#and also. rip. he was a bad kisser.

[choiyawnzjun]

୨୧ pairing ; boyfriendsyoungerbrother!jake x afab!reader

୨୧ sypnosis ; maybe that little bet with your boyfriends brother wasn’t such a bad idea.. you told yourself it would just be once due to the bet.. but why are you left wanting more?

୨୧ warnings ; slight degradation, fingering, overstimulation, unprotected sex, tit sucking. ( lemme know if i missed anything )

୨୧ genre ; smut, 18+

୨୧ wc ; 1300

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jake smashed his lips onto yours, running his hands all over your body while you had your arms around his neck. he was a very good kisser.. way better than your boyfriend.

you could already feel jake’s hardening dick against you, rubbing against your bare thigh, slightly rutting himself against you to get rid of the throbbing pain he was feeling. you both let go of the sloppy kiss to catch your breaths, a thin string of spit being formed that connected his soft lips to yours.

you both stumbled your way into the living room and he immediately pushed you down onto the sofa, quickly getting on top of you to leave a trail of kisses from your neck to your chest. you were wearing a low-cut shirt so he had easy access to your huge tits, bringing the front of your shirt down to reveal your black lacey bra that made him even weaker.

“oh, fuck..” he murmured, the lust filled within him forcing him to rip your bra off in a swift motion, leaning down to suck on your hardening nub while one of his hands massaged the other. his other hand made its way to your shorts, tugging onto the hem of them to tell you to take them off.

you complied and felt a little guilty since there was a very obvious wet patch on your panties. you pushed away the guilt and focused on the moment at hand, already feeling hot from the way jake was flicking his tongue onto your sensitive nub then switching to the other. his other hand was rubbing harsh circles onto your clit, he had pushed your panties to the side to give him better access.

you couldn’t contain your moans any longer and finally let them out instead of muffling them with your hand.

“you’re such a dirty whore, noona.” jake panted, slipping a finger into your wet hole, your tight walls made him groan but also made him feel a little good since it meant his brother hadn’t fucked you in a while.

you squirmed under his touch, he had gotten up but his hand was still massaging your tits, pinching and twisting your sensitive nub. the overwhelning pleasure had already gotten the knot in your abdomen tightening quickly. jake added two more of his thick fingers, curling them to hit your g-spot which made you clamp down on them, indicating you were close.

“aw, has my dear brother not been pleasing you right, noona?” he cooed at your messy state. your hair was splayed all over and your lips were slightly bruised from the heavy makeout you guys had not long before.

jake was still pumping his fingers inside you but all of a sudden, his speed increased, making your legs tremble and your back arch slightly. who knew that you could cum from fingers alone? whenever your boyfriend did something like this, it was not at all as good as jake’s.

“answer me, slut.” he had brought his other hand that was massaging your tits down towards your clit to rub circles, you shut your eyes as you were about to cum, your legs shaking as your arm reached towards one of jake’s wrists.

“mhm..” you managed to mewl out, you bucked your hips up as you came, whining and tightening your grip onto jake’s wrist. jake almost came in his pants just from the sight since he had been fantasing about you for god knows how long and now his fantasies were finally coming true. he helped you ride out your first orgasm until he finally pulled out his fingers and licked them clean in front of you, ensuring that you saw him do this.

“fuck, i know i said i wanted to fuck your tits but m’ gonna fill you up until you’ll only ever want my cum.” he groaned, unzipping his pants and pulling his huge cock out. the sight of his cock that slapped against his stomach made your mouth water, he was definitely bigger than his brother. your hole clenched around nothing as you imagined how good his dick would feel inside you.

he prods his leaking tip onto your leaking hole, making you let out cries of desperation, wanting him to shove it in already.

“tell me if you wanna stop, yeah?” he says, smirking as you shook your head no right as he said that.

“gonna fuck you the way you should’ve been fucked from the start.” he groaned, finally sliding himself easily into your sopping hole. you slung your arms around him again to bring him closer to you.

“jakey..” you released a filthy mewl as his hard cock hit places your boyfriend never could. he loved that nickname that fell out of your sweet, pretty mouth. he finally started moving when you were begging him to, setting a steady pace for you two.

your tight hole was giving him so much pleasure that it made him want to start chasing his own orgasm, you were still a little sensitive from your previous one. each time he pulled out, the coat of cream around his cock was more than before. he looked down to watch the way you took him perfectly, making him think your pussy was basically made for his cock.

“hm, you like this, noona?” he grunted, his speed starting to get rougher, the skin slapping around the room echoing and bouncing of the walls.

“i love it.” you confessed, every stroke of his cock made you closer and closer to your upcoming climax.

“should’ve been fucking you ages ago, ever since you first came to the house, i’ve always wanted to but you were always with my bitchy brother.” well, you didn’t really wanna lie and say you didn’t think jake was at least a tiny bit attractive when you first saw him.

“and i know you’ve been eye-fucking me for a while now.” he moans, his thrusts starting to get sloppy as you clamped down on him. after a month of dating your boyfriend, you’d started to watch jake everytime you came over, rubbing your thighs together whenever you saw him practising some football drills in the garden then using his tank top to wipe the sweat on his face, giving you a full view of his sculpted body.

and whenever he’d catch you staring, you’d look away and pretend you were leaving the kitchen.

“i’m gonna cum again, jakey.” you cried, your legs shaking violently once again while he thrusted into your hole mercilessly, still chasing his orgasm. you spasmed against him as you creamed all over his cock, whining as jake still continued at a fast pace, overstimulating you.

your nails dug into his back as you leaned your head back against the sofa, your eyes rolling while your tongue unconsciously lolled out of your mouth.

“i’m sorry, baby. i’m so close just-..” before he could finish his sentence, he was already spilling inside you, loads of his cum painting your walls. he leaned over you, his head falling as he stilled, groaning as he came.

now, you’re both panting and gasping for air. you both were now sweaty and smelled of sex.

“oh, fuck.” he let out, making eye contact with you. you don’t really know what to say other than the fact that this was probably the best sex you’ve ever had. you both decided to sort yourselves out before your parents and sister came back home. before jake opened the door, he brought you in for another kiss, his hands trailing down to feel up your ass and then finally letting go and leaving.

shit, you know you only told yourself this would just be one time due to a silly bet.. but why do you want more?

[doki-doki-imagines]

Fluff alphabet feat Tomas Vrbada

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them? Tomas likes to watch films together with his partner. Usually, he enjoys action movies that aren't too heavy on the gore side, but he will watch sappy movies too; the more cliché there are, the better it is. His kid self would cringe at the film he watches now, but Tomas grew up and embraced that side better. If you sneak a kiss in between the film, he'll gladly accept it (even if he is often the one doing the first step)

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them? Tomas is down bad. When he is in love, he can't find anything bad in his partner. Probably, he admires how you always have the right words to lift his spirit or how supportive you are. Also, Tomas appreciates your hands, for sure softer and smaller than his ones. He often finds himself kissing the palm of your hand.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.? Tomas has a steady mind. He isn't born with it, but he had to develop if you wanted to survive the Lin Kuei harsh rules. He isn't really good at supporting you during those times, but he wants you to learn the same tricks that helped him survive, so next time something bad happens, you won't feel that bad.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o? Tomas would love to retire and have a happy family. He doesn't desire fame and glory, but a quiet life with people he cherishes, possibly not too far away from Shirai Ryu tho.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive? Tomas is rather passive because he doesn't want to have arguments with his special one, but he can get stubborn on certain points and won't back down easily. In those cases, you can try to show him your view on the matter, but he often doesn't change his mind.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting? To get Tomas angry, his partner must have done something that hurt him deep. He may forgive, but for sure, he won't forget.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them? He is! Tomas reaction may be a bit over the top, so there are times when you think he is joking, but he isn't! He is just overjoyed that someone used their time to do something for him.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything? Yeah, Tomas tries to keep his job as secret as he can. Yeah, you know he is a ninja and all of that, but you'll never know anything about his missions in particular, at maximum where he is going.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems? Not change. Tomas is just more relaxed and overall happy. His partner probably learnt how to deal with dangerous situations and emotions better.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it? Tomas has extreme trust in his partner. It's all the other people that worry him! He won't say a word to you, but when the green monster eats him inside and fog his brain, one of his hand always find its place on your lower back, squeezing your hips enough to keep you close to him.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like? Good...let's say he has the right spirit! Tomas will gladly improve and mould his skill to his partner preference. That doesn't mean he always has the mind to kiss at his best. The first kiss was unexpected, a mission thay went well and a flurry of little pecks all over your face till his lips found yours; that for sure didn't turn out to be just a little peck.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o? It's all of a sudden, like when you rip the band-aid off in a single movement, plus it is at an unexpected moment, not romantic at all. Probably he brang something you both like and Tomas go "You know what else I like? You." and then just go on with his day. He is dying inside, tho, so pls tell him about your feelings; as cute as he is when blushing, it's best to avoid an aneurism.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like? Oh, Tomas would love to marry his special one. He'll totally be soft, proposing in the intimacy of your shared room. The marriage wouldn't be too extravagant, but he'd like to invite as many friends as possible.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o? Honey, darling, baby.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings? Tomas has a smile plastered on his face every time his crush gets close to him; and with close to him, I mean on the other side of the camp. He always tries to lean towards your body, just feeling the heath of your body makes his heart do triple jumps. Tomas would like to be more sneaky, but honestly, everyone knows about his crush on you; yourselves included. Better to tell him immediately how you feel about him, so he won't embarrass himself too much with his colleagues.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching? Tomas doesn't like kissing in public, but will for sure brag about his partner with others, even more if he is tipsy; Tomas just won't stop babbling about you. For sure, your relationship isn't a secret.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship. He can tell your feelings just by looking into your eyes. For sure, Tomas will understand you easier, but it also means that it's hard to keep secrets with him.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative? He likes cliché, exactly the same kinds that appear in the film you watch together. Don't expect Tomas to be creative, tho! That isn't his strong suit.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them? Absolutely yes! Not only Tomas will be really supportive, but he'll gladly give you a hand if you need more than encouraging words to reach your goal.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine? Tomas prefers routine, it is more comfortable and makes you both overall happy. Doesn't mind if you want to spice up the relationship, but you'll have to make the first step.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic? Extremely good, maybe too good, as I said before. Not too much empathetic, tho. He understands how his partner feels, but doesn't mean he will feel the same way you do.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life? Really important, but not more than Shirai Ryu. Tomas has a mission, a goal that won't let go no matter how much he loves his partner

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon. He likes to kiss your fingers, delicate butterfly ones, maybe while you're in bed together cuddling.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle? Yes, but just behind closed doors. Tomas' hands never leave your body, and his lips always find peace on your skin. Not all cuddles end up in sex, but...he wouldn't be opposed to that.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner? He likes to watch photos of you two together or just yours. It's not unusual for his head to wander in dangerous places.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of? It depends, does it hurt you or him? Then he won't do it. Will it be a danger for Shirai Ryu? Absolutely won't do it. Is it something that doesn't do any damage to his "safe paradise"? Tomas will gladly do that.

[kyojurismo]

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▸ ANSWERING. we’re here !!! anyway, it’s my first time ever writing for sukuna and also for the jjk fandom lmao, i hope it doesn’t suck. thank you sm for sending in a req <3

▸ FANDOM. jujutsu kaisen

▸ CHARACTERS. ryomen sukuna (true form) x gn!reader

▸ RATING. sfw

▸ WARNINGS. um well, since he’s totally harmless here there’s nothing to tag lol, except for fluff + i chose to write it a hc list bc it seemed easier lol & not proofread of course

do you need a hug? what about two at the same time

his huge arms wrap so well around your body

he sometimes licks your back with the mouth on his stomach just to mess with you 😭

jokes aside, if he really cares about you i know he would be super happy to hold you and cuddle with you

sometimes you’re a bit intimidated by his eyes

i mean, he’s surely studying your appearance with all those eye balls

he’s always complaining about every kind of life form and when it comes to you he always goes “do i need to get rid of these people so you can enjoy your time here?” or “can you really stand their presences?”

no daddy there’s no need for you to mass murder them

FOREHEAD KISSER

i just know he loves giving you forehead kisses

even if you’re basically doing nothing,

idk are you reading a book? he appears in front of you and kisses you

he would do anything for you

i mean literally anything …

he’s always holding your hand if you’re out

or at least one of his hand is resting on your hip, keeping you secured by his side

loves when you take naps while being on his lap

he’s softly caressing your back or your cheek while you sleep peacefully against his huge body

rip whoever interrupts you

his first priority is protecting you so he would do everything in his power to assure you’re safe

no wonders he almost died on the spot when you saw a spider and screamed that one time

“a spider? really?” he’s 👁️👁️👄👁️👁️

“stare back and scare him!” you hide behind his body

are you being real now ..?

he makes it disappear in a second 😊

[you know because he has 4 eyes and 4 arms… like, i don’t know it seemed so fun in my head lmao]

▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. i hope this wasn’t too bad 😔 have a good day / night !!

