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sluttyminghao · 3 years ago

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when at an awards show... | w.jh x h.vc

w.c: 4.2k genre: smut! pairing: junhui x vernon x fem!reader contains: dom!junhui, dom!vernon, sub!reader, cockwarming, degradation kink, praise kink, slight mentions of mirror sex, also a little bit of car sex oop, sex without protection (please wear protection tho), a bit of spitroasting too? warnings: alcohol mention right at the beginning :) a/n: for my darling @junsol on her birthday, i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! thank you for giving me the opportunity to do this ily!

The room was dimly lit and the idol awards show was well underway, but your mind was elsewhere. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be there to support your best friends and their achievements, but you could think of other things you could be doing with your time, rather than sitting for hours on end listening to the hosts ramble on about meaningless topics.

You sighed and looked down at your drink, swirling the orange substance around in the glass before picking it up and taking a large swig, and setting the almost empty glass back down afterwards. The slight burn from the alcohol made shivers run down your spine, and you couldn’t help but smile at the warm feeling that spread throughout your veins.

“Hey, are you okay?” A deep voice rumbled from next to you, making your head lift to face whoever was asking. When your eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, you let a lopsided grin take over your face when Junhui’s beautiful features came into view. A small smile appeared on his face when you nodded your head slightly, before resting your head on his shoulder.

Junhui was probably the closest to you out of all the band members; he had seen you at your highest points and your lowest and was always the most sincere and genuine towards you. If you were completely honest with yourself as well, you’d probably had the biggest crush on him ever since you had first met. It didn’t help in the slightest that his naturally flirtatious nature made your heartbeat a thousand times faster, and send a blush to your cheeks that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“I just wish I could go home right now,” you pouted, reaching out to play with Junhui’s fingers. He scoffed and lifted your head towards his so that your eyes were peering into his own. “You want to go home? Do you think I want to be here? I’d much rather be back at the dorms with you, snuggled up in my bed,” he retorted, and his words not only brought a blush to your cheeks but also a wave of arousal flowing throughout your body.

The banter between you and Junhui was always like this; bickering with an underlying tone of flirtation that was just enough to make the other members roll their eyes or tell you to take it elsewhere. Only one person didn’t complain about it, Vernon, with whom you were also particularly close. He would always tease you about the flirtatious banter, but his eyes would show hints of jealousy every time he spoke with you afterwards.

It confused you, to say the least.

“You think we would just be snuggled up in bed? I thought for sure you’d want to go further than that,” you replied with a smug smile, making Junhui tense up. He chose to not reply and instead placed a hand on your exposed thigh, squeezing the flesh gently. Your and went to rest atop of his, lacing your fingers through his and sighing softly at the contact.

From across the table, you briefly caught eyes with Vernon, whose expression was unreadable. He cocked a brow at you as if to ask something along the lines of ‘what are you looking at?’ but the small smirk that graced his features told you that his expression meant something else. His eyes darted down to your phone as if to tell you to check your texts, so you picked up your phone and your eyes squinted as they adjusted to the sudden bright light of the screen.

A simple text from Vernon, but it made your whole body heat up as you read and re-read the message.

‘You’re acting a little bratty right now, trying to impress someone? Or just doing it to be an attention whore?’

Another glance up and you noticed that Vernon had disappeared from his place at the table, and your eyes found him walking towards the bathrooms. Deciding to follow him, you quickly excused yourself and earned a wink from Junhui, before you were making quick steps towards the bathroom in hopes to catch your close friend.

You and Vernon had previously had a small fling that only lasted a few weeks, but your friendship overruled and you mutually decided to remain friends. While you enjoyed being friends with him, you couldn't help the spark of excitement you would feel whenever he let his hand linger on yours, or if he sat a little too close to you when you watched movies.

He was closer than you thought he was as you made your way down the hallway he had disappeared into, as you were quickly pulled by the arm into an empty room, a small yelp leaving your lips before a hand was covering your mouth, and you panicked even more. “Relax, it’s just me,” Vernon hissed, letting his hand off your mouth and taking his hand off your arm.

“What the hell, man? Why did you drag me into this room-” your complaints and worries were immediately cut off by Vernon pressing his lips to yours hurriedly, pulling your body flush against his own. Instinctively, your hands wrapped around his neck and let yourself melt into his touch, making a smug smirk pull to his lips.

“I love your lips. You taste amazing, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he whispered between kisses, letting his hands fall from your waist to your ass and squeezing. You could only sigh softly against his mouth in response before he was pressing himself to your mouth again, letting his tongue press against yours and meld as if you were one person.

He tasted vaguely of peppermints, and you couldn’t say you didn't like it.

Vernon pulled away from you briefly, letting you both catch your breath while he adjusted his suit. “Well, that was hot, have room for one more?” another voice filtered through the room and made both you and Vernon jump before you both turned to see Junhui leaning against the doorframe, eyebrow cocked and his lips upturned into a smirk. He walked towards you both, and you couldn't help but feel small under his burning gaze.

“I-it’s not what it looks like,” you began, letting your body back up against the wall. The older man laughed and rolled his eyes, before moving quickly to stand in front of you, while Vernon stared at him slack-jawed. “Sure, you say that, but I saw the text that Vernon sent you and it looks pretty suspicious if you ask me,” he chuckled, holding your phone out to you between his thumb and middle finger. You couldn’t help the burn that covered your cheeks and spread throughout your body.

“What are you even doing here?” Vernon questioned, putting his hands in his pockets and looking towards his friend. “I volunteered to come and look for you both since you’d be gone for a while, and I’ve gotta say, it looks like you two were having some fun though,” Jun let one of his hands reach out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, only making your skin burn up once more.

“And why would you care, hm? I don't think whatever we decide to do is your business… But if you're so curious, yeah, we were having a great time.” You began, studying his face to see how he would react, quickly glancing at Vernon from over your shoulder, who did nothing but look at you with a smirk filled with amusement before you bit your lip and winked at him, just to tease Junhui. "I couldn't help it, Junnie… Vernon has such hot and warm lips… Whenever I see him, I can't control myself. He's such a good kisser, makes my head spin." You sighed, feeling your body go warm just thinking about it. “And also, although you're so handsome and hot yourself, you're just bark and no bite. I doubt you could ever gather the courage to put me on my knees like him." You pouted, grazing your pointer finger over the side of his neck, his eyes following your every action. "He can make me submit to him in a heartbeat, he knows how to be in charge… But you? Junnie… You're just my soft, flirty friend, aren't you?” You spoke cockily, making Junhui’s brows furrow in clear annoyance.

The room fell silent for a few beats before Junhui was walking forward and pressing his body against yours, large hand squeezing your cheeks and forcing your face up to meet his dark, lustful orbs and letting his breath fan across your neck.

"I can see you're testing your luck tonight, baby. You have such a sharp tongue." He spoke darkly, a breathy chuckle erupting from his throat as the pads of his fingers wandered from your jaw, to down your neck and collarbones, setting your skin aflame. "I never thought our first time would be like this, I must admit… But since you're having such an attitude, I might as well teach you that you shouldn't use that pretty mouth for anything other than sucking on my dick as soon as I ask you to."

Your breathing became hitched as he let his lips skim across your jaw, and you wondered if he had locked the door before he came inside. Vernon kept watching the scene in front of him, secretly loving the bickering between the two of you.

“Did you lock the door?” You asked breathily, your fingers brushing through Junhui’s soft strands of hair. You knew where this was going.

“Now where’s the fun in that? Maybe I want people to walk in here and see how much of a mess you are once we’re done with you,” his voice was like velvet as he spoke, and sent shivers cascading down your spine. It was no secret how aroused he was already, feeling his rock hard cock pressing against your stomach, but to be fair, you weren't any better.

You could hardly form a coherent sentence towards him when he nipped at your skin, a pretty pink mark blooming where his teeth had been. His nimble fingers moved your dress straps down your arms and exposed your breasts, a low whistle coming from his lips at the sight. “God, how have I gone this long without seeing these gorgeous breasts of yours?” He hissed under his breath, immediately dipping his head down to nip at the buds.

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Vernon stood a few feet away from you, feeling his erection grow when he saw how your body reacted to Junhui’s actions. He couldn’t help himself but to move forward and let his hands reach out to play with the bud of your free breast, making a whine spill past your lips. “You look so pretty like this, you’re so hot,” he murmured, and your skin burned at the compliment, making both men chuckle.

“Now, we don’t have a lot of time in here, doll, so let’s make this quick. I want you to come and sit your pretty ass on this couch and pull your dress up for me,” Junhui whispered the words against your lips, making heat pool in your abdomen, and you felt as if your legs were jelly when you finally made your way to the couch he was referring to.

You made quick work of pulling up your dress, feeling more exposed than ever in front of your two best friends. The lust clouding your mind overthrew those feelings, and it wasn’t long before Junhui was kneeling in front of you, a small smile hanging on his face. He let his lips linger over the top of yours, captivating your senses and your being until you couldn’t take the pressure and pressed your lips to his heatedly. There was a clash of teeth and tongue and he took the opportunity to slide his hand down and play with your soaking folds, eliciting a gasp from you and the men couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Look at how needy you are for us, and we’ve hardly even done anything,” Vernon chuckled, letting his hands roam across your upper body while Junhui pulled away and focused on your swollen bud. You didn’t even have the chance to react to their ministrations before Junhui was letting his tongue dart out to collect your juices. A loud moan passed your lips but was silenced quickly by Vernon placing a hand over your mouth. “Can’t be too loud here, babe, we don’t want to get caught now, do we?”

With the way they were both teasing you, it wasn’t long until you were on the brink of orgasm and begging for a release. “P-please...need to cum!” Your pleas were muffled by Vernon’s large palm still, and he gave you a stern look that said that if you were to cum, they wouldn’t let you cum again. “Just relax, baby, don’t cum yet and you’ll get a bigger reward afterwards,” Junhui cooed, sucking little love bites into the skin of your inner thigh.

It took all of your willpower to not cum, and they finally cut you some slack when they both pulled away from you, letting you catch your breath. You whined as your powerful orgasm ebbed away, but it wasn’t long until another flow of arousal was coating your inner thighs as you watched both men pull their cock out of their suit pants and pumped, letting small pearlescent beads of pre-cum gather on the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight, and you just knew that no matter who was inside of you, you’d end up walking funny for at least three days.

“Ass up in the air sweetheart, see that mirror that’s hanging on the wall there?” Junhui tilted his head in the direction of the floor-length mirror, which you had seemingly missed in your hurry to get their lips on you. You nodded and turned your head back to Junhui, who smirked and shifted your body so that you were facing the mirror, and you could see how truly fucked out you had become from these two men.

Vernon situated himself behind you and smoothed a hand down your back, making sure that you were in a comfortable position and wouldn’t get too many marks on your body to seem suspicious. You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, and you couldn’t help but wiggle your ass at him and whine loudly, getting impatient.

“Please fuck me! I’ve been so good for you, I’ll even suck your dick later!” You pleaded, giving him the best possible puppy dog eyes you could muster up in your given position. Without a warning, he had thrust the tip of his cock into you, before pulling out in a teasing manner. You whined even louder, letting your frustrations be known to both of the men, before Junhui finally stepped in front of you, cock in hand. “I know a good way to get you to shut up, whore, open up that pretty mouth for me and get to work,” he spat, letting his pre-cum stain your lips before pushing the tip inside of your welcoming mouth, bobbing eagerly up and down the first half of his erection.

While you focussed your attention on Junhui’s cock inside of your mouth, Vernon took the opportunity to slide his cock the rest of the way inside of you, your moans and whines of appreciation reverberating around Junhui’s cock and in turn, letting a hiss leave Junhui’s lips. “Fuck, your mouth feels amazing,” he murmured, thrusting his hips into your mouth and causing you to choke on his thick cock. Vernon’s hips never let up inside of you either, thrusting deep inside of you and hitting all of the right places. A small glance into the mirror showed tears running down your face and your makeup ruined, but neither of the boys seemed to care.

You were going to be in so much trouble after this.

Vernon’s cock was thick and long, and with the way he was thrusting erratically, he brought you to orgasm relatively quickly and sending you into a spiral of incoherent babbles and leg spasms. You had also taken the time to deepthroat Junhui’s cock, taking as much of him as possible and doing your best to stroke any remaining shaft that you couldn’t take. The feelings were becoming too much, and your mouth was becoming slack.

“Fuck, she’s getting tighter, I think she’s gonna cum,” Vernon rasped, spanking your ass before doubling his pace, making a cry fall from your lips as the feelings of your orgasm began to wash over you. Your vision turned white as your orgasm turned your body rigid, Junhui’s cock fell from your lips and you couldn’t stop the moans from escaping you, even more so when you heard Vernon’s loud groan as he came too, filling your walls with his hot cum.

When you finally regained your vision, you saw Junhui smiling softly at you, and wiping your cheek to rid it of some of your mascara. “You did so well, sweetheart, so well for us,” he hummed, letting you rest for a while before helping you to stand.

When you stared at your gaze in the mirror, you knew that if you bumped into anyone on the way back to the table, that they would instantly know what you had been up to. While Vernon adjusted himself in his boxers and fixed up his suit, you glanced over at Junhui, who very clearly still had a raging erection since you didn’t get to finish him off.

“Don’t you wanna cum too?” You asked him, letting your palm land against his clothed erection and begin to rub gently. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh through his nose, holding back on a groan before opening his eyes again and reaching for your hand. “I do, so badly, but I wanna be inside of you, and I have a plan, don’t worry,” he replied, kissing the palm of your hand before helping you to straighten your dress and fix up your hair so it doesn’t look like you had just been fucked in a random room at an awards show.

Carefully, you all walked back out to the ceremony and noticed that they were wrapping up with a performance from a rookie group. You sighed as you took a seat, and brushed off everyone’s confused and concerned glances thrown around the table. “We thought you got lost!” Chan piped up, a chuckle leaving your lips at his somewhat innocent demeanour. “We were just worried, that’s all, you didn’t even tell anyone where you were!” Seungcheol commented, a concerned look present on his face even with the dim lighting of the room.

“I’m fine! I think I did get lost in the hallways, there’s so many of them,” you stated nervously, scratching at the back of your head. Junhui had resumed his earlier position with his hand on your thigh, but this time it was sitting higher up, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. “I can’t wait for this to be over so I can have you all for myself,” he whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’ll see.”

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You don’t know how he managed to do it, but somehow, in some way, Junhui had managed to secure you sitting on his lap on the way home, as dangerous as it was. “Isn’t this illegal?” You spoke hurriedly, not even having the opportunity to choose somewhere else before the van was moving off. “I mean, probably, but you won’t be complaining soon,” he retorted, a cheeky smile covering his face.

From the angle you were sitting on his lap, you could feel his rock hard erection pressing against your ass. You wiggled around a little to tease him, but when he gripped your hips with an iron-like force, you halted, knowing he was about to return the same energy to you.

With quick movements, he had lifted you off his lap a little, freed his cock from their confines before shifting your dress and panties to the side. Without warning, he sunk you back down onto his cock, and you had to try your absolute hardest to stifle your moan. Luckily, Vernon was sitting next to Junhui and was having the time of his life, watching you try to contain your moans.

“Now, you’re gonna sit on my cock back to the dorms, and if you cum at all, we get to punish you, got it?” He teasingly whispered into your ear, and you could feel his chest moving back and forth with the way he lightly chuckled.

He knew it wasn’t going to be easy for you.

It also wasn’t made any easier when Vernon managed to slip his hand underneath your dress and find your swollen bud with ease, drawing slow circles onto it and making your legs twitch. “V-Vernon...please…” you whispered out, earning a low groan from Junhui as you bumped against his cock. “Fuck, stay still if you know what’s good for you,” he moaned out, only earning a whimper from you in response. With the way that Vernon’s nimble fingers were pressing to your clit, and the feeling of Junhui’s thick cock filling you up in all the best ways, you could feel your orgasm impending and it was beginning harder to maintain control over yourself.

“I-I…” you managed to stutter out, before it was too late and you could feel your orgasm washing over you, your juices running down Junhui’s cock and your thighs and getting onto his pants. He hissed at the way you tightened around him and wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you on his cock, thrusting up into you lightly so it wasn’t obvious to anyone else in the car. You rode out your high and immediately felt your cheeks burn, and looked up to see Vernon feigning disappointment.

“I guess we need to teach you a lesson then, don’t we? But first, Junhui wants something from you,” Vernon spoke lowly, nodding his head to the man behind you. You weakly turned your head around and saw his dark eyes pooling with desire, and you knew he was only moments away from his breaking point. “As soon as this car stops and everyone is out, I’m going to be fucking you so hard into this car seat you won’t be able to walk inside.”

You gulped and took note of where you were, less than 5 minutes away from the dorm and you couldn’t help but feel excited over the prospect of having both of your best friends cum inside of you. He kept you situated on his cock, seemingly having an innocent conversation with Vernon while you tried to remain as quiet as possible. It became increasingly difficult, especially with speed bumps making you bounce up and down on his cock, but you finally made it back to the dorms, almost on the brink of yet another orgasm.

The three of you watched as everyone filed out of the van, making sure everyone was out before the door was pulled shut and Junhui had immediately flipped you over, pounding into you as if his life depended on it. He had given you no warning, and the moans and whimpers were flying out of your mouth like a mantra. “God you’re so fucking tight, look how well your pussy takes my cock,” he groaned out, slamming his hips into yours repeatedly. By now, Vernon had taken his cock out and was stroking it languidly, his bottom lip pulled in by his teeth to prevent any noise from falling out.

“I’m gonna fill you up, sweetheart, gonna pump my cum into you and make you walk inside with it,” he whispered, loving how your eyes rolled back into your head at his comment. You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, and it only took another few moments of him praising you that he too, came inside of you with a loud groan. A hand flew down to rub your clit in fast circles, sending you over the edge once more with a loud cry into Junhui’s palm.

Your breathing was erratic as he pulled out, and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Vernon had found a tissue to cum inside of and was casually tossing it into his pants pockets and getting himself back into his pants. Junhui had done the same to himself and was slowly placing your clothes back into their rightful positions so that they sat properly.

“That was...amazing,” you breathed, sitting up and cringing slightly at the feeling of their cum dripping down your thighs. Both of the men nodded and hummed in agreement, before opening the door of the van. “I think that we should continue this inside though, I still have a little bit of energy to burn,” Junhui commented, earning a scoff from Vernon and a slap from you, but you couldn’t say it didn’t turn you on. “What did you have in mind?” You spoke up, earning surprised glances from both of them before their eyes turned dark once more.

“Why don’t you come inside and find out, sweetheart?”

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canary3d-obsessed · 4 years ago

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Restless Rewatch: The Untamed Episode 03

(Masterpost)(Previous Episode)

Warning: Spoilers for all 50 episodes!

Wei Wuxian demonstrates the purple nurple technique of the Jiang Clan

Should’ve Used Trivago

The Jiang Clan’s reservation got cancelled while they were on the road, so they are going to wander around this small inn for hours being fussed about it, rather than trying another inn. Yes they say the other inns are all full but…so is this one, now.

The Jin Clan sends an advance party to fancy up the inn for them.

Fuckboi Wei Wuxian

Wei Wuxian decides to use his considerable powers of prettiness to get them a room. He drops some poetry on Mianmian and brazenly flirts with her before shifting to properly introducing himself and asking for a room.

This actually works.

...until her boss shows up.

(Much much more after the cut!)

Worst Person // Best Jin

Jin ZIxuan is an ass and a snob.

I guess we have to give him credit for having a beautiful sidekick and never hitting on her, given that his dad is a rapist and one of his half-brothers is (reputedly) a sex pest and the other half brother is (definitely) an incest perp. But I feel like it doesn’t take much to be the best Jin of his or his father’s generation.

The Jin folks are snobs and talk about how great their fancy and expensive stuff is. It’s an interesting contrast with true connoisseur Nie Huaisang, who loves everything that is fine and beautiful and can quote stacks of poetry off the top of his head, but is not even a little bit of a snob.

This Tea Smells Like Farts

Ok, let’s talk about generation names in the Jin clan. Ru is the name for Jin Ling’s generation, hence his courtesy name Rulan. The name for the current generation is apparently Zi (子), because both Zixuan and his jerk cousin Zixun have that as their name. Sect Leader Jin Guangshan would seem to be using the generation name Guang, but then names his son Jin Guangyao so…the whole system breaks down.

Anyway, my point here is that even considering generation names, if I had a baby and named it Zixuan, and my sister-in-law promptly had a baby and named it Zixun, I would slap her.

Find you a lover who does not make you feel like this

Jin Zixuan is mildly intrigued by his betrothed, and expresses it by being rude to her in front of Wei Wuxian, starting a chain of events that will culminate with Wen Ning’s fist going all the way through Jin Zixuan’s chest.

Side Note: Look at these young Jiang Brothers and their casual shoulder hugs. Sigh.

Wei Wuxian’s Combat PlayBook

When Wei Wuxian wants to throw down, he starts with smack talk, moves along to boundary crossing, then to direct threats, and then brings out a weapon if he hasn’t won already.

Here he starts shit with Jin Zixuan by complaining at him for taking up too much space and having too many sycophants. Then he goes for the unwelcome shoulder touch.

Having been sufficiently provocative to get someone to draw a sword and threaten him with physical violence, he shifts to formal verbal sparring.

