#i think im gonna regret exclusively siding with her

[alberichfanpage]

YOU DONT SAY???

[silvergyus]

GIRL DAD YEONJUN IS A BIG YES LIKE OML I STALKED THROUGH YOUR HEADCANONS LIKE AN ABSOLUTE MADWOMAN i do not regret it its 7am and im melting from the fluffiness of it all

but what about the other members 👀

how would they be as a girldad and as a boydad? i’d love to see your take on it!

omg omg thank you so much anon🩷 we must be on opposite sides of the world lol

hehe I feel like I have differing opinions than the rest of moablr but please headcanon what you like!

txt as dads

⋆｡°✩ Yeonjun:

I obviously believe in girl dad!yeonjun supremacy (read more here and here) but I feel like he could also have an extremely cool son- think adult-size sunglasses too big for his lil face. a taste for fashion when his friends are wearing those horrendous neon Nike shorts. but yeonjun's daughter would be such a daddy's girl and he would be a girl dad first and foremost. yeonjun isn't as into video games as some of the other members so I feel like his son (or daughter) wouldn't be as into them as the kids of the other members either

rest of the members under the cut

⋆｡°✩ Soobin:

I believe in girl dad!soobin because 1.) it's the most adorable thing ever and 2.) I think it would be so funny

hear me out, we obviously saw him with the twins but he said he was super nervous going into that since he is only used to hanging out with his nephew. imagine soobin with two daughters having his first son and he thinks it's gonna be a breeze since "boys are easier" but boy, was he wrong. his cutie son is a lot to handle and it turns out raising a boy from birth is a *lot* different than being a leader

like every other moa, I can see soob having the most kids. he just seems like the type of guy to have kids hanging off of him. plays video games with his kids but is also very strict about them washing their face/brushing their teeth. reads to them a lot and gets sucked into the storybooks they read together even when it's something silly like the day the crayons quit (a favorite of mine when I was a student librarian hehe)

⋆｡°✩ Beomgyu:

BOY DAD!!! I know girl dad!beomgyu is so popular but I just feel in my heart that he is a boy dad!! picture him and his son in matching sunglasses and tshirts. those silly ones with like "the original" on his and "the remix" on his son's. would call the baby "beomgyu junior" the whole pregnancy but once the baby was born he would have a million lil nicknames for that kid.

I can specifically picture beomgyu getting one of the other members to both go out with their babies in carriers on their chests and they just wave to everyone they see with the babies' hands. like, use the babies' hands to wave instead of theirs

boy dad beomgyu who builds the best pillowforts and is the best at play fighting and buys the coolest nerf guns and foam swords. boy dad beomgyu who had a special relationship with his dad and carries those traditions on with his kids. boy dad beomgyu who plays guitar for his kids and they think he's the coolest dad ever

if he has a daughter, she totally roughhouses with the boys but she gets princess treatment when she sits on daddy's lap while he plays guitar, her tiny fingers resting on the wood so she can feel the vibrations of the music. her big eyes filled with such deep appreciation for the music.

⋆｡°✩ Taehyun:

hmmm, honestly I also feel boy dad but he has a science son :) his wide-eyed son with glow in the dark stars on his ceiling and an ant farm and he exclusively wears dinosaur tshirts. taehyun and him nerd out together all the time. his son loves the planetarium and the library and also is in all the school plays. plays minecraft with beomgyu's son and soobin's oldest daughter

however, I can also see tyun's kids playing a lot of soccer (I can see him with two boys, close in age). they both would be on the soccer team that he assistant coaches (thank you @https-yeonjun for that headcanon<3). they are both into soccer- just like their daddy- and the one is into a bunch of other sports so he's always off to practice somewhere with his grass-stained knees and toothy grin. the three of them would spend match days glued to the tv to watch their favorite team. he'd buy them all matching jerseys for their favorite team too, with each of their favorite players names on the back

also taehyun would absolutely get a cat for his kids and they would have a chore wheel for days on who feeds it/ cleans the litterbox

if tyun had a daughter she would have the highest standards as a grown-up like. not quite spoiled like yeonjun's daughter, but omg the absolute most princess treatment of all time. that girl would have all her oranges peeled and her juice poured in her favorite cup and her hair brushed and she would never walk because she'd want to be carried everywhere and her daddy is strong so he carries her. she totally wears the matching soccer jerseys with her brothers and daddy too like, c'mon. soccer jersey and tutu and she absolutely crushes the other team when she's on the field

⋆｡°✩ Hyuka:

I feel like hyuka girl dad??? I also feel like he has the second most kids behind soobin. his daughter is just like him, effortlessly good at playing musical instruments. she plays like 4 and the house is always full of music. he's really calm as a dad and he isn't super shook when his kids act up. really good at gentle parenting and loves to teach his kids through their shared interests.

his daughter's bed is absolutely full of plushies. she def collects them and names them and they have a special order they have to go in on her bed. she sleeps with them all every night and gives each one a kiss before she goes to sleep. he takes her to the store and is the biggest enabler of her collection. he says he isn't spoiling her, just gifting her as a fellow collector, but we know she's spoiled

you know how hyuka is a copy-and-paste of his dad? if he has a son it's 100% gonna be a carbon copy of him. like, that boy is a HUENING and everyone can tell. tallest kid in his grade and has the exact same laugh and nose and eye crinkles.

any hueningkids would absolutely LOVE pokemon though, just like their dad. and they would totally get a dog and name it eevee

[mochuelovelli]

Lilith for the character ask?

Oh boy, a controversial character! Gotta say, I stan James Charles /J

How do I feel about this character?:

On a real note, I do like Lilith as a character. When we first meet her, she's pompous and proud. Oozing with entitlement, she's easy to route against and you like to see her get worked up and "brought down" to Eda's level as the wild which so eloquently put it. Later on, but not too much later that it feels disingenuous, we really get to see her show that she cares for her sister. One might believe it is *Eda* being ridiculous, as far as the audience is aware, Lilith's offer holds little downsides. Eda would be cured and be afforded the luxuries of the upper class AND keep her magic. All she had to do was be the Emperor's soldier.

As to not get off track by talking about Eda, (im sure Lilith herself would loathe that lol) Lilith's reveal to have cursed her sister over a spot in the emperor's coven was...controversial to say the least. I don't think it's unpopular to voice that, yeah. It could've been communicated better to the audience since I saw plenty of commentators and regular fans themselves either thought Lilith cursing her sister was *needlessly* petty and not at all thought out (which yeah it kinda was).

From where I stand on that issue is, yeah, Lilith's whole reason to curse her sister could've been avoided by just talking to her sister and asking her to let her have this. BUT, I think a lot of people forget that the Emperor's coven would want to limit the number of powerful witches in their coven. Sure, Belos would want to be protected by a bunch of loyal soldiers, but he wouldn't want too much of the population to ever have a much power as him. So limiting the number of members in not just his coven but possible in the other major covens, would aid in controlling that population.

This might be pure hogwash but like, there are a ton of other "lesser" covens. So in my mind, it's more likely that the general population of witches gets sorted into one of the various miscellaneous. If you think limiting yourself to only practicing Illusion magic sucks, imagine only practicing whatever the fuck the "swag coven" does.

Lol gonna add a page break this shit is getting too long

Romantic Ships for this character?:

Hm, it's only s1 and we haven't seen her interact w/ many characters outside of her fam/Belos/actual children. I kinda jokingly ship here with Steve lol. Kikimora and her also have a funny dynamic but in all actuality, I don't ship her w/ anyone rn.

Non-Romantic Ships for this character?:

Her and Hooty lol. I mean Eda is an obvious answer but like, Hooty fucking with Lilith is too funny to not want to see. Her and King would be great too, probably get some good B plots out of it. It would be a good contrast since they both can be petty but in different ways and I think that would help flesh out their characters a bit more and maybe cause some introspection (at least on Lilith’s end lol)

Unpopular opinion about this character?:

Lol. I feel like she is such a divisive character in general that most opinions about her aren’t too out of the main stream. I guess a more meta take is that when she’s portrayed in fanworks, usually fanfic but not exclusively, very...one note lol. She’s usually a pretty flat, boring character in an attempt to highlight the contrast between her and Eda. She’s the straight-laced, “responsible” sibling who has a chip on her shoulder. In fanon, that equates to her characterization to either be like, completely and utterly apologetic to the point where it becomes unbelievable for any person to do. Her apologizing or making amends is usually quickly forgiven by Luz/and or Eda. Sure, Luz is very forgiving person naturally but like?? She’s wasn’t mad in canon too much about THEIR well being (almost getting impaled), she was specifically pissed about Lilith betraying Eda. 

So, if Lilith is a big part of your story (and it’s working in the realm of canon), then this should be a problem which doesn’t get resolved by just ONE big action. I also feel like her being on better terms with Eda would come BEFORE Luz since Eda’s main gripe with her would be about her being annoyed by Lilith’s controlling nature and the fact that she didn’t trust her enough to talk about her feelings back when she was first cursed (also her using Luz against her but I feel like that would probably be a hurdle that wouldn’t really be over come until Lilith in turn would be willing to sacrifice herself for Luz while also making an effort to care for Luz as a person not just see her as a “pet”). Hhhh this section is so long and its kinda bleeding over in the next question so-

Something I wish will happen or would have wanted to happen in canon?:

yall if you are still reading I am so sorry sksk

I want Lilith in general, not to be forgiven by either Luz or Eda. Eda probably early on stating about how she is unsure if she could EVER forgive her sister for what she has done. BUT, critically, Eda would see that Lilith is trying and she is willing to work with her (with a unhelpful dose of teasing) because at the end of the day she still loves her sister. For the relationship they had before everything with south, for knowing her side of the story even though she believes it doesn’t justify her actions. She understands and sympathizes, she’s grown a bit softer thanks to Luz, which is very funny since I want Luz to be the one who is the hardest to convince Lilith actually had a change of heart but more on that later. 

Before I move on to what I want her path towards forgiveness with Luz looks like, I want to bring up a parallel that I haven’t seen many people make. Fans always talk about the parallel between the Clawthornes and Luz/Amity, and rightly so because there is a lot to extrapolate there, but I think another interesting dynamic that might be interesting to see in s2 would be an episode that focuses on lost friendship/sisterhood with the Clawthornes and Amity and Willow. It’s kinda funny that Amity and Willow’s friendship was ruined because Willow was too “weak” while Eda was too “powerful”. In a potential episode, it can show the progression both Eda/Lilith and Willow/Amity are making in rekindling their relationship with each other. For Eda and Lilith this would be a lot more rough around the edges since it both be either the first or one of the first attempts at doing so while Willow/Amity would maybe be further along yet still have some major/minor hang ups with one another. With Willow/Amity, their relationship would either be rounding the bend of fully moving past the “idk how to feel about you stage” or it is stated outright that Willow forgives Amity, (and by forgive, I mean in the “we both know what you did, you’ve actually changed. we won’t have the same relationship that we once had but I’m okay with trying again”). In contrast, Lilith and Eda would reach a understanding and come up with some ground rules on how to handle each other (Eda’s main take away from this “episode” would be what I previously stated in the last question), ones that will be more like guidelines cuz its Eda lol. Also what separates the Clawthornes conflict from the Willow/Amity one (besides the obvious) is that the Clawthornes both know how the other works. Which buttons to push and all that so both of them are going to have to learn to resist doing that, at least a bit, in order to actually progress. 

