#it sucks that it’s two fuckin weeks away so i kinda gotta sit here until it happens :/

[gregmarriage]

No, because I miss you too, I was checking your blog over and over last night (which is so embarrassing of me). I will stab you and change television history forever once I go off anon <3 I'm still kinda nervous about going off anon becauseeee I'm awkward, but you can just imagine me as a giant cupcake for as long as you want, it is what I look like irl <3

(also good luck with your surgery, I'm super anxious too and I know how it feels to wait in suspense for that and it's the actual worst)

-🧁

i’m soooooo dorky about you <3 like, i’m constantly smiling thinking about you and it’s soo cringe 🫣

[burntmcnuggies]

Jealous Bird (Smut)

Jealous! Hawks x Reader

Warnings: sexual themes, strong language, feral Hawks, rut, unprotected sex, and a jealous birb, 18+ only please! :D

If you’d like the fluff version and not the smut, you can go here! ➪ Fluff <3

“Mornin’ chicken wing. What’re we doin’ for breakfast? I paid last time so this is allll on you.” Hawks sent a playful wink towards you as he landed beside you from his previous place in the air, holding his hand up and rubbing his index and thumb together as a sign he wanted you to pay. You rolled your eyes and rose your hand, mocking him. “Don’t forget who spent hours doing YOUR paperwork because a certain birdbrain was too lazy to do it.” Hawks held up his hands in defeat and slumped over, sticking out his bottom lip, over exaggerating his facial expressions. He whined and let his wings droop. “C’mon just one more time? Pretty please with your favorite pretty bird on top?”

“Stop dragging your wings, you’re gonna get them dirty.” You scolded and pat his back, slightly feeling how tense his shoulder were. You were about to offer to give him a massage later, not wanting your friend to have to sleep tonight with stiff muscles until you noticed something. His wings were almost glowing a whole new shade now. Such a vibrant and beautiful color. It was then realizing how close you were that you could hear a faint cooing bubbling from his throat. “...? The fuck are you doing Hawks?” He looked over confused and tilted his head. You grumbled at his lack of knowing exactly what he was doing. “Do you even have complete control over your body? You don’t even realize you’re whistling and cooing like some pigeon.”

You completely missed the pissed off look that crossed his face at your comment. He plastered on a cheeky smile and put his hands behind his back, picking his wings off the ground and tucking them firmly behind his back. “Nah, sometimes my bird-side comes out, especially during spring. God I go fuckin’ crazy. Sometimes it’s early and I have to take a whole week off a work!” You looked up to a couple trees you both passed while you were walking to your usual breakfast place, KFC —Although you always debate you want to go somewhere else. It was late winter, very close to spring, about March. You never kept up with the date. “Why do you take a whole week off?”

“People with animal quirks like me would understand. Just like Mirko! Haha, I’m sure she’s the worst right now bein’ it’s early March!” He laughed and put his hands out, his hands snaking into his pockets to firmly stick there. You pouted, wanting to know exactly what Hawks was talking about. You told Hawks everything, but he didn’t give you the same treatment. “I’ll just ask Mirko later then if you refuse to tell me.” Hawks quickly wagged his finger side to side in front of your face, his other hand being placed on his hip now. You were familiar with his body language and how much he loved using his hands. “Nah ah, chicken wing. You do that and she’s gonna pounce on you. You won’t see light for days!”

“Mirko has accidentally jumped on me before, it’s not like we haven’t sparred before! I can withstand some punches and kicks!” Hawks sulked again, his hands digging back into his pockets, displaying his annoyance that you weren’t listening to him. He just looked away and shrugged his shoulders back. “Just trust me, kiddo. It’d be for the best you didn’ see Mirko, especially at a time like this. I know how she feels.” You were starting to get irritated at his lack of response to your question, only dodging it and making you sit in suspense. Finally you gave up and decided to bring it back up later. “I’m just gonna stop asking, you’re obviously not gonna answer me are you?”

“Haha! Nope! You know me too well, (Y/N).” You both arrived at KFC, immediately greeted by the manager and many of Hawks’ fans who knew he came there a lot. Many asked for his autograph or a selfie, but he refused politely. “I’ll do some after I get some chicken! I’m starved!” Super fans offered to even pay for his food, to which he declined, saying that you were kind enough to have already offered to pay for his food. A total fat lie! He begged you to pay! You sent him a glare and proceeded just to order both your meals while Hawks spoke with his fans. “Well, guess I can start now! Who’s first?” After he saw you were paying and ordering, he began to sign autographs and take selfies that would no doubt be on social media in minutes.

“Man! I sure do have a lot of supportive and loyal fans! Must suck never bein’ noticed.” Hawks passively insulted your rank as a pro hero by taking a jab at your ranking. You were somewhere in the mid thirties. Not popular at all, especially in this part of Japan where Hawks was born. “At least I have fans who aren’t thirsty for me! Getting all wet and horny at night thinking of their hero Hawks taking them from behind~” You smirked and rose your hands shrugging your shoulders, before hugging yourself. You bit your lip, closing your eyes and squirming with a dreamy smile, mocking his thirsty fan girls. “Oh Hawks! Please I’ll do anything for you! Take me! Oh please fuck my sopping pussy with your big fat cock til I can’t move anymore! Mm! Cum inside me! Let me bare your kids!

You didn’t notice the way his wings trembled and his face reddened, his avian eyes widening as he watched you speak so lewdly. He shook it off quickly before he got out of control and leaned forward towards you smirking. “At least I have fans thirstin’ for my cock~ haven’t heard of anyone wantin’ your boring ass!” He gave a closed eye smile and brought his hands up to give you a big fat thumbs down. Your eye twitched and you remained silent, not having a comment. That was until you remembered a villain hitting on you not too long ago. “Well at least I’ve had a villain fawn over me! I can still remember it clearly! ‘Oh fuck, I would turn good to get a piece of that ass!’”

This time you noticed how his brows furrowed, and his wings fluffed up, almost as if he just had a whole shiver rake through his body. “When was this?” He asked, his head now resting in his right hand, staring intently. You thought about it for a minute, before taking a wild guess. “Ehh, about like a couple months ago.” This only put him in a more sour mood. You didn’t understand why he was acting so strange. Maybe it was what you talked about? Obviously you’d never talked about anything sexual with Hawks, but on the topic of thirty fans aching for him, you wanted to make jokes since he was always mocking you and making sly insults. “Sorry... I didn’t mean to make things awkward.”

“Nah, it’s fine. It’s not your fault. Well... it kinda is.” He admitted afterwards and smirked at you teasingly as if you would already know it was your fault. You frowned, about to open your mouth again before they called your number to get your food. You sighed and stood from your seat, walking over to the counter and retrieving the food, however, you were stopped by a man. He was young, about nineteen or twenty, quite handsome. “Excuse me miss, this may sound really straightforward and all but, you’re really pretty, and I was wondering if I could get your number?” You blushed a bit and looked away. You were a bit weary, but decided anyways. “I-I don’t know... I guess so. You seem nice. It’s-“

“Hey there, you gotta hobby of stealin’ other people’s things?” A gloved band came in contact with your shoulder, and a large shadow cast over you and the man in front of you. The man gasped in amazement at seeing the number two pro hero standing before him, it would’ve been a better experience if Hawks wasn’t threatening him with his looks and smart-ass remarks. “Huh? Oh! S-Sorry I didn’t-“ Hawks rudely interrupted the man, his gloved hand squeezing harder. His smile was obviously forced, and his feathers were starting to fluff up every second that past he stood in front of this guy. “Eh don’t worry about, you didn’ know. Now that ya do, don’t come near her again, Kay?”

And in the blink of an eye, Hawks pulled you away and out of the fast food restaurant. He aggressively pulled out the food and shoved yours against your chest, unwrapping his quickly and munching on it. “What the hell Hawks?! That was a bit much! He was being nice! It’s not like we’re dating or anything...” You trailed off, watching his wings twitch and fluff. You had noticed his strange behavior for a couple days now. His feathers would fluff up every now and again —you had no idea why— especially near men. “You should be thankin’ me chicken wing. I just saved you from a world of heartbreak.”

“That’s not your place to decide, Hawks. I don’t intervene when women ask for your phone number.” You crossed yours arms and turned your nose up at his childish behavior. He didn’t respond, finishing his breakfast and throwing away his trash in a nearby can. His hands slipping back into his pockets, displaying that he was closing himself off from you now. Of course, you began to become irritated at his lack of voice, but you decided to let it go and not pressure him further. “You’ve been acting weird lately ya know? I’m getting worried...”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m fine.” Oh how you hated his emotionless voice, so bland and robotic, it honestly pained you. His eyes were sharp, quick to notice your saddened expression. Hawks sighed heavily and stuck his bottom lip out, wrapping his arm around your arms and pulling you close to him. “I’m one of the top five pros, you don’ gotta worry about me, chicken wing. Cheer up.” You smiled and shoved him off, only a bit happy his cocky and arrogant behavior had returned. The Hawks you knew and cherished. “You know, I hate you sometimes, but I can’t help but love you at the same time.”

“Who doesn’t love me? The sexiest bird-man around.” He smirked and gave you a flirtatious look, a small sound bubbling from his throat similar to a whistle. You returned his smirk with a teasing smile. You were almost immune to his flirty charm, key-word; almost. Hawks was definitely an attractive man. Those piercing eyes with dark markings around them, only making the color pop and glow. His messy hair swept back and disheveled. Let’s not forget about those bushy eyebrows of his, they almost look like feathers from his wings, only a beautiful ashy blonde color just like his hair. You could probably do without his egotistical attitude and vulgar tongue, but that was still all part of his charm. “Move!”

You were surprised by Hawks suddenly grabbing you and jerking you out of the way of an attack from a villain. You were right there in his chest, feeling his warmth, hearing the harsh thumping of his heart at the thought of almost losing you. Before he had a chance to say what he wanted. “Well there goes our leisurely patrol. And more paper work on our desks.” Hawks grunted in annoyance and took to the air. You finally regained your composure and got into your fighting stance. “Ready to kick some ass Hawks?! Whoever lands the final blow is treated to lunch!”

“Heh, you don’t stand a chance! Show me whatcha got!”

—

“Thanks Edgeshot... I totally owe you one.” You scratched their back of your neck with an awkward smile as you stood in front of the current number four hero. While Hawks was on the assault, eager to show off and boost his already high ego, you tried to get a sneak attack in, but the villain noticed you. They were about to attack you, before Edgeshot came and got you out of the way. Hawks didn’t take this too well. He became angry immediately and finished off the villain in a matter of seconds. “No thanks necessary, (H/N). I was just doing my job.” You hated being in debt to someone more than anything, so you quickly threw out an offer.

“Please! Let me take you out for drinks! Honestly! I’ve gotta do something! I-“ Suddenly a large shadow cast over you for the second time that day. You turned around and shrunk down noticing Hawks’ wings spread wide, fluffed to the brim and shaking in anger. His face was red and his eyes were narrowed at Edgeshot. He was angry at himself for not being able to protect you himself, and at Edgeshot for rescuing you and holding you close. That was supposed to be him. “H-Hawks? What’s wron-“ Edgeshot was the one who answered your main question earlier before Hawks could even get another word out. The answer shocked you to your core, finally understand why he was acting so weird.

“He’s showing his dominance, and in a public place no less, how careless.” You looked at the ninja hero confused before you turned your attention back to Hawks. Dominance? His wings were such a beautiful vibrant color now. A shade of red you’d never seen them before on him. A sudden flash captured your eyes, taking your attention away from his beautiful wings. The media was eating this up. Soon it would reach the Hero Public Safety Commission and the president would not like this one bit. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). But I’m impatient, I can’t wait any longer.” Your eyes widened as your attention was fully back on Hawks now. You opened your mouth about to ask what he meant, but something was preventing you from doing so.

Hawks’ lips were firmly placed upon your own, his bright red rings wrapping around the both of you to shield you from any watchful eyes wanting to take a peek at you. His lips were soft, his hands finding themselves on your waist, pulling you flush against his body. You were shocked, your eyes wide, heart hammering wildly out of your chest at the sudden action. Slowly, you began to kiss him back, falling victim to his charm and passionate ways. He was quickly heating up the kiss, but you placed your hands on his chest firmly, pushing him away just enough to separate your lips. He was chasing your lips, desperate to get another kiss. “Hawks what-“

“I’m tired of waiting. I can’t fucking hold it in any longer. I know I’m impatient, but you make it so fucking hard to hold back sometimes.” You opened your mouth about to question, but the only thing that came from your mouth was a terrified scream having Hawks launch you both into the air and fly quickly through the skies. You held onto him for dear life, screaming at him to put you down. You nearly hugged the ground when Hawks reached a luxury penthouse apartment. “What the hells the matter with y- mmm!” He forced his lips onto you quickly, roughly grabbing your body and pulling you against him. His wings still outstretched and flapping slightly.

His feathers went to open the sliding glass door, pushing you inside while still having your lips firmly connected. He was hungry, eating your mouth like it was the only thing he’d had in years. His tongue forced its way passed your lips, dominating the inside of your mouth with his fiery passion. Your hands clawed at his fluffy tan jacket, pulling him closer, your body now aching to be touched more by him. He was just so intoxicating. It was starting to get hard to breath after a while, and you tried to pull yourself away, but he moved with you, keeping your lips firmly together. He only parted away to growl out an order to you. “Breath through your nose.”

His hands were on you again, thick gloved hands trailing down your waist to grab a handful of your tasty ass. A squeak flew out of your lips, allowing him deeper access to your mouth than he already had. You couldn’t deny the dampness beginning to build down there. Your panties were now wet with your slick, making you slightly uncomfortable with the way the damp fabric rubbing against your folds. “God.” He breathed against your lips, not even giving you a second to catch your breath before he was on you again. His hands quickly got towork on getting your shirt off. “I can smell your fuckin’ arousal. Fuck it’s intoxicating. You drive me fucking crazy!”

“H-Hawks! W-Wait!” You voiced your want to stop and talk whatever he was feeling out, but just seeing that lustful passionate look in his eyes, it was a lost cause. His pupils were blown with lust, his breathing heavy and ragged, desperate to start touching you again. “It’s your fault... all your fuckin’ fault it came early. Now be a good baby bird and take responsibility.” You didn’t have time to refuse before he was on you again, his lips finding their way harshly to your neck, his teeth lightly biting. You jerked your head to the side, moaning softly at the feeling of his canines digging into your skin. Your heart was hammering harshly against your chest feeling his thick glove drift up your shirt, roughly grabbing your boobs, groaning at the squishy feeling in his hands. “I didn’ want you to see me like this... but after all the shit that’s happened today... I can’t hold back. Not anymore. That was out the door whenever you started mocking my thirty fans.”

He pulled your shirt over your head quickly, pushing you back into his couch while his hands grabbed your waist, his tongue sliding across the top of your breasts. A shiver raked through your body, low pants leaving your mouth as you watched his mouth move lower. In a flash of red, a feather came up and sliced your bra open, being the impatient man he is, he didn’t want to struggle with getting it off you just to see those perky nips of yours. You were quick to cover yourself, too embarrassed showing your best friend your body like that. It’s not like you would ever look at each other the same after this. A strong grip enclosed around your wrists, Hawks grabbing your wrists and pinning them by your sides.

“H-Hawks...” Your breathy whisper of his name drove him almost mad. He breathed onto one of your nipples, hot breath fanning over the entirety of your perky buds. You squirmed in discomfort and whimpered, your body betraying your mind, desperately wanting his mouth on you. “Hah... I knew you wanted me just as much as I fucking wanted you. How long, how long have you wanted me? Tell me. Tell me how much you crave me right now, ‘cause I can’t get enough!” He drew out the flat of his tongue, running it over your nipple, all while his golden eyes stared right at you expressions. Your legs clinched together tightly feeling a tingling sensation spread from his lick. “Hawks no, mmm~ you cant...”

“I can, and I will, you’re mine, and I’m not lettin’ you out of my apartment until I’ve marked you as mine, and you’ve got so much fucking cum inside you that you’ll already look pregnant.” Your eyes widened and you jerked away from him. Pregnant?! Was he out of his mind?! You weren’t even dating yet! Sure you’ve had feelings for him for a long time now but this was all moving too fast! “What did you expect? I’m gonna breed you so fuckin’ good. So fucking good. You won’t be able to think about anyone else but me.” Now it all clicked. What he said earlier, how he was acting now. Why hadn’t you noticed it sooner? He practically told you everything this morning, you were just too stupid to consider it.

Mating season.

That’s why his feathers had been brighter, the cooing and whistling coming from his throat. The displays of dominance to other men who you conversed with. Courting traits for a male trying to attract a female. You weren’t dumb, animals mated to do one thing, and one thing only. Reproduce. Their instinct immediately is to find a female and mate with them, reproduce and leave. However, this wasn’t always the case in some. “Fuck, you smell so damn good down here. Your pussy’s so wet for me already. And I haven’t even done anything, yet. Looks like you’ve become a thirsty fan, huh? Wanting my cum deep inside you and gettin’ wet while I manhandle you? Fuck, you’re so damn sexy.”

“Hawks m-more~” You were hesitant to ask him for more, worrying for your poor body and your sensitive heart. Only sensitive for him. You accepted your feelings for him, struggling to voice your new found notion to him. He growled lowly in response to your request, hands hastily pulling your pants off in one fell swoop. He was absolutely feral. “I wanna eat you out so fuckin’ bad. Your sweet pussy, sopping snd beggin’ to be stuffed, fuck.” He has a particularly vulgar tongue most of the time, but never like this. He always expressed how hard it was for him to hold back, but this was a completely different side of him you’d never seen. It was like he was feral. A complete animal. “Oh, I’m gonna tongue fuck the shit out of you. You’ll cum all over my tongue, just like how you’re gonna squirt all over my cock.”

He stood up quickly, his feathers dispersing to shrug his jacket off before he pulled his tight shirt over his head. Just like that his wings came back to life, flapping slightly as a readjustment. His gloves were removed as well, now you could feel his bare hands roaming over your exposed body. He dropped to his knees, spreading your legs and putting your inner thighs around his head, but not too tight. He approached your entrance, a damp spot clearly evident on your fabric panties. His fingertips dug into your thighs, pushing his face flush against your panties. He let out a breathy moan against your wet folds protected by your panties, subconsciously humping the couch for even the slightly bit of pressure against his hard cock.

“Hah, fuuuuck. I’m so horny, everything’s so hot. Let’s get these cute little panties off. Don’t wanna rip ‘em now. Need something to hold my cum inside your pretty pussy so you bare my kids.” Hawks grabbed your panties and pulled them down your legs and onto the floor. He kneeled on his knees in front of the couch, his head between your legs, your feet propped against the coffee table, and your hands gripping the couch anywhere you could, desperately wanting to grab his messy hair. “Oh god...” He moaned at the sight of your sopping pussy, your slick slowly dripping onto the couch much to your embarrassment.

“D-Don’t stare dumba- H-Hawks!” You cried out his name in surprise once he drove his face deep into your crotch. His nose firmly pressed against your sensitive clit, his tongue diving deep into your cunt without warning. Your hands dove straight to his hair, pulling at his blonde locks trying to keep yourself composed from his pleasure. “Oh fuck! Oh Hawks! Sh-Shit! Mmm baby yes~” Your head was spinning, his teeth lightly pressing against yours folds. It didn’t help anything with all of the lewd smacking and slurping of his tongue eating you out so damn good. “Ahh! N-No Wait! Your tongue! It’s so... Ngh! Deep!”

“Keep moaning for me, just like that. Moan for me and don’t you dare fuckin’ stop.” The vibrations of his lips against your sensitive pussy cause you to flinch and squirm against his sinful touch, fingers pulling at his hair harder. An unexpected groan escaped his lips as he went back to work, tongue swirling and digging around, searching for that one spot that would make your world come undone. You continued to moan and call out his name, instinctively pushing his head deeper. His movements were quick and sloppy, savoring every lick of your delicious fluids, groaning lewdly against your pussy’s lips once he found that spot. “Oh fuck! Right there! Mm~! More! Please a-again!”

He ruthlessly began to abuse that spot, pushing his tongue harshly against it and attempting to massage it. His fingers poked and prodded at your insides, pushing his fingers past and replacing his tongue with those long slim fingers of his. Your head was now thrown back against the couch, releasing his hair and clawing at the couch for dear life, desperately clinging to anything you could grab. You moaned at the foreign feeling, forgetting what if even felt like to have sex. You had a fleeting experience in your last year of high school, but that was it. One time thing. Now here you are doing it again, with your best friend no less, or were you even friends anymore? His fingers worked on making sure you were prepared for him. You were enjoying yourself, being pleasured by the man you’ve hidden your feelings from for years. Him however...

His cheeks were dusted pink, sweat trickling down his forehead with some of his curly blonde locks sticking to his face. His breathing was ragged, heavy and stuttered with a thick sense of desire behind it. His wings were quivering, the color so vibrant it could rival a neon sign. Now you didn’t know much about their nature, but you could tell just by looking at his wings that he was very excited and desperate. “Gotta get you nice and prepared for me right, chicken wing? Gotta get you ready to take my fat cock.” His lewd words made your world just so much hotter. You could feel your arousal leaking down your pussy to your puckered hole and down onto Hawks’ expensive couch. “Ahh! St-Stop! I’m-Im gonna cum! Oh god I’m gonna cum!”

He jerked his fingers out quickly, grunting in the process as he lustfully stared at his fingers coated in your juices. He breathed out a moan while he kicked away all your juices, growling lowly in possessiveness. “Sorry chicken wing but... I want you to cum on my cock. I want to feel you clampin’ down on me, cumming so hard you faint. Screaming my name at the top of your lungs so that everyone knows that you’re mine! All fuckin’ mine.” Your eyes widened seeing him sit up more, pushing his pants down the rest of the way before kicking them off, leaving him in only his red boxers. His arousal was definitively clear, noticing how the head of his cock peeked out from the waistband, leaking pre-cum, tip red and aching. The sight was undeniable steamy, your legs clenching together with your thighs slowly rubbing together. “That’s right baby. Already thirstin’ for my cock, aren’t you? Fuckin’ slut. My slut. Hah... fuck I gotta be inside you.”

He pushed his boxers down, revealing his aching hard-on. Balls lulling down, full of cum, ready to be emptied out inside of your tight pussy. Without thinking, you sat up slowly coming close to his erection. You could smell his heavily masculine and musky scent from where you were, but you needed more of him. You sadly didn’t get far before he grabbed your head and pushed you back. “Nah ah, baby. Not today. I’m too fuckin’ horny and desperate to let you suck my cock today. Next time.” Next time? There was going to be a next time? Your heart hammered harshly knowing your long time friend and crush planned on doing all of this again with you. “Hang on tight, dove. It’s gonna be a long bumpy ride.”

“W-Wait!” You watched in worry as Hawks pinned you down, spreading your legs and positioning himself. You hadn’t taken him seriously, but now you regret it. “P-Protecti- Ahn~!” You couldn’t even protest once he pushed himself inside, moaning loudly at the sinful heat that engulfed his cock, heating up his entire body more than it already was. His wings flapped slowly, occasionally twitching as he impatiently waited for you to get used to his size. The cool breeze sorta calmed you down, taking your attention away from the pain nestled in your lower regions. “Fuck, can I move? Please, please let me move.”

