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fresh start

part three (chapter 7-9) previous part • next part

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content warnings: panic attack mentions of selfh*rm and depression

Lily

"What time does your shift start?" Madison asked me as we sat together eating breakfast in our apartment.

Kelsey and Hannah both had classes today so had already left but Madison and I had Wednesdays free.

"Not until 11." I glance at my phone, it was currently 9:45AM. "But I'm going to get there a little bit earlier because I don't actually know what I'm doing."

"Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll be fun!" My roommate reassures. "Are you nervous?"

"Kinda, I don't want to mess anything up and I just hope everyone likes me." I say honestly.

"Hey, who couldn't like Lily? You're a ball of sunshine!" Madison compliments, "Don't stress it, they know it's your first day, I'm sure they'll be easy on you."

"I hope so." I huff finishing off my cereal before taking my bowl to the kitchen to clean it.

I had almost completed my first full week at UConn and I counted my blessings that it had been going well. I had made friends, enjoyed my first taste of classes and found a job. All things that worried me when it came to transferring. I'd also unintentionally met Paige and I don't know what the future holds with that but it feels nice right now.

We hadn't seen each other since our 'date' a few days ago but we started an almost constant message thread on Instagram. Paige sent the first message yesterday morning and it's basically been nonstop, back and forth from us both.

As if she knew I was thinking about her, my phone pinged with a notification,

[lily.kent] paigebueckers

just spoke to janet, you will be with us today

try not to stare pretty girl, you'll distract me

I smiled at the confirmation that I would be working with Paige and her teammates today, it put my mind at ease considering I'd met most of them already and of course I'd get to see Paige.

I cliked on the dm she had just sent and replied,

i cant make any promises

It was 10AM and my phone pinged again with my daily medication reminder. I went to my bedroom and swallowed down the pills that were singlehandedly keeping me alive. Without them, my brain just doesn't know how to function, it goes into full self destruct mode and getting out of that is the hardest thing of all.

I definitely still have some days that are hard despite being on medication but they're easier to deal with and come around less often.

I had decided a second coffee of the day was a good idea and I had just enough time to pick it up from, what's quickly becoming my usual spot, before my shift started.

The late August air was still warm so I had opted for a low waisted pair of jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt that stopped just before my bellybutton so the perfect amount of skin was showing.

I picked up my favourite order of an iced caramel latte with almond milk and took a slow walk to the athletics building, taking in my surroundings. More and more students had returned to campus over the weekend and beginning of this week so it was busy.

It reminded me of my old college and for a moment I was back there, in Massachusetts with no friends and just having been outed and anxiety hit me like a truck I almost toppled over.

I navigated myself to the nearest bench and sat down in an attempt to regulate my strained breathing. I remembered what my therapist had told me about panic attacks and how to handle them. I focused on my senses.

What was one thing I could taste? Coffee.

What was one thing I could hear? My heart pounding.

What was one thing I could feel? My phone clutched tight in my hand.

What was one thing I could smell? The perfume I had sprayed earlier.

What was one thing I could see? My eyes were closed in an attempt to block out everything around me but I opened them and one thing I could see was someone walking towards me.

My vision was slightly blurred as it always is when I have a panic attack but as they got closer it was clear it was Kayla.

"Lily, are you OK?" She asks dropping her bag down and kneeling in front of me.

"Yeah." I manage but it comes out unconvincing and shaky.

"Did something happen?" I can't even get myself verbalise anything this time so I just shake my head. Kayla quickly realises that I'm in so state to talk so she sits beside me and gently rubs my back until I eventually calm down.

"I have panic attacks sometimes." I tell the girl next to me, finally able to talk without feeling like my lungs were going to explode.

"How do you feel now?" She asks, a look of concern on her face.

"I'm OK now, a little shaky. They come out of nowhere most of the time." I explain, taking a sip of my coffee - which probably isn't helping.

"I can tell Janet you need to push back your start day, she'd understand."

I shake my head sternly, "No way. I'm not giving up before I have even started." I say standing up, my legs still slightly weak.

"It wouldn't be giving up Lily. Everyone has struggles." Kayla tries to empathise but I've already started walking to the athletics building again.

"I'm seriously fine, I've struggled with a lot worse than a panic attack." I blurt before realising Kayla knows nothing about my past.

"Ok, well maybe lets just take five before going in? You've still got fifteen minutes." She says looking at her watch.

"Ok." I give in and Kayla and I stand side by side as I take a few deep breaths.

"You got this and I got you." Kayla says after a few minutes of silence as she wraps me into a hug.

I hug her back, "Thank you, K. Sorry for the freak out, I can usually keep it under control."

"No need to apologise, I'm glad you weren't alone. Panic attacks can be scary." She says as we walk into the building and begin our way to the offices, a route I'm familiar with now.

"Do you mind not telling anyone?" I ask sheepishly.

I'd rather be the one to tell Paige about things, I didn't want her to hear it secondhand from anyone else.

Kayla mimes zipping her lips and I smile at her in response just before we step into Janets office.

"Hello Lily! Happy first day!" Janet beams standing up to greet me.

"Hi Janet, thank you. I'm super excited." I beam back putting on my best fake smile as I push back the remnants of the panic attack I just had.

Janet explains what my day will look like, "So the basketball girls are already on the court but open practice officially starts at 11:30. That's when you'll go in with the rest of the media outlets. You'll be working alongside Marcus who writes the sports column in the UConn newsletter. He'll explain your job more but write down as much as you can, take photos and videos and just be yourself!" She smiles and hands me a folder with the Huskies logo on the front with my name printed beneath it.

I open the folder and find a notebook, multiple pens and a mini microphone, the kind that plugs into your phone that you see tiktokers using in their videos.

"Oh there you are. Marcus, meet Lily. Lily, meet Marcus." Janet says and I spin around to the door that Marcus had just walked through.

"Hi Lily." Marcus says stretching out his hand for me to shake and I do. "Hi Marcus."

I wasn't expecting Marcus to be a fellow student but he was, he didn't look much older than me and had dark brown hair and eyes to match. He was handsome for sure, I'm lesbian but I could appreciate a mans beauty.

Marcus and I quickly acquainted as he told me exactly what we'd be doing today. It wasn't much different from what Janet had explained and before I knew it, we were walking down to the basketball court.

Paige

The ball had just left my hand and I knew it was cash, from my spot on the three-point line, when the doors to the court opened. My eye's flicked to the large digital clock on the wall, it was 11:30, media were here.

I watched intently as familiar faces filtered into the room and then one familiar face in particular brought a smile to my face, Lily.

Her effortless beauty always seemed to catch me off guard. Still being new to each other, I was seeing Lily in a new way each time. Today was the first time I'd seen her with her hair tied up, her perfect facial features on full display. She had a simple outfit on but the sliver of stomach on show between her jeans and shirt did something to me. I wanted to run across the court and hold her in my arms, feel her skin on mine, tell her how pretty she looked. Her smile shone from meters away and I could just about make out her sweet laugh over all the commotion going on.

I was so focused on Lily, I didn't notice the aggravatingly good looking guy stood beside her, until his hand came into contact with her arm.

Who was he and why was he touching her?

I watched intently as he pointed over to the stands where some of the media people had already began setting up. In all fairness, it looked like he was just explaining something to her but either way, he didn't need to make physical contact.

"You got some competition, P?" Jana joke nudging my side, obviously seeing the same thing as me.

I scoff, "That kids got nothing on me." I say and bounce the ball again few times before shooting another perfect three.

I glance back in Lilys direction to find her already looking in mine a small smile on her face, she raises her eyebrows and nods slightly as if to say "not bad", I give a quick bow in response and go to retrieve the ball.

We shoot around a little more before we all disperse to the different media outlets waiting to ask us questions.

My eyes fall to Lily more than I'd like to admit and I had to ask for a few questions to be repeated due to my lack of concentration. Lily never reciprocated any of my stolen looks because she was so engrossed in her job; jotting down notes, recording interviews and laughing along with the girls.

After what felt like an eternity, I was finally stood with Lily and Mr Shaggy Hair.

"Hi Paige, Marcus with UConn newsletter and this is-" Marcus introduced himself and tried introducing Lily.

"I know Lily." I say making eye contact with the brunette girl to the right of me.

"Hi Paige." She says softly, phone in hand already pointed in my direction.

"Paige, this was your first summer without injury, what did you do that you haven't been able to in previous years?" Marcus asks, pen poised to take an necessary notes.

I answered all of Marcus' questions before I had to move on, "Thank you, Paige. Nice speaking to you." He smiled genuinely. "Thank you, you too." I smiled back trying my best to also be genuine but probably failing.

I intentionally brushed my body against Lilys as I passed her, using my hands to manoeuvre around her small frame.

We wrapped media and hour or so later and the team and I were free to go but I lingered, shooting random shots while Lily and Marcus had a discussion before they packed up their things.

Marcus left but not before hugging Lily goodbye, I rolled my eyes watching the interaction before making my way over to her.

"My favourite journalist." I say draping my arm over her shoulder and pulling her close.

She laughed, "I wouldn't say journalist, I'm just helping out."

"Ok, my favourite helper-outer then." I tease and we both watch as the final few people exit the court, leaving us alone.

Lilys arm swiftly navigates itself around my waist and she steps in front of me, her other arm looping around my torso also so she was hugging me. Both my arms wrapped around her shoulders and we just held each other for a few seconds.

"So...Marcus?" I drag out looking down at the girl in my arms. I feel her body shake with a little giggle, "Handsome guy, right?" She says pulling away and looking up at me. A scowl forms on my face, "Not really." I say matter of factly crossing my arms.

"Oh, is this jealous Paige?" She asks jutting out her hip and placing her hand on the other. I turn away from her, "No..."

"Oh, I think it is." She says walking around and standing in front of me, extremely close, our toes are touching and her body heat is radiating onto me. She brings her hand to my face and directs me to look at her, "I am one hundred percent gay, Paige." Lily reassures her eyes looking directly into mine.

When we first met, Lily would never hold eye contact with me, as much as I tried but now she was and I could see every single fleck in her eyes. The light brown points making them sparkle under the bright lights.

"And I am one hundred percent regretting agreeing to keep this a secret." I say truthfully now bringing my hand to her face, stroking her cheek gently.

"But just us knowing is so..hot." She says soft and breathy. "The secret glances and touches." She continues, her hand smoothing down my chest to my stomach.

Her eyes linger on my lips and I run my tongue along them.