[tikvin]

For the other durges you showed a while ago, which ones accepted/denied Baal? If they denied him do they have specific reasons for why?

Well this will be long, lol. I have full descriptions of my durges I plan to post separately for each, but I'll try to cut a lot to just accommodate to the question.

Some of them aren't that close to this matter, plus I'm waiting for evil epilogue to be added, I also have a bit of a soft spot for resisting durges because of that one camp scene in act 2, so most of them are resisting durges, just differ by smaller details like what quests they do/dont and who of PCs and NPCs dies and they kill during travels.

So, sorry for my boring durges :D

Eshra - I think you can already guess.

Vice is close to accepting Bhaal, because it likes Minthara a lot (even though it didn't initially sided with her) and she's is a bad influence. It already got the slayer form, also the first to consume the astral tadpole so far. How it will all end? Who knows, Vice loves Minthara and it's a novel concept for it, hence the drow is able to sway it's opinions, but Vice also likes to have a control over it's own body. So Vice is on precipice

Evann is THE evil Bhaalspawn™ 100%. With this one, I will tell for sure, they're a cruel evil bitch-bastard, but probably doesn't fully realize that their actions are considered cruel. For them it's pure curiosity and pursuit of fun, they are not concerned when they first have the urges. Probably remembers more than other Durges. Probably had relationships with Gortash.

Jericho is the one who was terrified and disgusted from the very start. I think it was easier for her to resist, because she is a wild magic sorcerer (who I headcanon to be masterful before amnesia) and she had to be careful from the very beginning. She's skittish, in constant internal panic, a coward when it comes to perspective of getting back her memories. She was the one who tried to fix everyone else's problems just to not face her own. She had a lot of growth during the travels and now researches bhaalspawn to prevent anything happening.

With Cadere (who will later rename themselve as Ithildin) is absolutely out of question, they will not be accepting Bhaal, simply because... Karlach. You see, that's a Karlach kisser in front of you, and with all anguish that this whole shit caused to her they just cannot allow that to happen. Cadere was indifferent at the start, which caused quite a few deaths, but Karach energy just rubbed on them and they did the ol switcheroo

Thana is all about freedom. Bhaal is out of question. Freedom for herself, freedom for everyone else, freedom!!! She probably planned to defy Bhaal somehow even before the tadpole.

Thalissa - No. No Bhaal, we're having fun kicking devils' asses in hell. Has hots for both Wyll and Karlach, and their righteous do-gooder demeanor rubs on her. Not completely tho, she's quite bloodthirsty on her own, which is why she's most likely going with them to hell to justly kill shit without consequences. At least if Karlach won't sacrifice herself for Orpheus. I planned more than one play through with her, so it's undecided, maybe she will have one game where she's evil, who knows

Mortis is very power hungry, even though their overall demeanor is quite chill. They might not go completely towards Bhaal but they're sure are tempted to kill Isobel...

Jago - was a simple person, but not dumb. No Bhaal. Much like Thana, he wanted freedom, and he teared and ripped and clawed for it. He wasn't very caring for others, but he got what he wanted, without hurting too much people.

[elisysd]

Lover of mine – 5 Seconds of Summer

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

When I take a look at my life and all of my crimes You're the only thing that I think I got right

Astonished. That was how Charles felt.

As light as a feather. That was the feeling of her lips on his.

A mirage. That was what Lyanna was.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispered against his lips before leaving as quick as she came, leaving Charles there, still trying to process what just happened.

He knew better now than to run after her. He could tell that she did not plan to kiss him, that somehow it just happened. That right now, she might be scared and panicking. Every fiber in his body wanted to go after her, to take her in his arms and to kiss her again. But he also knew that she needed her own space. She needed to put her feelings in order and he was probably the last person she wanted help from.

Still, he could not get rid of the feeling of having his heart ripped in two. A half for him and the other for her. Tonight, she had left with a piece of his heart, one he did not want back.

He slept really bad, tossing, and turning, reliving the kiss, and blaming himself for not reacting quicker. As a driver, it was something he usually was proud of. How fast he could react. He could have had hold her; she would have been trapped in his arms. And he would not have let her go. When his alarm went off, he grumbled. He still had to pack and he had to leave soon.

It was around ten in the morning that Joris came to his place to pick him up to go to the airport. Seeing his friend’s pale and tired face, he worried.

“Tough night?”

“Horrible.” Charles confirmed.

“Pre-race jitters, or something else?”

“Lyanna kissed me. And she left. I didn’t have the opportunity to properly say goodbye.”

“Oh, wow. Well, I certainly did not expect that. I would have bet you would have been the one to make the first move.”

“Thought so too. She beat me to it. But then she said sorry and she panicked. I asked her to come to Zandvoort. I will wait and see now.”

“Don’t you want to make a quick stop at her place?”

“Do we have time?”

Joris checked his watch.

“Well,I’d say we have 15 minutes top. If you take longer, we might have to go past the speed limits.”

That's all it took for Charles to head for the stairs, which would be quicker than waiting for the lift. He climbed the stairs one by one before arriving at Lyanna's door and banging on the wooden panel. No answer. Which didn't surprise him. He continued for another 5 minutes before the next door opened, revealing an old lady and her Chihuahua.

“The young lady left early this morning at around 4am. I know because I could hear her crying and dragging her suitcase. It made a loud noise in the corridor and woke up my little Floppy. What a naughty girl. If you see her again, tell her that next time I'm going to report her to the security guard.”

She was gone. For good. Without a backward glance. What could he have done to make her run away like that? Was he such a bad kisser? Charles asked himself a thousand and one questions. He wasn't surprised that she had run away, even if it disappointed him a little, he sincerely thought that they were past this. He knew she still had some inner demons to fight but he thought that he would be by her side to help her get through them.

So many incoherences he could not process. She kissed him and yet she was the one who ran away. If she kissed him, that would mean that she had some kind of feelings for him. He could understand that it could be frightening for her, considering what she went through during her previous relationship. But what he could not fathom was that she preferred to leave rather than talk to him. They were both adults, and first and foremost, they were friends. If the kiss was just a spur of the moment, because she was feeling emotional and it didn’t mean anything for her, fine he could put it past him. If she had some romantic feelings for him, it was also fine. Charles knew that he was feeling something more than just friendship, not being entirely sure that it was love. But his point was, they could explore their connection together. See where it could lead. Together.  He was ready for that and more importantly he wanted to.

He could have texted her to say all that, he almost did. But it was a conversation that needed to be made in person.

His thoughts occupied him throughout the journey. He was surprisingly quiet, only responding when spoken to. And even then, it was in relatively short sentences. His bad mood was evident in the days leading up to the race to the point that Fred, Ferrari’s team principal, took him aside to is driver’s room before heading for the first free practice on Friday.

‘You’ve been in a bad mood all the week, kiddo. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He replied sharply.

“I just want to make sure you have your head in the game, Charles.”

“Don’t worry about me and just make sure that this fucking car is actually drivable.” He snapped.

Fred didn’t say anything, only looked at him. He had a way of being with Charles that made him feel like a little boy. In many ways, they were similar. The same taste for winning, for hard work, for respecting teams, for honesty. He was one of the people Charles trusted most. Fred could read him like an open book, in his silences and in his eyes.

“I invited someone and I think she won’t come. That’s it.”

“So it’s a girl. She must have hurt you a lot for you to be acting like that.”

“The thing is… I’m not mad or even hurt. I think. I understand her, I know her reasons but at the same time I can’t help but be disappointed. I just want to see her; I want to know that she is okay but I don’t know where she is.”

“Well, if she makes you feel like that, she must be pretty special.”

“I care a lot about her, yes.” He confessed.

“Then I’m sure you will both find your ways back to each other. But for now, I need you to be fully focused Charles, okay?”

“You know that I will.”

The free practices went on relatively well. Not bad but not good either, something that Charles was unfortunately used to, and soon enough it was time for qualifying. Charles knew that this was his strong point, so he approached Saturday with a certain relaxed attitude. Even if his eyes lingered a little longer than usual in the crowd. On his way around the paddock, he spotted Pierre in the middle of a warm-up session with his physio. He approached her to wish her luck. As his best friend knew him all too well, he immediately noticed the Ferrari driver's deceptively relaxed attitude.

“She is not here. And Kika has not heard about her since our last dinner in Monaco.”

Charles swallowed. He had suspected it, but a wave of disappointment washed over him.

“If I have news, you’ll be the first one to know, okay?” added the Alpine driver.

“Thanks Pierre.”

With his head full of questions, Charles climbed into his single seater. In this environment, he always managed to detach himself from the rest of the world and enter his own bubble. Today was no exception, even if it was more difficult than usual. And so the qualifying session began. Charles took his time before starting his flying lap and he quickly sensed that something wasn't quite right. It didn't take him long to realise that there was an engine problem, forcing him to stop dead in the middle of the road. By the time he had extricated himself from the car, the smell of burning had caught in his throat.

The red flag brought Q1 to a premature end, placing Charles at the back of the grid for Sunday's start.

A few hours away from Zandvoort, in a childhood bedroom, Lyanna watched the qualification session and her heart ached for Charles. She arrived in her mom’ s home the day after that fateful dinner at Charles’ place, her eyes puffy and red. No questions were asked by her mom who simply took her daughter in her arms and tried to console her the best she could.

But seeing her little girl watching a car race when she never demonstrated any interest for the sport, she couldn’t help but get curious. Especially when Lyanna made a weird face when the commentator announced that Charles was out.

“Isn’t it the famous boy you were always trying to avoid talking about when I started questioning you about him when dating rumours came out?” she asked sitting on her daughter’s bed.

Lyanna nodded.

“Is he the one I should blame for making you come here, all the way from Monaco a week before you said you would come here?”

“It’s me. Who messed up, mom.”

And here she was again, the tears accumulating behind her eyelids.

“Oh my sweet girl…”

He mother took her in her arms, gently rocking her while Lyanna let the tears stream down her face.

“Whatever you did, I’m sure you can fix it.”

“I kissed him mom. And then I ran away. Like a coward, something I promised myself I wouldn’t be anymore. He taught me to be brave and how do I thank him?”

“Do you love this boy?”

“I… I don’t know. I like him, I care for him but what do I know about love?”

“If you care, then it’s enough. You don’t have to put words on what you feel if you are not ready.”

“I’m sure he hates me.”

“Did you talk to him?”

“I’m too scared of being rejected. I sure would reject myself if I was him.”

Her mom sighed. She was used to see her daughter so unconfident.

“You will never know, if you keep on avoiding him. And if he is smart enough, he will listen to you.”

“He is so great mom. He is funny, he is kind, he is brave, he cares about people. He helped me when I never asked him to, just because it was something that seemed normal to him. He is down to earth, he is loyal. He loves his family and is friends. He is perfect. Well not really, because sometimes he can be stubborn and he has a hard time knowing what limits are. And he doesn’t know how to cook, which is not a bad thing but I would not trust him in a kitchen by himself. And he can be cocky. But… he makes me feel good. And happy. And I really miss him.” She let out in one breath.

“Well, he seems like a great man. A great man for a great woman.”

“I don’t feel great right now…”

“You too are funny and kind and brave. You are the most hard-working woman I’ve met Lyanna. All the hardships you went through, all the battles you fought, made you who you are. You are strong, stronger than you think. You are bright. And I’m so, so proud of the woman you become and keep on becoming. And I’m not saying that just because you are my daughter. You are loveable, my Lya. And if this boy can make you feel like the happiest woman in the world, hang on to him. At least, talk to him. If it works out, then it could be the most beautiful thing in your life. If it doesn’t, then I’ll be there to fix the broken pieces of your heart, sweetheart.”

Lyanna could simply nod while hearing her mother’s words. She knew what she had to do.

On Charles’ end, the Sunday race was as awful than the qualification session. A DNF was just what he needed to end this awful week. Coming back in the garage, he did what he could to avoid photographers. He was annoyed and the first words he spoke as he entered the Ferrari garage were for the mechanics and engineers.

“Is it too much to ask to have one weekend, just one, of happiness or at least one without mechanical or strategic problems?”

But despite his poor weekend, he was pleased to see Pierre finish 5th just behind Russell's Mercedes.

At Alpine, the mood was a little happier than at Ferrari. Pierre and Esteban were celebrating their top 10 finishes, Kika taking videos as a souvenir, when the brunette saw a notification flash across her screen. Lyanna had just contacted her.

“I messed up. Again but big time, this time. I would understand if you didn’t want to help me but I just want to make things right. Is there a way for Pierre to get me VIP access for Monza next week? And please, not a word to Charles, I want to surprise him.”

Kika smiled and headed to Pierre to get him away from the team for a while.

“Lyanna texted me. She wants to surprise Charles at Monza.”

Pierre sighed.

“Is she sure? He is going to get a lot of attention.”

“She seemed determined.”

“Well then I guess, we will have a prestigious guest in Alpine’s garage next week.”

Kika quickly responded to the actress saying that Pierre would take care of everything. Even if Sunday was an awful day for Lyanna, she really hated to see Charles giving his all and not succeeding, she slept that day with a little smile on her face.

