#Honestly its so hard to get a tear out of me over a book but fics just... do the trick

[rafeandonlyrafe]

babys first flight

words: 1.3k

warnings: flying, dad!rafe, mom!reader, breastfeeding, dude briefly being rude about your baby crying

a/n: i guess this could be a prequel to pink unicorn but honestly i just wanted to use the same name for the baby again lol

rafe sighs, rubbing his face with his hand as he looks at the flight board. you can tell from the defeated look on his face as he walks back over to you that your flight is delayed.

“two hours.” he states, sitting down next to you. you sigh just as deeply as your husband, looking at your sleeping daughter in your arms.

“i think i should wake her up. that way she falls asleep on the plane.” you say, running your finger over rosie’s cheek, her skin soft and flushed pink as she naps.

“yeah.” rafe nods. “whatever you think is best.” rafe defaults often to you, letting you guide the way through raising your daughter. he has experience with his two younger sisters, but you grew up in an even bigger family and often helped out with the babies.

you feel bad having to wake rosie up, especially when she’s asleep during her usual naptime. “wake up, babygirl.” you coo, pressing kisses to her cheeks until her eyes open up, lips instantly turning into a pout.

“its okay!” you stretch a smile over your face. “its okay, rosie!” your soft tone stops her tears, but her pout remains. you jiggle her favorite toy in front of her. your daughter is only three months old and still working on her grip, so you manage to entertain her by placing the toy in her hand every time she drops it.

“here, let me take her.” rafe reaches out. “you stretch your legs and take a break.”

you glance at the clock. still an hour and a half until you can get on your plane. its a short flight, from north carolina to the bahamas for a much needed vacation, deciding to spend the entire summer at your second home while rafe has paternity time away from work.

“gonna use the bathroom.” you press a kiss to rafes cheek, then rosies. “be right back.”

you don’t hurry as you walk around the airport, glad that you’re booked in first class and can use the lounge as the bustling sounds of the airport would surely annoy rosie. 

you use the bathroom and get a coffee for rafe, deciding to ditch the decaf and get a mocha for yourself. while you know its generally safe to drink coffee while breastfeeding, you still try to stay away from it, but on days like today, you certainly need it.

“here ya go.” you hand the coffee to your husband after making your way back to the waiting area.

“oh god, thank you.” rafe lets out a moan as he tips the cup back, the warm liquid filling his mouth. he bounces rosie gently on his knee to keep her eyes open.

“would we be terrible parents if i turned on something on my phone for her to watch?” you pout, trying hard to keep her away from screens, but sometimes you just need something to distract her.

“we absolutely would not but if it makes you feel better, i’ll use my phone.” rafe pulls it out of his pocket, transferring rosie easily back into your arms. you cradle her in a way that still allows her to look at the phone screen, her eyes glancing between rafes face cooing at her and the dancing fruits and vegetables.

“shes loving this.” rafe laughs when rosie giggles, her plump cheeks stretching. rosie just started laughing last week, and rafe is still the only one who can get it out of her, although she smiles at you constantly since she first developed the muscles.

“now boarding first class.” the announcer calls out, the hour flying by with rosie entertained.

“she just started looking tired too.” rafe says, taking your carry ons in his hands as you place rosie into her sling, deciding to babywear her until you’re all settled in your seats and can put her in the carseat that rafe also manages to carry.

“welcome aboard.” the flight attendant smiles at you, leading you towards your seats. three all in a row. rafe works quickly to get everything set, placing rosies carseat in the middle seat.

“babys first flight!” you coo to her, hoping to keep her awake through boarding so she will hopefully sleep the entire two hour flight.

“here, i got her.” rafe places her in the carseat once its all strapped down, waiting to do up her buckle until the plane actually takes off.

you both talk partially to her and partially to each other to keep her eyes open, even occasionally giving her tummy little tickles to keep her droopy eyes from closing completely.

while the flight attendant does the safety demonstration, you do up rosie’s buckles. she’s asleep before the plane even begins to move, and you’re surprised when she doesn’t even startle during take off. you reach over to hold rafes hand until you’re steady in the air, hating the rising feeling in your stomach.

“doing good baby?” rafe asks, swiping his thumb over the back of your hand.

you take a deep breath. “yeah, yeah.” looking at rosie and your husband helps sooth the little bit of nerves you have about flying.

the flight goes smoothly until halfway to the bahamas, rosie suddenly startles away with a cry.

“ohhh, its okay baby.” you coo to her, able to recognise from her cry alone that she’s simply hungry.

“oh god, will you shut that baby up?” a man behind you groans before you can even undo her buckles to get her out of her seat.

“what did you say about my daughter?” rafe stands up, glaring as you just try to quiet rosie, pulling her into her lap while you search for a blanket to cover yourself with.

“you heard me! i didn’t pay for first class seats to listen to a crying baby!” the man grunts.

“you’re lucky we’re on a plane or-” rafe begins, until you hiss out his name. “stop it, let the flight attendants handle it.”

rafe sees the stress on your face, nodding as he grabs you a thin blanket, draping it over your shoulder while you adjust your shirt to feed rosie, her cries quieting as she latches onto your nipple.

“sir, that is not appropriate behavior for our airline-” the flight attendant begins to lecture the man behind you, clearly a mom herself. 

“it’s okay.” you tell rafe as he turns his shoulder to glare at the man. you rub your hand over his cheek just like you would to rosie until he’s calm.

“dudes an asshole.” rafe grunts out, but his tone is softer now, leaning across rosies car seat to press a kiss to your cheek. he pulls the blanket away slightly so he can look down at your daughter, happily nursing.

“she’s so perfect.” he sighs, glad he has such a well behaved baby for her first flight.

you both settle into your seats as rosie finishes, clearly just needing her tummy to be full before going right back to sleep. you decide to keep her in your arms until the plane begins to descend. 

“i got her.” rafe pushes your hands away to do up her seat belts. he knows how much of a stress pregnancy and breastfeeding is on you, so he tries to do absolutely everything he can, even naming himself the sole diaper changer.

you hold rafes hand again as the plane descends, letting out a sigh of relief when the wheels make smooth contact with the runway.

--

“this was absolutely worth the pain of the flight.” you smile to rafe, resting your head on his shoulder as rosie lays on the towel in front of you, body completely shaded by a pink umbrella.

you look out onto the ocean, waves lightly lapping against the pale yellow sand.

“couldn’t agree more.” rafe hums, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

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[poppy-metal]

BOY BEST FRIEND PATRICK TAKING YOUR VIRGINITY BECAUSE YOU ASKED??? OH I HAVE THOUGHTS

Can imagine him getting all annoyed about all the boys you’ve been hanging out with lately…all these random dates with assholes he KNOWS don’t deserve you…unsure why you even bother with them (you never did before).

It doesn’t help that Art’s supportive of it too, saying you just want to spread your wings. He doesn’t get why it bothers him anyway…

Finally he snaps and asks why, and well you try to brush it off

“it’s nothing patrick”

“just tell me what it is”

“well…”

suddenly it comes out how you just want to get your first time over with and patrick juat goes “ok”

“ok?”

“i’ll do it?”

“what?”

“you said you want to lose your virginity..let me do it”

“patrick…”

“well none of those assholes deserve you in any way”

he actually doesn’t even think he deserves you but its amazing sex. romantic and passionate and overall…you’re left wondering where your relationship with patrick stands

- 🍓

no because you expect it to be quick and easy but he actually takes his time with you - like hes gentle. he even books a hotel room at like, a fancy hotel instead of his shitty dorm because you deserve to be fucked on some real nice sheets on a real nice bed and not his creaky old mattress.

actually takes his time with kissing every inch of you - pressing his lips and tongue in spots you didn't even know could be engorgous zones. like the shell of your ear, the outline of your belly button, he dips his tongue inside, and your stomach shudders. by the time he gets to main event you're already shaking and trembly with pleasure. hes kissed the backs of your knees, your thighs, your pelvis, when his tongue delves between the wet slit of your sex you feel euphoric. his eyes never leave yours as his tongue slowly laps between your parted lips - splayed lewdly by two of his fingers so he can get to the heart of you. runs his tongue in circles around your little clit until you're coming in his mouth, and you didn't think it would feel this good, that he'd take it this seriously, that he'd make it this good for you. tears prick your eyes because hes still kissing you between your thighs.

and you want him so bad. you tell him so and he smiles, but its not his usual cocky side smirk its a genuine smile. "i know. i got you, baby, dont worry."

and you dont. worry, that is. you thought you would. you honestly thought it was be an uncomfortable affair from how stiff and nervous you'd be - you were always the stiff one, next to patrick, the moody girl, the one that had to be coaxed and dragged into having a good time - but you feel like liquid silk. the bed is soft and patricks body is warm and solid over yours and it feels so right to feel his body press against yours. when he licks between your lips you're lax for him, when he nudges your legs apart you spread for him, when you feel the hard pressure against your entrance, you dont resist it. your flesh gives way to his, soft blooms under hard thickness. an empty spot inside of you is slowly filled to the brim.

"god, fuck - you're so perfect. you feel so good - warm little pussy just let me right in, good fucking girl."

the praise lights you up. your fingers slide across his shoulders, feeling the muscles there bunch under his warm freckled skin as he starts to move.

"is this okay?"

legs tighten around his gently swaying hips. heels dig into the indents just above his ass, "yes," you hiss, "yes, dont stop - dont stop -"

"m'not." his mouth is back at your neck, nose skimming just under your sweat slick jaw - every part of you and him is sweaty, but you like it, the heat of your skin sliding, the moisture on his skin, the coarseness of his hair rubbing into your soft belly - "god, its so good. fuck, this is -" he burries his face in your shoulder as his hips lose control.

this is bad, he didn't finish. its bad because hes already addicted to your body wrapped around him. hes fucked loads of girls, but none have hugged his cock quite so sweetly as you. the warm bath of your cunt, milking and squeezing him - your soft body - the give of your cunt - you take him so fucking well.

maybe it's because he already adores you. his anxious little buddy. you dont feel like a buddy though, nothing buddy about the way your hole is gripping his cock. he just means, he already knows you so well, and he likes you, hes protective of you, you know him. the only part of eachother you didn't know was this - the intimate part. and now hes literally inside you, hes your first. and that means something, it means you trust him. it means you want him, on some level.

fuck.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for slapping my mother in law?

I (27F) am married to my husband Jay (26M) and we recently had our first child Lily.

Well the pregnancy was a very very difficult one. I was throwing up every day for over six months, suffered long bouts of insomnia, developed gestational diabetes, standing up too fast made me incredibly dizzy, my entire body just constantly hurt, Lily kicked me so hard I legit had tears in my eyes (which combined with full body pain was...not pleasant) and to top it all off Lily weighed ELEVEN pounds and I tore really really badly.

Yeah...ow.

I love my daughter to death but never again. Ever.

Anyways after that literal hell of a pregnancy, I've been more or less bedbound for several weeks now while healing from that entire ordeal. Which means Jay has been taking care of pretty much everything, keeping the house clean, making food, taking care of me and Lily, etc. Its a lot I know and I wish I could do more to help but Jay has been insisting that I rest and recover and that he's got this. He's been handling everything like an absolute champ. Honestly if I didnt have him I dont know how I would be doing anything.

Well this morning Jay's parents came to visit and meet their granddaughter. So I was moved to the living room so I could introduce them to Lily and socialize a bit while Jay cooked lunch.

Now Jay's parents are very traditional. They believe that men make the money and that its the woman's job to take care of the house, the cooking, and the children.

You can probably see where this is going.

I introduce Mother in law to Lily and we get to talking. (Father in law went outside to go smoke)

Thats when mother in law asks why Jay is cooking. More importantly why Im NOT cooking. I tell her I physically cant even stand UP without help so how am I supposed to cook.

She only scoffed saying that I was just making excuses. I am very used to her bullshit by now so I just roll my eyes.

Then Lily started crying because she needed a diaper change. Mother in law tells me to go change her diaper. Again I cant even stand up by myself, much less get up to change a diaper.

I call Jay and he happily comes to get our daughter. Mother in law starts yelling, telling Jay no that I should do it because its my job. She grabs Lily and shoves her back into my arms and tells me to get up and go do it.

Jay, my wonderful angel, tried to tell her that I physically couldnt move for weeks and to mind her own damn business.

She then started yelling even more saying that I was making my husband do my job for me, calling me lazy and a slut (What that has anything to do with this? I have no idea) she went off on a complete tangent about how it was a woman's job to take care of the home and the children, that SHE managed just fine and she had five small children, that I was completely emasculating Jay, that I was a disgrace, etc.

She just kept going and going while not letting me and Jay even get a word in. Until eventually she said that my daughter will probably grow up to be a whore like I am.

I think it was a mix of pure exhaustion and hormones because somehow I managed to stand up for a moment and slap her across the face before immediately falling back on the couch.

Jay looked shocked, Mother in law looked livid. (Father in law was just watching from the doorway, equally as shocked.)

Mother in law started full on screaming, calling me every single name in the book until father in law physically dragged her out of the house by her arm.

Now hours later my phone has been blowing up with messages from my brothers and sister in laws, telling me that I was an asshole and that I had no excuse for hitting their mother.

Hell even my friends think I was in the wrong for hitting her (completely ignoring how she was yelling, calling me horrible names, in front of a newborn baby no less.)

So AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[marimeeko]

Post Epilogue BKDK thought/quasi fic:

That suit probably comes with a manual and a bunch of specs, and blueprints, right?

I'm pretty sure it would come along with what All Might gave him. Alternatively maybe Katsuki has it but why would it be separate from the suit? Anyway;

But Izuku gets it and in-between grading papers, he starts studying it, wanting to take the utmost care of his suit.

He starts realizing that a lot of the direct notes about his Quirks and his techniques are in there, and furthermore...

They're all from Katsuki. Some are direct scans of notes he took and even diagrams and pictures he drew of elements of Izuku's former costume.

Each element of the suit has a section of the original concept, which would be a sketch and summary by Katsuki, along with ideas for how a suit should perform for Izuku. Sometimes a photo of Izukus old costume itself.

