#a girl not wanting to date someone completely in the closet is not the same as dating someone not out to their parents

[so-sick-of-17]

I still see people saying that Tatum was perfect for Leighton. Y’all dumb as bricks for real.

[genericpuff]

What are your thoughts on the whole Hestia x Athena thing in LO? Personally it always infuriated me with how hypocritical it was of them to date each other despite them both being members of/Hestia being in charge of TGOEM. It especially annoyed me how Hestia constantly told Persephone that as a TGOEM member she can't date anyone but later saying that her relationship with Athena doesn't count. I give some credit to Artmeis for calling them out when finding out, but it wasn't enough

The hypocrisy is one thing but it at least could have been expanded on as a plot point (Hestia didn't even have the spine to return the coat and apologize, Artemis had to do it ???), but what REALLY ticks me off is that Rachel clearly tried to include queer rep through Hestia and Athena who are two traditionally aro/ace goddesses. So really all she did was erase their original queer identities, both of which are still massively misunderstood and argued over whether or not they're "real". And shit, we even see that in her old asks that lesbian sex "doesn't count" and that asexuality is somehow just a sliding scale / stepping stone towards "becoming" another sexuality (in this case, gay).

Like... you can be asexual and also still be romantically attracted to the same sex, "becoming gay" doesn't automatically erase someone's asexuality. Artemis can be gay and aroace. Lesbian sex is still sex and isn't a "loophole" to retaining one's virginity. To be fair, the whole "vestal virgins are flaming lesbians because you can be a virgin and still have hot lady sex" thing came from an anon, but like... she doesn't do anything to challenge that idea in LO either, if anything it's reinforced through Athena and Hestia using their relationship as a "loophole" within TGOEM (and the narrative never actually stops to analyze that.)

And then the cherry on top is Rachel removing the sexualities - sometimes even entire character identities - from canonically or commonly-accepted queer gods and giving them to others. Crocus is no longer a lover of Hermes, but a one-dimensional nymph who was killed as a plot device and then never spoken of again. Ampelos is no longer a satyr loved by Dionysus, his name now belongs to Psyche, a heterocis black woman who doesn't know how to read and has been basically forced into slavery. All of Aphrodite's children who ranged in gender and sexual identities are now replaced with one-dimensional cutout characters with no specific labels or characterizations beyond the translations of their names. Eros has been reduced to the "gay best friend" whose first introduction into the story is inebriating a 19 year old girl with the intent of dumping her in an older man's car. Apollo has been turned into a generic big bad whose only goal is getting his hands on Persephone and nothing else, with zero nuance to his actual characterization or plot arc, he's just "the rapist" who conveniently becomes a pawn in some bigger nefarious plan that makes zero sense. Dionysus and Achilles have both been turned into babies.

If Rachel wanted queer rep, she was already in the right place. The entire Pantheon was her oyster. But instead she managed to go the complete opposite with it and not only erase the queer identities of Greek gods in LO, but went the extra mile of egregiousness by replacing those queer gods with token-queer stereotypes and one-dimensional characters who are just there to say they're gay for the brownie points before being shoved back into the closet. They're out, but they're still not seen.

[tainted-liquor]

'La Princesa De Mi Corazon⋆˙⟡♡

E42!Miles Morales x Daddy's Girl!BlackFem!Reader Ingredients: Sugar, kisses, n a lil bit of smiles ! TWs: Cursing, realistic teenage dates (he didn't spend no 5k cmon now) W/C: 2.4k A/N: This can be read as an autistic reader if u squint rllly hard ! Another lovely request I got!! Enjoy luvs

For as long as you can remember, you've never actually been told the word "no" by your father. When your mother didn't wanna get something for you, you'd just ask your dad! Since you were the youngest and first daughter in your parent's long line of sons, with you having 4 older brothers, there were times when you didn't even have to ask, it was just yours before you could even think about it. Clothes, phones, shoes, makeup, perfume, all of it was yours. You were a daddy's money girl, with everything in the world right at your fingertips. So naturally, you tended to avoid serious relationships with boys due to your insanely high standards that had been curated since birth. Until you met him, Miles.

Miles was the complete opposite of you and your aesthetic. Where you were giddy and childish, he was serious and mature. You possessed everything under the sun in the shade of pink, where he barely had anything besides black and purples in his closet. Originally he didn't fuckin' like you, like, at all. He thought you were a 'spoiled air-headed dressed up money drowned bimbo' due to his experience in 'working' with rich people. They all seemed to act the same way and wanted the exact same thing, money or power.

But that view dropped immediately when he saw you interact with others. You weren't rude, you definitely weren't stupid, and you were the kindest most giving person he had ever seen before. People all in your circle constantly praised you for how sisterly you were, handing out gifts and words of wisdom like candy. Your only 'flaw' was your ignorance, living blind to the world around you due to being so heavily protected by your father. Sure, there was crime everywhere and New York was a walking murderhouse, but you didn't know that!

You were casually talking to one of your best friends Brenna when you bumped into someone, knocking you straight on your ass and causing him to stumble back a little. "I am so so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going!" you empathized as you picked yourself up and immediately offered to help the stranger. He shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket as he spoke, his voice quiet and steady as he did. "Oh my bad, It's all good. Just be careful." You gave him a warm smile and a brief nod before setting off again, assuming that would be the last time you two spoke. And damn were you wrong.

The next time you'd see Miles, you were at the mall the following Saturday with a shit ton of bags in your hands. You practically skipped through the concourses of the mall, smiling and giggling with Brenna. You were in a brand new off-white dress and rounded the corner to see Miles waiting for a Cinnabon in line. As soon as you saw the blue and white logo of the bakery, and the smell of sweet sugar and baked goods kissed the tip of your nose, you stopped what you were doing and stood behind the familiar set of twin braids. "Hey, Miles!"

Miles looked over his shoulder, his eyes widening a fraction when he saw over 10 bags on each of your arms. "Yo…what's up with all your bags? You don't feel your circulation gettin' cut off?" he asked with a bewildered expression, "Damn, how much money you spent here?" he gawked. Truth is, you weren't sure. All your dad said was to have fun and he didn't necessarily…give you an amount to spend, he just handed you the card and told you the PIN. "I actually don't know. This has to be a minimum of 600 dollars, Daddy just kinda told me to have fun with it!" You shrugged like that was completely normal.

Miles stared for a minute, analyzing the 20 bags you had in total from various stores. he sighed with a small smirk, shaking his head in disbelief as you sort of merged with his spot in line. Neither of you realized, but you unknowingly recruited Miles in your shenanigans at the mall as soon as you both left the bakery with a series of sweets. You three set off to the nearby sneaker outlet, buying everyone a minimum of 4 pairs of sneakers to match every outfit they'd ever make. If Miles didn't know before, he knew now that you were the gift god when it came to generosity and Daddy's money.

His entire perspective of you changed that day, with you more actively talking his ear off and surprising him with random shit you got with your dad's credit card. He knew then and there that your standards were sky high and anyone who ever fell in love with you would be up for a bullfight ahead of them. He saw how your dad showered you with absolutely anything you asked for, with you even having a real-life princess crown from 2011 plated with morganite and rubies stationed in a plastic case on a high shelf in your room. But as he spent more time hanging out with you or spending time over at your house with your brothers, it hit him like a fucking truck. He knew whoever found themself head-over-heels for the pretty pink princess of her family would be in for a fucking hell of a time, he just never expected it to be HIM.

The day he realized he loved you was just like any other day, with you speeding up to him whenever you saw him. Your usual poofy dress skirt flows behind you like something out of a Disney animation. As soon as he knew to grab you so you didn't send the both of you falling to the ground, he felt a sudden warmth in his face. No, not you smushing your face against his as you gave him a spine-breaking hug, but a new kind of warmth that screamed danger. He suddenly became aware of your perfectly fitting style and the way each of the features on your face harmonized perfectly to create the perfection that is you.

Even though you came from completely different backgrounds, you never ONCE in your life dared say something about his situation. There were nights when he would just watch you as the prowler, skipping through his neighborhood like you didn't hear any of the gunshots, screams, explosions, or see anything wrong at all with where you currently were. It's not that you didn't notice, but you were completely aware that not everyone was as fortunate as you were, so you had no right to look at situations that weren't identical to yours any differently. And despite how "uppity" you looked on the surface, you truly thought of everyone as a new friend.

You, on the other hand, were crushing HARD. On some, you actively got quieter and sometimes just shut the fuck up entirely when Miles was nearby. You knew that you were probably making a mistake by genuinely loving someone so fully in this age of infidelity and communication issues, but you couldn't help it! He was just so pretty and listened to everything you had to say and he never once asked you for anything! Ever! You didn't know how Miles would behave in a relationship, but you damn sure weren't prepared for it.

When Miles asked you out on a date, you were a squealing mess. You threw on a pretty pink dress and quickly threw your goddess braids into a quick bun. When your dad watched as you eagerly checked your outfit in the mirror, he was a little taken aback when you told him that you were going on a date. He gave you a warm smile, telling you to be safe and if he tries anything that he'll blow his fuckin' top off. You laughed at him being so overprotective, calmly explaining to him that Miles wasn't like that at all.

You silently pondered where Miles was planning on taking you. You didn't want your first date to be all fancy, because that made them look like they were trying way too hard. But you also didn't wanna sit in some random diner, either…you didn't know what you wanted. All you did was hope that he paid attention to any of your conversations as you patiently waited on your velvety couch. You immediately perked up at the sound of the doorbell, flying to the door and waiting a couple of seconds before swinging it open.

"Mírate! La princesa de Nueva York! You love your dresses, huh?" He asked with a small smile, bracing himself as you dove straight into his arms. You giggled as you did a small little spin, showcasing the new silk dress. "I was debating on a different babydoll dress I have or this one. This one just felt more fitting!" you shrugged as you closed the front door behind the both of you. Miles had no idea what a babydoll dress was, but he made sure to let you know that you looked stunning in this seashell shade of pink. You follow closely behind Miles, loosely wrapping both of your arms around his left arm as you begin to break down the various types of dresses, and which one was your favorite.

"I didn't even know dresses had names…What's your favorite kind?" He asked with a small amused smile. Not only was this the first time someone had actively listened to you rant about your love of dresses, but he made an effort to even ask what your favorite one was? Lord, he was in for an earful. And he clung to every single word you said like it was the sweetest of melodies. When you finished your long-winded rant regarding pink flowy sundresses, he nodded with a bashful grin. "So a puff-sleeved peasant dress made of chiffon?"

You nodded eagerly as you realized he had been listening to you the entire time. "Yeah! I drew it in my sketchbook a little while back, I think I'll show you when we walk back." You chirped as you slowly began to approach what looked like the most gorgeous candy store of your life. It smelled like heaven and looked just like eye candy. You didn't even get the chance to point before Miles gently guided you through the frosted glass double doors. You beamed as you immediately set off (taking him with you) toward some of the pastries.

You filled up two mini bags with various types of candy, croissants, and two rock candies, one in purple and one in pink. "Miles, what's your favorite candy?" You asked as you scooped gummy sharks into your bag. "Uhh…those sour airhead stripes," he replied as he grabbed two near-frozen sodas from the wide commercial fridge. You got two packs of his favorite candy and slipped it into one of your candy bags, skipping over to him to pay for everything at the counter. You rummaged through your bag for your wallet, looking up to realize Miles already had planted his card in the reader.

"C'mon, this is like, so much stuff! Let me pay!" you insisted as you went to open your wallet. He gave you a firm glare, zipping your entire wallet closed and stuffing it back in your bag. "You good? I'm taking YOU on a date, not the other way around" he asked as you intertwined your hand with his, allowing him to lead you back out of the candy store. You played back his words in your mind, processing each syllable and just how much it meant to you. You giggled to yourself as Miles told you that you were gonna go rollerskating before he took you back home!

There was no actual problem, you loved the idea of going skating with Miles! The issue was…you couldn't skate. Miles laughed loudly as he watched you attempt to meet him on the rink, trying not to bust your ass on the soft and neon carpet. You froze in complete terror, holding both arms out and vaguely resembling a confused cat with its ears back. Miles glided over to you between a fit of giggles, holding out his hand for you to hold onto.

You firmly grasped his hand, holding on for dear life as he slowly guided you to the shiny hardwood floors of the rink. "Miles I'm gonna fucking cry," you state, wide-eyed and afraid as your legs seem to weaken as he gently pushes you forward. "Alright, hold on mama. I gotcha, just drag your legs forward," he instructs as he glides forward like clockwork. He takes both of your hands within his, laughing as you fight back the urge to scream as you look down at the ground. "And here I thought you loved skating!" he laughed.

"I do! I swear I do! But I can't…oh my god I'm gonna faint…" you sighed as you wrapped both arms firmly around his torso, squeezing him like your life depended on it. "Alright, c'mon. Te ayudaré." he shrugs as he propels the both of you forward as slow as he knows how to. It was amazing, and your face lit up when you realized how fun it was to 'rollerskate'. You hadn't realized when, but you naturally picked up the rhythm of Miles's legs, adapting his style of skating slowly but surely. And when you realized you weren't even holding on to him anymore, your face lit up brighter than any star in the world.