Monza, be ready. Here she comes.

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author's note: Did you really thought that I would leave this chapter drama free? 👀 How many of you want to smack Lyanna after breaking (once again) Charles' heart? How do you think Monza will go? Will Charles forgive her? Will he ignore her? Will he be mad? And how do you think Lyanna will act? I can't wait to have your reaction! Don't forget to leave a comment, or if you want to chat more of this story you, my DMs are open! Take care.

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[sourbinnie]

cicuta -> ch.2 : encounters

-> genre : non!idol au | angst | smut | fluff | all of it one bowl -> pair : ot8!skz x fem!reader -> warnings : swearing (a lot of it) ; smoking ; drug use (mentioned) ; kinda suggestive -> plot : so how did you end up surrounded by the biggest rappers from the underground seoul scene? your brother was making it big (even if your parents didn't believe that was a real job) and you decided to join him at one of the finals to see him. let's say that's where it all went downhill… -> appeareances from other idols, stay tuned!

previous

waking up with a headache wasn't ideal but at least i wasn't my brother who was going to wake up with a hangover. i left a set of aspirin and a glass of water next to him as i sighed looking at the scene in front of me. not only were his clothes ripped, he had scratches on his face, some doodles on his cheek and a lot of phone numbers in his pocket written in napkins. i rolled my eyes as i headed out of his room and tried to recall what the fuck happened yesterday.

i didn't even drink and everything still felt like a blur. it just went by so fast and memories were flashing through my head but it always brought me back to the kiss i shared with jeongin outside. i blushed recalling the event and as much as i try to shake it off as just a "heat of the moment" thing, i knew it wasn't that. i even exchanged numbers with him which i didn't do often (but i didn't make out with someone i just met a lot either).

"good lord i don't even know what happened and i could barely get up." mingi said as he got closer and i hid my phone immediately in my pocket since i had opened jeongin's contact. "did you get me home yesterday? how the fuck did you do that?"

"a lot of help from changbin and san." i explained remembering how i got him into the car and the whole ride. i had never heard my brother be drunk like this before as he mumbled everything. he told me stories i've heard a million times before over and over again. but i wasn't mad at him for drinking or for making me drive him home, it's the happiest you've seen him in a long time and that's what mattered.

"san was there? i didn't even remember seeing him." he said and of course he didn't, as soon as the shot glasses were on the table they all went down. i laughed as i gave him a pat on the back, he was trying to recall everything just like i was a few minutes ago but his fuzzy brain was probably not helping. "you were talking to jeongin, that's all i remember."

of course that's what he remembers...

"yeah i just got to know him. he seems nice and he even apologized for the rhyme!" i said as i tried to not think of the damn kiss but it was in my mind. mingi nodded, he wasn't the overbearing protective brother like when we were growing up where a guy would approach me and he would immediately tell them to go away. right now he was more chill about it but he still thought that all the boyfriends i had were idiots.

"i felt bad winning against him because he's so nice off stage unlike everyone else i've competed against." he said, which was really interesting because chan and changbin did seem like nice people. maybe i had a different image of them because i didn't know them that well unlike mingi.

"yeah that's the impression i've got of him." and also he's a really good kisser and also i have his number. i decided to leave my brother to not bother him or make his headache worse as he closed his bedroom door and i went outside. i sometimes forgot that i'm on a break and that i should be enjoying my days but as they seemed to pass, all i could think about is how fast time seemed to fly away.

i looked at my phone and i knew what i wanted to do. i wanted to call jeongin not because i wanted to see him right now but because i wanted to hear his sweet voice and just ask him how he was feeling. ok maybe i sounded a little desperate but i felt a pull towards him like i needed to be with him and that has never happened to me with anyone except...

oh my god he's calling me.

"jeongin? hi." i say and immediately i want to disappear because i don't work on phone calls. it's like i can't process what i want to say ever and this is my way of showing it.

"(y/n) hey! i kinda need to hear your voice." he responds and i melt right then and there. his voice sounding like he just woke up was enough to make my heart race and my mind wander. "is your brother okay?"

"yeah he's a little hungover but he'll be fine." i said as i thought about him and to be fair, he was probably sleeping again. "how are you feeling? last night was a lot."

"it was, at first i was feeling kinda down about losing and changbin being disappointed in me." he expressed and i listened carefully to his words as i tried to pick up the pieces. from what mingi said just minutes ago to what jeongin was telling me now, i had a whole different view of people. "but then it ended quite well i would say." which made me blush furiously.

"yeah? why is that?" i ask knowing the answer but i knew it would fluster him and i needed revenge for him being in my mind 24/7. i could hear him laughing nervously and that made my heart beat faster.

"maybe i can show you if you come around today?" he proposed and who was i say to say no? i wanted to see him at the end of the day (even if i kept denying it to myself). "only if you want to, of course, no pressure."

"yeah i'm down for it, just send me the address." i said as he hung up to text me and told me the hour i should come around. he also told me that his roommates would probably not be around so i should not worry too much about the house being full of guys. the more i thought about it, i recalled all those nights where mingi would invite his friends and the house would be upside down by the end of it. 

did i care? no because at least his friends were hot.

oh god i'm down bad for everyone aren't i?

✉ ✉ ✉ 

when i got to his house i couldn't help but look around to see if i was at the right place. the walls were surrounded with graffiti art and a ton of letters from fans i was assuming. i knocked on the wooden door as i waited for jeongin, my head spinning as i tried to not feel too nervous about encountering him again. to my bad luck someone else opened the door and god it was a surprise.

"what are you doing here?" the one and only minho said to me. i sighed as i was flooded with memories of his face being around my house every single day. he wasn't unfamiliar to me but he also wasn't someone i was fond of and i did not expect to see him ever again. "did your brother send you?"

"why the fuck would my brother send me? are you serious minho?" i almost yelled at this point but i contained myself. i'm never gonna forget when i saw him last time and this is bringing back the worst in my head.

"oh god (y/n) i'm sorry, i tried kicking his ass out but he did- wait. do you two know each other?" jeongin asked as he got closer and looked at us waiting for an explanation. but first he let me in as minho rolled his eyes at my presence and i just shrugged.

their house was way bigger than the one i had with mingi and it looked more comfortable. but it did look like no one had cleaned it in a bit and the sun wasn't shining because the curtains were all covering the windows, it looked like a cave almost. it didn't feel weird to be here but it did feel odd to see minho again after so long and as i sat down next to jeongin, he looked at me with suspicious eyes.

"okay please someone explain why there is so much tension." jeongin said tired of minho's looks and you trying to ignore him as best as you could. 

"her brother owes me his whole career basically." minho said casually as he lit up a cigarette and gave me a sarcastic smile. of course that would have me fuming with anger and he knew what to say to piss me off, we never got along in the first place and this is just making it worse. "you can say whatever you want (y/n) but mingi would not be who he was today if it wasn't for me. i pushed him to do better, to start rapping, the fact that he pins all the blame on the shit that happened on me was fucking unfair and you know it."

"you pushed him to do drugs, do you realize that right? you guys were in high school and you were doing all kinds of shit. he was so out of it most of the time when he was at home and i couldn't even see him when he was in school because he was always with you doing god knows what." i said frustrated because i couldn't understand how a person could be so incompetent. 

"who the fuck didn't do drugs in high school? and how is it my responsibility? if he started it was because he wanted to." he tried to explain but i wasn't buying it, i knew what happened and i knew what mingi went through to get better. 

"you do know that i did not do any drugs in high school." i said convinced that his argument was fucking stupid and that he really needed to check his brain again. jeongin looked at me with a sympathetic look on his face as he was trying to understand both sides but it was hard because he didn't really know what happened all too well. he grabbed my hand and i sighed as i felt myself calm down when he was holding it.

"and i do know that you were a loser who didn't really have any friends other than your brother. also that's why someone left you!" he said and that stupid smile on his face, i wanted to punch the fuck out of him but jeongin stopped me. 

"hyung what the hell?" jeongin asked and this time it was minho's turn to shrug as if he didn't say anything bad. i stayed put though, i did not let it get to me because what he thought didn't matter at the end of the day. "i'm sorry noona, i didn't know it would be like this today." he said when minho walked away.

"it's okay innie, it's fine. i just did not expect to see him today or ever again for that matter." i explained as i laid my head on his shoulder and his hand found it's way to my thigh, caressing it slowly. "do you live with anyone else? other than the devil himself."

"i only live with him and changbin. well chan hyung lived here for some time as well and most of his things are here but he's always either at the studio or at someone's house doing unholy things." he said and that made me chuckle. good lord if he was doing things like what we saw at the after party i did not want to know what he was up to. "i wish it could be just us though, i needed to see you."

"i missed you too even though it hasn't even been a day." i said smiling as i looked at him and would you know? he was blushing just like yesterday. i took my chance to place myself on his lap as i put my arms around his neck and met him for a kiss, a bit more steamy and passionate than the one we had before.

"you know minho hyung can come back at any minute right?" he mumbled as he separated from the kiss but his grip on my waist tightened. he looked at me in a way i could not describe and it made me feel so shy all of the sudden but i kept my eyes on him.

"i don't care, he can watch for all i know." i said and he kissed me again, this time deeper than before and i swear i was starting to feel a sensation all over my body. he bit my lip and i couldn't help letting out a whine, he raised an eyebrow at me since i couldn't help but hide and feel embarrassed.

"you're so bold sometimes but you get flustered so easily. don't think i didn't notice how you were looking at my hyungs the other day before the competition." he whispered to me the last part as i tried to think about it, recalling what happened. it was hard to concentrate when i felt a pair of lips on my neck, leaving red marks all over it. i closed my eyes and all i could think about was chan winking at me to then be making out with some girl and randomly looking at me from time to time. 

"i wasn't looking at them like that innie." i responded and his hand was on my thigh again as he squeezed it. he knew i was lying, i've never been the best at pretending anyways and people can read me like a book.

"so i guess you won't care that changbin hyung asked about you at night and said he couldn't take his eyes off of you." he whispered delicately and i almost moaned from that comment alone. okay yeah i was feeling a weird way about this but i unfortunately liked it. i liked the attention and just wanted more from it, craved to be watched and needed to see where this would take me. "god baby you are a delight, of course no one could stop staring at you."

jeongin knew exactly what to say for me to feel like i was on my highest high and that was both exciting and terrifying. i felt his phone vibrate as he picked it up and saw that it was a call from someone i could not recognize but when i heard a certain voice everything stopped.

"jeongin? kid? are you there?" that could only be one person.

"hyunjin hyung. what happened?" jeongin asked and if my world wasn't small enough at that moment, i don't know what else to even say. it's like everything collided in one moment and for some reason in my head it was all making sense and making it feel like it was a trap.

they continued having a conversation but all i could focus was on hyunjin's voice. how i haven't heard him in so long that i almost forgot what it was like to even talk to him. how i haven't him in so long and yet i still remember his eyes so clearly. how every time i tried to move on, i was stuck in the past and it was happening all over again as i heard him speak to jeongin.

he hung up but i still felt odd, like things weren't clicking together about this place or these people i was getting to know.

"where do you know hyunjin from?" he asked as if he could read me like he knew me his whole life. my expression was giving me away anyways as i tried to recall the past that i tried so hard to forget about but someone interrupted me anyways as i got up.

"he was her ex in high school." minho said but this time there wasn't any sarcasm or cockiness in him, it was just plain information like he had been studying me through my whole high school journey. 

"really? but hasn't he been with seunghee since high school?" jeongin asked and he didn't know how much that question hurt me. but he didn't know any better and i couldn't blame him, i didn't expect for our whole high school drama to follow us years late but here we were.

minho sighed as he looked at me. his eyes weren't judging me anymore, they were pitying me and i think that's way worse. he knew what he said earlier was wrong, i could see it in him but he would never apologize even if he could. he was just too full of himself and saying sorry was too hard of a job for him.

"he's still with seunghee?" i asked as if it wasn't obvious enough that jeongin just said it but i needed minho to confirm it and he did with a nod. it was all the emotions that i felt as a teen rushing through me again like a wave. 

"he hasn't left that bitch ever since you two broke up." he clarified and i nodded as i took in the information. "i'll take you home since it's late and i know where it is."

i didn't even have time to tell him to fuck off as jeongin said goodbye to me and minho grabbed my wrist to take me to his car. i got in it anyways because even if i despised him with my whole being, i didn't have it in me to go home alone at such an hour and also he knows me since forever. the silence was uncomfortable but at least i wasn't all alone to deal with my feelings because if i was, i would be crying my eyes out.

"your brother wanted to beat the shit out of him when he found out." minho said which surprised me because i didn't expect him to strike up a conversation or for him to mention my brother. i remember mingi was mad but he didn't show it as he held me the night that it all went down. i said before that he hated all of my boyfriends and thought they were idiots but hyunjin made him boil. "i had to get him to calm down and now that hyunjin started doing freestyle as well, i hope they never cross paths."

