#we're crying in this chillies tonight bois

[seyenna-stuff]

it is crying about aeduo time in discord tonight

for you the world

and

I'm glad I met you in this life

[loquaciousquark]

I posted 265 times in 2021

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#it is freaking amazing how polite they are in the emails requesting meetings when they 100% know why they failed and they 100% know it's

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E136 & 137 (May 11, 2021)

Good evening and good night, everyone! Tonight on Talks are Laura Bailey & Sam Riegel. I was seriously hoping for Travis after the oh-so-spooky ending to last week's episode, but we'll make do! Tonight, Sam joins us while exercising on his Peloton (apparently in a full workout program led by Peloton teacher Tunde(?)) in front of a green screen. Boy, this is gonna be a thing, huh?

We're not even to the first question and Sam has already been photoshopped into a carwash. Oh, brother.

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211 notes • Posted 2021-03-05 03:32:54 GMT

#3

Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E125 (Feb. 16, 2021)

Goooood evening good evening good evening, all! I hope you’re all staying warm and safe and dry in this chilly weather. Tonight’s guests: Travis Willingham and Laura Bailey. 

We open tonight with Travis ribbing Brian for his continuous remodel of his office space. Laura demands a second introduction of herself as she wasn’t paying attention during the first one.

Travis: “You’ve gotta love Julianne Moore. She’s the only actress who can cry and show you all her teeth at the same time.” I was listening pretty closely when he said this and I’m still not sure it had any context. 

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#2

we watched johnny mnemonic (keanu reeves, 1995) tonight at movie night because the movie takes place TODAY, JANUARY 17, 2021, and may i say that for a movie that is a quarter-century old it got a terrifying number of things right:

worldwide pandemic causing massive shutdowns

vast economic disparity between the corporate ultra-elite and the impoverished lo-techs

opens with a scene of virus protestors being beaten in a riot by cops (though the rioters were protesting not having treatment for the vaccine)

visor-based vr tech surprisingly analogous/accurate to today’s tech

keanu and jane (and society in general) are in the process of losing their minds due to the vast information overload constantly overwhelming the world (endless zoom meeting jokes)

dr spider says the pandemic is being caused by 5g information overload poisoning the airwaves

johnny has an entire scene where he stands atop a trash heap and rants to the universe about how he doesn’t WANT this terrible life, he wants freshly laundered shirts and cold mexican beer and room service in a hotel

things that the movie missed: 

vcrs still being the pre-eminent data storage mechanism

bionic dolphins extracting implanted data from our brains

they thought january 17 was a thursday

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[p0gue420]

🌼/Craziest sex story/🌼

(JohnB x Reader x Sarah Cameron)

Requested by : @angel45-pop

Summary:The pogues spend the night smoking and cracking jokes.Y/n shares a low key embarrassing story.

Pairing: Pogues x platonic!Reader,John B x Reader x Sarah Cameron(Poly relationship)

Warning:swearing,smoking;),smut,fluff

Word count:1815

A/n:This is my first time writing smut (sorry if it’s bad)but I enjoyed every minute of it;).Thank you,love for requesting this!My request are open everyone!

——-

“Okay,but hear me out..”

“If dogs don’t understand what we’re saying..then when we apologize...they don’t understand,like y’know?”

I stare out onto the water thinking about what to say next.

“Okay so think about it this way! The other day I got up to piss,and I didn’t know my dog was right beside the bed; I legitimately punted him across the room,I tried to apologize but I feel like he thought I got up just to kick the fuck outta him.”

JJ inhales the smoke from the thick blunt that restlessly settled between his index and thumb,staring and nodding along as if he wasn’t in another universe.

“Y’know?” I gesture toward the group hearing a few responses of “yea,totally.”and “for sure.”

JJ passes me the blunt almost dropping it causing me to giggle at his clumsy state.

I rest my Hand on John B’s thigh as he holds Sarah’s hand fondling with the bracelets on her wrist

“Oh,yeah.this shit hits good.” I whisper enjoying the feeling of smoke filling my lungs with a nice burn.

“Right?” JJ points toward the blunt smiling giddily at the four of us looking for agreements.

I lean into John B turning on my side after hitting the blunt a few times and passing it back.

I peck his lips smiling up at him as he wraps his arms around me tracing circles on my back.

“Hey wheres my kisses and cuddles?”Sarah pokes her lips out at me making me lean over John B to give her a kiss.

I grab her hand to lead her to the other side of me,she sits down and wraps her arms around me as well.John B kisses both of our heads happy to be in the presence of the two.

“Y/n,I thought you were grounded for that one thing?” Pope says.

“Oh yea,right,that one thing...I’m supposed to know what you’re talking about?”

“Oh my gosh,How do you forget-“

“Wait what’d you do?” JJ begins

“Shoups car.”

My eyes light up at the memory brought back into my mind,as I try and stifle my laughter.

“Ohhh,Okay. so it’s not even a big deal,..I spray painted Shoups police car ,in big red letters ‘fucc 12’.”

The group erupts into laughter at my rebellious actions

Kies laughing dies down as she looks at me smirking. “That still doesn’t explain how you got to come considering you’re grounded.” She manages to push out trying not to laugh thinking about what I did.

