#half of this is me insulting him Just to clarify i love him i would NEVER choose favorites......... (lie)

[cconfusedkat]

Part 6 of re-designs—that fucking worm that i hate. Oh brother. The worm. That thing

Leshums 🪱🪱🪱🪱 if you look real carefully i am ripping his branches off his head /affectionate

This is my angry little (6'6) chihuahua he bites and does not play nice

Ok but loll that aside hcs 🫶🫶🫶 i wanted to give him an easier casual outfit instead of the dress he had....... he cares about his sister that much that his little hypothetical scarf is there just in case her bandages come loose!!!! Forgot to add that but yes he is caring i swear

Overall if it wasnt obvious enough this is my favorite design EVER to do whenever i draw him but i RARELY DRAW HIM TO BEGIN WITH..... i made it much more fun for me to draw now so im most likely gonna draw leshy even more!! His stupid cloak makes him look like a sad dog

[readychilledwine]

Rhys w a small reader with a big mouth?

Little Girl, Big Mouth

Rhys with a mouthy reader headcanons

Warnings - implied smut, reader could be seen as trashy but Rhys loves it

A/n - This anon actually came from an IRL friend. She texted me about it, and I had her clarify if she meant a gossip or big mouth as in a girl who is prone to talking shit and fighting. It was talking shit and fighting, so thanks, Sammie 💕💕

Ps- I will figure out what your username is 👀 but you're very sweet for doing this the way the rest of my followers do instead of just texting me first😭

You aren't a doormat. He refuses to let you be seen as one. Even if that means you get into a verbal argument here and there.

Those verbal arguments have gotten physical.

My baby daddy always tells me not to write a check he can't cash (if you don't know what that means, it means don't start a fight that he can't finsh.) You don't have that problem with Rhysand.

If you stand, mouth firing off insults as someone else is, he will stand too. Ride or die, he won't let you fight without him.

And that is if the man isn’t already behind you, warning the male standing over you without even having to speak that if he lays a hand on you or speaks out of line, he will be finding out why Rhysand is proud to be half illyrian.

You do know time and place, but if someone insults your male, your family, or your court first, all bets are off.

Your mouth is equal opportunity. High fae, lower, male, female, high lord? You don't care. All bets are off the table with you. No one is safe.

Beron? Constantly roasting him. Asking him if beating his wife helps him feel like a real male. Keir? Verbally torn apart. How pathetic he must be to think he has some pull when he lost out on being high lord.

Hell, illyrian males aren't even safe from you. Not when three immediately are behind you the second they feel your mood change.

And it isn't that you can't fight. You are well trained and can more than hold your own. He just prefers you let him.

He's only held you back once. It was from Amren, and he hardly caught you in time before you jumped on her.

Cassian was disappointed. He wanted to watch two tiny females wrestle it out. He said it would be better if pretty lacy outfits were involved, but he was ready to settle for you in your dress and Amren in her two piece outfit.

Rhys did not stop you, nor Amren, from tackling Cassian for that comment.

He will throw you over his shoulder, ignoring you as you scream for him to put you down while still running your mouth as you're carried out of the room. But only if family is involved.

Mother knows they are no exception. You all get on each other's nerves from time to time. Besides Azriel. You could never fight Azriel.

Rhys loves it. He loves how spicy you are. He loves how much fight and sass you have. He loves how it's always to people who are mean.

He does love fighting for you as well. Sometimes, he asks you to pick fights when it's someone he has been itching to get his hands on.

He rewards you throughly when you oblige him.

"Where's that big mouth now, darling?" While your back is arched off the bed, and your mind is just a haze. "Thought you had so much to say earlier."

He loves making his girl with so much to say and so many opinions go dumb for him.

He loves it when all you can think to say is his name and barely thrown together words.

He loves putting your mouth to other uses if you start in on him, too.

He'd keep you tucked under his desk for hours, putting your mouth towards something actually useful if you two fight.

And that's rare. Your opinions are normally shared and mutual. It's why you two work. Otherwise, you would be constantly at each other's throats with how vocally dominant you both like to be.

Overall, he'd change nothing about how sassy you can be. He loves you as is. Even if it means you bandaging his hands after a trip to Illyria.

[itsabea]

Drunk!March x Reader who doesn't drink

Description: When you get given some beer from your favourite Blacksmith on a Friday night, who are you to say no? Well, part of you does, since you've never really had alcohol before.

Warnings: slight angst at the end(i didn't mean to- i swear!!), alcohol, swearing, slight social pressure to drink(inflicted by reader),

thank @xxoomiii for getting my brain in a writing mood from her writing. the piece is here for those interested :))

this ended up changing so much from my original idea of "two people getting drunk" to "social anxiety about not drinking alcohol" because i just dont like alcohol- imsorryyyy- i didn't mean to turn it into angst..!!

Part Two: here

You were so ready to have a night at the Inn today. That day was filled with farming, foraging, and fishing, and you were so ready to put down your 'Town Helper' hat and put on your oh, so lovely 'Tired, Rest Needing Citizen' hat.

When you entered the Inn, everyone was doing their own group activities or mingling already. Instead of going to the first group you saw after entering like usual, you decided to take in the whole room for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh. This is exactly what you needed; the cosy atmosphere, the sound of lively chatter, and the tight-knit community of people that were all so welcoming- Well, almost everyone.. But that exception would no doubt be drunk off his chair and have the most joyous grin in the room plastered on his face.

And without a second of delay, you heard March call out to you like clockwork. "Heeyyyy..!! C'mere, c'mere- Haave a drink!" March slurred out after somehow both whining and singing your name.

March's words worked like a charm anyway, having you head to him with a slight eye roll and humoured smile as you went. The thing is, you were quite fond of March- Exceedingly more so when he was drunk, which was a fact you didn't like very much. But either way, something about him had you intrigued and interested in him.

At first it was simply platonic curiosity, like how a scientist would want to test their theory. Only, it didn't stay that way for long, and now you had a much stronger emotion tailing you; having you think about him on a near daily basis.

And now it was a sad routine you'd partake in on a weekly basis: talk to March and get insulted, talk to March and get a huff as reply, talk to March and get told to get out of his way, talk to March and get insulted once again.. And then there was the one day of the week that when you talked to him, he wasn't a complete ass.

It made Friday's so much nicer, even though you still knew it was likely fake.. But at this point you would take whatever you could get.

Scooting in next to March, you smiled at him and pushed back your previous thoughts. "Hey, March. How many drinks are you on now?" You asked with a cheeky grin, only for March to grin back and hold his head up high. "Ten." He said confidently, which only made you burst out laughing at his blatant lie.

"He's on his second beer now." Hemlock clarified by half whispering to you from over bar. After you smiled and nodded at Hemlock as a small thanks, you turned your attention back to March, hoping to have a non insult filled conversation- But you froze, smile dropping when March spoke up.

"Oh, hey! We should get you a drink..! Hey Hemlock, can you get us another beer??" March said, smiling away like an idiot as Hemlock denied him the drink. "Finish the one you've got and if you're still standing we'll talk, March." He said, frowning slightly as March clarified. "No, no..! Not for me." March smile out, pointing to you as Hemlock agreed and set out a beer in front of you.

You didn't quite know what to do.. You've never really drunken alcohol before - apart from the time that you first tried it alone and thought it was disgusting. Should you decline and apologise? Or should you just get it over with and try the dreaded beverage again? After all, it might taste different, and it was March that was paying..

You took an experimental sip, and it defintiely tasted just as bad as when you had first tried alcohol. It was just so.. Yeugh that it made you wonder why people even drink the stuff. So much so that you took another, much smaller, sip to make sure it didn't have a hidden taste to it..

Nope! The before taste, during taste, and after taste were all bad. And after having made he face of slight disgust, you heard March laugh slightly from beside you.

"Hahaha..!! Do you like wine or somethin'??" He asked, making you pout slightly and shift in your seat uncomfortably. "No.. I haven't tried it.." You said, looking down at the beer in your hands with a frown. Maybe if you drank some more, you'd end up liking- "But if you don't like beer and haven't tried wine.." March said, trailing off as he gave himself a moment for his thoughts to catch up to his words.

You decided to give the guy a break and answer for him, not prepared for the reaction you were about to get. "I don't drink.." You mumbled out as March's brain cogs seeming to stop, only to start up again to take in your words. "You don't.. Drink.." He repeated, making you slouch in on yourself in embarrassment. "Oh...." March exclaimed, frowning deeply as you sighed.

This wasn't how your night was supposed to go.. You were supposed to be enjoying yourself, not getting all nervous over some stupid, horrid tasting drink. Part of you wanted to leave.. But the next thing March said kept you in your seat.

open ended?? part 2????

idk but thats it for now cause i'm tired and can't deal with much angst in my word diet(i really didn't mean for this to take that kind of turn.. it was supposed to be fun....!)

[vinylfoxbooks]

June 14 - Attraction | @jegulus-microfic | wc: 557

Lily knew that James was no longer in love with her. She isn’t sure exactly when it started, but he eventually stopped asking her out and started calming down until she decided that they could actually be friends. James has apologized profusely for all of his antics and harassment and she’s consistently forgiven -- especially after learning that James isn’t an annoying asshole. 

Needless to say, Lily has gotten to know James as a person really well. 

She’s also gotten to know what James looks like when he’s attracted to someone. When he’s falling head over heels for someone, even if he’s not screaming it at the top of his lungs like he did with her. 

“So James,” The girl asks, sidling up to her friend. 

“Hm?” It’s barely audible over the noise of the party.

Lily raises her voice and leans in close to practically shout in James’ ear, “Who’s the latest object of your attraction?” “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Lily laughs, “You’ve got this goofy love-sick expression on your face. There’s someone at this party that you’re in love with. Who is it?”

James finally turns to look at her, tearing his eyes away from whoever he was looking at before, offering her a small smile. He takes a swig of his drink before sighing, “You’re gonna laugh at me.”

“I wouldn’t.” Lily reassures, then laughs at the disbelieving look that James sends her, “Okay, maybe I would. But I’ll try to be nice about it. Just tell me?”

James sighs, “It’s… Regulus.”

“Regulus?” Lily asks, “As in Regulus Black?”

“How many Regulus’ do you know?” James asks, sneering at her, “Yes, Regulus Black.”

Lily takes a second to respond, before humming, “I see it.”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” Lily laughs lightly, “I personally wouldn’t date him-”

“You personally wouldn’t date a man.” James says, half snarking, half joking.

“Shut.” She closes her fingers onto her thumb in front of his face, “I wouldn’t date him but, he’s your type. He’s mean, intelligent, unachievable. Pretty.”

“You shut.” James snarks back, “He’s been tutoring me recently and I- Lils, he’s fucking perfect.”

“He’s been tutoring you?” Lily clarifies with a laugh, “With what?”

James laughs back, “Chemistry.” And upon the look that Lily gives him, he puts his hands up defensively, “Literally, he’s helping me with chemistry.”

“You don’t need help with chemistry, James. That’s one of your best subjects.”

“I know, but he doesn’t know that.” James shakes his head, “It’s the only way that I can get close to and talk to Regulus without him getting all pissy at me. Or without Sirius getting upset with me. Or without his friends throwing insults at me.”

“Yeah, why do they do that?”

James shakes his head, “Not a clue. I’m not- I’m not going to do anything about it.”

“Wow, mature.” Lily laughs.

“It’s more that I don’t want to die. Either by Regulus’ hand or Sirius’.” James shakes his head, “Nothing will come of it. I”ll probably stop with the tutoring sessions eventually and try to move on.”

“Well, stop moping about it.” The girl smiles, “Want to get a drink with me? Stop watching him.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s do that.” And with that, the two of them sweep off towards the drink table, both missing the look that Regulus shoots their way.

[t0mkaulitz-luver]

alcoholic bill fucking u rough after getting drunk w tom💞💞💞

ofc i can bae 😝 ALSO for anyone wondering i know this person IRL and we clarified they meant DRUNK bill not alcoholic 😭

a/n: first post ever pls be kind 🙏😭

WARNINGS: smut, filthy smut. drunk!bill dom!bill sub!reader, rough-ish sex, one slap, overstimulation yeah that’s about it

TOM

BILL

Y/N

Y/N POV:

I’m up late waiting for Bill to get home, he went out with Tom a few hours ago so i’m not very worried, he’s in good hands. The movie is playing in the background but im not really focused, i’ve been waiting for Bill to get home for a few hours now and i’m getting bored. As i’m thinking about all things i would do with Bill if he was here (🤨) my thoughts were interrupted by a phone call, it was Tom.