"why are you taking me home? i thought you hated me." i said and he laughed which had me more confused than ever because why the fuck would he laugh? 

"i never hated you. i know you do hate me and i don't give a fuck about it but mingi was my friend for a really long fucking time and i know when you get sad, hearing about hyunjin again just brought you down." he said and looked at me for a moment but then continued driving. "i can't fail mingi even if he despises me, i know you're the most important thing that happened to him in his words, yes he said this to me once."

i nodded as i took in every word he said and smiled a little bit at the last part. it made me want to cry knowing that mingi felt this way and also that minho still held on to the bond he formed with my brother even if mingi couldn't even see him.

"you'll be alright." he said to me as he parked near my house but not in the entrance because he knew if mingi saw him with me, everything could go down horribly. "i'll make sure you're alright..."

that's what he said when i stepped out of the car, thinking that i didn't hear him but i heard word for word.

[sunbeamah]

Deleted Scene from Trouble in Tokyo #2

You can read the full fic here!

TIT deleted scenes 1 and 3

This is a completely scrapped scene, so the events in the fic are different, but I initially planned TIT to be a oneshot, so this was meant to be the meeting scene!

When Yuuji got a boyfriend, the entire Kusozu household was up in arms. 

“What’s his name?” Choso managed, playing it so cool. So, so cool.

Yuuji smiled widely, a faint pink dusting his cheeks. 

“Fushiguro Megumi.” Yuuji said. The amount of joy and awe he imbued into something as simple as his boyfriend’s name took Choso aback. But not too aback.

“Your friend from school?” Choso said. “I knew he looked at you weird…”

“Huh?” Yuuji said, looking a bit put-upon. 

“Anyway,” Choso said. “How long have you two been dating?”

“Hm? Just today! I know people probably wait to tell their family about a relationship, but I’m excited and it makes me happy– so I wanted to tell you straight away.” 

“Ass-kisser.” Sukuna scoffed.

“Don’t know if he’ll be the one doing the ass-kissing in that relationship.” Eso said. Sukuna snorted, and Kechizu bumped his head against Eso’s elbow to get into the conversation.

“I saw Fushiguro stare at his ass too!”

“What?!” 

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And if that wasn't bad enough, Sukuna just had to go out that night and get drunk at a party.

Choso was fuming, Yuuji could see it in his eyes. But he was also really, really worried and that took priority over scolding Sukuna, who was obviously very distressed. 

Obviously very distressed because he was sobbing and crying real, actual tears as he clung to Yuuji and babbled absolute nonsense at him. 

“And I would never, ever kill you by ripping your heart out or cutting your head off or forcing you to eat all 20 of my fingers or—”

“I know, Suku-nii.” Yuuji said, looking resolutely ahead and wondering if it wasn’t just alcohol Sukuna had taken tonight. Choso would probably be the one asking him, if he weren't also crying because Sukuna was. This household...

“And I know it sounds fucking stupid but I don’t want you to get a boyfriend yet because you’re my twin and I only just got you, why should he take you away? And he’s not even good enough for you he’s a fucking wimp I could, honestly, I could fucking destroy him. And your boyfriend should- should be someone, should ask me if he can have you first! He never even asked me! And I would say no! And he never even payed— any— fucking— dowry!” Sukuna hiccuped violently between his slurred words.

Yuuji sighed long and hard.

"I know. Suku-nii."

"Y'know Uraume never paid us any dowry either and you're fine dating them." Kechizu said, using a makeup wipe to carefully wipe Sukuna's eyeliner off.

"I'm not dating Uraume!" Sukuna sobbed, sounding downright miserable.

"You could be." Yuuji snarked. It was the wrong thing to do, apparently, because seconds later Drunkuna was pushing him so hard he landed halfway across the room.

"Shut up! You don't know anything!"

"Yes I do!" Yuuji scoffed, glaring at him as he picked himself up. He rubbed his tailbone lightly. He just knew he was gonna have a bruise the size of his face there tomorrow.

"Are you alright, Yuuji?" Choso asked, leaving a glass of water with Sukuna before coming over to see if he could do anything, all the while wiping his own tears away.

"Yeah, I— oof!"

Yuuji was cut off by a sudden tackle from Drunkuna. For a second, he thought his twin was picking a fight, so he geared himself up to throw him off and pay him back for the bruise— but the hits never came.

Instead, Sukuna was sobbing again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you..." He cried.

Yuuji sighed.

"Yeah, yeah, you big baby." He muttered.

"Smile!"

"What—"

And before he could react or try to stop him, Eso was taking a picture and immortalising the moment.

Even though it would 100% be at the expense of Sukuna over him, Yuuji couldn't bring himself to feel any of the mischievous joy he usually would at the thought of embarrassing his twin. Instead, he wondered, not for the first time, what exactly he'd gotten himself into.

"Let's get him to play Fortnite next!" Eso said, hurrying over to the TV.

What indeed.

[myloveforhergoeson]

Lengthy comment left.

I make no apologies. ;)

oh my friend thank you so much!! literally just the sheer size of the comment in my email made my heart swell so so so much. i truly cannot put into words how much your support means to me :') thank you for giving me the space to share my story and talk about it all the time and taking precious time away from your day to dive into my content and share your thoughts <3

now, everything i have to say under the cut <3

"I love how Roxy was so excited when Gustavo mentioned going multiplatinum. Of course that would be her main focus. She's not interested in the sold out stadiums. She wants the awards."

yes!! while she's not worried about awards in the sense that collecting them means something in hollywood, its more about the reach of her music - someone nominating a song of hers for an award, what that implies about the impact and the effect of her words... good lord im crying just thinking about it 😭

"I love how you actually focused on another reason the New Town High song was a big deal - especially for Kendall. Being able to have one of his songs - preferably a love song - on his girlfriend's show would be a big deal for him. I actually wish the show focused on that angle a bit more."

thank you!! i know on here we like to joke about how season 3 and 4 kind of erase everyone's characterization from the first few seasons, but personally i've always felt this episode in particular also falls into that category. so weird for kendall to be a gustavo ass kisser, so i definitely needed to give him a reason if that's how i was going to write the story :)

kendall: write a song about love for my girlfriends show because im in love with her

roxy: what's that? you want to sing another song about my boyfriend?

"Okay, first of all, Storm in a Teacup or Rip-Off the Old Block are awesome song titles."

I'M TRYING SO HARD 😭 <- someone who could never be a songwriter. something early 2000s pop punk bands loved to do was take a common phrase and twist it into new meanings or make it punny or combine it with another phrase (i.e. i'm like a lawyer with the way i'm always trying to get you off) (i love you pete wentz) so that's my attempt at a small nod to her taking inspiration from the scene around her to write her music in minnesota <3 now that it's all pop, her content's shifted just a bit for more palatable and straightforward titles

"And I love the way she immediately starts thinking about what her dad used to do for her when she was sick and immediately apply it to James. It was a very sweet touch."

in my first draft james actually fought her a bit more about taking care of him because he really didn't want her to get sick! but when i was writing out the parts where she was taking care of him i was thinking 'she's 17 where did she learn all of this?' and there's only one person that could've been LMAO so i took their back and forth out and made it more narrative, glad you thought it was a sweet touch :)

"And I love how James fell asleep on her. Shows how comfortable he is with her. (Also, the falling asleep in the middle of a conversation... that's my dad sometimes - the only difference is James doesn't snore.)"

i regret to inform you james diamond does snore but i cut it out of the final drift. at the end of the chapter when james makes fun of her for being a double dipper the conversation was essentially

james: rox! gross!

roxy: you literally just kissed me with tongue? and don't act like you're so perfect - you literally snore so loud you big jerk

james: don't you ever imply that i snore again!

roxy: imply? i'm stating it as fact

which was not as good as what i came up with afterward hehe

"Hallelujah! Thank you, Jesus! Communication wins out in the end!"

😭 me when i project my communication issues onto my oc and then fix them 😭

"Why do I suddenly want Dak to appear again so Roxy can rub her newfound happiness in his face?"

i want dak to come back so bad (i say as the author of this story like i don't make the decisions) because i miss writing him aghhhh ! he will at some point some time eventually i just need to make up my mind about when. i have a few ideas but i'm not really married to any just yet. same with stephanie!! when will she return from the war!!!!!

"Oh. Then the jerks from Roxy's past had to come and ruin it. Once again, I shall like to offer my services in dealing with the douches. Maybe the guys and Gustavo could team up and destroy their career before it can even take off. Maybe something a la what they did to WayneWayne is in order..."

no comment. just love your ideas sm!

thank you so so so much again! <333

[camaro-and-smokes]

Nightmares

Chapter 1: Billy

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Major Character Death Categories: Multi Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Everyone Is Alive, Post-Battle of Starcourt, Post-Season 04, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Nightmares, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Gay Billy Hargrove, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Disabled Billy Hargrove, Disabled Steve Harrington, Disabled Eddie Munson, Harringroveson, Metalsandwich, Harringrove, Mungrove, Steddie, Everyone is grown up, Established Relationship, Additional Tags to Be Added

Moodboard by the wonderful @a-redharlequin

HEADS-UP: If you're triggered easily, as a general head's up: there's graphical descriptions of injuries and how they happen, though everything is pretty much canon, and also there's canonical character deaths mentioned and described but all characters end up living.As a personal note: as someone who had to come to terms in living with the cards I've been dealt with, I've wondered how these three would come to terms with a new set of really shitty cards. And because there's hardly any angst for them as a trio, here's some. Enjoy 💜

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Chapter: [CH 1: Billy] [CH 2: Eddie] [CH 3: Steve] [CH 4: Eddie] / ?

Summary: It was just another night at the Harrington-Hargrove-Munson residence. They were adults, all of them in their thirties. Yet the past tugged their insides from time to time and reminded them about the horrors they’d experienced as teens. All of it felt like a twisted, fucked up dream to them. But their bodies reminded every single day that those things really happened.

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He’s falling. He feels light as a feather as he floats in the air, out of time and place, between this second and the next one. He wants to remain here where there are no burdens, no hurt, just peace. Here he’s free. But then he feels his stomach drop as the gravity snags him and starts to pull him towards the floor. The scream that just left his mouth hollow is still ringing in his ears. It’s one of the last things that’s still lingering, apart from his life.

For the shortest of moments, he thinks how nice it is that there are fireworks. It’s the fourth of July after all. The thought of going to the quarry and see the fireworks over the city sky from up there passes his mind. Maybe he’d finally make the move he’d thought about for a while now and kiss Steve. He wants so much to know how Steve’s lips feel like against his own, if they're soft or chapped. To know how Steve tastes like and if he really is as good a kisser as the girls at school say he is.

But he’s falling. He feels his life pouring out of him, leaving him and vanishing into that ethereal peace that was in between time. It's twirling from this plane of existence into another one like water into a drain.

He always thought dying would hurt. That he would feel pain when he was dying. But now as he’s here, actively dying, even as the mind flayer has ripped his chest apart, there’s none of that. There’s only remorse.

Remorse over things he never said. ‘Max, you’re not so bad.’ ‘Fuck you, Dad.’ ‘Mom, why the fuck did you leave me?’ Or over things he never did. Not kissing Steve on top of it all. Remorse that his life was already ending before it had even started.

The fall ends as he meets the floor. His whole body bounces at the impact when the hard concrete tiles greet his wrecked body. The hit is hard enough to spurt the blood that was clogging his lungs out of his mouth.

He hears someone calling his name, but the sound is muffled, like it’s coming from underground. Suddenly, he’s so, so tired. All he wants to do is sleep. To vanish into that place between time.

But the voice is persistently calling him.

He feels someone touching him. Warm hand stroking his chest and shoulder, a colder hand gently caressing his cheek.

“Billy...” the voice calls. “Billy, you need to wake up.” “Wake up, Billy...” another voice says. “You’re having a nightmare, baby.”

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Billy snapped awake. He could still hear his own scream in his ears, and it gave him a strange déjà vu as he saw the shadows dancing in the ceiling, around the dome light. He’d been here before. In this room, screaming just like this. And that’s how he returned to the now. He was home.

He was breathing heavily, like he’d just run a marathon or something. But he was alive. More than he’d ever been.

“I’ll go get some water,” the other voice said, and someone got up from the bed, making the springs of the mattress creak. And then Steve was looking at him, smiling affectionately. “Hey, baby,” he said and laid next to BIlly, placing his arm over his chest. “You came back.”

Billy turned one his side to face Steve and broke into heavy, heaving sobs. He was so happy that he was here, alive, and in Steve’s embrace. Steve pulled BIlly tightly against him, wrapping him in a warm embrace. “You’re okay, Billy,” he murmured, and pressed a kiss on Billy’s temple. “You’re alive, you’re at home. You’re safe, baby.”

“How’s he?” Eddie asked when he came back into the room with the glass of water and set it on the nightstand. “I think he saw the one where he died again,” Steve replied. Eddie grimaced. “Ouch.” He laid himself against Billy, wrapping himself around him, and searched for Billy’s fingers that he found tightly clenched into fists against Steve’s chest. He kissed Billy’s neck softly as he rubbed the fists gently to help the tension in them to ease. “Babe, you’re safe. Nothing can hurt you.”

