#And my dad wonders why take a long time getting homework done

[yourlocalsonia2]

Tbh I would have such a better time in school if I wasn't forced to take a spanish class that erased my study period (i used to be a A's and B student but now I have 3 c's, 2 b's and only 1 A)

[rubyreduji]

a sheep in wolf's clothing — kmg

summary: kim mingyu is the biggest player on campus, so why is he coming to you for sex help

tags: smut (minors dni!), college!au, inexperienced!mingyu, tutor!reader warnings: explicit protected sex, biting, hair pulling, fingering, attempted oral (f. receiving), mingyu is called puppy, pussy drunk mingyu, subby!mingyu, choking, praise, bondage/restraints, minor overstimulation wc: 7.2k an: the build up is kinda long and this is a lot longer than i was expecting it to be…but yay! gyu smut!

It’s early winter when Mingyu approaches you one day after a tutoring session. Finals are coming up soon, and after it will be winter break.

“Mingyu?” You look at him curiously.

Mingyu bows low to you. “Y/N-ah, please help tutor me in sex.”

You stare at him incredulously. What did he just say to you?

You smack him upside the head. “You idiot! You can’t just ask people that.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I just thought, well, you’ve been so nice about tutoring me with my classes that maybe you could help me with this as well.” There’s a guilty look on Mingyu’s face.

“Sex and algebra are not the same thing! You can’t just go around asking people to teach you about sex. It’s weird.”

“I’m sorry!”

“What are you going on about anyway? You’re like the biggest player I know. Girls are always lining up to hop on your dick.”

Your crude choice of words makes Mingyu blush, like he didn’t just ask you to sleep with him. “It’s never…good, when I do it,” he admits in a small voice. “I just thought maybe I could figure out why.”

Kim Mingyu is bad at having sex? That’s hilarious.

The other thing you don’t get though, is why you? You don’t have enough hands to count the number of people you know who have crushes on Mingyu. So why is he asking you to help him with this? You shake your head, it doesn’t matter, you’re not going to say yes. 

You guess this may need some kind of context.

Right after midterms Mingyu approached you one day.

“Y/N.” You looked up to see Kim Mingyu standing in front of you.

You don’t really talk to Kim Mingyu. He’s in your seminar class and you know who he is, but you’re not really someone who is on his radar. He’s a frat boy and on the basketball ball team and hangs out with all of the people you try to generally avoid. Not that you don’t like Mingyu, he’s…sweet, just not someone you would go out of your way to spend time with.

“Mingyu?”

“Hi. I have a question. You’re smart right?”

“Is that the question?”

“What? Oh- no, no! I guess that was more of a segue into my actual question.”

“Which is…?”

“Oh right. I’m kind of failing a couple of classes and was wondering if maybe you could help tutor me? I can pay you if needed!”

“What subjects do you need help with?”

“Biology and Algebra. If I don’t pass I don’t graduate and then my dad’s gonna kill me.” Mingyu looks guilty and you sigh. Biology and Algebra are both freshman gen eds, but it’s not uncommon for people to push them back until their later years of college, which Mingyu must have done, and now he's struggling to pass them.

It was…a bit pathetic, if you're being honest, but you also feel a bit bad for the guy. Which is why you find yourself agreeing to help him out. 

“I’m here! I’m here!” Mingyu comes rushing up to your table in the library. His face is red from exertion and papers are starting to spill out of his unzipped backpack.

You slide your headphones off your head to cast a glance at Mingyu from the corner of your eye. “You’re ten minutes late.”

“I know, I’m sorry! I promise I have a good reason though!” Mingyu takes a seat across from you.

“I don’t really care to hear it. Let’s just get started, yeah?” You shut the lid to your laptop, putting your own homework to the side. “What are you struggling with?”

“...all of it? I don’t know how to do any of it and both of my teachers hate me!”

You sigh. Mingyu better be paying you good money for this.

You spend the rest of your day with Mingyu in the library. He’s…not as helpless as you thought he would be, in all honesty he’s not dumb, he really just does need the extra help. Maybe new professors as well. The topics are easy for you to pick back up even though it’s been a while since you’ve studied them.

You take your time explaining them to Mingyu in a way that makes sense to him. You sit there with him as he works on his overdue homework, helping him when he needs it. You’re surprised that he can still turn the work in but he then tells you he was able to get an extension on it so he can graduate and stay on the basketball team. Stupid basketball bastard.

It’s going on four hours of sitting in the library when Mingyu starts to get unbearably antsy (he got regular antsy within the first thirty minutes of sitting down). You can tell he’s not going to be able to do much work anymore so you start to pack up your things.

“Wait, we’re not done!”

“I know, but Rome wasn’t built in a day.”

“What does that even mean?”

You huff. “It’s going to take time to work on this. It’s not a one and done kind of thing. We can meet later in the week if you want but you’re not putting out your best work right now so let’s quit for the day, okay?”

“Yeah, okay, I guess you’re right.” Mingyu starts to pack up his things as well. “Thank you for your help so far though, I’m really starting to get it.”

“I’m glad. You’re smart Mingyu, you just need some help, and that’s what I’m here for.” You smile at him and Mingyu smiles at you back.

“No one’s ever called me smart before.”

“No one’s ever believed in you before,” you say with a shrug. Simple as that. You will admit you didn’t have much faith at the start either, but even in just four hours you saw the improvement in him. If only his professors could have just as much faith in him.

That was two months ago. You will say Mingyu’s grades have steadily been improving, enough that he’s not failing anymore and actually understands what’s happening on his tests, so he’s not wrong about you being a good tutor. You just weren’t expecting it to lead to…whatever he’s asking of you now.

Now that you think about it, a lot of your interactions make sense now that you're aware of his…lack of skills in the bedroom.

“So what’s the question you’re looking at?”

Mingyu turns his laptop to you so you can look over the question. You lean in closer to look at it properly before reaching over Mingyu to grab his scrap paper.

“Uh…”

“Yes?” You look at the boy.

“You’re just…really close.”

You roll your eyes and pull back. “Does a woman’s touch scare you Mingyu?”

“No! That’s not what I mean,” he pouts a bit. “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“I don’t bite Mingyu. You’re the one who asked me to look over the question.”

“I know! I just-, nevermind. Can you just help me with the answer?”

That wasn’t the only instance like that. There was also that time he tried to buy you dinner and you teased him so badly he went home instead. You didn’t think you were actually flustering him. But it seems lately you can’t assume anything from Mingyu.

“Why did your stupid best friend ask me to help him with his stroke game?”

“He WHAT?!” Wonwoo chokes on his lunch as you sit down next to him. You know Wonwoo from some of your honors classes so you’re not sure why Mingyu didn’t ask him to tutor him but you can’t worry about that now.

“I’ve been tutoring him for two months now and he’s now asked me to tutor him on how to be good in bed. Every girl on his campus worships the ground he walks on and are all dying to get in his pants and you’re telling me he can’t even lick a pussy?”

Wonwoo snorts at your words. “Trust me, all of those girls have got him all wrong. That sexy cool guy act is just that, an act. They just want to think he’s like that. He’s actually a giant idiot who thinks he can get anything he wants by whining and using puppy dog eyes.”

“So you’re saying he can’t pleasure a girl because he’s a loser?”

“Basically. Anyone claiming to have hooked up with Mingyu are either too obsessed with the idea of Mingyu himself to admit it was bad, or haven’t even been with him and just want to brag. He’s not the player he wants people to think he is.”

“That doesn’t explain why he’s asking me for help.”

Wonwoo sighs, like he doesn’t want to tell you what he is about to. “You hooked up with one of our friends last semester and he may have bragged a bit about it and ever since the whole friend group now has this idea you’re some…sex deity or something.”

Now it’s your turn to snort at Wonwoo. “Excuse me? Sex deity, yeah right. I guess if we’re talking about DK then it makes sense. Kissing and telling is totally not cool though,” you scoff. “Wait- did Mingyu ask me to tutor him just because he wanted me to teach him how to be good at sex?”

“I do know for a fact that Mingyu is failing his classes, but I cannot confirm or deny if he had ulterior motives for asking you for help. I did tell him I wouldn’t give him help though. I gave up on trying to help him out freshman year.”

“This is crazy,” you mutter.

“So I’m assuming you told him no?” Wonwoo raises an eyebrow at you.

“Unlike some people, I don’t kiss and tell. Whether any ‘kissing’ happens or not.” With that you stand and walk away from Wonwoo.

The true answer is, you haven’t decided. You were so sure when he first asked you that it was going to be a no, but now you’ve hesitated giving him a solid answer for so long that you’re starting to question your own choices. 

For one thing, you haven’t been laid since last semester when you hooked up with DK, which was seven months ago. You also like Mingyu. You’re not sure if you have any romantic feelings for him, but you for sure like hanging out with him as a friend, and you do trust him. He’s also, objectively, very attractive. Even if you’ve seen him trip over air before. You’d just be helping out a friend. How is it any different than what you’ve been doing?

It’s also the end of the semester. In reality anything goes wrong you can just ignore him until you graduate. It wouldn’t be that hard. There’s really no harm in just trying…right?

“Y/N.” You’re not expecting to see Mingyu at your apartment doorstep two weeks later. You avoided Mingyu during finals week and you haven’t had a reason to see him since the semester ended.

“Mingyu?”

“I just wanted to come here and apologize for what I said to you. It was completely inappropriate and I never meant to make you uncomfortable. I know you probably don’t want to see me anymore but I just wanted to thank you for helping me this semester. This is for you.” Mingyu holds out a small gift bag to you that you take tentatively.

Mingyu is about to start to walk away but you stop him. “Would you like to come inside?”

Mingyu hesitates, like you’re testing him. Eventually he allows himself to step through the threshold. He’s been to your place plenty of times within the last eight weeks, but right now he’s acting like this is the most uncomfortable place he could be right now.

“I talked to Wonwoo about you,” you tell him.

“O-oh…? Did he uhm, say anything?”

“He said lots of things, nothing too noteworthy though. Didn’t know DK had such a big ass mouth though.”

“It wasn’t because of DK why I asked you!” Mingyu jumps in to say, his voice raised all of a sudden. “Sorry I just, I don’t want you to think that I think of you like that?”

“So you don’t think I’d be good at sex?”

“What? No, wait! I do! No that I think about you having sex. Well I guess I do? Because I asked you? But not in that way. I do think you’re hot! I just-”

“Breathe Mingyu,” you laugh. “I’m messing with you.”

“DK isn’t why I asked you, I asked you because well, I trust you.” Mingyu’s voice is softer now and you can’t help but find him cute in this moment. “I understand why you don’t want to though, and-”

“I never said I didn’t want to, Mingyu.” Mingyu’s mouth drops open a bit. He suddenly looks invested in what you have to say. “I just needed time to think.”

“So…what did all of your thinking decide?”

“I think that you should come over here and kiss me.” It’s bold. Mingyu doesn’t hesitate to do so, though.

He’s on you within a second, his body dwarfing yours as he pushes his mouth up against yours. You two stay like that for a moment before you pull away.

“Okay, you definitely need help.”

Mingyu whines. “Already? I thought at least I was a good kisser.”

“What girls are lying to you?”

You realize that this is going to be a lot more difficult than you were expecting. Mingyu is truly inexperienced. It’s going to be awkward and a lot of stopping and starting but you’re committed now so if Mingyu doesn’t come out of this his own kind of sex deity, you’re going to be so mad at him.

“You’re too rough. You need to build it up. Girls like being able to be eased into things. You can be soft even when your dick’s not, right?” You two have relocated to your couch where you sit facing each other.

“Softer….okay. Can I try again?”

“Eager to kiss me again?”

“Y/N,” Mingyu whines.

“Fine, fine, come here.”

This time Mingyu’s approach is…softer. It’s also rigid as hell. It’s like kissing a dead fish.

“Mingyu.”

“What now? I’m doing what you said!”

“You’re doing nothing! You’re just sitting there. You have to at least put some effort into it, be interested.”

“Be interested, but don’t be over eager. How do I do that?”

You huff. “Just, let me take the lead. But please kiss back this time.”

You scoot closer to Mingyu to the point you’re almost on his lap. You cup his face and pull him towards you. He feels more loose, which is a good start. You press your lips to his you can feel Mingyu hesitate a moment before finally pressing back. It isn’t too firm and you slide your lips over his. You can hear the soft smacking noises of your lips and you rub your thumb over Mingyu’s cheek.

When you pull away Mingyu looks at you with wide eyes. “That was…so cool.”

You snort. “Cool?”

“I’ve never kissed like that.”

“I can tell.”

“Hey!”

“That’s how most girls want to be kissed, at first at least. Then when things feel right, you can start to deepen it. Get a little more passionate,” you explain.

“What do I do with my hands?” You get flashbacks to past tutoring sessions with Mingyu. You tell him something and he has thirty questions to follow.

“You just touch. Her back, her cheeks, her neck, her waist. Maybe her thigh. Have you never made out with a girl before? You have had sex before haven’t you?”

“Yes! It just was always super rushed and half drunk. I’ve never cum from a girl, and a girl has never cum from me.”

“That’s…sad, but we’re going to fix that. Also stop having drunk sex.” 

“Is that why I can’t cum?”

“It’s probably because you’re doing something wrong. And we’re going to figure it out,” you tell him. “Now that you can kiss properly, let’s move on to the next part. Making out.”

“Isn’t that the same as kissing?”

“No. Kissing is soft, slow, innocent. Making out is more intimate and passionate. It’s the real build up into doing other things.” Without warning you crawl into Mingyu’s lap and plop yourself down. “Want me to show you?” 

Mingyu’s pupils widen and he nods. “Please.”

You pull Mingyu into you by the back of his neck and smash your lips together. You press up against him, pushing him against the back of the couch. You move your lips against his. You feel Mingyu gently place his hands on your waist before kissing you back. His lips slide against yours, meeting your pace.

You break away from Mingyu for a second to catch your breath before diving right back in. It’s not the most experienced kissing, your teeth clash together and your noses keep bumping, but the passion makes up for it. You bury your fingers into the hair on the back of Mingyu’s head and you tug at it a bit and Mingyu mewls into your mouth.

“You like that?” You whisper to Mingyu and he nods frantically. Mingyu goes in to kiss you again but you stop him. “Eager are we? Remember, this is a teaching lesson, so you’re here to learn.”

“Y-yes Y/N.”

“Good boy.” Mingyu shudders at this and you smirk. “Next step is touching. Do you wanna touch me, Mingyu?” You ask and you swear to God Mingyu whines.

“Yes. Please let me touch you.”

“Where do you wanna touch, puppy?” The nickname slips out, but you can’t help it. That’s exactly what Kim Mingyu is. An eager, adorable little puppy. Mingyu seems to like it too, considering his physical reaction to being called the name.

“Anywhere, everywhere. Wherever you’ll let me Y/Nie.” He’s practically squirming under you, and you can already feel his bulge starting to strain against his pants under you.

“Well go ahead,” you tell him. “Touch me where you want to.”

With shaky arms Mingyu lifts his hands up to your breasts. He hesitates for a second and you nod at him and he pushes them forward, cupping your boobs in his palms. He squeezes there as he stares at his hands, like he can’t believe this is happening.

“Softer,” you tell him as you cover his hands with yours. You show him the right amount of pressure to squeeze with. “Here.” You push his hands off before pulling your shirt over your head so your bra is exposed and Mingyu’s eyes widen, staring at your cleavage.

He brings his hands up again to touch you. His fingertip traces along the top of your breast, before taking the whole thing in his hand. He paws at you and you let out a soft moan. This seems to encourage Mingyu and he kneads at your tit more, thumb brushing over the swell of it.

“Put it together with the kissing,” you tell him. Mingyu leans forward and you connect your lips. Your hand rests on his jaw as you guide the kiss. You push your tongue into Mingyu’s mouth and he lets you.

One of his hands continues to work at your boob, while the other runs up and down your back. It seems he’s getting more comfortable with you and the whole situation. You roll your hips in his lap, grinding down on his cock and he hisses. You giggle to yourself.

Mingyu’s hand moves down off your boob and trails down your torso before reaching around you. Both of his large hands clamp down on your ass, squeezing there. You moan into his mouth. Bold move. You throw your head back and Mingyu takes that opportunity to move his mouth down to your neck.

He presses kiss and bites against the exposed skin, licking the marks after he bites down. Just a big ole puppy.

“Mm, Gyu,” you mumble. “You’re doing so good right now. You’ve always been a fast learner though.”

“Only when it’s you,” Mingyu says against your neck.

Mingyu’s mouth moves farther and farther down until his lips press up against your breasts. He bites down particularly hard on your right one and you let out a cry of pleasure. “Shit, Mingyu.”

“S-sorry,” Mingyu pulls back quickly but you shove him right back where he was.

“No, don’t stop. So good.”

Mingyu seems to get what you mean and he continues what he was doing, biting and kissing all over your chest. His hands move up your back and you can feel him grab the clasp of your bra, but stop before doing anything. He’s waiting for permission. What a good boy.

“Go ahead Mingyu,” you tell him and two seconds later your bra is on the floor.

“Oh fuck, Y/N,” Mingyu’s hips buck up into yours as he stares at your exposed breasts. Your nipples are perky and staring straight at Mingyu. He stares right back.

“Well go on, touch ‘em.”

Mingyu brings his hand up and brushes his thumb over your nipple and you whine and push forward into his hand. This excites Mingyu and he does it again. He squeezes at the supple flesh there, watching the way his large hand envelopes your tit.

Your other boob is left untouched and Mingyu seems to realize this and he leans his head down to wrap his lips around your areola. His tongue darts out to flick at your nipple and you grind your hips down, your pussy screaming from the feeling of his hot mouth on your breast.

You throw your head back again and bury your hands into his hair, holding him in place as he feasts on your chest. You’ve never been too big on marks, but you find you can’t tell Mingyu to stop as he gnaws on your chest. 

It takes you a minute or two to remember that you’re doing this for a reason. You do your best to try and clear your head as you push Mingyu away from you. “You’re…very good at that,” you say, trying to catch your breath.

“You’re so pretty Y/N,” Mingyu whispers to you as his thumb brushes against your waist. “Especially like this.” You look down to see the red marks starting to form on your chest.

“There's more to learn, pup,” you tell him. “You’re doing so good for me right now though.” 

“Wanna learn more. Wanna do more.”

“First step is to get you out of this.” You tug at Mingyu’s shirt and he helps you pull it over his head.

You take a moment to stare at his bare chest. You’re aware he’s a fit, good looking guy, but you’re still stunned at what you see. His pecs are huge and his abs are like a washboard. You wanna drool all over his stomach. You can do that later, you have a task at hand right now.