"Don't do that."

"What?" I ask innocently but a smirk creeps onto my face.

"Don't lick your lips while we're this close."

"Why not?"

She doesn't answer and we stand in silence, tension rising between us as the seconds go on. I move my free hand to her waist and pull her closer, if that was even possible and my hand on her face moves to her neck. I lean down and Lily leans up and after what feels like decades of waiting our lips reach each others and we kiss.

It's needy but delicate and everything and more that I'd imagined it to be. Getting a taste of Lily made me realise I'll never get enough. Her hands are all over me. My stomach, my back, my hips. She kisses me harder with an urgency I never knew I needed.

When we finally pull away from each other, both our chests are rising and falling at a quickened pace. Lilys lips are blushed and plump and they break into a soft, swollen smile.

"Let's get out of here," She says grabbing my hand, "and hope no one was watching the cameras." I'm still speechless as I follow her out of the basketball court, our hands linked together.

I drive me and Lily around Storrs for the best part of a few hours. Lily has her phone connected to my car and is playing her favourite songs.

Her playlists were filled with Lana Del Rey and I think it suited her perfectly. Lily was the embodiment of a Lana Del Rey song, the softness and vulnerability of Lanas vocals complemented the girl next to me without fault.

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Lily

I'd barely left the confines of my bedroom in the past two days. I only got up from my bed to pee and grab bottles of water which were now scattered around my room, empty.

Kelsey, Hannah and Madison had periodically been coming in to check on me and bring me whatever food they had ordered in or cooked that day. I'm guessing at some point during all of this, Kelsey had somewhat explained to our other roommates what she had discovered about me, because no one asked questions and that's how I liked it.

I didn't have the mental capacity to explain the way I was feeling or why I was feeling it when I couldn't even understand it myself.

After having the panic attack on Wednesday, everything inside of me felt...off. After throwing myself into my first day at work, I spent the afternoon with Paige and it gave my mind respite from itself. But once I was home and alone with my thoughts, they took over and refused to be tamed.

I went through Thursday in an altered state, so distracted by everything in my head, I felt like I was watching myself from a third persons perspective. The day didn't seem real.

One thing that was clear though was my time spent with Paige. She met me after my final class of the day and we just sat and spoke and enjoyed each others company. Things felt lighter with Paige, easier to handle but I was not Paiges responsibility and I was not about to become a burden to her either.

Kissing Paige on Thursday night was bittersweet because I knew I wouldn't be seeing for a few days at least. I could feel myself slipping into a deep depressive episode and along with that came a whole lot of self isolation.

I isolate myself when I get like this to save the people around me. I'm a ticking time bomb when my thoughts darken and I wanted to minimise the casualties. I was the only casualty allowed.

I cried when Paige dropped me home. I cried for me and this inevitable dark cloud that appears whenever it feels like it. I cried for her because she had no idea what was going on. I cried for us because things were going well and I was about to ruin it.

I skipped classes on Friday and slept most of Saturday. Sleeping when I feel like this is the only time I have that allows the feeling to pause.

It was Sunday now and my roommates had invited me to go to brunch with them, of course I declined. I think they knew deep down what my answer was going to be but they asked anyway.

Kelsey hugged me tight before they left, telling me to call her if I needed to, I just hummed in response and watched the girls with sympathetic smiles on their faces leave.

Getting up from my place in bed, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My hair was bundled in a bun on top of my head, undoubtedly tangled to hell. I had an oversized t-shirt on that I had previously cut to be off-the-shoulder. I looked a mess but I didn't have the energy or care enough to do anything about it.

The healed marks on my arm teased me to feel that of so familiar, temporary relief of physical pain. It was a mental battle that I had won up until today.

Paige

I knocked on Kaylas apartment door after hours, days actually, of deliberation.

"Oh hey, Paige." Kayla says smiling, opening her door for me to step in.

"Hi Kayla." I gave her a small smile in return that makes it obvious that somethings wrong. I've never been good at hidding my feelings.

"What's wrong?" She asks, perching on the edge of her couch.

I sit down too, unsure how to approach the subject without making overly obvious that something was going on between me and Lily.

"Have you spoken to Lily at all?" I ask, not really caring what Kayla thought, worry taking precedent.

She shakes her head, "No, I haven't. Not since Wednesday." She tells me. "Why?"

"I just haven't heard from her in a few days. I've tried messaging but had nothing in response." I explain.

It looks as though something clicks in Kaylas head when I say this but she doesn't speak up.

"What?" I push for her to say what she's thinking.

"Something happened on Wednesday. I promised Lily I wouldn't say anything though."

"What happened Kayla?" I ask, my heart rate increasing at the thought of something bad happening to Lily.

"I really can't say Paige. She asked me not to."

Ouch.

"She asked you not to tell me?"

"Not you specifically, anyone." Kayla says.

"I'm worried." I admit.

"Have you been to her apartment?"

I nod, "I walked past today and yesterday. I rang the buzzer but there was no answer."

"I could try calling her." Kayla suggests pulling out her phone.

"Please." I urge and watch as she presses call on Lilys contact.

The phone rings and rings and eventually goes to voicemail.

"I'm going to her apartment and if I have to break in, I will." Is all I say before leaving Kaylas apartment.

My mind reels with scenarios that could have happened to make Lily go completely MIA as I make the short trip to her building.

As I pull up, someone is leaving the apartment block and I jog from my car to catch the entrance door before it closes and I have no way of getting in.

I take the stairs two at a time to reach Lilys floor and I knock on the door.

Nothing.

I knock again, louder this time.

Still nothing.

Clearly her roommates were not home because they would have answered.

I knock again.

"Lily," I call out her name desperate for a response, "It's Paige."

I wait a while before knocking for the fourth time when I hear the latch of the door click and it slowly creaks open revealing Lily. She looks different, tired, like exhausted and...sad.

"Oh my god, Lily." I exclaim basically forcing myself through the door. "Are you OK?" I ask, my arms instinctively wrapping around her.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice is quiet and shaky and it takes me aback, she usually sounds so upbeat and cheerful.

"Where have you been? I've been trying to reach you for days. I went to Kaylas, she said something happened on Wednesday. What happened on Wednesday?" My words are rushed and messy.

"She had no right to tell you that. I asked her not to." Lily says, now out of my arms, she crosses hers over herself.

"I was worried. What happened Lils? Talk to me."

She just looks at me with heavy eyes and takes staggered steps towards the couch before sitting down.

"Is it me? Have I done something?"

"It's not yo-"

"Just tell me if I have. I'll fix it. I really like you Lily." I cut her off before she can finish her sentence.

"Paige." She says getting my attention, "It's not you. Please will you sit down."

"Was it Marcus? I'll kill him if he's done anything to you." I say now thinking of the worst possible things.

"Paige!" Lily says louder this time, "Just sit down." She flings out her arm that was across her chest motioning for me to sit next to her and as she does I notice array of white lines. Healed scars bestrewn across her wrist and inner arm.

She looks from me to her extended arm and quickly pulls it back to her chest before getting up and walking, fast to her room.

I follow after her in silence, unsure what to say in the moment.

When I reach her bedroom, shes pulling a sweater on over her baggy t-shirt.

"Lily.." I begin but I don't really know what to say next.

"You don't have to say anything Paige." She says, sensing my hesitation.

"I want to say something. I just don't know how." I tell her truthfully.

"Just say what you're thinking."

"What happened?"

"When - on Wednesday or what happened to cause my scars?" She asks sitting on her bed, crossing her legs.

"Both." I breathe out going and sitting next to her.

Lily inhales deeply, "I'll tell you, but I want you to know that's its OK if you want to leave after. I'll understand."

"I have nowhere to be today."

"No. I mean like really leave. Leave this," She motioned between us. "before it becomes something."

"Lily, why would I want to leave?" I ask genuinely. Theres nothing that she could say to me right now that would make me want to walk away.

"Because Paige, I'm a burden and being around me when I'm like this quickly becomes exhausting." She says, her head bowed down looking into her lap.

"Don't say that!" My voice comes out louder than I wanted and Lily looks up at me taken aback. "Sorry," I mummble. "but please don't say that. Being around you is not exhausting, I've never felt more alive than when I'm with you, Lily." I shuffle my body over to her, closing the gap between us on her bed.

We're side by side with our backs against the headboard, my legs extended in front of me and Lily's crossed in front of her. I place my hand delicately on her thigh to let her know I'm here whenever she's ready talk.

It takes her a while and we sit comfortably in silence, my hand on her leg and eventually her head on my shoulder, before she speaks.

Lily tells me everything. From her depression diagnosis at thirteen to her somewhat recent breakup and being outted and how that ultimately resulted in her attempting to take her own life. She explained the scars on her arm were self inflicted and she said it was hard to explain but she would rather feel something physically than mentally so thats why she did it.

As much as it was hard for her to explain, it was equally hard for me to understand. I didn't want to think of Lily hurt and understand it.

She had a panic attack on Wednesday that started this most recent episode. She said they come every so often without warning, she's on medication that helps her get through most days but she still has moments that she can't control.

I stayed mostly silent while Lily bravely shared such a vulnerable part of her. She cried at points and I wiped her tears but I didn't ask any questions, I just wanted to listen.

"Do you think I'm crazy." She sniffles, lifting her head from my shoulder to look at me.

I shake me head, "No baby. I don't think you're crazy. I think you've been through a lot in your life. A lot of shit that you didn't deserve. But what matters is, you're here. You're here trying, despite it all and I'm proud of you." I tell the doe eyed girl infront of me.

I place a hand on each of her cheeks and hold her face, wiping strays tears as they fall. I plant a kiss to her forehead, then one on the tip of her nose and I hover my lips over hers unsure if now is the time but Lily's the one to close the space, pressing her mouth to mine.

I kiss her gently at first as if scared to break her but Lily pushes deeper into the kiss, harder. Without breaking us apart, she manoeuvres herself on top of me, straddling my thighs. My hands find her hips like they were made for them and I hold on to her desperately as we continue to kiss.

"I don't want this to change the way you see me." Lily says breathlessly as we break away from each other.

"I knew you before I knew this and that's the Lily I see. The one who buys coffee for her friends when they're hungover, the one who smiles at everyone, the one who works hard. That's the Lily I know." I say to her as she stays sat in my lap, my hands caressing their way up her back.

"If it gets too much...if I get too much, I'll understand." Lily says playing with the strings of my hoodie.

