#[ I'M GONNA ADD TO THIS WHEN MORE OCCURS TO ME ]

[xiaolindude]

okay it’s time to ✨manifest✨ a GOOD xiaolin showdown reboot

it’s targeted at an older demographic, more young teens rather than kids - think sort of like OG teen titans vibes

with this comes more mature themes, and their challenges and traumas and all that jazz are explored a lot more deeply than they were in xs (i.e. rai having been possessed multiple times??? let’s explore how that fucks him up)

there are musical numbers and let’s have alan menken write them, why not

rai muttering stuff in portuguese. rai sometimes forgetting the english for stuff. just... bilingual rai, gimme

rai gets to stay the leader and shoku warrior, boy earned that

kimiko and clay get complex storylines and lots of character growth and it’s wonderful

another female monk??? and/or jermaine??? pls??

jack is a decent villain in his own right and not just comic relief like he was reduced to in s3

more of dojo protecting his kiddos, i live for it

WUYA IS THE BIG BAD, AS SHE SHOULD’VE BEEN THE ENTIRE TIME. FORGET CHASE FANCY-PANTS-LAME-ASS YOUNG. WUYA.  W U Y A 

we see little ‘slice of life’ monk moments to solidify their relationships. little things about them living together, growing together. clay growing facial hair, rai being jealous bc he doesn’t have any yet and he wants to be Manly(TM)

[luviemax]

Could you do fic for Fernando Alonso with wife pregnant!reader where she's got Brixton Hicks and he'd worried about her but she still accompanied him to the race and then her labor kick in? His team took care of her and call the medic and calm him down during the race because he got panic and excited. Later he quickly got to the hospital and still witness his child(s) birth. I don't know if it make sense. (He's at Aston Martin) Add something you'd like. Tag me later! Thanks! :))

oopsie daisy!- oneshot

a/n: lol this is gonna be so goofy in the best way possible ||@pear-1206||

warnings: very possibly inaccurate portrayals of pregnancy, i'm just a girl!!!!!!!

-> fernando alonso x pregnant!reader, no physical descriptions of reader besides pregnancy.. duh!

word count: 512 words

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The Spain Grand Prix was a momentous and historic race, especially for 2 time world champion, Fernando Alonso, considering the fact that it was his home Grand Prix.

This year's Barcelona Gran Prix was made even more special considering the fact that his first child was on the way. He had gotten his mother, father and you paddock passes to be in the garage for the race. The day was going to be perfect. In Fernando's book, at least.

You, on the other hand, were struggling. It was nearly a week past your due date, and your baby didn't seem to be happy about it either. For the last month, you had been struggling with Braxton Hicks during the last few months of your pregnancy.

It was a calculated risk for you to attend the Grand Prix, but you'd been given the green light by your doctor, and you also wanted to support Fernando, so, yeah. Your luck couldn't possibly be poor enough for you to go into labour at your husband's home Grand Prix... right?

The Barcelona weather was sweltering and warm on the day of the Grand Prix, however, much to your relief, you were granted the chilly air of the air conditioning from the inside of the paddock. You were still able to watch the race from a platform, not only from the TV, but also from window peering above the track.

Everything seemed to be fine, until 3 quarters through the race. It was around lap 40 when you felt a warm gush of water in between your legs.

"Ana?" You call out for your mother-in-law. "Yes, mi amor?" She replies, half distracted by the race. "I think the baby is coming." You cringe and brace your arms around your stomach. "Ay dios mío!" Ana exclaims, guiding you towards the exit of the paddock. Her loud exclamation begins to raise eyebrows across the paddock, and when the crew of the Aston Martin team begin to notice the commotion that's occurring, they immediately step away from their work and rush over to assist you.

It's the final and 66th lap of the Grand Prix when Chris, Fernando's right hand man and race engineer, begins to speak over the radio. Fernando's had a good race, currently holding a 20 second lead over the second driver.

"Fernando, now that your position is secure, I have a surprise for you when you finish the race." Chris speaks from the pit-wall, a cheeky grin on his face. "Ah, that's never good." Fernando laughs over the radio as he passes over the finish line and takes the first victory for the Aston Martin team. "I think you might like this one."

Everyone notices how Fernando is absent from the podium.

It's really abnormal for the champion of the race to be gone from the podium, but nevertheless, the drivers don't really ask questions as they've been told that he had to handle an urgent personal matter.

Little do they know, Fernando is on the way to the hospital to accompany you in giving birth.

[p1utofairy]

PAC: “good karma my aesthetic. keep my conscience clear, that's why i’m so magnetic.” 🩰🍥🫧🪷

• what do you need to hear right now?

disclaimer ✩: take what resonates, leave what doesn't. i really appreciate y’all sm <3 for the patience, the love, the feedback and support. y’all are the greatest ever. i’m open to pac suggestions as well, so don’t hesitate to slide in my ask box! xoxo.

pile 1 ☂️ —

heyyy pile 1 ⭐️ what you need to hear right now is: release. relax and let go of any unhealthy attachments you may have to a certain person, place, idea or thing. i think you've been holding onto someone/something or the idea of what it could be/could’ve been. i pick up a feeling of yearning. you’ve been wanting something to work out in your favor, so you’ve been holding out…waiting to see if this situation will turn out how you anticipate. big 3 of wands energy. you’ve been waiting awhile now (i’m hearing weeks for some, months for others) for a clear answer. i think the more you wait around and stall things, the less likely things will go into motion. don’t chase, attract. remember that things will flow naturally to you and it’ll always work out in your favor no matter what — when one door shuts, several more will open. don’t put a time frame on it, you’ll get your answer/wish/clarity when you least expect. keep focusing on yourself and what you’re currently doing! whether that be going to school, work, the gym, studying, spending time with friends, etc. there’s a certain area in your life that you greatly want change to occur in, i’m heavily picking up for some that this is in regards to your love life, and again — i keep hearing that things will unfold in your favor when you least expect. very soon. you’re on the brink of something great, just don’t overthink it. relax, take a breath and just BE. your guides will handle the rest. love, prosperity and abundance are on the way to you. it just may not appear in the way you envision, which doesn’t mean it won’t happen at all. think about it this way, you might fantasize about coming across your dream person while you’re in a bookstore (on some ‘harry met sally’ type shit lol) so every time you go into a bookstore you’re kinda anticipating that to happen, but let’s say your busy at work or you’re frantically trying to prioritize doing your school work and studying and out of nowhere you look up and make eye contact with this person you’ve never seen before but you can feel the ✨vibe✨ like WHOA that’s…my person. i just see you being in your element when you meet this person pile 1, your mind will not be preoccupied/you will not have any precognitive thoughts — your person will just reveal themselves to you out of the blue. okay i feel like i’m getting carried away lol but everything’s gonna work out even better than you imagined pile 1 💗 trust that.

other channeled messages:

don't settle for less, pink + white by frank ocean, strawberry milkshake, chemtrails over the country club by lana del rey, leo sun, cancer moon, vedic astrology

pile 2 🦢 —

what's goodddd pile 2! i feel like you're in your self-love/healing era. you just bounced back from something and you did it with such resilience, ease and grace might i add. i'm hearing church girl by beyoncé, “i'm gonna love on me, nobody can judge me but me! i was born free.” okayyyyyy pile 2 i love this for y'all. i think some of you are really working on strengthening your throat chakra by speaking up for yourself and setting boundaries. just saw a meme that said “how i reclaimed the word ‘cunt’ by being one” OH WOW WOW WOW. i think you’re just over a lot of people and their bullshit, you may have just gotten out of a relationship, had a friendship breakup or recently left a job. good for you 💗whichever situation applies to you, i know it was draining and heavy on your shoulders. you finally feel like a weight has been lifted and you can spread your wings and be free. idk why i’m hearing some of you might be listening to a lot of lana del rey lately? (random but REAL af lol) i love that you know yourself at the core pile 2, you can’t fake it…if somethings not pleasing you or it’s not in your best interest, you know how to walk away and find something better. you don’t even know it, but you're inspiring to a lot of people. i think what you need to hear is: keep being your true authentic self. never forget where you came from and who helped you along the way, because i see that you have a big, bright and successful future ahead of you pile 2. you’re gonna be a star. “the diamond in the rough” from aladdin is what i’m hearing. you’ve got the wit, talent and empathy to get where you need to be in life. i wish you nothing but happiness and success pile 222 ♾️

other channeled messages:

hurricane by bridgit mendler, switch a n**** out by summer walker, olivia pope, sagittarius rising, cancer moon, pisces energy, save your tears remix by the weeknd & ariana grande, on my shoulders by sabrina claudio, red dress

pile 3 💵 —

hi pile 3 🤗 i’m getting rich vibes from y’all already lmfao, even if you aren’t (yet) there’s this energy of being very well-kept and liking the nicer things in life. you love you some good ol’ retail therapy. the message you need to hear right now is: spend your money wisely. i think you need to budget/save a bit more pile 3, you can sometimes go a bit overboard and indulge in the latest clothes, upscale restaurants or beauty products. you like nice things!!! there’s nothing wrong with that at all, you just need to make sure you’re prioritizing and balancing your earnings. some of you that picked this pile have very young energy lol like i can see you chilling at like 12am scrolling on youtube/tiktok and ooo’ing and aaa’ing at so many different product reviews and adding shit to your cart. some of you are tempted to buy stuff from the tiktok shop too lolll that was so oddly specific but i also feel like you've been big on protecting your peace lately. kickin’ back by mila j is coming to mind, “i’m kickin' back and i’m lightin' up doin' what the fuck i want. just rolled a wood, i’m feelin' good. just me, myself and this blunt.” i know das rightttt pile 3 🤭 you know your worth and you’re not settling for less than anything that you deserve — i love this.

other channeled messages:

luxurious by gwen stefani, need to know by doja cat, i just had an epiphany i need to go to tiffany’s, fenty gloss bomb, chanel chance, scorpio moon, catching flights not feelings

[dreamofbecoming]

more stobin nonsense from your resident trash goblin. feat. shitty harrington parents, lavender marriage, full party found family shenanigans, steddie flirting, steve&will bonding, and a severe lack of dialogue tags

rating: t wc: 5k ao3

“I knew it!”

Steve sighs. Listen, he knew the minute he opened his mouth that this was coming. There was always a zero percent chance Dustin was ever gonna let him get out the whole thing before bursting in with this exact interruption, but that doesn’t make it less annoying. If the little shithead would just let him finish--

"I knew you were perfect together, I can't believe you didn't tell us you were dating! How long have you been a thing? I have money to collect! Can I be your best man? Never mind, obviously I'm gonna be your best man. You so owe me for not telling me sooner! I cannot believe-"

"Henderson!"

"What?"

"We're not together like that."

In fairness, Dustin is not the only one to give them an incredulous look for that one.

"Steve. You literally just announced you and Robin are getting married. What is even the point of pretending you're not in love anymore? What are you still trying to prove? Just admit I was right the whole time!"

Steve pinches the bridge of his nose and forces himself to take a deep breath, instead of wringing Dustin's weird little boneless neck. It's not his fault, he reminds himself. They haven't gotten to the second part of the announcement, so his assumptions are natural.

Now, it is Henderson's fault that they haven't managed to say the rest of what they came here to say, so maybe he can keep blaming him after all.

"Do you remember when we sat down and we asked you guys to let us say everything we were gonna say without interrupting?"

"Uh, yeah dude, it was like ten minutes ago. We're not stupid."

"Has it occurred to you that maybe we weren't done saying everything we were gonna say, considering I was halfway through a sentence when you jumped in?"

"I mean, I guess, but like, it's pretty obvious where you're going with this, Steve. You're not a complicated guy, no offense. Now, where did we land on the best man issue?"

Nancy must see the offense very much taken on his face, because before he can open his mouth and say something probably horrifically rude that would feel amazing in the moment and which he would immediately regret, she jumps to his rescue.

"Dustin, you're being very rude. Steve and Robin came here to talk to us, and we promised to listen. Let them finish."

It's nice of her to back Steve up, considering how weird this conversation must be for her. Hopefully it gets less awkward soon.

Henderson grumbles mutinously, but years of dealing with first Mike and then the rest of the little dickheads have left Nancy's control ironclad, and he waves sarcastically for Steve to continue.

This kid is spending too much time with Eddie, the attitude is getting out of hand.

"Right. Thanks, Nance. As I was saying, Robin and I are getting married, yes. But not because we're in love. I mean, I love her, obviously, but as a friend. Only a friend. Or, well, I guess a friend and soon a...friend...wife? Frife? Wend? You guys get it."

"We very much don't." Alright, well, fine, add Max to the shitlist.

He looks over at Robin, hoping for help, but she's stiff as a board and trembling all over.

He doesn't want to be the one to say the words for her. They agreed together to tell everyone the truth, it was her idea even, but the last thing he wants to do is steal that moment from her.

Maybe he can just…talk around it, until she feels up to it. And if not, he’ll just tell them his part of it and call it good.

“We’re getting lavender married.”

Okay, so that’s probably not like. A normal way to say that or whatever. Robin just used that term like fifty times last night, alright? She was really excited about the article she just read about it, something about how it was a thing in, like, olden times or whatever, and now it’s coming back because Reagan is a fucking tool, Steve’s not sure, he was only kind of listening. Regardless, now it’s stuck in his head. Sue him or whatever, geez.