When you packed everything up and returned both of your skates, you were giggling like a child and buzzed off nothing but sugar. You wildly explained how much fun you had and how you felt like a flying fairy on the skating rink, thanking Miles over and over for being so fun. He dropped you off at your house, holding a brief conversation with your parents as you skipped upstairs to find your sketchbook. You eagerly showed him the plethora of dresses you had cooked up in your head, explaining every one of them.

"Damn, you really are a princess huh?" He chuckled as you flipped through the many beta designs of dresses comparable to that of Princess Diana's. "I'll just have to get you one of these next time then huh? Tú eres la Princesa de mi corazon." he chuckled as you waved goodbye. You didn't know what he was saying, but you couldn't help but beam at the affectionate energy radiating from his words. He gave a formal goodbye to your parents before disappearing as swiftly as he arrived.

"I like that kid. He's very proper." You heard your mother exclaim. "Will he be over more often?"

You nodded eagerly as you ran up to your room to scream more into your pillow.

[thisismeracing]

Mick+ betrayal + angst. Hurt me queen.

Betrayal | MS47

⸺ the one where Mick doesn't know what to do when love is over, and he ends up hurting Yn even more. Or when it took him only two weeks to go out and date the other girl. ✓ mentions of cheating and break up.

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What do you do when love is over?

That's a question that not everyone will have an answer to, and even if they do, there is no guarantee it will be the right one. The one that prevents heartbreak, tears stains, and screaming matches.

Mick tried to end things on good terms. And though he knew love was not over for her, he was already in love with someone else, so he decided that lying was a good idea. Mick told Yn that he wanted to break up because he needed to focus on his new seat, to give his undying attention to getting better and better and not going through the rough path he went to previously. That was the most absurd thing Yn ever heard Mick say, and she had heard him say that horses could fly one very drunk day.

When Yn pointed out that she never questioned his timing or asked for more attention than he could give, she reminded him that during his two years in Haas, she was by his side. When she cried, asking him how could love stop him from reaching his biggest goals. When she whimpered that love would actually push you towards your dreams, and support you, Mick could only shake his head and repeat that he was sorry. Which he was, in some way.

He never thought he would fall out of love with her, never thought that he would live a day where her laugh didn't bring him the most joy, or that watching her doing mundane things wouldn't be as interesting as before, but it happened.

And that's how Yn found herself at his doorstep two weeks after their breakup to get some of the things she wasn't able to on the same fateful heartbroken week of her existence.

She knocked on the door, the weird feeling creeping into her body. It was strange to wait by the entrance as if she were a stranger, and as if that was not her house a couple weeks ago.

"Coming!" She heard his cheerful voice exclaim before the lock turned and the door opened. The smile Mick had on his face vanished the second their eyes met, and they had been together long enough for Yn to recognize the guilty look on his face, just seconds before the feminine frame showed up behind him.

She was wearing one of Mick's shirts just like Yn used to. She looked happy. Comfortable. She looked at home. As if they'd been together for more than two weeks. As if their story was older than that.

Yn gulped, her throat closing and eyes watering, but she kept her instance, "I came to take the rest of my stuff..."

"Y-yeah, of course," Mick took a step back, allowing her to enter the house that had a completely new smell. "Mhmm- this is...this is Debby, my- uh- my girlfriend. Debby this is-"

"Spare me, Mick," Yn interrupted. "She knows who I am, and it seems like I'm the only one between us who did not know about her before."

"What do you mean?" he asked, brows furrowing, and body turning toward her, ready for confirmation. But oh Yn was so tired.

She just turned her back to the couple and ascended the stairs. The bed they used to share and everything else seemed the same as the day she left, except there was Debby everywhere. Each small detail that made it Yn's and Mick's little fort was off.

"She was just a friend. You know I wouldn't cheat-" he came up to the room, looming by the door while Yn gathered the last of her clothes from the closet and sorted her things from the new feminine things in his bathroom.

"Ain't it funny how I brought it up and you told me I was paranoid?" She reminded the day Debby and Mick started following each other and they started to message non-stop. Yn trusted him, but for the first time something seemed different, and when she tried to communicate Mick brushed it off.

When the blonde opened his mouth to retort, Yn cut him off, "Guess you didn't cheat but you're still a traitor, Schumacher. And I hope she breaks your heart the way you broke mine. I hope you broke each other's heart."

Mick took a step back as if her words were a fist swinging on his face, making him lose his balance. It was the first time he saw Yn that hurt, the first time her eyes had so many tears and so much loathing.

Yn threw her things inside the bag without caring to arrange it, just as Debby reached the room. Granted, the girl seemed a bit sad about the whole situation, but it did not wipe out how sad and hurtful it was for Yn.

"When you're sleeping in the bed I made with him, don't you forget about the way he betrayed me, because that was exactly what it was: betrayal. And he'll do the same with you, you can be sure of that," Yn smiled painfully and zipped the bag. "I wish you two a very sad life."

Hours after Yn left Mick was still thinking where does the love go? Does it turn into hate? Does it disappear? Did he make the right choice? Was he a traitor?

And for the first time, his house did not feel like his own. It felt like the home he once shared with Yn, except now it was broken.

― ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Yup I wrote it listening to Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo how'd you guess? lol Don't forget to reblog and comment *mwah* luv y'all!

[findafight]

On the one-sided harringrove post- I feel it becomes infinitely funnier with bi steve. He likes men, just not Billy. Never Billy.

Oh yeah. When Billy fiiiirst comes to school with his music blaring Steve is head over heels for Nancy, so he might register that the guy with the Camaro and loud music has a good ass, but then billy opens his mouth and Steve is like "oh, no ass can make up for that personality." And continues with his life.

Just. Okay I like to project just a liiiiittle on Steve with him just. Not realizing his attraction to men isn't a straight thing. Like. Of course all straight people feel that way, you just kinda ignore it or don't do anything about it. So Steve is half way between being comfortable in his sexuality and being closeted to himself because buddy used Hawkeye Pierce as the blueprint of straightness.

So Billy is out here, wallowing in self hatred and internalized homophobia, hating Steve and wanting Steve and hating that he wants Steve and wishing Steve would pay attention to him enough for a hate fuck he can cry about later, and it's all very angsty. All the while Steve is just actually completely fine with thinking a dude is hot he's just got standards that include "not racist" "doesn't try to beat up kids" "hasn't made me blackout from head trauma"

Wait. Oh no. I feel an au coming on. Shit. Au where post S2 Robin hears piano coming from the band room after hours and is her curious self going "I must see who is this mysterious genius" and it's Steve. They get to talking and hanging out and all of a sudden Robin thinks they are actually good friends. Best friends. Somehow.

Cue them going to a band party together. Someone spikes their drinks with waayyyy more than they were expecting so they are blasted. Robin has to go pee but does not want to go alone so she drags Steve into the bathroom with her and makes him face away. He's like haha Woah you really had to pee. And she goes shut upppp and washes her hands but sits across from him. Steve smiles at her and gives her his speech about how amazing she is and how glad he is to be her friend (it is like March '85 so he is still not ready to get back out into dating yet). Robin tells him about Tammy. They sing. Someone slams the door open and kicks them out of the bathroom because there's a fuckin line.

They lay on the grass outside and look at the sky. Steve like. Caaaaasually mentions once having thought he was gonna marry Tommy when he was six and then realizing you just didn't do anything about those feelings and Robin's gotta shoot up going WHAT!! WHAAAT? Because it sounded like Steve coming out to her? Right after?? She came out to him??

And Steve is like yeah. Like you don't really have to? Easier to ignore it and flirt with girls who I like or think are hot. And poor Robin's brain is melting she's like please Steve I'm really drunk are you telling me you sometimes want to kiss boys? And he's like yes, obviously, everyone does. Just like everyone also wants to sometimes kiss girls. Except lesbians I guess who only want to kiss girls? And gay guys only want to kiss guy? Yeah that makes sense and straight people don't care but go for the opposite ya know?

Robin is like NO!! And calms down some and says "okay I'm telling you this because you are my friend and you just told me almost the same thing. Steve. I like girls and only like girls. That not a straight thing"

"yeah. You've said."

"but I am ninety nine percent positive that just because you like girls doesn't mean you're straight because you also like boys."

"what"

"yeah dude, I do not think this is a heterosexual experience you're describing. I'm not an expert but. Yeah.

"oh. Huh."

"yep."

"I definitely thought it was."

"your brain is so weird I'm still kind of obsessed with you."

"haha. Honestly I'm kind of obsessed with you. This is wild."

"well. At least I know you're stuck with me."

"ohhh nooooo whatever will I do with my best friend always around..."

ANYWAYS THE ACTUAL POINT OF THIS is not in fact the stobin. It's actually that

Sometime probably in may, when Steve is ready to be on the dating scene again, he gets with Eddie. Robin is happy for him but also so mad because he went from "probably shouldn't act gay even tho everyone feels a little gay sometimes" to "hey Robin what would you say if I said I got a boyfriend?" In less than two months. How does he have straight AND gay game. That's not fair.

Steddie getting together is a non event. Eddie is still like ewww sports and yet somehow he made out with Steve Harrington and the next day Steve asked if he wanted to get milkshakes and throw rocks into the quarry to see the splashes. Eddie must restrain himself from thinking it's a date because he knows it's not but it'd also be the perfect date (Eddie is a simple man)

At the end of the night steve kissed his cheek and says "I had a really great time..."

Eddie just blurted "hey do you want to be my boyfriend?"

To which Steve perks up like "yes! I'd like that!"

And Eddie didn't actually think he'd get that far so he was like "neat!! See you tomorrow!" before slamming the door in Steve's face.

So they're dating and Eddie disparages sports but Steve is like haha aw you don't like watching me play? Which is sooo mean to Eddie because obviously?? He likes?? Watching his boyfriend??? Run around in tiny shorts and sometimes shirtless?? He has to reevaluate some things he supposes.

All while this is happening Billy is still on his Greatest Homoerotic Rivals shtick with Steve. Eddie notices and is like to dude...what is with Billy? And Steve just sighs. Says Billy is weird and obsessed with him and glares all the time. It's a whole thing. Billy is pissed because what is Steve, his epic rival, doing hanging around some random band geek, his sister's bitchass friends, and maybe the local dealer.

Alright. Grad happens. Yay Steve! Poor Eddie. They go to some party , hang out with people, sell some drugs, etc. Billy is unfortunately also at this party, and is like. Lazer eyes boring into Steve's back. Very annoying. At some point, he sees Steve slip away and is like this is my chance so he follows him.

Howmever he comes across Steve, his epic and totally heterosexual rival, making out with Eddie the freak Munson.

And listen this is a scary thing to be caught inna town like Hawkins, but that's not the point of this post.

So Billy goes "what the hell?"

They turn around. Billy is still spluttering.

"what are you-why would you-- with him?!" He says.

Steve raises his eyebrows, alllll cocky confidence. He smirks a bit. Drawls. "Well, yeah. I like cock, billy. Just not yours."

Because the point of this post is that Steve is a bitch.

Thank you.

[hellcat8908]

Hi there! It's been a while since I requested because I have been busy with exams and i am completely burnt out and emotionally drained. So i was hoping you could write something for me.

This is how my parents met and i was thinking you could write it based on any bat boy or all 3 if u like. So reader walks in with reports or their a party. And someone removes her hair pin and her hair fall and it's all long beautiful and silky. And literally the whole party stops.

Thank you and have an amazing day! ❤

Hopefully now you get a chance to recharge your emotional battery and destress. Thank you for your request, it was fun to write something outside of my recent angsty mood. I hope you enjoy it.

Let Your Hair Down Poly Batboys x Female Reader

You began working for Rhysand as a secretary of sorts. He was always polite but never gave you a second glance, same with Cassian and Azriel when you did work for them. "You're coming to starfall this year, right?" Mor interrupts your thoughts. "You know I don't do crowds and parties." You tell her. "Come on, you can spend the evening with me. I'll save you from socializing." She teases.

"I don't have anything to wear, and it's tomorrow night." You say as a last ditch effort excuse. "I'll take care of that." She states cheerfully. "Alright, just this once." You relent. "If you'll excuse me, Rhys is expecting these." You say, indicating to the files on your desk. "I'll see you tomorrow night. I'll pick you up after work." She says before carrying on her way.

You gather the files on your desk before making your way towards Rhys's office. You knock on his door before he tells you to enter. He's entertaining a gorgeous woman who you've not seen before. "I'll see you tomorrow night." She tells him before taking her leave. "I have the reports you wanted." You tell him as you hand them over. "Thank you." He says without a second thought. "If you don't need anything else, I'll head home." You tell him. "That's fine. I'll see you tomorrow." He says as Azriel and Cassian walk in. "Have a good night." They tell you before turning their attention to Rhys.

On your way home, you deal with the anxiety that tomorrow night is already giving you. You keep trying to think of the positive things about tomorrow night, but you can only focus on the three unattainable Illyrian's you work with. You cook yourself dinner before relaxing with your book for the night.

