#like after that i would not put it past this bitch to try and steal

[twistedappletree]

AINT NO FUCKING WAY

[megalony]

Birthday Wishes

I've been on a roll with writing recently and have quite a lot of fics done so I thought I would post a new, fluffy Evan Buckley one today.

I hope you will all like it.

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

It's Bubba

Summary: Evan's birthday is drawing nearer, and so is (Y/n)'s due date. And as luck would have it, the two combine.

(Prequel to It's Bubba, but can be read alone)

Enjoy

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Twisting to the right, (Y/n) leaned down to take one of the many boxes piled up just in front of the lift. She hoped no one would want to use the lift within the next hour, it would be easier for them to use the stairs at this point.

They had taken up most of the corridor with boxes, bags, two suitcases and a few little cabinets and tables.

(Y/n) turned on her heels and backtracked down the corridor towards Chimney's apartment. Maddie had taken a big step by agreeing to move in with Chimney and just like last year when (Y/n) and Evan helped her move into her own place- after two months of living with them. Now, they were helping her move again.

The couple didn't mind, they were happy Maddie was settled and that she trusted Chimney enough to move in with him after all she had been through with Doug.

She barely reached the apartment door before a pair of hands were suddenly stealing the box from her arms.

"Thank you."

A frown etched onto her face and she moved her empty hands down to plant on her hips. Her brows rose and she tilted her head to the side when she looked across at Maddie who spun round to take the box inside and find somewhere to put it.

(Y/n) huffed as she watched her sister in law walk inside. She could carry a box. She may be eight months pregnant, but (Y/n) was more than capable of carting the smaller boxes from the lift all the way here to the apartment. She had helped load up the lift downstairs with Maddie while Evan did the heavy lifting, bringing everything from the van inside the building.

With pursed lips, she spun on her heels and trudged back towards the lift. She scrutinised the boxes and went with one full of nicnacs and letters and certificates. Easy things. Light things that wouldn't be classed as 'too heavy'.

She passed Chimney in the corridor as he went out for the some of the last few boxes to bring in. A smile flitted across her lips when she walked inside and she could hear the music blaring out from the tv. (Y/n) had a feeling Evan was the one in control of the tv remote this afternoon.

Her eyes glanced around the apartment once she was inside, trying to see where was the best place to start stacking the last of Maddie's things when there already seemed to be very little space left in the apartment.

But just as (Y/n) walked over towards the living room, a gasp tumbled past her lips when the box was taken from her hands much the same as the last one had been.

"Give that to me."

She tilted her head back, staring up at her husband as he walked past her and set the box down on the sofa along with the large bag of books he had hooked on his elbow as if it weighed nothing.

"Why am I here if you won't let me carry anything?" (Y/n) tapped her foot against the floor while her arms folded over her chest.

She may as well have stayed at home if everyone was going to dictate what she could and couldn't carry. Evan barely let her get anything out the van downstairs and she had scarcely been allowed to get in the lift with everything and bring it up to this floor. (Y/n) was here to help, she didn't want to feel useless or like she couldn't do anything.

Her eyes followed Evan as he walked towards her with a smirk dancing across his lips and his hands reaching out for her. He held her hips and tugged her closer until her bump was pressing into his abdomen.

"You're already carrying precious cargo." He glided his thumb up and down the side of her stomach.

She had been having back ache for the last week or so, Evan didn't want her carrying anything too heavy and making herself feel any worse.

"You can always organise while we unpack everything." Maddie gave (Y/n)'s shoulder a squeeze as she walked past them both and placed a bag down on the sofa. Thank God everything was almost moved into the apartment now, or else they would run out of room.

With a huff and a smile she tried to hide, (Y/n) wormed around Evan and slowly sat down on the sofa in the small gap between the arm rest and the boxes piled onto it. If they were going to try and make her 'take it easy' then she may as well sit down for a while.

She smiled when Evan perched on the arm rest beside her and she cuddled up into his side and perched her chin on his thigh. It was soothing to feel his hand running up and down her back and she could feel his leg jittering every so lightly as he tapped his heel against the floor in a rhythmic pattern.

They both watched Maddie as she looked around the living room, both pleased that practically everything was finally here. But also overwhelmed at the effort it was going to take to unpack everything. She decided to perch down on the coffee table to face her family, they may as well all take a little break before busying themselves tidying this stuff up.

"So what are we doing for your birthday?" Maddie ran her hands up and down her thighs while she grinned knowingly at her little brother.

He was turning twenty-six next week and he had yet to say what he wanted to do and what their plans were. At least Maddie already had his present sorted. She had conferred with (Y/n) over a month ago so they both got some personalised gifts sorted for him.

"Eddie's organised to go to a few bars the day after my birthday, so that'll be fun."

Eddie already knew that Evan would want to be with (Y/n) on his actual birthday and when he asked (Y/n) if she would mind him stealing her husband the next day, she happily agreed. So Evan was going to be trolled around all the bars in town with the team.

"Can we do a party?"

"No." Evan's reply was instant and the way he rose a brow caused Maddie to frown deeply at him.

He didn't want a party. Evan couldn't remember the last time he had a good birthday party- well, he could, but that was because it had been the only proper party he had. When he was twenty one he had a party organised by his friends from college, it had been the first time in his life where his birthday was properly celebrated.

And not just with a loving present and a cake from Maddie because their parents were always too plagued by memories to celebrate Evan's birthday. He got used to not celebrating his birthday and just relishing in Maddie celebrating his day with him. It wasn't until he got together with (Y/n) that he really began going out for a meal or drinks and he felt happier celebrating the event that had never been special in his household growing up.

But he was going to make sure that things were different for his baby. Evan wasn't going to make his kids feel like they weren't loved or special or cherished on any day of their lives. And their birthdays were always going to be celebrated and made into a loving event. Evan wanted his kids to have a happy childhood, the opposite of what he had growing up.

"Why not?"

Evan glanced his eyes between his sister who looked genuinely dismayed, and his wife who looked like she was on the verge of falling asleep.

"Because twenty-six isn't a special number, Mads. Besides, I don't want one." Parties were all well and good if they were celebrating someone else, but Evan never knew what to do if he was in the spotlight.

"Well every birthday party after this year will have to be child friendly." (Y/n) muttered softly into his leg.

She had been very happy Eddie suggested taking Evan out the day after his birthday to go round all the bars. Because after this year, all their birthdays would be spent with their baby. So parties after this year would need to be refined and controlled because their baby would be with them.

"Just the way I want it." Leaning down, Evan pressed his lips to the top of (Y/n)'s head and weaved his arm around her waist so he was moulded around her.

"Okay, so if we're not doing a party, can we at least go out for a meal? Maybe just the four of us." Maddie still wanted to do something to celebrate Evan's birthday, they always did something. Whether it was going bowling, going out for drinks or a meal or just watching a movie together, they had to celebrate somehow.

"Five of us." Evan muttered quietly whilst moving his hand round to cradle (Y/n)'s stomach. But when Maddie rolled her eyes and nodded, he grinned. "Sure, that sounds good."

***

"Baby…" Evan's tone, although sugary sweet and melodic, was laced with sleep and had a gritty edge that gave away he had been soundly sleeping just a few minutes ago.

(Y/n) hummed, unsure who he was talking to considering he had his face meshed up into her side with one arm slung around her waist, cradling her bump. She often thought Evan was talking to her, only to find out he was having a different, endearing conversation with their baby.

He nudged his head back on the pillow and cracked an eye open to look up at (Y/n), considering he was laid down and she was sitting up. Propped up by a mountain of pillows in a vain attempt to make herself comfy.

"What're you eating?" Evan tried his best to open his eyes properly and look up at his wife.

He wasn't sure what time it was, but he judged from the dreary look in (Y/n)'s eyes and the tiredness written across her face that it was late. He had been at work today and he hadn't gotten a single chance to sit down, so the moment he climbed into bed, Evan had gone out like a light. He didn't know how long he had slept for, but he could just feel that it was late.

He didn't know what woke him or how long he had been dozing in and out of sleep, but he could suddenly hear (Y/n) eating something. It didn't bother him, once Evan was asleep he could sleep through a tornado. But he was curious to know what exactly she was munching away on that sounded so crunchy. To Evan, it sounded like she was crunching on broken glass.

(Y/n) paused, sucking her lower lip between her teeth as she glanced down to her right where Evan was looking up at her through tired, squinted eyes.

She could feel an apologetic smile pulling on her lips as she tilted the plastic bowl down so Evan could see what she had gotten as a snack. But when he couldn't seem to figure out what it was, (Y/n) popped one into her mouth and leaned down to kiss his temple.

She felt the way Evan sucked in a sharp breath and jerked against her when her cold lips touched his forehead and she pressed the cube of ice against his temple as if she wanted to give him brain freeze.

"Ice?" He murmured into her chest, confusion laced in his tone while he twisted to push himself up on his left elbow so he could be level with her.

"Want some?" She was only joking, she knew for a fact Evan wasn't going to dive into the bowl of crushed ice she had been eating for a while now. But (Y/n) loved the dazed look on his face and the quirky smile that pulled at his lips.

"Why are you crunching on ice, baby? There's ice cream in the freezer, and I'm pretty sure there's doritos in the cupboard." Evan took another glance in the bowl she had resting comfortably on top of her bump before he leaned up and captured her lips in a kiss.

Out of all the things she could eat, Evan found it bizarre to find her eating ice. It didn't exactly have any flavour like an ice pop, and Evan had gone to the shops yesterday for a few bits. He specifically remembered picking up ice cream, and he knew (Y/n) had been fixated on doritos for the last week or two so he stocked up on those too. There were much better things to be eating in the house than just plain ice.

"Ask your child. They are craving ice cubes, not ice cream." (Y/n) popped another cube into her mouth while she dropped her head back into the mountain of pillows.

She had seen the ice cream in the freezer, but it didn't take her fancy. For some unknown reason, she was craving ice. The sensation made her ears pop with every crunch and her mouth had gone numb from the temperature, but she was fixated and just kept crunching away on the cubes.

At least it kept her hydrated.

"My baby's crazy." Evan mumbled with a cheeky grin and he leaned over to press a kiss to (Y/n)'s stomach before he hooked his arm back over her waist. But just as he went to lay down, his eyes caught sight of the clock on the side table. "It's late, baby, aren't you tired?"

He didn't want to say she looked tired, he dared not say that, it wouldn't be the kindest thing to say to his pregnant wife. But she did look exhausted and it was past midnight.

"My back kills, and the baby won't settle so I can't sleep."

She wanted to. (Y/n) was desperate to lie down and go to sleep, but her back was twinging every few seconds and it didn't get any better when she tried to lie down. Then when she had laid down earlier, the baby kicked up a storm and started wriggling around, making it impossible for (Y/n) to manage any sleep. She thought she may as well stay up and try to watch a tv show if the baby was going to insist on keeping her up.

"Lie down sweetheart, I'll tell them to sleep." Evan waited for (Y/n) to turn the tv off and try to shuffle around to get comfy before he dared to close his eyes. He let her wriggle back into him and he draped his arm back around her waist, tucking his face into the crook of her neck.

He could feel her knees pulling up against her bump and she shimmied around a few times, clearly trying to lay in a position that didn't make her back twinge or disturb the baby. He attached his lips to her neck while his hand slipped beneath her top and his fingers danced across her lower abdomen, drawing aimless patterns and nonsense words to try and calm both her and the baby.

(Y/n) was sure she felt Evan whisper "It's time for bed," while his hand roamed her bump and she shuffled back into him. Snuggling into his chest that was like a radiator giving off waves of heat.

Hopefully the baby would listen to him.

"Hey baby, Mads wants to know where we wanna go for dinner, what'd you think?" Evan ran the towel over the back of his head to dry off his hair which was already turning crimped, he could feel it.

His bare feet thumped against the stairs with enough force to make echoes vibrate around the house. If he were feeling more alive and awake he would have walked with a bit more spring in his step and less sluggish movements, but he was tired. He shouldn't have picked up the extra shifts this week, but whenever Bobby asked him, Evan didn't have the heart to say no.

That shift yesterday had drained all his energy, and when (Y/n) couldn't sleep, Evan tried to stay awake with her. He didn't like the thought of going to sleep and leaving her awake in discomfort on her own.

Once he was downstairs, Evan headed into the living room and made a beeline for the sofa where he could see (Y/n).

"Where do you fancy going?" He tossed his phone onto the coffee table and moved to plonk down next to her.

His birthday was three days away, but Maddie wanted to get a table booked in advance for wherever Evan and (Y/n) decided they wanted to go for dinner. They had said that Evan and (Y/n) would go and do something together in the morning, and then all of them would eat together late on in the afternoon. And then Evan would be roaming round the bars with Eddie and the rest of the team the next day.

Evan was glad Bobby had given him five days off in a row to have his birthday with (Y/n) and then some time to recover the drinking escapade they would be going on.

When Evan leaned his head back on the sofa and looked to his right, he felt a wave of dread washing over him.

(Y/n) had one of the cushions pinned into her chest with one arm strapped over it like a barrier while her other hand was pressed against her mouth so she could bite down on her nails. But it was the tears beginning to trace down her cheeks which made Evan's heart sky rocket in his chest.

He sat up straight and leaned over towards her, moving his hand to gently rest on her thigh while his other hand moved towards her face. He carefully swiped his thumb over her cheek to dry away the tears and he turned her head so she was looking at him.

