#if this series flops i'm going to cry

[stars-n-spice]

Guardians + Chuseok/Hangawi!

Recently it was Korean Thanksgiving (추석/한가위) and so I thought it was the perfect excuse to draw the sillies in different hanboks because why not?

So, first up we have Jung, Hunter, and Omega!

Jung is modeled after the Hwarang (화랑), or "Flowering Youths," who were essentially Korea's version of knights while Hunter and Omega are in more traditional hanboks (한복). Also peep that manggeon (망건) Hunter is wearing! It's a traditional Korean headband so of course I had to draw him with one and with a sangtu (상투) topknot.

Seeing as Jung would be Korean in a Modern AU, I like to think this is a framed photo they have in their house (right under the first, more serious take).

Others to be posted throughout the week! Links shall be added once they're posted :)

Echo and Viram // Wrecker and Khea // Tech and Phee // Crosshair and Tay'kaa

If you're new to Jung; check out these links to learn more: 💫 Silly Squad Masterlist - more info on Jung and Hunter 💫 Baddies Batch Masterlist - more info on Jung

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[verstarppen]

pairing; lando norris x fem! star wars actress! reader [ no faceclaim ]

a/n; THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!!! y'all im not even gonna lie to you, seeing hayden christensen as clone wars anakin rewired something in my brain also happy race week and danny ric comeback!!

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[covetyou]

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pairing: Dieter Bravo & gn!reader rating: Teen (18+ only blog!) warnings: anxiety/stress, Dieter Bravo being a stubborn asshole, cute baby animals, vaguely fluffy word count: 1k summary: I couldn't stop thinking about that baby pygmy hippo and what Dieter would do if he saw it, so this fic was born. you're welcome.

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"I can't work in these fuckin' conditions!"

You hear him before you see him, sat scrolling through your phone as you wait the few hours still left until you have to pick him up. You'd got here early - as you usually did - even though Dieter was frustratingly late more often than not.

The door to the trailer is wrenched open a moment later, and you're raising your eyebrows in disapproval at the grumpy actor as he flings himself inside the trailer, slamming the door behind him.

"I can't do it," he huffs, turning anxiously in a circle, hands on his hips, running through his hair, balling into fists. "I can't fuckin' do it."

"Do what, Dee?" you say from your position curled up on the small bench seat in the trailer.

"This!" he yells, turning to face you gesturing in the vague direction of his face.

You make a face at him, still clueless as to what he's talking about. In a long line of things Dieter Bravo could be frustrated with "this" didn't really help to narrow it down.

"They want me to," he begins, fannining his eyes. "They want me to leak, and I can't."

"Cry?," you laugh. "Dee, it's in the script, of course they want you to. Have you tried the tear -"

The actor rounds on you, shaking his finger in your direction before you can even reach for your bag to see what you have to hand to help.

"No! I do not need performance aides."

"Dieter, it's just to help yo-"

"No!"

Dieter yanks off the thick knit sweater that makes part of his costume and dumps it uncermoniously onto a chair, shaking his arm in frustration as the sleeve just won't give up its hold on his wrist, growling at the garment when he's finally free. He rounds on you again when he's a little more bare, a little less claustrophobic, and flops down next to you.

"I'm not doing it," he says simply, as he tucks himself in beside you on the bench, and that's that, discussion over. You know better than to argue when he's like this so, with a roll of your eyes, you flip your phone back over and continue your aimless scrolling as Dieter's head finds its place on your shoulder.

He fidgets for a little while, the bench not really big enough for the two of you to curl up, until he's slumped down and half turned toward you, legs splayed out in front of him where yours are tucked beneath you.

"Can I watch?" he murmurs sadly a moment later, his face pressed into your arm and eyes screwed tight.

"Dieter, that's up to you. They're your rules, not mine."

Dieter didn't have a phone of his own. Not right now, anyway. That was locked away back at his house, awaiting the day it could be reunited with its owner. For now, all he had was an old send-texts-and-make-calls-only brick of a phone for emergencies, that he mostly used to bug you at all hours of the day. It was a rare day you weren't greeted with a "u up x" text in the morning, or a garbled jumble of letters as he forgot how to text with a number pad.

"I wanna watch," he mumbles into your arm, face pressed so tightly to you now you can feel his lips move against your skin.

"Then go ahead."

You watch then as he slowly opens one eye, peeking out shyly before opening the other and staring wide-eyed at your phone screen. You're only scrolling mindlessly, not really paying much attention to whatever the algorithm is throwing your way. Some stupid ads, spoilers for a show you're not even watching, the red carpet looks of a movie premiere Dieter was invited to, but couldn't make it, and endless shitty takes from random internet strangers. Just a normal day for the internet, but amazing for the man next to you who had kept himself away from the world of unsolicited advice and badly shot paparazzi pictures for weeks.

"Wait," he says suddenly, sitting up and scooting closer to you. "Go back, what was that?"

You scroll a little slower as you move back through the endless monotony on your phone, until Dieter goes stiff by your side and grips your arm.

"That," he says. "What's that? Is it fake?"

Something in you swells, oddly proud at the man for knowing to question something he'd never seen before rather than taking it at face value. More than once he'd come to you gushing over an image only for you to take one look, see the 8 fingers, and have to break the disappointing news to your employer.

"She's real," you say, opening the video for Dieter to take a look. "She's been everywhere the last few days."

"She's beautiful," he murmurs, transfixed on your phone screen. "Look at her. Get that girl an Oscar. Is there more?"

"Yeah, Dee, there's more."

"Can I see?"

You move to hand him your phone, but he refuses to take it, instead choosing to snuggle into your side as you search for the baby hippo that had taken his attention. A few minutes in you almost expect him to be sleeping by your side, but a small sniffle and the swipe of his hand tells you otherwise. Crying over baby animals wasn't new for Dieter, and each time he did it, you found it unbearably sweet. Eventually, he shifts by your side and squares off his shoulders, before standing, grabbing up his ugly sweater, and pulls open his trailer door with a determination to rival his earlier resignation.

"I think I can go back now."

You don't look up at him, transfixed on the tiny hippo staring back at you from your hands. A 180 flip like this wasn't unusual for Dieter. It probably wasn't even his first for today. Either way, you'd still be here when he got back from filming the last scenes of the day, ready to cart him back to the apartment he insisted you stay with him in.

"Do you need the tear stick? Drops? I've got some in-"

"No," he says with certainty. "No, I've got this. Just... just gonna think of that fuckin' hippo."

[carolmunson]

the moon had turned to gold.

(soft!eddie x badatfeelings!gf)

and we're back folks. i'm going through it so i had to revisit my kids. the badatfeelings!gf set is a series of ramblings with no rhyme or reason, flow of conciousness. not from a 'you' perspective but 'she/her' has no physical descriptors.

tw: depictions and descriptions of depression (eddie to the rescue). because i'm sad!

Her eyes have been half closed for days -- wakes up and gets out of bed, makes coffee, reads the paper, gets back in bed for an indescerable amount of time. More coffee, hand fulls of shredded cheese, water from the side table that's been there for days. She hasn't been going into work, just in the dark of her room while the hum of the window unit drones on and on and on. He knocks, opening the door to darkness despite the warm glow of golden hour outside -- her black out curtains a bigger success than she expected. She's awake but not really, eyes glazed over watching snow on the TV she moved to her bedroom.

Summer blues she called it, summertime sad. The air is stale, he can tell she hasn't moved much this morning. She hasn't moved much all month. "Hi." Quiet and soft, rounded edges in his voice, "Bad day?"

She uses whatever strength she has to lift her arm out of the covers and give him a thumbs down. He lets a huff of a laugh out of his nose, "Yeah, I see that." Despite laying in bed all day her body is tense and he knows that maybe she'll feel better about moving when she knows the sun is going down. He thought this vampire sleep schedule shit would've been sexier -- but it's not. It hurts to see her like this, so tired from just waking up, so sick of just existing. He's seen her cry more than he has in the years they've been together. But at least she's like -- crying. She never used to cry at all.

He sneaks onto the edge of the bed, his backside and hips nestling in the dip of her waist over the covers, "Do you know what would be nice?"

"Hm?" she asks, body heavy while she flops over to put an arm around where she can reach. "Taking a shower," he offers, hand resting on her hair, thumb grazing her forehead, "You always feel a little better after." "Mhm," she nods sleepily. "I can put your jammies in the drier so they're cozy when you come out," he smiles, voice still soft, still rounded edges. Her lashes flutter before she looks up at him, glassy and glazed, half here half not. Zombie girlfriend, vampire girlfriend, monster girlfriend, sad girlfriend. She's so pretty, he thinks.

"Yeah," she nods.

"Yeah to the jammies in the drier?" he asks. "Yeah," she says, her voice is quiet -- meek. 'Yeah' was her first word of the day. "That," she nods again, deep breath in through the nose and it rattles at the exhale, "Shower, too."

He helps her up and hears the crack in some of her bones, the stiffness in her joints while her face contorts at the change in position. She's been in the same sleep shirt for three days, some field day shirt from college. Green socks on her feet, the tops shoved down her ankles, one nearly falling off. No crumbs in her bed at least -- he knows she's too anxious for that. But the dishes aren't done and the bag of shredded cheese is abandon on the counter. Mugs of varying fullness off coffee are sitting in random placeholders in the small apartment. Forgetful -- foggy.

"C'mon," he coos, pulling her in at the shoulders to take her to the bathroom. She's so tired from doing nothing that she can't help but keep doing nothing. He pulls off her sleep shirt and panties, he helps with the socks, turning the shower on to a medium heat. Forhead kiss, cheek kiss, cheek kiss. Poor baby.

"Do you need help getting in?"

She shakes her head no.

"What do you want to wear for PJs?"

She shrugs. He figured she would.

He pulls back the shower curtain and she gets inside, he waits for the inevitable sigh she lets out when the water hits her. He peeks in, her naked body not important the way it usually is -- its those eyes, half closed -- less sad, less sleepy. Contemplative, alive. Half dead lover. His ghoulish girl.

"I'll leave them in here for when you're done."

He knows he has time to clean up for her -- easy to get lost in the void when you stand in the shower and that's where she is. Here and gone and here and gone again. Tongue tucked away between her teeth -- he almost misses when she's mean. He misses her so bad, but he takes what he can get, even if it's putting sweats in the drier.

When the hot water runs out she emerges, wet hair dripping down onto the new t-shirt -- still warm like the sweats on her legs. Fresh linen scent radiating off her like her coconut conditioner. She doesn't even care that the rest of the house is warm and sticky from the air outside. It's fresher now, he opened the windows and did the dishes. Cleaned out all the mugs. Opened your bedroom door to let the coolness flow to some of the house, too make things less stale. He lit two candles, sugar cookie scented -- it's all you ever bought because that's his favorite.

"Thank you," voice still meek. Still under twentywords today. Eyes a little more open. He puts down the mug he was drying and tosses the hand towel over the faucet of the sink.

"S'no problem, baby," soft round edges, soft round boy. Patched vest left behind on the kitchen table chair, soft cut off t-shirt left behind. Tattooed arms outstretched to her in the sterile light of the kitchen, the sun is down now -- the stars starting to peek out of a dark navy sky.

She lets herself get pulled into him and it feels like it's happening in slow motion -- face in his chest, he closes in on her like a wave. The pressure is welcomed -- she's alive but barely. Biceps crush on her shoulder blades, her neck cracks -- reanimator boyfriend, zombie girlfriend. Living glass doll that feels better off dead. She falls into the hold while he sways with her, chin on her wet hair.

"Blue moon, you saw me standing alone..." he sings quietly while he sways, his own eyes shutting, "C'mon, sing it with me." He feels her head move in a 'no' on his chest. "It's your favorite," he argues, "It'll feel good." Another sigh -- the inevitable. "Without a dream in my heart..." He smiles at her voice, coming out a little stronger than before, he snickers before beginning again. "Without a love of my own..."

"Blue moon," they start together, he smiles a little stronger. She's doing her best so he doesn't push it when she doesn't keep singing. He peers down while he continues, her eyes are closed against his chest but she feels alive. Just safer. The kind of safe where she'll sleep good tonight, might even eat breakfast tomorrow.

"And then suddenly, appeared before me..."

He shakes her to the beat the song normally has, bum bum bum bum. She huffs a chuckle a the shimmying, smile stretching against the warm fabric of his shirt, the inhale like laundry detergent and summer heated skin. "The only one my arms will ever hold, I heard somebody whisper, 'Please, adore me'..."

"That's me," she interrupts, he pulls her in tighter, the sway stops slow. "Yeah," he sighs out, "That's you. Dropped right outta the sky." "Yeah," she says, head tilting up. The whites of her eyes glisten despite the redness creeping in at the edges. "I ordered pizza," he says, "Cause I know you didn't eat."

Her brows furrow, mouth souring.

"I know, I'm awful," he giggles, "Gotta feed the girl in your brain that isn't so sad -- that's my girl in there."

"M'still your girl even when I'm sad," voice back to sleepy meekness, she yawns.

"Yeah, you are," he confirms sweetly, plush lips pressing against her forhead, "Always my girl."

In the cool white green light of the kitchen they stand in damp solitude -- with a heave of her chest she starts to cry. He doesn't need to know the reason, just as long as she does -- as long as he's there to hold her through it. Alive girl. Fully alive in the darkness of another deep blue summer night.

And when I looked, the moon had turned to gold.

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[hsangel64]

bandmates pt. 9!

synopsis: coastal has there gig and the plan is in play

warnings: cussing, angst, smut

song for the chapter:

a/n: i hope everyone is enjoying this series ive been loving writing it! don't worry it's not over after this! comment to be a part of the taglist! i also made some changes in the song don't get mad!

"hey bee can we please talk?" your expression dropped, and you rolled your eyes.

"what could you possibly want to talk to me about?"

"can we just please.." ellie said defeated, you missed her so you agreed. you got up and you both went to your room you sat on your bed and ellie stood. it was silent for about a minute until she spoke up.

"i am really sorry i promise i actually am."

"for what?"

"well for-" you scoffed and raised your voice slightly.

"for calling me your friend but behind closed doors you were eating me out like there was no tomorrow? getting that girls number in front of me? cuddling with cat after not talking to me even asking if i was okay?"

"look it's not like that-" you stood up with a quickness.

"what do you mean it's not like that? every time i would ask why we haven't gone on a date you would brush it off and say you're busy but i knew damn well what you were doing all day. what is it like please fucking enlighten me ellie." you started raising your voice even more, ellie walked towards you and put her hands on the sides of your face. you pushed her away and stumbled back.

"no don't fucking touch me.'

"baby please." you shook your head as she came back towards you, she put her hands on your face again and hugged you. you had tears falling down your face, she felt so warm against you and you couldn't resist. you fell into her arms and she whispered 'i'm sorry' and 'its okay' into your ear.

"i just want you to call me baby to everyone, i want to be known as yours is that so hard ellie?" you looked up at her and felt her breathe on your lips. your stomach tensed up feeling her so close to you.

"it's not and i want the same i really do baby." she was crying at this point.

"then why don't you.." she didn't answer for a second until she asked.

"can i please kiss you." you didn't want to say yes but you nodded. she grabbed your face and kissed you, you melted into her lips and kissed her right back. she gently pushed you into your bed and you fell back crawling up the bed. you both felt desperate grabbing at each other. it didn't take long for you both to take each other's clothes off.

ellie moved so she could make her way on top of you, she kissed down your neck and moved her hand onto your mouth to silence your moans.

"don't want dina and jesse to hear." she mumbled as she was making her way down your stomach, kissing every inch of it. every kiss sent shivers down your spine. she made her way to your panty line and kissed it gently.

"can i take these off?" she whispered only for you to hear.

"yes please do." your voice was shaky, and you gasped as she grabbed the top of your panties with her teeth and slowly pulled them down. you gasped at her actions, she was going really slow almost too slow for your liking. she pulled them all the way off and lightly blew on your pussy. you moaned just from that, you were so desperate to have her tongue on you.

"please please ellie."

"what do you want baby tell me." she was lightly grazing her fingers across your stomach as she talked.

"i want your tongue on me."

"that's not how you ask."

"please els fuck."

"as you wish." she immediately started running her tongue along your clit. it felt so good, but you knew how wrong it was. you couldn't stop her even if you tried.

----

it was the day before the gig, and you had been thinking about that night. the morning after you woke up in and empty bed, you went and checked your phone to see a text message from ellie stating "im sorry." you sighed and flopped back into bed. 'what the fuck is my life' you thought.

after that night till now ellie hasn't talked to you not even a single text after that. you guys had gone to class together, practice and even the dorm, and she didn't even poke a glance at you. you felt like shit all week, this was bringing you down way too much.

currently you and dina were hanging out figuring out what to wear for the gig.

"d i don't know what to wear." you groaned as you looked through your packed closet.

