#everyone and their aunt knows the dumb shit but we need more people to know he does yoga and is basically never in pain lol

[jennay]

Come Back Home

Jolly x reader

An: Random idea I had that I got stuck on and required way too much help from @a-villain-vying-for-attention then decided to make her a character since she basically came up with the ideas and I wrote it. Lol thanks for being my shadow writer for times when my brain decides it's done thinking.

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Jolly Master List

This is chunked into four sections bear with me. I hate transitional writing 😂

"Please don't tell them. They'll just worry, and next thing you know, they'll be at my door, and it's just not the right timing for me to come back. I need to finish my work here, and it's not completely horrible. I think I just miss everyone, and I feel isolated." You admit over Facetime to your best friend, Kayla. "It just wasn't supposed to be like this. “Moving away from you guys was literally one of the worst decisions I've made."

Kayla sighs, "I don't mean to say I told you so, but I did." She laughs, "But the worst part is, Noah told you, Jolly told you, and you still just said bye bitches. Do you know how sad it is not to have you here? I have to deal with them all the time, by MYSELF."

You peel yourself off the couch, dragging your feet through the dining room and to the back door.

You brace yourself for the inevitable assault of the sun, but it still hurts like hell when you open the door and get blasted by its rays. "Fuck." You groan. "It's bright." You squint your eyes and cover them with your hand as you stumble to the camping chair you set up on your porch for such occasions. You hated the daylight. You wished you could be a nocturnal creature, but sadly, you had to pretend to be a responsible adult, even if you sucked at it.

"Wow, look at you, Dracula." She mocks you from the other side of the video call. "You look like you're about to die over there, paler than a ghost and skinnier than a twig. Do I need to come over and feed you some blood? I know it's only been six months, but I will literally come over and mother you to death. I'll bring Noah too, and we'll play house. God knows we need some practice." She flashes a big smile. "You know, for the future and all that jazz."

You laugh, shaking your head, "This is new for you!"

"Yeah, well, now I'm just working on convincing Noah that it's a good idea." She tucks her hair behind her ears. "So I need you to come back because I'm not raising these imaginary kids without their badass aunt."

You roll your eyes at her, "These kids don't even exist yet, so I think we have some time, and besides, I don't know if I'll feel any better moving back. If I have to watch HIM date other people and it not be me…well, I'd rather stay here and suffer in silence."

"Well, he's miserable without you, and why are we not using his name?" She laughs again. "Mopping and shit, constantly.”

You shrug, "I think he's probably fine. I basically threw myself at him and got no reaction. I literally slept in his bed the night before I left." You pause, growing frustrated. "Maybe we're just supposed to be friends; maybe he only sees me as a friend. That's OK. I can't be mad about that, but it always felt like there was something more, you know?"

Kayla groans loudly, "You both suck. If you would've just let me meddle, I could've set you two up."

"I don't want you to set me up! I wanted something natural." You say with all seriousness. "I wanted him to say it."

From behind Kayla, Noah pokes his head into the view, "He's dumb...guys are dumb." He gives you a face that says, duh.

"Well, now I'm here, and I can just say fuck it. I'll find someone here."

Noah's laughter rings through the speaker, "And then break up because all you're gonna do is fucking compare the two and be a whiny baby about how he's not Jolly, so you had to break up? Fuck off, y/n." He chuckles again. "Just come home."

You shake your head, "No. You will have to come to drag my dead body home before I willingly come back."

Noah grabs the phone from Kayla's hand, and you meet with wide eyes. And in a serious tone, Noah says, "Dead or not, at least you'll be home where you belong."

Kayla, Noah, and Jolly were lounging on the couch, munching on some greasy take-out that Noah had ordered from the nearest pizza place. While Jolly was engrossed in the latest episode of Bob's Burgers, Kayla was shooting daggers at him with her eyes.

She couldn't stand the sight of him, acting like nothing was wrong, like he wasn't the reason her best friend wasn't living with them anymore.

Noah noticed his girlfriend's glare and chuckled softly, nudging her elbow with his. "Chill," he whispered in her ear.

"NO!" Kayla shouted, startling both Noah and Jolly. She slammed her food on the coffee table and turned to face Jolly with a furious expression. "I'm sick and tired of pretending like everything is fine. I want my friend back, and if this is what it takes to make you use your brain, then so be it!" She pointed an accusing finger at Jolly, who looked confused and scared. "You need to go get y/n back right now or get on the next flight to Sweden because I can't stand having you around. You make me so mad, both of you, pretending you don't care about each other. She's depressed as shit living there with her fuckin awful family, but she'd rather stay there than come home because of you!" She roughly gets off the couch and storms out of the room, heading for the stairs. "You're such an idiot," she yelled over her shoulder at Jolly.

Noah raised his eyebrows and bit his lip to stop laughing as he saw Jolly's dumbfounded face. Jolly put down his food and looked at Noah with a puzzled expression. "What did I do?" he asked innocently.

Noah shrugs and says, "I think it's more of what you didn't do…"

Kayla comes back down the stairs, holding her food in her hands. She glared at Jolly one more time and flipped him off, then walked out of the room. "Buy the damn ticket!" she screamed from the hallway.

Noah heard the door slam and shook his head. "Well," he said, standing up and grabbing his food. "There's your answer. Bring y/n home."

"How am I supposed to do that?" He loudly asks.

"I don't know but you need to figure it out, Kayla might actually kill you in your sleep."

You grab your coat and head for the door, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation for the day ahead. You were going hiking with your sister and her husband, and you couldn't wait to explore the great outdoors with them. As you glance at the clock, you groan in annoyance, realizing you're running late again. You can't help but wonder why you're always so disorganized and frazzled.

You pull the door open, taking a deep breath of fresh air as you step outside. Suddenly, you're nearly choking on air as you see a familiar face staring back at you. Jolly stands there with a backpack over his shoulder, his long hair draped over his shoulders, and a black backward hat covering the top of his head. He's dressed in black skin jeans and a deep red plaided flannel, looking effortlessly stylish and cool.

Your shock disappears as quickly as it came, replaced by annoyance at the sight of Jolly. You can't help but feel irritated that he's here, disrupting your plans for the day. You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel a little bitter still.

"Hi." He quietly says, looking from you to the ground, feeling awkward. He hadn't planned what he was going to tell you.

"Can I come in?" he quietly asks.

You nod your head, stepping aside. "I was leaving, but I guess this kind of changes my plans," you say, rolling your eyes. "What are you even doing here?" You say as you follow him to the living room. "I've tried so hard not to think about you; I moved states, Jolly, and now you're at my house. Are you trying to make my life hard?" You don't sit down knowing you're too heated to stay in one place.

Jolly doesn't sit on the couch either. Instead, he sits on the armrest, staring at you with confusion and annoyance; he folds his hands in his lap and allows you to continue. Why was everyone so irritated with him? He didn't know what he did in the first place. "What did I do?" He questions.

You're eyes dart back to him. "You treated me like I was special, OK? I thought I was special to you…then, you go and date other people." You say, running out of breath. "Then I dated other people because I thought you didn't want me and I was right, you didn't care at all, but then I dumped them because all I could think about was you!" You dramatically cover your face with your hands, pacing back and forth. You enter your kitchen and stare out the sliding glass door. Your back facing Jolly as he observes you. "I stayed in your bed the night before I left, and you still let me go."

"I thought you were leaving for a job! I didn't want to be the reason you didn't go!" He whines. "You told me you were leaving for a job."

You still don't turn around to look at him, knowing he was right, "I just thought you'd ask me to stay if you really wanted me."

He stands straight, walking toward you; you feel his hands on your shoulders, spinning you around to face him. His dark eyes scan your face, wishing he wasn't the reason you were upset.

He leans in close, his breath warm on your face. "You were always special to me," he whispers, his voice low and sincere. "I never meant to hurt you. I was just confused and scared. I didn't know how to handle my feelings for you. I was afraid of losing you, so I pushed you away. I never stopped thinking about you. I came here to tell you that. To tell you that I'm sorry. To tell you I need you."

Jolly pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours for a sign of forgiveness. He gently cups your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. He smiles softly, his eyes shining with hope. "Can you give me another chance?" he asks, his voice pleading.

You feel a surge of emotion, a mix of anger, pain, and love. You want to scream at him, to push him away. But you also want to hug him, to kiss him, to hold him close. You're torn between your head and your heart. You look into his eyes, and you see the sincerity and the regret.

You see the man you fell in love with, the man who made you laugh, the man who made you feel alive. You feel your resolve weakening, your walls crumbling. You lean in and press your lips to his, answering his question with a kiss.

"So I'm bringing you home." He smiles against your lips. Pulling back, his brown eyes search yours, "This long distance thing isn't how I want to start this." he gently kisses your forehead.

You nod knowingly, "I guess we should start packing."

Jolly smiles, running his hand through your hair, "I'm pretty sure Kayla has a timer set."

You giggle. "She is absolutely crazy." You lean up, kissing Jolly again. "But it's why we love her."

He nods in agreement, "Plus she's Noah's problem."

With a cautious glance, you gently push the front door open, hoping no one will notice your arrival and ambush you as soon as you enter the house.

You sneak into the living room on your tiptoes, holding Jolly's hand.

Noah and Kayla are so engrossed in the TV show that they don't even look at you.

You pretend to be nonchalant and sit down on the recliner next to them, giving them a hard stare.

Her eyes widen as she realizes who you are, and she jumps off the couch and runs toward you. You're home! This is fucking amazing!" She screams in your ear. "I was expecting you guys to take more time, to be honest…you both suck at directions. I don't know how you managed to drive all the way back here." She laughs as she releases you from her hug and embraces Jolly instead, "Look at you. I can finally be in the same room as you without being pissed off. I'm so proud of you." She jokes with him. "Wow," She scans the room and sees the three of you together. "So, is it official now? Can we all just admit how stupid the two of you were? I mean, come on, you could have just moved down the street instead of moving two states away." She snuggles up to Noah on the couch. "I'm not going through this again. You guys have to sort things out by yourselves from now on." She says and acts like she's dismissing you.

Jolly chuckles, sitting in the recliner; he grabs you and makes you sit on his lap, catching you off guard.

You shake your head light laughter falling from your lips, "Well, I missed you too, dick."

You lean into Jolly's chest and wrap your arms around him, feeling his warmth and heartbeat. You sigh in contentment and happiness, glad to be home with the people who loved you the most.

[myymi]

i love all of your headcanons sooo much. do you have any more about the shadow and tails duo?? or perhaps tails and some other characters we dont usually get to see him with all that much (charmy, cream, rouge, etc?)

sure thing!! ^^

Shadow

he and tails like to communicate their feelings through music (usually classical music)

nobody else really gets it, but they do :]

if shadow’s shoes need repairs, he’ll do them himself but he’ll do it in tails’s workshop (its totally only because tails has the best tools and not because shadow wants to spend time with him)

shadow lets tails stay up late

shadow has most definitely offered to kill tails’s bullies spdsvgr

when civilians throw parties for the heroes for saving the world again, tails immediately goes off to find shadow so he can chaos control them the fuck outta there (he appreciates it !! but no social interaction after saving the world, he sleepy)

tails was actually a little scared of shadow after the war against infinite :( he knew it wasn’t actually shadow, but still

Cream&Charmy

they play dumb kid games like shark and minnows every time they meet up

cream and tails bake together :]

charmy is actually the one who got tails into gaming (he’s SO salty that tails is actually better than him now)

they should not be left without adult supervision when together.. it will not end well

tails gives them both flying lessons and tips on how to go fast even while carrying someone

charmy and tails are lego guys !! they build all kinds of shit (they never use instructions)

cream taught them how to make flower crowns <3

certified chao protection trio

cream and charmy constantly remind tails he’s a kid like them and deserves to let loose and have fun :]]

after tails disappeared during the war in forces, cream started a little flower bed that she added onto once a day until he returned

Rouge

she’s his wine aunt

rouge helps him with learning how to carry heavier objects/people

tails is allowed to do practically anything he wants when rouge watches him

she’ll say she doesn’t care for him, but rouge is soft <3

rouge beta tests a lot of the stealth gadgets tails creates

tails gets flustered a lot because she praises him a LOT and he doesn’t know how to cope

rouge gives him a lot of classified gov. info because why not (he gives her gems in payment)

she absolutely spoils him (so does everyone who’s older than him but like,, rouge especially)

[lesbiangummybearmafia]

Spoilers... on the last two episodes. More under the cut.

Ok first I have talk about the whole Turner situation. When she walked up to the whole Russell's clan like she thought she own the place on the arm of Colonel Sanders. I was like oh no she didn't... but well she did. I didn't like watching the color drain from Bertha's face though. Too bad she doesn't have Evil Queen magic, because she could of conjured up a fireball and throw it at her!! 😈

Wtf is Turners issue anyway with Bertha? Was it because she fired her, throw her out on her ear. Or could be revenge because she couldn't seduce George? Which it's like please bitch he has Bertha why oh why would he want your sorry ass. When she showed up in his bed naked I remembered thinking wow pathetic and desperate move there.

I wonder if Bertha going release the information of Turners ture identity out and ruin her? I think she may if Turner keeps messing with her!! Why do people mess with Bertha she will make them sorry, idiots.

Does anyone think that this new woman Oscar interested in could possibly be a lesbian? The reason I think this is Aurora mentioned that she has a female companion that goes everywhere with her. Now why we haven't met this female companion is beyond me. But it made me think, also wouldn't that be the best solution.

I'm really liking Marian with Dashiell Montgomery. I wasn't sure at first but so far I really like him. Now his daughter on the other hand, well she seems creepy and has anger management issues.

I'm so happy Peggy's back working for Aunt Agnes. I really liked her being at the house all the time.

They need to find a really good man for Gladys. Like her perfect dude! I really like her and I don't want to see them do her wrong.

Oh Larry needs to stop fucking Melania Trump!! Omg I thought that was such a slutty move when they bearly know each other she's already going to sleep with him. Especially back then. When Bertha wants it stopped and ask George to talk to Larry. I hate it when George all with the bullshit "boys will be boys" line. I started thinking about that, I can only imagine how different the world might be if men, young men in particular hadn't been allow to get away with shit just because they happen to be men. If they had been held up to the same high standard as women and young women back then. Larry can have sex with as many women as he wants as long it does bring shame to the family name. But Gladys couldn't even sleep with one guy before she's married or she would be considered wholly unworthy of marriage. 🙄 I really think everyone really needs to sleep with the partner you're going to marry!!! Especially then when being married was forever! Bad sex life for decades... no thank you!