"Hey, hey what's the matter sweetheart?" He continued to trace his thumb over her cheek while he gauged her face to try and see what was wrong. "Did we run out of ice?" He tried to joke when (Y/n) didn't answer, but she wasn't in floods of tears which made him think that this wasn't a horrible or dire situation, thank God.

(Y/n) sniffed, trying her best to stop the tears but she couldn't seem to help it and more trickled down her face like a leaky tap.

She pinned the cushion tighter to her chest while she inched to the left and leaned over until she could pull out of Evan's grasp and lean her head on his shoulder instead. She nuzzled her nose into his neck while she felt his arm weave around the back of her shoulders to keep her tucked safely into his side.

"What's up?" He murmured softly into her hair while he glided his hand up and down her arm.

He waited patiently, but his brows lifted in surprise when (Y/n) let go of the cushion and instead grabbed his free hand that was still curled around her thigh. She pulled on his hand until she could press his palm rather forcefully into the underside of her abdomen. He could feel the way she was twitching and shifting in her seat every few seconds, but he couldn't exactly feel the baby kicking.

"Evan, it- oow, it hurts." (Y/n) felt the way he tensed up when her words registered in his ears. "I think it might be contractions."

She wasn't sure, but (Y/n) was rather positive that this was the beginning of labour. Heck, last night's discomfort and unease might have been the actual start, and now the odd pains she was getting every now and then could possibly be contractions happening.

She was almost thirty-eight weeks along, so labour was possible at any time now, but this was so close to Evan's birthday. His birthday was in three days time, and now (Y/n) had gone and ruined all the plans they had made.

"I- I'm sorry," (Y/n) closed her eyes and burrowed her face more into his neck until she felt him leaning back to try and look down at her.

"Sweetheart, what are you sorry for?" The lighthearted tone in Evan's voice took (Y/n) by surprise and when she gingerly lifted her head from his shoulder to look at him, she found a bewildered smile playing on his lips.

"You- your birthday, we had plans. I've spoiled them all."

When her lower lip started to wobble, a quiet sound passed Evan's lips and he leaned down to give her a soft kiss. He traced his thumb along her jawline while his other hand stayed lovingly on her stomach. The panic in her voice made his heart break, but the nervousness surrounding her made Evan fall in love with her all over again.

"Oh baby," He murmured quietly as he grinned against her mouth and kissed her again. "You really think I'd be unhappy about this? I'll get to spend my birthday with my baby, this is great."

The excitement in Evan's voice made (Y/n)'s heart skip a beat and she found herself smiling through her tears.

She thought this would be a bad thing. They had plans, they were supposed to be going out for a family meal together with Maddie and Chimney. They had planned to go out and spend the morning together. Evan was meant to be going out for drinks with the team and having a break and some fun away from work and stress.

Having their baby now wasn't something (Y/n) had planned for and she didn't want to have them yet. She wanted to spend Evan's birthday and the days leading up to it trying to spoil him and show him how loved he was. She didn't want to take the attention away from his birthday by going into labour now.

His parents had taken the attention off of him all of his life, (Y/n) didn't want to do it to him now.

"If my birthday is me sitting in a hospital chair next to you, cradling our baby, then that's the best birthday I'll of ever had."

Evan would happily ring Maddie and explain that they might have to postpone their dinner to next week. He would gladly ring Eddie and say that a night out would have to wait a month or two and he would call Bobby and say he needed to have his three weeks off now for being home with his new baby.

If Evan ended up on his birthday, sat in a hospital room with his family, cradling the most precious life in his arms, then he would be the happiest person in the world. He couldn't think of a better way to spend his birthday than being with (Y/n) and their baby and showing off that he was now a dad.

"Really?" Her voice wavered but her smile looked radiant to Evan and he leaned his chest down into hers to steal a deeper kiss.

"Really. Now let me go find the hospital bag and ring Maddie to tell her the good news."

***

*Any news yet?? xx *Not yet, shouldn't be too much longer. xx

Evan slid his phone back onto the little table beside the bed before he shuffled closer on the edge of the chair so he could reach over for (Y/n)'s hand. He tangled their fingers together while his free hand slowly began to card through (Y/n)'s hair. He brushed her hair away from her face and ran his fingers through the back of her hair in rhythmic strokes.

The only person who knew (Y/n) was in labour was Maddie. Evan had rang her to let her know that (Y/n) had gone into labour and they would have to cancel his birthday dinner. But he thought it better to wait until after the birth to tell the team. He couldn't wait to ring and announce that his baby had finally arrived, the suspense and shock would make it better.

Maddie was a little eager to know whether she had a niece or nephew and had been texting every now and then to see how things were going.

Evan felt bad. (Y/n) had been in labour for two days but it felt like two weeks had passed. This last hour had finally given them some hope because the contractions were almost constant, giving them a bit of hope that they might finally have their baby now.

He brought (Y/n)'s hand up to his lips so he could kiss the back of her hand. His eyes raked up and down her frame, watching the way she winced and coiled her knees up tighter to her stomach. She was laid on her side with her right arm tucked beneath the pillow and her other, trembling hand in Evan's grip.

"Alright you two, shall we take another look?" Their midwife, Moira, peeked her head around the door and wore a tender smile.

She had been feeling very sympathetic for them both when, every time she came to check on them and see how dilated (Y/n) was, she had to tell them they weren't ready yet. At one point, (Y/n) had started crying.

(Y/n) croaked out a quiet "Oh God," when another contraction splintered through her muscles.

She gave a weak tug on Evan's hand and she tried in vain to smile when he helped her carefully twist onto her back rather than her side. She lifted her arm from beneath the pillow and slumped it over her eyes to block out the light while her other hand pulled Evan's hand to rest his arm across her chest.

"Okay, I think your wait is finally over. Let's have this baby."

Evan kissed the back of (Y/n)'s hand when a smile lit up her face and he could almost feel the relief radiating off of her in waves.

It felt strange to have a monitor on her stomach, but (Y/n) rather liked the soft sound of the baby's heartbeat lulling in the background. She could hear Moira milling about the room, presumably getting everything set up and ready while they waited for another contraction so they could begin the last part of the process.

"Can I stay lying down?" (Y/n)'s voice was quiet and Evan could feel his heart igniting at the tender look on her face as if she thought the midwife might conduct her to move and become uncomfortable.

"You lay however you like, whatever works for you."

When she tugged on Evan's hand, he took the hint and stood up so he could move to sit on the edge of the bed. He rested their entwined hands on his thigh while his other hand roamed along the side of her stomach and moved about like he had too much nervous energy.

Neither of them had gotten much sleep over the last few days, but they weren't tired. Evan had panicked about an hour ago when (Y/n) got a sudden burst of adrenaline that had her trembling like she was being shocked. But he calmed down a little when the nurses assured him it was normal.

Evan turned his head back to look at the midwife when (Y/n)’s hand tightened around his own signalling she was having another contraction. He cringed when (Y/n) started pushing and her groan rebounded through his ears and made a shiver run down his spine. And he could feel her shaking and trembling which rocked into him and had shivers coursing through his blood.

"Here we go," He murmured quietly, going back to carding his fingers through her hair because he could see the motion seemed to calm her down quite a lot. And he watched as she dropped her arm from over her eyes to scrunch around the bed sheet, giving herself something to cling to and ground herself with.

"Okay, head's born now, well done."

Something akin to a smile fluttered on (Y/n)'s lips when she felt Evan move as soon as the midwife spoke. He kept hold of her hand and his other hand moved to her shoulder but he leaned down to look at their baby.

Evan had delivered a few babies over the years of being a fireman and nothing really shocked him anymore. But this was different. That was his own little baby that was coming into the world and there wasn't a sight that would ever match that. Seeing any other woman give birth was never going to make Evan's heart clench or send his stomach rocketing like this.

His baby.

"That's it, push again (Y/n),"

"Almost there, sweetheart." Evan leaned over her to press his lips against her temple that was burning up as if he were trying to kiss flames.

Tears tracked down (Y/n)'s face and she felt like she was on fire when she heard the midwife say that the shoulders were born. Then the arms. Finally, it would be over soon. Their baby would be in their arms in no time. All the waiting and the hours of agony with no end in sight were behind them now.

(Y/n) felt like she was being electrocuted and as if her legs had been burned off at the thighs when she heard a sudden cry. Her body started to shake and she couldn't hear whatever Evan said even though she could feel his lips moving against her temple and his voice vibrated against her skin.

The feeling of Evan's fingers raking through her hair seemed to ground (Y/n) and gave her something to focus on when she finally heard Moira telling her it was all over. The baby was born. She had done it.

"Does dad want to cut the cord?"

(Y/n) patted Evan's arm and gave him a little nudge, nodding in reassurance that she would be fine if he let her go. She felt him press a sloppy kiss to her temple before he reeled up and shuffled down towards the end of the bed.

His fingers briefly skimmed across (Y/n)'s ankle and up the back of her leg before he took the medical scissors from the midwife and tried to stop himself from shaking. She held the cord up where she had clamped it off and Evan cut it just like he had done at least three times before when he was on shift. But this was so much more exciting, this was his little baby.

"You have little boy."

A grin broke out on (Y/n)'s tear-stained face and her arms moved up to curl shakily around her baby when the newborn was placed down carefully over her chest. She brushed her finger across his head, feeling the tiny wisps of sandy hair that matched Evan's.

She could feel her cheeks hurting from how wide she was smiling and she barely managed to tear her eyes away from her baby boy to look up at Evan when he shuffled back up next to her. A quiet hum left her lips when she realised Evan had shed a few tears and his eyes had reddened.

He cradled the back of their son's head, brushing his thumb up and down his temple while he leaned down to peck (Y/n)'s forehead.

"Shall I spruce him up for you, then the proud dad can have a hold?"

(Y/n) nodded and let Moira carefully ease the newborn from her chest to get him cleaned up and swaddled in a blanket.

Her eyes lifted to look back at Evan when he cupped her cheek and leaned down to press a searing kiss to her lips that stole the little air she had left in her lungs. She could feel him smiling against her mouth, unable to stop himself and he traced his teeth along her lower lip before finally pulling up for air.

"He's perfect." Evan could already imagine the phone calls he would be making in a while to everyone. He would be proudly telling them all he had a beautiful little boy and he knew Maddie would be down here as soon as Evan called her.

"He is… can you help me up?" When Evan obliged and looped her arms around his neck, (Y/n) smothered her face into his shoulder and pressed a few, tender kisses to his exposed skin. She smiled into him when he helped her sit up before he pressed the button to tilt the bed up so she wasn't lying down anymore.

They stayed like that for a few moments, tangled together in a hug that was making (Y/n) tired now that all her energy had been used up. But Evan finally pulled back and pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek when Moira came back over to them.

"And here's your little charmer, born at three-eighteen in the morning."

She eased James down into Evan's waiting arms and he almost jumped up from the bed when a jolt of excitement shot through him. This was his boy. This was his little baby, his first born. He had a son, and he was perfect with a tiny button nose and little pale lips that were curved into a heart-shaped pout.

"Oh, God."

"What?" Evan bounced his arms up and down, carefully rocking the newborn while he looked down at (Y/n).

She looked like a light bulb had just sparked above her head and for a moment he thought something was wrong. Until her lips melted into a smile that made his heart burst and had his brows raising in happy confusion.

"Happy birthday, baby."

Her hand cupped the side of Evan's face and she gently pulled him down to her so she could press a sweet kiss to his wet lips.

It was now morning. Neither of them had been taking a close look at the date or time and the last six or seven hours had gone by in a flash. The last time (Y/n) heard the time, it had been roughly nine at night. If it was now morning, that meant that their baby boy had technically been born on Evan's birthday.

He shared his birthday with his son.

When (Y/n) released him from a kiss, Evan made sure their boy was cradled in the crook of his left arm before he reached out for his phone on the side table.

Huh. It actually was his birthday. Time had become scrambled ever since they turned up at the hospital. Evan had been expecting their baby to be born the day before his birthday. Technically, he thought (Y/n) would of given birth two days before his birthday, he didn't think she would spend almost three days in labour like she had.

How immensely beautiful that labour had lasted long enough to allow Evan to share a birthday with his baby boy. It was as if the universe knew that Evan had never thought of his birthday as a special day and had now given him a purpose to celebrate the day like he should.

"Oh, don't tell me father and son now share a birthday? What perfect timing." Moira placed a gentle hand on Evan's shoulder and smiled at him sweetly while she looked down at the little boy in his arms. Clearly this didn't happen too often on her shifts.

"This is the best gift I've ever gotten." Evan murmured quietly and raised his arms up so he could delicately kiss his son's temple.

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"Buck?"

"Hey Eddie," A quiet, breathless laugh followed Evan's words while he reclined back in his chair and stared down at the best birthday gift he had ever been given.

His eyes delicately cast over to (Y/n) who was laid on her side, head burrowed down into the pillow and her body curled up like she was a little fox in a burrow. She had finally managed to fall asleep and while she was resting, Evan had begun the phone calls. He had spent the last twenty minutes on the phone to his sister, telling her everything from how long it had taken to what colour hair his boy now had.

Now Evan was spending some precious moments with his boy, and he knew it was far too early in the morning to be ringing anyone but Maddie. She gave him permission to call at any time day or night to let her know the outcome and if everything was okay.

