#he's GAY!!!!!! he's looking for his stay at home HUSBAND!!!!

[guzhufuren]

jesus christ i'm so stressed for him

[moe-broey]

I am...... getting A Little nostalgic for Stardew Valley........ but I know it is SUCH a commitment like if I get back into that shit I'm blacking out for a month. I Cannot Allow It

[poetryqueer]

I love Shonda Rhimes she truly said what if gay people were in my show and they were terrible in the straightest ways and engaged in mutual babytrapping

[ppssession]

Brain Transplant Project

Adam and Dean are a gay couple who have been living together for 10 years, since they graduated from high school.

Sadly, Dean's death from a terminal illness was a huge blow to Adam, but luckily Adam and Dean were involved in a secret project to transplant a brain into a new body by extracting the brain seeds from the deceased's body. Now, Adam has Dean's brain seeds.

While Adam is trying to find a new body for Dean, he has to help out at a commercial shoot when he finds the body that suits Dean the most: Dew's body.

Dew is a famous actor. Whenever Dew is the presenter for any advertisement, it will definitely be successful.

Adam saw that this was the perfect body for his boyfriend, so he helped arrange a poolside photoshoot. Luckily, the ad was for a supplement that looked exactly like Brain Seeds.

When the opportunity arose, Adam switched supplements with brain seeds. If you don't look closely, brain seeds are very much like supplements.

A lot of the early part of the commercial was the shooting of Dew's body. It made Adam feel really good knowing that this would become his Boyfriend body.

In the last part of the shoot, Dew was eating breakfast and taking supplements. When Dew slowly finished eating, the image of Dew eating brain seeds instead of supplements made Adam smile and smile happily until he couldn't hide it. But Adam had to stay calm. He had to wait until the brain seeds grew and took over Dew's body first.

Several weeks later at Dew's luxurious home, he had a severe stomachache. He thought it was the food he had eaten a few days ago. He chose to rest at home. After taking a nap for a while, Dew felt a strange pain. When he opened his eyes, he found something inside his body, on his chest.

When it went up to his neck, Dew tried to block it with his hands, but he couldn't control his arms as if someone else was controlling it for him.

As something moved up his neck, it moved up to his face. Eventually, his head seemed to fight Dew's brain. Dew's body convulsed and his muscles tensed up. In no time, Dew's body slowly vomited out his brain and he lost consciousness for about five hours. Not long after, Dew's body slowly stood up and used his hands to rub different parts of his body to check it before Dew picked up his phone to call someone.

Adam got a call from Dew to come to his house. He arrived and met Dew at the pool. Hello, my love, Dew said.

Dean, is that you? Adam said with gratitude. Yes, dear, look at me. How handsome is my new body? Dean, who had already taken over Dew's body, said proudly.

The two slowly kissed passionately, their lips meeting each other lustfully.

Dean carried Adam onto the bed in the bedroom before pulling down his pants to reveal his large, erect penis. Dean pulled down Adam's pants as well and placed the tip of his cock at Adam's asshole. Let me try out my new cock, I want to see if it can make my little husband happy.

No sooner had Adam spoken than Dean's thick rod entered Adam's hole, thrusting in and out of Adam's hole without stopping, causing him to gasp for air. Their moans filled the house.

Shit, it still feels good. Dew's voice came out of her throat. Thank you for the new body, my love, before thrusting into her one last time.

Fuck, when Dean groaned for the last time, the semen flowed out of his penis. Dean slowly weakened, looking at Adam's face, who took every drop of him until he fell asleep.

Dean lets Adam sleep and he sleeps too.

When Adam woke up, he went down to the pool and met Dean. Dean turned to him and thanked him again for giving me a new body, my love.

Adam, no need to thank me, Dean. No, I should call you Dew because you're my handsome actor now.

They kissed again. Okay, let's do it again before I have to go film the movie. The schedule saved on my phone told me I had several more hours.

Sure, dear, take as much as you want, Adam agreed before kissing Dean passionately. Make good use of your new body, my love.

Finally, I must confess that I finished writing it a few hours ago, but accidentally deleted it, so I had to rewrite it. Luckily, I still remember most of the content, but I forgot some words, so I had to edit it. It's okay, if you want to change it, it's okay. Haha, I hope you like it. See you in the next story. Bye bye.

[redroomreflections]

Her Best Secret Final Chapter

1950s Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: Natasha and R are having an affair.

Note: I wrote this after watching Mother's Instinct with Anne Hathway and Jessica Chastain. I needed to make it gay. I don't know what this truly is, but it's here.

Note: Me and my cliche endings. It's my own personal trope at this point.

w/c: 7k

Natasha could tell a lot about a person by the shoes they wore.

Scuffed boots meant hard work and long days spent on their feet. They were usually worn by men who were sleazy enough to give her looks but too tired to be bothered. Shined leather meant money and status—someone who never had to kneel or scrub. Those types showered her with presents and toys to keep her out of the house.

Women’s shoes were different. More challenging for her to understand. Her mother’s shoes had always been worn thin, heels clicking against wooden floors as she danced with the newest addition to their lives. Neena Romanoff was not rich by any means. She knew how to work her charm. Natasha memorized how her mother moved, how she laughed at men’s jokes, and how she never let anyone get too close.

They never stayed in one place for long. A new town, a new apartment, a new man. Natasha learned to pack light to keep her expectations low. She had never met her father—never even heard his name. When she was younger, she made up stories about him, piecing together fantasies of a man who might’ve loved her mother enough to stick around. But as she got older, she stopped wondering. Neena never seemed to care, and Natasha convinced herself she didn’t either.

If anything, it taught her what to expect from people. Love, in her world, was something fleeting—conditional. People came and went, and even the ones who claimed to stay had limits.

Now, standing on the carpet of the inn, barefoot, heels abandoned by the door, Natasha wondered what her shoes said about her.

Could people look and see the times she’d cheated? Could they tell by glancing that these were the only pair she had brought when her husband kicked her out?

The leather was creased, and the soles were slightly worn. She didn't wear them often—only on nights when her feet felt like they might give out, and she needed the added support. They were her second skin—one she could take off at the end of the day.

Natasha had always preferred to walk barefoot.

She sat on the bed, feeling the springs bounce and shift beneath her. The sheets smelled clean, fresh out of the wash. She could see by now that the housekeeper was growing suspicious about her time here at the inn. It had been nearly a month, and she still hadn’t found the courage to go home. It wasn't for lack of trying. She'd called home more times than she could count.

The phone rang and rang and rang, but nobody answered.

Natasha thought maybe, after a few weeks, Steve would get tired of waiting and come to find her. But he hadn't. Not yet. He must've been more furious than she realized, which was to be expected. She wasn’t naive. She didn’t think he would forgive her and he had a right not to. 

A knock sounded on the door, and Natasha froze.

She hadn't ordered anything from the front desk or even called the kitchen.

She stood on the tip of her toes, peeking out the peephole, gasping at the occupant on the other side. She quickly unlocked the door, tearing it open and gently pulling you inside.

"You shouldn't be here," She whispered, but she didn’t let go of your wrist.

Neither of you moved for a moment. Too overwhelmed and apprehensive about how to properly greet each other.

"I had to see you," You admitted.

Natasha swallowed. She didn't know what she expected—to be relieved, to feel something solid beneath her feet again. But she only felt that same gnawing uncertainty, the same ache in her chest that hadn't left since Steve found out.

"You look tired," You murmured, scanning her face.

She huffed a humorless laugh. "I haven't been sleeping well."

"I figured," You said softly. You hesitated, then reached up, fingertips brushing the edge of her jaw. "Natasha..."

She shook her head, stepping back. "Don't. Please."

You let your hand drop.

"Why did you come?" She asked.

"To bring food," You lifted the Tupperware to show her the contents. "It's a casserole. I'm unsure if you like those, but they seem the easiest to make. And I didn't want to make anything too complex, but I figured you haven't had anything home-cooked in a while and-"

"Thank you," She nodded. "You can set it down here." She gestured. You stepped further into the room, glancing around as you set the Tupperware on the small table by the window. The place was tidy enough, but it was almost disorganized for Natasha. The sheets, though clean, were half-pulled from the mattress, the desk was cluttered with cigarette cartons and half-empty glasses of water, and a few articles of clothing were draped carelessly over the chair. It wasn’t what you expected.

Natasha had always been meticulous, with everything in its place and never a wrinkle out of line. But in this dimly lit room, it looked like she had unraveled.

You didn’t say anything about it.

Instead, you cleared your throat, smoothing your hands down the front of your dress. “Is this a bad time?” You asked, hesitating. “You don’t seem like you want to see me.”

"I do, " She said softly. "I just haven't heard from you in a week."

"I was sick," You explained. "I came down with a case of stomach flu."

Natasha raised her eyebrows.

"Really?"

"Really," You affirmed.

She glanced away, chewing on the inside of her cheek. You weren't sure if she believed you. It was better not to ask.

"How are you doing?" You tried, stepping closer to her.

She shrugged.

"You've been drinking a lot."

"Not more than my body weight," She attempted to make a joke.

"Natasha."

"What? I'm fine. I can stop whenever."

"Nat-"

"Stop it," She snapped. "Just stop. I'm fine."

You swallowed thickly, taking a step back. "Okay. Fine. You're fine."

"I am."

"Then why are you still here?"

"It's not like I have anywhere else to go," She shrugged. "No family. My friends are his friends. I'd imagine he's told the entire neighborhood."

"He hasn't," You shake your head. "Neither has Sam. He's ignoring me. Which is better than the alternative, I'd say. We've fallen into a sort of weird co-parenting situation." You wanted to explain more but didn't know how she would take it. She hadn't made much eye contact with you since you stepped foot inside of the room.

The silence between you was heavy. You shifted on your feet, fingers curling at your sides, wanting, aching, to close the space between you. You wanted to hold her, touch her, kiss her—anything to take away the pain. But you weren't sure if that would help or hurt the situation.

Natasha seemed to think so, too.

She sighed. "Why did you come, Y/n?"

"I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"And why did you want that?"

You exhaled slowly. “Natasha—”

“Don’t,” she cut in. “I know what you’ll say, and I don’t need to hear it.”

You hesitated, heart hammering in your chest. “And what do you think I’m going to say?”

“That it’ll all be fine. That things will work out. That you’re not angry.” She scoffed, shaking her head. “You should be angry. I ruined your life.”

You took a step closer, and she stiffened. She was shutting down, retreating behind her iron will, the same one that had made her so untouchable all these years.

“My life isn’t ruined,” You said softly.

Natasha laughed humorlessly, but no real fight was left in it. Just exhaustion. "You should hate me."

"I don't."

"Why?"

"Because I know how it feels to be so in love you forget what's right and wrong," You dared to lift her chin for her to look at you. "I'm not angry with you. I'm unhappy with the circumstances, but don't blame you."

"You should," Natasha repeated.

"But I don't," You shook your head. "I couldn't."

"I was reckless, and I shouldn't have kept a journal,"

"Have you been doing this all this time? Beating yourself up about all of this?" You questioned, cutting her off.

"Y/n," She warned, but she didn't back away.

"It's not your fault, Natasha."

"He hates me," She choked out, eyes brimming with tears.

You shook your head. “He’s hurt. But he doesn’t hate you.”

Natasha let out a shaky breath, her gaze darting away. “He should.”

“But he doesn’t.” You softened your voice, thumb brushing lightly over her chin before you let your hand drop. “And neither do I.”

She swallowed hard, blinking rapidly like she could will the tears away. “I don’t know how to fix this,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

You exhaled slowly. “Maybe it’s not about fixing it. I don't think this is something we can apologize for and fix. It's-" You shook your head. "We chose to be together in whatever way we could. We acted on lust at first, and then, well, we fell in love. This isn't a mistake, Nat. You can't apologize for love."

"I can try," she whispered, looking up at you.

"Why?"

"Because I broke apart a family."

"I'm not one hundred percent sure we were well put together to begin with," You bit your lip. "Also, you weren't the only one doing the work."

Natasha shook her head, eyes fluttering closed.

"Hey, none of that. Don't beat yourself up. Please." You begged.

"I have to go back eventually," she mumbled. "And he won't forgive me. I won't ask him to."

"Do you want him to?"

"I want him to understand why I did it. Why we did it."

"Nat, this was between us. No matter what he thinks, we're the only ones who could ever know the true nature of what was happening. If you tell him, great. If you don't, that's fine too. But the one thing we both have to remember is that Steve doesn't own you. Sam doesn't own me."

"So," Natasha sat back on the bed. "You're a whole new person now. With this confidence..."

"I'm not a new person," You chuckled. "I'm still the same me. But I've had a long time to think, and I've made peace with myself. And I hope you can do the same."

"I'll try."

"Can I have a hug?"

"A hug?" She smirked, standing up.

"Yeah. A hug." You smiled.

Natasha took a few steps towards you, her arms wrapping around your waist. You held her tight, closing your eyes, relishing in her touch, the warmth of her body against yours. It was like coming home after a long trip away.

"Are you going to be okay?" You whispered.

"Eventually," she nodded.

"I've missed you so much," You confessed quietly into the collar of her shirt.

"I missed you, too."

"I want to be there for you," You leaned back. "However, I can be your friend and partner. I want to support you, even if it's just a shoulder to cry on. But I need to know that's what you want."

"It is," She assured.

"Do you need more time before I see you again?" You tilted your head.

"No, no," She shook her head. "Please. Stay."

You smiled. "Then, I'll stay. However long you want me here."

Natasha kissed you, her hands cupping your cheeks, lips brushing lightly over yours. You melted into the touch, kissing her back.

When you pulled apart, she rested her forehead against yours, her eyes closed.

"How's Claire-Bear?" She asked.

"Claire is good," You nodded. " Sam and I are in this sort of silent agreement. I think he doesn't know what to do with me, so we work around each other. She's been asking about you. Says she likes the way you do braids better than me."

"Well, she has the most beautiful hair I've ever seen. She's a lucky girl."

"I agree," You smiled.

"Y/n," She paused.

"Yes, Natasha?"

"I...I know this is hard. But I want you. I want you in my life, and I know it's selfish, but I want you, even if Steve hates me for the rest of our lives."

"I want that too," You agreed. "I don't care what the world thinks of me. I know the truth."

"You're not scared?"

"No," You hesitated. "Yes."

Natasha kissed you again; this time, it was tender, as if she were afraid to hurt you. Her lips pressed against yours, soft and warm, making your heart pound and your head spin. You didn't know how long you had been without her touch. How long had you gone without feeling her skin under your fingertips?

But here, in her arms, the world was right again.

"Are you okay?" You asked, leaning back. “Truly?”

"I'm okay," She smiled.

"I can sit with you a little longer," You suggested. "Maybe help you tidy up a little?"

"You don't have to,"

"But I want to," You insisted.

Natasha kissed you, smiling softly as her lips brushed against yours. She was still smiling when she pulled away.

"Okay," she agreed. "But only because you asked so nicely."

*****

There were moments when Natasha wished she could turn back time and redo it all. When her guilt ate her alive, she could think of nothing else but how horrible she felt. When the days seemed longer and the nights were darker, she could only think about how alone she was.  She looked up at the home she'd built with Steve and felt nervous. She was not an anxious person. She was someone who was always in charge of her emotions. Always knowing what was going on and able to deal with the situation accordingly. But right now, she was lost, unsure.

It was hard.

To face the person who thought he knew her. The man who loved her.

It was difficult.

She had to live a lie, to pretend she wasn't hurting, and to smile and pretend everything was okay. She wasn't a martyr. She was the cheater. She stomped on their vows. She broke Steve's heart, so she avoided this for so long. Coming home after being away felt different. She was a stranger in her own home.

She let herself into the house. Hanging onto the key rack, she’d painted herself. The radio played softly in the background, and she could smell something cooking in the oven. She hadn't expected anyone to be home since the car wasn't out front.

He looked up, hearing the sound of her heels. His eyes widened when he saw her.

"I'm sorry," Natasha began. "I ran out of clothes and didn't expect you to be here. I can come back."

"No, it's fine," Steve shook his head. He turned back to the oven, leaving her standing there and wondering. 

"Are you cooking?" Natasha dared to ask.

"Yes," He nodded. "Well, I am trying to, at least. It's a recipe from my mom's recipe book."

"It smells good," She commented.

"Thank you,"

They stood there for a moment, both of them staring at each other. Neither seemed to know what to say or do next.

Finally, Natasha cleared her throat.

"I'll just go and grab my clothes," She hitched a thumb over her shoulder.

"Okay," Steve nodded, turning back towards the stove.

Natasha walked quickly down the hallway, not wanting to prolong the awkwardness further. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her stomach twisted. She wanted to throw up, but she pushed the urge away, swallowing down her nerves and anxiety.

She reached the top of the stairs and turned towards their bedroom. It was the same as she left it. Not that she expected there to be much of a difference. It had only been a month.

Natasha walked over to her side of the bed, grabbing her suitcase. She packed some of her favorite pieces and another pair of shoes.

"Natasha,"

Steve's voice was gentle, almost hesitant. She didn't respond; she just continued packing.

"How are you?"

"Fine," Natasha shrugged, her gaze focused on the clothes.

"The inn's getting expensive," He tried again.

"I know," She nodded.

"Have you thought about what you're going to do?"

Natasha paused. She glanced up at him but couldn't look him in the eye.

"No," she answered honestly.

"We should talk," Steve said. "About us."

''Is there still an us?"

"Of course," He replied.

Natasha swallowed thickly. "I can't go back to how things were."

"I know," Steve shrugged. "I don't want to either."

"You didn't do anything wrong," She started. "You were perfect. You are perfect."

"I'm just not her," He finished.

Natasha sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping forward. "Yeah."

"When did you know you were a lesbian?" His brows furrowed as if it were painful to say.

Natasha hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip. "I'm not sure."

"Did you have a crush on your best friend in middle school? The way you would talk about her always seemed a little odd."

"I did," Natasha said. "Hilly Thompson was a girl in my class. She was smart and funny and pretty. But I didn't realize I was in love with her until we got older. After she moved away."

"Did you ever kiss her?"

"No," She admitted, blushing. "Y/n was my first time being with a woman."

"How many times have you slept with her?"

"Steve, that's-"

"How many times?"

"Eight or ten? It could be more. I haven’t exactly counted. It was only a couple of months."

"That's all?"

"It's not like we had time."

"Was it the sex that made you cheat? I could do more. We could try new things," He suggested. "I know I wasn't as experienced when we got married."

"Neither was I, Steve," Natasha sighed.

"What if I learned," He swallowed. "Would that be enough for you?"

"What are you saying?"

"That I can't lose you," He admitted. "That I don't want to lose you."

"I don't think changing how we have sex would make me feel any different," She swallowed.

"We never had children," Steve looked down at his feet.

"We tried," Natasha pointed out. "It wasn't something we could control. It just didn't happen for us."

"You didn't want a baby, did you?"

"Not especially," Natasha sighed. "But I wouldn't have minded."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because you did." Natasha shrugged. "I wanted to be a mother. Then I didn't. When we found out I had trouble conceiving, I just threw the idea away."

"What else aren't you telling me?"

"There isn't anything,"

"Don't lie."

"I'm not. I'm not lying," She shook her head.

Steve sat on the bed, his hands folded in his lap. "Then why did you come back here at this time? You know my schedule like the back of your hand. You knew I’d be home.”

"I didn't know what else to do," She admitted. "I missed you. I came to get my clothes, but part of me hoped to see you."

"Have you seen her?"

"Don't make me answer that," Natasha swallowed.

"So, you have," He nodded, a bitter tone seeping through his words.

"Yes," Natasha exhaled. "We've talked."

"You have an affair with a married woman, and you still choose her over me," He chuckled.

"Steve-"

"No, no. I understand. You two have history. I'm just the one who had to find out the hard way."

"It's not like that. If I could, I would go back and change it all," Natasha insisted. "Please believe me."

"What happened? Did you realize she was the love of your life?" He scoffed.

"Yes," Natasha said without thinking.

"You're serious?" Steve gaped.

"You wanted the truth," She sighed.

"She's not leaving Sam," Steve stated. "I've seen them together recently."

"I don't care," Natasha shook her head.

"But she's still married, and she's the mother of a young child."

"And I'm still married," Natasha countered.

"So you remember?"

"I'm not divorcing you," She stated.

"Then what's the point of this?"

"To give us both time to figure things out," Natasha explained. "You can't expect me to jump straight into a decision. We both have some healing to do."

"But if she leaves Sam-"

"She's not leaving Sam. He's her husband, and Claire needs both her parents."

"If she leaves him, will you run to her?"

"I don't know."

