#so now I just gotta hope that the cheese was just. strong. and it was fine maybe.

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

I'm just sitting here waiting to get food poisoning. There was something wrong with that cheese, man... But bitch what else am I supposed to do? Just gotta find out, I guess.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #187

I still don't have quite enough sleep. I stayed up a little later than I wanted to, but I still wanted to go to the nice place with the awesome leader, which meant I woke up early, because the place is an hour away. It has been some time since last I wasn't too overwhelmed to go. I'm glad I went.

I was in a lot more pain than usual today, though, so I wasn't able to be chipper or to mingle in the way I usually do. I'm really glad that no one seemed to mind.

At the place, there is a young teenage girl who I wanted to give my collection of Pokémon cards to. She is very interested in them, and I had a great big huge binder full of some of the old ones that were around way back when they first came out. I arranged them in pages of sleeves - 18 cards per page - in numerical order. The formatting of these cards has changed dramatically over the years. I don't really like the new formatting, and the old formatting isn't widely available anymore, so I don't collect them anymore. So what's my binder gonna do other than sit on a shelf somewhere, collecting dust? Better that it goes to someone who will be able to appreciate them a little more.

But she hasn't been coming to the place recently, I guess. So I left it with the older gentleman that she is usually with; he will give her the binder. I hope she likes it. But if she doesn't, I suppose I can always take it back, if she doesn't want it.

When we were done, J and I went to Eggcellent again. I was extra tired and cranky from the sleep deprivation and the rib pain, so I got two matcha lattes; one had rose syrup, tea jelly, and cream cheese foam, and the other one was basically the same, except it had lavender syrup instead of rose syrup:

I split each of these with J; he seemed to like sharing them with me, and that was good.

...I spent the rest of the day trying to design a house, with mixed success. It's nowhere near done yet. And I'm not really sure I'm liking the layout. And no... I can't show it to you when it's done, which really super sucks, but it is what it is.

At some point during all that, J reminded me that I have to come up for air every now and then when I'm working on things; I'm a lot like you in that if I'm left to my own devices, the hyperfocus becomes strong, and I don't eat, drink, or sleep properly like I should. I'm probably pretty dehydrated, actually... Suppose I had better fix that...

Well, in any case, J took me on a brief walk outside. The sun was setting, and it was especially nice today, so naturally, I tried to snag a few pictures for you...

...And that's all I've got. I hope you enjoyed looking at these as much as I enjoyed taking them for you; the world is full of beauty amidst the darkness. You just gotta know where to look.

...I should get to sleep. So I'm gonna get some water, and then go to sleep. I've got a visual field test tomorrow morning, I guess, because I had been having this weird thing happen in my left eye somewhat recently whereby a decent chunk of my vision is obscured by a navy-blue splotch for a fraction of a second, every several minutes.

It was doing that for a number of weeks, and then it stopped happening. But they don't know what it is, and my eyes look healthy from the exam just a few days ago. They imagine it's an ocular migraine of some kind (though there was no headache), but they're gonna do the visual field test just to make sure there's nothing weird afoot. I'm gonna assume it's nothing to worry about; possibly just stress-induced or something.

...Next week is gonna be rough. I've got the eye doctor, I gotta get a dress modified, there's therapy, and then orientation for the new job, and then I'm gonna get 4 teeth extracted. It's a lot. I'm daunted. But it'll be okay. I've got this. Don't you worry your pretty little head about me, all right? I'm gonna be just fine. But if you wanna maybe wish me a bit of luck, perseverance, endurance, and resolve, I certainly would appreciate it. And if you don't wanna, then that's okay, too; I'll be all right either way.

I love you. I'll write again tomorrow. Please stay safe.

Your friend, Lumine

[spurgie-cousin]

just jotting down thoughts on the new Sister Wives as I watch the new episode since everyone I'd usually rant to is asleep:

- I hope Robyn esp has to watch the clip of Janelle crying bc she's realized that if she wants to leave Kody, she'll literally have no financial assets or savings bc of how tied up she is financially with the family. I say Robyn bc Kody probably won't care and bc Robyn's decisions have been financially tormenting that family since she got there and I want her to realize the cost of that.

- if Robyn's house was a hoarding situation at any point, she's cleaned it up but man is it cluttered. Every inch of the wall has something, every inch of her kitchen counters have something, it's very much giving Jill Rodrigues if she had a million dollar house.

- Meri is the only one out of the entire family that has Christmas with Robyn, Kody, and their kids (edit: on actual Xmas day). Kody and Robyn say that "tone down their romantic tension" 🤢 when Meri's around bc they know it's gotta be awkward for her. Meri says in a talking head that yea, it is super awkward and she feels like the "other woman" (I get what you mean Meri but if that were the case at least you'd be getting some). She also says Kody and Robyn are "bad at hiding it".

- Kody gets all the Robyn kids mini motorbikes for Christmas and doesn't even call Savanah (Jenelle's youngest who still lives in the same area as him) on xmas eve or day, or even the week and a half leading up to it.

- Kody ignores his other kids that are in town to see their mom(s) for the holiday too of course (all of Janelle's sons). Kody explains in a talking head that bc he and his "loyal wife" want a special Christmas, he's blocking "everything else" out for the day (I audibly gasped) 🙃🙃

- Sol & Ari (Robyn's youngest kids) do talking heads for I think the first time, talking about how Kody puts gross toppings on his crepes (berries and aioli and mozzarella cheese? He explains he does that bc "it's a burrito but French" which is not only wrong but also still doesn't make those toppings make sense).

- Those talking heads are the first time I've noticed how old Ari is especially, which makes it that much weirder to me that Robyn still allegedly let's her use a pacifier. I think she's 7 or 8??

- Kody has a convo with his brother in law (who was also polygamist and got a divorce) where he says some of the *stupidest* shit I've ever heard him say...... one highlight is he mentions something about how all "strong men throughout history" have had "more than one woman" at a time whether married or not 🙄🙄

- one thing every single one of the wives have said at one point or another is that Kody is fundamentally changed in some angry way and that they "don't recognize him anymore".

- Meri says she believes she's the only one that she's 100% sure Kody regrets marrying with tears in her eyes and I'm not totally sure why she says that bc she doesn't really elaborate

- Kody goes on a long rant about divorce making him go to some dark places and think some dark thoughts and at first I'm like, yea ok break ups suck and they make you really weird for a while I'm not gonna fault you there. But then he starts to say that some of those dark thoughts have to do with running away from his entire life, including Robyn and his 2 little kids, and starting over somewhere else???? I was SHOOK

- Christine and her kids and Janelle's kids all seem so happy together 🥲 Gabe (one of Janelle's sons) says he feels abandoned by Kody and Robyn

- Mykelti, her daughter Avalon, Truely, and Ysabel go over to Robyn's house for late Christmas and stayed the night. I thought that was nice at least but Kody still didn't invite Savanah which makes me sad.

- at the end of the episode Kody says he knows he's going about some things wrong right now but he's in a bad place and he knows there will be "other Christmases" presumably where he can make up for it, to which I say NO sir you do not know that actually and you are never promised another day with any of your children‼️‼️so for the love of God get your shit together and make them feel loved

[sandwhich-lady]

The time has finally come. Over all four years of my high school career I made a running list of quotes from high school and I vowed to post it when I graduated. And well, the time has come. So without further ado I present

Things High Schoolers Have Said: A Saga

Freshman year:

*while talking to a teacher* "this just proves short people are a menace to society"

"If we were comparing to spices, you *points at teacher* would be a ghost pepper and you *points at friend* would be ketchup"

Someone walking by: "like oh, hell is real"

"No dont trust me"

"You need to eat food bitch"

*talking about people hating pineapple on pizza* "I hope you had a satisfactory life because Imma end it"

"The eyesore of a church the sky daddy punished me with"

"Frankly, I dont know if I've been alive for 200 days"

"Are you eating a fucking egg with pineapple"

"They're like oh highschool is preparing you for college and then you get to college and your professor shows up in a t-shirt and shorts and with a jug of sprite"

"I had a very strong urge to eat my math homework" -me

"Honestly at this rate, why dont you trust me?"

"Because I still have some hope yet"

*laughs* " wow I dont know how to crush that"

"...There are cursive numbers??"

Sophomore year:

"Dont do anything you wont regret"

"I dont have the energy to bounce, Amy"

"I'm gonna quit band so I can work on actually not killing myself"

"I have the mentality of a 12 year old who just discovered sex"

"YOU GOTTA FLOWWW"

"LET ME ABSORB THE POTATO"

"You are so white. You are *so* white oh my god the the double l in El Pollo Loco not pronounced like a hard l! It's a yo sound"

"Apparently the bugs are really horny today"

"Wait where are you going?"

"I've been traumatized enough"

*stares at smushed sandwhich like questioning the audacity*

*yelled* "You're a loser! Talk to me when you're over five feet tall!"

"Crying, shaking, throwing up. Violently shaking."

"Ah! My lightsaber is stuck" -my euro teacher

"I cant wear crocs, I'm a 6'3" white guy"

"Kangaroos are like standing rabbits"

*picking victims for a murder mystery game*

"Mr [teacher's]...wife"

"Leave her out of this!"

"Is joe biden your phone lock screen?"

*offended* "no its pitbull"

"I almost punched a freshman yesterday"

"How much would you sell your soul for?"

"Panera bread mac n cheese"

"What's the point of fanfiction if it doesnt have sex in it?"

"Nah hes 32, not years old, cause that would be pedophilia"

"You shower naked??"

"I really want to annihilate an uncut loaf of bread"

"However, I think the disco ball constitutes sexy time"

"Sometimes, we all have to get married, and polygamy can be a byproduct of that, for the good of all humanity"

"I'd rather be gay than [be around] drunk men"

"Do you think I could fuck the liberty bell?"

"If you wear those fucking shoes to prom, I will curb stomp you and leave you in the McDonalds parking lot"

"Sometimes you're a little mentally funky"

"My stomach hurts so bad right now. If I throw up, sorry 🤷‍♀️"

"People were trying to commit social interaction with me so I had to leave the classroom"

"I've been channeling all my insanity into [AP] chem all year and now that's its done... I'm just insane"

"I feel like I inhaled liquid crack"

"Why is there communism?!"- looks up in math class to see the communist symbol drawn on the board

Junior Year:

"Bro you'll never guess who I saw"

"Who?"

"Everyone we hate"

-on the first day of school

"Hold it STEADILY, like a BAGUETTE"

"I may be a little obsessed with soup"

*emerging from behind a pillar* "a little? a LITTLE???"

"You're gonna pass out, that's on you"

"I would kill for a baby leopard"

"Everyone in set crew knows my name because you guys keep on yelling it"

"Did you just tell me to piss in a bucket??"

"You're the adolf Hitler of ladders"

"No we're going to invade crustacean world, duh"

"What if hes not here today?"

"No he is, hes wearing his lighting McQueen crocs"

"You're a potato colored mashed potato"

*wrapped in a pumpkin blanket* "its spooky season !!"

"I'm bringing something from my culture...beans on toast"

"But it was funny, therefore I have no regrets"

"What are you testing?"

"Uhh, my will to live"

"What constitutes above average calves?"

"I hate gifts and I hate you! *trips* ...that was karma"

"I can bring sauces...I can bring a variety of sauce" (for waffles)

"Let me be your roomba" to the tune of 🎶let me be your woman🎵

"Life in the midwest used to be really lonely and isolated and like sad...seems to be the same today"

"I don't want to go to No Place for Hate because...I love hating"

"If the grades dont touch neither do you"

"Anything can be a tortellini if you try hard enough"

"Lauren, does this curve look stupid"

"Its almost kidnapping. We dont do that here"

"Would you tell us [the embarrassing nickname] if Landon rizzed you up?"

"No"

"You heartless bitch"

"My moms a marriot slut"

"I think I can gaslight her into giving me an A"

"Their buttholes would have been shaking!"

"Their buttholes WERE shaking"

"Nuh uh!"

"I feel like I should be eating more strawberries...I think god told me"

"So I have to buy it on amazon like a fucking capitalist"

"SUE ME FOR BEING WHITE" -after a heated discussion about bagels

"But like who in their right mind would name their child 'funny valentine'?"

"Wait why did you say 'happy eggs'?"

"No you are not doing a homestuck quote"

Creative writing teacher: "if you do a homestuck quote you will be penalized"

"Mine's an ant romcom"

"Get your baby out of my marmalade"

"I just had the most refreshing five minute nap"

"He bit half the worm and we were like ryan no"

"Anyway, as I was saying, you look like a penguin"

"Are you shitting my dick!"

*after taking a math quiz*

"I'm gonna throw away this pencil, its cursed"

"Got that D tingle"

"I hate it here"

"I'm either the smartest person alive or dumb as shit"

“I get chills when she sings that part”

"I get chills when you shut your mouth"

"[This theatre company] is going to have so many suitcases. Maybe next year we can do a play about planes"

"Thank you?"

"Its a compliment"

"Thank you!"

"Wheres the quicky changy... excuse my lango"

"And colleges want to see that you're suffering"

*playing a game where you pick a category and name things in that category as fast as you can* "Marvel characters. Magneto!"

"Uhh dementia"

"If my heels arent in here I'm wearing crocs"

*comparing id/drivers license photos*

"I look like I'm on drugs"

"I look like I sold you the drugs"

Student A: "Arent we just the best students?"

Teacher: "Uh huh"

Student A: "That didn't sound very sincere"

Student B: "That's because it wasnt"

Student A: "oh"

Senior year:

“I pip pip and I cheerio, it’s just what I do”

“Excuse me, I need to be a little bitch”

*to psych teacher* “I was just wondering, since you’re antisocial, how did back to school night go?”

“I’m not saying a narc and a twink is the same thing, I’m saying you look like a narc AND a twink”

“You know how to turn that on??”

“Yeah, there’s an on button!”

“Bro I went to the beach recently and like I’ve never felt water like that before”

*talking about the existence of chocolate cows*

*from across the room* “what did you just call me?!?”

“What the fuck is anthropology? Is that plants?”

*to phone* “call pickle”

“Oh fiddlesticks!”

“Oh shitdicks!”

“I caught a charizard! I’m gonna name it penis!”

“People keep calling me baby shark and I just want to *strangling motion*, I want to tell them I’m not baby shark, I’m mommy shark”

“Some of these presentations are not going to eat, and I’m gonna be mad because I love a good slideshow”

Friend: “Carissa, why is your laptop so big?”

Me: “what?!” *looks around for validation*

Other friend: “look, I didn’t wanna say anything…”

*someone absolutely headbanging to Last Christmas*

*psych teacher going on a tangent*

“What’s he yapping about?”

“The uzsh (usual)”

*while running past us* “I parked my car in fucking Timbuktu”

*a little later*

Me: “this isn’t Timbuktu, this is like Canada”

*about Winston from 1984* “Damn this bitch is weak…I could bench him”

“So not a fursona but a humansona”

“I feel like I wanna build a bomb”- said in a physics classroom hopped up on Celsius

“Ugh this is so greasy”

“Just how I like my women…I don’t know why I said that”

*about a pair of butterfly scissors* “Look! It’s a little butterfly! Flap flap bitch”

“Are you being racist against clowns?”

“I think I’m gonna go home and do a backflip”

“You’re a furry”

“And you’re a whore”

“I know :)”

“I don’t even like books but I like women”

“Who wouldn’t want this hunk of meat” - tiny Asian girl

*after saying something nice about him* “No but also Carson you suck and you’re awful and we all hate you”

*wins blooket* “I guess I am serving cunt today”

A: “If you were a worm, what’s the first thing you would do?”