"Can you stop saying stuff like that?" I take her hands in mine, "I want to be here. With you. Right now. Do you understand that? I'm choosing to be here Lily."

She nods a small nod letting me know she heard what I was saying.

Lily flips her leg off of me so shes back at my side. I shuffle down the bed slightly and pull her into me, my arm around her shoulders and head on my chest.

"One thing Lily," I say and she hums in response. "if you ever, ever get the urge to hurt yourself again, please come to me first. You're not alone anymore, I promise you."

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Lily

This week was going considerably better than last week, thank god.

Paige had spent most of Sunday laid next to me in my bed, even when my roommates returned from their brunch plans, she didn't move. I was falling in and out of sleep for the majority of the day, my emotions had exhausted me and with my head on Paiges chest and my body encapsulated by her arms, I felt a sense of peace that I hadn't for a long time.

Paige reluctantly left my apartment that night after making me promise to never isolate myself from her again. She made it abundantly clear that I can always be open and honest with her and she'd never judge me. I made the promise, but I knew it would be hard to keep.

Wednesday had rolled around again and I had a completely free day. No classes, no homework and I wasn't due in work at all this week. From speaking to Marcus, it sounded like things got busier once the sports season really starts, which isn't until next week.

"Delivery for Miss Kent." Madison says in faux accent knocking on my bedroom door, coffee in hand.

"Ugh, I love you!" I say standing up from my place in bed and taking the iced drink from my roommate. I took a sip straight away and immediately felt like I could take on the day.

"What are your plans for today?" I ask Madison as we walk together from my room to the living room, each taking a seat on the couch.

"I have to get in the library today, how am I already behind? Actually, more importantly, who sets assignments on the first week?" She dramatically asks, eyes wide.

"Oh that's rough. My professors went easy on us." I say silently thanking the college gods.

"So what are your plans for today then?"

"I'm not really sure, I might take a walk around campus and maybe meet Kelsey when she breaks for lunch." I tell Madison my unofficial plans.

I wasn't sure what I'd spend my day doing but I knew I needed to do something, giving my mind downtime was dangerous. I didn't need to sit and think about everything, ever.

"Not seeing Paige?" Madison asks curiously and my head shoots in her direction but I try and play off my surprise.

"Um, no, why would I see Paige?" I lie.

I would love to see Paige today. I hadn't seen her properly since Sunday. I saw her on Monday when I'd popped into the office to meet with Marcus and we'd sneakily made out in an empty bathroom. And we'd briefly bumped into each other yesterday but she was with KK and I was with Kelsey so we kept it short. Maybe I'll message her and see if she's free.

"Oh I don't know, she only spent the whole day here on Sunday. In your room...with the door closed."

My cheeks flushed at the insinuation Madison was hinting at even though nothing like that happened between us. The most Paige I did was was kiss and OK, maybe I was in her lap and maybe I did get flustered and maybe I hadn't been able to stop thinking about her hands on my bare skin and her mouth on mine...

I'm texting Paige.

"We're just friends." I say matter-of-factly, standing up to go and find my phone.

"Uh huh," Madison pretended to agree, "sure you are."

Paige had finally asked for my number after days of using Instagram DMs as our only form of contact.

She had tried to save her contact as Buckets with a serious of drooling emojis but I overruled and we decided on Paige with a star emoji.

good morning p <3

good morning pretty girl

what are u doing today?

wanna hang?

miss me?

duh

ive got practice now but meet me after?

at like 11

i miss you too

ok see u soon 💋

I decided to take my time getting myself ready before meeting Paige. I took a hot shower and washed my hair using all my favourite products.

My phone was propped up on my vanity as i straightened my hair, Emma, my best friend from home, took up the entire screen as we were on FaceTime.

I caught Emma up on my first week at UConn, my account was explicit, there was nothing I couldn't say to my best friend. She begged for pictures of Paige but I didn't have any to send, "I'll take one today." I tell her as I begin applying my makeup.

I keep it natural with a skin tint, brow gel, mascara and of course lip liner, my one true love.

I bid farewell to Emma before hanging up, telling her I miss her dearly and she agrees that she has to come and visit me soon.

With my phone still in my hand, I decided to snap a picture and send it to Paige letting her know I'm ready.

I didn't expect one of Paiges usual quick responses considering she was at practice so I did the final touches to get myself ready before leaving.

Madison had called out a goodbye while I was on FaceTime so I left the empty apartment, locking the door behind me.

The walk to the training facilities wasn't far and took me less than fifteen minutes to reach. Even though I wasn't working today, I had my Staff ID badge around my neck to make it looked like I belonged there.

Walking into the building, I assumed I had arrived just after training had finished. The usual squeak of basketball shoes and balls was nowhere to be found. I made my way to the court peeking through the glass in the door seeing who was around.

My eyes landed on a lonely Paige, dribbling the ball before taking a shot. I couldn't see the basket but could only assume that UConns star girl had made it effortlessly.

I swung the door open and walked in, immediately grabbing Paiges attention. Her previous, serious expression softened as she looked at me, smiling now. We both took rushed steps across the court towards each other until we were face to face.

"Hello, pretty girl." Paige complemented wrapping me in a rather sweaty hug, I fake grimaced, "You're gross." I say trying to wriggle free but Paige is not only taller than me but stronger than me too, I was trapped. "You love my hugs." She protested still not letting me go, "Admit you love my hugs."

I did love Paiges hugs. They were so warm and comforting and I felt like nothing or no one could hurt me while I was bundled up in Paiges arms.

My lack of reply only makes the blonde girl hold me tighter, lifting me slightly off the ground, I let out a squeal, "Paige! Put me down!"

"Admit you love my sweaty hugs." She brings her mouth close to my ear to say that and the hairs rise on the back of my neck at the heat of her breath.

"I love your sweaty hugs." I admit in defeat as she lowers me down, my feet touching the floor once again.

"Thank you." She chirps pressing a quick kiss to my forehead.

"Where is everyone?" I ask looking around the empty room.

"In the locker room cleaning up." She nods her head over to a set of doors which I'm guessing leads to the locker rooms.

"Didn't feel like showering today?" I joke.

"Wanted to shoot around a little more, practice wasn't the best." She explains picking up the ball from where it had rolled to once she dropped it to hug me.

"I doubt that, Buckets." I smirk at Paige as she proves me right by sinking the cleanest three. She smirks back, "You want a go?"

I shake me head immediately, "No. No way." I say backing away from the basketball player.

She laughs and it echos around the court, "Come here, I'll help you." She insists beckoning me over.

"No Paige, I'll be terrible, I know I will." I remain adamant.

"You haven't even tried, have some faith in yourself. Now come here." The second half of her sentence is sterner than the first and the assertion of dominance catches me off guard.

"Yes ma'am." I mummble and walk back to Paige with slightly red cheeks.

"OK, stand here." Paige positions me on the free throw line, using her foot to push mine apart and using her hands to bend my arms in the way she wants. "Here." She hands the ball to me and I take if from her and she immediately giggles.

"What?" I huff, I knew I'd be terrible at this.

"You're so delicate with it." She smiles repositioning my hands on the ball, "Spread your fingers out more." I do as she says and she takes a step back as if admiring her work.

"OK, now shoot." She instructs and I do and it's terrible.

I throw the ball with all my strength and it flies out of my hands and smacks the backboard, missing the basket completely, before rebounding off and almost taking me out in the process. It acted more like a boomerang than a basketball.

Paige was quick to intercept the ball hurling towards me and caught it with one hand before tucking it under her arm.

She was trying her best to hold in a laugh as I just scowled at her and began to walk off.

"Hey, hey, hey." She called grabbing my arm before I could pass her, "That was a...good first attempt." She says leading me back to the same free throw line I'd just embarrassed myself on.

"Good? That's the exaggeration of the century!"

"One more go, I'll help." She hands me the ball again and I reluctantly take it, remembering to spread my fingers like last time.

Instead of standing back and watching, Paige steps behind me this time, her frame enveloping mine. We're so close I can feel her front pressed against my back, her hands cover mine over the ball and I wonder what we look like from an outside perspective.

Paige draws the ball back, my body moving in accordance with hers, before launching it forward and I watch in awe as the ball spins in the air before falling through the basket in a faultless swish.

"There you go baby!" Paige praises, her arms coming together around me, "That would've got you 1 point!" She says unwrapping herself from me, raising her hand for a high five.

I smack my hand to hers, even though that was entirely Paige, I was taking it as my bucket.

"And how many have you got?" I ask referring to points.

"Maybe like five thousand, career wide." She brags but I like it, Paiges confidence in her abilities is one of the most attractive things about her.

"I'm catching up." I tease picking up the ball once more and taking an unserious shot at the basket and to my surprise, I watch as it circles the rim before slipping through.

I snap my head towards Paige in shock, my mouth hung open, her expression mirroring mine.

"Sinking threes? OK Kent!" A familiar voice called out, it was Aubrey coming out of the locker room, a few of the girls following behind her.

"I try." I boast playfully, knowing it was a total fluke.

"Are y'all coming to grab lunch with us?" Ice called out, also emerging from the locker room.

I looked to Paige for her to answer, the girls were Paiges friends and I didn't want to ever feel like I was impending on their hang outs or make it too obvious that we had something going on.

"We actually have plans." Paige says and I raise my brows, did we?

"Cool! Catch you later." The team waved us goodbye as they all filtered off and out of the basketball court.

"What's these plans that we have then?" I ask Pagie once we're alone again.

"Oh, you know. Our usual."

Paige and I hadn't spent much time together in the few weeks we'd been acquainted and any time we were alone, the majority of it was spent with my mouth on hers and vice versa so I didn't know what our usual was.

I look quizzically at Paige, "Which is?"

"Well it requires a lot less distance between us," Say says returning the ball to its rack and walking over to me, "and hardly any talking." She finishes as she reaches me and dips her head slightly to kiss my lips.

I'm smiling as she pulls away, "Sounds like great plans."

"Give me ten minutes to shower and we can go back mine, seeing as the girls are out we'll have the place to ourselves." She tells me before jogging into the locker room.