The next day makes you anxious and on edge as your brain overthinks everything. You manage to retrieve the three suits for the guys and leave them in their offices. "Mor said you were coming tonight." Cassian says as you hang his suit on the back of his door. "Yeah, she talked me into it." You say nervously. "It's a lot of fun. Hopefully I'll see you there." He says, giving you a soft smile. You know he is just being nice, but you can't help the warmth that spreads throughout you.

You make it through the rest of the day, and before you know it, Mor is taking you to the house of wind. "Come on, you can get ready in my room." She says excitedly. "You're going to look so good." She says as she pulls a garmet bag from her closet for you. She unzips the bag and pulls out a stunning silver beaded dress. "Mor! It's gorgeous, but don't you think it's a little overkill for me?" You ask. "You'll be stunning in it. Just try it on." She says encouragingly.

After you change, you admire yourself in the mirror. You always thought yourself kind of plain, but in this, you looked exquisite. "Now for hair and makeup!" Mor says as she pulls you to the vanity. She expertly curls and pins your lush long hair to perfection, like your mother used to when you were little. With one final look in the mirror, she walks with you to join the party. True to her word, she stays with you, saving you from being the awkward girl in the corner.

You scan the crowd and find Rhys with his date talking to Cassian and Azriel. The three of them look amazing in their suits. Your eyes linger longer than they should before Mor pulls you back to reality, "Are you alright?" She asks with a knowing smile. "Yeah, I could just use a drink." You answer. Before making your way towards the bar. You order a drink and drink it quicker than you should. After returning the empty glass, you join Mor again.

"Come on, let's dance." She says as she drags you to the dance floor. Your drink gives you enough courage to go for it. The two of you start dancing and having fun. You can't help but smile as you let loose for once. As you're dancing with Mor, you don't notice the shadow that's found its way to you. It playfully works its way up your body to the pin holding your hair up. Suddenlyba gentle tug jas your curls cascading down. Even curled your hair is longer than most.

Sudden, it seems like all eyes are on you, including the ones you've been wishing, which would notice you. It's all so overwhelming in the moment as they admire your long, lush hair that perfectly frames your beautiful face. "I'll be back, I need the powder room." You tell more as you make your escape. The party seems to resume in your absence as you quickly make your way inside to regain your composure.

Meanwhile, Cassian, Azriel, and Rhys all stand momentarily stunned as a golden cord snaps between them and you. Rhys's date tries to regain his attention, but he dismisses her without hesitation. He tells her it's best if she finds someone else to spend starfall with. Once she is gone, they each blurt out that you're their mate. "What do you mean yours? She's mine." They argue amongst themselves for a few minutes. "Let's let her settle this." Rhys says as he starts towards the house, his brothers following behind.

You finish regaining your composure and sit in one of the chairs in the living room for a few minutes. Soon, the guys are walking in, causing you to stand up quickly, "sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I just needed a moment." You apologize, afraid you overstepped a boundary. "Not at all. Please make yourself comfortable." Rhys says. "I wanted to apologize for my shadows behavior, sometimes they have a mind of their own and forget their manners." Azriel says. "No harm done. I didn't even notice it at first." You respond with a soft smile.

"I'm sorry to have pulled you away from your date." You tell Rhys. "I'm not." He says with a feline grin, catching you off guard a bit. "I think I should rejoin Mor, if you'll excuse me." You say as you start to walk towards the door. "Y/n, wait. Please." Cassian says as he gently grabs your hand to stop you. "There's something we'd like to talk to you about." He continues. You look between them, "ok." You say cautiously before taking a seat. "Don't worry, it's nothing bad, we promise." Azriel says.

"There's no point in trying to toe around it, so I'm just going to say it. Outside something happened that will change everything if you accept it. The mating bond snapped for me." Rhys says, deciding to lay it all out for you. "And me." Azriel says. "And me as well." Cassian adds. "This isn't funny! What kind of a joke are you playing at?!" You say angrily before you feel the pull and snap of the bonds. Each string leading to one of them. Your body stills, and your eyes go wide. "It's no joke, darling." Rhys says knowing what just happened for you.

"All three of you? But how?" You ask, shocked. "Yes, all three of us." Azriel says softly. "I won't choose between you. I won't be the one to ruin your brotherhood." You say adamantly. "We're not asking you to choose. We don't want to deny each other their true mate. We are willing to share." Rhys says. "How would that work?" You ask. "However, we're comfortable. We've shared in the past, and it's been an enjoyable experience." Cassian answers. "There's no right or wrong. We just have to figure out what's best for all of us." Azriel says.

"We barely know each other." You say. "Spend the rest of the evening with us. We can get to know each other." Cassian says. "What about Mor and Rhys's date?" You question. "I already took care of my date situation. As for Mor, you can tell her the truth, or you can feign not feeling well." Rhys answers. "I can't lie to her." You say surprised he would suggest it. "Alright, so we tell her the truth." Azriel says. "Or we just wait for her to come looking for you." Cassian says with a teasing smile.

"I don't want you to miss the party, though." You say, knowing it's their tradition. "You're more beautiful than any starfall." Azriel says as one of  his shadows lets down your hair again. "You can't help but laugh at its antics while you feel the warmth from the bond fill you. "You should wear your hair down more." Rhys says as he admires you. "Come on, beautiful." Cassian says as he stands and offers you his hand. "Where are we going?" You ask. "A private balcony where you can still see starfall as we get to know each other." Azriel says as he and Rhys follow you and Cassian out.

Once you're on the balcony, you can't help but admire the view as the sounds of the party are distant. "This view is stunning." You say as you overlook Velaris. "Not as stunning as you." Cassian compliments. Rhys hands you a glass of wine as they join you. "What do you think everyone will say when they find out about us?" You ask. "It doesn't matter as long as we're happy." Azriel says. "I still don't know how this will work." You say. "We'll figure it out along the way. Just do what feels natural." Rhys says as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

[sweetsbfreex]

date night

summary: "..I would love to see mafia!steve and reader have a date night and be so suave and flirtatious. Meanwhile Elysia is running rings around the babysitter, and when the couple come back she’s all cute and tucked up"

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"a mafia Steve hc with the “wear whatever u want I can fight”

in the dad!mafia!steve universe

pairings: dad!mafia!steve rogers x wife!reader

warnings: none!

-

“Honey, are you gonna wear the emerald tie?” You shout to Steve from your closet, sitting at your vanity as you put on your necklace. 

“Yeah, you asked me to,” Steve answers, the click of his shoes moving closer, as he adjusted his cufflinks. 

You smile at his cuteness. Not many, if any, could say they had Steve Rogers following their every word. 

When Steve stops at the entrance of your spacious, walk-in closet. He stops at the sight of you. 

You hid what you would wear tonight, the only hint being his tie color. He knows no matter what you wear, you’ll always shine. But this was killer. 

The emerald green dress falls over his wife gracefully. With a decent amount of her cleavage that makes him clench his jaw with need. 

“Look at my gorgeous girl,” he whistles. 

You smile up at him when he’s at your side, his hand out to raise you from your seat. He twirls you once, like a dainty fairy. Then stiffly brings you to him, your back to his chest. 

He moves your hair to the side. Your neck bare to him as he kisses up and down the side of your neck. His plump lips suck and nip at your skin, basking in your shallow breaths and fastened pace. 

“You’re gonna keep me strapped with a fucking hard on, with this little get up.” 

Impatiently, his hands grope at your sides, bunching up the fabric. That is until you stop his hands, turning so you are facing him. 

“You’ll wrinkle the dress,” you tell him, bringing your hands up to cup the sides of his neck. 

His hands fall to the lowest point of your back, fingers grazing the top of your ass. “You expect me to keep my hands to myself while you’re in this?” He scoffs. “Send me the dry cleaning bill” he leans down to kiss you, grinning when he pulls away and you wipe the lip gloss from his lips. 

“Are you sure this is alright?” Your hands run down your dress subconsciously. It was your first date night in a while. You didn’t want anything messing it up. 

“Honey, are you kidding me? You look phenomenal. So ignore whatever contradictions those thoughts of yours are telling you,” he kisses your cheek. 

“Thank you. You look really handsome.” your thumb runs over his bottom lip, gazing your eyes to his. “Your ass looks great too” you reach your other hand to slap it. 

“Woah!” He jumps in jest, chuckling. “Save that for tonight, all right?” he says this with a satisfied smirk. 

You giggle at his joke, bringing his face down for one more kiss. When you pull away, his stare seems intense. 

“Fuck.” He sighs as he gives you a once over, palming your cheeks. “I’m gonna have to fight someone off tonight, aren’t I?

“Shut up,” You laugh, kissing him again and again. “Let’s go before we miss the reservation”

In reality, for a man of Steve’s status, the restaurant would hold the reservation for as long as needed. No matter what, they’d be prepared and ready to service the Rogers’. The hefty tip was an added bonus, always causing disarray between the employees. 

-

Elysia sits next to Giana, the second oldest of the Gotti family. One of the few people you and Steve could trust to watch and protect Elysia if anything were to happen. 

She’s sixteen, and the biggest book lover you’ll ever meet. Her t-shirt compliments her brown skin and she’s all dressed up to babysit, with her curls up and out of her face. 

The two girls are sitting on the living room floor, completing a puzzle. 

“Wow!!” Elysia cheers, running to hug your legs, then Steve’s who lifts her onto his hip. 

“Thank you, honey” you lean to kiss her cheek. 

“You guys look great!” Giana compliments with a smile on her face. 

“Thank you so much, gigi,” you say at the same time Steve says thank you. 

“G, we’ll be back by 11, the latest. The credit card is on the dining room table, if you’re hungry or need anything, feel free to use it. And make sure this bug,” Steve tickles a squirming Elysia’s stomach. “Is in bed by nine, if you can. God forbid anything happens, you know which bookcase right?” 

“I do. All good,” Giana replies. 

“Okay, we’ll see you guys soon. Thank you so much for watching her” You kiss Elysia’s cheek multiple times, before you and Steve are hugging Giana goodbye.

-

PER SE 

The restaurant is dimly lit and the pleasant, soft sound of Louis Armstrong’s La vie en rose adds to the picturesque atmosphere. 

Your hand in hand with Steve as you follow the host to your seat. It’s private, lit with a beautiful chandelier and candle sat in the middle of the table, and pale pink peonies scattered around the table top. 

Your heart skips at the thought. The restaurant wouldn’t do this on their own, you know Steve had requested it. Peonies we’re your favorite. 

Steve pulls out your seat then pushes it in, then he’s sat across from you. One hand rests on the table, asking to hold yours. 

“Good evening, I’m Antonio. May I take your order for drinks, Mr and Mrs Rogers?” 

“You’re best red wine and a Château d'Yquem for the Mrs.” The accent rolls off his tongue gracefully. You love the way his voice goes down a pitch when he speaks another language. 

You pinch your eyes together at your husband. 

“Please,” he adds gravely. You smile at him. 

“Thank you,” you add, smiling up at the man. 

-

AT HOME

“Can I have a cookie, please?” Elysia pops up from her hunched figure over the puzzle. 

“Your mom said no sweets after eight,” Giana replies.

“Please!” She pleads once again, holding onto Giana’s arm. 

“I’m sorry, Lys, but your ma said no.”

“Fine.” Elysia huffs. Then she screams. She screams to her highest pitch relentlessly, hands in fists at her side. 

“Shh,” Giana tries, but to no avail. “Okay! Okay! Just one!” 

“Thank you!” Elysia smiles sweetly, lifting herself off the floor as she skips to the kitchen, awaiting Giana. 

Oh frick. Giana thinks to herself. 

-

PER SE 

“Do you remember when we went roller skating on our third date?” You ask, taking a bite of your mussels. 

“Yeah, but only because you asked to, I would never embarrass myself for a girl that wasn’t you.” Steve answers. “Try this,” he stretches his arms to bring his spoon to your lips. 

You smile at what he said. This man loved you so much and you couldn’t be more grateful. 

Roller skating was your idea, only because you wanted to try something a bit more active. You knew Steve probably wasn’t up for it, but you would never know with how quickly he replied with “Whatever you wanna do, sweetheart, I’m all yours.” 

The both of you busted your asses all night, but you did it together, alone. Steve rented out the place for a few hours, and got the DJ to play your playlist. 

“I really appreciate that, you know,” 

“What?” Steve wonders. 

“How sweet you are to me. You’re always willing to do whatever I wanna do and you’re always there. It's just nice. So thank you”

His eyes soften at your admission, “Honey, it’s my job. You know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” He smiles, before reaching over to kiss you. 

-

AT HOME 

“Do you wanna play hide n seek?” 

“Okay, but this is the last thing we do before bedtime. And it has to be on this floor” 

Elysia is already dressed down in her cream, silk pajama set. All Giana has to do is set her in her bed, read her a bedtime story, and play one of her lullabies. 

“Okay! You count, G. I hide” Elysia orders, tapping her foot as she waits for Giana to turn around and count. 

