#i miss you two oh five. i miss you wrestling. i will not watch you though

[singmyaubade]

The Girl We Love

Poly!Marauders x Female!Reader

A/N: Hello! Long time no see; this came to me out of nowhere, and I just wrote it off the top of my head; I hope you enjoy it! <3 P.S. I have no idea what to think about this story.

Summary: Can all of them handle loving you at the same time?

Warning: Containing cursing, soon-to-be-smut, etc... Viewer discretion is advised.

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The boys were enjoying their summer, basking in the hot sun and the chance to go in the pool anytime they wanted. Although it was just Remus, Sirius, and James, that was all they needed. Unfortunately, Peter was in France, but 3/4 Marauders was better than none.

"James, Sirius!" Euphemia yelled as James and Sirius groaned, not wanting to go downstairs due to their laziness, "I know you boys can hear me, and I am giving you five seconds," She yelled louder as the two boys looked at each other in fear as they both lunged to the door, James pushing Sirius into the wall.

"5..4...3.." The boys had rushed downstairs before two to see their Euphemia setting the dining room, "Why is Remus the only helpful boy in this house?" Euphemia huffed as Remus set down the dishes.

James ignored her, noticing the fancy table mats she would only bring out when people came over, "Uh, Mum, what's going on?" James asked, scratching his head, confused.

"Yeah, we never use this table unless James forgot he's human instead of dog," Sirius joked as James smacked him in his stomach, earning a groan.

Euphemia sighed, "Ms. L/N and Y/N are coming for dinner," She answered, setting the plates over the tablecloths.

James's mother and your mother were best friends, practically inseparable when you all were younger. Even when they didn't see each other, James would see her writing letters to your mom.

"Why?" James asked as Euphemia glared at him, "I just mean that we haven't seen her in so long, like since we were like thirteen,"

"You mean when you all would rough house and were into wrestling and Quidditch?" Euphemia hummed.

"The good old days," Sirius added, looking up in dramatics.

"Yeah, when you would tackle her and throw mud on us all," Remus muttered.

"Um yeah?" Sirius responded, "The good old days!"

Having you over was like having another brother around when it came to James. You always loved watching Quidditch and would yell with him when your favorite team won, chest-bumping each other.

You would always dress like the Marauders, wear whatever trend they were following, and play with whatever toys seemed remarkable to them.

You all ate like absolute slobs, and Euphemia and your mother would constantly reprimand all of you, but you didn't care because if you all did it, it was incredible.

When your parents divorced and you went to France with your Father, they all hadn't realized the switch in your presence as much. They would mention you sometimes but would only give it a short conversation. They were just kids; They didn't know much until later.

"This might be nice, you know?" Sirius said, "We haven't seen Y/N in so long, and I do miss having another one of the guys in the house," Sirius wrapped his arm around James's shoulders.

"Y/N is a girl," Remus corrected.

"You know what I mean," Sirius said, sitting in his seat.

"Wonder if she still plays Quidditch," James added, sitting beside Sirius.

"Can't wait to kick her arse in it," Sirius said, putting his hands together tauntingly.

Euphemia shushed them, "Enough of this talk, they should be arriving any minute now, and I expect the most from all of you," She tsked, moving near the door.

"She's talking about you two," Remus said, smirking.

"Oh shove it, Moony, you aren't a saint," James teased.

"Yeah, we know of your unspeakable acts in the bedroom," Sirius joked, winking at Remus as he bit his tongue.

James could hear voices from the front door as you stepped into view, hugging Euphemia, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing; none of them could.

Of course, you were different; the years did you well, but your hair grew past your shoulders, not the usual bob. You were wearing a lavender dress, a step away from your tomboy outfits. From what he remembered about you, your nails were painted in your favorite color, and you no longer wore a retainer everywhere you went.

Your dress hugged your waist perfectly, and none of the Marauders were perverts, but none of them could hide the fact that they were staring at you.

You looked at them with a grin, going over to James first as he stood up from his chair like a statue, "Jamesy!" You squeaked, the childhood nickname sounding different now.

You embraced him in a tight hug, your boobs pressing against his chest as he grew flustered. You pulled back, looking at him, "I missed you so much," You excitedly said, returning for a hug.

James could feel how soft your skin was, like a rose petal coated in shea butter. He had never felt something so gentle in his entire life like it wasn't real.

Once James squeezed you back, you moved over to Sirius, giving him a tight hug. His hands stayed on your back as your lips were on his neck accidentally. Sirius was never the type to blush, but somehow, you succeeded.

Sirius could smell home when he was near you, like cinnamon and hot chocolate, like a long day of Quidditch on the grass and Euphemia giving him a cold glass of Butterbeer kind of touch.

You pulled back, giving him a smile instead of words because moving over to Remus, pecking him on the cheek, and moving to a hug, "Remsy, long time no see," You giggled, giving him a hug as he smiled, trying not to let his thoughts get to him.

Remus could feel your happiness like sunlight as if it was glowing. When he hugged you, he felt happy like never before; it made him forget every stormy night or memory.

They all could feel your presence like a lightning bolt with each embrace, and it was hard to hide when you were up against them.

Euphemia and your mother were still chatting at the door, so you decided to talk with them about their social life as much as possible.

"I missed all of you so much," You cheesily said, sitting across from them all, "Please tell me how all of you have been," You looked at Sirius first.

You had developed a slight French accent, but only people would notice if they genuinely heard you.

Both Remus and James side-eyed Sirius, who looked shellshocked, "Well, I've just been focusing on school since graduation and just been enjoying summer," He awkwardly laughed, not knowing what to say, "I made Quidditch Co-captain with James,"

Your mouth fell open, "Oh my god, I am so proud of you guys; congratulations," You said happily.

"Thank you," James and Sirius said in unison as you laughed.

"What about you, James?" You asked, looking at him.

"I've been focusing on Quidditch and maybe becoming an Auror in the future when I'm done with my Quidditch career," James responded.

"I remember you always talking about being an Auror; I'm glad you still want to do it," You responded kindly, "What about you, Remus?" You looked at him.

"I've been focusing on becoming a healer or professor since I enjoy helping others," He said as you beamed.

"Well, considering you did help me when I cut my knee on the concrete when we were ten, I would say you are perfectly trained," You joked as Remus grinned.

"What about you, Y/N? What have you been up to?" James asked.

"Well, I hope to become a journalist or a write since it is a dream, but I was going to move back to London with my boyfriend," You said as all of the boys mentally punched themselves, "But then he cheated on me so I might just be alone," You said as the boys grinned from ear to ear.

"Yes!" Sirius said as you raised an eyebrow, "Yes, what an awful thing for him to do; I am so sorry, Y/N," Sirius said.

"Agreed, he must be a bloody fool," Remus added.

"I'm glad he's out of your life," James said, "Uh because, he's a horrible person,"

"Thank you, guys; I am glad I found out before I moved with him here," You said with relief.

Your mother and Euphemia approached the table, your mother sitting next to you and Euphemia sitting across, "I apologize, Fleamont couldn't attend; he has business matters in Rome," Euphemia said in a sweet voice.

"That man always focuses on business," Your mother tsked as Euphemia smiled before your mother looked at the three boys, "Oh my, how you guys have grown," She smiled dearly.

"You don't look like a day over twenty, Ms. L/N," Sirius winked as Remus elbowed him, causing the air to fall out of his lungs.

"Why thank you, dear," Your mother said genuinely as Euphemia glared at Sirius.

"First course is ready!" Minnie said, snapping her fingers to a variety of foods. Your eyes shot in amazement at the different dishes, even some being French.

"Thank you, Minnie," Euphemia said, nodding to the elf as Minnie bowed, disappearing.

"Y/n, how have your studies been at Beaubaxtons?" Euphemia asked, grabbing some potatoes.

"Delightful," You responded, "I know that it seems like a reform school for young girls, but I actually do enjoy it there, and we always watch Quidditch, surprisingly," You said as Euphemia grinned, "I do wish we had our own team though, I would love to play,"

"I'll play with you, Y/N," James said as the table looked at him, "If you ever need a partner," He whispered, digging into his chicken.

You cheerfully looked at him, "I would love to,"

James smiled to himself as Sirius side-eyed James, "And if you ever need another partner, I am here as well," Sirius added, making James kick him from under the table.

"Thank you, Sirius, I would love that as well," You said, still smiling.

Euphemia noticed the two boys rolling her eyes, "And your mother has told me you enjoy reading; Remus might know a thing or two about that," She said.

"I've needed a reading partner. The girls at Beaubaxton read, but they don't have much variety," You chuckled.

"Well, I can assure you that I do," Remus jokingly said as both James and Sirius glared at him, causing Remus to clear his throat.

"That's great! Considering I will be staying here, that sounds incredible," You said as James nearly spit out his dragon fruit juice.

"The cat seems out of the bag," Your mother said, eating another piece of meat.

"Oh, I apologize; you hadn't told them?" You said, looking at Euphemia.

"Not yet," Euphemia said with a slight smile, "Y/N and her mother will be staying with us for the summer,"

They all felt like they were in a dream that felt like reality; Sirius was close to pinching himself.

If they were thirteen again, they probably would've considered this a chance to have another Peter around, but now, it was entirely different.

You were sweet, still enjoyed Quidditch, and read while being entirely yourself.

You were like a dream.

"Trust me, they are all excited," Euphemia told you as the boys snapped out of the trance.

"That sounds amazi-" Remus started.

"I am so glad-" Sirius beginning.

"I can't wait to-"

They all said simultaneously, making you giggle, "I am excited too."

From then on, the conversations were light with laughs and banter, moving through the courses until Euphemia decided that all the kids needed to go to bed, to which James and Sirius protested.

They were all instructed to guide you to your room, to which you followed them up the stairs until they led you to a room with lavender walls and blue and white bedding.

You stopped them at the door, grinning ear to ear at the room, "Thank you all for leading me to my room," You said as they all said you were welcome at the same time.

You giggled, "I missed you guys so much," You said, hugging all of their tall figures with a kiss on each of their cheeks, "Goodnight, I will see you tomorrow,"

They all stuttered a goodnight as you closed the door.

And the Marauders didn't know they could ever want something so wrong.

[cmdrfupa]

Family Day

  You’ve turned a house into a home and a home into a sanctuary for Choso. He never thought he’d be given the gift of parenthood or love, so he wants to say thank you on an important anniversary.

Sfw, cute Papa Choso x reader. Fluffy, cutesy, teeth-aching sweetness. Reader called Mama but mostly gn.

a/n: I’ve been watching turtles go into the ocean after hatching, and now I’m here. Idk how I got here but we are here so let’s smile about it 😭

Weekends were meant to rejuvenate and catch up on the hobbies you neglect during the week. Waking up just in time for brunch and pajamas all day until time to get out of the enclosure.

Weekends for Choso were meant to play battle ninja princess and make pasta because his daughters wanted it for literally any meal when you weren’t around to say otherwise. He cherished the busy days as much as the calm ones. Running across town to toy stores and the bakery was his rejuvenation today.

