#wait I need to kick her out of something brb

[obstinaterixatrix]

air was telling me about that ultimatum reality dating show thing & that’s crazy. I know it’s probably mostly the aromanticism but I can’t imagine clinging to someone when you’re at the point of making an ultimatum. I’d just leave.

[agustdiv1ne]

in no particular order, here are my favorite fics that i've read this year!! please show a lot of love to all of these wonderful authors <3 (also please heed their rules, esp for nsfw fics!!)

part of my 2023 wrap up!

@koqabear

um like. quite literally everything sol has posted this year. i am being so serious. check out their masterlist right NEOWWWW and read EVERYTHING

@blackhairedjjun

flowers of every color — i could rave about this series for like 10 hours straight, i'm not even kidding. it's sweet with the perfect amount of angst to really draw you in, i fell in love with every character more and more with each chapter <3 now where is my prince!jjunie :(

@tyunkus

amazon wishlist (m) — me when me when me when roommate!tyun offers to fuck me...god, i need this so bad

@jishyucks

gloves & dittany — OHHHHH how i love this fic...one of the best harry potter aus i have ever read, and with yeonjun?? slytherin!yeonjun!!!! ooooo you really got me good, op <3

bittersweet — *cowboy cat meme* DRUNK SOOOOOOOOOB i think this wins the award for being the cutest fic i read in the year of 2023

@beom-pyu

i can't swim, idiot! (m) — i will never not shut up about this fic...just faking married? with beomgyu?? with feelings involved??? yeah. Yeah <3

like the moon — merman!kai you will always be famous to me, one of my all-time favorites by far!!!!!

@toruro

answers (m) — this academic rival!taehyun fic had me screaming crying gnawing on my leg like wtf mika. how could you do this to me. i am dead now.

@hyukalyptus

something nice (m) — i went SOOOO insane over this fic like the dynamics were just. scrumptious. i love yeonkai i love this fic i love hp for writing this yes yes yes

like, never ever? (m) — ohhhh my god. this one really got me good,, dom best friend!beomgyu giving mc her first orgasm?? sign me tf up !!!!!!

@qqtxt

sway with me — i sent this in for their 1k event i just :')))) i love this so so so much!!!! dancing with yeonjun is my dream, so thank you for taking my request op!! <3

@hueareloved / @huenation

my love mine all mine (m) — the most tender and soft and SWEET nsfw fic i have ever read, so in love with this and sleepy lovesick jjunie AGHH brb rereading this

ditto — ohhhh how i love angst. amor's writing style is beautiful and it made this beomgyu fic that much more heart-wrenching <3

@huckleberrykai

laundry basket (m) — no bc this went CRAZYYY with the perv!mc thing, savored every single word of this kai fic tbh

comfy cozy (m) — CUTE AF. i am the biggest proponent of soft smut and berry writes it so well <3 i loveee soft yeonjun more than life itself

@aduh0308 / @banggyu0308

yeehaw (m) — OKAYYY cowboys!taejun fucking destroyed me like. i don't think i ever recovered from this

berry sorbet (m) — i need kai to be my soulmate rn wtf. cute n sweet and i loved it

@boba-beom

airport crush pt.2 (m) — the minute smiles told me she was working on airport crush pt.2 i passed away. nothing could have prepared me for this fic, it destroyed me in the best way...god, i need yeonjun so bad

trapped in your game (m) — i salivated. i quaked. i (s)creamed. best friend!yeonjun, please hmu </3

@napofamoon / @mazeinthemoon

you're the one love (m) — moonie ATE with this fallen angel!yeonjun fic!! i love sacrilege n this was just sooo hot

@tubatwo

workaholic — this made me giggle and kick my feet so hard...i love you cafe boss taehyun, pls marry me

@hyuk4ngel

honeymoon avenue — i. love. angst. and fay is exceptionally talented at writing it!! taehyun better watch out tho >:(

@mapofthemazeinthemirror / @afterbluehours

untitled (m) — this yeonbin x reader fic is SOOOO hot like. i screamed. i cried. i rolled around in a fetal position because it just made me so insane

@nightlyawnzz

duality (m) — OHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYY GODDDDDDD i think this is one of the hottest kai fics i have ever read in my entire life. i don't often see kai as a hard dom in fics so this opened my eyes (can't wait for the final part!!)

@scintillasofbeomgyu

you are in love — one of my jjunie comfort fics!!! sweet n soft and everything to me :')

@petrichor-han

twenty-three suns (m) — rain's writing style hits me straight in the gut, especially with this summer fling au with taehyun :') lovely yet heart-wrenching and AGHH i love this

@ncteez

untitled (m) — UMMM this camboy!yeonjun fic altered the trajectory of my entire life. i fucking die every time i read this, like it has to be laced with crack or something

menace (m) — this was batshit INSANE LIKEEEE gangster!yoongi fucked me up so bad (in the best way)

@yeonboy

never meet your heroes — ONE OF MY FAVS EVER. LIKE. COLLEGE AU WITH SOOBIN???? I AM SO OBSESSED YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND

@ijhyo

how to get the girl — i ate this up SO hard. i just adore both the mc and beomgyu's characters in this, definitely another all-time favorite of mine

@cheolhub

head (m) — SAR YOU WERE INSANE FOR THIS. sub!soobin makes me so feral and this made my brainrot even worse UGHHH

@starbandit

backseat (m) — oh. oh yeah. now this is everything to me, best friend!yeonjun + car sex = a very very happy me

@tonicandjins

learning languages (m) — i don't often read donghyuck fics (or nct fics in general), but this one. oh, this one is beautiful. it made me cry, it made go through so many emotions i just. read this right now, you won't regret it

@heart2beom

cliche — i still vividly remember this first time that i read this, the dialogue is hilarious and it is just sweet n fluffy n AGHH i will forever adore this fic <3

and some more accounts with amazing fics!!!: @majestyjun @hyewka @taegimood @naomiarai @hyuk4sbf @fairyofshampgyu @enha-cafe @moonhoures @wolfytae-exe @dearlyjun @heartchoi @sook9i @tinietaehyun @minastras

a big thank you to all of these writers for sharing your works!! <3

[heavyhitterheaux]

Three More Heartbeats

First Babies of Private Garden Instagram AU/Fic

Liked by danivalentine, saweetie, softtcurse, fashionbylunaaa, neelamthadhani, 2forwoyne, shloob_, claybornharlow, dualipa, and 15,930,771 others

y/ninsta and jackharlow: blessed with not only one more heartbeat to love, but three.

mommy and daddy can't wait to meet you 🥺💕

normani: MY JAW IS ON THE FUCKING FLOOR! I CALLED IT! I SAID YOU WERE GOING TO HAVE TRIPLETS!

jackharlow: normani and she won't let me forget she's carrying three either 😭

saweetie: we can finally say something! AUNTIE SAWEETIE REPORTING FOR DUTY

jackharlow: saweetie and no you CANNOT get them grills for their first birthday

saweetie: jackharlow WHY NOT?!

jackharlow: saweetie 😐

jackandy/naremyparents: I FUCKING KNEW IT! MY BABIES ARE HAVING THREE BABIES 😭

urbandjack24: BRB CRYINGGGGGGGGGGG

dualipa: can't wait for them to meet their stepmommy! but all jokes aside, so incredibly happy for the two of you. you're going to be amazing parents. love you both so so much!

jackharlow: dualipa I'm ignoring the first part of your comment but don't think for a second that I won't use my blow torch, but we love you too. I guess.

danivalentine: can we talk about how I was the first one to notice she was pregnant and made her take a test? lol definitely wasn't expecting three though!

jackharlow: danivalentine older siblings know best!

claybornharlow: jackharlow not mine

jackharlow: claybornharlow don't come over for dinner later

druski2funny: Uncle Druski is ready to babysit!

lilnasx: druski2funny you need one yourself, they ain't trusting you with three newborns!

druski2funny: lilnasx and what makes you so qualified?!

lilnasx: druski2funny I have my childcare license

privategarden: our favorite couple is finally becoming parents!

jackharlow: privategarden and many more to follow!

y/ninsta: jackharlow watch yourself you little overachiever! next thing I know we'll literally be having eight children running around here

jackharlow: y/ninsta would that really be a bad thing?

y/ninsta: jackharlow for my vagina, yes 🙄

urbanwyatt: THE FIRST BABIES OF PRIVATE GARDEN!!!! I'M THE GODFATHER AND I HAVE HAD THIS POSITION FOR 8 YEARS AND IT'S FINALLY HAPPENINGGGGGGG 😭😭😭😭

allthingy/n: how much you wanna bet urbanwyatt cried when he found out? 😭😭😭😭😭

urbanwyatt: alltthingy/n I did, but not in front of them lol

softtcurse: Aunty Curse 4 lifeeeeeeee

theestallion: don't be surprised if you start to get packages from me on the daily for my three little angels!

claybornharlow: thank you for carrying our child. I'm excited to be a dad

jackharlow: claybornharlow square the fuck up NEOW

claybornharlow: jackharlow one day you'll let me live in my truth in peace

jackharlow: claybornharlow I'm kicking your ass

2forwoyne: not me up here with my damn eyes watering. they grow up so fast.

quiiso: still remember when jackharlow first laid eyes on y/ninsta and we all CALLED IT!

neelamthadhani: okay so even though I've known for some time, I'm still about to cry. the two of you are going to be amazing parents.

lilnasx: NOT MY PARENTS HAVING ANOTHER SET OF CHILDREN 😭😭😭😭😭

yungskylark: and she's already making us go on late night food runs for her. she has literally put us in rotation. jack has to go every time, but has to take one of us along so he doesn't forget anything lol

urbanwyatt: yungskylark because one time he forgot her ice cream and all hell broke loose in the Harlow household so of course her ass literally has us on a buddy system smh

y/ninsta: and it's obviously working too

shloob_: can we talk about how she was full blown crying yesterday because chipotle was closed and jackharlow was doing his best to console her? I thought we were all going to die 😭

jackharlow: shloob_ I thought she was going to make me sleep outside. not the couch, but outside because I'm the manager of chipotle and decided it was best to close early smh

y/ninsta: jackharlow you can still sleep outside

jackharlow: y/ninsta baby, you weren't supposed to see that

y/ninsta: jackharlow too late

sza: wait a minute, can we talk about urbanwyatt's photography skills because we already know that it was him who did the photoshoot

urbanwyatt: sza I would have hid her prenatal vitamins and her current obsession of hot pickles if she had asked someone else. got me fucked up 😤

saweetie: NOT THE PRENATAL VITAMINS! 😭

urbanwyatt: I took pictures with her by herself and with her and jackharlow but they wanted to keep those for themselves 🥰

urbanwyatt: oh and I'm in some photos too. jackharlow was NOT happy about that, but y/ninsta insisted lmaooooo

yungskylark: urbanwyatt at this point, they're yours too lmaooo

urbanwyattsource: I thought it was really sweet to find out urbanwyatt wouldn't accept money from jackharlow and y/ninsta for doing this photoshoot for them, but they did anyway and gave him triple the amount (for each kid?) bestie goals 😭

y/ninsta: I don't think yall understand when I say that urbanwyatt is literally our best friend and he would do anything for us. we always want to return the favor. love you urby 🥰

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 urbanwyatt: y/ninsta jackharlow thank you two for trusting me to bring your ideas to life

maggieharlow: so excited to be a grandmother to not only one baby, but three! jackharlow if you stress my daughter out and she tells me, expect me on your doorstep, no matter what time of the day or night it is

y/ninsta: maggieharlow thank you mom! jackharlow: maggieharlow just throw your biological child to the woods I see smh

jackharlowsource: girls? boys? both? do we know yet?!?!

y/ninsta: jackharlowsource danivalentine is the only one that knows

urbanwyattsource: Jack is going to lose his shit if it's three girls, that's almost halfway to eight

jackharlowsource: urbanwyattsource they are going to be so spoiled and especially if they look like y/ninsta, he can never tell her no lmaoooo they are going to run that household and jack is just going to be living in it

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"Boo bear?" You called out to Jack who was laying next to you and trying to stay awake for the movie that you two were watching.

"Yes, baby girl? You okay?"

"I want to leave the house, I'm tired of being stuck in here."

"You do leave the house, baby. You go to your doctor's appointments."

"Not the same, and you know it. I'm tired of hiding this pregnancy." You said while pouting and crossing your arms.

"Now are you absolutely sure? Because obviously once it's out, we can't take it back."

"No shit." You muttered as you rolled your eyes.

"Baby, quit it."

"But I AM SO BORED! All you do is feed me healthy shit and watch movies with me and make me exercise which is getting harder for me to do because I can't even see if my feet are attached to my body anymore. I need to leaveeeeee."

"They're attached, I promise. But if this is what you want to do, then okay." Jack said while shrugging but you could tell that he wasn't on board with the idea at all. 

"Really?!" You asked while turning to your right side to look at him.

"Yes, if this is what my wifey wants. I just have to be ten times more protective of you." You simply eyed him because you could tell deep down that he didn't want you to do it. 

"You do that now. You barely let me out of your sight. I'm lucky if you let me pee by myself."

"Do you blame me? We went from having a miscarriage to having not one, but three babies so excuse me if I'm a little protective, but one thing I'm not going to do for damn sure is apologize for it. You're my priority and you know that."

"I know, I understand why. I'm just miserable sometimes. I can't sleep properly and when I actually do, it's never for long periods of time. Might as well go outside."

All Jack did was sigh and look at you.

"You don't want me to post it do you?" You asked and you just looked down at your hands. You couldn't help it, but you started to cry.

"Oh fuck, baby don't cry! Okay, okay we'll post it! You don't have to cry, I didn't mean to upset you!"

"I JUST WANT THIS ONE THING, WHY WON'T YOU LET ME HAVE IT?!"

Just then you heard Urban's footsteps and assumed he had heard you crying and knew that Jack was about to get yelled at.

"JACK! WHY IS SHE CRYING?! WHAT DID YOUR ASS DO?!"

"HE WON'T LET ME POST MY PREGNANCY PICTURES ON INSTAGRAM!" You replied as you continued to wail.

"Um, well......" Urban started to say and then scratched the back of his neck.

"Well, what?! You agree with him?!" You asked as you found a tissue to wipe your face.

"We're just protective of you. All of us are, but you knew that already. If you do this, you know if you leave the house, you can't go anywhere by yourself. Even if it's to the damn mailbox."

"BUT URBYYYY!"

"Nope. I'm siding with your husband on this one."

“But….” You continued to cry and eventually they both agreed to let you do it.

“Look, if we do this, after we post it you still can’t go anywhere for a few days.” Jack said while sighing even though he was still uneasy about the whole thing. 

“Okay, fine. Oooohhh I want to go to wing stop first!”

“Out of all of the places that we can possibly go, that’s your choice?” Jack asked as Urban smacked him in the back of the head and you started to pout. 

“OW! SHIT!”

“Let the pregnant lady decide what she wants to do with her new found freedom. I’ll take you since your husband is being an ass.”

“HEY! No I’m not! I just want to make sure that’s what she really wants.”

“OOOHHHH BABE! THEY JUST RELEASED A NEW BIRKIN!” You said while shoving your phone into Jack’s face to show him.

“NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! YOU LITERALLY HAVE ALMOST 20 OF THEM!”

“That’s it, I’m calling Maggie.” You responded while opening your contacts on your phone and Jack just about damn near tackled you to get the phone away from you.

“WAIT! WHAT COLOR?!”

“Light blue please.” You said while smiling up at him and all he did was roll his eyes.

“Spoiled as shit, I swear.”

“No I’m not, I’m just well taken care of. There’s a difference.”

“There is? Enlighten me please.” Jack said while handing you his credit card so that you could order what you wanted. Since he handed it to you, that was an invitation for you to get anything that you wanted so you added three more Birkins to the cart.

“You take really good care of me and get me what I want.”

“That’s… that’s the definition of spoil…… BABY WHY IS MY TOTAL $10,000 DOLLARS?!”

“Huh?” You asked while looking to Urban for help who acted as if he didn’t know what was going on. 

“If you can huh, you can hear Mrs. Harlow!”

“I just wanted the girls to have matching ones! You know if they are girls that is!”

“Well, we already know how the four of you will gang up on me in order to get what you want.”

“We will do no such thing!”

All Jack did was eye you as Urban laughed. 

“Oh! What pictures should I post?”

“It would be none if it was left up to me, but you can post one and one only. That way the other ones are something special just for us.”

“The Harlows are about to break the internet, just watch.”

“And Normani can finally say that she was right the entire time.”

“Right about what?”

“She was the one who said that we would have triplets.”

After you and Jack agreed on which picture to post as your announcement to the world about your pregnancy, you logged out of instagram after finishing the movie and went downstairs in order to make some chicken alfredo pasta since you had been craving it.

The pasta was on the top shelf of the cabinet and you didn’t know where Jack or Urban was so you moved the chair so you could step up and reach it when you heard Jack yell from behind you.

“If you put one damn toe on that chair! Baby, you better not!”

“Oops.”

“Caught red handed! Why didn’t you call me to come help you?!”

“I can still do some things on my own without your help! I’m just pregnant!”

All Jack did was cross his arms and stare at you.

“Can you get me the pasta noodles, please?” You said in a small voice and Jack reached up to get them with no problem.

“You know all my therapy sessions are now centered around you and how you have me fearing for your life on a daily basis because you don’t ask for help. Baby, you have got to stop doing that. I know that’s what you're used to, but you can’t do that right now. Now what if you would have fallen and then what? You could have hit your head or anything could have happened.”

“I… just.. I feel like a burden sometimes.” You confessed while starting to boil the water for the noodles. You had your back turned to Jack so he couldn’t see how your eyes started to water. 

“What?! Why would you EVER think that? Baby, look at me. You are literally carrying three of my big headed children. You know I would do anything for you no matter how big or small and even if you weren’t pregnant, that’s not going to change. You know you’re my priority and you come first.”

“I know… I just feel helpless sometimes. I hate asking you for things that I used to be able to do on my own.”

“And you will soon get back to being able to do it on your own. Just not right now, okay?”

“Okay.” You quietly said as Jack leaned down to give you several kisses which you eagerly accepted and pulled him into a hug. 

“I love you and I only want to keep you safe.”

“I love you too and I know.” You said while hugging him tighter.

Just then Jack’s phone went off indicating a text from the group chat that you were both in from 2fo.

2fo- I think the two of you just broke the internet. Instagram is down AND twitter crashed ever since you two announced it two hours ago, I think TikTok might be next lmaoooo

“Baby, Urban called it.”

“What happened?”

“2fo said he thinks we broke the internet. Instagram and Twitter aren’t working and haven’t been for the last two hours.”

“Well, did you expect anything less? I make pregnancy look good.”

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

You and @tee-swizzle write Rafe Cameron so well. Brb messaging her too.

I've read both of your masterlists for him and need more-

Could you do prompts 1 and 3? Maybe some angst??

Also have fun on your vacation! I hope that you have a super fun time and can relax for a bit. I know that it's been a really rough year for you but I'm so thankful that you're here and can share your beautiful mind with us.

Oh my god, this is so sweet. Thank you so much for the kind words- I love whoever you are, this made my whole entire day. The world has not been kind on me or my community lately but I'm hoping it gets better soon. I adore you.

"Why are you here?" I ask with an annoyed tilt of my head, watching Rafe shield his eyes from the rain beating down on him from above. I wait patiently as he comes up with a sad excuse, his eyes flickering from between my face to the ground, ashamed.

"I needed to see you." He mutters, trying to step closer to me but I hold my hand out to him, stopping him from coming any closer as I feel my heart begin to crack in my chest.