It was just another night at the Harrington-Hargrove-Munson residence. They were adults, all of them in their thirties. Yet the past tugged their insides from time to time and reminded them about the horrors they’d experienced as teens. All of it felt like a twisted, fucked up dream to them. But their bodies reminded every single day that those things really happened.

Compared to Billy, even Eddie’s experience of how the end might come wasn’t as bad. And according to Steve, his issues where nowhere near neither of them. Both Billy and Eddie rolled their eyes whenever Steve said that dying was the only serious injury on his scale, so his problems were minor.

It wasn't a pissing match between them but Billy had drawn the shortest straw. Steve and Dustin had done their best in giving him CPR the whole 14 minutes it took the paramedics to arrive at the mall. They had done a miracle and first gotten his pulse back and then kept him alive long enough, though just barely. The surgeons had been operating on him at the hospital for twenty-one hours, all of which Steve had spent in the waiting room, refusing to be taken to the ER and rest.

Everyone had said that Billy would never wake up. That his body had suffered so badly that it would’ve needed a miracle to bring him back in any form.

Billy’s father had already decided to pull the plug on Billy when Steve'd started to talk to Billy. He had talked about everything that had happened, and then slowly, he had started to tell Billy how he felt. How he’d had a crush on him for a while and that he was sorry that he’d done nothing about it. After he’d confessed his feelings, a few hours later, Billy’s brain had showed signs of activity.

Steve had literally brought Billy back.

He was kept in a coma for one more month more before the doctors finally had woke him up.

----------

”Hey,” Steve said when Billy slowly opened his eyes. Billy heard Steve swallow hard and let out a soft, uneven breath. He squinted at the brightness that assaulted his eyes and he grimaced, closing his eyes again swiftly. Something clicked, and the light turned off. ”It’s dark now. You can look,” Steve said. Billy opened his eyes again, his eyelids heavy. He looked up blinking slowly, but couldn't really see anything else but shadows. Shutting and opening his eyelids was hard, as if his eyes had been closed for ages. “You came back,” Steve whispered. Billy tried to talk, but his vocal chords didn’t catch the command from his brain and all that came out was a raspy breath. ”Oh, yeah, water,” Steve said and soon pressed the straw on Billy’s lips. Billy took a sip and almost immediately had a coughing fit as the water fell into his windpipe. ”Okay, take your time. You haven’t used your mouth and all that stuff for a very long time. And you had a tube in your throat for a while too to help you breathe.” ”Where am I?” Billy asked when he could breathe steadily again. His voice sounded all wrong to his own ears, like a crow’s caw, and speaking hurt. ”You’re in a hospital,” Steve said and placed his hand on Billy’s. The touch felt familiar to Billy. As if it was so natural that his body had gotten used to it. He tried to move his hand, but it barely twitched. Steve picked up the hint and wrapped his fingers around it, squeezing lightly. ”You’ve been here for a while.” Steve paused. He swallowed hard several times.

Billy something wet falling on his hand. Tears. Steve was crying.

”The doctors thought you’d never wake up,” Steve continued with a wobbling voice. ”Fuck them,” Billy croaked. Steve let out a relieved laugh. ”I can't tell you how happy I am you woke up.” Billy was too tired to speak more, but he turned his lips into a tiny smile. Steve squeezed Billy's hand a bit tighter. ”You need to sleep. I’ll stay for a while longer.” Steve swallowed again loudly. ”I’m glad I was here when you woke up for the first time. I’ll bring Max to see you tomorrow after I pick her up from school.”

Even after being awake barely for ten minutes, Billy already had so many questions he needed answers. Foremost about how he was alive.

Because he remembered dying. Being swooped into darkness and simply not existing anymore. Being snuffed out like a candle. No film of the events of his life running in front of his eyes, no bright light poetically inviting him into it, no deceased relatives waiting for him at the gates. Just...nothing.

But his eyelids were heavy, and they forced themselves closed.

----------

“I died,” Billy whispered when his sobs eased. “Yeah. You did,” Steve said, stroking Billy’s side. “But now you’re alive and kicking,” Eddie said, and snuggled tighter into Billy’s neck. “Do you want some water?” “I want a shower,” Billy said as he became aware of the dampness on his back, his forehead, and the sheets under him. “Do you need help?” Steve asked quietly as he stood up and helped Billy up. “’m fine. You just go back to sleep.”

When Billy left the room, Steve and Eddie looked at each other. ‘As if’ was silently hanging in the air between them. There was no sleeping after Billy screamed his lungs out in a cold sweat, startling them awake and switching their lizard brains instantly into panic mode.

“I’ll go make some coffee,” Eddie said and got up. Steve sighed. “I’ll change the sheets.” Eddie was almost out of the room when Steve continued. “I’m so tired,” he sniffled. “I’m just so fucking tired.” Eddie turned back into the room and rushed to Steve. “Hey! No need for that, babe,” he said and wrapped his arms around his shaking lover. Steve hugged him back and buried his face into Eddie’s hair. “I know,” Eddie continued and gently swayed them from side to side, calming Steve’s sniffles. “You gotta sleep in the other room for a while again.” “But it feels so wrong,” Steve whispered. “Babe,” Eddie said and pulled back to look at Steve. He placed his hands on Steve’s cheeks. “Do we really have to have this same discussion each time the anniversary gets closer?” Steve looked past Eddie’s gaze, biting his lip and looking miserable. “You know Billy understands and I understand. It’s not for forever.” “I know,” Steve whispered. “You need sleep. Please, Steve.” “I hate you need to take care of me like this,” Steve said quietly. “Of course I’ll take care of you. Because you're a fucking caretaker, you put everyone else first and won't leave anything for yourself. And then you break into hives without warning and can't stand straight for days and at that point you're no good to anyone. Who else is there to take care of you but me or Billy, hmm? I love you." “I love you too," Steve whispered. “I’ll go make some coffee. You change the sheets. But you should go back to bed then, honestly. Just sleep in the guest room. I put the sheets there the other day, ready for Max and Lucas when they come for the fourth. I’ll stay awake with Billy.” "I don't think I can sleep anymore, I have to leave in an hour or so anyway. But I'll sleep there tonight. Should we call Max and cancel?” “No fucking way! We’re not letting this shit stop ourselves from living this time either.” “I guess you’re right.” “You know I am. Now, c’mon, let’s go.”

Billy let the hot water run on his back. His scars tightened and ached whenever he had nightmares about the past events and hot water eased both symptoms. He was re-living the horrors of his past with his whole body, and especially when the nightmares were of his death.

The dream was still haunting him, even though he reminded himself that he was awake and that it was just a dream. He could still feel the mind flayer’s tentacle pulling his insides, and he rubbed the massive scar it had left behind, trying to rub the memory away.

The nightmares always became more frequent with the anniversary of the events getting closer and as the fourth of July was just around the corner, he'd been waking up screaming and covered in cold sweat three-four nights a week for the past few weeks.

Which meant that none of them really got to sleep properly, but he felt especiqlly shitty to have awaken Steve, again. He could see just by looking at Steve’s face that he wasn’t getting enough sleep.

He had told Steve that he should sleep in the guest room with earplugs and not to stress over him. That it was more important for Steve to be able to work over these few weeks than to stick literally by his side. Steve couldn't handle any stress anymore, and waking up several nights a week to his boyfriend screaming wasn't exactly good for him. But the idiot wouldn't listen 'because it feels wrong to leave you guys alone'. He loved Steve more than life but by god could that man sometimes be stubborn in all the wrong ways.

And besides, Eddie was always there when Billy couldn't sleep because he didn’t have to be awake at dawn like Steve did. Obviously it made it difficult for Steve to get to work when Eddie had to stay awake with him—because Eddie was their designated driver. Steve would have to take the taxi—again.

He could always drive Steve to work too, of course, as it was one of the few things he could actually do, but Steve didn’t trust him to drive after he’d had nightmares. The horrors might still jump in on him in the next junction if something unexpected happened and he’d lose sense of where he was. Steve was right, of course. Like he always was.

Which felt like shit, too. That he still wasn’t able to handle a thing like that, staying in the present after some dream and more than a decade later. His shrink always said that he’d gone through ‘an unfathomably stressful event'. He’d probably suffer from the aftereffects for the rest of his life. And that he 'should just try to adjust to that thought'.

He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. He dried himself and put on a robe and opened the medicine cabinet, taking two pills from the Ativan bottle with his name on it. He stared at the tiny white tablets for a while before swallowing them dry. He hated it that he had to take fucking pills so that he could live a somewhat normal life. Not that it ever had been that, not really, but especially not anymore. He grimaced.

Just like about the shock of dying, the shrink always reminded him it was okay to take care of his family the way his body allowed him to. His nerves had been fried in several parts of his body and in general his body just didn't work like it should've. Could probably be expected after what he'd gone through.

The worst were his legs. There were good days when he could walk around almost like he used to and then there were days he couldn't even get up from bed without his cane. At least he could still drive, but not with a normal car. Though, he'd pretty much gotten over the humiliation of having to control the car just by hands when Steve had bought him a new Camaro with adjusted controls.

He did what he could and he consciously knew that he pulled his weight. But for some reason, even after all this time, taking care of their home, cars, and cooking—and being hell of a cook—didn't feel like enough. He wasn’t bringing any money to the table. He was just a parasite...

Eddie halted Billy’s thoughts by drumming his fingers on the bathroom door. “Hey, sweet cheeks, stop spiraling into hopelessness.” Billy tsked, “Don’t fucking call me that,” he groaned. “Gets your attention every single time, though.” Billy snorted. “And you have sweet cheeks, peaches.” “Fuck off, Munson.” Eddie laughed. “Come on, there’s coffee.” Billy unlocked the door and opened it ajar, knowing Eddie was right behind it. A hand with a mug of steaming coffee extended from behind the door. “Your coffee, milord,” Eddie said dramatically. Billy took the mug, and Eddie grabbed the door handle from his side, fully opening the door and bowing as deep as he could, stretching his arm out. “Welcome to the land of the living.” Billy wanted to call Eddie an asshole for calling him sweet cheeks yet again. Eddie knew he absolutely loathed that nickname. But the bowing gesture made him feel warm and fuzzy, and he couldn’t help but to smile a little.

They went into the kitchen, where Steve was making breakfast for himself. Billy set his mug onto the kitchen counter and wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist, pressing his face into the nape of Steve’s neck. “You should be back in bed.” Steve leaned his head on Billy’s. “It’s okay.” Billy placed his jaw on Steve’s shoulder, and Steve turned his head to give a peck on his lips. “I’m sorry I woke you up again,” Billy whispered and stroke Steve's chest with his hands. “Don’t be, baby,” Steve whispered back. “I should’ve gotten up soon, anyway. Might as well go to work a bit early. I’ll pick up something to eat on the way home so you can rest.”

Eddie turned on the cooker hood as he sat on a bar stool next to the cooker. He took the ashtray from the kitchen counter. “Was it any different this time?” he asked Billy as he lit a cigarette to go with their coffees. Billy shook his head as he pulled another bar stool by the cooker. He took the smoke from Eddie, taking a drag. “No. Just the same old same old. Being ripped apart, falling, dying. All the good stuff.” “I’ve actually started to die in a new way in my nightmares,” Eddie said as he lit a smoke for himself. Steve joined the discussion. “Oh? That’s new.” Eddie nodded. “It’s not always the bats that kill me anymore. Sometimes it’s my blood. The fucking virus they left behind.” Steve looked at Eddie, concerned. “When did the dreams change?” Eddie smiled at him sadly. “A while back. I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d worry, babe. It doesn’t make any difference, anyway. They’re just bad dreams.” “What did doctor Owens say when you were checked last time?” Steve asked, not convinced. “Babe, I told you. Everything is as good as it can be, considering everything. I go there again next week.” He took a drag from his smoke and tapped the ash from the end of the smoke into the ashtray. “Did I tell about the new shit he wants to try on me?” “That some experimental drug for treating...what was it? Blood cancer?" Billy said. “Yeah, that one. He says that he’s hopeful about it,” Eddie said mockingly. “Eddie, you shouldn’t...” Steve started. “Yeah, I should try to remain positive about it,” Eddie interrupted him. “I know, Steve. You know it always just...isn’t that easy.” Billy stroked Eddie’s cheek with his fingers, then pushed a strand of hair that had gotten loose from Eddie’s bun behind his ear. “You’re alive, baby. That’s all that matters.” Eddie clenched his jaw, and the smoke between his fingers trembled a little. “Oh baby,” Billy said and took Eddie’s free hand in his, squeezing it gently. “You’re important to us, to me and Steve. We love you. Nothing would be the same without you. It’s all worth it.” “He said that I should take a week or two off from work when the treatments start,” Eddie said quietly. “Apparently that shit is potent.” “When will it start?” “Next month, when the first preliminary testing phase for the drug starts.”