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#paige bueckers #uconn wbb #wcbb #wlw #lgbtq #fanfic #paige bueckers fanfiction #lovegalor333 #fresh start

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sadie-bug345 · 7 months ago

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gang as after school snacks🫵🫶

i main oreos and milk ANYDAY OF THE WEEK🧍‍♀️👹❤️

ponyboy:

prob apples or sum shit😭

like something kinda random but also reasonable

ngl apples and peanut butter HIT sometimes

so he’s real for that

6/10 also gives pudding cup guy

johnny:

either doesn’t have anything as an after school snack

#neglected

in all seriousness i feel so incredibly bad for johnny and his home life

OR he makes like a whole meal

no in between

like he’ll come home and just put together a whole sandwich, juice, apple, the whole thing

5/10 i’m sorry😭

sodapop:

just has a can of coke or smth

this is not a joke on his name but it does go very well with it

but i think he just THRIVES off caffeinated sodas

comes home and cracks open a dr pepper, pepsi, whatever

thats enough to fuel him thru the rest of the day

also when he’s had a bad day he’ll just sit in his and pony’s room in the dark and sip his soda ominously LMAOOO

8/10 my mom does this

darry:

yoghurt and granola typa guy

probably calls granola “cereal”

ily darry but this is unacceptable 🫶🥰

he def pressures pony and soda to have healthy snacks which pony listens to but soda…well we know what soda does💀

everyone makes fun of him for his taste but he gets so pressed so fast (trust me he’s mad at me already for writing this)

3/10🏃‍♀️💨

dally:

religiously has bowls of cereal

or just cigarettes yk

just sits in the dark and eats his lucky charms whilst contemplating everything annoying he !everyone else! did that day

thinks about how much homework he has and how hes not gonna do a lick of it

calls up friends asking them to share their answers to the spanish hw

and on the other side of the line they can just hear him munching away and just like “…what are you eating🧍‍♀️”

dal’s just like “the bones of your dead dreams now tell me what the fuck a conjugation is and how i do it”

9/10 y’all prob know im an intense cereal lover

two-bit:

gushers or fruit snacks typa thing

prob drinks kool-aid like it’s the water of life

he’s real for that to a degree

like sometimes too many ritz crackers is too much 😭

probably just eats packs after packs of fruit snacks

struggle meals all the way💀

8/10

steve:

just drinks a glass of milk or smth

straight from the carton

just a total scavenger of the pantry

so disrespectful💀

in general i think he steals all the gangs food as a joke

darry just bought some cookies from the grocery store and by the time he gets home from work they’re gone😭😭

4/10

ANYWAYS request hcs, imagines, anything! i do platonic and romantic y/ns too🫶

ILYSM‼️‼️

#the outsiders #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #darry curtis #the outsiders sodapop #steve randle #two bit mathews #matt dillon #sodapop curtis

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disco-orange · 8 months ago

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ODD SQUAD HEADCANONS AAAAHAHAHAHA.

Oona and Oscar are cousins

Every odd squad agent's main partner is their platonic soulmate and it's just kinda perfect through some supernatural means.

Todd and Olive were actually on solidly good terms when Todd got kicked out and the show only showed some of the worst parts to make a point.

Oona, Todd, Oscar, and Otis are autistic. Probably more but I really like these guys specifically.

Olympia, Otto, Olive, Oona, and Todd have ADHD. Again probably many more I just don't wanna list them all.

Otis is a huge fan of grammar and has posters of punctuation marks put up wherever he stays. His favorite is the Oxford comma. He *hates* the tilde because he claims it "looks at him funny."

Otis eats paper. He very adamantly claims "no. It's fine. I digest cellulose perfectly," and no one can figure out if he's actually right or not.

Otis eats cereal with water.

Olympia eats cereal with orange juice!!!! She says she likes the tang.

Both Todd and Otto put the milk before the cereal. Otto doesn't know why he does it, and Todd does it because it optimizes his cereal consumption experience [he is correct.]

Olive only eats dry cereal.

Ms. O/Big O/Oprah snores SUPER loudly.

Otto has superglued his fingers together more than once.

Todd's favorite music genre is classical but specifically the flavor with cannons n shit in the songs. Like "aw yeah I would fight someone to this" classical.

Oona follows Bob Ross tutorials.

Olympia had a phase where she put gems on anything and everything. She still has a pair of glasses from when she put gems on them.

Otis has a hard time with speech and will lose the ability to speak sometimes.

Oona has joint pain in her fingers and can semi-accurately predict whether or not it will precipitate based on said joint pain.

Oona has rats!!!!!!

Todd has always wanted to be a mouse or a really tiny rat. Just for a day. He wants to see what it would be like.

Oscar has re-designed the typing keyboard multiple times.

Oscar Really likes vanilla ice cream. He has a vanilla ice cream-inator that makes anything taste like vanilla ice cream.

Oscar REALLY likes textures.

Olive needs the room to be freezing in order to go to sleep.

Olympia's favorite show would be fraggle rock.

Oona is part squirrel. No one is sure how, none of her relatives are squirrels. It's just her who has squirrel DNA.

Oona has 2 moms.

Orla eats orange peels.

#i dont have many for the s3 kids cause ive only been able to watch 3 episodes sorry #odd squad pbs kids #odd squad #todd odd squad #otis odd squad #olive odd squad #oona

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captaincapsicle83 · 9 months ago

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Iron Man

The Avenger series, part 2

Tw: cursing, Tony not following directions

Previous Part

"Dude, you're like a million years old-"

"Excuse me, Ma'am, but I'm a billion! And your closer to zero. You're a baby. Added with the fact that I'm ten times as important as you-"

"Ten times zero is still zero."

"Not the point."

"I just wanna name it," you whined. Tony rolled his eyes, clearly baffled at your audacious manner.

"I picked an acronym before you were even born," He shakes his head, holding up the glasses frames in front of his face, not putting them on.

"Yeah? When?"

"September 21st, of..." He hesitated. "Of 19...93."

"Well, genuis, I was born in 1992-!"

"So me picking the name in the year of 1991 proves me right-!"

"You liar!" You exclaimed. "JARVIS, play back what Tony just said."

Before Tony can object, the ceiling emits his voice, "Of 19...93."

"JARVIS, you're being evicted," was Tony's response. "Pack your things. You're getting uploaded to a surf shop in Daytona Beach."

You laugh, taking the glasses from Tony and putting them into their case.

You were something of an accomplice to Tony's "Iron Man" shtick. You were what he called a "trainee," meaning you didn't fight anybody like Tony did. You practiced, though, and not just in a suit. You did end up giving Tony a black eye, Pepper freaking out over press stuff due to it.

"We can't send you in front of hundreds if people, or broadcast you to millions, if you looked like you run an underground fight club," Pepper exclaimed, pulling his head to the side with a grip on his chin. She looks at you all accusatory like, "You did this?"

"Cool right," you giggle, and pretend to bop Tony on the side of the face again. Peppers eyes roll before she stalks away, heels clicking.

"I'm her favorite," you say as she walks away.

"Nuh-uh."

"Yeah-huh."

☆☆☆

You sat on a gray couch, wearing pajamas and eating a bowl of cereal. A peanut butter reeses brand version of cocoa puffs. It tasted like heaven.

"Iron Man," Tony mumbled, reading a newspaper, standing behind you with Pepper. "Hey, that's kinda catchy."

"Thanks, I came up with it," you say, taking a bite of your cereal. Pepper was doing Tony's "makeup" since he had another bruise on his face, and also, the planned press conference scheduled for today was being broadcasted "everywhere."

Probably not in lesser fortunate countries, but you didn't mention that to Pepper. You wanted to stay the "favorite."

On the TV in front of you, the news was playing. You found the news to be exhausting, and quite morally wounding, but you were to lazy to find the remote and change the channel. You wished you could be watching literally anything else though. You had quite a liking for American children's shows. And Hannah Montana was on at this hour, maybe even SpongeBob.

Tony is given a speech, which he looks over as Pepper thanks Agent Coulson.

You wouldn't. The guy ate the last donut this morning, and he doesn't even live here.

As Pepper and Coulson walk out, you turn around in your seat to look at Tony.

"You aren't gonna read that, are you?" You say, crunching the last bites of your cereal.

"Of course I am, who do you take me for," He winks at you. "Now finish your cereal, and get dressed, we have ninety seconds before we have to be out there, and you look like a bum."

"I'm a squatter, it's the New York in me."

"The only 'New York' in you is Venice Pizza."

"And yet, I'm living in Iron Mans house rent free," you say, putting a false wistful look on your face, as Pepper is walking back into the room.

"He's not Iron Man," she shakes her head.

"Is so," you retaliate, walking away, tilting up your bowl to drink the milk out of it.

"You know, I'm starting to belive I'm not Iron Man," Tony says thoughtfully.

"You're not," Pepper scoffs. "And I'm starting to believe I'm raising two children. Y/n! You better come back out here dressed!"

☆☆☆

"And now, Mr. Stark will be making a statement," A man onstage says. You're on the sidelines with Pepper. You follow her lead, clapping when she does. Smiling when she does.

You were a star student. Have a star.

☆

You knew what was coming though. Oh boy, Pepper wasn't gonna be Happy. And, well, the head of security, who really was Happy, wasn't exactly gonna be a basket of roses himself.

But when was he ever?

"-To consider that I am a superhero."

Fuck up number one; they never said he was a superhero. You sucked in a breath, knowing the house of cards was about to fall.

As Tony stumbled over his words, a soldier whispered in his ear. Maybe something taboo, or maybe to read his cards. Guess the world will never know...

You have to bow your head, as you were already laughing. You felt Pepper smack you shoulder.

"The truth is..."

You pulled in another large breath, looking at Pepper to show you had composed yourself.

"I am Iron Man."

#marvel #avengers x reader #marvel mcu #tony stark x reader #tony stark #iron man #avengers au #the avengers #avenger reader

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noroi1000 · 2 years ago

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Hi, I have a request and I hope you like the idea. Have you heard of the word Karen before? Have you seen any videos about Karen’s? Well if you did I thought that it would be kinda funny if y/n, Gojo and Geto meet one. (Btw this is a Geto x y/n x Gojo) and if you watched Karen’s videos before, you know that a lot of them show Karen in supermarkets. Well anyways the story starts like this. Y/n Gojo and Geto live together btw, and is morning and she wakes up to do her morning routine and start breakfast etc. while doing breakfast she realized that they’re almost out of groceries. They wake up and she told them about it and agreed to go grocery shopping later. After a few hours they went to the supermarket and everything was normal, (also can I ask if you can put a funny scene we’re Gojo is sitting inside the cart and Geto is pushing it while y/n is embarrassing and annoyed at their childish antics) and in one of the food isles there was this lady (the Karen) just minding her own business and the three of them were next to her. Gojo went to another isle to get something so it was just Geto and y/n (btw Geto and Gojo call y/n rarely by her name, they usually just calls her babe, honey, sweetheart, etc.) So Geto and y/n we’re just talking and he would call her that and the lady over heard it and thought they were a couple. Gojo comes back and also called her with nicknames. Then the lady heard this and was confused and she immediately asked who was she dating and she told both of them. The lady at first laughed at the situation thinking it was a joke and said “your so funny young lady. You know a couple is between with one man and one woman.” But y/n said the same thing again and this time the lady was shocked and disgusted. And as any Karen would, the lady started making a big scene. (The conversation through the fight can be however you want but I ask that she said something really offensive to y/n about her dating two men and it made her a bit emotional). The ending can be however you want. Sorry if it’s weird, I thought it would be Interesting to read Gojo and Geto meeting a Karen in the wild.