But back to Larry and that woman whatever her name is. She gotta go, she's annoying, possessive, I'm sorry gonna say it too old for him (he looks like he's with his mom when they stand next to her. Never a good look). I don't know I just don't like her.

I personally want to watch Bertha crush Mrs. Astor like a bug. Bitch thinks people should just do whatever she said. No, Bertha don't play that way!!

Ok seriously George needs to buy Bertha a huge bouquet of flowers or some super lux piece of jewelry. Because no he didn't do anything wrong but he should of told her sooner so she didn't caught out by that gold diggin bitch. Who wouldn't of been able to make it out to be something it wasn't! Dumb ass doesn't he know anything happy wife, happy life! Because I do not like seeing Bertha upset, crying, sad, feeling like her husband may of betrayed her trust in one of the worst ways!! Just breaks my heart seeing her cry. 💔 Just want to smack George upside the head. Dude you have more money than God, do sometimes super special for your wife!!!

Oh Aunt Ada and the Preach man is just too sweet!! 😍 Aunt Agnes better not mess it up. We all know he's not up to Aunt Agnes standards, but I don’t think he needs to be. It's not like with Marian where that need for money is so great. With Aunt Ada, a man that's not rich wouldn't be an issue. I'm pretty sure the Preacher man makes enough for the both of them. Aunt deserves a romantic love in her life. She's so kind, sweet, loving, she just wants happiness for everyone she loves. She'd be friends with everyone if Aunt Agnes would let her. See she'll be the perfect preachers wife. I wish i.had an Aunt Ada in my life!

[ultraviolet-ink]

Hiii idk if it's still relevant BUT

for the choose violence ask game: 3, 10, 12 ! 😁

Hello!! I'm always down for asks, thanks for sending this one!! (o^▽^o) 3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr Oh god there's this one take I've seen a year or two ago that still makes me lose my mind lol! Basically it was a post talking about how no one understands the point of the joke "Dead Dove, Do Not Eat" and how it's not supposed to be "what's on the tin" but the absurdity of someone putting a dove in a fridge, and THAT was why it was a joke. Fam, do you not know the next line? "I don't know what I expected", dead dove note on a bag -> dead dove in the bag! That's the joke!! That's why we use it in fic to be an extra label (Aka, mind the tags, product may contain peanuts, etc.) tbh, funniest bad take I've seen in a while tho

10. worst part of fanon Found. Family. It went from one of my most favorite tropes ever, to the one that makes me roll my eye the hardest. People can be close without calling each other family, they're allowed to be friends (Like hell I'm calling one of my old professors my "dad" or "weird uncle", or "mom" or "vodka aunt" we're JUST friends). I also don't like how it all just defaults to a nuclear family set of roles, like there has to be two parents, some kids, and then everyone else is somehow a cousin. I've been getting into GOT/HOtD lately, and damn THOSE family lines are easier to follow than some of the shit that gets passed off as "FAMILY DO NOT SEPARATE OR WE WILL SEND DEATH THREATS!!" And to harp on that second point, it just brings so much wank! I have a friend who made a super SUPER niche DGS ship, and no one ever said these characters were family before they started posting about it-- but one of the characters is often headcanoned to be a lesbian (which, yeah, I'm basic, I also hc the same), so when this "rival" ship came about, it was suddenly "fOuNd FaMiLy". Mostly, I just roll my eyes now at this trope, which is sad because it can be so beautiful. Family really can be a bunch of people you find, and it doesn't need labels!! to summarize: Fuck the concept of the nuclear family, all the homies hate the concept of the nuclear family

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

Seishirou Jigoku, he's big and dumb and beefy, pure babygirl <3 But in all seriousness, he is such a fascinating character to me! He really seems like the kind of person who could have done good things in his own little sector, totally inconsequential and mundane, but good. I think he shares a lot of the same characteristics as Genshin and Yujin, optimistic and a bit patriotic. I like to think that he was pretty close with Yujin, it was HIM that convinced the latter to go on the trip after the death of Ayame after all! I just love to think about him so much, how he is with those around them. When it's just him as the judge, he's calm and collected, serious and gets the job done. With Yujin (And I presume with Genshin as well), he's jovial, a little bit goofy and all around enjoyable to be around However, with Stronghart, he twists in on himself, and he leads himself to hell. They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and I think that really does describe his character so well! He wanted to change the court system in his home, to make it brilliant, but he had to eventually do the unthinkable that fateful night in the cemetery <//3 At the end of the day, he's a small and bitter man... See, he's so interesting!! Prompts here!

[hello-nichya-here]

Which is the worst writting duo: Bryan and Mike, Craig and Carter, or David and Dan?

I cannot believe I'm saying this, but put some respect on Bryke's name!

Bryan and Mike already get bonus points because, even though Avatar had it's problems, at least there is more than enough good in the show and it's conclusion that the audience doesn't want to burn their TVs after the finale. And even the weakest season was still enjoyable, instead of dragging on and on only to slap us in the face like seasons 7-9 of HIMYM, or making even the past three awful seasons look briliant like season 8 of GOT.

And even the terrible shit like rampant ableism that would eventually make the comics unsalvageable? They never hide that shit. They're ableist dicks, but they're honest ableist dicks.

Why does that matter? Simple: because How I Met Your Mother only lasted as long as it did because Carter and Craig spent years straight up lying to the fans.

The very first episode shows us that Robin, the girl the main character, Ted, is obsessed with it is NOT the love of his life, but she did eventually become a close friend that his kids now think of as their aunt. We see how Barney goes from womanizer to a hopeless romantic that just wants to make Robin happy, and they spend SIX SEASONS developing their romance, with their wedding leading up to Ted meeting Tracy, aka the "Mother," and the writers are giving interviews talking about Robin and Barney are soulmates, and how Ted's love for Tracy will completely change his life and make him FINALLY experience true love...

And then the finale happens, Barney and Robin divorce because there's no wi-fi at their hotel, Robin starts living the nightmare that is the revenge dream of every incel (aka she regrets being with the "jerk" that the "nice guy" warned her about and is now completely isolated from everyone, desperately pinning for Ted), Tracy is dead and neither her husband nor their kids give a shit, and we have the reavel that the epic love story/tribuite to his deceased wife that Ted has been telling his kids is actually just going "Can I go bone Robin? You know, the actual love of my life? Your mom was just another girl I banged, and she only mattered because Robin can't have kids."

The level of bullshit these two bastards put the fans through was unbelievable, and I can't believe they're still being allowed to work in television. They destroyed nine years of work (though some of said work was mediocre or straight up bad at times) with one absurdly terrible episode that they still think was brilliant.

And now we have the infamous Dumb & Dumber. These two are, without doubt the worst duo on this list, and I instantly knew that, because I was actually OFFENDED that you called them "writers."

There's a reason Game Of Thrones went to shit the second they ran out of books to adapt. The REAL writer was gone, and left us with the two morons that straight up said they scammed HBO when they convinced them that they totally knew what they were doing. The guys who said "themes are for book reports."

Bryke made mistakes, but they never made the heroes suffer a major loss because they "kind of forgot" they still had enemies. C&C might be idiots, but they would have never made Barney be seduced by a girl who said "You want the good girl, but you need the bad pussy."

There's a reason these two got fired from Star Wars before even writting anything: the way they botched the second half of the show, the final season, and especially the finale was SO OBVIOUSLY BAD that two people who thought that was not only good, but actually talked about how they expected it to get 100% positive reviews from critics and audiences like Breaking Bad's finale did, were two men that shouldn't be anywhere NEAR a writting process.

[justtelling-shinobuisthebest]

Sorry, got busy and just remembered about this.

Okay, continuing our, yes, now you're with me, "Loving Shinobu" week. I just came to an idea, that one of the major reasons, why I am even doing this, is something as important for a plot fact as important for us oxygen.

Interactions within characters.

I just caught myself while rereading manga, that I always stop at some not extremely actions-filled moment, just to think of how I would like some of the characters to do something different, say, mimic, gesture, I don't mind. And always I analyze how sure I was while making this. I payed attention, how good or eye-catching was writted at least the most important aspects of characters. Wait... I don't think it's Shinpbu related. Nevermind, I just made quick list that I like. As always, as we say in russian "shit and sticks 👌" (govno i palki, means quick, bad or both, most of the time one is cause for the other)

Tamayo

Starting from a really dumb and bold fact. Thay are different. Wow..

I like that from the moment Tamayo was offered to help ending Muzan, I knew with whom she's going to work. I knew, or at least was able to guess, that we needed combine two scientists rn. And, I was able to predict very first reaction for both of 'em. Like, it was kinda an open book. I wasn't much surprised at Tamayo's flashbacks. I knew Shinobu would still have some hatred towards demons. I knew that Yushiro will react negatively and Tamayo would be more understanding and friendly. But, I liked fact that at the end of their work they got more loyal to each other. Just recalled moment when Yushiro helps Shinobu. I loved changing in their relationship, but couldn't get from where does all of the misunderstanding comes.. Yeah, it's not main interaction for both, but still. I guessed that this came from lack of really good written moments in their dialog with each other, more specifically, their absence. But, I'm not here for this. I just talk about Shinobu, that's my job.

Closing eyes at all hatred or discomfort in the lab. I still have headcanon, that both shared kinda lost family bond. You know. Tamayo, in form of a demon, killing everyone in her family, including her children.

Shinobu, because of demons, losing everyone in her family, including her last hope, love, her sister.

I can see how in quich break Tmayo sees working hard Shinobu and imagines how blessed, happy, contented and just grateful she would be if her daughter was like Shinobu. Yup, first impression may be the first reason why this hc is only a hc. But, how happy she would be if she got to know that her little kid is tiny genius? Very, she was so loving towards them that her murder shattered her.

I can see how in quick breaks Shinobu sees in Tamayo her long gone mother and imagines how blessed, happy, contented and just grateful she would be if this was world wothout demons. How much time she would be able to spend with her parents. But I just still see those similarities between Tamayo and Kocho's mom, at least facial. I see how she would struggle not to call Tamayo as mom or at least aunt. Just, how over the moon would Shinobu be if instead of preparing herself for death, she was still with her family? Very, extremely. Her mother looked so loving and carrying that i couldn't even imagine how much was Kanae upset or lost after their death.

In conclusion, those two making me see them as kinda found - family.

Butterfly girls.

At this point it feels like I would never shut up about how much do I love them.

Even if we skip how lucky Kanao was that people who rescued her was Kocho-sisters, we forget that every girl's parents were killed by demons, we won't pay attention how young were triplets(caterpillars), we still get to see how caring and loving Shinobu was towards them. That after Tengens attempts to take them on his mission , she's still angry and didn't forgive him. That the first person to even know about her revenge was Kanao. That I mistaken Kanao as Shinobu's last thought , but instead she was furious that without demons all of the girls would be with their parents(ch.143).

That Shinobu had kind of sign language with Kanao.

That everyone in Mansion shares respect for Shinobu not only because she's hashira, but also because she sees them as their family. I love their relationship. I love their family. I love them. Also, don't forget, that after last fight, they take care of Fugu, Shinobu's goldfish.

Oh wait, did I forget to talk about their relationship too? Silly me.

I'm sorry, I didn't payed much attention to Fugu and Shinobu's friendship. But honestly, I love, adore, the fact that in her freetime Shinobu with Fugu, playing, feeding, Idc just being with her friend. Aww.

In conclusion, I can't pass a day without thinking how would their relationship go if there would be no demons, no deaths. How would it go if in Modern AU all 9f families lived in one apartment, Kocho sisters were playing and helping those kids.. well, I'm crying. Someone pls, I need a story abt them.

Inosuke

I felt strong need to talk about them.

The way how he changes with Shinobu. The way how he sees her as his mother. The way how much he wanted to ask Shinobu about it. The way how he helps Kanao, because she's Shinobu’s sister. The way how he never gets her name wrong. The way how he kinda scolds Kanao getting so much bruises, because Shinobu will get mad. The way how he changes after knowing about her death. The way how he continued crying alongside Kanao after battle. The way how she calls him a honey badger(I guess) The way how much I love them. It breaks my heart, that in manga there is nothing from Shinobu's side. That there's not so much moments with them. That there is people misunderstanding this cute mother-son relations.

In conclusion, I can't wait to see more at least cute momets with them, really.

Love Shinobu..

They make me speechless when it comes to them. I can't imagine where I would be without them. Their cute, beautiful and bright interactions always makes my heart skip a beat.

Loving Shinobu. Day 6

I didn't add Douma because it's either keeps me boiling or just doesn't lay with everything I already wrote.

Love you,Happy Halloween ❤️

[yoonqua]

uno.

Tales of LB and CN (ATZ Version)

choi san x reader \\ 12k words \\ oct 6 2022

Muffins and Best friends

9:46 am

This sucks. Ever since opening the tiny little box that mysteriously appeared in your room, your life has gone to absolute shit. Sleeping late into the afternoon is basically unheard of; you constantly have to be alert in case fucking Hawkmoth decides to be a bitch and ruin everyone’s day. And the thing is–it isn’t even THEIR fault. If only Mr. Choi wasn’t an evil mastermind. Hmm. A back-up ladybug would be cool. You’d have more free time. Could sleep  in. Help your aunt at the bakery…

You groan while grabbing the roots of your hair and dragging your hands down your face, causing your skin to droop alongside your fingers. You can’t do that. What if the other Ladybug turns into an evil twin…thing. 

You never asked for this. You’re only half complaining–hell you deserve to complain 100%. Some people were idiots. HAWKMOTH is an idiot. Superhero-ing is cool and all; you swing around like Spiderman  and your magical ladybugs rival Tony Stark's technology in cleaning up after fights. You had some battles handed to you for sure, but it gets very tiring having to fight the Pigeon man 53 times. When a civilian gets akumatized that often– it just feels like the people aren’t really safe. 

There’s just not much you can do, some people are just dumb enough to let that bastard shit head take control–is what you tell yourself to keep yourself from giving up. Just keep going. Walking to survey the area. Running after villains. Swinging by. Fighting. Punching. Thinking. De-evilizing. Hiding. Man, you are tired.

“You look half dead,” states your very best friend in the best, nicest, and welcoming voice ever. In response, you stick up your middle finger, almost sticking it up his nose, causing him to swat at you like a fly, dropping his muffin bag in the process.

“You can have them,” he begins, handing you the bag from the floor, “but seriously, are you–stop poking me y/n.”