"I want a divorce, Natasha," He said suddenly.

"Okay," She nodded. "I'll get a lawyer."

"And I'm staying with Bucky until I find a place." He nodded. "You can keep the house."

"Whatever makes you happy."

"I'll have all my things out by the end of the week." He decided. "The car is at an auto shop."

"That thing crap out on you again?"

"It did," Steve nodded. "Buck's got a spare bed for me. I'll stay there."

"Okay,"

"Nat," He started.

"I'll leave," She grabbed her bag.

"I'm sorry,"

"For what?"

"For not being the right man for you."

"You were the right man, Steve."

"But I'm not her."

"No," Natasha swallowed thickly. "You're not."

"She makes you happy?"

"She does," Natasha nodded.

"Does she make you feel alive?"

"Yes."

"Like the sun's coming up inside you,"

"Yeah,"

"Then, I can't compete with that," Steve said. "I wouldn't want to."

"So this is it for us? Our marriage is just over?"

"I guess so," He tucked his hands into his pocket. "I've been thinking about joining the army again." He admitted. He didn't know why he told her. Maybe because he felt he had nothing to lose.

"Really?" Natasha raised her eyebrows.

"Yeah," He nodded. "My therapist thinks it could be good for me."

"You're seeing a shrink?"

"It helps," He shrugged.

"What do you need from me?"

"I need you to sign the papers," Steve answered.

"You have them drawn up already?"

"No, but I will."

Natasha studied him for a long moment. There was something deeply unsettling about seeing Steve like this—so resigned, so… defeated. He had fought for so much in his life, their marriage, and the future he thought they would have together. And now, he was letting go.

But what else could he do? She had given him no choice.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she admitted quietly.

“I know,” he said. “But it did.”

Steve had always been good, always steady. If anyone could have given her a safe life, it was him. She had tried to love him how he deserved—to be the kind of woman who would never stray or feel the pull of something beyond her quiet, respectable life. But trying had never been enough.

She thought of you, of the way you looked at her like she was something precious, something worth breaking all the rules for. She thought of how her chest felt lighter when you were near and how your touch made her feel like she was stepping into the sun after years of cold.

Steve must have seen the answer on her face before she could even say it because he exhaled deeply and nodded. “That’s all I needed to know.”

He wasn’t bitter. He wasn’t cruel. It would almost be easier if he were.

“Steve…”

“I’ll have the papers ready in a few days,” he said. “Take care of yourself, Natasha.”

And with that, he turned and walked away, leaving Natasha in the middle of the room, her bag hanging loosely in her grip.

******

Through all of the commotion, Claire had been the highlight of your life. Her constant, steady presence gave you a reason to believe you were still a good person. Her tantrums gave you something else to focus on, her giggles reminded you there was still joy in the world, and when she tucked her little hand into yours without a second thought, everything felt less impossible.

She sat cross-legged in the grass, plucking petals from a daisy, humming some half-remembered tune. You stretched out beside her, letting the sun warm your face as you glanced toward the porch where Sam leaned against the railing, watching the two of you with the look he always got when he was about to ask something you were not ready to answer.

"Mama," Claire said, drawing your attention back to her. "Are you sad?"

"No, love," You frowned. "What makes you think that?"

"Because you didn't smile at my joke," She shrugged. "And daddy didn't give you a kiss for morning wake-up."

"Your dad was busy this morning," You told her. "And I was tired."

You hadn't realized how important something like a morning kiss was for her.

Claire considered that for a moment, her little fingers twirling the daisy’s stem. She doesn’t look entirely convinced.

"Do you want me to tell you another joke?"

"Yes, please." You smiled, and she beamed up at you, her eyes bright.

"Okay, okay. What did the grape say when he got squeezed?"

"What did the grape say?"

"Nothing, he just let out a little wine!" Claire burst into giggles, dropping the ruined flower in her lap.

"Who taught you that joke?" You questioned with a smirk. You weren't even sure she understood what she was saying.

"Daddy did," She said. "Do you like it?"

"I love it," You replied.

"Good." She smiled. "Mama?"

"Yes, honey."

"Will you be happy now?"

"I am happy," You promised. "I'm always happy with you."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

Claire seemed satisfied with your answer, and she leaned back onto the grass, her hair fanned out around her head, eyes closed.

"Daddy, you should come over here and feel the sun with us," Claire called to Sam. You looked over to him. Family things like this made him uncomfortable now. He had been actively avoiding you except for when it came to Claire. You didn't understand how long the two of you could keep this act up.

"Sam," You sighed.

"Y/n," He began.

"I'll go," You sat up, brushing your hands off. "Spend some time with her."

"It's fine." He shook his head. "She wants both of us."

"Are you sure?" You asked.

"It's fine," Sam repeated. He walked over to the pair of you, crouching to Claire's level. She rolled onto her stomach, a smile on her lips.

"Hey, baby," He greeted. "How's the sun feeling?"

"Good," She said. "Warm and soft."

"Good," He nodded.

"Do you feel it, too?"

"Yeah," He said.

"And Mama," She pointed to you.

"I do feel it, baby," You nodded.

"Hey, why is there so much grass in our yard and not in Mr. McCready's yard?" She asked with wide eyes.

"Hmm, I don't know, pumpkin," Sam shrugged. "We take care of our yard a little better.”

"Because Mr. McCready is not nice," Claire stated.

"Right," Sam chuckled. "And you have to be nice to your plants and flowers, right?"

"Yes," Claire nodded.

"And why is that, sweetie?" You prompted.

"Because the world is beautiful, and we have to take care of it," Claire recited, and Sam shot you a grin. It was the first time he'd smiled at you in a while. Claire pushed herself up, brushing grass off her dress before taking off across the yard. She giggled in a way that indicated it would be nap time soon. It was the sort of subtle loopiness that only children could manage. You smiled after her, but a wave of dizziness washed over you when you moved to stand. You pressed a hand to your temple, blinking hard as the world tilted slightly.

"Whoa, easy," Sam said, stepping forward to steady you with a firm grip on your elbow. "You okay?"

"Yeah," You exhaled. "Just stood up too fast."

Sam watched you for a second longer before letting go. You took a slow breath, shaking off the feeling.

"She’s somethin’ else, huh?" Sam nodded toward Claire, now twirling in circles near the oak tree.

“She is,” You agreed, softening.

Sam shifted, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

"You went to see her," he said casually.

Your stomach clenched. "Sam—"

"I'm not mad," he interrupted. "Well, actually, I'm pissed, but I'm just sayin'—I know."

"I wanted to make sure she was okay," You explained. "She's alone."

"You're her best friend, I get it," He nodded.

"She is,"

"You know when we got married, I thought it was the best day of my life," He folded his arms over his chest. "I told my sister that as long as I had you, she never had to worry about me or us."

"I never thought you'd have to worry about me." You admitted.

"But then I found out about the affair." He said more to himself. "I found that this happy life that I thought was happy wasn't."

"I'm sorry."

"You've been sorry," He pointed out. "It hasn't fixed anything."

"What do you want me to say, Sam? What can I do to make it better?"

"Nothing," He shook his head. "You can't."

"We're leaving each other in limbo," You sighed. "Claire's picking up on it. I don't think you realize that."

"So, what?" He scoffed. "You're telling me I should divorce you?"

"I'm saying, I think it would be better for us."

"You mean for you," He narrowed his eyes.

"No," You denied. "This isn't what I want, and you know it."

"You can't have both of us," He said. "You can't have a husband and then have an affair. It's not how this works."

"I know that," You said, your jaw tightening. "And I don't want that. I never wanted to hurt you, Sam. I never wanted any of this."

"Then what did you want?"

"I wanted someone to love me," You whispered. "I wanted her to love me."

"Oh, so my love wasn't enough?"

"No, yes, Sam," You squeezed your eyes shut. Why were feelings always so complicated? "I told you how she makes me feel. Claire, honey, not too close to the street!" You called after your daughter.

"Why her?" He asked. "Why not someone single?" 

Why not a man? It was a question left unsaid but settled loud between the two of you. 

"Because I fell in love with her," You answered.

"And how am I supposed to trust that now?"

"You're not," You sighed.

"So what now?"

"I don't know."

Sam exhaled, his shoulders falling forward. He seemed tired, his usual optimism gone.

"What if I wanted to leave you?"

"Do you want to?"

"I don't know. It's a big decision," Sam said.

"Yeah,"

"But maybe we should think about it," He swallowed. "I didn't come from a broken home."

"I know,"

"And Claire—"

"We would figure it out," You reassured. "You're my best friend, Sam."

"You were mine too," He said, his expression painful.

"Were?"

"Am," He sighed. "You're still my best friend. No matter what. Even if I'm not yours anymore."

"Sam,"

"Don't." He shook his head. "Please."

"We don't have to figure it all out right now," You said.

"We need to figure out something."

"Yes," You nodded.

"And you want to be with her?"

"Yes," You closed your eyes.

"I guess I can't compete with that," He mumbled.

"There's no competition, Sam. This isn't a contest."

"It feels like it," He admitted.

"You're still my child's father and best friend," You explained. "No one can replace that."

"Not even her?"

"That's different."

"It shouldn't be,"

"Sam,"

"What?"

"I don't want to talk about this anymore,"

"Then what do you want to talk about, y/n?"

"Nothing."

"You can't keep shutting me out,"

"I'm not,"

"Yes, you are."

"Can we just not fight for five minutes?" You pleaded. "Just for a little bit? Most days you ignore me. Other days, it's this. Talking in circles. I think I would feel better if you just kicked me out."

"Why haven't you left yet, then?"

"Because Claire is here," You explained.

"Nah, that's not it," He narrowed his eyes at you. "You're scared."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're afraid to lose us,"

"Us?"

"Claire,"

"Of course, I'm afraid of losing Claire," You snapped.

"But you're also afraid of losing me,"

"Sam,"

"And Natasha,"

"You don't know what you're talking about," You glared.

"You're afraid you made a big mistake," He continued. "You're afraid that whatever life you had with me is the best it gets. That what the two of you have done is the biggest mistake of your life."

"It's not the mistake," You whispered. "Cheating is a mistake."

Sam exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "And yet, here we are."

You didn't have anything to say to that. Because he was right. Because you did this, both of you did. And now there was nowhere to put it—nowhere to hide from the weight of it.

Sam scrubbed a hand over his face, then exhaled. "You think I don’t know what this is like for you? You think I don’t get it?"

You swallowed, looking away. "You don’t."

He huffed out a humorless laugh. "I don’t? You don’t think I wake up every damn day wondering where I went wrong? If there was some moment where I could’ve done something different, said something different, been different? And then I look at Claire, and I think—none of it even matters. Because we have her, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything. Not even to go back and fix whatever the hell happened to us."

"Are you still in love with her?" He asked after a beat.

Your breath caught.

"I don’t—"

"Don’t lie to me, Y/n," he said quietly. "Please."

Your eyes burned as you forced yourself to meet his gaze. "Yeah," you whispered. "I think I am."

Sam nodded once as he expected it like he’d known it all along. "Then what are you still doing here?"

You thought over his words. This entire conversation was almost as if he was urging you to go to Natasha.

"You should have her," Sam added.

"What are you talking about?"

"If you want her," He said. "I won't stop you."

"What about Claire?"

"I would never take her away from you," He promised.

"Mama, I have to potty bad," Claire chose that moment to abandon her flower picking.

"Come on," You sighed, scooping her into your arms. You gave Sam one last glance.

"Mama, hurry," Claire wiggled.

"I know, baby," You nodded, rushing her inside.

What now?

***********

The knock at Natasha's door came later than she was used to. She wasn't used to visitors, it was too late for housekeeping, and she wasn't expecting a second visit from you. But she knew. Before she reached for the handle and pulled the door open, she knew it was you. She hoped it was you.

"Hi," She greeted, trying to ignore the sudden flutter of her heart.

"Hey," You smiled, leaning against the frame.

"You're here pretty late," She commented.

"Yeah, well, I wanted to see you," You shrugged. "Can I get a proper hello this time?"

"Really?"

"Yes," You grinned.

Natasha stepped back, pulling the door wide enough for you to enter. Your eyes met hers, and suddenly, all the words she'd planned to say disappeared.

"Come here," She whispered, pulling you in.

"God, I missed you," You murmured against her mouth, hands sliding over her hips.

"How much?" She challenged.

"So much," You pressed another kiss to her lips, this one harder, more desperate. Natasha moaned softly, tugging at the hem of your shirt. You broke the kiss only long enough for her to pull it over your head.

"Not that I'm not happy that you're here," She said through peppered kisses against her neck. "But I thought we weren't doing this. At least until we figured things out."

"What if I said they're figured out?"

"Sam-"

"He wants a divorce," You explained. 

"Oh," Natasha breathed. "Are you okay?"

"I'm not," You shook your head. "But, we've been talking and... I can't stop thinking about you. So, we decided—"

"We?"

"We talked," You nodded. "A long talk. Lots of wine and tears. He's willing to let me go."

"To me?"

"If I want," You confirmed.

"And you want this? Us? All the things that come with it?"

"More than anything."

"Are you sure, y/n? Because the second we do this, there's no going back. You know that, right? We won't be able to show or tell anyone."

"I don't care," You cupped her cheeks. "As long as I have you and Claire has us. I don't care what the world thinks."

"And what about your family, y/n? The neighborhood? We have to keep things a secret."

"I'm a sinner," You shrugged. "So, fuck them. I want you. All of you. And no matter how hard the world tries, they won't be able to take us apart."

"What's gonna happen with Sam?"

"He's keeping the house," You explained. "For Claire's sake. There will be too many changes for us to take away from her right now."

"Will he tell?"

"No," You shook your head. "I'm the bad guy here, not him. It's easier for him this way."

"How are we going to do this, y/n?"

"One day at a time," You answered. "I have no idea. I have no clue what the future holds, but I know I want you, Natasha."

Natasha leaned in, kissing you softly. "You have me, Y/n."

"I love you," You mumbled.

"I love you,"

"Natasha," You breathed.

"Yeah?"

"Let me touch you," You whispered.

"Okay,"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," She nodded. "Touch me."

Your hand slid under her nightgown, caressing the skin of her stomach. Natasha gasped, arching into your touch.

"Bed," She urged, tugging you by the hand.

You followed her inside, pressing her up against the wall and kissing her hard. Her nails dug into your shoulders, and you hissed, grinding your hips into hers. You hadn't realized how much you missed her until you were touching her. Her lips were everywhere, and her touch seared.

"I've been thinking about this," You told her, pulling her top over her head and letting it fall to the floor.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes,"

"What else have you been thinking about?"

"About your legs around my waist and your nails on my back," You said as you fell back onto the bed.

"That's a lot of thinking," She smirked as she hovered over you.

"I've had time," You ran your hand up the back of her thigh, tugging her toward you.

"Show me," She urged. And you did just that.

After what could have been hours of lovemaking, you collapse onto the bed with Natasha in your arms. She traced patterns into the skin of your chest as she cuddled closer.

"There's something different about you?" Natasha broke the silence.

"Is there?"

"Mhmm," She hummed. "I don't know. Maybe it's the sex. It's been a while since you've had any."

"Maybe," You chuckled. "I think it's more than that."

"Do tell,"

"I finally found a way to live without lying," You explained.

"How's that?"

"By not hiding who I love," You turned and kissed her forehead.

"You're cheesy,"

"You like it,"

"Maybe,"

"Tell me something,"

"What?"

"What are we going to do next?"

"I found a place right outside of Colombus," Natasha began. "Just a drive away. It's beautiful. I've already put an offer on it."

"They let you do that? By yourself?"

"I have a good realtor," She grinned. "And they're not a bunch of close-minded assholes like around here."

"So, when are we leaving?"

Natasha smiled wide at that.

"We're doing this,"

"I love you, and I don't want to spend another day without you,"

"You know I was so scared to let myself have this," She admitted. "I knew what the consequences were."

"And now?"

"Now I have hope," She answered.

"For us?"

"Yes,"

"We can make it work,"

"I know,"

"You're so beautiful," You breathed.

"And you're sappy," She giggled.

"But I'm all yours," You leaned over to kiss her cheek.

"Y/n?"

"Yes, my love,"

"Thank you,"

"For what?"

"For giving me a chance,"

*********

Living on Natasha's farm was a dream and a learning curve. It differed from the lives both of you led in the city. Natasha divorced Steve. They kept minimal communication as he kept true to his word and joined the army. You and Sam were still married but had plans to divorce eventually, wanting to avoid raising suspicion. Sam ended up selling the family house and moving to the next town much closer to the farm. So Claire still had that stability. She loved the animals you had and didn’t fully understand the nature of your relationship, but she enjoyed having two moms.

You didn't think that life would ever be this perfect. It was better than perfect.

"Daddy's coming," Claire announced, hopping onto the porch with a bright smile. She was much taller now and certainly more energetic, if possible.

"Is he?" Natasha asked from her spot next to you on the swing.

"Yup," She nodded. "And he said he has a surprise for me."

"Oh yeah? What kind of surprise?"

"I don't know," Claire shrugged.

"Did you give him any hints about what you wanted?"

"I already had my birthday," She furrowed her brows.

"So a late gift,"

"Yeah,"

"It must be a pretty good surprise,"

"It must be,"

Sam pulled onto the dirt road like always, and you watched as he parked. The door opened, and he stepped out with balloons and a box of chocolate.

"What's all that for?" You stood, walking down the stairs to greet him.

"Just a sweet gift for my pumpkin because I missed her." He greeted her with open arms.

"Hi, Daddy," Claire jumped up and hugged him. She left a slobbery kiss on his cheek that had him feigning annoyance.

"How are you, little lady?"

"Good,"

"Did you eat your vegetables like I told you to?"

"Yup,"

"And did you help Mama with her chores today?"

"Yes,"

"Good girl," He smiled. "You've gotten so tall. Soon, I won't be able to carry you."

"No, I'm not getting too big," Claire waved a hand. She wiggled out of Sam's arms to show the chocolates to Natasha, who was still sitting on the swing.

"Natasha," Sam acknowledged shortly. There was still tension there, but they were cordial. "And how's my little man?" He asked, directing his smile to the baby boy in your arms.

William Sawyer Wilson. 

You hadn't expected your belly to get bigger in the months after your separation. Swept up in the whirlwind of divorce and heartache, you hadn’t realized you were pregnant. Coparenting with Sam was already great, but another baby made you nervous. Especially since his parents and the community would question how a woman could get pregnant during a divorce, Sam and his mother had tried their best to explain it away as a miracle child, and the gossip eventually died down.

“He’s perfect,” you answered.

Sam reached out, his large hands cradling the baby’s tiny form. William blinked up at him with wide, curious eyes. “Hey, little man,” Sam murmured, his tone softer now. “You’re getting big on me too.”

You watched as Sam gently bounced the baby, his movements natural, familiar. Despite everything, the past and the tangled mess of emotions, there was no denying his love for his children and even you. After all this time, he was still a part of your life, and there was no one else you would trust more to be the father of your kids.

Sam looked up, catching your eye. His gaze was steady, unreadable. Then, his lips curled into a small, private smile.

"We did good," He nodded, and your heart squeezed.

"We did," You agreed. "Come inside, we cooked dinner."

"Daddy, do you want some cake?" Claire asked, pulling on his shirt.

"Cake?" He repeated. He bounced William in his arms and followed the three of you into the kitchen.

"Mama made it."

"Oh?" He gave you a knowing look. "Which one?" He eyed Natasha suspiciously.

"It wasn't me. You don't have to worry about it," Natasha smirked.

"It's really good," Claire added.

"I'm sure it is," Sam rolled his eyes.

"It's strawberry," You smiled. "It's her favorite."

"Can we have dinner now?" Claire asked.

"We can," Sam answered.

"And cake after,"

"And cake after,"

"Mama, can daddy come live here too?" Claire asked.

"Not yet," Sam said before you could answer. "But I'm only a couple of miles away, okay? So I can visit any time."

"How about a sleepover?"

"A sleepover, huh?" Sam looked up at you.

"Maybe," Natasha shrugged. "If that's what daddy wants."

"Then we can have a sleepover," Sam confirmed. As the conversation died down, Claire beamed, satisfied with the idea of a sleepover with all of her parents. She skipped towards the kitchen, already gabbing about setting up blankets and pillows.

You met Sam’s gaze, a quiet understanding passing between you. It wasn’t conventional; it wasn’t easy, but you were making it work. For Claire. For William. For yourselves.

Natasha stood, stretching her arms before resting a hand on your lower back. “Dinner, then?” she asked, voice warm, steady.

You nodded. “Dinner.”

Sam exhaled, a small, almost reluctant smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah. Let’s eat.”

