#imma send asks later during the day or tomorrow

[thuganomxcs]

He was certainly happy that she had a good time, he’s spend every waking hour during the prior week setting the surprise celebration upon a deserted island he had won in a brawl. The look of happiness on his wife’s face was more than enough for him, he figured this is probably what a marriage is all about. But his duties of a husband weren’t done, no far from it..it was late but still her birthday so of course Yusuke would be at her beck and call.

━━   ❝   𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞.  ❞   The king sat at the opposite end of the bed and placed both of her feet up on his lap and began giving her a little massage, being as thorough as he could with her needs, one by one. “Glad ya had fun too, I thought of keeping the celebration at the mansion..but figured you’d probably figure out what we were doin’.”

@thuganomxcs

"Yuuuuuuusuke. Darling."

Maria pouted from their bed, sprawled out like a starfish.

"I'm tired from dancing. Come rub my feet..."

Her birthday party was a hit, but she was completely wiped out.

[teddy06writes]

A Day In The Life

requesred by this genius anon: “Aight imma hit you with a good one: Literally everything as platonic, but a day in the life of reader in high school with the minor gang (too my, tubbo, ranboo) and all the faculty at the school are dreamsmp members”

Platonic! Minors gang (tommy, tubbo, ranboo and purpled) x reader

trigger warnings: none

premise: a day in the life of a student at the DSMP public high school 

{with all the shit that goes on the smp there's no way it could be anything but a public school}

{also if I do things slightly off or something its cause my high school is weird, we only have four blocks a day, but I think most have seven, so we’re going with that}

{also the dream/george thing, is based on two of the sciences teachers at my school being suspected of having an affiar}

{Full teacher list:

English: Mr. NotFound

Drama: Mr. Soot

Spanish: Mr. Dream (its mexican dream lol)

Gym: Coach Sapnap and Coach Punz

Home ec: Miss Nihachu

Music: Mr. Quackity

Chemistry: Mr. Halo}

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Home room: Mr. Callahan

You sighed, trudging toward the school entrance, god it was way to early for this. 

The halls were already crowded with people heading to there home rooms, and Mr. Minecraft, the principal, was standing outside the admin offices, greeting everyone with a smile. 

“Good morning, (y/n).” 

“Good morning Mr. Minecraft.” You grumbled as you passed. 

You hurried through the foyer and up the stairs, toward Mr. Callahan’s room. 

“Hey!” Tubbo called, hurrying down the hallway, “(y/n)!”

“Hey Tubbo.” you yawned.

He fell into step with you, “You think Callahan will actually show today?” 

The one good thing about your home room teacher is that none of the kids ever seemed to have seen him. It meant that some days, while other home rooms had lectures of bullying or something, your class got to hang out for 30 minutes. 

“I don’t think he even exists.” Purpled said, falling in on your other side. 

“He definitely doesn’t.” You agreed. 

~~

History: Mr. Blade

“Hey (y/n)!” Ranboo called from his seat at the front of the room as you came in. 

He was lucky enough to have moved homerooms and ended up getting the same room as his first block. 

“Hello Ranboo.” you sighed, sitting down in your seat next to him. 

Tommy came in and plopped down behind you, “Well you sound like shit.”

“No swearing in my classroom, Tommy.” Mr. Blade chided, hardly looking up from the book on his desk. 

You turned to look at Tommy, “It’s too early for this.” 

“You say that everyday!” He laughed. 

“Yeah! Cause this class starts at 7:45 in the god damn morning!” You half exclaimed. 

“Bloody hell you’d think you’d get used to it-” 

“Tommy, what did I say about swearing?” Mr. Blade cut Tommy off. 

“But you didn’t yell at (y/n)!” Tommy yelled, “That’s not fair Tech!” 

Me. Blade glared at his brother, “Do you want me to send you down to Phil’s office Tommy?” 

“I didn’t even do anything!”

After a moment under Mr. Blades glare, Tommy sighed, “Please don’t send me down to Phil.” 

The teacher didn’t respond, instead standing up and moving to stand in front of the board, queuing up the intro slides for the day, “All right everyone, settle down. Today in our ‘tour of the ancient world’ or whatever, we’re going to start our mini unit on Greece.”

~~

Statistics/Math: Mr. Was Taken

After a class that ended mostly in a rant about the myth of Heracles, you said goodbye to Ranboo and Tommy and met up with Purpled to head to math. 

Mr. Wastaken was already passing out the notes when you two got there, sliding into your seats at the back of the classroom just as the bell rang. 

“You’re late.” He chided, dropping the papers onto your desk, then Purpleds. 

“Purp needed to refill his water bottle.” You explained. 

“Seriously?” Mr. Wastaken questioned, “Dude, it’s second block, why the hell was your water already empty?” 

Purpled shrugged, “P.E?” 

“Ehh, wrong, Sapnap doesn’t have you till sixth period.” 

“Stairs... are murder man.” He fumbled. 

You nodded, “First floor to the fourth floor is tough Mr. Wastaken.” 

Rolling his eyes, the teacher moved back to the front of the room, “Alright, last nights homework was a bit of a flop so we’ll be more review for the quiz tomorrow.” 

You groaned internally, pulling out your pencil. 

Purpled nodded, “I fuckin hate review days.” 

“I can hear you, you know!” Mr. WasTaken half yelled. 

~~

Chemistry: Mr. Halo

After Math you and Purpled headed down to the science hall to meet back up with Tubbo to head to Chem. 

“Welcome back everybody!” Mr. Halo greeted cheerily, “Good to see smiling faces for chemistry!” 

How he managed to stay so upbeat, no one would ever know.

You sat down at your lab table with Tubbo, “You think we actually make it to doing the lab today before he starts talking about Mr. Skeppy again?” 

“Oh no chance.” 

You chuckled, pulling out your notebook as Mr. Halo pulled up the opening review before the lab. 

Twenty minutes later found you elbow deep in the lab, quite literally. 

“It was supposed to just be a small scale elephants toothpaste!” Mr. Halo cried. 

Purpled grinned, “You should’ve taken my wildcard factor into account sir.” 

You laughed, wiping the foam off your apron (thank god for lab aprons), “That was brilliant!” 

A few minutes earlier, Tubbo had helped him do out the math to scale up the experiment by 20%, and you had willingly given up your own materials to help.

Now most of the classroom was covered in the foam, and Purpled and the girl who had been unfortunate enough to be partnered with him were knee deep in it. 

“I sent the video to the groupchat.” Tubbo whispered.

“Good.” You chuckled again. 

Mr. Halo groaned, “You three start cleaning this up, Elizabeth, dear, why don’t you join a different group.”

“I volunteer to switch with her!” Drista yelled, “they look like fun!” 

Mr. Halo sighed, “No- no absolutely not- I can’t deal with you added to the mix.” 

Drista pouted, the rest of the class went back to there work, and you, Tubbo and Purpled began to clean up the foam. 

~~

Drama: Mr. Soot

As Purpled left for his history class, you and tubbo headed twoard the music/performing arts suit, where you met up with Ranboo. 

“Tommy said he wished he could’ve been there to see the foam.” Ranboo reported as Tubbo peeled off into the band room, and you both continued on to the green room. 

“Hello, Hello, Hello!” Mr. Soot greeted in an aussie accent (you know the one). 

“Oh god please say were not doing accents today.” Ranboo muttered. 

Mr. Soot laughed, “Nah, we’re going to do some more rounds of improv.” 

“Oh thank god.” You said as you moved to take a seat at one of the side tables. 

“That would have been hell.” Ranboo agreed. 

More people poured into the room, take seats all around as Mr. Soot began to dig through on of the closets. 

As the bell rang he let out a triumphant cheer, turning around and brandishing a very large bowl of paper slips, “I found the prompts!” 

“Oh dear lord.” Ranboo muttered.

“Mr. Soot can we please do like, anything else?” You asked, “Like scenes, or hell I’d even take monologues, you know we’re all shit at improv!” 

The teacher sighed, “I suppose we could do something else. I guess we can begin our next topic, you’re all going to be assigned scenes and given time to practice them, we’ll present on Friday!” 

The entire class breathed a sigh of relief that you had managed to change his mind. 

~~ English: Mr. NotFound 

After a very chaotic lunch full of Tubbo retelling a bunch of jokes Mr. Quackity had told during music,  you trudged off to the one class that didn’t have any of your main group of friends in. 

The one good thing about having Mr. NotFound as a teacher was that he had no clue what he was doing. 

More often then not you would be left to do essays or read the required books, and then watch the movies that went along with them.

And, just your luck, your English block happened to take place during Mr. Wastaken’s prep period. 

“Right, everyone, today’s a work day, finish up anything you need to for this class, or another, and I’ll put on a movie.” Mr. NotFound said as soon as everyone was seated. 

Ten minutes into the movie the teacher had left, and you pulled up the group chat.

(y/n): Mr. NotFound has yet again suspiciously left during class. 

Purp: sus

Purp: just went by WasTaken’s room

Purp: he’s not there

BooBoy: I saw him down in the science hall ten minutes ago

BeEs: Science hall is oposite to English isn’t it

(y/n): yeah it is

BooBoy: very sus

Purp: I swear their having an affair

BeEs: defintly a lesbian

BeEs: *leassion

BeEs: lesion

BeEs: le-a-zon

BeEs: you know what I mean!

BooBoy: take your time Tubbo

You chuckled quietly, putting your phone down to look back up at the movie on the screen. 

~~

Spanish: Mr. Dream (its mexican dream lol)

“AYYYY kids!”

You groaned as your Spanish teacher burst into the room.

“What is with this guy?” Tommy muttered. 

“ayy man not cool.” Mr. Dream said. 

“Mr. Dream your ten minutes late!” Someone pointed out. 

“SHut up man. And I told you just call me Mexican Dream!” The teacher said. 

You frowned, “That doesn’t make sense, theres no way your first name is ‘mexican’.” 

“Well its not,” He explained, “But its cause I’m the Mexican version of that math teacher!” 

“Why couldn’t I have taken French like Boo and Purp?” Tommy asked the ceiling quietly.

~~ Home ec: Miss Nihachu

The last block of the day was always the best, but not just because school would be over soon. 

There were three main reasons why everyone agreed it was the best. 

1. Miss Nihachu was the nicest teacher in school

2. baking was done often, and everyone always got to take some home

3. it was the one class you, Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo and Purpled all had together. 

Soon your found yourself crowded into one of the tiny kitchen areas with all your friends, as Miss Nihachu gave instructions. 

“Now, if you make a mess you will be cleaning it up! I’m looking at your kitchen a!” She said, half threateningly.

Ranboo pushed away from the group, “I’m not with them I swear!” 

Miss Nihachu rolled her eyes playfully, “Sure your not.” 

Surprisingly, a mess was not fully made. 

Somehow between Tommy wanting to taste the cookie dough at every step from butter to flour, Tubbo trying to add as many chocolate chips as he could, and Purpled all but refusing to move from where he was sitting on the counter, you and Ranboo managed to get the cookies into the oven with no real disasters. 

As you wiped down the empty counter space you sighed, “That wasn’t too bad.” 

“Yeah.” Tubbo agreed. 

Tommy only nodded, still eating the large glob of cookie dough he’d stolen. 

Ten minutes before the bell rang and when everyone was supposed to be finishing cleaning up you sniffed the air suspiciously, “Why do I smell burning?” 

Tubbo took a deep breath, “I smell it too.”

“Oh yeah, something is definitly burning.” Ranboo agreed. 

You whirled to face Purpled, who was absently scrolling through his phone, “Purp you did set a timer right?” 

[marveloussupernerd]

Okay. So I’ve got this cold sore on my lip and it suuucks. SO that got me thinking.... what would be the RFA+v+saerans repsonse to MC getting a cold sore and denying them kisses until it’s gone because MC dosent want them to get one either....

I have a million things I should be writing but like... I think I’m getting a cold sore too! So this is super appropriate for both of us JSJJS

Mmmm I think imma do this headcannon style

RFA+V+Saeran’s Reaction to you getting a Cold Sore

Zen

You can tell you’re getting a cold sore

You can feel that stupid familiar tingling feeling

Damn

Zen got home from his run

You always like to greet him at the door with a kiss when he gets home

You wrap your arms around him and opt for a hug instead. He’s sweaty but whatever

“Uh... what’s this?” He asks

You’ll feign ignorance! “What’s what Zen?”

“You... you always kiss me when I get home.”

He’s trying not to show his disappointment

“Oh. Well, I have a cold sore. So, I can’t.”

It’s the first time you’ve had one during your relationship

He grabs your face, trying to trap you to give him a kiss

You’re pushing him away with all your might

“You can’t! Zen, you can’t! Your fans would KILL me!”

You slip out from under his grasp, running to the other side of the room to put space in between the two of you

He pours. He looks absolutely crushed

“H-how long do they usually last?”

Yikes.

“Uhm... like a week?”

He nearly faints

“You’re kidding.”

You’re not kidding though

He really looks like he’s about to cry

You can’t even go down on him to make him feel better, a real shame

I’m sorry it needed to be said

He takes a seat. Is he seriously feeling faint right now?

“Can you go to a doctor and get it fixed faster? I can’t... I can’t wait that long.”

Oh Zen

Why would you go to the doctor for this it’s really not that big of a deal

He buried his face in his hands

“I need a cold shower”

Zen is a wreck. He can’t kiss you. He can’t touch you because if he does he’ll want to kiss you. He has half the mind to stay in a hotel for the week so he doesn’t tempt himself. You don’t let him

Yoosung

It was game night

You went over to Yoosung’s every Saturday to have a game night together. It was really sweet

But this time you were spotting a large cold sore on your lip

It made you self-conscious honestly

But, whatever. He would understand!

You walk into his apartment, deck of cards in hand

“Hi!” He comes bounding over to you, grabbing the cards from your hand and setting them on the table. “I missed you.”

You give him a hug. “I missed you too Yoosung.”

It doesn’t take him long to realize the sore on your face

He doesn’t want to bring it up

You can tell by the way he keeps glancing at it, then looking away just as quickly

“I have a cold sore,” you explain awkwardly

“Does it hurt?”

You laugh a little. “I mean it gets dry sometimes and that’s not pleasant but it’s not too bad.”

“I can always kiss it better for you!”

Yoosung, Honey

“Actually, if you do that then you’d start getting them too”

“Okay. And?”

“I’m not letting you do that,” you sighed.

He looked up at you, with puppy dog eyes. “But... really?”

“I’ll probably be all better by next game night. They don’t last too too long,” you shrugged simply

He nodded, then kissed your cheek. “I guess that’ll have to do for now?” He asked

You chuckled, nodding. “Exactly. I promise I’ll make up to you next time”

Yoosung isn’t that bad about it since he can kiss you on the cheek, and you’ll be all better in a week

Jaehee

You could feel the cold sore forming as you worked

It’s so annoying how you can just tell they’re forming

After closing, you and Jaehee like to sit and have coffee and debrief

“Today was a very successful day I’d say!” Jaehee exclaimed cheerfully, setting down your mugs at one of the nearby table

You go to join her

She leans in to give you a sweet peck on the lips, but you step back

She looks confused

“I have a cold sore forming,” you explained

“Oh” is all she says

“Yeah...”

She takes a seat. “Is there anything I can get for you to help? Some cream or something?”

She’s the best girlfriend ever

“Actually... I do think I ran out of the stuff I put on it to numb it. You wanna go to the store with me after we finish these drinks?”

“Of course! That way you can show me exactly what it is so I’ll know for the future.”

She’s so respectful and sweet

And if you don’t want her to kiss you she won’t until you’re feeling all better

Jumin

You always give Jumin a kiss before he goes out the door to work

You’re tying his tie for him, getting ready to send him out

“Just so you know, I have a cold sore, so I can’t kiss you on your way out,” you mention casually

“You get cold sores? I wasn’t aware.”

You hadn’t had one since you had gotten married

You shrug. “I’ve had them most of my life.”

“And if I kiss you I’ll get them too?”

You nod

“Okay. And?”

He says it like you’re missing out on something startlingly obvious

“And what?” You ask, confused

“You’re my wife. I don’t care if I get them. I want to kiss you goodbye.”

You straighten his tie

“I won’t let you,” you say stoically.

“Really?” His face falls. “But we’re married. We share everything. Even cold sores.”

“I am protecting you from like a disease”

“Well,” he sits down on the edge of the bed. “I won’t leave until you give me a kiss”

“Jumin, don’t be a child,” you roll your eyes

“I think I’m being very mature,” he explains, a glimmer in his eyes

You look away from him

“Stop it! I can’t.”

He gets up, walking over to you, convincing you to turn to face him

His lips are inches from your own

“I’m telling you you can”

Jumin gets cold sores now.

707

You’re literally already kissing

You didn’t even realize you had a cold sore

He pulls away slightly

“Is that a cold sore?”

Your fingers drift to touch your lip. It is a cold sore

“Yes... I didn’t even realize,” you confess

“Damn,” he remarks

Then goes back to kiss you?

You pull away

“What? No. I can’t kiss you. I have a cold sore.”

He looks so confused

“We already kissed”

“That was an accident.” You crossed your arms

He sighs

“I probably already got it”

“But what if you didn’t!?”

“Can’t we just kiss? We already did. It’s fine.”

“You need to go, wash your mouth or something!! I don’t know. I don’t want you to get them. They suck.” You’re pushing him towards the sink

He surprisingly complies

But over the next few days he comes up with ways to get you to accidental kiss

Man pretends to faint so you can give him mouth to mouth

Eventually you do forget

Luckily though, Seven doesn’t seem to get cold sores. God Seven must be immune

V

V is one of the sweetest humans in this universe

Still, you feel bad inviting him over when you have a cold sore and can’t kiss him or anything

“Hi Sweetheart,” he greets you, bouquet of flowers in his hand for you.

“Aw, Jihyun! You didn’t have to be so sweet”

He goes to kiss you but you take a step back

“I have a cold sore. I’m sorry,” you frown

“Oh. Aren’t those annoying? I get them too”

V gets them too?

News to you

“I have some medicine that helps them go away quicker actually. You should’ve told me. I would have brought it! I can run back home and grab it if you’d like” he offers

He’s too good for this world

“You can do it tomorrow! I just wanna cuddle and watch a movie tonight”

“Okay”

He puts your flowers in a vase for you, silently

Takes him a while to speak up

“So... if I get them too, does that mean I can kiss you?”

Well... only if he wants to risk getting a new one of his own

“I guess... but you’ll probably get one then”

“That’s worth it,” he whispers, pulling you in for a kiss

V doesn’t have to worry much about cold sores since he gets his own

Saeran

Poor precious boy

He doesn’t get it when you say “I have a cold sore”

He’s cuddled up with you, looks up at you

“And? What does that have to do with anything?”

You have to explain that it’s contagious

And you don’t want to give him it :(

“How bad could it be though?” He asks

“It’s annoying. And it looks bad. And sometimes it gets dry and cracked and hurts. And then you have to worry about giving it to other people,” you explain

Nobody’s ever explained cold sores to him

He nods

“I’d be honored to get cold sores from you”

Saeran no

You shake your head firmly. “I’m not letting you”

“But-“

“No buts. No kisses.”

He sighs

Rests his head on your shoulder. He seems to be faking that he’s extremely distressed

“Kay. But you’re gonna have to make it up to me later when it goes away.”

Keeps a tally of all the times you two would naturally kiss

So that you can make them up exactly

He’s a baby

He’s pretty good with accepting the fact you can’t kiss him, but he makes sure to make up for it once the cold sore goes away

[joonkorre]

(love) is a heartache

@drarrymicrofic prompt: hope is a heartache - léon

let it be known that harry goes through life purely on vibes. half of his reasons why for every decision at his big age are “idk imma just hope for the best”

ao3

People’s hearts twinge sometimes. For Draco, he can barely remember the last time he doesn’t have these twinges. It’s pretty normal at this point.

“No, it’s not,” Pansy says. She’s a Healer, so she’s probably right. But Draco prefers to ignore that.