B: “Uhh burrow in the dirt.”

A: “That’s such a basic answer”

B: “Well what would you do??”

A: “World domination.”

[some time later]

A: “If you were a cricket what would you do?”

B: “World domination”

A: *weird look* “uh…ok”

B: “What would you do???”

A: “I don’t know, chirp”

“She was like ‘can someone read the definition of male vocalist?’ We don’t even have a male vocalist! The entire cast is nuns!”

“I have this theory, from what I’ve observed. Guys act gayer, girls are gayer”

Psych teacher: “what are you gonna do in Australia? Engineering?”

Alumni: “I’m gonna do women”

“You know what sounds really good right now?”

“S’mores?”

“Jumping off a fucking cliff”

“I was gonna serve cunt today but I slept in. I’ll serve cunt tomorrow”

“I wish I was able to hibernate. I wish I was given the same grace bears wear given”

“What are you so happy about?”

“I have CHICKEN!!”

“I’m gonna bark at him”

“I am sorry to disappoint everyone, but I am a straight individual”

“Four plus four equals ate”

“Ooh what’s 64 divided by 2”

“…32?”

“Oh-“ *was trying to get eight*

“Oh my god, oh my god”

*concerned* “what??”

“My uterus.”

“This train is so hot [read: attractive]”

“That’s called a concussion sweetie”

*to psych teacher* “you have stds?”

“You think he has women??”

“Did I ask?”

“No but I answered”

“Knock knock”

“Who’s there”

“Banana- wait no”

“The chicken is suicidal, the chicken is depressed, and I am the chicken” - about why did the chicken cross the road

“If I wanna hear sonic injesting coke, then I’m going to hear sonic injesting coke godammit”

“This is my bad ear-“

“The fact that you have a bad ear is really concerning”

“Well you have two bad eyes so fuck you”

[avirael]

FFxivWrite 2023

Day 07 - Noisome

"Why the hell did you allow her to come with us, A'viloh??", the Viera standing beside him quietly growled so that the goblin waddling in front of them couldn’t hear it. Rael had used his full name, which meant he possible was in trouble if he wasn't careful now.

A'viloh could see it in Rael‘s face that they were one badly chosen word away from loosing all self-control and strangling someone. Like a bomb thats fuse had been cut off an ilm before detonation, they would go off at whoever would be stupid enough to ignite it again. The Miqo'te strongly hoped that this person wouldn’t be him.

The two of them had been send to Brayflox Longstop to check on the goblin lady who was in charge of the place. It turned out she was up to her neck in problems and obviously A'viloh and Rael (but mostly A’viloh) had offered to help her. In the end the odorous delicacy Wheiskaet had requested was saved and they were ready to return to Costa del Sol when the goblin had offered to accompany them.

"It‘s not like we could have said no, right?", A'viloh asked carefully with an apologetic smile on his face.

Rael glowered at him. "No, of course not! You can never say no to anybody…"

"That’s mean...", the Miqo'te answered with sagged ears and a face that would have made everybody but Rael feel bad for what they just said. And he wasn’t wrong either. Bravely A‘viloh had mastered U’odh’s test, which had more felt like an attempt to bully him. Now the least the Viera could do was tolerate a few annoying goblins a little longer…

Rael’s furious expression softened for a moment as if they contemplated to admit their mistake but that wasn’t exactly their strong suit.

"I am not going to apologise for something that’s true! I know you mean well A'vi, but sometimes you gotta say no. It’s bad enough that I‘m never going to get that horrendous smell out of my clothes again but if that goblin opens her babbling mouth one more time I‘m going to forget myself."

Angrily Rael eyed Brayflox who was loading her goods on the little boat that was meant to take them to Costa del Sol. A'viloh had suggested to take the land route through Lower La Noscea but the goblin had justifiably insisted that it would be faster to take a boat. So he kind of had shot himself in his own foot with accepting her offer. Rael was probably right that he needed to say no more often…

In an attempt to pacify the situation A'viloh said: "Well, I like her stories."

The Viera shook their head. "You don’t understand half of the nonsense she‘s spouting!"

"But it sounds funny.", he shrugged.

"I can’t believe she was a part of the Company of Heroes!", Rael wondered. "You saw here fighting that drake! She was more a hindrance than any help."

A'viloh admittedly couldn’t remember any stories of the Company of Heroes in which Brayflox would have played a role but the idea amused him.

"I can vividly imagine Wheiskaet and the rest of them taking turns in babysitting her.", Rael added as if they read his thoughts. "I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s going to get herself killed five minutes after we leave her alone…"

A'viloh doubted that but kept it to himself.

Suddenly they were distracted by a noisome smell that by now they knew better than they wished. Happily Brayflox waddled towards them planning to pass their wait time with more chatter. She carried a small wooden plate with pieces of that repulsive cheese on it.

"Goodly uplanders!", she called. "Here! Uplanders try tastyfresh gobbietreat as thanks for helping gobbieflock!"

A'viloh and Rael looked at each other with terror.

"I think I’m going to throw up." Rael whispered.

A'viloh nodded and answered: "I guess this is a good time to practice saying no…"

[ozimagines]

If you were feeling up to it a dating Augustus Hill would be interesting. Sending you good vibes!

Oooooooohhh I agree. In my games of marry fuck kill he’s usually a marry among my friends and I. Real gentleman, y’know?

Dating Augustus Hill would include…

Augustus is a logical man, he’s not really a love at first sight guy. He’s a love at first words guy. When you talk and he can’t get your voice out of his head like some hymn he heard in church when he was five.

He’s guarded, naturally. Kinda shit he’s been through and he’d have to be.

You’re nice enough, he guesses. Not really sure if he’s your type. But he really noticed you when you’re discussing solitary conditions in Oz. The power in your voice. The disgust at the treatments.

He gets the feeling you care deeply about a great many things and then realizes he wants to be one of them. 🥹

A/N: He’s not like many of the other guys in Oz that I write. He’s got the heart of the gentler ones and the confidence of the crazy ones.

He rolls up next to you, asking if you have time to talk later.

“Like a date?” -you tease

“Well, yeah.” -Augustus, probably

😳 -you

He’s smooth. Comes with the territory of having the only two brain cells in Oz at all times.

Calls himself King of the Dipshits

You meet at the mall. He calls it the center of capitalist imperialism. (Sploosh)

Nonetheless, his mother raised a gentleman so he buys you a slushie or something.

Big fan of struggle meals. Just tastes the love in them. Hates when they’re hipsterized. Don’t add avocado or chia seeds or some shit. Just give him his unhealthy Mac n cheese and top ramen.

He’s got opinions, lots of them. And so do you. You both think the other’s are HOT. 🥵

“So why haven’t you been snatched up yet?”

“Are you volunteering?”

“That’s a life sentence I wouldn’t mind serving.”😘

Damn. He’s almost too smooth.

He seems honest, but there’s also something he’s always trying not to say. You don’t really see him with his guard completely down until he talks about his mom.

“She was a… she was a good woman. Kind eyes, and all.”

“I imagine you miss her a lot. I just… don’t think she’d want you to think of it that way. Being grateful for the time had.” You think for a second and add, “Hope that wasn’t an overstep.”

“I think it was. But the kind my mom would have called ballsy.” He informs with a small smile.

He’s always got the words for every situation and every feeling. He’s almost too smart for his own good.

By the end of your first date, you’re talking about the loneliness and futility of the human experience. Leaving no stone unturned.

“What’s something you’ve never done before? Something you’ve always wanted to do?”

“Fly.” You respond sarcastically, giggling a little at his expression. He’s only off guard for a half a second.

“Next date.”

He takes you up to the top of the e Empire State Building. Takes the wheelchair access ramp. Talks about how everyone treats him like he’s on make a wish or something so getting in wasn’t that hard.

He walks you up to the edge, and then gestures for you to sit on his lap. You oblige, blushing all the way.

“Ok, now sit up, close your eyes, and lean forward.”

“Lean forward? The rails-“

“I got you.” 🔥Was all he said in response.

You do what he says, exactly as he says it. A gust of wind comes by and pushes you off balance. You panic for a second before feeling two strong hands on your sides.

“Don’t worry. I got you.”

The wind is whooshing across your face, your arms are out, eyes closed, feeling like you’re flying over the whole city. 🌬️

It’s exhilarating.

After a few minutes, you open your eyes and he lowers your body down on his, until you’re cuddling him with your arm around him.

He takes you around his old neighborhood. He knows all the good spots. One of his favorites is a hot dog place on the corner. Hot dogs for one dollar and he gets it with all the fixings. You try it and it’s pretty damn good.

“Andre. Best dogs in town. Just gotta know where to look.”😉

Watches Mystery Science Theatre 3000 when he’s feeling down. Normally people who talk during movies piss him off but something about these guys is so nice. Reminds him of when Burr used to make fun of old Gunsmoke reruns on TV when he was a kid.

He’s got a favorite coffee shop. (DESPISES Starbucks; calls them coffee for people who hate coffee). His favorite is in the projects. Melody Market Coffee. Takes his black but won’t judge if you add anything to yours.

(Though he judges Pumpkin Spice Lattes. Fuck you, Augustus, it’s a milkshake midday, what’s not to love?)

Gets excited to do guerilla work with you. You ask if that would be a little much for him… and regret it immediately.

“Because of the chair? Honey, I’m like a greased up seal in this baby.”

And he’s not lying. You tag a Walmart with “Capitalist Pigs” and he’s out of there before you are!

You go to a lot of locations dubbed by others as “seedy”. Augustus just wants you to know the “world under the world”.

“It’s like, for everything you see, real life is just below that, and much more lurking below the surface. The 99%… were like an iceberg.”☺️

He’s a little too serious for frivolous things. Can’t really turn off his brain doing anything. It annoys you sometimes, but you know you’d rather him remarkably aware than remarkably dull.

Makes love like a beast. You doubt his abilities at first, and then you never do again.

His hands guide you into the bed, then lifts himself from his chair right next to you. His upper body strength is a force to be reckoned with. He pins you down, working himself on top of you, planting kisses on your neck and chest. It’s an otherworldly experience.

You’re sitting on the bed afterwards, both with a cigarette in hand.

“…wow.” 🤯

“Yeah.” 😏

“I mean just… wow.”😧

When he says “for her”, in the first season to Adebisi he did not fucking stutter.

You’re the goofy one in the relationship. He wakes up one morning to find that you’ve put baseball cards in his spokes. He asks why and you’re like; “kids do this on their bikes to make noises when they go fast. You’re basically turbo in this thing.”😂

Your big date every week is breakfast for dinner on Thursdays. He’ll talk your ear off about how “breakfast foods don’t exist” and that Kellogg created the idea of a “balanced breakfast” in the fifties to market their product.

You don’t care. You’re having pancakes for dinner. 🥞 ❤️

His favorite movies are think pieces. Loves A Serious Man (2008) and Sorry to Bother You (2018).

“So… the guy’s a horse now?”

“Yeah, but that’s not really what it means.”

“But… he is a horse now, right?”

“*sigh* sure.”

Your favorite pastimes are being so cute that he can’t be upset. He’ll come home after a rough day, pop open a beer, watch a game that’s on, and you’ll just come in the room, dressed in a Ninja Turtle Onzie and just sit next to him without mentioning it.

He’ll try to ignore you, stay in his bad mood and all that, but you start singing “Yellow Polka Dot Bikini” under your breath.

You turn to see he has his head in his hands. Maybe you shouldn’t have been goofy today?

His head pops up and he’s been laughing silently for a solid minute. You pretend you don’t know what he’s talking about.

“My man has a bad day, I come in here looking all sexy, trying to cheer him up, and this is the thanks I get.”🤪

You get HAMMERED on night, and he’s working late so you start sending him all these pictures of you (some NSFW) asking him to come home.

You make a soap opera with one of your stuffed animals. You grab the stuffed bunny off the bed, and film a 40 part series with cheating and betrayals and twins.

You wake up the next day, feeling Agustus’s hands on your waist. You feel like crap, and lean over the bed to throw up. All you hear is a low chuckle, and a;

“Good morning, bunny.”🐰

He calls you Bunny after that.

You ALWAYS leave him the cross word puzzle in the mornings.

“Beatles song, clue; animal that eats trash. 12 spaces.”

“Rocky Raccoon.”

“You made that up.”

“So totally didn’t. Look it up.”

*searches on his phone* “seriously?”

Is very, very sarcastic.

“How are we getting home, love?”

“Tandem bike. But only because the Bat Mobile is in the shop.”

“Fuck you.”❤️

Loves long walks and hearing street music.

Heard a guy on the street play the violin and he makes you stop where you are and listen to the whole song, people filing in behind and around you. But you stop a moment in time and spend it together.

You get friendly with Burr. He’s a little stand offish at first, but when it’s clear you’re not going to hurt him like his Ex Annabella, he starts treating you right.

He just slides you a coffee one morning.

You’re about to ask why and he just asks without looking up at you:

“Chemical produced by goldfish. Clue; reason you have to clean the tank so often. Seven letters.”

“…ammonia.”

He grins slightly behind the newspaper. Yeah, you’d be alright for Agustus.

He likes to sleep with the window open. Most people can’t sleep in the city and he can’t sleep without it.

You decorate his apartment. He’s livid at first.

“You filled my apartment with useless corporate crap.”

“Actually, I filled your apartment with second hand goods from local garage sales and farmer’s markets. And anything I bought online I bought while planting a tree in the Amazon.”

He genuinely can’t be upset. The apartment looks less like a socialist hole up and more like a home.

The little bust of Edgar Allen Poe’s raven was a nice touch. 🐦‍⬛

You always get him fun treats from the farmer’s market when you go. It becomes about getting the most outlandish thing.

Squirrel jerky. Onion jam. Can sugar juice. (I’m from the south, yall we got all of this.)

He gets excited now when you come home from one.

He decided he loved you a while ago. But he knows that what’s most important is how he tells you.

So he makes a night of it. Roses that he picked fresh for you. A small bottle of champagne. He even dresses up in his nice suit for you.

“Mm, what’s the occasion, handsome?”

He sits you down next to him.

“It’s that I decided that I wanted to tell the most wonderful person in the world that I love them. That they make my life better in every possible way. That they’ve become my sunrise. As much of a reason to get up in the morning as the light. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Auggie.”

You two do puzzles together. He collects them, and superglued them to hang on his walls.

That’s how he asks to marry you. He gets a custom puzzle made, and you two build it together.

“Start with the edges. You always start with the edges.”

“No, you start with the words if there are any. This one looks like it has a few words…”

You build the words first, much to his chagrin, and get excited when you get three.

“See? What did I tell you? It says ‘Will you marry’. So the last word must be… I mean it must be… Auggie?”

He’s palming his head. You were supposed to do the edges first. You turn to see him smirking. He reaches into his chair and pulls out a ring.

It’s a lab grown diamond on a reclaimed silver band. Very Augustus.

You get married at town hall, and go straight back to your place for the honeymoon.

You’re chilling on the couch, Agustus running your hand gently as he admires his ring on you.

“Love you, bunny.”

“Love you too, Auggie.”❤️

Bonus: loves South Park. His favorite character is Kyle. Yours is Wendy. You agree they would be a much better pairing than Stan and Wendy.

[cboffshore]

Happy holidays Lila! To me, you will always be the CEO of Ninjago Season 6 aka Skybound. Love seeing your skybound thoughts on tumblr. Please continue to make Nadakhan suffer. I remember seeing you like my Nadakhan posts and my first thought was “woah! I have to be mutuals with this person. They have a PHD in skybound and they approve of my Nadakhan thoughts”. I hope we can continue to rip Nadakhan to shreds analytically some day.