I answered to hear him yelling into the phone over the sounds of a party, half of it was jumbled and i couldn’t hear it, i could hear Bill shouting my name in the background then Tom telling me he was on his way with Bill. I paused the TV nervously waiting for Tom and Bill to arrive, every time i could hear a car outside i hoped it was them, until it was. Before Tom could even knock on the door i was there opening it, Bill was thrown into my arms, his head falling into the crook of my neck, he reeked of alcohol. “He’s been asking for you all night” Tom sighed. “I could only have a few drinks i was too busy babysitting this one” He rolls his eyes upset over his lack of being shitfaced. “Thank you for taking care of him, he can be such a baby when he’s drunk”. Bill whines in my neck not liking my “insult”. Tom scoffs, “Well i should head home, good luck with him.” I lean in to kiss Tom on the cheek goodbye, “Get home safe and text me when you do”, “Will do, auf wiedersehen schatzi”. I wave him off lifting Bill from my grasp, his eyes are low. He’s definitely drunk.

“Hey baby” he leans in for a kiss, i almost gag at the taste of alcohol on his lips, “Hey my love, why don’t i get you upstairs and showered so you can go to bed, hmm?”, i start walking up the stairs with my arm around his waist trying to keep him steady, “I missed you so much tonight liebe, i couldn’t wait to come home and see you”, he stumbles up one of the stairs “i missed you too baby”. I get him upstairs and lead him to our bedroom, i take him into the connecting bathroom and sit him on the toilet. “Sit right here for me while i get the shower ready. okay?”. “Okay -hiccup- liebe”.

I turn around and turn on the shower waiting for it to get warm, i walk back over to Bill to help him get undressed, i remove all his jewelry putting it to the side, i slide his shirt over his head setting it atop of the laundry basket, then i stand him up and undo his belt, removing his pants and finally boxers, i put them with his shirt. Then i start to undress myself, my top first, un-clipping my bra, then i slide my pants down my legs followed by my panties. I kiss Bill on the cheek leading him to the shower, he grabs my hand to guide himself, be seems more steady on his feet though, i get us all showered and cleaned before wrapping a towel around myself and stepping out.

I walk into our bedroom close the curtains and drop my towel turning on only the bedside lamp, then i feel Bill slide his hands around my waist i can feel his boner pressing against my back. “Not now Bill you’re too drunk and you need to get to sleep” i’m firm with him, although i do wish he could just fuck me right now but i have to be responsible. I turn around to face him, his puppy eyes looking at me begging me to bed him, “No Bill, you’re too intoxicated”, “I promise you i’m not schatzi, the shower helped and seeing your body made me so horny” I debate it in my head for a minute, yes i’m horny, yes he’s horny, but isn’t it wrong when he’s drunk? “Please baby, it hurts” He looks down to his throbbing erection, the pain and begging in his eyes makes me give in.

“Fine, but only because i believe you’re sober enough” “Thank you baby, come to me” I walk over to him, his hands snake around my waist pulling me closer so i feel his hard on pressing against my stomach, he pulls me in for a passionate kiss, his tongue leaping into my mouth as my hands fist his hair, i can taste the alcohol in his mouth. His hand pulls me even close before he breaks our kiss, a string of saliva connecting us before breaking as he moves his head towards my neck. He begins nipping and sucking at my sensitive spot, making me let out a quiet breathy moan. He pulls away with a pop satisfied with the purple mark he’s left on my neck.

His hands travel down to my lower stomach before one of his fingers runs through my folds, slowly rubbing my clit in circular motions, my mouths lets out whimpers as i lay my head forward on his shoulder, leaving open mouthed kisses all over, his hand speeds up and my moans get louder, i start to feel my climax building, he senses this and pulls away, i let out a whine at the loss of contact but it’s cut off as he kisses me once again this time rougher, his teeth clashing with mine, his hands slide under my thighs picking me up and throwing me onto the bed, breaking our kiss.

He starts leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to my area, before licking a stripe up “So sweet schatzi, so wet for me” i let out a whimper of frustration and embarrassment, he comes back up to my face and strokes my cheek, his other hand slowly pumping his dick before slapping the tip against my entrance, “Please Billy, i need you, stop teasing me”. “I thought you were against this? me fucking you like this, i guess not”. He slowly inserts his tip into my sopping hole, before thrusting his length all the way in, i let out a cry of pleasure and pain as he fills me all the way up, “Such a tight, perfect pussy liebe, you were made for me” He begins thrusting into me slowly as we both let out heavy breaths, he begins picking up the pace, making my moans get louder, i can feel his tip perfectly hitting the spongey spot inside of me definetly leaving bruising against my cervix, it makes me want to scream. I bite my lip to muffle my noises receiving a light smack against my face “Don’t hide your screams pretty girl i want to hear you”. Somehow he picks up the pace, drilling into me relentlessly, still hitting that perfect spot inside of me, my moans get louder and louder practically screaming at this point, i can feel my climax building up, “BILL- i’m gonna cummmmmm” My moans disrupting my words. “That’s right schatzi, cum all over my cock”. I came with a loud cry of his name, but he doesn’t slow his pace.

Still pounding into me letting out moans and groans as i tighten around him “T- Too much~ mmmmm~ i can’t take it” tears filling my waterline from the pain and pleasure of overstimulation. “You can take it baby i know you can, just a little longer i’m almost there”. Tears completely clouding my vision beginning to fall down my cheeks as his tip repeatedly ruts into my cervix even after cumming. I can feel another one building up as he gets closer, he can feel me tightening around him sensing my second climax. “Cum with me liebe come on” With only a few more thrusts he cums inside me his sticky ropes coating my insides, i came just after him, he pumps a few more times riding out both our highs.

We stay in silence for a few moments as our breathing returns to normal. He slowly pulls out of me, i hiss at the feeling of being empty, our mixed cum beginning to drip out of my hole. Bill leans over grabbing a few tissues wiping us both up, being careful not to overstimulate me even further, he throws the tissues away and comes to lay next to me, he pulls me onto his chest pushing strands of my hair out of my face before kissing my forehead, “You did so well baby, you want to sleep?”. I can only let out a soft hum as he turns off the bedside light and i drift to sleep on his chest.

a/n: not very proofread so there will probably be mistakes

[pberrry]

part 2 !!

rick x sa victim! reader

sorry it took a year😭, this is a long one so prepare yourself

cw- p in v, very gentle sex, protected sex, crying, slight mention of s/a, mostly vague descriptions of genitals/sex

-SPOILER- i started this before the release of season 7 so there’s mentions of rick prime

You licked the last bit of gloppydrop-style ice cream off your lips, looking over at Rick while doing so. The two of you were cooped up in his underground domain. He was working on his latest conquest- finding Rick Prime. You felt obligated to help, but got rejected with a hasty groan every time you attempted to. At this point, you were really just taking up space in the room. Although, you did pass the occasional incredibly technical sci-fi piece of equipment to Rick.

“H-Hey, Y/n, pass me that- that thing right there,” Rick said, pointing in a vague way towards your general direction.

“What thing?” You looked behind you, confused.

“That- that!” Rick said, moving his finger in the slightest, “you fucking dumbass, I’m pointing right at it!”

“Sorry!” You apologized frantically.

Rick groaned.

“Don’t be. Let’s- let’s take a- blueeerrgh- break.” Rick said, getting up from his spot on the chair.

“Yea, okay,” you stayed grounded in your seat, eyes following Rick’s figure steadily as he walked towards you.

“Look, l-listen Y/n. I- blueearghheh- I didn’t mean to make you… make you uncomfortable or anything last- blrrrygh- last night. So don’t fucking use it against me.”

A giggle escaped your mouth.

“What?” Rick looked back at you, insulted, an annoyed glare etched in his eyebrows.

“It’s nothing. Just weird hearing you apologize,”

“Don’t get used to it dumb-errrgh-ass,” he groaned.

The two of you stayed silent for a second.

“I’m sorry if I lead you on or something. I- I really didn’t realize I was,” you apologized.

“You weren’t,” Rick stated bluntly. “It’s fine.”

Goddamn, maybe Summer and Morty were right about this man having a soft spot for you.

“And just to clarify, I wasn’t rejecting you,” You said, looking up.

“Y-you weren’t?” He paused for a moment, you had caught the man off guard. “I mean, of course you fu-euuueghhh-cking weren’t.” He says with that smug grin of his. He’s trying to cheer you up.

“And… I’m sorry I didn’t explain stuff to you.” You say, suddenly looking downwards.

Rick could tell how much you hated talking about it. The way you shifted slightly, the way you started fidgeting with your hands and the way your gaze avoided his. Your mouth peaked open slightly, only to shut again as your thoughts scrambled around, trying to decide the wording of your next sentence. He was staring at you, waiting with that harsh deadpan expression of his.

“Rick, do you think you could… help me?” You ask, fingers dancing nervously in your lap.

“‘Help’ you?” He repeated, a sneaking suspicious as to what you meant crawling up his spine and getting the gears in his head grinding.

“Help me, like… get over my fear. Of having sex.”

That statement hit him like a pile of bricks. Of course, he had half-expected it, but hearing you say it was something else entirely. For a moment he just stared at you. He just couldn’t understand why the fuck you would pick him.

“You want me-bleurrghhh-to what? Sweetie I’m willing- but I’m not sure choosing me is the brightest fucking idea.”

“Why not?” You asked, intrigue lacing your louder-than-usual voice.

“Come on, Y/n.”

“Come on, what?” You ask. “You don’t have to question my reasoning, you’re doing a good deed anyways.” You say, an almost pleading look in your eyes.

“Is it?” He retorts, grunting lightly.

You nod your head. He gives you a troubled, almost hesitant expression with a groan. Yea, of course he’d love to fuck you. Just not in these… circumstances. He would hate himself if he was responsible for hurting you, especially in the way that other person had.

“Fine.” He almost spits out. “When would you like me-bleurrghhh-to have sex with you?” He asks, bluntly.

“…now?” You respond.

He perks up, tilting his head a little and giving you a look that says ‘this is your last chance to back out’, before clicking a button and setting the garage into soundproof mode. Surprisingly, the work bench beside you began to rearrange itself into something a bit more… comfortable? Making you wonder why he had that function wired into his work bench, but of course the man was kind of a whore. You assumed that was where you were supposed to sit, so your plopped yourself down right there as you waited for Rick. The man was scrambling around for something in one of the drawers, when he pulled out a condom and some lube. He sat it beside you.

This was it. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, almost to the point you feared Rick might be able to hear it.

“Do you want a Xanax… or something?” He asked, a poor attempt at calming your nerves, to which, you shook your head.

“Stand up.” He said plainly, and you thought his words might knock the wind out of you.

Once you stood up, you could literally almost feel your knees buckle from how nervous you were. You felt his hands slip around your shoulders and grip them, cautious of his hands going places that may make you uncomfortable.

He leaned in, placing an unexpected kiss on your lips. Before you knew it, you were deepening the kiss, encouraging him to also. And that he did. His tongue slipped in your mouth, exploring what could possibly have been the best thing he ever tasted. After a few minutes, he lowered himself to his knees, an aged groan escaping his mouth. Although it was a bit embarrassing, his hardened dick was already straining uncomfortably against his jeans at just the action of kissing you.

He placed his hands on the hemline of your jeans, looking up at you for permission. You nodded hesitantly as you began to feel the cold air hit your exposed thighs, your jeans crumpling down at your ankles. Rick couldn’t wait.

He slipped your panties down, rough and calloused fingers meeting your plump skin. He slid them between your folds, rubbing you in little circular motions which made your legs jerk and shake lightly. His movements were slow and deliberate, observing your expressions carefully for and signs of discomfort. When he didn’t see any, he leaned in, propping your leg up on his shoulder. He buried his head between your legs, his tongue beginning to work it’s expertise on you. He gently eased his fingers into you, trying to lessen the pain you might be feeling by increasing the speed of his tongue. After all, you had been celibate for many years after what had happened to you, and he knew you probably weren’t used to the feeling.

Your fingers intertwined with his blue locks of hair, little moans and whines escaping you. You could feel your hips grind ever so slightly against his tongue and fingers, pushing you to orgasm. He curled his fingers, making you arch your back and let out a cry of pleasure. It comforted you some; knowing he was below you and not the other way around. His tongue lapped away at you with precision, liked he’d done this thousands of times and perfected the art.

With one final tremble of your legs, you came on his fingers. Rick couldn’t help the grin pulling at the side of his lips at the sight of your pleasured expression, and the cum coating his fingers. With one swift motion, he licked the cum off his fingers, causing your heart to pound inside your chest. His hands slipped around your waist, gripping you tightly and propping you up onto the workbench table with ease. Your hands held onto his wrists tightly, as if wanting control over his movements. He didn’t mind.

“You okay? Want me to continue?” He asked, staring down at you.

You nodded, breath heavy and anxious. The sound of his fly unzipping sent chills down your spine, unknowingly causing tears to well up in your eyes. You didn’t notice until Rick used his thumb to gently soothe your under-eye. He grabbed the lube, gently coating your entrance, before grabbing a condom and slipping it over himself.

“Lay down.” He instructed, his hand on your back to provide comfort against the hard table.