“Leave it be,” Draco murmurs, lips against her scalp, “I’m fine. Say, are you free tomorrow?”

“Yeah. You want to go somewhere?”

“Mm. Sleep.”

They go out the next morning, Pansy in thick makeup and Draco practically drunk under nine layers of Charms. The air is a bit humid, which seems to get worse when the bustling street intensifies in volume into a roaring din. Pansy pulls him under an awning, yanking at his sleeve a bit to try out her disgusting sugary coffee. She always does this whenever she wants to take his attention away from something, which means he just has to look at exactly where she’s doesn’t want him to. As his lips wrap around her lipstick-stained straw, he glances up.

Across the street, a couple strolls through a gushing crowd. Fiery red hair, airy laughter, a pale arm wrapped around her fiancé’s waist. Curls of black, sleek spectacles, a protective palm on his fiancee’s shoulder. They make the perfect picture, a vibrant oil painting. Their existence is formed from bold strokes of sunlight and starburst kisses, with the focal point being a shock of phthalo green and cadmium lemon, two minute specks that make all the difference. As all good paintings do, they pin the viewer on the spot, as if the viewer himself is a thing to behold. Then they shift away.

The exhibit moves forward and out of sight. It’s closing time, the viewer has overstayed his welcome.

Something leaps in Draco’s chest and splatters on the floor of his stomach. Placing her hand over his heart, Pansy frowns at him. She doesn’t ask why Potter stared at someone who looked like a stranger to him. Only tells him to start finding answers.

Months later, on the most awaited day in recent Wizarding history, there’s a knock on Draco’s door.

He throws on a sweater, and a throw, too, for good measure. Ambling to the door, he checks the mail slot before peeking through the peephole. Nobody but a package is outside. Draco hums and unlocks his door, crouching down the moment it opens. What feels like soft satin brushes against his cheek, cool and smooth. With a flash, a pair of shiny dress shoes appear before him.

“Draco.”

Draco peers up as he rises, hands around the package. Potter has his maddening Invisibility Cloak slung over his arm, his roguish charm heightened by a perfectly fitted three-piece suit. A tiny posy is pinned on his left lapel, muted green hellebores with a few sprigs of privet berries. He’s dressed like a man in love.

Draco feels something he hasn’t felt in months at the sight. He’s trained himself to suppress it the moment it showed itself and has been relatively successful until now. The sting, without warning, bursts from within his chest, calling forth a slight wince. Potter’s brows furrow.

"How do you know where I live?"

“How long has this been going on?”

Draco frowns. “Pardon?”

“That,” Potter gestures at Draco’s chest. “The heartache.”

He rears back. What the hell is he supposed to say to that? At Potter’s unchanging expression, Draco shoves his hair out of his face with a quiet huff and puts a hand on the doorknob.

“It’s none of your business. Please leave.”

“It is, actually,” Potter stops the closing door with one arm.

“Excuse me? We haven't had a proper conversation in more than a decade and suddenly you want to act like we're friends? Leave, now.”

“Listen to me. How can it not be my business when I feel it, too?”

“Check with a Healer, then. If you can put past grudges aside, I can hand you Pansy Parkinson’s business card,” Draco grits through his teeth, pushing against the door with his entire body, his throw slipping to the ground.

“Draco, stop, I already know, stop.”

“Know what? No, I don't care. Leave at once, else I’d alert the Aurors.”

A rough slam sends Draco staggering back. Potter pants, hard lines on his face. His chest heaves under his crisp white shirt, its top two buttons unclasped, and he steps over the threshold, closing the door.

“You think they’d believe you?”

The pain shoots from his chest to the rest of his body, and for several seconds, his lungs wouldn’t work. He whips his head away from Potter, who groans and sags against the wall.

“I told you to leave.”

“I’m sorry, that was a shitty thing to say,” Potter says immediately, sweat dotting his temples.

After an uncomfortable pause, clearing his throat, he picks up the near-forgotten package from the carpet. His hand feels around the outline of the object within, rectangular and heavy. Glancing at Draco, he says hoarsely. “I know why you bought this book.”

“Know this, know that, you know nothing,” Draco lunges forward, only for Potter to twist out of the way and raise the package out of his reach.

“The Life-long Burden of Dark Curses: A Caution by Elise Arrowlane, limited edition,” he says, unbothered by Draco’s slackened jaw. “You ordered it from the new bookstore on Diagon months ago. You were small and old and grey, but I recognized you. I always could.”

“Okay,” Draco sneers, “so you’re a stalker. Old news. Anything else?”

“There’s no need to order one. I would’ve borrowed it from Hermione if you had only asked,” Potter says. “Instead, I got curious and read it for myself. That’s how I connected the dots about the heartache, how I realized we’ve both had it since that day years ago.”

“Oh, the day you slashed me into ribbons and almost cut through my heart?” Draco clenches his jaw.

Being able to shout this ugly kind of truth into the perpetrator’s face feels oddly liberating. That is, if liberation also comes with a specific kind of agony that makes Draco want to fall to his knees.

“Dark Magic leaves a mark on both the wizard and their victim, doesn’t it? No need for a book to tell us that,” Potter says, the harsh afternoon glow of him gentled by the soft lamplight in Draco’s hallway. “In certain cases, it even leaves a link. A connection.”

Draco bites the inside of his cheek and looks away. The only consequence from that horrid night was his fucked up heart and nothing else, nothing at all. Whatever Potter is insinuating, he hates it. He hates this. He hates him.

“How are you so sure there’s a connection.”

“I wasn’t,” Potter says. “The Healers said it’s a health thing I developed after the War and I just needed to avoid strenuous activity. I didn’t think much of it, but then I read the book and realized that it usually flared up whenever you watched me.”

Scoffing, Draco turns and stalks into the kitchen. Walking past the boiling kettle, he throws a cabinet door open and grabs a mug, his hand trembling.

“Interesting how my health suffers when I see the bastard who quite literally carved me open.”

“I was eating dinner when I thought I was going to die of a heart attack at 23,” Potter continues. Draco pulls the drawers out, unable to find a single bag of tea for several excruciating moments. “The next day, I was reading about your mother’s death on the Daily Prophet. That was the first sign.”

Grabbing a rag and wetting it, Draco wipes the countertop even as he’s just done so last night.

“When Ginny saw you on the street during our date and extended her hand toward you, you shook it. But your heart ached.

“I saw you looking at the picture of Ginny and I kissing on the front page of Witch Weekly. Your hair was brown and your back was curved, but I saw you. Your heart ached.

“When I announced my engagement to her on the Battle of Hogwarts’s 10th Anniversary, you were clapping along with everyone else. But your heart ached.”

Draco throws the rag on the counter. The kettle whistles, a piercing sound. “What’s your point? Are you here purely to flaunt your relationship and imply that I’m in love with Ginevra Weasley? If so, I got it. Thank you so very much, it’s been enlightening. Now get out.”

“The point is,” Potter says, lifting the kettle off the burner to pour it into Draco’s mug, placing his tea bag in, “unless the article about you being gay was wrong, Ginny isn’t the one you’re in love with.”

“What arti—” Draco stops. “That was years ago.”

His sexuality was leaked to some irrelevant gossip rag, not even making the front page. Nobody noticed, nothing changed, and it hasn’t entered his mind in what feels like forever until Potter reminds him.

“I remember.”

“You—” Draco frowns. His eyes strain on the cup of tea until they hurt. He squeezes them shut, sighing. “It doesn’t prove anything. Perhaps I’m jealous of my childhood nemesis having a better life than me, ever thought of that?”

“Yeah,” Potter says, “I’ve thought about this a lot. Which is why I’m here. To make sure.”

Draco takes it in, then, unable to help himself, curls his lips at Potter and his attire. At his artfully gelled hair, his hanging bow tie, the elegant boutonniere on the lapel of his dark blue suit. His empty ring finger.

“Couldn’t you have chosen a better date to make sure? Preferably before your wedding day?”

Potter steps closer. A respectable distance away, but closer.

“I could’ve, but I spent most of those days in denial. Then the dots connected and I couldn’t deny it anymore, so I decided to just go through with the wedding regardless, be with the woman I loved. Hoped that maybe the odd emotions I had would go away,” he shrugs, raising his eyes to meet Draco’s. “Saw Ginny at the end of the aisle and, well, I couldn’t stop thinking that it should’ve been someone else. All this time, I’ve thought that she didn’t feel… right in my arms, but I pushed it down. And there she was in that white dress.

“Seeing that today was the last straw. I had to leave.”

Draco’s breath catches in his throat. Swallowing it down, he grabs his mug, scooping out the tea bag just to have something to do. He takes a sip without blowing, ignoring its scalding heat.

“That was stupid.”

“Yeah.”

“You’re so fucking stupid,” Draco can feel a headache building. “That was a horrible decision. I never imagined you—you!—out of all people, could be this irresponsible. What the fuck.”

“You’re right.”

“Of course I am. Merlin, that poor fucking woman. If your purpose here is to make me feel bad for Ginevra and all 300 of her relatives for once in my life, you’ve succeeded, congratulations.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say that to me, say that to—oh, you’d do what you want no matter what I say, wouldn’t you?”

“Depends on the situation.”

“‘Depends on the situation,’ he says,” Draco mocks, getting a carton of milk from the fridge to save his bitter, bitter tea. Potter doesn’t reply. Stirring the milk in, Draco lets out a heavy sigh.

“What do you want me to do about this?” He says. “I didn’t make you run out of your own wedding. If you expect me to take the blame for your inane decisions, the first person I Floo wouldn’t be the Aurors, but Ginevra Weasley herself.”

A small smile graces Potter’s lips. “I don’t expect anything from you but honesty.”

Draco squints.

“And how will you know if what I say is a lie? Will you reject my genuine answer if it’s not what you want to hear?”

“That won’t be a problem,” Potter says. “I trust your heart will speak the truth for us both.”

There’s a pang in Draco’s chest, and judging from the twitch of Potter’s brow, he can feel it too. Not another word is said, the two men merely facing each other from across a tiny kitchen, considering. Draco can feel the warmth of sunlight beaming through the little window and coating his nape as he leans against the sink, earl grey on his tongue. Lovely citric notes of bergamot drift up his nose. He closes his eyes. What to do, what to do.

Weightless oxfords clack against the yellowed tiles, clear and bright in Draco’s ears. Fabric rustles as Potter slips a hand into his pocket only to retrieve it a second later. Draco lets himself be cornered, barely glancing at the wool-clad arms caging either side of his waist. A clink catches his attention, however, and he tilts his head to the left.

Millimeters beside Draco’s hand on the counter, glinting in the sun, is a wedding band. Draco knows Potter and Ginevra’s in and out, has examined the picture on that day’s issue of the Daily Prophet more times than he should have. He knows the marquise droplets of Ginevra’s gems and the chevron curve of her ring, the blankness of Potter’s own band a dream and a question in his mind.

The band that’s resting on the counter is different. Rustic gold and a fissure in the middle, the fertile earth splitting open to reveal a stream of diamonds, a sparkling river. Draco sets his mug to the side and holds the ring up close, his finger smoothing over the grooves of its texture.

“Did you make a stop at a jewelry store before breaking into my home?” He asks.

“No,” Harry murmurs. Draco looks at him in surprise. “I’ve had this with me for months.”

A pause.

“I thought you said you were in denial.”

“I was, but I knew, somewhat, that I wanted someone else,” Harry’s head lowers, slow and careful, until his forehead rests against Draco’s shoulder. “I told myself that I just liked the way it looked, had to get it in case I didn’t want the other ring anymore. But I got it a size smaller. Been carrying it in my pocket ever since.”

Draco’s heart throbs and throbs. Large hands circle his waist, bunching up the back of his sweater and pressing him close, chest to chest. A blanket of pure heat envelops his body as he breathes in the timeless saffron and neroli of cologne, half-lidded eyes pinned on the band he’s given. Oh, dear, he thinks, and again when it settles at the base of his ring finger with ease, as if it belongs there and never left. Oh, dear.

[chuckbass-love]

Imma just put this out here. Imagine Steve Rogers and y/n making out a in Her bed in her apartment a few hours before his next mission. Their just snuggled together whilst Steve grinding into her and just having a amazing time making out and grinding on each other. But when Steve goes to fuck her he’s looking for a condom and he can’t find one. When he finds the box there’s actually no condoms left cause neither of them went to buy any lately. And y/n won’t let him go inside her without a condom so they can’t exactly have sex. So Steve finds over ways to satisfy them both 😉

This is going to be short ish but sweet but i hope you still love it...

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 accounts without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warning: Fluff & soft smut. Language, Oral (f and m receiving), fingering (vaginal and anal), hand job, overstimulation well kinda and last but not least, daddy kink. 18+

Word Count: 2,264

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @softietom go check them out 💙

Make You Feel Good

You nuzzle your head into the crook of Steve’s neck as his arm drapes around your body, pulling you in closer, if that’s even possible. You’re at the point where you can’t tell where he ends and you begin. 

Both of your legs tangled in each others, you’re naked and he’s just in his boxers. You’ve done nothing all weekend except fuck and make out. Obsessed isn’t the word for how you feel about him. He’s everything you’ve waited 25 years for. 

Being younger than him isn’t an issue though. People were skeptical at first, he’s older than old. Should be dead by now but since he was stuck in the ice for all those years, he didn’t age. But since they saw how happy the two of you make each other, they stayed out of it, letting you live how you want to.

His age rarely shows though. He’s more than capable of keeping up with you. If anything he has you gasping for air a lot of the time. Runs circles round you. 

His index finger lifts your head up so he can look right into your eyes.

“I have to go soon” he lowers his head to kiss you quickly but you pull him back in. Only breaking away to talk before claiming his lips again.

“Please stay” you beg, he never gets to stick around for long, there’s always something that requires his full undivided attention.

“I can’t princess. I’ll be back tomorrow though and besides, i have a little bit of time before i need to go”

You know exactly what he means by that so you beat him to it. Getting on top and straddling him. The kissing continues as his hands rest on the round globes of your ass. His favourite feature on your body. An ass man all the way. 

He relishes in the way it bounces each time he slaps it or whenever he’s fucking you from behind and his skin collides with yours. It’s the most mesmerising view.

His tongue slips into your mouth, exploring yours like it’s the first time. Winning the battle for dominance but let’s be honest here. When is Steve not in charge? You allow him to be simply because he’s so good at it and you love being owned by him.

Whenever he’s around, you’re stuck in this bubble where all you see, feel and taste is him. He makes you’re whole body turn to jelly, your pussy wet and your vision blurry. Everything about him has you walking around like you’re floating in the air. 

“God i’m so hard for you” his whisper like moans escaping as soon as you grind your naked and soaked core along his crotch, from the tip of his cock to just where his balls are most likely sitting. 

His nails dig in further and as soon as you wince he releases his grip “shit, did that hurt? I’m sorry baby, you just drive me crazy” 

You place your index finger over his mouth “shush, it’s fine. I liked it” 

Even during intimate moments, he remains a gentleman. Sure he can talk dirty and fuck you like a whore but he always makes sure you’re having a good time, that he’s not being too hard on you.

Typical Steve Rogers move.

Once you can feel yourself making a mess of him, you decide it’s time. You sit up slightly, making room for him to release himself out of the confines of his boxers.

“I need you so badly” you kiss him, not wanting to wait any longer, you speed up the process by practically yanking his boxers down.

“So desperate huh princess?”

You bite your lip “can you blame me? I need to make the most of having you here”

He agrees as he watches you wrap your hand around his shaft, pumping him a couple times before shimmying down so your mouth is level with him. He knows exactly what you’re about to do and he can’t wait to feel the warmth of your mouth around his cock.

“Mhmm, such a tease baby” he chuckles, breath hitching as you lick from his balls to his red tip.

One hand tugs on them the other pumps him as he gradually hits home, reaching the back of your throat. As he does, you gag, still not used to how big he is compared to other guys you’ve been with. He’s always loved the sound of you struggling.

“Is my cock too much for my princess?” he taunts

“No daddy” your words muffled by his cock, the sound vibrates onto his skin, sending a shiver down his spine.

You continue to work at him, now using both hands to twist around him gently, your saliva lubing him up beautifully. So much so that some even drips from the corners of your mouth. You’re making a real mess of yourself now.

“Fuck, gonna have me cumming in no time” 

“Cum for me daddy” 

As your hand pumps him, you sink down further, taking his balls in your mouth and sucking, bringing him even closer to his peak. The way his mouth is hanging open in the perfect O shape, his eyes closing gradually but keeping them open just a little, so he can see you making him feel good.

“I’m gonna c-cum” he stutters, groaning, his eyes shoot back open, he sits up slightly and you feel him twitch. You wrap your mouth around his tip, licking the slit before deep throating him, sending his world spinning. 

“Oh god” his hands grip the sheets into a fist, he spasms once more and before you know it his hot seed is spurting into your mouth, filling you up. Not in the way you imagined but you know he can go again.

You sit back on your heels, looking him dead in the eyes as you swallow everything he gave to you, just the way he likes. And he can’t get enough of it. “Come sit on my cock baby, wanna feel that pussy wrapped around me just like your mouth was” he leans to the side, opening the drawer on the bedside table “wait. Where are the condoms?” he asks. 

You shrug “they should be there” you respond, kissing on his neck, keeping things interesting. Even biting and sucking a little. Making sure to mark him. 

“God, baby. That feels so good” 

“They aren’t here” he moves things around, still not able to find them.

So you try.

Getting off the bed and checking all the drawers.

“There’s none here”

“Did we use them all?” he raises his brow.

You giggle “maybe we did, shit. What are we gonna do now?”

It wasn’t intentional. You had purchased a pack of 24. A pack you were sure were going to last you. But with you and Steve being the way you are, they didn’t last. 

Clearly you’re sex addicts. Who can blame you both? He’s hot and obsessed with you so you can never hold back. Morning sex, mid day sex, evening sex. Early hours of the morning too. Just name it, you’ve both done it.

He can’t stop himself and quite frankly neither can you but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“We don’t have a lot of time before you need to go”

“That’s fine” he starts “come here” he starts tapping his face as he lies down on the bed “let me help you out”

You’ve had your fair share of orgasms from this mans mouth. That same mouth of his can have you shaking and trembling. But you’ve never ridden his face before. He’s asked plenty of times, you’ve always turned him down.

Maybe this time is where you say yes?

“Please, let daddy make you feel good princess, it’ll be just like the other times just a different position” 

You cave, settling yourself on top of him, your core inches from his face until he pulls you down so that you’re practically smothering him. 

“Mhmm” he mumbles, sucking on your little bundle of nerves and giving you that first shoot of pleasure through your body, causing a moan to leave your mouth. The sound is like music to his ears.

“Like this baby?”

“Yes daddy” you whimper, watching as he sticks his tongue out, agreeing to let you ride his tongue. So you do. You get comfortable. holding onto the headboard for support as you glide yourself over him, the feel of his flattened tongue is driving you crazy and you’ve gone from soaking to practically dripping in seconds. 

“Fuck, daddy” you cry, needing more, craving more.

“What is it princess?”

“It feels so good”

“You gonna cum baby? Cum all over daddy’s face and make a mess” 

“Yes daddy” 

“So even when i go on that mission, i’ll still be able to taste you”

His words are like bullets, shooting through you and killing you off.

Your end is near and you need it desperately. 

“Right there, keep doing that, oh fuck”

“Give it to me, let that pretty pussy cum princess”

Suddenly, his finger glides into you from behind and seconds later, another one circles your puckered hold, pushing it’s way in. Being careful not to hurt you. But from the look on your face, he can see that you love it.

“Love having both holes played with huh? Such a dirty girl for daddy princess”

“More, please, i need more” you beg, pathetically. 

You’re desperate at this point. You’re so close to finishing that you can see those stars in the distance when you scrunch your eyes closed.

Your hands find purchase in his hair and you’re so caught up in the moment that you don’t realise your hips moving faster and faster. Using his tongue to get you to there.