ANYWAYS, I also want Luz to be the one to regard Lilith the coldest. Luz refusing to let Lilith teach her anything despite probably having more practical/book smarts knowledge on magic theory than Eda because she doesn’t trust her. If they are gonna use that masked dude as a spy, I want Luz to assume Lilith is somehow a coconspirator. This plot thread doesn’t have to be going at 100% the whole time, (in fact I would want it to be a temp thing maybe lasting a couple eps at most or like, just something that is hinted at but not dived deeply until the second half of the season). Really, Lilith has a hard time because Luz straight up doesn’t give her the opportunity to really express her regret/remorse. Lilith probably won’t at first give her a ton of reasons to forgive her as she usually attempts at coming back at Luz’s snide remarks with her own quippy comebacks. Sksk a really angsty end to an attempt could include Lilith saying something to Luz after going on a small talk with her (where yeah Lilith has improved but still needs noticeable work) that she “reminds her a lot of Eda” and Luz bites back with something like “Oh yeah? You going to curse me too? You want another person you can force to do what YOU want?”. 

Hell maybe “parental problems” could have Lilith poke at, either on purpose or accidentally, Luz’s feelings about going back to the human world and Camila. Lilith reminding her, maybe unknowingly, reminds her a lot of her mom and that causes her to blow up on her. Luz would hate that comparison, thinking about how similar her mom and Lilith are to one another. That because she still has such a strong dislike of Lilith, it bleeds over into how Luz views Camila and vice versa. In that, both Camila and Lilith value respect, an adherence to the rules, have a great sense of wisdom (arguably for Lilith lol /hj), and (eventually for Lilith once she gets to know Luz better) a genuine want for Luz to succeed and belief in her even though they are critical of her actions at times. Sure Eda reminds her of that more, motherly protective kind of love, in which she would do anything for her to be happy and healthy. Lilith can be the other side of that, the worry and slight doubt. That familiar way they each go about trying to understand and get close to Luz yet not quite getting it yet would still do whatever she’d ask for her sake. Luz at first would take Lilith being disappointed in her actions as an accomplishment. As they grow closer and the more Lilith reminds her of her mom, it becomes scary. The disappointment hurts and in an effort not to feel like that again and to not want to think about the comparison between Lilith and her mother she will snap back at her. Eventually Lilith would then have to change again and reassure her that she cares and by extent, her mother cares to. It is here Lilith is willing to let go of being so constantly controlling and learns to encourage first (or do some form of the compliment sandwich) and Luz comes to peace with her feelings about her mother and understands her position better. To be able to love herself even if she knows that she will always try to do her best. 

oh my fucking god you made it im so sorry i guess i had a lot of thoughts. fffffff

[novacxlum]

skinny dipping

in which luke, the captain of the swim team and the boy who holds your heart, offers to work with you to prepare for swim season. antics ensue.

request: “hi okay so i really feel awkward requesting smut but like,,, ur writing is so good so like could u write shower sex w luke? tysm!” ps dont feel awkward i love u sorry this is so late and also got......a lil crazy

warning: another luke smut? truly just self indulgence if im being 100% honest, some hella lax choking, light dirty talk, technically public sex

a/n: someone tell me to stop writing for luke thanks. as always, feedback is very much appreciated :-) <3

When you get out of the lap pool, all your muscles are loose and weak. The chlorine has settled in your hair and its distinct scent surrounds you as your tired legs carry you to your towel; you drop into a chair as soon as you reach one, ignoring the cold metal beneath your legs as you delight in the relaxation. Your breathing is hard and your heart is pounding as you gulp as much water as possible from your water bottle. All summer you had meant to make it to the pool, you honestly had. But you had been so preoccupied with cutting a million things off your bucket list before school started that you just forgot.

You felt that regret now, wishing you had just gone a couple times a month. That would have saved you the next three days of sore muscles. Your knees are already beginning to bruise from neglecting the stairs out of the pool by pulling yourself up from the edge. When you try to run a hand through your hair, your fingers get caught in the knots created by the chlorine; you groan, not even close to ready to brush it out later. For now, you pull it into a scrunchie high on the crown of your head while you bask in your dread. You’re standing up when the door to the pool opens; it surprises you enough to make you jump, your tired muscles clenching in fright. You had made it a point to wake up early enough to get to the pool and finish well before the kids and their babysitters started pouring in. When you look at your phone, it’s only 7:15. You look up to meet eyes with a tall, grinning blonde.

“(Y/N)!” He exclaims, making you smile back widely.

“Hi, Luke!” You greet, wrapping your arms around his warm, bare torso when he pulls you in for a hug.

Luke was a senior this year, and captain of the swim team. The two of you had gotten pretty close last year as he had always volunteered to drive the underclassmen home in the minivan he had inherited from his mother. You had almost exclusively gotten the front seat, and you were always last to be dropped off which inevitably led to the two of you gossiping about the other people on the team. Luke had most definitely made your transition into high school much more comfortable, and you always made sure to let him know.

“You excited for swim to start?” He asks, and you glare at him with playful eyes.

“Take another look at me and ask that question again.” You deadpan. He giggles, his eyes bright and you can’t help but let loose a smile. “What about you?”

“Of course.” His voice is light as he sets his things on the bench next to you. You can’t help but watch as the muscles of his shoulders ripple and you avert your eyes quickly.

It was no secret to your friends that you had a big schoolgirl crush on Luke. The close friendship the two of you shared had tricked your heart into developing feelings for him and as much as you tried to deny it, you really did adore Luke with everything in you.

“I should’ve kept up on workouts this summer.” You scold yourself to him and he shrugs.

“I only started a few weeks ago. The season doesn’t technically start for another two months, and we don’t start practices for another month.” You stare at him and he laughs again, shaking his head. “You have time. And if you need motivation, we can work out together.” He suggests.

You struggle to keep the grin off your face as you give him a casual smile. “Yeah, that sounds good. When do you usually come?”

“Just around this time on Mondays and Thursdays. I’ll text you on Thursday and I’ll just pick you up on my way here. Sound good?”

You nod as your lips quirk up. You stand, grabbing your keys and your swim bag, bidding him a quick farewell and turning your back to him so he couldn’t see the face-splitting grin you were sporting.

Despite your sore muscles, you felt better that day than you had all summer.

Thursday morning, you’ve gone through all the possible scenarios in your head. You aren’t anxious, because you’re already close to Luke, but you are excited. So excited that you can’t sit down. Your swim bag has been unpacked and repacked enough times that you could take a mental inventory. You’re just putting on a loose shirt over your shorts and swimsuit when your phone chimes.

Luke: I’m outside :-)

You slide your jandals on and grab your bag and water bottle from your bed before rushing to the front door. You close it behind you, allowing the late summer air of the early morning wash over you. You turn to face Luke’s car, which had been replaced and was no longer a minivan.

A sleek black car sits in your driveway and your narrow your eyes in confusion, but your pace stays constant when you see Luke’s smiling face in the driver’s side.

“New wheels?” The words have fallen from your lips as soon as you’re settled in the soft leather seats. Despite how early it is, the air conditioner is blasting and a Hippo Campus song is pouring lowly from the speakers.

He chuckles softly, shrugging. “Been saving up for a few years and the minivan died, so there was no better time.”

He pulls out of the driveway and you look over at him, watching carefully as he taps his fingers on the wheel to the beat of the music. The car smells of leather and chlorine from yours and Luke’s duffel bags by your feet and in the backseat, respectively. You smile softly at him and turn away, looking out the window.

In an unfairly short amount of time, you’re parked in the parking lot of the indoor pool and you’re stepping through the doors, the humidity already hitting you. Luke smiles at the girl standing behind the counter, a girl you recognize as the teacher’s aide for your biology class last year. You think she’s in Luke’s grade, and you think you catch her with a disdainful look when she sees you behind the tall blonde. You smile at her anyway and walk through the doors leading to the locker rooms and the water. The two of you skip past the lockers and walk straight for the pool.

There’s music playing over the speakers, echoing around the room and suddenly, you’re nervous. You don’t understand why, because you’d swam with Luke a hundred times before, but for some reason, things were different now.

It’s almost two full hours before the two of you are ready to call it good. You’re sore, but not nearly as sore as you were on Monday. Luke’s giggling at you as you struggle to get out of the water, your aversion to ladders still very much apparent.

“C’mere.” He chuckles, moving toward you and outstretching a hand. You grip it tightly with both hands and he uses his other hand to grip your own forearm. With a foot as high on the wall as you can get it, Luke’s body pulls back and you’re suddenly out of the water, your feet on the slick ground as the tall blonde before you allowed his hand to fall from your arm to your back to ensure your stability.

Whatever snicker was once floating through the air from either of you had disappeared as you looked up at him, his hand firmly against the small of your back holding you to him as you gripped his hand in both of yours. He takes a deep breath, and suddenly both of your hands are off of him and he’s taking a step back. You allow yourself to laugh in order to lighten the mood, walking carefully to where your bags sat.

“Are you gonna shower, or do you just want to dip?” You ask, grabbing your towel and wiping off your face.

Against Luke’s better judgment, he decides to go straight home. You both towel off, pulling your clothes back on, pushing away the slight awkwardness by throwing jokes back at one another. By the time you get back to his car, the two of you are back to normal and you’re careful to keep your wet hair from dripping on his nice leather seats. The ride to your house is full of music and jokes and laughs. When he pulls into your driveway, he puts his car in park and turns to look at you.

“Do you want to you go out? Like on a date?”

You’re shocked at his words, and in a rare moment of bravery, you look at him with wide eyes. “Are you telling me this wasn’t a date?” You tease, making him groan. “Yes, Luke. I would love to go on a date with you.”

“Great. Is Saturday okay?” He asks, and you nod, a large smile on your face.

You lean across the center console and press a chaste kiss to his cheek before hopping out, swiftly making your way to the front door and letting yourself inside. With pink cheeks and a squeal, you can’t help but immediately begin planning.

“This isn’t lame, is it?” Luke’s voice breaks through the low chatter of silverware against ceramic plates and talks in the diner. You laugh softly and shake your head, the air conditioning blasting through the restaurant despite the fact that the sun was down.

“No, I love it here. You know that.” You assure the blonde boy sitting across from you. Maddy’s was a cute little diner that had been settled early in the sixties just down the street from your neighborhood. It was always packed full of teenagers, as it was the only restaurant in town that was cheap enough to go regularly and open 24 hours a day. You adored Maddy’s, and Luke was well aware.

“I wanted to take you somewhere new, but I forgot to make reservations somewhere.” He says bashfully. It’s rare for Luke to look so shy, and it almost takes you off guard. Almost. You smile softly at him from across the table.

“This is perfect.” You say. He grins.

The smell of hamburgers and fries arises quickly as Hallie, a sweet girl in the grade between yours and Luke’s brings your food to the table. “Alright, guys, is there anything else I can get for you?” She asks, and Luke shakes his head with a friendly smile.

“No, thank you, Hallie.” He says warmly. You watch Hallie fight the blush that takes over her cheeks as she nods and walks away. You look at him in awe and he looks back at you in confusion. “What?”

“How the hell do you do that?’ You inquire, and he furrows his brows.

“Do what?” He retorts, grabbing a few fries from the overflowing basket before him. You roll your eyes.

“Get every single girl you talk to fall at your feet.” You say, causing him to scoff loudly.

“I don’t.” He says, and you laugh sarcastically.

“You’re kidding. All you had to do was smile at Hallie to make her blush, and I’m pretty sure the girl at the pool wants to hang me by my ankles every time she sees us together. Every girl that’s ever laid eyes on you is automatically entranced, follows your every move right on your heels.” You say, picking at your own food.