Good god did he sound fucking hot begging.

“Yeah, y-you can- MMM! Fuck!” You threw your head back, pleasure spreading through your body. As soon as he heard the word “yeah” he immediately got to work on fucking your cunt until you were overflowing with his cum. You harshly bit your lip, holding in your embarrassing noises from his ears, however, he had no problem not hiding them from you. “Fuck, fuck, hah... don’t hide your moans from me. I wanna fuckin’ hear ‘em. Let everyone know who’s fucking you, who you belong to, and that you’re m-mine! Fuck!” He breathlessly moaned against your face, ramming himself into you repeatedly. Your hands were now on his back, clawing down his muscular back. He growled lowly into your ear, breathily cursing. “D-Damnit! Can’t... f-find it! Ahh... hah... fuck chicken wing, fuck yeah!”

His husky grunts were dangerously bordering animalistic. His pants were ragged, hips never faltering in movement, his wings flapping slightly and quivering every now and again. “Yeah baby? You like me fucking you? I’m gonna breed you so fuckin’ good. You’ll bare m-my clutch! You’re mine, ahhaahh! Fuck!” You were crying his name, clenching his back with your legs squeezing on either side of his waist. His cock was hammering against a bundle of nerves in your body you didn’t even know you had. “Hawks! Oh god! Please! Slow down-!” He pulled out quickly, leaving you a whimpered mess without that full feeling in your stomach. He flipped you over, hastily ramming himself back in you from behind, his wild thrusts getting harder. “Yeah, fuck yeah! There it is! Yeah! Gonna cum right in that womb if yours, you’re gonna be so round and pregnant with my kids! N-Nobody’ll ever come near you again! They’ll know you’re mine! My dove! My b-baby!”

His hot hands pushed your lower back, slamming you down against the couch and brutally fucking your tight pussy like no tomorrow, animalistic growls leaving his lips, teeth burying into your shoulder and neck. He was marking you as his. You were covered in his scent now, other men wouldn’t dare come near you now that you were filled with Hawks’ pheromones. “I’m gonna cum! Ahh! Hah! Hahn fuck I’m cumming Hawks! I’m cumming!” He rose his hand and smacked your ass harshly, the red tingling sensation spreading through your cheek. It felt so damn good. He grasped his hand over your stomach and pushed harshly. “You’re cumming, yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock? Gonna try and milk me are ya? Milk me, baby! Milk me so damn good and get every last drop of my fuckin’ cum in that ripe fertile womb of yours!”

“Hawks! Hah! Hah! Oh I’m cumming! Nhhh I’m c-cum...ming! Ahh!” You came harshly all over his still thrusting cock, your creamy juices spreading all over his cock and slipping down his balls full of his child baring cum. He didn’t stop yet, still bucking his hips through your orgasm even though you were still so sensitive. “Ohho! You’re such a good girl! So good! Fuck baby! Yeah, keep squeezin’ me! Keep fuckin’ squeezin’ meee! Agh!” He groaned deeply into your ear, desperately panting and grunting into your ear. You cried, physical tears running down your cheeks at the intensity of his brutal thrusts on your aching sore cunt. He slapped your ass again, squeezing it tightly afterwards with his nails creating crescents in your smooth skin. “F-Fuck I’m close! Yeah you want my cum? Tell me you want my cum deep inside you! C’mon baby, say it!”

“I want your cum Hawks! Mmm! Please! Please I want it! I wanna carry your kids! I want to be bred by you! Ah hahn! I can’t! Please!” You immediately regretted your words. His pace had become quicker, harsh pounds becoming desperate. You could feel his balls slapping against your inner thighs, a red itchy tingling bubbling up. His hands came around your neck, the other going to harshly rub your clit. You couldn’t contain the endless moans, cries, and screams of his name, his hero name to be precise. “Oh god! Oh my god! Feels so good! Mmm! Hawks, I-I’m gonna cum again!” He pants against your ear, snarling and growling about how good and round he’s gonna make you.

“Fuck I’m cumming! Hah, fuck!” He grunted loudly and released heavy shaky breathes, his raging hard on twitching inside your now gooey insides. You came harshly, your walls clamping down on him. He was fully embedded within you, balls pressed firmly against you, his scarlet wings twitching and flapping, stretching widely suddenly stiffening up. You could feel the warm spurts of his cum deep inside, forcing a low moan past your swollen lips. His wings happily drooped once he had finished, his head now hanging low, trying to catch his breath. “H-Hawks... I love you.” You finally admitted to him, watching intently to see his reaction to your words. He laughed huskily, his golden eyes raising back up to meet yours, still cloudy with lust. “You fuckin’ better. You’re my dove, now and forever, ya hear that? Now...”

“Let’s make sure you get pregnant.”

—

Pain was the first thing you were met with the morning after your undeniably passionate night with Hawks. Feathers were scattered all over the place, large blankets thrown everywhere, and some of his clothes were thrown over you. Incredibly confused, you sat up but quickly jolted back down as a searing hot pain shot through your body from your hips. “Woah there, chicken wing! Relax, you must be in a lot of pain. I don’t blame you after the harsh fucking I put you through last night.” The man who had put you in such pain walked into the room, shirtless and only in a pair of boxers. The bed dipped slowly as he sat on the bed, handing you a cool glass of water. You painfully sat up, gently taking the glass from his rough hands, thanking him quietly. “What the hell did you do while I was out?”

The pro hero looked around the room before coming to lay eyes on you again, scratching the back of his neck with a faint blush on his cheeks. “I uh, made a nest!” He answered bashfully. It was an incredibly rare sight to see him embarrassed. Uncomfortable sometimes, but never embarrassed. You looked around the mess and raised a brow. “Nest? Why the hell did you-“ You stopped once you remembered what had happened last night between the both of you and what you had realized. You blushed and threw the covers off yourself quickly, horrified at the sticky mess dripping from your insides, still. Just how many rounds had you gone with him last night? “Hah, Sorry. I just couldn’ hold myself back. My ruts are really bad, which is why I always take a week off.”

“You didn’t have to cum inside me this much Hawks...” You said and cringed at all the fluids dripping out of your abused cunt. You didn’t notice, but his wings shivered, ruffling up a bit at the sight of your leaky pussy, until they settled down again. “It’s your fault ya know? Makin’ me so damn jealous I had to claim you for myself. Claim you before someone else took you.” Your cheeks reddened slightly, and you looked to the side, your heart racing. Of course, he could feel your sensitive heart racing, and slowly leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. Your eyes widened in surprise, melting into his sweet kiss. There was no sexual intention behind the kiss, only a reassurance that you didn’t have to worry about speaking your true feelings, that he already knew you loved him. “You’re my baby bird now. You’ve upgraded chicken wing. Congrats.”

“How many levels are there with you?” You laughed, enjoying this sweet moment with your new lover. He laughed and hopped into bed beside you, pulling you close to him in your little nest. His hands ran over your flat stomach slowly, cooing and flapping his wings lightly. “A lot more, step up your game, baby. You good though? How do you feel knowin’ you have the most popular hero’s cum inside of you. Mixin’ with all your fertile eggs to make my fuckin’ kids.” He growled possessively and wrapped his wings around you protectively, kissing your head and over your face. You couldn’t help but turn red at his words, embarrassed by how blunt he is. “Do... do you really want to have kids Hawks? I mean... we just started... d-dating...”

“Who cares the order, as long as you’re mine and that little bundle of feathers inside you is all mine, order can go fuck itself.” You rolled your eyes, flicking his arm gently. His whistling and cooing got louder the more he cuddled you, his lips peppering your face with kisses. “Ya know they already have story’s about us? They got my whole ‘top bird’ thing on video.” He seemed quite happy with it. The president of the HPSC would not be happy about this once she found out. But knowing Hawks, he couldn’t have given two fucks about it. He raised your chin, smirking smugly. “I also tweeted that we’re dating and that you’re mine, and that we’re gonna have chicks, and that all those other guys better stay away or I’ll kill ‘em.”

You rolled your eyes. “You jealous bird...”

[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 18]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; dom!seungcheol, dirty talk, car sex, filmed sex videos, using panties as a gag, but also panty stuffing, choking, domme!reader for like .3 seconds ☠️, after all the mess of last night(iykyk) i think we need this lol, but also a bit of a filler chapter for… reasons. 💕 but also came out raunchier than I anticipated but that was maybe just a me thing LOL 😭 as always, thank you for all the love and support with cherry bomb💕💕 only two more chapters left, I cant believe it... 😭😭😭 also again, another inbox roundup tomorrow! For now, enjoy ch 18 and have a great weekend! Be safe! ❤️🍒

not me editing the notes to include the ❤️🍒 that cheol just used on weverse 😩

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“Did you get it?”

Jun looks around the diner as he nods, “Yeah. It got to my house yesterday but I still don’t understand why I had to help you get this… Does Seungcheol-hyung not know? I’m confused.” He laughs nervously, somewhat concerned he’s helping you do something you shouldn’t be doing.

You grin back at the confused male, blinking innocently at him while he chuckles under his breath.

“Not… for now. But don’t worry. He’ll find out! I just… Haven’t brought it up to him yet, is all! But I will! ‘Cause we’re planning something~”

Jun’s lips fall into a surprised ‘o’, eyes flitting to the group of people that enter the diner.

“I’ll be with you in a moment!” He yells, smiling before he turns to face you again. “So you’re scheming something but hyung’s just not part of the scheming… yet?”

“Exactly!”

“Hey, what do you say we go on a picnic date on Saturday?”

You tilt your head at Seungcheol, eyebrows raised. “I mean, I’d love to but we need to… post on Saturday? We haven’t filmed anything yet so I thought we’d film early on Saturday and then… y’know.”

Seungcheol grins at you from the opposite end of the sofa; eyes glimmering with a playfulness that has you mumbling a quiet ‘I see’ before rolling your eyes jokingly at the male.

“I see you’re scheming so the answer is yes, ‘Cheol, I’d love to go on a date with you on Saturday.”

“Good, ‘cause I already have everything set up for us so it would’ve been a waste!”

The two of you share a laugh before you’re remembering what you needed to bring up to Seungcheol. “Hey, by the way… about the channel rebranding thing.” Pausing, you wait for him to give you his full attention before you continue. “I thought maybe, we skip next week’s Wednesday show and instead we do a Friday show and for the last time, do a Saturday show and that’ll be, like, the rebranding? Is that confusing?”

Seungcheol nods along slowly, “No I know what you’re goin’ for. Any ideas for the shows?”

Your face and cheeks feel hot as you squirm, “Well… I had this idea. Why don’t we each… come up with a show concept. I’ll pick Friday’s show and you can pick Saturday’s and we’ll go with each other’s idea. Not, like, a competition but y’know, I thought it’d be fun for our viewers too! They can see what we come up with when each of us have control of the theme.”

Seungcheol goes quiet, contemplating his options. “And neither of us will know what the other’s concept is until the show?”

“Mmhmm! All within our hard limits though! That’s the only rule.”

A grin finds its way onto Seungcheol’s face. 

Oh, did he have ideas.

“Sounds fun. Can’t wait to see what you come up with, baby.”

‘Jeongguk I have a favour.’

Jeon 🥴: always favours wit u but ok, i havent been disappointed yet

Jeon 🥴: u keep me on my toes, it makes me tingly 

‘Shut up’

‘Do you have Jimin’s phone number, by chance?’

Jeon 🥴: I mean yea i do but…

Jeon 🥴: nvm i dont wanna kno

Jeon 🥴: but actually i wanna kno before i give it to u

‘Just give me the number and you can find out next Saturday’

Jeon 🥴: cryptic but i like it

Jeon 🥴: 82 13 1013 0613

Jeon 🥴: ur welcome

‘Thanks, Jeongguk, I owe you.’

The week continues with you and Seungcheol continuing to plan without each other; sly smirks and hushed giggles passed between you both even when Friday’s show comes and goes.

Saturday morning greets you with cloudy skies and pouring rain and you pout at Seungcheol as soon as you manage to get the curtains open to watch the downpour.

“‘Cheol, it’s raining… How are we gonna go on a picnic date now?” He bites the inside of his cheek as he thinks.

“We can still go on our date, we’ll just… stay in the car. It’s not as romantic as I would’ve liked but I already had everything set up for us and even packed a basket.” He laughs under his breath, a little deflated that the rain had suddenly come and ruined his plans.

There went his idea of fucking you on a big picnic blanket out in the open.

“I gotta say, even though we’re just chilling in your parked car on the hillside… It’s actually quite pretty out here, ‘Cheol! Kinda calming with the rain and all~”

The two of you stay bundled up underneath a blanket in the backseat; the car windows already fogged up with the warmth the two of you radiate.

Seungcheol had packed a picnic basket filled with various snacks and premade food; a sheepish smile on his face when he told you he wasn’t sure what to bring.

“I would’ve made food but I wanted it to be a surprise and I also wasn’t sure what would’ve been good to bring. Although, now I’m thinkin’ we should’ve packed a thermos of hot chocolate or something.”

You pull away from him slightly, pouting. “That would’ve been good to warm us up a bit. I totally didn’t think of it either…”

Seungcheol grins, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “Speaking of warming up…” He leaves the comfort of the blanket as he leans over to the side, placing his phone precariously on the phone holder that he’d set up on the backside of the driver’s seat to catch a side view of the two of you. He opens the camera app and quickly starts recording before he settles back into his place across from you.

“Well? Give it to me, baby. Right now.”

You feel a thrum of arousal pour over you at his sudden demand, “I--but--but I’m not p-prepped yet, I--”

Seungcheol chuckles, shaking his head slightly before he leans over you; making sure the two of you are within the camera’s line of filming.

“Baby, I just wanted a kiss.” Your entire face goes hot, all the way up to your ears. “O-oh.”

He leans in, soft lips pressing against your own as he tangles a hand in your hair to deepen the kiss. You melt into his touch, lips parting on their own as you let out soft moans that mix in with the pitter patter of rain outside.

His lips leave yours and before you can even get a word out, a shiver runs up your spine when he starts pressing soft kisses against your jawline.

“So pretty and all mine.” He mumbles; voice muffled against your warm skin. “And now everyone knows who you belong to, right, angel?”

You nod shakily, throat dry at the gentleness in Seongcheol’s voice. “Y-yeah… ‘m all yours, ‘C--Cheol…”

“Should I leave some reminders? Just in case anyone forgets.”

You mewl in response, eyes rolling back when you feel Seungcheol starting to leave love bites on your neck. He sucks on the skin, only to soothe it with his tongue moments after.

“A-ah, don’t l-leave so many or e-else…” Whining, you rub your thighs together under the blanket; already feeling the arousal starting to take over your body.

“Or else…? I wasn’t aware you were giving me orders now, baby.” He smirks against your skin, leaving one more love bite on the column of your neck before he pulls away.

He kisses you softly on the lips once more before he’s pulling the blanket off of you and tugging you onto his lap; a gentle, warm smile on his plush lips. Your lust filled eyes meet Seungcheol’s before they’re flitting down to your lap where he pushes your skirt up to reveal your panties and before you can fully comprehend, he’s already tearing at the material before he tosses it to the side.

“I want you to ride my cock just like this, baby. Forget the camera’s even rolling, I wanna see you getting off in the backseat of my car and I wanna see your pretty face when you’re falling apart from how good my cock fills up your pretty cunt.”

You rock your hips against Seungcheol’s; hands placed on his shoulder as you chase your pleasure.

“You look so pretty like this, angel. So fuckin’ cute when you’re getting what you want.” You moan in response, head thrown back when the head of his cock taps your g-spot.

“So fuckin’ wet for me.” Seungcheol pauses; hands snaking down your body until you feel them on the skin of your ass.

He squeezes your ass as you whine loudly, fingertips teasing at the puckered rim. “Ah, we should’ve brought a toy with us. Bet you would’ve liked both of your needy holes filled, huh?”

“Y-yes, fuck! S--Seungcheol!” You clench around his cock, bouncing in his lap harder when he pulls his fingers away.

“We’ll save it for another time~ Wouldn’t want to rock the car too much, y’know? And I’d want you to be comfortable when you have all your needy ‘lil holes filled, not in the backseat of my car.” He grins at your somewhat disappointed face; feet planted on the floor of the car before he’s thrusting up into you and matching your erratic movements.

“Oh, g-god, it feels s--so good! I, ah, w-wanna cum!” Whimpering, your brows furrow as your hazy eyes meet Seungcheol’s.

“Aww, my sweet angel wants to cum already? So fuckin’ easy. Only a few minutes on my cock and you’re already falling apart?”

When he smirks back at you; there’s a sudden pang of confidence that pours over you and in an instant, you move a free hand up to the column of his throat. You squeeze down slightly, only enough as a warning as he licks his lips at you.

There’s a beat of silence as the two of you stop your movements while you sit perfectly still on his cock.

“Hmm? Gonna choke me to shut me up, baby? Go ahead. Let’s see if you can.” He taunts, hands still on your clothed waist. You start swiveling your hips again, except this time you keep your hand loosely wrapped around his neck; fingertips only just pressing into the sides as he lets out a soft groan in return.

“I bet you’d like it t-too much, ‘Cheol…” He chuckles softly; nodding when he feels his cock throbbing inside of your pussy.

“Not as much as you do.” He starts thrusting up into you again, momentarily making you lose your hold on him when your body jostles from his harsh movements.

“Mmh, gonna cum in your pretty cunt ‘n then I’m gonna make you sit pretty with your fingers keeping my cum inside while I drive us both home. Fuck, bet you’d cum again just from that too. Sitting in the passenger’s seat, fingering my cum deeper into your needy cunt.”

Before Seungcheol can say any more, your other free hand quickly reaches for your discarded, torn panties; shoving them into his parted lips as he lets out a surprised noise around the fabric.

“You, ngh, t-talk too m-much…” You mutter.

Seungcheol can’t help but laugh around the fabric, quickly pulling your hand from around his neck as he swiftly maneuvers you off of his cock to switch your positions.

He presses you down into the backseat as he pistons his hips into you; his hands keeping your legs spread obscenely wide as he fucks you hard and fast.

The car rocks back and forth with his harsh movements and your moans only get louder and louder with each thrust of his hips that has the head of his cock slamming into your g-spot.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, ‘m gonna c-cum!” You feel your walls getting tighter around Seungcheol’s cock and he finds it harder and harder to thrust into you as your body starts to tense with your impending orgasm. He growls around the fabric in his mouth; eyes silently ordering you to cum as his hips start to lose rhythm.

“Ah, S--Seungcheol!”

His name rolls off of your tongue in quick succession until it turns into muddled, broken whines and cries and he fucks you right through your orgasm as he chases his own. He feels his cock throbbing inside of you as your walls flutter around him and he only manages a drawn out groan before he’s unloading all of his cum inside of you; head thrown back as he lets the waves of pleasure wash over his body.

You stare up at him through glassy eyes, chest heaving as you ride out the remnants of your high. “Ngh… gonna, mmh, make a--a mess on the s-seats…” Muttering, it takes a few quiet moments before Seungcheol is slowing down his thrusts to a complete halt but the glimmer in his eyes lets you know he’s not completely done with you just yet.

Seungcheol starts to slowly ease his cock out of you as you groan softly at the emptiness, waiting for the second you close your eyes to blink to make his move.

He takes his chance; pulling the soaked material from inside of his mouth just as the head of his cock is at your entrance and he quickly places the torn panties right where the head of his cock was, just a second ago.

“That was really cute of you, baby.” You breath hitches when you feel his fingers starting to press the material into your spent hole. “Really, really cute.”

Your thighs shake at the feeling of Seungcheol slowly pushing your panties into your cunt; eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let out shaky whimpers. “Oh, fuh--fuck, Seungcheol, mmh!”

“I actually packed a spare pair of panties for you, y’know? I was gonna play nice and eat your pretty ‘lil cunt out instead of letting you sit in cum soaked panties but I guess you had other plans, hmm? Got a little too greedy, perhaps?”

He smirks down at you, watching as your face contorts in unadulterated bliss when he pushes more and more of your panties into your pussy until only a small piece of fabric is left hanging out.

Seungcheol turns to face his phone that’s still recording, plucking it from the holder it’d been in before he flips the camera and films your body instead. He lets it linger on your fucked out expression before he brings it down to your pussy, filming your squirming body as you clench around the fabric keeping Seungcheol’s cum from spilling out of you and onto the backseat.

“Mm, and now you get to sit in the passenger’s seat, your own panties stuffed into your pussy while I drive home. But I bet it feels good, huh? Your needy ‘lil hole plugged up ‘til I can get you home so I can fuck you again. Unless you get really desperate, then I’ll let you take the panties out by yourself and you can finger your cunt and make yourself cum again.”

Goosebumps rise on your skin at his filthy words and you can’t help but bring a shaky hand down, fingertips already on your clit as Seungcheol raises a brow at you.

“You should get to d-driving then, ‘Cheol… Don’t you wanna find out what, ah, I choose?”

He shakes his head as he ends the recording on his phone; tossing the device to the side before he leans over you again.

“You’ve been getting really cocky with me, angel. Something I should know about?”

You blink up at him innocently, lips in a pout. 

