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All because of some stupid pants?- Part 2

《Nothin but misunderstandings》

Warning: argument, slut shaming, throwing type of violence but no one gets hurt

Note: °×° uuuh I just woke up....°~° this part 2 and most likely gonna go back to back on this one so it's in order....but thank you for reading so far!! °~°

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The next morning Simon woke up with a pounding headache, realizing a bit too late that he drank far more than he realized. Groaning out a 'fuck' as he sits up and grabs his phone. Rubbing his temple while his bleary eyes focused back on the 14 missed calls and 12 texts from you. Heart sinking farther down his ass as he notices the selfie he didn't know was taken last night. He gripped his phone as he fumbled to call you, only to realize his number was blocked. Freezing as it finally dawned on him while mumbling to himself

"no...no no no FUCK! Shit shit shit" Simon looked around as he yanked on his pants and bolted out the door and back to your place. Panting like the devil himself was after his ass, Simon stood at the front of your door. Hesitant of what he was gonna walk into, fear but more than anything the heavy weight of betrayal knocked the wind out of him as he remembered yesterday.

He clenched his jaw before unlocking your door and stepping in, ready to find out the fucker who's been sleeping with you while he was playing lovesick puppy chasing your tail. Not anymore, yet that train of thought vanished as soon as his eyes landed on the living room room. His steps fultering in confusion at his stuff thrown in the middle and a half packed trash bag thrown in the mix.

His heavy steps leading him to the living room as he took in the sight. Chest heaving as he was getting ready to shout out your name only to stop before he can take in a breath. Heart aching at the sight of you

Your door opened as you woke up to the sound of the front door opening and heavy footsteps, it could have been a robber but in this morning? you really couldn't give a damn. You froze at the doorway to your room, hand reaching back for support of the doorframe. You swallowed hard, knowing you probably looked like a wreck. Scratch that, you DID look like a wreck. Nose red and eyes puffy from crying, hair a mess. You sniffled and rubbed your cheek with your sleeve out of nerves.

“What are you doing here?” You internally winced as your voice broke and sounded raspy. You looked down at your toes that peeked from under your baggy pajama pants to avoid eye contact to the man you thought was great, who had no problem in leaving you to fuck another girl literally HOURS after being with you.

Simon clenched his fist “so what's all this huh? Guess your fuck'toy foun out about me?” He growled out as he stepped closer, his boot kicking the trashbag of his shampoos and whatever else he put in the bathroom before, now tossed in like garbage. “Seems I'm not good enough for your collection, sweetheart?” The once name of endearment now spat out like a venom of pure disgust.

You furrowed your brow as you looked up at him. Confused and hurt at the unfiltered resentment pointed towards you even after what he did. Offended and not one to flinch back, you stood as firm as you can after the last few hours of heartbreak you had to bare “What?....The FUCK are YOU talking about” you didn't question, you demand answers for the blatant disrespect and the accusation of being called a slut in your own home.

Simon bit out a laugh as he crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side mockingly “look at that, her true colors coming to light. You think I didn't see your closet you always kept closed? I saw the shirts, the fuckin shitty looking pants. You keep everything from the guys you fuck, huh? So what, I come in for a good fuck while you bring the next side dick over for seconds?”

Your heart felt like it was torn to shreds, you looked down at your clothes as it slowly clicked on what he was talking about. One thing went through your mind as your blood simmered passed a boiling point “oh. FUCK NO!” you shouted out as you snapped your head up to look at him. Anger and tears be DAMNED, this was not happening but it was. You stepped closer behind the couch as something in you snapped and burned like hell.

“are you fuckin telling me that all this shit was because of some fuckin PANTS? You fuckin stupid!?!” You shouted and Simon faltered for a minute, he's never seen this side of you before. But you didn't let him speak as you saw him ready to fight back.

“YOU SHUT THE FUCK AND LISTEN TO ME! You don't get to walk into MY apartment and call me a slut when I haven't FUCKED anyone else than you. YOU don't control what I buy with MY MONEY” you snapped and shouted as you threw a water bottle at him, which he dodged perfectly and that only managed to piss you off even more “you think I sleep in fuckin lingerie or some shit? What the fuck is WRONG WITH YOU!” Your voice cracked and hurt but you didn't stop there. You've had it, he wasn't the first to ghost you after you invited them over but he was definitely the only one that treated you so great that you brought him in earlier than you expected and whatever fear you had about it was squashed by how sweet he had been. He had even built a new bookshelf on either side of your TV set up in the livingroom.

“But nooooo. Simon Riley doesn't do communication!!!”

“Simon Riley doesn't talk about his feelings!!!”

“Simon Riley walks out when he's grumpy and FUCKS ANOTHER GIRL instead of having the fuckin BALLS to talk about his emotions!! Because god FORBID a man who COMMUNICATES in a fucking RELATIONSHIP!”

With each shout, he was met with another article of clothing being thrown at him.

“News flash you fucking ASSHOLE. Not every girl likes to sleep in fuckin shorts or panties and wearing a big shirt in fuckin 60 degree weather!! JACKASS! You think I sleep at your place without bra because i like it? I do it because of you! Sometimes not wearing a bra hurts and wearing see through lace bras are fuckin itchy. But do you notice? Nope, yet me wearing comfy clothes in MY apartment that I BOUGHT? Earns me the fuckin SILENT TREATMENT? Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!” You threw the couch pillow at him which he didn't bother to dodge this time. Throat raw from yelling as you shouted your pain and tears fall down your cheeks faster than you can wipe away. You hiccup and heave as you babbled in anger.

“Uncle Will sells the best comfortable pants to sleep in. Y-...Y-You don't get to say SHIT about them…..*sniffle* AND THEY'RE NOT STUPID” your voice cracked as you cough and hiccup from exertion before you stood straight and tall as you turned back to your room “just….get your SHIT out of MY APARTMENT!” You slammed the door and leaned against it. The sob you were holding back finally slipped out as you slid down the door and pulled your knees up to hide. Gripping your hair as you sobbed and cried out of pain and humiliation. To think you had thought he'd be better only made the pain worst.

There was a name for how royally fucked Simon had made this situation. Your words finally sinking in and realizing how shit he had made the entire situation only knocked the wind out of him more. He swallowed thickly as he was gutted by your muffled cries from the other side of the door. His steps faltered as he tried to reach the door to your bedroom, the anger and hurt he felt before gone in an instant. The guilt drowning him and weighing each step. Simon knew he should have waited, he KNEW that asking where you got them would have solved this. It WAS supposed to be the thing he'd ask as soon as you woke up. His hand hovering, knuckles brushing against the wood as his ears picked up each hiccuped sob leaving your small form. His little bird was crying because of him. HIS girl shouting and hurting her voice BECAUSE of HIM.

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*oh so that's how you change colors* °•°

[verystressedcollegestudent]

god why am i so fucking stupid

[sweetheartbitesb4ck]

this is part one || part two || part three || part four || part five

Simon 'Ghost' Riley, who always kept such a stoic, emotionless facade, couldn't help but feel drawn in when he walked past your house.

Your windows were wide open, so the loud music crept out into the street as you danced around the kitchen, belting out lyrics along to the song. Simon paused as he noticed, a huff of laughter escaping from him as a smile crept over his masked face.

Stepping forward slightly, the Lieutenant craned his neck to peer through the window, his eyebrows furrowing with amusement as you jig around to the song, your singing muffled as you bend down to put a tray in the oven.

"Not too bad," Simon mutters to himself, referring to your singing. After a moment, he snaps out of his intrigued gaze, realising how creepy he probably looked, also realising, despite these unfamiliar feelings, how different he was to this person he'd never even spoken too, like a slab of concreate being best friends with a rainbow.

He carries on walking, shaking his head as if to shake the 'sense' back into himself, however he just couldn't get rid of that slightly fluttery feeling in the base of his belly. Ghost was used to being able to walk through life not feeling anything for anyone, partly because of his rough childhood and mostly because of the mannerisms gained from his line of work. Yeah, you hadn't had a great experience growing up either, but you were so open. Simon almost found it... refreshing?

Even at work he couldn't get rid of that lingering feeling. In the mess room, it was obvious. Simon was always... grumpy, to say the least, but today he wasn't even getting angry at MacTavish when he was being annoying, which was a clear indicator something was off.

Soap stops messing around, his grin shrinking to some degree. "Alright, LT?" he inquires, tilting his head slightly. Ghost grunts, scowling through his mask. Gaz looks over, nodding in agreement at Johnny. "Yeah, to be fair you seem off Simon."

Simon turns to Soap, then Kyle, his eyes dark. "Stop fucking pestering." He says bluntly, voice deep and gravelly.

Later, (in the pub, obviously) Simon was still quiet, sulking over his drink.

"I say we buy him some more booze and get him to spill," Soap whispers to Kyle, eyebrows raised smugly like some evil genius devising a master plan. "Yeah he's being weird." Garrick responds a little to loudly, and Ghost's neck pretty much snaps round. He looks the two up and down before returning to his drink. "Aye the blokes very crabbit." MacTavish mutters, rolling his eyes.

After Kyle and John had made poor Simon tipsy from countlessly thrusting more and more drinks before him, they started to question him. "Why so silent?" Garrick's eyes flick to Johnnies, as if to ask for approval for the question. Soap grins and nods, watching as Simon slams down down his fists on the table, leaning backwards in his chair.

"There's this girl," He mutters, shaking his head as both Gaz and Soap sit up, leaning in. "A lass, aye?" MacTavish squints, smirking at Simon. "Where'd you meet?"

"We haven't- I mean, I saw her through her window..." Simon grumbles, adjusting his skull mask. "Oh?" Kyle's mouth opens in a confused O shape. "Bit pervy. Maybe talk to her?"

"No... it'd be like a bag of skittles.. and I dunno, a boring old rock shagging." Ghost pouts through the mask, eyebrows contorted slightly.

"So... yer different from each other?" Johnny frowns, evidently bewildered. "I think he went and fell in love with this window lassie," He turns to Gaz, his expression contagious.

"That's the fucking problem!" Yells Simon, his eyes shining with unironic yet comical sadness. He slams his large, gloved hands into his face, tipping back on the chair.

"Show us window girl then," Garrick chuckles, obviously not convinced. The three man stand up, Soap shoving a few notes onto the table and thumping Simon's back gently as they walk out into the dark.

"She lives like..." The lieutenant trails off, pointing randomly around before stomping off down the road. After about 10 minutes of walking, he stops abruptly in front of your small house. The downstairs lights were all on, shining cosily from inside. The three stand there for a moment before Soap nudges Simon. "You gonnae talk to her or not?" Kyle steps back slightly as Ghost groans like some enamoured softy. "Maybe not..." Gaz murmurs.

"Oh you and your sensibleness can fuck right off." Johnny says as he starts to shoves Ghost up the pathway to your house, knocking on the door before darting away and leaving the bewildered man just standing there. Simon registers what's happening as the lock starts to click. It was too late for him to walk away. His breath hitches as you open the door and open your mouth, confused. "Hi?" You say, voice slightly unsure.

His eyes widen and he grins sheepishly, taking in your beauty close up and blinking as he starts to speak. "Hello Miss," You shift around slightly, grip tight on the door. Who the fuck is this guy? You think to yourself, looking the masked figure up and down.

You step backwards slightly as you notice another two men walking up the path, one grinning and the other rather reluctant. The one with strange looking mohawk places a firm hand on the masked mans shoulder and the other one just cowers behind mohawk man.

"My friend Simon here would like your number," Soap smiles, Scottish accent loud in the crisp night air. Simon nods enthusiastically. "You're pretty," He slurs, sticking up his thumb and grinning with his eyes. You nod, trying not to burst out laughing.

"Oh, well... thanks," You smile briefly, leaning backwards into the house to grab a pen. You weren't sure why you were doing this... giving some random man your number, but something had you hooked. Maybe it was the fact you could see how toned and muscly he was, even through his hoodie, or just because of how blatantly bizarre the encounter was. "Here," You tug up masked mans sleave, scribbling your number on the inside of his wrist. "Yay," He mumbles, turning around and tripping down the path, his two buddies in close pursuit.

You can't help but notice him drunkenly punch the air as he stumbles down the path, and as you click the door shut you can't ignore the smile plastered on your face and the flush creeping over your cheeks.

should I make a part 2 ?

sorry for any mistakes I'm tired af again heh... anyway, any reblogs / support is appreciated!! hope you enjoyed !

[firewasabeast]

The Kid Isn’t Okay

a little bucktommy fic. tags: mcd, grief, hurt/comfort. read below or on ao3.

Buck had stopped crying by the time they brought out Bobby’s body. Those final words kept repeating in his mind, a reminder of what he needed to do and who he needed to be.

He passed by Tommy without a word. Got in the rig and drove it back to the 118.

B shift was already there. The place was quiet. Everyone stared. No one asked questions.

He went straight to his locker, grabbed a change of clothes, and headed for the showers.

He cleaned the day off of him. Washed away the sweat, the dirt, the dried tears.

Once he had changed, he picked up his duffel, dug out his keys, and made a beeline for his car.

His phone buzzed. He had a missed call and text from Maddie, a text from Tommy too. He replied to Maddie first.

Gonna head home for a bit. I’ll be at the hospital later. Text me if you need anything.

He looked at Tommy’s message next. A simple question. Evan, are you okay?

He took a deep breath. His hand shook. He squeezed it into a fist until it stopped.

He answered.

I’m okay. Thank you for your help today. Sorry if I got you in too much trouble. If you need me to talk to someone, let me know.

He dropped his phone into the passenger seat and he drove home. He ignored the sounds of more messages coming through.

*****

Buck didn’t remember Eddie until he walked into his house.

He answered on the third ring. “Buck? Why are you calling me right now? What’s wrong?”

Buck didn’t even know the time. Could have been two in the morning, maybe six. He wasn’t sure.

“Bobby,” he breathed out.

Silence on the other end of the line.

Buck checked to make sure the call hadn’t dropped.

“When?” Eddie asked.

“Tonight. Not… Not long ago. It’s- everyone else is okay. Chim and Hen are in the hospital but they’ll be fine. Ravi’s alright. Just… it’s just Bobby.”

“Okay.” A pause. Eddie cleared his throat. “I’ll get the earliest flight.”

“There’s no plans yet or anything,” Buck told him. “I- no one knows when the service will be.”

“I wanna be there anyway. Buck, are… how are you?”

“I’m alright.”

“Buck-”

“No, I… Really, Eddie. I’m okay. Let me know when your flight gets in.”

He hung up before Eddie could get in another word.

*****

He took Jee the next day, so Maddie could spend a little extra time at the hospital.

“She can stay here with me, Buck,” Maddie whispered, Chimney sleeping nearby. “I brought crayons and coloring books. She’ll be fine.”

“No, I know. But a kid doesn’t wanna sit in a hospital room all day, and you need to be here with Chim.” He looked down at Jee, who was holding onto his hand, waiting to go. “We’ll have a good day, won’t we Jee?”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah, we will!”

Maddie smiled at Jee, the smile fading when she glanced back up at Buck. “I’ll pick her up on my way home. I’ll probably leave around five.”

“No problem. She can stay the night if you need her to.”

Maddie reached out to give Buck’s arm a squeeze. “Are you sure about this, Evan? You really don’t have to. I know-”

“I’m okay, Maddie,” he interrupted. “I promise. Now Jee and I have some ice cream to go eat, don’t we Jee?”

“Oh! Yes!”

“Alright, say bye to your mom and we’ll go.”

Jee wrapped her arms around Maddie’s waist, giving her a hug. “Love you.”

“Love you too, Baby. Be good for Uncle Buck, okay?”

“Oh, she will,” Buck guaranteed with a smile. “We’ll have a great day.”

*****

Buck took his place at the head of Bobby’s casket. The weight of it was lighter than he expected, even when sharing it with five others.

He went through the motions at the procession. Stared at the firetruck in front of him as he and everyone else took each solemn step.

He didn’t look in Tommy’s direction.

Could feel him staring though. Could feel his eyes burning a hole into his head.

He focused on the task at hand.

Focused on getting Bobby to his final resting place.

It needed to be perfect.

Bobby deserved that.

His plot at the cemetery was a great location. A large tree overhead to provide shade. He’d have a big gravestone soon, engraved to show just how much his people cared for him.

There would be a bench too. Somewhere to sit when his family came to visit.

Buck stood there as they lowered him into the ground. Kept standing there until he could hear familiar footsteps coming up behind him.

Tommy.

He moved then. Avoiding a conversation that wasn’t needed.

The cemetery was nice.

Buck was okay with it.

*****

The 118 and Tommy were all gathered in a huddle at the reception, telling stories that no one else could understand. They’d joke, laugh for a bit, and then the bitter reminder of why they were there would spring up again.

“I keep thinking about it,” Eddie said between sips of his beer. “I should have been here.”

Hen shook her head. “Be glad you weren’t.”

“I just keep thinking, if I had been there then maybe�� maybe it would’ve been different. Maybe Cap would still be here.”

Tommy, who had been keeping an eye on Buck all day, noticed an instant shift. His eyes lost focus, his finger tapping at the cup in his hand.

He took a silent step back, then another, before turning and walking away from the group.

Tommy followed.

“Evan,” he said, trying to get his attention without drawing anyone else’s. “Evan.” He jogged a couple of steps to reach him, planting a hand on his shoulder. “Evan?”

Buck stopped, turned. “What’s up?”

“It wasn’t a slight at you.”

“I dunno what you’re talking about.”

There was a light missing from his eyes. A void in its place. He was looking at Tommy, but Tommy didn’t feel like he was seeing him.

“Evan.” He moved closer, making sure no one was close enough to listen. “You did everything you could. Nothing and no one would have changed the outcome.”

Buck’s eyebrows furrowed. “I know that.”

“Evan.”

“I’m fine, Tommy,” Buck said defensively, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “I’m going to get something to eat. Is that okay with you?”

Tommy’s shoulders dropped, lips in a tight line. “I just wanted to check on you, Evan. That’s all. I’m, um, I’m gonna be heading out in a minute.”

“Okay, well, I’m good here. Thanks for, uh, for all you did. See ya.” He was walking away before he finished the sentence, before Tommy could fully register the words coming out of his mouth.

Tommy left the reception ten minutes later. He couldn’t help but notice the empty parking spot where Evan’s car once was.

*****

A knock on his door had Buck rushing out from the bathroom. He hadn’t been home long. Had just gotten changed after a quick shower.

His hair was still damp, skin still warm from the water.

