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georgiapeach30513 · 4 months ago

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Two Good Reasons, Part 6

Summary: Andy’s

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, Scott Huffman, mentions of Suede’s bee stings, cute and sweet Ransom, self esteem issues, oral sex (F receiving), body worship, breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 8K

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Lifting up Suede’s hand, you kiss over his welts and swollen skin. He had finally gone to sleep a little bit ago, and now you get to fully look over his pitiful body. Eyes puffy, nearly swollen shut, while welts dot over his exposed skin in a grotesque painful looking way. Putting his arm down, you glance over at Audrey who is nodding off to sleep. Lifting up her hand where a pretty pink bandage now resides to kiss her sting as well. She was a trooper through it all.

“Mommy, I’m sleepy,” she groans, looking up at you. You know how tired she is, her eyes tell you everything. She looks towards Andy, and then at you. He has been amazing. Calm, and rational, while you’ve been a ball of emotions. “Can Andy hold me like you are Suede so I can sleep?”

It hadn’t ever occurred to you how much Andy stepped back more with Audrey. Not because he didn’t like her or wasn’t comfortable, but because she has a voice, and she has a great relationship with her father. So instead of forcing, Andy waits on her. “If it’s okay with him, why don’t you ask?”

“Andy,” she sleepily says looking at him. He already leans back in the chair, but waits for her to actually ask him, “Can you hold me, so I can sleep?”

“Of course, princess,” you hold her hand, so she can jump off the exam table, and she wobbles one time before she gets to Andy, and he picks up your abnormally small daughter, and lets her koala on him, using his shoulder as a resting spot for her head. It’s nearly instantly her breathing changes.

“Thank you,” you sigh, wiping tears from your eyes. You thought you loved Andy, but seeing him in dad mode makes you love him more. It still shocks you just how much you do love him in this state, “Not just for that, but today. All of it. It was a good day, until it wasn’t.”

“Were you aware of his allergy to bees?” You shake your head no, and tears steadily stream down your cheeks. It is just another thing to add to his growing list. Food allergies were terrifying, but you still had ways to control them. Bees are something you can't. You can’t keep him inside, locked up in a bubble.

“Honey,” Andy coos, trying to soothe you from afar, and you shake your head in frustration. Wiping away the saline trails that stain your face.

“No, being a mother is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, and I love it. But seeing him like this, and how he was earlier; Andy, I could have lost him.”

“But we didn’t,” a new round of never ending tears flow freely, and he doesn’t even realize what those two letters mean to you. We. You didn’t have to do this alone. You didn’t have to sit here with Suede, while Scott took Audrey home. You didn’t have to carry all this emotion and responsibility alone.

“Seeing him like that never gets easier.”

“How many times have you had to use the EpiPen?”

“That was just the second time. But it was somehow worse. It happened so fast, and I could see him straining to breathe, and he just couldn’t. And he was just looking up at me, so scared, and in so much pain. Seventeen times,” you lament. “He was stung seventeen times. And everything was rushing around us, and all I could see was my baby unable to just breathe. Allergies suck.”

“Fuck allergies,” you snort out a laughter as you brush back Suede’s curls. Even swollen, he is one of the most beautiful babies you’ve ever seen. Him and Audrey tied. Everyone thinks their own children are beautiful, but you just know, you have the most beautiful babies ever.

Andy stands abruptly when the door opens, followed by the doctor. Audrey never stirs, and he holds her tighter. It was such a fluid motion, like he was meant to be a father. Standing at attention for any news. “Alright, Mr. And Mrs. Huffman,” Andy rolls his eyes, but doesn’t say anything. The doctor thought the kids were his, and that’s all he cares about. Even if the last name annoyed him.

“I think it’s safe to say that Suede is allergic to bees for now. Here’s a prescription for a new EpiPen, and we’ve got him scheduled for a visit with his allergist. He needs to be tested again,” you assumed that was coming, and you dread it.

“Is there a possibility he isn’t allergic and it was because of the amount of stings?” Out of the corner of your eyes you see Andy slowly rub over Audrey’s back. Whether it was to keep her asleep or his own anxiety, you’re not sure, but in a weird way it soothes you.

The doctor sighs, “It’s possible of course, but you still need to go to the allergist. Other than that, he’s fine. He’ll probably need to do a sinus wash, give him his antihistamine, monitor him, but other than that, he’s free to go,” you nod. Overwhelmed, and exhausted yourself. Scooting to the edge of the exam table before Andy steps over, holding out his hand.

“Mrs. Huffman, I see you look defeated, and you shouldn’t be. He’s a strong boy, and you reacted quickly. You did everything that you could to prevent anything terrible. Don’t beat yourself up. Your son is a happy healthy boy because of how you two are raising him,” Andy beams. Standing up straighter, but then he looks at you, softening his smile as he helps you off the table. “Suede deserves lots of rest, and may I suggest mango sorbet?”

“We’ll keep that in mind, doctor. Thank you,” his words lift so much pressure off your back. Exhausted didn’t even begin to describe the way you feel. Exhaustion laces through every fiber of your body as you and Andy walk out of the ER. His hand firmly planted on the small of your back.

“I should have said that he’s a happy healthy boy because of the way that you have been raising him. Your kids are incredible because of you,” you hate crying. Despise it. And today you have cried so much! “Hey,” you look at Andy as he places Audrey in her seat. Taking so much care, so he doesn’t wake her up, “Can you let me shoulder some of this burden?”

Placing your baby boy in his seat, you peer at Andy from across the car, and nod your head. Clearing your throat, “As long as you let me carry some of your burdens.”

“Doe, I’ve never kept any secrets from you. You know all about my life, my family, and you still want me in yours and their life. But yes, if it gets too hard, we can be each other’s support,” for the first time since you heard Suede’s pained cries, and Audrey’s shrill screams, you smile. This is a difficult situation, but knowing you’re not alone as you trudge through this uncharted territory helps. Things don’t feel so heavy.

Settling into the car, Andy grabs your hand in his own quickly, while you lay up against his shoulder. Just breathing, and just listening to them. All of them. Including Andy.

“Auds, what cha doing?” Andy places another dish in the dishwasher, while Audrey sticks her tongue out, scribbling something on a piece of paper. She sits up on her knees with her face so close to the paper. “Audrey, you’re going to hurt your eyes,” and she sits back a bit more, and looks up at Andy.

“Who is the ban-if again?” Her head twists to the side, looking like a puppy as Andy throws a towel on the counter, walking towards the dinner table. He looks down at the picture Audrey has been coloring, and bites his tongue.

“This is the judge. That is the defense attorney, and this is you, the prosecutor. But what is the ban-if? I can’t remember.”

“Bailiff,” Andy says softly, reaching for his own crayon. He draws a person, and Audrey looks up at him smiling. “Do you remember what they do?”

“Umm,” he tries to make sense of this. Tries to figure out why a four year old is drawing parts of a courtroom for fun when she should be actually playing. Or coloring My Little Ponies or something. Anything but this. “That’s the one that is like a police officer? And they can take criminals back to jail?”

“Yeah, they’re the ones that keep the courtroom safe. Why are you doing this?”

Her brow furrows while she starts drawing figures in the jury box. Pausing to count each one, and Andy lets out a long breath, “Daddy said I’m going to be a lawyer, so I need to know these things,” she stops again, poking a finger at each figure, drawing in two more. “Twelve.”

Audrey leans back in her chair, looking up at Andy, “Can I have an applesauce pack?” Finally something normal for a child. He gets up out of his seat, and returns with two pouches. One for him, and one for her. She only eats one squeeze before she stares at her drawing. “Did Suede almost die?”

“No,” he answers without hesitation. Not almost. He could have, but everyone did what they needed to do.

“He looked purple though,” Andy’s fingers drum over the kitchen table, trying to think of a way to answer her questions. Questions that you might refuse to answer. “I tell Taylor that Suede can’t have walnuts or eggs because he’ll die, but can he really?”

“Yes, he can. But that’s why we carry those pens with us. They’re the safety measure until we get him to the hospital. As long as we’re careful…”

“How does…no. I mean, is he going to always look like that now?” Her face crinkles up a bit, “He was cuter before.”

“The swelling will go down. I’m sure it’ll look different for a few days, but it won’t stay that way. Are you okay? You know you can talk to your mom, me, even your dad about this whenever you want,” she looks back down at her drawing, and shakes her head. “No, you’re not okay?”

“I’m okay, but daddy don’t like to talk about this, and it makes mommy sad.”

“I’ll always listen. Mommy will, too. Even if it makes her sad,” he sees a slight grin edge up on her face before he settles back into his chair, and she picks up a different crayon. He couldn’t stop what’s already been done, so might add to it, “Where does the witness sit during cross examination?”

Her body wiggles around excitedly, drawing a square next to the judge, and then a little figure, “Good job, sweetheart,” he says, flicking his head towards the door before he jogs off to answer the knock. “Evening, Scott.”

“Where’s my son?” he pushes past Andy, and into the foyer, walking down the hall, and deeper in the house. Looking around the living room when he doesn’t see Suede. “And my daughter?”

“Audrey is doing courtroom homework in the dining room, and Suede is getting a bath in the big tub,” he flicks his eyes towards the dining room, before returning to Andy. “Audrey’s fine. I think you should check on Suede.”

Scott rolls his eyes before walking towards his old bedroom. Glancing towards the open closet, and his jaw tightens. Andy’s clothes were all in the closet. In the hamper. A different bed. He barely knocks on the door to the bathroom before opening it, and Suede looks at you before standing up in the tub, and trying to give you a hug. You softly run your hand up and down his back, keeping your movements slow. Careful not to be harsh on his welts.

Scott scans over Suede’s body before leaning back on the bathroom counter, and Suede gives him a little smile, realizing he wasn’t there to take him from you. You keep humming the song you had been humming before Suede squats back down, and falls into the water with a laugh.

“How is he?” It’s one of the first times you’ve ever felt like Scott has sounded concerned for Suede. “How many stings? My god. Buddy, you okay?”

“Chess. Mama. Na Na,” his few words turn to gibberish, and Scott pinches the bridge of his nose.

“He’s got to go back to the allergist, and get pricked again,” your hand skims the warm water. Trying to relax Suede, but relax yourself more. The ability to see all his stings hurt you so much.

“I think it’s safe to say that he’s allergic to bees. How many stings?”

Suede’s hand reaches towards yours before he stands, and creates a slide down the back of the tub. Giggling before doing it again. “You know I don’t like when he does that in my house.”

“Seventeen times,” you try to change the subject. Suede rarely took a bath in the big tub. And as soon as you caught Scott fucking the babysitter, his rules for your children having fun didn’t apply anymore. “Audrey was stung once.”

“Is she okay?” Keeping your eyes on your baby, you roll your eyes, but nod.

“Yes. They got the stinger out, and gave her a pink unicorn bandage. There’s a little bit of swelling, but it’s her left hand, so she can still hold a crayon.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being condescending or not,” not towards your daughter, but towards his priorities.

“And neither can I,” everything you said was the truth, and under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t have cared for his concern. But here sits his son with seventeen stings, welts, swollen, wet coughs, and a snotty nose, and he’s worried about one sting. “His face turned purple again.”

“And how long did it take you to get to him?” Even though his words are calm, they cut deeply. Watching Suede now, you realize this evening could have ended very differently in a matter of seconds.

“It didn’t take long, but his airways had been sealed shut.”

“Seventeen goddamn times,” he says your name, and tears instantly flood your vision. “What the hell were you doing when our baby was stung that many times?”

“I was closer than you were.”

“Because it was your weekend. I would have never…”

“I didn’t know he was allergic to bees!” You shout, causing Suede to flinch. You take a deep breath, continuing the conversation softer, “Do you think I want my children to be stung? For them to feel any pain? Especially when it comes to their lives?” Suede whispers ‘Mama,’ standing up in the water, and he leans against you. “Do not put this on me, and act like it was my fault, I already feel guilty enough as it is.”

“You should!” Your eyes squeeze shut. Inhale. Exhale. You slowly open your eyes and look at Suede when you pick him up out of the tub without a towel. Holding him on your hip as you grab the towel next to Scott, and he grabs your wrist, “You’re being negligent since he came into your life.”

“Careful with your words, Scott. Because you purposefully let that woman bring a cat into my house, knowing our son was allergic,” you jerk your hand away from him, and bring the towel with you. Getting into the bedroom when you maneuver it around Suede’s body. “You do not get to put this on me. Just today your fiancé was telling us how Suede would like apples with walnuts on it.”

“That’s different!”

“How?” You shout. Actually raising your voice, and then pull the towel covered Suede closer against your body, while you snuggle him. “How is that different?”

“Because she didn’t actually do it! You’re the one that was stupid enough to take your eyes off our kids, probably to make out with Andy fucking Barber!”

“It’s time for you to leave,” Andy’s presence is enormous as he steps into the doorframe. Hands on his hips, and his voice so calm, and yet demanding. It’s easy to see why he is feared in the courtroom. How everyone knows he will be a judge one day. “You’re not coming into our home and talking like that in front of the kids.”

“Take a look at the deed, you prick,” Scott spins on his heels stopping in front of Andy, “There is no ‘our’ with you. There’s not even ‘our’ with me. There’s one person’s name on that deed, and it’s not hers. You want to know the reason why she’s still living here?”

“Because she’s got your children. You wouldn’t want her and the kids to be homeless now, would you?” Scott and Andy silently stare at one another. “I would have given her the house, too, Scott. It’s what good men do, right?”

“I’m still going for sole custody. This incident will be recorded. I’ve already gotten a copy of his ER discharge papers,” Andy’s eyes go ablaze with every disgusting word he says.

