#her ass is NOT qualified as a mommy

[randompumpkinkiddo]

[maxillness]

╰┈➤Day 2: Choking || OP81 x gf!reader

Warnings: 18+, choking, handjob, sub!oscar, orgasm denial, praise kink, mommy kink, talk about pegging Wordcount: 0.6k

Lando had flirted with Oscar's girlfriend before qualifying, knowing they were together

It made Oscar jealous, as it should. But, he knew she didn't like it when he was jealous, so he didn't say anything, knowing what happened the last time she knew he was jealous

Oscar had have enough, and couldn't keep it in when they came back to the hotel

He confronted her, but she was nonchalant and said she didn't notice Lando had flirted with her

He cursed under his breath when she turned away, making her turn back to him. She took ahold of his chin, making him look at her

Oscar had confessed to being jealous faster than Red Bull's fastest pit stop time, which was how they ended up in the position they were now in. His naked back pressed against her clothed chest, his legs forced spread open by her own, her spit covered hand slow on his cock, her other hand pressing around his throat, his head tilted back onto her shoulder

"Jealousy will get you nowhere" She said softly, her mouth just by his ear

"I know. I know, i'm sorry. Please, don't punish me" He pleaded in a whimper, rocking his hips up into her hand, hoping she would go faster

"Sit still" She almost growled, making him let out a pathetic whimper but did as told. Her hand tightened around his throat slightly before she spoke up again "Behave, and i might have mercy on you"

He nodded as well as he could, gasping from the slight lack of air "Good boy" She praised softly, sending a deeper blush down his naked body

He moaned her name softly when she sped her hand slightly, his knuckles turning white from the force of the grip in the sheets beside her thighs

"You know what i would do if you weren't getting into the car tomorrow?" He shook his head slightly, whimpering as her hand grew tighter around his throat "I would fuck your pretty ass so hard you would forget your own name"

He moaned when her thumb dragged over his slit, his hips stuttering slightly "Mommy, please" He moaned, trying so hard not to buck his hips up into her hand

Her hand sped up before she spoke, making Oscar moan louder "Who am i fucking every night, hm?"

"Me" He managed to get out breathy between moans

"Mhm, that's right. And you know i love you, so why would you go and be jealous of Lando flirting with me?" She questioned, knowing it would be hard for him to answer with the amount of pleasure

"'M sorry- please, mommy- ah. 'm close" He moaned, his eyes shut tight, his body quivering "P-please. I'm sorry, please- just… mm. Please, can i come?"

"How can i say no when you're begging so nicely? Come for me, baby" She said, kissing the side of his face

She watched as his body shook rapidly, his cum spilling on his chest, abdomen and her hand, her movements slowing down to ride him out of his orgasm

Her hand around his throat went to his hair, soothing his scalp, kissing the corner of his mouth. She wiped her hand on the inside of his thigh, listing to his heavy breathing

"I'll start the tub" She said, moving his limp body to be laid down on the bed

"Can't it wait?" He asked tiredly

"No, baby. You always complain about being sticky when you haven't showered" She said, getting up from the bed, Oscar letting out a whine

[homestylehughes]

do i know you?

coffee girl: part 2

pairings: luke hughes x fem!reader

summary: y/n's first day on the job, after her encounter big spill with luke hughes. her first day's is going as expected, until she locks eyes with luke, the tension begins to unfold.

wc: 1.6k

warnings: nervous and shy reader and luke. cuteness overload, cussing. fluff? nothing too crazy yet! cliffhanger kinda AGAIN

authors note: OMG HI!! i'm so so sorry it took me forever to get this up. college is actually kicking my ass. (someone help me). ANYWAYS this chapter is more of a filler, more reader focused. we will be getting to the good stuff soon, promise!!! thank you for all of your love and support, so so thankful. like and reblog if you enjoy. as always much love.

happy reading <3

Holy shit I got the job. I got the fucking job. The job that I was late to my interview for, because I ran into cute, sweet, day ruining Luke Hughes, spilling coffee on me and now we’re here.

I'm practically skipping out of the prudential Center, a smile on my face that nothing can take off, even the split coffee on my shirt. 

I start the walk back to my apartment, with a pep in my step. opening my door, my little orange baby Moe greeting me at my feet. 

“Hi, little baby” “mommy got her job” I said to him in a whiney pet voice as I lifted him up into my arms, cradling him into my chest. God, I need more friends, I think to myself.

But none of that matters because I got my dream job, that world is on my side right now. I put Moe back on the ground after our cuddle session, picking up my bag and making my way towards the bathroom. 

I take in my state, Luke's hoodie still covering my body, his scent filling my senses. Letting out a deep sigh, I pulled off the hoodie and put it in my laundry basket. Slowly making my way to my closet, pulling on the first things I find, and plopping myself into my bed. 

My eyes began to slowly close, the events of today filling my mind as I drift off to sleep. 

—

Today is the first day of my job. I'm shitting bricks, I'm not ready for this. You can do this y/n I think to myself, this isn't anything you haven't done before. You are more than qualified for this position. You've worked with athletes before, but these are insanely attractive athletes, but most importantly Luke Hughes is one of them. Fuck…Luke Hughes. 

Im quickly pulled out of my day dream, when the elevator door dings open. Swiftly making my way to my office, my office. 

Walking into the office I call my own, seems unreal, looking around once I set the box of my things on my desk, along with setting my purse in one of the chairs in front of it. Walking around the space taking it all. 

I'm quickly pulled out of my daydream again today when I hear a man's voice behind me. 

“I'm guessing youre y/n y/l/n?” turning around quickly, to meet eyes with the nameless man standing in the doorway.

“Hi yes, I'm y/n, nice to meet you?” I say holding out my hand to the man, whose name I still haven't gotten. “Hi, it's lovely to meet you! I'm Tyler but everyone calls me Ty!” Tyler or I guess ty says, shaking my hand with a smile on his face. 

“I'm guessing you like your place?” Tyler says behind me as we both look around the office, “Yes it's great! I love it already '' I smile back at him.

“Great! Hope you're ready, to meet the team, in about… 5 minutes” he says, as he checks his watch. Oh god, in 5 minutes, i haven't even unpacked yet. Oh gosh what if they all hate me. Oh my god, Luke. Will he remember me??

“I can see everything you're thinking on your face, they're going to love you, the whole team is excited to meet you. It's not everyday we get a female athletic trainer.” Ty says to me pulling me out of my thoughts, calming me down slightly.

“Thank you, i needed that” I sigh out back to him 

“Of course, are you ready?” 

“Yes? I think” Ty chuckles in response, as we make our way out of the office. 

“I'll give you a better in depth tour than the one you've had earlier, later. Sound good?” he says from beside me, nodding my head in agreement. As we make our way through the halls of the center. 

We finally make our way to what I think is the Devils locker room, my heartbeat begins to pick up. 

“The boys finished up practice about 45 minutes ago” Ty says as he's going to open the door, his back now turned to me. “I'm going to go in first to make sure they're all dressed and somewhat put together” he chuckles out to me. 

“Okay, I'll be here,” I say before he enters the locker room. 

It feels like 30 minutes goes by, but it's actually probably only been 2. 

I see Ty head pop out, “y/n, are you ready?” 

“Yes!” NO I  want to say, but I'll keep that to myself. Taking a deep breath, I follow Ty into the locker room. 

Walking in the locker room, I instantly feel 40 pairs of eyes on me. Oh gosh this is scarier than I thought, I say to myself. 

“Gentleman, this y/n, our new athletic trainer!” Ty says gesturing to me, our eyes locking briefly, silently asking me to say something. 

“Hi guys! I'm y/n! I'm really excited to work with guys "I say, as I pause to try and think of something else to say. 

“I'm not going to lie, I'm not sure what else to say… you guys make me nervous.” I laugh nervously. The whole room erupted in chuckles. 

They found that funny? I'll take it. 

“I like her already” I hear a few players chuckle out. My nerves are finally beginning to settle, until I lock eyes with him. Luke. 

It feels like my whole world stops, as his eyes lock with mine, our eyes swimming in each other, his gaze is so strong, it's almost like he’s trying to figure out who I am. 

I'm the first to break contact. Turning around to only get pulled into a conversation with the training staff, as they quickly pulled me out of the locker room, to show me around the rest of the building. 

I can't shake the feeling of Luke's eyes on me, as they show me around. My mind is still foggy from our interaction. 

— 

My “first day” was more of a tour and getting the feel of where everything was. I was even able to get my office together. This is beginning to feel like home I think to myself. Im pulled out my thoughts when I hear a knock on my door.

“Come in!” I shout out, from my desk, my face in the paperwork I'm currently filling out, not bothering to raise my head, thinking it's one of trainers. 

“One second, just trying to do this last bit of paperwork” I say, as my pen is quickly moving across the page. 

“You're okay, take your time” says the voice that I know oh so well, the voice that's been stuck in my head for the last 4 days. 

I slowly bring my head up from my desk, my eyes slowly taking over Luke's figure, taking in his appearance. He's just as beautiful as I member

Quickly snapping out of my trance, clearing my throat “Hi Luke, did you need something?” I ask as politely and professionally as I can. 

“Do I know you from somewhere?” Luke quickly says to me.

“Um.” I am trying to figure out a way to continue this conversation.

I feel Luke's eyes run over my face for the second time today. I see his mouth slowly open, as he runs his hand over his face, letting out a sigh. 

“Oh my gosh, you're the girl I spilt her coffee on like a week ago aren't you?” 

“It's actually been four days but, yes that's me.” I say back letting out a breathlily laugh to my desk. 

“Shit, i'm so so sorry” he rambles out quickly. “Its okay, I promise, it was an accident” 

“But I made you cry, oh my gosh. You were on the way to your interview here, weren't you?”

“Yes I was, but it worked out, I still got the job,” I say, gesturing to the room around us. 

“This is so embarrassing, I'm so sorry.” Luke begins to apologize again. 

“Hey hey, i promise it's okay” i say getting up from my desk, walking around to lean up against the front, to stand in front of Luke. 

“We can start off again on a better foot if you'd like?” I say holding out my hand to him, “Hi, I’m y/n” my hand still being held out in front of him, luke's eyes look me up and before he grasps my hand finally shaking it. “Hi, I’m Luke” he says, staring my eyes. 

“It's nice to meet you” I smile out to him, as our hands drop, his touch still lingering. “You're really pretty when you smile” Luke rasps out to me.

My cheeks begin to heat with a blush, lowering my head, now looking at my feet. 

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” 

“No, you didn't” i say suddenly “it just surprised me, that's all” 

“Good,” he says quietly, our eyes locked in a soft gaze. 

“I-I should probably get going, let you get back to work.” “Yeah of course, thank you for stopping by” I say, for some reason I don't want him to leave. 

“We’re really happy you're here y/n” luke says to me, there's something about the way Luke says my name, that makes my heart stop for a second. 

“I'm really glad, I'm here too.” 

“Have a great day” he says to me as he makes his way to the door. “You too!” I say turning back to behind my desk. 

Luke turned back once more, to take one final glance in my direction, smiling softly at me again, before closing the door behind him.

I released the breath I didn't even know I was holding out, letting my shoulder fall a little bit.

This job is going to much more difficult than i thought, and it's all because, of my stupid coffee and Luke Hughes. 

[charliedawn]

Nurse reader: everyone, we got a new nurse to help out! Meet Ms. Annie Wilkes!

Annie Wilkes:

Freddy *whistles appreciatively* : "…Fresh old meat. My favourite. Look at that ass."

Annie Wilkes *smiles before taking a fork and doesn’t hesitate before gauging his eyes out*

Freddy *screams*

Yeah…They don’t like each other.

Brahms: "…You seem scary."

Annie Wilkes *smiles* : "Not at all, dear. I am very happy to make your acquaintance. A little birdie told me you liked dolls ? I do too."

They bonded over dolls.

Chucky: "Hey ! Who called the evil nanny ?!"

Annie Wilkes *smiles* : "Sit down, sir. It is time for your shots."

Chucky bit her arm.

Penny: "Hellllo, nurse Wilkes."

Annie *is afraid of clowns but hides it* : "…Good morning."

They are…cordial with each other.

Vincent *sees her and stops*

Annie Wilkes *smiles* : "I saw your works of art. I am a big fan."

Annie likes him.

Bo *was working outside on one of the trucks and arrived late for supper**tries to open the door but finds it locked* : "What in the—?"