“Mama would want the sprinkles!”

“Yea! Sprinkles! With the cereal, too, papa!”

“Make it five!”

With an apologetic expression to the cashier on his face, Choso took his wallet out of his fanny pack while using his free hand to massage his energetic children's heads gently.

“I’m sorry. Would you please give me two of each specialty donut and a dozen matcha macarons? Oh! And if possible, one of your full-sized ube mango tarts?” The twins exchanged "thank yous" to the cashier as Choso picked up the boxes, placing them in the stroller's attached storage bag before heading home.

It wasn’t a lengthy walk home. The weather, however, proved pleasant enough to go a longer route. Early summer was always more forgiving. The blossoming trees shadowed the ground, reprieve from the hint of heat. A soft breeze carried the delicate fragrance of blossoms and mowed lawns that lingered as Choso glanced in both directions before joining the group on the crosswalk.

“Papa. What’s a tart?”

“It’s like a pie but with less crust and more tasty filling like berries or custard.” Choso focused on the pathway ahead while answering.

“Who’s gonna eat the obey tart you got?”

Choso chuckled. “Ube, birdie. And Mama likes it. It’s her favorite.”

Saturdays started with the inevitable cuddle mountain attack from Ani and Nori once they realized it was a no-school day. This promptly led to them dashing around the house as ‘Papa Kong’ chased them until breakfast was done. Perfected chaos.

On this Saturday, things were different. Choso, with the twins accompanying him, instructed you to stay in bed as he ran a few errands. You didn’t even try to protest. You nodded, turning over to go back to sleep for another hour.

While you enjoyed the morning of reading with the humming humidifier in the background, you began to miss the sound of your rowdy duo and patient husband.

When you first met Choso and a teen Yuji, weekends were filled with nothing but noise as Yuji had his 2 friends over often. The liveliness around the house reminds you of those days when you watched the three having the “Is a hot dog a sandwich” debate in your cute little apartment back then.

“We’re back!”

“Mama!”

The energetic war cries sliced through the silence, and you sat your book down. “Well, there my little birdies are! Where did you all go?”

“We went to eat pasta! And we went to the park! Papa took us to get sweets!” Nori stated as she sat beside you, wrestling with her shoes before pulling them off.

“yeah! We got mac’rns and donuts! Ones with berries and sprinkles!” Ani added, setting her small bag down before she climbed into your lap.

You looked to see Choso heading to the sunroom. Curious, you attempt to get up, but Ani traps you with a toothy smile on her cherub face.

“No, no, sorry! Papa said to keep you here until he finished uh… Preppering for you!”

“Preparing for me?”

They nodded in unison, snickering with glee.

The raven-haired girls tugged at your heartstrings with their sweet existence. Spitting image of their father with you being seen in their mannerisms and warm smiles. “What’s happening with you three, hmm?” The pair smiled at you as they spoke in hushed tones about the super secret Kamo party in what could only be described as the loudest whisper known to man.

While your children were talking to you about the squirrel they insist said hello to them, a very familiar knock was suddenly heard at the front door. “Be right back, birdies.”

The knocking persisted, and you knew exactly who it was the moment you saw the pink hair through the door's frosted glass.

“Yuji! What on earth are you doing in town?”

Yuji embraced you tightly, his bag falling to the floor as he practically picked you up, his boyish grin never fading.

“Cho called me! He said he wanted to get together soon. Though maybe I should’ve asked when…”

“Nonsense! Now is the perfect time. It's so good to see you.” You gave his cheek a slight pinch as he closed the door behind him.

He gave you another hug, this time squeezing you like he used to when he was younger. The familial warmth set in as he pulls away, looking at you. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you all. It's been forever”

“It has been. And your nieces are going to be thrilled to see you.” On cue, the twin girls ran into the foyer, screaming with excitement as they jumped onto Yuji.

“You two have certainly grown. You'll be bigger than Uncle soon! Must be eating your veggies, hm?” They giggled as he kneeled down to be at their level, his new tattoos being their point of interest with shock and awe.

A few minutes into your mini-reunion, Choso appeared at the foyer entrance.

“Little brother!” His tone was warm, and his eyes were shining. Choso went to Yuji, kissing his forehead before subjecting him to the most suffocating hug he could. “I’m glad you could make it!”

“Of course. I’ll never miss the chance to see you guys!”

Taking in the energy from his most beloved people, he settled his eyes on the twins “Birdies? Do you mind leading the way to the back?”

“Uncle Yu, come on!” They both took one of his hands, you and Choso following behind.

  “Choso? What’s all this about?” Most of them being a much younger version of yourself and Choso; curiosity sets in as you scan over the various Polaroids that trimmed the hallway.

One in particular with you, Choso, and Yuji, eating ube tartlets after your graduation, catching your eye.

“Just wanted to do something for our family to celebrate today,” his lips landed a peck at the corner of your mouth.

“I’ve forgotten a holiday? Oh hell, Cho-cho, I’m so sorry-”

“Baby, you forgot nothing. It’s a new holiday.” Squeezing your hand, reassuring you, “One I declared and didn’t announce til today. So, do you remember what we did on this day 9 years ago?”

You pondered a moment. Your anniversary was a few months away, while birthdays were set for later in the year.

Hanging on the wall was a framed photo of Choso, Yuji, and you. Taken in front of your first apartment when Choso became Yuji’s guardian. It all clicked. “Oh Choso”

You paused at the opened French doors leading to the sunroom. Cherry blossom fairy string lights cross over the ceiling, highlighting drawings made by the twins. Sweets were arrayed on a table, and traditional tea was set in the center of the room. Yuji stood next to the setting, proudly looking at his brother's work.

“9 years ago, you stood right with me as I became his guardian. And you never left.” Yuji smiled on, remembering the moment when you welcomed him into your arms like you’d known him all his life. “You helped me grow. You became a figure in both our lives that we needed, and I haven’t properly shown how much I appreciated that.” Choso led you into the room, the girls sitting down as Yuji began to pour tea and plate their sweets. “You became my family and gave me the best gifts anyone could ever ask for.”

Speechless, you hugged him tightly, butterfly kisses to his now flushed cheeks before you looked around the room. Every detail from past dates to recent events in your lives is shown in the decor. “Thank you”

“Im pleased to say our first Kamo Family Day is officially here!”

Ani and Nori cheered as you sat with them, passing you the designated party hat as Yuji and Choso shared stories of their first years together.

Later that evening

  With both the kids and Yuji settled in for the night, you and Choso settled on the couch with the leftover tart.

Holding the fork out for him to take his bite, you peered over at him, deeply engrossed in the episode of Master Chef.

“I really feel like Gordon Ramsey would make me cry.”

“Hm?” you swallowed, trying to hide your laugh.

“I’m serious.” He glances over at you, low-lidded eyes showing a hint of melancholy. “Remember when the girls talked about how I did their space buns, which were all wonky, according to Nori? That haunted me for a week.”

He finally took a bite of tart and looked back at the TV. “Gordon would have me sobbing in our linen closet over how raw I like my burgers.”

You couldn’t help but grab the pillow, chortling into it. “I’ll protect you Cho, don’t worry.”

[mx-jinxous]

Not beta'd, for @lexirosewrites

Dread filled Steve when he saw those pink lines staring back at him, his stomach doing a flip that nearly brought up what was left. It’d been what had brought the idea for the pregnancy test. Robin had been his first call while his body was numb, only registering as he told her. His voice was wobbling, tears running down his cheeks. Always the rambler she was, she started spitting off how a test wasn’t always accurate, that they need to go to the doctors.

So she accompanied him to the clinic, gripping his hand as they waited for his blood test, resting his head on her shoulder. She was rubbing his shoulder, trying to cheer him up, talking about how a mini him running around would be such a rascal. How they would make his hair fall out, how no matter what, they would do it together if no one stepped up. That’s when the doctor came back with the results, and a lecture about him being unmated and pamphlets on options, like adoption… or other solutions. Robin gave her a tongue lashing about ethics, but Steve couldn’t be proud at the moment. His hand fell over his stomach, pressing lightly, trying to feel his baby.

So for the next couple months, planning with Robin while he waited for his boyfriend’s to return from their mini tour. Eddie had been the one to call him when they had returned, Steve letting her know she was going to go talk with them by himself, a nervous skip in the step while he drove across town to Gareth’s house. 

When he pulled up to see the garage door up and his four boyfriends wrestling on the couch, chuckling to himself as he just watched this moment. Those were his boys, playful and childish as always… and they were about to be dads. It was at that moment they seemed to notice his car, excitedly yelling when he climbed out of the Beemer. Jeff and “Freak”, Dougie, stayed behind as Eddie and Gareth raced each other, trying to beat the other to the omega. Unfortunately for Eddie, he wasn’t athletic, so Gareth was the first to wrap his arms around the older man.

“Hey Baby! Miss me?” By then, Eddie's arms joined the others, kissing Steve’s cheek.

“Us!” 

“Oh, you know, just a little. I had Robin chasing away all the alpha’s for you boys.” He chuckled, wiggling loose and pulling the two towards the garage. He greeted each of the boys with a kiss before flopping on the couch, only for Jeff to flop down and scoop him into his lap.

“So, what trouble did you get into while we were away?” He asked, nipping at one of his scent glands..

“Please, you boys took all the trouble with you. How was the tour? Did you guys put on a metal concert?” The other boys joined the couch cuddle, Freak weaving his fingers through his hair while the others gripping his leg.

“You know it. Got some attention from a few scouts, so soon we will be able to get that big house that we promised instead of five different houses.” Eddie smirked, pecking Steve’s cheek.

“You know I don’t need a big house. It’ll be lonely when you guys make it big.”

“Then just one with a big room, a big bed for us.” Freak hand traveling to his hip, smirking at the other alphas.

“We’ll need one more room.” 

Gareth snorted, leaning his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “We know. Robin goes where you go and we have no intention of separating you from your soulmate.” The boys shared a look, knowing that those omegas were a package deal.

“Well, I mean yes, but then we need two.” Steve explained, shifting so that way he was hovering over Jeff’s lap. He could smell the arousal coming from them, having been separated from him for too long for their liking, their hands constantly on him.

“Who else are you dragging with? Dustin is still too young.” Eddie teased, pulling Steve down into a kiss.

“No one. But we’ll need room for a nursery.” He said, pulling the ultrasound image from his back pocket. The boys tensed, eyes wide at the tiny little blip in the image. They were silent, looking at one another and back to the image, nerves starting to rattle.

“Is that-?” Jeff mumbled, taking the photo.

“Yeah.”

“Whose is it?” Freak asked, looking up at Steve.

“They’re ours. It doesn’t matter who’s seed did it.” Gareth scoffed, pulling the omega into his lap, nosing at his neck. His hand fell onto Steve’s stomach, feeling the bump that was there.

“Don’t hog them.” Eddie teased, laying his head on Steve’s belly. “Hey Sweetpea. Your daddy’s are here.”