“Nope~”

[i8jisoo]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉ skz with pregnant!reader 

hyunjin x reader | part four of dad!skz

↬ genre; fluff

↬ warnings; pregnancy, lots of cursing (i have a streak), birth, n kkami bein a meanie

↬ notes; ok this might be my fav in the series | 1.5k wc

u and hyunjin actually were broken up when u found out about the pregnancy

u waited (stalled fuck off) until five months since u really didnt know what to do with the news

u kinda feel like ur insane, playing your ex-boyfriends music constantly and watching interviews of him but it kept u company and gave u a reminder that u still needed to tell him

u got this rly cute popped out bump, just rly kinda like those movies but u know its gonna get bigger and grow to have stretch marks

one day ur just sitting on the sofa of your apartment n the next thing u know ur door is being opened and hyunjin is barging in

ofc ur in a sports bras and a pair of basketball shorts cause they r comfortable and shirts r overrated

ur there with set out marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate, as well as peppermint sticks on the side just eating them together

ur in the middle of eating a smore u had put together

u swallow ur smore slowly, sucking on ur fingertips n just staring at him

“oh my fucking god- and it’s true?” 

ur honestly so confused until u remember u dont have on a shirt n ur bump is showing

ur standing up in a millisecond, hyunjin getting more upset by the second just looking at u

“why— how? how could you just not tell me?”

baby boy has those angry tears and the strained voice hes just so upset and the guilt is setting in for u

“i’m five and a half months.” 

fuck hormones cause next thing u know ur crying and u cant do anything to make it stop

u guys really can’t be mad at each-other, ur relationship was filled with nothing but kindness and it ended only because u two felt it was going no where

ofc u two argued about it and in the end hyunjin was the one who walked out

“we can try again. you can move back in right? we can stay together and put back the pieces.”

u agreed n by the next morning he was there to help u pack ur things up n take them back to his place

he ends up seeing the box of baby stuff, with unopened bottle packages and sonograms, as well as a disc that was labelled as your 3D ultrasound

u find him just sitting there, staring at the black and white sonogram with tears freely falling down his cheeks

he doesn't even notice u next to him until ur thumb swipes the tear away from his cheek

u two just smile at each-other, his arm wrapping around u n pulling u in to his side

“that’s our baby?” he asks, not removing his eyes from the little white blob that barely was the size of a jaw breaker n u just whispered, “yea, it is.”

ur relationship doesn’t exactly get back into what it was at first,,

ur both nervous and cautious around each other

at first he insists he can just sleep on the couch so u can take his bed but u insist u both can sleep together

hyunjin doesn’t mean to but he somehow always winds up with his arm around u n ur bump every morning

he will talk to the bump n tell them how they r gonna have the best mommy n daddy 🥺

“did u know ur mommy is one of my favorite people to be with? i know ur gonna hear the story one day of how we became parents but i have always loved her, even when we weren’t together i loved your mommy. i hope one day you will love someone as much as i love your mommy, i hope you get your mommy’s personality bub.”

ur fake sleeping wbk but u dont move so u can let him talk

around eight months u two are way more comfortable n are getting closer

he lets u borrow his clothes because u used to do that even when u weren’t pregnant and he figured they were more comfortable & better looking than ur maternity outfits 😣

he rly goes the whole nine yards, buying anything u can think of for the baby n he’ll sometimes wake u up from ur sleep (if he’s rly excited) just so he can show u what he bought

hyunjin is in love with u and kkami cuddling together

also when ur due date got closer u both def went out for walks with kkami or played in the dog park with kkami

(u couldn’t really be as active as hyunjin but it was fine with u just watching)

something within hyunjin changes n he just gets so shy n flustered around u ^.^

he’s crushing so hard on u and u can guess he is but then again u two were just living together for the pregnancy

it’s probably three in the morning n hyunjin had just came home

ofc u were crying

a rly cute dog ad was playing with a baby in it as well :(

u explain n hiccup while doing so

hes so s o f t at this moment

he presses a soft kiss to ur lips n ur like wow thats um—

he doesn’t even care how shocked u r this man goes back in for more kisses

“i want you, i wanna be a real family. i wanna one day marry you, have more babies or get other dogs, that’s all i’ve ever wanted since the day we met.”

enywayz u two r dating,, a g a i n

spooning half of the time during ur last few weeks of pregnancy, but the boys come over frequently n for some reason jeongin is always bringing presents?? its cute but u guys RLY didn’t need anymore toys for the baby

u guys r just cuddling n he’s got one hand on ur bump before ur like

“ow,, fuck that hurt.”

“hey don’t swear around the baby!”

u just suppose it’s a hard kick since the baby had been active a lot recently n the pains had been occurring often

kkami is very cuddly today n he’s giving u kisses

hyunjin lowkey jealous cause kkami doesn’t ever give him kisses like that  ⸜( ⌓̈ )⸝

yall ever seen the thing where dogs know pregnant people the best n they can like SENSE something goin on??

well kkami was on it 

baby kkami is sniffing u n just restless in ur lap n its a lil weird cause kkami is ALWAYS sleeping or sitting still cause kkami has turned as lazy as u n hyunjin

u have this feeling but instead u just tell hyunjin u gotta pee :P

newsflash: u didnt n as soon as u got up, boom, theres ur water breaking and running down ur leg

“it feels gross.”

ur literally whining about ur pants while a baby is coming out of ur ... hooha 😳 n hyunjin is freaking out

he’s rushing around the rooms n making sure everything is in the bag and nothing gets left behind

last thing on his mind is changing ur clothes

though he does, putting u in his baggy sweatshirt and a pair of his shorts

hes freaking out lets be honest the thought of u giving birth is fuckin scary

hyunjin is so out of it and spaced out while ur cool n talking normally with pauses everytime theres a contraction

“aish, why are you so worried? i’m the one that should be worried!!”

ur not cool after an u hit the four hours in labor mark

u do not want to be t o u c h e d

touching u is off limits ur so sweaty n ur body feels like its crumbling u cannot deal with someone holding ur hand or holding u

hyunjin just sits there

hes kinda in a different realm while he stares at the clock on the wall

hes so ready to meet the baby but apparently ur body was exactly 4 centimetres not ready :(

hes just trying to distract u by talking with the boys n his other friends, all of the face timing to talk to the parents to be 🥺

yall r wrapping up a call with jeongin when u have the built up pressure feeling again

he doesn’t even explain to jeongin hes so quickly to hang up n ask u whats wrong

“i— it feels like i have to push.”

he’s already pressing the pretty lil white button on ur bed for the nurses n doctors

they confirm that u indeed r ready to push and that the baby is in position

hyunjin trying to take a peek WHAT A WEIRDO

yall hearing ur baby has a head full of hair and u just give hyunjin this look

like WTF no wonder why u had so much heartburn its because of ur fuckin rapunzel baby daddy

here comes the cries, loud n u just heard the quietest sob from beside u which was hyunjin

“it’s a baby boy, congrats!!”

his lil puppy baby boy 🥺

he had a lil pout like his daddy n his brown locks on top of his head

it was kinda creepy how similar they looked

anyways u dont care ur lil boy is p e r f e c t and nobody could dare tell yall different

u would disagree anyways because thats ur lil pouty baby boy n hes so cute 🥺

“we got a pretty good break-up story right? one for the books.”

he’s got baby boy in his arms bundled up but that doesn’t stop u from smacking his arm before kissing him quickly

“yea, we do.”

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[yikesharringrove]

I both really want to read a conversion camp fic and really fucking DONT lol but I trust you to do it well and not absolutely destroy us so... I am asking for you to write the conversion camp fic please.

Oh, my plan is to absolutely destroy you all with this one.

This is modern bc it wasn’t gonna be but then I wrote a part and it kinda had to be lol

TW: religion, homophobia, transphobia (nd Steve), conversion camp, anxiety, depression, physical abuse, the word r*pe is thrown around, suicidal ideations, basically, it’s a DOOZY

Seriously, this shit gets DARK. I have A LOT of untapped emotions.

But it has a happy ending, don’t worry

-

Steve’s hands were shaking as they dug through his bag.

They had already pulled out the eyeshadow palette he had tried to sneak in, needed something to make himself feel okay in this inevitable Hell.

“Did you receive our guidelines?” They had found the lipstick he had shoved in one of his shoes. “We specifically outlined prohibited items.” He took a shaky breath. “Your perversion is much deeper than anticipated, Mr. Harrington.” He just nodded.

He was shuffled about, led to a cold blank room.

His first meeting with a conversion specialist.

“What is your infatuation with women’s things?” The man’s voice made Steve feel like there was cold water dripping down his back.

“I just like pretty things.”

“Why do you deny your manhood?”

“I don’t.”

“You say that, but you do. Every time you pretend you’re a woman-”

“I don’t pretend I’m a woman. I just like makeup and stuff.” He gave Steve a disgusted look.

“By denying your true self, you have turned your back on God. You have allowed the devil to infiltrate your soul, to convince you that these perversions are okay.” He looked down at the paper in his lap, the forms Steve had been forced to sit and fill out with his parents. “You were not close with your father, were you?”

“Um, no. Not really.”

“So you pushed away your male role model?”

“He pushed me away, more like.” The man pursed his lips.

“A father does not push away his son unless there is something evil within him. A father can always tell when there is something wrong, something disgusting in his offspring.” He stood up, towering over Steve.

“You are disgusting, Steven Harrington. You are perverse and foul. You turn your back on your Creator. But you are not without a savior. You can be saved. Denounce the devil that tempts you to this life. Follow your savior, and He will lead you to safety.” He held out his hand. Steve took a breath, and shook it.

-

Steve’s first day was a fucking nightmare.

He was led to his room, a small room with two bunked beds and no doors. He was told he’d have three roommates, and if they were caught touching one another, the punishment would be painful.

And then it was group therapy.

He sat in a circle with ten of the other boys from the program. They were forced to discuss every attraction they had ever felt to anyone besides women. They were forced to discuss sexual encounters they had had with men, and call themselves disgusting.

And as it was Steve’s turn, and he talked about wearing panties, and fingering himself, and sucking Tommy’s dick, and he felt disgusting.

At dinner he met one of his roommates, and his heart sank.

“Where’d they scrape you up?” The guy was fucking gorgeous.

“Indiana.”

“And you just a homo? Or...?” The guy’s voice trailed off as he looked Steve up and down. “You one a’ them crossdressers, too?” Steve flushed deeply.

“How, how did you know?”

“Because you look like they got to you already. Means they got something on you. Make you feel real bad about yourself.”

“How, how long have you been here?”

“Long enough. Seen plenty a’ boys come and go. Some cured, some just a lost cause.” He was so nonchalant about the whole thing.

“Why, why so long?” He grinned at Steve, sharp and beautiful.

“Because I’m immune, Pretty Boy.” Steve’s breath hitched. The guy licked over his teeth. “Can’t beat the gay outta me if they tried. And they fuckin’ have.”

“But why, why don’t you want to change? I mean, they’re, they’re right.” His blue eyes went cold.

“They got you deep. Damn, you might be the quickest turn around I’ve ever seen.”

“I just, I don’t want to be wrong anymore.” He leaned closer to Steve.

“You have never been wrong.” Steve felt like he was gonna cry.

A firm hand clapped down on Steve’s shoulder.

“William, I hope you’re treating our new guest nicely.” William’s face fell immediately.

“Yes, Father.” Steve looked up to see a priest holding onto him. His hair was greying and neat. His eyes were cold and dead.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to take Steven with me.” Steve followed him, eyes downcast, all the way to his office. “Steven, my name is Father Andrew. I’m here to help you.” Steve didn’t like his smile. “We’re going to meet everyday at 8:30 pm for your therapy.”

He pulled out a folder from the bottom drawer of his desk. He placed a photograph in front of Steve with a flourish.

It was porn.

It was fucking gay porn.

He stood in front of Steve, leaning against the desk, off to the side of the image.

“Tell me what you see here.” One of the men had dark hair. He was being taken from behind by the other man, his blond hair and bright eyes stirred something in Steve.

“Two men. Having sex.”

He didn’t see Father Andrew’s hand, just heard the crack of it against his cheek.

His eyes watered, his cheek burned.

“What do you see?”

“Two perverts.”

“What are they doing?”

“Defiling one another.”

“Good, Steven. You’re learning.”

He placed another photograph down. This time, the man being fucked had a full face of makeup, tears making the dark eyeliner run as he was on his back, hands cuffed to the bed. The man fucking him was smirking at the camera, tongue between his teeth.

“How does this make you feel?”

“Disgusted.”

“Why?”

“That they, they would touch each other like that.”

“Do you have fantasies like this? Of being tied up by another man? Raped by another man?”

And the answer, the answer was technically yes. He had plenty of fantasies of being tied up, taken rough, taken dirty.

But rape. That’s a strong fucking word.

“No, Father.” Another crack. Another slap.

“Lying is a sin, Steven.”

“I, I don’t want to be, to be raped.” Another slap.

“Lying is a sin, Steven.”

“Yes, yes Father. I have had fantasies.”

“These are not fantasies, these are perversions planted in your mind by demons, by the devil trying to pull you away from Christ our Lord. Do not let these demons lead you astray.”

He pulled out another picture.

Steve’s heart fucking stopped.

It was a picture of himself. A nude he had taken for Tommy.

He was wearing pretty lingerie, pouting to the camera. He remembers taking it, remembers putting on his makeup, posing over and over until he took one he liked. They must’ve gone through his phone, through his texts.

“Why do you dress like a woman?”

“Be-because I’m disgusting.” And the thing is, Steve had been told plenty of times that day that he’s disgusting, and he had begun to believe it.

“Good, Steven. You are disgusting. Do you believe you’re a woman?”

“No, Father.”

“Then why have you been experimenting with women’s things?”

“I believed I wasn’t a man.”

“And are you a man?”

“Yes, Father.”

“God made you a man.”

“Yes, Father.” Steve still didn’t like his smile.

He switched the image.

And it was another one of his nudes. This time he was in a skirt, kneeling with his back to the mirror, one hand spreading his cheeks, showing off the silver plug in his ass.

He even remembers the text he had sent with it.

Tommy had been studying for a test, so Steve sent that picture and said but im lonely :( and Tommy had replied I’ll be there in twenty.

“Why do you have an obsession with your anus?” Steve could feel the blood drain from his face.

“I, uh, it feels good.” Another slap.

“How does spitting in the face of your Heavenly Father feel good, Steven? Sodomy does not feel good.” Another slap. Steve’s face felt like it was on fire.

“I’m sorry, Father. I am vile, and disgusting.” Steve was sobbing, felt so fucking pathetic, trying to look anywhere but the printed image of himself.

“I think that’s enough for tonight. I expect you here tomorrow after dinner.”

Steve fucking ran back to his room.

The other boys were asleep. He climbed into the top bunk, curling into himself.

He felt disgusting, he felt foul and wrong and bad.

He tried to stifle his sobs into his pillow, the scratchy case muffling his panic attack.

“Hey, Stevie.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll try to be quiet.” There was a sigh, breath fanning over his face.

And then the boy from earlier was swinging himself into bed with him, curling against him.

“They said-”

“I know exactly what times they patrol. I’ll leave your bed before then.” He sighed. “First night’s always the hardest. You just gotta get through. Tell them what they wanna hear, but remember that they’re fucking wrong. You are valid, and real. Being gay is not disgusting.”

Steve curled into him, letting himself be comforted.

“Thank you. Thank you, William.”

“Oh, Christ. Call me Billy.”

“Thank you, Billy.”

-

As time passed, it was easy to retreat into himself.

He met with Father Andrew every night, got slapped and hit when his answers weren’t condemning enough.

But each night, Billy would crawl into bed with him, would hold him when he broke down.

The kiss was inevitable.

It happened after Steve had an extreme day, the beating he received when he had admitted to being nonbinary, that he had asked his friends at home to use other pronouns.

And Billy had said you’re perfect the way you are, Sweet Thing.

And Steve kissed him.

And Steve wanted to die.

-

“Forgive me, Father. For I have sinned.” Steve took a shaking breath.

He was kneeling in the small confessional.

They had Mass every three days, and confession each Friday.

“It has been one week since my last confession.” He took a deep breath. He needed to get this of his chest, needed to get the punishment he deserved. “Father, I, the feelings have not gone away. There is, there’s a boy, and I, I love him. And I try not to. I try not to look at him, to remember the devil is leading me astray. But Father, I think about him. I think about him often.”

“This is an extremely grievous sin, my son.”

“I know, Father. Please help me. I want to, I want to be pure. To be free of this sin, this temptation.”

“I offer, as penance for your sins, to pray a rosary for each time you have had an evil thought about your fellow man this week. As you ponder the Mysteries of the rosary, consider how God created you, how Jesus died for you, and you wipe your feet on their love.”

“Yes, Father.”

“And our meeting will be arduous tonight, Steven.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Now please, recite the Act of Contrition.”

Steve’s hands shook as he recited the prayer, finishing his confession with Father Andrew.

-

“Now, Steven. You discussed having impure thoughts today.”

Steve’s knees ached from praying the rosary so many times earlier today. He hadn’t eaten, had gone straight to the Chapel after his confession.

He wanted to pray, to cleanse himself.

And he didn’t want to risk seeing Billy.

“Yes, Father.”

“And you mentioned that you love another boy.”

“The devil is trying to make me think it’s love.” Father Andrew smiled his empty smile down at Steve.

“That’s right Steven. Because love cannot exist between two men. Love is a beautiful thing created and given to us by The Lord God.” Father Andrew leaned over Steve, made him shrink back in his seat. “Which is why you are unlovable as you are. You are foul and vile. You may be loved if you change.”

He grabbed Steve’s hair, holding his head still as he slapped his face.

And Steve let him.

He was foul, he was vile.

He deserved the pain.

-

Two months.

That’s how long it took Steve to “graduate”.

He left the facility in clean khakis, a nice sweater his mother had sent him to wear home.

Billy had left a week and a half prior.

He was deemed a lost cause.

Steve’s mother was there to pick him up, hugged him tight and told him how happy she was that he was fixed.

He was quiet as they drove, watching the shadows the summer sun cast on the side of the plain flat road.

“Your father will be pleased. You’ve made such wonderful progress. Free of all those delusions.”

They passed Tommy’s house.

He felt sick.

-

The first thing Steve did when he got home was destroy all his make up.

He took everything feminine from it’s hiding spot in the back of his closet.

He scraped out the eye shadow, smeared the lipstick all over his dresses.

He cut up his lingerie, shoved everything into a black garbage back, driving into town to toss it in the dumpster behind the gas station.

He wanted it away, he wanted it gone. He wanted to be pure.

-

His hands shook as he zipped up the suitcase.

He didn’t have much in there, was planning on taking enough to get him through a little while, then maybe buying some things, some pretty things.

His parents were asleep downstairs, he was planning on being long gone by the time they woke up.

He put on his backpack, taking his wallet and tiptoeing down the stairs, his shoes in his hand.

He had a plan, would drive to the bus station, leave his car there.

Someone will find it, and at that point, he’ll be long gone.

He bought a bus ticket to Chicago, paid in cash and gave a fake name.

He was fucking out of here.

They were fucking out of here.

-

“As I live, and fucking breathe.”

Steve startled as a hand came down on their shoulder.

They startled again when they turned around, came face to face with a ghost from the past.

“B-Billy?” Billy’s hair was longer than it had been at the camp. His smile was lazier, his eyes brighter. Steve’s gut gave an excited little flutter as he looked them up and down.

“You look fuckin’ gorgeous, Pretty Boy.” Steve flushed, adjusting their dress. It was new.

It had been three years since the camp. One year of Steve living in pain, until they packed their shit, and moved to the Golden Coast. They left in the middle of the fucking night, ran away like a scared child, never looking back.

And here was the love of their goddamn life, in some hole in the wall coffee shop in San Fransisco.

“It’s uh, it’s not Pretty Boy, anymore.” Billy’s grin got even wider.

“Thank fuck.” He swung himself into the seat across from Steve’s, upsetting some of the papers they were working on.

“What happened to you, Billy?” Billy’s smiled slipped, just a little.

“My dad was tired a’ paying for that joint if I wasn’t getting better. So he said if I wasn’t fixed in like, a month, he would stop paying, and I would be kicked out. Stayed true to his word. Haven’t seen the bastard since.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Getting kicked outta that place is the best fuckin’ thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“I graduated. Went through the whole thing. Took me a year to realize how fucked up it was.”

“Jesus. They got you deep.” Steve shrugged.

“I’m okay now.”

“Yeah? What’re you doin’?”

“Goin’ to school. Gonna be a counselor. Hopefully work in an elementary school, or something.” Billy’s eyes were bright.

“That’s amazing. Gonna tell all the little queer kids that they’re valid and all that?”

“That’s the goal.” Billy grinned. “What are you doing now? You with anyone?”

“I own a bar, actually. Kind of a dive, but it’s a good time.” He looked at Steve through his lashes. “You should come by, sometime. Be good to see you.”

“I’d like to see you too.”

“And to answer your question, I’m not with anyone. Not right now.” He smirked. “But I could be.” He leaned over the table, drawing one finger down Steve’s hand. “I like seeing you happy. Feel like I only ever saw you cryin’ in that joint.”

“Well, spent a lot of time crying there.”

“For good reason.” Billy took their hand. “It’s really good to see you.”

“Y’know I told Father Andrew I was in love with you. Got beat black and fuckin’ blue for it.” Billy’s face was grave.

“Why’d you do that?”

“Wanted to be fixed. Took me a year to realize I didn’t need that.”

“You stop lovin’ me in that year?”

“Not even in the two after that.” Billy took a shaking breath.

“You know, I uh, I love you too. Always did. It broke my fucking heart to leave you in that place. Was gonna wake you up that night, get you to run away with me. But they took me out, uh, forcibly.”

“Bet you put up a real good fight.”

“Broke Father Ryan’s nose.” Steve let out a burst of laughter, clapping one hand over their mouth.

“I was wondering about that. He had a splint for like, a month.”

“Yeah, well, bastard kept tryin’ to exorcise me. Headbutted him right in the face.”

“Good for you, Bill. Sometimes I wish I could light the whole place on fire.”

“Me too.” Billy took their hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “I gotta head, but I wanna see you. Soon. Later today, if you can.”

“Yeah, uh, I’m just doing some homework, but I could stop by the bar tonight? I don’t have shit to do tomorrow.”

“Lemme pick you up. We can go to dinner before I take you to the bar.” They smiled softly at him.

“I’d like that.”

[trickstercheebs]

How about gordon comforting borrower! Benery after something scary happened? -HLVRAHigh 💖

alright here u goh! takes place a lil bit in the future of my fic :V

He was still getting used to knowing he had roommates, specially roommates he had just only found out about four months ago living with him. Since then everyday felt like he was learning a dozen or so more rules or facts about his new tiny group of...friends?

Tommy and Coomer were always more than happy to inform him about new things he was clueless about, and in return he did the same for anything they didn’t know that he did. He found out Coomer could access his computer with a level of ease he considered concerning...until he found out all Coomer liked to do was get lost in the endless holes of information that Wikipedia offered, along with some various cooking videos on youtube. Tommy would sometimes sit with him and read along on the screen, it was kinda cute watching the tiny pair sit on his wrist rest and scroll for a few hours. 

Bubby strangely would only come over to join the mini group when cooking was the subject..He seemed to only calm down when watching someone make some sort of dish...and of course when Coomer was beside him. Gordon found out after several scorching trial and errors that Coomer was a expert at getting Bubby to calm down and not set fires out of rage or stress. But he had been noticing lately even without Coomers help the mini firestorms had gone down considerably, for which he was ultimately thankful for.

Though...Gordon had taken notice that whenever he was in the kitchen, Bubby somehow always happened to be nearby to watch and sometimes give a few tips from the counter, and his few bad attempts never seemed to get too burned to warrant throwing out nowadays. Maybe sometime soon he ask Bubby officially to help him cook something for everyone.

Benry though...he was very strange to figure out at first. The others had fled being seen by him for weeks aside from him. Benry had come out the moment the so called “jig” was up and started talking with him for hours on end...And despite all that talking Gordon still had little to no idea what the tiny borrower was about. The “sweet voice” he did most of the time, while very pretty to watch float around his head, was just as strange.. He had asked Tommy from time to time to translate when he found out the other borrower seemed to know inherently what the colors translated to and would happily lend a hand in the form of some honestly cute little rhyme to make it easier to remember for them both. Eventually Gordon got the idea after a few weeks of this and started to slowly map out Benrys feelings throughout the days when the sweet voice was more present than his actual voice.

Today was one of those days, Gordon had woken up to the sounds of heavy rain and after a quick look to the weather channel saw it’d be like this most of the day with possible chances of thunderstorms. He personally liked when the heavy storms rolled through, the town really needed it after the dry spell it’s been having for the last few months or so. The resulting day was a sleepy one at best, Gordon setting up a slow cooker of his favorite soup to dig into when it was time to eat with everyone.