This gets the other guy to back down, because even at this age no-one actually wants to tangle with Wei Wuxian, and Wei Wuxian gets to claim the moral advantage, although he still doesn’t get to keep his hotel room.

Actually Not A Fan of My Sister’s Betrothal

Jin Zixuan and Jiang Yanli have the first of many, many moments of heterosexual ineptitude together. Wei Wuxian quickly rescues them.

Hi, I’m Young Master Cockblock.

Neither of the boys understands what Yanli sees in Zixuan and neither do I, at this juncture. He does improve later after multiple beatings from Wei Wuxian.

This Is The Day Your Life Will Surely Change

Yanli’s encounter in the Inn is the first step toward the inexorable end of the three of them as a unit, although it’s still a long ways off. They are all growing up and she and Wei Wuxian are both going to fall in love at summer camp, like in a 1980s teen movie but without the virginity betting (presumably).

Meanwhile poor Jiang Cheng is going to be swept along just trying to keep up with events, which becomes the story of his life for the next two decades.

Welcome to Transylvania

We meet Wen Ruohan. He is boring and he sucks. Also I’m summarizing the Transylvania parts out of order because they break up the rhythm of the story. And are boring and suck.

We meet Xue Yang. He seems nice.

Wen Ruohan’s living room is like a shitty nightclub where everyone is too drunk to dance except Xue Yang.

Dee Jay: Undead undead undead, Bela Lugosi’s dead

[OP can’t get a video to embed in this post with looping enabled, so the alternate version of this joke has its own post right here. That will teach OP to get fancy.]

Anyhoo

We meet Wen Qing. She is the bestest most wonderful girl in the world but this isn’t actually when we find that out.

Right now we just find out that she is absurdly pretty, that she loves her brother deeply, and that she is helping Wen Ruohan with his “take over the world by murdering cultivators” project. OKAY, PROBLEMATIC, BUT SHE IS THE BESTEST GIRL OKAY?

Gatekeeping

The Jiang Clan don’t get another inn but they do manage to change into immaculate white robes while they’re out on the street, so - nice work, Jiang Clan. Be free!

They get stuck outside the gate because they don’t know that the secret to getting into Cloud Recesses is to set the gate guard on fire.

Walking Thirst Trap Hanguang-Jun

Lan Wangji shows up and everyone except Yanli, who is already in love with Sir Golden Pants, makes thirst faces at him. Including Jiang Cheng tho he will never admit it. One girl in the background is actually biting her knuckle.

Note: Lan Wangji knows exactly how fine he is. Look at his fucking hairstyle.

He is sixteen years old. The only person in the entire cultivation world with fancier hair is Nie Mingjue, and that’s because he indulges his dìdi’s braiding hobby.

Wei Wuxian loudly stage whispers that LWJ is their key to getting in and LWJ is is like, not fucking likely, person I didn’t glance at yet.

But then Wei Wuxian says a smart cultivator thing about the puppet dude, and Lan Wangji turns around and has the first of many long mutual staring sessions with this boy he totally isn’t going to like at all.

Jiang Cheng has a bad feeling about the future: a 2-frame gif

Unrelated gardening note: the red-crack puppet is more commonly grown in Gusu and Dafan, while the black-line puppet is native to Yiling

I Must Arrange a Date with this Uninteresting Boy

The rest of the evening is a series of tests that Lan Wangji puts Wei Wuxian through. Wei Wuxian doesn’t know this and Lan Wangji probably doesn’t exactly know it either.

First he sends WWX back to town to get the invitation. Yes, go get it. Not your entourage; YOU, talky person who thinks he can manipulate me and is smart and looks...intriguing. Go find it and come back.

When Wei Wuxian complains, Lan Wangji silences him, which is literally the most boss move he could have used on smooth talking Wei Wuxian.

You tried, Fuckboi.

Would you like to try some more because I think I would like you to try some more

Jiang Cheng is the Better Baby Brother

Sorry, he just is. Wei Wuxian is all about being taken care of and adoring Yanli without actually doing much for her. Jiang Cheng is the one who thinks about her feelings and giving her what she needs, even to the point of arranging that wedding rehearsal dinner so she can be with her favorite brother again -- the favorite who isn’t him, much as she also loves him.

Date Test 1: Can You Get In.

Once Wei Wuxian is definitely gone, Lan Wangji shows up again and collects the entire retinue, guaranteeing that Wei Wuxian will be stranded outside the gate when he gets back. LWJ doesn’t wait by the gate; he goes and waits up on the roof instead of going to bed or whatever else he’s supposed to be doing. Because he already knows the route Wei Wuxian will be taking.

Wei Wuxian passes the “get in through the wards” test with no problem besides a minor headache and bent fingers.

Is that Xiao Zhan’s hand or did they use a double-jointed hand model?

Date Test 2: Fight Me (Lan Wangji’s Combat Playbook)

As soon as Wei Wuxian shows up on the roof, Lan Wangji picks a fight with him.

LWJ fights all the time; he’s perfectly comfortable when he’s fighting and it’s a good venue for him to express himself. His style is graceful and aggressive.

Attack attack attack strike a pose, vogue, you know it.

He starts by going all in on swordplay, but that doesn’t gain him the advantage; Wei Wuxian fends him off without ever drawing his sword. Which is probably the hottest thing that has ever happened to Lan Wangji in his young life.

Do you like me better when I’m horizontal?

Next Lan Wangji deploys the pettiness by breaking WWX’s wine. Then when Wei Wuxian starts insulting him he upgrades to next level pettiness by dropping another silence spell, this time with the added bonus of preventing WWX from drinking.

Wei Wuxian’s Combat Playbook, Redux

Meanwhile Wei Wuxian is running his own fight routine, starting with a charm attack, which doesn’t work at all.

Are you admiring the moon?

He keeps trying to de-escalate for the first phase of their fight, until they reach a pause and he reflects that Lan Wangji has real skills. As soon as he makes that determination he goes on the offensive - with words.

He very formally says he’s too busy to continue fighting, and turns away, which is a pretty solid roast when you say it to someone who’s been trying really hard to kick your ass. Then he continues defending easily until Lan Wangji uses the wine against him.

At this point the gloves come off, with Lan Wangji lecturing Wei Wuxian, Wei Wuxian making ad hominem attacks, Lan Wangji forcibly shutting him up...

...and then throwing him on the floor in front of Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen.

Sincere Grief for the Death of our Colleague

Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen feel really bad for their disciple who has been horribly turned into an undead creature. Ha ha j/k

Date Test 3: Face the Authorities

Lan Wangji gets to pick Wei Wuxian’s punishment. This probably won’t awaken anything in him.

Surprise surprise, Wei Wuxian actually passes the Authority test with flying colors. Lan Qiren doesn’t like him, but listens respectfully to his thoughts about the undead cultivator. And Lan Xichen clearly does like him.

When Wei Wuxian learns that Lan Wangji was nice to his sister, his entire demeanor changes, to such an enormous degree that Lan Wangji starts to run away.

He’s not going to let this boy (who has passed all the tests oh no he passed all the tests) make out with him in front of his family like he is obviously planning.

But once again, Wei Wuxian’s cultivation knowledge captures Lan Wangji’s attention and breaks through his reserve.

This Hardy Boys moment is the beginning of their cultivation partnership.

Lan Wangji is brave but is extremely constrained: by the authorities in his life and by his own rigid reserve. Wei Wuxian is brave and is also free. His companionship gives Lan Wangji an opportunity to engage with a much broader range of the things that interest him than he’s ever had before.

After Wei Wuxian has been sent to bed, Lan Wangji stands outside and -- just as WWX had suggested at the beginning of their date/fight -- admires the moon, with an expression that’s anything but upset.

Sure, sex is cool (probably), but have you ever analyzed a walking corpse with a beautiful boy in the moonlight?

If you’ve got your true honey Life can be pretty funny If you've got money, money to burn Rooty toot toot for the moon It's the biggest star I've ever seen

The Fine-as-Hell Brothers

Alone together, Lans Xichen and Wangji talk over the various things on their minds.

Xichen: What the fuck is up with you? ...Rooftop fights and dropping spells on boys?

Wangji: You and uncle were ignoring me so I was making my own fun

Xichen: Yeah, we are dealing with this zombie situation; shit’s going to hit the fan

Wangji: what are you going to do about it?

Xichen: fuck-all

Wangji: Well, you can rely on me

Xichen: I totally do. So how about you get to know this Wei kid, he seems like a fun ride.

Wangji: *death glare*

Xichen: You know, since Dad died you’ve become even more uptight. I wonder if I’ve been too strict with you?

Wangji: Um, you think? 3000 fucking rules, dude. Fortunately I’m not going to go off the rails and fall in love with my polar opposite and cause havoc in the cultivation world or anything like that.

Xichen: good, me neither

Outtro

Writing prompt: Lan Xichen’s secret nightly letter to his Mom’s memory or spirit (your choice), in which he confides in her about his day. May be written in flute solo form.

(As always if you use this prompt feel free to post a link to your fic in comments!)

Soundtrack: 1. This Is The Day by The The 2. Bela Lugosi’s Dead by Bauhaus 3. Rooty Toot Toot for the Moon, Greg Brown version 4. Madonna, Vogue

Bonus: FineAsHell-Jun

Episode 04 Restless Rewatch coming soon!

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frederickthegreat · 4 years ago

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my thoughts on TUA season 2

(spoilers, obviously)

- opened with Klaus and Ben, my kings. Klaus’s hair looks so weird straightened while short

- AWESOME opening soundtrack

- seeing all their powers so controlled makes me wonder how they leveled up to that skill in the alternate timeline. like the only time we saw Klaus use the powers of other ghosts in the correct timeline was when two of them caught him falling out of the sky. however Diego did end up controlling bullets and Allison used her voice to technically kill one of the Swedes

- the homeless man screaming Allison’s name alongside Luther... funny shit

- big teddy bear Hazel

- Elliot was fucking awesome i think he was a great addition as a side character. rip tho :(

- honestly i don’t understand why Diego would WANT to save JFK. like it’s not that big of a deal. does he not understand what messing with the timeline can do??

- Lila... impeccable

- Sissy and Vanya... impeccable <3

- yeah and fuck u Carl

- ugh, Klaus’s beard. disgusting <3

- Ben and Klaus definitely act like they should be, given that they’ve been stuck with each other for over a decade. i’ve seen some people calling Klaus an asshole for not telling his siblings about Ben, which is completely understandable (cause he was an asshole), but I’m guessing it was because he was afraid? that sharing Ben with his siblings would mean that he would lose him to them, or his siblings would find him selfish, or they would ask something of him that he couldn’t give. if that makes sense

- that ghost bitch comment was funny tho

- to the guy who called Klaus pretty boy at the bar: sir you don’t know what you’re getting into

- Raymond!! he’s such a sweetheart, i really liked him in the show. i’m really happy that Allison has found a bit of normalcy (as normal as the 1960s Civil Rights movement could be). it shows how passionate she is about what she believes in: even though she knows the movement is far from over, even back in 2019, she’s not gonna abandon it

- Allison staring at the moon every night: either thinking about Luther or how the moon blows them all up. maybe both

- of course Luther would be working for Jack Ruby

- awesome cinematography during the mental asylum escape

- yeah it makes sense that the Handler would still be alive. she was a cool villain. although it would’ve been awesome to see how evil a fish could be

- Diego’s plan was pretty stupid. that’s my boy

- honestly they revealed how Klaus started a cult really well by having one of his followers find him at jail. Klaus, ever the musical aficionado, of course writes his scripture based off of pop songs

- Raymond and Klaus meeting!! that was cool to see how their paths connected

- Lila painting Elliot’s toenails green. ugh i love that crazy bitch

- i LOVE how they incorporated the umbrella man!! tbh i’ve always believed he was the one behind the assassination. Lee Harvey Oswald was framed

- honestly a bit understandable that Luther was planning on killing Vanya? cause he had no idea who she is now, but them reuniting was actually really sweet. he’s grown up so much

- the Swedes and their cats.

- the Umbrella company building with the nuclear family mannequins... creepy, awesome shit

- baby pogo baby pogo baby pogo baby pogo

- shanked diego shanked diego shanked diego shanked diego

- did anyone else get vibes from Klaus’s episode opening that he was an escort to the old woman? like how he was being shown off at her arm or something and getting out of jail from a call from the governor. idk maybe the lady was just very taken with him, as anyone would be

- Elliot, our helpful king

- Allison and Klaus’s reunion was so sweet!! i’m so glad they got to interact so much more in this season

- Ben getting Raymond out through a haunting... hilarious

- sweet intimate moment between Lila and Diego

- Ray meeting Luther was hilarious, but i do feel for the poor guy. i mean i’m not in love with my adoptive sister but still

- the sit-in was really well done and beautiful while terrible. the ‘riot’ that ensued was very appropriate for today’s setting

- D-Dave

- honestly i was scared that Klaus was gonna be overly attracted to him or whatever, which would be weird cause he’s years younger than Klaus, but honestly, at the core he just wanted to save Dave’s life. even if it means never meeting him in a different timeline. he truly loved Dave. and that ptsd flashback was done so well

- i knew Lila wasn’t trustworthy but i didn’t REALLY expect that!

- Vanya and Luther talking with each other, Luther admitting the apocalypse wasn’t all her fault. beautiful

- the Majestic 12 reminds me of the conspiracy theory that only a few families control basically everything in the world. the Majestic 12 may be based off of that, idk

- idk about everyone else but Klaus’s scorpion and the frog story made total sense to me! frogs ARE bitches

- the diner scene.... ugh. it really shows that the two of them did fall in love and they did stupid in love things, like talking about their family, about why Dave wanted to join, favorite colors, favorite foods, etc. however that’s seen later on when Dave visits the compound

- yes it’s very disheartening when Klaus is attacked, but honestly i think it had to happen, just like the riot had to happen. the 60s weren’t a fun time for lgbt people and poc. it was only going to be a matter of time before the show HAD to acknowledge the consequences of Klaus’s ‘flamboyancy’ in 1963 Texas. it doesn’t make it right or easy to see, but it’s realistic.

- it also makes sense that Klaus fell off the wagon after experiencing something like that. yes we all would’ve liked him to stay sober, but sobriety and recovery aren’t linear.

- Allison is so happy with Ray can we please drop this pseudo-incest plotline let’s MOVE ON

- Texas Grace ! who is not actually Grace rip (i think? i was a bit confused lol)

- the scene with Harlan running off was really upsetting but we got to see those weird light particles that we saw in the first season

- Pogo Pogo Pogo Pogo

- Klaus being a dick to Ben again, as brothers do. i do feel bad for Ben though it must be sooo frustrating. that scene with him and Allison was really sweet and funny tho

- i just have to say that Luther and Diego are so fucking funny this season it’s awesome. like there are a LOT of good lines overall by everyone but they’re hilarious. “At least he didn’t shank my ass” “no bro, he shanked your heart”“Dads part of a sinister CABAL that’s plotting on killing the president.” “a caBAL?”“You two still a thing? *leans in* do we need to talk?” “No, she’s married.” “Woah dude... that’s rough.” and countless others

- the sibling reunion!!

- Klaus really does get left out of everything tbh

- Ben :(

- sisters and Klaus!! that was so awesome to see. and Klaus’s hairpins, Vanya saying she’s gonna tell Sissy she loves her, their dance sequence, Klaus calling Allison out on that incest. beautiful

- the fucking Swedish cover of Hello was PERFECT i mean i was sad for the Swedes but it was hilarious. there were a couple beautiful shots of the boat on fire though

- god it must’ve been so traumatizing for Allison to be thrust into such a hostile place with no voice and no way to contact her family

- idk about you guys but long live Team Zero

- calling Ben that he was becoming their father was a bit uncalled for

- the fact that Klaus didn’t help Dave’s chances, and in fact escalated Dave’s own timeline.. his trembling hands... robert sheehan is an amazing actor

- the Black president bit lmaoo loved it

- the way Reginald spoke to Diego.. i’m gonna throw hands with an old man

- Klaus LITERALLY looked like he was having a seizure and they all just... played it off??

- poor, poor Carl. nah fuck him lol

- that bloody opening scene was awesome! and thank god Five got to say fuck. the fact that it was about a candy bar makes too much sense

- Robert Sheehan acting as Ben: amazing showstopping spectacular he’s so talented

- the whole multiple Fives and Luther bit was honestly really funny, and i immensely respect smaller Five over bigger Five.

- yes Klaus, you survived a family of seven. you got this

- not sad about Carl dying one bit!

- Ben... that was such a beautiful scene. not just the content of the scene, but the cinematography. Ben fading away... Vanya hugging him... ugh. the main takeaway i had from that scene is that at the core of it all, Ben and Klaus love each other immensely. they have a weird, dysfunctional, fucked up relationship, where Klaus is an asshole and Ben definitely shouldn’t of possessed him without his consent, but they’re still brothers, and Ben forgives him.

- oof Ben’s funeral was hard. also was it just me or did Klaus’s kid actor sound weird? like it sounded like Robert was dubbing his lines

- all the siblings back together again!!!! Klaus going with Vanya to save Harlan!! Vanya telling him Ben forgives him and that it wasn’t Klaus’s fault Ben got stuck with him!! everyone in the car!!! be still my beating heart

- yeah didn’t see Lila having powers coming tbh. i really feel bad for her she’s had such a rough and traumatic life, especially with the Handler as her only parental figure

- the Swede brother and Five putting down their weapons: “enough.” the Swede wanted revenge for his brothers - an eye for an eye, but there was a mutual understanding between the two of them: they would do anything for their family. if the Swede hurts one of the Hargreeves, Five would never stop coming after him. i thought it was very beautiful

- mmm Reggie’s foreshadowing coming into play. proud of u Five

- the ending was so beautiful. everyone got closure in some type of way. except now Klaus is alone with nothing but his dog tags :(

- EMO BEN HAHAHA WTFFF?? is Lila in the sparrow academy? why was Ben’s portrait over the mantle piece? did Five disappear?? is the sparrow academy just older versions of the siblings who stuck around?? so many questions

FINAL THOUGHTS

- Ellen Page’s acting consistently blows me away. she is amazing

- beautiful cinematography, funny writing, pretty good acting. i didn’t like the soundtrack as much as i did the first season’s, but some of it wasn’t bad.

- i’m glad ben got peace, but i’m also glad justin min isn’t gone for good. his social media presence is too vital for us

- i swear to god if they keep treating klaus as a joke and don’t let him get any actual development like everyone else had (he barely got closure with Dave, he reconciled with Ben through a second party) next season, i’m gonna riot. PLEASE i want to learn more about his powers now that Ben is gone. what happened to seeing tons of ghosts when he’s sober??

- Luther and Diego were probably my favorite duo of the season, I’m so happy that they’ve reconciled and are bonding more.

- just seeing Vanya grow and be happy was amazing

all in all, really wonderful season. i probably liked it better than the first one. now it’s time to consume fanfiction and maybe finish my own (check out “god doesn’t want him and neither does the devil” on ao3!)

#the umbrella academy #tua spoilers #tua season 2 spoilers #the umbrella academy season 2 spoilers #the umbrella academy season 2 #tua season 2 #klaus hargreeves #luther hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #allison hargreeves #raymond chestnut #dave katz #diego hargreeves #reginald hargreeves

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astralsweetness · 4 years ago

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So Kiss Me Goodbye (Hui/Reader) (m)

➣ I wrote this in, like, fifteen minutes the day before his enlistment, so it’s not very good at all lmao

➣ Very very vaguely connected to this drabble, which is connected to this fic. Title from Pentagon’s “Beautiful Goodbye”, Hui’s line specifically: "So kiss me goodbye, if I have to leave I'd rather leave beautiful memories behind".

➣ Hui/Reader | Warnings include: Mentioned alcohol in the beginning, pegging (tho it’s not explicitly said, so it could be seen as a male!reader as well), implied choking, mentioned safewording, mentioned hair-pulling. Talks about his enlistment, sort of angsty but things are okay.

Hui’s leaning on you just a bit too heavily, both of his hands wrapped around one of yours to amuse himself. You knew it would end up like this when the somaek was brought out – he might not have had the highest tolerance, but that didn’t mean he found it difficult to drink something lighter than soju.

“It was a lot of fun.” He’s speaking quietly to you, aware of the taxi driver even while drunk, some idol-life rules ingrained in his being without needing to be sober. That being said, the fact that he was half on top of you proved his memory was very selective. “It’s been a while since we could all get together.”

You’ve heard this before, mostly because he’d said some iteration of this to you about six other times tonight. You know how Hui is going to respond to your response, but you lead him down the same conversation as before anyway. “Didn’t you all get together to do the exact same thing the last time you were set to enlist, Hui?” You’re wary to call him anything else in the presence of a cab driver who may or may not be listening.

“Hyojongie didn��t bring Hyuna-noona last time.” He says it like it’s as simple as that, and you suppose it is. For someone who thrived off of being surrounded by his found family, having an extra person was probably nice. “Wish Jinho-hyung could have come though.”

“You know he doesn’t get many off days.” You’re not totally listening to the conversation considering it was one you’d already had with him more than once, but you can feel his glittering gaze on the side of your face, looking at you like you were everything he ever wanted. It was heavy with alcohol but no less sincere.

You keep your gaze turned away, out the window at the night scenery blurring by, his hands still holding yours as he tucks his face in against your neck, facemask rough against your skin.