Once she starts, Elysia goes to the kitchen and quickly ducks into her special hiding spot. 

Giana turns around and quickly realizes how bad of an idea this is. Their house is expansive. There’s an unlimited variety of crooks and crannies that Elysia’s small body could fit through. 

Giana walks through the living room, “Lys? Maybe we should just go to bed.” She couldn’t lie, but she was getting freaked out with eerie silence.

“AHh OMG!” 

When Giana finally walks through the kitchen, she feels something warm touch her ankle. 

A familiar giggle bounces off the walls as Elysia’s head pops out a cupboard, “You scream like mommy!”

“Bedtime, Elysia” Giana huffs.

-

PER SE

Steve sits in his chair with a huff. You squint at the noticeable wrinkle in his shirt, the light perspiration over his hair line, and the redness over his knuckles. 

“What were you doing just now?” your eyebrow raises at the way he gulps down the rest of his cool drink. 

“Some asshole owes me money. Two birds one stone,” he answers.

“Steve,” you chastise.

“I promise this was not a factor in our date spot, the prick just so happened to be here.” Steve shrugs innocently. “I didn’t even hit him, just knocked him around a little.”

“C’mon don’t pout, baby” he leans over, running his thumb over the bottom of your lip. But to no avail.

“Maybe this will lift your mood,” he smiles, placing a small, red bag in front of you. 

You begin to remove the tissue paper, “What would lift my mood is if my husband wouldn’t-- oh my gosh!” you gasp.

Steve sits in his seat smugly, watching your mood lift. 

“How did you even get this?” you question Steve, running your palm over the smooth, black, leather purse. “This isn’t released for another year.”

“C’mon, baby, do you know who I am?” 

Steve doesn’t even attempt to hide the cockiness in his features and in the tone of his voice. Flourishing in the glowing smile on his other half’s face. 

You launch from your seat into Steve’s lap. Your hands thrown over his neck as place kiss after kiss to his scruffy cheek. “I love you, so much,” you kiss Steve again. 

“I love you,” Steve replies, an arm wrapped around your waist as his hand gropes your ass. “Let’s hurry home.”

-

AT HOME

You and Steve are welcomed to a quiet house, except for the low sound of the television in the living room. 

“Hey, G” you greet Giana, “Did everything go well?”

Giana, seated on the couch, looks up from her phone. “Everything was wonderful,” she cheers, standing up.

“I’m glad everything was okay, thank you so much for watching her for us,” you hug her before turning to Steve, “I’m gonna go check on Lis.”

As you walk past him, you brush your hand down his arm. Steve can’t help but stare at your retreating figure. When you're no longer there to keep him entranced, he turns to Giana with a smile on his face. 

“Thank you so much, G. Me and Y/n really needed a night out, I appreciate you and your parents for letting you watch her for a bit.”

“Of course, Mr. Rogers”

There was a beat of silence, “..Now be honest, she was a little demon wasn't she?” 

“The worst!” Giana groans, hands rubbing down her face. “But it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle, She was just in a mischievous mood tonight. But she’s an angel, don't worry.”

Steve laughs at Giana’s response and story of the mis happenings of tonight. Steve wasn’t in this profession for nothing. The strained yet genuine smile in Giana’s face gave her away automatically. 

“For tonight, thank you again.” Steve holds a decent amount of money in his hand towards Giana. A decent amount, but way too much for a kid her age. 

“Oh no Mr Rogers. This a lot”

“It’s nothing. Your father would kill me if I let you come back with a measly $100,” Steve jokes. 

Giana grabs it a bit reluctantly, “Thank you so much,” she smiles.

“It’s nothing, I’ll walk you out.”

-

When Steve hits the top of the stairs, he watches you lean against the doorframe of Elysia's bedroom. He looms over you, cocooning his body into yours as his arms wrap your waist. 

Your hands lay over his, and you giggle when the scruff of his beard can be felt against the hinge of your jaw as he places light kisses there. A sigh of content falls from your lips.

“You have a great night tonight?” Steve asks, voice low. 

You angle your face until you’re looking at him, “The most perfect night.” you respond, placing an easy peck to his lips. 

“I’m glad to hear that,” Steve brings a hand, his palm cups your face as his thumb sits right under your chin. 

-

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[absurdthirst]

The Last Day {Joel Miller x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Secret relationships, fingering, vaginal sex, rougher sex, feeeeeelings, sneaking out.

Comments: The last morning before the world changes.

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“Dad!” You jump, startled from sleep and your eyes widen in horror as you look towards the closed bedroom door. Horror filling you as the doorknob rattles. “You overslept!” 

You hadn’t meant to sleep over. It was supposed to be just a few hours, holding onto the headboard so that it didn’t beat into the wall while Joel’s hips snapped into you. Biting down on your lip or having his hand covering your mouth so you wouldn’t be so loud that his twelve-year-old daughter wouldn’t hear. 

Joel grunts, jerking awake and his hold on your body loosens, twisting away so he can look over his shoulder at the clock on the dresser. “Shit.” 

The footsteps fade away, down the hall and you hear her scrambling down the stairs. “Shit, Joel.” You turn back to him with a horrified - yet amused - expression on your face. “Happy birthday.” You hum, unable to resist leaning in and kissing him softly on his sleepy mouth. 

“God.” He groans, shaking his head and pulling away from you so he can roll over and climb out of bed. “We fell asleep.” 

“I’m sorry.” It’s now infinitely more complicated, trying to get out of the house while Sarah is awake rather than slipping out the front door and out to your car in the early hours of the morning. Your own movements are rushed, reaching for your panties to slip on as you stand up. 

“I wanted you to stay a little longer.” Joel argues slightly, rushing around the room and gathering your clothes to shove at you. It’s not like Sarah knows that he’s seeing someone. A single parent her entire life, he was cautious about bringing someone new into her life. 

“I know- I know, I meant to set an alarm.” It’s a frantic rush of trying to get dressed and stay quiet enough that she doesn’t hear you downstairs. The clanging of pots and pans means that she’s cooking breakfast and you smile at the effort. From what he’s told you, she’s a sweet and sassy girl and the light of her father’s eye. “I’ll go out the window.” 

Joel huffs, rolling his eyes and turning to his closet so he can pull out a clean pair of jeans. Last pair so the day after his birthday will most definitely be laundry day. “You’ll break your fucking neck.” He grumbles, pulling them on and hopping around to get them up over his thighs. “Go out the front door, just- skip the third stair. It creaks.” 

You pause, arching a brow at him. Finding it vastly amusing that a man who works construction, who frames and builds houses for a living, has a creaky stair. 

When he catches your look, he flips you a middle finger. “Fuck off, I’ll fix it.” He grumbles, having no interest in doing it, but he knows he needs to. 

“Third from the top or the bottom?” You ask, wanting to make sure that you don’t make a sound as you sneak out of his house. 

You’re putting on your bra when you ask, watching Joel’s eyes focus on your tits with almost laser sharp focus for a moment until you are done, tits covered. “Huh?” He jolts out of his trance and looks up at your face. “Oh, uh, third from the top.” He shakes his head and reaches for a shirt that had been tossed over the footboard of his bed. 

****

“Do you want to come over?” You smirk when you hear the need in his voice, pitching down the raspy baritone into something low that sinks into your belly and sends a shudder through your entire body. You know why he wants you to come over and the heat that pools in your panties and makes  your clit throb tells you that you want the same. 

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” 

****

It’s silent, the two of you moving upstairs. The quiet giggles stifled as you walk past Sarah’s door and he sends you ahead of him to the bedroom so he can check on his little girl. It’s one of the things that you love about Joel, the way he loves his daughter. 

Giving you enough time so that you are naked and waiting on his bed when he opens the door. 

Joel groans quietly, dark eyes getting even darker as he closes and locks the door behind him. Drinking in the sight of your body as he starts to pull his shirt over his head and toss it across the footboard. He had showered earlier, eager to touch you. 

“Fuck, spread your legs.” He grunts, flicking open the button of his jeans. “Are you wet baby?” 

Humming, you shift to obey him, your hand drifting down to lazily swipe through your folds and you show him the shiny slick on  your fingers. “Just a little.” 

Huffing, he starts to shuffle his jeans down, kicking them off his legs and you smirk at the slightly holey boxer briefs he’s wearing. “Should buy you some new underwear for your birthday.” You tease, biting your lip.

Joel rolls his eyes and slips his boxers down to throw them at you. Grinning when you bat them away and eagerly slides into the bed. “You’ll buy me boxers?” He asks, arching a brow before he leans in to kiss you. “Thought you preferred me naked?” 

“I do.” You love the talk that you manage to squeeze in between kisses. Playful and teasing. Easy, even though you know your heart is starting to get involved. It’s hard not to when he’s such a good man. 

Capturing your hands, he brings them above your head, shuffling to where he is laying on top of you and his hard cock is trapped between your bodies. “Keep them there, baby.” He orders, fingers wrapping yours around the wooden slats of his headboard. “Right there.”

It’s his show, just like it always is. Joel is good about giving you what you need, but it’s how he wants to do it. Kneeling between your thighs and grinning down at you as his fingers start to move over your clit. “What do you want, baby?” He asks, knowing exactly what he is doing as your hips buck up. “Do you want me to lick your pussy? Or fuck you?” 

As talented as he is with his tongue, you’re already worked up. Your clit is already throbbing and your folds soaked with arousal. Making you squirm as you look up at his gloriously disheveled face. Loving and hating the gleam in his eyes and the teasing curve of his lips. 

“Don’t tease me.” You beg, arching into his touch and chasing it when he pulls away with a chuckle. 

“So you want me to fuck you.” Those hands of his, rough and calloused with work rub up your thighs and make you moan. “Hmmm?”

“Joel.” You whine softly, conscious that you can’t be too loud. You can’t wake Sarah up and he uses it against you. “Fucking touch me.” 

“Touch you?” His brow shoots up and he slides his fingers against your clit again before sinking two of them into your cunt and curling them up so fast it steals your breath. Making you give a choked gasp as your body responds. “Like this?” He asks, withdrawing his fingers just as quickly as he pushed them in. 

His wet hand wraps around his cock and he immediately lines up, driving deep into you until the coarse hairs around the base of his cock are teasing your clit. “Or like this?” He grunts. 

“Jo-” You whimper, eyes rolling back and you can’t even say a word at the amazing stretch of his cock inside you. Filling you in ways that you’ve come to discover that only he can. You’re a little bit in love with him even though you can’t say that right now. It’s too soon, maybe. You don’t know. 

“Fuuuuuuck.” He hisses, grinding into you and you watch his eyes slip closed in pleasure. Jaw stretched out and the beautiful muscles under the skin taunt, making you want to bite down on them and make him moan your name. “So good baby, fuck you’re so tight.” 

It’s hard to keep quiet when he moves. The harsh snaps of his hips filling you over and over again. Making your tits bounce and your walls flutter around his cock every time he shoves his cock deep. Your eyes are heavy, watching him over you under your lashes. 

His grunts fill your ears, the sweat from his body dripping down onto you and you swear the entire bed shakes every time he thrusts into you. Joel has a determined edge to his jaw, concentrating on you and the way that his cock feeds into your cunt with slick precision. Stealing your every thought but him right out of your head and making you drunk on the way that he moves inside you. 

Building with every passing second into something harsher, brighter. Making your eyes blur and your body tense on the edge of a beautiful precipice, waiting to fall. 

Leaning down, Joel kisses you roughly. His tongue sliding into your mouth and he groans when you fall. Swallowing the breathless cry of his name as your walls flutter around him, soaking him with the evidence of your pleasure. 

His own groans feeding back into you, hips stuttering as he trembles over you. Filling you once, twice more before he pushes deep and floods you with hot ropes of cum. Eyes closing and he drops down to his elbows before giving you all of his weight to take, covering you like a hot, heavy blanket of man. 

It’s on the tip of your tongue to tell him how you feel, actually opening your mouth and starting to form the words but they don't come out. 

“Stay for a little bit.” He groans hotly into your ear, making your entire body shiver with the pleasure of his low, growly voice and the sentiment behind it. 

“Just for a little bit.” You hum, agreeing with him as your fingers trace over the muscle of his back, sighing softly and enjoying the moment. 

****

Sliding your shoes on, you check to make sure you have everything. You don’t want Sarah to find anything of yours in the bedroom and wonder why it’s in her dad’s room. Turning back to Joel, you notice that his shirt is on inside out and decide not to say anything to him. Grinning as you move close and press another kiss to his lips. 

Joel hums, taking the time to pull you close and let the kiss linger for a moment before he lets you go. “I’ll distract her. Remember the third step.” He reminds you as he strides to the door and quickly opens it, disappearing down the hall. 

You wait until you fear the thump of his feet on the stairs and that tell-tale squeaking before you move. Creeping down the hall and listening to his murmurs conversation with his daughter as you slowly descend the stairs - bypassing the squeaky stair - and out the door silently. 

Once you are out the door, you grin. Rushing towards your car, you pull out your phone and send him a text, going through the hassle of pressing the buttons two dozen times to get the message you want to send. 