“You talk too much,” you say as you place a muffin between your teeth and begin to swat at him like he did you. You didn’t want to explain your thoughts to Wooyoung. You weren’t ready to hear compliments. People usually resort to sweet words in the form of comfort, and it’s  mad annoying. They focus too much on the nice aspects of being a hero. Like, yea you look SMOKING in the skin tight suit, but sweat is not fun and no amount of magic could relieve you when you went into sensory overload. Especially when the sun decides to shine way too much in the middle of March and the rain from that morning left humidity and the hairs behind your neck stick–

“Helloooo??” Wooyoung begins once again as he knocks on your forehead with the exact same force you would a door

“Could you not?” You say as you turn your head harshly away from him, “I’m just tired.”

“I would say I’m sorry,” He begins while shoving a muffin in your mouth, “but I’m not. You never talk to me anymore, so I’m not apologizing for being a concerned friend.”

“You don’t need to be concerned for me,” You drop your shoulders with slight guilt, and you begin to ponder about your best friend. He’s never openly said something so sweet to you, kinda disgusting.

“Exactly!” He basically screams, “I don’t–no–I shouldn’t have to worry because you don’t just disappear halfway through a movie and come back hours later! And! On days we plan to hangout you always come up with a dumbass excuse.”

By now you have stopped chewing your muffin and just stare at him–mind blank. 

“Like, I can totally see right through you anyway, but I still let you go because yes, I am annoying, but I don’t want to chase after you so much.  If you have something you’re hiding–that’s okay! You don’t have to tell me.” He gets quieter at this confession and it makes you want to hug your dear friend. “But I thought I would be the first to know about your booty calls and possible partner.” 

“Huh...” You go, very eloquently. “Booty call???” You scrunch your face together as if you ate a lemon and stare at him with your mouth slightly open.

Wooyoung looks  you up and down with just his eyes–kind of judgingly. He takes notice of your dangling arms attached to your slouched form–one hand holding the bag and the other with muffin crumbs. Your hair–although messy– slightly moves with the early morning wind. It’s warm out and you have a sweater on, obvious that you rushed out of bed 30 minutes ago. Good thing he has an extra shirt in case you get sweaty and gross. 

He slightly laughs at your expression to his previous comment, but he had to keep composure. He only added that to what he was feeling to get a reaction from you. You had already looked guilty enough, and he just wanted to know what was up with you. At that thought, he crosses his arms and says,

“Yea, booty call, why else would you be dumping me all the time.” He un-crosses his arms and goes to swing his arm around you, “It’s okay to be horny, you know, and I would prefer to not know that, but again, I need to know where you go.”

You slightly lean into him as you groan. You were about to cover your face with your palms when Wooyoung grabs them and looks at you. You stick your head out to make a biting movement and say, “I’m not seeing anyone. I’m just….busy.”

“Doing what? You be helping out Ladybug or something?” He slightly laughs and lets go of your hands to pat down your hair. 

“Kind of.”

He stops his movements to look at you, “What?”

“Except I am Ladybug,” you whisper with the best poker face you can manage. 

“No,” he states but it sounds more  like a question as he expects you to be joking.

“Yea,” you simply state as you turn and continue walking towards your morning class, grateful the booty call conversation is now over even though you kind of blew your cover.

You’re not really nervous about having told Wooyoung. You trust him with your life, and you’ve seen him stare down a little black butterfly that was headed his way. Effectively avoiding akumatization. You simply wonder if he really believes you–he has to. It’s kind of the only explanation for your emotional and physical absence. You would explain better, but you’d rather let him take in this information first before dumping your other problems unto him. 

“You’re a pain in my ass Y/n.” He groans as you two walk into the school building.

“I do have a nice ass. Thank you, Woo.” you reply, also taking note of the amount of students in the building. 

Wooyoung rolls his eyes and confesses, “The booty call thing was a joke, I’m sorry, okay? So just tell me the truth now.”

“That is the truth, stupid.” you deadpan, “Thanks for not repeating it, though. I thought you’d scream it out so loud Mayor Kang would hear and alert the press…or something.”

Wooyoung seems to copy the same reaction you had not 20 minutes ago; slightly bent over and full of disbelief.

[malsiesdiary]

Rose you can call cps on me if you want it just gives me more proof about the obsession with my daughter especially since you don’t know us 😂 but thanks for the evidence pookie ! You just keep building me more of a case !!

First of all, I didn’t know I mentioned a name in the post. Did you see the name Makayla? Me and Dareka talked about who I got CPS involved on, and it wasn’t you. So go ahead and tell the cops “pookie.” I didn’t know your first name started with a V and last name started with an M. I didn’t know you had 6 kids, and that you’re cheating on your husband and messing around with your drug dealer. I also didn’t know we went to HS together and that I’ve known you since 2003. That’s news to me.

Second of all, the call wasn’t on you. Sorry that my life doesn’t revolved around dumb cunts that wish my life did revolve around them. (But maybe I should call CPS on you also. You know since I’m being threatened and accused of doing so.) Sorry that I don’t spend every waking moment of my life thinking about you or giving a crap about you or your narcissistic psychopath friends.

Third of all, idgaf about you or your daughter. I really and truly don’t. I don’t care that you’re pregnant. I don’t care that you have a kid. Idc about you. I don’t care about your lazy ass boyfriend who sits on his ass all day and doesn’t even try and work to support his family. Idgaf that you have 10 cats that don’t go to the vet or get proper care. Idgaf about YOU or your LIFE. What I want is for you to go the hell away and leave me and Dareka and my friends alone.. Continuing to accuse me of “being obsessed” with your kid leads me to believe you DID send me that anon about nasty ass shit. I’m really tempted to actually call CPS on you now along with law enforcement because of your obsession with saying I have an obsession with your child. The fact you think that way constantly, leads me to believe that you’re the one who has some issues with pedophilia since you keep accusing everyone else of having that issue. I’m 36 years old. I’ve been a live in nanny, a baby sitter, etc. And not once has ANYONE accused me of being “obsessed” with their kid. Someone can be concerned about a child’s well being, and not be obsessed with your kid.

Hell you even accused me of buying a doll that looks like your daughter, when my aunts the one who bought it for me and even picked it out because she looks like me when I was a little girl. But Makayla just needs everything to revolve around her like the controlling narcissistic bitch that she is.

Nobody gives a shit about you or your kid. But if you want to keep making accusations about me that aren’t true, I’ll happily contact CPS on you. Clearly they need to be called since you’re acting scared and threatening me with a case when you’re not even the one who was called on. I don’t call CPS on people from online. But you’re going to be the reason I finally do because your attitude towards me calling CPS on you tells me there’s a valid reason for me to do so that you’re scared of the cops coming to your house for.

Also I called the police. You’ve never even called them. So stfu.

Now read this loud and clear. NOT EVERYTHING I POST IS ABOUT YOU OR YOUR LUNATIC FRIENDS!

[ooglywooglies]

was watching a video yesterday about the wandering son

the girl presenting the video was talking about the different experiences of the little trans boy and the little trans girl growing up and about how the little trans boy had less push back when it came to his boyish interests than the trans girl with her girly interests and how trans boys must then have an easier time presenting as masculine/"fitting into the tomboy space"

and it sort of made me feel annoyed and i talked with my husband about it (hes cis if that matters) and we came to the conclusion that trans boys showing interest in boy hobbies DO get push back, it just doesnt come in the form of getting scolded, its more passive

like when i was a kid one of my big gender memories is one time i was having christmas at my aunts house and she had girl and boy presents prepared, the boy presents were legos which i wanted i loved legos but no one was ever willing to buy them for me and the girl present... was hair clips... not even a toy and i complained about it because even if i wasnt a little trans boy i dont think that was very fair and everyone brushed me off

i think a lot of having boy interests as a little trans boy gets push back in the form of just straight up being ignored and that probably applies to a lot of aspects of the experiences of being a trans man

im kind of a general kid of neglect so i have a LOT of experience with being ignored in a LOT of different ways from vital figures and i of course have struggled with the "its not real abuse because its not physically violent" sort of thing

obviously ive been thinking about this bc something about a "transandrophobia" post is apparently floating around (idk which one it is specifically) and i mostly think the term is silly and unnecessary i feel like it was obvious that trans men and women have different experiences and most people know that, but while i dont think it needs a name (especially a dumb one like that) i hope most people dont also think that trans men inherently have a better time with being trans just because they dont have the same problems as trans women

i dont see much about the "transmasc community" if such a thing even exists bc like i was saying in another post i mostly seem to surround myself with transfems, but from my perspective there must be some kind of constant tension between the two groups, i guess i ought not to speculate why that is because i dont know shit but i FEEL like theres some kind of misunderstanding from both parties at the root

[mallo-person]

Had one of the weirdest dreams after I accidently took a nap and uhmm.

(story in readmore)

So first thing is that I think me and three other people went to meet up somewhere? I think a party. So I decided to sneak up from my Aunt's house into a long car? It had one of my cousins in it and he didn't notice me until I made noise in the very back.

Uhm anyways, after a while and me trying to be outa vision because I wasn't s'pose to be there, I ended up at the place! It was some sort of AI holographic party? In the sense that there were Idols that where "fake", but apparently they weren't because than after a while, a girl with a gun(?? Don't ask why) hit one of the idols on the head with it and she bumped out of the hologram somewhat.

Quietness.

Then for some reason a friend of mine grapes it's head? And than we all rushed back stage and I think one of us had magic to make up teleport away like the 0wl House outro (there was that plant girl.. forgot her name atm). So yeah, we went exploring.

Then we went into a long field, and we kinda exited one of those.. water drain things that look like forbidden slides? There was three of them (where we exited into the field, and two on the far end.), And we decided "hey we need to go over there!"

So we did!

I made a dumb comment about how this reminds me of those Minecraft "invisible" mazes, no one really got it or why it was even brought up :[.

And then we found out we can't go through one exit (also became aware that we look like weird avatars for those MBTI personality things). So we just.. sat down? And talked about a plan.

I was like "hey guys, cant we just try the other door thingy?" And they fucking ignored my idea! Just went and said something in acknowledgment and went back to planning!

But then I saw something that could say "hey! This world is even sick of our shit lmao," because some airplanes came by and made multiple cloud arrows pointing to that exit!

After some more chitchat, another one came by, but only one.

And than another

It was a fucking mouth curser as a cloud.

And why do I know that? Because one of our teammates was like "Sorry.. I don't think I can do this group project anymore" in that stereotypical nerd voice (but fem). After one member spoke some more (probably the team leader now.), The nerd was like "yeah I can help!" And then the mouse clicker clicked on our little land. I was like "Okay! Just please don't mess with me :'D" bc I don't wanna get scrambled, but the others trusted her i guess.

We heard types, talked a small bit, and then an error noise went up!

We kinda got panicked "mostly me", but then after some things we started to get edited????

Like I saw, full screen in my eyes, that happening!

Idk what happened to the other members, but for me they gave me a small body and big head bc of something like "you gotta stay cute :)".

When the edit was done, I just felt the weight of my head not being supported, so I just fell backwards like a bobble head figure with my arms crossed, not trying to feel the weird white comfort/pain(?) Around my neck area.

Then some things happened, like the voice of RTgame accidentally giving out prom tickets to everyone, but we didn't need that so he sent out an apology.

Then I woke tf up with RTgame, his video of "Shadow of Doubt" playing on my fucking nindento switch!

[stregoniconiconii]

I was thinking about the head canon of Steve being Italian, through his mom because Harrington is like super Irish, and I have some ideas

first off, I don’t think Steve can speak Italian super fluently. I think his mom was first generation and she worked really hard to sound American and so she didn’t really speak it at home. Steve only heard Italian when his mom was on a long distance phone call with her family back home or when she got homesick and listened to an Italian language radio station. Steve loved hanging out with his mom though, and he loved listening in on her conversations because I know my boy is a little gossip, so he picked up on understanding the language fairly well, but never really got the hang of speaking it

until, when he was like 10 years old and they went to Italy for the summer. his nonna, who he had literally only talked to on the phone, was dying and she wanted her daughter to come back home. she and Steve go together, his dad comes for a couple weeks but then has to go back to work, and they’re there for months, fully immersed. he even spends a month at school with his cousins, who he gets along with pretty well. that’s not to say it was easy at first, definitely not

Steve probably spent the first few weeks there quiet as a mouse just listening to everyone speak. everyone thought he was just a dumb American, chastising his mother for not teaching him their language, teasing him because they thought he couldn’t understand. but they all get surprised when he speaks up when one of his aunts is going in on his mom and he calls her out in actually pretty good Italian. after that, he gets included more, his cousins discover that he’s actually pretty funny besides being American. he still gets teased because his accent needs some serious work, but by the time his Nonna dies and his dad is flying down for the funeral and to take them back to America, he feels pretty damn Italian

he half hopes that he and his mom could stay here, where he has family he actually gets a long with, but his dad’s kinda mad at how native they’ve gone while he’s been gone. now he’s the odd one out and he doesn’t like it. he brings them back to hawkins and issues an Italian ban because he doesn't like not knowing what his wife and son are talking about. and then news about the affair breaks out

see, while Steve and his mom were in Italy, hanging out with family, looking after a sick old lady, and preparing for a funeral, mr harrington was getting dirty with his secretary. so now his mom is paranoid that it will happen again if he gets out of her sights so she ends up going with him on a bunch of business trips. leaving poor Steve alone. and without the practice Steve’s Italian skills go downhill until high school and he starts taking a second language

not many people choose to take Italian, more going for French or Spanish, so it’s a small class. he thought it would be easy for him, since he already knew Italian even if he was out of practice, but this wasn’t the regional Italian his mom and her family spoke, this was The Official Italian Language. so it’s not as easy as he thought it would be but he actually manages to pick it up pretty quickly. yes, Italian is one of his best classes. yes, his accent is still pretty bad

anyway I don't think Steve keeps it a secret that he’s actually pretty good at Italian but not many people know. most of the kids in hawkins are barely passing Spanish or French, the few that are good at languages don’t think of him as someone good at languages so they don’t bother him. it’s not until robin claims she can speak Italian fluently that it even comes up

basically I think Steve and robin gossip in Italian bc they love that only they know what they’re saying. Steve teaches her some of the regional dialect he grew up on, she goes holy shit this means that we can hit up Sicily on our Europe trip and Steve’s very happy about that (because yay best friends trip and also he can visit his family again!)

[idkthisisjustforfanfic]

too soon to tell, chapter t e n

the playlist

You drove up north the week of Christmas with Bryn and Jessie. Jake and Harry drove up on the 23rd, Adam took a train after getting stuck late in the office. The group chat lit up your phone when you sat in the living room of your parents house with Katie.

Adam Penter (5:09pm): Someone tell me why I haven’t quit my job.

Bryn Miller (5:11pm): Because you need money?

Jessie Alby (5:11pm): Cause you’re a pussy!!!