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By the time you get home he is half-asleep, the driver looking at you with pity as Hui leans on you when the two of you get out of the taxi. You’re not sure why that look bothers you, fingers holding Hui’s waist a bit tighter in reflex.

He is asleep the instant he touches your bed, curled up on his side of it with his face buried in your pillow, like even in his dreams he was trying to make up for the fact that you weren’t directly next to him. He’s still wearing the clothes he’d worn out to the get-together, but you don’t even entertain the thought of waking him up to deal with them – it was obvious how tired he was, even without the alcohol’s influence.

You leave a glass of water and an aspirin on the bedside table near him, sliding under your covers moments later – he turns towards you instantly, and you wrap your arms around him out of habit, one hand resting lightly on the back of his neck. That was a habit too.

Kissing him on the forehead wasn’t a habit, and he makes a soft sound at the feeling, nuzzling in against your collarbone.

.｡..｡.

You wake to kisses littering across your cheekbones – before you even open your eyes you can hear him laughing softly, knowing precisely when you awoke. He was just too perceptive when it came to those he loved.

“Sweetheart, I’m pretty sure this isn’t my dorm.”

“Shouldn’t you be hungover..” Your response is less than enthusiastic, even when he cuddles up to you and presses more kisses to your jaw. He wanted something, you just didn’t know what yet.

“I am – and I would be worse if my darling lover hadn’t left medicine by the bed.” He pauses only briefly, during which you crack your eyes open finally to look at him. He does look vaguely hungover, but he also looks beautiful, dark hair falling into his eyes and petal pink lips upturned into a slight grin, face the vaguest bit puffy from the alcohol and extended sleep. Then again, he always looked beautiful to you. “I love you.”

That was a new phrase that had entered your relationship only recently, and something Hui had seemed to cling to when it had been given to him. He said it all the time, as a greeting, as a promise, as a threat, as a goodbye.

But the words felt heavy on your tongue – what was that supposed to mean, when he led the life he did? With your relationship the way it currently was? He’s still waiting for a response with an expression you can only categorize as fond. He never rushed you when it came to this, just smiled and waited, unbothered, like he knew your response even if you didn’t say it.

He deserved the truth though, so you murmur a quiet “I love you too” that wreathes around the two of you like a heavy entity, suffocating but also warm and protective.

“This isn’t your dorm because I wanted to wake up next to you.” That, too, was the truth – the sunset hue of his eyes turns more dawn than dusk at the words, brows pulling together like hearing that was a sweet type of pain. He doesn’t say the I’m sorry I can’t more often that you know is crowding on his tongue. Instead he just presses a soft kiss to your lips before the mischievous look from before re-enters his eyes. He definitely wanted something.

“Since I’m here, what about morning sex?” He says it with no shame, forcing a startled laugh out of you – the room feels lighter somehow, and you reach out to affectionately cup his face, brushing your thumb across his cheek. You can feel the slight imperfections of his skin under your finger, the minute things makeup would always cover, his perfect flaws that you loved.

“Depends.” Your hand caresses his face and slides down until it’s wrapped snugly against the side of his throat, right in the spot it belongs. When he swallows you can feel it under your palm, warm and trusting. “What did you have in mind?”

“Want you to fuck me.” He’s grinning, like he enjoys getting to say something so blatantly naughty sounding after always policing what he says for the camera. “It’s been a really long time since I got fucked last.”

“Really?” You find that hard to believe, considering your Hui had always been sort of a slut (which you called him with all the affection in the world). He laughs in mock offense at your question, so utterly happy just from getting to spend the morning with you, despite his apparent hangover.

“Yes, really! I haven’t even gotten to use my own fingers in a while – do you have any idea how clingy those boys can get when they put their mind to it? Even Hyunggu will follow me around now that the enlistment date was confirmed.” Hui’s whining, trying to make a big deal out of something you know he in actuality loved.

“Then I guess I have some work to do, don’t I?” He scoots back a bit so you can stretch as you sit up, blankets pooling around your waist. It’s only now you notice that at some point in the morning he had shed his belt and pants from the night before. “Someone as pretty and cute as you shouldn’t have to touch themselves, isn’t that right?”

He throws you a smile in response – it’s one of his fragile ones, where he looks almost sad but is instead simply overcome with emotion. You can’t help laughing at him, sliding from under the covers and tossing the lube at him haphazardly. He stretches to catch it, just managing to keep it from falling off the bed. “That was supposed to be a good line, Hui, but you ruined it with your sappy affection.”

“Oh – wait, hang on, you can say it again and I’ll pretend I haven’t heard it.”

Sex with Hui ranged from anywhere between incredibly tense and passionate to carefree and casual, and this seemed to be one of the latter scenarios. There’s a persistent laugh lingering in his throat, infectious, and you can’t help but to laugh along whenever he does.

The atmosphere only slightly changes when you begin to open him up, a specific type of gracefulness seen in the line of his body when you crook your fingers and he arches his back off the bed. A sound that might have been a yelp or a moan accompanies it. Everything is still soft and hazy, warmth suffused through your bodies from where his fingers tangle with your own.

You’re content to let him take the lead, watching tenderly even while his fingers curl semi-painfully into your shoulders when he bottoms out, head thrown back, throat working as he swallows hard. You wonder if you could get away with marking him up before he has to go, but ultimately decide not to, knowing at least someone will be recording when he leaves.

Watching him move on top of you while you lie back and watch is a type of special pleasure - he is just so beautiful, brow furrowed and lips parted, gaze dark and intense but just a bit disconnected like he was focused only on how good he felt. It’s only when his movements become rough that you take all control back, a simple heavy hand on his hip making him still. Sweat glistens on his skin, cock red and glistening with pre-cum from a mixture between desperation and arousal.

“Slower – Hwitaek, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” You reach for his hand, finding it easily even if you curse yourself for your choice of words – it trembles in your grasp and you wonder, for the first time, if he hasn’t been totally honest about how he feels about the four weeks he’ll be gone for basic training. He’s gazing down at you with such a bittersweet expression that it makes your chest ache, and he’s completely stopped moving at this point, resting on your hips, taking all of you as deep as possible.

“I know.” His voice is a soft whisper – four weeks of no contact, of only one phonecall for a limited time every seven days. You weren’t sure he’d ever gone that long without contact from either you or one of his boys.

It’s not fear you’re seeing reflected back at you in his eyes, but loneliness. A lingering sadness because he doesn’t want to be apart from those he loves for even a moment.

“Do you need to safeword, baby?” It feels necessary to ask, to remind him of his safety net considering the way he had gone distant, body tense and fingers shaking around your own.

“No.” It’s still soft, but more firm than his voice had been earlier. Whatever had taken hold of his thoughts he’s managed to shake off – it hurts you, but you know it’s necessary. There wasn’t anything anyone could do to change what was going to happen. “Just want to be with you for a while.”

“You’ve got me, darling.” Your words are followed by the sweet press of his lips against your knuckles, fingers still curled protectively around your own like it was something sacred to him. “Here, let’s switch positions, let me take care of you.”

“You already are.” He sounds exasperated but amused, a little grunt being torn from his chest anyway when his back hits the bed, feeling the way you shift inside of him. When you lean down to kiss him he returns it eagerly, if not a bit languidly, a soft whimper of a moan being swallowed up by your mouth when you begin to thrust into him again.

He’s quieter than he usually is, more subdued, one hand clenched tight in the pillow above him and the other interlaced with your own. You’re fucking him deep, punching little gasps out of his lungs while he rocks his hips towards your own. As beautiful as he is you can’t stop your gaze from drifting to his neglected cock, red and slick with need and desperation.

“That looks painful, baby.” You’re speaking softly, bent over him, and he cracks his eyes open simply so he can crane his neck up and kiss you. You try not to laugh into the kiss and largely succeed. “You ready to cum, sweetheart?” At his nod you un-entangle your hand from his, ignoring the disappointed whine that lodges in his throat. It’s quick to transform into a breathless moan when you wrap your hand around him, the glide of skin on skin incredibly slick already from how much he’d been leaking.

Hui orgasms with a sharp gasp, so much quieter and less dramatic than he usually is, muscles in his abdomen tensed tightly and head thrown back, digging into the pillow. The cum glitters on his skin under the weak rays of sun filtering in through the drapes, and he’s breathing hard, chest heaving, and you’re not sure you’ve ever seen something or someone so primally beautiful before.

He lets you be away from him just long enough for you to clean his stomach off with tissues before he’s tugging you back down beside him. It’s a bit too warm, his skin sweaty and sticky, but you nestle down against him anyway and indulge in his presence, perhaps over indulging as the two of you share countless long, languorous kisses.

“Maybe I should be worrying about how I can go four weeks without this, instead of anything else.” His words are coated with amusement and you can’t help but to giggle with him, burying your nose into his neck. His fingers continue to play with yours, resting on his bare chest.

“You’ll manage.” You press a kiss to the corner of his lips when he turns to look down at you, an “I love you” lingering between you both, unspoken but known. “I know you’ll be okay.”

#subidolnet #hui x reader #hui smut #pentagon x reader #pentagon smut #hwitaek smut #hwitaek x reader #sub!hui #sub!hwitaek #sub!pentagon #hui #hwitaek #pentagon

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szivtalan · 3 years ago

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otp questions for endhawks.........will u kick me if i'm greedy and say ALL OF THE NUMBERS

I WILL NOT but this might take a while tho!!!!

1. Who is the most affectionate?

hawks is more physically affectionate - he'll link their arms together, cuddle to enji's side in public, climb in his lap when they're home, hold his hand, initiate kisses more. but it's enji that people notice sending fond looks for his boyfriend so many times it becomes embarrassing - tabloids will have a whole article on endeavor's "heart eyes" ("my eyes are not hearts" enji frowns at the magazine in hawks' hands, who just shrugs and grins "seems like they are for me") so i would say, deep down the big man's a softie too

2. Big spoon/Little spoon?

enji/hawks. unless enji has a nightmare, because in that case, hawks is more than happy to be his lil jetpack.

3. Most common argument?

ah they fight about the most useless things but one of my favorites that must come up often is enji thinking that hawks deserves better than him, and hawks insisting that he's everything he ever wanted.

4. Favorite non-sexual activity?

kicking villain ass and family dinners. hawks likes to eat, and enji likes to eat with his loved ones all in one place. he wonders why hawks gets along so well with his children, and then he realizes - he forgot (again) how insanely young hawks is, and that he's merely a few years older than his youngest son, too. ngl natsuo glares daggers at his old man for having a boyfriend half his age ahahaha

5. Who is most likely to carry the other?

given that enji could swing hawks around like a yo-yo, i think it's him ADJGSGH

6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

hawks likes everything about enji. he's really into his body, but also his dry sarcasm, his occasional goofy jokes, and most of all, his heart. hawks will watch enji kneel down to a couple of children at a battlefield, his own face and hands dripping with blood, grunt out "are you alright, kiddos? come here, i'll get you somewhere safe" and see him do exactly that, scoop the kids up in his arms and carry them on shaking legs that could barely keep himself up, and then he will see him let his eldest burn the world, his second eldest scream at his face, his youngest treat him like dirt and know that he still cares so deeply for them, know that he loves them and wants the best for them and if the best is torment their father until he dies or worse, he'll let them without so much as a complaint.

enji, on the other hand, loves how easily hawks can lift the mood. he's learned to see through facades, and he'll call him out if he senses that it's hurting hawks to put on a mask, but hawks joking around and mouthing off makes our atlas feel like the weight of the world is a little lighter that day. he loves him for how driven he is, how graceful and hard-working and focused he seems in a fight, and thinks about how those traits were most important to him in the past but now he can see hawks use them to create a world where they can rest, and he realizes... that's not so bad an idea after all.

7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

enji speeds up the process of divorcing his wife lol. also he becomes more nervous around hawks, because shit, he likes him too, but he shouldn't be liked, why does hawks even like him? when hawks learns that enji likes him too, he gets shamelessly flirty. he doesn't make a move, of course - enji is still a married man, but he'll laugh at his nervousness, play with his own hair for enji's viewing pleasure and send suggestive winks his way like the damn tease he is.

8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

enji calling hawks birdie is pretty obvious. hawks alternates every petname imaginable for enji when he learns that he's never been called one (he figures it out when he jokingly calls him darling once and enji blushes to the roots of his hair), his favorite is "sweetheart" and "baby". enji also calls hawks his angel, but only when he's being very soft for him

9. Who worries the most?

i mean..... both? enji tends to worry more for hawks' safety and hawks worries more for the crushing guilt enji lives with.

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

hawks - claims he does, but the truth is, he says a different thing each time and enji's happy to try new things as long as hawks will beam at him proudly after ordering

11. Who tops?

depends. they both do. enji topped more at the beginning because hawks was really into it and he was kinda insecure about asking for anything else, but hawks once offered and found out that he has a delicious bottom bitch on his hands.

12. Who initiates kisses?

hawks. height difference doesn't really matter when you have wings to fly up to your boyfriend's face and kiss him stupid

13. Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

enji does. he wants to feel that hawks is by his side all the time, safe and sound.

14. Who kisses the hardest?

again, enji. his kisses get desperate, his hands rough. his temperature goes up despite his will and he just wants hawks to melt against him

15. Who wakes up first?

enji does! he's used to working out in the early morning before going to work

16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

hawks does!! deep down he's still a rebellious lazy teen and whenever he has a day off, he likes to sleep until 12. he swears he considers breaking up with enji the first time the man wakes him up at 6 to ask if he wants to come work out with him

17. Who says I love you first?

surprisingly, enji does. hawks is way too protective of his own feelings to let them flow out so soon, but enji is desperate, he wants hawks by his side for ever, and the first time he says it is the first time he realizes it's true. they're out eating dinner one day, and enji watches hawks chew around the food in his mouth, downing chicken like his life depended on it, and he watches the last rays of sunlight hit his golden hair, his golden eye, paint his wings blood red, and he knows he hasn't seen anything more perfect than that sight. he tells him he loves him, and hawks laughs so much he almost chokes on food. "pretty fucked up to tell me that while i'm deepthroating yakitori" he tells him, giggling

18. Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

hawks!!! it usually says cheesy things like "good luck at work, endeavor-san!" or "don't forget to eat ur vegetables!" when there are zero vegetables in the lunches hawks packs for him

19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

i mean hawks doesn't have much connection to his family, or has many friends, but enji is kind of pressed to tell his family all about his relationship since, you know. the news would reach them sooner or later anyway

20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

mirko is THRILLED that hawks is dating endeavor. the todoroki family, i mean.... shoto is confused, natsuo is mad, fuyumi and rei are both supportive and say they both want the best for enji. but mostly they just all think that he's really. Really young lol

21. Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

hawks!!! he likes to dance around the kitchen while enji is cooking or doing the dishes, and sometimes manages to seduce enji into his arms too.

22. Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

hawks is a better cook, but he never tells enji about that. he just lets him suffer and teach himself how to cook because it's so much fun

23. Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

hawks, but he says nothing he would ever say can beat enji calling him his angel. that's the cheesiest it can get, and it's also only because of his wings, like shut up enji omg that's so embarrassing

24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

hawks gets bored on important meetings. then he looks over to enji in a suit and gets horny. one of his favorite hobbies is watching enji squirm and struggle to keep it together after he's stroked his thigh under the table and whispered filth in his ear

25. Who needs more assurance?

enji does. he really, honestly thinks he doesn't deserve the love hawks has for him.

26. What would be their theme song?

my dude every song on ur playlist could be but this one in particular takes the cake for real

27. Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

in an au where enji's kids are still kids instead of grown adults, hawks would definitely read to them (sometimes legit tales, sometimes just colored-up and censored versions of their dad's missions) and cuddle them to sleep while he hums to them softly. in a non-au, enji catches him with shoto sleeping all wrapped up in his arms and wings, right after comforting him when he had a nightmare, trying to keep awake but slowly dozing off holding enji's youngest, most precious son, and enji kind of falls in love a lot more.

28. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

text, call, videochat. hawks makes a show of wearing some of enji's clothes, but really, you can't keep these assholes away from each other.

29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

enji will never think he deserves to have hawks by his side

30. one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

hawks will never grow tired of showing enji how much he deserves him.

#ask and i shall answer #paradox-of-retaliation #thank YOU fuck my fingers hurt #this was a LOT but i loved it ty #endhawks #bnha #anime

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⇢ pairing: bokuto kotaro/reader/tendo satori

⇢ au: college!au, poly!au

⇢ summary: tendou is doing his best to give you and bokuto some alone time, but at every turn his plan backfires. dates go awry and he winds up interrupting you more than ever. after another failed date, a twist of luck gives you the solution to his problem.

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⇢ warnings: two different established relationships, polyamory, mild angst, fingering, double penetration, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

⇢ word count: 7.1k

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⇢ a/n: i know i know, they’re a weird pairing. tell me they don’t give off similar vibes tho. as usual, thank you to the woml @keijiskitten for not only editing this but for hardcore hyping me in her comments. ilysm.

The rain beat a rhythmic tattoo on the top of Tendo’s umbrella as he wandered home, matching his mood and the rapid pace of his heart. Water splashed up with every step, spraying his shoes and the cuffs of his jeans and he wondered idly if they would dry before classes tomorrow. Thunder echoed in the distance, but his pace remained the same.

Lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, he paid little attention to where he was going, choosing to stare at his feet as he wondered, not for the first time, why he wasn’t good enough.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he pulled it out despite the danger of the rain. The racing of his thoughts quieted down when he saw your smiling face, relief washing through him at the distraction as he hit talk.

You were quiet for a moment, waiting for him to make or break the start of the conversation and, when he said nothing, you sighed. “Hurry home, okay? I have ice cream and Insidious ready to play. I don’t want you getting electrocuted.”

On the other end of the line, you could hear the steady patter of rain and a plethora of unspoken words and feelings. Normally that would have made him laugh.

You hated this, the aftereffects of a failed date or relationship. It took all the life out of your bright and bubbly Tendo, the effect of years of built up insecurities and walls. He was open and sweet as could be to the people he let in, but that trust was fragile.

“Alright.”

That one word spoke volumes about how he was feeling. Whether he was stood up or there was just no interest on their part, it didn’t matter. But he wasn’t crying, which meant that at least it wasn’t another joke date. You had nearly burned down the dorms over that one and after a frantic night of comforting Tendo after you found him, you had gathered up your friends and made a show out of supporting him. It had taken him weeks to recover from that and a lot of nights were spent in your arms, clingy and needy and making sure you were there.

Even if he didn’t tell you as much, you knew that’s what he was doing. That one stupid little prank had sent him back into his own personal hell, one it had taken you months to work him out of in the first place. Trust from him was hard to come by, but he was loyal to a fault once you had it.

“Baby, you know I love you, right?” you asked, and he almost missed it over the rain. He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, staring down at his dirty sneakers as a flash of doubt struck through him. His heart clenched in his chest, the pain almost unbearable as he realized what he was doing to himself.

Suddenly, he just wanted to be home, where you would kiss and hug his insecurities away, proving your words were true and you weren’t just saying them.

“I’ll be home in a few,” he said and hung up. It would have startled you if you weren’t used to it. He tended to act before he thought, and once he set a course it was like it took over. Knowing a few literally meant a few, you returned to the living room, where your own guest lay sprawled across the couch still.

You could see the white frosted tips over the back of the couch, hear his quiet laughter at whatever was playing on the TV, head propped up in his hand. When you sat down in front of him, leaning against his stomach and sighing, he muted it.

“Ah, do you want me to leave? I guess it didn’t go so well,” Bokuto said, wrapping one arm around your waist. He wasn’t usually so perceptive, but it was such a specific sound that he just knew what it meant.

It was an impromptu date for the two of you, what with Tendo having one of his own. You had called him up an hour before and asked what he was doing and whether he wanted to hang out for a while, but with Tendo on his way home… Not that he minded you and Bokuto being together, and they got along great, which was a relief for you. There was a running joke in your group of friends about how one of the world’s seven great mysteries was how the hell you managed to curb the two of them at the same time.

The answer was there was no curbing it, you just watched them burn bright. Pretty sight, usually. The chaotic energy they channeled was amazing, so long as it wasn’t directed at you. Which meant not letting them get bored, which meant you were constantly on the go. Not that that was a bad thing, it was just a lot.

“It didn’t, but it’s storming and your dorm is all the way on the other side of campus,” you answered, running your fingers through his hair. A quick shower after he came in had rid him of the gel he had put in earlier that day-- dummy hadn’t brought an umbrella and the bottom opened just before he reached your apartment. You opened the door to find him absolutely soaked and laughing his fool head off while you ushered him in.

He sat on the couch while you towel dried his hair, leaving it artfully messy and fluffy and god was he ever gorgeous. You had just started making out, one of his hands on your ass and the other sliding up your shirt, when you got a text from Ushiwaka.

‘Tendo texted me. You need to call him.’

“Oh hell,” you groaned, threading your fingers through your hair. That could only mean one thing and sure enough, he was on his way home.

Bokuto hummed, catching your hand and kissing your palm and inner wrist. “If you’re sure it’ll be okay. I know how he gets and I don’t wanna intrude.”