"Bullshit, what do you really want from me?" I demand, trying to keep my composure but it's so hard when I can tell from the look in his eyes that he's hurting. "Were you lonely or something-"

"Something, look can I please just come in?" He begs, voice dripping with desperation and I pause for a second, weighing the pros and cons before my head dips and I step out of the way for him to enter my apartment.

"Fine." I huff and he immediately slips past me and into the warmth, rubbing at his arms. "I know you get off at being scary and making women feel shitty about themselves but I'm not afraid of you."

"Contrary to popular belief, I don't like that everyone hates me, okay?" He snaps, an apologetic expression passing across his face immediately when he says it.

"Then be a nicer person and people might like you more." I cross my arms over my chest in an attempt to guard myself a bit more but he just gives me a sad smile and presses a hand to his chest.

"Ouch." He hisses, stripping himself of his jacket before flopping down on my couch. "I know that I deserve you kicking the emotional crap out of me for breaking up with you but seriously go easy on me." He pleads, eyes softening as I bite at the inside of my cheek, debating on whether to believe him or not.

"What happened?" I ask, ignoring my gut, sitting down beside him on the couch but keeping enough distance between us so that I don't give him the wrong idea.

"My dad." He mutters with a deep pained sigh, eyes flickering down to his lap where he plays with the strings on his sweatpants. My heart cracks even more at the thought of him going through this, the abuse, alone. But he chose to end our relationship. "Just needed to get out, didn't know where else to go."

"Maybe not your exes house." I tease, trying to ease the tension in the room the slightest bit but it doesn't appear to work, his frown just deepens even more.

"Like I said, this is the only place I could go." He sniffles, reaching up to run his hand through his hair, tugging gently as he shakes his head before pushing his face into his hands.

"You can stay, but don't think this is me forgiving you."

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[regret-breathing]

complaining at 4am again: angry edition

its fucked up that not only can i not afford to have a room with walls and im forced to sleep on a painful couch acting as the live in maid/therapist to a woman i despise who behaves like a teenager, but i cant even get a job to fix this. like what the fuck am i supposed to do when to keep my current awful couch im sleeping on i have to be cleaning up after and supporting my roommate 24/7, but in order to leave id need extensive time to meticulously comb the atrocious job market in my city until some fuckass 711 will hire me because im not qualified enough to work anywhere else.

too broke to not be at the whims of this horrible soulless white girl, too exhausted to find a job, too disabled to have the work experience or degree that would get me said job, too useless to find a way out of this hell. all i can do is wait for her to get disgruntled over something minuscule and kick me out, or until i snap and tell her the truth about how i feel about her at which point im definitely getting kicked out.

im teetering on the edge of a looooot of bad shit right now and i dont entirely think im likely to make it out of this alive unless i won the damn lottery. brb developing a drinking problem in secret because im not “allowed” to keep alcohol in her apartment.

and hey, soulless white girl i live with, if youre stalking my fucking tumblr again and find this post, ive lost any remaining shred of respect for you and if you have any problem with any of this i invite you to come at me with a knife and see how that goes, because kicking me out and trying to kill me at this point will have the same impact. just know that without me youd have lost literally everyone you love in your life to your own childish bullshit if i wasnt coaching you through every social situation for the last 2 years, and i have more dirt on you than you can even remember so, good luck if you fuck me over because im a petty bitch who doesnt play around when it comes to my housing <3

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 126. brb x oc

a/n: Nicole is a joy to write, she really is. reblogs and comments are super encouraged <3333

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none.

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Nicole’s light eyes were the first thing people noticed about her, light green that looked like the fanciest gems in the world, shining and bright and full of wonder, Nicole was a baby but she was so smart, and curious too…she wanted to know where they were because her father carried her out of the car before handing her over to her mother. 

This was a new place! She had never seen this huge building before! It wasn’t her nonni’s house or her grandpa Mav’s place, no this was so big and shiny! Nicole blabbed something, kicking her tiny legs as she was carried by Beatrice, gurgling happily.

“Well,aren’t you happy?” Rooster smiles as he opens the doors for his girls to enter, ‘She’s very happy today.”

“She is.” Beatrice agrees,kissing Nicole’s head and then turning towards Rooster, “Roos,remember-”

He makes a zipping motion over his lips, winking at her, “My lips are sealed.”

Beatrice sighs in relief, nodding at him and the two walk past the concierge who just smiled at them and gestured to the elevators. The woman was so used to them by now she didn’t even need to tell them what to do, they just entered and waited until the doors closed.

The reflection of the three of them faced back, in fact, Nicole’s reflection was wide eyed and confused, her little body stiff and alert because she just couldn’t understand what was happening. She looked back at her parents, then at the metal doors, then back up at the two, her little brows furrowing at how weird this was, “That’s your reflection,Nikki.” Rooster says, leaning down a bit to grab her little arm,kissing that minuscule hand and waving.

The other Nicole waved back, the little baby just looked even more confused, “Aahn!” she turned her head to hide her face from what she was seeing, preferring to hold onto her mother than seeing…whatever or whoever that was. Beatrice,who was deep in thought, looks down when she feels Nicole burying her face into her shirt, trying to hide herself from her reflection, “What’s happening?”

Rooster laughs, gently brushing Nicole’s head, “She got spooked,” he points to the doors, “By our doppelgangers.”

Beatrice blinks up to where he was gesturing, then back down at Nicole, laughing softly, “Nikki, it’s okay,” but her baby girl was holding onto her arm, refusing to look back ahead, “Okay, fine, come here.” she adjusts Nicole in her hold to tuck her on the curve of her shoulder, kissing her soft hair with one of her hands touching her back, “It’s okay,honey…it’s just you, but you are too young to notice it yet.”

“Imagine when she figures out shadows.” her husband jokes, “She’ll freak out.”

“She will.” Bea laughs, still rubbing Nicole’s back, “....what do you think Ev wants to talk about?”

Rooster shrugs, crossing his arms as they wait, “I have no idea, did she give you any…hints?”

“No, nothing at all.”

Bradley hums while still keeping his eyes on Beatrice,”Maybe something about her,” he stares down his wife’s stomach,”Pregnancy.”

“Maybe- oh,we are here,” she shushes him,”Nothing happened.”

“Nothing happened.”

Nicole only looked up when the doors opened and she saw something else, a door, a door that opened and showed her aunt Evelyn there waiting for them. She looked…relaxed, she didn’t seem upset at all, in fact she looked really happy? “Glad you three showed up, hi Nikki.” Evelyn smiles, leaning down a bit to be on her honorary niece’s eye level, “How are you,sweetie? Are you okay?”

Nicole babbled something that only makes Evelyn smile more and straighten her body, opening her door wider, “Come on in, Jake is inside too.” she mentions it mainly to Rooster, who nods while guiding Beatrice inside.

And once they do it’s…a lot different.

For one there are so many boxes inside, in different shapes and sizes and colors. Wiley was sitting on top of a large one, eyes closed and tail flicking as Jake messed with something in the background. The blonde pilot looked up from what he was doing to smile, “Well,look who it is.” he smirks, pushing himself to his feet with a grunt - everyone ignored the obvious pop of joints that came out of his knees when he did so- “No one told me the little princess was coming!”

If Rooster had to list everyone in the Squad who adored Nicole more than him and Bea, he had to admit Jake was on the top three - Payback unfortunately remained on the first place - because he truly adored their daughter. Rooster was okay with it because he knew Nicole would have…a lot of uncles and aunts who are just insane for her and would be just as bad as him when it came to her defense.

“Hi Bea.” Jake hugs Beatrice quickly, then turns to Rooster, “Rooster.”

“Hangman.” they clap hands onto a shake,” You seem busy.”

“You noticed,did you?” he looks back at the boxes, hands on his hips and a tired sigh leaving his mouth, “Yeah, setting everything up for the little one.” he nods towards Evelyn, who was slowly making her way over with her arms crossed, “Wanna help? Or are you rusty?” he jokes, punching Rooster on the shoulder, “Been six months already.”

Rooster takes a while to reply and his wife mentally panics, but he’s quick to reply, “I’m not that rusty, what do you need me to do? I’ll be over here,okay gorgeous?” he leans down to peck her lips and then kiss Nicole’s head before he walks away.

“O-Okay.” Beatrice smiles, Jumping a bit when she feels a touch between her shoulder blades, Evelyn’s tall stature appearing on her side.

“Now that the boys are busy,” she begins, “Can you join me?”

Beatrice blinks but nods, “Y-Yea, sure!” she was still confused as to why her friend called them over after all, it surely wasn’t just so Rooster could help Jake was it? She turned on her heel to follow Beatrice down the hallway that led to her massive room, blinking when she noticed how blank the walls looked, “Oh you…removed some of your posters?”

“I did.” Evelyn said,”My mom came over and said that such things wouldn’t be good for the baby, heavy imagery.”

“Makes some sense.” Beatrice whispers, entering Evelyn’s room “Woah.”

There were more boxes there, a lot more, “We are going to expand.” her friend explains, drawing a square with her hands and spreading them apart when she turns to the left, “Over there, it’s going to be the baby’s room.”

“....Really?”

“Yeah,Jake is practically moved over.” she shrugs, pulling her shirt a bit because it rid up enough to show more ot her baby bump,”We decided we could stay here since we don’t plan on having more.”

Beatrice swallowed hard, hugging Nicole close, “Oh, you already decided that?”

“For now? Yes, one kid is what we can do.” her friend explains, “Anyway, that’s not why I asked you to come,please-” she gestures to the bed, the only thing still free of any items, “Sit.”

Beatrice does sit against the headboard, mainly so she could keep Nicole upright and safe - and away from the edge, surrounded by softness and nothing more, without any cat fur in sight since she knew that Wiley was trained to stay away from the beds - her little daughter babbling something as she messes with her rubber monkey.

Beatrice looks up at Evelyn, whose face is still gentle, nothing on there showed any type of ill feelings, “...Bea.” she begins, sitting down on a chair in front of her friend, “Bea I want to ask you something really serious.”

“Okay?”

“Bea, would you and Rooster agree to be my baby’s godparents?”

Beatrice blinks, staring at Evelyn with wide eyes, “W-What, really?”

“Yes, you,Rooster,Shells and Bob are the chosen ones.” Evelyn smiles, ‘I thought it’d be good that way.”

Beatrice had no words, being a godparent was such an honor to her. In fact, Nicole’s godparents were Leonardo and Cynthia, while Rooster chose Nat and Umberto for his side…clearly it wasn’t a religious ceremony but it was what they chose, “Yes!Yes of course!”

“Good, oh God,thank you.” Evelyn drops her head with a sigh, “Jesus.”

“Is everything okay?”

“My parents wanted to shove some of my cousins to step in and I’d never let them get close to my kid.” she snaps, “Plus,I trust you guys.” 

While the two talked, Nicole was busy playing with her monkey, chewing its head, looking around the room curiously and then noticing something colorful on the side. Two little things, one cylindrical and the other square, lying on the bed and pointing right at her.

Within arm’s reach as well.

She stopped chewing her monkey to stretch her little body until she reached the things, bringing it closer towards her as her mother and aunt talked. She just stared at the things, then started tapping them together, a plastic sound reverberated but the two women still hadn’t noticed.

Nicole blinks again, setting the things down, then grabbing them - they were heavy! - before repeating the process a few more times. She then decides, out of the blue, to try something. Beatrice still wasn’t looking when Nicole managed to balance one on top of the other, somehow it stayed up like a perfect T shape in the middle of the bed.

She laughs happily, holding onto her shoes as she stares at the new thing she just created by herself…somehow…Beatrice looks back down for a second, then does a double take, “Nikki?” she asks,”Did you- did you do this?”

“What?”

“Evelyn…I…well.”

Her friend looks to the side to see her body lotion and face cream on top of the other, a T standing straight in the middle of her bed, unmoving,completely still. Nicole laughs again, clapping her hands and looking up at the two women, “...does she…does this normally?”

“She has some toys that help but I’ve never seen her do this, oh my God Nikki!” her mother squeals, “I’m going to take a picture so I can show it to your dad- this isn’t normal is it?”

“How so?”

“Well,’ she pulls out her phone, “She’s six months old, she…already does a lot of things.”

Evelyn leans her weight on the bed, away from Nicole’s creation so it wouldn’t tumble down and smiles, tilting her head, “Maybe she’s a prodigy?”

“Haha, maybe.”

Nicole was happily oblivious to the conversation, giggling as she pushed the shapes down and watched them tumble on the bed. The body lotion rolled farther away until it reached the end of the bed but didn’t fall on the ground. Nicole looked up back at her mother and aunt with a gummy grin, shaking her little legs on top of the mattress, ‘...this one will be popular,Bea.” Evelyn says, “I think she’ll be a one of a kind child.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

“I mean it, her eyes are so bright,” Evelyn smiles, lying down on the bed to stay in Nicole’s eye level, “And she is so alert, aren’t you Nikki?”

“Aa!”

“Yes she is.” Evelyn smiles, her smile dropping for a second, “You know…my dad is trying to…I don’t know, be more present.” she whispers, furrowing her brows, “I think he wants to make up for the long time he wasn’t with me…he wants to be here for the little pumpkin.”

Beatrice smiles as she picks Nicole up again, settling her on her lap, “How is it going?”

A pause.

A long one.

“Complicated.”

“I thought you two were doing okay?”

Evelyn laughs,”We were…until he found out I was pregnant, then he just, doubled up the worry and protectiveness and wanted me to do this, do that…eventually we had a bad argument and I told him he had nothing to worry about since he didn’t know what was like to be a father like that.”

“...Evelyn, oh my God.”

“I know…I felt really bad afterwards but I just…came back home, avoided Jake and locked myself in the bathroom.” she whispers, “...I want us to have a good relationship,but it’s so hard. I can’t–I am not a child anymore,I accept suggestions but I don’t like when he tries to act like he knows what he’s talking about…hell even when he wasn’t deployed he was distant. Too many reports, meetings, this, that, like…ugh.”

Evelyn drops her head onto the mattress with a heavy sigh escaping her lips, “It’s just complicated…doesn’t help that he tries to use it as a way to show that’s how Jake will be like, he doesn’t know Jake. Jake is nothing like that.”

Beatrice could only offer Evelyn a gentle smile, she could understand her frustration because of her father, placing a hand on top of her friend’s back to support her. Nicole however was busy with something else yet again, but not something she could touch, no,she was looking intensely to the side, chewing her monkey as the two women continued talking.

Nicole’s light eyes were focused on a specific spot, one spot that suddenly made her giggle quietly, then giggle a bit louder, her little arm reaching towards nothing, “Dada!”

“Huh?”

Beatrice and Evelyn stop talking, seeing Nicole was still laughing, bouncing a bit and trying to grab the air, “Dada!”

“I think she’s missing Rooster.” Beatrice says, even if her eyes slowly drag towards the empty spot with a confused frown. She wondered what triggered Nikki to call for Rooster so suddenly considering she never did that before, “But…honestly,Ev��just give your dad a chance. You are his only child, you are pregnant…he wants to be close.”

“I don’t know,Bea.”

‘He’s trying.” Bea reinforcers, “Okay,he’s not the best at communicating but…he’s really trying to be there for you. He just wants you to be back in his life.”

Evelyn frowns,rubbing her nail over the mattress cover, licking her lips as she thinks about it, then laughs softly, “...damn, you know, Nikki is never going to have issues talking to you.” she says, “You are too good of a person Bea, better than I am.”

‘That’s not true.”

“No,it is…I almost stopped talking to him again for…no reason.” Evelyn pushes herself to a sitting position,” But…I’ll follow your advice-” Nicole only giggles at nothing again, stretching her arms even more, “Maybe you should take her to Rooster.”

“Yeah, yeah I will.”

“By the way,” Evelyn says as she stands up, taking Bea’s hand as she does so,”Me and Jake were talking about something too.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,we both had this weird dream that you were pregnant again.” Beatrice’s face paled but Evelyn didn’t notice it,”I think my hormones are somehow going towards him because how weird was that?”

“Oh, h-haha,so weird!” Beatrice’s voice comes out high pitched and nervous, but she tries to play it cool, “S-So weird.”

“Ah, nevermind…come on,I need some water.”

Beatrice waits a few seconds to follow Evelyn outside, closing her eyes and muttering a ‘that was close’ once her friend was out of earshot. As she was leaving the room, Nicole giggles one last time “Dada!” before they make their way back to the front of the penthouse. Beatrice looks back towards the empty room, furrows her brows and decides that, right now, she really didn’t need to think about whatever was happening.

[aceofthegreenajah]

No-spoiler notes for wheel of time episode 2.7

Judging by the *previously on* all of our main characters will be in this episode. Busy times.

Ooh Moiraine looks so happy AAAA

brb watching that opening again

They look so young and innocent!

And back in the present... wives are fighting ( ╯□╰ )

THERE IS A GUARD RIGHT THERE WHO CAN HEAR EVERYTHING ARE YOU KEEPING NO SECRETS NOW RAND&LAN

By now she knows yeah

So intricate stes and clothes (in rand&siuan meeting)

Siuan is amused I love her expressions *★,°*:.☆(￣▽￣)/$:*.°★* 。

Mat coming to bust Rand out somehow? Oh. No then. Um. What.

Falme really has a yellow filter on huh

Aww poor Maigan over there

Loving Yassica's clothes here 👌

Liandrin what's up

My platonic best buddies are fighting too ( ╯□╰ )

Love Loial. Love Nynaeve. Love Elayne being so cheered by this.

Ishy are you actually whittling or not? Couldn't have given him something to fiddle that would actually look good instead of this shapeless cracked piece of wood?

If min's stabbing vision only comes true in a past life vision that is some cheap bs I must say (luckily no)

What does Ishy's shirt have on the back? Carapace? Is it a seanchan shirt?

More yellow filter scenes but also more Aiel ❤

Handtalk maidens Aiel music what more could one want

Is this beatdown because the death was somehow her fault?

Love Mat's fidgeting

Does this tea do what Ishy says it does or is this manipulation or lies from THE FATHER OF LIES

Well something is happening

WTF

I kinda see where Siuan is coming from but I don't agree

Love my faves co-operating but don't hurt Leanne

Barthanaes reveal? (note from later: I expected this to amount to much more. I expected him to actually achieve something. Wonder if he's around or dead next season.)

Of course there would be listening holes in a CAIRHIEN NOBLE HOUSE

Ishamael has collected selfies with all his 3 ta'veren boys now. I was waiting for him to finish the collection.

Lanfear can do it, Rand. What will you pay for it?

White looks good on you girl ❤👌 girl power kicking ass and killing innocents

Why are so many scenes so dark. Seriously. What kind of super bright screens do the editors have. Can they not afford lights.

Why does the sul'dam walk so stiffly

Renna speaking themes yet not seeing how vile the things they do for their 'greater good' are

Verin is the most clever ❤ don't get into trouble my girl

Also good that there was no need to hurt Leanne 👍👍

Now for the ways? Yeah.

Alanna is in on this?

Moiraine getting released now???? Excellent

A little clumsy writing, everything is always 'a legend that somehow survived 3000 years' when they need to infodump something

WTF Siuan

Don't destroy them 😫

Lanfear and Rand and Moiraine and Lan? Is it my birthday?

[untraceable-ace]

Almost 2 hours late to the live react shitpost party bc I was dying my hair while watching it when it started but anyways

Under the cut bc it both contains spoilers for the m9 reunion p2 and also because it’s really fucking long lmao

They’re kicking these guys asses holy shit

wtf is going on with Kingsley btw like pardon?????

See my question is if Ukotoa is in the process of being released while they’re fighting or if he’s still locked away rn bc like

If he’s not in the process of being released waIT

NVM HE’S OUT

IN THE TEMPLE???