Annie *arrives and smiles* : "Sorry, sir. You are late and the door closes at 10 pm."

Bo *grits his teeth* : "Open this door, you dumb cow. It is freezing and I am a damn patient here."

Annie *smiles and turns around before walking away*

Bo : "Hey ! HEY ! Come back here, you b*tch !"

He spent the night outside…Yeah. No. Don’t like each other.

Jason *stares at her and starts using sign language*

Annie *smiles and replies in kind*

They like each other. Annie makes Jason think of his mommy.

Michael *stares*

Annie *stares back*

Instant respect.

Five *sighs* : "…You barely made it through medical school ? Why do under-qualified nurses always get hired in this hospital ?"

Annie Wilkes *smiles* : "Time for bed, young man."

Five *frowns* : "I am not a kid, you idiot."

Annie put sleeping pills in his whiskey.

[candiid-caniine]

Hey! Long time no see, i know i said id send you a fantasy i thought you'd like but now ive forgotten almost all of it, oop!

Life happened, and uh, i saw that you mentioned your libido being a bit low, which definitely is my case too (im recovering from depression, now that im okay id love to get my FULL libido back, or at least a good percentage of it) do you have any tips on that?

Also any recs of blogs writing in the same vibe as you? (same-ish kinks would be nice but im specifically looking for queer inclusive stuff!) it makes me 10x hornier than the regular video/photo porn!

Hope you're well, you pathetic little thing!

💫

hi friend!! ugh i feel you. sorry i haven't got any advice on regaining ur libido...we just let mine wax and wane as it will, though denial has been a big help in keeping it steady!

i've heard good things abt ginseng and some other herbs. obvs use at your own risk, mind that some herbal treatments can cross-interact with certain medications, remember that pre-packaged supplement pills are often unregulated and may contain toxins, and be aware that some herbal remedies work better on pw certain anatomy than others, and finally that many herbal remedies considered to increase libido are largely untested on trans folx!

finally, sorry it's taken so long to answer this ask...i'm autistic and have been cataloguing lol. i present to you a list of other blog recs under the cut, organized by general vibe! i've tried to primarily include blogs that do their own posts rather than those who primarily reblog :)

note that my headings may provide some context as to what to expect, but you read at your own risk and each blog will typically have its own trigger warnings addressed in the header/pinned. additionally, i've not tagged some of the ppl below because they prefer that "Men DNI" blogs not interact, and idk if "no cis men" qualifies ahah!

all blogs below are queer- and/or trans-inclusive, if not exclusive! there is no detrans/misgendering, at least I don't think - i don't tend to follow those blogs.

hard kinks (blood, knives, etc; includes primarily-cnc blogs):

@puppy-mommy , who also does general t4t kink content, but does state untagged hard kinks!

@visciousest is someone whose blog i scroll when i'm in a Certain Mood ahah,, i won't elaborate

@hell-hound-bites: just. fuck. would drool on his knife blade.

@snuff-fag: its username should give you fair warning as to how wild its content tends to get, so please browse responsibly.

@condor-bait is taking a break right now, and all my love is with him as he takes care of himself. he made me feel so valid and so fuckable as a young trans person learning to love myself in a new way, and i've always been too shy to tell him how much his content meant to me one-on-one (yes, despite its often-extreme themes!), and he deserves as much time as he needs to heal!

@unwillingfvckpuppy for mostly cnc and medical kinks! if you like his style, but not so much their harder content, he also has a more-tame main blog--i just mainly follow/scroll this one!

@vampvictim: top-tier cnc/intox stuff, plus some great knife/bloodplay :)

@cryptidtid is wonderful and holy shit i follow a lot of hard kink blogs lol. incredible

@cnc-pet: i have been following her for a long ass fucking time lol. they post a lot of really good cnc and stories, but you'll also find a lot of aftercare tips and advice on her blog! i really admire blogs who try to balance horny content with best practices

@dollobotomy

general kinky content:

@excessively-queer . just plain old good shit :) there's a good amt of edging and degradation.

@clouded-king was honestly one of my earlier introductions to the queer/t4t kink community on here and how fucking euphoric it can be :) he posts some hard kinks, but generally it's a balance of a lot of different kinks so read his pinned at your leisure!

@ / cottontailx : just good kinky nsft posts :)

@ / digitalpenetration: often specifically t4t which i love!!

@femmelovefemme can step on me :)

@bigothteddies: could not build this section w/o mentioning him :) they had a big influence on my fantasies for a long time!

@hazelj-xoxo: bigtime want her to cuck me. have followed her across multiple blog deletions lol

@transpidered is forever an icon!

@subspaceemo

@writefinch for great stories and text posts

edging and denial, specifically:

@6irlpet is 1 of my go-to hands-down-pants scroll sessions :)

@droolkink is my inspiration!

@flustersluts does exactly what the name implies lol. a good helping of other kink content too :)

@puppycvnt is a 10/10!

@barkwoofbarkwoofbark: we r denial friends imo!!

@strawbrrysub

@blyssful-abyss

@urhighnessbitch is a big fav <3

non-detrans genderplay:

@butchviolence does amazing butch supremacy stuff and i,,, fucking hell. even just seeing their username puts me in a Particular state of mind ahah. they also post hard kinks so be aware as you proceed!

@mtfdomme: i literally just reblogged from her today lol. tbh i want to be their little stupid pupthing. it's not all transfem supremacy undertones/overtones, but that's what i mainly follow her for, plus just general t4t goodness! also, their general personality? and the way she shuts down people who disrespect their boundaries? huge inspiration for me!

@cuntboydestroyer: take me to the animal shelter and neuter me. good lord.

@the-kind-of-dame is the main inspiration for my recent genderplay post lol

@terfbreaking-tgirl (be warned of dykebreaking if that's an issue for you)

@barbarian-lesbian is my other inspiration for the recent genderplay post

@superiorineveryway

weird asf (/complimentary; my favorite type of shit. robots, ND-focused posts, etc):

@specksizedgoddess has introduced me to things i didn't know, like...existed, and that's saying a lot as one of my special interests is kink! never knew how down bad i was to be a tiny buggirl, nor how much i wanted to be someone's stupid little robot... BIG tw tho: there is snuff and gore content here, so proceed with caution if you don't wanna see that!

@sapphling fucked me up real good with some bird!sub bondage posts awhile back lol

@nobelisha: found them through their ghost cnc post so that's why they're in this category ahah! they don't have a pinned so proceed w awareness :)

@devout-cleric: hierophilia/religion kink, and i'm something of an acolyte of hers :) if you've read this far down you may as well know i'm her Little Lamb anon lol

piss/omo:

@latenightomo

@pissheartmybeloved - their URL makes me crack up every time, plus good content!

@hold-it-a-little-longer - good scenarios/imagines!

@ohmyrashi - (i think) my original intro to omo!

monsterfucking/terato:

@septimus-moonlight was my first real introduction to trans-positive terato and i've never settled for half-fun cis-oriented terato ever since :) mind tags!

@eggedbellies as well!

@bredpun doesn't appear to be active lately but still good for a scroll!

@steamandcream

@of-mutts-and-men

[lizdonnelly]

bodyache

Pairing: Elizabeth Donnelly x f!reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, smut, a dash of mommy kink for good measure

Summary:

You said, you said "Turn the lights down, I wanna be alone" I read your head away I couldn't stand how it pleaded, I needed to take Take a break, take me down, take me down there I wanna stare at the tears, how they watered your years

Based on a request for f!reader reassuring a vulnerable Liz.

---

"Santa leave her in your stocking as an early Christmas present? Wouldn't necessarily say you qualify for the nice list, Elizabeth," Arthur Branch chuckled, motioning towards you with his glass.

You felt Liz's grasp tighten on your hand. From the corner of your eye, you could see her head tilt in the tell tale manner it did whenever she was preparing to unleash a verbal ass beating.

"Pleasure to meet you too, Counselman. Heard you're quite the saint, yourself," you piped up with a facetious smile. "Curious how your daughter is staying back in Georgia with her mother again this year. Can't imagine why. Airfare must be too expensive these days."

Lena Petrovsky snickered.

Figured. Corporate types loved when an outsider said what they all couldn't. You were thankful for the bits of gossip Liz fed you over your coffee dates, as it was easy to weaponize them in times like this.

Next to her, a taller woman shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She adjusted her narrow black frames and studied Liz, as if judging whether or not it was safe for her to laugh as well. Out of all the suits stuffed into the swanky bar that evening, she somehow looked the most out of place, ducking out of the way awkwardly whenever a waiter slid by.

"What's it you do again, Miss? Are you one of the ladies that takes my blood when they wheel you into the ER?" Arthur jabbed. "I thought you had to be at least 16 to get a job around here. Mercy General must've fallen on hard times."

Ah, the good ol' age joke and a sexist joke to boot. What a BOGO. You knew his back was against the wall now.

"Really now, Arthur," Lena said, rolling her eyes.

"No, he has a point. I often confuse phlebotomists and trauma surgeons," you said lightly. "I'm sure it was an honest mistake."

---

Later in the evening, you found yourself sat in a booth across from the leggy blonde.

Snowflakes were beginning to fall outside, flurries catching in the light of the streetlamps. The music in the bar had quieted down, replaced by the sounds of the Manhattan DA's office trading stories and looking for any opportunity to climb the corporate ladder.

Your attention, however, was caught by Liz. Typically bold and brash, she seemed to hang on the periphery of the crowd tonight, sandwiched next to Lena. She said very little.

"Don't beat yourself up, you should be proud of the way you handled Branch."

You turned to face the woman, whom you learned was named Alex.

"How do you do it?"

"What, deal with him? Lots of Ibuprofen. He's that way with everyone."

"No," you paused, gesturing to the crowd with a loose straw you picked up off the table. "All of this. This whole ecosystem. It'd drive me nuts."

"The type of people who get to this level fought to get here, fought for nights like this. It's why we put up with law school, all those pro bono service hours..." she trailed off. Alex picked at her salad. "Liz isn't any different."

"She can turn it off, though."

Alex's brow furrowed.

"What?"

"Sorry, I'm only used to the Liz Donnelly who breaks down the door to my office whenever she catches wind that my position on a case differs from hers."

You grinned, thinking about how her short, blonde locks bounced whenever she was marching around the brownstone in a tizzy over something that happened at work earlier in the day. It occurred to you that the cause of those occasional outbursts must've been the woman sat across from you.

"I'm glad she's found someone," Alex said softly. "For all the shit she gives me, I've heard she's had it rough in this business."

"What lawyer doesn't, besides the ones that scoot by on family ties?"

Alex bit at her bottom lip.

"I assume the past 30 or so years haven't been the kindest to women, let alone those that... go against the grain."

---

"Yo, you catch the babe in the dress over there? Heard she's the one 'doin' a Donnelly' now," the paralegal snorted. He adjusted his quarter zip with a swell of pride as the other young men around him laughed.

Something in the pit of Liz's stomach turned at the phrase that still circulated around the halls of the DA's office.

She feigned interest in whatever Lena was rattling on about next to her. Gardening, her English bulldog Petunia, the new developmental milestone her grandson had hit a startlingly early age. Take your pick. None of it mattered.

"What's a chick like that doing with Donnelly? There's gotta be a good 20 year difference between them, at least," another one chided. "In it for the cash?"

"God, you couldn't pay me to deal with all that feminist, liberal bullshit."

"I think you're safe, man. Everyone knows that cougar's not coming after you," the other snickered.

Liz snapped her head around. Lena paused.

"Elizabeth?"

"Have a good night, Lena. I have to go make a call."

Liz slipped through the crowd towards you, leaving the judge confused, but altogether indifferent.

---

The ride back to the brownstone was unusually silent.

Typically, the drive back from one of her work events consisted of Liz recounting how "that motherfucker was saying an awful lot for a man who cheats on his wife with his clerk", or how "that public defender at the bar is the one I told you about who keeps getting hit by her repeat offenders". They were boisterous little getaways from reality that you loved sharing with her, thankful for a glimpse into what her world really held.

Not so much this time.

Liz's arm was limp around your shoulder, and as you studied her face, you noticed her wide brown eyes preoccupied with watching the moon from outside the town car.

It hung high above the city, fat and pale.

Snow crunched underneath the tires.

You squeezed her hand.

She gave you a half-smile, a million miles away.

---

Once inside, Liz flicked the lock on the door, took off her coat, and retreated into the depths of the hallway that led to her home office.