“My dad says if I came out tonight,then I would had to write an apology letter to Shoup himself.”

I roll my eyes at the thought of writing an apology I don’t even mean.

“Do you reg- “

“Not one bit”

I cut Sarah off quickly knowing what she’s going to ask.Sarah passes the blunt to me as it had been passed around a few times already through out the conversation.

I inhale enjoying the silence that is soon interrupted by my phone's notification.

My babys💍💕(gc)

JB🤤: My girls are looking beautiful tonight🤤🥵

I look up to Sarah and John B with a confused expression as to why he’s texting when we’re right here.He winks at me as Sarah giggles at the message.

“Woah,what’s goin on here love birds”JJ

“Guys why are you on your phones we’re trying to converse” Pope looks at us annoyed.

“Nothin,I ju-“

Another notification pops up bringing me to lift my phone to see the message.

My babys 💍💕

Sarah Pooh🐻🥵: I can’t stop thinking about all the dirty things I want to do to you guys right now;)

I could faintly hear the sound of what seems to be the five talking about how a T. rex would drink soup.

I place a blanket over the three of us as I begin to get a bit chilly being out on the HMS pogue during the cold night.

“Do you guys...think we’ll be friends when we’re adults?”

“I’m an adult.”JJ says matterfactly as if he’s not a high school student

“Ya don’t act like one.” Pope mutters out as JJ playfully glares at the boy.

“No I mean like,when we have kids,type adults.”

I ponder in thought at the deep question in hopes we will.

“You mean when WE,have kids.”

John B says making a circling gesture towards his two lovely girlfriends,that I happen to be one of.

The group makes fake gagging noises at the three of us as Sarah winks at me.

“I can’t stop thinking about all the dirty things I want to do to you guys right now”

I shivere at the thought of what would happen when we finally headed back to the chateau.

I squeeze my legs together as I begin to feel the pool of arousal between my thighs;The simple movement not going unnoticed by the girl and boy I couldn’t stop thinking about.

John B places his hand on my thigh,I look over to Sarah noticing she’s done the same to my other thigh.I get goosebumps at the simple contact of skin on skin.

I’m quickly brought out of my thoughts by JJ

“Tell em Y/n!”

“I’m sorry,what exactly am I telling them?”

“Never mind,So anyway,when we snuck in we thought we could get away with all the candy and drinks we had shoved in her duffel bag,but”

My train of thought was once again brought back to Sarah’s earlier words.John B's fingers tracing light figure 8’s on the inside of my thigh was certainly not helping at the moment.

I began to think about what had happened earlier that week.

——-

“Deeper!” I moaned directed towards John b as I tried to focus on Sarah’s dripping pussy above my face.I begin licking and sucking on her sensitive bud with my tongue

Sarah’s light moans bringing me towards my release.John B picks up the pace hitting my sensitive spot deep inside of me.

“You girls are doing so good.” John B manages to get out in between thrust;Only causing the two of us to moan louder in pleasure of the words dripping from the boys mouth.

“I’m gonna cum” Sarah says beginning to speed up the pace as she rides my face.

“Not yet pretty girl.” I get out as my legs begin to shake violently.I clench around John B’s length feeling the coil in my stomach grow tighter.

“Always so tight, aren’t you baby?” My lips are torn away from Sarah’s clit as I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips.

“Baby I can't hold on any longer” Sarah pants as she starts to violently buck her hips making my tongue slip into her dripping core.

“Cum beautiful” John B says as he kisses the girl that is near centimeters away.

“Me too.” I buck my hips in an upward motion meeting the boys thrust while bringing my lips back to the girls core.

Juices drip down my chin as Sarah finally cums all over my face moaning loudly as she rides out the rest of her high.

John B’s, what was once a steady rhythm,began thrusting sloppily.Sarah switches positions and begins kissing my neck leaving marks all over as she rubs my clit with her index and middle finger bringing me closer to the edge.

“Almost there.” John B speeds up his thrust as I scream out in pleasure finally reaching my high; Sarah still rubbing my clit.

My legs shake harder then they have before and tears brim my eyes as John B releases into me.

I began to shake and cry loudly at the immense pleasure.

John B pulls out and they both begin trying to calm me down.

“Hey hey,you’re okay.”

“We got you baby.”

They say as they sit up wrapping themselves in the sheets cuddling with me in the middle.

I soon calm down and control my breathing as I begin to giggle,the others join in asking what got me to the verge of tears.

“I don’t know,it was just such a good orgasm.then next thing I knew I had tears running down my face ” I say in between giggles.

———

“Craziest sex story,go!” JJ says to the group waiting to hear what we had to say.

“Popes a virgin.”I say as I’m brought out of thought by the sentence.resulting in Pope throwing his empty water bottle at me.

“Okay,so everyone else then.” JJ says just wanting to hear some crazy stories.

“This one time I ended up crying after I orgasmed cus it was just so good.”I say as I get up to grab JJ’s little red box so I could roll a new blunt.

Sarah and John B look at eachother knowingly trying to hide their smirks.

“Wait..you cried,like sobbing? Or just some little tears?”

“No like full blown sobbing,before he even pulled out.”

I glance over to John B as he winks at me, and Sarah giggles at my face.