“Not every girl.” He says. You look up at him, seeing a small smile play on his lips.

“Maybe some of us are resistant to your charm.” You tease. Luke chuckles, shaking his head.

“Have I told you just how gorgeous you look tonight?” He says, a smirk tugging at his lips as you kick his leg softly under the table.

“Laying in on a little thick there, Hemmings,” You giggle. “but thank you.” Luke catches one of your legs between his, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he smiles sweetly and picks up his food.

The two of you remained in the diner for several more hours, giggling loudly and playfully teasing one another. By the time you leave, Maddy’s is nearly empty. The only booth left, a group of boys, whoop loudly at the two of you as you step out the door and Luke glares hard at them, but you can’t help the soft laugh that falls from your lips.

The walk back to your house envelops the two of you in a warm breeze. Your arm brushes Luke’s every once in a while as the two of you speak softly. The walk to your house isn’t nearly long enough, and when the two of you are standing under your porch light, Luke pretends that he doesn’t realize how warm it is, his large hands rubbing your bare arms. “We should do this again.” He says. You smile up at him and nod. His eyes flicker to your lips, before he leans down and presses his lips to yours. You raise up on your toes, gripping the tee shirt at his waist while one of his hands fell to your hip and the other to your lower back. You moan softly as Luke pulls you into him, parting your lips slightly to allow him access.

He pulls away a few seconds later, his breathing slightly heavier than normal. “So, we’re still on for Monday?” He jokes. You laugh softly, resting your forehead on his chest.

“Yeah, I suppose so.”

He presses a chaste kiss on your lips before hopping down the stairs, sending a soft smile over his shoulder before making his way home.

You smile gently, letting yourself inside and ignoring your heavily beating heart.

When you wake on Monday, you get ready a little too quickly. You’re excited to see Luke after your date on Saturday, more excited than you are nervous. The part of your subconscious that doesn’t want you to be happy makes you worry that Luke has realized that you’re too immature for him, or not pretty enough, or generally not interesting enough.

You choose to ignore that part of your brain.

It isn’t long before Luke’s name pops up on your phone to inform you that he’s parked out front, so you grab your swim bag from the foot of your bed and rush outside to see him. The sun shines in your eyes and reflects off of the black car in your driveway, so you squint on your way to your seat.

“Good morning,” he sing-songs, and you smile sweetly at him.

“Good morning.” You mimic him. He chuckles softly, allowing his hand to fall to your thigh as he reverses out of your driveway.

“Are you ready for training today?” He asks, and you roll your eyes, your hand moving to rest on top of his.

“I’m sure I can handle whatever you throw at me.” You laugh, and he shakes his head.

“Don’t think I’m gonna go easy on you just because I think you’re cute,” he teases, and you ignore the blush raising up your neck. “I let you off easy on Thursday because it was your first workout with me, but today we’re working hard.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” You assure him.

Less than half an hour later, you’ve sprawled yourself across the cement next to the pool, Luke staring at you from the water.

“Remember how confident you were that you could handle this?” He teases, and you move your head to glare at him.

“Fuck off.” You groan. He laughs.

“You calling it quits?” He asks you.

“God, yes. Put me out of my misery.” You whimper. You aren’t usually one to admit defeat, but you can barely breath. Luke pulls himself out of the pool and you watch him, blushing at the sight of his strong arms lifting him out of the water. He stands above you and you stare up at him, lazily reaching your hand out to him. He chuckles softly, gripping your hand and pulling you up as well. His hand rests on your hip, pulling you into him, much like Saturday night.

“Hello.” He teases, and you groan again, resting your head against his chest and sighing, allowing your breathing to slow.

“Why do you hate me?” You ask him sarcastically. He laughs loudly, hugging you close to him. Your arms wrap around him.

“I don’t hate you, I adore you.” He says, rubbing your back. “How ‘bout we go out to breakfast?” He suggests. You lean back, your arms still around one another as you stare up at him.

“Can I shower first? I smell like chlorine.” You say, and he scoffs with a smile.

“Yeah, we’ll shower.” He says with a nod, leaning down to your height. You grin, stepping up on your toes to press your lips to his. His tongue immediately runs along your bottom lip, urging you to open your mouth. You, of course, indulge him and part your lips, his tongue running across the roof of your mouth. You shudder against him, and in turn, feel how excited he’s gotten. He moans softly into your mouth and your hands grip his back, your fervor increasing. He pulls away with heavy breathing, resting his head against your own. “We’d better get going.” He says, and you nod.

Letting go of him, the two of you walk closely together until you get to the adjacent doors of the two locker rooms. “I shouldn’t be long, maybe ten minutes?” You say, and he nods swiftly, carefully trying to conceal his hard-on. You turn on your heel, walking quickly into the locker room behind you.

You’re only slightly overwhelmed because now you know that Luke is as attracted to you as you are to him. Also, because you know that less than twenty feet from you, he’s just as turned on as you are.

In a moment of uncharacteristic boldness, you turn around and walk confidently into the men’s locker room across the hall. “Luke?” You call out, already hearing the running water.

“(Y/N)?” He asks, and at the sound of his voice, all confidence that had filled you just seconds before has been lost as quickly as it had come across you as you blanch. This is weird, it’s so weird, and you’re embarrassed.

“I-um...I think I forgot m-my soap, so...do you have any extra, maybe?” It’s a poor excuse, and you know it before it even falls from your lips.

Luke laughs. He already knows. “C’mere.” He says, soft but demanding. You listen to him, walking timidly to the running shower. The air is steamy and you’re acutely aware of his swimsuit draped over the bench near his bag. With a quick glance to the clock, ensuring it was still far too early for any of the usuals to come, you reach his shower. His eyes lock on you immediately, his hand reaching out for you. You take a step forward, bringing yourself into reaching distance as he grips your hip and presses you against him. While you had avoided looking at his lower half when you stepped into the shower, you know now that you didn’t need to. You can feel him pressing against you. “Now, what’re you doing in here?” He asks, his voice significantly lower now than it had been before.

“Um...I don’t know, I guess. Looking for you.” You’re much shyer than you felt was appropriate, considering the two of you were one layer away from being completely bare against one another.

His fingers play with the zipper on your suit, looking to you for permission. You nod softly, staring up at him as he unzips it, pulling the straps off your shoulders. “Looking for me, huh?” He looks up just before your suit uncovers your breasts and closes the curtain behind him. He looks back to you with a sweet smile, the change in his demeanor sudden. His hands return to the top of your suit and, with one more look for the go-ahead, he pulls it down to your waist. His hands immediately move to your chest, leaning down to attach his lips to your exposed decolletage. He pushes the rest of your suit down and when you kick it off, he bends down, grabbing it from around your ankles and hanging it on the hook across from you.

You giggle at his care for your swimsuit and he smiles at you, before kneeling again and kissing up your leg. Whatever laugh was left on your lips is immediately cut off by the deep breath you take. His hands hold your hips tightly as his lips move right up to the crux of your thighs before moving to the bottom of your other leg. You can’t do anything to slow your heavy breathing as you watch him, your hand reaching down to wrap into his hair. He looks up to you, sees the desperation on your face, and smirks. His hand hooks around your ankle and throws your leg over his shoulder, leaving you exposed to him. He hums softly, before leaning forward and licking a thick stripe up your slit. You moan loudly and he leans back to look up at you. “Baby, you’ve got to be quiet.” He insists, and you nod with a lip between your teeth. He resumes, taking another long swipe over you slit before wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking softly. He moans against you and grips your hip firmly.

Your hand flies to your face to cover your mouth. “Oh, my god,” you murmured. The hand still curled in his hair tugs lightly to get his attention. He pulls away and you remove your leg from over his shoulder, pulling him up to stand before you. He licks his lips before he presses them to yours, the taste of yourself still lingering. His lean body presses you against the wall. Your hand reaches between your bodies, finding his cock and wrapping your hand around him. He gasps against your mouth as you lazily stroke him. You shudder at the size of him in your hand, breaking the kiss to look down at where you’re holding him. You moan outright at the sight of it, as does he. He kisses you chastely again before gripping your wrist and pulling your hand off of him. “I want to fuck you.”

Too turned on to say give a proper response, you say, “I’m on the pill.”

Luke silently thanks god. You thank your dermatologist.

His hand grips your thigh, hooking your leg around his hips. “Y’want me to fuck you?” He murmurs.

His words shock you and it’s all you can do not burst into tears. You nod fervently, “Please. Please, Luke.” Your hips move toward him, causing him to chuckle. His hips meet yours, rubbing himself against you without slipping inside. You whimper, both of your hands gripping his biceps.

“C’mon, pretty girl, can I hear you say it?” He asks, his voice sweet, a stark contrast against the way his cock is slipping through your folds.

“I want you to fuck me, Luke. Please.” You moan. The desperation in your voice is clear and he moans, gripping himself and pushing in.

Your fingernails dig into his shoulders, both of your faces screwed up in pleasure as he gives you a moment to adjust to him. As soon as he draws his hips back, you realize you’ve only felt half of him inside you and you whimper again, pulling him close to you. He pushes in again, settling fully inside of you. You moan loudly, biting your lips as Luke’s hand immediately covers your mouth. He begins to thrust, setting a steady pace. Your nails continue to dig into his shoulders as his dig into your hips, holding you in place with his free hand as he thrusts into you. The hand covering your mouth slips down to wrap gently around your throat and you have to force yourself to keep quiet. “Faster, Luke. Please.” You beg, one of your hands reaching to grip the wrist resting on your chest.

He complies, drawing his hips back and pounding into you. All you can hear is running water and Luke’s skin slapping against yours, and all you can feel is Luke slamming into you. The hand holding your hip moves to your clit, the speed and strength of his hips not subsiding. His fingertips rub your clit firmly as he leans in to speak to you.

You’re embarrassingly close for how short the two of you have been going, and the sound of his voice only brings you closer to the brink of your orgasm. “S’that feel good? You like when I fuck you like that?” He asks heavily, panting in your ear.

“Yes, Luke, fuck,” You moan, pulling him closer to you as you moan into his shoulder.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” He moans, and if you weren’t so close to coming that you were almost hysterical, you’d giggle at how vocal he is.

“Oh, my god. I’m close, Luke, please,” You’re babbling, but seeing him begin to lose control shows you that he’s close too. He hums, adding more pressure to your clit and attaching his lips to the junction of your neck and shoulder, and this is exactly what pushes you over the edge.

Your brows furrow and your head tilts back against the wall behind you as your orgasm washes over you. You walls clench around Luke and his hips stutter. “Oh, fuck, (Y/N),” he groans against your neck as you trigger his orgasm. The fingers wrapped around your neck tighten slightly as he comes in you, a loud moan falling from his lips. Your own hand covers his mouth, causing you to giggle softly as he twitches against you. “Jesus Christ.” He says softly. He pulls out and you drop your leg, allowing your body to rest against the wall behind you. Both of you are breathing heavily but this doesn’t stop him from pressing a kiss to your lips, pulling you close to him. “Are you good?” He asks after he pulls away, and you can’t help but smile at him.

“Absolutely.” You say, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. The two of you stand under the running water for only a minute or two before Luke breaks the silence.

“So...breakfast?”

[evesbeve]

Hellion, im a Ninja go can but I can't find those character and number things Like that other guy asked for Cole? I was wondering if you could do all the numbers but for Kai? I hope You have an awesome day!!

Send me a character + a number and I’ll tell you my headcanons for:

“Hellion, im a Ninja go can” is the biggest power move of a sentence you could have started this ask with. Also a power move? The fact that people are finding this ask challenge from a year ago.