Harry S (5:13pm): Ouch Jess

Jessie Alby (5:15pm): Well he’s miserable

Adam Penter (5:015pm): Fuck you too

Adam Penter (5:15pm): Not miserable, unhappy.

Jake Newcomb (5:16pm): Sounds like the same thing to me

Y/N L/N (5:17pm): How’s the train?

Adam Penter (5:19pm): Stupid. Smelly. Loud. Wish I was home.

Adam Penter (5:19pm): What time is everyone going to Red Lion?

Bryn Miller (5:20pm): 7 I think

Bryn Miller (5:20pm): No one back out

Harry S (5:21pm): Why would we back out?

Bryn Miller (5:21pm): Because you’re all a bunch of idiots and every year we debate if we really want to see everyone we don’t like from school

Jake Newcomb (5:22pm): I’ll be there

Jessie Alby (5:22pm): Ditto!

Adam Penter liked Jessie Alby’s message.

Harry S (5:23pm): Me too!

Bryn Miller (5:24pm): Y/N??????????

Yeah, you were going. You groaned when you stood up from the couch, Katie looked up at you.

“Tell me I don’t have to go to the Red Lion tonight.”

“You have to go.”

“Why?” You asked, flopping back onto the cushions.

“Because you’ll have fomo if you don’t.”

You thought about it for a second when she stared at her phone. She wasn’t wrong. Mollie Amsbury’s instagram story would undoubtedly flood you with feelings of jealousy when you saw everyone tipsy and laughing and hugging as if you didn’t all chat shit for the other 364 days of the year.

Christmas Eve was always a spectacle. Gatherings with family, hugging your aunts and uncles and then swiping on some eyeliner and trudging through the cold to see people you didn’t really like.

You resented the way Katie smiled up at you, she knew she was right and she didn’t hesitate to remind you when she showed up at your bedroom door only twenty minutes later. You held up a blouse to your chest in the mirror.

“Heard people are going to Kenny’s.”

“Kenny’s?” you grimaced. “Why?”

“Because he always has parties,” she shrugged.

Katie was two years younger than you and apparently the more time that passed since secondary school, the more your friends overlapped and the more often you ended up at the same parties back home.

She walked into your room and jumped onto your bed, grabbing a pillow for emotional support when she watched you. “Is the reason you seem so anti-Red Lion the same reason you left the club basically crying two weeks ago?”

You clamped your mouth shut, offered her a narrowed glare before you went back to your closet.

“Oh come off it--what’s even been going on between you two?”

“Between who?” you looked at her over your shoulder and played dumb.

She let her eyes roll into the back of her head, splayed out on your bed as if your feigned innocence had killed her.

“Nothing’s going on,” you said quickly.

It wasn’t that you couldn’t trust Katie, wasn’t that you didn’t want to fill her in. If anything, telling Katie felt like it made it all too real.

Bryn and Jessie had begged for details of your car ride home with Harry. Jake texted you the next day, a picture of two cats hugging. Not much of an apology for storming out, but when you knocked on his door that night, he hugged you tight only after you admitted that you were, perhaps, the biggest wanker of them all.

And besides, you didn’t even know where to start.

“You expect me to believe that you have no good updates about your popstar boyfriend after having the most dramatic experience at his house?”

Right, you’d told her about the bracelet.

“I haven’t seen him since then.”

“You haven’t?” She sat up now, her forehead wrinkled when she held the pillow to her chest.

“Nope. Only texted in the group, too.”

“Hmm.”

“Hmm what?”

“Strange.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s Harry. Surprised he’s left you alone all this time.”

“Yeah, well--he has. And everything’s kind of calmed down, I think. So I’d appreciate it if you’d just let it go.”

She let out a quick laugh. “Calmed down?”

“What’s funny about that?”

She bristled at your tone, the smile fell from her face and she shrugged. “I just think you need to talk to him.”

“Yeah--I know.”

“You know?”

“Yeah, Katie.” You turned to see her. “I know I have to talk to him, but you pestering me about doing it isn’t going to make me want to do it any more.”

She sat up on your bed, apparently surprised by your admission and willingness to say she was right. She didn’t drive up with you, Jessie, and Bryn. Instead she took the train a few days early after being granted permission to work remotely for the entire week.

At first she bragged to you about all the fry ups she’d eat at Annie’s before you even made it into town, but now:

“When did you decide this?”

A shrug as you looked through your closet once more. “In the car with Jessie and Bryn. They’ve been surprisingly not pushy. Unlike you.”

She rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe I missed that.”

“Well, you were lucky enough to get all those fry ups.”

“I think they changed the toast,” she said, “s’not as good as it used to be.”

You didn’t reply, tugged another blouse out of your closet to inspect it.

“Anyway, what are you going to say? That you still love him?” she asked, her voice getting loud with excitement when you rolled your eyes. “That you miss him and that you want to have his children?!”

She made a bug-eyed face at you, stuck her tongue out and shook her head like crazy when you let out a laugh.

You’d thought about it, truthfully. Spent the last two weeks wondering if you’d bump into him again in the lobby or if you’d see him before tonight.

No luck.

So when you pushed the door open to the Red Lion pub, Bryn’s smiling face at the bar made whatever nerves you had disappear. Mollie was in the corner with Laura Dalton and Maddie Winslow, Kieran Chesna and Michael Waite reached for their drinks on the counter and offered you a wave.

“Hi,” you shrugged out of your jacket. “Where is everyone?”

Bryn rolled her eyes. “Late, are you surprised?”

“No,” you laughed. “Adam’s train get in?”

“He said it did,” she looked at her phone. “How are you?”

You sat at a bar stool beside her. “Alright--a bit, you know, anxious.”

She nodded, a smile pulled at her lips but she kept her composure. “You can do this.”

You took a deep breath, smiled at the bartender and ordered a drink before Jessie and Jake walked through the door.

They knew your plan, you’d told them over coffee last week and ran through the details in the car. In fact, when Katie arrived and offered you a thumbs up from across the room, you felt a bit more confident, if only for the drink in hand and the new shade of lipstick you’d bought at Sainsbury’s.

It was simple: just admit at some point that you knew you fucked up too. Maybe he’d want to hear you out, maybe he’d just accept a quick apology: sorry I can be an idiot.

You didn’t know what to expect out of it, but you knew getting it off your chest would certainly help move things in the right direction…whatever direction that was.

Harry arrived shortly before Adam, nothing but a quick wave in your direction before he was tugged away by other classmates. Eventually you saw him get a drink at the bar, a few feet down from where you sat.

You did your best to just ignore him. You chatted with Veronica Wickham, laughed about the time Cassidy Chase got gum stuck in her braces in Year 7.

“Okay, since when does he even talk to Dan Ardsley? Did we even have any classes with him?” Jessie was getting impatient (unsurprising) as she watched Harry across the room later that night. You, on the other hand, were more than happy to silently observe and sip a seasonal cocktail at the bar. Were you avoiding it? Maybe. Did Jessie think so? Absolutely.

“Whatever--if it doesn’t happen tonight it’s fine. I’ll talk to him, I promise.”

“We know, and we support you doing this,” Bryn said with a nod. “S’very mature of you.”

“Apparently I’m turning a new leaf, too,” you laughed.

Jessie let out a groan. “Jesus fuck,” she said. “Now Mollie’s over there which means he’ll never break free.”

Both you and Bryn watched her with amusement.

“What?” She asked. “You both know that if I was Old Jessie I’d walk right up to him and tell him to get his arse over here.”

“Or lock us in the toilet,” you teased.

“Right--that too. More efficient than this shit,” she motioned to you, frozen, watching.

“Hey,” Bryn stuck up for you. “Leave her alone. She’ll do it, she’s just waiting for the right time.”

Jessie nodded, took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. It wasn’t her fault she was so worked up. Patience, timing--none of that came naturally to your friend.

“Which might be right now,” you said, eyes on Harry as he walked on the far side of the pub, wove between tables and chairs as he seemingly headed for the loo.

“Okay--I’ll be back. Don’t lock us in there, yeah?”

Jessie let out a snort of a laugh but you were already on your feet. You met him right at the start of the hallway in the back, his eyebrows raised in greeting.

“Hi, Smalls.”

“Hey,” you nodded, “was just going to the loo.”

“Same,” he said, hesitance audible in his voice. “Sorry I haven’t been over to say hi. Just caught up with Danny Ardsley, remember him? Haven’t seen him in ages.”

“Yeah,” you waved him off. “Listen, uh, really quick--I wanted to just say--”

“Yeah?”

You choked. Your stomach was in a knot when the dimple on his left cheek appeared. His hair was shorter than it had been, a gray sweatshirt over his torso and you knew exactly how it smelled despite not being anywhere close enough to breathe him in.

“Merry Christmas.”

His face twitched a bit like he didn’t believe you, something in his eyes knew you were full of shit. He didn’t push.

“Merry Christmas, Smalls.” Quiet for a second when he held your gaze. “Is that it?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, full-on panic. What were you supposed to say? I know you looked at rings? I miss you terribly and realize what an idiot I’ve been?

The hallway to the loo at the Red Lion didn’t seem like the best place for this conversation, and maybe it took you until now to think it through. Tonight? Of all nights?

“Okay,” he nodded. “I’ll find you later, yeah?”

He put a hand on your shoulder like he was letting you down easy, or like he knew you were swallowing words and feelings. You nodded, watched him walk down the hall and push the door open as he whistled, have a holly jolly Christmas.

Bryn and Jessie were disappointed but not shocked. They ordered you another drink and when it was time to make your way to Kenny Tilley’s, you linked arms with Bryn in the cold air, heading for Jessie’s car.

“Oi--only seats five so someone’s got to sit on someone.”

Jake picked up his pace, “I’ll take the front!”

“Adam gets the middle with his tiny arse,” Harry laughed.

He gave Harry a shove. “I like to think it’s the perfect size.”

“S’what your mum says,” Jake teased.

“No one else drove?” Bryn asked.

“My mum dropped me off,” Harry shrugged.

“Katie dropped me before she went to pick up some friends,” you explained.

“This is uncharacteristically responsible of us,” Jessie laughed, unlocking her car and climbing into the driver’s seat.

Bryn opened the back door and slid down, then Adam, then Harry.

You stood at the door, eyebrows lifted when Jake turned around. “Oi--just sit on his lap, Smalls, s’not like it’s a big deal.”

“We can switch, Harry, she can sit on my lap,” Bryn offered.

“We’re not playing musical chairs,” Adam complained.

“I can get a ride with someone else,” Harry looked up at you now, an unreadable expression. He wasn’t going to push you, wasn’t going to make you do anything you weren’t comfortable with.

“No, it’s fine--I, uh--you don’t mind?”

“Smalls,” he let his head dip to the side, opening an arm for you to climb in. “I don’t bite.”

“He actually does,” Jake laughed from the front when Jessie started the engine.

“Yeah?” Bryn let out a laugh. “Sounds like you would know.”

“The gay one making a gay joke?” Adam turned to her with a feigned look of shock when you crawled onto his lap. Harry tugged the door shut.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Are you good?”

Maybe he was a little drunk, maybe he wasn’t in the right mindset--but his hand snaked around your waist and his hand rested on your thigh like it always had, like there weren’t months and arguments between you.

The ride was quick, thank god, and Jessie was sure to throw a wink in your direction when she wiped her feet on the welcome mat of Kenny Tilley’s parent’s house. Coats in the bedroom down the hall, drinks in the kitchen, the same set up as always.

“Okay, beer pong!” Jake said excitedly once you’d all found your way deeper into the house.

“So American of us,” Adam rolled his eyes.

“Oi, you two are our resident Americans,” Jake pointed at you and Harry, walking over to the table that had already been set up.

Harry looked down at you before looking back at them. “Us?”

“Yeah, you,” Jake made a face, picking up the white balls Kenny had set out. “You both lived there. So you can’t be on the same team.”

“Or should it be Brits versus Americans?” Jessie wiggled her eyebrows at you, always scheming.

“No,” you rolled your eyes. “And we’re not American.”

“I like that idea,” Jake nodded, ignoring your rejection.

“Okay,” Adam crossed his arms, watching the scene unfold. “Jake and Jessie as Team UK, Harry and Y/N as Team New York.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you groaned, looking around to see if anyone would acknowledge your protest.

“S’fine,” Harry smirked, handing you a ball. “We’re obviously going to beat them.”

You lowered your voice and turned to Harry, hoping the others wouldn’t hear your confession. “Are we? I’ve played twice in my life and I have terrible hand-eye coordination.”

“You’ll be great,” he waved you off.

Jake dunked the balls in water, tossed one to Harry and they both took a shot to determine which team would start. Jake got his in, Harry’s was close but bounced off the rim of a glass and Jessie let out a victory screech.

It went mostly like that, Jake was much better than the rest of you, Harry made a few and you scored twice.

“Two more than I expected from you, honestly,” Harry slung an arm around your shoulder and tugged you into him. Only a few cups left on your side, Jessie was happy to brag about their skill even though she played a minimal role.

“Oi, don’t get all proud of her,” Jessie pointed a finger in your direction. “She’s shit, honestly.”

“Hey!” You whined.

“She’s not any worse than you!” Harry defended.

Jake let out a dramatic gasp. “I’m sorry--are you two on the same page about something?”

“No,” you rolled your eyes.

“I’m sticking up for you,” Harry reminded, his brows furrowed when he made a funny face and looked at you.

“You’re welcome, mom and dad,” Jessie smiled devilishly, “for putting you on the same team.”

“Do not, Jessie,” you laughed. Adam, who sipped a beer and watched on, let his eyes sweep from Jessie to Harry when he said: “been a while since you got on this well.”

An awkward pause, Harry cleared his throat and took a shot, sinking the ball with a plop before he clapped his hands together. “We do make a good team,” he smiled, a shrug of his shoulders when he grabbed one of the balls and handed it back to you. “Your shot.”

They watched you miss, a groan in disappointment but Harry patted you on the back, better luck next time, Smalls.

Two more turns, Jake almost flipped the table in delight when they won and Jessie came to offer you a pity hug.

“I’m glad no one yelled,” Adam patted you on the head lovingly.

“Jake was screaming the entire time,” you pointed a finger.

“I meant you and Harry,” Adam laughed.

Harry let out a scoff, crossed his arms over his chest. “Us? We have not been that bad.”

“Is that a joke?” Jessie gasped. “You’re mental! The two of you have been ridiculous.”

You eyed her, iguana, and she pulled her lips shut.

“Hey, wouldn’t be the first time Smalls yelled at Harry in this house of memories,” Jake looked up to the ceiling, like it held all of your secrets.