“No! Scott, don’t you dare! You don’t even want him. You let her bring a cat into his home! That was intentional,” you hold Suede even tighter, and Andy raises his hand slightly, keeping his eyes on your soon to be ex husband.

“Scott, you’re going to quit threatening my girlfriend.”

“My wife,” Scott gives him an evil smirk.

“That you cheated on,” Scott blinks quickly, looking away for a split second, “I should probably look at the prenup agreement, huh? You’re going to quit with your idle threats, you’re not going to push for sole custody. You’re going to carry on with the agreement that was settled in mediation, and when we find a house, you can have this place back since you’re the only one on the deed.”

“We’re still married. You know I can have something to say about you living here,” you wish he would. You wish that he would say something. Pig.

“You got as much to say as she does with Taylor living with you. For the past three months, if I recall. That is when her apartment lease was up, and it wasn’t renewed. Now, I’m guessing since she hasn’t signed anywhere else, and you added another person to your own rental agreement, that she officially lives with you. So let’s quit going tit for tat, Scott because I got you beat. Whatever happened in the past, is the past. Currently we’re all trying to make sure that kids are happy and healthy. Suede is happy, and despite an added allergy, he’s healthy. Audrey is happy, despite her drawing a courtroom for fun,” Andy will continue to bring this up because it disgusts him. She should be playing with Barbie dolls.

“This isn’t over,” Scott grunts before shoving past Andy’s shoulder. He stops to look towards the dining room before walking to the front door, leaving with a slam, and not a word to Audrey, and you gracefully fall to the floor. Clinging to and rocking Suede.

Exhausted.

Mentally exhausted.

Andy reaches on the bed, handing you Suede’s pajamas and cream. Sitting on the edge of the bed quietly as you put a diaper on him. Rubbing the cream into all of his stings. Slipping those pajamas on before lifting him up and holding him so tightly, and still he says nothing. He stares out into space.

“Suedey, you want to go get sissy so we can get everyone in bed?”

“Chess,” he runs off, and you spin to look at Andy. He’s the only reason you’re upright at this moment. He has been your strength.

“Would you tell me if I overstep my bounds?” You get to your knees, crawling in between his thighs before laying on his lap. Extending both arms around his waist, and just hug him. “This is too sweet, but you’re not answering.”

“Yes, babe, I’d tell you. You know you’re the only person that’s ever taken up for me,” Andy gives your back scritches. Sighing as his body relaxes. Going limp almost at your calming touch, “You didn’t have to go so hard on him with the house, but I loved it.”

“And he doesn’t have to kick you when you’re down. What are you two doing?” You don’t move, just smile at the kids being able to see you and Andy love each other. It takes two point five seconds before they run, and crash into your back. “Do not get all silly, it’s bedtime,” they’re happy. They’re happy despite the chaos and hurt of the day. Giggling and having fun. Seeing true love between the adults in the house. A family in every sense of the word.

“Since…since Suedey is sleeping in here, can I sleep in here, too?” Andy looks at you, and you look at him, and without saying a word, and barely either of your faces changing, you know the answer. You give her a nod and she runs, struggling to get into the bed.

Suede’s eyes already get heavy, his antihistamine kicking in. Audrey understood that her brother is going to sleep on your chest all night, while you hardly sleep. A paranoia of his breathing stopping, so you need to watch his body rise and fall with his oxygen intake.

“How about a movie?” Audrey asks, motoring her lips and blowing a raspberry. She’s extra cute when she thinks she’s being sly.

“One movie. Lights completely out,” you tell her, crawling into the bed with Audrey. “Andy?” It isn't hesitation in his eyes as much as it’s observing. Smiling as Audrey leans over on your stomach. Wiggling around to get comfortable, and then reaches for her brother’s hand. “You okay?”

His eyes are so glossy, and you want to hold him so tightly. He didn’t have a family growing up. Didn’t have a present mother, father was in prison, didn’t have siblings, and you knew how much he wanted moments like this. “I’m fine,” Andy opts to keep his shirt, and pajama bottoms on. You get it, but you do love his topless suggles.

“Is there room for me?” He asks lifting his edge of the bed’s covers up.

“Chess, Na Na! Hewe!”

“You hold mommy’s hand.”

“I don’t mind if I do,” Andy leans over, giving you a quick peck to your temple, causing an uproar of sleepy laughter, and he weaves his fingers in yours. His other hand grabs the remote. “I say we watch Winnie the Pooh,” both kids nod, giggling again.

“Next time can Ann come to our slumber party?”

“Where is he going to sleep, baby?”

Audrey shrugs, sitting up in the bed to look on the floor, “There’s room for him to sleep down there,” you shush her. Already she was getting too excited about Ann visiting. Ransom would never sleep on the floor, but she didn’t have to know it. She settles back in between you and Andy, and you glimpse her edging a little closer to him. Finally, sticking her foot out, so she can touch him, too.

Touch is a way she shows her comfort. Before Suede was born, if she slept in the bed with you and Scott, she’d lay diagonally between the two of you. Hands on you, feet on him. It feels right. Like they’ve always belonged to him. To you and him.

Today has been exhausting, but this is the way you would want it to end. Suede’s rattling breathing on your chest, Audrey snuggled next to you, a hand holding Suede’s and a foot on Andy’s waist. She’s making sure she touches everyone. And the man that you know is without a doubt your soulmate. Your mate. Your best friend. And the man you are going to marry, once the divorce is over. But there’s a part of you that also believes you could maybe give him a child. It’s what he deserves.

“Thank you,” you whisper to him, and he pulses his hand around yours.

“Get a couple hours of sleep. I’ll watch his breathing,” you thank him again, but you can’t sleep. Not like that. You're sure he’s fine, but a mother will forever worry. But tonight, the worry isn’t as bad because you have your entire world in one bed.

“Uhh!” Suede stops his playing in the middle of the floor. His eyes big and wide as he stares at you, and then at Andy. “Hewe!”

“I’ll get it!” Audrey runs towards the door with you close behind. Going as fast as her short little legs will carry her, and Suede is right behind. She slings the door open, gasping as she stares at the tall man, “Uncle Ann!”

“Uncle?” Ransom asks confused.

“Ann!”

“Ran, what are you doing here?” He brings his hands out from behind his back, shrugging as he holds out two gift bags, too expertly decorated, and you give him an odd look. “What are you doing?”

“One, two!” Audrey shouts. Jumping up and down, and getting the same reaction from Suede. “There’s two, that’s for me and Suedey!”

“It is. Can I come in?” You step aside, waiting for Ransom to enter before closing the door, “Where’s your less than desirable boyfriend?”

“I heard that,” Andy steps out of the kitchen, extending a hand to his colleague, and Ransom shakes his head no. “I was cleaning up after lunch,” Ransom grimaces, “Doe made lunch, I cleaned up. And then for dinner we’re ordering out.”

“Indian!”

“Chess!” as if in response Andy smiles wide, noticing the presents, and both kids chasing Ransom’s arms that keep lifting the bags up. You have kept both kids out of ‘school’ until Suede fully heals. Needing to see what his new allergies are before you let him out of your sight. Audrey wanted to stay with her brother, much to Scott’s chagrin.

“Me?” Suede asks, jumping up and down excitedly.

“Yes, one is for you.”

“Let’s clean up the living room, and take everything back to the playroom room first,” the kids groan, but head into the living room, “Keep him here, until we’re done. It’s a mess,” Andy watches the three of you leave with the biggest smile on his face.

“So you made this thing social media official. Profile pictures changed to a family photo. I’m sure Scotty is going to love that,” Andy rolls his eyes playfully, starting to walk away, and Ransom chuckles. “Cute fingernail polish.”

“Audrey got bored during Suede and Doe’s nap. I’m taking it off before tomorrow. What’s in the bag?” Ransom shrugs with a smile walking down the hall before stopping. “Thought you were going to be cocky, but didn’t know where you were going.”

“Listen, I don’t get sappy, and I’m not going to start right now, but you suit this life. Maybe not in this dump of a house, but with her, the kids, maybe more kids,” his eyebrows raise and fall a few times, and Andy gets the biggest grin, “You’re already trying aren’t you? Before the divorce is finalized, that’s risky.”

“I know. I know. Her doctor and Scott really did a number to her self esteem with another pregnancy. But I am hopeful, and I enjoy the practice,” he turns around quickly, causing Suede to flinch before he giggles, screaming back down the hallway and into the living room, “I think he’s telling us they’ve cleaned, and he wants to see what the present is. And if it’s expensive, she’s going to complain.”

“Then I suppose I’ll hear her complain,” gesturing down the hall, Ransom lets Andy lead him into the living room where Suede and Audrey sit cross legged in the floor. Practically buzzing with excitement, and trying not to make grabby hands. Looking at their mom and then at Ransom. “I don’t know why you’re waiting on me.”

That is all it takes for Audrey and Suede to reach for the bags, pulling out the perfectly stuffed tissue paper. Audrey squeals as she holds up an iPad box, and your head immediately jerks towards Ransom, and Suede giggles, pulling out his own. “Ransom!”

“What, they’re minis. And, they have their own data, so they can call you whenever they want.”

“I can call from upstairs?” You shake your head no, and Audrey pouts a bit. “Why not?”

“You can if it’s important, but these will be kept up at night. You’re not going to sit and play with them all day. You’ll have to earn time on it,” you never want your kids to be addicted to media.

“Can we take it to daddy’s and I can call you there?” You glance towards Ransom who gives you a warm smile, nodding. “And we won’t even have to ask to FaceTime you!”

“Chess!” Suede takes his box over to Andy, crawling in his lap, and he gives it a tap. “Pease, Na Na.”

“Doe, I think they earned this. And it would be a nice opportunity for the future,” there is so much more to these than either of the men are making it. It’ll be an issue with their father. But to have the ability to call them whenever they’re at Scott’s would be a huge relief. You can only answer with a nod, motioning Audrey to let you help her open the box. Whispering a thank you to Ransom.

Relief warms your body. It could be just for the moment, Scott may not let them use the iPads, but right now, you have an ease when you didn’t realize it was something that bothered you. Now that Suede has at least one more allergy to deal with, you just know nobody watches him quite like you do. Even his father. Even Andy. And that’s something you have to deal with in your own time.

Andy nods his goodbye to the judge, collecting all his things, and tries to keep his eyes on his task. It was a trial with Scott. Andy had thankfully remained calm and collected, while Scott was losing grip on the trial. Taking things far too personally. The Neanderthal part of Andy wants to lash out at Scott, wants to tell him to grow up. The little man with a big issue.

Halfway through the trial, and a warning from the judge, Andy realized that Scott never thought you would move on. Thought that you would be there waiting on him for when he and Taylor inevitably split up. A man that wants to belittle a woman, just so he can weasel himself back in, but he didn’t know you. Cheating was always your ‘I’m done and never going back’ moment. And why anyone would want to cheat on you, the perfect woman, is beyond him.

He grabs up his briefcase, heading towards the door, and finally free from him and today. He is almost gone, “At least I got her best years,” Andy stops immediately. Contemplating how he wants to deal with this. How he wants to address Scott’s demeaning comment. During his thought process Scott walks past Andy, brushing roughly against his shoulder.

“Is there a problem?” Scott spins around, shaking his head no. Thankfully the courtroom has cleared out, but Andy is so tired of these mind games. The threats. The disgusting behavior. The low blowing comments. He’s hitting a peak that he knows he’s going to have to address. “Honestly, what’s your deal?”

“Nothing,” he acts as if to move, and then stops, “You really don’t need her drama. You’re a good looking man, and have younger women vying for your attention. You could have a woman without baggage, and one who can still give you a child,” Andy’s teeth clench just as hard as his fists. “Think about it. Your own children with your last name. And besides, you know, everything is tighter.”

“You’re a pig, and that is the least of the things I can say. You called your own children baggage, and the only drama in her life is you. You want to say you got the best years, and you didn’t. I got all her firsts, and I’m going to have all her lasts, and you’re going to be a sad pathetic lonely man. Do you get that? Clearly you do, and that’s why you’re so bitter. You were a placeholder in her life, one that gave her the two best things you could, and you don’t even realize it. You had it all. Everything, and you threw it away for a woman that’s barely a woman, and when she’s bored, she will leave you. And if I ever hear you say another thing about my future wife…”

“What?” Scott interrupts, and Andy smiles, resuming his walking. Let Scott ponder the things that Andy could do if he wanted to. Let him sit and think about all the things Andy could do to ruin him, while he gets to go home to you. He isn’t waiting, a new house will need to be found. Scott is pushing too many boundaries, and being shameless about it. Tonight, he just wants you to feel all the ways that he is better, and the ways you are better with him. How perfect you truly are.

Andy watches you from the bed. His book laying on his stomach, and his eyes flit over your entire body. For one, he just loves to look at you. He loves seeing how even though you and your body have changed, you’re still the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life. You’re immaculate. Perfect. He just hates he missed so many years of getting to absorb you.

Another reason he watches, you seem tense. There’s an off-ness about you this evening that he can’t put his fingers on. Coupled with the words from Scott earlier today, it bothers him. You peer at yourself longer in the mirror than you normally do. You turn your body to the side, your eyes looking up and down your body. Do you not see what he sees? Do you not realize how amazing he finds your body? How every bit of the added curves are something that he wants to kiss.

You look into the mirror, and it’s like your face falls. You don’t see you like he sees you. You don’t understand the goddess that he gets to be in the presence of every day. Every fucking day he gets to be in your orbit, and he’s thankful, but you’re looking at yourself like you hate what you see. Even as a teenager you didn’t have this much self esteem issues, and he wonders what Scott has ever said to you to make you doubt your beauty, despite your flaws.

You turn to look at him, and quickly your vision falls to the vanity in front of you, twiddling your fingers on your gown. Andy places a bookmark in his book, laying it down on the nightstand before walking into the bathroom with you. Standing behind you, while his hands trace down the sides of your body. Circling his arms around your front before he pulls you into him.