As Izuku pours over the manual, he becomes more and more enthralled with seeking out where technical jargon, diagrams, and hard-font gives way to Katsuki's hand writing and sketching; all of his original ideas that spurred the project on.

He starts to even notice, with some pieces, the handwriting is slightly shaky....he realizes that some of these concepts were written in the Era when Katsuki was forced to write with his left hand, his right in recovery.

Izuku covers a gasp with a scarred hand; some of these concepts of his had been written while they were still in UA together.

How had Kacchan been working on this for so long with him just never realizing? And not telling him?

He snaps the thick (hundreds of pages!) Manual shut at once and throws on some shoes and a jacket. Shortly after, he is hammering the door to Katsukis Apartment in the dark.

After a loud complaint can be heard from within about how late it is(its only 8pm), the door opens, and katsuki barely registers that it's Izuku before Izuku THROWS HIMSELF into Katsukis arms, tightly embracing him.

"Whoa, I-izuku??" All of Katsuki's former complaints choke off immediately.

"All Might said you were at the heart of the support suit project, but, it's more than that, isn't it, kacchan??" Izuku asks in a trembling voice. " All this time, Kacchan? Since we were in school, you've been working on this??"

Katsuki suddenly realizes what's happening, and he feels that heavy manual pressed in between their torsos where Izuku has it clutched. He connects the dots.

"...yeah, Izuku..." he carefully admits into green curls, dampened by the rain.

He feels Izuku shaking as he sobs into his chest, but as Izuku gently withdraws, he sees that underneath the onslaught of tears, Izuku is smiling.

"Kacchan, you...You're amazing" Izuku hiccups, tears pouring from his eyes. "I-I don't know how I can ever repay you--"

"You don't have to repay me," Katsuki quickly asserts. "Just give me your damn best out there. And don't you dare ever give up that dream of yours. And quit that crying," he grumbles as he pinches each of Izuku's cheeks as Izuku laughs.

Katsuki invites him in, saying it's too late and dark and rainy for Izuku to go back home at this hour. ( "why'd you have to run all the way across town tonight, I was going to come bug you at UA tomorrow anyway, you nerd!")

They end up looking through the book together over tea and end up passing out on the couch by 10pm, honestly kind of a late night for Katsuki, but not for Izuku who is used to staying up late grading and evaluating papers, along with getting small workouts in. He stays up just long enough to grab a blanket and cover both himself and Katsuki.

He goes to sleep thinking again about how blessed he is.

[ickaimp]

[BotW] Excuse Me While I Kiss this Guy (discontinued)

My SidLink fic, ‘Excuse Me While I Kiss this Guy’, has been getting a lot of attention on Ao3. It’s two parts, and I tried to write a part three from Link’s POV. That was back in 2018, and I’ve since moved five times. Needless to say, it never got past the WiP stage and the HTTYD fic, ‘Coming Down is the Hardest Thing‘ ate our brain instead. But in honour of Tears of the Kingdom, figured I’d put everything in roughly a chronological shape and post what got written. It’s not complete, prolly never will be, but hopefully it’ll give a couple chuckles. 2900 words. There is also now a bonus scene at the end of Excuse Me While I Kiss this Guy on Ao3.

+++ He didn’t mean to return to the Zora Domain.

Death Mountain lived up to its name, Vah Rudania had been freed from Ganon’s touch, and all Link wanted to do was go somewhere cooler where he could relax and recoup from climbing over a moving metal structure that was standing over gigantic pools of lava. So his duty done to the Gorons, he’d pulled out the Sheikah slate and hit the first shrine that looked near water.  Finding himself facing a handful of angry armed Zora guards had been a bit of a shock, but he’d honestly been too tired to care. Getting the helmet off and breathing the cool humid air of the Zora domain helped, more so when Sidon arrived. The shock on the prince’s face was comical. Even more so when he told his guards to stand down and offered Link a bath. +++ The kiss to the top of his head was unexpected, and made his chest feel light and fluffy. The gesture was as unexpected as it was confusing, but not in a bad way. Sidon’s explanation, his offer of kisses, just made it funnier. +++ Kisses. Link reminded himself as he struggled and fought his way through the shrine. Sidon believed in him, and when Link finished, he could see Sidon again. And get another kiss. +++ He didn’t know how to pay back Sidon for the encouragement. For the kisses. And he wanted to. He wanted to show Sidon how much it meant to Link. How much Sidon himself meant to Link. Armour was important to Zora. Milpha had made him armour. He was pretty sure there were books in the library that explained how to make armour. And armour would keep Sidon safe when Link wasn’t around. He could do that. He had gems and supplies from his travels all over Hyrule. He could make armour. +++ He couldn’t make armour. He could, but not armour for Sidon, who was much larger than Link, or the average anyone. The armour came out the same every time he tried, just the right size for him to fit in to. This was a problem. +++ “You’re making something entirely new.” Rhondson said, shaking her head over Link’s confusion. “You and your magic have seen jewellery and many kinds of armour and know what shapes to make things it has seen before. But to make something new, you’re going to have to do it the hard way.” Link looked down at his hands. Well, it wasn’t as if he didn’t have the time to learn something new. 

+++ Zora made their armour from scales, but Link didn’t have scales. Which meant that he needed to get scales somehow. What had scales? Fish, of course. Zora, but he couldn’t ask them for scales, not for this. Dragons. He had a small collection of their scales and horns. Not enough for armour. Which meant that he’d have to get more. 

“I’m gonna go fight a dragon.” Link declared, anticipation singing through his body. 

“Link? Is everything okay?” Zelda looked worried as she peered into his face. “You’ve kind of got your crazy eyes on.”

He just grinned at her. 

“Okay then.” Zelda sighed and shook her head. He knew that he worried her, that before the Calamity he’d been raised to be a knight, with all the genteel manners and stuff, but he didn’t remember any of that. 

And really, it sounded completely boring and dull. He liked who he was now, he couldn’t go back to whatever he’d been before. Zelda had accepted that, but she still fussed at him. It was kind of... nice, in a strange way. 

She kissed him on the cheek. “Go do your thing. Try not to come back all bloody.” 

He appreciated the fact that she never referred to the castle as his home. It was hers, certainly. And while he didn’t mind staying here, it didn’t feel like home to him. 

His heart called him elsewhere. 

‘No promises.’ He agreed, kissing her cheek as well. Her kisses weren’t like Sidon’s. Still sweet, in a different way. Softer, for one thing. And not as varied, she liked to kiss and be kissed mostly on the cheek.

He liked Sidon’s kisses better. The feeling of rough scales on skin was more welcoming to him than that of soft Hylian skin. Kissing Zelda didn’t leave his heart fluttering and skin tingling and wanting more. +++ The dragon scales were too large and unwieldy to just make into armour. Especially for someone who was as streamlined as Sidon. Cutting them down with normal tools didn’t work, they shattered swords and shears alike. The only thing that seemed to be able to cut dragon scale was dragon scale itself. Link growled to himself, realising that this meant he needed to get more scales, some for the armour, some to use as tools. Which meant more time away from Sidon. He sighed. He could do it. +++ ‘Think it’ll work?’ Link signed, as Bazz looked contemplative, looking over the scales Link had harvested and started to cut into shapes based off the books and patterns he’d found. 

“It should.” He agreed. “My biggest concern is what are you going to attach it to? You’re going for shock resistance, so metal is out, which means some sort of really heavy duty hide or cloth. If you use leather, you could boil it, making it harder and shape it, but I don’t know what would be thick enough.”

That was a problem. Monster hide might work, but he’d killed most of those. 

And he wanted something for the shock resistance too. It was kind of worrisome that Zora couldn’t even touch shock arrows, leading Link having to collect them from the Lynel....

Link paused, looking up towards the tip of Shatterback Point. ‘Be right back.’ He signed, and took off running. 

“Wait! No!” Bazz hissed. “Link! He’ll kill me if you come back dead!” 

Link laughed as he jumped off a balcony, his hang-glider snapping open and catching the ocean breeze. The breeze wasn’t strong enough to get him all the way to the top, but it’d get him part way there. 

+++

A few hours later, Link pulled the fresh Lynel hide out of his pack and set it in front of Bazz. ‘Think it’ll work?’

Bazz made a sound like he couldn’t decide if he was laughing or crying. “You’re certifiably nuts.” He said, shaking his head. “The two of you deserve each other. Yeah, I think that’ll work.” 

Link tilted his head to the side, wondering what Bazz meant by that. 

“We’ll have to sit down sometime with a pint or two and I’ll tell you some of the things our Prince has gotten up to in the past.” Bazz grinned, his sharp teeth glinting. “You heard about him being eaten by the Octorok and going up against Vah Ruta on his own? That’s nothing.” 

Link grinned. He knew he liked Sidon for a reason. +++

“Link, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about your new habit of carving dragon scales during meetings.” Zelda’s lips pressed together in a disapproving line. “It’s scaring some of the Council.”

Link grimaced. It was about the only time that he sat still long enough to get any carving done, he was constantly interrupted otherwise. ‘You want me to stop?’ He offered. He’d just have to figure something else out. 

“Oh good heavens, no!” She beamed at him. “Could you please sit next to Councillor Tyrol? We might be able to get some work done if he stops sharing his ‘hunting’ stories. He’s quite terrified of you, you know.”

+++ Zelda glanced around before tugging on Link’s arm and pulling him closer. She had a mischievous curve to her lips and he leaned in so no one else could overhear what she was saying. “Some of the Council thinks you’re dating a Gerudo woman.” She whispered, then covered her mouth with a hand to contain her laughter. 

It made a certain amount of sense, he was in Gerudo town a lot. … He also wore the clothing a lot while coming back. Did they think that he was dating himself? Or someone else? He paused, eyes narrowing as he remembered the inquires to the Gerudo Chieftain's health. “Riju’s twelve.” He deadpanned. She may have been the steadfast leader of the fierce Gerudo, but she was also a kid who loved soft plushies, especially those of Sand Seals. 

Zelda nodded with barely repressed glee. “I know that and you know that, but how many people here do you think have meet a real Gerudo in their lives? Much less know who the Gerudo chief is?” 

That was a good point. They should probably fix that, get more of all the various tribes together more often. ‘Should I start mentioning Isha more?’ He offered. 

She thought about it, then giggled. “You should invite her to the castle as a merchant.” Zelda grinned. “Plus, I’d like to meet her.”

+++ ‘You need a break.’ Link signed with a frown as he looked Zelda over. She looked kind of like she wanted to punch something then take a nap. “I can’t.” Zelda closed her eyes, looking frustrated. “There’s no where in the castle I can go that someone won’t find me with some sort of emergency. I feel like all I’m doing is putting out fires.” 

Link pulled out a bomb and offered it to her. She stared at it for a moment, which he was starting to think was the default reaction to being offered a bomb. Although it wasn’t like he offered them to just anyone, but Sidon always looked so surprised and confused by the bombs. 

Zelda looked like she was contemplating using it. 

“No.” She shook her head, pushing the bomb away. “Thank you, but no. That’d just undo all the hard work we just finished constructing.” Which was a pretty good point. With a shrug, he put it away again. A thought hit, and he looked her up and down, silently measuring her with his eyes, a smirk growing.

“Link.” Zelda crossed her arms, turning her body away, looking uncomfortable ‘We’re almost the same height and size.’ Link grinned at her. He was a little broader in the shoulder, she a bit broader in the hip, but still about the same proportions. Well, given his lack of height.

“And?” Link bounced a little on the balls of his feet, feeling pleased with himself. ‘That means you should fit my clothes.’ He explained. ‘And I should fit yours.’ She stared at him for a moment, her mouth agape. “There’s no way it’d work. I mean, you don’t talk, that’s easy for me to mimic, but the ruse would be over as soon as you opened your mouth.” 

That was easy enough too. He held up a finger, silently motioning for patience, then rubbed his nose vigorously, until it was red, then coughed a couple of times. “I’m sick.” He rasped, trying to pitch his voice slightly higher. “I need to stay in bed.” 

Then he fluttered his eyelashes at her and grinned. 

Zelda gaped at him. “No.” She said, then immediately wavered. “I mean. No. It couldn’t possibly work.” He shrugged. ‘I need to finish carving some scales, I could do that while you go on a ride, get some fresh air. Wear the champion tunic, everything'll run as soon as they see you coming.’

Link could see her visibly waver. “Oh.” She glared at him, stamping her foot in irritation. “This is a horrible idea. Give me your tunic.” Link grinned and tapped the Sheikah Slate, switching clothing until he was wearing the Champion’s Tunic, pulling it off over his head and tossed it to her. Zelda wrinkled her nose, holding it away from her face.  “When was the last time you washed this?” He gave her a puzzled look back. He never washed any of his clothes, any rips, tears, burns, or other assorted damage were gone whenever he dismissed them and put them back on. “Nevermind.” She shook her head, pulling the tunic on. It was a little big on her in the shoulders, but nothing too obvious. He pulled off his pants and handed them to her as well, before wandering over to her wardrobe and sorting through it before finding a long nightgown, pulling that over his head. This method of getting dressed was such a hassle, it was so much easier to get dressed via the Sheikah Slate. Less fabric to get tangled up in. “You’re hopeless.” Zelda informed him sounding amused and fond as he felt hands tug the fabric down over him. He gestured his thanks, smiling a bit to see her in his clothing. It was kind of strange, seeing her dressed like this. He reached up, undoing the pins in her hair, fingers quickly undoing the braids and messing up her sleek smooth strands. He could never get his hair nearly as soft and nice. The thought of if Sidon liked his hair, so different than the Zora’s scaled flickered through his mind, then he dismissed it. He was pretty sure that Sidon liked him, scales or no scales. Pretty sure. “Gah.” Zelda batted his hands away, stepping backwards out of reach before moving towards her vanity, checking her hair in the mirror. She made a face at seeing it so disordered, then grabbed a tie, pulling it back in a messy pony tail, then teasing the hair out on the sides of her face a bit. “What do you think?” She asked, looking up at him. Link walked over so they could see each other in the mirror. They looked disturbingly alike. They could almost be siblings, possibly even twins. He nodded, and she echoed the movement. “Okay.” She agreed. “This’ll work.” He gave her a thumbs up. +++ A knock on the door interrupted Link’s concentration and he growled in annoyance. He stood up, detouring long enough to grab a blanket from Zelda’s bed and tossed it over his head, wrapping it around himself like a cocoon before opening the door. “What?” He snapped, his voice low and rough. “n-Never mind.” Councillor Tyrol scurried off. Link huffed, shutting the door with a slam and went back to making smaller scales out of larger scales for armour. +++ “Got any clothing in red?” Bazz inquired, idly twirling his trident in one hand. It immediately put Link on edge, because there was something a little too casual sounding to the warrior’s tone. 