For the holidays I read one of your fics and I wanted to leave a comment! I don’t have an ao3 account so this is the only way I can leave a comment. Despite being a crack fic that you spent three hours on (according to the tags) I thought it was well written! I adore how you describe a setting. You do it succinctly but still manage to paint a vivid image in the reader’s mind. I love how you explore Jay’s dreams after the events of Skybound. I wish the show could actually do that. Also the part with Kalmaar was really funny! I wonder how Nadakhan and Kalmaar would react to meeting each other. I think your idea is very creative. I haven’t seen part 2 of Dragon’s Rising yet (the friend I watch Ninjago with just got on break so we plan on watching it soon). Your fic makes me really excited at the possibility of some characters ending up in the Departed Realm when I watch. I haven’t even considered that idea beforehand.

Thank you for entertaining my Ninjago trick or treat ideas. I had a lot of fun answering your asks. I’m wishing you all the best Lila!

Best wishes,

May

Hi there, May - happiest of Honda Days to you as well! I also adore seeing your Skybound thoughts here, even if I haven't said it directly before. That Nadakhan post you made a long time ago (the one about us seeing his fall in real time) was the first one I ever saw that made me think "OH FINALLY SOMEONE ELSE GETS IT TOO!!!" It's an angle we don't talk about much as a community, and that's a tragedy. It's SO fun to play with. Imagine me handing you a bright orange graduation tassel with the Sky Pirate emblem as a charm as recognition for your contribution to the Nadakhan analysis scene. By the way, I've got an upcoming fic update that not only shoves him through the analytical cheese grater AGAIN but also makes him suffer in very silly ways, so worry not, I'm still going strong ;) (oh, and the trick or treat thing? HILARIOUS. we've gotta bring that back next year.)

Also, regarding the crackfic - thank you so much! I'm glad you had a good time with it. It's been a few months now, but I was giggling like an idiot the entire time I was working on it. That's definitely a fun villain pair to write with, and I'm a little sad I didn't do MORE with them at the time. Both of them have major daddy issues, just different flavors, and then you pull in the whole royalty angle and how they both feel wronged by the world... I mean, sheesh. Lots of potential there even if it IS total crackfic. Enjoy your first viewing of part 2! I've seen it and it's delightful. Definitely a different flavor of crazy than my prediction fic, but so, so wonderful. You'll love it.

Thanks for the ask, and happy holidays!!

[positivelybeastly]

Dear avengers beast: what would you do if hypothetically you woke up let’s say ~10 years in the future and everyone hated you for somewhat valid reasons (don’t worry Simon doesn’t hate you I don’t think)

Hank looks up from re-ordering his Star Trek DVDs (Wanda wanted to borrow his complete collection of Voyager and he didn't have the heart to tell her no) and quirks an eyebrow.

"Y'know, fella, it strikes me that these are some awfully specific questions to be posing to an awfully specific blue Beastie. Do you know something I don't?"

He shakes his head and slides Enterprise season 3 back into place. Good season, lil' rough, don't much care for the Beauty and the Beast redux episode in the middle of it.

"Honestly, it'd scare the living daylights out of me. You ever think about how much things can change in ten years? It's 2013 now, and you gotta ask yourself, what's gonna happen next? Are Blu-Rays gonna be the next dominant storage media, or is something gonna replace it? Is the world gonna buckle down and work on climate change or nah? Is same-sex marriage gonna become de rigeur, or are people still gonna be weird about it? You never know, ya know?"

Enterprise season 4. God, what a great season. That show got cancelled way before its time. He's still on message boards to this day thinking about what season 5 coulda been like.

"As for me, though . . . Iunno, boychik, what could I really have done to make everybody hate me? I know I get on people's nerves all the time, on account'a my not taking things all that seriously most of the time, but hate's a strong word. Hate's reserved for the real bad stuff in the world, like sub-par macaroni cheese, Count Nefaria and - "

He picks up The Next Generation season 1. Makes a face. He's really tempted to just chuck it.

But he puts it back in order nonetheless.

". . . Anywho. Awright, so let's say I've done something real bad. Fallen into the flowerbed that the big dumb satellite god in the sky says is the death flowerbed for the day, right? Everyone hates me ('cept Wondy, 'cause he can't)."

He touches at the spine of Next Generation season 1 a little, then he shakes his head and smiles a touch. He slides it back out, pops it open, shows off the six discs.

"Real stinker of a season, this one."

"Justice, Naked Now, We'll Always Have Paris, Angel One, Lonely Among Us - there's a lot of real dreck in here. Enough to make you hate it. And oh, I mean hate - Code of Honor alone is enough to make you think the entire thing's worth throwing out. But if you give it a sec, and you just give it a little time, give it a few chances, you find the good stuff. The Big Goodbye's pretty darn good. 11001001 is great, actually! Coming of Age, Heart of Glory - yeah, they aren't All Good Things, but what is?"

He pops it all back together and slides it back into place with a touch more reverence this time.

"You give it a chance, and it builds up to something great if you just give it time. Season 2's got some really great stuff in it! Peak Performance, Measure of a Man, The Emissary, A Matter of Honor - it's really starting to find its feet. At first, it betrayed your trust, made you think it was all a mistake, made you doubt whether it was any good to begin with, made you think, jeez, Shatner, Kelley and Nimoy, were they the only things keeping that original show afloat? Was it all just one big mistake? But nah. It just had a little stumble."

Season 2 goes into the wall with an affectionate pat to the spine.

"It's real easy to give up on something when it turns around and disappoints you. But if you're patient, and you give it a real shot, if you give it time and you're there for it, it comes back to itself, you know? Iunno what these 'somewhat valid reasons' are, that's a little too vague for me to give you a proper answer, but I'd hope my friends and my family and everyone I care about can tell when something's me and when something's not me. Mixing my metaphors, I know, but you get what I mean, right?"

Season 3 of The Next Generation gets a loving touch. Maybe the best single Trek season of all time? Maybe!

"All I can do is be me, in the end. If that's enough, then great. If that's not enough, then I'll do my best to be better. I'd hope that counts for something. I guess I'd do my best to make amends, fix what I broke, and if that doesn't work, I guess I'd not inflict my presence on them a moment longer. I'm - pretty good at telling when I'm not wanted."

"Seriously, though, how bad can it be? You make it sound like I've killed someone, and we all know I don't have that in me."

[reefer-reelz-n-reviews]

Scream 2 (1997)

Smoking: Splatter

I think I will go up to Scream 3. I need to do some kind of Christmas Movies in December right? Lol

After all this stuff that happened with poor Will Smith, I’m honestly happy to see Jada Pinkett Smith with her death scene at the beginning of this movie. I guess there is a theme with more famous people in the beginning of these movies. I never really thought of it this way.

Love how you know this is the beginning of caller ID 😝

I completely forgot Sarah Michelle Gellar is in this movie. Love me some Buffy!!!! And how Ironic that Matthew Lillard was in the first one, and she is in the second one and they are both in Scooby Doo.

Liev Schreiber, I think he’s a great actor. I really liked him in Salt. He’s good at being bad/creepy.

OMG Portia de Rossi. She is soooo young in this! She’s being her normal semi-bitchy self. Wonder if she had met Ellen yet by this time.

Snack time. Left over cheese fries and spicy cheese curds 🤤

2 for 2! Neve Campbell hits Courtney Cox. Not surprising. She deserves it in both movies.

I love Elise Neal’s definition of FINE. Fucked up, Insecure, Neurotic and Emotional. I total agree with that. Any time someone says their fine I imagine Ross from Friends in the episode where he gets drunk on margaritas 🤣

How ironic. SMG has a sorority sister named Dawn just like in Buffy, though that ends up being her real sister, now a sorority sister. But I digress.

Yes, run up the stairs to get away from the killer 🙄 and I just realized in the Scary Movie why Anna Faris throws things down the stairs at the killer, including her grandma 😂 I also think I understand the whole “Strong hand” thing because of David Arquette.

Honestly if I was NC I don’t think I would date anyone after what I went through. At least not for a very long time. Granted Jerry O’Connell is cute and everything. But you know he’s gotta be psycho right?

And I mean Timothy Olyphant always gives me the creeps. No matter what movie he is in.

🤣 NC completely called Tori Spelling playing her in the movie, it was mentioned in the first one and here she is giving an interview about being in “Stab”. And how funny that David Schwimmer was brought up when CC and DA were both in friends and here, he is mentioned in it lol.

😂 now Jennifer Aniston was brought up. Let’s see if Lisa Kudrow, or either of the Matthews are mentioned next.

Poor Jamie Kennedy. You just had to go and piss off the killer. Now he definitely won’t make it into any of the other movies 😂

How old school that Instant Message looks 🤣

Now we have CC and DA trying to hide from the killer. And not doing a very good job. And sucks that even though they didn’t actually have sex DA gets stabbed yet again. And this time CC gets to watch it.

Of course, the cops that are supposed to keep NC safe make jokes about killing them as far as keeping the location secret and then they die. Like that should be part of the rules with JK. Just saying.

How gross is it to see someone with a pole through their head 🤢

Yes, move ever so slowly when trying to get away from the killer. Typical horror movie.

And surprise surprise, Billy’s mother is part of the dual killers. She leaves her son behind and then all of the sudden she acts like she cares about him after he’s dead, and says this is all out of revenge. Maybe you should have taken your son with you and none of this would have even happened to begin with.

We have the end of the movie. Hope you enjoyed this entry 😊

Toke on! 😶‍🌫️

-RRR

[latibvles]

Try and/or Dish for Ron and... like anyone really. Put that boy in the kitchen.

[ TRY ] — sender cooks receiver their favorite meal featuring . . . RON & GINNY | because i don’t write enough of this friendship and also we get to watch Ron attempt to redeem himself in the kitchen

—

How hard could it be? That’s what he said to himself about an hour ago, in the supermarket, looking at the list Daisy wrote out. He’d found the ingredients with ease and was in and out of there quickly enough. He didn’t have to do everything, just get it started and she’d be home in enough time for Ron not to fumble with the salt or let the pasta cook for too long or use too much garlic.

And then she called, and essentially damned poor Virginia Brant to some kind of pasta-induced stomach ache.

“There was an accident on the football field, I’ve gotta wait for the ambulance. Can you finish dinner?” Ron blinked, brows furrowing.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I think it might be an ankle sprain but Julie went home at dismissal so it’s just me,” he let out a small breath, nodding even though he knew she couldn’t see it. “I shouldn’t be back too late but if Ginny beats me to it, you know where I am. You know where I keep the binder, right?”

“Mhm,” The realization was only just dawning on him, but he figured since she had other things to worry about — it probably hadn’t occurred to Daisy yet. “I’ll be fine.” He reassured, before they exchanged goodbyes and brief ‘I love you’s.

He wasn’t going to make a big stink about his… culinary difficulties, as she’d once put lightly. He’d just have to figure it out for himself. So here he was, staring at the recipe written in Daisy’s hardly-neat handwriting. Ron got used to reading it a while ago anyway. At the very least, she’d adopted the habit of writing them down explicitly for these very instances.

Still, Ron’s notorious for always slightly burning his eggs, and for the unfortunate incident where he did, in fact, mistake salt for sugar. He’d been lucky that he wasn’t in charge of KP duty and that nearly everything in the Army came out of a can. And he was lucky that he and Daisy had the general agreement that he was better at washing dishes anyway (and that Daisy liked cooking).

Apparently, luck runs out eventually.

He stares at the parmesan cheese with a scrutinizing eye as it melts together with the garlic and the spinach and tomatoes, stirring meticulously when he hears a knock at the door and, subsequently, the dogs barking in the backyard like there was an actual threat at the door. Ron turns the heat down, scrunching a face at his own hands and wiping them precariously on his jeans before making his way towards the door.

“Hope you didn’t miss me too much, Major,” Ginny hums warmly, opening up her arms to give him a tight but quick hug. Ron rolls his eyes with a small chuckle.

“Barely had any time to,” He looks past her, expecting Dick right behind her to no-avail. “No Dick?”

“Am I not enough for you these days?” She asks rhetorically. “He couldn't get off so he’s coming Saturday. Try not to weep too much in the meantime, alright?” Ron nods, shutting the door behind her and setting her bag by the stairs, before making his way back to the kitchen.

“Daisy’s held up at work. Football incident.” Ginny whistles low and he doesn’t have to turn and look at her to know that she’s probably going to say something else that’s probably smug.

“And she’s trusting you around an open flame? Big milestone.”

“Yeah, it’s almost like we’re married or something.” He refutes sarcastically, and Ginny snickers as she leans against the counter, looking into the pan and smiling. She moves to open one of the drawers, where they keep the utensils, and grabs a spoon. He looks at her as he turns the heat off.

“Do you mind if I…?” While usually his pride would rear its head right about now, he knows this isn’t his strong suit, so he backs up and allows her to dip the end of the spoon in until sauce is clinging to it. Ginny brings it to her mouth, pokes her tongue out, then hums. He almost feels like a kid again waiting for his teacher to give him a grade on a test — and the only class he was ever partial to was gym.

Ginny hums again, reaching over to pinch brown sugar between her fingers before sprinkling it in and stirring, then repeating her taste test. Then, she grins again.

“Congratulations, Major Speirs, you might not decimate the Army if you’re put on KP Duty after all.” Ron opens his mouth to say something sharp in reply, but the door’s already opening, and the rattle of the screen reverberates throughout the house.

“Sorry for the hold up! But uh… kid’s okay!” His smile softens at the sound of his wife, and he feels Ginny nudge him with her elbow, before calling out to Daisy.

“You just missed it! We witnessed a miracle over here!”

[thegeminisage]

alright, the internet tells me i have to solo lurelin which means i COULD HAVE BEEN DOING IT ALL ALONG so i'm gonna go do it right away. ummm and save this eventide shrine for later lol

reeeally sucks that you don't have to complete the shrines to unlock fast travel. it is promoting such bad habits

let's just hope i am strong enough to do this on my own lol. i have two sages with me but still...

i guess it helps that you can sneak around and pick them off a few at a time. if this was like a proper monster camp i'd be doomed

NOOOO one of them blew a horn. lucky i was able to hide pretty quickly lol

about halfway there now. AAAAA

i think i got em all except the ones on the boat :|

oof. 5 black bokoblins, a black lizalfos, and a black boss bokoblin...i'm dead lol

i took down one bokoblin but then they saw me 😭 here's hoping the ai will forget i'm here if i crouch...

they did <3

am i cheesing this from the top of the ship where monsters cant get me? yes. do i care? no <3

HOLY shit that black lizalfos would have one shotted me if i hadnt had one fairy left...i cant get hit even one more time 😭

oh hey i can see a geoglyph from here lol

i knocked the lizalfos over the edge :/ how am i supposed to get it from here now???

uh oh, it's swimming around...can it come back? lol

GOT IT!!!!!!!!!!! thank you shock fruit 😭😭😭 finally after like 30-40 hours i've saved lurelin..........

couple of close calls but it wasnt as bad as i feared

oh, the music is back 😭😭😭

SCREEEEAM bolson "you look like a strong breeze could blow you over but you are solid as STONE"

he should definitely remember link tho.