His nose inhales your newly bathed scent. Slowly making his way higher before nipping at your jaw. “Doe, honey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you lie, and one hand moves to your breasts, the other trailing further south. “Andy,” his brow furrows as he looks at your reflection. That sounds like a plea for him to stop. “Why are you with me?”

Sighing, he rests his chin on your shoulder. His hands stop, but they don’t leave their spots. Andy only looks at your reflection, “Because I love you.”

“Why?” If he could get away with it, he might kill Scott. You are a woman that is now going to question his motives because of Scott. He knows that Scott choosing Taylor hurt more than your ego, but these feelings are deeper, coming from a place of Scott words.

“You’re my best friend. You are the strongest woman I know. You make me laugh, smile, get excited to come here, and one day I’ll be going home to our family. I love seeing you be a mother, and how fiercely you love your kids,” your waterline fills with tears. No one has ever told you they love how you are a mother. It was just something that was expected of you. But hearing it from him is nearly painful. A pain that reverberates through your body because you believe him, and his words are strong. It’s a love that is so powerful it stings and overwhelms.

“You’re a damn good cook. And I love watching you in this element. I love watching you move on top of me in the mornings. Your whispered moans as you use me. I love watching you sleep. You don’t have to be doing anything, and still I love it.”

“That sounds so creepy,” you manage to huff out a laugh, and wipe away stray tears.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, but your beauty is more than your looks,” his words turn into moans as he kisses your body. Slowly taking your nightgown off you, and your hands immediately cover your stomach in shame. Everything in here with all the lights and the mirror is intimidating.

Andy sinks to his knees as he descends further down. Leaning around your body as he kisses on your arms, using his hands to pull your arms off your body, and he ghosts his lips over your belly. Saying your name like a sweet prayer with every tender touch of his lips.

“I will spend everyday worshiping you, and reminding you how perfect you are for me as long as you do the same. I will lift you up from the depths of whatever pit that Scott left you in because I need you. I love you. And I will give us a baby,” waterfalls of tears pour down your cheeks and still his lips linger. Going lower, and lower before kissing your covered core.

“I’m not giving up on you, on us, on expanding our family because Audrey and Suede are part of my family. I get all of you. Every bit of it, and I’ve always wanted it. I’ll take you in any shape or form because it’s you I want. I want to grow old with you. I want to sit on our porch in rockers, and watch our grandchildren play. You are what I’ve always wanted,” you whimper as he licks a strip up the gusset of your panties. Hooking his fingers in the elastic before pulling them slowly down your body.

He smiles at your exposed core. Desperately moaning at the sight of you even though you don’t have a thigh gap or you’re thicker than when you first were together. Despite your older age, he still stares at you like you’re a work of art. His look has never changed. His tongue roams through your split, and you spread your legs further apart. Stepping back to give him more room, and he moves to your front, sitting on the floor, while he desperately eats your cunt.

Pulling you nearly over him, and his hands roam over your naked body. His hands working you over. Loving you wordlessly. Using his hands to show he wanted your body in this form, and any form you gave him. Scott tried so many times to ruin you. Mentioned how it wouldn’t be long before Andy wanders, too because you wanted too much. And there would never be a man that holds up to your standards. Except, here he is, sitting on the floor, feasting on you like a five star dinner.

“Watch yourself,” he pants, staring up at you, and you glance down confused. “I want you to see just how amazing you look when I make you come. When I taste you, and make you moan, watch,” his face buries back into your warmth, but he keeps his eyes on you. He kneads and tweaks your nipples, and you grind over his mouth. Trying to watch yourself despite the embarrassment until the pleasure becomes too much. Watching while you enjoy the way he makes you feel.

“Andy,” he pinches your nipples harder. Rolling them in his fingers, while you let out the most beautiful mewl. Too loud, so he stops. “Andrew Barber!”

Andy maneuvers himself out of the floor, and gets right in your face as his thick hand rubs off the slick on his beard. His hands grab the hemline of his shirt, and he pulls it off his body, and then pulls down his boxers. “You’re too loud, and will wake up the kids.”

“But it feels too good,” whining because why is he a god in a man’s body? Why is sex on legs? Able to make your pussy throb, and cry for him.

“Pouting is going to get you nowhere,” he steps behind you, pressing a hand in between your shoulder blades, and adds pressure. Leaning you forward before gathering your slick on the crown of his cock. “But I will fuck you, while I cover your mouth. I’m going to make you stare at yourself, while I pump you full of cum, and breed you like a bitch in heat,” your mouth falls open, and you start to say something but he lays a hand on your mouth, and in one thrust, his cock stretches you wide open.

Yipping when he slides all the way home, “You talk too much. Just enjoy the ride,” that hand on your mouth never moves, but he grips your hip tight as he crashes into you over and over again. “See how your eyes get all glossy and wide because I’m fucking you? How your body moves every time that I fill this cunt like no one else ever has. That’s because you were made for me. You are mine. All mine, and I will fuck you until you swell with me. Our other babies are going to fawn over you. They’re going to be so excited to see their mama happy and full.”

You preen. Your back bows, but you’re watching him. He’s so sexy when he’s slightly angry. When his only determination is giving you what you want, his baby. It’s all so much. Overwhelming. You feel everything, see everything, “Keep your eyes on you,” you try, but he’s too beautiful. “Doe! On you!”

He spears into with so much force that you see stars, and watch yourself. He’s so rough, and yet, your body takes him. Takes every thick, hard inch of him. You were meant for him. You were meant solely for him. To give him a family that he’s always wanted. The new tears in your eyes are something else entirely, they’re the realization that you were for Andy. Good enough for him. Enough for him! The perfect man you could ever imagine, you were enough. And it is addictive. You’ve always been addicted to him. Always longed for him.

You tug at his arm, and his hand moves to your neck. “I’m good enough,” you plead, trying to keep your voice quiet. “I’m good enough for you.”

“You’ve always been good enough,” this isn’t love making. This is fucking, and fucking hard. It’s claiming you. It’s possessive. It’s demanding. It’s what you need. “You’ve always been mine. And you will always be mine,” he grunts, and crashes his mouth into yours. Aggressive, and nearly cruel, and you love it. You love when this side of Andy comes out. When you are the only one that sees that darker side that lurks just below the surface. He saves himself losing his cool on you.

Something pissed him off today, and your pussy suffers in pleasure. Your body tightens. Keeling as you start to lose the ability to stand, letting his hands hold you up. He gives each nipple a hard squeeze, and you scream into his mouth. Swallowing every aggravated grunt. Losing the function to be human as pleasure soaks over you like a warm blanket.

Andy’s hands slap on your belly and in one hard, pounding, deep thrust he shoots his load into your belly, and you feel it expand to take every drop. Your walls flutter, milking every bit, while he pants into your mouth. Pulling off your lips, he rests his forehead on your shoulder. “I promise you, Doe, I will fuck a baby in you. And I will never stop trying. It will happen. And you can look that doctor in the eyes, and tell him that he was wrong. You’re mine, and I will see you pregnant. I will have every experience with you.”

“I believe you,” panting, he pulls his softening cock out of you, but a hand covers your mound. “What are you doing?”

“Keeping it in there, while I walk you to the bed. And then I’m going to watch myself, leak out of your hole, and I’m fingering it back in there. This is the one. You’ll see. This is it. This is our baby.”

“I hope so, but if it’s not, can you fuck me like that again?” Waddling back into the bedroom he pushes you onto the bed, and then he’s back in between your legs, covering your hole again. “Do you need a front row seat?”

“Yes,” you giggle, and Andy smiles, kissing a line from one side of your pelvis to the other. “It’s so sexy to know I’m in there. And I’m controlling it. And it’s sexy to see you push it out. It’s sexy to watch you swallow it after it’s been in you. It’s sexy to see me drying on your skin.”

You run your fingers through his hair, smiling down at him, “Andy, I want to see you watch me leak of you,” that mouth quirks up, and he moves his hand. Staring at you like this was a blockbuster movie, and you push it out. His breathing hitches as thick rivers of him spill out of you.

Instead of immediately pushing it back in, Andy gathers some on his finger. He lifts his hand, and starts writing across your pussy. My god, he looks like a teenage boy, smiling mischievously. His finger moving over you sweetly despite being covered in cum, “What are you spelling?”

“You can’t tell?”

“I felt an ‘A’.”

“Andy’s,” he chuckles again, before looking at your gaping hole. “This is the best thing. Your pussy is a mess,” and he slides the rest back in. Pumping his fingers into your wet heat a few times. “You slut. Are you getting off on this?”

“Mhmm. Make me come on your cum, daddy.”

“Such a slut,” he didn’t want this to last. He wants you to come, so he can make you clean him off. He pulls out all the stops. Curling his fingers, adding a third one, and you’re already lifting off the bed. Already leaking. So wet. Squelches echo into the bedroom, and it’s the best lullaby. “My personal slut.”

Your orgasm comes way too fast as the calluses of his fingers massage that special spot. Waves upon waves of pleasure crash into you, and just before you moan too loudly, you cover your mouth, letting your body reach that perfect height when everything falls down. Clenching your eyes closed, and when you open them, Andy is hovering over you with messy fingers.

“Open up,” you obey, and he holds out his fingers for you to suck every bit of your essences off him. Moaning just as much as he is. “That’s the one, Doe. I just fucked a baby in you. I just know it.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he cocks up an eyebrow, and your eyes get so heavy, “Because this,” you lay both hands on your belly. So sleepy. “This is Andy’s.”

“Damn right it is. Go to sleep, little deer. I’ll clean everything up, and unlock the door, okay?” You smile, and nod. Letting beautiful dreams of unknown children, and your two oldest run around in a big backyard. What a dream. What a beautiful dream.

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whovianbuffalo · 8 months ago

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Dot and Bubble thoughts

This episode was first and foremost an allegory for racism and the entitlement of white elites, and this little touch of “charging rebranded as 'work'”(because it's 'tedious') is interesting here.

Lindy later says "my job's not easy, I get chapping" which shows she clearly hasn't worked out that "work" has become a meaningless phrase in their carefully-controlled society.

Before this, Ricky says people used to do 'manual labor, for money', but Lindy still self-identified as a wealthy person when Ruby asked, and said "Only people who can afford it" are sent to Finetime, yet

So... I can understand why some people feel that this episode is trying to take a shot at Gen-Z and no one else, but I will say it does seem to be a valid critique of performative activism.

Lindy mentions that she is using 'refurb' clothing and therefore isn't using up any of Finetime's resources, which is one of the only indications we are given that this 'utopia' is, of course, falling apart. The other indication comes in the opening of the episode when the newsreader informs them "Not going to lie, we are having trouble with the weather satellite".

A friend of Lindy's compliments her outfit- a woman who says "Kindness all the time" (an ultimately hollow phrase) is preferable in this society to The Doctor and Ruby, who are seen as impolite for daring to interrupt their bubbles, but, ultimately, The Doctor is shut out due to racism and colorism. Ruby is an outsider too, but because she is white and blonde and blue eyed they never question if she is a "contagion".

The Doctor was no 'ruder' than Ruby, but Lindy focuses on him anyway.

I appreciate that we see an early indication of Lindy's selfishness in her first meeting with Ricky here.

Interesting that instead of "heaven's sake" Gothic says "For land's sake". This makes sense for a culture so clearly obsessed with Manifest Destiny, and of course reaffirms their belief that Finetime is "heaven", of sorts.

It's clear that they still have some Religious/Phantasmagorical connection to a mythical heaven, as Lindy says "You mean she's in The Sky? Isn't she lucky!" rather than think about the realities of death or an afterlife. And just in case we were wondering if this culture was religious, they invoke the deity (and Manifest Destiny) directly:

The specific way in which Dot and Bubble forces the viewer to sit with Lindy throughout the episode- static scenes shot of her very boring life and her extremely vapid, empty social life (which I appreciate The Doctor calls out as being enough to drive the AI to homicide) makes us feel trapped and complicit in her behavior, and Ricky's, too.

We're watching the narrative unfold from within the bubble and the screen is literally obscured, peeling back the layers until we finally meet the doctor in person- but Lindy's reaction is off.

And then... We don't follow them. The camera shrinks back, and the impossibly wide world which they wanted to conquer shrinks back into a tiny dot as their boat fades out into the horizon. We're left with Ruby and The Doctor and a TARDIS which is bigger on the inside, but we don't see inside her.

Great work from the director of photography here and amazing work from the cast and crew all round to make a script which must have looked extreme repetitive on paper- the constant use of the word "Forwards. Forwards. Forwards" must have been a hard slog in the read-through— work so well onscreen. How prodigious that it would appear have been too expensive to film during the 11th doctor's era and was shelved for more than a decade until we could get Ncuti Gatwa to fully embody this experience.

This episode was an excellent satire (of multiple things!) and I'm not sure it would have landed the same way in a previous era... But it feels incredibly timely now if you are willing to listen to it.

#long post #I didn't mean to write so much sorry #Dot and Bubble #Doctor Who #Doctor Who spoilers

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leo-muscle · 1 year ago

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Kings of the World: Caribbean Waves

Kai knew he was far above the rest. Born into money and power, he got everything he wanted, exactly when he wanted it. Women, cars, planes, food... all at the drop of a dime. He dressed in designer suits, which he constantly bragged about the price of. He wanted the whole world to bow to him, and worship the very ground he walked on.

This leads to Kai's 22nd birthday party, taking place in the Bahamas. He had invited five of his wealthiest friends, the only people he deemed worthy of associating with. They had spent the entire month on Kai's father's dime with women, watersports, booze, and dice, all leading up to one final drinking night on Kai's actual day of birth aboard his luxury yacht, moored to a private island. The party was too much: strippers dotted the decks, fireworks went off every half hour, loud music floated about, and poker chips poured like honey. Kai himself sat at the head table with his five rich friends.