Oh god creepy snakes moving in tandem i love snakes but not like this

Run boy run byeeee

NO

NOONONONO

YEAH NO SHIT THATS NOT RIGHT???

fshshshsh the giant just knocked over in the center of the set is so funny to me

fr hes just

there

Oh wait worm???

Not Ukoatoa??

Caleb my god you are a noodly wizard why would you try to intimidate a betrayer god

LMAO A 17???

“That’s me” jester my beloved

Cmon cmon NO

eight whyyy

Uh ohhhh

HAHAHAHA WARLOCK PACT

Which one which one

Is he just flexing w that ring of telepathy or did that have a purpose

Oh Jester <3

KINGSLEY???

“You just got this body” LMAO

First an accidental pact with an ancient evil sea deity then a pledge to essentially mother nature and now a betrayer god woooooh

Creepy

Wait this guy hates Melora does that mean Fjord can’t connect with her anymore?

LMAO the face

Oh not another cursed sword

i think its a cursed sword

maybe

Them putting up his stat card has me concerned uh oh

LMAO “thanks I hate it”

Ooooh a rapier fancy

its official I love Kingsley

AUGH GOOD BANTER

THE SNAKES

“Martial our forces” HMMM??

Darktow who is in darktow hold up

OHHH RIGHT plank king

Cant go back there

Fantasy DMs jfeoghehgaio;ewhaoge

syphilis gang

DAMN that was one efficient sending

You can just hear the agony in his voice ijodfsihjogiho

If anyone’s a glorified librarian its caleb idk what you mean beau

Charcuterie board

Mamas house has more tiddies followed by “That’s a good point” is fueling me

Winds in the east

mist comin in

something is brewin

about to begin

“I know all languages” jfc how many do you know now????

Im still wondering about that monkey yall what was that about

my original thought was that it was Artagan but it was so antagonistic idk

“We were probably a huge pain in your ass like a year ago” yeah sounds about accurate to what I know

I like her too jester she’s fun

risk esseks life cmon cmon cmon I NEED TO HEAR HIS VOICE AAUUUAUUGH

HES LEAVING PLS BE CONTACTING

damn wrong elf

fshshshsh hermit elf

WOW thats a lot of potions

break to wash out hair dye hold up

before i leave

haha charcuterie board

ok now brb

Okay hair’s done back to reacting

“Okay so you don’t blow yourself up” mood

Wtf is that rod??? Bc we all know he probably wouldve made it amber if he could

Fuckin dope move though omg

EIGHTY ONE????

GOD DAMN

OOOH OH I KNOW WHERE THIS GOES

GET HIS EYESSSSSSS

dainty sip of sherry in the midle of abttle from a flask i love it

holy noises followed by the camera panning to a glowing silouette of a dick on the floor

THREE DRAGONS?????

i mean ik two are illusions but DAMN

Dude I’m not sure Kingsley’s had one bad move this entire two-shot like wtf

soooo AC is 21? I think?

wait do different parts have different ACs?

HAHAHA YES EYEBALL WEAKNESS

Stab the eye, stab the eye, stab the eye, stab the e-

Gently give a slice to an eyeball muah

so eyeball AC is 27> (or equal to 27)

There has been an assault, far as i can tell sam is being a shit again

New tatoo?? Chainbreaker

Fancy

Ohoho oh nvm rip yasha’s dope ass thunderclap

won wound

Ooooh the big bad demigod can be frightened damn

DUNAMANCYYYYY

aw damn rip spell

new form who dis

Half of this live react is just me repeating one liners i found particularly funny oops

Oh nvm?? Dunamancy spell lives????

Nvm

Well ok its alive just half damage

Boy Veth I would love to see you try

“I can dodge gravity” can you????

HOLY FUCKING SHIT CHARACTER GROWTH INDEED

THAT WAS SO FUCKING COOL

Rip Beau taken out of the game bc piss

OKAY RIP BEAU FR???

FUCKING LEGENDARY HDYWTDT

GET FLUFFERNUTTERED BITCH

RIP FJORD SENT OFF INTO SPACE MY GOD

OH

OHOHOHOHOH

CMON CMON CMON SEAL HIM AWAY DO IT DO IT

OooUuUhfhdbdjfe I love the lighting change for going under water

Cmon pls pls pls work seal that bitch away

WHAT

OHOHO

FUCK YEAH MATE

Uh oh my boys gonna get the bends good call w the far step tbh

Actually bad call that’s too fast a pressure difference

Ayo Travis w the accurate bends rep

Ugh I love Caleb’s level 17 art sm

Well damn Melora!!!! Queen shit tbh

I hope “keep that just for me” means he swallowed it again

LMFAO MATTS FACE

Dicks and Other Things

The Molly Look™️

Promptly steal I love him

DAMN Kingsley’s on some king shit

Literally

ORPHAN TAKER IM SOBBING

WAUUAUAUGHFHFB CMON CMON

HIS BOICE I GOT TO HEAR HIS VOICE SJRJQIFUJEHE

THEY GOT THEIR SHIT TOGETHER SO QUICK????? SIX MONTHS??????????

CRYING SOBBING LOSING MY MIND

That was so fucking good oh my god

stimmed so hard at the end that my limbs started to actually cramp lmao

[maria-akira]

good girls don't get used: michael langdon x fem! reader — PART 2

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READ PART 1 HERE

summary: michael langdon, your ex, falls into a bet wherein he needs to (fake) date you. if he falls inlove again, he loses, and doesn't get the prize.

warnings: making out, pre-smut???, michael as a tiktok fuckboy, + me not proofreading this hahah sorry

italicized bold words are direct lyrics from the song :)

please excuse any errors. enjoy!

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It had been a few hours since Y/N arrived at home. She changed into an oversized shirt and a comfy pair of shorts. To be honest, she has never tutored anyone before, except for her baby brother Aaron. With Aaron it was just 1+1 or 2x3, you know? The basics.

"Mom, someone's coming over tonight!" She called out from upstairs,

"Who will?"

Y/N didn't know what to say. Her parents knew about Michael, and how they broke up. She didn't want her mom to know that it was him who would be coming over. Why hide it? She'll see him anyways.

"Michael! Michael Langdon!" Y/N went downstairs to finally face her mom.

"Wait, your ex?"

"Yeah.."

Her mom laughed, "Oh my, looks like something's gonna happen~" She said in a sing-song tone while she prepared dinner.

Y/N rolled her eyes, "Oh my goood mom! That was 2 years ago, he just asked if I could tutor him. Apparently, he's failing."

"He's what? Failing? Isn't he one of the top students in your batch?"

"Yeah, I honestly don't know what happened to hi—"

Ding Dong!

Oh my god, She felt her heart beating fast.

Y/N walked to the front door and opened it, and there he was. Michael Langdon in his grey sweatpants and black hoodie.

"Hey, Y/N." Michael greeted, giving her a smile.

Y/N looked him up and down,

"Hi." She gave him a sarcastic look and stepped out of the way, gesturing him to come in.

Y/N's mom squealed, "Oh my, Michael! Look how you've grown!" She squeezed him into a hug and it made Michael laugh.

Aaron came down the stairs to see what the fuss was about. When he saw Michael, he rushed towards him and hugged his thigh.

"Michaeeeelll!! You're here!" Aaron giggled

Aaron loved Michael a lot. When Y/N and Michael were still together, he would always play with him.

"Hey, slugger! Now you've grown alot too, huh?" Michael kneeled down to his height and ruffled his hair, "Yup! I'm a big boy now." Aaron said proudly with his chin up.

Slugger. That was the nickname Michael gave him.

"Is Michael staying over?" Aaron pouted and gave her puppy eyes.

Y/N panicked. How was she gonna explain?

"Well, he actually came over to study for school, but he—"

"Of course I'll stay over! Anything for you, slugger." Michael cut her off. Y/N widened her eyes, making a 'what the fuck are you doing?!?!' expression at him.

Y/N faked a cough, "Aaron, go stay with mom okay? Michael and I will be studying now."

Aaron whined and crossed his arms. "But I wanna play with Michaaael!!"

"You'll do that later. After all, he said that he'll be staying over." She looked over to Michael and gave him a sarcastic smile.

—

After a few moments of arguing with Aaron, Y/N and Michael finally went upstairs. "Your room changed alot." Michael said as he looked around her room for the first time in 2 years. Once Y/N shut the door, she stormed over to Michael.

"Langdon what the fuck was that down there?!?! I only allowed you to come over, not stay over! Where will you even sleep?!"

"In a bed, duh."

Y/N slapped his forehead, causing Michael to wince at the pain.

"Are you that stupid?! Sleep on the fucking floor!" She hid her face in her hands out of frustration, then lifting her head again. "You know what? Fuck it. I don't care anymore."

—

"So if you move negative four here, what will you get?" Y/N asked, pointing her pencil on the equation. It's now 8PM, Michael and her were studying the last subject for the day, which was Math.

Michael analyzed the problem, then wrote down the answer. "Fifty.. three?" He slid the paper to her direction. While Y/N was checking his solution, he received a message from Duncan.

Dunc 🖕🏻: how's tutoring going?

Michael: its fine ig, lmao im staying over 😴

Dunc 🖕🏻: yooo what?? where you gonna sleep?

Michael: beside her? idk im still gonna play video games with her brother so i guess i'll sleep beside her 😶

Michael: brb shes done checking my solution

"Michael," She called for his attention, He let out a hum in response. "Your solution is correct.. But to avoid confusion, change this into an arrow instead of an equal sign, because it isn't the final answer yet." Y/N pointed out his mistake and circled it with a mechanical pencil.

Michael smiled. despite this 'trying to get her trust back' thing, he thought that Y/N was adorable like this. Focused with academics. He admired her alot.

Y/N looked over at Michael, "Langdon, are you even listening?" She snapped her fingers in attempt to catch Michael's attention.

Michael went back to reality, "Yeah. I get it now, thanks Y/N." Michael got his paper back and saw all the check marks. While Michael was distracted with his paper, Y/N stood up and streched. "They're all correct?" He looked up at her and asked in fake disbelief. Y/N rolled her eyes, "Duh, what are all the check marks for, dimwit?" She furrowed her eye brows and made her way to the door.

She glanced over at the clock beside her mirror, it was already 8:15 PM. "Hey, we have to go down for dinner now." She looked over to him and opened the door. Michael stood up and made his way to the door, stopping by the mirror, "Damn, I'm hot." Michael said as he praised his reflection in the mirror. When Y/N heard this, she furrowed her eyebrows and looked at him.

"Yeah sure, maybe in a different planet." She insulted, playfully hitting his arm.

"Oh c'mon Y/N, you miss me." Michael leaned on the wall with the support of his arm. Y/N shut the door.

"What makes you say that, Langdon?" She crossed her arms and leaned against the door.

"I've seen the way you look at me, baby. Admit it, you miss me, you wanna kiss me, you wanna be mine all over again."

"Don't hit me with your 'say you miss me, say you wanna kiss me.' shit, Langdon. I'm not that stupid," Y/N pulled on the neckline of Michael's hoodie, signalling him to come closer. Now, their faces were a few centimeters apart.

"Let's face the facts here, Langdon. Actually? you want me." She pulled him even closer, her lips ghosting over his. Michael moved closer in attempt to kiss her, yet to no avail. Y/N smirked and pushed him away. "You know, you're better than that." She gave him a little tap on the cheek and left the room, slamming the door in his face.

Michael was speechless. Y/N did change, a lot.

—

"So what brings you here, Michael?" Y/N's father asked, eating a slice of steak that was on his plate. "I'm currently failing some of my classes and I asked Y/N if she could help me. Luckily, she agreed." Michael looked over to Y/N and gave her a smile. She kicks him under the table, causing him to flinch.

"Will you be staying over, Michael? It's getting late." Y/N's mother asked this time, "If that would be okay with you, Mrs. Y/L/N." Michael replied, looking over to Y/N again.

Well, let's say that everyone looked at Y/N after Michael said that.

The silence made Y/N glance at them, "Why are you all looking at me..?" She said in a confused tone, her mom shot her a 'is it okay if he sleeps in your room' look. Y/N sighed, "Fine, he'll sleep in my room." Now, everyone went back to what they were doing.

After dinner, Y/N's mom called up Michael's parents to inform them that he would be staying for the night.

Y/N was washing the dishes tonight, and of course Michael volunteered to help her.

"Why did you even volunteer? You hate washing dishes, Langdon." She said as she cleaned a dirty plate with the soap filled sponge.

"Oh c'mon, Y/N. Can't I change?" He replied, rinsing one of the dishes that Y/N cleaned.

Y/N scoffed, "You? Change?"

Michael elbowed her side, "Hey, I did change!"

"Whatever." She went back to what she was doing cleaned the rest of the dishes, ignoring Michael's statement.

After a few more dishes, her hair started to slip away from the loose ponytail she made earlier. Her hands were slippery and full of soap, if she were to wash her hands and fix her hair, then go back to washing the dishes, her hands would be wet again. Plus, the drying towel was on Michael's side. So she asked for his help.

"Michael," Her voice was soft. Softer than usual. "Yea?" Michael replied, still rinsing the dishes.

"Can you please tie my hair up? It's slipping away."

"Hold on." Michael shook the water off his hands and dried it using the towel beside him, while Y/N turned her back over to his direction. Michael removed the hair tie and bit on it. He started gathering her hair from the top, combing his fingers through her soft, silky hair. He was very gentle. After he gathered her hair, he removed the hair tie from his teeth and tied her hair, careful not to tug too hard.

Y/N turned around to face him, "Hm, maybe you did change," Michael was curious when she paused. "Because you used to be so aggressive when you tied my hair." She joked and finished off the dishes that were left.

—

It's now 11 pm. Michael is in Aaron's room playing video games, and Y/N is alone in her room, doing some extra school work that was due for next week.

Like any other Friday night, girls like Y/N's age would be out partying like there was no tomorrow. After that one time she was really drunk and a guy touched her inappropriately, she never went out partying again.

Once Y/N finished her school work, she decided to take a shower. She wanted to take advantage of Michael's absence and stay in the shower longer than usual. Like a typical teenage girl, she would blast music in the shower, dancing and singing like she had a whole audience to perform for.

Y/N wrapped a towel around her body and left the bathroom to get her clothes from the dresser. Little did she know, Michael was back from her brother's room.

"I see you still have that body, huh?" Michael smirked and looked her up and down. Y/N turned around to see Michael on her bed. Her instincts told her to scream and throw an object at him, so she did.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!"

"Chill, it's not like you haven't sent me your nudes before." Michael dodged whatever she threw at him and laughed.

"Yea, and I regret sending those to your ugly ass. If I could turn back time, I would've sent them to your hot bestfriend, Duncan was it?" She turned around again to get her clothes from the dresser. Michael walked over to her and grabbed her neck from behind,

"What did you fucking say?" He growled in her ear. She smirked and bat her eyelashes innocently at him.

"I said, I would've sent them to Duncan. You should set me up with him, hm?" Y/N knew what she was doing, "Aww, is little Mikey getting jealous?" She mocked in fake sympathy. She removed his hand from her neck, turned around to face him and gave him a pout. 

Michael was furious. What has gotten into him? He doesn't even love her. He just fell into a stupid bet just to fuck some girl's pussy after he fucks with her ex's feelings. But why does he feel like this? Like he needs to have Y/N only for himself?

Before Y/N went back to the bathroom to get dressed, she just had to get on Michael’s nerves again, as if she wasn’t already. At this point, she could literally see fire in his eyes. He was really mad. But why?

"Look at you, Mikey. You can't respond when you react." She giggled and gave him a quick nose boop as the cherry on top for her little act. But she wasn't getting away so fast. When she turned her back on him, Michael aggresively wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her, securing an arm around her waist.

"Where do you think you're going, you little shit? You aren't getting away easily after that stunt." The grip on Y/N's throat slowly tightened. "W-Wh... Why are you so mah-d.. Huh?" She managed to choke out.

Michael left soft kisses against her neck, while slowly loosening the grip on her throat. "See, Mikey? You're the one who misses me." Y/N whimpered, using her free hand to pull on Michael's hair in hopes of prying him off, but he was stubborn. Y/N whispered in his ear, "Whatever it is you're trying to do, Langdon, I'll never give in." She pushed her elbow into his ribs, causing Michael to groan. Finally, Y/N goes back to her bathroom to get dressed.

Once she leaves, Michael punches the nearest wall in frustration. He hated rejection. The girls that he usually fucked with never turned him down, they always wanted more. Why wouldn't it work on Y/N?

Michael sat on the long side of her bed, still thinking about what happened earlier. He couldn't believe that she could play with him like that. It made him look like he was the desperate one, which he is.

He took out his phone to text Duncan about what happened.

Michael: yo dunc, something happened

Dunc 🖕🏻: what happened? slr i'm at a party

Michael: bro she's a tough little shit. i did the usual thing that i would do to another girl, she didn't give in at all. instead, she's playing with me.

Dunc 🖕🏻: lmao man step up your game, she isn't your usual girl

Michael: dumbass you think i'm not?

Dunc 🖕🏻: duh??? if you were actually stepping up your game then you would've fucked her there and then 🙄

Michael: whatever.

Once he heard her bathroom door open, he immediately hid his phone back in his pocket. He looked over his shoulder to see Y/N already dressed in her pajamas. Michael didn't know what to do. His angelic side says to 'go and say sorry', yet his devilish side says to 'try harder and fuck with her feelings even more.' Of course, it was obvious what is choice was.

Y/N plopped herself on the bed and grabbed her blanket that was near Michael. She then placed the blanket over her and locked eyes with him.

Michael crawled beside her and placed the blanket over him as well. They are a few inches apart. Y/N turned the TV on, clicking on Netflix. Though she tried her best to ignore Michael, she can't help but think about what happened earlier. She liked it. No, she loved it. She loved the fact that she was able to get on Michael's nerves, and how he reacted to it. It was hella attractive to her, and the smell of Michael's perfume wasn't helping her either.

Now, Y/N was watching some cartoon show that she loved. "Are you kidding? You still watch cartoons?" Michael complained, gesturing at the TV. "Yea? What about it? I bet you only watch porn." She shot back and pulled the blanket towards her, leaving Michael without it.

Michael laughed, "I just can't believe a girl like you would watch cartoons. I find it cute." He pulled the blanket towards him, sticking his tongue out to tease her.

A few minutes passed by and Michael was on his phone, scrolling on TikTok. The same sound that kept repeating for almost a minute caught Y/N's attention. Was he watching the same video?

Y/N paused the TV and looked over to Michael's direction, averting her gaze to his phone. She took a good look at the video. a shirtless boy with a gold chain, with LED lights in their room.

"You've been watching that video over and over again, Langdon. Do you like him or something?"

"Yea, I like myself."

Like myself? Oh my god, no.

"What do you mean..?" That can't be him in the video.

"That's me."

Y/N's mouth dropped, "Wha— huh? How? I mean, yeah.. but?"

Michael let out a laugh that he had been holding in, "But what? Look, I'll show you." He handed her his phone, which allowed Y/N to have a closer look of the video.

"So you're telling me you blew up on tiktok by thrusting a phone on your pelvis??" Y/N stared at the amount of likes, a fucking million.

"Uh, yeah? That's how TikTok works? Look at the comments." Michael tapped the comments icon and Y/N scrolled through it.

'yo im down bad 😫'

'can we keep him a secret pls'

'chill i have a bf..'

'break my back 🤪'

Y/N bursted out in laughter, "Oh my god, if only they knew." she gave his phone back and Michael looked at her with a puzzled look.

"Knew what?" He asked, "You couldn't even 'break my back' two years ago, Michael!" She said in between giggles. "That was two years ago, Y/N! Two fucking years. I was a virgin!" Michael defended himself, then immediately realizing what he said.