WHOA do i get to rebuild it like tarry town??? YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok, i gotta find thia area's tower, i'm Suffering, but THEN!!! aaaaaaaaaaaa

[madmousescientist]

WordGirl could only watch in horror, what little hope she had that her sidekick could help subdue Mr. Charming was dashed in an instance. She couldn't let him harm anyone else, no one deserved the drastic and quite severe punishment he tended to dish out on whomever he thought deserved it. No matter who it was, they didn't deserve to be on the receiving end of whatever the masked man had planned. She could only watch as Huggyface joined her fate as he fell to the ground with a dull thud. He chattered away furiously at Mr. Charming but found himself largely ignored.

The young heroines thoughts ran a mile a minute, wondering what she could do. Maybe she could break out of this cement like stuff, she was never able to be trapped for very long. With all her might WordGirl struggled against the hardened substance yet it was no use, it wasn't even cracking one bit. What on earth was this stuff made out of?!

How could...how could her friend become so cruel? Was he even her old friend? If Two-Brains existed, how could he? That was one of the things that constantly bothered her. Nothing about him made a lick of sense. She needed to-

Too late. She watched in horror as he plunged that horrible weapon into Mousebraingirls side, feeling pity for the poor mouse girl. While she did bite her, what he had planned was much worse than what the villainess could do to her.

She felt absolutely sick, unable to keep watching and turning her head away. The screams made her heart clench. She was utterly helpless and she couldn't save the girl, she hated this. She hated EVERYTHING about what was happening. From Mousebraingirl showing up to what she thought was her friend turning into someone with sadistic and quite murderous tendencies. That she was useless as a hero right now. Tears flowed down her face, parallel with Mouses pain induced tears.

She waited for the inevitable, what she couldn't prevent. Waited.

Until she heard a loud "NO!" coming from someone new. Was this Dr.Two-Brains? Had he come to help them?

WordGirl looked up only to see Mr. Charming get rammed into with a strong force by someone...she didn't know? What?