Karen in shop

a/n: I had never seen the movies before, nor had I heard of it. But I've been researching about it, and I don't think it's that bad.

Warnings: swear words, typical Karen

You woke up in the morning as usual. Somehow slipping out of the arms of your boyfriends who keep you pinned between them as you sleep.

So getting out of bed was hard for you, but you managed to get your body out from between them.

You didn't want to wake them up because it looked cute that Satoru was looking for you in his sleep and started slowly cuddling up to Suguru. It was so fun and cute. However, you left your bedroom to do everything you do every morning.

Your morning routine isn't all that complex. You don't do so many things to your body every morning. Especially since you have no plans today. So you'll just sit at home and do nothing. You don't want to leave the house. You guys can just sit on the couch together and watch movies. Or do something. Or eat together, then do something, then cook dinner together, take care of yourself and finally take a long bath together.

You will need a day of laziness...

Have you even considered making breakfast to pass the time? Something other than Breakfast cereals with milk or a sandwich.

After putting on your clothes, you went to the kitchen. You were glad your slippers were soft and kept the cold floor out of your feet.

The best fluffy slippers are the ones your boyfriends bought you. They know your taste so well. Perfect color and perfect size.

That's why you love them.

You'd probably have to buy them the same.

Because you see Satoru walking around the house with socks on and Suguru wearing flip-flops without socks. Well, he likes traditional Japanese shoes, so you don't forbid him. However, you would like to see them wearing fluffy slippers around the house.

You turned on the kettle to make black coffee for Suguru and sweet for Satoru. Such a routine. The person who gets up first makes coffee for everyone else.

You reached for three mugs to make you warm drinks.

In the meantime, you decided to come up with something to eat. So that it tastes good to you and also to them.

You can't eat sweets alone. And you won't let Satoru eat those sweet, colorful cereals with milk and coffee with sugar again.

And you also don't want Suguru to eat bread with some condiment, washed down with black coffee.

You need some change to break your constant routine. Eating the same thing gets boring over time.

You opened the fridge to see the shelves were almost empty. Apart from a few jars of various jams that Satoru eats with waffles or pancakes. There wasn't much inside either. You also found some lunch from yesterday, but neither of you will get enough of it. Especially since Satoru is a glutton. The same can be said about Suguru...

You quickly looked in the other cupboards to find at least flour and eggs. To make even pancakes.

There was almost nothing there.

Already completely pissed, you sighed, and went to the bedroom.

Just to wake them up.

As you entered, you noticed that Suguru was lying on his back, phone in hand, while Satoru's head was resting on his shoulder while he was still sleeping, his long limbs stretched out all over. The length of the bed.

Your bed is huge, mainly because it can easily accommodate three people. And they are tall, and their shoulders and chests are quite broad. That's why it was the most convenient for you.

"What's up, baby?" Suguru asked as he watched you walk over to the bed.

And suddenly you climbed onto the high mattress to put one leg over his body, and sat on his lower abdomen.

"We need to go to the store..." I murmured, feeling the sleepiness return as you touched the bed.

"Sure, we'll go after we have breakfast." He told you and put the phone on the nightstand.

"We must go now. Because there's nothing to eat for breakfast." You said running your hands over his stomach, feeling the hard muscles under his shirt.

"There's nothing at home?"

"No... Satoru probably ate everything yesterday..." you said looking at the white-haired boy.

Suddenly, Geto hit him with his elbow, causing him to wake up.

"What...?" He groaned sleepily.

"Did you eat everything in the house?!"

"I don't know... I was hungry..."

"Hey hey, Suguru, don't torment him. We'll just go shopping and he'll pay for it." You said grabbing Suguru's hand.

"Fine... But let me sleep some more..."

You hoped he would be calm and sleepy all the time. However, the moment you took a large shopping cart, he suddenly came to life.

And Suguru wasn't angry with him anymore.

The white-haired man jumped into the cart, and you thought it was about to burst.

He started laughing as Geto pushed him across the parking lot like little children.

They nearly fell over a few times, but that didn't stop them.

You ran after them, telling them to stop. it was funny, however people stared at you...

And when you managed to get your white-haired boyfriend out of the shopping cart, you entered the store.

You were hoping for a quiet shopping experience. Even if you were there with them, and life with them is not always easy.

"Honey~honey~, could I pick up some cereal?"

You looked at Satoru who was looking at you like a child.

"You pay, so sure. Take what you want." You told him, plucking a strand from his white hair.

It probably stuck to him while he was getting dressed.

"Thanks honey~." he pecked your cheek with a smile before walking into another alley.

"What do we need?" the dark-haired man asked you.

But you were more focused on the woman who was standing near you, looking in your direction.

do you look weird? Or maybe he is looking at the products that are in front of you on the shelf?

"Uhm... Maybe bread first? Could you pass me some top shelf sugar?"

He smiled and reached higher, grabbing the wrapper before putting it in the cart he was driving as he followed you.

"Anything else, honey?" he asked.

"Let's go get some bread."

"Yes, princess." He winked one eye at you, making you blush a little at his charm.

Why was he able to change his attitude in such sudden moments?

From a cute boyfriend to being pissed at Satoru to being cute again.

As you approached the woman, she looked at you again. By staring at you.

Now you're sure she was looking straight at you.

While you were choosing fresh baguettes for breakfast, Satoru returned with his arms full of cereal wrappers.

He threw it all into the cart.

"You're crazy, aren't you?" Suguru asked, looking at his friend with a raised eyebrow.

"Our Mochi said I can! You know, she's our girlfriend and she treats us equally! You get your favorite coffee and food, I get my favorite sweets. And she's sweet to me too!" He smiled, and pulled you by the waist.

"We share, and we both have the same. Remember." Suguru said, pulling you away from him, and pulled your back against his chest, bending your neck to kiss your lips.

"Do you always have to make scenes? I love you both equally." You said as you pulled away from them.

Your relationship is that you love them and they love you. You agreed to it because you couldn't pick one. And neither of them would give up on you.

You ended up like this, and each of you knows that there isn't enough jealousy between them to fight to keep you for just one.

They don't want to make you choose, so you don't choose.

Because you love them both.

And the moment you said that, that woman who was next to you came over to you.

Standing in front of you, her face didn't seem pleased. On the contrary, she was confused, but it was negative.

"Excuse me, I heard what you were talking about. And I have one question for you, girl, which one are you dating?" She asked pointing at them with one hand.

"Um..." He hesitated a little.

Why should you tell a stranger your private things?

But in the end, you guys are open about your relationship...

"I'm dating both of them." you said.

The woman looked more indignant. But suddenly she smiled slightly. It wasn't a genuine smile.

"You're so funny, young lady. Haha... A relationship is between one man and one woman." She said covering her mouth slightly with her hand.

You looked at the old woman's face.

Did she really think you were joking??

"I'm not trying to be funny. I say it as it is. The three of us are dating." You said again.

And then her face changed. The smile faded, and disgust appeared on her face. Especially when she was looking at you.

"That's not a relationship." She said reproachfully, snorting a little with irony. "A normal relationship is one where there is a man and a woman. Two people. Two men or two women is not normal. And more than two people in a relationship is an anomaly. This sort of thing should be illegal."

"Why illegal? No one can command anyone they fall in love with." You snorted, already pissed at her behavior.

"Oh, I see. You don't have a brain, do you? Because no sane person with a brain would do something so disgusting!" she raised her voice. "Don't you feel it's so disgusting and horrible? You spend time with one man and then go to another! You cheat on one with the other and then vice versa! You're not normal, bitch. People like you are destroying society."

"Oi, grandma, did anyone ask for your opinion? I think that you are an abnormal person without a brain, since you approach people you don't know and tell them that they are abnormal. If you had any sense, you wouldn't say your racist views, and you wouldn't openly show that you are homophobic. I understand that old age, when no one wants you anymore because you are old and ugly, is painful. But an old and mean women who lives like it's the Middle Ages, no one will like." Satoru said, leaning down to her height.

"Did I say something to you?" she asked indignantly.

"By saying my girlfriend is a bitch, you're insulting me too. 'Cause the only bitch I see here is you. Probably racist, homophobic, and yet you don't tolerate small deviations from normality. I'll blow you away whore, You're twice my age or even three times my age and my hair is naturally white! Since birth! Oh no, fucking kill me for making my hair an old man's color! You don't even like what we look like? Gouge out your eyes! Don't look at people who are disgusting to you!"

"A woman having more than one man is just a whore–"

"I suggest gouging out your eyes as well as cutting out your tongue." Suguru said, keeping his hand on your shoulder so you don't take what she says personally.

"I'll call the police. I know people like you, long hair, piercings and tattoos! All you want to do is kill and hurt people."

"A woman who believes all the rumors... So annoying... I could tattoo your face on my ass that says "I have her in my ass ", or "shit on the bitch ". You want it? No, I wouldn't want my ass to be as ugly as your face."

Then you started walking away to finish your shopping.

Satoru followed you.

"See ya'!" he shouted, showing two middle fingers to the woman.

When you got to your car, you packed a large pile of groceries and wanted to go.

And then Satoru decided that he buys you pizza and also buys food for tonight's movie night.

#gojo #geto #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #jujustu kaisen #gojo x reader #geto suguru #jjk x reader

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dumbkatsu · 2 years ago

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You ask and I deliver! I'm so happy everyone is enjoying the Mu Qing hc, so let's start:

Mu Qing would notice the littlest things about you.

From how you style your hair, how you prepare your coffee/tea, what you put first in the bowl if it's the cereals or the milk to the little gestures you do when you're nervous.