"Here's to one more year of life!" Kai cheered, his voice slurring.

"Hear, hear!" His friends replied, and they all chugged down their liquor like it was water.

"Alright, guys, I've got the next round coming!" Kai shouted, as he dashed back to the bar... only something was amiss.

The scantily-dressed barwoman was nowhere to be seen. Instead, an absolute giant of an irishman stood behind the bar, dancing to the beat of the music. He wore no shirt, just a bowtie with a nametag reading "Dom," and short shorts, accentuating his enormous muscles. An easy smile sat on his face, accented by the enormous emerald earring in his right ear. Just by being in the room with the man, Kai felt a need to compete with him.

"Where's Chrissy?" Kai asked, a simmer of anger in his voice.

"Ach, she was feeling a tad ill, so she came to fetch me." The bartender replied in a soothing Irish accent. "Watcha looking for tonight?"

"Something powerful and special." Kai said. "You'd know a thing or two about that."

The bartender's smile twitched. "I think I got just the thing for a birthday boy like you. Little something from back home, you aught to enjoy it."

The bartender turned around, and started pouring a variety of liquors into a shaker, then dancing to mix it all up. Kai couldn't stop looking at his ass: while Kai was incredibly straight, he could easily tell that this man had a great, bouncy bubble butt. His pecs too were incredible, the girls should be all over him-- why weren't they?

The bartender brought the shaker right up to his enormous left pec, opened it up, and dumped something in it that Kai couldn't see. He then presented the drink into a tall tankard. It was a sparkling emerald green, unlike any drink Kai had seen before.

"What is this shit?" Kai groaned.

"Special recipe of mine. You'll learn to make it yourself, someday."

"As if. People make my drinks, not the other way around."

Kai took a big swing of the emerald drink, chugging it all in one go. Instantly, he could feel his insides bubbling.

"Did you poison me?!" Kai screamed, but was inaudible over the clamor of the party.

"Nope." The bartender said. "Enjoy." And with that, he vanished.

Kai ran to the restroom as his muscles began burning and pulsing with new strength. He could barely make it to the bathroom before he began to shake, shiver, moan, and grow.

As Kai grew, a single thought entered his head.

My behavior is not suited for a King.

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Kai's friends were starting to wonder where their leader had gone, when suddenly, a single text appeared on their phones.

Kai: Everyone, come down to the island. There's someone you need to meet.

The group stumbled to the beach, where a single man awaited them, carrying four drinks with him. He was enormous, seven feet tall, and was a stunning example of peak masculinity. He was clearly from the islands around here: his beautiful, dark skin reflected the setting sun perfectly, while saltwater trickled through his tight curls, mustache, and goatee. His gigantic, bouncy, fuckable pecs sat atop a tight muscle gut, indented with the turtle-shell pattern of abs. His biceps outsized his head, and were crisscrossed with a pattern of veins showing his strength. His legs would have been incredibly oversized on any other man, but on him, they were glorious, perfect cylinders striated with pure strength, able to cut through water with ease. His ass was a perfect breeding site for any cock able to work its way past his thick muscle cheeks. An inviting aroma of saltwater and musk wafted from him, beckoning the boys over. It assaulted their nostrils, the scent unimpeded by clothes, for this beach hunk wore only a speedo and a necklace of purest silver. It smelled divine, and although these boys were straight before, this musk was worth far more than any feeble heterosexuality. They almost climbed over each other to get closer to the man.

"Now, now," The beach hunk said. "We can take me in some other time; I'm not the important one here. What is important, is you."

"What do you mean?" One of the rich boys asked. "You're perfect!"

"And you can be too." The beach hunk replied. "You boys want a drink?"

"Yes?" Another rich boy said.

"I made them myself," The beach hunk said, gesturing to the drinks in his hands. They gleamed a pure silver, like liquid mercury.

"From this big boy down here." He continued, patting the massive cock straining to break free of his speedo.

By this point, every single boy had a raging-hard on. They needed to know what this man tasted like. They dashed over to the beach hunk, and each grabbed a glass from the man's enormous hands, and drank the whole thing in one gulp each.

Instantly, their bodies expanded. Their thighs grew from twigs to tree trunks, laced with power. Their arms mirrored their King's, bursting with strength the size of coconuts. Their abs, one by one, popped into existence, forming tight eight-packs on all of their cores.

Soon, one boy started noticing how hot his neighbor was getting. While the beach hunk was a true being of masculinity, his friend was definitely becoming capable of rivaling him. He reached over to his friend's chest, and touched his nipple--

And suddenly, his friend's chest ballooned past almost every letter of the alphabet with mass, growing larger and darker and more sensitive, until his pecs were just as bouncy and voluptuous as his King's.

"B-bro..." He moaned. "I... I need you to touch them..."

His fellow transformee showed no slowness as he latched his rapidly-expanding hands onto his friend's enormous muscle tits, pawing and kneading the muscle and nipple. His friend moaned with pleasure. How could his chest feel so good?

The other two had noticed what their friends were doing, and immediately joined in. One began worshipping another's ass, while the final one began giving his friend a blowjob. Soon, their asses and dicks had all expanded into pillars and beautiful mounds of dark flesh, sensitive and plush, perfect for kneading. The friends grew closer and closer together, their hair darkening and tightening as they went, until they had all become a massive literal clusterfuck. Each man was sucking a nipple, taking a dick, fucking an ass, all in the most intense pleasure any of them had ever felt in their life.

Though, eventually, it was all too much. They felt their load coming right from their new enormous bull balls... and they just couldn't hold it any longer. In a burst of cum, they all released each other, panting on the sand in their beautiful new forms.

King Kai knew his new boys would make great citizens of his kingdom, but there was still much work to be done. He would go about this subtly, with his own line of drinks laced with kingly fluid. Soon, the islands would be peaceful, and everyone would live freely and without strife.

#male tf #male transformation #jock tf #race change #latino tf #black tf #bear tf #butt growth #pec growth #straight to gay #kings of the world

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wwestrang-fan · 11 days ago

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Something different pt 4

jey uso x oc reader

warning : a little bit of angst insecurity bit of age gap scars

author's note : Ginger: Saluki Dumpling: Great Dane Dolly: Afghan Hound

Jey settled in his set on the airplane he took out his phone and texted Lola

Jey settled into his seat on the airplane, feeling the rhythmic hum of the engines surround him as he fastened his seatbelt. He took out his phone, navigating to his contacts, and found Lola’s name. With a few taps on the screen, he texted her:

"Hey, just boarded. Thinking about you. Wish you were here. How’s everything?"

He leaned back, watching as the airport terminal began to fade, hopeful for her response while his thoughts drifted to their last conversation. Just then, his phone buzzed, and he quickly glanced at the screen, a smile spreading across his face when he saw Lola's reply:

"Hey! Everything is good. Just the usual—work, gym, and trying to find time to relax. How about you?"

Jey couldn't help but respond with enthusiasm. He typed back. "Glad to hear! I just finished a long day, and now I’m off to Philadelphia."

He hit send and waited, excitement bubbling inside him at the thought of possibly seeing her soon. Lola replied almost immediately

"Wait, what? I live in Philly you better let me know when you land!"

Jey's smile grew. "Are you serious? I didn’t even know that’s amazing" he typed back. "What are you up to these days? We should definitely meet up"

As he sent the message, the plane accelerated down the runway, lifting off into the open sky. He felt a sense of exhilaration at the thought of reconnecting with Lola.

After a brief moment, he saw the three little dots indicating that she was typing. His heart raced as he imagined the possibilities of their reunion.

Finally, her message came through,"I’m just finishing up work for the week, but I’m free this weekend do you have time to catch up?"

Jey quickly responded, "Absolutely I land around three. I'll come get you and we could grab dinner.

Lola replied, " that sounds perfect I can’t wait! Just let me know when you land.

He was now buzzing with excitement. "Sounds great! Looking forward to it. He passed send

He wanting to pass the time by planning their weekend. He strolled along on Google maybe a visit to a museum. He started drafting a list of things they could do.

As the plane leveled off, Jey leaned back, his mind racing with memories of their last time together. Philadelphia had so much to offer, and he was eager to share it again with Lola.

Lola glanced around her room, a whirlwind of fabric and color scattered everywhere. Her friends Molly and Maxine were sprawled on her bed, each holding various outfits as they attempted to help her prepare for her evening with Jey.

“Okay, how about this?” Molly exclaimed, holding up a cute sundress with floral patterns. "It’s adorable"

Lola rolled her eyes. “No way. I think It’s too dressy for just a hangout. I don’t want to give him the wrong idea.”

Maxine chimed in, holding up a pair of leggings and a loose t-shirt. “What about this? Super comfy”

Lola frowned, shaking her head. “No, I can’t go out looking like I just rolled out of bed. I don’t want to look like I put no effort in at all!”

Lola sat down on the edge of her bed, feeling overwhelmed. “I have nothing that looks good!” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration. “This is impossible!”

Molly leaned over, rummaging through the pile of clothes. “Okay, let’s take a breath. It doesn’t have to be perfect.

“I never talked to a guy like this before. What if I do something stupid? What if he thinks I'm immature?” Lola's voice wavered with anxiety.

“Hey, relax!” Maxine cut her off, her tone firm but comforting. “You’re overthinking it. Jey likes you for who you are, not for your age or what you wear Just focus on having a good time and enjoying the moment.”

Molly nodded in agreement. “Exactly! Think of it as just hanging out with a friend. No pressure!”

Lola took a deep breath, letting their words sink in. Maybe it wasn’t about the outfit after all; it was about being confident in herself. “Okay, you’re right. I just need to find something that feels true to me.”

“What do you guys think?” Lola asked her friends, adjusting her outfit nervously in front of the mirror. “Not too much?”

“No, you look good!” Molly said, giving her an enthusiastic thumbs up.

“Go have fun with Jey! We’ve got Dolly, Ginger, and Dumpling here to keep us company,” Maxine said while playfully rubbing Lola’s Saluki-Great Dane-Afghan Hound, who was wagging there tails excitedly.

Lola’s heart raced with anticipation, but her friends’ support made her feel more at ease. “You really think I can pull this off?” she asked, scanning her reflection one last time.

“Definitely! Just remember to be yourself,” Molly said with a reassuring smile.

Lola smiled back. “Okay, I’ll be back” she said taking a deep breath as she walked out the door.

Jey stood outside Lola's apartment complex, the door open, and it felt like time stopped for a moment when he saw her walk out. Even in dressed jeans and bottom up shirt, she looked beautiful to him.

“Hey, Jey” Lola called with a bright smile as she approached him.

“Wow, you look beautiful,” he replied, feeling a warmth spread through him.

She laughed softly, a sound that seemed to dance in the air. “Thanks i wasn’t sure if I should dress up or keep it casual.”

Jey shook his head, still captivated. “You could wear anything, and it would look good on you.”

Lola’s cheeks flushed with a hint of pink. “So, what do you want to do?” she asked.

Jey smiled, thinking for a moment. “I was thinking about grabbing some Philly cheesesteak and then checking out an art museum.”

“Oh, that sounds great!” Lola replied, her gray eyes lighting up. “I know this place that has the best Philly cheesesteak. And there’s an art museum nearby that features some truly beautiful artworks.”

“Perfect! Lead the way,” Jey said, feeling excited about the day ahead. As they walked together, the sun warmed their faces, and the bustling sounds of the city filled the air, creating a perfect backdrop for their day ahead.

While Jey and Lola walked, they chatted about their favorite foods and artworks, laughter floating in the air as they shared stories. Suddenly, Lola's eyes brightened. “Here we are!” she exclaimed, spotting a small food restaurant.

She walked to the door and opened it for Jey, a playful smile on her face. “You know, the man usually opens the door,” Jey said jokingly.

“Well, I already opened it, so go!” Lola replied, nudging him forward with a teasing grin.

Jey stepped inside, the delicious aroma of grilled meat hitting him instantly.

“Hey, Rick!” Lola called out to the elderly man behind the counter.

“Oh, hello, Lola! How have you been?” Rick replied, a warm smile spreading across his face.

“I’m fine! I brought a friend,” Lola said, gesturing to Jey standing beside her.

“Oh, that’s nice! You want the usual?” Rick asked, his eyes twinkling with familiarity.

“Yes, two, please!” Lola responded, her excitement evident.

Rick nodded, as he prepared their order.

“The usual,” Jey said, glancing up at Lola.

“Yes, you’re going to love it!” she replied with enthusiasm, leading the way to a table.

“Here you guys go!” Rick said, placing a tray with two wrapped Philly cheesesteaks on the counter.

“Thank you, Rick!” Lola said, smiling brightly as she grabbed the tray.

They settled into a cozy corner table, excitement palpable as they unwrapped their sandwiches. The aroma wafted up, making their mouths water in anticipation. Jey took a bite of his cheesesteak, flavors bursting in his mouth.

“This is fantastic!” he exclaimed, looking at Lola, who was already savoring her own.

“I told you! It’s the best in town,” Lola beamed. They continued to eat and chat, enjoying each other’s company and the delicious food.

“See you later, Rick!” Lola said, waving as they walked out the door.

“See you soon, Lola!” Rick replied with a smile.

“So, which art museum do you want to visit?” Jey asked as they began to stroll down the street.

“How about the Philadelphia Museum of Art? It’s my favorite!” Lola suggested, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

“Okay, that sounds good!” Jey said, matching her excitement.

As they walked, the conversation flowed easily between them.