Who was that? A new superhero? Alot of new people coming around today, she thought to herself.

~~~~~~

Dr.Two-Brains had been absolutely ecstatic once he finally made his was onto the ground. Kissing at the ground with a fervor he didn't know he had. Oh how he had missed being grounded. Never again would he let anyone convince him to do that ever again.

It took a second to realize he was hearing pained screams. Screams that sounded too close to WordGirls, that made him shudder. Two-Brains felt his heart drop to his stomach as he watched Wordman slammed right into Mr. Charming. Mousebraingirl along with WordGirl and her sidekick were all on the ground helpless. How could he build him up to be such a horrible person when he could so such terrible actions himself?! What audacity did he have?!

He got up instantly and ran over to WordGirl and Mouse, he was about to speak to them but a waft of cheese had reached him. That's right, they were at the cheese bank.

His mouth watered, the second brained glowed brightly but Dr.Two-Brains shook his head furiously. No! Cheese can wait for later. Right now he had to...

He didn't finish that thought, Squeaky began to scream. CHEESE. CHEESE NOW. Sending painful signals to him, causing him to clutch at his head.

"S-squeaky, please. Listen. We...we can get it later. Come back for it. Promise. You want Mr. Charming gone as badly as I do, so please just this once. CHEESE LATER. THIS NOW."

His voice seemed to have gotten abit...like his old one for a moment there. Squeaky had thought it over and eased up. Two-Brains had a point.

The scientist sighed in relief, before going to WordGirls aid. He knelt over, knocking on the cement like substance.

"Whoa. This stuffs gotta be strong if you hadn't broken out. Uh. Let's see. It...it must be dissolvable somehow, he wouldn't leave you in it. Just have to figure out how."

He tried to keep the panic out of his voice, eyes purposely avoided looking over to mousebraingirl.

(Okay here is the rp we talked about in the dms. It is not canon to what has happened so far, but it can still involve cheesecake if you want to. TW: pricked finger and some blood drawn.)

Dr. Two Brains wiped his brow as he took a break from his latest invention. He looked up, bleary eyed at the clock on the walls in his lair, 5:55 am. Two Brains sighed in exhaustion, he spent another long, sleepless night working on his newest gadget and it was taking a toll on his already messed up sleeping habits. His Henchmen had expressed concerned when he started sleeping in late most of these days. He appreciated that his henchmen were concerned about him, but he had to get this particular gadget done in time. 'It's the only way I can find Mr. Charming and help Wordgirl put an end to this guy. If she wanted too.' Two Brains quietly scolded himself for thinking that. He didn't blame the kid for being confused and hesitant on stopping Mr. Charming now, even he wasn't sure himself if he should end the guy. It was so easy at first hating this new threat that came to terrorize everyone in Fair City. Mr. Charming had no qualms about who he hurt or blew up, he seemed to have a particular vendetta against him and the rest of the villains, but not Wordgirl, never her. It didn't make sense to anyone at the time why Mr. Charming was so hesitant to fight Wordgirl when he was more than eager to set the whole town and everyone in it on fire and watch them burn. It only made sense later when Two Brains removed his mask at the clock tower Mr. Charming was about to blow up. Even then, Mr. Charming's reveal made less sense then his mysterious persona before his mask fell off. It turned out that Mr. Charming looked and sounded exactly like the old Professor Steven Boxleitner. 'But how was that possible?' Two Brains continuously asked himself. He was Steven Boxleitner, or he used to be before the accident. But his feelings toward Squeaky and Two Brains, his intelligence and technological skills, his attitude towards Wordgirl, those were all characteristics of Steven Boxleitner. The other Steven even claimed he was somehow separated from his prisoners and tormentors and now had the chance to exact his revenge on all who failed to save him and let him rot in his mindscape, and Dr. Two Brains was at the top of his hit list. Two Brains had no idea what he was talking about or how it was possible his Steven half was ever separated from him. Did the accident cause some long term side effects, did his other self separate without him even knowing. Dr. Two Brains would have thought his other self might have been a clone, but their are too many factors of Mr. Charming that clones don't have. Two Brains rubbed his eyes trying to heal the pounding headache he was giving himself with all of these questions. He just hoped his new invention would give him and everyone else some answers. Since Mr. Charming must have some type of hideout to store his weapons or recuperate from a battle, Two Brains built a unique type of teleportation device that would allow him to locate Mr. Charming's lair and hopefully learn more about this vindictive duplicate. Dr. Two Brains gave a look over of his invention before deciding to give it a preliminary test run. He walked over to a section of the ray and pressed a button. The button opened a lid that contained a small space that was designed to store DNA. Two Brains personally designed that feature to help put an exact location on Mr. Charming. Since this villain was technically him. The DNA scanner in this teleportation ray would scan his DNA and find the other person in Fair City or near the area with an exact (or close to exact) match.

"Let's hope this works." Two Brains said to himself. He pricked his finger and squeezed out a few droplets of blood into the space. He closed the box then turned on the ray. The ray seemed to fire up well and sounded to be in working order. But as it begun to fire a beam, good old Murphy's law kicked in. The ray started to spark and light up like a christmas tree. Two Brains yelped and jumped back when a few sparks flew towards his direction. He just barely avoided getting electrocuted again. "Maybe I shouldn't have used those plutonium charges." Two Brains said in hindsight. Soon the machine grew brighter and hotter. Fearing an incoming explosion. Two Brains jumped away and ducked behind the couch. A loud boom sounded and a bright flash came from the other side of the couch, then silence. Two Brains opened his eyes a bit and waited a few moments. Sensing that the danger had passed, he slowly got up and peered over his couch. He could see the teleportation ray now a pile of melted metal and plaster. But to his surprise was the two new inhabitants in his lair now passed out a few feet from his damaged ray.

They definitely weren't the ones he was hoping for. Dr.Two-Brains hesitantly took a step closer to get a better look at the two. A damaged ray he could easily repair and handle. Yet this new unexpected turn of events left him rather frustrated. Not only did his plan not work it brought him two unwanted guests. A frown spread across his face as he got a better look at the two. His heart felt as if it stopped once he realized what he was seeing. WordGirl? She seemed different. A soft gasp of horror escaped from him once he realized why. White hair tipped him off, he didn't need to see the other side of her head to put the pieces together. That was rather upsetting to see. His attention was soon on the other inhabitant that he still didn't know who it was. Whoever it was, they were dressed in a costume similar to WordGirls signature wardrobe.

Dr.Two-Brains stood there, wondering what exactly he should do. If he moved them he could potentially wake them up while placing them somewhere else, he didn't know if they'd wake up disoriented and would attack in confusion. So moving them was definitely out. For now the mad scientist decided that he could just get a couple of spare blankets and put it on them. He disappeared for a few minutes before coming back with two blankets. Placing one on each of them.

Now what else could he do about this unexpected situation? It would be unwise to leave them unsupervised in his laboratory. So he could just stay with them until something was figured out. That would have to wait until they wake from their unexpected slumber. This just added to his feeling of uneasiness. First he had to deal with Mr. Charming now he had to deal with this. How could being a mad scientist villain be so stressful?

Dr.Two-Brains broke out his thoughts and started to clean up the mess his failed experiment caused. He would just have to make necessary adjustments to avoid this problem in the future. He'd call in his henchmen but they were on their day off and this would just cause them to worry about him all over again.

A tiny smile managed to work its way onto his expression, thinking about those two. They've become a small messed up family. Even though he does lose his temper and gets abit mean from time to time, they've never left him. They were always loyal to him and for that he was grateful. One of the nice things he had going on.

It took awhile to clean everything up, pieces of ray everywhere. The melted bits were harder to clean up but it wasn't anything he hadn't dealt with before. Plenty of failed rays could back that up. While in the midst of cleaning up the last bit of mess, he hadn't noticed that one of them had began to wake up. Too focused on the task at hand.

[buckybleu]

✦ coffee and bagels ✦

pairing: Shang-Chi x fem!reader

summary: You and Shang-Chi are crushing on each other, but won't do anything about it...so Katy steps in.

a/n: I've always written fics/drabbles in my drafts but never really posted them. After watching Shang-Chi, I've been excited to write and possibly post! I'm a bit rusty, but hope you enjoy.

reblog/like/feedback are greatly appreciated! ✨

word count: 928

It wasn't an early start to the day. But with last night’s shenanigans with Katy and Shang-Chi at the karaoke bar, your hangover was not your friend today at work. Groaning, you rub your temples in hopes of reliving the monstrous headaches.

Coffee would be nice right now, maybe a muf—

As if the heavens heard your request, a cup of coffee slid across the reception desk before you could finish your thought. Looking up, Shang-Chi smiles brightly while holding a bagel bag out to you.

“For your hangover, you need it.” Shang-Chi laughs, “Black coffee with a splash of milk and sugar. Bagel with light cream cheese.”

“You remember.” You smile, taking a sip of your coffee. “Oh god, that’s good! I don’t know how I’d last today without a caffeine boost.”

“It’s a ‘sorry for keeping you out so late, but thanks for karaoke’ apology.”

“Well if it means I get a coffee and bagel every time, then I’ll always join you for karaoke.”

You were never one to turn down an invite from Shang-Chi and Katy. They were always a blast to hang out with and great drinking partners. The first time you went out with them was one to remember, mainly because it intensified your crush on Shang-Chi

“Hotel California” lyrics were playing on the screen and Katy and Shang-Chi were singing their hearts out. Katy was very insistent that you hangout out with her and her friend Shang-Chi. You’ve met Katy while working at the hotel and have seen Shang-Chi a few times in the lobby or when passing by valet. Shang-Chi always wore a smile when you saw him, giving a wink here and there. There was no lie in how handsome the man is, and the thought of being in a confined room with him made you nervous.

Alcohol was running through your veins and the nervousness in your bones were long gone. You watched your friends sing, specifically admiring the way the neon light bounced off of Shang-Chi’s face. Shang-Chi suddenly turns to you, grabs your hand, and looks into your eyes while singing the lyrics.

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)

Such a lovely face

Though you knew it was just him singing, you couldn’t help the feeling that Shang-Chi was singing to you. The sound of your heart beating rapidly ringed in your ear; if you had drank a little more, you’d probably kiss him then and there

“You gotta stop staring at her. Why don’t you just ask her out?” Katy questions, taking a bite of her sandwich.

Shang-Chi stares wildly at Katy as if she had asked him to rob a bank. “What?! Why would I... I can’t...what the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m not blind, you’re always giving her the googly eyes or looking at her like a lovesick puppy. Wait, are you sick, are you in love?” Katy places her hand on Shang-Chi’s forehead, which he quickly pushes off.

“Would you stop that, I’m not in love okay?! Not yet at least” Shang-Chi looks down at his food, mumbling the last part to himself. “Why would a girl like her, be into a guy who parks cars for a living?”

“Because a little birdy told me she also has the hots for you too…” Katy sings.

Shang-Chi lifts his head, trying to process the words his best friend just said.

“God, this is so sad. I’m taking this into my own hands.” Katy gets up from the table, dragging Shang-Chi with her.

“Wait! Where are we going?” Shang-Chi looks around, trying to process his surroundings, before he recognizes they’re in the lobby. “Hold on...wait...How are you this strong!? I can’t ask her out, she’s way out of my leag—.”

Katy shoves Shang-Chi in front of the desk you’re standing behind, both giving you a little wave. You laugh at their antics, curious to why they’re not enjoying their lunch, but in the lobby.

“Hi y/n, quick question. Did you or did you not drunkenly confess to me that you find Shang-Chi incredibly handsome and how his lips are soft and kissable?”

Your eyes go wide at Katy’s question. You had forgotten your drunk confession to Katy that night on the way home. Now bits of your memory come back, remembering how you told her you “wanted to kiss Shang-Chi’s soft lips” and “loved the way his eyes twinkled in the neon lights.”

“And you,” Katy turns to Shang-Chi, finger pointed “Just ask her out already. If I have to watch you stare at her any longer, I’m going to be gray and shriveled.”

You and Shang-Chi stare at each other, not sure what you just heard was true. Words form and fall at the tip of your tongues, unsure of what to do. Katy claps her hand, “Okay, my job is done. You guys can figure the rest out.” She walks back to her lunch, leaving you two alone.

“So uhm..haha” Shang-Chi laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, Katy was just saying...uhm jokin—”

“Do you want to grab coffee tomorrow morning...with me?” you ask.

“Like a date?”

“Uh, I mean..it doesn’t...yes. Like a date.” There was no turning back at this point. Your heart was pounding while you were wringing your hands.

Smiling, Shang-Chi gets a surge of confidence at your nervous state. “As long as you tell more about how handsome you think I am and how ‘soft and kissable my lips’ are.”

[hyunjilicious]

fwb [s. stan/c. evans/h.cavill]

A/n: DO NOT ask me why I wrote this. I have no idea why I did this to myself, but I thought I’d share anyway!

Summary: no matter how you put it, a catching feelings while you’re in a fwb relationship isn’t good! (SMUT, FLUFF, angst?) 9.2k

Warnings: threesome, dirty talk, unprotected sex, spanking, slapping, daddy kink, size kink, degradation, humiliation, oral, pain kink (+/- some dubcon), submission, cum play... issa lot ok? don’t read if any of these make you uncomfortable!! 18+ 

This is a standalone fic, and not part of any series. However, come talk to me about it, please!! Tell me what you thought!! And don’t forget to reblog in case you enjoyed it!!

"Last question-" the interviewer announced. She turned around the papers in her lap and placed them to the side, before she intertwined her fingers and looked up at you with a devious grin on her lips. "I have to ask this, Y/n. We all need to know, who's your favorite? Superman or Captain America?"

Of course you couldn't help but chuckle, shaking your head at the question she came up with. It was fair to assume you hadn't been asked this before for the sole purpose of avoiding a scene, but the lady standing in front of you seemed overly pleased with herself. Unlike Henry and Chris, who were seated on either side of you. Even if you didn't actually turn to look at them, you could feel their glares throw daggers. Anticipation floated in the room, and judging by the way they just softly chuckled or refrained from making any kind of comment, you knew how anxiously they were awaiting your answer.

"I-" you said, before bursting into laughter.

"Even I would choose Superman," Chris joined in, placing a hand on his chest for emphasis. "Dude's got X-ray vision. He's faster than light, he can fly. He's the real deal" he raised his palms, ready to accept his defeat.

"See-?" Henry butted in, and you giggled, more to yourself, at the game they started playing. You knew very well it was nothing but a big, fat, obvious trap. "Superman's got all of those, but Captain America still manages to save the world time and time again, without superpowers. I think that makes him greater"

Oh, how screwed you were.

"So, Y/n?" the interviewer pushed, ever so obviously satisfied with the tension she created, "Who will it be? Steve or Clark?"

In turn, you looked at both of them. Henry was smiling his ass off, waiting for you to say the wrong name, while Chris seemed to be lost in thought.

"Ugh, ok" you took a deep breath, and glanced into the camera, "I'm sorry, but I'm Team Cap. I gotta be."

Whereas Henry accepted the defeat with stride and sweetly mentioned he couldn't ever blame you for choosing Captain America, Chris was ecstatic. He didn't even try to hide his excitement, the chair nearly breaking under his energetic jolts of pride. 

After a few more unimportant comments were made, the interview ended and the lights were turned off. You all hopped off your seats and walked over to the buffet table, your conversation still going strong.

"Really, Y/n? Cap?" Henry taunted, his voice low and mocking, right against your ear lobe as you popped a cheese stick into your mouth. "This guy? Why did you have to do me like that, hm?"

Henry placed the tip of his finger under your chin and elegantly prompted you to look up at him. 

"I don't know, man" Chris laughed from somewhere behind you, "I think I own fair and square, Cap is just the better superhero"

Henry scowled, glancing at the blonde, over your shoulder. His ice cold eyes made the salty treat get lodged in your throat, and you had to pull away from him in order not to actually choke. "Relax-" you said, raising your hands in defeat as you started walking towards the door, "It's not like I chose between the two of you. That would've been a whole other deal"

"Wait what-?" Chris deadpanned, "What does that mean?" He added, hurrying to follow you and ask for further details.

Needless to say, the subject wasn't dropped until quite a while later. People swarmed you, papers had to be signed and pictures were taken as the employers from all levels of the building gathered outside your dressing room hoping to meet some of their favorite superheroes. It was all a buzz and about 2 hours later, the three of you were finally able to leave, making a beeline from the back door of the building, all the way over to the car that was waiting for you.

You ended up on the backseat, again between them, but this time the atmosphere was relaxed. Your blood only started to boil when Henry asked for the partition to be rolled up. As soon as the space inside the car was divided and you were given your privacy, Henry grabbed your chin and forced you to face him.

"Think I forgot about earlier?" he questioned, his devious grin wide enough so that his perfect teeth became visible. 

You giggled and forced yourself out of his hold. Shuffling around the seat, you threw one leg over his thighs and sat down in his lap. Henry looked you up and down, remotely displeased with your attitude but he didn't complain.

You grabbed his cheeks into your palms and pushed yourself up against him, his face now inches away from your chest. "And what are you gonna go?"

He wasn't about to let his guard down, "You're acting all bratty now, but you'll regret that later, baby"

"I doubt that" you teased, bending down to tenderly kiss his sweet lips, "What could you possibly do that I won't like?"

"Wish you hadn't asked that" Henry laughed, his whole frame shaking against yours. He grabbed your ass and squeezed harshly, pressing you closer to him.

"I'm scared" you joked, trailing your lips along his cheeks, knowing just how crazy you could make him. 

"Y/n" Chris warned, "Today I'm on your side, but even I can tell you're pushing your luck"

Even if he didn't necessarily manage to deflate your attitude, you plopped down from Henry's lap and resumed your spot between them. The atmosphere didn't get any denser and the topic of conversation swiftly shifted to rudimentary randomness like what food should you order once you got home or whatever plans either of you had for that night. You subtly avoided the word 'date' when you told them you'd be meeting with a friend, and breathed out relieved when they didn't pressure you for details. That was a conversation to be had between 4 walls and with no prying ears.

Once home, your home - they came over, you casually opened the door and meant to make your way inside as if nothing was wrong, but Henry, just as previously stated, had other plans.

Securing a strong hold around your way smaller frame, he lovingly leaned down over your shoulder, "How are you doing, love?" he nonchalantly asked.

His scent overwhelmed your senses, and despite knowing where this was going, you tried to play it off. "Good, you?" you smiled, sinking into his arms.

"We need to talk"

"Do we?" you laughed, but managed to do absolutely nothing in terms of impressing him.

You knew just how much he loved it when you asked for it, and this was not something he'd ever let slide. "Come with me, darling," Henry cooed, gently guiding you into the bedroom.

You followed him without showing any kind of resistance, turning around in his hold and wrapping your arms around his neck. You stumbled backwards down the hallway, sloppily kissing his lips.

Much to your surprise, he was more than eager to reciprocate, his palms burning through the soft material of clothing that covered your sides. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with so much fervor, as if he had been deprived for too long. 