“You know how to touch a pussy Mingyu?” You ask him.

Mingyu looks alarmed at your boldness and he averts his eyes from you. “Uhm…no.”

“That’s okay baby,” you grab his chin and force him to look at you again, “I’m gonna teach you all about it.”

You climb off his lap and Mingyu whines as you do. He shuts up real quick when he sees you shimmying out of your pants. You nod at him to do the same and Mingyu quickly pushes his pants down his legs and kicks them onto the floor.

You have a better view of his bulge this way, and you can already tell he’s huge. His cock presses tight up against his boxers, begging to be freed and played with. You push Mingyu back onto the couch and crawl back onto his lap, hovering over his thighs.

You slowly lower yourself down against him and grind your cunt against his length. Mingyu whimpers below you as you roll your hips in slow, teasing motions. You can feel almost everything with there only being two thin layers between you two. Your panties are already damp with your arousal and you stare at Mingyu in the eyes as you move against him.

“It’s so warm,” Mingyu mumbles.

“I’m wet. You did that pup. You’re gonna make it happen even more though, yeah?” Mingyu nods at you. “You know where the clit is?”

Mingyu doesn’t respond and that gives you your answer. You grab Mingyu’s hand and place it against your cunt. Mingyu’s face goes through multiple emotions before settling on one of amazement. You press two of his fingers against you until they catch on your clit. You stifle a moan as you start to move Mingyu’s fingers in small circles.

“Feel that? That’s the clit. Keep touching there.” Mingyu seems hesitant to do so, though.

“I don’t wanna do it wrong,” he tells you.

You grind your cunt down against his hand. “If you do it wrong I’ll tell you, but you better start touching me now or I’m kicking you out and getting myself off.” 

This sets Mingyu in motion and he starts to move your clit around in circles. His touch is still a bit shy at first, light and fleeting and almost not enough, like he’s teasing you.

“More,” you tell him. You reach down and press his fingers hard against you. “Firm, but not harsh.”

“It’s so wet,” Mingyu says. He’s right. Your panties are soaked through now and you can feel the roughness of the pads of his fingertips against you.

“Yeah,” you sigh, “super turned on. Gonna need you to finger me soon.” 

“F-finger you?”

“Mhmm,” you hum. “It’s easy, don’t worry. Just keep touching me like this for now.”

You lean down and capture Mingyu’s lips again. It takes him a moment to double task kissing you and touching your clit but he eventually gets the hang of it. You take one of Mingyu’s lips between your own and suck on it, pulling it into your mouth before releasing it and doing it all over again.

Mingyu moans and his fingers accidently press harder against your clit, causing you to moan as well. 

“Fuck, do that again,” Mingyu groans.

“What? Suck on your lip?”

“Yeah, please.”

“Only if you stick your fingers in me.”

“Ah, Y/N, I’m not sure…”

“You’ve come this far already. I’m so needy for it Gyu, please?” You give him your best begging eyes. “You’re the one who got me all worked up, the least you can do is fix it. You’ll learn a valuable life skill as well.”

Mingyu contemplates it for a few more seconds before agreeing. “Okay. Just, show me how, please?”

You lift your hips up a bit and push your panties to the side before grabbing Mingyu’s hand and moving further between your legs. You press Mingyu’s fingers up to your entrance and slightly lower yourself down on them, so you’re half riding his hand.

“Just push them inside and move them in and out. Like you do with any fucking motion. If you want it to feel really good, curl your fingers and try to find my g-spot.” 

“What if it doesn’t feel good?”

“Then we’ll stop and try again, or move on to something else. You’re learning Gyu, it’s okay.”

He still looks a bit weary, but he slowly pushes his fingers up in you and you bite down on your lip so you don’t scream out. His fingers are thick and you probably should have told him to start with one. He’s awkward with his technique and it’s more like he’s jamming his fingers into you, rather than thrusting.

“Gyu, Gyu, baby,” you mutter and you grab his wrist. “Remember, take your time, it’s okay.”

You pull his fingers out of you before rearranging his hands so only his pointer finger is sticking up. You help him guide it into you slowly and you start to pull his finger in and out of you, moving your hips along as you do. 

You loosen your grip on Mingyu’s hand and he starts to take over. “Mm, just like that pup. Can you curl your finger, like uh, like this.” You make the come hither motion and Mingyu does the same. You can feel his fingertip scrape against your walls, before pushing right up against where you want it.

You gasp and grind down against Mingyu’s hand. “Right there Gyu. Keep hitting right there. Add another finger too.” 

Mingyu does as told and you work on holding up your end of the bargain. You pull Mingyu’s bottom lip into your mouth and suck on it before tugging at it with your teeth. You drag your teeth over his lip before releasing it. His lip is plump and slightly red when you pull away, but his pupils are blown wide.

Without him having to ask, you dive in to do it again, enjoying his reaction. You don’t think Mingyu realizes this, but as you suck on his lip his fingers start to thrust harder into you. The harder you suck, the deeper his fingers go. Not only does it feel good but the fact he doesn’t even know he’s doing it is so hot.

You break your lips away from Mingyu, both of you a little breathless. Your mouth isn’t lonely for long though as you dip down to press kisses against his neck. Not many guys you hook up with are into it, but Mingyu seems like the type who would, and you are so right. Mingyu mewls as you suck a mark right into the junction of his neck. 

You can feel him shifting under you, his boner is probably painfully hard right now.

Mingyu’s fingers are now drenched from your arousal and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer by the second. Your legs start to tremble and you bite down onto Mingyu’s pec as your pussy spasms. You feel your whole body flood with pleasure as you ride Mingyu’s fingers. 

“Y-Y/N? Are you okay?” Mingyu asks you softly. His free hand cradles your face and he looks at you with big eyes.

You gently pull his fingers out of you as you laugh, sinking into his body. “More than okay Gyu,” you mutter. “You just made a girl cum for the first time.”

“Wait, I made you cum? Just now?” You nod into his chest. You look up at Mingyu to find him looking down at you in awe.

For a fleeting second you think about how you just taught him how to finger a girl. How he can now go out and use those skills on anyone who’s willing (and that list is quite long). 

The idea makes you…a little jealous to be honest. The thought of Mingyu using the skills you’ve taught him on another girl. You do get some satisfaction knowing that no matter who he uses them on though, you’re the one who taught him it.

You shake your head, why are you even thinking like that? Mingyu isn’t your boyfriend. This is just a tutoring lesson, nothing different than what you’ve been doing with him.

“Ready for your next lesson?” You ask him, banishing those thoughts from your mind.

“Yes!”

You caress his face, rubbing your thumb over his cheek. “You wanna learn how to use your mouth? Lick all over my cunt and make me feel good?”

Mingyu whines. “Yes Y/N, please.”

You slide off his lap and lay yourself down on the couch. You spread your legs a bit and you let Mingyu stare at you for a second. “Well come here pup.” 

Mingyu quickly moves so he can place his face between your legs. His fingers run along the soft skin of your thighs. “How do I…”

“Uh, remember the clit from earlier? You just kind of suck and lick at it. Then if you want to do more you can do what you did with your fingers, but with your tongue instead,” you explain. Mingyu nods his head along, like he’s soaking up every word you’re saying.

Mingyu dips down between your legs and experimentally juts his tongue out and licks at your clit. His tongue is hot and wet and you need more. You let out a little encouraging hum and Mingyu dives in more. He laps at your clit, he’s a bit rough with it, but you don’t stop him, enjoying the roughness.

You reach down and bur your hands in his hair, tugging a bit. He hums against you and the vibrations go right into your clit, just as you hoped. Mingyu wraps his lips around your bud, sucking it into your mouth. You’re just about to tell him to suck a bit harder when you suddenly scream out, and not in the good way.

“Fuck, Mingyu!” You instinctively smack Mingyu against the head and he lets up. “Gyu what the hell?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He quickly backs away from you.

You sigh. It’s not his fault, he didn’t know. “You can’t bite down on the clit, it’s sensitive. How would you like it if someone bit the tip of your cock. If you really wanna use your teeth, just scrape, don’t bite.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Mingyu whispers. You scoot closer to him. He looks afraid of touching you, but you reach out and grab him instead.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m okay. Don’t worry about it. You’re still learning, you’re not going to be perfect the first time. I’m sorry for smacking you.”

“No, I probably deserve it. I know you didn’t mean to.”

“Exactly. We both did something we regret, and now we can forgive and forget, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay.” Mingyu still seems a little nervous but you just kiss at his jaw.

“We can come back to it another day, okay pup?”

“A-another day?”

“Yeah, remember, Rome wasn’t built in a day. I promise I’ll suck your dick then too, show you how a real girl should take care of you.” Mingyu nearly drools on you. “But let’s move to something more fun, yeah? Gonna show you how to use that big cock of yours.”

“Please,” Mingyu begs, his shy demeanor suddenly gone again. “My cock is so hard.”

“I know, that must hurt a lot. C’mon puppy, we’re gonna move to my bed, okay?” You crawl off of Mingyu and he scrambles to his feet. He hurries after you as you lead him to your bed. “Boxers off, on the bed.”

Mingyu quickly obeys. He strips his boxers off and climbs onto the bed, his back resting against your headrest. His dick rests against his stomach and you lick your lips at the sight. Just as you suspected, his cock is HUGE. Long and thick in all the right ways with a delicious vein running along his whole length. Yeah, you’re definitely going to have to suck his dick at some point.

“Now puppy,” you crawl onto the bed, sitting on your knees as you face Mingyu, “are you going to let me tie you up?”

Mingyu’s hips buck into the air involuntarily and he blushes. “I- uh, I’ve never thought about that but, I think I want to try.”

“Good boy.” You climb off the bed and move over to your closet. You can feel Mingyu’s eyes trail your naked form and you take your time bending down and picking out what you’re looking for.

When you turn around Mingyu is still staring shamelessly. A soft tie that you think once belonged to an ex is in your hands and you saunter back up to Mingyu. You climb over him, straddling his waist, your bare pussy hovering over his abs. You’re sure you could grind your clit to completion against them.

You lean over Mingyu’s face, bringing his wrists up over his head. You tie them to your headboard before leaning back. Mingyu’s gaze follows your tits that were just in his face and you roll your eyes. “Eyes up here pup.”

Mingyu blushes and drags his eyes up to meet yours. “Sorry.”

“If you want your arms to be let down, just tell me and I’ll untie you, okay?” He nods. “That’s a good boy.”

You lean down and kiss Mingyu. Your lips clash against each other, but Mingyu easily lets you have the dominance. You lower your body down onto him, grinding your clit against his abs. Your prediction was right. The grooves as his muscles catch on your clit.

“Fuck puppy, you’re such a good boy.”

“Y/N, please. Need to cum so bad.”

“Well since you asked so nicely.”

You reach over to your bedside table and grab a condom out of one of your drawers. You move down Mingyu's body and you roll it onto him. You notice his cock is already starting to produce precum and you resist the urge to lean down and lick it off.

Once you have the condom secured you hover over his lap and line him up to your entrance. Slowly, you sink down onto him. It takes a second for him to get into you, due to his large size.

Little by little, you’re able to fuck yourself down to his base. Your pussy is stuffed full and you swear you can feel him pressing up against your stomach.

“Gyu, how can you be this big, but have no clue how to use it?”

“I don’t know,” he whines, “but you feel so good right now. I think I’m gonna combust.”

“Don’t. Not until I say so.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Mingyu says.

“Now be quiet pup, I’m gonna show you how this thing should actually be used.” 

You brace yourself on Mingyu’s chest and start to roll your hips slowly. His cock stretches at your walls as it moves in and out of you. You bite your lip, half in concentration, half in covering up your moans. 

Eventually you’re about to find a good pace that’s not too fast but not painfully slow. You can hear the soft noises Mingyu is releasing, letting you know how good he feels.

“You’re being so good for me baby,” you tell him as you lean down and press a kiss to his pec.

“Feels so good Y/N,” Mingyu whimpers. “Never felt a pussy as good as yours.”

The idea that you’re the best Mingyu’s ever had drives you crazy and you start to pick up your pace. You fuck yourself on Mingyu’s dick, hard and fast. Underneath you, Mingyu is a mess. As good as this is making you feel, you know Mingyu is even closer to falling apart than you are.

“Y/N, please,” he begs.

“Please what puppy?”

“Please, choke me.” The request isn’t what you were expecting, but you’re not mad at it.

You slide your hand up his chest and to his neck. You slide your fingers into the right place for safe choking and squeeze slightly. “Aww, does my pretty puppy like when my hand is collar?”

Mingyu just nods to the best of his ability, his breath coming out in small puffs.

“What a good boy for me.” You lean forward and kiss his forehead. “Look at you, all fucked out. That’s been your problem baby. You’ve never been successful because you need someone to take care of you, don’t you? You’re just a pliant little pup who needs to be bossed around.”

Mingyu whimpers at your words and you know you’re right. It’s almost laughable. The big, campus “player” is nothing but a submissive puppy who didn’t even know how to kiss until two hours ago.

It’s kind of hot though, discovering Mingyu’s kinks before anyone else can. This is just for you and him. You lean down and press your lips against Mingyu’s. Your grip on his throat helps you guide his face to yours and press hard and firm against him, wanting to taste every part of him.

You’re not sure what you were expecting when you agreed to help Mingyu out with this, but it definitely wasn’t how intimate it feels right now. You can’t say you hate it though. Mingyu’s body pressed against yours, your breaths mingling as his fat cock crams up against your cervix.

“Nngh, Y/N, close,” Mingyu mutters to his best abilities. “Please. Needa cum.”

“Aw, doesn’t my puppy want me to let him cum?” He nods. “Hmm, well since this is your first time being able to cum during sex, I guess I’ll let you have this. Come on puppy, give it to me.”

Mingyu sighs in relief at your words and he thrusts up into you once, twice, and then he’s cumming, painting the condom white with his semen. You don’t let him catch a break though, continuing to fuck yourself with his cock so you can cum too.

Mingyu whimpers with overstimulation as you reach down to furiously rub at your clit. You can tell Mingyu is dying to help but his hands are still tied up. You feel your stomach start to tighten up and then your legs are giving out and you fall against Mingyu, your cunt throbbing against him. You pant into his chest as you roll your hips lazily trying to prolong your orgasm as much as you.

When it seems that it’s over you reach up and untie Mingyu’s arms before gently lifting yourself off him and flopping down onto the bed.

“Normally after sex you do aftercare. Drinking water, going pee, cleaning up. Cuddles if needed,” you explain, still a little out of breath.

“Do you…want to cuddle?” Mingyu looks at you with innocent eyes and you melt a little.

“Uh, yeah, if you want to.”

“I’m always open to cuddles!” It sounds like a message that would be pre-recorded in a Valentine’s Day teddy bear, but you guess that kind of sums up Mingyu. 

“Lemme go pee and get some water, and then we’ll cuddle okay?” You get up and go through your list of things you need to do. When you make it back to your bed it seems Mingyu has cleaned himself off with a tissue and you hand him a cup of water that he happily chugs down.

You climb back into your bed and slip under the cover. Mingyu does the same and you bury yourself into his side. His body is warm and still buzzing with that after sex glow and you rest your head on his chest. Neither of you bothered to get dressed and you relish in the feeling of his bare skin against yours.

“Y/N-ah?” Mingyu whispers and you look up at him. “Thanks for doing this. It uh, means a lot to me.”

“Yeah well, I got something out of it too, so no big deal.” 

“I know but, I’m just really happy it’s you.”

The words hold a second meaning to them that you can’t quite place yet. You don’t respond, just press yourself up against Mingyu tighter. You can wonder about the future for you and Mingyu after you’re done cuddling.

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[romeulusroy]

Being Connors Favorite Sibling Would Include:

Requested: could I request something with Connor and Roy!sibling? headcanons, a fic, literally anything I'm in love with their relationship and how much they love each other. I think a little sibling that loves Connor the way he deserves would be so good for him - anon

A/N: I love Big Brother Connor!!! He deserves the world 💞 Thank you for requesting my love! Hope you like it!! Feedback is always appreciated!!!! 💜

Connor was ecstatic the day you were born. He thought he was done being a big brother, that his job was kinda done. Ken, Rome, and Shiv were grown up, they didn't think they'd need him anymore. Little did he know that you would be the closest to him out of everyone, that you would need him the most

Being a big brother is his favorite job in the world. He wasn't sure what being loved, really loved, felt like until Kendall was born. From the minute he could crawl, he followed Connor wherever he wanted. So did Roman. And when Shiv was born, he couldn't believe it. He'd always wanted a sister and now he had one. She was absolutely perfect

But you? You were his everything. Neither your mother or your father were all that interested, so the responsibility fell on him, not that he would ever complain. He loved it, even when you spit up on him. The other three were grossed out, hating to change diapers and getting annoyed with your crying, but he was more than happy to calm you down, sit with you, rock you back and forth, etc.

Your first words were his name, too, which almost killed him. Seriously, he still brings it up, he's so proud

He loved watching you grow into a toddler. You were a lot more fun. You could walk and talk and play. You loved when he got on the floor with you and played with you. He even dressed up with you when he wanted to play pretend, though mostly he was too tall for the costumes, so he made do with the hats and accessories instead

"Connor?"

"Yes y/n?"

"Why is the sky blue?"

"That's a good question. . ."

He takes you to preschool every day and tries to be there at pickup as much as he can. He loves to hear about your day, what you learned, who you talked to, what you played with, the snacks you ate, etc. He only gets more interested the older you get, when you learn about the planets and dinosaurs and you read all these interesting books. When school started, he was sad to see you go. You'd been his little buddy and suddenly you were all grown up

Every presentation, award, musical, play, game, show, everything he showed up for, front row with his phone out recording, cheering the loudest

He takes you camping, to the park and the movies, wherever you want to go. He thinks it's good for you to get out of the city

"Why doesn't dad ever come with us?"

"Pops is a very busy man. . ."