"wear something that screams revenge."

"okay but i don't have anything for that...plus all my good outfits i have worn already this week and i really don't have time for laundry."

"well i think this calls for a mall trip..."

"i like the way you think." you both giggled and grabbed your bags and headed out to your car and to the mall.

it felt like one of the coming-of-age movies where they goof around and try on clothes together. you guys had bags on bags on your hands and had gone to every store imaginable.

"d i think we should get some food to treat ourselves to for this long shopping day." she nodded at you and you both walked to the food court.

"so are you nervous?" you looked at her confused.

"for what?" she giggled as you answered with food in your mouth.

"for tomorrow night..."

"OOHHH, i mean a little but i feel pretty confident."

"how do you think ellie will react?"

"i really don't care what she thinks she's treated me like shit."

"i mean valid but do you really not care?" you stopped eating for a second and really thought about it. of course you cared, but she has treated you like shit and you wanted this to hurt her. on the other hand you felt like shit for doing this to her, what if she hates you after this, even worse hates dina and jesse for doing this.

"no of course not." you shook your head.

"y/n i know how you feel about this, it's okay to talk to me, but if you really don't want to that's okay." she grabbed your hand, and you smiled up at her. you nodded your head and you two got back to eating.

----

it was the day of the gig, and you were nervous beyond belief. your hands were sweaty, you've had to reapply your makeup multiple times because of how shaky your hands were. dina has come into your room multiple times to check on you and talk you down. ellie wasn't in the dorm all day it made you nervous thinking she would just dip and not tell anyone. she had turned her location off so you couldn't check, until you saw her walk into the room with cat of all people. what the fuck. you groaned loud enough for them both to hear and got up. as you were walking out you heard cat mumble.

"what the fuck is up with her?" you stopped in your tracks just outside of the door and restrained yourself from attacking her. you walked over to jesse and dina's room to get out of that hell scape.

"fucking cat is here are you kidding me?" you groaned as you closed the door.

"what?!" both said at the same time.

"yeah why the fuck is ellie still hanging out with her?"

"literally no clue."

"do you want me to beat her up yet?" jesse said as you rolled your eyes and ran your hands down your face, already feeling a headache coming on. you felt even more inclined to do this, you felt the anger bowling in your body, and you felt ready to get on stage.

"hey you guys are on in 10." the stage manager came to tell us; you stood up from the couch and reached out to grab their hands.

"i love you guys a lot."

"we love you too." you all hugged and did your small band ritual together. you went back to your dressing room to let ellie know you guys had to be on soon, you walked in and saw her and cat laughing and cuddling together. with a very blank face you let her know you guys had about 5 mins left. you grabbed your guitar and walked out staring at ellie, she had such a pathetic look on her face, and you didn't even care in the slightest. you walked over to dina and jesse by the stage and peeked out, you saw how many people were there and you gasped.

"holy shit it's full."

"hell yeah it is." jesse laughed and jumped up like and excited child. you were trying to stop your nerves from getting the best of you. as you did some more vocal warmups with dina, ellie came up from behind us.

"hey you guys ready?" you all just nodded as you were being called to come on. you guys walked out and faced the crowd, it was huge so many people came. you scanned the crowd and even found some people you knew. this is what you guys practiced hours for, this moment right here. it felt good, as they all cheered for us you looked at jesse and nodded for him to start our first song.

----

"thank you so much everyone! the energy tonight has been amazing and we couldn't have asked for a better crowd." the crowd cheered.

"unfortunately, we are reaching the end of the show this is a new song we have and hope you guys enjoy! we will be out by the front if anyone wants pictures, we love you guys so much! enjoy, good luck babe."

jesse started with the soft melody on the drums and you and dina looked at each other and started to play. you saw ellie's face drop and you smirked at her.

"its fine, its cool

you can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth

and guess i'm the fool

with her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof." you sang and looked at ellie the whole time.

"i don't want to call it off

but you don't want to call it love

you only wanna be the one that i call "baby" as the song progressed the crowd went wild. your plan was working, ellie looked pissed, she didn't know what to do.

"you can kiss a hundred girls in bars

shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling

you can say it's just the way you are

make a new excuse, another stupid reason

good luck babe, well good luck babe

you'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling." she was looking at you with a disappointed face, clenching her jaw and trying to look like she knew what to play. you smiled at her and continued on.

"i'm cliche, who cares?

it's a sexually explicit kind of love affair

and i cry, it's not fair

i just need a little lovin' i just need a little air" you sang the chorus again and you started to feel all the emotions again, you saw how pissed ellie looked and you felt part of your world shatter. what if she doesn't want to be friends anymore. what if she hates you forever. you started to feel that lump in your throat, but you threw it back down, you couldn't cry now. as the bridge built up you started to feel angry.

"when you wake up next to her in the middle of the night

with your head in your hands, you're nothing more than her wife

and when you think about me, all of those years ago

you're standing face to face with 'i told you so'

you i hate to say, i told you so

you know i hate to say but, i told you so." you belted out that note and felt so many mixed emotions. you finished off the song with the most power you have ever used during a performance, you almost blacked out. as the song ended the crowd went wild and you guys thanked them and ran off stage. you felt like you were going to faint, you walked over to a small chair by the stage and sat down trying to catch your breath.

"what the fuck was that about?!" ellie came running towards you and shouted.

"you fucking embarrassed me."

"no you embarrassed yourself ellie." you stood up from your chair.

"what the fuck is your problem?" she was face to face with you, you could feel her breath and the heat that radiated from her body.

"what do you mean ellie?! you come back to me wanting to work things out, you fuck me and then leave me before morning hits and all you can say is 'i'm sorry' what do you think my problem is?!"

"you're unbelievable." she scoffed and rubbed her hands down her face.

"i'm unbelievable?" you scoffed back at her.

"yes making a fucking song about private issues and not letting me know? i looked like a fool out there."

"that's how you've made me feel ellie, like a damn fool. waiting for you to call me to go out or to make it official, the nights we have had together doing unexplainable things to each other just for you to flirt with other girls and especially bring cat of all people around me."

"don't bring cat into this!"

"oh i will, because do you know how that feels? how it feels to be with you the night before and for you to bring cat around the next day to cuddle and kiss when your lips were on mine just before?! i have been so in love with you for so long ellie, our whole lives. i've cried more than i have ever in the past couple of months and it's all because of you ellie. so good luck with everything i am so done with you, i quit whatever we had." you started to walk away before you turned back.

"oh and you can find another singer for the band, i'm done. i don't ever want to see you again ellie williams." you turned around and ran past a yelling dina. you were sobbing as you grabbed your things, you tried to move quickly before anyone could see you. you ran out the back and through the alley way. you started to make your way to where your car was parked. when you made it into your car you didn't give yourself any time before hunching over and crying. the night running through your mind, you didn't know how you'd recover from this.

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a/n: how do we feel!! i am so sorry this took so long it's been hectic ! glad to be back!

[olderthannetfic]

How big do you think these new Harry Potter series would be?

I know the fandom here and other places especially tiktok is still big but also I really don't want to believe we as a society didn't let go of sorting ourselves into hogwarts houses.

I'm so sad that this is the biggest thing out there and so tired seeing people still fucking writing Draco Malfoy fics. It's 2024 for crying out loud!!!

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The series could be an utter flop and we, as a society, would still be obsessed with sorting ourselves into Hogwarts houses.

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sweetest lies | c.s (02)

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pairing: choi san x f!reader

word count: 7.3k

warning: not any i can think of

a/n: not much drama but lots of trips down memory lane

in all honesty, you can't remember when the line between respect and infatuation started to blur when it came to yunho.

you met him at the age of twelve, just as you were about to enter junior high. you had found him crying outside the choi's residence one afternoon, and was shocked by the news; both of his parents' passing and that he was now one of them, because the choi only had one son and he was nothing like the sweet and obedient boy in front of you.

despite him being younger, you had a lot of respect for him because he was smart and treated everyone he ever came across with only nothing but kindness.

yunho wasn't only well mannered and pleasing to the eyes, but he was hardworking--a trait that made him incredibly easy to like, although you did felt bad at times because you were afraid he was pushing himself to meet the expectations of those around him.

but he was never fazed by any of it--the hard work, or the efforts he had to go to. he simply did it because he wanted to.

by the time he finished high school, he had enough trophies, medals, and certificates to fill his entire room.

yunho💕: can we please talk

the sigh that leaves you is both the contrasting combination of irritation but also relieved, because you weren't sure what was gonna happen after last night.

if you were gonna have to be the one to go out of your way to settle things or whatever they are at this point.

you leave him on seen just long enough to be petty, until another text comes.

yunho💕: i'll come to your workplace after you get out?

y/n: 👍

yunho is there and waiting for you just like he said he would, the moment you catch the other's gaze, you think he must've swallowed down some tension. he usually isn't one who's ever nervous about anything.

it's a lot of awkward fidgeting and humming under breaths until you two agree on a bench just outside of the office, just about when the area's cleared of most of your coworkers.

it's like an air of dreaded silence, considering you've never got into a fight with yunho before, the moment feels never-ending.

"h-how are you feeling?" he asks, everything about his voice to the question surprising you.

a part of you wishes he had said something else, or at least for the delivery to come out meaner just so you'll have another reason to get over him and not think about the million others why you can't.

"how do you think i'm feeling?" you reply, a little snappy in nature that yunho almost wants to be surprise by the tone, but he knows better than anyone that that's just how you are.

you have a way of showing emotions, often times flip flopping between vulnerable and cynical, the latter of which he always believe to be a defense mechanism.

"sorry..." he mumbles, like the word falling out of defeat. "i should've told you sooner. i mean... i was going to."

you can't help the scoff that slips despite yunho doing his very best to make the conversation as tame as a situation like this can be. but you suppose you also hold some rights to complain and be a bitch about it.

"yeah, but you didn't. i had to walk in on you and my own sister myself."

yunho recoils from the sentence, your delivery poking at something he's not sure what is, but he knows he don't like it.

"i didn't know you were coming," is all he says, calm in his voice but also ominous to a degree.

you cross your arms, continuing to stare ahead. the entire time, the both of you haven't looked at the other once.

"i was able to get off early and texted you like a bunch of times."

"i don't always have the constant need to check my phone, so i'm sorry."

he's apologizing, but there's an impatient edge to his voice that if you just continue pushing it, he will burst; at least it feels like it, the undertone of his response not sitting well with you.

a moment of unpleasant silence passes before you speak again.

"so it's true what san told me? all this time, you've always had someone else? and you've never thought of telling me any of it?" that same hurt and betrayal multiplying by the second just bringing up the reminder.

you add on, "and of all people, that someone is my sister? just when exactly did it even fucking happened?"

yunho opens his mouth to say something only to retreat with a sigh instead, waiting for just long enough in order for the appropriate words to strike.

"it just kind of happened naturally, i guess."

naturally. it stings more than it should, the visual in your head of the progression day by day as your sister's smile or small quirks catches the interests of yunho to the point he falls for her, and she falls in return.

that he sees what everyone else sees, and it's the part you hate the most.

the attraction toward one another built on a foundation similar to gravity where one cannot help but to be pulled toward each other. unlike you and yunho. even if you were magnet, he most likely still wouldn't stick.

no matter how much you try pushing the thought away; know that you're being immature and unreasonable, bitter is a feeling you've always acted on.

consumed by the jealousy and rage that your sister once again, took something from you.

"oh... i see," you murmur, yunho could've missed it if he wasn't next to you, but he can hear very clearly how your voice drops after, following with a dry chuckle that makes him turn head.

"tell me, what is so special after her?" you hold his gaze, your head now tilted as the mean and mocking look in your eyes says everything. "what made you fall this hard when i was the one who was actually by your side?"

now you're starting to really push it, yunho doing his best to contain the brewing temper but you have such a way with words that knows how to hit exactly where it hurts.

"she's really that fucking good, huh? that you--"

"--stop talking about your sister like that!"

the outburst takes you by surprise, your body flinching at the sudden crank of volume, yunho sounding and looking the most angry you've ever seen since almost 11 years ago when a group of boys were picking on you.

"can you for once, leave your sister's name out of your mouth?"

his heaving chest and stern look on his face is something entirely new. you didn't even think yunho could ever be this pissed off about anything before.

it leaves you speechless, your mind scrambling for something to say in return just to make yourself feel a little better.

"this is exactly why i couldn't tell you," he says, now calming down but still serious as he runs a hand through the front of his hair. "i knew you wouldn't be able to face the truth."

“because he didn’t want to hurt you,” he unveils, much to your stunned reaction. “he knew you’d lash out and act exactly the way you did when you saw them back at the party.”

"and what would that be?" you push, really setting yourself up for all the hurt and pain that's about to come because yunho is absolutely right.

"that me and your sister love each other."

his words sink in like a bad ache, your brain still refusing to accept the pain receptors but it's all very real. the heavy and uncomfortable sensation running through your chest and the curling of your grip as they tighten.

you don't wish to hear any more of how perfect they are for each other, or more specifically, how more perfect she is for him than you.

"but i love you, too."

it's awful and cringe and makes you regret it the second it comes out, but you literally couldn't think of anything else.

"no..." yunho talks under his breath, shaking his head. "i'm not sure you've ever really loved me."

you draw back slightly, the puzzled expression on like he's accused you of a crime you didn't commit.

"i don't think you love me," he finishes off.

yunho didn't want to tell you (just yet) for numerous reasons. the fact you wouldn't be able to accept the truth is one thing, but he mainly held it back for this long because he didn't want to hurt you.

no matter how frustrating you can be at times, often than most acting on impulse and letting the unreasonable voice in your head get the better of you, he didn't want to be another someone who had let you down.

disappointed you and tossed you away; and for your sister of all people.

he grew up with you and watched as you go from a somewhat lively and carefree person to the one you are today.

how, you actually used to love and care for your younger sister, always by her side to protect her and fend off anyone who thought any less of her.

he's watched and sat through dinners and social events of family members comparing the two of you, able to vividly recall the both embarrassed and sad look on your face when they'd all praise her instead.

how much prettier, smarter, and better she is than you.

and he was definitely there when your parents sidelined you for your sister's accomplishments, over the years also a witness to the relationship that soon turned sour and leaving a huge wall between you guys.

he can't remember the last time you two even spoke to one another without all the lingering tension and bitterness up in the air.

so he more than anyone knows how much of a sore spot just talking about your sister is, the prolonging of the revelation one that is to protect you from the hurt he knew you'd undoubtedly experience.

but he's afraid that it's been going on too long; the need to tear the band aid right off and tell you everything for what it is.

"of course i love you, yunho." your soft tone rips him from the thought and to the desperation in your eyes.

"if you love me then you would be happy for me."

you've never been shy of letting such a thing be known, whether saying it outright or making implications of it. yunho always well aware to the fact that you've been silently hoping he'd take matters into his own hands one day and ask you the long awaited question or say those three words.

but truth be told, even if it wasn't your sister, it would've been someone else.

not because he don't think you are wonderful and worth loving in your own little ways, but because ever since he turned 18 and graduated high school, his cognition much more developed and refined, he was sure of a suspicion he had quite some time ago: that you don't actually love him. at least not for the right reasons.

"how can i be happy for you when it's her of all people? you know how she makes me feel!"

that all or most of it is just to one-up your sister, this twisted game having turned into obsession and masked under the pretense of love, succeeding in convincing yourself to believe it as well.

"i know that you've spent all your life being compared to her, and i understand... but don't you think it's time to grow up a little and start facing those issues?" his voice turns a serious, reprimanding tone without coming off too harsh.

"i'm not some trophy to be won over to prove who's better, and just because i like your sister doesn't make you any less. i'm sorry that the adults were so awful to you growing up, but it's time you start loving yourself. not look to someone else for validation just to feel better temporarily, but i want you to be happy..."

he pauses to catch his breath, an empathetic expression washing over before closing it off.

"i should've told you sooner, i'm sorry. i was a coward. but i don't want to carry any more baggages or be responsible for someone else's entire self esteem. let's free ourselves... from each other."

you stay quiet and yunho's not sure what to make of the lack of reactions, but although he's said everything he's always wanted to, the guilt blooming in his chest weighs heavy; it's always been too easy to sympathize with you.

another reason he's sure made you cling onto him as hard as you did, was because he was really the only person to accept you for who you are.

yunho never asked for anything, or for you to change.

if someone was to tell you that one day, you'd go out of your way to look for san, you would've laughed and told them to go fuck themself.

but you're standing in front of the door to his condo--somehow surprisingly able to recall the location just from the trip earlier today, and silently going over everything currently wrong with your life and how you have no one else to talk to about your problems but san.

the one person you swore up and down to that you wouldn't even give the time of day to if you and him were the last people on earth, but now seeming like the only option.

you place a few knocks but for all you know, he might not even be home. he could be back at his parents' place or fucking off somewhere else.

the door comes apart when you were least expecting it, san's figure standing before you with his black shirt, sweatpants, and hooded beanie.

his rather dull pair of eyes turning a wide one when he sees it's you. it's not everyday that you'd come waddling through the front of his doorstep. or at all.