“So what do we do? I don’t want to be a downer, but we haven’t made it big and don’t have jobs. We don’t even have our own places. We live with our parents.” Jeff huffed, rubbing his neck.

“Well, you guys can still do the concert. Robin and I are full time and we found an apartment. We moved in last month when my parents found out that I was pregnant.” Steve huffed, hiding his face from the boys.

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell us?” The concern was heavy in their scents.

“You were busy and the Buckley’s let me stay till we could afford the apartment. We are stable for right now and I have several months left. You guys can try making it big and if you don’t, then we can get you boys jobs. Deal?” The boys stared at one another, eyes talking. They seemed to have come to an agreement, smiling down at the omega.

“Great, now let's get to celebrating!” Steve broke free, standing up with as much pep as he could. 

“Careful!” Jeff huffed. He and the others stand to help Steve stand, only to get brushed off. 

“I’m not glass. The doctor says I’m fine to do all the things I normally do. Speaking of, are we going to Gare’s room or mine?”

“My parents are out.” Gareth smirked, already being pulled by the eager omega.

[pharawee]

Favorite Kiss Game

Rules: create a poll with five nine of your all time favorite onscreen kisses, setting any standard for qualification you choose. Then tag more friends to join in!

I was tagged by @lurkingshan & @he-is-lightning-in-a-bottle. Thank you so much! 💜💜 I just had a look at my most recent gif folder because the moment someone asks me my favourites I forget everything I ever watched. These moments speak to me though or I wouldn't have wrestled photoshop for hours to turn them into gifs. 🙏

1. Sun & Q (7 Days Before Valentine) aka the artsy existential kiss.

2. Ken & Seiji & Japan (Deep Night) aka the "baby's first throuple" daydream kiss that was way better than what we actually got in the end.

3. Him & Nail (For Him) aka the "the production company is dead to me but these two ate" kiss.

4. Thanwa & Peak (Knock Knock, Boys!) aka the "they literally kissed in a closet and it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" kiss.

5. Pete & Kenta (Pit Babe) aka the "this chaste little kiss changed my whole brain chemistry and I shall now sit here consumed with headcanons for the rest of my life" kiss.

6. Prom & Nont (Playboyy) aka the "kiss me like I'm my missing twin" kiss.

7. Achi & Ji (To Be Continued) aka the "fcking finally!!" kiss.

8. Sprite & First (Twins) aka the "this show doesn't even deserve FrameRyan GIVE THEM ANOTHER SERIES YOU COWARDS" kiss.

9. Wayu & Jao (Two Worlds) aka the "uhm didn't you just impale your leg in a death trap oh ok then good for you" kiss.

I'm tagging: @sanvees @sparklyeyedhimbo @bunnakit @zhouxiangs @bengiyo

and also (what's up with tumblr not tagging correctly?)

@visualtaehyun @leonpob @benkaaoi @markmybirds (please ignore if you've been tagged before or don't want to do this 💜)

[moonstruckme]

IN a week - what I’ve never seen in a Steve 80’s pop star AU!!! his hair? joes actual voice? THE FACE? He’s always giving pop star to me

Yessss thanks sm for requesting honey!

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popstar!Steve x fem!reader ♡ 705 words

“Oh wow.” You swipe a magazine from the rack by the checkout. “The sexual exploits of heartthrob Steve Harringon? Inside source tells all?” You raise an eyebrow at your boyfriend. “Stevie, is there anything you’d like to tell me? Has Robin sold you out?” 

“She would,” Steve allows, not even looking at the magazine as he sets your groceries on the conveyor belt. Nancy has told him a million times to not risk being out in public like this, but he says he misses the mundanity of it. I just want to go to the mall and shit like that with my girlfriend, that shouldn’t be a big ask. So they’d compromised; Steve sacrifices the volume of his hair every time he goes out by squishing it under a baseball cap, and Nancy gets the peace of mind knowing that there’s no chance of her most big-time client being recognized while his hair (practically trademarked, at this point) is covered. “But she has even more fun with feeding them ridiculous stories. She says my real life is too boring.” He wraps his arm around you, drawing you away from the magazine rack. “Monogamy, you know?”

“Such a drag,” you agree, gratified when he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Wanna see what she told them?”

Steve makes a noncommittal humming sound, but he leans over to watch as you leaf through to find his page. “Ooh, this is a good picture of you, babe.” Steve winks at you from the page, skin glossy and laminate. “Okay, so you slept with every single girl at Hawkins High while you were there, you…apparently had a very passionate fling with an heiress on vacation in Bora Bora, and you were found in a closet, completely naked with two girls at a party…in uptown?” You gawp at him, feigning betrayal. “Stevie, was that the party last week? When did you slip away?”

He jostles you by the shoulder. “Shut up.” 

“You’re so sweet to me. Hey, look—” you pick up another magazine, reading off the cover, “The seven-step regiment Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington doesn’t want you to know.” 

“You’re joking.” He scrambles to see over your shoulder, and you laugh, showing it to him.

“I am,” you confess, and Steve actually sighs in relief. “It says five steps.” 

“Suckers,” he scoffs. “Don’t fuck with me like that, babe, that’s my income you’re joking about.” 

You laugh again, reaching up to take his hand where it’s slung over your shoulder. “Don’t sell yourself short,” you say, intertwining your fingers. “It’s only like, ninety percent of your income. You’ve got some talent.” 

Steve looks at you, eyebrows rising nearly to the brim of his hat. “Oh yeah? Changing our tune from the car this morning, are we?”

You scoff, but he only wrestles you closer, pulling you tight against his side. “I didn’t say you were a bad singer, I said you couldn’t hit the same notes as Madonna.” 

“But I did,” he says smugly, taking out his wallet as you approach the checkout. 

“Well, you tried.” 

Steve hums disappointedly. “M’gonna have to rethink all these free, private concerts if my audience doesn’t appreciate them,” he says. 

You smother a laugh, pressing a hand to your chest in a show of dismay. “What? No, please, Mr. Harrington, you can’t do that. I’m your biggest fan!”

“Harrington?” The cashier, a man not much older than you or Steve, looks up from the groceries. “Like, Steve Harrington?”

Steve tenses, and you feel instantly guilty for your dramatics. “Yup,” you say quickly. “I’m a big fan of his.” 

The man nods. “Me too. Heard he’s back in town for a bit.” 

“You don’t say.” 

“Yeah, but I mean, we probably won’t be seeing him around much,” he says matter-of-factly, shrugging his shoulders. Steve looks down as subtly as he can, hiding his face under the brim of his cap. “When you get that famous, you can’t just be going out in public like the rest of us. Poor dude would probably get mobbed.” 

“Probably,” you agree, smiling as you squeeze Steve’s hand in your grip. He sneaks his other hand to your waist where the cashier can’t see, pinching scoldingly at your side. “Wouldn’t want that.”

[demialwrites]

Do you have a blind spot when it comes to people flirting with you? Do you want an office affair with Tseng? Look no further

It's 7:36pm. No offense to Reno but to Tseng, you're a better sight than he is. Tseng is obsessively drawing the lines of his letters darker into the blanks on his paperwork. His pencil is etching a letter T deeply into the paper when you come into the office.

"Hey, Reno. Chief." You place a short stack of paper on Tseng's desk. "All done, Sir." You give him a smile. He tries to remember if he's seen you give that exact smile to anyone else. Then the corners of your eyes crease in concern. "Maybe you need a day off, Chief."

"Yeah, right," says Reno.

Tseng ignores your suggestion. "I'll check over your work. Please have a seat."

"Boss, it's been months," says Reno. "Lay off the newbie."

You smile, fidgeting. "It's fiiiine."

Not that invested in the matter, Reno lets it drop. It's been two long, boring days since he's been in the field so he gives you a nudge. You respond by scrutinizing him closely, asking him silently if he really wants to start. He smirks.

"Okay, but I won last time," you say confidently.

The slick, black sofa is soft enough to cushion elbows and knees as you begin trying to pin each other to the genuine leather. Tseng stares hard in front of him at the words you've written, trying to ignore the stupid laughter coming from your direction. He goes over each paper three times.

"Reno," you suddenly yell. "No teeth. I told you."

The pencil lead snaps.

You look up at the sound. Reno tries to take advantage of your distraction to dislodge himself from under you but you're well-practiced by now. You compensate by shifting your weight.

"Reno, go home," Tseng orders.

You get up, grinning because you won this time, too. Reno pushes past you grumpily, making you laugh.

"See you guys tomorrow," Reno calls behind him, his voice lacking any trace of anger.

You watch Reno leave with a flat expression. After waiting five seconds, you hop onto the corner of Tseng's desk. "He's gone."

"Lock the door."

You're off and back in a flash. You're back on the desk, pulling him strongly by the suit jacket. It's a hungry kiss, like neither of you have eaten all day. Your hand drops his jacket and hovers near his hair, like you long to run your fingers through it. But he told you once that fixing clothes out-of-place is easier than hair. He smiles into the kiss. You've tried to listen and do as he's asked. Always. You stopped needing your work checked two months ago. Neither of you needed to stay this late. This song and dance is just waiting until everyone is gone. Then off come the clothes and you test if a random piece of furniture can bear the weight of two full-grown adults.

You're patting his cheek gently. "Hey, should I get the towel?"

You never miss a detail. Tseng gazes up at you. You're too good for him, he considers.

You frown. "What's wrong?"

Before he can stop himself, he shoots a frown at the now-empty sofa. You catch this and follow his gaze.

"Oh, that? Good warm-up, huh?" You wave your hands in front of you. "Nothing's going on."

Tseng is still frowning but doesn't meet your eyes. "It doesn't matter. I don't like it."

"It's just some fun! I have to stay sharp. You know that."

"It's not just fun for him."

"What? But...oh. I see."

Watching you go from confused to realization to looking apologetic makes Tseng feel guilty. It seems like you genuinely didn't know Reno was flirting. Wrestling others into submission seemed to be one of your favourite forms of exercise. You're both lucky none of the furniture broke during a particularly passionate night.

"Tseng." Hearing his name jolts him out of his thoughts. You continue, "Am I supposed to stop with Elena and Rude, too?"

"No, I," He stops, pressing his lips together. The mention of others makes him question why he cares in the first place. This was supposed to be just sex, which is why the affair was being kept secret in the first place. Just sex meant a lesser chance of interference in the duties of both of you.

"Well, you seem to be having an off day. Maybe tomorrow?" You kiss his forehead.

"Ah...yes." He doesn't actually agree and he wants to stop you from leaving. He also hopes you didn't see his ears heat up and how stiff he's trying not to be. But he wants to have his thoughts together first. He refuses to face such a conversation without preparation.

You exchange good night's and his gaze follows you out the office door.

"Damn," he says quietly.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

I CAN'T TAKE YOU ANYWHERE - DiscoPunk

Hobie x DiscoSpider!Diane have a normal, calm night on the town. 'The usual', if you will.