Your eyebrows rose.

Although there hadn't been any fighting you'd witnessed break out at the bar, something must've transpired. It was unlike Liz not to be pressing you into the wall, eager to shuck your dress off as soon as you both made it back. Stranger still, the attorney was rarely one of few words.

Badgering her to open up didn't strike you as a method that'd be successful. Years of learning how to maneuver through conversations with resistant patients throughout medical school and, more recently, residency had taught you better. Elizabeth Donnelly would be yet another test to your bedside manner, you thought as you padded up the stairs.

So be it.

When you reached Liz's bedroom, you headed straight for the bathroom, collecting some of the tea candles you'd brought over a few weeks earlier. Soon, they littered the surfaces of the end tables on either side of the prosecutor's bed and along the ledge next to the tub. After lighting each of them, you rifled through the drawer she had started letting you keep your clothes in.

You searched with the aid of the wavering flames of the tea lights until you felt terrycloth slide through your fingers. Your bathrobe. Liz would have a black silk one somewhere in her closet, which proved easier to find in the dim light than you thought it would.

Off came your dress. You missed the feeling of Liz pressing up against your back, her breath heavy against the back of your neck as you heard your zipper come undone. As you discarded your bra on the floor along with your panties, you felt yourself ache for the way she'd slide her hands around your back to cup and massage your breasts.

You steeled yourself.

No matter how much you missed her touch, you wouldn't be feeling it until Liz crossed whatever bridge she was stuck on.

You folded her robe neatly at the end of the bed, and headed into the bathroom to draw a bath.

---

Liz sat in front of her computer, scrolling aimlessly through a redlined document that wouldn't matter until the following week. Her eyes scanned the paragraphs, watching the words slide off the screen.

Anything to keep her mind off the feeling in the pit of her stomach would be a welcomed distraction, even if it meant numbing herself to her surroundings.

The ghosts of the voices from the douchebags at the bar whispered at the edges of her consciousness. She pinched the bridge of her nose. Fuck.

"Honey?"

Liz opened her eyes. The words on the screen blurred together into a tangle of symbols.

You reached over, thumb swiping at the power button on the monitor.

Liz felt her office chair spin.

She looked up at you, mascara and eyeliner smudged. Her eyes were bloodshot.

"Come on," you said softly, gently taking hold of her hands. "Let's get you upstairs."

"I'm not in the mood tonight, sweetheart, I'm sorry..." she trailed off. Her voice was hollow. Worry grew in the back of your mind when you noticed she couldn't hold your gaze.

"I know. I'm not expecting anything. I think you need to wash up. It's getting pretty late," you said slowly.

Liz withdrew a hand to wipe at her eye, nodding.

---

You led her upstairs, grounding yourself mentally once more when she was quiet at the sight of the candles.

Wordlessly, you handed her the silk robe, and began easing her arms out of her blazer. You could tell she was confused, but she didn't resist.

"Thank you," Liz muttered.

You pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. She shuddered.

Confidence growing, you pressed your palms against her shoulders, and walked her into the bathroom where the tub waited.

"You're an angel, really," she sighed. "I don't know why you put up with someone like me."

That was it.

"Someone like you?" you played along, watching closely as she slid into the warm water with you. You moved to sit behind her. Had she been herself, you knew she'd fight you on that, but here and now she allowed you to wrap yourself around her back and pull her into your arms as you shifted up against the wall of the tub.

She sniffled.

You ran a warm, wet hand through her hair. Liz leaned into your touch.

"Someone my age."

"When has that ever been something I said I didn't care for?" you asked without any edge to your voice. You pressed your thumbs into the muscles that lined her shoulder blades now, massaging at the tension you felt rippling under her skin.

"Doesn't mean you couldn't be thinking it."

You laid your forehead against the back of her head.

"Liz, you're better with words than I am. I know there's nothing I can say to prove to you that I really don't care about that."

She hummed as you rolled your hands over her shoulders.

"Well, your tactfulness is proving exactly why they all loved you tonight."

"You know how honored it makes me feel that Arthur Branch likes me, my entire night hinged on winning him over," you teased.

Liz's body trembled slightly in your arms as she laughed at this.

"He's a jackass, Liz. I don't care if he or the judge thinks I'm too young."

"I know," she said, her voice quieting again. "It's just that...seeing you light up the room does make me wonder."

Instead of responding, you leaned down to press a kiss to either of her shoulders, allowing her space to finally speak her thoughts.

"There was a group of boys eyeing you up while I was talking to Lena."

"A group of twentysomething year-old Vineyard Vines proto-lawyers, wow. Just about the only thing more enticing than talking to Branch," you snorted. You could tell Liz smiled to herself at that.

"We have those types at the hospital. It's funny, there's a lot of crossover between your world and mine. Well, in terms of the undesirables."

"That why you're not with some other hotshot young doctor?"

She stiffened. You planted featherlight kisses across her jaw.

"I like my food well-seasoned, so to speak. And female, at that."

"You like your food 'female'?" Liz snickered. She still kept her eyes shut. You could tell that although a few bricks had been removed, the wall she built around herself still remained.

"Hey, I told you you're the one who's good with words here," you giggled. "But I know a better way to show you what I mean."

---

You led Liz, legs hot and leaden with exhaustion, to the bed.

Knowing that she wouldn't cooperate with being pushed onto her back, even in the state she was in, you patted the edge of the bed.

She acquiesed.

You leaned down, cupping her cheek. Her lips met yours hesitantly. You pressed deeper, teeth tugging at her bottom lip before you dropped to your knees.

Liz's breathing grew heavier. You trailed kisses down her chest, stopping to pop one of her nipples into your mouth. She moaned at this. Soon, her fingers wound their way into your hair. You move to suckle at the other nipple, watching as she pivoted to help ease it into your mouth.

"Mmmph..." you groaned, mouth full of her.

She kissed at your forehead.

With a wet pop, you released her nipple from your mouth, trails of saliva dribbling down her chest and your chin as you continued your way down, peppering her body with open-mouthed smooches. Feeling her shudder and groan caused the ache that throbbed between your legs to grow.

"Goddamn," Liz swore from up above you as you began lapping at the wetness you were glad to find between her legs like a kitten before a warm bowl of milk. You moved to let her drench your face, never able to get as close as you wanted to be to her. Your nose rubbed at her clit, which in turn led her to tighten her grip on the back of her head.

You looked up between her folds to find her staring down at you fondly behind heavily lidded eyes.

Getting closer.

Not looking away, you moved to wrap your lips around her clit, tongue stroking along the length of it.

"That's it, sweetheart," she panted now.

You tongued and sucked at her eagerly, pressing into the hips she began to roll against your face, until you felt her body freeze as her orgasm rippled over her. You moaned, moving to lap up as much of her as you could.

Rising to your feet, you wiped at your mouth with the back of your hand and smiled.

"Well-seasoned, told you," you teased, chest rising and falling.

Something shifted in her gaze, and the attorney tilted her head towards the bed.

"Lay back."

You listened.

Soon, you fixed your eyes to the ceiling, head comfortable on the pillow you knew she preferred sleeping on. The waning flames from the candles danced along the walls, the smell of sandalwood and lavender from the tub still heavy in the air.

She nudged between your legs, moving to climb atop you.

A wave of anxiety floated across your mind, almost as if you were making love for the first time all over again. It was something in the way she regarded you. Tenderly, hesitantly. So unlike what people knew her to be.

You steadied your breathing as she leaned down to kiss you. Surprisingly, her tongue slid readily into your mouth. You felt her begin to stroke at your nipples. You reached up, pulling her head closer to you to deepen the kiss, your thirst for her mouth all over yours something she hadn't quenched.

She pulled back, smiling at your sounds of protest.

"Greedy," Liz teased.

"I can't help it," you groaned from beneath her. "I want more of you. All of you."

One of her fingers busied itself between your folds now.

"All of me?" she countered. "You don't want some young gun bedding you?"

At this, she slid it inside of you, slowly beginning to pump. For as much as you were trying, you felt your grasp on what remained of your patience slip.

"Lizzie, come on..."

"And what?"

You groaned, feet running up and down the sheets. Her movements were maddeningly slow, never quite full enough, deep enough. She knew this.

"Fuck me. Hard. Claim me like I know you want to," you panted.

Liz shifted.

You gasped as you felt her lift your legs up onto her shoulders. It was nothing, though, like the way your brain spiraled like the suds around the drain when you felt her run the tip of her strap along the edge of your hole.

Liz leaned forward, pinning her hands to your wrists and pressing them into the mattress. She bucked her hips forward, and a moan escaped your lips as she filled you.

The attorney thrust in and out of you with a ferocity you hadn't felt from her yet, let alone from anyone, despite how hot-blooded she had been with you in the past. Not allowing either of you a chance to catch your breath, hers came in hot, ragged puffs over your face. You couldn't break away from her gaze, which poured over you with an intensity edged with a certain sense of resolve.

She needed this. Needed to know you were hers to hold, hers to bed.

With each stroke, she nailed at that spot inside you that melted your brain, deep and heavy. There'd surely be bruises in the morning, but you weren't able to think that far ahead anymore.

"I'm the only one..." she huffed, "the only one who gets to do this to you."

Your heart thumped between your ribs, threatening to snap them apart and claw its way out of your open chest.

"Say it."

You could barely hear her above you.

"Say it for me, darling," Liz repeated, appearing to be riding close to her own orgasm as well, no doubt from the way the base of her strap was rubbing against her.

You squeezed your eyes shut. Blood thumped in your ears.

"Fuck...please, mommy...please...Iet me cum..."

Your heart dropped as you felt her studder in her motions. Eyes snapping open, you realized those words you whined weren't kept within the confines of your own head.

"Oh god, Liz, I'm so sorry, I-"

Something behind Liz's eyes darkened.

She covered your body with hers, tongue cutting you off as she roughly bucked once, twice, three more times to send you both careening into the waves of pleasure that erupted across each of you. She bit at your lip hard, drawing blood. You groaned. Hands groped across sweaty expanses of flesh, unable to grasp enough.

When you finally parted, the fog had cleared.

The prosecutor's shoulders were set firmly. Though her chest still rose and fell, the look in her eyes was wholly her again, albeit with a certain eagerness blooming within their depths.

"Don't apologize for that. Ever."

A weary grin spread across your face.

Relief, sweet relief.

Your heart bounded happily. She picked up one of your hands, kissing each knuckle.

"Satisfied?" you asked, shifting to slide beneath the sheets.

She patted your thigh.

"More than you know."

[bitchy-peachy]

Ramblings of "I Don't Agree With Your 'Lifestyle' But I Still Want To Be Friends"

The more I don't want to talk to a certain demographic, the more hellbent they seem to be all up in my social spaces.

Are you into humiliation? Are you that desperate to talk to someone that you pick arguments with the other side for social interaction and then have the audacity to ask, "Why can't we be friends?"

Some of Trump's people have a weird way of making friends. You seriously want someone like me, that hates your guts and now sees you as a danger to my life and the lives of others, to be your friend after you voted to hurt people like me? I've been tagged and followed by weird ass blogs that want to act like regular mutuals when they're disgusting cheese puff cultists.

Can't you stick to your fellow pure white christians and leave people like me alone?

You "disagree" with my  existence and are stupid enough to say "Me disagreeing with your entire life doesn't mean I want you dead."

Actually yes it does. You view my personal life and even ethnicity as something sexual and kinky, but yet you vote to make my existence illegal.

I'm a porn trope for insipid boring people raised in echo chambers. An exotic gothic mommy with an accent and weird beliefs that makes me "interesting". I have a lot of friends similar to me in likes and style and we've always noticed the sick fascination these fascist fucks have for us.

We're a novelty. It's sorta like what a friend told me once.

"They love our food on Taco Tuesday but on Wednesday they're calling ICE once they've got the recipe they plan on gentrifying."

These fuckers even lie about who they voted for to get into relationships with us. All the more reason to alienate your asses. You know we don't like you and still want to be there.

You don't have to be included in everything. I've seen some assholes even say that an interracial relationship isn't really interracial if there's no white person involved. You guys really showed us your thirst to be included in everything by how you called Obama, a mixed Black/White man, Black, while saying that Harris, an Indian/Black woman, wasn't really Black.

You even ignored how qualified she was to call her a DEI hire. She was way too good to be your president. I said it. TOO GOOD to be your president.