He leaned over you, pressing his head to your entrance. He gently eased into you, muttering a string of praises and soft words of encouragement.

“Good, only a little more…” He said softly, his dick still pushing into you and making a small whine leave your mouth.

He let out a low groan once he was as far as he could go, looking up at you with an oddly flushed face.

“Can I move?” He asked, his voice weirdly gentle.

You nodded, and began to feel his warm mass glide back in forth inside of you. You could feel a wetness gliding down your cheek, realizing you were crying. Rick did a good job of wiping your tears while simultaneously encouraging you. One of his hands moved to your hips, gripping it lightly to keep you in place. His other hand focused on wiping away your tears and ruffling your hair a little to calm your nerves. His hips moved back and forth in a intimate dance of love and lust for you, slowly gaining speed.

“Fuckkkk… don’t cry, sweetheart..” He groaned out, his eyes shut tightly in bliss.

Feeling the pleasure built up intensely inside him, he pulled out and came against your stomach, condom basically filled to the brim. Both of you were panting, flushed messes. It took Rick a few moments to compose himself, taking off his condom and tossing it into a nearby trash can. The sight of you, laying there, all flushed and sweaty, almost made him cum again. He helped you sit up, wiping your tears a little.

“You okay?” He asked, his voice gruff as per usual but his actions told otherwise.

“Yea…” you answered, words heaved out because of your stolen breath.

In a gesture very unlike him, Rick pulled you close, hugging you to his chest and petting your head affectionately.

He definitely had a soft spot for you.

He grabbed a clean towel, gently wiping you off. After he was done, he grabbed the hoodie you had previously discarded and pulled it over you. He picked you up, allowing your legs to straddle his waist and your arms to latch onto his neck. You found yourself oddly worn out in his arms, sleep’s embrace tempting you. He carefully laid you on the spare bed he sometimes slept in while in his random, obsessive bursts of searching for Rick prime. He seemed to think for a moment, debating wether he should go back to working on his conquest or joining you in a nap. He chose the latter.

ty for reading!!! hope you enjoyed

[dragonsdendoodles]

Dunno if this has been mentioned, but can we talk about (in A Map of Days) Enoch teasing Horace about gaining weight when he complains about the sodium content in pizza?? 😭

So that scene is... weird. To me. Because that part specifically I don't particularly know how to feel about, but the scene itself is my favorite scene in the whole series.

Talk of whatever the fuck was going on in this bit below the cut. Trigger warnings in the tags. (This one is long. There's a TLDR at the bottom.)

This is also a pretty tricky subject, so if I say something stupid, please please please correct me.

Before anything else: a very common interpretation of this scene is that it's hinting at Horace having an eating disorder. I am not here to tell you that interpretation is invalid, because it's not. It was not my interpretation, but it makes complete sense to me. I am not the right person to talk about that interpretation because while I do experience body dysmorphia and dysphoria, I have never had an eating disorder. So I'm not gonna do that.

My personal interpretation of this scene was that Horace is a picky eater and also has body issues and/or body dysmorphia, because those are both things I can relate to. That has always been my interpretation, and after several rereads that's what makes the most sense to me personally. I could be wrong. This is entirely my own interpretation and opinion.

Completely literally, this is what the full conversation tells the reader, before it's brought around to Millard being sent out for the second half of what we want to joke about:

Claire likes pizza.

Horace does not. He picks at it, commenting on the sodium content.

Enoch jokes that Horace doesn't want to get fat and laughs at the mental image.

Horace corrects him, claiming it's more about his clothes, then insults what Enoch's wearing, comparing his clothes to flour sacks.

Enoch specifies where he got his clothes in an effort to dispute Horace's point.

Claire further specifies Enoch's clothes came from a corpse.

Enoch makes a joke about getting clothes at funeral parlors.

Horace loses his appetite at Enoch's comment.

Miss Peregrine scolds Horace for not finishing his food. Horace reluctantly complies.

Horace expresses jealousy over Millard's peculiarity, stating that he could gain as much weight as he wanted without anyone noticing.

Millard clarifies that he's actually decently skinny.

The conversation moves on to Millard's lack of clothes.

If we go over it point by point and dig a little more into it, we get a few more details, which I think are relevant for the most part, so that's what I'm gonna do.

Claire likes pizza. Not particularly important to the scene other than starting it, but a cute detail nonetheless. We love cute details about Claire.

Horace does not. He picks at it, commenting on the sodium content. Horace does not like pizza and Horace does not like olives. (Agreed on the pizza point, but I will gladly take those olives if you don't want them, Horace.) The big thing here is that "There's more sodium in this than in the whole Dead Sea" comment, which isn't a concern someone his age should be having.

Enoch jokes that Horace doesn't want to get fat and laughs at the mental image. The problem child of the scene, because that's a really mean joke to make about someone, Enoch. Thus far the sodium comment makes it debatable how affected Horace would be about it, but still, not cool, man.

Horace corrects him, claiming it's more about his clothes, then insults what Enoch's wearing, comparing his clothes to flour sacks. This is the interesting part to me, because in seemingly trying to return Enoch's rude joke, Horace somewhat confirms that Enoch hit close enough to home to get under his skin. The specific line in question is, "That I'll bloat. My clothes are tailored just so, unlike the flour sacks you wear," which brings up another thing--these books have a habit of finding ways to call Enoch fat. Occasionally it'll be through deliberately calling something about him pudgy, and more often than not it's through stereotyping (you have twelve important characters and you picked the one established fat kid to be the one constantly talking about and stealing food? Really? Olive or Horace would've worked just as well, but whatever,) but this is one of the only times it comes from another character's mouth. This isn't just a comment, this is deflection. Horace is hurt by Enoch's comment, so he takes the first opportunity he gets to turn it back on him. This is deliberate. (We'll touch on this and the last point again later.)

Enoch specifies where he got his clothes in an effort to dispute Horace's point. He's focusing on the "flour sack" comment, not the implications of it or anything else about what Horace just said. It's just Enoch being Enoch and responding to Horace taking his bait. It reminds me of the scene in MPHFPC where Horace and Enoch suggest gross things for dinner to tease Olive and Claire. (Which I can confirm was them, but that's a different post.)

Claire further specifies Enoch's clothes came from a corpse. Again not super relevant, but not uncommon, fun fact. During the French Revolution when someone died they would immediately start taking the clothes off of them because I mean they're dead, they don't need it anymore. Just something I think is cool.

Enoch makes a joke about getting clothes at funeral parlors. Back to my MPHFPC point, Enoch has been established to be willing to say things just to freak people out. Just because Horace did it with him does not make him immune to it.

Horace loses his appetite at Enoch's comment. Reasonable reaction. I don't want to hear about leaking corpses when I'm already being forced to eat something I don't particularly enjoy. Like pizza.

Miss Peregrine scolds Horace for not finishing his food. Horace reluctantly complies. Classic parent move. It does suggest that the previous conversation isn't very concerning to her, because if it was she'd have said something during it, and she isn't someone who would hear that about one of her kids and just not care if it was something bad. Personally this lowers my concern level a bit, but I also like Miss Peregrine a lot more than other people I've talked to about this, so take that with what you will.

Horace expresses jealousy over Millard's peculiarity, stating that he could gain as much weight as he wanted without anyone noticing. The other concerning comment Horace makes. It all but confirms he is struggling with body image issues of some kind, though we don't know how severe they are. It confirms that Horace's reply to Enoch wasn't just about his clothes, and that if Enoch didn't hit the nail on the head he came pretty close.

Millard clarifies that he's actually decently skinny. This is something we kind of already knew, it just clarifies Millard's body type a bit more. In MPHFPC when he faints Enoch says it's because he "ain't as fit as he pretends to be," so now we have a little bit of detail on that. Regardless, I don't think it particularly helped the situation, but that's unfortunately a theme for Millard in this book.

The conversation moves on to Millard's lack of clothes.

Essentially, the big things we learn from this conversation are that Horace is insecure about his body and that he will tolerate Enoch poking fun at him about it.

The whole conversation, at least Enoch and Horace's contributions to it, revolve around their insecurities or lack thereof. Horace all but confirms he has body issues, and Enoch could honestly go either way: he doesn't react at all to Horace's jab back at him, he only focuses on the insult about his clothes. Enoch could not care how his body looks at all, or he could have avoided responding because Horace's comment had the same effect that his had. We can't tell from that alone, but I'm leaning towards the first option, because in the same book Horace comments on Olive eating a lot and Enoch jokes about her gaining weight as well. (Olive doesn't respond, Olive doesn't care.) His comment to Olive is more lighthearted than this, which I don't think it would be if it were also an insecurity of his.

The reason my feelings are conflicted about this scene is the way Horace and Enoch talk during it. This is played as a joke, it's very obviously meant to be comedic banter between two characters who are known to take shots at each other for the sake of comedy. That's all well and good, but this scene also proves that Enoch touched a decently sensitive nerve here, and Horace doesn't respond particularly uncomfortably. Yes, he deflects, but it reads as if they can only have this conversation because of how comfortable they are with each other. Horace avoids situations that make him uncomfortable, so if he was hurt too badly by Enoch joking about his body issues he'd have shut the conversation down instead of biting back. Enoch is also established in nearly all of the books to care very deeply about his loopmates and their feelings--if he genuinely hurt Horace, he'd have stopped completely, as shown with Bronwyn about Victor in MPHFPC. They've also known each other for what is implied to be nearly if not the whole time the initial Cairnholm loop was open, after seventy years being as close as they are shown to be they would know each others' insecurities. Enoch's significantly more likely to test Horace's limits, but he's absolutely smart enough to know what buttons he can and cannot push: look at the fight he has with Jacob at the end of AMOD. He cuts pretty deep at the end there, but had he not known (or cared) about Jacob's issues with Abe, he'd have said a lot more than, "You're not Abe, so stop trying to be," and he'd have said it a lot sooner.

It's a conversation that flows somewhat naturally and is portrayed a lot lighter than most people would take it, and arguably lighter than it probably should be. The way it reads to me is similar to how my boyfriend and I would talk and joke about our own insecurities, which leads me to believe they can only do this because they know they both know the boundaries. No boundaries appear to have been crossed here from both of their reactions, and this scene is all but forgotten when it's over. If anything this solidifies to me that the narrative wants us to interpret them as very close if not best friends, because a conversation like this wouldn't have happened otherwise. Horace doesn't let random people bully him. He threatened to bite someone, remember. He threatened to hit Jacob once too.

Personally, their exchange is far from a normal conversation, but I think that's the point. Narratively speaking, Enoch and Horace's friendship is fucking weird--you tell me why the nervous yet arrogant neat freak spends most of his time with the jerkwad who probably doesn't shower unless he's forced to and frequently bullies him. Their entire dynamic revolves around lovingly picking on your best friend. The whole point of this conversation is to strengthen that idea in the reader's mind, that they're close enough to be able to take these shots at each other without worrying they're going to hurt the other. Yes, Horace is implied to have gotten hurt, but at most it's only slightly. He doesn't react too much to it other than making a couple of concerning comments about his own image, which are pretty much immediately moved on from because at the end of the day it's really not all that important.

TLDR: It's a weird conversation about a touchy subject that is promptly forgotten about afterwards, which implies neither Horace nor Enoch think it's too big of a deal. Ultimately, it doesn't matter to anything other than giving us insight into Horace's character and Enoch and Horace's weird-ass friendship. It's not a comfortable conversation for anyone except them, and I'm pretty sure that's the whole point. The whole scene overall is still my favorite in the series, because I think it sets up what AMOD's going to be pretty nicely and my juvenile sense of humor means Enoch's singular allotted dick joke was a lot funnier than it probably should've been to me. (Sorry, Millard.)

[moonlight-tmd]

how would the cons, bots, and elite bots react to the fact bee's parents are basically their gods

how would sari react too????

I love this au so much <3333 (it's funny af and has great potential for chaos)

Well, the others wouldn't really know they are gods since Primus and Unicron are not allowed to reveal themselves- hence the disguises and alias'. Bee knows they're gods but he's not allowed to speak about it either, he only refers to them as Sire and Papa anyway.

While Prisma and Unis know they are the gods, they speak about their god-names as if they were separate beings(mostly when they're arguing) to keep their covers- religion is a minority on Cybertron since the war began so it's rare to see someone speak about the gods so much. They are seen as religious to say the least.

When Unis shows up in earth he's wrecking shit up for fun and the autobots come to stop him- he does his gig with "you have no chance against me! I will destroy you!" before he notices the tiny yellow bot standing in the group and changes his attitude to happy-go-lucky, The others are very confused and alarmed when Bee runs towards te colossus, even more so but add shocked when he picks Bee up and starts baby-talking to him and Bee yells; "Meet my Creator!"

They are sceptical and wary of Unis cuz this mech just threatened to kill them and now he's acting all friendly and good. He straight up says he was gonna destroy the planet for fun but he can't do that since his beloved sparkling (and his friends) live here.