‘No.’ Link signed, confused. Almost all of his clothing was blue, unless he took the time to dye it. ‘Why?’ “Could you get some?” Bazz asked. Link shrugged. He didn’t have any at hand, but it’d be easy enough to swing by the Hateno Village and talk to Sayge at the Kochi Dye Shop. He could spare five rupees for payment, and a few extra apples or spicy peppers he could use for red dye. ‘Yeah. Why?’ 

“The next time you come to see the Prince, you should wear something red.” 

This was starting to sound really suspicious. ‘Anything specific I should wear?’ 

“Doesn’t matter. Just something bright red.” Bazz shook his head. “As a favour to me?” He asked, attempting to look as sweet and innocent as a kitten. It didn’t quite work.

Link did kind of owe Bazz for his help in making the armour, making sure it’d fit the prince and keeping it a secret from Sidon. “Okay.” He agreed. It was easy enough. 

“Thanks.” Bazz gave him a bright grin, full of razor sharp teeth and Link wondered just what he’d gotten himself into. 

++++

“Link! My Dear!” Link had just enough warning to brace himself before he was picked up and pressed against Sidon’s ginormous chest. “It is such a pleasure to see you!”

“Sidon!” Link wrapped his arms around Sidon, pressing as close as he could. Sidon smelled like he usually did, water and musk, something always made Link relax. 

It meant safety, comfort, and laughter.

He kissed the nearest part of Sidon he could reach, his jaw just below the fin that framed his face and felt a small shiver run down Sidon’s frame. 

Sidon eased his grip slightly, pulling back so he could look Link over. “It’s so good to see you healthy. No new scars?” 

Link smiled and shook his head. Sidon beamed in delight, taking Link’s hand and kissing the palm. “I’m glad.” 

Seriously, Sidon was the only person who worried if Link could take care of himself. Well, maybe other than Zelda, but she was more likely to laugh at him for it. 

“Is this new?” Sidon asked, peering at Link’s shirt. It was just a basic tunic, but he’d dyed it the bright red of fresh chillies, as Bazz had requested. 

Link shrugged. Honestly, he couldn’t remember where he’d picked the shirt up from. 

“I like it!” Sidon beamed at him, and Link wondered how he could contain such joy in his face. “We match!” 

… They did. He looked at the shirt against Sidon’s scales and realised that they did, the dye almost the same colour as Sidon. Anyone seeing them together would probably assume they were a matched set. 

He didn’t know whether to be grateful or to strangle Bazz for his meddling, when Sidon barely set him down for the remainder of the day, almost always keeping in contact with Link. He also made a note to wear more red, if this was Sidon’s reaction. 

-fin- -And that’s all folks.

[gracev0609]

My Heart's Always Yours

Josh X Danny X Y/N

WC: 4.6k+

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Adult Themes, Explicit Sex,m/f,m/m, Polyamorous Relationship,Lingerie, Body Insecurities, Relationship Insecurities

Your family fell into a routine, during the week Josh and Danny went to the studio early in the morning, getting done with enough time for them to come home and help you with dinner and take care of Hazel. Saturday came and Sam came over, tagging along with Danny and Hazel to go to the farmers market. More often than not Jake came by on Sundays to visit with his niece. It was all very domestic

By the time you woke up this Saturday, it was late enough in the day that Danny, Hazel, and Sam had already left for their adventure. Josh was laying in bed next to you, propped up against the headboard with a well worn paperback in his hands. He was up and awake to see them off, and he crawled back into bed with his book laying down next to you. You raised your head, voice laced with sleep,“Morning Joshy, you're reading that again?”

He closed his book, laying it flat on his stomach,” Of course I am baby, it's one of my favorites.”

You saw the clock on the nightstand next to him, you guessed they had been gone for at least an hour already. He placed his book back in the drawer of his nightstand and turned to face you,” Do you want to know something really sweet? Sam asked if he could wear the baby carrier today. He really loves being her uncle.”

“ Everyone loves her, it makes me so happy.” Your mind reeled, thinking about how in not that much time she'll look like Josh's mini me. She'll be undeniably Kiszka, with her father's copy and paste genetics.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course my love.”

“ I know she's our baby, all of our baby, but I want to know your thoughts and how you processed that she's yours. You haven't said anything about it.”

He brings his hand to rest on your stomach with his thumb rubbing your soft skin, while you internally cringe the skin there being flabby and stretch marked.

“Oh. Honestly? I feel really blessed, and I'm really happy. The second I saw the positive test I hoped that I was the one who helped create her, I loved her instantly. I would have loved her regardless, and I think you all know that.”

Relief floods your body, as you knew it would, but you can't help but feel insecure because of how Danny initially reacted.

You quiet your voice down to a whisper,” I know he loves her, but sometimes I can't help but think about how he reacted when we told him…. He didn't want her..”

“Baby- no… Yes Danny could have handled it better, but he loves Hazel with all of his heart, please don't discount that. He loves her so, so much,” Josh sighs,” That really weighs heavy on your mind, doesn't it.”

“It does, and I don't know if it will ever go away.”

Josh tightens his grip on your body and pulls you to him,” I'm so sorry he hurt you like that.”

“He hurt you too..”

Josh just nods his head, pulling you even closer to him. His warmth and the smell of his skin calms you back down. After a moment you turn to lay on your back again, and Josh's hand resumes its place on your stomach. You know it's all in your head but you can feel his touch burning into your skin, why would he want to touch you there. It's bigger than it was before you got pregnant, he couldn't possibly still find it pretty.

Your lip trembles as you rush out,” I don't feel good about my body right now, I don't feel pretty.”

You poke at the squish around his fingers, the skin looser than it once was.

Josh covers your hand with his,” Oh my love. I know it's hard, and I know you see these changes. I see them too, but I am in such awe of you. My beautiful wife grew and nourished my baby, kept her safe, how could I find that anything but beautiful? I love you so much.”

You blink the tears away,” I felt so pretty when I was pregnant and now everything hangs and sags, and there's so many stretch marks.I know I wasn't skinny before but…”

“And that's okay. I truly think you're breathtaking Y/N. Even if you don't see it, I do. Your tummy? It looks like this because it was our baby's home for so many months. You have more stretch marks because you did everything right for her, gave her all the nutrients she needed to grow. You did everything right, took your vitamins, drank so much water, ate healthy balanced meals even when you didn't want to, just so our baby would be healthy. Your breasts look different because they're changing to feed our daughter, that in itself is incredible. Your body is amazing and beautiful and is doing so much for the life we created, so please don't judge yourself by what society thinks you should look like, it changed for a purpose. It changed for Hazel.”

With a shaky inhale you say,” I know. And I know you're right, it's just my body has been in a constant battle with my brain my entire life. I still need some convincing sometimes, especially when I have two incredibly beautiful men who want me. Why would two men who look like that want me?”

Josh's big brown watery eyes look directly into your own,” Why wouldn't we? I think your beautiful brain is thinking too hard…. Can I show you how breathtaking I think you are?”

“Please turn my brain off.”

Josh dips his head down, placing hot open mouthed kisses to your skin. Pushing your oversized tee up above your breasts. He starts at your stomach making sure every inch of it is worshiped before dipping his tongue in your belly button. You giggle as he tickles the sensitive skin.

“Josh!”

“Every inch is beautiful baby”

He continues to kiss up your torso, his facial hair prickling your skin as he works his way to your breasts. He places gentle kisses there before teasing your nipples with a few licks of his tongue making you gasp. You could feel him hot and hard against your thigh. Your arousal coursing through your veins you whine,” Josh.. please.. I wanna be cock drunk, don't wanna think about anything but you.”

“I'm not done yet, love.”

He kisses up your neck, to your chin, placing a single kiss to your nose before slotting your lips together. You relish in how warm and plump his lips are.

“I love you Y/N.”

He quickly kisses back down your body, and you spread your legs for him, thinking he's about to go down on you. Instead he skips where you're throbbing for him, and he kisses down your thigh, nipping at the plush skin.

“Such strong beautiful legs, carried our baby…”

You look down at him, the most loving magical man between your legs.

You murmur feeling drunk on him already,” Baby.. I need to feel you.”

“Where my love?”

His hand that's resting on your thigh comes down to cup your cunt over your underwear, and you know he can feel how wet you are.

“Does my pretty girl need me right here? I can feel how soaked you are.”

Josh's fingers trace a line up and down your covered slit, making you even wetter for him. He pulls the cotton gusset to the side exposing your glistening folds. Josh leans in pressing a kiss to your slit. His tongue pokes out, licking up your arousal. He presses his tongue flat against your folds, using long broad strokes from your entrance to your clit before sucking it into his mouth.

“Fuck Josh, feels so good baby. You're such a good boy.”

You can feel him smile against your cunt, relishing in the praise. He continues loving on your clit, making you buck your hips, fucking his face chasing your high.

Gasping,”I- I…. Fuuuuck”

Moaning he laps up your release,” You taste so good baby, I love drinking you down.”

He rises from between your thighs, his lips and chin wet with your slick. Crawling up your body, he grinds his hips into yours.

“I want you in me, please I need it.”

He leans up on his knees, and you smirk as you spy the small patch of arousal that has leaked from his tip. Quickly he pushes his sweats down his hips, his length springing out, bobbing heavy between his legs.

“You're so pretty Josh.”

“No my love, you're so pretty. You're glowing, cheeks all red because you've already came, you're all relaxed. I love when you're like this, my most beautiful girl.”

He tilts his hips forward as he grasps his cock in his hand, swirling the tip in a circle around your entrance making you clench.

“Don't be a tease,” you say, scooting your hips closer to him.

Gently he presses into you, slowly at first as you flutter around the head of his cock, eager for the rest of his length to be buried inside.

He pushes in more, gritting his teeth,” Fuuuck you're… So. Tight. Just suffocating my cock.”

Finally he's fully sheathed inside of you, and you both exhale, his breath blowing across your face.

“Just relax for me love, let me make you feel better.”

Slowly he pushes his hips in and out once you relax around him, fully feeling each other. With your emotions heightened you swore you could feel every ridge and vein of his cock. It all feels so good.

You let Josh in to all of your senses. He is all you see, his face close to yours. He's all you feel, sliding in and out of you, running your hands down the broad expanse of his back. He is all you smell, his musk from sleep, and stale cologne from the previous day invading your nose as your face nuzzles into his neck.

Slowly you feel your second high creeping up on you, overwhelmed by Josh in the best ways.

“You gonna cum? I feel you squeezing me.”

You nod your head, squeezing his length as hard as you can before you topple over the edge. It doesn't take long for him to be diving off the cliff behind you,” Gonna fill you up baby, gonna fuck my load in you so deep.”

His hips stutter and you feel his warmth flood your insides, he groans as you milk him for all he has, “Yes, fuck, keep squeezing me, gonna give you all I've got.”

Finally he slows his hips to a stop, his cum oozing out from where you're connected. Josh peppers kisses against your face, thoroughly loving on you,”I'm gonna pull out now love.”

He pushes himself up into his forearms and you grip onto them,” No! Wait. Stay inside me for a little longer, I feel really good right now.”

He smiles, rolling you to your sides as he keeps you connected, his now spent soft length nestled inside you.

You close your eyes, dozing in the content feeling in your chest. Josh succeeded in making sure he was all you can think about. All of the heaviness that was swirling in your mind now replaced with him. His touch doesn't sear your body anymore, it feels comforting as it was always meant to be.

You were just about to fall asleep, so comfortable with his arms around your body and his cock inside you, when you heard Sam's unmistakable laugh through your closed bedroom door.

Josh's hand comes to cup your face, his thumb brushing your cheek,” It's time to get up lovie, they're back.”

You sigh and pull away from him, your bodies finally disconnecting. Josh makes his way to the ensuite bathroom while you grab some pajama shorts and one of Danny's sweatshirts. Josh comes back out, grabbing the pair of sweatpants he had on earlier and slipping them back on his body. Unabashedly you stare at the outline of his soft cock, you can't help it, you feel the need to be utterly consumed by him.

Josh smirks, catching your gaze as he throws one of his many white crew necks over his head,” Baby, aren't you going to go clean up?’

“Not yet, wanted to keep you there a little longer.”

You look at your husband and see his cheeks reddening and he exhales a long breath,” Damn…. That's hot sweetheart.”

You slid your feet into the slippers Josh and Danny got you, they were pink and adorned with embroidered strawberries. Josh opened your bedroom door, grabbing your hand leading you out to your family. You smiled wide when you found Sam on the couch holding your baby girl.

Sitting down next to him you asked,” Did you guys have fun today?”

You watched as Sam gingerly brushed the downy strands of hair back on her head.

“We had an amazing time! Saw lots of doggies, and cool crystals, and art! I, uh, I asked to wear the carrier today, so I could hold her….Hazel even reminded Danny to grab those peaches you love from the fruit stand.”

You chuckle, placing your hand on his shoulder, your thumb lightly rubbing back and forth,” Thanks for keeping my baby safe Sammy. You're a great uncle. I'm glad she has you and Jake.”

Danny comes in from the kitchen with a fresh bottle in his hands,”Alright, I know somebody's hungry.”

You see Sam's eyes light up,”Could I feed her?”