You completely disregarded the fact she was mixed because she didn't have a white parent, but 2 POC as parents. Your side used whiteness to determine her race.

Okay, I'll leave that there but I get really intense like this as a mixed woman of ambiguous features that gets confused with multiple ethnic groups frequently...

Some of you want to destroy us, view us as pornographic, entertainment and exotic beings like a freaking zoo. Everything we do is somehow done to turn you on and entertain you in your messed up mindset.

(and I'm not attacking all white people with this. I'm only attacking the willfully ignorant af ones that refuse to learn how fucked up they are. I've explained this issue many times before and they still want to fuck up so bad and impose their presence on us as if we're obligated to accept them. Apparently they are the only ones allowed to tell us they don't believe we should exist)

Maga are the type to want to go to a drag queens show to have a good laugh at a performance while... Not seeing the performers as real people with lives beyond your temporary entertainment.

My first spouse was a drag queen. Yes, it's not that big a secret. He was my spouse but worked in drag. I witnessed both sides of a coin during my 6 years of marriage to him.

As a man during the day he was respected and even feared (he was very fit and tall) but as his drag persona, she was beautiful and full of so much charisma that everyone had to simply stop to stare at her... While she was also sexually harassed and touched without permission. Her feminine appearance drew in disgusting people that didn't see her as having a right to her personal space.

Although we had our own set of problems, my ex always fought for women and protecting them because of his own experiences. He had been abused as a child as well by people that want to assault "femininity" since he had been a "pretty child".

One man even stalked my spouse and I had to pick him up from work.

I know people are probably shocked that a drag queen would marry a woman but... We are both bisexuals and found comfort in each other. It didn't matter to us that we were "odd". To us that "oddness" was normal.

The reason why I bring this up is cos the people that harassed my spouse and felt entitled to her body while in her fem appearance where people that were considered pillars of religious communities and it recent times have publicly supported Trump as a "true christian".

See what I'm getting at here. A lot of people on your side have being seeing us as undeserving of our protected physical space. Consent is seen as a dirty word and "woke" to a lot of you.

You're even having a hard time respecting consent when people tell you they don't want you in their lives for voting Trump.

"You like looking at us. Laughing at our jokes, yet if you had a chance you'd lie about us and want us dead."

You want them to entertain you but call them "groomers" and child molesters.

I've got a friend of mine that's gay and the amount of shitty braindead right wing comments he gets of, "I don't agree with your "lifestyle choices" but you're funny so I like you as a person-"

Do you fucks even listen to yourselves? I bet you think it's bad to refuse service to a christian nationalist but go outta your way to justify spitting on a potential customer for being lgbt+.

I've always played around with the idea of using my "beliefs" to completely scorn your ilk. I can say, "I don't hate you even though I disagree with your lifestyle choices," whenever religion or politics come up.

A lot of you think only your religion and beliefs are the ones to be respected. I'm a bruja in my community. Half of my family is. It's part of our culture and there's christians wanting to be friends with the "spooky bitches" that would be burned at the stake or forced into their colonizing religion if they had their way.

Last time I went to a wedding of two of my fave besties some straight guy that was invited made disgusting jokes about joining them in their honeymoon for "real sex". He was drunk, duh, but he went further by obnoxiously saying he was "living every man's dream" by being in a lesbian wedding.

He used alcohol as an excuse and even cried when getting kicked out... But a drunken man's ramblings are a sober man's truth.

Umm, lesbians are not interested in your dicks. They want other women. They're not doing this for your entertainment. This is why I say... We can never be friends with people like you that see our lives as something to get off on. You don't even see us as human and these election results further cements that along with the fact that you can't seem to respect boundaries set by others.

As soon as someone says they don't want Trumpers in their blog for literally voting to fuck up their rights to live peacefully ... A Trumper interacts starting a boohoo argument.

If they don't want you, they don't want you. You don't have to be included in everything, especially when you voted to exclude people like us . You've clearly drawn a divisive line in the sand with your vote and seem to be refusing to see how you utterly fucked up.

Even disabilities are fetishized and seen as insignificant ffs. Like "I get off on this but I think you don't deserve ACA for this disability I sexualized".

These things are what has made me realize that we don't have to accept you. In fact I find it annoying that people assume that we have to be "tolerant" when we should have been far from tolerant. Your side has been the ones that have voted for years to strip us of rights to even our money. Yes, social security, that we paid for, is getting cut cos republicans are such assholes that see the money we earned as a privilege.

It isn't just people like me that are in danger due to others voting without doing proper research. If you planned retirement, you'll have to wait till your 70s now, ACA and Obamacare are the same thing and the amount of people blindly celebrating getting rid of "Obamacare" while keeping "ACA" is sad. My neighbors fell for it and voted Trump. One of them has cancer. They're white and old, but have cancer and voted Trump. I heard the wife literally crying for awhile after another neighbor told her exactly what she voted for.

Her treatment... She voted against it. Their kids don't want them cos of how hateful they are and these people are gonna lose all medical aid and get their SS cheques cut.

All because they voted stupidly. Wanting cheaper groceries and "hurting the woke agenda" really has you getting FAFO.

But this isn't our lesson to learn. Its your lesson to learn. It frankly pisses me off that we're dragged along for the ride of your own karmic fuck up. We knew what was at stake while you didn't even bother yourself to think of the repercussions coming from your votes.

This is is no longer a difference of opinion but proof to show how selfish and with fake morals you truly are.

This is why we can't be friends. This is why we don't want to be friends.

Us distancing ourselves is about as much respect as we will show cos it's obvious you hate us so much you'll hurt yourself for it.

I need to stop posting essays, lol. But I hope someone that isn't offended easily but is willing to learn can finally see the whole picture and understand why we're feeling this way. I would consider making a series to show our perspective and to educate the already present ignorant stereotypes but I couldn't be assed to do it.

I mainly write for my own selfish reasons. To vent my inner thoughts and find others like me so we can build community among our peers.

If you attack my post, I don't care. I said my piece. If you want a proper conversation because you really want to understand... I don't know if I have the patience for it but I'm sure you'll find someone else that will...

Going back to my horror marathons.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Three More Heartbeats

First Babies of Private Garden Instagram AU/Fic

Liked by danivalentine, saweetie, softtcurse, fashionbylunaaa, neelamthadhani, 2forwoyne, shloob_, claybornharlow, dualipa, and 15,930,771 others

y/ninsta and jackharlow: blessed with not only one more heartbeat to love, but three.

mommy and daddy can't wait to meet you 🥺💕

normani: MY JAW IS ON THE FUCKING FLOOR! I CALLED IT! I SAID YOU WERE GOING TO HAVE TRIPLETS!

jackharlow: normani and she won't let me forget she's carrying three either 😭

saweetie: we can finally say something! AUNTIE SAWEETIE REPORTING FOR DUTY

jackharlow: saweetie and no you CANNOT get them grills for their first birthday

saweetie: jackharlow WHY NOT?!

jackharlow: saweetie 😐

jackandy/naremyparents: I FUCKING KNEW IT! MY BABIES ARE HAVING THREE BABIES 😭

urbandjack24: BRB CRYINGGGGGGGGGGG

dualipa: can't wait for them to meet their stepmommy! but all jokes aside, so incredibly happy for the two of you. you're going to be amazing parents. love you both so so much!

jackharlow: dualipa I'm ignoring the first part of your comment but don't think for a second that I won't use my blow torch, but we love you too. I guess.

danivalentine: can we talk about how I was the first one to notice she was pregnant and made her take a test? lol definitely wasn't expecting three though!

jackharlow: danivalentine older siblings know best!

claybornharlow: jackharlow not mine

jackharlow: claybornharlow don't come over for dinner later

druski2funny: Uncle Druski is ready to babysit!

lilnasx: druski2funny you need one yourself, they ain't trusting you with three newborns!

druski2funny: lilnasx and what makes you so qualified?!

lilnasx: druski2funny I have my childcare license

privategarden: our favorite couple is finally becoming parents!

jackharlow: privategarden and many more to follow!

y/ninsta: jackharlow watch yourself you little overachiever! next thing I know we'll literally be having eight children running around here

jackharlow: y/ninsta would that really be a bad thing?

y/ninsta: jackharlow for my vagina, yes 🙄

urbanwyatt: THE FIRST BABIES OF PRIVATE GARDEN!!!! I'M THE GODFATHER AND I HAVE HAD THIS POSITION FOR 8 YEARS AND IT'S FINALLY HAPPENINGGGGGGG 😭😭😭😭

allthingy/n: how much you wanna bet urbanwyatt cried when he found out? 😭😭😭😭😭

urbanwyatt: alltthingy/n I did, but not in front of them lol

softtcurse: Aunty Curse 4 lifeeeeeeee

theestallion: don't be surprised if you start to get packages from me on the daily for my three little angels!

claybornharlow: thank you for carrying our child. I'm excited to be a dad

jackharlow: claybornharlow square the fuck up NEOW

claybornharlow: jackharlow one day you'll let me live in my truth in peace

jackharlow: claybornharlow I'm kicking your ass

2forwoyne: not me up here with my damn eyes watering. they grow up so fast.

quiiso: still remember when jackharlow first laid eyes on y/ninsta and we all CALLED IT!

neelamthadhani: okay so even though I've known for some time, I'm still about to cry. the two of you are going to be amazing parents.

lilnasx: NOT MY PARENTS HAVING ANOTHER SET OF CHILDREN 😭😭😭😭😭

yungskylark: and she's already making us go on late night food runs for her. she has literally put us in rotation. jack has to go every time, but has to take one of us along so he doesn't forget anything lol

urbanwyatt: yungskylark because one time he forgot her ice cream and all hell broke loose in the Harlow household so of course her ass literally has us on a buddy system smh

y/ninsta: and it's obviously working too

shloob_: can we talk about how she was full blown crying yesterday because chipotle was closed and jackharlow was doing his best to console her? I thought we were all going to die 😭

jackharlow: shloob_ I thought she was going to make me sleep outside. not the couch, but outside because I'm the manager of chipotle and decided it was best to close early smh

y/ninsta: jackharlow you can still sleep outside

jackharlow: y/ninsta baby, you weren't supposed to see that

y/ninsta: jackharlow too late

sza: wait a minute, can we talk about urbanwyatt's photography skills because we already know that it was him who did the photoshoot

urbanwyatt: sza I would have hid her prenatal vitamins and her current obsession of hot pickles if she had asked someone else. got me fucked up 😤

saweetie: NOT THE PRENATAL VITAMINS! 😭

urbanwyatt: I took pictures with her by herself and with her and jackharlow but they wanted to keep those for themselves 🥰

urbanwyatt: oh and I'm in some photos too. jackharlow was NOT happy about that, but y/ninsta insisted lmaooooo

yungskylark: urbanwyatt at this point, they're yours too lmaooo

urbanwyattsource: I thought it was really sweet to find out urbanwyatt wouldn't accept money from jackharlow and y/ninsta for doing this photoshoot for them, but they did anyway and gave him triple the amount (for each kid?) bestie goals 😭

y/ninsta: I don't think yall understand when I say that urbanwyatt is literally our best friend and he would do anything for us. we always want to return the favor. love you urby 🥰

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 urbanwyatt: y/ninsta jackharlow thank you two for trusting me to bring your ideas to life

maggieharlow: so excited to be a grandmother to not only one baby, but three! jackharlow if you stress my daughter out and she tells me, expect me on your doorstep, no matter what time of the day or night it is

y/ninsta: maggieharlow thank you mom! jackharlow: maggieharlow just throw your biological child to the woods I see smh

jackharlowsource: girls? boys? both? do we know yet?!?!

y/ninsta: jackharlowsource danivalentine is the only one that knows

urbanwyattsource: Jack is going to lose his shit if it's three girls, that's almost halfway to eight

jackharlowsource: urbanwyattsource they are going to be so spoiled and especially if they look like y/ninsta, he can never tell her no lmaoooo they are going to run that household and jack is just going to be living in it

---

"Boo bear?" You called out to Jack who was laying next to you and trying to stay awake for the movie that you two were watching.

"Yes, baby girl? You okay?"

"I want to leave the house, I'm tired of being stuck in here."

"You do leave the house, baby. You go to your doctor's appointments."

"Not the same, and you know it. I'm tired of hiding this pregnancy." You said while pouting and crossing your arms.

"Now are you absolutely sure? Because obviously once it's out, we can't take it back."