SO OF COURSE I’M GONNA DO IT, I LOVE KAI NINJAGO WITH ALL I HAVE!

1. Their physical weak spots

His sides, and Nya uses it against him so much. She pokes him to get what she wants and Kai JUMPS on furniture to avoid her.

2. Their emotional/moral weak spots

His pride. Kai hates to be proven wrong, and always wants to be in the right. He blames himself for many things already, and that’s why he hates making mistakes. He doesn’t easily get over them.

3. Scars or painful spots

His most iconic scar is above across his left eye (I will always stan the OG Lego sets for that detail), but god. Kai has so many scars from when he used to be a blacksmith AND from battles. His hands are just filled with scars.

4. Best places to kiss on their body

hIS HAND. He always kisses other people’s hands because he thinks it’s the most romantic thing ever, and he is so offended when no one picks up on the fact that he wants hand kisses too, dammit!

5. Guilty pleasures

Done this one already here, but I’d like to add up on it since it’s been a year: You know how when you make popcorn (especially microwave popcorn) it leaves some butter around the bag/bowl? Kai eats that for breakfast he finds it so tasty. He and Nya used to make popcorn a lot when they were little, and he’d take a spoon and SCOOP THE THING OUT AND EAT IT.

No, I will neither confirm nor deny whether I did this as a kid or not. Next question.

6. Their vices (physical or emotional)

Kai Ninjago is a hot-head. He snaps when he is mad without thinking, and oh boy, he regrets the things he says so much afterwards, ‘cause people Get Hurt™.

7. Their tickle spots

As said before, he has VERY sensitive sides. Also his armpits.

8. Bad memories/experiences

When Nya was kidnapped in the pilots? The ANXIETY that grew inside of him can’t be explained with words.

His parents disappeared when he was little, and the thought of losing his sister too? Nope, nope, nope. Save him.

9. Humiliating memories

When he tried to fight Garmadon to prove he is the green ninja in season one, NO ONE EVER LIVES IT DOWN, OKAY. HE WAS SO INTO THE MOMENT SCREAMING ABOUT HIS POWER AND HE IS SO ASHAMED OF IT.

No one really blames him but,,, they never leave him alone about it.

OH AND ALSO WHEN HE PROCEEDED TO PUT ON THE GREEN NINJA GI AND POSE AND SCREAM NCFHREJD I’m sorry I love Kai, okay

10. Fears/phobias

We all know that boo is afraid of water, and he’s valid for it. Also gingerbread men and elves. I STILL need context to that.

11. Bad or petty habits

(I don’t know how much worse it can get after the popcorn one but) he tends to play with his hand scars? Like he’ll pick on them and “Wait is that blood, crap”. He doesn’t realise he’s doing it, most of the time.

12. Grudges and vendettas

A grudge he’s not quite over yet is definitely on Chen. Also Krux and Acronix, for obvious reasons.

13. What gets them flustered

Any throwback to his childhood. He has walked in on Nya telling the others stories too many times to count, and he HATES it.

14. Ingrained habits/forces of habit

The thing I had written about guilty pleasures a year ago fits here perfectly to be honest. He LOVES playing with other people’s hair, so he just… does. He makes tiny braids with his own hair when Wu is teaching them something, he twirls it, runs his fingers through it…

And he knows how to do the BEST hairstyles, okay? He learned for Nya when they were little, and now the entire team gets a makeover.

15. What it takes to make them cry

“Kai, you’ll be teaming up with Jay.”

16. Dark secrets/’skeletons in the closet’

Sometimes when he is angry, he takes part in boxing matches, just like in season four after Zane’s “death”. It’s tied to bad memories, so he doesn’t want the others to know.

17. Regrets

Too many to count. He always regrets getting into fights with the others though. It hurts him to fight with his family :c

18. Things they’ll never admit

I still stand by the thing I wrote a year ago. You can see it here!

19. People they’ve hurt or indirectly killed, and how it affected them

It’s scary for him every time they take another bad guy down. Yes, they were bad people, but what if. He’s okay with putting their enemies in Kryptarium, but when it comes to banishing or even killing, it never leaves his mind. (He still feels guilty for what happened to Garmadon after the tournament, even if it wasn’t directly his fault.)

20. What-ifs/Alternate Timelines

Hairstylist, FIGHT ME. If he’d never become a ninja, he and Nya would move in Ninjago City, eventually, and he’d have his own hair salon and he’d ROCK it. I love him.

21. Turning points in their life

Realising he wasn’t meant to be the green ninja but to protect him? I mean, that really changed the way he saw things, and not just with Lloyd. It opened up his horizons and he expanded his state of mind, letting him see more points of views in missions and his everyday life.

22. People who’ve influenced them greatly

It’s pretty safe to say that the entire team changed his life. He considers everyone his family, and he loves them so so so much. Kai can’t see himself without them by his side

Thank you so much for the ask!! Honestly I loved writing these, even if my blog isn’t exclusively for Ninjago anymore. I love this show and all its dumb children ;w;

[u-flower-u-feast]

♡TAG CHAIN♡

i was tagged by @harry-did-that  who constantly challenges me with the toughest questions and scenarios lol!!! Thanks honey!!💖💖💖💖 

im tagging @harryzayn​, @heliosfleur​, @haesthete​, @luvinari​, @anotherblackharrie​, and anyone else who wants to (i just finished this and im exhausted and can’t think of anyone else lol!!)

Rules: answer the questions given to you by the tagger, write questions of your own, and tag people!

🌸The questions I was given🌸

1. when and how did you become a fan? give me all the details and feelings hit me with that nostalgia! Tbh I was one of those snooty hoes who hated wmyb and was like “If they’re saying what makes you beautiful is that you don’t know your beautiful....... Then what happens when you finally think you’re beautiful??? They probably wouldn’t think your beautiful anymore” laskjdlkajslkdja!! But after faking like I hated the song, this girl in my science class came up to me and was like *Slams down some random teen mag with the boys on the cover* “Pick one!!”......... And I was like “Uhhhhh..... No thanks??” and she just kept getting on my nerves about picking one, she eventually said if i picked one that she’d leave. So I looked............. and I said *pointing to harry and zayn* “Either him or him” and she had the nerve to be like “No!!! You cant have him (Zayn) he’s mine!”........ me:

and since that moment of childish, superficial, decision-making........ I’ve been a dead hoe 4 harry.

2. whats ur fave 1d moment/memory? I’m blanking all of a sudden alksjdlakjslkdj!!! All I can think of rn is when harry almost died on 1d day tryna pull that cute ass stunt

Pretty much..... 1d day in general laksjdlkajls!!!

(Me too harry lol) Harry looked so divine??? So yeah lol!! 1d day for sure

3. if you were to fight harry how would you go about it

Sis........... I’ve been dreaming about this. In a perfect scenario, we’d be friends already so he knows that i’m fighting him with love from the deepest, darkest, coldest, crevices of my heart. So, it’d have to be a time when we’re just hanging out somewhere, preferably in someones (preferably mine) apartment/house. We’d be watching queer eye or something gay, and discussing what from this seasons gucci line we’re gonna buy. When all of a sudden i’ll go in for a random, friendly hug, and he’ll accept...............................................................To his DEMISE!!! CAUSE I would bite his ear (not off, just to clarify lol!! Just a nip lol!!) and go straight for his neck and choke him out alskdjlksjldjka!! He’d probably start panicking, but at this point i’d tell him how long i’ve been waiting to do this, and that i’m doing this out of love............ nothing but pure love. So when he blacks out and wakes up laid out on the couch, with me placing a cold ice pack on his head, he’ll probably ask me what tf happened....... So i’ll tell him the truth, and tell him that he fainted and started convulsing and that i had to call 911 (or whatever the emergency # is wherever we are) and they told me what to do over the phone; and that by the time they got there he had settled down and was fine, but i needed to apply a cold press to his head where he fell and make sure he has solid food on his stomach.😇😇😇

4. so like, if we had 1d (ot4/ot5 idc) locked in a room and given them truth serum slkdnlksdnf sorry for this au but, what 3 questions would you ask them (feel free to do more than 3 its been almost 8 years full of lies so)

I’ll give you one for each year of lies aksljdlakjslkd!!

1- What the fuck were Zayn and Harry laughing about on 1d day?

2- What is each of their honest opinions on the others??

3- Crystabel Riley....... Thats all I’ll say on that..... But I want the truth lol!!

4- Why tf Zayn had the nerve to say that he and Harry never talked???

5- The Infinity video????

6- If they hadn’t known Zayn was gonna leave, who would they truly want to leave the band????? Or! If they could sacrifice one of the others for Zayn to stay, who would they sacrifice??????

7- Did Liam really think that Japan would be hotter cause its “near Australia”??????? (a waste of a question, but a question i need to ask for myself lol!!)

8- And because i’m nosy and would never ever ask any other time or under other circumstances; Out of all of the people they’ve been rumored to have been dating/dated, how many have they actually dated? and which ones??*Mainly this is for harry, but i’ll ask the others cause...... you know.....

5. tell me some of your fave people on here (treat ppl with kindness spread love n all that look at me being a proper Harrie™)

I have a couple of faves lol! I love @harryzayn she’s amaaaazingggggggg even tho she tries me on a daily basis alskjdlkajsldkj!! Oh!! And her moodboards (x) are spectacular, she’s legit the reason why I started doing moodboards (barely lol!! I’m lazy y’all, but she's not lol!!)

@haesthete She always has amazing hontent and is very sweet and kindddddd lol!! And is always (in my opinion) on the right side of henny serious harry drama

@luvinari is an absolute angel who blesses my dash with harry and ariana and others i can think of rn lol!! 

@bluehydrangeia She fills my dash with my mother lana del rey, harry, and aesthetic!! That and I never fail to get more literature knowledge from her lol!

Theres a lot more, but when I’m put on the spot i blank out lol!! If we’ve EVER talked, or interacted you’re probably on this list too lol!!

6. signature scent/ favorite perfume(s)?

I don’t really have a signature perfume, but I like to mix cherry and vanilla body sprays lol!! That! Or warm vanilla honey/toasted hazelnut from b&bw  

7. please tell me a random fact or story about you, give me that Exclusive knowledge

Ummmmm....... My *tries to remember while sitting down* right side of my hip is double jointed lol!! That and i entered 2 different kinds of writing contest and won both of them lol!! Ya gurl is actually good at writing believe it or not alskjdlakjs!!! Bonus! I’ve actually gotten too deep in my feels a couple times and wrote fics for @harryzayn to read lmaooo!!!

8. money, body issues, and all that shit aside, what would your dream fashion aesthetic be?

..........Rianne you hate me lol!! I have about 50 aslkdjalskjdl!! So I’ll give you a top 5!

1- Rocker Chic

2- Simplistic Minimalist

3- 70s Kween

4- Eclectic Bitch

5- Rich Business Hoe

(Bonus!)6- Flashy young rich trophy wife having a night out

9. would you rather have: the cut bits of carpool karaoke like the mcdonalds drive through, audio’s of all the 70 songs harry wrote (yes including baby honey), the infinity music video, the 900 hours of unseen this is us footage, harry’s dunkirk audition tape, a recording of that alleged hour long zarry phonecall when zayn left, or a copy of nialls folder full of unseen selfies with his boys. you kno what im nice you can have two

You are so fucking rude rianne alskjdlkajsjdalj!! I’m gonna go with...... All 70 of harry’s hidden ass songs. And............. *has mini existential crisis cause i can’t choose between the zarry phone call or the this is us footage* I’m gonna choose the this is us footage cause that would be a lot more positive *whispers: but if you want to be a super nice, cool, amazing, totally unique, game changing, never replicated friend........ You’d let me take the zarry call too lol!! *

10. whats something you’re proud of?