Evan knew he shouldn't be ringing Eddie at this time in the morning, but he was too happy to contain his excitement and he just wanted to ring round and tell everyone.

"Listen, I know it's now your birthday and all, so happy birthday. But did you seriously wake me at four in the morning for that?"

The gruff tone in Eddie's voice gave away that he wasn't happy about an early morning call. He could gather by Evan's voice that this wasn't a panicked situation or anything bad, which was good, but Eddie didn't like to be woken up early.

"You'll never guess the present (Y/n) just gave me."

[spikedhe4rt]

Heyyyy!! can you do nsfw and sfw hcs for twobit pretty please😜💁🏽‍♀️

Two-Bit x Reader Headcannons 🎭

A/N: hi guys…😣 I apologize for my long absence, ive had a rough couple past months but that has nothing to do with yall so i wont dump on yall. I MISSED ALL OF YOU BABIES SO MUCH 🤗 I HOPE YALL ENJOY THIS AND I LOVE YOU

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

❥ You see him a drive-in, joking around with other greasers.

❥ Next thing you know, he trying to pull that "pull up a girls skirt" trick on you.

❥ But you see it coming and turn around quickly and grab his hands.

"Whatcha doing?" You quip. He looks stunned but quickly smiles. "You're a quick one, aren't you, doll?" he asks with a smirk. He's actually pretty cute. "You could say that...Keith, right?" He nods, "Call me Two-bit" he tells you. It's your turn to nod.

"Wanna makeout?" he asks as you both continue to look at eachother. His words shock you to the point, you let go of his hands. Two-bit busts out laughing, "Look at your face!  I got you to let go of my hands, little lady." He waves his hands up before walking away, leaving you dumbfounded. And a little hot in the cheeks.

❥ You don't see him again till you're walking around and see him getting into it with socs.

❥ You didn't want loop yourself in his fight so you waited around the corner. After hearing a couple punches, groans, and feet slapping the pavement.

❥ You peaked around the corner, cautiously. You had to make sure they we're actually gone, right? Or were you nervous to see Keith? Doesn't matter.

"Are you okay?"

"Could be better!"

❥ He let you take him back to your place to clean him up surprisingly.

❥ Sitting on his lap nervously because he insisted you needed to be closer to bandage his nose.

❥ Two-bit holding you by your waist so don't fall back (you weren't going to, but he liked holding you)

❥ You awkwardly asking him on a date while bandaging his last wound

"So this might be a bad time, because you might have concussion and all but wanna go out with me" You nervously whispered to him.

He gave you half a smile, "Of course, little lady"

❥ You guys start dating shortly after!

❥ Pulling pranks together as a couple!

❥ Movie nights watching mickey and eating

a whole chocolate cake

"Two, stop eating all the fucking cake..." you groaned as he took another big bite. "Maybe if you ear faster, you would have more" he playfully rebutdtaled. You picked up your fork with a big hunk of cake and swiped it down his shirt. He put on a fake shocked face before smiling "You're on, little lady"

❥ Having playdates with his little sister

❥ Him calling you his favorite girl all the time

❥ Him goofily asking for kisses by saying "Lay one on me, sweets"

❥ Making him lunch because cooking is your love language

❥ Him always paying for your meals when yall go out because he insists.

❥ You, Him and Dally getting drunk off yalls asses and hanging out.

❥ Him stealing magazines and other stuff you like from the store.

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❥ He's a switch (Mostly Dom)

❥ Him putting you into mating press so you can feel him as deep as you can

❥ Him fingering you as you bitch and whine for his cock.

Two-bit fingers slightly curl as he thrusts them inside your wet cunt. "K-keith, fuck please" you mewl as you grabbed his arm for support. "Need you so bad, want your cock" you continue as he makes your orgasm approach for about the 3rd time with just his fingers.

❥ Taking dirty polaroids for him to keep in his wallet

❥ Him going into full sub mode when you ride him because of how good it feels.

"Fuck, baby keep going just like that" Two moaned as you grind against him. You smiled down at him as you continued. "Let me cum, please, ill be good. I swear it."

❥ Him slowly kissing up your chest to your neck when he pushes into you.

❥ Begging him to go faster as he teases you with slow strokes

"Please go faster, i need it so bad. Your cock feels so good, Keith"            

"Yea? you gonna be a good slut for me?"

❥ Him overstimulating you to the point of tears giving you head.

❥ Hair pulling...from the both of you!

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A/N: my birthday is coming up on the 30th so if any of yall are good editors, would you mind editing me? 😣 reply here and ill give you my insta 🤗

[recklessfiction]

Keep an Eye Out As You Travel West

You see a church, you just keep on walking. Most are abandoned anyhow, nothing left in 'em but the hollowed out husks of their priests. The rest have been filled by now; old pretenders, zealots, and self proclaimed prophets snatching up any man fool enough to worship. And that's if you're lucky. There are older things, other things that have curled up amidst the altars of the Lord like worms in dirt. If you're wanting to do any worshiping, best do it out under the sky.

There're things that roam the dust, figures of men with eyes deader than any corpse and smiles as bright and pretty as a lady's. They come around sometimes, always trying to pawn off some bizarre thing; elaborate crowns made of rusted nails, gold lockets with strange portraits inside, letters that can't be read without getting a deep pounding in your head, and keys rusted with so much blood it'd be a wonder if they turned anything at all. Now, I've seen what comes for folks who trade with them and I'll tell you this. Wherever they got their goods, it sure as shit wasn't from here.

You'll be hearing now about the "Oil Baptisms," I'm sure. Black sea water dredged up from some abyss, thicker than any water I've ever seen and you can smell it long a mile away. They say it gives people "the sight" but of what I can't say. All I know is that once you start smelling that briny shit on the wind, the screaming don't start long after.

Be careful what deals you make out here. There're plenty of strange folk who would be more than glad to work you down to the bone and long after, too. Work is work, crops need harvesting, graves need digging, meat needs carving, and idols need worshiping. Watch your words and read your contracts, else you might just be stuck washing the feet of the righteous until doomsday.

Best stay indoors once night comes, that's when a lot of the "families" start movin' out. They take to the roads, long lines of them, a parade of the ugliest sons of bitches you've ever seen. In the daylight, their skin never fits quite right and stinks to high heaven but once the sun dips past the trees, they start taking it off. They move from place to place, sloughing off their decayed flesh and stealing new off any traveler they come across. Lock your doors and put out your lights before they coming knocking on your door, asking sweetly, "Do you have anything I could wear?"

I am of the opinion that the woods ought not be traversed by folk who ain't been called there. Keep to the roads and towns, there's enough foul mess there if it's strangeness you're looking for. But what's in the woods has always been in the woods and if you pass the treeline with no business being there, well. The woods will give you business.

While a useful tool, a gun won't save you from drowning in the bathtub of a family of fanatic prognosticators, or from having your skin torn clean off by the night sky. Keep your ears up for any kind of protection you can get and learn to speak well because a lot of smart talk can get you out of a whole mess of trouble.

Keep on moving, friend. If you're looking to survive this trek, don't stop for anything, not even to bury the dead or feed the starving. It ain't worth what'll catch you, cause there's always things waiting for a fella to slow down so's they can get their claws in faster, deeper. You wanna be stuck here, in the fields and the dirt, under the big sky while hymns are burned into your skull? No?

Then keep on moving.

[catiuskaa]

my knight in comforting armour

bc changbin just changbin changbin and like this was meant to be a small drabble but nothing can be small when changbin is the topic, only binnie. smol binnie. my binnie.

@evermourning hope you like this one, darling!

wc: 1.6k

tw: harassment, swearing

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You let out a soft grunt, eyeing at the black screen of your phone, squinting at the sight of small dents and cracks.

You had been in the plane for what probably was two hours, which made you sigh due to the lack of anything to do for the remaining 6 or 7 hours left. You were sat directly on the side of the corridor, making looking at the window a hard task considering not only the distance but the fact that the woman there had closed the window so she could sleep. If you could, you would’ve whined, but it was your choice to stop using the phone after it reached the 20%, so it was more of a you problem really for keeping your charger out of reach and being overall lazy to just stand up and get it.

You kept staring at the kids in the seats in front of you, listening to how they were decorating their Animal Crossing island, whether they should kick out “that ugly cow” or not when you suddenly felt a shiver ran through your spine, and you had to hold back the urge to look around in an anxious matter, the feeling of being stared at creeping in your body. Instead of acting like a total maniac, you calmly pretended to strech yourself until you spotted the culprit.

There he was, just a few rows behind you, his stare burning into your skin, almost making you flinch. It was a random guy you’d bumped into when trying to put your suitcase into the compartment and failed miserably, and even though he felt a bit too close to you for your liking, he had been nice and helped you with your stuff. Aside that, he was a complete stranger. You couldn’t help but move uncomfortably on your place, his gaze almost lingering on your skin. In a burst of awkwardness, you left your place and zoomed your way to the back of the plane and locked yourself in the bathroom.

What the hell was going on? Was he going to kiddnapp you or something? Getting you into the international drug dealing world? Steal from you? You didn’t know but it was sure fucked up, reason why you jumped when you got out of the bathroom and Creepy Guy was in front of you, his eyes trailing all over you— more like at your body. You shifted you pose and grinned politely, reminding yourself the definition of manners: smiling even though you’d rather punch the bitch in the face and run away.

“Excuse me,” you mentioned, hoping that the clusterfuck that was going on in your mind would just fade away, a scenery sort of like that meme with all the little Sponge Bobs running around in Sponge Bob’s brain as it was burning down.

“No, eh, excuse me. I noticed you earlier in the plane, I was wondering whether I had met you before…”

Oh my god, were you just paranoid all this time? For a second you felt bad, it wasn’t his fault that several men behaved like total shitheads.

“No, sorry, I don’t think so…” You tried going back to your seat, but he grabbed your forearm, his sweaty palms making you shiver in contrast of the AC that had been blasting at you for the past half an hour. Your whole body tensed up as his expression changed into a smile, one different from the sheepish smile from a second ago, this one felt dark and really, really creepy.

Changbin was heading back home with the rest of the members. Due to scheduling problems regarding the time they would spent out of the country, the agency had managed to get them sits for the plane, but separated from each other, unlike the usual three rows close they used to book, the lack of other services or departures that day being a bit at fault, although there was really no one to blame. Arriving was far more important than sitting close to eachother, so they’d decided to take the plane, thinking it wasn’t that big of a deal anyways.

He was sitting on the left side of the corridor, last row, with the only company of a cute old lady that fell asleep almost as soon as the plane took off.

He hadn’t seen you speed your way to the toilets, it had been Jisung who noticed your poor act of running away. He was sitting a few rows ahead, in alley sit, and turned around to look at him, head motion pointing towards your direction. Changbin shrugged, he hadn’t really paid attention to the situation until a man went behind you, in quite a brute way, as if he didn’t remember he was in public.

And that behaviour was… weirdly off putting.

Jisung and him stared at eachother for a second, Han’s eyebrows arched in confusion.

“No, stay here for a second.” The man had said to you in a rough tone.

Seo tensed up, eyes big, and slightly shook his head sideways towards Jisung, who immediatly turned towards the other side of the corridor, looking for a way to call the flight attendants’ attention.

“Let go of me, sir.” You were still scared, yet you hadn’t paid self-defence classes for nothing. “I won’t repeat myself a third time. Let. Go. Of. Me.”

Changbin was frozen in shock. He looked towards Han’s direction, in hopes that his silent cry for help could be noticed by someone on the fucking metal bird they were on, but it wasn’t being really helpful.

“Oh, you’re a strong woman, yeah, that’s why I had to help you with your suitcase.” He had laughed, as if what you had said had been a joke.

“Get over yourself, pretty legs.”

Seo flinched and frowned. He was waiting, waiting for a signal that could tell him if you were actually fine on your own or if he had to launch himself to help.

Because no doubt on it.

He would.

You were surprisingly calm, although your heart was racing due to the adrenaline in your body. You moved your arm away and tried getting into the toilet again, yet barely managed to enter when Creepy Guy pushed you out of the cubicule.

“You’re getting on my nerves, bitch.” He murmured.

“Get off me, you fucking pervert!” You tried to push him, and repeated what you’d learned before. You turned your arm inwards, making his bend in an uncomfortable position and then grabbed his wrist, twisted it again until he was at your mercy, and finished it by stepping on his foot.

Changbin looked at you, mouth partially

opened in surprise, then smiled slightly. He shook his head, ‘sometimes people are their own heroes’ he thought, but just when he was about to sit back, Creepy Guy had tried to elbow you when your attempted escape hadn’t quite worked.

“I am going to beat you up.”

You turned pale. Fuck, fuck, fuck. How to get out of this one? You were running out of patience and ideas.

“Everything alright here?”

You looked at the shredded man in front of you, dressed fully in black, curly hair making him look quite cute, yet his expression would make anyone at least a bit wary of their actions.

A note must be cleared, because on one hand, you could have gotten out of the problem just fine. Most likely. But you on the other hand, did what every sane human being would do in danger, and greeted the helping —and beautiful— man with a warm embrace, literally, because you yeeted yourself to his arms, whispering at least four ‘thank yous’ when he hugged you back slightly.

“Changbin.” He mentioned, what you supposed was his name. “Pretend with me for a second, ok?”

You nodded and turned around, facing the man.

“Any issues with my girl that I would need to know of?”