"No shit." You muttered as you rolled your eyes.

"Baby, quit it."

"But I AM SO BORED! All you do is feed me healthy shit and watch movies with me and make me exercise which is getting harder for me to do because I can't even see if my feet are attached to my body anymore. I need to leaveeeeee."

"They're attached, I promise. But if this is what you want to do, then okay." Jack said while shrugging but you could tell that he wasn't on board with the idea at all. 

"Really?!" You asked while turning to your right side to look at him.

"Yes, if this is what my wifey wants. I just have to be ten times more protective of you." You simply eyed him because you could tell deep down that he didn't want you to do it. 

"You do that now. You barely let me out of your sight. I'm lucky if you let me pee by myself."

"Do you blame me? We went from having a miscarriage to having not one, but three babies so excuse me if I'm a little protective, but one thing I'm not going to do for damn sure is apologize for it. You're my priority and you know that."

"I know, I understand why. I'm just miserable sometimes. I can't sleep properly and when I actually do, it's never for long periods of time. Might as well go outside."

All Jack did was sigh and look at you.

"You don't want me to post it do you?" You asked and you just looked down at your hands. You couldn't help it, but you started to cry.

"Oh fuck, baby don't cry! Okay, okay we'll post it! You don't have to cry, I didn't mean to upset you!"

"I JUST WANT THIS ONE THING, WHY WON'T YOU LET ME HAVE IT?!"

Just then you heard Urban's footsteps and assumed he had heard you crying and knew that Jack was about to get yelled at.

"JACK! WHY IS SHE CRYING?! WHAT DID YOUR ASS DO?!"

"HE WON'T LET ME POST MY PREGNANCY PICTURES ON INSTAGRAM!" You replied as you continued to wail.

"Um, well......" Urban started to say and then scratched the back of his neck.

"Well, what?! You agree with him?!" You asked as you found a tissue to wipe your face.

"We're just protective of you. All of us are, but you knew that already. If you do this, you know if you leave the house, you can't go anywhere by yourself. Even if it's to the damn mailbox."

"BUT URBYYYY!"

"Nope. I'm siding with your husband on this one."

“But….” You continued to cry and eventually they both agreed to let you do it.

“Look, if we do this, after we post it you still can’t go anywhere for a few days.” Jack said while sighing even though he was still uneasy about the whole thing. 

“Okay, fine. Oooohhh I want to go to wing stop first!”

“Out of all of the places that we can possibly go, that’s your choice?” Jack asked as Urban smacked him in the back of the head and you started to pout. 

“OW! SHIT!”

“Let the pregnant lady decide what she wants to do with her new found freedom. I’ll take you since your husband is being an ass.”

“HEY! No I’m not! I just want to make sure that’s what she really wants.”

“OOOHHHH BABE! THEY JUST RELEASED A NEW BIRKIN!” You said while shoving your phone into Jack’s face to show him.

“NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! YOU LITERALLY HAVE ALMOST 20 OF THEM!”

“That’s it, I’m calling Maggie.” You responded while opening your contacts on your phone and Jack just about damn near tackled you to get the phone away from you.

“WAIT! WHAT COLOR?!”

“Light blue please.” You said while smiling up at him and all he did was roll his eyes.

“Spoiled as shit, I swear.”

“No I’m not, I’m just well taken care of. There’s a difference.”

“There is? Enlighten me please.” Jack said while handing you his credit card so that you could order what you wanted. Since he handed it to you, that was an invitation for you to get anything that you wanted so you added three more Birkins to the cart.

“You take really good care of me and get me what I want.”

“That’s… that’s the definition of spoil…… BABY WHY IS MY TOTAL $10,000 DOLLARS?!”

“Huh?” You asked while looking to Urban for help who acted as if he didn’t know what was going on. 

“If you can huh, you can hear Mrs. Harlow!”

“I just wanted the girls to have matching ones! You know if they are girls that is!”

“Well, we already know how the four of you will gang up on me in order to get what you want.”

“We will do no such thing!”

All Jack did was eye you as Urban laughed. 

“Oh! What pictures should I post?”

“It would be none if it was left up to me, but you can post one and one only. That way the other ones are something special just for us.”

“The Harlows are about to break the internet, just watch.”

“And Normani can finally say that she was right the entire time.”

“Right about what?”

“She was the one who said that we would have triplets.”

After you and Jack agreed on which picture to post as your announcement to the world about your pregnancy, you logged out of instagram after finishing the movie and went downstairs in order to make some chicken alfredo pasta since you had been craving it.

The pasta was on the top shelf of the cabinet and you didn’t know where Jack or Urban was so you moved the chair so you could step up and reach it when you heard Jack yell from behind you.

“If you put one damn toe on that chair! Baby, you better not!”

“Oops.”

“Caught red handed! Why didn’t you call me to come help you?!”

“I can still do some things on my own without your help! I’m just pregnant!”

All Jack did was cross his arms and stare at you.

“Can you get me the pasta noodles, please?” You said in a small voice and Jack reached up to get them with no problem.

“You know all my therapy sessions are now centered around you and how you have me fearing for your life on a daily basis because you don’t ask for help. Baby, you have got to stop doing that. I know that’s what you're used to, but you can’t do that right now. Now what if you would have fallen and then what? You could have hit your head or anything could have happened.”

“I… just.. I feel like a burden sometimes.” You confessed while starting to boil the water for the noodles. You had your back turned to Jack so he couldn’t see how your eyes started to water. 

“What?! Why would you EVER think that? Baby, look at me. You are literally carrying three of my big headed children. You know I would do anything for you no matter how big or small and even if you weren’t pregnant, that’s not going to change. You know you’re my priority and you come first.”

“I know… I just feel helpless sometimes. I hate asking you for things that I used to be able to do on my own.”

“And you will soon get back to being able to do it on your own. Just not right now, okay?”

“Okay.” You quietly said as Jack leaned down to give you several kisses which you eagerly accepted and pulled him into a hug. 

“I love you and I only want to keep you safe.”

“I love you too and I know.” You said while hugging him tighter.

Just then Jack’s phone went off indicating a text from the group chat that you were both in from 2fo.

2fo- I think the two of you just broke the internet. Instagram is down AND twitter crashed ever since you two announced it two hours ago, I think TikTok might be next lmaoooo

“Baby, Urban called it.”

“What happened?”

“2fo said he thinks we broke the internet. Instagram and Twitter aren’t working and haven’t been for the last two hours.”

“Well, did you expect anything less? I make pregnancy look good.”

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[ifuckingloveryoshu]

Hey im so sorry. My roommate has cursed me with this question and i think you are qualified to answer it.

Is ryoshu a milf?

Most Truthful Answer: We'll find out in her Canto. We don't know yet, there's lots of references to raising kids within her mirror worlds (Cheif Butler and Lobotomy Corp) and any mention of family catching her attention. (Politly, don't tell me shit about the most recent Canto. I know she said something there, I saw the interaction with Gregor, nothing else. Zip it. ) but that is not absolute confirmation yet. Theories range from her being the mother, the daughter, the Emperor of Horikawa, or all three at once. That last ones not my theory though so its not mine to tell. All are valid. We don't know if she's a MILF yet.

My Personal Headcanons: Absolutely, but she acts so unlike it unless the subject is brought up. Im biased. I don't know how MILFs operate. Enlightenment would be nice. In my books, if she was a mother, she qualifies as a MILF. She doesn't have to do anything else. You raise a kid, your a MILF. M is for mother and idk what the other letters mean. Debatably, Outis is more MILF if she's Odysseus, a serial cheater, and does in fact have a family to come back to. Virgilius is the second closest to MILF on that bus.

Thank you for the question! Please tell your roommate that their question was nice. Anyone else can weigh in if they'd like.

Under the cut is me rambling unimportant stuff. Descriptive Nsfw, Veiw At Own Discretion

My brain is weird about Ryoshu and I overthink her niche in my life. I've accepted that my obsession with her is strange in the way my approach remains inconsistent? The sheer act of calling her milf makes me feel strange. I love her in many ways and I am ashamed of that because it's difficult to love in a healthy way.

Ive rotted my brain so milf is forever lewded, and thinking lewdly about Ryoshu is a mixed bag. So by default, I don't think Ryoshu is a milf if your definition of milf is mommy curvaceous plump ass tight lips bimbo, child rearing hips, because that's now how she is. If the parameters for milf = Soft spoken dommy mommy, she is absolutely not a milf. To make it clear, Im not accusing anyone of this, these are my thoughts, I just don't like when Limbus Company characters are mischaracterized, Ryoshu esspecially. Yet, I also acknowledge that I do mischaracterize her myself because of my own biases and Ill repeat that over and over.

I should go to bed before I type more stupid shit.

[thewriteroflucifenia]

Ideas from the Fanfiction Nursery

The Domestic Battles of Juri Han

Juri dealing with domestic bullshit in the most chaotic way possible.

Set in the same continuity of The Spider and the Bee, but during her relationship with Crimson Viper.

Juri Fights the HOA - Crimson's neighborhood has a really shitty HOA and Juri decides to fight the power by throwing a massive party where she and the other fed up neighbors rev their engines, play loud music, and paint their fences garish colors. She also vandalizes the HOA leader's fence and car, giving them pink and blue cheetah print. This all started because they started giving them fines over the pride flag on the porch, then Juri's bike, then the trash, then the length of the grass, and Juri isn't patient enough for malicious compliance.

Juri Fights the School Board - Juri doesn't approve of the School Board's ruling on local book bans and decides to be a menace about it.

Juri Fights River Creek Methodist Church- Crimson is trying to kiss up to her boss by going to the same church as him, and it would really help if Lauren would get baptized for her, but Lauren gets cold feet so Juri decides to step in and pretend to have a religious epiphany for the sake of her girlfriend's promotion. The baptism is held in the pool of a neighborhood full of mansions and is decorated with fancy statues and waterfalls. The line "Lauren, Mommy needs you to suck it up, talk about Jesus, and go get dunked in that bougie pool by the preacher" gets said.

Juri Fights the County

Juri Fights the Manager of a Local Hardware Store

Working Title - Why you shouldn't kidnap Cammy's family members

Set before SF2 when Cammy's 18. She's living with her new, adoptive family, got literally no idea where she spawned from other than vaguely in Eastern Europe, and she's just kinda training for her career working for her adoptive father.

She and George are stuck slumming it at the house while everyone else is on a mission they ain't qualified for.

Cammy's bummed her family is away during the anniversary of her adoption, with the exception of George Ginzu, who's like "we should go do something fun in town"

Famous last words, he gets abducted by Shadaloo. Cammy's fucking pissed.

She's playing Rambo now. She tracks their asses down to break out her little brother and give everyone hell.

The Dolls recognize her and become horrified that she's alive, but not responding to her own name or recognizing them. It's like she's been brainwashed or something!

Juri is mad Akuma gets to Bison before she does, proceeds to sulk all the way to SF4.

Rather depressing oneshot about Decapre mourning Cammy after her "death" between Alpha 3 and SF2.

I kinda just want an excuse to write backstories I came up with for minor characters like the Dolls, Lauren, and Delta Red.

Why Marz was so willing to yeet herself to death

She fell in love with Rashid's friend, friend got the ax, now she's decided to be a Sister Repentia and just fucking die.

Rashid's friend is rewritten to be his sister

She and Marz were both massive Warhammer nerds and decide they'll meet again in space.

Marz imagines herself and all her loved ones as Sisters of Battle and Space Marines watching the Imperium crumble before she flatlines and she smiles.

Fuck yeah, she gonna play Orks in the next life.

Lauren and Li-Fen Try Wrestling

These two rascals hunt down Poison and try to pitch themselves as wrestlers

It's a weirdly dramatic plotline

Li-Fen's character is a pirate who's parents were brutally slaughtered by Lauren's character so she turned to piracy and stock market fraud to fill the void. She's hellbent on revenge until she realizes Lauren's character is kinda hot.

Lauren's character is a super soldier with cat ears that is totally not her GI Joe oc. She works for totally not Cobra but secretly thinks clubbing baby seals kinda sucks, but they match five percent to her 401k so she's stuck morality be damned.

Their characters are in a situationship and most of their wrestling is the girls waxing poetically on the meaning of life and love while body slamming each other.

They're just larping at poor Poison who can't find a way to leave discreetly, she's just trapped with these hyper teenagers who really want to tell her all about their OCS.