Y/N wasn't aware that she was Michael's first.

"Wait Y/N, the last part isn't tru—"

She smirked and grabbed her phone from wherever she left it. She opened Twitter and decided to tweet about what Michael said, just for fun.

just wanted to let yall know that @m_langdon admitted that 2 years ago he lost his virginity to me 🤩

"What are you typing and why are you smiling?" Michael asked with a hint of fear in his voice. He feared that Y/N would do something that would tear his reputation down.

Y/N gave him a mischievous grin, "Oh nothing, just tweeted about what you said."

Michael's face fell, and Y/N hit the tweet button.

"Did you twee—"

"Yeah, go check your Twitter. I tagged you too."

Michael shot her a slight glare and went to his Twitter.

Y/N's tweet already had 5 retweets, 14 likes, and 8 replies.

"You did not." Michael said, shocked at how she would do something like this. "Ooh sorry babe, I just did." She faked a pout and formed a letter 'L' with her hand.

Michael felt embarrassment fill him, he wanted to scream at her so bad. He never thought that she would go this far. She was never like this.

He took a deep breath, "Why did you tweet that?"

"And you have the audacity to ask why?"

"Delete that tweet, Y/N." His voice was demanding and dark.

"Or what?"

Michael slowly started to kneel on the bed and hover over her. "You don't want to know."

Y/N smirked and fixed her posture, "Infact, I'd like to know. Care to tell me?” 

Michael clearly wasn’t having any of her shit, he was more than angry. He wanted to release all of his frustrations, and he was gonna do that. 

He trapped her by placing a leg on each side of her left thigh. Surprisingly, Y/N did not shrink against the headboard of the bed. She remained in her place. Their faces are centimeters apart now, 

“Now what, Langdon? Just gonna stare at me? Pathetic shit.” She cupped his face and stroked his cheek mockingly, then dragging her thumb against his bottom lip. 

“Shut the fuck up.” Michael swatted her hand away and crashed his lips again hers. The kiss was so intense, Michael hasn’t kissed any girl like this, it was a foreign feeling for him, and especially for Y/N. Michael’s free hand started roaming throughout her body, tickling her soft flesh. Meanwhile, Y/N was tugging on Michael’s hoodie, “Take this off.” She pulled away from the kiss and gasped for air. Michael took off his hoodie and revealed his naked chest infront of her.

Y/N felt weak. She wanted to fight this feeling so bad, which was lust. But it was too late.

"Fuck me, Michael.." Y/N whimpered, ashamed of her current state. Michael ran his thumb over her bottom lip, "What was that? I didn't catch it." He pouted, teasing her. Y/N couldn't believe herself. She promised herself that she would never fall for any of Michael's antics, yet here she is— completely submitting to him.

Y/N cleared her throat, "Fuck me please.." Michael cocked his head to the side, amused. He was enjoying this. He loved it so much. He finally had Y/N where he wanted her to be, wrapped around his little finger.

Michael's lips ghosted against her cheek, his breath warming up her skin. "Gladly."

And it begins now.

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this took me like 3 weeks im sorry 😔 nonethelEEEESSSSS i enjoyed writing this despite some breakdowns here and there <3

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[aliasimagines]

operation fools in love//luke patterson

requested by a lovely anon

word count: 3333(!!!)

a/n: i still don’t know how to write endings

The corridor was noisy with loud chatter, quietly whispered gossip and the sound of rushing students' shoes hitting against the floor. 

You hummed  'edge of great' as you started fishing out the books you need for class from your locker. It has been stuck in your head since yesterday evening when the guys played it for you and Flynn at band practice. 

You were about to close your locker when he poofed next to you. 

“Hi, y/n!”

“AAHHH” you screamed, earning a few side looks from passing by students. 

“Ahh, I accidentally kicked my locker, haha…”you started explaining yourself before turning back to your open locker. You sent a glare in Luke’s way.

“What did Julie and I say to you? Do not teleport randomly to us at school!”

He chuckled.

“Yeah, rules, rules, I don’t care. I just wanted to drop in and say hi!” he smiled at you with his signature Luke smile.

“Well, you did. That’s all? I kinda need to go to class.” you spot Julie in the corner of your eyes as you walk over to her locker. You quickly wave at her and soon after she comes over so you can talk to Luke without looking crazy. 

Luke mumbles something under his breath and goes to scratch the back of his head.

“No! Uhm..Hi Jules… So y/n I also kinda wanted to ask if you would come to our gig tonight? You know, we are playing not far from that food place you like? "

You smiled, appreciating that he remembered your favorite food place. 

"Well,erm.. I guess? I want to but I might have dance practice, so I am not sure." you say, wishing you'd know for sure but you won't find out till the end of your classes. 

Luke's lips formed an 'o' before his gaze fell down on his shoes. 

"Oh well.. I-okay. Bye?" he says in an unsure tone before disappearing, leaving you to face Julie. 

"Well, wasn't that adorable?"  she asks with a smug grin. 

"What? What are you talkin' bout Jules?" you ask honestly confused. She laughs and puts her hand on your shoulder. 

"Sweetheart, you two are just oblivious to each other!" 

"I don't… What?" 

"You like him. He likes you. It's not that confusing. Really it is obvious." 

"Shhh, quiet!" you shh-ed her, quickly making sure if Luke was 100 percent gone. "I.. I don't like him." 

It was unnecessary, you couldn't even fool yourself and especially not Julie. 

"Y/N, come on girl, I know you do. And he does like you too! I mean I am writing songs with him, do you know how many lovesick lyrics he has written lately? It is making me sick." she laughed. 

"Well, he might have written them about someone else. Maybe you? You two have amazing chemistry."

Julie sighed and grabbed both of your shoulders so she could look at you. 

"Y/N, honey. Believe me when I say he is head over heels for you. Why else would he want you to be at our gig so much?”

„Luke is literally so passionate about music? Of course he wants to share it with me, cause he wants to share it with everyone.”

„Ahg, girl you need glasses cuz you can't see shit. Look, if  prove he likes you too will you believe me?”

„Sure. I mean you can’t prove something that is not true but, sure go ahead, ’prove it’.” 

Julie rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to respond but luckily for you the bell rang.

“See you later, alligator!” and with that you were off to class, leaving Julie alone to work on her master plan. 

She knew she had to pull this off because the mutual pinning was unbearable but she also knew she couldn't do it alone. She'll need all the help she can get and that includes Flynn and the rest of her ghost band. 

You changed into your leggings and sweatshirt before heading into the gym where the dance practice took place. You were quite bumped. Don't get me wrong dancing is everything to you but.. You really did want to see the guys perform. 

You and the other kids were warming up, waiting for your teacher to start showing the choreography. But neither of you expected what she did next. Much to your surprise Reggie and Alex appeared next to her and started messing with her water bottle before you could even open your mouth.

For a moment no one acknowledged what was going on. Some were too busy chatting and warming up and Ms Janett was too busy with her phone. The two ghosts seemed to have noticed that and after exchanging a knowing smirk they grabbed the phone out of your teachers hands. She perked up, a mixture of anger and confusion on her face. And then… she saw her own phone floating in tin air.

“Stop!!” you whisper shouted  in the boys direction but they only gave you a smirk before Reggie started searching for the music player application. Alex pointed over Reggie’s shoulder.

“Uuu, play that one.” 

And as soon as the Lady Gaga song started playing Ms Janett let out a scream causing everyone to look up. You saw the boys dancing with the phone and the pompoms in their hand (although you have no idea where Alex got those pompoms) but everyone else just saw those items moving by themselves.

“GHOOOST!!! Everybody RUUUUUUN!” 

Some people followed the teacher, some stayed behind to take a closer look only to be scared away by a flying pompom. 

“What the heck are you two doing?” you turned to them,being  rather angry,  once you were the only living person in the gym. Seriously, what were they thinking?

“We cleared your afternooon! You can come to our concert!” Reggie exclaimed and put down the phone. 

“Do you think I would go after this fiasco you just pulled??” you were definitely angry now.

“Oh come on, if not for us then for Julie..and for Luke.”

You snapped your head in Alex's direction at the mention of Luke’s name.

“What do...No. Don’t try to divert the topic. What you did was incredebly stupid! What if.. What if someone connects the dots and figures out that Julie’s hologram band is actually a ghost band? There will be scientist and ghost busters and-”

“Shh, Y/N jeez, calm down. it will be okay. We’ll see you at the show.” 

And they poofed away. They simply left  you alone with your thoughts. You need to come up with some kind of explanation for the dance class but right now you need to go home and change. The boys were right, even if they kinda (really) caused a mess here you still like them and don’t want to miss seeing them live ((Winky face)).

Meanwhile you were sorting through your dresses and outfit options. Julie and the band arrived at the venue for rehearsal.

Usually it was Luke who hyped Julie up before shows but right now the roles were switched because Luke looked like a kicked puppy ever since he learned you wouldn’t be able to make it to their gig. Of course Julie knew you will be here, as she was the one to send the boys to scare away your teacher. It was all part of her little plan.

Like mentioned Luke wrote half a dozen songs, all centered around his feelings for you. He stated to Jules that he will definitely not play them for you because there is just no way you like him back, but now Luke thinks you won’t be there so Julie is on the next step of her genius plan. Convince Luke to play one of his love songs.

“Luke, Lukey-poo, my man.” she started getting more and more cringy. “I thought we could close with Hero and Heroine? I know you said you don’t want to play it but it is such a great song, you definitely shouldn’t let it be just another forgotten song that stays on a piece of paper. Plus it is perfect for closing, think about it!”

“Julie...I-I told you I don’t wanna play it.”

“You told me you don’t wanna play it in front of Y/N, which would be the whole point of writing love songs to her but that's besides the point right now. Pleeassee?”

Luke took a deep breath and looked at his ghost mates for...What for? Support? Advice? He is not sure. He does want to play the song, pour out his emotions through the song but the question is..should he? He knows you can’t be here which both makes him wanna play the song and not at the same time.

“I agree with Julie, dude.” Alex said, shrugging his shoulder like he knew of nothing. Reggie nodded along.

“Okay..If you all think I w-”

Julie stood up and clapped her hands together.

“Cool! It is settled. I’ll need to make a phone call, brb.”

“Barbeque?” asked Reggie confused. Which made Alex laugh.

“Brb actually means be right back. Willie told me.” the blond made his way over to Luke and gently punched his shoulder. “Really Luke, that song is great. And I know you think there is no way Y/N would like you back but I am sure if she could hear it-”

“I’m a ghost, Alex! I can’t just confess to her, how are we gonna date? We can’t even touch.”

“That is totally not the reason. You are afraid she would decline your affection, I get it, but believe me I have seen her look at you. That longing in her eyes when I mention your name. She likes you.”

Luke rolled his eyes.

“Not that it matters, she won't hear the song and that is my final say in this.”

As soon as Julie stepped out of the small, cigarette smelling backroom she dialed your number. You picked up after two rings.

“Hi, Jules.”

“Hi girl, I heard what the boys did, I am so, so sorry. You know they are idiots.”she said trying real hard not to laugh but she reminded herself of her plan and pulled on her poker face.”But..Are you coming to the show? Flynn could pick you up; she is about to get going.”

“Yeah I’ll come, tell the boys I will call my teacher and say it was a prank so they can thank me for saving their ghostbutts.”

Julie giggled and started playing with her hair.She walked up and down the small corridor that led to the stage from the backroom.

“I will, I better get back and warm up but you should call Flynn so she won’t leave without you.”

Of course Flynn wouldn’t leave without you. She was waiting in her car two blocks from your home waiting for your phone car.

She didn’t have to wait long, you called her and she pretended to not expect it. Flynn kinda became your and Julie’s driver ever since she got her driver's  license last month. 

By the time the two of you got to the venue the opening was playing their last song and the place was already packed with dancing teenagers. Flynn dragged you to the bar and asked for a cola for herself and a (favourite drink) for you. 

The two of you hung back and sipped your drinks until Julie appeared on the stage. Then you took Flynn by the hand and  started pulling her toward the stage. Only she held you back. 

"Hey, what's up? Don't we wanna go and watch them from closer?" 

"Oh, well, uhm...I'd rather hang back. The crowd kind of makes me anxious right now." Flynn said. You lifted an eyebrow at her. Flynn being anxious? In a crowd?? That did not convince you. But you didn’t argue. 

"Do you need to step outside a little or…" 

"Nah, it's good, let's just stay here in the back." 

So you did. You sang and danced along to the songs you both knew so well. You tried  your best not to stare at Luke too much but let’s be honest you failed miserably. Flynn occasionally wiggled her eyebrows at you when she caught you ‘drooling over him’ as she put it.

After they finished playing Stand Tall you expected them to bow and ‘disappear’ but much to your surprise Julie grabbed the mic and brought it to her lips.

“Hello, hello, helloo! Do y’all wanna hear one more song?” the audience erupted into a loud cheer. It was so heartwarming to watch. Julie doing what she was born to do, playing music and enchanting the crowd. Flynn seemed to have the same thought because she looked at her with such pride. You pulled her into a big hug and the two of you waited for the crowd to quiet down so Jules could go on.

“Allright, allright. Now this song will be a bit different but...I will let Luke here tell it.”

You just became more and more surprised when Luke stepped closer to the mic and spoke into it, looking kinda...nervous? 

“Ohm..Hello everyone! So uh..This song is dedicated to a special someone, the songs called-”

“What’s the special someone’s name?” your eyes travelled to Reggie who asked the question with a huge grin. Luke turned to look at the bassist. If looks could kill Reggie would be double dead. But before Luke could give a voice to his disapproval towards Reggie’s question Julie spoke up.

“Yeah! What’s the name?” she turned towards the crowd and started chanting. “What’s the name?”

Soon Reggie and Alex joined with smiles painted on their faces along with the audience. You were so freaking confused. You looked at Flynn for some explanation but how would she know about it. 

“OKAY, okay, stop!” Luke yelled before laughing a little. “All right I will tell you guys but you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone?”

All of a sudden you felt sick and wanted to get out of here. You were so not in the mood to hear Luke declare his love for someone. 

“This song is dedicated to..To Y/N. Unfortunately she wouldn't be here today but..she is an amazing person. Hope you all like the song.”

He...He couldn’t be talking about you, could he?

He started strumming his guitar and soon Reggie joined in with the bass and Alex with the drums. Jullie clapped her hands together and kept sending encouraging looks for the boy.

“It's too late baby, there's no turning around, I've got my hands in my pocket and my head in a cloud, this is how I do, when I think about you,I never thought that you could break me apart,I keep a sinister smile and a hole of my heart” he sang into the mic, his voice filling in the whole club “You want to get inside, then you can to get in line but not this time”

“'Cause you caught me off guard, now I'm running and screaming!” Julie joined in for the line“I feel like a hero and you're my heroine.”

“I won't try to philosophize, I'll just take a deep breath and I'll look in your eyes, this is how I feel and it's so so real I got a closet filled up to the brim with the ghosts of my past and the skeletons, and I don't know why, you'd even try but I won't lie” Luke sang and you finally realised what was going in. He wrote this song. For you. You looked over to Flynn who nodded towards the stage and mouthed ‘go’.

I feel like a hero and you are my heroine. Do you know that your love is the sweetest sin?

You started making your way towards the stage, slipped through the cracks between dancing people and singing fans. The further you got the harder it was to get through but you heard Luke’s voice and you kept going.

And I feel a weakness coming on, never felt so good to be so wrong. Had my heart on lock down and then you turned me around

And I’m feeling like a new born child..

You finally break through a few screaming girls and see him.

“-Every time I get a chance to see you smile. It’s not complicated, I’m so jaded.” Luke sings and looks at the audience and- He spots you. Looking up at him with eyes wide open and admiration on your face. His voice cracks because of the sudden surprise of your presence but you smile at him and that is all he needs to continue.

“And you caught me off guard...Now I’m running and screaming”

He sang the song with such passion that even if you weren’t before now you were absolutely sure this wasn’t just a simple crush. 

When they finished you didn’t waste a lot of time, you ran backstage, quickly waving your vip ticket.  You almost run into Julie on your way to the door of the backroom.

“Who- Y/N!”

“This was your doing, wasn’t it?” you smiled at her already knowing the answer. She flashed a toothy grin. 

“Well I had a great team behind me but yeah, Operation FiL was my idea.”

“Phil?” you ask back .

“No, no. F i L. Fools in Love. Now go get ‘im tiger!”

You shook your head and entered the backroom. Luke stood with his back facing you but as soon as he saw you in the mirror he spinned around. For a moment you forgot he was a ghost and ran to give him a hug. 

“Y/N, no-” he put his hands out so he could catch you, simply out of reflex but he didn’t expect to actually hold you in his arms. You both looked at each other with eyes as wide as a 6 lane highway. 

“How can I-”

“Do you care?”  you closed the little distance between the two of you and pressed your lips against his.  They were just as soft as you imagined oh, so many times before. He kissed back gently, afraid that this is just a dream. But this was definitely too real to be a dream. You unfortunately had to pull back to catch your breath but Luke looked leaned closer to press his forehead against yours.

“The song was so beautiful, I loved it.” you whisper. He just stared at you with a smile.

“If I knew you would kiss me, I would have played it a long time ago.” you giggled and brought your lips together for one more kiss. He let his hands wander this time but so did you. Your fingers ran through his brown hair, this being something you wanted to do for so long. He kept one hand on your waist and placed the other on the side of your face.

Your lips moved so in sync like you’ve been doing this all your lives. You were so drawn to each other, you felt like you couldn’t pull away in that moment even if you tried. Like this invisible magical force just glued the two of you to-

“Okay, that is enough! Get out I need to change!” Julie brusted in causing Luke to jump up and cling to you like Scooby Doo.

“Wow, you are so brave.''you laughed rolling your eyes at. “Come on, let’s leave alone Julie. We’ll meet ya at the car?”

 Jules nodded and sent a wink in your way. You walked outside, both of you grinning like idiots. 

“So uhm...Does this make us, Us?”

“Yeah. I mean if that’s what you want too.” you look at your shoes and bite your lower lip waiting for his answer.

“There’s nothing I want more.” he said. “Oh well..maybe another kiss wouldn’t be so bad either..”

[onceuponaloonatic]

hehe a little follow up to what i posted yesterday because i know your all curious :)

tw: abuse, jail, cursing, etc...

After her labor, Sana is exhausted. She wonders how people do this more than once and briefly wonders how her own mother had given birth to her. Sana had been an even longer labor than Nico was, her Aunt had told her her mother was in labor with her for more than thirty six hours. Sana had no idea how she was able to even get through that.

Her mother. Sana hadn’t thought about her in a while. The thought usually associated with Sana’s parents briefly crossed her mind. When were they getting out? The release date initially set for her parents had been very tentative, but Sana remembers it was still about five years from now. That was a bit scary. In five years her parents would be free again, for the first time since she was a scared teenager. She had sent them three letters over the years. Once when she got into college, a second when decided to major in physics, and a third right before graduation where she gushed about Mina and Jihyo. She never had the courage to go visit them. She supposed she might have if any of her letters had ever been returned, but Sana had long given up the hope of a return letter. It had been nearly twenty years, she wasn’t even sure if her parents even remembered those letters anymore. Mina and Jihyo interrupt her thoughts before she can think about her parents too much. They are both worried about her, asking her if she needs anything or if there was anything they could do for her. They tell her all of their friends were crowded around the window with all the newborns trying desperately to see their baby and probably making a huge scene and that makes Sana laugh. Because she could picture that so vividly, her friends all crowded around a glass display, probably pushing each other and being loud and obnoxious and not even realizing it. That was just how her friends, her real family, were. Sana couldn’t help but smile as she remembered that. Her parents hadn’t been her family in a long time, but she had found a much much better one. It would have been nice to let them meet Nico before the doctors stole her away from intubation, but Sana knew she had no control over that. “Did you get any pictures?” Sana asked the two of them. They had both followed the doctors out with Nico, letting Sana rest for a bit while they watched the baby. “A couple. The doctor let us take a few before they connected her to all of the machines.” Jihyo tries to keep things light, both she and Mina knew all too well that Sana was probably blaming herself for Nico being born early. “Wanna see?” Sana nods eagerly, scooting over a bit in her hospital bed so Jihyo could sit down next to her. “She looks so red.” Sana giggled as she swiped through the pictures. Jihyo had done a pretty good job with them. “Like a little tomato.” “Hey well she is our little tomato.” Mina giggled as she got on Sana’s other side, kissing her head as she wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “The doctors said that was normal and her skin would be normal soon.”