“Such a dirty baby” he mutters as he takes a break for air, shoving his fingers in and out of both holes, his pace getting quicker by the second.

“Oh shit” 

“You close?”

“Yes. Make me fucking cum daddy”

“You got it baby” he winks, sucking on your clit once again.

The all too familiar feeling arrives, starting at your pussy and running through your body. Your clit pulsates in his mouth as your walls flutter around his finger with your asshole repeating the same action. He keeps them in, thrusting them into you to ride you through your intense high. 

“FUCK YES” you scream, quivering and trying to get off of his face, he doesn’t let you. His mouth continues to work wonders on your sensitive nub, flicking across your whole sex with greed. 

But let’s be honest here when is he not greedy for you? He can’t get enough of you and how sweet you taste. 

He pulls his fingers out and uses his hands to lift you arousal covered hole directly over his mouth. He needs it all, all that you have to offer.

“Steve. Omg” your body shakes and your legs clam down on his head, keeping him there.

He starts to slurp and suck, making ungodly sounds as he cleans you up.

Once he’s finished, he taps your thighs and you get off. Collapsing onto the bed instantly.

“Steve” you pant, earning a low and raspy chuckle from him.

“Yes?”

“What the fuck?”

“Are you okay princess?” the innocent act comes out.

“You didn’t stop, i’m ruined”

“It’s my job to ruin you like that baby” he gets up off the bed, strutting into the bathroom as you lay there, unable to do anything. So you just watch him, his bum jiggling as he goes.

“You need a bath princess?” 

You mumble your response. You hear the bath water running and before you know it, he’s scooping you up in his arms.

“Come on baby, i got you”

He sits on the edge of the bath with you in his arms, waiting for it to finish running before he helps you in. Bubbles galore.

“I have to go now though” he looks down at his hands, he hates leaving and it shows. But you know this is his job. Being with him involves watching him go. Just like how you worry every time he’s away. It’s all apart of being Captain America’s girl. 

“I’ll be back tomorrow though. I love you, you know that right?” he says as he starts changing once he uses a wash cloth to clean himself up, brushing his teeth and styling his hair too.

“I do and i love you too” 

He grabs a hold of his shield, attaching it to his back before he leans down to press a final kiss to your lips and letting it linger.

“Stay safe princess”

“I should be saying that to you Captain”

He smirks, blowing a final kiss as he shuts the door and you hear footsteps through the room and out the front door. You already can’t wait for him to return.

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[ask-80s-rinandlen]

OCTOBERLOIDS2021 OVER:

How did they leave the TV? Fuck you, I don't know. I'm too drained to really draw anything Halloween related. But also even though we're only at 9 out of 10 asks it's time to end the M!A and send Ken home. So imma write about it ( I have some drawings but I ain't drawing a whole damn story).

Ahem...

After pleading guilty for some random crime, the TV began to shift again. Len opened his eyes and noticed that they were back in his living room. Rin was looking around the room and touching various objects, making sure that she was truly back home. Ken was digging through his Halloween pail and shoved some chocolate into his mouth. Luka was passed out on the couch, since she fell asleep during Perry Mason. Len looked at the clock; it was almost one in the morning.

"Ken." He turned his attention to the boy.

"Yeah, daddy?" Len couldn't help but to wince. He tried his hardest to not become too emotionally attached to the child, but as time went on he found himself caring more and more.

"Go put on your jammies, it's time for bed."

Ken began to whine, "Noooooooooo," he cried. "I want candy," he pouted and shoved some M&Ms into his mouth.

Now that was one thing that Len wasn't going to miss. "The candy will be there tomorrow. Come on" Ken continued to pout and Len was started to get annoyed.

Rin, who was tidying up, was watching and really didn’t want there to be any fighting this late at night. "How about this," she crouched down to Ken's level. " Why don't you and daddy have a contest. Whoever puts their PJs on first wins a surprise." Ken wanted the surprise, so he ran off to get changed.

"What's the surprise?"

"Sleep." Rin said, earning a laugh from Len.

Minutes go by and Len was tucking Ken into bed. Ken asked Len to read the TV guide to him, mainly because they didn't own any children's books.

Len obligates and leaves the room. He grabs the TV guide that was on the living room table. "Geez," he mumbled. "I wish that he could just fall asleep."

Len reentered the room and noticed that Ken wasn't in bed. He groaned and waited a bit, thinking that Ken was in the bathroom. Around ten minutes passed and Ken didn't come back. Now even more annoyed, Len headed to the bathroom to check up on him. No one was in the bathroom. Len went from annoyed to ticked off. He really did not want to be playing games at one in the morning.

Len went into his room and saw Rin lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "Have you seen the kid?" He asked her.

"No, threaten to count to three. It always works."

Len went back into Ken's room and tried Rin's advice. Nothing. Now Len was panicking. He looked under the blankets and bed, he closet and any nook and cranny that a five year ago could squeeze into. By now Ken would've started giggling, giving his position away, but there was nothing.

Len sat on the floor and began to shake. "Oh God, not now." He silently pleaded to whichever deity will hear him out. "Just one more day." Rin heard Len hyperventilating and checked to make sure that Len was okay.

She entered the room and took noticed that Ken was still missing. "Where's Ken?" She asked. She looked into Len's eyes and felt her heart sink.

Luka woke up a few hours later, in the early morning. Still wondering just what happened over the night. She went into the kitchen and found Rin and Len looking absolutely devastated. Unknown to her, they've been crying the whole night.

"Just what happened last night?" She started to make a pot of coffee. One of them grunted. Luka sat in silence, sipping her coffee, until Len spoke up.

"Last night was pretty wild." His voice was hoarse.

"Yeah, I still can't believe that we had to fight the smurfs." She smiled at last night's memory.

Len cocked his head to the side in confusion. "The smurfs?" Luka had to explain to them about all of their adventures.

"How much did you drink last night?" He forced a smirk. "Because I remember throwing up in the toilet." It wasn't a complete lie; Len did throw up sometime during his panicking.

"I mean... I don't feel hungover. Actually I feel great." She stretched out her arms.

"Lucky you," Rin mumbled.

"Anyways where is your son?" Luka looked around.

This struck a nerve with Rin and Len, but they kept their composure. "Son?" Len questioned her.

"Don't play with me, I know he's your son. Not your cousin or nephew or some random kid that magical fairies poofed up. Your son, that was convinced from intercorse because that's how babies are made." Luka folded her arms, still a bit upset.

"We don't have a son." Len cringed at his own words. Luka was pissed and was about to say something. "You had a wild night, I mean getting sucked into a TV? That can't happen in real life. And if we did have a son, wouldn't you have seen or heard of him before? You just had a crazy dream." Len tried to convince Luka that nothing actually happened.

Len was making sense to Luka; she was one to have frequent lucid dreams. Also made sense that she passed out on their couch rather then in their spare bedroom or at her own apartment. "I think I need to see a shrink for my dreams." Luka stated.

M!a:over.

[hateswifi]

Everything is Nothing without Her

So imma lose power soon and I wanted to post something before that so that where this came from. May or may not do a second, depends on demand. Hope you enjoy.

The Master: Master List

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He had it all. Everything he’d ever been promised and wanted. He ruled the world, his mother helping him and keeping him on track, his grandfather was actually proud of him. He had it all, but he lost everything. He had become everything his mother had promised. He was, as his grandfather said, the perfect vessel.

That didn’t mean he doesn’t break.

Every night he falls asleep, tears threatening to be shed. Every night he wished he could hold her. 

He wished he could wake up to his annoying brothers and Alfred’s calming presence, back before he was taken back. 

Now, he’s always alone besides when he was making decisions about the fate over those around him. There is another thing he does alone, but that’s because he doesn’t want them to know, he sends out his best men to find her. He may have the world but he doesn’t have his world.

One day two years after he started his rule, he was informed that they had found her. They were under strict instruction not to intercept. He immediately made plans, packed his bag, and left it all behind. When he got to her town, he dropped his stuff off at his hotel and found her apartment. She answered the door with a smile and a child on her hip, the smile fell when she saw it was him.

“You have some nerve,” Marinette said, poking his chest. He stood, stunned she looked as beautiful as the day she walked out, her-- their child-- was beautiful. Her hair long, her face glowing, looking as strong as ever. “You made your choice! That choice didn’t include me.” She finished, turning her back on him. 

“I wanted the best life for us!”

“No, you were caught in the past, you were going down I path I couldn’t follow,” Marinette said, sniffling. He hugged her from behind, he got elbowed.

“Please Marinette, at least tell me about him, is he our child?”

“Does it matter if he is? Will that change anything?”

“I’ve wanted to change everything.”

“Well, actions speak louder than words,” Marinette said, rubbing the baby boy’s back. “I have to put him down for a nap,” Marinette said, walking down the hall. “Please, for me, leave before I’m back.”

“I want to talk! Please Marinette, Angel!” Damian pleads, following her.

“I’m doing what’s best for me and my child,” Marinette said, closing the nursery door in his face. He sighed, went back to the kitchen, he wrote a note.

Dear Angel,

I know I have no right to call you that, but damn it hurts so much to know that I can’t call you that. I want to prove myself to you and him, I don’t care if he’s not, just let me be part of his life. Marinette, I want you to know, I know how it feels to have the world, but I don’t want the world. You are my world and that’s all I need.

I never stopped loving you,

Damian.

P.S. check the news.

She still loved him, no matter how much it had hurt to be alone and to lose him, she couldn’t stop herself. That’s why she ran away, she hid, and why she sent him away. His path was one that she couldn’t bear to follow, especially with her son. She knew if he was around she may not be able to stop herself from making a rash decision, but she did let one stray tear fall as she read his letter. She did as he said and turned on the news.

“Today in international news, Damian Al Ghul stepped down as ruler. He exploded the capital, his grandfather, Ra Al Ghul, and his mother, Talia Al Ghul, found dead on the scene. He left with a preset audio message to post.” The anchor says, shuffling papers. “And now for his message.”

“People of Earth, I’m sorry for all the pain I’ve caused. I was misled by Talia and Ra, but I do not put the blame fully on them because I had support when this all started. She was my world, and I wasn’t able to see that she was enough. I’m stepping down as of now and forever, I apologize for the terror I’ve caused the last two years.”

“And there you have it folks, as romantic as this is. If you see the former leader call the authorities but for today, celebrate our new found freedom and the road,” The news anchor said before switching topics. 

Marinette sat in silence, until an hour later when she heard her son, Oliver, crying. She scrambled to grab him. “Hi, sweetie, Mama is here baby boy,” Marinette said, picking him up. She held him to her chest and sways back and forth.

It wasn’t until a week later she saw him again. She was in the park with her son when she noticed him entering. She tore her eyes away from his direction, hoping that he wouldn’t approach her or even notice her. But luck wasn’t with her.

Ten minutes after he entered, Oliver was getting fussy so she decided to take him home for lunch. He saw her as she walked by and stood up, putting his sketchbook away.

“I’m making spaghetti for lunch if you want to join us,” Marinette called over her shoulder, Damian stood, shocked.

“Umm I would love to,” Damian said, catching up with her. They walked in a tense silence Oliver’s babbling filled the silence.

As soon as she entered the apartment she filled a pot with water and put it on the stove.

“You haven’t told me his name or if he’s mine,” Damian says, sitting on a stool at the island.

“Nope, you have to answer my questions first,” Marinette said, walking into the living room which is an open connection to the kitchen. She grabbed a couple of toys out for Oliver. “Was any of it real?” “What do you mean?”

“What we had, was that even real or was it because I was Ladybug?” Marinette questioned, he still sat at the island, she stood on the other side, the stove behind her, and a sight still on Oliver.

“How could you even ask that?” Damian said, looking up at her, hurt visibly in his eyes.

“Because Ra put a bounty on my head, not too long after you left,” Marinette deadpanned.

“My original intent of approaching you wasn’t good, but a weel after knowing you, I couldn’t go through with the plan,” Damian said, running a hand through his hair. 

“Why’d you even do this? How’d it happen?” Marinette asked, turning her back to him to put the spaghetti boiling water.

“I was sent to live my father for a couple of months when I was younger, but during one of Talia’s attacks, I was taken back. Not too long after that, I died but was resurrected in the Lazarus pit which brought me pit madness. I was sent to Paris a couple of months later, totally forgetting about everything that had happened with my father. I was sent to Paris, and we all know how that went. When I didn’t deliver on schedule grandfather, I tried to explain to you what was happening, but as soon as you heard his plan you left.”

“Ok, you approached me, telling me that you loved me but you had to leave because of your grandfather’s crazy plan to take over the world,” Marinette pointed out. “Honestly I thought I slept with a crazy guy until you came up on the news. I kind of freaked out and left, besides you know, the only other person who knows where I am is Adrien, and maybe those men you sent to find me.” She finished before cursing under her breath. “Baby boy, come here time for numma numms.” Oliver perked up and ran over, she picked him up gave him a kiss and put him in his seat.

“Can I ask you questions now?” Damian asked, looking at the raven-haired boy, his green eye sparkling beautifully looking at his plate of food. 

“Sure shoot,” She says, placing food in front of him.

“What his name?”

“Sweetie, can you tell your dad your name?” 

“Ollie!” he said, picking up a handful of spaghetti, 

“I’m his father?” Damian said, now really looking at the boy. 

“Damian I might have been a bit pissed at you, it didn’t mean I stopped loving you,” Marinette said. “But you have to prove yourself to us before you even consider being in our lives,” she finished sternly. “You also have to get through Adrien.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ever since he found out I was pregnant he’s been there helping me through everything. He took over guardian for me so I could focus on Oliver,” Marinette explained. “He thinks of Adrien as an Uncle and I won’t hesitate to choose him over you because he’s apart of Oliver’s life and because of how much helps he’s been to me. We have family dinner every Sunday, either in Paris or here depending on Oliver.”

“Marinette, I would do anything to be part of your and Oliver’s lives. Heck, I gave up the world domination,” Damian pointed out.

“Well then, tomorrow, you can join us for family dinner,” Marinette said, standing before taking the plates. 

“I would love to,” he responds as Marinette picks Oliver up. “May I hold him?”

“Sure… ummm I have to go get a washcloth and shirt for him anyways. Just watch out or you’ll have sauce everywhere by the time I get back,” Marinette said, handing him Oliver before disappearing down the hall. 

“Hi Ollie, I’m your dad,” Damian, believe it or not, cooed. Oliver put his sauce-covered hands all over Damian’s face.

“Told you so,” Marinette reappeared, holding a wet washcloth and a clean shirt. “Come here, baby boy.” She said holding out her arms. 

She stood him up on the island as she cleaned his shirt. “Arms up!” she said, him doing as she said. She blew a raspberry on his stomach, making Oliver laugh. His laugh was adorably beautiful. He loved seeing Marinette and Oliver interact with each other, it was just so pure and beautiful. She finished pulling off the dirty shirt and put on the new one. “All set Ollie, you can play for a bit.” Marinette said, placing him on the ground before turning to look back at Damian. “You have a bit of sauce here.” She said, pointing at her cheek.

“Here?” he responded, wiping his face.

“No, let me,” Marinette said, picking back up the washcloth. She approached him and wiped the sauce (and totally not cliche) it felt like time slowed down for a minute it was just the two of them looking into each other’s eyes. Marinette goes up onto her tiptoes he leans down and as they were about to kiss. They were interrupted.

“Mama! Play cars?” Oliver asked, snapping them back to reality, oblivious to what was happening.

“Oh.. umm.. Of course, let’s go Ollie,” Marinette stuttered, a blush present on her cheeks.

“I should be going,” Damian said quickly, still flustered. “Just let me know what time dinner will be.”

“Um ok. Bye Damian!” Marinette said, looking at the, now closed, door. “Damn there I go, falling all over again.”

“Damn,” Oliver mimics.

“Heck.”

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my sister was roleplaying in roblox earlier with a friend and she kept saying “just pretend” “Imma do this but you don’t know that” “imma be sitting on top of the pizzeria”. Idk, but quarantine is getting to me.

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Hello my dear lovelies,

Today was another hectic day, 2:05 AM here as I'm typing this post. I wasn't able to get back to some of you who submitted their asks because I mostly left the FS reading in my askbox so I can do it a little later when I have ample rest. It takes a lot of energy and I really need to be grounded when I do those types of readings. I do apologize if it will take some time. I kind of need to recover from my physical fatigue first. Dw, I will definitely do it. Maybe over the weekend, but I try to cross some asks off during my breaks so I won't let my asks sit for long.

I hope you guys won't get mad at me. I'm online anytime tho, you can still send your asks or just send me anything. Thank you very much for your support! ☺️

Imma sleep first because I have a session at 9 am tomorrow. And I need the energy to sustain my training sessions scheduled the whole day.

I love you all, my lovelies.

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Ocean Eyes (Douglas Booth x Reader SMUT!)

REQUESTED/ INSPIRED BY: @xcazzax

WARNINGS: Smut, cursing, mild trigger warning

You know sometimes it’s a good thing to have a friend who can be goofy to the point where he’s a dumbass; it just means he’s willing to do anything to put a smile on your face.

For me that friend is Kells. 

We basically grew up together. He knew me better than anyone else in the world, and honestly, I can’t picture my life without the doofus. We were each other’s first kiss (it was during a game of spin-the-bottle and frankly we didn’t want that moment to happen with anyone else) and first sexual experience (I didn’t trust anyone else with my virginity and thankfully he felt the same). 

We are as close as friends can get but nothing more. For us just being in each other's lives is enough. Especially when things get hard. 

Unfortunately, while we got to know each other physically and emotionally well we also got to know each other mentally. I helped get Kells through poverty, depression, stress, and drug use while he helped me through depression, and suicidal thoughts. We were fucked up and we bore witness to that too many times to count. 

So no matter how hard I tried to downplay my dark thoughts (because I hate worrying him when he has other stuff on his plate) I could never bullshit him.

Hence why I was on the set that fateful day.

I’d had a shit-tastic day a couple days before and that night he called me just as I was about to break down. 

“Hey Kells,” I said trying (and failing) to put on a happy voice.

“Uh oh I know that voice,” he said. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said. You know like a fucking liar. “It’s just been a real long day. I’m exhausted.”

“Uh-huh, and what makes you think I’d buy that bullshit?” Dammit, I groaned internally.

I sighed and finally broke; tears erupting from my eyes. I told him everything. How I caught my boss with his grubby hands in my tip jar and how when I confronted him he said I could always earn my tips back and proceeded to grab me by my ass. I told him how I was close to losing my apartment because the rent is a bitch and a half to pay. I told him how I was tired of everything and just wanted nothing more than to go to sleep and never wake up. 

I blubbered and he, like the beautiful man he is, swooped in to save me.

“Okay here’s what’s gonna happen ‘cause I’m fuckin’ tired of this shit,” he began. “You’re gonna come to set tomorrow.”

“I have work genius,” I said.

“Yeah you do baby girl,” he said. “With me. Fuck waitressing, and fuck that piece of shit boss who’s lucky I ain’t there to beat his ass. You’re gonna come here and help me out on set, and when the time comes you’re gonna join me in the studio and on tour. You love music don’t you?”

“More than anything in the world but Kells…”

“No buts baby girl. Oh and Imma take care of your apartment,” he added.

“Honestly Kells you don’t have t⸺.”

“Yeah I fuckin’ do!” he said. “You’re my best friend Y/N, my homie for life. I fuckin’ love you y’ know? It’s not fair that after all the times you’ve taken care of me I haven’t done the same.”

“You’ve done plenty,” I said.

“Nah. Nah baby girl I haven’t. Now let me take care of you before I send Slim, Dub, and Rook down there to kidnap your ass,” he said. “I’m booking you a flight right now and your ass better be on it.”

He booked the flight and made me swear on my momma not to go back to that shitty ass diner again. I swore I wouldn’t and I didn’t. Mostly because I wasn’t lying when I said I was tired of everything.

Two days later I’m making my way to his trailer. I got in the night before and was still pretty jet-lagged but I fucking needed my dude. 

