#i don’t know what exactly’s got me so anxious but it’s not making life fun rn

[staylovesmiley]

Oohh this looks fun! Okay soooo~

1: What's your current bias line? In my heart I am ot8 but I always find myself drawn to Han, Chan, and Leeknow~

2: Who's the one that made you Stan? I was already a casual listener but that Hyunjin hoodie season meme got me invested

3: What song was your first? My Pace

4: What's your current favorite song? Hall of Fame or Pacemaker

5: What members personally resembles yours the most? Either Chan because we are both the oldest of three who feel the weight of the responsibility they have to shoulder intensely but also Han especially when my partner is involved (we are Minsung coded fr)

6: If you had to pick a specific racha which would you choose? Probably 3Racha??

7: What's one attribute of the members do you like the most? (Example: Chans dimples) oh my goodness- all of their smiles and laughs! They are so unique and feel so genuine it never fails to cheer me up seeing them happy and enjoying life

8: What's your favorite album? Either Maxident or 5-Star

9: Do you have any albums? Mhm! I have all versions of ATE besides the accordion ones, one each of Maxident, Rockstar, 5-Star, and I feel like I’m missing some- but that’s all I can think off the top of my head

10: Have you been to a concert? No but I will be in June 2025!!!

11: Who's your favorite duo? Gosh there are so many good ones- not a duo but I love seeing 00’s interactions it reminds me of me and my friends

12: Favorite cover/solo songs: I got it, alien, limbo, I hate to admit, connected, rev it up, baby, all of their solos for dominate-

13: Favorite SKZOO? Tbh all of them are so precious especially in their 10cm designs! My top three would have to be Leebit, Bbokari, and Wolfchan~

14: If you had a day with one member what would you wanna do with them? Honestly I’d love to just chill with them maybe hang out and play games, talk, watch movies, maybe go out to eat and just get to know them better personally! As much as I know most of us would love the chance for something romantic with them over all I’d really love to be their friend I feel like it would be so nice to form a platonic connection with them over a romantic one

15: Who's your favorite singing voice? Ugh don’t make me choose- I literally cannot do that because their voices are so unique and I love them for different reasons!

16: Who's your favorite to watch dance? Honestly I’m obsessed with Hyunjin’s dance style it’s addictive tbh also Leeknow’s body control is WILD- as someone who used to dance as a child throughout highschool (even though it was a different form of dance) I always admired the dance aspects of Kpop immensely and whenever I listen to the music I can literally picture the moves in my mind!

17: Do you have a favorite SKZ Code? The aerial yoga one lol

18: Favorite MV? Case 143, Back Door, Circus, Christmas EveL, and Gimme your TMI

19: Who do you think you'd be best friends with? I feel like Seungmin and I would get along well but I could see myself becoming good friends with all of them tbh? I feel like I can be a pretty friendly person and so can they! Also maybe Felix cause I’m also someone who is touch oriented and I feel like we could relate to a lot of things together especially since we are the same age

20: Let's feed those delusions, Who are you picking for a date and what are you doing? Oh shit god I’d be so anxious to go on a date with any of them- probably Felix because one time he talked about what he would love to do if he could spend the day on a date with stay and it sounded exactly like what I’d pick (besides the shopping part like oh god I get so anxious receiving gifts I don’t feel like I deserve it and I never know how to respond-)

THIS WAS FUN LOL thank you for posting these questions~

.·:*¨ 𝑮𝒆𝒕 𝑻𝒐 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 ¨*:·.

20 Questions for my fellow Stays!

Making a little tag game because I love them and I’m nosy tbh. I also just love interacting with yall!

1: What’s your current bias line?

2: Who’s the one that made you Stan?

3: What song was your first?

4: What’s your current favorite song?

5: What members personally resembles yours the most?

6: If you had to pick a specific racha which would you choose?

7: What’s one attribute of the members do you like the most? (Example: Chans dimples)

8: What’s your favorite album?

9: Do you have any albums?

10: Have you been to a concert?

11: Who’s your favorite duo?

12: Favorite cover/solo songs:

13: Favorite SKZOO?

14: If you had a day with one member what would you wanna do with them?

15: Who’s your favorite singing voice?

16: Who’s your favorite to watch dance?

17: Do you have a favorite SKZ Code?

18: Favorite MV?

19: Who do you think you’d be best friends with?

20: Let’s feed those delusions, Who are you picking for a date and what are you doing?

[graham--folger]

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[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

imagine logan seeing you again, pt. 2

logan x reader

summary: In his universe, Logan and you were in love. Then you died. Now he's in a different timeline and you are very much alive.

warning: some deadpool x wolverine spoilers. this takes place after the movie. under 1k words.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The street was typically crowded for a Wednesday afternoon, but the hot dog in your hand lathered away all the annoyance from being shoulder checked every so often. The first bite awakened your entire body, and you felt amorous joy. It was a mild weather day and Wade had given you the task of entertaining his new roommate. Logan stood in front of you, seemingly annoyed at the way you were ignoring him and making love to the wiener in your mouth.

“You eat like a pig.”

“Oink…oink…” you murmured, finishing the dog with another anxious bite. He looked disgusted and you amused, as he checked his watch. “Stop acting like you have somewhere to be, you have nothing going on in your life at the moment.”

“Aren’t you a bed of roses.”

Ignoring him, you wiped your hands off and tossed away the napkins. “So, I personally think this is a major waste of time since I gather, you’d rather just hit up a local bar and gorge yourself into oblivion. But I told Laura I’d at least try to get you to do something fun.”

Logan, being the ray of sunshine he was, grunted but then asked how the young girl was doing. “You didn’t have to take her in.”

The two of you starting, well, just walking. There was no real plan for the day, you just picked up Logan from Wade’s apartment and told the Wolverine he was going on a little walk. Like the good little doggy he was – of course, he didn’t appreciate that last bit, but he didn’t object to the idea.

“I honestly don’t mind. It’s nice having a roommate, she’s quiet though. She’s teaching me Spanish, so that’s nice. Are you hungry?”

“You just had a hot dog.”

“It’s called an appetizer, Logan…I know a really good burger place nearby.”

He said nothing and the two of you fell into a silent pace, Logan feeling beside himself. Even a bit ashamed for stealing glances your way. You looked just like her, you – it was confusing and ultimately, he wasn’t sure what to feel. At the party, he thought he felt something and when he saw you afterwards – helping Laura settling into your apartment, it had killed him. Seeing you happy, like you always wanted. In a small apartment, instead of a huge mansion with no privacy. The X-Men were your family but there had been plenty of times when you had confessed to Logan for some peace and quiet. It wasn’t like you wanted to abandon the school, the people you loved – you just wanted a place for Logan and you. As he watched that day, moving things around for Laura, he felt peace. At least, in this universe, you got what you wanted.

“Logan?”

He apologized. “Burger sounds good.”

The man looked conflicted, and you wanted to make a funny comment, observation but something in you decided not to. Instead, you stole little peeks, he wasn’t as old as the Logan from this world, but he had some miles on him. He wasn’t exactly hard to look at either with that whole hard ass guise to him. Wade had highly under played Logan’s attractiveness and what a petty bitch he was. This thought made you chuckle loud enough to gain a look from your companion. He asked what was so funny, you said nothing.

“So, what are your plans now that you’re anchored here?”

“That would be the million-dollar question.”

“I could hook you up with an old team of mine?”

“Absolutely not.”

You began to rattle off different occupations Logan could take up – line cook, bounty hunter, librarian. The latter piqued your interest a little too much with the mere thought of Logan wearing studious glasses and a gray knit sweater making you warm. “I would definitely read more.”

He laughed, maybe even smiled. “Not a fat chance.”

“A girl could try,” you shrugged, nodding ahead. The diner was in view and Logan followed you across the street. He opened the door, and you thanked him, slightly embarrassed that you were feeling some type of way. Horny? Yikes. Maybe. It had been a while and you hardly knew Logan but that might have been the thrill. Feeling silly, you lead the man to a booth in the corner and you settled across from him. The waitress came over and slipped menus to each of you. Logan asked for a coffee while he gazed down at the limited selection of food, and you asked for a Diet Coke. You watched Logan curiously, trying to guess what he’d ordered. He didn’t seem like the type to be experimental with his meals. So, a burger combo would be the best guess and you were completely right. When the waitress came back to take your orders, Logan ordered a burger combo while you asked for a BLT. He thanked the woman and relaxed against the vinyl booth, looking out the window as people walked by.

“Is it different?”

He answered with a quick no, and you apologized for repeatedly asking that. “It’s just crazy to think about other universes, other versions of ourselves out there. Would it be weird to ask if I looked the same?”

Logan stared at you and felt his heart sink. You were beautiful, you were but he could see the differences between the woman he loved and the woman in front of him. Your eyes were filled with energy, hair a lighter tone in color, skin darker – it was like he was seeing an inverted version of the you he knew. Here, in this world, you seemed more carefree, and he was happy about it. Back home, all you ever did was worry. He never really saw you truly happy and he wondered if it was because he had loved you. In this fuck of a place, Logan and you had never interacted. Your paths never crossed and maybe that’s why you were so content. He managed an uncomfortable smile and shrugged. “Pretty much the same.”

Your face fell as the waitress arrived with the drinks. Logan took his and sipped the coffee, hoping you’d move on. It had taken much effort to even look at you now, his heart racing so fast he wanted nothing more to do than leave. Like a coward, run away. It would be so much easier than facing whatever look was in your eyes – what answer did you want? What did you want to hear? Logan felt like somehow you knew the truth and that this was all just a ploy to extract it from him but then you smiled, and a nerve was hit. A good one that had Logan glancing out the window.

“I was hoping I’d have green hair or something,” you laughed lightly. “Oh, well. Green isn’t really my color.  Listen, thanks for being such a good sport in all this. For that, how about I take you out for some beers tomorrow night? Unless you got something going on? Which we both know you don’t.”

No.

If he wanted to be a good person with his second chance he was given, that’s what he should have said. No drinks, no weird lunches, no stolen glances. He should have never agreed to even see you again, if he really wanted to change then he would have said no. In fact, he should slowly ease himself out of this friendship you were trying to establish, because what good could come of it? Everyone he loves always dies, his version of you did. Right in his arms, the last thing you felt was his warm embrace. That thought alone should have sent him packing but your eyes on him – understanding, the way your fingers played with the straw from your drink in anticipation and the friendly smile on your face, it was too much for Logan. How could he resist?

Was this a form of self-torture?

If so, he was in, but he was going to need a buffer.

“A few beers sound great, but only one condition.”

Surprised, you agreed. “Anything.”

Logan sighed. Deeply. “As much as this pains me, you gotta invite numb nuts.”

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[coldfanbou]

It Wasn't Supposed To Be Like This

New week, new fic, and things don't go well. Beware of cucking

Length 3.4K

IU smut

“Jieun, you're so plain. Why don’t you spice up your relationship? Have some fun with your sex life.” Kang Han-na said as she playfully slapped Jieun.

“I’m not plain; we just like keeping things simple. We don’t need very much.”

“Exactly, don’t you want to be wild? My boyfriend and I have been having a lot of fun. We try all kinds of things: rough sex, bondage, cucking. You name it, and we’re going to try it.”

“Cucking? What’s that?”

“Oh? That one caught your eye?” Han-na says with a smirk; she places her hands on the table, placing her head on top of them as she explains. “Cucking is having some guy fuck you while your partner watches, or vice versa. It was so much fun; I had the time of my life. I had two guys fucking me while he just watched and jerked off. You should totally do it.”

Jieun rubs her legs, anxious about being with someone else. “No, I could never do that to him.” 

“You’re missing out, Jieun. You have to live a little. I can always hook you up with the guys I had; they will make you feel like you never have.” Han-na continues speaking to Jieun about the topic until they go their separate ways. During the entire walk home, Jieun’s mind is filled with images as she sees every scene that Han-na described in her head. She grips her bag a little tighter as she walks.

You sit across from Jieun, eating your dinner as you converse. “Are you sure about this?” You ask, a little unsure about her proposition. “I really don’t feel too comfortable about it.” You tell her, fidgeting in your seat.

“It’s okay. We don’t have to if you don’t want to. It’s just something a friend of mine has been into, and she thought it could be good for us, but I understand where you’re coming from.” Jieun gives you a soft smile, trying to reassure you. You’ve been dating for over two years and know each other well enough. She places her hand on yours, “I’m not going to push you to try it. Honestly, the idea makes me nervous, too.” You know both of you want to explore in the bedroom, but it’s mostly with toys. You don’t want to deny yourselves the chance to try new things. 

“I-I’ll have to think about it more. I just want to be the only one with you.”

“I know; I want to be with you too.” Jieun cups your cheek and leans over the table, giving you a sincere kiss before sitting back in her chair. The two of you finish your dinner and head to bed. The two of you lay in bed, Jieun curled into your chest. Her light breathing is barely audible as she clutches your shirt. You wrap your arms around her, holding her against you tightly as you fall asleep.

The following day, Jieun prepares herself, putting on her earrings as she speaks to you. “I’m going out with Han-na, today. I’ll be home by two.” She yells from the bathroom.

“Okay, I’ll see you then.”

Jieun kisses you on the cheek and hugs you before she leaves, heading to a cafe to meet her friend. Spotting Han-na from outside, she hurries and sits with her friend. “Han-na! It’s nice to see you. Have you been waiting for a long time?”

“No, I just got here.” The two chat about their recent schedules and workouts before the topic takes a turn. “So, did your boyfriend like the idea?”