Josh and Danny wait for you to answer as you battle internally, on one hand he's so excited to feed his niece, on the other he's had your baby all morning and you're missing her dearly.

“Yes you can feed her, but as soon as you're done I'm snatching her up, I haven't even got to hold her yet today.”

You leaned into Josh as he lightly rubbed your back, slipping his hand under your sweatshirt to touch your skin. You both watched as Danny, the amazing father he is, coaches Sam on exactly what to do.

Josh leans forward so his lips are against your ear,”See how much he loves her? He's such a good Dad.”

Both of you observe as Danny lays a cloth against Sam's shoulder, teaching him how to burp her.

Hazel burps, making Sam exclaim,” Damn girlie, that was a big one!,” he continues to pat her back waiting for her to do it again,” Alright Hazelnut, Momma and I had a deal. I've gotta give ya back to her, I love you.”

He hands you your tiny baby, and warmth settles in your chest. You are beginning to recognize this as love. You cradle her little body against your chest, leaning your weight back onto Josh.

He looks at Danny and Sam,” We missed her this morning.”

Danny stands from his place on the couch and comes to stand in front of you, leaning down he gives Josh a kiss and then you a kiss,” Hazelnut and I missed you too.”

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It was a few days later, thanks to prime shipping, that the package that Josh ordered showed up. He had grabbed his phone after seeing you criticize yourself in the mirror once again,and started searching for a pretty piece of lingerie for you, something that would cover your stomach but still make you feel beautiful. Josh knew this wouldn't fix your insecurities, but he hoped you would still see how beautiful you are. He settled on a baby blue set, a pretty sheer thong, and a babydoll top with flowy sheer fabric covering your tummy. As he clicked add to cart an idea sprung in his head. He searched again this time inputting baby blue thong into the search bar. Finally finding something that would match what he had picked for you, he added two into his cart. One for himself and one for Danny.

Josh opened the packages, placing yours and Danny's nicely on the bed. Intrigued, he undresses to try his on. He had worn briefs and such before, but never something as small as a thong. Sliding the fabric up his thighs, he adjusts his cock the material barely holding him in. He walks up to the floor length mirror in the bedroom, and surprisingly he likes what he sees. He feels quite confident in the lingerie, and he's positive his partners were going to love it too. He twists around in the mirror, getting a peek at his ass, and he giggles knowing that Y/N and Danny are going to love that view. Josh grabbed his phone, opening up the camera app. He flicks it over to video and presses record. His eyes are piercing as they stare down the mirror, and his free hand comes up to palm himself over the barely there material.

It's a short clip, maybe 6 seconds, but he sends it to the group chat he has with his loves. He knows it'll drive them wild.

He takes the underwear off placing it on the bed next to the others and puts his regular clothes back on, it only takes moments for his phone to start buzzing.

Y/N💕: What the fuck Joshua, you look incredible!

Danny💕: We're in the checkout line at the grocery store, we'll be home in 15.

Josh smiles at his phone before gathering candles and placing and lighting them about the bedroom, attempting to make it a special evening.

Josh sits down on the living room couch playing on his phone until he hears the front door unlock. Danny comes in with only two grocery bags and Josh cocks his eyebrow,” The rest of the bags are in the car still, fuck it I'm just putting the frozen shit away.”

Y/N makes her way inside, Hazelnut in her arms, and she beelines it to the baby swing. Quickly buckling her in and pressing the on button.

Josh smirks,”You two seem to be in a rush, everything okay?”

Danny joins you two in the living room,” I don't know Josh, that little video of yours gave me a fuckin boner in the middle of the grocery store, so I think you have to make up for that stunt you pulled.”

Josh stands, clasping his hands together,” Well my loves, I do have a little surprise for you. If you would follow me to the bedroom.”

Josh grasps both of your hands, leading you and Danny to your bedroom. He opens the door with his foot, revealing the candles and your outfits for the evening.

“I got each of us a little something.”

Danny picks up the small scrap of fabric, cocking his eyebrow,” They match?”

Josh's fingers grip onto the hem of your shirt,” Can I?”

You nod and he lifts the shirt over your head, before reaching his hand around your back, unclasping your bra.

You shimmy the rest of your clothes off, grabbing the lingerie. Once everything is in place Josh leads you to the mirror, and your lip trembles lightly.

“Does my wife feel pretty? I think you look stunning.”

He remembers your conversation, of course he does. Josh is so special.

Quietly you answer,” I do. I feel really pretty, thank you.”

You turn towards your loves,”Alright, alright. It's your turn, let me see how hot you both look.”

You watch as they both steal glances at each other as they undress and slide on their lingerie.

You make yourself comfy on the bed, your eyes first raking over Josh's form, his toned body looking ethereal in the candlelight. You take in his chest, down his stomach, down his V line, to gaze at your prize. Your lip curls when you see he's already starting to strain against the skimpy fabric.

You gaze at Danny, his Greek God physique on display. Your eyes travel down his body, the patch of hair that starts at his belly button looking extra yummy as your eyes follow it downward to his heavy cock straining against the fabric of his thong.

You're not sure if you've ever been so turned on by their outfits before, your breath hitches in your throat,” Oh, fuck me.”

Danny stalks closer to the bed, palming his growing erection,” Oh. We plan on it sweetheart.”

Danny crawls onto the bed, crashing his lips into yours as he gently guides you back against the mattress. His rough kisses get softer and softer until he pulls away, still inches away from your face. His curls cascade down shielding you from looking anywhere but at him. He whispers asking you a question,”You haven't been feeling good about your body?”

You blink back the tears that threaten to fall,”No. No I haven't.”

“Why didn't you tell me love?”

Your hands trace up his chest settling in the hair at the nape of his neck,” I didn't want to be a burden. It's silly I know.”

His bottom lip juts out a bit, unhappy with your answer,”You are stunning Y/N. Always. I need you to remember that, we love you so much. Please let us show you how much.”

You tilt your head up, capturing his lips with yours,”Show me Danny.”

“You are so, so beautiful. Not just in the way you look, because you are stunning, but your heart and your mind are beautiful too. I couldn't ask for a better woman to be Hazel's mom.”

He kisses down your neck, making a whimper escape your lips.

“I think we should keep your pretty little top on huh? Makes you look like a goddess, Josh picked very well.”

Feeling the bed dip, Josh joins, pressing himself against your side, subtly grinding himself against your thigh.

Danny rises to all fours, sliding back down the bed, he picks at the waistband of your panties asking if he can take them off. You nod, lifting your hips so he can slide them down your legs. Danny stands, pulling them off you body, his eyes gaze down at Josh,” Fuck baby, your ass looks insane. Please tell me you're going to keep wearing these.”

Danny leans down, playfully smacking Josh's asscheek. He ducks his head down, kissing up your legs before diving into your cunt. Danny's strong nose nudging your swollen bud as he fucks his tongue in as far as it will go.

You thread your hands into his curls,”Fuck Danny! Feels so good!”

His lips and tongue baby your throbbing clit a little longer before the need to feel them overwhelms you.

“Both of you… on your knees.”

Quickly they disconnect from your body, “ Are you okay sweetheart?”

You bring your palms to their aching lengths, you can feel them twitching against the heat of your hand.

“You both look so sexy. So hard…”

Josh looks from your hand to your face,”Lovie… can you take them off? I've been hard for so long, it's getting uncomfortable.”

You take your fingers and trace the length of his covered cock, teasing the head of Josh's penis. He huffs out a breath, waiting for you to continue.

Your fingers dip into the waistband of Josh's panties, pulling them slightly to tease him with friction.

“Fuck, baby please. Take me out.”

Finally you take mercy on your whiny boy, pulling the panties down his thighs before grabbing his cock and sinking your mouth down on him.

You can hear Danny's voice, with him looking above you,” I bet it feels so good. His eyes are rolling back baby, I can't wait to feel your mouth on me.”

You bob your head down his length, working your tongue over him.

Josh whines out a long, fuuuuck.

And you notice Danny has positioned himself behind Josh, lapping at his entrance. The sucking noises coming from the both of your mouths are obscene as Josh's hips erratically move back and forth chasing the pleasure.

His high slams into him, quicker than he thought,”Fuck- I'm gonna cum. I-”

Danny's hand comes up to squeeze his balls, encouraging Josh to meet his end. You pull off of him just far enough to stick your tongue out as your hand jerks him off, moaning as white hot ropes of his cum land on your tongue.

Josh pants, catching his breath and sitting down on the bed as his entire body goes soft blissed out. Danny crawls over to you growling,” Let me taste him.”

Your tongues tangle and he moans at the taste of release on your tongue. Josh grasps your chin, tilting your head away from Daniel momentarily.

“I think you should enjoy Danny now love.”

You look into Danny's sparkling brown eyes,”Are you ready for me baby?”

You nod your head and he guides you back against the mattress, cradling your head in his hand.

“Wanna watch me take these panties off?”

Danny flashes you a toothy smile before leaning up, running his hands down his torso, hooking his thumbs in the barely there fabric. He pulls them off his hips, his hard leaking cock bobbing free resting heavy between his legs. You feel yourself clench around nothing gazing at your lovers impressive body. He grasps his thick length in his hand, running it through your wetness. You gasp when he nudges against your clit, feeling close to the edge already.

Danny taps his cock, the weight of his slapping down on your clit,” Do you think you could cum like this?”

Squirming underneath him you gasp,” Yeah keep going! Little more!”

Danny continues to glide his leaking tip over your swollen bud until you're cumming underneath him. He traces your slit again, gathering your release that's dripping from your entrance. Gently he nudges himself inside and you relish in the stretch. Once he's fully sheathed inside of you Danny gazes down at you, his eyes full of love and adoration,”Hi baby. Feels so good. So tight wrapped around me.”

You feel yourself melt into the mattress as his hips find a rhythm.

“I need more Danny.”

He leans up onto his knees, pulling your hips into his lap, thrusting in harder than before. He throws his head back, raven curls descending down his back. He sticks out his tongue, unable to control his mouth as you clench around him hurtling him closer to his release.

Looking to your left, you find Josh languidly stroking himself, thoroughly enjoying the show. Danny grips your jaw, turning your head to look into the mirror,” Watch us Y/N. See how pretty we look. Want you to watch me wreck your cunt before I cum in it.”

His hips find a punishing pace and the coil in your stomachs snap as you cum together, spraying his abdomen with your release as he pumps his own inside you.

Josh leans over, his lips capturing your own,” You look incredible baby, so fucked out and beautiful.”

Keeping himself inside for a few moments longer, Danny leans down to join Josh, locking your lips together and slipping his tongue inside of your mouth,” You're so beautiful baby, I love you so much, wanna knock you up with my baby next.”

You blush, and Danny realizes what he just said,” Well- not anytime soon at least. Maybe once Hazel's out of diapers.”

Your mind reeled, Danny loved you and you loved him, he maybe even wanted to have a baby with you. You were honestly feeling better than you had in days, a bit of weight had lifted from your shoulders.

Josh came back in the room, clad in a matching sweatsuit, holding his little baby. You smiled as he rocked her in his arms going on and on about being such a good girl, being so patient waiting for Mommy and Daddies.

Fin.

Always thanking @lipstickitty for helping me with ideas, love youuuu ❤️

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[etheries1015]

BOOK 7 SPOILERS BELOW

I finally decided to suck it up and catch up with twst book 7, I stopped after seeing Silver cry because I'm sCARED OF BEING SAD 😭😭 anyway here's a few reactions I had to it 😭

And hearing about the update coming soon-ish to ENG servers I really need to read up

Lilia pressuring Epel like the old man he is 😭😭 I love the moments that they remind us just how old Lilia actually is and how he sees most if not all the students as if they were his children/grand children, making sure they get the most out of the party and drink...its giving "What do you mean you're not hungry? Absolutely not. Here Is at least 5 servings of whatever dish I made to help u grow big and strong."

Okay I didn't take a screen shot of it but the entire section where Lilia looked kind of guilty with Ortho about exchanging addresses because you just KNOW he probably isn't gonna check in, presumably because he doesn't want anyone to get More attached to him seeing as he is nearing the end of his life span (crying shaking throwing up)

THIS. THIS. THIS INTERACTION HE HAD WITH US. I LOVE HIM. I AM SO SILLY FOR HIM. I totally forgot I changed my in-game name from my nickname to my REAL name and when he said my name I verbally yelled "WHAT THE HELL" before giggling and kicking my feet hehehehe I'm clinically insane for him

But the fact that he acknowledged us as Malleus friend probably means we've spent a lot of time at the dorms or around Lilia for him to see how our friendship and interactions with him work, and it melts my heart hehe. Being part of the diafam fr. But honestly bro back me up, I'm tired of being called a hench-human 😭💀

I wonder just how bad we must look with everyone noticing the strange shift??? Either we REALLY made a scene (tripping over, going pale) or the twst boys are just that attentive to us and I think that is the sweetest thing ever 😭😭 Ace and Deuce is so sweet for thinking of us and trying to get us out while also being polite to the people who kindly held the party. Despite not being there long, ace and deuce is willing to skip out on free food and drinks in order to make sure you're okay and I'm just 😭😭 ANGELS. I LOVE THEM.

But also the way Lilia worries for you is so sweet 😭💜 I should write a fic of sick reader and Lilia, or reader trying to tough it out because I know for a FACT Lilia would not let that slide! (Hypocrite 😐)

I ACTUALLY DROPPED MY JAW WHEN SEBEK SAID THIS SHIT. I WAS. WHAT. WHAT THE HELL LMFAOOOOO 😭 thats fucking insane bro I actually found myself chastising him thru the phone, I would NOT let that discrimination against humans bullshit pass fr 😭 slap him right upside the head and give him a stern talking to. I like seeing Lilia get frustrated, he's so cute and UGH. Although it went in one ear out the other, Seeing Lilia mad is so hot if I'm being real with y'all rn BUAHAHA.