I knocked on the trailer door and an older man answered. One I recognized from years of obsessing over eighties rock and hair metal. 

“You must be Colson’s girl,” Tommy smiled.

“Y-yeah, well sort of...um…” I said oozing fangirliness. “I’m Y/N.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m Tommy Lee,” he said stepping aside to let me in.

“I know,” I said a little too enthusiastic.

“Man she pretty much has like every record yall ever made,” Kells said from his hair and make-up chair. 

“KELLS!”

“What? You do!” he said before he stood up and scooped me up in his arms. “I missed you baby girl.”

“I missed you too,” I said squeezing him back. He then let me go and stood a couple feet away. 

“So what do you think?”

“You look…” I gave him a once over. He had on a long dark wig and makeup which made him insanely glam. “Fuckin’ hot!”

“Yeah?”

“Dude you’re me of course you are,” Tommy said.

“I promise you once this movie is released there are going to be a lot more girl wanting your dick,” I added. 

Kells laughed. “I’m not so sure about that baby girl. Pretty sure if any of us is getting the honies it’s gonna be Doug.”

“Doug?” I asked.

“He’s playing Nikki,” Kells said.

“And he’s doing a fine job of putting the real man to shame,” Tommy said just as Nikki and a younger man decked out in Motley attire entered the trailer.

“Well fuck you too Tommy,” Nikki said.

“Relax dude you know I love you more,” Tommy said kissing Nikki’s cheek. 

“Yeah yeah,” said the dark wild-haired man. “I’m Nikki by the way.”

“I know,” I said again with a little too much enthusiasm. “I’m Y/N.”

“So you’re the one he never shuts up about,” Doug said. “Funny he never mentioned how perfectly stunning you are.”

Those words with that accent were just too fucking powerful. 

“Damn Doug that even turned me on,” Kells teased. 

“It’s-uh-nice to meet you, Doug,” I said. “Loved you in ‘Worried About the Boy’ by the way.”

“Oh-um-thank you,” he said. 

“Yeah baby girl wouldn’t stop drooling over you bro,” Kells said.

“KELLS!” I snapped at him.

“Just helping a homie out,” he said.

“You were pretty stunning as Boy George I’ll give him that,” I said.

“Nowhere near as stunning as you, I’m afraid. Pretty bird,” Doug said staring at me with his insanely hypnotic ocean eyes. No lie I could hear Billie Eilish singing in my head just looking at them.

“Okay, we get it you wanna fuck. You can stop flirting now,” Kells said.

“Shut up,” I snapped at him.

From that moment everything seemed to fall into place. 

The movie was filmed over the span of a couple months or so and Kells made damn sure I was there for every moment of it. Smooth talker even convinced the director to put me in as an extra during some of the scenes. I got along well with the rest of the cast and even had to contain the fangirl in me once again when I met Iwan (hey he may have been a massive dick but Ramsay was one dick I would gladly ride all throughout Winterfell). He was sweet about it though and quickly became one of my best friends. The same with Daniel.

As for Doug well...he was a different, more interesting story. 

He made it his goal to ensure I always had company. If I were on the sidelines handling Kells’s phone or looking over new song lyrics he came up with Doug (if he could) would come and sit by me. He would talk with me and smile at me making those ocean eyes of his shine to the point where I could hardly look away. If I was in a scene he would sneak a glance at me making me sneakily throw death glares at him so he’d know if he was close to fucking up a scene. We created this balance, this...harmony I guess you can say. Everything felt right when we were together, and I could only hope he could feel it too.

Hell, I even remembered what it was truly like to smile…

“Oh my god just tell him already baby girl,” Kells said one day. We were situated at a hotel and he was due to film the scene where Tommy runs around like a maniac wearing nothing but a leopard printed thong. Which he now wore under an open robe. 

“Tell him what Kells?” 

“Why you gotta bullshit me, babe? You know you can’t so why bother?”

“Remind me why I’m still friends with you?”

“Because you love me and your beautiful god-daughter too much to ever leave us,” he said. “And because we love you too much to let you go.” He then tucked a piece of his wig behind his ear. “That’s beside the point though. You are clearly fallin’ hard for Doug and he is clearly way into you.”

“Yeah...right,” I scoffed at the idea. Doug was a great guy, and perfect...far to perfect to get mixed up in…

“Yo, don’t even do that right now baby girl,” Kells said, elbows on his knees now. 

“Do what?”

“Belittle yourself like that,” he said. “That ain’t the Y/N I know. That bad bitch would never think so low of herself or deny herself what makes her happy. So why it gotta be like that?”

I sighed. “I just...I’m trying to spare us the pain I know is coming. I want to spare us the moment when he realizes I’m crazy and decides he doesn’t want that shit in his life and leaves. Is that so horrible? For me to spare us all that?”

“Yeah, it is. ‘Cause you’re not crazy,” Kells said.

“You of all people know that isn’t true,” I said.

“You’re not fucking crazy a’ight? And Doug...he would NEVER do something that fucked up,” Kells said. “Especially to you.”

“I thought the same about my ex’s,” I muttered.

“Yeah well, I told you they were dicks from the get-go. Doug though...he’s different. He loves you.”

“He is something gorgeous I ain’t gonna lie. Especially inside…”

“You see that’s why I love the idea of you two gettin’ together. That crazy beautiful smile on your face is outta this world,” Kells said smiling at me. 

“Fine I’ll have a little chat with him soon,” I said waving the proverbial white flag as we made our way out the door.

“Promise?”

“Of course,” I said. “Do me a favor though?”

“Name it.”

“Next time you wanna have a serious talk with me how ‘bout you do it when you’re not wearing that,” I motioned at the thong. 

He laughed. “You know you love it.” He wiggled his hips while holding up the robe. 

“Careful there cowboy you’re close to having a ball slip,” I teased.

He shrugged. “Nothing you haven’t seen before.”

I rolled my eyes and followed him to where we were supposed to meet up with the rest of the cast. 

Doug greeted me first with a hug and kiss to the forehead. He held me still as I lost complete control and pecked him on the lips. He was shocked (in fact I’m pretty sure they all were) but kissed back gently. All around us the guys cheered and wolf-whistled (ten guesses as to who did the latter). 

Blushing I pulled back. “Damn that some good lipstick you have on. Shit didn’t smear at all.” 

“Who says I’m wearing lipstick? Maybe you just make my lips blush,” he said.

“Or maybe your make-up girl knows how to recognize the high-end stuff from the cheap Walgreens shit,” I laughed. 

It was like that for the rest of the day.

That night I had a hard ass time trying to sleep. I was so wired and my brain so awake and excited with thoughts of Doug. I decided maybe a walk around the hotel would help clear my head.

The guys and I had rooms on the same floor and from what I could tell they were all sound asleep. If there is a God may he watch over my angels tonight. I silently prayed as I made my way down the hall. When I reached Doug’s room though I stopped in my tracks. There were noises.

“Hey Y/N would you like to maybe accompany me to dinner sometime? No...no I sound like a twat. Y/N, my love, would you like to… No, too posh. Come on Doug you can do this. You were fucking Romeo for fuck's sake!.. ‘Sup Y/N. I was thinking maybe…” He groaned. “I sound like a bloody wanker. God this is impossible.”

I had to fight back a laugh. Like seriously I thought only high school guys in movies did this sort of thing. It was pretty sweet though I have to admit.

I knocked on the door just as he started trying another line. “Doug, you awake?”

He answered the door wearing nothing but boxers (it was a pretty hot and humid night in Georgia). “Hey-uh-what are you doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Mind if I hang here for a bit?”

“No, not at all,” he said stepping aside to let me in. “I was just-uh-.” He cleared off his copy of the script from the bed and sat down. “Practicing tomorrows scene.”

“Dude relax. There’s no need to be nervous around me,” I said leaning against a chest of drawers directly across from where he sat. “If anything I’m the one that should be nervous.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I know what it’s like,” I said nervously. “Watching someone you care about walk away and never come back because your issues were just too much for them.”

“I wouldn’t walk away from you,” he said. “I can’t…”

I sighed. “You know what I’m sorry. I, um, shouldn’t have unloaded all that on you,” I said. 

“No, I’m glad you did,” he said. “I love that you trust me enough to be able to talk with me about it. And I’d like it if you talked with me more.”

“Really?” My heart took off like Kells’s drums. Doug nodded looking up at me with his ocean eyes. My grandfather once told me that the sun reflects in the ocean and the ocean looks on because no one knows the sun better than he. That’s how I felt right then with Doug looking at me as though I were his sun. “Weird.”

“What?”

“We’ve only known each other for a short time and yet it feels like you’re as much a part of me as I am of you.”

Doug blushed and looked down. “You’ll always be apart of me.”

I pushed off the drawers and stepped closer to him. I placed one hand on his shoulder and the other on his cheek lifting his face so he could look at me. I brushed my nose with his before connecting our lips. He kissed back wrapping an arm around me and pulling onto his lap. 

I grinded my heat against his covered length we continued to kiss and touch. Doug slowly moved his lips from my mouth to the skin of my neck. He kissed and sucked on it as his hands slid up my shirt. I pulled back and raised my arms so he could lift it off. He did and tossed it aside before bringing his lips to my breasts. 

“You’re so beautiful, love,” he said between kisses. “So beautiful.”

He hardened beneath me as I kept grinding. Eventually, after he kissed every inch of my breasts, he wrapped his arms around me, picked me up and placed me on the bed. 

He trailed kisses down my stomach until he grasped the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my hips a little and he pulled them off. He brought his mouth down to my heat sending a tingle up my spine. He kissed and sucked on me until I was practically writhing beneath him. “D-Doug I…”

My body tensed up and I released. Happy with the result he moved back up and brought his lips to mine. As we kissed I reached down and tugged at the waistband of his boxers. He knew what I wanted and helped slide them off, tossing them aside with my clothes. His length smacked my thigh, hard and thick. It made me hunger for him.

He grew nervous then. “I-uh-didn’t pack any condoms.”

“It’s okay,” I pecked him on the mouth. “I trust you.”

His body trembled as he reached down and lined himself up with my entrance. “I love you,” he muttered before pushing in. We both moaned loudly as he stretched me and filled me up.

“I love you too,” I whispered clinging to him as he gave me a moment to adjust. After a while, I gave him the okay to move. He did so gently. Thrusting as though he was afraid he would break me.

After a while, I was anything but gentle. When his thrusts picked up the pace a little the feeling was so intense I dug my nails into his back. He groaned but kept at it. My left hand then traveled downward not stopping until it grasped his perfectly round ass cheek. This caught him off guard and with a groaned he thrust right into my sweet spot.

I moaned so loud it was almost a scream and started feeling the tension build up again.

The tension grew and grew. My toes curled and I felt myself tighten around him. Suddenly it was like something inside me snapped. I moaned so loudly I hoped no one was awoken by it, as I covered Doug’s length in my juices. 

Doug’s thrusts became sloppy until with an equally loud, “FUCK! Uh, uh…” he painted the inside of me with his seed. His body trembled as he emptied himself inside me. 

Afterward, he collapsed beside me and enveloped me in his arms. 

I woke up the next morning sore and in bliss. Doug was beside me still slumbering with his arm draped over my stomach. I was about to nudge him awake when someone started knocking violently on the door.

“YO LOVEBIRDS WE’RE DUE AT THE POOL IN TEN!” Kells shouted from the other side of the door, arousing Doug from his sleep.

“GOOD FUCKING MORNING TO YOU TOO, KELLS!” I shouted back. “WAIT… HOW THE FUCK DID YOU KNOW I WAS EVEN IN HERE?!”

“YOU AND DOUG ARE LOUD AS FUCK! DO YOU KNOW THAT?!” Iwan shouted slightly annoyed. 

“IT’S LIKE TRYING TO SLEEP TO A BLOODY PORNO MATE!” Daniel chimed in.

I cringed so hard as Doug chuckled beside me.

“SORRY!” Doug and I shouted back at the same time. 

“Jinx you owe me a shag,” Doug said getting on top of me.

“That’s not how it goes babe,” I laughed.

“I know,” he said kissing my swollen lips. “Still want a shag though.”

“Maybe later when they’re not spying on us,” I said.

“LATER SOUNDS GOOD!” Kells answered for Doug.

“Honestly I dunno how you survived all these years with him,” Doug said getting out of bed. 

“With great difficulty and weed,” I said following him to the bathroom. We took a quick shower, barely managing to not go for round two right then and there, and got dressed (Doug loaned me some clothes so I would have to double back to my room). Once we were ready we opened the door to reveal our three idiots waiting in the hall with stupid smiles plastered on their faces.

“Dude I’m only gonna say this once. She was and is my homie first. So if you hurt her I won’t hesitate to kill your ass,” Kells said staring down the much shorter Brit. “Deal?”

“Trust me if I hurt her I’ll kill my fucking self and spare you the trouble mate,” Doug said. 

Kells relaxed then and smiled. “Welcome to the family bro.”

I watched as the two loves of my life embraced forever sealing our bond as a family. 

And we were. We truly were.

Just me, my best friend, and my ocean eyed lover.

Together forever, no matter whatever.

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Ronan flies out to Cambridge on a Thursday afternoon. 

It’s the middle of October, first semester of university, the place where Adam’s fighting and sweating and succeeding as always in Harvard. proving wrong some invisible force that continues to envelop him whole in ways Cabeswater could’ve only dreamed of. (Sometimes, when Ronan can’t sleep, and he’s watching the ever rigid tension seemingly woven into Adam’s shoulders, he wants to ask if that invisible force has the shape of Robert Parrish, and if Adam could ever escape that particular demon. But Ronan never asks and Adam never leads on and that’s enough most of the time.)

Stepping out onto the terminal, Ronan checks his watch— a fancy, leather banded thing with an Italian name. The exact replica he’d once seen Niall dawn. It’s just turned a quarter after three, Adam’s stuck in his lecture till at least half past four, so instead of waiting Ronan waves down a cab and gives the address to the campus.

It’s a miserably rainy New England autumn day, chilly and pouring and all the things Ronan hates. 

Fuck.

It’s not even a school break or anything like that. The only reason why Ronan’s even here, and why Adam agreed to take a voluntary day off is because last week— during one of their insanely frequent Skype sessions where Adam would work on his assignments and Ronan would dick around the farm, punctured by their occasional conversations— Adam had stated, in that measured, stripped down way of his, that they were nearly reaching their one year mark.

“Fuck out here?” Ronan had balked, which in Ronan terms means he snorted with a considerably less snarl. “Who would’ve bet on that?”

“I would have,” Adam says, and fuck, Ronan fucking hates shitty technology because now instead of it just being their stupid voices Adam can see the way those simple little words have elicited an insanely embarrassing response from Ronan. Cheeks and ears infused red and pale eyes darting anywhere but at the screen, thinking that it would probably reck him if he got to see the look on Adam’s face and not be able to kiss him right then. 

“Me too,” he softly confesses. 

“You know Lynch,” Adam had begun with that customary, shit eating charm Ronan was much more comfortable with at this particular moment. “Most normal couples celebrate that kind of shit.”

“You saying we’re not normal Parrish? Because I take that as a fucking offense.”

“I dunno,” Adam levels him with a look through the laptop monitor, low voice transforming to a husky, Henrietta drawl. “You wanna celebrate or not?”

That had been what spurred Ronan on to buying a ticket that night, and what brought him to this hellish fortress of highfalutin  academics and the bratty kids of senators and ambassadors   and millionaires who think of university as merely a downtime until they can get that pretty little superlative to smack on some inconsequential resume.

Except no, this isn’t the ninth circle of hell because Adam’s here, and that makes everything pretty alright.

~*~

Adam meets Ronan at a coffee shop cusping the campus’s borders and nearly topples over his drink when he crashes his lips against Ronan’s as soon as the laws of physics would allow it— a cacophony of lips and teeth and spit that makes Ronan’s toes curl.

“Fucking settle the fuck down Parrish,” Ronan scolds with no actual heat, as if he weren’t meeting every peck with the same amount of fervency, as if his hands weren’t patting up and down his face and locking in his hair, this edge of desperate.

“Embarrassing ya?” Adam teases, nudging their noses together. 

“Sorry to break it to ya lover boy, but You’re always fucking  embarrassing me.”

Adam only leers, carding an appreciative hand through Ronan’s grown out locks. “Lover boy? Hah, i like that. Imma gonna have to use that.”

“I fucking dare you.”

Adam tips back his head with laughter, and Ronan decidedly stays quiet, pretends that the sound isn’t all the golden and splendid and wonderful things he’s ever known strung together, like the most beautiful instrument.

Sometimes Ronan reminds himself that no, he did not in fact dream Adam.

~*~

They do not fucking hold hands all the way to Adam’s dorm because that is totally lame and wimpy and for fucking dorky little bitches. 

But if their pinkies are hooked into one another’s… Well then, who the fuck is even asking?

~*~

“I swear to God Ronan!” Adam reprimands, face set in a scowl and swatting Ronan’s hand away from where it was cupping his ass while Adam was trying to gather the last of his things to throw in his duffle.

“Hey, don’t swear to your creator prick.”

Adam just waggles his tongue at him and Ronan dips down to bite it, which then leads to Adam giving a curious tug onto Ronan’s  hair, making the dreamer moan and Adam get this sharp, instinctive gleam to his eyes that always means trouble in the most spectacular of ways. 

Half an hour later Ronan’s lounging lazily on Adam’s twin sized bed while the aforementioned boy is zipping up the last of his necessary belongings and cursing at him to “Get the fuck up already.”

“Alright, alright madonna, don’t put your fucking panties in a twist.”

“Pretty misogynistic smack for a dude who just had my dick up his ass like ten minutes ago.”

“Yo, I like what I like, doesn’t mean I can’t still pound the face of any fuck that tries getting at me,” Ronan sniffs, mock indignant.

Adam only snorted, letting out a dry breath that tells Ronan that he’s reluctantly amused.

“Fine whatever, you’re an enigma rapped in a contradiction,” Adam waves him off in a universally recognized shooing away motion, making Ronan role his eyes while slipping back on his boxers and jeans. “my point still holds, if you can’t say it in front of Blue, reckon you can’t say it at all.”

“What a peachy bit of advice honey dumplin,” Ronan says in a falsetto, putting on his best imitation of Adam’s accent he can. 

“You. Are. A. Piece. Of. Shit.” Adam tells him between sugar cloaked kisses that taste like coffee and blueberries and the splendor of The Barns at dawn.

Collecting their things and locking up his dorm, the pair don’t make it down the hall before being accosted by another student. An objectively pretty student with long curly hair wrapped into a messy topknot, and warm dark skin, with even darker eyes that have this impossible glittering to them. 

Ronan hates her right on sight. 

“Adam! Oh thank God!” She crows, and Ronan most certainly does not appreciate the way it’s like she can’t help but run her eyes up and down his person before settling on his face, features going soft as she spoke to him.

“Hey Kat,” Adam greets, and Ronan is savagely proud that it’s with distinctly less enthusiasm. “whats going on?”

“Professor Gomez! I completely and totally lost the paper where i wrote all the junk he wanted for our presentations! And I’m totally wigging out because it’s too late to email him now and I haven’t started! And I don’t even remember what he even kinda wanted! Like fuck! I know he’s old but learn how to put shit online right? And I’m just such a mess and—“

Adam rises up a hand, lips quirked in an amused half smile. “Aren’t you presenting tomorrow?”

“You see my dilemma then!” She presses, big, caff like eyes pleading with him. 

“I don’t know how you put yourself through so much pressure the night of.”

“We’re all not geniuses like you Parrish,” she says in what Ronan bets was meant to be a scoff, but instead came out fond and self deprecating.

“Thankfully not,” Adam winked.”Let me grab my notebook from my room, I don’t need it anymore anyhow.”

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” She almost gushed.

“Course,” Adam says before turning slightly so that he’s only looking at Ronan, one eyed quirked in silent command for him to stay put. Ronan’s answering twist of the lips— telling him that he’s not his fucking keeper— must’ve not had the same bite behind it as intended because Adam only chuckles before elbow checking him and pivoting around back to his room. 