Anyway, he isn’t sure how many people in this room will actually understand what that means, but Nancy’s mouth drops open in a perfect little O the way it only does when she’s genuinely surprised by something, and there’s a tiny gasp from over by the table that he thinks might have come from Will, and Max mutters to herself “Oh shit, that explains so much,” so it’s not none of them, which helps. No pitchforks yet, at least.

Jonathan is eyeing him speculatively, and Argyle is offering him an enthusiastic thumbs up, which is nice.

Unfortunately, the other boys and El are giving him blank, expectant stares, and Erica is eyeing him with both confusion and annoyance, so it looks like he still has some explaining to do.

“What the hell does your color scheme have to do with this? I’m not helping plan the wedding, dude, I don’t care that much.”

Steve mumbles a “Language,” on reflex, but his heart isn’t in it. This is somehow more nerve-wracking than evil Russians.

“Mike, that’s not what it means. Now shut up and listen, or I’ll tell Mom how that red sock ended up in her load of white delicates.”

“Oh come on, she’ll kill me!” When all he gets in return is a single raised eyebrow, he groans and slumps further into his seat, glaring at Steve.

“Right. Okay. So basically, last night, my parents--”

“I’m a lesbian!”

There’s a beat of dead silence, which in this group is more unsettling than just about anything else.

Steve keeps his eyes on Robin, who looks just about as shocked at her own outburst as everyone else in the room. He takes her hand, squeezing gently until she unfreezes a little and looks back over at him. She looks terrified, and it breaks his heart a little.

“You okay, babe?” He keeps his voice low, murmuring just loud enough for her to hear. He knows this moment is the opposite of private, but she needs him to pretend for a second, so that’s what he’s gonna do.

She nods, a little jerkily, but she grips his hand back and intentionally evens out her breathing. She’s so fucking brave. He would burn the world down for Robin Buckley, and he doesn’t care who knows it.

He can’t believe she’s willing to do this for him, but he’s so grateful he feels like he’s choking on it.

“Henderdork will literally never shut up and let you live it down if we do this and he doesn’t know the truth. Not even for a single second for the rest of forever, and I, for one, am not putting up with that shit until death or legal marriage reforms do us part, Dingus.”

It was a solid point last night when they came up with the plan, curled on her bed while she stroked his hair and generously pretended he hadn’t soaked the shoulder of her shirt with his sobs, all his worldly possessions packed into a duffel on her bedroom floor, but he knows her insistence was more about knowing how much he hates lying to the kids than it was about protecting herself from irritating teenagers.

He doesn’t think there’s enough room on the whole planet to hold all the love he feels for her, even if you count the Upside Down and any other weirdo dimensions floating around out there waiting to ruin his day.

“I’m okay, bubba. Don’t let go?” Her hand is shaking in his, but he just squeezes harder.

“Never.” He turns back to the room, eyes hard as he scans the faces of their family for any hostility. He wouldn’t have agreed to this part of the plan if he thought any of them would be a problem, but he’s not taking anything for granted with Robbie’s safety. Not now, not ever. "Everyone's gonna be cool about that, right?"

"Of course we are, right, guys?" From the pained grunt that follows her words, Steve assumes Max has dug her elbow into Mike's ribs.

"Yeah, sure, whatever."

"I suppose this makes you slightly less lame, Buckley. It's definitely better than when I thought you liked this loser." Wow, okay, thank you Erica.

"Yeah totally! Thanks for trusting us, Robin." Lucas is a sweetheart, he really is. He's also glancing surreptitiously at Will while he nods enthusiastically, who is still staring open-mouthed at Robin with wide, shiny eyes.

"Yes, thank you for trusting us, Robin." Nancy is smiling kindly, but she's got that glint in her eye that Steve knows means she just came up with more questions and is waiting for the right moment to strike. Fair enough, at least she's letting Robs have her moment first.

He finally drags his eyes back to Dustin, who he doesn't really want to admit, even to himself, he's a little worried about. Not that he'll be shitty about it, necessarily, but there's nothing that brings out Henderson's bitchy side like being wrong, and he's been so fucking wrong this entire time. It's bound to upset him.

And maybe Steve will never say this out loud where the other kids might hear, but the truth is that Dustin's opinion matters to him more than just about everyone else's. Dustin was the first person in the whole world who saw Steve, the real Steve, and decided he was worth keeping around. If Henderson can't accept this part of Robin, it means he can't accept this part of Steve, and if that happens...if that happens Steve isn't sure he'll be able to come back from it.

So he's...not worried, okay? Worried is not the right word. Anxious, maybe. Concerned.

Okay fine fuck off he's worried.

Dustin...looks like he's about to cry. Shit.

"Did you think you couldn't trust me?" His voice is so small. Steve doesn't think he's ever heard it so small. It feels wrong. Henderson's voice should fill every room he's in, always. "You didn't have to lie. You could have told me the truth."

Aw, fuck.

"Buddy,--"

"It's not that simple, little man."

Steve whips back around to look at Robin. Are you sure you’re up for this? She purses her lips and narrows her eyes. Yeah, Dingus, this is my mess. Let me clean it up. Put the lance down, White Knight. Well, alright then. He waves for her to continue, ignoring the looks the others always shoot them when they do their silent conversation thing. Not his fault they can’t read each other as well, it’s not like it’s hard.

"Before today, Steve was the only person in the world who knew about me. And honestly, I don't know if I would have told him if we weren't both coming off torture and truth serum. I've worked hard to hide it my whole life, baby Dingus, that's not an easy thing to stop doing. It's scary."

"But we're your friends. We're your family! We saved the world together! You should trust your family, right?"

Aw, jeez. Steve forgets, sometimes, how young they are. They've been through horrific supernatural trauma, but they're still the kind of kids who think life is a story with a happy ending, like their little dragon game.

"Yeah, bud, you should, but it's not always that easy. There can be really serious consequences for telling the wrong person. Like, last night my parents found out I'm bisexual by accident and now I...well. Now I don't have parents anymore." Oof, okay, little blunter than he meant to be, but Robbie's getting anxious again so he has to take the focus back.

There's an eruption of sound, as every voice in the Party starts shouting all at once, turning the Wheeler's basement into Steve's own personal migraine generator.

"Did they kick you out?"

"You're bisexual?!"

"What's bisexual?"

"They can't just do that!"

"Does this mean we have to find somewhere else for Hellfire nights?"

That last one earns Erica several Looks, but she doesn't flinch. "What? I'm just being practical."

He wishes Eddie was here. The gremlins actually listen to him, unlike Steve, on account of as their Hellfire DM, he has leverage they care about to threaten them with. Well, most of them, but it's definitely a help when he's around.

Sadly he and Wayne are at some kind of Munson family reunion down in West Virginia this week, so Steve is gonna have to do this whole spiel over again when he gets back. He and Robin thought about waiting until he got back and the whole Party could be together, but the kids would definitely notice him not living in Loch Nora anymore pretty much immediately. And Steve hates the idea of telling him over the phone, so double coming out/engagement announcement it is.

"Alright, Jesus Christ, enough! One at a goddamn time, you animals."

He looks back at Dustin, who's definitely crying now. "Yeah, buddy, they kicked me out, but I'm okay. I'm staying with the Buckleys for now, and Rob and I have been saving up to move in together soon anyway, so all this did is move up our timeline. I'm safe and I'm fine, okay? I promise."

Dustin plasters himself to Steve's front, squeezing like he's worried Steve is going to shatter into pieces and he can hold him together by sheer force of will. It's very sweet, even if it's crushing his lungs a little.

"I'm sorry you felt like you couldn't tell me." The words are muffled in Steve's chest, he's not sure anyone else heard him.

"Aw, kid, it's okay. I trust you, alright? Always. You die, I die, remember? I was just...figuring my shit out, that's all."

"Your parents are mouthbreathers." Steve chuckles a little at the mutinous glare on El's face, not pausing his hand where he's stroking Dustin's hair.

"You're not wrong, Supergirl. But it's fine, honestly. They've always been dicks, I've been planning to move out for a long time. They just...gave me the final push, is all." He's definitely leaving out the part where he broke down sobbing in Robbie's bed last night, asking her over and over why he was so broken that his own parents couldn't love him, but the kids don't need to hear that part of the story.

"Does this have something to do with your whirlwind engagement?" There she is, ace reporter Nancy Wheeler. Observant as always.

"Yeah, pretty much. They disinherited me, but they're still legally my next of kin."

"And Dingus has had far too much head trauma for me to trust he's not gonna end up back in the hospital for something at some point, and the last thing we need is Mr. and Mrs. von Child Neglect getting that call. And I was just reading about gay men and women who are marrying each other so they can have someone allowed in to see in them in the hospital, because of the virus, you know? And I thought, hey that's not a half bad idea! We're gonna be living together anyway, and it's not like I'm marrying anyone else, and it'll be good for both of us to have someone who knows about, y'know, monsters and all that jazz, to do our power of attorney stuff, so, voila! Mr. and Mrs. Bucklington!"

"We are not changing our name to Bucklington."

"Well Harringley is worse, so suck it up, buttercup."

"I'm not interested in keeping the Harrington name, Bobs, I'd rather just be a Buckley."

"Aw, bubba, you're gonna make me cry!"

"You should both become Hendersons! Then we'd really be brothers!"

Steve erupts into laughter, the tension effectively broken by Dustin's wide, toothy grin. "What d'ya say, Bobbie? Steve and Robin Henderson?"

"Would we get access to Claudia's lasagna recipe? Because if so, I'm behind this plan one hundred percent.”

"By 'we' you do mean me, right? Because I love you more than life, Bobs, but I'm not letting you anywhere near a casserole dish. I've learned that lesson."

"It was one time!"

"It took me three days to get all the cheese off the ceiling! There's still a stain!"

"Well good! Ceiling grease stains can be the Harrington's problem now, anyway. They deserve it!"

Argyle is nodding sagely from on top of the incredibly deflated bean bag he's sharing with Jonathan. "I do like Bucklington, it makes you sound like a fancy butler. But family is important, brochachos, and so is lasagna. I vote Henderson."

This spurs impassioned arguments from all corners, which Steve is more than happy to relax into the couch cushions and let wash over him.

There's a light, bubbly feeling in his chest. For the first time since his dad walked in unannounced yesterday, interrupting his phone call with Robin at the worst possible moment, the knot of fear and grief in his stomach starts to loosen.

Robin smiles at him, and he grins helplessly back. Who needs parents when he's got a soulmate? They're together, they're safe, they're surrounded by their family. Steve holds Dustin tighter to his side and lets himself feel loved.

He takes advantage of a lull in the Last Name Wars to get out the last of the speech he'd planned. "Anyway, we decided to tell all of you the truth when we came up with this plan last night, because we do trust you and we didn't want to lie to you, and also because we knew you shitheads would never shut up about us being in love if we didn't and that sounded awful."

He laughs delightedly at the chorus of indignant outbursts this gets him before continuing.

"It's really important that you don't tell anyone outside the Party the truth, alright? We're gonna tell Eddie when he gets back, and we might tell Joyce and Hop eventually, but that needs to be our choice to do. You can't do it for us, and you absolutely can't tell anyone else. The whole point of this is to keep us safe by keeping people from finding out the truth, okay?"

El looks vaguely uncomfortable, but not upset. "Will you tell my Dad soon?"

Steve glances at Robbie, who's looking anxious again, and then over at Will. His shoulders are tense, hunched up around his ears, and he's staring intently at the table in front of him.

Steve isn't sure if anyone else knows what he thinks he knows about Will, but he's pretty sure he recognizes the specific flavor of isolation he can see Will struggling with sometimes, and he's definitely sure he recognizes the looks Will shoots at Mike whenever Wheeler isn't looking. Tommy used to look at him like that.

Either way, he knows the kind of fear the kid must be suffering, just like he knows how terrifying today was for Robin. For Steve, the worst case scenario has already happened, so he has a lot less left to lose. He can afford to smooth the way a little, to test the waters and make sure they're safe for everyone else.

It's not that different from his normal role in this group anyway, just a different kind of monster. He's always been good at taking hits so the others don't have to-- this is just another threat to step in front of.

"Tell you what, Ellie, I'll talk to Hop and Joyce this weekend, that way you won't have to keep secrets from him for too long. I'll just tell him about me, though, at first, okay? That way we'll know if it's safe for Robbie." Or anyone else, he doesn't say.

Jonathan hears it, at the very least, and shoots him a look that's equal parts surprised and grateful. Maybe Will has someone else in his corner after all, then.

El nods happily, satisfied with that.

Before anyone else can jump in, there's a clattering on the basement stairs. None of them have time to tense up too badly before the door bursts open and Eddie comes tumbling through it in a flurry of dark curls and frayed denim.

"Fear not, my wayward wastrels, for I have returned from far off lands, bearing tidings and the promise of libations!"

Steve only recognizes, like, four of those words, but seeing Eddie gives him the same happy, fizzy feeling in his gut that it always does these days, so he grins.

"You're back early, Eds, everything ok?"

Eddie blinks at him, then around the room, looking surprised to see it so packed.

"Yeah, my cousin Clarence accidentally broke my MeeMaw's pasture fencing and set all the goats loose in the hills, and if we stuck around we were gonna have to help round them back up, so Wayne and I snuck out early. I was coming to invite the gremlins out for pizza to tell you all about it, but this is more people than I was expecting. Y'all having a family meeting? Without little old moi?"