“Bro,really,dude...You guys know we’re present,we can see your little gestures.”

Pope states disgusted as everyone else catches on to the fact it was the two before them that had done the amazing works of pleasuring me.

“What?!” I say laughing like a maniac at the fact we’d been caught.

“Grosssss!”

“I second that ‘gross’.”

“Way to go John B and Sarah!” JJ chuckles leaning forward to high five the two as they grin widely.

“I haven’t really had any weird experiences to be honest.” Kie states blankly as I light up the blunt I had previously rolled,inhaling and passing it to her.

“Yea me neither.” The rest state.

“Y’all are so boring,bro I swear to God I’m the only cool one here.” I roll my eyes playfully teasing the group as I attempt at dodging their glaring eyes.

“I’m kiddddddingggg.”I say in between laughs

———

I get off the boat helping Sarah and kie while letting the rest do whatever it is they were doing.

I begin walking back towards the door of the chateau but being stopped by Sarah pushing me up against a tree kissing and sucking lightly on my neck.

She trails up to my ear before whispering.

“Go tell the others were headed to bed.”

She lifts her head a few centimeters away from mine,pecking my lips and smacking my butt.

I walk over to The rest of the group on the dock whispering into John B’s ear before turning to the rest of the group.

“Hey guys sorry to bring the fun to an end but we're kinda tired, so the three of us are going to head to bed.”I wink at John B and grab his hand leading him toward the porch.

“Saw that!” Kie yells out giggling at our inability to be Subtle.

“Hey,Y/n!”

I turn around at the sound of JJs voice.

“Try not to cry this time!” He says trying not to laugh at his own little joke.

I flip him off hearing the rest of the group laughing

“You just mad I’m getting more pussy than you!” I yell out to the blonde boy.Before heading into the chateau with John B’s hand still in mine.

A/n:thank you to everyone that has made me feel comfortable enough to start writing and just supporting my fics❤️

[straydawg]

when the rain stopped.

summary: killua's tears are the rain that falls. (or, a short fic where killua can't live on with gon dead.)

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Rain was falling.

You didn't know what moved you to come so far out, only to lay with your back saturated against the cold concrete as the rain washed over your body.  It bruised your face with every shard of ice-like rain. There was something so violent, so excruciatingly heart-rending about the downpour. The sky was thundering in wails of misery. Raindrops surged from the sky, crashing into one another, plunging onto roofs and cars. They held no consideration for where they would land. They only poured down.

It had been like this for hours now.

Your hair was matted and soaked. You reached your hand up to the sky, feeling the pounding rain crush it. Tears, indistinguishable from the rain, streamed down the sides of your face and mingled with the rising puddle beneath you.  'Were those your tears? When had you begun crying?'

You could no longer see the sky above you, as the rain kept falling down with such fervent and passionate intensity you were forced to squeeze your eyes shut. There was no reason to cry or even be there at all, but you could feel the sky mourning.

No.

Someone was grieving.

This had to be a real person. This was desperation, heartbreak, and loss all in one.

A deep cry of thunder lamented around you, so deafening the buildings shook. Perhaps you would drown here- if you didn't die beneath the sheer pressure of the storm first.

Just what happened to cause a thunderstorm charged with this much grief?

The cries turned into whimpers, short bursts of lightning illuminating the black sky.

It was radiant.

With every fluoresce of lightning, you saw another's life flash before your eyes.

"Gon!" He shook the lifeless boy in front of him.

"No no no no NO! Please Gon," Killua screamed, holding Gon to his chest and rocking the both of them.

Tears splashed onto Gon's eyelids, but they weren't his.

"Idiot, wake up! You can't die here. You can't die yet."

"You're meeting your dad for breakfast tomorrow. Mito is planning for you to come back home in the summertime. You're just a kid...we're just kids..."

Killua clung onto him tighter with every word, but Gon fell limp in his arms. He clenched his fist into the dirt, shoving sharp debris underneath his fingernails.

Killua refused to believe it. The person he had spent years adventuring with, the one who had helped him see his worth, the one who had saved him. He couldn't be gone, just like that. No, Gon was not the type to give up, and he would never back down in a fight even if he were outmatched. He would always come out with a smile and a, "hey don't worry about me! We did it, didn't we?"

But not this time.

Killua's sweat was sticking to Gon as he tore himself away to gaze at his friend. The bright moonlight shined on Gon's face, wet with Killua's tears. It was too bright for a night like tonight. He smudged the dirt off the boy's cheeks.

"Gon. Please wake up. D-Don't be so selfish. I.. you're the most precious thing to me. You're my dearest friend. The world.. it can't turn if you aren't there." He sniffed.

A tear escaped from the corner of Gon's eye.

"K..K.."

"Gon!"

"Killua.. thank you..." Gon coughed, cracking open his eyes. "From the day I met you and everyday I've been alive since...I knew I'd never find someone else like you. You made me li-"

Killua couldn't hold back the hailstorm of sobs that wracked his body as he heard Gon's words. He was still alive. He wouldn't let him die.

"Gon, don't talk like this is the end! I'm going to save you," he began scooping up Gon's body, ready to take him somewhere- anywhere that wasn't there.

"Let me finish. I want to hold onto this last moment...with you. Please."