Just as soon as he’s out of ear shot the inevitable, exceedingly awkward, silence basically collapses between Ronan and this new girl who’s distinctly apart of Adam’s life that Ronan is separated from. 

Again, Ronan decidedly does not like her.

“So, ah, I’m Kat,” she tries to introduce, as if Ronan gave one singular fuck. “And you must be Adam’s boyfriend…  Ronan?”

Something warm and content coils deep in Ronan’s gut at the idea that Adam’s spoken about him to his college friends, to this girl in particular. That they know of him and could probably rattle off a few superficial facts about him that Adam’s told them. It makes him feel relevant, thought about. Makes him feel like Adam misses him nearly as much Ronan does him.

But this intruder doesn’t need to see the pleasure that causes.

“No shit,” he says with venom. “What gave it away? The just got fucked hair he’s sporting or the fact his jeans are sagging enough so you can see him wearing my Calvin boxers.”

In an instant, something passes through the girl’s, Kat’s, eyes, her mouth set in a straight line and posture stiff. 

“No actually, I just got a distinct, woe with me, tragic white boy with a past vibe from the little bit of descriptions Adam’s managed out, and well, you seem to fit that quite nicely.”

Ronan doesn’t mean for the huff of laughter to spill out his lips, but it does, and he may or may not hate her just a little less.

“Sorry,” she says with a grimace, falling back to a more relaxed stance. “That was rude.”

“What the fuck ever,” Ronan shrugs, snide.

“Right,” she nods, worrying on her bottom lip. “Well, ah… Adam’s doing great here.”

“Did I ask for your assessment on how’s Adam doing?”

“The way you were smiling at him before I interrupted and how you stared after his ass when he left was question enough,” Kat sniffs, and no never mind. Ronan definitely does not like her, not even slightly. 

“Fuck off.”

“He’s like flourishing,” she continues, as if completely impervious to Ronan’s nasty attitude. And fuck, he’s actually worried that Sargent’s taunting might’ve been right and love has made him soft. Or maybe this chick is just made out of some hard stuff, which then of course leads to the subsequent question of how is it that Adam seems to attract the impossible to him like he’s some sort of ley line all his own.

“Pardon me if I think you saying he’s flourishing is a load of bull shit considering you’ve known’m for like a hand full of weeks. And I own a fucking farm, I know what bull shit looks like.”

She pulls a face but charges on anyways, only ducking her head ever so slightly. Ronan supposes that’s as much of a concession as he’s ever gonna get from her. 

“Okay, point, that’s reasonable. But still, he’s changed, even just from that distant, aloof boy from my orientation group back in August… He’s like open up to some people in like certain ways… I mean like sure yeah it’s all really basic rudimentary stuff about’m, but like at least he’s letting people in? Yah know?”

Ronan does know, he knows probably better than anybody— even Gansey and Blue— that the one thing Adam hates is talking about himself, that he prefers the cold exterior to ever letting someone all the way in. They’re working on it, Ronan’s not exactly a walk in the fucking park either… 

Ronan nods to her, nods and ignores the all too familiar gleam to her eyes and touch of color to her cheeks. He looks at her and pretends he doesn’t remember that expression looking back at him in the mirror for sophomore and junior and a good chunk of senior year too, until he realized he might’ve had a chance.

“Yeah,” he tells her, watches as she darts her gaze anywhere but at him. “I know.”

She lets loose some of the static in the air with a little cough, and Ronan is thankful for it. 

“But yeah,” she continues on as if nothing had passed. “He’s a life saver, this Spanish class is way harder than they let on. I mean I know he says his Ma didn’t speak much of it at home but like you must’ve heard considering you guys went to school together. Like some of the dialect is just innate, I swear. I mean I think the ability to role your Rs is an abomination, and I’m like so jealous.”

She continues on with her nervous chatter, but Ronan doesn’t take any of it in, he’s still stuck on the bit where she made it seem as if Adam had some natural inclination to the language at hand…. As if his mother spoke it or something. And well, Ronan was never made privy to that, like ever, and he doesn’t know how he should feel about that. The fact that she, this random college friend, knew something Ronan definitely did not about the boy he’s suppose to be in relationship with.

She trails off and Ronan doesn’t need to turn around to know it’s because Adam’s finally returned. 

“Stuff highlighted in yellow are the requirements, orange’s the supplemental readings that should help, and green’s extra credit.”

“Oh God! Thank you Adam!” She squawks, full of glee when she leaps into his arms. “I could totally kiss you right now, ya know if your totally ripped, completely cross boyfriend weren’t standing right here… Hah, ah that was a joke, if it wasn’t clear…” She directs that part to Ronan and he just bares his teeth at her. “Oh, okay then.

With another round of thank yous, Kat waves goodbye. “See you in class tomorrow for my inevitably amazing presentation!”

“Oh, ah actually I won’t be there. Me and Ronan are going out to the city tonight for a long weekend,” he jostles his duffle as if to prove a point and Kat instantly smiles. 

“Are you telling me that Adam Parrish is taking an actual day off? Under his own free will?”

“I am,” he laughs.

“I’ll make sure to take you worthy notes then.”

“Appreciate it.”

“Can we get the fuck going before we completely miss our train?” Ronan interjects, only partially meaning it.

“You got yourself a real peach Parrish,” she harrumphs before walking off.

Adam glowers a total of three and a half minutes before dissolving into peals of laughter at a face Ronan makes at him. 

“Dork.”

“Dumbass.”

.-

The hotel suite is nice, nicer than the pictures on line lead on, and nicer than Adam would’ve ever allowed if he had any say, but Ronan’s trying to be fucking romantic or what the fuck ever, so he paid for it without telling him and he told Parrish to shove a dick down his throat when he started chiding at him for being so lavish— so not Frugal, so not him— with his money… And well.

“You taste like dick,” Ronan snarks, as cheeky as a snake can get, and Adam just throws him the bird when he leads down for another kiss.

“I’ll tell Gansey you don’t like his flavor,” Adam goads.

“Hey! What the fuck did I say about bringing up Gansey or any of them when our dicks are touching?”

“Huh, I dunno?” Adam blinks, faux owlish. God, Ronan’s in love with such a sarcastic asshole.

“I hate you and this is over.” Ronan tells him, matter of fact.

“Sounds reasonable,” Adam says, unimpressed while he gets up. The dim light of the room caresses the soft lines and flat planes of his beautiful face, skirts across the dips and valleys of his shoulders and stomach muscles and brings out the specs of gold in his hair. Ronan thinks back to earlier that day when Adam had teasingly called him an enigma, and silently laughs to himself, because Adam knows him. Adam knows the gears and slings that operate in his body and the staples of his life that sing in his soul. The memory of his parents, Matthew— reluctantly Declan too— The Barns, Adam himself. 

Adam knows all the intimate bits that string Ronan together but sometimes Ronan wonders if it’ll ever be a mutual trade. 

Adam’s always been beautiful to him, like a favorite piece of art that you can’t quite make out behind all the shadows, but now Ronan thinks that he’s also just as riddling as some of those posh paintings that hang up in places like The Whitney, the ones that Niall always pointed out in wonderment when he took his boys during their frequent family trips to New York City. Yes, Ronan thinks Niall would’ve been very much intrigued by Adam if they had ever met.

Swallowing down a lump he can feel start to form, Ronan breathes in before speaking, afraid that his voice might crack like some fucking ballerina.

“That Kat chick is fucking annoying.” Is what he decides to blurt out. 

“She’s not so bad once you get to know her,” Adam admonishes, redressing into a pair of Ronan’s slightly too long sweats. “She’s ambitious though, already the secretary to the Black Student Union and is running for a senate seat for student government.”

“well la-di-da,” Ronan snarls, derisive.

“Someone’s sour after a phenomenal BJ, if I do say so myself,” Adam counters, picking up the clicker and flipping on CNN to the muted tv.

There’s a thousand thoughts warring inside of Ronan’s head right now. Cursing at Adam and just moving on with the conversation and their weekend. Cursing at Adam and staying in his admittedly foul mood. Asking Adam just how many of these impossibly pretty, impossibly bright college kids are flirting with him while he stays oblivious. Asking him if he regrets having a ball and chain back in Henrietta. But what eventually clammers out his throat in a burning fury and pours from his lips is something that’s been nagging at him all fucking night long. 

“I didn’t know your mom spoke Spanish?” 

Adam turns around to him, lips pinched and brows furrowed, probably trying to parse out why Ronan sounds so peeved off.

“Ah yeah, I mean like her whole family’s from Mexico, she grew up speaking it.”

“Didn’t know she was Mexican either,” Ronan very nearly barks, hates how this suddenly feels like a betrayal. “So what you’re half Mexican and half…”

Adam’s face goes blank, and Ronan knows he’s annoyed him, truly, now.

“I dunno what the fuck Robert was, a bunch of different white trash shit. Why do you care?”

“You know my fucking heritage.”

“Niall’s a hundred percent Irish, and your ma is hundred percent dream, it isn’t that hard to explain.”

“And yet you couldn’t explain that your mom was Mexican.”

“You couldn’t guess from a name like Claudia Flores?”

“So what, her fucking name is hispanic, how am I suppose to pick out from which exact country or if she actually spoke it.” Ronan doesn’t know how to be any more clear about this.

“I don’t know why you’re so mad? What is the big deal here?”

“You’re fucking college girlfriend knew and I didn’t?” Ronan finally says, feels the piercing in his chest begin to dissipate at the light of understanding starting to come over Adam’s face.

“You are such a fucking idiot.” He tells him, astonished.

“Real nice prick,” Ronan scrambles off the bed, hates how vulnerable he is just lying there. “Just go fuck off.”

But before Ronan could storm into the bathroom he feels Adam’s hand— long fingers and rough edges— circling around his wrist, gentle, like a question.

“Ronan you’re an idiot because you seem not to understand just how much I fucking love you.”

Ronan stays facing the door, refuses to show Adam what kind of an effect he has on him, how his face goes blotchy and throat feels like it’s constricting. 

“Fuck off Parrish,” Ronan repeats, though it’s in a much quieter tone.

“I don’t know how to convince you to the truth,” Adam continues to speak as if Ronan hadn’t interrupted, tugging on him so he turns around and they’re face to face, blue eyes boring into blue. “I’m in love with you, I think I was in love with you before I knew even I could actually feel it…. That I wasn’t my father and that I actually got to have you. You’re amazing Ronan, you’re everything.”

Adam breathes out, like he’s marveling at him, and Ronan can barely handle the wonderment in his eyes, the way he’s holding and gazing at Ronan like he’s something fragile, something precious. Something he’s in love with.

“Whatever,” Ronan finally huffs out before snaking his arms around Adam’s still naked torso and kissing him to an inch of his life. 

“I love you too,” Ronan eventually says once they’re back in bed, and his head is propped on Adam’s chest where he can hear the fluttering of his heartbeat, and Adam’s tracing small circles on his back. 

He doesn’t think either of them really understands how much the other feels in it’s entirety, but he’s ready to spend an eon to try.

[raspberrytummytickles]

Giggle Monster

Title: Giggle Monster Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Sam, Dean, (little) Bobby Summary: Ticklish!Dean; Sam comes up with a new nickname for his big brother’s adorableness.

A/N: HEYO! I'm so sorry I haven't written anything lately! Ahhhhhh! So much has been going on. Hope everyone was safe during Hurricane Harvey and Irma! Literally, I just got my power back today. So this fic came up between me and my beautiful girlfriend Stephanie (@mattsmithwhovian) and so I decided to actually turn it into a fic! YAY! 

Sequel will either be up later or possibly tomorrow but don't take my word for it, I have no schedule for these things XD

Sam has been having one of the best weeks of his life. Dean and himself have been staying at their Uncle Bobby’s place for the time being. Their father caught a trail on the Yellow-Eyed Sonuvabitch and promptly dropped his two kids off at Bobby Singer’s Salvage Yard. The old man was really just a badass teddy bear. Of course, Dean was pouting and sulking; he wanted to go with John. Personally, Sam was happy his 18 year old brother was forced to stay behind. It meant Dean was safe. 

Bobby, sensing Dean’s bad mood, decided that they would be going out for lunch in hopes of cheering Dean up a bit. Dean shrugged but Sam was excited. He was surprisingly really hungry.

“Coooome oooooon,” Sam whined, already opening the front door. “I'm actually hungry so pleeeeeease?”

Dean chuckled at his little brother, mood lifting slightly and purposely walked slowly to the door, sending Bobby a wink. Sam glared at his brother before slapping on his puppy eyes and pouty lip.

“Pwease De?” Sam tried.

The older brother rolled his eyes and walked faster, “I hate those puppy eyes.”

“No you don't,” Sam waved him off, waiting for Bobby to unlock the door to his old pick up truck. Sam slid into the backseat, ignoring Dean’s smirk.

“At least you’re learning your place when it comes to the car.”

“Hey! I was trying to be nice!” Sam whined. “You were having a bad day so I wanted to make you feel better.”

Dean’s eyes softened lightly, “Thanks Sammy.” Dean reached over slightly and squeezed Sam’s knee. Sam yelped and grabbed Dean’s arm, pulling it away and poking his armpit. Dean squealed at the surprise attack, yanking his arm back.

“You boys are such children,” Bobby snorted.

“Well, we are technically teens, though I guess Dean may be four in a teens body,” Sam chuckled, the mood turning mischievous. He reached around the car’s passenger seat and lightly tickled Dean’s sides. Dean tried shifting away from Sam’s hands but didn't have anywhere to go.

“Fuhuck ohoff, Sammy!”

Bobby rolled his eyes, “You’re both as bas as each other.”

“This is why you get the passenger’s seat, little giggle monster!” Sam cooed. “That’s what imma start calling you!”

“Sahaham! Stahahap!”

“What’s wrong, giggle monster? Is giggle monster a little ticklish?” Sam asked, nudging his fingers into Dean’s ribs.

Bobby smiled at Sam from the rear view mirror, “Pretty sure Dean’s gonna make you regret doing this as soon as we park.”

“Then I’ll take advantage of it as much as I can.”

“Sahahammy!”

“Tickle tickle giggle monster~!”

“You have a death wish, ya idjit,” Bobby shook his head.

“Dohohont!”

“Don't what, giggle monster? Don't tickle your ticklish sides? What about your neck?” Sam lightly fluttered his nails along Dean’s neck. “Does giggle monster want his tummy tickled?” Sam reached as far as his seat belt let him and prodded Dean’s belly before going back to his normal position. “Greedy giggle monster wants all the tickles.”

“StahahaHAHAHAP!” Dean laughed, the teasing putting him on edge. He hated Sam’s teasing. It cause a stirring in his belly, a tingling sensation that made him, unwillingly, feel excited.

“Greedy greedy, giggle monster,” Sam sighed, ignoring Deans pleas. “Giggle monster has the cutest giggles in the world with the bounciest freckles. Awww, is giggle monster blushing?” 

“Bohobby!” Dean squealed with a whine. “Make him stahahap!”

“I would...but its keeping you from being a pain in my ass, so I might just leave you,” Bobby chuckled lightly.

“See giggle monster? It’s Bobby approved!” Sam cheered and dug hard into Dean’s sides, thumbs rubbing into his lowest set of ribs. “So giggle monster gets all the tickles!”

Dean shrieked and tried to curl up, but his seatbelt was making it difficult. Sam laughed along with his big brother, poking wherever he could reach. He couldn't remember the last time Dean actually giggled this hard and it made Sam’s chest feel light that he was making Dean react this way.

“I love you, giggle monster! Do you love me?” Sam asked. Dean shook his head, giggling madly. “Aww, no love me?” Sam fake cried, squeezing Dean’s sides with every sniffle.

Dean tried to kick out, but ended up just hitting the trucks dashboard. 

“Oi! My truck!” Bobby reached over and squeezed Dean’s knees before focusing back on the road.

“Ahaha m’sahaHAHARRY!”

“Say you love me and maybe I’ll stop,” Sam compromised.

“Okay ohokay I lohohove you!” He panted out between shrieks.

“Love you too, giggle monster!” Sam cheered, tickling Deans neck.

Unfortunately, Sam’s time was up as Bobby parked the car. Sam pulled his hands back and smiled at his older brother, catching Dean’s exhausted eyes in the rearview mirror. So, he might be tickled to oblivion, it was worth it to see Dean smile.

He was the cutest giggle monster ever, anyway.

~Fin~

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14

Wild, wild, wild When I’m with you, all I get is wild thoughts Wild, wild, wild When I’m with you, all I get is wild thoughts

DJ Khaled ft. Rihanna

I tapped my acrylic nail against the desk repeated, looking down at my phone every so often. It was 12:36 and my professor was officially her time limit. If it was a regular day, I wouldn’t mind the extra time to finish taking my notes. But today was the last day and all she was doing was thanking us for taking her course and how much she enjoyed having all of us as students.

I wish we could say the same. She was crazy. The way she graded almost caused a lot of us to fail. I thank the Lord I came out with a ‘B.’ Anyways, she needed to hurry it up. I didn’t have work today, so the fact that I could go home and not worry about school for a couple weeks had me happy and in a great mood. But she was messing it up.

“Well, if all hearts and minds are clear, everyone is free to go.” She announced. I sighed and said my goodbyes to the few people that I did speak to during the semester. I exited the room and plugged my earphones, instantly Kehlani’s voice drowned the hustle and bustle of the hallways.

I fished around in my bag trying to find my keys as Kehlani sang about how much of a good woman she was for a man not to appreciate her. It was probably one of my favorite songs on the album because I could relate. I wasn’t gonna ever settle for a man I knew I was way too good for.

I found my keys and stuck them in my back pocket before texting Amari and Adrienne, letting them know I was finally out of class. Amari and Adrienne were… a thing now? I was guessing at least. They were having sex with each other and only each other. It was weird as hell to me. 

They liked each other, had sex, slept at each other’s house from time to time… but they weren’t together. They both admitted to me, separately of course, that they just wanted sex from each other. But I felt, deep down, that was some bullshit. They were growing feelings more and more for each other every time they spent time together, had sex, and were in each other’s presence. 

Considering I hadn’t seen them since them since about a week and a half ago at the party, we were gonna try to link up either today or later this week. Adrienne and  were going to the nail salon sometime today, and I would get to see my bestfriend this weekend. 

I texted Adrienne and let her know I would be going home for a little, and then I’d meet her after she got off work at 3. It was hot as hell outside, and I thanked God for my choice of high waisted jeans, crop top and sandal combo. I slid in my car, and made sure to set the air condition on high before pulling off. 

Before heading straight home, I decided to stop at Chipotle. A chicken bowl was calling my name. I found a parking space, and got out quickly, still keeping my headphones in my ear. This time Tee Grizzley was in my ear talking about how niggas had been praying for his downfall. I really don’t know who I thought I was listening to music like this.

I ran my hand over my hair making sure I looked alright before swinging the door open. I joined the semi-long line and pulled m phone from my pocket to pass the time. I was strolling through my Instagram feed when I felt someone touch my arm. I pulled one of my earphones and turned to see Jelani. 

“What’s up Z?” He through his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in for a hug. “Hey.” I replied softly. He let me go and I settled back into my spot in line. “I ain’t seen you since the pool party, where you been at?” “School.” I shrugged. Our conversation was dry, due to me, but that was because Jelani could take someone’s ears off if you’d let him. Also, he was thirsty as hell. 

“So, what’s up with me and you?” He smirked. See? I rolled my eyes. “The same as always, Jelani. Nothing.” I moved up a few steps in line. “Here you go, being stuck up again.” He chuckled. I rolled my eyes and instead of giving him the attention I knew he wanted so bad, I slipped my earphone back in my ear and picked another song. 

When it was my turn to order, I turned my music down, and told the employee what I wanted in my bowl. I made sure to get guacamole on the side to eat with my chips. I couldn’t wait to get home. I skipped getting a drink, I needed to be drinking more water anyways. I paid for my meal, and left without saying goodbye to Jelani. 