Hppy BDay. C U later. 

Later never comes, the world ends instead. 

[honeylations]

- Star Of My Night -

YU JIMIN (KARINA) x FEM!READER

Prompt: Karina gets dragged out to a bar with a few idols for a girls night out. Her night eventually got interesting the moment her eyes landed on a woman with her electric guitar on the stage.

Warnings/Notes: Third person POV, G!P Y/n, guitarist!Y/n, Haze members are all original characters, almost smut near in the end

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Karina was certain that her head was gonna explode as Giselle asked her the same question for the millionth time. “Pleeeeaaassseee go out with us?” She even tried putting on her best puppy eyes.

The blonde girl sighed and and threw her head back on the bed. “Ok fine! Just stop trying to act cute, it doesn’t suit you”

“As long as it gets you to finally come out the house for once” Giselle shrugged before slapping the shorter’s knee. “You always isolate yourself in this dorm! It doesn’t hurt to have at least 2 seconds of human interaction”

Karina sat up with a huge frown. “Doesn’t THIS count as human interaction?” Karina pointed a finger between her and the girl in front of her.

“It doesn’t count because we LIVE TOGETHER YOU IDIOT! I’m talking about some proper human interaction. Like go on a date with an idol or something, like, Le Sserafim’s Yunjin. Didn’t she text you about going out for ramen?”

“Mmm her and I have agreed that we see each other as bestfriends. She’s hot and plays guitar or whatever but we won’t click”

“Oh so your type is a tall hot girl who plays guitar? Noted. Who knows, maybe you’ll see one tonight at the bar”

Karina rolled her eyes. “We’ll see. What time are we heading there?”

Giselle looked at the alarm clock besides Karina’s bed. “Yuqi Unnie said to be there 8pm sharp”

“Yuqi Unnie is coming?! I thought you said it would only be us and the members!” Karina hissed, sending multiple slaps to the other’s arm.

“Stop hitting me! And yes Yuqi and her members are joining us too”

Karina crossed her arms, sending a harsh glare towards her member. “Anyone else coming that I should know about?”

Giselle gulped and looked away while fiddling with her fingers. “And Le Sserafim”

Karina flopped back into her bed again. “Oh my god you might as well invite Blackpink and Itzy while you’re at it!”

“I did but they have a busy schedule..” Giselle mumbled guiltily.

“This is too much human interaction”

“How?! You’re an ENFP for god’s sakes!”

“And ENFP who wants some GODDAMN PEACE!”

Giselle stood up and headed for the opened door. “Complain all you want Rina just be ready by 7:30”

Hearing the door shut and the miracle of silence, the blonde Aespa leader chewed on her lower lip and turned her head to her closet. “I guess I should start preparing an outfit”

———

“For someone who complained a lot a few hours ago, you look hot” Giselle smirked, looking at her leader who was doing small face touch ups at her mirror.

“Of course. Always have to look good” Karina smiled and finished applying her lipstick before standing up.

She wore a short black strapless dress that hugged her body tightly. Her blonde hair was curled to perfection and her makeup completed her seductive look. Even though she wasn’t planning on seducing anyone that night.

“The other two ready?” Karina asked and Giselle nodded, gesturing for them to leave.

After a short cab journey, the 4 members finally arrived in front of the bar that was already filled with people. NingNing thanked and paid the driver before they hopped out and and met G-Idle and Lesserafim just outside the place.

“Hey guys how are you all!?” Yuqi greeted excitedly, hugging and smiling at all the girls.

She led them all inside and managed to score a VIP table that was just next to the stage where instruments were placed. Karina sat in between Shuhua and Chaewon, sipping on the cocktails that Yuqi ordered. The conversation in the table was soon interrupted when 4 unfamiliar faces walked onto the stage but one face caught Karina’s attention.

A tall woman with long black hair and wispy fringe picked up the electric guitar and threw its strap onto her shoulder before adjusting her ear pieces. She was wearing a black fitted shirt, baggy jeans and black Doctor Martens. What completed her overall hot look was the silver chain dangling from her neck and the tattoos all over both arms.

Karina concluded that she had just found her eye candy of the night.

“Good evening everyone!” The person on the mic greeted aloud, erupting cheers from everyone in the bar.

“My name is Choi Eunsook, I am the vocalist and leader of Haze. On drums is Jang Hanna, on bass is Kang Hyunjung, and on guitar is Lee Y/N!”

The cheers got louder and Karina quickly joined in despite her focus remaining on who she now knew as Y/n.

“To begin we’d like to perform one of Y/n’s self written songs called ‘To Be With You’ Hope you enjoy!” Eunsook smiled as Hanna tapped her sticks and the band began to play.

“That guitarist is pretty hot don’t ya think, Rina?” Winter wiggled her eyebrows, letting the whole table hear.

Chaewon gasped and gently shook Karina’s shoulders. “Does someone have a little crush~ She’s super hot Karina, you should totally ask for her number later!”

“Are you insane? She probably has a girlfriend!”

“Mmm don’t think so. She’s looking right at you!” Shuhua gave rapid taps to Karina’s shoulder who turned her head to the guitarist.

And Shuhua was right.

Her eye candy of the night was looking right at her and she didn’t bother looking away even when the Aespa leader had made eye contact. Y/n gave a small smile in which Karina responded with nothing but red cheeks.

“She’s sooooo into you, Rina!” Miyeon laughed.

After a few more original songs and covers, Eunsook drank some water before returning the mic to her lips. “That was our final song everybody, enjoy the rest of your night! We’ll be around”

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom” Karina said despite the loud bar music that started to blast through the entire place.

“Did you want me to come with?” Minnie offered but Karina smiled and shook her head.

“I’ll be okay, don’t worry. Could you order me another cocktail please?”

Minnie nodded as the blonde Aespa member walked away to the back where the toilets were located. It didn’t take long for her to go in and back out, thanking the heavens that the bathroom was decent than most bars. She dried her hands and exited to return to the girls but an unfamiliar man stood in front of her and by the way he looked at Karina made it obvious as to what he wanted.

“Hi angel” He smirked and Karina had never rolled her eyes so hard before.

“Can I help you?”

“My table is nearby and I think my friends would love to meet you”

“No, I’m good. Now if you’ll excuse me-“ Karina’s heart stopped when the man grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer, allowing her to smell the alcohol from his body.

“Don’t be like that, angel. No one likes a party pooper. Come on, have a few drinks with us!”

“P-Please let me go..”

The man inched his nose towards Karina’s hair and took a nice whiff. “You smell so good”

Before he could make another comment, another hand (but much softer) took her other wrist and yanked her away from the man’s grip.

“You have some fucking nerve to be touching my girl like that, Kyle”

Karina’s eyes widened when she realised her saviour was Haze’s guitarist. At this point, she couldn’t tell if her heart was beating like crazy because of the yucky interaction with Kyle or because Y/n went from holding her wrist to holding her hand.

“Oh it’s you Y/n, I was just tryna make a new friend” Kyle laughed and attempted to grab Karina again but Y/n pulled Karina behind her, acting as her shield.

“A new friend for you to use as a fuck toy?”

Kyle laughed again. “I wouldn’t say it like that”

Y/n walked closer so her taller body towered over Kyle, his height just reaching Y/n’s shoulder.

“If I see you harass another person in here, I won’t hesitate to call Shownu and ban you not only from this bar but also every bar or club here. Comprende?”

“Yes ma’am” Kyle sighed and slowly backed away before making his full exit.

Y/n watched him leave and quickly turned to the blonde girl, letting go of her hand to Karina’s dismay. “Hey, are you alright? Did he touch you anywhere?”

“No I’m okay! Just a little startled, that’s all” Karina smiled and Y/n smiled back.

‘Oh my god she’s so hot’ Karina squealed in her mind. “Was that guy your friend or something?” The blonde asked.

“Nah he’s a regular at this bar and is known for being a creep. Gave him enough warnings already, I don’t know why he doesn’t listen. I’ll inform Shownu to keep an eye out on him”

“He doesn’t look like he’s from here”

“He’s an international uni student from Madrid but he doesn’t matter anymore. Are you sure you’re alright?” Y/n asked again.

“Yes I’m okay now thanks to you”

“Wanna talk somewhere that’s not in front of a toilet?” Y/n asked, making the blonde laugh at her question.

“Yes please”

Y/n held her hand again and led her to the VIP seating upstairs where she could still see what’s going on below but she also didn’t have to scream over the music to talk. They sat on the comfy couch and the way Y/n was sitting with her arm over the backrest wasn’t doing Karina’s heart any good.

“I know my name was introduced on stage but I’ll say it again. I’m Lee Y/n” The taller introduced and put her hand out for a handshake.

Karina happily took it. “I’m Yu Jimin or you can call me Karina. May I ask how old you are?

“I’m 26, and you?”

“23”

“Did you like the performance?” Y/n asked.

“I did! The original songs were probably my favourite. Did you write them?”

“Only a few. Want some?” The taller offered as she grabbed an unopened bottle of vodka from underneath the table.

“Sure”

One shot turned into god knows how much more and Karina didn’t realised she was drunk as she was too hypnotised with the way Y/n did anything.

“Do you have a girlfriend, Y/n?” Karina slurred.

Y/n chuckled and brushed her hair back. “I don’t. My band and I practice and move around a lot for performances so I haven’t really gotten any action. How about you Miss Karina? Anyone sweep you off your feet?”

“No. I isolate myself in the dorm too much to even try and go on a date, and like you, it’s not easy getting free time as an idol”

“Yeah. I love your songs and stuff though”

“Oh you listen to Aespa?”

“I don’t live under a rock, Karina” Y/n laughed and Karina wanted to hear it again and again.

“Are you interested in anyone right now, Y/n?” Karina decided to boldly ask, the alcohol buzzing through her body as she scooted closer to the guitarist’s body where her arm was still attractively placed on the backrest.

Y/n’s eyes moved to focus on Karina’s soft lips, her body heating up at the close proximity. “Hmmm…Just one” The black haired girl replied with a toothy grin.

“Yeah? And who would that be?” Karina inched her lips closer to the point it was just above Y/n’s.

“Karina, you’re drunk” Y/n whispered, trying her best not to take the idol right there.

“I know, bust don’t you wanna kiss me? I couldn’t take my eyes off you the moment you went on that stage looking so fucking hot” Karina licked her lips and gently cupped Y/n’s face, brushing her thumb over the taller’s lower lip. “And I’m not leaving until I get a taste”

“Fuck” Y/n groaned and allowed Karina to finally connect their lips, moaning at the softness.

The guitarist grabbed onto the smaller’s hips and moved her to her lap without breaking the kiss. Karina’s hands roamed from Y/n’s strong shoulders down to her tattooed arms, her hips slowly grinding on her lap, eliciting another groan from the older.

“You’re driving me crazy, Karina” Y/n panted and moved her lips to Karina’s jaw, her soft kisses turning into sucking.

Karina moaned without stopping her hips and she started to feel something poke underneath. “Y-Y/n…Y/n what’s that?”

The older pulled away, admiring the purple spot she made on her neck. “Sorry I should’ve told you about it earlier. We can stop if you want”

Karina shook her head. “No I don’t wanna stop, please don’t stop”

“Alright, angel”

The blonde remembered how disgusting it sounded coming from Kyle but to hear it from Y/n just sounded so much better…and so damn right.

“Is it a strap? Or…”

“Why don’t you find out?” Y/n smirked up before smashing their lips again.

Karina felt dizzy. Dizzy but super horny and all that mattered to her was that she managed to pull her eye candy of the night. Her hand slowly moved lower to rub at Y/n’s crotch, the bulge getting impossibly harder.

“You’re so perfect, angel”

All of a sudden, Karina’s phone started ringing. She chose to ignore it at first, continuing her kisses on Y/n’s neck but the ringing would not stop. She groaned, pressing her forehead to Y/n’s shoulder before grabbing the cockblocking device on the table.

“What?!” She yelled over the phone.

“Girl where the hell are you?! We’re all worried!” Giselle yelled back.

“Sorry I got…sidetracked” Karina smiled at the smirking woman below her.

“Well we’re leaving now so you better get your ass here!” Giselle then hung up.

Karina sighed. “I have to go…”

“That’s okay, my members would be worried if I disappeared like that too”

The smaller girl got off the taller’s lap and got her purse along with her phone. “Um are you gonna be okay with…that?” Karina shyly pointed at Y/n’s hard on.

“Yeah I can deal with it later. I’d love to escort you down but I don’t want you friends seeing me like this” The guitarist chuckled.

Karina stepped closer and gently stroked the bulge like earlier before planting one more intoxicating kiss to the older’s lips. “I’ve put my number in your pocket. Text me when you’re free”

“Yes ma’am”

The Aespa leader winked and made her way downstairs where the rest of the girls were, ignoring the way they all were screaming about their worries for the blonde’s sudden disappearance.

Karina was now frustrated.

Frustrated because she was getting lectured but also frustrated because she didn’t get that good dick tonight.

A/N: Part two coming soon!

