#gotta be up and about for 8 hours no toilet breaks

[robinsnest2111]

I'm actually super upset about the fact my body is actively working against my carefully planned free time activities 😭

[tangerineslittleslag]

Bathroom break (Tangerine x F!Reader)

Smut!!! Hot hot smutty smut!!! Expect some language, cock and balls

"Aight fellas, I gotta go to the toilet. Keep an eye on him." I said, gesturing towards the Son and standing up. Lemon nodded, eyes still focused on the Son's corpse, while Tangerine looked up at me. I gave him a small smile, which he returned, and I headed down the alley. I decided to go the next car down to the toilet, as I really needed some space away from those two. Yes, they were fun, but my god did they bicker a lot. Plus a little stroll would do me some good. I headed into the little toilet and shut the door, taking a quick look around the place. Man, if only they made these kind of toilets back at home, I would be drinking a shit ton of water just to piss in it. Okay, weird thought. Hiking my skirt up and pulling my underwear down I sat on the toilet, finally able to relieve myself after… how long? I checked my watch. Jeez, 8 hours? I could've had a good nights sleep in that time. Having finished I stood back up, clothing myself again and checking my appearance in the mirror. Tucked a stray hair here, fixed my eyebrow there. There was a rattling sound as someone tried to open the door, followed by a knock.

"Just a minute." I shouted, hoping they'd be patient enough to let me correct my makeup.

"Open the door." Tangerine. I really couldn't have a moment of peace and quiet away from them.

"For fuck's sake Tang, wait a minute." I said, taking out my mascara and working on my eyelashes. A lady had to look good while at work, after all. I quickly put some lip balm on as a final touch then, after fixing my hair, opened the door.

"How fucking long does it take to open a door?" He retorted. I blinked up at him, confused.

"I don't know about you but I prefer to make sure I look presentable after taking a piss." I looked at his arm, which was now pushing against the doorway and blocking my way out. He blinked at me.

"What's that now?" His annoyed expression had turned into a confused one, which only made me even more confused.

"What? Never heard of women pissing before?" I crossed my arms, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Shit. So you actually…" He trailed off, running his hand down his jawline and looking back in the direction that our seats were.

"The fuck is going on with you?"

"Alright, calm your tits." He stood back, letting go of the doorway and holding a hand in front of him to calm me down. "I just thought that look you gave me earlier meant you wanted me here. That's all." I stared at him, trying to make sense of his words. And then it clicked.

"Oh." Was all I could muster out. He sniffed and clapped his hands together, raising his eyebrows at me. "I mean… I did really just need the toilet…"

"Yeah I got that by now." He rocked back on his heels. I looked down the aisle, just barely seeing Lemon at his seat, having seemingly not moved. I turned back to Tangerine, giving him a once over. Though I wouldn't have ever expected him to be standing here wanting to be let in, I definitely wasn't complaining. He'd had me intrigued since day one, so this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I shrugged, holding back a smile.

"Come on in." A hint of a smile appeared under his moustache but I lifted a finger just as he was about to step in. "But! No feelings involved. I'm not about to be pulled into some silly little romance thing with you." He put my finger down then slid his hand under my palm, lifting it up to kiss my knuckles.

"Course not, love." Great. I was already breaking the deal. I let him push me back into the bathroom, the click of the lock reminding me how real this was. I ran my hands up his chest, my gaze following my fingers, and let them cradle the back of his neck. His nestled at my waist and he leaned forward, our lips meeting in a soft kiss. Slow and gentle, which was definitely not what I had been expecting. He pulled me towards him and my brows furrowed as I felt him digging into my hip. I pulled back, looking down at where our hips were joined and then back up at him with an amused look.

"Already? Jeez, you really do have no self control." Rolling his eyes he pushed me back against the sink, lifting me up to let me sit on it.

"You're getting on my fucking nerves, sweetheart."

"And that's why you came all the way here to fu-" His lips crashed into mine again, cutting me off. This was no longer the soft, experimental kiss we shared earlier. He was rough and desperate, one hand tangled in my hair giving it a tug while the other kept my hips close to his. Damn, maybe I should annoy him more often. I ran my hands up and down his chest, revelling in the feel of his muscles beneath that fucking waistcoat. I latched a finger onto his necklace, giving it a little tug. He pressed his hips closer to me in response and I gasped, wrapping my legs around him. He let go of my hair and hips, instead choosing to run his hands along my exposed thighs and hike my skirt up. He ran two fingers along my clothed cunt and I moaned, breaking away from the kiss and instead resting my head on his shoulder.