[theodoraflowerday]

young royals s3e1 episode reaction:

oh god oh lord

let's go

and his LAWYER? is this about sara reporting him?

oh ludwig speaks

THEYRE BEING SUPPORTIVE???? I fr thought their marriage was a sham lol

PILLS????? KRISTINA??????????

bro wille really is a mini kristina huh.

wait simon's never been to the palace before has he?

a SETTLEMENT??????????

BRO HE POSTED CSAM TO THE INTERNET WDYM A SETTLEMENT

oh. my god burn it to the GROUND LINDA

oh? oh my god? what the fuck???

"piss person" well you little bitch baby that is Indeed what you are so

ugh

Linda is so right but so is Simon

I really hope this isn't how it's solved tho I wanna see August burning

"I just want it to be over" oh my baby boy oh my son

what's this hi hi what is this heartstopper

CAN Y'ALL KISS??? IVE WAITED LIKE A YEAR AND A HALF?

"cozy" oh kflfjdlfjdlgkdlgkdlgkdl little shit

(ps if I didn't rewatch yesterday I fully wouldn't have caught that throwback)

when Simon touched the curtain I knew kslfjdlfjdlfjdlfj

THEYRE SUCH PRETTY KISSERS IM GONNA RIP MY LEGS OFF

IS THIS HOW YOU IMAGINED IT

THIS IS BETTER

BROOOOOOOOOOO IM GONNA SHOOT MYSELF IN THE FOOT

omfg they're SO CUTE I'M LOSING MY MIND

oh OH oh they're GOING at it

oh come ON

well that was precious as all hell

and now they're going back inside as if they weren't dry humping in wille's room 3 minutes ago. kings.

I want to smash rickard's face against a fire pit

simon: oh fuck. wille: oh yea you're lucky I didn't shoot you piece of shit

I'm losing my mind at linda being extremely surprised while kristina's like "sighs yeah. fucking figures. erik would never"

also losing my mind at wille's face lil bro is like AND I WILL DO IT AGAIN BAP BAP BAP

[maddie voice] FUCK YOU AUGUST

oh now linda's all disappointed. ok. be a better mom then.

i will literally rip August's face off idc

KRISTINA??????????

KRISTINA

omg felice

oh baby girl no

BUT SARA WAS A SNAKE

I want to give felice so many hugs my bbg

oh my god farima what the fuck sjgldjfkdjfldkf

WHAT THE FUCK

oh my god she really said "ok you're super gay now, wonderful, how can we use this to our advantage"

WELL ASK THEM?? YOU'RE THE LITERAL MOTHER IN THIS SCENARIO. ACT LIKE ONE.

linda has been pissing me tf off since last season idc

omg someone snitched on hillerska

OH

OHHHHHH

OH THEY KISSED IN PUBLIC

OH MY GOD

OH THEYRE GOING ALL OUT

hey now hey now this is what dreams are made of etc etc

BOTH THE CROWN PRINCE AND YOUR BOYFRIEND

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAA

B O Y F R I E N D

let's fuckin GOOOOO ENDGAME BITCHES

if simon sneaks out it's gonna bite them in the ass tho lmao

"sleep with a freshman" August did that twice lmao gross

OH THEY KNEW

OH MY GOD HE'S DOWN BAD

vincent is such an asshole barfs

DONT TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT AWAJFLSJFKSJFSKJ

fine. I'm coming out. i am a big august/sara enjoyer.

not the tiny heart that's so fucking cute

he can't get tattoos?? that's such bullshit. get a tramp stamp wille it's what you deserve

not felice unloading on wille and simon HDKFJDKGJ babygirl I love you and you need a therapist bc that's so inappropriate

"how do you get over your best friend" felice baby im gonna send you a google doc called the lesbian masterpost hang on

yeah of course that piece of shit nasty asshole talked to the press lmfao

"ex" y'all kissed like twice, [clare from derry girls voice] look at the state of ya

actually? can rosh and ayub talk to him? with their fists? and a knife preferably?

you know, I actually kinda like nils. he's so fucked up but you can see he genuinely cares abt wille. in his own lil fucked up extremely upper class way.

SARA

SARA NOOOOOOOOOOOO

oh lmfao that's literally how my dad's house looks like when I show up haha sad

omg are they gonna initiate her again

OMG

OMG BABY GIRLS

BRO THEYRE GONNA CLEAN HER ROOM AND TAKE HER TO NEW YORK

TEEN GIRLS BRO

oh wille seems so cozy. wonder what's going to go down now.

oh did they write an article abt simon

oh

oh it was not about simon

oh sweet baby jesus

I mean. it was totally alexander wasn't it lmfao

but also like....... I love that they're blowing that shit up. blow that school up.

ALL CLASSES?????

aw they're sitting together. boyfriends.

"did that happen to you" how is wille more worried abt the gay porn one and not ALL THE OTHER SHIT THEY DID TO HIM

oh I like her she reminds me of the lady from the incredibles

ohhhh

NOT THE PHONES TOO?

get over yourself vincent. fuck you vincent.

oh they're gonna close this shit

aaaaaaaaaaaaaa

fuck okay wonderful

[zipzin]

The Law of Entropy - Chapter 6: The Devil Works Hard, but I Work Harder (Also on Ao3)

A/N: And here's the conclusion, thanks for reading :)

On the last day of finals, an hour before her last, Rosita found herself across from Jeremy in a coffee shop less than a block from campus. She had dragged him here, tired of his jittery nerves for their last test and needing a change of space. Any more studying would be useless, and after the last final that fried her brain, she needed a break.

“So,” Jeremy said, as he took a sip of his latte and winced at the temperature, “You and Waverly.”

“There is no me and Waverly,” Rosita rolled her eyes, “You know that.”

“I also heard that she laid a fat one on you.” He chuckled.

“Jeremy.”

“Is she a terrible kisser?”

“Jeremy.” Rosita kicked him. She wondered if he had a permanent bruise on his shin.

He winced, “I couldn’t believe you gave up.”

“By less than a week,” Rosita rolled her eyes, “And getting her with Nicole is a lost cause.”

“Are you serious?”

“You were in the library.”

He sighed. “Yeah, okay.”

“I know when to stop meddling. And give up.” Rosita stared down at her own latte. At this rate, Nicole and Waverly would live together forever and sabotage all their relationships, and well, a lot of people aren’t even that lucky.

He snorted. “And,” He stared into his coffee, “Now you and Wynonna can finally figure things out.”

“There’s nothing to figure out,” Rosita stated, “We are just hooking up, having a good time, and,” It sounded unconvincing even in her ears.

“Rosita,” Jeremy said, “It’s okay to have feelings.”

Rosita just sighed, “Okay, fine, I like her?” She shrugged, “Is that so bad? No, except that this is Wynonna who doesn’t do relationships. So where does that leave me?”

Jeremy waited, “Have you talked to her?”

“Obviously not.” Rosita rolled her eyes, “What point is there to end it earlier?”

“So how do you know that she doesn’t like you either?”

“Jeremy.”

“I’m right!” He laughed, “Rosita, I may have never met Wynonna, and I might be exclusively into men, but you are a catch! And if I learned anything from Waverly about Wynonna is that she has a big heart.”

“A big heart?” Rosita felt like throwing up in her mouth.

He rolled his eyes, “Wynonna clearly loves Waverly a lot. And from what you’ve said, she likes hanging out with you too. I just don’t think it would be that crazy that maybe she’d be interested in something other than a hookup. Like, she could be you know. Interested in you.

“You don’t have to take my advice,” He continued, “So maybe take your own. Haven’t you been complaining for so long that Nicole and Waverly just need to talk to each other?”

“Jeremy,” She sighed.

He held out his hands, “Okay, fine, but just think about it. Don’t shoot yourself in the foot because you just assumed and never talked about it.”

Rosita didn’t look up until Jeremy changed the subject, “Are you excited about the next test?”

“Is anyone excited by a test?”

“Okay, fair, but,” And he launched into a string of hero worship for the TA. She was going to miss this little nerd. At least it wasn’t the last semester.

On the way home, and it would be a month before she had to do the drive again, Rosita couldn’t do much but replay Jeremy’s words in her head. She could be you know. Interested in you.

She hated that it caused a flutter in her chest. That even the mere possibility of it made her smile and ache with want for it to be true. And now, she didn’t even have finals to distract her from the very large mess that she was in. Hell, would she still be able to live in Purgatory after she broke Waverly’s heart? (She just knew no one would believe that it would be a mutual breakup, even if everyone knew that Waverly was totally gone for Nicole. It would still somehow be her fault.)

After this fake dating thing ended, and Waverly and Nicole continued their normal pathetic dance around each other, she would end it. “Like ripping off a bandaid.” Rosita muttered to herself. And now, great, she was talking to herself.

Jeremy might think there’s a chance, but she knew there wasn’t. And the longer she let this go on, the worse she’d feel when it finally ended. Better to end it herself and she could avoid looking like a blubbering idiot when Wynonna decided to. Just she needed to figure out when, she wasn’t ready to walk away from the great sex and conversation yet.

She wasn’t sure she could keep her sanity in this whole situation without it. But once everything died down, she would do it.

And hey, Wynonna still hung out with Doc, so she probably wasn’t going to lose everything. It would be fine. Totally fine.

Rosita gave a determined nod. She would be chill and fine and this was all going to work out. And next semester, she’d find someone emotionally available. Or, as emotionally available as she was.

Wynonna: waves

Wynonna: hey

Wynonna: hi

Wynonna: you there?????

Waverly: wyn i have finals can this wait????

Wynonna: ummmm

Wynonna: i need ur help

Waverly: my help???

Waverly: what for

Wynonna: how do you woo a woman?

Waverly: are you seriously asking me how to WOO NICOLE

Wynonna: what?

Wynonna: nicole?

Waverly: she’s your girlfriend??? and your best friend????

Wynonna: oh right, yeah, i meant generally tho

Waverly: you’ve dated

Wynonna: yeah but i don’t woo

Wynonna: i am wooed

Waverly: ok

Waverly: i mean what do you like?

Waverly: that people do for you

Waverly: general rule of thumb that will work

Wynonna: you really are the genius of the family

Waverly: do you need a doctor? this is common sense

Wynonna: bye luv u

Wynonna: good luck on your final

She’s about to enter the only grocery store in Purgatory when a loud honk startled her and she whipped around. She swore to God if this is Champ or one of his…

Wynonna leaned out of the window of her truck, “Bus-tits-los, what are you doing tonight?”

I will be chill, Rosita thought, I will be very chill, there’s no reason to not be chill. “I was just going to grab things for dinner.”

“Would you be opposed to having company for dinner?”

“Um, that’d be great!” It came out slightly too high for Rosita to feel good about, and then she remembered the absolute mess of her apartment from multiple nights of panic induced study sessions. “Could we go to yours?”

Wynonna navigated into a tight parking space with an ease that Rosita envied. “Sure,” She said as she joined her at the curb, “We can go hang at the ole Homestead, but you’re cooking.”

“I can handle that. Does pasta sound good?”

“Rosita, you never have to ask whether carbs sound good. They always do.”

Rosita rolled her eyes and walked into the store, not minding Wynonna trailing behind her. She grabbed some pasta and tomato paste, and tried to ignore the warm, fluttery feeling in her chest as they continued to traipse through the aisles.

That feeling is decidedly not chill.

And her brain is caught up in this version of domestic bliss, calculating future chores that would be better if they just did them together. Rosita tried to hate the bellows out of her mouth at the story Wynonna is telling about Dolls. She cannot convince herself that this will be the first and last time they are in these aisles together.

So enjoy it, her brain whispered, grinning as Wynonna picked up a bottle of red wine, “Some classy alcohol for a classy dinner.” She grinned as she added it into the basket, and Rosita felt herself swoon. Pasta is hardly classy, usually a quick 15 minute dinner she’ll make when any other effort is too hard, but a smile bloomed onto her face.

Fine, she’ll enjoy this.

She’d never been happier that she lived within walking distance of everything in Purgatory when Wynonna goddamn opened the truck door for her, and they take off through the sparse roads out to the Homestead.

She’d been there once, when Waverly dragged her to a terribly awkward dinner party ages ago. She’d thought it was the loneliest place she’d ever been, but now, as they wade through the snow to the front door, it just feels romantic.

Rosita located a knife, cutting board, and pan and started on cutting the onion and peeling the garlic, humming to the music that Wynonna put on. She grinned at the woman across the kitchen who started to pour the wine.

“To let it breathe,” Wynonna  explained.

Rosita smiled as she added the onions to the pan, “Well aren’t you a perfect gentlewoman.”

Wynonna preened and came up beside her, giving Rosita plenty of room to work. “You’re making it from scratch?”

“Not really,” Rosita laughed, “I hate canned sauce, but I’m using tomato paste so I don’t have to process all the tomatoes. Here, I’ll show you.”

Wynonna is suddenly the best student, attentively following Rosita’s directions and carefully stirring on her commands. They grow closer as Rosita showed Wynonna how to pull the noodles into the sauce, their elbows bumping, and all Rosita wanted to do is to pull her into a kiss until dinner is burned.