[mostfuckableffvillain]

Round 2 - Eliminations

This week we say goodbye to Golbez, Sorceress Adel, Yunalesca, Yu Yevon, Vata, Orphan, Sephiroth, and Judge Drace. There were some close fights, we lost some heavy hitters, but that's the way it goes!

Congratulations to Angeal Hewley, Jack Garland, Reno of the Turks, Barbariccia, Seifer Almasy, Estinien Varlineau, Emet-Selch, and Shuyin! We look forward to seeing you in Round 3!

Keep reading below for some of the reasons these guys were nominated in the first place:

Golbez >A caster in full plate with daddy issues? What /isn't/ fuckable about that? >Have you seen him under the armor >big guy >he's a very sweet and caring man at heart with big muscles and fantastic magic. plus that ARMOR man…. the way it accentuates his body shape? WOOF >I don't care if this man has all that armor in the way (armor hot anyways) there is melancholy and sadness behind that man that makes me think he deserves to be pegged. Also long hair bonus when unarmored

Sorceress Adel >Giant lady >I love a woman who can kick my ass >androgynous woman swag >Massive buff muscle lady who also does body horror 👌😳 >big woman…….. she makes me horny AND feel gender things

Lady Yunalesca >(and Jecht) Tiddies for both I am an equal opportunity tiddy enjoyer >should she wear more clothes, yes. however: her hair becomes a golden tentacle skull skirt, and then she turns into a giant skull medusa head. she slaps you to dispel effects. i rest my case. >She bites >Tentacles…

Vata >You wanna talk about sexual tension with the protagonist

Sephiroth >It's Sephiroth. >Everything >sephiroth >I’m so sorry for submitting sephiroth. But have you seen his safer sephiroth form. Also the fact that he’s like actually genuinely insane. Hot of him tbh. Listen one man’s mommy issues are another man’s kink, and baby? I’m ready to capitalise on that. Also I like long hair 👉👈 >I dont need to explain this one >I am also sorry for submitting Sephiroth. But please understand. He was my gay awakening as a kid, and then later my straight awakening as a trans. >I don't think I have to explain this tbh >His devotion to JENOVA, his strength and aura. His long beautiful silver/white hair, his hypnotizing cat eyes, his non intentional sexual quotes. EVERYTHING!!! >Well. he's sephiroth. i strongly doubt you need any more clarification >Tall, canonically dominating, strong af, can fly, canonically can throw anyone across the room (onto a bed), will absolutely pursue you across the universe until you give him what he wants AND THAT SWISHY SILKY SILVER HAIR! Absolutely versatile for everyone in various forms (even, gags monster fuckers).

Judge Drace >idk if I'd qualify her as a villain but. strong woman…………. h…..

[justmenoworries]

Lore Olympus Episode 234 Spoilers:

Hermes has been temporarily released from the void to be hxp's messenger bird for their oh-so-romantic, not forced and rushed at all, wedding. Yay.

"[Hera] I feel like I never got a chance to properly thank your for everything you've done for me." Like forcing a job on me I wasn't qualified for, setting me up with a groomer, not saying shit to defend me at my trial, forcing me to talk about my sexual trauma and keeping my disappearance a secret from my mom.

Also, Persephone are you not going to ask why you couldn't reach her at all? Or if she's okay after the whole Kronos-thing? No? Of course not, Persephone is only caring and kind when she can make it about herself.

I lost it when Hecate told Hades she knows how things "haven't always been the easiest" for him. Actually, things have been going easy for him. Pretty much ever since he dumped Minthe in favor of a younger, more impressionable girlfriend. Exactly what hardships has this man gone through since then? And no, not seeing your grooming victim for a few years (the majority of which you slept over) doesn't count.

A smidgen of positivity here: I unironically love Hecate's snake, it's super cute.

Okay, back to tearing this shit-show to pieces.

Everyone still acts like a brat to Zeus for literally doing his fucking job.

"You're lucky you're invited." You're lucky your little mass-murdering gilrfriend wasn't tied to a rock to have her organs devoured by eagles every day, Hades.

"Whilst our engagement was short-lived, the bond that we share is anything but." What bond, Persephone? What bond??? You've known each other for maybe a month! You have no bond to speak of, you're just horny for each other!!! That's not the same!!!

We're in ancient Greece, why the fuck are they having a Christian wedding?

C'mon Smithe, was it really too much to ask for to look for wedding ceremonies in ancient Greece??? I know you're lazy as shit, but this stuff is literally one Google search away.

Aaand, of course Demeter had to see all of that.

RS really said "I'm gonna focus all my mommy issues on this character and make her as miserable as can be! I'm a feminist, y'all!"

Friendly reminder that the myth this crackshow of a comic is based on was originally about Demeter saving Persephone after she was married to Hades against her will. And this is what RS decided to do with it.

If I have to say one thing in favor of this episode, its at least this stupid ass wedding-plot is finally over and done with and we can get back to actually important things.

Like, y'know.

The super-villain currently holding a child and a whole-ass part of a realm hostage.

[plaindangan]

Badass milf meeting! The famous shuko (shu’s mom), the goddess harmony (kaede’s mom), the biggest thiccest best orange teach Chisa, and Dogami the badass stylish detective.

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not read!

"Are you sure, it's fine that we're here? I mean, we don't really have kids of our own. I mean, I have my students, but that shouldn't really count..."

"And while my investigators act like kids sometimes, I qualify even less." To that end, Shuko waved aside both Chisa and Ikue's worry.

"Relax, relax~ The path of being a true, what was it called, MILF is first in mindset and spirit than physically being one!" Shuko said encouragingly.

Smack~ Both women would gasp and blush as Harmony gave them a good swat to their plump behinds. "Though, really, both of you two already look like you're there in terms of having the body for it~ It's close enough that you count in our eyes~"

The quartet would enter into a secret club created by both Harmony and Shuko. Casa de Matron! A place only for mothers or honorary mothers to be by themselves and unwind from life's worry's. A stacked bar, karaoke machine, flatscreen TV, snacks? You named it and the club would probably have it, as well as multiple private rooms for their guests to enter and unwind for the night or even days! Truly a home away from home!

Though, concerning the matter of the private rooms, at the end of the hallway was the biggest room: one that belonged to Shuko and Harmony. Just before they entered, the two club owners smiled at their newcomers.

"Once we past this door, it will be time for your initiation. Are you ready?"

Both Chisa and Ikue looked at each other before back at the owners...and nodded. With devilish grins, both Shuko and Harmony took them by their hands into their bedroom.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"God, just feel these massive things!! I think you could give me a real run for my money!! What do you say, Chisa, dear?~ Don't you wanna rival Mommy Harmony? Or do you really love being railed like this instead~" Bending Chisa over their bed and taking her from behind was Harmony. She was the rougher of the two MILFs, loving to smack at Chisa's ass and squeezing at the teacher's her milky tits. Loving to pinch at her sensitive nipples and hearing the redhead's moans of ecstasy.

"I bet your job at that police headquarters must be super stressful. Dealing with such a bad side of society for so long~ But you're safe here~ Now just unwind and let Mama Shuko take care of you~" Shuko, on the other hand, was much softer (despite her bonecrushing hugs~) in her demeanor...if her 'action' didn't make it seem so. She had Ikue pinned against the wall, fucking the police chief's ass, while her fingers worked on her soaking wet pussy. That wasn't even mentioning the kisses she planted on the woman's face and neck. Driving Ikue crazy with each smooch.

Both would fuck these two for hours and hours into the night. Only stopping when both were not only incredibly exhausted, but had ensured both of the newcomers would be broken in to the point they would only be thinking of being fucked silly like this for the weeks to come~

Another successful initiation~

[crochetwizardman]

I saw my brother today. Had a great time catching up and getting a side of a story I hadn't heard.

His son Oliver wrote him the most entitled, unhinged letter explaining why he wanted to move out of his father's house and into his mother's.

For reference, his mother cheated on and left my brother who was working construction and driving cab to support her unemployed ass... for the manager of the grocery store down the road. She is entirely permissive of everything that happens in her house and taught this kid NO critical skills. Couldn't even clean a toilet.

Of course you like your permissive mommy versus the guy trying to raise you, you entitled piece of shit. Trauma? What trauma! Suicidal? Yet you didn't want a 3-day hold to get your meds adjusted because you're "not a fucking crazy person"??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN!!!! THATS LITERALLY WHAT YOU DO TO SOLVE THAT PROBLEM LMAO!!!!

I've never read such unhinged teenage crap in my life. Entitlement is real. He read some shit on the internet and without doing any research whatsoever decided he was abused and my brother was a narcissist. My brother and my sister and I were raised by the REAL narcissist. Oliver wouldn't know what hit him if he was raised by a real narcissist.

You young people are doomed. Stop believing what your under qualified friends say. Being disciplined isn't abuse. Your parent isn't a narcissist because they yelled at you for being an asshole. You're an asshole. Inspect yourself.

[nightguide]

YOU DID NOT JUST SAY 'I LIKE MY MOMMY BUT THIS GUY IS SOMEBODY ELSE'S BEST FRIEND I LIKE TO MEET' TO 'QUALIFY THAT BY SHOVING THEIR PHOBIA UP THEIR ASS (IS THE REASON WHY YOU DONT QUALIFY THEIR GETAWAY TAKEAWAY PLANS FOR THAT THOUGHT OF REASON (YOU DID IT, YOU CLEAN IT) MOMMY'S APPRAISAL

YOU DID NOT JUST SAY 'ANYTHING ABOUT A BOY' BUT YOU NOW HAVE IT BADLY ON THE ONE GUY IN COMMON WITH YOU (THAT IS A GAY MAN NOW)

YOU DONT WANT TO BE IN THE NEXT SCENES NOW (YOU MADE HER UP SO LEAVE IT TO ALRIGHTEY THEN BACHEH)

TRUE SWIFTIES GET THIS

[jaeyunverse]

hide and seek

pairing: na jaemin x fem!reader

genres: fluff, angst, mild crack, mutual pining, best friends to lovers

wc: 5525

warnings: profanity, mc is not very good at expressing her feelings (lmk if i’ve missed smth!)

summary: a game of hide and seek with your cousins forces you and jaemin to camp out in a cramped space together. they say close proximity and darkness make people do things they usually don’t, and you’re no exception to this fact. after all, you do confess to him. ​

note: hii welcome to another episode of me reposting my old works LMFAO i’ve hit a bit of a block and i wanted to see if editing any of my drafts got me back into the flow of writing! i hope you guys enjoy this fic :D feedback is always appreciated <3 

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You hated babysitting your three five-year-old cousins.

You loved them with all your heart, but they were too loud, too bubbly, too messy, too energetic, and just too much in general. Nothing kept them interested for more than ten minutes and for some reason, they loved to torture you.

The moment you’d sit down to relax, they’d run up to you and start whining. They’d poop when you were eating, spill their food while you were showering and wipe their snotty faces with your clothes despite having a handkerchief pinned to the front of their shirts.

And God, they asked so many questions.

Why aren’t there any more dinosaurs? Why can’t I stay up as late as you do? Why can’t Peppa Pig come to my birthday? Why do we hide our private parts from other people? Why does mommy wear a diaper?

You had long given up on quenching their curiosity. It wasn’t like it was your job to tell them how babies were made anyway.

You would have never babysat kids if it weren’t for your aunt, Hajoon. You admired her and looked up to her. She was a divorcee and had raised her set of triplets, Jeonghoon, Jihoon and Junghoon, all on her own while completing her Ph.D. simultaneously.

She now worked in a law firm and kicked ass every day. You’d have done anything for her. Plus, it didn’t hurt that she was paying you tons. Considering the fact that you only looked after the triplets for a couple of hours after school, you definitely did not deserve the bank you made. No way in hell were you going to be an ungrateful bitch and complain.

“Oh, come on,” Shin Ryujin, one of your best friends, complained from the other side of the phone. “I thought you didn’t babysit on weekends.”

“Yeah, I know,” you replied, sighing. The kids were watching a movie in the living room while you were in the kitchen, making extra popcorn for them. “Aunt Hajoon had to go to court today, so I volunteered. It’s an important case.”  

“Well, why can’t she just enrol them in a nursery? Why do you have to take care of them all the time?” Ryujin demanded. “I’m sure the staff in a daycare is far more qualified to look after them.”

“Ryujin,” you whined. “I told you she’s way too protective of them. She’s a single, working mother, for God’s sake!”