Steve valiantly suppresses the shiver that the twang in Eddie's voice triggers. Steve's not sure if Eddie notices the way his accent gets stronger when he's been talking to family, but he's had to work very hard to make sure he doesn't notice the way it affects Steve.

Steve has barely tested the flirting waters with Eddie since admitting his crush to Robin, he's definitely not jumping right in with 'It makes me tingly all over when you start talking with a drawl, wanna call me darlin' and see what happens?'

Luckily Bobbie notices his inner struggle and comes to his rescue.

"It was kind of a time sensitive issue- not a life or death one! Or like. Not a monster one, anyway. But shit went down last night and we needed to brief everyone before the geek squad figured out something was funky and came beating down the door. Steve wanted to tell you in person so we were gonna wait til you got back, but here you are!"

Eddie's looking at Robin with an amused smile on his face, one eyebrow raised and his lips quirked in a lopsided grin that is, frankly, unreasonably attractive. "Here I am indeed, my fair Lady of Feathers. So what's the scoop?"

He plops down next to Jonathan and Argyle on the beanbags, nearly sending them all toppling before Argyle hooks both of them around the waists and drags them practically into his lap.

Steve is not seething with jealousy. He's not.

A half a dozen voices chime out all at once.

"Robin's gay!"

"Steve's homeless."

"Robin and Steve are getting married!"

“Purple married.”

“It’s lavender, dummy.”

“Lavender’s a kind of purple!”

"They're gonna be Hendersons!"

"No they aren't, weirdo, they're gonna be Buckleys."

"Bucklington is clearly the superior choice, even if Argyle was right about the butler thing."

“Bucklington my ass, y’all dumb as hell if you think Mom and Dad aren’t gonna try and make him a Sinclair after this.”

"Mama and Papa Harrington didn't like that Stevie boy has double the love to give. Totally bogus. Bi bros for life, man."

"I still call Steve's best man!"

Eddie blinks a little when everyone quiets down, looking vaguely shellshocked. "That was. A lot of information to get in thirty seconds."

And, listen, Steve is like, 97% sure Eddie's cool. More than cool, even. He moves that bandana to the same pocket every time he changes his jeans, no matter what outfit he's wearing. There's no way that's an accident. But if Steve is being totally honest, which he's trying to do more these days, at least inside his own brain, this is maybe not the way he'd have chosen to come out to his crush. It's somehow way more nerve-wracking when he didn't even get to say it himself.

Oh well, it's out there now. It's fine, probably.

Still, there’s a definite feeling of relief when Eddie turns that megawatt grin on him again.

"Man, I wish I'd known there were other queers in Hawkins, I might have listened sooner when Henderson told me how cool you guys were!"

Steve laughs, only a little hysterically. "Dude, if you thought you were the only one, what the hell have you been wearing that hanky for? Who are you hoping will see it?"

It's a little gratifying to see Eddie go flaming tomato red in seconds. "I am not talking about that in mixed company, Steven. There are children here!"

"Ugh, we're literally teenagers."

"Tiny baby infants! If you're so curious, you can ask me again later."

"Promise?" Steve can't stop himself from grinning wolfishly.

Eddie tugs his hair in front of his face to hide, and the frantic little giggle and the quiet "Oh my god," he lets out both sound more than a little strangled. Steve's having the time of his life right now.

"Gross." Ugh, rude. He glares at Robin for ruining his fun. She sticks her tongue out at him.

Before they can devolve into the inevitable slapfight, Nancy cuts in again.

"Alright, unless anyone else has anything to share in private, I think we should take Eddie's suggestion and get something to eat." Good thinking, Nance. "To celebrate the happy couple, of course," she adds with a smirk. Yeah, that makes more sense.

"Onward then, my noble companions, to pizza and to paradise!" Eddie vaults off the beanbag, sending Jonathan and Argyle tumbling. Argyle laughs and accepts Eddie's hand up, while Jonathan just rolls his eyes good-naturedly.

Eddie slings an arm around Robin's shoulders as they head for the basement door. "So, Birdie, what's this I hear about a wedding? I need context."

As the kids go thundering up the stairs, arguing about who gets to drive in which car, Steve lingers. He noticed Will hanging back from the others, and now they're the last ones left, Will still slowly packing up the pens and notebooks he seems to carry around with him everywhere. Jonathan is hovering anxiously in the doorway, so Steve sends him a nod and waves him off. He's got this.

"You ready to go, kid?"

Will fidgets with the zipper on his bag for another few seconds before looking up at Steve through his, frankly tragic, fringe. "I'm sorry your parents suck."

"Yeah, man, me too." Steve shoots him a wry little smile. "It's alright though, sometimes we're better off without them. I've got plenty of family here that love me, I'll survive without Richard and Diane."

Will studies him for a minute. Steve's not sure what he's looking for, but he hopes he finds it.

"That's what Jonathan says about Lonnie." Steve nods, trying not to wince at the memory of the things he spat at Jonathan that day in '83 when everything changed. "I used to think it was my fault he left, but Jonathan says he was just a bastard, and it's better he's gone anyway."

"I didn't know Lonnie," he's careful not to say your dad, "but from what I've heard, Jonathan's probably right. And he's definitely right that it's not your fault."

"Like it's not your fault your parents kicked you out?"

"Yeah, exactly like that. If it was my fault, that would mean I did something wrong. The only thing I did was exist, and be different than they thought I would be. If they can't love the kid they had, then they shouldn't have had a kid at all. That's their problem, not mine. There's nothing wrong with me."

It doesn't matter if he heard all of these things from Robin first, if he's still trying to learn to believe them. Will needs to hear them like they're true, the same way Steve does.

"Are you sure?" Will's voice is trembling now. He's looking at the floor, but Steve can tell there are tears coming. "How can you be sure this is how you're supposed to be? Wouldn't you rather be normal?"

Oh, kid. "I mean, yeah, maybe it would be easier if I only liked girls, but I don't. I tried for a long time to pretend that I did, but it didn't make it true. And yeah, part of me wants to hate myself, because that's what they taught me to think, and I still kinda wish doing that would make them love me, but it won't. But honestly, you wanna know the biggest thing?" Will nods.

"I can't hate that part of myself without hating Robin, and there's no universe where I could hate Robin. Robin's perfect. She's the best person in the world, and she's gay, so being gay can't be bad. It's impossible. So whenever that voice in my head starts saying shitty things to me, I just think about how much I love Robin and tell it to shut up."

There's a beat where Will seems to be absorbing this.

"How did you know it would be safe? To tell us the truth?"

"I didn't."

Will stares at him in shock.

"Not a hundred percent, anyway. I was pretty sure, but it's never a guarantee with stuff like this, you know? But the other option was never telling anyone, and that...it gets tiring, you know? Always having to hide. Always having to check yourself. Lying when people ask the wrong questions. It wears you down. And I've fought monsters with you guys. I've been tortured by spies with you guys. If I can't trust this group to have my back, I can't trust anyone, can I? And I didn't want to live a life of not trusting anyone. I didn't want Bobbie to live a life like that. So, we took a chance. And it paid off, because all of you are the people we thought you were, and we were right to trust you. But it was a leap of faith, dude. It always is."

"What if I'm not ready?" Fucking shit, this kid. He's been through more than any of them, except maybe El, and he's still so goddamn brave. Steve would have crumpled like a tin can in his place.

"Then you're not ready. It's not a test, Will. There's no right or wrong answers. But I will say that every single person out there loves you, and they'll keep loving you no matter what you do. They're not like my parents, or Lonnie. Our friends aren't broken inside the way they are. Their love isn't conditional. You won't chase them away. You couldn't if you tried."

Will lets out a shaky breath, clearly fighting back tears. Steve leans against the table and keeps his head down, offering the kid the illusion of privacy while he pulls himself together. After a few minutes he speaks up again.

"You ready to go, you think?"

Will nods. He goes to walk past Steve to the stairs before hesitating and, to Steve's surprise, wrapping his gangly arms around him in an awkward hug.

"Thanks, Steve," he mumbles into Steve's shoulder.

Steve runs a hand down his back uncertainly. "Anytime, kid."

He keeps his arm around Will's shoulders tentative, but when the kid doesn't shrug him off or move away, he lets it settle more firmly, tugging him closer.

“Come on Baby Byers, let's go get some pizza. You think I can milk the disownment thing to get Eddie to pay for extra toppings?"

Will snorts. "I think Eddie would pay for as many toppings as you want as long as you do that little eyelash thing at him again."

Steve throws his head back and laughs, long and loud from his belly. Yeah, it's gonna be a good night.

my head hurts too much to keep writing this but please know that the pizza parlor engagement party involves plenty of arguing about roles in the wedding party, resulting in MOH erica/best man dustin (scoops troop babeyy), flower girl team lumax (max demanded the role bc her wheelchair means she can carry extra baskets of petals, and lucas will be pushing the chair so her hands are free. he's just excited to be there.) nancy/el bridesmaids and byler groomsmen (mike grumbles and groans but he's secretly thrilled). jonathan does the pictures and it turns out argyle got ordained back in cali as a joke so he officiates. eddie plays crimson and clover for robin’s wedding march. there’s a bit of a kerfuffle when claudia and the sinclairs both try to claim steve as their son, but after someone makes the argument that charles and sue have two kids to carry their name while claudia only has one, they end up hyphenating and becoming the buckley-hendersons. yes, claudia cries. yes, they get the lasagna recipe.

(at the pizza place, eddie asks what his role will be and steve says he doesn't know yet, but he'll save him a dance regardless. eddie has to hide in the bathroom to stop blushing.)

[lumikore]

My Medic loadout I still don't know if he's an oc or not I guess he could be categorised as self insert oc but he's not really he's just my loadout guy but I do imagine him in my head in little scenarios mostly like stuff that would happen to me ingame and he acts like how I would but he's a little more mean and depressed like another day another dollar kinda vibe yknow so he's not me but he kind of is like he's my loadout yknow that's what other people see when they see me playing medic but also I don't 'kin' medic or anything like that if anything I think I'm most like engineer if I had to pick one Idk maybe he's a tf2-sona if that's a thing he's not exactly like me but he kind of represents me I mean he's my pfp as well on here and on Steam and on yt maybe he's like a mascot for my brand like Ronald McDonald or Chuck E Cheese but for Lumikore Tf2 Drawings And Etc Incorporated you feel me but like I also have hcs for him I guess they're canon if he's my character but anyway I think he plays the harp which well I mean I play the harp so I guess I'm projecting onto him a little bit there but it's ok like I project onto every single character I make ever it doesn't mean it's me it just means it is influenced by me which of course it's going to be if I made it and guys sorry for not using commas or full stops I can't help it this is what my thoughts sound like to me and it feels really weird and unnatural when I have to add pauses instead of just connecting all my thoughts in one sentence like how they come to me in my brain I didn't sleep very well last night btw so I'm kinda going a little crazy I slept 4 hours and then got up at midnight to eat strawberries and cherries and prosciutto and brie as stated in my other post and then tried to go back to sleep but it didn't work so I just layed awake for a bit now it's about 11:30 and I'm quite tired now thinking about it but I mustn't have a nap or my sleep cycle will get even worse and it also just occurred to me no one wants to read this and I think I got a little off topic as well but if I write a big enough wall of text peole will have no choice but to see it and think wow what is this guy on about that he needs to write so much under a little drawing post guys write Krampus in the comments if you read this far I'm also kind of sad rn about Krampus because after the event is over I'll have to wait another year before I can see my lovely wife Krampus again and she's gonna be so lonely without me like what does she do all year stay at home all alone it's sad really who's going to give her love and attention while I'm off fighting in the war (2fort) and genuinely aside from Krampus I really like the Smissmas maps especially Carrier and Galleria I don't really like Haarp it's very confusing and stressful but still I hope some of them stay throughout the year because I just know if they only come back in December then they will get hardly any players ever again cause people want to play the new maps every year and I think I should stop writing so I can go play tf2 now so I can play the event maps before they're gone so bye.

[cruciomione]

"fixing" the panic attack scene to be more platonic ™

im extremely active on twt and have been noticing a sydcarmy tweet go viral multiple times a week (like w thousands of interactions its crazy), and its really great to see how much people love and see it for this ship. recently carmys panic attack scene went viral again, and naturally, some ppl gave their piece about how we are all dumb for interpreting it as romantic. that sydney represents his love for his job or his duty to the restaurant (*sigh*).

this scene imo, is the most concrete proof of this ship. i can excuse (not really) interpreting every interaction between them thus far as platonic but this scene....i just refuse. this is gonna be a long post, not analyzing the scene per se because i can't possibly say anything that hasn't already been said but more "fixing" the scene to fit the narrative of antis, and i hope in doing so really shows there's no other way to interpret this scene as other than romantic. again its gonna be a long post bc im just ranting and i think i will lose my mind if i dont type this out.

lets go.

so first off i like to think of this scene as an equation/experiment. simply a problem that needs to be solved.

problem/reason of panic = ...we will discuss this...

solution # 1 = claire -> failed

solution # 2 = sydney -> worked.