*Thinks hard for about 20 minutes.....* Umm I think im proud of the fact that, any musical instrument i’ve learned (3-4) i’ve taught myself??

11. something you regret?

Being too nice to people who didn’t deserve that from me.

12. what bothers you? here’s a chance to… go off

People who have literally no musical talent, but feel the need to go on mile long rants about musicians/artist they don’t like and try to simplify any musical or artistic process like making (GOOD) music is simple and easy.

On the other hand, musicians with absolutely no musicianship at all, who get by based on looks or a really weirdly strong fan base despite....their....lack........of talent??? (Bonus trash points if they’re also just really shitty people in general)

People who feel the need to bring up negative shit in the middle of anything happy. Like??? We could all be having a party over harry painting his nails black, and they could be like “Why tf is his nail polish chipped already??? He was probably picking at it cause the devil jeff made him do it” Like????? Shut tf up cindy (Also this is a made up scenario lol!!)

...... Pms?? The thought of having to pay bills?? Taxes??? The government???? The patriarchy??????

💖💕✨🌻 so here’s my questions🌻✨💕💖

1. There are two types of people in this world. What are the two types?

2. If you had to lock away 3 of ot5 in an underground cave, who would you lock away??

3. If you could have a never-ending candle that smelled like anything you wanted, what fragrance would you want it to be?

4. An interesting au question i just though of lol! You’re chilling at home, when all of a sudden you get a call from Harry. You answer it only to find out that he has you on a party line with the other boys. They’re all panicking cause they’re having different emergencies and they all need your singular help, but they’re all in different locations 20 minutes away from you. They’re all convinced you’re their best friend and that you’ll help them first. You can only help 3 and the other two have to figure their problem out on their own, or face the consequences. Who do you help first, and so on? (and yes the bottom 3 will be mad at you. The person in 2nd place will be disappointed but they’ll eventually get over it.)

5. Whats your favorite *insert ur fave 1d member here* look?

6. What would be the scariest monster you could imagine?

8. If your life was a book, what would it be titled?

6. Quick! You just won the lottery, what are the first 3 things you buy?

9. Would you rather have: True love, but live in less than ideal conditions. Or Be rich, but be married to someone you despised?

10. Whats something you’re proud of?

11. Three personality traits you hate?

12. What are you afraid people see when they look at you?

[casper-has-a-cat]

WARNING: descriptions of vomit below!

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Kuroo didn’t like labels.  They made things feel deceptively permanent, falsely mutually exclusive, and generally excessively dramatic.  Thus, he tried not to label his days as being “good” or “bad.”  Today, however, was an exception.

Although he hadn’t woken up on the wrong side of the bed, per say, he had woken up on the floor, and with a terrible crick in his neck at that.  Which sucked, but at that point he was still able to convince himself that it wasn’t a bad enough to be a Bad™ day yet.

Then he realized he’d woken up an hour and a half late and he decided that it at least had potential.  

He rushed to get ready, knowing he’d miss first and second period at the very least, but hoping to make it to third period on time since he had a Statistics exam.  The getting ready went pretty smoothly, and Kuroo started to think that maybe the day would get better.

Needless to say, he was wrong.

There was no food in his house.  None.  He’d forgotten to get the groceries last night, and this was the result.  He slammed the cabinet door shut, losing his cool a bit before reminding himself to stay calm.  He managed to do so, right up until he saw the unread messages on his phone screen.

From: Kitten Time: 6:45 am where r u

From: Kitten Time: 6:53 am r u coming

Call from: Kitten Time: 6:55 am

From: Kitten Time: 7:02 am we r gonna b late

Call from: Kitten Time: 7:02 am

From: Kitten Time: 7:03 am im gonna skip if u do

From: Kitten Time: 7:03 am i dont want to go today

Call from: Kitten Time: 7:03 am

Call from: Kitten Time: 7:04 am

Call from: Kitten Time: 7:04 am

Call from: Kitten Time: 7:04 am

Call from: Kitten Time: 7:05 am

From: Kitten Time: 7:05 am moms making me go

“Shit!”  He couldn’t help it.  This time he shouted out loud.  One good thing was that since his parents were out of town, nobody heard him, but it didn’t make him feel much better.  By the time he texted Kenma back his hands were shaking and his head was pulsing vaguely behind his eyes.

To: Kitten Time: 9:24 am Kenma I am so sorry I totally overslept.  Hang in there.  I’m on my way.

And then he was, as he had told Kenma, on his way, begrudgingly taking with him a headache instead of breakfast, but on his way nonetheless.  He was forced to make a large detour due to a new construction site’s cropping up.  He scowled.  Not only was it inconvenient, but they’d cut down his favorite tree.  It was where he’d first met Kenma.  And now suddenly it was gone forever.

By the time he got to school, it was already 20 minutes into third period.  Kenma still hadn’t responded to his text, Kuroo couldn’t stop thinking about how his favorite tree was gone forever, his head still hurt from having been unable to eat, and his neck still hurt from having fallen off his bed.  Basically, he felt like crying.  Instead, he shot Kenma another text and went to take his test.

To: Kitten Time: 10:30 am I’m sorry Kenma, I really am.  I’ll see you at lunch, okay?

During the test could barely focus.  He was so hungry, and the combination of the crick in his neck and his mild headache was really starting to get to him, making it hard to remember material even though he’d stayed up late memorizing it.  Still, he was nearly finished when the teacher stopped them.  Five minutes early.  Kuroo couldn’t believe it.  When the teacher came by he started to protest.

“Excuse me, but I believe we should have another five minutes?  I’m almost done, and-“

“Well, Mr. Tetsurou, maybe you should have thought of that before you came to the test 20 minutes late.”

“But-“  The teacher took his papers.  Kuroo sighed and relented.  It wasn’t like he really had a valid excuse anyway, and he was truly too exhausted to argue any further.

He slunk to the cafeteria, scrolling through his non-existent new text messages in a daze.  He wondered how angry Kenma was.  

Angry enough, he soon discovered, to avoid sitting at their usual table.

“Damnit,” he mumbled, wanting to kick himself.  He shook his head.  Kenma could be anywhere.  At the moment, however, Kuroo felt like if he didn’t eat, he would pass out, so he got in the lunch line.  It wasn’t until he was at the register that he realized: his wallet was gone.

As his hand searched his pocket, which had nothing in it but a hole, his face paled.  The lunch lady was glaring at him, tapping her fingers impatiently.

“I, uh,” he stuttered, still searching his pocket in disbelief even though he knew he wouldn’t find anything there.  His throat got tight in that way it did when he wanted to cry but refused to do so, and he opened his mouth to explain what had happened.

Just then, a small figure popped up beside him and stuck a wad of cash into his hand.  Kuroo looked down in surprise, then let out a breath of relief.  It was Kenma.  He was pouting and aggressively avoiding eye contact, but he was there.  Kuroo smiled, paid for his food, and then followed Kenma as he stalked away.  They ended up underneath a tree.  Kenma sat down with his back to it and started eating, just a bit.  Kuroo tried to sit next to him, but Kenma immediately scuttled to the opposite side of the tree so that their backs were to each other.

“Kenma…”  Kuroo spooned some of his lunch into his mouth.  Despite how hungry he was, he couldn’t appreciate the food when he was so worried about his best friend.  Hoping it would help him think more clearly, he made himself eat anyway.

“The teacher called me out for being late,” Kenma mumbled, not looking up from his food.

Kuroo’s throat tightened again.  He knew how much Kenma hated being the center of attention, and this time it was Kuroo’s fault that he’d been made the focal point for his entire class.

“I’m sorry, Kenma.  Really, I am,” Kuroo apologized, not knowing what else he could say.  He didn’t think telling Kenma that he’d been called out for being late, too, would help matters, and yet it felt like his brain was short-circuiting, only capable of looping through the day’s regrets and sending him sharp bursts of physical and psychological pain.

They ate in silence for the next fifteen minutes.  Then Kenma spoke up again.

“They cut down the tree.”

Kuroo looked up, hearing that Kenma’s voice was much closer than it had been before.  Sure enough, the smaller boy was now next to him.  He could see the slight crease in Kenma’s brow that meant he was upset.  Kuroo hated that Kenma was upset, but he was glad that the tree meant something to him, too.

“I know, Ki- uh, Kenma,” he corrected.  Kenma looked up from his game and gave Kuroo a long, bland stare.  Then he shrugged and turned back to his game.  They didn’t say much else before the bell rang and they had to go to class.

The second half of Kuroo’s day was nearly as bad as the first.  He was assigned group projects in all three of his afternoon classes.  He hated group projects with a passion, because it always meant working with idiots.  It didn’t help that his headache still hadn’t gone away, even though he’d been sure to eat more than enough at lunch.  He scowled, and tried to be nice to his group mates in spite of their infuriating stupidity.

He had at least been looking forward to practice, but when he got to the gym it was empty.  Then he remembered that the coach was out of town dealing with a family emergency and had cancelled practice.  Normally the team would meet anyway, but quite a few of the other team members had other events to attend today anyway and were taking advantage of the time off.  Kuroo pulled his phone out to text Kenma to ask where to meet him so they could walk home together, but could hardly believe the message on his screen.

From: Kitten Time: 2:52 pm im in a hurry, so ill go home ahead

Kuroo rubbed his temple.  Kenma was never in a hurry, so he must still be angry.  He’d thought they were on okay terms after lunch, but maybe he was wrong.  The thought only made his head hurt worse.

To: Kitten Time: 2:58 pm Are you still mad at me?  Kenma, I’m really sorry.

To: Kitten Time: 2:59 pm Be safe on your way home.

To: Kitten Time: 3:00 pm Text me when you get there?

Kuroo sighed.  He couldn’t force Kenma to respond, and he knew his friend wouldn’t answer a direct call, so he put his phone in his pocket - the one without a hole in it - and started walking back, slowly, and with his eyes trained on the ground.

It was, of course, only fitting, then, that he would be surprised by a sudden downpour about five minutes into the 25 minute walk.  He looked up at the sky for a moment.  Normally he would curse it out, but at this point he didn’t even have enough energy to do so.  He just blinked a few times and trudged on.

By the time he got home his new shoes were ruined, he was soaked to the bone, and his head was positively pounding.  It was so bad that he was having trouble seeing.  Nausea turned his stomach as he stumbled around his house closing all of the blinds and trailing water everywhere.  Finally, he made it to his room.  It was only when he was in his bed, curled up (still wet) around an empty trashcan and shaking like a leaf, that he allowed himself to admit that it had been a Bad™ day.  His phone pinged, but Kuroo was on the verge of falling asleep, so he half-subconsciously muted it and drifted off.

“…’uro.  Kuro, wake up.  Kuro, please.” Kuroo awoke to a soft voice.  He only just had time to recognize it as Kenma’s before his stomach flipped viciously.  He panicked for a moment, but fortunately the trashcan was still in his arms.  He sat up, ducked his head into it and was almost immediately sick.  The act of doing so only made his head hurt worse.

Kenma made a strangled, shocked noise, but caught his friend as he dipped sideways, dizzy and half blind from pain.

“-uck,” Kuroo mumbled, and then heaved and threw up again.  He blearily looked at the mess at the bottom of the trashcan and instantly vomited two more times at the sight of it.  When he was finally able to pull away, Kenma was looking at him with wide eyes.