“That’s good.” Sana hummed. “Was she behaving?” “She was being a little fussy earlier though, wouldn’t stop wiggling around as the doctors connected her to the heart rate monitor and tubes.” Jihyo kissed Sana’s shoulder. Sana continues to scroll, both of her wives falling silent as she did. “Did- did they say anything about when she could come home?” Sana stops when she sees a picture with wires connected to their baby. Insecurities bubbled over and tears welled up in Sana’s eyes as she thought about Nico struggling. “They said around Christmas if everything goes well.” Jihyo answered, taking her phone back and putting it in her pocket.

“Was there- was there anything wrong with her?” Mina and Jihyo are both quiet at Sana’s question. Of course they want to tell their wife the truth, but that was hard when they knew it would only hurt Sana. “Please tell me.” Sana begs when she notices their silence. “It’s-it’s her lungs.” Jihyo sighs. “They said she’s probably going to have breathing problems her entire life. Something about them not developing properly and that it was normal for preemies.” That word slipped off of Jihyo’s tongue so easily it almost scared Sana. Preemie. Their daughter was a preemie. “But they also said they aren’t fatal or anything.” Mina rubbed Sana’s shoulder. “They said she will be able to live a mostly normal life.” “That’s good.” Sana sighed. “Can you send me the pictures? I want to send them to my Aunt.” “Yeah sure.” Jihyo smiled at Sana. “Done.” Sana looked around for her phone at Jihyo’s response and it was only then it dawned on her it was gone. “Do you guys have my phone?” Sana asked. “No.” Mina nodded. “I don’t either. I’ll check the hospital bag though.” Their hospital bag had been very hastily thrown together. They would have assembled a real one if it weren’t for the fact that Sana’s labor was so sudden. Because it was, they spent barely a minute just throwing random things in a duffle bag. There were some random hoodies, a change of clothes for Sana, and a couple phone chargers. That was all Mina could manage to get in with the time pressure they had been on. “It’s not here babe.” Jihyo sighed. “Did you leave it at home?” “I think so.” Sana sighed. “I can go get it for you.” Mina kissed Sana’s temple, noticing her stress. “No, it’s not that urgent.” Sana nodded. “I can wait until tomorrow.” “Are you sure?” Mina asks. “Yeah.” Sana pulled her down until a kiss. “Everything I need is here in this hospital.”

xx

Sana is discharged the next morning, but under strict instructions not to move around much. She grumbles about how they don’t have to worry about it, she barely can move as it is. The hospital gives them a wheelchair for her to go home in, but when they get home Sana insists on being carried by Jihyo who giggles and lifts her up slowly. Jihyo had been Momo’s gym buddy for years, as she was the only one who didn’t know Momo well enough to say no when she asked. Jihyo remembers when she told Mina and Sana about it and both of them told her she had made a mistake. They told her that Momo’s workouts were always so hard and took so long that they weren’t worth it. Jihyo ended up still going though, and she found herself getting used to it over time. Jihyo situates her in bed before leaving to take a shower. Mina begins to prepare lunch once she’s sure Sana is comfortable and Sana grabs her phone. She’s still in a bit of a weird headspace. It was weird to not have her daughter pushing at her back or kicking her anymore. It was weird to know her daughter was in the world miles from home. It was weird to think she had a daughter now. A living breathing daughter, that was no longer just a mass of cells inside of her. It was weird knowing she was someone’s mother now.

Sana finds her phone on the nightstand. She makes Jihyo hand it to her before she begins to shower and Sana realizes she has quite a few messages. Most of them are from her friends, and it makes her so happy to read them.

from that annoying bitch

Yesterday 11:56 PM

i know i didn’t get to see you today but i just wanted to make sure you were okay. mina and hyo say you're fine but i promised my mom i would make sure. i’m really happy for you and your daughter is so cute which is honestly surprising considering who her mom is. mina and hyo said we can meet her around christmas and i think nayeon might have put it in her phone calendar, just a warning my wife can be crazy with babies :p

Sana couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Momo’s text. Of course that was what Momo said.

to that annoying bitch

Just now

i left my phone at home, sorry lol. i’m pretty sore but i just got home. you can tell auntie i’m fine and that i’ll send some pictures of nico over in a bit. thanks for checking in, i knew you loved me ;)

from that annoying bitch

Just now

sorry but you know i never have. your just all weird from the post pregnancy

hormones :p

to that annoying bitch

Just now

you’ll admit it one day, mommy knows you're a good girl momoring ;)

from that annoying bitch

Just now

shut up i hate you so much :p do i have to deal with mommy jokes from now on?

to that annoying bitch

Just now

well considering i was making them before and i wasn’t a mom then, yes :p

from that annoying bitch

Just now

i cannot stand you

to that annoying bitch

Just now

your just annoyed i’m a milf and your not :p

from that annoying bitch

Just now

you are insufferable

Sana giggled at that. Her and Momo had always been the same and it was something really appreciated. It may have sounded like they hated each other, but truthfully they loved each other a lot. They were like twins. Sana and Momo. Momo and Sana. It had always, and would always be the two of them. Sana had never had a biological sister, but Momo was by far the closest thing she was ever going to get. She decides to start going through some other messages after she decided she had messed with Momo enough. from momo’s hot wife

Yesterday 12:05 am

send me baby pics

this isn’t a request it’s a demand

i need nico pics now

to momo’s hot wife

Just now

sorry i left my phone at home here

[image sent]

from momo’s hot wife

Just now

OH MY GOD I’M IN LOVE SHE’S SO CUTE BRB I’M GOING TO THE HOSPITAL TO STEAL HER

to momo’s hot wife

Just now

okay but after you steal her i’m coming to take her back :p

While waiting for Nayeon to respond she went through her other messages. They were mainly just congrats texts with a few worried ones, just as Sana was expecting. What she wasn’t expecting was the one from her Aunt. from auntie

two days ago

hey sana, it’s been a while :) i hope the pregnancy is going okay and i can’t wait to meet my granddaughter. just to let you know so you don’t have to find out through someone else… they set your parents' release date today. it’s set for november three years from now. i can go get them from jail, so you don’t have to worry about picking them up. i talked to your mom today and they plan on getting an apartment right after getting out right outside of seoul. i just thought it would be good for you to know. i love you and can’t wait to see you at christmas!

Reading that text made Sana feel like she was going to be sick. They set her parents' release date? Her parents were going to be coming back? To Seoul? The thought of that made her feel like she was going to be sick.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #838: Meeting the Sisters (King of Fighters)

6:45 p.m. Outside of the Yabuki's Residence.......

K': (Looks Up at the House Along With Rock and Kula) This is the place?

Shingo: (Happily Nodded) Yep! My home sweet home. Might not be the best looking house in the world, but I still love it..

Rock: (Smiles Softly at the House) I dunno about that, Shingo. From all the houses we've seen so far, yours looks pretty good.

Kula: Ooh! (Turns to Shingo With an Excited Look on her Face) Is there gonna be ice cream in there?~

Shingo: (Happily Nodded) You bet. My sister picked up some groceries yesterday. So there's plenty of it to come around.

Kula: (Happily Cheers) Yay!~

Rock: (Eyes Widened a Bit) Wait. You have a sister?

Shingo: Yep. I have two of them actually. The oldest and the youngest. (Takes Out his Home Key From his Pocket) They can be handful sometimes, but trust me, they are just as amazing as you guys are right now.

Kula: (Touched by Shingo's Words) Aww~

Rock: (Chuckles Lightly) Well, if that's the case, I can't wait to meet them all ready.

K': (Starts Smirking at Shingo) I bet that they're as hyperactive as you are, Yabuki.

Shingo: (Smiles Sheepishly at the Gang) I.... wouldn't exactly say that both of them are that way. (Starts Using the Key to Unlock the Door) I mean, my little sister can be energetic at times, but big sis has always been the mature one in the family. She even takes of us whenever mom and dad aren't home.

Rock: Neat.

'Door Open'

Shingo: Guuuuys! I'm back home with gue-

?????: ONEE-CHAN!!!

Without warning, a girl with pigtails, hug tackles Shingo into the ground.

'THUD'

?????: (Smiles Brightly at Shingo) Welcome home, big bro!~

Shingo: (Sighs While Smiling a Bit Sheepishly) Nice to see you too, Naomi......

?????: Honestly, Naomi.....

The gang turns to see an older woman with glasses making her way towards her siblings while having her arms crossed.

?????: How many times do I have to tell you not to hug tackle our brother every time he comes home?

Naomi: ('UGGGH') Relax, Tsubaki! You gotta stop worrying about us all the time. We're fiiine!

Tsubaki: (Gives Naomi an Older Sisterly Glare) Well, maybe if you two quit being reckless, I wouldn't HAVE to get worried all the time! You're my younger siblings, and-

Naomi: (Starts Rolling her Eyes) We know....."Keeping us safe and healthy will always be your #1 properties above everything else" I'm sure we got the memo of that for as long as we can remember.

Tsubaki: (Stares Down at her Younger Sister For a Brief Second Before Sighing) Glad we're on the same page I suppose.... In the meantime.......(Smiles a little at Shingo) Welcome back home, little brother. (Turns to the Trio Standing Right Next to Him and Naomi) Are these the guests you told me about earlier?

Shingo: (Finally Gets Himself Back Up) Yep. These three are my buds: Rock, K', and Kula.

Kula: (Happily Waves at the Sisters) Hello!~

Rock: Hey.

K': 'Sup.

Shingo: (Starts Introducing his Friends to his Sisters) Guys, I like to introduce you to my sisters: Naomi and Tsubaki Yabuki.

Naomi: (Happily Waves Back) Hi!~

Tsubaki: (Bows at the Trio In a Polite Fashion) Please to finally meet you. Shingo told us quite a lot about you three as of late.

Rock: Cool. (Starts Smiling a Bit Sheepishly) He....... just told us about you guys a few minutes ago.

Naomi: (Immediately Pouts at Shingo) Shingo! You seriously haven't told them about us untill now? How could you!?

Shingo: (Immediately Put his Hands Up in Defense) I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to keep you two in the dark like that! I was gonna tell you about them sooner, but...It just never really crossed my mind beforehand, you know?

Tsubaki: ('Sigh') It can't be helped......At the very least, we have the chance to get to know more about one another. So we might as well savior every moment of it.

Rock: (Shrugs) Couldn't say it any better myself really. You two seem like good enough people to get to know more about.

Tsubaki: (Smiles Softly While Nodding in Agreement) Likewise.

Shingo: (Happily Nodded as Well) Okay! While you guys go ahead and do that, I'm gonna hit the showers right fast.

Rock: (Raised an Eyebrow in a Bit of Confusion) Already? We just got here.

Shingo: (Starts Stretching his Arms) Yeah, but I always do this whenever come back home in this kind of hour. It's kinda been my daily routine at this point, you know? (Rushes Himself Towards the Bathroom) BRB!

Tsubaki: Try not to take too long in there!

Shingo: (Already From a Distance) 'Kay! (Closes the Bathroom Door)

K': That kid is too optimistic for his own good.

Tsubaki: Yes, but that is one of the multiple reasons why we love him so. (Smiles Softly) I've always admired that mindset of his.

Few Minutes Later in the Kitchen......

Kula and Naomi starts eating their own bowl of ice cream while the others are having a conversation with one another.

Tsubaki: So you're saying that the two of met in the city?

Rock: Yep. Shingo was looking for the café at the time, so I helped find it for him. After that, we started hanging out a lot more ever since.

K': I met the kid we were in the 5th KOF tournament together. He's annoying, but....I still tolerate him.

Kula: (Smiles Brightly) I've met him in the 6th KOF tournament! He was really funny!~

K': Don't talk with your mouth full, Kula.....

Kula: 'Kay! (Continues Eating her Ice Cream)

Tsubaki: Ah. I see....(Starts Frown a Bit) The....King of Fighters Tournament.....

Rock: Is.... everything okay, Tsubaki?

Tsubaki: (Comes Back to Reality) Oh! Um... Yes. I'm fine. It's just that-

Naomi: Tsubaki been worried about Shingo joining the tournament since day one.

Tsubaki: (Immediately Glares at her Little Sister) I was going to tell them that thank you! And what did I say about talking with your mouth full!!?

Naomi: Okay. Okay. Fine. I'll keep eating. Sheesh..... (Continues Eating her Ice Cream)

Tsubaki: (Groans While Pinching her Nose) As I was trying to say, yes. (Starts Frowning Again) I am worried about Shingo participating in these types of tournaments. He keeps getting himself hurt in each one of them he joins. It even got to the point where he starts developing multiple scars on his arms, shoulders, back! ('Sigh Heavily') I'm really glad he has enjoyment in this kind of stuff......I just..... Don't want anything terrible to keep happening to him.....or worse....

Rock: (Takes a Couple Seconds to Think About Speaking Again) Tsubaki. I understand where you're coming from in all of this. Seeing someone close to you getting hurt can never be an easy feeling and I'm sorry you and your family had to go through all of that.....But I assure you that you have nothing to worry about here. Because the way I see it....(Smiles Softly) I think Shingo's the strongest person I know.

Tsubaki: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) "Strongest"?

K': (Simply Nodded) Howard's right. He might not have fire or any other crazy power in his disposal, but he can hold his own in a fight fairly well.

Kula: Yeah. I saw kick a robot's butt once.

Naomi: ('GASPS') He did!!?

Kula: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm. It was a long time ago, but it was soooo cool!

Naomi: (Couldn't Believe What She's Hearing) Oh my gosh.....(Turns to Tsubaki With a Bright Smile on her Face) You hear that, sis? I TOLD you our bro is the coolest!~

Tsubaki: (Rolls her Eyes A Little) I never said he wasn't, Naomi....But still...(Turns Back to Rock) You really think he has what it takes out there.

Rock: (Simply Nodded) Definitely. The guy has a lot more heart on this than the three us here combined. You just need to have more faith in him, you know?

Shingo: (Walks into the Kitchen) I'm back! Did I missed anything while I was g-

Tsubaki: Shingo.

Shingo: (Immediately Turns to Tsubaki) Oh! Uh...Yeah, sis? What's wrong?

Tsubaki: (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking) These tournaments you've participated in....and all the training you've endured....have you been taking them seriously like you should?

Shingo: (Rapidly Nodded) O-Of course I have! I've always been giving it my all every time step into the ring. I mean, yeah, it was a really tough experience and all, but I still managed to pull through every once in a while.

Tsubaki: That is true....Even when you keep getting these injuries, you never insisted on giving up.

Shingo: Exactly! (Raised his Fist Up in the Air in a Determined like Fashion) Even in a impossible scenario, I never give up. That's the Shingo Yabuki way!!

Naomi/Kula: (Cheers in Rejoice) YEAHHHH!!!

Rock: (Chuckles Lightly) That's right.

K': ('Heh')

Tsubaki: ('Sighs Heavily') I figured you would say something like that......

Shingo: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah. But.... seriously though, I'm really sorry for making you worry all this time, sis.

Tsubaki: (Smiles Softly) Don't be, Shingo. I'm your older sister. I'm always going to worry about you and little gremlin.

Naomi: (Pouts at Tsubaki) HEY! I am NOT a little gremlin!!

Tsubaki: (Starts Rolling her Eyes) You don't say? Could've fooled me really.

Naomi: (Starts Sticking her Tongue Out at her Older Sister While Kula Giggles at the Whole Thing)

Tsubaki: ('Sigh') Back on topic, and regardless of my worrisome nature, if you're really serious about all of this, then I won't stop you. I only ask is that you promise me to be more cautious in the future and that you won't take your training too seriously.

Shingo: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) I promise to do all of that x2! (Pulls Tsubaki into a Loving Hug) Thanks, big sis.

Tsubaki: (Smiles Softly While Hugging Her Little Brother Back) There's no need for you to thank me, little brother. No matter what happens, I'll always love and support you.

Naomi: (Happily Joins into the Hug Along With Kula and Rock) Us too!~

Shingo: (Sees K' Giving Him a Nod in Agreement While his Hearts Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness) Guys....I love all of you too. So much.

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[sjw-publishings]

Stay Straight Babe

“Im so glad I still have my lovely boyfriend with me during Quarantine, Amirite Cherry?”

“Yeah...hehe, so glad to have Sammie with me too...”

Anton, the Drama Queen laughed with his lesbian shy bookworm bestie as they discussed about theatre and all about. Of course, they would’ve invited their lovers along, but they were too busy being techno geeks and talking computer games in their gaming rooms.

“Did you have lunch yet?”

“Yeah, tried takeout from that famous Chinese restaurant downtown! Was super good!”

“Oh my god! Me too sistah!!!”

“OooooooAHHHH!”

A large groan came from their study, where his boyfriend’s currently at. Anton naturally looked concerned for his boyfriend.

“What was that?”

“I don’t know! But something came from Sammie’s room too...”

“Yeah! I gotta check Kenny, Brb!”

Ending the call, Anton left the bedroom, and headed his way outside the study, about to open the door, but then a loud masculine voice rumbled from behind the door.

“Samantha? You’re just such a great fri... girlfriend... eungh so hot...”

Samantha? Who is that....But more importantly, why would his friend...boyfriend be moaning to a lady? Is he...cheating on him? But that can’t be, his geeky nerd cutie is as queer as a three dollar bill! But still, he had to check it out....that deep voice certainly did not sound like a nerd’s...

“SO HOT!”

As Anton walked into the room, his eyes widened at the pile of clothes and tossed garments on the ground. Large XL sandblasted jeans, track pants, sneakers. Tons of sports posters and trophies decorating the shelves, and a large television screen playing the latest soccer match...though for some reason, he vaguely recalled seeing football and baseball at intervals.

But it definitely did not look like a study room...despite him initially thinking that it was. Alongside a couple of dart boards, some sports equipment, and a pool table, seemed like a recreation room...but since when could they afford...

“oooooOOOOAAAAAAHHH!”

A large moan came from the couch, as Anton came to the front of it, all his eyes focused on was an incredibly muscular asian hunk man-spreading in bliss, dressed in a white tee with an iconic sporting good logo in the front, left hand gripping his cellphone while his right hand dug deep into his clean white boxers. The man panted out of relief, and relaxation, like a weight lifted off his shoulders. Whispering into branded phone with his deep husky, asian tone.

“Stay Straight Babe~”

CLICK!

So hot...NO! Anton get a hold of yourself! Who was this Asian man? Where was his roommate? He had to get questions, even if this...extremely hunky cutie, looked so sexy dazed and looking up.

“What?...Who are you!”

The Asian man snapped out of his trace, eyes opened...but ever so slightly. He was asian after all, but he was chill...in control. Still leaning back on the couch, he looked at Anton, puzzled, before looking down at his exposed boxers and then back at the stranger. His mind cleared up in an instant, forcing out a-

“Kevin Lang, Fag!”

The man said it, and gave that signature sarcastic response from only a jock bully like him. Smirking condescendingly, he was in charge, and that theatre gay started to tremble.