"i thought christmas is still a month away," he remarks lightheartedly, the comment honestly slipping before he can even fully process the strangeness of the situation, or the fact you obviously look like you had been crying.

"can i come in?" you ask, the soft, vulnerability of the question takes san a step back because he most definitely expected a snide comment in return.

"yeah, sure..." he replies hesitantly, widening the door and moving aside but unable to help but be suspicious that at any given moment, you just might come clear it’s all just a cruel joke.

you stay still in position, gaze fixated on the interior that you saw this morning until you hear the shutting of the door and snaps around.

"missed the place already?" he lets another one slip, a smirk at the corner of his lips that prompts an eye roll from you.

but he might just be doing it because he's not sure what to make of a conversation if you're both not spewing hateful things to each other's faces, or that he just remembered what he said to you this morning and feels just the slightest awful about it.

the complete and utter silence from you makes the scene both uneasy and unsettling, he lingers in the awkwardness for a few more seconds before opening his mouth, only for you to beat him with words that's been dying to get out.

"i'm uhm... i'm sorry," you utter lowly, sounding and appearing ashamed by the way your fingers fiddle with each other at your front, san almost can't believe it.

"pardon?"

"i'm sorry, about this morning."

because all it took for you to realize how pathetically nonexistent your social life is, or that you practically chased off anyone who has ever given the slightest fuck about you, is that other than yunho, you're not sure who else to confine in.

who can stand you and listen to your problems; and now that he's the cause of it, the lack of a support system you have is quite eye opening in a depressing sort of way.

"oh," he says, sounding similar to a whisper and eyes downcasting to the floor for a quick second. "it's fine, really. i didn't think too much of it."

not of what you said because you've definitely spewed worse things before, but he did think a lot about what he said and how carried away he got.

you might've called him a manwhore and told him to fuck off more times than he can count, and he'd retaliate with sensual remarks bordering offensive, but there seems to be some kind of unspoken ground rules between the two of you and he might've broken it.

he still grew up with you nonetheless and holds some weird, sentimental value over the fact.

you just nod, both of your body language so unusual and the atmosphere oddly pleasant.

he breaks the silence with a rather heartfelt apology, "i'm also sorry. that was a really mean thing to say."

"no." you shake your head to rebut. "you were right. i was just in denial."

your mind races back to the departure not even two hours ago, like you can almost hear yunho's voice through the flashback.

"you should probably start heading back. it's cold out here," yunho says, the swift glance at your attire makes him wonder how you're not shivering just yet.

"i can walk you to your car," he adds.

"i'll be fine."

your cold, cut-throat tone stops him dead in his track, yunho only able to stare as he tries to predict your next movement.

"you can go."

the words die in yunho's throat, a tiny protest on the horizon but he knows it's best if he leaves you alone for now. take the time to dwell in your own emotions as you try to process the changes, and eventually and hopefully, accept them.

he nods, clearing his throat the same time he stands up and takes one last look at you, giving into the last thing he wants to tell you.

"i hope you won't think of it as a loss, but instead, i want you to see it as an opportunity to find yourself."

"also, thank you for looking after me last night. if you didn't, i most definitely would've ended up on the news, or worse."

san's stoic expression soon morphs into a somewhat cocky smile at that, one eyebrow raising to complement it.

"this day cannot get any weirder. i mean, not that i'm complaining." he shrugs, and it makes you want to yell at him for ruining the moment.

"no, really. thanks to your stalkerish behavior, i was able to wake up in one piece," you snark playfully, half expecting him to be offended, but it has the opposite effect with his smile growing even bigger.

it's not the first time he so shamelessly takes pride in the fact.

most of your greetings or first words upon seeing him always within the line of "did you follow me?" given ever since your parents got acquainted with the neighbors next door and forced you kids to get along, choi san has had a knack for following you since the mere age of nine.

you still remember his much smaller figure back then trailing behind you and around the entire perimeter of the gated community, annoyingly pleading for you to play with him or else he's gonna wipe his boogers on you.

he was very much a kid of his words and had done exactly what he said he would when you told him to get lost, smudging your new shirt with what he'd call "shrek" because he was a disgusting nine year old boy who liked to name his boogers.

it was the first out of many that you made him cry, retaliating with a hard push to his shoulders that sent his frail body to the cement, and in turn, got you in trouble.

(if you try that now, you'll get it handed to you)

it was the start of your dislike for him that only seemed to grow the older you two got. because san went from being a defenseless little kid whose most threatening act was to tell your parents, to a middle schooler with wider, meaner vocabularies, and by the time he entered high school, you practically had no chance against him.

if he wanted to corner you in a room or put another of his snot on your new shirt, you were just gonna have to put up with it.

"how do you, by chance, always know where i'm at?" you ask genuinely, thinking back to all the instances he just so happened to be there.

"you're predictable," he simply says, making you raise an eyebrow in response, wondering if that's the case or if he just pays way too much attention to you, which, you never fully understood.

you both existed to piss off the other person, but san always knew more about you than the other way around.

"hmm," you dismiss it with a hum, followed by a pretentious act of checking the surrounding because you have a big favor to ask him, and your lips at the moment feels like they don't want to cooperate.

"san," you call even somewhat sweet-sounding, it might be the calmest you've ever said his name, watching as some kind of amusement takes over him and he reacts with a head tilt, hands shoved inside the pockets of his pants, replying with a cool, "yeah?"

"can i stay over? just for tonight?"

you almost expect him to crack a snarky comment, something in the fashion of how he's been waiting for this day where you practically get on your knees and beg for his help, but where you're predictable, san is quite the surprise.

he doesn't drop any smart comments or take the very tempting chance of rubbing your helplessness in your face.

he just nods and proceeds to state, "but you're gonna have to tell me why you're here."

you scoff.

"you literally already know why i'm here."

you think you're gonna go crazy if you have to retell (and relive) yours and yunho's 'relationship', and how disillusioned you were in all of its expectation.

"yes, but i'm gonna need to know how you managed to piss off so many people for you to show up here of all places."

you didn't have many friends growing up, san recalling you being tough as a nail and frightening most of the kids away, girls and boys.

most of the time, if you weren't busy sniffing yunho up who was right by your side, you were alone at a table ripping stickers from sticker sheets and decorating the journal he's seen you with since the first day he got moved to the same school.

he still doesn't know what's in it, but he knows you gave a kid a black eye once when they tried to steal it.

the only other people he's ever seen you with besides yunho, were hongjoong and seonghwa.

it was during his first ever college party, an invitation by a fellow classmate and now friend, mingi.

he might've had far too many drinks that night and a small makeout session that left his shirt wrinkled and neck stained with kiss marks that he just needed to find a restroom and get cleaned up; it being the first party and all.

that was how he winded up near the hallway of you and two males, one of them leaning on the wall with a drink in his hand, and the other debating with you as both of your voices fight to become the dominant one.

none of you guys noticed him as he quickly slipped into the found restroom, too entirely distracted by your own interests.

he assumed they were sophomores just like you, and he was right.

he wasn't as surprised that you were even capable of making new friends, but more so at the fact that yunho wasn't there.

probably the only instances he'd see you at a social or public event without yunho was when you were with them, sometimes even using either hongjoong or seonghwa to locate your whereabouts because you were whatever they were at.

his and your friend group even started banters on the occasion and just do stupid party shit together sometimes.

but by the time you were about to graduate and leave school, you stopped hanging out with them for some reason he never dared to ask.

it was a bummer for sure because san's never seen anyone just click with you as much as they did.

"it's complicated," you tell him when he finally brought up the question, seated across from you on the single sofa while you take occupancy of the big, modular one.

similar to how you've dealt with most of your problems, you don't like talking about it or reopening wounds of the past. but if you're gonna be using san as a getaway, you figure you owe him at least an answer.

something about his current state and attentiveness a telltale sign that you can trust him. though to be frank, you never felt threatened or endangered with san having so many knowledge of you in the palm of his hand. oddly.

you tell him of the last conversation you had with hongjoong before the both of you declared you two were better off without each other.

the conversation a heated one, but neither about stupid politics or gross food combinations.

one that ended nastily and with a lot of bad feelings that leaves enough grudge to fill an entire room, unable to bear the sight of the other for more than a minute at most.

"tonight. at chan's party. he said he can hook up some equipments and i can just bring my laptop. so it's like a reveal party or whatever," hongjoong informs over the phone.

"oh shit, tonight?" you repeat, pacing around your room to find something to wear.

"yeah."

"i uh... i can't," you break the news, catching yourself in the mirror and recoiling almost immediately because you know how much of a shit friend you're about to sound. "i promised yunho we'd catch a movie. i'm actually getting ready right now."

the silence from hongjoong's end makes you nervous, but it wouldn't be the first time you blew him and seonghwa off for yunho.

you realize that day, you have a limit, and it would only be fair that so does others.

"it's just a movie. can't you reschedule?"

the shift of tone going from cheerful and excited to impatient takes you by surprise, having to scramble quickly for what to say in response.

"i can't. yunho's gonna be busy for the rest of the week."

"okay? so am i. it's probably still gonna be in theaters for the next couple of weeks or so anyway."

"i already said i'm going and we're leaving in like 20 minutes," you say, the annoyance in your voice very clear to hongjoong.

"it's a fucking movie, y/n," he states, the more careful tone from before all gone, unable to believe you. "you're acting like it's not gonna be available online a month or two from now."

you fume through your nose, time running shorter as you spend it arguing with hongjoong over the phone.

"and it's a fucking song, hongjoong. show me on your laptop or send it some other time. beside, i already told you i'm not going to another college party for the rest of the year. they're always so filthy, filled with stupid people, and i always end up making bad decisions."

hongjoong scoffs from the other side and you don't miss how dry and sarcastic it sounds.

"i'm asking you to come listen to a song i've been working on for almost two years, not for you to come snort some fucking coke."

"well it's too late. you should've called earlier."

"maybe i should've, but i also thought you were gonna be better than this and not leave your friends for a guy who barely gives a shit about you."

granted, you both did say a lot of fucked up things that day that neither can take back, and you were, undoubtedly, furious at the time (and especially at that comment) and only thought of how to hurt him the same in return.

the guilt passed with time, but you wouldn't ever tell him that you knew you were in the wrong. everything all your fault because you always placed yunho above them despite knowing that deep down, the two cared for you and treated you like family.

they always looked out for you at all parties and never pressured you to do anything you didn't want to. all the stupid, bad decisions were by your own choice because you were too sad and depressed and didn't want to hear any more of your sister's acceptance to one of the big three universities, nor read another email from one of your professors about withdrawing the class before you'd most likely end up with an f.

but you're too prideful, selfish, and a bit ashamed, you won't ever admit it to hongjoong's face. especially not after all these years.

"that's it?" san exclaims after you finished.

"well, yes."

"if you know you were wrong, you should just apologize. nothing good about prolonging some bad blood. especially when it could be easily mended."

you admit the scene is a bit bizarre; san giving you advice and you sitting calmly as you try to digest his words that doesn't trigger a nerve, because for once, it actually sounds somewhat reasonable, though unrealistic (according to you).

but you suppose it's what this night is gonna be all about.

"it's not that easy," you counter, "a sudden apology all these years is... weird."

san chuckles, picking up the manner in which you curl your hands together in your lap as you said that.

it's hard to take your tough act seriously sometimes, because he can see the guilt or fear in your eyes and that you just want to give into it.

"yeah, and look at where that behavior got you," he says, not mean or intending to hurt. if anything, he actually takes sympathy on you "stuck talking to someone you don't even like."

you twitch an eye for a second at that.

"but i'm not having too bad of a time so far."

"hmm," he hums, quick to move the topic along. "i suppose you haven't eaten?"

"i had lunch... a couple hours ago."

well, it was more a snack that you had gotten from the vending machine because there was no time this morning.

"i could probably whip up something real quick."

you watch as he stands up and trails to the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets left and right before a smile quirks up on his lips.

"buldak or shin ramen?" he waves both of the packages as he awaits an answer.

"shin ramen. i don't feel like destroying my stomach tonight."

he nods it off with a light snicker, your lips puckering from the silence after and deciding to throw in a lighthearted tease.

"i thought you were gonna be making steaks or call for delivery."

he looks up from the pot he was washing and sends a smirk your way, completely unfazed.

"i'm a 23 year old guy, of course i don't know how to cook. but if you want to call for delivery, suit yourself."

"if you're gonna be living by yourself, it would be beneficial to learn how. but i'm good with just ramen for now," you reply, eyes moving away to wander the area before fixating on san again.

"you have any extra towels?" you ask.

"should be in the bathroom."

"okay. then i'm gonna head in for a quick shower while you do that."

you can see his nodding from where you're at, stopping as you have the bathroom door halfway open and looking over your shoulder to bother him with one last question.

"uh, do you have any extra shirt and shorts i can borrow? just for tonight. i'll return it by morning. i've just literally been wearing this thing for almost two days now," you refer to the red dress, not as satin or clean as it was yesterday.

your boss almost went into cardiac arrest when you showed up with it, considering the strict dress code, but he took pity of a story you made up and was honestly just relieved you even showed up at all—though you did get a written warning for the late arrival.

"i should. you can go to my room and pick them out for yourself."

you're a tad taken aback by the freewill but thanks him anyway before going into his room and taking the first black t-shirt and shorts you see because it feels wrong in every way even if it isn't.

you catch the sight of him humming a tune under his breath and rocking his head to it before you disappear off into the bathroom, releasing the giggle you've been holding.

"this is definitely overcooked," you pass the comment while examining the soft, mushy, yellow strands of noodles in front of you.

"i might've gotten distracted," san explains, sitting in the stool beside you on the kitchen island where he might've been for a while, it makes you think back to the soft call of your name after you finally got out of the shower and stuffed yourself into his clothings.

"i gotta give it to you. it takes a real lack of skill to mess up something as simple as ramen," you poke fun at him, the words more casually sounding than anything because you're used to putting him down, but still taking a sip of the broth nonetheless because he worked hard on it--more or less.

he smiles it off, and even while guzzling down the noodles, you don't miss the way his gaze lowers to your chest, and then legs, prompting you to cower just slightly because it's just you and san in a big, almost empty condo.

san's good at making you feel a lot of things, but nervous and flustered usually weren't the cases.

"you look good in it," he says casually, your heart bursting in relief because you have no idea what the hell you thought he was gonna say.

you look down at his shirt you're wearing before meeting his eyes again, mustering an unnatural sounding, "thanks."

you return to your food and let the thought die, but san's gaze burning the side of your face makes you snap back.

"what's wrong?" you ask, and you can see him tensing up from the question.

"so what after this?" he breaks it clear and direct, though filled with joy just sitting and talking to you, the air never this nice and pleasant before, he's also curious to an extent. about you and the steps you're gonna take.

you shrug, releasing the spoon and chopsticks in your hold before engaging in a silent stare-off with him.

"i haven't given it much thought. i was kind of busy burying my relationship with yunho, whatever that is."

he lets a quiet hum of acknowledgement coast by, figuring it's fair enough you would need time, only for you to start talking again.

"but there are things i've always wanted to do, too," you tell him a little shy, because it must sound crazy that you also have your own dreams and wants beside yunho's attention.

yunho was many sources of your happiness, but he also held you back in many ways. not he the person, but the ideals and expectaions you've built for him.

you've had a lot of chances and opportunities to better yourself, and you threw them all away for a fantasy in your head.

true friends, ambitions, some sort of true calling that you're not existing just to exist--you don't have any of those at the age of 24.

"yeah? and what are those things?" he asks, so much enthusiam, you want to believe he actually cares what you have to say.

"it's not that big of a dream or goal," you say with a chuckle, like he might find it ridiculous. "i just want to... travel."

you await his reaction, your heart wrapped in a foreign warmth when he just smiles.

"a dream is a dream. no matter how small or big," he comforts you, "but traveling is definitely not anything small. where do you want to go?"

"everywhere," you answer, "i want to go to many places... but preferably anywhere but here."

he cranks an eyebrow.

"you're not planning on running away, are you?" he questions, the delivery innocent enough but also slightly concerned because he thinks there's a chance that might be exactly what you plan to do.

"no," you reply, giggling only shortly.

"i hope you won't think of it as a loss, but instead, i want you to see it as an opportunity to find yourself."

you're still mad at yunho and hate how he chose your sister over you, but if anything, you hate how reasonable and logical he still managed to sound amid all of it.

that you pretty much placed everything else on the backburner just for the hope that his reciprocated love would fix the sorrow and unhappiness you experience on a daily basis.