Truth be told, he very much did want to intrude. You and Tendo together was something he had dreamed of more than once, though you both seemed oblivious. Which was absolutely ridiculous given he wasn’t known for his subtlety. And Tendo was supposed to be known for being good at guessing shit. Clearly that only applied to volleyball because he was missing Bokuto’s clear cues.

“Yeah, it’s too late now anyway,” you said as the lock turned with a dull click and Tendo stepped in. He looked unsurprised to see Bokuto there-- if anything he looked a little guilty. The front of his jeans was splattered with mud and there were flecks of water on his waterproof windbreaker. His breath was coming out in pants, indicating he had been running, and he collapsed onto the couch at Bokuto’s feet after dumping his jacket on the back of the loveseat.

“Hey, buddy,” he said, pulling himself up into a sitting position. “You ready for some ice cream and horror?”

Flashing Bokuto a grateful look, you scooted down until you were seated practically on top of Tendo. The couch shifted as Bokuto stood, wandering into the kitchen and rifling loudly through drawers and cabinets. You wanted to say it was for show, to let you know he was giving you space, but really it was just how he naturally was.

Boy didn’t know how to do anything quietly.

“You wanna talk about it?” you asked, carding your fingers through his hair. The humidity had dampened the gel, his spiky locks falling down onto his forehead. They came away slightly sticky, but you did it again anyway.

Tendo stared at his knees, heaving a sigh. “She took one look at me and made an excuse to leave. Something about how she remembered her mom needed her help with something. Real original, right?”

Poor Tendo. It was a recurring theme throughout his childhood and highschool life. In elementary school, they had called him a monster. In highschool it settled down, but those who hadn’t been able to get past his appearance to see the bright soul underneath still spread rumors, calling him creepy and a freak, a thug and a delinquent. It had eased up once he made his friends on the volleyball team-- no one had wanted to get on Ushiwaka’s bad side.

Volleyball had given him a measure of self-confidence that he had never had, but that was as far as it went. Anyone outside of his circle of friends was met with suspicion, even if he didn’t show it. He was good at putting on a show for strangers, but anyone who knew him knew the difference. You hadn’t managed to get him to agree to a date for almost a year after meeting him, working your ass off to prove to him you wanted it.

It was Ushiwaka who kept you going, promising you that Tendo liked you just as much but he was afraid. “Just give him time, and don’t give up on him. He needs this, _____.”

So, shortly after a year had passed, he finally let you into his good graces and it was like your life had exploded into color. There was never a dull moment with Tendo before, but after he agreed to a date it was like the faucet had gotten stuck on and there was nothing anyone could do to turn it off.

Everything Tendo did was done with some measure of erratic carelessness, right down to getting dressed in the morning. Dragging you along to games and on dates without asking was something you had grown used to. Seeing everything the way he did came later, when you reached the point in your relationship where your thoughts synced up and you knew what the other was thinking without even having to think.

It didn’t matter that it had been years since you first got together, you still received texts throughout the day that held no coherent meaning, but you understood nonetheless to mean I love you. Whether it was a phrase in the book he was reading for lit class or the way the sun reflected off the screen of his phone, if he was reminded of you you were sure to find out.

You still woke up in his arms every morning, long legs tangled with yours, drool at the corner of his mouth as he snored softly into your ear. It made no difference if you had gone to bed angry with one another, you always woke up surrounded by warmth and strong arms.

So why were you the only one who could see that?

“I’m sorry, baby. She clearly doesn’t know a good thing when she sees one, if she did that,” you said, a familiar phrase versed a hundred different ways every time he came home after a failed date.

Being completely honest, you had no idea why Tendo continued to agree to them. You admired him for persevering and not giving up, but his determination to try was somehow disheartening. Not that you were afraid he was trying to replace you, god knew that was the last thing on his mind, but you didn’t understand what he was aiming for. Even when you asked, he’d just shrug.

“Just playin’ the field, princess. No real reason.”

That obviously just wasn’t true, because otherwise he wouldn’t be so torn up over others’ judgments and assumptions.

His head fell to your shoulder, arms winding around your waist, releasing a long sigh into your neck. “Yeah, I know.”

It really didn’t sound like he knew, and he really didn’t feel like he knew either. The only thing he was sure of was you, the only constant good thing in his life. Besides Ushiwaka and volleyball and apparently Bokuto, but those just weren't the same.

The couch shifted beside you once again and you lost your balance. Only Bokuto’s hand at your back kept you upright, and you paused to readjust. Tendo followed suit, moving around you like a jellyfish until you were settled into Bokuto’s side, his head resting on your lap as you continued to stroke his hair.

The opening scene to The Hills Have Eyes played on the TV, the tub of ice cream Bokuto had spent 15 minutes getting out of the freezer thawing on the table beside three spoons.

“Everybody ready for some scares?” Bokuto asked, slinging his arm around your shoulders. This was new territory for him. While the three of you would sometimes spend time together studying or hanging out with friends, a whole date night was something that had never come up. Especially not after a backfired date. Usually if that happened Bokuto would book it at your request, leaving you to clean up the pieces of your partner.

Tendo hummed, his sleepy eyes half-closed, long fingers intertwined with yours on your thigh, almost touching Bokuto’s. You pressed play on the movie and silence lapsed as the opening credits played, Bokuto opening the tub of ice cream and digging out a spoonful. He offered it to you, and you giggled around the mouthful, way too big for you. Tendo looked up and smiled a little in response to the sound and sat up, receiving a spoonful in his face as well.

Taking it like a champ, he swallowed it before saying, “I’ll be right back. Gonna go change.”

The light in the bedroom flicked on and you paused the movie while Bokuto took a bite, tempted to get up and follow after him. But he was lightning quick and settled back down beside you before you could make a decision, pressing play once again.

Bokuto slid his arm from around your shoulders when Tendo pulled you in close, nuzzling his nose into your hair. The rain still thundered outside, indicating a long and miserable walk home if he wanted to leave. Which, being honest, he didn’t. He liked being with you and Tendo and, though he couldn’t tell for sure, thought Tendo liked having him around too. At least, he assumed that because he assumed everyone liked having him around.

Can’t be wrong if he isn’t aware of it, right?

It more than surprised him-- even though he was casually watching from the corner of his eyes-- when you leaned back into his side, Tendo’s elbows digging into his ribs from the combined weight of both of you. Tendo’s face was still hidden in your neck, and he didn’t shy away from the contact, while your head tilted at a very awkward angle to meet his eye, giving him a sly smirk.

Maybe Bokuto wasn’t as subtle as he thought he was being.

Which was absolutely true, it had just taken you awhile to figure out if Tendo would be okay with it. Also, if asked, you would swear it was Tendo who had pushed you into him, and he wouldn’t deny it either.

Tendo wasn’t unaware of Bokuto at all. The former ace of Fukurodani-- and current ace of his college team-- was hard to miss. Frosted spiky tips, sharp yellow eyes that appeared scary until he opened his mouth and said something utterly stupid, an easygoing personality and muscles for days were all things Tendo could appreciate. That he made you happy was just a really, really amazing bonus and was one of the reasons he liked Bokuto in the first place.

The other reason being, of course, that he didn’t treat Tendo like an outsider when they first met. Nothing about his strange appearance or name had troubled him and, if anything, seemed to draw Bokuto to him. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why at first, but he liked Bokuto right from the start. It was a lot like how he had latched onto Ushiwaka when they first met and assumed it was just his open acceptance of him.

You later pointed out that it was because the two of them were too similar. “Two chaotic entities occupying the same space. Thank god you get along or you’d destroy the world,” you had said when he brought it up to you. That had made him laugh hard enough to cry, but it also seemed to fit the way the others viewed them when they got together.

“Oh god everyone run, they’re together again.”

“Someone call _____ or they’re gonna burn the mall down.”

Etc., etc., he couldn’t remember what else they’d said. Not that it mattered, because when he was with the both of you he felt right.

And when you had started dating Bokuto, he hadn’t been bothered because it still felt right. Until he realized that the two of you would probably want some alone time and he found himself with a lot of free time-- and doubts. Unable to process those doubts-- his mind was always too muddled and on the go to really nail down a problem-- he settled on finding his own second partner, hoping that doing so would calm his erratic thoughts.

And that obviously did not work because every time he tried to go out, he would end up interrupting your date with Bokuto. Even though you said it was fine and never seemed angry, it seemed like his attempts to give you a little bit of range were backfiring, and every time he wondered if this was going to be the night that you let him have it.

“What, ‘Tori?” you asked, breaking your eye contact with Bokuto to look down at the red head in your arms. You could hear him muttering something that sounded vaguely like an apology, but it was muffled by the sound of the TV and his face hidden in your neck.

Bokuto looked curious when you looked back up at him, brows quirked in confusion and a question in your eyes. You looked adorable, and he snickered into his hand. He could never take anything too seriously, after all and, even though you looked concerned it was outweighed by the cuteness factor.

“I--” Tendo started, drawing both of your attention. He pulled back, kneeling up between your legs and scratching the back of his head. “I’m sorry, you know. For always interrupting your dates. I’ve been trying to give you some space but it just seems like it happens more when I do. It really isn’t intentional.”

The childlike fear as he looked anywhere but at the two of you would have been amusing if he didn’t sound so nervous. Instead it just broke your heart that he thought he had to remove himself to make you happy. Of course, that was typical of Tendo. If you weren’t getting it from him, he thought it meant you didn’t need him around.

You really should’ve noticed sooner. Tendo had never dated around before you started seeing Bokuto. It was so obvious to you now, after it had already been explained to you, and you cursed yourself.

Before you could say anything, Bokuto’s laughter broke the silence and two sets of eyes whipped around to him. His hand covered his eyes as his shoulders shook, the sound somehow both light and condescending and you weren’t sure what it meant.

When he finally looked back up, he was staring directly at Tendo.

“You know, for someone who’s supposed to be so observant you sure are oblivious sometimes. We never said we didn’t want you around. You just went off and assumed that was the case. Did you consider we might want you here?” he asked, resting his cheek on his curled fist, vivid yellow eyes locked on vermillion.

Tendou sank down a little, hands resting on your knees, but he couldn’t look away from Bokuto. “I don’t know. I guess I never really did.”

Bokuto finally broke eye contact just to roll them, a single, fluid motion that you couldn’t hope to do in a million years. “You know, for someone who’s supposed to be so good at reading people, you really are oblivious.”

“You said that already. You’ve been hanging out with Kuroo too much. Do you even know what oblivious means?” Tendo asked, his voice lighter than it had been all night. It suddenly felt like his dark world had exploded with light and color, returning to him his happiness.

“No, but did I use it right?” Bokuto asked, leaning forward and it was like a switch flipped and all three of you were laughing, pure and unadulterated, until tears streamed down your cheeks and you had to stop for fear that you’d die because you couldn’t breathe.

You had ended up with your head in Bokuto’s lap as you wiped your tears away, Tendo having fallen down to lay his on your stomach while he took in wheezy breaths. Bokuto was the last to stop laughing, his arm tossed over his eyes while he gasped for air.

Carding your fingers through Tendo’s soft locks, you asked, “So does this mean you’ll stop going out with all these people that don’t know what they’ve got, Sato? I can’t stand seeing you hurting because of them. And all because you think you need to give me space. As if you’ve given me an ounce since we started dating.”

Tendou laughed lightly again, his eyes closing as he traced patterns into the skin of your stomach, exposed where your shirt had ridden up while you were rolling around.

I love you.

Mine.

My sunshine.

Those were just a few of the things he thought of you on a daily basis, the most prevalent in his mind when your face flashed in his mind-- which was a very frequent occurrence, if he was being honest. If Tendo didn’t think about you at least once every ten minutes, he considered his day wasted. Which doubled if he added Bokuto into the mix, and he did. Often.

You giggled, wiggling a little as it tickled, but he didn’t stop. In fact, he started to actually tickle you, pinning your hips down so you couldn’t get away.

Two more hands wrapped around your wrists, pulling them away from where you were tugging at Tendo’s hair and smacking his arms and back, trying to get him to stop, and you wailed in despair. “This isn’t fair. Stop, stop please, I’m gonna--”

God if that begging didn’t sound awfully familiar. You sounded just like you did when he didn’t stop fucking you after you’d came.

Oops.

Tendo was the first to notice, his hand grazing over the hard tent in Bokuto’s shorts, and he stopped short to stare first at it then up at him. You didn’t notice that the tickling had stopped for a moment, stomach still tensed and ready for it to continue. When you finally opened your eyes, you found the two of them locked in a steady gaze and were confused by the sudden intensity.

“Can you blame me? Did you hear the sounds she was makin’? I mean, that was hot as fuck,” Bokuto said with a shrug and your cheeks flushed hot as you realized what he meant.

“Well it wasn’t my fault,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. You weren’t really upset and they both knew it, now grinning at each other. It wasn’t exactly what either of them thought would happen tonight but were either of them going to complain?

The hands that wrapped around your upper arms and tugged you up said no, and so did the hands that skimmed up your sides tickling as they pushed your shirt up. And what were you going to say, trapped between two of the most gorgeous men you could imagine? It was a literal dream come true-- you had dreamt about it on more than one occasion and woken up in a heated sweat.

Tendo liked those nights, even if he didn’t know the reason behind it.

Lifting your arms above your head, you let Bokuto pull your shirt off over your head, leaving your breasts to Tendo’s heated lips wrapping around your nipple. A familiar hand cupped your other breast, pinching and rolling that nipple between rough and calloused fingers and you craned your neck back.

Bokuto instantly knew what you wanted, his lips colliding with yours and swallowing the little gasps that had been leaving your lips. He didn’t know what kind of lover Tendo was, but you had certainly never complained about him, and wondered how their styles would mix.

Fingers wrapped around his, pulling his hand from your breast and he snatched it away, using it to cup your chin instead. The hand that had been on your hip, holding you steady, replaced the breast Tendou had just abandoned, occupying the wet, sensitive bud with his fingers. Your back was arched away from his chest, moaning into his mouth as he tasted you.

Tendou had engulfed your other nipple in his mouth, sucking and rolling it between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue as he rubbed your pussy outside the fabric of your shorts.

“No panties, huh, princess?” he asked, hot breath ghosting over your wet nipple and making you shiver. The shorts hid none of the wetness you were leaking, the smooth fabric feeling rough against your clit and you trembled as Bokuto’s breath hit your ear.

“Were you plannin’ to have your way with me tonight, kitten? Thought I’d fuck this pretty pussy before Satori came home?” he whispered, nipping the shell sharply while he pinched your nipple.

You jerked in his hold when Tendo kissed the soft flesh of your inner thighs, not even realizing he’d gotten down there until you felt his teeth. He nuzzled the area now sporting a red mark, taking in the smell of your coconut body wash, hands sliding up over your hips and hooking in the waistband of your shorts. When they were off, he gave you just one long, slow lick up your slick folds before he pulled back.

“Get on your knees, princess,” he commanded as he shed his own shirt, lanky torso flexing and stretching as he pulled it over his head. While you followed his order, he and Bokuto undressed, shedding clothes and dropping them right next to the couch.

You inhaled sharply through your nose when Bokuto settled back down behind you, the hard length of his cock poking between your legs, grazing your wet outer lips. His hands roamed over your torso, taking a handful of your tits and squeezing your hips until Tendo settled in front of you, and for the first time they paused, looking at each other over your shoulder.

Bokuto reacted first, beckoning to Tendo with his finger, who leaned closer to your shoulder. You automatically shifted out of the way, hands coming to rest on his arm and chest to balance yourself.

The first kiss was hesitant and soft, testing the water to see if it was what they wanted. It was, Tendo’s chapped lips parting to glide across Bokuto’s soft ones-- the result of religious use of chapstick. He responded instantly, tongue poking out to meet Tendo’s and you could feel the reaction in the way they squeezed you tighter, until one of Tendo’s hands left, carding his fingers through Bokuto’s limp grey locks.

The taste of ice cream lingered on their tongues when they pulled apart, pupils blown wide with a newfound lust for each other, wide eyes locked. Definitely new territory, as Tendo had never managed to snag a date with another man before.

Not that he had tried particularly hard-- he just didn’t try to date anyone, until you.

And now here he was, making out with Bokuto of all people. Wild.

Bokuto was the first to turn his attention back to you, distracted by the way your hips moved, gliding your slick folds along his cock. He sighed into your neck, kissing and licking the juncture of your shoulder as he began to rock his to meet yours, applying more pressure to your clit.

Your little hitched gasps and pants were music to their ears, Bokuto whispering against your skin, “You’re so wet for us, kitten. Did that turn you on? You’re dripping all over my cock.”

“How do we want her?” Tendo asked, sliding his cock in beside Bokuto’s, and you shivered as they talked about what they wanted to do to you.

“I don’t know about you, but I wanna take this pretty ass. How does that sound, beautiful?” he asked low into your ear. His tongue flicked out, tracing the shell of your ear and sparks flew down your spine.

Tendo smirked when your lips parted, looking up at him with wide eyes. Leaning over you, he grazed his lips over yours, laughing in his throat at the way you followed after him, seeking more. “You gotta tell him what you want, princess. Is that okay with you?”

You nodded, a low whine leaving your lips. “Yes, Ko, please that sounds so good.”

The slow movements over your slit stopped, the heat of his cock receding to be replaced with long, lithe fingers, and you instantly recognized them as Tendo’s. “And how does it sound if I fuck this pretty pussy, princess? You want both of us inside you at once?”

Once again you nodded, fingers tightening and nails digging into Tendo’s upper arm as his fingers probed inside of you, stretching your walls around two at once. You were already so wet you didn’t even flinch, moaning his name as Bokuto’s warmth disappeared from your back.

Heavy footsteps receded, barely noticed in your pleasured state, but Tendo watched over your shoulder as he stomped, proudly naked, down the hall into the bedroom. There was some rustling, like he was rifling through something, before he appeared again, bottle in hand.

Tendo knew it was there, but wasn’t something he’d bought nor used very often. But when he found it one day and asked, he’d hardened instantly when you told him Bokuto was more of an ass man than a pussy man. The filthy way you said that had led to several rounds in bed, during which he found out just why Bokuto liked it so much.

The snap of the plastic cap fell on deaf ears as Tendo continued to plunge his fingers into your tight heat, thumb circling over your clit with every thrust. You were practically dripping down his wrist and he knew when Bokuto had started by the way you clenched down on his fingers, a surprised gasp leaving your lips.

Behind you, Bokuto pressed his slicked up finger to your tight entrance, circling and massaging until you were wet enough to slide into. You squeezed down around him, a small, needy whine filling his ears while you fell forward into Tendou’s chest. Your fingernails bit into his skin, leaving angry crescent marks and you tried to focus on the feel of three fingers pumping in and out of you, gathering up your slick wetness and stretching you open.

A second finger pressed into your ass, scissoring just enough to feel mindblowing, while a third slid into your pussy and just thinking about how many fingers were fucking you was enough to send thrills of pleasure to your toes.

“God, princess, you look so beautiful,” Tendo whispered, his eyes narrowed as he watched your lips part and your skin turn pink. Each moan made his cock throb, dripping precum and aching to be inside you, but he would wait until Bokuto was ready. All he could think about was the whines and moans you would give them as they both filled you up at the same time, fluttering around them with no way to escape. Not that you would try-- you were practically begging them already, your pretty lips open and shiny as you licked them.

He leaned over to kiss you, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth and nipping, eliciting another moan from you.

Or maybe it was Bokuto that did that, a third slicked up finger probing into you, intensifying the stretch as he opened your ass up to be able to take his cock. He knew exactly how much you needed, how much you could take, and he couldn’t wait until you were ready to swallow him up. He could feel Tendo’s fingers bumping against his as they thrust inside of you in tandem, the sounds of your slick pussy and ass making his mouth water.

The pads of Tendo’s fingers were rough, brushing against the soft spot inside of you in time with your clit and you could steadily feel your orgasm closing in, moaning into his mouth as your nails dug into his shoulder. It was one thing to cum around a toy while Bokuto fucked your ass-- it was quite another to cum around his fingers while Tendou fingered your cunt and you tricked yourself into your orgasm with the thought, crying and whining against his lips while your thighs trembled with the urge to snap closed. Your hips rocked, unable to escape their assault, Bokuto spreading his fingers more before easing them out of you.

They were replaced with the head of his dripping cock, throbbing with need and more than ready to feel you wrapped around him.

Tendo followed suit, lining himself up with your dripping hole, dragging his tip up and down your sensitive slit and feeling you quiver. He smirked down at you, vermillion eyes half lidded in amused pleasure, and took in your blissed out, blank expression.

The snap of the lube bottle caught his attention again, followed by the sounds of Bokuto fucking his own hand, lubing his cock up. He wiped his fingers off on his shirt, mindless of the fact that he’d need to wear it later.

While you waited, Tendo decided to make use of your mouth. Sliding the fingers still covered in your essence between your parted lips, he commanded, “Suck.”

Your plump lips immediately wrapped around them, tongue laving and teeth grazing the pad, staring up at him with the widest, most innocent expression you could manage. He could see right through it.

“You ready, kitten? I can’t wait anymore. Need to feel you,” Bokuto said, a low groan riding in his throat as he nudged his tip into you, just waiting for you to give the okay, and Tendo slid his fingers from between your lips.

“Ko, fuck yes. Give me your cock,” you moaned, reaching back to tangle your fingers in his hair.