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Verbier and Sex Workers

aka the Twinks? Bears? Asians? Latinos? line is not cute (says I)

One thing I love so much about this fandom is that we can all watch the same show on repeat, and still have completely different and equally valid interpretations of canon.

Case in point my recent fic about Erik’s death not being an accident. I never for a single second considered that, and I am still firmly team Erik likes being Crown Prince and is a bit of a fuckboy, but then I saw and eyeopening post here on Tumblr and rewatched the scenes and now I can see where they’re coming from even if I don’t agree? And that is great.

Something similar happened after I posted my most recent chapter of As Long as We Have Each Other (yes it’s back!) featuring jealous!Simon and talks of Verbier, after which quite a few lovely, lovely commenters pointed out that they never considered my interpretation of the Verbier talk before, and so I thought I might share a bit more about it here for those interested.

Anyway, in the show the scene starts with Wille asking Nils about dating advice, to which Nils replies that Wille is overthinking things followed by an invitation to come to Verbier with him where he'll throw some great parties.

So well so good.

Then however comes the (in)famous What are you into? Twinks? Bears? Asians? Latinos? line and a reassurance that they'll be discreet.

That's not Nils asking Wille if he should try and hook him up with one of his twink, bear, Asian or Latino friends so that he can date one of them instead.

That's him telling Wille that no matter what he's into, it can be arranged, without bringing up some hardcore stuff which might scare him away.

Nils doesn't actually think Wille might be into bears, he's just being, hey, you want a twinky Latino? You can get that in Switzerland, but also any other type of guy you might desire and they'll do whatever you want without causing problems or a scandal.

Sure Nils is going to invite other wealthy, closeted friends around his age to hang out and bond with, not unlike a secret club. In fact he very much wants Wille to start hanging with someone that's his league, but they aren't going to hook up with each other, nor would they be looking for a relationship or love, as that would only complicate things, hence Nils going all You're thinking too much. Stop making it difficult. when Wille brings up serious relationships.

something something sexualizing queer relationships something something internalized homophobia

I do think he wants Wille to be as happy as can be and means well, but he also can't see any of them breaking the status quo. His advice is settle down with a suitable girl if you really must, and bang prostitutes abroad who've signed an NDA and know better than to ever blab to satisfy your sexual needs. That's how it's always been done and that's how it'll always be, and anything else will only cause problems.

Also hiring sex workers in Switzerland is very easy and uncomplicated, be it at a brothel, as an escort or for a private party, the only hindrance being cost, but it's not like that's a factor here.

But Wille is sixteen!

Well yeah, but they'd be going to Switzerland, where the age of consent is sixteen. (So in fact was the age of prostitution until about ten years ago, but they thankfully raised that to eighteen, and while there was talk of raising the age for hiring sex workers a few years ago, as far as I know nothing much ever came of it.)

So yeah, Nils wouldn't be doing anything illegal if he invited a sixteen year old to one of his sex parties in Verbier and let him get drunk as long as Wille stuck to beer or wine or something similar because the drinking age is sixteen as well (18 for harder stuff).

I don't blame anyone who wants to see their talk differently, but I don't think I'll ever be able to see it as anything other than sad (for Nils) and horrifying (for Wille being presented this as his only reasonable future).

Especially if you watch Wilhelm's expression there at the end?

Wille knows exactly what Nils is talking about.

He knows there'll be sex workers present if he goes to Verbier with Nils without Nils having to state that explicitly, because in their circles men having their sexual needs seen to by sex workers and mistresses is something that's always been the norm, no matter the nature of said needs, as long as they do so discretely.

Wille doesn't want that, he wants love and he wants Simon, but he also craves physical touch and intimacy, and if sex workers in Verbier are the only option? Well ... it's something he can consider if he wants to.

I'm not saying he would have gone. I'm pretty much undecided when it comes to that, or at least to him going that particular year, who knows about the future had he not gotten back together with Simon, I'm just saying he understood what was on offer and didn't immediately vehemently say no.

(he said I don't think Mom would be very pleased if it got out)

(Source: my grandmother is Swiss and I still have lots of relatives there I visit regularly, including a cousin who worked in a hotel in Davos for well over a decade and who was there for all the drama that ensued when 16yo sex workers were suddenly no longer legal bleurgh, also like, the news etc)

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We're back with some Boarding School AU. It's Cele/Bezz, but since it's from Cele's perspective he's also doing his own weird girl thing. It's technically fluff. Probably the longest thing I have written in this au. Enjoy! (Asks open, come and talk to me about it):

Cele got back to his dorm after the evening practice feeling like he could sleep for an eternity. He had mostly cooled off on his walk back from the field but still decided to take a quick shower. He was desperately hoping to squeeze in a quick nap before dinner. When he got to the showers he was surprised to see a throng of boys clamouring for the same 10 little cubicles at this odd hour. It took him a moment before he realised, it was the evening of the term's first Social.

Once or twice a term they let girls from the nearby sister school come over for an evening. Drab dance music would blare on the auditorium speakers with the playlist being strictly monitored by the most geriatric of teachers to ensure nary a spot of fun could be had. They would serve slop for dinner that was marginally better than the daily routine. Of course the whole point of the affair for everyone was to dodge the prying eyes of teachers, try and gain the attention of the girls, maybe have some real fun.

Luca had once jokingly told Cele that he thought they called it Socials because the boys were in desperate need of Socialization. Atleast Cele thought Luca was joking, given that he never stopped wearing his deadpan expression. At this moment though, looking the boys in the queue for the showers, Cele couldn't help but agree, the attempt at socialization was working. Some of these boys were in dire need of a good scrub and a strong deodrant.

Cele absent mindedly wondered, what it was like for the girls. All that preening for an evening, to watch boys make a fool of themselves.

When he got under the shower he was greeted by a dying supply of hot water, only 5 minutes or so before it ran out completely. He thought about his friends and how they were around girls. Franky had a girlfriend back home, they had been together a while. Mig too, though Cele wondered what his girlfriend thought of his antics. Pecco had one till last year, and he was painfully severe when the thing ended. Luca was purposely not dating, even though he easily could date any girl, because he wanted the nationals trophy and to maintain his perfect grades. And what about Bezz, the thought popped up in Cele's head, making his spine tingle in a way which had nothing to do with the rapidly cooling water. Bezz was good with girls. Bezz was good. Never made a fool out of himself and always made the girls laugh and always said the right things to them. Even the prettiest girls wanted to talk to Bezz.

Cele shut off the water and took a moment before drying himself off. Back in the dorm Cele's senses were assaulted with the potent smell of axe deodrant that the boys were attempting to soak themselves with. Cele fished out the nice clean hoodie from the back of his closet for the evening, a gift from his cousin. He thought he looked put together, and that will have to do. 

He spotted Pecco when he stepped outside and went over to talk to him. Pecco was in the middle of something, probably some last minute prefectorial duty handed to him.

"Want to help me take these fruit cups to the gymnasium?" Pecco asked when he spotted Cele, a small, fond smile appearing on his face almost immediately. 

"They got you doing that now Mr Headboy?" Cele asked playfully with the express aim of bothering Pecco.

"The mess staff asked for help okay, someone has to be nice to them so they let you buffoons tear through all the chicken at lunch"

"Right right fine. I'll help you."

Cele and Pecco moved in unison, carrying the boxes, only losing their balance once.

"Does your ankle feel better now?" Pecco asked, his eyebrows were raised, like they got when he was focusing on something.

"Yes. Much better. Doesn't hurt unless I twist it too much"

"Great then don't twist it too much. It's been two weeks right?"

"Mhmm" Cele nodded. The boxes were heavy, his arms felt a little sore.

"Who takes Biology for you? Mr. Romano?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I think he's siphoning money from the school."

"You think so?"

"I was in his lab, I needed somewhere quiet, he'd left his papers on the table. He's inflating the price of the equipment. Probably pocketing the difference along with some vendor."

"Honestly I don't think he wants to teach, the boys are marginally more excited to be in class than he is. How many more of these do we have to take to the mess, my arms are about to fall off." Cele whined to Pecco.

"One more trip to the mess, that's all, I promise" Pecco spoke in a reassuring tone. The one Cele was very aware of, because Pecco broke it out so often to deal with a hundred different issues in a day with countless people.

"Will you spend the entire evening chaperoning girls?" Cele asked.

"Nah not really. I'll escort them in and out but that's all. I haven't been asked to do too much this time, the teachers aren't roving mad this time" Pecco seemed relieved.

They finally delivered all the boxes and Pecco got called by someone. He left after affectionately ruffling Cele's hair.

Cele walked back to the boys residence and climbed up the staircase to go to Bezz and Luca's room. Bezz was sitting on his bed with his back to the headboard. He was dressed in some hoodie and he was wearing his nice shoes, the one's Cele knew he was very fond of. Luca greeted Cele with a quick nod, he was peering in his wardrobe and speaking to Bezz. By the sound of it, they were discussing basketball. Cele gently nudged Bezz and Bezz scooted to make space for Cele to sit.

"What's up" Bezz asked Cele, the length of his body was pressed up against Cele and he could feel it's warmth.

"I was helping Pecco" Cele replied.

"With?"

"We needed to take some things up to the mess"

"It's good he does the hardwork of keeping up appearances with the mess folks, ensures that the team gets to eat properly" Luca added.

"Mhmm" Cele agreed.

"He's a sweetheart" Bezz says in an exaggerated manner to make them laugh and Luca just rolls his eyes at him. 

"Should we go?" Cele asked.

"We've planned a little detour" Bezz told Cele with a michevious edge to his voice. 

"There's no we, you planned it I'm just coming along" Luca clarified firmly. He had finished dressing up.

"You can say that all you want but if we get caught the punishment is the same" Bezz retorted, his voice sounded like he was having fun with annoying Luca.

"You better hope we don't get caught, for your sake. I'll whack you before they can present us before the disciplinary committee" Luca said while putting on his shoes. Cele liked that Luca looked good in his clothes without much effort. Neat and put together without thinking too much. 

"What are you planning to do?" Cele looked at Bezz and asked.

"Nothing, just a little fun. Exchanging some goods with some girls" Bezz replied non chalantly. 

"How did you manage to sneak in alcohol?" Cele asked. He wasn't exactly surprised, Bezz was good at these things, but this was still quite something.

"You talk like it's difficult" Bezz said as he got up.

They walked downstairs and saw the warden on the porch, Luca nodded to Bezz and went over and engaged him in polite conversation. Bezz hooked his arm with Cele and dragged him ahead. They quickly scuttled to the woods and slowed down a little to navigate in the dimming sunlight.

Cele asked Bezz what was going on and Bezz showed him a small bottle of some cheap whiskey in his hoodie pocket. 

They moved over to a clearing that has a little light. Bezz told Cele they would have to wait for a bit, he found some place and sat down. Cele was still standing and looking around but Bezz reached up and gently took Cele's hand and tugged it down, beckoning him. Cele sat down with a bit of an audible huff and Bezz laughed and smacked his back. Cele relished the feeling of Bezz's hand on his back, he wanted it to stay there longer. 

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this, promise it won't be long." Bezz said, and nuzzled his face in Cele shoulder.

"No that's fine Marco, I'm just hungry. Do you reckon they will have something decent to eat today?"

"Same old same old. I did see them wheeling in pastries though, so you can cheer up" Bezz said while locking arms with Cele.

"They do?!" Cele brightened up.

"Yeah, your favourite." Bezz gave out an affectionate laugh and leaned into him a little more.

"Yeah, wish I could have more than one though" Cele muttered with some wistfulness. 

Before they could continue to talk about the highly regulated sugar ration at the school they heard some footsteps.

Luca appeared with two girls in tow. The girls looked alert, eyes that darted around, dressed in pretty skirts, some sort of glittery powder on their eyelids that gave Cele the appearance of beautiful bugs. Luca was making conversation with one girl.

Bezz got up and helped Cele on his feet.

"Right, you have it?" Bezz asked the girl who was quiet.

"Do you have it?" She retorted, her voice an attempt to remain confident in an unfamiliar situation.

"Yeah of course" Bezz pulled out the bottle of whiskey and gave it to the girl. She reached into her bag and pulled out a ziploc bag with 3 joints in it and gave it to Bezz who inspected them for a second. She looked over at her friend who bent down and took out a few small bottles of coca cola from her bag. The other girl kept excitedly talking to Luca through the process, seemed to be about their physics syllabus but Cele couldn't tell very well. They got to work unscrewing the bottles, pouring out some of it into a cup and dividing the alcohol between the small bottles. They rescrewed the caps back on tight to make it look harmless and innocent in case they were caught roaming around. 

Bezz meanwhile had lit a joint. He took one drag and offered some to Cele. Cele took one puff and immediately burst into a coughing fit. Luca and Bezz quickly rubbed his back and plied him with some coke borrowed from the girls to make sure he didn't draw anymore attention to him. 

The girls left with Luca who Cele supposed was showing them the way around and they decided to head out too. Bezz carefully extinguished the joint he was smoking and placed it back in the Ziploc baggy. 