"just brainstorming," you assure, "thinking about what i can do, now that i don't have to consider yunho and leaving him."

leaving him for your heart's desire, so afraid that you would let the chance slip right through the palm of your hand if you did. but now, there's nothing left to lose and you suppose it's a conflicted and warped up feeling of freedom.

san nods to it, snapping himself out of the trance and catching just how immersed he was to every word that you said.

"i should probably finish the noodles before it gets cold," you say, once you realize how long it's just been sitting there while you two talked.

you get two gulps out of it before you're pulled away by a question.

"why do you care so much about what others have to say about you and your sister?"

he's aware it's a bit blunt and inappropriate considering how well it's going, but he doesn't say it to be mean but because he wants to understand you.

he's been there and has seen as much as yunho have, watching you throw nasty glares your sister's way or growing irritated at the drop of her name.

he knows there's psychology behind how all of this works (that he's unfortunately lacking of knowledge about), but he wants to hear it from you. why you always put yourself down and chooses to live in your sister's shadow when you're as equally capable.

"you wouldn't understand," you mumble, refusing to look him straight in the eyes although he isn't shying away from it one bit, going to pick at the noodles with your utensils.

"if you tell me, i might."

the shift of atmosphere is heavy, the air no longer lighthearted but now serious as silence fills it briefly.

"is it because you're insecure from always being pitted against her?"

you still don't answer, instead taking a bite out of your bowl and hoping he'll just let it pass because you're aware in some ways that you're gonna sound unreasonable, childish, and petty.

just an older sister jealous of her younger one because she's better in every way.

but you've always been one to sit and brew in your own emotions and anger until they eventually turn into something much worse.

"if you want some help, you need to talk to me. i understand you might not want to, but i promise i won't run off with the information or use it against you. i'm much better than what you give me credits for."

you swallow and drop the utensils, facing him on and releasing a sigh.

"yes," you say, "i care so much about what others have to say about me and her because i already know they'll just talk down on me."

"and why would you assume that?" he asks.

you scoff, as if he's making you state the obvious.

"because i always fall behind on everything. even small things like socializing and making friends comes so much more naturally to her," you say, strong at first but tapering out eventually. "but it's not as easy for me... i-i find it hard talking to people or trying to make friends."

and even when you do, you seem to have a habit of driving them away.

san takes a deep breath and stares at you in pity.

"but you shouldn't be measuring your worth based on your sister's accomplishments or setting her as the standard. comparison sucks, i understand. and i know it's easier said than done, but you're great in your own ways. trust me."

you don't say anything back, not because you don't want to, but it's how your heart takes a dive and leaves you speechless hearing san tell you that.

a light pink blush makes an appearance on his cheeks but he's quick to move it along with a clear of his throat.

"what i meant to say is, i've been there before. you really think i was spared any of it when yunho of all people is my stepbrother and i'm the biological son?"

you suppose if she was your stepsister instead, it might be a lot worse.

but with san, he's always been nonchalant like nothing ever bothers him. it would be a lot easier for him to dismiss it.

"well if only i could be as carefree as you," you mumble.

"it definitely bothered me at first, but i didn't see why i should be losing sleep over it. me and yunho are two very different people after all who does our own things. i'm proud of what he's achieved so far, and he's always had my back when needed."

when the night drags on and you're both getting too tired for overwhelming conversations, you go to bed in the spare bedroom after helping him clean up and let today's event sink in. so many things to process at once.

despite all of yours and san's history and indifferences, you can admit that there may be a thing or two you can learn from him.

so unusual seeing his irritating and cunning self turn so much more soft and empathetic, you're starting to feel bad for all the times you've cursed his name over simple mishaps.

thinking back to what he said earlier and being surprised he even had the kindness to do so.

"comparison sucks, i understand. and i know it's easier said than done, but you're great in your own ways. trust me."

that san would be able to make one of your worst days into something a lot less worse and even comforting.

then you think about yunho, wondering if he's right about the fact you never loved him, before drifting off.

--

when san wakes up in the morning, he almost forgot you had stayed over until he makes way into the kitchen and the yellow sticky note plastered on the front door takes his attention.

thanks for letting me stay the night :) you're kind of pleasant to be around when you don't think with your dick. btw i left your clothes in the laundry basket. see you around i guess - y/n

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[multiharlot]

cayendo // matt murdock x age gap!reader

summary: your husband takes a business trip to la

warnings: it's always the "my wife" guys...looking at you NED FULMER........i'm so sorry for this, lmao

i like feeling pain so uhhhh song inspiration is cayendo by frank ocean.

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you sighed as you sat next to your husband's half packed bag on your bed.

"what?" he asks, stopping after he places a t shirt into the bag.

"i just...why the suit?" you frown, and he just smiles, sitting next to you.

"hey, it's just in case. i'm literally going to defend my suit tailor from a vigilante. i might need it." he shrugs, leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to your pouting lips.

you just groan, throwing yourself backwards onto the bed and flopping your arms dramatically above your head. matt laughs softly, shaking his head at your antics. he places the last item of clothing into his bag and pushes the bag off of the bed before laying right on top of you.

"you know i love you, yeah? and that i'll always come home to you?" he asks, leaning up on his forearms and pushing a few stray pieces of hair away from your face.

"yeah but-"

"no but's. you know that, right?"

"yes." you sigh, and matt smiles, placing his hand softly on your cheek.

"i'll be okay. it's just a week, my love." he says, your heart fluttering at how softly and delicately he spoke to you.

you closed your eyes, leaning your face onto his hand and letting out a soft breath before opening your eyes and smiling up at your husband.

"i love you"

"i love you more" he smiles, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss onto your lips.

liar. liar liar liar.

it's all that ran through your head as you looked down at your phone, seeing pictures of daredevil and she-hulk flood your timeline. edits of them together and a video of your husband leaving an apartment building early in the morning with his shoes in hand. clearly doing the walk of shame.

you'd seen enough.

you throw your phone to the opposite side of the couch and just sit there, staring at the blank wall in front of you. you weren't really sure what to do. scream. cry. call him and yell. leave and never speak to him again.

you genuinely didn't know what to do.

your phone violently began to vibrate and ring, and you just sat there, letting it ring. letting the texts and calls pile up. undoubtedly foggy and karen calling you after seeing the news all over their timelines. but let's be honest, even if you did pick up the phone, you'd have nothing to say. what could you say?

your husband just cheated on you.

what in the world could you possibly say?

your thoughts were interrupted by violent knocking at your door. you took a moment to breathe before making your way to the door and slowly bringing it open, and you're face to face with your best friend, leanne. she stands there, slightly out of breath and her eyes fixed onto you, seemingly waiting for you to say something.

"what do i do?" you breathe out, your eyebrows furrowed as you stand there in front of her, still in disbelief.

"you do whatever you need to do. and whatever it is, i support you. need to leave? i'll pack your things. do you need to stay? we'll get comfy and we can talk through it. wanna set his stuff on fire? i'll grab the matches. need to disappear and change your identity? i know a guy. you tell me whatever it is you need right now, and we'll do it." she says firmly, walking into your home and shutting the door behind her.

for a moment, you just stood there, still in the hallway. everything around you felt like him. hell, you were wearing his clothes. and even in his betrayal, you'd never felt safer than when you were surrounded in these pieces of him. knowing that made part of you angry, but it also made part of you break more than you thought it could. the place where you felt safest is a place you didn't belong. a place you weren't sure you ever belonged in the first place. deep down you always kind of knew. you knew that you weren't really his...type.

you almost wanted to laugh at yourself.

a type. what a small menial thing in comparison to falling in love. who cares about an archetype when you're in love.

but deep deep down, and every now and then, very sparsely, the thought came into your head. you'd considered the women he'd loved. the hard headed type, fighting the world in their mini skirts and heels. the bold type. they were so outspoken and strong. physically and mentally. when they spoke, everyone turned their heads to look and listen. they captured the attention of a room full of people simply just by walking in. you'd admired it. admired them. but you also knew, that just wasn't you. and even though you knew that, you'd always figured it was dumb. it wasn't an insecurity so much as it was just....a known fact. you were his type breaker. but that didn't really matter because at the end of the day, he married you. he built a life with you. why would something as dumb as a type matter when he chose you to spend forever with?

but now, suddenly, types mattered. and while he was always yours, it's clearly evident that you were never his. wether he married you or not, at the end of the day, you just weren't his type.

"what's going on in your pretty head, huh?" leanne asks softly, coming up behind you, wrapping her arms around you and laying her head on your shoulder.

you didn't bother to answer. not wanting to burden her with everything going on in your head.

he was supposed to come home tomorrow. you'd counted down the days. but now, you weren't sure you wanted to be there when he got home and yet you couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

*****

matt murdock didn't think it was possible for him to run this fast. as soon as the plane landed, he'd run out of the terminal gates about to flag down a taxi when he'd heard foggy shouting.

"HEY YOU GIGANTIC IDIOT GET IN THE CAR!"

for a moment, he'd considered walking instead. he'd rather suffer walking 20 miles back to his apartment than a 30 minute car ride with foggy, who was beyond pissed.

matt walked towards the car and foggy snatched his suitcase from his hand, quite literally throwing it into the backseat and slamming the door shut as he walked over to the drivers side.

"i'm not opening your door"

matt opened his mouth to speak, but he decided it was best not to. he slid his hand across the door before grabbing the handle and sliding into the passenger seat before sinking into himself. all he could think about was getting home to his wife. hoping and praying that she'd be there when he got back.

"why'd you do it" foggy asked, his voice cold and angry.

his tone was harsh and he was short with matt. rightfully so.

"i...i don't even know."

matt wasn't even sure why he did what he did. he'd just...slipped into his old ways, he guessed. he loved his wife. he loved you. you were everything he'd ever dreamed of in a woman. you two fit like a glove. complimented each other. your lifestyles complimented each other. so he didn't even know how it happened. he just knew that he was sorry, and he'd do anything to fix it.

foggy scoffed, shaking his head.

"you don't know? you don't know. great. that's just great, matt. so you did it for no reason then?"

"no. not for no reason i-"

"then what? huh? what fucking reason could you possibly have to cheat on your wife, matt? the woman who makes you elaborate lunches to take to work and- and- brings the entire office coffee in the mornings on the way to work? the woman who re-sews the buttons on your shirts with silk thread so they're more comfortable for you and who planned an elaborate beach honeymoon so that for once in your life you'd be able to experience silence? that's the woman you deiced to cheat on?"

matt didn't have an answer. he wish he did. any answer, even if it was an awful one. but he really didn't know why he did it.

"i just...got caught up in the moment. the adrenaline of it all-"

"the adrenaline of it all. okay. right. so do you just have sex with everyone you fight with out there? that a normal occurrence for you?" foggy sarcastically spit out.

matt almost physically winced at foggy's coldness. never in their many years of friendship had foggy been this angry at him. never had matt ever felt like foggy would give up on him. except for right now.

"fog i-"

"no. no you don't get to speak. you're gonna sit there, and you're gonna think about what you're gonna say to her."

and that's what he did. matt sat there, thinking about you. thinking about if you'd be there when he got home. how he'd fix this. he opened his mouth as he turned to foggy and dared to ask

"how is she?"

the question almost made foggy want to laugh. like...maniacally laugh.

"i dunno. her husband just cheated on her. i'd say not very good."

"is she...did she-"

"leave? no. but if you ask me, she should have."

deep down matt wanted to argue that face, but he didn't. he knew better.

"so she's still-"

"i said yes, matt. she's still at home."

matt sunk further into his seat, if that was even possible. and while he and foggy sat in silence, so did you. you were sat at the living room table, a cup of tea in your hand, your leg bouncing up and down in attempt to release your anxiety.

you looked down at your phone, and part of you didn't want to do it. you were sure you wanted to stay here. work through it. but the next thing you knew, you were running across the apartment, stuffing clothes into a bag with your phone tucked between your shoulder and your ear.

"y/n? are you okay?"

"no. i can't be here when he gets here. i need to go."

there was a moment of silence and then lianne's voice came through, harsh and determined.

"i'll be there in five."

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[stars-n-spice]

TechPhee + Chuseok/Hangawi!

Recently it was Korean Thanksgiving (추석/한가위) and so I thought it was the perfect excuse to draw the sillies in different hanboks because why not?

Next up we've got Tech and Phee!

Of course, I had to draw Tech as a scholar, aka a Seonbi (선비). He's wearing a dopo (도포) and a gat (갓). No, seriously, the hat is called a 'gat.' Phee is in a hanbok designed to look like her usual wear and I styled her hair like the Eoyeo-meori (어여머리) wigs/hairpieces that were worn by nobelwomen/courtladies. Honestly, there are some crazy headpieces and wigs worn by Korean ladies of the upper class back in the day, but they were absolutely gorgeous. Like,, clearly they were the inspiration for some of Padmé's looks (a Korean Padmé would've been so cool-). Anyways, the headpiece is adorned with tteoljam (정의) and I tried to make the circle one look like the compass in the "Entombed" episode.

Is this a nobelwoman!Phee who flirts around with a scholar!Tech? Maaaaaybe...But I knew I had to draw Tech as a seonbi in the silly gat hat and draw Phee in hair that was going to be fitting for her.

Others are linked here! His twin will be posted tomorrow :)

Hunter and Jung (plus Omega) // Echo and Viram // Wrecker and Khea // Crosshair and Tay'kaa

[20thcentwriter]

Get him back [Michael Gavey x OC]

Chapter One- When Edith Met Michael

Word count- 1.2k

Cw- swearing

Vaguely proofread

A/n hello everyone, welcome to chapter one of my series. I don't consider myself a great writer but I hope you enjoy this series I have planned. I kinda have no clue what I'm doing really and any tips and tricks would be very helpful. All I know is that I'm excited to discover the relationship between Edith and Michael.

Also apologies for this chapter being kind of short. I just wanted to establish the breakup between Felix and Edith and have her meet Michael. It will get more interesting

“You’re breaking up with me?!?” Edith can’t believe what she’s hearing

… Well maybe she can a little bit but it doesn’t mean she thought this would really happen.

“Umm…Ed… yeah. You know we’re both going to uni in two weeks.”

“Felix Catton don’t you fucking bullshit me. you and I are both going to Oxford.”

”Okay umm…” Felix brings his hand to rub his chin. “ it’s just that this whole past year I’ve been so great and understanding about your boundaries regarding sex but I thought by now we’d have already done it though. I don't think it’s going to work.”

Through breathy laughter Edith can’t help containing her anger “Wait- So what you’re telling me is that you are done with me because I'm not ready to have sex and you’re horny ?!?!”

“That's pretty much the case, yeah.”

”You know what Felix Catton, I can't believe I thought you would ever be understanding.” Edith starts, heels turning to walk away so he couldn’t see the tears whining to spill. “You fucking suck and fuck you!!!!”

“What a fucking asshole,” Edith mutters under her breath peering out the window of her room. She shakes her head looking at a completely okay looking Felix Catton chatting and laughing with other popular rich kids who some Edith use to call “friends” .

The term “friends” would frankly be a loose term for Edith because they were more of people she hung out with because she was dating Felix, they weren’t true friends. she’s never exactly had a true friend.

Eddie knows he doesn’t deserve anymore of her feelings towards him but it’s hard. All she wants to do is scream and cry, telling Felix that he’s so pathetic.

Edith knows she can’t, all those other girls would come right after her, saying she’s jealous and desperate. how could he just break her heart and be completely okay? He’s most likely even moved on already.

Taking her eyes off from her ex, Edith flops onto her bed with a groan. All she wishes to do for the rest of the day is sit on her bed and read her book, draw in her sketchbook and maybe play her guitar. She’s aware though that she has to go to the dining hall tonight. Edith hasn’t been able to eat all day as she’s been moving in.

The idea of having to potentially sit near a perfectly fine Felix makes her want to gouge her eyes.

It's also her luck though that she’ll be stuck with some maths loser who forces you to answer sums, showing off how smart they are. If she were to compare the two she would take the maths loser but still not ideal.

Completely done with reality, Edith grabs her ipod, headphones and sketchbook off her nightstand and drowns out the world with music and drawing until she has to leave her room.

This is just great. I don't have to sit next to Felix but I also can’t find a seat in the first place. Edith can’t help but comment in her head, walking the dining hall in hopes of a spot to sit.

In a way she did luck out but she doesn’t know where to sit. That thankfully for Edith isn’t long lasting as she finds an open seat next to a boy with dirty blonde hair and glasses. Not thinking to whom she might have to converse with, she quickly walks over and sits down desperate to begin eating.

As she's eating, Edith can't help but feel uneasy and like someone to the right is staring into her soul through her ear. She looks up to the right and piercing blue eyes fill her vision. she whispers an awkward hi and smiles at the very strange boy and he in return moves his eyes down to her messenger bag.