"Fucking hell love, you're soaking wet." Latching a finger onto my underwear he pulled it to the side, then ran his fingers over my clit in all the right ways. My hands went up to his shoulders, gripping onto them as I breathed heavily, enjoying every sensation. He placed kisses along my neck and inserted two fingers, making me gasp as I moved my hips around them. I entangled one hand in his hair, kneading the locks between my fingers and giving him gentle tugs whenever he hit a sensitive spot.

"You don't think- ah~ that Lemon's mmm~ gonna wonder where we are?" I forced out, my hips moving erratically against him as a warm feeling nestled in my belly. I groaned in disappointment as he pulled his fingers out and stepped back. He looked at me as he ran his tongue along his fingers, a slight smile forming under his moustache.

"What's got your knickers in a twist?" He pulled me down from the sink. I rolled my eyes and bit my lip with a smile, my hands finding his crotch and feeling over his bulge.

"You." I made quick work of his belt and zipper, pulling his trousers down to expose his hard cock. Lord, I haven't taken anything that big in some time. Before I could react he turned me around, pushing me up against the sink. I watched him in the mirror as he grabbed my hips with one hand while he aligned himself with the other. In one swift motion he filled me up and I cried out, which was quickly silenced by his hand over my mouth.

"Keep it down, love. Don't need anyone knocking on the door." He held still and I silently thanked him for giving me time to adjust, even if he did just go balls deep without any warning. I sighed contently and nodded, wiggling my hips a bit to test for any pain. He seemed to get the memo as he started moving, his hand leaving my mouth and instead resting on my shoulder. He moved painfully slow and I watched him in the mirror as he admired what he was doing to me. I took one look at my smeared lipstick and lustful eyes and almost laughed. Who would've thought I'd be looking like this for Tangerine? He was picking up his pace now, seemingly finding his rhythm. I leant back against him and arched my back. I turned my head and ran a hand up his jaw, the other gripping tightly onto the sink. He let go of my shoulder, instead choosing to sneak his hand under my shirt and massage my breast, eliciting more gasps and moans from me. His heavy breathing in my ear only served to turn me on even more. He moved his other hand from my hip to my throat, grabbing me by the jaw and forcing me to look into the mirror. He paused for a second, pushing deep inside and holding himself there.

"Fuck, look at you. Fucking stunning." He muttered inbetween breaths and I looked at his eyes in the mirror.

"Look at yourself, handsome." I smiled as he pressed a kiss to my cheek. His hands left my body, instead positioning themselves to hold the sink on either side. He started moving again and I moved my hips as best as I could, desperate for more friction. "For fucks sake Tang, stop teasing me."

"Not what I want to hear." He said, continuing his frustratingly slow movements.

"Fuck you." I panted out.

"You are, actually."

"Tang, please…" I whined, "Faster~"

"Better." He did as I asked and I finally felt some relief, though it wasn't quite enough.

"Faster…please…" I moaned. With a smirk he rapidly picked up his pace, drilling into me harder and faster than before. I closed my eyes, letting the pleasure roll over my body as my legs threatened to buckle. I grabbed his forearms, holding onto them for support as he mercilessly rammed me from behind.

"T-Tang… oh god… fuck…" I breathed out, barely able to form words. I felt the warmth in my stomach return, quickly tightening into a knot that was begging for release. I barely opened my eyes and looked in the mirror again, just enough to see his brows furrow as he dropped his head, clearly unable to hold on much longer. Not like I could either.

"Good girl…" He uttered out inbetween breaths. Keeping it down was no longer an option as I dug my nails into his forearm, arching my back against him as he kept hitting my sweet spot over and over again.

"Fuck~ Tang~ please… I'm gonna…" I moaned out, the knot in my stomach hitting its limits. With a cry I released and my legs shook, the only thing keeping me up being the sink. I released his forearms, too weak to do anything as I watched him chase his end. Grabbing my hips he held me close, shooting his warm cum deep inside me and riding out his orgasm. With all the strength I could muster I held myself up and sighed. His shoulders heaved as he took deep breaths. He leaned down, pressing kisses along my cheek and jaw and pressing a hand against my stomach, holding me steady and close to him.

"You did so well, love." I sighed, closing my eyes and taking deep breaths.