I didnt screen shot this either (and I can't fit anymore photos on this post smh) but Silvers nose being red and obvious he was crying but Lilia confused. DudE OF COURSE he was crying!!! You're his dad!! You raised him since he was a baby, he's just now going into adulthood and doing that WITHOUT HIS DAD who is going to a far away land! Sure, traveling is a thing , but honestly nothing beats having that support just a moments away. Silver is literally the sweetest and wants to support his dad , but who's going to support him????!?! Lilia is putting him in a position where Silver feels the need to be strong and hide his tears for Lilias sake, but of course this is hard on him, its so sudden, too! Being so close to your parent and next thing you know mere days later they are stripped away from your arms?!

I just want to give them all hugs. Lilia obviously has some issues and misconstrued ideas of love (a million people have made posts and comments on this, so I will not repeat it) and I just. Need them to all sit around and be their mediator while we go thru their emotional states.

Ugh. I was in my twst burnout stage and still low key am, but fuck does it spark so much passion in you 😭😭

[bedoballoons]

Hi!! May I request a version of someone bullying the reader, but with a reader who takes no shit, is very bold and feisty? And then, the reader themselves fights back the ones bullying them?

Hello!! Ooo feisty I love it!! I hope you enjoy and thank you so much for your request!!! <3

P.s: This is super long! Sorry >///<

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

A/n: Modern School AU!! Part 4! Warning for: bullying, being rough, curse words, and fights!! Requests/asks open!!

{༻~Standing up to a bully~༺}

(Includes: Albedo, Tighnari, Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou and Scaramouche!!)

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𑁍༄Albedo:

You glared at the group of bullies surrounding you, your back against the the metal lockers, honestly who do these people think they are. "Leave me alone, I'm warning you!" You threaten, your heart already racing with slight fear but mostly courage, you weren't gonna let a group of jerks get the best of you. The group only snickered in response, gesturing to you as if to say look at this person, thinking they can actually do anything to us.

"Seriously, look dumbass, me and my friends are here to teach you a lesson, to make a lesson out of you, beat you up here for everyone to see. You and your freakish nerd of a boyfriend, whenever we find him." One of them said, spitting in your face with every word...making your face heat up red with anger, rage making your hands clench into fists. "Don't talk about him like that..." You said quietly, your words dripping with hatred as you used the locker as leverage, launching yourself off of it and kneeing the bully as hard as you could in the gut, watching in satisfaction as they hunched over in pain.

Suddenly you were enveloped by a familiar warmth, arms wrapping around you tightly as Albedo held you close to him. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" His eyes were wide with concern, but as you glanced at the bully, you couldn't help the smile that made its way onto your face. "I'm perfectly fine, if anything...they're the one who needs help." Their group of followers backed away, watching as their leader clutched their stomach in pain and you simply smirked at them.

𑁍༄Tighnari:

You looked down at your homework, study books and papers as they scatter across the cement ground, your hard work fluttering around the cement. You bit your lip, anger bubbling inside of you as you turned around to the culprit, a smug bully, laughing with their friends and pointing at you like it was the funniest thing they had ever seen. You shook your head, trying to ignore them and pick up your stuff, but as you reached down one of them just had to say something, "Gosh next time don't be so clumsy, maybe your homework won't end up...ruined."

You glared daggers at them, fire burning in your eyes as you watched the one that had spoke pick up one of your papers and tear it right in half, letting the pieces get blown away with the wind while they laughed hysterically. "Bastards!" You shouted stepping closer to them, "Honestly, you think it's funny to pick on people, are you so low in IQ that you have to use peoples bad feelings to laugh! You're nothing but bottom of the barrel jerks!"

Their smiles fell as you shouted at them, some of them crossing their arms defensively while others cracked their knuckles...preparing for a fight. The one that had ripped your paper speaking first, "You would say something like that wouldn't you, dating one of the smartest guys in school clearly gave you to much confidence. We may be nothing but bottom of the barrel but you smartasses are hated by everyone alot more than we are! How about you go be with you boyfriend while he seduces his damn plants!"

Then just like that you snapped, your fist colliding with the bullies nose so hard they fell backwards, the rest of them stepping back in fear. Your hand stung with pain, but you'd never felt better and as you got pulled away by Tighnari to some unknown place so you wouldn't get in trouble, you felt a little proud. "You're lucky you didn't break your hand." Tighnari muttered while wrapping your bruised hand up with gauze and carefully making sure it was well taken care of, but then he paused, smiling slight as he kissed your forehead.

𑁍༄Xiao:

You shook your head, feeling done with the situation, as a well known group of trouble makers surrounded you, saying rude things and touching your bag, your clothes, pinching your skin while they laughed amongst themselves. You sighed in annoyance, your words filled with anger as you spoke, "Can you all just back off, I'm not in the mood for your childish antics, unlike you morons I actually want to make it to class on time."

They snickered, one of the smaller ones shoving you harshly, "Did you just call me a moron? Fuck you, how about just for that I show you who's actually a moron for opening their mouth when they shouldn't." You rolled your eyes, quickly recovering from being shoved and grabbing the one that had spoke by their collar, "Who's the moron again, because it certainly isn't me. In fact I'm pretty sure I was right the first time considering you're shaking in your boots like a baby about to cry."

The rest of the bullies scattered away, leaving you with the small one who looked like they were seconds away from pissing themselves. You let them go and they bolted away, making you chuckle, honestly why do they even bother. Then to add to it all a arm wrapped around your waist, Xiao smiling at you proudly before leaning in to give you what he would say was a victory kiss.

𑁍༄Kazuha:

Kazuha held your hand, trying to calm you down as anger made even the tips of your ears red. A well known bullying standing smugly in front of you as the pieces of your favourite poem Kazuha had ever written fell from their hands, swirling across the floor with each step your schoolmates took. "Its alright my love, I can write you more poems, maybe even better ones." Kazuha tried, but that wasn't the point, this person had ruined something you cherished and you weren't just going to let them get away with it.

"You know, I wonder just how cruel someone has to be to take something someone else cherishes so much...and tear it to shreds in front of them. Do you ever look at yourself in the mirror? Do you see a monster? Because that's all you are and ever will be." You're voice was filled with spite and as you spoke you only got more furious. The bullies eyes narrowed, he took a step closer to you and Kazuha instantly moved to stand in front of you, only to be shoved harshly out of the way.

That was the final straw, the second the bully got close enough to you, you launched your foot up, kicking then right where it hurts. As they fell to the ground crying, you helped Kazuha up, checking to see if he was okay...when you noticed the blush on his face. "Are you alright?" You asked, he didn't seem to hear you though as he gently cupped your face and kissed you happily, god he fell more in love with you everyday.

𑁍༄Heizou:

You groaned quietly in disgust, wanting so desperately for the bully to leave you alone, they knew you were taken...hell most of the school knew and yet here they were, making you uncomfortable with their advances even though you had already made it clear you weren't interested. "Get it through your thick skull, I'm taken, have a boyfriend and even if I wasn't I wouldn't be interested in you!" You said...again, but the bully just shook their head, blowing a kiss in your direction as you cringed.

You rolled your eyes and attempted to walk away, done with them entirely...when they decided to stand in front of you, blocking your exit and making your hands ball up into fists, enough was enough. "Move, I already told you. Not. Interested." They smirked at you, not moving a inch, making the situation worse for themselves as you quickly dove around them, using the side of your body to harshly shove them out of the way as you pushed pass.

They bumped right into the wall with a loud satisfying thud and you hurried away, giggling as they curse under their breath. As you were walking down the hall freely you ran into your boyfriend himself, who was leaning against your locker, arms crossed and a small smirk on his face, "I heard what happened, sorry I wasn't there to help...but it sounds like you had it covered anyway." You blushed slightly, nodding as you walked up to him and he placed a gentle kiss on your cheek.

𑁍༄Scaramouche:

Scaramouche looked at you, a slight tinge of worry in his eyes as the bullies continued their attempts to annoy you...and you knew full well that worry wasn't because he thought you couldn't handle it, it was because if you didn't he would and it definitely wouldn't be pretty. You sighed angrily, wondering why you could never just have a moment of peace with your boyfriend. "Look just back off, I'm not in the mood for your stupid insults and if you don't quit it, I'll make sure you won't make anymore.." You sounded even more threatening then you meant to and from the way Scaramouche looked at you, you could tell he was impressed.

The group seemed to pause for a second, considering wether it was worth it or not to stay and clearly choosing the wrong answer as one of them spoke up, "What, you're just gonna make your boyfriend beat us up? What a pussy, at least do it yourself." You glanced at your boyfriends hands, he was seconds away from sending this bully to the hospital and getting yet another write up from the school.

"Asshole." You muttered and just like that the bully went to hit you, Scaramouche about to step in...but you were faster, punching the bully right in the nose as hard as you could. Your hand hurt like hell and blood dripped down the bullies shirt as they held their now broken nose, meanwhile Scaramouche was laughing hysterically. You grabbed his hand, running away from the crime scene and hoping you wouldn't get in trouble.

The second the two of you were alone Scaramouche pinned you to the wall, your hands above your head as he smiled, "God I love you so fucking much.."

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Have a good day!!*⁠.⁠✧

[mixtape-racha]

beside you | hwang hyunjin

☆ part 4/8 of the 5 seconds of stray kids series ☆

words: 706 // warnings: long distance, idol!hhj on tour, hurt comfort

“my heart wants to come home, angel. i miss you.”

“oh, hyunie… i wish i was beside you.”

the beeping of a facetime call on your computer startled you out of the book you were reading, grinning as you saw the name appear on the screen. finally, after a few long and draining days, hyunjin had a chance to call you for longer than 5 minutes.

it was hard when he was on tour, you were both such touchy and affectionate people that not being close really took its toll. not having him there to cuddle in bed after a long day, not having someone to laugh with at a stupid movie over dinner. it was tough, but so worth it. he loved his job and you’d never take that away from him.

you sat down quickly at your computer desk, a blanket wrapped around your shoulders before you accepted the call, the sight of your boyfriend appearing large across the screen. you grinned, the relief and pure joy on his face enough to have tears brimming in your eyes.

“hi, baby. missed you.” he smiled, his head rested on the pillow of his hotel bed as he laid down, taking in all of your appearance on his phone screen.

“missed you more, love.” you replied, reaching down to pick up kkami off the floor by your desk. “i think he’s missing you too. wouldn’t let me take your hoodie off the couch because he wanted to sleep on it.”

hyunjin cooed at that, his lips forming a pout as he took a screenshot of kkami snuggled into your chest.

“i miss my babies so much. it’s been too long, i need you both in my arms right now.”

“not much longer, pretty boy. then we’re all yours. every day of your break, we can spend cuddling or lounging around watching movies. anything your heart desires.”

hyunjin couldn’t hide his grin at your words, but it quickly faltered back into a pout. he sighed softly, hiding his face in his pillow which caused you to frown.

“what’s wrong, angel? talk to me.”

“i just–” he huffed, trying to carefully pick his words to get his point across effectively. “its tough. its shit, honestly. i miss you, and being away from you is so hard. i struggle sleeping without you, and even changbin’s sick of being my temporary cuddle buddy now.”

while he tried to make a joke out of it, you knew him better than anyone. you could see how exhausted he was, and not just physically. so, even though being across the globe stung, you had to be strong for him.

“hyunjin, listen to me, baby. its what– 2 weeks and 4 days until you come home. it’ll fly by, i promise. every day will be filled of seeing the happy faces of stays, and we’ll be at the airport to meet you the second you land. you’ve got this, my strong, beautiful, amazing boy, if not for anyone else, then for me and kkami.”

he nodded at your words, obviously taking them to the best of his ability. he knew you were right, after all, and you were always good at giving him confidence without dismissing his emotions. he was thankful for that.

“can we stay on the call until i fall asleep? might give me a chance of getting to sleep at a decent time.” he joked, a small smile reappearing on his face.

“of course, baby. anything for you.” you instantly responded, rooting around in one of your desk drawers for a book. “what about i read to you, hmm?”

he nodded erratically, making you laugh a little.

and so you did, reading him to sleep. you’d barely got 3 chapters in before his soft snores came through your computer speakers, which made you giggle softly. you pulled out your phone to snap a photo, before texting chan and asking him to keep an eye on hyunjin for you.

then you stared longingly at the screen for a moment, a smile gracing your lips.

“2 weeks, baby. i love you so much.”

then you hung up the call, getting up to potter around the apartment. if you kept yourself busy, the time would fly, you knew it. and before you knew it you would be reunited with your favorite boy.

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[rs-hawk]

Do you have any writing tips? Even if it’s not necessarily for smut?

I won’t be touching on tips for smut at all on this post but I can make a separate post for it if y’all want.

My Top 10 Writing Tips

Love all your characters. Yes, even your antagonists. Hell, especially your antagonists. Even if they’re evil for the sake of being evil, if you want a 3 dimensional character, you have to acknowledge that they’re more than just evil to someone. Their mother. Their friends. Their dog. You have to think of their motivations, and honestly?-acknowledge that every character you write has a part of you in them. Maybe just your anger, your fear, your trauma, but love them for that, and it’ll shape them and your works in ways you never thought of.

Don’t reread your work too often! It’s hard (so very very hard) but when you have to crank out 2k words a day every day of the month but 2 it gets easier. Lol. Fr though just keep chugging along. You can reread later. You can edit later. Just get it done.

Don’t edit too much while you’re still actively writing. I know that’s hard, I really do, but if you keep rewriting, you’ll never be able to finish. You’ll keep writing a handful of scenes over and over again until you hate it, your book and yourself for “giving up”. You can edit later.

Write for yourself. It doesn’t matter how good of a writer you are, how beautiful or eloquent your style, if you hate it with every fiber of your being, it’ll turn to dust in your hands. I consider writing work, and when people enjoy themselves at work, not only do they do better, but the consumer enjoys it more. Think about it. If you’re at a restaurant and the workers are laughing and smiling with each other and seem genuinely happy, you’re more likely to go back than if they’re miserable, on the verge of tears and seem to hate being there, right? The same is true for your writing. Readers will enjoy it more if they can feel how much you enjoyed creating it.