Harry fought a smile at that, let his eyes graze over you when the dimple appeared in his left cheek for the second time that night.

“Alright, let’s not re-traumatize them, yeah?” Bryn snaked an arm through yours and sipped her drink.

“You’re all a bunch of wankers,” you narrowed your eyes jokingly.

“Hey,” Bryn was offended. “I’m the one who busted in to save your ass as soon as it went downhill.”

You pulled your head back and looked at her. “Wait, what do you mean as soon as it went down hill?”

She was quiet for a second, eyes wide like she’d been caught. You looked to Jessie and Jake, then to Adam. “Someone spill it,” you shook your head.

“No, it’s nothing,” Jessie waved you off.

“I thought we were being honest,” Harry looked at her with wide eyes.

“Oh shut up, Harry,” Jessie barked back.

“M’just saying,” Harry pushed, an innocent shrug when Jessie looked annoyed.

“Okay, alright,” Jake held up his hand. “You know how we knew you were in the bathroom and left you for a while to see if you’d sort yourselves out?”

“Yeah,” Harry rolled his eyes.

“We were also trying to listen through the door,” Bryn explained. “Which is why I busted in and saved you,” she stressed the end of her sentence to remind you just how helpful she’d been.

**

December 29th, 2015 - 12:02am

“I can’t hear anything they’re saying,” Jessie whispered, ear pressed up against the wood.

“Can you move?” Bryn looked at Adam, “your stepping on my foot.”

“Well it’s dark and I’m also trying to hear.”

“They’re not saying anything, I don’t think,” Jake said, using his hand to cup around his ear.

“Well if we don’t shut up we’ll never hear them!” Jessie reminded.

“I feel kind of guilty about this,” Bryn piped up. “Don’t you feel guilty?”

“Guilty?” Jake asked, forehead wrinkled. “We’re helping them finally just admit their love for each other.”

“That’s if this goes right,” Adam reasoned.

“Oh come on,” Jessie dismissed him. “This is the most they’ve talked in years.”

“She’s pretty drunk,” Bryn said. “And upset. And mad at him.”

Adam was on Bryn’s team: “yeah, what on earth could go wrong?”

Jake ignored him. “If she’s drunk she might be honest and confess her love.”

“Shut up,” Jessie whispered, jabbed Jake in the shoulder. “She’s saying something.”

They were all quiet, Bryn held her breath and Adam leaned closer to the door. It was muffled, Smalls’ voice was barely audible over the music.

“I think she’s talking about Charlie,” Jessie said.

Jake let out a scoff. “Great--that’s got to be a mood killer.”

“He’s got to know she’s mad at him, right? I mean, she made it pretty obvious in the kitchen.”

Jake laughed, “Can’t imagine she’s pleased to be in there with him, so he might ask what stick is up her arse.”

Bryn rolled her eyes at Jessie and Jake, but she couldn’t help but wonder if they had the right idea. It was exhausting to be stuck in the middle, so maybe bowing out of the situation would do them all some good. Both Harry and Y/N had been dancing around each other for years now, maybe the stars would finally align tonight.

“He’s laughing,” Adam perked up. “That’s good.”

Quiet for a second, frozen in fear when someone wiggled on the door knob. No luck.

A sigh of relief when they heard Harry slump against the wall, a few more exchanges before silence.

“I can’t hear anything now,” Jake said.

“No shit,” Jessie rolled her eyes. “What’s going on?”

Don’t touch me, I’m fine!

Adam tensed, “Is she crying?”

Jessie shrugged, worry in her voice. “I don’t know.”

Harry spoke but it was unclear, the music seemed louder and that’s when Bryn said: “Something’s wrong, I’m going in.”

“Going in?”

Her hand was on the knob and Jessie and Jake split up, down the hall, towards the living room, anywhere to not be caught in the act of snooping or scheming. Adam was a few steps back, still watching in fear when Bryn pushed the door open. “What happened?”

Y/N was on the floor, tears and mascara smudged on her cheeks. Harry was on his knees in front of her, a look of confusion on his face when he looked up to see Bryn.

“I just--we were stuck in here--and she,” he sputtered out the words, endless sentences with no finish lines.

“Just get out, Harry,” Y/N said, her eyes still wet with emotion, she wrapped her arms around her own shoulders.

Harry reached forward, a desperate look on his face when he tried to reason. “Y/N, hold on, just wait, I think--”

“No, Harry, alright? I shouldn’t have said it and now I look even more like an idiot.”

Bryn had no clue what to do. She had no clue what had already transpired and what had Y/N sobbing in the corner and Harry looking like he was guilty enough for a life-sentence.

“Smalls, you need to calm down.”

Bryn felt her shoulders tense when Y/N bit out: “Don’t you have more famous friends to hang out with?”

“Harry, just go, I’ve got it,” Bryn pleaded from behind him. He turned to look at her over his shoulder, the first time he’d taken his eyes off Y/N since the lights came on. Bryn could tell he didn’t want to leave, she knew from the way his eyes begged. But she waved him off, he let out a sigh before he pushed himself up off his knees and disappeared back into the party.

Y/N looked up at Bryn, let out a shaky breath. “I’m a fucking idiot.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know,” she cried, burying her face in her hands. “I don’t know, I’m stupid, I have to go.”

She climbed up, wiped the tears from her face when Bryn started to fall into step with her.

“I can find Adam, we can bring you home.”

“No, don’t tell them about this, don’t tell anyone I just--I have to go.”

And then she left.

**

You weren’t mad. You nodded, eyes wide when you sipped your drink.

“You don’t want to kill us for that?” Jessie was hesitant, a guilty look on her face when she waited for you to answer.

“Kill you? Am I supposed to be surprised that you lot are a bunch of meddlers?”

“Not at this point,” Jake raised his cup in the air in jest, Harry stifled a laugh.

The boys soon split off, made their way to catch up with Kenny and some of the other lads from school. Jessie refilled your drinks and Bryn showed you a picture Briony had sent from a family holiday party.

“With all due respect,” Jessie reappeared, handing over your cups with a smile, “what’s the plan?”

You looked across the room, watched as Harry laughed at something Jake said and wondered the same thing: what’s the plan?

You knew one thing for sure: you were able to admit your own stupidity. For so long you’d lived in an untouchable world, one where everyone else’s mistakes got put on blast and you sat high above, at the top of an ivory tower.

Maybe owning up to your own baggage wouldn’t change anything, maybe Harry was already moved on and maybe telling him you knew you fucked up would just offer an opportunity for closure.

But as you watched him goof around with your friends on the other side of the room, you realized that you’d take what you could get. Anything was better than not talking to him. Anything was better than feeling awkward and uncomfortable and like so much was left unsaid.

You were about to voice this to Jessie and Bryn, but a hand on your shoulder interrupted your internal monologue.

“Hi friends,” Mollie smiled, her arm slinking around your neck to pull you in for a hug.

“Hiiii,” Jessie cooed an overly sweet greeting, you could tell her smile was fake. The way she rolled her eyes and pretended to gag when Mollie hugged her made sure her feelings were clear.

Bryn offered her a quick hug and forced the interaction along. “How’s it going, Mollie? How’s your year been?”

“Oh, you know, same old same old,” she giggled, pushing her hair over her shoulder. “Work’s been busy but I got two promotions!”

“Two? You don’t say!” Jessie offered a less-than-thrilled face.

“Yeah,” Mollie lifted her shoulder to feign humility. “I know, s’been a good year. How about you lot, though? Y/N--heard you’re with E! News now?”

“Yep,” you nodded, shifted awkwardly on your feet, knowing where she was going.

“But not with good old Harry, huh?”

Both Bryn and Jessie watched you for a reaction. You offered a small smile, a shrug of your shoulders. “Not anymore, no,” you said honestly.

“Bummer, thought it was end-game for you two,” she reached a hand up to your arm, a condescending pat when Jessie butt in.

“I also got a great new job, though, Mollie--we’re all in London now, gang’s all back together.”

“That’s amazing, yeah--I saw your instagram post!”

“And I’ve got a wicked hot girlfriend,” Bryn bragged, hands on her hips. You smiled, thankful for their diversion when you noticed Harry break away from the boys on the other side of the room.

You saw him head down the hall, smiled up at Mollie and the girls quickly. If anything was enough to kick your ass into gear, it was Mollie Amsbury and her dreadfully fake concern about your relationship.

“Hey, Mollie, sorry--I have to, uh--do something.”

She nodded and watched you walk away with a furrowed brow, you snaked through other classmates and put a hand on the door of the loo to stop him from shutting it.

“Hi,” you said quickly, sneaking in behind him. The door latched into place, his lips twitched into a smile when he looked down at you.

“Hi.”

“D’ya have a second?”

He let out a laugh, looked around the bathroom. “I have all night if you need it.”

Your stomach flipped, the same feeling from 2015 when you sat on the cool tile and wondered when he’d cut his hair.

Shorter now than before, a hint of stubble on his face aged him in the perfect way. You could feel your pulse quicken when you let your eyes lock in his.

“Don’t be mad, okay?”

He crossed his arms over his chest, the smile on his face faded when you took a deep breath. Now he knew you were serious.

“A few weeks ago we all went to Parade...”

“The club in Chelsea?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, not the detail to focus on.

“Why?”

“Because I was being stupid,” the corner of his mouth pulled up at that. You rolled your eyes and tried to course-correct. “And I was going crazy because the last few months have sucked.”

His face softened, he dropped his gaze to the floor for a second and put his hands on his hips.

“But when we were there I got really drunk and I was being obnoxious and Jake and Adam accidentally told me that you had looked at rings over the summer. A designer, or something--I don’t know.”

His lips parted to speak but you held a hand up, you weren’t finished.

“I owe you an apology, Harry.”

This caught him off guard. “You do?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged, moving to sit on the edge of the bathtub. “I broke up with you because I didn’t know what to do. And I didn’t tell you that I was nervous that we weren’t moving forward and I didn’t tell you that I wanted to move in with you and then I got mad at you for being a shit communicator.”

He let out a small laugh, the words settled in the air between you.

“I guess I should have known that Jake and Adam would never be able to keep their mouths shut.”

You looked up at him, relieved that he didn’t look angry or hurt or even resentful. You swallowed down the anxiety, “I’m not bringing that up to make things any more awkward. I guess I just wanted you to know that…I know I fucked up, too. And I’m sorry for it.”

He nodded slowly, you stood from your seated position, about to leave.

“Smalls--”

“Yeah?”

Now he looked confused.

“So you broke up with me because you didn’t think we were moving forward?”

You shrunk under his gaze, it sounded even more ironic when he said it.

“Partially. You still kissed my best friend and lied about it.”

“Right,” he smirked a little.

Quiet for a second when someone laughed in the hallway and the song outside the bathroom changed.

“I wish you would have told me that. That you wanted to move in with me or something.”

You nodded, unsure what to say. There were a thousand things you’d go back and change, a million moments you wished you could tweak or even erase.

“I mean, for fuck’s sake, Y/N--none of us know how to communicate, apparently. I fucking lied because I didn’t want you to be upset but that made you more upset. And then you didn’t feel like we were moving forward enough so you ended our relationship?”

He was frustrated now, you couldn’t tell if he was saying all of this to process the stupidity of it or if he was actually looking for a reply. When you didn’t say anything, he looked up at you.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Defensive, “I tried to, Harry! I’d bring it up and tell you that things felt off or that I missed you--so maybe I was dancing around it, but I was doing the best I could! And you always got mad at me.”

“Because I was planning on asking you to marry me and I was wrapped up in my own shit about that!”

His words fell onto the tile, you felt your eyes go wide when he admitted it. Another pause before you barely squeaked out:

“You were actually going to do it?”

His eyebrows rose and fell quickly, a huff of air in affirmation.

You let out a long breath, moved a few steps away from him to let it all sink in.

He ran a hand through his hair, brought his eyes back to yours slowly. “I’ve been a wreck these last few months because of all of this, Y/N, okay? But I pretended to be fine because I knew I fucked up. It was shitty of me to not tell you about Jessie and it was shitty of me to pull back because I was nervous to move things forward. But you fucked up too.”

You nodded, simultaneously fearful of the emotion in his voice but relieved to actually hear it.

“I was dishonest and Jessie was dishonest, and Bryn and Adam and Jake too. We’re all fucked up, we’ve all done stupid shit, but you have too.”

“I know, Harry, that’s why I came in here. I know I should have been more honest with you about how I was feeling and I know that I--”

“Have trust issues?” He was less angry, eyebrow quirked and a coy smile when you finally brought your gaze back up to his.

Tears in your eyes, “so I’ve been told.”

He let out a sigh, went to sit atop the toilet and put his face in his hands. “I wish we could go back and redo it.”

“Which part?”

A sarcastic laugh, “All of it.”

“All of it?” You crossed your arms, offered him a challenging smirk. “Even our fateful evening in this very bathroom?”

He looked up at that, let out a laugh when his eyes landed on the doorknob behind you. Replaced, a different shade of brass or copper or whatever finish it was. The same tiny carpet in front of the sink but now four years stood between the two of you.

“I would have made you shut up so I could have told you that I was in love with you then. Rather than waiting two years.” He held his hands up to his mouth still, deep in thought when you said:

“I’d go back and not throw up, honestly.”

A smile in your direction, one that gave you the courage to be vulnerable.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t trust you. I’m sorry that I got mad at you for not communicating but then also didn’t communicate.”

He nodded.

“You’re still a wanker for kissing Jessie and lying to me, but I’m sorry that I kind of used that as an out when I was really just afraid of being honest with you.”

He stood up, eyes on yours when he sighed. “I’m sorry that I didn’t make it more obvious that I want to move forward with you. I still do--” he looked down to see the gold bracelet on your wrist. “Even though you’re a thief and stole from me.”

An embarrassed smirk. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, like it should have been obvious. “I was trying to be all fucking coy about looking at rings and thinking about that stuff and that probably made you think something was up.”

“It did,” you laughed. “Thought you hated me.”

“I could never hate you, Smalls.”

“Not even now?”

“Never,” he admitted, a look of nervousness in his eyes before he said: “cause I love you too much.”

You wrapped your arms around him before he could process it, like if you didn’t reach out and grab onto him he’d float away or disappear altogether. He laughed and pulled his arms out from your grasp so he could pull you into his chest.

“You’re just as bad as the rest of us,” he said into your hair, a kiss to the top of your head when you nodded.

“I know.”

“Hey--”

“Yeah?”

You pulled back, his hands sunk down to your waist.

“Aren’t you going to say it back?”

“Me stealing my bracelet wasn’t enough to prove I still love you?”