Edith’s bag is decorated with little doodles that draws on it when she’s bored. The boy quickly turns his head away from muttering something under his breath that Edith didn’t pick up on but knew couldn’t have been nice.

What an ass.

The feeling of uneasy and bitterness doesn’t die the more she sits next to this guy. It was also not exactly possible to find a new seat either as the only other open seat was across from him and somehow for Edith that would be even worse. She feels bad for whoever would be sitting across from him

Like the universe reading her mind, another boy around her age with dark brown hair and glasses, who after struggling to find a place in the dining, eventually seats himself, somewhat reluctantly. right across from the strange boy.

The two boys stare at each other in silence for a few minutes, the brown-haired boy also clearly uneasy like Edith. it was the other boy who reach his hand out though to the brunet to introduce himself and Edith finally learned this strange boy’s name

”Hi I’m Michael Gavey”

The other boy accepts Michaels outreached hand and Edith learns his name is Oliver Quick. The boy begins to converse with one another. The last thing she got by fully eavesdropping was Michael asking Oliver if he was also a Norman no-mate too.

Not really interested, Edith turns her attention back to her half empty plate. the quicker she finishes the faster she can leave and not have to be in the presence of this Michael Gavey.

Even with half eavesdropping and half ignoring the two. Edith slightly laughs to herself as Michael tells Oliver even though he doesn’t like math, he is some math genius and to ask him a sum. Oliver clearly uncomfortable and telling Michael he’s fine and that he doesn’t need to ask him a sum

Edith though couldn’t expect was was to come out of a now agitated Michael.

“ WELL ASK ME A FUCKING SUM THEN!!!”

Jesus fucking christ Edith curses to herself while the whole dining hall quiets at the sudden intrusion of loudness. Among the same surprise, She is also intrigued and she smirks knowing something that would give her a little happiness asking Michael.

Before Oliver could clear the embarrassment he's feeling at Michael's sudden outburst, Edith interrupts. “What's 34+35?”

The attention of the boys are turned on to Edith as she smiles as Michael answers but then realizing what sum she asked, face turns to annoyance at the question, clearly knowing she is taking the mick out of him.

“Haha, very funny….” Michael’s voice trails waiting for a name

“Edith Pemberton and you said to ask a sum”

“Well Edith Pemberton i don't think I was talking to you Ms.” I'm wasting my money on an vapid arts degree”

“How fuck do you know what I'm learning.”

“Lucky guess based on how you're dressing and your… interestingly designed… bag.”

The gull this guy has to judge after literally yelling at someone to ask him a sum.

“Well Mr “I think math and science is better than the arts” you're wasting your money on a subject you don't really like so guess who's money is really wasted”

“Well at least I'll be making money post grad How about You? Oh wait Probably not.”

“Wow Michael Gavey you deserve a Nobel prize for solving the meaning of life!! Making money!!” sarcasm spilling from Edith’s mouth, not wanting to let this guy win.

Due to the bickering fight Edith and Michael were having, either of them failed to realized Oliver used it as a way to escape the situation

“God you're such a cunt Edith Pemberton.”

“Takes one to know one bitch.” a smirk reappearing on her face as she picks up her now almost empty plate and bag to leave a now bewildered Michael Gavey.

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[lunarheslwt]

28th appreciation fic recs: January edition

Hi! Welcome to the first fic rec list of 2024! I wanted to put together all the fics I've read and loved over January for this month's 28th appreciation, so here they are! Click on the links for full tags and summaries. If you read any of these make sure to show the authors some love by leaving kudos and comments, and sharing any fic posts!

🌸 Morning comes by @nooradeservedbetter

(5k / E / Sub Top L, Dom bottom H)

The stranger gestures at what they’re wearing, and oh, it’s not a shirt, it’s a white crop top, black lettering star against it. It says I ♡ SUBMISSIVE MEN in bold, capital letters.

Thoughts: we simply need more pwps that explore dynamics like this, this was delicious, and I looove how natural the chemistry between them felt. So good.

🌸 Dreaming of a green Christmas by @hellolovers13

(4k / E / Size queen L, xmas smut)

Harry opens the wrong package by mistake and finds the sex toy Louis ordered for himself. That's not an opportunity Harry can pass up on.

Thoughts: its never too late to indulge in some christmas smut, its got size queen L ffs what are you waiting for!! Its hot, its a snack to be devoured, it's a little gift, in short.

🌸 Sweet baby by @jishlerfics

(5k / E / kink discovery)

“Haz,” he said, “do you like being held down?” Taking a shaky breath, Harry finally looked Louis in the eyes. “I think so.”

Thoughts: this is part one of a series that I'm excited to read. This is perfect and sweet and hot in every way possible, i loved it so much.

🌸 Revelatory experience by @justanothershadeofblue

(3k / E / religion kink)

Harry's not sure if it's the sound of Louis' voice, the thrill of the forbidden, or just that he's really fucking horny, but he's about to find out how well the velvet cushion in this dark little wooden booth hides a stain.

Thoughts: this was so fucking hot. Like, they're in a confession booth. That should be enough of an appetizer for y'all to go read this!

🌸 Jaerie's Kinktober: Sounding by @jaerie

(3k / E / sounding)

Louis has been casually dating Harry for a while, but tonight he plans to stay in for a much needed stress relief night of self love. He unexpectedly shares that particular love with Harry. When they discover this, they go all in.

Thoughts: so hot. We need more sounding fics. Meanwhile, do yourself a favor and indulge in this. Also love the lil bit of imperfect sex at the end.

🌸 With a sea view by @greeneyesfriedrice

(5k / E / boat smut)

Stepping onto the main deck, Harry grabs a maroon towel, squeezing all the water he can out of his hair, though it’s similar to how a dog dries off after a bath. He doesn’t bother drying the rest of his body, that’s what suntanning is for. He places the towel into a small bin and looks around. Time to find Louis.

Thoughts: so goddamn hot. But also very sweet and they're so in love which is a god tier combination. Laur never has a miss.

🌸 Heaven in these sheets by @thepolourryexpress

(3k / E / bunny! hybrid Louis)

“Bunny wants attention, hm?” Harry murmurs, turning his head and brushing his cheek against Louis’. Louis lets out a pleased noise at the feeling, ear flopping over Harry’s head as the man moves. “Please,” Louis pouts lightly, scraping his nails gently over Harry’s chest. “C’mon.” Or, Bunny Hybrid Louis has it out for his boyfriend’s phone.

Thoughts: bunny Louis is so sweet and precious, harry is the ever doting bf, and it just makes for delicious smut that also just made me feel!!!!

🌸 Mr Tomlinson by @canonlarry

(4k / E / CEO omega L)

Louis is a billionaire CEO who makes grown men cry and rival companies crumble. He's also an omega. Harry is the quiet cupcake of a man he calls his alpha and the only one who gets to see Louis as anything less than fearsome

Thoughts: powerful ceo to all, gets taken care of by partner behind doors is such a fav trope of mine and this one is SO good. I loved this one so so much.

🌸 it's always me that ends up getting wet by @loveislarryislove

(2k / E / role play, dubcon fantasy)

As Louis takes a step towards the stairs to look for his husband, his eye lands on the small round table at the foot of the staircase. It's thin and spindly, so they don't usually use it for much besides decoration. But today, there are three objects sitting on top of it. A blue policeman's hat. A small, silver key, that Louis recognizes as belonging to a pair of handcuffs. And a note, written in Harry's distinctive handwriting: I'm waiting for you downstairs ;)

Thoughts: this was so insanely good, I love a good roleplay fic and I ate this up. Every single word in this was addictive.

This is a short list, bc I've been really busy and tired. But I hope I get to read more next month. Anyways If you check these out, give these works some love. Fic writers I love youuuu X

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crawl into bed (just bundle up and cry)

Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood

Ship: 15Andy

Series: Auctober 2024

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Summary: Andy despises being ill with a passion

AN: Title is from Dance With Me by Topline Addicts

Written for Auctober Day 26: Fidgeting

This is probably the one that follows the prompt the least. It's there! But it's not a major focus. Sorry!

TW: Vomiting

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To say Andy's morning didn't start off well was an understatement. A violent coughing fit jarred him awake, the sound ripping from his lungs. He reached across the bed to grab a pillow from what he unofficially thought of as the Doctor's side of the bed. He hugged it tightly to his chest, just to hold onto something while waiting for it to subside. After a few painfully long seconds, it died down.

He lay there, catching his breath. Where was the Doctor? He had some vague blurry memories of the night before, of the Doctor supporting him while he wobbled unsteadily on his feet and of them stroking his hair while he lay with his head on their lap (although now that he thought about it, that all sounded more like a pleasant dream than reality).

A shiver ran through him and he pulled the blankets further round himself. He dragged himself off the bed, the blanket staying wrapped around his shoulders as he stood shakily. Too hot. Too cold. The sudden shift to upright made the heavy ache in his head intensify. It was all he could do not to collapse to the floor.

He walked slowly out of his bedroom, one foot in front of the other so he didn't fall. He was dizzy and uncoordinated but it was fine. It's not like he had to navigate any stairs in his flat.

As soon as he was through his bedroom door, he heard sound coming from the kitchen. He slumped against the wall for support, not fully trusting himself to stay standing. He'd be alright. He was fine.

"Doctor?" he called out, the words scraping along the back of his throat and coming out coarse and rough.

The Doctor was out in the hallway instantly, concern written across their features. They gently took Andy by the arm.

"Andy, are you alright?" they asked, flitting about nervously.

"Yeah, fine." he quickly reassured them he was fine as he twisted away from their grasp, though that statement was rather immediately undercut when his uncoordinated feet overbalanced and his entire tall frame crumpled to the ground. The Doctor immediately dropped to the floor next to him.

"No, you're not fine honey. You're going back to bed."

And before Andy could protest, they had scooped him up into their arms. All he could do was wrap his arms around them out of surprise. He wasn't sure if his face was burning because he was potentially ill or if it was because the Doctor's face was so close to his.

He was unceremoniously deposited on his bed once more, much to his annoyance.

"Doc, what are you doing?"

"Making sure you get some rest."

"But-!" he was interrupted by a harsh series of coughs. The Doctor gave him a stern look.

When he could breathe clearly again, Andy huffed unhappily, hugging the blankets tighter to himself as another tremor wracked his body.

"Okay...maybe I don't feel great..."

"That's what I thought, babes." The Doctor responded gently. The back of their hand rested gently against his forehead. Their hands were always cold but they felt positively freezing now. He leaned into the soothing cold.

"Yeah, you're definitely staying home." there was a hint of a laugh in their voice. "I'm gonna make you something to eat and you're gonna stay right here."

A small childish part of Andy wanted to keep arguing, pout at the Doctor and claim to be perfectly alright, actually. He didn't like sitting in one place, doing nothing and being a useless lump all day. Instead, he reluctantly flopped back onto the pillows and felt a warm glow in his chest when the Doctor smiled.

-

The Doctor deposited a tray with a bowl of soup on Andy's lap as they settled onto the bed by his side. He hesitantly picked up the spoon, glancing over at the Doctor.

"Is something wrong?" they asked, already in problem solving mode once more. He wanted to find the hovering annoying but really it was...surprisingly endearing.

He wasn't used to being cared for this intently when he was ill. Ever since he was a kid, he remembered coughing and crying in his bed as quietly as possible to not disturb anyone, shuffling into the kitchen to satisfy his nauseating hunger only to find everything out of his reach or too complicated to prepare for his muddled brain. Hunger and illness seemed to go hand in hand in his life.

"No. 'M fine." he choked out. He hoped the Doctor put the wobble and crack in his voice down to the illness rather than emotion. He brought the spoonful of soup up to his lips with a shaking hand. It tasted like warmth and care and love.

The Doctor shuffled even closer, wrapping an arm around Andy's shoulders and gently covering Andy's hand with their free one. Andy's confused expression did not prompt an explanation.

Andy went back to eating his soup. The Doctor's hand moved with his, merely steadying it as not to spill anything.

Oh.

He didn't even necessarily need the help, it's not like he was majorly struggling. But the Doctor was going out of their way to do something to make his life just a little easier. And without making him feel utterly humiliated. They could have just as easily snatched the spoon from his hand and spoon fed him like he was an infant. But it was like they knew he'd respond poorly without him having to say so.

He wasn't sure if he liked feeling seen like that.

-

Andy was not having a good time to say the least. Every bone in his body was burning cold, all the muscles in his body involuntarily tensing as he shook. The Doctor held him tight, fingers combing through his hair just like the night before, although this time Andy was shivering feverishly and holding back tears rather than giving them an exhausted groan before immediately flaking out.

He sniffed, tears covering his vision. He was not about to cry in front of the Doctor. He already felt far too exposed and vulnerable just from the fact he felt sick and gross. He had never fared well with being ill but usually he was alone when he hit the point of frustrated tears, too overwhelmed with it all to do anything else.

"I've got you, Andy. You'll be alright." the Doctor whispered in his ear before pressing a gentle kiss to his temple. Maybe it should have been a comforting gesture. It probably was.

A new wave of feelings crashed into him. He couldn't breathe, he was drowning in it. He gripped at the soft fabric of the Doctor's t-shirt, pulling it through his hand, tugging and running it through his fingers. They responded by holding him tighter. Despite his best efforts, the dam broke.

The tears began to fall, his breaths hitched and stuttered uncomfortably as he burrowed himself into the Doctor's embrace. He was exhausted and just wanted to hang onto the comfort as long as it would last (because of course it would be over soon, surely the Doctor had better things to do, somewhere else they'd rather be. Something would come up and they'd flee out the door leaving Andy by himself, just like always).

The Doctor barely acknowledged Andy's tears, just quietly increased their efforts to soothe him. They were talking to him and Andy couldn't really parse a single word, his foggy aching head refusing to, but their voice still filled his mind and helped a little.

He coughed and gasped, trying to catch his breath but failing miserably. His ribs ached, nausea swirled in his stomach and creeped up his chest and throat.

And suddenly he was gagging and heaving, folded over the side of the bed and narrowly managing to vomit into the small bin stashed away nearby rather than on the carpet or his bedsheets. It felt like something inside him was violently shoving and pushing, trying to escape. Each cough and breath was painful.

He spat out the last of his stomach contents and took as deep a breath as he could manage, the acidic taste of bile clogging his throat. He suddenly became aware of the Doctor's hands, holding him steady so he didn't fall off the bed and rubbing gentle circles into his back.

Carefully, like they were handling something priceless and fragile, they pulled him back up to rest against them. A plastic water bottle was held up to his lips and he drank it gratefully, washing away the taste of vomit and shame. A few drops of water spilled on his t-shirt as the bottle was drawn away. Cold.

"Sorry." he rasped unsteadily, tear stained face hiding itself in the Doctor's shoulder once more.

"Don't apologise. I'm gonna help for as long as you need me."

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Giving & Receiving

A Josh X Danny X Reader story.

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, Polyamorous couple, m/m, f/m, explicit sexual material, possessiveness, angst, pregnancy, breeding, asshole Danny, angelbaby Josh.

You'll laugh, you'll cry, and you'll get horny 😉

This can be read individually, but some things mentioned are referencing previous fics. The timeline is in order on my pinned post if you want to catch up.

Word Count: 7K+

You sat in the middle seat of the back of the rental truck conversing with Danny behind the wheel and Josh in the passenger seat. The three of you were on a trek from the airport to their hometown of Frankenmuth Michigan, travel had made you weary in the pre holiday bustle, but you were excited to meet your boys families. You knew the Kiszka's and the Wagner's were accepting of your relationship and that helped to calm your nerves.

Danny made the final turn off the highway and into the eccentric little Bavarian town of Frankenmuth. You stared in awe out the window as you saw snow covered shops adorned with Christmas lights, fully ready for the season as we were just a few days away from Thanksgiving. 

A series of text messages came up on the screen that is connected to Danny's phone interrupting the playlist you had been listening to.

"Oh, it looks like my sister is demanding that I get dinner with her tonight. She says it's urgent that we catch up." Danny said with a chuckle," Is that okay with you guys?" He asked, peering over his shoulder between you and Josh.

"Of course it's okay babe, go hang out with her. Don't worry about us. Just have a fun time." You said reaching out and touching his shoulder. Nodding your head towards Josh," I'm sure his family will keep us plenty entertained."

Danny let out a curt laugh, knowing all too well that you were correct, before tapping the message reply button on the screen," Sounds great! We're just getting into town now. Be at Mom and Dad's in about 30. "

Danny pulled the truck into a gravel driveway a little ways out of town. White string lights were wrapped around the wooden porch, along with a lit garland hung above the red front door. A light blanket of snow covering the rooftop visible in the dwindling light. Josh's childhood home looked like something out of a Hallmark movie. 

Josh turned around to face you in his seat, " Welcome to the Kiszka household." A goofy grin spread on his face.