"You're gonna be the death of me." I spoke just barely above a whisper. My legs were still shaking and I wondered whether I'd be physically able to leave this goddamn bathroom. He pulled out, pulling his trousers back up and buckling his belt before taking some wet wipes from my bag and cleaning me up. Once he discarded the wipes I stood up, thanking him and holding onto the sink for support as I took in my disheveled appearance. His arms wrapped around my waist from behind and he rested his head against mine, watching me in the mirror as I shakingly fixed my makeup again. I looked at his reflection and smiled, having just noticed the lipstick smear on his lips.

"What's so fucking funny?" He asked, lifting his head. I giggled and turned around in his arms. I put my hands on his jaw, trying to wipe the it off with my thumb.

"You got some lipstick here. I don't need you walking out of here like you just left a whore house." I managed to get it all off and smiled, fixing his collar. "You should go anyway. Lemon is probably wondering where we both disappeared to."

"Yeah," He sighed, his shoulders drooping, "You make a good point." He placed a kiss to my forehead then unwrapped his arms from around me, heading out the toilet and sparing me a final glance before shutting the door behind him. I was left alone with my thoughts once more and I turned to look at myself in the mirror. My hair was still a mess, my clothes were crinkled, my legs felt weak and I could barely stand. I rested my chin on one hand, my gaze on my reflection never faltering as I argued with my thoughts. We'd said no feelings… but…

[froghatz]

Could I ask you relationship headcanons for Jotaro x reader, they are both in college, so they are dating after the Egypt events.

It can be sfw and nsfw! Thank you!

cw: NSFW, Gender Neutral, Minors dni

Cut for length

SFW

Jotaro always got so caught up in his work as he felt he had to get as much done as possible. So, you'd have to be the one to call him up and remind him to take a break.

"Hey Jotaro, dear, you've been working on that essay for like 3 hours straight already. It isn't due for another week, let's go check out the new cafe down the road. You deserve a break." reluctantly he'll agree and take a break.

Late night studying for exams as you guys chow down on pizza and Chinese takeout.

"Holy crap its 1am Jotaro! We gotta rest up if we wanna pass our exams. One more review and straight to bed." yeah one more review turns to 3 and suddenly its 3am and you guys' knockout with study sheets scattered everywhere.

Don't hesitate to ask him for help regarding your subjects. Believe it or not but Jotaro really likes to help you study for your classes. He likes your guys' study sessions because he sorta gets an excuse to hang out with you. Plus, he feels helpful.

"And that's how dolphins got their name. Interesting right?" Jotaro gave you a whole 2-hour lecture on the history of the identifying of dolphins.

On days off, he'd like to spend time with you when he isn't hunched over at his desk doing assignments. Maybe have some breakfast at a local cafe, movie marathon, or maybe even go shopping for your dorms. Get yourselves some groceries or new supplies you may need. Whatever it may be, Jotaro just enjoys your company away from schoolwork.

Jotaro may even like to sorta gossip (talk shit) about the people in his class or his roommates if he has any. He just needs to vent out his frustration and he only trust you to hear it.

"Yeah, then the bastard left his fucking socks in the bathroom floor again. Really pisses me off. How do not know how to clean up after yourself, good grief!" "Ew, yeah that's pretty gross. Glad my roommate isn't like that. Though there was this one time they forgot to flush the toilet. That was a whole other level of nasty!"

NSFW

Listen, college can be really damn stressful. And Jotaro may need help releasing all that stress. You're the perfect person for that.

Sometimes those late-night study sessions turn into stress relief sessions. Hot bodies fumbling against each other as Jotaro swipes everything off his desk to fuck you on it.

This kind of sex is mainly for each other's release, so it may lack in intimacy (and length) as Jotaro plunges his-self inside your aching sex.

Jotaro's giant hands gripping your waist tight as he slams his-self inside your weeping figure. Low grunts of pleasure mixed with frustration leaving Jotaro's throat as he nears his release.

The roughness of it all is ignored as all you can think about is how full you are as Jotaro stuffs you full of his cock and releases inside. One round is usually enough as you both are worn out from studying.

Afterwards once all stress is forgotten, Jotaro may soften up and check on your well-being to make sure he wasn't too rough. Offering some water bottles to rehydrate.

Sometimes Jotaro just jerks off his stress if you're too busy. He would never try to enforce sex on you for relief. He understands no means no and is fine with relieving his-self on his own.