He wasn’t sure who could be on the other side. Maybe Maddie, wondering why he left so quickly. Maybe Eddie changed his mind about staying at the hotel another night.

What he didn’t expect was for Tommy to be standing there, a deep look of concern on his face.

“Wh- What are you-”

“I wanted to check on you,” he said, breezing past Buck as he walked into the house, uninvited.

Buck swung the door shut, then turned to him. “I told you earlier that I was fine.”

“I know what you said,” Tommy replied with a curt nod. “I just don’t believe you.”

Buck crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t really care what you be-”

“I saw you, when you were still in that building. I saw you break down in the hall.”

Buck sucked in a breath. He tried to play it off. “You should go.”

“I know how you’re really feeling," Tommy pushed, "and I know you’re not okay."

“Tommy, stop.”

“You’re shielding yourself from everyone and everything. You’re not allowing yourself to feel, Evan. This isn’t you. I know it’s not you.”

“He told me that I’d be okay!” Buck yelled suddenly, face becoming red with anger. Tears stung his eyes. “He told me they would need me! Said I’d be okay! He said that!”

“Oh, Evan-”

“No, I can’t!” He held up his hands in surrender. “I don’t need your sympathy, Tommy. I don’t need anything. I just need to be strong for them. I’m fine.”

Tommy stepped closer, stopping when Buck moved back to maintain distance. “Evan,” he started, voice calm and steady. “When people are… when they’re dying, they tell us what they think we need to hear. They tell us what they want for us. And sometimes, we can cling to that a little too tightly.”

“You don’t-”

“My mom. I was twelve, and I’ll never forget her telling me to keep my head up and not to cry for her. Evan, I- I know that Bobby wants you to be okay. Of course he does. And I know you want to be strong. But that’s not all you have to be. You’re allowed to be upset, you’re allowed to cry, or get mad, or need somebody. That’s not weakness. That’s love. You loved him, and he loved you. You’re allowed to hurt.”

Buck stood, silent, hands on his hips, eyes aimed towards the ground.

Tommy sighed. “Sorry. I- Sorry, Evan. I’ll go.”

As Tommy walked passed him, heading for the door, Buck reached his hand out, grabbing onto Tommy’s.

Tommy froze.

“He told me he loved me.”

“Evan.”

“He was th- the father I never had and I… I just… I- I-” his voice broke, his lip trembled, and the dam burst. He fell into Tommy, who barely managed to catch him and bring them gently to the ground. “I’m n- not okay, Tommy,” he wailed, barely able to suck in a breath. He clutched onto Tommy’s sleeve, tears soaking through his shirt. “I’m not okay, I’m not okay.”

“I know, I know,” Tommy soothed, holding Buck as close as he could.

“It h- hu… hurts so bad.”

“I know it does. It’s okay.”

“Please, T- Tommy, please d- don’t leave. I need... I need-”

“I’m not going anywhere, Evan,” Tommy promised. “I’m here. I’m staying.”

[froginmygarden]

It started with an ad: Little time left

Okay, he could do this, no biggie. I mean, the fifth time's got to be the charm, right?

"I'm really sorry Mr. Jordan, but your request has been denied. If you have any further questions please contact us via email. Good luck and have a great rest of your day.*click*"

"sssssss..."

That was a hard blow. He wasn't unreliable, he paid his rent on time, so what was the issue, why wouldn't anyone take him, exactly?

"AND I COME HOME TIRED AND HUNGRY AND YOU HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING ALL DAY! WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO NOW HUH??!"

An old woman was sobbing as a middle aged man physically kicked her out the door, continuing to curse at her. Hal was standing at his own apartment door on the other side of the hallway, takeout in one and keys in his other hand. He had an unholy post mind control headache and the noise wasn't helping him any.

"Is there some kind of problem here?" In a blink Hal was at their end of the hallway, standing partially between the pair. They were a Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, not a couple but rather a mother and son. The poor widow moved in a month after her husband's death. The guy used to be pretty quiet, not interacting with other residents, but became much more dislikeable in the poor woman's presence. Hal hadn't bothered learning his name, it didn't really matter.

"It's a family matter, you better stay out of it, beanstalk!" The bastard hissed, grabbing for the now gasping woman, "AAAHH," except he didn't reach quick enough and got yanked away, hard.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!"

"First off, lower your voice, second, hasn't anyone ever taught you not to hit a lady?" Hal squeezed harder, pulling the man further away from his mother. Let's just say the guy wasn't pleased and the situation escalated.

In the end the cops were called and they both got escorted out of the building. Mr. Jenkins was the only one getting arrested, but Hal got a written note for his physical altercation with a neighbour. Which didn't really seem to matter at the time...

"hmmmmmmmm..." Alright, maybe he wasn't the most pleasant of tenants...

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Maybe it was just him, but the lights seemed awfully glaring right now.

Green Latern and Flash were sitting on a rooftop at dawn - whoever said evil never slept sure naild that dawn - having early breakfast, some really amazing chinese.

"Sooooo... How have the things been going?", his friend asked,"WiththeplaceImean!"

Hal could only sigh heavilly through his nose, hanging his head.

"That bad huh?"

"Aha...", he really didn't want to talk about it right now, knowing Barry - he'll still end up doing it anyway.

"You know," Barry started, "you can always crash at mine if you need?" He was so nice about it too, might even be a little fun. They haven't been in contact for a pretty while, if there was an emergancy in his sector his absence could stretch up to multiple months.

"You can just say that you missed me, ya know that?"

They laughed and went on chatting. The day was still young and they had much to catch up on. Hal did end up telling Bary about his wories later in the morning.

"I've been thinking about this for a while... I love Coast I really do... but maybe, if this doesn't end up working out, I should move into OA..."

"oh... Have you talked to Carol about... "moving"?"

"ssssssss mmhh... speaking of Carol..."

...

"What???!!"

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Still nothing, Hal thought, walking through the mid day crowd, everyone rushing somewhere, honking cars stuck in traffic. His worry returning after he'd parted ways with his friend.

Maybe this was some shitty karma, what else could explain this? A sort of divine retribution for something he's done no doupt. Who's snickering from above? Which god should he shake a fist at?

Hal Jordan had been so deep in thought, getting back home on autopilot, that he didn't notice an unidentifiable object heading straight for him, not until it had smacked right into his face with a thwack. A noise nearly loud enough to cover up his muffled squawk.

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"mmmmmmm..."

"Yeah, baby?"

"uuuuuuu ahha!"

"Yeah you're right as always!"

Another day, another shift at Surfer Smile's. This time featuring Dani, who this morning had decided to scream her lungs out any time Danny had stood at most 10 feet away.

Thankfully it was a slow day, not many people to complain about the "disturbing" presence of a small child.

Ms. Soyer - Oh come ooon, Danny, don't be shy! Just call me Britney! <3 - was quite free today as well, it seemed. Since she was right there cooing at the babbling toddler, who looked to be performing the sphinx stretch in what was no doubt an unsuccessfull atempt at ending her tummy-time early.

"BA!", Dani yelled into her personal rug as she slams her face into it's fluffy surface, "Da- diiiii!!", and Danny was already picking her up and bouncing on his feet. Kissing her little head.

"Awww, she's adorable~", Dani scrunched up her little face, so much so that she seemd to have bit a lemon, and Danny smiled at his colleagues cooing, "Yes, she really is."

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"You should lay off the jewelry, children have delicate skin, you could cut the little thing."

She was here again. In all her glory, scowling at him.

"Those rings are also small enough for her mouth and a teribble choking hazard."

She had come, this time without an appointment, and just sat there by the fireplace. And of course she had to say something, never satisfied with just fiddling with her sudoku.

"Ma'am I assure you, I don't leave these things anywhere near her."

Dani may be a toddler now, but she'd at one point had a life of an adolescent. She still had her personality and definitely kept some memories as well, at least enough to recognise some people and locations, and, unlike other small children, didn't have the unprompted need to stuff every object within arms reach into her awaiting maw, in the name of exploring the world.

No. If Dani ever put something between her sharp little mawlers, it was deliberate, calulated for her amusement, either at his or his colleagues expense.

"To be carefull isn't usually enough, noone has more determenation then a child wanting something out of their reach."

Danny agreed, saying he'll consider it later, and old Jenkins left shortly after that, not forgetting to say her ferwells to all.

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It was late, he'd decided to take a detour from the bus stop, the air would be good for Dani. His little girl hadn't been able to properly sleep at the practice because of the lights, but started to nod off on their ride home.

She was asleep now, in bed with her turtle, sound asleep, fed, changed, dessed in her pajamas, wrapped in a blanked, and happy.

He'll have breakfas for dinner, eggs plus ham and peas - a classic, he thought after checking his fridge, a grocery run wouldn't hurt.

"You have one voice message", reminded his phone. He'd noticed it ringing earlier, but the number was unknown and the practice disucuradged personal phone usage during work hours. He'd decided to listen back to it later, if a message was left at all.

Guess that time was now.

[bbyleiah]

ALL YOURS

| Part 3 to smoke-you-out & breakfast. Connie catches the reader and eren in the act, things unfold and then eren and the reader are left to decide to continue things or consider it a mistake and move on.. |

cw: black fem shy sub!reader, dom!eren, cheating, degrading, slut shaming, smoking, smut, lots of kissing, oral sex (m! receiving), unprotected sex, missionary position, prone bone position, fingering, praise, lots of pet names, breath play, choking, fluids, masochism, scratching, crying, whining, lots of dirty talk, creampie, spit, pwp, etc.

word count : longer than I expected 😭

sn : I know this is LONG overdue my loves and I apologize 🥹 I hope it’ll be worth the wait though and that I live up to y’all’s expectations with this part <3 I tried my best to finish it off strong ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

“Yo ren, open up! it’s me, con!” Connie called out as he knocked on the door, the sounds of his fisted hand pounding against the hard surface enveloping your eardrums and coinciding with the current pounding of your heart. You felt like your whole world was crashing down as your mind and body just short circuited to a pause; lost on what to do about the detrimental situation at hand.

Eren’s eyes widened just slightly when he heard Connie’s voice outside his door, now understanding your current panicked state. “H-He’s gonna kill me..” you muttered shakily. “I lied to him ‘ren! oh my god! He’s gonna find out how terrible I am!” You rambled as tears began to flow down your cheeks; your hands trembling and your nerves growing worse the more the knocking continued.

“shh, shh. calm down sweetheart. It’s okay. It’s all my fault, alright?. don’t you dare beat yourself up about this.” Eren comforted you as he held you close and wiped your tears. “Do you want to let him find out now? or do you want to prolong the inevitable?” He asked you softly and seriously as he looked into your eyes. You didn’t know how to answer him. You knew it was best to just rip the band-aid off and let Connie find out now.

But, you were so terrified of his reaction that you didn’t want to face the reality of the situation. Suddenly everything you did with Eren didn’t seem worth it at all. Even if it did feel really great while it lasted. “L-Let’s just get it over with..it’s for the best.” You sniffed as you tried to breathe and mentally prepare yourself somewhat for this confrontation. “I’m gonna be right there with you the whole time, okay?. Just follow my lead. I won’t let him hurt you, ever.” Eren reassured as he gently stroked your cheeks with his thumbs.

You appreciated his comfort and reassurance because you definitely needed it at the moment and it was helping you calm down. Eren leaned in to kiss you but you turned your head away. “Not right now..please.” You muttered as you looked down at his shiny wooden floors. He sighed, “no problem.” He uttered as he pulled away. He was disappointed but he understood why you pulled away.

He then went to go open the door and welcome in the dreaded guest. “What the fuck took you so long ‘ren? had me out there knocking for damn near thirty minutes.” Connie immediately complained — irritated. Him already being in a bad mood was the cherry on top of a fucked up pie. “My bad. Had to take care of something.” You heard Eren respond. You were still hidden in Eren’s bedroom, eavesdropping by the door.

“Got your dick wet last night or somethin?” Connie questioned him. “Something like that.” Eren muttered. “Lucky you. I couldn’t find my bitch anywhere after she scurried off with you. Honestly she gives me a damn headache sometimes.” Connie expressed with a sigh. Eren’s jaw ticked in annoyance at the way Connie spoke about you. It wasn’t out of the normal for him to speak of you so degradingly and it always bothered Eren, but today it particularly struck a nerve.

Meanwhile, you were in disbelief at Connie’s choice of words. A sob catching in your throat as you felt your heart breaking in half. You always knew Connie didn’t care for you as much as you believed a boyfriend should, but this was beyond a lack of care. It was just complete disrespect. “Actually, I was meaning to tell you something about ‘your girl’” Eren announced with an edge creeping into his tone.

You had a bad feeling about this conversation now. “Oh? What is it?” Connie inquired as he perked up. “I fucked her last night. I fucked her twice actually. Made her feel real good so she’d stop crying over your dumbass.” the silence after Eren’s admission was deafening. You felt like you were holding your breath as you awaited Connie’s reaction.

“You’re fuckin’ with me, right?” Connie replied, deadpanned as he looked into Eren’s eyes. “Nah. I don’t need to lie about who I fucked.” Eren shrugged. You suddenly grew the courage to reveal yourself. You felt that Connie needed to see the actual physical proof. “Con’…I’m so sorry…” you told him genuinely as tears filled your eyes again. He stared at you in disbelief; taking in your disheveled state with Eren’s marks all over you.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I knew that whole innocent act was bullshit. Just a fucking whore like the rest of them.” He snapped at you in disgust. “I knew she was a whore, but you’re supposed to be like my brother? you really fucked me over for some pussy?” He turned to Eren. “She ain’t even all that.” He scoffed as he shook his head; still trying to process the newfound situation in front of him.

“And you fucking lied to me. Stupid bitch. I should’ve known that ‘family emergency’ shit was fake.” He turned back to you; his words harsh as he grew angrier with the situation. “Watch your fucking mouth when talking to her.” Eren defended you. You appreciated it, but also you couldn’t help but to let Connie’s words get to you. Feeling like everything he was saying about you was true. “Oh so now you’re her savior or somethin’?. You got a little piece of pussy and now you think you own her or somethin’?” Connie let out a bitter laugh.

“I still fucked her plenty of times before you did. All you did was get my sloppy seconds. So don’t act all high and mighty over some used up pussy.” the more he spoke the more uncomfortable you felt. You felt disgusted with yourself at how he described you like you were some kind of object. “Honestly, you can have her. I been tryin’ to get rid of her anyways.” He continued as he roughly grabbed your arm and shoved you towards Eren. Eren caught you before you could fall, asking you if you were okay.

You sniffled and nodded in response. “She isn’t a whore and you know that. You never deserved her and so I rightfully took what should’ve been mine in the first place. I don’t give a shit about the whole being your ‘brother’ thing either. You’ve always been an asshole and I’m sick of listening to you act like a little bitch.” Eren’s words were a shock to you and clearly they also caught Connie off guard as well.

“a little bitch? oh you got me fucked up-“ Connie started but Eren cut him off. “Nah, shut the fuck up. I’m talking now.” He was angry now and you suddenly felt very out of place in between these two men who seemed seconds away from fist fighting. “You always bitch about the same shit. You’re like a damn child. I’ve been tired of your ass. You only care about yourself and treat everyone like shit.”

“You’re a sad excuse for a man. Honestly taking your girl was easy. Should’ve fucked her sooner. Showed her what a real man feels like” Eren was taunting him now and it was working. You were quick to move out of the way when Connie came charging towards him to punch him in the face. You cringed at the sound of the impact. This whole situation seemed way above you now, and out of your hands as you watched in shock as the two of them fought.

You didn’t want them hurting each other, but part of you was satisfied to see that Eren was winning the fight even though it was a close match up. You gasped once seeing blood and that’s when you jumped in to stop the fight. “Stop!” You shouted. “‘rennie stop!” You grabbed Eren’s arm before he could throw another punch. Connie stared at you in disbelief. “‘rennie’? what the fuck?. since when-..you know what I’m done with this shit. Fuck both of y’all.” He grumbled as he wiped his bloody nose with his hand.

He stormed out of Eren’s penthouse and you jumped slightly at the sound of the front door slamming behind him. “Are you okay?” Eren asked you softly as he turned his attention on you. “Yeah..I’m alright. Are you okay?” You returned the question, frowning as you observed his busted lip and slightly bruised up face. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. That’s not the first time me and Connie have fought.” He said honestly. “Plus I like pain, remember?” He attempted to lighten the mood, winking at you.

It did bring a small smile to your face, but you still felt terrible about everything that happened. “I should probably go too..” you uttered softly as you looked away from him. He was the one frowning now. “Why?. You can stay here. I don’t mind. I can take care of you.” He hummed as he gently grabbed your face to bring your eyes back to his. You chewed on your bottom lip, “I know but..I think it’s best if we had some space. I need time to figure all of this out.” You told him honestly. You were nervous as you waited for his response.

“Oh..that’s fine. I understand. You’ll contact me if you need me though, right?” He didn’t want the two of you to be apart, but he knew that this was all sudden for you and that you were technically going through a breakup. He was going to give you all the space you needed and hope that you’d come back to him eventually. You nodded, “I’ll stay in touch.” You reassured him prior to pulling away to gather your things.

Eren silently watched you as you prepared to leave. He wanted to ask you if you’d at least let him kiss you again before you left, but he figured it was best to just leave it be. “Thank you for everything.” You told him softly and gave him a small quick hug. You didn’t look up at him once; afraid to see that disappointed look in his eyes. You left without turning back.

The ‘space’ you asked for ended up lasting over a month. You didn’t keep much contact with Eren either. You felt bad because he’d always send a text to check up on you every week but you barely responded to him. You just wanted time to focus on yourself for a while and not a man. Connie was enough to deal with, and you didn’t know if you were ready to hop into another situation with another guy. Even if Eren was really sweet.

During your time to yourself, you couldn’t help but to do a little stalking on Connie. It didn’t surprise you to see that he quickly moved on in less than a week with another girl. It hurt to see further confirmation of how little you meant to him though. You didn’t dwell too much on your breakup with him though. It honestly felt like a weight lifted off of you. You realized that you fell out of love with him long before the situation with Eren.

You missed Eren but you tried not to think about him. Unable to escape the guilt still eating away at you. You also didn’t want Eren to feel as if he was just a rebound for you. If things ever did get serious with him, you wanted it to be done properly. You didn’t think you’d see him again anytime soon, but apparently fate had other plans.