“No,” he looked offended. “Just proves that you’re a kleptomaniac.”

You let out a giggle, smiled up at him, but then he let his eyes go wide.

“Well?”

You sighed, pretended like it was hard to say: “I guess, that maybe, I love you too.”

He nodded smugly, looked pleased with himself when you rolled your eyes.

“But since I’m the one who came in here and initiated this, you have to be the one to tell the idiot brigade.”

“I can do that,” he laughed. “And hey, maybe, after the New Year…you could move in with me?” An immediate backtracking to appear nonchalant. “You know, I mean, if you love me as much as you’re saying you do.”

Your eyes went wide, playing along with his joke. A finger to your chest when you feigned confusion. “Me?”

“Yeah, you.”

You let your head dip to the side, teasing. “I’ll think about it.”

“Jesus Christ,” he rolled his eyes. “While you’re at it, think about if you want to be my girlfriend, again, too.”

You smiled, leaned up to kiss him but got interrupted.

A muffled voice from the other side of the door: “Just say you want to get back together!”

Bryn.

Harry’s brow furrowed and you let out an unimpressed sigh. He reached around you, tugged on the door knob and revealed all four of them: Jake, Jessie, Bryn, and Adam, heads huddled close together as they eavesdropped from the hallway.

“Are you kidding?” He asked, mostly amused. “What were you going to do? Lock us in here until we made up?”

“Actually yeah,” Jake admitted. “That was the exact plan.”

“Went really well last time,” you looked at Jessie directly.

“Well now we’re even,” she shrugged, standing up. “One time it was a colossal failure. One time it worked.”

“Wait--” Harry looked at you. “They all knew we were in here?”

Bryn and Jessie giggled, you offered him an apologetic smile. “They maybe knew that I planned on talking to you tonight.”

“Oi--she’s a hypocrite, isn’t she?” Jake pointed at you. “Says we’re all liars but she’s just as nosy as the rest of us.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you waved him off. “Already performed my I’m a wanker monologue.”

“Good,” Jake said, a giant step forward to join you in the loo. “Then I can do this,” he took both hands and smacked both you and Harry atop the head.

“Ouch--”

“What was that for?”

“For being so stupid,” Bryn said. “And putting us through hell because you’re both children.”

“I certainly deserve that,” you admitted.

“Let’s make a pact,” Harry said, getsuring for the others to join you in the cramped bathroom. Bryn, Jessie, and Adam stepped inside. “Okay, shut the door.”

You all looked around at each other. Harry closed his eyes for a second, let out a deep breath.

“We all need to be less nosy and be more honest.”

Jake nodded, “agreed.”

“And you lot have to mind your own business when it comes to Harry and I.”

“Absolutely,” Bryn said.

“And if there’s some kind of issue happening--a miscommunication or a disagreement or whatever,” Jessie looked around at the lot of you. “We have to talk, seriously. We’ve all known each other too long to let communication sink us.”

“So we’re butting out but also talking more?” Adam asked, befuddled.

“Precisely,” Jake nodded, a laugh from all of you. “I’ll go first.”

You all looked over to him, unsure what he was getting at until he nodded, hyping himself up. “I drunkenly shagged Mollie Amsbury the night you guys got locked in here, 2015.”

Adam’s mouth formed an ‘o,’ Jessie let out a snort of laughter and Bryn made a face of disgust. Harry laughed and you looked at Jake like he was crazy.

“Uh--alright,” Jessie said, pulling the attention away from Jake. “I drunkenly snogged Mollie Amsbury that night.”

Harry stifled a boisterous laugh, Jake smiled with wide eyes, pervert.

“What?” Bryn asked, completely perplexed. “Did you like it?”

“No!” Jessie laughed. “I mean, it wasn’t the worst thing ever but I was off my face after Y/N left and everyone was all stressed out. So let’s pretend it didn’t happen, yeah? Adam, you’re next.”

“Next?” He asked. “What is this? A fucking secret circle or something?”

“Just go,” Bryn said. “Confess something.”

He let out a groan. “Uh--one time I used Jake’s toothbrush when I was really drunk.”

You all laughed, Jake pretended to gag. “That’s fucking disgusting.”

“I use Jake’s name as an alias when I travel,” Harry admitted. “Introduced myself to a few people like that. Such a normal name.”

An eye roll from Jake. “Thanks, mate.”

When the laughter quieted, they turned to look at you.

“Please don’t tell me yours also has to do with me,” Jake said.

You thought on it for a second. “I have trust issues?”

“No, no,” Jessie waved. “Too serious. Tell us something juicy.”

“Alright,” you nodded, a deep breath like the rest of them as you braced for honesty. “Charlie was terrible in bed. I acted like he was great because I was trying to move on,” you offered Harry a fake smile. “But he was literally terrible.”

Jake clapped Harry on the back. “The bar’s low, then, mate. You’re in luck!”

“Oh piss of,” Harry rolled his eyes.

“Brynnie,” you looked at her. “You’re up.”

She nodded, a confident look on her face when she nodded and scanned your faces. “For a whole, like, three hours in year four I thought Jake was cute until he burped the alphabet. The next day is when I realized how much I wanted to play house with Danielle Hayes.”

“So--” Harry’s lips pushed out in thought, the joke threatening to spill over. “Jake turned you gay?”

A fit of laughter, Jake narrowed his eyes at Harry.

“We can say that,” Bryn shrugged. “I like blaming Jake.”

“I don’t,” Jake raised his hand.

“Hey,” Jessie picked up her drink that she’d put on the counter. “To butting out and being honest.”

“Cheers,” you said, lifting an imaginary glass into their circle of plastic cups.

Adam reached for the door and opened it, he filed out with Bryn in tow. Jake and Jessie too, but Harry tugged at your wrist when you turned to leave.

“Smalls?”

“Yeah?”

“You realize that after everything that’s happened in here--in Kenny Tilley’s bathroom--we probably have to get married here?”

You let out a laugh, smiled up at the boy who’d been giving you butterflies for as long as you could remember. “Deal.”

“Deal? You mean you’d actually say yes if I asked you?”

“Hmm,” you looked away from him for a second, like you were thinking it over. “Too soon to tell.”

“Too soon to tell?”

“As far as I know we started dating, like,” you looked down at your bare wrist, “five seconds ago.”

“Past decade means nothing?”

“Not nothing,” you admitted. “Let’s see if I can break my lease first, yeah?”

He smiled. “Deal.”

“Excuse me?” Bryn stuck her head around the door frame. “There are other people at this party, you know? Merry Christmas, happy holidays? You’re here to be social, not just snog in the bathroom all night.”

“Right,” you nodded, took Harry by the hand to lead him back out to the party.

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, listened as Mollie Amsbury droned on about her job and her super fit boss. At the end of the night you walked with him down the street in the dark, stared up at the same stars that you’d always find above your neighborhood.

He kissed you at your front door, said he’d have Erica look into movers after the holidays. You climbed the stairs and fell asleep with a smile on your face.

Harry.

Always had been, always would be.

AN: WOW!!!! I am so sad that this is ending but I love these two so much, and I have all the faith that they're meant to be and this friend group will never stop loving each other so much. Thank you for reading and joining me on this journey!

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[writingforyourpleasure]

I have a thing for Car wash

Genre: NonIdol!AU, SummerJob!AU

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Summary: You do car wash as a summer job each year. But this year , 7 new employees are added to the mix.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none

A/N: Thoses Butter's concept photoshoot are gonna be the death of me ...

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Summer’s Job never been dreamy or appealing you always preferred to stay home and play games or hangout with your friends.

You were doing the same summer job from your high school’s years throughout your UNI years, this year was the last year where you could work at the same gas station you usually spent your summer’s at. You were quite happy about this news because your work there wasn’t really enjoyable to say the least.

You were working as car washer.

The staff was limited to you and Gladys. Gladys was an Australian grandma’ with an heavy accent and a loud voice.

You used to complain about the underpaid job and understaff issue to her each year , but even if she tried her best to pay you more each year, the problem of understaff was remaining.

Plus you had the marvelous advantage , note the irony, to be a woman. So of course you had some guy every now and then asking you for some porn kink including cars and water to you.

And of course as soon as you dared to say to them that it was not respectful of them to ask for such favors , well their ego feeling insecure will make them insult you ‘til Gladys will come out and try to dissolve any trouble. And if they didn’t leave… well then Tallulah will come help you out. Were Gladys was a true perfect cottage core granny , Tallulah her spouse, was a weightlifting Olympics coach. So she was , massive and looked very frightening.

But since she was often occupied most of the time Gladys would have to do the trick , and if too much persistent she would call her little brother Jeff a policeman always coming in and out of the shop to check on things.

It was nice, for a summer or two, but seeing as it’s been years since you were first introduce to this summer’s job to say it became painfully annoying was an understatement.

And this year would be the same…

Or so you though.

Gladys finally took your complains about the car wash job being understaffed and recruited a few people to help out .

When she said a few, you though she was talking about 2 to 3 people.

But no, no non no no no. Gladys took in 7 people !

She promised you your check wouldn’t take any damage by the presence of those new employees , but you sincerely doubt that.

And of course you’ll have to show them around and proceed to show them how to wash a car because of course it’s not like anybody could know how to do it by themselves.

You were moody when that tons of information’s felled down on your head, but now finding yourself in front of the 7 new employees changed everything.

Apparently Gladys misspelled car wash job for model’s photoshoot coz’ those 7 boys were for sure way too beautiful to need a car wash job.

It had to be a prank, right?

So being more self aware in what you’ve been for years you showed carefully those men of to do the job. And no it wasn’t cute or sexy, far from it.

You were dressed in your yellow hoodie and black jogging with flip-flop.

For once you wished you had were those fucking shorts looking like panties more than anything, and a crop top or something similar, like all those freaks watching too much porn often asked you to.

But no , and those guys were dressed in matching outfits in jeans and whites tee.

Even if they were very dreamy swoon over , you had more pressing issues to think about.

Like why one of them started a water fight with another one, and putting a stop to it before one of them put soap into their eyes.

“Okay guys!!! Please stop …? I don’t want to have to report you to Gladys on your first day okay? So keep that behavior for when you’re on your own okay?”

“Sorry , we didn’t meant to …” Said one.

“Huh sorry to interrupt , but none of us seems to have catch your name earlier ?” Said the guy with blue hair.

You liked his hair, it was nice, like blue waves , more darker on the edges and lighter on the center of his scalp. He had such beautiful eyes too, so sharp an-

Oh god , wait did you really lost yourself by admiring him?!

“Huh miss???”

“Y-Yeah !!! Haha my name’s Y/N !” You extended your hand , losing your mind for talking in a higher voice to him , good job at not being suspect Y/N….

And you hated yourself even more for being awkward by presenting your hand to him. But he, on the other hand sensed your discomfort and made your move seem completely normal shaking your hand lightly and giving you a cute smile showing off his dimples.

“Namjoon,…. And those two are Jungkook and Taehyung, and I hate to be the one breaking it to you but we’re probably gonna have a hard time keeping them calm.”

“Oh… Okay” You just ended , looking to the two guys involved in the previous water fight, and looking back to Namjoon’s face. He was calm and put you at ease. Hargh you were staring , good job on not being a freak Y/N .

The one all covered in jean from head to toe approached you, and ever so silently spoke to you.

“Hate to be a bother Y/N, but can I have a bucket to wring out my sponge, please?”

“Huh Yeah of course huh-hu….”

“Yoongi’s the name…”

“Oh huh well yeah let me get that from Gladys to you okay I’ll be back in just a sec Yoongi.”

He nodded very calm much to your dismay as you were starting to feel anxious about advising Gladys for more employees, maybe you should have just shut it.

You entered the store who basked in a sunny light as the morning was starting to begin for most of other people’s in the city.

At the register was one of the new employees, he wore a plaid skirt and converse’s with a white thee and jean shirt. You couldn’t believe how gracious his lips draw themselves on his face. They looked pillowy and as dreamy as the six other’s man out there waiting for you.

“Huh hello ? You might remember me from earlier ? Y/N the foremost employee?”

“Of course I do you’re the sweet mango! “

“I’m sorry what ?”

“The sweet mango ! The color of your sweatshirt look alike a mango!”

“I-I Yeah it does…”

“Would you like another nickname maybe? I’m sorry if this one doesn’t fit your style haha. What about little mouse ?”

“Do I look like a little mouse ?”

“No ,you look like a fucking rat”

Said another voice coming from behind you.

“I beg you pardon?”

You turn over to the masculine voice behind you to find yourself facing a chest. Your eyes flew up to the face of the stranger, ready to take down any bratty client. And you were surprised to face a smiling shit eating brunette man glancing down at you . He was snickering and looking at you like he was mentally undressing you with his eyes.

“Yah ! Jin ! Don’t be rude to our new friend!”

You look down to the content in his arms, some sandwiches squeezed between bottles of water.

“Wait your on job duty ! Why aren’t you with the others ?” You started to take over yourself and focus on your task, keeping everything organized.

“Some of us forgot to bring our lunch to work this morning , so I volunteered to go for it , but you’ve been blocking the line too preoccupied to talk to mister big flirt over there.”

He gestured at the cashier.

“We weren’t flirt-“

“You totally were!” Gladys interrupted you coming out from the back of the shop with several boxes of energy bars .

“Gladys I would ne-“

“Don’t lie to me girl ! Okay Jimin go fill up the shelves with those and Jin , you’re lucky you have a nice face, it’s on the house for today so go back to work will you now?”

“Sure thing Gladys! Thank you so much !” He offered her a wink before smirking down at you , going back to his devices.

“AND SHE DOESN’T LOOK LIKE A RAT! BUT YOU SURE TALK LIKE A BRATT!!!” Shouted Gladys at Jin, while a girl was approaching him to take care of her car and asking for his number. He was a blushing mess and Tae had to intervene to talk an eligible sentence to, the poor lost girl, after that.

“Now, Y/N what do you need sweetheart? I mean other than Jimin’s number of course?” She had said it loud enough for Jimin to hear it and bringing a cute smile on his face content of his accomplishments.

“Gladys please stop. “ You warned her with a tired face. She maybe looked old but she was fearless for sure .

“I need extra buckets for the boys, please.”

She leaved the register for what felt only two seconds before bringing over 5 extra buckets for you , to share.

“Thank you , you’re a life savior!”

“I know , should have started a sect when it was trendy.”

You left laughing to her dumb joke , but not before quickly glancing to Jimin. After that event you formed three distinct groups between all of you to get their heads in the game.

But with Jimin busy with helping out Gladys around the store, one of them was standing by himself.

“Okay since your alone I’ll help out for today.”