Problem/Reason

s02e09 opens up with carmy and claire finally consummating their relationship, with an interesting song choice might i add and carmy dissociating, looking sad, or broken (???) after. because many have said carmy pulling memories of sydney from his psyche to calm down have to do with work i always remember that, it really doesnt make any sense?

carmy is clearly having a panic attack due to him not being "fixed" as soon as he made it official with claire. he felt pressure from his family both currently and in the past to date claire because she is amazing and perfect. add mikey also being a part of that crowd, and carmy so desperately trying to connect with him when he cannot, is why i think he looks so despondent after that scene. i truly think he thought he would be a changed person after everything with claire and when that didn't happen he flipped...

we know this is the reason bc his panic attack starts with their sex scene and the lyric "I dont know" from strange currencies by REM.

this isn't to say that he isn't nervous or stressed about the soft open but its clear that he's not having a panic attack about work nor have we ever seen him have a work-related panic attack (correct me if I'm wrong). in s1 he has one or two due to him greiving his brother.

platonic fix: To make it about work I would have added scenes like when Carmy started that stove fire in braciole, his meltdown in review, some scenes of his horrible time at EMP, and him grieving his brother. i think these would represent his fear of failure, falling back into old toxic habits pertaining his career, the fear of fostering a toxic work environment like the ny chef and also the idea of "failing" mikey

but theres a reason why none of this occurs bc its not about his job or the opening of the bear. this is explicitly about his personal and romantic love life.

Solution # 1 : Claire

carmy proceeds to try and calm down by thinking of claire through literal rose-coloured glasses...

the music is distorted, he's thinking of his abusive family, he remembers every one pushing him to date claire bc shes a #goodthing.

again...this is not about his job and wouldnt make sense to think of sydneys place in his work life as a soultion to his clear personal problem....

platonic fix: in the story of carmys love life claire and sydney act as narrative foils. they have been compared and contrasted for all of s2. my platonic fix for this would be making the NY chef this first "solution" of a work-related panic attack. he represents a horrible time in his life but also represents a time when carmy was at the height of his career. when carmy gets locked in the walk in and has his monologue, its alluded to that he will revert back to that mind set in order to not let everyone down.

NY chef abused him for so long, it makes sense that carmys psyche would readily go back to his insults and the time he himself was an isolated 'psycho' bc it yielded results.

nothing is black and white and i DO think sydney represents a healthier approach to the toxic mess that is the culinary world and does represent that for carmy. if the show was invested in that, sydney and the NY chef could be overtly contrasted like sydney and claire have been.

BUT again this isnt about his job and dedication as a chef...thus why he tries to think of claire to solve his personal problem, and it fails.

Solution # 2: Sydney

LMFAOOO.

carmy then in a crazy plot twist starts thinking of his platonic work bestie sydney adamu....the love song dedicated by the show to his relationship with his girlfriend is then made clear highlighting some pretty damning lyrics about desire and love.....all platonic btw. yes you are dumb if you think otherwise (*wink*)

I actually have two platonic fixes for this...

platonic fix # 1: if we only wanted to focus on sydney as a person who calms carmy down because shes his work bestie who represents his responsibilty to the bear and the postive change they are trying effect in the culinary world, i would add scenes where they are...you know actually cooking???

i think its pretty crazy how the memories carmys immediately jump to are ones that have little to do with their jobs. when they first meet (would also like to note that when carmy first laid eyes on Sydney, he forgot she was there for a job, so this is his raw reaction to seeing a pretty girl lol) and when she comes back after she quit and their break up fight.

i would add their scenes in carmys kitchen (even tho this is extremely damning bc they were flirting DOWN - they don't make this easy at all). this represents their collaboration skills and the way they WORK and bounce ideas off of each other seamlessly. specifically the scene about him wanting to give her a star, representing his duty to her and the restaurant.

*and no shade to carmy but if his responsibility to the bear/syd as a co-worker was bothering him this much and calmed him down wouldn't he have just immediately called the fridge guy.....anyways*

platonic fix # 2 (the best one): if i was chris storer and joanna calo and i REALLY wanted to sell it that carmy isnt in love with sydney then i would put every single member of the OG beef crew + Nat to calm him down not just Sydney.

im talking to them laughing at family, carmy giving tina his chefs knife, richie in his new suit, carmys one on one w Marcus/trying his donut, nat telling carmy shes pregnant (signifing rebirth/wanting to rid all the toxic abuse from his family), carmy trying sydney risotto, and her face when he said it was tremendous etc etc...you get the gist

and honestly?

even as i type this out im tearing up a little bit bc that would have been really beautiful. carmy is changing. he can and is getting rid of old toxic habits from his family and the mess that is the culinary industry. things are changing for the better....that would be beautiful....IF his panic attack was about any of these things lol.

and to even look at this scene without this need for symmetry and we entertain the idea of carmy thinking about his job as a solution for his personal problem...carmy has said himself (s02e01) that this isnt fun for him. i dont think that means he hates cooking i kinda disagree with the ppl who think he isnt passionate about it. i just think currently its something that doesnt bring him joy but i do think its something hes starting to or at least could have started to enjoy if he just committed to working with syd...

conclusion

theres a lot of....delusion? denial? straight up bias? yes all of that, going on.

idk what is happening bc this show is really great at being subtle. but i dont know whats more in your face, dumbed down, even a toddler could understand, than this scene. if you dont come out of this understanding that carmy is falling in love/currently in love with Sydney...and i hate using this term..but you just arent media literate.

bonus: bc it makes me laugh and connects the purpose and solutions.

i think we need a Snyder Sydcarmy Cut™ of bolognese and omelette.

the start of the episode is when sydney and carmy fight over claires inclusion in the menu, and also when sydney randomly asks him to define his relationship with Claire. the episode would continue until we get to the table scene.

i think its WILD how as soon as Sydney asks him to define their relationship, carmy starts calling claire his girlfriend. then the show proceeds to insert sydney in their romantic montage, shows her tattoo about heartbreak and someone getting in the way of your relationship...THEN proceeds to have carmy compare these two women in his mind and only calms down after seeing Sydney.

i could talk about this scene for AGES. wheres the straitjacket....

[castieltrash1]

Blade runner!!!! Please!! Anything will do but I'm thirsty and need it to be quenched! Can you provide?

officer k x human afab!reader; smut, breeding kink (roleplayish?), pre-2049 events, dom!k, overstimulation, dirty talk

K’s rough, calloused fingers spread out against your lower stomach, an area of your body he’s taken more interest in recently than ever before. “You’re really gonna let me?” he asks, the tone of his voice so weak and desperate you wonder how he’s managing the strength to hold himself above you right now, baby blues boring into yours. “Say you will, please,” he adds, as if your answer will make a difference, that your words will defy the undeniable truths of the world you live in.

But you dig your nails into the nape of his neck, urging his flushed face closer, closer, closer, until his shuddering exhale hits hot against your upper lip. “Do it, K,” you plead, almost gasping at the way he instinctively twitches inside you, his cock buried to the hilt. The evidence of your earlier orgasms paints the inside of your thighs, easing each of his movements as he rocks into you. You hold his unwavering gaze. “I want it.”

You know if sheer desire were enough, his wish would already be granted. “Yeah?” he breathes, growing more confident from your reaction. “You want me to breed you?” The word is sharp on his tongue, too animalistic for his synthetic imitation to capture, but his determination never falters. He’s too human for you to comprehend. “I’m…” His pupils jerk erratically across your face, and you know he’s searching for words that have never occurred to him before now. “I’m gonna knock you up,” he finally decides, and the shiver that runs down your spine at his choice of verbiage only urges your body closer to his.

“Cum inside me,” you beg, overcome with something feral clawing at the inside of your chest. You can’t breathe and the lack of oxygen leaves you lightheaded, your vision blurring and darkening at the edges. Framed in a fuzzy vignette, K soothes your hunger with a gentle smile, rolling his hips achingly slow. He barely eases an inch or two of himself from you at a time, always letting your warmth pull him back in.

When he hits the most sensitive spot inside you, your heaving gasp is hushed by his soft lips lingering against your cheek. “Shh. I’ve got you, baby,” K reassures, scruff tickling your soft skin. “Gonna give you what you need, I promise.” Maybe it was your fantasy all along, stifled shamefully somewhere only he could reach. “Just say please.”

You force what little control over your body you have left into squeezing him, clenching so tightly he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to. “Please.”

He trembles above you, mouth parting to release a breathy “fuck” that barely escapes before his release does, shooting inside you with a thick, hot pulse. “S-shit,” he gasps, instinctively pressing closer, his body desperate to meet its mark. His eyes squeeze shut and your own roll back in pleasure at the feeling of him finally filling you the way he’s been promising to all night. The sensation is so perfect, you could completely forget it isn't real.

K’s chest brushes yours as he lowers himself, using the last of his energy to shift you both to your sides. He doesn’t pull out, his firm hand on your waist ensuring you don’t let him either. “Well… If anything’s gonna work…” His lashes flutter as he gives you a lopsided grin, one so content you think he’s started to believe it himself. “What do you say?”

The world has surprised you before, but that’s not a sure enough answer. You stick to what you know. 

“I love you, K.”

In the dim light of your apartment, he whispers it back.

gosling sleepover sunday (no longer taking requests!)

[whatitshouldvebeen]

Can I request Nubbins x fem reader? She has friends who don't want Nubbins near her because they don't like the way he is. But when Nubbins is with the reader it is pleasant because she does not judge him or treat him badly. How would he manage to have her all to himself and not let anyone ruin it?

I don't know if Nubbins would be possessive and rude like Johnny or if he is more passive...

Nubbins x Reader

The Only One that Counts

Contains; fluff, derogatory names

"Guys, cut it out," you say, shooting a glare at your two best friends.

"Seriously though, what do you see in him? Everything about him is weird, even his name. Who names their kid Nubbins?" Emily says, snickering.

"Maybe I like weird," you interject.

"For your birthday, he got you a dead possum with a lightbulb in its mouth. He's twisted," Joey adds, looking more concerned than anything.

You cross your arms. "That was cute! Pulling the tail turned it on. I named him Henry."

"You have a dead giant trash rat named Henry by your bed," Joey says flatly. "See why we're concerned?"

You shrug. "Not every girl wants chocolate and makeup. I like his little crafts. He's really creative."

"He's gonna turn you into a lamp next if you're not careful," Emily says. "I heard he cuts himself for fun."

"Guys, just stop. I'm happy with him, okay? Isn't that enough?"

Both Emily and Joey look incredulous, shaking their heads.

"Don't you see we're trying to protect you? That guy's whole family is messed up. Have you seen his giant brother? What if being a giant retarded freak runs in the family? Do you want giant retard freak kids running around the house?" Joey says, as if he could think of nothing worse.

"I'm tired of listening to this," you say, fuming. You stand up from the bench and glare at your friends before turning your back, a tear streaking down your cheek.

–

"Y-your friends want you to leave me?" Nubbins asks, cocking his head. The two of you are sitting in the sunflower fields as the sun rises, painting the sky pink. He doesn't seem upset, just curious.

"They think you're dangerous," you say, looking down at your joined hands and running your thumb over his. You can't bring yourself to tell him what they've said about his brother.

"W-well," Nubbins laughs, smiling. "I mean, I am. Grandpa wouldn't think I'm the best if I w-wasn't!" He pauses, then squeezes your hand. "But, 'course I'd never hurt you!"

"I know, Nubs, I'm just sad my friends are so judgmental," you say, sighing and leaning against his shoulder.

He uses his pocket knife to etch into the dirt between his feet, drawing your initials beside his. "Why does it matter w-what they think?" He pauses, looking up at you worriedly. "Y-you aren't gonna listen to them, are ya?" He asks, as if the notion hadn't occurred to him.

"No, of course not!" you soothe, instantly erasing the worried expression off his face. "I just don't like hearing them talk bad about you and your family."

"I could cut out their tongues!" he offers cheerily. "You ever had tongue pudding? It's real good!"

"No no, please don't," you giggle, and he laughs wildly, his whole body shaking beside yours.

Nubbins, still in a giggle fit, nuzzles at your ear before nipping it, making you laugh and shove him away. He lunges after you, tackling you to the dirt and touching your nose to his with a loud "boop!" A wild grin lights up his face, and you pull him down for a kiss, surprising the man into a fleeting moment of stillness.

When you break the kiss, he stares at you in a stupor before sense returns to his brain, and he blinks rapidly, his earlier grin returning. "Wow… sometimes I forget we can do that. Talk about crazy; your friends musta never had a kiss like that. Well, probably 'cause they never kissed you," he peters off, pure adoration in his eyes as he holds himself over you.

"You're so sweet, Nubbins," you say, kissing the tip of his nose. "I love you."

His face flushes pink, and he traces your lip with his thumb, cradling your face in his hand. "I l-love you too."

Nubbins doesn't care what anyone thinks but you. As long as he knows you love him, he will never get jealous.

[beardedmrbean]

Ravioli/raviolo anon here. It occurred to me that I never followed up on my story of how I escaped my roommate's various attempts on my life and I managed to dodge them all like some drunken Mr. Bean. (Is that what I said? I hardly remember, lol. For the record, I don't really drink so much anymore. After I walked home from a birthday celebration a few years back (it wasn't a rager or anything, the bar was just across the road and my birthday is in February so we didn't want to go far) and coldcocked my dome running at top speed into a fence (I was trying to make it into the exit gate before it closed, didn't realize there was a post that came out horizontally across because I don't see very well on account of the fact that I wear colored lenses), I cracked my skull and you can still see where I hit the fence (on my head, I mean, it was a wrought iron fence so I assume I didn't damage it but I never checked), so that's when I realized it was time to slow down).