Getting home took no longer than ten minutes. I kicked my shoes off in the living room, sat my food down on the coffee table, and went to the kitchen to grab a water bottle. When I returned to the living room, I pulled my jeans off, sat and crossed my legs before turning on the TV. I reached for my guac and chips first, before dipping into my bowl. 

While I snacked, I watched Omarion and Marques Houston get down in You Got Served. I watched as Liyah introduced her bestfriend, ‘ And that’s with two “L"s. You gotta accentuate the "L"s. You know, let it roll off your tongue.’” I recited from memory. BET played this movie way too often for me not to know it. 

Once I was stuffed, I put the rest in the fridge and made sure to grab a blanket from the closet in the hall. I got comfortable on the couch and I wasn’t too sure, when I closed my eyes. 

I woke up disoriented and my head was pounding. Someone was at my front door, knocking like the police. I didn’t know what day it was. What time it was. Nothing. I noticed the sun had went down, and I was confused as hell. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I stopped the time on the cable box. 9:59 pm. There was no way I sleep for a whole seven hours. 

Someone was still knocking at the door. I groaned and wrapped the blanket around myself and slowly made my way over to the door. I didn’t even bother to look through the peephole. I swung it open and was surprised to see Bryson. 

I hadn’t seen him since the pool party. And even then, we didn’t speak to each other. Despite him saving me and removing that creep form the party, I hadn’t said one word to him. It was just so awkward, at least on my part. After it was all said and done, I wanted to. But, he looked like he was back to enjoying himself and not even thinking about me so, I just kept quiet. 

No matter if we were speaking or not, I always took it upon myself to take him in. He had his iPhone to his ear, his grill was in, donning an all black ensemble with a denim jacket. It made no sense how attractive he was.

“Yeah, I’m looking at her right now.” He spoke to whoever was on the phone. I cocked my brow. Who was he talking to? “Alright, hold on.” He handed the phone over to me. “Hello?” I answered. “Zemora! What the fuck?!” I recognized Naomi’s voice. “Everyone has been calling your phone all day! What happened to you? Are you okay?” 

“What? I’ve been at home all day. I just woke up.” I ushered Bryson in the house while I searched for my phone. It was on the coffee table, and when I picked it up and tried to unlock it, I noticed it was dead. “Adrienne called me asking for you cause y’all were supposed to be going somewhere today. She said she texted and you never answered. Called a million times and you never answered. She said she even came by and no one answered the door.” 

My eyes bulged, I could not have been this tired. “I was staying at Kai’s tonight and I was gonna come check, but my brother said he was in the area and said he’d drop by to check. Thank God you’re okay.” “I’m sorry I had y’all worried. My phone died and I didn’t even know. Thank you for checking on me.” I said. 

“It’s nothing, Z. Seriously, just make sure you keep your phone charged.” “Okay, mom.” I laughed. “Tell Adrienne I’m fine, okay? I gotta charge my phone and then I’ll text her.” “Okay. Good night love.” “Good night.” I replied before the call ended. I handed the phone back over to Bryson. 

“Thank you for checking on me.” I said. “No problem.” He nodded. Without saying another word, he stood to his feet and was making his way to the door. “Bryson.” I called out to him. “Yeah?”  “Um, are you busy right now? Can we talk?” “Uh,” He started. He rubbed his hand over his head for a second. “I got something I gotta deal with right now, yeah.” 

“Oh.. okay then.” I replied disappointed. “Yeah.” He replied dryly. I followed him to the door, ready to lock it. But, he stopped once he was about to step out. “I don’t know what time imma be done, but I can come back when I’m done. Cool?” Seeing that I knew I wouldn’t be going back to sleep anytime soon, I had no problem with it. “Yeah, that’s fine.” I nodded. “Alright, I’ll be back then. Charge your phone before my sister send the police over here.” He laughed before stepping out. 

I took the time that he was gone to try to find something for this headache, after putting my phone on the charger of course. I popped some ibuprofen and also took a nice, hot, long shower. I felt refreshed when I stepped out. I pulled my hair into a ponytail, and made sure to moisturize my skin. I opted for something comfortable to wear for the rest of the night. 

I was clean, comfortable, and now I just needed some tea. I retreated to the kitchen and heated some water up quickly. While I was scanning my cabinets for the different boxes of teas that I had, my phone vibrated repeatedly on the counter. 

“Adrienne, I am so sorry!” “Z, I don’t wanna hear that bullshit. You scared me! I thought someone kidnapped your ass!” She huffed into the phone. “I knowww! I’m sorry. Thank you for checking on me.Are you busy tomorrow? We can go before work.” “Um, I’m busy tomorrow. Amari and I are going on a date.” I could tell she was grinning from her voice. 

“Like a date date?” I questioned while turning off my kettle. “Yeah.” She giggled like a school girl. “Ohhh, sounds like y’all about to get real serious.” Amari asking Dri on a real date? Yeah, he was really feeling her. “You think so?” She asked shyly. “I mean, y’all already had sex, what’s left?” I laughed. 

“True. Mm, and Lord knows he be putting in work! Oh! I forgot to tell you how he made me squirt the other night! Bitch, he-” “Adrienne! I don’t wanna know about that!” I stopped her mid rant. She kissed her teeth, “I swear I can’t wait until your celibate ass starts having sex again. Then we can share stories and shit.” 

“I don’t ever wanna hear about how Amari fucks you.” I rolled my eyes. That must have tickled her because she fell out in uncontrollable laughter. “Hearing you curse has to be the funniest shit ever.” She cackled. “Leave me alone, Dri. I-” A buzzing sound filled my ears and I pulled my phone away from my ear. 

Bryson: I hope you not sleep 

I let a small giggle leave my lips before responding quickly. “Um, who is texting us this late?” Adrienne inquired. “Bryson.” I answered quickly. “Bryson? Naomi’s Bryson? The one you had a crush on? Ah shit! Y’all talking again?” She asked. “I don’t even know Dri. He’s coming by in a little bit to talk about everything.” 

“Talk? Talk? Sis… It’s 1:34 am. Ain’t no talking going on around these hours. You about to get some penisssss!” I fell out laughing as she cackled on the other end. “I’m so serious Z! my mama always said there was nothing open beside legs at this hour.” She reasoned. “Well, all me and Bryson are gonna do is talk. It’s not going that far.” I told her. 

I pulled a spoon out the drawer before washing it off quickly. I found myself checking how I looked in the reflection on the silver spoon I picked out from the draw either way. 

I lowkey couldn’t help myself. Something about him made me tingle. In all the right places. And no matter if we talked or not, I always found myself thinking about him. How pretty his lips were, how deep his voice was, how buff he was getting lately, how fine he was. I was so attracted to him. And the fact that we were speaking was doing something to me. 

Although we already spoke about what happened the night of the house warming, I felt like we still had more to talk about. More so how I was doing way too much even though he didn’t owe me any kind of loyalty. We weren’t even talking like that so I had no right to be mad. But even with knowing all this, I couldn’t help myself. I was already so attached to him it was ridiculous.

A knock sounded at the door and I knew it was him. “He’s here Dri. Let me call you back later.” “Go get that dick bitch!” She yelled over the phone. I shook my head and ended the call. With all the denying I was doing with Adrienne, I could only hope my body followed my mind through this whole talk.

I opened the door for him, and he stepped in smelling like weed. “What’s up?” He greeted, while I noticed the red solo cup in his hand. I shut the door behind him and followed as he led the way to the living room. He took a seat on the couch while I went to fetch my mug of tea from the kitchen. When I emerged, I noticed the jacket he was wearing when he walked in was now slightly folded and draped over the top of the couch. 

He had to have been hitting the gym these past couple weeks. Not that he was scrawny before, but now, his muscles were literally bulking out of his shirt. I swallowed hard. “So what you wanted to talk about?” He asked as I made my way to the couch. I put my mug on the coffee table and sat a on the other side of the couch. 

“Um, I just wanted to.. to say thank you for what you did at the party. You didn’t have to help me out and I appreciate that.” I said. He nodded, “It ain’t no problem. He ain’t have no reason to grab on you like that.” “Right, right.” I agreed awkwardly. 

There was a whole minute and a half of silence before he cleared his throat. “So, where you been at? I ain’t seen you in a minute.” He asked. “I’ve been here.” I shrugged. “All I been doing is going to work and school. Where have you been?” “Just working.” He shrugged. He held a sexy smirk on his face. 

“Working or avoiding me?” I asked. “Nah, I should be asking you that.” He chuckled. “You ain’t been wanting to see me since that little accident with Cici. Straight up avoiding a nigga.” He laughed. Cici? I was guessing that was the girl’s name. “True.” I shrugged. There wasn’t any use in lying now. 

“And that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I think I was doing wayyy too much with that whole situation. Honestly, you didn’t even need to come over here and explain yourself that night. You didn’t-” “Nah, I needed to. Me and you had a little thing going on, and yeah it wasn’t serious but it was something. Shit looked crazier than it was and you needed to know what happened.” He explained. 

I was still stuck on the fact that he liked me. 

“Look, I don’t get into people too often, but a nigga is attracted to you and I can’t help it. Everything about you is sexy. You smart, you funny, you independent. And the fact that you got a pretty face and a fat ass is a bonus.” He said. I bent over in laugh. That and I was hiding my blush. 

“Come here.” He tapped my foot. I scooted closer to him still leaving a little space in between us, but that wasn’t enough for him. He damn near picked me up and placed me on his right beside him. “I don’t know what the hell it is about you, but you drawing me in. And I barely know shit about you.” I was still blushing. 

“You just gonna sit here smiling or you gonna say something?” He smirked. I hid my face in my hands and giggling. “What do you wanna know?” I asked after I composed myself. “Whatever you wanna tell me.” He answered. 

We started out with birthdays. His was August 15th, which made him a Leo. Hm, an alpha male. I could see it. I wanted to smack myself for even knowing that. Adrienne had been filling my ear with astrology talk and even though I never paid any attention to it, I was soaking up some of the information. 

Favorite colors followed after, then it was favorite foods, music, things we hated, and things we loved the most. His daughter’s name was the first thing off his lips. I thought it was the cutest thing ever. He literally lit up as he told me all about Leilani. Deep down, I wanted to ask about her mom because I really wasn’t with the baby mama drama, but I knew better so I held off. 

“She’s my whole heart, man. I swear I can’t thank God enough everyday for her. And the fact that she acts just like me is a bonus.” He smiled, letting me see his pearly whites. “Yeah, she is a little cutie, just like her daddy.” “You flirting with me Z? Better stop before you make a nigga blush.” 

He had me giggling, before pushing his shoulder playfully. He chuckled before reaching for his red solo cup. “Hennessy?” I questioned. He nodded, “Want some?” “Nope. Not really a drinker.” I let him know. “You smoke?” He asked. I shook my head. “Oh, so you a real good girl then huh?” I rolled my eyes. 

“You mind if I light up then?” He asked. “Nah, go ahead.” I reached for my mug of tea and could instantly feel his eyes all over my behind. “Pictures last longer.” I quipped. He only chuckled as in returned to my upright position. The sound of his lighter went off next. We talked about some more stuff while he finished the blunt, and I could feel myself getting a contact. I was around Amari enough to know what that felt like. 

“You a virgin?” I spit some of my tea out. He was cracking up. “Excuse me?” I managed to say. He kissed his teeth, “What? That’s too bold?” “No, it was just… random? We were talking about colors and now we’re discussing if my cherry has been popped or not?” “Has it?” “Does it matter?” He smirked, “It hasn’t.” 

He was laughing again. “That’s funny?” “My bad, I ain’t laughing at you. Ain’t nothing wrong with being a virgin. So, what is it? You saving yourself for marriage?” He asked. “I’m not saving myself Bryson, I’m not a virgin.” Another smirk. “What?” I questioned the look on his face. 

“Nothing, nothing.” He smiled. He put the roach out and took another sip of his drink, I was still staring at him. “What?” He asked. I gave him a look that said, “Speak your mind.” 

“A nigga was just trying to figure you out. You ain’t a virgin, so that means you one of them quiet freaks.” This time, it was me who was cracking up. “I bet you into some kinky shit.” I was rolling. He figured this out by what? Looking at me? Bryson was really a trip. “Guess you’ll never know.” I shrugged. Instead of replying, he just sent me another smirk.

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George Weasley x Reader

Requested: Yes        By: Anon            Word count: 2,909

     With the ever so lovely Hogwarts being out, for the summer that is, you were getting ready to go to Britain today - England to be exact. You live in America, so once school ended you apparated back home to stay a few weeks with your family, the l/n’s, of course! You had packed a suitcase for the trip with clothes, necessities, and gifts for your boyfriend, George Weasley, and his family. But rather than magicking your suitcase to the Burrow (the Weasley’s if you weren’t aware), you put in your messenger bag that you store all of your other junk in, and it all fit snugly considering it was enchanted to be a room. Aside from that magic bag of yours, you were excited to spend time with your Georgie boy for the last month and a half, summer of 96’, before school started - well, for you anyways. George, along with Fred, had already graduated as of last year when they scared frog-face into toad-face. Beautiful analogy, right? You bet. You kissed and hugged your parents goodbye for the last half of summer, and until next summer possibly, unless you come home during one of your breaks.

     They went through the whole ‘do you have everything in your bag’ fiasco: Bach (your owl)? Presents? Clothes? Books? Robes? Quidditch gear? Wand? Broom? Check times a million, you tell your parents, before hugging them one last time before apparating to Diagon Alley. You stumbled a bit when you arrived, you admit, it’s not something to take lightly when apparating to another country let alone across an entire ocean! You were a little bit out of breath as well, but you straighten yourself before looking at all the people and shops, having missed the sight of both. But one sight you couldn’t miss right now was a shop with a statue? Robot? Doesn’t matter, but what did was it was a ginger man with a top hat that has a rabbit pop out with every other time the hat comes of his head. You grin walking towards it, never having found out whether the man with the hat was supposed to be George or Fred, which was a fun topic to debate whenever brought up.You walk through the door and caused a bell to ring on top of the door, it rather annoying bell you thought. Must enchanted, it’s too malevolent sounding not to be. In fact, one could even say it’s…bellevolent!

“Welcome to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes! How can we be of ser….vice”, you see Fred slide on a ladder along the back wall, before seeing who it was he was greeting. He hopped off the ladder with a grin on his face and go over to hug - I mean squish your insides. “Long time no see, sis! I thought you were supposed to come tomorrow!”

“Yeah but I wrote to your parents and asked if I could come a day early, you know to surprise everyone and they agreed. But it won’t be a surprise if you yell it out for Georgie boy to hear”, you giggled, ending with a more hushed tone to keep hidden from George.

“Ah, I see! But no need to fret little one, Georgie’s in the back, so he didn’t hear me peep a single word outta me mouth” he gave you a pat on the back with his mischievous grin. “Speaking of which, I’ve an idea to get a good surprise from ol’ Georgie boy!”

“I’m listening”

“Alright, stand over here, by the counter…perfect!”

“Now what?”

“Slow your Thestrals, I wasn’t done” he said with a chuckle before pulling out his wand, “Imma need to improve your dress attire”

“I’m offended” you chuckle.

     “Good! Now hold still”, Fred had changed your clothes to match his exactly, and lightened your hair to match his, since yours was red and he’s a ginger. But what you couldn’t tell was he changed your eyes to match his before tucking all of your hair into a top hat that looked like the one outside. “Now, his will either wear off when the hats taken off or maybe a half hour. Maybe? Yeah, that sounds about right. But when George comes just follow my lead, okay? Ah! Speak of the devil!”

     George had came around the corner and looked a little puzzled at first, with the sight of two Fred’s at first glance anyone would.  You look into the reflection of a small mirror on the wall and couldn’t help but chuckle, and it didn’t sound like Fred’s chuckle so at least you had your voice and body left the same, but he did do a good job creating a ‘copy’ of himself.

“Oi! Georgie, come over here! Looky who I found!”

“Fred, you never told me you had a twin brother!”

“Oh, but I did! Remember I told you how ugly and how much of a git he is!”

“How could I have forgotten!”

     You had to laugh now, not only because they were too, but because you loved these two gits and their antics among other things. Your laugh, which you tried to hide behind a hand, turned into a set of fake coughs and laughs, had caught George’s attention. Both Fred and you noticed this, “Hello George, pleasure to meet you”.

“Y/n?!”

“Yessire” you say doing a slight bow, one hand behind you back, the other taking the top hat off causing everything to revert back to normal. Your black converse, jean shorts, and dark green t shirt, as well as your bag and hair returned as well. George’s face lit up with a smile and almost ran to you before picking you up and giving you a kiss, much to both of yours pleasure and Fred’s dismay.

“Quit snoggin’ you two, it’ll ruin our business!” Fred joked before he started to walk away to help a customer. You two laugh as George put you down and kissed each other again, but a little shorter this time.

“Bloody hell, y/n, I’ve missed you to death! And I thought you were supposed to come tomorrow, miss me that much did you?” he grinned.

“I’ve missed you too Georgie boy, and if you’d like I could always apparate home and come back tomorrow”

“No, no! Don’t do that, love, I’ve got so much to show you!”

“George Weasley, your Weasley Wildfire Whiz-bang doesn’t count”

     George looked at you with a ‘are you kidding me’ look, followed by a witty ‘oh, but love, it’d send sparks flying’ and a wink. Damn him, you thought as you blushed.

   George and Fred closed the shop a little earlier today given your arrival and the three of you apparated to the Burrow. Just in time for dinner in fact, as you smelled Molly’s great cooking when you walked through the front door while the twins yelled “We’re here mum!”. When you walked into the dining room you saw Molly for one second before she was already on you and giving you a hug, asking you how you were. You love’d Molly dearly, just like she did you, as well as Arthur and…most of the Weasley family. Ginny and Ron are the only ones that really didn’t like the idea of, well, you! The rest of the boys thought of you as their sister, even Percy did to some degree! But no, not Ginny or Ron, and you don’t know why. Well, yes you did, but you don’t see why they disliked you for thinking you only liked George for his money now that he was a very successful businessman. You and George went back to the end of your fifth and sixth years as a ‘couple’, even though you only dated then. It was rather a secret, keeping between you two and Fred, because they didn’t want ickle Ronniekins to find out yet and Fred assured them privacy by covering for you. Reason why you were dating in ‘secret’ was because you two knew all of George’s family would freak out, but yours would more. Aside from that, George asked you to be his girlfriend, or ‘partner in crime’ as he had put it when he asked you, in the middle of his seventh and your sixth year. Which makes all the more reason why you weren’t just about the money as Ginny had convinced Ron to believe, or visa versa, you didn’t really care how it started because you two just wanted it to end.

      Dinner that night was overall amazing, you had hugged the rest of the family that was there. Bill was still out soon girl something for work, but Charlie was here and so was Percy. You gave everyone their presents, Charlie a big, thick illustrative book about dragon much to his interest and pleasure, Arthur you gave some muggle money from different countries in a little glass frame which he greatly appreciated and was fascinated by. You then gave Molly her present, you had got her a dress that she said she loved when you two went shopping once, and she absolutely loved it, along with a muggle book with different knitting patterns in it having said she wanted to learn new patterns. Next was Ginny, who you had gotten her new gloves, bracers, and shin guards for quidditch, because you could see hers were old, even though she hates your guts you had to be decent. Ron you decided to get him a bludger bat with the Chudley Canon players signatures, who was actually thankful for what you had gave him. Fred received a pack of muggle gags and a book he said he wanted as well, and I had got Bill his stuff and sent it to him via owl. For George I got him a necklace with two changing pendants on it, as well as your first initials together. At first he wasn’t sure what it was but realized it had some sort of magic element but wasn’t sure what it was that it did. You explained to him that the bigger pendant changes to represent his current mood, emotion, and situation, the smaller one would change be memories that he was most fond with at any given time. You explained that if there’s any time/memory he would like to look back on he’d just need to say the magic word while touching it.

“Although seeing the past is great, I’m much more looking forward to making many more memories with you, love” George said giving you a quick  kiss as you two sat down next to each other at the table. Alas the feast begins!