His lips parted against your shoulder, a shaky breath of air puffing over your skin as he followed your command. You trembled and moaned in his hold as he slid into you, his cock stretching you further still even after all the prepping he did with his fingers. Your ass offered little resistance, giving into his throbbing cock and you whined, toes curling in pleasure until he was seated deep inside you.

Tendou gave you one warning nudge before he pushed inside your slick cunt, splitting your pussy open with a wet noise and a groan, your walls fluttering uselessly around him. Your eyes rolled back, thoughts nonexistent beyond Ohfuckohfuckohfuck, until his hips met yours and stilled.d

Both men’s breathing was erratic, fingers white knuckled on your hips and sides, squeezing tight enough that they were going to leave marks come the morning, not that any of you cared. All you could focus on was the incredibly full feeling, their cocks twitching every time you fluttered around them.

Bokuto released another stuttery moan, the first to thrust slowly in and out of you, testing to make sure you could take it. When all you did was moan, tugging his hair and arching your back into Tendo, he cursed, rough hands sliding up over your ribs and cupping your tits. Your hips stuttered when he pinched your nipples, keening in the back of your throat. “What a slut, taking us so easily like this. How do we feel, kitten? You’re so tight, squeezing around me. Gonna cum in this pretty ass tonight.”

You couldn’t think of a coherent response, whimpering out only a raspy, “So good, so big, feels so good, Ko.”

Tendo tentatively rolled his hips as well, watching your eyes flutter and roll, lips parting as you cried out, both of them stuffing themselves inside you at the same time. The only thing you could do was hold on, your head tilted back on Bokuto’s shoulder as they picked up their erratic pace, not setting a solid one and you couldn’t figure out if they were doing it on purpose or not, but it was working. Sometimes they were both buried deep inside of you, sometimes they synced up so that only one of them was in you at a time, but they kept a tight hold on your tits and hips, keeping you from taking control.

The sloppy sounds of their thrusts into your wet holes overshadowed the movie still playing in the background, only getting louder the faster they pounded into you. Tendo bucked up, grinding deep into you, the coarse curls at the base of his shaft tickling your clit while the head of his cock kissed your cervix, and a sharp jolt of pleasure careened through you.

Both reacted, hard cocks jerking inside of you, and Tendo repeated the motion on the next thrust and you called his name like a plea, nails dragging down the back of his neck. A string of babbles left your lips, their names mixed with cries for more, harder, deeper. They gave you as much as they could, cocks slamming in and out of you as fast as their muscles would allow, the wet slap of their hips against yours a constant sound on top of the ones leaving your lips.

Abandoning your breast, one of Bokuto’s hands slid down, grazing Tendo’s flexing abs to cup your clit, rubbing rough circles around it and you flinched, the already intense pleasure overwhelming.

You came around them with no other warning than a sharp cry, surprising them and they hilted inside you at the same time, turning your cry into a scream, back taut and eyes clenched tightly closed. White flooded your brain, vaguely aware of the hearted moans in your ears as they came, warmth filling you, and their stiff cocks throbbing inside of you.

For a moment afterwards, none of you moved, too focused on the rapid pace of your heart and your erratic breathing. Sweat covered your skin, covering the lovebites and scratch marks you had each left behind on each other. Bokuto’s face was hidden in your shoulder, his chest heaving against your back with uneven breaths, and Tendou’s forehead rested on yours, eyes closed as he too fought to regain his breath.

Bokuto was the first to speak, a broken and huffy, “Wow*.”

You laughed, lacing your fingers between his and squeezing. “Wow is not enough to describe that. You need to expand your vocabulary.”

Tendo huffed at your antics, his sweet breath fanning across your face as he said, “That was absolutely min dblowing. Exquisite. Fantastic. Do any of those work?”

“Much better,” you answered, and almost fell back as Bokuto stood up off the couch. Your legs were too wobbly to hold yourself up properly, and his hand on your back guided you to sit down. You could feel the mess seeping from between your legs and cringed at the idea of getting it all over the couch. Looking up to Bokuto, you said, “I need to go to the bathroom and clean up. Um, help?”

With a laugh, he pulled you up by the hand and lifted you into his arms, carrying you down the hall to the bathroom. You could hear Tendo cackling from the couch at your annoyed whining, smacking Bokuto’s hard muscles. Not that you were really upset, it was just embarrassing that your legs literally refused to work.

After a session in which you got a bit dirtier before you got clean, you were bundled up on the couch again, splayed out over Bokuto’s broad chest while Tendo was squeezed in behind you. His arm was draped over your side, idly tracing patterns into Bokuto’s skin-- as he had neglected to put on a shirt-- his head resting on his shoulder.

You had foregone the previous movie and moved onto The Grudge, the melted ice cream thrown back into the freezer in hopes of salvaging it. Tendo was gonna be pissed if it wasn’t.

Your eyes fluttered shut, half-listening to Bokuto and Tendo’s quiet conversation over your head.

“So, we were gonna go to Tokyo for break. Kuroo and Kenma are going for a gaming convention and invited us along. Akaashi is going too. I know you said you didn’t want to come, but maybe that’s changed?” Bokuto asked, his fingers petting over your wet hair. In the glare from the TV, he could see the insecurity return to Tendo’s eyes, though he tried not to show it.

“Are you sure? I wasn’t gonna go because I was trying to give the two of you--”

The steady rhythm over your hair stopped and your eyes fluttered open for a moment, locking onto the TV. The Grudge was in the corner, staring down at the old woman, making that awful noise, and you shut them again, trying to block out the sound with your partners’ voices.

Bokuto had covered Tendo’s mouth with his hand, cutting him short before he could finish saying “space.”

“It’s the three of us now, if you want it to be. And yes, we want you to go. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t. You need to stop being so hard on yourself, Sa-toh-ri,” he said, repeating the name the way Tendou had so many times on the court.

He hadn’t realized Bokuto was listening to him that closely and flushed with warmth.

“Alright, sure. It sounds like fun. Do you know what they’re doing?”

The sounds of the TV and their voices faded, a smile adorning your face as you fell asleep to the knowledge that Tendo had finally realized he was good enough, if only for the right people. It was all you had wanted for him, and if Bokuto was the one to help him figure that out, it was all the better.

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spade-riddles · 4 years ago

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"Adjusting Expectations" Post

This submission received a lot of responses and 120 notes, so I thought I would compile the comments here.

Anonymous said:

Adjusting expectations anon was so good. If their timetables are right and we do just need to be patient a little longer, can Kaylor please send us a sign? I guess it would be too loud to slip "adjusting expectations" into social media posts, but maybe they could both do something with playing cards? To show they are card sharks right now but they'll find their way home eventually? That would reassure people. And it would fly under the radar.

casuallycruel131313 said:

I agree with a lot of this but I think the main issue right now is that moral and ethical lines have been crossed and there's no coming back from that. In these post-Trumpian insurrectionist times it's unfathomable that they could continue the Kushner narrative I no longer care if or when they come out, I enjoy the music and I'm happy to observe from a distance because I'm interested from a PR/marketing point of view but my opinion of T &K as people has changed irrevocably and I don't see how they can clean the tarnish off.

@theprologues said:

Agree with most of not all if this but I would like to say as a Kaylor the toe Grammy stunt didn’t phase me. I was not crushed by that by any means. I just shrugged and honestly expected it. It was the attributing Betty and exile to him during the LPSS in November that bummed me out and really made me go...really?

rockcrow20 said:

Have to say I also agree with most of this.

I no longer have any expectations on anything changing any time soon and have not been surprised by the recent events its to be expected after everything over the years really

Nothing has really changed (bearding narrative wise) since I fell down the rabbit hole in 2017 (except that great night in nashville 2018 rep)

Honestly I can't say I am as invested anymore about them ever coming out as I was.

I think the wb/Joe thing was the last moment for me and the continual kushner connection just troubles me like many others.

I mean my kaylor motto for awhile now has been hope for the best but expect disappointment.

Low expectations = limited feelings of disappointment.

original-cypher said:

@rockcrow20 the WB was a breaking point for so many. You are absolutely right. There are just so ma'y contradictions that feel like absolute whiplash. (I know I seem to have been the only one experiencing that with Gorgeous but... that was a big one for me, too) But like. You go on a whole PR campaign about speaking up and standing up for yourself. You say you're capable and tired of men trying to take ownership of your success and profit off of your name. And you credit you literal damn work to a bloke? Bitch, 'consistency'? Look it up. It grossed me out. It would have felt iffy if I believed they were real. But since I wasn't born yesterday it just sent me the message "this is how far I'm willing to sacrifice my principles to not be queer".

rockcrow20 said:

@original-cypher exactly why it bothered me and I know alot us so much. Such mixed messaging of being a strong fighting for your rights female and then oh hey let me attribute some of my best work to my pr boyfriend and the pr pics where she is walking behind all the time like 🙄 The Betty thing that was big one for me too!

rainbowdaisy13 said:

This write up and the comments are spot on. I don’t have much to add other than like @original-cypher said, Miss Americana is tainted for me now and seems like at the very least, it was released too soon in the plan. I get we think they have had to pivot but man, that doc, and including her literally saying “gay rights make me me” at the end was such a false flag. To see her wax poetic about not taking shit from men anymore and then see her do the same old hetero weak woman song and dance routine with the WB shit for albums that are of her genius mind has been so disappointing. I still believe Kaylor is real and I hope they get a chance to show the world that. Karlie posting that cardigan pic in the woods before the folklore release cemented for me they are still together. Adding a baby makes me feel all kind of weird ethical things but I hope I live long enough to see it play out and wear my I Told You So shirt 😁

@kellykaylor said:

agree with your post... I dont care about toe stunts but what really pissed me of was hetwashing betty 🤮! beautiful post tho anon!!

roameroo said:

Totally agree with these all comments especially the strong messaging of MA only to turn around & pull that WB = my "bf" crap. I was disheartened by her mentioning him at the Grammy's only bc he's getting credit for sh*t he doesn't/didn't do. That is what irks me the most about this, giving him credit for her life's work.

always-the-last-word said:

Can I throw my pennies in the pool ?? Taylor will put out the big three first Fearless, RED then 1989 that should bring us to about August. This is where the excitement should begin. If Taylor preps and waits for National Coming Out day it's a no lose for her. Lover her money making machine will go through the roof !! If things go bad or good in the public eye she'll have REPUTATION Taylor's Version ready to release. It will be epic and she'll own it and be FREE.

@karlie-what-you-want said:

always-the-last-word I like this take a lot! I try not to be too optimistic but if she wanted to come out sooner rather than later, I think this plan would satisfy both business and PR needs (at least on Taylor’s end). Remains to be seen how Tay will help Karlie dig her way out of the mess they made together regarding the K*shners.

always-the-last-word said:

Always remember that Taylor has a PLAN. Some of her plans are year's old (easter eggs). Taylor's one and only LOVE is her music, everything else comes second. If KK wants to change and be with her full time she'll make moves around the same time frame. That's if she chooses to. In any event Tay will be open and own all her music. I've seen this film before and WE might not like the ending.

chosetherose said:

I’ve been going back and forth for a day trying to figure out what I wanted to say when I reblogged this post. I’m tired. I’m frustrated. I understand I’m owed nothing by Taylor or Karlie. I understand that circumstances out of their control have caused the girls to pivot over and over again.

But, the root of my frustration in the past months stems not from me battling with the trivial (e.g. pap walks, etc.) but with my personal principles. I fiercely believe credit should be given where it is earned and I uphold this in my career regularly. To see Taylor crediting Toe with her art was deeply disappointing. Watch the 1989 and folklore acceptance speeches back to back and tell me it doesn’t upset you. I believe the K******s have blood on their hands and that their actions during the pandemic have killed people. To see Karlie still associating with one of them disgusts me.

I can’t help but think back in frustration - Would you really fall from grace to touch her face? (And in the brilliant words of @9w1ft) But would you die for her in public? I go back and forth feeling like questions like this aren’t fair at all and thinking they are sort of valid. At this point, it sort of feels like Taylor would only fall from grace for her lover if all the stars and facets of her life aligned perfectly. But perfection like this does not happen. Such is life. So why am I here?

I do question why Spade left certain messages in their final days. I am still holding hope a fervent revolution exonerates everyone. I so desperately want Taylor to regain control of her masters or re-records. Maybe this is the plan they thought was best with multiple goals in mind (re-records, having a family, coming out of the closet one day etc). I’m trying to remain patient because Spade told us to trust her endless yearning. But WOW it is asking a lot of us at this point.

Anonymous said:

Despite being a pragmatist kaylor and oftentimes getting into arguments with fellow optimistic kaylors (owner of this blog included) I think it's quite unfair -at this point- to say to the optimists who have patiently sat through the worst kind of stunts with the most terrible kind of people (yes I'm talking about the Kushner's friend group too) that they should have seen it coming. Besides, if it weren't for the optimists we the cynicals would have burned this fandom down by now.

Anonymous said:

Even if we ignore that an insurrection happened partially because of the family karlie's still working for and getting paid from, she literally said before the pregnancy debacle unfolded that j*sh was her last client while talking about cutting hair and doing a cutting gesture. How should we have interpreted that? 😤That a year later she would be more stuck with the Kushners than ever? We don't wake up on day and decide to have unrealistic expectations. She feeds into them. 😠

Anonymous said:

I have no expectation of Taylor coming out anymore. Zero. None. I have no expectation of her dropping Toe or even of Kaylor publicly reuniting. It doesn't even matter that much anymore. But I - do - expect 1 thing. Karlie to drop and completely dissociate herself from the Kushners and this has nothing to do with kaylor. It was everything to do with me being unable to support a person who willfully assists (now using her baby too) and receives money from a family that has made so many suffer.

Anonymous said:

A quick word from an ex-kaylor (who will never become an anti). A year ago, when the Trumps were still in power and untouchable and there was no baby, I was excusing and turning a blind eye to many things Karlie did for the K*shners. Even that dinner in September. I had also made peace with the truth never being revealed. But a year later the Trumps are gone, Karlie is still on full stunting mode now with a baby in the mix, a baby that is already being used by the Kushners, and I've really run out of excuses. Now the only thing that could possibly keep me on board is if I knew there was a good chance that the full truth would come out, so that Karlie's inexplicable and honestly borderline immoral actions could eventually make sense. But as your sub said, this is an unrealistic expectation, thus I became an ex-kaylor and I'm not planning to come back even when they reunite. 😕

Anonymous said:

What baffles me is that Taylor has explicitly expressed her regret about not giving her lover the credit she deserves and her doubt whether fame is worth hiding her true love: "when I walked up to the podium, I think I forgot to say your name", "what's a lifetime of achievement, if I pushed you to the edge". But yet again she didn't do anything to change this. I didn't expect her to acknowledge Karlie, but a nod or at least not falsely crediting her beard would be a good start.

Anonymous said:

1🙁 Let me chime in re: "expectations". I'm one of the kaylors who ever since the pregnancy reveal was trying to tell everyone there's NO way she was gonna dump him soon after birth let alone before that. It would bring too much unnecessary attention and Jerk would have never agreed to something that would make him look like a bad guy/husband. For the exact same reasons, I was also saying there's no way he wasn't going to post about the baby. All the above against the popular opinion back then.

2🙁 So I agree that the day of the birth post was known to T, not the timing though. Simply bc Kushner-leaning outlets made sure to note that detail. If they wanted it to go unnoticed, why draw attention to it? That being said, kaylors would have been more patient with this mess, if Karlie hadn't gone overboard with her freedom "smoke signals" last summer and Tay's "insiders" hadn't been insinuating that the end is VERY near. Both of them SHOULD have known by then how we would react to these.

3🙁 So it's natural that everyone feels played and has no patience for any more bullshit. Another sore point is how Jerk AND the Kushner-Trump klan monopolize the baby news. This isn't just to make it realistic, it's an abuse of Kaylor's baby's name to garner good pr for the worst family in America, with Karlie's blessing. In order for her marriage and split to appear realistic she's putting a LIFETIME burden on her child's back. Unless you believe she's eventually gonna say Jerk isn't the dad.

4🙁 So "we’re in a position we should realistically have been able to see coming". But we did see it coming, that why some made these extreme scenarios, bc this is the worst possible outcome. "Good people try to make it work, even in bad relationships." Ultimately this isn't just a "bad rs". It's a horrific association that should have been resolved ages ago, not one to bring your child into, doom it to suffer a similar fate, and expect people to sit idly and watch. That's what frustrates most.

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tthankstoyou · 3 years ago

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Assign glee characters songs from Taylor's Red album if you want. It can be because you'd think they'd sound good or because it just fits

Ahhhh thank you so much for this ask!!!! I literally love this ask so much, answering it was a lot of fun💖💖💖

I didn’t give every glee character a song & I gave a few people/ships multiple songs. Also! I hope you don’t mind that I added a few non-canon ships <3

I put everything under the cut since it got hella long, it’s hard for me to shut up sometimes 😳

• State of Grace: I feel like this is a really good Finchel duet. Finn and Rachel loved each other so much and left a lasting impact on each other’s lives (especially Rachel). I can see them singing this after Rachel heals from from their s4 breakup (so Finn’s still alive). Hmmmm I’m thinking they sing this at the failed Wemma wedding when they reunite.

• Red: Ok get this, Pezberry duet after their s5 fight (but like a romantic relationship, not platonic). But like when they’re at the stage before they make up & they realize how much they miss each other. They switch the male pronouns for female ones tho.

• Treacherous: This doesn’t fit any storylines for her, but I think Santana would sound beautiful if she sang this song. I don’t know any singing terms, so stick with me here. I think that Santana should’ve sung more soft songs (you know, like ‘Songbird’) & I think ‘Treacherous’ would’ve utilized how soft her voice can sound, but also how powerful it can be. Like since the song goes from slow paced and builds up to something faster and more powerful (this prob makes no sense)

• I Knew You Were Trouble: Quinn sings this after she see’s that Puck was s/exting Santana at their sleepover! She was ready to raise a baby with this man even though she knew about his reputation. Quinn thinks that she should’ve known better, but it’s too late for that and now her heart has been ripped out of her chest.

• All Too Well: Kurt sings this after Blaine tells Kurt that he cheated. I think he should sing this in the breakup episode when he should be sleeping, but his thoughts are keeping him up. Like how he tells Finn that he barely slept. I think Kurt singing this would be kind of like why Taylor wrote it, he’s trying to understand where and why everything went wrong.

• 22: I would LOVE for Madison and Kitty to sing this during the party in Rachel’s basement in s6. I chose that pairing since they all had to sing duets in that episode and I would kill to hear those girls sing a song together. Also I can totally see everyone having a great time on the dance floor, kind of like how everyone was partying during ‘Somebody Loves You.’ I think this would be a good song to keep the energy up.

• I Almost Do: I want Marley to sing this so bad. Not for any particular reason, I just think it would go really well with her voice.

• We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together: (Jarley endgame my beloved BUT) Marley sings this after her breakup with Jake. I think she’d sing this after she opens her locker and a whole bunch of flowers that Jake put in there fall out. She’s starting to get fed up with Jake begging for her to come back & she decides that the best way to get her feelings across is to sing this song to him in the middle of glee club.

• Stay Stay Stay: I don’t have a specific situation I want her to sing this in, but I think Tina would sound AMAZING on this song. Like it’s such a fun song & I can so see her singing it because it’s underrated just like her.

• The Last Time: Rachel sings this when she’s on her way back to Lima in the breakup episode to talk to Finn.

• Holy Ground: I feel like this would be SUCH a good song for Mercedes about her relationship with Sam. Like she’s being her pop star self and sees something that reminds her of Sam while on tour. She’s filled with nothing but good memories. She’ll always have love for him in her heart. AND omg the line “And I see your face now in every crowd” because Sam was her biggest fan and always will be.

• Sad Beautiful Tragic: This would be a good song for Blaine to sing after the s4 Klaine breakup. Like I think this would fit perfectly w/ how the song is about how distance tore them apart in the long run. The whole bridge fits their situation so well, especially the lines “Distance, timing, breakdown, fighting / Silence, the train runs off its tracks / Kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen?”

• The Lucky One: This song is deadass about Rachel. It would be wrong to assign it to anyone that isn’t her. Like she was a star who moved to L.A. to make her name even bigger. She quickly learned though that Hollywood life wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be. She had to leave town to save face. Here are some lines that fit perfectly imo: “You had it figured out since you were in school” & “And they still tell the legend of how you disappeared / How you took the money and your dignity, and got the hell out”

• Everything Has Changed: I feel like this would be a super cute Hevans duet. I have no real explanation, I just want them to sing this soooo bad... maybe during duets week...

• Starlight: This would be such a fun group number at the end of an episode. I want the leads for this song to be Artie, Tina, and Unique. I think they'd make this number a lot of fun and I would love to hear the three of their voices in a song together.

• Begin Again: Quinn sings this song about the first girl she dates, mainly because there's nothing more gay than meeting someone in a cafe. The other man that she’s comparing the person she’s with to symbolizes all the men she’s dated. The line "I've been spending the last eight months / Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end” is about how Quinn isn’t the best at relationships. All she wants is to be loved, but she hurts everyone she’s with. But with this girl, it’s like none of that matters.

• The Moment I Knew: Kitty sings this about Artie when he forgets about her while she’s in New York. I don’t think it would fit any specific canon event, but I can imagine something similar to the song happening to them & Kitty just knowing that this was the end.