So it WAS a true story, (I don't really watch television or read much though so if it does resemble a piece of media, I wouldn't know it, lol). Anyway, since I tend to ramble, I will make an effort to keep this in the realm of "less than a novel" but I can't exactly make any promises. I don't know how to add a "read more" or anything fancy like that so in the interest of shortening it I won't be offended if you screenshot only the important parts or even just don't answer it, lol.

There's a little bit of backstory about how I ended up living with the roommate and why he wanted to kill me, long story short he was in the hole about $1600 with me because he bought a motorcycle from me but was "still making payments" on it. He suggested I come room with him in this cheap apartment while we both drove for UPS for peak season. He got fired day two on the job, and so after that he planned to rob me as soon as I finished the season. (In addition to never paying for the bike). I'm a simple guy, though, so I really only had my truck (worthless) and a mattress, and I was just working for the love of the sport so I sent all my checks to my mother and had her send me back a hundred a week. So he can't rob me, so he decides at this point he's mad enough to kill me, and thinks himself pretty clever and that he can do it without getting caught.

About a week into this nonsense, he tells me he's got a job interview in NYC or something, he's gonna be gone tonight, whatever. I'm like, fine, no big deal, hope you get the job, buddy, I'm pretty terrible at this whole UPS thing so I'll be back at midnight or something when I'm done my route. I get home, and I'm about to go to bed, and that's when I decided at about 1AM I sincerely want a grilled cheese sandwich. So I got up, drove across town, and went over to a buddy's house for grilled cheese at 1AM. Come to find out we had a gas leak all night and my roommate is just VERY SHOCKED that we BOTH happened to be out, what are the odds. I'm all "hey, man, God is good, I'll drink to that, get me another beer".

Not long after that, I finish my route at who friggin' knows how late, I'm the last guy in the lot, even the security guards have gone home, and my truck (which cannot be locked, I don't have a key for the door so I leave it unlocked) is, what the heck, locked. I have no way of calling my roommate (same reason why I drove across town to find my buddy instead of just calling and asking: I didn't have a phone at the time), and it's looking like I might just freeze to death out here because it's -3F and it's after midnight in New England, so there's nobody out and about. Well, nobody, except this old Russian guy who sees me standing next to my truck, asks if I need help, and when I tell him I'm locked out, he tells me he's been in prison a few times for carjacking and will get me into my truck in no time. Which he does. So I bring him home with me and we have a beer (he had a few more than me, I had to work in the morning. You know how it is.) (And for the record I have never driven under the influence. I didn't go to college, my CDL is all I have. I don't dick around with that.)

So at this point, my roommate is pretty pissed. I'm either too hammered or too tired to notice. UPS is really kicking my ass. It's finally Christmas time, time to celebrate the end of peak season with a trip to the bar, oorah. He gives me a bottle of Poland Springs and says to drink the whole thing, it's water and we're gonna be drinking hard tonight, gotta hydrate or die-drate, bitch. I knock it back and wouldn't you know it, that son of a bitch didn't give me water, this is straight Everclear. I get to the bar and I'm already sick, I go straight to the toilet and barf all over the place. Somewhere along the line I went up to the bar and started dozing off, at which point they kicked me out, so roommate says "don't worry, I'm gonna take him home". Not sure what the plan from there was, tbqh. I DO know that I realized about halfway out of the city that we weren't headed back to our apartment, and that we were headed towards either Connecticut or NYC, and I told him I wanted to go back home because I did NOT want to go to NYC because if we were going to NYC, that meant we were probably going to watch Eric Andre with his boring cousin in Queens and I was really not in the mood. I'm pretty sure he planned on dumping me somewhere on the highway where I'd freeze to death, and I was slipping back and forth out of consciousness, but I was SO consumed by how badly I did NOT want to go to Queens and watch Eric Andre, I called the cops and told them I was being kidnapped to watch Eric Andre. They were more concerned about the kidnapping part for some reason, (criminal restraint, I think is actually what they called it), caught up to roommate and I halfway out of Clifton Park (we'd apparently been doing 110MPH on the freeway and he was swerving all over the place) and he got arrested.

The next morning the cops told me I should press charges, but that meant staying in the state (because I'd have to be there when it went to trial) and I had other plans. So, I let karma do its work on the roommate (no idea where he is now or what's become of him, but I do know he lost his license and later blew every cent he had on some raffle scam for a Toyota out in California), packed up my stuff, and moseyed on.

I'm marathoning The Twilight Zone with a friend online today (watching the same eps on the same service) this was wilder than any episode I've seen ever.

[beautifulfuckup99]

Do you only do BTS? Because I would love a plus-size doc, why choose with Namjoon, Bangchan and Seongwha 🫠🫠🫠

For you, babes, I'm gonna make it a preference of sorts. Hope you like it!

Title: My Girl

Warning(s): Body image issues, hints of ED: Count!ng Calor!es, nut also all-around fluff...

Author's Note: I'm sure this isn't what was wanted, but trust me, it's needed. Lol.

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Namjoon:

Breathing in through your nose filled your lungs with the fresh pine scented air of the park you and Namjoon had walked to for a random, mid-day picnic. The scenery was a calm and quiet one. Ducks floating on by in the pond right in front of you, birds flying through the sky over you, and not a single person in sight. You two had gone far enough into the field of the park that you were basically alone. With a soft sigh of contentment, Namjoon set his book down. "I could sleep here." He notes, voice as deep as the body of water in front of you. You eye your boyfriend as he fixes his beanie before laying back, head going to your thighs. You instantly stiffen in slight embarrassment. You could never help it. You knew your body and you knew how it looked. And you knew your handsome boyfriend could always find better. And you knew this angle wasn't flattering at all. "Joonie..." You mutter as you cover his face with your hand as he tries looking up at you. "What?" He chuckles. "Stop that, Y/N. I wanna see you." He smiles as he moves his face from under your palm to smirk up at you before nuzzling more into your thighs. "Like my own personal pillow." He teases and you swat lightly at his broad shoulder. "What? You are!" He laughs. "Not funny. My fat thighs aren't your pillows." You snort and he turns his head to kiss your bare thigh that was only on display because Namjoon begged you to wear a sundress he'd bought for you weeks ago as a 'just because' present. "Yes, they are. I have commanded it..." He smirks. "And don't call them fat." He says as he gives you a look. "I love your thighs, baby." He adds softly, turning his head to kiss your bare skin again, making you blush harder and swat lightly at his arm as he laughs before looking up at you. "Let's start packing up." You say gently after a bit of resting in the silence. Namjoon playfully groans before sitting up to start putting the leftovers back in the basket. You collect the books to put back in your bag but pause whenyou're overcome with the urge to peak in on what Namjoon had been reading these past few days. He must be learning something new because he's been damn near obsessed with this book. You skim the pages for context clues as to what his nose has been buried in and pause as you spot a sentence that has been highlighted. 'The skill of observing is just that: Instead of focusing on the body, have them focus on everything and anything else around them. Mindful breathing is wonderful in that you can do it anytime, anywhere. Focus your attention completely on the new of life, thereby reducing the focus on negative thoughts they may have. And show patience when those thoughts occur anyway'. You blink a bit, slightly confused until you see Namjoon's usual scribbled handwriting next to that paragraph in particular. Little phrases shaped as ideas written a pen, saying things like 'More dates?', 'More traveling?', 'Nature. She likes nature...', 'Quiet. Give her quiet.'. You feel your heartbeat quicken as you silently flip to the front cover of the book since Namjoon had taken off the sleeve of the book. The title is called "Cognitive-Behavioral Therapy: Loving Insecurities". You slowly look over at your boyfriend who was folding up the blanket you two had been laying on, none the wiser to your findings. Your boyfriend who you've only had the honor of calling your boyfriend for 5 months. Your boyfriend who's decided to spend his time off reading up on how to love you better. You slowly walk over to him as he speaks softly about getting ice cream and place a hand on his shoulder to pull him down to your level, kissing his lips softly. He's surprised, but quickly kisses back. You pull away slowly and smile. "I'd love ice cream." You say gently as you stroke his soft skin with the pad of your thumb. He smiles bashfully and nods. "Then let's go..." He says as he finishes packing up.

Bangchan:

"Oh, that's so pretty..." You say as you hold your boyfriend's hand as you stare up at the window display that showed a mannequin wearing a beautiful red, thinned-strapped, sweetheart-lined dress. Going out was a rarity with how busy you two had been lately, but you were enjoying this peaceful moment of mindlessly window shopping. And you knew even though Bangchan would rather be resting lazily at home, he was allowing himself to be dragged around all for your happiness. "Wanna head inside?" The five-foot-seven Korean man asks softly, and it makes you eye the rest of the store. "Nah. Nothing there would fit me. God, if I had that body type..." You sigh as you eye the mannequin, making Bangchan nudge you playfully. "You wanna be headless and plastic?" He asks as he eyes you oddly and you laugh softly. "Yup. The embodiment of beauty." You play along before you continue walking, pulling him along effortlessly. "Well, I for one, like how you are now." He states simply and you chuckle a bit. "Yeah, yeah." You mutter. "What? It's true." He defends lightly as he softly swings your entwined hands back and forth as you two walk through the shopping center. "Okay, sure. Cause it's not like you're my boyfriend who'll be in the doghouse if you say otherwise..." You tease and he laughs softly before kissing your hand tenderly. A full week goes by and as you lay in bed, one night, scrolling through your phone, Bangchan walks into the bedroom of your cozy loft. "Mail." He says as casually as he can master, which for him is an average tone. You look up from your phone and see the box he'd laid out on the edge of the bed for you. "And... What's this?" You ask as you slowly sit up, watching as your boyfriend gets more comfortable on his side of the bed. He gives a slight shrug before watching you the way a child watches their parent open a gift from them. His eyes giving away his emotion like always. The excitement was clear in those eyes. You hum and grab some scissors from your nightstand. You open the box and freeze as you see the same dress that you had stared at through the shop window that day, only it was your size. "How...?" You stop your questioning and look at your boyfriend in shock. "You are the embodiment of beauty, babe." He says in a soft voice as he watches you closely. You feel your face heat up and turn back to the box. You pull the dress out and see it's the exact same one, just as perfect as when you spotted it that day. "How did you even find this?" You ask in awe as you scrunch your nose in pure delighted confusion. You hadn't been able to get this damn clothing item off your mind since that day, and now here it was. Right in front of you, in your grasp and it looked even more beautiful in person. The plus size sections here in Korea weren't as... widely selective as they were in the US. You'd gotten used to seeing a gorgeous clothing item in a store and putting it back on the rack when you saw it wasn't in your size. "I ordered it online. I wasn't gonna watch you give up something you want badly because the store doesn't have your size. That's dumb." He shrugs as you set the dress down and move over to hug and kiss him while he playfully groans like it's killing him. But you see the tips of his ears turn pink at your affection. "You're amazing..." You whisper with a giggle before kissing his lips firmly as he laughs. "Well? What are you waiting for? Try it on!" He says and you giggle excitedly before jumping out of bed and running to the bathroom with the dress in your tight grasp.

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Running out of space, but I will be posting part 2! So, if you're a Seongwha stan, then... Stay tuned!

[sachirobabe]

Chapter 7

Gojo Satoru x reader

Wc: 3390

Curseless au

Summary: Amidst the zombie apocalypse, your courage shines as you not only saves lives but capture the heart of Gojo Satoru. Together with his first-year students, you all embark on a perilous journey, not only for survival but in a quest for a cure that adds a poignant layer to the unfolding romance.

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The next day was no different. Walking for hours on end, luckily no terrible run-ins with zombies had occurred. You couldn't believe this would take about 3 weeks in total.

You were ready to never walk a day in your life again. It had snowed during one of the nights, making the cold even more unbearable.

"Your nose is red." You say to Satoru, your feet crunch the fresh snow beneath you. "You can have the scarf back." You begin to unravel the one he gave you.

"No don't, I'm okay." He smiles, "I can handle a little cold."

"You sure? You can wear mine Gojo!" Itadori turns around and begins to walk backwards.

"I'm fine, thank you though." He appreciates. Itadori gave him a thumbs up and as he did so he fell right on his ass, groaning as he lays there helplessly. Satoru laughs and extends a hand for him.

"I knew you were gonna fall." Maki says, Nobara by her side laughing at the sight, snow was all up his back. He frowns and begins to rid himself of the snow.

You all were approaching another city, you'd have to be more on your guard now that you're not out in the open with no buildings, zombies or people could be a corner away.

"Nanami, when's our next break." Shoko breathes heavily.

"It's all those cigarettes you smoke, they're catchin' up to 'ya." Satoru grins, knowing just how to get under her nerves. He gracefully dodges the snowball thrown from her.

"We can check out that building." Nanami points ahead and you all rushed to get there to have more rest.

You all had your guns raised, in case of any zombie. After you all checked every single crevice of the falling apart grocery store, you were able to calm down.

Satoru took a spot next to you and Nanami on your other side. He had made small conversation with you, mostly just checking in. Then Nanami got up and talked to the second-years.

"I feel like I'm gonna get hypothermia." You shiver.