Don’t just write. Listen to music. Get up and go for a walk. Text/call a friend. Watch a TV show. Pet your cat. Experience something. It helps you write but it also reminds you that hey, you’ve been here like eight hours. Get something to drink. Take a screen break. Go outside.

Be comfortable while you write. I’m not going to lecture you on posture because I’m currently laying down with my legs drawn up under me, my upper body turned and my phone in the air because I’m trying to put enough pressure on my lower back to pop it. Anyway, even if you can’t stay in one position long, switch. Listen to your body. A “proper” posture can end up hurting you if you don’t ever relax or if you’re putting too much pressure on your lower spine. It’s okay to lean. It’s okay to lay down. It’s okay to sit cross-legged. Just not at the expense of your body. Be aware, and don’t forget to get up and stretch!

Take breaks. Eat. Drink. Stretch. Go to the bathroom. Some people need them scheduled, and that’s fine, but also listen to your body. If you need to use the toilet but you don’t have another break scheduled for an hour, just go. Pause your timer or delay your alarm if you want, but take care of yourself.

Don’t be too rigid with your “starting” plot. We know most of us have that one scene or one character in mind we want to write, so we create a plot around them. That’s fine and I love it, but your writing is like a living creature. You might change while writing it. Your characters and ideas might change while writing it. Let them change. Let you change! You can edit later.

Remember it’s not a race. Just because you see some people dropping 3 novels a year, or 5 Tumblr posts every day doesn’t mean you’re not good enough. No one can write what you write. No one can create what you can create. Your work deserves to exist and be judged on its own merit. Not compared to anyone else’s, even if it’s you five years ago who could crank out multiple posts daily. It’s okay.

Don’t expect anything. Start writing because you love it. It makes you happy. It itches that part of your brain that no other hobby does. That no other love does. I’ve been writing for about 15 years now. I don’t know who I am without it. I have tried giving it up, moving past it, doing other things, but I always come back. Nothing else makes me feel the way writing does. I have gone years without writing, but when I start writing again, it’s like a high. I can go for hours, and I have! I have been lucky to be able to monetize my work, but it took 10+ years and was only because I got goofy about werewolves on a PTR app. You can’t go into the arts and expect to make money right away, or ever. You can hope, and do your best, but don’t only do it because you think you’ll make a living. It’s a sad but real fact. Capitalism makes us think we should only do stuff we can make money off of, but that’s a lie. You can AND SHOULD create just to create. Humans are meant to make art, and if writing is your canvas like it is mine, write to create. Fuck capitalism. Your art existing is enough reason to create it.

[antiwhores]

Leaving - Bakugou x reader

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Part 2

Bakugou lashes out at you and its your last straw. So you leave.

Heavy angst, no comfort cause we die like real niggas, domestic abuse (verbal/emotional), depression, fighting, disappointment,

Wrote this because I’m barely surviving rn 💀 i cannot relapse until Christmas and im fucking DYING !!! Anyway if yall want a part 2 lmk 😈

You’re depressed, so depressed that you can barely get out of bed to pee. Maybe you’re depressed because of the relationship, you cant tell. Maybe its the fact that you starve yourself every time he yells at you as a habit. Or maybe its the fact he doesn’t spend his days off with you anymore. He just goes out drinking with his friends or does whatever the fuck he does. Or maybe its the fact he doesn’t fucking care.

He only says mean things to you now.

“What the fuck? Why’re you so sad? You do nothing all day. You just sit in this house that I pay for. You’re not constantly almost dying, working hard.” He says this to you after he finds you crying in the guest room. You stay silent, its a battle that you dont have the energy to fight anymore.

The next day you go searching for a job. You confine in a friend and she gives you a job at her bookstore. She says that theres too locations you can work at. Apparently, she’ll be moving out of state to the next one soon and she invited you. She knew how horrible you felt. She was giving you an escape.

The next day you make dinner for Katsuki. You both sit down at the nearly abandoned dining table. It was refreshing for a few minutes, even though he didn’t involve himself in any of your conversation. You were just happy he wasn’t yelling at you.

You decide to drop the bomb after 5 minutes of eating. You could hardly contain your excitement when you asked him “Guess what?” He showed hardly any interest in you but some was better than none.

He looked up at you, signaling for you to speak. You beamed at him as you announced your new job. You immediately started to ramble about how cool it’ll be to get out and how excited you were.

You looked up at him and immediately stopped talking. He looked angry, his lip curled upwards and his brows furrowed.

You looked at him with confusion evident on your face. “What’s wrong?” You honestly didn’t expect this reaction. You were just stuck. Why was he angry when you’re finally doing something good?

“Do you think I’m just not capable of providing? I offer you money all the fucking time but you want a job? I give you enough and you dont use it unless its for food. What’s wrong with my money?”

His grip on the chopsticks folded them. You couldn’t even cry yet, you were just shocked. “I thought you’d like it? You always complain about me ‘freeloading’ off of you and how you pay all the bills. I could start paying too!”

You flinched as he slammed his fists against the table. “I don’t need your stupid fucking 9-5 money! Im the number 6 hero! You’re probably not even doing this for the rent. What do you want?”

No, no, no. This was not how this was supposed to go. He was supposed to be happy. And then you could be happy too. He would have asked you about your job and smiled and praised you. What is happening?

He jerked himself out of his seat and stomped over to you. You scooted yourself back away from him in the chair he grabbed it and held you still.

He pulled out his wallet and rummaged through it. “What? Do you want some of those stupid books? Some decorations for this house? A necklace?” You stared at him with wide eyes at he pulled out a wad of cash and shoved it into your chest.

“There, ya happy now? Still want that job?” He crossed his arms, waiting for you to respond.

He treated you as if you were a slut, a gold digger. You were with him before he was rich. How could he even think that? You were done.

You looked down at the floor as tears flooded your eyelids. “Do you think I’m only here for your money?” It was a question you knew you had to ask. You would be left curious and broken for the rest of your life if you didn’t know now.

“You know, I’m starting to think so.”

That was your last straw. You couldn’t do this anymore.

The giggles came out before the sobs. Tears streamed down your cheeks yet you still laughed. “The hell are you laughing for?!” Its like he was upset that you weren’t already screaming at him.

You looked up at him, meeting his eyes for the first time in what felt like years.

“Do you know how hard you are to love?”

He paused, opening and closing his mouth.

You slid off your ring and set it on the table. Then you gathered the money through blurry eyes. The sobs started to fill in when you shoved the money into his chest just as he had done to you. You watch his fall to the floor.

“I try and try my best. I get a job, I make you dinner, I give you everything I have.” You reach up to take off the necklace that had his initials carved into. “I defend you, I make enemies for you, I sacrificed friendships and family relationships just to please you. But its never enough.” You set the necklace down and go to the bracelet he gave you. “I never asked for any of this expensive shit. The only thing I asked for was your love.” You set the bracelet down with your resolve.

He’s staring at you now with a look of surprise. You meet his eyes again with a look he hasn’t seen directed at him ever. “I’m done, Bakugou. Im done.”

You dont even notice when you start to gather your charger and car keys. You dont hear anything he has to say. You don’t hear the pleas for you to just listen and calm down. You dont hear the insults he says when he calls you overdramatic. And you definitely don’t hear the apology, cause it never came.

You walked towards the door, “I’m gonna pick up the rest my stuff tomorrow.” He grabs your wrist just before you touch the doorknob. “Please y/n, just sit down for one fucking second. We can talk about this!” You yank yourself out of him hands, “Touch me again and I’ll scream.”

You knew he couldn’t afford anything else on his record, especially domestic abuse. He had to just watch as you walked away. And you fucking loved it.

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Year in Review: Favorite Lines

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Make Me Laugh 'till I Die, I Stand Beside You With Pride

“Some of the crew in our firehouse in New York, they thought it was weird,” TK continues, fingers pulling at the hems of his sleep shorts. The stripey ones that Carlos teases him for, says they make him look like Mr. Bean. “They thought it was nepotism. They'd never say it to my face, but I heard the rumblings in the locker room. They thought I couldn't cut it in a firehouse on my own. That I needed my dad as my captain, to pick up my slack. It’s why I got dual certified. I guess I felt like I needed to have two certifications to prove that I deserved my job. Even Judd said I was ‘just the coach’s kid’ when I got here. That I got special treatment.”

“And you proved him wrong,” Carlos replies, a spark of anger burning low in his belly, fighting with the swell of pride in his chest.

“That's true.”

“I hope,” Carlos pauses, caught by his own emotion. “Baby, I hope I've never made you feel that way.”

“No, Carlos, you haven’t.” TK says. “Of course you haven’t.”

Carlos studies TK for a moment, searching his eyes for any sign of hesitancy. Finding none, he contemplates what TK has shared with him, the heaviness of being shamed for something so precious as his relationship with a parent.

“I don’t think your relationship with your dad is weird,” Carlos eventually says. “I think it’s really special. And I know how hard you worked for it, baby. That it didn’t come easy. I’m proud of you.”

TK looks up at that, “you are?”

“Yeah,” Carlos says almost shyly. He reaches out to brush his thumb against TK’s 252 medallion, takes it in hand and holds it reverently for a moment. Quietly, he says, “honestly, sometimes I’m a little jealous.”

“Baby.”

“No, it’s okay,” Carlos continues. “I just see how you are with your dad, how easy it is between you two and then I look at my relationship with my dad and I wish it was that easy for us.”

Carlos takes a deep breath and TK reaches out, shuffling a little closer while he pulls Carlos in with a hand behind his neck and briefly rests their foreheads together.

“I know how hard you fought for your relationship with your dad, TK,” Carlos says as they pull apart again, his hand regaining its position on TK’s knee. “I know how much it means to you. Trust me, it’s important to me too. I love you and I love your dad. I especially love the way he loves you. I don't want you to feel like he’s ever not welcome here.”

“I want you to have that too,” TK has tears in his eyes now. “A special relationship with your dad.”

“We’ll get there,” Carlos says. “It’s gotten a lot better the last few years.” He reaches over and wipes a tear from TK’s cheek. “You’ve helped, you know?”

“No, Carlos,” TK’s voice lightly cracks on the first word.

“Yeah, you have,” Carlos smiles. “This beautiful, brilliant boy came into my life and opened up my heart. Inspired me, gave me courage to introduce him to my parents. To share with them this part of me that I'd kept hidden for so long. It’s given me a deeper connection with both of them, before it was …so superficial.”

getting past the wounds of love

The house’s sprawling lawn is covered with stuff, organized into categories like books, music, clothes and furniture. Four tables full of vinyl records on the edge of the lawn had caught Paul and TK’s eyes. The pair recently discovered a shared love of vinyl while splitting a late-night Kit-Kat bar that TK had smuggled past his dad into the firehouse kitchen.

TK mentioned that Owen refused to let him display his modest record collection because it would clash with the minimalist aesthetic of his house. Instead his stereo system and records are stored in his room. Owen had offered to allow the turntable and speakers to be set up in the den, on the condition that TK add a selection of his favorites, like Tom Petty and Toto, to his collection. TK, knowing he would end up in yacht rock hell if he agreed to his dad’s terms, had firmly refused.

Paul recalled how he’d inherited his grandparents’ record collection when he was a kid – mostly jazz, blues and classic Afrobeats – and later his dad’s records too. He’s been adding to it since he was old enough to have his own money. It now contains a healthy selection of funk, disco, old school hip hop and early jazz.

TK hasn’t bought any new records since leaving New York, and hasn’t been actively crate digging since before he started seeing his ex, Alex. But he’s gone record shopping with Paul a few times since that night at the firehouse, he’s started googling record shops in the Austin area and they’ve made a list of stores they want to visit. It’s a part of himself that he’d buried in his relationship, in his attempts to be the perfect modern metropolitan boyfriend for Alex. Alex who thought vinyl was for hipsters, and anything outside of the top 40 charts was eccentric. Who told TK not to play any of that “weird shit” when his friends were over. And it feels nice to reclaim it, to discover this passion again in a music mecca like Austin with his new friends. With Paul, who understands more than anyone what it’s like to not quite fit into the spaces you think you should.

-and-

“I’ve never seen anybody inhale a lasagna like that,” he says with a glint in his eyes, head ducked just a bit to make eye contact.

TK feels a little bit embarrassed, feels his face go red.

“Hey, I think it’s cute,” Carlos says as he reaches a hand up and squeezes TK’s side. “I’ll keep it in mind, see if Paul will give me his recipe.”

TK ducks his head and laughs a little. He’s not sure how he feels about that. About Carlos making notes, making him special recipes. He feels Carlos’s hand under his chin, gently tilting his head back up.

“You okay?” he asks, soulful eyes penetrating him like they can read his mind. Instead of answering he moves a hand up behind Carlos’s neck, pulling him forward to place a soft kiss on his lips. It’s a sweet kiss, but a short one.

“Hmm,” Carlos says as TK pulls back, voice deep and a soft smile playing at his lips. “What was that for?”

“Maybe I think you’re nice,” TK says. “Maybe I wanted to see if you taste like lasagna.”

This earns him a loud laugh from Carlos, who gives his side one more squeeze before guiding him into the car. When Carlos gets into the driver's seat he puts the keys in the ignition before turning to TK with a serious look, “Where am I taking you?”

“What do you mean,” TK feigns innocence.

“Am I taking you home, or,” his eyes trail down TK’s body and back up, “are you coming home with me?”

“Officer Reyes, what kind of boy do you think I am?”

“I know exactly what kind of boy you are, Firefighter Strand,” Carlos says. “You’re sweet—”

“Sometimes I’m sour.”

“Mm, sometimes,” Carlos nods in concession. “But mostly I think you’re sweet. And you’re brave. And cocky. And very good with that smart mouth.”

“Just my mouth?”

“Come home with me and we’ll find out.”

Sunshine On My Body, Rainbows Bloomin' In My Skies

“Sick,” Mateo said, sawing the knife back and forth, he was finally making some leeway with the packing tape. “I’ve never been hiking, maybe we can come sometime.”