Most of the time Jotaro is down for sex if you feel over frustrated with work. Just storm into his dorm in the middle of an assignment saying, "I'm so stressed right now, let's fuck!"

8 out 10 Jotaro will just be like "Okay sure." and go along with it.

[kuroosweakness]

a day-in-the-life of sumi :) | friday 

dad!kuroo series

6:15 am Woke up to a barely lit room and quiet house, no birds chirping. The sun hasn’t even woken up yet! After glancing at her clock, she curiously padded out of her room to see if her parents were awake. Sadly, the darkness of the hallways were too overwhelming so she walked back to her bed and hugged her pillow to sleep. 

7:13 am Woke up again, this time in the middle of a weird dream by her dad combing his fingers through her hair. She whined, wishing for just 5 more minutes. Maybe if she stayed still, time would freeze...

“c’mon, sumi. gotta get up for breakfast~” 

...

“seeing how tired you are, maybe you need to start sleeping earlier” 

“no-”  

7:30 am Finished eating a breakfast that consisted of a fried egg, toast, 2 strawberries, and half a cup of chocolate milk. She finished her whole meal! Earned a big thumbs-up from dad and a cheek squish from mom. 

7:40 am Finished brushing her teeth and- uh oh... a sudden urge to poo takes over her. This might take a while. Luckily, she has a book to entertain herself. 

7:50 am Still on the toilet, dad’s getting a bit impatient. She has to leave within 10 minutes but she hasn’t packed her backpack or gotten dressed or.... oh noo. If only if her stomach could just stop hurting, now’s not the time!! 

7:58 am Mom helps her wipe and get dressed. Today, sumi decides to wear black tights, white t-shirt, and a black puffer jacket with a hoodie with bear ears. Oh what about her backpack- thank goodness mom helped her pack! And even put Smark the shark plushie inside! Sumi gives mom a grateful kiss on the cheek. 

8:10 am Sumi waits impatiently for her mom and dad to finish their usual i’ll-see-you-a-few-hours-later-but-let’s-pretend-it’s-months goodbye routine. After dad’s turn, sumi goes to hug mom. Afterwards she opens the car door and hops right in~ 

8:20 am | Kindergarten Starts Arrives at school just on time! Not a minute late, not a minute early. But sumi does wish she didn’t have to dash to her classroom...didn’t even have time to say goodbye to dad :( 

8:30 am It’s silent reading time! Since sumi already ate breakfast, she walks over to the bookshelves and pick a book about caterpillars

9:00 am Learning about numbers! Today, they’re learning about counting in 2s...and 3s...? She can count all the way to 21 without stopping! Sumi will definitely show this off to dad later >:)) 

9:45 am Ooh, science time. Apparently, there are many different types of clouds. Sumi wishes she sat next to the window so she could look outside and be the best cloud identifier of all time~ 

10:00 am Sumi suddenly needs to go pee...but Mrs. Chen is reading aloud and she can’t just ask...it’ll be so awkward. She fidgets around and tries to distract herself instead. 

10:10 am Drawing skies and clouds. Normally, Sumi loves drawing but Jacob isn’t sharing the blue crayon and she really needs to pee, but Mrs. Chen is all the way at her teacher desk :(( 

10:30 am Free time! Recess! Yay~ She quickly gets up and fast walks toward the bathroom. Luckily, there’s only one other girl in the bathroom! After washing her hands, she walks back to the playground and there’s Keiko! 

“Hi Keiko~” 

Keiko happily waves back and the together, the four girls together imagine shapes and animals from clouds. 

10:50 am Break time is over! Back to the classroom...as the kids settle down, Mrs. Chen tells them to get in a line. Going to the library, yay! 

10:55 am They arrive at the school library. Sumi debates between a animal facts book and Adventures of the Speedy Snail 

11:00 am Speedy snail wins because there are many characters in the book and sumi wants to the hear the ways her dad would voice them. 

11:15 am They head back to the classroom and review vocabulary words. Sumi had no idea “read” can also be pronounced “red.” 

11:45 am Craft time :)) Sumi’s favorite! They’re making dangly clouds with facts behind each cloud cut-out. 

12:15 pm Lunch time! One of Sumi’s favorite times of the day~ She happily settles down next to Keiko and unzips her lunch box. Looks like she’ll have...egg and ham fried rice and some blueberries :) Oh, and also apple juice! 

Keiko is having pepperoni pizza. Sumi has never been so jealous. 