Killua reluctantly set him back down on the dirt, laying him gently against a wall. He never let go of his hand, in fear that Gon would fade away from him in front of his very eyes.

"You made my life worth it. Ging said.. He said to enjoy the little detours in life because those are the moments you treasure the most. You never were just a detour, Killua. You became my purpose," Gon's eyes glistened. His light was fading fast.

Those few words were apparently too much for him, as it sent him into a violent fit of coughing. There was blood oozing out from his mouth. Killua quickly wiped off the redness with his fingers and grabbed onto his friend again.

He held Gon's forehead to his.

"Don't leave me."

No response.

Killua felt an exhale of breath touch his face. He didn't dare move.

After a few moments had passed, Killua found the strength to lay Gon onto the ground, and place his own longsleeve shirt over the boy for warmth.

Gon only wore a tank top. He'd be chilly without it.

Taking some steps back, Killua stared at the boy laying on the floor. Gon looked like he had shrunk, so weak and devoid of life.

There was nothing left in Killua, but a throbbing pain and emptiness.

Falling to his knees, he let out a series of gut-wrenching screams. His sobs filled the night just as much as the stars in the sky did. He beat the floor until his hands were bloodied and mangled, unleashing strikes of lightning to the earth with every devastating blow. Hopefully, the lightning would ruin him too.

What even was the point anymore? There was no longer any light left to illuminate the dark.

Once Killua had bled himself dry of all tears and every emotion there was, he weakly looked upon Gon's form.

Hadn't he said that the world would not turn if Gon wasn't there? But why was it still going? Why was he the only one suffering this cruel loss? Why were there people who were going about their lives right at this very moment, not knowing Gon had just died?

His world could not go on without Gon, smiling him on. Pushing him on. So— he had made his decision.

Memories of all their priceless times together played in Killua's mind like a movie, as if he were experiencing each one of them again for the first time.

The time they first met—

Gon hadn't even questioned Killua's line of work. He had become his first ever friend without a second thought. No one had ever put that much faith in him before.

The time Gon brought him to Whale Island—

Killua had been shocked at Mito's generous hospitality. He had learned what a real home was like, and Gon had asked him to continue travelling with him. It made him feel special, although he had never admitted it out loud before.

The time they began Greed Island together—

He never did tell Gon the real reason he followed him there. It wasn't just to find his dad. Maybe he was embarrassed, or scared too, but the truth was obvious. He loved Gon. That's why he stayed.

The time he saw Gon lying in that stupid hospital bed—

Killua wasn't sure if he felt hurt, angry or betrayed, but the one thing he knew is that he was being torn apart. He was breaking to pieces seeing Gon dying slowly in front of him. He swore he would save him, and he did.

But he couldn't save him today.

Sitting up a little straighter, Killua took a deep breath. Turning his nen against himself, he sent the electricity force of 900,000 volts straight to his heart. Enough to kill a tortured assassin like himself.

Killua fell to the ground next to Gon, and shakily reached for his hand. Once he had made contact, he sighed and closed his eyes.

He hoped and prayed that this would count as Lover's Suicide. Maybe, if the universe cared at all, and if some force out there pitied these tormented children enough— they could have a chance at life together. Souls forever intertwined in the afterlife.

Then the rain stopped.

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❝ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴀꜱ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ɪᴛꜱ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ

ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ɪꜱ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟʟʏ

ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ

ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴜɴᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ ᴏʀ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴏɴ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄ��ʟᴅ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴀʟʟ

ꜰʀᴇᴇᴢᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ

ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ

ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ

ᴛᴡᴏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏʀɴ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ

ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ❞

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author's notes: hello! i'm new to tumblr and hoping to improve my writing here and make new friends! :) this blog will be multifandom, (bsd, hxh, aot, etc.)

requests are open!

[imagine-mr-markus]

Birthday Candles

I had to write sumn for my fave Dad on his birthday, but i got a teeeensy bit distracted watching Hellbenders so its a leedol late, sorry! But yes, here we have some tasty tasty fluff of my boys in honour of The Birthday. And not an all an apology for the fact that the next two I’m working on are just Angst of my Cyberlife Boys, absolutely not

Hank Anderson, at the ripe age of 53 and 364 days, fucking hated birthdays. Hated the smell of cake and frosting and the cheerful wishes of others. What he hated most about them, however, was the birthday candles. The smell of them, the sight of them, even the fucking mention of them was enough to sour his mood beyond recognition, no matter how good it had been before. It hadn't always been like that; in fact, it had only been like that for two years and three hundred and twenty-nine days. Twenty-five thousand, four hundred and sixteen hours. One million, five hundred and twenty-four thousand, nine hundred and sixty seconds. The calculations flash irritatingly behind his eyes like they always have, and he shakes his head as his mood dips. He knows exactly why he hates those brightly coloured little sticks of wax so vehemently.

 They'd been Cole’s favourite.

