs fully and tells through veiled metaphors how it’s been harder than he and Lemon thought to track down the mark they’re looking for, but he thinks that they’ve got a good lead. He tells you how the mark is usually unguarded and without weapons, so it will be easy once they actually find him. You can only hope for his safety.

But safety, in your lives, is a laughable commodity that you haven’t known for years. It’s your choice and you’ve had to live with it, through thick and thin.

“Do you need any help?” you ask when he’s done talking, praying that there’s something you can do. “I can see what I can find.”

“Love,” he says, and you can see the smile on his face from miles apart, a fond, exasperated smile that you know too well. “Enjoy your time off, I’ll be home soon.”

“You will?” You know it’s selfish, wanting him to yourself all the time. He has a job to do, and you’re distracting him, making it harder for him to get the job done. But it’s so hard when he’s so gentle like this.

“I don’t fucking care what else happens, I’m seeing you tonight, love,” Tangerine promises, his voice grainy from whatever low-quality service he’s on.

“Yeah?” you ask, smiling. It doesn’t have to be true to make you feel protected. Safe. It could be an empty promise, but you’d still have the same reaction.

“Yeah,” he says. “It’s time I stop fucking about here and come to see my girls.”

You feel like a schoolgirl from the way you’re grinning into the phone and thinking about him. “I’ll be waiting, then.”

“Try to get some sleep.” You don’t know how he’s the one taking care of you right now, but it’s nice to have someone tell you what to do.

“I will. Goodnight, Tan.” As hard as you try to hide it, your voice sounds hopeful and lighter than you intend it to. The last thing you want to do is guilt him to coming home. God knows you’re already responsible for enough of his guilt.

“Night, love.”

You move through the apartment, missing him less and more at the same time. You don’t want to think about it anymore, but all you can seem to see in your mind is him- the ink tracing patterns on his skin, the cold metal of his rings, and the tidy curl of his hair. With him on the back of your eyelids, you fall asleep curled up on the couch like Jovie is in her own bed.

~*~

Tangerine’s footsteps are light on the pavement outside of his house from years of practice. There’s blood on his hands, there usually is, but he can’t care to wash it off when you’re right beyond the front door.

The key to the door slips in after a few tries and shoulders open the door, wincing as a cut along his ribs is pulled tight. He’ll have to ask you to help him with that later. For now, though, all he wants to do is see his daughter and you safely asleep. It hadn’t been a hard job, just tiring, and he's exhausted down to his bones that ache and scream for him to lie down.

He can’t do that, though, until he sees you- your face lighting up in surprise that he made it home so fast. He promised you he would, and he’d rather not show up at all than break that promise. The two of you stopped breaking promises to each other recently. Carefully, so he doesn’t wake anyone up, he steps out of his shoes and his suit jacket, putting them in their place in the hallway next to Jovie’s green raincoat and your heavy black overcoat. The very picture of a normal family, those coats. It brings a weary smile to his face.

He’s expecting you to be in bed, but you aren’t. When he finds you, you’re dead asleep on the couch, a threadbare blanket covering you as the tv plays dimly, some movie he hasn’t seen before. It looks romantic enough to be something you would pick, though.

For a moment, before he’ll carry you to your shared bed, he watches you. He’s known for years that you’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, but when you’re sleeping there’s something so fragile about you. The usual strength that you carry in your frame is hidden by one of his old sweatshirts and a pile of pillows, and the creases that he usually finds in between your eyebrows aren’t there. No, like this you look like a gentler version of yourself. Someone who, maybe, hasn’t had to make so many hard choices or do so many shitty things.

But that’s not who you are, and it’s definitely not the person he fell in love with. It sounds horrible, to think that the unforgiving circumstances of your youth are what led you to him, but it’s the truth more than anything else. He can’t count the number of times you’ve bonded over your shared traumatic experiences or cried into his arms about things only he can understand.

When he tucks you into his chest and lifts you with an arm underneath your knees, you start to stir. He’s proud to see, however, that you don’t panic like he’s sure you would with anyone else. You just settle deeper into his chest and go back to sleep.

As much as he would love to immediately lay down beside you, he has to check on Jovie first. It’s irrational, his fear, but given everything that’s happened, he has to do it.

She’s fast asleep just like you are, stuffed bear held close to her chest. The nightlight plugged into her wall casts a blue light around the room, lighting her curly hair with a neon glow. You always say that Jovie looks just like him, she got his curls, but he thinks she looks like you. She has your eyes, smart and bright, and she has your strength.

Gently, he steps over to where her bed is and kisses her on her forehead. “Hey, Jovie-love. I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?” Once he’s satisfied that she’s okay, he brushes the hair out of her face and kisses her once before padding out and shutting the door without a sound.

You’re sitting up in bed when he makes it back to your room, the sleeves of his hoodie falling over your hands as you shuffle to the edge of the bed. “You’re here,” you state dumbly, a grin spreading across your face. “I thought you were being hopeful.” You rub some sleep out of your eyes and reach for him, and his heart fucking melts. He lets you draw him in closer to you and his hands find their way to cup your face. Like this with him standing, he’s much taller than you, and he’s able to really, truly see you. The relief plastered on your face and the beaming, not-quite-awake smile make everything that he had to go through to get here worth it.

“Since when have I been fucking hopeful?” Tangerine grins. “I made you a promise, didn’t I? Had to stick to it.” There’s so much truth behind his words that he’s too tired to unpack right now, but you don’t seem to mind. You especially don’t mind when he leans down and kisses you gently, at first, but with more passion when he remembers that you’re real, and you’re here, and you’re all his. Slowly, careful of his various minor injuries, he leans forward until you’re laying flat on the bed with him in between your legs. He thinks he hides the grimace of pain he makes when you skim your hands down his torso, just enough pressure to make pain bloom beneath his eyes, but you know him too well to let something like that slip his eyes.

You also know that he’s never going to ask you for help when he’s hurt. So, you stop him with a hand pushed against his chest and ask, a little breathlessly, but with narrowed eyes, “Are you hurt?”

He lets out a long, low groan and buries his head in your shoulder. He mutters under his breath, but clear enough for you to hear, “Can’t get fucking nothing by you, love.”

It’s not the right thing to say, because panic spreads across your face as you try and get him off of you, looking for any sign of pain. There are the normal bloodstains on his clothes, but you assumed those weren’t his- they usually aren’t. “Where are you hurt?” you ask, your voice an octave higher than natural and your hands not as steady as he knows they should be. “Are you okay? I swear, Tan, if you’re bleeding out and you wasted all this time-”

“-Love, does it look like I’m bleeding out?” he asks, tilting your chin up with his finger to get you to look him in the eyes. There’s still panic in your eyes, but it takes on a sharper edge when you start to focus like he knows you can. You take in his clothes, the flush on his cheeks, the strength of his arms, and the smile on his face. He doesn’t look any worse than all the other times he’s come home with scrapes and bruises.

“No,” you answer unsurely. “But you’re good at hiding things.”

Tangerine can’t help the grin that slips onto his face at your stubbornness. “It’s nothing big, yeah? Just a scrape on my ribs. Fucking prick used a knife on me.” You don’t look completely convinced, but he sees the fight drain from your posture. Whether or not you realize it, you lean into his touch and close your eyes, taking deep breaths in and out.

“I’m okay, love, I promise. Everything’s going to be alright” There he goes again, making promises that he has no right to make. But with you looking at him like moments ago, like the world was ending if he was, he can’t do anything except promise you everything. He may be a fighter, but, against you and Jovie, he’s a weak man.