"I know. Me too." Satoru says, he rubs his hands up and down quickly on your arms to hopefully get you to warm up.

"I'm gonna go stand outside." You say to the group, you just wanted to keep an eye out. Satoru of course followed you.

Your eyes scanned the area, you're not sure if you saw something, but there was movement out of the corner of your eye. You focus your attention behind a building where you think they went behind.

Satoru noticed you staring off and looks as well, he's not sure exactly what he's looking at though, "What's wrong?" He whispers to you.

"I thought I saw something." You finally tear your eyes away and look into his eyes. Satoru then sees the movement you're talking about.

"It's a person." He squints, the figure now disappearing again. They were still a little far, but your guard is up.

"Should we tell the others?" You worriedly say. "We don't know what they'll do."

"I think we should leave." Satoru clenched his jaw and made his way back into the store with the others.

3 shots broke the silence, your ears were ringing and your vision shut so hard that when you opened your eyes it was blurry. You quickly shake it off and move behind a car as more shots were aimed towards you.

"What the fuck was that." Nanami whips his head quickly towards the door, they all took their cover as shots were aimed recklessly inside and out the store.

"Watch out!" Satoru, pulls Inumkai, he could still hear, but not as well as the rest of you.

Your entire body was covered by the car, quickly you make sure your gun is loaded and when there is a pause of shots you peek and take aim, shooting back. You effectively hit one of them in the leg and he cries loudly.

As you duck again you're able to know there's 4 men. Nanami peeks his head out as the shots stopped and takes his aim, you follow with him and shoot again.

"Fuck." You hear one of them yell in pain, "I'm shot, Geto." That name. You recognize it.

"Let's run." You hear someone say and footsteps quickly get further away.

You fully stand up now and begin shooting them again, you weren't able to hit them, but you sure did get close.

After they were fully out of sight, you rejoined the group.

"Is everyone all right?" You say breathing heavily.

They all nod.

"Are you shot?" Satoru runs up to you and pulls you inside further into the store, he sits you down and begins to examine you. He's really frightened, he never shows his emotions much, but he was terrified of anybody getting hurt.

"I'm good." You say, "I shot the short one." You say.

"Fucking Geto." Satoru seethes, you know this is wrong, but he is very very attractive when this furious. You admire for a second then shake your thoughts away.

"What the hell are they doing this far out?" Shoko furrows her brows, checking the students for any injuries.

"No idea. But they're gonna keep giving us trouble." Nanami rubs his nose, clenching his jaw. "Nice job on hitting one of them." He compliments you and you simply nod.

"All he wants is trouble." Satoru's voice is deeper than normal. He's beyond furious. "We've gotta get rid of 'em." He stands face to face with Nanami.

"Absolutely not." Nanami chuckles and it only makes Satoru even more upset.

"You want to wait until once of us is killed?" He stands his ground. Nanami took him serious and eyed him, clenching his jaw.

"No, but now is not the time. We've got a mission." Nanami, who's a bit smaller in height slightly looks up to Satoru.

"Yeah well we've got bigger problems now." Satoru gets impossibly closer to Nanami. Tension is rising and you know it's best to pull him away.

You grab ahold of Satoru, "Now's not the time to go at each other." You tug on his sleeve.

He eyes you and he immediately softens, then glares back at Nanami. He takes a step back and sighs, closing his eyes and reopening them. Much more calm now.

"I'm sorry, but we can't keep letting them do this to us." He says. "This is like the third run-in we've had with him and his gang." Satoru continues.

"I understand." Nanami says. "I don't think they'll follow us, I think we should keep moving." He says.

"We still need to see if the radio tower works." Shoko joins.

"And the military base near there too." Megumi says.

Satoru grumbles to himself, but ultimately agrees and you all continue walking. Getting out of the city as quick as you could so there'd be no chance you'd run into them again.

You decide to give Satoru some space, he was behind the whole group. A serious look on his face, he made sure to keep an eye out for anything, especially behind him.

Everybody seemed to be on edge, and rightfully so. You just wanted to get to your next checkpoint to relax. It was rough now, going up hills leading up to a mountain.

"We have to go up that?" You say to Nanami and he sighs before answering.

"Yes. Before sundown." He checks his watch, the mountain wasn't too big, but it'd definitely take every ounce of strength left in all of you.

"Let's get this over with." Nobara takes a deep breath and begins to climb.

There wasn't much talking between any of you. Occasionally someone would stop to catch their breath and you'd all follow. Light sprinkles of snow fell, and you hoped it wouldn't be bad tomorrow morning.

Your thighs ached and begged to rest, but you could see it start to flatten a little and that was all the strength you needed. Once you reached the top, you only had to wait a few minutes before everyone else had made it.

A few of them had their hands on their knees, others dropped right to the ground to catch their breaths. There was a small resort that you'd all be staying in, a hot springs resort.

The sun was setting rapidly, you're lucky you had made it just in time.

"I'll go find some wood, keep an eye on them, okay?" Nanami tells you as he ventured off with the first -years.

"Do you mind finding a room for us?" You signed to Inumaki and he smiles.

"No problem. We'll look around." He signs back and holds up his gun to indicate he was going to make sure nothing else was in there. Panda and Maki follow along with him as backup.

Satoru sat on a lobby chair, one that wasn't falling apart. You're not sure if you should say something. He hasn't talked to anyone since you had left the grocery store.

You focus your attention on the pictures in the lobby instead. The resort seemed in relatively good shape still, you think nobody wanted to risk the hike up the mountain to get here.

"Satoru, you mind helping?" Shoko is holding wood in her arms, he eyes her and mumbles a 'sure' and makes his way over. It was finally dark out, he made the fire himself and began to warm up last nights dinner.

"There's hot springs here." You say to Shoko, you're both watching Satoru outside.

"You think we can find them?" She says.

"I want to. I bet they're really warm still." You make your way behind the front desk, there had to be a map somewhere. "Found it." You say to yourself.

Shoko turns on her flashlight to see what you've got in your hands. "The springs should be.. here." She points, "It looks like a short walk."

"You wanna go with me?" You say, already imagining how warm it'd be.

"Hell yeah." She chuckles and goes off to find Nanami.

Satoru begins to put the fire out, carrying the leftover fox. "Dinners ready." His usual smile is back and it makes your stomach do flips.

During dinner, you brought up the hot springs to Nanami who seemed reluctant at first, but ultimately gave in when he saw how close they were to the resort.

And you had promised you'd bring weapons with you. You'd all be fully unclothed so you suggested that the girls go together and the boys go together.

Nobara and Maki refused to see their classmates in the nude, you don't blame them. You wrapped a towel around your body and grabbed your gun, leading the way.

It was quiet out. You could only hear your groups whispers and steps. Your flashlight scoped the area just in case, but you knew nobody or anything were near.

"Oh my god." Nobara said, tears in her eyes as she saw the springs.

"This is gonna feel so good." Shoko smiled. You put your gun on the ground and unwrapped your towel. You weren't very shy, you were all girls and it was dark out, minus your flashlight.

You stepped one foot in and almost moaned at the feeling. The others followed and did the same. In no time you had all submerged yourselves. The spring was huge, bigger than a swimming pool at a hotel.

"Good call, Y/n." Shoko sighs contently.

"This feels amazing." Nobara follows.

"I can practically feel myself defrost." Maki chuckles.

"Feels nice to rinse off too." You say, your last shower being at the military base. Before the apocalypse, this would've been gross, but who cares now. A wash is a wash.

Your muscles relaxed more with every minute spent in the hot spring. This was heaven. The other girls chatted and you'd chime in here and there, but you were basking in the warmth.

"How long until the guys come find us." Maki says, "I never wanna leave."

You chuckle, "Satoru is needy as hell, so it shouldn't be too long."

"You've got that right." Shoko shakes her head. "I'm starting to get too hot." She sits up, her arms resting on the sides of the spring.

"We can go in a few. I'm sure the boys want to spend their time here too." You say, sitting up as well. Maki and Nobara did everything they could to stay longer, they really did not want to leave.

You wrapped your figure in your towel, the cold air slicing your skin. A flashlight shined on the 4 of you, thankfully all wrapped up.

"Hey," Shoko clicks her tongue, "what if we were naked?" She huffs.

"But you're not." Nanami says, a towel wrapped just around his waist. You find Satoru, who's the same. You quickly scan his body up and down, thanking god that it was dark out so nobody could call you out on it.

He looked good. Real good.

"Now leave so we can be warm too." Nanami says and you all roll your eyes. You're careful going back to the resort, it was freezing, but definitely worth it.

Maki and Nobara passed out very quickly, you're sure they're exhausted. Shoko lights a small candle and sets it next to her and begins reading. You'll always find her reading some sort of medical book.

"What're you reading now?" You whisper across the room as you shut the blinds.

"Textbook about how vaccines were discovered and the process and stuff." She says. "I'm just trying to remember some things I forgot in medical school."

You nod, "Vaccines?" You question.

"Wouldn't it be nice if there was something for us to take and we'd never have to worry again about what'd happen if we got bit by one of those things." She sighs, you think she's been having this on her mind for a while.

"That'd be great." You chuckle. "But wouldn't that be impossible? Getting one of those things to cooperate with us so we can study them?"

"Yeah.. but we could try?" She has a hopeful glimmer in her eye.

"I'd love to, we could kill off all zombies and start over." You're fantasizing about the idea. Being able to go to the mall, not worry about food or who's out to kill you.

"That's why Nanami is so adamant on this new military base, it has a huge lab for us to work in." Shoko pulls out the blueprints from her backpack to show you.

"That is my dream lab." You say, your mouth agape from all the technology inside. "Do you have any hope for the radio tower?" You question.

"Not really to be honest." Her hand finds her forehead and rubs hard. "But Nanami thinks so. He just wants to make sure there's no other better living space for us out there."

"I hope we get at least something." You say and she nods, you leave her be to continue reading. You're starting to feel a little hopeful.

The boys returned shortly, the younger ones immediately fell asleep along with the girls. Nanami took first watch, but you're tossing and turning in your makeshift bed.

You feel a poke on your back and already know who it is, you turn back around and face the white haired male and hum.

"I'm sorry you had to interfere earlier." He whispers, making sure not to wake up his students.

"It's okay. If I had it my way, we would've gone after them." You say. "I shot one."

"Uh huh," he pinches your cheek, "good job." You could feel his wide smile in the dark. "But Nanami was right, too. And I hate how upset I got.. it worried me that anybody could've gotten hurt." He now is looking up at the ceiling.

"I understand. I think you're valid for how you felt and so was Nanami." You answer back.

"We need to get rid of them before they hurt us." His jaw clenches, "I know Geto and he's not gonna stop."

"You really hate him." You say, more as a statement.

"More than anything. He changed. We used to be best friends, believe it or not."

"Really?" You say surprised. "Megumi said he got expelled so I just figured he was trouble from the start."

He scoffs, "Oh not at all. He used to keep me in line."

"Yeah I figured you were a bad student." You deadpan and he pinches you.

"He got into it with this girl and she put so many ideas into his head and did a whole 180." Satoru shook his head. "But it's still his fault for what he did."

"What'd he do?" You hesitated to even ask.

Satoru's breathing hitches and then continues, "He.. volunteered to go do some handyman work at this village, cause we needed community service," he begins, "but then he shot up the entire village and murdered everyone then ran away."

"Oh my god." You sit up, suddenly nauseous, you find your water bottle and take a small sip. "That's awful. I'm so sorry."

"Police couldn't find him. But he reached out to Shoko and I met up with them and.." he stops.

"It's okay, Satoru. You don't have to tell me." You place your hand on his arm.

"I asked him why he did what he did and he started saying all this bullshit, but I didn't turn him in. I let him go and I regret that everyday." He finishes.

"It was hard on you, you two were best friends. Don't blame yourself for what you didn't do."

"Now he never leaves us alone, and I'm putting you in danger too." He wipes his eyes.

"We'll get rid of him. I promise." You say firmly. Satoru looks down and you feel your hand getting wet. He tries to pull away from you, but you refuse and force him to look at you. "You're allowed to cry, Satoru. That doesn't make you weak." After you finished your sentence he pulls you in for a hug.

You allow him to cry quietly into you, you had never seen this side of him before. Satoru can't wrap his head around why he feels safe enough to cry in front of you. He had never cried in front of Geto, he had never cried in front of anyone.

He hugs you tighter and then lets go, his head finding itself in your lap, he hugs your legs and he tries to get his breathing back to normal.

"It's okay, Satoru." You whisper to him and run your fingers through his hair to calm him. "Let it out." You encourage.

He had been building up all of his stressors, never once letting himself cry even when he was by himself since the apocalypse had begun, but now it had been too much to hold in. He feels safe with you and it terrifies him.

A few more minutes go by and he deems himself better, he lifts his head and wipes the excess tears on you, "Sorry—" he begins to apologize but you stop him.

"Never apologize for how you're feeling. Ever." You sternly say to him and he quietly nods, blowing his nose in a napkin you found.

"Thank you. I think I needed that." He admits and sits close to you.

"No more bottling your emotions. You let them out whenever you want. You're not weak to me." You say.

His head falls onto your shoulder and he listens to your breathing. He's in trouble with how strongly he feels about you. You're what he thinks about before bed and you're back in there when he wakes up.

'It's a small crush, Satoru.' He keeps telling himself, but he knows it'll become more than that. He's never felt this way about somebody before.