“Kenma, I’m-“ Kuroo rasped, intending to apologize, but Kenma cut him off, a shaking hand wiping residual sick off of his face with a Kleenex.

“Are you sick?”  Kenma asked bluntly.  Kuroo shook his head minutely and winced.

“Migraine,” he muttered.

Kenma blinked at him and nodded.

“Kenma, why…?”

Kenma frowned.  “You didn’t get my text?”

Kuroo’s eyes darted to the desk stand where his phone lay, and Kenma had scooped it up without any hesitation.  If he’d been at 100%, Kuroo wouldn’t have made the mistake of looking at it in the first place.  If he’d been even 70%, he would have reacted much more quickly, quickly enough at least to get it out of Kenma’s hands before he read anything Kuroo didn’t want him to read.  As it was, he felt like he was dying a torturous death, so he ended up protesting only after Kenma was already staring at the screen.  In fact, he reacted just as Kenma’s eyes widened marginally, expression otherwise unreadable.

Kenma showed him the screen.  Sure enough, there it was.  That “From: Kitten.”  Kuroo’s face flared red in embarrassment.

“Kenma, I can expl-“

“I got your wallet.”  Kenma stated suddenly.

“What?”  Kuroo started to frown in confusion but a stab of pain to his head forced him to relax into a neutral expression again.  Kenma showed him the screen again, and Kuroo scrolled through his notifications in amazement.

From: Kitten Time: 3:29 pm coming over

From: Kitten Time: 3:30 pm found your wallet

Call from: Kitten Time: 3:30 pm

Call from: Kitten Time: 3:31 pm

From: Kitten Time: 3:32 pm is your phone broken

From: Kitten Time: 3:42 pm here

From: Kitten Time: 3:43 pm let me in

From: Kitten Time: 3:44 pm u shouldnt leave the door unlocked

“Kenma, did you really…?  In the rain?  You found…?”  Kuroo could hardly speak his throat was so tight with tears on the verge of spilling.  Kenma handed him his wallet.  It was soaked through, but it was undeniably his.  His credit card was there, his student ID was there, his insurance card…

He only barely prevented himself from sobbing, and only because he feared it would make his head hurt worse.  Then Kenma spoke up again, quieter this time.

“And… You can call me Kitten if you want to.”

That was it.  Even as it intensified his pain, Kuroo dissolved into tears.

“Kuro!”  Kenma tensed up and made to examine his friend for any further signs of pain or injury, but Kuroo held up a hand.

“’s okay, Ken- Kitten,” he mumbled, and then laughed.  “’s just been a really long day, and you made it so - hic! - so much better,” he explained.

“Kuro…”  Kenma whispered, reaching out a hand.

Then the nausea got the better of him and Kuroo lurched for the trashcan, retching painfully until he burped up the rest of his stomach contents.  Kenma made a face, but still wiped Kuroo clean before taking the trashcan away.  He moved to stand up, presumably to clean it out, but Kuroo grabbed his wrist.

“Stay?”

Kenma hesitated.  “I have to-“

“I’ll clean it later.  Actually, I’ll just throw it out.  Please, Kitten?”

A funny expression crossed over Kenma’s face then.  Something gentle, something vulnerable, maybe even emotional.  Kuroo couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was before it was gone, but it didn’t matter, because Kenma nodded, and then crawled into the bed.

It didn’t take long for Kuroo to fall asleep after that.  As he did so, he thought about what an incredible day it had been.  He smiled.

This was why he hated labels.

send me an ask!

[caratau]

Dad! Jeonghan.

Y’ALL HIS SMILE IS CATCHING ME OFF GUARD HELLA BAD

BUT YEAH

you guessed it bitch

you is pregnant

with this man’s cHILD CONSIDER YOURSELF BLESSED

honestly tho jeonghans family would be so fucking PRETTY AND BEAUTIFUL LIFE IS SO UNFAIR

ngl he’d set a certain amount of kids to have

won't follow it lmao you guys have too many sexy times i laUGH

has a good 3 or 4

only wanted 1 tbh

lovES THEM ALL EQUALLY THO OK

GUYS HONESTLY IM HAVING TO SCROLL DOWN SO THAT I DONT SEE JEONGHANS SMILE ITS ACC HURTING MY HEART

AND IS REALLY DISTRACTING

but yeAH

ngl he’d also be low-key stressed when you tell him you’re having the first one

it would happen during when SVT’s active as shit so he's all like ‘will thE BABY EVEN KNOW WHO I AM?!’

you're an emotional wreck when he drops to thE FLOOR IN STRESS LIKE GDI JEONGHAN NOT REALLY SHOWING A POSITIVE ATTITUDE

he sits there for a good 5 minutes

you start to cry and turN AROUND AND I TOLD Y’ALL THIS WAS GONNA BE ANGSTY HERE BITCH

he just holds you back by your legs

like

is literally hugging the back of them

you turn around and look down and he literally is an angel

he has this hopeful smile and somehow that itself is enough to stop you crying

“i know that I'm busy with my job but nothing will ever top my current priority that is you and our child.”

you cry

hell even I'm fucking crying

he ends up pulling you down into his lap and you cry for a good half an hour and I'm sorry for making you such an overemotional person but just for the sake of the au ok I'm sorry ILY

boy whispers a ton of sweet nothings into your ear and you're hella reassured that he isn't gonna go anywhere

my heart is acc in pain

i feel as if jeongHAN WOULD BE the good ass liar when you’d be pregnant like you’d ask ‘babe am i fat?’

‘you’re carrying a proof of our love, sweetie, you’re only full of our future :))))))))’

he’d have a savage partner during the time of pregnancy bc hormones

‘dino you're not my baby anymore’

dino: *is relieved and thanks you bc he’s tired of his hyung’s shit*

wilL take you anywhere and everywhere w him bc he only trusts himself

s.coups: “jeonghan, we’re only practicing, whats y/n doing here?”

jeonghan: “she was bored :)))))))”

you in the corner: “LIES”

its also cute in a way bc during breaks from practice, he’ll squeeze his head on your lap (the space that isn't covered by your bump) hella carefully and shit talk about being a better singer than all of the vocal unit

woozi exiles him

you get all cute and motherly w vocal unit too like they always have something or the other prepped for you whenever they’re told that you're coming along

seungkwan will sing some fine ass song to the bump and jeonghan pushes him to the side and overlays seungkwans voice w his bc ‘its mY CHILD BITCH, FITE ME’

joshua is shaking likE ‘JEONGHAN STOP SWEARING YOUR KID WILL PICK IT UP

but yeah seokmin always has a tea or cordial juice prepared and y’all are the acc only normal pair w no drama like he literally just asks if you and the baby have been doing ok and its like a literal mothers meeting 

on the DL whilst jeonghan is busy, the bump has exclusive access to the songs that have been picked for the comeback by uncle woozi like he’ll extend the earphone head thingy and he’ll just hold it to your bump and I'm writing more about svt than jeONGHAN FFS

i forgot to say that even tho jeonghan was dramatic at the announcement of his first child

boo you better know now that this guy’s laid-back as shit

even tho he has a band on your back at all times

would carry you in his arms if he could

he acc did like one time it rained and he waS LIKE NO I CANNOT LET YOU SLIp and y’all were also on the way to the clinic for an ultrasound so this extra ass boy literally carries you bridal style ffs i better have me a jeonghan when I'm pregnant

acc turns out to be more stressed out than you when you're in labour but doesnt show it like he knows he gotta be calm for his boo otherwise it'll all turn into a shit show and he’ll be screwed

gET YOUR HEAD iN THE GAME

he’ll honestly be a worry wart in his head whilst you're actually giving birth like he’ll regret making you go through all this pain just to give birth to his child and

once he hears that shrill little cry of a baby, he tears up

he kisses the hell out of your perspiring face and just thanks you a shit ton bc your babys finally here and he's just so damn thankful

lmao not when your baby ends up screaming at 4 in the morning for some milk

y’all had a girl btw, she grows to be aphrodite bc well her dads basically a gOD W THAT PRETTY FACE OF HIS JEONGHAN YOU HURT ME

jeonghan will honestly be the dad version of that one mum who will brag the shit out of their kids

not about achievements, about how good looking his children came out to be

remember when i said y’all have four kids at the beginning???

they all inherit thAT BEAUTIFUL SMILE IN THE GIF YOU BETTER FEEL BLESSED OK YOU GOT ANGELS COMING OUT OF YOUR SOUTHERN DISTRICT

BUT YEAH

will have a cuddle/sleep night from a long day of making that money

he's like in the middle of the bed and your litter of children just snuggle up to him 

that picture stays on the living room wall for even your grandkids to see

so cutE I CRI

will bless the childrens ears from birth with his heavenly voice

instead of brushing their teeth, dad!jeonghan stands behind his litter and raises his voice by each octave, his children following his lead w their toothbrushes at the side of their mouth

he and joshua shit talk about vocal unit and their kids

not in the mean way tho lmao they'll do that thing where they’ll be at the svt family reunion and will emphasise about how the rest of vocal unit are whipped for their kids (lmao as if they aren't already)

seungkwan cackles in the bg as jeonghan follows one from his litter bc apparently dino’s kid denied the fact that they were their baby

will most likely be the dad to have all types of connections if their child wishes to go into a certain career path

“you're sure you don't want me to call this uncle up? they have some great things that they can offer-” “daD NO” “fine.”

will also be shut down by his kids quite a lot w savage remarks

will not bow down to the spawn that he helped create

it becomes a war of savagery where relations are forgotten

his kids will also learn to cheat a lot

jeonghan gets a taste of his own medicine in monopoly

“how daRE YOU CHEAT I DIDNT RAISE YOU LIKE THIS

jeonghan’s partner: “jeonghan you literally cheat right in front of them and tell them tricks and tips on how to do so i’m-”

also

with such immense beauty comes immense confessions of love

you better think right that when a bf of his daughter’s comes home for the first time that he’ll be whistling like he's in no ones business and simply swinging a kiddy bat in a circle

jeonghan’s partner: “jeonghan he’s literally 8 and here on a play date”

jeonghan: eXACTLY, emPHASIS ON ‘DATE’”

that little boy also happens to be one of seungcheol’s kids so its not really coincidental that when baby cheol goes home, its at that time that jeonghan receives a call from cheol

“stOP THREATENING MY BOY” “IT WAS A KIDDY BAT” “STILL CLASSIFIES AS A WEAPON YOU A-HOLE” “OHMAGAAAAAAD”

oh yeah 

will sooooooOoOoOoOoOo be the dad that all the girls and even some boys crush on in high school

expect a sexy ass montage clip with the window rolled down and a hand going through his freshly dyed hair bc jeonghan doesnt believe in grey ones

15 year old bb girl jeonghan rolls her eyes and thumps her dads head before exiting the vehicle

“the disRESPEKT”

i feel as if this is shorter than dad!seungcheol but yeah, for years to come will jeonghan be boasting about his children going on to become great things

THE END :)

[takeachanceff]

Melina

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. We decided to stay at a hotel for the night. I couldn't go home and my moms place wasn't safe either. My eyes are heavy and my arm is killing me. I looked around to see where my mom was, once I realized she was gone I assumed she went down to get breakfast. I lifted Justin to other side everything of the bed as best I could. He finally tired himself out after crying most of the night asking where his daddy was. I couldn't even get the courage to give him a watered down version of whats going on. Justin is only two, he doesn't see his father as some dangerous drug guy. He only sees him as his daddy, so all I told him that he was gonna see him soon — that answer wasn't good enough. I sat up which I quickly regretted because I felt nauseous immediately after. I grabbed my phone off the dresser to see who called me. I had a few missed calls from both my parents and one from an unknown number. I felt myself ready to throw up, but I held it together with all thats going on the baby cant be stressed out.