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Hobie, trying to be the reasonable one here: Di-dove, you're plastered. We need to get your arse home, get your co-

Diane, screaming Hobies own lyrics in his face in a bad British accent because someone gave her six pints of beer:

If he hears her say 'Oi' one more time he's gonna scream 😭😭 This is why he can't take her to punk bars.

Pint 1 and she's acting like 'she's never drank this much before'. Or how she 'usually don't like beer'. Hobie has to resist rolling his eyes. He knows better.

'Now ain't that the perfect lie.'

Pint 2, she's trying to arm wrestle every guy who looks even remotely in her direction. Hobie has to start telling the guys to tell her no cause she'll end up hurting them 😭😭. It's as of she forgets she has GREAT POWER that comes with the great responsibility of not breaking dudes wrists cause you got too overexcited about winning.

Pint 3, she starts gaining a Liverpool accent for some reason that will stay the rest of the night. Now she's so drunk she keeps telling people she was born in Manchester (no where near Liverpool) and Hobie has to tell people that she means Manhattan. Not Manchester. She was born in Manhattan.

Everytime he does, she goes 'Oh, yeah!!' in her actually accent before breaking into laughter.

Pint 4, she starts doing that thing where she waves him aside and leans in his ear to yell

"YOU LOOK SO HAWT!!"

She did this roughly every five or ten minutes. He'll ask 'You gonna say the same thing?' she says no. He leans in. She says the same thing. 😭😭

Sometimes it'll be too loud to hear her. Or he'll be too drunk himself, or that shitty accent she's putting on is just That Bad so it's just them standing there going

'Huh?' - 'I SAID you look so hot!!!' - 'You what???' - 'You look really hot right now!!' - 'You want to smoke pot right now?' - 'NO! Well, YES. BUT I SAID-'

On and on and on.

Pint 5, she's just fucking missing.

Pint 6, she's back (she was at the TESCO stealing). She now wants to arm wrestle HIM. Also she wants to go home now cause the food she stole is nasty and she wants him to cook for her.

He already says he will cause for fucks sake it 3:30 he wants to go home 😭😭 He's like 'I'll cook you whatever-'

And for some reason she finds the words to moving she almost starts to cry. Reportedly cause 'I love you and I'm so fucking hungry'.

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'I want a Kraft dinner. Make me a Kraft dinner.'

'You gonna explain to me what that is?' Hobie asked, watching as Diane stumbled over to his couch, tossing herself on it in a heap.

Had she not been able to literally stick to the floor, he almost doubted she'd make it, the gently sway of the houseboat an enemy of nausea.

'Explain what?' she mumbled, face down in the cushions.

'Kraft Dinner.'

Diane popped her head up. 'You have some?'

'I don't know what 'some' is, Di. You have to explain it.'

'Explain what?'

'Diane, I'm too drunk for this.'

'Drunk for what?! You're making no sense!'

'Kraft Dinner!'

'What about it?!'

'What the bloody hell does that mean?!'

'Oh!!! Dinner means supper.'

'...'

'...'

'DIANE I KNOW WHAT DINNER MEANS'.

'Then what are you asking me?'

'What's Kraft?? Witchcraft??? You want me to conjure you up a meal like a spell? Want me to craft you a dinner like I'm crafting a sword? 😭😭'

'What are you bugging for??!! I asked for food! Why are you talking like a old timey orphan!!??'

'And WHY!!! ARE THE TWO OF YOU YELLING ABOUT MACARONI!!! AT 4 AM!!!' Gwen yells from upstairs.

[viarayy01-blog]

Inside The Heart - Chapter 2

viarayy01 - previous chapter here

Even with the twelve hours of rest he had gotten, Evan still groaned when he was woken by someone shaking his shoulder. He swiped away at the hand that gripped his arm and pulled the covers completely over his head. It only took a second for the cool air to hit him once again.

“Five more minutes.” He mumbled. He pulled his legs to his chest and reached at the bottom of his bed for his blanket.

Whoever was in his room groaned and tugged Evans reaching arm until he flipped around to face them.

“Evan. You gotta get up. Dads calling for you.” 

Without another word Evan sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. Looking up at the perpetrator of his sleep, he instantly recoiled. Micheal.

“Seriously. I would hurry down if you don't want to get a scolding.” Said his older brother with a tang of British accent. Evan nodded cautiously and watched Micheal leave his bedroom. Mike slowly closed the door and yelled something to their father from the top of the stairs.

He stared at his closed door for a few seconds before blinking and jumping off of his mattress. The clock next to his bed read 6:45. If he got ready quick enough, he could rush to school in time to meet up with Cassidy before the bell rang–

Ah. Cassidy.

Evan combed through his hair with a sigh and pushed his slippers on. Facing his closet, he pulled out a loose sweater that had two light gray lines on the elbow of the sleeves. He tossed on the shirt, chose a pair of pants, and washed his face in the bathroom he shared with his sister. Makeup and various other skincare products crowded her side of the sink.

He pushed a few things away from his side and fiddled with his hair in the mirror. The bathroom light made his swollen eyebags look incredibly unappealing, but he tried his best not to focus on them. Finally satisfied with his appearance, he grabbed his messenger bag from his bedside and flew down the stairs as quickly as possible.

“Good morning, Evan.” Said his father, William Afton, from behind the sink. “There's a piece of toast on the island for you. Micheal made it while you were busy wasting your time up there. Try to hurry up in the future. Your lucky Micheal was in a good enough mood to make you anything.” He gestured to Micheal, who was sitting on the couch with his own piece of extremely burnt toast.

Evan nodded at him and pulled the food off of the paper towel Micheal had laid it on. “One time thing. Jam is on the table.” Micheal said to him between bites. 

“Oh. Thanks.” He replied. William turned off the sink behind him and wiped his hands on a towel.

“Micheal, have you seen Elizabeth this morning? There were an obscene amount of dishes in the sink when I woke up. Seems like she was in a rush.” William called as he slipped on his coat. Well, that explained the mess in the bathroom. Micheal moved into the kitchen and emptied the crumbs from his plate into the sink.

“She left early for school.” He waved around the butter knife he had used for his food. “Club stuff or something.” 

Evan sat on one of the barstools and splattered grape jam on the bread. “I…I remember her mentioning that she likes to leave early to hang out with her friends at the gas station..” He said quietly. William stopped wrestling with his coat and clenched his jaw.

Micheal stopped scrubbing his plate and flicked his head around. His eyes shot open and he chewed on his lip. Evan shook his head and furrowed his brows. Did he miss something or…?

“That godforsaken girl. Well. I'm going to have to tell her something about that afterschool. Cant have her wasting time like that, or even worse, wasting her money getting into trouble. If she's not going to do anything academic in the mornings, she's not going to be going out anywhere for fun either.” William replied gruffly. He twirled his keys on his index finger and opened the garage door. “Goodbye, boys.” He didn't wait for their response before slamming it shut. Evan and Micheal stood silently until they heard his car pull out of the driveway.

Micheal shoved his plate into the open dishwasher and kicked it shut. “You just had to go and open your mouth Ev.” He sighed. Evan drew back from his seat. 

“What?” 

Micheal leaned against the counter and rubbed his face.

“I said , you just had to say something to get Liz in trouble. You and I both know that she's not studying in the mornings when she leaves early. Or hell, that she's studying ever. She's going out to screw around with guys or something. And now father knows. She's gonna kill you. Better yet, he's going to kill you for lying when she weasels her way out of it!” He laughed. Evan swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I- I didn't know he’d get upset!” He threw his hands in the air. The paper thin relationship he had with Elizabeth was already on the verge of tearing. “Maybe he will forget. Maybe she really was out studying! I really didn't mean to.” Evan cursed himself as tears began to trickle onto the marble. Micheal nervously flung off the counter and looked downwards at his brother.

“Hey, I'm not mad, it's fine. Just keep your mouth shut next time alright? Last thing I need is dad finding out what I do after school, too. Okay? Everyones on edge already with mom gone. Elizabeth really doesn't need another thing harboring on her mind.” 

Evan immediately met his brother's gaze, wanting to move as far away from this conversation and his tears as possible. “Okay. I'm really sorry.” Micheal gave him a thankful look and snatched the half eaten bread from Evans hands.

“You better go if you don't want to be late. I gotta go anyway. Someones gotta warn Liz that she's in deep shit when dad gets home.” He groaned. “Scram.” Evan did as he was told and left the house without another word. 

The cool air hit his face as he ran down the sidewalk and through his neighborhood. He was thankful that he had stopped crying, it was never something he really had control over. 

He was also thankful for Micheals shockingly good mood. If he had something like that a few months prior, his brother would have left him with more than just tears. 

It was almost too good to be true. 

Almost. 

Hopefully things at school would go over a lot smoother than home…

– – – – – 

Unfortunately for Evan, the only thing that was smoother at school than at home was the plastic texture of the bathroom floors against his face. Cool, sticky, and crawling with germs. 

His head rang amongst the laughter of the kids who had sent him falling to the ground, some recurring bullies from his time at middle school. He didn't really know any of them, not anymore anyway. It had been a few months since the bullies had stopped targeting him. Right around the same time that Micheal had stopped sending Evan to bed with enough nightmares to paralyze him. The only one he truly recognized as he crawled off of the floor was Fritz, a kid who not too long ago had been a good acquaintance of his.

Well, maybe a bit more than not too long ago. Give or take five ish years.

Somehow, they looked the exact same, like time had never touched them as they grew into secondary school. Their hair color was similar to Elizabeth’s but slightly lighter. One of their eyes was a blinding light blue and the other was a chocolate brown.

“Fritz, he's staring at you.” One of the other boys snickered. Evan wiped his face and tried to move away from the group. Fritz lunged out and grabbed his arm before he could get away. “Yeah. He’s always had a problem with staring, haven't you, Afton?” They sneered before shoving Evan into one of the bathroom doors. “You really haven't changed, crybaby.” 

Evan squirmed around and tried to break free, but to no avail. “I- I haven't even done anything to you guys! Please just let me go!” 

The room erupted with laughter and Fritz dug their nails into Evans arms. “Exactly. Without Cassidy here to protect you, we figured you might need a reminder of what you really are.” Without another word, they motioned behind them and the tallest boy in the group, one with straight black hair, walked forward and gave Evan a swift punch to the gut. He doubled over as Fritz released him from the wall. Tears poured out of his eyes for the second time that day with no sign of stopping. He buried his face into his knees and prayed they would just kill him.

Fritz stood over Evan and glared down at him. 

“Really.” They laughed. “You are still the same weak and worthless little wuss that your brother tried to kill all those years ago.” He leaned down and pushed Evan over with his shoe. “Don’t forget that. Otherwise we might have to give you another reminder, and I really don't know if your stomach could take another punch like that—“ Fritz continued, only to be interrupted by the bathroom door flinging open. Evan peered around Fritz to see who had been unfortunate enough to walk in at this exact moment. The only thing he managed to catch before someone started screaming were neon blue sneakers slamming upwards into one of the bullies legs. 