You held back a shiver that creeped from the deeperst parts of your body, unable to understand exactly why, because it had been just a nickname. Creepy Guy almost groaned, huffing in response as he fixed his shirt.

“Your girl? This bitch was almost on her knees for me not even two hours ago, dude. Teach her some fucking manners then.”

You noticed Changbin’s hand lying on the small of your back, at the exact spot where it could look like he was gropping you, but the skinship just felt quite comfortable, him almost barely touching your lower back.

“Excuse you, you absolute delusional freak. There’s only bitch in this conversation, and its not me.” You fumed, adrenaline still rushing through your body.

“It’s ok, babe.” Seo held you sofly by your waist, and you leaned into the touch, at first purely by instinct, which surprised you.

Creepy Guy tried heading outside, when Changbin grabbed him just like he had grabbed you minutes ago.

“By the way, I’ve got the whole thing on video. Good luck getting out of this one, champ.” He smiled, and your insides twisted.

“You bast-“

“Is everything ok, sir?”

Changbin recognized Jisung waving in his place, sending him thumbs up with a smile, mouthing what he got as “sorry”, as well as Chan, who was directly behind the flight attendant that stood in front of both of you, a woman that looked fierce as hell, and clearly wasn’t having any of this situation, despite the apparent sweetness of her tone.

She called for other flight attendant who guided the man to his seat, then directed herself to you, her whole facade wearing off and looking at you in a mix of proudness and a bit of pity, understanding your awkward position.

“Is your seat close to his?” You nodded.

She pinched her nose, visibly holding herself back from behaving violently. “Are you traveling with these gentlemen? I could try and search for a seat closer to them” She pointed to the other men that looked at you.

You noticed again the somewhat soft palm in the curve of your back, which brought you back to reality.

“No, but I still would want to change. Is that a problem… Changbin?” He smiled, cheeks softly turning pink.

“Oh no, its ok. We’re a group of eight scrambled through the airplane, I don’t think it’ll be an issue to find a spare seat.”

Ten minutes later, you were giggling next to him, using his phone while you charged yours with his cable as you both kept loosing at the same game, failing to find more words for the crossword.

You hoped you could keep the contact with all the group after you met them when the airplane landed. And something made you think you would, noticing a hand drawing soft circles on the palm of your hand as you all tried to get out of the crowds.

~Kats, a fluff Changbin enthusiast who is being deeply affected by cuffing season and binnie in a compression shirt.

[wordsaresimple-imnot]

So I’m a HUGE fan of angst. With Joe’s temper and with being unhinged from the war, any kind of physical affection can get a little rough. 😈 I feel like it’s totally his style and everyone needs to know it. Frienemies to lovers with angst and classy smut and a happily ever after is how we all deserve Joe Liebgott. 😘🥰 🪖♠️ 🦅

Oil and water - Joe Liebgott x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, smut (p in v), fingering, angry sex to soft sex, mentions of violence and war/death, cursing, 1st person POV (female), female body part descriptions.

A/N: I have the biggest respect for the real life heroes of WWII (and all other wars, past & current), this work & all other works is based on the actor(s) and character(s) portrayed in the Band of Brothers series.

A/N pt 2: I had so much fun with this request and wrote this faster than any of my other fics! I hope you like it, @she-wolf09231982lovely, and that I did it justice!! Please let me know what you think and if you want a different one done if I didn't quite hit the points you wanted. As always, feel free to leave comments, likes, and reblogs; they make me happy! :)

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Another punch echoes in the room, followed by more yelling. The man sitting in the chair can barely open his eyes as blood covers his entire face. I try to find any sense of morality and sympathy but come up with nothing. He's a replacement that got drunk, killed two German's and shot Chuck Grant in the head before stealing a car and trying to hide. He'd yet to show any type of remorse for his actions and the men around me were getting closer and closer to doling out their own personal justice.

Everyone got quiet and backed out of the way when Spiers came in like a dark thundercloud and hit the man across the face. In the blink of an eye, he had a gun pointed right at the man's face and just held it there. My stomach dropped and I glanced over at Liebgott next to me, but his face was dark and unfazed. Spiers would probably kill this man and no one was going to bat an eye. This was wrong. The war is over and we are still losing our friends and companions.

After a long, tense moment Spiers lowers his gun and commands us to take the man to the MP's. As he's walking away I hear him tell Tab that Grant is going to pull through, thanks to a Kraut doctor. For the first time since this night started I feel like I can breathe a little. I follow the rest of my company into the street as we follow Spiers' orders. Suddenly a scuffle erupts and our prisoner has briefly broken free from the group and is trying to run away.

I'm the closest to him and immediately run and tackle him to the ground. As I'm attempting to get him flipped around and restrained, he elbows me hard in the gut knocking the air out of me. As I'm trying to catch my breathe, a pair of arms lifts me up and I'm being pulled away from the group. Someone is steering me to an empty house and all I can hear is more yelling and fighting behind us.

Once we are inside and seating in someone's abandoned house on a couch, I look up to see who I'm with. Liebgott. To say I'm shocked is an understatement. We only look out for each other during battle, because that's our job and we are soldiers. The only times we semi get along is when we are around our friends and can use them as buffers. It's been a running joke through Easy that we are oil and water and should never be left alone together because we'd both end up dead. Now here we are totally alone and emotions are running off the rails.

"You hurt?" His face is stone cold and his voice is almost filled with disgust, like he was forced to look after me and didn't put himself in this situation.

"I'm fine. You can go." I bite out, wincing as I press on the tender spot.

"Stop being such an uptight bitch. Let me look." Liebgott rolls his eyes as he moves my hands away and lifts up my shirt. I glare at him and then glance down. The spot is a deep red and I can see spots where my blood vessels have burst. It's gonna be a hell of a bruise soon.

"Okay, you got to lift my shirt up. Good job. Go away." I shift out of his hold and cover my torso again. His glare hardens on me.

"What's your fucking problem?"

Scoffing, I jump up and pace a little ways away. "We just beat a fellow soldier bloody and Spiers almost shot him right in front of us. He deserves to be punished for what he did, but we can't start taking justice into our own hands. That's now who we are!"

"Spiers should have killed him. Grant is our friend. If anyone should give that punishment, it should have been one of us." His voice is cold and detached. We were never best friends, but it hurts a part of my heart to hear how this war has been changing him.

"Of course you would say that." I laugh humorlessly and spin to face him. He jumps up from the couch and stomps over to get in my face.

"What's that mean?"

"I heard about your little road trip the other day. I know shit's been different since Landsberg, but that's no excuse to go hunting people down and playing judge, jury, and executioner." I straighten my back and stand still as he leans further into my face. He's never focused so much anger towards me before but I'll be damn if I show any type of reaction to it.

"You don't know fucking shit. How can you? It's not your people that's been tortured and killed this whole war. Now why don't you go bat your pretty little eyes at someone who cares what you think and leave me the fuck alone."

Before I know it, I'm pushing him away from me. Hard. He takes half a step back and continues to glare at me. So I do it again, and again, until I'm beating at his chest with my fists. I'm so angry and he's the perfect target to let it out on. In the blink of an eye he has my hands in a death grip in one of his and is pushing me backwards with his other hand on my waist. He holds my hands above my head as my back hits a wall and keeps his hand on my waist.

I'm not sure who moves their head first, all I know is that we meet in the middle and it's not a kind or tender kiss. It's all teeth and tongue and biting. Neither of us want to submit so we keep at it until we are breathless and our lips are bruised. He releases my hands, which immediately fly to his hair to pull hard enough to make him wince, and places his newly open hand around my throat. When he applies pressure, I moan and press myself closer to him. A flash of something other than anger moves across his eyes; lust.

"You going to be a good girl and take what I give you?" His voice is low and rough. I feel myself clench around nothing. Never one to be agreeable with him, I just smirk.

"Fuck you." Joe just smirks back and shoves his hand that was on my waist down my pants and under my underwear.

"Feels like that's what you want." He watches my face as his fingers glide through my soaked folds, parting them to rub directly on my clit. Another moan escapes me but is cut short by his hand squeezing my neck again. "Eyes on me."

I open my mouth to say something flippant back but only a gasp comes out when I feel him shove two fingers inside me and start pumping them in and out. The hand on my neck alternates between squeezes and lightly stroking my skin. I keep my eyes on his face, taking in how clenched his jaw is and the way his pupils are blown wide. Another moan comes out when he hits a particularly sensitive spot.

He shifts closer to me, angling his hand so he can keep hitting that spot and rub my clit at the same time. His face stops when our lips are a hairs breathe away.

"That's my good girl. Take it." He places a soft kiss against my lips that's such a sharp contrast to the pressure on my neck and movement of his hand inside me. Joe leans his forehead against mine and keeps repeating his previous words as my orgasm gets closer and breaks through so hard I see stars.

As my vision starts to return I hazily watch him bring his soaked hand up to his mouth. The moan he lets out after tasting me is sinful and has me clenching again. When he's done, I pull his head back to mine, kissing and licking his lips begging for entrance. My own moan comes out when he opens his mouth and I taste myself on his tongue. Suddenly we are a blur of moving limps as we dispose of our clothes, not caring where they land and move back to the couch. We land with him on top of me and I roll my hips up to feel his erection slip through my folds.

Just as his tip slips in, Joe freezes above me and time stops. He's got one hand holding my thigh up around his waist and the other is on the arm of the couch, keeping him hovering over me. He trails his hand from my thigh, up my side, over my breast and up to cup my cheek. Our breathing slows down as we just look at each other, his hand holding my face like I might break if he's not careful. I run my own hand up his back and cup his cheek in the same fashion, gently pulling him towards me.

"Are you sure?" He whispers against my lips, eyes searching mine. They're softer now, the anger having melted away and now there's an open rawness in its place. I nod my head and whisper a soft 'yes' as I pull him into our first slow kiss of the evening.

Carefully, he pushes himself inside me and pauses again when he's bottomed out and our hips are flush against each other. We exchange more slow kisses and when I gently nip his lip, he knows it's okay to start moving. Once he sets the pace, slow, thorough and unrushed, we know this isn't just a simple fuck. Neither of us speak, just let ourselves get lost in the feelings as we moan and gasp against each others lips. As I start to clench around him signaling the approach of my second orgasm, I moan his name. Joe picks up the pace, some of the earlier frenzy returning as he focuses on pushing me over the edge again.

All I can keep saying is his name and after a few more thrusts, I'm seeing stars for the second time that night. I feel his thrusts become uneven as he chases his own release, moans flying out of his mouth. When he cums, he presses himself as far into me as he can and says my name like a prayer against my lips. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard.

Once we've stabled our breathing a little, we shift around so we are laying more comfortably on the couch, him still half inside me, completely entangled together. Joe leans up just enough to pull a blank from the back of the couch over us and tucks me back in against him. It's silent as we enjoy the afterglow and feel of each others skin.

"Did I hurt you?" Joe whispers, kissing the top of my head. I smile and kiss his chest.

"No more than I wanted you to." We share a small laugh. "I thought oil and water could never mix."

Joe pulls back enough to look at my face, "I don't think we are oil and water. I think we are something that can't be defined." He drops a kiss on my lips and then lays back down. "Now, get some sleep. We are going for breakfast tomorrow and then wherever you wanna go for the whole day."

I fall asleep with a smile on my face, not knowing he does too.

[amymbona]

i’m (s)creaming for private school patrick.

like enemies to lovers in like a patrick is a duchebag who uses his dads money and power to the full extent, always ditching classes, getting caught with alc and drugs but never being expelled like all the other kids, and rumors that say his dad payed for the new building for him to stay after failing half of his classes way. readers also pretty well off, but she never abuses it and works hard for her grades.

him and readers friends are talking at the courts before practice and patrick saids something like why would you try hard if you’re spoilt anyway, and they get into a argument!!!!!!

just a start but i’ve been thinking about this for so long.

He's such a cocky little bitch, you really wanna punch his ugly face sometimes. Spoiled idiot who's daddy is willing to pull him out of every shit hole he jumps into. It's unfair, the Zweig priviledge, when there are people who work hard and put their whole being into something, just to have this Patrick guy come and steal their dreams.

You're the first person to ever tell that to Patrick, yelling at him, a small circle of people gathering around you two. You keep calling him a spoiled kid, a little bitch and much much worse while he just stands there, arms crossed, smirking, loving the way your cheeks turn red the angrier you are.

"Calm down, angel face, you're gonna burst," he counters, patting your shoulder. His words earn a laugh from the group of people around you, only pissing you off further.

"Trust me, you wouldn't like to see me burst," you smile sweetly, poking him in the stomach with to racket to push him away from you. He complies, raising his hands in mock surrender.

When you push past him, the crowd parts, allowing you to walk through. Walking away, you don't miss the whistle coming from behind you and someone complimenting your ass.

Now the more you try to ignore Patrick's presence, the louder he seems to be. Constantly giggling during lectures, occupying the court for hours so you can't even practice properly, smoking with his stupid friends. Patrick Zweig is suddenly everywhere and, without trying, makes your life complete hell.

He's so smug about it too, greeting you almost politely when you walk past each other, telling to smile and enjoy the life. Just being a usual jerk. You really see his face so often that he starts appearing in your dreams. And to be honest, Patrick aha a hard time forgetting your pretty face as well.

He surprises you by falling into step with you on one random afternoon, both of you on your way to the English lecture.