And so Unis is a "guest" in the plant for few weeks. He's like gremlin-mode Bumblebee but worse- he dubbed Sari an abomination when Bee introduced her to him, Unis was quick to clarify he likes her very much and insults are his way of showing affection(in a way). She was hurt at first but quickly got used ot this weird affection Bee's dad gave her. She likes to go messing around with them in the middle of nowhere sometimes.

He doesn'd do shit when there's something bad happening and the team has to go take care of it. In fact, half of the calls happen cuz he's causing trouble. He's also encouraging Bee causing mischieft and doing pranks and saying he's "going in his Creator's pedesteps".

Unis had bragged about being the strongest warrior in the entire reality known, he's detroyed planets single-handedly and wrecked thousands of soldiers that happened to get in his way. Team Prime has a reason to be wary of him, not just because he's a giant.

The Decepticons straight up skidaddle on the sight of him- he's triple the size of Blitzwing AND wielding a giant double-sided axe. One time Megatron got his servos on Bee and threatened the other Autobots that he'll hurt him, Unis seemed to just materialize out of thin air behind him and politely got his attention before he suplexed him with one servo. The 'cons are straight up avoiding the yellow mini now in both fear of what other fucked up abilities he has and because they don't wanna be pavement on the courtesy of his apparently Creator.

Sentinel is giving Bee all the respect and praise he "held back on" the moment Unis approaches him from behind while Sentinel is trash-talking Bee and excuses them both so they can go on the promised treasure hunt.

While Unis does seem like the strongest in the universe, he's not on either side of the war. He calls it stupid and says that he "spreads the chaos equally".

Then Prisma shows up. He drops from the sky and seizes Unis by his horn. He says few things to his "little sunray" and promises to visit soon before leaving thru a "space bridge" with his husband.

Bee then tells them that was his Sire.

If Ratchet was questioning how this colossus Unis managed to take care of such tiny Sparkling like Bee then now he's questioning how the frag Bee is so small if he got 2 literal giants for Creators- and he doesn't look like he was adopted by them.

And yeah, Prisma does show up unexpectedly like a week later- they find him sitting in the main room with Bee, he was recovering from an injury so they left him in base for the call and when they come back- oop, there's a fucking huge airplane just sitting in the plant. How did he fit in the room? None of them know!

Surprisingly, Prisma is very likeable and they actually get to be kinda friends with him instead of being afraid- well, they're still scared cuz he does clarify he'll send Unis to wreck chaos if something happened to Bee but he's not as aggressive as Unis. He's not even violent- physically at least. He's also on neither side of the war- he says it's a pointless tragedy and he's giving help to anyone in need.

Prisma is similar to Prowl actually, he's calm, respectful and the responsible parent- he doesn't let Bee cause any trouble (most of the time). He actually made Bee apologize when he called Prowl's documentaries boring; "Just because his interests don't align with yours, it doesn't mean they are any less than what you enjoy." He has said.

Now, the 'cons and Elite Guard are still scared shitless from Unis' visit so they also avoid him. Bee and Sari have the fun flying together in his cockpit and seeing stars and galaxies from the "projector"- it's like they were actually in space!

Prisma leaves and things have quieted down. But all of the eath transformers were traumatized enough to treat Bee with respect. His team still bosses him around a bit cuz he is a teammate but they certainly are worried of what might happen if they so much as insulted him. But the tension shrinks the further Bee's parents' visits were in the calendar.

Now i have few funny ideas with BlitzBee and "meeting the in-laws" that i vaguely mentioned in this post. But i also think ProwlBee would fit. Feel free to send questions about whichever you want.

[persage]

FORGIVEN- Brian Otis Zvonecek

Summary: You and Brian haven't seen each other for months, distanced by pain and resentment, but the past comes back to knock at the door a night like any other (but not without the help of Brett and Joe )

Warnings : Mention of Panic Attack and past abusive relationships

17.30 PM

"For the last time, Sylvie: I don't intend to come at any double date with... her." It's been about ten times that Otis has told her this, yet his friend hasn't stopped pestering him since the morning.

"It's not a double date!" Sylvie replies "You are just coming to the the Street Food Expo  with me, Joe and y/n."

"And I bet it's a coincidence that we are four people and two of us are a couple and then there's me and y/n. If this isn't a double date..." He mutters, shaking his head.

"Come on," She pleads "if you'll come, y/n won't be hanging around me and Joe all the time but at the same time she won't be in danger being alone at home. You know, since she has broken up with that asshole, Marcus, he follows her everywhere. He has even stopped by my apartment a few times, we haven't opened the door but it was scary as hell."

Otis tries to ignore the painful pinch in his chest at the mention of Marcus and the fact that he is now your ex. He tries to stop the anger that boils in his veins at the idea that someone could even think of hurting you. "Right, and you can't ask anyone else?"

This is not how he wants to say it, he doesn't know why words escape his lips like this. "No Otis, I can't and you know it too. You were her best friends, you still are." He shakes his head again, Brett nails him with an accusing look. "Come on, I'm begging you. If you don't want to do it for her, do it for me."

And truth is, Brian would do anything for you.

He has already done it, everything.

He has tired to save you for two years from that toxic and wrong relationship you got yourself stuck into, getting a door in his face and a broken heart in return. When Marcus has forced you to choose one day, you've chosen him.

"I don't even like the expo" He replies but now he's already convinced to come and Brett knows it.

"Pick us up at half past eight, be punctual and..." "But I do not -"

"Be on time and wear something nice, okay? You never know what can happen" After lingering for several seconds and insulting himself with at least fifteen different offensive expressions, in fact, Otis sighs and gives up.

"Alright then."

"Oh thanks!" Sylvie throws her arms around his neck, euphoric

"Thank you, thank you, tha –"

"Let's be clear about one thing, though" he interrupts her without breaking away "first: you owe me a favor, and secondly... You are aware that if this is a move to clarify things between me and y/n it won't work, right?" Brett giggles in amusement, pulling away but still holding him by the shoulders.

"Don't worry Otis, this night is for me not for you."

And Brian doesn't know why, but when Brett leaves a strange feeling pushes between in his chest and throat, something like an itch that he can not soothe. "But if you still want her, I'm sure y/n needs you"

This perhaps makes him feel almost worse.

9.15 PM

Friday night is almost as sacred to you as Christmas to your mother. Although practically everyone thinks of you as a pub girl, you love to spend Fridays at home, on the sofa wearing only a tank top, bra free, with sweatpants, a glass of wine and Marcus by your side back during the good old days, when he still was the guy you fell in love with in high school.

There was another time then when your Friday nights - but also your Saturdays and Tuesdays - were the Mollys.

Brian, to be more specific.

Your Fridays has been Brian at one point. When with Marcus it was all ups and downs, all messed up and sad and pathetic, you have found yourself there more and more, with that sweet, nice fireman you had slept with once, during one of the many breakups with Marcus, and who then somehow had became your best friend.

A friendship you've always  paid dearly for.

A punch once. A kick in the ribs. A glass on the head yet another time. Every time Marcus has remembered that Otis was still  part of your life, it has gotten worse. And you have accepted everything, without saying anything to Brian, because you were sure that if he knew that what you were going through was somehow his fault - of his texts and his calls-  then he would have felt guilty forever and you didn't want to. Also he was going to kill Marcus, and you didn't want that too. He would have tried to save you. Indeed he did it to be honest, after two years of friendship, after two years of lies and subterfuge, after two years in which you swore you had left Marcus so many times.

"It's really over" but then you always came back to him and Brian could only watch you self-destruct in the name of your sick love, of a life you didn't deserve, a man who have convinced you that you're worthless without him.

And that's how you feel now: worthless and pathetic.

Brian has tried to save you, even putting Antonio in the middle and reporting Marcus.

He did it without your knowledge, while you were still unconscious in a hospital bed, after Marcus threw you down the stairs.

A concussion, bruised face, broken rib and arm. Even that wasn't enough to make you give up.

"I fell" You have said to the police, saving his ass again one time.

"You didn't have the right" you have yelled at Brian, later, with an IV still in your body. He couldn't look at your swollen and pale face, he couldn't touch your cold skin. He couldn't accept that the best person he knew, the only woman in the world from whom he had willingly accepted a friend-zone because he would have wanted you in his life in any way, the person he called at the end of every difficult shift and  knew how to calm him like no one else in the world, you, his precious y/n were a mess of bruises, tears and broken bones.

In his heart he blamed himself for everything, because he should have stopped it, he should have killed Marcus, he should have asked you out after your first -and only- night together instead of waiting days just to find you with him again.

He should have understood sooner that he was the right man for you, gathered courage and stepped forward.

Brian could not understand that you can't save someone who doesn't want to be saved.

"I can stand up for myself"

"Oh I. see it. Fuck I'm tired of finding you like this, I'm tired of standing still while you let that son of a bitch kill you."

He raised his voice and waved his hands in the air gesturing in a way that for some reason scared you and covered your face to protect yourself.. Your body instinctively reacted to the only thing it knew by now: violence and Brian looked at you with the biggest eyes in the world, scared of himself.. He brought a hand to his face, trying to hide how much that gesture of yours struck him, then he leaned towards you and gently as if you were made of glass, he embraced you.

It was the last time.

When you met again, Brian was at your door. When you met again, you had just discovered that no, he hadn't given up on the Marcus investigation and had continued to put Voight and his bloody cop friends in the middle.

"I did it because I'm your friend y/n fuck"

You opened the door just enough to see his face collapse as you yelled.

"Then maybe you shouldn't be. I don't need you"

It's been four months. Somehow you found the courage to leave Marcus when you saw him try to lay hands on Sylvie, one evening when she came by to see how you were doing. 

You've moved in with her, you've taken your life back in your hands . You've never seen Brian though.

"Hurry up y/n" Brett intimates.

"Take it easy, Joe will surely be late anyway" You reply, putting on your lipstick.

"There's been a change of plans," Syilvie says hastily, pulling on her black boots.

"Joe and Otis will be picking us up in a bit."

"When were you going to tell me he's coming too?" you scream, your voice  high-pitched, smearing lipstick in your cheeks in anxiety. You clean yourself quickly, so hard it feels like you want to peel off your skin and you try not to notice the way your heart has started pounding at the mention of his name.

You tell yourself that you can do it, that it's okay, that you're ready to see him again even if you know it's not true. For a moment a little voice whispers in you ear that you shouldn't go with them, but you can't: the idea of being alone still scares you.

"Please wipe that depressed look off your face" she begs.

"You know what's depressing? The fact that you have invited him because I can't be alone, at my age. It's all so absurd."

You shake your head, trying to smile

"Of all the people in the world you had to invite him? You couldn't invite... I don't know, Kelly? Dawson?" You ask, putting on your favorite jacket at full speed.

"Because he's your best friend and you miss him more than you care to admit and he's the only one you wouldn't be ashamed to tell what Marcus is still doing to you. Besides, I know he's the only one you could bear to spend some time with right now, he's special to you." she replies, bringing out the best of her innocent expressions, while you roll your eyes and just pray that it will end quickly.

You like less and less the fact that deep down you know how right Sylvie is: Brian Zvonecek is without a shadow of doubt the only person in the world who has managed to understand you, he was also the only one to touch the deepest strings of your heart when you thought it was made of stone after all the years with Marcus.

He has crushed your soul in a way no one had before and he did it with kindness and delicacy, without having to do anything more than be himself.

He has taught you to still believe in good people and in true love, the one made of caresses, of sharing, of sweetness.

You've figured it out too late and repaid him treating his like he didn't matter, like he wasn't important.

You know it's his greatest fear, being abandoned, being left behind, being less important to others, being the last wheel in the cart and you hurt him in the worst way.

No matter how much Sylvie and Joe keep telling you that it's not true, that in cases like yours it's a normal reaction, that Marcus has manipulated you for a long time, that Otis doesn't see it that way and that he will understand if you talk to him: you just can't look at his face now.

9.45 PM

"I still don't understand why I can't be in the front sit." Otis mutters, turning to look out the window at the Chicago nightscape.. It's just the beginning of the evening and he's already tired of the palpable tension between you two, he's tired of having to keep his head turned away because he can't bear the sight you, he's tired of feeling your eyes on him.

"Come on man. Sylvie 's my girlfriend it's normal that I make her sit here, Have you ever heard of gallantry?" Otis shakes his head. "Yes right, gallantry"

Sylvie turns towards you, she gives you a look to give you courage but you don't speak, you remain silent, you throw a few glances at Brian from time to time that he doesn't reciprocate and you are here, still, to torture your hands wondering if you should have stayed at home.

He hates you.

He hates you and you can't stand it.

When Cruz's car stops suddenly to avoid colliding with another car you are thrown forward hard. It's an instantaneous gesture, so quick, fast and natural that he doesn't realize it and maybe not even you. Not really.