She doesn’t. She made their plates instead, topping the pasta with some parmesan and brought them to the table, only to falter as she took it in. It is set with placemats and cloth napkins, a candle lit at the center, with Wynonna nervously wringing her hands beside it.

“Um.”

“I just thought, it would be nice to set it and stuff. I never make food at home.” Wynonna explained as she took one of the plates.

“Right,” Rosita nodded as she sat down, her heart thundering even more.

She watched as Wynonna took a bite and moaned, “This is so good. What the fuck, you’re a chef too?”

“You helped too,” Rosita reminded her, “I bet you could make it here.”

“Or,” Wynonna waved her fork around, “I could have you come over for dinner more often?”

“That could work,” Rosita felt a laugh bubble out of her and stared down at her plate. Wynonna is trying to kill her.

That’s the only explanation.

Wynonna gave her a soft smile back as they continued to eat and drink the wine. 

It was a lovely evening, as they chatted and smiled and ate. Wynonna pulled out some ice cream when they finished with dinner, and Rosita just ignored the little warning bell in her head that’s been telling her to not enjoy it too much because it will have to end. Every bit of it.

That’s for sometime in the future.

Wynonna cleaned the kitchen, all but forcing Rosita to sit down and admire the view, and when she finished, they stared at each other.

“So.”

“So.”

“I, um, I guess I should head home.” Rosita sighed. “Thank you for having me.” 

She stood.

“Or you could stay here?” Wynonna strode to her,  “The night?” She pressed a gentle kiss to Rosita’s jaw. 

Rosita let out a shaky breath, “Or I could stay the night.”

There is a mumbling of voices as Rosita came to and she pulled the blanket over her head before a bolt of fear lanced through her. Is she really getting robbed in Purgatory?! She opened her eyes and blinked at the white wooden walls. 

She wasn’t at home.

Wynonna is still in bed with her, her hair shining auburn in a dappling of morning sunlight that warmed the sheets.

“Wynonna.” She murmured and kicked the body next to her. She wasn’t dealing with whoever the hell it was alone.

Wynonna whined, “What?”

“Wynonna, there’s people here,” Rosita said, as she blinked and rubbed at her eyes to wake up. “Why are there people here?”

“I don’t know.” Wynonna shifted and pressed a pillow onto her head. “Maybe they’ll leave.”

“What time is it?” Rosita muttered after she realized that she couldn’t find her phone.

“I don’t know, too early.” Wynonna muttered, “Come here.” Wynonna’s hands wrapped around Rosita and pulled her closer. “It’s probably just Waverly.”

“Why is Waverly here?” Rosita grumbled.

Wynonna bolted up. “Oh god.”

Oh shit.

Waverly. Brunch. Breaking up.

The door burst open and Rosita can only stare in horror as Waverly began to talk, “Is Rosita-” 

Waverly's words died on her lips and Nicole’s jaw dropped open.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckiting fuck.

“Wynonna!”

“Rosita!”

Waverly and Nicole’s voices are in unison, both of them striding into the room, “HOW COULD YOU!”

“Okay calm down!” Wynonna’s voice is husky from sleep. This is the wrong moment for Rosita to find that sexy.

The room erupted in cacophony and Rosita wished that she had kept her head under the sheets.

Waverly stormed inside, “WYNONNA! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO NICOLE?!”

Nicole’s eyes are flashing, and Rosita knew she’d be dead if Nicole was in uniform, “I can’t believe this! You, oh I knew you were a problem!”

“WAVERLY!” Wynonna yelled, “LISTEN TO ME! THIS ISN’T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!” 

She deserves this, right? This is her divine punishment for starting this scheme in the first place.

“THEN WHAT IS IT?” Waverly demanded.

“SURE, YOU TWO ARE JUST NAKED CUDDLING! THAT’S TOTALLY FINE WHEN YOU’RE IN A RELATIONSHIP!” Nicole roared.

Nicole took several steps toward Rosita’s side and Rosita clutched the sheets to her chest and finally had enough.  

“SHUT UP YOU MORONS!”

The room stilled as Rosita took a deep breath and sighed. This is her divine damnation.

“There’s no cheating because there couldn’t be. Waverly and I aren’t in a real relationship. Wynonna and Nicole aren’t either.”

“WHAT?!” Two loud shouts echoed through the house.

“Waverly and I don’t even like each other. We’re just friends. And we only did it, Nicole, to make you jealous.”

“Make me jealous?”

“Rosita! No!”

“Waverly, Wynonna knew basically from the start and almost told Nicole. To save face she suggested the same thing because she’s a drunk idiot and Nicole’s madly in love with you. So nothing’s going on. I mean, besides Wynonna and I, but I happen to actually really like Wynonna.” Oh no. “But no one is cheating on anyone!” She added at the last second.

There was silence for a second, and then another cacophony of sound.

“You faked a relationship with my sister to make me jealous?”

“Wait, you wanted to date me?”

“You like me?” Wynonna asked, her eyes widening.

“Wynonna.” Rosita pleaded. 

“I just want to make sure,” Wynonna said, “That I heard that along with what we should have done in the beginning and just tell the two idiots. Because, the thing is,” Wynonna looked down at her hands, “I like this girl. And I was hoping she liked me too, but we both play the aloof thing really well. And don’t get me wrong, the sex is absolutely great and a part of me thinks I could be happy with just that, but I know that I’ll always be wanting something more.” 

“Wynonna.” Rosita was suddenly breathless and reached out and cradled Wynonna’s cheek in her hand and guided her eyes back to hers. “I like you.”

Wynonna unabashedly grinned, lifting worry lines Rosita hadn’t even realized were there. It’s shocking how Wynonna can change from hot to beautiful in a single instant and completely light up the room.

“I like you too.” Wynonna said.

They both drift together, the kiss soft in a way that Rosita has never experienced with Wynonna before, and never appreciated with anyone else.

Wynonna looked back to the doorway, “Oi Haughshot!” She chucked a pillow at the two making out in her doorway, “That’s my sister! And I’m sitting right here!”

“Right.” Nicole nodded and then tugged Waverly out of the room.

Wynonna grinned and pulled her in for another kiss, and Rosita can’t think of anything but how perfect it felt. They get to do this. For real.

There was a sudden thump from upstairs and Wynonna sighed.

“Goddamnit. This was why I didn’t do anything.” She hopped out of bed and threw open the door. “GO TO YOUR OWN FUCKING APARTMENT IF YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE SEX OR I WILL COME IN AT THE WORST MOMENT AND SCAR YOU BOTH FOR LIFE!” She slammed the door behind her, “Now,” Wynonna said, “Where were we?”

Rosita laughed.

Many months later

The clinking of glasses fills the room and there’s a squeal as Nicole and Waverly kiss, eyes only for each other. “Yes, yes, very sweet.” Wynonna stood and addressed the crowd. “My sister and my best friend.” She waved the champagne flute that she was holding. “The cutest couple and the most beautiful brides.”

There were some cheers in the crowd, and Wynonna smiled, “All sarcasm aside, I am very happy for them. This day couldn’t come soon enough, I’m pretty sure that half the town was betting on when they’d get together.”

Rosita smiled into her own flute as she heard Waverly’s offended, “Hey!”

“And I think, on this wonderful day, it would be remiss to go without addressing the mastermind who finally got them to get their act together, and that is the lovely, beautiful, love of my life, Rosita.” Wynonna grinned at her with a wink and Rosita could only grin back, her cheeks heating at the sudden attention.

“She concocted the scheme to pretend to date Waverly to show her how Nicole was jealous. Of course, Waverly insisted at every possible moment that everything was just proof that Nicole was a good friend.” Wynonna finished the sentence with a mocking tone, “And it took Rosita and I falling for each other for Nicole and Waverly to realize that we had zero romantic interest in either of them and finally figured out their hopeless crushes on each other were reciprocated.

“I love both of you so much, and I’m so happy that you are finally together and married. To your future happiness, Nicole and Waverly!” She raised her glass for a drink as the room followed and Wynonna sat down and smiled at Rosita.

“I’m the love of your life?” Rosita grinned.

“Yeah,” Wynonna’s voice goes soft, a dopey grin on her face, “You are.”

Rosita gave her a kiss, “You’re the love of my life too.”

[the1975attheirverybest]

That video of Harry styles kissing emrata a while back gave me the ick. Seeing Matty kiss Ross like that just proves to me that his kissing skills are off the chart. I need some dom ross/sub Matty material now. Also, Matty if you are out there, you can rip my whole ponytail off of my head while you kiss me if you want to.

Oh bestie. As a former Harry Styles fic writer…..that video SHATTERED MY DREAMS. broke my fuckin heart. Even though I was reasonably sure he wasn’t a great kisser after the two movies. But I kept staying on my denial bubble like “nah people are just freezing the screen at weird angles. He’s a smooth kisser.” That shit though???? No denying that. Makes me so sad. My longest crush to date is a bad kisser. HARRY I WILL TEACH YOU IF YOU LIKE!

But yeah…matty 100% knows what’s what. He drips with smoothness.

[super-hero-confessions]

Rewatching those shitty Organization XIII parodies from the 2000s on YouTube (I still have nostalgia for them though) and reading some of the villain confessions (which bring up some recurring characters) made my remember an idea for a parody featuring on a group of villains from different franchises. It’s time to bring it to the light. Here is the idea for an incredibly OOC parody version of a villains League that rips off some parodies:

Sauron from Lord of the Rings- The leader of this group. Isn’t an eye in this form, still in his badass black armor from the beginning of the movie. However he’s anything but intentionally badass here; being an incompetent easily triggered boss who wastes time on stupid meetings and gets frustrated when the other members won’t stop talking. Most of the time he wouldn’t be actually doing anything of real substance, just bickering. Only occasionally would he enact a new plan for the group, but it would almost always end in disaster. Mandy in particular is vexed by all the inane decisions he pulled.

Q: Why the **** did you show up in the movie version of the Hobbit when you had nothing to do with the original novel? A: Because just like the rest of the Hobbit Trilogy, executive interference reared its ugly head.

Misa Amane from Death Note- An utter ass-kisser of a underling (mostly), she is devoted to her boss Sauron (not due to romance though, thats something she saves for a certain Light). Serves as the main henchman of Sauron to help him do whatever evil plan he has. Ironically Sauron really wants nothing to do with her. Too bad she keeps following him everywhere. She’s also one of the biggest writers of Freddy Krueger x Reader fanfiction, but unfortunately Freddy is not interested in her (nor any of the other members in the group) in any way.

Freddy Krueger from ANOES- still has his child killer backstory, the same cartoonishly evil personality and is the closest in all the villains to resembling his actual counterpart. The humor comes from his extraordinarily high amounts of fangirls and Freddy’s confusion as to why (even Misa is one of them). Currently has the highest Villains x Reader fanfictions dedicated to him in the entire group. Often is seen teaming up with Mystique to spread chaos unto whoever they choose, often tricking Azula.

Q: Did you know people ship you with Jason Voorhees? A: NO WAY, NO FUCKING WAY, I HAD NO IDEA! BECAUSE I SO TOTALLY DON’T HAVE INTERNET, I DONT READ THE COMMENTS, I DONT GO TO DEVIANTART, I DONT SEE THE FANFICTIONS! WOW! YOU GUYS ARE DUCKING GENIUSES, REAL DUCKING GENIUSES.

The Riddler from Batman- The supposed “smart guy” of this group. But in actuality, he’s really an incredibly arrogant know it all jerk. Emphasis on know it all. Feels like he doesn’t get any respect for his supposed “genius”, but really everyone else just doesn’t care (as Mandy and Donald constantly point out). In fact no one outside of Diva and Azula wants to be friends with him, not even Sephiroth. As such, he often works with Diva and Azula to work on incredibly convoluted and stupid plans, for often stupid reasons (that sometimes backfire stupidly).

Mandy from Totally Spies- The only sane person in this group. In stark contrast to her original portrayal, this Mandy is fairly chill, sociable, and doesn’t really know as to why she joined this loser squad. Hell Sauron doesn’t know why she’s here. Most of her snarkiness is based on her incompetent boss and some of the antics of the others, and she is the most openly snappy towards her boss at times. In fact she frequently asks why the group basically does nothing (though when Sauron DOES do something, she and the group would eat their words). And because she’s one of the five Asian members of the organization, some of the members ( Donald especially) give her the nickname “Pearl Harbor” (even though she’s Korean) much to her chagrin.

Q: Why do you deal with these losers? A: Gives me a reason to get hooked up on cactus juice with Mystique.

Sephiroth from FFVII- An emo with a Masamune and great swordsman skills but unfortunately is an edgy windbag. Constantly whines about being depressed, his mother, those heroes from his homeworld, and people making a sandwich every time he performs Supernova. Is constantly crying for the littlest of reasons much to the slight annoyance of the group. Donald especially looks down at him, and Freddy and Oogie nickname him “Emo Bates”. Often writes dark poetry about darkness and tries to have a band that rips off My Chemical Romance. Is a close second with Freddy as in who in the group has the biggest assortments of fangirls and reader insert fanfictions.