"I have an offer for you," he begins casually, not even sparing you a glance.

"I don't wanna hear it," you refuse whatever he has to say immediately.

Patrick snickers, eyes flicking towards the curve of your nose and your pouty lips. "I could get you to the New York Times, y'know?"

Your steps come to a halt, brows furrowing at the sudden offer, because that absolutely not something you were expecting. "What?"

Patrick turns to face you, a confident smile on his face. When there's a certain lack of excitement on your face he shrugs, lazily walking closer to you. "What? Don't play stupid with me, Y/N. I know about your journalism stuff."

"What are you even talking about?" you exclaim in confusion.

"Look, I'm not stupid," he sighs, eyes rolling. "You're good at tennis, we can see, but that's not what you wanna do, is it? I know you're constantly nagging to the prof about your writing stuff. And lucky for you, my dad is not short on phone numbers."

You can't believe it. All of this sounds so absolutely absurd that you wanna ask Patrick to pinch you to make sure this is real. Because if doesn't fucking sound like that.

"You're weird," you scoff, pushing past him. This is just stupid.

But Patrick is next to you in no time. "C'mon, Y/N, you know you want it. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Just say yes."

"I'm not accepting anything from you, Patrick," still determined, you keep refusing.

"Why not? Isn't that you dream?" the way he says it makes shivers run down your spine. Of course working for the New York Times is your dream, but you wanna get there through your own accomplishments, and not as a result of someone's rich daddy's call.

"That's none of your business," you mutter, attempting to outrun him.

But before you could walk any further, a big hand wraps around your elbow, and then you're facing Patrick again. Much closer now, you can see the freckles on his cheeks and nose. You've never noticed that before.

"Don't be stupid, Y/N. I could literally make your dream come true," the tone of his voice is now much softer.

"You could?" you snicker ironically. "It's my dream and I am gonna be the only one making it real."

Patrick looks at you silently, head tilting to the side as an attempt, you don't even know, to appear cuter? More innocent? To make you accept his offer?

"Think about it, Y/N," he whispers, palms finding their place on your shoulders. "Just at twenty years old, you could be working at the fucking New York Times. Isn't that thrilling?"

It would be thrilling, if it wasn't Patrick Zweig offering you such a thing, "And what do I have to do for that? Sleep with your rich daddy? Sell my soul to the devil?"

"Nothing," Patrick shrugs simply.

Now that sounds even more idiotic. "What the fuck?"

But Patrick is determined, smiling softly. He almost seems honest. "You heard me, Y/N. I don't want anything from you. I just wanna make you happy."

"Like I'd believe that," you scoff, prying yourself out of Patrick's hold. There's no real way you could possibly accept that.

This time, Patrick doesn't stop you, instead allowing you to walk away. But that stupid smirk stays glued to his face, because he's really not blind, and he saw you consider the opportunity. Even if it was for just a split second. "Let it settle in your head, angel face!"

[multixsposts]

The Jock pt2

Context-> the reader finally realizes that Suguru Geto is no good for her, so she decides to end things, but what happens when the ex bestfriend of the jock swoops in and steals ‘his girl’?.

Warnings -> strong language and name calling will be mentioned.

Fandom/Ship-> Jujutsu Kaisen | Suguru GetoxFem!reader | Satoru GojoxFem!reader

a/n-> i hope you all enjoy, sorry for any incorrect grammar.

You take a deep breath.

Today is the day you’re finally going to gather the courage to end things between you and suguru.

You thought that after the special day everything would be different, and it was!..only for three days, So you’re waiting in the janitor’s closet in the dark wishing Suguru would hurry up before you lose your nerves.

*knock knock knock*

Three knocks was the code for the two of you to make sure it was no one else

after the knocks he opens the door, squeezing his way into the cluttered closet.

“alright. let’s make this quick, yeah?. got practice in 15 minutes.” he whispers as his hands fly up the bottom of your shirt, ready to pull it over your head.

but what he didn’t expect was your hands pushing his muncher bigger ones away..

“y/n..stop fooling around. I told you i-”

“i’m done with this.” you tell him, your eyes shut, afraid to look at him.

It was quiet for a moment.. too quiet… your eyes stayed shut your hands still on his making sure he wouldn’t try to pull your clothes off either way.

you heard him scoff.

“what?.” his voice harsher than when he came in.

“i-..im done with this…” you got the courage to open your eyes and look at him, his eyes fixed with emotions you couldn’t even put your finger on.

You remove your hands from his and motion them between the two of you.

“i’m over this ‘relationship’ im tired of the way you treat me.. the way you call me names and then act completely different behind closed doors. I don’t deserve this.” you say, your voice growing more confident with every word that left your lips.

His brows furrow, his facial expression turning angry.“you..can’t be serious?.” his head shakes a little as he takes the smallest step away from you, it not making that much of a difference since you two are in a small closet together.

“but i am..Suguru-”

“i told you to call me Geto when we’re alone.” He hushes out, his eyes never leaving yours.

“don’t you see?? that’s the problem…you only care about me when we’re alone..and it’s just because you want to use me, use my body!, but i can’t keep letting myself be hurt by this a-and by you!..” you’re trying not to cry..your voice shaking as you talk to the man that brought you so much pleasure these past couple of months.

“i care about you even when we aren’t alone, y/n. Why are you being this way?. You’re acting like a whiny bitch.” He seethes out, his teeth clenched and his fist bawled up.. obviously angry at the fact that you want to end this sexual relationship.

“you can’t be helped..” you whisper to yourself. “i’ll see you around, Suguru Geto.” you tell him as you go to leave this stuffy closet.

You flinch as his palm makes contact with the wall next to your head that when it collided it made a loud thud.

“S-suguru-” you squeak out, what’s with this sudden aggression?..

“you think you can find someone better than me?. hm?” his voice dropped an octave as his face gets closer to yours.

“you think anyone else is going to want someone like you?.” he lets out a short laugh, “you aren’t even that pretty..you’d be lucky if someone even looked in your direction.” His words were like venom to you. Your heart stung when he spoke.

“So let’s just get this over with. I’m already late to practice take off your-” his words were caught in his throat as he stared you.

You were crying..full on sobbing.

“jesus christ..” he says to himself as his hand went up to his hair to brush the strand that fell out of his face.

You sink to the floor and you pull your knees to you chest as you sobbed.

Suguru pulls out his phone seeing that he was already 5 minutes late.

Any later than that and he’d be benched the entire next game.

“fuck this.” He says as he left you alone in the dark, cold closet.

The next day you steered clear of Suguru Geto.

Picking at the crust on your ham sandwich you ate lunch in the music room all by yourself.

What Suguru said to you really messed you up..you didn’t think you were that hideous, considering that one of the hottest guys in school wanted to keep having sex with you..

So you couldn’t be that horrendous….right?..

Whatever. Screw him..he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He just wanted to ruin your life, mess with your head.

That’s all he did anyways.

“You know this isn’t the lunch room, right?.” a voice echos through the music room.

Your attention went from the sandwich to the beautiful blue eyed man that stood in front of you.

“yeah..i know.” you tell him and he smiles softly

“mind if i join you?.” he asks.

you just wanted to be alone, but somehow his company doesn’t disturb you so you said “yeah sure..”

You move your things out of the chair that was next to you and you took a seat.

“i..haven’t seen you around before ?.” you ask while he’s pulling out his lunch from the brown paper bag.

“ah. that’s because i skip a lot of school.” he tells you truthfully, taking out a little bag of candy he offers you some, which you politely declined.

“you shouldn’t skip so much school.” you say and chuckles a bit as he takes the wrapper off a cherry flavored sucker.

“don’t you worry about that, sweetheart. It’ll be fine.” he winks at you and puts the sucker in his mouth.

“enough about me, why is a pretty lady like you sitting in here all alone?”. He asks, propping his feet up on the chair in front of him.

Your cheeks heat up at the compliment— did he really just call you pretty?..

“you..think im pretty?” you ask, not daring to look at him afraid he might laugh in your face.

“hm? yeah, of course i do. I find you quite attractive, actually.” he tells you truthfully.

So you decided to look at him and he has the warmest smile on his face. you smile back at him, your heart pulling itself back together after suguru broke it into pieces.

“so..why are you in here all by yourself?” he asks once more

“i-…well it’s a long story” you say feeling comfortable enough to reach a hand into his bag of candy, pulling out a small Hershey Kiss..

“i have time.” he insists.

but should you really tell him about why and how you ended up in this situation?. You don’t even know him..

but you feel so comfortable with him.

this is insane.

But someone wanting to actually listen to your problems just feels so good that you start to spill.

and you keep pouring until it ran out.

After you got done babbling, he was quiet.

he stopped looking directly into your eyes.

You thinks it’s because he thinks you’re a whore, a slut who’ll just sleep with anyone, but what Satoru was really thinking was how Suguru Geto could do something so diabolical to such a beautiful woman.

The silence was cut by Satoru clearing his throat.

“I don’t think i caught your name?.” he asks, his eyes and attention back to you.

“um…it’s y/n….and yours?” you ask, still playing with the little piece of chocolate you stole from his bag.

“ah, sorry about that, It’s Gojo Satoru, but you can call me Satoru.” he tells you while reaching his hand out to shake yours.

You grab his hand and shake it, after what seems like an appropriate amount of time to shake someone’s hand you go to pull yours away, but he has ahold on it.

“That man’s a real jerk. Don’t let what he said get to your head..you’re very beautiful, stunning. Do not settle for anything less because he told you those awful things, okay?.” He tells you, his voice low but soft.

His face closer to yours that you can feel his breath fan your face.

All you can mange to do is nod and he finally let your hand go— the warmth from it already being missed.

“can i walk you to class?..” he asks you, standing up and grabbing his bag.

“oh uh..a-are you sure?” you question as you stand up as well gathering your food from the lunch you didn’t have the appetite to eat.

He just chuckles, your are just so cute.

“I’m sure, darling.” He takes another piece of candy from his bag.

“well..if you insist.” you two walk to the door and you just decide to throw away your lunch.

The two of you walk to your next class, the hall feeling much smaller than it normally does, your shoulders brushing against each other as you talk— your laugh when he made a joke that made absolutely no sense made his smile widen.

Oh he was most definitely swooned by you..

It was when you almost reached your class door that you heard laughter from not one but three mean boom through the hall.

Your curiosity got the best of you and you turned you head only to make eye contact with Suguru Geto.

You don’t think you’ve ever turned your head away so quickly.

“hey uh..i’ll see you guys later.” You hear him tell his ‘friends’ as he parted ways with them. Then he called out your name, but only once his team mates were nowhere to be seen.

“y/n!.” but you just kept walking. Satoru not doing anything unless you ask him to.

Suguru didn’t take a good look at the guy you were with. It was probably just some nerd, someone he could beat up instantly.

But once that mad turned his head to give a sly smirk towards the black haired man, his blood started to boil.

Satoru fucking Gojo.

“You’re such a fucking whore.” Suguru hissed out, his fist clenched at his sides.

He will not let that blue eyed fuck take you away from him. You were his and it’s going to stay that way. The two of you just had a misunderstanding and it’s going to be fixed..once he got rid of this bitch.

His words hung in the air as you froze in your tracks, Satoru stopping with you.

“You’re just gonna let my friends run a train on you?.” Suguru laughed out as he got closer to you

You turned around to face him.

“friend?..” you question yourself quietly as you look at Satoru..

He’s friends with satoru?..was this part of his plan?. Be nice to you and get into your pants?.

“ah..no. we are not friends.” Satoru reassures you. Giving you a look that said he promises to explain it to you later.

“but we were.” Geto pushes.

“yeah we were..and i regret it more than anything.” It was starting to get personal.. You could feel the tension between the two of them

“whatever.” he scoffs “i hope you enjoy my sloppy seconds.” he smirks “that slut will let you do anything to her..she has zero self respect.” You don’t know what it was but something snapped in satoru and he was face to face with Geto in seconds.

“shut the fuck up.” he tells him, his fist shaking at his side from how angry he become.

“why?..make you mad i got to fuck her first?.” next thing you know punches were being thrown. Satoru punched Geto in jaw and Geto punched Satoru in the stomach.

“guys! stop it!” you yell at them as you run over trying to break it up, but it took you by surprise when a blow landed on your jaw and you fell to the ground.

“shit. y/n!” you hear Suguru call out as he ran over to you, trying to pry you hand away from your face so he could see the damage he done.

“get away from me!.” you scream— tears falling from your eyes as you try to get away from him

Geto felt Satoru push him away from you and he watches how gently he handles you, How you let him check to see if you were okay..

He’s finally realizing how badly he fucked up. How his heart started to hurt from the fact he lost you for good..his eyes started to sting with tears.

“y-y/n” he voiced out, the crack in his throat when he talked indicating that he indeed was absolutely heart broken.

He’d hit you…he ruined you, he completely and utterly destroyed you…

“just get out of here Geto!,” his ex bestfriend yelled at him, his eyes full of rage.

Geto didn’t want to leave you..he wanted to make sure you were okay,but he didn’t want to keep putting you through anymore pain, so he got up and left.

He made his way to the spot underneath the bleachers where you met him that day, and he cried.

Suguru Geto cried for what felt like the first time in years, and it was over a girl that he loved so dearly and didn’t realize it until what he had was gone.