Connor is constantly sticking up Logan despite the fact that he's never really shown an ounce of love or attention towards either of you. He wants to protect you from that unloved feeling. He needs to, like he has with your siblings

No matter how small it seemed to you, it meant the world to him. Eventually you stopped inviting your mother and father, going straight to him. He'd tell the president to fuck off if it meant he got to spend a second more with you

He helped you with homework, staying up late at the kitchen table going over the same math problem again and again. He never got mad or frustrated, though. He'd take as long as you needed

You could do no wrong in his eyes. When you fought with Ken, when you argued with Shiv, when you pushed Rome, none of it was your fault. None of them could stand it

When you cried he was the first person you went to. When you got your heart broken for the first time, when you wondered why your parents even had you if they were never around, when you had nightmares as a child and when your worst fears came true, you cried to him

The older you got, the more distance you put between you and him. Kids strayed from their parents once they became teenagers, that's just how it worked. Still, he felt unprepared for the days when you wouldn't need him so much

He taught you how to drive and study with you before your test. You weren't very good, but you had no idea. He was ecstatic when you parallel parked the first time. He made you feel proud, even if at first it felt silly

He was there when you walked across the stage for your diploma for both high school and college, cheering the loudest. He made a rule that you'd call him once a week in college and you never missed it, not even once. You'd tell him about your friends, the parties you went to, to the people you were seeing. He wanted to hear everything

Everything you've accomplished, he couldn't be prouder

You go to his ranch as much as you can, enjoying the distance between you and your father. The older you get, the more you realize how he was never in your life and how much Connor was. It makes you sad, thinking he had to step up, take responsibility for his baby sibling. He is adamant that raising you was a pleasure, the best thing he's ever done

He has pictures of you everywhere. Of the others too, but mostly of you. You can't help but find them embarrassing

"I look like an idiot."

"You were adorable." He looks at them every single day, proud as ever

He visits you in the office, taking you out for lunch when he's in the city. He's the only one who doesn't work for your father, but he likes hearing about it from you. He can't believe how grown up you are, how adult you've suddenly gotten. It seems like just yesterday they brought you home. Now you had meetings and deadlines and your own interns to boss around

"Look at you, all grown up. I can't believe it!"

He's the first person you call when anything happens. When Kendall's gone manic, when Dad hits Rome, when Shiv seems off, when you're getting a promotion, a first date, anything and everything. He's always there to offer advice on how to handle the situation. He's been dealing with them far longer than you have

You show him how to use social media so he can see the pictures you post, not wanting to miss out on anything. There are lots of pictures of you and him together

"Who's that?"

"I'm kinda seeing them."

"That's wonderful! When do I get to meet them?"

Forget your mother and father, it's Connor you're worried about when you're seeing someone. They're never good enough for you. He quizzes them on everything, bordering on an interrogation. In the end, no matter what he thinks of them, he's happy you've found someone that makes you happy

You and him go on double dates with your partner and Willa, who adores you. She lovingly calls you Connors Baby. She's glad someone else loves him like he should be, instead of being used and ignored and neglected like the rest do

You're one of the most well-rounded, healthy, adjusted Roys to come out of the family, or as close as you can get, because of him

He always sits by you at family dinners and vacations, between you and Logan, hoping he can be the target for his anger if need be

When you drink too much he takes care of you, especially at weddings, and always saves a dance for you at the end of the night

"Thank you, Con."

"For what?"

"For everything."

You care very little for your father, but when he dies Connor is right there offering comfort. You were never close to him. You never got the chance to build a relationship with him, no matter how warped, like the others. Connor was your dad, you thought so for the longest time when you were little, your fathers day cards addressed to him instead of Logan. You're sad for your siblings who loved him despite it all

You're the only one to attend Connors wedding, cheering and clapping when they kiss. You wouldn't have missed it for anything

Connor has spent your entire life protecting you and for that, you will always be grateful. It's something you can never repay

[mixelation]

okay i did something interesting. here's a scene from reborn au (the ONLY thing i have written from kushina's POV) and then how the same thing would go in reborn au au. spoilers: obito makes everyone worse.

reborn au first. kushina after she backs back to konoha from iwa. includes some Adult Intimacy with minato but the actual sex is fade to black. also this was inexplicably written in present tense so i had to edit it to match the other bits; apologies if i missed a sentence

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Kushina let Minato lace his fingers through hers while they waited for their Ichiraku order, then step directly into her so their shoulders brushed. He always got so needy whenever her missions went bad. 

She didn’t mind. She’d missed him. She leaned her head on his shoulder, watching Teuchi’s daughter Ayame set bowls in front of dine-in customers. 

“Thanks,” Minato said, accepting three plastic tubs in a plastic bag from her. Half a second later, they were in their dining room. 

“Naruto!” Minato called. “Your mom is–”

A small orange hurricane crashed into Kushina. Kushina grinned as she wrapped her arms around her son. She knew Naruto really loved her because he hugged her tight and told her how much he missed her before grabbing for his share of ramen. 

They didn’t tell Naruto a thing about her kidnapping. He was still too young, and the incident already had Minato’s ‘need to know only’ stamp on it. Kushina hated keeping secrets from her son, even ones that would upset him, but a ninja’s life was always filled with secrets. The only reason she didn’t have to keep any from her husband was because she lucked out and married the Hokage. 

Kushina was already mostly healed, anyway. She didn’t have to explain away any injuries, only that she was tired from travel. 

“Did you do anything cool?” Naruto asked through a mouthful of noodles. “Dad said there’d be a big tournament.”

Kushina grinned at him, and then spent the rest of the dinner recalling all her students’ matches through her own mouthfuls of noodles. 

“He won the whole thing?” Naruto whined of Itachi. “Sasuke’s never going to shut up!”

“I won the tournament at my exam,” Minato told him. “You can tell Sasuke about that.”

Naruto rolled his eyes. “That doesn’t count, you know.” 

Kushina winked. “Deidara really gave Itachi a run for his money, though. And all the Iwa-nin think he’s your brother.”

Minato buried his face in a hand as Naruto’s brows furrowed. 

“Why would they think that…?” Naruto wondered. “Cuz he’s blonde? That’s stupid.”

Kushina laughed. 

After dinner, Naruto very excitedly showed Kushina a project he’d been working on at school. They’d been learning to make traps, and he proudly showed her diagram after diagram of traps he made up himself, which largely overestimated the laws of physics. Kushina grinned and ruffled his hair anyway. She knew her son. He might be a disaster on paper, but he would figure out how to get every one of those traps to work, even if he had to make a hundred nonfunctional traps first.

She dumped the duty of actually checking Naruto’s homework on Minato in favor of taking a luxuriously long bath. She loved her long hair, but it accumulated travel grime like no one’s business. Her joints felt truly exhausted while she brushed out her washed hair after her bath, making her wince. Kushina almost never got this tired. Iwa had really done a whammy on her. 

By the time she was out, Minato was talking to Naruto down the hall, putting him to bed. Kushina listened to their faint voices affectionately as she went through her clothes in search of pajamas… ah, an old shirt she’d stolen from Minato. Perfect. She’d missed home so much. 

It was only once Naruto was sound asleep in bed that Minato came back to the bedroom. He was still adorably needy. 

“I was worried,” Minato murmured between kisses to her neck, his hands buried in her damp hair. She was so glad she’d washed it. 

Kushina huffed in exaggerated irritation even as she tilted her head to the side to let him at more of her neck. One of his hands switched from her hair to his hip, fingers pushing up her pajama shirt. Kushina moaned as his familiar callouses brushed over her bare skin. God, why had she even bothered putting anything on?

“It was over before you even knew anything had happened,” she said as Minato backed her up to their bed, his other hand also working its way under her shirt. His teeth grazed the shell of her ear. “My team had me out almost immediately.”

“That’s why I was worried,” Minato replied. He obediently leaned back so she could pull his own shirt over his head. “What’s the point of you having a hiraishin marker in your seal if things happen before you can use it?”

Kushina snorted as she tossed his shirt away and dropped down onto the bed in one motion. Minato still had his mesh armor on, and she ran a hand over it, enjoying how it fits his chest. Minato was always making puppy dogs eyes at her about how he missed being able to kiss her first thing in the morning and last thing at night when she was away, but Kushina had always missed the warmth of his skin. 

She very carefully rolled up the mesh armor, watching his chest move with long, relaxed breaths. 

“Like you teleporting into Iwa wouldn’t have made everything worse,” she said, discarding the mesh. It clunked to the carpet, deceptively heavy. 

Minato whined at her like the giant needy pushover he was, pushing her further back onto the mattress so he could straddle her. Despite the topic of conversation, Kushina couldn’t keep a juvenile grin off her face. 

“Who cares?” he said, carefully brushing hair out of her face. “They kidnapped my wife.”

Kushina knew Minato was not being serious. The third war lasted more than half their lives, cost him two of his students and Kushina her entire clan, and Minato would never do anything so brash that he might rekindle it. But also, when it was just the two of them, she kind of liked this side of Minato. 

Also, even though it had been almost ten years, it still makes her stomach flip to hear him say my wife. 

“Your wife is fine,” Kushina told him, cupping his face and running her thumb over his bottom lip. “But she’s a little disappointed she’s still wearing clothes.”

Kushina was barely wearing clothes. She was in her panties and a baggy T-shirt, currently bunched up around her armpits, and she felt great. Minato’s gaze dropped from her face for the first time since they’d started making out, his eyes lighting up with acute interest at the sight of her under him, like it had just occurred to him he could look and not be hopelessly lost in her eyes.

You dweeb, Kushina thought affectionately.  

“I missed you,” she said out loud. 

Maybe she was a little needy too. 

In the morning, Kushina woke to find Minato on his back, frowning at the ceiling. She blinked a few times, trying to focus on his profile in the dim light of sunrise. This exercise didn’t last long, as Minato realized she was awake. He beamed at her, rolling over and pushing himself up to lean over her. 

“Good morning,” he said, and then pressed his lips to hers. 

Usually, his good morning kisses were brief. A small peck to say I love you before he ran off to some new Hokage crisis, or before one of them went to wake Naruto. Often she was only half awake, and he’d have to go for her cheek or temple. Sometimes it was Kushina initiating it, on the rare occasion a mission had her out of bed earlier than him, or on his days off when he’d let himself sleep in. 

This time, his kiss lingered, and god, she’d missed just the weight of his body on hers. He opened his mouth, poking his tongue at her lips, and she almost let him in. 

Instead she turned her face away, and he drew back. 

“I am so tired,” she admitted. “Rain check?”

He flopped back down into bed next to her, careful to avoid her untied hair as best he could, and she could tell from his body language he was upset. Minato never got upset when she denied him, though. Something else in the exchange had gotten to him… oh, was he upset because of why she was so tired?

She poked his side. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t think I can let Iwa get away with kidnapping you,” he said. “Bad optics. Can’t let Konoha seem weak.”

“Well…” Kushina said, tracing a finger across his ribs. “Deidara did take out the entire demolition squad, and they think he’s your bastard child you used to steal their bloodline limit. So you might be even, you know.”

Minato covered his face with a pillow. 

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okay, so then here's just the very last bit, but now reborn au au. minato POV. assume the mission went exactly same, even though i might retcon this

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Minato pulled back when Kushina turned her head, his eyes focusing on her face. She was so pretty in the morning light, her eyes dark and her hair turned to a red glow. He would kiss her forever if she let him. 

“I am so tired,” Kushina admitted. “Rain check?”

Kushina’s hair looked so good spread out over the sheets, beautiful red swirls against their cream-colored linen, like a painter’s masterpiece across canvas. Minato loved it, loved seeing it after weeks without her, loved the way it made the whole bed smell like Kushina, but he was keenly aware it would hurt if he laid on it. Kushina had yelled at him more than once. He was very careful as he laid back down next to her. 

Kushina was almost never tired first thing in the morning, not after a good night’s sleep, and Minato had made sure she’d slept very well. She might have healed any wounds, but her mission had taken a lot out of her. 

Chakra poisoning in Iwa, Kushina had said. It was a very tricky thing to manage, but Iwa had correctly hypothesized it was one of the few things that could reliably take out an Uzumaki. It was also one of the few things that would reliably work on a jinchuriki, although he was reasonably confident Kushina’s status as one remained confidential. 

Minato felt a flash of anger, both at Iwa and at himself. How dare Iwa send him so many simpering letters about peace and good-will, and then do this to his wife? And how dare Minato be so stupid as to let her walk right into their village? 

Kushina poked him. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

“I don’t think I can let Iwa get away with kidnapping you,” he said. He said it slowly, feeling the weight of the words on his tongue. He would not let another long, pointless war break out. But how could he let Iwa get away with this insult? What else would they do to Konoha, if he let them do something so brash without consequence? “Bad optics. Can’t let Konoha seem weak.”

“Well…” Kushina traced a finger over his ribs as she described her team’s destruction of the Iwa Demolition Corps, and Minato wanted nothing more than to ease into her touch and just listen to her talk for hours. 

He couldn’t, though. In a little bit he’d get up and get Naruto ready for school, because Kushina needed rest, and then he’d go into his office and schedule a full day of meetings about what to do about Iwa. He had to think this over. 

“Obito burned down Kusa,” Minato said contemplatively. Kushina’s fingers didn’t stop. “And Ame said it was understandable. Nothing bad happened.”

Ame was in the neighboring country and leadership was… kind of nuts. If anyone would flip their lids over Kusa being decimated, it would have been them. But they hadn’t, and they’d more or less told Iwa to shut up when they’d sent an inquiry. 

“Mm,” Kushina hummed. “But that was in the moment, part of a rescue. That’s more justifiable than retaliation after the fact.”

This was very true. Minato highly doubted Iwa would go public with losing their strongest combat group, but if they did and tried to point the blame at Konoha, it was unlikely anyone on an international level would get involved. Iwa had kidnapped Team 4’s beloved sensei, and they’d gotten her back. What else would anyone expect?

Then again, as the peace treaties currently stood, no village could drag another one into war by virtue of their alliance, as had happened in the Third Shinobi War. If he did something to Iwa, as long as their ally Kumo didn’t want to be involved, Iwa couldn’t force them to help. This also meant that if Konoha got into an altercation, they couldn’t force Suna or Kiri to send aid, but… did they really need that? Unlike Iwa, who had turned funneling civilian children into shinobi training into an art, the number of active shinobi in Konoha still hadn’t recovered since the war. However, several key individuals meant their actual combat power was higher than ever. 

Would it be worth the risk? 

Maybe he should talk to Obito… 

[scarletwinterxx]

Sorry I'm not holding back - haechan imagine / sorry heart series pt.1

hi!! this is pt.1 of Sorry Heart Series, not sure how lone it'll take me to write it but I'll try my best. Every part will feature another member and for the pt.1 it's Hyuck. Hope you like it!

if you have a request or scenario you want me to do, just send me a message I'll see what I can do😊💌

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There's a few numbers on your contact list you really don't expect ever hearing from again. One of them being your ex-boyfriend's little brother. You'd never ignore any of his younger siblings' texts or calls, it's just a bit unexpected.

"Noona, are you busy right now?" Sungyeon, Donghyuck's younger brother, asks you when you answered the phone

"No, I'm free. Why? Everything okay?"

"I'm sorry to bother you, but hyung isn't answering his phone and mom and dad is not around. I'm stranded here at the academy" he tells you, already you're worried for the young boy. You didn't need any further explanation, you packed your stuff and made your way out of the library even though you're homework was still halfway done

"Can you wait 20 minutes tops? I'm driving there now" you tell him, putting your phone between your shoulder and cheeks as you rummage for your car keys in your bag

"Yea sure, I'll just wait here at the convenient store outside school. Thank you, noona!"

Even though you and Donghyuck were no longer together, you'd still drive across town for his family. They were so kind and welcoming to you, and you have a particular soft spot for his siblings.

"Noona, you made it! I brought you banana milk" Sungyeon says when he saw you pull up the street, rolling down the car window to call him

"Thank you, were you waiting long?" you ask him, waiting for young boy to buckle up before driving him home. You've been there plenty of times, you don't need the GPS to guide you.

It still stings a bit, the wound from that hearbreak, but you're mature enough to not let that dent your relationship with his siblings.

"A bit, hyung wasn't answering his phone. He promised he was going to pick me up. By the way, why didn't you come and visit for New year and Christmas? He was home all holiday week"

Oh. So it seems like Donghyuck hasn't broken the news to his family.

"Sorry, I went home too. Did you get the presents I sent you?" you asked Jeno to give the presents to Donghyuck to give to his parents and siblings

"Yes, thank you! It would've been more fun if you came though"

"Sorry, buddy. I'll come and hangout with you next time. I'll buy you ice cream, how does that sound?"

"Okay!" by then you pull up the Lee family home, you see a familiar car parked on the driveway. Wondering why he didn't pick his brother up if he was home all along.

"He's here, why didn't he pick me up. That Lee Donghyuck" you chuckle at the young boy's words, watching him step out of the car.

"You go in, I'll go when you get inside" you bid goodbye, waiting for him to safely get inside the house before driving away. Sungyeon waves one last time before going inside.

The moment he steps inside the house, the oldest Lee brother steps out from the kitchen

"Oh, wait shit I was suppose to pick you up" Donghyuck says, remembering his promise to his brother.

"I meant crap I was suppose to pick you up" he repeats without the curse word, scared his mom might know he curses infront of his siblings even though he's a literal grown man now.

The younger one just scowls at him, "Yea you were, why didn't you pick up your phone?"

"Because I have this killer headache since midnight and I've been in bed. I forgot to tell mom though, wait how did you get home? Did you take the bus?"

"I called Y/N noona"

It took Donghyuck a few seconds to process that sentence. his head was already pounding since this morning but hearing you drove his brother home when you're probably busy with your own schedule all across town sends his thoughts into over drive.

That and the fact that he hasn't told his family the two of you called it quits months ago.

To be honest, he didn't have it in his heart to break the news to his family. He was going to tell them during Christmas break, the reason why he spent almost a month at home sulking in his room but then Jeno texted him saying you got presents for everybody when you didn't have to anymore.

He knows for a fact his mother loves you, maybe more than she loves her own son. His siblings are smitten with you, and his dad thinks he's a fool if he ever lets you go. So in short, his own family will disown him if they hear you two are done.

Instead of saying anything, he just sulked away his heartache. The conversation never came up, and every time someone asks why you aren't around he just makes some excuse.

He knows one day he has to come clean about it, but one more day won't hurt.

He thinks.

When you got home to your apartment, another unexpected text came. From another Lee sibling, this time the very one you never thought of hearing from ever again.

Hyuck: thank you for driving Sungyeonie home. You didn't have to, but thanks.

You: don't worry about it, though you should tell him next time. I had some free time, he was lucky.

Lies, you would've still driven him home even if you were busy.

Hyuck: been sick since last night and I forgot to tell mom, I owe you one. Thanks again.

The next day, you see Jeno walking across campus hallway. Calling his name out to catch his attention.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Can I ask you a favor? Please?"

"What is it this time?" Jeno asks, already having a feeling about where this conversation is about to go.

"Can you give this to Hyuck, heard he's sick" you say, passing the brown bag to him

"He is? Huh explains why he wasn't answering his phone yesterday. Anyways, why do you care? Like no offense, but like didn't you two broke up?" he has a point and you don't really have an answer to that.

Last night after the quick exchange, you can't help but feel worried. You know how Donghyuck pushes himself over his own limits, one of the reasons why the two of you argued a few times that eventually led to your break-up.