Until then he sat on the couch with some snacks and caught up on some shows he had been prompted into watching by his tiny group, knowing they’d all be out and about soon enough, he could already hear Coomer and Bubby on his computer. Tommy was likely with Sunny....or Sunkist as Tommy had renamed her these days.. It didn’t take long for him to feel a tiny weight settle itself on his right shoulder and a even tinyer yawn to reach his ears.

“Sup Gordo....sleepy day today? Fuckin...lofi chill rainstorms to sleep to man..”

“Mornin Benry, and yeah seems like today’s a sleepy one. Weather forecast says its gonna rain all day today.”

“Mhm...niiice, cosy bro mode today..”

“Pfft, you sound like you’re about to pass out on me Benry, didn’t you just wake up?”

“Maybe....? Not my fault big bro Gordo gotta be all fuckin warm n cosy. S’fuckin cheating..”

Gordon couldn’t help but chuckle at that last very tired sounding quip and glanced down at the borrower in question. Benry was splayed out almost like a cat on his broad shoulder sucking up his residual body heat, only to be jostled a bit by his laughter.

“C’mon dude get down from there, I don’t wanna knock you off on accident or something.”

“Mmm maybe later, comfy here just fine bro, won’t fall off I got like..excellent climber hacks trust me.”

“Alright then, but I’ll warn you when I feel like movin or something.”

“Hell yea man no worries here. Your lil buddy Benry’s got it all on lockdown.”

Gordon let out another laugh before they both settled down to watch whatever show he had picked out.

----

A few hours had passed in relative comfortable silence amidst the rain, the soft background noise making Gordon a tad bit sleepy even now when it hit. A bright flash lit up the somber gray world for a brief second, just long enough to rouse him into a bit more of a alert state when the second half came.

It sounded like a gunshot had gone off, the thunder rolling loud enough to rattle the windows with its concussive force. From his computer he could hear Bubby let out a surprised series of curses followed by what he could assume was Coomer rattling off the wikipedia article on thunderstorms. So far so good right?

He heard a soft but tinny noise sound off beside him, or rather next to his head before another crack of thunder sounded off and made the lights flicker briefly with the charge.

“Jesus hell, guess this is quite the storm huh Benry? ......Benry?”

He looked to where the sleepy borrower should of been laying...only to find him missing entirely, and instead felt something..or hopefully someone clutching the side of his neck in a surprising death grip.

“Benry..? You alright down there? You uh...kinda gripping the living hell out of my neck there dude...Something wrong?”

That same tinny noise kicked off again and Gordon could see some small orbs float up...they looked alot like..rancid beer? He sat there for a moment and let the rhyme come to him given Benry’s reaction and refusal to talk or let go of him..

“Color like rancid beer...means acute fear? Benry lil bro..are you scared right now?”

He placed a hand against the spot he felt Benry clutching at him and felt the briefest nods against his fingers. Shit if it was loud to him then it must be outright deafening for someone like Benry and the others...though it seemed like Benry was the only one being affected right now.

Gordon let out a slow sigh and tried to gently ease Benrys death grip on his neck with both hands.

“It’s all good Benry, I’m here I gotcha..c’mon dude it’s fine I won’t let anything happen to you okay?”

Slowly he felt the grip lessen until he felt the weight shift slowly into his awaiting hands. Cupping them gently he moved to bring Benry up to face him and opened his hands. Inside was a clearly frightened borrower..Gordon felt a pang of saddness seeing that expression on the usually chill borrowers face. So instead he offered a warm smile and shifted to lay down on the couch, grabbing the blanket pooled around his lap in the process.

“It’s alright man, thunderstorms scare me too sometimes, y’know? They scared the hell outta me in college for years. But I learned about it and I slowly stopped being afraid..”

“...s’loud...wish the sky would shut its fuck..”

“Yeah it’s really loud..might mean it’s right on top of us..but I think it’ll move soon..wanna know a secret on how to tell its going away?”

“...tips and tricks from...big Gordos book of hacks? ..okay.”

Gordon snorts softly and lays his head against the far armrest of the couch and gently deposits Benry on his chest before adjusting the blanket over them both, Gordon seeing the soft blue glow of Benrys little eyes staring up at him as he got settled and placed a hand behind him for bonus warmth and protection..It seemed to do the trick as those vivid blues dulled to a soft sky blue and he felt Benrey sag against his chest after a few moments.

“When you see the lightening you count a few seconds..and when the thunder hits, that’s how many miles the storm is..the longer the pause means the farther away its getting..If you want I can show you and let you know how far or close the storm is.”

“....okay, sounds fucky but big science Gordo gotta know the good science..”

Gordon waited for a moment or two for the next flash and mentally counted down the seconds until the thunder sounded out...it was only a few seconds but it was already moving out by the sounds of things..possibly down the valley like most other storms did.

He relayed the message to Benry and saw that he did perk up a bit at the news.

“If you want, you can stay in there and I’ll tell you when its moving away, alright?”

“Mhm...sounds good to me man..”

What Gordon didn’t know though was that Benry had already nearly forgotten the storm thanks to a new sound overtaking the noise itself... Gordon had unknowingly placed him over his heart, or close enough to it that Benry could hear it as he laid against the other.. Coupled with the heat radiating off the giant human and darkness he felt...safer. He knew Tommy was going to rag on him later but..he felt nice being like this with the human. He might of had a little crush on the human and relished being close to him whenever he could. He was terrified of storms, the noise hurt his ears like hell and reminded him of...not so epic times..But thankfully Gordon pushed all those thoughts away and now he was here and safe.

It was all just enough to make him wanna sleep, he was warm and certainly cosy enough. Letting out a yawn he let those fail ass thoughts drift away as he looked up at Gordons smiling face and felt his own heat up a bit..Yeah he could sleep knowing someone like that was nearby.

“Gettin sleepy already Benry?”

“...maybe, wake lil Benny bro for supper please?”

“Pffft, yeah alright, I’ll let you know when it’s time to eat..get some rest Benry”

“M’kay boss, you got it.”

Benry smiled and mouthed something else privately before letting the slow thrum of Gordons heart and heat lead him into dreamland. Gordon being the comfortable man he was..accidentally nodded off as well shortly after.

Bubby woke them both up by threatening to burn Gordons beard off a few hours later. But for once the malice was not present in his voice.

[neurodivergent-loverboy]

OC-tober Day 1: Journey

Thanks so much to @oc-growth-and-development for the awesome prompt list! This one... kind of got away from me lol

-

In Scout's opinion, it was too fucking early. Too early to be steered through JFK by Officer Harding, too early to be patted down for a third time, too early to endure the withering stares of parents when he dared to smile at their kids. He kept quiet, counting down the minutes until he could go back to sleep. 

Lucky for him, being a juvenile offender meant that he got to board the plane before everybody else. He had just gotten settled in his seat when Harding pulled out a pair of handcuffs. As he fastened one cuff to the seat, Scout broke his drowsy silence. 

"You gotta be kiddin' me." 

"Rules are rules," Harding said, putting the other cuff on Scout's wrist. "And you're a runner." 

"The hell am I gonna run to? The fuckin' clouds?" Harding didn't dignify that with an answer. Scout slumped in his seat as well as he could with the stupid handcuff on. "This is bullshit. Got me chained to my seat like some kinda -" 

"Criminal?" Harding filled in, raising his eyebrows. 

He rolled his eyes and turned towards the window. Fat chance he had of getting any sleep now. 

-

Scout shouldn't have underestimated his ability to sleep almost anywhere. He fell asleep shortly after takeoff and must have been out for at least a couple hours, because as he blinked awake he realized with a jolt that his thumb was in his mouth. He pulled it out lightning-quick and glanced sideways to see if Harding had seen. 

The probation officer was looking at a book without moving his eyes, which told Scout that he had definitely been watching up until a moment ago. Scout's face burned as he subtly wiped his thumb on his jacket. 

He cleared his throat, and Harding pretended to notice him. "This plane got a bathroom?" 

Of course, he wasn't allowed to go by himself. In fact, when he tried to shut the door, Harding stopped it with a hand. 

Scout stared in disbelief. "Hey, do you mind?" 

Harding didn't remove his hand. "I'll close it most of the way, but you're not locking it." 

Scout let out an annoyed huff. "Yeah, 'cause I'm gonna get into so much trouble in a two-by-three john," he grumbled. 

As soon as he was back in his seat, it was back on with the handcuff. Harding tightened it until it bit into Scout's skin, and then stopped a passing flight attendant. 

"Could you sit with him while I step away for a minute?" he asked her, in a low tone that Scout still overheard. "He's not dangerous, he just needs supervision. Just for a minute." 

The flight attendant blinked in surprise. She was young, and kind of pretty - at least compared to the lady who'd been by at the beginning of the flight. "Oh! Um..." She shot a wary glance in Scout's direction, but nonetheless answered, "Of course, sir." 

Scout waited until Harding was out of sight before he said, "Y'know, he's lyin'. Accordin' to the state of New York I'm a violent offender." 

She didn't look too pleased about that, although it didn't seem to have the shock value Scout had been hoping for. "Is that so?" 

"Uh-huh. Busted into a store, had a knife.'' When he still didn't get a reaction, he dropped the tough-guy act and admitted, "I wasn't gonna do nothin' with it, I just had it. When you're a kid on the street you gotta have somethin' to deal with creeps." 

Her expression softened at those words. "Oh. And why were you... busting into a store?" 

"For food. Gotta eat, y'know? Just enough for 'til some cash turned up." Her face shifted from sympathetic to downright pitying. Ugh. Scout quickly switched tracks. 

"Anyway, that guy with me, Harding? He's a real piece of work. Acts like I'm gonna weasel out the window when he ain't lookin'!" That got a smile, and Scout grinned in return. "Yeah, just a real hardass. Wouldn't even lemme ask for more pretzels," he invented. 

He could see the thought forming in her head: 'I better get this poor kid some snacks'. Hell yeah. 

Harding was coming back down the aisle. "Thank you," he said to the flight attendant as he sat. "I hope he didn't give you any trouble." 

"Who, me?" Scout piped in. "Why would I give trouble to such a nice lady?" He pulled his sweetest, most charming smile. 

Harding looked unimpressed, but the flight attendant smiled back fondly. "He was fine." 

"Good. Thanks again." 

"Of course! Enjoy the rest of the flight." 

"You too," Scout called as she walked away. Harding was still watching him suspiciously. "What? You heard her, I didn't do nothin'!" 

"Hmmm." He didn't seem convinced, but he turned his attention back to his book. 

When the pretty flight attendant returned later with two bags of crackers and a tiny chocolate bar, Scout made sure to look innocent. 

-

"How long do we gotta drive for?" 

"A long time," Harding answered, not looking away from the road. 

Scout sighed and crossed his arms. It already felt like he'd been in the car forever. "Why didn't we get off at a closer airport?" 

"That was the closest airport. There aren't a lot of them out here." 

"That's dumb." He looked out the window at the monotonous view of trees, his leg bouncing incessantly. "So after we get there you gotta go all the way back, huh?" 

"Yes." 

Scout grinned. "Damn. Some weekend." He chewed his nails for a bit and then reached for the radio dial, skipping through the stations until he found something fast and percussive. He turned the volume up, looked over to gauge Harding's reaction, and then turned it up some more. 

Harding endured two and a half songs' worth of Scout drumming his fingers against the dashboard before he shut the radio off. "Hey!" Scout protested. 

"You're giving me a headache." 

"Well, I'm bored!" he complained. "I been sittin' and doin' nothin' all goddamn day, why can't I listen to some music while I'm trapped in here?" 

"Because I'm trapped in here, too," Harding muttered. Scout huffed. "Why don't you sleep some more, if you're so bored?" 

"Not tired." He wouldn't have slept even if he was tired. He wasn't about to risk sucking his thumb in front of Harding twice in the same day. 

"Then read the car manual." 

"Ha-ha, good one." 

"You could learn something useful," Harding said, as if he was serious about it. "Impress the other kids." 

"I don't like readin'." 

"Is that why you refused to go to class at the detention center?" 

They told him about that? Scout shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "No," he lied. "Just didn't feel like goin'." 

Harding was silent. Scout was sure he didn't believe him. Finally he said, "Well, you can't skip classes at the new school. If I hear you've been misbehaving then I'll have to report it." 

"Yeah, yeah. I get it." He chewed his nails some more. "Hey, you got any gum?" 

Harding frowned. "Gum?" 

"Y'know, the stuff you chew? Comes in lots of flavors?" 

"No, I don't have any gum." 

"Well, can we stop and get some?" Harding almost laughed at that. "C'mon, I'm goin' crazy! I'm gonna bite all my nails off!" 

"You don't need gum." 

"Sure I do," Scout said earnestly, quickly concocting a story. "I just quit cigs and I gotta have gum to scratch the itch." 

"Oh, really?" Harding didn't sound the least bit convinced. 

"Yeah, really. Been smokin' since I was seven, just gave it up a few weeks back. If I don't have gum I'll start again." 

"You didn't have gum at the center," Harding pointed out. 

"Yeah, an' wouldn't you know it, I been dyin' for a smoke. You don't want me to start smokin' again, do you?" 

"I'm pretty sure students aren't allowed to have cigarettes on school grounds." 

"Well, ain't you s'posed to make sure I'm bein' a good kid or whatever? If you get me some gum, it'll be easier to follow the rules!" 

Harding sighed. "We're not stopping for gum." 

It was too late for assertions like that. Scout had a mission now, and he was an expert at being annoying. He complained and argued and whined until - after nearly an hour - Harding stopped at a gas station. 

"Hey, long as we're here, why don't you get me some gum?" Scout asked as they pulled up to the pump. "Please?" 

Harding didn't answer - he'd long since stopped acknowledging Scout's repeated request. He took out the handcuffs again. This time Scout was stuck with his arm hanging awkwardly above his head, with the other cuff around the passenger seat grab handle. 

"This sucks," he said. Harding slammed the door shut. 

After he filled the tank, he went into the gas station. Had Scout actually irritated him to the breaking point? He didn't want to get his hopes up - but when Harding got back in the car, he tossed a little green package onto Scout's lap. 

Scout all but cheered. "Aw, thanks!" 

"Don't mention it," Harding said flatly, reaching over to unlock the handcuffs. 

As they got back on the road, Scout unwrapped a stick of gum. He chewed silently for a few minutes, and then announced, "This gum is terrible." 

Harding looked like he was considering crashing the car.

[tfiolarry]

tfiol chapter three: pwomise

summary: a tough conversation with a happy ending. bonus - it's date night.

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FRIDAY

1:37 PM

STYLINSON HOME - LONDON

It’s two weeks later. The girls are spending the night at Anne’s house because Louis and Harry have a date night planned. It’s a win-win; they get some alone time, the girls can bond with Anne. Currently, Dani and Jordyn are sitting on Jordyn’s bed together and watching as Louis and Harry help them pack their backpacks with stuff. They both have been fairly quiet aside from nodding to questions. Louis goes and sits in front of them.

LOUIS: Alright, I’ll bite - what’s up with you two? You’ve been giving us sad baby eyes for the last twenty minutes now. Are you guys okay?

DANI: (looks at Jordyn and then at Louis and Harry) We go away?

LOUIS: (genuinely wondering) Well, what do you mean when you say go away?

JORDYN: (pouting) Wike we go back home? Done wiff us? 

HARRY: (looks at Louis in disbelief from the thought) No… (looks back at the girls) no sweetheart, you guys are just going to grandma Anne's house while we get some work done.

LOUIS: Yeah, you guys are coming back, you’re not going forever, I promise. 

DANI: Later?

LOUIS: What about later, love?

DANI: Go away later?

LOUIS: (visibly thrown off by the question and doesn’t know what to say for a second) No, not later or ever, you stay here with us. Staying with us is, like, for forever, this is home now, you won’t go back. Did you guys really think we were sending you away?

DANI: (looks down because she’s gonna cry and just shrugs) Dunno.

JORDYN: (gets teary eyed) People give friends back home, and-and they not nice to friends... (sniffles) You nice. (wipes her face a lot) 

DANI: (rests her head on Jordyn’s shoulder and wraps an arm around her in a hug, then looks at them and holds her pinky out) You say you pwomise. 

LOUIS: I did, I do promise, I promise both of you we will always be nice and we’re not giving you back. (pinky promises her) We love you guys.

DANI: Really?

LOUIS: Of course we do, right Harry? (looks at him)

HARRY: Yes, we love you guys so much, you’re our little pals. 

JORDYN: (hugs Dani back) Forever? 

HARRY: Forever until you guys are big and stinky like Daddy here. (pushes Louis’ head lightly) 

JORDYN: Daddy? 

LOUIS: (smiles and shakes his head at Harry, then looks at them) Yeah, we’re your parents now, you’re stuck with us. But I’m not stinky, don’t listen to him, he has...a big head. 

DANI: (looks at Harry and considers the idea, then nods) Kinda.

LOUIS: Right? His head is massive.

DANI: (looks between the two of them and doesn’t say anything for a minute) You like mommy and daddy, but....no mommy?

JORDYN: (points to Harry) He mommy ‘cause he got long hair. (nods) 

HARRY: (looks at Louis and then the girls) Sure, why not.

LOUIS: See that? Problems solved - you’ve got a mommy and a daddy and a forever home and we love you both to pieces, so no more sad eyes, okay? 

DANI: (nods and smiles) Okay.

JORDYN: Wait! You pwomise you get us tomorrow? 

HARRY: We promise Jordyn, okay? (opens his arms) Now hugs.

JORDYN: (lets go of Dani and hugs Harry) Wuv you, too.

DANI: Me too! (hugs them too)

LOUIS: Hey, I want in on this too. (joins their hug) Our first group hug, we should do this more often.

DANI: Hugs? Yes.

Happy babies, happy larents - we love to see it. When they’re done hugging, they finish packing with the girls and perhaps go eat grapes in the kitchen after as a comfort snack. And scene.

••

FRIDAY 

6:29 PM

ANNE’S HOME - LONDON

They drop off the girls at Anne’s house, and they seem to be okay with it in light of their conversation earlier. Louis and Harry stick around to talk to Anne for a bit before she starts kicking them out. Louis starts listing off their favorite snacks and their bedtime routine order, and Harry starts telling her about the different bags they brought. Anne lets them have their moment, enjoying seeing them in parent mode over this. When they start asking her questions, though, she practically pushes them out the door. They say bye to the babies, and then are on their way.

••

FRIDAY

7:56 PM

STYLINSON HOME - LONDON

Louis and Harry have opted for a quiet night in for date night. They ordered take out and are currently playing a game of Trouble while Jeopardy is playing in the background. Louis is currently losing their game, and aggressively presses the popper on the board when it’s his turn.

LOUIS: This game sucks, why do we even have this? (sighs and moves his game piece)

HARRY: (laughs) It’s fun, you’re just a sore loser. (plays his turn)

LOUIS: No, this game sucks, I knew we should’ve done Chutes and Ladders instead. It’s never let me down. Or I should sign up to be a Jeopardy contestant, I would be great. 

HARRY: You should. I support you, the girls will support you too.

LOUIS: (laughs genuinely) Why do you support me, I was completely joking about being great, I would bring embarrassment upon this family’s name. 

HARRY: Because then I could be like “I don’t know that man” when you do embarrass yourself.

LOUIS: You’re an ass. You’re lucky I love you or I’d kick your ass. 

HARRY: Pft, you couldn’t if you tried, sweetcheeks. 

LOUIS: Wow, you’re rude. I so could. Tiny but mighty, you know what they say. 

On the TV, the question is “One Direction is Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Louis Tomlinson, and this lad from Cheshire.” Louis laughs and looks at him. 

LOUIS: (teasingly) Aw Hazza, you finally made it big - you are the answer to a fuckin’ Jeopardy question. How does it feel?

HARRY: I feel very accomplished.

LOUIS: (pops the game board each time he says it) Speech, speech, speech, speech--

HARRY: Alright, alright. (clears his throat) I would like to thank my mom for birthing me and my lovely boyfriend for supporting me and my goals. 

LOUIS: Excuse me, I’m more than a boyfriend, I’m offended at this downgrade.

HARRY: Oh, right! Sorry I forgot. Correction -- my fiancé.

LOUIS: That’s it, I retract my proposal, wedding’s off since you can’t remember. Just the icing on the cake to losing Trouble and not being the answer to the Jeopardy question. Life is spiraling downhill now. I may cry.

HARRY: Oh stop, your life is fine. 

LOUIS: Well...yeah it is, actually. We got two cute kiddos, so I guess they make up for all the horribleness you’ve subjected me to in the last five minutes. 

HARRY: (joking) I have a boyfriend too, though...

LOUIS: Who is he? I’ll end him.

HARRY: (laughs) Bubs you're wild, of course there's no one else.

LOUIS: Better not be. Then I’d have to end them, I’d make the news for being arrested, the world would implode. (is quiet for a moment) You think we’ll have to tell the kids?

HARRY: Maybe when they’re older. (a beat of silence) Thoughts on our conversation with them today?

LOUIS: (presses the popper on the game board while he thinks) It wasn’t one I expected to have yet. Like...ever, I didn’t expect three year olds to ask me if we were just tossing them out like that…

HARRY: Yeah, me either...I guess it was to be expected, though, they’ve seen their friends come and go so often, it’s reasonable. Their little faces were so upset, though, it honestly broke me.

LOUIS: Me too...but on the bright side, you’re a mommy now. You can never cut your locks or you’ll get sad baby eyes for eight years while it grows back. Think of the kids, Harold. 

HARRY: Oh man, dammit, Jordyn. Why she gotta do me like that? (pouts)

LOUIS: I’m kidding. I mean, I’ll also be giving you sad baby eyes if you cut it, but I’ll love you anyways. I can’t say the kids will be as forgiving. Especially Jordyn.

HARRY: Jordyn seriously might beat me up. I was playing with her the other day, and I think she bruised my hip.

LOUIS: Were you tickling Harold? If yes, you deserve it.

HARRY: Maybe...but it was fun until that.

LOUIS: Poor baby. At least it was not your face.

HARRY: Oh god, imagine. I wouldn't be the money maker anymore.

LOUIS: You sure wouldn’t. You’d be more hideous than you already are. Perhaps you could have been the face of facial reconstructive surgery if she did though. Hope would not be lost.

HARRY: Shut the fuck up, I am not ugly. (throws a game piece at him) You're so mean to me.

LOUIS: (laughs and throws the piece back at him) All love, baby, all love.

HARRY: It better be, or I take back my “yes” to marrying you. 

LOUIS: (scoffs) Yeah, I hope you throwing that at me was also out of love, that could’ve gotten in my food and I could’ve accidentally swallowed it and died. Then there would be no wedding. You’d be a premature widow.

HARRY: (laughs) You’re so annoying... (lays his chin on his shoulders) I love you, brat.

LOUIS: I love you more, ugly.

HARRY: That is it! (gets up, picks him up over his shoulder and carries him into their room) 

LOUIS: Wowww, so strong Harry, all hair and height and muscles, I’m such a lucky man.