In the end, you take him to the bathroom anyway and fix him up, complaining the whole time that his wound could have gotten infected if he didn’t clean it tonight. He argues back that you would have found out one way or another, so he didn’t need to tell you. Really, though, he doesn’t mind your hands smoothing over his skin, gently applying antiseptic and bandaging it up.

History has proven that he’ll let you get away with almost anything, not that you try much anymore. All you ask for is that he comes home at the end of a job, and he asks the same in return. It’s what you should have done since the beginning, but he knows it wasn’t always as clear as it is now.

It doesn’t matter anymore. You’re both here now, his arm thrown around your waist underneath the sheets, your soft breathing lulling him to a state of almost-sleep. He’ll fall asleep eventually, he’s still exhausted, but right now he’s taking the moment to enjoy being home.

With Jovie. With you.

His family.

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[wisteria-cherry]

forty days and forty nights (day twenty-three!)

“that was fun last night, we should do that more often.” you smile as you hand bakugo his coffee. he only grunted in response.

“you alright?” you ask, leaning against the counter. he’d been quiet all day, even when you teased him about how spiky his hair is, something that usually would’ve gotten a rise out of him. of course, by “all day”, you meant about fifteen minutes, so it wasn’t saying much, but you still found yourself a little worried.

“m’fine.” bakugo responded gruffly, sipping his coffee. “jus’ tired.”

“long day today?” you ask sympathetically.

“nah. i was just up late last night.” bakugo answered.

“doing what?” bakugo gave you a slightly confused look.

“eating ramen with some dumbass.”

“well, when did you get home?”

“ten. went right to bed.”

you blinked. ten wasn’t late at all.

“well… when did you get up?”

“four.” that made a little more sense.

“when do you usually go to bed?”

“i dunno, 8:30?” you suddenly snort, clapping a hand to your mouth to stifle it as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the sudden laughter.

“the hell’re you laughing at?!” bakugo barked, brought back to life by sweet mockery.

“8— 8:30?!” you burst out laughing. “oh, bakugo, you poor soul..!”

“shut the fuck up! sleep’s important, you damn brat!” he roared, completely and totally offended by your words.

“i know, i know, but like— 8:30!” you gasped, trying to catch your breath. “oh, bakugo, i’m so sorry, i kept you up past your bedtime.”

“will you quit that already?” bakugo snarled, opening his fists to reveal sparking palms.

“alright, alright,” you giggle, holding up your hands in surrender. “my bad.”

“no shit.” bakugo scowled. “annoying dumbass.”

“you love me.” you tease, quoting his own words from yesterday.

“fuck off, you wish.” bakugo scoffed haughtily.

“i bet a lot of people wish.” you joke, poking the arm that leaned on the counter. bakugo didn’t pull his arm away. “mr. number two popularity ranking.”

“number one.” he corrected suddenly.

“number one?” you repeat, surprised.

“yeah, my mission boosted it this month. i’m number one in the hero rankings and popularity.” bakugo smirked.

“that’s amazing, bakugo, good job!” a grin breaks out across your face. “hey, coffee’s free tomorrow as a little treat.”

“yeah, whatever.” bakugo huffed, but the smirk remained.

“i bet all your fangirls were worried about you.” you whisper with a shit-eating grin.

“shut the hell up, will you?!” bakugo instantly roared to life. looks like the coffee worked. “you were worried, ‘s’at make you a fangirl too? hah?”

“no, because i when i met you i didn’t know you were a pro hero.” you said.

“what difference does that make?” bakugo glared.

“it means i know you as bakugo, not as dynamight. so i’m not worried as a dynamight fan, i’m worried as bakugo’s friend.” you explain.

“that’s stupid. i’m dynamight, y’know.” bakugo replied rather bluntly, giving you a skeptical look.

“but it’s different.” you insist.

“whatever.”

“…do you actually have fangirls though”

“goddammit.”

“do you?” you demand. “i’ve gotta know if people actually thirst after your grumpy face.”

“piss off!” bakugo snapped. “yes, those shitty online forums.”

“any ones in real life?”

“yes.” bakugo answered begrudgingly. this you found very amusing. you figured it was the same as approaching endeavor, a now-retired hero who was prominent in your childhood, always number two to all might. grumpy and unpleasant, but something about their unwavering determination just makes you want to root for them.

“i want stories.” you tap the countertop insistently.

“what, you think this is story time?” bakugo gave you his signature disdainful look before sipping his coffee. “what’re you, two?”

“we’ve gone older this, i’m older than you.”

“only by a couple months.” bakugo huffed.

“you don’t know how many.”

“i don’t care how many.”

“ouch, bakugo,” you feigned being wounded. “that hurt.”

“yeah, right.” bakugo rolled his eyes, before very reluctantly relating a story of a fangirl. “some creepy ass teenage girl came up to me and latched onto my arm and said a bunch of weird shit. i shook her off. never saw her again, which is a plus in my damn book.”

“wow, you’re a really bad storyteller.” you marveled.

“yeah, well, my job is to kill villains, not tell stories to fucking kids!” bakugo glared pointedly. point taken.

“hey, respect your elders!” you scold.

“not when my ‘elder’ is acting like a damned two year old!” bakugo countered.

“touché.” you arched an eyebrow. “…but still.”

“still, what?”

“nothing.”

“annoying dumbass.”

“fuck off, you wish.”

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[queeniethevampire]

The year was 19XX. Before Queenie ascended to the throne. She had come out to the previous monarch, Queen Alessia, that when she died or retired the vampire would take over, making her existence public. From there she had begun quietly living in her castle. Down in the dungeon and the secret second dungeon. That one was fun to explain.

However from time to time she was called to aid with various castle duties. After all she was not the Queen now, and what her majesty says, goes (on citizens born before 1785, as per a law passed in 1900). One night as she was on the grounds moon watching Alessia and her husband came out. Her husband pushed his wife forwards gently as the vampire looked at the woman in her 30’s.

“You don’t need to push she won’t kill her monarch. I commanded it.” Alessia huffed as her husband stopped. They were both in night gowns. And clearly they were tired.

“Pardon my French.” Queenie said facing said.

“Mon Dieu.” Alessia replied.

“But why the fuck are you two out here half past midnight in your pajamas.”

“I have a similar question about the leather.” Alessia’s husband said looking the vampire over.

“I like how it looks.” Queenie replied bluntly.

“Let’s not get distracted. I’d like some sleep tonight.” Alessia said. “Queenie. It’s my daughter. She’s terrified there are demons present in the castle. Or…. Well she changes the monster a lot.”

“Changelings? Some of the fuckers snuck in. Royal guard is fucking slacking. I’ll-“. As she spoke a knife flicked out from her arm into her palm, the silver glint of the blade visible under the floodlights from the castle, the moon hidden behind thick, thick clouds.

“Queenie my daughter is six in a creepy old castle with a goddamn vampire in the basement. I’d say she has an overactive imagination but I’m speaking to the founder of a five hundred year old nation who will not be bringing a knife into my daughters room!” Alessia’s voice rose in a bit of anger. “All we want is for you to introduce yourself to her and explain that you will scare away all the monsters. She’s been listening in on our meetings and signings. Hell, she helped write up February’s draft.”

“That’s why February’s draft said I’ve been around a really really really long time. Damn, I liked that.” Queenie said as her knife went away. “Fine I’ll speak to her. I guess there’s not much harm in going ‘a vampire lives in the castle’ I’ve been spreading that story since Mussolini personally.”