But even after all of that, of course you still care.

"Just give it to him, or don't. I don't really know too" you mumble

"You good?" Jeno asks

"Yep, I'm gonna go. Thanks Jen"

A few hours later, Jeno is knocking on Hyuck's bedroom door after his mom let him in.

"I'll eat dinner later" Jeno hears his friend shout from the other side of the door

"Open the door"

That made Hyuck get up from his bed to see why his friend is here, "What are you doing here?"

Jeno just puts the brown bag infront of his face, "What's this?"

"Care package from your dear Y/N"

"You're joking" Hyuck scowls at him before taking the bag, checking the contents and it was indeed a bunch of medicine and snacks he likes

"Do I look like I'll buy those for you? You're lucky your ex-girlfriend is a good person. I'm gonna go now before you pass your germs to me" Jeno says before walking away. He can hear his friend say goodbye to his mom, closing his door before walking towards the bedside table to get his phone.

It was easy to dial your phone number, you're still on top of his contact list. After a few rings, you pick up

"Hello?"

He wasn't sure what he was going to say, he really didn't think this through but it's too late

"Hyuck? Are you okay?" you ask, getting worried by the second

"Hi, uh yea hi"

"Why did you call? You okay?"

Why are you being so nice to him? You're suppose to not care about him anymore. You're suppose to curse him, hate him and vow to never answer any of his texts and calls.

But instead you're the exact opposite. You still have his number saved, you're still in good terms with his siblings and you even sent him things when you didn't have to.

"You there?" you ask again, breaking him from his thoughts

"Yea, just wanted to say thanks for the stuff. Seems like I owe you another one"

"Don't worry about it, and don't worry about yesterday. Like I said, I had free time but Hyuck, can I ask something?"

it's been a while since he last heard you say his name. To mostly everyone he's Haechan. To his family, he's Donghyuck. To you, he's Hyuck. Claiming you loved his name so much, you even wore his initial around your neck.

"Sure"

"Why haven't you told your family we broke up?"

"I just haven't found the right timing, I guess. Sorry"

"You should tell them, we shouldn't make it complicated for them and I hate lying to them" you tell him

"I'll tell them"

A few seconds passed, neither of you said anything. Until Hyuck broke the silence with a question that'll break your heart all over again

"Why did we break up again?"

"Hyuck-"

"Sorry, I just still don't get it. One day we were okay then the next we weren't. Was it that easy to walk away?"

"You think it was? You think it was easy for me? I was hurt too, it hurt me too Hyuck. But fighting for you and fighting with you started to feel like the same thing. You always tell me everything's okay when it's not, I kept asking you if you were okay but you won't let me in. We were suppose to be a team, why were you holding back?"

He was at lost for words. This is the conversation he's been dreading ever since the two of you broke up. He was a easy go lucky guy, he tries to handle everything positively and would never let anyone see when he's struggling. And because of that, because he was too proud to let his walls down he lost you.

"I'm sorry"

"I've heard that before, doesn't change a thing. Go rest, Hyuck. Goodnight."

You really thought that was the last you'll hear from him. You didn't end things on a bad term but after that conversation you're not so sure. All it did was open wounds you've been trying to heal.

It felt like you were back to square one. Suddenly, you're missing him too much again. His absence too real and too much for your heart. Feeling sorry for your self again.

It was a free day for you, you didn't have any class for the day so you let yourself sulk. You promised you wouldn't do it but just for today you let yourself mope around.

Sometime after lunch, you hear a knock on your door. You thought it was your bestfriend, coming to check up on you so imagine the surprise on your face when you open the door to see your ex standing there with a sorry look on your face.

"Before you slam the door on my face can I just say what I came here to say then you can curse at me, hit me, block me all you want. I deserve it. Can you just hear me out first? Three minutes and I'll go"

You look at him, already feeling a few tears gathering threatening to fall any second. You did want to slam the door on his face, but you also wanted to just hug him and bury your face on his chest hoping that will mend your broken heart.

Even now he's the only one who can fix it even though he was the one who broke it in the first place.

"I'm counting"

"Oh okay, I thought you were going to slam the door on my face so I really didn't think-"

"2 minutes 50 seconds"

"Shit okay okay I'm sorry. First of all I'm sorry. You're right, it was unfair of me to treat you like that when all you wanted was to be there for me. You've always been on my side and I was too dumb and too proud, I pushed you away when I should've been holding you tighter. I was scared to tell you my worries because I didn't want you to see me like that, I was scared to be vulnerable I thought I was being weak. That's on me, now I know that. I should've talked to you, I should've listened when you were asking me. You shouldn't have to fight with me or for me. I was dumb, I know that now. And now here I am making the biggest fool of myself because I lost the only one who stayed with me despite all of my bullshit. Sorry for the pain. I'm letting it all out now, sorry for letting you down. If by any chance you don't think I'm completely dumb, can we have another shot at this?"

Donghyuck said all of that under three minutes, taking himself by surprise. Poor you had to process it all at once.

"That's all I wanted from you" you breathed out

"Was I too much?" he whispers

"No, you'll never be that to me. Nothing I can't handle, so if we're giving this another shot that's all I need from you. Don't hold back when it's with me, all or nothing"

For the first time in months, it's like this weight was lifted off of both your shoulders. It might take some time, but you can already feel things falling back into place. It's a risk, but he'll always be a risk you're willing to take no matter how high the stakes are.

"All or nothing" he echoes your words, ready to bet his heart again because he knows with you he'll never lose.

"Can I have a hug now?" you mumble, Haechan chuckles pulling you by the arms until your in his arms again. And this time, he's not letting go.

[ggomos-maribat]

[23/?]

BDBWM Day 3 | Meeting the JL

original prompt | complete masterlist

*Set Post-Hawkmoth defeat, but before Mari moves in with the Waynes. Thank you to the people over at the MGI server who suggested the subjects for each member

When Ladybug and Chat Noir arrive at the headquarters, a few Justice League members come to meet them. The two Parisian heroes can’t help but notice that the JL are feeling a little off. Tired, restless or slightly distressed. 

“Why do I have a feeling you know something about this?” Chat whispers to Ladybug.

“Umm—” 

“I’m doing homework right now.” Marinette props her legs up to her chest, adjusting the camera of her tablet so she can see the video call properly. “Do you happen to know anyone I can ask for help?” 

“On what subject, sweetie?” Bruce asks. 

“Uhh, a lot. Here, I’ll send a list to you.” 

Her father hums as he scans the list. “What about your brothers?” 

She wrinkles her nose. “Them? No. Not them. Any other suggestions? Do you want to help me?” 

“I wish I could. Unfortunately, I have meetings lined up for the next few days. I’ll send you some contacts of mine to help.” Bruce types on his laptop. “I’ll let them know ahead of time that you’ll be calling.” 

“Cool. Thanks, Dad.” Marinette looks up and gawks at the names on the list. Did he seriously send these. . .? 

“I’ll tell you about it later,” Ladybug whispers back. 

“I am glad that you can join us, Ladybug.” Wonder Woman steps forward and takes her hand. “The Paris situation may be solved but there are still a lot of things to take care of.” 

Ladybug guiltily notes her lack of energy. 

“Hello? Auntie Diana?” Marinette says after warily dialing the number. 

“Marinette! Bruce said that I’ll be able to help with your History homework.” Diana says. “Ask away, dear.” 

“Right, let’s see . . .” 

As it turns out, she’s not any better of a teacher than Plagg. While Marinette appreciated her rambles about her own adventures, she only needs the gist of the progression of industrialization in Europe. She still patiently listens for a couple hours, however. 

“You both seem so young,” Superman mumbles from his seat while hunched over a notepad. 

Ladybug hides her wince. “Yeah, we get that a lot.” 

“We first started when we were thirteen.” Chat casually stretches. She elbows his side. 

“Uncle Clark? I got this article-writing homework . . . We have to write an essay about the Paris tragedies.” 

“But that’s such a broad topic!” 

“I know! I complained too, since it can bring up some traumatic memories for my classmates, but our teacher won’t budge.” Marinette shudders. 

“Alright, first you have to . . .” Clark Kent then proceeds to spill his waterfall of ideas, which Marinette knows will exceed the maximum word count. 

“And—wait a minute, I can just write it for you!” 

“Huh? But Uncle C—” 

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll have it done before your deadline.” 

Something tells Marinette that he’ll be neglecting his civilian job for a while. 

“Thirteen? Who allowed you children to fight a terrorist at that age?” Green Arrow frowns. 

The Parisian duo sigh at the same time. 

“Okay! Thanks for helping me with Physics, Uncle Ollie.” Marinette adds the units of her answer at last. “One last thing, do you mind if I ask you a bit about Math?” 

“What is it?” 

“It’s pretty long. Uhh, wait a sec, I’ll send you a picture.” 

“What’s with these messy solutions? The answer’s wrong. You have to do it this way . . .” 

“But Uncle Bars said—” 

“Barry? Nevermind what he said. I’ll send in the right solutions.” 

The Flash is giving the archer the stink eye. “We’re here to talk about Paris, not about their ages or qualifications.” 

“Hello—” 

“Marinette! You asked Oliver about your Math homework?!” 

“Yeah, I just wanted a second opinion—” 

“But my answer is correct!” 

“Uncle Ollie said no, though . . .” 

“Argh! Just wait, I’m gonna run over to him. He’s simplifying the stuff that can’t be canceled out! I already told him!” 

When Ladybug fidgets a little, Chat gives her a look of suspicion. She thinks about not telling him what transpired in the span of twenty-four hours. 

“How old are you both now? Seventeen? Eighteen?” Aquaman butts in to ask them. “Is an Atlantean diorama a good school project? It is, right?” 

“So Uncle Art, I was thinking of having an aquaponics project for my—” 

“Ha! How nice to see you curious about Atlantean culture!” 

“Wait, I said aquaponics—” 

“You can quote me, the king himself! What do you want to know?” 

Ladybug fights back a groan and a scowl towards Batman, who’s busy working on the computer. This is all Dad’s fault. 

BONUS: 

“Marinette, what grade did you get for that essay?” 

“. . . A fifteen out of twenty.” 

“Fifteen? Out of twenty?! She gave an extensive essay written by Clark Kent, proofread by Lois Lane a fifteen out of twenty?!” 

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If it's raining

My second Parksborn fic is here! This one is inspired on @moxielynx amazing art that you can see here

Here's a little preview, you can read the whole fic on AO3

“You know what the worst part of all this is?” Peter mutters with some weariness but delight. Right now, he's sitting and leaning against the trunk of an old tree, while Harry rests his head between Peter's legs. “I'm not even worried that we missed school.” He starts stroking his boyfriend's hair and they smile at each other.

“Okay, you need to get away from me.” Harry teases. “I'm starting to think our teachers are right, I'm a bad influence.”

“Oh come on, you say that like I'm way too innocent.” Harry tilts his head slightly, it's all he needs to know what his boyfriend truly thinks. “Besides, it's not like you're completely a cool guy, you're also a nerd.”

“But I’m a slightly cooler nerd than you.” Harry teases him and then grabs his hand. “You know I'm only joking, right?” Peter is slightly short of breath, butterflies appear in his stomach, his lips tingle.

It's not the first time it's happened to him, since almost two months ago he started to feel these symptoms. The first time he thought he was about to get a cold, the second time, that he would have a new power, the third time he realized that the cause of this was always Harry. Now that he has lost count of the number of times he has had these symptoms, he knows it's love.

“I know, but that doesn't stop me from being offended.” He says, instead of the words he feels in his throat. He's sure if he let those three little words slip out he could ruin everything.

“I'm sorry, I really am.” There is honesty in Harry's voice and face. “You're handsome and the coolest guy in the world.”

“Why do I feel like you're making fun of me?”

“Who, me?” Harry uses the most sarcastic tone he's ever heard him use. “Let's change the subject, what does May think we're doing?”

“She thinks we're at MJ's house finishing the science project.”

“The one we finished last week?”

“Yeah, that one.” He keeps running his hands gently over his boyfriend's hair, the urge to tell him he loves him starting to subside, just a little. “I also asked MJ to cover for us.”

“How much is it going to cost you?”

“Free math tutoring for the rest of the year.”

“Tutoring? MJ is nerdier than you, I would have asked to have my homework done.”

“It's nice to find someone who wants to learn too.”

“Nerd.”

They are silent for a few seconds. It's unbelievable, but he feels the urge build a little after this interaction, even if he was making fun of him.

He looks up at the sky, it's about to get dark. He wonders how he has been able to hold back these words for so long. On so many occasions, after so many days together, so many evenings, after so many times that...

“Aren't you going to ask me what I told my father?”

“Did you lie to him? I thought he would have a busy day of meetings today.”

“That's right, but what fun would it be without a little lie?”

“Okay, Osborn, what does your father think we're doing?”

“We're at the chess club.”

“Harry, there is no chess club anymore, not since someone stole all the chess boards from the school.”

“Still don't know who did it?” Peter shakes his head. “Well, Dad doesn't know that anyway.”

They laugh and fall silent again.

It's as if time stands still. Peter can feel peace, tranquility... love. All coming together in this moment, with his fingers untangling his boyfriend's hair.

He takes a deep breath, it's been a difficult month for both of them.

Peter was too busy being Spider-Man, first it was Rhino, then Electro, finally Mysterio. Even with Yuri's help it was all too difficult.

Harry for his part had to attend several Oscorp meetings. Some with workers, others with unbearable millionaires who do not know what to do with their money and want to spend it on the first thing they come across.

They had the idea on Monday of that week. They hadn't been able to see each other for more than three minutes for four days and neither of them could remember the last time they kissed. So, while eating lunch, they planned to skip school.

Early that day, the two met at a cafeteria away from school and places May or Norman might frequent. They had hot cakes for breakfast, laughed a lot, the nice waitress didn't ask them awkward questions or tell them they should be at school.

Then they wandered around town, as if they were tourists, walked and walked and talked and laughed. At lunchtime they decided to go to the park they always visited when they were kids, the one near May's house. They ate hot dogs and sat under the shade of the tree. They haven't moved since.

“What's on your mind, Peanut?”

“I still don't approve of that nickname.” He warns him, but his boyfriend just laughs.

“Oh come on, it's perfect for you.” Harry grins gently. “What's on your mind?” He repeats, softly. “You seem kind of absent.”

“I'm thinking about you.” Peter replies with honesty. “About how it was a good idea to skip school, about how cute you look now...” And how much I love you.

“Now I feel bad, I was thinking it would be nice to buy pizza for dinner.” Peter can't help but laugh. He leans over to give him a little kiss on the lips. “Sometimes it amazes me how romantic you can be. I like you.”

“And I like you.” Harry laughs. It's clear that this is the way things should be, that they've only been dating for six months and that no matter how many years they've been friends, romantic relationships should take a different, slower pace, right?

“I dislike you, if I'm really honest.” Harry replies sarcastically. “Seriously, I like you too.”

He sighs, wanting to keep his mind off his feelings for a while.

“Do you want to do something?”

“Like what?”

“I don't know, I was hoping you'd come up with something.”

“We could make out behind that bush.”

“Or we could go to your place instead.”

“Parker!” Harry feigns surprise. “You're such a horny boy.”

“You suggested the idea of making out!” He tries to defend himself, the blush already on his face.

“I know.”Harry says nonchalantly. “But I don't know what time Dad will be home. I don't think we'll have time to do it... all.”

“Then we'll have to settle for playing some game.”

“A sport? I don't want to move, nugget.”

“I didn't approve of that nickname either.” He laughs. “But I was thinking of something quieter, something to keep us here.”

“Like what?”

“Twenty questions?”

“After playing it five times today, I think it's kind of boring.” Harry straightens up slowly. He arranges his hair and puts on his blue cap. Then he leans back against the log next to Peter. “We could ask each other questions.”

“Like truth or dare?”

“I was thinking more like truth or truth.” Harry looks around, the park is pretty empty for a Friday. “I mean, just ask each other questions. About anything.”

“Oh, okay, sounds like fun.” Peter pulls their bodies a little closer together, takes Harry by the hand. “Do you think we should make some rules or something?”

“I don't think they're necessary.”

“All right, then start.”

“Me? Why me?”

“It was your idea, Osborn.”

“But the youngest should start, Parker.”

“You're only two months older.”

“You're still the youngest.”

“Then let the best-looking one should start.” Peter smiles and gives him a little shove on the shoulder. “It's your turn, then.”

“Are you out of your mind? Either you need to buy other mirrors or those glasses need a check-up, Parker, the best looking one is you.” Harry shoves him back, he doesn't seem to be lying or trying to get out of the situation.

“Of course I'm not.” He moves his face closer to his boyfriend's, looks at his eyes, his nose, then his lips. They are so close together that he could almost kiss him, but he does not. “If I were, I wouldn't have even considered going out with you.”

“Hey, that was mean.” But still his boyfriend lets out a little laugh.

“That's how cute I think you are, to turn me into a horrible, vicious being.” Peter fakes a ghoulish voice, trying to sound like a monster.

“More like you're cute and clueless.” Harry kisses him on the cheek. “That's why I like you.”

“Okay, then I'll use that against you.” He smiles, tries to make a cute, tender face. “You start Harry, please.”

“Ugh, I hate that it worked.” They both laugh again, maybe it's absurd and MJ has told them they are so cute and romantic that sometimes it gets tiring and a little bit gross, but he doesn't care. “Okay, I'll start.”Harry sounds a little frustrated but rests his head on Peter's shoulder and it calms him down.

Neither says anything for about two minutes, they look around, there are kids playing on the swings in front of them, others playing ball, a couple walking their dogs, it's an almost quiet night.

“Okay.” Harry lifts his head and intertwines his fingers with Peter's. “Would you rather vacation at the beach or in the woods?”

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

In one of your fics of Felix Getting caught jerking off you said he was like a boy getting caught by him mother I was wondering if you could write one with a young Felix getting caught by his mom?

Idk why I found this request odd. But it's the only one my brain hyperfocused on for some reason, so let's do it!

(For the sake of the ask, Félix is 18 in this, though let's face it he's definitely done this at a younger age)

"Hey baby, how was school?"

"Good-Mateo! Put your toys away!"

Félix barked at his younger brother, who was upstairs, doing annoying brother shit. Félix kicked his toys out of the hallway, and went for the kitchen, where his mom and his older brother, Julio, were cooking. Julio looked down at him as he gutted the fish on the tray. It was a job that he always offered to do, especially when their mom just did her nails.

"You're smiling. Something good happen?"

"Oh definitely, we're doing group projects, and you won't guess who my partner is."

His mother definitely knew, given her smile.

"Let me guess, a girl."