• Come Back...Be Here: Brittany sings this because of how she wants nothing more than Santana to be there with her. Like she said before they broke up that she feels like she’s suffocating with Santana & I think that this song would help Brittany convey how she feels.

• Girl At Home: I don’t know why, but I want Artie to sing this. I just think he’d have fun with it.

#barely any of the boys got songs... sorryyyyy #not proofreading this since it got so long #asks #nonny

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neacle · 3 years ago

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ALL OF THE SHIP ASKS FOR GREASED LIGHTNING

HIT ME LOFE

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

How did they first meet? At the championship race lmaoo

What was their first impression of each other? When Electra first entered, Greaseball was pissed at his arrogance, flashiness, and cockyness, but also extremely attracted to his gracefulness and beauty (tho he didn't know it at first and just mistook it for anger lmao) Electra was attracted to GB from the start, but pissed when he challenged him and took his components. But he tried to flirt and tease for the rest of the race, with little success

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together? Not really lmao The components think little of Greaseball and mostly think he's dumb and wasted energy. But they support Electra nonetheless, naturally. Dinah is very keen on getting them together tho, GB's apparent change and slow but steady growth a clear sign that his thing with Electra is good.

Who felt romantic feelings first? Greaseball. He's dealt with love and relationships before, and despite him being a bit of a "skirtchaser", he wears his heart on his sleeve. He falls fast and hard, even if he doesn't want to admit it

Did either of them try to resist their feelings? Eh, yeeeaaaah Very hard lmao. They're just having a fun no-strings-attached sort of thing 🙃 They're just sleeping together, they're just blowing off steam, what are you talking about. Feelings are hard, feelings lead to hurt

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think? They would both laugh and think it hilarious. Electra would never steep so low as a Diesel, wtf. Greaseball would perhaps be more...annoyed, in a macho-man sort of way. He only likes girls, after all, he's a MAN™

What would their lives be like if they had never met? Oh, wow hmmm If they'd never met, I believe both would go on like they did before the Race. More arrogant and selfish, and GB prob wouldn't have lost the race, but then again who knows? So he'd still be a bit of a bully, and Electra would still be spoiled (more spoiled) and look down on other's

GENERAL

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go? Dinah did, she made it so that they *had* to confess, she put them in a tight spot, so to speak lmao You'll just have to wait and see....

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like? They will! And it will go very well, and be very sweet 😌

What was their first kiss like? Well.... Chaotic, just after the crash, Electra reached over and pulled GB in. He wanted to tease but he was also completely done with this shit and wanted to show his interest. GB doesn't remember much, but he remembers the kiss and that he liked it very much

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)? Not really, except that this is Electra's first relationship, but everything else they've both done tons of times before lol

What’s their height difference? Age difference? There's 4 inches between them (10 cm), Electra is 6,4-6,5 and GB is 6,1 And while ages aren't realllllly a firm concept in the trainworld, if they were human, Electra is 26 years old, and Greaseball is 34, so 8 years between them

What’s their relationship with each other’s families? Ehm, well Purse and Joule is super thirsty for GB and gets along great with him. Volta doesn't really care for him, Wrench despises him and Krupp is just tired lol. They have a quiet understanding tho of staying away from each other Electra gets along great with Dinah, if she counts lmao. They're a little stiff around each other at first, but then forms a very sweet friendship. He doesn't care much for Tank, Gear and Lube. They exist and are dumb.

Who takes the lead in social situations? Well, that depends on situation. Electra is very talented at being social. But actually rather hates it if it's not from a distance. He thrives in attention, but isn't that talented with smalltalk or just being generally pleasant. Greaseball is a leader and charismatic, so he's very much a presence that people want to be in and talk in.

Who gets jealous easier? Both. But maybe Greaseball a liiiiiittle more

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear? That depends. If it's out in public, Electra likes to tease him. If it's in the bedroom, GB's got a filthy mouth.

LOVE

Who said “I love you” first? Greaseball, he's more vocal

What are their primary love languages? Touch, cuddling, kisses, stroking the cheek and fondling the ass lmao

Who uses cheesy pick-up lines? Greaseball shdsgfdgssgf Electra just rolls his eyes but secretly enjoys it

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA? So often, they can't keep their hands or mouths away from each other. As soon as they get together officially, they make everyone gag around them lol

Who initiates kisses? Both, they like to kiss a lot 😌

Who’s the big and little spoon? Greaseball is always the big spoon, and Electra loves to be embraced, so little spoon all the time

What are their favorite things to do together? Fuck each other Explore, go on excursions, sunbathe, and cuddle

Who’s better at comforting the other? Greaseball is better at that, he's had more experience, while Electra often is the one that's been comforted for his whole life lol, so he's very awkward

Who’s more protective? Greaseball, he must protect his delicate Racer bf hngggg But Electra likes to zap whoever messes with GB

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection? Physical, they're both very awkward with their words lmaoo

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise? Oh wow, ehm...i have a whole playlist but here are some right at the forefront of my mind lol Never or Right Now by ELFL Man to Man by Dorian Electra Still Don't Know My Name by Labrinth So Hot You're Hurting My Feelings by Caroline Polachek

What kind of nicknames do they call each other? So many.... Greaseball calls Electra "Darlin', baby, Lexi, Lex, Ellie, honey, my girl, my fella, pretty thing, brat" Electra calls GB "G, baby, handsome, big guy, my man, honey, lump, brute"

Who remembers the little things? Electra, he's very meticulous lmao

DOMESTIC LIFE

If they get married, who proposes? Marriage is a human thing, and even if railfolk do get like...officially coupled to each other, i'm not sure they would. Plus that Racers aren't allowed to like, enter civil partnerships with other engines or carriages. But GB would propose if they could

What’s the wedding like? Who attends? Grand, everyone is is invited.

How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like? No kids, ew

Do they have any pets? Nope lol, GB would be a dogperson but animals make Electra uncomfortable

Who’s the stricter parent? Again, no kids, ew lmao

Who worries the most? Electra, he has a diagnosed anxiety disorder gdgsfgdfsdfd

Who kills the bugs in the house? GB, he attacc, he protecc

How do they celebrate holidays? Parties, but often smaller ones, just closest friends and the components

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning? Electra lmao. He tries everytime Greaseball has to go to work in the yard. He's never succeeded because GB is actually a very good and hard worker, but damn if he hasn't gotten close some times

Who’s the better cook? They don't really eat, but if they did, GB would. He's picked up some things from Dinah lmao

Who likes to dance? Both, but Electra loves to go clubbin' so I guess Electra more? But they very much enjoy to dance together Thank you looooooofe <3333

#starlight express #greased lightning #stex electra #stex greaseball #stex headcanons #my headcanons #ask game

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leverage-ot3 · 4 years ago

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notable moments from The Reunion Job

leverage 3.02

Madavhi: All my work, erased, and I was only days away from cracking Manticore.

Nate: What's "Manticore"?

Madavhi: It's an electronic surveillance system. The Iranian government uses it to track protesters over cell phones, social networks, even e-mail.

Hardison: Yeah, hacker underground's flipping out about it. They use GPS to pinpoint a dissident, and then they swoop in and make the arrest.

Madavhi: The Internet made this protest possible, but now it's just a –

Nate: A liability? The government uses the people's weapon against them

- - - - -

Nate: "Cyrus"? It's "Mr. Madavhi." You can't get that attached.

Hardison: Fine. "Mr. Madavhi." He could go make a fortune working for Google or Microsoft. No, instead he risks his life fighting the bad guys. This is so our game.

Eliot (at the table behind them): He wasn't hit by the Vezarat. (comes around to sit with Hardison and Nate)

Nate: What, are you lurking?

Eliot: Yeah. I'm a lurker. It's my thing

- - - - -

eliot’s smile and raised eyebrows (x2) at hardison tho

+ he’s also wearing a red flannel with his leather jacket

- - - - -

Hardison: What's the Vezarat?

Eliot: That's the Iranian secret police. And trust me, if they wanted Cyrus, he wouldn't be sitting here talking to us.

Nate: But the Vezarat is still our logical target. So we should check our sources and see if there's a safe house in the area.

Hardison: So we're on this?

Nate: Yeah, well, we were always on this. I just wanted you to explain to me why. (gets up and heads for the Poker Room)

Hardison: You know how I feel about Mind games, Nate. Negatively. What are you looking at, lurker?

ELIOTS SMILE

- - - - -

Sophie: Eliot. Eliot, get rid of it. Ugh!

Eliot: (chuckling) I think he likes you.

Sophie (stands): You're gonna pay for this

eliot: mocks her

sophie: imma get back at you SO HARD and you’re never gonna see it coming

- - - - -

“That’s gonna cost ya” “I gotta dock ya”- hardison and eliot like a million times in this episode

- - - - -

Parker: At the East corner. (pushes vent out and enters the room) For a den of evil spies, this place smells delicious. Hardison, confiscate some pastries. (sits down at computer) Okay, no sign of Cyrus' hardware.

we love seeing parker in vents in her element + CONFISCATE PASTRIES FOR HER

- - - - -

Nate: Any of you ever trimmed a bonsai?

Eliot: Well, you know, I did. I was in Osaka, and I met this Japanese policewoman at a geisha bar....

- - - - -

Parker (to Sophie): Why is Eliot pouring your tea? Hmm? Did you brainwash him again?

Sophie: Mm, neurolinguistic programming. It's amazing what you can do with the power of suggestion. "Sugar." "Squeezed." a few strategic pats on the arm.

(Sophie pats Eliot on the arm and he pours her more tea, then realizes what Sophie has done)

Eliot: Damn it!

Sophie: You owe me for that roach business!

Eliot: Sophie, not again. (walks away)

okay but SHES DONE THIS TO HIM BEFORE LMFAO + a bonus parker and hardison laughing

also parker was eating a plate of pastries so that means thE BOYS GOT SOME FOR HER I LOVE IT

- - - - -

parker and hardison go into the office and be like 👀👀👀 wow he’s lonely

- - - - -

Eliot: Nobody else thinks it's weird that you can just buy anybody's yearbook online?

Hardison: You know, it's real cute, man, how you still believe in privacy

- - - - -

Nate: Here we go. Uh, Mrs. Zavransky, math teacher. Now, I bet if we turn to the cheerleaders... (turns page) Yes. Oh, Mandy. Mandy Babson.

Parker: What does the "DD" Mean?

Eliot: Yeah, right...

Nate: Seriously?

Hardison: Yeah, right. Two scoops of ice cream, just perfect.

she’s baby leave her alone

also bless hardison for not wanting to tarnish her

- - - - -

Parker: Aw, I feel bad for the nerd.

Eliot: Don't feel bad for this guy. Getting bullied in high school Is still no excuse for propping up dictators. He got bulled his whole high-school career. He's not criminal.

Sophie: Um...

Parker: Yeah, he is.

Sophie: Don't think about that.

Eliot: Not a bad criminal.

Hardison: Hey, what makes you think I got bullied in high school?

Eliot: Well, "A," You got a green hornet doll.

Hardison: Well, first of all, it's a limited-edition action figure. Second, it is green lantern. Educate yourself.

Eliot: Wow.

Hardison: Now pay attention. Get it right.

eliot “not a bad criminal” spencer knows that hardison is a good person with solid morals

also, eliot to some extent knows about hardison’s action figues which means that he has either seen them or hardison has told him specifically that he had them. this means that they have had, even if eliot seemed annoyed, some sort of conversations/hardison-talking-at-him-conversations and eliot LISTENED to a certain extend that he was able to recall this

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Nate: Guys, wait, wait. Listen, listen. We got a locker combination, we have a teacher's name, and we have a crush. So, Duberman, he has made his old high school his Roman room.

Parker: Of course.

Nate: "Of course"? What's a Roman room? You have no idea, right? You know—

Parker: Nn.

Nate: You don't have any idea? It's a, it's a memory technique. Each of his passwords corresponds to an object in a space that he's intimately familiar with. In his case, the hallway of his old high school where he kept his locker. Now, if I were to make this bar my Roman room, everything I need to remember is right here. For instance, This, uh... My bank password would be "Balmoor." And my e- mail password would be Fitzy, here.

- - - - -

Parker: Hey. Nate just gave us his passwords.

Hardison: No, but I got all his passwords. You want to see his Netflix queue? He's got, like, every season of "Rockford files" every season of "Sex and the city," That show "Psych”.

chaotic children

- - - - -

Parker: You want to break into the high school? I could do that blindfolded. Yeah let's do it blindfolded.

HER HER HAVE FUN

- - - - -

Hardison: What do you know? Class of '85 has a reunion coming up in 8 months.

Nate: Hmm.

they all smile conspiratorially and eliot’s smile in specific gave me serotonin

- - - - -

(Parker sets up a video camera and walks past a board of photos)

Parker: So many awkward people in so many ugly outfits.

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Yeah, you're lucky you never went to high school. Nothing but heartbreak and homework.

[High School Gym]

Parker: Didn't you go to your prom?

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Uh...I was kind of busy.

[Flashback]

(a teenaged Hardison is sitting at a computer making a transfer from the Bank of Iceland)

Hardison: Looks like the Bank of Iceland's paying off Nana's medical bills. That's dope!

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Good times

- - - - -

Hardison: Besides, I'm sure you already had your high- school fun. Big man on campus. What, quarterback?

[Flashback]

Kid: Come on, Eliot. This is so lame. Quarterbacks do not take Home Ec.

Eliot: I got my reasons.

Kid: Phew! Let's get out of here.

Girl: Eliot, like this. (leans over Eliot, showing her cleavage) Knives are like people. It's all about the context.

[Exterior Dubertech]

Eliot: I had many interests

- - - - -

hardison getting too into the high school drama lmao

- - - - -

Hardison: Not exactly. (looking at information on monitors) She's a hired gun.

[Hallway]

Sophie: An assassin? Nikki’s an assassin?

[Interior Van]

Hardison: Yeah, I guess we weren't the only ones with the bright idea to pose as alumni. This chick's connected to wet work jobs All up and down the East coast. Russian mob, Italian mob. There's a New Zealand mob?

her name is miranda miles *squints at the file on hardison’s computer* bruh no way she’s only 25 ??? they even give her height and weight but I guess that’s how all wanted files go

also in one of the commentaries didn’t they say that she was married to that other assassin ???

- - - - -

(a piece of door falls in and the Vezarat leader looks in)

Vezarat Leader: The health inspector?

Eliot: I'm gonna have to dock you again

LMFAO

also he’s wearing a grey flannel under his jacket

- - - - -

(Eliot knees the leader in the face, then pulls him up and punches him in the head. He turns to duck a blow from the other man and hits him in the head with one of Duberman’s chess trophies)

Eliot: Checkmate.

(Eliot throws the trophy down on the man. Behind him the leader stands up and cracks his neck)

Eliot: Or not.

he did the lil flip thing with the trophy

- - - - -

(Sophie hits Nikki in the head with the extinguisher and takes off her shoes)

Sophie: I always hated cheerleaders.

(Nikki swings several times and Sophie blocks each blow with the extinguisher, hurting Nikki’s wrist)

Sophie: It's mean girls like you that always ruined high school for the rest of us!

Nikki: What the hell are you talking about?

(Nikki kicks but Sophie moves to one side. Nikki tries to punch but Sophie blocks with the extinguisher. Sophie dodges a kick and hits Nikki in the head, then pushes her down and runs away. Nikki grabs her gun and fires after Sophie, missing her)

Nikki: Damn it

- - - - -

Nikki: Now, why would I do that?

(Parker walks forward and tasers Nikki in the neck)

Nikki: Ohh!

Nate: That's why.

(Nikki falls to the ground, convulsing. Parker grabs her legs and starts to pull her away)

Parker: Catering, what a business

we love to see parker tasering people

- - - - -

on today’s edition of things that aren’t weapons that eliot uses as weapons, our guy literally used one of the goons’ bodies to hit another goon and send them both down

what a king

- - - - -

Mandy: Your votes are in for the king and queen of the reunion! And the lucky winner is, Grace Peltz and Drake McIntyre!

Schmitty: Mac attack! Yeah!

(the crowd escorts Nate and Sophie forward)

Nate: Uh, very funny, Hardison.

Hardison: Oh, you think I did this? Naw, man, I don't rig elections. I mean, I could, but...

Sophie: Parker, Was this you?

Parker: (hanging upside down) I didn't even know they had kings and queens in high school

- - - - -

Hardison (looks up): May I have this dance, miss?

(Parker lowers herself on her line and they begin dancing)

Parker: So this is what high school was like, huh?

Hardison: Ah...Pretty much.

Eliot: Hello?

[Exterior Dubertech]

(Eliot walks out of the building as Sloane gets to his feet)

Eliot: Everybody having a good time at the dance? Anybody wonder if Eliot made it out?

(Eliot punches Sloan, who falls back into the bushes)

Eliot: Does anybody wonder if Eliot's alive? Hello?!

[High School Gym]

(the two couples continue to dance as the music plays)

🥰 parker’s feet not touching the floor 🥰

also aww poor eliot someone care about him pls

#leverage #leverage 3.02 #leverage 3x02 #the reunion job #leverage season 3 #season 3 #notable moments #mine

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blackfemmecharacterdependency · 4 years ago

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35. This Train Don’t Stop There Anymore (Final Chapter)

I don't want this story to come off as a "No matter what you do to hurt each other, forgive and forget and fall in love." Because it's FAR from that and their relationship is still a little bit dysfunctional in the end, but they're working through it and making it work. I want the moral to be, "If you want to try to work on things, it can happen, but nothing is perfect." Hopefully, that is the journey that you've taken on this wild ride with these two. Thank you for reading, and hopefully, I'll hear from some of you. Word Count: 10484

Hazel was extremely excited and almost frantic in her movements as she tried to get ready for her party. Whenever she first came to live with Grace and she would see those rich girls at school with their name brands and such, she really didn’t think much of them. It actually bothered her a little bit to know that the woman that she would be calling mother was like that at some point.

But, these years later, Hazel understood that they didn’t make themselves rich kids and judging them for it was fun when she wasn’t one of them, but as long as she kept her smarts and her morals, she could be a better rich kid. While she wasn’t “self-made,” per se, she did believe that her talents and personality were what kept her afloat, after having been given a platform by becoming Grace Monroe’s daughter.

Furthermore, she had several ideas for brand building, for Grace, for Simon, and for herself, and one conclusion, that she came to, happened on Father’s Day…

Hazel posted one of her original poems onto her page at the very stroke of Midnight. She told Grace that since Simon is her father and not “father of my child,” then SHE should be able to post her Father’s Day sentiment first. That was certainly agreeable, and they made a deal that Hazel could post at Midnight and Grace would post at noon.

Hazel: (Father's Day Poem)

Guest: Is this confirmation that Grace and Simon are a couple???

Hazel: This is a Father's Day Poem. 🙂

Guest: If Grace is your mom and Simon's your dad, ARE THEY TOGETHER?

Hazel: I posted for my mom on Mother's Day. Today is Father's Day. This post is only about my dad.

Guest: We all knew it! We've won, y'all!

Hazel: Were you all trying to win a Father's Day poem? Because that's what's posted here.

Guest: Thank you for finally breaking the news officially!

Hazel: Breaking the news that Simon is the closest I've come to a father? That’s not really news, but this is really a celebration day for it. Y'all are weird.

Guest: You're being pretty rude to excited fans who are just trying to celebrate.

Hazel: This is a Father's Day poem and "fans" keep trying to drag my mother into it. If you want to celebrate something, might I suggest... Father's Day? Scroll up. There's a poem.

Guest: You take away from the poem by being a very rude person.

Hazel: I don’t care if you like the poem. It was free to you when I absolutely could charge for anything that I ever offer freely on this page. But more importantly, it was actually written for my dad and I know he loves it, so no, I haven’t taken anything away from his poem by not entertaining your entitlement. Au revoir tho.

Her takeaway was, “We really ought to charge people for insight into our lives.” Simon was in another room, handling the invasive trolls on Hazel’s account, instead of just soaking up the joy of having his first official Father’s Day. Grace nodded her head, selecting the perfect photos for her own Father’s Day post.

Hazel watched her select ones from the exclusive and private “Babymoon” that Simon took her on, meanwhile, Hazel was having a retreat with GlamMother at the time, as “We’ll need to be refreshed and ready for that baby coming as well.” Hazel felt that. She also felt left out. She understood that they just wanted some “alone time” before Ivory arrived, but on a deeper level, she took that to mean that they didn’t want her around. She broke into her own thoughts, “Like… Instead of ever having ANYTHING on our pages about our life together, we should have all the photos, comments and stuff elsewhere… like… on a Patreon account or something.”

Grace hummed and offered, “That’s for people trying to get off the ground, but I could definitely speak to your team if you want to try to monetize more of your content.”

“I think we should ALL monetize our content! As a family.”

“That sounds scarily like Shana’s suggestion that we do a reality TV show,” Grace said. Hazel made a face and Grace nodded, “Yeah. Something along the lines of our road to recovery. Showing how we managed to make it from where we were at the time of her interview to where we are now. Of course, I declined vehemently, but Si was willing to potentially do a documentary, which I could handle; but only if it's one of us holding the cameras and ALWAYS recorded with consent.” Grace was very invested in the whole consent thing and Hazel understood to a certain degree.

There were times whenever they were out and about and Simon would have a little, hmmm, should she word it “disagreement” with someone where he would actually take a pause to look towards Grace.