“Babe,” Nancy said forcefully, slamming her drink onto the counter with a slosh. Maybe she was feeling extra sensitive today too. The unicorn horn tilted precariously, the cotton candy mountain wobbled, sending dislodged rainbow sprinkles cascading onto the counter and floor. Momentarily Carlos wondered, are sprinkles like glitter? Had Owen just been sentenced to a lifetime of finding shiny sprinkles around his kitchen; one at a time they’d appear, glimmering from the grout behind the sink, hiding behind the spoons in the utensil drawer, years later still worn into the grooves of the kitchen floor tiles.

“You want to climb a mountain,” she was asking a stunned looking Mateo. Her now-empty hands outstretched and gesturing enthusiastically. “I can't even get you to go to barre class with me.”

“Because that’s for chicks!”

TK immediately cut a look to Carlos that screamed danger.

Why Do You Think I Ran

“I wasted so much time,” TK says, and now Carlos understands where this is coming from. Up until about four hours ago, TK was living on a countdown. A death sentence hanging over his head — over their heads. Apparently he’s not done spiraling about the finiteness of life, the time he feels he’s wasted. He curls in a little closer, propping his chin on Carlos’s bare chest, and looking up at him with shiny sea glass eyes he says, “I was scared because I’d just had my heart broken, and I told myself I’d never put myself in that position again. Never let somebody get close enough to hurt me that badly. And then there you were, with your big generous heart, and your sweet soulful eyes, and those hips…” He wrinkles his nose, “and your fish.”

“Oh my god, I’ve never tried to make you fish again, have I?”

Carlos has cataloged all of TK’s laughs; his delighted giggle, the small under-his-breath snort when he’s laughing at his own joke, the soft little gasping chuckle that only comes out during sex. The laugh TK lets out right now is Carlos’s favorite, the one where he scrunches his eyes and shows his teeth. The one he reserves just for Carlos.

He bites his lip and ducks his head, placing a soft kiss just over Carlos’s heart before looking up and soberly saying, “I was scared because I was falling in love with you and I knew I would blow it up.”

The Greatest Gift I’ve Found, The Sweetest Thing I’ve Known

“You know, there’s a lot of things to adore about TK. But do you know the thing we love the most about him?” He makes a questioning noise. She points a finger into the dimple in his cheek. “This.”

He furrows his brow in question.

“Oh, I’ve known you for thirty years, niñito.” He bites back his quip about how he’s not 30 yet, wanting to know where she’s going with this. “But I’ve never seen that smile, not until about four years ago.”

“When I met TK.”

“When you met TK.” She nods. “We all knew something was different. Even if it took you a while to work up the courage to bring him around. You seemed so light, so happy. We knew something had happened.”

He looks over to where TK is chatting away with his abuelita, smiles fondly as he watches her laugh at something TK’s said. She grips his forearm to keep herself upright and TK easily places a hand over hers.

“He’s a special person,” Carlos says.

“He is, but honey. So are you,” Lucy grips his bicep softly. “We love you, Carlitos, and I’m sorry that we ever made you feel like you had to hide any of your specialness from us.”

“Thank you, Tía,” he says around the lump that’s formed in his throat. She cups his cheek and nods at him with shiny eyes. “And thank you for loving him.”

“He makes it easy,” she pats his cheek. “Just in the way he loves you.”

Como Te Quiero Yo (how I love you)

When he collapses gently on top of him, TK lets out a slightly unhinged laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“We were supposed to go to the pool,” he laughs, the sound is glittery and sweet and Carlos loves him even more.

“Fuck the pool,” Carlos says as he rolls off of TK and pulls him into his side. “I never wanna leave this room.”

“You want a sex marathon?” TK’s eyes shine silver in the natural light of the room. “Hmm, and all I had to do was wear those silly shorts.”

“It wasn’t the shorts.” Carlos says flatly, sitting up and moving off the bed.

“You should try them on, babe, I bet they’d look really hot on you.”

“You think I look hot in anything,” Carlos chides. He picks the shorts up from the floor, scrutinizing them like they’re some sort of evidence at a crime scene. “They’re very small.”

“Yeah they are,” TK snorts. “Like I said. Hot.”

The shorts make it halfway up Carlos’s thighs before he hears it. A loud rip. “Oooooh, shit.”

“Did you?” TK laughs and sits up as Carlos scrambles to push the shorts back down. “Oh my god, babe.”

“I’m so sorry,” Carlos cries, pulling them off and examining the ripped seam. “I knew I shouldn’t have put them on. Damn. They wouldn’t even fit over my thighs.”

“Oh, baby,” TK says through a fit of giggles. Carlos looks genuinely distressed. “Never apologize for those thighs and that ass.”

I have no idea who’s already done this also I’m super late but tagging @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @your-catfish-friend @sznofthesticks @paperstorm @reyesstrand @thisbuildinghasfeelings @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-in-glasses @carlos-tk @lightningboltreader @chicgeekgirl89 @tinyluminaryzombie @redshirt2 @noxsoulmate @detective-giggles @fallout-mars @freneticfloetry @orchidscript @my-little-tilly @heartstringsduet @basilsunrise @theghostofashton @apothecarose @never-blooms @ambiguouspenny and open tag for anyone else who might wanna go!!

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find the word tag!

tagged by @digitalsatyr23 here! havent done this tag in a bit, but i have more writing now so its not so difficult to find new words :'D

rules: find the words in your writing and paste a sample here

my words to find: wrong, find, dream, and cloud

(Wasn't sure if this post warrents a content warning, but it does reference suicidal ideation, dissociation, and kidnapping, so be aware.)

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WRONG

(from my dormant wip the mice come out at night - morgana's pov/diary entry)

I was supposed to have died that day, I found myself thinking. But this thought wasn't out of scorn or hatred for the times I had made since then, it was a matter of fact. I didn't get what I had been promised, yet this time I wasn't so sure what I had expected at the time. Morgana then and now were two cherries separated at the stem. Our concept of what we thought we needed mirrored, the reflection a jarring contrast. "You must have the wrong guy," I found myself saying, cutting through my rampant thoughts. I highly doubted there was anything Vincent could be capable of lying to us about. Even if he decided to tell the others and not me, I was at least 99% certain Juniper would have spilled it by now.

FIND

(from my wip crater city - melony's pov)

Darcy looked down at his hands and the tears that fell into them. "I'm crying." He said, as if baffled by the phenomenon. His voice grew more distant, attempting to fade seamlessly into the background noise. "Look what you've made me do." "Darcy..." I began. "It feels warm and achy. But something is there. It's times like these that make me feel real. Feel human." "Darcy, you are human." "At this moment, I am. In the next few seconds, I won't be anymore. I hate it when emotions fade out of existence..." He sat at my desk with his face buried in his hands. It was customary for when his "mind checked out," as he used to say. "Your emotions don't go away. They're just hiding." He looked up at me with hollow eyes and a slack jaw. But they weren’t hollow because they were empty; they were hollow because they had yet to return. "They're just playing a game of hide and seek.” He grunted in agitated confusion. I sighed, picking up where I left off in the clutter. “Right now, sadness is 'it' and it's having a hard time finding the others. Hmm, I'd wager that anger is hiding in a prickly blackberry bush. Fear isn't always smart, so it's hiding clear-as-day behind a tree. Happiness is relaxing way up high in a tree..." I stood on my toes to prop the last textbook at the top of the shelf. The ridiculous analogy made Darcy chuckle. "It seems it found laughter first," I stuck out my tongue. Darcy came over to help, except my balance was a bit off and the book may have accidentally slipped from my fingers. It knocked him on the head before hitting the floor with a deafening belly flop. Instead of complaining about his head, his eyes lingered on the fallen book for a few extra seconds.

DREAM

Uhhhh none i think

CLOUD

(from my wip crater city - blair's pov)

I slapped the dented trunk of the sedan shut. The trunk was a briefcase from the show Steal or No Steal, and I was the pretty lady in red. But the look on Elijah’s face told me he was not fully convinced that this was the deal of a lifetime. He was starting to get on my nerves. He didn't know how to appreciate an offer of such high demand. It was honestly insulting. However, my TV show escapade was short-lived once I realized that he wasn’t going to let up. He was really upset, wasn't he? I could see it in his vacant stare: his soul had left his body. He took a step back, hands hovering cluelessly at his sides. “Uh, Elijah? What’s wrong, man?” I leaned against the creaky trunk, which snapped further shut, almost forfeiting my balance. It really needed more bungee cords, come to think if it. “This…this isn’t even one of the guys that harassed me.” “Come again?” Elijah was such a joker. “Blair…” The abstraction of my friend clutched my shoulders, causing the damp fabric to press into my skin. His hollow eyes sat constricted in their sockets, white about to burst in urgency. “It’s just some guy with green hair…” “Yeah, and…?” I raised a brow. Of course, he had green hair. What was he going on about? I saw a man with the same colored hair as one of the guys Elijah described, then I…wait, where did I even find this guy? I don’t even remember his face. And it would really be embarrassing to double-check by popping open the trunk. Had I really…? I searched the swirling green clouds for an answer. Then Elijah called my name and my wandering eyes found their way back to his.

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gently tagging @asterhaze @ditzybitzyspider @forthesanityofsome @frostedlemonwriter @new-royston-cursebreakers and anyone else

rules: find the words in your writing and paste a sample here

your words to find: pull, back, away, and whenever

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crater city mayhem taglist (dm to be added/removed): @writeouswriter @lyra-brie @digitalsatyr23 @talesfromtheunknowable

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REVIEWS OF THE WEEK!

Books I’ve read so far in 2023!

Friend me on Goodreads here to follow my more up to date reading journey for the year!

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247. Hello Beautiful by Ann Napolitano--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Have you ever finished a book and just sat there in awe, thinking about all of the ways that it broke your heart? This was me with HELLO BEAUTIFUL. Not to be punny, but this book was beautiful. Napolitano's novel was heartbreaking, memorable, destructive, and full of moments that had me outright crying.

We follow a family who essentially adopts a man (who marries into the family) who didn't have much of a family presence growing up due to a tragedy in his childhood. The journey we take over the decades as this family evolves, separates, and comes to terms with who they are is a heavy one, but also eye-opening. We see the cycle of emotional abuse and its consequences; the expectations placed on children to be better than their parents and its sometimes detrimental effects; and the power of love that comes from the most unexpected places.

This is a complex story of family and mental health. It tackles some topics that are often shied from in society, and the consequences of decisions that send ripples through time. There were characters I hated, others I loved, and others I truly hoped would find their happiness.

This was one of my favourites of the year, hands down. The tears on my face as the ending drew closer is proof that this book destroyed me and honestly, I'm grateful I was able to experience that because I normally don't pick up books like this one.

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248. Mistletoe and Mishigas by M.A. Wardell--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Okay, I'm not a huge fan of Holiday books because I find the whole theme kind of cringe and meh LOL, but I devoured the shit out of this book. MISTLETOE & MISHIGAS was adorable af and I couldn't stop reading it.

I loved the grouchy MC and the sugary sweet MC. I loved that one kept putting his foot in his mouth, and the other started to stand up for himself. I loved their dynamic and how they brought each others' best selves out. The grouchy MC's family was a delight and they were HILARIOUS.

Was this book super deep? At times. It dealt with the grouchy MC's PTSD and his fear of finding love again because of his grief and past experiences, and it also dealt with the sunshine MC's homophobic family and their abandonment. These parts were powerful and I liked that the two of them were able to work through or with their traumatic experiences.

Another thing I don't like about Holiday books is that because they're set in such a tight timeline, we often get things at a sped-up rate. In the case of this adorable book, we get an almost insta-lovey relationship that gets steamy hella fast (which I'm fine with, but I did giggle at that first 'baby' that hit at a questionable time), and a distorted sense of time to be falling all the way to the L word because truly, has enough time passed for this word to be coming into play? But the Holiday timeline will always be an escalator for love because time is of the essence.

Beyond that, this was ridiculously adorable and like the perfect shot of cuteness to get you into the Holiday spirit. I love these two messy men and that they were in their 30s!!!! You know how hard it is to find a cute book where the characters aren't in uni or in their 20s? It was weirdly refreshing (mainly because I am in my mid-thirties.)

Will try the first book in the series at some point in my life!

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249. Bookshops & Bonedust by Travis Baldree--⭐️⭐️⭐️

I'm convinced these books aren't for me. I read them both and while I was entertained for a bit, I got to the point where I just wanted the story to end. I did love the bookselling theme and how the MC tried her best to help the bookstore and its owner, but that was about all I really cared for in this book.

Oh, and seeing the MC fall into books that way so many of us do.

But while I can see why so many enjoy these cozy mystery books, I'm just missing that sense of "why am I reading this?"

I think I liked this one more than the first one, but to be completely honest, I'm not even 100% sure I remember what happened LOL.

Three stars for the bookselling and book reading portions, the rest I just...yeah. I don't think I'll be trying the next book--it all depends on when it comes out lol

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250. The New Guy by Sarina Bowen--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I'm so happy to be back in the world of Sarina Bowen. I saw this book on a friend's book haul and I needed it immediately, so I got my excited hands on it and devoured it. I missed reading the fun world of hockey with queer men. Sigh, I will admit that this has now sent me down that same black hole spiral that I experience at least once every year.

We get two perspectives: a single and widowed dad and a hockey player who is struggling to find a permanent home since he has been traded one too many times. As these two characters fight against their growing attraction to each other, we get to see some great character growth and truths that really bring too much to light.

I loved this book because of the tropes presented, but also because these two men experience so many different emotions together that you can't help but hope that they get to have their HEA. There's so much angst and sexy times, that it was hard to put the book down. But besides that obvious spicy side, I loved the side relationships and how the characters remembered to keep their heads on while either working or playing their sport. It's one of the things I love that authors sometimes do--that no matter what the characters are experiencing, it doesn't affect the core thing they love to do.

Also, the side characters were great and I loved all of them--especially the single dad MC's daughter and how big her personality was.

This was a lot of fun and I really need to check out the next book!