In a second the fireman's arm is in front of you, as if to protect you, keeping you in your place, avoiding any kind of danger.

You don't even hear Joe and Sylvie's curses, you and Brian are still in your moment, still In the instant in which after so many months your bodies are touching again, and under layers of clothes you can both feel a shiver shaking your bodies .

"Everything Okay?" He asks, his voice shaking, realizing what he's just done. He withdraws his arm slowly, reluctantly. He hates to admit it, but he would like to stay like this forever.

This little contact, it seems enough for him and he feels like a fool.

A poor idiot in love.

You nod. "Everything fine?" You ask, looking directly at his face for the first time. You've missed his dark eyes so much that you can't quantify it in words, so much that the world exists only in his gaze and you wonder how you haven't realized before all this, how wonderful and big his eyes are.

How much you need his gaze on you.

He reciprocates with an intensity that scares you, that doesn't seem real. Marcus has never looked at you like that. Not even once.

Not even at the beginning.

Brian, he has looked at you like that all the time.

If he's still looking at you like that then maybe he doesn't hate you.

But then, as soon as he comes to his senses, his gaze returns hard, cold, distant, all hope is lost.

When the car starts again, he turns around and puts a distance between you two. The world is suddenly colder. He shifts his eyes to you, again and again, being careful not to be noticed.He thinks you are beautiful. He thinks you're beautiful and you seem better off without that asshole.

He can't help but be happy about it.

"It's going to be a long night," Joe murmurs softly.

I'm sure of that too, Otis thinks, still looking at you sideways.

He's never been lucky with love, of course, but with you it's something that goes beyond love, beyond friendship, beyond everything. Something he can't describe or name, but still hurts terribly

10 PM

Brian doesn't hate y/n, at all. He could never, not even when you  have decided to cut all ties. What makes him angry is never being able to fully understand you.

You are a mystery, even though he knows you so well. One second you're a strong and independent woman, the best he knows, the most talented, the liveliest and nicest, the next you're Marcus' puppet, silent at her side, submissive, afraid and dull.

Sure, it's not your fault, but he can't help but get angry to see how you let an ordinary man shut down someone as amazing as you, it angers him to know how little  respect you have for yourself to think you deserve something like this. No matter if it's over, Brian will carry this anger with him forever maybe.

Brett goes out of the car, clutching Cruz's arm, announcing that they're going to go for a walk on their own.

"No" You say instinctively. "I mean, I thought we were supposed to be together." You continue then, hoping you haven't offended Brian.

"We need to discuss something, then we'll catch up with you" Brett replies winking at Otis and walking away before he can reply.

Cruz doesn't know if his friend has the  strength to do it anyway. He is confused and upset to have you here again, Joe knows this and isn't entirely sure of Brett's plan.

"You're crazy" Joe whispers.

"They both need it, I can't take it anymore"

"You realize we're pretending to still be together just for them, Sylvie, you're crazy"  Joe shakes his head.

"it's crazy that those two don't talk to each other anymore"

Brian watches you, the way you bite your nails tense, the way you move your knee, and bite your lip. You are agitated and something more: scared. "Everything Okay?" He asks, his voice hoarse.

"Yes, yes, don't worry, it's just that I haven't imagine a night like this"

"And how have imagined it?" He asks. You shake your head, smile just letting your hair cover your face red with embarrassment.

"I didn't expect to see you Bri, I wasn't ready"And he almost wants to yell at you that you drove him away, and he doesn't need to talk. You know the face he makes when something makes him nervous, recognize it and remain silent. "I think we should go" he says he points to the stalls.. He starts walking then he stops and turns to you.

"I knew you'd be there, but it doesn't make it any easier"

You nod. "I'm sorry, I'd give anything to..."

The words dies in your throat.

"Me too y/n" he replies, hinting for the first time a smile under his mustache that you like so much.

"Come on, let's go get something to eat" he whispers.

You walk behind him.

It's not all solved, but it's a start and for now it already seems almost a miracle.

10.15 PM

You see him everywhere, it takes your breath away.

Marcus is in every shadow, in every man, in every corner and you can't help but tremble with every step you take. Your hands are shaking, your legs are limp and you're breathing hard but you don't want Brian to notice.

Marcus is in your head, just in your fucking head.

"Do you prefer ketchup or barbecue?" Brian turns to you, wallet in his hands, an almost serene expression on his face. It takes you a while to answer, to understand. You remember that you're at the hot dog stand, that everything's fine, that you're talking to Brian and Brett and Joe will be back soon and it'll be even better.

"I ... Nothing" You whisper, your voice trembles, your eyes move from side to side looking for something that can justify your fear, the shiver down your spine.

"You sure? Oh girl that's fool" He comments, giggling. You place a hand on his clutching wallet.

"No Bri, there's no need"

You don't want him to pay. It's not right.

"Look, it's okay. I'm still mad at you, but I'm also happy to be here and it won't make me broke" You don't even smile, you keep looking around you and you feel the air getting heavy, almost oppressive.

"Dude" One of the guys from the truck intervenes."Watch out for your girlfriend, she doesn't seem so well" Otis doesn't bother to say that you're not his girlfriend, he gently pushes you out of line as soon as he realizes you're shaking like a leaf and looking paler than ever.

He hates himself for not noticing it sooner.

"Ei ei y/n, what's going on?" You shake your head.

"it's nothing, it's All Right"

You can't tell him. You can't reopen this wound. Brian would freak out, look for Marcus.

What if... If he is really here?

He would put himself in danger for you, you know he would. You can't let it happen.

"I just need some air" You move away but Brian, quick as lightning, grabs you by the arm.. The gesture takes you back in time, where the hands holding you are not those of the fireman and they are not delicate at all but mean, cruel. You stiffen and Brian realizes it without you having to speak.

He seems to read your mind, he's always been good at it.

"Sorry" he whispers.

"You didn't do anything Bri. I'm not made of crystal, you can touch me"

You start walking again trying to erase the fear from your heart and he stops you after a few seconds, looking you up with his big dark eyes as if the whole world dependeds on you and you alone.

"Don' t look at me like this"

"Tell me what you have then"

You feel the tears tingling in your eyes when yet another shadow takes the form of your ex and feel your chest tighten and you want to die.

"Why? Damn Brian you should hate me! Stop worrying about me, I don't need you"

The man looks away, his jaw clenched and his brow furrowed.

You realize what you've said:

I don't need you.

You take a step towards him and try to grab his hand.

"I...I didn't mean...I" And you wonder how it's possible to mess it all up again so easily.

Otis' hand trembles in anger under your fingers.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"I will never stop worrying about you okay? I've tried and I just can't! It would have been wonderful to do it, to forget about you in a hospital bed bacause of that son of a bitch but there isn't a single, fucking day that I don't think about it and there isn't a day where I don't wonder what I could have done to stop it. And God, there isn't a day that I don't regret not making you fucking leave him earlier. For months I've spent every fucking second wondering how you were doing. So no, it's not about you. It's me. I, I need to know. Tell me what's wrong with you." He raises his voice but Brian doesn't scare you.

Come on, he's different and the way he looks at you... he's not angry, not really, it's something different and maybe worse: disappointed, desperate, scared even.

Terrified of realizing how his life depends on you.

"I see him everywhere" You confess in a faint voice, looking at the ground.

"I see Marcus everywhere and I'm terrified that I won't be able to figure out when he's really there and I'm scared of him, and I'm with you and he hates you so much and I'm scared he might hurt you. To you and the others and me.... I just want to erase him from my life but he's everywhere no matter what.

I left him he's everywhere and he'll never stop" Brian pulls you to him without thinking about it, as if months haven't passed, as if not a single day has passed. He squeezes you tight, you melt into tears with your face against his chest, sobbing like a baby.

"I'm sorry for how I behaved"

"Shhh it's okay, it's okay I know, I know don't worry I'm not angry. I swear it's okay"

He kisses your hair, kisses your forehead and every piece of skin he can reach and you've never felt as much at home as with him now.

"Marcus isn't here, and even if he was I wouldn't let him get near you, ever" This is exactly what scares you, but you don't say it, you don't have the strength.

"I don't deserve it" He shakes his head. "No, you don't deserve it. But I would do it anyway, even if you were the worst person on earth. And you're not" You smile as he slides his fingers through your hair.

"I think that Brett and Cruz have abandoned us"

"Actually, I'm kinda cold and I've never finished Galactica you know? " You confess.

He laughs, just moves away from you.

"You're so full of surprises" He fixes your hair and dries your tears with his tumb.

"Wanna go home?" He asks."

"No, I...God I don't know. I...I want to be with you. It doesn't matter where." You reply. You don't wanna rush things. The smile he gives you is priceless, you would spend hours looking at him like this, perhaps all the rest of your life if possible. You only care about him, the way he gazes at you and is so close, the warmth of his skin and the sparkle in his eyes.

I love you, you think.

I love you, Brian.

The realization falls on you like a Boulder. How can you only notice now?

It has always been so clear.

"Oh, seriously?" Laughs Otis "So how about we take a Taxi?" You nod smiling.

"As I said I need to finish Galactica"

"But you hate Galactica"

"But I love you"

[icallhimjoey]

A Whisper Away

♥ ♥  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: A continuation of Like A Poem and A Lot Like Love where we dip into your November for a couple consecutive years and see how you’re getting on with the bookstore, Joe’s career and… other changes.

CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, angsty, I strongly advise you to read the previous bookstore fics before diving into this one!

Author’s note: an amazing request from @darthvontrapp​ inspired this “third season” in the bookstore - im LOVING your feedback on it so far, keep it coming! 

Wordcount: 3.5K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

“You can never let him know that I’m letting you listen to this,” you said to your mother. You were both sat on your sofa, and she just smiled at you as she sipped her tea.

“No, mum. I’m serious. He’ll actually murder me.” you were serious, but your eyes were comically big and the sight of you gave your mum a hard time not cracking up.

You pressed play on the voicemail Joe had left you about 18 hours earlier, in the middle of the previous night. 

“Hey, it’s me... Joe,” 

It had been 17 hours and 50 minutes since you’d first listened to it. Three o’clock in the morning. For some reason, the ringing of your phone hadn’t awoken you, but the text message you received straight after, alerting you of a new voicemail message, had shocked you from your sleep. 

You saw Joe’d called you, and it took you a second to fully understand the situation. Panic took over; maybe something was wrong with Alfie. 

But, would he not just have called a couple of times if that had been the case? You eyed the time and the date on your phone, and groaned a little. 

Then you received another text. From Joe this time.

“please delete that, sorry x” 

Still in bed, half asleep, head pressed firmly into your pillow, you decided you would listen to the message straight away, ignoring Joe’s request entirely. You loved being pocket-dialed and eavesdropping in on conversations. Receiving a voicemail you were then asked not to listen to? An impossible task.

“Hey, it’s me... Joe,”

The fact that Joe thought he needed to clarify that it was him by mentioning his name felt so stupid, it was almost insulting. 

“I know I’m calling at an awful hour, I thought maybe you’d be awake anyway, but I guess not,” 

Joe’s voice was deep and sleepy, and you could hear that he was trying to stay as quiet as he could. He left long pauses in his speech and dragged out words like he wasn’t really sure of what he was going to say next, and you wondered what had prompted him to call you at three o’clock in the morning. You hadn’t spoken about anything other than the necessary information about Alfie whenever he’d pick him up, or you’d drop him off. You hadn’t talked to each other in ages, especially not since deciding that perhaps, taking a break from each other would be the best thing for you. 

“That’s good,” 

You’d tried. For months, you had really tried. You’d gone to view some houses with Joe, because he really wanted you to move out of the apartment. You’d visited Joe three times on set in the United States, opting not to join him for the full duration of it, but be there at the start, somewhere in the middle, and near the end of filming. In between you had FaceTimed lots, but you’d felt Joe slip away from you. All you’d talk about was Alfie, and your chats became more formal, just exchanging what needed exchanging. You’d decided Mondays the bookstore wouldn’t open, and Sundays, you’d close early. Sometimes you’d even open late on Tuesdays. 

You had tried. You’d really, really tried. 

But you'd been raised on books. Books that always had the time for you. Books that never made you wait for them. Books that would give you quiet time and space away from them for hours if you needed them to, only to be right there, ready and willing when you wanted to pick them up again. Books that wouldn't assume. Books that didn't fill blanks themselves, that didn't go behind your back to fix things, to make things worse in the process. 

Books that you loved so dearly, that had seemingly been the solid foundation of your relationship, but now seemed to have its pages torn - it's last few chapters ripped out and missing.