Up she went to the castle. Before it's interior was open to the public, and before a restoration Queenie began once Alessia moved out 30 years from tonight. the old floors creaking, the wires exposed. The lighting poor and oppressive. Alessia went in first.

"I should mention, part of your duties tonight is to get Eva to sleep.". Alessia's husband added on.

Queenie rolled her eyes. "And you call me a monster.". She said before Alessia signalled for Queenie to enter.

The young girl, Eva, had a plainer bedroom. old plaster which needed work was intricately painted. Showing remnants of old masters. Bookshelves with girls toys, old books, gift bibles, and other trinkets were built into nooks in the walls. her bed was an old canopy, though the canopy was long gone. As the redhead approached the light to the room flickered and Eva pulled back holding her teddy bear close to her chest.

"Don't make the light flicker." Alessia said annoyed.

"I'm not.". Queenie said before getting closer and, after a moments thought, kneeling before the girl Eva and bowing her head. "Greetings Miss Eva. I am Queenie, founder of Idra and the greatest warrior and soldier to serve this nation. Your mother Queen Alessia commands me, her most loyal undead to make sure you are both safe and will go to sleep.". She said sounding very serious. in actuality she aimed to tell the child a bedtime story, and check for monsters, but some ceremony might help make a special memory.

As she lifted her head Queenie was struck with a pillow with impeccable timing right square in the face. Alessia had to aggressively fight down a snort, and even her husband watching from the door had to do the same. As the pillow held on her face for a few instants before falling Queenie slowly blinked. “Not the first time I was attacked on ID.” She said flat.

“You’re the monster under my bed!” Eva asserted.

“I, young lady, am most definitely not.”

“You definitely are.”

“Queen Alessia, you are the divinely appointed monarch of this nation and mother to young Eva are you not?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Your daughters bed, am I under it?”

There was a moment. “I’d rather say you’re right next to it if anything.”

“That’s what I thought too. Wanted to see if someone a cardinal blessed would see the same or if my eyes were clouded by demonic trickery.”

“No. Your eyes are as sharp as ever Miss Queenie.” Alessia said getting into the role now.

“Why are you Queenie. Mommy is the Queen. Though I won’t be. But that’s ok. Queen sucks.”

Both women, alive and undead, visibly deflated at that.

“I love you dear.” Alessia’s husband said.

“What about me?” Queenie asked with a look back at him, the man now leaning in the door frame a bit more relaxed.

“You’re ok too.”

With a bemused grin she faced Eva. “Well that’s mean. First you say I’m a monster under your bed, and next you say your mom has a sucky job. You are a rude young Miss.”. Queenie extended one finger and gently poked Eva on the forehead. Naturally the child gripped her teddy bear tighter.

Alessia handed Queenie the recently-thrown pillow. “I’m not re-arming her. This girl is dangerous.” Queenie said. “She has monster vision. And is an anti-monarchist.” There was a moment as she watched Eva cuddle her bear. Something in Queenie sparked.

“Though. That makes sense. I think being so anti monarchist has awoken her totem.”

“T-totem?” Alessia was willing to play a little supernatural with her vampiric predecessor and successor. But she sounded serious about this. “What did you sneak into her room?”

“Well, she has a few books and the sword.” She pointed to a sword mounted up high. “But the totem is…”. She put up a finger. “Miss Eva, who gave you your Teddy Bear?”

“The royal guardsmen, Antonio.”

“Anthony.” Alessia corrected.

Queenie smirked. Anthony was American, his father coming back some time after World War Two. Anthony was one of the supernaturally capable guards and probably had been a worse influence on Eva than Queenie. A rare feat. Still he had given her an out.

“Miss Eva. Have you studied American history yet?” Queenie asked the child.

“We’ve done a bit. We’re doing their civil war right now.”

“Oh. Who is your teacher?”

“Brother Pietro.”

“Ah.” She wouldn’t ask him to bring up the time she stopped the volcano plot in st Helen’s in the 80’s then. “Well he’s getting close to teaching you about the man who made a powerful totem, in the age no gods.” Queenie pointed at the teddy bear. “Theodore Roosevelt.”

“Teddy isn’t some…. Monsters tool!” Eva said sounding shocked. “He helps me sleep. He protects me! Though you stick around.” She said that last part sounding a bit annoyed.

“Of course. I knew mister Roosevelt. We were friends.” Friendly acquaintances, and Roosevelt didn’t know she was a vampire, but still. Alice on the other hand. Ho ho~. “He knows my bark is much worse than my bite. However Teddy Roosevelt he loved children. And you see, they named a toy after him.”

Eva let out a gasp as her eyes widened. “Mister Teddy is a president? I think thats bigger than a Queen. Mom, mister Teddy says I can stay up-“

“President is bigger than a Queen. Mom is bigger than a president and the pope combined young lady.” Alessia said sternly.

Eva let out a huff.

Queenie fought down a smirk. Her plan was starting to work. “Yes. But your safe. See. Mister Roosevelt, Teddy, he saw how the kids loved his bears and with some advice from a few friends made sure they could keep kids safe from monsters. First, he made sure everyone called him Teddy. So they’d associate him with the bear. See names hold magic. And a billion people calling Teddy a bear? That’s a lot of magic. Of course. Teddy was a fierce warrior. I know he beat the crap out of me once.” Young Eva’s mouth went wide as Queenie swore, her mother made it clear to let the vampire continue her story with one look. “So when people think of Teddy Roosevelt and the Teddy bear his spirit remains strong in each teddy bear. And most monsters they fear them. I knew Roosevelt so him and I can get along, and I’m safe in front of any Teddy. But if I was a danger the bear would gut me on the spot!” She said poking herself with her fingers dramatically. “This is, of course, an American myth, so not many Italians know it too well. Teddy bears keep kids safe until they’re able to do it themselves.”

Eva was quiet. “How do I know you’re not lying?” She asked the pale skinned woman with blood red eyes and fangs who came to meet her in the middle of the night. A reasonable question really.

“M’lady.” Queenie said to Alessia.

“Yes.”

“As your citizen. Do I speak the truth?” Queenie asked.

“If you do not may the might Roosevelt strike you down.” Alessia said nodding solemnly and making the sign of the cross.

There was a moment. However from the corner of her eye Queenie saw Eva’s teddy twitch. Calmly she turned around.

“I’ve never seen Teddy do anything like that.”

“Oh. That’s cause they strike while kids sleep. Fighting monsters is gruesome business. Mind if I show you something?” Queenie asked.

After a nod from Eva Queenie scooted over on her knees and touched the bear, she rested one hand under Teddy’s back and pointed to his eyes. Small black buttons. “See his eyes?” She asked. “They’re never closed. Unlike monsters, Teddy’s are guardians and they never sleep. Always watching the monsters who approach kids. And if they get to close you learn about mister Roosevelt.”

“How tough was he? I mean you’re a scary monster. How can some president scare you away.”

“Well you see one time a guy got as close to him as you and I are and shot him”. Queenie used two fingers and made a ‘bang’ sound. “And he got hit. He asked the man, ‘why did you do that’ and then began a speech saying ‘it takes more than a bullet to kill a bull moose’.” With that Queenie began to regale Eva with various tales of Roosevelt perhaps slightly exaggerated.

Alessia stepped out and sat on a bench outside.

Half an hour later Queenie closed the door quietly and nodded to the Queen and her husband to move along. They went to their bedroom and spoke quietly. “Did you do it?” Alessia asked.