“Really? Thank you so much I was worried I’ll found myself alone when everyone’s having fun in groups.”

You looked around to indeed found them more busy playing around then actively work in silence .

“Yeah well normally having so much fun isn’t part of the job but I don’t want to kill the mood.”

“I’m Hoseok by the way but you can call me Hobi ! “ He said with a heart shaped smile.

“Y/N. Haha did you had to see Jimin assigning you a nickname too?”

“No this one’s for my crushes .” He said glancing up at you with stars shining eyes behind the comfort of his sunglasses.

“Yah! Hobi Does it mean I’m one of your freaking crushes?!” Yelled a not-so-speechless Jin , across the parking lot.

“Why don’t you come found out ?!” Yelled back a way too enthusiast Hoseok.

The day went by pretty quietly apart from those 7 agents of chaos you were stuck with from now.

Lunch came around pretty quickly and you all went to the back of the shop to have your break there , enjoying the nice breeze of the fan, while chatting.

“So , how come you’re all working here this summer?” You asked between bites of your meal.

“My aunt knows Gladys and told me she was recruiting , and since I was in need of a job I took it.” Said Jimin looking at you oh so charmingly.

“I have a thing for car wash.” Said Jin like it was completely normal.

“Your such a weirdo something hyung I swear… I was in need of a summer job saw the flyers by the campus and thought why not ? Here I am.”

Replied Jungkook slowly slurping down his noodles.

“We wanted to prove some sexist asshole that , no it wasn’t , a job only reserved to women.” Said a disgusted Namjoon swallowing quickly his part of the sandwich.

“I want to be a social entrepreneur.”

Said Taehyung leaving you with wide eyes.

“How is that related to bein-“

“If I succeed to make this place a rentable place from just the car wash then I could do anything.”

“And how would you do that ?” asked Jin dismissing his lunch to look over at Taehuyng.

“What about a photoshoot?”

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Cupid

Note: This is for @afriendlyblackhottie​​ Brat and Birthday challenge. Happy Bday Month 🎉🎈🎊🎂🍰! I chose Cupid by 112. Chris art work by @nix-akimbo​ she is amazing here is the original.

Summery: Ransom likes a bridesmaid.

Warning: Daddy Kink, gag, oral (reader receives), sex

Groomsman Band member Ransom x Black Reader, Knives out Alternative Universe

Leaning in the archway of the reception hall you sighed watching the newlyweds dance their first dance. You didn't want to be here. Not after all the shit he put Courtney, the bride, through.

But your bestie was the kind of girl that could not function without a man in her life. He had cheated on her five times, that you knew of. You were sure there was more, but she as well as you were tired of the berating.

It was always the same. He cheated, she cried, you picked up the pieces and then when he was ready she would go back. Pathetic.

"Aw don't pout princess your day will come" your eyes rolled at the sound of his voice. You had the misfortune to be linked with Ransom, the cousin of the groom. All the other bridesmaids drooled over him, but you weren't impressed. This rich boy was looking to add to his body count so you only interacted with him only when you needed to.

Their family had paid for this whole affair. You nearly punched one of the grooms relatives when she made a remark on Courtney's color choices. They were all on your shit list.

Just ignore him. Its almost over and you will never have to see him again.

As the song ended everyone applauded while you made your way over to the open bar. Your wrist was snagged as you crossed his path. Snatching it back you looked at him as if he grew another head.

"Look you don't want to be here I don't want to be here. Let's be miserable together." He held up his hands in surrender. You were stuck on this island and you were smart enough not to fall for dumb shit so you gave yourself permission to relax.

You both took over an empty table in the back of the massive hall. Ransom disappeared for a bit, then returned with two bottles of champagne and two glasses. The bar was an open bar, but you were sure they weren't handing out bottles left and right.

"OK let's play a game to pass the time." Ransom proposed as he approached.

"Game? What kind of game?" You waited curiously. Sitting the glasses and bottles down Ransom proceeded to pop the cork on one of the bottles of Champaign.

"We both take turns pointing out people we think the other would fuck."your mouth fell open with his boldness as he spoke. "If you guess wrong you have to take a sip. Yatta yatta you get it."

"Are you just trying to get me drunk?" You squint at him playfully suspicious.

"Nah, just bored. So come on let's play."

You watched as he poured the glasses to the brim, when he handed you the bubbling glass you thanked him. Ransom moved his chair next to you, sitting shoulder to shoulder so you both were sure to have the same view of the people on the floor.

"Ladies first" he held his glass high. You clinked your glass with his signaling ‘good game’.

"What about her?" You pointed to Courtney's great aunt. The lovely woman was at least eighty-seven, you knew this would be a 'no', but why not start off with a softball.

He gave you a look that made you snort.

"Wow was that a laugh? I seriously didn't think the ice queen was capable. You didn't even smile for the wedding photos. Achievement unlocked." Ransom was full of himself.

"No one is gonna believe I got the frost queen to crack a smile." Ransom boasted.

You took a sip from your glass so you didn't have to reply. There was nothing to smile about. You didn't approve of this wedding so you weren't going to act like you were. Courtney was lucky you even agreed to be a bridesmaid.

"OK my turn." He observed the crowded floor, before finding his mark. "Glasses two o'clock."

You searched out 'Glasses' and scoped him out. Tall, put together nicely. "Yep."

"Really?" He gave you a look, that made it hard to fight back the curl of your lip.

"Yep..I have particular taste." You say casually with a shrug.

"Well all right to each his own I guess."

"My turn" you stopped for a beat then found her. " Oh what about her?" you pointed to a tall slender blonde.

"Ugh no...That's my aunt."

"Oooops....My bad... let me see who else, umm" you looked around the room, but he only looked at you.

"Oh! Oh! Her" you pointed to Stephani, a younger cousin of Courtney's. Thick thighed, uber fit college student.

"You can't go twice. Take your sip."

"What that was your aunt that cant count" you argued back.

"A no is a no" he tutted.

"Fine" you gulped from your glass and waited your turn.

"OK my turn. Hmm...What about him" he pointed to an older man that was chatting up a bridesmaid that was way to young for him.

"Eww nah not my type, but he might have gotten a yes back in the day." You tilted your head with a smirk.

"Oh thank gawd. That's my dad."

"What the fuck? Dude gross" you slapped at his shoulder and laughed. Ransom rubbed it fanning pain.

"Hey you picked my aunt" he chuckled with you.

"Yeah but I didn't know she was your aunt!"

After finishing the first bottle you started to feel loose. Ransom's arm stretched out along the back of your chair, slyly rubbing circles on your bare arm, while you leaned snuggled into his side as you both continue to people watch.

"So what do you do?" You asked him.

Ransom was silent for a moment. Taking a long swig from the glass before looking over at you and sighing.

"I'm in a band."

"Oh really, is that your little hobby you do before you take over the board seat at your grand-papa's company?" you bit back a laugh. Ransom frowned at you, but you didn't care.

You knew of the older Thrombey, the famous author and owner of a publishing house. Through rehearsal you watched the interactions between the two and you knew that Ransom was the favorite of the acclaimed writer's brood.

"I don't want anything to do with that company believe it or not. I love music always have."

"Must be nice to play in a band bankrolled by a publishing house. What are y'all called 'Blood and Rock'" you laughed at the ridiculousness of it.

"Ha wrong again. We're called 'Coffee and Roses'. And I've been cut of financially ever since I got these bad boys" Ransom shimmed out of his blazer and rolled up his sleeves. His well toned arms were completely covered in ink. When he pulled down his collar you were able to see the massive art work that encompassed his neck, you bit into your bottom lip as he allowed you to ogle him. "This art work was not board approved " he joked. The booze mixed with Ransom's rocker bod was starting to lower your inhibitions and you needed to put a stop to it.

"Your cousin is a piece of shit." You changed the subject before taking a pull from your glass.

"Yeah well he gets that from his dad, he's always been an asshole."

"Apples don't fall far do they?" You snipped. When Ransom didn't respond you looked over, he was looking at his father who had now moved on to another pretty young thing.

"He made a mistake and he is fixing it." Ransom replied, suddenly in defense of his cousin.

The mistake in question was a child, by another woman. That baby you thought would be the final straw to break the camels back.

"Diamonds don't fix problems." You didn't come from money, but you knew that this wedding was a band-aid. And once it got wet you wondered what would be the gift for the next 'mistake'.

The groom had always bought his way out of his binds. The more he fucked up the more money he poured on it. This wedding you couldn't even fathom the cost. The wedding ring alone looked like it could choke a horse. And this destination wedding on his dime made you think on what happened in the interim leading up to this event.

"You're a really good friend. She's lucky that she has someone that cares so much." You both stared into the distance at the couple. They danced and smiled at each other so happy, but you felt sick. Ransom's sweet words made you immediately suspicious of his intent, his cousin had a habit of talking sweet, but he was a fucking snake. You weren't going to end up like Courtney.

"Look don't think that just because we got all chummy that all of a sudden I am gonna want to bang one out." You hit your glass on the table harder than you meant to, it tipped over and spilled out the rest of your drink.

When a little bit of the liquid trickled off the table and hit your dress you pushed away from the table. Just a tiny bit, nothing major to fuss about, but you had hit your limit. You'd done the wedding, you took the pictures and you stuck around for the reception. It was time to go.

You weren't about to be some random rich kids one night stand. So you stormed off. Thankfully the ball room was not far from the adjoining hotel. Marching you fumed and you cursed your friend for being this dumb, yourself for not doing more to stop this and almost falling for Ransom's charm. Mashing the buttons you thought of changing your number, wiping your hands from this friendship and looking into an overnight flight back home.

How much worse would it be now that she was legally married to that douche bag. The thought of them having kids only served to further irked you.

Before the elevator door could close a hand sliced down the middle, halting the closure.

You stood stunned as Ransom appeared out of breath and in-between the open doors.

**"Baby, I'm so tired of the way you turn my words into deception and lies"**

Ransom consumed the space between you two. Your ass hit the hand rail as the doors closed.

"I am not my father, I am not my cousin. I liked you." His confession made your heart flutter.

Don't be stupid. He is the same as the rest of his family. Don't fall for his game.

His hands rested on the bar on either side of your hips as he stood toe to toe with you. You rolled your eyes and scoffed turning away from him, unable to keep staring into those eyes.

**Don't misunderstand me when I try to speak my mind I'm only saying what's in my heart**

With one finger he brought your focus back to him. You frowned at him, you weren't weak. You weren't falling for him no matter how much your body wanted to throw in the towel.

**Cupid doesn't lie** He leaned in close and you held your breath as your heart raced.

**But you won't know unless you give it a try** Ransom whispered over your lips before kissing you gently. You broke down allowing him to invade your mouth. His lips felt soft and his firm arms a welcome feeling as they wrapped around you.

The elevator dinged loudly and you pulled back. Your lipstick smeared on his mouth made for a funny sight. Looking at the number it was your floor then back at him.

**Give it a try** Ransom pleaded.

A switch flipped inside you. Angry at yourself you pushed past him and marched to your hotel room.

He is just a spoiled rich kid trying to have fun. Don't fall for it. You try and convince yourself.

He shouted as the doors closed and you tried to ignore him.

**Cupid doesn't lie**

He shouted again. You halted, but refused to look.

"All men lie" You stopped as you replied back at him. There wasn't a woman in your life that wasn't hurt and you didn't want to join that club. You wanted to protect yourself at all cost. You heard the elevator doors close so you let out a sigh of relief.

What if you were wrong. What if he was right? A nagging thought bubbled in your mind. He was fun, you felt at easy around him. Some part of you yearned for him to come back.

You were so lost in your own head that you hadn't heard him rush up behind you. Ransom quickly spun you around, his eyes boring into your soul. The sight of which made it hard to stay angry.

**"Oh baby, true love won't lie...But we won't know unless we give it a try"**

He kissed you again. This time more hungry than before, so much so it took your breath away as he pulled back.

**"Give it a try"** he pleaded yet again.

It was hard to get the door open with Ransom latched onto your face. Fumbling with the key you tried blindly several times to get the card in the slot with your back pressed hard against the door.

Frustrated Ransom snatched the card and opened the door for you.

"Thanks Daddy" you teased, looking up through your lashes at him.

"Daddy huh?" The grin that grew on his face was devilish indeed. "So that's it...You act all bratty to get Daddy to react. Huh?"

Scooping you off your feet he carried you across the threshold. You were so surprised that he was able to handle your weight with ease, as he walked you over to the bed, before tossing you.

"Keep the dress on and pull your tits out" he command as he furiously unbuttoned his shirt.

You marveled at the fit rocker. He revealed more tats as he opened his shirt. Pushing down your off the shoulder strap you yanked your top down. Your half bra going down with it, allowing your breast to bounce free.

"Stand up."

Without a word you rose to your feet.

"Turn around."

Again you followed his orders. The way he commanded you made your need soak through your panties.

"Gonna come deep in that pretty pussy, show you who you belong to" Ransom taunted into the shell of your ear. "Say ahh."

The neck tie that had long since come undone was now being wrapped around your open mouth, wrapping it  quickly then knotting the fabric.  

Once secure Ransom proceeded to massage your breast from behind. As he tweaked your nipples you felt his cock, hard and stiff pressed into your ass.

You pushed and rubbed against it toying with him, the hum that buzzed from his lips almost sounded primal. "Nothing but a big tease huh? Daddy's going to show you what he thinks about teases."

Pushing you over on the bed you yelped through your gag. Looking over your shoulder you watched as Ransom bunched up the fabric of your dress, tossing it over your hips to expose your ass.

Feeling cocky you twerked your ass before him, the look in his eye showed that he approved of the sight. Ransom palmed your cheeks with both his hands, kneading the soft tissue as he rubbed his erection on you.

One hand moved around your hips and on the outer-lining of your panties.

"Fuck baby girl is that all for me?" Ransom's finger pulled at the elastic that touched your bud. He felt the drenched panties and pulled them back until they snapped back in place.

"Fuck baby girl" he purred.

Ransom lowered himself onto his hunches, pulling your panties down with them. You felt his tongue lapping gently at your folds. The sensation sending shivers throughout your body.

His tongue separated your lips, you knees wanted to cave at the tantalizing feel of him. Through your gag you moaned, the slow torture of his feasting was bringing you close to the finish line.

Ransom sucked hard on your bare mound adding a finger as he rose to his feet. "You taste so sweet baby." He praised as he curled his fingers inside of you.

"Do you want to come on my cock or my fingers?" He asked as your cunt tensed around his digits. Ransom knew you were getting close and you hoped he would choose the former.

"I cant hear you" he added another digit as you begged through your gag. You wanted to feel him all of him, but there was no way to make your answer clear through the fabric.