He just loves your little mannerisms so much. He finds them endearing.

Even the way every week you organize your books in a different system

He would notice how you sometimes forget to take care of yourself properly so he would help.

If you are a very busy person in the morning and forget to eat breakfast he'd prepare it for you to take away with a sticky note saying: "Don't forget to eat dummy"

When you first introduced him to MBTI he was really confused.

And when you explained the concept to him he low-key thought it would be another zodiac thing.

Which made you really pissed

So you made him do the test.

(And during the test he was a bit bored ngl)

It gave him ISTJ

At first, he was confused but as he read his results he was starting to doubt his convictions and so he became interested in mbti's

Cue you sending him a shitton of mbti memes 24/7

And whenever he saw a meme roasting your mbti he would def sending you

You would def make him dress up as your mbti for Halloween

But he wouldn't mind

Because if it made you smile he would do anything for you

When it comes to communication in a relationship, he can get a bit shy and insecure, so there will be times when he won't say wants to say. But if you talk to him and show him that you can give him a safe space to express his feelings he will become more confident and it will show.

OH! I totally feel like mu qing is the type to avoid you when he realizes his feelings for you (pre-relationship)

If you were close friends before and this starts happening it can be very hurtful.

You try to corner him but to no avail, he just gives a half-assed excuse and weasels his way away from you again.

It takes Xie Lian, Feng Xin, and even a tiny roast from Hua Cheng to make him apologize and confess to you

"Mu Qing you should be honest about your feelings, it's clear that they like you too!"

"Yeah bro you need to go head in and do it, it's been too long and now that you decided to very obviously distance yourself they've kinda been upset these past few days"

"Only a pussy bitch boy wouldn't admit their feelings and just confess instead of causing mindless hurt to both parties, isn't that right Mu Qing?"

"San lang..."

Yes that was basically the last drop for Mu Qing and he decides to drive up to your place

(cliché warning: I'm about to be so corny on this one I hope you can forgive me)

It started pouring rain and Mu Qing cursed himself for not doing this sooner and just being a blatant coward.

When he reached your driveway he calls your phone

"Hey, why are you-"

"Come outside"

"Mu Qing it's raining"

"I don't care just come outside, I want to take you somewhere"

"Fine. Give me a minute"

You basically leave in your pajamas and go on a late-night drive with Mu Qing.

He obviously gives you the aux cord bcs he likes your taste in music

You guys drive for a bit until he stops at a place with a nice skyline

You guys stay silent until he turns the engine off.

Mu Qing sighs to himself as you look at him expectantly

"Look Y/n I'm sorry. I have been a first-class dick these past few days and I really didn't want to hurt you by doing it but...it's just that... " he stops.

The words he wants to say can't get out of his mouth it's stuck in his throat until he feels your hand on top of his giving him an encouraging nod

It's incredible how you make him feel like he can conquer the world without uttering a single word really.

"I have feelings for you y/n. I never felt like this before. I feel like I don't deserve to feel like this, I feel like I don't deserve you in my life because I can't treat you like you should be treated. You've been here for me through thick and thin and I would do anything for you. But I am honestly feeling very fucking scared for what it might happen next."

You stay quiet trying to process all of the information you were just told. It was a lot to take in. Until you broke the agonising silence.

"I like you too Mu qing. I always have" you said with a beaming smile

"And yes you were being a total asshat, I was so confused. I thought you were upset that I ate the last chocolate pudding in your fridge"

"SO IT WAS YOU?? I THOUGHT I WAS FENG XIN! I MADE HIM BUY ME 4 MORE"

You two broke in silly laughter and when you opened your eyes you saw mu qing really close to your face.

He was looking at your eyes with such adoration that it was hard to maintain eye contact with those grey eyes.

He momentarily looked at your lips and his Adam's apple bobbed

He looks back at your eyes again moving closer. Your lips almost touching

"Can I k-kiss you?"

You guys can figure out the rest ;)

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br1ghtestlight · 21 days ago

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for @jimmyjrsmusoems birthday here's like all my notes and everything i wrote for a tinimmy fanfic where tina was a single mom and jimmy jr moved back to seymour's bay. never gonna finish this but the heart is there lol

tina is 22 and has a 4 year old daughter named alice (named after bob's grandmother) her high school boyfriend got her pregnant and then took off. she lives with bob and linda and works at the restaurant (for actual money) and alice sleeps in louise's old bedroom bcuz she moved out. previously stayed with tina in her bedroom

gene is 20 and lives with bob and linda and he's an indie musician who posts stuff online and has a bit of a following. he also does gigs at random pubs and nightclubs around new jersey but music is basically his career (he still helps out around the restaurant of course)

louise is 18 and moved out into an apartment with rudy bcuz they both wanted a taste of adult life and independence but they honestly only live like three blocks away and she comes over for dinner most nights

jimmy jr is 22 and just came home from college after graduating with a kinda useless degree in dance and he's kinda aimless in life. he moved back in with his dad and works at his restaurant again (he moved out of seymours bay in 11th grade when his mom moved out of state and he went with her bcuz his dad really wasn't interested in having teenage sons and he wasn't supporting jimmy jr's dance career. andy and ollie still live with their mom)

Jimmy Junior was standing impatiently in line at Patterson Farms with a single carton of milk that his father had asked him to pick up.

He'd been waiting for the past five minutes and he'd still barely moved forward, because apparently every single customer except for him was choosing today to buy a month's worth of groceries. He really should have gone to the self-checkout and saved himself the frustration.

There was only one person standing in front of him while the cashier rang up their shopping cart full of groceries. Jimmy Junior couldn't see her face, but she had shoulder-length black hair and big glasses that reminded him of Tina Belcher, his first and only girlfriend from back when he was in middle school. She was holding hands with a toddler who couldn't have been older than three or four, who was wearing a tu-tu and rainbow leggings and had a shirt that was clearly stained with grape juice.

He wasn't angry at this woman for buying her groceries or for bringing her toddler to the store which probably caused everything to take twice as long. He was just annoyed with the dysfunctional layout of this grocery store in general. Why did they decide they only needed two functioning checkout lines at any given moment? They were the biggest grocery store in Seymour's Bay!

Jimmy Junior had only moved back to Seymour's Bay after graduating college a few weeks ago, but he was already beginning to remember why he left.

Not to mention his father constantly asking him when he was going to move out and find himself a job, as if he wasn't already helping out by working at Jimmy Pesto's Pizzeria five days a week. He really needed to figure out where he was going in life so he could get the hell out of this town, or at least his father's crappy apartment.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. You're still $24.95 short for this purchase," the cashier told the woman in front of Jimmy Junior without any actual sympathy or concern in her voice. She was probably counting down the hours until she could clock out and leave this overcrowded grocery store, and Jimmy Junior couldn't blame her.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I'll just—uh, I guess we don't need cereal for a few more days," the woman in front of Jimmy Junior said anxiously as she began putting items back into her shopping cart.

Jimmy Junior immediately knew where he recognized that voice from. It was Tina Belcher. He hadn't talked to her very often since he moved away from Seymour's Bay with his mother and younger brother when they were in eleventh grade and they fell out of contact, but he'd been friends with her since kindergarten and it was impossible not to recognize her distinctive monotone voice, and those eyes that he'd spent so many years desperately trying not to look into out of fear of the disappointment he would bring.

Their relationship had grown apart over the years even before Jimmy Junior had moved away and they certainly weren't as close as they'd been as children, but he could still remember how hard Tina had started sobbing when he broke the news to her that he would be moving away and that they wouldn't be going to school together anymore. He understood how she was feeling because he was equally as heartbroken even when he didn't really have a choice. Jimmy Junior had always assumed that Tina and him would spend the rest of their lives together. They would always know each other and have that childhood proximity.

He didn't know why she was going grocery shopping with a toddler or why she was unable to afford groceries, but he did know that he cared about her and he wasn't going to let his oldest friend be humiliated like this.

Jimmy Junior stepped forward and pulled out his wallet. "Don't worry about putting anything back, Tina. I've got this."

"Jimmy Junior?"

Tina turned around to look at him with amazement in her eyes, as if he'd just performed an actual miracle by offering to pay for her groceries. He could afford it. His father wasn't actually asking him to pay rent while he stayed in his childhood bedroom, and he was getting paid for working at Jimmy Pesto's Pizzeria. His only living expenses were paying off his student loans for when he'd gone to college and gotten a degree in dance, but fortunately his payments weren't higher than he could afford. Even if he wasn't really able to afford it, he wouldn't have let Tina go hungry or stand there in embarrassment while the cashier watched.

Jimmy Junior shrugged and walked toward the cashier so that he could pay for everything Tina couldn't afford, and the milk his father had requested. Tina took a step back and gently guided the little girl she was taking care of out of the way. Once he had paid for everything Jimmy Junior offered to help bag Tina's groceries and she quickly agreed.

Tina smiled at Jimmy Junior as he began quickly and expertly loading everything she'd bought into grocery bags. After he moved away from Seymour's Bay he had found a job working at a grocery store while he was going to college, and he would say he'd gotten pretty good at loading up groceries quicker than the average person.

"Why are you back in Seymour's Bay? I thought you moved to Georgia with Andy and Ollie?" Tina asked. She started trying to help Jimmy Junior load her groceries into the bags, but stopped when she realized that he clearly had more experience and she was slowing him down rather than helping with anything.

Jimmy Junior glanced in her direction. "I graduated from college a few months ago, and I thought it would be a good plan to move back in with my dad and catch up with friends I haven't seen since I moved while I figured out what I'm going to do with my life. You know, typical young adult stuff."

Tina nodded. "I—I mean, I never went to college. I took a few English courses at the community college in Bog Harbour, but when Alice got older it was just too difficult to keep up with schoolwork and take care of her at the same time. I still work at my parents' restaurant, though. They're getting older and they need all the help that they can get."

"Who is Alice?" Jimmy Junior asked Tina with a questioning look. He wasn't sure if Tina had adopted a dog, or if her parents decided to have another child after Jimmy Junior moved away and he'd never heard about it. He thought they were a little too old for that, but he wasn't going to judge them. His parents might have chosen to have another child too if they hadn't gotten divorced.

Tina gestured to the toddler who was standing beside her and carefully studying the assortment of candy and chocolate in the aisle.

"Did your parents have another daughter?"

Tina actually laughed after Jimmy Junior asked this before she explained herself. "Oh my God, no. They're way too old to have another kid. Alice is my daughter! Alice, sweetheart, do you want to say hello to Jimmy Junior?"