“Yeah. I had to spend some time getting it all ready, but she’s convinced that her bear will kill a vampire.” Queenie said with a content sigh.

“I mean if it works.” Alessia’s husband said offering a hand. “Still. Thank you.”

Queenie took it and shook his hand. “No problem. Now I’m below a mortal Queen and a Teddy bear.” She chuckled. “Say, Alessia, is Anthony on duty tomorrow do ya know?”

“No. I think he’s gonna be training the guard, but no formal duties for his squad till Friday.”

“Ok.” She nodded.

“Are you going to thank him for the out?”

“Yeah. That’s the plan.” She said. “Oh, and whenever her class gets to Teddy Roosevelt just, uh, just tell the teacher you are the Queen of a vampire kingdom and some people love to tell stories.

Alessia tossed another pillow and Queenie. “I have to do that once a month already. You’re a terrible influence. Now my husband and I are going to sleep.”

Tossing back the pillow Queenie blew them both a kiss before walking out.

———————

The next morning as the guards assembled for their training Queenie was there before them all. Holding a teddy bear and some red thread. When a young man walked by she tapped his shoulder and motioned for him to come with her.

In an old office overfilled wirh various dusty uniforms and spears Queenie had cleared two seats. “Mistah Anthony.” Queenie said with man exaggerated New York accent. “Have a seat.” She said as she put down the stuffed bear before him.

“Yes m’lady?” He asked sitting down looking at her, then the bear confused as to what kinda interrogation technique involved a child’s toy.

“Did you get young Eva a teddy bear from New York about two years ago for her birthday?”

“That’s the guy.” He said nodding at the toy.

“So. Did you put this in it?” Queenie presented a carved silver disk which she put down on his lap. The carvings had a faint red glow to them.

“What. Why is it glowing red? Did Eva get cut on it?”

“That’s my blood.” Queenie said. “Last night the young Miss had me tell her some bedtime stories and I made up some bullshit about a guardian teddy bear. When I said ‘if it lie let the bear strike me down’ this bear moved on its own.” She said. “So I took a hold of it to investigate and being a vampire I used a drop of blood. Well, it took in the blood and a fair bit of magic too.”

“Fuckin hell. It’s not meant to have a soul in it.”

“Why did you put an absorption talisman in the bear An-to-ny.” Queenie said annihilating the syllables in his name.

“Eva, look, my grandfather was in your guard. And though he died last year he was a damn fine mage. But he said since the war magics been coming back.”

“Yeah. I know. I did that.” Queenie replied.

“How. How the fuck-?”

“Answer the question, magic may be back, but I’ve been around when it was much more plentiful. As it is a poor answer will cost a testicle!”

“Fine! Fine! Grandpa watched over the Queen, and When Eva was born he realized she had tons of magic flowing from her. The castle grounds were modified to keep excess magic from flowing out already, but this kid has a lot and no control. When her mother said no to magic lessons before she’s 16 we wanted to do something. He wanted to keep a talisman to bleed off the excess at night. She’d bleed a little magic during the day, but it wouldn’t hurt her. And when she graduated magic lessons she could use the magic in the talisman to help her. I had just been to America and got the bear. I said it could be a gift for her birthday and we could stick it inside. She’d just have to keep it in her room and it’d be good enough most of the time. As she got older she’d handle her magic a bit better. I just didn’t think a vampire would stick some blood in it. Cause-“

“Cause it’d become alive and gain its own will.” Queenie smirked. “Isn’t that right mister Teddy.” She said before putting the round talisman back in and starting to see it up with the red thread.

“What are ya doing? You’re gonna make-“

“Anthony. I’m 1300 years old. I predate the oath. When I was ‘young’ parents would do something like this if they knew their kids were capable. And either they’d put it in a toy, or tell the kid the amulet would protect them. And while it’s not everything, if the parent died they’d make sure some of their blood went in. While the parent would pass on some of the desire to protect would remain. And if the kid really believed it.” She finished her sewing and then a length of thread integrated with the bear turning it red before fading slowly. “It would protect that child in ways I can’t.” She chuckled. “Alessia will have a new bedtime story to tell Eva. And I’ll do what I can to reinforce it. But at least the lil kid will be safe. For the future my ego took from her. Queens are stupid and second to Presidents and Moms after all.” She said as she checked the bear over.

“What was that?”

“Teddy will need to learn. He’ll be returned at the end of the day.” Queenie said putting him before Anthony, though she was sloppy and the bear faced sideways to Anthony. Letting Teddy go Queenie stood up hands clasped behind her back. “But he will be overseeing your drills with me. Eva asked that I train him.”

“Y-yes?” Anthony said confused before looking at the bear, who was facing him now. “Ahh!”

“Relax. Teddy only hurts monsters who threatens kids. And I guess animals.” Queenie chuckled.

[chickensarentcheap]

Bedtime sneak peek :)

It's like pulling teeth over here. All the teeth. But I'm trying, at least.

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WARNING: brief mention of child death

“Why were you honourably discharged?  You’d already done ten years;  you were well-decorated and respected, you’d served almost a dozen tours, your superior officers had nothing but amazing things to say on all your performance reviews.  And then things just went bad. So suddenly.   What…?”

“Life just fell apart. During my last trip to Kandahar.  I fucked up my back pretty bad and instead of having it taken care of when I got home, I started drinking all the time and taking way too many Oxy’s.  I was a mess.  I became a liability instead of an asset.  So they cut me loose before things got worse.”

“They didn’t even give you a chance?  To turn things around? Clean yourself up?”

“I was pretty much a lost cause.  There were other things;  shit going on at home that was pretty messy.”

“Family stuff, you mean? I’m assuming you had one. A family.”

“I did. I had a wife.”

“Things just didn’t work out or…?”

“We’d been having problems.  For a few years.  We’d talked about getting divorced more than once;  just cutting ties and moving on with our lives.   I think we jumped into things;   we were both lonely and looking for a quick fix.   Neither of us was getting any younger; we both wanted a family and were  tired of looking around for ‘the one’.”

“You know, I stumbled upon a quote once. About how  ‘it’s easier to think  you’re in love than it is to accept that you’re alone’.”

“Where’d you hear that?”

“I don’t remember.  I probably read it somewhere.  Or heard it on a TV show. But it’s true.  I’ve been there.  Sounds like you have too,”

(nods)

“Did you end up having a family?  Any kids?”

“I had a son.”

“Past tense? HAD? What…?”

“He died a few years ago.”

[victoriouscabaret]

I was tagged by the forever lovely @chaeza! Thank you friend! <3

Do you make your bed? When I remember to/feel like it. Mornings are usually chaos for me, so getting dressed and making myself look presentable usually takes priority over making the bed.

Favorite number? 9

What's your job? Office Manager. I’m happy with it. Definitely not burnt out like I was when I did funerals. I do really miss being a mortician though. Helping people and taking care of them during a tremendously hard time was so fulfilling, and I don’t think I’ll ever not be fascinated by death from a psychological, cultural, and medical perspective. Alas…

Can you parallel park? With a good deal of swearing and asking myself why I’m even doing this.

Do you think aliens are real? It would be stranger if they weren’t.

Can you drive a manual car? Better than a few, worse than most.

What's your guilty pleasure? Hmmm… I don’t really like sweets or candy, but I could absolutely devastate a package of dark chocolate covered orange peels. Those little things are unfairly tasty.