And just like that, the four of you entered, the scent of home-cooked food filling the space. It wasn’t the picture-perfect family you once imagined—but it was yours. And that was enough.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Okay, your head canons (get it? Am so hilarious) with our dear big tittied viltrumites (Nolan, conquest, thragg. I don't think kregg has such big ones but we love him anyway?) was Amazing, loved them

But they got me thinking about a petvincible harem + the four of them 😮😮. Would it be chaotic asf? Yes, but what's better then like 20+ (I cannot keep track of all the invincible variants, but add your OC ones aswell cause I love them) pairs of man boobies? 4 more pairs of man boobies.

I just really like the idea of them all sharing a tiny three bedroom apartment with a working reader, it makes my little gay heart happy. I also like like the idea of big strong men getting dicked down, can ya blame me?

Thank you for reading my yap session my favorite gator 🤗🤗

I know these men hate to see me comin, they would never know peace.

i have like no gifs i can use for this stuff, so have these ones instead.

what should i call this group? they arent petvincibles, so... viltruwives?

At this point, readers neighbors gotta think he's in some polygamist cult, or that he's in some super kinky relationship, cuz he's got these four massive buff men coming and going. Whys that one wearing so much leather? (idk, I feel like Conquest would think leather is fancy, you can't tell me this guy wouldn't wear cowboy boots) 

Nolan is used to being a husband on earth after having been with Debbie so long. Is he still with Debbie in this setting? Are they divorced? Is it an open relationship kinda deal, and she is also seeing Paul? 

Well, this means Nolan already knows his way around the court. He knows how to clean, how to cook, how to grocery shop and take care of the home and taxes. Hell, hes still making money from the books he ghostwrote or wrote under a fake name, so he's the only one with an income outside of you 

Kregg, I feel would quickly get an understanding of it all, would find a way to fake an identity, get a job, and start raking in cash. Hes crazy smart and all that, and he gives the vibe that he would be lethal in the business world. Homeboy probably works banking or finance. Or some other soul crushing job, where he gets to fuck over other people's lives. I feel he would end up a mean cook as well, after much experimentation. 

Conquest? He gets to stay retired for a while. To just get to live, to experience and feel. Let him pick up hobbies, like gardening or even painting. It looks horrible, but being able to create instead of destroy would give him some kind of peace. I think he enjoys going on walks in the morning, like, walking normally, in his comfortable clothes. Gets himself a coffee, a bagel, sits in the park with his sudoku. Texts the reader good morning, wishing him a good day at work. 

Thragg has the hardest time just being... part of the plebians. He would still see all of humanity as worthless insects, no, lower than insects. But the reader loves humanity, loves earth, so he puts up with it. He wouldn't want to work either, cuz that's for lowlives, but I do think he would end up doing something just out of boredom. I don't know what he would do, but he would have some job where he gets to bark orders, crush other people's hope and wishes, and exert his power. He probably works for the IRS.. 

Methinks reader is just enjoying himself most days. Like, who wouldn't love to come home from a long day of doing customer service, and just being able to literally dive head first into the pecs(tits) of the closest viltrumite. 

Reader will never need a weighted blanket, he can just lay down on the bed, make grabby hands, and whichever viltrumite has the time just lays down on top of him. True peace and therapy trapped under such a large and powerful man. Gets all the stress of the day to melt right off. 

At least two of them would try to talk you into getting a moustache... Nolan would be chill with you getting whatever, Conquest I think doesn't care too much.  

You guys aren't secretive of your relationship, and you become a bit of a joke in your friend group for being such a dilf and gilf hunter. Nobody dares mess with you though, all four of your boyfriends look like they kill baby deer and drink their blood for breakfast.  

Insert them also “working on your stamina” with you, cuz god are you gonna need it. I feel these four can be just as much as all the Marks combined. Age doesn't mean their needs have gone away, and now they actually have an outlet. The Marks are never older than a few hundred years at most (except for emperor mark). But these guys? They've gone thousands of years without just doing it for pleasure and fun (outside of Nolan), so, they got a lot of catching up to do. 

reader has once again saved the universe by being kinda dumb and pathetically cute. build him and his broken dick a statue.

[faghubby]

Luke's big cock

Luke stood 6 foot 4 inches tall. Had broad shoulders. Kept his light brown hair short. Hazel eyes that seemed to change color with his mood. He had a completion where he always seemed tan even in He dead of winter. He was funny and out going. I would of been extremely jealous of m6 wife and his relationship if he wasn't absolutely positively gay. My wife Keri and him met in college and have remained close ever since. I even made him an usher at our wedding. So when he called and asked if he could stay at our place while in town there was no discussion.

"Absolutely" Keri said her eyes brightening "how long will you be in town" she was beaming as hse put the call on speaker.

"Only 4 days" I heard him answer. "Thanks it will great to see you guys" Luke said in his deep rich voice. "Got to go, will call you back later. LADYBUG" his nickname for Keri.

"Keri I love Luke and all but we just don't have the room" I stated.

"It's only a few days I am sure he will just crash on the floor" she assured me. Our place was small. We didn't even have a couch just a loveseat. When they spoke later that night Keri reminded him we didn't have alot of room.

"No worries Ladybug. I'll just sleep with your sexy husband while you take the couch" he laughed.

"Don't be silly we can share" Keri told him. Overhearing this I just spoke my head and went back to playing a game onnmy phone.

I picked Luke up from the airport a week later, Keri had picked up an extra shift. Luke insisted on taking me to dinner. I was very aware of the looks we got from the waitress and a few other customers. Luke seemed un phased. Bit then again he was gay. So I guess he didn't really care. Afrer dinner we went home and he kicked my ass playing every video game I had. It was getting late.

"Look Keri won't be home till morning. So you know if you want you can sleep in the bed. It's better then the floor" I told him.

"Dude I don't want to make you uncomfortable" he started.

"Don't be silly I will build a pillow wall between us" I laughed. I went to brush my teeth. I was already in bed when Luke came in the room. He wore just his boxer briefs. It was hard not to notice the size of the bulge in them. He got under the covers and turned off the light. I woke up to Keri climbing into bed.

"Your home early" it wasn't early it was 3am.

"Shh, move over " she hushed as I was now laying between her and Luke. In our queen size bed. Luke moved and suddenly was spooning me. Keri facing me reached down and rubbed me thru my pajamas.

"Stop" I said thru clenched teeth.

"It's just you look so cute in Luke's big strong arms" she teased. I realized Luke was now getting hard. His cock pressing against me.

"Luke has a really big one" Keri told me as she kissed me her hand now down my pajamas as she stroked me.

"You know before he came out I did this to him once" Keri confessed she had never told me that before. Suddenly I felt Luke's hand reach into my pants.

"You guys are noisy" he said sleepy. He replaced Keri's hand.

"Roll over Paul, help him out" Keri kissed me. This was crazy, but I was so turned on by it all I did as she said. Keri leaned over me and pulled Luke's cock out.

"Stroke him" she told me. As she took over for Luke and played with my cock agsin. I grasped Luke. Holy shit he was massive. I could barely touch my fingers together. Luke just held me as I jerked him off Keri's breasts pressed against my back as she kissed my neck. Keri kept me from finishing until Luke groaned and came hard all over my leg. Only then did Keri let me finish all over myself. Without a word we all drifted back to sleep.

I woke up first I tried to get out of bed without wakiing them. I went to shower. My pajamas where stiff where Luke had cum all over my leg. I washed the dry cum off my stomach. I got dressed and went to work. Before they got up.

When I got home that evening Keri was in the kitchen.

"Hey baby" she said kissing me. Just then Luke came in as well. He looked all sweaty. "How was your run?" Keri asked.

"Good, ran past that old ice cream parlor we used to hang out at, it's now a smoke shop" he said shaking his head. "I got to shower" he said heading down the hall.

"It was so hot last night" Keri started grabbing my crotch. "Have you ever thought of being with a man before?" She asked. I was shocked by this.

"Go was his back" she said. "It's okay"

"Keri I am not gay" I stated.

"Of course not but you might like being bi" she continued. Her hand down my pants again.

"He is so much bigger" she teased. "I wish he liked girls"

"Your crazy" I told her. She kissed me and left me wanting. After dinner we watched some rom com. And then all got up to get ready for bed. Keri was all over me as soon as she climbed into bed. We could here Luke brushing his teeth. Then suddenly the bedroom door opened and Luke came in. Without a word he slid into bed. Once again I was in the middle. Keri didn't stop as she pulled off my Pajamas.

Lukes big hands turned me away from Keri and he kissed me. His tounge pussed it's way into my mouth. Keri squirted lube into my hand. I stroked his cock lubing it up.

"Let him take you" Keri whispered in my ear. Turning me again she held my head against her breasts. As Luke worked a fat lubed finger into my ass.

"Let him have you baby, God I swear I am going to cum just thinking about it. Mybhand slid to Keri'# panties they where soaked thru. She pushed my head down. Luke physically moved me around as I buried my head in between keris thighs he worked my ass. Shoving a second even a third in my ass. He then removed them and I felt his weight shift. Then his hard cock being pushed against my hole.

"Fuck him, God yes fuck him" Keri moaned as the head of his cock violated my ass. It hurt so bad. But I was unable to move. As Keri had my head squeezed between her thighs and Luke held my hips with his massive hands.

the initial pain subsided as Luke fucked my ass. I had never witnessed Keri being also excited. Keri came on my tounge but I didn't stop. Luke was now fucking me with long hard stokes. He stiffened and I felt his cock pulse as he came deep inside me. Keri was done unable to even speak as she tried to recover from what she later would tell me was the best orgasm of her life. Luke held me close his cock softening in my ass. I was confused but had not cum. I fell asleep as they both held me.

I woke up alone, my ass sore. I could smell bacon cooking. I showered felling my ass thinking it must be stretched beyond belief. I got dressed and found Keri and Luke sitting on the couch. Keri jumped up. Kissed me

"How you feeling?" She asked not waiting for an answer she guided me in front of Luke she knelt and pulled me to my knees beside her. She opened lukes robe, he was naked as she grasped his cock.

"Suck it for me" she teased. Luke wasn't so subtle and grabbed my head guiding it to his cock.

"Do what I do" Keri told me and dropped even more to take me in her mouth. I hesitated

"If you don't want to you can get up here and sit on my lap" Luke told me. I focused on Keri as she licked my cock. So I licked Luke's. She went slow. Licking and massaging me I did everything ahe did to me to Luke at first, then started to do other things things I liked done to me. I don't even know when Keri stopped sucking my dick.

"Make him cum baby, taste good doesn't it.?" Keri teased. As she sat back watching playing with herself.

"I am so jealous of you Paul. I wish someone with a cock that big would let me suck him dry. And fuck me" she moaned

"Keri, I broke your husband he has a taste for cock now" Luke laughed. He jerked and then my mouth was full of cum. I gagged and coughed. I was choking on his cum. As I pulled away he shot more on my face. Then all over my shirt. Keri knelt next to me and kissed me. We shared his cum.

"Keri" I moaned pulling off her shirt.

"No baby, it's not polite. After last night I gave you to Luke for the weekend. Keri and I showered again together. She then picked me out what to wear. It was brighter colors and tighter clothes then no normally would wear. We went out and as we got out of the car Luke grabbed my hand.

"It's okay baby" Keri smiled. As Luke just led me around. It felt odd but also safe. It was like I all my worries where cast aside. I didn't even protest when Luke pressed me against the wall and kissed me. Keri just walked along laughing.

When we got home

"Now your chance to prove you want this, and you weren't forced " Luke told me. As he dropped his pants.

"Sit on my lap, ride my cock cowgirl" he told me. Keri was naked before I was. This time she drove her vibrator in out of her wet pussy. The sloshing voice easily heard. As I lowered myself on Luke's massive cock.

"I am going to find men to fuck us both" Keri told me as I finally came as I drove Lukes whole cock into my ass. I hadn't even touched myself. Luke fucked me twice more before his trip was over. And I sucked his cock as Keri drove us to the airport.

"I have a feeling Luke will be visiting much more often" Keri told me that night in bed. As she also showed me men off a fetish dating site.

"How do you feel about having a black daddy? Bet he make you beg for it" Keri told me. As I rolled her on her back. She was still soaking wet as I drove my 5 inches into her. I would find Keri a cock that would make her cum like Luck's had me.

[sincerelywhistler]

⊹ ₊ ❤︎ VIX ❤︎₊ ⊹

My husband, Fox, received Desire Demon as his Redacted demon quiz type result. So, naturally, we cooked up a DemonSona for him. And by we, I mean he called all the shots and I had the utmost pleasure of drawing this flirt. (We also made Vix and my DemonSona, Wolf-Rayet, smooch. Because we’re gay.)

Vulpecula… Vix… like a vixen… l-like a Fox yeah you get it.

Vix’s Pinterest Board

More about Vix (from Fox himself):

HELLO TUMBLR ITS FOX AND ITS MY TURN ON THE WES ACCOUNT, STRAP IN

• Vix first began writing as a way to better understand human desires on a deeper, personal level through passing on letters with anonymous pen pals

• Through sending these letters back and forth, he found his passion for writing as a whole. He excels in writing romance and poetry.

• After sending his pen pals rough copies of his creative works, they encouraged Vix to publish his books. He decided to publish his books under his full name, Vulpecula

• The general public has been lead to believe that the name Vulpecula is a pseudonym, and that it is a pseudonym that was passed down from anonymous writer to anonymous writer as generations passed. Empowered folk likely know that an immortal race— like a demon or vampire— is the person behind the pen

• He was a voracious reader from the start. Vix’s place on Elegy houses an impressive collection of books of all ages and genres

• Vix primarily feeds on humans’ general attraction towards him rather than from sexual relationships. Think of his dietary situation like something rent-a-boyfriend haha. Need a plus one to a wedding or work party? Don’t want to waste a Friday night by staying home? Want a shopping buddy? Call him up, he likes both the company and the attention.

• Bringing people out of their shells to try new things or go on dates is his favorite thing to do, which is why he wants to study Wolf-Rayet’s reclusive self under a microscope so badly in a gay way

• HOW THEY MET IS SO CUTE BUT I DONT THINK I CAN SUMMARIZE IT ALL LIKE WES WOULD BE ABLE TO SO LOOK AT THE THUMBNAIL OF THEM MEETING INSTEAD

barcode: the pleasure is mine

• …I LIED IM DOING IT ANYWAY. Wolf-Rayet finally got out of the house to visit the quaint mom and pop book shop to pick up some new books to read to his patients. By happenstance, Vix was there, setting up for a book signing when he spotted WR looking lost and awkward in the romance section. He caught Vix’s eye in more ways than one, so of course he had to go fluster the shit out of WR. WR explodes and fucking dies because a McDonald’s sprite would kill that Victorian man, but also because Vix wants to see him again, so he handed WR a copy of one of his spicer books he’s published, and on the back he wrote “we could make such a beautiful library together”. It’s then that Wolf-Rayet learns that he is actually the author of that book signing before bolting out the doors in embarrassment 😭

• He and Wolf-Rayet speak Latin together!! Vix learned it because he’s a sucker for dead languages and WR picked it up because he’s old as fuck medical terminology is heavy with Latin roots

• Vix calls WR “his hound” like from Fox and the Hound

That’s all I will share for now GOODBYE TUMBLR

-FOX

[complainblogforthevoid]

The fire nation is actually the least likely nation to be homophobic and the fact that it is canonically the only homophobic nation is a bunch of bull, driven by the idea that bad is bad is bad and we must have only negative things in the fire nation and the other nations are hapless uwu victims. God forbid we have some awareness that cultures can be problematic in different ways.

Also easily none of the nations could be homophobic, or all of them are to varying degrees, but if only ONE nation is homophobic it is NOT going to be the fire nation and here's why.

Air Nomads

Look these guys are just as likely to be homophobic as not actually. Like clearly they're all monks, but that could go one of two ways. You're either a love is love monk, or a sex is sinful monk, and the fact that the monks were separated by gender into different temples and they presumably only had sex to have children so they wouldn't die out, I'm leaning towards the "sex is a tool to create children, to do it for other reasons is to indulge your carnal urges" type monks.

And when two men or two women have sex, it's not to create children.

Therefore, pretty solid that while the air nomads probably don't hate gay people, I don't think it was really an accepted thing in their society just because no romantic/sexual relationship was really accepted within the monk lifestyle. So not homophobic, but not really a thing.

2. Southern Water Tribe

You're gonna look me in the eyes and tell me that a nation with such emphasis on gender roles isn't gonna be hella weird about gay people? The men go off to war, the women stay and mend. Sokka's sexism, although I do think there's an argument that he took it further than his society taught him (because he was overcompensating, as the only man left in the village) was clearly taught to him.

That being said it's a society in which men leave on long journeys for days or weeks at a time and leave their wives at home, so I wouldn't be surprised if homosexuality was common but not discussed. You get a boat husband, yall keep each other company during long voyages while both your wives are gone. The ladies meet up for "sewing circles" while the men are off doing their thing. It's something that happens, but even if you do indulge it's with the understanding that when you get back to the village or your spouse comes back from the hunt you two are married and whatever happened when you were separated is not discussed.

Open homesexuality in such a culture? Can you imagine? Absolutely not.

3. Northern Water Tribe

Again, super gendered society. Women are literally treated like property and supports to be used by men, not allowed to speak in political situations, etc.

The reason I separate the southern and nothern is that their way of living is so different that my conclusion is different as well.

The northern water tribe is far more sexist (southern, we see that gran gran is respected as an elder at least and her words are taken seriously) AND they don't have the same previously mentioned long trips in which the men and women are separated.

Therefore I don't think homosexuality is even okay as a silent, not-talked-about but generally accepted part of society. These guys would absolutely make laws against it.

4. Earth Kingdom

Initially similar problems to the water tribe. They're clearly a very gendered society, only men join the army from what we've seen, the women are at the very least encouraged to be pretty and silent, especially in higher social statuses. In a society that emphasizes the respective places of women and men so much, homosexuality is less likely to be accepted because it necessarily destroys those roles (hence the "okay but who's the man in your relationship" type questions--because people obsessed with gendered society cannot fathom the idea that a relationship can consist of two people not fulfilling the specific roles of "man" and "woman")

Similarly to the Northern Water Tribe, they also don't have the situations in which men and women are often separated for long periods of time. Plus just given the generally rigid, headstrong nature of earth benders as a whole combined with the sexist nature of their general social strata, I just don't think they're going to be easily swayed to accept an alternative family structure than the one they have decided (a man protecting and providing for the family, a woman to care for the children, and their children).

Clearly the earth nation is extremely large and there is a lot of variation between the sections of any society, so I don't doubt there are many places (especially further-removed locations that aren't so under the direct sway of the aforementioned nobility) where homosexuality is accepted even openly, but we're talking about the general societal attitude, not exceptions to the rule.

(This being said Omashu is not homophobic no matter how homophobic the rest of the earth kingdom is because I refuse to believe Bumi wouldn't immediately repeal any homophobic laws the moment he became king)

5. Fire Nation

The Fire Nation is the most equal society in terms of gender norms. This is the only nation that has just as many women as men in the military, and in political situations (although we see many of the higher ups are still men) women are allowed to have a place as well. No one objects to Azula being the next firelord on grounds of her being a woman, no one ever suggests that Azula, Mai, or Ty Lee don't know what they're doing because they're women or expresses surprise that a group of women took Ba Sing Se or whatever.

Now, in terms of accepted relationships I do agree that the nobility likely insist that their own children marry someone that they can have children with--because bloodlines are important in such a society, and royal matches have never been about love or attraction, they've been about making alliances and raising your social status and continuing bloodlines.

We don't see any evidence of harems in Avatar, but there are plenty of historical examples of a king marrying a woman to continue the bloodline and then having male concubines and such, which is what I would suggest as a reasonable way to portray this in the fire nation.

But generally speaking, to the common people, there is literally no reason for the fire nation to have a problem with homosexual relationships. In fact there are more positives than negatives to them, when you have both men and women as soldiers on your ships.

You can ban all sexual relationships in the hope that you can avoid your women soldiers getting pregnant, or you could turn a blind eye to gay relationships because guess what when you have lady soldiers that's a really great way to make sure no one gets pregnant while on really long assignments.