HARRY: (throws him on the bed) Shut up. (laughs)

Now, the night of fun and games has turned into a night full of love and sinful things. 

[assless-chapstick]

oop I’m back feller, here with more horndog ideas: what if John and Javier were friends in the Modern!AU? maybe they’re in some classes together and Javier comes over to John’s place to pull an all nighter before an exam neither of them have studied for and maybe Arthur and Charles are there cuddling on the couch, and Javier’s gay little heart is like ‘what the fuck they’re ALL hot??’ Cue John and Javi hearing Arthur/Charles thru the thin walls and jesus Javier wants to be over ALL the time - 🌭

Feller I’m shoutin!!! This is!! The best!!! Idear!!!!!

Yeah man John is on the varsity track team, that’s how he even got to go to college; a track n field scholarship and a little bit of fudging on his highschool transcripts… he’s getting a degree in, idk, accounting or something. He’s not good with words or thinking, but he’s always been good at maths when it comes to money so that’s what he’s taking…

But whatever class they’re studying for, John is fuckin sucking at it and he’s been putting off studying and now hes desperate…. and he and Javier aren’t like, close, they run in the same circles and are friends but not super close… but they’re in this course together so John invites him over to cram cuz he knows Javier is good at this subject… so it’s not 100% altruistic…

But Javier doesn’t really mind, cuz he’s got a huuuge crush on John… but John is straight, Javi's watched John suck face with his girlfriend at more than enough parties to know that much… but he’s got a crush and so he caves and agrees to a study session… John says they’ll slam a couple Red bull’s, pull an all nighter, what could go wrong...

When they get to John’s place, Charles and Arthur are making out on The Couch… not anything really intense, just some gentle necking, being sweet on one another while they have the place to themselves… and then Javier and John walk in and John is his usual self, doesn’t introduce Javi before he starts shouting about how gross it is, how they have no shame and like, god Arthur now my friend is like, traumatized probably cuz he had to watch two fuckin geezers suck face (John n Javier are like, 20/21? Charles is like, mid 25/26 and Arthur’s a year or two older)

And Javi kinda stands idly by like, geez this is awkward…

Once they’re in John’s room they like, sit down to study, and Javier is trying to be casual when he’s like “so your room mate is gay?” because Jesus, maybe that means he has a shot after all… and they were both so hot… Javier has enough in the spank bank now for weeks just seeing them kiss but he’s just gotta know… if John is really … straight…

And John just shrugs like “yeah he’s bi or something I guess idk. Charles is a big homo tho, gold star gay, I think. So explain mitochondria to me again.”

And Javier thought they might get somewhere but John is so unphased…

So I think they study for a couple hours, got some music playing, John is pounding redbulls like they’re water and keeps asking Javier if he wants Adderall and Javier’s kind like… yikes… but at the same time, it’s weirdly cute and he likes how unselfconcious John is, how his room smells like weed and beer and cigarettes and old laundry, how he’s got lube sitting right by his computer and how his underwear drawer is wide open and Javier can see like, a collection of panties in fuckin every colour of the rainbow ….

They’re sitting on John’s bed, Javier with his back against the wall and he hears this bump, and some giggling, and he’s not sure if John notices it… but then things start to pick up and Javi can hear them straight through the walls… John’s Hot Roommate and his Hot Boyfriend… and they’re definitely fucking… he’s watched enough porn to know the sound of a guy getting fucked in the ass…

And he doesn’t know them, not well enough to tell which one is which… which one is the one groaning like the stretch and the fullness is just right, and which one is the one gasping soft and grunting and talking like “yeah, babe, love seeing you take my big cock, you look so good, god I love – I love-“

And John is just… staring at the textbook, so focused on trying to understand fuckin mitosis, he doesn’t even notice until Javier shifts and is like “uh, should we, uh, go somewhere?” cuz it’s awkward as hell and he’s getting hard just from hearing them…

And John just rolls his eyes and leans over and bangs on the wall, shouts that they should be charging money if they’re gonna put on a show like that, fuckin keep it down… and the way they’re sitting, when he leans over he’s nearly in Javier’s lap, his tummy is right in front of Javi’s face and his shirt is riding out and if he wanted to, Javier could stick his tongue out and lick at that trail of hair that leads down into the waistband of John’s jeans…

And m maybe John, as he’s pulling away, looks down, notices that Javier’s kinda on his way to hard, and Javier’s sure he’s about to get the shit beat out of him… but then John kinda laughs and he’s all jittery from all the redbull and he’s just like “we both know I’m too fucked up to be studying” and then they’re making out and Javier isnt quite sure where to put his hands, he’s never actually kissed another guy before, only really wanted to…

But it’s ok because John is bossy as hell, grabs Javi’s hands and puts them on his stupid skinny hips, gasps when Javi’s fingers dig into the bruises Charles had left there not three days before…

And they make out listening through the wall to Charles n Arthur fucking… and make enough noise to get back at the two of them, too ….

Mister I love… this ask…. Thank you mister….

Also fellers what do we call this AU?? It’s like, the trans Arthur, Gross John, lawschool Charles, modern au… maybe it’s just the Poly AU?? Cuz everyone be poly AF in this one….

idk what do y’all think???

[babbushka]

Blue Moon (1/?)

New York, 1987. The air was filled with smog and the streets were ridden with crime. Just another day in paradise. Your quiet life turns upside down when a striking man moves in across from you. You’re falling, fast, into a love that could never, ever, happen…or could it?

(Possible minor character spoilers for Pale from Burn This !)

Word Count: 5500

Warnings: N*FW (language, smut)

Chapter 1: Introductions

It was raining again.

You sighed. Working the night shift sucked, but it was good money and you needed it. The diner was empty save for you, the owner-slash-cook Fishel, and a couple drunk big-rig drivers passed out in their booths.

One of them forgot to put out their cigarette, not that it mattered much – the air was just as hazy inside the diner as it was outside.

Outside was pouring rain, making funny sounds on the roof of the building, if you could even call it that. It was all chrome, one long strip of metal that had a couple booths, a table or two, and a bar. The rain shone red and blue when it passed the neon lights on its way to the gutter. This place was exactly forty years old and it felt it.

You had stuck a nickel in the jukebox and were playing old Frank Sinatra, had started wiping down the counter for the eighth time that hour.

“You got an umbrella sweetheart?” Fishel asked, sticking his head through the pick-up order window.

“Nope, didn’t figure I’d need it.” You sighed, turning to face him. You put a hand on your hip and smiled, “The weather man lied.”

“They always do.” Fishel chuckled. He pointed to the front door, where a few coats and hats were hung up on hooks. A little basket held a single umbrella, one that was bright orange. “Take mine.”

You shook your head, your boss was too nice to you. An old Jewish man who spoke in the heaviest accent you had heard since calling your grandmother, he always liked you. You showed up on time, you did a good job, never brought around any trouble.

“Nah Fish I can’t.” You protested. It was your own fault for not bringing one, you weren’t gonna make an old man get wet because of your mistake.

Fishel was stubborn, and he tsked as he came around from the kitchen to stand behind the bar with you.

“Yes you can, I’m driving home, you’re walkin’. Take the fuckin’ umbrella.” He insisted, but you could be stubborn too.

“My shift ain’t over for another two hours.” You pointed out with a smile.

“Your shift’s over when I say it is.” He rolled his eyes, throwing a dish-towel over his shoulder. “Take some hot soup and go home. You’re tired and no one comes on Monday nights anyways. Don’t worry about clocking out, I ain’t gonna dock ya.” He waved a hand to dismiss you.

You weren’t gonna say no to that, that was for sure.  

“Thanks Fish, you’re a live-saver.” You said, taking off your uniform hat and apron, folding them neatly and sticking them in a little cubby under the bar. “Give Chaya a kiss for me.”

“You got it sweetheart.” Fishel said as he went back to the kitchen to do the last bit of cleaning up before he too went home.

You grabbed your coat from the hook by the door, a shiny red trench-coat that you had picked up from a second-hand store when the weather had started turning cold. You turned the collar up to fend off the rain and wind, and took the umbrella so Fishel wouldn’t get mad.

You never minded walking to your apartment after work, no matter what the shift was. If it was during daylight hours, there were always people to talk to, say hello and catch up. If it was night-time, it was usually late enough that no one was on the road. Flushing wasn’t nearly as busy as Manhattan at night, you were thankful for that.

Just like any other night, you avoided the shards of glass on the streets and tried not to trip over the broken sidewalks. The rain made things harder than it needed to be, you thought, but you didn’t live so far away that it was an issue for long.

Your apartment was right above your favorite deli, but even that was closed for the night. You were on the fifth floor, but you didn’t even mind the walk-up because your unit had the fire escape right outside your bedroom. You treated it like a fancy balcony, sitting out on the iron and reading. Tonight was not a night for reading – all you wanted was a hot bath after all this rain.

You stood under the small shelter of the overhang as you fumbled with your keys, your hands gone slightly numb from the cold and wet.

“Hey!” You heard a man shout, and turned sharply out of instinct. “Don’t fucking drop that!”

You realized very quickly that the man wasn’t talking to you, he was yelling at a mover who was unloading his shit from a big truck across the street.

“Who the fuck moves in at one in the morning?” You mumbled to yourself, feeling silly for being scared.

You finally get the key in the lock, and open the door to the stairwell. The man on the street is still yelling when the door closes behind you with a heavy thud.

You didn’t mean for it to become a habit, looking for him.

You knew nothing about him at all, didn’t you? If you did, it wasn’t anything you had gone looking for.

It wasn’t your fault that he moved into the unit directly across from you. The buildings were so close, only a one-way street separating them. His building was nicer, had bigger windows. Fucking zoning.

He wasn’t so loud now that he was settled in, he lived alone. Every morning at six you got up to make breakfast, wasn’t your fault that that’s when he made his too. Wasn’t your fault he only ever whipped up a bowl of cereal or maybe some buttered toast. Those windows were so big you could see into nearly his whole apartment if he had kept his blinds open. As it were, you got a view of his kitchen most days.

On the days where he did have the blinds open, you watched him watch TV in the living room. He didn’t like the news, always got up to click off the monitor right at four p.m. You watched him snort coke off a little mirror in his bedroom. Watched him smoke a cigarette or drink a beer on the fire escape.

He never got any calls, and he never sent any out either. At night, you couldn’t hear any sounds of fucking or fighting. You hoped that meant he was single. You wondered if he was lonely.

He came home at the same time you did when you worked a day shift – two o’clock. If you got lucky, the two of you would cross the street at the same time.

You felt wrong, watching him like this. Every day you would make your breakfast and eat it in front of the window. He ate standing in front of the stove, didn’t even bother to sit down. He would put his dirty dishes in the sink and head out the door, and you’d watch him until he’d get in his car.

You wondered where he went to work that was so far away he needed a car.

He looked so slick, with his black leather jacket, dark jeans. He wore a black wife-beater at home, it showed off his arms. He had nice arms, you thought.

 “What do you mean his name is Pale?” You asked three weeks later, sitting on the floor of your living room, your best friend sitting behind you with a pair of her hairdresser’s scissors she swiped from the salon where she worked.

“What do you mean, ‘what do you mean?’ He’s from Jersey.” She shrugged, as if that explained anything.

You were getting your split ends trimmed. Nothing fancy, nothing worth making an appointment over, and you were always eager to see your friend.

“Ugh.” You groaned, making her laugh.

“I know, works in restaurant business.” Your friend snipped away, chewing her gum loudly. “I don’t know much else about him.”

The conversation had shifted to the man – to Pale – because you knew that if anywhere was gonna have gossip, it was the salon. And since you were too broke to go into the salon, you thought inviting your friend over was the next best thing. You had asked if she had heard any news about new people, the town loved new people.

“He lives right across from me.” You said with a smile, the kind of smile that meant you were up to no good.

“Right across?” Your friend asked, eyebrows raised.

You nodded and pointed to the big set of windows across the way.

“Like I could chuck a brick and break his window if I wanted to.” You laughed, and she laughed too.

“Do you want to?” She asked.

You hummed, pretending to think for a while. She laughed again.

“I dunno yet.” You admitted, “He looks like trouble.”

You didn’t know what compelled you to say that. Maybe it was how wide his shoulders were, how big his feet looked. You knew what they said about big feet.

“All guys from Jersey are trouble.” You friend winked. “Word on the block is that he’s opening up a new restaurant here.”

“We got enough of those, don’t you think?” You groaned, thinking about Fishel and Chaya, how they don’t need any more competition. Not that your diner was always dry or anything like that…but sometimes you felt that emptiness on Monday nights deep in your chest. You didn’t need any more of it.

“Lots of people in Queens, people gotta eat.” Your friend shrugged.

“I suppose so.” You laughed, you always did like that she was frank.

She put the scissors down, all finished with your trim. She brushed the loose bits of hair off your neck, and you got up to grab the little broom and dustpan to sweep up the ends that were all over your concrete floor.

You had to pass the window to get to the broom, and you lingered in front of it. Pale was smoking a cigarette out on his fire escape.

“He’s kinda handsome, ain’t he?” You asked softly, not moving from the window.

“He’s very handsome, from up here anyway.” Your friend agreed, moving to stand next to you.

She got a glimpse and had her fill, taking the broom from you and going back to the living room to sweep up.

Pale flicked his cigarette and looked up at you.

Your heart leapt into your throat, but you didn’t move. Flight or fight had nothing on freeze.

Pale sucked down his cigarette, staring.

You smiled at him. He frowned.

You stepped away from the window, going back to the living room to spend time with your friend, even if Pale was the only thing on your mind.

For the first time in a long time, Pale was hungry.

Who the fuck were you? How had he gone a whole month living in this new apartment – away from his fucking family, away from his shitty friends, away from everything and everyone – not noticing you? You were all he could notice now.

You lived right across from him. He could fold up the shitty newspaper into a paper airplane and sail it right into your window if you left it open. You never did, and he never would, but that wasn’t the fucking point.

What even was the point? He didn’t know. He liked to watch you. Was that creepy? Was he a fucking creep? No, he told himself, you started it, you were watching him too. You thought he didn’t know, but he knew. But it was okay.

Wasn’t it?

He liked the way you looked, walking back from the little market down the street. You always carried too many plastic bags on your arms, but you still looked good. He liked the way you looked when you stopped to talk with people you knew on the street, probably coming home from work. He wanted to find out where you worked.

Pale jerked off the night he bumped into you on the street.

The bump had been on purpose, he had been watching you from his window long enough to know that on Thursdays you worked until two o’clock, right when he was walking from where he parked his car. He hated parking his fucking car, he would’ve sold it already but he was too attached to it. Sentimental.

It was overcast, and you were wearing a shitty trench coat and heels that were scuffed, but you still looked like a movie star. He bumped his shoulder into you, making you lose your balance just a little bit. He reflexively steadied you with his hands, and you looked up at him, eyes wide.  

“Sorry,” You said, all flustered.

He thought that was funny – he had bumped into you, and yet you were apologizing. He hated apologies but he found he didn’t hate that one.

His eyes flicked to your mouth, the way you chewed your lower lip.

He didn’t have a chance to say anything back to you before you were hurrying over to your apartment, the one right above the deli. They made a good sandwich, Pale had taken to hanging around there more and more after meeting your eyes on the fire escape.

He didn’t want you to hurry away from him.

Pale had been thinking about it all day, and when the sun went down, he found himself drawn to his windows. You left your curtains open that night, and Pale caught a glimpse of your naked body as you walked from your bathroom to your bedroom.

“Holy shit.” He said to himself, his cock immediately jumping in his pants.

He shoved a palm over it, groaned at the friction.

You were brushing your hair, facing away from the window, but Pale could see your back in the light of the shitty street-lamps. You weren’t wearing a bra, and when you stood up to put the brush away or do whatever the fuck you were gonna do next, he got a sight of your bare ass – no panties either.

Pale moved just out of the way of the window so that he could lean back on his couch and get his cock out in his hand, unbuttoning his jeans faster than he had ever done before.

He was so hard that it hurt, hadn’t been this hard in a long time. He jerked off slow, wanting to savor the sight of your skin. Was that a nipple he just saw? He thudded his head back against the couch and had his eye trained on your window, hoping you’d walk past again.

You did one better, decided now was a good time to file your nails. You laid down on your bed that was right next to the window sill, your tits proudly on display. One leg crossed over the other, you swayed your foot to music Pale couldn’t hear as you filed your nails. Your body glowed from the street-lamp, and he held his breath.

He wanted to suck on your nipples, have you suck him off. He wanted to bruise you up with his tongue, make you come. He wanted to hold your hair tight in his fist and bite at your shoulder and make you shout out his name.

What was your name?

“Fuck!” he had yelled, shooting his load all over his wife-beater.

His curse traveled out the open window, bounced off the wall of your building. Somewhere in the distance a dog barked, even further in the distance there were sirens. But right across the way, he could have sworn he heard you laugh.

“Shit.” He had said, wiping the come off of his hand onto his shirt, it had to be washed anyway.

He’d go down to the laundry room in a couple days, it didn’t matter.

He fell asleep right there on the couch, and dreamt of the way your mouth might look around his cock.

 The next afternoon, he found himself at the deli again, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.

“Hey, are you open?” He asked the young guy that worked the counter.

Pale had only been in the deli a handful of times, but each time he came it was an older guy running it. Pale didn’t recognize this guy, his name tag said Marty.  

“Yeah pal, what can I get ya?” Marty said with a smile.

“A pastrami on rye.” Pale said, it was the only thing he ordered, he hadn’t bothered trying anything else on the menu.

Marty stepped over to the meat slicer, and Pale followed from the other side of the counter.

He had been itching to know more about you, and figured since he’d seen you walking into the place on more than one occasion, maybe someone in here could tell him about you.

“Do you know the people who live in this building?” He asked, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, surveying the meats in the glass case.

“Some of ‘em.” Marty said with a shrug.

“I’m lookin’ for a girl.” Pale said, but Marty laughed.  

“There’s lots of girls that live here. You gotta be a little more specific.”

Pale didn’t like that answer, he was getting aggravated. He wanted to get high and fuck you into the floor, who the fuck was this Marty guy anyway?

Pale lit a cigarette and smoked it fast, trying to not start a fucking fight.

“I don’t know her fucking name, she lives on the fifth floor.” He snapped anyway.

Marty’s hand stilled, “She in trouble or something?”

Bingo. He did know you.

“No, I just – ” Pale started, he just what? He couldn’t say what he wanted, not really. “I just want to talk to her.” It wasn’t totally a lie.

Marty saw through it anyway. He made the pastrami sandwich and wrapped it in paper for Pale.

“She ain’t home.” He said sharply.

Pale slapped a couple dollars onto the counter and took the sandwich right back to his apartment. He ate half of it before getting irritated and wrapping it back up, throwing it in the fridge.

If he was fascinated with you before, now he was obsessed. He didn’t know what to do, it made him on edge. He wanted to find out everything about you, but didn’t want to scare you away. Did you know that he saw you that night? You had to fucking know, right?

Maybe it was just a coincidence, the sane part of his fucking inner monologue told him. Maybe you had just been too hot, not known that people could see. Maybe you thought it was late enough and that everyone was already asleep. Maybe Pale was just being fucking psychotic.

Maybe he was psychotic, but he was hot for you, and he hadn’t been hot for anyone since – he cut that train of thought off real fucking fast.

You weren’t at your window the next day.

Or the day after that.

Pale was starting to get worried, where the fuck had you gone?

He was jerking off more, couldn’t get the sight of you out of his head. He was almost starting to think he was hallucinating the whole fucking thing, that the coke was twisting his brain about it, that it never happened at all.

Until it happened again.

And again.

You were getting more bold, more brave. You were wearing clothes less and less. Your windows were always closed now, but the curtains were open. Pale went crazy any time he saw you, watched you from his apartment.

He couldn’t get his hands down his pants fast enough – it was bullshit, it should be your hands, your pussy.

Every night for almost a week you were finding ways to drive him insane, reading a book on the fire escape in a see-through shirt and nothing else, talking on the phone completely nude, cooking in the kitchen in your panties.

It was too much. This wasn’t an accident, this wasn’t Pale catching you off-guard – you were doing this on purpose.

He was walking up the stairwell when he heard a couple of his neighbors talking as they passed him by.

“I’m pissed I’m all out of film.” One of them laughed.

“Gonna take pervy pictures?” The other elbowed him in the side.

“Not my fault, she’s the one with her whole fucking cunt on display.” The first groaned, making the other laugh loud – they were drunk, but they were talking about you.

“God what’d I do to get my hands on her…”

Pale’s blood boiled, he hadn’t even thought about the possibility that his neighbors might see you.

He turned right the fuck around and nearly ran down the stairs, crossed the street, and managed to catch one of your neighbors entering the side door to the stair-well.

“Hold it!” Pale called out, and the guy did. Didn’t even ask any questions, “Thanks man.” Pale said anyway.

He was going to put an end to this once-and-for-fucking-all.

It was late, and you were bummed.

Pale hadn’t been home all day, wasn’t at his window. Wasn’t watching you.

You had gotten into bed, and were just about to close your eyes when there was a pounding at the front door.

You jumped, who the fuck was here this late at night? You didn’t think as you went to the door, not even bothering to look through the peephole before you opened it.

“Hello?” You asked, half annoyed. What did they want?

You had maybe a fraction of a second to realize it was Pale, before he had his tongue shoved down your throat. Oh, you got all excited, you knew what he wanted.

He kissed you in the doorway of your apartment, wound an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his muscular chest. His other hand grabbed your face, held you there as he kissed you. The leather of his jacket was warm from sitting on his skin all day, you brought your hands to grab at the lapels of it.

You were still naked, and your skin felt like it was on fire, like he was burning you with his touch.

Pale walked you backwards and shut the door behind him with his foot, breaking away to look down at you with a frown.

“Jesus you’re such a fucking slut, do you know that?” He demanded, letting go of your face to pinch at your nipple. You moaned, pushed your chest into his hands. “Look at you, where’s your shame? Nevermind don’t answer that.” Pale picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, spanked your ass, hard.

You realized that he had been watching you, maybe for as long as you had been watching him. He apparently knew the layout of your apartment, because he made it to your room with no mistakes. Granted, it wasn’t that complicated of a layout with the one bedroom, but still.

He threw you down onto the bed with enough force that you bounced on the hard mattress.

“I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson, not to go whoring out to just anyone.” He grunted, pointing out your window to the windows belonging Pale’s neighbors.

So what if the neighbors had seen, you thought. You got what you wanted, Pale was throwing his shirt into a random corner of the room, working on getting his jeans off. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his dick was huge. You groaned, shimmied up the bed properly.

He crawled over you, his big hands pushing and pulling your legs to fit around his waist.

Your eye caught a glint of metal on his hand, and you grabbed at his wrist.

“You’re callin’ me a whore?” You asked, holding up his left hand that very clearly wore a wedding band.

So, not single then, you thought, disappointed. Not single, but still here with you. You could work with that.  

“That’s none of your fuckin’ business.” He grunted, snatching his hand back.