 It had been a kinda stupid tradition his own mother had started when he was a kid to wake him up at exactly midnight on his birthday with a cake. There would always be another cake later, one for the party and the guests, but at midnight, when the world was quiet and the lights were out, it was just for the two of them to sit and eat a slice after he'd eagerly blown out the candles. Melissa had thought it was the cutest shit to grace this earth and had insisted on carrying on the tradition after they started dating, and he could easily admit that it was appreciated. It'd been part of what kept them together in the long stretch of time when they'd nearly fallen apart after pregnancy test after pregnancy test came back negative. But no matter how bad the fight, every birthday was ushered in with birthday candles and cake at midnight. It had only gotten better after Cole was born, the joy of the new baby and their much firmer foundation on marriage making for a much more relaxed morning. As soon as Cole had seen birthday candles, he’d been enraptured in the way only a child could be, and the new tradition that Cole always helped blow out the candles was born. For a solid portion of his life, Hank’s favourite smell in the world was the smell of the sweet smoke from the vibrant little pillars of wax.

 But not anymore. Not for one thousand and fifty-nine days.

 In the time Connor had been living with him, two hundred and ninety-eight days, his brain helpfully supplies, he's gotten much better at dealing with problems without the use of alcohol. In fact, he hasn't had anything stronger than a beer in months. But tonight, tonight the bar looks more tempting than he'd ever care to admit. He tilts his head slightly as he eyes his keys, fingers itching to make a break for it before Connor gets home. He could do it. Could grab his keys and be out the door. Connor would be disappointed, but he'd understand. Connor was good like that. He could-

The sound of the door startles him out of his reverie, the excited tapping of big paws on the floor following soon after.

 “We're home!”

 Hank turns away from his keys abruptly, mustering a smile as he looks towards the Android stood in the doorway.

 “Hey, Connor. How was your walk?”

 The kid offers him a smile before he bends to undo Sumo’s leash.

 “It was good! It's getting chilly out, but the leaves are starting to change! I like the orange ones best.”

 Some of Hank’s misery eases at Connor’s easy enthusiasm, and his smile is more genuine.

 “That's good. I like the orange ones too.”

 He pauses a moment to gather himself, mentally flipping the bird at his cravings for booze before continuing.

 “So, whaddaya want for dinner?”

 Connor doesn't need to eat, but after the revolution Kamski whipped up some fancy ass robotics that allows him to if he wants. It's nice to sit and eat with somebody again, even if the kid is way too addicted to coffee now that he can taste it. Connor tilts his head as he moves towards the kitchen, an easy grin pulling at his mouth.

 “Can we get Chinese?”

 Hank shakes his head fondly at the kid. Another one of his favourites was Chinese takeaway, and they'd eaten it with fair regularity. Although, Hank is kinda grateful. The kid’s been trying to learn to cook, but his skills aren't…. incredibly tasty as he insists on doing it ‘the human way’. The familiarity of it all helps ease the weight on his lungs, helps pull some of the itch from his fingertips.

 “Yeah, Con. We can get Chinese.”

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 “Hank, wake up!”

 His eyes snap open at the sound of Connor’s voice, hand going for his gun as he searches for what made the kid wake him.

 “What is it? What's wrong?”

 “Nothing. Happy birthday!”

 He looks at Connor properly, taking in the sight of the kid grinning at him excitedly from beside his bed. He's dressed in Hank’s old clothes, a hoodie too big even for him swallowing the Android whole and pair of ratty flannel pants from Hank’s much younger days hanging off his frame. He's got flour down his front and a streak of bright blue frosting on his forehead, LED shining a bright, contented blue at his temple as his eyes sparkle with excitement in a warm, flickering light. And before he even looks down at what he's holding, Hank knows it's cake adorned with candles. He can smell it, the sugary sweetness clinging to the back of his throat and the scent of melting wax in his nose. A sharp pang of something ugly strikes at his chest, a deep hurt pulsing behind his ribs and a flare of an irrational fury between his lungs. He can feel his face twist with it, and he sees Connor’s expression fall as his LED spins yellow.

 “Did…. did I do something wrong? I thought this is what family did on birthdays.”

 The kid looks heartbroken at the thought that he fucked up, doe eyes falling to look at the cake as his mouth turns down like he's about to cry. The expression pulls at that softness in him he had kept buried for so long, the gentle instinct to comfort and console. It was an instinct he'd always had; part of the reason people had been surprised he'd taken the promotions from beat cop upwards when he was one of the few cops who could handle kids well. It was where he'd gotten the idea for kids of his own, and that feeling had only grown exponentially once he did have a kid. Melissa had been a great mother, but it had always been Hank who would roll out of bed whenever Cole cried in the night, and Cole had very clearly been Daddy’s Boy. Melissa used to joke that if they ever had another she had dibs, but the fact remains that Hank has always been better with kids because he's a fucking bleeding heart who can never turn down a crying child. And he may logically know that Connor is not a child, but that doesn't change the fact that with his lower lip stuck out slightly and his big brown eyes ready to fill with tears at any moment and drowning in clothes too big for him, he sure as hell looks like a little boy that's been scolded. And that sets off that tender heart of his hard enough he grimaces before what Melissa used to call the “Dad Spirit” switches on. His tone gentles out of reflex, and he adjusts himself on the bed to sit up properly as he sighs slightly. He softens his shoulders, looking at Connor earnestly with forgiveness and apology in his gaze.

 “No, Connor, you didn't do anything wrong. I was upset, but not at you, alright?”

 Connor blinks up at him hopefully.

 “Really?”