You rushed to clock in to your part time shift at the diner you currently worked at. “Oh thank god!. I was wondering when you were going to get here. There’s a few stragglers left but closing shouldn’t be too hard for you.” Your coworker said to you as she clocked out so you could take her place. You two bid goodnight to each other and you tied on your apron and got to work.

You hadn’t paid much attention to the customers so you were unaware of who had spotted you. “Yo, ain’t that Connie’s girl?” a voice questioned from one of the tables near the back. Eren was high currently but he perked up at that; focusing his eyes through the haze and looking around to find you cleaning tables. “Fuck up, Ony. Her and Connie broke up.” Eren grumbled, his attention solely focused on you now.

He felt like he was almost imagining you since he hadn’t seen you in so long. “Little one!” He called out. You felt your heart stutter hearing that nickname and that voice that only belonged to one person. The man who hasn’t left your mind since the day you walked out of his place. You turned to see him already staring at you. “It really is you..” Eren muttered to himself. “Why haven’t you called or texted me back?” He was talking so loudly that the other customers were starting to stare.

You scurried over to his table to hush him. “Shh, quiet down. You’re causing a scene..” you told him; embarrassed as you blushed. You then noticed he was sitting with someone you’d never met before. “What’s good, I’m Ony.” He greeted you with a head nod and a smile. “Nice to meet you ony.” You replied politely. You then focused your attention back on Eren when he grabbed your hand. “You didn’t answer me. Why did you go ghost on me?. You told me that we’d stay in contact with each other.”

“I..I didn’t mean to. Just had a lot on my mind still..” you knew it was a sad excuse, but you didn’t know how to answer him. “You could’ve told me that instead of just ignoring me.” He had a point. You could’ve just told him that but you felt it was best to stop contacting him. You figured he’d eventually forget about you. Apparently you were wrong. “I know I could’ve..but you know…the situation just got out of hand..” you muttered and chewed on your lip as you tried to find the right words.

He sighed and pulled you into his lap, making your eyes widen in shock. “I missed you though. A lot.” He murmured as he held you close, burying his face in your neck. “‘ren..I’m supposed be working right now..” you tried to remind him. You even tried to glance at his friend Ony in search of help to get Eren off you, but he only smirked and sat quietly — watching things unfold between you two.

“I know but just let me have this moment.” He hummed as he held you tighter. You sighed but you honestly didn’t have much complaints. It felt nice to be in Eren’s arms again. You couldn’t resist the natural urge to wrap your arms around his neck and gently play with his hair. He pulled back slightly to look at you, “Did you miss me too?” He asked you with a small pout. It was then that you noticed how faded he was — with his low very red eyes staring up at you.

“‘ren you’re high..you don’t know what you’re talking about..” you tried to avoid the question. “I do know what I’m saying. I’m still thinking straight.” He clarified. “Did you miss me as much as I missed you?” He repeated softly as his nose brushed against yours. Both of your breaths mingling together due to how close his face was to yours. Your breathing was starting to turn shallow now, getting lost in moment with Eren.

“You’re giving me that look.” He pointed out with a smug grin. “You know what that look does to me..” he muttered as he brushed his lips against yours and adjusted his hands to grip your thighs. You moved to go in for the kiss but he pulled away completely, chuckling once seeing the frown on your face. “Tell me you missed me and then I’ll give you a kiss.” the ultimatum caught you off guard.

“That’s not fair!” You huffed as you grew shy and embarrassed again. “Seems fair to me.” He shrugged with a small laugh. “You know you missed me. You just have to say it sweetheart. Be good and use your words for me, hm?” He always knew exactly what to say and how to say it to turn your brain into mush. “Fine..I missed you too..” you admitted without much of a fight as you looked away from him in embarrassment. “Good girl.” He grinned.

He then leaned back in to kiss you. You really felt how much you missed him now. You instantly relaxed and let out a contented sigh against his lips as the two of you kissed. The kiss started off slow and sweet but it gradually grew more intense and messy. Eren pushed his tongue into your mouth; his hands moving to grip your ass as he kissed you deeply. His tongue tangled messily with yours as the sound of spit swapping grew more apparent in the small booth.

A throat clearing and a hand slamming down hard against the table made you jump away from Eren — breaking the kiss. “Ight bro, if you’re gonna fuck her please don’t do it in front of me.” Ony commented bluntly and you gasped and instantly climbed off of Eren. You were completely embarrassed now. “Sorry! We were not going to do..that..by the way..” you awkwardly rambled to Ony, trying to ease the situation but only making it worse.

Eren was highly amused; cackling behind his palm as he watched you animatedly and shyly try to explain the obvious situation to Ony. “Stop laughing!” You whined as you swatted Eren on his buff arm multiple times. It was honestly an adorable sight from Ony’s perspective. “You two are cute. Must be nice.” He complimented and your eyes widened. “Mhm, it is. This is my girl.” Eren replied smoothly with a toothy grin as he wrapped an arm around your waist possessively.

You were just at a loss for words now. These two were going to send you into a heart attack. “I-I need to get back to work..” you reminded, using it as your escape from Eren and his intimidating friend. “I’ll wait for you until your shift is over.” Eren stated as he let you go. “Oh you don’t have to-“ “I’m not leaving here without you. So yes, I am going to wait until your shift is over and we’re going to go home together. Okay?”

The tone of voice he used and the way he stared at you left no room for objections. “Okay..” you settled. “Good girl. Now go get back to work.” He shooed you off gently. There wasn’t many customers during the night shift so you mostly lingered around rather than doing much other than cleaning up and preparing for those who worked the morning shift. You kept an eye on Eren, unable to stop yourself from watching him.

He caught your stare sometimes, making you instantly look away due to being flustered. You noticed when his friend Ony eventually left. You gave him a polite wave and put on your customer service voice to tell him to have a ‘great rest of his night’. Not long after that, the only people who were left in the diner were you and Eren. “You want me to help you close up, little one?” He asked you as he got up from his booth to walk over to you.

“no no, I’ve got it. I’m fine.” You assured as you gathered your things and grabbed the keys to the diner. You locked the door behind you and Eren after the two of you left. He then grabbed your hand and led you to his car, opening the door for you like a gentleman. You had something on your mind that you really wanted to ask him, but you didn’t know how to say it. You nervously fidgeted with your hands and glanced at him as you debated speaking up.

Eren was focused on driving but he could sense your energy was off. He looked over at you and placed his hand on your thigh, “What is it baby?” He asked with a small hum as he gently caressed your thigh with his thumb. You opened your mouth and then closed it, still hesitant. He raised a brow at you, “Talk sweetheart. You don’t ever have to be scared to speak your mind to me. I’ll always listen.” He reassured you.

You appreciated the reassurance a lot, letting out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding in. “Did you really mean what you said earlier..? about me being your girl?..” you finally asked what’s been weighing on your mind since you walked away from his table. “Of course I meant it. I’ve meant it since that night.” He answered with zero hesitation. “Did you really think I would just say that without meaning it?”

“I mean..you haven’t officially asked me so I didn’t know..” you muttered as you looked away and out of the window since you were starting to feel self-conscious. It’s not like you wanted Eren to ask you out, but you also wanted him to be more direct to avoid confusion. Eren bit down on his tongue to hold back the small laugh that threatened to creep up. You were just too precious. “Did you want me to ask you?”

You didn’t know how to answer him. You didn’t want to let him go this time around but you were hesitant. Even though it was so clear and obvious that Eren wanted you and wanted to be with you. That fear of rejection and those small doubts took over your brain. “Come back to me baby. Stop thinking.” He interrupted your thoughts with a gentle squeeze to your thigh. You instantly focused your attention back on him.

He really did have a way of silencing your racing mind — Filling it with only thoughts of him. He was staring back at you. His attention also solely on you now that the two of you were stopped at a red light. “Do you want to be with me? yes or no?.” He asked you directly. “Don’t feel pressured to say anything other than what your heart is telling you.” He added for more reassurance. You tried not to overthink it this time. Following your heart as Eren told you.

“I do want to be with you.” You answered him genuinely. Being with Eren felt right and even though you were unsure about how things would turn out; you still wanted to give it a shot. Eren instantly grinned and leaned in to peck your cheeks and your lips. “I want to be with you too. I know this isn’t the most romantic way to ask you out but I’ll make up for it. I promise.” He smiled. You smiled back at him, “this is enough for me for now.” You reassured him honestly as you moved to hold his hand.

The two of you ended up at Eren’s house. Being back in his place gave you a weird sense of Deja vu mixed with nostalgia. It felt like it’d been so long since you were in his space even though it had only been a month or so. “You can make yourself comfy.” He told you with a small hum as he walked to his bedroom with you tailing behind him. “Uhm..is it okay if I use your shower?” You asked him. Even though he said you could get comfortable; you still felt it’d be rude not to ask.

He nodded, “of course baby. what’s mine is yours.” He said and you smiled before skipping off into his bathroom. He had a really nice bathroom so you gawked at it for a few minutes prior to actually undressing and getting into the hot shower. You always wondered what Eren did for work to have such a nice place but you didn’t know if you should ask. You had a feeling it was better left unknown.

After your long relaxing shower, you walked out to find eren sitting up in his bed in just his black boxer briefs. He was lighting up a blunt when he spotted you. “Didn’t you already smoke earlier?” You questioned him as you walked over to his closet. “Mhm, but I have a high tolerance baby. It’s only my third one today.” He explained but you didn’t know if that made it any better. Then again you didn’t know much about smoking weed.

You could feel Eren’s eyes boring into you as you dried off and moisturized your body. You avoided looking back at him though due to feeling shy. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty, you know that?” based on that sentence you knew where this was going. Once Eren got started, he didn’t stop. “I do. It’s hard not to know with you constantly reminding me.” You giggled. “I can’t help it, I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of looking at you. I’ve always loved that pretty face of yours. I can’t believe you’re mine now.”

You felt your heart swoon at his words and the contented sigh he let out. He seemed so genuinely happy to be with you and that made you feel so adored and seen. “c’mere princess.” He called you over. You put on one of his t-shirts before walking over to him. He instantly pulled you up onto his lap. “Had to get a closer look at my pretty girl.” He flattered you and you were blushing — though luckily it wasn’t noticeable due to your dark complexion. “You’re my pretty girl, right? All for me?”

You bit back a smile and nodded, “yes, I’m all yours.” You indulged him. He seemed satisfied with your answer based on the pleased grin on his face. “That’s right. You and me were always meant to be together.” He murmured as he stared at you adoringly and cupped your face with his large hand. You perked up at that, “You really believe that?” You questioned with a doe eyed stare. He nodded, “I do. You’re everything I ever wanted and more.”

You didn’t think you could possibly fall for this man even more, but he was proving you wrong. Everything he said had butterflies fluttering in your tummy and your eyes turning heart shaped for him. “I feel the same way.” You reciprocated with a giddy smile. He chuckled at the delighted look on your face, “You’re so damn cute.” he uttered with a small head shake as he grinned. He then took another hit from his blunt and grabbed you by your neck.

You let out a short gasp at the sudden movement and only had a few seconds to register what was happening as eren blew smoke into your parted lips. He was staring intensely into your eyes as the white cloud of smoke swirled between the two of you. You held the eye contact as you breathed in the second hand smoke. “mm.” was all eren hummed as his eyes drifted down to your pretty plump two toned lips. “You’re always so good for me.”

He praised you and you reveled in it. You hadn’t even done anything much but eren seemed very satisfied. He repeated the action of blowing smoke into your mouth. You were prepared for it this time and sucked up the ashy white smoke to blow it back to him but as you were about to; eren kissed you. He kissed you hard, like he had been waiting his whole life to do so. You let out a small “mmph!” into the kiss since it caught you off guard.

You breathed out the residual smoke through your nose as you began to kiss eren back. You parted your mouth for him to slide his tongue into it. You moaned softly into the kiss as his tongue explored your wet mouth; his tongue swirling with yours and pushing against the inner flesh of your chub cheeks. He squeezed at your throat once you began to grind your needy cunt onto his clothed cock that was hardening underneath you.

Your hands moved to pull his cock out with more eagerness than you initially intended. “mm, so impatient sweetheart.” He teased you as he pulled away and broke the kiss. “m’sorry I just..I wanted to..” your words trailed off as you grew sheepish and embarrassed. You had a hand wrapped around Eren’s cock, stroking it slowly in your soft palm. “You don’t have to apologize baby. ‘s all yours.”

Those words gave you a small boost of encouragement. You then moved to position yourself between Eren’s legs, catching him off guard. “oh.” he muttered as he realized what you were trying to do. You tried not to focus on his attention on you since it made you nervous. You spat on his cock and gradually increased the speed of your hand. The mixture of your saliva and his precum slicking up his cock and your hand as you stroked him off.

The soft grunts and moans eren let out only fueled you and made you more confident in your actions. You took the tip of his cock into your mouth, suckling on it softly while pushing your tongue into his slit. “oh fuck.” he moaned out breathlessly as his hand moved to the back of your head. You took more of him into your mouth until you couldn’t fit anymore, gagging on his thick cock.

“shit princess..jus’ like that” he groaned as he assisted you in bopping your head up and down. You whined around his cock as you sucked him off, drooling messily onto his dick and allowing him to use your mouth as he pleased. You continued moving your hand in circular up and down motions on the half of his dick that couldn’t fit into your mouth. “you’re doing so good, love. so fuckin’ perfect.” he praised you in between grunts and whimpers.

Eren’s grip tightened in your hair as he began thrusting up into your warm wet mouth. You moaned around his cock as he did, loving the feeling of him fucking your throat. It hurt in the most blissful way. The sound of it was so lewd. The gargling and spluttering sounds of your mouth swallowing his dick filling the space of Eren’s bedroom. “you eat this dick so fuckin’ good. Made just for me baby.” He moaned out as he threw his head back.

Eren was lost in the feeling of your tight throat around his dick. He felt like he could cum at any second with how good it felt. Not to mention how filthy you looked while eagerly taking his fat cock into your open mouth. Tears were streaming down your cheeks and frothy bubbles of spit spilled from the corners of your mouth as you let him use your mouth like a personal flesh toy. “ungh fuck! ‘m gonna cum baby” he whined pathetically.

You loved that he was falling apart so quickly all because of you. It turned you on so much. Your cunt was wet and itching for some attention — clenching around nothing as your panties grew soaked, sticking to your damp folds. You let out choked moans and gargles as eren fucked up into your mouth harder and faster, chasing his orgasm. You started to rub at your aching clit as eren used your mouth for his pleasure.

Your eyes rolling back at the stimulation to your clit and from being used so degradingly. “fuck! fuckfuckfuck..” eren swore as he let out a loud moan, holding your head down as he came in your mouth. “good girl. take all of it.” he breathed as he watched you swallow up his thick white ropes of cum. You whined as you swallowed as much as you could, some of it dripping down your chin and onto eren’s balls.

You pulled off with a disgusting wet suction sound, a thick web of spit and eren’s cum clinging to your mouth. eren didn’t care at all about the messy fluids, still grabbing you by your jaw and kissing you sloppily. He laid you down so that he was on top of you and slotted himself between your legs. “missed you so damn much.” he reiterated again as he yanked your panties off. He ran his fingers through your sticky folds before sliding two into your needy cunt.

The moan you let out was instantaneous, happy to finally have some proper attention to your pussy. “missed this pretty pussy too.” He muttered as he thrusted his fingers into you, watching the way your cunt eagerly sucked in his tatted fingers. You were so wet that you were already dripping down his hand, your slick seeping through the cracks of his fingers. “feels good baby?” he asked and you nodded fervently as you whined and moaned.

Eren started kissing and sucking possessive marks onto your neck as he rubbed tight circles onto your sensitive clit. You fisted his sheets as you cried out at the pleasure. You hadn’t been touched since the last time you were with eren so you were more sensitive than usual. “so sensitive and noisy baby.” he cooed. “you didn’t let anyone else touch my pretty cunt, did you?” He pressed as he slammed his fingers into you harder, the heel of his palm slamming down onto your clit.

You mewled, and cried out his name; your legs in a war of wanting to close and wanting to spread more for him. “m-mhm! n-no one else” you told him honestly as you squirmed under him and whimpered like a slut. “good girl. this cunt is mine only. to use as I please.” he claimed possessively as he curled his fingers inside you. His knuckles grazed that spot that had your eyes rolling back and your toes curling.

“m-mmfph! m’gonna-“ you wailed out but your cries got cut short by eren pulling his fingers out. You instantly let out a sob at the loss. “shh shh, hold on princess.” he soothed, placing kisses on your teary cheeks as he lined his cock up with your pulsating hole. He slid in with ease due to how wet you were; the two of you moaning in sync as he bottomed out. “fuckin’ hell..” he muttered under his breath as he gripped your hips in a bruising hold.

You were letting out incessant little whines as you squirmed and tried to adjust to his cock stretching you out and filling you up. “stop all that fuckin’ squirming.” he grunted and you whimpered. “‘m’sorry..can’t help it.” you whined and pouted. eren started off with slow thrusts to get you comfortable and relaxed; even though the urge to just pound into you was itching inside him. You appreciated that eren was giving you time to adjust.

“jus’ tell me when, sweetheart.” he murmured as he placed kisses along your jawline. You stopped squirming, relaxing as you fell into eren’s slow deliberate thrusts. It felt so good but eventually it wasn’t enough. “more” you whined as your legs wrapped tightly around Eren’s waist to pull him in deeper. Eren didn’t need to be told twice, pulling out all the way to the tip just to slam back into you hard.

He groaned as he began to pound into you ruthlessly making you squeal and cry out. Your nails scratched down Eren’s back, breaking the skin and drawing blood as he fucked you into the mattress. “shit” he hissed at the sting; he loved the pain and it only fueled him into fucking you harder and faster. The sound of skin slapping growing louder in the room along with the sound of your cries and Eren’s moans.

“ngh- love this pussy s’much. feels so fuckin’ good, sweet girl.” he praised, obsessing over the feeling of the slick plush walls of your cunt squeezing his dick. Your head was hanging off the edge of the bed as eren fucked you like a man starved — his dick abusing your poor cervix as you sobbed in pleasure. slobber and tears poured downwards on your face; your eyes growing hazy and blurred due to the blood rushing to your head.

“‘s s-so good ‘rennie mmph!” you hiccuped, your words slurred and barely intelligible. “look at you. all fucked stupid already. such a pretty slut f’me” he cooed as he grabbed your face to lift up your head. He looked into your glazed over eyes as he continued to ram his cock into you relentlessly — your pupils dilated and your face caked with tears. “fuck..you’re beautiful.” he breathed out as he stared at your face with pure adoration.