“Okay.” You said with a smile. God you were so ready to get fucked, Pale was lining up his cock and all you wanted was to be filled. Who gave a shit about wedding rings and what that meant anyway?

“Okay?” He asked, suspicious.

“What do you want from me? Yeah, ‘okay.’” You nodded, impatient, and he nodded too.

He wore a gold chain, of course he did. It hung off his neck, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“Okay.” He said, thrusting into you.

“Fuck!” You moaned, tossing your head back.

He wasn’t gentle, and you didn’t want him to be. He grabbed at your wrists, at your throat, at your tits, as he rammed himself into your wet cunt. He couldn’t get it in you all the way at once, he needed to work you open. You probably should have told him to finger you open, you’ll save that for next time.  

Your legs traveled further up his back as he railed you, shoved you up against the headboard with the force of it. He was strong, moved you however he wanted, grunting in your ear and groaning with pleasure.

“Pale – !” You yelped when he found your gspot, rubbing his cock over it again and again until tears were pricking at your eyes.

“You’re gonna come like this.” He said, spitting into your open mouth.

And you did.

He cursed loud when you clenched around him. He kept going, wasn’t anywhere near close to being done, and neither were you, still too keyed up. You came but it hadn’t been enough to take the edge off, you still had more in you.

“Say my fucking name again, you slut.” He ordered, biting your shoulder hard enough that he was going to leave little indents there.

“Pale!” You gasped, gripping his hair in your hand, tugging him away from your shoulder to kiss you, hot, open mouthed and all tongue, “Fuck me Pale, give me more, I can take it.”

He shuddered under your touch, under your tongue. He pressed a hand on your hips to push them down onto the mattress, held you in place and slid further into you.

His cock felt like it never ended, like it was up in your throat.

He worked you open, got you relaxed enough that he could fuck you properly, enough that he could get all the way inside you. You came again, just from the feeling of being so full and the sounds of his breathy groans in your ear.

“I’m gonna fucking train you to take this on the first fucking thrust, you hear that you slut?” Pale babbled, tweaked at your nipple and made you cry out. Tears were spilling over your cheeks from being so over-stimulated, but you didn’t want him to stop.

“Yeah go ahead and cry, best sex you’ve ever fucking had, let it out.” Pale grabbed your face in his hand again, kissed you real deep.  

You desperately needed some attention on your clit, but every time you reached down, he smacked at your wrist.

“You tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you. Got it?” He asked, panting, chest heaving.

His hips were starting to get erratic, the sound of his skin slapping against yours was driving you wild.

“Touch me, please – Pale, please.” You begged, sucking on a vein on his neck.

Pale reached a hand between you, rubbed little circles on your clit that had you shouting, eyes shut so tight that you could see stars. You gushed all over his cock, making an obscene noise as he continued to fuck into you, you finally hitting the mind-shattering orgasm that you had been after.  

You moaned his name softly on an intake of breath, and that was enough to make him pull out and come all over your tits with a shout.

“Fuck, oh fuck.” He watched his come pool on your chest.

Watched you trace a lazy pattern in it, dragging it around your skin.

He scooped it all up and fed it to you, leaving you only a little sticky. You ate every drop of it, and he licked his lips.

He flopped down onto the bed next to you and pulled you onto his chest. He pinched your chin in between his fingers and tilted your lips up to his. You kissed him hungrily, and couldn’t help but smile against his lips.

“Don’t go getting any fucking ideas, I don’t do romance – I ain’t that kind of guy.” Pale said, breaking the kiss to look at you seriously.

“Didn’t say you were.” You smiled, you knew exactly what kind of guy he was.

“Good.” He said, slapping your ass. “Now sit that pretty pussy on my fucking face, I’m not fucking finished with you yet.”

You grinned, and shuffled around on the bed so that he was resting on your pillow, you were straddling his head, gripping the headboard as he steadied your hips with his hands.

He knew how to eat a girl out, that was for sure. You were hesitant at first, but the way he buried his nose right into your cunt had you whining and moaning and shaking around him. You melted, the whole miserable universe reduced to his tongue fucking you.

He groped at your ass, slid a finger and then two into your pussy to rub at your walls. You couldn’t help but think you were doing this all backwards, that this shoulda come first. You didn’t care, not with the way he was stroking your clit with his nose.

You were almost afraid you were going to break the fucking headboard with how hard you were holding onto it, how Pale had had it slamming against the wall.

You didn’t last long at all, and you came again. He swallowed every fucking drop of it.

Pale fucked you for hours, came all over you, inside you. In your pussy, on your tits, in your mouth, everywhere. You were absolutely covered in it, and it was the best god damned thing he had ever seen.

You were cleaning yourself up now, and he leaned back against your headboard, chain-smoking. You had been gone for a little while now, what the fuck was taking so long?

He hadn’t heard the water start to run or anything, so he knew you weren’t taking a shower. He hoped you weren’t passed the fuck out on the bathroom tile or anything – had you had anything to eat? He shook his head, it didn’t matter.

A minute or two later when you still hadn’t shown back up, he decided it did fucking matter, and he held a cigarette between his teeth as he pulled on his jeans.

He opened the bedroom door, ready to rescue you, when the delicious smell of sizzling bacon hit his nose. His stomach growled loudly, and he realized he hadn’t eaten anything all day.

He made his way to the kitchen where you were standing in front of the stove. You were still naked, completely nude, hair a fucking disaster on your head, back scratched up and shadows of bruises forming, flipping eggs and bacon in a skillet that splattered hot oil onto your skin.

He had to have fucking dreamt you up.  

“Doesn’t that shit hurt?” Pale asked, standing in the doorway of the little kitchen.

It was quaint, if he had to pick a word. The room in the apartment with the most fucking furniture anyway.

“Come eat.” You ignored his question, sliding some eggs and bacon onto a plate, and putting the plate on a small circular table.

“How’d you know I’d be hungry?” Pale frowned, making you laugh.

Toast popped out of the toaster just then, and you put them on the plate too.

“You’ve been fucking me for the past three hours, I’d be surprised if you weren’t starving.” You said with a sly smile, “Plus, it’s six a.m.”

“You stalking me or something?” Pale asked, sitting down at the table.

The smog outside was making the sunrise a real pretty orange, but he couldn’t stop looking at you.

“No more than you stalk me.” You said easily, handing him a fork. “They’re real yummy, I promise.”

“Oh yeah?” Pale asked.

“Yeah. I work in a diner. I know all the secrets.” You winked, fixing yourself a plate as well.

Pale grabbed your waist and settled you down sideways on his lap.

“What diner?” He asked, trying to figure you out.

“An old one.” You said, giving him no luck. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissed his cheek much too sweetly.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You said back, stealing his fork, and scooping some eggs into your mouth.

 Pale ate your breakfast and didn’t dare comment on how good it was. When was the last time someone made him breakfast? When was the last time someone fucking did anything for him?

He didn’t know, but he knew he had to see you again. He knew it from the minute you opened your fucking door, your mouth, your legs for him.

He didn’t know how, or why, but he was gonna make you his.

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where the birds sing

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warnings: none

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Summary:  The development of Sam and Bucky’s relationship through the years, starting with a pair of binoculars. (childhood friends to lovers)

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AGE 12

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Sam sits carelessly on the tree branch, legs dangling and eyes closed. He takes in the warm breeze, appreciating the soft chirping of birds. He wonders how many surround him in that moment.

“Hey!”

Sam jumps at the sudden noise, opening one eye to peek at the weirdo who scared him. There’s a boy looking up at him, with blue eyes and brown hair. He’s holding something in his hand, but Sam can’t make it out from this angle.

“What are you doing up there?” The boy pries, squinting at him. Sam wishes he’d stop doing that. He turns away to look at the sky instead.

“I’m birdwatching.” He says to him. Why does he suddenly feel so embarrassed about that? Sam crosses his arms.

“Is that so?” The boy turns to look, hand hooded over his eyes to block out the sun. “How can you even see them from here? You got eagle eyes or somethin’?”

“I prefer falcons.” Sam says bluntly. With that, the boy looks up at him with a smirk. Sam rubs his arms.

“Well, hold these for me will ya?” He steps forward, holding out what Sam can now see is a pair of bulky binoculars. Sam reaches forward to take them from him, then watches as the boy starts to scale the tree to join him.

“What are you—?” The boy sits right next to Sam, a little too close if you as him. When their knees brush together, Sam shifts slightly.

“Well, someone’s gotta show you how to use them.” The boy says obnoxiously, taking the binoculars from him. He puts them up to his eyes and looks off into the distance. Sam tries to find where he’s looking.

“I’m Bucky, by the way.”

“Bucky?”

Bucky puts the binoculars down and furrows his eyebrows. “What? What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothin’ wrong with it,” Sam assures him, shrugging. He quite likes it actually. “I’m Sam.”

With that, Bucky gives him a wide smile.

Later, Sam’s mom asks about his new binoculars.

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Turns out, Bucky goes to the same school as Sam.

Sam thinks he’s pretty smart, he’s good at math. Bucky is quick to help Sam with stuff he doesn’t understand, which he is great because he hates math. In return, Sam helps him with his writing, cause Bucky isn’t too good with words sometimes.

It isn’t long before Bucky starts poking him at recess.

“Do you wanna play basketball?” Bucky asks, holding it up for emphasis. Sam nods and joins him on the court.

Sam finds out that Bucky has four sisters, which he can’t remember all of their names but he’ll get them eventually. Bucky’s the middle child of them all, which Sam says completely sucks. He agrees.

Bucky wins their game, but Sam would never tell him he missed his shots on purpose.

A months later, a new student joins their class. His name is Steve and looks as if the wind blew on too hard he’d topple over. Kinda like the Three Little Pigs.

“My mom knows his mom,” Bucky tells him at recess. They are playing tic-tac-toe with chalk. It’s boring and a bit childish, but it passes the time. Sam puts down an ‘x’ in light green. “They worked together for a bit, I think. Apparently, he’s gotta lotta health problems.”

Bucky puts down an ‘o’, falling into Sam’s trap and loses the game.

“Again?” He whines and starts making a new game.

—

Bucky doesn’t meet him at recess, which is odd because that was their routine. That is, until Sam hears loud arguing coming from the benches. He turns to see Bucky on top of one of their classmates and rushes over before he can land another hit, yanking him off.

“H-Hey, let me go!”

“Bucky, what are you doing?” Sam asks, shaking him. He doesn’t look at Sam, opting to stare at the asphalt.

“He started it,” Bucky argues, rubbing his nose. He winces looking at the blood on his hand. “H-He started making fun of Steve, started pushing him around and stuff. What was I supposed to do?”

Before he can reply, a teacher finally comes and takes all them away. Steve glances at Sam before being taken to the nurse. He can kinda make out the beginnings of a black eye.

Sam and Bucky both get sent to the principal’s office instead. Bucky has his arms crossed. His nose is still bleeding, seeping into his blue t-shirt.

Annoyed, Sam gets up to grab a box of tissues off the front desk. Before handing them over, he tells Bucky, “You’re an absolute idiot.”

“What? I’m not the bad guy here,” Bucky complains, taking a tissue. He winces again. “Maybe you should be tellin’ Steve that, you should’ve heard the stuff he said.”

“I never said you were,” Sam continues. “But you’re quite somethin’ Barnes.” He pokes Bucky’s leg.

Instead of arguing more, Bucky gives him a wide smile. It’s almost identical from the first day they met.

Sam’s chest feels weird.

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That night, he’s just about done with one of his books when his mother calls him down for dinner. Sam flies down the stairs and into the kitchen, welcoming the familiar smell of mac and cheese. His mother is still wearing her scrubs from the hospital.

“Hey Sammy,” She greets him, carefully spooning some macaroni into a bowl. When she places the bowl in front of him, she kisses his cheek. “How was school today?”

“Oh, you know,” Sam starts, sticking his fork into the macaroni. “Just the same old boring stuff.”

She hums with disbelief as she grabs a bowl for herself. “Do you wanna tell me why I got a call from one of your teachers today?”

Oh boy.

“Uh…no.” He stuffs some food into his mouth.

“Samuel.”

He sighs, knowing he’s already lost. “A kid was getting picked on, Mama.”

She nods, taking a seat next to Sam. “And does this new friend of yours have anything to do with it?”

“Well, you see Bucky was protecting him.”

“Ah, protecting him… I see,” She says, “Don’t I always tell you to stay out of trouble?”

“Yes, but—”

“And what am I gonna do with a troublemaker like you?” She tells him softly, a faint smile hiding behind her lips. His mother gives him a pinch on the cheek when he grins at her.

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AGE 14

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It’s the summer before they start high school and Sam is outside in his backyard on his old swing set. Bucky said he’d come over and hang out with him soon, which feels like complete years at this point.

He makes patterns in the dirt with his shoes and wishes Bucky was better at being on time.

Sam hops off the swing and opts to peeking at his mother’s garden. He admires her flowers and thinks about how it’d feel to give one to Bucky someday.

He shakes the thought away. He wasn’t a kid anymore. He would never—

“Hey loser, are you here?”

Bucky walks through his backyard gate, giving Sam a bright smile. He has one of his arms around his back.

“You’re a little late,” Sam tells him, walking towards his swing again. “I thought you weren’t gonna show up.”

“You really think I’d do that to you?” Bucky asks, smile falling, but then says quickly, “Well, hey, I got you these.”

He pulls out a yellow bag of butterscotch candies from behind his back and tosses them to Sam.

“I know they’re your favorite.” He adds.

Sam smiles and tears the package open, fishing two out and holding one out to Bucky.

Their hands brush briefly when he comes to take it and they sit in comfortable silence for a long time.

—

They are sitting in Sam’s living room, watching some random animated movie on TV. Both are working on homework, so they aren’t really paying attention to it.

Sam mindlessly taps his pencil on his notebook and sneaks a glance at Bucky sitting on a recliner, nose in a world history book. He thinks about how lucky he is to have his best friend, even if some days they can’t stand each other. And even on those days, they could never handle being apart.

Bucky looks up and interrupts his thoughts, “What are you dreaming about over there, Bird Brain?”

“About how much I hate you.” He replies instantly, with absolutely no bite.

“Oh, so you were dreaming about me?”

Sam doesn’t respond, just gives him an eye roll and goes back to doing his algebra homework.

“You were totally dreaming about me.” He hears Bucky mumble annoyingly.

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AGE 17

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Sam and Bucky go to prom together, not as a couple of course, definitely not, but you know. Together.

They join Steve and Peggy’s group, accompanied by their friend Nat and honestly, prom is fun for the most part. It was a little boring at times, but Sam just enjoys being around everyone, enjoys seeing all the dresses and suits.

They were at an afterparty now, Tony Stark’s to be exact. It’s loud and obnoxious, which is more so what he expected. He and Bucky are both outside on Tony’s back porch, sitting on a bench together and mulling over old memories.

“I still remember when you pulled me out of that fight,” Bucky says. “What was that like— in 7th grade?”

“Yeah I think so,” Sam replies, “It was Mrs. Henry that called my mom that night.”

Bucky laughs and runs a hand through his hair. “I always hated her. She was a major fuckin’ control freak.”

“Tell me about it.” Sam takes a swig from his cup, just soda, nothing too special.

“I don’t think I every properly thanked you for that,” Bucky says suddenly and turns to him. “So, thank you Sam. I think— without you I might’ve lost an arm there.”

Sam chuckles and takes another drink. “I wouldn’t be so damn dramatic.”

There’s a few moments of silence, seconds of comfort, before he hears Bucky say, “Sam, I hope you know I would give everything to you if I could.”

It’s probably not a great idea that he and Bucky are sitting this close together with no one to see or hear them. The party booms inside, music and all, but seems so distant.

Sam carefully takes Bucky’s hand.

They don’t talk about prom again.

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A WEEK BEFORE GRADUATION

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They are both lying in the grass next to Sam’s swing. The sun is going down, which casts a warm glow over the world and if he could, he would take a picture. A moment in time just for the two of them.

Bucky has his hands behind his head, staring up at the sky.

“Hey Sam?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever really thought about your future? Like… what you want?”

“I mean, yeah I guess. Aren’t you always supposed to be thinking about that stuff?”

“Yeah, but everyone tells you to think about college or a job or somethin’ like that…” Bucky trails off and sits up to start picking at the grass. “I’m talking like…like uh—”

Sam glances over and Bucky’s face flushed. He won’t look at Sam and focuses intently on a blade of grass he’s pulled from the ground. He starts to play with it until finally he asks, “Have you ever thought about getting married?”

Sam’s eyebrows furrow. Bucky didn’t really like to talk about sentimental stuff, so why was he asking about marriage?

“Of course I have.” Sam says simply.

“And…?”

“And what?”

“Wilson, you’re killing me here,” Bucky throws his hands up childishly. He finally meets Sam’s eyes. “Do you wanna get married?”

For some reason, Sam doesn’t know how to answer his question. It’s rather simple, but at the same time he can’t help but feel Bucky is asking him something else. Or rather, he wishes he was. He thinks about Bucky in a suit, thinks about two golden bands, thinks about—

“Yeah, I do.” Is all Sam can reply with. Bucky gives him a small half smile, then holds something up to Sam’s face. It was a blade of grass and tied carefully to make a small ring.

“Maybe I’ve been misreading everything, or maybe this is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done and I know we aren’t even dating, but I just— I want you to know that I think about you all the time.”

“Bucky—”

“Let me finish,” He says quickly, “Everytime I get that question about the future… it’s always with you. I can’t see myself anywhere else. Like I think I’d rather die if that were to happen,” Bucky tosses the ring. Then he falls back again, arms behind his head. “Not really, but god— I really do love you.”

Sam laughs at that last comment. He shifts to lean over Bucky and look him in the eyes.

“You’re quite somethin’, Barnes.” He says with a smirk.

“Am I?” Bucky’s eyes are practically glittering and Sam can’t focus on anything else.

“Yeah, I think so.”

Then Sam finally leans down to kiss him proper.

[hazkiwislutt]

{prologue: chasing love series}

{ hi friends, it’s athena and this is the prologue to a series i’m writing. basically, it has a famous female character who is younger than Harry, but it’s set a few years in the future, like... Harry is going to be 29 and the mc is going to be 21 when they first meet (pls don’t shoot me) so that it fits in with some of the plot. i hope you like it, because if i do it right, this story is supposed to pull on all sorts of heartstrings and throw a bunch of curveballs at you! }

She was only twenty-one when they’d first met, old enough so that he didn’t feel bad taking a liking to her, but young enough that people would talk and make him feel bad about taking a liking to her. He’d met her at a party that Niall had thrown, and he hadn’t wanted to go, but he was a people-pleaser, and so that’s where he’d found himself that one Saturday night after he’d gotten off the plane from Japan. He’d arrived, and Niall had instantly whisked him away to the kitchen because he was just “dying fo’ yeh t’meet someone tha’ yeh’d like.” 

Niall had nudged the kitchen door open, and to Harry’s surprise, she was standing over the sink, back facing toward him and Niall, chugging a bottle of Belvedere as if it were ice water at three in the morning on a Wednesday night after a really intense sleep. She finished it cleanly, not stopping even once as she demolished the bottle, and Harry grimaced, wondering how long it would be until the alcohol hit her like a freight train.

She was wearing a pair of CareBear pajama pants that flopped over her bare feat and a faded university sweatshirt that had an insane amount of holes littered across its expansion.  

“I asked you to bring something stronger, not someone. I’ve gotta be absolutely blackout drunk if I’m gonna get through tonight, Niall.” She hadn’t turned around, and the sound of her voice acknowledging their presences startled Harry. 

“Yeh not actually hung up on this bloke, are yeh? Yeh don’ need him!” Niall’s eyes widened and he lunged forward to seize her shoulders, spinning her to face him, to which she reacted with a bored shrug. 

As he gazed at her side profile, Harry realized he knew this girl. She was relatively new on the music scene, but one big hit a year ago skyrocketed her to fame. Harry could admit he’d watched her in multiple interviews (and was also able to admit that she seemed intelligent, funny, and terribly captivating) and listened to a few of her songs (which were all crafted beautifully, and he even kept two of them on his shower playlist). He’d learned she was studying at a university when she’d released her song, and that her favorite juice was cranberry, and that she loved reptiles more than animals with fur, but he couldn’t for the life of him remember her name.  

“I don’t know, Ni. It’s not like I want to be hung up on him, anyway, but the heart does weird shit. Anyways, what’s a girl gotta do to get some stronger liquor from her incredibly dashing Irish friend?” She put up her hands in a duo of finger guns, shaking them at Niall and grinning madly. Her smile was pretty, Harry decided. 

“Hate t’be tha’ guy, but yeh not gettin’ anything from me. Yeh had enough to knock yeh into next week. Enough of tha’ now, this is my mate.” Niall gestured to Harry, raising his eyebrow to prompt him to introduce himself. 

“M’Harry. S’nice to meet yeh.” He stepped out and outstretched his hand to shake hers, and nearly grunted in surprise as she grasped his and shook it tighter than he’d expected. 

“Y/N.” She returned simply, but warmly with a large smile. Harry didn’t miss the way she was staring at his eyes with an intensely measured gaze. He was impressed and a bit put off by her unabashed confidence in doing so, having always been the person that did the speculating when meeting someone new, and it was both interesting and refreshing to meet someone that delivered the same energy. 

“M’gonna go check on the other guests, but yeh better swear t’me tha’ yeh not gonna leave or do anythin’ stupid,” Niall scolded her with a stern eye, “an’ I mean really, Y/N. Seriously. Wanted Harry t’meet yeh ‘cause I remember yeh said yeh like him, an’ maybe it’d do yeh good t’make new friends.” He slipped out of the kitchen once more, leaving Harry alone with this new girl and her CareBear pajamas. 

“I’d say yeh’ve got a nice grip, but s’a hell of a lot more than tha’, innit? Felt like Donald Trump himself was trying t’rip my arm off.” Harry grinned as he heard her erupt in loud giggles as she hopped up onto the counter alongside the bottle that had long been empty, swinging her feet gently against the cabinets beneath her. He decided her laugh was pretty, too, and it was one of the nicest laughs he’d ever heard in his life, and that he’d love to make her laugh all the time if that was his reward.

“That was a good one,” she hummed thoughtfully, “Sorry, though, if I actually hurt your hand. I was thinking really hard, like, should I gently shake your hand or what? ‘Cause you seem like a firm grip with a gentle twist kind of guy, and my brain couldn’t decide, so I just squeezed.” 

“S’just a handshake, not a blood oath, love.” Harry smirked and she released another round of soft giggles before she quieted down completely. Before Harry could panic about an awkward lull in conversation and scramble for a topic of discussion, she reached out for his shoulder and grasped it.

“Hey, I’m sorry, but I’m about to be really fucking buzzed soon. I probably looked insane downing that entire bottle, so I’m apologizing now for the things I’ll inevitably do or say.” She shrugged at him sheepishly before pulling her hand away and returning her focus to her legs that were still swinging. She looked small, swaddled in her ratty sweatshirt and feet dangling so high off the ground from where she sat, and Harry was overcome and overwhelmed by a feeling of endearment as he stared at her. 