"Not just a girl. THE girl. Aka, the most beautiful, the most funny, the most...well, EVERYTHING. Pepa! Oh you should've seen her today, mami. Cute little braids, new lipstick that made her look like she was made of gold-ugh, it KILLS me, mami~"

His mom wiped her hands on her apron, patting his cheek affectionately.

"Oh, you got bit by the love bug honey, and bad. When you gonna bring that girl home?"

"Oh she's definitely gonna come home with me, but I dunno if you'll have time to meet her!"

Félix laughed as he high fived his dad. Félix was...promiscuous, to say the least, and his dad was proud of the number of girls he's wooed. His mother scowled, lightly smacking the back of his head with her wooden spoon.

"You better not hurt that girl, young man. Alma gonna put a bounty on our heads."

"Hey, one thing I take pride in, is never hurting a woman. They're too beautiful. Speaking of beautiful, your hair just looks wonderful today, mami."

"Well thank you, baby. But no, you can't have a snack before dinner. Now work on your project till we're done."

"Worth a shot."

Félix chuckled as he went upstairs, to his room. He put his backpack on his chair, and hopped into bed. He should be doing homework, but a nap sounded really good. He looked up at the ceiling, and sighed. He got to be partners with PEPA. Damn she was pretty. Pretty eyes, pretty hair, pretty lips, and legs. God DAMN the legs on that woman. She even wore those long, orange see through socks and just. Shit, she was fucking fine.

"She even SMELLS pretty. Like rain. And oranges."

He was talking to himself, which was weird, but not in your own room. Could you blame him? No one understood her beauty quite like him. Even the way her nails gently grazed his hand as he let her borrow a pencil. She made him feel all warm and soft inside, like fresh bread. He'd do anything to have her give him a shot. Just one date. One chance to kiss her. Or more. If she was that kind of girl, he'd fuck her. He knew what women wanted. He'd give her everything, anytime she wanted it.

"...fuck it, I got a minute before dinner."

When the mood strikes, you know? He un did two buttons on his shirt, just to get himself comfortable, before taking off his pants, and his underwear. He reached over to his dresser for lube, and after getting himself comfy and his hands covered, he started. He was slow at first, rubbing against his thighs first, just to tease himself. He took a deep breath as he cupped his balls in his hand, before sighing in relief as soon as his other hand gripped around his cock.

Slow and firm, just how he liked it. A bit of a pinch at the tip, making him close his eyes in satisfaction. He almost wished Pepa caught him right now. He'd kill to just have her sit there, study him with those eyes, green as emeralds. He could picture her now, doing that whole biting her nail thing. She always did that when she saw something she liked. He remembered she'd always do that when she'd watch the boys at school play sports. And her face would get all misty when they flirted with her in between breaks. He didn't mind that Pepa got around, he really didn’t.

"Just means she knows how to handle an hombre."

God he could picture her. Staining his dick with that golden lipstick, nuzzling him in between those legs that looked so pretty. The shit he'd do to just hold her wrists, and fuck her pretty thighs. God he was hard, he could feel himself throbbing. He wanted Pepa. He wanted Pepa so fucking bad. He wanted just one peek under her skirt, or just one glimpse of her bra, he'd even be perverted enough to jerk off to the idea of her smell alone and-

"Félix honey, can you help me set up the t-"

"MAMI!!!"

He immediately grabbed his pillow to cover himself, even though he knew that wouldn't hide his shame. His mother looked away, clearing her throat.

"Sorry baby, thought you locked the door during your...activities."

"I thought you KNOCKED!"

"Sorry, sorry, that's my bad. Is that the stain I keep finding on your sheets? Because I have towels I'd rather you use-"

"Could you NOT talk to me right now? You literally almost saw it!"

His mother scoffed, but still didn't meet his eyes, thankfully.

"I was the one who changed your damn diapers, and I have six whole ass kids. I've seen it all before honey. Now it's normal, you know that-"

"What's not normal is you standing in the doorway talking to me about it! Leave!"

"Alright alright, don't shout. You come downstairs when ya done. How long should I keep the food on warm?"

Félix groaned, regretting...everything, honestly.

"I'll be down in a minute, moment's gone."

"Better be a minute, no one's eating cold fish in this house."

His mom FINALLY shut the door, and Félix groaned, covering his face in both his hands. He then grumbled, realizing he just slapped his face full of lube.

Dick move.

[alasse-earfalas]

This is a bit of original fiction I wrote a few years ago. It's heavily based on real events and struggles, written from the PoV of one of my alts (who, despite the name and similar appearance, has nothing to do with Skyward Sword). Been thinking about this lately and wondering if this is common for ADHD or if it's a combination of that and dissociation.

Sky says "hi and if you have any questions please feel free to ask, I don't bite 🙂".

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Sky snapped back to reality when he heard the garage door open. He blinked, staring at the page in front of him.

How long had he spaced out this time? He checked the clock.

Three hours.

He rested his head on the blank piece of paper as he heard his mother walk in and set her things down. He’d have to explain to her that he hadn’t gotten anything done. Again. He wondered in a fit of panic if she would decide to not let him go to the family reunion, simply out of sheer frustration.

A deep ache sounded in his heart. Why? Why couldn’t he just focus? No, that wasn’t it. He knew the answer to that question well enough. He was on medication for his ADHD, and it was, supposedly, helping. He did find it kind of easier to focus when he took it, he guessed. But this daydreaming! His meds did nothing to help with that.

“Hey sweetie?” he heard his mother call out as she approached his room. “You get your homework done?”

What did she care? Sky slumped back in his chair. She was never home anyway. Neither of his parents were.

“Sky?” his mom said, poking her head into his room. “How’s the homework coming?”

“I’m not done yet,” he said tiredly.

“Well how much do you have left to do?”

Sky hesitated. “A lot.”

Sky winced at his mother’s all too familiar sigh. “Well, you know you can’t go to the family reunion this year unless you get all caught up,” she said.

“I know.”

“Did you take your medication today?”

“Yes.”

There was an awkward pause. “Well, alright then.” She started walking away from his room. “Better get working on it if you want to go this year!”

He did want to go. He desperately wanted to go. But no matter how much he wanted to go, he simply could not get himself to focus. It was like his mind was rebelling against him. He could do the work; that wasn’t the problem. If he could just focus he could knock these assignments out in no time.

Sky rubbed his face, then picked up his pencil and looked at the first problem. If he didn’t get all of this done by tomorrow, he couldn’t go. He had to focus.

A thought drifted in into Sky’s mind. The reason he wanted to go to the reunion so bad was because his favorite cousin would be there. Sky was an only child, and he didn’t really have a friend group at school. There were a few people he could hang out with, but they were all part of different groups. Sky typically sat by himself at lunch and didn’t really go to school events (outside of those required by his classes) because he was always so busy trying to get his homework done. He hadn’t been able to go to a family reunion in two years—or was it three?—because he’d been given the same ultimatum: catch up on his homework, or he couldn’t go. Sky wondered if his cousin Billy even remembered him. He smiled. He remembered having a lot of fun hanging around Billy. He wished they could hang out more often, but they lived so far away from each other.

The garage door opened again. Sky blinked, then glanced at the clock. He groaned, planting his face on his hands. Half an hour. It felt like thirty seconds, maybe, but it had been sixty times that. That was probably his dad getting home. His dad had to leave town a lot for his job. His mom worked locally. Sky spent most days by himself.

It wasn’t long before his parents’ bickering started. It didn’t matter what the subject was, really. Sky tried to tune it out and actually, finally, please, focus on his assignment. The bickering progressed in into yelling and slammed doors. Sky stood up and shut his bedroom door, then sat back down. It muffled the sound some. With every ounce of willpower he could muster, Sky forced himself to read the first problem. Every half second a new, interesting thought would assault his mind, and every single time he’d have to fight it to get it to go away.

Twenty minutes went by like this. It was enough time for him to get one past-due math assignment done. Sky set down his pencil and slumped back in his chair. He was already exhausted. Not from the math—the math was easy, he could do that in his sleep. He was the brain in class that the teacher opted to leave off the bell curve out of kindness to the other students. No, it wasn’t the math.

It was the concentrating. Having to fight off every. Little. Insignificant thought that flitted into his mind.

Sky took the finished assignment and placed it very carefully inside his math folder. If he didn’t do this now, he’d lose it, and it would all have been for nothing. He had to have rigid organization and rituals for everything, otherwise his life would just dissolve into chaos.

He noticed that his pencil needed sharpening. He dug around in his backpack for his pencil case. Opened it.

Where was the pencil sharpener?

Sky looked around his cluttered desk. Looked through the drawers. Sighing, he got up. He knew there was a pencil sharpener in his dad’s office he could use. He picked up his water cup, figuring he might as well fill that up since he was going out anyway.

His parents’ argument had died down, but he still tried to be as invisible as possible to avoid being dragged into another one. He walked to the kitchen sink and refilled his cup. On the way back he caught a glimpse of what was on television. His mother was watching one of those reality shows. Sky didn’t really care for them anymore. The cast members were all getting ready to participate in some kind of group challenge. The course looked interesting. Sky wondered what he would’ve done, if he had been there. As the countdown began, Sky started coming up with strategies, how he’d go about it, who he’d have do what job, which part he’d focus on first—

“Sky.”

His eyes re-glued themselves to the screen. Everyone was starting to move. Some teams were rushing to one task, some teams to another—

The sound from the TV suddenly died. “Sky!”

Sky, finally in control again, blinked, then looked at his mother, embarrassed. “Yeah?”

“I asked you how the homework’s going?”

“Oh, I’ve got one assignment done.”

She scowled at him. “Just one since I’ve been home?”

Sky shrank. He nodded.

“Alright, well, you know what the consequences are.” She turned back to the TV.

Sky hurriedly left the room before she could turn the sound back on.

Sky set his water down on the desk before plopping down into his chair. He checked his list of assignments. Looks like he had a worksheet to fill out about a book he was supposed to be reading.

Where did he put that? Sky turned his chair around and scanned the room. Was it by his nightstand? He got up to check. No, it wasn’t there. Maybe his bookshelf? He walked over to the bookshelf. He didn’t see his assigned book, but he saw another book he’d been meaning to read. He pulled it from the shelf and flipped it open to the bookmark. It was a fascinating read, all about these mutant kids who’d escaped from a lab and had to go after an evil sorcerer.

Some time later, Sky heard a knock on his door. “Yes?” he called.

“Dinner’s ready.”

“Okay.” As Sky turned his gaze away from the door, he caught sight of his desk.

Oh. Right.

Whoops.

Sky shoved the bookmark back in the book and put the book back on the shelf. Suddenly he remembered: that’s right, he’d put the assigned book in his backpack. He’d have to check there later.

Sky went out to the kitchen. “How’s the homework coming?” his dad asked.

“I got a math assignment done,” Sky said as he grabbed a plate.

“That’s good,” his dad said. “How much more do you have to do?”

Sky grimaced. “A lot.”

“You mean you got another math assignment done?” his mother asked.

Sky kept adding food to his plate. It gave him an excuse to avoid eye contact as he shook his head.

His mother launched into her typical spiel. Sky knew the basic gist: what was taking him so long, didn’t he know it was better to get his work done before he relaxed, clearly he didn’t want to go to the family reunion, didn’t he understand how important his grades were. And then, the doozy: “You’re so smart, but I swear you act so stupid sometimes!”

Sky walked silently to his room. He could feel his cheeks getting hot. He closed the door behind him, sat down at his desk, and cried.

Yes, he knew how important school was. Yes, of course he wanted to go to the family reunion; what was the point of using that to supposedly motivate him if he didn’t want to go? And yes, he was smart. He knew he was smart. He just couldn’t focus to save his life.

Sky brought himself up to his elbows and wiped his eyes. What assignment had he been doing again? He checked his assignment list. Right, the book worksheet. He rummaged through the designated “books” pocket of his backpack.

The book wasn’t there.

After a few seconds of mild panic, Sky found the book in a different pocket. Right, he’d had to rush out of class, so he didn’t have time to put it back in the right pocket. Sky pulled the worksheet over and began going through the questions. The first one seemed simple enough. Sky grabbed his pencil.

Right. It still needed to be sharpened.

Sky checked his backpack again to no avail. Finally he relented, stood up and walked out of his room. After sharpening his pencil, on his way back to his room, he got stuck watching the TV again.

“Sky?”

Sky barely even registered that someone was speaking to him.

The sound on the TV died again. “Sky!”

Sky jumped. “Oh, yeah?”

“Do you need something?” his dad asked.

“Oh, no,” Sky said.

“Then go do your homework!”

Sky nodded, then left quickly.

Back at his desk, sharpened pencil in hand, Sky sat down, determined to focus. As he was re-reading the question (he’d forgotten it since getting up to sharpen his pencil), he began absent-mindedly bouncing his pencil on the desk. He started watching his pencil, surprised at how high it bounced off the eraser rubber. Sky wondered how high he could drop it from. How high could he get it to bounce?

After a thorough ten-minute study of the bounciness of pencil erasers, Sky’s pencil fell on the floor and rolled out of reach. Sky stood up to grab his pencil, which jolted his mind back to what he was supposed to be doing.

Homework. Right. But first, he was hungry, and everyone knows it’s not good to try to think on an empty stomach.

When his parents checked on him half an hour later, he still hadn’t gotten any more work done. He ended up staying up almost three hours past his bedtime, desperately trying to catch up on his homework. Finally he got so mentally exhausted that he just couldn’t think anymore. He tried to push himself past even that point, but doing so was clearly, obviously getting him nowhere.

Getting up in the morning was going to be a pain, he thought as he set his alarm for the next morning. He really hoped he didn’t accidentally turn off his alarm in the morning before falling back to sleep. He hoped his alarm would wake him up at all!

He dutifully packed his backpack, then took his plate to the sink and finished getting ready for bed. One day. That was all the time he had left to get his homework done. He tried to think of time in class or during lunch that he might be able to get a few things done. The more he could get done at school, the better. He found it easier to focus there for whatever reason.

As he drifted off to sleep, Sky thought about why he was so adamant about going to the family reunion in the first place: his cousin, Billy. Sky didn’t really have anyone else he felt like he could talk to. Maybe he couldn’t talk to Billy anymore, either. Maybe his cousin had changed since the last time they saw each other. Worry began to creep in. What if he thought Sky was stupid now? What if he thought he was weird, and avoided him, just like everyone at school did? He’d had friends in earlier grades, but it was like they grew out of him, or something. Sky didn’t really understand it. He thought he was a pretty nice guy. But he felt awkward in groups, like he was out of the loop. Like he was always missing some crucial bit of information, some social handbook that everyone else had access to.

His thoughts began to be muddled. It was the first sign that he was falling asleep, and the last thing he remembered before doing so.

[roadtogracelandx45]

Among Angels|3| Top Gun Maverick

@luckyladycreator2 @prettyinpayne

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part 2

“Morning.” Maverick greeted his daughter who had come down the stairs rubbing her eyes sleepily, her three dogs trailing behind her antsing to go outside. “Mornin’.’ She yawned before she opened the back door and let the dogs go running outside. 

“Coffee?” He offered, he was taking Ice’s advice from the night before seriously. He had to take it one step at a time with Bianca , start with the little things otherwise, she would shut him down. 

“Please.’ She yawned again.

 “A lot of homework?” He busied himself with grabbing a coffee mug out of the cabinet. 

“Two last papers for my AP classes. And I talked to Bradley until about midnight.” Her father turned to look at her and raised an eyebrow.

 “It was a paper on something he was studying at school so he helped.” She shrugged her shoulders and put some milk in the coffee he had handed her. 

“We have almost daily talks. We talk about school, about the Navy, about our dads. You included.” Maverick knew that she wanted to say that he didn’t deserve that title because of what he had done in the past.

 But she held her tongue. 

“He tells me about his girlfriends. And I tell him about George.” “George is?” “George was the first serious boyfriend I had.” She took another sip of her coffee and stood up from her chair, she could hear the rumblings of the rest of the house getting up so she figured she could start on breakfast. 

 “And the only one I had. It's a long story and I don’t want to talk about it.” 

“Of course.”  

“Can I ask you something?”  Maverick nodded his head as he poured some dog food into the bowls that were lined up by the island. 

“Why do you leave so often?” The food spilled over the rim of the bowl and he froze at her question. “I mean you were here for Bradley, but me every time something happens you aren’t here. Did you not want me? Do you not love us?” 

 He could tell by the tears in her voice she had been holding onto this for so long, he wondered if Bradley had prompted this. He glanced at the doorway and saw his husband standing barely in sight dressed in his uniform. 

“I,” He started before clearing his throat, “have been afraid of losing you and Ice. Like I lost my parents. Like I lost Goose. And don’t think that I don’t love you, I do, I have since the moment I felt you kicking in Charlie’s stomach.” 

 There were more tears in Bianca’s eyes at that point, Charlotte Blackwood, had been their surrogate and had been around for the first years of Bianca’s life then passed away from a nasty motorcycle accident. 

 “When I got to hold you the first time.” Maverick had put the dog food back on the counter and crossed the room, “It was like.” 

“Love at first sight.” Iceman said as he came into the kitchen,  “You made our family complete.” Bianca looked at Maverick for reassurance and he nodded his head.  She took several deep breaths to steady herself before nodding her own head as her aunt and uncle joined them.  “Everything okay here?” Alex asked, looking first at his brother and niece then at Maverick.  Bianca nodded her head in agreement. 

``You look like shit kid.” “You will be the top of your class and have to give a speech in front of everyone and their mother in a week and tell me how you feel. It's exhausting. I am exhausted, okay?” 

Glancing at his husband to see if he thought  the same thing, Maverick spoke, “Do you have to go to school today?”  ``No, I turned my papers in electronically.” “You are going to come with me.” “Huh?” Alex, Ana and Bianca  all said together, surprised. It was very rare that he wanted to spend time with Maggie, usually it was a big family thing. 

“Don’t ask. Just go get ready for the day.”  Carrying her plate of food and coffee mug, Bianca, still wearing a confused look, went up the stairs to her room. “Just don’t anything stupid Pete. Please.’ Iceman commented once the music turned on in their daughter’s bedroom. “She has worked too damn hard to get into the academy that doing some stupid stunt with you is going to ruin it.” “Don’t worry babe.” Maverick smirked, ‘I got this.” 

~*~

“Mav? Where are we going?’  Bianca questioned as her father directed her jeep towards the highway, “Dad will kill us both if you try to sneak us into Top Gun and into another plane.” Maverick laughed, his husband had been furious when Maverick had snuck Bianca into MiraMir and into a F13.  

Bianca was completely silent the whole flight until he started turning and burning and going inverted. Then she started laughing and screaming in excitement and Ice heard and went ballistic on the radio.  