You managed a dopey smile at his heartfelt compliment. You knew you most likely looked a mess at the moment but you were glad that he still thought you were beautiful. “t-thank ah uhng- you” you slurred out in a moan. “tell me you’re mine.” he demanded as he drilled into you. He dropped your head to wrap his hand tightly around your neck, cutting off your air supply only slightly as his cock hammered against your gspot.

You let out a strangled scream at the intense pleasure, your nails clawing at eren’s hands and causing him to whimper at the rough scratches. “‘m yours! all yours ‘ren!” you forced out in a choked wail. Eren knew you were his now but he was obsessed with hearing it. He’d never get sick of hearing you say it. “mm fuck, I love hearing you say that so much baby” he groaned as his head rolled back in pleasure.

By now your eyes were crossing, vision turning bleary due to the position you were in and eren’s hand around your neck affecting your air supply. You were just on the verge of passing out when eren let your throat go and pulled you up into his arms. “you still with me baby?” he checked on you as he pulled out. You whined and nodded slowly, regulating your breathing as eren positioned you to lay on your stomach.

“use your words sweetheart.” he urged softly as he gently grabbed your face to get a good look at you. “‘m okay, promise.” you reassured him with a small smile. “good.” he sighed softly in relief and then kissed you tenderly. Eren then lifted your hips up slightly and pushed his cock back inside you. The two of you moaning breathlessly together at the familiar feeling. In this position you felt so full of eren and smothered by him in the best way.

“you take me in so good baby. I love feeding my dick to this needy cunt.” He uttered into your neck as he fucked into you in the prone bone position. He grabbed your hands to intertwine your fingers with his as he fucked you with deep purposeful strokes this time. You were a blubbering mess now as Eren’s dick consistently hit your sweet spot, making that coil in your abdomen threaten to burst.

“you gonna cum for me baby, hm?” he encouraged against your sweaty, dewy brown skin as he fucked you senseless. He was fucking you with less intensity than before but somehow it felt way more intense when he actually took his time. You were too gone to properly form words now, only able to produce sobs and whines. “awh, my princess is being fucked too good to speak.” he teased with a soft chuckle as he placed kisses along your shoulder blades.

Eren let one of your hands go to slide it in between your body and the mattress, he began to rub on your sticky cum covered clit as he continued to burrow his dick deep inside you. The added stimulation to your clit took you over the edge, your legs trembling as you sobbed into the pillows. “there you go, my sweet girl.” he cooed as you came undone around his cock. The way your cunt squeezed around his dick as you came made eren lose his pace, his eyes fluttering as he came almost in time with you.

His thrust came to a slow stop as he filled up your puffy abused cunt. He laid on you as he caught his breath. You were hooked on the feeling of his body weight on you, so warm and heavy like a big personal human heated blanket. You hoped he’d never get up even if he was crushing you. Eren enjoyed the feeling just as much as you did, relishing in the intimate skin to skin contact. The two of you lay like that for a while longer until eren pulled away.

You whined and tried to pull him back, he chuckled. “I know baby, but I gotta get you cleaned up.” He hummed and placed a kiss on the nape of your neck before pulling away again. He gently pulled his cock out of you and then made his way to his bathroom. You had gave up on trying to stay conscious, your eyes drooping and slowly falling shut as you drifted asleep.

Eren gently cleaned up your sleeping form with a warm washcloth before he climbed back into bed with you. He kissed your forehead and pulled you close as he fell asleep alongside you. This time when you woke up inside Eren’s blindingly bright bedroom, you felt at peace. It felt right this time. You woke up before eren did and you took advantage of the time to freely ogle at him while trailing your fingers along his chest.

You grinned as you watched eren start to shift in his sleep. “You enjoying watching me, love?” him speaking so suddenly caught you off guard making you jump slightly. He opened his eyes and burst out laughing at the deer in headlights look on your face. “That’s not funny!” You huffed as you lightly slapped his chest. “It is though, you should’ve seen your face.” He said as he laugher died down.

“Goodmorning though princess.” He smiled as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Goodmorning” you repeated back with a smile of your own. “You hungry? this time I’ll make actual food for you, I promise.” He offered with a laugh. “mm, I’m holding you to that. No slick talk, sir.” You stated as you held a finger to his face to emphasize your point. “You got it ma’am” he chucked with a nod.

Eren stood on his word and actually did make you a proper breakfast that you devoured happily. That was the start of your relationship with him. The relationship between you two continued on for three more months and the more time passed the more the two of you fell in love with each other. On one of your mundane days relaxing with eren, he suggested going to a party. “I don’t know ‘rennie..”

“You know I don’t like parties.” You muttered honestly, unsure about going. “I know baby but it won’t be bad. I’ll be with you the whole time. Ony is going and he wants me to join him but I don’t want to go without you.” He tried to persuade you as he gave your hand a small squeeze. You sighed, “okay, but only for an hour. No more than that.” You stated your terms. “yes mama.” he easily obliged and gave you a kiss.

The party was as you expected — crowded and loud, filled with the smell of weed and alcohol. You stayed close to eren as the two of you roamed the party to find his friend ony. Being at this party gave you flashbacks to attending parties with connie; only this time you had a new boyfriend who actually cared about you and paid attention to you. The two of you eventually found ony and it felt strange to actually be acknowledged when eren was with his friends.

You were so used to being ignored in the past that it felt nice to be seen and included for once. Things were going so well until the last person you ever wanted to see again walked in with two girls clinging to him. “Oh fuck, am I seeing things?” Connie laughed as he spotted you and eren. You immediately grew uncomfortable. “You actually turned a hoe into a housewife.” He joked but only he laughed. “Shut the fuck up connie. You’re still a bitch made pussy.” Eren snapped.

“and you still got my sloppy seconds. You know how you get’em is how you lose’em. Don’t be shocked when she leaves you to go fuck someone else.” Connie shrugged in response. “I’d never do that! I only did that to you because you were a piece of shit boyfriend. I actually love eren and he treats me how I deserve to be treated.” You stood up for yourself this time. It felt great to finally speak up to Connie and the shock on his face made it worth it.

Eren smiled down at you with pride, placing a kiss on top of your head. “ew.” Connie grumbled childishly at the sight. “You don’t need to worry about her or our relationship. She’s all mine now and I got it handled.” Eren stated confidently as he stared at Connie. Connie glared at him but accepted defeat as he turned around and stormed off. You let out a sigh once he left. “I told you coming to this party was a bad idea.” You muttered with a bitter laugh.

“Hour’s almost up anyways.” He reminded with a hum — attempting to cheer you up as he cupped your face. “You’re mine, right?” He asked you with an expectant look. You instantly smiled at the question you’ve heard too many times to count now. It was like an inside joke now. Sometimes you’d ask him, most of the time he’d ask you, but the answer always remained the same.

“I’m all yours.”

tags <3

@misscaller06 @erenjaegerwifee @sinsensual1 @blessed-princesa @antichristisbby @undermypersuasion @sheluvsscarti

hopefully y’all ain’t forget about part 3 by now 🫣

[micia-posts-stuff]

Some ramblings about chapter 113 of Spy x Family

I know I'm one week too late and all of this stuff has probably already been said by other people, but I have been too busy and tired to write down my thoughts earlier and I still wanted to do it, so here they are anyway :D

Spoilers under the cut

This will never not be funny part 1

This will never not be funny part 2

All jokes aside, I love how Endo uses manga as a medium for visual gags. Having Damian fight the sfx of his feelings and changing style for dramatic shoujo scenes, it seems like he's having a lot of fun coming up with these. Also Damian seems to be an expert when it comes to breaking the fourth wall ahah. Franky may be the one interacting with the readers outside of the story, but within the story itself, Damian's tsundere tendencies are too strong even for the fabric of their reality ahahah.

Also Becky being an absolute menace as usual, we love her for that. She's having way too much fun messing with Damian, who needs Berlint in Love when you can watch those two interact every day?

First of all "If you got problems, talk to us!" They are such good friends to him, I'm so glad! I'm so glad for every person Damian has on his side! He needs all the support system he can get. They are so precious!!!

Second, no it's not about language studies, if fact, that is a rare occasion for him to interact with Anya ahah.

Third, him clenching his heart in agony and literally fighting demons in his sleep, it's so cute, his crush is the cutest thing in the world I can't-

And lastly HE REALLY WENT FOR THE "IT'S NOT FOR ME, IT'S FOR A FRIEND OF MINE" EXCUSE. It's too funny T.T

AND OF COURSE THEY BELIEVED HIM T.T

These two I swear!

They know they are Damian's only friends, but no, he can't be lying! So instead of questioning him they assume there must be someone else! Comedy gold T.T

And it works because they are kids! I love how every miscommunication trope becomes more realistic and less annoying because they are kids and so it makes sense.

This whole chapter was a big win for Mr. Green, absolute MVP. Great advice for the characters and the readers. This chapter really resembled one of those kids cartoons ment to teach how to deal with different aspects of life, it was very nice.

I hope we get to see him more often, every time we see his mentoring skills they're an absolute treat!

Oh my heart!!! "You guys are my only true friends" T.T and their happy faces all sparky T.T

These three and their friendship are so precious to me!!! I really want to see a little chapter about how they met and how Ewen and Emile have come to respect Damian so much.

I really like how Damian tells them they're his friends here. Their dynamic was a bit stereotypical of the bully with his goons at the beginning, but I'm soooo happy that after that Endo has been constantly showing that no, actually, they really are friends. Tbh sometimes this friendship was a bit missing from Damian's side (Ewen and Emile jumping in the river for Damian and Emile not running away from the terrorist because Damian had "a bomb" on his neck, whereas Damian wanted to ask Ewen for his handkerchief to avoid getting a tonitrus < although this was also because of the panic about his father, but still) so for a long time I wanted to see him showing his affection for them somehow and in this chapter we finally got just that! For someone that has such a hard time dealing with his feelings, telling them "You guys are my only true friends" I'm sure means a lot. And you can see he's a bit embarrassed saying it, but he does it anyway because they're important to him!

First of all, very cool design for the Paradise Fist and Damian's dream sequences in general, but also veeery interesting lore drop about Donovan (dropping important lore like that in the middle of a silly chapter, classic Endo).

So Donovan was most likely in power when the war ended and that's probably where the idea that he stopped the war came from, at least from Damian's perspective. We know that Donovan is (likely) trying to start a new war, so it's very interesting that Damian considers him a man of peace. Is this his personal belief because he puts him on a pedestal or is it somewhat of a common idea amongst citizens? Did Donovan contribute to the birth of this image of himself or was it just a natural consequence? Does he want to be seen as a man of peace? Why did he even stop the war? A lot of interesting questions.

Regardless, I think this is also very important for Damian' character, that he admires his father because he thinks he stopped a war. First of all now it makes even more sense why he looks up to him so much. I mean it already made sense, but if we add the fact that, in Damian's pov, his father is responsible for the current peace, it's obvious that he'll keep admiring him, regardless of how cold he may be. Second it is very important to establish Damian's morals. Ever since he talked about his father during the war, in the bus hijacking arc, I wanted to know what he actually knew about his father's role in the previous conflict, if he aligned with his views and if he was indoctrinated somehow. But if he's convinced that his father stopped a war and he admires him for that, then it shows Damian is actually a pacifist, which will also make it all the more tragic when he'll eventually discover what Donovan is currently plotting.

Also it's interesting how Damian even ended up with these morals. Is Jeeves teaching him that? Does he do it following Donovan's orders or does he go against him? Or maybe it's just Damian's own personal values, it's not that weird that he naturally came to appreciate peace, I guess I just find it kinda weird that he wasn't taught the opposite. It's s very interesting.

Anyway, moving on

Yeah I think you really broke him Becky, he was fighting a Buzz demon in his sleep! The poor boy can't take any more! (The fiscal manifestation of the Paradise Fist is adorable!!!)

I love love loooove this part. The truth is that both Anya and Damian are geeky kids that have a lot of interests in common and they would have so much fun playing pretend together, if one of them wasn't so mean 👀

Anya likes the real Damian, the kid that likes action stories and has a big imagination. I really like that, because it shows she is not after him just because of Strix, it's obviously just his attitude that is throwing her off and that she actually appreciates his true self. I hope he'll start to realise that and embrace it. Like look at him! All the happy sparkles, he's so glad to have her attention. And the buzz going away. C'mon Damian don't you want to feel like this more often? Just a happy silly kid!

Also side note, he made the same face he made when he said Ewen and Emile were his only true friends! Adorable!

It seems like Damian has acknowledged and accepted his feelings of jealousy and that means that he has or he will acknowledge and accept the reason why they're there, the progression may be slow but it's definitely there and I really like how it's done.

Perfect way to end this chapter ahah, not only because it's funny, but also because it showcases yet another type of jealousy/envy. Showing that jealousy can come from different sources like friendships, crushes and parenting/mentoring and that both kids and adults are subject to it, once again helps with the message of the chapter about embracing these feelings and making peace with them.

All in all I loved this chapter. We finally explored Damian's feeling of jealousy, learned some interesting stuff and it had a very good moral message. Although I'm very biased because Eden chapters are always my favourites eheh. If Eden chapters have a million fans, then I am one of them. If Eden chapters have ten fans, then I am one of them. If Eden chapters have only one fan, that's me. If Eden chapters have no fans, then I'm dead.

(Btw I'm going to add 3 more pictures in a reblog of this post, because I reached the image limit. I don't have too much too say about them, but I really liked them and I wanted to highlight them. So you can't check them out in the notes of this post if you want.)

[in1-nutshell]

Hello teacher I'm just resending my request cause I remember you said some of the request you get from other followers disappears and I haven't seen the other request that I have send you when your request box was open

So I took the liberty of myself when your request box was open to copy and paste my requests so here they are

1.) Not too sure where this idea came from but I would like request a (our world buddy again) who happens to have a great fatherly like relationship with Prime Verse megatron who ends up meeting IDW Optimus who actually is her adopted dad he has the papers and data pads to prove everything and Prime megatron and his decepticons decided they were gonna fight IDW Optimus for custody of buddy and it ended somewhere along the line of Prime megatron ended up in the medbay completely unconscious and half of his army traumatized after they found out what an how angry a prime who is a father can really get (technically related to my story)

2.) Don't really know what to think for this one but what about IDW Bots meet G1 bots?

3.) Buddy from our world meet team prime and team megatron from cyber verse world? I would love that interaction

Oh and cyber verse starscream got really attached to her to the point he doesn't like sharing her attention which buddy has no problems with cause she knows why he is the way is. And maybe megatron and sound wave got attached too and devised plans to steal her and keep her the nemesis for a little while cause it's not everyday you meet someone who show so much affection

P.S feel free to write these last cause I know you are busy😃✌

This is a pretty big list, so I went with number 2, minus the Cyberverse part. I don't write for Cyberverse as of now.

Hope you enjoy!

Human Buddy from the real world meeting Team Prime

SFW, Platonic, Human reader

TFP

Buddy was starting to think that maybe the new coffee mixture they had made was really an elixir to travel dimensions.

They didn’t know how hard they hit their head when they saw Wheeljack arguing with Ultra Magnus.

The two bots didn’t even notice the human until they came literally running to Magnus’s pede and hugged him the best they could.

Buddy hugging Magnus’s pede: “If this is a dream I don’t want to wake up!” Magnus nearly jumps feeling the random human hug his pede. Wheeljack looks like he is going to glitch, though he doesn’t know for what reason. Wheeljack: “Hey… umm, kid what are you—” They turned their head so fast Wheeljack was sure that he heard a snap. The human starts running up to him rapidly shaking their fist in excitement: “Wheeljack! I can’t believe I’m actually talking to you! Either that or I may have found the limit of coffee I am allowed to drink.” Ultra Magnus and Wheeljack: “What?” Buddy: “Hey, aren’t you supposed to take me to meet the rest of the team? Isn’t it like, the whole protocol?” Ultra Magnus gives Wheeljack an uneasy look: “You seem to know quite a bit…” Buddy waving their hand: “I’ll explain that later, now, who am I climbing in?!”

When they arrive to the base, they are practically bouncing off the walls.

They are even more excited than when Miko first showed up.

In fact, the new human is excited to meet the kids, Fowler and June just as much as they are excited to meet the bots.

Miko has a taste of her own medicine and feels the need to apologize… someday.

Buddy does calm down when explaining how they know who they are and how they had been through a similar situation like this before.

That leads to more questions, but Buddy refuses to answer them.

Something about ‘Not wanting to mess with the universes’.

Buddy: “Anyways I need to keep you guys from finding out about some spoilers, like Bee’s voice coming back. Team Prime: “WHAT?!” Bumblebee: BEEP!? (MY VOICE?!)” Buddy: “…Rats…”

Optimus does allow Buddy to stay on the base while they wait until they return back home.

Most of the team thinks that another Miko is among them now.

And to a point they are right.

But Buddy also knows when to stop and tries to be useful around the base.

Buddy sweeping the human area. Miko: “This has been the third time you’ve cleaned this place this week. You can leave some stuff around you know?” Buddy still sweeping: “Ratchet finds the mess distracting; I’m just trying to lighten some of the load.” Ratchet, who overhears this now has to rethink his opinion of Buddy.

More respect is earned when they see Buddy football tackle Miko from going into the groundbrigde.

Many hugs are given on what seem like random days.

Those days turn out to be heavier than others and Buddy is always behind the bot ready to hug or do whatever they can to make them feel better.

Smokescreen walks into the base with his doorwings a bit drooped. Buddy running over to him: “Hey Smokes.” Smokescreen puts on a fake smile: “what’s up Buddy?” Buddy patting his pede and giving a genuine smile: “You’re doing great.” Smokescreen just nods because he doesn’t want to cry in front of Optimus. Later… Ratchet still on the main console. Buddy grabbing a blanket and places it nearby. Ratchet: “And what are you doing? You should be in bed.” Buddy: “That’s where you should be too.” Ratchet scoffs and continues working. Buddy: “Don’t think I didn’t see you put back your rations today.” Ratchet stops mid key stroke. Buddy: “I am NOT going to sleep until you get some energon and go to sleep.” Ratchet: “Well then prepare to stay awake for a long time.” Buddy cracking their knuckles: “Bring it! I’ve been awake for 3 days and 3 nights straight during exam week!” Ratchet suddenly worried for Buddy’s health: “…You win this round.” Buddy laughs in sleep deprived.

The bots are wrong to assume that Buddy wouldn’t pull a Miko.