“S’alright, ‘ve been there quite a few times. F’yeh want, we could talk about it.” He genuinely meant it. There was never a time where Harry didn’t want to not help, but he especially wanted to help her get her mind off things with conversation, which seemed to be a better alternative than consuming anymore alcohol. She was young, younger than him certainly, but not childish, and he was consumed by an odd wave of protectiveness as he watched her. 

“Maybe later I’ll give you the whole run down.” She stopped, and a beat of silence passed before she continued, “I really like your music, by the way. I’ve been a fan since like... way before all this happened to me, and you helped me through a lot. I swear, I was like the biggest Directioner. I’ve still got your posters up in my room back home. Sorry if that’s weird to say, but I mean, it’s kinda cool to be sitting in front of you after staring at you on paper for so long. That sounds fuckin’ creepy, too. Christ, I’m sorry, I’m really not helping my case, am I?” 

Harry laughed as she talked, listening to her switch inflections at the beginning of nearly every sentence, as if she were talking to someone new every time. He was gratified and extremely moved by the reverential tone she used as she thanked him, never experiencing someone so in awe and grateful in his life for things he hadn’t directly done. 

“S’not creepy. I performed with Stevie Nicks, an’ I nearly pissed m’pants, so I get it. M’also a fan of yeh’re music, ‘ve even got two of yeh songs on m’shower playlist.” Harry watched as she blinked in surprise (very cutely, he might add) and bashfully smiled at her lap. 

“Thank you, really, that means a lot to me. It was all so surreal... You know, I was going to be a journalist before all of this happened. I was double-majoring, but I’d always wanted to do music. In college, I was in such a bad place, and then, I released the song, got snatched up by a producer, and now here I am, talking to Harry Styles.” She scooted higher up onto the counter and dropped her head back against the wall, closing her eyes, as if reliving everything she’d just divulged. 

“I know how tha’ feels, too. S’the craziest thing, waking up, an’ realizing yeh life will never be the same again.” Harry leaned against the side of the counter, finding himself sucked into a whirlwind of memories as he fondly remembered his rise to fame. It was silent, save for the obvious noises of the party floating through the rest of the house, but it was comfortable, as if they’d both understood they needed that moment. 

“Harry,” she’d said suddenly, sitting up quickly and fumbling to grab his shoulder, eyes a bit hazy and unfocused. He’d grasped her hand where it lay on him, and squeezed it reassuringly, giving her a small smile. 

“Want to hear about my troubles before I throw them up in this sink?” He laughed once more at her bluntness, and nodded encouragingly. 

“G’on then, love. Let’s hear it.” 

He’d barely finished his sentence before she was off and running, words slurred together and hand warm on his shoulder, telling the story of a “stupid boy with ratty hair, but damn it it was so nice to yank on”, who she’d had a fling with in her senior year of high school that moved away to “some random ass country, think it was fuckin’ Australia” and did a bunch of god-awful things that pulled her heartstrings all the wrong ways, and suddenly happened to swing back into her life, demanding that they pick up where they’d left off and talk about the semantics of their relationship, just as she’d finally “gotten my balls in order and wanted to move on, the asshole.” Tonight, he gave her the option of meeting him over dinner, or “’saying goodbye to us forever’, like, come on, who even says that?”. She’d declined, and this is where Harry had arrived to watch her resort to chugging Belvedere. 

By the time she’d finished, her voice was quiet and tinged with a bit of frustration. Harry was sure he’d felt these things before, and he dare he admit it, he probably inflicted these feelings before. 

“I’m so tired of being sad. It’s exhausting. I just want to be able to be happy, by myself again, so that maybe I can share that happiness with someone else in the future.” Her voice was low, and her eyes were drooping with the weight of her dilemma, and the burden of the alcohol that was no doubt running through her veins at this point. 

She looked exhausted, not in a bad way, but in a way that showed the internal battle she’d been fighting in her heart. Harry felt bad, even a bit sad, that someone like her should have to endure someone else’s faults. She was a beautiful girl, with wit that was more surprising than shocking, and an air around her that drew him in. 

“S’not worth it, yeh know,” Harry rushed the words out before he could stop them, “an’ he didn’t deserve to have someone like yeh care about him. Niall��s right, an’ I know I jus’ met yeh, but I think yeh’re just lovely, an’ things will work out for yeh eventually. Swear on it.”

She’d looked at him with large eyes that held a mixture of inebriation and sadness, but above all, gratitude as she soaked in his words. Harry opened his arms a bit, as if tentatively asking if she’d like to be enveloped in them, and Y/N didn’t need any other invitation. She scooted to the end of the counter and burrowed into Harry’s chest, legs on either side of his hips and arms wrapped around him tightly. Harry’s throat constricted weirdly as if her touch had awoken something within him (but for now, he'd simply say that he felt pity and understanding). 

“I’m just so tired of chasing love, you know?” Her voice was muffled from where her face was pressed against his chest. 

“Suppose tha’ this has got t’be the cheesiest thing ever, but maybe one day, it’ll be worth all of the chasing, right?” Harry fought the urge to stroke her hair down and caress the sides of her face as he breathed her in. The air suddenly felt thin and his heart began to beat wildly, the close proximity working against him, but if she’d noticed, she didn’t show it. 

“I hope you’re right.” 

[crashdevlin]

Bah Humbug!

Author’s Note:  Written for @avengerscompound ‘s Cards Against Humanity Challenge. My prompt was A big brain full of facts and sadness. I was really just wanting someone to save me from my job when I started writing this and I was gonna make it this super smutty thing, but I couldn’t smut because... IDK, it just wouldn’t happen, so this is not the best thing I’ve ever written... 

Summary: Y/n meets Tony Stark at her job and somehow catches his attention. Y/n’s a bit of a Grinch, but when Tony Stark invites you to a party, you go.

Pairing(s): Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 2868

Story Warnings: implied smut

You weren’t a fan of Christmas. You’d been working in retail since your first job at fourteen years old so you’d had your fill of jingle bells and gay apparel and if you never heard ‘Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer’ again, you’d die happy. You hated Christmas, so how did you end up spending your Christmas Eve at the biggest, craziest, loudest Christmas party on the East Coast?

Tony fuckin’ Stark, that’s how.

You were working the jewelry counter at the big box retail warehouse you hated to call your place of employment when you met him for the first time. There was no way to not recognize him, but you didn’t mention it as he approached the counter.

“Let me know if there’s anything you wanna see up close, sir.” Polite greeting, let him know you’ve seen him, but don’t be pushy. You kept your distance, not crowding him.

He nodded in acknowledgment and leaned down to look at the watches. “What kinda commissions you make here?” he asked, not looking up at you.

“None. It’s just one of the ways we keep our prices low, sir.”

“That sucks. I’m looking at this Breitling.” He jabbed his finger against the glass. “My friend wants the Galactic 36 Rose Gold one and you guys are the first ones who’ve had it.”

You walked forward, going to your tiptoes to see which watch he was pointing at. “We’re the only ones who have it because that’s a two year old model and most of our members can’t afford to drop $12,000 on a watch, so it’s been sitting around for a while.”

“So, if I buy out the whole case, do you get to go home early?” He looked up at you with a smile and you got a little lost in his whiskey-colored eyes.

You chuckled. It wasn’t the first time someone had made that joke, but this was Tony Stark and he might actually do it if you gave the encouraging answer you usually responded with, so you shook your head. “No. Fortunately, or unfortunately, I know about 85% of the positions in this place, so if you bought us out, they’d just have me shut down the register and… put me on a forklift or something and that is not something I want to do in a dress and heels.”

“I feel like that’s somebody’s kink, somewhere. Not mine, that I know of. Can I get this watch?” He said it all very quickly and it took a minute for your brain to catch up and cause your cheeks to warm as you pulled out your case key and started to pull the watch out. You walked to the register and rang him up, marveling at the way he managed to get the e-payment from his smartwatch to work on a card reader that never took Samsung, Apple or Google Pay. “So, if Happy doesn’t like it, do I just bring it back to you, y/n?”

You kinda loved the sound of your name on his lips. “If your friend doesn’t like the $12,000 watch you tracked down specifically for him?” You laughed. “Yeah, you just bring it back to the jewelry counter. If you hold onto the receipt, it’ll make it easier on us to return it, but we can do a return without it.”

“Yeah, but are you gonna be here if I have to come back?”

You shook your head. “Unlikely. I’m usually not jewelry. Like I said, I know most of the jobs in this place, but I’m usually a floor associate.”

“Where on the floor?”

You set the gift bag with the watch down on the counter in front of him, smiling across the glass at him. “I’m usually either stocking or cashiering in our liquor store, Mr. Stark.”

“Oh, so you do know who I am.”

“I got your name off of your membership card. Should I know who you are?” you teased, smirking.

He chuckled. “So this place has a package store, huh?”

“Yep. Turn right at the exit. It’s right there.”

“Bet’cha don’t stock my scotch.”

“I won’t take that bet, ‘cause I’m certain we don’t.”

He smiled, picking up the bag. “Well, it was good talkin’ to ya, y/n. I’ll have to check out the liquor, just in case.”

“Okay. You have a good day, sir.”

The next time you saw him was a couple weeks later, when he came strutting into the liquor store like he owned the place, which it seemed like Tony Stark felt like he owned every room. “Hey, y/n! You really do work everywhere, don’t you?”

“I did say that I was usually in the liquor store, didn’t I?” you responded, with a smile, excited that he remembered you, remembered your name.

“Yes, you did. You have Blanton’s?” He pointed at the steel shelf with the 750ml bottles and strode over as a tall, broad-shouldered man walked in with a flatbed cart. “Nobody has Blanton’s. This is a $200 bottle of bourbon.”

“Oh, really?” You knew that. Of course you did. The first time it came in, it was gone in an hour because it was so cheap. “Well, I mean, not here, it’s not.”

“So, this is what we get for them not giving you commissions, huh? $68 Blanton’s.”

“Yes. That’s exactly how they get you $68 Blanton’s, by not paying a living wage or giving raises, commissions, or real benefits. Oh, god, you don’t know the Waltons, do you?” You grimaced.

“Nah. Not all billionaires know each other, you know.”

“How am I supposed to know that?” you responded, shrugging.

“Hap, you got the list?” The broad man held up a tablet as Tony picked up several bottles of the bourbon. “Go ahead and start loading it up.”

“There’s a list?” you asked, as he set the bottles on your counter and fiddled with the horse and jockey on the stopper. “Stocking up your wet bar or are you hosting an event?”

“Christmas party,” he answered.

“Oh, sounds… fun.”

“Liar. You’re a Grinch, aren’t ya?”

You pursed your lips. “Little bit, yeah. You wouldn’t know this, but Christmas sucks if you work… you know, a rea-… non-superhero job.”

“What, you don’t have family to be Christmas-y with?”

You shook your head. “Not in New York. Everybody’s back home in BFE.”

“Middle of nowhere, huh?”

“That is what BFE means. Management won’t approve time off in December so I can’t go home. Might be part of why I’m a Grinch, but it’s mostly, you know… working in retail.”

“So, you don’t have plans Christmas Eve?” Tony asked. You shook your head. He tapped the watch on his wrist. “Then, you’re coming to the party. FRIDAY, add Miss y/l/n to the guest list.”

Your eyebrows went up. “How do you know my last name?”

“You were such a help with Hap’s Christmas present and I felt bad you weren’t gonna get rewarded for it, so I wanted to send you a card, but I can just give you your card at the party.”

“You just assume I wanna go to your party?” you asked, as Happy walked up with a flatbed full of liquor.

“Of course you do. Just so that you could call home and tell them you got to go to a party at the Avengers Compound.”

“And if my family thinks the Avengers are a bunch of vigilantes who should be arrested for taking the law into their own hands?” You signed into your register and grabbed the scan gun.

“Even more reason to come to the Compound. Give those jerks in BumFuck Egypt something to gossip about.” You shook your head, chuckling as you started to ring up boxes and boxes of bottles of booze. “I’m serious. I want you there, y/n.”

“Yeah, I’m sure I’ll fit right in with all the superheroes and super-geniuses and supermodels that are gonna be at your party, Mr. Stark,” you said, sarcastically.

“Don’t fit in. Who wants to fit in?” He swiped his watch over the card reader to pay for the liquor and you set the receipt on the counter in front of him. He smiled as he picked it up. “Thursday. 6 o’clock. Women wear red. If you bring a date, he’s gotta wear green. Dress code.”

“Of course rich people’s parties have dress codes.”

“See you Christmas Eve.” He walked out before you had an opportunity to argue any more and you were faced with the question of going to the party or sitting in your pajamas having a Doctor Who marathon on Christmas Eve. But who could pass up the opportunity of free booze, free food, and the chance to tell everybody back home that you weren’t a complete failure at life.

Which is how you ended up in a slinky red dress on Christmas Eve. You took an Uber to the Compound. You knew you were going to be drinking and you didn’t even want to be tempted to try to drive home at any point in the night. You waited in line to get in, your stiletto boots already hurting your feet as you stood, wrapped in your thick coat. You were mildly surprised when they actually let you in at the door, almost not believing you were actually on the list until the doorman allowed you through.

You checked your coat and headed, immediately, for the closest wet bar. There weren’t as many people as you’d expected, but the people you could see? You recognized almost every single one of them. Models and actors and heiresses and scientists… and superheroes. It seemed so surreal that you could see Steve Rogers laughing fifty yards away, that the redhead dancing in the far corner was most definitely Natasha Romanoff, that you could see Clint Barton watching her from a perch on the back of the sofa closest.

You were on your second drink when Tony approached on your left side, the bartender immediately handing him a tumbler of whiskey without prompting. “Wow, y/n! You look good. I mean, I already knew you looked good out of the blue smock, but you went all out… with the makeup and the hair and what’s that perfume?”

“Something cheap. It smelled a bit like Eternity, half the price tag, so…” You shrugged. “You, of course, look amazing as always, Mr. Stark.”

“You’re off the clock and at my house. Call me ‘Tony’.”

You smiled, biting your lip slightly. “Okay, Tony.”

“So, you likin’ the party? Highlight of your life?”

You laughed. “Yeah! I mean… it’s a party… with a bunch of people I don’t know and have absolutely nothing in common with, but… sure.”

“Uh, yeah, you don’t need to have anything in common with these people. I only invited you for me, anyway.”

You blanched. “What?”

“Yeah, I was hoping you would show up alone and, hey, here you are.”

“Wait, are you hitting on me?”

“Since the moment I met you. They grow ‘em oblivious in BumFuck Egypt, huh?”

You scoffed, a bit overwhelmed. “Uh, I don’t know about, um, oblivious. I just… I mean… you’re Tony Stark. You’re Iron Man. I’m… Minimum Wage Barbie.”

“I’ve had plenty of Barbies. You’re better than Barbie.”

“How do you know?”

“I’m a good judge of character.” You raised your eyebrow. “Okay, I’m usually a good judge of character. Sometimes, I get blinded by people I have history with. I don’t have history with you, so I can be objective about the fact that you’re hot and smart.”

“What now?” Your eyebrows shot up. “How could you possibly know anything about my intelligence?”

Tony smirked. “You’re joking, right? You know who I am, don’t you? I got access to your high school transcripts and your SAT scores. You shoulda gone to college.”

“I didn’t have the money for college, Tony. I never have the money for anything.”

“Yeah, you need a better job. Speaking of, come with me. Let’s get your Thank You note.” You followed Tony as fast as you could on your stiletto boots with two drinks in your system, ending up in his office a good minute behind him. He was sitting at his desk, a cream-colored envelope of thick paper in his hand. “Here.”

You licked your lips and leaned against his desk as you slid your finger under the edge of the envelope. “What is this?”

“An appointment with my Head of Human Resources.”

“I- what? You wanna hire me?”

“Definitely. I’ve looked into your background, y/l/n, and you deserve better than what you’ve got now.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “I can’t accept this, Tony.”

“Why not?”

“Well…” You smiled and set the envelope on his desk. It might have been the alcohol, or it might have been the attention Tony Stark was paying you, but you suddenly felt very bold. “If I work for you, I can’t sleep with you.”

“Says who?” he responded, smiling. “If you promise not to sue me, we’ll be fine.”

And that’s how you ended up waking up alone in Tony’s King-sized bed. You knew that, once upon a time, this would’ve been the point where Pepper Potts would guide you out. You, instead, elected to guide yourself out. You dressed quickly, grabbing your boots from under the bed and pulling them on.

“Mr. Stark’s in the lab, Miss y/l/n. He requests yer presence before you leave the Compound. Do you need directions to the lab?” the accented A.I. FRIDAY asked.

“Oh. Uh. Yeah, I guess.” You followed FRIDAY’s directions to Tony’s lab and watched him through the glass for a few moments. He was tinkering with something, some component of one of the suits. You weren’t sure what it was and it didn’t really matter. What mattered was watching Tony Stark, the real Tony. Not Iron Man, or the false persona he put on to keep people from getting too close lest he be betrayed again. You were getting to see Tony as he was when he thought he was alone, and that Tony was sad. “Hi,” you greeted, finally entering the lab instead of just watching.

“Sleeping Beauty awakes.”

“You look like you’ve been up a while.”

“Yeah. I’ve trained myself to live on four hours of sleep. You look great, though. That dress looks even better the second day.”

“Thanks. I mean, I wasn’t exactly expecting to wear it Christmas morning, too, but-” You shrugged. “How are you, Mr. Stark? You looked, uh, off when I walked up.”

His perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised. “Off?”

You took a deep breath, unsure if you were welcome to share your insight. You barely knew the man. But… you were screaming his name six hours before. “You’re sad. You don’t show it, but you’ve got, like… a big brain full of facts and sadness.”

“Definitely got a big brain full of facts, but I don’t agree on the sadness. I’m me. What do I have to be sad about?”

“I could start listing things, but I feel like it’s not very nice to bring up someone’s regrets and fears.”

“Who cares about nice?”

“Generally, I do.” Tony smiled, softly, and set down what he was working on. “And I think you do, too, Mr. Stark.”

“That better be you preparing for calling me that at work, because I'm stealing you from the Waltons. I won't take ‘no’.”

You scoffed a little. “You really want me to work for you, Tony?”

“Yes. For me, with me, under me, whatever you want. Just… don't go back to your old job. They don't deserve you. I bet not a single one of them has ever even made you scream.” He put his hand on your shoulder, catching your eyes. “Tell me none of your bosses have made you scream.”

“In frustration, maybe, but not the way you did.”

“See? You deserve a boss that will tend to your needs while also attending his own. I am that boss.”

You sighed. “I'll sit down with your HOHR, but I'm sure they're gonna take one look at my CV and laugh.”

“Put me down as a reference and you'll get hired.”

“To do what, though? Tony, I have a high school diploma and no marketable skills.”

“You've got plenty of skill and if this were Nevada, they'd be completely marketable, but… we can give you an entry-level position as… my assistant.”

“Oh, really?” You smirked. “You want me to be your assistant? Isn’t FRIDAY your assistant?”

“I could never take the place of a flesh and blood assistant, Miss y/l/n. I think you’d make a lovely PA.”

“I thought Happy was your flesh and blood assistant.”

“Then you could be Happy’s assistant.” He ran his hands down your arms to take your hands in his. “Come work for me.”

“Can you promise I’m not gonna hate my job?”

“Nope! Happy’s gonna make the job tough. But I can promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

“How could I say ‘no’ to that?”

And that’s how you ended up in a new job, with a new relationship, for your new year.

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The Outside: Chapter 51

Series Ask Blog: @asktheoutside​ I’m probably going to change my update schedule to every other Sunday. Trying to get a chapter out every week is getting stressful and I don’t have time for anything but that and work anymore so it’s wearing me out. I’m sorry, guys. ^^”

Chapter 51: Place to Stay Chapter Warnings: Blood Mention, Swearing

Chapter under the cut

March 1, 2031, 12:04 PM Los Angeles, California

Mouth twisting as he dumped the contents of his wallet onto the desk in their hotel room, Anti could only shake his head. He barely had enough for another night, and he knew Jameson had even less to his name. They couldn’t go to Seán. He was already housing four Egos, and Anti didn’t even have Mark’s number, so that was out of the question. Who knew where the hell Schneep was now; it had been over three months since he’d gone missing, and there was no luck in even the tiniest of leads.

Chase? But Bing lived with him already.

Anti could only grumble under his breath. He did not want to live in an already-crowded duplex, even for a little while, with a goddamn android. They’d be at each others’ throats the whole damn time, and that was a given.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, then let his fingers drift down to the scar at his throat. It still didn’t feel right. It should have been weeping, sticky, staining his shirt so he had to have Wilford clean the blood. He pressed his fingers against the smooth, silvery skin that proved the wound once existed; once a grisly, ragged gash for so many years. The flesh sliced cleanly where the blade had been sharp, but becoming more torn whenever the chips marring his knife had caught skin and pulled more than cut.

He couldn’t feel his fingers against the scar. The nerves were too damaged, leaving it and the surrounding flesh numb.

What was the deal with the humans’ plane? While it had never hurt, he could still feel the area perfectly fine. Why now that it was “healed” was it numb? Sure, severe scarring worked like that for humans and other injuries for Figments, but the gash? It had been part of his design. Why would it go numb?

He pressed his fingers against the former wound, stifling a cough when he pushed too hard against his throat.

The bathroom door opened with a creak as the glitch counted his cash, free hand rubbing at his neck. He glanced up as Jameson cut toward the dresser. He had a pair of slacks on, but his chest was bare as he toweled his hair dry. Tiny scars with a few long ones scattered about marred Jameson’s chest and shoulders and arms, and Anti knew if he actually looked hard enough he’d find the matching ones around his lips from the magic accident that had cost him his tongue. The ones on his lips were hard to see anymore, but the glitch knew they were there.

The younger Septic’s pale eyes flicked up as he rummaged through a drawer for a shirt, a peppy grin falling over his face in a silent good morning to his companion.

That grin fell away when Anti didn’t offer a response.

“What’s the matter?” he asked. Anti only glanced at the slide briefly before turning back to the desk and grabbing his cash so he could stuff it back into his wallet.

“Gotta find somewhere to stay,” he grumbled. “Just about outta cash.” He slammed his wallet onto the desk with more force than necessary, earning a flinch from his companion as the slide fizzled out of existence from the startle.

“We’re not gettin’ jobs any time soon,” he continued, “so we’ve gotta fuckin’ rely on someone else to house us ‘til we do.”

Jameson pulled a button-up on after draping his towel over the dresser to air-dry. His speech-slide appeared again, only to go spinning off to the side as Anti swatted at it; green eyes following the blank slide. It disappeared as soon as it hit the nearest object—the bedside lamp—without disturbing the item itself.

“Just…” Anti shook his head and grumbled something to himself.

Chase was about the only viable option. And the glitch did not want to crash at the same place one of the androids lived.

“Your phone charged?” At the other’s sheepish expression, Anti rolled his eyes. “’Course not. Just—pack up your shit. I’ll try gettin’ a hold of Chase.”