Quickly he jumped out of the truck and opened the door for you as Danny went to the bed and started unloading your suitcases. The three of you followed the pathway up to the front door, snow crunching under your shoes. Josh found the correct key on his keychain and unlocked the front door, " Mom! We're here!" He called into the foyer. Josh slid his vans off and disappeared down the hallway leaving you not knowing where to go and Danny with the suitcases. 

You heard a woman's voice call out," All of my boys under one roof again!"

You turned to Danny and gave him a timid smile, your nerves amping up. 

You heard the same voice ask," Where's Danny and Y/N?"

You followed Danny further into the house, holding onto the hem of his sweater.

You found them in the kitchen, a woman with grey hair embraced Danny first, squeezing her arms around him and swaying him back and forth despite being almost half his height. After welcoming Daniel she turned to you," And you must be Y/N. I'm Karen, it's so nice to finally meet you. I'm so happy that you make my baby happy." She turns her head towards Danny," I'm happy that you both do."

Danny told her that he was just dropping off his things and that he'll be back later this evening, he gave you and Josh a quick kiss goodbye before making his way back through the house.

Jake and Sam make their way down the steps as Karen puts a hot mug of coffee in front of you and Josh. Jake dramatically flops down on the kitchen chair next to Josh, obviously comfortable in his mother's home. 

"Just so you know, I've already claimed our room so you guys can stay on the pull out couch in the basement." 

Sam chimes in," Yeah, keep you far away from the rest of us so we don't have to hear-"

" Samuel, for the love of God, and your mother's sanity, don't finish that sentence." Karen interrupts while adding cream to her cup of coffee.

" Okay! Okay. But Joshisloud!" Sam rushed out, eager to embarrass his older brother.

"Jesus Christ Sam!" Josh exclaims cheeks reddening.

Karen takes a sip of her coffee," That's definitely something I didn't need to know."

Josh gets up from the kitchen table," On that note, I'm going to take our suitcases downstairs."

You stand to join him, grabbing your bags and following him to the doorway near the steps. He opens the basement door and clicks on the light as you follow him down the carpeted stairs. Thankfully the basement is finished and warm. You look around the room noting the posters of musicians, bands, and Greta Van Fleet. There are a few instruments in stands in one corner and amplifiers in the other. Across from a big thick flat screen TV, clearly the latest technology from the 2000s, sat a large comfortable looking sofa. Josh set the suitcases down near the amps and went over to the couch easily and successfully flipping it out into a pull out bed. He must have done it thousands of times over the years. Your eyes followed him over to a closet you hadn't yet noticed and he pulled out pillows and blankets and a large comforter. He plopped the linens onto the bed and you grabbed the sheets helping him make up the bed. 

"You know sweetie, I'm not the only one who has a set of lungs," Josh said, fluffing the pillow in his hands," you're not so good at being quiet either."

He set the pillow down grabbing the next one to fluff. " You're probably going to need to bite down on something, aren't you baby?"

A blush crept onto your face," Oh? So you think we're having sex in your parents house? What makes you so sure?"

Josh comes around to your side of the bed and wraps his arms around your waist, his hands sliding down to grip your ass," We'll, for one I find you absolutely irresistible." He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his plush lips leaving wet kisses making your heart beat faster and a pulse form in between your legs. 

A choked moan slips out between your lips," And for two?"

He drags his tongue across the sensitive skin right below your ear lobe. 

He rasps in your ear," I can't think of another reason right now baby. Please just let me have you. I haven't had you to myself in so long. Please?"

Nodding your head, your hands find the button on his pants. He lets you fumble for a moment in your haste before he pops the button open for you. Eagerly you slide the zipper down and push the fabric down his hips revealing his already hard cock. He quickly steps out of his clothes and grabs at the spandex fabric of your leggings at your hips, fluidly pulling them from your body. Keeping your tops on to accentuate the haste of your quickie. 

"Gonna have to be quick baby, lay down on the edge of the bed, on your back. I need to taste you." He tells you, guiding you back onto the springy mattress. It creaks under your weight, and your eyes widen knowing that even if the both of you keep quiet, the mattress will surely give you away. 

Josh drops to his knees and pushes your legs wide, spreading you out for him to feast upon. 

You watch his eyes darken as they study your dripping core. 

"All for me lover?" A smirk adorns his mouth. Knowing his words have a double meaning tonight.

"Yeah Joshy, all for you- oh!" You suck in a breath as his warm tongue laps through your folds. You lean back further down onto your elbows and you groan. Josh disconnects from your heat and sits up. His hair is a little wild, and his eyes glassy. He simply raises a single finger in front of his mouth that's glistening from your arousal in the low light as if to shush you. You mutter a soft sorry and he dives back down in between your legs. Taking a grounding deep breath as you lay the rest of the way back onto the mattress and he continues to devour you. The knot in your stomach is quickly getting ready to snap, Josh continues to moan into your heat sending vibrations through your clit. In your haze you notice his arm moving and you realize that he can't help but touch himself as his face is buried in your pussy. You knot your fingers in his curls and yank his head up, and he lets out a pitchy whine," Josh, please, just fuck me already. I need it."

" Okay. Yeah, uh. Here stand up and lean down onto the bed to brace yourself. Hopefully it won't squeak too much." He says as you stand in front of him, he pushes you roughly in between the shoulder blades down towards the mattress. Josh grips his painfully hard cock in his hand and runs the velvety head through your wetness. Simultaneously you both groan at the feeling. After a bit of teasing he finds your entrance and slowly eases in, inch by inch letting you feel all of him. 

A sigh erupts from his chest.

" Pussy's so tight." Josh mutters through gritted teeth.

His hips find a pace just brutal enough to make you squirm, and the knot in your stomach tightens.

"Josh, I'm close." You pant. 

He runs the palm of his hand down your spine," I know baby, I can feel it. Let it go, I've got you. I promise I've got you."

"Josh!" You cry into the pillow at your face.

"Cum Y/N."

Your eyes roll back into your skull as the waves of pleasure crash upon your body. 

" There you go baby, such a good girl. So beautiful. So perfect." He whispers, continuing to fuck you through it. 

As you recover from your orgasm Josh begins to chase his own, his hands find purchase on your hips. His dull nails digging into the sensitive flesh. 

" Your pussys so perfect Y/N. Fuck, let me make it mine baby." He weaves his hand into your hair and pulls you up against his chest. He growls into your ear," Who's pussy is it baby?"

" Yours"

"That's right. Mine. Take it baby, let me fill you up. Fuck, fuck here you go."

You wail loudly and his hand flies to your mouth, successfully shutting you up. You bite down on the fleshy part of his hand in between his thumb and pointer finger, screaming into his palm. 

His hips stutter and you feel his warmth coat your insides. You stand there for a moment enjoying the sensation.

Exhausted you flop onto the mattress in front of you. Your legs turned to jelly. 

Catching his breath he leans down and grabs his underwear out of his pants and runs the soft fabric between your legs cleaning up the mess he made there. 

" I'm going to be honest, I'm not really sure how quiet we were." He chuckles heading over to his suitcase to grab out clothes to change into after a shower. 

"Come on baby, let's gather your things so we can shower and then relax." Josh says kissing your hair. 

You muster enough energy to slowly wander to your suitcase and open it up reaching for your sweats. You also open up your toiletry bag to grab your shampoo and body wash. That's when you notice something. A handful of tampons sit inside next to your travel size deodorant. You should be nearing the end of your period, and you haven't even started it yet. 

"Josh" you whisper.

"Yeah?" He asks rifling through his own toiletry bag hands full of hair products.

"I'm late. My period. It's late." 

Your hands start to shake as your mind runs a mile a minute.

Josh drops the things in his hands back into his suitcase and pulls you into his lap," Hey, hey. It's okay. You're okay. We're okay. There could be many reasons why it's late." His hand runs soothing circles over your back. 

Tears threaten to spill over," But what if I am pregnant. Then what? I've been fucking two different men for months."

He holds you a bit tighter," Then you are. I've got you Y/N. I love you so much, and whatever you decide, if you need to decide anything, I'll be here. I'm not going anywhere okay?"

In a quiet voice you weren't sure he could even hear," but what if it isn't yours."

He takes a deep breath that sways you in his lap," Then it's my lovers. I think either outcome is a beautiful thing. I could biologically be a father, or I could be a father figure to the baby made by a person I have loved for most of my life. If you're even pregnant of course. Either way sweetie, you're stuck with me."

The tears that were threatening to spill finally run down your cheeks. A bit of relief floods your chest," Joshua, I love you so much."

He presses his lips to yours in a needy emotion filled kiss. He leans his forehead against yours," Let's go upstairs and get cleaned up."

You both quietly gather your things and make your way upstairs up both flights of stairs to the Kiszka kids childhood bathroom. You set your things on the countertop as Josh turns the shower on. He abruptly squats down and rummages through the cabinet underneath the sink, way in the back.

He leans back out with a rectangular pink box in his hand, he inspects the package for the expiration date and finds it still good.

"Here. I thought I might find one in here." He hands you the target brand pregnancy test. You look at him with confusion on your face. "Lilly had a scare sometime last year when we were visiting. She asked me to take her to Target so she could get a test and not alarm Jake, and I remembered she bought a ton of them to be sure."

You read the print on the package, the words early detection jumping out at you. 

" I should just take it shouldn't I."

Josh offers you a soft smile in response, letting you make the decision. 

You sigh and start opening the package, careful not to rip the instructions on the box.

"Do you want me to stay in here with you?" He asks from his spot on the floor. You nod, reading the instructions and uncapping the test, mentally preparing yourself to pee on a stick. 

After doing the deed so to speak you set the test down on the countertop and finish stripping your clothes getting ready to get into the shower knowing that the last thing you can do is sit and just wait for the results. Wordlessly Josh follows you into the hot stream of water. He grabs your body wash and squeezes some into his hand, lathering your body. He runs his hands down your arms and across your chest cupping your breasts, before sliding his soapy hands down your stomach. With his front pressed against your back, his hands caress your stomach.

Softly he murmurs," You know you'd look stunning pregnant. A goddess really. I'd worship you."

You bring your hand to intertwine your fingers with his, still pressed against your stomach.

He finishes washing your bodies and he turns the water off before wrapping you in a towel. 

"Are you ready to find out?" He walks over to where you put the test on the counter.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

You lean into his side as he flips the test over so you both can see the results at the same time.

Pregnant.

You realize that this is a happy thing. You are in the most healthy relationship you've ever been in with two amazing men who love so fiercely. 

" I can't wait to tell Danny."

Visions of Danny circling you in his arms and kissing both you and Josh, with joy radiating off of him fill your head. 

Josh wraps you up in his arms kissing you with so much passion and love it steals your breath away.

"Fuck, I'm so happy Y/N. So happy."

"A baby." You breathe.

"A baby."

You can't help the smile on your face as you grab your sweats and put them on, Josh eyeing you carefully as he gets dressed himself. He lowers himself to his knees in front of you for the second time tonight. This time for a very different reason, he pushes up the oversized sweatshirt you have on to expose your stomach before laying light kisses on your skin. He murmurs, I'm your Daddy in between kisses and you feel your heart swell. You slide your fingers against his scalp scratching softly as he continues talking to your stomach. 

After a moment your empty stomach growls interrupting him, he turns his attention to your face," Let's get you two something to eat, huh?" He asks, rising to his feet again before turning towards the door.

"Babe? Can we tell Danny first before the rest of your family? He deserves to know next. "

" My thoughts exactly."

You pack your stuff, including the test and the packaging, back into your toiletry bag and take it with you back downstairs. Once you descend the stairs and wind your way into the living room you spot Jake snuggled on the couch watching a movie by himself. He lifts his arm up, out from under the blanket and wiggles around the weed cart he has in his hand," Welcome to the party."

Josh grabs it from his hand and sits down next to him taking a long pull from the vape. He pulls you down onto his lap, his hands circling your waist and resting on your lower stomach as you get comfortable nestling in halfway on his legs and halfway on the couch in between the two men. He slowly exhales the pale grey smoke waving it away from your face to no avail. 

"Sorry! Sorry!" He apologized in between coughs. 

"Blow it upwards you dick! Smokin her out" Jake laughs, plucking the pen from his brother's hand before taking another hit, " Do you want?" He asks extending it to you. 

"Oh no, I'm okay right now. Thank you."

"Okay, just grab it if you want it." Jake says, making Josh snort and laugh.

"You fucker, I didn't mean it like that!" Jake giggling in between his words. 

You roll your eyes getting up off of Josh's lap," I'm going to go raid your kitchen."

"Ah! Mom plated up leftovers for you guys, she said it's on the middle shelf in the fridge." Jake tells you as you wander into the kitchen. 

After taking the first plate of food out of the microwave you begin to heat up the second one, when you hear bare feet pad into the kitchen. You turn your head to find Jake wrapped in his blanket from the couch heading towards the pantry.

"I'm fuckin starving," he says in an awful British accent reaching for the tub of cheese balls.

You laugh as he struggles to pour them into a bowl without spilling them on the counter," How high are you?"

He looks up a you with a grin and droopy eyes," I'm pretty fuckin high babe"

You then hear the front door open and the shuffling of a coat and shoes being discarded. Danny comes traipsing into the kitchen " Hi baby! Hi Jakey!" He says with a slur coming over to envelope both of you into a hug and you can smell the alcohol on his breath. You can't help the feeling of disappointment as you realize that he isn't sober enough to hear the news you can't wait to tell him. 

"Did you have a good time with your sister?" You ask him muffled by the fabric of his sweater. 

He releases both of you from his hug," We had such a great time! I told her all about you and Josh of course, but she knows him already. She needed to see me because she wanted to tell me first, she got engaged last night!" Danny has a proud smile on his face, happy for his sister.

"Oh that's amazing! I'm excited to meet her." You tell him genuinely.

Danny occupies himself with getting a glass of water. You make your way back to Josh on the couch, you softly say," He's too drunk to tell him tonight." 

"It's okay love, we can tell him tomorrow."

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You stir awake, back aching from the shitty mattress, you go to sit up but you realize you are pinned there by Josh. His arm is draped over your body with his hand splayed over your stomach, his subconscious protecting you and the little clump of cells from the outside world. Slowly you pry his arm off of your body causing him to rise from his slumber. You take the opportunity to sit up in bed as he groggily utters a " Good morning baby." 

Danny wakes too, greeting you with," Good morning loves." As he leans down to kiss your lips before reaching over your lap to brush his lips with Josh's. 

" Did you have a nice time last night?" Danny asks alert and ready to go without a drop of caffeine in his system. 

You grasp his large hand in your own before opening your mouth ready to start telling him the news, when you hear the basement door open.

"Knock knock! Are you guys decent?" Karen asks slowly descending down the steps.

The three of you reply yes in unison. 

She peeks her head around the banister and tells you that we need to get ready because breakfast is almost done. Once she goes back upstairs you all put on comfy clothes ready to eat some homemade cooking. Danny reaches his hand out to open the door when you speak up," Danny, I have a surprise for you after we're done with breakfast. Maybe we can all head out to the porch?"

He throws a crooked smile your way," Ooh a surprise? Sure babe. Can't wait."

The three of you work your way into the kitchen and you're incredibly impressed with the spread of food on the table that Josh's mom has prepared. There's pancakes and eggs, sausage links and fresh cut fruit. It looks like something out of a movie. 

" Karen, I can't believe you made all of this for us. Especially since you're cooking Thanksgiving dinner tonight too. Thank you so much." You tell her genuinely, taking a seat down at the kitchen table. 

"Oh it was no problem, I made Jake help so I didn't do all of it myself." She said with a wink.

" Well, seriously, thank you."

Nerves invaded your stomach as you picked at the food on your plate. You were thrumming with excitement as you continued to picture the little family you had unexpectedly made. How there would be so much love in your house, how happy Josh's parents would be, and you were sure Danny's would be ecstatic as well to have a grandchild. 

Once you saw that they had stopped munching you decided to gather the plates and put them in the sink as Josh's father Kelly told you that guests don't wash dishes. 

You placed your hands on Danny's shoulders and leaned your face down next to his ear," Are you ready for the surprise?"

"Yeah! Let's go." Danny led the way to the porch grabbing your jackets on the way out. 

Zipping up his coat he asks," Josh, do you know what it is?"

" I do." He said pulling the sleeves down over his fingertips. 

You motioned for him to sit on the wicker chair, Danny clasped his hands in front of his body and smiled up at you eagerly. 

You let out a shaky breath, wringing your fingers together trying to settle your shaking hands,"Okay, Danny. Baby. While you were out last night with your sister I uh." Your voice faltered and you looked down at your hands," I discovered that I'm pregnant." 

You looked up from your palms and at Daniel's face. You were met with furrowed brows instead of the warmth and joy you were expecting.

"What?" He rises from the chair," What do you mean you're pregnant? Is this a joke?"

' I - It's not a joke Danny. I have the positive test in my suitcase if you need to see it."