… and now some are considering bringing them out with them.

Buddy fan almost as much as they do with the bots and some cons are now afraid of getting the feral human on them.

But Buddy has also thrown rocks at certain cons out of pure spite.

Buddy throwing some rocks at Breakdown: “SWALLOW YOUR PRIDE AND JOIN US!” Breakdown looking at the human questioning: “What?” Buddy still chucking rocks: “YOU COULD BE A GREAT AUTOBOT WITH YOUR POTENTIAL! BRING KNOCKOUT TOO!” Knockout: “I think this human lost it.” Buddy: “DO NOT LET YOUR MAN GO OUT HUNTING THAT TRAITOROUS SPIDER!” Arcee: “Finally something we agree on.”

[batboyblog]

Interesting thing to consider regarding our situation from Magdi Jacobs. She’s been fairly levelheaded so far about all this. The Pandemic really did change us all and how we perceive things.

The constant stressful vigilance we all needed during the pandemic is still in effect from that era, and that’s why there’s such a disconnect between what we see and feel as true:

https://x.com/magi_jay/status/1812531377184653581?s=46&t=9ilK5pqP73XDblTtTbb4Qg

I don't disagree with her, and I know for a fact she also agrees with what I have to say here:

Covid is part of it, maybe it is its own thing, maybe it super charged something that had been happening in slow-mo before

but I think algorithmic social media is breaking all our brains and Covid locked SO many of us inside with it for a year and a half or so where our only "human" contact was through social media and that was NOT helpful

There's lots of studies about social media and anxiety and depression, we know algorithms intentionally put stories/posts that upset you into your feed, we know that social media causes negative polarization.

speaking just of my own experience on twitter over the last two weeks it really challenges your sense of reality, twitter very quickly forms a group think about a current event and it becomes overwhelming, also it destroys any sense of time and prospective, so nothing is allowed to just be bad it has to be THE WORST THING EVER! and from the debate and now Trump's fist pump after getting shot at everything is NOW! the election is not 4 months away with all the events that will take over the news, people are voting just this second and only based on this news story rn! AAHHHH!!! !

by its short form nature twitter makes it feel as if people are having a conversation with you, but your ability to reply and question their statements is limited and I think that makes for extreme anxiety if the group think challenges your understanding of events/reality. So Joe Biden had a bad debate night, sounded bad, looked bad, he was a sick, jet lagged, overworked, old man and looked and sounded like all of that. Oh well, but the group think quickly shifted to "this is the worst thing ever, he clearly has dementia!" and you were bombarded by that over and over, in more and more shrill and condescending tones. And it became very stress inducing because people were seeing something you didn't see and insisting "don't believe your eyes and ears! believe my hot takes!" and you felt like you were losing your mind.

This is one current event but this happens on social media all the time, twitter is bad, TikTok is worse.

I also think for "younger" (under 40?) people raised on reality TV, and more so instagram, Facebook, now TikTok picture and video based social media there's a, life as reality TV show quality, an unspoken performance and need to make our lives seem perfect for an unseen (and not real) audience, and also to be seen as having the right views, but living in quick sand where liking or using anything could become a problem at any point and having to keep up endlessly. I also think this is intensely anxiety producing and also just debilitating, I don't think you can DO anything good in the world with that mindset

final thought: I've said for awhile I think why you see so many people declaring the economy is bad, regularly saying its historically, Great Depression levels bad, when it is in fact really good, as near to full employment as we've ever had lots of great economic indicators is left over Covid trauma.

We all went through a scary, sad, upsetting time in our lives. But because we ALL did if nothing happened to you particularly, you didn't get hospitalized, don't have long Covid, no one you're close with died and you couldn't be there for them, it might feel like "nothing" happened. So people are reaching for a "logical" reason for that edgy, sad, nervous, upset, unhappy feeling they can't get rid of. Normally that comes from economic anxiety, fear of not having enough money, or losing a job etc. So many people are reporting that they think the national economy is terrible while saying they think they themselves are doing well, that their local or state economy (that they see an interact with) is doing good, while the nation is doing bad, somehow. People are spending like they're doing well as well, never had it so good, never felt so bad.

I suspect its because we're all still dealing with Covid feelings, and thanks to social media, the death of common spaces, political radicalization, we never really came together and drew a line under Covid, it just kinda sputtered out and we slowly went back to our lives like nothing happened.

[ladyrowrites]

"EX-BOYFRIEND NANAMI PART 2"

Author's Note: Our flight was delayed yesterday so I was bored and decided to finish this request by @patpatspatz ❤️ Hope you enjoy this fluff 🤭

Part 1

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who calmed down when he got the news that you are stable from Shoko. He was about to go to your room when Gojo spoke to him, “Heh. Nanamin! You better hurry, it looks like she has a visitor.” Then tapped his shoulders.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who got confused by Gojo’s comment because it was him who stayed by your side for 2 days now in the hospital – waiting for you to wake up. When he got to your room, a tall man that he doesn’t recognize was hovering over you and you were laughing with him. You look so happy – smiling from ear to ear. Is he your boyfriend? And when did you wake up? He was supposed to be the first one you see when you do. Nanami didn't even realize that his jaw was clenching and his fists were turning to a ball.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who fixed his glasses and turned away from your room. He better get back to work – stop wasting time, he thought. I guess he expected something from what you said to him before you passed out in his arms.

“Nanami-san, it’s always going to be you. I lo—”

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who’s trying to forget what you said last to him and how it made him feel. His thoughts were interrupted when you knocked on his office door. He was surprised you went to see him.

“Can I come in?” You awkwardly asked him, “Yeah, sure. What brings you here, Y/N? Also, how are you?” He was avoiding your gaze.

“Uh, yeah, I’m good, thanks to you..” You sweetly smiled at him, “I’m here because I wanted to thank you for saving me and I heard you were my guardian basically when I was in the hospital. Just wanted to say, I appreciate it and also I’m sorry… I’m so sorry for being stubborn. Should have listened to you.”

Nanami chuckled, “Yeah, you don't have a great record of following instructions.” You were surprised at his gesture because he ‘lovingly’ caressed your top of head like what he did when you were together – it means ‘don’t worry, I’ll always protect you’.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who was also taken aback by his gesture so he put his hands down immediately and now you were awkwardly staring at each other. He wanted to bring up the words you said to him that night but he was afraid that it was just adrenaline talking. You smiled at his response, “Yeah, don’t worry, next time we partnered up again, I’ll listen to you, captain.” you jokingly did the sergeant sign, “Anyway, I’m going back to Kyoto tonight. I’m really thankful for what you did. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here.”

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami whose heart felt a pang when you said you’re leaving, “Don’t worry about it. I'm just glad you're safe.” You nodded at him and turned to leave. But Nanami, held your hand so you faced him, “Huh? Is there a problem?” A lot, he thought.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who cleared his throat and asked, “Uhm, are you going back to Kyoto for someone?” He was searching the answer from your eyes, “Uh, my students?” you really didn't understand what his question was.

“Ah, I see… I just thought that… Uhm, I saw someone visited you in the hospital and…” His ears were a bit red...You cackled in his face, oh my god, so that's what he wants to know, “Ahhhhhh! That was Ken, he used to be a Jujutsu sorcerer but left because it wasn't really for him, and also his type is the same as mine…” Nanami had ‘???’ plastered in his face, “Oh my gosh, Nanami-san! He also likes guys.. He’s gay….”

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who was now red on his face as well but was relieved with your answer, “Ohhh, I see. Uhm so are you seeing someone?”

“No.” Fuck, you answered too fast, “Uhm, what I meant was, uhm..”

“Do you remember what you said to me before you passed out?”

“Uh, I was hazy and losing so much blood… so no.”

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who memorized every fiber of your being and one of them was your facial expressions and he knew you were lying! He went closer to you while still holding your hand and now you’re back was on the wall, “Uhm, I said something??” You innocently responded.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who put his other hand on the wall – trapping you and whispered, “Stop lying, Y/N” You closed your eyes as you felt those words in your spine – holy shit! He still had this effect on you. You swallowed your thick saliva, “Uhm, K-Kento…” now your other hand was on his chest.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who’s heart started to race more when he heard his first name escape your lips and his mind went crazy when he felt your soft touch. He missed you so much – you have no idea. You were looking at each other so intensely that a knife can cut through it. He lowers his face closer to yours and you can feel his hot breath. Fuck, you keep swallowing your saliva.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who can't contain his feelings anymore and put his lips onto yours – he was grateful that you were returning his kiss. At first, it was slow and sensual that you can feel all your feelings coming back – not that it ever left anyway. Now, both of your hands are entangled on his neck and his was on your waist. He was kissing you so hungrily now like he was trying to make up for all the years he lost you.

Both of you were panting and broke the kiss for some air. You both laughed because the kiss made you two realize that nothing really changed between the two of you except your maturity and physical appearance.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who broke the silence, "There was never a day that I didn't think of you, Y/N. May I please take you out on a date?" While tucking your hair in your left ear.

"I thought you'd never ask, handsome. Also, you never left my mind too." And you kissed his cheeks.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who was no longer an 'ex' because he finally realized that he was miserable without you; he also realized that you were right all along - life is too short to be without love.

[carefreecoffee]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚Impromptu date: Shouto Todoroki˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Word count: 1.4k, Female reader

The phone rang for the fifth time already…

My date was supposed to pick me up from my dorm an hour ago. I had done my up, picked out my outfit with great detail and even managed to take an ‘everything shower’ from head to toe nearly passing out from the work I was putting into it.

I felt the tears pricking the corner of my eyes as the phone went to voicemail once more. It wasn't the first time he had stood me up, thinking he'd changed in due time. To my demise, Ii was wrong and with a huff, I threw my phone onto my plush bed, kicking off my shoes and groaning in frustration.

I know I shouldn’t be so worked up over some guy, however how could I not be? After all the work and time I spent getting ready, even checking in to make sure date night was still on! I sat at my desk, head in my hands as I held back the tears that threatened to fall, tilting my head up and trying to save my makeup.

A few tears successfully fall, smudging my makeup a bit as I curse lowly, wiping it away. I jolt in my chair as a knock is heard from the door. With a swivel, I stand up anxiously, reaching out for the door. 

To my surprise it had been Todoroki who had decided to show up unexpectedly.

“Hey y/n, you left this down in the common rooms-” I watch as his eyes finally fully rake over me, taking in my current state. 

“Are you uh- going somewhere?”

I ran a hand through my hair, leaning on my door as I held the handle. “Um, i mean, i was going to but my plans kinda…fell through” I chuckle sheepishly

I look at his hands, seeing some of my textbooks I had left from earlier. I take them from his hands, thanking him.

“Yeah, no problem” He glances over at me once more and I internally cringe at how I must look right now; disheveled, tired. “Are you okay?”

I look at him quizzically before remembering how my face must look with the state of my makeup. “No no yeah im okay” I wiped my eyes slightly, trying to take off any extra mascara that had smeared.

Shouto looked at me with a quirked brow, clearly not buying my obvious bluff. “What happened?”

I sigh, feeling the former emotions reel back into me and I reluctantly begin to open up. “Ah well- I had a date today actually but he.. kinda bailed on me last minute” I rub my neck, looking away awkwardly.

“Oh, I see. I'm sorry to hear that, y/n” He shoves his fists in his pockets, brows furrowed slightly. I wave him off, opening up the door a bit more.

“It's fine! Really, don't feel bad” I try giving him a reassuring smile, hoping he doesn't pry further.

He seemed to be lost in thought until his heterochromatic eyes met mine once more. “Are you doing anything else today?” 

I shake my head rather automatically at his questioning, knowing all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball on my bed, watch shitty drama TV and snack to my heart's content. 

He hums, “Well if you wanna- uh, we could go somewhere so you didn't get dressed for nothing, if you want of course..?” I notice the small bit of hesitation in his voice, his hands shifting a bit in his pants pockets. 

His consideration filled my heart slightly. At least someone knows how much work goes into looking this good. I take in his questioning before nodding, “Yeah…that actually sounds like a good idea” I smile, leaning on the doorframe now, fumbling with the hem of my outfit. “What do you have in mind?”

Shouto looks at you in slight surprise, knowing you’d probably rather be alone right now but not entirely upset about your answer. “Whatever you want. We’ve got a couple hours until curfew” He checks his watch before looking at me expectantly. 

I nod and grin, “ ‘Kay, let me grab my shoes real quick” I shut the door before quickly slipping my shoes back on, grabbing my bag and a jacket for when it gets cold later on. Maybe this night was going to turn out to be fine after all, and without my flaking date.

I opened the door once more before locking it, looking at Shouto as he leaned on the wall across from me. “Ready?”

I nod, walking in tow with him as we make our way down the corridor, into the elevator and finally out of the dormitories. The sun was up and gleaming, thankful that I was able to get out somehow today and especially with the great weather. 

We make our way toward one of my favourite places; a cute secluded cafe with the best tea on earth (I swear). “I walk toward it happily, entering, ordering and looking to Shouto.

“Do you want anything?” 

He looks at the menu before nodding, a small grin on his face as he orders a small boba tea, his hand reaching into his pocket for his wallet. I go to stop him but before I can, the transaction is made. As we wait for the drinks, I speak up. 

“You didn't have to pay for it you know”

He shakes his head, placing his wallet back into his back pocket. “It was nothing. The woman shouldn't have to pay”

His bluntness brings an end to my protesting. We grab our drinks and head out, walking along the sidewalk as we enter the busier parts of the streets, drinking my drink happily as we walk in tandem.

“Where to next?” Shoutos soft voice breaks the comfy silence, his eyes meeting mine as I speak up.

“Well, we planned on going to the arcade near the movie theatre but only if you’d wanna go-”

“I would” He interrupts rather enthusiastically, mumbling a small apology after noticing his rudeness. All I could do was smile and nod before leading the way a couple blocks down as we fell into conversation.

The arcade was lively with lights blaring and every machine making sound. My eyes light up as I point toward a few, ushering Shouto toward me.

We take our time with each game, Shouto seemingly breaking out of his shell by the second. The smile on my face spreads as we earn tickets, win prizes and ultimately use our tickets, spending them on the usual small toys; Rings, fake tattoos, candies. It wasn't until I finished spending my tickets that he pushed a plush panda stuffed animal toward me. 

It looked soft, holding a cute little drink with big gleaming plastic eyes. I look at Shouto, albeit confused. “For me?” I took it from his grasp hesitantly as he nodded. 

“Mhm” Was all he conjured, spending his tickets on the smaller items as well as he left me wondering and looking down at the plushie. It had to be a good few hundred tickets, with the good quality and cute exterior. 

He nods to me, ushering to leave. We set foot on the concrete once more, heading back to the dorms; both hungry and spent from the fun outing. 

“Did you have fun?” He asks, looking at me expectantly.

I nod without hesitation, “Of course I did! And I totally beat you at Dance Dance Revolution” I nudged his arm playfully.

He chuckles, the sound light in the air as it transfers to my own emotions, the root of this outing fully leaving my mind. We reach the entrance of ‘Heights Alliance’ once more, walking through the gates and reaching the dormitories. He holds the door open for me, allowing me to walk by with a thank you. 

As we enter, the sight of our friends and respective classmates refreshes me. I smile and wave before b-lining for the kitchen to make up something quick to eat. Shouto follows much to my surprise.

I glanced over to see him also taking out ingredients for what looked to be instant soba. I smile softly, “Thanks by the way” 

He hums before waving me off. “It wasn’t a problem, y/n” His eyes made contact with mine as I shut the fridge. “Besides, you deserved it” A small, rare smile makes way to his porcelain skin, making my heart lurch slightly as I feel my ears heat slightly.

All I could reciprocate was a wider smile than before, engaging in small talk as we prepared our respective dinners. 

Even if my plans fell through, I guess it wasn't all that bad. I'm glad to have a friend who considered me and even made me feel something i don't think i had felt in a while. Here wa_s to many more impromptu hangouts- or what I wanted to consider; dates.

[coffeefiction]

Changing the Story for Once Part 1 of Chapter 1

This is a royalty/isakai au I made a while back. I was inspired by the story called "Action" by Let's try some writing and a story called " Optimus Prime is destined to die" by Chuzillla.

And I decided, huh, you know what, why not? I have also posted this in Ao3 but this one is the revise version, I'm revising the story ever so slowly.

And I really wanna share it here but I was debating of it's a good idea you know.

Anyway,here's the summary; Orion Pax is a university student who ended up in one of his all time favorite novel. He has no idea how he ended up here, chaos ensues.

English is not my first language, so it's a mess.

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Admist the glow of flickering screens and scattered datapads, Orion Pax was but an interesting figure, lost in the labyrinth of his own solitude. He was your typical university student who's faceplate is always buried in datapads after datapads, all day long. The epitome of a university hermit. His family tree resembled a barren wasteland, and his social life? Well, let's just say it made a hermit crab look like a party animal. 

He didn't have anyone aside for himself, he grew up with no sire nor carrier and he was just alone in life. He took odd jobs here and there to help him live and see another cycle. With no sire nor carrier to guide him, he wandered the corridors of life all by himself.

Despite such depressing situation, he always find solace on the novels he has accumulated throughout the years— one of which was his all time favorite, it was a story lace with tragedy of a fallen ruler who governed his kingdom with an iron fist, who used to carry the same name as he currently bore— a cruel irony he often found comfort in. He loved the story despite it's tragic and bittersweet end. It was the very first novel he had brought when his first paycheck arrived after grueling hours of being in one of his very odd jobs —the kind that left you questioning your life choices. 

Extra credits is extra credits, he cant say no to that. 

The novel was called “For Once”  and it was a very underrated masterpiece. One which Orion would talk about whenever he gets the chance, which he normally doesn’t so he opted to simply reread the darn thing over and over again to a point where he semi-memorize the entire plot. He had been reading it before he went into recharge, to try and distract him from the thesis paper he needed to write. The story was dark to say the least, but Orion was fascinated and again, it was the very first novel he had brought with his first paycheck.

He had joke to himself, about how his namesake was a terrifying mech, even slightly wished to have his confidence to avoid that glitched-arf mech that keeps tripping him down the mess hall. But then again, Orion Pax has a lot of problems that are far more important than that, not only he has a very barren social life but his student debt was astronomical.

He had already calculated it— at the rate he is going, his great-great-grandchildren might still be paying off his tuition fee— Primus, he really fragging hates the Iacon Academy, it’s a good academy, don’t get him wrong but damn it— it’s filled with assholes.  Another problem he has is his alarm clock being broken, and nothing else screamed ‘university life’ like missing your 8:30 lecture on the west hall because the universe seems to just hate you so much. 