IN CONCLUSION

The reason the fire nation was said to be the only homophobic nation in the comics was plain and simple a "grr fire nation evil" mentality that didn't take into account any of the actual cultures presented, and people need to take into account that someone can be an evil rat bastard and not be homophobic, and there are bigger questions of society in play that you can't just say "oh they're evil and those guys are good so the first will be homophobic and the second wont"

See: Kaido from one piece as a great example of how a rat bastard is not homophobic or transphobic

[strawbxrryanime]

catch my breath - summer chifuyu x male!reader

It was so hot. The most sunniest day of the month, and you are so sweaty for the walk home. Panting, you quickly open the door to your home to see your beloved husband, Chifuyu just with his favorite blue boxers sitting by the fan. He looks back, calling you and smirking. “It’s so hot my sweet boy, come here..” Summer Chifuyu calls you over as you sit down with the fan right next to him.

After everything, you were his favorite. Summer Chifuyu loved you so much, so so so much. He’d buy stuffies for you when you most needed them, and care for you whenever you doubt yourself, as he exclaims how much he loves his perfect husband. As you two got married ever since. You look at Summer Chifuyu’s blonde hair, all tied up high in a bun as the sweat shows through his hair.

The heat almost stimulates you for a bit, just thinking about how caring he was, and how much the walk home has made you happy in the blistering heat for meeting your beloved. Summer Chifuyu holds you close, as you lay on his bare chest, you began to think nothing more than sweat, but pure love. His teal eyes glare down at you as he smiles. “I love you, my Y/N do you know that? Despite me telling you this a thousand times..” Summer Chifuyu exclaims.

“You gay French fry…” You chuckle as Summer Chifuyu giggles. You just can’t help it but kiss him at this point. “I love you love you looooveee you..” Summer Chifuyu chuckles. The heat got the both of you and him stimulated.

You quickly pick up the pace as you ride him. Your ass clenching and clamping every time you bounce on his cock, clothes stayed in the corner as both Summer Chifuyu and you are nude, fucking through the hot day as the sweat trickles down. You pant as you groan, taking him all the way in as you bounce and bounce, practically scream as Summer Chifuyu whimpers and grunts and groans. The plaps grow louder as you hold his shoulders and keep riding him, filling the sounds with screams.

As Summer Chifuyu cums, warm hot seed spurts deep inside your ass, as you twitch and scream and moan. Your pants are laid out with chuckles, as you smile at your beloved husband, doing so well. Until he pins you down and fucks you fowardly. “Fuck!~ Y/N!~” Summer Chifuyu screams out as he thrusts deeply inside you, fucking you in missionary as your ass gets filled more and more as he plows through you.

The heat grows hotter as the pounding goes through, sweat dribbling down his forehead, his cock getting more deeper and deeper inside you. Fucking you over. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, as you scream and groan in pleasure as his legs erratically give in, thrusting in an obscene manner that the pounding noises would echo throughout the whole entire house as you scream and wail in pleasure.

“Fuck!~ I’m going to!~” Summer Chifuyu screams as he lets out his seed inside of your ass, as you feel a warm hug on your stomach, feeling the bulge left on your stomach as it squirts and pumps deep inside you. Making you grip the bedsheets as you moan out and cry in pleasure. The two of you both pant into the bed.

“I wanna keep going~” Summer Chifuyu smirks. “I don’t care if you pass out on me..~” As he thrusts deeply inside back again making you groan as your hands tremble loose as your vision knocks out with his long and deep kiss. “I love you~” Summer Chifuyu whispers. “My sweet boy~”

[mieldreams]

Dumb-Charades

Summary: It's your last night of Navratri back home before you have to return for uni, can Anakin finally get that dance with you?

warnings: ohhh boy, y'all better buckle up cuz this one's a ride (not that kind you perverts)

word count: ~14k (I am so sorry I have no idea how this happened)

a/n: I have starved the desi girls and gays for too long so now it is time to feast.

ps: the title is clever this time. i think.

Part 1 Part 2

The four of you had finally reached the ground, and how you and Anakin had managed to not kill each other in a compact space such as the kitchen for the brief two minutes it had taken for Aamani and Krish to get there was something that they'd be discussing later.

But for now, all of you were here and this time for some reason Anakin had been sticking with the group for the most part, hardly straying or disappearing off to who knows where like he'd done the past few times.

You had taken notice of this too, and questioned Krish, "Hey, have you noticed Anakin hasn't left us to wander off and away from the crowds the whole evening... did someone say something to him?" You looked at him with a furrow in your brows. 

Now Krish couldn't tell you the truth, he couldn't, or rather, didn't know how to tell you that it might have something to do with the conversation they'd had last night after Anakin had returned. 

****

'Hey man, you've been out a while, you good?' Krish had questioned as soon as he saw Anakin walk in through the front door.

Anakin, who hadn't been expecting anyone to be up at that hour, got caught off guard and tripped on the shoes he'd been trying to remove in complete darkness. 

"Fuckin, shi–"

Krish got up from the couch and quickly walked over to him, "Oh shit– are you okay? Sorry dude, didn't mean to scare you.." he whispered while offering a hand to help him up.

Anakin took the hand and pulled himself up, "I'm fine," he grumbled while brushing off his kurta, "but would you care to tell me why you were sitting on that chair like the freaking winter soldier with the lights off and everything?" 

"Oh, the lights– right!" Krish quickly walked over to the small lamp on the table and turned it on, a warm yellow light illuminating the couch area. Krish slumped onto the big couch and gestured for Anakin to join him.

Anakin indulged him and plopped down on the other end of the three-seater, turning to Krish though Krish was looking at the ceiling with his eyes closed, "So? What are you up this late for?"

"I could ask you the same thing." 

Now it was Krish's turn to look at him while Anakin turned his head to observe the fan spinning above him. He shrugged a shoulder, "Just went for a walk."

"It's almost two in the morning, Anakin." 

He doesn't even have to look to know that Krish's face would hold that worried parent look, his tone indicating clear disapproval. And while Anakin might be a dick sometimes, he knew better than to inconvenience someone who was so kindly giving him a place to stay for the holidays. 

"Sorry," he turned to look at Krish, "I just uh... lost track of time.. a little bit.." he scratched his head before clearing his throat. 

Now he didn't usually lie to his best friend, but right now he was in no mood to get laughed at, or worse, lectured, so he conveniently left out the part where he took a wrong turn and ended up getting chased around the neighbourhood by stray dogs which led to him scaling a wall only to end up in some random old lady's backyard. She had mistaken him to be a thief he assumes, creeping into someone's yard over the wall at well past midnight, and started yelling for her husband all the while shooting her flip-flops at him. He had barely made it past the gate and out of sight before the man had come running out. 

That was when he had realised that he didn't recognise the streets anymore. Every turn looked the same and there were way too many...what had you called them? Right, galis. All of those looked the same too. 

So it had taken him an hour to find his way back.

But Krish didn't need to know all of that. 

"Okay, that's alright, but next time, please at least call or text me if you're gonna be late." 

Anakin felt bad that he might've made Krish wait and worry, though somewhat unintentionally, "I will. Sorry for worrying you, didn't mean to."

Krish shook his head, "I was worried about you yeah, but not mainly because of that..." he trails off. 

Krish has known Anakin for a while now, he knows his moods and behaviour, which is exactly why he was hesitant to bring up the events of the night. 

At his words, Anakin's mind immediately flashed back to your smile – your smile as you'd been talking to that AnnoyingJerk.

An annoyed tick appeared on his brow that Krish noticed immediately. 

"I meant it you know. Are you okay?"

He knew Krish meant well but honestly, he was tired and the exhaustion of being out for so long, and especially that dog chase, was catching up to him. He just wanted to go to bed and forget everything. 

He took a deep breath, "I'm fine."

"Are you sure—"

"Yes, Krish. I'm sure." He snaps but immediately feels bad again, after all his friend was only worried about him. He sighs, closing his eyes and leaning further back into the cushions, "Anyway, did you have fun? How was the dandiya?" He hoped he had masked the bitter emphasis on the word well enough. 

Judging from Krish's reply, he assumed he did, "It went great dude! The music was great. You saw the lighting set up around the tent right? Made for really cool backdrops for photos, I'll show you tomorrow. But yeah Aamani and I had a lotta fun– Y/N too, she had A...J.." his voice faded out to a grimace when he realised the topic had reverted back to that guy.

This time, Anakin could hardly contain the biting tone, "Yeah? She have fun too?"

He expected Krish to change the topic like he almost always did when he realised Anakin wasn't too comfortable with the conversation. It was one of those things Anakin had quickly come to like about him. 

But this time it seemed even Krish had a point to make as he continued, "Yes, actually." 

His serious tone made Anakin turn his head and when he saw the stern expression on Krish's face he raised a brow in question, to which Krish replied,

"She did have fun Anakin. From what I could tell she really enjoyed her time with him. I heard they study the same thing and apparently have a lot in common."

"They even exchanged numbers." Krish gave Anakin a pointed look. 

Damn. You exchanged numbers? As in you gave him your number willingly? Anakin knows how selective and cautious you are about sharing your number, specifically with strangers. Hell, he'd gotten your number only because you'd worked on a project together, not even your common friendship with Krish had earned him that. You'd told him you didn't have time for foolish conversations with him.

So you'd been hesitant to share your number with him but not with this AJ? 

You are ready to chat up with him the first time after meeting him? Did you really like him that much? 

Krish could practically hear Anakin's thoughts and knew what he was thinking but it seems Krish really had a point to make this time. 

"Look Anakin," Krish sighed but waited till Anakin met his eye, continuing in a softer tone this time, "she's not going to wait forever. And you can lie to us but can you really pretend to yourself? She really did seem to enjoy herself tonight and I'm going to be honest with you, she deserves it. She danced with AJ. They talked, they laughed, they exchanged numbers and planned to hang out soon. We both know Y/N and that she wouldn't make hasty choices but we also know she's spontaneous so who knows what she'll do." 

Who she'll choose.

It didn't have to be said out loud when Krish was looking at him with that almost accusing face. It would irritate Anakin if he had the energy. 

"–and she already doesn't like you a whole lot Anakin." 

Okay, now that did annoy Anakin. 

"I know that" he grunted. 

"Yeah? Good." Krish gave him a strong shoulder pat before getting up, "So you know what to do then," and with that Krish bid him goodnight and headed to his room, leaving Anakin alone in the quiet living room. 

That's the thing though, Anakin didn't know what to do.

Other than follow you around like a lost puppy, not leaving to wander off in case that AverageJoker shows up. Lucky for him you seemed content sticking with Aamani and Krish so he wouldn't have to come up with an excuse to particularly be by your side. Instead, he can just say he feels like staying with the group tonight. 

However, his plan is... hardly a plan. Which is why it immediately fails when about fifteen minutes after arriving, you spot AJ, or rather AJ spots you, waving his hand above his head enthusiastically and trying to get your attention from across the ground. And he does. He's standing with a few other guys and girls about your age when you notice him calling you over. 

You turn to look at your group, but Krish and Aamani had already noticed him as well, including the small smile that had immediately taken over your face when you spotted him waving you over.

Anakin noticed it too. But he could only watch helplessly as Aamani told you 'It's fine, we'll meet up before the dance. Go have fun', and Krish shot him a look.

But what could Anakin do? It seemed the universe was simply not on his side, he hardly even got to talk to you alone before that guy had to call you away. The universe truly must be against him.

Or was it?

Because while Krish and Aamani also left, having been called over by some old man that the two seemed to recognise, Anakin had been a little too transfixed on watching you go so he ended up staying in the same spot. 

You're only a few feet away when he notices a little kid running up to you, you don't notice her though so when she runs and hugs your legs you stumble a little and Anakin quickly starts making his way towards you. From what he can see the kid looks a little frenzied and you bend down to her height to talk to her, though he's a bit far to make out your words. 

The kid says something to you and you get up to turn and look around, as if searching for someone. A lost kid?

As he nears you the kid takes notice of him and immediately grasps your hand, hiding behind your legs. You follow her gaze to Anakin who comes to stand before you. Noticing his expression you answer his unspoken question, "This is my little friend Tara," you nod your head at the little girl, encouraging her to step forward but she only shakes her head and hides further behind you, barely peeking out to look at him, "she was playing with the other kids but can't find her mother now." 

You then gesture to Anakin, "This is my...friend, Anakin."

Now, were it any other time he would probably not let that 'friend' slide without some heavy teasing but the little girl was already looking at him like he was some alien so instead he bends down to her height. 

"Hey Tara, it's nice to meet you," he tries to sound as normal and kid-friendly as possible but it's been a long time since he's actually talked to one so he feels a bit off. Plus the little girl only hiding further behind you doesn't really make him feel better. 

You tsk at her, "c'mon Tara, don't be like that, Anakin's nice, you can greet him at least." 

But she only shakes her head stubbornly, "No. Ma said don't talk to strangers."

Her puffed-up cheeks and brows furrowed in seriousness almost make you laugh, "And that's a very important thing to remember Tara, but I'm your didi right? You know me?"

She nods her head. 

"And Anakin here is someone I know," you point a thumb at him, "I'm your friend and he's my friend, so you can talk to him, it'll be fine."

But she only shakes her head again.

This time Anakin is the one to speak up, "It's okay Tara, you don't have to talk to me right now," he glances at you before looking at the kid again, "How about I help you find your mom, then maybe we can be friends?" 

He doesn't know what's come over him. While he wasn't cruel enough to abandon a lost kid he also usually didn't take much initiative to talk to one at all. But there's a part of him that's grateful for the interference, at least now you seem to have forgotten about what's his face. 

The girl hesitantly nods her head. 

Anakin gets up to start searching the grounds, asking her to tag along to help him identify her mom. He starts some small talk to keep the little girl entertained, simple questions like her age (I just had my birthday – I'm five years old, so I'm grown up now) or her favourite movie. 

It was funny how she wouldn't greet him a minute ago, but when it came to talking about her favourite Barbie movie—Barbie Princess Charm School—which apparently was your favourite too, she didn't even need to pause for a breath to explain the plot when he said he hadn't seen it. 

And while you would've loved to let the two continue their interesting conversation that went something like:

"How tall are you, Anarchy?"

"It's Anakin. How do you even know that word?"

"The man with the funny accent says it in the Ham musical. How tall are you??"

Ham...musical? The man with the funny accent?

"Are you talking about some cartoon musical?"

She giggles, "No silly, the hammy one – the one with the man in the funny beard and ponytail. How tall are you?"

He's going to have to ask you about the Ham musical later on, "uh.. I'm over 6 feet tall.."

"You're tall... so did you know the dinosaurs?"

What?

"What?"

"The dinos, have you ever seen them??"

Maybe he was right in staying far from kids.

"Um no...? What does my height have to do with dinosaurs?"

"All tall people are adults, adults are old," she starts gesturing with her hands animatedly, "dinosaurs are old, but every adult I ask has never seen a dinosaur." She has a disappointed pout on her face now and Anakin wants to laugh. 

"Well kid, I'm not as old as dinosaurs, or as tall, but uh... do you wanna see what it's like from my height? We can get you on my shoulders?" This time he looks back at you for permission and you immediately have to erase the small smile that had taken over your face listening to their conversation as they walked a little ahead of you.

"YESSS!!!" Tara screams in joy so you have no choice but to shrug in response. 

Once he sees that you aren't strictly against it he stops walking to gently pick up the five-year-old and place her on his shoulders. 

He's about to start walking again, but a loud shout of "Nakshatra!!" stops him. 

Both you and Anakin turn to the woman who had just yelled, speedily making her way towards you. 

"Oh, that's her mom," you inform Anakin who in response goes to lift Tara to put her down again but she only wiggles on his shoulders, not wanting to get off so soon. 

"Nakshatra!" the woman had reached you now and was giving a mom glare to her daughter sitting on Anakin's shoulder. "What are you doing on this poor dada's shoulders? Bandor mey kothakar! Get down immediately!" 

"But Maa—" Tara starts to whine.

"No buts. I want your butt down here right now."

When she stops fussing Anakin gently puts her down on the floor, and you speak up, "It's fine aunty, she just couldn't find you so she came to me to help her look." You point to Anakin, "Anakin's my friend and we were just going to look for you."

The woman takes her daughter's hand, "Oh thank you so much, shukriya. I just left Tara alone for a minute and she ran off to play and then I couldn't find her.." she turns to Anakin, "Thank you for helping. You're Y/N's friend? She's a very sweet girl, huh? Sheta ekta khub mitha meye! Khub mitha!–" Her gaze is drawn to Anakin's forehead, then yours. 

"Arey! Tumi kunku diye ni?"

You realise she's referring to the missing red kumkum dots on your foreheads. You'd been a little late to arrive, so you'd missed the puja and thus hadn't been to the little temple either. 

"Ah, no, we missed the puja.." you reply.

The woman tsks, "That won't work. It's a festive day after all! Go pay a visit to the devi and come."

"Mama, can I go too?" little Tara speaks up, trying to convince her mom to let her spend a few extra minutes with you and Anakin. 

"Absolutely not, little lady." 

"But Anakin was just starting to become my friend!" she whines.

At this, Anakin speaks up for the first time since the lady joined, his voice taking on a faux offended tone, "What? I thought I'd be your friend if I helped you find your mom? We found her!" 

Little Tara giggles again, shaking her head, "Nooo, Mama found us!" She then looks at Anakin with a mischievous smile, "Buuut we can be friends if I can go on your shoulders again." She makes grabby hands at him.

It was funny to watch someone so tiny try to make a deal with him. She almost felt like a mini version of you.

He bends down to her height, "Hmm...would the friendship be guaranteed after one round around the ground?" 

She eagerly nods her head and Anakin looks up at you for help. Now you were on the receiving end of two pairs of big pleading eyes and pouting lips. Little Tara you could understand, but Anakin too? Why was he so childish and why did he have to have such perfectly pink pouty lips? Ugh, fine.

So you request her mother to allow her a few minutes with you and Anakin so she could get her ride on his shoulders. The older woman, also tired from running after her daughter, gives in, with Anakin and Tara high-fiving each other in victory. You roll your eyes but the smile on your face is hard to deny this time.

You quickly promise her mother to bring Tara back soon and meet her near the tables. And with that, Anakin lifts her up onto his shoulders once again, little squeals of laughter escaping her as he lightly tickles her legs. 

You fall into step with him, though for the most part, you're there merely as the audience and occasional participant in their conversation (for which you're glad – conversations hardly ever stayed normal with Anakin.)

On the walk around the perimeter of the ground you come across the little temple where the prayer was held.

"Didi! I wanna go there again!" Tara leans to the side while pointing at the temple as Anakin sways while holding her legs to maintain balance. You and Anakin look at each other then shrug, might as well.

So you walk into the temple together, Anakin's height allowing Tara to ring the bell easily which excited her for some reason, asking to ring it three more times just for fun.

You notice the small smile that would grace Anakin's face every time Tara's childish giggles and gleeful laughter would colour their conversation, the little gleam in his eyes every time he made her laugh. 

He has such a pretty smile... 

Anakin turns to you with a raised brow, oh, had you missed something he'd said?

"Didi," you look down to see Tara standing on her own two feet now, you had definitely spaced out for a second, "you have to give the flowers," she points at the basket of flowers kept to the side.

"Yes, Tara, I know." You ruffle her hair before walking up to the idol of the goddess with Anakin, showing him how to give his offerings. 

"No didi, you need to do the puja," she points to the puja thaali, "with dada," she then points at Anakin who's busy studying the idol and the offerings and various decorations at the altar. "Ma and Baba did it together too," she explains.

You quickly glance at Anakin before walking over to Tara and bending to her height, "yes Tara but that's because your Ma and Baba are married. Anakin and I are..." you sneak another glance at him, quickly realising he looks annoyingly good again today. It is only then that you realise he's wearing a blue kurta, the same colour as your lehenga. How did you end up matching and not realise until now? More importantly who convinced Mr. 'I-wear-clothes-the-colour-of-my-soul: black' to wear anything but that?

It really brings out his eyes though...

You clear your throat. "We're just friends." It wasn't that evil to lie to a child right? "And, it's way past the puja time. We just came here for a quick offering anyways." 

Plus you're not sure how well the prayers would work—not when you'd be praying with the same person that you'd previously wished would slip on a banana peel and fall into a pool full of sand.

You get up and walk over to the altar again, dipping your finger into the little red kumkum, calling Tara over to place a small dot on her forehead, right between her eyebrows. 

When you turn back, Anakin is looking at you curiously. "It's just some red powder you use for religious stuff," you explain. He glances at your red finger, nods his head then closes his eyes. 

Oh. You hadn't expected him to want to put it too. Least of all from your hands.

There isn't anyone else here, you dumbass. Of course he's going to ask you – it's not that special.

You dip your finger once again, moving closer to him. When you do, your gaze slips and you realise just how pink his lips are. He must've been biting them again. He always did that when he was nervous. But why would he be nervous right now?

As if on cue he licks his lips then bites it again, and is it really your fault that your eyes are drawn to the movement when you're standing so close? 