Hi! so no one was really shipped in this story, but nonetheless i hope you enjoyed ! ;)

again i apologize for any spelling errors

[thenighthekate]

Heyy, I love all you write!! Would you please write something with the song ‘without me’ by halsey, maybe one of them cheated on reader and now it’s trying to come back, but reader it’s playing hard to get, making them suffer a little. Thank you

Tell the truth ( t.k. )

Would you care if we quit talking? Would you care if I went walking? I need to know how you feel so I know how to deal.

The past few weeks she felt numb, angry, confused at the man who fucked her over. She never thought something like this was bound to happen, she thought they were happy together. Memories fade, anagapesis lingers, a love once cherished now lost in the rivers.

The environment around her buzzed with a sea of people, some dressed in suits rushing to get their coffee break, others sitting with families and friends at the tables. She was comfortably seated on the patio, sun shining above her as she sipped on her latte, her fingers wrapped around a pen scribbling in her notebook.

She felt calm. After days spent crying in the comfort of her own bed she finally got the courage to go out, breathe fresh air and possibly even socialize.

Her eyes were shielded by the glass of her sunglasses, her mind turning gears to make the words on her paper rhyme. The girl was focused on the task in front of her; she didn't even notice a shadow looming over her figure, the visibly tall person soon taking a seat at her table. Her eyes shifted from her notepad, a look of confusion forming on her face before it melted into nothing. No emotions were revealed as her eyebrow twitched to question the person.

Silence indulged the two as they stared at each other, the girl yet again slowly taking a sip of her coffee. " I haven't seen you in a while." His voice was oddly soft, laced with sweetness as it showed none of his true intentions. An uninterested sigh left her lips, her focus soon turning back to writing. " Look, I'm sorry. I don't know what-"

" Don't want to hear it." She dragged out her words with a fierce tone, like a mother grounding her disobedient child.

" No. Listen, it was a mistake and a total misunderstanding." He was slightly crouched, his eyes for a brief moment closing shut as he shook his head.

" So stealing my ideas, my lyrics, then fucking some other bitches is a misunderstanding to you?" Her finger wrapped around the brim of her sunglasses to slide them down, fire swirling in her irises as she shot daggers at him. Suddenly she placed the paper down along with her pen, Tom getting a clear view of everything she had written down. " You could be a bad mother fucker," she paused, looking him directly in the eye before continuing, " but that does not make you a man." Grabbing her stuff she slid out of her chair, standing tall on her high heels she was ready to disappear from his life forever.

It happened quickly, his hand reached out to wrap around her arm before her palm collided with his cheek, the loud sound and sensation traveling all over his body. " Don't touch me," her arm flailed out of his grip, her manicured finger pointed directly at her chest, " I put you up there, and you decided to abuse that power. It was me who made you what you are," her tone shifted, a shield of glass broken, replaced by glistening tears, " you used me."

" I'm sorry." Tom's expression matched hers, his eyes searching for her own. " Please. What can I do?"

Yet again it was quiet. She softly licked her lips while slowly shaking her head, her mind not believing what he was saying. " How about you tell the truth, to everyone. The guys and the media included." She turned to leave before muttering under her breath, but loud enough for him to hear. " And drop every single one of those bitches."

[angelsanarchy]

Righteousness of Man: Kappa x Y/N- Mini Series PRT 08

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Kappa was starting to stew in his feelings. He had been making sure Y/n and him fucked almost three times a day trying to get her pregnant. The amount of pregnancy tests he's had the others steal was starting to draw attention to the locals and the last thing he wanted was for them to be busted for stealing stupid fucking pregnancy tests.

After the latest fucking, Kappa held Y/n on his cock even after he had gone limp.

"Kappa...I need to get up. I can't just sit here-" Y/n chuckled.

"Yes you can. Whatever it takes to get us that baby." Kappa held her firmly and she chuckled shaking her head.

"What? You think this is funny?" Kappa asked concerned.

"You do realize that your plan to birth enough babies to take on the ever growing technicalical world is ridiculous right?" Kappa looked taken aback by her comment.

"Seriously. Every single person, including the men could birth 100 babies and you still wouldn't be able to fight this stupid made up war against humanity." Kappa pushed her off of his lap onto the bed and she continued to laugh.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" He asked putting his cock back in his pants.

"Not a baby, that's for sure." She continued to laugh hysterically and Kappa was now taking offense.

"I don't know what the hell is wrong with you but you're talking pure insanity." Kappa said with disgust as Y/n laid back on the bed.

"Me? I'm talking insanity? You want to wage war against technology. How fucking insane is that?" Y/n challenged.

"I want to do what God's will is. It's unnatural for machines to replace humans." Kappa argued.

"No matter how hard you try, you will never stop the world from progressing Kappa. That's just not how the world works." Y/n put her arms behind her head and Kappa narrowed his gaze at her.

"So why bother trying to have a baby with me if you suddenly feel like my plans are so idiotic? Why waste your time here?" Kappa spat. Y/n paused for a moment thinking about her next move. Kappa could see her thinking and she finally let out a sigh.

"Did you ever think that maybe I can't have a baby? Or maybe something is wrong with you? Maybe you're sterile and don't even know it. You do enough drugs to kill a fucking horse so it's not too strange to suspect it's just not God's will for you to procreate." Kappa hauled off and slapped Y/n across the face.

Y/n didn't react like she had the first time he had put his hands on her. She ate the hit and rolled her eyes at him.

"You will speak to me with respect of not at all. I will cut your tongue out of your head and use your mouth as a fucking glory hole if you continue to speak to me that way, do you understand?" Kappa seethed.

"I can't have children Kappa and I've never been more relieved because if I could, you're the last person I would want to create life with." Y/n lit a cigarette and Kappa fumed.

"Is that right?" He gritted his teeth.

"You're weak. You say all these things, preach to these people and you have no true convictions. You hide behind what you say is God's will and then pretend you don't secretly curse him because you know you could never have the same pull on people as these other bible thumpers. It's quite sad." Y/n stood up and blew her cigarette smoke in his face.

"And you hit like an impotent bitch." She whispered trying to walk past him. Kappa slammed her head into the wooden doorway and she fell to the ground.

"You think I'm weak? You think I can't put my plans into action?" Kappa snatched some cabled from the radio and used it to wrap around her wrists. He hog tied her and then kicked the door to the trailer open yelling for the others.

"Let's just test that theory darlin." Kappa was a pissed off man on a mission and Y/n knew it was all down hill from here as they carried her to the van and sped off out of the canyon.

[harrywavycurly]

How did Eddie and Malibu!Barbie spend the holidays? I miss them💕

Hiii babes!! Awe I miss them too!! I hope you enjoy these conversations between them two while opening up some gifts and spending time at the club house!💖

-find everything Eddie x Barbie!Reader here✨

“Merry Christmas Eddie!” “Uhm…thanks?” “What? You don’t like it?” “It’s…a swimsuit…that says Barbie on it and it’s…pink.” “Isn’t it cute?” “Yeah it’s…so cute…why did you get this for me?” “Because you’re always saying I don’t have enough swimsuits that cover my body and this one is a one piece so it covers everything!” “Oh…okay but why…did you give it to me and not just keep it for yourself?” “Because I thought it would make you happy to see it…duh.” “Did…did you just duh me? Who taught you the word duh?” “Steve.” “Figures.” “Did you look at the bottom of the bag?” “I’m not wearing these…” “why? We can match! I just know you’re going to look so good in them!” “I don’t wear pink swim trunks…and especially ones that say Barbie’s favorite on the ass…” “Not even one time just so we can take a picture together?” “One time…maybe…but sure as fuck no pictures.” “You’re such a Scrooge.” “No more hanging out with Steve.”

“What is this?” “Chapstick…for your lips…” “oh thank you Eddie! I love it!…oh it smells like cherries!” “You’re always bitching about dry lips from being in the sun all day so…there you go..now you can stop stealing mine.” “You’re the best…do I get to go to the Christmas party tonight?” “Only if you promise not to cry after having too many margaritas…” “I…will promise to try my best..not to cry…” “I’ll accept that…go get dressed then.” “I am dressed?” “Please don’t start with me it’s Christmas and I’m trying to be all holly and…jolly and shit.” “Eddie this is a perfectly good skirt and top…I have to wear it tonight…it’s my elf outfit.” “Does it past the test?” “You and that stupid test….yes it passed the test…you can’t see anything when I bend over…” “fine…but you’re gonna freeze your little elf ass off on the bike.”

“What the fuck did you do to the clubhouse…” “isn’t it festive? I added lights to that old bike over there since you said I couldn’t put a tree up.” “Who helped you-” “Steve! I was just showing Eddie all our decorations!” “You helped her Harrington?” “Uh I may have…strung a strand of lights…or two…” “Steve is the best he���s always helping me with things.” “Oh really? What all does he help you with?” “I think I hear Dustin calling my name…merry Christmas Malibu!” “Malibu?” “That’s what he calls me…will you make me a drink please? I’m going to go see what Max is doing.” “Why does he call you that?” “Because it’s a nickname.” “Why can’t he call you Barbie like everyone else?” “Because he doesn’t wanna be like everyone else? I figured you’d understand that…” “I don’t like it.” “Oh don’t be such a grinch Eddie…now how about a drink? Please?” “Yeah yeah I’ll go make you a damn drink…”

[carbonated-olive-juice]

tma!sanders sides au bc i’ve been brainrotting over this for the past several days

(@wobblystrawberry helped a lot with this [hiiii])

Remus:

- The Corruption

- the bastard that made me start this whole thing (wanted to make The Stinky Trash Bastard Man, Stinky Trash Bastard Man Squared and it sorta just went from there)

- known as The Duke of The Crawling Rot

- raided the magnus institute with Jane Prentiss (where he meets Logan, they probably start dating sometime in the AU) (both Remus and Prentiss wore raggedy red dresses and Roman got pissy about Remus stealing his color)

- dating Janus and living with him + Annabelle Cane (more on her later)

Roman:

- The Desolation

- known as The Prince of Total Desolation/The Prince of Devastation

- was The Lightless Flame’s attempt to salvage the idea of having a Messiah and all the work that was put into that (a failed attempt at that)

- a lot of “he hurts everyone close to him because of the intensity of his love for them (“also he can’t touch anyone without burning them alive)” going on with him

- him and Jude Perry are lesbian/gay hostility (also Jude pretty much HATES Roman because he’s quite literally the “replacement” for the woman she loved) but sometimes have their moments of coexistence

- him and Virgil have something going on but it isn’t clear to anyone (including me) what exactly it is

speaking of…

Virgil:

- The Dark

- it was close between The Dark and The End but ultimately I went for The Dark

- ascended to Avatar-hood earliest out of everyone else (at like something between 14-17 idk)

- much more on the human-ish end of the spectrum (main thing is his eyes, i’ll drop the design soon i promise)

- Janus (who’ll i get to next) was like a mentor/older sibling figure for him, and tried to get him to become an avatar of The Web (is still trying to do so) which is why 1) Virgil is still closely tied to spiders, and 2) mostly why Virgil Does Not Like Janus

- Virgil still has a pet tarantula that Janus had given him, he’s tried to muster up the will to kill her or get rid of her more times than he can count now, to cut off his ties with The Web, but he just can’t bring himself to do it

- him and gerry (who i’ve decided doesn’t die in this au and instead becomes a fully realized Beholding Avatar) are close friends and most of their interactions go something like:

“You fell in love with the fucking personification of insanity and lies" "big talk for a guy with a crush on the biggest bitch of a fancy dumpster fire" "fuck you" "fuck you" "so you're trying to tell me you didn't name yourself after gerard way?" "i didnt" "bullshit, i bet you heard 'mama' and immediately took his name" (gerry’s trans in this, i make the rules)

- Virgil used to be friends with Julia Montauk before someone got jealous and tipped her off that Virgil’s an avatar (they get less toxic later i promise okay?)

- also he’s sorta friends with oliver banks, they have these “oh hey, it’s you” acquaintances and sometimes sit down to catch up like:

“how’s it going with your vast boyfriend? (mike crew)” “oh yeah a Hunter cop shot him he had to pretend to be dead while Buried for a bit but he’s doing better now, tea?” “how’s your bf in the red?” “my what.” “y’know the Lightless Flame’s Messiah 2.0?” “MOTHERFUCKING ROMAN??”

Janus:

- The Web

- okay yes The Spiral is literally the fear of deception, and yes Janus is literally called “Deceit” but this fits him better imo

- he/she Janus because fuck it

- as i said, tried to get Virgil to become a Web Avatar, still trying, how well this is working out for her is up for debate

- he is pulling all the strings possible to keep Virgil far away from The People’s Church of The Divine Host as possible (whether this is out of genuine care and fear for how being in a literal cult would affect Virgil’s wellbeing or a want to keep Virgil’s connection to The Dark as possible… that’s also up for debate)

- has severe scarring on the entire right side of her face, how did that happen? basically, Mary Keay wanted to test to make sure the Leitner skin book was real, so she hired janus (who also brought Virgil, and that’s how gerry and Virgil met) to help with that, long story short, she then backstabbed him and tried to skin him alive. janus got away but let’s just say she’s pretty damn lucky Virgil was there to get him to a hospital

- dating Remus (and eventually Logan) and lives with Remus + Annabelle Cane

- Speaking of Annabelle Cane, one day while Remus and Janus were just cuddling on the couch, Annabelle just walked in, said “We’re a colony now”, and set up in the spare bedroom s5 style and Janus + Remus were just like “oh-kay?” and went on with their day

- if you’ve ever seen that one “passive aggressive roommate” song on youtube, that’s Janus and Annabelle. both are the passive aggressive roommate.