But fate, seem to have a twisted sense of humor.  

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Orion Pax awoke, blinking groggily, he rubbed his optics, half-expecting to find himself back in his cramped dorm room, tangled in his recharge cables with datapads scattered across the floor, and energon caffeine cans across his table from the nights he spend cramming for one impossible test. But as he looked around, he realized that this was in fact not his dorm—  he was in a lavish chamber, surrounded by opulent furnishings.

This wasn’t his very tiny space filled with his own mess— no, this place was…..way to fragging shinny. The walls were polished and they glistened under the lunars light.  

“This isn’t my dorm…..” Orion grumbled, rubbing his optics while yawning. He’s hoping that this is just another study-induced nightmare that he seems to get once every cycle. He sighs and sketches the mingling ache in his frame— he stands up and walked to the mirror, expecting to see his humble blue-and-red-slightly slender armored frame. What he saw was far from humble. He’s colors are still there, albeit less brighter than usual, he was decked out in a massive, bulky armor, which seems to have been polished.

His chestplate alone looked like it could stop a whole ass armada—Primus, it probably had . And his servos? They look like they could crash a datapad in one squeeze! (Not that he hasn’t done it before, accidentally…while studying..but still!).

This is not his body. “Primus…..By Primus fragging servo that slapped Unicron, what am I wearing!??” he yelped, backing away from the mirror like it had burned him. And by the matriarchs servos, why does his voice sound like that?! He stared at the reflection, his optics widening as the reflection glared back.

What he was seeing wasn’t Orion Slagging Pax staring back at him.  It was Optimus Slagging Prime…. 

“Oh no….oh no no no no no no! This—This cannot be happening! I’m-I’m dreaming! Oh Primus, please let this be a whole dream!!” His once semi-slender frame is now bulked with power and authority. It screams control and domination compare to his other one—which if you altered it to the side, he could be considered a femme by a very drunken mech!

And he had been considered as a femme once by a drunken mech!

Panic immediately seized him, his mind reeling with disbelief as he backed away, stumbling to the berth he layed. Orion Pax is known to be very calm and can work well being under pressure, he had done it several times!

But at that current moment— he momentarily lost this capability. With a barely functioning processor, he covers his mouth with his servo—

 And screamed.

 A very panic yet muffled scream.  

[fandonnavyce]

Dannymay 2024 Day 15: Field Trip

Little Einsteins

We’re going on a trip in our favourite Rocket Ship. Soaring through the Realms, Team Phantom!

Team Phantom were zooming through the Ghost Zone, mapping it out. Danny was at the controls, Sam was on lookout, and Tucker tracking their location using his PDA and infini-map.

Currently they were travelling through an aerial ecto-biome, flitting between misty purple clouds and skimming through low-density green ectoplasm. Then Danny all of a sudden put on the brakes.

“Hey can you guys hear something?” Danny asked as he looked around.

“Oh yeah,” Sam agreed, “ain’t that Beethoven’s Ode to Joy? But where is it coming from?” They were the only sentient things as far as the eyes could see. A little satellite dish sprung from Tucker’s PDA, beeping and turning as it tried to track down the source.

“It’s coming from that direction,” Tucker pointed down below them.

“OK let’s go check it out!” Danny swerved the Spectre Speeder and pulled it into a steep dive.

The world around them rushed from an aerial expanse and transformed into a rolling field of giant emerald stalks. The Spectre Speeder trundled on through the reeds before coming to a sudden halt.

There, at what looked like a bus stop and sitting on a toadstool, was a beast-sized ecto-caterpillar excitedly singing Beethoven.

“Huh would you look at that?”

Danny, Sam, and Tucker watched with bemused surprise as a knee-high iguana-bus then rushed past them and came to a halt at the bus stop. The iguana-bus lowered its back.

They realised that the riding passengers (caterpillars all) were also singing Beethoven. The caterpillar at the the bus stop clambered down from its toadstool and entered on the iguana-bus, joining in with the chorus. The caterpillar made its way towards a free seat on the iguana-bus’ back. With a loud honk, and a vroom, vroom, the iguana-bus went on its way.

Unfortunately as it severed round the nearby bend, the caterpillar who hadn’t yet properly sat in a seat, toppled and fell off the back of the iguana-bus.

“Oh no!” Danny rushed to save the ecto-caterpillar from a bad fall. Cradling the fist-sized caterpillar in his hands, Danny asked whether the caterpillar was OK. The caterpillar sung a note of gratitude and reassurance before warbling to be put down. Danny obliged and the trio watched the caterpillar inch its way down the road, determinedly chasing after the long-gone bus.

“Do you want a ride?” Sam offered. The ecto-caterpillar looked up in surprise at the offer before trilling with a questioning tone. “Yeah, it’s not a problem, of course we’ll take you,” Sam smiled, “where is it that you need to go? (melodious hums and whistles) The Musical Tree of Many Colours?”

“Oh I know where that is, we’ve already mapped that place out” Tucker announced, “It’s not far from here.”

“Great!” Sam clapped, “We’re going to take you to the Musical Tree of Many Colours. Welcome aboard.” 

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“OK so right up ahead is the Musical Highway, and we’re going to want to take it,” Tucker directed. “It’ll save us from having to navigate the Moving Mountains.”

“Ok got it,” Danny steered the Speeder onto the floating strip of music bars hovering among the ecto-clouds. A road sign saying Allegro stared them down.

“What does Allegro mean?” Danny asked.

“Fa-AAAAST!” Sam screamed as the Speeder accelerated to top speed. The Speeder flew down the highway like it was a rollercoaster. Once off the highway, the group slowed down. The ecto-caterpillar mourned a low pathetic note.

“You’re hungry?” Sam asked.

“You know what me too,” Tucker said, “Hey Danny if you take a hard-left there’s a drive-thru where we can catch some grub.”

“Sure OK,” and Danny took them to get some food.

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The trio looked down in disbelief as the ecto-caterpillar scoffed down a truly humongous pile of leaves, from a bowl that was bigger than it, happily humming in satisfaction.

“I’m impressed,” Danny remarked, “that was like twice your body size in leaves and you ate it all.”

“Man, you really were hungry,” Tucker added, speaking around his own food.

Sam slurped down her smoothie, rolling her eyes.

“Hang on guys,” Sam warned as she looked into the distance, “I think a really bad storm is coming.”

Danny, Tucker, and the ecto-caterpillar all looked up. Approaching at an alarming rate, thunderous, menacing clouds were rolling towards them.

Danny had the Speeder pick up speed. “Do you think we can out-run it?”

The world around them flashed. Green lightning blitzed them, and hurtling rain smashed against their Speeder. Wildly rocking back and forth, Danny struggled to keep them on their path. Then one bolt of lightning struck true and the Speeder crashed down into an stormy ocean of watery ectoplasm below.

Getting his bearings, Danny was surprised to see that there were instruments floating in the ocean with them.

“Where are we?” Danny groaned. Tucker, fixing his glasses on his face, checked the infi-map.

“Apparently we’re in the Orchestra Ocean,” he declared.

The shouting trumpets, the bellows of percussion, the cries of strings clamoured outside.

“You don’t say,” Sam commented dryly, as she looked over the ecto-caterpillar reassuring herself that the ghost was fine.

“Awesome, now do you know how we can get out of this Orchestra Ocean?”

“Huh?”

“Danny has been struggling with flying us out of the ocean.” Sam pointed out to the grunting Danny, pushing on all thrusters to drag the Speeder out of the tumultuous ocean.

“Oh erm, maybe go with the flow?” Tucker sheepishly offered. Danny chuckled at the pun before deciding to do just that. Swaying the Speeder side-to-side rhythmically in time music, the Speeder danced out of the ocean’s grasp.

Back in the air, the gang made a final push to the Musical Tree of Many Colours. Leaving the storm behind, the gang finally arrived at a grove in a rich verdant forest.

A mighty tree jubilantly singing Beethoven’s Ode to Joy stood proud of tall with their harmonious leaves of many colours. Setting down next to the tree, the gang disembarked from the Speeder. They were the first ones to arrive, as the spotted in the distance that the iguana-bus was only now making its way to the Musical Tree of Many Colours.

The ecto-caterpillar profusely thanked the trio for their help. Then it crawled its way up the tree, hung upside down on a branch, and before any one of the trio could ask what it was doing, the ecto-caterpillar did a metamorphosis speedrun before their very eyes.

Cracking out of the purple chrysalis, was a beautiful butterfly.

“Congratulations,” Team Phantom cheered.

[leesolbeesol]

Bound By Band

genre: fluff

pairing: soobin x reader

warnings: light alcohol mention, a kiss by side characters

word count: ~700

notes: yeonjun features! he will be in the rest of the story.

(Chapter List)

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Soyoon sits you down in your room, Soobin is his own world across the hall. “You know how I told you that I know someone who could be our keyboardist?” She asks with an expectant smile, holding both your hands now. You cock your head in confusion. You know all her friends, who could be a keyboardist? “It’s…” She’s making you feel the suspense, and she has a little smile on her face that makes you laugh. “My boyfriend.” She says, giddy.

“What?!” You exclaim and your eyes go wide.

“His name is Choi Yeonjun, and he’s in music production too. So he solves our producer-keyboardist problem all in one.” She explains. With the number of mega coincidences that keep this band idea afloat, it might as well be destiny you make it happen. This coincidence is great in theory, but you know next to nothing about Yeonjun. You know he’s dating your best friend, so by Best Friend Law you must be at least a little bit suspicious of him. Plus, you’ve never met him. Ever. Not that Soyoon’s trying to keep you separate, you just have little interest in meeting him. From what you’ve heard from her, he’s sweet and perfect, but that’s all from her rosy perspective.

“Are you sure?” You ask her, you don’t even know what you aren’t sure about.

“What?” She looks concerned with her raised eyebrows and tightened grip on your hands.

“It’s nothing.” You laugh awkwardly. “I just never met him before, and I’m your best friend so I have to be wary. I’ve seen your home screen, he looks a little intimidating.”

“He can look a little intimidating, but he’s a sweetheart to the core.” She tells you.

You had to be wary of him, you said. He looks intimidating, you said. That’s what you thought of him when you left the house to go meet the full band for the first time. But now, seeing him drinking soju and singing his heart out to ballads, your impression couldn’t be farther from the truth. The karaoke room is dark and the multi-colored, moving, DJ-style lighting casts circles of light over the whole room while Soyoon and Yeonjun. You and Soobin are sitting on a U-shaped couch that borders three of the walls. Earlier, Yeonjun’s extroverted personality immediately applied itself to chatting up everyone new—aka you and Soobin. You were mostly okay with it, it was nice to talk to someone and not be the one constantly continuing the conversation. Soobin, on the other hand, was intimidated by his outgoing behavior.

“Hey, man!” Yeonjun offered his fist for Soobin to give him a fist bump, but Soobin didn’t reciprocate the gesture. “What’s your name?” He was excited and high energy which was evident in every word.

“Soobin.” He said, quietly. That was how the entire conversation went, pretty much. You don’t need the word-for-word when you know what the energy of it was. Whenever Yeonjun asked him a question, you could practically see him tense up. Yeonjun, however, did not seem to see this and was jumping at the chance to earn a new friend. For Soobin’s sake, you ushered Soyoon into singing—you know Yeonjun couldn’t ignore her. 

After Soobin leaves the room that echoes with singing and Soyoon’s laughter—for water or for snacks or for the bathroom, who knows?—you turn to Yeonjun to give him a little bit of advice. Now that you're bound by the band, you figured it would be good for them to be friends. While they’re having their moment, you and Soyoon are having yours. You’re singing duets and having the time of your life. Every once in a while, you swear Soobin loses what Yeonjun is talking about because he keeps looking at you and getting startled when Yeonjun begins a new sentence.

You prep your input with a compliment. “I like you, I think you’re funny and a good addition to the band, and I think that you’re good for Soyoon.” You tell him, before adding with a big ‘but’, “But your energy is intimidating to Soobin. He’s really sweet and I think you’d be good friends, but he’s shy, you know? You can be yourself, of course, but this is just so you can get to know him without him closing up. He’s like a clam.” You say. That was a stupid thing to say. He’s like a clam. You smile, not out of happiness, but out of embarrassment.

“Clam?” He mutters, before turning to look at you, “I’m tired now anyway,” The implication was that he’d be mellower, “but I’ll keep it in mind.” You’re over the moon that he didn’t take it the wrong way because he so could've taken it the wrong way. “I’m thirsty, my lips are dry from the chips. I’m going to get a snack.” He states and gets up off the sofa before kissing Soyoon with his same, dry lips. You hope it's the alcohol that makes them do the PDA. You can’t help but cringe a little bit at their romance. It’s cute, sort of. It’s cute that they show that they love each other, but preferably when you aren’t in the room. You are a little jealous, though. To have someone focused on only you while you’re singing bad karaoke, to have someone blow you a kiss when they leave the room, even if it’s with chappy, dry lips. It would be kind of nice, you think. You shake your head at the thought, you believe Soyoon’s attitude awoke a long-dormant romantic in you.

Soyoon pauses the karaoke machine. “So, what do you think?” She demands.

“I think he’s nice.” Per Best Friend Law, you hate saying that, but it’s true. “I think he fits the role of a keyboardist.”

“And producer.” She reminds you of his double role in the band.

“And producer.” You affirm. You’re actually really happy that he can be both, because taking a gamble on someone random isn’t something you want to do because, if it doesn’t work out, you don’t want to tell them you don’t want them as a part of the band. In that situation, your other option is to have someone you don’t like in the band of your core friends. It’d just be messy, you think. Yeonjun is a good fit for both. “I just hope he and Soobin become friends, I don’t want them to be individually connected to us, but not to each other, you know?” You resist using another simile. This one would be like a web. Your slightly drunken state is making you talk like a poet.

“I think they’re getting along.” Soyoon points to the glass door and you see Soobin and Yeonjun genuinely talking. They’re smiling and laughing, you can see Soobin’s dimples as Yeonjun makes a silly face, clearly impersonating someone or something, and then Soobin laughs. Warmth makes your heart feel full. Partly for the band’s sake, but mostly for Soobin’s sake.

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ramble: this one was hard to write but I ended up really liking it. also the pics are really blurry for ? some reason oops

taglist: @eclipse-777

[olympeline]

Would you want to say more about omega Arthur and how he presents as an omega? I like both alpha and omega Arthur but as an omega I think of him as the more rebellious type who doesn’t want to be forced into that typical omega role. 🤔

Oh and maybe tell us about his potential alphas and their relationship if you want to? 👀

Would I like to talk more about omegaverse Arthur? The answer to that question is always and forever: yes, yes I would love to 👀

To me, Arthur is one of the most fun characters to headcanon as an omega. It works in any setting but for simplicity’s sake, I’ll stick with the canon Hetalia verse.

National personifications are born from their people and reflect the societal attitudes of the time. Make it omegaverse and why would second sex be any different. Every country would want their nation-person to be an alpha because they’re seen as being the best. The strongest, the most powerful, the natural leaders, etc. Being part of a nation with an alpha personification is something to be proud of. In contrast, a nation-person presenting as omega would be shameful. An ill wind, a bad omen, a portent of hard times ahead, all that good bad stuff. Betas would be in the middle: not as good as alphas, not as bad as omegas. There would probably be a shared attitude that alpha nation-people mean empires, omega nation-people mean getting stepped on by empires. It’s not actually true - there’s no link between how strong a nation is and which second sex their personification has - but people believe it anyway. They wouldn’t stop believing it until omegas started getting equal rights. Something I headcanon as only happening in modern times, but that’s another story.

So, that’s where my interpretation of Arthur comes in. He’s always struck me as a character with a huge thirst to prove himself, which makes sense if you look at England’s history. Specifically if you stretch it back to the pre-Roman era. Extreme oversimplification here, but England/the British Empire is kind of the opposite of what happened to the Roman Empire/Italy. A nation that started out in ancient times as Europe’s punching bag, but then went on to become a great power. Which fits so well with the trope of an omega hiding their true nature to stop it being a hindrance to their rise. They’ve come out into the world, teeth bared and fists swinging, and are determined no one is going to put them back down again.

Arthur wants to be great. He wants to be strong like the nations who used to rule him. He wants to be an empire. He’s been raised to believe omegas aren’t empires. Been taught that what he is is shameful and a hindrance for his people. So Arthur, ever ruthlessly practical, decides if being an omega is such a problem then he simply won’t be one. I said he might try to fake being an alpha for clout in my other post, but I actually tend to headcanon him as an omega who fakes being a beta. I’m not sure Arthur could pull off alpha and make it believable. Even in canon he’s described as being “slight” and alphas are tall and larger framed. Think Ivan or Alfred. Arthur isn’t built like them and he wouldn’t want to arouse more suspicion than he had to. So he grudgingly settles on faking a beta identity even though he would have preferred alpha. Better to fake being second rate and not get caught than to try for first and risk being outed as third, you know?

He gets away with it because he presented late. That slim frame came from a childhood of high stress where there often wasn’t enough to eat. Arthur got his first heat way past when he should have. Everyone had already accepted him as a beta, so it was easy to hush up his true nature. After that he just maintained the illusion. Until some handsome alpha catches him out during a surprise heat and all the steamy sex happens because yes please give it to me I will never get tired of this trope shut up and take my money

So, to sum up my thoughts: omegaverse Arthur wanted to be an alpha, thought he was a beta, only to eventually present as an omega. World prejudice against omegas made him decide to keep faking a beta identity. Both to avoid disappointing his people and to make the international community take him seriously as a potential world power.

There you have it. I hope this was entertaining to read because I love rambling about this stuff. Oh, and if you’re wondering about what happens with Arthur’s future mate, about his interactions with the alphas in his life, about when his true second sex would eventually be revealed to the world, about the resulting fallout from it, etc. my answer is: I think I’ll save those questions for their own post because this one is getting too long. 😉

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What Is and What Should Never Be Ch.2

A/N: So, I’m aiming to have the chapter released on thursday or friday nights, as long as nothing gets in the way(i.e. work, life, mental health). but as always, love you and i hope you enjoy🤍 P.S. This is all fictional, straight from my imagination. Please don’t take it too seriously💖

Word Count: 8.3k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut(none yet, but for future reference), Bossy/Possessive behavior. Reader Discretion Advised.