"You tired?" His voice sounds raspy.

"A little." You nod. Satoru faces you as he laid down, his eyes were closed, he was so close to you that you could see his features briefly. He didn't reply back to you, but you recognized his steady breathing. He was asleep.

You push back a few hairs that had been tickling his nose, he was very handsome, no denying that. 'You can't be feeling like this.' You remind yourself.

[ultrone]

Can you describe the dynamics of jackienat?

I know it is not naty bully jackie and jackie start crying like people are characterizing it in their fic.

ofc 😁 i can write some bullet points on the way i see it

keep in mind that i haven’t had time to rewatch the show so maybe some details might be off lmaoo if there's anything i forgot to add u can lmk

i honestly don’t think they’d bully each other at all 😭 i see that more as a headcanon. i know that many people like to think that since nat is an “outcast” and jackie is the stereotypical popular blonde girl, they would pick on each other and stuff, but i disagree. although they do fit those stereotypes in terms of looks, that doesn't necessarily dictate their actions lmaoo.

on the show, you can see that most of the times that jackie was portrayed as a brat or an asshole was through shauna's perspective/narration or when she was calling everybody out for doing weird shit, like when the girls almost killed travis and then pretended that it didn't happen.

the one time i remember jackie being actually mean was when she lashed out and called nat a slut for sleeping with travis instead of getting food, which obviously was wrong because she was in fact mean, but haven’t we all lashed out at someone at some point? that doesn't mean u're a bad person 😭 this explains it more in-depth.

and in general, regardless of jackie's stubborn attitude when adjusting to the wilderness, you can see that she's a very nice person. for example, it's evident when she helped misty put on makeup and told her that she deserves to be loved, or when she gave her last piece of food to shauna cuz she was feeling sick. not only that, but most people also acknowledge that she's a nice person. for instance, when the girls were talking about excluding allie, someone said not to tell jackie about it, probably because she wouldn't be cool with doing that. the coach chose her as the team captain because she influences and motivates people. and when shauna noticed jackie's stubborn behavior after the crash and gave her the pep talk, she said, and i quote, that she “makes people feel like things are gonna be okay just by showing up, and her dumb hot awesome self" lmaoo 😭 that should be enough proof.

as for nat, i have nothing to say other than i think we can all agree with the fact that even though she puts up this strong and aloof facade, on the inside, she's very sweet and caring. despite being labeled as the "outcast" who engages in drugs, drinks, and possibly breaks the rules, it doesn't mean that she's a bully or anything of that sort. most of the times i recall her being mean or acting like an asshole were when she was defending herself because someone else had picked on her first. for instance, when tai would tease her about her addictions or when she threw the alcohol bottle at those guys who were teasing her and her friends, or during that fight with jackie, that jackie started. i know there might be other instances where she lashed out first, but i honestly don't remember right now 😭 nonetheless, i think y'all get what i'm trying to get at lmaoooo. i also don't think she'd bully anyone because she's just not that type of resentful outcasted bitch LMAOO. a proof of this is that she was always against the plan of excluding allie—and then confronted shauna about it at the bonfire when everyone started arguing 🥊🥊 my girl might be bold and blunt but she's mad chill and don't even argue with me about that 🙄

WITH THAT BEING SAID, taking all those things into account, i don't think either of them would bully the other for no reason, as they're not the type of people to go around bullying others for fun. just because nat is your stereotypical alternative rule breaker and jackie is your stereotypical hot popular girl, it's not a good enough reason to believe that they would bully each other.

NOW, let's talk about their relationship.

the initial interactions we witness between them, occurring both in the pilot and throughout the show, involve nat bringing some sense into jackie lmaoo. for instance, in the pilot, when jackie mentioned that allie's wound "might not be as bad as it looks," nat responded, "you could see her fucking bones, jackie." this highlights nat's unwillingness to indulge in jackie's optimistic—and perhaps slightly naive—outlook and shows her straightforward and blunt nature. so, right from the first episode, we start to see the contrast in their personalities.

then, the first direct interaction that we see between them is jackie telling her, "nat, i love that you don't care what anybody thinks, and you're so completely yourself." instead of viewing her as an outcast or teasing her due to her addictions like others do, jackie admires how she doesn't care about people's opinions, probably because jackie herself does care about what others think.

i don't recall seeing many (if any) deep conversations between jackie and nat that highlight their friendship more in-depth out in the wilderness. however, one thing i know for sure is that by the last episodes of the first season, jackie and nat are pretty much the only two team members not buying into lottie's beliefs. even if they did argue and have disagreements, what would have happened if nat had been present in the cabin during jackie and shauna's fight? in my opinion, nat would've definitely defended jackie. i know that there might've been some recent resentment toward jackie cuz she slept with travis the night before, but they share a similar perspective regarding not worshiping lottie, and we know about nat's blunt and outspoken nature, which contrasts with jackie's. nat would've seen jackie struggling without anyone defending her and would certainly voice her thoughts, especially when jackie confronted everyone about nearly killing travis, because nat would've agreed with her. not only that, but she could've even defended her from shauna. although it's technically none of her business, shauna was clearly coming at jackie out of jealousy, and even admitted that she slept with jeff and was pregnant with his baby. not a single person called shauna out on it, letting it slide due to their resentment toward jackie for calling them out on their weird-ass behaviour, but nat wasn't being blinded by that, because she didn't believe in that bs. i just know that nat wouldn't have let that slide. she would've shut shauna's and mari's ass in record time and left the cabin with jackie.

and nat was literally the only one who buried jackie's remains when no one else would, not even shauna, who was consumed by guilt for what happened to jackie.

if nat had intervened, jackie might probably still be alive, and we could've seen more of their friendship. perhaps they would've grown closer or formed an alliance of some sort, but i guess we'll never know 😔

[andersons-bayonettes]

I've been ranting to (and with) friends about the criminal lack of disabled readers or headcanons so buckle up people, this is gonna be one of my drabbles but with a hearing impaired Soap.

When you thought about it, it should have been pretty clear that John, as a demolition specialist, someone making and using bombs, specialised in tearing down any sort of obstacle, of all people in the military would most likely suffer consequences for his hearing. But it hadn't really struck you all that much, and neither had it him. In the military, everything was just fairly loud, so he didn't notice when he was back home on leave and you would call out to him, but he shrugged it off - he just wasn't used to the small voice you used with him.

It also didn't occur to you at first, but as the days passed he didn't get better, didn't adjust to your quietness, you were a bit confused. He usually adjusted fairly quick, but this time he wasn't, maybe it just took him longer? Another week passed and still nothing changed. You grew suspicious. John had mentioned having an irritating beep in his ear a lot when he was with you, but that was normal, right? And then you had mentioned it to John. John Price, that is, not your Johnny.

"He's not getting better even after weeks? Maybe you should go see a doctor. Just... Just to make sure. Soldiers tend to be easier affected by hearing loss anyways, and with him and his explosives? Take him to the doc, for me, will ya?"

And so you did. You had told Johnny not to worry when you took him to the city, having a nice date out, pulling him into a doctor's office in the middle of the day. You ha stood him to stay put in the waiting room, organizing everything yourself, you didn't want him to run in case he would realize. It was selfish and inconsiderate, but Price had asked you to, and you wanted to know. It would be better dealing with it together.

Johnny thought you had to go to the doctor yourself and was confused when they called his full name, instead of yours, but after you went into the room with him and the doc started with his exam, he realized what was happening. He felt a bit sad and disappointed you wouldn't talk to him first about this, he nearly shrugged the doctor off, if he hadn't seen your worried face.

"I'm sorry" was the first things the woman said, holding the results from the tests the nurse had done. "Your hearing is most definitely damaged because of your job. If you continue to work your current job, you will rapidly loose more of your hearing until eventually going deaf." Johnny simply stared at her so you stepped in. Even if you knew he would never ever drop his job as a soldier, his spot in the 141 being way too precious for him, you stepped forwards. "What if he stopped?" The woman looked at you then.

"No matter what you do, his hearing will decrease. How fast is the only variable in your decisions I'm afraid. I can get you a prescription for hearing aids, however you need to realize, even if you would continue your work, the military doesn't allow deaf soldiers. Once you pass a certain threshold, the military will drop you."

Johnny was mad. He was really mad. And you? You didn't really know what to feel. It was terrible. He would loose his hearing, his job and even his friends with it, considering most of them were in his task force. His dream destroyed itself. So you called Price and told him. He didn't have a lot to add, but he soothed you when mentioning Johnny avoiding you for the rest of the day. He was mad, confused. He would get his bearings.

That evening, you both were laying in your shared bed, back to back. He still hadn't acknowledged you. You were okay with it. It was your fault. You shouldn't have gone behind his back. Just when you wanted to apologize, tell him you were sorry for ruining his dream, he shifted, rolling over and looking at your back. "Can I hug you?"

His arms embraced you, as yours slid around his torso, one in his mohawk, one between his shoulder blades, as he started crying. "I don't want to loose my Ears, don't want to loose my dream." You teared up as well, as he cried, pouring you his heart out. "Don't want to not hear your voice anymore. I'll never hear you laugh again." You soothed him, telling him you had time.

"I'll never hear you say that you love me again"

He had resumed his job as long as he could. And you were there for him all the way. Years had passed, since you had gotten the diagnosis and today was the first day of his retirement. Early retirement, but retirement none the less. You smiled at him, ths small black knobs in his ears nearly looked like regular earphones he used to wear, as he closed the door behind him and the other men, smiling back at you.

You raised your hand, looking at the members of the 141 behind him, as your hands motioned your exact words. "Welcome home Johnny"

[worksby-gabriella]

Ours

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: The jury's out, but Y/N's choice is Eddie.

No specified gender for reader

A/N: I don't really love this, as I've said before. I'm goinna label it as a drabble but I'm probably gonna add more to it at some point soon when I actually KNOW WHAT TO FUCKING WRITE. 😄😭

Inspired by: Ours by Taylor Swift

Nancy is rambling on and on about something for the school paper in the journalism room, I wish I could listen and focus but instead I’m soaking up the stale morning air in the room. I spent the night with Eddie and I feel like that’s enough of an explanation on its own.  

  I’m reminiscing about last night’s venereal events when I’m snapped out of my haze by Nancy and Fred snapping their fingers at me, “Helloooo, earth to Y/N.”  

 I hear Nancy’s annoyed voice ring throughout the room, the silence is deafening.  

 I whip my eyes to hers as Fred joins into the conversation, “You were with the freak last night, weren’t you?”  

 His eyes look at me accusingly but I get defensive and ignore what he asked me, “Hey! Don’t call him that.”  

 I glance down at the typewriter I was working at, when I hear Nancy tsking and see her shaking her head slightly out of my peripheral vision.

 “What Nancy?” My voice comes out irritated because I know what she's getting at.  

 “I told you he’s a bad influence.”  She says in a mocking sing songy, I told you so tone.

 “I- What? N-” I start but Fred interrupts me.  

 “She’s got a point, you came in late today, you don't pay attention, you skip 4th period, and by the way we can see the hickey on your neck.”  

 I self-consciously tug up the neckline of my sweater, “That's not true, he just brings out a more contumacious side of me.”  

 “That's literally the definition of being a bad influence, Y/N.”  

 “Ugh. Not it’s not, he makes me more outgoing, I feel excited and giddy around him. Plus, I love him.” I stick out my tongue at my two friends and they lay off a bit, laughing at my childish antics.  

 Speaking of Eddie, I start to feel a sense of longing for him in this very moment. Ever since I’ve met him, I feel this constant sense of boredom when he's not around. He makes me feel alive and exhilarated. If he were here right now, we’d be laughing our asses off at everyone’s too serious expressions.  

 I feel myself smiling like an idiot at my thoughts, and glance up at the clock eager to see Eddie once again.  

 “Alright everyone, it’s 10:30! Time to wrap it up! For the long of God please make sure all your pieces have been written by tomorrow or principal Higgens will have my ass!” I yell out to everyone as they start packing up their stuff and heading out the door.  

 I’m one of the first to leave and as soon I exit the doors a pair of hands wraps around my waist, spinning me towards them. I come face to face with a smiley Eddie. My lips immediately separate and form a wide toothy grin. He pulls me closer as I laugh. Our noses are touching and he whispers, “There’s my little writer.” against my lips before giving me a quick peck on the lips.

 He pulls away as I say, “Well hello to you too, Mr. Munson.”  

 We start to walk down the Hall as he wraps a protective arm around my shoulder.

 “You know, sweetheart, I’m actually kind of digging this whole sexy teacher thing you have going on.”  

 “What do mean?” There’s a humorous tone in my voice.  

 “I was watching you through the window on the door. You’re all walking around revising people’s work, directing them, dismissing them.”  

 “You're crazy, Munson.”  

 “Only about you, Y/N, only about you. Almost makes me want to join the school paper.”

 I’m laughing and Eddie is watching me with a content smile. I notice people are watching me and him walk together. It’s not unusual for this to occur, when people found out about me and Eddie, they were nothing short of shocked. Hawkins High had an idea of me, an idea that couldn't be any more different than the idea they had of Eddie.  