- spider limbs from his back as well as the several hands thing because why the hell not, it works

Patton:

- The Eye

- mainly the being judged/having your secrets exposed aspects (because in sander sides he is literally the judge over thomas’ morality, his job is to watch over thomas’ actions and tell him whether or not he’s a good person)

- certain people make eye contact with with him and Know that he Knows all the bad things they’ve done, and feel the compulsion to spill their guts, once they start, they cannot stop no matter how hard they try

- after the fact, his victims find a teddy bear sitting on their bed that always seems to be Watching them no matter where they go

- works at The Magnus Institute, where he meets Logan, who, during his transition to becoming an avatar, was one of his biggest supports, since he was going through the same thing, they start dating after a while, and by the time of the Prentiss + Remus attack, they’re engaged (they both fully ascend only a few months after their wedding)

- [insert patton having a moral crisis because he doesn’t want to be a monster that feeds off of people’s fear but he has to and part of him likes it wow this is reminding me of a certain other Beholding Avatar]

- idk how it happens but he still becomes a father figure for Virgil somehow, i’ll figure out specifics eventually

Logan:

- The Vast

- while i absolutely love Beholding!Logan hear me out. the fear of insignificance works so well here.

- he started working at The Magnus Institute a year or two before Patton (and five or six years before the Prentiss + Remus attack)

- i cannot overstate how everyone in the au thinks he’s Beholding: Jon thinks he’s Beholding, Gertrude thought he was Beholding, Gerry, who canonically has an ability to tell if people are marked by an avatar and who, for the purposes of this au is an avatar of The Eye, thinks he’s Beholding, motherfucking Elias/Jonah thinks he’s Beholding, Virgil, Janus, Annabelle, everyone thinks he’s Beholding EXCEPT Remus, who just knows for some reason (at one point when Patton and Logan got engaged Remus was like “damn patton you’re so committed to the eye, wouldn’t have figured you’d marry a vast avatar.” “a what”)

- to be fair, he was like 0.5 seconds away from becoming an Eye Avatar then BOOM BITCH VAST JUMPSCARE (The Eye is immensely bitter) and is partially Eye-aligned

- when Patton and Logan started dating, Logan just kinda assumed that Patton knew he was a Vast avatar

- after Patton learns, the convo goes something like “but- you work with the institute? how are you an avatar of the vast?” “i still need to eat, patton, and rent in central london is not cheap.”“huh.”

- Logan has a tie that Patton got him after learning he was a Vast avatar, the tie has a blue sky that fades into a deeper blue at the top, has some clouds and birds scattered around, and has a colorful sunset at the bottom, he wore that to their wedding and every day after

- there is healthy communication between all parties when Logan starts dating Remus and Janus as well

- probably levitates elias/jonah over the edge of a building for threatening/traumatizing Patton at some point, Elias had no clue that Logan was a Vast avatar until that moment (self-made blind spot, like the one he had around Martin being a threat)

- Jon and Logan would be friends. they just would.

- Logan’s probably the one who convinces Virgil to go to therapy

that’s most of what i have right now, i will probably continue to talk about these bastards + post the designs

[ourloveisforthelovely]

House of Black (Part 3)

Regulus Black AU

Request: Regulus and his wife are raising Sirius’ daughter after he ends up in Azkaban. Now after his escape Sirius comes to them to thank them and get to know his daughter.

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader. Former Sirius x Reader

Link to Part 2

 Rating: T 

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(The next day)

Remus was attempting to make Grimmauld Place somewhat more presentable. He had been “trying” for the past day while Sirius followed him around offering an oily rag and match to “just burn the damned place down” but Remus knew this was the best place for the meetings (Whether Sirius agreed or not).

“You would think that little prince Regulus would have taken care of this rat hole.”

Remus sighed and looked up finally having enough. While he didn’t blame Sirius in the slightest about being moody when it came to being locked up in Grimmauld Place…being a total pain in the ass wasn’t doing anyone any favors.

“Sirius, behaving like this isn’t doing anyone any good. Regulus and Y/n have their own lives apart from this place. They didn’t live here. Your parents did.”

Sirius scowled. He knew that he was being stubborn however, with all of the shit that had gone wrong in his life being stubborn was the least of his worries.

“Right, he was too busy stealing my girl and my kid.”

Remus put down the bottle of cleaner at that and turned around. He was willing to listen to many things, but Sirius dragging you through the mud wasn’t one of them. Remus was the one friend that came to your wedding to Regulus. He was the “one friend” that supported you through everything in your life. While he didn’t always care for Regulus, Remus knew that Regulus was the one thing that made you happy so that was enough for him.

Regarding Abby, Remus was ready to fight on that one. Neither Regulus nor yourself had to take the child in but you did. The two of you stepped up when no one else would. Remus had considered offering to take Abby but he knew that there was no way that he could financially support a child. Regulus and yourself could…and you did.

“Do you want me to bitch slap you or something?”

Remus asked making the expression on Sirius’ face fall. The cocky brooding man had been replaced by one that knew he was about to receive a Remus Lupin ass chewing.

“Uh…do I have a choice?”

Remus ran a hand through his hair before taking a deep breath.

“Y/n hasn’t been your girl since you left her for Abby’s mother. Regulus has been nothing but good to Y/n. They love each other and I swear to Merlin if you try to mess with them I will kick you in the balls myself then hold you down while Regulus does it. Just so you know the little brother is bigger than the big brother now. Who cares if it's only by a little, Regulus will kill you with a smile on his face when it comes to Y/n. Sirius, you need to be thankful that they took care of Abby from the get-go. They didn’t have to. She wasn’t their baby but that didn’t matter to them. It speaks wonders of Y/n’s character that she would agree to raise her ex-boyfriend’s child from the whore that he cheated on her with but what do I apparently know? I think that you owe Regulus and Y/n both a few thousand thank yous.”

Sirius looked like a child that had been scolded and put into the naughty corner. While he realized that he would have to address the issue of “Abby” with Regulus at some point…that didn’t mean that he wanted to. Sirius didn’t want to look at the smug expression on Regulus’ perfectly sculpted little face as Sirius gave him some “thank you for tending to my child while I was locked up” speech.

“Yeah, maybe I do but that doesn’t mean that I have to be happy about it.”

Remus shook his head.

“You can really be impossible sometimes. You got to meet your daughter, who reminds me of your brother, and you aren’t the least bit thankful that he fed her and kept a roof over her head?”

Sirius was silent again for a moment. God damn, he hated admitting that Remus was right. If it hadn’t been for Regulus and yourself, Sirius would have had no clue what would have happened to Abby. He hated thinking, even more, about how Abby really did remind him of Regulus. She had the same cold eyes that made Sirius wonder what was really going on behind them. There was also the fact that she looked strangely like Walburga as a child.

While Sirius was beyond thankful to finally meet Abby and Harry in person…it was also a cruel reminder that he had missed nearly all of their lives. He had missed it all. From Abby’s first steps up until her starting school and thankfully being sorted into Gryffindor. Regulus, however, had been there for all of it.

“Remus, can you stop making sense at the moment? I want to bitch.”

Remus rolled his eyes before returning back to work.

“Well, get it out of your system because Regulus and Y/n will be here soon. I personally don’t want to hear it and neither does Y/n or anyone else for that matter. Now make yourself useful and go clean something.”

Remus tossed a cleaning bottle over his shoulder before stomping into another room to give his poor mind peace.

(Two hours later)

You stood outside Grimmauld Place, holding onto Regulus’ hand. Neither of you had moved in some time. The last time that either of you had been into Grimmauld Place was when Walburga died. Neither of you had wanted to go back. For Regulus, it was the knowledge that he could let his hellish childhood go and truly “be free.” For yourself, it was seeing Regulus finally “come alive.” He no longer had to be the perfect son that his parents had expected him to be. Regulus could no be himself.

You had a sinking feeling that being back in Grimmauld Place would bring out the worst in your husband. Looking at his face, you could see the disgust with being back here.

“Too bad we didn’t burn this place down when we had the chance.”

Regulus muttered. He knew that he had been in a foul mood from the moment that Kreacher came to wake the two of you up. Regulus felt even worse that you were probably having a shift fest of a morning because of him. He had spent hours the previous night brooding on whether or not seeing Sirius again would awaken old emotions that you once held for his older brother. It seemed like when he finally went to sleep it was time to wake right back up.

“Reg, it will be okay, love.”

You said, hoping to sound comforting. The look on Regulus’ face made your heartache. You knew his worry. He didn’t even have to say it for you to know. Regulus was worried about you developing feelings for Sirius and once again Regulus would be shoved out. He always felt like the “second choice” and he didn’t want to feel that way again.

“One can only hope.”

Regulus grumbled. You took a breath before moving to stand in front of your husband. You wrapped your arms around Regulus’ neck and pressed a series of kisses to his cheek.

“Regulus, I want you to listen to me and hear me. I love you. Seeing Sirius again isn’t going to do anything or change anything. When he and I broke up, it was done. I wasn’t staying with someone that cheated on me. That’s when you came along and fixed everything. I’m with you because I love you. I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

Regulus’ face softened a bit. Once again he reminded you of the shy boy that you had fallen in love with so quickly. He looked around as if to make sure that Walburga (dead or not) wasn’t hovering to listen to this conversation. Regulus didn’t want anyone to see him be weak.

“Do you promise?”

He asked, in barely a whisper. Your eyes softened before wrapping your hand through his.

“I swear to it…with everything I have. Regulus, I married you because you are the one that my heart needs. You make me happy.”

You added before slowly unbuttoning the black shirt that he was wearing slightly. Regulus gave you a look as if you had lost your mind. You have him a cheeky smirk before tracing your finger of the tattoo over his heart…the constellation in the sky from the night he proposed.

“This…us…means everything.”

You said. Regulus opened his mouth to say something but stopped when Remus opened the door. Remus raised an eyebrow at the sight in front of him.

“Do the two of you need a moment?”

Regulus quickly buttoned his shirt back up while you hid the smirk on your face behind your hand.

“We are fine.”

Regulus commented as Remus shrugged and turned his attention to you.

“It's good to see you, Y/n. Are you doing well?”

You moved to hug Remus. Faithful Remus Lupin…the one friend from childhood that you could always count on was once again checking on you when he should be worrying about himself. Both Regulus and yourself had tried to find a way to try to help Remus over the years (even if he didn’t exactly want to be too receptive to it).

“I’m fine. You are looking well. How are you feeling?”

Remus shrugged again before noticing Sirius poking his head in from the other room.

The nosey ass in him couldn’t stay away.

Remus thought before turning his attention back to you.

“I feel well. Better than a few weeks ago, I suppose. Come on in. We don’t need a lot of attention on us.”

Both Regulus and yourself walked in. Neither of you wanted to be back in Grimmauld Place and seeing the drab gloomy darkness of the room only added to that feeling.

“Well, I see it's still cozy here.”

Regulus grumbled as Sirius walked in. A frown immediately took its place on Regulus’ face. While he believed that Sirius was innocent that didn’t mean that he was ready to face him in person. Part of Regulus still blamed Sirius for walking out and leaving him in that house. There was also the part of him that loathed his older brother for how he did you. How some dolt could cheat on such an angel of a woman was beyond Regulus’ comprehension.

Sirius meanwhile, felt equally as shocked to see Regulus. Even with all of the years that had passed, Regulus still looked just as he had the last time that Sirius had seen him. The only difference was the fact that Regulus had “grunged” down a bit. His hair was longer and he made no attempt to make the curls stop from forming like he used to. Sirius’ eyes fell down to Regulus’ left arm (where he knew the dark mark was) but was relieved to see that his little brother’s whole left forearm was covered in tattoos.

Thank god…I couldn’t bring myself to look at that. I bet mother had a heart attack when her little darling got tattoos that he can't hide.”

Sirius made a mental note to ask about that one later…when things weren’t so tense.

“Regulus…”

Sirius managed to get out. Regulus raised an eyebrow.

“Very good. I see you remember my name.”

Regulus knew that it was a cold response but he couldn’t help it. The “hurt” child in him was still hurt and getting over pain wasn’t something that Regulus Black did well. Evan Rosier didn’t call Regulus “King Petty” for no reason.

Sirius blinked awkwardly.

“Uh yeah… it's good to see you.”

Regulus didn’t respond for a moment before awkwardly saying “uh huh” in return. Sirius knew that this was going to be one hell of a “let's catch up.” Part of him had been hoping that Regulus would be receptive to some form of reconciliation. Clearly, that was not going to be the case.

Sirius sighed before turning to look at you. Part of him wished that he hadn’t. You were just as beautiful as Sirius remembered. Even after a handful of years, you were still stunning. You reminded him so much of a young Euphemia.

What made Sirius uncomfortable was how “fancy” you looked. Clearly, you were using your family or the Black’s money well.

Regulus probably dresses her like this…Y/n never cared about clothes or money before.

Sirius thought. His eyes fell down to your hand that was locked in Regulus’. From there he stood, Sirius could see the ridiculous engagement and wedding band on your finger.

She better not go swimming…she will drown with that thing on her hand.