Fritz quickly turned around at the sudden noise, his fists already clenched. “What the hell—?” They said. 

Evan clawed at his chest and managed to get a better angle from the floor.

Standing far shorter than the other boys in the bathroom was Gregory, bending his knee back and forth as his sneakers slid on the linoleum. “Think I pulled a muscle doing that. Did the job, though.” He grinned. Evan glanced at the still wincing bully Gregory had kicked to the ground. He guessed it was the same one who had screamed. The tallest kid pulled the injured boy away from the center of the room and leaned him against the wall. 

“Gregory! Stay outta this, you don’t even know him!” Fritz yelled, shuffling slightly backwards and away from him. 

“Yeah, but I do know you, Fritz. And I also know that your one incident away from landing yourself in the principal's office. So my best advice to you is to get outta my way. I don’t really think you wanna risk getting kicked out of this school.” Gregory sneered. He looked way more pleased with himself than frightened, a reaction that Evan deemed completely unreasonable in this situation. 

Even with his oddly shaped cowlick, Gregory barely stood above the height of a fourth grader, a trait that Fritz and the other bullies did not possess. From an outsider's point of view, this fight would’ve end in a blink. 

Still, when Gregory stepped closer to Fritz, they moved away. When Gregory raised his fist and shoved it against Fritz’s face, the other bullies stood back to watch. When Gregory pulled Evan off the floor and supported him out the door, they let him go. 

No fight. No backlash. 

They just watched him leave. 

“You alright? Looks like Nathan gave you a really nasty punch back there.” Gregory said as he helped Evan sit on one of the outdoor benches. Voices flooded the outside tables. He had almost forgotten it was still lunch. 

“Yeah. It’s fine. Not the worst i’ve been punched.” Evan wiped his eyes and plastered on a reassuring smile. Gregory quirked his eyebrow but didn’t inquire about it further. 

“So, your name's Evan right? Cassidy’s friend?” He asked. Evan nodded. “I figured. I heard them mention her name outside the door and figured she wasn’t here today.” Evan nodded again.

“She had something to take care of. Probably why they decided that today would be the day to give me a good punch.” He grimaced. He knew that Cassidy was good at keeping bullies away, but he didn’t realize that she was the only thing between him and permanent chest pain. Gregory laughed a bit and sat across from him on the adjacent bench. 

“Sounds like something Fritz would do.”  He hummed.

They sat in silence for a moment, only the sounds of the lunchroom and classrooms echoing around them before Evan cleared his throat. 

“Th-thanks, by the way. You didn’t have to do that for me back there.” Evan mumbled. He chewed the inside of his cheek. 

Gregory shook his head and crossed his legs. “Are you kidding? Thank you for letting me beat the shit out of Fritz Figueroa. I’ve been wanting to do that for forever!” He laughed.

“Plus, I’ve been wanting to get to know you for a bit. You seem like a really cool kid, Ev.” Gregory said, completely nonchalant. His amber eyes blinked patiently at the frozen boy across from him. Evan held his breath and let his own eyes open wide. 

Nobody had ever said something like that to him before. 

Before he could open his mouth to respond, the lunch bell rang and the outdoor area they were sitting in slowly drained of people. 

Gregory tugged at Evans arm and pulled him off of the wooden bench. “C'mon! Let's get to class. English next, right?” He asked. 

“Y-yeah. English.” He stuttered. Gregory let another infectious smile break out and pulled Evan into the school. 

— — — — — 

For the first time ever in his life, Evan was wishing that he had been bullied sooner. 

There was no word to describe how easily Gregory clicked with him and how quickly they fell into conversation. It was almost a little scary to Evan. He didn’t know that he could ever be friends with anyone other than Cassidy. 

Classes flew by like nothing and Gregory did everything he could to pair up with Evan in every single period. Really . Every single class. 

By the end of the day, Evan felt like a million bucks. He liked that Gregory could make him feel less alone. He liked having someone who wanted to be friends with him. 

It made everything fade away. 

“No really. I mean it.” Gregory said confidently. “You should come hang out afterschool.”

They were sitting in the art room where they had spent their last period. Gregory was perched on one of the open windowsills’ and Evan was in his assigned seat. 

Evans' eyes popped out of his head and he opened his mouth. “W-what?” Had he really heard that correctly? 

Gregory took in his expression and burst out into laughter. 

“Wow. I kinda knew that Cassidy had severed you from the rest of the world but I didn't know it was this bad.” He continued laughing. Evan flinched at the mention of Cassidy’s name but tried to fake a smile. Gregory flipped his hair back and out of his face, catching Evans' eye.

“Oh shit. Sorry.” He reached for his face. “I shouldn’t have said that.” He laced his fingers against his backpack strap. “Cassie says I don't know when to shut up. Actually, I'm pretty sure everybody in my family says that.” He chuckled.

“Cassie’s in your family?” Evan rested his arm on his desk. He knew that adoption was pretty common nowadays but had no idea that Cassie was one of those kids. 

Gregory’s eyebrows shot up and he leaned against the classroom window. “Oh! No. Well not traditionally anyway. Metaphorical family. Like, she’s always hanging out with me and my dad’s so I just consider her part of it. Found family or whatever.” He waved his hands around to abbreviate. “Like a family friend who you call uncle or cousin. If that makes sense.”

Immediately Evans' mind wandered to his Uncle Henry, and his “cousins” Charlie and Sammy. “That makes sense. I call my dad’s business partner Uncle just because of how long they’ve known each other. I don't see him much anymore since he moved, but I get what you mean.” Gregory clapped his hands together and pointed at him.

“Yeah! Exactly! Majority of my family is actually like that.” He continued. The air conditioning kicked on and a light breeze ruffled his hair. “My aunt’s Chica and Roxane are married, and of course there's my dads, but my Uncle Monty and Uncle Eclipse are not blood related at all. Everyone just grew up together and ended up sticking like glue throughout college. Forming my weird, but somehow cohesive, family.” He sighed. 

Evan stared at him dumbfounded. Ignoring the very strange names all of the adults in Gregory’s life possessed, he had never heard of a group of people quite like how Gregory described his family. Nobody was blood related? Everyone just stayed together because they were that great of friends? It sounded so unreal. It sounded too good to be true.

It sounded nothing like his family.

Gregory nodded and bounced off the window.

“Anywho, you up for a little after school fun? You’ll get to meet my aunts if you tag along.” He said enticingly. Evan rubbed his hand up and down his sleeve. 

“Are you sure? I don't want to be in the way.” He still wasn’t convinced that Gregory hasn’t been doing this as an elaborate act to make Evan look like a complete idiot. It was one thing to hang out at school. It was another to hang out afterwards, too. 

But it only took a second for Gregory to meet his gaze. “Dude. Of course I'm sure. You’ve had a pretty awful day, I think you deserve to have a break from it all. A break with your super cool new friend, Moi.” He laughed. 

Gregory offered him a hand and smiled as brightly as he could. 

And for once, Evan smiled right back. 

[4townie]

Road to 4☆TOWN

part 70 | part 71 | part 72

Robaire smiled up at the studio. “Ah, first day back. So exciting!”

“Ugh, what a nerd.”

Robaire glanced to his left and his eyes lit up. “TAE-TAE!” He picked him up in a bone-crushing hug. “I’ve missed you so much! It’s been too long since I saw you.”

“Uh, I saw you two weeks ago. And you called me yesterday.” Taeyoung furrowed his brow. Robaire started to hug him tighter. “Okay, okay, I’m good, that’s enough.” He waved his arm madly. “Aaron, help!”

“Alright, let the kid down.” T wrestled Taeyoung away from Robaire. “He’s just a little guy, he doesn’t have much breathing room. You of all people should know that.”

“Haha, very funny.” Robaire rolled his eyes. “I missed you, too, T.”

“Yeahhh, bring it in, buddy.” T offered a bro hug. “And don’t you ever call him Tae-Tae again, that’s my nickname for him. Mine!” He whispered into Robaire’s ear.

Robaire pulled away with wide eyes. “Right…” He chuckled nervously.

Jesse ran up to them and leaned on his knees. “Phew, I didn’t think I’d make it in time.” He huffed, out of breath. “Had to drop off Sean and Danny at their schools and there was so much traffic.”

“Take it easy there, Jes.” T teased. “Save your energy for the studio.”

“Oh, leave him be. It’s only the first day back, we’ll take it easy today.” Robaire helped him stand up straight. “How are things going with your mom?”

“We haven’t settled anything yet, but neither of us are backing down.” Jesse sighed. “I know she’s not bluffing about going public with Selina and Marcel but she’s too scared of CPS to go through with it so. Guess we’re at a standstill for now.”

“Awwww, I’m sorry, Jesse.” Taeyoung comforted him. “My offer still stands to train Danny in the ways of biting.”

“That’s sweet, Tae, but I’d rather handle this myself.” Jesse said. “But if you wanna make me feel better, you could bite my arm like Marcel always does now that he’s teething.”

“Anything for a friend.” Taeyoung grinned before chomping on Jesse’s arm.

“Hey, guys.” Z waved as he walked over. “Sorry we’re a bit late. Somebody that insisted on joining me today took forever to get ready.”

“Well sorry.” Olivia crossed her arms. “But for your information, it takes a lot of time to look this cute. Not that you would know.”

“Awww, I can never get enough of this little tyke.” T pinched her cheek. “Always so cute and witty.”

Robaire marveled at her. “Z, I didn’t know you had a little sister.”

“That’s because you don’t ask questions, Jean-Baptiste.” Z narrowed his eyes.

“Hi, Livvy!” Taeyoung called with Jesse’s arm still in his mouth.

“Nice to see you again, Olivia.” Jesse nodded at her.

Olivia waved with a bright smile. “Hi, guys!”

“What the—…” Robaire looked around. “You all knew about her?”

“Don’t feel too bad, Robaire.” T patted his shoulder. “You’re just super self-absorbed. No one expects you to know these things.”

“What?” Robaire stared at him. “But—”

“C’mon, guys. We’d better head inside before we’re late for real.” Z checked his watch.

Inside, Olivia sat in a corner of the studio with her Game Boy Pocket while the boys waited for their manager.

“Good morning, boys.” Courtney entered the room with a big smile. “It’s so nice to see you again after the break.”

“Uh…” Z looked around in confusion. “Is Beckett running late or something?”

Courtney glanced at Jesse who averted eye contact and sunk down in his seat. “Actually, Mr. Martin won’t be returning as your manager. But Mr. Freeman liked my work and decided to offer me his job, so I’ll be taking over from here on out.”

“Yes!” Taeyoung cheered as he and T high fived. “Out with the old, in with the new.”

“Not that we didn’t love Beckett, but—”

“Oh don’t even joke, he was a nightmare. I couldn’t be happier either.” Courtney cut T off and rolled her eyes. “Alright, we’ve got a long road ahead of us if we’re gonna get this next album out on time. First things first, we’ll need a track list.”