12:45 pm Lunch ends, and they’re off to playing on the playground again! Looks like Keiko doesn’t want to stare at clouds anymore...before Sumi can ask if she wants to jump rope, Keiko gave her a small smile and wave and went to swing on swings with two other girls. 

... Although Sumi unknowingly waved back, she follows after them and waits for her turn to swing. 

1:00 pm Back to crafts! Sumi’s cut-out clouds look more sharp than fluffy. Maybe it’s time to step up her scissoring skills...

1:30 pm Classroom free time! Everyone breaks off into the activities they want/need to do. Sumi watches as Jacob goes to play with building blocks, Keiko follow after the same two girls...and decides to join Mrs. Chen’s storytime. 

2:00 pm Everyone starts a crossword puzzle, cleaning, and packing up! It’s almost time to go home~ 

2:30 pm School’s over!! :) Sumi swings her backpack over her shoulder and fast walks after her classmates in hopes of spotting mom first so she can surprise her~ 

2:32 pm There’s mom! Sumi happily runs toward mom and wraps her arms around mom’s body tightly. “Hi mommy~” Naturally, mom tightly hugs back, grins as she wipes from food off of her cheeks, and waves goodbye to Mrs. Chen. 

2:45 pm And she’s home!! :) Sumi impatiently waits for her mom to unlock the front door. Her mom notices her fidgeting and laughs, “what’s the rush?” 

“i need to pee...” 

3:00 pm After going to the bathroom, drinking more water, and changing from outside clothes, sumi settles down to eat some ice cream :D 

3:30 pm Sumi goes to her room to play with her toys. 

3:45 pm Slowly pads out of her room out of boredom. Oh look, mommy’s watching TV! Sumi walks over to mom on the couch and nuzzles into her lap. 

4:15 pm Mom turns off the TV and looks at her with small smile, “what do you want to do now?” Sumi thinks about this and decides, “cook!” 

4:20 pm Sumi helps mom prepare dinner, which is...dumplings! Stirring the filling is so much fun! 

5:00 pm Sumi becomes bored again... waiting for the dough to become ready is a too boring. Luckily, there’s drama to be resolved within the stuffed animal clan

5:17 pm Daddy’s home!!! Per usual, Sumi hides under the dinner table and giddily waits for her dad to find her. But first, he swings by the living room and kisses mom first. After sneaking two more, he’s pushed away with a laugh by mom. After he sets his work bag down in the room, he strolls back into the living room, loudly saying “hmm...i wonder where sumi could be” 

sumi can barely contain her giggles. 

“the closet maybe?” 

she can hear doors open and close. 

“nope...must be in her room then” 

silence fills the room...sumi’s belly turns in circles in anticipation. it’s so nerve wracking! 

her dad loudly sighs as he sits down on the couch in defeat. “where can my precious daughter be? she must’ve been taken by an evil creature D:” 

not able to keep silent anymore, sumi gingerly climbs out from the table, bumping into chairs along the way, and eagerly stands up- 

*bump* “oOww” sumi wails, having bumped right into the table when she stood up. she frantically rubs her head, trying to ease the pain. 

before she knows it, her dad is crouched down by her side, thumb running over the spot that hurts. “oh god, does it hurt really bad?” he asks, worried heavily laced in his voice. sumi looks up at him in teary eyes and slowly nods. why must he ask when it’s obvious? hearing the bump, her mom quickly walks into the room, looking equally as worried. 

“i’ll get some ice for you, hmm?” her dad gently caresses her cheek with a weak smile. wincing, sumi nods and pads toward her mom. nothing beats mom’s comforting hugs. 

5:21 pm Sumi’s head slowly stops hurting. “At least you weren’t taken by an evil creature, hm?” her dad lightly jokes. even though he’s smiling, his eyes aren’t crinkled up like the way they usually are. with one hand, he keeps the ice pack close in contact with sumi’s small bump. 

“i want to sleep...” sumi faintly croaks. note to self: don’t hide under the dinner table next time. her eyes catch the coat rack by the front door. ah ha! sumi just found her next hiding spot :)) next time, she’s gonna be more patient and not come out until her dad has waited at least 10 minutes~ just to give him a scare! sumi could hardly wait hehe

“are you feeling a bit better now?” her dad replies, picking her up like she’s a baby again and heading towards her room. 

sumi nods against his shoulder. 