Henry clumsily opened the bedroom door, stumbling forward with you against him, until he reached the bed. Considering how weak you were for him and how you always allowed yourself to get molded by his will, when he pushed you back against the bed, you fell with a small huff and remained there, only your eyes following him.

"What are you doing?" you asked, seeing him open your closet and actually step inside to look behind the corner.

Before he even started to answer your question, Chris walked into the room. He was casually undoing the buttons of his shirt as he strolled past the bed.

"Hi-" you giggled, extending your hands towards him. All you wanted was some attention.

"Hi, baby" Chris laughed, bending down to kiss your forehead. "You're gonna be good for us, ok? I don't wanna have to go to hard on you"

"Then don't" you pouted.

"That's only up to you" he added, straightening his back and finishing up on undoing his buttons. His tattooed chest became visible and your mouth watered in an instant. 

Burning from the inside with anticipation and pure lust, you fell back against the cushions, your thighs uselessly trying to alleviate some of the pain between your legs. But no amount of rubbing and friction would ever match up to the tension in the room, and you loved it.

A couple of moments later, Henry walked out of his closet, dressed exactly the same, clutching tight into his hands the famous superman costume. None of you has ever been too shy when it came to exploring new kinks and desires, but this, you did not see coming.

Your mouth fell open, "Really!?" you almost drooled, but he has probably never been any quicker to burst your bubble.

Staring you down, Henry clutched his fingers into the material of his suit, bringing his hands together in front of his chest, before tearing the material apart with a loud screech. He lightly huffed with the effort, but soon enough, the actual costume fell to the floor by his feet, while the red cape remained neatly wrapped around his fists.

Your eyes widened with enthusiasm and you wanted to shuffle closer to him, but once you pushed yourself up on your knees, you felt a tight grip around your forearms.

Chris pulled you back with force, "Arms up, darling" he chuckled. He didn't even give you a chance to follow his directions, as he yanked your top over your head in an instant and unclasped your bra before leaving your top half completely naked and exposed.

As he plopped down on the bed, Henry came up to you and forced your hands up, using his cape to tie your wrists to the bedpost. His face was hovering inches above yours, and you licked your lips before pushing yourself up to kiss his jawline.

"The hell's gotten into you, hm?" he groaned, tightening the knot. When he looked down, he seemed amused, kind of at the edge between disbelief and satisfaction, as if he actually wished you'd push his buttons. As if he was waiting for you to dig your own grave. "You aren't usually like this"

"Had a great day, that's all" you grinned as you literally met with the two of them approximately half an hour after you woke up. "Ready for it to get better"

"Is it, though-?" Chris laughed, fumbling with the button of your jeans before pulling them down your legs. Off with them also went your underwear, and then there you were, completely naked in front of them, hands tied above your head. "-going to get better, I mean" Chris added, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs.

"I think-" you began answering but Henry stopped you as he gripped your chin.

"Stop talking back, love" he threatened, "Don't you think you said enough today? Look where it's gotten you"

You studied his expression with big, curious eyes, your bottom lip consciously trembling as you muttered a soft excuse. You knew not taking him seriously would get you into even more trouble, but that's what you were all about.

Henry chuckled. Keeping his glare trained on yours he pushed himself up. His big hands found your thighs and forced your legs apart. 

With this new, sudden change in position, your eyes landed on Chris who looked down at you as if you were his prey. He had a bottle of beer in his hand, taking small sips as he stood back, allowing Henry to do his part. Even if he wasn't yet taking part first hand in this whole charade, he was ever so obviously still enjoying the show. 

You squirmed under their dominating stares, feeling every inch of your body burn with excitement and traces of actual embarrassment that did absolutely nothing other than turn you on even further.

"You know you fucked up, right?" Chris taunted before taking another sip of his beer. His hand reached to cup your thigh, moving it further up until his fingers got dangerously close to your bare pussy. "I mean you're all good in my book, but that's not how things work"

"It could be" you whined.

By now, it should have been clear that talking back was never an option. Chris just smiled sympathetically while Henry clearly showed he wasn't going to have you keep this attitude much longer. He shuffled to the side, responding to your comment with a sharp slap against your bare cunt. "What did you just say?"

The impact made you instinctively gather your legs together but he was quick to stop you. Henry forced your thighs apart again, his thick fingers pushing past your folds just enough to get you to get on alert. 

Your eyes snapped to Chris. You never thought of things like this, but just about now, having him on your side seemed like the best idea. Your stomach was tightening from the nerves building up inside your core and you needed his reassurance. 

"I'm sorry, doll-" he cocked his head to the side as you watched him, your eyes begging him to stand with you, "You know I'm always here for you, but breaking you is just too much fun, I'm sorry"

"Asshole" you rolled your eyes and regretted it even before Henry delivered another slap against your clit. You cried out and your muscles clenched against your will, your knees bending in a pathetic attempt to curl yourself into a ball.

"Come on, darling" Henry scoffed, easily handling your tantrum and forcing your legs back down, wide open for them. "You're only making this harder. Calm down, take your punishment and then maybe you'll get something in return"

"Ok-" you muttered, shame taking over your senses. 

"Ok, what?" Henry pushed and Chris shook his head in disbelief at how unwilling you were to follow your usual instructions.

"Ok, daddy-" you muttered, avoiding their eyes, "I'm sorry I-"

"Little girl-" Henry sighed, sinking two fingers into your dripping pussy, "Already apologising? Where did that attitude go? Your punishment didn't even start yet"

"Fuck" you cried.

Despite knowing it wasn't a good idea, you rocked your hips along his fingers. Deciding to let you play along, Henry pressed his thumb against your clit, applying that minimal amount of pleasure he knew would have you hollering. 

And when you moaned for the first time, he stopped. He stopped completely and retracted his hand, leaving you craving his touch. Again, you felt exposed and it only translated into a painful sensation deep inside your belly. 

Arching your back as a whine escaped your lips, you squeezed your eyes shut, "Come on!! Please-"

"Not yet, angel" Henry countered, spreading your legs again.

As he held one of your thighs, Chris grabbed the other one, both their hands gripping your flesh hard enough to bruise. You already whimpered in pain, but when the real round of slapping began you felt like your throat would eventually cave.

"Cry if you have to, angel. Just be a good girl" Henry taunted.

You struggled against their hold with each blow delivered to your sensitive pussy, crying out and begging for them to stop. You never did try to count, so you had no idea how long it took, as when he stopped, you fell down into the mattress, the pain dissipating into a burning sensation across your legs.

"Easy there-" Henry cooed, his big hand cupping your cunt, gently rubbing the sensitive skin he had just abused.

Tears rolled down your temples as you failed to calm down your breathing. "Fuck, ok, I get it-" you sniffled, turning your head around to hide your face into your shoulder, "I'm sorry, please. I'm sorry"

"Look at me, pet" Henry commanded, softly guiding your chin in order to uncover your face, "Don't hide from us. You're so beautiful crying like that, you have no idea"

A new fresh wave of tears streamed from your eyes, "Th-thank you..."

Ever so softly, Chris moved your thighs, separating them again. He kneeled between your legs, lowering himself until you could feel his breath against your folds. "Breathe, pet-" he cooed, pressing a lingering kiss to your clit.

Involuntarily, you flinched, your hips bucking. "Easy, baby-" Chris said barely above a whisper, placing a hand on your tummy to push you back down, "Relax for me, ok?" 

He swiped his tongue along your folds, forcing you to suck a deep breath, "You good?" Henry asked, his hand exploring your naked chest.

You nodded up at him.

"We barely started, ok?" Chris said, pushing himself up, "You'll be a good girl for us?"

"Yes" you nodded with eagerness.

"Full sentences-" Henry nudged, lovingly caressing your abdomen, "I know it can be a lot for you, take your time"

You swallowed deeply, "Yes.. yes, I will be a good girl for you"

"Good" he cooed, leaning down. You pushed yourself up to meet his lips, but he stopped midway, tapping your chin, "Open up, baby"

Slowly, your jaw lowered, as you stared up at him, big awaiting eyes and mouth wide open.

And he made you wait, finally sending you a lewd grin before spitting on your tongue. You felt it dribble down towards the back of your throat before you swallowed proudly. You wanted to open your mouth again, but he hurried to distance himself from you.

With a harsh slap against your tits, he pushed himself up. Henry grabbed your thighs, gathering your knees together. He pulled your legs up until your hips lifted from the bed and your upper back supported most of your weight, your knees close to your chest.

"Such a beautiful pussy" Chris chimed in, his face inches away from your opening.

Never in your life had you felt this exposed and humiliated, but you swallowed your pride and remained motionless, not wanting to get on their bad side again.

"Are you ready?" Henry asked.

"For- for what?" you panicked.

"Wrong answer" he scoffed, slapping your ass. You yelped in pain and wiggled in his hold, but he didn't stop. He spanked your ass again, and again, and again, his palm hitting the bare skin off your cheeks, pussy and asshole. "Try again, little girl."

"I- I'm… I'm ready" 

"See?" Chris beamed, spitting on your pussy. You felt it run down your folds until it reached your ass. "That's the kind of slut we want. One that says yes without even knowing what we're talking about"

"Come on" Henry huffed, slapping your cunt one more time before letting your body back down on the mattress again. He moved up along your frame and undid your hands. 

You were eager to relax your shoulders and to feel the blood flow through your arms again, but as soon as he released you from the bedpost, he brought your wrists together, tying them up again. "I wish I didn't have to keep you restrained like this, but how can I know what goes through that dumb little head of yours?"

You shook your head no, trying to tell him you were actually planning on doing anything stupid, but Chris understood something else completely.

"Nothing goes through that pretty head?" he laughed, and Henry couldn't help but chuckle along.

Embarrassed, you hid your face and looked down.

"Don't be like that, baby-" Chris added, bending down over your body to caress your cheek, "You know we're right. You don't need to be ashamed, we like you like this"

His thumb rubbed along your bottom lip before he leaned down all the way and kissed you. His tongue barged into your mouth, dominating you completely as you barely managed to keep up with him. "A dumb little slut, crying for cock. That's what you are, aren't you?"

"Yes, daddy"

"Then why did you hide your face?"

"I- I don't know…" you mumbled.

"You know we keep you around just to fuck you, so I don't see why you'd get shy all of a sudden"

"I'm sorry-" you nodded, licking your lips, uselessly trying to moisten them. "I didn't get shy, I-"

"So you like being our fuck slut?"

"Yes"

"Just a set of holes for me and Cavill over here to cum in, right?" he questioned, before kissing your forehead. "Our beautiful, little girl" You smiled at the pet name and looked up expectantly. His gaze lowered and his expression became stern again. "Get on all fours, darling. Time to make yourself useful"

With every movement of your legs, your cunt ached more and more, but you followed his command and pushed yourself up. Once on your hands and knees, you saw them get into position too. Chris crawled behind you as Henry settled before you, his crotch inches away from your face.

Your mouth watered as you heard their zippers being undone, and looked at them in turn, unable to hide your enthusiasm. 

At this point, you were eager for whatever they'd throw at you. Being in that mind state always made everything better. You existed in a haze, a world of blur where it was just you and your daddys. You wiggled your ass expectantly and licked your lips with absolutely no worry. In your head it was perfect.

Your bubble was burst by a harsh tug at the roots of your hair as Henry turned your head so you'd look up at him. He fumbled with his cock, giving himself a few pumps.

Just watching him with big, excited eyes, you opened your mouth for him. He chuckled at your state of pure submission and placed his leaking tip on your tongue, your lips instantly closing around him.

At this point, he still allowed you to control your own movements as you did a satisfying enough job at bobbing your head on his cock. You sucked with determination, hollowing your cheeks and taking him as deep as you could without gagging.

Your exquisite performance was interrupted when you felt something big and round trail along your folds, your eyes snapping wide open when you felt it enter you. Chris pushed his cock in with a satisfying grunt, slapping your ass in the process.

"Fuck, yes!" he exclaimed, his massive member spreading your walls apart.

A lump formed in the back of your throat, the feeling of being filled to the prim, overwhelming you. You were aware your rigorous sucking turned into a pathetic excuse as soon as Chris started rocking your body back and forth along his dick, as now, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get your mind to focus.

Seemingly not at all bothered by your suddenly sloppy blow job performance, Henry tightened his hold around your roots, keeping your head in place as he started fucking your mouth.

The simple fact that at this point, all you had to do was stay there and take it, made it close to impossible to not lose yourself. As Chris picked up his pace, using your hips and maneuvering your body to fit his needs the right way, your pleasure started building up in the pit of your stomach.

"Come on, baby-" Henry called, "Ready to take good care of daddy?"

And he asked this just to mock you, as your mouth was full of cock and he wasn't about to let you take a break. You only blinked, hoping to send the message along, despite knowing he wasn't waiting for an answer.

He steadied his hold on your roots and then forced you down his cock, his tip barging in through your neck, completely blocking your air supply. You remained there, not fighting against his hold, as Chris continued slamming his cock balls deep into your pussy.

The momentum of his thrusts pushed you forward, the ever so soft movement of your neck making Henry grunt with pleasure every time your body rocked into him. And they kept going, using you from both angles to fit their desires.

When it got too much, you felt tears prickle at the corner of your eyes as you saw no way out. You whined against his cock, your throat violently constricting in hopes of getting some air.

"A bit more" Henry cooed, maintaining his hold as you squirmed against it.

"Holy fuck-" Chris belted, both his palms relasing your hips only to be able to slap your ass harshly. "That's right, clench that pussy. Should fucking choke you more often when you're on my dick"

All you could do was whimper, forcing yourself to hold back cough after cough until you could no more. Tears streamed down your face as you started panicking, only then having Henry release you from his grip.

If he hadn't actually maintained his hold, you'd have crumbled into the mattress, a choking mess between their massive bodies. But Henry held on to you, pulling you up as Chris lowered his pace.

"Do you know how good you are, angel?" he asked, his thick British accent rolling off his tongue as exhaustion built up in his veins. 

You nodded weakly, and smiled with awe when he wiped your tears away with his thumb.

"I'd keep this mouth on my cock all the damn time if I could-" Henry added, his tone deep and loving despite the condescending note of his words. "Are you ready to go again?"

You whimpered a soft, "Yes-" voice so whiny that if you weren't so deep into sub space, you'd have cringed hearing yourself. "Please..."

Chris bent down over you, his sweaty chest pressing against your back as he wrapped his arms around your frame, his greedy hands coming to cup either of your breasts. He buried his face into your neck and then kissed along your shoulders. "Are you close, baby girl?" he asked, burying his cock deeper inside your belly, "You wanna cum on my cock?"

As you breathed out, you nodded a weak yes. A smile instantly reached the corners of your mouth as Chris found your clit. He rubbed slow, intricate circles around it, your pleasure translating into sobbing moans. "Now take Henry's cock inside that little mouth of yours, and when you're getting close, you give me a sign, yeah?"

"Ok" you panted, curious about what he must have had planned.

The curiosity swiftly left your mind as your eyes landed on Henry's dick again. He was close too, the amount of precum leaking out of his tip, giving away that fact. He allowed some of it to dribble onto your chin, lightly slapping your face before popping your mouth open.

Pressing your tongue flush against the underside of his cock, you fervently sucked away as Chris started picking up his pace again. As if you weren't already close to losing any kind of self control, the painful slaps he inflicted upon your ass drove you over the edge.

You maniacally wiggled your feet against the messy blankets, giving Chris the promised signal. 

Or at least you thought you gave it to him, as the next thing you felt was being pushed down along Henry's cock again. You took him deep down along your throat, moaning loudly against his member as an orgasm overwhelmed you. Tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks as your body convulsed between them.

The sensation made your chest tighten and the lack of air started getting you dizzy. The electrifying feeling pulsed along your limbs, engulfing your middle in a sea of liquid fire. You didn't even feel the need to breathe as your mind rolled down a spiral of bliss. A whole white blur covered you as your brain stopped processing the information, too keen on sucking every last drop of pleasure from the orgasm you just received.

You were only pulled out of this trance when Henry pushed you off his cock, reality hitting you like ice cold water. You gasped for air, falling face first into the mattress, struggling to even breathe. 

Not that you cared at that point, but neither of them asked you to resume your position. Instead, they shuffled off the bed, and with a soft slap against your raised ass, called for your attention.

"Come here, little girl" Chris demanded.

That was not the kind of information you were able to process, so again, they had to do all the work. With a harsh grip on your upper arms, they effortlessly grabbed you and forced you to your knees between them. 

You looked up with what was probably the most obedient stare you had ever given them. You had two massive cocks hanging inches away from your face, and of course, your first instinct was to grab them as you popped your tongue out.

"No, kitten-" Henry laughed, petting your head and softly pushing you back. "Stay still"

And you did. Took a deep breath, finally feeling the engines inside your brain resuming their work. All your senses came back to you and it was as if you had been in a dream. Still, the excitement of seeing both Henry and Chris pump their cocks inches away from your face was difficult to contain.

"You swallow all, yeah?" Henry groaned, looking down at you with hooded, hungry eyes. "Don't use your hands. Use that slutty tongue"

Soon, hot cum started erupting from his tip, most of it landing directly into your mouth. Each time you swallowed you bobbed your head, proudly smiling up at them at the great job you were doing. 

"Good girl" he muttered, his voice hoarse and out of tone.

All that changed when Chris grabbed your shoulder. He growled out loud as his orgasm reached him, and he threw his head back, still furiously pumping his cock into his fist.

"Holy mother of - fuck - !"

You did your best to get as much as you could inside your mouth, but your cheeks were a mess, your tongue only managing to spread their cum more than actually lick it off. 

When they were both done, Chris helped you up as Henry kissed your forehead before walking out of the room without another word. The blonde cradled you to his chest, heaving as he held you.

"Such a good, little angel" he whispered into your ear. He was still panting, his hands clammy against your back, but he pushed through, focusing his energy on reassuring and soothing you.

"How are you, baby? Talk to me a bit" Chris pleaded, rubbing your cheek, "I wanna see those eyes"

As if every muscle contraction took up too much energy, you barely managed to look up at him, the most innocent of looks in your eyes. "I'm feeling really good" you sighed, leaning back against his chest.

"Good-" he laughed, his whole frame shaking as he hugged you closer, "Does anything hurt?"

"Everything" you giggled.

"Ok-" he sighed, accepting his defeat, "I'll ask again after we shower. You're all fucked out now"

"I like that" you mumbled as you all but drooled on him, sleep starting to envelop you.

"Would have been worried if you didn't"

Again, despite your direct state, you couldn't help but laugh with him. You softly pushed yourself up to plant a kiss against his naked chest.

Chris rubbed the back of your head as you did so.

"Hey-" Henry called as he walked into the room, but neither you nor Chris bothered to do anything else other than look in his direction. None of you moved. "Just a ran a bath-" Henry added, pointing to the bathroom, "Please don't fall asleep"