Alice looked up at him with an unimpressed expression on her face. "Hi."

Jimmy Junior took a step back in disbelief. He'd never even considered that he and his childhood friends were at the age where it wouldn't be unreasonable to start a family and have children of their own, especially because that was not something he planned for himself. His parents' had been around his age when they first got pregnant with him. When he took a closer look at Alice, he could clearly see the resemblance between her and Tina, although he honestly thought he looked more similar to Louise. She had curly black hair and a nose that looked almost identical to Tina's. It was kind of unnerving.

"Oh," Jimmy Junior finally said after a few seconds of silence. "You have a daughter?"

Tina was clearly confused by how Jimmy Junior was reacting to the concept of her having a child, but he just couldn't wrap his head around the fact that this woman he'd known since they were children themselves had a child of her own. None of his friends from college or anybody that he'd known in Seymour's Bay had children, so Tina was his first experience with this.

"I mean, uh, that's great. I'm happy for you, Tina," Jimmy Junior started awkwardly. "Who's her father? Or, uh, mother… I don't want to assume anything."

Tina began picking up bags of groceries to bring to the car with both her hands, and Jimmy Junior helped her by grabbing a few and walking to the car with her. Tina handed a very small bag of fruits to Alice so that she would feel like she was helping too and that she wasn't being forgotten or excluded. If Alice was anything like Tina or her siblings when they were children, that was probably a good idea.

"You don't know him," Tina said to Jimmy Junior as they walked to her car together. Jimmy Junior had chosen to walk to Patterson Farms because it was a beautiful summer day outside and he didn't have any other plans, so fortunately he didn't need to worry about unloading anything in his own car. "We started dating in high school after you moved away. His name was Nathan, but he isn't really in my life anymore. He broke up with me after I told him I was pregnant and started avoiding me, so his name isn't even on Alice's birth certificate."

"Crap. I'm really sorry, Tina," Jimmy Junior said apologetically. Tina opened up the trunk of her car—which was actually her family's car that was the same one they'd had since she was a child, he was assuming she borrowed it for this trip—and began loading groceries into it. "I had no idea. He's an asshole for doing that to you."

Tina smiled like she was completely unbothered by the fact that her daughter's father had completely abandoned them and left Tina to raise her by herself as she struggled financially. Jimmy Junior's father was far from a good parent, but he could at least be thankful that he'd never once considered abandoning his children and he even took Jimmy Junior back in after years of separation between them. He was sure he would do the same for Andy and Ollie if they asked. "Don't worry, it's okay. It wasn't all bad, either. I always have my family to help me with anything I need, and Jocelyn and Tammy were actually really cool when I told them I was pregnant. They held a baby shower for me, and Tammy offered to babysit Alice for no charge. I didn't accept her offer, obviously, because she's Tammy… but I could tell she was trying to be helpful and make an effort. They've grown up a lot since we were in middle school."

Jimmy Junior slammed the trunk of her car shut before he turned back to her. "That's good to hear. How has your family been, by the way? Is Gene still working on his music career?"

"They're doing great," Tina said. She grabbed Alice's hand to keep her from wandering off into the dangerous parking lot. "My parents' restaurant has had good business for the past few years, and Louise actually just moved out on her own a couple months ago. She's sharing an apartment with Regular-Sized Rudy because they both decided they wanted to get a taste of adult life without moving too far away from home. She still comes over for dinner a few nights a week. Gene has been working on building a following online for his music, so he's been posting video tutorials on how to set up certain instruments and tune them, and he still plays local clubs sometimes. He's been trying to learn to play guitar. Alice has been OBSESSED with him. Sometimes I think she likes Gene more than she likes me. She wants to be exactly like her Uncle Gene. Isn't that right, Alice?"

Tina looked down at Alice and affectionately ruffled her hair. She seemed to finally be paying attention to their conversation now that Gene was mentioned. Before that, she seemed to be more interested in analyzing all the different colors of cars in the parking lot and counting them out on her fingers. "Yeah! Uncle Gene said I can come along with him when he's playin' at a club this weekend. He's going to teach me to play his old keyboard, and someday I'm gonn' perform with him!"

Tina shrugged and gave Jimmy Junior an uncertain smile. "I mean, she can't be any worse than Gene was at her age, right? He got a new keyboard for his birthday a few years ago, so he doesn't really use his Casio anymore, but he couldn't bear to get rid of it. Too many memories."

Jimmy Junior nodded. "Yeah. He's been playing that thing since I can remember. I don't blame him for wanting to keep it. Are you still living with your parents above the restaurant?"

"Yup, I'm still living with them. I couldn't afford to move out with the salary they're paying me to work there, and they help out with groceries and childcare. I think Alice likes spending so much time with her family, too. And since Louise moved out a few months ago, Alice got to move into her bedroom and she doesn't have to share a bedroom with me anymore. She's… probably old enough to sleep up on the loft bed without breaking her neck going down the stairs, right?"

"Tina, I don't know how old she is!" Jimmy Junior laughed.

"Oh, right. She turned four this year," Tina said sheepishly. "I feel like I've introduced her to everybody by now, but I guess we haven't talked very much in the past few years. Life caught up with me."

#just gonna start posting extremely rough drafts for my bobs burgers fic on peoples birthday LMAO im sure everyone would love that #there are a feeeeww that i wouldnt post either bcuz theyre literally too long or bcuz i think i would wanna finish them someday #cough my tina and louise fic cough #but a lot of shorter 1000 word drafts with no editing or pacing lmao #bob's burgers #txt #fanfiction #HAPPY BIRTHDAY BTW!!!! jimmy jr enjoyers forever <3

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purple-scrunchie · 1 year ago

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Heathers Headcanons that live Rent-Free in my Head (Pt. 2)

Veronica:

Her birthday is October 29th (Winona Ryder's)

Ambidextrous

Has always been a huge nerd

Before Duke got her into classics, she liked sci-fi stuff like Ender's Game and Dune

Made Duke watch Spaceballs with her at some point (Their friendship has so much untaped potential-)

puts the milk before her cereal (This has made Chandler and Duke cry before)

Has a very noisy brain that refuses to shut up (iykyk), she turns to journaling to organize her thoughts and make sense of things

Often gets lost in her thoughts and forgets to pay attention to her surroundings

Has been known to pace around scribbling furiously in her journal for hours on end

Loves to pick up random things on the ground and keep them (She and Mac exchange shiny things, it's their friendship langauge)

Decent driver, if a little inattentive

Chandler:

Birthday is June 19 (Kim walker's)

Always wanted an older brother (someone who she could look up to & would protect her)

Cheats so hard at boardgames and card games

But never at croquet

So. Many. Freckles. Hides them with an inordinate amount of concealer (ik almost the entire fandom hcs this but I had to hop on the bandwagon too)

Refuses to go anywhere without a clear expectation of the situation

Or her planner and 12 color-coded pens

One time Heather and Heather threw her a surprise party for her birthday and she started sobbing because she thought it was an ambush

World's shittiest sense of smell (that's why she drank the drain cleaner, also she applies absurd amounts of perfume to compensate)

This also kinda affects her sense of taste. That's why she only likes BQ corn nuts, they have a flavor to her

Really likes flowers. She can't smell them well, but she thinks they're gorgeous. All her favorite perfumes are flower scents.

The one she uses most is lavender

Best driver of all the Heathers, which is saying something. This girl is a menace to the road. She goes like 90 in a 50mph zone and loves to run stopsigns/red lights

But she doesn't have road rage, it's honestly a little scary

Duke:

Birthday is April 12 (Shannon Doherty's)

Her favorite book is Catcher in the Rye (and Moby Dick ofc)

Veronica got her into scifi movies

Starwars and Spaceballs are now her guilty pleasure

She was named after some dead great-grandma she never met

her parents named her siblings Hunter and Hannah because they thought "ohho funny matching name children"

Only chews mint gum

doesn't go through as much as Mac, but will put like 2-3 pieces in her mouth at a time

Hums under her breath whenever she does little tasks like washing the dishes/doing her homework

When Gatsby hisses at her, she will hiss right back

Is much smilier around her cat than people

Worse driver than Chandler. Instead of running stop signs/red lights at 80MPH and nearly running people over, Duke swerves like crazy and flips people off through the window (To her the highway is a jigsaw puzzle)

Has somehow never gotten in an accident

She has horrendous road rage

McNamara:

Her birthday is December 3rd (Lisanne Falk's)

LOVE LOVE LOVES Madonna, her favorite song is "like a prayer"

Animal lover and devout vegetarian

also puts the milk before the cereal (this upsets Duke and Chandler less since they're so used to it)

way more observant than people give her credit for

Tries so hard, but just can't keep secrets

Hates lying. One of the only things she gets really mad about is when people lie to her

Has a million jingly key chains

Duke calls her "Macpie" because she loves to collect shiny things

Bonus points if it's shiny AND makes a noise (yes she is obsesed with those tiny jinglebells)

Loves to carry her friends with her cheerleader arms

Can jump freaky high

Coffee quite literally puts this girl to sleep

The worst driver of all the Heathers. She likes to think of road laws as 'guidelines'

JD:

Birthday is October 13th (Firday the 13th in his birth year)

Secretly a Canadian (French-Canadian specifically)

Speaks a little bit of French

He and Chandler argue in French all the time. It's how he brushes up on his conversational skills

Is even more of a cheater than Chandler

Favorite book is Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

His favorite Heather is Duke. He likes to talk books with her and respects her sharp sense of humor.

Plays the saxophone (this is technically canon but specifically alto sax in my head), his favorite genres are jazz and blues

We all know he'd listen to modern day emo music without an ounce of shame

And call the stoner kids posers

Compulsively sharpens the few pencils he doesn't lose. Like he writes two or three sentences and then makes it POINTY again

Can't choose between cherry slushies and coke slushies, so he mixes both and goes Cherry Coke

In my AUs where he dies, JD's grave is right next to his mom's

One of the safest drivers you'll ever meet, but likes to go fast on his motorcycle. He thinks he's such a bad boy for going 5 over the speed limit lol

#scrunchie's ramblings #heathers headcanons #heathers 1988 #heathers the musical #veronica sawyer #heather chandler #heather duke #heather mcnamara #jason dean

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sevicia · 1 year ago

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I was gonna eat cereal w/ milk & when I opened the milk I smelled it yknow jic cause we opened it like two months ago & it smelled kinda weird but I just kinda shrugged & poured it anyways cause my self preservation instincts have been gone for a While. I even drank what was left in the carton too and like it tasted weird & all but literally wtf else am I gonna eat ? (<- picky eater insane edition) So I start eating my cereal & I guess the taste of the cereal itself like, masked the fucked up & evil milk I was putting in my body UNTIL I shove a spoonful into my mouth and I feel this long, SLIMY thing sneak in and obviously I spat it out but I actually considered just swallowing it anyways cause I'm winning the IDGAF war in the worst most unintentional way possible. Uhh stay safe I love you all.