Inside the Philadelphia Museum of Art, Jey and Lola wandered through the grand halls adorned with exquisite works of art. Sunlight streamed in through tall windows, illuminating the vibrant colors of the paintings and sculptures.

They paused in front of a large, vivid canvas, painted with energetic strokes of blues and yellows.

“What do you think?” Jey asked, tilting his head as he admired the abstract piece.

“I love how it captures movement,” Lola replied, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “It’s almost alive!”

As they moved on, they found themselves mesmerized by a stunning sculpture of a dancer, frozen in a moment of grace. Lola leaned closer, studying the intricate details.

“Look at the way the fabric drapes,” she said, her voice filled with admiration.

“Yeah, it’s magnificent,” Jey agreed, but paused, his gaze shifting to Lola. “But not as magnificent as you.”

Lola turned, caught off guard by the compliment. Her cheeks flushed, and a smile broke across her face. “Oh, stop! I’m just here enjoying the art,” she said, playfully nudging him.

“It’s true,” Jey insisted, a teasing grin on his lips. “You light up this place just by being here.”

They shared a moment, laughter softening the air around them as they continued to explore the gallery. Lola felt a warmth inside, relishing the way Jey made her feel special.

They ventured further, encountering a series of portraits that captivated their attention. Jey peered closely at one of the figures, a dignified woman with piercing eyes.

“Can you imagine what her story is?” he mused, glancing at Lola.

“Probably something incredible. I wish I could just ask her,” Lola replied, a dreamy expression on her face.

With each piece they examined, their conversation flowed effortlessly, intertwining art and their thoughts, growing more personal with every exchanged glance. The museum, with all its beauty, became a backdrop for their blooming connection, each artwork a witness to the growing chemistry between them.

As they stepped out of the Philadelphia Museum of Art, the golden hues of sunset painted the sky in vibrant oranges and soft pinks. Jey turned to Lola, catching her gaze as they paused on the steps.

“Hey, how about I walk you home?” he suggested, his voice warm and inviting.

“You don’t have to do that,” Lola replied, a hint of surprise in her tone.

“I want to,” Jey insisted, flashing a reassuring smile. “It’s getting late, and it’d be nice to spend a bit more time together.”

With a smile creeping onto her face, Lola nodded. “Okay, I’d like that.”

They began to walk side by side, the cool evening air wrapping around them. The streets were lively, filled with the sounds of laughter and chatter. Lola felt a pleasant thrill as they strolled, the setting sun casting a warm glow on them.

As they arrived at Lola's apartment complex, the warm lights flickered on, illuminating the pathway. Jey walked her to her door, their steps echoing softly in the quiet evening. Lola turned to face him, her heart fluttering.

“I had a great time,” she said.

“Me too,” Jey replied, his voice warm. Um are you free tomorrow.

“Cool maybe we can do some more things tomorrow,” he suggested.

“I like that,” Lola said, smiling.

She leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Jey’s cheek, leaving him momentarily speechless. “Goodnight, Jey,” she said softly as she turned to open her door.

“Goodnight, Lola,” Jey replied, a smile spreading across his face, the warmth of her kiss lingering on his skin. He watched her enter.

As she closed the door, a wave of happiness washed over both of them, the sweet closeness of their shared evening hanging in the air as they each savored the growing connection that had blossomed between them.

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spinchip · 2 months ago

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Dot after the Never Realm.

There’s something sweet carrying on the breeze- sugary. Baked goods from the shop across the road, probably. Maybe a pie or cake from the picnics spread across the park. Maybe the lingering scent of her shampoo in her freshly washed hair. Dot didn’t seek out the source, staying in this little bubble of calm she’d created on this lone park bench. She just barely noticed it, her mind grasping for something that wasn’t the way her hands were still so cold or the chill creeping up the exposed skin on the back of her neck. Her hair was too short now.

She used to come to this park a lot as a child, back when the jungle gym was more wood than plastic and steel. It survived the great devourer attack, but it was torn up and discarded not long after. The wood had rotted out exposed to the elements, the finishing oils worn down and left to ruin over the years. Now the park was filled with shiny new pieces that made a once familiar comfort foreign and wrong.

Dot sits at the park bench anyway and watches the day pass. She’s been here for a long time, but there’s no desire to go home. She’s asked Zane for space so he was off to sleep for a while- she wants to feel bad about it, but she doesn’t. She doesn’t feel a lot of things nowadays.

a shadow passes over her but she doesn’t take her eyes off the trees on the horizon. It’s one of the ninja, she’s certain. Come to check on her. She wishes she could ask them for space and have them go off to sleep somewhere, too. Can’t she grieve the Never Realm in peace?

”Dakota.”

she turns to look at Leo out of pure surprise more than anything. He looks nice, dressed in clothes bought new and not second hand. He used to only ever buy things second hand, stubbornly scrubbing out stains or mending holes so he didn’t have to spend a dollar where he didn’t need to. He used to wear his shoes until the soles finally gave way- and then he’d super glue them and wear them even longer. Now, he’s dressed in a crisp white sweater, tan slacks, and a jean jacket with Sherpa lining. His shoes are so new they’re still shiny.

His hair is cut like it always was, but he’s grown out the stubble around his mustache into a short, neatly kept beard. He’s put on weight, but it looks good on him.

It takes her only a moment to compare him to the last time she’d seen him- some part of her mind latching on to his changes so she can avoid thinking of her own. She wants to keep doing it- keep examining him to notice all the things he is without her by his side.

”Hey.” She says instead. then, “What are you doing here?”

”Your friends are worried about you.” He says plainly, still standing outside the little bubble she’d made for herself.

”And they thought seeing you would make me feel better?” She asks flatly.

He takes it with grace, only looking stung for a moment before he smooths his features. All that training in law school paid off, “They were desperate.” He grins wryly, “Willing to try anything.”

”So they texted you and, what, you took the first flight out of Metalonia?” There’s something unkind in her voice that she can’t stop- a bitterness. Why drop everything for her now? Why not all those years ago?

He scuffs his boot on the ground and tries for a joke, “Well, the first flight was sold out so I had to wait for the second one.”

It is funny, but she doesn’t laugh. She turns her face back towards the horizon, watching the trees sway in the breeze.

”May I sit down?” He asks quietly, “Or would you rather I leave?”

There's a long pause before she can bring herself to reply, “Why’d you come all the way back home to sit on a bench with me?”

He looks down again, staring at his new boots, “…I guess… for the same reason you knew I was out in Metalonia… despite the fact we haven’t spoken in years.”

Her throat feels thick and it's hard to swallow. He must be a force to be reckoned with in the courtroom, noticing every little thing his opponent says and reading between the lines. She kept tabs on him and He came when he thought she would need him because-

”Okay.” She says, voice wobbling, “You can sit.”

So he does, and he stays even after the sun sets and it’s too cold out for a regular human.

For the first time, he doesn’t leave first.

#ninjago oc Dot #ninjago oc #Spinchip fic

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ladyveronikawrites · 1 month ago

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I've Got My Love to Keep You Warm

Pairing: Nick Folio x OC (Bailey)

CW: fluff, holiday coziness, brief mentions of shitty ex's

word count: 1k

AN:: I abandoned this fic last winter and wanted to write something soft after Kinktober, please enjoy💖 dividers @cafekitsune

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There’s a loud bang of an engine sputtering that pulls Bailey’s attention from her cross-stitching project. Her brows knit together as she tries to decipher the sound when her boyfriend of six months, Nick Folio, barges through the front door.

“Hey babe! I have a surprise for you!” he yells from the kitchen stomping the snow from his boots.

Great, just another thing she’ll have to clean up later.

“Can you change into something cozy…remember our matching flannel? Hurry up, Bryan is waiting for us!”

She rolls her eyes while setting her project on the coffee table. She sighs, shuffling her feet to their shared bedroom. She loves him dearly, but his spontaneity makes her stomach churn. Will she have fun? Yes, she usually does– but the idea of going out into the freezing cold is not top on her list today.

“When we are done we can come home and snuggle up and watch one of those cheesy Hallmark Christmas movies you love!” he hollers.

With that, Bailey makes herself presentable by pulling her hair up in a signature messy bun and applying a little mascara and lip gloss before meeting Nick at the front door.

“Perfect,” Nick says as he leans down to peck a kiss on her cheek and it makes her giggle nervously. “You look gorgeous, babe.”

Bailey’s cheeks warm as she casts her gaze to her boots, unable to meet his soft brown eyes.

“Ready?” Nick takes her hand and his and squeezes slightly, the pressure soothing the butterflies in her stomach.

Bailey gazes out the window as the snowy landscape passes her. In no time at all Nick exclaims, “We’re here!” Excitement oozes from him like a kid in the candy store. Bailey’s stomach tightens in knots once again when he opens the door for her. Bryan waits by a thicket of evergreen trees just off of the gravel path.

“Don’t you two look adorable,” he grins excitedly.

“Thanks!” the love birds say in unison. Embarrassed, Bailey tries to hide herself behind her boyfriend.

“Hey,” Nick says softly as he wraps his arms around her. It’ll be fun! And your parents are going to love the Christmas cards.”

Almost instantly, the anxiety bubbling in her stomach turns to excitement at the image of her parents displaying the Christmas card on the fireplace mantle. As the only child, her mother has been dotting on her ever since she revealed a few months ago that she was dating again.

“Let’s do it,” she squeezes Nick back relishing in his warmth for a moment longer.

Bryan guides them deeper into the woods. Every step of the way Nick whispers encouraging words to Bailey. When he’s not making her smile, he bets with Bryan on who can make her laugh more. Bryan instructs the two through different poses and to Bailey’s surprise, Nick is a natural.

“Why don’t we let Bailey catch her breath from all the laughing and we can finish up at the pickup.”

Hand and hand, the pair follow the photographer back to the old red pickup truck. When they approach the old truck, a huge grin spreads across Bailey’s face when she sees all the blankets and pillows in the truck bed.

“You… how?”

“Nick thought of everything,” Bryan says as he playfully smacks Nick on the shoulder.

Nick hoists Bailey into the bed and climbs in after her. He settles down on the pillows beside her and flashes her a wink.

Overcome with joy, Bailey pulls Nick into a quick kiss. “Thank you.”

When Bailey pulls back slightly, she gasps at the breathtaking sight. A golden halo of light from the setting sun illuminates her boyfriend’s soft features.

As if on cue, it starts to snow.

“Bailey,” Nick’s lips ghost over hers, which summons a frenzy of butterflies to dance in her stomach. “Nick,” she giggles.

Nick leans in to kiss her cheek. “I love you.”

Bailey wraps her arms around his neck, “I-I love you too,” she grins.

Nick closes the space between them with an open mouth kiss. The confession warms Bailey’s cheeks and Nick’s tongue exploring her mouth sets her veins on fire.

Without warning, Nick grips her hips and pulls her onto his lap. The pounding in her ears muffles Bryan’s words. “Alright, lovebirds I got my shots now you two can get a room.” Nick’s laughter buzzes her lips.

“Now let’s get you warmed up.”

The hot water stings Bailey’s skin at first, then her muscles start to relax after a while. Nick’s voice filters through the crack in the bathroom door. Bailey can’t help but grin as her boyfriend sings ‘All I Want for Christmas Is You’ at the top of his lungs– poorly imitating Mariah Carey. Does it hurt her ears a little? Yes. But does it make her love him even more? Most definitely. His unabashed joy and childlike wonder is what she loves most about him.

Sighing deeply, Bailey steps under the water once more letting the water wash away the suds and shampoo. Suddenly she jumps when there’s a knock at the door.

“Can I come in?”

“Mhm,” she hums in agreement.

Suddenly warm lips crash onto hers. In no time at all, she melts into Nick as he wraps his arms around her middle.

“I lit the fireplace and your favorite robe is fluffing in the dryer along with your towel so when you’re done you’ll be nice and warm.”

“Thank you,” Bailey says as she wraps her arms around his neck pulling him into the water for a kiss. She still gets a little shy when Nick sees her naked yet he’s been so kind and patient with her every step of their relationship.

Bailey’s ex left her hurt and insecure about herself. Nick never pushed anything further than she was comfortable with– always actively checking in with her during their showers and steamy makeout sessions.

“Do you need help washing up?” Nick asks caressing her cheek.

“No, I just finished.”

A glimpse of sadness flashes in his eyes but is soon replaced by a soft smile. “Would you mind helping me?”

“Sure!”

Bailey’s eyes light up instantly. She loved looking at his tattoos especially when they were glistening from being wet. Seeing Nick naked in a neutral environment put her mind at ease. She was in control of what part of him she touched and of how he touched her.

Her hands roam over his shoulders as she washes his back. Her eyes drift lower to his taut muscles and back dimples. Before she lets her impulsive thoughts take over, she hands him the washcloth back. Nick steps into the water and when the water trickles down his back once more, she gives in.

Bailey closes the distance to rest her hands on his waist, thumbs grazing his dimples. Emboldened by the soft sounds he makes, she slides a hand to his front. Nick adjusts his stance slightly to brace the tile wall just as she wraps her hand around his cock.

“Bai…” Nick moans her name and it heats her core. She digs her fingertips into his hip for stability as she slides her hand up and down his shaft while peppering kisses to his shoulder blades.

He says her nickname again a little firmer to get her attention and that’s when she steps into the water. She recoils instantly to the chilling water as Nick huffs a laugh.

“I was trying to tell you that the water was starting to get cold… but you got carried away… and I was not going to stop you until I couldn’t stand it any longer.” Nick says this as he turns the tap off.

Next, he steps out of the shower and wraps himself in a towel. “Wait right there, let me get you your towel… hopefully it’s still warm!”

Bailey starts to shiver in the dissipating steam just as Nick returns. “Come here, doll. Let me get you warmed up.” He wraps Bailey up in her favorite oversized fuzzy robe before redressing in the Christmas pajama set, she bought for him.