" How did you let this happen? This is your fault. What the fuck!" Danny spits. 

"I-" the trembling in your hands increases tenfold.

Josh quickly comes to stand between you and Daniel," Excuse me?! Her fault? Are you fucking kidding me? You can't be serious Daniel. We haven't been careful and you know it."

" Of course it's her fault, she's the one taking the birth control pills. She probably missed one or something!" 

Josh clenches his jaw hard," No, no. You're not getting out of taking responsibility for this. You accepted the risks and consequences as soon as you stuck your dick in her! Jesus Christ,I can't believe we're having this discussion. We thought you would be as happy as I was Daniel!"  Josh's voice is rising in volume.

Danny tangles his fingers in his hair, pushing back from his face, he lets out a breath of air from his lungs," I can't do this right now, I've gotta go." And he quickly descends down the porch steps.

Josh calls after him, following him into the yard," Danny! Danny just wait. Daniel, hold on!"

You hear the front door open and Jake asks," What's happening? I heard Josh yelling."

You turn to look at him with tears threatening to spill over at any second.

Jake quickly pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms tightly around you," Babe, what happened? Talk to me."

You hear the rental truck start and peel out of the driveway, the sound telling you that Danny is in fact leaving.

The tears start flowing as you hiccup your words into Jake's chest," I - I found out that I- I'm pregnant. Josh is so happy, and- and Danny, well he reacted like that."

"Oh honey." He gently rubs your back.

Jake's genuine niceness and care for his twins partner makes you cry harder.

You hear Josh's footsteps creak up the wooden porch steps," I really thought he would have been happy." You can hear the hurt in his voice.

You try to calm down the best you can and you look Jake in the eyes, hoping he has an answer, " How do I know he's going to come back?"

" You don't, but we can hope he does."

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You spend the rest of the afternoon sandwiched on the couch in between the twins watching holiday movies. Karen wouldn't let you help her prepare the meal, so you laid around with them. Both boys kept your mug full of hot tea, Josh was careful to only give you the ones that were caffeine free as he read online that too much caffeine isn't good while pregnant. 

You snaked your hand into Josh's and squeezed it," I love you."

"I love you too, you know I am still really excited right?"

"I do."

Jake places his hand on your knee and gives a gentle squeeze in reassurance. 

Josh's mom comes over to the couch, her apron covered in various ingredients from slaving away over the meal she was making for her family.

" Honey, when's Daniel coming back? Dinner will be ready in an hour, we decided to do Thanksgiving dinner today so he could come here and you guys could go to Lori's tomorrow for their dinner. Us moms had it all planned out."

You clench your jaw at the mention of his name, not ready to spill your tears and your drama over the holiday cheer.

"Um I'm not-" the doorbell rings interrupting Josh's reply.

"Hold on baby." She extends her pointer finger out signaling him to wait while she checks the front door.

You hear the door open up and his mom greets whoever was there, and then you hear his voice," Sorry I was gone so long, I couldn't find this anywhere!"

Danny was back.

"Oh a pumpkin pie, perfect! Thank you sweetie." 

Danny wanders over to where you are sitting on the couch," Hey. Um. Can we go talk downstairs?" His eyes pleading with you both.

Wordlessly you get up from the couch, knocking into his shoulder with yours as you make your way down to the basement. As soon as his feet hit the landing apologies are spewing from his mouth.

" I'm so, so, fucking sorry. I totally freaked out. I'm embarrassed with how I reacted, I'm sorry I blamed you. You're not to blame Y/N, it's as much mine and Josh's doing as yours. I understand it wasn't on purpose." He turns to Josh, " I'm sorry I reacted so poorly. I'm sorry I wasn't as excited as you were. I'm sorry that I let you down and hurt your feelings as much as hers."

Tears start streaming down both Josh and your cheeks, " We were so excited Daniel. We were fully prepared to love this unconventional family, and be surrounded by love. And the way you acted comparatively makes me wish I knew it was Josh's baby."

Danny's face screws up in hurt," I can't believe you just said that to me Y/N. That fuckin hurts." He points to the center of his chest. 

"How do you think she felt when you told her you can't do this,and you got in the car and left. I ran after you, begging you to not go, and you did. Jake was basically supporting her whole weight as she cried into his chest while you ran away." Josh says pointedly. 

"I can't take it back. And I feel like shit about it. I feel like scum. But I did think about it, and I came back to you."

You sniffled,"Okay?!"

" I talked about it with my sister, and she pretty much yelled at me the way you guys are. And I deserve it. She made me really sit and think about it, about the future, about our end game, because I love the both of you so much. I think eventually our future would have babies in it, and maybe a dog or something. The three of us and the manifestations of our love. I just didn't realize that maybe the next chapter of our story happens so soon. But I want it. I want you, Y/N …Josh, and the little baby we made." Daniel explains. 

You nodded at him and agreed, the love you have for him is strong,but you can't help feeling the sting from this morning. He tarnished the memory, which should have been happy, something to revisit in your mind. But now it won't be. 

"Are we okay?" Danny asks.

" Yeah, we're okay, right Josh?"

"Yeah"

Danny scoops the both of you in his arms, and covers you with needy kisses. 

" I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have this." He croaks, tears finally falling. 

You give him a soft smile." I think that we should head upstairs, dinner should be just about ready."

You walk back into the kitchen to be met with an even more extravagant spread of food than what was presented earlier. Turkey and every side dish imaginable was laid out on the countertops.

You looked at Josh, mouth agape," Is it like this every year?"

He grins, tooth gap on full display," It is! I'm pretty sure cooking is her love language."

" This is incredible," you call to his mom and thank her yet again.

"Y/N honey, you really don't have to thank me every time! I love to do it. Okay, everyone grab a plate!"

Everyone started heaping food onto their plates, and Jake caught up to you at the roast potatoes. He softly asked," Everything okay?"

"Yeah I think it will be." You replied, scooping a helping onto his plate and yours.

You sat in between your loves at the family table, eating and conversing, having a wonderful time at the Kiszka house. As the evening went on you couldn't help but battle the internal feeling of wanting to build an invisible wall between you and Danny. Your instincts tell you to lean into Josh and his unwavering love, but you know that wouldn't be fair. Danny deserves a chance. 

After dinner and the pie that Daniel brought, everyone retired to the living room, and you were treated to Christmas carols Greta Van Fleet style. You loved seeing them play in such an intimate setting, lounging around in comfy clothes scattered on the floor and surrounding couches. All of them taking turns singing and switching instruments, you really started to feel the holiday magic. You realized your life was being weaved tightly into theirs. You once again let your imagination run wild and you thought about what next Thanksgiving could look like. Josh's parents cooing over their grandson, Uncle Jake and Uncle Sam holding their niece, showing her the Christmas tree lights that were already up. Your heart felt so full. You thought about your son having Danny's sharp jawline, or your daughter having an identical gap in her front teeth, just like Josh. You knew for sure your baby would have either man's deep brown eyes.

After a bit you found your eyes getting heavy.

" Getting sleepy babe?" Danny asked, running his hand down the length of your blanket covered leg.

"Actually I am. Had a long day."

 Him knowing about the emotional rollercoaster you've had," Let's head to bed then huh. Are you coming with us Joshy?"

Josh put the guitar he was messing with back in the case," Yeah I'm pretty beat. Night all."

A chorus of good nites came from the remaining of the Kiszka clan. 

The three of you descended the basement stairs to go to bed for the final time this trip.

You snuggled up under the comforter in the uncomfortable mattress with your arms out making grabby hands at your lovers. Josh slid into bed on your right and Danny on your left. Josh kissed your cheek and almost instinctively slid his hand down to your lower stomach resting it over your womb.

"Can I?" Danny asked, motioning to your stomach.

You smiled and nodded as Josh intertwined their fingers and rested them on your tummy once again. Danny tested his chin against your shoulder and murmured," I'm really so sorry. I want to be a good Dad."

You felt your heart squeeze in your chest at his confession. 

"You will be Danny " Josh said with his head propped up in his hand.

" We have a lot to live up to. Our dads are the best. I mean we wouldn't have gone anywhere without their support. We'd still be playing in shitty bars." 

Josh lets out a chuckle and unlaces his fingers from Danny's, and he runs his fingertips across your skin. Goosebumps form under his touch, he traces his fingers up and underneath your breasts that are hidden underneath your oversized t-shirt. 

" Feels nice."

" I know…. I can't wait to see your breasts heavy and your stomach swollen."

You inhaled shakily.

Danny speaks up, his voice low," He's right babydoll. You're going to look so fuckin sexy." He leans over and traps you under his upper body, his face hovering right above yours," Everyone's going to know that you belong to us."

Josh growls in your ear," Little girl always begging us to fill her up. Cum inside that pretty pussy. So much so that we knocked her up. Such a slut for it."

You let out a pathetic whine, you felt like you were prey under a predator's gaze. 

"Keep talking." You breathed. You could feel your body becoming more and more turned on. Your nipples were hardening and the slick between your legs was becoming noticeable.

Danny pulled your shirt off and flicked your nipple with his tongue," I can't wait to see your tits big and round and leaking milk."

Josh slid his hand between your legs, cupping your heat. Shamelessly you grinded up into his hand searching for friction.

" You know sweetie, I never realized how breedable you are."

Your eyes roll back in your head and your hips buck into his hand. They were scratching an itch in your brain that you didn't even realize needed to be scratched. 

Danny leaned down and nipped at your neck, surely leaving little marks,"Ooh, she liked that Josh."

Josh chuckles darkly," Yeah? I'm sure you did. Babydoll likes knowing that I'd pump her full and knock her up again and again because she looks like a fertility goddess."

"I need it."

"What do you need, pretty girl. Need our cocks?" Danny said, grinding his hard length against your stomach.

"Please"

You were a whiny mess and they hadn't even properly touched you yet.

"I think I should spoil your pretty pussy first. Lick up your sweetness."

Danny made his way down your body leaving burning hot kisses on your skin. Once he situated himself above your core he wrapped his lips around your clit, holding her safely in his mouth. He lapped up your juice like he was dying of thirst. His tongue licking and swirling and making a mess of you.

" Fuck honey, your dripping off of my chin." 

A single drop of arousal dripped from the tip of his chin back down to your folds.

Danny dove back in groaning as he made contact with your sopping wetness. Josh grabbed onto Danny's locks and yanked his head up and began licking his mouth and chin, eager to taste you on his lips. Danny rose to his knees and turned his body towards Josh's, needing to make contact with his lover's body. They pressed their chests together as their hands wandered, lips locked together.

"I love you, God let's demolish her." Danny panted in between needy kisses as he grinded his length against Josh's.

"I know you want to, but remember she's a little fragile now. Gotta be nice to her." Josh pushed his hips against Danny's sliding his aching cock against Danny's while anchoring himself to him by his palm on his cheek.

"I'll be nice to her, I promise. Be a good boy." He whispered while nuzzling into Josh's palm.

"Go spoil her baby." 

Danny came to rest in between your legs and Josh sat near your head. He leaned down to kiss your forehead as he grabbed his leaking cock in his hand loosely pumping it.

Danny grabbed his own cock and ran the head through your folds gathering your wetness. You spread your legs wider for him to entice him to nudge into your entrance. You were desperate to feel full of him. You whined and pouted as he circled his tip around your entrance, teasing you.

"What? Do you want it?" Danny pressed himself against you, dipping just the tip inside.

" Does my babydoll want Daddy's cock to stretch her out and fill her up?" He pushed in a little bit further before pulling out yet again.

"For fucks sake Danny just fuck me!"

"Sssshhshhshhh, can't be too loud." Josh reprimanded you. His hand working himself with a bit more purpose. Danny took the opportunity to slide himself deep within you, making you groan. Loudly.

"Looks like I've gotta shut you up." Josh rose to his knees and tapped the sticky head of his cock on your lips signaling you to open your mouth for him. He immediately started fucking your mouth unable to hold himself back anymore. You started moaning when Danny angled himself in such a way that had him grinding against your clit with every thrust. He was pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. 

"Fuck your close, I can feel it. Your pussy keeps clenching around me." Danny mutters through clenched teeth.

You wailed around Josh's cock as you soaked Danny's. Pleasure coming in waves over you.

"Fuck, I'm cumming. I'm gonna fuck it in deep." Danny said into the crook of your neck and he gave you a few last powerful thrusts before feeling his hot cum spurt inside you.

Josh pulled himself from your mouth," Do you think you can take me too sweetie? Not too tired right?"

" No, not too tired, I need all of your love."

"Come ride me then, I want to watch your tits bounce."

You climbed into Josh's lap, gravity making Danny's cum drip from your entrance while you got into position to sit on Josh's cock. Slowly you lowered yourself down until you were fully seated and he was twitching against your cervix. Josh cups his hands around your breasts, thumbing your nipples. You clench around him at the sensation making him curse. 

"I'm not gonna last long." He whimpers, leaning his head back exposing his neck. Gently you start bouncing in his lap, grinding his cock deep inside you against the spots that make you see stars. After a little you feel a stronger full body orgasm take hold of you, your body shaking and writhing in Josh's lap. Your brain buzzes as your body tingles. Josh grasps onto your hips hard and starts thrusting up wildly into your oversensitive cunt. He whines as you feel his hot load flood into your already full cunt. His cum oozing out of where you two are connected with nowhere else for it to go.

Gingerly you get off of him and lay down next to him. You watch Danny give Josh a quick peck on the lips before he licks the cum off of Josh's spent cock. Josh's jaw hangs slack as he watches, if he could get hard he would.

"Fuck, that's hot."

"We all taste so good together." He quickly slides Josh's half hard member into his mouth slurping it clean.

" Let me clean you up too." Danny says crawling in between your legs.

"Wait! Leave her full and messy."

Danny nods and lays down in between you and Josh. Groggily you play with his curls, you feel whole. You were excited for the journey ahead, you knew you were in the most capable hands. Both men are so full of love, they just need to shower you in it. The baby in your belly is going to be born into the most beautiful amazing life full of music and art and most of all love. You run your fingers across both of their chests capturing their attention.

"I love you, doesn't even begin to express how I feel for you, the both of you. I'm so fucking lucky."

Fin.

Tagging my friend because you're gonna want to read it ❤️ @lipstickitty

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Low Blows

Summary: After what happened between you and Carol, Wanda makes a plan to help you cheer up. Though she denies

Warnings: Smut, vaginal fingering, shitty relationships, sorry to the vision enjoyers

A/N: I'm very sorry to those who were interested in this series only to watch it flop and die in the span of a month! I do plan to release the next chapter either towards the end of March or early next month! Hopefully I won't be dog tired and then forget again

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Wanda had always been bad at hiding things from people. Her parents had raised her to be as honest as she possibly could be. That meant if she did have to lie Pietro was always the one covering for her, but now Pietro was back home in New York City playing PaRappa The Rapper and trying to beatbox for his YouTube subscribers. Never would Wanda have thought that the absence of her brother would lead to her getting into almost cartoonish levels of trouble.

A heavy sigh fell from her lips as she sat down in the confession chair. The last time she was here they asked her how she felt about Carol after the situation with the shack of secrets. Now they were expecting her to explain her recent purchases and the huge box of beach toys. 

"I just want to get Y/N out of the house for a few hours…" The confidence in her plan dwindled as the crew raised their eyebrows in suspicion. "Okay fine, an hour…at least a few minutes! I just don't want them to sit there and rot away in their sadness. That's just not them." Wanda pulled out a bag of sand molds and grinned. "I found this set of molds at the store yesterday. They were overpriced, but they had this cute little zebra one so I couldn't pass it up!" 

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The house had been pretty tense after what happened between you and Carol. Everyone avoided Carol like the plague and almost all attempts to get you out of the bed and back into the real world failed. Not even Monica and Mr. Strips could get out into the light. 

Wanda had originally discouraged any attempts to force you to talk about what happened in the Shack of Secrets. You needed space and the others had to learn to respect that. So Wanda decided to take up your chores and cook for everyone while you come to terms with everything. It wasn't easy, but your comfort was more important to her 

But when days turned into nearly a week, Wanda had no choice but to intervene. With a little help from Monica, she hatched a plan. First, she needed to make breakfast. blueberry jelly and marshmallow fluff toast with bananas for a face, a bowl of fruit, sausage, eggs, and pancakes. She made a little extra with the hope that you'd share, or at least make up for the lack of a full meal. 

Wanda knocked on your bedroom door. "Hey, buttercup. I know you're not feeling all that well but I made you breakfast." She leaned against the door. "We don't have to talk about…that, but I just wanna check in on you." A frustrated groan could be heard from the other side of the door. For a moment, she considered giving up and going back downstairs. "Okay. How about if I can guess what you're wearing, you have to let me in and eat breakfast." 