“I mean, it’s good that you’re not awake. Dad said that you’d been having trouble sleeping- not that we, we don’t... he doesn’t tell me the things you two talk about. I ask, but... you know what he’s like,” 

There were days where Joe wouldn’t be able to pick Alfie up, and Joe’s dad would stop by to take him off your hands. He’d always make time to ask you how you were; how you were feeling, how you were coping. At first, you’d never reveal much, but as time passed, he’d know how to get small bits of information out of you. He’d commented on how you looked tired the other day, and you’d said you hadn’t been sleeping very well. You knew it was mostly the time of year that got under your skin, and Joe’s dad had suggested for you to maybe talk to Joe about Alfie’s days. Maybe you could arrange for Alfie to be at Joe’s a bit more in these months. “Yea, maybe,” you’d just nodded and smiled, knowing that you couldn’t, but that his dad was only trying to help. You missed Alfie enough as it was when he’d have his days at Joe’s.    

“Today Alfie had a rough day. He kept wanting things and even if I gave them, it just, wouldn’t be right... at one point he just sat in the corner beside the sofa, hidden in the curtains for a while and when I went to check on him after a bit, he was reading! Can you believe that? He had his book, the one with all the animals in, and had it open in his lap like he was actually reading it!” 

Joe just... talked. He talked. You had a hard time coming around to the fact that he had called you, just to talk. On this day. At this time. You imagined him in bed, phone pressed to his ear in the dark, with the urge to just... talk to you, and then just taking the plunge, picking up the phone before he could’ve changed his mind. You felt emotion shoot up your throat as Joe recounted his day with Alfie. 

“Of course, I didn’t disturb him... I know the rules,” 

You could hear Joe’s smile through the phone and you chuckled through a loud sob that surprised you, hot tears sinking into your pillow. Joe was silent for a bit, and you wished you could’ve seen his face to guess his train of thought. 

“I just... God, I was really hoping to catch you. I don’t know what it is... maybe it's the time of year? But I can’t seem to get you out of my mind, none of it is getting any easier... I miss you. My friends said it would get easier, but I still miss you,” 

Joe missed you. You knew in that moment that you’d be listening to this message again a million more times, just to hear him say that over and over again. He missed you. And you missed Joe too, but you couldn't help but only miss a very specific version of him. One that he didn't seem to have any of left within him now.

“Remember when we found out we were having Alfie? I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my life, I just... I couldn’t stop thinking of all the things that could go wrong, you know? But the way you... you just...” 

You allowed yourself to reminisce along with him. Joe had made offhand comments about having children someday a couple of times, so you knew that he’d definitely wanted them at some point. You just hadn’t expected for it to happen so soon. You’d been on antibiotics for a bladder infection and had forgotten that sometimes, antibiotics render contraception useless. At least, that’s what you heard could happen, so that’s what you thought must have happened. The two of you’d had to make quick decisions. Were you going to do this? Yes, you both wanted to. Even with Joe’s career? Yes, you’d figure it out, you’d been so sure of it. Would Joe move into the apartment above the store with you? Yes, he already practically lived there anyway. Joe’s flatmate could easily rack up the rent for the flat himself and was happy he’d get more space in return. Joe’s old bedroom had been converted into an office, and the small office they’d shared before, had become storage. 

Joe’d been lucky that his flatmate had immediately opened his doors for him when he asked if he could move back in. Joe’d said it would probably be temporary, but now, the office had become his full bedroom again, and the storage room was now Alfie’s. 

“You’re one of the strongest people I know. I don’t think I realised it then... witnessing you giving birth, however, Jesus... I don’t- have I ever told you this? It took so long, but the way you powered through the whole thing, one of the nurses afterwards told me how impressed she was because she’d seen other ladies give up having not gone through half of what you had to deal with, and you looked like you could’ve easily gone eight more hours if you had to. You were... I don’t know, chipper? Just, so animated, they all loved you. You were cracking jokes all the way up until you fell asleep afterwards... I couldn’t laugh at a single one of them, I was so sick with nerves...” 

You honestly didn’t remember much from your labour, just that it took ages. You didn’t remember the things your mother kept telling you for encouragement. You didn’t remember Joe’s terrified, worried, ashen complexion. Apparently he’d been clammy the whole time, wiping sweat from your face just as much as from his own. You didn’t remember the nurses laughing at jokes you were making, and you didn’t remember much of the pain either.

You did remember the first sounds Alfie made. And you did remember Joe’s proud tears as he looked at you with Alfie pressed against your chest. You also remembered how you had felt after giving birth - the euphoria of that moment was something you wish you could’ve bottled up for future use, because oh my God, that had been different from anything else you’d ever experienced before. You honestly thought another pregnancy would be worth considering just for that feeling.  

“I’m sorry, I don’t know where this is coming from... I should probably hang up, I’ll see you tomorrow when I drop off Alfie after nursery,” 

Joe seemed suddenly embarrassed. Like he all of the sudden had realised what he was doing. You wondered if maybe he’d been drinking and was now slowly sobering up. But he didn’t hang up the phone. He let another silence linger and you wondered how much longer until voicemail would cut him off. 

“Do you know how much I love you? I know I’m probably not meant to say, but I... I love you. A lot. I just need you to know that.”  

Hearing Joe say those words made you think back to the last time he’d said them to you. It was during the saddest fight you’d ever had with him. It’s when ultimately you’d said that you thought maybe you couldn’t do this with Joe. That maybe being with Joe Quinn wasn’t written in the stars for you, because you found it more and more difficult as Joe’s fame grew. Joe’d sarcastically agreed, furiously so, shouting things like, “Of course you can’t fucking do this with me, what, with all the trouble it’s giving you,”, insinuating that whatever issues you were having with it weren't real. Like the thing you'd been scared of from the start wasn't still looming over you so threateningly. Joe had tried to make being with him sound all sorts of simple, and you knew even then that it wouldn't be, so you'd pretend. You'd pretend it was simple, until you couldn't anymore. When you had proposed to take an actual break from each other for a little while, Joe had broken down completely. His anger had immediately shifted into sad desperation, and you didn’t remember how long you’d held Joe as he’d violently sobbed and kept repeating that he loved you. 

“I miss you... I can’t look at Alfie without missing you. He gave me a look today that was just- it was exactly your face. The nose scrunch you do, the eye roll. He rolled his eyes at me! This kid, I swear to God... Although, he might’ve gotten the eye roll from Anne, I’m not sure...”

You laughed through your tears as you listened.

“I hope you have an alright day, don’t let this message ruin it. I’m sorry if it does.” 

It sounded like Joe was rounding of his phone call for the second time, but once again, he let a silence fall before carrying on.

“Can I... just, I need to... do you miss me? I’m never sure if... like, do I move on now? I’m not sure how I could, but is that... is that what’s happening right now? Are we just postponing breaking up for real? Because I don’t know how much longer I can be on this break,” 

You swung legs over the edge of your bed, and looked around the dark room, focussing on what you thought might be clothing items you could quickly grab to put on. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that... shit, what am I doing? Sorry, you’re better off deleting this message all together. I... I’ll text you to delete it, sorry, I’ll see you tomorrow,”  

You didn’t waste any time. You hadn’t even fully registered the last couple of things Joe’d said because you were busy, jumping into a pair of jeans and scanning the room to see if you left your shoes in there somewhere. With your shoelaces still undone, you grabbed your coat from its hook, found your keys on the side and scurried your way down the stairs.

You didn’t want to ring Joe’s doorbell, knowing the godawful sound it would echo throughout the apartment. You didn’t need to wake up Alfie, you just needed to see Joe. But it was raining, and you were cold, and Joe wasn’t answering his phone, so you had no other choice. When the door buzzed open, you raced inside, giving for the stairs, taking two at a time, leaving a wet trail from the front door of the building all the way to the front door of Joe's flat. 

When you rounded the corner, you could see Joe waiting for you in his doorway, squinty eyes, confused and frowning as you pulled into his focus. You were rushing, and when you opened your arms in your last few steps, Joe braced for impact and caught you. You lips crashed onto his as you legs curled around his back. Joe had no other choice but to kiss you back. You hadn't kissed each other in weeks and you were desperate for his mouth. And from the way Joe so readily accepted all of your bodyweight as you'd practically jumped him, drenched from the rain, you knew he must have felt the same.

"Do I miss you?" your tone was accusing as you spoke into his mouth, grasping onto his shoulders tighter. "Are you fucking serious?" the cold rain had left you freezing. You really felt how cold you were when held up and pressed tightly against Joe's warm body, and you shivered into your kiss. 

"You listened to the voicemail," Joe took a few steps into the flat with you in his arms and turned to use his hip to shut the door behind you, lips only leaving yours to whisper.

"Of course I did, you idiot," you whisper yelled at him, very aware that you were in a flat with two sleeping people and you leant back from your kiss to look at his face. 

"You're soaked," Joe whispered, scanning you over like he hadn't seen or felt it yet. Joe looked like the Joe you'd fallen in love with years ago. Hair fluffy, face scruffy, his T-shirt loosely hung on his frame. You, on the other hand, looked like you'd taken a cold shower with your clothes on. 

"It's raining," you let your feet find the floor, but Joe was quick to pull you back into another kiss, his hands on your cheeks, nose nudging around yours slowly and you couldn't help but melt into it. 

"I shouldn't have called," Joe started slowly pushing you backwards, manouvering you to his bedroom, his tongue finding yours to play with.

"You shouldn't have called," you lied, and let Joe guide you down the hallway until he closed his bedroom door behind the two of you. 

"And then what?" your mother asked, and if she hadn't been holding a hot mug of tea, you'd have smacked her with one of your sofa cushions. Like you were going to go into detail with her - absolutely not.

"What do you mean, and then what?" your reddened cheeks surely gave away what had happened next, and your mother knew, but that didn't mean she didn't get to make fun of it a little. 

"Well, why isn't he here?" your mother gestured around the apartment.

"Because... I don't know, we're still on a break?" you shrugged. It didn't make sense, but you guessed that you kind of were, still. One night together hadn't effectively fixed anything, but it had opened a door you thought maybe you wouldn't be able to open anymore. 

The next morning you'd showered at Joe's flat, had a very awkward interaction with Joe's flatmate before taking a very surprised Alfie over to nursery with Joe. You'd strolled hand in hand for a minute, the sleeves of your coat still wet and cold to the touch, but Joe hadn't let go until he had to because you'd arrived. You'd then parted ways, and as you'd turned around, Joe'd squeezed your bum and he'd given you a naughty smile when you'd silently scolded him for doing so in public. Then, you'd walked back to the store, and found Anne there, getting the store ready to open at 10. 

At 11, the door to the store had opened and to your surprise, Joe had wandered in. You'd been up high on a ladder when you saw him enter, and your heart stopped for a second when you saw Anne look at him from behind the counter. You half expected him to be there to talk. But then, Joe had politely said hi to Anne and had given her a tight lipped smile, like he wasn't Joe, but instead a regular, old, bookstore customer. You watched him from above as he let his eyes wander some shelves before picking up a book, taking off his coat and sitting down in an armchair. His armchair.

Anne had looked up at you and frowned as if to say, what the fuck is he doing. You frowned back, just as confused as she was, shaking your head a little as if to say, I don't fucking know, but you couldn't help having to hide a smile, pursing your lips in a poor attempt.

"He came into the store to read," you said to your mother, as if that explained anything at all. "Spent over two hours sat in one of the armchairs, like he used to. When I made him a cup of coffee, he said thank you like we were strangers flirting with each other, it was so stupid," you grinned.

Your mother eyed you for a second before inhaling sharply. "Sometimes I forget how much you resemble him," she smiled as she leant forward to place her mug on your coffee table. You knew who she was talking about. You grandfather was the reason she'd come over in the first place, because she thought you'd probably have had a rough day. Instead, you'd surprised her with bright eyes and with elated body language when you had let her in. 

"I do?" you were instantly curious.

"Oh God, are you joking? All of the issues you and Joe seem to be having, it's like I'm 6 and listening to my own parents bicker over the dinner table," your mother shook her head as she laughed, and you could see her eyes gloss over slightly as she seemed to sink into her memories.

"Did they... were they okay? In the end?" you asked carefully after a short silence, watching your mother's face as she nodded whilst staring into space. "Oh yea, they figured it out - it was easy, once they did," 

"How did they do it?" 

Your mother then turned to look at you and was met by her daughter, staring at her with big eyes, filled with big emotions. She gave you a reassuring smile. 

"The books. It was always the books." 

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[blackswan446]

CORRUPTED || four.

𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 ✩✩✩

"short hair? on you? that's brave."

those were the first words you heard come out of yoongi's mouth that day, interrupting your conversation with hoseok. you swung around quickly, his gravelly voice jolting you out of your discussion. "where were you? i texted, but you didn't respond."

he placed both his hands on your shoulders, holding you steady as you approached him, somehow both worried and relieved. "calm down, darling, my phone was just dead. i'm here now, isn't that what matters?" he explained, talking slowly and coolly. he stood tall, but no more than a few inches above you. with his charming smile, his soft voice, and...loving grasp on you, it was easy to believe every word that came from his mouth.