“Listen Queer, I know you’re thirsty and all for men during this. But some of us got girlfriends who we can’t visit. So stop being a WUSS and deal with it.”

“I...wasn’t...I...”

Now this really pissed him, not even caring about the stickiness on his right hand, or that he had a pitched tent. All he knows now is to deal with this gay of a roommate who spied on him and his girlfriend. The tall 6ft 2 jock cornered Anton to the door.

“Go jerk to your boyfriend or something...oh that’s right! Even a FAG like you doesn’t have one!”

Anton was in tears, he remembered the countless dates that he had, alongside the taunts made by this douchebag Kevin who somehow managed to wolf his way into his life throughout college. He had to get out of there..., quickly opening the door and running back to the bedroom, locking it.

“I...I have to call Cherry...”

As he typed for her number, a sudden ringing notification popped up for the name Chelsea. Must be a typo when he was saving Cherry’s contact right? Cause that number definitely was Cherry’s.

“Anton....”

“What happened?”

Almost suddenly, his mind shrugged off of whatever his homophobic roommate had said. His best friend was weak right now, he had to help her.

Gripping ahold of the phone, he didn’t notice the warm tanned spot spreading on his palms, down his wrists every second as he held the cellphone.

“Samantha...called me a dyke.”

“Samantha?”

“You know! My roommate, the one that’s dating yours!”

It made sense now, the two of them bonded over how much they despised their roommates bullying...and the strangeness of how the douchebag jock and queen bee couple somehow always interfered in their respective love lives...

Clutching the phone tighter, his wrists tightened as definition thickened his forearms. Curling his biceps subconsciously, toning strongly till they were the size of baseballs.

“Yeah Kevin was such a douche, had to defend myself from him tryin’ to whoop me...”

“Yeah, had to backflip and dodge Samantha’s attacks. Didn’t feel good knowing she still holds a grudge about me being a dyke.”

Heh, he knew his best friend could handle herself. She was still a cheerleader in training, but could whoop Samantha’s arrogant butt anytime. Must also be her half asian genetics like his.

Sitting up straighter, Aiton’s broad shoulders filled out his sweater, which almost ripped if it was not for that white stain sealing up the cracks. That white stain...which came from Kevin...right? Was there a stain?

The white coloration spread all across the attire, shrinking up the sleeves to simply resting just below his shoulders, accentuating his large biceps which he proudly admired. Alongside his large back which occupied his entire bed...wait, didn’t he?

Taking a closer look at his bedroom...wait, looking DOWN at his bedroom. He was on the upper bed of a double decker, with training equipment at the side and a couple of sports memorabilia which looked reminiscent of the recreational room.

Yeah of course that douchebag Kevin had to have most of the room with his crap...though it was not all bad. He worked out quite often during his spare time...outside of that artsy degree he had no idea why he took...did he take an artsy degree? He shrugged, doesn’t matter, he worked out.

Anyways it showed, leaning back and taking full charge of the entire bed. At least he was the alpha HERE! Listening to what his best friend spoke...though she was mostly talking about drama with her roommate, not the kind of thing he was interested in.

But he always liked her voice...

“At least...I think I like girls? But that was an accident! I don’t like Samantha!”

Aiton nodded, unsure of what to say, but felt...pretty cool about it. Crossing his legs, as he saw those large trunks that trained...almost like for years. They which reached the end of the bedside, as those khakis lengthened and stretched into XL sweatpants...gotta snatch that back his junk from Kevin later, but not now. He was cool, now. Kicking off his large trainers which went-

CLUNK CLUNK!

As they hit the floor, wiggling his size 12 feet beneath those white socks. Kevin could insult him all he wants later, it was his room too. The fledgeling Jock can say whatever he wants to anybody, and he says-

“You were like ‘I think I like girls’, sounded pretty dyke to me.”

Aiton smirked, teasing the cheerleader from across the phone. He always liked doing that, he was in charge after all.

He knew how icky the two cheerleaders felt towards homosexuals...but then again, wasn’t he a bit rude towards them as well? Not as bad as Kevin but an occasional joke here and there meant nothing right?

“Who you callin’ dyke, Fag?”

“Who you callin’ Fag, Dyke?”

Okay...maybe he didn’t like being called Fag either. But it was just insults between him, Cherlse, and Kevin and Samantha. Anyone else and they answer TO HIS FISTS....except maybe ladies...especially hot babes.

He began to palm himself, and as he kneaded his hard rocket, he sneered in disgust over a rainbow wristband on his wrist. He blinked, in its faggy place was a white sports watch. His rocket doubled up in size, while darkening in tan, its always time to be a Jerk, just like his Bro Kevin.

“You know i get weak when you use my own words~”

Cherlsea opened up her phone webcam, and Aidon did the same. Both smirking at the other. The Jock knew it was always ladies first, but he was a Jerk so-

“Oh damn...she’s hot!”

“Of course I am, do I still look pretty dyke to you~?”

Watching her seductively pose on her bed, it felt like ages since he had seen a woman like that! In that revealing tank and double Ds he could just!

SQUEEZE!

“Oooaahhh!”

Squeezing his own chest, feeling rock solid muscle layering his nipples, pectorals filling his sports shirt massively like the man he was. Feeling those abdominals as a well deserved 6 pack emerged from years of crunches.

“I....I NEED RELEASE!”

“So hawt~”

“I...I AINT A FAG!”

“Course you aren’t hunky~you are so hawt, ooooooaaaaah!”

The Queen Bee’s second in command had let out her mating’s call, the asian babe was too much for the Douchebag Jock’s right hand man, and vice versa. As their desires linked up, with the help of a fortune cookie they ate prior, they were about to finally be set into motion.

Each of them felt a tight stinging to their holes simultaneously. As the Asian Jock’s butt hole tightened, the Cheerleader’s lady hole expanded. Like a trade of preferences, but that is not all.

As testosterone pumped in the man, churning larger sacks, as he watched his babe’s hair lengthen, his shrunk, and BUZZED off the sides and back, leaving a stylish gelled top, maintained with a pair of shavers, scissors, and his Bro. Not actually brothers, but they were asian , jocks, and total jerks. Wouldn’t be surprised if they were related.

Speaking of Asian, his tan had bathed his facial features alongside the rest of his body. Cleansing the GAY away from him as his jaw hardened into a fierce square. His lips snarled in momentary disgust, before his raising his cheeks, as that scowl shifted to an arrogant smirk as he watched his girlfriend do the same.

“Ooooaaaaaah~”

His brows complimented his prominent features, as they frowned, closing his eyes as his girlfriend’s moan was too much to bear...he needed RELEASE! RELEASE!

“OAAAAAAAH!”

Aidan Long expelled a thick goo from below, as his eyes gave way to a thin fierce asian dark brown. Staring into the ceiling in a haze...before the sounds of his lover’s panting sent him back to reality.

“Man...that feels good, but still miss our hot damn ‘Dragon and Empress’ sessions before all this happened.”

“Yeah totally...stuck with bestie the whole day is fun and all but...she and your douche roommate keep doing it all day.”

“Caught him jerkin’ off too jus now...”

“Whaaaaaat! Omg same, saw Samantha doing that too!”

“Course...nothin’ beats my empress...”

“Same for you too...my long muscular dragon.”

Almost instantly, the doors slammed open. Of course, Kevin had the spare keys to the bedroom too, and he was sneering right at the door.

“AND YOU SAY IM A FAGGOT!”

“SHADDUP KEV! YOU GAY!”

“NO YOU GAY!”

“NO YOU GAY!”

“HAHAHA!”

The two jocks laughed arrogantly, before sneering at each other. The two of them were thirsty, and they understood and respected that.

“Ohhh almost forgot, mwah mwah mwah!”

“Mwah mwah mwah back to you GAY!”

Kevin left the room, most likely going to order more of that Chinese take out or something. Doesn’t matter to Aidan though...he was friends with the man, but he wasn’t INTO INTO him.

“I swear this stay at home thing is turning me gay...”

“Oh there’s nothing wrong with some bonding sessions. Me and Samantha are pointing each other’s nails later on, and that isn’t DYKE!”

“Yeah, should probably binge watch soccer with that douche. Felt like We haven’t did a sports marathon in ages!...No homo of course.”

The two of them chatted for a while more, loving the company of the other intimately as they teased one another like the lovers they are.

But they eventually have to go to other stuff. And by stuff he wants to do, is CHILL.

“Love you hunky, talk to you l8r!”

The Jock simply posed to the camera,and spoke.

“Stay Straight Babe”

[girlofthefandom]

Tales from the smp thoughts and random quotes I enjoy (essentially delayed live blogging) Part 1

I love all these npcs already

“Hurry up camera man!”

Yes! Gladiators! I remember seeing someone say that idea

Just some joes

Porkeous the 7th. Oh no I can see the fan girls now.

Yes! Punch em off!!

“Yeah same.”

“That’s good cause I don’t” “we build a new colosseum every time”

I can’t want to see the names of everyone’s characters. Especially Philz’

Stairs everyone’s worst enemy

Tubbo... sweet child

She disappeared!! Witch craft! Burn the witch!

Tubbo=Jacky (forced off streets)

Fundy=Laggius Maximus (I love this name so much with the spinning)

Please don’t kill both the boys in this fight. But also I’m cheating for Laggius.

Subbin Empire? Subbin to Technoblade!

Go Laggius! This is not going to go well... this is really not going to go well...

No I refuse to root for Jacky. I like Laggius the bit will be funnier later.

I want to know what happened to the last camera guy! Let us know!

Vertical feeling! Heaven forbid! Also look at them insulting TikTok

I love the background music. Feels magical.

A lovely jump

Surprises... well that’s ominous. And wait the first one!

Tower! Towers are always good.

We got our popcorn. Ready to watch this fight.

Laggius is... coming... maybe...

GG Jacky... he hasn’t won yet but gg.

Lava!!!! Hooray! Love us some good lava

Poor Laggius... he was burning too early

And Laggius is still lagging

Why isn’t Jacky burning?? He won???

Knocked unconscious in the lava. What is this a Pokémon game?

GG Jacky.

Nobody needs to know the way around here.

“Almost like a video game” just break that fourth wall right down

Keeps looking at sapnaps character and talking about strong. How sweet. We love some fiancé’s.

Please don’t throw Laggius to the wolves

Jack Manifold = Bartholomew

Phil having to translate. I love it.

Watson = Phil

Good pun. Very good pun.

Nobody likes Punz. Gosh everyone’s so mean

We love Watson. Let’s go Watson.

Bartholomew with the drugs and Watson.

Crazy drunk man with fire resistance

I agree with Watson why did we come to this cousin.

Sapnap in a hole

Also I love the drinking age being 3

Let’s go Watson!!!

Where are my Pom poms? I’ve got a Watson to cheer for.

Execute those architects.

And their first Borns.

Watson! Watson! Watson!

“Welcome to the land of the living Bartholomew.”

I love the slow fight.

Come on Watson shoot em!

Oh no. Oh no. Come on Watson. You’re so close!

Noooooooooo.

Why Bartholomew???? I can’t spell that! I’ve been relying on autocorrect this whole time.

Watson would be so much easier to spell.

Still must go down the stairs.

Speed running life. That’s what I do.

No one dies. Just take them to nurse joy.

Poor Punz being so bullied

Punz=Levi

Levi? Really? Oh well I like the name. He won’t like but I like the name.

Also why does Levi have such a full backstory.

Has weapon hands with a horrible southern accent. I love it.

“Hmmm”

Who is Ol’ Sap?

Sapnap = John

And no creativity apparently.

Laggius had the best name for a gladiator. All the others are too boring.

Why are we beating up BBH

Hannah=Genevieve

Genevieve! I can spell that thanks to old Barbie movies!!

Go Genevieve! Trained her life! I love this woman!

Mostly women upstairs. I love it our fandom is so biased.

“Are you sure about that?”

Darlin? Really that’s not the right word.

Go Genevieve! I probably shouldn’t cheer for her since everyone I’ve cheered for has lost.

But still GO GENEVIEVE!!

Our empire is millions in dept

Let’s step up the battle! Let’s gooooo

“Ayyyyy!!!”

Go Genevieve! Levi hush up with your gills.

Jump in! Splish Splash!

Wait why are we listening to Mario Kart music? Wait I recognize this song.

Go Genevieve!!

YES FINALLY! I PICKED THE WINNER!

Levi hush. You done lost messed up southern boi.

Go Genevieve! I can actually spell your name!

I straight forgot Porkeous the 7ths name for a second and had to check my notes.

Stairs. Woop de doo.

“Pick the most handsome” wow

Ol’ Sap = John as I remember. And he’s sticking with it. Bold man sticking with it.

Ranboo = Ran

Just Ran and it’s just the enderman part of the skin. Haha. Very funny.

BBH = Edward

He went from strange voice to normal(ish) voice

I don’t like Edwards speech pattern. At the very least. Yucky.

John v. Edward letsa go

Go John!

Wait we renaming? This is going to get confusing.

Handsome. Can you two quit flirting (not really keeping going)

Alrighty then Ugly v. Edward

Go Ugly! (Sentence I never expected to type)

The seat thing

And saying king Julien. Sigh.

Just BRB real quick.

Thinking about buying things. Oh he meant ad.

Alright Ad 1/3 let’s go.

No I can’t even open chat to watch them instead of the ad. Boooo.

2/3 let’s get this done!

3/3

Snickers just loading for forever

Alrighty we survived.

And a crown really? Just wants his normal skin back.

Let’s go Ugly!

Bo-at battle! Let’s go!

Please don’t shoot Ugly.

Go Ugly!

“King Are you ok!”

I still hate Edwards speech pattern so much

Please. Just pretend to have a fair fight.

The rabbits???? Cant rabbits swim?

Hooray rabbits! I don’t what purpose they serve but I love them.

Edward or Edwardo? Did I miss something?

Ok it seems both.

Shooting a rabbit? Disowner on you disowner on your cow.

Killing pets reference? The references are so good.

YES UGLY!!!! Thank heavens!

I’m 2/4 for choosing the winner.

I hope ugly keeps on winning

“Colosseum Remote Control”

3 in 1 battle how did they not plan correctly for an even number

Nerds hold cameras you heard it here folks

I don’t want to hear deeper for some of these stories. All I want to see is Genevieves further story. She seems deep.

“Massive pigs growling at us. No offense”

Watson trying to clean the table.

We bringing in the Harmonika.

Harmonika fits the moment.

Yes name him handsome! Haha

Grievous is how I’m spelling that stupid sounding name. But it’s better than John and ugly.

I can’t get over the name Ran.

BE GONE LEVI!

I love Watson having to take care of Bartholomew. Translating for him and waking him up.

Phil just can’t resist playing the dad.

No no stopping just fighting.

Also I love Watson saying break it up. I wish Watson had won.

Genevieve sounds like such a lovely lady and she deserves to win.

As much as I love Grevious I want Genevieve to win.

Sapnap=Grevious good gracious this is hard to follow.

Ran is cool. I’m going to kill over listening to them just saying Ran.

Complicated backstory. Found the main character.

Ran is cool.

Wait this place is going down??? Pardon me???

Three person fight is...

Grevious v. Ran v. Bartholomew

Genevieve v. Jacky

Puns! Let’s go! And of course Levi likes Puns.

Everyone is so mean.

GO GENEVIEVE!

And Watson just babysitting Bartholomew

I’m going to get good at spelling Bartholomew. Because I was horrible at it before.

Empire of women!

Cages=Lava

“Mmm what smells good”

Battle star!!

“Boing Boing Boing”

Water dome?

Water Dome in Lava?

Well he tried zombies/bunnies

Lava in the water sphere?

Only fight at top of fishbowl got it.

GO GENEVIEVE!

Come on girl you’ve got this!

No Genevieve babe please don’t lose.

“The boats going down.” “It’s yelling timber.” “Like that song that hasn’t been made yet.”

Hurry up and die. I love it.

NO GENEVIEVE!!!!!

Do do do do

That was a longer fight. But pretty good.

To the cellars! Not to the cellars!

No! The boat is gone!

That was close.

This feels like a funky Pokémon game.

Jacky is a finalist! Good for him. I’m not cheering for him but good for him.

TRIANGLE FORMATION

Who’s missing? Oh wait it’s Bartholomew

“Intense prison cosmetic surgery”

Rabbits! We love rabbits.

Oh no faceplant mode!

What is even happening?!?!

Thinking creatively.

Just don’t die. What a game.

Cant wait to watch the thinking creatively animatic.

In a boat to avoid floating.

Attack!

Go Ran!

Oh we’re lagging.

Disable the dive mode!

The zombies are a bit much. Oh everyone’s actually fighting.

Rats why weren’t there baby zombies when Watson was going. They even made a Phil reference.

No treaties.

Go Ran! Keep on running away.

I love Ran.

GO RAN! I love Grevious. But GO RAN

Faster Zombies. Zombies go zoom.

Oh Grevious won.

Wait why does Ran have grass and why do they see him again.

Placing more dirt to clean old dirt.

Poor Grevious.

I feel sorry for him now.

Stand on da dirt.

Put the rabbits in the cages!!!!

I cheer for Grevious.

And yes there are many a loser.

Everything is so spicy. As in lava is there.

You can’t kick your fiancé’s future descendent out of the gang.

A full inventory

Watson with the backup button!

Seriously all he can do is be a dad.

OH BOY LAGGIOUS IS BACK!

And he’s here for the picture.

And Watson is (still) bullying him!

Bartholomew is pure trouble.

Ooops. The root beer was on the brain.

Watson! Come get your drunk!

Oh wait he actually did! I love this so much.

Petition for more Phil in Tales.

Only Genevieve voting for Jacky

Some people refusing to vote.

I’m sorry who asked if Laggius is ok.

He is always (not) ok

He is fine. See.

I love Laggius’ character the most.

Go winners!

Reformed kinda. If that doesn’t sum up the whole of the smp.

All the grass in the cage.

And Laggius being his slow self.

Nothing v. General

I love how it went from King to Emperor to King

And there is Laggius.

I don’t know how anyone else is spelling Laggius but I like this way and refuse to edit it if it actually spelled different.

Oh we’re getting more ads.

1/3 let’s go

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 91. brb x oc

a/n: I really needed a fluffy chapter. I really, really did. This month might be complicated and I hope I can manage it.

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: two idiots in love. <3

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Beatrice wakes up before he does, just as she planned to. She peeks up at him, seeing his eyes were closed and the soft snoring didn’t break when she moved a bit - wriggling out of his grasp. She bites her lower lip as she carefully lifts his arm from her waist, making a face when he groans a bit but just buries his face into the pillow instead of waking up.

She just wanted to pamper him a bit and she knew that the thoughts he had last night wouldn’t leave his brain that easily. She slid off the bed as quietly as she could, even falling on her knees on top of the rug, peeking over the edge of the mattress to check if he was still sleeping.

He was but his brows furrowed as his arm touched nothing, she even saw his fingers curling on top of the sheets. She didn’t have much time, so she moved as quickly - and as quietly - as possible. Beatrice fixes her nightshirt on her body as she sets his clothes on the chair, sneaking looks to her husband’s sleeping form every now and again, she sets his boots right in front of it and then with one of the sticky notes she had saved up she writes a little message to put on top.

“Okay.” she smiles but then immediately winces when she hears him moaning again, the type of moan that meant he’d wake up soon, “Oh shit. No, no,no.” she rushes over to the bed, leaning down to kiss his temple, sighing in relief when he relaxes.

“Where are you?” comes his groggy voice, eyes still closed.

“I’m going to the bathroom,Roos.’ It was a lie but he didn’t have to know that.

He hums deeply in his throat, “No, c’mere….bed feels empty.”