Tattoos? A teeeeeeny tiny Tolkien illustration of Smaug above the crook of my left arm, a hand holding a candle and a flower with the solar system around it (the universe I guess according to the artist? That’s what she called it at least. Its dope and I love it) on my right thigh, a tribal-esque snake that I drew when I was 19 and decided I needed it on me permanently, so it’s between my shoulder blades and has aged terribly. Going to get that covered up with a Big Ass Panther or something probably. Aaaaand a tragic stick n poke on the inside of my left ankle that I did when I was 17 and thought I was edgy. It looks like nothing. Just a bunch of faded dots of ink in the suggestion of a circle. I love tattoos and held off getting any after my snake for so long because I was worried about family and society judging me, but I’ve recently realized how absolutely fucking ridiculous that is, so I’ve already got my next three planned out lol.

Favorite color? Green

Favorite types of music? Any and all. If it’s got a danceable groove or great lyrics, it’s for me.

Do you like puzzles? Hyperfocusing on jigsaw puzzles is one of my favourite pastimes, but I have two cats, and one of them especially likes to “help” so I just don’t bother these days lol. Some brain puzzles stress me out, and numbers don’t work properly in my brain so stuff like Sudoku isn’t for me. I really enjoy riddles and logic puzzles.

Any phobias? Spiders, enclosed spaces, and heights.

Favorite childhood sport? I really enjoyed most sports as a kid and am a naturally athletic person. I really wanted to do hockey, but certain people thought that dancing was more appropriate for a girl, so into ballet I went for years. I did enjoy dancing a lot, and after I quit ballet and jazz, I started ballroom dancing and competed in country ballroom and swing until I turned 18.

Do you talk to yourself? I think my head would literally explode if I didn’t.

What movies do you adore? Oh man… so many. Comfort ones that I’ll always be happy to watch are: The Princess Bride, Kill Bill Vol. 1&2, Only Lovers Left Alive, the lotr trilogy, Moulin Rouge, and Wristcutters: A Love Story

Coffee or Tea? Coffee, but have ventured more into tea over the past year or so. My caffeine sensitivity went bananas when I still did funerals - I think because the funeral coffee I drank all day, every day was so strong my body was eventually just like “nope” so I can have like… max one coffee a day now otherwise I’m just anxious AND tired but can’t fall asleep at bedtime.

First thing you wanted to be growing up? An acrobat lol.

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[gotham-ruaidh]

Little Bit Better Than I Used To Be

Catch up: Chapter 1 (Starry Eyes) || Chapter 2 (Save Our Souls) || Chapter 3 (Dancing On Glass)|| Chapter 4 (Merry-Go-Round)|| Backstage (1) || Backstage (2) || Chapter 5 (Danger)|| Backstage (3) || Chapter 6A (Love Walked In) || Chapter 6B (Without You) || Backstage (4) || Chapter 7 (Stick To Your Guns) || Chapter 8 (Time For Change) || Backstage (5) || Chapter 9 (Take Me To The Top) || Backstage (6) || Chapter 10 (Home Sweet Home) || Backstage (7) || Chapter 11a (Nightrain) || Chapter 11b (Nothing Else Matters) Chapter 12a (Handle With Care) ||| Also posted at AO3

Chapter 12B: I’m So Tired of Being Lonely

I'm so tired of being lonely // I still have some love to give Won't you show me that you really care?

Soundtrack: “Handle With Care,” Traveling Wilburys, 1988 [click here to listen]

“Here – these were still on the table.”

Faith smiled gratefully, elbow-deep in water at the kitchen sink. “Thank you, Claire – but really, you don’t have to help out. You’re our guest.”

“Nonsense. It’s the least I can do.” She picked up a towel and started drying the dinner dishes. “Does Alec do most of the cooking?”

“He does. I did, for a long time. Especially when the kids were little. But he’s really gotten interested in it over the past few years. So now we split the cooking, more or less.”

“Does it help with his sobriety?”

“I remember something Dougal once told us. He said that an addict is always an addict. And once an addict gives up their intense focus on scoring drugs, they need to channel that focus into something else. Something more constructive.”

“I get that. Jamie has his music. That was so, so helpful for him when we were at The Ridge.”

“He told Alec last night that he’s got an album’s worth of material.”

Claire nodded. “He wants to tour in the spring. Acoustically. That’s how he wrote the songs – so that’s how he wants to perform them. Get the band together and show everyone a different side of Print.”

“And did he ask you to tour with him?”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t sound too enthused about that.”

Claire shrugged, stacking the now-dry dishes on the counter. “He told me that he’s fine when he’s at home. It was on the road where he started to get fucked up.”

Faith nodded. “Alec was always into something or other. He was using, even when I met him. I didn’t think anything of it – all the musicians I saw were into one drug or another. But it didn’t start to get to be a problem until their first big tour in ’66.”

“Did you tour with him?”

“Whenever I could. Our kids were so little. I wanted our family to be together, but it was so hard to travel with them and sleep on buses and figure out what to do for childcare when the gig always started way past their bedtime.” Faith turned off the sink and watched the water slowly drain. “So I started staying home. And that’s when it got really, really bad.”

“How bad, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Faith sighed. “I remember it so clearly. I’d just dropped the kids off at school, and I heard the phone ringing when I came home. It was Tom – do you know Tom?”

“Tom Christie? Jamie told me he’s a fixer. Whatever that means.”

“Well. Back in the day, Tom was Uprising’s road manager. He told me he’d found Alec in his hotel room, ice cold, with a needle sticking out of his arm.”

“Oh my God,” Claire gasped.

“He was alive, but just barely. They were in New Orleans. I called my sister to pick up the kids from school, and Tom got me a plane ticket to come down that morning. I held Alec’s hand in the hospital for three days until he woke up. Thought I’d divorce him if he didn’t die. But then he woke up.” She closed her eyes. “I’ll never forget what he said. ‘I’m sorry. I fucked up. You can leave me, and I get it. But I swear on our children that I’m gonna get better for you, Faith.’”

Alec and Jamie’s laughter drifted into the kitchen from the living room across the house.

“He went cold turkey. It was the most awful three weeks of our lives. But he’s kept his promise.”

Faith opened her eyes and turned to Claire. “I don’t know you, honey, but I do know Jamie. He’ll never do that to you. He had to hit bottom in order to come up and find you.”

Claire licked her lips, stunned. “I – ”

“Trust me when I say that another one like him won’t come along. He wrote a whole album for you, Claire. You’re it. I know it probably scares the shit out of you – what would a guy like him see in a plain Jane woman like you? But believe me – you’re exactly what he needs.”

Claire’s heart thundered.

Jamie’s arms wrapped around her middle, drawing her against him for a kiss. “There you are. Come on – Alec says it’s time for dessert.”

Claire pivoted a bit to look up at Jamie. Gently cradled his jaw in one hand. Kissed the corner of his mouth.

Faith smiled at her over Jamie’s shoulder, Alec’s arm wound around her tightly.

--

“I think this used to be their daughter’s room.”

Jamie opened the closet door, keeping busy as Claire unzipped her overnight bag and took her toiletries into the ensuite bathroom.

“Have you ever met her?”

“Yes, a few months ago. Before The Ridge. My record company threw a party in LA and Alec brought her as his date. I was already half shitfaced but at least I remember being nice to her.”

He closed the closet door and stepped over to the other side of the bedroom, watching Claire wash her face.

“They are such a wonderful couple.”