"now, i just heard you talking about cutting your hair short?" he asked, eyebrows raising a bit. "oh, yeah, but it was just a thought. i'm not actually going to do it." you established, leading him and yourself back to hoseok, who was standing against a wall, where the two of you had been talking. if you didn't know any better, you would've thought that yoongi was dragging his feet, trying to make you stay away from him. you half expected to turn around and see him pouting, like a child that was just denied some candy.

"good thing." he said, a clear tinge of relief in his voice. he quickly picked up on your silence, and didn't think twice before giving an explanation. "oh, not that you would bad or anything, you just look so good with long hair, i can't see a short hairstyle suiting you. that's all." he clarified, flashing another one of his magic smiles that seemed to blur the line between insult and concern.

"hoseok, are you also going to office hours for literature?" you inquired. the male, who was tapping his yellow sneakers against the floor mindlessly, snapped back into reality. "yeah, i should probably get going to that now. i'll see you later." he said quickly, turning to leave. "wait, i have to go there too. just give me a second." you said. yoongi did nothing to hide the look of annoyance on his face, rolling his eyes and looking away. you hesitated, before leaning up and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "i'll talk to you later, alright?" you said quickly. "yeah, see you." he mumbled, barely meeting your eyes. despite the obvious displeasure, he squeezed your arm and stomped away, disappearing around a corner.

you turned back to hoseok, who was still waiting for you. he smiled and the two of you began walking down the corridor. it was silent for a minute, like both of you were trying to find something to say. it was more strange than anything. silence usually wasn't a thing between the two of you, yet with him, the silence didn't necessarily feel awkward. you both just had nothing else to say.

"he's wrong, by the way." hoseok spoke, finally breaking the quiet of the moment. you looked at him confused. "about your hair. you'd look good with short hair." he said. his tone was quiet but firm, like he was nervous yoongi would pop out from behind a door and stare him down again for his comment. you smiled gently, trying to push his earlier comments out of your head, and chuckled nervously.

"oh, don't worry about that. he didn't mean anything by it, it was just a joke that came out wrong." you explained, "and besides, he's probably right. now that i think about it, i'm not sure short hair would be good for my face shape."

hoseok nodded in understanding, and continued to speak. "i know, [name], i just don't want you to think you'll look dumb because of what he said." you nodded along with him. "thank you, hobi. i appreciate the concern." you said, stopping outside the classroom door, "but i promise it's okay."

✩✩✩

that night, you lay in bed, scrolling through your photos. as you deleted the images of girls with cute, short hairstyles and watched them disappear into the trash folder, you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. but those thoughts were pushed to the back of your mind as your phone buzzed, and a text appeared at the top of your screen.

Yoongi

Goodnight darling, love you

you smiled, your heart swelling and the butterflies you had felt so many times because of him rushing back.

'he just wants the best for me.'

✩✩✩ 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃

[mymanyfandomramblings]

Gleecap 3x06--Mash Off

Here we go, controversial episode about which I have controversial opinions. To clarify, this is my second watching of this episode, and I was able to watch it more critically this time around. Here's my reaction recap:

Puck running around the hallways so that Shelby can walk past him again--hilarious. To be clear, I don't like the Shelby/Puck storyline, but damn it gets some funny moments out of Puck

Additionally--Hot For Teacher was a hilarious number. The mic stand duelling, the sheer amount of fun all four guys were having--love it. Ditto the above point.

Sue's political ads are so ridiculous, and I love that the show tries to pretend that people are actually taking them seriously.

You And I/You And I is one of the best mashups the show ever does. It's actually heavenly

Also--Puck plays piano? Since when?

Also half the ND's just sitting down on the floor for no real reason

Now the first part of the episode that bothers me--Finn specifically tells Santana that he's not interested in making it vicious. He wants to keep it civil. If he'd started off matching the competitive energy, Santana's actions would have made more sense, but no. He says he doesn't want it to get vicious, and Santana sails in with her insults. I really don't like her until late Season Three, and I know that she's actually great by season four, but this..is not it

When Will enters the choir room, Quinn, Rory and Blaine are looking out the windows at the top of the wall. Why? We'll never know.

Honestly, the New Directions are actually working together pretty well--Finn moves to give Rory a solo, Blaine backs him up, they're all friends. The fact Finn is so decent the rest of the episode makes what eventually happens extra frustrating.

"You're skinny, like all the crops on your family's farm failed.", Rory, I adore you

Now, here's a part where the whole Incident could have been avoided if the writers had just remembered one thing that they established earlier--insults don't roll off Santana. She can dish it out but can't take it. But no. Drama.

Quinn's dodgeball faces are perfect. Of course she's the dodgeball-as-an-outlet-for-repressed-rage girl

Also I adore that at all points in the game, there are random players just flying through the air

I fundamentally disagree with Kurt's assessment that dodgeball is bullying--it was one of but a few things we did in PhysEd at school that I liked. However, the way the Troubletones attacked Rory was plain mean.

I love protective Kurt. Bullying is such a sore spot for him, and he will rise to anyone's defence.

"I sound just like her" --Sugar, you are brilliant

Now observe--both Mercedes and Shelby tell Santana to back off Finn, because there's no point to the feud. Santana has an option here--she could stop, or she could keep going.

Also Brittany's response to Mercedes making herself leader is gold.

And then the Hallway Scene. I really really really wish I could have more sympathy for Santana because nobody deserves to be outed, but this lead up makes it really hard.

I also paid close attention to what Finn was doing during this scene. As Santana talked, managing to hit every one of his insecurities (his weight, his comparative mediocrity in comparison with Rachel, the fact his future is more or less hinging on riding Rachel's coattails, the fact he slept with her and neither came away happy etc.) you can see him slowly getting madder and madder, and then boom.

I am not defending Finn. He's not the brightest, but that's no excuse for discussing her sexuality in a crowded area where anyone could hear--and they do. However, I do think that it wasn't intended as an outing per se. He was primarily focusing on what he perceived as cowardice (which it really isn't), rather than trying to say anything homophobic, or intentionally yelling 'hey everyone, Santana Lopez is a lesbian'. Once more, I don't condone his actions--he took a cheap shot, he was thoughtless, and he endangered Santana, I just wanted to...nuance the discussion. (I would also like to add, that I hate that the outing is turned into a 'Finn was doing it for her own good' in the next episode--Finn was retaliating and hitting her where it hurt, nothing more)

Once more, Sue's political ads. I wonder how Carole responded to either of the implications a) that Burt is cheating on her with a donkey or b) she is the donkey

Puck is actually very sweet with Beth and I love that.

Next pet peeve--Mercedes is team captain of the Troubletones. Shelby knows that Santana has been crusading against Finn for seemingly no reason. Why then did she let Will pit Santana (and not Mercedes) and Finn against each other in the coin toss

Also Rachel is hilarious at how ridiculously aggressively she responds to Finn winning the toss.

You Make My Dreams/I Can't Go For That is actually brilliant. The costumes are fantastic, the choreography is fun, Rory and Tina get exposure, the girls' skirts and hair is so cute, and they are all having the times of their lives.

Brittany vaguely frustrates me throughout the presidential campaign arc, but then she does that a lot. Brittany is very up-and-down for me as a character.

Rachel being a selfless friend!! Yes, Rachel!! Love that for her.

Quinn in early Season 3...sure is a ride.

Also here, even Brittany is telling Santana to lay off Finn, to which Santana responds that manatees have thick skin. I am trying so hard to be sympathetic to her, but she makes it so difficult.

And now the scene. I love Sue taking responsibility for once. I love that for Sue

Now comes the bit where Naya Rivera's acting makes me feel sorry for Santana. That 'I haven't even told my parents' is so heartwrenching.

My unpopular opinion is that I prefer the Hall & Oates mashup to the Adele mashup. That said however--Santana sounds stunning. STUNNING. Her dress is also really pretty, even if I find the costumes a bit plain compared to the ND's. I don't find that the songs suit Mercedes incredibly well, but everything about Santana's performance redeem it, along with Britt's worried faces.

I genuinely believe that Finn was only saying that the Troubletones were good, however he probably did deserve the slap. Once more Naya acts the heck out of this scene

There's my two cents about this very controversial episode.

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

Overthinking

Summary: Raleigh gets his sister's unsolicited opinion regarding his love life

Pairing/Characters: Raleigh Carrera x F!MC (Destiny Katz; No Appearence); feat. Aaliyah Hadid

Book: Platinum

Rating: General

A/N: Omg another draft I'm on a roll imao, hope you like it! Also, just to clarify, Aaliyah and Raleigh are actually half-siblings. It's not super relevant to this fic but I thought I would point it out

"Does it always take you this long to send a text message, Ral?"

Raleigh practically jumped at her sister's sudden appearance behind him. "What the hell, Liya?!" She chuckled and handed him a glass of apple cider.

"As someone who works for the FBI," Raleigh rolled his eyes before Aaliyah could finish her sentence, which earned him a slap on the shoulder. "AHEM! Roll your eyes at me again and see what happens."

"Cute, is that what all FBI agents say? Or is it just insufferable sisters who never shut up about being an agent," he said, casually shielding the screen from her.

"I was actually going to say you're horrible at being sneaky. Like anyone could see you nervously attempting to text her from a mile away. You usually only take a few seconds to reply to texts."

"Okay, Genius," He mumbled, knowing it wasn't a great insult if it was technically true.

Raleigh sighed and invited her to sit next to him. She settled herself onto the couch and rested her head on her palm. "Why are you so jumpy? Are you asking her out on a first date or something?"

"I wouldn't say first date..."

Aaliyah gasps dramatically. "Raleigh Bartholomew Carrera!"

"How are your fake middle names only getting worse-"

"You're falling in love with your fake girlfriend!" she says uncharacteristically excitedly. She clapped her hands like an eager child who was given candy. "What's her name again?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he asks sarcastically.

"...Yes Ral, that's why I'm asking," Aaliyah sighed, her eyebrows furrowed as she thinks. "Wait! It's the One in a Million winner...something Katz? She was incredible."

Destiny.

"Shocking. You guessed who it was by using the internet," he scoffed.

"Destiny!" she called out, ignoring his tone. "Maybe it was fate you were both meant to be in love." She gently elbowed him. Raleigh didn't like getting his hopes up, but the fact that his own sister was being so optimistic about his relationship which she never was had to mean something, right?

"We have to go on another fake date before some award show and I remembered she said she's always wanted to go to an opera."

Aaliyah groaned. "Then take her to the opera, Ral! You don't need to overthink that part of the date right now. You already know her and what she likes and from the way you describe her, I'm 100% sure she likes you back. Now focus on being a good guy. I could see the headlines now: Raleigh Carrera's New Relationship Shows Operatunity."

"Since when do you care about my public image?"

"I don't. I care about your publisher not dying of stress," she comments, casually stealing the phone from him. "You know what? I'm going to handle this, just stay back until I get your final text approval."

"Whatever." Aaliyah smiles and furiously texts away at what she considers a perfect response. Raleigh leans back and sips the cold apple cider and suppresses a laugh. It's been a while since he's last cared this much about impressing a fake girlfriend. Or making sure they eventually end things on a good note.

Hopefully, he doesn't mess it up.

A/N: And the two meet Ethan and my MC at the opera. End of story

@choicesficwriterscreations

[lakesbian]

huh! ward doesn't sound like a very good book!

re the part of this post that's relevant to me: i'd disagree that alec's narrative doesn't engage w/ the concept of redemption (& if it's even meaningful or relevant), but that's a post for another time.

i find it interesting that you view alec as another case of parahumans' "queer men doomed to fucked up self-sacrifice" syndrome, because i think the real issue with his writing is that he's not actually written as queer. this is why i make those jokes about him being the world's first gender-conforming gender non-conforming straight bisexual boy--i don't think it counts as queer self-sacrifice in lieu of a finished arc when wildbow doesn't even genuinely acknowledge or depict him as bisexual. like, here are all of the times alec's attraction to men is brought up:

a WoG calling him "interested in dick"

a WoG saying his sexuality is, and i quote, "hedonist"

the line from his interlude reading "By the time he was a teenager, he’d experienced every kind of drug, in someone else’s body, had slept with himself as various boys and girls."

wildbow goes to great lengths to blatantly establish the sexualities of his straight characters. he makes sure that lisa tells parian that none of the girls on the team swing that way (and portrays parian as Weird And Awkward for the Inaccurate Assumption that lisa could have been talking about same-gender intimacy, ha ha, silly little parian). he makes sure we know rachel fucks men. he makes sure aisha specifies that she wants a robot boyfriend and not a robot girlfriend. he invents an excuse for aisha to call the Evil Feminazi Birdcage Cell Block "sappho central" so taylor can literally think "sappho?" and indicate to those stupid annoying viewers that mistakenly think taylor is bisexual that, not only is taylor straight, she doesn't even know what being sapphic is. and there are other examples i could bring up!

but as for alec's bisexuality? despite the variety of circumstances where it could have been clarified even half as explicitly as wildbow insists on clarifying the sexualities of his straight characters, it never is. the undersiders segregate by gender to change clothes--you'd think this would be a moment where, given how much worm characters love declaring their sexuality, alec would point out that seeing brian naked could be just as awkward for him as seeing any of the girls naked, right? nope, he goes along with it silently. or how about this part in behemoth fight?