She smiles sweetly at him, kissing his cheek this time, “In a little bit,okay? I’ll be right back.”

And she steps back from the bed, waiting just until he gets back to deep sleep. Rooster’s brows relaxed and his shoulders sagged as he snored, Beatrice closing her eyes in relief as she leaves the room. 

Except that Rooster wakes up seconds after she’s gone, so her plan is really not working that great.

He blinks his eyes open, blurred colors sharpening into the furniture in their bedroom, his irises moving around in hopes he could see Beatrice anywhere but, alas, she’s not there. He pushes himself to his elbows, looking back to the bathroom only to see it was dark “Bea?” he calls, only to hear her downstairs…almost trying to not make any noise but the obvious ‘shit!’ as she dropped something meant she wasn’t doing a good job.

“Bea?” he calls again, a bit louder but not loud enough to wake Nicole up, even checking on the monitor only to see his baby girl with her mouth open and eyes closed,  sometimes kicking her legs in her sleep. After that he turns on the bed to sit up, blinking groggily at his surroundings until he sees the chair in the corner of the room.

His clothes were there, nicely folded and with something colorful on top.

At first he thinks he’s seeing things but there’s a bright pink something on top.

He groans as he rubs his face with a hand, yawning quietly - the subtle pop of his jaw making him wince a bit - and smacking his lips. He looks back at his folded clothes, kicking the covers off of him until he can stand up to check what was on top of his uniform.

He gently plucks the sticky note up, bringing it close to his eyes and a smile appears on his face.

“If you were a triangle you’d be acute one!” with the drawing of a smiling triangle under her writing. He chuckles, shaking his head at how sweet Beatrice could be. She didn’t have to wake up so early, even though he could hear her moving around downstairs, trying her best to be quiet.

Bradley just looks back towards the door, his smile only widening the longer he holds this little love note that she got for him…God he sometimes couldn’t believe they were married, because someone as sweet as Beatrice was so incredibly rare that he wondered if he was dreaming.

But after some thought he decided to actually take a shower, slipping the little note in his shirt’s pocket because he had to keep that with him that day. He took a quick shower, mainly to wake up, and walked out tightening his watch around his wrist.

As he steps onto the hallway, he does a double take towards the door where another sticky note was, this time in neon green.

“I love spending koala-ty time with you!” and the drawing of a little koala sitting on a tree right beside it.

He just stares at the little note with his stomach fluttering, plucking it off the door and chuckling as he holds it with both hands. He didn’t know what made her do that but he wasn’t complaining, in fact he loved it so much that he was wondering if there were more.

And he finds another one, sticking to the railing. 

“I love your top, it must be made of husband material!” followed by a drawing of a Hawaiian shirt.

That one made him laugh out loud, slowly walking down the steps towards the first floor only to hear Beatrice’s soft giggle from the kitchen. He found another one by the kitchen’s threshold

“I can never be mad at you but I will always be mad about you!”

And this one was probably his favorite, because she drew them.

Well, their faces, close to one another with the dot eyes and cute smiles, tiny hearts surrounding them. He just laughs softly, “...this is really fucking cute.”

“I’m glad you like it!” comes her response and she practically skips towards him, keeping her hands raised so they wouldn’t touch his clean uniform. He leans down to meet her lips in a slow kiss, one that makes her laugh into his mouth, pecking him twice once he’s done, “I’m making something special for you.”

“Yeah?” he looks over to her hands, “What is it?

“Chocolate muffins.”

“No way.”

“Way.” she giggles, kissing him again, “Hm! I need to wash my hands.” she slowly backs away from him so her dirty palms wouldn’t touch his clothes, but he just tugged on her night shirt, preventing her from leaving.

“Roos.”

“Bea.” he replies in the same, endearing yet admonishing intonation, smirking at her, “I can lick them clean for you~”

Her face flamed up and she squeaked, “No!” she manages to slip away from his grasp, hurrying to wash her hands before he catches her again. “We both know what will happen after.”

“Oh I hope so.”

‘Rooster you have work today.” she whispers, biting back her smile when Rooster comes from behind, hugging her waist and kissing her temple, trailing the said kisses down her cheek until he reached her neck, “We can’t-” she inhales shakily when he nips her neck ,’W-We can’t d-do um…”

“Use your words, gorgeous.” God, his voice got so deep sometimes Beatrice swore it touched every single nerve in her body. His hands trailed up her thighs until he reaches her underwear, fiddling with the thin lace, “What did I do to deserve such a nice surprise from my lovely wife?”

That question sobered her up a bit, and she turned her head to face him, “...you don’t have to do anything.” she whispered, “I just want to give you something nice before you left.”

Rooster’s cheeks flushed, his golden skin made it a bit hard to see but Beatrice knew him well enough to know when he was blushing. He chuckled embarrassedly, looking at the ground before propping his chin on her shoulder, “I don’t mind that.” he whispers, kissing her neck, “I really don’t.”

“Good because I also got something from Mr.Scoops.”

“What? When?!”

“Oh a few hours back. Overnight shipping,” she grins, kissing his parted lips,top then bottom, before kissing both of them “And its Belgian crunch Macchiato cake.” He gasps “With dark chocolate frosting.” He gasps louder. 

“Okay, hold on now.” he hasn’t let her go yet, “What’s all this,gorgeous? Really, why the sudden surprise- also when did you call Mr.Scoops,weren’t we both asleep?”

Beatrice sighs while slowly wrapped her arms around his neck,gently brushing the faded part of his hair with the tips of her fingers, “Roos,” she begins in that gentle voice that always makes him melt, “You don’t need to do anything for me to give you something nice,” she brushes over the Bradshaw pinned to his chest, “And you don’t need to worry if you need to do anything as such…I just felt like you’d like this when you woke up.”

Rooster’s gaze softened, his eyelids lowering just a bit as his cheeks flushed. He tightened his hold against her waist, then pulled her close to him until their chests touched, his lips pressing on her temple. He did that to hide the bashful smile and hopefully keep the butterflies inside of him.

How does she do this?

How?

It’s been three years together and she never ceases to surprise him every day. He keeps holding her, kissing her temple, then her cheekbone, her jawline before he meets her lips in a soft kiss, “Thank you. I really like it.”

Beatrice’s eyes glinted with pure adoration, “I’m glad.” and she stepped back from his hold, kissing his knuckles before pushing him to the kitchen table, “Now go,go! I’m going to give you your breakfast. And then I’ll check on Nikki, she’s going to wake up soon anyway.” and she cups his face one last time to kiss him again, giggling against his mouth, “Okay, enough kissing.”

“Is it?” he tries to meet her lips again, but she’s faster, tapping his own lips as she walks away from him. Rooster just lets out a soft laugh, keeping his head propped on a hand as he watches Beatrice move around, finishing his breakfast. She knew his time was limited but the fact she was preparing something so wonderful for him just…because she felt like he’d be happy to have something like that.

“Hey.” he calls and she turns around with a little smile,holding his steaming mug in her hands, “Wanna marry me?”

Beatrice’s eyes widened, then blinked and then she let out a soft laugh, tossing her head back with pure amusement, “Again? I thought we went through this before.”

“Will you?”

Her eyes softened, “Yes,always.” she giggles, setting his coffee mug in front of him, “Careful it’s hot.” 

“Yeah, you are.” and he swats her left butt cheek when she turns around, earning a startled yelp from his wife, followed by her glare. He just smiles boyishly, sipping his coffee loudly and humming once he swallows, “Babe your coffee is out of this world,” he looks down into the mug, “Did you put some cocoa chips here?” Beatrice’s glare softens and she nods, “Fuck, marry me again.”

“Yes,”she laughs, kissing his cheekbone, “I will.” Beatrice looks at the door only to see Eleanor standing there, softly ‘boofing’ to alert her that Nicole is awake. Beatrice cups his face one more time, “I’ll be right back,” she giggles against his lips, pecking him a few more times before she walks away.

Rooster tilts his head towards her ass, smiling as he sees the red handprint vibrant on her pale buttcheek as he sips his coffee. He however relaxes, leaning back on his seat with his eyes closed. “...fuck.” he chuckles, rubbing his eyes, “Fuck, I–” he just shrugs at nothing, then looks down at Jolene who’s sitting next to him, “...she’s amazing, isn’t she Jojo?” the pittie wags her tail against the tiles, licking her maw, “She’s so incredible and she’s sweet, and she’s…mine. She’s my wife and ugh.”

Sometimes he felt like a boy with a crush with Beatrice, he loved her reactions, he loved how she smiled with her whole face when looking at him, he loved how she seemed to shine whenever he was close and how every time - every time - they met eyes at the bar she still blushed.

He drops his head on top of his folded arms, chuckling like a boy in love the more he thinks about it, “Fuck, she’s my wife.” he whispers “She’s my wife and the mother of our child- I–...” he couldn’t be happier, maybe this was the happiest he’s ever been. He still had doubts, demons and traumas to deal with but Beatrice’s presence…was soothing, was healing, it was what his heart wanted for so long.

And he got it.

Rooster’s ears perk up at the soft voices from Beatrice and Nicole coming down the stairs “That’s mommy’s hair, no biting it,” he smiles as he straightens himself, looking towards the door waiting to see his girls. And he sees Nicole first, her light eyes still squinting because of sleep and her hair messed up in all directions.

Nicole yawns, rubbing one of her hands against her eyes before she focuses on her father…and then she’s fully awake. Beatrice laughs when Nicole immediately vocalizes and reaches towards Rooster, “Yes,yes,I know you wanna be with him during the mornings.”

“Hey,there’s enough of me for everyone,” he grins, putting his plate and mug away to gently whisper ‘hi! hi birdie!’ to Nikki when Beatrice placed her in his hands, “Hi,sweetie! Hi!” he coos, kissing her soft cheek, “Good morning to you too, did you sleep well?” Nicole babbles something, holding his index finger and gurgling a laugh when he wiggles it in her grasp, “You are getting stronger and stronger every day Nikki.”

“She is isn’t she? She’s grabbing a lot of stuff.”

“She’s going to have a mean throw when she’s older.” he leans closer to his daughter, “Do you wanna learn baseball? I can teach you some things.” Nicole smiles more, patting his face, “Yeah? You do? I know a few tricks.”

Beatrice just sips her own morning latte with her eyes on Rooster and Nicole, loving how he managed to eat and talk to Nikki at the same time. In reality her heart warmed so much because of that, he was such a good father and she wanted to remind him of that, “Oh, by the way, today-” she says, “Me and Nikki are joining Ev for baby shopping.”

Rooster looks up from Nicole with his brows up, “Really?”

“Yes, she wants to get some infant clothes out of the way. She’s only one month pregnant but…maybe she’s more excited than she lets on…and Shells is coming with.” she says, “So me and Nikki are going to spend a lovely day with her aunties, isn’t that right Nikki?”

Nicole babbles something, her eyes directed to her father’s uniform, more specifically the buttons that kept it closed. Rooster smiles looking down at their daughter, gently swiping some of the bangs on her forehead to the side so he could kiss it, “It’s going to be fun,I’m sure.”

“I think so!” Bea grins, placing the mug aside, “Because I saw this adorable outfit for Nikki too and she’d look so cute,Roos!”

“Send me a pic when you get it.”

“As if you have to ask.”

Her smile just made his whole body feel warm, his whisky colored eyes shining with pure adoration towards her, “Baby.” he calls, making her look towards him, “C’mere.” she just gives him a confused stare, “C’mere.” and he pats his thighs twice.

“...Roos, you have Nikki in your arms.”

“They are big enough to hold both of you.” he pats again, “Please? Even Nikki wants you.” and he holds their daughter up so their cheeks touch, Nicole babblering excitedly with her little arms reaching for Beatrice.

The brunette lets out a pained sigh - followed by a smile - before walking towards him, “Alright, I need room-” and he immediately pushes the chair back with a loud scrape that scares Jack but only makes Nicole giggle, “You are relentless.”

“Yes.” he purrs, kissing her cheek when she settles on his lap, “I am,because my wife makes me feel that way.”

“Your wife, huh?”

“Yep.”

Beatrice adjusts Nicole in her arms, lowering her face until their noses touched, “You are lucky she finds you absolutely adorable.” he smiles, earning another quick kiss to the lips, only to have it again as Beatrice giggled, “And very handsome.”

Nicole, who was watching this whole thing wide eyed, just made quiet noises, waving her arms then shoving one of her tiny fists into her mouth, “She’s hungry,I’m sorry Nikki.” Beatrice said, looking around trying to find a way to escape only for Rooster to wrap his arm around her waist “...Roos…”

“You can do it, can’t you?”

“You just want to look at my tits.” he flicked his eyes down to her still covered chest quickly, cheek dimpling because that was exactly why, “Awful, awful man.” she giggles, but he does lean back a little more to give her extra room. She would never cease to be amazed with how broad and tall her husband was…because he was literally keeping both of them on his lap and it didn’t bother him at all. 

Rooster took another bite of his breakfast, holding Beatrice’s sleeve as she placed Nikki close to her chest, wincing a bit when her daughter latched, “Ow.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” she checks down at Nicole who just has her eyes closed as she enjoys her breakfast, “Just the usual pressure, she has no teeth yet.”

Rooster hums, propping his chin on her shoulder to watch the scene with his eyes soft, sometimes moving his gaze to Beatrice’s face just to see that cute smile spread the longer she looked at Nicole. He kisses her shoulder, making her eyes shift towards him, “I’m gonna miss you today.” and her eyes appeared to have hearts in them, her cheeks flushing a soft red as she let go of Nicole’s hand to rub his cheek, “I mean it.”

“You’ll be home soon,Roos.” she reassures, combing a few strands of sandy brown back, “And you’ll be home and you’ll see us.”

“I know.” he almost whines about it, burying his face on the back of her shirt, “But I can’t help it.”

Beatrice tsks cutely, “Aw,handsome,” she cups his chin to kiss his lips again, “You are so cute when you are clingy.” she laughs at his narrowed gaze, only to squeak a laugh when he playfully pokes her side, “Stop, I’m feeding Nikki.” 

“Nikki doesn’t seem bothered.”

Both of them looked at their daughter, “When does she?” Beatrice smiles, “She’s the chillest baby I’ve ever met. Not even I was this cool with everything.”

Nicole in response just peeks one eye open then closes it, because she’s clearly unbothered. Rooster smiles, sipping the rest of his coffee, “Thanks for the breakfast,by the way. It was delicious.”

“Anything for you.” she smiles, kissing the tip of his nose, pressing their foreheads together “Anything.”

[kbstories]

impression//expression

“It’s not like Kirishima had come all this way to U.A. to immediately break the promise he made to himself upon arrival.

It’s just that Bakugou is as feral as they come, and the moment Kirishima recognizes it’s fear he felt crawling up his spine that day, he makes it his personal mission to face it head-on until it’s gone.”

(Or: Being friends with Bakugou Katsuki is anything but a linear experience. Kirishima Eijirou would have it no other way.)

Tags: Kirishima POV, Developing Friendships, Kamino Arc, Kidnapping & Aftermath, Hurt/Comfort, Bakugou Gets A Hug

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Content warning for kidnapping, aftermath of violence. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9.

***

Nitro!! (Baku 💣💥)

i’m gonna die (sent 19:08)

no seriously i’m this 👌🏻 close to losing it bro (sent 19:08)

aizawa’s voice is so zzzz and it’s like sir,, i’m begging,,,, (sent 19:09)

a little bit of energy. just a little bit (sent 19:09)

A nudge to his side, somewhat urgent.

shit brb (sent 19:10)

“Dude.”

Kirishima keeps his voice down to a hiss, shooting a glance at Aizawa’s turned back just in case. Hidden behind his pencil case, his phone shows Bakugou has read his messages – near-immediately, as always – before Kirishima locks the screen. His own face is reflected on sleek, innocent black.

Next to him, Kaminari is looking at him like he’s lost his mind. “Don’t dude me, dude”, he whispers back. “Texting in Aizawa’s class? D’you have a death wish?”

Next to Kaminari, Mina leans over her desk, clearly curious and uncaring of her notes crinkling quietly under her elbows. “You? Kiri, paragon of wholesomeness and sunshine, breaking the rules? Lemme guess, it’s because of Bakugou.”

Next to Mina, Sero joins the fray with a muted headshake. “So brave yet so reckless. Truly inspiring.”

“You can say that again. That guy’s scary, man.” That’s Kaminari again. He leans in conspiratorially, nodding at Kirishima’s phone. “You got Blasty’s number? How? He almost bit my head off when I invited him to the 1-A chat.”

“Uh, yeah? We’re besties. But guys…”

If they were anywhere else, Kirishima would let out a whine. All he wanted to do was keep himself awake by texting his bro, is that such a crime? Especially since Bakugou’s the only one of ‘em who is actually allowed out there, where the fun stuff is happening. It’s downright cruel to have a new challenge dangled in front of their eyes like the juiciest steak only to be dragged away to the equivalent of plain steamed broccoli. Or something.

Point is: Kirishima’s bored enough he could cry and Aizawa, bless his insomnia-plagued soul, is making it about a thousand times worse with his monotone mumbling while he continues to write whatever-the-fuck in chalk to illustrate his point.

Three mouths open simultaneously in what Kirishima knows will be a too-loud bout of teasing – a frantic gesture of his hand to shut up, shut up, shut up has identical grins bursting on his friends’ faces.

Grins that disappear the instant the familiar sense of Aizawa’s quirk washes over them. Uh oh.

Aizawa doesn’t even have to say anything. Not even a brief pause registers in his lecture yet Kirishima snaps to attention so hard his buttcheeks clench as he furiously scribbles down what’s on the board. Some sort of… diagram? (It’ll make sense later, Kirishima hopes. And if it doesn’t, there’s always his equally draconic tutor-slash-best-friend he can poke into helping him eventually.)

After a semester at U.A., everyone in 1-A is whipped enough that not a single word is breathed between them for a good fifteen minutes. Aizawa talks, they take notes.

Then the adrenaline wears off and Kirishima finds himself drifting once more, fingers automatically flicking the home button. There, over Crimson Riot’s confident grin, three new messages.

Nitro!! (Baku 💣💥)

pay attention (received 19:14)

ffs (received 19:14)

hope aizawa murdered your ass (received 19:16)

No surprises there. Well, the fact that Bakugou has deigned to reply just before a training exercise kind of is, and he even triple-texted which makes a sappy part of Kirishima’s brain think he must’ve rubbed off on him over the past months. The day Bakugou Katsuki discovers emojis can’t be far off now and it will be Kirishima’s greatest achievement to date.

He bites his lip to suppress an amused noise at that. Ignoring the incredulous stare from Kaminari to his right, Kirishima types.

Nitro!! (Baku 💣💥)

haha! i lived bitch (sent 19:32)

minus the bitch askdjfhsk sry (sent 19:32)

i’m just tired af lol (sent 19:32)

how’s things on ur end tho? (sent 19:34)

no asses left unkicked i’m sure (sent 19:34)

👊🏻💥💥 (sent 19:35)

Kirishima gets about a solid second to feel good about furthering his pro-emoji agenda before his phone is snatched away by rigid, white cloth. Wide-eyed, his gaze is met by a flat expression that exudes more exhaustion than any human should rightfully have to feel.

“Kirishima”, Aizawa says, as calm as ever. “How kind of you to lend me your attention.”

Lord have mercy. Whichever hell Aizawa is about to unleash on him, Kirishima will be in it for a while. And when that’s over, it’ll be Bakugou’s turn to have a field day with it.

Somehow, Kirishima is actually looking forward to that last part.

*

Then, a voice rings out in their heads. Aizawa jumps into motion. The villains strike.