“Not really; you have to understand it would be a big step for us. Besides, it’s not something I really want to try either.”

“Oh, but it’s great. It spices your sex life up. My boyfriend and I have been doing it forever. He loves watching me.” Jieun nods her head, a slight frown on her. “I’m sure he would love it too.” The two continue their conversation, with Han-na convincing Jieun to talk to you again.

Jieun returns home just as she said she would. Hearing the TV on in the living room, she throws herself at you, laying her head on your lap. “What’s going on Jieun?”

“I just want to lay here for a bit,” Jieun says, pouting. 

You poke her cheek, “Don’t frown like that. It’s okay.” You tell her, running your hands through her hair. 

“Hey, I’ve been thinking about last night. I want to do it.” 

Your eyes shoot down to Jieun, “You want to?”

“Yeah, Han-na says that they do it all the time and that they’re all the better for it and stronger for it. I think that it’ll be good for us.” 

You're hesitant, scared even. “Jieun, I’m not sure. Han-na is…well, she’s different.”

Jieun sits up, “Just this once. If you don’t feel good after, then that’s it. We never try it again.” Her voice was forceful, and you saw the determination in her eyes.

“I guess. If you want to do it so bad.”

Jieun wraps her arms around you, holding you tightly. “Thanks, honey. I just want you to remember that I love you and only you.”

You felt a pit in your stomach; you didn’t like the idea one bit, but you wanted Jieun to be happy. 

That night, she came to you wearing just a pair of white panties. She covered her chest as she walked toward you, biting her lip and struggling to maintain eye contact.“I want to thank you for letting us explore a little bit.” Jieun straddles your lap. She helps you get your shirt off and kisses you softly. She places your hands on her waist, and you grip her softly, staring into her loving eyes as she kisses you. Her hands rest on your chest as your bulge grows harder between her legs. Jieun smiles as she feels it. Her hips move back and forth; she rubs your cock against her crotch, letting out soft moans and mewing. The moonlight dances across her delicate skin as she shifts her weight. “I love you,” She moans. “Please, take me,” Jieun says, staring into your eyes. 

You roll her over onto her back and pull off her panties. She is clean-shaven, and a blush forms across her face when you glance at her. You smile at her and toss the panties to the side before crawling over her and kissing her neck. Jieun wraps her arms around your head, gently pulling you in to tell you to keep going. You grab your cock, stroking it slowly before pressing it against her cunt. Jieun shuts her eyes and moans as she feels you push in. Her walls are pushed apart as you move in. You continue to nip at her neck, giving her more pleasure as you bury yourself inside her. You wait a moment, staring at her as her eyes flutter open. She gives you a slight nod, and you begin moving. You tell her how much she means to you as you thrust. Jieun smiles back at you, listening to your words carefully as she locks her legs around your waist. She pulls you into a kiss, her lips forming a smile as they’re pressed against yours. “I love you so much.” She says, her legs tightening around you. Your thrusts continue at a slow pace as you enjoy her body. Jieun’s moans slowly rise as she reaches her climax, and her grip over you tightens.

You press your lips against Jieun’s, marking your love for her as you bury yourself inside her and cum. She’s breathless as she feels your warm cum move inside her; a gentle smile forms as she pulls you into a hug. The two of you remain in your embrace for a few minutes. You slowly pull out and lay beside her until you both drift off to sleep. 

The next morning, you and Jieun discuss the ground rules for what would be allowed. When you feel uncomfortable, you remind yourself that Jieun wants to try new things and that maybe you would enjoy it, too. Han-na gives Jieun the phone numbers of a couple of guys, John and Al, and soon, everything is set. She had made the calls nervously but managed to get them to come over.

When the day arrived, Jieun shyly welcomed them into your home, dressed only in her underwear as she led them back into the bedroom. She laid on the bed, bringing them up to it. They disrobed first, presenting her their cocks. She took one in each hand, stroking them slowly; it was the first time she would be with someone else, let alone two people at once.

You were uncomfortable with the situation from the start. Al and John touched Jieun, their hands wandering her body as you sat there. Jieun was focused on them, her moans moving through the room as they stripped her of her underwear. Once she had bared it all to them, they explored her body. John ran his fingers along her stomach; once he reached her cunt he pushed two fingers inside. Jieun squirmed, her legs trapping his hand in place as her lips formed an O. Al pulled on her nipples roughly, making them stretch before letting go. Jieun smiled. She was enjoying all the attention she was getting from them. He was the first to make a move; Al grabbed his cock and stuffed it into her mouth without a care. 

Jieun’s eyes shot open; she looked at him as her lips stretched around his cock, forming a tight seal. Jieun moaned around it, John’s fingers still moving inside her cunt. “That’s it bitch, lick it like you love it,” Al grunted as he held Jieun’s face and thrust over half his length into her mouth. Jieun’s eyes began to water, and she struggled to take it in.

John had enough watching and pulled his fingers out of Jieun, wiping them off on her stomach before moving her onto all fours. She continued to suck on Al’s cock, her tongue moving up and down his shaft as she felt John press his cock against her cunt. “Oh, you’re going to be a tight one,” he says before ramming his entire length inside Jieun. Her scream is muffled; you notice her gripping the bedsheets tightly. John didn’t wait, thrusting quickly into Jieun’s cunt, slapping her ass. Jieun bounces from one cock to the other; John’s thrusts cause her body to lurch forward into Al’s. You watched as Jieun got into it, her senses leaving her. Jieun’s grip slowly loosens; she places her hands on Al’s thighs as she bobs her head as best she can. Her eyes become half-lidded, and her scream soon turns to moans. “Fuck Jieun, you’re so tight.” John groans as he grips her waist, pulling her back into her thrusts.

Jieun was enjoying herself; that much was clear. As the pleasure came in, her body began to loosen. She reached down, cupping Al’s balls as she bobbed her head. “You’re a dirty bitch.” He commented. She glanced up at him before her eyes returned downward. “I’m going to cum, I want you to drink it all.” Jieun nodded her head. As Al’s cock began to throb, he pushed Jieun’s head to the base. She was choking on his cock as he came, her mouth was filled with his semen, and it spilled out of her, running down her chin. Jieun coughs as he pulls out, but her hand reaches up, stroking his cock. She stares into his eyes as she licks her lips. Her eyes were red, and her face was a mess.  

“Can I have some more?” She asks. Those were the first words out of her mouth since this began, and they hurt you. You may have had a hard-on, but you weren’t enjoying this. You felt dejected and stayed quiet as they continued.

Al smiles and grabs Jieun’s hair, pulling her back onto his cock and letting her tongue go to work. John continued his thrusts, each one with increasing speed. “Shit, I’m going to cum. I’m going to do it inside.” John reaches over, rubbing her clit quickly and shocking Jieun with the sudden mass of pleasure.

“Give it to me, cum inside me,” Jieun said, pulling away from Al just to say that. Your mouth drops that was against the rules you had set up together. John doesn’t hesitate, impaling Jieun on his cock and cumming inside her pussy. Jieun’s body shakes, and she cums on his cock. She revels in the feeling of his warm cum inside her; there’s a look of pure bliss on her face. Her tongue slows to a crawl as it moves over Al’s cock. She was lost in a world of pleasure. You saw the dazed look in her eyes as they pulled out of her and switched places. John didn’t need to say a word; Jieun reached for his cock and wrapped her lips around it, bobbing her head and moaning as she felt Al push his cock into her aching pussy. 

They continued for some time, and Jieun begged for Al to cum in her too. Their cum mixed inside her as she continued her blowjob. John decided to dirty her even more, coating her face in his cum and leaving her a tired mess on the bed as they got dressed and left. 

You’re sitting in the corner of the room, feeling absolutely disheartened that Jieun would break the rules you had in place and never want to do this again. “Jieun…” You say, too depressed to even ask your question.

“Come here, I want more,” Jieun says in a tired voice. You look up to see Jieun spreading her folds, revealing the cum-coated cunt. You didn’t want to see her like this. It was a far departure from the woman you knew. 

When you didn’t come to her, Jieun crawled off the bed, staying on her knees as she approached you. She pulled out your cock and began sucking it. Her tongue lapped at it as if she was a hungry beast. Her hand stroked the base of your cock as she looked up at you. There was cum across her face, running down it as worked your cock. You couldn’t hold back, and came in her mouth, feeding her appetite. Jieun pulled away slowly, moving toward the bed and bending herself over it, shaking her ass for you. “Come on, baby. I want your cock.” 

You watch as cum runs down her leg and look at her ass; it’s bright red from John’s slaps. You stand up slowly and get behind Jieun, thrusting slowly and trying to recapture the feelings from the other night. “Harder, give it to me harder,” Jieun says in a depraved voice. Your heart dropped at that moment; she wasn’t the same person. You continue thrusting at your pace, eventually getting Jieun there. She lays on the bed, sleeping there as you head out for a walk. You try to digest everything you saw, believing she couldn’t change like that. You were just blowing things out of proportion.

When you return home, you find Jieun stepping out of the bathroom. “Honey! There you are.” She says, running over to hug you. “That was great, wasn’t it?” She says with a beaming smile. “I can’t wait to do it again.” You give her a half-hearted smile and sit on the couch in the living room. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

You let out all your feelings. “I don’t want to do that again. Jieun, it hurt to see you like that, and you broke one of the rules. We said you weren’t going to let them cum inside. I-I just don’t want to do this again.” You say, tears forming in your eyes. Jieun sits next to you silently, patting your back. “This was a mistake; I want it to be just you and me.” She doesn’t say a word, just wrapping her arms around you and patting your back. You continued to explain your feelings on the subject until you exhausted yourself. 

During the night, Jieun thought to herself about what you said. Her thoughts slowly went back to how John and Al handled her; she reached down, fingering herself as she recalled it all. She couldn’t let it be a one-time thing; the temptation lingered in her. The next morning, you woke up on the couch, not feeling comfortable enough to sleep in your bed with Jieun. You wish her well as you head off to work. Jieun sits at home, talking with Han-na. “So, how was it? Did you both enjoy it?”

“It was great Han-na. John and Al did so many things to me. I felt so dirty.” Jieun says, her fingers moving to her slit as she imagines them taking her again. “They were so rough with me.”

“Yeah, they’re like that. What about your boyfriend? Did he enjoy it?”

Jieun pauses, knowing what the truth is. “Y-yeah, he enjoyed it too.”

“That’s great; most couples try it and figure out they can’t do it. It’s super important to respect each other’s feelings with this sort of thing, you know?” 

Jieun nods her head, “Yeah, very important.” A pang of guilt hits her as their conversation continues, and Jieun details what they did.

As days pass, Jieun increasingly thinks about the experience; the temptation is getting to her. You come home, opening the door, and calling out to Jieun. You don’t hear a response, but you hear something that makes your heart drop. Moans were coming from the bedroom. You approach slowly, hoping your mind is playing tricks on you. The door was open just a crack, but it was enough to send your world spiraling. You felt like throwing up as you saw Jieun being taken by John and Al; they were taking her ass and pussy. “Harder! I want more!” Jieun screamed. Her legs were wrapped around Al’s waist as he and John thrust into her. Jieun’s body was covered in sweat and semen; her hair was plastered to her forehead. “I’m cumming!” She moaned, “Fucking cum in me, give me it all.” She cried out. A moment later, she felt her whole body be filled with their cum; Al’s flooded her womb while John’s filled her guts.

You couldn’t control yourself; you started crying again. “How could you!” You yell from the other side of the door, refusing to look at her any longer.

Y+They ignored you. You could hear their moans continue, Jieun pleading for more. You repeat yourself, kicking the door open in frustration. She was still between their bodies, their cock sliding in and out of her. “I needed them. I want to be with them,” She moans before kissing Al. You can’t take it anymore and leave the house. They continued after you left, not caring one bit. You drown yourself in alcohol, knowing you were right; the woman you knew was gone. Your lovely girlfriend turned into a slut at the first sign of attention. You feel like ending it all. At that moment, you see Han-na walking into the bar. You get up and walk toward her, “It’s all your fault!” You yell at her, throwing the glass in your hand to the wall and breaking it. “Jieun and I were perfectly happy until you started spewing your shit about a wild bedroom. Now she’s out fucking other guys just because it felt good. It’s your damn fault!” You grab Han-na, shaking her violently as you vent your anger. Between it all, you begin to cry. You thought you would be with Jieun forever. That you would marry and have a family, but it all slipped between your fingers because you didn’t say anything.

Han-na recognizes the sadness in your eyes and lets you release your anger before taking you outside to a nearby park, where you spill your guts to her. She looks at you with pity, realizing the lies she was told. She ended her friendship with Jieun that day. You moved out soon after refusing to see Jieun any longer as you tried to rebuild your life. Han-na kept tabs on Jieun, watching as the pure girl you knew became a depraved woman. She had begun going out in skimpy clothing and fucking any man she could pick up. Han-na felt disgusted by herself for leading to this situation, and she tried to help you however she could. You couldn’t recover from the loss, though. It ate at you every day.

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⭐️Worth it to be with you⭐️

A Hermit College Social Media au-

Part 4: Ethubs interlude

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The worms. They got to me. I had to write how the proposal went down or I was gonna lose my mind. So, enjoy this lol.

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Part 5

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Bdubs hung up the phone with a huge grin plastered across his face.

He’d been offered a trial position at the garden center, bringing him one step closer to his dream job!

His immediate thought was to go and tell Etho of his good news but a chime of his phone reminded him that his boyfriend had left to run an errand about an hour ago. The incoming text one informing him he will be home in ten minutes.