“Already way ahead of you.” Robaire pulled out his lyric book and handed it to her. “During the break, Jesse and I got a head start on the music. I think we’ve got some really good ones in here.”

“Oooh, by any chance would one of them be that love song you’re working on for Selina, Jes?” T asked with a smirk.

“Not yet.” Jesse blushed. “I’ve been trying to rework it as a ballad since I always sing it to her that way, but between working on this album and raising Marcel, that’ll probably take a while.”

“I’ll help you.” Robaire offered. “Maybe we can get it done for the next one.”

Jesse smiled sincerely. “Thanks, man.”

“Courtney, would it be okay if I let Olivia stay in the dance studio while we work on the music?” Z asked. “It’d be a good chance for her to practice before dance school starts up again.”

“Yeah that’s no problem.”

“Hey,” Robaire sat up excitedly, “since Olivia’s a dancer too, maybe she can come back and help us with the choreography.”

Z scoffed. “Like she’ll have the time.”

“Yeah, man, school starts tomorrow.” Taeyoung nudged him. “She’ll be super busy.”

“Besides, she’s more into jazz and ballet.” Courtney shrugged.

Robaire’s jaw dropped. “YOU TOO?!”

“I told you.” T shrugged. “Self-absorbed.”

“I’m really liking these songs, guys.” Courtney nodded as she flipped through the book. “This will definitely be good for the comeback, especially the one about oxygen love or whatever. Once you give it a better title, I mean.” She closed the book and looked up at them. “Alright, boys. Let’s get started on your next album.”

———

And that is the end of Act I!! Thank you all for sticking around all this time, I hope you enjoyed🫶🏾 I’ll be taking a little break before we get into Act II (but I’ll be posting a poll soon to see if anyone’s interested in a little backstory over the hiatus😉) Thanks for reading!

[wolfiemcwolferson]

tagged by @duquesademiel to share 7 lines of my WIP’s and oh boy, am I gonna make her regret it!

[redacted] fic for [redacted] - Piarles

It’s not George’s fault work was shit today and the pretty boy doesn’t text him about a second date. (Pierre isn’t picky, he would also take a text about his damned cat.) And it’s not George’s fault that Pierre put off his paperwork for two whole weeks and - Pierre’s phone buzzes against the countertop and then it’s a wrestling match for it. George might be long limbed and ridiculous, but Pierre was the youngest of five and he’s well scrappy. He’s also far more motivated than George is because he comes away victorious, half sitting on George in the floor and half laying underneath one of the rolling chairs, but he doesn’t care because Chatte Charles 🐱 has text him and it’s a good thing he’s out of breath already.

Fantasy Fest fic for CC server - Piarles

And it’s not just the worry. Charles misses Pierre - and maybe that’s not fair either because sometimes he thinks that what he’s missing is…something inside of himself that he can’t name or pinpoint. Something in him when he wasn’t working at a phone company or at an electronics shop or a medical office. Something about how when he was away at university and Pierre was flying across the channel to see him and kiss him and hold him - something about how he misses that… The chicken is finishing off in the oven and Charles flops onto the couch, picking up his book from the coffee table because the news is not his friend right now and his phone is in the kitchen and this is what he needs to be doing anyway, but then the doorknob jiggles and Charles sits straight up, looking behind him at it. Pierre would have left his keys here probably - and yes. Charles can see them in the little bowl by the door. And if he changed at the tower, he wouldn’t have flown home so he would have walked.

BN Drabbles - this one is Lance/my OFC that we all fell in love with

Ariel’s breaths are coming in short little bursts as Lance steps closer to her, holding the wipe up to her face, asking for permission with his long pause. He’s seen her without make-up dozens of times - the two of them curling up in his living room (on separate couches) while they debate things about work or watch old episodes of Star Trek that Ariel seemingly knows every word to or just spend time talking about this yoga retreat Lance went on in Costa Rica or this beer festival in Seattle. He hadn’t understood just how significant that was until they had been out with a bunch of people at work and Ariel had mentioned that she rarely lets people see her dressed down - not unless they’re very close. But, this? Allowing Lance to be the person stripping that layer away from her face? It’s intimate in a way that he’s never been with anyone before. Ariel flutters her eyelids closed and leans into the wipe and Lance very gently runs it over the place where her eyeliner has melted down her cheek.

High tops AU - This is Lancierre and who knows when it will see the light of dayyyyyyyy 

The air conditioning is making a whirring noise and he sees another car pull up to the front of the store and he really should be going, except he walks up to the counter and he laughs to himself, pointing behind the man at the wall of cigarettes. He hasn’t bought a pack of cigarettes in nearly ten years and honestly doesn’t even know what to ask for. “Pack of Marlboro’s?” Gas Station Man grunts and gestures like ok, dumbass. “Lights? Uh, the long ones?” Gas Station Man laughs, presses a couple of buttons on the register and scans the packet of cigarettes.

Okay, so that’s all I’m legally allowed to share. I know, you’re screaming WHAT ABOUT ELOPEMENT FIC, WHAT ABOUT WEREWOLFIERRE and to you I say, “um...yeah. I know. I swear it’s happening.” (shaky thumbs up)

[sunspray-peak]

Ch. 53: Stardew Valley's Highest Honor

WEDNESDAY - WINTER 3 

He took a shower. Shaved his face. Managed to scrounge up an old tube of concealer to hide the circles underneath his eyes. 

Achilles spent five minutes wrestling himself one-handed into a linen button down before clumsily tugging on a sweater vest and some slacks. He covered the scent of cigarette smoke with cologne and dragged himself to the kitchen to nibble on a stale scone. 

For thirty minutes, he steeped his tea and steeped in dread before three missed calls and two angry voice mails from Lewis finally dragged him to Pelican Town.

****** 

“You’re late,” Lewis hissed, quickly shoving him into a small tent that had been erected behind a raised stage in the town square next to the saloon. “You were supposed to be here 10 minutes ago!” 

“There are 20 people here, Lewis, I don’t think they’ll particularly care if we happen to start a bit late…” 

But it was like talking to a ghost—Lewis had already high tailed it back to the waiting crowd (it was actually 30 townsfolk, not 20, and a dozen or so tourists and small town reporters).

Abigail, who had been waiting patiently playing some game on her phone, gave him a hearty wave and rolled her wheelchair over to him. “Why the long face, my dude?” She slapped him on the lower back. “Come on, cheer up, Achilles! We’re heroes!” 

“Right… any idea how long this is supposed to take?” Achilles glanced at his watch—or, fuck, Alex’s watch, he still hadn’t gotten around to giving it back… 

“Sheesh! So impatient! Busy busy bee, huh.” Seeing that Achilles’ face remained stony, she punched his hip. “Come on, what’s the matter with ya? Whatever’s bothering you, forget about it, this is our time to shine! Look at us.” She jabbed the cast on his arm and motioned to her broken leg and ankle. “We deserve it! Bruh, honestly, we should get our own freakin’ deakin' holiday…” 

“We” is a strong word… 

*****

“My fellow citizens. We gather here today to honor two of our finest members of our community…” 

Lewis voice, magnified by a slightly screechy microphone, came trailing through the open flaps of the tent. Abigail, all attempts at making conversation having been repeatedly rebuffed, had muttered “sourpuss” before returning to the tile-matching game on her phone and was now humming a jaunty tune. 

Can’t be more than half an hour…

“…braving the mines, braving the spirits, all to save our humble town…” 

Though who knows with this man, he’ll likely prattle on for years unchecked… 

“… and now, let us give the warmest round of applause to Stardew Valley’s very own heroes: Abigail Maison and Achilles Robinson!” 

“Seriously, Lewis, you couldn’t get a ramp for the stage?” Achilles snarled as he pushed Abigail’s wheelchair out from the tent and towards the platform. The criticism fell on deaf ears, however, though whether that was because Lewis chose to willfully ignore it or because of the crowd’s exuberant applause, Achilles would never know.  

Abigail was unabashed, however. She took Lewis’ outstretch hand and (to Dr. Harvey’s dismay) hopped one-legged up the steps, leaving Achilles behind to carry the wheelchair up. 

“I’ve got it, I’ve got it, I can carry a fucking wheelchair, believe it or not…” he grumbled, shoving aside whoever it was who had stepped forward to assist. He hadn’t bothered to look, he didn’t care. The sooner this was over the better. 

Marnie, dressed in her finest (and perhaps only) collared shirt, directed him to stand to Lewis’ right with Abigail, who was now seated once again. 

Achilles surveyed the crowd of villagers and curious tourists and wondered if Lewis had threatened them all at gunpoint to attend—there was Sam, hooting alongside an actually beaming(!) Sebastian up in the front. Shane in the second to last row, clapping slowly and slightly off beat compared to the rest. Haley right below the stage, snapping photos, the flash near blinding. And Alex… 

“Today, we humbly invite you…” 

Oh lord, he’s still got more shit to say, huh… 

“…I ask each and every one of you: where would we be now if it weren’t for these brave souls…” 

Where would I be now if you just shut the fuck up… how much longer can you go on for, man, what is there more to say… 

“…forever shall our town be in your debt. You two deserve our everlasting thanks and gratitude...”

The fuck did I do? It was Abigail, all Abigail… 

“…we bequeath you Stardew Valley’s highest honor…” 

Achilles stifled a snort. 

Bequeath? Bequeath?? Stardew Valley’s highest honor my ass, you made that up last night, didn’t you… 

“…presented to those who have made outstanding contributions to the Stardew Valley community…” 

If you don’t shut up soon, I’m pushing you off the stage… that’ll be my real outstanding contribution to the community… 

“…and outstanding service…”

I’ll kill myself right here, right now, I swear to Yoba, light myself on fire—

“…we are honored to have such upstanding, admirable, accomplished representatives of our community…” 

This was too much. 

All the decorum that had been drilled into him from a young age had been seeping out over the past five minutes, and he was nothing now but a hollow husk of a man with no filter and nothing more to lose. He laughed. 

“Achilles?” Lewis paused from his speech. “Do you have something to say?” 

But Achilles only continued to laugh—a high pitched (and highly unflattering) wheeze that sent him sinking to his knees and cackling until his eyes watered. 

With an irate wave of his fingers, Lewis directed Marnie to present each of the two medals, but Achilles only continued to laugh maniacally as he bowed his head and presented his shaking shoulders for her. 

He couldn’t stand being here a moment longer. He didn’t need interviews or his picture in the paper. Didn’t deserve them. This was all ridiculous—why was he here? what had he done? No outstanding contributions, far from accomplished… 

When the townsfolk and tourists broke to crowd around the buffet table, he slipped quietly away and returned to his home. 

*****

The laughs hadn’t yet bubbled their way out of his system. All the way back to his farmhouse, he found himself erupting into crazed bouts of giggles, until he was safe behind his front door and the snickering turned suddenly to a torrent of tears. 

His knees had grown weak, but he managed to stagger blindly to the living room, collapsing into the sofa as Voltaire leapt in his lap.  