Afterwards, all Kirishima can do is stand there and watch the forest burn. His phone is silent, held between fingers that won’t stop trembling no matter what he does. He unlocks, checks, locks, only to do it all over again a few minutes or seconds later.

Around him, everything is spinning out of control. Reality is too loud, too bright, already overwhelming where it waits to be acknowledged beyond the soothing green interface of his chat with Bakugou.

The messages are still there. Marked read until they aren’t, and Kirishima stares at that subtle difference like it’s the last thing tethering him to the ground. Blue tick, his best friend is fine. Grey tick–

Bakugou let Kirishima take a photo of him, once. Kirishima had complained about his profile picture being that creepy default silhouette, especially once they started texting on a daily basis. So Bakugou sighed and leaned over the tiny table of the café, his chin propped on one hand and his coffee in the other. He’d kept still just long enough for the shutter to go off and called him a clingy bastard right after.

In the soft morning light, there’d been something warm in his typical glare. It’s still there, tucked away in the top left corner of the screen. Fond, red eyes, looking straight at Kirishima ever since.

Higher and higher, the flames reach for the sky with greedy, cobalt fingers, bright enough to take the stars with them. And Bakugou?

Bakugou is gone.

*

Nitro!! (Baku 💣💥)

hey (sent 23:01)

it’s a long shot but (sent 23:03)

are u there? (sent 23:03)

these are going thru so ur phone is on and i thought (sent 23:08)

idk (sent 23:08)

please respond man (sent 23:37)

please (sent 23:58)

katsuki? (sent 00:40)

*

Nitro!! (Baku 💣💥)

fuck (sent 3:24)

*

Bakugou Katsuki

um (sent 6:13)

the pros asked for ur number to track it and stuff so i gave it to them (sent 6:13)

turns out almost nobody has it?? so like (sent 6:20)

if u want a new one after all this it’s on me (sent 6:21)

pls don’t be mad haha (sent 6:21)

fuck that actually (sent 7:05)

be as mad as u want baku (sent 7:06)

u can do whatever ok? when u come back (sent 7:09)

free pass. i won’t guard this time (sent 7:09)

just come back (sent 8:00)

they’re looking for u so u gotta come back (sent 8:02)

* 

Baku 💣💥

sry i just (sent 19:55)

ok still going thru (sent 19:55)

that’s good right? (sent 19:57)

i need it to be good (sent 20:05)

yeah (sent 20:06)

*

Baku 💣💥

it’s saturday (sent 2:33)

please be ok (sent 4:46)

i miss u (sent 5:00)

*

Baku 💣💥

we’re on our way katsuki (sent 12:45)

just hold on we’re coming for u (sending…)

wait (sending…)

oh (sending…)

*

Bakugou is quiet.

When all is said and done, injuries patched up and police statements given, Kirishima waits and Bakugou looks… tired. Small. Glancing back at the precinct with eyes a little too wide, a little too hesitant to truly belong to him.

Whatever he’s searching, if he finds it or not – Kirishima can only guess as Bakugou’s shoulders slump further and he mutters, “Let’s just go.”

In retrospect, he was probably talking to his parents. The Bakugous came for their son in a car as expensive as they come, white with chrome highlights and an interior clad entirely in tasteful, beige leather; it’s an aesthetic that’s the antithesis to Katsuki’s. Their expressions are full of love, though, brows drawn in concern carefully left unspoken. His father opens the back door for him first, going for his own in the front, while his mother ruffles Bakugou’s hair within the one-second-window he allows for the touch before shrugging it off.

“Welcome back, brat. We missed ya.”

Familiar phrases laden with far too much weight. From the outside in, it’s just that: Mildly exasperated parents picking up their kid after some school thing that dragged on into the night, or perhaps a late hangout with a friend. No one acknowledges the nightmare-ish three days they’ve left behind by the merit of time passing and the world spinning on and nothing else – the countless people injured or dead, an entire district torn asunder in a conflict much bigger than any of them, especially Bakugou.

Bakugou, who shuffles onto the backseat without saying much of anything. It’s only after Kirishima trails after him and Bakugou’s eyes meet his own over his shoulder that Kirishima realizes that’s what he’s doing.

Then Bakugou’s gaze softens and he kicks the door of the car open wider. “Um”, Kirishima pipes up, the noise of keys clinking together drawing his attention to one Bakugou Mitsuki. “Is it okay if I…?”

She snorts and ruffles his hair, too. “Kid, after what you did tonight, a ride home is the least I can do for ya. C’mon.”

Kirishima bows politely, a mumble of “Thanks, ma’am” waved away immediately. A moment later, Kirishima’s hand is being grabbed and he’s dragged inside. “Get a move on”, Bakugou mumbles, staring pointedly until Kirishima rights himself and digs for the seatbelt with his free hand. The click of the clasp snapping in is oddly loud in the ensuing silence.

It doesn’t last. The moment the engine purrs to life and the lights go off, a heavy guitar riff screeches from cleverly hidden speakers in perfect surround sound and Kirishima jumps. He’s the only one in the car to do so.

“Whoops, my bad”, says Bakugou’s mom as she turns the music down the slightest amount, her smirk – so familiar and yet not – clearly visible in the rear-view mirror. Next to her, Bakugou’s dad chuckles and shakes his head.

Bakugou himself is turned towards the window, the hand against his chin barely hiding the tiny smirk there. Kirishima lets him have it. Anything that’ll replace that lost expression from earlier is good in his books.

“So. Eijirou, right? Nice to finally meet ya.” Mrs. Bakugou checks in with him via the mirror. Her hand rests on the gear selector. “Where to? We’ll bring you home first. I’m sure your parents are worried.”

And oh fuck, Kirishima hasn’t even thought that far ahead yet. When he snuck out of the house a lifetime ago, all his mind was able to process was getting to Bakugou, saving Bakugou, bringing Bakugou back. As much as both his mothers are angels in their own right, they’re also easily worried and twice as buff as him. There haven’t been many occasions which called for them to throw down for their son but they totally would if given half the chance.

If they catch wind of even a fraction of what Kirishima got up to tonight, someone will have to pay. Kirishima’s willing to bet his most prized, limited-edition Crimson Riot figurine that that someone will end up being all of U.A., nationally famous pro heroes or not.

Before any of that can make it out of his mouth, Kirishima’s hand is squeezed and… Oh. Bakugou’s still holding it. Their skin isn’t touching; Kirishima’s sleeve has been pulled down to prevent that.

(It’s one of those things Bakugou does, tracking who and what gets in direct contact with his sweat and how to neutralize it in time. It makes Kirishima’s chest ache that, despite everything that happened, he is still aware of small things like that.)

“He’s crashing at ours tonight”, Bakugou tells his parents rather gruffly. Still looking out the window like there’s nothing unusual about that at all, and Kirishima gapes at him in complete and utter surprise. Bakugou’s grip only tightens.

“Got a problem with that?”

Just like that, Kirishima finds himself able to process speech. “Nope! Not at all. Uh, that is– Mrs. Bakugou, Mr. Bakugou, can I?”

Bakugou’s parents look similarly caught off-guard. To their credit, they merely blink and look at each other, shrugging. Again, it’s the mother who speaks. “That’s Mitsuki and Masaru to you, kid. Let’s go home, then.”

And that’s that. They set off, the car’s movement a quiet thrum that’s drowned out by complicated drum solos and vocals barely scraping past outright growling. Any other day, Kirishima would’ve been ecstatic to finally get to meet the Bakugous. He’d hoard bits and pieces of knowledge about them – such as the fact that Katsuki’s taste in music runs in the family, what the hell – like a dragon does gold coins. The notion that Bakugou invited him to their first sleep-over ever would be the biggest treasure on that pile, for sure.

Because Bakugou Katsuki is anything if not cautious: with his quirk, with his time, with his trust. Because, after days of pacing his room and worrying himself sick and crying until exhaustion took him out, their plan worked.

They pulled it off, Bakugou is back and alive, and Kirishima’s allowed to stay by his side a little bit longer.

He’s here because Bakugou wants him to be and that… feels better than Kirishima can properly put into words. So, no, he doesn’t boast about it, he doesn’t have the energy to – but Kirishima notes and appreciates it nonetheless, relief forming a ball of warmth and light that radiates within him like a tiny sun got stuck between his lungs and his heart. Bit by bit, it melts the tension off Kirishima’s bones until all he can grasp is the steady presence of Bakugou’s hand in his and how heavy his eyelids feel.

Kirishima could sleep for a week straight and still crave a nap afterwards. Probably.

There’s something he has to do before he crashes, though. With a gentle squeeze, he frees his hand to grab his phone and winces at the dozens of unread messages and missed calls that greet him. Both the group he has with his family as well as the one for 1-A have been running hot most of the night, reducing his battery to a pitiful 12%.

Opening up the chat with his moms, Kirishima scrolls to the bottom of the increasingly worried barrage of texts and hesitates, his fingers hovering over the keypad. Once he starts typing, he’ll have about a minute before shit really hits the fan.

💪🏻Kirishima Power 💪🏻

guys i’m so sorry!!! (sent 21:58)

i know ur worried and stuff and i swear i’ll explain later ok?? (sent 21:58)

 just wanna let u know i’m safe!! staying over at baku’s tonight (sent 21:58)

he’s here and safe too (sent 21:58)

🙏🏻🙏🏻 (sent 21:59)

He pauses then, reading that last part over and over again. Safe. Safe, safe, safe. A smile cracks Kirishima’s lips apart and it remains there, steadfast through the flood of new messages rolling in.

*

Bakugou’s room is both everything Kirishima expected it to be and at the same time… not.

It’s huge, for one, the typical bed-wardrobe-desk setup expanded by a couch and a beanbag, a TV with a variety of game systems hooked up to it, a handful of shelves filled to the brim with books and manga and oh, a whole freaking drum set taking up a corner by itself. The walls are plastered with band posters and signed set lists and – less blatant but still there – the odd All Might merch Kirishima knows Bakugou would strangle him for mentioning, so he doesn’t.

What comes out of his mouth is: “Dude! I didn’t know you played drums. That’s so cool!”

Everything is kept in the triad of black-orange-green Kirishima recognizes from a certain hero costume. A few discarded shirts aside, it’s really tidy. So much so that Kirishima feels ashamed of the state of his own room just by seeing this.

The feeling is compounded by Bakugou picking up those shirts and throwing them in the hamper first thing, a quiet tch indicating he’s annoyed by it. Kirishima isn’t up to outing himself as an unrepentant walking mess in comparison – instead, he makes a beeline for the bookshelf with the manga, eyes drawn to a row of covers he’d recognize in a heartbeat.

“Wha– I’ve been looking for these for ages! They’re sold out every time I try to catch up on ‘em.”

A short glance at Bakugou is answered with a shrug and an eye-roll: It’s Bakugou-speak for do whatever the hell you want. Kirishima pulls out the volume he stopped at and leafs through it.

It’s meant as a distraction for Bakugou, a space for him to drop the put-together façade and breathe without people constantly fussing over him. It’s honestly what Kirishima would rather be doing right now (exploring his best bro’s room be damned) but it’s not what Bakugou needs. Well, what Kirishima thinks he needs.

It’s hard to get a read on him without the constant snark and pointed glares. With some dinner in their bellies and Bakugou’s parents now safely downstairs, the expression that fits nowhere on the Angry Bakugou Face catalogue is back. Kind of uncomfortable and so… absent.

Kirishima is really starting to hate that expression.

It’s entirely accidental that Kirishima actually gets into reading. One chapter turns to three, turns to five, and the troubles and worries whirling ever-tighter in his chest ease for a bit until–

Woosh. A soft, balled-up something knocks against the back of his head. Kirishima startles and almost drops the manga, a vaguely alarmed noise stopped short by the sight of Bakugou in sweats and a well-worn, black shirt. His hair is wet. Wild as ever. At Kirishima’s feet: A similar outfit including a towel.

“Bathroom’s that way. Leave your clothes out by the door, I got special detergent for the nitro. Shampoo and shit’s in the shower, there’s a toothbrush for you by the sink. Use it.”

Kirishima opens his mouth.

Bakugou sighs. “It’s just a fucking toothbrush, Kiri. Wreck it for all I care.”

Kirishima closes his mouth. He nods. His phone is quickly dug out of his pocket and set aside, then he slips out to shower.

A good fifteen minutes later, he opens the door to let out a gust of steam and sees his clothes are gone. The hallway is empty, half-lit by the light coming from downstairs. The Bakugous have been as nonchalant about their spontaneous guest as Bakugou himself; even so, Kirishima tries not to linger or make too much noise as he sneaks back to Bakugou’s room.

“Baku. I’m back.”

Bakugou gives him a grunt of acknowledgement from where he’s fitting some sheets over the couch, folded out to provide a decently sized bed. There’s a pillow and a pile of blankets next to him, wrapped in fresh linen as well. It’s unlikely he’s stopped doing stuff since Kirishima left and if he is about ready to crash in five to ten minutes, he can’t imagine how Bakugou is doing right now.

Y’know, the guy who just survived being kidnapped by Japan’s newest and most notorious villain menace. No amount of pretense can make that simple fact undone.

Kirishima pads over to help, the offer to take over already on his lips but– Too late. The last corner is already being tucked in and laid flat with grim-faced efficiency. Left with nothing else to do, Kirishima sits down on the very edge, eyes downcast and fingers fiddling with the hem of his borrowed shirt. There’s some sort of band logo on it, an English word written in that typical death-metal-font that looks like someone dumped a bunch of white sticks in a pile and called it a day.

It’s soft. A little loose and frayed around the edges.

“Hey, Baku?”

Taking the blankets, Bakugou dumps them in Kirishima’s lap. “Mh?” He makes to step away and Kirishima doesn’t think, just reaches out and catches the back of his shirt.

“Dude, seriously. Just… sit down for a minute. Please?”

And Bakugou… listens. He stops, he frowns at Kirishima for a moment like he’s trying to figure out what his deal is, he sighs like he’s been presented with the world’s most aggravating puzzle – and then he tells Kirishima to scooch. “What? I’m not gonna sit on the fucking floor”, he says.

Kirishima can’t keep the relief off his face as he gladly makes room on the couch, leaning against its arm and tucking his legs in. Once Bakugou has settled, cross-legged with an elbow propped on the backrest, Kirishima throws the blanket over both of ‘em. Might as well get comfortable while they still can.

“Okay.” He steels himself with a long, slow breath. “I know you hate this kinda thing and we’re both tired and… stuff. Still, though: Are you okay?”

Bakugou gives him a look, which– Okay, fair. It’s a dumb question with an obvious answer. Kirishima doesn’t back down, though, humming to buy himself some time to rephrase.

“Like… It’s fine if you’re not. Okay, I mean. And if you’d rather go the fuck to bed and not think about this for a while that’s fine, too. But that was pretty rough and you’ve been, um, quiet. And stuff. So, I’m kinda worried. Y’know?”

Kirishima pauses. A bit lower, he mumbles: “And I missed you. So yeah.”

At some point, he dropped his gaze to his hands, limp and useless in his lap. Kirishima swore not to be a coward anymore but it’s hard, to speak and ask about things in full awareness he has no fucking clue what he’s doing.

All he wants is for Bakugou to be okay. That’s all that matters, at the end of a day like this.

“I’m not”, Bakugou says, tentatively. Like he’s making up his mind as he goes. “I’m not gonna waste your time with ‘I’m fine’. I’m not. This shit’s fucked up.” And again he sighs, sounding so fucking tired Kirishima’s heart squeezes in sympathy.

“I haven’t slept in three fucking days; my shoulders are killing me from using my quirk and sitting chained to that stupid chair and whatever the fuck else. The League scouted me specifically because they thought I’d make a good villain and fuck them for that. Fuck them. But it’s just… It’s whatever. It doesn’t matter.”

Whatever Kirishima expected, it’s not that. He looks up and into Bakugou’s eyes and–

He can’t mean that, can he? Kirishima searches his face for evidence to the contrary, traces the tension around Bakugou’s mouth and the exhaustion smudged under his eyes and the line between his brows, growing deeper under Kirishima’s scrutiny. It all reads defeat. It hurts.

They won, right? A childish voice within Kirishima can’t help but cling to that even as he looks back down. They won, and things are supposed to get better when you win.

“People got hurt. People died, Kiri. Heroes, too.” Bakugou takes a shaky breath, a hand going to his hair and rubbing it roughly. “Fucking… Best Jeanist was there and nobody at the precinct wanted to tell me if he’s alive or dead or what. All of Kamino Ward is fucking gone and All Might–”

Bakugou’s voice cracks right down the middle and it hurts. Like there’s a beast tearing through Kirishima’s chest to rip out his heart and throw it to the floor, stubbornly beating as it bleeds out.

Kirishima wants to say something. Anything. All he can hear is Bakugou’s breathing but it’s all wrong, off-rhythm and thread-bare and upset, and any doubt what that means is erased as Bakugou’s hand clenches on the sheets and he sniffs, wet on the exhale.

“Baku–”

“Don’t. Kiri, don’t–”

He’s always been like that, ordering him around and demanding things when politeness dictates to ask for them instead. His tone is as close to pleading as Kirishima’s ever heard from Bakugou, though, and it twists him up inside to the point he feels distantly nauseous.

“Don’t look.” Bakugou isn’t supposed to sound like that. Not now, not ever. “Okay? Don’t f-fucking– Don’t look at me right now.”

“Okay”, Kirishima says. “I won’t.” His own voice is a mess as well, trembling all over the place. “I won’t, Nitro. I won’t.”

You’re safe, is what he wants to tell him. It’s okay, you’re safe now. That’s not what Bakugou is asking of him. Kirishima can’t stop himself from crying because it’s always been hard not to when the people he loves are doing it, but… He tries. For Bakugou, he’ll always try.

Through eyes heavily clouded by tears, he sees Bakugou’s hand tighten, knuckles going white and bloodless. Painfully tense, and Kirishima can’t stand the sight of that, either.

He shuffles a little closer to place his hand over that fist, careful to only touch the back of Bakugou’s hand. Kirishima whispers, “I’m here”, and Bakugou audibly swallows. He lets him slip his fingers in-between his own.

Holding on, just as he did in the car and when they met in mid-air, that desperate instance that decided whether he would make it out alive or not.

Bakugou holds on even as he breaks for good and his shoulders shake with his sobs. As he continues to breathe in gulps of air that sound strangled and desperate, through tears that leave a pattern of uneven dots on the blanket. By morning they will be gone without a trace: The sun will come up, the world will continue to travel around it, and time will reveal the road they walk on as they walk it, step by step by step.

Just because it’s meant to pass doesn’t make this moment any less real. Any less important. Kirishima sits there and listens to his best friend cry. He remembers days spent without him and the mad dash to save him. He thinks of dumb questions and obvious answers.

It’s hard to tell if this is one of them, so he gathers all his courage and asks: “Katsuki. Can I hug you?”

Just like last time, Bakugou doesn’t say anything. He laughs, a watery, humorless thing – and he pulls at Kirishima’s shirt to crush him to his chest. His arms wind around Kirishima’s neck, Bakugou’s face pressing against his hair where Kirishima won’t be able to see him.

It’s fine. Kirishima’s great at hugs; he can totally work with that. Clenching his eyes shut, he adjusts his grip around Bakugou’s waist so he can rub his back, following the bumps of his spine. Up and down, over and over. Bakugou goes boneless in their embrace, not about to let go anytime soon and neither will Kirishima.

Eventually, Kirishima tucks his head against Bakugou’s shoulder, blinking sleep from his eyes. Safe. He doesn’t fight the sharp-toothed smile on his lips. Bakugou mumbles, “Fucking sap”, nearly drowned out by their collective sniffling.

It sounds a whole lot like thank you. Kirishima’s smile only grows.

>>Chapter 5