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251. Enchanted to Meet You by Meg Cabot--⭐️⭐️⭐️

In rating this a three star, I'm realizing how my rating system is so skewed. I'm rating this three stars because it was fun, but it wasn't the best thing I've ever read. It was very insta-romance and kind of over the top. But I'm going to be super honest: When it comes to Meg Cabot, I expect nothing less and I usually have a great time.

So, despite its imperfections, ENCHANTED TO MEET YOU was a lot of fun. There was a cheesy romance, a badass but kind MC, and a somewhat unbelievable menace that gave me strong THE CRAFT vibes. I wish I had read this in October because it would have been perfect.

I thought the cast of characters were sweet and the love interest (second MC) sounded fine af. There's a specific description of him during a spicy scene that had me rewinding the audiobook just to hear it again. Also, that's another thing! While it wasn't overly described, the fading to black wasn't as obvious as Cabot's previous series.

Also, hello some queer rep in this one! And a beautiful plus-size MC! Love.

I hope that this series doesn't go the way of her last one, which got steadily worse. I will hold out hope and will definitely be picking up the sequel.

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252. Power Plays & Straight A's by Eden Finley & Saxon James--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Re-read in November 2023

The happiness and giddiness I felt when I fell into this world again. I love these characters and how they communicate and how they are together. Reading this again felt like the first time, because I had forgotten so much of what had happened and I got to experience it all again :')

I like that these characters are imperfect and how they work together. One is socially awkward and the other is basically the king of hockey on campus. They are an interesting pair that somehow work and have the cutest and spiciest moments.

I love these boys and I can't wait to re-read this book again in a few years LOL.

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253. It Found Us by Lindsay Currie--⭐️⭐️⭐️

This was a fun and spooky mystery! I think the cover is creepier than the story itself, but it definitely had some moment where I know a middle school reader will have a few sleepless nights.

I loved the concept of this young MC being a detective because of how many other potential mysteries she could solve, especially now that she has her friend and brother helping her. I wouldn't say no to a sequel with more paranormal happenings in this small town--kind of gave me CITY OF GHOSTS vibes and I'm not mad at it.

I think I'm not rating this higher because while I was entertained, it didn't blow my mind. It was an enjoyable experience, however, and I'm definitely intrigued. I liked the character growth and the teamwork that happened--especially since I know younger readers who might pick this up might benefit from seeing healthy sibling relationships like the one in this book.

I do recommend this for anyone looking for a spooky middle grade novel that won't make them too scared to turn the lights off, but might creep them out with the stretched out smiles we sometimes hear about in IT FOUND US.

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254. Just A Bit Captivating by Alessandra Hazard--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I bow down to Alessandra Hazard for writing 14 books (so far) in this series and making me love most of them. JUST A BIT CAPTIVATED is her latest and the way I KEPT checking to see the release date...phew. When I pick up one of these books (to read for the first time, or re-read), I KNOW I'm going to be...captivated.

This was another twisted romance and listen, I am TRASH for these books. Whereas in other books I'd be giving the storyline a massive side eye, something about Hazard's over the top situations are so ridiculously addicting and weirdly endearing? I want to root for both characters, even though one of them is a massive asshole. But listen, it's fiction--romance red flags are not real life goals, okay?

I highly recommend reading this series if you want stories that captivate you and make you question your morals on occasion (but just for the sake of the books.)

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255. The Hundred Years' War on Palestine by Rashid Khalidi--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I will pre-empt my review by stating that the reason why I'm giving this four stars instead of five is because I'm not much of a history lover, so this was a bit of a heavy read in terms of textual information and my brain's inability to fully engage in historical nonfiction. Other than that, this book was incredibly informative.

I've been trying to stay informed and have been trying my best to show my support in the best ways I can, but I find that reading up on the history of the beautiful Palestine and how it has been besieged for over a century is incredibly important. I learned a lot through this text and I definitely believe that it should be on everyone's TBR. There were definitely some aspects I wish we learned more about in this one (I have learned about missing information through my own research and watching videos of those who are hella informed). But I also know that this text is a bit older and a lot of newer information has most likely come to light since its publication.

Important, powerful, and eye-opening, Rashid Khalidi's The Hundred Years' War on Palestine is a must-read.

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256. Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I'm surprised it took me this long to read the heartbreaking book that is GIOVANNI'S ROOM. I've read various Gay literary fiction titles and while I always enjoy the journey, I'm always heartbroken or feeling some intense emotion by the end. Baldwin's novel didn't spare me from this experience.

GIOVANNI'S ROOM is messy, but in the most tragic way possible. This is a novel about a man who experiences one of the biggest emotions a human could experience, but both the time, his life experiences, and the expectations of what it means to be a "man" got in the way of him taking that leap into the abandonment of love. By the end, I couldn't help but cry for him, but also cry for Giovanni and the what could be's that mirror the life these two men lived on the pages of Baldwin's masterpiece.

The final line of this book will forever haunt me and if you've read this book, you know that that imagery not only will haunt the character forever, but also the reader.

Also, if you haven't done so--I highly recommend reading SWIMMING IN THE DARK because this felt very much like a reversal of characters if it was a retelling of GIOVANNI'S ROOM. Both are beautiful and both will absolutely break you/make you think about those who shared these characters' fates in real life.

I took a star away because the writing sometimes felt a little dry, BUT with that being said, I listened to the audiobook and the enunciation and reading of the narrator was GORGEOUS.

I'm glad I finally experienced this gorgeous and messy book. Also, I both wanted Giovanni to get therapy and to also be given the love he always craved and lost. My God, my heart cries for Giovanni.

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Have you read any of these books? Let me know your thoughts!

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Happy reading!

[waltwhitmansbeard]

Can I request that #4 as well, only it’s the Empire Kids instead?

4. Protecting other characters from harm even when they know they'll get hurt

Beau has a job to do, and she takes that job seriously. Get in the monster's face, pop pop, take the hits so the others don't have to, so the others can work their magic from afar. She likes this job, likes getting into the sweat and the blood and the thick of it, likes the throbbing bruises that tell her she's succeeded. Her training gives her the abilities to outmaneuver and outlast even the wiliest opponents, and using that to the Nein's advantage is just so satisfying.

Until she gets distracted. They're here in the Lebenda Swamp, at the behest of the Cobalt Soul, and they're trying to take care of this nest of grotesque, many-tentacled swamp monsters, and there's just so much going on at once. The thick of it is everywhere, and as fast as she is, she keeps getting snatched up and waved around like these monsters are children playing with dolls. She manages to avoid most of the teeth—razor-sharp and simply too many to count—but it's hard to hit these things in their fleshy underbellies from thirty feet up in the air.

She manages to wriggle herself free, slipping from the slimy tentacle and crashing to the ground harmlessly, but she can't book it for the monsters' center mass because Jester is half-conscious on the ground beside her. She kneels next to her friend's head, rooting around in her side pouch for a healing potion. "Fuck, come on, Jes," Beau mutters, trying to tip Jester's head up to administer the draught.

There is a telltale whistling in the air behind her. She doesn't have to look to know its source: a tentacle, slim and deadly fast, is whipping toward her, and if it strikes true, it'll knock this potion right from Jester's mouth and probably crack Beau's spine into two for the hell of it. She tenses her muscles to leap away, but before she can, there's a grunt and a howling yelp, and she turns her head to see Caleb of all people, gripped tight around this tentacle like he's going for the full eight seconds at the rodeo. Beau watches in horror as Caleb, clinging on for dear life, sends some kind of sizzling, acidic burning into the monster's flesh as he's flung about through the air, and for his trouble, he gets slammed back-first into a thick cypress tree. He tumbles to the ground in a heap as the tentacle, now free of its rider, moves on to other goals.

"Shit shit shit!" The potion bottle is empty, and Jester is stirring now. "What..."

"Get up and follow me!" Beau, who can run easily twice as fast as Jester, she's aware, tears off toward Caleb's unmoving body. She rolls him over, and she can practically see the twittering birds dancing around his head. "Caleb, are you with me?"

"Ja, okay," he says faintly, clearly dazed.

"JESTER!" she shouts over her shoulder, worried that their one healer—honestly, fuck Caduceus for not wanting to leave the Grove for this—not making it in time. "Hey, you don't get to die on me, okay? Do you know how much fucking paperwork I have to fill out if you die on a job for the Cobalt Soul?"

"Sorry." His eyes roll back in his head.

"I'm here!" Jester crashes to her knees and grabs Caleb's face with both of her hands. She closes her eyes in concentration, and a few moments later, Caleb's own eyes are fluttering back open.

"Sheisse..." He coughs with a groan. "That...looked more fun than it was."

Beau could strangle him. "What the fuck were you thinking? You're basically made of tissue paper and sugar glass. That thing could have killed you."

He shrugs, then winces at the movement. "You've taken quite a beating yourself, and you needed to get Jester on her feet again."

"Aww!" Jester presses an obnoxious smooch onto his cheek. "So gallant! Beau, tell him he did a good job."

"You're a fucking moron."

"Close enough." Jester hops to her feet. "I'm going to go hit that thing with a lollipop. You two catch up!"

Annoyed as she is, Beau puts her hand out over Caleb, and when he puts his own in it, she hauls up him from the ground. Jabbing a finger in his face, she grunts out, "You stay back, you hear me? Don't be a fucking hero."

He raises his hands in surrender. "I will be a coward from here on out, I promise."

"Good." She spins around to march back into the fray, but before she can, a hand on her wrist pulls her back. "Beauregard."

She turns, scowls at him. "What?"

"It was worth it."

And the annoying part is that she knows he means it. Rolling her eyes, she pulls her wrist free. "Stay hidden or I'll feed you to one of those things myself." And then she stomps off, hoping she never comes any closer to losing a friend again.

[crunchchute]

need to know when exactly hw2 is taking place so that i can work it into my headcanons cause right now its just not fitting at all. a lot of "..unless?" but i wont know until i get the timeline (more under cut i guess. spoiler territory ahead 🚨🚨)

also i had 6 hours of copium for my sleeptime. if youre a hater just take this as if i was pulling this out of my ass, unless you agree, in which case youre welcome to comment or. nod in agreement.

so how does this help wanted economy affect the fazcoin?

but no for real now. to preface im very forgetful when it comes to fnaf lore and i sometimes miss some plot points and many times they affect my headcanons (once i remember them) but i cant check everything. im just forming my own little timeline with my own ideas i guess, but i still want it to be canon adjacent So!

i believed that its taking place post SB, pre Ruin. which i was super happy with as i was worried it would be pre-SB and not give enough lore that i crave. however, just as ive seen some people say, this didnt help with the lore much, and it just got more confusing for me. still a fantastic game but from a lore point it doesnt give us anything too big or a conclusion (well. maybe one) i also saw people say its post ruin, which i dont agree with but i would agree with during ruin. (when ppl say cassie is the player, i dont think so, need more arguments) its unclear once people bring in other arguments than the obvious roxy's mask or the state of the pizzaplex. but basically as an afton believer its hard for me to work around this, but i will try. never back down never what?

so my hc is iykyk, scraptrap->man in the room->ghost/amalgamation->latching onto tech and the mimic in the form of glitch and burntrap->mimic "shedding" him->wills ghost forming mxes; it also works without the frights books but the afton amalgamation and everything around it is too cool to not use. i fucking love ruinborn afton graaaaah *tears shirt apart* i also liked the idea of his spirit shattering and a piece of it forming glitchtrap for years, and i believe it can coexist with mimic, i think burntrap was real and is both mimic and afton.

now. this game. really messing it up for me as glitchtrap existing post or during burntrap just doesnt make sense, i dont want -trap multiples or something (sounds like the years old 2-3 purple guys theory lmao) but i will look into it as glitchtrap and mxes connection..? honestly, i really expected getting to see burntrap here (or at least mimic shown). was burntrap like retconned or something for real??? also still dont understand when people say burntrap isnt the mimic or whatever. no, it is, just with something a little extra on. and that extra is again, wills ghost or remnant or whatever you wanna call it, symbolized by the bonnie parts on his endo, but theres also flesh so yeah, as funny as it sounds i fuck with the afton homunculus growing over mimic theory. its stupid enough, he would do it.

but i wanna focus on mxes, i knew we wouldnt see the entity in the game, didnt expect it. but i also didnt expect the system to show up, which it did, but obviously not the entity yet as i believe they were formed only after burntrap has been "scooped" by tangle (comparing the scooper mimic ending and the burntrap one as a parallel) i just dont understand how glitchtrap is in here. thats the thing i cant figure out! this is 100% post SB so at that point glitchtrap is just gone. how did we get him back now? only ends up with me reaching with like MEGA SPOILERS the vanny ending crushing glitchtrap being a metaphor of her locking away or deleting the code. extreme reaching would be stuffing it into the mxes system where glitch would turn into the entity. but thats way too loose, but ive seen many people call the mxes entity glitchtrap, which doesnt even work with their theory that glitchtrap is mimic, because the entity is obviously not the mimic. like you have to consider this too, not just mimicmimicmimic but then agree that a glitchy rabbit is similar to another glitchy rabbit

lost my thread of thought. and thought of how this all is just, an end to glitchtrap era and only mimic in the future. well.. without an evil rabbit, fnaf will lose its charm for me, i dont know if vanny!cassie would save it for me, i only want wiwi. more wiwi, no mimi *starts glowing red and then explodes* anyway its not that bad. as long as i get to see the mxes entity again i will be good. and as long as im right about the clickteam game, i will be happy :D

also im intrigued by the fallfest showing up again, i really want to see how the maps look and look at all the details.. but in general the area is either underneath or next to the pizzaplex, the body of water in curse of dreadbear imo is the same as the underground water in ruin and hw2 to me confirmed that it truly is all in one place (goes nowhere with this). i love how the hw2 hub is in the pizzasim building. also, another thing, need to check it out again but i want to see if scrap baby is in a vr level or reality so i can theorize about scraptrap, as in, if at least tangle and scrap baby are still around and real in the plex, it would make sense for scraptrap to not show up because he has gone through digitization /j you know the whole pipeline. and so on and so forth

anyway im gonna pet my dogs and maybe read tse and then get back to hw2 in the afternoon. just getting this out of the system and my brain