“Yeah. Alec – he’s such a good sounding board. He got clean before it was even a thing. There were so few places like The Ridge back in the early 70s. Betty Ford, of course, but mostly for alcohol detox. Not a lot for the hard stuff. Faith and the kids have kept him on the straight and narrow. And he’s a much better man for it.” He paused. “I want what they have, Claire. Do you understand now?”

She set down her washcloth and turned to face him, leaning against the sink. Listening.

Jamie swallowed. “I want to share a home like this with you. A house that we can fix up, and call our own. I want you to have you own career, and for me to support you in what you do. And I want to have a houseful of kids. I want to share my life with you, in every way.”

She walked toward him, and hooked her thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans. “Are you proposing?”

“That’s what I want, Claire. But I need to know that it’s what you want, too.”

His eyes burned into hers. Outside, the wind whipped something against the window – tree limbs, or the branches of a rosebush.

“I can think of a thousand reasons why not. But none of them seem to matter.”

“We don’t have to rush it, Claire. You can come with me on tour this spring. We’ll just be playing clubs and theaters – no arenas. Not the full production – we’ll warm up to that. I want you to see me on the road. I want you to know what you’re getting into. But I want to share that with you, Claire.”

“Are you sure, Jamie? You sure you want to spend all that time with me? For all you know, I could be a horrible travel companion.”

He smiled. “Do you know what? I don’t think I care.”

She leaned up for a kiss.

“I’ll do it. The tour, I mean. And for the other stuff…”

He kissed her again. “We can talk about that more.”

She nodded. “I’m all in. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good. I need to show you something.”

He stepped back a bit, and began unbuttoning his shirt.

Her eyebrows raised. “I thought we said we’d keep it PG-rated until further notice.”

“We are. I just – you need to see this. If you have any questions about how I feel.”

Now unbuttoned to the waist, Jamie pulled back the left flap of the shirt.

There, directly over his heart, was Claire.

He hissed as her thumb explored the tattoo.

“Got it as soon as I landed in LA from North Carolina. Friend of mine, who did most of the work on my arms.”

She bit her lip. “I don’t know what to say.”

His heart hammered beneath her thumb.

“We still have so much to learn about each other, Jamie.”

He reached out to tilt her chin, eyes meeting hers.

“I hope to have the rest of my life to learn about you, Claire.”

She parted her lips, and he dove in for another kiss.

“Starting tomorrow,” she breathed.

He nodded. “I want that.”

“Me too. Speaking to Faith – I can see how it’s hard for her sometimes. But the good always outweighs the bad. And I want that, too. I want what she has with Alec. I want that with you.”

He kissed her again. Again. Again.

Finally she pulled away, and rested her forehead against his.

“Can you hold me as I fall asleep?”

“Are you comfortable with that?”

She nodded. “I want to wake up next to you. The other stuff…it can wait. But I don’t want to wait to feel so close to you.”

He granted her wish that night. The next night, too – after a fun-filled day with Alec and Faith. And the night after that, when they stayed up very late, talking about their future, holding each other close.

At their very small wedding six months later, Alec gave a particularly rousing sparking grape juice toast. And Faith took the candid photo of Jamie and Claire that sat proudly, framed, on Claire’s bedside table for many, many years.

[kidney9-9]

Not Today - Chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Masterlist

-

You came back to the gym after staring blankly at your wall while laying down, three hours later. Certainly not the best time to be cleaning, since it was in the middle of the night (while you were supposed to be asleep).

You spent those three hours thinking about the two interactions you’ve had so far. And you’ve come to the conclusion that you might be some sort of an idiot, and he probably thinks you are too, which makes you feel a bit grumpy when you think about it.

You don’t want him to see you as an idiot. You’d like him to think of you as just, well… hopefully he would never think of you and never say anything to you because then you’d get over this weird crush feeling.

You could physically feel the crush too – it was miserable and reminded you of middle school all over again. It was called a “crush” for a reason, you were going to be crushed into a tiny little ball of bad feelings and you’d end up crying and listening to depressing albums while Aya tries to cheer you up with hugs and ice cream.

All you have said to this man, this beautiful and lovely looking person, is “Excuse me.” And you have already imagined about half a dozen scenarios with him, replacing your imaginary boyfriend from a show you loved with him.

After cleaning the two gyms, you arrive back to your floor around 4AM, way past your bedtime. You fell asleep without taking a shower or preparing for bed. Your dreams centered around him, and in the morning, your head throbbed whenever you imagined talking to him.

-

You got up about three hours later with rings under your eyes, reminding you of your dumb mistake last night. You groaned as you got up, feeling the crick in your bones rattle through your body and you shake off the feeling as you walked towards the bathroom to shower.

You tried your best to look presentable this morning but you could barely cover up all the darkness under your eyes and the red in your eyes. You kind of looked like a badass when you were in your robe, but in your janitor uniform, you look like a sad and tired worm.

Yes, that’s right, a worm.

You felt like you could be a worm right now, with how lovely the ground looks. Oh, you’d kill for a nap right now, as you dragged yourself through the hallways of the familiar campus.

Everyone was in classes right now, so it was the best time to clean the bathrooms and the cafeteria. You knew the cafeteria would be clean and spotless, but you offered to help them out in there as often as possible.

You cleaned the assembly rooms earlier today, after hearing from Nezu that he would like to give an announcement and a speech tomorrow to every class. You made sure the stage smelled like the products that Nezu loved to smell, which specifically was always floor cleaner and air freshener.

-

As you walked into the nearest bathroom, you ran into one of the kids, to where you fell back onto the ground roughly and the kid stared over you with a snarl on his lips.

“You idiot, watch where you’re going.” He spat out, and instantly you rolled your eyes at him, remembering who it was from the sports event – Bakugou Katsuki, the one who made you clean up so many explosions. There were charred marks on every wall in each gym because of him. You had to order a special cleaning chemical for it.

“Sorry, kid.” You responded, wondering if he would move so you could get up. It was a bit awkward, laying back with a kid screaming down at you, in your face.

“Why are you going into the men’s restroom? Huh? Are you a pervert? Fucking creep.” He continued, not moving an inch from his position. You felt your face form into disgust at his accusation.

“I’m a janitor – cleaning bathrooms is what I do.” You explained, casually twiddling your fingers as you waited even longer for him to move.

“So, you go into the bathroom I’m using? Screw you. Waste of my fucking time.” He cast back, anger still dancing in his eyes and it took everything in you not to start awkwardly laughing.

“Uh, sure thing. Hope you have a good day then. Goodbye!” You try to get him to leave, but he’s stuck there, growling at you like he’s some kind of animal. You finally let out a snort, which he instantly screamed at.

“What are you laughing about, stinky?”

You laughed even more at the nickname, since you were the complete opposite of stinky – at least that’s what you knew your quirk to be. It was a lame useless quirk but you could affect the way you smell or at least the area around you smell. You always chose to smell like something that reminded you of the beach.

“I’m laughing at nothing! Or – well, I’m laughing at myself, sure, that’s better, right?” You stumbled out in between laughs. He twitched with more anger, about to unleash some more ugly words at you as he stood over your body but he was interrupted.

“If I had known you were bothering our staff, I would have came earlier to drag you back to class.”

You stilled, feeling stunned as you slowly moved your neck to glance up to the other person towering over you. Aizawa, of course he was here. Bakugou was in his class right now it seemed.

You couldn’t say anything as the two bickered (or more like Bakugou shouted at him and Aizawa glared at the boy). You felt like you’d interrupt something important since Aizawa started to speak to him about respect.

“I don’t need to respect this dumb janitor, she ran into me. She should have been looking where she was going.” Bakugou argued back and you barely held back another laugh as he insulted you again.