Responding quickly Bdubs takes to twitter where he quotes his own tweet informing his chronically online friends about the update in his job status.

Unsurprisingly, his first comment is one from Etho telling him what he had already heard all week, that he would get the job no doubt. He smiled as he responded to his comment before closing his phone and going to relax on the couch.

All of the anxious energy that had been surrounding him the last seven days had left him in an instant upon receiving the good news. He is confident enough in his knowledge and skills to know he will ace this trial. It’s what he spent four years studying and working on, he’s got this!

As he surfs the tv for something to watch the telltale jingle of keys alerts him of his boyfriends return to their apartment. Smiling to himself, he rises from the couch and goes to greet Etho.

The second the door is open Etho is dropping a bag on the counter and scooping Bdubs into a hug, lifting his feet off the ground and spinning them around a few times, he deposits him back on his feet before taking his face in his hands.

“I told you they’d love you! I told you they’d want to have you! I'm so proud of you baby!”

Before Bdubs can respond he is brought into a soft kiss. He kisses back immediately, their lips move in a slow pace for a few seconds before Etho pulls back, hands still firmly on Bdubs cheeks.

“I’m so happy. I can’t believe it!”

They smile at each other before Etho moves his hands, running them down the length of Bdubs arms, ending at his hands which he grasps within his own.

“Why don’t we go out and celebrate? Nothing crazy, just a nice dinner in town?”

He is touched by his boyfriends thoughtfulness, he hasn’t even officially got the job yet he wants to celebrate like he did. Bdubs loves him so much.

“I would like that very much. Where were you thinking exactly?”

Etho, still with his hands clasped within his, brings them over to the couch, they sit down and Bdubs immediately snuggles into his side, Etho brings his arm around Bdubs shoulders, squeezing him just that little bit closer.

“What about that new place down by the pier? I heard good things about it from my coworker.”

Bdubs hums and agrees, Etho grabs his phone from his pocket and checks the restaurant's availability. Luckily, they have room for them at 7pm, leaving them with five hours before they need to be there.

They settle in for a bit, simply relaxing in each other's presence, speaking idly about whatever comes to mind, the low hum of whatever reality show Bdubs landed on earlier in the background.

Eventually, after getting ready and heading out they arrive in time for their reservation.

The meal is wonderful and Bdubs is sure they will be back, as they leave the restaurant Etho suggests they walk down the beach and then the length of the pier. Bdubs of course agrees and they make their way down.

Etho takes a few pictures, mostly of his boyfriend, at the end, Bdubs makes fun of him for being such a sappy romantic and Etho doesn’t deny the taunts.

They decide to walk back and towards the nearby park, one they frequented often during college.

With the stress and hectic workloads of their college years, trips to the park were sacred and theirs to share. They would spend nights lying together under the stars, talking about their future and what life would potentially look like after they graduate.

Now here they are, one year post graduation and still just as in love as they were back then.

Etho leads them towards the place they would always end up, the big oak tree towards the back entrance of the park. It is up a small hill and gives a great view of the park's beautiful flower gardens.

Bdubs can’t wait to start working with plants again.

He hadn’t spent a lot of time, outside of his house plants, in a garden since senior year. Admittedly, finding work within his field isn’t the easiest thing to do, so when the current job vacancy opened up in the garden center Bdubs jumped on the opportunity.

Ever the gentleman, Etho lays his jacket on the ground so they don’t get their pants wet from the grass.

They sit side by side, squished together on the small space of the jacket and look out at the flower beds.

Comfortable silence isn’t rare with them despite what their friends might say, Bdubs can be quiet when he wants to be. With Etho, sometimes actions speak louder than words and that’s exactly what this moment is. Hands clasped together resting on Etho's knee, Bdubs head leaning on his boyfriend's shoulder, everything about this screams “I love you” without either of them saying the words aloud.

After a while, Etho shifts and Bdubs raises his head from its perch. He watches, slightly confused as his boyfriend turns to face him.

Etho speaks before he can ask what’s up.

“Bdubs. I have to tell you something.”

Bdubs is on edge immediately, his mind races briefly but he stops himself from spiraling.

“You can tell me anything. You know that.”

His boyfriend smiles at him before he proceeds.

“While tonight was definitely about celebrating you and your accomplishments, I'll admit I had ulterior motives.”

Bdubs watches as Etho reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box.

A ring box.

He gasps, his hand flying up to his mouth. Tears begin welling in his eyes and as he looks into Ethos, mismatched red and brown, he sees that they too are misty.

Etho continues.

“This box has been burning a hole in my pocket for months. I have been wanting to give this to you for so long baby it’s made me slightly crazy. I confided in Scar of all people, that alone should tell you how much I was losing it.”

Bdubs chuckles at his boyfriend's words.

Etho opens the box and laid carefully inside is a thin silver band, as Bdubs looks closer he sees a small daisy engraving. The flowers Etho got him on their first date.

“I knew from the moment I met you that you were the one for me. That one day, I would get down on one knee and ask you to spend the rest of our lives together. You are everything to me baby. I can’t imagine ever spending a day without you by my side.”

He is fully crying now, tears roll down his face and he frantically wipes them away as he listens to Ethos speech.

Etho shifts once again, changing his position to be kneeling. He holds out the box to Bdubs and asks the fateful question.

“BdoubleO will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

He lets out a sob then, throwing himself at his boyfriend, no, his fiancé. Etho startles a laugh at the sudden attack, quickly wrapping his arms around the babbling man on top of him.

“Yes yes yes yes yes of course I’ll marry you!”

Bdubs brings their lips together in a frenzied kiss. Etho kisses him back with the same ferocity.

Eventually, they pull back and the ring makes it onto Bdubs finger. Etho tells him that he had a matching one for himself back home and Bdubs can’t wait to put it on him.

On the way home, they stop at a small stand selling bouquets. As if it is fate one of the few remaining is entirely made of daisies.

Bouquet in hand they continue their walk back to their apartment.

They spend the rest of the night in each other's arms, trading kisses and whispering words of love and adoration.

The next day comes and as always Etho is up before Bdubs.

Sitting up in bed Etho looks down at where Bdubs is sleeping.

His hand is resting on the mattress, ring on full display, bringing his own adorned hand down, Etho runs his fingers through his fiancés hair, smoothing it back from where it fell over his forehead.

He retreats to the kitchen to make coffee for the two of them.

Once he returns to their bedroom, Bdubs has woken up.

With a barely concealed yawn Bdubs sits up, Etho hands him his mug before sitting next to him.

“Good morning fiance.”

Bdubs grins at the greeting facing Etho before leaning forward to kiss his cheek.

“Morning fiance.”

It’s Etho’s turn to kiss his cheek and they sit together and enjoy their morning coffee.

Bdubs phone pings on the nightstand where he tossed it the night before, he grabs it and checks the notification.

Meanwhile, Etho has turned, placing his mug on his own nightstand, he looks out the window of their cozy apartment.

Unaware of Bdubs having finished his response he hears the sound of a camera's shutter and turns back around to see Bdubs with his phone held up, clearly having taken a picture of him.

He glares at him slightly before making the split second decision to tackle him against the sheets.

“ETHO!”

His fiancé yells in protest but laughter is evident in his voice, Etho smothers his face in quick kisses, reducing Bdubs to a pile of giggling goo underneath him.

“And you called me the sap last night for taking pictures of you. I seem to have found myself betrothed to a hypocrite.”

“Well what can I say, you’re just too beautiful. Someone had to capture it.”

Etho kisses him then. They get lost in each other for the rest of the morning. Rising from bed in the early afternoon, they eat a late breakfast or rather an early lunch.

Eventually, they decide that they should share their happy news with their closest friends. Etho decides the best way to do this is with a vague tweet. A picture of their clasped hands, rings on full display.

Bdubs agrees, finding it rather humorous.

If their phones blow up within seconds well, neither of them care. They will respond later.

Right now, they are young and in love.

And isn’t that just the absolute best thing ever.

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Hope you enjoyed !!

[jo-harrington]

Corroded Coffin Fest - Day 1 - Firsts

Summary: The boys' first official practice together has a bit of a bumpy start.

Word Count: 669 (nice)

Rating: T

Warnings/Themes: Friendship, angst, mentions of FOI, Freak #3 is named Dave in my universe.

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There was tension in the air.

Tension and maybe a little bit of BO. It was the last stretch of summer, after all, and they were four teenage boys standing in a garage.

The setup wasn't bad though, and Mrs. Emerson had set up a card table full of snacks and drinks in the corner.

"Alright," Gareth cleared his throat awkwardly. "So do we want to eat first or should we just get right to it?"

Jeff's head turned to Eddie, immediately deferring to the leader of the band for the final say, and the other two were quick to follow suit.

And in that moment, Eddie faltered.

No matter how excited they'd all been discussing this in the cafeteria the other day, it still felt wrong. Like something was missing.

There was no Ronnie.

No Dougie.

And no more second chances when it came to his friends.

Eddie looked down at his feet and let his sneakers shuffle against the smooth concrete floor as feelings of self-doubt crashed into him.

What if he fumbled it all again? What if he let them down? What if their sound really wasn't as good as Corroded Coffin's had been the first time around? At least they had something then; this was new, this was fresh, this was different.

Even worse, what if he tried to push them to be better and they just thought he was chasing after the fame game again? Even though he'd sworn to himself that if they were going to do this, they were going to do it right.

He hadn't exactly done much to earn anyone's trust back yet; a summer wasn't gonna undo all of the bullshit he'd put his friends through.

Eddies thoughts--his fears--grew and grew until they were just a buzzing drone in his head and there was a tight, anxious grip on his heart that made him feel like he was about to pass out.

"You know," Jeff spoke up after a few short, painfully quiet moments, "the first time I picked up a guitar to play with you and Dougie and Ronnie, you told me I sucked."

Eddie's head snapped up and he watched acrooked smile grow on Jeff's face.

He remembered those early day, before Jeff was officially part of the band. He said that he wanted to learn guitar he would give anything to sit in on their practices. Showed up the next day with an old out-of-tune fender and no idea what a chord was.

"I didn't have callouses yet so I kept having to stop for a break," Jeff massaged his fingers, remembering the phantom pains. "Then I got frustrated when I wasn't getting any of the things you showed me. I almost gave up, actually. I wasn't gonna show up for the next practice, but you stopped me before I got in my mom's car. Told me that I wasn't gonna get better if I just quit."

There was a heavy emphasis on the word quit, and Eddie closed his eyes, as if his friend would stop seeing directly into his soul if he did.

"I don't know how you knew man," Jeff continued, voice laden with intention. "But you did. And look at us now."

"Still a garage band in Indiana," Eddie snorted in self-deprecation.

"Uh, we're only gonna be the best garage band Indiana has ever seen," Dave interjected. "We just...have to play some music."

Gareth let out a whoop of agreement and Eddie opened his eyes to find the three younger boys staring at him expectantly once again.

"What do you say man?" Jeff asked. "First official song of the first practice of the new Corroded Coffin. What should we play?"

And Eddie stood there for a moment, contemplating, weighing and judging his options like this was the most important decision he would make in his life.

Maybe it was.

Finally, with one last glance down to his feet, he took a breath, pulled his shoulders back, and asked,

"How well do you guys know Flight of Icarus?"

[idontplaytrack]

New beginnings, new life, new love

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader(+ Cadina)

Warnings: fluff, some coarse language, some descriptions of labour + delivery

Read other parts here! Cady and Regina welcome their baby boy.

“Hey, Reg.” You stepped into the kitchen to see Regina by the stove, making breakfast, “Where’s Cady?”

“Hi, baby.” She smiled slightly, “Cady went to work early. I woke up late, didn’t wanna wake you.” 

“Oh, right. I forgot.” You replied, “You could’ve woke me, I wouldn’t have minded.”

“It’s okay, this is perfectly manageable.” She assured, “I swear.”

“Alright.” You slid down into a chair at the dining table, watching her.

“How’d you sleep?” 

“Uh, okay, I guess.” You bit back a sigh. She turned around and walked over with two plates of french toast and fruit.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“I’m not sure I want to dump more stuff on you that you need to worry about, Reg.”

“No, it’s okay. Talk to me.” Regina insists, handing you a knife and fork.

“Well, awhile ago I had this conversation with Janis where I told her I was anxious about our future— mine and hers. Seeing you and Cady going through with IVF and waiting and waiting to see if it worked, then the symptoms and stuff and — I just kind of got to thinking myself. Thinking if I want to go through that, or if I wanna have kids at all. It’s not that I want a way to conceive that’s a guarantee, but a part of my brain somehow convinced me that I’m gonna end up like Mom. There are so many possibilities that I’m scared, terrified even.”

“I get that.” Those were the first words that came out of her mouth, “I went through that same thought process before we eventually went ahead with IVF. But, I know I’m getting better and better, and I’ll do all I can to break the cycle.” 

“You asked me…last week if I wanted to be there, when it’s time but I don’t think I can do it.”

“I’m not going to make you be there, it’s okay.” Regina told you, “Okay? You’ve helped me more than enough as it is. Don’t stress about it anymore. I’m not mad.” 

You ate a forkful of french toast before saying, “Technically, I’ll be there…just outside.”

“And I appreciate that. Yeah?” 

Giving her a firm nod, Regina then quickly moved to a different topic of conversation. “Do you wanna hear names?” 

“Ooh, you haven’t told anyone else?” You let out a soft gasp.

“Nope. Just Cady.” Regina grins, taking a swig of water. 

“Fun.” You chuckled, looking at her in anticipation.