At least twice, Hazel witnessed her say “I consent,” very faintly, right before Simon snapped to action. Hazel wasn’t that young anymore and she had always been both clever and wise, in her opinion, and sometimes in others.’ She knew what siccing looked like, and in her family, it looked like her dad furiously looking at her mom for approval to go off, and her mom saying, “I consent” to prompt him into attack mode. Or perhaps “permit” was more accurate. Grace would then gently remove Hazel from nearby, in case it happened to get physical. She would collect her and shield her, but watch in satisfaction as Simon defended either her or the family.

After a few lawsuits and some potential charges, Simon got a little bit better about leading with his fists. That’s not to say that they didn’t get thrown anymore… but he at least tried to talk to people first… usually like they were a fucking idiot, but that was a step up from that guy who’s face Hazel saw him bust open the day she first called herself his daughter.

Since then, she had helped him create dozens of “Simpsona” tees, and he mostly wore them around the house or the camper, but after today, she could only imagine how he was going to be wearing one every single day of his life to announce, even when he’s silent how much of a simp he was for Grace.

Whenever Grace posted her Father’s Day post, Hazel wasn’t jealous that more people loved it and validated it and were super excited about it… but she didn’t feel it was fair that the tribute from the person who Simon wasn’t father to, got more attention than his daughter’s did.

Rationally, she knew that Grace had been in the public eye for almost as long as she had even been alive, and she knew that Grace had so many avenues of business and fame - professional dancer, the natural beauty industry, internet personality, musician, singer, song writer, and famous former supermodel turned socialite’s daughter, whatever it was that Grandest did to make him more money and more important than GlamMa (hence why Grace would have a massive mountain of fans and stans that cared)… So, Hazel GOT it, but boy did it get to her, on that day of all days.

This was her FIRST Father’s Day, with the first person she ever had the time, heart, and permission to read as her father. There was a Haitain man out there somewhere, who may or may not have known she even existed, and Irish girl that left her under a bush - possibly while too high to think about the consequences, (and countless faces in different houses that never bothered to give her the chance she deserved), but for the years that she ached for them, she finally was in a place where they had been replaced fully. So, she really wanted to be “selfish” and bask in that as the center of attention.

EVEN THOUGH Simon definitely loved her poem and said that he was going to get the handwritten version duplicated and framed so that he could have one in all of his workspaces and stuff, He was wearing his “Grace Monroe’s Babydaddy” shirt and had been beside Grace ever since she hit “post.” She knew that he was much more happy about the fact that after almost 3 years, Grace was finally actually claiming him officially.

He had spent that entire time hoping and wishing and praying and dreaming… or whatever he did for things… working? Whatever. He’d spent the time dedicated to the accomplishment that one day Grace Monroe would call him hers and stop making people wonder. Hazel had always been very open that she knew Simon, cared about him, appreciated his work, wanted to see him do well… and it wasn’t like Grace HADN’T… But, she was always really hushed about what he meant to her when Hazel hadn’t been!! This was their first Father’s Day since Hazel acknowledged him as such and she couldn’t help but to feel overshadowed… Hazel had been his “pupil” before ever becoming his daughter and everyone who followed her knew that Simon mattered and they were close. For the moment, she didn’t even seem to register in his world.

She was staring at Simon, smiling at Grace, a baby on his shoulder (who looked so much like Grace they could be mistaken for each other on side by side baby pics) and his hand playing in Grace’s hair… For a few moments, Hazel felt outside of this family again. Simon and Grace were family long before she came around. She might have slid into the fold whenever they were distant, but now, they were back and they had this perfect baby. Their baby. And she was… “this girl who came to live with them,” for a few moments.

Grace noticed her pondering and smiled, “Haze… you wanna come see some of the stuff people are saying about your dad?”

“No thank you,” Hazel said and forced a smile. She noted the look that Grace and Simon gave each other - the worry - and she laughed, “It’s just that we’ve heard it all before, right? It’s just always been premature, and now… it’s the perfect time. They’ve got everything that they wanted… for free.”

“You are really on this charging the public thing, huh?” Grace asked. Hazel rolled her eyes. Of course, Grace would miss the true point of the statement.

Simon added, “She has a point. We’ve got TWO trust funds to work on now..” You too, Simon? Both of you are so thick! And they merely continued!!!

“We’ve got way more investments into them than trust funds…” Grace corrected him.

“That sides with my notion of ‘she has a point,’ so…?” Grace rolled her eyes and playfully plucked him. He caught her hand and kissed her fingers. Hazel rolled her eyes too now, but mostly because those two were just gross! She longed for the days where they tried to be affectionate behind her back. What a FOOL she felt like for ever pressuring them to do it in plain sight! “I think she should start a magazine,” Simon said, breaking into the fog of frustration brewing in her mind.

Grace gasped and said, “YES! That would be so perfect for her!”

“If she’s interested...”

Neither of them were going to note that Hazel was feeling like an outsider, and maybe it was best that they didn’t. Hazel knew that sometimes, she was simply insecure and it was all her imagination. They loved her just as much as they did Ivory. They loved her like she was their own. They never did anything to make her feel like she wasn’t. She just had to wonder, did they ever feel like it? Did they have days where they looked at her and thought, even for a moment - “this is not my daughter?”

Now, they were both looking at her and she came over to sit, thinking about this magazine idea to help push her insecurities away. If they DID ever think that, what was important was that they ignored it and just continued to love her. What was important was that such thoughts didn’t disrupt their family. That right there was enough proof to her that no matter what, she was theirs and they had her best interests in mind.

“What would I have to do in order to start a magazine?” They made way for her to sit between them and Simon began looking up information on the computer, while Grace searched the contacts in her phone as she breastfed, to figure out who she had connections to that might be able to help with the idea.

Which brings us back to Hazel frantically getting ready… for the release party of her new magazine! She was going to be rolling out a printed version, although there would definitely be more content online. This was why she couldn’t even knock the rich kids anymore… Her mom bought her very own magazine company for her for a fake holiday, mind you. All of the employees and the supplies and information and everything that went into creating a magazine were all under Grace’s umbrella of, “For your No Shell Needed Celebration!”

Hazel hadn’t dissociated via turning into a turtle in almost as long as Grace and Simon had been officially out to her. Grace tossed out the idea of having a celebration for each month that Hazel went without turning into a turtle, but Hazel declined, insisting that she couldn’t control it and it felt like a lot of pressure to know that if it didn’t happen to her, she might get a reward. But, since she once again, was not as simple as some others, she did note that Grace usually got her sweet little “just because” gifts each month (typically around the 7th) - mind you… Hazel’s last turtle episode wasn’t on the 7th. It was on the 4th.

Hazel remembered because it was the day before Grace and Simon sat her down and told her that they were going to actually try to make a romance work between them (The day before what they observe as their anniversary). She remembered, because she had been so conflicted, in having wanted to know details about them, but not really wanting to know this detail, not at that time, at least. But, she had given Grace enough grief the day before, so she said that she was happy about it and then sulked in silence for three days, until Grace brought up the turtle thing and tried to start a celebration, etc.

Hazel figured that whenever she said no, Grace probably put a monthly note in her calendar to do secret celebration things for her anyways. She was feeling like she had put Hazel through a lot that week and Grace always overcompensated upsetting her loved ones with whatever it was she had to offer.

The next November 7th, lo and behold, Grace thought, “Would you like to change out some of the turtle stuff in your room, or do you want to hold on to that?” Hazel still liked turtles and commented that she would like MORE turtles, as a matter of fact, trying to call Grace’s bluff and get her to admit that she was trying to celebrate her not turning into a turtle for a full year… but, the way that Grace’s heart was set up, it was Hazel’s day and if what she wanted was more turtle stuff, that’s what she was getting. Hazel got so much turtle stuff that her friends wondered if she was going through something.

The next year, Hazel informed her, “I know what you’ve been doing, Mom. You celebrate every month that I haven’t had a turtle episode with little gifts rewarding me for being normal, then you want to do something big when I get to another year.”

Grace blushed and brushed Hazel’s hair away from her shoulders, “It’s not about you being normal. I love my little girl and I loved my little turtle. Hazel, you went through a lot and you found a way to cope with things, a way that wasn’t necessarily dangerous or bad, but unique. Celebrating the fact that you don’t do it anymore isn’t so much of me being cheerful that you’re “being normal,” but me being grateful that you don’t feel like you have things that are so hard for you to cope with, with me. I figured… it makes me happy to know that she doesn’t have to be a turtle, so I’m gonna do something nice and make her happy today, too. I always felt like you went inside of yourself, created that shell because it was the only place that you could feel at home.” She squeezed her tightly, kissed her hair and grunted, “I love you sooooo much. I’m so lucky you found your home with me.”

Hazel started crying. Grace was really good at making her cry. But, she was also really good at giving her comforting hugs and cheer up gifts. So, immediately after that, she restocked her entire WorkBox 3.0 and they set up a sundae bar in the kitchen.

Simon… didn’t interfere. He felt like a lot of the things that Grace did was very overboard/unnecessary, but he also remembered being a teenager and wanting SO MANY things, but not being able to have them and Grace simply asking her parents for stuff and giving it to him. Her parents rarely batted an eye and she didn’t mind asking them for material things, even knowing that she wasn’t going to use them. It was never on the level of the things that she gave Hazel, but Hazel was her daughter, not her friend from school, and it was her money to do whatever she wanted to do with it. Grace’s love language was definitely in gifts.

He supposed that he was instrumental in that. He had given her gifts when they were young and gotten others to do so as well, and being her first and only friend and love… she might have incorporated that practice into how she perceived love. Maybe that was why no matter how mean her parents were, she loved them so much she couldn’t stand to disappoint them. They were constantly giving her stuff. Then again… everybody gave her stuff… well… he didn’t know for sure, but he wanted to take some credit for how she modeled her love life.

Plus, Hazel was a good kid. She deserved anything that her heart desired and if Grace could and would give it to her, he was in full support of that… even when it seemed stressfully irresponsible in his brain.

This year, at least she was giving Hazel a gift that could potentially give back. Because Hazel would have, if nothing else, the first looks at things inside the Monroe/Laurent household, their business, their promos and such… and she would likely be able to get some fresh scoops from their friends and business associates, too.

For instance, Shana conducted an interview with Simon in which they speak about their past - her old feud with the Apex in school, the assault outside of the prom, the interview with Grace (how he felt about it and their alliance), her attacking him in the elevator, whether or not the Wicked Heiress in Esmoroth was meant to be her (she definitely was), and where they would be going from here, since she was still friends with Grace and he didn’t appear to be going anywhere any time soon… That interview would be exclusively found in MonDoe Magazine, or with the premium subscription to the website.

Tulip was hired to design the website and upkeep. Grace kept as much as possible within her ecosystem. Hazel’s friends were contributors, and she drew a logo that was a triangle with red lips in the center, which was placed as an overlay for her, Lucy and Lindsay holding hands in a triangle formation, then the lips would say in Hazel’s voice, “New Apex Publishing.”

She and Simon played around a lot with different designs and names before she decided that she adored the thought of being the new mother of a new Apex (the old ones all sort of defected either to Grace’s brand or the Esmoroth fandom) and neither of them used Apex anymore (though they still saw it in hashtags and stuff). “I want to be as big as she is,” Hazel had said, a glimmer in her eyes. “Someday.”

“You’re great, Haze!” Simon offered.

“I know that. I don’t just want to be great. I want to be Grace …” He seemed alarmed and she even shocked herself in saying it, and cleaned it up, “...like.” She fumed a little, “Please just admit that me at 13 and her at 13 are so very different and you probably wouldn’t have even been friends with me if you knew me in school!”

His eyes widened and he winced, trying to figure out a good way to answer that without telling her that she was absolutely right. “I wasn’t friends with anyone else at 13,” he said. “And yes… you and Grace are very different, but… I think you’ve definitely got an advantage on her. You have two involved parents. You have a genuinely supportive community. You had an early start online and already have a pretty massive following. Hers didn’t gain traction until high school. You have several of your own companies to inherit. You’ve… gotten your healing from the shit that is life much sooner... If you were to ask Grace, I’d bet that she wished she was more like you at your age, than to have been stuck with just me as backup, getting ready to rush head forward into high school and let public opinion mold her into something she didn’t even like being.” He took a deep breath and said, “Grace was the kind of person who people met and just wanted to be near and wanted to be like, and that pressure made her want to be everything that we wanted her to be. She only became the version of Grace-like that you know after a lot of hard times and hard work that neither of us would ever want for you. Besides, we love Hazel in this house. We stan.”

“God, you two are such A-holes!” Hazel said, wiping her tears. “Always making me feel super loved and therefore making me CRY.”

“We’re gonna keep super loving you. For the rest of our lives.” He grabbed her into a one armed hug and kissed her on the top of her head.

“The rest of your lives… do you two… like… talk about that?” He scoffed and shook his head. “Am I able to ask why?” Simon sighed and chewed on his lip, tilting his head to try to figure out if this was one of those things where it was his responsibility to explain or Grace’s right to. That was one of the harder parts of parenting with somebody that you’d hurt so badly. You had to consider things and approach them in ways that untarnished

trust/relationships just didn’t.

“What do you know about the Sweet 16 Party?”

“Only that it was, and I quote “too much,” or maybe it was “a lot,” it’s been years since this subject came up and it’s usually shut down real quickly.”

Simon sat up and rubbed his hands together, preparing himself, “Okay. Well, my parents weren’t very festive after my sister died. They’d get me presents and a cake, sing happy birthday pretty miserably, and then just kinda go. So, around, well… I guess it happened for our 13th birthdays, Grace got her folks to sort of graft me into her birthday parties, since she had just as few friends, just as detached parents, and our birthdays are a month apart. It was really great. We loved being able to celebrate together, even though we usually had REAL celebrations on our actual birthdays that were just the two of us. But, Sweet 16 was different. It was different because by then I was obsessively in love with Grace and unhealthily close to her parents. I had convinced myself that we were supposed to be together, so I used everything to my advantage to try to coax her into being my girlfriend. Then, I got really upset with her when she tried to tell me that she didn’t know if she wanted to be, so… she just… let me have my way.”

“What happened?” Hazel’s eyes were wide and she looked both apprehensive, but intrigued. He knew he had made the right call. It was his responsibility to tell this story. Grace would have been hurting to have to admit to telling her the things that Simon had done to her back then, now that they were a family.

“I made a huge production, with a massive audience, put her in the center of the spotlight and asked her out in front of everybody whose opinions of her mattered, most of all, mine. I put her in that position and stood right in front of her, in front of everyone and made her feel obligated to give me an answer.” Hazel looked disgusted. “Yeah. And just like you realize that she would hate that, I knew it too. But, I knew that she couldn’t say no. I knew that my chances would be greater in that situation. Whenever I finally asked her to give me a chance again… It was very casual. We were on the phone and I playfully threw it out there. Of course, after she said yes, I sort of got carried away, but she reigns me in whenever I do that, now. She’s already forgiven me a lot of stuff, but there’s a lot of stuff that I can tell is never gonna leave her mind. I just feel like I don’t know if we’ll ever be in the position for me to be able to bring up something like… THAT. Asking her to marry me would probably just make her feel pressured.”

“You’ve been in the position to pop a baby in her, I think you could manage to pop the question,” Hazel said.

He smiled, “Why, Hazel, while worded a bit crudely, am I to understand that I am getting your blessing right now?”

“Why, Dad, you had my blessing whenever I even let you in this place. What did you think I was doing? Helping my mother to select some boy toy? I absolutely would have gone with someone less scraggly and more muscular for that.”

“Hazel!”

“I’m just saying, if he’s just for play or for show, WHY would I choose you?”

“You do realize that instead of roasting me in this setting, all you’ve managed to do is heighten my dad's senses in the event a non scraggly buff dude is present, right?”

“Psssht. I don’t care about dudes. That part of hormones hasn’t hit me yet, I guess.”

“Thank God. May they never. May you be ace, like your mom.”

“Well, that’s short sighted. It didn’t stop her from making very questionable romantic choices - having sex, getting pregnant, getting an abortion…”

“Okay! Okay! Please, no more, thank you.” He thought for a while and then wondered, “Has she ever mentioned anything about it?” Hazel looked a bit horrified. “Not THAT. God. About… us… the future…”

“Umm… not specifically. I’ve gotten the idea that she doesn’t really zhush with marriage in general, maybe? But, she talks about you like you’ll always be here. ‘Whenever you graduate, me and Simon can do this thing.’ Or, ‘whenever you have a place of your own, please have mercy on us with babysitting fees, because Simon is so paranoid and would bring kids anywhere’… like… at least the near future, she sees you two together.”

“Whether or not it happens, I’m still always gonna be here for you, Hazel.”

“I know, Struggle Beard.”

“It’s a full healthy beard!”

“For a bird.” He laughed and covered his beard up. “Or like… a little bug with a hat on.” He tried to glare at her, but her face was straighter than his can

Grace noticed that Simon was acting bizarre… er, than usual. Sure, he was spending a lot more time at the studio, now that filming was underway, and he definitely still wanted to be sure that he was checking in with her, Hazel and Ivory. But, something was off about him. Father’s Day evening was very much a life altering experience for her, but she knew that her body was a *little* different than it had been prior to pregnancy and even though pregnancy made her very physical and they had been intimate the whole way through, especially the Babymoon, she didn’t know if it bothered him that she wasn’t *as* perfect as before.

Monty’s first birthday, she began to notice his behavior. He was very much into celebrating Monty’s day, but he also talked to her mother in secret a lot and whenever her father came around, he got all cheery and fake. He was up to something, but when she asked, he changed the subject to how it was sad that Ivory couldn’t have any cake because they were too young, which got her on the subject of how Ivory was too young to even care and distracted her from her initial concerns.

She was a little more stressed out caring for an infant than she had been in the early months of mothering Hazel, but she definitely was not making Hazel help, so she sometimes had to do things on her own or insist that Simon figure out how to set the time aside. Sometimes… it almost felt like he was avoiding her, but that didn’t make much sense as whenever he did come around, he was all up under her and the baby and his hardest clingy. He was hiding something, and she didn’t know what, but he eventually told her that he had something that he wanted to tell her.

She prepared herself for bad news, simply because even though Simon didn’t tend to give her much bad news, he only seemed pressed about bad news and he was definitely in a state of unrest. Ivory was about 3 months old and Grace set them on their play mat on the floor, so that whatever Simon was about to say wouldn’t affect them.

“There are things that you do that nobody else is capable of doing,” he said. She felt her heart accelerate. Was that a declaration of appreciation, or the precursor to something messed up? “And lately, with this movie happening, I’ve met so many more people and you’ve had your own stuff happening too, with the new mommy blog and stuff…”

This sounds like he’s about to tell me that he’s met someone. I can handle that, can’t I? I can. I’ll have to. What am I gonna do? Kill him? I’m not a murderer… but none of those women on Snapped were murderers before their episode of Snapped, either. “You’re a musical genius, even if the charts don’t necessarily recognize that yet. You play all these instruments and you make honestly great stuff…”

What? Did I miss something? Did he tell me what woman is about to get him killed? It better not be Abigail. She’s a good nanny, but I’d feel obligated to get her fired if my man is trying to leave me for her. And if he thinks he’s taking my baby with him… “So, if you have any time, and can manage it, I really need you to be in charge of the music department…”

She blinked away tears and asked, “What?”

“I know… it’s asking a lot, especially because I’m not sure that the studio would pay you what I believe that you’re worth, but…”

“You want me to work on the music for your movie?” She asked, tears streaming down now, relieved tears, scared tears… she actually scared herself a lot for a moment there.

“Umm… yes… you’re crying, so I don’t know if that’s because of this or something else?”

“I…” she laughed and wiped her eyes, “I thought you were about to break up with me.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know! You were acting weird, Man!” She had her hand over her heart and he took it into his, kissed her fingers and shook his head.

“Yeah, but it was ‘I hate asking Grace for big favors’ weird. Break up with you? In what fucking world?”

“You’ve broken up with me before!” She said and flailed her arms.

He opened his mouth and shut it. “Oh my God, I honestly keep blocking that part out. Mentally, I feel like you broke up with me first, but I keep being reminded that we were actually still together when I did the… shit.” he tilted his head, “Technically, we never broke up.”

“Umm… if you didn’t consider that confession to me, followed by a punch in the mouth a break up, then I don’t want to hear another word about my little misunderstanding just now.” Simon flinched thinking about that and she flinched seeing him flinch. She didn’t mean to bring it up. Sure, he’d deserved it that day, but it was a pretty triggering day and combined with some of the things that she knew about how his mom was, she felt bad that she mentioned it.

“But, sure, of course I’ll work on movie music! My first soundtrack? That’s great to me! In fact… you’ve… listened to Meta’s stuff, right? What would you think about me cutting a track with Meta for The Future King’s theme?”

She was SUPER excited, already. “Like, can you imagine Meta rapping whenever whatever blond waif boy steps onto the scene and he’s like (imitates Meta’s deep, soft voice and NY accent, “All of my life, I believed that I was never going to be anything but a peasant; but I suddenly knew that wasn’t true, whenever I first looked at you...”