 Their idea of me is very clean. I’m a good student, I get good grades, I abide by the rules, I’m innocent in every way possible, I’m soft, a people pleaser if you will. I’m nothing more than good. Their idea of Eddie is extremely tainted. He’s not the brightest, he’s a rule breaker, he’s a stoner, he’s rough, he simply didn’t care. Where they right? Perhaps they were but that doesn't mean someone like me can’t love Eddie, and that Eddie is crazy in every way. You know what they say, opposites attract.

 “They're staring again.”  

 “Hm, I guess they are.”  

 I hide my face in the crook of his arm not liking the attention.  

 “Well then let’s give them something to watch.” There’s a mischievous glint in his eye.  

 “Eddie-” 

  He cuts me off, kissing me once again, his lips move in sync with mine, and I can feel the tips of his tongue start to nudge my lip, asking for permission to enter my mouth. His hand moves down my shoulder to my waist, pulling me closer as we stop walking all together. I hear movement stop in the hallway and the nose level gets slightly more hushed. His hand travels back up my back and into the hair at the back of my head, twisting in my hair. One of my hands is grasping his bicep for leverage as the other holds my notebook. I let out a whimper, only quiet enough for to Eddie hear.  

 Before Eddie this wasn’t my thing, PDA that is, but since him, all I want is for him to act on his desires at any moment. It makes me giddy when I think about him wanting others to know about us, he wants poeple to know I'm his and he's mine. I think it's sweet, and like, insanely hot.

 He finally pulls away, leaving me to hope we’ll resume this rendezvous later, in private. His lips are ever so slightly smudge with my pink lip-gloss and I can just feel how swollen my lips are, “What were you saying?” He asks me, smugly.  

 I shake my head, moving his hand back to my shoulder, “real smooth, love.”  

 People carry on with their judgmental looks and Eddie knows it’s making me conscious because he tips my head up with his free hand, “Hey sweetheart, people only care so much because they love to be envious when others are happy. Or at least I hope your happy.”  

 He adds that last part to lighten the mood.

 “of course, you make me happy.”  

 He gives me a warm smile as I continue on, “People love to throw rocks at things that shine.”  

 “Exactly. And don’t you worry your pretty little mind because we are carrying on that little stunt later.” He winks at me pulling away, and slyly slaps my ass as we arrive at my next class.  

[streets-in-paradise]

what do u think Achilles'(and Patroclus',if u don't mind)turn-offs in a girl would be??

p.s.im once again gonna that I'm obsessed with everything u post n ur writing style <3

Awww thank you so much 💕

Ohh, you added baby boy Patroclus for this one!

Don't worry, I love him too.

Since he is the new one, let's start with him:

I think he hates selfish people in general. Canonically in the film, he lost his life to the selfishness of Achilles not wanting to help out the greeks to survive. Boy was so angry and then got yelled at with a " go to your room!" dad-like tone.

Patroclus as a character often reflects all the noble virtues Achilles actually values, but can't mantain by himself because his lifetime of war took that chance from him. When one wonders, in the context of the film, why did he allow him to travel with him if he didn't consider he was ready to fight?

The same reason Gandalf picked Bilbo for the adventure ( at least what he said to Galadriel in the first Hobbit film)

Moral uplift, he brings him hope. His innocence can sometimes become naivety, but to some extent is a comfort thinking the next generation of heroes would do better. He genuinely wants Patroclus to do better than him.

In more modern terms: the Achllles and Patroclus of the film sometimes have the dynamic of MCU Tony Stark and Peter Parker.

Back to the point, Pat's dislikes:

A spoiled noble girl with no regards for her people, thinking herself too above the others. Liars, or people who aren't true to themselves. Being underestimated, or seeing people facing any sort of underestimation. Patronizing attitudes, people telling him what to do.

For Achilles, i think one is shallow women. My dude was having philosophical theology arguments with the priestess in the film, he likes deepness.

When not going batshit insane for the death of a loved one and tossing any glimpses of a moral code from the board of his ship, he tends to despise cruelty. Let's imagine he is meeting a woman and everything seems to go great, but as a guest on her home he sees her going a bit too harsh on her slaves. Reasonless cruelty would make him loose interest.

Some other points to consider :

-Being forced to change for the sake of the relationship when he haven't started to do the change himself. Not like being held accountable for his actions, I mean something like someone wanting to turn him into someone else away from his range of choice.

-Anything Agamemnon would like in a woman.

This is all I can think for now, but I will add to this post if more occures to me.

[mamirhodessxox]

His Strange Addiction

Pt 1, Pt2, Pt3.

I would also like to add that I have experienced family death & I often put my personal life into my writing to be connected to my work but also to remind people that it hurts but always gets better.

Cody RhodesxFem Wrestler!OC (Milena Reyz)

Desc: Milena is getting quite sick of Bianca eying her soon to be husband almost everyday so she takes it upon herself to be involved in a wrestling match with Bianca on Monday night raw & show exactly who Cody belongs, after their messy match Jey decides to be jerry springer for the day and start drama before the couple flies out to Georgia, but more unfortunate mishaps are to come, but there are brighter sides to this chapter.

Contents: Angst, Fluff, Arguing, Milena serving cunt, Cody being a whore for Milena, Mentions of insecurity, 1 Year time skip, slightly toxic duo, Violence, Mentions of death, MMMAAARRIIAAGGEEE, implications of smut, FINGERING FINGERING FINNGEERRIINGG IN PUBLIC, Cody is a WHHOOORREEEEE!!!!.

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Milena stood there while Cody held out an arm in front of her given the fact he JUST got her to calm down the night before about Bianca being the problem within their relationship despite no affairs occurring, “Jey man what the fuck? You know Milena will absolutely rip Bianca’s throat open if she got the chance” Bianca scoffed and tried speaking but Cody glared holding out a finger “You shut the fuck up and sit there.” Milena stood behind his arm glaring down Bianca, Just as Jey was about to explain himself he was cut iff, “How’s your marriage going Bia? Miserable I assume? Boring? It has to be one of those if you’re trying to fuck up a relationship that’s about to turn into marriage.” Cody pinched the bridge of his nose while Jey spoke “Milena Cody, I brought you both here to try and uhhh- resolve whatever tension is happening between you & Bianca.” Cody groaned out into his hand squeezing his eyes shut “This cannot be fucking real right now Jey.” Milena glared and looked over at cody who looked at her and shook his head.

Milena nodded and decided to be the bigger person & just leave the suite with Cody following behind, Now would probably be the best time to book it to the airport so they agreed on doing just that, The wedding was just around the corner & it was planned perfectly, Milenas Mother was extremely ill & struggling but Cody insisted that she would attend the wedding & walk her down the isle Atleast before she passes.

Unfortunately while they were at the airport Milena sat in the cafeteria while Cody went to go fetch her a drink & got a random phone call from her Father, so, she picked up & almost immediately knew what it was about before her dad even shared the news, Milena’s Mother decided it was her time to be at peace when she was resting, She had finished up the phone call & Just as Cody came back he could tell by her body language she knew something bad happened, so he wrapped her in his arms and rested his chin on-top of her head while she let out all of her tears, Cody cleared his throat “Why don’t we go somewhere quieter alright?” She nodded up against his chest before he walked her into a more silent area.

“Tell me what happened sweetheart c’mon” he cupped her face with a frown but all the poor thing could get out was ‘It’s mom’ but he knew exactly what she meant, He read her mind & knew her like the back if his two bare hands “it’s gonna’ be okay angel, she’s in a much more better place and is at piece.” He mumbled before running his hand down her spasming back, It was finally time to board the plane so Cody held her close & walked back to where they needed to be & started boarding completely disregarding the food she was supposed to snack on.

The entire plane trip was miserable for Milena, her world felt like a disaster, her mother was her only best-friend aside from cody. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do without her mama being there for her little girls wedding. The moment Milena stepped foot on Georgia grounds with cody and made their way home she was completely silent, she couldn’t even look at her phone, It took hours to get back to GA and it was the most miserable flight for her ever in her life.

When they got back home & drove to their shared house Cody held onto her hand placing kisses on-top of it “y’kay baby?” She would let out a short hum followed by her shoulders shrugging, she didn’t even know if the wedding still went on but she also knew it would cost more money to reschedule since half of the area where it was being held was already set up and ready to go.

3 days passed by & it was officially wedding day, a day to be remembered and celebrated by Cody & Mills, Cody offered his mother to walk her down the isle but she politely rejected, he & his mom it wasn’t at all personal, Milena stood in her little dressing area until Becky & Liv walked in since they were her bridesmaids and wrapped her in a hug before liv Adjusted her hair “Your mother won’t be here presently but she will be here spiritually, so you’re gonna go out there, become a fucking rhodes, kick ass and get married got it?” Milena let out a laugh nodding while Becky grabbed her wedding dress “Now let’s get you ready before cody starts glitching out & busts in here.” She smiled as she helped Milena put on her dress & slide the garter up her thigh.

Liv smiled at her through the mirror “You’re a fucking goddess mills.” she laughed placed the viel on top of her head “mkay mills, me & becky are gonna get dressed and we’re gonna hit the isle.” She nodded and held out a thumbs up “see you guys out there.” A few minutes after the girls left Cody came in with her 4 year old niece in his arms who had his eyes covered “Cody what is this?” She laughed before walking over to him “Well I know you don’t want me to see the dress but your niece insisted on seeing you so she’s covering my eyes” Milena laughed and kissed the tip of her nieces nose “Your do silly Kelsey.” The little girl giggled and held up her flower basket that she was in charge of “I also wanted to let you know i’m very impatient so let’s speed it up so I can marry you, kay?” She laughed and kissed his cheek “Yeah okay Cody, now out with you!” She turned him around and pushed him out the door and shut it.

A few minutes later Liv & Becky returned to retrieve Milena, She hand her niece walk ahead of her before she started walking the isle while the girls started to line up, She smiled at Cody while his best man Jey of course slapped his back getting excited meanwhile Cody was already crying and wiping of his face until Milena stood in-front of him. They held hands & faced each other while the officiate of the ceremony had Cody start with his vows, Cody cleared his throat while her niece hugged onto his leg, “Jesus Mills I have a little bit too much to say but i’m gonna keep it easy for you, Sweetheart every day spent with you adds 30 more years to my life and I have no idea on how that works but it does, I have so many plans for us in the future, You’re probably the most gorgeous person in the world and it genuinely feels like a privilege to be marrying you today, I’ve never felt more grateful until now where you decided to marry me & start a family with me.” He finished while Milena teared up but he pulled out a handkerchief and tapped her tears away while Milena started speaking “I don’t even know what to say Cody, I’m so glad we were able to find each other again & even start things over, You’re what makes me believe in soulmates, I believe everything we’ve been through since 9 years ago was needed for us to be here where we are today in this very moment, every time I’m with you I can’t help but think about the moments we’ll share together.” She smiled while he kissed her hand.

The moment was so pure that even Jey himself started crying & covered his face trying to cover up sone sobs with coughs, as Cody & Milena shared their I do’s and swore themselves to each other Cody finally got the moment he had been waiting for to really tie the not, He scooted her viel out of the way and pulled her in for a passionate kiss that got everyone to start clapping, Milena placed her hand on the back of his neck and pulled away to pick up her niece smiling while her father went up and gave her a quick hug before Becky & Liv pulled her away to get changed into a more loose comforting dress before the after party.

The night was still so young and exciting, all of the kids that were brought to the wedding were excited & having a blast until they had to be removed from the dance floor so cody could remove Mills garter from her thigh, She sat down in a chair while the DJ explained the rules to Cody which made him not and get on his knees before going under her dress “Not the first time i’ve been in this position.” Everyone heard Jey cackle and clap from all the way in the back while Milena slapped his shoulder laughing before he clasped the lace inbetween his teeth along with her panties causing her to choke on her own spit while Cody hummed against her thigh and pulled it all the way down her leg and placed a kiss on the side of her ankle before standing up swinging the garter around while swiftly putting the panties swiftly into his pocket while nobody was looking while Milena laughed and stood up giving him a kiss, while Cody leaned into her ear whispering “Wearing lace panties makes it obvious for me to see that your wet by the way sweetheart.” She widened her eyes & looked at him while he smiled cockily before tossing the garter into the mens crowd while one of his groomsmen caught it before Milena sat at their designated table with Cody following along.

He sat directly next to her and kissed her before running his hand up her dress “Cody-“ he shushed her and shook his head “Your going to be a good girl & be quiet okay? Let me do my thing sweetheart.” She sighed nodding until she felt him shove his two fingers inside of her so she quickly grabbed her wine glass and took a sip trying to control her moans but he didn’t allow that to happen, He curled his fingers while kissing her neck while he started pumping them in & out of her at a fast pace, her eyes became glazed over & cody grabbed her face pulling her into a kiss while mumbling against her mouth about how she was such a good girl for him & how she was taking him so fucking good.

He pulled his fingers out and patted her clit a few times which caused her body to spasm a bit and moan against his lips, luckily the music was loud enough & nobody was paying attention or bothering them, “gonna cum for me sweet girl?” He asked her in a taunting expression while she whimpered nodding her head so he plunged his fingers back into her pussy & grinned as she laid her face into his shoulder biting down on her lips while she started clenching around his fingers & let out a breathy moan the moment she hit her climax and started cumming, “Good fucking girl baby ‘m so proud of you.” She sat up properly and wiped off her eyes and glared at him jokingly “Your such a fucking asshole.” He hummed in response and kissed her smiling

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