Once they were out of the woods and close to the auditorium, Cele could hear the thrum of the music. Some regular old pop stuff. Bezz told him he will be back soon, he just needed to go back and hide the joints. 

Cele nodded, he could hear his stomach growling. He was famished. Before he could make it to the auditorium, he heard someone call out his name. It was Andrea from the other house.

"Vietti, what are you doing" he enquired demandingly.

"Uh nothing" Cele could sense danger.

"I need you to do me in a favour" Andrea said in a voice that very much lacked the courtesy required to ask for a favour.

"I need you in front of the room B-207 in 5 minutes" Andrea practically barked.

"Why"

"Don't ask too many questions man it's just a thing"

"Right right. I'll go." Cele said in a resigned voice.

There wasn't much use to protest. The older boys broke in the younger ones by getting them to do petty labour for them. 

Cele found his way into the other boys residence. He located the room, which was locked. Cele paced around waiting for the Andrea, who showed up a while later with a girl. Andrea gave him explicit instructions to alert him in case he heard anyone come in. Andrea also threw in a threat to beat Cele up if he tried to listen, which Cele didn't need, he had no interest in listening to anything. He sat at the door and began his watch. Cele wished he had carried a book with him, or atleast ate something before he was made to do this because his somach couldn't stop making noises.

A long time passed before Andrea and his girlfriend emerged from the room, and Andrea immediately instructed him to make sure the path is clear. By the time Cele finally got out the evening was already dying out. There were still some people dancing. He noticed some of the girls had those little bottles they were taking innocent seeming sips from. The food was almost gone, the pastries were definitely all gone. All that was left were the sandwiches that nobody wanted to eat. Cele still took one and nibbled on it sadly, he hoped he could trick his mind into thinking of it as tastier somehow.

The girls were about to get rounded up and taken back so Cele comes back to his residence. He skipped the dorms and jumped out from a window to squeeze himself on the tiny balcony that nobody visited. There was a small corner he tucked himself into that didn't get much draft. He liked to sit there when he wanted to be alone and look at the thicket of poplar trees in the distance. He felt sad, and cold, and hungry. He was there for twenty minutes or so, contemplating leaving and going to sleep hungry when Bezz jumped in through the window.

"What are you doing here" Cele asked, surprised.

"I was looking for you" Bezz replied with a smile.

"How did you know I would be here?"

"I know you come here sometimes, you said it's a good place to hide" Bezz responded innocently.

"You remembered" Cele was overwhelmed.

"Yeah" Bezz says with a slow smile.

"Sit down, come"

Bezz sat next to him, the balcony was small and it pushed them together. Cele was glad for the warmth Bezz's form next to him provided. 

"Andrea kept you for long?" Bezz asked.

Cele noded.

"Didn't eat?"

Cele shakes his head.

"Well lucky for you...." Bezz said with a bit of a flourish and produced a box and handed it to Cele. 

Inside it were two frosted pastries.

Cele lit up and immediately took dug in. When he looked up Bezz had a self satisfied grin watching him eat. He made his way through some of it and kept the rest away. Cele looked up at Bezz to say thank you and Bezz wordlessly used his hoodie sleeve to wipe away a smidgen of cream at the corner of his mouth, holding his face gently in the process.

"Did you like the it?" Bezz asked with genuine childlike anticipation in his voice.

Cele responded with a yes and Bezz kissed his temple quickly, and linked their arms together.

Cele settled down and rested his head on Bezz's shoulder thinking about how he could stay here maybe a bit longer. 

[randomjreader]

Thank you @azfellco for explaining to me the situation

Honestly, if you want my opinion? I think this whole thing is so stupid, because how is it that after all these months Kit STILL has queerbaiting allegations??

First of all, STOP. ASSUMING. KIT'S (OR ANYONE'S). SEXUALITY. PLEASE. How many more times must the poor guy say that he's comfortable with his own sexuality and just doesn't want to disclose it to the public for personal reasons for people to LEAVE HIM ALONE. Like my god, how can someone watch a show like heartstopper then immediately start contributing to this toxic culture of forcing people out of the closet for your own selfish reasons? There's literally a whole storyline of how badly affected Charlie Spring was after being outed, but that CLEARLY flew over their heads for some reason. It's ridiculous. We're not his friends. We're not his family. We. Are. Just. Fans. We are entitled to ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about his personal life.

Secondly, if for all those who are just so insistent that Kit just HAS to be straight because he held hands with someone of the opposite sex, and therefore should not be playing a queer character, do you even hear yourselves? I've already spoken in depth about my views on straight actors playing queer characters, my general message being that I think it's completely fine so long as they have been handling it respectfully and giving the community the respect it deserves, something I believe Kit has done wonderfully. But more than that, what's up with this weird assumption that someone is definitely heterosexual if they are in a heterosexual relationship??? There is more to sexuality than gay or straight. Take Maia for example. She is openly part of the LGBTQ community, so are y'all going to tell her she's straight and has been lying the whole time, simply because of that few second clip? I DIDN'T THINK SO. This is literally just promoting bi erasure, pan erasure, erasure of any sexuality that isn't simply attracted to the same sex (AND ON BISEXUAL VISIBILITY MONTH TOO???). Once again, how did you watch heartstopper, hear nick nelson say "I still like girls, but I like boys too." AND THEN GO AND DO THIS. I'm convinced some of these people just didn't watch the show and became fans through tiktok edits or something.

Finally, say that they are dating. So what? How does Kit and Maia's personal relationship affect Kit's job as an actor in heartstopper in any way shape or form? Were these people expecting Joe and Kit to get married or something? Or for neither of them to be in relationships with other people ever? I know that they're both the perfect portrayals of Nick and Charlie, but at the end of the day THESE ARE CHARACTERS THAT THEY ARE PLAYING. None of the relationships in shows or movies, romantic especially, need to be translated to real life for us to enjoy the work. If you're that type of person, then by that logic Kit and Maia are technically bringing on screen romance off screen, since they're starring in ACGGTTAT together. Seriously, you can't expect actors to bring every single romantic relationship they portray on screen into real life, that's entirely unrealistic. Also, while I understand the curiosity behind our faves' relationship statuses, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't guilty of that, at the end of the day it's really none of our business (going back to the point of how we are just fans and are owed nothing by public figures). If they're dating, that's great, I'm happy for them. If they're not? Also cool, we love to see a wholesome friendship. Speculate if you must, but don't go digging around the internet for evidence or god forbid, start harassing Kit or Maia about this. Just keep your theories to yourself or at most talk about it casually in a little chat with friends or something. Let's not blow this up into a huge thing and just let them be yeah?

So that's my two cents on this whole situation. Dating or not, I can't wait to see them both in ACGGTTAT, and ofc, I can't wait for season 2 of heartstopper <3

[idsfantasy]

Okay so, head up, I think your videos are cool and I respect the effort and work you put into theories. I also understand not every theory is going to be actually reflective of views, instead following different roads of logic to see what seems the most likely.

But the big reason why I think robot people being in the games is such a reviled concept by so many people, is that it feels like a lame twist that doesn't really accomplish anything and doesn't really go anywhere. And part of that is the source material it comes from. (Warning: long and emotive analysis incoming)

In the actual Fourth Closet book Charlie being a robot isn't handled well. She's written as a mostly normal human person with internal emotions, struggles, and thoughts only to be completely discarded because she's "not real". As soon as it's revealed, she immediately kills herself and Elizabeth with no narrative buildup, and the only possible resolution is a cliffhanger ending that is never fully explained and left up to speculation. We don't really feel the weight of this on anyone, except possibly John, who never discusses it with anyone and never actually ponders what that might mean beyond feeling bummed the girl he wanted to date is dead and also not human. It also gives Circus Baby a very needlessly convulted backstory for the sole purpose of having her run around in a humanoid form and double down on the henchwoman characterization introduced in FFPS.

It doesn't even really explain much beyond a few strange lines and wonky plot threads, it's a thing that happens and despite Charlie being a protagonist she doesn't really get to react to this.

Sammy is completely dismissed as a concept despite it being such a big deal in TSE and TTO and the whole point of Charlie's arc of acceptance and grief. And we get one line saying he's actually alive... and living with the mother Charlie herself mentions talking to in the past. It's a mess.

The only character who is made more intresting and given more weight by this reveal is Henry. Because it changes perception from "flawed man struggling with mental health but ultimately a very loving to father" to "all the above but also with those flaws much more prevalent and damaging". It's fascinating because what he does is incredibly messed up on so many levels, yet entirely understandable. Henry in the novels is a straight up antagonist, not a villian, and not actively malicious, but someone very poorly coping and causing harm by proxy. And that's reflective of a lot of people who are understandably struggling and need support, but at the same time refuse help and find themselves sinking deeper while their loved ones feel helpless. It's deeply tragic, and leaves Henry being a much more nuanced character, mainly because of the fact Charlie doesn't know quite how to feel about him. When she's still allowed to have thoughts, at least.

The whole point of the Charliebots is that grief and loss can make vulnerable people susceptible to delusion, and how that effects the children around them. Both the Charlie-bot and Circus Baby are shaped around trying to conform to a grieving parent who wants them to fill a role that at a certain point, they simply can't. The moment Charliebot stopped living past the age of three, she simply wasn't reflective of that real little girl anymore. She was someone new, based on the hopes and dreams her family had for her. The Charliebots are so so intricately linked to this theme, that I really feel removing the idea of androids from it is kinda insulting to the whole premise.

William blatantly says he couldn't build robots like that, Circus Baby is build upon a failed experiment her modified for his own use, even the Twisteds were implied to be a joint effort. He also simply didn't see his kids in the same way, I truly don't believe he would drive himself to that same point of delusion for kids he just doesn't love.

I've seen some fanauthors right really compelling narratives around these ideas, but they simply aren't in the actual texts. To approach something purely logistically is to deny to narrative and emotional potential of it.

Yes, it's 100% possible. I don't doubt Scott might try to do it. But that doesn't make it impactful. So if he doesn't want to engage with the premise outright, and doesn't say it outloud, then why should I care either? If he's not going to committ to the idea and explore it, then neither am I.

Glad you generally like my videos! And I understand that perspective, but I disagree. Honestly, I think robot people works great thematically for the modern era.

Ithink part of the interest with Charlie being a robot is that she's a robot, but she IS alive. She's not the original Charlie, but because of Henry's emotions she has her own soul.

With William, his goal iirc wasn't to create a human *looking* robot. His goal was to find a way to create that same spark of life that Henry did, but he wasn't able to. Elizabeth was the closest but she's still an actual human soul inside a robot.

When I suggest that robot people are present in the modern games, I don't think they were made out of love, and I don't think they have that artificial soul that Charlie in the books had, hence the connections to CC and Elizabeth. Heck, we know for a fact that there are robot people present in Tales, so why would that be impossible in the games? The issue wasn't making a human looking robot, it was giving said robots life.

Just because we can't see the end goal at the moment doesn't mean there isn't one. Additionally, assuming Scott isn't going to engage with the premise or saying it out loud is probably something to steer clear of. After all, the main evidence I use for Gregbot isn't the weird vision or him looking like the Crying Child, but the wall code in the Sister Location room that describes Gregory in SB to a T while also saying "I built the breath they hunt drawn to life not real still keen" etc. That seems pretty "out loud" to me given the obscurity of most things in these games tbh.

So I do think Scott has committed to the idea. That's why there are 3 robot people in Tales. That's why there are 2 Vanessas. That's why there's the wall code in SB. To me, it seems as though the themes of Help Wanted and onward are highlighting where the line is drawn between the real and the artificial, the virtual and genuine. And imo, having characters who blur the line between the mechanical world and the real and the spiritual adds pretty well to that whole theme. We just haven't seen everything play out yet since we're only partway through the arc.

I understand if you disagree, but I think writing it off as something to consider would be the wrong move personally. Hope you have a nice day :D

[p-taryn-dactyl]

july

a/n: hey everyone! i was listening to this song the other day and i just really wanted to write a fic around it! this is based around july by noah cyrus

word count: 678

warning(s): angst - emotionally abusive relationship(?) (ok why are Nat fics so angsty? imma write a fluff piece afterwards for her to balance it out)

You sat with your knees pulled close to your chest, silent tears streaming down your face. You held your breath, your mind a mantra of numbers. 

    1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10

Natasha’s words rang through your head, each repeated syllable caused another wave of panic and nausea to overcome you. 

Why do you have to be a burden all the time, Y/N. God, my job is hard enough without your nagging.

You tried to keep the sobs contained in your chest as you rocked back and forth on the bed, Natasha’s side unused and cold. She was probably at the bar, you thought, that’s where she always went after an argument. She would stumble back in around 3am, breath smelling of beer and some other girls perfume.

But you never said anything. You didn’t want to annoy her anymore than you already did.

You didn’t want to loose her completely. She still came home to you, didn’t she? That had to mean something.

It wasn’t a secret that you were afraid of change. You guessed thats why your relationship with Natasha stayed the same, never changing from the nights of eating dinner alone, sitting still while Natasha yelled at you, waiting for her to come home reeking of alcohol and infidelity.