The two of them looked down at you. Aizawa seemed to have recognized you but his expression was unreadable and Bakugou had calmed down a bit but he was still pretty irritated.

“Just leave our janitor alone, she is stressed enough.” Aizawa finally concluded the argument between them and Bakugou sighed and sent you a mean glare once again. You felt heat rush to your cheeks as this was Aizawa’s first time talking about you and he was concerned about your stress levels.

Well, this is not good, you thought. You would be daydreaming about this all day now and be distracted enough to not do your work. Even now, you weren’t doing your work and somehow it was because he was involved!

You let out a huff of air to yourself, irritated you let it continue so far, but you knew you couldn’t stop yourself from having a crush.

Instead of talking to them, you gave them a nervous grin and shouted, “Excuse me!” And you sat up, knocking into Bakugou once again and ran out of the bathroom and down the hallway.

Aizawa and Bakugou stared at your figure as you ran off and Bakugou was the only one to speak up of you, “Damn janitor hit me again.”

[nothingunrealistic]

Jared and Evan + 22 for the hurt/comfort prompts… simply a them concept

Anonymous asked:

Delirious and also straw that broke the camel's back

17. delirious || 22. the straw that broke the camel’s back

Jared wants to blame his buzzing phone for waking him up, but he wasn’t falling asleep anyway. If he were really tired, he wouldn’t be bothering to put on his glasses.

My cat

My cats

My cat

My cast

You say oh right

You saw it

Do you remember

?

Hearing from Evan this late is weird enough — usually he goes to bed before midnight, like someone’s grandma. He also usually texts more coherently than the average grandma. And Jared can’t remember the last time a text from Evan was preceded by two weeks of total silence.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Why are you even awake?

My car from my arm

Cat

Cast

You saw my car

Cast

Right

When I broke it

He should turn off his phone and ignore whatever this is until the morning, when Evan will either have forgotten about it or remembered how to form a complete sentence. Instead he presses Call and waits through one… two… three rings.

“Don’t call me,” Evan says, sounding like he just woke up. Was he sleep-texting? “I don’t like calls.”

“Yeah, and I don’t like having to decipher your messages like it’s the Rosetta Stone at two AM. Talk.”

“Did I break my arm?”

“Are you drunk? You shouldn’t be underage drinking without me.”

“I’m sick.”

“Wow, no shit.” That answers about half of his questions.

“I can’t remember,” Evan says. “If I really broke it. I thought it was real but I don’t know. Is it?”

Jared shoves his covers down, pushes himself into sitting upright, like that it’ll make it easier to think. “Yeah. You fell out of a tree and broke your arm.”

“No, I didn’t.” Evan’s voice shakes as if he’s about to cry. Jared can’t handle that even at the best of times, which this is far from. “That’s not — I don’t think it is.”

“Yes, you did. You told me. You had a cast on your arm for, like, the first month of school.” With Connor Murphy’s signature plastered across it, the first domino in the chain that’s threatening to topple over and crush them. “Now go to sleep. You and I both know it’s past your bedtime and that warm milk is wearing off.”

“I can’t. I’m tired but I can’t fall asleep.”

“So drink some water. Take some Tylenol. Listen to a boring podcast. Figure it out. Do you expect me to solve all your problems for you?”

“That’s what you do.”

Jared digs his fingers through his hair. He feels almost crazy enough to yank it all out. “This doesn’t mean we’re good, you know. You’re still an asshole.”

“I’m sorry,” Evan says. “I’m really sorry,” and the worst part of hearing that is knowing Evan’s too out of it to mean it. He won’t even remember this tomorrow.

“I’m hanging up.”

“Good n—”

Jared hits End Call, pulls off his glasses, and turns off his phone so he won’t throw it across the room.

(Put a number and two characters in my ask box and get a hurt/comfort drabble)

[opticfile]

hello to my new bsf :D

what if, hypothetically, i asked for big brother! gilbert x gn! reader... in any style really but maybe hurt/comfort specifically... something fluffy and pure tbh, whatever you're feeling. thank youuuuu <333

✧ I LOVE IT i went a little more of a uh revenge route so i hope you dont mind!! also any emil slander is purely only for plot i love that boy

—✦ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 // brief emil x reader for plot, rejection, comfort from gilbert in his own weird ass way, vandalism :3, short itty bitty lil drabble

“So,” You rest your chin in your palm as you lay on your side, eyeing up the boy in front of you. “What’cha gonna do on Saturday? I was thinking-”

“I’m going to the dance.” Emil responded, boredly, the light of his phone illuminating his face.

“Wait, huh?” You sat up a bit, “Emil Steilsson going to a school dance? You never go to those.”

“Alice asked me to go with her.”

“...You’re going to the dance with a date?” You scrunched your nose at the thought, “And with Alice? Doesn’t she get a new guy every few months-”

Emil looked at you awkwardly, “Look, if you have an issue with Alice, that’s on you.”

You frowned at the boy, sitting up in your bed and suddenly feeling a little more conscious about how you look, “Um, I don’t, it’s just…”

Emil looked at you expectantly, his eyes dull and mouth pulled into a line before your room’s door swung open to reveal your brother’s friend.

“Emil,” Matthias grinned, “We gotta head out, Lukas says its past your bedtime, kid.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Emil grumbled, “He acts like I’m 12.”

Emil stood up and slung his backpack over his shoulder, walking out of your room without a goodbye. You assume the dejection in your heart was also visible on your face because after Matthias slapped the back of Emil’s head, he glanced over with a concernedlook.

“You okay?” 

“Yup, just tired.” You nodded.

“Alright, cya.”

Matthias shut the door and you heard his voice blend in with your brothers’ and with Emil’s. Emil’s, it was a hard pill to swallow that he was going on a date with some girl, even if your pining was kept behind closed doors and he probably only hung out with you because you were his brother’s friend’s little sibling and the older boys pushed him away from their activities. You were a little angry, actually, and a lot sad. Maybe it's better to get the rejection out of the way now instead of when it’s someone you're really in love with, right?

But… it still hurt.

And your nose still tickled with the urge to cry as you stood from your bed and took off your sweatshirt, which, actually, was just Emil’s old sweatshirt. You wanted to burn it but you also knew that was extreme. You wanted to laugh and cry and pull out your hair and commit violence, but mostly you just wanted this wave of emotions to be over. 

A knock—one, two, three—rang out through your room.

You threw Emil’s sweater to your floor to be forgotten and cracked open the door, shoving your knee and head into the crack and scowling at the annoying albino in front of you.

“What do you want, Gil.”

“What happened to hello?” Gilbert snickered, “How are you?”

“You don’t get that.” You sneered, moving to close your door quickly before he shoved his foot in the crack, and when he did, you shut it harder.

“Hey, fucking chill,” Gilbert grimaced, “You’re so violent, what happened to the baby of the family?”

“Shut up, dude.” You rolled your eyes, attempting to push his foot out of the doorway, but alas, it was too late. He had his arm in the doorway and soon his entire body emerged through.

“So cruel.” Gilbert frowned, ruffling your hair as he looked around, “You should clean.”

“Don’t remind me, dickwad.” You took a jab at his ribcage.

“Jesus, this is even worse teenage angst than usual.” Gilbert rubbed his side, “Why is your favorite sweatshirt on the floor.”

“It’s not mine and it's not my favorite,” You crossed your arms, plopping down on the beanbag Emil resided on just ten minutes earlier.