“No, we won’t give your dad a heart attack unless you really want to.’ Bianca shook her head, “No, he already has high blood pressure.” Maverick glanced at her in confusion, he hadn’t been informed of that. “Stevie and I got into some trouble not too long ago, he crashed Slider’s mustang into my old room.”  He slammed on the breaks causing her to curse and throw her hands out to stop herself from flying forward.

 “Uncle Alex was in charge because Dad was on a deployment, his last one actually, and Slider was over and they left us unattended and he got into the car and smashed into the house. It was a good thing I was outside with them and not already in bed.”  “And Steven is still alive?” “Yep.” She popped the p, 'He is actually going to the academy too, and he’s giving a speech at graduation too.’ Maverick shook his head in surprise.  

“Trust me, I did that for an hour after they told us. And I broke my favorite coffee mug from London when he told us he got into the academy.” 

Maverick was mentally kicking himself in the ass for missing so much of his daughter’s life, he didn’t know the girl sitting next to him. He had glimpses of her, from the videos and pictures Ice would send him.  

“What do you want to go into with the Navy?” “At first, Bradley said I would make a good lawyer with how much I argue with people. So it was going to be law.’

  He did remember that he had been on the receiving end of one of her arguments and knew how good she could be. 

“But Dad took me up in his plane before he stopped flying and I just.” 

“Felt alive?” 

“Yeah. he didn’t do a lot of crazy stuff like you did but still. It felt like I was meant to be up there.’  

He nodded his head, he knew exactly how she felt, he felt it every time he was up in the air.  “It is so hard to get into the pilot program that I don’t think I will actually get into it.”  “You are a  Mitchell and a Kazansky, you will get in. if not become a JAG lawyer and bail my ass out of trouble.” She laughed at that, “Be the Kazansky family job, bailing a Mitchell out of trouble.” 

[elderemorune]

A Wild Blog Post Appears!

Quick warning, I mention some CSA. Nothing graphic, but still, fair to mention.

Cue battle music!

Man, Gold, Silver and Crystal were really something. But Pokemon isn't the point of today's post, it's more lamentations about my blood family!

Hooray...

By and large, my life isn't very confusing. I wake up, put the dog out, help my wife get ready for school, brew coffee, and sit down for work, right at 9:00 AM. I do my day job, (which today involves fixing myriad issues on a project), get distracted, get back to work, take a call from my content writer or my boss, shoot the shit for too long, get back to work, get distracted again, get to work, continue the cycle until 5:00 PM, whereupon I move from one spot on the couch to another, watch anime until I'm bored while my wife does homework, watch an episode of Star Trek with my roommate, play FF14 until about 11:00, and go to bed.

This is my usual workday.

My content writer is my mom, and my boss is my dad.

I have a fantastic professional relationship with them. But my personal relationships with them are... Tepid, I'd say.

Don't get me wrong, I fucking love my folks, and I know they love me, which is a damn sight more than too many people can say. It's just that abuse is so hard to recover from, you know?

This part of my life is what confuses me. Every time I need my mom, she has a tendency of disappearing. My dad's not even a remotely safe choice for emotional support.

I don't let them know about my personal life much anymore. Sometimes I try, but then I'm reminded why I can't. Like yesterday, with Ruth. I was so angry, and I just needed my mom for a minute. She was asleep, which is fine! I understand the need for a nap, and my mom's always been pretty sleepy. It's just that she was gone again when I needed her. I can't recall the last time I was able to rely on her outside of work. To her credit, she did text me later to ask me if I was okay. By that point, I was, and told her such. Maybe it's selfish of me to wish she'd picked up when I called twice to ask for help, but I can't help that. A child always wants their mom.

In our work though, she's great! Present, asking good questions, makes sure she understands what the end goal of a project is, honestly lovely to work with! She's very communicative about progress on stuff I need in order to do my job too!

I have no positive memories of my dad from when I was a kid. We've been over this a little, no need to re-hash it here.

As a boss though, again, fantastic. Very communicative, very receptive to what I have to say in regards to my role, expectations are clear, I straight up cannot work for a boss who is not at least as good as my dad. The company offers unlimited PTO, long as I get my shit done, the pay is less than someone else in my role would be making but that's only because the company is paying me what it can afford (I know the books, I know this to be certified fact). There isn't any corporate culture for me to have to work around, instead allowing me to work with the necessary adjustments for my ADHD and no need to ask HR if I can wear my headphones.

But this is why it's so damn confusing. In a professional world, they're ideal, at least for me. But why couldn't they be parents like this? Why can't they?

I dunno.

It's hard to process, you know? Emotional neglect, favoritism out the ass (My folks have spent my entire life being TERRIFIED of my sister), unreasonable punishments, beatings, constantly having to walk on eggshells, is it any fucking wonder that I'm anxious all the time? Hell, even now the favoritism is still happening. The only reason it's not happening in my face is because I fucking left.

Why couldn't my dad have at least had this level of professional decorum as a landlord when my sister decided that she was going to have more animals than our lease (that HE wrote) allowed? Where was this attention when I was coming home in tears daily because of the torment I was receiving at school from both students AND admin? Where was the patience for my disability when I struggled with math homework because I could do the stuff in my head, but not on paper?

Where was this understanding last year when I decided to give a statement to the FBI about their former friend grooming me? They told me that it wasn't worth digging up again, and tried to convince me to just leave it alone. They said it was to protect my own mental health, but all it showed me was that they don't know me.

Now when we visit, my mom hugs me, and I have a hard time hugging her back. There's a warmth there that feels so fucking alien that it's hard to accept it. Dad, at least, doesn't opt for physical affection, resorting instead to gifts. While I certainly don't mind my 3D printer, it came with needing to spend time in person with him, and time in person with him that isn't for something specific always ends with me getting hurt somehow.

You know, like him saying that he's conservative because he has money and he'd like to keep it, but still 'understanding' why I'm liberal and that it's because I don't have the resources he does. Or accusing my wife of being racist when she said that Jay Leno's hiring practices for writers were racist.

Why are they like this?

Is it really just a WASP thing?

Who even knows, man.

[punkscowardschampions]

Bibi (& co.)

Bobby: [Basically I vibe whilst you are awkwardly at McVickers, just wanting to see Jimmy and go home, you’re not full catatonic like you’re communicating with them as much as you can to be polite and you’re doing your homework and going to School and all the normal things but you’re NOT getting into it with Libi like she obviously wants to, like it will not be entertained, sweetie; and then does Casey pick you up to go home? I feel like, potentially; anyway it happens and we all know the state he is in, despite you having a convo where he seemed well, which was only because Janis was there and now she’s not oh GOD]

Bobby: She isn’t here, where is she?

Libi: I don’t know, when I spoke to her she said she and Case were going to be taking it in turns to be there

Bobby: Neither of them is here, fucking figures

Libi: I’ll come, we can be there together

Bobby: He was better on the phone, not normal but alright

Libi: Something’s obviously happened since for her to have left

Bobby: He’s not capable of a conversation, never mind an argument 

Bobby: She’s just gone

Libi: Maybe her and Casey had one, like I said, she told me different

Bobby: That’s not good enough

Libi: She’s not in her right mind at the minute and Casey hasn’t ever been

Bobby: You’re damn right she ain’t

Bobby: why help him at all, why give him hope, me

Libi: She did want to help him… or does… I’m not sure anymore

Bobby: Then she better come back, she can’t do it from under Casey

Libi: Maybe he doesn’t want her there, they did talk, she said so

Bobby: He’s not in his right mind

Bobby: You didn’t see him, how much better it was

Libi: I know but

Bobby: but what?

Libi: There’s something she told me, told him too, that I didn’t tell you

Bobby: What

Libi: She’s pregnant, Bobby

Libi: and who can blame Jim if he didn’t take that news well, I didn’t either

Bobby: Are you serious right now

Libi: Deadly

Bobby: No wonder they’ve left

Libi: I should’ve told you before, I’m sorry

Bobby: How can she know

Bobby: how long have they been doing it then, it can’t have just been this trip

Libi: It’s Jimmy’s, it has to be if the first time they did anything was when she thought Case would be sent to prison and I believe her that it was

Bobby: Then she needs to be here, if it’s his

Libi: She can’t, not if she told him the truth about her feelings for Casey, and I think she must’ve, to not be here

Bobby: Feelings don’t matter if she wants to have a baby

Libi: Feelings always matter, especially if there’s going to be a baby around them

Bobby: What about his feelings then

Libi: I don’t know what his feelings are, I’m guessing, cos I wouldn’t want to bring up a baby with somebody who was in love with someone else and would be with them if the baby didn’t exist

Libi: who only had a baby with me cos the someone got a girlfriend and that wasn’t even the main reason I couldn’t be with them

Bobby: Nah, you’re wrong, that’s all he wants, a family with her

Libi: Then she decided to leave cos she doesn’t want one with him

Bobby: She could’ve thought about that before making it fucking happen, it’s too late

Libi: Yeah, she’s still gone though, whatever the reason

Bobby: I’ll bring her back

Libi: You can’t, all you can do is look after Jimmy

Bobby: [pause to be blowing her phone up regardless]

Libi: We need to work out what we’re gonna do to actually help him

Bobby: I can look after him

Libi: What about the baby? You’ve seen how few chances dads get to be a dad in my family, do you fancy seeing him getting pushed out and Case raising it? I don’t

Bobby: She said he don’t want her here, you can’t trust a single thing she says

Libi: The thing is, I can… I do

Bobby: Why, all she’s done is lie, this entire time

Libi: She didn’t lie to me once the entire time we talked, and it all made her look really fucking bad so she could’ve

Bobby: Because it is bad

Bobby: if she knew she wanted Casey, why the fuck did she do this, it doesn’t make sense

Libi: She tried to move on, after he did, end it before it started

Bobby: Didn’t last long enough to get the kid here

Libi: Telling herself, and him, to stop was easier in theory

Bobby: no shit

Libi: What else did she say?

Bobby: A load of bullshit

Libi: Such as?

Bobby: There’s no point going over it, you’ve probably already talked about it with her

Libi: As long as we keep on talking

Libi: I got it wrong dropping the baby on you how and when I did, but we have to

Bobby: They need to keep on talking, more like

Libi: She will, she’d never just leave it like this

Bobby: Do you even know where she is

Libi: No, I said I don’t before

Bobby: How’s he supposed to ask about the baby

Libi: The same way you’re asking me questions

Bobby: He needs to see it or it won’t be real

Libi: The baby isn’t real yet, she came off the pill when Casey was with [the girlfriend’s name]

Bobby: of course it’s real

Libi: Not to look at, I mean

Bobby: It doesn’t take that long

Libi: Longer than it’s been

Bobby: You want her back too, don’t lie

Libi: I’d be lying if I said I think that’s a good idea

Bobby: You said you want him to get to be it’s dad

Libi: He kicked her out, he’s asking for time and space, you said it’s not our decision to make and you were right

Bobby: Only because she’s not stopped, or said sorry properly

Libi: She isn’t stopping or begging him to take her back, Bobby

Libi: she doesn’t want either of those things to happen

Bobby: Casey doesn’t get to just steal his life

Libi: He won’t when we can get Jim coping without them needing to be around, she wouldn’t say he isn’t allowed to look after his own baby for no reason

Bobby: It’s their fault he isn’t coping, they can’t say anything about it

Libi: Nobody is going to cos we’ll make sure he is

Bobby: How

Libi: You weren’t wrong about him and the baby, only a bit keen about the timings, and until that’s enough of a reason to feel better we’ll look after him, like you said

Bobby: You shouldn’t leave her with him, she should be at Ali’s or somewhere

Libi: I can’t force her, I’ve already tried telling her to

Bobby: You could try harder, tell your nan

Libi: You’re going to accuse me of not doing enough when I’m on my way over?

Libi: There are enough angry people directly involved without snitching to my nan, and it’s all of us who need to sort this, not her

Bobby: Has she told anyone she’s pregnant, your family has a right to know, especially as she’s not being safe

Libi: This early it would be bad luck

Bobby: It’ll be as bad luck in 9 months

Libi: You know what I mean

Bobby: No, it doesn’t matter if she loses it, it still exists right now

Libi: What really doesn’t matter is however you’re imagining my nan or anyone else in my family would interfere, Janis is an adult

Bobby: At least you’ve realised how little she cares about any of you, any of the people she’s meant to 

Libi: She cares, but like she said, her whole life doesn’t revolve around me

Bobby: It isn’t just you, or any one person, it’s meant to be all of us together, that’s a family

Libi: We’re still a family, especially now the baby exists, we all have to be

Bobby: Why are you telling me like she’s not the one who only cares about herself

Libi: I’m just trying to get my head ‘round it

Libi: Why are you having a go at me like it’s my fault?

Bobby: I’m not but I don’t need to hear the brainwashing

Libi: You don’t need to talk to me that way

Bobby: I get it, this is hard for you but not as hard as it is for Jim

Libi: Of course it’s hardest for him, that’s why I’m coming over

Bobby: I don’t know what you can do but alright

Libi: We’re taking over from them, everything they were doing, whatever he needs

Bobby: I’m already making dinner

Libi: I’ll be passing [whatever food shop is nearest whether that’s a tesco express vibe or more like a corner shop] if you’re missing any ingredients

Libi: or I’ll wash up

Bobby: It’s just [whatever is one of Jimmy’s faves and thus nothing fancy like no, don’t need any ingredients tah]

Libi: Alright, cleaning up after it is 

Bobby: Alright

Libi: In [however long because it’s clearly minutes by this point cos I doubt mcvickers gaff is ages away from wherever y’all rent compared to Ali’s] then 

Bobby: 👍

Libi: [when that Jimothy-esque thumbs up HURTS but show up when you said you would gal, flick the lights on and off in the kitchen where I assume he is, cos that’s how you gotta announce yourself when someone is deaf]

Bobby: [the half look back we’re doing simply to acknowledge you’re here because can’t leave her playing with the lightswitch like we didn’t see that]

Libi: [sit yourself down at the kitchen table as if this isn’t heartbreaking af, obvs angled in this seat to face him in the hope he’ll wanna talk to her]

Bobby: [soz that we do not want to and are just focusing on cooking this food like it’s our job, when he probably won’t even eat it and we all know it]

Libi: [such fun, what a time to be alive, do you wanna skip to when Jimmy has to get Casey from Ian’s cos Bobby was asleep I think but as Libi’s there she could defs be awake or be awakened by the commotion of them and Chubby coming back and since she’s not deaf she could sneak whilst Jimothy is busy collecting the first aid supplies that his bad patient brother won’t let him use and therefore see the state of Casey and wake up Bobby to tell him]

Bobby: [that is a logical next step]

Libi: [shake him awake hardcore and describe every sound you heard and how you went downstairs to investigate ‘Jim’s brought Case back here, he’s badly hurt’ emphasising badly with her body language and the look in her eyes like !]

Bobby: [always a fun time for anyone being awoken that violently, blinking in the sudden light and information being thrown at you ‘I told you it’d end badly’ very rude you think Janis has done this boy but I guess you thought they were together so kinda makes sense but still ‘what’s badly?’ because he is often hurt to degrees we’re sure you would be shocked at and we wouldn’t necessarily because thanks Ian]

Libi: [when she was unthinkingly getting into bed with him cos she is shooketh and it makes you chilly as well as wanting the comfort of the closeness of him but then he blames Janis for the carnage and she couldn’t be more offended and quicker to move away from this boy like excuse you ‘she wouldn’t do any of what I just saw’ and making a movie ref I can’t cos I’m not a nerd to explain how badly hurt he do be, it’s BAD we know]

Bobby: [‘who then?’ as we’re wiping the sleep from our eyes because had no doubt you two were together so now it’s like well were they just out partying and having a fabulous time then for him to get into a fight with a random ‘and where is she?’]

Libi: [‘I don’t know, they must’ve gone their separate ways, maybe she did take on board what I said about going back to stay with her mum’ when you just gotta hope she’s at Ali’s because so many alternatives don’t bear thinking about]

Bobby: [getting up and putting on your joggers or whatever to be dressed enough to go downstairs and confront this situation ‘which you would actually know if you were at home instead of bothering me’ in such unimpressed and dismissive sign as we’re busting through this door to go help Jimmy ‘cos you know what Casey is like in these situations]

Libi: [once again absolutely heartbroken about this, to the point that you can’t even follow him, will be going somewhere he isn’t and ringing Janis immediately instead despite not remotely expecting an answer, you enjoy Jimothy as immediately just telling you to go back to bed on your own, boy]

Bobby: [at least she was talking to Jimmy whilst this drama was going on so she is awake and on her phone, even if she doesn’t answer immediately because she doesn’t want to miss any info/a call from Jimmy; meanwhile downstairs we’re insisting you let us help because you’re barely capable of looking after yourself rn and that’s no secret]

Libi: [the way Jimmy would hear him coming cos he’s loud and meet him on the stairs to deny him entry so he can’t even see the state Casey is in is too real for his protective older brother + this is my fault and I gotta sort it on my own vibes but very frustrating cos Bobby is not wrong and we all know from the fact Janis has to patch Casey up when he gets to the hotel that he isn’t gonna let either of these lads do anything at all, nbd just having a dismissive convo of your own with Bobby on these stairs cos doesn’t have time for this]

Bobby: [attempt to argue your way down for a while but eventually give up because what’s the point, get back in your room]

Libi: [Libi is 10000% hearing you come back up those stairs sir in no time at all, but soz we are simply not gonna talk to you rn cos are blatantly waiting for Janis to get in touch with us]

Bobby: [he would not want to talk to you right now anyway so it’s for the best hun]

Libi: [Do you want me to shoot Janis a message in this convo and we can do however much of that in here like we did last time?]

Bobby: [I reckon we could do that, sure I remember the vibe, enough]

Libi: [okay so the panicked missed call and then I’ll do a message]

Libi: What happened? Where are you? Where did Casey go and why weren’t you with him if you weren’t going to stay here? Who did that to him?

Janis: Okay, slow down

Janis: Are you at theirs rn?

Libi: Yeah and I saw him

Janis: It’s bad then… you shouldn’t exactly need three guesses but it was Ian, obviously

Libi: Bobby’s first guess was you, I could be doing worse with mine

Janis: I’d say that it weren’t me should be as obvious but I’ve got less of a leg to stand on these days

Janis: I’m fine, though, I wasn’t with him, as you asked that too

Libi: It was obvious to me

Libi: So where are you? That’s what I actually asked and I can’t come over and check how fine you are if I have no idea where I’m going

Janis: Undeserved but I’ll take it, like

Janis: You don’t need to do that, I’m not lying about it, I haven’t been with him since I left there

Janis: I needed to be alone

Libi: Nobody else will and I might as well be useful to someone somewhere, I’m not needed here

Janis: What about Chubby?