Your eyes dart to Tara who's now running in circles around you with some stray ribbon she found. Focus, Y/N. focus.

You raise your hand to quickly dot his forehead, "there." 

You go to step away but Anakin had not only opened his eyes but also swiftly grabbed your wrist. "Wait," he starts, "you didn't put some. Let me." 

And before you could argue about putting it on yourself he's already dipped his finger. He moves closer again, arm raising towards your forehead. But before he could place the tika, Tara trips on a folded part of the carpet and accidentally bumps into Anakin, making his arm jerk and stain your eyebrows instead. 

"Oh shi—" 

You quickly slap your hand over Anakin's mouth, muffling his voice.

"Didi! I'm sorry!" little Tara shrieks, nervous and panicky. 

You look down to see Tara looking at you anxiously, "It's okay Tara, it's just some kumkum," you reassure her, "look I can rub it off–" but when you remove your hand over Anakin's mouth to take out a handkerchief you realise you aren't carrying one. You tsk in disappointment, but when you look up, Anakin's holding out his in front of you. 

"Oh– um, thanks," when you go to take it from him though he quickly moves his hand away. 

Ugh, you mentally roll your eyes, "Anakin I do not have the patience for your stupid games right now. Just give me the kerchief or—"

He raises a brow, "—or what?

You glance at Tara still looking at you with her eyes wide. Well damn, you can't say anything in front of her.

You sigh. Not bothering to answer him, you go back to wiping your eyebrow with your hand. But before you can do that Anakin's hand swats yours away. 

Now he rolls his eyes, "Calm down. Let me do it– you won't be able to see it anyway." 

Before giving you time to argue he is crowding your space, and you have absolutely no way to prepare yourself for the unexpected warmth of his palm on your cheek. The delicate way he cups your jaw, fingers lightly dabbing on and around your eyebrow.

Until he realises that it's getting him nowhere, so he starts to scrub a little harder and then a little more until he's practically trying to wipe your eyebrows clean off, you swear you could almost hear the squeaking sound of rubbing. 

"Dude!–" You snatch the cloth from him, "what the fu—" You barely just stop yourself, "uudgesicles—" Both you and Anakin turn to see if Tara caught that but she's now too busy trying to do an imaginary waltz with her own shadow. 

So you snap back at Anakin, "what the h–e–l–l? You trynna make me look like Whoopi Goldberg or something? Freaking Jared Leto in The Dallas Buyers Club? Huh??"

He rolls his eyes again. You swear with all the eye-rolling this boy did, one day he's gonna end up looking like the villain of the next Conjuring movie or whatever. 

"Relax. I barely did anything. And look," he pointed at your forehead, "all the red stuff is still there and your forehead is weirdly pink now." He's got an infuriating smirk on his face.

You take a challenging step towards him, "And who's fault is that smart a-s-s?" 

"—Didi," Tara's voice interrupts you, "I'm tired. Wanna go back to Ma now." 

Your shoulders deflate as you sigh. You won't be able to call him your preferred choice of colourful names in Tara's presence anyway, better to just forget it.

So you walk up to Tara and she automatically raises her hands to be carried. Oh, she was a spoilt little princess. But when Anakin walks towards the two of you to exit the shrine together, Tara quickly switches teams, stretching towards him and extending her arms towards his shoulders. 

Anakin is a bit surprised at that, though he wordlessly takes her from you. Holding her close to his chest as she lays her sleepy head on his shoulder. You both share a hesitant look – yours because you know Anakin isn't too big on kids so you don't know how comfortable he is with this, and him because he isn't sure what to do with this weird feeling in his chest stemming from the fact that little Tara is so readily cozying up to him, sleepy hums mumbled into his shoulder as he runs a hand up and down her back to keep her warm in the cold night.

You quietly clear your throat, "Let's go drop Tara off with her mom." Anakin nods in agreement and you both start making your way along the boundary of the ground towards the tables.

You keep glancing at Anakin every few moments until he finally speaks up, "Can you stop doing that? I'm not gonna drop her or something," he huffs.

"Jeez, well I'm sorry for worrying when you've said on multiple occasions how much you don't like kids and would rather chop your own arm off than babysit one."

An uncertain look passes over his face, "And I would. It's just– Tara is...nice."

You snort, "Nice?" A teasing smirk grows on your face, "Wait– don't tell me you're growing soft over a kid?" 

You can almost feel the irritation when he snaps in a whisper, "I'm not growing soft." There's a furrow in his brows, "it's just..."

But before he can finish his sentence you hear a loud call of your name from ahead of you, and both you and Anakin quickly turn your heads to shush the person walking over. 

It turns out to be your friend Pari who comes to a stop before you, whispering her apology when she notices Tara's sleeping form. 

When she finally registers the scene before her– you with your smudged pink forehead, and Anakin carrying a dozing Tara, the two of you walking so close together (it was just so you could hear each other whispering of course), she can't help but raise a brow. 

A small smirk takes on her face, "oho Y/N, apne dildaar ke sath mast prempoorn sair chal rahe hai lagta hai."

Your cheeks flush and you try to keep your voice low, "Koi sair-wair nahi chal rahi!" 

Pari takes notice of how you don't correct her other word, and continues her teasing, "Accha, toh kya biwi-miya ka ghar ghar khel chalu hai?" 

You felt your irritation grow, the heat in your face increasing as well. "Pari– seriously, not now–" 

"Okay baba sorry," but the smirk on her face remained, "I'm just saying you know...~

Her expression then changes like she just remembered something, "Oh wait! You won't be here tomorrow right?" 

You nod your head with a sad smile, "Yeah...we've gotta get back for uni a few days in advance..." You glance at Anakin who seems to be busy murmuring something to a now somewhat awake but still snoozy Tara as they walk a little ways off to the side.

"We've got an early afternoon flight tomorrow," you scrunch your nose, "so no...we won't be here for tomorrow's celebrations."

"Kya yaar, it's like you hardly stayed for a week" she points out.

"Two weeks, actually." You correct her, "and that too with a few days of extended leave.. so trust me, if I could I'd stay longer but... we just can't." You tell her regretfully. 

She pouts in disappointment, pulling you in for a hug, "Hmm...excuses excuses" she jokes, swinging you side to side before sighing, "I'll miss you, crazy." 

She pulls back from the hug but keeps her hold on your arms, "Call me, whenever you can, I want updates on your thing with Mr Pouty McGrouch over there," she smirks, tilting her head over to Anakin who was still whispering with Tara, their hushed conversation not privy to your ears.

"What? I told you–" you huff, you'd told her over a dozen times during your practice sessions because she seemed to be very adamant about there being something between you and Anakin, only fueled by Manu's own teasing remarks. "–I told you, there's nothing there. I would hardly even call us friends." 

She only rolled her eyes in response, "Babe, he's looked over at you at least five times in the past two minutes like you're going to disappear or something. I feel like if I keep you any longer he might just think I'm trying to steal you," she jokes. 

You have the urge to check for yourself – to turn around and look at Anakin again, but for some reason, you don't. Instead you shake your head once again, "I don't know what I can say to convince you." 

"You don't have to say anything at all, babes." She laughs, "Koshish bohut ki, ki raaz-e-mohobbat bayan na ho, mumkin kaha tha ke aag lage aur dhuwa na ho?" she quotes god knows who.

"Well, aren't you in a cheesy mood?" You smile sarcastically, "Wake up babe, this isn't some Jane Austen narrative. Anakin does not like me. And we do not look cute together."

"Bet?"

"What?"

Pari calls out Anakin's name, getting his attention and he walks back over to the two of you. She hadn't talked much to the guy, just the occasional small talk when they'd cross paths whenever he was with Aamani and Krish. But from what she definitely knew– there was undoubtedly a little something between the two of you. She remembers that evening at your house a few days ago, and she definitely wasn't blind.

There's an almost nervous look on your face, why the hell were you nervous, "Um, what are you doing?"

Anakin stops right beside you, a half-asleep Tara still snuggled up to him. Though she immediately perks up at Pari's next words. 

"Since it's your last night here, I think you should have a photo together." She boops Tara on the nose, who's now fully awake at the mention of clicking photos. The little diva loved the camera. Pari's already got her phone out before you can get a word in, and Tara's excitement hardly leaves room for argument. 

Still, you look at Anakin with an unsure and inquisitive look as if to say 'you okay with this?' 

He only shrugs in response. 

So all three of you turn to face the camera, but Pari's voice chimes in, "uh Y/N, can you move a little closer to Anakin, please?"

Why do you have a feeling that if it weren't for the phone covering her face you'd see the same kind of mischievous smile on her face that you often see on Manu's? No wonder those two get along well. 

You shuffle somewhat awkwardly a bit closer to Anakin's side. 

"No Y/N, closer." 

This time you don't move, only glaring at Pari instead. You know what she's doing, or trying to do at least. 

She concedes with a small chuckle, clicking a few pics from different angles. 

You, Anakin and Tara give big cheesy smiles after Pari tells you, "C'mon guys! Y'all look like those actors that pretend to be statues and stuff except one that has to like, pee really bad or something." 

Tara channels her inner Beyonce to pose in different ways – from leaning back on Anakin's shoulder and dramatically fluttering her lashes at the camera to squishing her cheeks against his, her tiny pudgy hands squishing his face to get him to make duck faces with her, then leaning over to play with your hair – making two devil's horns on your head with two hair strands and giggling quietly like she was being all secretive about it, only encouraged more by Anakin. You knew of course, going along with it and pretending you didn't feel the slight tug from her small hands, then acting all surprised as you turned around and "caught" her in the act. Her giggled apologies were barely coherent through your tickle attack. She leans away from you to get away from your relentless fingers, and the three of you are so caught up in the moment that you don't notice how much closer you're now standing until you hear a series of clicks from Pari's phone, capturing your candid smiles with a soft smirk of her own, oh Manu is going to have a field day when she gets these.

For the last photo Pari moves closer and your heart almost leaps out of your chest when you feel Anakin's wide palm on your waist tugging you closer to his side so that you fit in the shot. But his arm doesn't drop even after he's pulled you closer. The persistent warmth of his fingers brushing over the bare skin peaking between your top and skirt sets loose a whole circus in your stomach, the heat spreading like a ring of fire.

The way the curve of his palm fits the curve of your waist feels too perfect, the way Anakin so naturally gets along with Tara, catering to her every whim of silly poses and ridiculous faces all the while making her laugh, the way he so unexpectedly yet perfectly fits into this part of your life that you hold very dear to your heart, and the hand still hugging your waist, that goddamn hand— between all of it, you're struggling to keep your head straight, struggling to not lean into his inviting warmth, struggling to keep that promise you'd made yourself all those months back.

In the meantime, AJ starts looking for you after you don't show up to where he'd called you. He spots Aamani and Krish and walks over to ask them if they knew where you were.

"Oh Y/N?" Aamani had just seen you walk away with Anakin and Tara, "No idea dude. Haven't seen her in a while."

Krish turns to her with a confused look, "In a while? Didn't she just walk away with Ani—"

"—Anakin yeahh, right I forgot," Aamani forces a laugh through gritted teeth, "she did walk away with Anakin, you know, her very good friend" she spoke (lied) pointedly at AJ.

"Oh, so do you know where she we—?"

"No."

"Oh– okay, uh.. well if you see her could you tell her to meet me?"

Goddamn why couldn't he just take a hint.

Manu only gives a noncommital hum. "Actually, AJ, you see it's our last garba night tonight, and Krish and I haven't really been able to get any good photos together," she turns to Krish with wide eyes, shaking her head exaggeratedly so Krish follows suit. "Would you mind clicking a few pictures of us?" she asks him in an overly sweet voice.

He hesitates, "Uh.. I was going to go find Y/N—"

"You'll find her...eventually. She'll show up in a while to meet us anyway. You can talk to her then if you want."

She quickly unlocks her phone, opens the camera and shoves it in his hands.

"Oh– um okay.."

Aamani takes all the time in the world directing Krish how she wants him in the photos – holding hands in front of the entrance with the fairy lights, under the tree with fairy lights, under the colourful dance canopy. Noticing their little photoshoot, a few kids stop to watch and Manu gets an idea.

"Hey baccha log, you guys wanna be in the pics too?"

"YEAHHH!"

And so the impromptu photoshoot continues.

After about fifteen minutes of different angles, various location changes and a whole lotta funny faces at the camera, one of Manu's mom's old friends spots her. Walking over she initiates a conversation starting with 'Are baap re! Kitni badi hogayi!' and ending with her joining the photo shoot with Krish and Aamani and getting a few pics with just Aamani.

She then spots a few of her friends walking by, and having realised how good AJ is at taking photos (much to his own displeasure), calls them over, requesting him to click a few pictures with them.

"Hope you don't mind us stealing your camera man Aamani," the woman jokes.

"Oh no, it's all good," she's trying to stop the smirk growing on her face, "I'm sure AJ is more than happy to help you ladies, right AJ?"

His eyes shift back and forth between Aamani and the group of women whispering and laughing, adjusting their skirts and flipping their hair to pose in different ways. He laughs somewhat awkwardly, "Yeah. Ha-ha, it's no problem at all." He speaks through strained laughter.

The group's chatter fades into the distance as Aamani and Krish start walking the other way. Krish studies Manu for a few seconds, "You feel bad don't you?"

Aamani sighs, "it's just– AJ isn't a bad guy... in fact, he's pretty decent." She grabs his hand to distractedly to play with his fingers, "it's just that—"

"—Y/N needs something a little more stable than a long-distance relationship specifically after what happened with that last idiot and whatever's the deal with her and Anakin has been going on for too long and they deserve closure before anything else, and honestly I'm getting sick and tired of their constant 'pull their hair to show them you like them' tactics like some sort of kindergarten kids?"

"Um yeah, exactly—"

"—Or the fact that I still don't understand why they can't just talk to each other and why they instead play this weird game of hide and seek with their own feelings, always running away from each other and hiding behind childish arguments and fake dislike. Or the fact that they don't hate each other at all which makes it harder for them to pretend and so they always start stupid fights which they drag us into and we always have to be the ones to do damage control like some sort of tired parents trying to get their kids to get along for just ONE. GODDAMN. MINUTE!"

The group of ladies all stop their conversation to stare at him. AJ turns around with his hand still hovering over the camera button, blinking at the two. The kids are gawking. A cow moos in the distance.

"This is...awkward," one of the kids whispers, and with that single cue, the kids begin slowly inching away before breaking into a run when they're far enough.

Manu gives a nervous sort of laugh at the group before quickly grabbing her boyfriend by his kurta and dragging him out the gate.

You finally drop Tara off with her mother and you're about to make a call to Manu to ask her where her and Krish are, not seeing them anywhere on the huge ground. But the shrill noise of a mic being turned on interrupts your movements, the voice of a man you cannot see echoing the announcement of the beginning of the garba in a few moments, requesting all the people to gather under the vast canopy.

Right after his announcement you hear a voice call out your name, turning around and spotting AJ walking towards you. You hear a huff behind you but you can hardly pay attention as AJ reaches you and immediately starts going off about how he'd been looking for you but couldn't find you and Krish and Aamani didn't know where you were either and how he then got pulled into this impromptu Vogue Aunties photoshoot.

Only at the end of his rant does he notice Anakin's tall figure behind you, gasping and shoving you aside to immediately take Anakin's hand and start shaking it enthusiastically.

"Oh my gosh! You must be Anakin!" he's still shaking Anakin's hand.

Anakin's trying not to wince at the force of the shake, speaking through a grimaced smile, "Yeah...I am."

"Y/N's told me so much about you! You're in engineering right? Must be cool. My parents wanted me to study that, engineer son and all that" he rolls his eyes, "but that never happened. So now I'm disappointment son. Like geez mom, Cardi B started out as a stripper too."

Anakin's eyes widen, "You're a stripper?"

AJ laughs, finally dropping Anakin's hand, "Oh no no no, I have the balance of a gorilla on stilts having a seizure, I could never survive those 6-inch heels haha."

"...right."

You walk forward to stand beside AJ, gesturing with your hands, "Anakin, this is AJ. He goes to college in another town but he's staying with his parents for the break. We just met last night during garba."

"Yup. Your friend here is a real good dancer you know?" AJ smiles at you and you return it with...is that a blush on your face?

"Oh really? I wouldn't know." His tone had a certain bite to it that made you frown at him.

"Oh ma god, totally. Made me feel like Jack Sparrow next to Beyoncé"

You roll your eyes, still smiling, "He's exaggerating."

"Wait that reminds me! The dance is literally just about to start! C'mon or we won't be able to join without it being awkward, and you know I got social anxiety!" AJ quickly takes your hand, already dragging you away but pausing to look at Anakin who was still rooted to his spot, "You're not coming?"

"Oh no, Anakin is practically allergic to all things fun," you joke.

AJ only shrugs in response, breaking into a half-run half-jog to drag you to the dance circle before the music started.

A whole half an hour passes in the wink of an eye, the loudspeakers endlessly playing song after song as if challenging the crowd to see who lasts the longest on the floor. Manu and Krish join you halfway through, taking their place right next to you in the circle. As you danced to the last song before the break for tonight's special event – the game night, you realised you were already thoroughly exhausted. There's sweat dripping down the side of your forehead and a slight ache in your feet, but as you look at all the people around you with their most colourful clothes and brightest grins – the old ladies gossiping in the seating area, little Tara standing across from you, practically running instead of dancing, determined to keep up with the pace of the adults though eventually her dad picks her up and places her on his shoulders. You can almost hear her little giggles as he bounces her to the beat of the music. Then there's Manu and Krish, right beside you, dopey smiles on their faces that grow every time their hands clap together. You were sure they could hardly see anything but the other person. Taking it all in, you realise you're going to miss this. You're going to miss this so much. The colours, the music, the sweets, the songs, the pretty ghagras and just...everything. It almost pained you to think about your flight back tomorrow.

You're snapped out of your thoughts when AJ calls out your name, "Earth to YN? Where'd you get lost?"

You look at AJ dancing opposite you before your gaze shifts and lands on another figure standing at the edge of the opposite side of the canopy. He turns, just as AJ circles back towards you.

Your hands clap against AJ's, and across the circle, your eyes meet Anakin's.

You immediately feel goosebumps rising on your arms. For a moment all you can do is look at him. And all he does is look at you. His face is blank but there's a slight crease between his eyebrows that almost makes him look mad. But you know that it's just his resting bitch face.

"Y/N?" AJ's voice breaks your trance, "Why do you keep spacing out? Someone's gonna stomp on your feet if you don't pay attention."

"Uh, right... sorry." You focus back on the dance.

The song soon gets over and everybody moves to the seating area to settle in for a night of charades.

The first few rounds are tame, the audience is split into two teams divided by the aisle running between the chairs. The movies are fairly easy to guess, though some oldies cause a few kids to boo, the adults teasing them that one day they'll be old too. The shocker comes when the host pulls out another chit to pick the next person acting from your team.

"And the next person isss..." the man squints at the chit, "Anakin!"

The vada from your pav falls splat onto the plate. Your hand hovers right before your mouth that's hanging open, now holding a vada-less pav.

You're seated at the very back so you quickly straighten up to look around for him. You spot Krish and Anakin right at the edge of the focus light, Krish pushing a stiff-as-a-broad Anakin towards the centre of the spotlight. Manu's with them too – wait was this their doing? Just what were they planning now?

Anakin's shaking his head vehemently, digging his heels into the ground but Krish somehow manages to keep pushing him forward. The two of them manage to get Anakin under the spotlight and leave him there as they quickly walk away with a shoulder pat from Krish and a 'you got this' from Manu.

Except he doesn't. As soon as he picks a chit from another bowl to pick the movie, he's immediately lost. He stares at the chit, he has no idea what this movie is. Hell, he's not sure if he can even read the name! Out of the corner of his eye he sees Aamani walking towards him and he sighs internally.

Manu asks to see the movie and from the look on her face Anakin guesses she recognises it. She quickly leans up to whisper the english translation of the title in Anakin's ear, giving him hints on how to act it out. She leaves him once again with a whispered, "Don't worry, I'm sure someone will get it. Good luck."

So now he's alone under the bright spotlights again, as well as the attention of the whole audience. He's not sure which of those is the reason for the sweat at the back of his neck.

The title of the movie is easy enough. Though even with his lack of familiarity with indian movies he's sure there's got to be other movies with the same title. He still hopes someone guesses it correctly.

They don't. A whole five minutes later, nobody's been able to guess the movie he's trying to act out. It's starting to frustrate him because it's such an easy title. Did he get some obscure movie literally no one had ever seen? With his luck, it could be. Not like he could tell if this movie was famous or not. He had already given them the hint of its language.