Chris helped you up and you wobbled your way across the room. "I'll go downstairs and shower" he said.

"You never wanna join us" you pouted.

"Just not really big on baths, that's all" Chris reassured you and then made his way out of the room.

After that, another wave of bliss followed. Another kind however. Henry washed every inch of your body, his careful hands caressing every dip and curve your frame. His lips were mostly on yours as he did so, never missing a chance to bring you even closer.

"Thank you" you mumbled, leaning against the marble wall as you watched him soap his broad chest.

Henry cluelessly raised his eyebrows, the movement of his hands slowing down as he waited for you to continue.

"For helping me wash up" you smiled, "You always do, but still. Thanks"

"No problem, darling" Henry nodded, gathering you closer again, and kissing your forehead. He got soap all over you again, and didn't even try to hide the fact that he loved having to help you rinse again.

A short while later, probably about 20 minutes or so, it was again the three of you, back in bed. You were laying between them. Judging by the light snores that danced off his lips and the peaceful way his chest rose and fell, Chris must have fallen asleep long before you and Henry finished showering. The sun started descending from the sky and the orange light in the room painted the perfect picture.

You cuddled into Henry's side, feeling your heart tickle the inside of your chest when he reciprocated the gesture. His warm breath graced the skin of your forehead as he gave you a longing kiss, barely even bothering to pull back before settling for a deep sleep.

You drifted off, content and with a smile on your lips, elated with what the day brought so far, and bubbling with anticipation for whatever surprises it might still have hidden.

By the time you woke up, fully rested, the sun was already sinking low behind the horizon, a red, tainted sky following in its footsteps. Extracting yourself from Henry's bear hold turned out to be much more than you expected, his reluctance to let you go, even in his sleep, making you giggle.

"How are you, sweetheart?" Chris asked, his voice a fresh tingle to your ears.

"Good-" you sighed, settling to lay down just a bit more. You kissed Henry's bicep as it spawned all across your chest, action which made him pull you even closer. "What time is it?"

"A bit past 6" Chris answered, rolling onto his side to face you. His shoulders slumped together making his chest stand out, but before you got a chance to take in the view, he cluelessly pulled up the covers all the way up to his nose. "Got any plans?"

"Yeah" you nodded, trying Henry's arm again, but he refused to budge once again. "I told you guys"

For a few seconds, Chris looked at you amused, and with a shake of his head, he grabbed Henry's hand, shaking him awake. "Wake up, buddy. Y/n's gotta get ready"

"No" Henry croaked, his light scruff tickling the back of your neck. 

To be fair, you were excited for your plans, but in a way, your heart broke thinking about leaving that bed. Eventually you did, the cold of the room clinging to your body in an instant.

You shivered your way to the bathroom, quickly washing up before returning to the bedroom. The scenery hadn't changed at all, the two men still lingering at the edge between dream and reality, their phone screens perfectly accentuating their lazy expressions.

Swiftly making your way past the bed, you slapped the light switch on, the warm light of your candelabra flooding room, much to their simultaneous dismay. "Why- just no, turn it off-"

"Yeah, sure-" you sarcastically responded, stepping past the ruined superman costume on the floor, and opening the closet doors. You grabbed a pair of underwear and stepped inside it, before rummaging for your favorite bra. "I'll just get ready in a pitch black room. Of course"

None of them was impressed.

"Who are you seeing anyway?" Chris questioned. 

You smiled innocently despite doing your best not to, and then turned to face them. "Sebastian"

"What" Henry gawked, sitting up in an instant, his frown taking over the previous sweetness of his features.

"What do you mean what?" 

"Yeah, haven't you two-" Chris began speaking but Henry cut him off with absolutely no remorse.

"You haven't seen each other in two weeks. I thought that was done for"

As you finally found your bra, you slipped your arms under its straps and pulled them up your shoulders. "We haven't seen each other because he's been visiting his family. We kept talking"

"Talking?" Henry raised an eyebrow. 

"Yeah we-" you sighed and then stopped. "Why are you acting like this? This is nothing new"

"I just-" Henry tripped over his words, shaking his head at the awkwardness he brought to the table. "I don't know, I'm sorry. I just didn't know it was that serious yet, that's all"

"It's not" you said, walking over to your makeup table and sitting down on the small, velvet chair. "We wouldn't be here if it was, would we?"

"I don't know, hun" Chris huffed, lazily slipping out of the bed. The way he walked made it look as if every muscle contraction pained him, leaning from side to side as he close to crawled his way to the bathroom. 

In the process, you caught sight of his naked body in the reflection in your mirror, catching everything from his tattooed chest, to his massive thighs and still impressive cock.

"He's a great guy. I hope things work out if you decide he's the one for you"

"Is he?" Henry chirped, making you turn to him, a thick layer of concealer that still had to be blended, smudged under your eyes.

"We said we're taking things slow, you know this" you sighed, waving your brush around, "We're not exclusive. We're not a couple. We're just- I don't know, dipping our toes. We don't wanna fuck this up."

"Then why are you here with us?"

Perhaps the words slipped past Henry's lips a bit too harshly. You did not expect that. Not from him.

"Uh-" you muttered, feeling cornered, "Listen, he's just one of my best friends. And I really like him, I never lied to him. He knows about you two. We're just-" and then you stopped again, dropping your sentence as your brows furrowed above a pointed look. "Since we started this thing, you both have slept with other people and I never said anything about it. But now that I actually find someone I like, you act like I've committed a crime. Why are you allowed to-"

"Ok, I'm sorry" Henry jumped to stop you, clumsily leaving the bed and padding over to you. "That was incredibly rude of me, I'm sorry"

"What's up?" you asked sweetly, dearly wanting to help ease the pain that upclose was so clearly visible behind his sad, blue eyes. 

And he hesitated, his eyes snapping to the window behind you before he licked his lips. "I just got comfortable, that's all. I care about you a lot, and I'll miss your sweet little body but if he makes you happy, I'll happily trade our encounters for... coffee dates?"

"Thank you, Henry-" you giggled, warming up at his sudden and sincere confession.

He kissed your forehead, the epitome of love gestures. His lips quivered, and brushed against your skin a few times before allowing you to finish getting ready.

Time had flown unreasonably fast, and in a matter of seconds, you found yourself running around the room, blazing through the last steps of your process, despite it not being neither tedious nor elaborated. To be fair, Sebastian was the only man in your life who you never tried to impress with your looks.

You felt appreciated and understood in his presence. He smiled when you talked and pecked your lips every chance he got. He was your friend before anything else, and regardless of the harsh reality you lived in, the status of your relationship changing was what you craved the most. He made you open up without even trying, his sense of stability and unconditional acceptance making you end up on his doorstep, dressed in just a hoodie and jeans, a bottle of wine in tow, ready to just kick back and feel your ultimate best.

For whatever reason, your heart started banging uncontrollably against your ribcage as soon as you knocked. When you heard the lock turn, your knees weakened.

He sprung the door open, welcoming you with open arms. You just took a step in and threw yourself against his chest, your cheek pressing against his shoulder as he brought you closer.

The fresh smell of his aftershave reached your senses, and you rubbed your nose against his perfectly soft jaw line. "You shaved," you smiled, knowing just how much he hated to do so when it wasn't absolutely necessary. 

"Thought it was about time" Sebastian laughed, his right arm still tight around your back as he leaned to the side to close the door.

You only then realised you didn't even bother to put your bag down, take your shoes off or even say hello before going in for a hug. You felt your cheeks burn at the realisation, but he did not seem to mind at all.

"Come on, make yourself comfortable," Sebastian said, starting to advance further into his apartment. You took off your shoes, and just when you were about to enter the living room, the delicious smell of basil stopped you and made you turn around.

You headed into the kitchen, your eyes landing on his tall frame, his back facing you as he stirred something on the stove. 

"You're cooking?" you asked, whiny with admiration and awe.

"Yes" he beamed, turning around. Only then did you notice what he was wearing. His usual black jeans and socks, but he had ditched his trademark sweaters, opting for an elegant button up instead. The sleeves were rolled up around his elbows, and he rocked a pair of fluffy house slippers, red with blue stripes, not fitting his attire in any way, shape or form.

You placed the wine bottle on the counter, and approached him cautiously. "What- um, what are you making?"

You felt bad, ungrateful and undressed. Where were his pajamas and the take out he always ordered? Did you miss something?

"There's this amazing spaghetti recipe I learned from my mum" he grinned proudly, eyeing the multitude of ingredients laid out all across the table. "It's not traditional or anything. She perfected the recipe over the years and you just have to try it"

"Smells delicious already" you giggled, looking around the kitchen.

The atmosphere was soft and warm, the lights were dimmed and slow blues tunes were playing in the background. It was nothing like you were used to.

You offered to help, but he insisted on finishing up alone. You always washed his dishes because he absolutely hated doing it, and you were also the one who always put his leftovers in the fridge, as he always forgot them on the table, cluelessly letting them spoil. It felt only natural to do so right now, so you made your way to the sink, and waited for the water to heat up.

"Stop" Sebastian laughed, coming up beside you to turn the faucet off. "Just relax for once, please" he begged, his hands on your waist effortlessly turning you around.

Your lower back pressed against the edge of the sink as he caged you in, his eyes warm and ambitious, boring into yours.

"I just want to help" you smiled.

"Not now" he shook his head, "We'll clean up later. Or tomorrow"

His words caused a lump to grow inside your throat, your lips involuntarily parting in surprise. You never spent the night at his apartment, and fervid anticipation started to surge through you.

"What’s going on?" you asked, cupping his cheek.

Sebastian leaned into your touch, his eyes all but fluttering closed. "Nothing. Why?"

As he spoke, he grabbed your wrist into his hand and brought your palm to his lips, kissing your soft skin as his eyes awaited your answer.

"I don't know…" you mumbled, feeling yourself melt. He was too close, too attentive and too focused on you, it felt so difficult to breathe. "Don't get me wrong, please. I absolutely love everything you did. But this is new. We never did anything like this before, what changed?"

"Is it bad?" he cautiously asked, planting his hands on the counter on either side of your hips. "That I want things to change between us?"

Your heart swelled. All the signs pointed in the right direction, but his words still managed to get your adrenaline going. "Change… how?" 

As soon as you spoke, you felt like throwing up. You couldn't help but wonder how dumb could you have been, to ask something like this. As if it wasn't obvious, but your brain was too busy drowning in excitement to actually allow you form any coherent thoughts.

"I mean-" he hesitated, his confidence shaking a bit. He looked to the side, licked his lips and then playfully rolled his eyes as the corners of his lips turned upwards, showing you that perfect smile you loved so much. "While I was visiting my family, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. My mom just couldn’t understand why I didn’t bring you along. I don't just want you for a date a week and a kiss after we drank enough wine. I needed that time apart to gather the courage to make the first step" he confessed. "I really fucking like you. I want all of you"

"Oh-" you froze.

"Please-" Sebastian whispered, gently tilting your chin up. "Tell me now if you want me to back off, because I'm really struggling to not kiss you right now"

As much as you wanted to tell him to do it, you refrained from doing so. Instead, you just grinned up at him, your eyes sparking with lustful temptation. He watched you closely, and when he figured out your play, he shook his head in disbelief for the briefest second. 

Following that, there was no awkwardness left. He engulfed your lips into the most passionate kiss. His tongue pathetically begged for permission, which you didn't hesitate to give. He explored your mouth as if it was the sweetest thing he ever tasted, kissed you deeply, moaning against your lips as his hands hazardously roamed your body. No matter what you did, you felt like you couldn't get close enough. You clung onto him, fisting the delicate material of his shirt into your hands, desperately trying to gather him against you. 

Sebastian was the one to break the moment, grabbing your cheeks as he pulled back. His lips were wet and slightly swollen, as he ruggedly breathed out against your skin. "So?"

"So, what?" you teased.

"Come on" he whined, kissing you again, this time more aggravated and determined. "Can we do this? Do you want it?"

"Are we going all out? Real couple? Exclusive, all strings attached kind of thing?" you beamed with excitement and so did he, hearing you.

"If you want to," Sebastian nodded. "I don't want to pressure you, but I'm crazy about you"

"You're not pressuring me. I adore you, Seb. I'm all yours"

"What did you just say?" he smirked, kissing your lips and moving down along your jawline, "That you're all mine? Pretty sure I've never heard anything more beautiful in my whole life"

"Well, you'd better get used to it" you giggled.

And the goodness kept coming. You ate and god, how grateful were for his mum's recipe, it was simple, delicious and it tasted like home. Sebastian refused to tell you how to make it just so he could be your personal chef and cook it for you any time you wanted.

You cleaned the kitchen together, ate cake until the button of your jeans threatened to burst, and then settled on the couch, drinking red wine while scrolling through Netflix. 

As ethereal as everything was, there was still a weight pressing down on your shoulders. You didn't want your relationship to start with you already hiding things from him, so you decided there was a conversation that really needed to be had.

"Sebastian?" you asked softly, grabbing his upper arm and squeezing lightly in order to get his attention.

"Yes, doll?" he hummed, a little bit distraught, before returning to search through the channels.

"Can you look at me a bit?" you muttered, "I wanna talk to you about something"

It was then he realised you were serious. Without question, he turned the TV off and leaned back on the couch, his slightly concerned eyes studying your features. "Are you ok?"

"Yes" you giggled and he visibly relaxed.

"Did I-"

"You didn't do anything!" you stopped him again, leaning down to kiss his lips. He was happy to reciprocate, but you didn't allow things to escalate. "I want to talk about something, and -" you cringed, your palms watering, "And I totally understand if it'll chance the way you see things"

"What are you talking about?"

He was rubbing your thigh, visibly growing impatient. But he allowed you to speak at your own pace.

"Um… you remember a while ago, I told you I was in that kind of a friends with benefits relationship?"

"Yeah" he nodded, "What about-"

"It is obviously over now that we took things to the next step, but these are my best friends we're talking about here. I just... couldn't help but wonder... I don't know… I feel like it wasn't fair to you.. considering how that went on until very very recently and-"

"Babe?" Sebastian stopped you, his voice soft and eyes even more so, "What are you trying to say? Did you think I'd be mad because you had sex before being in a relationship with me?"

"Huh" you gawked, "When you put it like that, it sounds really fucking stupid"

"I'm sorry, Y/n, but it kind of is" he laughed, shaking his head, "You're a free woman, you can do whatever you want. You don't have to explain yourself to me, especially when it comes to things like this"

"So you.. don't mind me seeing them again? Like friends, of course!"

He frowned a bit, scratching the back of his head. "I trust you, ok? I like to think that you wouldn't have been here with me if you had any feelings for any of them."

"Thank you"

"Come here-" Sebastian urged you, eager to bring you close against his chest again. He rubbed your back and rested his head on top of yours, "I really appreciate you telling me this. It was bugging you, and I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me"

"I was worried it would be sitting in the back of your mind and you would feel uncomfortable bringing it up. I felt like I had to, like I owed you that much since you were so understanding with this thing from the beginning-"

"You don't owe me anything ok? I don't care what you did in the past, that's your business. I care what you do now, here, with me. And I might be blindly in love, but I doubt I have any reasons to worry"

"You really don't" you mumbled, settling into his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, "I'm so happy to be here with you, I don't want anything else"

"Me neither, doll, me neither" he sighed, kissing your temple and bringing you closer.

The night ended relatively early. If you were in love with him at the beginning of the evening, now you were head over heels. You fell asleep cuddling, and you had never felt so loved before. Deep down inside, you regretted not allowing things to escalate, but sleeping with him so soon after your last encounter with Henry and Chris just didn't feel right. And of course he understood. The awe and respect for you was visible in his eyes when you explained what was holding you back. That night you slept better than you had in weeks.

The next morning, you left quite early, both of you having your schedules quite full. When you entered your apartment it was quiet and dark, and you couldn't help but smile bitterly at the memories from the day before.

You made your way to the kitchen, and stopped dead in your tracks when you saw a pink bag and a piece of paper right by its side. It didn't take long until you eyed the donuts inside the bag, but you didn't pay too much attention to them as you picked up the letter beside it and read it over.

"Hey, Y/n,

The reason I wrote you this is because I didn't want to interrupt your date, but this has to be said, you deserve that much. I can't lie and say that last night I didn't stay here until 3am hoping you'd come back. It's awful of me, I know, but I really hoped your date would go horribly wrong and that you'd come home early. It's not that I don't want you to be happy… I just wish it wasn't with him. And again, I can't lie and say that I didn't drop by in the morning. I brought you those donuts you love so much, but you weren't here. It was absolutely unfair of me, I know, but during these last few months, I fell in love with you. I know I should've told you before, and I hope you don't think I'm saying this now to burst your bubble. The reason I'm doing this is because you deserve an explanation. I'm sorry, but I can't be around you right now. I need to get you out of my head, and seeing you now, would only make it more difficult. Please don't reach out, you'll only pull me back in. I love you too much, I need some time away to screw my head back on. I'd be lying if I said I won't be waiting for you. Even if I won't actively/purposely do it, I can't imagine a day when I won't jump if you told me to. Please, don't think I'm doing this to hurt you, you're my favorite person in the whole wide world. I will always love you. I wish you and Sebastian the absolute best. This is difficult for me to say, but I hope he is everything you ever wanted. I hope he'll make you happy and treat you like the angel you are. This isn't goodbye or the end of our friendship, it's just me needing to step back. I wish you the best, god knows you deserve it!

PS: I replaced your superman costume, I know you begged me for weeks to give you one, and I ruined it yesterday. I had a spare one at home, it's on your bed now. I hope you don't mind I took the old one with me… you know? Memories...

All my love,

Your Henry"

[yakultberry]

✪ summary: your roommate is keeping you up and you try to take matters into your own hands. ✪ pairing: rocker!yuta x reader; very brief mention of frat boy!jaehyun ehehehe ✪ genre(s): angst, fluff, roommates to lovers ✪ word count: 1.6k words

✪ a/n: hello everyone, i've returned once more to post a fic i've written for my love's, @haechanblr, birthday 🥰 happy happy birthday, my spouse, i hope you had the best day today <3 i love you!! also this is the first time i'm posting for nct aaaaa i hope you all enjoy!!

[1:35 AM.] The screen of your phone illuminates the dark room, and you let out a frustrated groan when you see that it’s already been 40 minutes. And he’s still just tuning his guitar. You shuddered to think how long his subsequent practice might be. You throw the covers over your head in hopes of muffling the electric strums, but you still feel them vibrate through your walls. “You gotta be kidding me,” you mutter to yourself, now layering one of your fluffy pillows on your head without much more luck.