Simon’s eyes twinkled, “This is why I love you. Do you know how many writers want to see the most beautiful woman alive recite lines from their work?” She just smiled. Of course she knew his work. She had that line highlighted in her copy of the first book. That was absolutely Simon speaking through a character.. “And… wow… I wouldn’t have ever considered a rapper for FK’s theme, but Meta’s style is somehow perfect for him.”

“Well, I don’t know if I’ll have him actually rap, or if I would just have him doing more of a spoken word thing over like that fantasy music that all those epic movies loved so much, but remixed with a beat… as a matter of fact…” she thought for a moment, “My dude… if I put the R612 beat over some of that with the…” (she sang a high pitched, haunting sort of sound and made a wave gesture with her hand), “and throw Meta’s contrasting deep ass voice on there, just spitting lyrics, that would be the epitome of FK’s inner thoughts verses him always hearing the voice of the Idol Princess, even when she’s nowhere around!”

Simon clenched his fists, “I fucking love you, Grace.” She collected him into a hug, then got up and rushed to get to creation. Having Grace actually read his work was one thing he couldn’t imagine in his late teens, but after she faced that hoard of ugly Esmoroth fans, he never thought she would ever warm up to the lore… then she read book 3 and she had been a fangirl ever since. She even went back and reread the series herself and made an audio version for Simon’s website.

He looked at Ivory, kicking their legs around on the circular mat and drooling on a toy. They looked JUST like their mother and he picked them up and played with them while she was off, doing the thing she loved doing, and doing it for Simon, specifically. He smiled. “I really love your mom, you know that?” Ivory pushed their slobbery toy right into his mouth. “Ughghgh. Disrespectful.” They laughed at him and he laughed too, taking away their weapon of mass disgust. “I’m gonna ask mommy to marry me… I don’t know when. I think… I think she’ll say yes.” Ivory was staring at his mouth. “You are a baby. You are only 3 months old. You literally have no idea what is happening. You just wanna know where is the thing that you cover in saliva and assault daddy with, probably.” He handed the toy back and set them back down, then laid next to them. “I think I’ll do it next month. I have plans…”

Grace came rushing back into the room and said, “I know EXACTLY how I want the Idol Princess’ theme to go AND I have already gotten my close music friends excited about it, but I need to like… get you to get with them on the contract stuff.”

“Yeah, just have your assistant send me contact info for everybody that you wanna work with…” Grace let out a gleeful squeak and she rushed out of the room again. “I love when she’s happy…”

Grace tended to stress herself out whenever she worked really hard on something that didn’t seem to be going her way. Some of the work on this album was going to be out of pocket. She wasn’t concerned about that. She was concerned about the fact that her vision wasn’t being materialized because her demands weren’t being met. “I need to be able to use that song. The hook is perfect. I KNOW it’s a Christian song and that the Christians at large have already spoken on Esmoroth and their disapproval. Get me the use of the song, though. Because, I am SURE that my lawyers can wiggle around if I use it anyway, but I’m trying to be nice about this shit!” She hung up and Hazel bounced Ivory on her lap as Grace tried some breathing exercises.

“The song sounds dope, but it doesn’t have to be on the soundtrack. You can put it on your fanpage.”

“No!” Grace snapped, then took a deep breath, softened her voice and said, “No, Haze. It has to be on the soundtrack. It has to be.” She hugged herself and Hazel texted Simon. She didn’t know exactly what was wrong, but Grace was not okay, obviously. She sat back down and began to mess with the dials slowing things down and mixing. Hazel played with the baby while Grace played with the song. “Serve me. Serve me with your whole heart…” “Never let me go, never let me go..”

Simon didn’t take very long to arrive. He was scheduled to pick up the kids anyway. “You’re not coming home?” he asked.

“Uh uh. This is not blending right. Something is off, even though I know this is a perfect mash up.” She played herself singing and heard Simon quietly tell Hazel to go into the camper and get comfortable. “Just leave me, Si. I have to work on this.” Hazel took Ivory away and Simon leaned against the table, looking down at Grace until she stopped to look back at him.

“You’ve gotta get some rest.”

“And I will,” she said and raised an eyebrow, daring him to challenge her.

He was feeling confident tonight. He got on his knees and turned her to face him. She froze and stared at him, her heart jumped into her throat as she wondered what he was doing. Then, he just hugged her. She sighed and rested against him, enclosing her legs around him and laid her head on his shoulder. She didn’t realize that she needed that, but she had. “Okay. I’ll let it go for tonight,” she said softly.

Only until the next day, though. She was back in the studio, bright and early, perfecting the song and whenever she stepped into the box to sing, Hazel was there to help out. “So… Miss Monroe, Miss Ma’am, Mommy… Ummm… What happened with the note, Mother, Dear?” She pointed to her throat, “Are we having a situation?

“I guess I missed it?” Grace asked, looking a little bit sad.

“You did. But, we can hit it again. You need some tea?”

Simon furrowed his eyebrows, working on aome tech as he sat in the studio with Hazel and other producers helping Grace. “ A little mean, huh?”

“I’m helping to drive her towards Graceness,” Hazel said with a shrug.

“Well… do it nicer, please,” Simon suggested. “She’s been super sensitive lately.”

“It’s the pregnancy,” Hazel said. Simon rolled his eyes, then he paused and thought for a moment, trying to recall when the last time she had a period was. “Mmm Hmm. We were synched up beforehand. She had a baby and I was waiting to see if we’d sync up again and lo and behold, I have not seen one sign of a period anywhere.” Simon tilted his head and Hazel wondered, “Shall we take five?”

“Yes, please.”

“Take five, Moms. We’ll come back to the note.” She smiled as Grace removed her headphones and set them down.

Simon came in and she smiled. “Here to give me a pep talk after how Hazel just absolutely demolished me?”

“No. I mean, I talked to her about it, but I was actually wondering, Haze and I were wondering… has your cycle started back up? Since Ivory was born?”

Now, Grace furrowed her eyebrows. She hadn’t thought about it. “Well… No, but I’ve also been working super hard and I also sometimes have that whole athletic amenorrhea going on. I hardly had any periods whenever I was at Julliard.”

“But, since then, you did, right?”

“I mean… yes. But, it’s also very stressful having this movie, this relocation, this new baby, this soundtrack and the score all happening, so I might just be stressed out. I’ll take a test, if that makes you feel better.”

Immediately following the positive test, she called the New Page center to make an appointment and wondered how she would explain that she was potentially a couple of months pregnant without having noticed anything being off at all. They were fortunately very understanding about it and made her feel like it was completely normal. She most likely got pregnant on Father’s Day and she and several of the doctors at the center made jokes about how fertile one of them was. Charlotte reminded her that they could do tests, if she needed to know (in case one of them wanted to have a procedure to reduce future pregnancies).

She and Simon thumb wrestled to determine who was the fertile one between them, blaming each other for Grace “always getting pregnant” vs Simon “always getting her pregnant.”

Hazel reminded them, “Thumb wrestling has no bearing on whose reproductive system is more active.” Simon had his tongue out as he struggled to get Grace’s little nimble but somehow powerful thumbs down. She won and got up to twerk right in his face in the victory that HE was the reason that they kept having pregnancies. He didn’t seem to mind his ‘loss.’ “You guys are gonna be sorry whenever I write a play about this.” Simon’s 26th birthday was nearing, but he had so much of what he had always envisioned for his life happening that he didn’t really want to have any type of elaborate celebration, but Hazel had situated his photoshoot for the dedication that he intended to put up for the MonDoe website around that time.

The three of them were all so very busy that Simon’s birthday wish was a few days to just rest with his family. They would unplug, have cake, pamper each other, have a family sleepover with cuddles, talk and maybe share some of their upcoming plans.

Nobody wanted to rush through this pregnancy or neglect to do any of the things that had been done with Ivory (although they discovered them sooner), and were all less busy in the duration of the pregnancy), so Hazel suggested that for the trimesterly family maternity shoots, they do something like this period of rest that Simon took for them and create the shoots in home, like Grace used to create her looks and videos. Once again, with the great ideas. Between the three of them, they could make every shoot work and appear to be professional calibur.

Since Grace’s birthday was around the end of the first trimester and they knew they would set aside time for it, that was when Hazel planned the first maternity shoot for. This was also a perfect time for Simon to get something off of his chest, as well. Mrs. Monroe had begrudgingly given him a ring that was a family heirloom. She took some work, but at the end of the day, she knew that this was a man that her daughter wanted to be with and if she chose to do so for the rest of her life, so be it. So, while Hazel was taking the couple shots, and had Ivory in a playpen and Samantha in a cozy carrier, Simon took both of Grace’s hands, and began to talk to her.

Hazel was actually recording, because she knew that she could always come back and select stills, but she didn’t want to miss any of this.

“10 years ago, I made a huge spectacle to ask you to be my girlfriend. There were too many people and there was too much pressure. I guess deep down I was trying to trick you. I knew that the time wasn't right but I wanted you to feel like it was, so I set it up in a way that I got what I wanted. Only it wound up being what neither of us wanted.

So tonight there's just me and you. I've already talked to Hazel. We have Ivory, we have each other. I know that we're a family but I want us to be official. I want to adopt Hazel. I want all the paperwork we can get. I want the rest of my life to be spent as yours.

I'm not sure exactly what you think I deserve, but it's only right that I tell you my intention: And I want to be able to be Mr. Grace Monroe…”

Grace was in tears. She looked over at Hazel, who was smiling, and waiting. Simon pulled out the ring that had been in her family for several generations and had its own display case in her household her entire life, in the vault. The only way Simon could have gotten this was if her parents had given it to him… which meant he would have had their blessing… both of them… She nodded her head and extended her hand. Hazel squealed and she turned the camera around, “I’m gonna have a whole family! Not like the family I’ve had for the past few years, but like a FAMILY, in every sense of the word!” She was crying, overwhelmed and breathing hard. Eventually two pairs of adult arms found her and wrapped her up tight.

She confessed how she had been feeling bout the family dynamic and her place in it, bringing up the fact that Simon didn’t even always trust her by herself with Ivory, to which he of course had to explain and remind her that it was a trauma response to having accidentally killed his sister when he was younger and in no way a reflection of his feelings for her, and certainly, she CERTAINLY was their daughter.

Ivory was still a baby. The attention that they needed was crucial to their development, but Hazel was always going to be both their little girl AND their firstborn.

They didn’t share the video. Only stills of the maternity shoot, and because Hazel was so excited about it, the engagement ring. Once again, the fan base went wild, but this time, Hazel was chill with it and spent most of the night going through and liking supportive comments.

Fans were asking Grace how to get their trash men and exes to turn it around and simp like Simon, and she's like, "I don't know. Ask him," prompting him to get back into the swing of social media, after his long break from it for his new fun thing “Simp Like Simon.”

His first installment, Hazel is in the background, staring at him with complete judgement. "It was always gonna be like this for me" was the caption of that one.

"Ladies, do not hesitate to use your body as a weapon. If Grace isn't happy, I don't get cookies. If I want even a shot at cookies, guess what? Grace being happy all the time is my goal."

Hazel squealed, “Ho my God!” And could be seen in the background, picking up the cat from the floor and leaving the frame. But, he continued answering questions, whether or not they seemed real.

“Grace keeps me in line by positive reinforcement, sometimes of the affectionate persuasion…”

Grace appeared on the screen beside him, "No. No, that's inaccurate. Stop that," and he immediately stopped, "Good job," she cooed and touched his chin and of course, he merely sat there, gushing. “Will you wrap this up soon? My birthday is tomorrow.”

“I’m right behind you,” he said and unceremoniously stopped the feed. He was about to be given Birthday+Engagement bedtime, so nothing else mattered.

Well… She went to make sure that Ivory was settled in the nursery and Hazel was settled for the night, but then, they celebrated in that way that had become a merging of every sense of their being, a manifestation of every emotional charge between the two. He rested in her arms, his back against her and her arms around him with their fingers joined together. She wondered, “Do you really want to be “Mr. Grace Monroe,” or is that one of your many extreme displays to try to prove yourself to me?”

He took a deep breath and admitted, “My family name doesn’t mean much to me. My family doesn't mean much to me. Ever since we were little, whenever I think about family, I think about you. Sure, I didn’t realize whenever I met you that it would ever be this way and whatever hope that I had whenever I came back to find you over and over again was innocent at some point, then convoluted, and now it's in its purest shape, I think. With my clearest mind ever and my most open heart, I know that you let me into your family a long time ago. You shared your parents. You shared your daughter. You’ve shared yourself. I’ve been indebted to you. I am Mr. Grace Monroe. The Laurent kid died in the hospital.”

“Ummm… My child is named Ivory NeoVon Laurent Monroe.”

“Asterisk our child, and you insisted on putting it in there.”

“I felt like something had to buffer that NeoVon from MY last name,” she joked.

He suddenly became serious, “Do you hate their middle name?”

“No. I think it has the potential to be a name that they hate when they’re older, but they can change it, if that’s the case. But, it’s a cute callback to Book 2. Seriously… are you sure you’re not at all concerned with being a man and taking a woman’s last name? My mother’s family migrated to England from Nigeria, and she took my dad’s name. I have my ancestors’ slave owner. I could have been Grace Adewale, and I might die mad about it. You WANT to be a Monroe?”

“Of the Monroe Square Monroes? Hell yeah.”

“Ugh. What about your French heritage?”

“Woman… My dad is from Louisiana. Have you seen how white he is? You’re going to tell me that his French ass ancestors didn’t own slaves?”

“Your dad looks like he owns slaves, right now .”

Simon cackled and uttered, “I hate you so much for that.”

“Same. This is even more tasteless than that time when we were laughing about my dad molesting you.”

“WHEN WE WERE WHAT?” She laughed harder now. He could barely talk through his own laughter, “Your dad molested me and we were laughing? That DIDN’T happen!”

“Noooo. You don’t remember that time when I asked if my dad was your sugar daddy and you were like, ‘I’d suck his dick for tuition,’ or whatever?” Now they both howled, and she had to pee, but couldn’t tell him as she tried catching her breath through laughter tears and pushing him off of her. “Peee!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I know I have never said that before in my life. I’d maybe give a handy, but I don’t have the gag reflex to suck a dick and your dad’s probably PACKING!” She screamed laughing and shoved him off of her to go to the bathroom.

She was naked and partially running and laughing (which he also found funny, now) and she peed on the floor almost as soon as she got into the bathroom. She can't stop laughing and she's like there's pee on the floor he can't stop laughing and he still doesn't remember whatever the Hell she's talking about and then they got to clean up pee?

“DAMMIT, I peed!” She was in pain from laughter, but still couldn’t stop. The peeing actually made her start more.

“You PEED??? You’re only like 3 months pregnant!”

“This was both post sex AND you made me laugh and then you laid on me too… In fact, you should have to clean this up.”

“I will clean it up because I’m a good husband to be, but I’m certainly gonna be calling you piss nicknames until I get tired.”

“Noooo, Simon!”

“The Long Piss Goodnight. Piss It Better…” She laughed and turned on the shower while he grabbed some cleaner out of the cabinet. “Piss and Say Goodbye..”

The calm warned her to worry, but she couldn’t be bothered to do so. Because, this little secret ceremony was about to be everything in the world to her. They rented out a barn at the pumpkin patch, invited only immediate family and closest friends, then enjoyed the pumpkin patch for the first time since they were kids, this time with their own kids.

The wedding itself was small and of course, not traditional. Mrs. Monroe was absolutely scandalized that they had decided to go this route, but with Simon not having many friends (none that he would want to be a part of his wedding), Grace lent him Iza, Meta, and Tulip, and she had Shana, Chapa, and Mikayl on her side, with Damita being her Maid of Honor and Hazel being Simon’s Best Kid.

They took photos with Samantha and Ivory, too. Mrs. Monroe would be impressed with how it turned out in photos, despite the way she felt inside of the barn. The bridesmaids helped Grace to change afterwards and instead of a reception, it was an afternoon in the pumpkin patch… the place where Simon first fell in love. They weren’t announcing it.

Hazel enjoyed the hayride and the food and drinks and she and Simon selected several pumpkins that they were going to carve masterpieces into and Simon would make all kinds of pumpkin goodies for Grace.

“Happy November the 5th” came around with nothing but that caption alone and one photo of Grace and Simon kissing at their wedding, with Hazel in a regal pose near them, Samantha in her finest suit, in the girl’s arms, and the baby in a high chair, decorated for purposes that could only be thought of as wedding like.

The family was much too preoccupied with their energy shifted to Hazel’s magazine release on the 7th to do much beyond that via the internet and social media. Hazel was in shambles, somehow. She had been conducting behind the scenes events and managing various productions since she was 10 - everything from helping Grace, to the tasks she did in the theater program at school in New York, to even being on set with Simon and being allowed to share feedback. But, this was totally different.

When she first got her own business, she was too young to comprehend what was even happening. Grace asked her basics - would she like this or that, what did she think of a certain design, testing natural products on her to see how they worked for her hair or skin type, and whatnot. This. Was. Her. Baby. Suddenly, the day of, EVERYTHING was corny. EVERYTHING was cringy! EVERYTHING was cruel and she was in a panic.

“I’m gonna turn into a turtle on my anniversary of not turning into a turtle!” She said, getting ready to A. Cry and B. Turn into a turtle.

“This came out SO AWESOME!” She heard Lindsay cheer and she turned to see her with the clique - Lucy, Alex, Todd, and a few other kids that she knew were New Apex but hadn’t had the chance to meet yet. Lucy and Lindsay gushed over all of the work put into things and how well it all looked.

Lucy was excited for her parents to see her own contributions, as she was given a segment that they called “That’s My Folks,” which focused on kids speaking about what their parents did for a living or what they were known for and how it affected them, as their children. The first release of that segment would cover Lucy, Lindsay, and of course Hazel. Lucy worked very hard on it and Hazel’s earlier stress smoothed over while she cheered her on.

Lindsay was in charge of “Own Own Devices,” which focused on fun, safe, and exciting ways for children to entertain themselves and sometimes others, in various cities (New York and LA being the ones that she was most used to), and also when at home by yourself. Most of hers and Lucy’s social media for the past few months had been almost predominantly promoting their best friend’s magazine that they were excited to be a real part of.

Hazel adjusted the glittering leaf embellishments in her head, made sure that her huge ponytail was looking great, and led her guests to their seats, in a reserved section up front with her. Mom would be on soon. Grace opened the release, clearly pregnant now, though it added to her performance to have a 5 month pregnant singer and dancer in the center of a children’s dance team that would be highlighted in the first installment. She performed the theme from The Mighty Tuba and Her Musical Friends, which Hazel had grown out of by this point, but had sentimental value, as it had always seen her through tough times in her childhood, a remixed version of Introducing Hazel Doe, and she gave opening words.

Simon had on his Hazel Doe Monroe: The Child Celeb Blueprint, under his open blazer and a pair of jeans that she had covered in her artwork with celtic leaves. He told everyone about his first meeting with Hazel, how this magazine idea came about (his idea), and how hard she worked and was always working in every medium that she was interested in.

Mrs. Monroe had thousands of different tiered swag bags created for most of the guests. Mr. Monroe was there, too, despite usually not getting involved with the entertainment things that his daughter and her family did. Performances closed out with Grace and Hazel doing Hazel’s newest song - one that she had written and produced herself, with Grace as backup in the studio. Grace would normally do the choreography for a big performance. Whenever Hazel learned dances from her, she tended to also pick up faces from Grace, so that at certain parts, they would both stick their tongue out or make a stank face, or whatever Grace’s face did in certain parts of a dance where they were really eating it. But, whenever Hazel choreographed and Grace learned from her, there was a similar but equal reaction of Grace becoming Hazel’s hype woman and this particular number she had yelled out a lengthy “DOE!”

It became a thing that all of the fanbase picked up on and when Grace and Hazel were both dancing, a loud chorus went through the audience of “DOE!” At all of the perfect times.

When the performances were over, there was still music and much of it was Grace, her friends, and Hazel. There was a huge sized canvas for people to sign, like it was a guest list, and some even left artwork, well wishes and little poems of their own. “Happy No Shell Needed Day!” Grace said, admiring the room. She had changed into her own denim pantsuit, though of course, hers looked like high end fashion. She had her hair twisted back into locs and had them pulled up and wrapped up in a blue headwrap, the pantsuit (which was sort of like a romper) had a doe patch, New Apex symbol, and the hashtag #Doenizens on it.

Hazel blushed and gave her a big hug. Simon was working the room, exaggerating his hand movements to show off his wedding ring, with Ivory in a pouch he was wearing.

Ivory’s First Co. was being worked on and Grace juggled her work on that, her next maternity blog, “Mommy’s Killing It,” new products for her health and beauty brand, along with Hazel’s, the score, the soundtrack, finding someone to handle the music video, and being a supportive mother, wife, and friend. Hazel’s magazine was a success. She became more popular and followed than her mother and father! That had not even been her goal, but she loved to see it.

Also, her mom became much more open. The magazine gave her another way to express things that wasn’t merely screaming into the void on the Internet, or worse, just telling all those people her business and letting them judge her. It also gave Hazel one of her favorite quotes to describe her parents, one that she had asked her mom to give her for a response in the inescapable event that people asked her, Hazel, why on Earth after all of that, did her mom actually MARRY Simon Laurent?

“You can’t undo some pain and you don’t just get over things that truly hurt you, sometimes. Sometimes, you revisit them numerous times and eventually, something may work… we’ve both found that we’re willing to try…”

THE END

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