You sandwiched your phone between your shoulder and ear, picking up the three bowls of popcorn you had just made. As you walked towards the triplets and handed the bowls over to them, Ryujin spoke up once again.

“What about your mother? Can’t she look after the kids for an hour?”

“My parents work on Saturday, Ryujin. You know that.” From your peripheral, you saw the boys shooing you away. You winced and smiled at them apologetically, leaving so that they could watch their movie without any disturbances.

“Y/N!” she cried. “Our group’s been planning to go to the new cafe for so long! You can’t just back out of something we decided over two weeks ago!”

“I’m sorry!” you exclaimed, utterly exasperated. This entire conversation was going nowhere. You just wanted to relax in your room while the triplets watched the movie and stayed out of your hair. “You guys go ahead without me. I promise I won’t ditch next time.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t believe you,” she muttered angrily.

“Yeah, well, I don’t care,” you snapped and cut the call. Why couldn’t she understand you were busy? That you were helping out a relative in a time of need. Was it so wrong of you to put your family first?

Shaking your head, you trudged to your room upstairs and collapsed on your bed. You sighed heavily and closed your eyes. Just ten minutes of silence and peace—that was all you wanted.

As it turned out, the universe hated you.

“Y/N!”

You groaned.

The door to your bedroom was thrown open, and Junghoon, Jihoon and Jeonghoon jumped on top of you with what sounded like a war cry. You doubled over in pain and pushed them off you as gently as you could.

“The movie’s over, Y/N!” Junghoon chirped and violently shook your shoulders. “Play with us!”

“What? Already?” you asked, voice wobbling because of how hard you were being swayed. You didn’t even have the energy to remove the death grip he had on you.

“Yep!” Jihoon replied with a wide smile. Junghoon finally let go of you and joined his brothers. “We’re bored and we want to play Hide and Seek with you.”

“Well, what about your popcorn?” You pushed yourself up and sat cross-legged on your bed, the three of them sitting the same way in front of you. “Finish it and then we can play.” 

That would give you at least five more minutes to rest and prepare yourself for the game.

The triplets were really, really good at Hide and Seek and had their own set of rules. The first person to be caught was to be punished and somehow, you were always the loser. You suspected foul play but let them off the hook because they got pissy when things didn’t go their way.

And pissy children are absolute pains in the ass.

“We’re not hungry anymore.” Jeonghoon made a sour face. “Popcorn is only tasty while watching a movie, and by the time you made it, the credits started playing. You’re too slow, Y/N.”

“Hey!” you protested and threw a pillow at his face. Jeonghoon dodged it easily, giggling. “I made popcorn when you told me to make popcorn! It’s not my fault you asked me to make it at the end of the movie.”

He pouted. “Whatever. Just play with us!” 

Grabbing your hand, he got off the bed and began tugging you along. Jihoon grabbed your other hand and pulled you as well while Junghoon pushed you from the back. 

You sighed.

You were about to make up another excuse and shoo them away when the doorbell rang. The triplets perked up at the same time and ran out of your room, wanting to see if it was their mother who had come to pick them up. You frowned, getting off your bed. It was just four in the evening and Aunt Hajoon wasn’t supposed to come until after dinner.

As you walked out of your room and down the stairs, you yelled, “Don’t open the door, guys! Wait for—”

You stopped in your tracks and let out a small laugh when you saw who was standing on your porch. Ryujin stood with a box of pastries in her hand and a wide smile on her face. The rest of your friend group—consisting of Jeno, Mark, Renjun, Jaemin, Donghyuck, Chenle, Jisung and Yeji—looked up at you from behind her.

Jeno waved at you with a cocky smile. “You didn’t come with us, so we came to you.”

“You guys missed me that much, huh?” you joked as you let them in your house, directing them towards the living room.

“I didn’t,” Jaemin replied nonchalantly. 

You rolled your eyes and said, “I wasn’t asking you.”

“Oh.” He raised an eyebrow and shoved both his hands into his denim pockets, staring down at you with mischievous eyes. “Maybe you should pick up a dictionary some time, Y/N. You see, the word ‘guys’ applies to the general public around you. And since I am the general public around you—”

“Yeah, I get it, Jaemin—” you waved him away— “You’re a smartass. Let’s move along.”

Said boy gave you a cheeky smile and plopped down on the couch, tugging your arm and making you sit next to him.  Mark took up the spot on your other side.

“Aw, man. The lovebirds are at it again,” Chenle groaned.

“We’re not lovebirds!” you exclaimed. At the same time Jaemin said, “And what about it?” 

You glared at him. He only shrugged, as if to say, What? I’m not lying.

You didn’t exactly not find Jaemin attractive, you just didn’t like admitting that you did. Plus, he was kind of annoying and commented on everything you did.

Like, a few days ago, the two of you had tagged along with Jeno and Yeji to an ice-cream parlour. The moment you had ordered a vanilla ice cream, Jaemin had remarked, “Oh, look at the coincidence. Your flavour’s the same as your personality—basic.”

You had smacked his shoulder and pinched his waist hard. He’d only grinned at you.

“Yeah,” Jisung snorted. “Keep telling that to yourself, Y/N.”

You were about to protest, but Junghoon cut you off from where he was seated. “Aren’t you going to introduce your group to us?”

Your eyes widened and you hastily said, “Right.” 

Pointing at each of your friends, you took their names. “Jeno, Yeji, Ryujin, Jisung, Chenle, Donghyuck, Mark, Renjun and Jaemin, meet my cousins—” you pointed at the boys— “Junghoon, Jihoon and Jeonghoon.”

“How do you have so many friends?” Jeonghoon asked you, visibly confused. “You don’t look like the type to have so many friends.”

You gasped and narrowed your eyes at him, completely offended. Renjun snorted and said to the triplets, “She isn’t. We took her in because we have a soft spot for loners.”  

“Shut up, Renjun,” you grumbled. “If anyone’s the loner over here, it’s you.”

“Says the girl who always skips our meets,” Yeji snickered. “You didn’t come to the movies last time because you claimed the season finale of Brooklyn Nine-Nine, which, let me add, was available on OTT platforms to be viewed any time you wanted, was more important than us.”

“It was,” you deadpanned.

“Oh, I feel so loved and validated, Y/N.” Mark put a hand on his chest and looked at you with faux teary eyes. “Thank you for being there every time I needed you.”

You threw an arm around his neck and grinned. “You’re welcome.”

“So,” Jaemin interrupted loudly and brought his hands together. “Are we gonna eat those pastries or what?”

“But we wanted to play Hide and Seek,” Jihoon whined and stomped in place, crossing his hands over his chest. “I’m not hungry right now; I’m bored!”

“Yeah!” Junghoon and Jeonghoon seconded their brother at the same time. “We wanna play!”

You removed your hand from Mark’s shoulders and looked at your friends apologetically. “I’m so sorry, guys. I gotta play with them. You can carry on and eat at the cafe if you want. I heard the ambience is amazing.”

“We know, Y/N,” Donghyuck said, laughing. “We just came from there. We didn’t want to have another get together without you, so we got takeaway pastries for everyone in hopes of eating them here.” 

He got up, took a few steps towards where the triplets were sitting and dropped down on his knees. Smiling at them affectionately, he said, “There are pastries for you too. We can play before eating them if that’s what you want. Food is always tastier when you’re hungry.”

Your heart swelled, and your eyes suddenly welled up. How you’d lucked out and become friends with these amazing and considerate people, you had no idea. Subtly tipping your head backwards, you tried to push the tears back in.

“I guess I finally have a shot at winning the game, huh?”

You didn’t consider yourself rich, but your family definitely had enough money to be considered above the middle class.  

Your home was two storeys big with a huge attic at the top and a scary basement at the bottom. It consisted of seven bedrooms, four bathrooms, a gigantic living room, a spacious kitchen and a dumbwaiter.

The fact that your house was a lot like the one from Home Alone was an extra perk.

“So, how do we wanna do this?” you asked your cousins. “I don’t think just one person should become the seeker now that we have thirteen people playing. It’ll be fun to have a few more people searching.”

“I’m thinking the kids could search for us,” Ryujin piped up. She’d let herself into the kitchen a while back and had placed the large pastry box in your fridge. “None of us know the layout of your house very well, and it’ll probably take ages for us to find out where everyone’s hiding.”

“Yeah,” Jaemin added. “It could be kids versus adults.”

“We’re seventeen,” you pointed out.

“You’re seventeen,” he replied, flicking your forehead. “I’m eighteen.”

“Shut up. My birthday’s only a few weeks away. And don’t act so high and mighty; you’re barely a few months older,” you grumbled and grabbed his hand, shooting it down. It landed in your lap and stayed there, partially intertwined with your own. It felt so natural to hold Jaemin’s hand and have his warmth envelope you.

“What do we get if we win?” Junghoon asked. “We’ll search the house for a half-hour, and if we’re not able to find all of you by then, we’ll do what you want.”

Jeno frowned. “We don’t want anything from you. We’re just here to have fun—”

“Shut up, Jeno,” you interrupted him. Clearing your throat, you said to the triplets, “I’m gonna need you guys to listen to what I say and do what I tell you to do without any questions whenever you come over for the next month. I don’t want you to whine and cry and fight amongst yourselves. I want you to be well-behaved children.”

The three of them glanced at each other, some silent communication taking place between them. Finally, Jihoon nodded. “Fine. But if we win, you do The Dance in front of your friends.”

Your cheeks warmed as everyone looked at you with amused expressions and raised eyebrows. “Y/N,” Jisung drawled. “What is The Dance?”

“Nothing,” you squeaked. “I’m not gonna do The Dance. Ask for something else.”

“We don’t want anything else,” Jeonghoon countered with a wicked grin. “We want you to do The Dance. If you refuse, we’ll make your life a living hell.”

You paled. Children were evil, you realised. They were evil and they were very good at putting up facades of innocence. You bit your lip in contemplation and after a moment, sighed in defeat. You had a lot to gain if you managed to stay hidden. “Fine.”

All of them cheered. Jaemin whispered in your ear, “God, they’re so cunning and manipulative. Would have never thought five-year-olds could have those qualities.” 

You grunted in agreement, eyes throwing daggers at the siblings. “Tell me about it.”

You ripped your gaze away from them to look at Jaemin. What you didn’t realise was that his own face was turned towards yours, causing your lips to brush against his. 

Heat rushed to your cheeks.

You whipped your head the other way and let your unbound hair fall over your embarrassed face. Jaemin cleared his throat and untangled his hand from yours.

Fuck. You hadn’t realised you were still holding it. You closed your eyes shut as a pained expression flashed across your face. Great fucking job—

“I was thinking we could increase the difficulty level a bit,” Chenle suggested. 

You swallowed your sigh of relief, mentally thanking him for giving you something else to listen to and focus on. 

“You guys know the house very well, and that already gives you an advantage over us,” he said to the boys. “You could find us within ten minutes, much less thirty. But what if you had something to protect while you busted us. Something you’d need to keep an eye on so that we couldn’t destroy it.”

“Are you suggesting a game of Kick the Can?” Mark asked flatly.

“Is that what it’s called?” Chenle frowned. 

“Yes, Chenle,” Ryujin said and rolled her eyes. “We know you didn’t have a very outdoorsy childhood, but come on, everyone knows that game."

The boy offered nothing more than a shrug.

“Kick the Can sounds good!” Jihoon exclaimed. “We haven’t played in so long.” The other two agreed, practically jumping up and down in their seats.

And so it was decided. The kids would count to a hundred in the backyard, and the rest of you would scatter and hide in the house. The triplets weren’t allowed to stand guard by the can for more than a minute so that the teenagers could have a shot at winning the game.

If all of you were caught within thirty minutes, you’d have to do The Dance. If at least one of you managed to kick the can or remain out of sight for half an hour, Junghoon, Jihoon and Jeonghoon would have to give in to your demands.

Oh, it was going to be a fun game.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fu—

This was terrible. This was so, so terrible. You took it all back. Your friends were fucking traitors, and you were going to throttle them to death the moment you got your hands on them.

Those bitches hadn’t even waited to betray you. Five minutes into the game and half of them were caught. From where you were crouched near the attic window, you could practically see Hyuck casually walk out of the house with his hands in his pockets.

The triplets grinned and announced, “Donghyuck is caught!”