You’re not a hero. You’re not anything. Not a writer, not a farmer, couldn’t even be a corporate drone for more than a handful of years. You are pathetic. You are nothing. 

He wanted to call his mom.

The phone was in his hand, her number punched in, when he faltered, remembering a headline from his phone’s news app that morning. 

It’s Monstera Fashion Week. Fuck. Of course it’s fashion week. Couldn’t even time your mental breakdown well, huh? Can you do anything right? 

Not that she would care. She’d answer in a heartbeat, hell, she’d probably take the next plane out if he asked her to. 

Lord, how did his parents end up with such a fucked up failure of a son. 

This is a you problem. No use bringing other people into this. 

Hey now—Eva wouldn’t be too happy with you for thinking that way… 

Well Eva’s not here anymore, is she? 

Maybe he ought to give her a call instead. See if she did virtual therapy sessions.

Nah. You have the tools—you figure this out yourself. 

Well a refresher on said tools can’t hurt… 

Yoba, why was it so hard? To even just think clearly, to organize his clashing thoughts. 

He stood to grab his lighter from the coffee table but in his haste, tripped over one of Voltaire’s cat toys, and in a sudden, near comical series of errors, went crashing into the corner of the table, the collision shattering a small ceramic vase. 

Muttering under his breath, he tried to dodge the pool of water seeping among the shards, but his socks were quickly sodden as they danced tip-toe among the wilted corpses of flowers he’d once treated himself to weekly, back before he’d gone down the mines. Before everything had gone downhill. 

Lord, was that mold? He bent down to better examine the fuzzy cream clouds among the broken ceramic, but lost his balance and began to teeter straight into the table once again, right into the corner.

Yoba, I humbly ask for you to just cut me some slack just for the rest of today —

But it seemed like Yoba was sleeping in. The resulting fresh cut on his arm led him to retaliate with a painful kick to the table’s legs, which only served to send a shockwave up his shin and a pile of neatly stacked pages scattering haphazardly to the ground. 

An anguished screech died in his mouth. Instead, he watched the pages flutter, half of them settling in the moldy vase water. He slowly bent to gather the semi-sodden pages. Couldn’t help but read over the damp words of his novel’s first draft, scrawled in his second favorite fountain pen, the ink already beginning to cloud and bloom. 

What were you even thinking? Trying again. That door’s long closed, buddy. 

He tossed the manuscript into the fireplace and set it aflame. 

He didn’t want to move anymore. He didn’t care about progress, didn’t care about what was next. What was the point? 

Achilles buried himself under his covers, and for the second time in a week, cried himself to sleep. He could stay here forever. 

[normanbased]

i’ve been trying to ask you for anthony perkins movie recs for like three days in a row but every time i accidentally write “do you have any norman bates movie recs?” and then i close the ask instead of sending it. anyway. recs? 👀 i skimmed his imdb page but a lot of them look pretty bad ngl so i figured it’s best to get some pointers

So many of them suck you’re not wrong 💕💕 like the MAJORITY of his filmography is kinda mediocre….. BUT there are lots of good things spattered about, and for the most part any garbage movie you can guarantee that he’s the best part about it — (we don’t talk about the late career work some of that stuff is just awful 💀)

Here’s five goodies tho :]]

• Friendly Persuasion 1956 — His second film and his only Oscar nomination — An Amish family wrestles with their philosophies on non-violence and other vices during the civil war. He plays Josh, the eldest son :]]

• The Matchmaker 1958 — Hello Dolly! without the music. Arguably my favourite role he’s played. Two store clerks get bored and go to New York to find girlfriends. Lots of cute moments between Tony and Robert, worth watching just for that.

• Psycho AND Psycho II — this is a Psycho II propaganda blog at heart, I’ll stand by this movie til the day I die. It had no right being as watchable as it is.

• Catch-22 1970 — it’s not really much about Tony’s character but he’s in it quite a bit and it’s still a good movie, and in the book he’s a way more important character. The first line of the book is still insane to me and I’m shocked there isn’t more middle aged men yaoi about Yossarian and the Chaplain 💕 watch the film then read the book that’s how I enjoyed it

• The Trial 1961 — Knowing the production history of this movie makes it so funny to me, Tony and Orson were losing their fucking minds by the time they’d finished it 💀 it’s also just a good movie I’ve seen it a few times now, switch up your rewatches by imagining different mystery crimes for Joseph K to have committed

The rest of his filmography is sooo hit or miss so explore at your own trepidation. I like Pretty Poison even if it’s a bit stilted, it’s not bad for a late 60s flick. OH Crimes of Passion is silly, and I like the Fool Killer even if everyone else doesn’t (the book is on archive.org, you’re WELCOME everybody 🙄) and ermmmm…. OH THE TIN STAR TOO 💕💕💕💕 SILLY SHERIFF COWBOY MOVIE 💕💕💕💕

let’s ask the audience 🙏😇 @ all the Tony girlies what are u recommending?

[niemernuet]

😈😈 you have been visited by the brainworm demon, hope this message haunts you all day and gives you unforeseen amounts of psychic damage *muah* (<- this is both a kiss and an evil laugh, just in case it was unclear)

~~ okay but what about a justin who‘s still pissed about the world‘s selection process, now that gino dnf’d more than ever, but he‘s also too good of a friend to bring it up with gino, but the energy has to go somewhere, so he just so he just goes to daniel‘s room and acts like an ass until dani gives in and bitches back and they start wrestling a little too roughly and okay maybe dani gets hard when justin puts his hand on his throat… oops.

Silja, oh my god. Your message is like a nutella-crêpe in this shitty week, and I don't know how I can thank you 💘😘 I have also been thinkin about the weird tension that must now exist in the gs-team, and you are so right that Daniel should absolutely sacrifice himself for the greater good.

Careful, +18 under the cut. (I love you forever and always ❤️)

The door missed Daniel by a hair, and he pressed against the door to the claustrophobically small bathroom as Justin dashed past him into the room.

“Please, come in,” Daniel said, and rolled his eyes.

“I am going to KILL THEM ALL!” Justin bellowed, and whirled around. Murderous rage shone in his eyes, and his hands were balled to fists.

Daniel calmly closed the door, and walked back to his bed where his book lay abandoned. “It was bad luck,” he said, his eyes already scanning the next sentence, and laid back down on the soft mattress.

“It’s not!” Justin howled, and slammed his fists down on the rickety table under the television. “He’s been getting worse and worse in Super-G the longer the season goes, while I got better and better! Without that damn surgery, I’d have outperformed him long ago. I should have started! It was my right!”

Daniel sighed inwardly, and grabbed the bookmark from the nightstand. He knew from long lasting experience that there was nothing he could do but let Justin’s anger run its course, and had braced for the impact since Gino had missed that fateful gate after the sharp turn only a few minutes ago.

“And…what? Are you going to tell him that?”

“Of course not!” Justin yelled at him.

Daniel nodded. “Good.”

“I’m going to tell Krugi! That Austrian prick has it in for me, and I’m no longer going to…”

“No no no!” Daniel cut Justin off, and put the book on the nightstand so he could aim his undivided glare on Justin. “Absolutely not! You are not throwing away your future because Gino missed a gate.”

“It wasn’t just the one gate!” Justin snapped. “They don’t want me to succeed. They think I’m never going to be any good so they don’t even give me the chance to prove myself!”

He crossed his arms, and stared gloomily into the distance. Daniel watched him, half amused but completely fond of Justin’s stubbornness. There had been people, nobody Daniel cared about, who had asked him how he coped with Justin’s hair-trigger temper, that short fuse that could explode at the most unforeseen times. The truth was that Daniel loved it like everything else about Justin. He never held a grudge for long, and made peace as easily as he started a fight. Also, he was breathtakingly sexy in every situation but especially when he was burning with a fury that seemed to take over his whole body. Right now, that fire seemed to get dangerously low though, on the verge of being suffocated under heavy melancholy, and Daniel had to think of something to keep it burning.

“To be fair you most certainly didn’t inspire too much confidence in them after your first race.”

Justin’s eyes turned wide, and he stared at Daniel as if he had slapped him across the face. “In a discipline that I haven’t practised seriously in the last five years!” he answered, and with every word got louder until he was almost screaming. With two steps he was by Daniel’s bed, and propped his hands on the pillow of either side of his head. Daniel grinned, and it did not need more. Justin’s kiss was rough and heavy, teeth scraping over Daniel’s skin and his tongue darting wildly in Daniel’s mouth. Daniel moaned, and grinded against Justin as he clambered on the bed, and sank down on Daniel’s crotch. He pulled away from Justin, panting and laughing as Justin’s hands wandered through his hair and down his cheeks.

“First gate,” he whispered, and the growl Justin gave as an answer ran straight down to his dick while their mouths clashed together again.

“Fuck you!” Justin mumbled into Daniel’s mouth. “Let’s put you on downhill-skis.” His hand left Daniel’s cheek, searching for a way to get rid of Daniel’s shirt but only finding his throat.

And Daniel froze.

“Let’s send you down a Super-G track in front of the world,” Justin snarled, and pressed his lips on Daniel’s again before he realised that something had changed. He stared down at his boyfriend with an exasperated look, and moved his hips tentatively over Daniel’s crotch, eliciting a drawn-out moan from Daniel.

“Seriously?” Justin asked. “I’m trying to be angry here.”

Daniel panted, his whole body still tingling from the shock Justin’s rough touch had sparked. His hands wandered over the rumpled covers, along Justin’s body until he caught his hand, and guided it back to his throat, forcing Justin’s fingers to clamp down into the soft flesh.

“Don’t let me disturb you,” he croaked. Justin chuckled, and silenced Daniel’s new moan with his lips.

“Sssh!” he muttered, pressing their foreheads together. His hips kept moving over Daniel’s , pushing against his painfully hard cock over and over again, and his mouth caught every moan, every curse from Daniel’s lips as he begged for relief. “Quiet! What if people heard us?”

“Let them!” Daniel panted. “Justin…” His hips shot up, searching for relief from Justin. “Please…”

His vision blanked when Justin pushed down once more, the friction from Daniel’s pants scraping along his dick, and new jolts of electricity ran up and down his spine. He came in spurts, pinned down into the mattress by Justin until all tension had left him. The stale air of the small hotel room felt like an icy gust of wind when Justin’s hand left Daniel’s throat, and he tenderly nuzzled Daniel’s cheek while Daniel gathered his breath.

“You have no idea how hot you just looked,” Justin whispered in his ear.

Daniel raised his arms, and pulled him down into a hug. “Are you still angry?” he asked, and softly moved his hips a little bit. A soft hiss escaped him when his overstimulated dick touched against Justin’s erection.

“A little bit,” Justin confessed.

“That means we can’t stop yet,” Daniel said, and kissed him again.

[thekimspoblog]

Excerpt from Chapter 2 of "Sheepdog"

After flopping down on the sofa, our Ms. Wexler proceeds to listlessly flip through the channels, not looking for anything in particular. We can’t see the screen, but we hear each program in five second excerpts. Her husband can be heard clattering dishes from the kitchen.