“We’ve narrowed it down to three.” She began, “Ashby Cole, Wyatt— just Wyatt. Then…Jace Kinsley.”

“Oh, I love Wyatt.” You remarked.

“I thought of that.” Regina laughs, “Ashby and Kinsley were Cady’s idea. But they’re cute, so I don’t mind them.”

Janis returns home first that evening, and you immediately ran into her arms when she walked through the door. “Hi, honey.” She smooches you on the cheek, then a few more times for good measure. You chuckle, “Hi.” Then, you kiss her back. 

“Hi, G.” 

Your sister flashes Janis a small smile before focusing her attention on the TV again. “I bought dinner. Thai food, for you.” She looked over at Regina. “Tacos for you, from El Cielo.” 

“Maybe later.” You sighed. Cady comes home at this moment.

“She has a migraine.” Regina just mentioned it oh-so-casually, you clicked your tongue in annoyance.

“What?” Regina squinted her eyes at you, “You can tell me that but I tell her and it’s suddenly a problem? It’s not like you’re gonna hide it.”

You yank your wrist away from Janis’ grip then left the living room, leaving Janis standing right there. “Geez.” Regina grumbled. Janis didn’t know what to do for a moment. “Shit.”

Regina sighs, “I really need to shut up, don’t I?”

“Regina— no, it’s just— you know what? I’ll be right back.” Janis decided to leave the living area too and went to look for you in the bedroom. Regina was fine, you on the other hand…not exactly.

“Hey, what was that?” She asked you.

“Nothing.” You shrugged, avoiding Janis’ eyes. “Just a headache.”

“I know that, but she’s just worried.”

“She didn’t have to tell you and bother you with it.” You continued staring out the window. “I’ll be fine.”

“I don’t get bothered by that. Never by anything that concerns you and the people I care about.” Janis shrugs, sitting down in the spot next to you. 

“I’m in a bit of a bad mood. My period just started— a whole week early.” You admitted, “I’m sorry. I didn’t have to pull my hand away like that.” 

“I get it. Everything hurts, it’s frustrating.” Janis answered, “You haven’t taken pain meds yet, I’m guessing?”

“Not yet, no. Just had to strip the sheets, wash it and clean the mattress because I somehow managed to stain it.” 

“I’m gonna grab you the Midol. Take it, then take a nap. If you can’t fall asleep, it’s okay. Just lie down and rest for a while.”

You didn’t say anything and just laid down on the freshly changed bed, until she returned with water and the meds. “Thank you.” 

“No problem.” She says, watching you take the pill. You swallowed it with some water then set the water bottle down on your nightstand.

“I’m gonna go take a shower, if you need anything. we’re right outside.” She says before planting a kiss to your forehead.

You nodded silently, pulling the blanket up to your shoulders. You closed your eyes, but were almost certain you wouldn't be able to get much restful sleep. Because ever since Hawai’i, your period symptoms started to include terrible nausea too and sometimes? That comes with throwing up. Though, yes, you were indeed craving for the tacos. 

After drifting in and out of sleep for awhile, the sound of the water in Janis’ shower hitting the floors was somehow making your stomach churn. Before you could even process it, you were running to the bathroom and bursting through the door— luckily, the door wasn’t locked. Well, there goes the pain meds.

“What the fuck—” Janis was shocked. “Are you okay?” 

“No, not really.” You scoffed, annoyed. “I think the migraine did this, or the bloat. Maybe both.” You rinsed out your mouth and just stood there staring in the mirror until Cady’s voice snapped you out of your daze. “y/n, do you want some ginger tea?”

“No, I can’t—” You sigh, “Do we still have those dried plums? Jan, the li hing mui.”

“We do. Dad got more.” Janis answered first. “There’s some in my purse. If not, the pantry.”

“Fuck, I just wanna sleep.” You groaned.

“I’m sorry.” Janis said over the shower curtain. “I’ll be out in a few minutes. Just sit for awhile, yeah?” 

“Fine.” You grumbled, leaving the bathroom with Cady. Regina hands you a container of the dried plums, “Thanks, Reg.” 

“Poor thing.”

You chuckled wryly, “Sure, Reg.” 

“Wow, I’ve met my match, huh.” She joked.

“You are so lucky.” You grumbled, “You don’t get all this during your period.” 

“Well, I believe I’ve definitely paid for it during pregnancy.” Regina shrugged, “Go lie down again.”

You scoff, “No way unless one of you wants to mop the floor if I spew whatever’s left inside my stomach.”

“But you’re sleepy.”

“I know that, Jan.” You look up at her and she grabs your hands. 

“C’mon.” She tugs on your hands, “Let’s go to our room.”

You whined, leaning forward and your head rests just below her chest. Janis rubs your back. “You want me to carry you?” She asks with a laugh. “Yes?” You answered hesitantly.

“I’m serious, you know.” She plants a kiss on the top of your head. “Come on, up we go.” 

“Oh, you are so still the same girl you were.” Regina commented, “Clingy, clingy, clingy.” 

“Okay, okay, okay.” You exhaled harshly, letting Janis carry you off the couch. Cady and Janis tried not to laugh but did anyway. Regina only raised an eyebrow and smirked. “I hope you’ll be able to get some rest, baby.”

“Don’t smirk at me.” You sneered.

Janis cackles, rubbing your back as the both of you retreated to the bedroom. 

“You’re gonna sleep.” Janis says, leading you to sit down on the bed with her.

“No.” 

“I know what to do.” Janis shrugs, “Come on. Lay on me.” 

“Do you really think that would work?”

Janis squints, “Of course.We both know it always makes you sleepy, so…get on.” You obliged, kind of straddling her and having your head on her shoulder— the usual. 

After some time, Janis sets you down in bed and leaves the room. She hangs around the living area with your sister and Cady, having dinner together. “Everything is packed, right?”

“With her? Of course. It’s been ready for at least a month. She’s so scared.” 

“Scared?” The redhead’s eyes go wide. 

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“Calm down, Cady.” Regina laughs as she got into the front passenger seat, “Well, get in. You’re driving us to the birth centre or am I?” 

Cady cracked a smile as she took a deep breath, “I am. Let’s go.” 

“Let’s fucking go. Let’s do this.” Regina nodded.

“Janis said they’ll meet us there in a couple hours.” Cady says while keeping her focus on the road.

Regina hums, “I know. y/n’s asleep still. Plus, I want them to eat before they rush to the centre. It’s gonna take awhile anyway.”

“Dr. Dunn said we could go in already.” Cady reminded.

“I know, you worrywart.”

“I am not.” Cady gasps playfully. Regina smirks, “I’m fine. The contractions are still a piece of cake right now.”

“Yeah, right now.” Cady turned her head to glance at Regina for a moment. 

“Cady, everything is literally going as planned.” Regina bites back a chuckle, “I’m having a contraction right now and I’m just chilling. That should tell you something.”

“That tells me you should note it down on your phone.” Cady sassed.

“Doing that right now, baby.” Regina used her phone with one hand while the other squeezed Cady’s thigh in reassurance.

“I know, it’s just all new to us and I don’t want to take any chances. I’m sorry, I’ll try not to be in freak-out mode.” Cady took a few deep breaths after speaking, “I’m glad you’re not in too much pain.”

“I get it. Just trying to lighten the mood.” Regina shrugs, “but we got this, yeah? We’ve done all the research and learning we can up until this point.” While Cady and Regina arrived at the centre, you’d just woken up. “Sooo…after breakfast, we’re going to the birth centre. Cady and Regina just got there.”

“Why didn’t you guys wake me?” You huffed.

“Hey, I’m just following your sister’s orders. She didn’t want you just stumbling out of bed. You had a late shift yesterday.” Janis sat down with you, pushing a plate of waffles and sausage in front of you. You mumbled a thank-you and promptly dug in. “They say anything else?”

Janis shook her head, “Nothing other than the fact that Regina’s all settled in. Want something to drink?”

“Sure.” You agreed.

“Tea, two sugars? Or do you want coffee?”

“Tempting, but since we gotta head out, no coffee.”

Janis laughs, “I figured.”

You yawned, then chuckled, “Sorry.”

Janis replied, “You’re good. Sure you wanna go?”

“Yeah, I promised I'd be there at least.” 

She places the mug in front of you, next to your plate, “Here you go.”

“Thanks, Jan.” You nodded, mouth full with half-chewed food.

“No problem, honey.”

After breakfast, Janis drove the both of you to the birth centre where Regina and Cady were at. Knocking on the door, Janis enters first and you were right behind her, holding onto her hand. “Hey, guys.”

“Hey.” Regina smiled back.

“Since you said food and drinks are fine, we picked up a smoothie for you on the way here.” You placed the bag down on the table.

“Aw, thank you.” Regina’s face lit up again.

“There’s some snacks in the bag too.” Janis quipped, “Any progress?”

“Uh, no. Not yet. They said it’ll be pretty slow. And it sure feels like it.” She chuckles humourlessly. 

“You’re close, Regina.” Janis smiled softly, “It’s happening.”

Cady looks at you, a little concerned. “I’m fine.” You told her. She nodded, you sat down on one of the chairs while Janis sat on the side of the bed. 

Regina was so calm and relaxed, you were thoroughly impressed. She looks at you, saying, “I’m okay, everything’s going great. They just checked me before you guys got here.”

“That’s good, Reg.” You smiled in some relief. 

“Thanks for being here.” She reached out for your hand, squeezing it, “I know what we talked about and I really appreciate this.”

“I know how much it means to you. I wanna be here for you— as much as I can.” 

You hung around for a couple hours, then went to your therapy appointment before returning. When you entered the room, Regina stirred in her sleep and woke up. “You came back.” She chuckled.

You nodded, mirroring her smile, “How ya feeling, Reg?”

“Contractions have become more painful and a little closer together but I’m just chilling, baby. Managed to sleep for quite a while.” She was in a good mood. “Janis went to eat, Cady followed. I made them go out because they were so anxious, it’s kinda funny.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re in a good mood, Reg.”

Janis called you while you were watching TV with Regina. So you went to a corner to answer the call. “Hey.”

“Are you back?” 

“Yeah, got back here awhile ago.” 

“Do you want anything? Me and Cady are about to head back there as well.” 

“No, I’m okay. Thanks, though.”

“Alright, honey.”

About ten minutes later, Cady and Janis came back. Janis sat down on an armchair and pulled you into her lap. Cady sat next to the bed to keep Regina company, of course. “How are we doing?” Janis asked, resting her chin on your shoulder.

“Getting a little irritated because the pain’s getting more intense.” Regina admitted flatly, “But that’s expected.” 

Cady asked, “Did you manage to sleep?”

“Yeah, I only just woke up when y/n came back from her therapy session. Fell asleep when you and Janis went to eat.”

The waiting was keeping everyone on the edge of their seat, but with each check, with each hour, Regina got closer to the finish line. You fell asleep yourself, completely not expecting this level of peace and quiet during an admittedly distressing and painful time. Your sister was something else. You nodded off for awhile, and in the meantime, you knew the three of them were chatting. It was going to be a pretty long day…they got here at around 9am and it was currently nearing 7pm. And things have picked up its pace. Regina was starting to feel the burn, and she was barely able to sit still. Her team came into the room and started to set up, and there was a shift in the atmosphere. It started to get a little hectic for your liking. But, you stayed in the room, seated in the armchair while Janis sat next to you on the armrest with an arm around you. 

“One centimetre to go, Regina.” Dr. Dunn declared, “Are we ready?”

Regina gave the doctor a firm nod, “Yep.”

“You’re doing perfect. Deep breaths, listen to your body. We’re ready for you and baby boy, okay?” 

Regina couldn’t respond before another contraction coursed through her body, causing her face to scrunch up briefly. She squeezed Cady’s hand, and the redhead just let her— obviously, while telling her words of assurances to get her through it. Just like she’s been doing for hours and hours. 

“The tub’s ready, so if that’s what you want, you can go in there. It’s completely up to you.” Dr. Dunn added on.

“Okay.” Regina answered quietly, trying to focus on her breathing.

“Water’s warm, so it could help alleviate some of that.” Cady mentions. 

“Can I go in there now?” Regina asked, looking at Dunn. Her brows were furrowed together— it seemed that the pain was finally getting to her.

“Yeah.” Dunn nodded, “Of course. Undress to whatever level you’re comfortable with and go ahead.” Within the next minute, Cady and the doctor helps Regina into the tub. And honestly the sight of her accepting help without a fight freaked you out— and you hated that it did. Why was it scaring you?

Janis definitely picked up on how tense you were, because you felt her rubbing your lower back. Then she was looking at you with worried eyes. You gave her a look in return, to silently tell her you were going to step outside. You left, she told Cady. And Regina obviously heard it, but she knew better than to stop you because it’d already been discussed. Besides, her priority now was to deliver this baby safely. And hopefully quickly because the pain was going to make her cry soon. 

Janis stayed behind for awhile, but Regina told her to go outside and be with you. “She’s fine.”

“So am I. But she’s your partner, I think she needs you more than I do.” Regina replied, resting her chin on folded arms that were on the edge of the tub. She was kneeling, because she could no longer sit comfortably. While Janis was still standing, Cady had already made herself comfortable and sat on the floor. “Do you want me to be in there with you?”

“This is good.” Regina hummed, shutting her eyes. That meant another contraction was making its way through her body. She held on tight to Cady’s hand and breathed through it, this time, a little grunt fell from her lips. “I can feel the head coming down.” She mumbles. 

“I’ll go call the doctor back in.” Janis said, scurrying to exit the suite. And once the doctor had entered the room, Janis sat outside with you. “We can go home, honey. It’s alright.”