Donghyuck even had the audacity to look bored as he mocked disappointment. “Oh, no!” he faked, his voice dull and muffled because of the distance. “I’m caught! You better stay hidden, Y/N. You don’t wanna lose to five-year-olds and perform your Dance."

You cursed under your breath and looked away from the backyard. Bringing your knees to your chest, you buried your head in your hands.

You didn’t want to perform The Dance. It was simply embarrassing. Your friends already teased you a lot and you didn’t want to give them any more blackmail material. Shit, you should’ve made a condition and said no recording of any sort.

While you were busy wallowing in hate and despair, you failed to notice that the conversation between your busted friends had died down. Your eyes widened a moment too late—right as the door to the attic was thrown open, and light footsteps shuffled towards you.

Breath hitching in your throat, you pulled your ass up and made a beeline towards the dumbwaiter. You couldn’t afford to let yourself get caught, especially not since you were probably the only person who could save yourself.  

Keeping an eye on your surroundings and straining your ears to figure out where exactly your cousin was, you repeatedly pushed the lift button. You cringed when the dumbwaiter began moving, the gears on the other side of the door shifting and creating noise as it was pulled up.

“Jisung’s caught!” Junghoon yelled from somewhere in the house, drowning the dull thrum of the dumbwaiter. The footsteps stopped—then increased their pace. As if the person were running.

“Coming!” Jihoon yelled, his voice indicating he was far enough to not be able to realise the dumbwaiter was in use. He was likely standing near the door. “I’ll search the attic first.”

The moment he finished the sentence, the lift came to a stop. You exhaled, heart thundering in your chest. With your hands, you pushed one half of the wooden door downwards and the other one upwards.

Your eyes widened when you saw the dumbwaiter wasn’t empty. Inside sat a cross-legged Jaemin, confusion and terror plastered all over his face.                    

“This thing moves?!”

Your left hand was immediately on his mouth, the other one going behind his neck for support. You shot him a warning glance that told him to shut the fuck up.

“Jihoon is here,” you mouthed while he sat inside, almost paralyzed. Something shone in Jaemin’s eyes. Against your palm, you felt the corner of his lip tug upwards, and with a jolt, you realised what it was.

The motherfucker wanted to sell you out.

Pressing your hand harder against his mouth and leaning forward until your faces were but a few inches away, you gritted, “Don’t you fucking dare.”

Jaemin laughed under his breath, hot breath fanning your clammy palm. Maintaining eye contact with you and not looking away for even a second, he wrapped his fingers around your wrist. Dread settled in you.

He was strong. You were not. Despite your death grip, he’d be able to remove your hand from his lips in one swift movement.

No way were you going to lose your last shred of dignity in front of your friends, and no way were you going to be the laughing stock of the entire school when Chenle posted the video of you flapping your arms like a bird on YouTube.

You had to make a move. 

Now.

To hell with it, you thought to yourself and with all your might, pushed Jaemin further into the dumbwaiter. He let out a small sound of surprise (which was thankfully muffled because of your hand), clearly thrown off guard by your sudden strength.

You stepped in and flung one of your legs on the other side of Jaemin’s body. Hand still pressed against his mouth and your body straddling his, you pressed the basement button with your elbow. 

The dumbwaiter door closed shut.

“What are you doing?” he exclaimed once he got over the initial shock of having you sitting in his lap.

“What are you doing?” you snapped in an accusatory tone, finally removing your hand from his mouth. “You were about to give me away, and I didn’t have a choice! I couldn’t exactly kick you out of the dumbwaiter without making any noise and exposing myself, so doing this—” you gestured between the two of you— “was the next best thing!”

Despite the darkness, you saw Jaemin’s lips stretch in a lazy grin. “I can’t say I disagree. This is the best thing that’s happened to me this month.”

“It’s the third of April,” you pointed out.

“It’s exam season. It’s not going to get any better.”

You rolled your eyes. Jaemin frowned. “Why is this thing not moving back down? You pressed a button, right?”

“Yeah.” Your forehead creased in confusion. You glanced at the dimly lit red button. “I did. See?”

“Oh, God,” Jaemin groaned. “Don’t tell me we’re stuck in this wooden box. No offence to you, by the way,” he added. “Being stuck in here with you like this is a dream come true.”

You laughed and lightly punched his shoulder. “The lift is old so it stops working sometimes. No need to worry. Plus, you being stuck in here is beneficial to me. You won’t be able to escape and rat out my location to the kids anymore.”

“True,” Jaemin agreed, snorting.

Suddenly, you were aware of all your surroundings. The small box the two of you were crammed into, the darkness, the close proximity of your bodies and the silence that enveloped you.

Jaemin knew you liked him; that you were down bad for him the same way he was for you. Yet, he never asked you why you always rejected him. Why you never accompanied him for school dances and denied being attracted to him in front of everyone.

Jaemin gave you your space despite not knowing the reasons behind your actions. He played along when you pretended to be annoyed by him to hide your feelings. From whom, he didn’t know. Your entire friend group could tell you were attracted to each other.

You wished you could tell him that you were hiding your feelings from yourself. That you were scared of acknowledging the thing between the two of you. That confessing made people vulnerable and you didn’t want to be vulnerable.

You trusted Jaemin with your life, but it was the overall thought of laying yourself bare in front of someone that scared you. Being in a relationship makes people open to getting all kinds of hurt.

Maybe not wanting to take that risk made you a coward.

Growing up, you weren’t used to being told you were loved. Your parents were very reserved and didn’t express any emotions other than disappointment and anger. You had been raised in an atmosphere where talking about feelings was considered uncomfortable and unnecessary—a waste of time.

You didn’t know how to bring up certain topics, how to make sure people close to you knew how much they meant to you. How to tell people that you cared.

Jaemin didn’t mind being kept in the dark. He knew there was more to you than you let show, that there were some things that you couldn’t share with him. It hurt knowing you couldn’t tell him what was gnawing at you, but he was willing to wait for you. He was satisfied knowing the girl he had fallen for liked him back.

He knew that even though you didn’t verbalise your feelings, they existed.

Your daily bickering, the times you would lean into him without realising, the smile on your face when he would crack a joke and the playful roll of your eyes when he would exaggerate his feelings towards you—all of it was enough for Jaemin.

He knew you liked it when he teased you. That you didn’t mind when he expressed his feelings for you in front of everyone. That you actually found some sort of comfort when he did so.

Your relationship was weird and probably unhealthy. The lines in it were very blurred. You both may have been unhappy with it, but you had silently come to terms with it.

You were okay with it.

Until now.

As you sat in his lap in silence, both your hands on his shoulders and his arms wrapped around your waist to keep you in place, you realised you didn’t just want to be okay with your relationship.

You wanted to be happy. You wanted Jaemin to be happy. He deserved to be told he was loved and appreciated by you. He deserved to get back everything he gave you.

“Jaemin,” you quietly called. He hummed in response, waiting for you to continue. “Do you like me?”

It was a stupid, stupid question. But you wanted to be sure. You wanted to know one last time before you spoke your heart out.

He laughed. “Yeah, duh. Did you not hear me agreeing with Chenle when he called us lovebirds?”

When you didn’t reply, Jaemin’s amusement died. He cleared his throat and shifted under you, sitting up straighter. “Yeah, I like you, Y/N,” he repeated. His gut twisted with nervousness. He hoped the conversation was going where he thought it was going. “I like you very much.”

“I think—” you swallowed the lump in your throat, daring not to look at him. “I think I like you too.”

“Yeah?” he asked tentatively. “You like me too?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, toying with your fingers now. “Very much.”

Jaemin smiled his widest smile. He felt giddy inside. And happy. He felt so happy to have finally heard you say the words. “Would you look at that? Turns out not betraying the girl you like is a good thing.”

You laughed under your breath and leaned forward, resting your forehead on his shoulder. Jaemin wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer.

You were so glad he hadn’t made a big deal out of it. Your confession hadn’t been grand. Heck, it was probably very lame, but it had taken a great deal of effort on your part to finally get it done. It felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders.

Balling your fists against his chest, you buried your nose in the crook of his neck and breathed him in. “I’m stealing your soap.”

“Oh, come on,” he whined, his deep voice rumbling in your ear. “Was stealing my heart not enough for you?”

You laughed again. “Shut up.”

“You know,” Jaemin began, “all your laughing is going to finish off our oxygen.”

You moved away and stared at him with raised eyebrows. “I know I almost failed science last semester, but it doesn’t take an A grade to know that you’re bullshitting.”

“Am not!” he protested. “Laughing allows stale air to escape your lungs, thus allowing more oxygen to enter them. You’re going to suck all the oxygen and kill us today. I guess it’s partially my fault too. I mean, I am very funny, and people often find it hard to—”

You rolled your eyes and leaned forward, putting your forehead against his. Jaemin stopped talking. 

“Then,” you drawled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Why don’t we stop breathing for some time to make the oxygen last longer? I hear kissing doesn’t allow people to breathe.”

“It actually does,” Jaemin remarked, clearly not picking up on the very obvious hint you had dropped. “If your noses are angled—”

“Shut up and kiss me, you stupid, fucking, utterly oblivious smartass.”

His lips were on yours immediately. With a jolt, you realised the fucker had been playing around with you. He wanted to hear the words from your lips, loud and clear. If it weren’t for the fact that he was an excellent kisser, you would’ve shoved him away and smacked him already.

Cupping your cheek with a hand, Jaemin deepened the kiss and pulled you closer by the waist. You raked your hands through his silky hair and opened your mouth to him. He shoved his tongue inside immediately, as if he was waiting for the moment you’d part your lips.

You’d never kissed anyone, so you could only sit on Jaemin’s lap and let him take complete control. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth, the hand he had around your waist trailing up and down your spine.

You shivered and hesitantly began to break the kiss. You needed more air. Jaemin nipped at your lower lip once before allowing you to move away.

“Tired already?” he chuckled. 

Panting, you shot him a look. “You have practice; I don’t.”

Jaemin looked mildly surprised for a moment. “What practice? You were my first kiss, Y/N.”

“You’re kidding,” you deadpanned. “That was too good to be a first kiss.”

Jaemin grinned at you smugly. “I guess I’m a natural then.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Right.”

A comfortable silence ensued after. You digested everything that had happened in the dumbwaiter. Where did your relationship with Jaemin stand now that you had finally confessed and kissed him? Was Jaemin your boyfriend now? Was this going too fast? Were you—

“Hey,” Jaemin called softly and touched your arm. You glanced up at him from under your lashes. “We don’t have to figure everything out right now. We can go slow, see where this newly acknowledged thing takes us. If that’s what you want,” he added.

You could have kissed him again for saying that. Instead, you settled for a grateful smile. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that very— HOLY MOTHERFUCKING GOD, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!”

Not being able to handle your and Jaemin’s weight for so long, the wooden floor of the dumbwaiter gave way beneath you. You began free-falling towards the ground along with him.

The fall ended not even a second after it began, the impact far lesser than you had imagined, even with Jaemin taking most of it. As you opened your eyes and glanced up at the shaft, you realised the dumbwaiter was not far from the ground at all.

Just a few feet at the most. You let out a sigh of relief. Jaemin groaned under you. “Ow, fuck. I can’t feel my goddamn legs. How long were you sitting on my lap,Y/N?”

You were about to reply when the shaft door opened beside you and Junghoon poked his head inside.

He grinned and yelled, “Jaemin and Y/N are caught! We win!”

Before you could stop him and call him out for cheating, he ran out of the basement, no doubt to inform his brothers about the good news. You heaved a sigh and collapsed on top of Jaemin again, resting your head on his chest.

“Aw,” he cooed and ruffled your hair. You grumbled and swatted his hand away. “Looks like you lost.”

“Nuh-uh.” You clicked your tongue and raised your head to look at him again. “I’m pretty sure I won. I confessed and kissed you today. God, I am on a roll!”

“Stop being so fucking adorable. I will fucking kiss you again and I will do it right here, in the dust, without giving a shit about hygiene.”

You shrugged. “I mean, who’s stopping you?”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Really? Is my excitement to kiss you disgusting?” 

Jaemin paused. “When you put it like that…” 

Grinning, you got off him and exited the dumbwaiter shaft. “Come on, lover boy. You don’t wanna miss The Dance, do you?”

He gave you a wicked smile and got up as well. Patting himself down to get rid of the dust sticking to his clothes, he nonchalantly said, “You’re going viral on TikTok today, Y/N.”

Fuck.