 Hank can't help the little curl of his mouth at Connor’s question, nodding a little. He's bracing himself for what comes next, but for just a second, it's alright.

 “Really, kid. Now c’mere, lemme see it.”

 As quick as it had gone, that unbridled excitement is shining out of the kid’s every goddamn pore as he eagerly presents the cake. Finally, Hank forced himself to look at it, and he nearly loses his goddamn mind right then and there. It's ugly, there's no getting around it, but endearingly so in that way that screams of love poured into the batter. The cake is uneven and lopsided, and smothered liberally in baby blue frosting. There are candles neatly sunk into it, and Hank knows without a doubt there are fifty-four of them arranged precisely in concentric circles. And there, in the middle, spelled out in neat lettering that he can recognise as Connor’s own personal font (though the frosting is wobbly and has been badly fixed) are the words “Happy Birthday, Dad!”. A shaky smiley face has been added beneath, and its obscenely cute. There's suddenly something in Hank’s throat. Connor has never called him Dad before, and it makes his own mouth wobble treacherously. He coughs a little before speaking, ignoring how thick his voice is.

 “You make this yourself? I thought you didn't have any cooking protocols.”

 Connor looks almost ridiculously proud of himself as he nods excitedly

 “I did! I was tempted to download necessary coding, but I wanted to do it like a human, so I followed the recipe in the cookbook above the refrigerator! This one was labelled as your favourite!”

 His mother’s cookbook. He hadn't touched it in years, and the only time Melissa had ever gone near it was for that specific recipe. The last time he'd used it, he'd been making Cole’s cake. Connor had found it, he'd made him his mother’s birthday cake, and Hank isn't crying, he isn't goddamnit-

 “Hank? Are you alright?”

 He clears his throat again and scrubs a hand over his face to wipe away any damning evidence.

 “Yeah, Con. I'm alright, just got something in my eyes. C’mon, the candles are starting to drip onto the cake.”

 He crosses his legs so there's room on the bed, and Connor moves easily to perch in front of him. It takes a second of him considering his own legs with a yellow LED before he crosses them like Hank’s, a pleased little grin turning his mouth. You wouldn't know it if you only saw him at work, but the kid was gangly and faintly awkward when it came to anything related to sitting. It had taken months for Hank to break his habit of sitting ramrod straight with his knees together and hands on his thighs. Now the kid would sprawl all over the couch, but he was still like a pubescent boy learning how to use his own limbs and how to arrange them, almost like a fawn learning to walk. It shouldn't have been as adorable as it was, but Hank has given up on trying to deny how fond he is of the kid. He shakes his head as Connor sets the cake down on the bedspread, and he stares at the cake for a long moment with a strange mixture of joy and grief and fondness and sadness in his chest like a bruise. He lets out a slow breath and looks up at Connor with a smile.

 “Well? Are you gonna sing to me or not?”

 Connor brightens and nods, but a brief show of yellow spins at his temple before he turns his head.

 “Sumo! Come here!”

 There’s a quiet boof from the living room before big paws thud towards the room, and the shaggy dog trots into the room to sit beside Connor expectantly. The kid gives the dog a fond pat before turning back towards Hank. His smile widens as he takes a deep breath, something he doesn't technically need, before he starts to sing, and Sumo awoos quietly with him in an odd harmony.

 “Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday dear da-ad

Happy birthday to you!”

 Ok, Hank is crying. He’ll admit it. It's one thing to see it written out in the cake, it's another to actually hear Connor call him Dad. And while it's not a surprise, he's thought of Connor as family for a while now, it brings a painful lump to his throat and a feeling filling his chest to hear someone refer to him as Dad and mean it. It's a feeling he hasn't had in one thousand and sixty days, and he had missed it dearly. He scrubs at his eyes again, sniffling a little.

 “C'mere, kid. Help me blow out the candles.”

 Connor gives him a brilliant grin and scrambles to sit next to him, carefully manoeuvring around the cake. He picks it up to settle it on their knees, Hank’s right knee supporting the left side of the plate and Connor’s left supporting the right.

 “Ready, kid?”

 “Ready, dad!”

 That feeling clogs his throat again for a second before he offers Connor a nod. He bends closer to the cake, and Connor follows suit as they inhale. He blows out a good chunk of them, and Connor catches the rest with ease before laughing a little. It's not exactly a new sound, but Hank feels downright fucking blessed to hear it if he's honest with himself. Connor doesn't laugh too often, not outside the house, and it still feels special to hear the kid be so human. He's still fucking crying, but they’re good tears. Cathartic is the word, he thinks. A fork is offered to him, and he takes it gratefully. The hurt weighing on him hasn't gone away, he doesn’t think it ever will, but it's shifted, moved some, become lighter, and he rolls his shoulders back slightly as he sits up a little straighter. He's moving to take a bit of the cake when Connor gasps beside him, and he turns with a raised eyebrow.

 “What is it?”

 “I almost forgot!”

 The kid plunges his hand into his pocket, pulling out a very familiar, very worn old Polaroid camera. Hank blinks at it, taken aback. He hadn't known he'd still had that around the house.

 “The fuck you find that thing?”

 Connor beams at him.