     A week has passed and you decided to stay at the twins place above their shop sometimes, with George’s many persuasions. You had woke up semi early, the only reason you were up now was because you couldn’t go back to sleep after George had to get up for work. But his morning like every morning you were there started a bit later, always cuddling in the morning because you wake up when he does. You accidentally fell asleep for a few minutes before getting up and dressed for the day. You had started to go downstairs but hear George, Ron, and what you assume is Ginny’s voice.

“George! Can’t you see she’s just with you because you’ve got money!? She doesn’t love you, she loves your money!” Ginny says.

“Ginny…” George says.

“Yes, George?! It’s true! Just because she buys everyone some ‘fancy’ gifts doesn’t mean she actually cares or loves us, or you for that fact!”

“Yeah, she’s kinda right about that George. I mean, you two only started dating when you left school and started your business, really” you hear Ron contribute.

“Think about it George, she’s a cheat, and if you ever for some reason came up broke or she had a better chance of getting more money she’d take it over you!”

*Georges POV*

      Maybe they’re right, maybe she is just af- no she can’t be, can she? I met her and dated her long before when the business started up, so if she’s about the money then why did she like me then? In fact she helped me get over the fact that Fred and I lost our life’s savings betting on Ireland to leprechaun gold. But does she actually only like me for my money? Ginny and Ron wouldn’t lie to me, they’re family, they’re just trying to keep me safe? Right?

     We all look up to the stairs that creaked, seeing y/n coming down them with an upset look to her eyes. She lets out a “Goodmorning” followed by a “George, can I talk to you for a second?” once she reached where we were at.

“Of course, love, come with me” I say and lead y/n with me to a storage room that was fairly empty.

“George…you don’t believe them…do you?” y/n said looking up to me with a bit of hurt and hope in her voice.

“Of course not, love!” I say hugging her.

*your POV* same time as ^

     But there’s just something deep down in him that makes him feel otherwise. He’s been thinking that one day you might leave him, yes, but only because he feels like he’s not good enough. That and add on what everyone is saying negatively, about you only wanting him for his money and looks hurts him because he loves you dearly. And you didn’t know any of that except the fact that he loves you, you were sure of that.

“I love you, George, for you not for that stupid reason they were saying. I’d love you if you were on the streets or on a private island all the same, it’s only you that I love, not the money” you say before kissing him passionately.

“I know, y/n, and I feel the same way towards you” he says while you two still embrace each other.

       Summer went by quickly, and it was fun and full of laughter having spent most of your time with George. You didn’t know that when you weren’t around Ginny would go out of her way to tell George how much you didn’t love him, along with some snarky and rude remarks that the other Weasleys would have to say “Ginny!” and a punishment if it was Molly, sometimes Arthur. But that didn’t stop George from feeling like you’d leave him. Ginny and Ron was able to make him feel worse and worse throughout the school year, and the summer after that too. That was when it was at the worst, because you both loved each other dearly, but there was tampered with emotions.  It was already the end of the school year and Voldemort had returned, leading up to another.battle, which was happened to be over, matter of fact. You were terrified and worried when you found out George’s head was bleeding with no ear. You stayed by him the whole time, only getting up to go to the bathroom and get food for the two of you.

“I’m surprised you’re still here” Ron says walking in the room, seeing you sit on the floor in front of the couch George’s on.

“Well why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know, don’t you only love him for his money and looks? Ginny said you wouldn’t want to be with him now that he lost his ear” He asked puzzled.

“Ronald, you can’t be serious. I love George with all my heart, even with one less ear, it doesn’t matter. I love Georgie boy for who he is, I always have and always will. I’ve never really understood why people say I only ‘love’ him for his money, it’s absurd really, it’s doesn’t have much worth. Not compared to love that is” you tell Ron looking at the sleeping figure on the couch.

“Really? You actually love him?”

“There are no words to express how much I truly do love him, Ron.” you say looking over to Ron, who seems to believe you.

“Well I’ll leave you two be”

“Thank you, Ron”

As soon as the door shut, George rolled over, fully awake, and you turned to look at him.

“Morning sleepyhead”

“Morning” he responded and gave you a kiss, “Y/n, did you mean that? What you just said to Ron just now?”

“Why of course!” You say turning to face him more, “I love you with all my heart. I’ve never wanted, needed, or loved a partner in crime like I do you. You’re the only one I’ve had, yes, but I wouldn’t have it any other way either, because I want you to be my first, only, and last partner in crime”. It looked as if though the war itself had lifted from George’s shoulders with a look like that spreading through his eyes and face. George didn’t say anything, but he did wrap an arm around you and pulled you into a long, passionate kiss. George no longer had any doubts like he used to. He decided that he’s not going to let others get in the way of him and his partner in crime.

“I love you so much too, y/n, I can’t even begin tell you how much” he said after pulling away for breath from the kiss, both of you smiling.

This is so long my apologies! Anyways the next one should be up tonight, it’ll be a Snape x Reader and it’s gonna be hilarious! Check the request on my blog to see why! 

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True Colors

Inspired by: @ask-artsy-oncie​, @tisbubb​, and @dawnbuneary​ (Love your content guys)

I didn’t call it “True Colors” because of the song, but because imma try to focus on making it about not hiding your real personality. The first three chapters are mainly fluff, but the next ones will actually get a story going.

P.S  So sorry for the bad grammar, I…I wont promise but understand that this is my first Broppy Fanfic. So it might not be as good as others you’ve read. Anyways, enjoy!

“Branch had a dream that he proposed, and became King Branch instead of Prince Branch. And Poppy had the exact same dream.“ ~Previously

It’s been days since Poppy became queen, waiting patiently for the day where her happiness will grow x1000 more than it already is. That special day. However, Poppy needs to stop focusing on the future and worry more about the present.

Being Queen of a species that mainly does parties and celebrate sounds fun and easy, but really, it’s hard. The only reason for this is that a lot of her subjects are carefree and don’t really care about a lot of important matters; even when they know it’s life threatening, they take a lot of things for granted and don’t listen. At least she has Branch who would listen and understand her words; always there to help her when she’s having trouble.

Spring: the season after winter and before summer, in which vegetation begins to appear, in the northern hemisphere from March to May and in the southern hemisphere from September to November. It was a cool season, a season that causes most allergies, a season that generations are born with most animals, the season where some breeding happens. Trolls breeding cycle are different than most animals. Female Trolls go in heat in spring, where the air is clear and can usually send a heat scent across the land. Meanwhile, the birth of most Trolls take place during fall, where the Trolls have a lot of resources and items to make a comfortable place for their pod. This is also where the Troll tree gets its nutrients from the dead plants, as it doesn’t take life from the living ones; making the pods growing rate much faster.

(A/N: Don’t quote me on this, this is not cannon. This is just for this story as far as I’m aware of :3)

This was Poppy’s first season, but she hasn’t gone in heat yet. Unlike most female Trolls, she can control her heat. She takes her heat a week back, trying to gain very little attention as possible for this week, wanting to get things done before worrying about breeding. She had to reschedule the two meetings she missed, going to there now. Branch isn’t really affected by the heat of other female Trolls. After being gray for more than 10 years and being isolated from everyone else, he’s learned how to control his desires very well. He hasn’t gotten any reason to mate with anyone…..yet.

"Hey guys” she panted, “I made it on time this time! So what’s going on outside these walls?” She questioned, sitting down to gain a bit energy.

“Well, we have new predators to watch out for, first off” Said the tiny yellow Troll, known as Smidge. She pointed to the crows and birds that loomed over, who can easily snatch a troll.

“I’ll have I talk to Gristle about that later today….anything else?” She asked the Snack Pack.

“We’ve spotted faint….how could we say this-” Satin said, getting finished by her sister, “-….structures far north….” they said as they showed her the Troll sized telescope the Bergens installed for them. There was a very small sky scraper with other faint and blurry buildings.

“We can check it out later. If there is other life, like, other Bergens or Trolls, then we can introduce ourselves!” She stated, kinda excited by finding others to be friends with.

“Poppy, we’ve also spotted new plants for food in the forest besides ours.” Guy Diamond stated, pointing to the forest with all the vegetation for the Trolls  and animals for the Bergens.

“I will take note of that!” She said, smiling proudly. She seems to be in a better mood today, maybe it’s the season. Winter was pretty stressful for her, as that was when she started to take the Queen role.

“Due to the predators, we should make a safe passage for the Bergens and Trolls so they can leave the walls and venture forth without fear” DJ Suki says, fiddling with her headphones.

“I should also talk about that with Gristle” she said, taking a mental note of all of this.

“I don’t have anything to report, Mr. Dinkles has really been distracting me”  Biggie said, “and Cooper didn’t come yet”.

“Okay, well, when he does, tell me. I have to get back the the kids” She said and started to walk back.

“One more thing, Poppy” DJ said, walking to her pink friend.

“What is it DJ?” Poppy asked, turning to her.

She whispers to her, “just don’t be too loud tonight.” She said, and starts to walk away.

“What do you mean?” Poppy asked, tilting her head. The only response she got was a wink. She sat there for a good while and thought……..and when she finally got it……..she ran home, blushing furiously.

Once she got past the crowd of happy and some grey Trolls, she made it home to the safety of the bunker. After the event where everyone turned grey, there has been more grey Trolls. But it’s considered normal now, more Trolls are becoming a bit more emotional; but we’re all Trolls and Bergens, you have the right to express your feelings. A lot of males found out to not let gender stereotypes control their life.

“Poppy? Are you okay?” Branch asked his slightly darker female as he looked up from his book that he was reading. She was pink before, and now she’s red?

“N-Not now, Branch.” She said, looking in her pile of things that she never decided to put away, as they’re still in their boxes.

“How did the ‘meeting’ go?” He asked her, putting his book and reading glasses away neatly.

She smiled at the question, “Very well! I was there on time!” She answered him happily, walking toward him after finding the activity she needed.

He picks her up and nuzzled her neck affectionately. She loved the small affection he’d give her before she had to leave him again, “that’s exciting. I’m glad you’re getting in the grove of things!” He said in a kinda praising voice.

“Thank you!” She said as he puts her slowly and gently down.

“Okay, have a good day, Poppy. Love you” he said, giving her a quick peck on her lips.

“Love you too, Branch” she said, and pecks his lips back. Then she waved and left.

Branch has been planning his proposal, as he has all the valuable items; he just needs the right place and time. The only troll who knows this is Suki; someone who he can trust. Suki has mentioned a party, as he is still getting used to parties, but he just doesn’t like a loud one; but he quiet and slow ones are boring as well.

So they had to scratch that idea off the list. Then she suggested something romantic, like, the place where they first started dating. But then it would be crowded cause that’s literally in front of the Troll Tree. So they had to scratch that idea off the list. But he came to a conclusion that he wants to introduce a very special poem he made long ago to her.

He’s always showed her poems to make her relax, but this one was very special. Furthermore, he has decided to make it by the far beach. He only knows this cause he used to go out and take himself when he was grey; going far to find food and healthy water for himself. He wants to show her the soft and warm sand with the cold and sometimes warm ocean water. “Yes, that’ll work!” Branch mentally told himself.

He was gonna do it when the sun is setting, making it a beautiful scenery. He had everything figured out, and now he needs bathing suits for the two. If he knows the Troll village well, he knows two fashionista sisters who can get the job done of making clothes. Satin and Chenille.

He quickly went over to their pod, not bothering to knock. The two were making clothing for a Troll, and it looked more like a blue robe. If he was gonna propose to her, it would be when she’s not working as much as she is. Which means he’d have to propose……..TOMORROW!!

“H-Hey! Excuse me! It’s an emergency! Satin and Chenille!” Branch screamed as he ran in, interrupting them.

“Yes-” Satin started, “-Branch?” Chenille finished.

“I need two bathing suits! One Poppy size and the other my size!” He said, showing that he was in a rush.

“Two bathing suits, coming right up!” The twins said together as they ran to get started. They know how big Poppy is, and they’re measuring Branch for his height.

While they were doing that, Branch was mentally planning his proposal. He knows about Poppy being able to back her heat up by a week, so that gives him a lot of time before she gets any desires. He wants then had to sneak away, before anyone noticed they where gone. After all of his thoughts, he noticed they finished and they gave it to him for free, since he’s the Prince.

“Thank you!” He said as he ran home, holding the clothing close to him. He ran so fast, he could very faintly hear a “You’re welcome” after 5 seconds.

He gathered all of his items, hiding them in his backpack that he used when he went to help Poppy save her friends. He looked at the time, and knew she was coming home now. He patiently waited for her on the couch, not a second later and she bursts in. He stands and follows her into the room, knowing her stress.

Today was the day Branch would finally propose to his one and only love, Poppy. He went over to her, as she just finished her work early. She stretched and yawned, turning to her partner with a soft smile.

“Hey Poppy, I uh, wanna show you something” he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“Oh really?” She said as she stands and leans against Branch for support.

“Yah, come on. I can carry you if you want” he said, wrapping his hands around her small waist as she laid her tiny hands onto his wide and thick shoulders.

“Please.” She said as she looked up at him. He picks her up, holding her outer thighs at first and then holding under them. She holds onto his neck for support.

He managed to sneak away from everyone and go far past the walls to the beach. Poppy didn’t notice at first, but then covered her eyes and puts her down.

“Ready?” He said quietly and softly, before removing his hands and she couldn’t believe what she saw.

The water met the land, and the land was unusually gravelly and….soft. It was actually cold, but not too cold. It was a nice white color at night, and the soil ran through her tiny pink toes.

“I-I want to touch the water!” She said like a child, running to the ocean water, but Branch stops her.

“Ah-Ah-Ah! You need to wear this first.” Branch said, showing the bathing suits the twins made it him.

She looked at them and takes hers. She knows how to wear one, she has one. But that one is way too small, since it’s been a good while since the last time they had a pool party. She went behind a tall enough rock to change, and so did Branch. She came out in her one piece, which was simply blue, with green at the bottom, flower designs separating the two colors like her casual wear.  Branch had simple Green trunks, with no really special design. He didn’t want anything fancy.

“Now?!” She said, very excited to jump into the natural ocean water before her.

“Yes” he answered as he followed his excited queen into the warm water.

She giggled and splashed; the sunset looming over, turning the water into orange and yellow color. Poppy loved the beach, as he could see her excitement. Now, it was the time for him to say the words.

“H-Hey Poppy, I have to tell you something” he said, as she approached him. Her wet feet was making the sand stick to the bottom of her feet and in between her toes. Her body was soaking, and she shakes the water out of her hair like a dog.

“What is it, Branch?” She asked, going to her bigger partner.

“Well….I want to read you something” he starts, and goes into his backpack, and take out his poem

“Oh! A poem!” She said as she sat Chris -cross-applesauce in the sand, acting like a child getting read a story.

“I’ve never imagined that there can be this day” He started, “A day that love will find its way. Out of my heart and into your soul. These feelings I have are beyond my control. All my life I have waited patiently. For a goddess like you, so beautiful, so lovely. Words can’t express the way I feel. These feelings towards you are all for real. You are the reason why I go on. Eternity can’t separate this special bond. This heart of mine is reserved for you. Forever it is yours, this love is true. I’ll be your first and you’ll be my last. My world, my everything, till my time has past. I will always love you until the end of time, my love, my queen, my valentine.” He finished and he was blushing, as he had a smile on his face and looked at her.

She was blushing, and wide-eyed, “Branch….that was so……sweet!” She said as she kisses him, he kisses back with a huge smile on his face.

“And one last thing…” he said and looked in his backpack, and took out the case.

“My queen, my love, my one and only…will you make me the happiest Troll alive, and marry me?” He said, getting on one knee and opening the box with the choker in it. Trolls don’t wear rings, since they can get easily lost like that. However, of you wear a choker, it shows that you’re engaged/married. Since it’ll be harder I loose it like that.

Poppy went wide-eyed, and almost cried tears of joy. She hugs him tightly, and kisses him passionately. The two lips touched, it was weirdly the best kiss they probably ever had. Once they separated, he puts the diamond chocked around his fiancée’s neck. The two shared a tender a nuzzle, and then changed into their regular clothes before going home.

One week after, and after a long and heated session at the royal bunker, Poppy went back to work. But after weeks, they did notice Poppy’s behavior and figure. See, it takes a very long time for Trolls to birth their young because it takes awhile for a baby to develop in a seed—Simple. You can tell when one is close to birthing day, by the size of their stomachs.

They usually have a small bump that’s barley noticeable during spring. Then they grow a medium sized baby bump during the summer; finalizing with them having a huge baby bump durning the fall. After awhile, more and more pregnant Trolls are seen. Due to this, Parties aren’t as wild as they normally are.

During the fall, Poppy had a stomach the size of an overgrown acorn. Though, it only takes about two weeks for the pods to develop and grow, just to get the baby out. Poppy was asleep with Branch, when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her stomach and shot right up. This jump scares Branch into waking himself.

“A-Are to okay?!” He said, looking at her as she held her stomach.

“NO!” She said in pain as she was grunting in groaning; Branch started to panic.

“Uh, u-uh, UH!” He said, unsure what to do. Then he got an idea.

“You’re in labor?!” He said, sitting up and getting out of bed.

“I-I think so!” She said, sweating.

He went to get her the needed items to not have her pass out, (or possibly die).

After that long and stressful session, Poppy was tired and ready to pass out. He held a rainbow seed, knowing that it’s gonna be a rainbow Troll like it’s mother and father. But the colors went along with the colors blue, purple, and pink. Branches seed ran with blue, green, and purple. And Poppy’s ran with red and different shades of pink.

“Are you…okay?” He said, and held the seed gently, walking over to his tired partner.

“Yah *Pant*” she was extremely tired.

“Let’s plant it tomorrow” he said, and he puts the seed in a soft and gentle blanket,

She nods and passes out, as he cleans her up and changes the sheets. He makes the place comfortable to where they’re gonna plant it with the resources around. Branch worked all night to make it perfect.

Poppy awoke, sore from last night, and went to go find her fiancé. She found him in the living room, asleep on the couch. She giggles quietly and softly placed a kiss on his cheek, before shaking him awake.

“Branch? Branch? Branch? Branch? Branch? Bran–” She said, calling his name over and over until he awoke and interrupted her.

“I’m up, I’m up.” He said, sitting up and stretching with a yawn.

“Ready to plant our seed?” He said, smiling at her, small black bags under his eyes.

“Are you tired?” She said, looking at him.

“Yes, but come on. A Troll seed can’t last long without the nutrients from the tree” he said and stands, as she holds their seed.

Branch shows her the small and comfortable patch he made for the pod. She smiled at the decorations and planted it in the middle of it.

“What are we gonna name it when it’s born?” Branched asked her, looking at her smiling face.

“Well, I have the names Twig and Iris” she answered and looked at him.

“So Twig is it’s a boy and Iris if it’s a girl?” He questioned.

“No, both names are gender-neutral. Twig can be a boy or girl name. Iris is used for a lot of girls, but I consider it as a name for both genders. So yes, I would name my son, Iris.” She explained to him, and he was actually happy that she was thinking of names and not something dumb or uncreative.

“I had the names Rosie, Pollen, Flower, and Roots, Twig, and Leaf” he said, looking back at her.

“But I do like the name Iris” he finished and held her close.

“Well, let’s see what gender it becomes.” She said, looking as the ground grows a bit. They can see a tiny bulb on the ground. The upcoming parents smile at their creation.

Chapter 2.

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tell me if u think i should add the title 2 the cover as well !!!! if so , what font should i use ?? comment ....

here is the 1st ch ; i only have this 1 up :

Just living my normal life; and then this...

Monday, May 7th, 2015 | Memphis, TN | 7:04AM

Jamie's POV

As I'm rushing down the stairs with all my stuff from the bathroom; going into the kitchen, I decide to pull out my phone to see if I have any messages. I notice one from my Twitter account, so here's what it said:

Alex Lee followed you.