You frowned. That was such an odd bet to make, but it softened your heart a bit to see that she was trying. "Okay, but you're probably gonna get it wrong." You snuggled into the bed. Another sad nap waiting for you at the end of the conversation.

"Is it my off-white and purple NYU hoodie and the black Van Cortlandt shorts you swore were tacky and overpriced?" 

You let out a defeated groan and got up to open the door. "You're such a cheater," You grumbled before grabbing one of the plates one had balanced in her arm. "How'd you even get this up here without spilling?" With your free hand, you moved the comforter over so you could eat without getting crumbs and jelly on it.  

Since you were too busy crying and wallowing in regret, your room had become a mess. Dirty clothes and clean laundry just sat in piles with nothing to tell them apart, your incense holder had gone uncleaned and unused, and your bedside trash can was nearly overflowing with snack wrappers and tissues. 

"And you're a clothes thief," Wanda said affectionately before kissing your cheek. She sat the remaining plates down on the bed and then snuggled up beside you. "I just took a bunch of extra slow steps, I spent like three minutes getting upstairs. " She excitedly grabbed the toast off the plate and presented it to you. "Look, I made Mr. Strips! He's so cute. " 

You leaned forward and let Wanda feed you. It wasn't until you finished chewing the piece that you realized what had happened. Wanda didn't give you a chance to apologize. She forced you to take another bite before you could say anything. "Oh, is this blueberry jam? I love that stuff!" 

Wanda affectionately wiped the corners of your mouth before kissing your cheek. "I was gonna take all the credit for it, but Monica did help me figure out some of the stuff you liked." Wanda continued to feed you. She found more pride in it than she expected. The last few times Wanda had seen you, you just looked miserable. She hated it. Now, you were relaxed and happy again. Wanda would do anything to protect that happiness.  

Once you finished eating, Wanda stacked the plates on your nightstand. "Hey, I found a really nice spot on the beach the other day and I was wondering if you'd like to go." Her smile faded as your face began to shift into one of uncertainty. One of her hands reached out to hold one of yours. It felt right. Your skin was soft like it was made for her to spend hours kissing. Wanda probably would if you let her. "I just want you to get out…an hour?" 

"Fifteen minutes." 

"Forty-five minutes from the second we get there."

"I'll do thirty minutes from the second we leave the house." 

"Fifty-five and I get to make dinner just for us."

You let out a defeated sigh. Arguing with Wanda was impossible. "Fine, an hour but you're not cooking dinner…That's still my job."

Wanda let out an uncertain hum before kissing your cheek. "We'll see how our date goes. Now shower up and put on that swimsuit, make sure it's the cute little Cabana set with the flowers on it. You look cute in it." She gave you a playful spank on the butt before collecting the plates and silverware. 

A blush spread across your face. Being the center of Wanda's attention felt so good. She always knew just how to make you. "Wait, what do you mean 'We'll see'? Come here!" You turned around to face Wanda, but she had already left your room and made her way downstairs. Even though you were apprehensive about facing everyone again, the idea of Wanda worrying about you made your heart melt. You wondered what she had planned for you. 

While you were waiting, someone knocked at your door. 

It was Carol. Her mere presence made you uncomfortable. She stood tall and commanding. A couple of months ago, you would've found it attractive. Now it just made you dread whatever she was about to say. Carol raised her eyebrows expectantly and sighed when you did little to acknowledge her. Then she sighed. She made you feel ashamed without even saying a word. "Look-"

"Are you ready to go, baby?" Wanda asked just before Carol could finish speaking. She extended her hand out for you to hold. Wanda could feel the daggers Carol was staring into her soul, but they meant nothing. All Wanda cared about was you and your happiness. A smile brighter than a thousand suns spread across her face as you slowly stepped forward and grabbed her hand. "You look so handsome in your little sweet swimsuit," Wanda cooed as she guided you down the stairs. 

You giggled. "You told me to wear it." Neither her proud smirk nor possessive grip was lost on you. Jealousy and possessiveness usually weren't things you enjoyed. But you were more than willing to make an exception for Wanda. 

"Well, you're adorably obedient for wearing it," Wanda whispered before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "Now come on, I spent all this money on beach toys and we have to use them at least once." The walk to the beach was quick. Wanda wasn't going to risk anyone else intervening in your adventure. She whisked you out the door and down the shore without any interruptions. 

After a couple of minutes, Wanda brought you to a cave with nothing but a blanket and another basket. 

"Is this some crime of passion set up? If so, this isn't the best place to do it!"

Wanda simply rolled her eyes and pushed you towards the blanket. "Monica was right. You do read too many murder mysteries. Go play!" She sat down next to you and began pulling out the little molds, shovels, and buckets she bought earlier. "I got one of Mr.Strips!" She placed the tiny sand mold into your hands and smiled. "I wrote your name on it so no one can steal it." 

You smiled and gave the mold a small kiss. "Well, I'll make sure to take good care of it." 

The rest of the date was spent in comfortable silence. Wanda would walk back and forth between the cave and the shore with buckets full of water so you could build your castle without worry. When the buckets weren't sandy and in need of a refill. Eventually, your sandcastle had gotten too complicated for Wanda to help so she decided to sit back and watch you build instead. And when you finished your castle, you snuggled up next to her.

"I'm proud of you. It's not always easy doing what's best for yourself," She whispered. 

"Are you proud of me for prioritizing myself or are you just happy you're the better option?" You giggled. 

"I don't think those things contradict each other." 

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"I don't even really like Zebras all that much," You confessed the very second the cameras started rolling. "I only keep Mr. Strips because Monica bought him for me as an apology for our kindergarten divorce." You jiggled the bracelet on your wrist and showed it to the crew. "This is like the ninth piece of zebra-related jewelry she's given me and I don't have the guts to tell her…Anyway, what were you guys gonna ask me?"

"So, how was the date?"

"It was nice, but I don't think it was a date. I mean I would've loved for it to be one, but I don't wanna put any labels on anything!" For the sake of the footage, you opted not to say anything about the knowing looks the crew shared. "Okay fine! I like Wanda a lot but I'm too shy to make any moves…I don't wanna scare her off." You slouched in your arms like a petulant child. "I just don't wanna rush anything..leave me alone."

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If you learned anything from being on a reality TV show in the past few weeks, it's that time moves fast. One day, Maria and Natasha were getting close again then the next they didn't even want to be in the same room as each other. Time moved even faster when you weren't directly involved with whatever drama plagued the house for the day. You were known to break up fights or stand up for some of the more soft-spoken cast members, but most of the issues in the house seemed to be above you. There were even times when you slept through the introductions of new people. 

"Why do you care so much? You're more in love with them than you ever were with me!" 

This is to say you had no idea what Vision and Wanda were arguing about. They had been called down to that dreaded shack, that much you could figure out.

"I care because I wasted two years of my life with you! I don't love you know but I'm allowed to be upset that I wasted time with some half-assed loser that got with me over a dare!" 

Oh. Okay, things were much worse than you thought. 

"Okay," You shouted to silence both of them. "Why don't you two go to your rooms for a bit before talking about this? That stupid shack is designed to piss you off and start drama, just take a break!" 

Wanda took a deep breath. Her expectations for her ex were already in the dirt. Why was she shocked Vision had disappointed her yet again? "You're right. I'm not letting myself get worked up over this anymore. I'm going to my room." Before you could praise her maturity, she grabbed your hand and led you up the stairs. 

Had you been thinking with your brain, you would've voiced your concerns about leaving Vision alone when he was just as upset as Wanda. But since you were thinking with your heart, you didn't bother looking back to check if he was okay. Your heart only cared about Wanda. It soared when you were tossed into the bed and Wanda possessively snuggled into you. "Baby, what…what happened?" 

She huffed out and buried her face into your neck "Don't worry about it, alright? Let's just forget about him for a sec." Wanda littered kisses along the side of your neck. They continued upwards until she reached your jaw, then she started leaving heavier marks. "Where's my needy little baby, hm? It's been so long since I've touched you, I bet you're just aching for me to touch you." When she finally graces your lips with a kiss, it was greedy. Her tongue slipped into your mouth and stole your breath without a second thought. Wanda didn't let up until the both of you were in desperate need of air. 

And despite the buzzing underneath your skin and throbbing between your legs, you were still worried about Wanda. You put your hand on Wanda's chest to stop her from distracting you again. "I- You…you gotta talk stuff out first," You stuttered out. You rubbed your thighs together to ease the heat, but Wanda was quick to spread them apart. 

Your desperate whining was music to Wanda's ears. "You heard it already. Now, why don't you lay back and let me fuck you?" Her frustration was starting to slip through the cracks. She squeezed your thighs, but they didn't move an inch before getting your permission. "I bet you're so wet and just waiting for me to stretch your little hole out." 

You were trying so hard to focus. But that's hard to do with Wanda staring down at you like you were fresh meat. "Would it make you feel better?" You asked with a meek voice. Your body was on fire and Wanda was making it worse. 

"Only if you tell me how much you want it first," She whispered as her fingers lightly rubbed your cunt through the cloth of your shorts. "Don't be shy, baby, no one can hear it but me." She laughed at your shyness. You were too cute not to tease.

You laughed back nervously. "You're joking, right?" Wanda only raised her eyebrows. You'd never been in this position before. Forced to beg and follow someone else's orders. "Please don't be mean," You whispered. For that, Wanda only began rubbing your cunt. It wasn't even close to enough with your clothes in the way, especially considering your clit remained neglected.

"Oh, I know you can do better than that." Her thumb pressed down harder, but only for a second. Wanda could almost feel your slick seeping through your underwear. "It's no fun denying yourself. Just tell me what you want and I'll give it to you." Her free hand slid up your thigh and began unbuttoning your shirt. "You're just so desperate for me, but I can't help my baby if they don't talk to me." 

You could only whine as Wanda's fingers continued to tease every part of your body. "Touch me please," You whispered.

"But I'm already touching you, baby." 

It was embarrassing. How could Wanda be so cruel to you? After all, you've given her.  You've been nothing but kind to her and yet she repaid you by shattering your pride. "Fuck me, please. I need you so bad!" The worst part was that you enjoyed her cruelty. By the time Wanda had stripped you of all your clothes, your slick had leaked onto the bed. "Please, please, I need you so bad."

"Awe, baby you're a mess." One of her fingers began rubbing tight circles around your clit. Your desperate whimpers and moans were like music to her ears. "That's what I like to hear. You sound so cute." Wanda began sucking on your nipple just as one of her fingers slid inside of cunt. "Oh, and you're just so tight. I bet you've never been fucked right, huh?" 

You shook your head without a second thought. Pleasure had taken over your senses. "More!" and "Please!"  were the only words you could say. Each thrust of Wanda's fingers pushed you further and further into a sea of bliss.

"God if I knew I was gonna fuck you, I would've brought my strap with me." 

The thought of something more than Wanda's fingers was so overwhelming it made you whine. 

Wanda curled her fingers as they rubbed against your g spot. "Don't worry, baby. Once this stupid little show is over I'll take you home and fuck you right." She buried her face in your neck and began leaving soft kisses over the heavy marks she'd left earlier. "I have this big one- oh you'd just love it! It'd stretch out that hole and fill you up with cum. Doesn't that sound fun?"

It sounded fun, but your body answered before your brain could. Your walls fluttered around Wanda's long fingers. Cum leaked out of your hole like a fountain and Wanda was quick to lick it up.  Her fingers and tongue worked in sync  to drag out your orgasm as long as she possibly could. "No, no more," You whimpered, desperately trying to push Wanda's head away. 

Wanda kissed your thigh then rolled over to lay next to you on her bed. She watched as you struggled to catch your breath. "Think you could give me one more?" She asked as she played with the strands of your hair. 

The offer was tempting, but you'd never recover if you let Wanda have her way. "Um, I think we'll have to work up to multiple rounds. I think I'm all fucked out for the night." You buried your head into one of Wanda's pillows and watched as she got off of the bed. "Noo, stay, please? I can take a shower later." 

"Fine, but if you wait too long I'm turning this into a bubble bath." Wanda laid back down. She pulled you closer so your head was properly buried into her chest. Her fingers toyed with the  hair at the base of your neck as you two began to relax and let go of the sexual energy. 

"...what happened in the shack?"

Wanda let out a heavy sigh. "You're really bad pillow talk, you know that?" She ruffled your hair and looked down at you. "Do you want to know that bad?" Denying you was hard already, but when you looked up with the softest eyes she'd ever seen, saying no was impossible. "It's not that I don't wanna talk about it, I just don't want you to think I still have feelings for him or something like that." 

"You dragged me upstairs and fucked me instead of talking things out with him, I know you don't have feelings for him anymore." You leaned away from Wanda's chest. "I'm much more worried about you bottling up all those nasty feelings in here," You said, poking Wanda's chest to accent your point. "Just say whatever is on your mind, I'm all ears."

"It's just…god, every time I give that fucker a chance he turns around and steps all over me! We broke up and got back together three times before I stopped forgiving him. You think he would've said something between that and just ripped the band-aid off instead of letting some stupid reality show find out first!" Wanda continued to ramble. The minutes continued to tick by but she just couldn't stop herself. Maybe she'd pause for a few minutes because she couldn't figure out how to put her frustrations into words, but you were always there to help her. 

Eventually, Wanda had nothing else to say. Her anger fizzled out into slow acceptance 

She let out a heavy breath before nuzzling back into the side of your neck. "Thank you," She mumbled exhaustedly. Wanda, never one to miss the chance to praise you, began smothering your face with kisses once again. "Ah, you're just the cutest aren't you? Always making me so sappy and mushy!"

You whined playfully and pushed her away. "Maybe you're just made of mush and full of sap!"

[randomshyperson]

So I finally watched The Marvels.

~SPOILERS AHEAD~

They missed the opportunity to actually say Wanda's name but it's totally fine 'cause this is not about her, but also, excuse me Miss Rambeau??? Monica is that powerful now and all because she visited Wanda's little Sims city a couple of times, like what? I love it. That old theory that Wanda was the one who gave Pietro's power is coming back stronger now

I strongly believe misogyny and racism are behind the flop of this movie, I had an amazing time watching it, whole thing was genuinely funny with relevant marvel lore and characters plots (the aliens are still fighting each other and blaming humans, but hey, colonialism and exploit of resources are the main reason we have to protect planets). Everyone loves when Peter Quill explores the galaxy but if three women do the same it's suddenly a problem.

A lot of people saying how tired they are of Marvel, were only tired of women doing the Marvel formula, don't believe those haters. Just like every other Marvel project, we have the hero journey and their blockbusters cliches, a lot of visual effects and jokes, LIKE EVERY OTHER MARVEL PROJECT, but sure, let's blame the girls for the failure. To me, it was really refreshing just to see women having fun and supporting each other and throwing little energy balls every now and then.

Also, the fact that Princess Carol is a fucking Star now? Pretty sure that got her killed in the What if series but good to know she's more powerful than that.

Kamala is the star of this movie, she's so funny and charming but also Monica and Carol angst got me crying and it was not enough!! I need more of their pain

I almost forgot, Miss Carol Danvers is all by herself in space just using a god damn TORTURE DEVICE to try to get her memories back, EXCUSE ME??? Someone gives this woman a hug, or idk, sent her to therapy with Bucky cause jesus Christ that's not healthy lady.

For the things I didn't like, the rhythm for sure. Such a quick movie, a lot of things happening, one minute I was crying the next I was giggling then crying again and then thinking about politics like slow down a little. I wanna digest the dialogues for a second.

THE SINGING PLANET I CANNOT-

Really funny movie, kamala's parents, the cats, everything was so easy going and cheerful even with the little angst moments, I had such a good time.

The best thing about this movie, as fanfic writer who gets truly frustrated with plot holes and stuff like that, it's that I will be able to watch it again. Movies from the first phases I used to love before I start writing, I can no longer enjoy the same 'cause I keep seeing how they don't make a fucking sense or have unbearable characters storylines and personality changes (yes I'm talking about Civil War and Age of Ultron or Ultimate, maybe STEVE ROGERS LEAVING BUCKY in a specific matter). This and also the fact they lack all kinds of minorities. Doctor Strange had like 2 women in the cast?? And don't even get me started on talking about what the sequel did to Wanda's character development.

The Marvels, Ragnarok, Black Widow, Captain Marvel, Captain America (1&2), Infinity War and Guardians of The Galaxy (all three), Black Panther (both), Ten Rings, Eternals, are still the only Marvel movies I actually enjoy rewatching, because they are projects that respect the characters established personalities and history and for origins ones like Eternals or Ten Rings, they are simply fun, what a crime for a movie to be just fun huh

All of the shows are worth rewatching (even Fury's one that I hated it), 'cause they were given time to develop into stuff and as a writer there's a lot for us to work it.

Btw, I'm not talking about Kate Bishop'cause I'm simply unable to process my happiness over seeing her again. I do think I might have a stroke once Yelena is back.