"Well, if you are not going to answer I will pick for you."

Ransom knew what you wanted, even with your desperate mumbling. Kicking your legs father apart he then removed his fingers. You whimpered at the lack of touch, but you were also thrilled to finally get what you really wanted.

The sound of his zipper going down made you antsy. You danced on the heels of your feet with anticipation of his next move.

Ransom took his cock in one hand while he spread one of your cheeks with the other. He rubbed his cock against the deep pink within your folds.

Toying with you as you mumbled through the tie. His pre-cum mixed with your juices as he pressed his tip hard against your opening.

"Are you gonna be a good girl from me?" He teased. You furiously nodded 'yes'.

You felt the pressure of him entering you as drool seeped past your gag. "Do you belong to me?" He halted, the sudden stop drove you crazy. Again you nod and shouted 'yes' through your restraint.

"Good girl."

Ransom filled you to your core, only stopping when you sheathed him completely. You gripped the fabric of the hotel duvet, you hadn't expected him to be so big.

The slapping of flesh on flesh filled the room. His moans mixed with the sounds of your sloppy sex were enough to send you over the edge.

Ransom controlled the pace, his length undeterred by your lack of space to take him in. You cried through your gag as he sent jolts through your body. "You were made for me" he proclaimed as he snapped his hips into you.

Your mewls were muffled by the tie, but you were sure whoever was in the room next to you could still make out what was happening here.

"Fuck" he growled as he fucked you into the bed. "I'm gonna fill you up."

"Gonna make you nice and round" he slapped your ass as he thrusted. You felt your core tighten.

"Fuck Daddy I want to come on your cock!" You finally shouted as the gag finally slipped from your lips.

"Come in me Daddy!" You felt him twitch inside you at your desperate pleading.

"Oh baby girl your tempting me."

"Please!" You panted.

"Fuck" Ransom shouted as he shot his load inside you. You felt him coat you as you milked him dry.

Ransom fell on-top of you and your knees buckled, causing you both to fall forward onto the bed. Ransom moved off you, sweaty and exhausted. "Don't think that I'm done with you yet."

[supercorpkid]

You’re running on fear and Kryptonite.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x Niece!Reader

Word count: 1696.

Supergirl has a lot of enemies, but Superkid doesn’t have any and that’s basically because no one knows who she is. Or, so you thought.

You left school at the usual time, but before going home, you decided to go to the donuts shop. There’s one close to your school that is also close to CatCo, so you thought you would buy a few more, and stop at your momma’s work to share with her.

You’re walking down the street when you hear a gunshot. You look around and you can’t see anyone with a gun, and you also don’t see anyone hurt. You’re about to take off your glasses to check into the buildings when you hear another one.

But you can’t take off your glasses, because next thing you know you’re falling on the street. You feel something burning inside of you, and your hand goes to the place where this feeling is coming from. You raise your hand and see blood. Shit. That’s not possible.

When you realize what’s going on, you are already crawling to an alley nearby, so that no one can see you. And you’re almost sure it worked.

So, you try to think. You got shot. You can’t get shot. You’re bulletproof. But you are now bleeding from your stomach and there is an agonizing pain filling your body. It’s like the bullet got in your bloodstream, but it’s not possible. It’s not possible! Think!

What do you do now? Who do you call? Where do you go? Why is it burning so much? Is this what being shot usually feels like?

You finally look at your wound, it’s green. Fuck. It’s kryptonite. That makes sense. You’re not usually this dumb, but you just got shot with kryptonite bullet, and this is basically the first time you’ve been exposed to it.

It hurts. Actually, it burns. It’s like venom cursing through your body and, oh dear Rao, you need to do something before whoever shot you, come. They’re not just going to shoot you. It’s kryptonite, they know it makes you weak, so they must want something else.

You take off your glasses and look around. You don’t see right, your vision is blurry and you don’t know if it’s only because you’re crying, or also because kryptonite makes that to you.

You’re about to press the emergency button on the watch, when you stop yourself. You can’t. They have kryptonite. If Supergirl comes, they’ll have both you and your momma. And is this a real emergency? You have to figure this out on your own. You can’t call Supergirl, but you want your momma. You want Kara to hold you and tell you that you’re going to be fine.

You don’t have time to dwell on this thought, because you can see a guy coming at your direction. He is still on the other side of the street, but you know he’s probably not alone. And even if he is, you don’t think you can fight your way out of this.

You feel dizzy, and weak. There’s an excruciating pain going up your body, slowly taking over you. You can feel the kryptonite taking the best of you, but you’re half human, and that half human part is going to do whatever it takes for you to survive.

You take your phone from your pocket. You can’t call Kara. You also can’t call Lena. She would only get desperate and she wouldn’t be able to help. You can only call your aunt. Alex picks up in the first ring.

“Hey kid, listen, I can’t ta-”

“DO NOT call Supergirl! They have kryptonite.” Is the first thing you say. “I just got shot, I need help.”

“Ok.” She then screams at someone to call J’onn. “Listen, you have to stand still and apply pressure. I’m sending help.”

“They’re coming. I can’t stand still. It also hurts like a bitch so I’m definitely not applying pressure.” It’s so painful, but you stand up and walk further into the alley. “Can you track me?”

“Yes. J’onn is on his way, but don’t hang up, I need you on the line.” You can hear Alex yelling directions at everyone. She goes back to the phone. “Where’s the wound?”

“Stomach.” You breathe the answer. You feel sweat coming from your forehead. This is horrible. Rao, you want your mommy. You want you mommy so bad you don’t care who knows it.

“Did you see who did it?” She keeps asking questions and you know it is not because she needs you on the line, but because she needs to know you’re still alive.

“No. Sniper at a building. My x-ray vision is blurry.” You try to breathe, it gets harder. You bend your body and the pain gets worse. Shit. You’re panting now. And your whole body feels like a bomb. You collapse on the floor. “Shit, shit. Don’t tell Lena.”

“Kid!” Alex yells. “Kid are you still with me? Please, keep talking. Oh my God.” Alex keeps yelling on the phone. You can hear her, you want to answer, but your voice doesn’t come out anymore.

There is a man coming your way and you’re just lying there waiting for whatever comes next. He’s probably going to kill you. Is this a ‘press the emergency button’ moment? Before you decide, you see J’onn flying in front of your body. It’s all a blur after that. You are trying your hardest to stay awake, but the images keep blurring in your head and you only have snippets of what’s happening. J’onn is flying with you. Alex’s face. You’re rolling into the DEO on a stretcher. Brainy is in the surgery room with Alex.

“You did great, kid.” She puts a mask on your face and you know you’re about to sleep, so before you do it, you remove the mask and whisper:

“Please, they can’t...” And you’re out.

When you wake up, there’s this strange feeling. You feel like shit. You’ve never felt like this before, that’s for sure. The place where the bullet went in is still burning, but in a different way. It doesn’t burn open in agony, in burns because it’s closing. It also burns because there’s a yellow sun lamp above you.

You look around you. Only Brainy is there, but he didn’t notice you yet. Your moms aren’t here. Did your aunt really didn’t tell them?

You’re somewhat relieved. You know that if they knew it would cause them so much worry. But at the same time, you’re sad. You wanted them to be there. You wanted Lena to hold you. You needed to see Kara’ smile when looking at you. You needed their comfort.

“Oh. The Superkid is awake.” Brainy finally notices you and comes closer. “How do you feel?”

“Like I just got shot.”

“Great, because you did!” He thinks about it for a second. “Not that is great, but… Well, I’m pleased to inform you that J’onn J’onzz captured the sniper, who is currently being interrogated by Director Danvers.”

“Good.”

“And also, that your moms just arrived.” With that Brainy leaves and the two of them walk in. Lena is fully sobbing and staring at you like you’re not awake and alive at the moment. Kara looks very confused.

“Hey.” You try.

“My baby!” Lena holds your hand, and with the other she cups your face. You smile shyly. She keeps crying while caressing your cheeks.

“Mom, I’m fine.”

“You are NOT fine. This…” She points at you. “Is not what fine means. I-I can’t.”

Lena closes her eyes and Kara comes from behind her to hug her in comfort. With her free hand, she puts on top of your now slightly smaller wound.

“You didn’t call me.” Kara says and you can feel the pain in her voice. It hurts you too.

“They had kryptonite, momma. They would have hurt you too.” You are not justifying. You did the right thing and you know it, but she doesn’t look happy with your choice.

“I’m supposed to protect you.” Her hand feels hot on your wounded skin, but it’s somehow comforting.

“I’m ok.” You look at them and their hurt expressions and your heart shrinks. You’ve never felt so human before. You get hurt, and the people that love you get scared and hurt like you. This is what being human feels like. “Hey. A couple more hours in the yellow sun and I’m as good as new.”

“Try a couple more days.” Alex says and your moms turn their faces to look at her walking in the room. “Your daughter is very lucky she is half human. The kryptonite took a while longer to hit, so she’s completely fine now that I removed the bullet. But, well, her half human part also delays the recovery.”

“What do we do now?” Kara asks. You want to tell her she’s been through this before innumerous times, but she looks scared and confused, so you don’t say a word.

“Take her home, let her rest under the sunlight for a couple days.” Alex goes to you and smiles. “I’ll come to check upon you tomorrow, but, um...” She chokes up a little. “You-you did amazing today. I’m very proud of you, ok?”

“Thanks, aunt Alex.”

Your moms take you home, and even though you can walk, Kara insists on carrying you everywhere. She also puts your bed in the backyard so you can soak up as much sunlight as you can, and Lena makes all of your favorite foods.

You’re feeling less shitty by the minute, and their constant presence around is actually helping a lot. It’s just when Kara puts your bed back in your bedroom at night, and they don’t leave, that their presence feels a little overwhelming.

“How long are you guys going to stand around my bed like a bunch of creepers?” You ask with a smile on your face so they know you’re joking. Lena scoffs and sits on the bed next to you.

“Oh, we’re not leaving at all.” Kara immediately grabs the chair nearby.

“Not now.” Lena says hugging you and Kara smiles putting her hand on top of your wound. “Not ever.”

Notes:

I’m officially naming @hermen0404 my idea buddy. Thanks for another awesome prompt.

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Haikyu Boys with S/O Headcannons

Kenma

- When I tell you this boy adores you I MEAN IT

- He likes to have you both bundled up in a blanket next to eachother when he’s playing on his game

-  He keeps a picture of you in his phone case (Lev makes fun of him for it before getting a kick from Yaku:))

- When you show up to his volleyball games he can become distracted at first when setting but then focuses back into his game because he wants to be good for you

- You made him a bracelet once and now he wears it all. the. time. 

- He likes holding hands but not when other people are around but also wants to make sure you’re okay with it first

Bokuto

- We all already know how endearing he would be with his S/O so let’s go 

- If you are at his practice matches he will HAVE you be near to the bench (if safe) so that you can see up close how cool he is (he did a cool spike once and when you cheered he ran off the court to hug you for like 30 seconds before the coach got mad and made him go back out)

- WHen he was tired one night he let you dye his hair and he liked the way you did it so much so he has you do it for him now

- When he gets sad he gets needy, so he likes when you bring him his fav drink and remind him why you love him so much and once he’s powered back up he cuddles you to death( if okay w/ you)

- When you’re sad he found out you like it when he hums a song so he’ll bring you into a soft bear hug and hum a nice song which makes you fall asleep in his arms( whispers “ I love you, blossom/bumblebee/ som’ cute idk.” than falls asleep with you in his arms)

- You both have made it official that every Friday night is blanket fort night and you hide in there and watch movies, eat snacks, gossip, open up if comfortable, k*ss, laugh, just have a good time together and bond

- He introduces you to Hinata and yes that means you are both looking after him now together, he is your son and you both support him(go parents! *high five*)

Sugawara

OMG my soft little- LIES he is a demon but I love him and his khaos:)

- You both talk SO MUCH SHIT it’s insane it usually goes like this when you enter practice( ur manger for this) “SUGA OMFG GUESS WHAT!” “Omg, what?” “You know how Asahi and Yama always go leave to the left of the building on Tuesdays even though they go right the other days?” “YEAH, WHAT DO U KNOW!??” “It’s cause each Tuesday I found out from Tsuki that they both go to the salon and spa to freshen up:0″ “OMG-wait that’s kinda cute tho:)” “IK it’s so cute but idk if they want others to know-” Daichi yells.”PRACTICE IS STARTING YOU TWO, HURRY UP>:(”

- Though you guys can be wine aunts together you’re also soft at times when no ones watching cause they can’t know

- You both bake lots of sweets together for yourselves and the team to have(they enjoy that part of your relationship)

- Once you both bumped into Oikawa and Iwazumi and you had to hold back the laughter after Suga whispered in your ear that when he falls on his ass the sound made is the same as the minecraft door shut effect

- You both go on late night walks in the park at 4 in the morning and feed the ducks that might be there and just have fu on the playground

- He likes it when you do his hair in funky ways and will keep it in even when the team is about to start a match

Koganegawa(OMG I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE NEEDS MORE LOVE)

- Literally one of the best huggers in the show fight me on it

- When he sees you anywhere he will run full speed to you and jump into your arms and spin you around for a good bit

- He tries to scare you but fails 99% of the time because he’s always giggling from behind(if he does scare you he feels bad and quickly gets you a snack so that you feel better:))

- When you first meet the team they already know a lot about you since he talks about you a lot with them already and tells them how amazing and awesome you are to him(they aprove of you before they meet you)

- When you watch him play he is at an all time high of serotonin and gets really hyper so you also have to try and calm him down so that he can focus better and he does so you can be impressed on how well he plays

- When it rains you both run outside and play in it for more than 3 hours and then get sick together like lovebirds do

- His nicknames for you are food based but in a cute way like, muffin, strawberry, pumpkin, sugar, flour, bake at 350 degrees, cute things like that:)

Suna

-You both met when you needed help around the school and he offered to help, everyone including himself was suprised. the team was scared, he was confused, and you still didn’t know where to go and needed help. but that’s how love starts.

- You both send eachother dumb videos and like to “blackmail” Atsumu because you both hate him(no you don’t)

- The first time you saw him laugh out loud was when you slapped Atsumu in the back of the head for and I quote, “Doing that dumbass ass, thomas the train smirk you always do.”

- He likes to walk home with you to make sure you’re safe and just to spend more time together since volleyball takes up most of his time

- When you’re a his games to others it might seem like he’s the same but when he does a good block or move he gives a hand sign you both made that means you watch me, love:0

- He leaves you a note in you locker everyday for reminders ike eat well AND STAY HYDRATED FOR GODS SAKE