That's easier said then done.

I called my mom back first and she answered in a few rings.

"Melina" she answered.

"Good morning" I said rubbing my head.

"Im glad that you're okay I called you but you didn't answer" she stated in a relieved tone.

"I was sleeping Justin kept me up all night" I said closing my eyes in hopes that my nausea would cease.

"He's finally sleeping?" She asked.

"Yeah I'm about to head back over to the jail to get Jason" I said getting out of bed heading to the bathroom.

"Im sending your brother with you I don't want you going out there alone" she said as I took my tooth brush out my bag. Not wanting to argue with her I just went ahead and agreed.

"Tell him be ready in 30 minutes Ill leave you the spare key to watch Justin" I said as I looked at my reflection. "Okay sweetie" we hung up and I stared at myself for a bit. I can see the stress written all over my face. I shook it off and started my hygiene routine.

Once I was all cleaned up and dressed, I checked on Justin. I kissed his forehead as he slept, then a knock on the door caught my attention. I headed over to the door looking at the peephole to see who it was. I opened it once I realized it was my brother and mom.

"Hey" I said them letting in.

"How you feeling sis?" Marcus asked. "Tired and nauseous" I admitted and he nodded.

"You two go ahead down there" my mom instructed. "We going ma" Marcus said. I grabbed my phone and purse before I went over to the bed to whisper in Justins ear.

"Mommy will be back when you get up" I said to him before kissing his face. Before I could leave out Justin woke up and saw me at the door and he started to cry. "Aww honey come here" my mom cooed picking him up. "Ill be back baby I promise" I said to him. He started crying again "Nooo Mama" he cried which broke my heart. Jason and I both dont want him to see J in a jail cell.

"Justin ill be back okay be good" I said walking back towards where Marcus was and we headed out. I sighed still hearing him cry as we headed to the elevator. "He'll be fine" Marcus said.

"Yeah I know" I mumbled. I could feel the baby not agreeing with me causing me to hold my stomach. "You good?" Marcus asked.

"Yeah just morning sickness" I stated as I called for the elevator.

"You eat?" He asked looking at me.

"No not yet" I said.

"We getting food before we go you not starving my niece or nephew" he said making me laugh.

"You think its a boy or girl?" I asked.

"Imma say another boy" he said as we stepped inside the elevator. "Im having a girl" I said before laughing.

"Thats what all women say" he said smiling. I pressed the button for the first floor. We were both the whole elevator ride with my mind going everywhere. We got to the first floor and stepped into the lobby to front door. Sounds of chatter filled the room as the business of the day started to pick up. We exited the building transitioning to much quieter setting. Occasionally, cars would pass us as we walked to car. We got into the truck and pulled off "Where you wanna eat?" He asked.

"McDonalds is fine" I replied and he nodded.

The ride was silent but it was broken by my phone ringing. I looked down seeing my dads name. I ignored it "You getting that?" Marcus asked.

"If it weren't for him we wouldn't be in this mess" I admitted sending my phone voicemail and he called again. I let a dramatic sigh as we arrived at the McDonald's while my phone rang again. "You know what you want?" Marcus asked.

"Yeah get me two chicken sandwiches, a large fry, a sweet tea and a apple pie" I said to him and he shook his head pulling into the drive-thru . "What I'm feeding two people" I stated and my phone rung again. I slide the green button to answer.

"Hello?" I said irritated.

"Melina I finally got a hold of you" he said in relief.

"Yeah you did what do you want?" I asked.

"Im just checking on you is everything alright" he asked.

"No, my husband was wrongfully arrested, my son was up half the night crying and screaming looking for his father, I'm nauseous, some psycho is out to kill me and my husband, and my father wont admit hes been fucking me over since I was fifteen!" I yelled the last part of my statement into the phone as Marcus handed me my bag of food.

"Melina I know you're upset but you have to calm down you don't wanna upset your baby" he said.

"Im way past upset Im furious and since when have you ever cared about my kids?" I semi-yelled.

"Melina those are my are my grandkids of course I care" he stated making me chuckle bitterly.

"Sure you do" I said eating a fry.

"Sweet heart-" he started before I cut him off.

"Save it Im tired of you ruining my life just leave me and my family alone" I said hanging up.

"You told him" Marcus said making me laugh.

"I guess so" I mumbled before I started eating.

...................

I paid the bail and now we waited for Jason to be released. The officer guided him out the door taking the cuffs off his wrists. They handed him his clear bag with his stuff in it. He had a few bruises on his face but he still walked with confidence.

"Hey baby" I said with a smile and he gently pulled me into a hug.

"You smell like fries" he said with a smile before kissing my lips. He lifted me up and I giggled some before I kissed him back. "I told you I was coming" I said against his lips making him smile.

"I know lets get out of here before the cops change they minds" He said making us both laugh. He put me down before heading towards the door. We walked back go the car and Marcus was on the phone and by the looks of it the conversation was annoying him. He dapped Jason up and got back in the trunk. We all got in the car and I couldn't help smiling seeing Jason back.

The ride was full of conversation we didn't ask Jason about what it was like being in jail. Im sure he didn't wanna talk about it. We pulled up to the hotel and got out to head inside. We headed got to the floor where the room was and I headed inside to see Justin looking sad, he didnt see us yet. "Justin I have surprise for you" I said smiling and he looked up at you. Jason came into view and Justin smiled widely seeing him. "Daaddddy" he said running to him with a big smile. Jason picked him and kissed his face.

"Whats up man" Jason said with a smile.

"I miss daddy" Justin said in his chest.

"I missed you too lil man" Jason holding him.

I smiled at the sight I know this is far from over Im just enjoying the temporary peace.

Chanel

"So you really gonna play like that?" Bryson asked while laughing.

"How am I playing?" I said laughing as well. Bryson came by after his performance in Seattle. We've been talking for almost a month but I told him I wasn't ready for anything serious yet. Chris still blows up my line and social media of course I ignore him. I want him to understand that when I said I was done I meant it this time. I wanna take this slow with Bryson I wanna make sure he's the right before I decide to make him exclusive. I honestly need to focus on myself before I jump in another relationship with another guy. I really enjoy my time with Bryson he keeps my mind off of the media and the madness that comes along with them. Bryson smiled at me once he caught me staring at him.

"What?" He asked with that smile on his face.

"Nothing, you're just you. I feel like I've known you my whole life" I said shifting my position on the couch so I can face him better. He put the controller down and licked his lips.

"Yo I really like you Chanel like you are really a dope ass woman" he said making me laugh.

"Im aight" I replied to him making him put his hand on mine.

"I don't think so. I know you need time to get over Chris and Ill wait as long as I have to cause I wanna show you how you're supposed to be treated" he said making me blush.

"Thank you,I just don't want you to think that I like being around you because you're filling in a void. I really like you too" I admitted.

"I feel you I feel you" he said before kissing my hand. A banging on the door caught my attention "Ill be back" I said getting up.

"Who is it?!" I yelled heading towards the door.

"Its Chris" he said behind the door.

I stopped in my tracks hearing his voice. "Chanel, I can't go on like this. I miss you please open the door so we can talk" he begged.

"Chris leave" I said from the other side of the door. "Chanel-" I cut him off.

"No, Chris I meant what I said I'm done with you. We've been here before, you cheat, I cry, I leave, you apologize, we fuck, I forgive you, and it starts all over. Im tired of it, is this the example you wanna show Royalty of how a man is supposed to treat her?" I asked and he got quiet.

"If you really love me Chris let me go" I said opening the door and he looked at me.

"I'll always love you Chris but we're not meant to be together" I said truthfully. Chris sniffed and put his hands in his pockets.

"Thats it?" He asked.

"Yeah thats it, bye chris" I said before I closed the door. I let out a deep breath heading back towards the living room. I sat on the couch staring at the ceiling. I was sad but a weight felt like it had been lifted off my shoulders.

That Night

D.C

We arrived in Ecuador and I lifted my head up to look out the window. I admired the beautiful city as the trees covered most of the scenery. Then I realized I'm not here for vacation, I'm here to find my homeboy. I took the seat belt off and got out of my seat to exit the plane. Aaliyah wasn't far behind me before we were greeted by two men in suits. "You must be the special guest we've heard so much about one asked. Aaliyah nodded before I spoke "Yeah man we the ones we'll follow your lead" I said.

They both nodded and we followed them to their car. "So you still not talking to me?" I asked her and she looked over at me rolling her eyes.

"Okay okay" I said with my hands up. She walked ahead of me and I opened the door for her and she got in. Even when she mad she still fine damn, but I know she wanna kill me. I told Trey to just tell her but you know he do wanna do and shit hit the fan. He then wanna be mad about it but it ain't my life its his. I got in on the other side of the car and she looked out the window. Sometimes I wonder what Aaliyah is thinking, like how does she handle all this? How hasn't she lost her mind?

Damn.

Maybe she has reached her breaking point and is keeping it at bay? Yo theres so much I could aak her but she probably cuss me out. Im starting to see the niceness that makes Liyah leave and Im not sure how to feel about it.

We finally arrived at the head quarters and one of them opened the door for her and I exited myself. We followed them and I gently pulled her to me. "Remember let me do most of the talking" I said to her and she just nodded before she took my hand off her.

We followed the two gentlemen into an office where we sat down. "Would you two like a drink?" One guy asked.

"I'm good" I said.

"Please make it two"Aaliyah said rubbing her temple. The guy nodded and headed to get her a drink. He went over to pour her drink before handing it to her. "Thank you" She said with a small smile as she took the glass from him. I don't think I've seen Liyah this stressed before and it's starting to become concerned.

The guy Juan Sanchez who Trey and I do most of business exchanges with took his seat across from us. "Nick it's nice of you to stop by., and you bought a beautiful guest is she your lady?" He asked with his heavy accent.

I wish.

"Nah man this is Trigga's wife Aaliyah. Aaliyah this is Juan he's our business partner" I said introducing them.

"Nice to meet you Juan" she said with a smile before taking a sip out the glass.

"Likewise Ms. Aaliyah and friend of Trigga is a friend of mine" he said with a smile before one of his assistants lit his cigar. "What can I help you two with today?" He asked before the blowing the smoke in the air.

"Imma just gonna get straight to the point. Trigga has been missing for a couple days and we thought he'd be out here. Have you heard from him?" I asked adjusting myself in the seat. Juan took another hit from his cigar and gave me a look.

"Hm that's interesting, unfortunately I have not heard from him but the streets have been too quiet. You believe he's here?" He asked before taking another hit from his cigar.

"Yes" I responded.

"Can you help us find him?" Aaliyah asked. Juan shifted in his chair and took another hit from his cigar. He looked at Aaliyah and nodded. "Trigga is a valuable assets to this business. I'll set up a search for him" he said.

"Are you guys staying anywhere ?" He asked.

"Uh I haven't found a hotel yet" I said to him and he nodded.

"I have a place for you all to stay" he offered and I nodded. Aaliyah finished off her glass then the guy poured her another.

"My men will escort you there and you'll have around the clock security. This will be taken care of" He said.

"Thank you" I said.

........................

Aaliyah

We got settled in the hotel that Juan helped us get. I poured myself a few glasses of whatever this is in my cup until I felt numb. I didn't wanna think, I didn't wanna feel, I didn't wanna talk. I just wanted to let the drink do the talking.