Another minute of exaggerated actions and frustration later Manu comes to his aid once again, turning to the audience from her seat in the first row, she tells them it's a 2000s movie. Giving you a pointed look which you miss because you're only looking at Anakin.

You could see he was sweating a lot, fiddling with his kurta in an agitated manner and though you didn't get along too well with him, you didn't exactly want him to actually be uncomfortab— wait did she say 2000s? Ohmygosh you knew this movie!—

"Nuvvu Nakku Nacchav!" You jumped from your seat in excitement, pointing at Anakin with your eyebrows raised, "It's Nuvvu Nakku Nacchav! 'I like you'!" but as soon as the words leave your mouth you realise what you just yelled out and immediately slap a palm over your mouth.

The whole audience is now turned to look at you, more than two dozen eyes staring at your standing figure, Anakin too but he's sighing in relief, fucking finally someone got it.

You feel flustered under all their stares and some annoying person decided it would be a good idea to put a spotlight on you as well and now all you want is for the earth to swallow you whole.

So as soon as the audience faces ahead again, now looking at the emcee as he picks another chit to call out the next person's name you slink away from the game. You quickly walk away to a slightly secluded area of the ground. Pretty much everybody is gathered for the game so most of the ground is empty, but still you make sure to put as much distance as you can between you and Anakin– wait, Anakin? This isn't about Anakin. The whole game thing, that's what you meant.

When you slow down you realise you're standing right before the gate to the ground, that's when you hear a shout of your name.

Ugh, why does he always find you at the worst possible moments?

You take a deep breath, turning around to face Anakin who's jogging towards you, "what, Anakin?"

He finally comes to a stop right before you, lightly panting from trying to catch up, "I uh... I wanted to give you something– I mean, give you back something."

He puts his hand in his pocket to remove something that softly jingles in his palm, silver metal reflecting in the fairy lights.

"—My jhumka! Where'd you find it?"

"It was under the coffee table at Manu's house, found it when I came over in the evening."

You raised a brow at that, "and you didn't give it to me then because...?"

"I didn't...get the chance?"

Both of your minds immediately flashback to the happenings of the evening at Manu's house, a certain heat warming up both of your cheeks.

"Uhm, right... anyways, thanks." You go to take the earring from his hand but he immediately pulls it back away from you.

"What the hell?" You make another attempt to take it back from him only for him to lift his arm and hold it above his head, another palm on your face holding you back as you try to move closer to snatch the earring though really it was as if you were just cartoonishly running on the same spot.

"Wait!—" he shouts before dropping his arm as you finally take a step back with an annoyed face, ready to ask him what's his issue.

"Wait. I want something in return."

"For what?"

"For finding your earring of course."

"You just found the earring, it's not that big of a deal." You roll your eyes, "If you hadn't found it, eventually Manu would have found it."

"That... doesn't matter. I found it first and I have it now. Do you want it back or not?"

"Seriously Anakin, what are you—ten?"

He suddenly leans his face very close to yours, looking right into your eyes as he tilts his head, "In bed yes." He winks and you shove him off, a laugh bubbling out of his chest as you try to take advantage of his distracted state but still fail to snatch the earring from his hand.

"Anakin, I swear—"

"Okay, okay. You can have the earring. But like I said I have a request."

"Holding my possessions hostage and demanding something in return isn't called a request, Anakin."

He merely shrugs, "Dance with me."

"What?"

"Dance - with - me." He enunciates each word carefully like you were hard of hearing.

You smack his arm in return, a small 'ow' escaping his lips, "I heard what you said. I meant– you want to dance? With me? Like right now...?"

He rolls his eyes, "No, not right now. For the last dance after the games."

A look of pure disbelief reflects on your face, "You want to...dance? The garba you mean??"

In all of the past five days not once had Anakin shown any interest in dancing, always opting to sulk in some corner instead like some lone dracula. To say you weren't sure if he was just pulling your leg or not would be an understatement, and so you turned your head left then right to look around you, "Be honest – is there some prank show camera recording us right now? Have they revived MTV Bakra or something? and I'm the bakra they're recording?" you continued to look around you, rocking on your feet to see past Anakin at the bushes behind.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. But no, I am not joking."

"Oh...okay."

"Okay?"

"Look I'm not some Liquid August or whatever his name was, I'm not saying it again. I already said yes."

"Do not insult my man Augustus Waters like that."

You did not think Anakin had the ability to surprise you so many times in one night, nor did you think your mouth could drop open any further, "You read Fault in our Stars?"

"I'm not uncultured."

"But why?"

His head tilts in confusion as he turns to look at the stars like they would have the answer, "Why am I not uncultured? I mean—"

"No. Why..." but then you think it would sound rude to ask him why he wanted to dance now, why today was different from all the other days. Maybe it was because today was the last day you'd be here before you all had to go back. Either way, he'd finally shown the initiative to take part in something and you didn't want to discourage him (only cause he's Krish's best friend of course).

So instead of asking, you tell him something, "...I would've said yes even if you hadn't found my earring, you know."

His head immediately snaps down to look at you and he's silent for a while, the gentle hum of cicadas the only sound surrounding you, other than the laughter and cheering of the game but you could pretend it was a quiet night with Anakin.

Wait what?

"What?" his voice seemed hushed now.

This time, you were the one who couldn't meet his eye. Immediately shifting your gaze as he continued to stare at you while you awkwardly scratched the back of your neck, "I mean... I don't want— I don't think—" you shifted your weight from one foot to another, taking a deep breath, "We don't really get to come back here a lot and I didn't realise until now how much I missed all of this, how much I missed everyone, and how lucky I am to have all of this. Don't get me wrong I love it at college but coming here during this festive season and seeing everybody so dressed up all colourful and everybody together and happy, it just...made me so glad that I have this." You speak carefully, you don't want to overstep his boundaries with a reminder of bad relationships or rub it in his face. You shake your head with an awkward sorts of laugh, "sorry I digress."

It gets silent for a few seconds but you still refuse to meet his eyes and unbeknownst to you he can't take his off of you.

"I like dancing..." you start again, not sure where you're going with this yourself.

"Y-yes— I know." He says breathily.

You dare to meet his eyes for a few seconds. You open your mouth but the words won't come out. Your gazes are locked together and it feels like every other sound is muted as all you can hear is your own heartbeat. Neither of you realise but you've ended up standing much closer together than when he'd first stopped you.

He can't stop thinking how pretty you look right now. Your shiny eyes lined with kajal blinking up at him so sweetly, your palms gripping your skirt out of nervousness. Why were you nervous? Because of him? He wanted to frown at that thought.

The sound of children laughing as they run past breaks the two of you out of your daze and you quickly take two steps back. Shaking your head to get your thoughts together while he quietly clears his throat.

You lift your head to look at him one last time, giving him a clumsy but genuine smile, "Happy Navratri, Anakin."

But before he can respond you've already turned around to walk back towards the seating area.

It's finally time for the dance and you and Anakin face each other as all the other pairs take their place around you. Anakin looks around at how the rest of them are standing then looks at the distance between the two of you, moving a few inches here and there trying to stand just right.

You notice his fidgetiness and try to draw his attention back to you, "So, does Mr Broody 'I don't dance' know the steps?"

"I'm not broody, and yeah...I got it. I think." he mumbles the last part under his breath but quickly puts on a confident smirk as he meets your eyes, "Bet I'm a natural. Just make sure you can keep up, and try not to trip and fall...for me." he winks.

You roll your eyes as the music finally fades in from the loudspeakers.

Ten minutes into dancing with Anakin you realise he's right and you're annoyed to admit (to yourself) – the guy really is a natural. He didn't dance a single night, neither the garba nor the dandiya, but here he is, flawlessly executing the footwork and expertly turning around you, twisting to switch sides then turning back to face you again.

Your hands perfectly clap against his and you find yourself thinking about how annoying it is that he's just intrinsically good, then you remember how you'd been wanting him to enjoy the festival and the dance and how you're here now, annoyed that he's almost out staging you with his quick little improvs – like taking advantage of your hand in his and unexpectedly twirling you away from him.

You laugh as you spin, throwing your hands in the air to the beat of the music before turning towards him again, your hands clapping at every other beat while you switch sides. There's a small smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes and his heart is beating really fast, but he's sure it's just because of the dancing and not the pretty sound of your laughter and the sight of your flushed face and eyes crinkled in delight.

The rest of the dance passes in a blur. You can't take your eyes off of Anakin and that smug little smirk on his face every time he nails the footwork or the genuine smile on his face every time your hands touch or the way he so unexpectedly yet perfectly fits into a part of your life you had hardly shared with anyone other Krish and Manu but they were your childhood friends, so it was different.

And a part of you isn't sure if this is a dream – being here with Anakin, dancing with Anakin. The little sparks that you swore were real every time your hands grazed and the gleam in the eyes that won't stray from yours and the earthy smell of pine whenever you got close to him and then...

And then it was all over. Then it was the closing tune of the last song for the night, then it was being whisked away by some of your hometown friends and relatives for the last round of photos and bittersweet goodbyes.

They drag Anakin along as well, though he's subjected to the 'this better not be the last time we see you, Gora Gabbar' talk (a nickname your friends came up with after meeting his angsty ass) along with some strong pats on the back from the uncles and crushing hugs from the aunties.

Manu and Krish had disappeared for the latter part of the evening but you spot them while being dragged away for the photos. So you call them over and they too get pulled into the rush of the precious final moments together and even more precious goodbyes.

A few more bone-crushing hugs and tearful goodbyes later it's finally time for you to leave but as you're waiting by the gate for the other three to go home together, only Anakin shows up.

"Where's Krish and Manu?"

"They said they were going to drop off Krish's grandma and then get some takeout on the way back so they'll be a little late. They said we can walk back without them."

You open your mouth to ask about Manu but Anakin beats you to it, "Don't worry– I've already told Manu to text you when she gets back. And Krish too."

"Oh..well... thanks."

He nods. Then you nod, tilting your head towards the exit, "Shall we?"

The two of you start walking side by side in silence, the music of the nocturnal creatures the only sound you hear.

You lightly lift your skirt to see where you're walking, kicking a satisfying-looking stone for a few paces until Anakin breaks your concentration.

"So...what's the Ham musical?"

"Oh my god—" you snort, "it's just the Hamilton musical. I showed it to Tara when she was a baby and she got obsessed with it but she couldn't pronounce his name right so we just called him the Ham man, or you know – the Ham musical," you shake your head in laughter, "and now it's just stuck."

Anakin takes note of your glossy-eyed smile at the ground as you speak of the little girl. He realises that you were really feeling the weight of your departure tomorrow and the sadness of saying goodbye to everyone.

"What does it mean?"

His question makes you look back up at him. "Tara— her name, what does it mean? Her mother called her something different, Nak.." he tries but his voice fades out at the end, a little embarrassed at his pronunciation.

"Nakshatra. Her name's Nakshatra, but I call her Tara." You stare up into the sky as you speak. You look back down to give him a soft smile, one he isn't often privileged to receive, "It means constellation. You see our families are close, and when her mom was pregnant I was a weird teenager with an obsession for space. When her mom jokingly asked me for suggestions for the baby's name I said Nakshatra. It sounded like a warrior name almost, you know? Had solid weight to it, and it meant constellations. It felt perfect. I guess her mom thought so too considering she stuck with it. But it only felt perfect until I saw baby Nakshatra for the first time."

You're so lost in your recollection of the first time you visited baby Tara that you don't notice Anakin's transfixed gaze on you. So rarely does he get to be so close to you without the usual arguments and bickering, he thinks he could stare at you forever, with that shy smile on your face and that gleam in your eyes.

"I saw the little baby bundled up in her mother's arms and I was like damn I was so wrong."

Anakin raises an inquisitive brow at that. You glance at his face and explain, "Nakshatra felt like...such a heavy name. A constellation yes, but she was— she was just so tiny. So I decided that it just won't work. I called her Tara. A star. Still a part of the constellation, but something more suited to her size." You shrug casually, "plus it's quicker and easier to say."

"Nakshatra" Anakin carefully pronounces her name again, "constellation, huh. I like it."

You turn to him and he's looking at you with a certain look in his eyes that you can't decipher. It's silent for a few beats.

"Y/N, I—"

"Anakin, look! Ice cream! Wanna get some?" You're excitedly pointing at a shop behind him and before he can say anything you're already getting off the sidewalk to cross the road.

Having no choice but to follow he quickly crosses the road after you, walking into the ice cream parlour. When he walks in he notices you've somehow already got your favourite scoop in a waffle cone, happily licking at it like a baby kitten. He walks up to the counter, looking at the colourful display of the various flavours. His eyes rove over the rainbowed sections in contemplation, though in his mind he knows he'll just end up getting his usual. He glances at you for a second, leaning against one of the tables, your head tilting to catch a drop of melting ice cream off the side of your cone, tongue peaking out to slowly drag along the length of the cone.

He quickly averts his gaze and clears his throat, turning to the man behind the counter while pulling out his wallet, "Dark chocolate please—in a cone, thanks."

You notice him pulling out some cash and speak up, "Oh that's alright, I've already paid," you dismiss with a flick of your hand, pausing on your ice cream to speak to him.

"How'd you know what I'd get?" How could you have paid when the prices for different flavours were different?

You simply shrug in response, instead choosing to point at the other display case with the various toppings, "You can get the almond shavings too, you know...since I already paid.." You crinkle your nose in uncertainty, "though you don't have to. It's what you usually get but...if you don't feel like it— totally skip it, no pressure."

You go back to devouring your ice cream while he stares at you for a few more seconds but the man holding out his ice cream breaks his attention and now he's too distracted to ask for any toppings so he simply takes the cone along with extra tissue paper–he knew how messy you could get sometimes.

Once he's got his ice cream you push off the table and walk out of the shop together, starting your way back home. The walk is much quieter now, hardly any conversation as you enjoy your ice cream and the gentle night breeze. He's only halfway through his when you've already finished yours and by the time he finishes his, you're only a few houses away from yours.

As the two of you reach the gate of your house you turn to look at him, wanting to bid him goodbye quickly because the chill from the ice cream and cold night air was starting to settle in your bones.

As you turn to look at him he's already looking at you with that familiar Anakin-special intensity.

"Thanks for inviting—"

"Thanks for coming—"

You both pause.

"You go—"

"You first—"

You shake your head, choosing to just speak up first, "Thanks for coming all the way here...specifically when you could've spent the holidays with your family. I know Krish won't hesitate to thank you but I wanted to thank you as well. Usually it's not easy for Krish to come back here and stay with his parents, there's a lot they don't approve of," like his relationship with your best friend, it didn't need to be said out loud for Anakin to understand and so you continue, "and it's difficult for him to stay with them when he's back here but this time," you look back into his eyes, "because of you his parents have been a little less insufferable. And Krish's much happier having you here, so for that...thank you."

Anakin takes a deep inhale as you finish talking, not quite knowing how to receive your gratitude. Krish was his best friend after all, and this was nothing to be thanked for. Though he wasn't exactly against hearing your soft voice gently hum those sweet words to him. As he takes a step closer, there's a battle in his mind.

Why did you have to be so nice and yet go against him every time? Why did you have to have such a soft heart that immediately put up its fortifications when it came to him? You thanked him for coming here for Krish. But did you know how much he would gloat if you two sorted it out, how happy that would make him? Krish's words from the night before ring in his head, as well as the dozen other times he had been on Anakin's ass about you.

Anakin had always dismissed all of Krish's words with the excuse that whatever the two of you had, was just a you thing – the bickering, the teasing, the pranks. It just was you. But the past few days...now that he's seen a side of you that he'd never seen to this extent, the way you blossomed like the prettiest flower – so excitable, so soft. Something in him shifted. Seeing the way you were with little Tara, the way you danced and ate and laughed. There was a new sort of carefreeness in you. And it had made him start wondering...what if he wanted more than the bickering? What if instead of just teasing you and paybacks for your silly pranks, what if he could have something more? What if he stopped hesitating and what if you stopped pretending and running away?

"There's some ice cream on your cheek," your voice breaks him out of his thoughts and he sees you pointing at your own cheek to show him the spot.

He lifts his hand to rub around the place you pointed out but you shake your head telling him he missed it.

This time you take a step forward and his breath hitches in his throat when he realises the little distance between the two of you. And he's sure he stops breathing when you lift your palm, soft fingers touching his cheek so delicately he would barely feel it if he wasn't so hyper-focused on your touch.

Your thumb runs over the curve of his cheek, picking up whatever bit of ice cream he'd smudged before bringing it back to your mouth to suck at it, tongue peeking out to lick the tip. You do it so innocently – like you have no idea how fast it sends his blood rushing down south.

"Why do you hate me?"

You jerk back at his unexpected question, dropping your hand back to your side, "I don't hate you."

"Maybe. But you don't like me either."

"That's not true, I—" you do like him. That's the problem.

"Then why do you always pretend?"

"What?"

"Why do you always pretend? Why do you pretend like you don't feel it? Like there's nothing here. Why are we always stuck in this limbo?"

You roll your eyes, "Isn't that all it is to you anyway?"

"What?"

You take a sharp breath as soon as the words escape you. Goddamn, you were not expecting the night to take this turn, you did not want to confront him about this right now. All you wanted was to go home and change, maybe cry a little about leaving tomorrow and then sleep so you didn't wake up feeling like someone had hit you three times over on your head.

But now, this–

"Forget it, it doesn't matter."

There's a prominent furrow in his brow, "No— see— that. Exactly that. Stop doing that and just tell me. What do you mean?"

You're getting frustrated by his tense tone and suddenly the cold air that felt comforting after a night of dancing felt like it was suffocating you, freezing you inside out as you wonder if you really wanted to have this conversation right now.

"Anakin, can we just talk about it later—"

"No. No, because this is what you always do. You keep running away. You keep avoiding and pretending like it's going to change things. Like it's going to help us. I want to know – why do you always avoid this?"

"Because you don't mean any of it!" Your voice comes out much louder in the hollow of the late night.

"What?"

"You don't mean any of it! It's all just a game to you. I'm just a game to you." Now that you've started it seems you can't stop, "You ask me what I'm doing to you when really it's you who does everything. I don't hate you Anakin and I think that's the worst part– I can never get myself to hate you."

"You're not a game to me. Why would you ever think that?"

"I don't know, does last year's New Year's party ring a bell? What you said to Cad from Calc?"

His eyes are flickering back and forth over your face, trying to remember this Cad. He didn't usually bother remembering people who weren't significant to him, so if he doesn't remember this guy then he was probably unimportant. But then why did you remember him so specifically?

He wracks his brain, trying to remember what he could have possibly said to this guy that would change things. He knew he would remember if it was something that bothered you, so why couldn't he recall or even guess what you were referring to at all? The truth is, he remembers that night very clearly – more than he'd like. He remembers because that party had been so boring and plastic that he'd spent more than half the time trying to think of the latest way he could bother you and get you to give him that pretty smile you always tried to hide behind annoyance. But he always caught the way your lips tilted up in amusement at his latest shenanigans before you forced it into a frown. He caught the way your eyes twinkled every time he teased you, knowing that you'll always have a solid comeback to put him in his place.

He was being honest in what he told Krish – it really was just a you thing.

But now you had brought it up and he could remember everything from the party – the cheap liquor and the thumping music, his pesky friends who just wouldn't leave him alone about something, the smell of sweat and too-strong deodorant and then, the glitter on your face and the rouge on your lips, the smirk that pulled as you spotted him, the confidence in your steps as you walked to him, no doubt to tease about how lame he was being, standing in a corner when there's a party going. If only he had gotten to actually hear what you had to say, instead he had been pulled away by some random girl he vaguely remembered, a friend of a friend or something. But at least he'd gotten to make you a drink later on. Then you had been pulled away by Aamani to the dance floor. That was the last he saw you that evening. So he truly has no idea what you're referring to.

He searches his brain for some memory of that night, Cad–New Year's party, Cad–New Year's party, Cad–New Year's par–

"Oh for fuck's sake, Anakin– the bet!"

His confused face only pisses you off further.

"You were talking with your friends in the kitchen and you bet with him that you could get with me and when he said you couldn't get a single kiss out of me even if you tried you said 'I can and I will–it's only a matter of time'."

His face falls the minute he remembers, and you know he's figured it out.

But then he's fervently shaking his head, taking your hands in his, "I was just trying to be positive—"

"Positive about what? About treating me like a thing to be won? Another one of your little projects to conquer?—"

"What? No—"

"Yes, Anakin. 'Cause that's all the value you give me—"

"No, I wanted you for months before that— you know that—"

"Yeah and then I realised it was all just a joke. This cat and mouse chase— that's all it was. Just a game."