Before long, Bailey buries herself in a multitude of blankets by the crackling fire. Nick settles down beside her with their simple holiday supper spread out on the coffee table. Bailey snuggles up against her boyfriend’s shoulder just as he unceremoniously stuffs his face with food.

“Hey, Nick.” Bailey looks up at him through her lashes.

“Mhm?” All he can do is give her a questioning look with his mouth full of food.

“You’re my Christmas miracle.”

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cyber-corp · 24 days ago

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2024: It was a....year?

A lot happened to me this year. I bought a car, I studied real hard and graduated high school, I realized some personal aspects about myself and generally the world around me felt a little more hectic. Maybe it's because I graduated, who knows.

Nevertheless, some truly fantastic stuff was made this year, and I tried to engage with most of it and enjoyed it! Here are some of my favourite bits and bobs that were released this year:

The Substance: I genuinely had no idea what this movie was about other than a few cryptic messages a friend sent me about it. It turns out it was a gorey, grotesque and all-around enthralling tragedy about one woman's self-destruction in order to win the hearts of disgusting media executives. My personal favourite film of this year, nothing else like it.

Doctor Who (season 14): No one is calling season 1, be real. A fantastic collection of episodes while Ncuti breaths so much new life into the character, and also demonstrates his ability as a great crier. Favourite episodes from this season were Boom and Dot and Bubble, Moff and Davies' ability to tackle political themes in a family-oriented context has proven to be unmatched.

Kinds of Kindness: This was the only film where its trailer actually pulled me in. I stuck around Yorgos Lanthimos after Poor Things, and this film is not Poor Things. By making a triptych story, Lanthimos covers all types of ground through the different parts, such as ideas of cruelty, power and of course kindness. I did feel a bit sick by the end though. Maybe that's par for the course.

FEX - Subways Of Your Mind: No fucking way they actually found it. A nearly decade-long search for "The Mysterious Song" finally came to an end this year, and managed to reunite the band that made it. Hearing it in such a high quality almost feels wrong after being used to the fuzzier, older recording from 2011. A really great new wave song that feels triumphant after years of searching.

Chappell Roan - Good Luck Babe! - 2024 was especially great for pop music. BRAT was a fantastic album, so was Short and Sweet, but I don't think there's even been a pop star quite like Chappell Roan before. She's ridiculously honest and writes the music she wants to write, and Good Luck Babe is a great example. When I think back to 2024 in terms of music and art, Chappell will be my first thought. You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.

Porter Robinson - SMILE! :D - Porter comes out swinging with my personal album of the year. Bright and poppy when it needs to be, somber and mellow when it wants to make you cry so hard you throw up. Favourite tracks on here are Russian Roulette and Everything To Me.

Kendrick Lamar - GNX: This guy's had an amazing year and he didn't even drop an album until last month. And even so, Lamar continues to prove with the early 90s LA production and flow that it is, in fact, only Big Him. Favourite tracks on this album are reincarnated and dodger blue.

And the hyperfixation of the year goes to...

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, for lifting me up during a very difficult exam period!

I read somewhere that Araki said JoJo's overall message was about "what it means to live" and that it acts as "an ode to humanity". Going into JoJo with that message in mind makes it a lot empowering (and a little more tolerable) to watch. All members of this family have this ambitious spark within them, and it gives them the energy to continue moving forward, which I found gave me my own energy. It's stupid, but simple messages like "Determination and passion are built-in to our humanity" really help out.

I don't want to jinx it too hard but considering how I have a lot of things planned for 2025, it's bound to be a more interesting year.

Happy new year and stay safe out there. I'll always share my heat lamp!

#:)#gecko boy #2024 #feeling a strong 7 to a light 8 #there are. too many things to tag so i won't

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jnkgrnde · 2 years ago

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☆ unforgettable, m.m

pairings: e!1610 miles morales x black!reader

summary: miles morales has had a crush on you for a fair amount of time, even before he adorned the mask. he finds you unforgettable, having countless moments with you that leave you both flustered by the end of the day.

warnings: none

a/n: trying my hand at writing atsv fics since all the ones i read r so good 🙏🏾

“morales!” miles snapped his head towards the sound of his last name being called, just to have a smile grace his lips when he sees it was you.

“hey!” he greets. it was a school day, a friday to be specific, and it was a day where everyone would go home for the weekend to relax before eventually having to return to brooklyn visions. “whatcha doin’ later?” you asked, jogging up to him. lip gloss covered your lips, a stick of gum in your mouth that was slowly losing flavor.

miles tried, horribly, to admire you discreetly. you were just so pretty, so bubbly that you were just what he needed; a breath of fresh air in his otherwise hectic life. “packing and heading back home for the weekend later, why?” he asked.

see, about 99% of the time you asked that question, you had something insane you wanted to do in mind and always dragged the boy with you. was he terrified to do those things? yes, but it was you, so that made up for it.

“nothinggg,” dragging out the ‘g’, “except i found this really cool spot i wanted to check out with you! it’s a little high up, but it has a great view of the city, especially at night!”

it didn’t seem like a bad idea. at the time.

he didn’t think much of it. matter of fact, he wanted to use this opportunity.

“what time?” he asked. “sun sets at around eight, so how about eight? i can drop by your place to see mama morales, too.” miles chuckled at the nickname. he knew how much his mom adored you, as you did her.

“it’s a date.” he said without thinking. he stopped when he realized what he said. “no, no- i mean it’s a uh-“ “you wanna take me on a date, morales?” you asked him.

he stood flustered, mouth gaping like a fish out of water. “i’m jus’ messing with you, miles.” you punched his arm while giggling. “see you tonight for our ‘date’!” and off you went before he could get another word out.

a date, miles thought.

right on the dot, at eight p.m., you rang the doorbell to the morales residence. after a couple seconds, rio morales stood with the door open, a soft smile on her face. “hi, mrs. morales.” you greeted while going to hug her. “hi, my love! how have you been?” she invited you in to relax while you waited on miles. she asked you a ton of questions, eventually leading up to asking when you and miles would get together.

“get.. together?” you chuckled. your face flushed with embarrassment. “yeah! he talks about you nonstop, all about your hangouts and everything.” as if he was listening, and there was a chance he was, miles stepped out of his room, ready to go.

“ready?” he asked. rio just snickered quietly while you stood up, hand in your pockets. “yup!” “you kids have fun!” rio called after. “see you, mrs. morales!” you shot her a smile. “later, mamí!”

walking in time, you and miles admired the city. it was starting to get dark, shops starting to close up. “you wanna stop by benny’s?” he asked. “are you gonna pay? ‘cause i payed last time.” miles groaned jokingly before you punched his shoulder, ending with him laughing.

“fine, fine, i’ll pay.” you skipped along the streets of brooklyn, basically playing 20 questions with miles while you made your way to the convenience store.

the bell rung when miles held the door open for you, you thanking him generously. “hey, benny!” you greeted while making a b-line for the candy section. “hey, lovebirds.” he greeted back. ‘what was it with everyone pointing that out all of a sudden?’ you wondered. rio, benny, people in your class even.

“you still got those beef patties, man?” miles asked, walking up to the counter. they conversed while miles heated up the food while you browsed the section for your favorite, grabbing it, and letting your feet take you to the drinks section.

“hey, miles, what do you want to drink?” you yelled out. “grab me a soda!” he responded. he hummed a tuneless tune before being interrupted by benny. “so, when are you taking the girl on a date?” he questioned. “what?” “[name]? when are you asking her out, son?” benny chuckled at miles’ ‘obliviousness’.

“no, no, we’re just friends, man. i don’t think she even likes me like that.” miles responded. “sure, miles.” miles furrowed his eyebrows at this. “hey, got the stuff. you ready?” miles turned to look at you holding the snacks. “uh, yup!” miles took out some money while you sat the food on the counter for benny to ring them up.

“6.73.” miles paid the respective amount while you grabbed the bag. “see ya, benny!” the man waved while miles waited for you, holding the door open once again.

laughter filled the night, the sound coming from the rooftop you and miles were currently perched on. he was telling you different pick up lines, corny ones at that. “so- so you’d think you’d genuinely pick up a girl with those?” “i mean, they’re making you laugh aren’t they?”

miles had no idea where this newfound confidence was coming from, but he was trying to tone it down.

“that’s ‘cause they’re corny.” you told him, sighing before relaxing again.

you were so pretty without even trying, it hurt.

miles let his eyes linger on your face, the lights of brooklyn shining a light on you. he looked back, admiring the view. “how’d you even find this place anyways?” he asked. his beef patty was long gone, his soda replacing it. you threw a piece of candy in your mouth before answering. “got bored after i finished homework early. wanted to see what ‘hidden gems’ i could find.” miles hummed in understanding.

it was silent for a moment before you asked a question. “have.. people been.. bugging you about something?” miles snapped his head towards you. “like, uh, like what?”

he knew exactly what you were talking about.

“like, for instance..” you blew air from your lips, “i don’t know.. when you’re gonna get together with a certain person.” you looked up at him. miles laughed nervously. “well, n- no, but if i was, why are you asking?”

you knew he was lying. miles was a terrible liar and you knew it.

“no reason, jus’ wondering.” you mumbled. it was awkward now. “who’s the, uh, who’s the person they’re asking about?” “ah, you don’t need to worry about that. i’m sure they’ll let up soon.”

it was quiet before you eventually resumed talking.

and then miles came up with a stupid idea.

he didn’t say anything, instead getting up on the ledge. “what are you doing?” you asked. you started getting nervous. you were pretty high up, and you couldn’t afford to let the boy fall.

“come on. i’ll catch you if you fall.” you bit your lip, trying to decide.

you sighed, “better stay true to that, morales.” miles grinned wide before helping you up. miles could already see the panic in your eyes. “i got you, don’t worry.” he reassured. he didn’t really realize he had a hand kept on your waist, a tight grip accompanying it. you cleared your throat, face burning. “what are we doing up here?”

miles just shrugged his shoulders. “dunno. just wanted to be up here.” you smiled a bit at his reply. you looked around before making the mistake of looking down. your eyes widened before you clung onto miles. he froze, his eyes the shapes of saucers.

“oh my god- can we get down now? please?” “i- uh- yeah, yeah.”

you made it down from the rooftop when you saw it was starting to get late and it was time for miles to drop you off. it wasn’t too far only a couple minutes away. you stood outside the entrance to the apartment complex.

“so, i’ll see you again this weekend?” you asked. you really hoped you did. “i’ll make sure of it.” he shot you a blinding smile. “alright. goodnight miles.” you chuckled, sending him a soft smile before leaving to go up the stairs to your apartment.

that night, miles left smiling wide and thinking about you the whole way home.

#miles morales x reader #miles morales #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #atsv x reader #atsv #spiderman atsv

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true-illusion · 6 months ago

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So, I finally got round to watching the new Doctor Who season.

I had lost interest since Clara became the companion and after Peter Capaldi was the Doctor. I only watched two episodes of Jodi Whitaker - the first episode and the one with John Barrowman and Jo Martin. I thought both episodes were rubbish. Plus, it took effort to find and download the show, so I stopped watching. I haven’t gotten round to the Tennant specials cos I thought they were just nostalgia bait.

So, I was very sceptical, going in to Ncuti Gatwa’s era. I worried it would be another snooze fest that was more interested in being PC and box-ticking than telling a good story. But I had nothing else to do, and it was on Disney, so I turned it on.

IT WAS SO GOOD. I binge watched the whole thing in two days.

I could definitely see Russell T. Davis’ hand in it. It felt like the Eccleston and Tennant era episodes. It was exciting and fun and funny, but not too silly. They made a social point without being too preachy. Ncuti Gatwa is growing on me - I think the binge watching format made it harder to sink in that, "yes, he’s the Doctor". But I’m getting there.

But, I think it was Ruby that carried the season. There were quite a few Rose-type moments. But she was different enough to be her own person. I liked Ruby overall. She was sweet, she felt genuine, and she was not forced into that “sassy/arrogant” characterisation. I was invested in her story.

Her mum was not bad - Jackie Tyler was still better, imo, cos though she had a heart of gold, she still had her flaws. Ruby’s mum was just too perfect. Gran was hilarious though. I want more scenes with Gran just waiting for someone to finally give her a cuppa.

[ALERT: SPOILERS AHEAD]

Some episodes were better than others. Episode 2 “The Devil’s Chord” was AMAZING; it is the episode I want to go back and rewatch. They should have incorporated “American Pie” into it at some point. Haha! Jinkx Monsoon as the Maestro was brilliant. It was so larger-than-life and over-the-top, it was fantastic. Only thing I hated was the twist song at the end. Cringe.

Episode 5 “Dot and Bubble” was also amazing because of how disturbing it was. How people cannot function - cannot look at the world, can't even walk - without the devices, how Lindy sacrificed Ricky to save herself, how they refused to let the Doctor save them in the end. It felt like a reflection of our society and the trajectory we could be on.

Episode 1 “Space Babies” was pretty lame. If I had seen that first instead of the Christmas episode, I might have not continued. The babies were just cringe, and the snot monster… ugh. Plus, with the space station and giving Ruby universal roaming which she immediately called her mum with - it was a bit too much like Eccleston’s Doctor and Rose’s first outing.

The Christmas episode itself also wasn’t great, but it introduced the characters and the season's central mystery well, and got me interested in them. The episode reminded me of Labyrinth. “Magic Dance” kept running through my head. The bad-luck goblins were funny. Unfortunately, this Goblin King is no David Bowie. Also, no sinister robot Santas or killer Christmas trees that were a staple of past Christmas specials. It irked me a bit that the entire season’s central mystery might have been solved if the Doctor had just went up to Ruby’s mother then. He knew she was looking for her mother. He knew they couldn’t go back cos he couldn’t cross his own timeline. So why didn’t he go to her?? (Ok, then there wouldn’t be drama for the rest of the season. Lol!)