Janis: Look after him for me, yeah

Libi: He’s with Casey

Janis: He can’t be any use to him right now, he’s probably scared

Libi: Me too, about getting a closer look if I head back downstairs

Janis: It’s just blood, always looks worse than it is

Janis: Jimmy would’ve taken him to the hospital if he needed it

Libi: Alright, I’ll try and get him away from the bloodbath

Janis: Call him from the stairs, it’ll be a distraction for both of you, that’s all

Janis: If he won’t come then don’t worry

Libi: [do that and then send her a photo as proof that he’s with you]

Janis: Thanks, Libs

Libi: Don’t bother, it’s nothing

Janis: I’m sorry, you’re there and saw it, he’ll be alright, they both know how to deal with this

Libi: It’s my own fault I am, Bobby’s right, I shouldn’t be

Janis: I’m sure you’re only there because you wanted to help fill the gap I’d left, that’s a nice thing, even if unappreciated 

Libi: You said you’d be here

Janis: That changed, I had to leave and Jimmy told Casey to leave too, that’s why neither of us were there

Janis: Bobby can think otherwise but that’s the truth

Libi: I know, I guessed as much

Janis: He’d have come back to worse if I’d have stayed

Libi: I just didn’t want him to have to do it alone, but he’s treating me like my motives are the same as [that nosey next door neighbour lady] or worse

Janis: I think he might want to do it on his own, unfortunately 

Janis: or did, idk where his head is now things have got even worse, somehow

Libi: His head is stuck on me being your number 1 apologist

Janis: Yeah well, he’s got his ideas and opinions and he doesn’t want to have to change them or hear otherwise right now

Libi: I told him about the baby, I’m sorry

Libi: I thought it would help him to focus on what’s properly important

Janis: It’s fine, he can know

Janis: I’m not entirely surprised that didn’t work though

Libi: He wanted me to pass the news along the full family tree

Janis: It won’t be great when they do find out about all of this

Janis: just not for the reasons he’s hoping, sadly

Libi: It feels like I’m 14 and he’s 4, not for the reasons I’d hope, cos he’s not that kid right now, if only

Janis: It isn’t going to help, any of us pretending either of you are

Janis: I tried to say

Libi: I don’t know what to do, we might as well be on different planets

Janis: I think you have to give this time, until you can do anything

Janis: or you’re just headbutting a brick wall, only fucking yourself up in the process

Libi: Things keep getting even shitter with time, for all of us

Janis: Letting Casey go there was a big mistake, on mine and Jim’s part

Janis: but a wake up call, we can’t keep making mistakes like that because we’re hurt

Libi: You couldn’t have stopped him, not really

Janis: I could’ve but I didn’t so I’ll have to face the consequences 

Libi: They’re Ian’s consequences, but him never facing up to any of them doesn’t mean you have to

Libi: you’re not responsible for everything either of them do, Jim or Case, nevermind the things they should and can’t

Janis: I wish it was that simple this time, Jim wasn’t the only one to tell him to leave

Janis: I can take the blame that’s mine, it’s how we act now that has to count

Libi: You didn’t tell him to go off and get himself almost killed

Janis: I didn’t tell him not to

Libi: It’s implied by how much you love him

Janis: It’s not always enough

Libi: No, I suppose not, like

Janis: Not the answer any of us were looking for but

Janis: It’s good, that Jimmy was the one to go get him

Libi: It’s what you wanted anyway

Janis: Not quite but it’s a start, it could be

Janis: neither of them can deny they care

Libi: 🤞

Janis: It can’t get worse, rock bottom was hit, trust me

Libi: I hope you’re right

Janis: It’s too personal and I won’t go into it but we broke, me and Jimmy, I think we needed to

Janis: it has to be worth something

Libi: He can’t deny Casey is his brother or that you love him, it’s a start

Janis: Do you think you’ll go home, in the morning?

Libi: I don’t have a choice, Bobs made it clear he doesn’t want me here

Janis: Well, you know you can tell mum anything

Janis: It’s more important you have someone to talk to than keeping any secrets for me, she’ll have to know soon enough regardless

Libi: It isn’t for you, I’d happily take to my grave how he spoke to me if it would make it less real

Janis: but it won’t

Libi: Rock bottom, yeah?

Janis: Exactly

Janis: Is he helping downstairs?

Libi: He tried, but it didn’t take him long to work out offering was a lost cause, I would’ve told him so if he was talking to me

Janis: should’ve guessed

Libi: Part of me is gutted they didn’t let him see after he accused you of being the one who hurt Case, there’s still a bigger part glad he doesn’t know how bad it is though

Janis: Jimmy is as likely to let anyone help him as Bobby is, doesn’t make it right but isn’t my place anymore to say

Libi: Yeah, our place is far away for a while, like you said

Janis: I completely get Bobby’s frustration though, it’s not really about you

Libi: I understand that, but it’s aimed at me, and it’s me who has to interpret for him at school as if nothing has changed

Janis: Well that’s never been right

Janis: I will talk to Jimmy, soon, not right now for reasons I know you understand too

Janis: They need to get an interpreter, what if you want to do different leavers subjects, it’s ridiculous and unfair to you

Libi: It’s more unfair to him, to need me when he doesn’t want me

Janis: Yes, it’s unfair for him too but not for that reason

Libi: I don’t want to go tomorrow

Janis: Then don’t, it’s not that important

Janis: I don’t think Bobby should be going either but if Jimmy decides to send him he’ll have to deal with all that means

Libi: I’d leave him a note but he already thinks we’re too much alike

Janis: I wouldn’t

Libi: Should I go to nan’s instead? It’ll mean I can take Chubby and keep looking after him, give him the walk neither of them are going to be prioritising

Janis: If that’s needed, I’ll let you know

Janis: I don’t think that should be your first port of call though, no

Libi: I’ll be catching the first bus to the middle of nowhere otherwise, leaving early before Bob wakes up

Janis: I think that’s for the best

Libi: You would think so, in my shoes you’d have left already

Janis: You know he doesn’t want you there, I’m not trying to be cruel putting it in words to reiterate 

Janis: it’s not doing either of you any good

Libi: I can’t help that it goes against every instinct I have

Janis: I’m not blaming you

Libi: How is it this easy for him?

Janis: He’s just coping in a different way

Libi: He didn’t even flinch, that was all me

Janis: It just looks easier, doesn’t always mean its true

Libi: The truth is, this is hardest for Jimmy and Bobby's right to put all his energy there, I’ve got to face and get over it

Libi: what matters is everyone has someone

Janis: He’s got a one-track mind right now that you aren’t going to change regardless, yeah

Libi: Yeah, though being too quick to agree with you does only make his brainwashing claim sound more valid

Janis: It’s in his favour though, if I was brainwashing you I’d be putting you off him or whatever the fuck 

Libi: What’s really offensive is him entertaining that if we were a cult anybody but me would be the leader

Janis: How could he, like

Janis: Now you know he’s not thinking straight

Libi: I’m not short of those clues

Janis: It’s been days

Janis: we all need to let the dust settle before there’s any way ahead clear

Libi: You say that like I’ve got a 🔫 to his head

Janis: Were you who just became a self-professed cult leader…

Libi: If the 👑 fits

Libi: you always call me spoiled

Janis: Come on, not for days now

Libi: You���re 🤏 busy 

Janis: I’m a 🤏 of a hypocrite

Libi: That too

Janis: Being nice to everyone is going so well, why default to my old ways

Libi: Bringing up the baby as a reason we should all change our ways has already gone so well, why would I have another go?

Janis: It’s not down to you, you’re one of the only people in this who it ain’t

Libi: We’re a family and in this together, I can’t believe I have to keep repeating this to everyone

Janis: It’s not that simple

Libi: Yeah it is, the adults fucked up, the baby didn’t ask to be born into such a messed up situation, all of us need to do what we can to sort it before then

Janis: It isn’t, it’s my baby and my decision

Libi: A baby you’ve decided to keep so it’ll be in everyone’s lives

Janis: Not necessarily 

Libi: It’s definitely not that simple, you just wish it was

Janis: Thinking it’s going to resemble anything like before is naive

Janis: we’re not all just going to get along for the sake of a kid, that’s not how it works

Libi: I didn’t say that, I said we’re all related to this kid and going to have to be involved

Janis: No, I don’t know, alright

Libi: It’s non-negotiable like us

Janis: Except it isn’t, I have no idea how much he’ll want to see this baby or if he’ll see me at all, and neither do you so just stop

Libi: That’s your guilt talking, I know him, he wouldn’t take what you’ve done out on this kid

Janis: It’s not, he’s allowed to feel however he wants about it, you can’t put your morals onto everyone

Janis: considering I used him and this baby as a pawn, it’s fairly likely he’s not going to want to be involved

Libi: Basic human decency isn’t exclusive to me, however much it might feel like I’m alone in having any right now

Janis: For God’s sake, I can’t focus on this right now

Janis: Casey is actually hurt, never mind these speculations

Libi: He’s decent, stop bringing him down to your level

Libi: and yeah, I know Casey’s hurt, I saw it with my own eyes cos I’m still here, unlike you

Janis: So I should just let him decent himself into the ground, great idea

Janis: I’m not there because I was asked not to be, you invited yourself

Libi: You’re not here cos whatever happens to either of them is your fault

Janis: How handy for them

Libi: No, you’re the one who gets to walk and look away, they don’t have anywhere else to go, unless we are actually counting into the ground, or anyone else to run to

Janis: They’re grown men, Libi

Libi: With no other family or support network and you’ve ripped this one apart

Janis: Go ahead and keep trying then

Libi: Somebody fucking has to

Janis: Somebody fucking has for the last decade

Janis: he gave up first

Libi: You could’ve left him, that’s what you do

Libi: *without taking his brother with you

Janis: In the world where you can do everything you should, yeah, how perfect

Libi: You’re supposed to pull people back from the edge, not push them off it if you don’t know how to

Janis: You’re such a child

Libi: You’re the one who said he might have nothing to live for now

Libi: if it’s childish to not want him to die, okay, I’m a fucking kid

Janis: I didn’t say that but that’s a hostage situation, not a relationship, Jesus

Libi: It’s not a perfect world according to you and I’m naive for thinking things can ever be better than how shit they are

Janis: Well yeah, look around you

Janis: a kid fixes nothing, that’s repeating about a thousand people’s mistakes never mind our own and it isn’t happening

Libi: This pregnancy shouldn’t be happening but you both made it so it’s up to you to fix it

Libi: I got your message loud and clear, everyone else back off, especially me

Janis: No, nothing is being fixed, fucking hell

Janis: I’m not sure what you aren’t grasping about this but it’s irrelevant

Libi: You’re not grasping that you can’t leave things like this forever, there’s giving people time and space and then there’s giving up too

Janis: It’s over, Libi, it is done

Janis: There are enough broken families within ours for you to know that that is what happens and is happening

Janis: you don’t pull yourself up by your bootstraps and muddle alongside someone you can’t stand now until it’s all peace and love again, that’s a fantasy

Libi: It’s your fantasy that you’ll never see him again, you have to co-parent however broken this family is

Janis: Right, and you know enough dads who aren’t to know that is not the only option remotely

Janis: He doesn’t want a kid, hero worship him in your own time because I know the truth and what he actually thinks

Libi: He’s hurt, unless he’s planning to hold onto it for the rest of his life, he’s got the option to change his mind

Janis: He has no plan

Libi: None of us do, we’re living minute by minute, there’s the hostage situation

Janis: His only plan is making sure Bobby grows up away from Ian, he’s never had another one or room for anything else

Libi: It wasn’t me making a plan to have a child with him

Janis: and you know that wasn’t the plan, I just didn’t want to be stuck there with him forever

Libi: I know you have no room to be this much of a dickhead about what any of us are doing or not doing

Janis: I can say whatever I want, you continue applauding the martyr act all you want, I’m out, like you said

Libi: I’m not going to applaud you for adding him to the list of deadbeat dads the first chance you get, when it was based on a conversation and how much you want to be out

Janis: You’re the one calling him a deadbeat, I said it’s valid

Libi: It works in your favour, that’s why, ending up with the clean break you want

Janis: Yeah this is exactly what I wanted

Libi: As far as him not being in your life anymore, yeah

Janis: I’m not waiting for a congratulations

Libi: I wouldn’t, unless you fancy a very bespoke card

Janis: No one knows where I am, no post is another of the many benefits, like

Libi: 👍

Janis: [leave that there]

Libi: [go kill however much time there is, again somewhere none of these lads are, until you can leave in the early AM hun, we know you’ll be watching fam content again and torturing yourself with the where did it all go wrong, we get it]

Janis: [soz hun]

Libi: [do you wanna post this cos bibi aren’t speaking rn either so?]

[00katrinka00]

Landcaster Legacy Gen 7 Update #27

Dear Diary, First date with Janie went well, but her mother is making her live with her dad in Mt. Komorebi over break, it feels like Gianna all over again. Also, Lacy's been in the bathroom for who knows how long, and I have no idea why. Maybe she fell in, I should check -Violet

"What's going on in there, Lacy" Violet called into their shared bathroom "Nothing," Lacy yelled back as she hesitantly studied herself in the mirror "I have to get ready for school as well" "C'mon, just do it" Lacy muttered to herself. "You can dye it back once the show is over"

It didn't take long for Lacy to dye her hair. She didn't know how to feel, pink hair just about defined her. She'd had pink hair for a long as she could remember, but opening night was in a few days, and she could live without pink hair for a week.

"Come on Lacy!" Violet called again. "You're going to make both of us late for school." Lacy was silent on the other side of the wall. "LACY!" "We have dress rehearsal today," Lacy finally said. "What does that have to do with hogging the bathroom?" "Want to see my costume?"

"Yes!" exclaimed Violet. "Yes, yes, yes!" "You switched up real fast," Lacy smirked to herself in the mirror after changing into her Luna outfit.

"Ta-da!" Lacy posed outside their bathroom door. "Oh, my watcher!" exclaimed Violet. "You look amazing, so good. Oh, I can't wait to see the play on Friday." "I can't wait to perform in front of an audience again," Lacy admitted. "Wait, what happened to your pink hair?"

"Well," Lacy started to explain before getting cut off by Violet. "Could the watcher not have looked for new CC?" "She didn't feel like it," Lacy told her. "So, we made it work with what she already had installed. It's only for a week and then I'll dye it back."

"Violet, can you come in here for a minute," Mads called right as Violet was headed to school "I'm going to be late, what?" "I was just wondering, since Lacy will be at her dress rehearsal, and Ethan said he'd stay home with Rosie. Would you want to do something together tonight"

"Like what?" "I was thinking we could get our nails done, maybe our hair too, go shopping," Mads told her. "I just want to spend time with you, maybe hear more about your band, and your girlfriend." Violet thought for a moment, "honestly, mom, that sounds like a lot of fun."

Leo met Sofia in the library before school, and he decided to get some extra credit work done while she talked. "And then my Dad said-," Sofia stopped talking abruptly. "Are you listening?" Leo wasn't. "LEO!" Sofia yelled warranting a shushing from the librarian.

"I swear I wasn't trying to ignore you," Leo defended. "It's just, extra credit, valedictorian. I've been slacking in the homework department and need to step up my academic game. I'm about to fall from an A to a B!" "Oh please," Sofia snapped. "You were thinking about Nat."

"Sofia I-" Leo was cut off. "You know what," said Sofia. "I'm so done with being second to Nat here, Leo. I'm breaking up with you."

"Ready to get your hair done?" Jenna, who was the amateur hair and makeup artist, asked Lacy. "Absolutely," Lacy quickly changed into her costume and let Jenna do her thing. She'd forgotten how much she enjoyed sitting in a hair and makeup chair.

"And done!" Jenna exclaimed. "You look great!" "I know," Lacy smirked. "You know," Jenna suggested. "I have a social bunny account where I post hair and makeup looks, one day I hope to do this in Del Sol Valley. If you'd let me, I'd like to practice on you more" "Sure, why not."

"Is she ready yet, Jenna?" Owen asked clearly irritated "Yes, jeez. Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," Jenna said before exiting the room "Are we good?" Lacy asked sitting down next to Owen "Why wouldn't we be good?" There was still an edge in Owen's voice.

"The tone of voice you're using doesn't sound like we're good," Lacy pointed out. "I like you, and I want us to stay friends." "You reject me, with a terrible cliche explanation, but you want to remain friends?" Owen asked genuinely confused. "Exactly," Lacy said a little unsure.

"You know what," Owen said deciding to keep things professional. "We should head on stage to start the dress rehearsal." "But-" Lacy started. "Let's go," Owen said, and with that he got up and left the room leaving lacy no choice but to follow.

[andtheydontstopwriting]

Heey, can you write something with Rodrick and a Tomboy Girl??? I've never seen someone doing an imagine/one shot with "Tomboy"

— (sorry about my English, its not my first language) 💕💕

sorry about the delay! work has got me drained! but i hope you enjoy, never written for a tomboy so yeah!

Fixer Upper - 【Rodrick Heffley x GN!Reader】- One-Shot

word count: 1061

rating: pg-13 [strong language used like once]

“Hey, Heffley, you’re in fuckin’ my seat.”

“Didn’t know a lunch table had names on them.”

“Well now they do, so move before I push you off it.”

This was often how the two of you greeted each other, no matter the time of day or what was happening around you two. There was little to no formality or politeness to the content of the words uttered, but there were no tones of harshness or aggression in your voices. It was just the banter that kept you two going with whatever you would call your relationship. It was, at its baseline, a friendship. But to the eyes of others, something was not entirely right about your relationship because it seemed you two were also a little more than just friends. It was just something you or Rodrick ever brought up.

You two were close, sure, but the moment too long staring at the other when they turned away, the slight tingle whenever your hands touched when passing a drumstick or something along, or the times either of you just fell asleep on the other was just how you two operated. And, at least for you, if anyone ever did bring it up, you would shoot them down instantly. Telling them that they were stupid or telling them to mind their own buisness, that it did not concern them in the slightest.

You had met during shop class--a class that you had excelled at simply because you had fallen in love with woodworking at a young age, watching your father work away in his workshop. And wanting to be like him, that led you to sports and cars, too. Music was something your mother had wished for you to be interested in, but she did not expect the heavy metal and punk rock music that came later on. While you did not play an instrument, that simply just meant Rodrick could teach you if he so desired.

“I heard the van makin’ weird noises when it came in this morning.” You had pointed out as you idly picked at whatever the public school district decided to constitute as food to feed the students on the tray in front of you, “Which isn’t out of place, sure, but it was a different weird noise so want me to check it out after school?”