"Oh shit!!! I'm freaking out right now!!! #AlexFromTarget followed my twitter, mom!!!" I scream so both my parents will hear me.

Then another message comes in. Here's what it said:

@AlexLeeWorld: Send me your pic. Love ya, Jamie! :) <3

I stand there and talk to myself, then my dad walks in. He is the type of person who doesn't care about me or my mother; so he just pushes me aside stomping into the kitchen.

"Ya know Jamie, ya really need to stop being a crazy fucking piece of shit. Ya got me!!!" My dad starts and then I grab my stuff and head out the door so I won't have to hear my parents argue.

"Hey!!! Don't walk out of here-" continues my dad; Michael Morelock; as I shut the door on his thought and locking it behind me then walking to my car.

I finally reply to Alex's message with my photo captioning it as:

It's my final month of High School. I can't wait! Love ya more then anythin'!!! <3

I start up my car then drive off to school. That's when I hear my phone buzzing again; I ignore this time and continue driving into the school parking lot.

Once I find a place to park, I take the keys out of the ignition and slide them in my pocket. Then I answer the message, it read:

@AlexLeeWorld: Ya look so beautiful Jamie. Thank u for the pic. :)

I slide my phone back into my pocket and head into the school to walk to my 1st period. When I get there, I notice that everyone is looking at me; I'm standing there wondering 'what's up with everybody'.

A girl comes over to me and asks me to pull out my phone so I could show her the message I sent to Alex. Then she asks me if I'm really texting the real #AlexFromTarget that someone got a selfie of and got it going viral. I reply with a simple 'yes' and then smile, then walk to my seat.

Alex's POV

As I sit in my office waiting to start my shift at Target, I can't stop thinking about Jamie Morelock's picture she texted me. I pull it up again and then start to save it onto my phone so I could tweet to the world.

Here's what I said:

Alex Lee @AlexLeeWorld: . @jmorelock_37 is a lovely person I've ever met on the interwebs. I wish we could meet sometime over the summer. Love ya baby! :) <3

The time is finally 8:30AM, I walk into the main store and go into check-out aisle 7. As I'm starting to wait for customers to purchase, I get a little off-track and daze about my future wife: Jamie; I already know she is definitely the one.

I think to myself: "how can I love someone as much as I love 18-year old Jamie?"

Jamie's POV

As I'm just finishing my school hours of my final day before graduation. My teacher; Mrs. Lawrence; explains to all seniors that we were allowed to exit the class first. I decide to DM Alex and say that I'm graduating, here's what I said:

Mrs Lawrence just pointed to all seniors that we were gonna leave school before the younger class men does. That means Imma graduatin' tomorrow, Alex!!! I can't wait to drive down to Texas and see you!!! Love ya. <3 :@jmorelock_37

Then I notice his tweet mentioning me:

Alex Lee @AlexLeeWorld:

. @jmorelock_37 is a lovely person I've ever met on the interwebs. I wish we could meet sometime over the summer. Love ya baby! :) <3

I suddenly put my retweet on it then reply to it saying:

Paper or plastic | Jamie Morelock @jmorelock_37:

Bet on it Alex!!! Love ya too. <3

I slide my phone back into my pocket and then see other seniors walking out the classroom doors, so I decide to follow them out (I'm a senior as well). My teacher; Mrs. Lawrence; shakes our hands as soon as we pass her, and I also give her a hug for a great year.

As I'm walking out of the school doors at 3:05PM, I get to my car and wonder what will I'm gonna be doing with the rest of my life after I graduate; and wondering if my future will see me graduate, but I have this thought:

"How can he? He has to work, he can't make time to come visit me. Anyway, I'll be up in Texas the next day to meet him."

I start up my car and drive myself home hoping to not walk in on arguing about who-knows-what. As I get home, I notice my mom; Kayla Morelock; is standing at the doorway waiting to congratulate me.

We both hug and then I got find my father to give him a hug as well, but I can't find him anywhere. I look all around the house, but still no trace of him. I think to myself:

"Maybe he went out and got a huge pint. And then got killed in an accident on the way home. How am I supposed to get through my speech tomorrow?"

I walk up to my room and shut the door, then start crying on my bed. As I awake, I think of all the good times me and my dad had together when he was sober from abuse and alcohol; as I'm scrolling through my photos of those moments.

-HOURS LATER-

"I can't believe I woke up without eating anything last night. Well today's the day, today's the day life changes completely." I tell myself as I start getting dressed for graduation then grab my cap and gown.

I walk out to my car once again, and then drive to my graduation ceremony. I finally get there and notice there's a huge line of students from class of 2015 waiting to enter the stands.

I pull into a parking space and get out then check my phone for messages; there's one from Alex, but I don't answer it this time. Instead, I wait til the end of the ceremony.

Once everyone is up and sitting in their seats ready to graduate, I start getting a little nervous that I might forget what I was gonna say during my speech. The principle finally calls me down after the music to receive my diploma.

I walk down those white steps and take it from his hands, then he tells me to stand in front of the mic and give my senior speech. The speech lasts for a few minutes since I've been thanking my family and paying tribute to my --- possibly --- dead father and then getting to the part where I reminisce on my years of school.

As I finish my speech, I step to the left side of the podium and take my final graduate bow and everyone gets up out of their seats giving me a standing O. I walk off the stage and head out to my car, then drive home and pack my bags to move into Texas where Alex is probably waiting for our official meet up.

i will post the 2nd ch when i publish it on wattpad ; cant w8 4 all of u 2 read it !!!! idek when the 2nd will b up .... :) x

[solasulad]

Devil December 2018.

Well hello. 

How are you? 

Still doing the same things i see huh?

Guess new year never really changed me anyways.

Well.. A recap of whats been going on.. Ive been meaning to write just my nails was long as fuck and my phone still broken. :(

So.. About the cousin.. 

We been hanging out all of December. The Monday in the previous post, i texted him Tuesday and we met up around 7pm in my area. He wanted to smoke and i don't really smoke but i was like alright. He came by my area, we parked up near by and sparked the spliff. I took two pulls and called it a quit.

Before even smoking as he's rolling he was asking me about relationships. And i told him that the guys i know i don't see myself getting along with like that cause i know what i want. So then.. I asked him the same question he asked me. He then said that he's been meaning to tell me that he has a girlfriend but shes in the us. And that they kicked it off just before he came to the city so he's in a long distance relationship. I was like wow damn. If i knew i wouldn't have entertained any of that. He says its whatever and that topic just dies down. We go outside for the smoke and then as he's smoking I'm already high at this point. He tries to come in for a kiss and i back him off telling him to respect his girl. He's like you right and thats that. 

We get food and go back into the car now we both high just chilling in the cold.. 

We both in the car high as fuck and i ask him about his girl. He tells me they been together for 9 months now and that they got into a relationship before he left the states. Said they fell for each other heavy and feelings got involved, did trips together became inseparable at one point. That he tried to call a quite two times cause of the long distance but she told him to push through, she's even supposed to come to the city in jan he told me. He even told me she came to the city during the summer to come see him and that shit picked up like nothing was wrong, also that her parents are saying why you stressing over a guy not in the city to look for one local. Some shit like that. Just hurting my whole heart when he told me that. I was sad tbh. But i didn't show it. 

He plays some music and it sounded so good and different I'm relaxed just chilling in the passenger seat. I take the aux and play summer hill girls need love and start jamming to it. He laughs then i play Syd bad dream/no looking back. The whole song sounds so good to me he turns the volume up and I'm just dumb fucked at this point just the whole songs about fucking with no emotion knowing that if they fall for each other it would be over. 

So before the song can even get to the first chorus he's in my ear looking at me. Then i turn over facing him and we start making out. Whole 5 minutes of the song making out. While the backgrounds saying “We only kiss when we fucking cause we don't get to attached cause if this turns into something we know theres no looking back”

While  kissing the song changes and he stops it, we continue for a bit and then i pull back as he reaches for my pants. I say no. this isn't right, he sets back and just looks lost. So i try to contain myself and somehow we end up kissing again, i tell him that if he has a girl he should respect that and we just stop. I drive him to the station, he tells me his friends throwing a airbnb party next week friday and that i should come. I tell him i’ll see most likely not cause its just too awkward but whatever happens happens. 

I go home sad as fuck. just thinking about what happened that he has a girl friend and that I'm the side chick in his life. To make myself feel better i list all the flaws of him making him seem less than what he is. underage, not the same religion, weed head, not the same background.. ETC list went on that night.

Next morning he sends me funny memes on insta and we just end up picking the convo back. 

Second Week of December 14th. 

He messages me to come to the airbnb thing, i think i ask him about his girlfriend and he says he’ll tell me in person.. So.. thinking, there might have been something serious i end up going. We talk that whole week, like we something and actually plan to fuck.. Him having a whole mother fucking girl friend doesnt even come into picture. He sends me the address i leave work go home shower and head over. We meet for 7, i get there and we go straight at it. He comes, i come we both come as his friend comes. 

Me, him and his friend all chilling smoking outside on the balcony then i bring up his girl, he tells me that same story like he doesnt know why he's in a relationship, that she won't call him cause she pissed at him or something. And I'm just looking at him like wow okay. Trying to hold back my emotions cause that actually hurt but also trying to give advice and make him feel good.

Now i had no intention of staying the night let alone past 2am but i ended up staying till 5am.. smh...

But that whole night felt like we was a couple. We held hands, danced, smoked together, kissed everywhere and anywhere, went out the club to another see another function and got compliments left and right from random people on the streets. It felt good that night. Felt like a dream.. looking at 23 years of being alone and single to have a guy treat me like his girl felt good. to guide me in the streets and take his jacket off for me felt good. Felt like a dream...

we finish off at the club get some food from 7/11 head back to the airbnb and he's still talking about how he wants to fuck.. I tell him no your buddies here not gonna do that.. Then, as he's walking me to the elevator, we start making out. he goes for my pants once again my weak spot. finger fucks me right there in the hallway, then we take it to the stairwell, he tries to get me naked below and i stop him. I tell him no not here not like this you sicko. 

I wait for my uber downstairs with him and we just continue to make out until i call him out again for having a girl. He stops says he’ll see me soon i get in the uber and thats that. 

Monday December 17th 

We continue to text/insta message each other through the third week of December he asks what I'm doing monday night after work i say nothing and we end up going to shisha and just hanging out pretty much. I try not to kiss him and succeeded until i came home and said i should've kissed him. SMH.

we stay cool he texting and snapchating each other, i think we even started sending nudes at this point. 

Friday of that same week ^ He asks what I'm doing after work again.. I say nothing we go out to the movies this time.. We watch creed like i never seen it before but hey MICHAEL B JORDAN CAN GET IT ANYTIME BABE.

We get high before going into the theatre, we make out once again like we a couple, holding hands and shit, we went to the mall near by my area so i was kinda shook if i bumped into someone with him -_- but we watch the movie then when its time to go, i start the car we chill for a bit then make out some more getting it heated, we go to an isolated area and fuck once again.. LIKE FUCKING ANIMALS WE FUCKING ON GODT!

its now like 1am and i have a 12 hour shift in the morning, i send him off dropping him off at his place and head home for bed. 

Thursday December 27th 

I guess we spoke about hanging out Thursday night cause apparently these texts I'm reading said we met up damn..

But so from my understanding now, i told my mom i was going to buy a bag, she needed me to get her car keys and i ended up taking the keys with me and going out to see him at his area. I pull up, he has his shits rolled, he go to a park near by and he smokes, i smoke his cigg and we make out I'm all dumb cause i pressed the gas while making out making the car sound off.. We get over to his area and he's tryna do more than just hanging.. We pull up at a sketchy ass parking spot that can be seen through miles and he tries to finger fuck me.. I'm screaming cause i didn't give him head or anything, he was dumb horny, and i was so scared. I get a call from my mom like an hour later her cussing me out asking where i went talking about she needs the keys and i had to cut it quick. I told him if anything tomorrow after work he's like cool we end off again with kisses like we in a fucking relationship -_-

Friday December 28th.

We still texting/memes at this point again...

He messages me asking what I'm doing after work i say nothing so asks if i wanna chill go to the mall or something. I wasn't really tryna go cause i was tried flopped on him the day before thinking we spending to much time together.. But i already had the idea set.. He comes to my area we fuck and he goes. But this nigger likes to talk, likes to just fucking talk for days.. So. 

He comes by after work, i sneak out the house cause my moms out already, didn't want her coming home while i was gone plus she was and at me from the night before, we link up we fuck and i drop him off at the station. Bam! thats how it should be done. Sex was good not gonna lie but i was just paranoid that whole night. Cause homie wants to just chat his mouth off and I'm not tryna get in trouble with my mom for just leaving the house like that damn... son...

We get into holidays and my work places empty whole cities quite cause of the holidays besides the partying, but he invites me out for new years telling me he told abel about us and that i shouldn't worry lol NO imma worry. 

But i flop on him cause i was working new years eve and new years morning, he says its cool if he sees me new years day and I'm like yah sure.. but what we gonna do cause my pussy needs a break buddy. 

- New year same me bish.. 

Now Jan 1st 

He messages me once again, like i guess we really kicked and vibed but I'm nonchalant towards him not really tryna seem thirsty either. After all those ass snaps and twerking video i sent him i was a different person in real life. 

He asks to see me after work, I'm cool with it, told him downtown cause I'm driving and don't want to take the bus. So i park at my work place during the morning i get home get changed and go back downtown we meet at the station near by my work place and head over to the shisha spot. 

We aren't kissing each other i backed off kinda just being cool with him, didn't initiate any form of sexual expressions or acts towards him. We go to the shisha spot we chilling and just talking vibing and he's looking at me like lust in his eyes i already know that look to familiar.. I ignore it, we finish up smoking and head for the transit, i grab a candy from the counter of the spot and put it in, we walking just talking kinda holding hands cause its cold but we just chill. 

We get to the station headed to my car, and as we standing on the platform he gives me that look, i lean against the wall and we start making out. smh... We make out, he asks me what flavour my candy is asking for a taste, i drop the candy in his mouth as he sucks on it and returns it back to me. Shit was so nasty but i loved it holy. Like in that moment i didn't care he had a girlfriend, he was with me in all honesty it felt good to be held like that so i allowed it for the night. We get to my work place and we walk towards the loading dock, start the car and we make out a little before leaving. We leave, i drop him off at his place i guess cause i was feeling generous.. But we make out, before he leaves tryna start something and I'm like huh. no not now wth. So he leaves. 

Now........ That following night i get him at 10ish getting ready for bed cause i got work in the morning, i get a snap from him. Saying he wanted to say something. Im like okay? He messages back saying he didn't think i was awake but then says he wanted to talk about us? LOL HOLD UP.. When was there ever a us? 

So i message back saying okay? he's like he’ll tell me tomorrow. Im now thinking at this point like what could this lil fucker be saying? You got me horny you best believe imma ask you in the morning...

So now its Wednesday January 2nd.

I message him a good morning text - first good morning texts EVER!

he messages me back saying this “idk how to say it but I’m doin a huge mistake.. u know I’m still with my girl and idk wat to do .. and i feel like we getting too close to each other and i don’t want us to be catching feelings or anything.. cause that gonna make me feel worse. And i don't want us to stop talking either” 

i reply back along the lines like you know i got sexual attraction towards you, don't think we can be friends after.. wishing him and his girl a strong mother fucking relationship..

So the convo goes, its short says he wish i met him two years ago.. lol wha, when he was 19? gtfoh dummy. So that topic ends. Im unfazed by it kinda sad, idk i guess the idea that maybe he was unhappy with his girl friend got into my head but in reality i was just new pussy for him to realize he still loved his girl. So. thats Wednesday morning. The night it takes a whole 360 turn and gets sexual, i send him a link to a fitness studio in the city and we end up talking about my body. smh. 

The convo ends that night when it gets sexual, i ended it on my ends.. Like how you gonna say I'm a chocolate pudding when you got a whole GIRLFRIEND A G I R L F R I E N D? H u H?

Anyhow.. Next day now first Thursday into the new year. LoL. 

He MESSAGES ME! like we sending each other memes on social media then he messages me saying he wants to chill, i was like you think thats a good idea? he's like nah but fuck it. Soo.. I said i wanted to see him too, but tryna keep it professional, said we got some unfinished business too.. 

He comes by my ends round 7pm after work still wearing his duty ass uniform, i pick him up from the station, we drive over to buy some shisha flavour and head over to my sisters place, i told her he was a friend thats that she's like cool, the goes back to moms house. We chill watching tv as he's smoking and then once he finishes and i guess is high enough to barely feel anything he makes his way towards me. He starts kissing me, stripping me down and eating me out. I go down on him and we start fucking. Like actually fucking fucking to the point my back kept moving upwards from the pain. it was good but painful towards the end. He went hard on me. He tried to go for a second round like always but his dick got confused again. it was soft and hard at the same time. like just hanging there not knowing what to do... I think its cause of his guilty conscious eating him up, first nut was easy second one that never comes. no matter how hard he goes...

So we finish off sit there for a second or so i guess until he realizes what he did was bad cause its now 9ish and he says he has to go cause he got work in the morning. So anyhow i drop him off once again at the station near my place and tell him that was our last fuck. He's like “I mean nah what ever happens happens..” i said no. that was that, we kiss and i send him off. 

Now he's still in my dm’s after that keep in mind. That was Thursday night of the first week of the year. He hits me up friday night asking what I'm doing over the weekend i said nothing got little errands to do but nothing after, asks me if i wanna hang with him and abel, I'm like yah if it isn't gonna be awkward, also tried to set abel up with a girl from work but he too thirsty bruh..

So i made plans with them. Mostly josh but to see both of them. 

I invited the thot friend cause i didn't want to go alone. So she came they smoking cigs I'm smoking my mini pipe at the backyard in the cold like a dog    -_- we chilling my friend ends up leaving early cause her curfew i stay till like 1:40ish then leave after i sober up from two baby pulls of weed smh. 

Lol R. was tryna go to the club so she sent josh a whole ass video of her dancing tryna kawal him to come out like after we all got comfortable lol funny cause i told him to send a dick video but abel took the phone and he sent a dark screen i suppose. Lmao she was talking to me on the side while messaging him while i was telling him things to say to her. Basically being a little evil bitch seeing how it plays out lmao. 

But me and josh had like a little moment tho lol barely i just i brought up the video showing him me twerking then he said i needed to send it to him, i was like okay but I'm gonna need that dick video of you in the black buddy, he's like bet so I'm going thru my snap private part and showing him how dark and thick i was during the summer and he's rubbing my leg getting turned on. smh i hear able coming and he backs off we just sit there while abel says some stuff. 

i chill till like 1:40 wish sober up and give them hugs and go. I get lost on my way back home from the highway but soft. 

I get home and he messages me something on insta a video then asks me why I'm not sleeping yet. So i say send me that video he said he's gonna want one in return send him that video of me dancing in a white top and grey underwear. Tell him he better not be sitting next to abel smh. He sends me two videos lmao one of him cumming that i did not ask for and my fav black out fit video. -_-

That was saturday night going into sunday morning. lol. I send him memes he sends me some back thats that. 

Now its Monday Jan 7th 2019 back to reality. I start school today wasn't really on my phone but once i got home i started thinking about him and shit since we each others number 1 streaks besties how can i forget when i open my snap. 

I sent him a video two actually of me just with filters on snap and one he's like my curls should put respek on my name. other one he just sent me a snap back of him at work. so we haven't spoken pretty much all day. just besides that little snap chat. Im not phased by it either cause he has a girl friend and well shit its Jan she should be coming to the city too. RIGHT? like he said she was coming to see him in Jan. but its whatever my pussy still hurts from thursday night i never been fucked like that and I'm glad its just whatever cause i won't catch feelings. I think i told every bitch i know besides R. and the thot about this guy fucking me. 

I kinda wanna just keep it nonchalant tbh like i won't check for him regardless might look at my phone from time to time and be like wow. no meme today? but I'm good love. I been good. his sisters like the same fucking age as me. I'm gucci love your dick was good but I'm good.