Q: Why do you have more health than Xemnas when he was the final boss of KH2? And how did you get your arse kicked by a 12-year old? A: First of all he was fourteen and then fifteen in those games, and as for why I have more health? Because Square won’t leave FFVII alone. Just like they won’t leave me alone, no one ever does…

Oogie Boogie (from The Nightmare Before Christmas)- Aside from being a boogeyman, he also has a career as a hit musician, he’s got record deals and gigs all around to deliver Oogie’s greatest hits. He’s also a bit of a gambler who invites games of Chance. 5 to 1 says Magneto isn’t really the father of those two twins, and that the actual parents were Mystique and Destiny, any takers?

Mystique from X-Men: For some reason Mystique sports a Valley Girl accent and personality here. Or a hippy mode. She uses her SHAPESHIFTING abilities to do some mild trolling but not to an extreme extent. Would often team up with Freddy for the lulz and take Sephiroth to the mall or Disneyland or whatever to make him lighten up more. Still is one of the more nicer characters in the group and she has a big problem with Riddler and Azula for their a-holery. True to her comics self; she’s happily bisexual (though oddly she doesn’t try her chances with either the male or female members of the group).

Q: If you had the ability to change anyone or anything, who would it be, and what do you do in your spare time? A: Like, I would like SOOOO change the Eternals movie into something that is actually good. And as for what I do in my spare time? Like you should totally check out AO3 to find out.

Donald Duck from Disney cartoons- The resident psychopath of this group. Often talks about inflicting violence in others while talking in the same duck voice. Even Sephiroth thinks Donald is taking it a it too far. Donald in turn really looks down on Sephiroth because of his emo ness, not helped by his knowledge of the two times he got his ass kicked by a kid with a key. Most of the members are apathetic to Donald’s psychopathy, though Mandy and Mystique think he should really lay it off with the magic, last time he played “Duck Flare” with someone, Oogie nearly lost all his bugs. A running gag is that Donald also believes certain fictional characters like Captain Planet and conspiracy theories are in fact real.

Q: Can you perform “Duck Flare” on those idiotic and jerkassistic comic fans? A: Already ahead of you, did it last week, Wak!

Azula from ATLA- A supreme ducking asshole! She and Donald have an epic **** fight and rivalry for some reason, almost always threatening to treat the other with hardcore violence. She often pulls pranks to everybody in the group, such as switching Oogie’s vinyl records with that of Nickelback (his most hated artist), giving Mandy a Japanese war plane as a “gift” (despite her being Korean), hacking FFVII so that Aerith lives (pissing Sephiroth off), etc. Ironically she’s often one of the few friends Riddler has, and they often hang out together doing dumb ****.

Q: I was wondering, How did you and Ty Lee meet? I think it could be an interesting story to share. A: Okay heres what I want you to do, go to AO3, search up the tags Azula and Ty Lee, choose one of the stories, I can guarantee you that is probably the reason how I and Ty Lee met maybe? …and if it’s under the rating of Mature or Explicit, then if you’re under the age of eighteen then please don't read it.

Diva from Blood+ (if you’ve never seen it, fuck youse and watch it!)- An vampire queen but also either completely stupid or completely insane, either way many in the group wonder how in the hell she can function. But still her easy going personality means she’s one of the few who can tolerate Riddler. She helps with Riddler in doing dumb shit and is the only person from the group he is willing to play games with. A running gag is that she constantly gets manipulated by Freddy and Mystique in whatever stupid schemes they’re pulling (like say somehow getting into Disneyland for free), but almost always Diva finds out somehow (probably because their plans end up pissing off some of the other villains like Mandy and Mystique and ends up kicking their asses.

General antics would be along the lines of Oogie Boogie trying to defeat the superheroes with music, the villains sans Sauron, Mandy, and Donald Duck trying to use their “Draco in Leather Pants” status for some goal but end up getting mobbed by insane fangirls/fanboys. Once Sauron forced Riddler, Misa, and Mandy to join him on a quest to kick the asses of an award ceremony because they wouldn't accept his abridged version of Tropic Thunder. And Misa of all people called it garbage then they just left to watch the latest movie at the theater after watching and openly criticizing him for the ineptitude of said abridged “quality”.

Also the Joker keeps popping in every now and then but Sauron and the others really don’t want him joining in. Riddler however is ecstatic, seeing him as a bestie, and Mandy just plain doesn’t care.

So people in the notes and reblogs, or more accurately, those who actually seen all the franchises these villains come from, what shenanigans do you see happening in this parody?

[cherishingstydia]

Kiss Me

Read on Ao3 if you prefer

Eddie and Buck have this connection where they both always know when something is off, or wrong with the other and right now something is definitely off with Buck.

“I know that look. What’s wrong?” Eddie asked.

“How do you know if you’re a bad kisser?” Buck blurted out.

“Wouldn’t know I’m phenomenal.” Eddie teased trying to lighten the mood a bit.

“Eddie.” Buck frowned. “I’m serious.”

“Someone usually tells you probably?”

“Ok.” Buck said biting his lip.

“Buck I’m sure if you were bad someone would have told you by now. Taylor would have.”

“Ok I get it you didn’t like Taylor.” Buck laughed. “Well how about you tell me.”

“Buck how am I supposed to know?”

“Kiss me and then tell me?”

“I don’t think we should. That seems like a bad idea.”

It’s not that Eddie doesn’t want to because he does he wants to kiss Buck more than he’s ever wanted to kiss anyone. That’s the problem. Buck just wants a test kiss and Eddie wants it all with Buck.

“Ok.” Buck sighed. “It’s just I’m nervous to get back out there and date while I’m worrying about this.”

Eddie couldn’t stand to see Buck look like this, and as much as seeing Buck start to date will hurt he has to help him because he just wants Buck happy…even if it’s not with him.

“Ok.” Eddie nodded.

“Ok? We can kiss and you’ll tell me if I’m bad. You have to promise to be honest.”

“I promise…I’m gonna let you take the lead. Really show me what you got.”

Buck grabbed the collar of Eddie’s Button down pulling him close until their lips met. It was everything and more than he imagined. It wasn’t just a good kiss it was the best kiss of Eddie’s entire life….not that he’s been kissed by that many people. When Eddie’s brain finally caught up with him he realized they were practically making out.

“Stop.” Eddie said pulling away breaking the kiss which was incredibly hard to do. “That’s enough of that.”

“I’m sorry. Oh no was it that bad?”

“Bad?? That was….not bad.” Eddie shook his head.

Eddie knows that’s not the response Buck wants, but how can he tell him how it really was, how can he tell him how good that felt. How nothing has ever felt more right before.

“Not bad?? Is that all you got? Wow you know how to make a guy feel special.” Buck said with a nervous laugh.

He has to tell the truth he really doesn’t want to lie to Buck…more so withhold the truth any longer.

“Buck….don’t get mad ok? Im going to be completely honest. Just like you asked.”

“I won’t get mad just rip the bandaid off.”

Eddie let out a deep breath. He wasn’t planning on confessing his love for his best friend today, but his feelings should be pretty obvious when he’s done complimenting Bucks kissing.

“No one has ever kissed me like that. That was the best kiss of my entire life.”

“Really?” Buck said wide eyed.

Buck just looked so cute Eddie really wanted to kiss him again.”

“Really. So now you don’t have to be scared to date again. Whoever they are they’re really lucky. You’re amazing Buck.”

“Eddie can I be honest with you?”

“Yeah.” Eddie said nervously.

Eddie was ready for it. Ready for all the hurt that would come after these next few words out of Bucks mouth.

“I don’t…I don’t want to start dating someone random. The only person I want to date is you.”

Eddie was in shock all the things he thought Buck might say that wasn’t it.

“So you’re saying….what exactly?” Eddie said letting out a deep breath. “Because I’ve kind of been in love with you for the past 3 years.”

“Guess we’re on the same page then. I’ve also been in love with you for the past 3 years, and by the way you’re right you are a phenomenal kisser and I have kissed a lot of people but that was by far the best.”

“Don’t talk about them.” Eddie shook his head.

“Aww you jealous?” Buck teased.

“So what if I am?”

“Well you don’t need to be. I want you and only you.”

“Ok that’s better.” Eddie smiled.

“So are you gonna kiss me again or just sit there looking pretty?”

“Pretty?” Eddie laughed.

“Hot, sexy, adorable, beautiful, irresistible….look Eddie really any of these words work. So what’s it gonna be?”

“I want to kiss you again under one condition.”

“What’s that?” Buck asked with the first smile.

“You’ll be my boyfriend.”

“There’s nothing I want more.” Buck said leaning in before Eddie closed the gap kissing Buck for the second time, but their first kiss as boyfriends.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re like a really good kisser?” Eddie smiled.

“Yeah once this guy. Beautiful brown eyes, killer abs, really nice ass and he’s the best dad I know.”

“Now you’re just trying to flatter me.”

“Nope it’s all true.” Buck smiled.

“I love you so much. I can’t believe I get to have a boyfriend and best friend all rolled into one. You’re literally the best person I know and as a added bonus you’re also the hottest person I’ve ever laid my eyes on

“Now you’re just trying to flatter me. So you sure you won’t get sick of me?” Buck asked.

“Not possible.” Eddie smiled. “You’re kinda stuck with me.”

“Good.” Buck smiled. “Because the feeling is mutual.”

[pups-2-dust]

An ex of mine once worked at a hardware store in mine and Paul Ryan's hometown and once Paul Ryan was in his department so he went to pretend he was checking stock and just ripped ass

Paul Ryan's family also would routinely eat ALL the lobster at the Janesville country club

Paul Ryan is also a really bad kisser according to a teacher my roommate had that graduated with Paul Ryan

Paul Ryan's kids aren't good tippers when they get jimmy John's delivered

[skelly-words]

Boyfriend!Geto Headcanons

Suggestive MDNI 18+ only

This is very general and not all of these will fit everyone so just pick and choose what applies to you. Some of these are a little ooc, but idk, I'm used to writing full-length fics. I was high and bored, don't hate.

Geto would ask you out so nonchalantly you wouldn't even know it. It's almost like he tricked you into the date, but you can't even be mad about it because he's so cute.

You two would split the bill on the first few dates if you really insisted, but after becoming an official couple, you'd never touch your wallet again.

I just know this man smells… I'm not even gonna finish that because I have such mixed feelings. Suguru would smell like smoke, rain, and pine trees, but if you think about it, that might not necessarily be good. I’d probably be into it.

If you smoke too, he never lets you light your cigarettes with a lighter. It's always burnt off the end of his, but then he also wants you to always have a lighter in case he needs it. Call him romantic, idc, but it's lowkey annoying.

Suguru would make it a point to do all the "classic" boyfriend things (making you walk on the inside of the sidewalk, opening doors for you, paying for dinner), but he has to point it out. He'd say some shit like, "It's like you want to get hit by a car," or "Don't reach for your wallet. You're making me look bad."

He always remembers any plans you have, even if you only mention them in passing. Whether it be a family dinner or a doctor's appointment, he'll remember it and call you after to see how it went. Sometimes it'll be something menial, like taking your pet to get groomed, but he'll call after anyway just for an excuse to talk to you.

I think Suguru would be the type to give a relationship his all but play it off as not a big deal. He'd fill your room with roses for Valentine's Day, then say it was easy because the flower shop delivers.

He'd be the type to hate when you stress over him, even if it's a nice thing like organizing date night. Especially if your life is already stressful, he'd hate to add on to that.

For that reason, he really appreciates when you do simple things for him that he knows are not a huge trouble for you, but still thoughtful. Getting an extra coffee for him, calling him to say goodnight, offering to drive for dates (he's a passenger princess omm), etc.

Suguru doesn't mind making out with you without the expectation of going further. He’d probably think it's nice to just be close to you for whatever moments you have, and it can be nice to build anticipation throughout the day.

His favorite time with you is that moment when you just wake up and see him for the first time. A big lazy grin spreads across your face and it just makes his heart melt.

His biggest turn-on, call him sappy, is talking about your future. LMAO… but like when you mention wanting him forever or having his kids, it just kinda gets him going.

But physically, I think he'd be into a girl with big, pouty lips. He'd drool when you put lip gloss on. Just picturing how soft you'd be, dragging your pretty lips down his body. You're putting on chapstick and he's hard.

You will never meet a better kisser than him. He's doing shit with his tongue that you didn't know was possible, but it's not awkward somehow. Y’all know where else he putting that mouth. I'm sick in the head.

Anyways, Geto loves to cook for you. He already likes cooking, so making dinner for you can be kinda relaxing. It's almost meditative as he listens to you talk about your day.

I personally hc him as Latino. So that being said, I think he definitely would be into dancing. He's on the floor at family parties (RIP). The tias love him. 100% approval rating.

Suguru wants kids with you so bad too, like he's actually a little insane. Once he knew you were it for him, the next logical step was to baby-trap you. He feels guilty about it now, but at the same time he genuinely wants to have a kid with you.

Ok that's it for now, bye <3<3<3