“Why?” Rodrick questioned, mouth full of whatever it was Susan managed to sneak into his backpack before he left for school, “Care about my safety?”

“More so I care about others safety, and considering how you drive, Heffley,” You began with a matter-of-fact tone, “I should already be concerned for others safety. But if something breaks down on that van, it’s over for more than just you and the guys.”

“Fine, I guess you can look it over.”

“Awesome,” You said standing up with the tray of questionable food, “Bring it by my house later.”

“Will do, chief.”

:~+~:

It was around four in the afternoon when Rodrick pulled the barely there van Rodrick owned into the drive-way of your home. You had already done what homework you could breeze through without much thought simply because you knew your mother would want it done before you did anything else, especially if that thing was basically hanging out with Rodrick. Besides, you also had to wait for a time closer to when your father got home in case you needed a second opinion and as one of the many local mechanics, it was valuable insight.

“You're early, Heffley.”

“My brothers were already getting on my nerves after I woke up from my after school nap and had to escape.”

“Right…” You trailed off briefly before popping the hood of the van up, already met with a puff of smoke that came from somewhere inside, “Was that from your driving or…”

“Let’s just say driving.”

And once the engine was cooled enough where you could touch near it and the engine itself without hurting yourself, you got to work. There was some idle chatter with Rodrick as he started to pace about the driveway, kicking rocks and the like as you worked through checking over his van. While he knew you often demanded silence whenever you worked on any of your hobbies and interests, he wasn’t one to keep quiet for long, especially around people he liked.

“I think one of the pipes or something must be loose,” You finally concluded, “But my dad’s an expert at those, so we might have to wait for him to double check.”

“How much is that gonna cost to fix?”

“I’ll see if I can get a friends and family discount for ya, Heffley.”

“You sure you can’t do it?”

“Not confidently.”

“Wanna put a bet on it?”

“You wanna bet your van’s already lacking quality on a theoretical thing I may or may not fix correctly?”

“What’s life without a little danger.”

You looked at Rodrick with a very confused expression plastered over your face before you went to open the garage, “What's the wager?”

“...a free drum lesson from yours truly if you fix it and it works.”

You tried to not focus on the first part, and tried to counter it with, “And if I don’t?”

“I believe you can do it.”

“...Deal.”

And with that, you got to work after getting everything you needed. The repair did not take too long and you wondered if that was telling or not. But you tried to not think about it, because you were trying to be confident in the amount of times you had watched your dad do it before. Which was not many times, but still.

“Okay, go for a bit of a drive--the long way home, whatever and if that noise is happening tomorrow morning, I didn’t fix it right.”

“And if there are no not-common noises from her, remember the drum lesson.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

:~+~:

The next morning, you stood in the parking lot beside your own car, waiting for the tell-tale noises of Rodrick’s van to echo over the quiet parking lot. And as soon as you heard it, you tried to pick out the noise you had heard yesterday morning but couldn’t hear it.

And luckily Rodrick did not let you forget as he pulled right next to your car, window already down.

“You free tonight for that lesson?”

[darkacademicfrom2021]

Flufftober - Day 2

2 - Sneaking Out Together

@prompts-in-a-barrel prompt in bold. Written for @flufftober2021 's event.

Pairing: Loki x Stark!reader

Tags: fluff, fluff FLUFFFFFFF (this is flufftober, of course there’ll be fluff). A tiny tiny bit of angst in the beginning (if you really squint) and maybe… maybe some father issues as well. I’m not discussing this with my therapist.

Word count: 1,2K

A/N: Listen. There isn’t an actual “sneaking out” because technically it isn’t. But it’s the most similar thing it could be, and honestly I like how it ended up.

Gif not mine.

“There was only one rule you had to follow”, started Tony Stark, in front of fucking everyone. The whole team was in there, and you wanted to bury your face in your arms, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t because if there was one thing you’d never lose, it was your dignity. So, you sat right, with your eyes directly on your father’s as he kept going on how bad it was what you had just done. “Just one rule about dating. What have I told you?”.

“Don’t get in trouble”, you repeated, the phrase already memorized. “You know, I don’t see what the big deal is about. I never got in trouble, and I’m not a little kid anymore, you can’t actually control my dating life”.

“As long as you live under my roof, you can’t date criminals. No, wait. As long as you’re an Avenger, for moral stuff, you can’t date criminals”.

“Firstly, he’s not a criminal. Secondly, I only live with you because I’m an Avenger. Thirdly, we’re not dating”.

“Are we not?”, inquired Loki from the doorframe. You shot a panicked look over him, and calmed yourself down as you saw his teaseful smirk showing across his face.

“Can we talk alone?”, you asked, and Tony and you walked out of the room to talk in the corridor. “I just… I just want you to support me, dad. That’s all I ever wanted”, you said, lowering your voice and head, knowing all of your confidence had faded away as soon as he looked at you with that disappointed look he’s always looked at you with.

“I can support you in many things, dear. I really do. I love your work in the science projects you’re doing… and your new friends are great, and I know how hard it is for you to socialize”, you sighed, and looked at him knowingly, because if your relationship could be described in a phrase, it definitely was “not the point I’m trying to make”.

“But?”.

“But how can I support you when you’re making a huge mistake?”.

You sighed in frustration and wiped a tear away.

“If you think being around him is a mistake then why did you even let him in the team to begin with? Why didn’t you just refuse Thor's demand of keeping him here? You know me, you knew I’d get attached”.

“So, you’re admitting you’re dating?”.

“Yes, we are something. Maybe not dating. I don’t know what we are”.

“Oh, what a great way to tell me you’re fucking. Great, nice. I love to hear that my little…”.

“No, not your ‘little-something’, dad. I’m an adult now. So take it or leave it. This is what’s happening, and whether you like it or not, Loki is actually really nice to me. He’s a gentleman, he treats me right, he’s all the Prince Charming you’d think an actual prince is”.

“Just… do me a favor and don’t lie for him, would you? He’s got that much already on him”.

“I’m not lying”, you looked at him defiantly, yet with that tenderness he always saw in you, even as a little kid.

Tony sighed, knowing you were honest.

“Please, don’t let him take your goodness away”.

That same night you couldn’t sleep. You rolled around in your bedsheets, grasping to them for your dearest dreams, but anxiety won, once again. You thought of your studies, your homework, your grades. You thought of your father and your dating life. You thought of Loki. You thought of him way too often. You knew —you were sure— you had fallen irremediably in love with him.

Who wouldn’t? He truly was prince charming.

Speaking of which, you heard a soft knocking at your window. You got up from bed and covered yourself up with a blanket, walking to see who was calling you at such late hours of the night.

The moonrays shone brightly and they were the only way you could see around; otherwise, it would be only darkness. Nights were better now, and Loki was in there, waving hello with that big smile of his, looking up at you as if he were Romeo. He truly was.

You smiled back and opened your window, looking around for any sign of your parents or Jarvis’s cameras being a bitch, and when there wasn’t any, you finally rested your elbows on your window frame and gave him the dreamy eyes he loved to be stared at with.

“My little love?”, he called in a whisper, yet you could still hear it.

“Dear”, you called him back. “Why are you awake?”.

“I can’t sleep without you”, he said, and you smiled involuntarily. Maybe your feelings weren’t so out of place after all. Maybe he felt the same way, and the only thing in your way was your dad and his prejudices.

“Really?”, you laughed softly, and he laughed too.

“Why are you awake, pray tell?”.

“Thoughts”.

“Of what?”.

“Of who, you may say”, you said, and he raised his eyebrows, wondering. “Of you, of course. And of my school books, that’s for sure”.

“Love and anxiety, all in one big package”, he said, and you rested your head over the heels of your hand. Did you just admit your love for him? And did he take it well? “I think it’s only fair for me to invite you to the library. The one from the compound is open at any time, right?”.

“Is this a study date at 4am?”.

“Darling, your idea of romanticism is so nerdy”, he laughed. “But if you may call it a date, then I’ll bring the candles”, he added, appearing a rose in his hand. “Shall I quote Shakespeare, too? Or is it enough for…?”.

“Well, no need to mock me, now”, you chuckled, while reaching for your clothes. “Meet you there?”.

“I’ll be there in a second, quite literally”, he said right before vanishing under a veil of green lights.

The night was spent with chattery over homework, with fun illusions he made in his hands, playing games and kissing —a lot. The night was spent so much, tiredness finally fell over you two, and before you could even realize, the sun had bathed both of your sleepy figures bent over the table, head resting over your arms. Loki was right in front of you and his legs intertwined with yours under the table. Books spread everywhere, you even used some as pillows. Not even once, you realized someone could walk in the library and let everyone know where you were last night.

And, as said, Tony and Pepper walked nonchalantly into the study area of the library, only to find you two sleeping over a pile of undone homework. You still had the rose behind your ear and a smile you wouldn’t be able to wipe off even awake. Pepper smiled and looked at Tony, who was staring in realization.

“They seem… good together”.

“You could even say happy? Good for each other?”, hinted Pepper, fighting back a giggle.

“Maybe… maybe they were right after all. I could give the guy a chance”, he nodded, rolling his eyes. “Now, let’s get those papers and close the curtains, they seem like they just fell asleep”.

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[keijislove]

Hi babe! I was wondering if I could request a Tony Stark x daughter reader? With lots of angst and her being locked in her room because she’s being bullied for her darker skin

(I understand if you’re not comfortable with this)

Safe Place: Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

I think this turned out a bit longer than I expected.

Sorry :(

I hope you like this, I don’t really have a lot of experience with this matter, so I hope I captured the emotions right!

I AM APOLOGISING IN ADVANCE, THE HURTFUL COMMENTS MENTIONED HERE ARE NOT ONES I WOULD EVER USE IN MY LIFETIME.

GIRL, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL JUST THE WAY YOU ARE – YOU DON’T NEED DIMWITS LIKE RACISTS TO DEFINE BEAUTY. YOU WANT THE DEFINITION OF BEAUTY, GO LOOK IN THE MIRROR.

PUT A STOP TO RACISM.

WARNINGS: Slight EXTREMELY racial comments, mentions of death, toxic relationship, angst, Tony being a little... well, Tony.

Being Tony Stark’s daughter was nearly everyone’s dream. Well, everyone you’d come across at school, anyway. It seemed rational from their point of view – big house, big bedroom, expensive branded clothing, basically an overall exquisite lifestyle coupled with fame of being his daughter which was sure to earn popularity points anywhere and everywhere. A man rolling in that amount of money would make a great dad... right?

You thought differently. Which was one of the main reasons you did not tell anyone who your father really was and your teachers understood your predicament and played along to your story of being an ordinary girl with no scope for coolness whatsoever.

Your mother had met your father a long, long time ago – when Tony was still in university. Of course, he’d left her before he even knew she was pregnant, and they never saw each other again. You didn’t exactly love your life as his daughter. In fact, from what your mother had told you, he was (in your vision) a complete monster whom your mother had the sad misfortune to meet.

It was her untimely death that had forced you to go live with the man who was the reason you were born and the man who ruthlessly left your mother to fend for herself and a baby. You had tried for foster care, but the agents told you that your father was still alive and more than capable of taking care of you – being the famous Tony Stark and all.

So it would suffice to say that Tony was lowkey shocked when you turned up at his doorstep one day with a grudging expression and declarations of being his daughter. He actually didn’t believe you at first and asked you to piss off which confirmed your earlier assumptions about his character – asshole. After you’d snapped at him and showed him all the legal documentations stating that you two were blood-related as father-daughter after all, Tony was even more shocked than earlier.

Though he would rather die than admit it, he felt sad after seeing your fourteen-year-old self standing at his doorstep. He’d missed your birth, your first steps, your first words, he even missed helping you with homework in preschool – basically all precious moments you enjoy with a child. But you made it pretty clear that you didn’t want to be here – something that made Tony’s already overlarge pride swell like a bullfrog and stopped him from ever getting close to you. While you were busy thinking he didn’t want you, you overlooked a small detail – he took you in.

If anyone had the power to bribe an adoption agency to get rid of their kid, it was Anthony Stark, yet he never gave you away. The simple explanation (that he would never, in a million years, admit it to you) was that he didn’t want to lose you – around the only blood-related family he had left.

And so began your life as Y/N Stark. It functioned surprisingly well for your expectations. Pepper was really nice to you and those few occasions when the Avengers came over, you were able to talk to Natasha about ‘girl things’, her presence reminding you of the mother you had lost only too young. You sometimes even asked Bruce for help with homework, too proud yourself to go to Tony. Overall, you stayed out of his way while he stayed out of yours – an arrangement you were both satisfied with.

The worst part was that you never talked. Ever. You would wake up and walk to school, refusing Jarvis’ continued protests of letting you use the self-driving car, came home the same way where you did your homework and grabbed a snack before you ‘father’ came back upstairs from his little man cave in the basement and a small ‘good-evening’ passed between you two as you went your separate ways. This cycle repeated itself every day. Recently, your life at school hadn’t been going great.

You’d known that your skin tone was a notch darker than the others at your school – something you had gotten from your mother – and this was not something you really cared about. That’s when they started coming – the comments. What were originally small, snide retorts of ‘wash your face, ew!’ (A/N: I AM SO SORRY) had now escalated to them calling you obscene names you’d never heard before and asking you to leave ‘their’ school

Which was why, instead of being at school today, you were locked in your bedroom, sobbing into your pillow.

It had started out as a very unusual morning. After getting comments hurled at you left right and centre the previous day, you’d had enough. You’d woken up and declared to Jarvis that you were skipping school and he was to, under no circumstances, notify your father about this. After that you tried to eat some cereal, but the bubbling dread in your stomach made it taste like dry carpet, so you gave up and stomped into your room, locking the door before flinging yourself onto the bed and crying your heart out.

It was in times like these that you felt the need for something – a gaping hole in your chest. It seemed foolish to even admit it to yourself, but you really wanted someone like a parent. Someone who listened to your problems and comforted you accordingly, someone who actually cared about you. And since Tony Stark filled neither of these requirements, you gave up the foolish dream and sunk, once again, into your self-fashioned depths of misery.

-------

Tony casually sipped on his wine, putting one last screw into place to make the latest piece he was testing out. As he powered the device on, it vibrated for a moment before the words ‘model failed’ appeared on the screen Tony was examining.

He swore loudly and shoved it ungracefully aside before running his hands through his hair. There had been many an occasion where Tony seriously considered going to your room to just say something to you that wasn’t a monotonous ‘good evening’ or ‘the milk’s finished’ or something else like that. He wanted to talk to you. To you.

He wanted to get to know the real Y/N – what you were like when you weren’t too busy being bold and refusing to appear vulnerable. As if reading his thoughts, Jarvis’ voice filled the room suddenly.

“Sir, I do believe that Ms Stark is currently locked inside her bedroom. She refused to go to school just this morning.”

“What?” Tony exclaimed, “Why, did she tell you anything else?”

“Just this, Sir, along with a few obscene warnings of not informing you about this occurrence. If I recall correctly, Ms Stark told me she would rip out my sockets with her bare hands had I come to you.”

Ignoring the small smirk that was growing on his lips at the thought of you behaving exactly as he would, Tony wiped his tired hands on a nearby cloth before sprinting out the door and up the stairs to your bedroom.

He knocked on the door.

“Go away Pepper, not in the mood,” came your muffled voice. It was weak and raw – evidently, you had been crying.

Ignoring the poking feeling of dread bubbling in his stomach, Tony knocked again.

“Open up, kid, it’s me,” he shouted.

“Definitely not in the mood, thanks.”

Tony sighed. This was exactly what he had tried so hard to avoid –turning out like his own father. Not knowing how to deal with a daughter properly, he just let you go about your business as you wanted, hoping that it would yield better results than what his childhood had been like. Now, looking back at how much he’d neglected you, he suddenly realised that he had done the exact thing he was afraid of – hurt you.

“Y/N Y/M/N Stark, open the door. Please.”

Perhaps it was the please at the end or the way he acknowledged you as his living, breathing daughter for the first time that made you stagger limply over to the door and push it open.

Your eyes were puffy, red and swollen from bawling nonstop and your brows were knitted into a disapproving frown. It broke Tony’s heart to see you like this.

“Listening,” you sniffed, crossing your arms.

“Okay, why don’t you sit down,” Tony frowned slightly.

You gave another hearty sniff and led him to your bed where you flopped down and watched as he took a seat beside you.

You both sat in a very painful, deafening silence for the next few minutes.

“You didn’t go to school today,” Tony casually remarked as you played with your pillow, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I did,” you said simply.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on?” Tony offered.

“I really don’t,” you admitted as he burst out laughing and you gave a grudging giggle despite yourself.

“Seriously, kid,” Tony said in an undertone, “You’ve gotta open up a bit more. I mean, it’s been like what, two years since you moved here and you never bother telling me what’s going on. And look where that got you – come on, tell me what’s going on. Is it school?”

“Partially,” you quietly said to which he cocked an eyebrow.

“Completely,” you amended, sighing, “Kids, you know, they’re just being – well, mean.”

“Okay,” Tony nodded slightly, “You want to talk about it?”

“They... they make fun of me,” you admitted, “About – about my skin colour and stuff. And I know I’m being stupid, getting upset over this –”

“It’s not stupid,” Tony broke in, “It’s not stupid at all. Nothing gives anyone a right to talk to you that way.”

“Try telling that to them!” you burst out, final letting go of the pent-up emotions you’d been holding for days, “What did I ever do to them – it’s not my fault I look like this, maybe if I could choose what to look like, I’d choose something they want! Just about everyone seems to have a problem – what the hell do they expect me to do? It’s unjust, unfair, unsettling and unkind, but of course they don’t care, do they?!”

Tony didn’t even flinch throughout your entire outburst until you broke down and tears began rapidly pouring out of your eyes once more.

“Hey, hey, stop, listen to me,” Tony sternly said, seizing your shoulders and turning you to face him.

“You’re a Stark,” he said, gazing you dead in the eyes, “You are beautiful, you’re smart and you’re kind. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

This was too much for you to handle and you started sobbing again – sobs of partial happiness and partial guilt that didn’t look like they would stop anytime soon.

“Come here, kid,” was all Tony could say as he pulled you into a hug, allowing you to sob into his shirt while he stroked your hair, trying to calm you down.

“I’m sorry if I’ve ever been mean to you,” you whispered finally.

“It’s okay, kid,” Tony murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’m sorry I haven’t been a great father all this time.”

You two sat in a now comfortable silence, occasionally clearing your throats or sniffling a bit before Tony finally spoke.

“If anyone says that to you again, I will have them cut up and fed to the fish in my house in Malibu.”

“Thanks, dad.”