“that was a very good hiding spot, punkin,” he says, mostly to praise and distract her. “i would’ve never found ya” 

5:44 pm After tossing and turning around by her plushies–who all wanted to see sumi’s injury–sumi slowly crawls out of bed and walks out into the hallway, peeking at her mom and dad in the kitchen. 

per usual, dad’s chin is resting on mom’s shoulder as she folds dumplings. he says something too quiet for sumi to hear, and her mom laughs under her breath, nudging him to help her fold the dumplings. he dramatically rolls his eyes, but then rolls up his sleeves and grabs the rolling pin. 

not wanting to interrupt them, sumi quietly walks back to her room to talk with her plushies. 

5:54 pm Dad walks into her room with a small plate of dumplings in one hand. His black shirt is practically white from the excess flour. 

“hiya punkin,” he says, bending down to offer her a dumpling. “these are test tastes, wanna try?” 

well, she is getting hungry... sumi nods and opens her mouth, gladly accepting the warm and soft dumpling. 

her dad watches her chew, patiently anticipating her reaction. 

“it’s good!” she smiles, reaching out to grab another one except her dad moves the plate away, frowning at her. 

“no eating with dirty hands,” he tells her, and places a dumpling in her mouth instead. while waiting for her to finish chewing, he asks, “is your head feeling better now?”

sumi thinks about this as she swallows her mouthful of dumpling. “kind of” 

“mm, that’s good to hear. c’mon let’s go eat dinner. your momma made something really yummy for you to try” 

6:10 pm After stuffing herself with plenty of dumplings and eating half of a melon bread made by her mom, sumi lounges on the couch, her feet dangling just above the floor. Mom’s in parents room and so is Dad...there’s no one to play with her right now. Sometimes, sumi wishes she had a little sibling....but then they’ll take all of mom and dad’s attention away from her, so she decides against it. 

Maybe a pet...? For now, she’ll have to settle with playing with her mini foods playset with her plushies. 

“Hi Obby,” Smark the Shark says to the Ocelet plushie. “I’ll take some syrup and eggs” 

“Sounds great!” remarks Obby.....

6:45 pm Sumi pushes past her parent’s room door and finds herself sitting next to her mom on their giant bed. “Hi mommy,” she quietly says. 

“Hi to you too,” she hums, giving her a small kiss on the head. “Does your head still hurt?” 

To her relief, Sumi shakes her head and nuzzles further against her. 

“Mommy, I have something to tell you!” 

“Hmm...?” 

“I can count in 3s! Look, 3...6...9...12........15....18.............21!” 

“Oh wow,” her mom marvels. “Did you learn that from school?

“Yup!” Sumi proudly smiles. “Maybe I can learn to 50 soon and show daddy”

“Or...” her mom playfully tickles her sides with a grin. “You can show him right now” 

7:15 pm Sumi walks into the living room and spots dad sitting on the couch with a bath towel slung over his forearm. “Hi daddy,” she says, climbing onto the couch beside him. 

He hums in acknowledgment and scooches over a bit. 

Not to her surprise, he’s watching a volleyball game. “Who’s winning?” she asks, almost completely confused by what’s going on. 

“Hm...so far, the team wearing the blue uniforms” 

“Then I’ll cheer for the blue team!” Sumi excitedly pumps her fists up. Her dad laughs and pumps his fists up too. 

7:25 pm After spending some time watching the volleyball game, Sumi suddenly remembers her Speedy Snail book and runs to her room to get it. The apartment is filled with quiet pitter-pattering of her mom’s shower.

“Can we read this?” Sumi happily asks, sure that her dad wouldn’t turn her down. And of course, he agrees and flips to page one. 

Oh her dad’s funny character voices never fail to make her laugh. 

7:35 pm When she hears the shower water stop running, her dad slowly gets up from the couch. “I knew she’ll forget her bath towel,” he tells her. “Good thing I’m her delivery man,” he teases, looking way too excited by the fact that mom forgot her towel as he pads toward the bathroom. 

Aaaand Sumi is by herself again. So she skips back to her room to play a board game with plushies. 

8:00 pm With the bathroom finally cleared of mist/fog from mom’s hot shower, Sumi goes to brush her teeth, floss, toilet time, washes her face, and walks back to her room. Instead of heading to bed, she looks through her closet for what to wear tomorrow...

8:17 pm After deciding to just wear what she wore today, minus the same jacket, Sumi flips through a few library books. 

8:34 pm With a big yawn, Sumi crawls under her bed covers and plays with her plushies before her parents come to say goodnight and turn the lights off. 