“I know. I just want to be here for her, but my brain is still so easily…terrified.”

“Hey, you are. You’re here right now, baby. She knows you are. It’s okay to be scared, I mean, have you seen Cady the last few weeks? Heck, even the last month? Today’s the calmest she’s been in awhile.” She wraps her arms around, “She’s in great hands, and Regina gets it. You guys talked about it, there will be no hard feelings if we stay out here, or just head home. We’ll get to see the baby soon either way.” 

“You’re right. Just had a little moment, that’s all.” You sniffed, leaning your head on her shoulder, “I’m okay. She’s okay, everything is going well.”

Janis pulls you closer and kisses the side of your head, just holding you in silence as you continue to calm down. The brief surge in anxiety faded away, getting replaced by excitement. You couldn’t hear anything that was happening on the other side of that door until piercing cries filled your ears. You and Janis gasped almost in unison, and you sat upright. “Oh, my God.” You mumbled. Several minutes later, Cady emerged from the door and said that you two could go in. So you did, Janis held onto your hand, still. “Holy shit, he’s cute.” Janis gasped, speaking in a whisper. Cady rolled her eyes at the language, Regina just laughs as she lightly bounces the bundled up newborn in her arms. You stepped closer to get a better look, and your heart as good as melted into a puddle. He was so, so tiny and adorable. So damn precious. 

“Red hair?” Janis notices. 

“Damn, I know.” Regina lets out a soft sigh, admiring her sleepy baby boy. “Hopefully he gets my height.” 

Cady sulked jokingly, “Anyway.” She sits down carefully next to Regina on the bed, “We have a name.” Cady and Regina shared a look before your sister nodded, “Jace. Jace Kinsley Heron-George.” 

“That’s a cool name.” You chimed in.

“He’s going to grow up to be the coolest kiddo.” Janis grins, looking at the baby again. “I mean…”

“That, I agree. He has you two as aunts, and Karen and Gretchen. And Damian’s going to be amazing, too.” Regina looked up at you and Janis, teary eyed. “Wow, I’m actually crying. This is crazy.”

Cady cups her face and tilted it towards herself, capturing Regina’s lips into her own, “I love you. And I love Jace, so very much.”

Regina sniffles, “I love you more. Thank you for choosing me, I literally couldn’t be here today without you.” Regina looked at you again, a tear slipping from her eyes, “Or you.” Then Janis, “And you.”

You put an arm around your sister, planting a kiss on her head, “I’m so proud of you.” 

“Thank you, baby.” Regina looked at you with the biggest goddamn smile, and watery eyes. You started tearing up, too. You knew those three words from her meant more than just simple gratitude for what you told her a few seconds ago. So much more. 

The baby was born at around 10:30, and once the adrenaline wore off, you were all just wanting to sleep and get some rest. You and Janis got to hold Jace before leaving though. And seeing Janis holding him? Damn, something changed within you. You wanted that, you wanted to start your own family and you were so sure. You couldn’t wait for it to be yours and Janis’ turn.

“Good night, Reg. We’ll see you soon.” 

“Yeah, you will. Good night, guys.” Regina smiled despite the sleepiness.

That night, it was just you and Janis in the apartment. So it was very quiet, even for this time of the night. And as usual, you don’t exactly do that well with silence. So your mind drifts, except this time it was back to the image of Janis holding Jace in her arms, and seeing that look of pure adoration in her eyes holding someone so tiny and fragile, someone that depended on someone else to live. Seeing her so careful, so happy? You wanted that for her, you wanted that for yourself.

“Baby?” Janis scooted closer to you, a hand on your thigh as her thumb brushed over the skin. 

“Hm?”

“You okay?”

“I am. Just thinking.” You nodded, laying your head on her chest. On reflex, she wraps her arms around you. “Janis, I’m sure I want kids.”

“Okay.” She nodded.

You continued, “I don’t know when, but if the time feels right, we can just go for it. Really. I’ve never been more sure about this.”

“What changed?” She asked, curiously.

“Honestly, everything today changed my perspective. But especially seeing you hold him and admiring him. It was beautiful. It’s like, it’s hard, but it so, so worth it. And that’s what I want, I want something like that. So precious, so beautiful. Life is incredible, and as daunting and stressful things can get, nothing beats the good things. New beginnings, new life, new love.”

“New memories.” Janis chimed in, smiling slightly. You nodded, “Life…life can be pretty exciting, huh?” 

“Absolutely it can.” Janis agrees, “Pretty great too. Some things are so rewarding. Meeting you, getting to go through so much of my life with you, it’s a blessing. My life is so filled with love and laughter and so fucking much of joy ever since. And I cannot wait for more to come.” 

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💭A/N:

This chapter seemed like it took me forever to, but well, here it is! <3

[gebediahhhhhhh]

I’ve seen a lot of people analyzing Lydia’s behavior in BJBJ, not only on tumblr. And a lot of posts about Lydia’s anxiety being illogical miss one certain point: anxiety IS illogical. As someone who spent enough time treating my depression and anxiety issues (and also abusing my medicine at some point) I can totally get her behavior. Let me explain.

WARNING: I’m not an expert in anything I’m talking about, this is just for fun and based on my own experience with mental issues. Also I’m very sleepy and English is not my first language.

When people analyze Lydia’s behavior, they usually have 2 points:

1. Lydia is afraid of ghosts in general; she’s getting anxious because she can see dead people.

2. Lydia is afraid of Beetlejuice specifically.

While the first one is more logically understandable, I don’t think it’s the thing. To me it was obvious that she was afraid of BJ and her panic attacks happened only when she saw him. The second one, though, makes less sense considering the events of the second movie, when Lydia summons BJ and she’s just like… annoyed. She looks at him and goes ew. I didn’t see panic. Which could be just her being calm and collected in the face of danger, but I don’t believe Lyds is like that, sorry 😭

So that leaves us with her reactions being kinda… inconsistent. Yeah! So let me introduce you to my hot takes:

- Lydia is mentally unstable and has big anxiety issues which lead her to panic spiraling about certain topics.

- Lydia is NOT afraid of ghosts in general (at least consciously), but seeing them still messes her up.

- Lydia’s only human and her memory of the first movie events is not perfect.

Let’s talk about this.

In the first movie we clearly see Lydia being depressed and suicidal. Here everything’s clear, I think. Depression at a young age can mess your brain big time and I doubt she got it medicated until she was a whole ass adult.

In the same first movie Lydia obviously doesn’t feel distressed around ghosts (except for BJ, because he’s a weirdo). She willingly spends time with Maitlands and dances with football players and in general she’s okay with ghosts.

From the second movie we get that she can see any ghost because of her gift. I can only imagine how many ghosts she’s met during these 36 years. Probably even before her show started, she would always randomly see dead people in all kinds of places. Some guy killed himself in this building 50 years ago? Yep, Lydia can see him haunting the place. This ability surely doesn’t bring comfort to one’s life, especially after you grow out of your teenage years and talking to dead people is no more considered a quirky thing.

Now back to her fear of Beetlejuice. In the first movie, he terrorized the Deetzes, but didn’t do anything harmful to Lydia specifically. The whole wedding thing must’ve been pretty scary though, I don’t think many people acknowledge that. In her place I would absolutely be terrified. But at the end she seems fine and cheerful, which could be a sign that she isn’t traumatized but all this ghostly stuff that much. So what could’ve happened for her to react to BJ like this?

What I’m thinking is, human memory is not perfect. It tends to blur some things, especially uncomfortable ones. And depression is known for causing memory issues as well. I, personally, barely remember my teen years. And I’m definitely younger than Lydia and saw far less shit in my life. So I’m just thinking that, for the past 36 years, her memory of encountering Beetlejuice might’ve gotten more vague and kinda replaced with… Maitlands’ stories about him.

We don’t know when exactly did the Maitlands leave, but I assume Lydia did spend with them enough time. I already saw a very good in-depth post about Lydia’s fear of Beetlejuice being fueled by the Maitlands’ experience of him being a pervy freak and whatnot. Yes, I agree!!! They absolutely did tell Lydia about all their afterlife experiences, including their first time summoning Beetlejuice. So Lydia must’ve known about him being extremely fucking weird.

Now, imagine: you’re a woman with many mental issues. Your job includes regularly seeing dead people who might look really disturbing and behave in a potentially dangerous way. You have many relationships issues as well and now… You start seeing a freaky ghost from your teenage years. What do you remember about him? Oh, not much:

- he hurt your dad and scared your family (which might have been funny when you’re 16, you do start seeing things differently when you grow up).

- he was acting absolutely disgusting towards your friend.

- he tried to marry you.

I don’t blame Lydia for freaking out. And considering she has anxiety, I can totally imagine her brain going different directions with thoughts how Beetlejuice might hurt her specifically. Been there, done that. I believe her seeing him at the studio wasn’t the first time, and her reactions just kept escalating because she kept thinking about him being a supernatural entity who can murder her, rape her, hurt her daughter, hurt her parents, etc.

But then she summons him and he’s… normal. I mean, relatively normal. You know that feeling when you’re afraid to make this really scary phone call, but when you finally do, it turns out to be not that scary? I imagine that what Lydia experienced, just ten times more intense lmao.

[gayerthanevertbh]

labyrinth: 3

warnings: minors dni, masturbation, dirty talk, degradation (slight?), sexting (slight), minor fighting, slight angst.

summary: your sister cheated on her wife, so the broken wife takes an interest in you instead. was everything just a rebound between the two of you? or is there something more?

notes: this is very short since i’m out of my writers block, so please bear with me for now. the next chapter will be longer and more interesting, as i hope. enjoy!

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“Do you want to buy a box of Canada Dry?” Wanda asked, lifting a box of Canada Dry cans. “We got rootbeer at home, but you like ginger ale, right?”

“I guess so,” I sighed, pressing my thumb and forefinger together. I'm not sure why I felt so anxious. It was mostly because I felt guilty, disgusted, and like a jerk. I've never liked feeling that way, but I am, and it hurts. “Could you get some gummies, please? My friends and I plan to go out tonight.”

“Where exactly?”

“Don’t know,” I murmured, walking back to the aisle I was in; she was following me. My friends were a bad influence on me, but I had a reason to hang out with them. It's mostly because I felt lonely and needed a social life, which is probably a reasonable explanation. I looked around to see if any tissues were left, but the left side rack was empty. Why did this grocery store look so gloomy? “Do you know where I can get some paper towels?”

“I don’t think they sell that here, Y/n.”

"But they're paper towels," I pointed out. Well, they’re incredibly ridiculous if they don’t sell paper towels. "This store is strange. Can we go somewhere else?”

My sister sighed defectively and walked to the checkout line, where we saw Natasha standing at the front door, talking to a girl. Wanda and my footsteps came to a halt. What is she doing here? I thought. Is she stalking me? No, that’s impossible! Why would she be following you? You’re crazy. But maybe I'm crazy. Perhaps delusional. Natasha smiled as she approached her soon-to-be ex-wife, not giving me the slightest attention I needed.

“What are you doing here?” asked Natasha with a pondering voice. She looked at Wanda’s cart and formed an “O” on her lips. “You’re buying groceries? Here?”

“The market is crowded,” Wanda explained exasperatedly, itching to leave her presence. She was full of guilt. “Listen, maybe we shouldn’t talk here–”

“Why? Are you embarrassed by your sister?" She chuckles, wrapping her arms tightly around herself. It was up to me to feel guilty. I felt like I would puke whenever they had a strained conversation. She looked at me for a split second before returning her gaze to Wanda.

“It’s not about that, Nat.”

“Then you wouldn’t be afraid to talk to me, right?”

The tension was getting worse; I was going to be sick.

“How are you, Y/n?” she asked me, her eyes finally staring at mine. I took a deep breath and answered her quietly: “I’m doing good, how about you?”

“Peachy if you asked me.”

Wanda sighed through her nostrils, mumbling to her wife. “Can you please not do this here? It’s better if we talked outside.”

Natasha looked at her wife for one last time before saying, “I’m going ahead; you can have fun fucking other men.” before Wanda could even apologize, the woman strutted out as the door dinged loudly when it closed. I looked at her for a split second before walking away because I was embarrassed to look at her. I was ashamed and enraged that I had slept with her wife.

And I, my friends, was the issue.

Natasha lets out a quiet grumble as she pumps herself faster, trying to catch her release. Nothing has ever turned her on; even a pornographic video wouldn't make her dick hard. Call her a disgusting pervert; she has been thinking about her wife’s sister instead of the woman she loves.

Well, used to love.

Her appendage grew harder from the thought, and she couldn't help but moan in her bedroom as images of Y/n flashed through her mind, almost vividly. The older woman licks her lips hungrily – furiously jerking herself off.

“Suck it,” she commanded as I looked up at her with teary eyes. Her voice was soft and soothing, if that's the best way to put it. "Hurry up, baby. I’m so hard for you.”

"B-But—" Before I could even say anything, the tip of her cock slipped into my mouth as she threw her head back to enjoy the sensation of my mouth. She couldn't get enough. She grips my ponytail and pushes my head slowly, watching intensely at her length disappearing within my lips.

“You’re such a whore, aren’t you, sweetheart?” she chuckles deeply as her buttcheeks clench with my saliva coating her dick. “Keep going for Daddy, be a good little girl for me.”

Her hips start to thrust back and forth, imagining that my mouth was my cunt instead. Although she prefers my mouth more since she once mentioned that I could do anything with my tongue and my pussy could never do the same. She whispered darkly, “Too big, huh?”

I nodded, whimpering as her dick pushed deeper into my throat.