You’re just a daydream away. I wouldn’t know what to say if I had you. And I’ll keep you a daydream away, just watch from a safe place, so I never have to lose.

If looks could kill, Jake would’ve been on the floor with a chalk outline surrounding him. “What the fuck is your problem? Do you understand how embarrassing that was?” He sat on the edge of the desk, completely unbothered as he stared at you, “I’m a grown woman, Jake. If you have an issue, address me like an adult, don’t talk to me like I’m a fucking toddler.” You stood from your chair, releasing a frustrated breath, “Is this funny to you?”

He had a slight tilt to his lip, eyeing you with amusement, “Actually-.” The look you gave him made him bite his lips in, trying to straighten his face out, “No. No, you’re right… It’s not funny.” He was fighting to be serious but he lost when his grin came about in full force, showcasing his perfect teeth, “You’re kinda like a rabid chihuahua when you’re pissed.” He was cackling at you, and if it weren’t for how angry you were, you might have even found his laugh cute.

“This isn’t fucking worth it.” You turned around, ripping the office door open, and grabbed your bag from below the register, “I quit.” You didn’t bother to look back at him as you stepped around the counter and headed for the front door.

Jake was planted in the office doorway, “Learn to take a joke, peach.” He called out, still a hint of laughter in his voice, “C’mon, you’re not really gonna leave.” The amusement faded when he realized you weren’t stopping. Just as your hand landed on the door, he was coming after you, “Hey, Y/N, wait.”

You ignored him, pushing through the door, only to run face first into someone coming inside. Your bag slipped from your hand, hitting the ground, “Great… This day just keeps getting better.” Grumbling to yourself, you knelt down to pick the tote bag up, rubbing your hand over your nose. You were prepared for a verbal lashing from whoever you’d collided with, but to your surprise, you were greeted by Josh’s cheery voice.

“What the- Y/N? Where are you off to, speed racer?” He was chuckling until you looked up at him, “Shit, are you okay?” Right as the question left his mouth, you could feel the first drop roll over your top lip. You clamped a hand over the lower half of your face and tried to wiggle around Josh, but he grabbed your shoulders.

You mumbled into your palm, feeling the blood pool in your hand, “Josh, let me out before it drips on the floor.” Your second attempt to squeeze by him was stopped by not only him, but his twin as well. 

Jake’s hand was on your waist, turning you away from Josh to face him, “Move your hand.” He was holding a fistful of napkins, trying to survey the damage, “Y/N, move your damn hand and let me see.” His assertive tone was overshadowed by Josh’s soft one.

“Hey, let me have a look.” His hand circled your wrist gently and you allowed him to pull it away from your face. Your eyes widened at the amount of blood covering your palm and Josh was quick to ease your panic, “It’s not even that bad, Y/N, promise.” He took a few of the napkins from his brother and held them against your nose, “Does it hurt at all?” You shook your head at him, “Okay, then it shouldn’t be broken…” His free hand went to the back of your neck, angling your head down, “Try not to swallow any blood, I’m gonna grab a towel or something.” He took your bag and pressed your hand to the napkin, prompting you to hold it as he scurried deeper into the store.

Jake was grabbing your opposite hand, wiping away the crimson stains, “You need to sit down, come on.” You wanted to rip away from him, but the way his palm flattened against your back had you trailing beside him as he led you back to the office. He sat you in the chair just as Josh came barrelling through the door, “Can I take this?” He placed a small trash bin between your feet and pointed to the bloody napkin in your hand. You nodded and he knelt in front of you, carefully moving your hand to peel the tissue away and drop it into the trash, “Josh, did you get a towel?” His eyes stayed trained on you as he asked the question.

“Yeah, here. I ran it under some water.” Josh handed the rag off to his brother, “Is it still bleeding?”

You allowed Jake to dab at your nose, “No, I think she’s done.” He continued to wipe at your face, his gaze on your mouth as he slowly dragged the wet cloth across your lip. He looked up, realizing his distraction, and caught your eyes on him, “Uhh, here…” He shoved the towel into your hand and stood up, “You should go to the bathroom and clean up.” He backed away, giving you the space to get up.

Shielding your face to hide whatever mess was there, you turned to Josh, “Where…is the bathroom at?”

“Oh. It’s- I’ll show you.” His eyes flicked to Jake’s before he ushered you out of the office and walked you towards the back of the store, “Jake didn’t show you where the bathroom was?” He led you into a small hallway, one door on each side and one at the end. You shook your head as he stopped in front of the door on the left, pushing it open, “It’s here, I’ll give you a minute.” You went through, closing it behind you. A defeated sigh left your mouth at the sight of yourself in the dirty mirror. You turned the faucet on, letting the water get hot, and rinsed the rag to scrub the drying blood from your face. Of all the things that could happen on your first day, it had to be this. Everything was a shit show and you couldn’t wait to just go home, bury yourself in a mountain of blankets and never step foot in this place again. You could get a job literally anywhere else and surely there were other record stores in the area…Or you could always just order your vinyls online. You ripped a paper towel from the roll and dried your face and hands before stepping out of the bathroom. Josh was still standing in the hallway, waiting for you to come out, “I’m really sorry, Y/N. You just collided right into my shoulder, I didn’t see you com-.”

“Josh, it’s fine. I’m fine, really. It was my fault.” You stalked out of the hallway, ready to grab your things and go.

You could hear his footsteps following behind you, “Why were you in such a rush? Were you leaving?”

Your bag was on the counter where Josh had dropped it to search for a towel and you grabbed it. There were a couple people in the store now and you locked eyes with Jake as he was talking with a customer a few feet away from you, “I just… This isn’t going to work out. Me working here, I mean.” You were talking quietly to avoid making a scene.

His eyes followed yours to his twin before coming back to you, “What did he do?” You shook your head and kept walking, finally making it out the door and onto the sidewalk. You took a deep breath, filling your lungs with the city air, and released it as you dug through the bag for your phone. Bellamy had dropped you off in the morning and took your car to work, so your only option was to walk home or call a lyft. You hadn’t noticed that Josh followed you outside until his hand was on your arm, turning you to face him, “If he did something, you have to tell me. I’ll deal with him. Just…don’t leave, don’t quit.”

“Josh, I don’t think your brother likes me very much.” You jammed the phone into your back pocket, “And I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let anybody treat me like a child… It was nice to meet you.” You didn’t leave room for a response as you turned away, opting to walk home.

“Treat you like-? Y/N, can you just-.” You felt his hand curl around your wrist again, effectively stopping you with the soft grip, “Let’s go get lunch and talk about this. I’m sure we can resolve whatever issues there are.” His pleading eyes and the way his fingertips sent a wave of warmth up your arm and through your chest made it hard to tell him no.

You ran a hand through your hair and looked past Josh, catching Jake watching the two of you through the storefront window. You looked away quickly, “There’s nothing to talk about. I just want to go home and pretend this day never happened.” You couldn’t help the whine that escaped your mouth, causing his lip to twitch into a small smirk.

He finally dropped your wrist, shoving his hands into his pockets, “You like fries? The Melt has great fries, c’mon.” He walked by you, not even bothering to check if you were coming. You gave in, following him to his car. He was already pulling the passenger door open for you as he fished his keys from his pocket.

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“Their burgers are good too.” Josh was seated across from you, looking over the menu in his hands. You couldn’t see his face behind it, just the wild curls poking out from above it.

You sipped on the iced tea in front of you, looking down at your own menu, “You had me sold on fries, honestly. I think I’m just gonna get an order of the garlic parmesan.” The waitress was coming back to your table to take your orders with a polite smile.

Josh closed his menu, and picked yours up to hand them over to her, “Are you sure that’s all you want?” You nodded at him as he looked up at the young girl, “She’s just gonna have the garlic parm fries and I am gonna do the sweet potato fries and a patty melt.” She was writing the order down in her notepad, “Actually, make that two patty melts, but can you box one up to go?” The girl replied with a quiet ‘sure thing’ before departing. His eyes fell on you and you tried to look anywhere else, “Will you tell me what happened?” You finally looked at him, catching his big brown eyes that he strategically paired with his dazzling smile.

“I don’t even know what happened, Josh.” You were stirring the straw around in your cup, listening to the ice clink against the glass, “He was in the office and a customer came in, so I did what I thought I was supposed to do and helped the guy… Some girl, Olivia, was watching the whole time. I don’t know when she disappeared, but she was there.”

He was resting his head on his fist, listening to you, “Yeah, Jake texted me and told me she wanted back on the schedule… She’s sweet, but kind of a nightmare.” He waved his hand dismissively and told you to continue.

You couldn’t help the sarcasm lacing your voice, “She’s a real sweetheart.” You tucked your hands into your lap, to stop them from touching random things on the table, “So, I have this dude ready to buy two albums and the next thing I know, Jake is yelling at me to go into the office. He accused me of flirting with the customer and then sent me off for a fucking timeout… It was humiliating.” You shook your head as you thought back on it, “And then he just laughed about it, like it was some kind of game to him. I don’t know what I did to make him hate me.”

“He doesn’t hate you, Y/N. Jake’s just…He’s got a kind of…sardonic sense of humor, I guess?” He shrugged, trying to find the right way to describe his twin, “I’m sure he didn’t mean to upset you.”

Jake’s mocking tone floated through your brain. Learn to take a joke, peach. But the way he was staring daggers at you and your customer didn’t seem like a joke. “If that’s how every shift with him is gonna be, I can’t do it. I’m sorry, I just-.” You were interrupted by the waitress bringing your food out. She placed the dishes on the table and told Josh his to-go order would be ready in 15 minutes before she left again.

He was already shoving a few fries into his mouth, “It’s not. It won’t be, just trust me.” He mumbled around the hot food, blowing steam through his lips.

You watched as he went in for a couple more before swallowing what was already in his mouth, “I don’t know, Josh…”

He dropped the fries, wiping his fingers with a napkin before folding his hands in front of his face, “Take a day to think about it. If you really want to quit, I won’t hold it against you…but if you think you can stomach another try, come in wednesday and you’ll have me and only me. Jake won’t be around, it’s his day off.” His bright grin made it impossible to say no, so you compromised.

“Okay. I’ll think about it.” You tossed a fry into your mouth.

“Brilliant!” Satisfied with your answer, he picked his sandwich up and chomped into it with a delighted hum, his smile never fading.

You sat and ate, carrying on small conversation for a bit. Josh was incredibly open about sharing his life and you’d learned a lot about him. His parents opened the record store when he and Jake were young and passed it onto the twins when they were 22 and moved back to their home state. Now, almost four years later, they’re turning 26 and still running their family business successfully. “Our birthday is actually coming up in a few weeks.” The waitress came out with the to-go order and the check, placing them in front of Josh.

“How much was mine?” You pulled your wallet out as he placed his card on the tray and handed it back to the girl.

He swatted his hand at you, “Don’t worry about it. It’s the least I could do after giving you a bloody nose.” He pulled his lip between his teeth, “And a pretty girl should never have to pay for her meal…or is it drinks?” He scratched his chin, brows drawn together in thought, and the sight made you giggle.

“The bloody nose was one hundred percent my fault, but thank you, Josh.” The young girl came back, giving Josh his card and receipt as she muttered a ‘have a good day.’ and moved on to her next table.

He picked up the pen, writing a tip and scribbling down his signature, “You ready to go?” He stood up and you followed him through the restaurant and out the door, “I’ll drop you at your car, I gotta run Jake his lunch anyways.” He pulled the passenger door open, waiting until you slid into the seat to close it.

The short drive back was quiet, only the dull melody from the radio filling the air. When Josh parked his car along the curb you hopped out, “Thanks, again, for lunch, hun.” You offered a wave before starting down the sidewalk.

He stepped out as well, “Where’s your car?”

“Bellamy has it, I’m gonna walk.” Before he could open his mouth to protest, you added, “It’ll give some extra time to think over my decision.” You continued walking, only glancing back after a minute or so to see him leaning on the hood of his car, watching you go. He flashed a smile so bright, you could see it from a mile away, and waved before heading into the store.

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Your best friend was yelling over the blender as it pulverized the frozen fruit, “Don’t go back. That guy sounds like an asshole, Y/N.” She hit a button, effectively ceasing the noise.

“He is an asshole… Or was anyways.” You sat on the countertop beside the blender, watching her attempt to make strawberry daiquiris, “Josh practically begged me to stay though and he’s so freaking cool, Bell, like so different from his brother.” You plucked the fraying threads on your jeans, “It was kind of weird, though… When my nose started bleeding, Jake was a completely different person, like…sweet, almost?” Your mind wandered to the way he was looking at you as he carefully wiped at your lips.

“So which one is it? Which one do you wanna sleep with, babe? Josh or Jake?” Bellamy pursed her lips, waiting for an answer, “I’m serious, Y/N. I can see it all over your face.”

You hopped down from the counter, “I don’t want to sleep- I just met them, Bellamy.” She wasn’t buying it and frankly, you weren’t sure you were buying it yourself, “I just think that I could be really good at this job and that I might actually enjoy it. I don’t want to go back to making shit tips, waiting tables.” You pulled the bottle of rum from the cabinet and handed it to her, “But I need to get along with both of them if I want to stay there and the only way to do that is to try, B.”

She poured the liquor into the blender, measuring with her heart, “I hear you, sweet pea, I do.” Replacing the lid, she put the bottle on the counter and turned to face you, “I just don’t want to see you get caught up in a messy situation…especially with brothers.”

“There’s no way for things to get messy because there’s nothing to get caught up in. Promise.” You reached over and clicked the button on the machine to avoid any response she might’ve had.

Once you settled into bed for the night, you really began to weigh the pros and cons of keeping the job. Pros: Music was something you loved, deeply, and to be able to work in a place where you could talk about it all day was a dream in itself. There was also Josh. He was fun and kind and you found yourself happy to be near him, like he was someone you could truly vibe with. And Jake… He seemed cool enough, even laughed at your jokes and he has great taste in music. But the cons? You don’t know which version of Jake you would get. The arrogant dickhead or the almost sweet guy that was quick to take care of your nosebleed today? As you pondered your list, your phone pinged with a text.

Unknown 10:43pm: sorry about today. don’t quit.

Josh? He must’ve gotten your number off of the application. You were about to text back and let him know that you intended on staying when another text came through.

Unknown 10:47: come in tomorrow at noon, peach.

Peach? Jake…

You locked your phone and plugged it in, leaving it face down on the nightstand. Why did he text you? Why couldn’t he just have apologized this morning? You left the texts on read, clicking your lamp off, and pulled the comforter up to your shoulders. Now you were faced with a new decision to make; Face Jake tomorrow or avoid him and go in with Josh on wednesday. Too tired to forge another list of pros and cons, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to fall asleep.

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Tuesday 11:15am

You stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror, securing your second dutch braid with a tiny rubberband. You tried to convince yourself all morning that it was better to just go in on wednesday, that working with Josh would be fun and you wouldn’t have to worry about every little thing you might be doing wrong. Yet here you were, checking your appearance one last time before inevitably starting the 20 minute walk to Highway Tunes, complying with Jake’s request again.

Pushing through the front door with a heavy sigh, you looked around for him, but he wasn’t in sight. “Hey there! Welcome to Highway Tunes!” The voice startled you, causing you to jump and look at the man it came from, “Is there anything I can help you with today?” Your eyes wandered up to his face. He was tall, thick dark hair, cascading in waves around his face and past his shoulders. His smile was sort of goofy, but in a beautiful way, outlined by full, pouty lips.

You opened your mouth to answer, but Jake’s voice came first, “Sam, leave the customers alone, you don’t work here.” Your view of him was obstructed by the tall boy standing in front of you, “You need to go back to class, I don’t have time for this today.”

Just then, the boy, Sam, stepped aside to face him, “My next class doesn’t start until 1.” Jake’s eyes fell on you as the other boy continued, “And you were busy, so excuse me for trying to help.” He turned back to you with an apologetic shrug, “Sorry, about that… He’s always a grump. Where were we?”

“I’m actually here to see the grump.” You pointed to where he was standing, still watching you, and scrunched your nose at the boy, “He’s my boss.”

“Ahh. You’re the new hire?” He glanced at Jake and back to you, looking you up and down, “No wonder he’s on edge today… I haven’t seen him this bad in a while.” He pulled his lip between his teeth to stifle a laugh, and before you could ask what he meant, Jake was at his side, pushing him towards the door.

“Time to go, Sammy.” You watched Sam struggle against him, trying to shout in protest, “Come back on Josh’s shift, later.” He shoved the boy out the door and pulled it shut, waiting for him to walk away before turning to you, “He’s a fucking nuisance. I’m sorry.”

He walked by you, going towards the back of the store, “I don’t know… I thought he was kinda cute.” You kept a playful tone, making it obvious that you were joking, but you saw Jake visibly tense up, “Kidding…ha ha. You’re supposed to laugh.” When he didn’t say anything, you were sure you’d made a mistake coming in, “Or you can yell at me and accuse me of flirting again…Goodbye.” You turned away, heading for the door just like the day prior.

“Wait…” You didn’t bother to stop or even look back at him, until he yelled, “Goddammit, would you stop doing that!” When you finally turned back to him, he was only a few feet from you, clenching his jaw, “Do you get enjoyment out of ignoring me?”

“Ignoring you?” A humorless laugh fell from your lips, “Why am I here, Jake? Did you tell me to come down here just so you could fucking berate me again?” You were glaring at him, waiting for a response, but he remained silent, staring directly back at you, “Well, if you have nothing to say then-.”

He stepped forward, his hand curling around your wrist before you could walk away again, “Y/N, just- I’m sorry, okay?” You took note of how gentle his grip was as the door chimed. He looked over your shoulder to whoever had come in before dropping your wrist, “Go wait- Can you wait in the office? Please?” He went to greet the customer and you went in the opposite direction. You stood behind the counter, watching Jake lead the older woman around the store with a polite smile. There was something admirable about the way he carried himself, the confidence he displayed. He moved like he knew you were watching him; always angling himself so you could see his face, without ever looking at you. He would run his fingertips over his lips or his chin with a subtle smirk, drawing attention to his hands and mouth. You found yourself staring, keeping up with his every move, until he was coming towards you. Standing up straight, you attempted to look distracted, but his face said he knew you were eyeing him, “Alright, Ms Grace, I’m gonna have Y/N check you out while I go put that order in for you, okay?” Jake came around the counter to stand behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders, “Can you do that for me, peach?”