8:40 pm Mommy comes in to kiss her goodnight! 

“Fern wants a kiss too!” she giggles, bringing the fox plushie to her mom’s face. Naturally, Fern earns a kiss from her and the other plushies are very jealous.

“Do you want Dad to say goodnight too?” Mom asks, just before she turns off the lights. As if on cue, Dad appears behind Mom and slips past her and door frame to kiss Sumi goodnight, with a good hair ruffle :) 

“My hair’s messed up now!” Sumi giggles. 

“That’s the point,” her dad smiles back. 

9:00 pm After tossing and turning for a couple of minutes, Sumi falls asleep with Obby (the ocelet) in one hand. 

[omomygods]

Disaster strikes, but I'm not alone here♡

Yesterday, I set out to work. Made a few catches, and put my phone out of the way to continue walking. Partner on the phone, we're having small talk...

*CRACK*

I lurch forward. Phone hits the asphalt, headphones bounce off of my head.

My ankle is...well, it HURTS. The pothole in the shoulder is new and fresh.

I know I need to get my phone and headphones so I can confirm that no, I didn't get hit by a car. When I mention my ankle (after I get my breath), he suggests he call the EMTs. Before I know it, he's off.

Cars are roaring past. I'm trying not to see them. A sweet old lady stops by me, asking what happened. At this point, I feel...

Weirdly calm.

I explain what's happened, and she makes a suggestion—I call my job, to let them know what happened, and she calls the EMTs. As she gets them the relevant info, a cop car stops: the driver knows me from my walk, and thought it seemed weird to see me taking a break at the side of the road (Me, literally doing finger guns: "Funny story, actually..."). I mention my ankle, and realize I can at least help out here: I yank off my sock and shoe.

"Eeesh."

The swelling is not in the place the sensations suggested. It rather looks like I've sprouted an extra ankle. It occurs to me that I can fix some of the pain with my first aid kit, so I slather on my stuff as we wait for the ambulance.

My partner is there when I get there, and we wait for intake. X-rays are ordered and taken with a quickness. Within a couple hours we know it: I've broken my ankle. I'm going to be out about 6-8 weeks at work.

It turns out that I have lost enough strength that I have to scoot on my butt to get upstairs, as I couldn't hold myself up on the crutches. We drop me on the couch, and we settle in for watching TV, to get me thinking about something else. The fact is at that point my brain was starting to run again, and I start catching my thoughts going places I don't like. I smash the thoughts down again and breathe a sigh of relief...until I realize...

I gotta pee. Bad. Getting worse.

I mention this, and we try to get me into this thing our neighbor loaned us. I'm having an impossible time trying to steer the thing, when—

"Whoa whoa, get outta there—"

The walker's started to collapse on one side. I'm too heavy for it...

So I have to scoot across the floor. Slowly. Struggling. By the time I figure out how to get into the bathroom, that's when I realize I'm in the wrong direction.

My muscles burn. My ankle hurts. And I'm starting to freak out.

It took five minutes to turn my body (avoiding the splint job) and get on the toilet...another three to figure out how to get my bottoms off.

A cascade of thoughts rushes through my head once I'm properly seated.

Weak. Flimsy. Useless. ...Liability.

Around the time "liability" parades through, I hear my partner, on the phone with a service that provides in-home care. I hear the tones of voice. He's keeping it quiet, presumably to keep me from freaking out, but I'm already biting down hard on the side of my hand trying desperately to keep myself quiet in there. It's not working. Eventually, he comes in and sees me, at quite possibly my most pathetic, crying on the toilet with my pants half off. Asking me to explain results in more questions; he helps me out of the bathroom and we have some couch time.

It takes everything in me to admit to him I'm worried I'd become a liability.

He doesn't care.

He'd thought I'd been hit by a car.

"Broke an ankle in a pothole" was good news.

That's when he decides, let's just get to bed, because the day has just been too big. I cannot agree faster. We do the hoist and drag, we pass the bathroom...and I freeze.

"Babe we gotta keep moving."

Breathe.

"I need a favor. Getting around is really hard right now and I think I would feel safer with a—"

"Gotcha."

We drag me onto the mattress, and then I reach for my training pants.

"Babe, what are you doing?"

I'm confused. Did I do something wrong, or...

"Up. Legs up."

No Thoughts. Head Empty. I just kinda...stare. Then I remember I'm supposed to be putting my legs up. So I do, kinda, mostly...and he changed me for the night. He put me In a nappy, gave me a little kiss, and bundled me up for sleep.