“... Contrary to popular belief, the lioness does the majority of the hunting…”

“... Ya can talk all ya want, but it’s different than it was... “

“... And here comes the pitch!…”

“... Sighted. Stealing used tampons from public restrooms. In other news…”

“... Failing to recognize all the signs that God has placed before you…”

“... Afraid? Yes. For years, I’ve been afraid of something nameless. Something…”

(The Blue Danube)

“... You win all your cases, but with somebody else’s help, right? You win case after case, and then afterwards, you have to go up to somebody and say ‘Thank You’. Oh my God, what a fuckin’ nightmare!...”

At this moment, Jimmy joins her on the couch and puts his arm around her. He clicks his tongue in disappointment, “Aw man! We just missed My Cousin Vinny! I love that movie!”

“You just have a crush on Marisa Tomei” Kim teases.

“I’ve said no such thing!” he denies it, “No. I like the movie cus it’s funny, and it’s got all the… law… stuff…”

Kim straightens up in her seat and smiles coyly, “Well… maybe I do”

Jimmy scoffs, repressing the impulse to answer, “Okay. That would be pretty hot…”

Kim stands up and stretches. “I’m actually thinking about turning in anyway. Even if there was something I wanted to watch, my eyes are crossing”

He stands up too, but his gaze lingers on his wife’s stomach, which is ever so slightly more curved outwards than usual. Kim anticipates what he’s thinking and brushes it off.

“I had like… a baker’s dozen of those pancakes”

“How many is that again? Twelve?”

“Thirteen. Actually. I was pretty ravenous”

“Yeah, well nothing wrong with that. You’re eating for two now”

“Stop” Kim answers with a roll of her eyes.

Jimmy kneels down and gingerly lifts up Kim’s shirt, planting his lips on the bare skin just below her navel. He slowly moves up her front, kissing her again at a low point on her chest, and then sucking on the side of her neck, before their mouths lock together in an embrace. Kim is trembling a little as the heat between them rises. What neither of them notice, is the grinning white mask peeking out from behind the blinds of their living room window. Before they know it, the dance has floated them upstairs to the bedroom, and they begin to wrestle horizontally on top of the sheets.

Just as they have stripped down to their underwear, the blaring TV from the living room kills the mood. “I’ll get you next time, Savinator!” the cartoon character in the obnoxiously loud commercial yells.

“Crap. I’ll get it” Kim mumbles while extracting herself and wandering back downstairs. Just as she’s about to hit the power button on the remote, the next movie on the channel begins to play.

“Suzy Bannion decided to perfect her ballet studies in the most famous school of dance in Europe. She chose the celebrated academy of Freiburg. One day, at nine in the morning, she left Kennedy Airport, New York, and arrived in Germany at 10:40 pm local time”

Kim stands in the middle of her living room with her thumb unable to hit the power button. She’s transfixed by the promise of taking in a few more seconds of the movie before switching it off, then a few more seconds. Then a few more. She watches as Jessica Harper doggedly crosses the floor of the airport, being bathed in pink light and then green. The film’s ethereal theme song, the tinkling music-box tune, the desperate and windswept strings of a banjo, the syncopated reverberating tambor, were infecting Suzy’s mind as she drew closer to the automatic doors, and then stepped into the tempest outside. And by proxy, Kim’s ears were likewise exposed to the virulent melody.

Our heroine was not the jumpy type, but she whipped around suddenly, as startled as anything was capable of startling her, when she thought she heard a tapping at the window behind her. But outside the window, there was nothing but blackness. The loud movie was messing with her ability to hear anything else, she reasoned; it was probably just an especially big moth smacking head-first into the glass; that had happened before.

“Kim, are you coming back to bed?” Jimmy called, standing at the top of the stairs.

“Um… Yeah!” Kim answered, having been snapped out of her trance. She hastily looked back at the television and switched it off before another mesmerizing frame could play.

She jogged up the staircase, but found herself getting winded two thirds of the way to the top. Jimmy met her standing and immediately resumed caressing her and playing with her hair, but Kim withdrew again. “Sorry” she said fighting through a yawn, “But I have to go to the bathroom”

Jimmy patiently reclined on the bed and proceeded to play with a loose thread on the corner of the comforter. He waited for what felt like an hour before his mate emerged from the bathroom. Kim’s eyes were cloudy but determined as she climbed on top of him. But after only kissing a few times, she let out a wide yawn and rolled over to face the wall. “Sorry” she said through another yawn. After a minute of silence in the room, a fart noise was muffled from beneath the blankets. “Sorry” Kim muttered again quietly, and dozed off. Jimmy responded with a suppressed snort of laughter.

He brushed his hand against her sleeping arm and then rolled onto his back. He stared beaming up at the ceiling fan with his arms folded behind his head. It had been an eventful day, but he couldn’t get over the euphoria, the pride, the sheer awe, that he was going to get to be a father. Everything was finally exactly how he wanted it. He’d never been at a more happy point in his life… what was the universe going to do to take this away from him?

https://www.deviantart.com/abettranempire/gallery/83703720/sheepdog

[onlymollygibson]

Part 2:

Haymitch spent his lunch on Monday eating a couple of microwave burritos and grading his History class's essays on the post-Civil War reconstruction.

Someone knocked on his door. He looked up, and it was Katniss Everdeen from his AP History class. The girl didn't say much in class, but her work was decent. Also, she'd been at every wrestling match this year.

"Now, now, I haven't even graded your essay yet. You'll get it back by Friday," he told her.

"No, this is about Health class," she said.

Oh and she was in his brand new headache as well.

She continued, "Mrs Odair said something about an alternative assignment."

He checked through her lesson plans. "Yep, if students don't get a parent's permission to participate in class, they can write a five page essay on why teenage pregnancy is a bad idea."

"Okay, I'd like to do that."

He leafed through the permission slips and there was one for Katniss Everdeen, signed and filled out.

"You've already turned in your permission slip."

"Right but my mother is a nurse," she replied, "So I already know all about that stuff."

"Uh-huh," said Haymitch, "You'd rather write a five page essay - single spaced by the way - and sit in the library for the next week than do a couple easy worksheets and a half page about a love song."

"Yes." She was scowling at him. He liked it when she turned that scowl on the refs if they made a bad call. Didn't appreciate quite as much when it was directed at him though. Oh well. She was sixteen. What was the worst she could do?

"'Fraid I can't let you do that." He might have let it slide, but he figured she could use all the help she could get.

"Why not?" Katniss asked.

"Well for starters the alternative assignment is mainly for - don't tell Principal Trinket I said this - religious nut jobs who think learning about condoms will somehow turn their precious babies into devil worshippers. And secondly, how many AP classes are you in, kid?"

"Three," she muttered, still scowling.

"Bet you're taking pre-calc too."

"Yep."

"For cryin' out loud, health class is supposed to be an easy A. Don't do a five page essay if you don't have to."

"But its not relevant to me-"

"Nope," Haymitch responded. Like hell it wasn't relevant to her. Between the way that Hawthorne kid on the basketball team spoke about her in the locker room and the way Peeta always looked to her spot in the stands after every single bout, that girl was knee deep in romantic messes, whether she wanted to be or not.

"Fine!" She stormed out of his classroom.

Haymitch went back to his burrito.

E period rolled around and the students put their completed assignment into Annie's color coded turn-in box.

Haymitch took attendance and then leafed through the assignments to find one to start the discussion with. Thom's was relatively benign. "I'll Be Watching You by The Police," he read for the class, "This is my mom's favorite song, but I just think it's creepy. Well, class, let's see who's right, this student or his mother."

He pulled the song up on YouTube and let the class watch while he looked through the rest of the papers. Delly Cartwright had a decent one. Cato's submission was... definitely worth discussing.

After the class agreed not to be creepy stalkers, he went with Delly's song choice: Kid Rock's All Summer Long.

During the song, Principal Trinket slipped in and took an empty seat in the back of the classroom.

Meanwhile he kept reading through the papers. He got to Katniss Everdeen's submission. Instead of her usual precise penmanship, the assignment was submitted in an angry scrawl. It read "I chose Someone Like You by Adele. She was correct when she said "Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead," but she missed the part where if your love dies you'll just stare at a wall for two months and leave your eleven year old to keep your life from completely derailing. Like I said, this assignment isn't really relevant to me, because I'm never ever going to fall in love."

Well shit. That certainly explained some things. He made a mental note to email the school counselor and get her some professional help, but for now he had to go on with the lesson.

When the song was over, he told the class, "I have a small correction to my lecture from last time. It has come to my attention that I should only be using anatomically correct terms in this class. Last time I told you 'It's all fun and games until your dick falls off.' Please correct that in your notes to 'It's all fun and games until your penis falls off.'" He smirked at Effie. "The sentiment stands. STDs are no joke, kids. Anyway, we just finished this lovely tribute to teenage stupidity. Anyone wanna tell me where Kid Rock went wrong?"

Delly Cartwright raised her hand and brought up consent, which was the point she'd made in the paper too. One of the dipshits in the middle said something stupid that made his buddy laugh.

Haymitch called out, "Now if you two chuckleheads need whiskey to get a girl to sleep with you, that says more about you than it does about the girl. But we'll be talking more about consent later in the lesson. Anyone else?"

Someone brought up that it was illegal to have sex in a public place, which was an excellent point, but they missed on the main problems with that song, "Location, location, location," he told them, "If it doesn't have a good place to go to the bathroom and clean up a bit afterwards, the girl could end up with a UTI, which are a pain. Then of course there's the sand that gets everywhere. I mean, it's better than the wrestling mats, which is a ticket to a staph infection in a very uncomfortable location, but not by much."

"Anyway," Haymitch continued, "Next up is the worst submission by far. I will not be playing the song for the class, see Ms. Trinket I can be reasonable, but it's WAP by Cardi B." A few of the wrestlers high fived each other. Time to wipe that smile off Cato's face. "Now, the problem isn't the song selection it's that this guy wrote, 'Girls don't actually get wet like that it's just a myth.' While the song is definitely exaggerating in terms of volume, it is factually correct. There is some accounting for variation in partners, but in general, vaginal dryness is a sign that the partner isn't very good at what he's doing."

And he'd done it again. Absolute silence; even the morons paying perfect attention. Time to move on to consent.

The Hunger Games modern AU where Haymitch is the gym teacher and has to teach sex ed. He starts the week by playing Girls, Girls, Girls by Motley Crue. Then he says, "Don't you ever go to a 'dollhouse' in Fort Lauderdale. You know who does that? Florida men. It's a surefire way to get syphilis. And you know what happens with untreated syphilis? Your dick falls off. Your assignment this week is to bring in a popular song that mentions sex and tell the class exactly what's wrong with it."

Effie Trinket is the principal.

[ariyadaivaris]

anyone remember lucha chiropractic. that was fun wasn’t it. it was fun to me...