“You’re my little slut, my sweet tiny whore,” she sighs blissfully and grabs the base of her cock and pumping it slowly. “Oh, your mouth feels so fucking good… you’re my little virgin, right? God, your mouth is a virgin for me.”

Natasha closes her eyes, reaches for her tip, and squeezes it, which makes her shudder. “God, you feel amazing, Y/n…”

She pulls out her cock, covered in my saliva, and says, "I'm going to cum in your slutty mouth." This makes her grin like an evil woman. She wraps her hand around her dick and starts pumping it rapidly, pulling my mouth closer as she gets closer to her climax. “Open your mouth for my cock, baby girl. G-Gonna cum right now–”

Natasha arches her back as she spills over her stomach, a thick white substance coating her skin. “Fuck–Oh god…” she sighs and spurts cum all over her abdomen, unsure when she will stop. All she could think about was Y/n submitting to her while she fucked her dumb in the bedroom she used to share with Wanda. The thought of having an infatuation with the little girl is so sinful that it makes her cock rock again just thinking about it. The woman sighed loudly and wiped her hand on her used shirt as she felt Y/n taking all her milk.

“God,” she whispers hoarsely to herself. “I’m a pervert.” but she could hardly blame herself. Y/n did submit to her – there was nothing she could do but give her the same attention; it was mutual. As she looks down at her flaccid penis, she imagines the girl being her wife instead of Wanda. Well, that is something. She pondered, making her create a small smile on her face. As soon as she was about to touch herself, her phone vibrated – making her jolt up and look at her phone, wondering who had texted her.

Y/n: can I see you tonight? I want us to talk.

Natasha had a sinister thought. What if I send her a dick picture of mine? She thought. As she swiped her phone to open her camera, she stopped. If Wanda saw the photo, everything would fall apart, making her the helpless villain. But her self-esteem was gone; she wanted to jerk herself off thinking about Y/n, who drives her insane these days. She would scream at her if her therapist found out about this incident. This was a terrible but appealing idea.

She takes a screenshot of herself holding her dick and sends it without hesitation.

Now she just has to wait.

After what seemed like hours, the girl replied.

Y/n: your cock is really big…

Natasha chuckles to herself and gently touches her penis, tilting her head slightly. Her cock twitches in her hand as she quickly types on her screen and sends a small message.

Natasha: Show me your tits.

Y/n: wanda is downstairs. i can’t.

Natasha: I want to see your tits. Make my cock hard, baby.

She waited for two minutes and received a photo from the girl. Y/n was pressing her breasts together, creating cleavage. Her dick got harder from the image, and she quickly saved it in her gallery. I’ll feel guilty later.

Natasha: Fuuuck… Mmm, wanna cum all over that titty of yours.

Y/n: finish yourself off, tasha. ‘m with wanda right now :(

Natasha: Go to your room and make Daddy feel good.

Y/n: tasha…

Natasha throws her phone on the mattress and jerks herself off again, fapping and slapping, filling her bedroom as she closes her eyes tightly. She imagines Y/n in her bed with her legs pried open and her mouth. The things she could do to her make her crazy – insane almost. She reaches the base of her cock and thrusts slowly in the air, hoping to find her fleshlight to finish the job. But the woman couldn't get up; she couldn't get enough of the young girl's mouth and cunt. As she approaches her climax, she pulls out her phone and searches for a photo of Y/n to coat her cum on. She eventually came hard, and her cum was all over the screen of her phone.

She proudly smiled to herself, knowing that her little girl would always be a slut for her.

She became desperate, wanting more of the girl until her last breath; she was in love, deeply in love with Y/n.

Maybe not her, but the body that she had.

oof what an ass she is

[strawberriesinmoominvalley]

WIP wednesday!

@beensinning tagged me to share a bit of the wip i've been working on. now, i'm going to be a pest, as usual, and share a bit of two. the first is a snippet of something i'm doing for osctober day 22 (if i finish in time). under the cut will be a bit from the sequel to love will not break your heart for spoiler-y reasons :)

osctober:

There was blood stuck in the grooves of his sword. Oscar inspected it, picking with a long fingernail, before resheathing it in his belt. He’d get a new one when he got back; the king never let them be without weapons. It was part of the job: he gave you your weapons, you gave him his life. He didn’t particularly understand the anxious way some of the other knights wavered when they were first given their sword. Still now, there were ones that wavered when orders came in. Oscar didn’t talk to them - did they not understand how important their job is? How to save the life of their king was worth more than anything else they could give? It was the first thing they were taught in the few years of school they did. Oscar’s Mum hadn’t particularly been a fan of his goal, but Oscar had looked up to the stars at night and wanted and wanted. It didn’t particularly matter after that.

before the spoilers, i'll tag @cx-boxbox, @zolica-ao3, @lottie1824, @lunahhhhhhhhhh, @481boxboxbaby and anyone else who wants to hop on!

you only have to wait until sunday until this starts coming out! i hope this sustains everyone until then lol. also, i couldn't decide, so have two different bits :D

“Yeah.” Oscar pulled a face. “I just don’t want to know what happens afterwards.” “Nothing’s happened yet,” Lando soothed. “And I won’t let anything happen to you, Osc. You don’t need to worry.” Oscar grinned at him, face lighting up as dawn breaks over the horizon.”I know you won’t, love. You’re much scarier than me.” Lando puffed himself up, before registering the laughing tone the alpha used. He pouted. “You’re making fun of me.” “I would never!” Oscar chuckled as Lando took matters into his own hands, turning the alpha over and straddling him so he was pinned to the bed. “I have never done that in my life.” “You know,” Lando started conversationally, running his fingers up and down Oscar’s ribs, “I know exactly how to get you to surrender.” “What?” Oscar retorted, his breaths coming just quick enough to give him away. “Are you going to tickle me until I surrender?”

Ollie looked up at George with large, scared eyes. “They could attack us at any point and we wouldn’t win, would we?” “No,” George said, words sour in his mouth. “We’d lose.” Mark winced at the admission, his scent bitter in the air. George couldn’t breath, his chest tightening. It wasn’t a lie; there was no way they could win. They had two members out for the count, not to mention the pups. And that was the thing that truly made him sick, really. If they attacked, there was no real way they could keep any of the pups safe. He couldn’t have Bea grow up scared. He couldn’t have Bea die. He couldn’t have Bea be trapped as all his friends had once been trapped.

[joeseventies]

RTC characters as quotes my friends and i have said

Mischa: "Go get your ears hear-ed."

Constance: "Today I got out of my mom's car and I fell and I said 'weeee' before I fell."  

Penny: "And they sit in the windowsill and just stay completely still and they stare."

Ricky: "How giant… is the Uno."

Noel: "Meh." Ocean: "Meh? What does that mean?" Noel: "Its like shrugging, but with my voice."

Penny: "If I had a nickel for everytime I swallowed a nickel, I'd have exactly one nickel."

Ricky: "Everytime a phone rings, nitrogen gets its wings."

Mischa: "Too fast for the eye movement."

Constance: "I think that's legit the flavor." Ocean: "Flavor? Do you EAT your handsanitizer?" Penny: "I do."

Constance: "Dont threaten me about my socks! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

Ricky: "Careful there J.D." Mischa: "Who's that?" Ricky: "You dont know who J.D. is?" Mischa: "Isn't he from Warrior Cats?"

Noel: "You have the IQ of soft toast."

Penny: "I'm not a criminal, I'm just a drug dealer."

Mischa: "If I'm an idiot, then you're a ghost."

Constance: "You're not stinky."

Noel: "He’s like a very Italian pepperoni pizza. But british."

Ricky: "I'm shoving my gay up my pants."

Mischa: "Everybody gangsta till they tongue starts feeling weird."

Ricky: "Imma great mafia talk. Meow shmeow."

Penny: "3 people voted. God is dead."

Ricky: "Homosexual bad grr"

Noel: "I am not fucking watching Glee."

Ricky: "Remember: When fire strikes… Gay out and slay out!"

Noel: "They're still gnomes, I don't care if they're gay."

Ricky: "Happy Birthday, here's my AIDS."

Constance: "Chocolate MILF? I like women."

Ocean: "What's under my eyes? That's right. Abstinence."

Mischa: "I will only shake my ass for the POPE!!"

Ricky: "Run me over with your car, oh baby."

Ocean: "Give me your paper, you infertile gold digger."

Noel: "You're the one staring at my donut like a pedophile staring at a playground."

Penny: "Its not vandalism if it's fun."

Mischa: "Do you wanna check out my ass? For one second?"

Constance: "Straight people can be kinky too."

Ocean: "I'm literally a lobster. Lobsters don't have airpods."

Ricky: "Another day, another slay."

Mischa: "Don’t pull up on me. I'll pull up on your mouth."

Penny: "I know where your heart is."

Ocean: "You want my life to be miserable because you won't give me a penny?"

Penny: "I can feel every fiber in your body."

Noel: "Do as I say, not as I say."

Penny: "Does your fish want to paint? Woop woop woop."

Ricky: "Do you guys like my ring? Just kidding it's a pink monkey."

Mischa: getting choked "That was good form."

Ocean: "Let me put my hand in your pocket and show you I'm not gay."

Penny: "I always make people look away. Whether it be with my face or my actions."

Constance: "Little donuts on my math paper make me anxious."

Penny: "I've been craving water since 2nd grade."

Ocean: "Turn on your brains. Turn on your ears. Cause it sounds like they're not on."

Penny: "So health or religion?" Ricky: "Communism."

Mischa: "They word in such a way that words should not or should word."

Mischa: “Wait Stuart Little is Shakespeare?”

Noel: "You know how much I'd kill myself??!??!"

Penny: "Yep that's some high quality cocaine."

Noel: "Youre pissing me off." Ocean: "You're pissing me on."

Ocean: "You're gonna end up on an episode of forensic files."

[livsoulsecrets]

1989 (Taylor’s version) songs as BL/GL Characters - Part 2

I know places - Palm and Nueng (Never let me go)

‘Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns

They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run

Baby, I know places we won't be found and

They'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down

‘Cause I, I know places we can hide

[…] Just grab my hand and don't ever drop it, my love

Clean - Akk (The Eclipse)

Hung my head as I lost the war

And the sky turned black like a perfect storm

Rain came pouring down

When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe

And by morning

Gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally clean

[…] The water filled my lungs, I screamed so loud

But no one heard a thing

Wonderland - Top and Mew (Only Friends)

Didn't it all seem new and exciting?

I felt your arms twisting around me

I should've slept with one eye open at night

We found wonderland, you and I got lost in it

And we pretended it could last forever

[…] And life was never worse but never better

[…] So we went on our way, too in love to think straight

All alone, or so it seemed, but there were strangers watching

And whispers turned to talking

And talking turned to screams

[…] Didn't you calm my fears with with a Cheshire cat smile?

[…] It's all fun and games 'til somebody loses their mind

You’re in love - Nomoto and Kasuga (She loves to cook, and she loves to eat)

'Cause you can hear in the silence

You can feel it on the way home

You can see it with the lights out

You are in love, true love

Morning, [her] place

Burnt toast, Sunday

You keep [her] shirt, [she] keeps [her] word

And for once, you let go of your fears and your ghosts

One step, not much, but it said enough

New Romantics - Not Me Gang (Not Me)

We're so young, but we're on the road to ruin

We play dumb but we know exactly what we're doin'

[…] 'Cause baby, I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me

And every day is like a battle, but every night with us is like a dream

[…] Baby, we're the new romantics

Come on, come along with me

Heartbreak is the national anthem, we sing it proudly

[…] The best people in life are free

[…] We need love, but all we want is danger

Slut! - Mhok and Day (Last Twilight)

Got lovestruck, went straight to my head

Got lovesick, all over my bed, love to think you'll never forget

[… ] Adorned with smoke on my clothes, lovelorn and nobody knows, love thorns all over this rose

[…] The sticks and stones they throw froze mid-air

Everyone wants him, that was my crime, the wrong place at the right time

And I break down, then he's pullin' me in

In a world of boys, he's a gentleman

We'll pay the price, I guess

[...] Half asleep, taking your time in the tangerine, neon light, this luxury

You're not saying you're in love with me, but you're going to

Half awake, taking your chance, it's a big mistake

I said it might blow up in your pretty face

I'm not saying do it anyway, but you're going to

Say don’t go - Kim and Chay (Kinnporsche)

Why'd you have to make me want you?

Why'd you have to give me nothin' back?

Why'd you have to make me love you?

I said, "I love you", you say nothin' back

Why'd you have to lead me on?

Why'd you have to twist the knife?

Walk away and leave me bleedin', bleedin'?

Why'd you whisper in the dark just to leave me in the night?

Now your silence has me screamin', screamin'

[…] I would stay forever if you say, "Don't go”

Now that we don’t talk - Todd and Black (Not Me)

Did you get anxious though on the way home?

I guess I'll never, ever know now that we don't talk

You grew your hair long, you got new icons

And from the outside, it looks like you're tryin' lives on

I miss the old ways, you didn't have to change

But I guess I don't have a say

Now that we don't talk

[…] I cannot be your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost and what it cost

[…] Truth is, I can't pretend it's platonic, it's just ended

Suburban Legends - Boston and Nick (Only Friends)

You had people who called you on unmarked numbers in my peripheral vision

I let it slide like a hose on a slippery plastic summer, all was quickly forgiven

You were so magnetic, it was almost obnoxious, flush with the currency of cool

I was always turnin' out my empty pockets

And when it came to you, I didn't come here to make friends

We were born to be suburban legends

When you hold me, it holds me together

And you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever

Is it over now? - Sand and Ray (Only Friends)

You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor

You search in every maiden's bed for something greater

Baby, was it over when [he] laid down on your couch?

Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?

"Come here, " I whispered in your ear in your dream as you passed out, baby

Was it over then? And is it over now?

[frostyyyroyalmilktea]

Nevermore Student!Tyler x Thorpe!Reader pt 3

pt 1   pt 4  ao3         

This is smaller than previous chapters but it's finals week so I most likely won't be able to update this week. Have this little treat while I struggle with my master's

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Monday morning starts as most Monday mornings do. Way too early. It might’ve not been so awful if you haven’t spent most of the night lying awake, overanalyzing every little thing you said and did last night. But what else could you do? Last night was the most surreal experience of your life, and now you’re kind of afraid it was all just a very vivid dream. But you know it wasn’t. Deep down you feel the tug of this odd new bond. You want to see Tyler. Make sure he’s okay. He looked so worried and unsure yesterday, you wanted to do something—anything—to snap him out of that state. Thinking under pressure is not your strongest suit, let’s be honest. You just hope he wasn’t weirded out by your affections.

So there you are: groggy, anxious, and desperate to wrap yourself in a blanket burrito and wallow in your woes. Ugh, that’s how you usually imagine Xavier’s pastime.

Bianca is one of them morning people—you can’t relate—so by the time you drag your miserable form out of bed, she’s already dressed and almost done with her makeup.

You take a shower, blow dry your hair, and steam your uniform. All under thirty minutes time—because you’re a virtuoso of the fine art of being late without actually being late.

Nevermore allows minimal alterations to the uniforms as long as they don’t contradict the overall sense of integrity. Most people don’t bother, preferring to simply accessorize, but that’s no fun so you had the blazer tailored to button asymmetrically. You pair it with a white silk blouse and wide-leg velvet pants. It’s not exactly in compliance with uniform regulations, but you doubt someone will actually notice and you want to look cute. You opt for classical black Derbys to complete the look and as a jest, decide to take the bag that Xavier gave you as a gift a few Christmases ago. It’s a sizable Jigglypuff plushie bag with a long strap. Surprisingly, it can fit quite a lot. So you pack a blank notebook, a few pens and highlighters, and head out for the day.

The dining hall is in utter chaos. You thought it was busy yesterday morning, but it seems that at least a third of the residents must’ve slept in on Sunday because right now it’s completely topsy-turvy.

The buffet area resembles a warzone and you can’t even see the cereal because of all the people crowding the stand. You skip it altogether and decide that a strong cup of green tea will have to get you through until lunch. You’ll have to wake up earlier from now on to be able to grab breakfast before the rush starts. Fuuuck.

You’re anxiously approaching the far corner table because the possibility that after he had time to sleep on it Tyler decided that you are in fact a grade-A weirdo seems all too real to your sleep-deprived brain. So yeah, you aren’t 100% sure he won’t file for a restriction order, but you try to be optimistic.

You plop your ass on the chair near Tyler’s and announce with way more confidence than you feel: “Good morning sunshine.”

You’ve already started this weird game so you refuse to quit now.

Tyler looks up and his tense frown is immediately replaced by a beaming smile.

Your heart does a cartwheel.

“Morning,” he says. He clearly got there earlier than the avalanche of teenagers went down on the buffet, because he has a delicious-looking plate of scramble in front of him and a steaming cup of coffee. Not something you personally would go for this early in the morning, but you’re jealous nonetheless. “The Fruit Loops were long gone by the time I got here, but I managed to grab you a Snickers,” he says shyly, extending you the candy bar. It's a bit mangled but otherwise intact. “You don’t seem like an English breakfast kind of gal to me,” he adds.

This is literally the cutest shit ever, you think, while your face is doing things of the blushing and grinning variety that you have absolutely no control of.

“You’re literally an angel,” you inform him with all seriousness. “I saw the carnage that was going on out there and decided to grab some tea and get the hell out while I still had all my limbs about me. Like, I’m a lover, not a fighter. Especially not this early in the morning.”

Tyler laughs, “Some guy was actually ready to throw hands with me for the Snickers until he saw that I was… well, me. He looked like was about to piss his pants in fear.”

Tyler says it in good humor but it kind of cuts you unpleasantly, that people are afraid of him like that. All you see when you look at him is warmth and kindness. How do people miss it?

You notice a familiar head of curls stumbling through the dining hall, looking like he might get trampled any second now.

“Gimme a sec,” you say to Tyler and head out to retrieve the little lost pumpkin.

“Eugene, my dude, how are you this fine morning?” You grab his upper arm to steady him after someone bumps into him once again. “Do you have a place to sit?”

“Not really,” he says timidly.  “I don’t do well in crowded spaces.”

“Yeah, me either, buddy. Me and my friend Tyler,” you gesture in his vague direction, “sit in the corner there. Care to join us?”

Eugene eyes the table behind you apprehensively, but then, as if he decided something for himself, straightens up and says, “Sure. Thank you, y/n.”

“No probs.”

You lead him to the table and introduce each of them. “Eugene – Tyler, Tyler – Eugene.”

Tyler looks tense. “Hey,” he waves weakly, without looking Eugene in the eyes. His shoulders are hunched like he’s trying to curl in on himself.

“Hi,” Eugene gives him a small smile.

You’re not sure what’s the story here so you ask carefully, “Do you guys know each other?”

“I almost killed him last semester,” Tyler says gravely.

You look at Eugene, but he seems pretty determined when he says, “Yeah, but he didn’t.”

You sit down and Eugene takes the seat next to you, facing Tyler. “I read your letter,” he says. “Thank you for writing it and, you know, fighting Thornhill's command to kill me.”

What the fuck?

Tyler looks up at him, “I still landed you in hospital for over a month.”

“It’s still worth a lot that you tried, Tyler.”

Granted you’ve only talked to the guy twice, but you would’ve never expected to see Eugene so serious and confident.

“So,” Eugene extends his hand. “Fresh start?”

Tyler looks shell-shocked.

“Yeah, fresh start,” he takes the proffered hand. “Thank you.”

Eugene is back to normal—at least what you perceive as his normal—in a jiff, while Tyler seems to be lost in his thoughts so you decide to give him some time and turn your attention to Eugene.

“So I gave some thought to your proposal,” you start.

Eugene lights up with excitement.

“And I came to the conclusion that bees still irrevocably frighten me.”

Eugene’s face falls.

“Buuut, my sweet little pumpkin, fret not, I would still like to join.”

Eugene beams and Tyler, who emerged from his thoughts to join the conversation, looks between you two in amusement as you start explaining to Eugene that you want to make an Etsy store where he can sell the honey and donate the profits to the Bee-related charity of his choice.

“Of course, we’ll have to run it by Weems because there’s money involved in the matter, but I reckon as long as we donate it, she’ll be cool with it.”

“Do you think people will actually want to buy it?” Eugene asks hesitantly.

“We’ll make them want to buy it, my sweet summer child,” you assure him. “We’ll make a Tiktok account—I was thinking something like ‘Eugene’s Bees’, it has a nice ring to it—and we’ll make educational videos with, like, fun twists to them. The orders will start rolling in no time.”

“You’re like really into this,” Tyler remarks softly.

He smiles with one of those smiles that reaches his eyes and you completely lose your train of thought.

“Well, yeah, once I’m into something,” or someone, you don’t add, “it’s near impossible to throw me off.”

“Hm,” is all he replies, smiling mysteriously.

Eugene has to take off earlier to check on bees before class, so it’s just you and Tyler once again.

“You’re so ardent about this whole thing,” Tyler says. “It’s cool seeing you in your element, talking social media strategy. Very… attractive.”

You choke on a bit of Snickers you so unwisely bit off just a second ago.

“I’m very,” you cough out, “passionate about many things.”

Tyler smirks.

Oh God, did you just unwittingly make an innuendo? Shit, you didn’t even mean it like that!

You take a sip of tea as a measure to prevent words from leaving your mouth. You clearly need a moment to reestablish brain-to-mouth connection.

“Listen, I was thinking…” Tyler starts.

And doesn’t continue.

A pause stretches out.

In the end, your curiosity outweighs the fear of saying something dumb.

“Yeah?” You prompt.

“We should exchange phone numbers,” he says hastily, and you have a feeling he was going to say something else but changed his mind at the last moment.

“Oh. Yeah, sure,” you pull out your phone.

“Is that a flip phone?” Tyler asks, sounding almost in awe.

“It’s Galaxy flip,” you smile, showing him the folding screen. “My dad did a commercial for Samsung a few months ago and they gave him a few of these. They’re not very practical, but they are super cute and you can wear charms on them,” you jiggle the little Hello Kitty charm to draw his eyes to it. “I also like to put different stickers on the case and-”

Tyler catches the charm in his fingers to take a closer look. His hand brushes yours and you freeze mid-sentence, not able to remember how to take a breath.

You’re not usually that awkward around boys. You’ve met Timothee Chalamet once, for crying out loud! And you were very chill about it and told him he was great in Dune. Why is it that around Tyler you turn into a bumbling mess who talks—and what’s more worrying acts—before forming a cohesive thought?

“Y/n?” Tyler looks at you expectantly, extending his hand.

“Right!” You pass him the phone, almost dropping it in the process.

He punches in the numbers but leaves the field ‘contact name’ empty. You stare at it dumbly while he takes out his phone.

You type in Ty and after a moment's deliberation add a heart emoji. It’s just cute, it doesn’t have to mean anything, you tell yourself like a lying liar who lies.

Tyler hands you his phone. It’s a beat-up iPhone 7. The screen is cracked so badly, you can hardly see anything on the lower part. You’re afraid it might give up on its clearly long-suffering existence if you as much as breathe at it wrong.

Tyler senses your apprehension and says, “Those late-night strolls in the woods did not work out all that great for it.”

He sounds embarrassed and you don’t know if it's because the strolls in the woods are a thing in the first place, or is it because he can’t afford a new phone. Either way, you feel like shit for drawing attention to it.

You put in your number, leaving the ‘contact name’ field empty as well. “There you go.”

“Right,” he says, “yeah, umm, good. I gotta go now, but I’ll see you around, yeah?”

“Of course,” you smile sunnily.

Why is he so nervous all of a sudden?

He gets up, grabs his backpack, and then leans in and kisses you on the cheek.

“Have a great first day, y/n,” he says and then promptly blasts out of the dining hall at a speed that you’re sure is not entirely human.

You hear Bianca's rambunctious laughter and turn to look at their table. You see her double down from laughing so hard, eyes on your brother who’s currently gripping a butter knife like he wants to commit manslaughter with it.

You’re probably gonna laugh your ass off about it too. But not right now. Right now you just sit there with the most ridiculous grin on your face thinking oh how the turn tables.

***

Author’s note: the turn tables thing is from The Office

Btw, on ao3 every chapter is named after a song so if you’d like to hear what I listen to when I write, come check it out!

[eoieopda]

okay i have another head canon 🫣🫣 feed into my delusions jade i fucking dare you. all right, how about travelling with them for the first time since you started dating? i wonder what that would be like 👀👀

namjoon is praying you don’t break up with him at your terminal because he forgot his passport at home. he’d understand if you did, tbh. he’s disappointed (but not surprised) at himself. when you just laugh (because it’s as funny as it is infuriating, okay??) he’s over the moon. he’s taking you to a bunch of significant cultural and historical sites, museums, etc., and he’s gonna tell you everything that giant sponge brain has absorbed. he’s def reading some almanac or similar shit on the plane to study up.

seokjin doesn’t have a plan/itinerary, but he does have a massive list of all the restaurants he wants to hit, wineries/breweries/distilleries you might come across, etc. and he actually does a good job of keeping you calm with all the travel stress by being a giant fuckin goofball. this is the one situation where he’s not yelling, whining, etc. when he gets frustrated because he prioritizes your well-being 💕

yoongi has his shit right together, but in a very low key way. he doesn’t announce any of it, but he’s in full airport dad mode. he knows exactly when your flight is and how early you need to be there; he’s done the pre-boarding whatever the fuck. he somehow has any toiletry item you didn’t even think to bring. i guarantee he has tampons and tummy meds and shit, just in case. thoughtful bastard 😭 but don’t you dare comment on any of this or make it a big deal that he’s so prepared because he will blush to death.

hoseok is free as a fucking bird. he’s following the wind, babeeeeey. he is allergic to planning, doesn’t want to have a destination in mind. he’ll flip a coin to see where you’re flying. where are you staying? you’ll figure it out when you get tired. energy out the wazoo, too. no time for naps — you’ve got shit to do, people to meet, places to be!!

jimin strikes me as the anxious traveler type, so i bet he’s checking and re-checking all your reservations, making sure your backup plans have backup plans, etc., because he needs whatever you’re doing to go well and be 👏🏻 special 👏🏻. you must hold his hand at all times so you don’t get separated, and because he needs an anchor. he will most certainly, accidentally get wine drunk in the airport bar due to stress, lmao.

taehyung is — where is taehyung? you take your eyes of this guy for a second, and he’s 🏃🏻‍♂️ off doing taetae shit. you’ll have to follow a breadcrumb trail (it’s probably the shoes he kicked off, a dropped ascot, etc.) to find him. an unintentional scavenger hunt. when you do locate him, he’s staring wide-eyes at something scenic, speaking so poetically about how beautiful life is — and ya know what? he’s right. you saw the whole damn city while you were trying to find him, and you wouldn’t have, otherwise!! for real, you gotta get one of those backpack leashes like a lil kid at the zoo, otherwise…. hope you brought supportive footwear. your ass is getting those steps in 😵‍💫

jungkook is relying on you completely. he doesn’t know what’s going on, where he is, what he needs to get done, etc., so you’re gonna have to do allllll of the logistical work. HOWEVER, he makes it feel like it’s not a chore. it’s sooo fun because this boy is full of wonder, and so fucking eager. dude is down for whatever, just point the way.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Benj is my number one favorite guy, drama kid is best and just imagining him doing backstage shenanies is absolutely wonderful. So I’ve been thinking. I have a few monologues memorized, and just randomly pulling them out and reciting them and watching people be confused is so funny. I feel like Benji would do that to distract people so that other people can sneak in and do their thing.