He goes to interrupt you again but you don't let him, "Look Anakin, if that's all any of it is to you, I have no problem. We can pretend that you never said anything for the sake of Krish and Manu and just go back to our usual. But you get to don't come here and lie to my face that it means something to you—"

"I'm not lying. I swear I forgot about that bet two minutes later. Even if you had kissed me that very night I wouldn't have gone back to collect on it— I don't give two shits about that guy or that bet—"

"You can't say you were— are serious about this—"

"I am! I told you!"

"—when you've never even asked me out—"

"I thought we were taking things at our pace, doing things our way, I thought that's what you wanted—"

"I wanted you to not treat me like a joke—"

"Is that why everything changed after that night?"

You scoff, was he serious right now? "No, Anakin. You treating me like I'm some cheap thing to waste your time on definitely has no significance to our re— to whatever this is— was."

The sound of the front door of your house unlocking, the latches clicking backwards in their mechanism halts your heated argument and draws your attention to the porch where the lights are now turned on, but Anakin's gaze doesn't waver from your face for even a second.

You suddenly realise that you'd been having this argument, one that you'd been trying to avoid for so long, out in the open for any passerby to hear though there weren't any other than the stray cat and a random owl hooting in the distance. The realisation flushes your face in embarrassment, you didn't want to have this conversation here, now – you didn't want to have this conversation ever. It would have been much better to just avoid it and pretend that his words hadn't buried deep in your chest that night, planting a poison thorn in your relationship and your feelings towards him. How could he pretend that any of this was serious when he went around acting like it was only worth- what? You don't even know what he had bet, not having bothered to stick around to hear that part.

Before he can say anything else you cut him off, taking a step back towards the door, giving him one last glance, "Goodnight, Anakin." And then you're gone.

Then the quiet of the night becomes a taunting silence, the cool air now bites at his skin, his brain feels like it's being blended on the highest power with all his thoughts swirling around like a tornado.

The 10-minute walk back to Krish's place feels that much longer without you and he can't stop thinking.

You thought this was a joke to him?

dividers by @saradika-graphics

A/N: life being a pain in the ass, mental health being a pain and my own unrealistic expectations turning into insecurities (and being a pain) made this much more late that it should've been. thank you for all the love you've given this series, it is unbelievable and means the world.

on another note, come scream with me at that ending

[lilacella]

any thoughts on what prongsfoot would be like if they got to grow old together?

Ohhh fun!😊😊

This got a bit long and rambly and beware of mentions of old people dying (very peacefully after a long life!!).

send me prongsfoot asks

Well I definitely think they would have some sort of crazy crafts room in their house. It's probably a fixer-upper home anyways because these two old men love tinkering around on stuff! They would be the kind of weird, but adorable old gay couple in the village. Sirius would drive them around on his chopper, James would sit in the side-car, both wearing these old-timey goggle-helmet combinations (or maybe just James and Sirius has a normal one, I can't decide which version is funnier). Sirius would wear a leather vest that says "Hot Dog" on the back. James made that for their anniversary ages ago.

James is teaching the local Quidditch (or Football if it's a muggle au) team with great joy, eventhough his back doesn't allow him to play himself anymore, and Sirius will sometimes show up watching, eating his snack and be mildly amused but mostly enamoured by his husbands vigorous instructions and occasionally point him out to the watching parents beside him and say "That's my husband."

He's very proud of him.

Prongsfoot is in tune from the very beginning but by now they know each-other so well and are so firm in their routines as a couple that they have basically merged into one person. This may sound awful to many people but they are very happy!

They often stay awake til late at night and on clear nights they sit outside on their garden chairs, watching the stars. Everytime James will point to Sirius and say "Look Darling, there's yours!"

And everytime Sirius will smile fondly, take a sip of his drink of the night and say "I know."

James will then proceed to name all the stars for Sirius and Sirius will not look at where he's pointing at all - he knows the nightsky well enough, he'd rather watch the sparkle in James' eyes as he goes off about planetary constellations and the boundaries of the milkyway and about how he doesn't care about all that impressive and terrifying vastness out there because he's got his whole world down here with him, in his garden, in the chair beside him.

Then Sirius will call him a terrible sap and kiss him tenderly.

They'll spend sunny evenings counting each others wrinkles and grey hairs, take the mornings as easy and slow as they like - but sometimes one of them has a silly, but genius idea, and they have to get to it right now!

Then they will rush (with the bike of course) to the local university (or magical equivalent), storm the lab - they know them there already as respected elders - and experiment.

Sometimes it works first try. Sometimes they blow things up. And then try again until it works. At any rate, they are having a blast.

As they get older and grey hairs get replaced by white, James starts dreading climbing into the side car because of that one time he couldn't get back out and Sirius doesn't trust his eyesight enough to drive anymore anyways so they take the bus around town - going no defined place, just driving around eating sweets and watching the people and streets pass by. They pick out a nice spot at the local graveyard under a pretty tree. It's a double grave because no way they will let anything get between them even in death.

"You're not allowed to die first," Sirius will say and James will laugh.

"I would never do that to you! We already discussed this seventy years ago Sirius. We'll die in our sleep, at the same time. That's how it will go!"

Then they laugh, knowing that chances for that are slim and that eventually one of them will have to deal with the grief of loosing their soul mate. Neither of them wants to imagine that. It seems so impossible.

The nice spot on the graveyard spends many years waiting for them. Winters in which they watch the snow fall by the pond, Summers where they rest on the bed with the windows wide open, fingers barely touching. On one day in autumn, neither of them wakes up.

One of their friends from the village will come check on them later and find them holding eachother. They look peaceful. Just like they're sleeping.

In the end the universe let them keep their promise.

[vixen7243]

Part 2

Masterlist | Original Thought | Pt. 1

TF141 X AFAB!Reader (Soon)

Tag list: @the-faceless-bride @persephone-kore-law

*Persephone had given the brilliant idea of being closeted bisexual to add to the drama...And of course I'm going to run like a maniac with it because YEESSS, as one myself, I have so many things to put in with this. and hope they/you like how I'm taking the route so far. If anyone would like to be added to tag list let me know, and leave comments on thoughts of ideas or if there's just anything you like so far.🥰 Enjoy the reading.* CW!:SA,VIDEO OF SA, HARRASSMENT, MENTION OF SELF HARM *Oh My God, this is longer than I thought I would do, but by god. This is the set up and hopefully yall like it.*

From early on it was easy for Y/N to realize that she was into girls, secondary school when she was 11 being the biggest case in point when she had her first experience kissing a friend, ‘to see what’s it like’ of course. The giggling was endless, but when she wanted to keep going back for more and seeing that she wasn’t interested in wanting to see what it was like to kiss a boy, she talked to her mom and had a long talk and learned about lesbians, and that she was one from what she was gathering. Her mom was, to say at the very least, unsupportive, and angry, claiming having come from a family that is conservative she told Y/N never to kiss a girl again, never look at girls like that ever again. The fight that broke between them was horrible, and as much as she wanted to call her dad and tell him about what had happened, she was afraid that he would also be upset with her, and maybe disown her, telling her she was never welcome back home. She wished she hadn’t given her mom a chance this year to keep her, but the guilt of having chosen her father ate at her making her think it would do her and her mom some good to spend the year together. Now, she regrated it, regrated it even more when she came to her mom with questions of her feelings and thoughts.  

As time went by, she counted down the days till she could return home, she stayed on the phone most nights with her stepmom, trying to stay positive. Only, the worry started to set in when there was only 3 months left till it would be summer and she could return home. Her stepmom had informed them that she hadn’t heard from her husband, Y/N’s father, and that she was worried for him. With him gone, your mom would be able to keep you longer, due to the fact he was supposed to be picking you up and flying back to Barr.  

Then one day she had gotten a call from her stepmom, broken up with sobs, it was hard for Y/N to understand her, but she could just barely pick up that she had said something about her dad going MIA and visitors? She wasn’t sure, but she was panicked as she went to her mom crying, begging to go back and be with her grandparents and Sharon to wait to hear about her dad. She never understood what had happened between her parents to make them divorce and for her dad to move from America all the way back to Scottland, but whatever it was, she had no doubt her mother was to blame. When she refused, took Y/N’s phone and soon moved, she hated her. Hated her with a passion, tried endlessly to find her grandparents on any social media and Sharon too, but Sharon had kept her last name, and she had no clue what it was. She wished she had asked before, she cried most nights after they had first moved thinking the worst fate for her father, mourning his potential death. She never let her self-stay close to her mom, she shut her out and delved headfirst into her sexuality, dating a girl that she had learned, after they had moved, was gay. As much as her mom wanted to say something, she had to bite her tongue, only because she learned that her girlfriend was the daughter of her new boss.  

That’s certainly not to say that she didn’t making life at home a living hell for Y/N, chores, no phone, took all the money she somehow managed to make by doing yardwork for neighbors and even pet and baby-sitting. Y/N eventually broke up with her girlfriend, when she had realized she did like her at first, everything was now because she was dating her out of spite and loved her more as a friend than romantically. Even though she was angry, Katy understood and, at first, kept a little bit of a distance before becoming great friends. 

When she was 15 and her guy friend came over to work on a project, when she walked into her room after grabbing drinks and snacks, he was laid out on her bed, shirt ridding up showing off his abs. The flutter feeling in her stomach and blush had her freezing in her doorway as she stared at him. What in the hell is happening? Why am I feeling so... 

“Sweet, you brought soda.” When he sat up, you slowly walked in and handed him a can before going to your desk quickly sitting down and trying to hide your face. “So, you want to go through the article, and I’ll look for more websites to use as references?” 

“Sure.” Burying your nose into the papers you had printed earlier that day, you couldn’t stop looking at him, why did he seem so different? He’d been over plenty of times, times when you guys laid in bed watching movies or playing new games, had slept stacked on each other a few times even and you’d never felt anything before. So. Why now? What was different? Why were you feeling how you usually down when you would see an attractive girl that you were crushing on? “Oh god.” 

“What? Can’t find anything?” 

“Huh? Oh, no, nothing.” You chewed your lip, cursing to yourself when you felt him lean against your shoulder, he was reading the page, but you felt his breath against your neck, could ever so faintly hear him mumbling under his breath as he read, and it was making the hair on the back of your neck stand. When he finally went back to his spot on your bed you let out the breath you hadn’t known you were holding. Trying to refocus on the work at hand, you tuned him out and got a few pages of writing down before debriefing him on what you wrote and handing it to him so that way, he could add to it with whatever he had been able to find. 

While he was packing up his back you cleaned up the cans and wrappers before watching him, non to subtly. “What’s the matter? You’ve been staring at me on and off all evening?”  

You shook your head, although he was your friend, he wasn’t close enough that you would ever tell him that you were feeling things, things that you only feel for girls, since you were gay... or you thought all this time and had been. But now here he was out of the blue riling things up inside of you. “It’s nothing.” He was popular in your school, the same group of girls that had tormented you and bullied you since you had come out had the biggest crushes on him, and most importantly, Sam, the head bitch, had dated him for a while and hated that he hung out with you. If you told him, you started feeling... conflicting feeling towards him, things that you haven’t yet processed properly, he’d tell his friend, because he couldn’t keep anything to himself and then they would go around spreading things about you behind your back. 

“Yeah right, just tell me?” When you avoided looking at him, he sighed, “You heard then huh?” 

“What?” 

“That Sam and I are back together.” Looking at him surprised you scowled, “We talked out some issues, and figured why not try again.” 

“Didn’t she -” 

“We talked things out.” He cut you off standing up. 

“She sucked your cousins dick.” 

“Y/N” 

“He took a video and spread it all through the school.” 

“And we talked about that, it’s none of your business anyways.” He waited at beat before squinting at you slightly, “Do you have a thin fer me?” 

“WhAt?” You looked at him wide-eyed and mouth open, “Why would you ask me that? Ye know I-” 

“Sam said you have been looking at me differently lately and that we’ve been spending time together too-” 

“We’re working on a project together.” 

“I told her that... you're not denying that you’ve been looking at me differently.” 

Scowling you crossed your arms over your chest huffing, “Because that’s insane Jake. Ye know I’m lesbian, I’ve never been into guys. Ever.” When he opened his mouth to say something you quickly spoke up, “And even if in some other bizarre world, why would I start liking ye?” 

He glared at you at that, “What the hells that supposed to mean?” 

“Yer not special Jake, pretty fucking typical and boring, why would I have a thin fer ye?” You wanted to bite your tongue off, you’d never been to mean to anyone other than Sam and her little click, but you vouched that, that’s because they deserved it.  

“Fuck you Y/N.” He snatched up his back and walked out, you took a deep breath before collapsing onto your bed sighing. You weren’t sure who to talk to, but you wanted to talk to someone, so, pulling out your laptop you pulled up skype, you’d found a sweet guy that lived in Edinburgh, Scottland, when you were looking for your dad and had become good friends. Dominic, he was gay and your most trusted confidante when it came to anything you needed to talk to someone about. 

“Hey lass, what’s going on?” 

“I’m, surprised you answered, isn’t it like midnight for you?” 

“Yeah, but I can’t sleep, so again, what’s te matter?”  

You leaned back into your pillow and told him what had happened when you first walked back into your room and seeing Jack on your bed to what you had said making him leave. When he stayed quiet you wrapped your arms around your waist, “I’m confused on why I was feeling that way to him and then he wouldn’t shut up about Sam and what she had said about me.... There was so much going on in my head and he was overwhelming me with so much I just went off on him and said what I shouldn’t have.” Looking up at him you whispered, “What’s going on with me?” 

“Oh Christ lass,” he started laughing a bit before shaking his head, “Ye’ve gotta crush on him.” 

“What? But I-” 

“I know, but... from the sounds of it, ye like him. And There’s nothing wrong with that.” 

“So, I’m... I’m bi? How? I’ve never liked any guys before? How am I 15 and just now liking a boy... JAKE no less?!” 

His laughter made you sigh, “Late developer. It happens.” You doubted that you were still confused on your feelings but decided you’d just slowly sort yourself out.  

So, for the next few months you broke down your feelings and realized that yup, you were into both guys and girls, and Jake was ignoring you still.... until. There was going to be a party at Sam’s, and your best friend Kieran had pulled you along, you lied to your mom that you were going to her house, and she lied that she was going to yours. When the bother of you walked into her house, Kieran pulled you into the kitchen handing you a cup, when you took a sip you choked huffing, making her laugh, “You never drink before?” 

“No, my god, have you?” 

“Few times, with family, mom would always have a cow though.” She took a swig from her cup before urging you too try and take another drink. After 2 cups, you were slowly feeling the effects before you seen Jack walking to you, Kieran already got the rundown of what had happened and that you had concluded that you were in fact bi now. She just wasn’t sure if you would be so comfortable around him yet. “Want me to distract?” She whispered tucking into your side. 

“No, it’s okay.” You said taking a deep breath before smiling when he stopped in front of the both of you. 

“Hey.” 

He was staring right at you, you felt the blush cover your face, you swallowed thickly, hoping your voice doesn’t betray you and crack, “Hi.” 

“Hi.” Kieran chirped, her smile spreading when he glanced at her for a moment before looking you over. You weren’t the thinnest, you had a little extra meat around your middle and your thighs certainly had no gap, but your confidence helped you feel comfortable wearing the short shorts, tank top and torn flannel that when seen from behind damn near made you look like you weren’t wearing any short at all.  

“Wanted to talk to you in private.” 

Your eyes widened as you looked to Kieran before looking back at him, “Alone? With me? Why?” 

Rolling his eyes he grabbed your wrist turning and pulling him with you, when you felt the cup being pulled from your hand you looked back at Kieran who was giving you thumbs up making a smoochy face before laughing. You looked at the back of Jack’s head anxious, Where are we going? Upstairs? Why? You didn’t pay attention to the people that were watching the two of you disappear up the stairs, your sole focus was Jack and them way he laced his fingers with yours. Despite yourself on a few occasions, he had been an invading guest in some of your fantasies and dreams, that to now feel him pulling you into... oh god, a bedroom, alone, the two of you. “Whas goin on?” 

After he had closed the door he guided you to the bed, making you sit down, he looked at you intensely, “I know you like me,” as you opened your mouth getting ready to say something, the hand he was holding, he pulled making you push forward and resting your other hand on his shoulder, “You’ve been staring at me a lot more since I left your place a couple weeks back, and don’t think I didn’t notice how you always blush when passing in the halls. Just say it Y/N.”  

Your cheeks were burning, he was so close, you could feel his breath fanning your face, opening your mouth, a small croak came from your throat making you close your mouth swallowing before going again, “Yer still wit-” 

“Say it.” 

The quiet of his voice made you throw caution to the wind, “Okay, fine... Jack... I like you.” Closing the distance, you kissed him, your breath halting in your throat, his lips aren’t as soft as the few girls your previously kissed, reaching up and cupping his jaw, it was firmer, sharper. A boy, not a girl, your mind reeled with the sensation of your nerves being consumed with Jack, Jack, Jack. Feeling his hands grab at the flannel you were wearing and start pushing at it to slide it down your shoulders. Easing back, you gathered yourself, “Wait.” 

“Come on.” Pulling the shirt off his hands started going for your tank. 

“Hey, Jack.” Before you could say anymore, he kissed you again slowly working the top up, your body froze at hearing something in the room bang, blood running cold when laughter sounded from the closet. 

“Shit, I can’t hold it in Jack, fucking look at her.” The laughter echoed in your ears as you quipped your head around and watched as 2 boys stumbled out of the closet laughing. 

“Never seen so many rolls, jeez, ever heard of self-restrain piggy?” 

“What are they doin here?” You looked to Jack shocked, tears threatening to build as he smirking then shook his head. 

“I was close guys; this doesn't count against me since you guys interrupted.” 

“Wha-” 

“She would’ve stopped you anyways, she was trying.” 

“Unless you were just going to ignore her protests?” 

“Shut up, just keep recording, this will be good.” 

“Wait, recordin? Why, stop Jack!” You cried as he yanked your tank top up before holding you, arms pinned behind your back.  

The other 2 pulled their phones up recording, flashes on, catching everything, as you thrashed trying to get loose their laughter rung loud in the room, “You thought he liked you? What a joke, maybe you would’ve let him fuck you.” 

“Would’ve been an easy bet for Jack to win. How annoying, I thought she was a lesbian?” 

“Faking that shit for attention probably, knew no guy would want to be with a piggy unless there was something interesting about her.” 

“But to think that even a girl would find this attractive? Yeah right.” 

The tears were unstoppable, their horrible remarks burning and cutting into you, finally getting loose enough in his grasp, you dove down to your top slipping on your flannel running out crying, the others following and laughing, snorting at you. 

“Y/N?!” You didn’t stop to wait for Kieran as you made a mad dash home, climbing up and into your room. Your phone started ringing, seeing Kieran, you ignored it, ashamed and embarrassed. 

Through the weekend, you stayed away from your phone, the constant dings and ringing going ignored till it finally died. On Monday, your mother none the wiser of what had happened forced you to school. Walking up to the front you tried to ignore the laughs and people pointing at you, when you walked into the main hall, everyone was staring at you, your skin breaking out with goose bumps. Head down, you got to your locker, when you opened it, pictures and notes flooded out, you looked at as much as you could before your vision blurred. They were still images of the video, notes and drawings of pigs and insults, the worst, comments to harm yourself. “Y/N.” Looking up at Kieran, the worry written all over her face, you watched as she picked up all the papers and yanked them out of your locker yelling at everyone that was now huddled around you, phones out and laughing. After she had all the papers, she pulled you into a bathroom before you broke down, holding onto her. “Come to my house, let’s just skip today.” 

Following her to her place, you sat with her in her room, telling her what had happened when you and Jack went upstairs. She held you tightly throughout the whole ordeal, curing Jack and his stupid friends. It was only a few hours before the both of you jumped at her door opening, her father stepping in looking at the both of you, “Why did you skip out of school? What’s going on here?” 

“Dad, listen, please just understand we have very valid reasons, just...” She looked at you hesitantly, “Can’t say right now.” 

“Can’t? Or won’t?” He looked over at you, “No child of mine skips school, what’s going on?” 

Before she came up with anything you started standing up grabbing your back, “I’m sorry sir, it was my fault, I pulled her out of the school and suggested we skip.” 

“Y/N.” 

“Why?” 

Making your way to the door you tried to squeeze past him, but his hand shot out blocking you, “No reason sir, please ju-” 

“We should just tell him, he will help yo-” 

“Don’t Kieran.” 

“What happened?” 

“Nothing!” Pushing his hand down, you bolted out and started making your way home. Going to your room you charged your phone and saw every notification start to pop up, messages from anyone and everyone from school laughing at the video and calling you. Silencing it you laid in your bed crying, shortly, your mom came home screaming at you as she climbed the stairs. 