 “In the boxes in the garage, along with the photo albums! They were shoved in the back, but I found them while I was cleaning over the summer. It's where I got the idea to make you cake!”

 There's that funny rolling in his stomach again, like overwhelming happiness and sadness mixing like oil and water in a shaking bottle. But it's… it's good. Like the tears. Cathartic. He nods, gesturing with the fork.

 “Alright, well let's get this show on the road. I wanna eat my cake.”

 Connor laughs again, and Hank grins at him as he slings his own arm over the kid’s shoulder to bring him closer as he raised the camera.

 “Sumo! Come get in the photo!”

 The dog bounds easily up onto the bed, big head bumping at Connor’s forehead as he sniffles at the frosting there. Hank chuckles and shakes his head as he looks at the camera, making sure the text on the cake is visible as Connor presses the button. The flash is temporarily blinding, but he blinks it away as the camera spits out the sheet of thick film. Hank doesn't shake it like his mother used to, he knows better than that. He wants this one pristine if he can help it, especially because he's going to want copies of this shit. Eventually, maybe soon, maybe not, he'll stick it in the photo albums Connor found. The ones he hasn't had the guts to look at for years. But maybe…. maybe with Connor sitting next to him, he can focus on the good times as he tells him the stories about the photos. The kid is still pressed firmly into his side from Hank’s arm around his shoulders, and it's a good feeling, to sit beside someone. No, not just someone. His son. He knows Cole is never coming back, his little boy is gone, but maybe someday he'll see him again. And with any luck, he'll get to introduce him to his older brother.  Well, younger brother? It's a comforting, if slightly confusing thought, and Hank grins as he transfers his fork to his other hand so he can keep Connor close while he digs into his birthday cake. The photo develops a little while later, and Hank loves it. You can see that he's been crying, but his smile is easy, and Connor has his nose scrunched up as Sumo licks his forehead, and the cake looks even uglier in the flash from the camera and it's absolutely perfect. He’s gonna need a copy for his wallet AND his desk, goddamnit, and he might even feel brave enough to put one of his pictures of Cole beside it. It's only right that both of his boys be present, really.

 The smell of sweet candle smoke is heavy in the air, and he breathes it in. He can see Cole as he was the last time they celebrated together, green eyes sparkling and one of his front teeth missing from his broad smile as he shouted in the dark.

 “Happy birthday, dad!”

 Connor’s voice comes from beside him, and he turns to look at the kid as he smiles.

 “Happy birthday, dad.”

 He leans against Connor slightly, squeezing him gently.

 “Thanks, son. I'm glad you decided to celebrate with me.”

 And he means it.

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 At the age of fifty-four years and one hour, Hank Anderson loves birthdays. He loves the birthday cake that's lopsided and the too thick layer of frosting and the cheerful wishes of the Android beside him. And most of all, he loves his favourite scent in the world.

 Birthday candles.

[xgryffinwhore]

Young Sirius Black x Reader!!

Stolen Star

summary: You and Sirius have been best friends for a while, but what happens when he gets sick of burrying his feelings for you?

warnings : fluff, liiiiight smut, i may have spelt words wrong?

This was a regular evening you spent with your friends in the chilly Gryffindor common room, late November, gathered by the fire and goofing around as you all had done for years previously. It was your 6th year, finally. As the night rolled by, the laughter became more contagious, and smiles widened to what witty thing James was going to say next. Remus and Peter sitting on the floor laughing at him. Lily hiding her face, embarrassed of her choice of a man. And you and Sirius. Like always, together.

You and had grown up a few houses down from James, so entering Hogwarts wasn't lonely. He made friends quickly, but you didn't. You were very independent, that’s why most people found you intimidating. But James understood that and introduced you to the infamous marauders, who became your family faster than anyone imagined. The entire group was inseparable; you, Lily, James, Peter, Remus, and Sirius went everywhere together. But you and Sirius moved as one. But you and Sirius, you moved as one. From the moment he met you, he knew you were going to be important to his life.

You were sitting with James during dinner, it was the first night of Holiday break after exams, and your parents went to Ireland to go visit a sick fired, so you were forced to stay at school. James' parents learned fast that having James at school as much as possible was most beneficial to their stress levels, so he was also spending holiday break at school. You were eating your pudding, laughing at James’s fail of a paper snowflake when a small lanky boy with messy black hair sat across from the both of you. You looked up immediately, his grey eyes we're playful and guilty (of what, we do not know) and had was looking rather mischievously at James when you caught his eye. ”Mate” he threw a pea at James’s temple ”Whos that?” he side-eyed you. Are you joking? You were right there. ”Are you serious right now?” He snickered ”Yeah, yeah I am, Who are you?” Then you remembered. It’s Sirius Black, he pantsed a 5th year and got hung up on a flag pole. You’ve heard things about him; absolutely not one thing good. You smirked lightly and said ”I could tell you..” you trailed off and loaded for a spoon with pudding. ”Or, I could just” and you wanted the gushy chocolatey mess directly onto his cheek. James boomed milk out of his nose and hit the table laughing uncontrollably. You got up and walked away, hearing a distraught yet entertained Sirius equal ”Oui I like her, she's got spice!” All break, Sirius bothered you, trying to get to know you better. You eventually gave in.