Episode 3 “Boom” was also weak. It tried to deal with strong themes - war, family, faith. It introduced interesting technology. But the story itself doesn’t hold up too well. The way the war started and continued was just too far fetched. I thought it was cool that majority of the thing took place just in that one crater though.

Meanwhile, other episodes left question marks. Episode 4 “73 Yards” was good (I loved the Welsh landscape), but a bit too much of building up to something and then it’s an anticlimax. Eg the people at the pub building up to some horror movie scenario, and then it was just some delivery person at the door. Roger just running away and giving up politics just like that? Maybe I just wasn’t paying full attention, but it was a bit too timey-wimey and weird. What was it that the woman said to all those people to make them run away screaming? Was she really Ruby all along? Where was the Doctor all that time?

And episode 6 “Rogue”… silly story with the cosplaying aliens, but it was a nice bit of fun after “Dot and Bubble”. It made me laugh the way they kept referencing Bridgerton, and how the characters were all about the Drama, with a capital D. The resolution of Ruby pretending to be the Chuldur was very disappointing bait-and-switch. But I love Rogue. I want to see more of him. Why couldn’t he stay? He could be the new Captain Jack Harkness (not that anyone could replace Capt Jack Harkness). Rogue and the Doctor together was something special (and not just in the sexual way). I want him as another companion. But the way it ended, I don’t think we’d see him again.

I don’t have much to say about the last two finale episodes, “The Legend of Ruby Sunday” and “Empire of Death”. It was a rollercoaster. It was intense. It was a bit too “Bad Wolf”. There was a lot going on but I’m not really sure what was happening. I liked seeing Kate from UNIT and the old companion Mel. Kate’s “sign out” line made me emotional. Unfortunately, she didn’t stay dead in the end. I also never watched the old episodes with Sutekh, so I don’t think I got it. The scale of the destruction was just too big in this story. The Doctor just randomly going down to that planet to get the spoon… why? If Sutekh could track dead skin cells then why couldn’t he get to the Doctor instead of through Mel? And just conveniently, the DNA test law pops up. Did Ruby find her mother in the database or not? The end resolution with the magic rope and thingy felt, again, like more bait-and-switch. I was intrigued about the concept of how Ruby’s mother is not actually important except that they had placed importance on her, thereby imbuing her with more worth. But I don’t get why Sutekh couldn’t see her or why he cared. But again, maybe I wasn’t paying full attention. The end ending was sweet - how the Doctor didn’t think Ruby should go talk to her mother but Ruby did it anyway and it worked out well. And then more questions at the end. Who exactly is that neighbour woman?

I hope Ruby returns next season. Honestly, I watched this season more for her than for the Doctor. I'm glad I gave this season a chance. I’ll watch next season, for sure.

#doctor who #fifteenth doctor #ruby sunday #ncuti gatwa #season review

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presidentdisastraofgallifrey · 6 months ago

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Rating Every Nu Who Episode: Season 14

The Star Beast: 9/10 DONNA'S BACK!! And I love Rose, and I love that they found a way for it to be ok after all, and I love that the cute sweet innocent beastie was evil. Loses one point though because Rose should not be named Rose because (1) that's confusing and (2) after all the deal with the Doctor needing to move on to current companions, really?

Wild Blue Yonder: 10/10 creepy af and I love that Donna immediately broke everything through coffee. Thought about taking off a point for making me watch through my fingers, but I think that is actually a testament to how good it is.

The Giggle: 9/10 so weird and funny and horrifying and silly! Love that they seem to have realized that if they pile any more trauma on this character he won't be able to function, so he needs to heal a bit. Just a point off because the original Toymaker episode is lost to time.

The Church on Ruby Road: 9/10 I love everything about this episode, especially the impromptu musical number, but it does lose a point for the literal baby-eating goblins because come on guys, really?

Space Babies: 8/10 I'm not as obsessed with this episode as the others this season but I thought it was so, so sweet.

The Devil's Chord: 9/10 loved everything about the plot but it didn't feel like they did enough with the 60's setting. Did enjoy the Maestro SO much and the musical number at the end was great.

Boom: 10/10 perfect use of plot and characters without changing setting hardly at all. Great commentary on war and capitalism etc.

73 Yards: 7/10 because it was a Blink-level setup that I didn't feel paid off very well, with no answers or hints of answers in the end.

Dot and Bubble: 15/10 holy shit. The racism commentary in a way talking about young people on social media instead of old white guys in charge or a distant, historical context. The layers to it. The way you realize after the fact some of the things that could be dismissed definitely having to do with the Doctor's race. The bright and poppy aesthetic. Them literally preferring to die than to let a Black man save them. His confusing mix of anger and pain at this new experience. Instant favorite episode.

Rogue: 10/10 NOW the Doctor has it in him to be gay. He just had to go to therapy first lol. Too bad Rogue immediately vanished. Can't wait for him to come back. Also the cosplay theme was so clever and fun.

The Legend of Ruby Sunday: 7/10 it was fine. Just fine. I liked a lot of it, but it was much less exciting than the previous several.

Empire of Death: 9/10 I really loved it, from Fifteen screaming at the death of the universe to falling back into patterns of blaming himself to the peek at the emptiness it all caused. It loses a point because I wanted a lot more answers about Ruby, the 4th wall breaks, etc, but only one because I trust we'll get those next season.

Bonus Character Rating

Fourteen: 10/10 I love that he's like Ten but not the same, and that he finally gets some recovery time.

Fifteen: 10/10 he is NEW and DIFFERENT but still definitively the Doctor. He is so expressive and so much fun and clearly still traumatized but better than he was.

Ruby: 8/10 not the best companion ever, but she is sweet and fun and I like her.

#doctor who #fifteen #dw spoilers

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phyrexian-lesbian · 7 months ago

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Final Take on Series 14/Season 40

(It will never be season one cry about it)

Alright so Space Babies brings the while season down at least 50% so we're gonna ignore that episode- which is also useful advice for anyone watching Doctor who.

Excluding space babies, there are a handful of episodes that, stand-alone, are really good. Of course, there'd never be more than a handful because the international franchise pairing with corporate overlords only had time for 9 episodes apparently.

In fact, I like most of the season, considering I don't watch them as a season. Church on Ruby Road was interesting, playing with the idea of magic and the Timeless Child arc.

The Devil's Chord was fun and intriguing, playing with the gods and monsters idea again, and having cool 4th wall breaks and a fun villain. Its drawbacks were the stupid fucking musical number that rtd wrote with no canon reason other than "Maestro's influence", which is a repeat of what he did with the 60th (writing utter bullshit and pinning it on a stupid fucking cause that makes 0 canon sense).

Boom was incredible. For starters, it was written by someone who wasn't rtd, so that's amazing. Also, as a theatre kid, having tur central actor unable to move their body for the entire performance tickled my brain in all the best ways. All in all, it felt like an episode from 12's era, when Doctor was at its peak for me. Great episode. Made me hopeful for the future (hahahaha😶)

73 Yards was also incredible (ignoring the finale). It heightened that (false) sense of mystery surrounding Ruby, and ramped up the horror subtheme started by Wild Blue Yonder. I really enjoyed it, and it was a great story. Felt a lot like Heaven Sent, which is am achievement (All of this praise is for the standalone. RTD pissed all over his good writing with the finale, and 73 Yards was ruined by EoD).

Dot and Bubble played with some interesting ideas but was kinda meh. It was a cool reality to see 15 suffer racism (bit like 13 suffering misogyny), and it was good to see the Doctor mad again.

Rogue was very cool, and I thought it was great. Made me wish we had a Thasmin kiss tho.

Legend of Ruby Sunday, aka the good half of the finale, was very interesting. All the mystery and the magic and the reunions. They dismissed the whole bigeneration plot line, and the fact that 15 didn't see any of this shit coming meant that the bigeneration plot line was completely fucked. 14 and 15 aren't the same person in a looped time line. They're just clones of each other. The whole "therapy" situation is utter bullshit. RTD just can't kill t*nnant for shit (fr love David Tennant in other stuff and as a person in general just getting sick of him in Dr who). Sutekh's reveal could have been handled a bit better, but overall his entrance gave me chills. Loved that. Just needed a bit more detail on how he avoided the TARDIS sensors for two thousand years.

And finally, the episode that untied all the others from each other, Empire of Death. The mystery that terrified Maestro, the God of music and revels, and caught the obsession of Sutekh, the God of death and eternity, was utter bullshit. Ruby's mum is just some guy. A nice thought- we thought she was some godlike entity but she was just an ordinary human. Except. We didn't think that. RTD wrote that. The snow, the "song in her soul", the fact that Ruby's mum couldn't be perceived with anything but the naked eye, not even with Time Lord equipment- that's all superhuman shit. You can't explain that away with "she's normal". That's not how it works. Oh and the God of literal actual Death was defeated by a real good dogleash? Nah man. If you want us to take things seriously, don't pull shit like that. Also they defeated him literally the same way they did last time, adding the aforementioned dog leash. Also the fact that her mum is just normal means that the whole mystery about the specter's words in 73 yards is just... pointless? Completely useless?

Also, no one names their daughter by pointing at a sign (that wasn't there in the original shot).

And Ruby's exit was so nothing. I didn't feel a single thing. There was no emotional connection to the character. She left of her own directive. After 9 45minute episodes. Don't know if people honestly were emotional about that, because there was nothing there.

Overall, good episodes. Bad season.

#doctor who #anti rtd #fifteenth doctor #ncuti gatwa #rtd critical #series 14 #dr who spoilers

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willfrominternet · 7 months ago

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Been a while since I posted here but I got a ping about this post where I talked about what I expected from Ncuti Gatwa's Doctor and their adventures with Ruby Sunday. After watching the season, I think I was right in saying the Doctor should be fun and their adventures should be fun.

This was, by all measures, a season which hearkened back to the first years of the Modern Era. It felt like watching Chris Eccleston and Billie Piper all over again. Both Chris and Ncuti played Doctors coming from great trauma and wanting to escape it, even if they did it in different ways (with Nine having to learn to rediscover love and Fifteen openly embracing it.) Both of them also had to face trauma at the end of their first season (in Chris's case, his only season): Nine dealt with the return of the Daleks, nearly losing Rose, and having to sacrifice himself just as he was starting to recover, while Fifteen had to cope with how death followed them everywhere, regardless of their longing for peace, positivity, and fun.

Ruby was very much just a normal girl like Rose, and I think her unexplained magic abilities don't take away from that. Rose also underwent a transformation in her second (and final) season, where she got locked in an alternate timeline and (sort of) became the Bad Wolf. I believe we'll therefore learn more about Ruby's abilities and see her character transform in her second season, as well as learn about Mrs. Flood and how she plays into the Doctor's timeline. (Early thoughts: River, another child of Amy and Rory, the Rani, another pre-Hartnell Doctor, a future Doctor, etc. etc. etc.)

Anyway: This season was definitely fun, but brought back the philosophical and historical bits which originally made Doctor Who at least somewhat educational and thought-provoking. I think this was what was missing from Moffatt's and Chibnall's runs on the show: It became more centered around the wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey lore and less around tying the history/sci-fi to current issues. (The Capaldi era actually did this somewhat well, but I'm biased because I love Capaldi.) Here's the ranking of episodes from best to okay:

Rogue

Dot and Bubble

73 Yards

Boom

The Devil's Chord

Space Babies

The Legend of Ruby Sunday/Empire of Death

This first season did, in my opinion, feel too much like a taste of Doctor Who, or a "Season 1A." Series 7 was like this too, where we had so much left unresolved and underdeveloped after those first five episodes. (Not that the rest of Series 7 was much better, IMHO.) At least this first season for Ncuti felt a little more full, but now I'm even more excited to see what happens to the Doctor, Ruby, and whoever Varada Sethu will play in the next season. Perhaps that was the twist all along. Damn you, Russell! Damn you, Disney Plus!

Was this the finest season of the new incarnation of the show? No, but I would certainly give it a solid B. The writing was quite good, the acting was phenomenal, and the general vibe of the show definitely gave the impression that Doctor Who was back, baby. But the development did feel a bit rushed, and there were certain parts of the Doctor's character left over from previous incarnations which I thought they would have processed differently. Plus, I view other seasons of the show (Series 1, 2, 5, 8, 9, 10) more favorably. Call it bias, call it favoritism, call it nostalgia.

Whatever. Point is that Ncuti and Millie had a lot to prove in this semi-reboot of the show, and RTD had to show he still had his stuff, and by golly, they did it. I - as well as plenty of other long-time fans - haven't been this excited about the show in a while, despite how the season ended. And you're telling us we've gotta wait now for Christmas and then some time in the middle of 2025 for more? It's like I'm a high school fanatic raving mad in the middle of my bedroom again. What a wild feeling.

#doctor who #ncuti gatwa #millie gibson #fifteenth doctor

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bleucaesura · 9 months ago

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STOLITZØ - MOMENTS

***Blitzø is still in the hospital for this bit. Post “I love you”s.***

“Hey… Loony?”

“Yeah?” Loona didn’t look up from scrolling on her phone.

“Totally weird question… But um…” Blitzø cleared his throat. “Did anyone ELSE visit me?”

He felt bad breaking the comfortable silence they’d been sharing. But he’d been stewing over this weird feeling for a while and he just needed to know.

“What do you mean?” Loona raised an eyebrow and peeked up from her phone.

“I mean like…” Blitzø averted his gaze and scratched his cheek. “Other than you guys? The M&Ms, Fizz and Oz, Stolas…”

Loona uncrossed her ankles, swung her legs off the bed and sat up.