So.

Imagine this: he’s talking to a security guard while the rest of the crew is sneaking into a building. “How are we today?” he says, leaning up against the fence next to him. “A little quiet? I’m feeling a little… blue myself. A little anxious for no particular reason, a little sad that I should be feeling anxious at this stage of life. You know, a little self conscious anxiety that results in unspecific sadness. A state that I call blue.”

At this point he is standing up and moving around and using his hands and body to accentuate his words and block the rest of the crew from sight.

“Anyway,” he says, “whenever I’m feeling this way— blue— I like to listen to my music. So I was going through my box of records this morning— yes, records— and what should I find but Gable and Stein’s The Drowsy Chaperone!” He makes awkward eye contact with the guard for a few moments. “Remember? Music by Julie Dale, Lyrics by Sydney Stein?”

A few more moments of awkward eye contact, then, “Here, I’ll tell you what it says on the back. It says “music, mayhem, and a gay wedding.” He pauses and then laughs. “Of course, that meant a different thing then then it does now, but then it just meant fun! And that’s exactly what this show is— fun!”

Yet more awkward eye contact while the security guard is trying to figure out how to respond, and Benji sighs long-sufferingly, putting his hand on the guard’s shoulder and waving his hand in the air like he’s showing a headline. “Just visualize. Imagine, if you will: it’s November of 1928 and you’ve just arrived at the doors of the Moscow theater. It’s cold and a heavy sleet is falling from the sky l, but you don’t care, because you’re about to see a Broadway show!”

The security guard nods awkwardly and shrugs Benji’s hand off his shoulder, walking away backward very slowly. “Yeah, I have to go. Sorry.” After a few steps, he starts sprinting.

Benji waits until he’s out of sight, and then runs over to the group, who are hiding behind the wall so they’re not seen. “I got him. We’re good. Let’s go.”

Hunter starts laughing, telling Benji how weird he looked, Joy and Jericho congratulate him, and Kaius makes some comment on how it took him long enough, and then Benji picks the lock and they continue on with their mission.

The rest of the crew: holy shit dude! How'd you come up with that so quick?

Benji, laughing nervously: yep, definitely all me!

[graciegoeskrazy]

love it if we made it

Pairings: Matt Murdock x Queer!Teen!Daughter!reader, Karen Page x Queer!Teen!reader

Warnings/Content: so much fucking angst, queer teen - sexuality is not specified although reader is dating someone who uses she/her pronouns - mentions of coming out, catholicism, being catholic and queer, yelling, cursing, crying, mentions of self harm, protective matt murdock, matt is a shitty dad for a bit, mentions of absent mother, queen karen, LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANY PLEASE

A/N: Although it’s shorter than what I was envisioning and definitely not perfect, this might be my favorite thing I've written lately. This thing is ANGSTY AS HELL but i've been told that's my specialty. Little storytime - I went to an all catholic school for 10 years of my life but stopped going to church and stuff soon after I left that school. That was about 4 years ago and I have changed immensely since then. Recently, I’ve been trying to reconnect with my faith and what not but whatever church I go to they can’t seem to grasp that the girl they once knew is bisexual and has different ideas then they do. All I want is to have a better connection with my faith but wherever I go it feels impossible. This idea popped into my head recently with everything that happened and I need more dad mm in my life so - two birds one stone lmao. I don’t mean to push catholicism on anybody or make fun of catholics in any way btw. Trust me the last thing I want is anyone telling anyone that what they believe and are doing is wrong. This is just where I'm coming from and how this fic came to be. Love you all lots, no matter who or what you believe in or who or what you love. Xoxo gossip girl

Matt’s phone rang a 2nd time but he quickly silenced it again. “Do you need to take a call Mr. Murdock? We don’t mind.” A man at the table said, a slight edge in his voice. Before Matt could answer, the phone rang again.

…Y/n…

…Y/n…

…Y/n…

“Uh- I’m so sorry. It’s my daughter. Just give me a minute.” The rest of the men gave unamused looks as he excused himself. (Not that Matt could see it or anything)

“Hello?”

“Dad, It’s me. I need you to come to school.”

“Why? What happened?” Annoyance more than worry showed in his tone, making you cringe even more. You sighed before continuing. “I got into a fight at school.” Your father couldn't believe what he was hearing. “What? Y/n Murdock! What the hell were you thinking?” Although any parent might react that way, you didn't expect that reaction from your father.

“They were making fun of me, dad! They made comments about Jane and I. They just wouldn't shut up about the fact I’m gay, even after I politely told them to stop several times, they wouldn't. She and I had enough. It’s not exactly ideal being one of the only queer kids in an all catholic school.”

“That is absolutely unacceptable behavior, y/n.”

“Say’s the guy who runs around punching people in a devil costume!”

“That is completely different.”

“No it isn’t!” Your voice raised quite a bit, having enough of your fathers words. You tried to take a few breaths to try and calm yourself. “Whatever. Look, I need you to come and pick me up. I’m right outside the principal's office, they want to talk to you.”

He let out a large sigh, making you anxious. “Okay, I'll be there in 15.” He hung up not saying an ‘I love you’, or even a ‘goodbye’. Not that you thought he meant it when he did say it, but still, it meant you were in for trouble.

You sat outside the principal's office by the front desk, legs crossed, toes tapping, slumped in a chair, waiting for your fathers arrival. Your eyes caught sight of the man with red glasses strutting towards the door with a cane in hand. You sat up and opened the door to guide him in. “I’m sorry.” You said. He didn’t reply, only kept walking. You followed behind. “Dad, I said I’m sorry.”

“I know you did, y/n. Stop talking.”

Okay jeez. This was gonna be tough.

…

You sat quiet during the entire meeting. You knew what was coming and thought it wasn't worth putting up a fight. It was no secret that you did something wrong, you were very conscious of that, but come on, you weren't the only one that deserves a punishment. Those catholic bitches would not stop taunting you. It wasn’t only today. The bullying had started years ago with usual pointless remarks to anyone and everyone, but when word spread about your sexuallity, that's when all hell broke loose. All eyes were on you. Teachers, students, and faculty had heard about you being gay. Those who were supportive looked at you with awe and inspiration. Most however, looked at you with disgust, including the girls who got you in the spot you were in today. Most quickly forgot about it and moved on with their lives. Some teachers made a point to bring your father in to suggest ‘help’ for you, but he quickly said he would sue the school and report every individual teacher who made another comment about you to the school board and superintendent. Yeah, he was catholic, but your happiness was (usually) first priority for him. Although, it didn't feel like it today.

The verdict was a week of suspension followed by 3 days of detention. Your dad and yourself made your way out of the building and on the way home. The commute to your apartment was only about a 5 minute walk. You stayed quiet most of the time. Until he spoke up as you entered the building and made your way into your apartment. “You're not gonna give your side of the story.”

“I tried to at school and you told me to shut up.”

“You sure it's not because your side of the story isn't worth it? You sure stayed pretty quiet during that meeting.”

“Because I know you would tell me to stop fighting it anyway. Look I know I was in the wrong, but I wasn't the only one. And talk about me being quiet? You barely said anything to defend me! You just sat there and nodded. And don’t tell me you were speechless or something, you're a lawyer for christ’s sake.”

“Yeah, I was speechless. I didn't expect it. It’s embarrassing, y/n.``

“Of course it’s embarrassing. Everything I do is a disappointment to you.” You said, putting up your shoes and jacket by the front door, quickly trying to head upstairs to your bedroom.

“Hey- I never said that.”

“No, but you think so. Me being queer, me being into arts, me being into all the things you hate. You're the successful, up and coming lawyer who all the ladies thirst over, while I'm just an inconvenience. And don’t say otherwise, I don't have to be able to listen to heartbeats to know when you're lying.”

“Come on, that is far from the truth, y/n. It’s not you, it’s your actions.”

You quickly turned back to face him. “Now that is the most bullshit excuse I've ever heard.”

“Language, young lady!”

“Oh fuck language, and fuck you!”

“Enough! I will not let you disrespect me like that! Whatever you're going through, do not pin it on me.”

“Of course, how could I? Because it’s never your fault, it's always mine. I’m the problem. I’m the fuck up, the stupid mistake you made and have to repent for.”

“Don’t say that, y/n. You know that’s not true.”

“Of course it’s true! Don’t say it’s not. That's why it’s embarrassing for you. Because I ruined your meeting with a bunch of classy, a-list, New York assholes because you had to pick up your daughter who is nothing but an inconvenience for you and a constant reminder of the worst mistake you ever made.”

“Y/n, stop-”

“Stop what? Saying the truth? I bet you wish I wasn’t here sometimes. I bet you wish that car wouldn't have hit her. Then maybe I wouldn't be such an inconvenience to you.”

“Yeah, Maybe.”

Your breath hitched. You always knew the truth. You always knew how you ended up here, but never in a million years did you actually think he would admit it. 15 goddamn years on this earth and never once did you actually think your father would take back a single moment. You didn’t cry or become angry, instead the feeling that rushed over you was some sort of loss. At a loss for words or a loss of movement or the loss of knowing what to do. All you wanted to do was give up, fall limp on the floor and lay there for however long you needed to. Long enough for all of this to wash over. Some would call it giving up. To you, it was the only solution you had left. Too long you’ve spent trying to patch up the holes between you and your dad, all for the sake of this shitty family. You’ve had enough. Enough of the fighting, enough of the lonely nights staying up hoping and praying that your father would come home without a bullet in his head, enough of being tired. Tired. That’s what you were feeling. You had felt it for too long and were sick of it.

Your voice cracked as you continued to speak. “I don’t know what to do, Dad. Those people hate me because I simply exist, and apparently you do too, and I don’t know how to make it better other than changing myself completely or ending my life because apparently you and several others would be just fine if I wasn't here.” A single tear made its way out and down your cheek. Your father stood in front of you like a deer in headlights, he had stayed that way since those last words left his mouth, realizing how bad he had messed up. You didn't know what to say anymore. Hopelessness showed its face once again. You rushed upstairs and into your room, not wanting to stand in front of your father any longer.

…

Later that night, your phone rang. It was Karen calling to do your daily check in on you. You answered.

“Hey sweets! How was school today?” You just groaned in response. Karen’s curiosity grew. “I heard your dad had to leave the meeting early to pick you up, you doin’ alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay.”

“You sure. You sound…different.”

You sighed. There was no harm in telling her. Karen was family and whether she liked it or not, she was stuck with you forever. You trusted her with everything. Might as well tell her…

“I got into a fight today?”

“What? Are you okay?”

That was the kind of reaction you expected from your father, more worry than angry. Of course Karen reacted this way. Maybe she was the parental figure you always needed…

“Yeah. I'm fine. It’s just some stupid kids making fun of me and I had enough.”

Karen could tell something else was off. She paused for a second, then continued. “What else?”

“What do you mean?”

“Come on kid, I know when something is bothering you, I’m practically your mother.”

A smile came across your face.

“Ok so, my dad got really upset at me, and I basically told him that he probably regrets having me, and how I know I'm such a disappointment to him, and he agreed and it really blew up.”

“That mother fucker.”

That made you laugh. It was good to know she would be on your side through all this.

“Do you want to come to my house for the night? I’ll pick you up and we can have a girls night and stuff and you can tell me more.”

“No, I'll be fine here. I’d rather just cry in peace in the darkness of my room, to be honest.”

She sighed, “Jeez girl. You better call me if you need a single thing.”

“I will. Don’t worry.”

…

You heard your father come up the stairs and quickly shut off your phone and rolled over on your side facing towards the wall, away from your father.

“I know you're awake, n/n.”

Your eyes shot open. How do I keep forgetting he has super hearing?

“Worth a shot.” You kept your direction towards the wall.

Matt took a beat before starting. “Karen called me. She said if I ever hurt you again she would go daredevil on my ass.” He took a seat next to your bed, not wanting to get too close just yet, but still wanting to let you know he was there. “I’m sorry. Really, really, truly sorry.”

“It’s alright, dad-”

“No. No, it’s not. I messed up…really badly.” He moved some of your hair behind your ear in an attempt to comfort you. “I never meant to hurt you. I never want you to question my love for you ever again. I love you so so so much, baby girl. More than anything or anyone.”

A tear escaped down your right eye. You flipped over and faced him. “I love you. No matter who you are or who or what you love, and I didn't do a good job of showing you that, and I'm sorry.” He sucked in a large breath before he continued. “You are the farthest thing from a mistake. Yes, you were unexpected, but I would never, ever take back a single moment of being your father. You are the only girl I ever needed, and I love you so very much.”

You opened your arms and scooted back to make room for your dad to snuggle next to you on your bed. He brought you close to him, letting you lay your head on his chest. You mumbled “I love you too.” as he brushed through your hair with his fingers, in an attempt at some sort of calming peace offering.

This would be fine. This would be okay. You both would be okay.