You wished she would just tell you to leave, kick you out. You wished you would come home one day to her shoving your things in suitcases, forcing you out of your shared apartment. That would allow you to leave, allow her to find someone that she wouldn’t fall out of love with, someone who wouldn’t bother her with mundane questions of whether or not she was okay, how the mission went. Find someone who loved her better than you did.

Natasha reminded you everyday of how she could find someone better, that your relationship, your love, wasn’t enough for her. She reminded you everyday that you weren’t enough, yet you still stayed with her.

You don’t know when your relationship went south. You look back on the romantic dates and forehead kisses like one does on a fading memory.

You don’t know what you did to make her fall out of love.

It felt like a lifetime since you were happy. Like centuries had passed since Natasha last smiled at you with love shining in her eyes. You knew everyone had to make mistakes in life and surely you had done a lot of things wrong. Loving Natasha was one of them. Falling in love with her had to be one of the biggest mistakes of your life. Because now, she was no longer in love with you and you can’t move on. You felt like you were dying inside with each passing day filled with dreading every second.

You heard the front door open, Natasha’s drunken footsteps echoing through the halls. She stumbled a few times, bumping into the walls. When she opened the bedroom door, all she did was stare at you blankly. You avoided her gaze, not wanting her to see the tears in your eyes and staining your cheeks. Instead, you looked at your closet, where your suitcase was stored. Maybe today she would kick you out, tell you to leave. Maybe today she would set you free from the prison you trapped yourself in.

“Why are you still awake?” Her cold voice cut through the silence as she slurred her words. You maneuvered yourself under the covers of the bed, pulling the blanket up to your chin. You shrugged in response to her question. Natasha scoffed.

“Really? No answer?”

You sniffed, wiping away stray tears as you once again shrugged in response. Natasha shook her head as she changed into her pajamas, coming to sit next to you in bed. Her eyes bore into you as she took in your shaking form, you had obviously been crying. While guilt blended through her system, you braced yourself for the words she had spoken to you every night.

After all, she reminded you everyday you weren’t enough but you still stayed.

Why would tonight be any different?

a/n: no matter how excited i was to write this, i feel like i butchered it. But thank you for reading! I hope this wasn’t as bad as i think it is.

[cb97breathing]

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Chapter Three: She’s Right There.

Pairing: Bang Chan x OC

Word Count: 1.1 K

General Synopsis: Josephine ran away from New York to South Korea to escape the hell she was living in. She decided she would stay there for only a little while before finally disappearing completely and being at peace. But her plans get interrupted when a group of 8 men enter her world and she starts being shown the love and kindness she's needing all her life? Especially from the oldest of the group. Will she continue with her plan? Or will she open up her heart and let them save her. Falling in love was never part of plan. Not when she was ready to end it all.

General Warnings: story contains mentions of suicide, abuse & sexual assault, cursing, mentions of abuse, verbal and physical abuse, weight shaming,  trauma

“You’re not gonna believe this.” Han said after Chan answered the phone. Chris sat up in his bed and asked for his friend to continue. “That girl you kept staring at on the plane like a love struck fool. The one who dropped the necklace? She’s moving into the apartment next to yours.” He continued. Chan shot up from where he was sitting and almost dropped his phone. There’s no way. He thought to himself. 

“A-Are you sure it’s the same girl from earlier?” Chan asked quietly. Han chuckled, he could already imagine how flustered Chan was at that moment. Chan hadn’t ever really shown interest in dating or girls. Of course he was gonna remember a girl that finally caught his best friend’s eye. 

“Absolutely, It’s Josephine. We talked just now. She’s heading up to the apartment as we speak.” Han replied. Like clockwork, Chan could hear the beeping of someone pressing into a keypad next door. His heart was pounding and he started to pace in his apartment. “Jisung what do I do?” He asked in a panic. Would it be weird for him to go over and say hi? How would she feel? Would she think he’s stalking her? 

“Hyung, calm down and take deep breaths.” Han teased. “Go say hi. Introduce yourself. You’re her neighbor now, it would only be polite to welcome her don’t you think?” He asked. “You don’t have to do it right now, it’s late anyway. I’m sure you and her are both exhausted and want to sleep. So try tomorrow. Ask her to hang out with all of us!” Chan nodded and bit his lip. He said he would try and hung up. He looked at the wall of his apartment. She’s right there. She’s so close. He was not going to be sleeping at all because of this. But then again when did he ever sleep? 

On the opposite side, Josephine was looking around with wide eyes. Jesus, Nari really went all out. I don’t have to do much. She thought to herself. She took her carry-on bag into her bedroom and smiled when she saw the bed. “Purple, she even made sure my sheets were my favorite color.” She giggled and put her bag down on her bed. She didn’t bring much, only a week's worth of clothes since Nari told her she’d handle everything. She unpacked quickly and slipped out of the clothes she was in, placing them in the laundry bin next to the bedroom closet. 

When she walked in the bathroom she stopped in front of the giant mirror above the counter. She hated her reflection, the scars that covered her body clear as day. Both old and new. He made sure to always leave them in places most people would never see. Her stomach, her back, her sides, and inner upper thighs. He was smart, he made sure she would hide it well. But sometimes the bruises he would leave would be somewhere more noticeable. She was still pretty bruised from his last attack. She felt hideous, pathetic, and weak. She never once felt like that, not until him. She looked down at her stomach and she could hear him insulting her in her head. Pathetic fat pig. Tears flew down her cheeks and she let out a shaky breath. Was she ever going to be okay after all this? 

Josephine had always been a big girl, she was curvy and thick since she was a kid. But she gained a lot of weight during her college years due to stress and medical issues. She tried all she could to lose it.  But it never seemed like anything worked, eventually she became comfortable and learned to embrace how she was and at first Jacob seemed to not mind as much. But that was all a façade, he acted like a charming prince, manipulated her until she was all his to control and then the real monster came out to play.

She took a very long hot shower and did one thing she couldn’t do for the longest time. She cried, he wasn’t there to scare her into silence anymore. She could finally let out and express all the pain she was feeling as the hot water rained down on her. Once she was done with a very much needed crying session she stepped out and dried off. She grabbed a large oversized Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt that she always slept in and put it on before climbing under the covers of her brand new bed. She looked to her night stand and just like Nari said, her new iPhone was there, plugged in and fully charged. She picked it up and saw that Nari thankfully saved her number in her contacts. 

Thank you for everything, really this place is amazing. I don’t know how I’m ever going to repay you.. Josephine sent to her in a text. Soon she could see the dots form as Nari texted a response back. 

Hush woman, you don’t need to repay me. You needed a fresh start and a safe place. Sleep well. I’ll text you tomorrow. Xx Nari sent back. 

Josephine smiled and sent her a text saying good night before plugging it back into the charger and putting it on the nightstand. She laid back against the soft fluffy pillows and stared at the ceiling, and as she stared her mind couldn’t help but wander to the guy with beautiful chocolate eyes. I wonder if we will ever see each other again. She thought as she replayed the events from earlier in her head. 

How his eyes sparkled, how soft they looked as they gazed at her. How gentle his voice was. Her cheeks flushed and she shook her head in embarrassment. You literally just escaped an abusive boyfriend and now you’re already thinking about someone else? Control yourself. She mentally scolded as she pulled the covers over head in shame. Little did she know that the same boy was laying in bed on the opposite side of the wall behind her thinking of her as well. 

[aplaceinme]

My favourite scenes of the movie:

Royal Wedding and Cakegate: Alex’s behaviour and expressions are excellent! The part when he grabs Henry with the hand full of cake, and then he puts the dirty glass on Henry’s hand… hilarious, that entire sequence is just too damn funny!!!

The first meeting after the cakegate: their banter is great, and the tension already!!!! Henry’s “Sweetheart”. The interviews!!!

Supply closet scene: funny. But also, “I need to get out of here” conversation.

Alex in the strawberry costume. (Are the stuffed toys that become friends supposed to represent them?!?) Henry laughing and talking with the little girl.

Outside the hospital: the banter and the flirting! Alex’s “I need to get out of here” and Henry’s ‘he’s an idiot, but I love him’ face.

The entire montage of them texting. Alex laughing in class at the ‘but we were ever so careful, dear’. I loved how they did that sequence, with them appearing on screen. Cornbread and them lying in bed (but not really). Again… the banter/flirting. “I’m hanging up now”

New Year's Eve party: Their looks at each other, their banter (yes, again). Alex, unable to get his eyes off of Henry. Henry, unable to get his eyes off of Alex. The jealousy. The yearning. Henry’s dancing.

Their talk outside, and their first kiss!! Alex’s face after the kiss (the realization)

Alex’s talk with Nora. “He grabbed my hair in a way that made me understand the difference between rugby and football” (whatever that means). The denial and Nora’s frustration (same girl!)

Gala event/dinner: Alex eagerly waiting for Henry’s arrival, the way that everything ceased to exist the moment Henry appeared, including the journalist (which, same!!!).

Red room scene: Alex being really nervous. “Shut up, stop talking.” The kiss(es). The desperation. Acting like fools when interrupted!!

Stonehenge/Big Ben… “Henry and I are much happier against walls” lmfao!! And, obviously, “the night is young, ma.” The test of that scene and Henry’s face after hearing Alex said that he was going to make bad things to him (understandable)

Alex’s bedroom scene: their chemistry. Their conversation. “Just to put it out there.” Alex already showing his need to touch Henry, and holding Henry’s hand. Henry already showing his efforts to keep things casual by letting go of Alex’s hand. Alex’s disappointment, but pretending that everything is alright. Henry inviting Alex to the polo game because he can’t help himself, and playing with his ring because he was nervous. Their smiles and looks as Henry leaves (Henry’s sigh of 'can’t believe this happened', and Alex’s chuckle of 'that actually happened').

Polo scene: Just all of it. “You hungry? Yeah, I could eat”

Their date: their looks, smiles, the tension. “He is.”

“Prince Henry belongs to Britain. Henry Fox has to belong to himself or else he will banish.” “Can he ever belong to someone else?” “Only momentarily.” Their sad looks….. Alex wanting to hold his hand, Henry wanting that but knowing that he can’t, “not here.” (Alex’s love language is definitely physical touch)

Their first time: Alex’s nervousness, Henry’s reassurance. The intimacy, the slight awkwardness, the yearning, their hands… “I can’t believe how wrong I was about you” “Most people are.”

Their conversation in bed. Henry’s “I’m learning” and the kiss on Alex’s shoulder and Alex’s answering smile.

Alex smiling in the plane (he’s in love)

The montage with their emails…

New York hotel room scene: the eagerness and desperation, their laughs and happiness at being together.

Their entire conversation while on the bathrobes.

Zahra in the room scene: hilarious!!! “Technically, I’m the spare” and “would it make any difference if I told you to never see him again?” Alex's answering “No” straight away, without thinking.

Alex tells his mom scene. Love that mother and son duo.

Montage during the lake house.

Henry singing Queen… Alex completely in love (which, understandable)

Alex’s talk with his dad. Alex deciding to jump.

Scene in the platform on the lake. I love love that scene!! Alex not being able to not touch Henry tenderly. Declaring his love for Henry. Henry panicking, knowing that he wants all that but can’t have it. His expression of sadness and horror. Henry underwater. Henry sad because he knows he will break Alex’s heart, and his own.

Henry’s and Bea’s talk. “I wonder if what we do has any meaningful impact on people’s lives” callback to the conversation with Alex after their first time. Montage of sad Henry😢😢… Bea wanting to comfort Henry during the reunion.

Alex’s talk with Nora. “Get your man.”

Confrontation in Kensington Palace. “The man I love” Honestly, just the entire dialogue…. But also, “Henry, nothing will ever happen to you.”

Museum scene. Just the entire scene. Perfection! Sweet, lovely, tender, them!! History, uh? (Sobs!!!)

Henry waking up and smiling because he is with Alex, in bed, cuddling

The exchange of ring and key… my heart!!!! That hug, though…was everything!

Henry freaking out because he can’t talk with Alex.

Alex’s speech, and the montage of Henry struggling with everything. “I fell in love with a person, who happens to be a man, and that man happens to be a prince. He has captures my heart and makes my life immeasurably better. I love his Royal Highness Prince Henry George Edward James Hanover-Stewart Fox.” And the montage of their time together being happy!!! (sobs again!!)

Zahra and Alex’s scene while he talks about missing Henry… she’s just too hilarious!

“Baby” 😭😭😭

Hugging on the stairs, “I will break the sound barrier for you.” Henry playing the piano to Alex and then them playing together. “Proud to be your boyfriend.”

While waiting for the king, Henry wanting to play with his ring, but Alex is wearing it… The look they share.

Stephen Fry as the King

Alex and Henry holding hands, declaring and defending their love, sharing little smiles and small touches.

Henry noticing the people outside. “The world will know me for who I am.” “I love you” “I love you more.”

Holding hands during the Madam president speech

“We won.” “We won.” (you sure did!!) ❤️🤍💙

End credit scene…hilarious