Turning your head slightly, you caught his eyes and gave a nod, “Y-yeah… No problem.” Your voice was barely a whisper as you tried to focus on anything other than the electric current his touch sent through your body. You directed your attention to the woman, probably in her 60s, “Hi, did you find everything you were looking for today?” Jake dropped his hands with a smile and went into the office.

“For the most part, yes.” She placed her findings on the counter and slid them over to you, “Everything except Frank Sinatra.” She shook her head as you picked up the vinyls and began ringing them up; Unforgettable by Nat “King'' Cole and I Put a Spell On You by Nina Simone, “I can’t believe they sold out of Sinatra…” She slapped her palm on the countertop.

“Oh… Ms Grace, is it?” You waited for her to confirm, “Well, Ms Grace, you still got some really great picks today. I adore Nina Simone, but I also know how great Ol’ Blue Eyes sounds on vinyl.” She nodded her head, impressed with your sentiment, “Jake will get your order put in and I’m sure it’ll be here by Friday with our regular shipment.” Putting on the sweetest smile you could, you gave her the total, “For these two, it’s gonna be $64.97 today, hun.”

She placed her bulky purse on the counter, digging through it, “You tell Jacob and Joshua to call me the minute my order comes in, okay, honey?” The woman retrieved her wallet, pulling a few bills from it, and handed them over.

You accepted them, placing them in the drawer and handing back her change, “Of course, Ms Grace. I will pass the message along.” You tucked her two records into a bag and gave it to her, “You have a great day!”

“Oh you too, honey!” She took the bag from your hand and slung her purse over her shoulder, “Good thing they replaced that snotty blonde girl… I like you a lot better.” She waved her hand with a scoff as she turned to leave.

You watched her go, chuckling to yourself when you felt Jake standing behind you, “Grace likes you, now you have to stay.” He was so close, you could smell the smoky scent of his cologne, “She’s been telling us to get rid of Liv since she started.”

“She might be onto something…” You shuffled away from him, moving to the opposite side of the counter to look at him face to face, “Give me a reason to stay. I need more than just the approval of one of your regulars.” You watched his lip curl into the familiar smirk.

He was too relaxed, leaning on his elbows, “What does everyone have against Liv? She’s my gold star, always bringing in the sales.” He laughed as you rolled your eyes at him, “Okay, alright, peach… You’re good here. Not even two hours into your first shift and you managed to sell not just one, but two albums.” You crossed your arms over your chest, silently telling him you needed more, “That kid yesterday was fucking smitten with you, kept saying how much of a help you were.” You could see the distaste in his expression over the boy’s interest in you, “and I heard you talking to Grace. You know music. More than anybody else we’ve ever hired. I can tell it’s something you’re passionate about and we need more of that here.” Your face broke into a grin at his admission and now he was rolling his eyes, “Are you gonna stay or not?”

“I might consider it if you set me up with that cute guy that was here when I came in.” You waited to see how he would react. Maybe he would shrug your comment off or maybe he would tense up again, maybe get angry, “He had a pretty smile.”

He pushed his tongue into his cheek, forcing his shoulders to relax, “You gonna let both of my brother’s take you out to lunch, peach?” He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked away, heading towards the back of the store, “When do I get my turn, huh?” He vanished into the back hallway, going through the door parallel to the bathroom.

You were dumbfounded, partially from his inquiry, but also from finding out the tall boy was he and Josh’s brother. You toed down the hallway, leaning on the door frame, “How many brother’s do you have?” He didn’t answer, just continued moving through the room. There were boxes scattered around the floor and tucked into shelves. It must’ve been storage, where they kept their inventory and overstock, “Okay…well you should know that jealousy isn’t a good look on you.” You cocked an eyebrow as he finally looked at you, “And if you want a ‘turn’ all you have to do is ask.” His mouth hung open as you turned to leave, smiling to yourself. You called from the end of the hallway, “Send me my schedule. I know you have my number.” As you made it back to the front of the store, you heard him call out a ‘Bye, peach.’ before you pushed through the door to head back home.

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The next few weeks ran smoothly. You worked with Josh a lot and those shifts were always fun. He made the environment comfortable, but shifts with Jake were also fun in their own way. Josh was the type to turn a slow, boring day into a childish game of hide and seek. You would be standing at the counter, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, only to get a ‘come find me’ text from him. You’d spend the next 10 minutes running around the store, checking all the nooks and crannies you could find, searching for him. And every time, you would give up and text him back with some excuse that would force him out of his hiding spot, calling you a sore loser. He was all flirty comments and goofy jokes all the time, sure to draw giggles from you whenever he opened his mouth and you absolutely adored it.

Working with Jake was completely different. There were no games, at least not the kind Josh would come up with. It was a back and forth match of snide comments, or sarcastic remarks that would have you two glaring at each other one second, just to turn your backs and smile the next. Sometimes he’d display an odd, almost possessive nature; He never pulled you away from a customer like the first day you’d worked, but with some customers, specifically the younger men, you would always catch him lingering close by or keeping his eyes on you from wherever he was. When you finally asked him why he did it, he’d just played it off like he had no idea what you meant.

You got to meet the other employees as well. There was Charlie, an older man in his late 40s. He’d worked for the boy's parents for over a decade and stayed on after they’d handed the store down. He only works a few days a week, but he’s the one Jake and Josh rely on to run things when neither of them can open or close up. Then there was Nate, a young, high school kid who picked up a shift or two during the week, after school. And, of course, Olivia. Or Liv, as Jake called her. His gold star. God, Josh was right when he said she was a nightmare. You didn’t work with her very much, but the shifts you did share with her could never go by quick enough. It was always you, her and Jake, and she wasn’t exactly subtle in the way she threw herself at him. Sometimes he would indulge her, grasping her hips to move around her or brushing up against her to grab a record that she ‘just couldn’t reach.’ Everytime, it made you irrationally angry and you didn’t know why. But after this Friday shift, you were happy to have the weekend off..now you wouldn’t have to see her until Monday night. You grabbed your bag from its place, below the register, and clocked out, “Josh, I’m heading out! See you next week, hun.” You called out to him, unsure of where he may have been.

“Shit…Y/N, wait!” He came flying out of the back, tripping over his own feet. You let out a soft laugh as he bounded up to you, “Hey.”

“Hey…”

He stood up straight, pulling at a few of his curls, “Do you- Uhh…what are you doing tonight?” He left no room for a response as he kept talking, “My birthday- or, our birthday, me and Jakey… It’s tomorrow, that’s why we’re closed.” He was rambling and you tried to stifle your smile at his flustered appearance, “We were gonna go out to celebrate tonight. Did you wanna-? Are you doing anything?” He had a hopeful look in his eyes and you felt guilty for having to turn him down.

“Josh, I’m sorry… This and the first weekend me and Bellamy have had off together since we moved here.” You placed a hand on his shoulder with an apologetic frown, “We made plans to go out and explore the bar life in the area.” You felt his shoulders drop in defeat and pulled your hand back, “I’ll make it up to you… I’ll bake you both a cake or something. I am really sorry.”

“Naah, it’s okay. I should’ve mentioned something earlier.” His smile returned, bright as ever, “Have fun tonight, and I’m gonna hold you to that cake.” He was already heading back to the storage room, “I like vanilla, Jake likes chocolate. Figure it out!” You watched him dramatically wave his hand before disappearing through the doorway.

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“Do my tits look good?” Bellamy was standing on the curb, using a random car window to check her reflection.

You pulled your dress down to ensure your ass wasn’t hanging out as you moved to look at her, “They look as perfect as they did the last time you asked, B.” You turned your back to her, looking up at the neon sign that illuminated the bar entrance, Blondie’s Bar, “I swear to god, if this one is filled with frat boys too, I’m calling it a night and going home.” It was ticking closer to midnight and your first San Francisco bar crawl was turning out to be a let down. Of the four bars you’d already been to, the first was filled with snobs, drinking wine and while classical music played quietly in the background. You didn’t even stay for a single drink, Bellamy was pulling you back out of the door before it had a chance to shut behind you. The other three were places the two of you would normally find a good time at, but after a shot or two, the testosterone ridden college jocks would become insufferable at their attempts to flirt. You couldn’t make your disinterest more obvious to them. After paying the cover and walking into the fifth bar, you weren’t feeling very hopeful.

Bellamy looped her arm with yours as you went through the door, “It doesn’t seem terrible.” The space wasn’t very large, but it was especially packed for a Friday night and there was live music, “Oooh, and I think I see potential.” You tried to follow her gaze, but there were too many people to tell who she was looking at.

“Alright, let’s get a drink before you run off to charm some poor boy.” You dragged her to the bar as you both laughed. The bartender greeted you with a nod, “Hi, we’ll take two shots of Jameson and- What do you want, Bell?”

She leaned in close, talking loudly to the bartender, “I want a long island!”

Her nose was tinted red, telling you she was decently buzzed, “Okay. Two shots of Jameson, a long island and I’ll have a whisky ginger, please!” He poured the shots, sliding them over to you, and went about making your drinks.

Bellamy threw her shot back and picked her glass up from the bar top, “I’m gonna try to find that guy I saw when we came in.” She was looking around the space, “Are you gonna be okay?”

“I’ll be fine, B. I don’t need a babysitter.” You took your own shot and placed the tiny glass beside hers, “Go do your thing, babe!” She gave you a hard peck on the cheek before slinking off into the crowd. Part of you wanted to do the same thing; run off to find some cute guy that you could take home… But at the same time, you had no interest in hooking up with a random guy. Back home you had a regular no-strings-attached hookup that you could call to scratch that itch, but here, you didn’t know anybody. And you didn’t give yourself the time to meet new people when all you did was go to work and go home. You ordered another shot as you sat by yourself, occasionally looking around for your friend. After finishing your whisky ginger, you got one more shot or Jameson and stood to go and find her. It had been about a half hour since she’d gone on her search. Weaving through the crowd of people, you started to feel the effects of the liquor, but you pushed through and headed into the bathroom to pee.

When you reemerged, Bellamy was in your face, gushing about the guy she’d seen, “Babe, I found him! He’s so fucking hot. Fuck, I don’t remember his name…” She bit her lip in thought for a moment before shaking her head, “Doesn’t matter. I’ll ask him again later. But he wants to take me back to his apartment.” She let out a squeal loud enough that you could hear it over the band playing on the small stage, “Do you think you can get home by yourself?”

“Wait, you’re leaving? Bellamy, what if this guy is like a murderer?” You were staring at her, trying to focus through the blurring in your vision.

“He studies photography in college, I doubt he’s a murderer, Y/N.” She was practically pleading for your approval with her large, puppy eyes.

You gave it thought before relenting, “I want your location before you even leave this bar.” She pulled her phone out, clicking a few times, and sent your live link for her location. “Thank you. Be safe, Bell. I love you.”

She wrapped her arms around you in a suffocating hug, “I love you more, sweet pea. Let me know when you get home, okay?” You watched her vanish into the sea of bodies again and headed back to the bar to close your tab out.

You climbed onto a stool, waiting for the bartender to finish the flirty conversation he was having with the red headed girl at the opposite end of the bar, when a deep voice startled you, “Funny seeing you here, peach.” You looked up to see Jake sliding onto the stool next to you, “Josh told me you weren’t coming out tonight.”

“Me and Bellamy were looking for a good place to get drinks…ended up here.” You were playing with the straw in your empty glass, poking at the melting ice, “I didn’t know this is where you guys would be.”

“Ah. The infamous Bellamy. Do I finally get to meet her?” He looked around you, trying to figure out which one of the women could be your best friend. 

The bartender came over to you now, asking if you wanted a refill. You politely declined and asked him to close you out., “She left already, unfortunately. Some other time, I guess.” You hopped down from the stool and pulled your dress down over your thighs just as the man laid your card on the bartop, “I think I’m heading out too…I’ll see you Monday, boss.” You flashed him a smile as you turned away and you tripped on air, sending yourself towards the floor.

Jake reached out, hooking an arm around your waist to catch you, “You’re not driving are you?” You could hear the concern in his voice as you shook your head, “Well how are you getting home, Y/N?” He made sure you were steady on your feet before letting his arm drop.

You put your palm over your forehead, squinting through the lights, as you started to realize how much you’d had to drink, “Uhhh…Walking. I’m gonna walk. It’s only a few blocks, I think.” You opened the small bag you were carrying to retrieve your phone, “Shit. Bellamy has the house keys.” You groaned out loud, fanning your face as the room started to tilt and shift, “Is it hot in here? I’m sweating. Are you hot?”

“Let’s get some fresh air, yeah?” He was leading you through the bar quickly, “How much did you drink, Y/N?” His tone was almost scolding, mirroring how your dad might have talked to you after doing something you shouldn’t have, “Y/N, how much?”

The cool air hit your face as you waved dismissively at him, “I like it better when you call me peach.” You could hear yourself slurring the words, “Can you just call me peach, Jake? I like how it sounds coming from these lips.” You poked at his mouth with your index finger. He caught your wrist to stop your prodding but he didn’t pull your hand away from his lips, just kept his eyes locked on your own. That same electric current you felt when he had his hands on your shoulders or every time his fingers would graze your skin in passing, it was there, sparking through your veins and lighting your nerve endings on fire. You leaned into him, so close that you could feel his breath against your face. “I have to go home…” Your voice was a meek whisper as you pulled your arm from his grasp and stepped away.

You barely stumbled to the curb before he was at your side again, “You can’t walk home, peach. Let me get you a lyft or something.” He dug his phone from his pocket, opening up the ride app, while keeping a hand on your waist. “Okay. Ride’s gonna be here in two minutes, you’ll have to tell ‘em your address.” You nodded as you began to sway and your head dropped to his shoulder, “Hey… Hey, are you fucking sleeping? Peach?… Goddammit.”

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The sound of a door closing echoed in your head, forcing your eyes to open. Your hands came up immediately, digging the heels of your palms into the sockets in an attempt to combat the blinding sunlight. Once they were accustomed to the brightness, your eyes wandered, taking in your surroundings. It was a room you didn’t recognize. Did you go home with someone? A feeling of dread started to consume you as you realized the clothes on your body weren’t yours. You sat up in the bed, searching for any indication of who’s bedroom you were in, when a soft knock on the door stole your attention. You stayed silent, unsure if you wanted to know who was on the other side.

“Y/N, are you up?” The voice had you tossing the duvet from your body and clambering out of the bed. You misjudged how far down the floor was, causing you to tumble as you rushed to swing the door open, “Finally… Here.” Jake placed a bottle of water in one hand and a paper coffee cup in the other before turning away, “Water first, then coffee, peach.” You watched him disappear through a doorway as you stared after him in disbelief.

When he didn’t come back after a minute, you placed the drinks on the closest table and followed him. Turning into the room he’d gone into, you found that it was a kitchen and Jake was sitting at the breakfast nook in the corner, flipping through a stack of papers. You studied him for a few silent moments, trying to work up the nerve to ask him a difficult question, “Umm. Jake…” His eyes flicked to you briefly before setting back on the paper. When you didn’t say anything he dropped his pen and fully faced you. Your gaze dropped to your hands as they tugged at the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing.

“I slept on the couch, peach. Nothing happened.” He picked his coffee up, taking a long chug, “Did you drink that water?”

You took a few steps towards him, “How did I end up here?”

He motioned for you to take the seat across from him. Once you sat down, he stood up and left the room, returning a few seconds later with the water bottle and the coffee cup, “Drink.” He pushed the water in front of you, “At least half.” You sat in a glaring match with him until you finally broke and twisted the cap off, chugging it down, “Good job, peach.” He picked the pen up and went back to his paperwork, “Do you remember anything?”

“The last thing I remember is Bellamy leaving the bar and I went to close my tab…Then you were there…” Your eyes shifted back and forth as you combed your brain for any memory, “I think…Fuck, I don’t know. I never get that drunk.” You buried your face in your palms with a whine. “Why am I here? Did you change my clothes?” It sounded like an accusation but you didn’t mean it that way.

Jake let out a quiet chuckle, “You changed your own clothes, Y/N.” He put the pen down again and pushed his papers aside, “You were trying to walk home by yourself last night, could barely stand up straight. I ordered you a lyft to get you home and you passed out while we waited for it.” He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at you, “I don’t know where you live and I wasn’t just gonna leave you on the sidewalk to get yourself home, so I brought you here… You were in and out the whole ride. Once I got you inside, you said you had to pee, so I walked you to the bathroom and left you to do your business, but you were complaining about your dress riding up and you started taking it off.” You could feel your face growing red with embarrassment and he was trying hard to hide his amusement, “I grabbed some shit that I thought you would be more comfortable in and left it on the sink for you. You must have changed at some point, because when you finally came out of the bathroom, you were in the clothes I left and your dress was thrown in my shower…I just put you in the bedroom and let you sleep it off.”

You laid your forehead on the tabletop, “I’m so sorry…” How could you let this happen? Lifting your head to look at him, you caught his eyes, “Thank you, Jake, really. But, I’m so fucking sorry.” Your eyes widened as a realization hit you, “Oh-Oh my god… It’s your birthday… It’s your birthday and I- you just-.”

“Let’s go get breakfast, I’m starving.” He tipped back the last of his coffee and stood up. When you didn’t move, he tapped the table to gain your attention, “Peach. Breakfast. Let’s go.” He nodded towards the doorway.

“Jake, I don’t have clothes. I should just go home.” You finally pushed yourself to your feet, “Where’s my stuff?”

He pulled his phone up to check the time, “It’s in the bedroom and you can wear what you have on. I’ve been waiting all morning for you to wake up so we could eat.” You stared at him, confusion evident on your face, “Jesus, Y/N, go get your things.”

At a loss for words, you scurried around him and back to the room you’d awoke in to gather your stuff. When you came out, he was standing at the front door, holding the booties you wore out the night before. You took them from his hand and slipped them on hastily, “Are you taking me home?”

“After breakfast, peach.” He pulled the door open, ushering you out, and locked it behind him. You tried to protest but he held his finger up to silence you, “It’s my birthday, you can’t be a fucking brat today.” He moved by you, purposely bumping your shoulder as he passed. You rolled your eyes, mumbling to yourself to mock him. He whipped around to face you, “What did you say?”

You plastered on the brightest smile you could muster, batting your eyelashes at him, if only to get under his skin, “Oh… Just happy birthday, Jakey.” He was stuck in place, staring at you with a slight gape to his mouth. You just shrugged and pushed past him, bumping his shoulder right back, as you walked down the apartment building corridor, “Breakfast. Let’s Go.” You looked back at him with a smirk, repeating his own words.

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