“Ah…” She put her phone face down on the bed and rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly.

Maybe I don’t wanna know the answer…

“So?” He said sheepishly.

“Uh…” Loona sat up straight and began absentmindedly smoothing out the sheets on the bed in front of her. “Yeah, actually.”

Blitzø’s stomach did a weird flip.

“…Who?” He swallowed hard.

“Well.” Loona paused. “I thought it was really weird. But Tex asked if I’d make sure the room was empty for like twenty minutes, so that Verosika could stop by… I thought he was shitting me… But no. She came.”

Blitzø felt like he was hearing her through a tunnel.

F*ck. How the f*ck did I know that?

Loona peeked over at Blitzø.

“I hope that’s ok?”

“Huh? Oh. Yeah.” He said offhandedly. Blitzø felt weirdly numb, unsure what to say. “I mean I still have all my parts so she clearly didn’t do any damage, ha ha.”

“Mmm. Why’d you ask?” Loona raised an eyebrow.

“Huh? Oh…” Blitzø stammered, caught off guard. “I dunno. I feel like I had this weird dream that she visited.”

“Huh.” Loona picked up her phone and settled back into her chair and started scrolling. “That IS weird.”

***

“I’m going to get us all something to eat.” Stolas stood and squeezed Blitzø’s hand. “I’ll be right back.”

Blitzø watched Stolas swish out the door and smiled to himself.

Once he was sure Stolas was gone he turned to Loona and Octavia.

“Could I ask you girls a favour?”

Loona and Octavia looked up at Blitzø from their phones, eyebrows raised.

“I want you to find me something if you can. Probably at that weird store you both like so much.”

They both looked at him, confused.

“With the dead animals?”

“Stylish Occult,” they said in unison.

“Whatever,” he waved it off. “Here’s what I’d like you to get for me, if you can….”

***

Blitzø woke later to the sound of an incoming message. He reached over and groggily unlocked his phone.

He rubbed his eyes and blinked away the blurriness of sleep to find a message from Verosika. More accurately, a message of photos.

He opened the message.

The first photo was of a creepy plush jackalope, dressed up to look like Blitzø. Little jacket, boots and gloves.

Excellent craftsmanship. Five stars. Great job girls.

A little note was tied around its neck: “Hi! My name is Blitzo! Please mutilate me! I deserve it!”

Nice. Nice.

The next one showed the Blitzalope stabbed through with a carving knife.

Deserved.

The next had it rammed in a large pile of shit - which Blitzø assumed was more than likely horse shit.

Mhmm… Yup. Very apropos.

Another had the Blitzalope squished under the tire of Verosika’s pink pussy-wagon.

Clever.

And in the last photo you could see Verosika’s hand flipping the Blitzalope the bird, while the plush was being pissed on by a queef on the sidewalk.

HA! Classic.

Blitzø smiled to himself

He was startled when he saw a speech bubble pop up with those three little dots.

Oh f*ck… What’s she gunna say…

He closed his eyes and braced himself for the worst.

His phone pinged.

“More useful than you ever were.”

Blitzø smiled and chuckled to himself.

I’m glad you like it, Ver… You’ll get a proper apology one of these days... I promise.

*****

#helluva boss #blitzø #stolitz #stolas #fanfic #verosika mayday #helluva boss fanfiction #helluva boss verosika

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butterflys-corner · 13 days ago

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Best Friends

Summary: You and Kaminari have always been great friends since the school year started. You thought he was fine with your new boyfriend, Monoma, but he's been dodging you lately.

College AU!

[Warnings: slight mention of NSFW, pining, confessing. Also cross-posted on AO3 :) ]

-2.07k words

[Bubbles] : hey, Kami!

[Pik-at-you;)] : hey

[Bubbles] : have u been avoiding me? :(

[Pik-at-you;)] : no, why would i do sum like that

[Bubbles] : i havent seen u anywhere other than class for the past week

just feels like idk.. sumthings wrong?

[Pik-at-you;)] : oh

well nah, u got the wrong guy

[Bubbles] : it's not bc of monoma, is it?

Denki's chat shows it's foreboding typing dots, then they disappear. You wait a second more, and the dots appear again.

[Pik-at-you;)] : gtg

[Bubbles] : we arent done talking ??

[Pik-at-you;)] : l8r

[Bubbles] : rude.

You leave the chat, turning your phone off.

What has gotten into that spark plug anyway?

Kaminari would tag along everywhere when you still talked for more than a few minutes. Your heart would backflip behind your ribcage when his familiar gold and black bolted hair caught your eyes after classes.

God, he was- is so fucking important to you, and he couldn't give you the time of day.

Hot tears stung behind your eyes as the pressure built up to cry. The lump in your throat ached to be let out, but you swallowed it down just as it made itself known. You weren't known to be a crybaby and won't now.

The feelings from the good memories throughout the year with him and the Bakusquad make sharp pangs hit your heart in the silence of your dorm.

A soft vibration of your phone drags you away from the pain.

Turning it on, Mina has sent a text.

[Pink Starburst] : yo!

[Bubbles] : oh, hey

You let fresh tears fight their way out of your eyes. They streak down your face resembling raindrops on a windowpane.

[Pink Starburst] : y are u and kami not talking?

[Bubbles] : wdym?

[Pink Starburst] : he came thru to my dorm

talkin bout

"Y/n is too busy with monoma to talk"

[Bubbles] : what? i never said that

all i said was-

You realize mid-typing.

Denki Kaminari. Is upset. That you spend your time with your boyfriend!

[Bubbles] : call me rn!

It takes less than a minute for the pink-haired gossip girl to hit the call button.

"Denki is upset that I'm spending time with my boyfriend." The words blurt from your mouth like lava from an erupting volcano, and Mina just lets you speak.

"I mean- am I a bad friend? I should have realized he was so upset! All I talk about is Monoma! Tell me I'm the worst!" You sigh, a hand pressing into your temple.

"You're not a bad friend, though you are really- and I mean REALLY oblivious, Girl." Mina bluntly says through your momentary lapse of regret, and the "oblivious" part catches up to your brain.

"Oblivious? To what?"

"I- Girl! No way you didn't know!" She all but yells, and you can feel the intense look on her face.

"..I don't," you admit sheepishly.

"He's liked you since forever!" Mina actually yells this time and your face drops, eyes wide at the new information.

"S-so. So the whole, "I'm busy, sorry" he tells me every day? It's-" Harsh blinks force their way to your eyes, the salty tears burning.

"Yes! Yes, it's because he likes you!"

"Do you.." the thought in your head has to catch up to your mouth for a moment. "Jeez, this is a lot to process. Do you know where he is now?"

"His dorm. Go to him!!" You give a hum in agreement before hanging up the call.

While finding out about Denki's crush on you and feeling like a shitty friend, you had been pacing around the room for the sweatshirt he gifted you.

It was a soft over-sized Pikachu-themed sweater that he wore the first time you all hung out as friends. It was in the fall, and you forgot a jacket that day.

⪩⪨⪩⪨

"Hey, is anyone else cold?" You rubbed your arms quickly, goosebumps peppering the flesh. You could barely see your breath in this weather and being forgetful, the one thing you didn't bring was a jacket.

"I'm not," Denki lightly joked, and intersected the group to get closer to you. "Take mine."

"Oh, no- I couldn't do that-" You wave your hands in front of you, a light blush tingling your cheeks from the cool air.

"I insist. I'll just be carrying it around if not." Denki smiles sheepishly while the rest of the Bakusquad keeps walking to an arcade.

"No really-" You protest again, but Bakugo interjects this time.

"If you don't take it, I'll make you warm a different way." You look at the hothead of the group, cogs clicking in your head.

"You don't mean-"

"No, you perv! I meant blowing your ass up!"

"...that's not any better," you laugh, the pomeranian physically twitching from how agitated that made him.

Denki took the chance and tugged the sweatshirt off, shoving it carefully over your head and onto your shoulders.

⪩⪨⪩⪨

Ever since then, you kept that stupid momento to remember. And there it is, bunched up in your closet. Grabbing the soft sweatshirt, you don't hesitate to pull it over your head.

It still smells like him somehow. It smells nice. Like toasted lemon cakes.

You pull your arms into the long sleeves and roll them up, knowing they'll be too long otherwise.

Instinctively your hands pull the fabric up to your nose, the scent making a smile creep onto your face. So good.

Your eyes burst open at what you just thought. Looking at the sweatshirt bunched in your hands, you let it go and straighten the wrinkles, clearing your throat.

"Wait.. If I just reacted like that, how do I act with Mono?" You come to a realization and think about how boring Monoma actually is.

All he does is talk about your class and how he'll be better than everyone. Almost like Bakugo, but at least he doesn't make it his entire personality.

But, Monoma can be fun?

You shake your head at even trying to think of anything fun you would do together. There just wasn't anything you've done other than maybe the occasional walk through the campus trails.

"I'm not sure if Mina was right, maybe I should talk to Denki myself?" The thought came out as more of a question, and you pass by your standing mirror to see how big this sweater is.

The sleeves were already falling to your wrists, the pocket sat about halfway down your thighs. Not to mention if there was a hood on it, it would definitely swallow your head like a yarn monster.

Something about the size of this sweater made you feel safe. Like nothing can bother you while you have it on. Your fingers toyed with the rolled-up sleeves, the soft material sliding against itself is satisfying.

Would it be so bad to feel this way?

You didn't particularly like Monoma, at least enough to say you loved him. You just didn't have much in common with him.

Different goals in life, different mindsets on problems. Hell, he didn't even like your friends. You tried so hard to just be enough for the relationship to work.

"I need to talk to Denki." You sigh, making up your mind.

Turning away from the mirror, you go to the door. Opening it, you feel a harsh thump against your forehead.

"Ow." Your eyes shut tightly at the sudden pain.

"Oh, shit, I'm so sorry!" Denki apologizes instantly, hands out in a panicked gesture of wanting to help the pain go away.

"It's-" you hiss at the sore spot, opening an eye to look at the dork in your doorway. "-it's alright."

Rubbing lightly on the knot on your forehead, Denki holds his hands together, eyes never leaving the spot he accidentally hurt you in.

"What brings you by?"

"I uh-" He lets himself look away from the knot, looking into your slightly bloodshot eyes. "were you crying?"

"No. No, I just had something in my eyes," you shake your head and click your tongue. "did you want to just sit in my doorway?"

"Oh, no. Sorry." He awkwardly steps inside the room and you shut the door behind him.

"I need to talk to you-"

You both blink and you laugh lightly.

"You first." As you gesture to him, you sit in your desk chair and turn it towards him while he sits on the bed.

"I.." Kaminari starts, his dandelion-colored eyes soaking in the sight of you.

How his sweatshirt almost swallowed you and how small you looked in it. How innocently devious you could look in it.

How, if you were his, you would only wear that sweatshirt and nothing else on a Sunday morning. The two of you cooking breakfast together, laughing at something dumb he did. If you were his, he would take you on the dates he knew you dreamed of. He would spoil you as much as he possibly could. He would make you as happy as he could if only you said you only wanted him.

"..Denki?" You wave your hand in his direction, head tilted with a confused look. "Should I go first?"

He kept staring at how you sat in the chair. One leg folded under your plump thigh, the sweatshirt covering all but where he wished he could sneak a peek of your-

"Denki." You cross your arms over your chest and furrow your brows at him.

"I like you." He finally admits, face dusted with a light pink.

"I always have. I want to be with you all the time, not just with the others. I want to take you on dates and buy you things. I want to wake up to your adorable bedhead every morning and cook breakfast together. I want you to be the last person I see before going to bed." Denki lets out the weight on his chest, and he can finally breathe again.

"I want you. Every bit of you. Everything bad, everything good. You're my best friend in the world, Y/n. And I know it's stupid that I did the one thing you should never do and fell in love with you, but I did. I'm not ashamed of it." He breathes slowly at the end of his confession, eyes fixed on yours as he spoke.

"I-" You blink, heart pounding in your ears at all of what he said.

No one has ever spoken to you like this. This emotional and determined to show they care about you.

"You don't have to like me back, I know Monoma is your person," He speaks before you can even respond to him. "Just knowing I told you how I feel is enough for me." As he finishes, a bright smile decorates his face.

"Denki, I didn't think-" You struggle to find the words.

They jumble up against your tongue, building up like a cork stopping you from speaking.

Words aren't enough right now. Actions are what you need.

Standing from the chair, you move to the bed and sit beside Denki. You hold one of his hands, noting how yours is significantly smaller. You intertwine your fingers, the digits feeling like puzzle pieces. It felt right.

"..Can I kiss you?" Your voice is small as it leaves your chest, the word dam being loose enough to speak that much. Your eyes flickered to his as they fluttered lightly.

Swallowing down a thick amount of saliva, Denki nods as his eyes move from yours to your lips and back up.

Closing your eyes, you take your free hand to cup his face. His cheek is soft with a lack of stubble, you noted, before feeling him lean down to close the distance between the two of you.

His lips were soft against yours, and you felt a rush of warmth in your heart.

You were kissing your best friend.

And you loved it.

You felt his warm tongue prod at your bottom lip gently, softly asking for permission to enter. Pulling away, you swallow your nervousness down.

"If we do this," you start and take a small breath. "We can't go back." You look anxiously at him, and he nods. "Are you sure?"

"Of course. You're all I've ever wanted." He sends another goofy smile your way and you nod.

With the confirmation, you lock your dorm to unwanted guests and reach for your phone.

You send a quick, "This isn't working out." message to your now ex and then return to Denki.

Instead of sitting on the bed, you sit in his lap, arms wrapping around his neck. You carefully wrap your legs around his hips, hands traveling up his scalp to play with his hair.

"Let's do it."

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