Sirius thought before finally bringing himself to speak.

“Y/n… it's so good to see you again.”

From your place beside Regulus, you wished that you could say the same thing. Sirius wasn’t the person that you remembered. He didn’t have the same jovial smile that he used to wear all the time. Now he looked nearly defeated, which made you sad. You never thought that you would see the day when Sirius Black looked like this.

The good part, you felt nothing romantically. Part of you (the part that would never tell Regulus) worried that deep down…you would see Sirius and there might…just might be some feelings. Yet, there wasn’t. There was nothing but pity and slight heartache. Sirius didn’t deserve what happened to him. Regardless of what happened between the two of you, as a couple, you would have wished 12 years in Azkaban on him.

“Yes.”

You replied, not knowing how to respond. The last thing that you wanted to do was give Sirius any hope or Regulus anything to worry about. Remus, meanwhile, noticed your tension and decided to come in.

“Y/n, would you help me start the tea? The others will be arriving soon.”

You moved to kiss Regulus on the cheek before following Remus into the kitchen. Regulus watched as Sirius’ eyes were on you the whole time.

Time to put a stop to this.

Sirius turned back to his brother hoping to say something. There was an uncomfortably cold expression on Regulus’ face.

“I’ve got my eyes on you so you just watch it.”

Regulus turned and walked from the room without another word.

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[cartoonedin]

sapphire dorm + video games hcs. probably ooc but idc <3

sophia touches grass too much to be considered a gamer girl but after rory introduces her to first-person shooters? you're dead. you're gone. you're her dad you're reporting her but she'll never be dead or gone because pro teams all over the country are trying to recruit her. which country. who knows. she only plays at her friends' houses on saturdays because she doesn't want her brother to snitch on her swearing but sometimes she uses her 'oops i fell off a cliff again and need to call for help' projection and gets banned from those houses too. she and her horse-poop-covered hands hate mobile games. her parents are the reason new candy crush levels are still being added but she has neither the patience nor the long-term planning skills for level one. did the genocide route on undertale in record time because she thought it was how the game was meant to be played. into red dead redemption for the horses and the bearded cowboys who learn about fatherhood via gunfights.

ava is a handheld console girlie. if pokemon nurse were an actual profession she'd be employee of the month thirteen times a year. her animal crossing island has a better economy than every continent combined. that being said the day her brothers introduced her to warioware was the day the world was introduced to true bloodshed. has broken at least one controller because of sheer emotional attachment to a cute character. treats pikmin like a survival horror game and dead space like a sci-fi romcom. got the pacifist ending in undertale and does not understand why other rpgs don't have the mercy option. unless rory's in the game at which point she brings out the laser guns or whatever to get back at him for making her reveal her middle name. you know he's let that slip to more than one call of duty lobby ok let a girl live.

layla's favourite game is google chrome. she's boring and i love her for that. she speedruns minesweeper and solitaire to get her mind off particularly devastating biographies. she's friends with everyone's parents on candy crush and scrabble. she could be a gm on chess.com but she overthinks her moves to the point of losing on time despite playing as white. she's almost been hacked so many times because she can't resist correcting bad moves on word formation advertisements and gets led to online casino #infinity or something. she has a lifelong streak on every new york times game except vertex because you cannot tell me wildstar's constant use of her magic didn't destroy her eyesight even further.

isabel puts the bro in smash bros. rotates between king k. rool, sonic, and greninja because she has a brand and it must be tangential to adhd medication. in the same vein as sophia i think she touches grass too much to be considered a gamer girl but she makes rory keep up with madden and fifa news just to figure out if she's been added to the latest installment. she has a skateboard on her dorm wall but never uses it so i'm thinking she played through the og trilogy of tony hawk's games as a kid and echoed every voice line to the point of perfect memorisation. take the word dude away from her and she's mute. also i think she discovered happy wheels on her mom's computer and ruined several important business presentations that way.

valentina is a slightly grown ipad kid. i'm sorry but you can't tell me she didn't steal her style from dress to impress. also she rates everyone one star on those games not because she's a corrupt voter but because she has a sixth sense for when a bitch is hiding bacon hair beneath a hundred layers of sparkles. up there with isabel in terms of lacking screen time video game wise because i truly believe her family would spend their money on better (read: elite-r) past times but she 1000% plays the sims. one world is for planning fashion moments and carrying on the digital furi bloodline. one world is for drowning people by deleting their pool ladders and saying "not now sweetie mommy's cyberbullying the mayor" to her baby who's on fire.

rory's room looks like a gamestop. idc about his canon phone case he is SILLY. he will play anyone in smash as long as it looks funny next to the other character but he has a soft spot for kirby, yoshi, zero suit samus (isabel side eyes him very hard for this at first but it's still a very gay choice i promise) and wii fit trainer. his personality is held together by goat simulator, untitled goose game, and donut county. also duct tape and blue raspberry gum. he trolls a little (a lot) on first person shooters and mmorpgs mostly so he can pretend with an ounce of plausible deniability that he's just having a fun unserious time when sophia and/or ava beat his ass at both even though they're on the same team.

[mdhwrites]

Clark and Lois are BOTH Hypocrites and that’s GOOD

From an outside, ‘objective’ opinion, we as an audience can condemn one over the other. We can say that Lois is worse or Clark is worse but that’s defeating the point and beauty of the scene at the end of Episode 5 for My Adventures with Superman which is that they both think they’re in the right and have a right to be angry and hurt.

Spoilers going forward. Also, this is complex enough that I actually already covered Lois’ side of this and why her jumping was an emotional Catch 22. Short version is that Clark turning out to be Superman is not only a repeat of both her parents but also the first person to defy her expectations of the world turned out to potentially be just as bad, but him catching her also proves why she likes him so much.

But what about Clark’s side? It’s his secret after all. He shouldn’t have to tell anyone. It could put them in danger, he needs to trust them, isn’t it right for him to not tell anyone?

...Not after episode four. Episode four proved that the secret is selfish. He goes to tell her right there, right then in that hallway. And it’s actually entirely in character but for complicated reasons. He is SCARED of his powers before episode 2 effectively. His entire life, he has seen them as a problem. As such, the secret can’t hurt anyone because it’s only a problem for everyone, himself included. Hence why he wants to live a normal life, fall in love, etc. like that while still following his calling to help people by being a reporter.

Lois talking about how much lies hurt her, how she’s been feeling off, changes that. Briefly, Clark sees that it is still a lie. That all his moralizing is still true. It’s still a secret, it’s still keeping her in the dark and he should change that. And his moralizing REALLY matters here because if you’re going to bitch at EVERYONE for lying, stealing and pretending you’re someone you’re not (2/3 Clark has railed against before having to be Superman later, which enforces a secret as he pretends he’s not that person but someone else) then it means more when you break those morals.

But Clark is still a person. He’s not the embodiment of Lawful Good. Lawful Good after all dictates that he shouldn’t bother with a secret identity. That it’s wrong and you should tell the truth. But when Lois says she hates Superman, it brings all those fears back. It brings all the worries that these powers make it so he’s alone and alien rather than the normal guy he wants to be.

It’s also why during the argument, Lois just has the better argument. He’s lying, he’s putting himself in danger, he’s not caring about how much she worries about him despite her effectively spelling it out for him before forcing his hand. Even if she’s a bigger hypocrite because lies and secrets have been her thing... Have you also noticed that she hasn’t been doing that for an episode or so? Do you think she’s told ANYONE in the past DECADE about her father? But to not explain would have been lying and she is trying to do better by episode four. She is trying to act like someone Clark can like. A better person who trust again.

Meanwhile, Clark has NOTHING. His first claim is that she doesn’t know what’s going on in the city and when Lois tells him to tell her then, he drops it which of course he does! He doesn’t know what’s going on either! So instead it becomes smaller scale attacks. That she hates Superman. That he has no idea what she’ll do. Specific reasons why now, but not a couple days ago, he isn’t willing to trust her with the secret.

And that brings up the fact that while Lois has lied to Clark... I would bet money that Lois asks if Jimmy knows the next episode. And Clark isn’t going to have a good excuse for why he can’t trust his best friend with the secret either. Sure, Jimmy has Flamebird but does he really think Jimmy would betray him for a few views? Does he look at Jimmy that poorly?

And that’s what makes all of this work. No one is wholly in the right, but no one is wholly in the wrong (except maybe Jimmy who’s just kind of getting hurt as collateral to everything). Worse yet, when the conversation happens, Clark is caught off guard and just came back from a real nasty fight while Lois has spent at least the past fifteen minutes, if not much longer, worrying about tomorrow’s headline being “Super Roast! Come get some fried hero today!” Their emotions are a mess and the worst responses to the lies and pain come out.

Which makes the fact that they’re obviously both go to save Jimmy a good thing. A shared reminder of the good they both see in one another, a chance to talk after even just a little time has passed and a third voice to tell the two to breathe.

It’s tragic and it’s painful and it’s messy and in ways cartoons very, VERY rarely are willing to address, let alone so quickly, let alone as well as it is for how quick it has happened, but there is a ray of light at the end of this tunnel. A promise for a better future for all three. One where they are genuinely the three amigos. The three musketeers.

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[necros-writing-stuff]

Lapdog jealousy. See’s Darius with another older Caucasian Sheperd or another little toy dog, and immediately starts stirring shit up to make sure Darius’s eye stays on him and so the other dogs know they’re nothing.

If it's a smaller dog, they’re subtle and hurtful. Always commenting on their fur and pedigree and insulting and belittling them whenever possible. Bigger dogs they try and seduce them or enrage them the same way to make Darius intervene.

Cranks up the snark with Darius too and the teasing stealing more treats marking up clothes and getting more risque.

When Darius later fucks Lapdog out of frustration, domination, or just lust, Lapdog is extra rough and wants it extra rough. Bites and claws into Darius’s skin, growling and pulling at his fur, demanding he take him harder, demanding he mark him up. They tell Darius that just as they’re his bitch their mate, he’s their stud and makes sure Darius won't forget no other dog person will be the same. No other dog can take it like them or make Darius go as wild.

Dare is so confused. You're acting worse than usual, biting remarks aimed at not just him, but his friend. His friend that he knew from his military working days. Who he's checking on because they were retired from a bad injury.

"Yeah I can barely bend over without feeling it, even after all of the physical therapy they've put me through. The shrapnel was only a few centimetres from my spine."

You're grinning at that, body stretching. You can bend just fine, something Darius knows. His gaze flickers to your exposed abdomen as you do, your shirt riding up.

"They at least taking care of you, Dean?" He can't look at you right now, not when you're being such a cunt to an old friend.

The Rhodesian Ridgeback nods, rearranging himself and his pillow on the couch. "Yeah, but I'm closely monitored with my meds. You... you can guess why."

Yeah, he can. The pup had had an issue with pain killers in the past after a leg break.

You snort, and Dare's temper rises. "I can't really, why would they need to?" Your tone betrays your intention. You can guess, you just want to be mean.

It's been years since then, but the shame hasn't left Dean. He coughs and looks away as his owner comes in, the mood thoroughly soured. The old lady follows him, wobbling around. Sophia had been kind enough to let Darius come, even though she herself is having a bad day with her hip. They'll have to head home soon enough.

You're even back to treat stealing, stuffing your face with food meant for Darius and smiling when he scowls down at you.

You don't let up your teasing as the night goes on, bitchiness hidden under a veil of innocent curiosity that only Dare and Dean pick up on. He doesn't know how he doesn't blow up on you then and there, but he holds off and whispers an apology to Dean when they do leave. He'll be back to see him - without you.

That doesn't mean he can't figure out which stick you've had up your ass all evening.

Things stay quiet as Sophia gets to bed, your hips bumping against his thigh while your tail flicks against his wrist. He ignores you. Until he can hear the old lady's snores.

Then he drags you into his room by the scruff of your neck, a snarl curling his lips as he slams you against his bed.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? What, you want to kick a poor dog while he's down? You need it to make yourself feel better?" His snarls are so heated that spit flies from his mouth, landing on your cheek and meeting tears from your eyes.

"You love him! You love him and you'll leave me even though you're mine!" Each word that escapes your lips is a pathetic whimper, your ears pinned to your head and tail tucked in sorrow.

Darius tuts, letting go of you, letting you fall against the mattress. "Dumb little bitch. He's a brother to me, saved my life as I saved his. Plus he's fucking that owner of his, which you'd have smelled if you weren't so hell-bent on covering yourself in my scent."

Tears starting to dry, you look up through your lashes and sniffle. "But-"

"No fucking buts. You were a brat tonight, and you'll go back to apologise and explain to Dean why you were being the way you were."

That gets you. Eyes widening, mouth falling open. "... explain that I'm your bitch and your my stud?"

Sighing, Dare runs his hand through his hair. "Aye, but more so that you were being jealous and that you're very sorry for taking it out on Dean."

"But you are mine." That pout you're making is adorable, he'll give you that.

His belt buckle clicks as he undoes it, clothes ruffling when he removes them. "Yeah, I'm yours. Turn over now, I'll prove it to you."

Even when you're acting like an ass, you always get what you want from him. You always have your cake and eat it. Almost literally, you're a vicious cunt that night in how you mark him with tooth and claw. Your words are sharp when you beg him to do the same. Your body electrified and energetic as you work him to exhaustion.

He was meant to be putting you in your place. So much for that. You've got him as putty in your velvet hands.