For the past year or so, you considered living with Nakomoto Yuta as one of the best decisions you have ever made. Sure, he could wash his dishes a little more often and sure, he could fix his sleeping schedule so that you don’t wake up at 4am to hear him writing another song for his band. But you didn’t really care about all that; not when he was the one that comforted you through your toughest days. You wouldn’t even have to say anything, and suddenly Yuta would be there with takeout from your favorite ramen place and that dazzling smile of his.

Who knew a rocker with bright red hair and leather jeans could have such a soft side?

You realized about six months ago that you had fallen in love with him; the butterflies that incessantly fluttered every time he brushed past you in the kitchen and your heart that burst every time you made him laugh made no doubt of that. This was a major problem, you had decided. Feelings like these never ended well. Not for you anyway. And you’d be damned if you let them get in the way of having Yuta in your life.

So you pretended like the feelings did not exist. And for the most part, it had worked; you and Yuta lived together as usual. Each day, you got to wake up excited for whatever adventure Yuta would bring into your little apartment without the fear of scaring him away with whatever mess was happening in your chest. Until a month ago when he brought home a stray cat, claiming her name was Brie (after the cheese). At that moment, you knew you had to take extra measures to tame that relentless heart of yours before it got more out of hand.

That’s why you’re here, trying to get some sleep so you could wake up at the ass crack of dawn to go hiking with Jaehyun from your English class. It would be your second date with him, and for a frat boy who isn’t quite your type, he did help you suppress your feelings. You had told Yuta about your early plans, and usually, that would have been enough for him to stay quiet for the night. And yet, you have a strong feeling that you could be in for a long night if you don’t intervene right now.

With a huff, you throw off your covers and pillow and stomp over to the room next door, unceremoniously letting yourself in. His room is messy as always with clothes and instruments strewn about; you don’t even bother trying to navigate it, and instead stay by the door. Yuta, who is sitting on his unmade bed, barely spares you a glance before he’s back to toying with his guitar, only fueling your frustration more.

“Yuta,” you say sternly. He answers with a non-committal hum, which at least gives you the impression that he knows you’re there. “I need to wake up early tomorrow, remember?”

“You do? For what?” he mumbles, most of his focus remaining on his guitar. You gape at him. You had definitely told him about your date over dinner and he had definitely said ‘okay’, or something along those lines. So why the fuck was he being so difficult?

“For my date with Jaehyun? I have to leave early so we can see the sunrise or whatever.”

“Oh.” He frowns at the strings he is still strumming, absolutely refusing to make any type of eye contact with you. “You’re still going to that?”

“I-- yes, I am,” you say, brows furrowed. He is being so weird. “So I would very much appreciate it very much if you could keep it down for tonight, because I’d rather not look like a zombie when I go on my date.”

Finally, Yuta looks up at you, his expression now indiscernible. “Why?”

“I mean, I don’t think it’s odd to want to look nice for a date--”

“No, I mean,” he lets out a sigh, “why are you going out with this guy?”

At this point, all you can do is stare at him incredulously, unable to help the frustration slowly coming to a boil under your skin. “Wha--What do you mean?”

“Do you even like him?” The question hits you like a punch to the gut, leaving you speechless as you scramble for some kind of answer. Suddenly, the air in the room is thick and it slowly seeps into your lungs when you open your mouth to reply, but no words seem to come out. “Well, do you?”

Your mouth feels dry. “W-why does it matter?”

“That isn’t an answer.” It wasn’t, but to you, it really didn’t matter whether you liked Jaehyun or whoever you went on a date with or not. That wasn’t the point. He helped you forget and that was a good enough start for you. But you couldn’t exactly tell Yuta that. Now, your roommate looks straight at you, his gaze piercing you as though it sees right through you. “It’s just… why would you date him if you don’t like him?”

“Who said I didn’t like him?” you retort all too quickly.

At that, Yuta lets out an amused scoff. The smirk he sends your way nearly makes your knees go weak. Why does he have to make this so difficult? “Oh come on. A frat dude? We both know that that’s not your type.”

The intensity of his gaze suddenly causes heat to rise up your neck to your cheeks-- whether it is from irritation or from the fluttering in your stomach, you aren’t quite sure. Either way, there isn’t any denying that Yuta is right, but you couldn’t let yourself fall apart so easily. You barely stammer out a reply. “I-- What if I just wanted to try something new?”

“Look,” Yuta says, setting his guitar aside so he can stand and face you. “It would be fine if you did like him. But you don’t, and that’s what’s been bothering me. Why would you go out with this guy that you clearly don’t like when…”

For the first time since you had met him, you think you see Yuta hesitate. As an aspiring rockstar, Yuta always seemed to ooze confidence no matter what he did, whether it was performing a new song on stage or trying to convince you that he can bake cookies without burning the entire complex down. So the way his voice tapers off and the way his eyes shake while he continues to look at you with that unreadable expression is a foreign sight to you. It makes you want to go to him, to be nearer to him, but you opt to stay in place as always.

To your surprise though, you’re the first to break the silence. You realize that you had been holding your breath. “...When what?”

“When I’m right here.”

You aren’t quite sure what you had expected him to say, but it definitely wasn’t that. The four words, so simple and concise, seem to take ages to process in your head. Are you dreaming? Did you actually fall asleep earlier and this is just some cruel trick your subconscious is playing on you? Does he know the meaning of his words? In your daze, you don’t realize that Yuta has made his way to you, and you nearly gasp when you feel how close he is-- it’s the closest you’ve ever been to him. Though he’s not touching you, you feel the warmth of his body, and for once, you let yourself stay.

“Yuta…” you start, but you’re at a loss for what to say.

“Or have I been imagining this whole year? I… I care so much about you, daisy,” Yuta says earnestly. The way he says his nickname for you is so tender, so sincere, and you realize that this is real. This is happening. “I know we haven’t said anything out loud, but I just thought that we were both feeling something. Was it just me?”

You quickly shake your head, and something in you is courageous enough to take his hand in yours. “I felt it too. I just… I just didn’t want to lose you.”

“Baby, you have me.” There it is again: that breathtaking smile that somehow eases all your worries while also being the very source of them. Slowly, you smile back, unable to process all the emotions rushing through you, and you only realize that you’re crying when Yuta reaches up his free hand to softly wipe your tears away with his thumb. He can’t help but chuckle fondly at the sight of you, and that’s when he says it. “I love you.”

At the moment, you know the only feeling that really matters is the one that you share with him. You sniffle. “I love you, too.” And with that, all of Yuta’s hesitation disappears. He pulls you to him and fits his lips over yours, as though they were meant to be there all this time. You instantly press closer, unable to get enough of the sweet kisses that you must have imagined a hundred times over. You definitely prefer the real thing.

A bit later, you text Jaehyun to let him know that you wouldn’t be able to make it in the morning. You do still end up staying up for the sunrise though, the bright rays gently seeping through the sheer curtains of Yuta’s windows as you lay happily in his arms.

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so i read this scenario on reddit and i thought it would be a cute and fluffy fic idea if you want to write it :)

one of the Pedro boys (i was thinking frankie or marcus moreno but you can put any one of them that you feel like would fit the story) lands himself in the hospital and the reader visits him often cause they’re friends. they notice that every time they visit, his heart rate monitor speeds up, like not enough to cause alarm but enough to be noticeable, and that’s how she finds out that he likes her and they decide to date (after he gets out of hospital)

Appendicitis (Frankie Morales x f!reader)

Summary: ^^

W/C: 2.4K

Warnings: talk of being ill, vomit, pain, lots of talk of hospitals and that being a major setting, Frankie is a dad, language

A/N: welcome back to Josie’s quest to clean her inbox! This idea was so precious!! I hope you guys like it!!

Frankie is in fucking agony. Never has he felt something as painful as this, never has such pain radiated through his body so intensely that he has no choice but to vomit out his stomach’s contents.

He spends the day at home, occupying his daughter as best he can while he’s in such suffering. He figures that maybe it’s just really bad gas cramping or constipation. Marisol plays quietly, at her daddy’s request, watching her favorite Disney movies on the couch while nuzzled into his side. Frankie has never been so grateful to get her into bed at the end of the day.

After a full day of the pain, and realizing that it wasn’t going away no matter how many painkillers he took, Frankie gave in around midnight. Lying in his bed, skin turning gray and the pain now decisively in his right side, Frankie called you.

After a few rings, you picked up. “Hey, Fish.”

“Hi.” His voice sounds agonized. “How much do you charge for babysitting again?” He asks, the strain clear.

You’re confused, pushing the phone closer to your ear and thinking it might be the distance that makes him sound so odd. “Uh, you’re my friend, so free. You need me to take Mari?” You ask him.

He nods. “Yeah; how much for like a week though? I don’t want to impose though, and-“

His voice sounds terrible. “Frankie. Shut up. A week? What’s wrong? I can take Marisol for as long as you need, but I gotta know what’s going on.”

Frankie is quiet before he grunts softly in pain. “I think my appendix might be fucked up. It hurts like fucking hell. Mari’s asleep, I don’t wanna wake her or anything, but could you-“

You cut him off once more, sitting bolt upright. “I’m on my way over. Do you think you can hang on until I get there? I can drive you to the hospital, or we’ll get one of the boys.”

“That sounds good,” Frankie agrees. “Fuckin’ ambulances are so expensive.”

You chuckle softly. “Hang in there, Fish, okay? I’m gonna call Will, see if he can drive you and I’ll stay with Mari. How’s that?”

Marisol loves you. There’s no better solution in Frankie’s eyes: she behaves better for you than she does for him. She’ll be in good hands, happy for as long as he needs to be in the hospital healing. “Perfect. God, you’re a fucking angel. Don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve better than me,” you snort as you pull on a hoodie and slip on some shoes. “I’m gonna call Will. You got this, Fish. Distract yourself. I’ll send you updates.”

When you arrive at the Morales household, Will’s truck is already in the driveway. He lives closer, so it makes sense. Be quiet and don’t wake Mari, you remember as you slip off your shoes and head up the stairs of Frankie’s home. It’s quiet, unsurprising for this time of night, and you know Mari is a light sleeper. Frankie would never want to wake her at this hour.

Wandering into his room, you find Will standing next to the bed and an incredibly worn-looking Frankie. His skin holds barely any color, his face almost green in nausea. You rush to his side. “Frankie, holy shit,” you exclaim in a loud whisper, taking his hand. “You’re okay?”

“I will be if Miller mans up and gets me out of this bed,” he says, followed by a chuckle with no humor.

Will sighs. He’s wearing pajamas too, looking as exhausted as you are. Frankie groans as he hears Mari’s tiny voice over the baby monitor. “Fuck. You’re staying with her, Will’s bringing me?” He clarifies, looking up at you with bloodshot eyes.

Nodding, you squeeze his hand. “Give me directions quickly and I’ll go get her. You gotta sit up first, Frankie,” you reassure him.

He squeezes your hand back tight and sits up, his face contorting in pain. There’s a flush of redness to his cheeks, and it makes him look more human for a moment until it fades again. “She won’t fall back asleep unless she’s in this bed with you. She needs the attention. Uh, food is in the fridge, you know emergency shit,” he says, with surprising coherence for the pain he’s in.

You nod and ruffle Frankie’s soft bedhead. “Benny- fuck,” you wince, knowing the Miller brothers hate being mixed up. Somehow, even with their distinct personalities, you do it all the time. “Will. Send me updates,” you remind him as you stand. “And you, Francisco,” you murmur and press a kiss to his sweat-beaded forehead, “get some strong pain meds and get better for me and Mari.” You smile softly and walk out of the room.

The room next to Frankie’s is beautiful, a sage green paint and lots of woodland creatures painted on the walls by Frankie’s surprisingly artistic hands. There’s a crib covered by a creamy white canopy and the little girl pokes her head up, tilting to the side in confusion as she sees you.

It’s not fear, of course. Mari loves you, absolutely adores you in fact. She’s just… confused. Her little brain can tell it’s the middle of the night. “Where’s Daddy?” She asks, making uppy arms at you.

You walk over to her crib, picking her up and kissing her head. “Daddy’s got a tummyache, cutie,” you tell her and tickle her tummy gently, making her giggle and bury her tiny face in your chest. “He’s gonna go see the doctor and get it all fixed up, okay? You and I are gonna have so much fun,” you assure her, and she giggles again.

You can hear two sets of feet, slowly moving. “Let’s go give Daddy a kiss goodbye, okay?” Mari nods and rubs her little eyes.

Frankie’s got an arm around Will’s shoulders in the hall, looking absolutely agonized. He smiles a little as he sees you and his baby. “Hey, patita,” he chuckles. He dubbed her duckling from the soft tufts of fluff on her head as a baby. “Be good while I’m gone.”

Mari nods and puts a hand on either side of Frankie’s sweating face, making a little pout and giving him a kiss. “Love you, Daddy,” she says, a yawn overtaking her tiny face.

“Love you too,” he nods and looks up at you. “I owe you.”

“Friends don’t owe each other,” you shake your head. “Now get your a… butt to the hospital, Morales,” you tell him and pat Will on the shoulder. “Thanks, man.”

He nods at you and the two men shuffle along through the house until they can get Frankie into the car and on his way to (hopefully) sedation and a cure.

Yawning again, Mari’s big brown eyes look up at you from where you hold her on your hip. “Snack?” She asks you, pointing towards the kitchen.

Her little voice and tiny, pudgy fingers are too much. “I suppose. Only because we’re having special girls’ time,” you tease and boop her nose. Setting her on the counter, you grab some cubes of cheese and some berries, which you make sure are in small pieces.

Mari’s content to eat her snacks with you, and you can see her growing sleepier again as the plate empties out. “Sleepy?” You ask her, and she nods. “Alright, cutie pie,” you sigh and lift her, holding her to your chest as she wraps her arms around your neck and her legs around your torso. “Do you want me to cuddle with you?” You ask.

She nods. “Gotta snuggle for late sleepies. Daddy says that.”

The words melt your heart. Frankie’s always been so good with her, so warm and skilled and precious. It only makes your crush on the man grow every time his little girl babbles about how much she loves her daddy. “Does he?”

She nods. “Daddy sings for me.”

Frankie singing Marisol to sleep. The idea melts your heart. You need in on that. “What does he sing to you?” You ask. “What’s your favorite song that daddy sings to you?”

She thinks for a moment as you sit on the edge of the bed, allowing her to clamber off your lap and into the cozy king-sized bed. “Rocket Man.” It’s hard to decipher in her baby-talk, but you get it.

“He sings that for you?” You ask as you get under the covers, into the blankets that are still warm from Frankie’s body heat, that smell like his cologne.

Mari snuggles into your chest, and nods softly. “Can you sing Rocket Man?”

“Of course,” you nod and trace little circles into the toddler’s back, singing the Elton John song to her in a soft voice. It doesn’t take long, now that she’s in her daddy’s bed and got a snack, for her to fall asleep. She snores softly, and you follow suit not too long after.

-

It did turn out that Frankie had appendicitis. The doctors weren’t entirely sure what caused it, but you and the Miller brothers rotated your time with Marisol at home and the hospital with Frankie, as his stay was painfully long for such an active man. Santiago video chatted often, but being out of town prevented him from physically seeing Fish.

It took him about a week to recover, and that time was mostly spent napping or watching the television in his room. He’d bullshit with the guys or you when you were around, and he especially loved the time of the afternoon every day where one of you brought Marisol to see him.

Usually it was just you or one of the Millers who stayed in the room with him. The other two either stayed with Marisol or got to stay at home and rest for themselves. It was a lucky day when you and Benny got to both be with Frankie for a while, telling stories and laughing. It was your turn to be off-duty, but all you wanted from your free time was to be with the man.

Your presence has always made Frankie’s heart rate a little faster. It’s always made his palms a little clammy, and his pants a little tighter sometimes. At least now he can attribute it to the pain.

Every time his eyes catch yours, his heart monitor gets a little louder. It’s odd, but you shrug it off. It can’t mean anything. It’s just your Frankie. After an hour or so of spending time with the guys, you run to get fast food for the three of you. While you’re away, you receive a text from Benny.

Benny Boy: you’re fucking with his head, bro

You: what?

Benny Boy: the heart rate monitor is nearly silent right now. every time frankie looks at you it spikes, don’t tell me you haven’t been noticing that

You: do you want nuggets or a burger?

You: thats ridiculous, Benny.

Benny Boy: always nuggets. but seriously, his heart rate is at like 54 right now, he’s just chilling and kind of dozed off. let’s check it when you come back.

You: be prepared for the most boring science experiment ever. also, what dip do you want?

After you receive your bulging bags of food, stuffed from both Benny’s and Frankie’s massive appetites, you return to the hospital.

You: walking in. pulse status?

Benny: 60. he’s a little more awake now.

As you enter the room, Frankie turns to you and grins. “Hey. What did you get?” He asks.

You plop the bags on the small table overhanging Frankie’s bed and grin. “Just your usual order. I know what you like,” you shrug as you unpack the food.

Beep beep beep beep. HR: 77

Smiling at the rate of Frankie’s heart, more than you should really, you sit down back next to Benny and the three of you eat your food. It’s somewhat quiet, the chatter dying as you devour the fast food, savoring the grease and salt.

After everyone is finished, you stand and clean up the garbage, tossing it all away. You sit back down on Frankie’s bedside. “So, macho man. How’s the pain?” You ask, your fingers tracing his good side.

Beep beep beep beep beep. HR: 86

He shrugs. “It hurts like a bitch, and they said it’s gonna keep hurting like a bitch.”

“Poor baby,” you chuckle, cupping the side of his face and kissing his forehead softly.

Beep beep beep beep beep beep. HR: 96

Benny groans and stands. “I’m gonna hit the bathroom.” He smacks your arm as he walks past, as if rubbing in the evidence he’s found. “And then take a walk, I think.”

You’re still seated at Frankie’s side, on the inflatable hospital mattress. “Oh Benjamin,” Frankie rolls his eyes. “Why’d he leave so quick?”

You shrug, though you know the answer. “Who knows? Benny can’t even predict himself,” you chuckle. Frankie’s hand rests over his chest. You slide your hand over his torso and lace your fingers through his until you’re holding it. You can feel his heart thumping steadily against it. “I’m really glad you’re okay.”

Beep beep beep beep. HR: 104

He smiles. “I’m lucky I have you.”

You sigh softly as you look up at the heart rate monitor again. “I gotta say, you have a really high resting rate,” you say nonchalantly, as if you believe it.

Frankie’s face warms. “I, uh-“

“I’m kidding, Frankie,” you mumble softly to him, smiling a little. “I really like you, and I think that monitor is helping me know you like me too. When you get out of here, can we maybe go on a date some time?”

Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep. HR: 112

Nodding enthusiastically, those floppy curls move with his head. “I would love that,” he tells you with a beaming smile. “God, have you been able to tell all day?” He asks as he looks up at the monitor, his ears burning with heat as he reads the pulse rate. It’s embarrassingly high.

“Yeah,” you finally admit and smile down at him. “But it’s cute. And it makes me feel all warm inside because I finally know you like me too.”

Big brown eyes stare up at you with all of the love in the world. “If I wasn’t wearing a hospital gown, I’d kiss you right now,” he promises. “But that’ll have to wait.”

“Yes it will,” you nod and kiss his forehead again, easing him back against the mattress he’d lifted up from slightly. “Now I’m going to go find Benny, and you slow down that heart rate,” you tease and ruffle his curls.

“I’m not gonna be able to slow it down with you around,” he says with a soft smile, his eyes slipping shut.

-

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