And now here you are, years later and closer then magnets. Your personalities complimented each other, and you absolutely adored each other. Of course, you thought of Sirius as more than a friend, the sexual tension between you two was astronomical, but you knew he thought of you as a sister. As the night went on, Sirius’s arm never left your shoulder. This hand always found its way to your knee. And he was constantly looking back at you, to see your reaction to things he and his idiot friends were doing. It was late, you were tired ”Lils, I'm going to bed, come with?” you gestured at lily with your fingers, she grabbed them and you both waved goodbye to the boys. Giving them hugs and goodnight messages. ”Night Sirius, ill see you tomorrow.” He smiled at you and kissed your hand ”Goodbye doll, I'll be seeing you bright and early tomorrow, saving your seat.” And with a wink, you were up the stairs in bed, sleeping soundly after a long lovely night with the people you love.

*Sirius POV*

There she goes, the girl with the perfect wink, the perfect smile, the perfect shoulder to rest on, the perfect everything. Sirius had it for you bad, for years now, how could he not. All his mates knew, the people who saw you knew, and the ones who didn't, wouldn't take long to figure it out. He was going to tell you that night, he swore. After your foot disappeared from the stairs, the other three boys gave him quite the nag. ”I recall some cocky bastard declaring he was going to confess to a certain Y/n how he felt tonight, hm?” James poked at your rib. ”Yeah pads, it's killing us, and I bet it's killing her,” Remus said roughly. Remus and James passed an upset Sirius, bumping their shoulders with his and heading up their dorm. Peter followed quickly, giving Sirius an empathetic look. Sirius stood there for a minute, thinking how stupid he was, Y/n is a perfect girl, if she doesn't like him she doesn't like him and that's that. But it's killing him and everyone around them to see they're flirting goes unsolved. He knew what he had to do.

*back to reader*

You some up late the next morning, around 10. You missed breakfast, and Lily was sitting on your bed, looking at you and beamed when your eyes opened. ”Good morning Y/n, Sirius is waiting for you down in the common room, had said rake your time.” You rubbed your eyes and waved her off. You out on one of your casual skirts and your usual Sunday jumper, Y/f/c of course, it brought out your eyes. You pulled back your hair in a messy low bun, leaving strands out to frame your face. You skip down the stairs to see Sirius waiting on the couch. You tap his shoulder and are greeted with a bright smile. “Lauren” he grins standing up and picking you up, throwing your body over his shoulder and out of the portrait hole. “Sirius!? Where are you taking me” you begin picking his back and kicking. “Love, it would be so much easier if you just trusted me and waited” he patted your bum and you hit his spine. He set you took you up the astronomy tower. “So you mean to tell me you got me out of bed and carried me like a sack of potatoes, to a tower to be used during the night, in the afternoon?” You liked at him confused; “Y/n can’t I just have no excuse to hang out with you? is it that big of a deal that I just wanted hang out” he turned away sounding annoyed. You walked up slowly and put your hand on his shoulder and turned him around “Sirius is there something wrong? I’m sorry, we hang out all the time I just didn’t know why you brought me here” she looked at him, in a way that made his heart wrench. He took her hand in his and with the other brushed the strands from her face “Y/n” he looked into your soul with those grey eyes “I need you to close your eyes for my love, trust me?” you did, blindly. Closing your eyes was intimidating, the second your eyes shut, your heartbeat sped up, and you knew he could hear it. you felt his face grace your jawline and baby hairs and suddenly, soft lips were on yours. you were breathless for a second, so was he. this was it. you wrapped your arms around his neck and back and parted your lips inviting him in. he took the opportunity with a low groan from the back of his throat. his hands hastily roamed your waste and hips, bring them closer to his core. His tongue darted in and out of your mouth, teasing you. His right hand began roaming the front of you, but stopped under your breast and tremored back down to your stomach. you broke the kiss to move his hand back up to cup your breast ”you can do that you know” you blushed. He looked down in amazement then back into your y/e/c eyes ”doll, I’m in love with you.” “Sirius, I love you” you whispered, that set him off. he picked you up by your thighs and drove you up the stone wall, holding you up and kissing you monstrously. you but your fingers in his hair and pulled it. Sirius let out a weak moan as he began creating friction between your womanhood and his member. you could feel his heat, and you were sure he could feel yours. you pulled his hair harder, rolling your hips into his, creating a sloppy, moaning mess. you’d never had sex, but you were ready for him. you’d been ready for him. you began taking off your shirt, but to your surprise, he set you down. you looked up at him in shock and confusion, but before you could question him he put his index finger in front of your mouth and smiled “there’s no rush Y/n, I’m taking my time with you.” You spent The remainder of the day up in the astronomy tower, sharing stories of how you almost told each other of your true feelings, and the memories you shared that were romantic, and every thought or feeling that you’ve ever had with each other. you were in the middle of kissing, Again (why wouldn’t you be its mother trucking Sirius black) when you heard to victory giggles from the stairwell. “ FINALLY! HALLELUJAH!” James cry it out, well Remus stayed by his side looking giddy. James walked over to Sirius and punched him in the shoulder “ Atta boy, knew you’d do it, you too need a good snogging” Remus came over and pulled James away and began ushering him down the stairs.