#unsan #emeto #diary

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ladylooch · 7 months ago

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I can imagine David being all too willing to assist Mack with a clogged milk duct 😂

Like her boobs (especially nipple) have been a no go zone since birth and when the doctor mentioned the success rate of partners sucking out the clot 🙊

"You need to take this seriously it hurts!"

"Hands off, it's only the left one"

The suprise in his face when it releases before spitting out the clot 😂

"Babe wtf that is huge!"

.... later on... "You sure I can't test it with cereal? Now that I got a second taste, it's kinda sweet and would pair well"

If looks could kill...

The way I am 100% grossed out about this, but know that David Carlson would absolutely do this without even a second thought.

Farm boy is not grossed out by much. Also, if it's between him sucking that out or Mack being in horrible pain, or potentially getting mastitis. Yeah, he's gonna suck on whatever he needs to suck on 😂

I also am dying at the concept of him trying to play while doing a very non-sexual act. Mack having to grip his hand in hers to keep him from doing it. He starts laughing against her boob, then has to refocus. But he looks up at her and Mack starts laughing.

"Babe do not look at me!" She laughs loudly, her whole chest shaking, making David break away again.

"I can't look at you. I can't touch your other boob. What can I do?"

"Try to get this out. Please!" She wiggles making her boobs bounce.

"Fuck, that just made me hard. Okay. I'm sorry. Let's focus. Hi boobies, I am here for strictly business."

#mackdavid au

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angelmichelangelo · 1 year ago

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hi! um.. so.. could i request a oneshotfic ab 2007!donnie having to deal with being temporary ‘leader’ while leo is away and him having to kinda watch over raph and mikey? maybe he rants ab this to his s/o but if you don’t do x reader fics i completely understand thanks!! :D

finally getting around to this one! thanks for the prompt, amigo! some good ol' 2k7 angst is like. my ultimate jam. hope you enjoy!

The dull thrum of the fridge is the only sound that fills their tiny, poky kitchen as he stares endlessly into its barren contents.

There’s a carton of milk that should have been thrown out a while ago. An old Chinese takeout box that probably has stiff, half rotting noodles laying in the bottom. A secret piece of birthday cake wrapped up in foil, wedged way in the back behind a loose collection of babybel’s.

Donnie sighs. He closes the fridge and the kitchen is quickly swamped in darkness.

He turns to look up towards the platform of their pseudo second floor; the colorful light from Mikey’s nightlight spills from beneath his door whilst Raph’s door is closed and darkness and emptiness lurks from behind.

Donnie stands alone in the kitchen, his gut clenching around nothing. His computer pings and he steels himself for a moment before he moves towards his station.

He always makes sure that the kitchen is stocked for his brothers and his father. He goes out of his way to ensure that Mikey has the cereal he likes, the ones with the overly sugary marshmallow bits in them that are sure to rot his teeth, or that Raph gets his protein bars even if he just snatches them up without saying thank-you. He indulges in his father’s sweet tooth for children’s birthday cake even if it sends his blood pressure into a spin.

Donnie keeps the kitchen stocked, and his own stomach empty because he can’t remember what his own favorite food tastes like.

He doesn’t watch the movies he likes anymore. Mostly because Splinter has taken up his own version of retirement in the form of bad soaps and CW shows every afternoon, but when it’s downtime, Don always lets Mike pick because he enjoys watching the way the smile lines finally etch their way across his face after a long, tedious day. He takes pride in watching the light creep back into his baby blues after they’d clouded over with exhaustion.

Donnie’s box set documentaries grow dust on the shelf but it doesn’t matter because Splinter is happy and Mikey is content and that’s all that matters.

He stops tinkering around for fun and to tickle his own curiosity like he might have done before and now it’s due to necessity.

His blueprints for the jetpacks he used to get giddy over with his brothers are left rolled up beneath his desk and whenever he’s pulling his toolbox out it’s because Raph’s wrecked his bike again somehow or the van needs touching up because more days than not, Mikey’s out working, coming and going from every inch of the city, the tires are worn and Mike’s smile is too, but Donnie knows how to fix that. He should do, shouldn’t he? He misses Leo painfully so. His best friend, always just a bedroom door away, he wakes in the night and finds himself stupidly shuffling towards it before he stops himself, standing in the still quiet of the night, hand hovering over a doorknob to open it to just nothing, there’s a pit gnawing in the bottom of his stomach, and soon, his grief is misplaced and it’s replaced with hurt, because Leo stops calling and he stops writing, and Donnie doesn’t have time to be sad about it, because Mikey comes home in tears one afternoon and he doesn’t stop until Don’s scooped him up and shoved a pint of ice cream in between his hands and wrapped him up onto the couch and there’s a corny rom-com playing on one of the back channels and it makes Don’s eyes grow tired and his head grow fuzzy but he pushes through just to make sure Mike’s face is dry and his smile is still casting a ghostly shadow at the end of it all. And Mike always shares his ice cream with him, even if he’s picked out all the good chunks, because that was just what little brothers were for, but it still doesn’t quell the burning ache Don has, settled deep within his chest, unbudging. He thinks about perhaps talking to Master Splinter about it on a few occasions. When the burning ache grows a little numb. He doesn’t though. Because between Gossip Girl and streams of infomercials, Splinter splits his time to their makeshift dojo, all hunched up and sad looking as he desperately searches for Leo, and Donnie realizes then that he can’t pass along a burden like his.

He’s in charge now – it’s clear to him in the way he stocks the fridge, keeps his remaining siblings safe in the way a mother perhaps would with reminders to be careful and to do dishes, and Donnie didn’t ask for this burden. It is a burden and once he’s felt it’s full crushing weight does it make more sense to him as to why Leo’s run off halfway across the world and refused to come back.

Raph stumbles home one evening, late, when Don should have been sleeping but he’d been caught up with one particular customer on his phone line that was prickly and rude and he’s got a headache wedged deep behind the back of his brain and there’s shuffling footsteps that Don would recognise through years of crime fighting as help me, I’m hurt footsteps. He whips around to face his brother standing, propped up against the kitchen table, swaying. “Raph,” he says out loud. His voice is thin and raspy. When was the last time he spoke out loud, he wonders. Raph takes a step forward before his entire body seems to follow suit, a little too enthusiastic as he pitches towards him, almost falling before —

“Got ya,” Donnie says with a breath, all of it rushing out of him at once as he braces Raph’s dead weight against him. “C’mon. Here we go.” He’s able to sit Raphael down in one of the kitchen chairs, slumped and heavy, Donnie watches him for a second before he’s rushing out to grab his med kit. Coming back, he’s relieved to see he hasn’t moved much in the few seconds he was gone. He’s holding his side, taking slow shallow breaths that scare Donnie a little bit. He pries away his hand to reveal a fresh, sticky flow of crimson. Donatello’s heart jumps in his chest. “Oh, jesus, Raph,” he hisses. He slaps his hand back over the wound as he starts rummaging around for the right supplies. “What’s the matter with you?” Raph, who hasn’t made a sound the entire time, huffs a weak little laugh. Golden eyes slide around the room, like his situation was finally catching up to him, they finally land on Donnie. “Uh. You want that in alphabetical order?” Donnie doesn’t give him any satisfaction by even reacting. He’s got the alcohol wetting the cotton. He doesn’t even warn him as he yanks his hand away and starts dabbing. Raph hisses, jolting so hard in his seat that the chair scrapes loudly against the floor with a high pitched groan. Donnie shushes him. Last thing he needs is Mikey waking to all this: he’s got an early start tomorrow at the other end of Manhattan. Upon further inspection, the wound isn’t all too bad, mostly superficial. Definitely a stab wound, that was sure. He isn’t gonna ask. But Donnie could fix this. He could. “You need stitches.” He tells him blankly. He’s got a sparing amount of supplies in his box, but thankfully just enough. He doesn’t want to wake April with this nonsense, not at this hour. “Stay still.” Raph, never one to listen, starts shuffling about in his seat, rubbing his feet back and forth against the floor, hands twitchy and restless. He sighs, tiredly, and Donnie glances up towards him. Their eyes meet, and for a second, Donnie thinks that maybe this is the moment it breaks. That maybe Raph will break down and say his sorry’s and maybe Donnie has some to say too. Maybe Mikey will wake up and they’ll find the couch together and they can watch something stupid like 27 Dresses because that’s Mike’s favorite and there’s a whole tub of untouched ice cream in the freezer with all the good bits still in it and—

“Get on with it then,” Raph says gruffly. He looks away. Donnie’s hand’s tremble for a second, but he steadies them for the thread. “Sure,” he says in a small voice. He stitches Raph back up, bit by bit, he pulls him back together, gives him a pretty little bandaid too. He says a short thank you. Grabs a bit of birthday cake from the fridge. And he leaves. Just like that, he’s gone again.

Donnie stands alone in the kitchen. Raph hadn’t even bothered to close the fridge door behind him, a hue of gentle yellow light spilling from it, lighting up the small underground room, Donnie stands in front of it, watching up at the bedroom doors with watery vision. He doesn’t cry, though. Because that isn’t what he’s supposed to do. He’s supposed to keep them fed and happy and healthy and he’s supposed to fix this. That’s always been his job – now just increased ten fold, it’s been left in his hands and he has to do it, otherwise nobody else will. He sighs, closing the fridge door. He slumps back into his chair. There’s the annoyed chatter of someone barking through his headset at him. The headache never really left, just invisible for those few moments, it lets itself be known now with a sharp jab of pain radiating up his skull. This is his job, he tells himself. This is the job he’s meant to do. Stock the fridge. Keep the peace. Stitch the wounds. He hates Leo for leaving it all for him, but what else is he supposed to do. His gut growls at him and his chest goes airy tight, like something there was majorly missing. This is fine, this is his job. He can do this. He sucks in a shaky breath. He doesn’t want to do this.

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