“What’s with the hand shape?” Regent asked, as he poked his head out from cover enough to peek at the scene. “A ‘v’,” Golem said, his voice small. “I get it.  You’re calling Behemoth a big vagina.” “It’s for victory,” Cuff said, sounding annoyed. “That’s lame,” Imp said. “Really lame,” Regent echoed, “I prefer the vagina thing.” “Way you dress,” Grace commented, “I wasn’t so sure.” “Ohhhhh,” Imp cut in, she elbowed Regent, “Ohhhhh.  You going to take that?” Regent only laughed in response, shaking his head. “Is the little princess feeling brave?” Grace taunted Regent.  “Come on.”

grace is outright homophobic towards alec because of how effeminate his costume is, so he's...ostensibly gnc? ostensibly identifiable as lgbt? but everything else about the scene indicates otherwise--he departs from his usual pattern of sardonic wit & grating annoyances during arguments and just silently takes the insult. you'd think that if alec vasil, of all people, was bisexual and being offensively accused of being gay, he would respond with a dramatically-stated, mock-offended "i resent that. i like vaginas just as much as i like penises. do the good guys have a problem with that? for shame. you're recording, right, skitter? we should write her up to HR" while putting his hands on his hips and condescendingly shaking his head. but instead he reacts like a straight boy who knows there's no way to say "noo i'm not gay" without making himself look worse would. either wildbow forgot he was supposed to be bisexual, or he just has no fucking idea that bisexual people react differently to receiving homophobia than straight ones.

and then there's aisha asking him if he's going to take it, treating grace's insult like it was a Clever Mean Inaccurate Accusation alec should refute if he doesn't want to look lame--does aisha not know alec is bisexual, even though they apparently constantly shared personal stories w/ each other? does she know he's bisexual and is just...willing to back up the homophobia anyway? alec has no reaction to that? the entire interaction scans as a straight girl making fun of a straight boy for Looking Gay and the straight boy finding it funny, not as alec genuinely being identified as bisexual in any form. if you showed this scene to someone who doesn't know that alec is bisexual--or sorry, "a hedonist,"--i sincerely doubt they would pick up on the fact from this dialogue.

alec is effectively written as a straight boy 99.99% of the time. his attraction to men is relevant only when wildbow is using it as an indicator that we're supposed to find his childhood self-indulgent, sexually abhorrent, and horrifying. the moment he's having any form of healthy social interaction with other people, he animorphs into a Normal Straight Boy who does Normal Things like wear men's jeans and belts and experience intimacy w/ a straight girl. but this isn't explicitly framed as redemption from his prior Abhorrent Bisexuality, because the bisexuality was never allowed to be an important aspect of his identity in the first place. we know what it looks like when wildbow characters are intentionally written as LGBT: kenzie, tristan, amy. their sexuality pervades every aspect of their characterization, renders them inherently bound to hurt people. alec isn't that. we're not supposed to think alec is an Evil Cunt, we're supposed to see him as being on an uphill climb from his bad beginnings, and so he isn't really bisexual in any way but on a technicality--his attraction to men is just an icky little footnote we can all cheerfully forget once he moves onto better things.

all of which is to say: i would love to live in the world where alec is bisexual (real) and actually ever fucking demonstrates or talks about it, but we don't. we live in the world where he's the world's first straight bisexual boy. sad. oh well. we can fill in the void with my incessant shitposting about what alec would be like if he Was bisexual (real).

on the subject of tristan remember how in the scene where he takes over the body he justifies it by saying he’s afraid it’s just a matter of time before byron tries to hurt him or steal control away from him and this is treated as a Sicko Moment and not a fairly reasonable reaction to your brother having already almost killed you with his bare hands once

[bekaroth-reads]

Hey im the one who requested husband wesker but what whould he do if excella was geting angrier and angrier and how wesker is married and trys to do something to the reader but wesker find out. Sorry if im asking to much but thank you and i hope your doing well.

[Hey! couple of things for this one. Firstly and most important: thank you so much for the ask and I’m so sorry that it took so long. Secondly, I need to clarify that I don’t think that everyone that gets work done on their body is evil or something. Also that I think the model for Excella is very beautiful. I was just going for that feeling when you’re mad at someone and you start picking at everything, and it made the first part of the fic sounds kinda mean :p]

There was something to be said about having your husband working the way that he did. As you could imagine, having the love of your life suddenly decide that he was going to take over the world by means of bio-hazardous and ethically dubious methods can put quite the strain on your marriage. On top of that, he seemed to be working with a woman that looked like she just walked out of a sex doll factory. Usually, you wouldn’t be inclined to say something like that about a woman, at least not as an insult, but she seemed to be going for this look for no other reason than to try to manipulate people; and most damning in this case, to try to manipulate your husband. Now, you knew that he wasn’t stupid enough to fall for Excella, but you had seen enough of her to know that she was stupid enough to fall for him. Albert might be your husband, but you could admit that he had a way of duping people into thinking that he was into them so he could get them to do things for him.

You had thought, thought, that he was over that sort of thing, seeing as you hadn’t heard any of the hushed whispers you used to hear about him. Come to think about it, that was most likely because you saw hardly anyone, and when you did Albert was with you meaning that no one dared to say anything then. That is, no one but Excella that is. She seemed to think that she could say whatever she wanted, about whomever she wanted, and however she wanted. And, you were the most recent of her victims. It would seem like her plastic surgeon had used hot air instead of silicone in her last boob work; not that she needed more. It was both a good and a bad thing that you were extremely good at blowing people off, because you didn’t give her the reactions that she wanted; but at the same time the more that she was ignored, the more that she tried to get your ire. She definitely had it, but you weren’t going to give her the satisfaction of knowing it.

“Really, dear,” Excella always tired to put a friendly spin on all of her insults, “I’m just saying it’s a surprise that such a fashionable man as Albert,” she always used his first name even though she didn’t have permission to, “would leave you to walk around in such a…an outfit.” You went to reply something of a half-assed excuse to her, but stopped when the door opened. It was Albert, not to either of your surprise. And, odd enough with how clingy he has been lately, well, physically clingy and emotionally distant, you were happy to have him in the room for no other reason than at least means to get her to shut up. He quirked a brow when neither of you talked. “Keeping secrets are we?” He prodded as he walked your direction. “Oh, no, simply talking about something you aren’t interested in.” Excella chimed in. Albert simply snapped his fingers and pointed toward the door. Excella knew what this meant and left the room briskly.

Albert ran a hand along the side of your neck gently yet possessively. “We’ve talked about this-“

“I know what you’ve said.” you cut him off, not wanting hear his whole spiel about how dangerous things were at the time, especially when you weren’t the one at fault here. “I stayed exactly where you left me. It’s not my fault that your chihuahua left your purse to corner me.” The hand on your neck squeezed slightly and you were warned with a curt, “Watch it.” After a moment of him studying your face, not like he didn’t know you, but rather like he was forgetful of what human emotions looked like, his hold softened. “What has she been doing to you?” Albert asked darkly. Now, you weren’t the most fond of Excella, but you also knew that being on Albert’s bad side was one of the worse curses in the world. You wouldn’t wish it on her for not outgrowing schoolyard antics. “Nothing.” You huffed and leaned back and rested your elbows on the counter behind you.

He leaned with you in kind, and replaced his hands on your neck with his lips. “We both know you’re not telling me everything.”Albert mumbled into your skin before he placed a kiss there. “And, I know that you only get this cozy when you’re trying to get something.” You grumbled back, but didn’t do anything to stop him. There was another, uncharacteristically sweet kiss to your neck. “Do I?” He chuckled. “I’ll have to start asking for things more often.” There were a few more kisses before he move up to whisper in your ear, “I do know one thing you don’t.” He nestled his nose at the side of your face, pressed his lips to your jaw, and mischievously hummed, “We have an audience.” He didn’t have to tell you who it was.

Scoffing, you went to push off the counter and away from him, but you were pinned where you were by his body weight alone. “Oh, don’t be a prude. Let her enjoy the show.” Albert laughed, obliviously enjoying the whole situation as his hands moved to your waist. “Albert.” You warned. You might not have had much sway out here, but you still had ways to put the pressure on him while the two of you were in private. “Relax. It isn’t like she’s going to be around to talk.” He purrs and straitens up, reaching into his pocket to pull out a cloth to wipe his glasses from smudging them on your face. While he did he looked at you with uncovered, primal eyes with a sort of hunger shining in them.

“I’ll have you remember that I am very observant. I know how to put two and two together.” You figured he did, at least when he sent Excella out of the room. But, like you said earlier, being on Albert’s bad side wasn’t something you would wish on someone, so you weren’t going to say anything to him. “Jealous are we?” You decided to try to spin it around. He was quick to catch on though, and spun it right back. “Oh, always, but never as much as you.” There was a quick peck to your lips after this to make sure he didn’t sour your mood too greatly. “I had already made up my mind on the matter, but what I just saw solidified it.” His glasses back on, Albert leaned over you once more. He leaned in by your ear, warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “Sit tight a little bit more. She has run through her usefulness and worse insulted you. The two of us are going to have a… job assessment after i walk out that door. I give her a half hour before-“

Albert cut himself off, leaned back, smirked, and said, “Well, no need to be graphic.” You raised your brows questioningly. “Never something that bothered you before.” He smiled at your remark as he held you chin to be sure that your full attention was on him. “Oh, believe me, sweetheart, you are sheltered.” He snickered. “And, when was the last time you used that nickname? I thought you were too god-like now to stoop to such child-like ideas.” You poked fun at him and that weird complex he had gotten a few years ago. His response was to hover his lips above yours with the words, “Never for you.” ghosting over them, pulling him in along with them.

You had almost forgotten about the doomed voyeur at the slightly ajar door. There was not a thought, not even a breath left in your system; like he was pulling your whole soul out of your body with the kiss. It sadly didn’t last as long as you wanted it to, and he was stepping back with the intent of stepping away. “Happy anniversary, love.” He hummed and gave you one more chaste kiss before walking toward the door. You were still a bit dazed, so you almost didn’t catch on to what he said. When you did, you were angry; well, a bit more disappointed than angry. “Hey! That’s not until-

“Early.” Albert added with a turn to you to slide his glasses down a bit and give you a wink. You rolled your eyes and he opened the door on an Excella that was trying to act like she wasn’t just hunched over trying to listen in. When he was out the door, she gave you a look like she just won the lottery. If only she knew.

[erenisms]

haikyuu boys reacting to you bleaching your hair

> ft. miya, miya, tsukishima, hinata, kuroo, kenma

i recently got my hair bleached again since i got tired of purple, i plan on doing pink or blue this time

♡ atsumu

“you look like me!”

takes tons of selfies with you

won't stop talking about how cute you look

150% would try using your hair treatment

it's his hair treatment now

calls you piss hair out of spite because you teased him with others with that nickname

apologizes immediately when you threatened to replace his shampoo with hair dye

“you're now my new twin!”

♡ osamu

“are you trying to copy my brother?”

looks at you like you've grown two heads

is already blaming atsumu mentally

you had to clarify that no, his brother has absolutely nothing to do with it

the more he stares at your new hair, the more it grows on him

calls it pretty

calls you pretty

“it looks better on you than tsumu. don't tell him that, he'll throw a fit.”

♡ kei

“why are you trying to look like me?”

smirks at your new appearance

would tease you in any way he can

backtracks quickly though when he senses that you're starting to feel conscious

would roll his eyes and tells you that other people's opinions shouldn't matter while he pats your head

gives you subtle compliments

would still insult you half-heartedly though

“i'm the better blonde.”

♡ shouyo

“so bright!”

says the one with raging orange hair

would feel foreign and just looks at you in awe

asks questions like: did your scalp hurt? was your hair damaged? how long did it take?

examines your hair as though he hasn't seen bleached hair before when some of his friends literally have bleached hair, too

finally comes to a conclusion

“do you think i should bleach mine, too? so we can match!”

♡ tetsurou

“woah! did kenma bribe you into that?”

strokes your hair

strokes your hair (2) because he can't stop

would sniff it and cringe away at the lingering scent of chemicals

sniffs it again a few minutes later for some reason

asks why you changed your hair color

you tell him you want to try a new look

“you'd look good in any style anyway.”

♡ kenma

“...”

blinks

asks where you got your hair done

compares it to his

depending on which one has the better results, one of you will shade the other about it

just stares at you all day, maybe even a week

would look away in embarrassment whenever you catch him

“we should get out hair done together next time."

requests are open!

- love, zari