Pocketing his wallet and grabbing for his cellphone, the older Septic searched through his contacts. He glared when the screen flickered, cursing when it got worse for a moment before he was able to reel his glitches in enough to actually use the device. If there was anything positive he could say about the androids, it was that they knew how to make a phone. Any other besides the one made specially for him, his glitches would have ended up completely frying it within a few months even if he was careful.

“Yo?” Anti rolled his eyes when Chase picked up on the second ring. His voice was a lot quieter than the glitch was expecting. “I’m kinda busy. You need somethin’?”

“The hell you busy with?”

“I’m, ah…at the DMV? ‘Bout to take a driving test. I shouldn’t even be on my phone right now, man.”

The glitch blinked at that. Even as they could hear vehicles roar past the hotel on the highway just beyond, Anti had forgotten how prominent they were for travel Outside. Back in the Figmental Plane, it was easy for an Ego to teleport themselves or, if they didn’t have the ability, it was so common it really wasn’t hard to find someone who could and was willing to put aside a few minutes to get you where you wanted to go.

“Okay, whatever. Just—” Pinching the bridge of his nose, Anti grumbled to himself. “We’re almost outta cash and need somewhere to stay for a while.”

“Why didn’t you call earlier? Dude, my god! Look—agh, your timing fuckin’ sucks right now. Just…” Anti could just imagine Chase smacking himself in the forehead, “there’s a diner uptown called Riley’s. It’s this old-west-style place. Super obvious. I’ll see if the Twins can meet you there. If they can’t, just wait for me to get done here and we can talk then.”

“Fine, fine.”

The line went dead when Chase hung up and Anti pocketed his phone. “Catch all that?” he asked as he turned to the dresser to see Jameson folding clothes and putting them in his backpack. The younger Septic offered a shrug. “…Just pack your shit.”

Jameson’s brows arched and head tilted just ever so slightly to the left. “I am doing so. You are the one standing there and watching~”

“Oh, shut up,” the glitch mumbled as he reached for the backpack held out to him.

He didn’t own as much as Jameson, but he still couldn’t get the pack to zip once he’d stuffed all his clothes into it. How Jameson’s still had spare room by the time the younger Septic had finished, Anti had no idea. Shouldering his bag with a huff, he waited for his companion to clamor back to the nightstand situated between the two beds so he could snatch the little Sam plush off of it. He adjusted his vest before clipping the plush to his belt loop, fingers petting through the soft material. Anti could have sworn a frown fell over his face for a moment, but then the youngest was perking back up and scurrying toward the door before the glitch could be sure.

A final sweep of the room to make sure they weren’t forgetting anything, and they left for the last time with Anti casting a lingering glare at the electric lock. The staff never had sent someone to fix it; they didn’t even need the key card to unlock it anymore. It simply wouldn’t lock. Piece of crap.

The glitch slapped both cards onto the counter, startling the woman behind it, and then the pair was gone with only a few quick words to explain that they were done with their room of three months.

Three months. Anti shook his head as he pulled out his phone for a GPS route to Riley’s.

Three months Schneep had been MIA.

Three months Anti and Jameson had been Outside.

Three months they had been pretending to be Andrew and James Jackson. It had been a surprise when Bing’s documentation for them said “James” rather than “Jameson.”

It was easy to forget how iconic a name Jameson Jackson was. Even to the fans who had moved on, it would return the memories. But the Egos saw it as a name. A name for a living, breathing person. Not a…character. Never just a character.

The glitch glanced down when his companion tugged as his elbow and pointed at a door just ahead of them, right near the end of their current block. Riley’s. How long had he zoned out?

When he pushed the door open, the pair was waved down by two other, identical, men. The Twins, he thought as he led Jameson to sit at the table. He hadn’t realized until then that he hadn’t seen the Twins in person since they’d come Outside; only on the news. They were both fucking beanpoles. Not as tall as Marvin, but definitely up there. With how clumsy they could get while running around, he had to wonder if they’d tripped over their damn spider legs yet.

“Why don’t you order something? We’ll pay,” one of them said. He was wearing a loose-fitting tee-shirt, and his hair was a mess. …Jimmy? Maybe? Anti had no clue how to tell them apart.

The other twin nodded. He was wearing a fitted, long-sleeved shirt. It was dark blue, and looking like something out of Marvin’s wardrobe back home, with his hair combed back neatly. Seriously, which one always had the disheveled hair? “Then we’ll get an Uber and head home. Bing’s got the kids at a museum today, so we’ll get you settled in a room or something.”

The glitch watched as Jameson flicked his wrist under the table, a small notepad appearing in it with a spark. Anti grimaced at how bright it was, but none of the other patrons seemed to notice. The youngest offered a sheepish look before standing.

“Want anything?” he signed clumsily. It took Anti a moment to actually figure out what it was he’d tried to say.

“Ah…sweet tea. That’ll be good.” He watched Jameson scurry off to the counter after taking a twenty from one of the Ipliers, notebook in hand so he could write the order rather than sign it. Turning back to the Twins with brows raised, Anti leaned back into his seat. “Ben know about this yet?”

The fact they exchanged a look with frowns pulling on their usually grinning faces said a lot. And Anti didn’t like what it said.

“Ah…no, he doesn’t,” Jim…Jimmy? answered, running a hand over his bare arm.

The other shrugged, the blue material of his shirt pulling taught across his chest as if it was almost too tight. “He’s…ah… Well, he’s probably not gonna take it well.”

If Anti could still growl, he would have. Instead it came out as more of an angry sigh deep in his throat. “Fuckin’ wonderful.”

[littlebabycrybtch]

ok ik bitches are still going to complain but i gotta rant to keep my shit together;;; ngl after being stuck co-raising two babies now i really feel genuinely Disgusted by unnecessary parent critique. like it actually makes me feel so viscerally upset and depressed when i remember nobody gets this or cares to and probably just wants to call out what im doing wrong, instead of lend me a hand to do it better. man im not treading lightly here the ‘no excuses’ mentality is literally Inhumane to parents and dehumanizes them as these superhumans, they arent, they are people trying to take care of themselves Plus One. there Are ‘excuses’ for not being perfect. just bc every child deserves perfect doesnt mean it can be given and that fucking SUCKS but that is one of the only times im comfortable saying; ‘thats just life’. you cant magically make life better for kids the way you think, you’re not a protector, you’re their Rock to teach them How to DEAL with what life brings, that means you’re allowed to struggle with it too. childcare is like this cosmic design to work you physically and mentally to the brink, fucking forget the normalization of how many people you think you’ve seen raise kids and done fine, it is harder than you can even fathom. they probably did not do fine behind closed doors. the parents with the best behaved and most obedient kids probably did harmful things to make them that way that will eventually come back to them, the parents with the happiest most well adjusted kids probably had the money to provide the extra care for that. there are ‘excuses’. idc if it fucking annoys you or w/e, i dont like being the bitch that says stuff nobody wants to hear, but you truly deeply cannot 100% understand unless you are raising kids, i dont say that to hurt your feewings or exclude you, i used to think that way, i say it bc when you see me passed out on the couch while my nephew gets into something dangerous, its because i got one hour of sleep that night while he kicked me in our bed for 4 hours. he cant help not knowing how that affects both of us, but i cant help being affected by it just cuz im supposed to be ~the big strong adult~, bc i am not a fucking xman. i CANT pretend it all away. while im sitting there napping im also waiting for my mental health meds to start working. im also dizzy from not eating. it sucks that he gets into shit sometimes. hes still gonna get into shit sometimes, and i can do my best, but if i sit here worrying that karens are gonna get pissed abt that and work myself even harder im gonna straight up explode. who does that help. who does me falling apart help. come babysit my kid for free if you wanna help me bitch!

parents are doing twice the work of a normal person while also teaching one of these people theyre caring for, how to BE a person. i used to be SO pro judging parents and im literally nauseated by the judgments now. “i cant believe this parent looked away and their kid got hurt, i cant beleive they just leave them there with a tablet or a snack or a toy while they nap, i cant believe they let them do that, i cant believe--” btich you literally have no idea how lucky you are that they are not both already dead. you are so lucky tehy are both alive and the parent isnt hospitalized for mental health or even physical exhaustion, or addicted to a stimulant (which includes caffeine), or using smth to relax like weed or alcohol (hello wine mom culture), or the kid isnt traumatized from watching their parent have repeatd breakdowns. that is literally better than most situations already. no matter how impossibly perfect the family could be in your mind, kids fuckin get hurt and they make mistakes and the PARENTS make mistakes bc theyre PEOPLE and yall this blows my mind that ppl dont realize this but,,,,, Little kids??? THEY DO NOT LISTEN TO THEIR PARENTS bc they essentially CANT..... for like YEARS there is a period they WILL NOT LISTEN TO YOU at ALL while they have the full autonomy and smarts and strength to cause horrible consequential problems, they are capable of learning how to circumnavigate your ‘babyproofing’ in new ways every single day, but they have ZEROOOOO MORALS OR CAUSE AND EFFECT SKILLS to understand RIGHT FROM WRONG, NO MATTER HOW OFTEN YOU TELL THEM!!!!! IT WONT CHANGE, ITS LITERALLY A PHYSICAL BRAIN THING THAT THEY CANT LEARN WHAT ‘NO’ MEANS FOR A WHILE YET!!! THIS CAN LAST FROM AGE 1 TO 4, SOMETIMES LONGER! THATS GENUINELY INSANITY INDUCING FOR THE ADULT WHOS KEEPING THEM IN LINE HUNDREDS OF TIMES A DAY, KNOWING ITS AMOUNTING TO ALMOST NOTHING UNTIL YEARS LATER!!!! IT DOESNT HELP WHEN PPL JUDGE YOU AND DONT BELEIVE YOU AND THINK YOU JUST ARENT ~TRYING HARD ENOUGH~! holy FUCK dude, idc if you wanna judge, im losing it bc i am being forced to keep my cool while a child whos pinching me and genuinely HURTING and BRUISING me laughs in my face bc he truly DOES NOT KNOW this, and there is NO WAY for me to convey it to make him stop at the moment!!!! thats maddening!!!

listen to me, neither of you dying or experiencing lasting damage is literally the goal every day, not just ‘raising them’, but that you both survive to the end of it. im appalled by how different the lifestyle is and the way ppl just... dont know that/REJECT that information so they get to judge. ofc tiny vulnerable innocent kids deserve the best, parents cannot always provide that if they want to Survive, bc they also deserve , basic understanding and humanity. you call out abuse all you want, theres a difference between the 'lesser of two evils’ choices, or even the genuinely Bad choices you can Accidentally make when at your wits end (which you should immediately correct anyways), and ever causing intentional physical or mental harm to the child, but the secodn yall start nitpicking or blatantly being ignorant to a struggle just so you get your blame validation in i literally cannot AFFORD to give you the time of day, im busy running on minutes of sleep, so if you think i have enough free time to entertain ur whining that my kids got a messy face and has been on his tablet in a highchair for an hour or w/e, idc, im using that time to shower for the first time in 2 weeks bc nobody else is gonna be there for me to let me do that shit :) so frankly put your money where your mouth is and help struggling parents whenever you can. i cant make shit better out of thin air.

“oh, but i dont have the money to help you.” YOU THINK IM AFFORDING CHILDCARE?? YOU CAN COME OVER AND HELP DIRECTLY WHILE I DO CHORES. “oh, but i dont wanna babysit for my friends, i dont like kids.” OH REALLY?????? OH YOU DONT LIKE KIDS??? BC THEYRE DIFFICULT MAYBE ??? SO MAYBE YOU SHOULDNT JUDGE WHEN ITS HARD THEN????? LIKE YOU RLY THINK JUST ‘LIKING THEM’ SUDDENLY MAKES IT EASY FOR ME?? YOU THINK ME FINDING MY NEPHEW CUTE AND LOVING HIM AND HIS LAUGHTER GIVES ME FUCKING SUPERMAN POWERS TO DEAL WITH THIS???????? “but You chose to have kids” rt in my case i literally didnt and would be homeless if not offering to help care for them but HEY COOL CONCEPT PRO CHOICE KINDA FUCKIN INCLUDES WHEN PEOPLE ‘CHOOSE’ TO HAVE KIDS EVEN WHEN THEY STRUGGLE AFTER, TOO LATE TO FUCKIN COMPLAIN NOW, JUST HELP A BITCH OUT. LIke... bro BRO b R O im losing it stop giving parents the inspiration porn treatment while disrespecting the actual struggles they go thru any time the child actually suffers bc they are unable to shield them from their struggle. can i be real, life literally will not go without struggle. you cannot raise them to have a life better than what the world is, you can do your best but you really cant MAKE it fair. once again this is not a ‘raise the perfect child’ contest you are just . trying to raise them at all. its messy. every single day you will have successes and failures, and you’ll be running on empty, and you’ll be doing that just to make it through to do it again tomorrow, while it slowly (AGONIZINGLY SLOWLY) gets easier each day. im tired of pretending lmao i dont wanna hear you bitches judge parents anymore, i dont wanna hear the stupid ass ‘im allowed to’ shit anymore dude!!!!! for gods sake i can agree with you when some shits just plain wrong but ill never apologize for standing up for myself or other struggling parents even if it makes you uncomfy, i can care about Both the child and the parent at the same time, ig i wont ask you why you seemingly cant. 😶 ESPECIALLY when things like classism and ableism tie in so often with these situations. not to mention racism like im white but hoooo if i hear one more story about a black parents ‘negligence’ in efforts of just trying to help their family, like leaving their kids somewhere during a job interview or w/e, vs the white parents that LET THEIR 10 YR OLDS WANDER AROUND MALLS BY THEMSELVES... im gonna scream. im gonna fuckin scream. its so unfair. fuck off, stop the spiteful ignorance, change this shitty hateful culture.

tldr; you Can care about kids while respecting parents, even when they arent perfect. you can advocate for children while also advocating for parents, and in fact, you should fucking try.

[shaddy-bee]

I KNOW ITS BEEN LIKE 300 YEARS BUT-

5 things you’ll find in my bag

Right now theres uhh Notebooks, both school and 1 art. Drink mix ins, with such great flavors as sour apple jolly rancher and crush pineapple (tm) Two packs of cards, one of which steam punk themed and the other your regular ol bicycle. A calculator. Its a shitty old one but its for tests, i have google and shit for anything i need myself.

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom

A roommate. Idk if he is gay or what but he isnt straight, name’s will. Chill dude. Sleepin rn, what a fella MY SICK ASS COMPUTER IM MISSING OUT ON BECAUSE MY ROOMMATE IS ASLEEP AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I WANNA PLAY ROCKET LEAGUE WITHOUT LAGGING TO HELL also programming my mods. Need to upload that shit. Shit what number we on, 3? Okay cool. A bed. Wow really a bed in your bedrooM? yeah its pretty fuckin spectacular i know. I dont have posters n shit so like i gotta be creative you feel. A microfridge. Now i know what youre thinking, “ah a small fridge whats the big deal?” but no you dont understand, its a microwave fucking bolted onto the top of a fridge. They gave zero fucks attaching these two together and apparently the name is the same way, WHY NOT A FRIDGEWAVE EVEN LIKE MICROFRIDGE JUST SOUNDS LIKE A SMALL FRI- Last but not least, im tempted to just say my wallet here tbh, cuz its old but like, youd EXPECT that now would you? Something boring and mundane for me to fill out the word count with making everything super exciting so nah man, fuck it. Theres air in my bedroom. Fight me.

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in my life

Make a videogame. Like okay, a lot of stuff on this list is jokes and stuff, and I know im going into too much detail and my followers will probably murder me in cold blood for this shit, but im serious about this one like - i have some ideas, but i never have the motivation alone to like work whole-heartedly and finish one but like, at some point in the future id love to sit down and just go at it and make a game. Doesnt matter if its popular or big or small just i wanna make something that i love ya feel? I wanna like, go to newark, delaware. I know, its delaware and all, no one lives there, but ive met a bunch of cool people there and i was promised a donut run sometime, so lookin forward to that. Yknow that post awhile back that was like “i dont wanna be rich and like buy shit, i just wanna have enough money to throw at kickstarters whenever i want without having to strain on my food and rent costs” thats me. 100% Like i wanna have just enough money to be able to donate to cool people and watch them do cool shit - it wont always work out but thats fine, I just love shit. I wanna be able to donate like the high prize and fly out to meet these game studios for coffee and shit and just talk with em and see their passion and ideas. I love it. Im not actually really sure besides those. Like idk. I think itd be cool to enter a game tournament with my brother and win, but i doubt thatll happen and its not super like on my desires just itd be cool cuz we named ourselves Sora and Shiro after NGNL and to see that like, have us win would be great. Yeah. Ill make my fifth to think of a fifth one.

5 things on my to do list

FLOPPY DICKS i mean disks. Floppy disks. I do binding of isaac ab+ modding shit, and im currently working (its mostly done for what i want it to do) which adds a new consumable called floppy disks, effects are based on viruses, bugs, and just computer based shit. Like BSOD for instance, which makes the screen literately bluescreen. Or atleast look like it. Cant wait to watch people play with it. I gotta work on the programming class project too but honestly i dont waannnaaa. Like its cool as shit. Recreate a card game using c++ code. But man, i just love Apocrypha and Floppies so much more. Eat today???? Please. Dining hall opens in 3 hours. Its goddamn 4 am. I want my food. Dunno if ill get it - if ill stay awake till then. But i want it. Probably draw some stuff? Like i posted one drawing already (check it out if u wanna ;) kay?) but like theres wacom tablets here i can just kinda use whenever???? its great. I love being able to just draw stuff on em. Even if i suck at drawing, even if it took 10 hours to make the one i posted here, still love. Probably play more rocket league. Sleep first, soon as i get that food im CRASHIN BOI IM OUTTIE HA but uhh, rocket league has a halloween thing rn and i like playing it. Was playing earlier today and i matchd with a dude in 2v2 that had the same car, skin, AND colors set up as mine. Totaly random. We kicked some major ass together. I kept thinking of the same hat comic the entire time. (also my card was superior because it had furry ears on it ;))

5 things that make me happy

Getting an idea for a thing and working at said thing until like boom it went from this abstract idea to now it has a physical form and it works! And its fun and its great and i can share it with other people and they can have fun too!!!! that feeling is wonderful.  Obviously friends man. Just doing shit with people can be so great sometimes - like not all the time sure but like man. Its nice to talk to people and share experiences and just smile and tell bad jokes and have them groan but like it anyway like thats the shit. Going out at 2 am and walking to a nearby run down schoolyard and swinging on the swingsets and watching shooting stars burn up. Thats the good shit. Getting tents and setting em up in your friends back yard when your friend from far away comes up for a few days, and playing ridiculous games in a group like kick the can or fuckin zombie screaming your lungs out in the dark to freak em out, or just talkin around a fire about fuckin life man. The people make life great. Shits worth living for. I realize that last answer covered a LOT of shit but like, im just gonna add here videogames. Would be amiss if i didnt mention that, considering the rocket league rant above lmao. Yeah i better not make this category any longer.

5 things I’m (currently) into

Isaac modding, probably will be for awhile. Its good shit. As a suggestion from one of the people I work with (we also fuck around its a good time) i have started watching space dandy. Its a slow progress through lol like an episode or two a day but god man like its pretty ridiculous and the main character is pretty much everything i was expecting from seeing him everywhere. Rocket league again. It comes and goes with various different games to tide me over, give me a break from working. Bout 2 months ago or so said relaxing time was dominated by anime - i suddenly went on like a massive streak of watching shit. By that i mean, i watched all of hunter x hunter in like 2 weeks, among other shows prior to it. But yeah. Fuck man HXH I LOVED THE KING WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. I have too many emotions about that. I wrote a rant to the Groupchat (tm) about the fucking battle and how everything is in slow motion but it fucking like makes it like foreshadowed and have so much of an impact and still so much fucking happens even while everything runs at super slow mo just GOD KLASFJBHUGHASFIUHIPJASK anyway. Yeah. Music, as always im listening to like constantly. Wireless headphones are a wonder for this, but uhh....i cant say im especially into any specific thing rn right? Like a bit ago i was super into joywave and then that faded out and now im just listening to whatever random shit, yknow? But I am into music in general. Its good. Art! A lot of times i dont do shit like for drawing right, like especially not in like pencil in notebooks but like, i sorta started doing a lot more art stuff? Like i had a period awhile back last year where i stopped using pencils and used only pens and i just loved the aesthetic of the ink like how it looked (funny how im doing the opposite of the fucking inktober though, huh?) but yeah im back into using pencils to draw shit occasionally. Im still terrible at drawing people (which is what i see mostly everyone drawing on tumblr lmao RIP) but its fun to sketch stuff out and just let my thoughts run and bounce to some music and shit right? Also the tablets. Especially with the tablets.

5 things people may not know about me (at least on tumblr)

I basically constantly wear sweatshirts, and they all have like earbuds where the strings go. All the earbud shits are broken pretty much, like occasionally they work (the one i have rn does) but like, i dont ever really use them? i have wireless headphones for my phone and a headset (because i need the mic for my computer) for said computer so like, idk. But yeah. I rarely take em off when im not home, and sometimes even when i am i just kinda keep em anyway? (also just now i realized i talked in the section for room shit about all the stuff in my current dorm, my room at home has all KINDS of wierd fucking shit in it. Really missed an opportunity there.) Like many people i like to stay hydrated and shit, but drinking water all the time seemed like a chore more than anything so i got like drink mix ins and shit, mio’s or whatever offbrand version you can find at your local SUPERSTORE CONGLOMERATE. I drink em like all the time pretty much so atleast im health in one way :P. Also gummy vitamins. I dont excercise but you can only ask for so much. Idk, its hard to think of things for this section because tumblr knows so little about me yknow? Like i never make my own posts or shit like its SUPER rare so im pretty much just tryna find random facts but that might not be interesting? Like i have a bad habbit of like talking way too loud when im excited about something right? Not quite yelling but like getting there and like idk. See? Thats not super interesting but it is something no one online would be able to really know ya feel? Idk. I mean physically im kinda fat as you do, but im also like wierdly strong? Like for someone who never works out i sure do have arm strength if nothing else lmao. My endurance is shit tho. Honestly? I can only blame it on osu and groceries. Osu is just a game i like where you mash buttons to the beat of weaboo shit tier music. The groceries is just because like, well, my policy is Least Trips Possible which means carrying in 13 bags at a time if need be it, fuck it milk too? And a watermellon? Bring it. 

Who am I tagging? Idk man. Just for shits and stuff tho i do wanna tag @theoriginalyami just to see what all’s changed in teh long time since i actually went to fill it out :P Dont feel like you have to add as much as me tho omg @milkchocolateowl because honestly? love you. Think about you a lot, just like glad im mutuals with that ray of sunshine. Good. @fantaledfish <3 (this is the friend i mentioned earlier, runs a QUALITY blog i guarantee it, better than mine for sure) @dragonfucker-supreme always top in my notes, a silent bond, like two guards assigned to watch back to back in the early dawn. Birds gather round. I can only tag so many people (i set myself a limit of 5 because...idk why i just mentally it felt right) so for my last trick gotta go with @ask-oncies-jizz like cmon man name changes for the win, also has quality icons and quality shitposts tbh, supreme top meme. Have fun yall.