“I know it’s Emil’s, but like, you wear it everywhere.” He kicked it under your bed and sat himself upon it.

For a few minutes, silence enveloped you both as you stared at your floor and Gilbert fiddled with some knick-knack he got off your side table.

“So what’s wrong?”

“What?” You glanced up to meet Gilbert, “Why would something be wrong.”

“You’re extra angsty and angry tonight.”

“Maybe it’s because someone barged into my room-”

“And Matthias said you looked sad when he grabbed Emil.” 

You knew your brother. You knew what he was like when he was happy, when he was joking around or making fun of you, and when he was being serious and genuine. And now? You can't find an ounce of joking in his tone as he stares you down.

“I know you better than you think, kid.” Gilbert said, “I was around when you were little, too, and you acted just like this when something upset you. You’d throw your socks at me-”

A worn sock hit his face.

“...I see that hasn’t changed.” Gilbert snorted, “So talk to me, what’s wrong? Who do I need to punch?”

“...” You clenched your jaw, “Okay, but everything we discuss stays in this room and you never tell Matthias or any of your friends.”

“Deal.”

“So…” You bounced your knee, “Emil-”

“Knew it, I’m gonna beat his ass.” Gilbert stood from your bed with clear intent and you had to dive out of your seat to grab him because he was definitely going to follow through here.

“Hold on! No killing!” You pulled at him and he let you, falling back into the bed.

“What did that brat do?” Gilbert grumbled, arms crossed.

“Um… it’s not like he did anything to me or anything…” You frowned, “Actually, he didn’t really do anything wrong so it’s not a big deal-”

“Y/n,” Gilbert cut you off, “It doesn’t matter what he did, you are hurt. I cannot allow that.”

You pulled your legs up on the beanbag and took a deep, mildly shaky breath as emotions began flowing. 

“I, um, I liked him and… uh… he’s going to the dance with someone else.”

“Are you kidding me?” Gilbert began.

‘It’s stupid, I know-’

“What a little prick.” He grumbled, “He’s always a dick to you, you deserve better.”

You frowned, “Don’t be mean to him, Gil-”

“I don’t care if you like him, it’s true, he barely acknowledges you.”

“Gil, stop it.”

“The only reason he even hangs out with you is because we won’t let him do shit with us-”

“I get it, okay.” You threw another sock at him, “I know I never had a chance but you don’t have to be a jerk about it, just go away, Gil…”

Gilbert stopped his rant as you sunk into your beanbag, turning your eyes away from him as they watered and breathing in that stuttery way you breathe when you cry. His hands dropped to his lap as he leaned forward.

“Hey, I didn’t mean it like that…”

“I don’t care.” You turned even farther away from him, refusing to meet his face.

“I just mean he’s not worth anything, he’s a loser and always looks bored. You can do better, he didn't even deserve you talking to him, and he’s a jerk if he doesn't realize that.”

You frowned as you stayed statue-still in your chair, processing his words as his sentence finished and he sat in silence for a moment.

“Y/n, talk to me.” Gilbert frowned, inching over on your bed to reach you, placing his hand on your shoulder and rubbing it comfortingly. “I’m sorry.”

“...”

“I have an idea.” He spoke, mischief in his voice.

“Throw it like you’re throwing a baseball into his eye!” Gilbert shouted from the tree above you.

You launched the toilet paper roll in your hands at him, a trail of it fluttering in its wake before he caught it.

“That would be a black eye.” He whistled, wrapping the toilet paper in the branches and further vandalizing his best buddy’s front yard.

“I want to crack his skull open with a baseball bat!” You seethed, picking up another toilet paper roll.

“Holy, relax, I don’t make enough to get you a good lawyer.” Gilbert laughed obnoxiously.

You threw another roll over a branch, jogging over to retrieve the roll off of Emil’s family’s lawn and tossing it up again to get stuck in some twigs way up high.

Speaking of Emil’s family.

“What the hell are you doing?” Matthias shouted from his window on the second floor.

“Your brother is a prick,” Gilbert shouted back.

“Which one?”

“Emil, the little brat.” Gilbert sneered, pulling a spraypaint can out of his sweatshirt’s front pocket, “Broke Y/n’s heart.”

“You said you wouldn’t tell!” You shouted, throwing a roll into Gilbert’s head just for him to wave you off.

“Aw, really?” Matthias frowned, “I thought they were cute together.”

“Yeah well he’s going to the dance with a whore!” You shouted up, “I hope he gets STDs!”

Gilbert erupted in laughter and Matthias snorted, “I’ve never heard you say whore, man you’re getting older…”

Gilbert shook the paint can before Matthew stumbled over his words to object, something about it won't come off and Tino will have his head. But Gilbert, the daredevil he is, pressed down on the can and sprayed a bright red stripe into the trunk.

“Holy shit, you’re gonna die.” Matthias rubbed his head.

“He can come at me,” Gilbert continued spraying, “He’s lucky I don’t spray this directly on Emil!”

It was going to be hard to look Emil in the eye after this one.

✧ navigation.

[levbolton]

Jesus you are a really bad person. You're 23 and acting like this. "You think I don't face discrimination because my skin is pale?" I don't, actually. Imagine being this out of touch that you would complain about the police not enacting action on your behalf angainst a person of color and then say you suffer from being white. Disgusting.

Why are you trying to silence my own struggles as a eaterns european in western europe? Do you live in a social bubble? When you people think of romanian you think of stealing wallets jokes, of beggars, of scammers. Westeners refuse to employ me and my people or take us seriously just because of our nationality. Or they employ us, and they pay uq just the bare minimum for overwork, this is what happened with my mother. Human trafficking happens, they take tomanians, don’t allow them a place to sleep, and have them sleeping on building sites and work non stop! And this is just the tip of the iceberg you dipshit. So again, who are you to silence my own experiences?

Just shut up. (« BaD pErSoN » my ass.)

Oh wait you’re talking about my neighbours

THE ONES THAT KEEP ME AWAKE AT MIDNIGHT, what if I also start playing music so loud people can’t sleep? Or talk so loudly i others hear me?

I tried 3 times to tell her « ma’am, this is an old building, the isolation isn’t that great so could you speak less loudly? »

Not to mention i was studying for my last bachelors exams and she made it more difficult

Why are you on anon? Come on, show yourself otherwise you’re just a clown that doesn’t deserve any attention, don’t just play the twitter idiot

3 years ago I had noisy neighbours with kids making noise at night from running inside the house, of course we fucking complained to the police for that and ofc they got moved, but you know what?! They were also romanians. If you’re noisy and have a nasty personality i’m going to complain abt you no matter your ethnicity or skin color. Get that inside your head for once

Why did i have to wait 2 months to call the police? Why did i have to have that patience if i wasn’t trying to be an understanding person? 2 whole months, noise every night and i accepted that but everything has its limit

Our neighbour that lives in front of us is a muslim man, we have another poc neighbour on the 1st floor. But they are nice people, they don’t scream and we always chat when we cross paths. All the apartments are occupied, everyone has their own life so why am I to suffer from someone who just doesn’t know how to modulate her voice past bedtime?

I wish you this kind of neighbours if you’re so understanding, I’m not, I’m a tired person after being at university 10h (and 2 for transit). If i’m home I want silence, not to hear my neighbour’s screams and music at 10-11pm and midnight. Get it inside youe head

You’re annoying stupid anon

Here’s an article in case you’re capable of reading (you’ve proven you aren’t but let’s be hopeful)

And ofc a wiki page that has even more sources