“What in the hell did you fucking do?!” As she slammed your door open, the hatred in her eyes burned into you, “My boss just called me and told me you whored yourself at some fucking party? What fucking party did you go to?!” 

“What? How-” Keiran told him, you snapped your mouth shut, you couldn’t believe she told him. You knew she was trying to look out for you, but damnit if you weren’t made at her for saying anything. 

“Answer me! Don’t you dare play dumb; there’s video evidence of you screwing someone? Have you lost your damn mind?! Everything I fucking do, and this is how you repay me?!” You glared at her as she went on; How is this my fault? Why is she insisting it’s my fault? 

“I didn’t do ANYTHING on purpose! They forced me and recorded me!” She glared at you before turning on her heel leaving slamming the door behind herself. You sighed walking to the door locking it before grabbing your phone and computer, pulling skype up you called Dominic. While the ringing was going you opened your bank app, checking what you had before opening a new tab on your computer for flights. 

“Y/N, wha-” 

“Ye remember a while ago when ye suggested I move out that way to just run away?” 

“Yeah?” He looked at you skeptically, “Are ye-” 

“I’m buying a ticket as we speak, I will be there in two days.” 

“Woah, lass, whas go-” 

“Please, Dom, jus... tell me now if I can’t stay with ye till I find my dad so I can figure something else out for hiding.” 

“Of course, ye can stay with me, but lass, what the hell happened?” 

Booking the flight ticket you took a deep breath, trying to hold the tears back, being tired of crying you didn’t want to shed anymore. You told him everything that had happened over the weekend, the party, letting your phone die and having a mental break down to the crap that happened at school, your friend telling her dad who is your mom's boss. Finally, the yelling match with your mom that just transpired. When you finished, he slammed back into his chair huffing, “Jesus Christ lass... what te fuckin hell? Firs off, yer more tan welcome here, ma and pa have been wantin to meet ya bad and when they hear bo-” 

“No, please Dom. Please don’t say anything bou-” 

“Lass, listen, I’m real fuckin sorry bout was happen to ye, but we gotta tell them somethin. They are goin to won-” 

“Tell them, I’m coming to find my dad, which won be a lie, ye jus don need to tell them the other shit. Please Dom? PlEaSe? I’m beggin ye.” 

He was quiet a moment, but he relented, “Fine, but they ask more questions, we tell them lass.” 

“Fine.” 

The two of you hashed out the rest of your plan, you’d stay low at home, steering clear of your mom for the next day before calling a cab to take you to the airport the following day, ignoring her and creating distance was a piece of cake, she was still irate with you and constantly trying to think up of lies to tell her boss about your ‘mistake’. 

When the time came, right as soon as your mom was out the door, you grabbed your 2 bags and made a mad dash to the cab that waited out front, sliding in, you felt like everything was moving on X2 speed, the drive to the airport, getting through tsa, and waiting to board. Your heart pounded in your chest; you were finally leaving your mom, and going to look for your dad, you remembered faintly the areas he would take you and replayed every detail hoping that when you get there if you can’t find him, then at least his wife. When your phone started ringing, you slowly looked at it before staring, Kieran, she had no clue what you were doing. You had ignored her calls and texts yesterday and the previous night, you knew she would and is still worried about you. You wanted to tell her what you were doing but didn’t know any more if you could trust her not to tell her dad and then eventually report you running away. Damnit though if the guilt of her worry and self-blame didn’t eat at your conscience, sliding the answer across your screen you lifted the phone to your ear. 

“Oh my god! Y/N! I’ve been trying to reach you! Listen, please, I’m so sorry for telling my dad, but he needed to know! Please understand I only told him because he would help. He said he talked to your mom, but she called the cops to file a report.” The momentary silence lasted long enough for you to sigh, “H-how was it making the report? Did they say what they would do?” When you didn’t respond, you heard her sniffle, “Please, Y/N, I’m so-” 

“Don worry bout me anymore Kieran. I’ll be okay.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Jus don worry, I’m not mad at ye, well...not anymore.” 

“Y/N, where are you? You turned your location off.” 

You looked up at the boarding sign, “I’m goin home, I’ll see ye later okay?” 

“Oh, okay...Love you.” 

Swallowing, you grabbed your bags walking to the podium, “Bye Kieran.” You hung up quickly before turning your phone off and wrapping it in napkins and tossing it in a can passing by. 

Landing in Edinburgh Airport you hailed a cab and gave them Dominic’s address, you’d sent him money to buy you a new phone, so he knew the time window of when to expect you. Pulling up to a beautiful house I handed the driver some cash and started making your way to the front door. When it opened you smiled, Dom, in person quickly ran to you hugging and picking you up, “Jeez Dom, don’t break yer back.” You laughed, but when he set you down, a hard look on his face made you shut up. 

“Don be sayin no mean shit bout my best frien. I ain fraid to smack some sense into ye.” 

“An I an fraid to smack some sense into ye if you lay one hand on her.” You both turned to see his mom at the doorway with his father. 

A sheepish smile made its way onto his face, “I was only messin ma, promise.” 

“Hmhm” She hummed smiling walking down the path before smiling at you and wrapping her arms around you. “It’s so nice to finally meet ye hun.” 

“Oh, uh, thank ye fer lettin me stay here till I find my dad and mom.” You smiled back looking between her and her husband. 

“Come in dear.” He said grabbing your bags smiling, you all walked in, they lead you to the main room and sat you on the couch. While his mom got drinks for everyone you looked around, “When Dom said ye were comin to look fer ye father, I asked a few questions around town to see if anyone knew anything.” 

You looked at him shocked, “Oh, ye didn’t have to do tha, I don want to bother ye all while I stay here.” 

He shook his head, “I don mind one bit, I only wish I had some good news fer ye, with the lil I knew and Dom, not many people could really offer anything.” 

“I understand, there were a few places I remember visiting and going to many times when I was younger, I was goin to visit those places and ask around, if not fer them then at least my grandparents.” 

“Tomorrow, we’ll be more than happy to drive ye around and help.” 

And they did, it was a couple weeks of traveling and asking friends, and old connections till you found a small scrap of information. It was a long, short given to you by one of Dom’s dad’s old cop friends, but you didn’t want to leave no stone unturned. Going just outside of Edinburgh, you went to the address that was scribbled down, it was a long dirt driveway to a beautiful 2 story house, huge with hills and fields surrounding it. On one side there were highland and belted Galloway cows, the other side of the road was cheviot sheep, your heart was pounding a mile a minute in your ribs, your limbs felt heavy as you climbed out of the car, looking around. Everything felt so... 

“Can we help ye all?” That voice, your body felt like the earth was shaking, could feel every muscle trembling as you slowly turned around and ... It was like everything froze in time, tears weld in your eyes, even though it had only been 4 years, it was like you’d only just seen him yesterday. 

“Dad.” You whimpered; you covered your mouth. 

Looking you over, he swore he thought he was looking at a ghost, “Y/N?” Nodding your head, he took one step down the stairs before the both of you made a mad sprint for each other. The collision of you both slamming into each other, wrapping your arms around one another tightly, weeping into the others shoulder. He pulled back first, cupping your cheeks in his hands moving the hair from your face, “My god, Y/N. Yev grown so much.” You both laughed before going back into holding each other, it wasn’t until his wife came out asking what was going on till she saw you.  

“Oh my god, MA, PA!” She screamed before running to you laughing and hugging you.  

You looked to the door, your grandparents walked out confused, and slightly worried, but upon seeing you, God, they all had never felt so whole and complete, they all cocooned you into a bear hug. Only pulled apart to thank and welcome Dominic and his parents inviting them in.  

You never told anyone the truth of why you ran away and sought them out, you didn’t even have to worry about your mom making a report, when you had left she counted it as a silent blessing that she could move and start over fresh, she never thought you went back to your father, all that matter to her was that you were gone. Your dad and mom asked as often as they could to figure out the truth, but you only insisted that you missed them and decided enough was enough, you were going to find them no matter what. You’d told them and your grandparents that you were lesbian, not expressing that you were bi, they excepted you none the less, and you were sure they would still except you even if you told them, you were bi, but you weren’t going to be dating or seeing any guys for a very long time. Yes, you knew and understood not all men were the same, but that doesn’t change the fact that at the thought of being intimate with a guy had you breaking down and having an anxiety attack.  

It wasn’t for a long time till you found inner peace with yourself and what had happened to you those years ago, you just always kept to one rule when it came to guys. You were never going to get anywhere near intimate with one unless you guys were a serious thing; no one nightstands, no games, no bets, no lies. 

[lazycats-stuff]

hallo! hope ur having a good day/night

if you don't mind me requesting, price from cod x civilian male reader (probably in his late 40s/early 50s) who just have the mom energy in him with his knitted cardigan like he always cook food for john (or the whole whenever they visit) and always fussing about his husband's well being

Of course I don't mind! Everyone loves the mom energy.

Summary: (Y/N) Price is the civilian husband of John Price. He worried about the team and his husband.

Warnings: Fluff, worried reader, the other 3 are the kids, injuries, mom energy.

(Y/N) Price was in the house he shared with his husband John. John in a military man, a leader of 141 Task Force, a force tasked with weeding out terrorists all around the globe. They have been together for a long time, even before John got into the army. They got married a little after gay marriage was legal in the UK.

There wasn't really a ceremony, just Price and him signing documents and then later celebrated with their families. John was the one who was always saying that he got lucky with (Y/N). Price has seen a lot of bloodshed, a lot of killings and he always separated his job and home life.

He never brought his job home. That was one of the promises that he promised to (Y/N) when he enlisted. (Y/N) didn't know what to think, but knew that it was to protect him from all the horrors and violence he faced.

And that meant that John's teammates didn't know he was married. They find out one day when they got back from a grueling mission and (Y/N) was waiting for his husband, just ready to pick him up and help him rest.

The rest of the team watched in silence as the two man embraced and then kissed. It wasn't until Soap broke the silence and John introduced his husband to his teammates. He knew they wouldn't judge his sexuality, but was kind of worried about (Y/N) hugging Ghost.

(Y/N) was a person who greeted everyone with a hug, but with Ghost, he must have sensed something and just greeted him with a handshake. Price had excused them both and they left the base, going to their cozy home.

Afterwards, there were visits from the team and somehow, they all got cards for their birthdays and cookies sent through John. Even Ghost got one for his birthday, but (Y/N) doesn't send him one on Christmas.

(Y/N) looked up from his knitting when he heard the door unlocking. (Y/N) was confused when he saw John and the team walking in. He stood up, setting aside his knitting needles.

" What's going on? " (Y/N) asked, confused. They are supposed to be on a mission.

And they supposed to come back in a few days.

" We needed a place to stay. We ran into a problem on the mission. And I know that pro- " John started, but (Y/N) cut him off.

" Hang on. Is anyone injured? I have first aid kit in the bathroom. " (Y/N) asked, looking at the other men.

" Everybody just got scratches and bruises. " Price tried to explain, but (Y/N) could see that Price was lying.

" John, I know you since we were kids. I know that you are hiding something from me. " (Y/N) said, crossing his arms.

" Okay, well, I kind of got shot- "

" What?! Are you okay?! " (Y/N) said, moving closer to his husband.

" I'm fine, we patched it up. " John tried to ease the worries of his husband, but (Y/N) wasn't having it.

" Everyone, make yourselves comfortable while I make sure my husband is okay. " (Y/N) said, dragging his husband to the bathroom.

" (Y/N)- "

" John, show me. " (Y/N) demanded, crossing his arms.

" (Y/N), I'm fine, we patched it up. " John said, cupping (Y/N)'s face.

" I don't care, show me. " (Y/N) said and John sighed.

He started removing the tactical gear and (Y/N) watched him. When John took his shirt off and (Y/N) saw bandages on his chest. He moved closer to it and gently touched it.

" Does it hurt? " (Y/N) asked, looking at Price's face.

" No love, it doesn't. " Price said softly, hugging his husband. (Y/N) sighed, trying not worry now. John is fine.

" Alright. But still. Tell me when you are injured. " (Y/N) said, giving Price a kiss.

" I just don't want to worry you. " John said, holding (Y/N)'s hands.

" John, you always worry me when you are away. But when you are here, I want to know what is wrong. And also, I know you since we were kids and we have been together for a long time. " (Y/N) said softly.

Price just nodded and kissed his husband once more.

" Now, put your shirt on. I have to check on your 3 sons. " (Y/N) said, making Price sigh. " They are not my sons. " Price retorted.

" Yeah, sure. " (Y/N) said, making Price sigh once more.

" Alright kids, " (Y/N) said, walking back into the living room. The trio turned their heads to watch what (Y/N) was saying. " Is anyone hungry? "

Everyone nodded their heads and (Y/N) chuckled. Of course they were.

" Does anybody have any suggestions? " (Y/N) asked, moving to the kitchen.

" Anything. We haven't been eating anything fulfilling. " Soap said from the couch.

" Alright then. Give me an hour to make something nice. "

Price smiled sadly, walking up from behind to hug his husband from behind.

" I'm sorry for bringing work home. " Price whispered into (Y/N)'s ear.

" It was an emergency. I get it. And besides, I can defend myself. You made sure of that. " (Y/N) said, taking stuff out of the fridge.

" I know, but still. I promised you that. Also, is that a new cardigan? " John asked his husband feeling the soft cardigan.

" Yup. I am in the process of making you a matching one. " (Y/N) said, turning his head to kiss his husband.

" I love you. " John whispered into his ear.

" I love you too John. "

[prologuetrevor]

Random Trevor headcanons/observations from canon

Trevor in his teens was pretty lanky due to really bad eating habits and drug use, and he gained more muscle mass as he got a bit older. He became more active, somehow. He’s always been a lot stronger than he looks. Would be bulkier if it were not for his heavy drug use and fucked up sleep schedule and all the other fucked up aspects of his lifestyle. Yeah…

He got bullied in school for being lanky even though it wasn’t really in his own control. He didn’t exactly have a mother at home often let alone a mother who would regularly cook nutritious meals. The only time he had consistent meals during his youth was during his times at care homes, or maybe when his mother had a potential husband/father figure in mind that she needed to impress/keep. Yeah that’s where his trash digging habit comes from. The food scarcity from his youth fucked him up so much that even though he definitely has enough money to feed himself, he still relies on his past habits. The past is good. Familiarity is good. The future is bad. Change is bad. That’s what he thinks.

He tried bulking up a bit during his Air Force attempt. It worked a bit, but he was still pretty lanky. Not weak at all, though. Once again, he’s always been stronger than what people would assume given his physique. He relied on this hidden strength while being targeted in school by other guys. For whatever strength he lacked emotionally at the time, he always had the strength of his fists. He used this “sleeper build” to his advantage.

The lankiness added to the bullying he received from more masculine dudes at school for coming across as gay and generally “odd”. Being on the hockey team while not being stereotypically masculine was definitely an experience!

He has never been loved or genuinely cared for by anyone, so when he got the slightest taste of it from Michael during the lowest time of his life, he got fixated and was never able to look past it. In his mind, Amanda took Michael away from him. Amanda took the only light that was in his life.

His dislike of other men stems from the eight fathers he had. He did not get along with a single one of them, and was violently jealous of the attention they received from his mother. Not necessarily only the sexual attention they received from her, but especially the sexual attention. But, it’s all rooted in the same thing. In Trevor’s mind, anyway. Maybe from these men, he learned that sex can be used to intimidate, and dominate. This is part of what lead to his homosexual tendencies, too.

He always came off as a little childish, but was also bullied into hiding the mature aspects of who he was. He didn’t know whether he should be this violent, unnaturally macho dude in response to the school bullying, or if he should be more reserved and childishly polite due to his mother disapproving of his violent behaviors. As well as others finding him scary, and difficult to be around. So, he’s got a weird mix of both. There’s no normal, no in between. He’s both “extremes” at the same time. He’s stunted socially considering the fact his mother wasn’t around often, he didn’t have a father figure, and no one liked him. He didn’t really have a sibling either, considering the accident with Ryan. He didn’t shed the childhood aspects of his personality like most would during their teens/puberty. And of course, those violent tendencies stayed too. He’s a child, and a 40 year old man at the same time. He’s held onto everything he’s ever been given. Can’t let go.

He picked up basic survival skills early on due to his mother’s cycles of abandoning him, then coming back. Her presence in his life was never certain. I mean, he didn’t use every skill, but he had them.

Yeah he’s pretty fucked up guys

[writing-until-i-drop]

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Tyler Owens (Twisters 2024)

What's In A Name? Masterlist | Series (Complete!)

Tyler Owens x Harding! FemOC

Meg Harding and Kate Carter were inseparable until their friends died five ago, then she ran to New Orleans to save lives as a paramedic. But when Javi calls on his two oldest friends to help him collect data, counting on their matching natural instincts for tornadoes, Meg goes home for the first time in years. That's where she meets Tyler and the rest of the Wranglers, the YouTube storm chasers her dad likes to watch, and finds herself fitting in more with them than with Storm PAR. Meg only plans to stay for the week but will it be easy to leave when the dust settles?

If a certain cowboy has a say in it, nothing about leaving is going to be easy.

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Jake "Hangman" Seresin (Top Gun Maverick 2022)

Wildflowers For A Hangman Masterlist*

| Series (Ongoing)

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Writer! FemOC

Daisy, a career novelist, moves in with her college best friend Phoenix who has been permanently assigned to Top Gun with Dagger Squad. She finds herself instantly connected with a cocky pilot who's soft only for her and Jake can't help but want to know everything about her. When the past comes knocking at both of their doors, will they stand together or fall apart?

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

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Natasha "Phoenix" Trace (Top gun Maverick 2022)

God Complex | One Shot

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x f! surgeon! reader (no use of y/n)

You're a trauma surgeon resident, studying at a bar when you're approached by a woman who steals your focus.

warnings! Slight dom!Phoenix (if you squint), suggestive, drinking, not proof read

God Complex | Pt. 2*

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x f! surgeon! reader (no use of y/n)

You're a trauma surgeon resident, studying at a bar when you're approached by a woman who steals your focus.

warnings! SMUT MINORS DNI | Slight dom!Phoenix, oral (fem receiving), edging, lmk if I missed anything

God Complex | Pt. 3

Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x f! surgeon! reader (no use of y/n)

You're a trauma surgeon resident, studying at a bar when you're approached by a woman who steals your focus.

warnings! Scary movie date night, reader is scared, not proof read, fluffy

Rhett Abbott (Outer Range)

Welcome Home, Sweetheart | Drabble

Rhett Abbott x f! reader (no use of y/n)

You and Rhett were childhood best friends and now you're back in town after living out of state for a few years. Your first night in town is one you'll never forget.

warnings! Rhett punches a guy, reader finds it hot, not proof read, written in under ten minutes

Run Away With Me | One Shot

Rhett Abbott x Fem! Reader (no use of y/n)

3 years ago your parents stole you away from Wabang to keep you out of trouble, now you're back, but only for a night.

Warnings: none!

Run Away With Me | Pt. 2

Rhett Abbott x Fem! Reader

3 years ago your parents stole you away from Wabang to keep you out of trouble, now you're back, but only for a night.

Warnings: none! no use of y/n

Pt. 2 requested by many, kitchen dancing requested by 🗡️😘 | read the request here

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw (Top Gun Maverick 2022)

A Stepdad For Christmas | Series (WIP)

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Rooster x Single Mom!OC

After divorcing her gay, marriage of convenience husband, Olivia and her teenage daughter move to North Island. Her daughter's one wish for Christmas? A hot step dad. And damn, if Rooster's Hawaiian shirts don't look like the perfect wrapping paper.

9-1-1 ABC

What He Needs | Buddie*

Buck doesn't want to be an omega, not without Eddie as his alpha. So he takes a pill that he hopes will suppress the need inside of him and ends up making everything worse in the best possible way.

warnings: 18+ only | smut | a/b/o | anal sex | knotting | talks of breeding | very very minor feminization | unedited

Something About The Moon Brings Us Together | Buddie*

Buck was waiting for the day that Eddie came clean about being a werewolf. The entire 118 pack had scented it on him during his first day but he hadn’t brought it up or taken Bobby up on his offer to join them for their full moon night in the mountains. As it turns out, Christopher was going to force his father’s hand because in the middle of Buck’s living room was a half-transformed and terrified child.

Or: The one where Buck takes care of the Diaz boys, especially when Christopher turns out to be a werewolf too.

Kinktober 2024*

Masterlist - Minors DNI | 18+ Only (WIP)

Comfort Drabbles | Mixed Fandom

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