I poured myself another glass before drinking all of it with no hesitation. The burning feeling down throat felt soothing somewhat. I licked the access liquor off my lips. I laughed at the little bit that was in the glass. A knock on the door caught my attention.

"Yo Liyah?" DC said outside the door.

"Open...open" I said slurred.

He walked inside looking around seeing all empty glasses and he shook his head as I poured myself another glass. "Liyah I think you had enough" he said to me.

"I'm fine.." i said before drinking.

"No you're not fine you haven't stopped drinking since we got here" He argued before he tried to take the glass from me.

"Don't.. don't touch me..." I said snatching the glass. "You don't know the first thing about me.... everybody thinks they know what's best for me... better than me. How the fuck would y'all know..... huh?! You guys don't even think i deserve the...truth 90% of the time...." I said before taking another sip.

"Aaliyah, we just trying to protect you" he said.

"Protect me... blah blah blah just shut up with the bullshit... You're not protecting me from shit! Y'all do shit behind my back and guess who's left to clean up the mess? Me! So what the fuck are y'all protecting me from again?!" I yelled.

"Liyah-"

"Fuck you! Why can't I just normal huh? I just wanted to sing around the world and get some good dick without but... I have the media that stalks me everyday and my husband constantly lies to me" I said pouring another glass.

"He married and promised to have happy normal life and I can't get that from him! I give him two years of my life and a child that he begged me for! He acts likes he doesn't even wanna spend time with her! And you I don't even know why the fuck i should listen to you, you're just trying to fuck me! I see the way you look at me Nick!" I yelled before chuckling.

"My mother set me up to get my ass beat all my life for her career... so cheers to everyone and their bull shit" I finished my glass before throwing it at the wall. "ANYMORE QUESTIONS NICK!" I yelled.

"You're drunk." He said simply.

"Fuck off" I retorted. "Get out..."

"Li-" He started.

"GET OUT!" I yelled as he left. I looked for another drink to drown myself before I blacked out...

[The Next Morning]

I woke up in the middle of the bed, I sat up some but my head started ringing.

"Fuck" I cursed myself.

I looked around the room and saw the mess I made and shook my head. There were a lot of empty glass and broken glass everywhere. I sighed and rubbed my temples not remembering what I did or said last night. I got up slowly out of bed to get a Tylenol or something for my head. I dug through my purse and found some I popped two of them dry before heading to the shower. I turned the water on and stripped of my clothes before stepping in.

I finished my hygiene routine before cleaning up the mess I made before a gentle knock in the door caught my attention. I put the last two bottles in the trash before going answer seeing it was Nick i opened the door. "Hey" I said lowly.

"Hey can I come in?" He asked.

"Yeah sure" I stepped aside to let him in and he sat down on the chair not far from my bed. "Let's talk" he said as I sat on the bed.

"Yeah... if I said anything that offended you I'm so sorry I was drunk" I said hoping he'd forgive me.

"It's cool actually everything you said was true and I should be the one apologizing to you. This whole mess is stressful and if I were you I'd probably wanna spazz to. I will tell you this Trey ain't perfect but that nigga adores the ground you walk on. He'd do anything for you even if that meant selling everything he had to be with you. He's crazy about Mia too because she comes from you. Everything you told me last night you should tell him keeping all that shit bottled up ain't healthy Li" he said letting his words sink in.

"If I can remember what I said, I blacked out" I admitted.

"Just be honest with him but they starting the ground search today so we want you to stay here so you're not in the cross fire" he said making me nod understanding his drift.

My phone rang before I could respond I looked at it to see it was my mother calling.

"Hey mom" I answered.

"Liyah, are you sitting down?" She asked.

"Yeah why? What's wrong?" I asked .

"It's Mia" she said and my heart rate picked up.

"Is she okay? Is she sick what's wrong with her?" I asked in a panic.

"Liyah, she's missing we don't know where she is. We've looked all over the house for her" she said and my heart felt like it was read to jump out my chest.

"What do you mean you can't find her she'd three months old?!" I yelled felt myself tearing up. "You lost my daughter!"

"Aaliyah sweetie calm down I put her to sleep when we woke up she was gone" she explained and I started to cry.

"Mom.... she's just a baby someone could hurt her! Oh my god..." I started to hyperventilate.

"Honey, breathe were looking all over for her" she said.

"Call the police and find my daughter" I yelled.

"Okay okay I'll call you soon sweet heart" She said before we hung up.

My breathing became heavier and heavier with every thought going through my head.

"Aaliyah breath" Nick said coming over to me.

"I-I can't someone has my baby what do I do what do I do?!" I started panicking. He held me close to him and he shushed me.

"Relax it's okay we're gonna find her" he said.

[dorsetti]

There he goes

They’d never really had problems with Ashley. Of their two sons, he’d been the sweet, well-behaved one. At least until he turned 16, when he shot up to 6 foot in 2 months and started taking an interest in weightlifting. Aaron blamed Robert and Adam. Their midlife crises hit around the same time, and in a move that surprised everyone in the village, they started training together.

While puberty had been mostly kind to Ashley - no acne breakouts and a quickly deepened voice - it didn’t let him pass by fully unscathed. In short, his limbs: long, lanky and, seemingly, with a mind of their own. He seemed incapable existing in any space without knocking something over or tripping over himself.

In one particularly memorable incident, he knocked down two towers of whiskey glasses at the Woolpack while coming out of the backroom. It was a Friday night and the pub had been packed with two hen parties & a minibus full of somewhat elderly Australian tourists. Ashley had been mortified, not least because Chas did a shite job at masking her displeasure. The next morning, Ashley had entered Liv’s old room at the Mill, which Robert and Adam had transformed into “the ultimate home fitness centre” and demanded they train him. Aaron thought his lad would only keep with the training for a few weeks before he’d quietly abandoned it.

He didn’t.

Over the course of the summer, Ashley had gone from lanky and awkward to toned and confident. Within a few weeks of school starting up, Aaron noticed that an ensemble of pretty teen girls kept showing up at their house. They almost always just so happened to be passing by and wondered if Ashley was home. For his part, Ashley had started employing what Aaron could only call The Robert Sugden Charm: unashamedly flirting with each girl, with that trademark smirk that made each feel like she was the only one.

They never were.

That’s how Aaron and Ashley came to be stood in their drive, looking at Aaron’s new Land Rover (an anniversary gift he didn’t want, but that Robert had insisted buying for him) with the words “CHEATER” spray-painted across the whole of the driver’s side. Aaron kicked himself for letting him borrow it the night before.

“Dad, I’m so sorry.” Ashley said for the umpteenth time.

“Do you know which one of them did? And why they decided to take it out on my car?”

“It was probably Elise. She saw me leaving the cinema last night with Maddy. If looks could kill, I’d be dead.”

Aaron pinched the bridge of this nose and counted to ten. He mentally kicked himself for thinking that they were going to make it out if Ashley’s teens without some problems. It was new territory for them, this. Ashley had been the kind of kid that couldn’t finish Dumbo because of the scene where his mum was jailed. Just a few years ago, he’d been helping Paddy for free at the veterinary because he couldn’t stand the thought of sick animals being alone.

And now here they were.

As if on cue, Robert’s car turned into the drive. He was blaring some mid 2000s pop song Aaron couldn’t place and that trademark Sugden grin. He stepped out of the car and went to kiss Aaron, but stopped when he saw the damage.

“What’s this then? You’ve been stepping out on your bit on the side, Aaron?” he said with mock shock.

Aaron snorted, “No, your son’s revolving door of lasses finally caught up to ‘im though.”

Ashley put his face in his hands, “ God, it sounds terrible when you say it like that, Dad.”

“My son? Why is it that whenever they step a toe out of line they’re my sons? I told you we shouldn’t of let him spend so much time with Cain.” Robert said in jest. Aaron loved it, but he also knew that they’d have address this seriously with Ashley.

“Let’s go inside and get a cuppa, then we can talk about how you’re gonna pay to get this fixed, mate.” Aaron said as he clapped Ashley on the back.

Aaron and Ashley sat down next to each other, while Robert went to put the kettle on. Aaron felt sorry for his mum & Paddy, Ashley was loads more well-behaved than him at his age, and yet, Aaron felt way in over his head in some situations.

“Your Father’s right you know, you’re going to have to pay for the touch ups the car’s gonna need. And lad, you need to stop messing them lasses about. You’re better then that. No one likes to be made a mug of.”

Ashley groaned and set his head down on the table.

“You don’t get it, Dad. I’ve never told her we were exclusive! Maddy is fitter and more popular. And she showed interest in ME of all people. I had to go out with her. She’s not been with anyone in our year and she chose me.”

Robert set the mugs in front of them before retorting, “And do you know why? Because of the way you look. I remember we talked about that lass last summer, when she worked at the fitness centre, and she wouldn’t give you the time of day. Now here you are, coming into your own, becoming a man, and all of a sudden, she’s gunnin’ after you. Mate, think about it, she’s not going after the person you are inside, it’s your looks and the fact that your fit Dads drive the nicest cars in the village.”

“Ugh, what do you two know what it’s like to be young now! You don’t even like girls, Dad!” he said in Aaron’s direction.

“Oi, I’ll have you know that I can bench more now than I could when I was your age.” Robert was clearly focusing on the important. Aaron shook his head in slight disbelief; in the last few weeks it felt like he had two boys at home, not just the one. He turned back to Ashley.

“Mate, you can’t treat people like doormats and then be surprised when they retaliate.”

“I’ve heard that you two used to treat each other much worse, when you were younger.”

Voila, the elephant in the room, sort of. As the years passed, Aaron & Robert had matured. They’d become whole individuals that complimented each other perfectly. It had taken a lot of tears, therapy, communication blunders & breakthroughs & many we’re-soulmates-but-I-don’t-want-to-ruin-this-by-showing-it dates to get to that point. The Dingles and Sugdens had refrained from talking about the rougher times in their relationship around their sons, but in a small place like Emmerdale, someone was bound to open their big gob around them at some point. With Graham, their oldest, it had been an easy bridge to cross. His personality was Robert to a T, just some 20ish years younger. He understood that not every adult in Emmerdale was an outstanding member of the community.

Ashley hadn’t ever brought it up, but now here they were. Aaron & Robert looked at each other and gave each other a smitten smile. Robert turned to his son.

“We were young & naïve, lad. We had a lot to work through. But we know you can do so much better than we did. You’re an outstanding lad, don’t let a fleeting crush change who you are.”

“I hear you were married when you two started seeing each other.”

“Yeah, I was. And one of my biggest regrets is not accepting the way I felt for your Dad sooner. But my mistakes don’t excuse your behaviour. You know better, mate.”

Aaron looked up at his husband. Though they were a solid couple, he was still surprised how Robert could still surprise him in the best possible way. He took Ashley’s hand.

“You’re a great lad, and we know you can do better by these lasses. You’ve had your fun, but does it make you feel great?”

Ashley sighed and squeezed Aaron’s hand “No, it doesn’t, Daddy.”

Aaron smiled and hugged Ashley. “There’s our kid.” Ashley leaned into his arms.

“Oh Dad, I’ve messed up.” Aaron waved his hand at Robert, beaconing him to join in. Robert immediately did.

“There we go, m’lads” Robert sighed as he enveloped Aaron & Ashley with what Aaron still called his freakishly large wingspan.

“We love you so much, and you’re such a kind soul, Ashley. Don’t ever change.”

Ashley sobbed, and Robert took Aaron’s hand and squeezed it a little. He wasn’t their innocent little boy anymore, but he would always be theirs.