-----

It's the next day. Nervous bladder has officially set in, but...I can deal with that tonight.

He washed my hair and helped me bathe with my favorite soap. As I prepared to reach for my training pants, he waved me into the bedroom and put me in fresh training pants again.

I've never had anything like this before. I've never been taken care of like this. Like I really, really matter. He's seen me at my mental lowest. He's seen me here, my new physical lowest. He didn't bail on me. And even lying there on my back, at the absolute unguardedest nakedest moment I've ever experienced...he doesn't look at me any different.

Suddenly, being afraid of being a bedwetter just seemed...silly.

The look on his face is laser-engraved into my mind. I send my brain there every few minutes for a reminder. It makes me wanna hold something soft and enjoy the way it makes a fire in my chest and burns my eyes.

My affect is reasserting itself now, two months off the antipsychotics. But...if it's this intense like this now, and I do have more progress coming now? This might just kill me.

...or I might just discover I'm going to turn into a person that CRIES, ugh... I'm embarrassed.

[serendipityjxmn]

Mr. President

Chapter 7

TW: Mentions of derogatory words

Words Count: 1.4k

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“Hey Y/N.”

You look up from your desk. Ah, there he is. The source of your discomfort. Kim Minhyuk a.ka. the sleaziest manager alive.

He is.. decent looking. And also head of the R&D department, which technically means he’s at some high position. Quite young to have reached the position. Certainly something. He’s friendly and amicable, probably seems harmless at first look. But you don’t miss the way his eyes always seem to rake over your body and his lips that always seem to smirk in a suspicious way. Not to forget the way he always seems to get too close especially when talking to you.

“You mind making copies of these for me?” He asks then casually sits himself on the edge of your desk, instinctively making you lean back.

There.. he goes.

So he walks all the way to your desk just to ask you to copy stuffs for him?

“Sure.” You say and he smiles a tad too widely at you before leaving. You sigh as soon as he’s out of your sight. He’s been quite insistent in making his intentions clear in every chance he could. You just hope that it doesn’t escalate further than this.

When you return home that night, Jimin’s in the shower. You’re definitely not prepared when he comes out half naked although he doesn’t seem to be fazed at all by your presence.

You sit awkwardly on the edge of the bed, looking down to stop yourself from staring blatantly at your husband.

“My cousin’s coming to the office tomorrow. He just told me so Irene doesn’t know it yet. I have a meeting at two tomorrow, right?” He asks and you blink several times before processing his words. He speaks really fast.

“Yes.”

“I think Jaehyun’s coming around that time. Delaying the meeting a bit would do. He won’t be long.” He’s finished dressing now.

Jaehyun’s probably.. his cousin’s name right? He turns suddenly, looking straight at you making you slightly flustered. “Are you listening?”

You stare at him for a few seconds. “Aren’t you taking advantage of living in the same house with your staff?” The words come out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.

He takes a few seconds to process, probably not used to you joking with him as he is towards you as well. The corner of his lips quirk up slightly although it’s gone the next second.

“And be careful with him.”

What is that supposed to mean? “Does he know.. about.. us?”

“Yes.” He says simply.

“O..kay.. why’s he coming?” You ask without thinking. Oh no, he probably thinks you’re nosy. For a moment, you think he would snap at you.

Yet he sighs then proceeds to sit on the bed, a metre away from you. “The acquisition.. there’s some issue with it.”

That moment, he suddenly looks very weary, like the weight of the responsibility he’s shouldering is crushing him down. You want to come closer.. You want to give him a hug, but you couldn’t. And it hurts you more than you think it could.

“Mr. Park Jaehyun’s coming in now, but I really have to go for a toilet break so do you mind if you show him to Mr. Park’s room?” Irene says, forcing you to look up from your computer.

You?

You’ve never done this before, most of the clients that come are handled by Irene. But you take pity on her so you nod still nevertheless.

“It’s nothing much. You can show him and then just make some tea or coffee for them, you know that right? And if Mr. Park doesn’t say anything, you’re excused. Okay? I need to go now.” She says hurriedly and leaves you hastily.

Okay.. calm your nerves. Irene would probably be back before he even comes. Briefly you wonder how Jimin’s cousin look like. Jimin doesn’t really talk about his family, but then again he doesn’t talk much about anything at all related to him. Is he a lot like Jimin..? Or the complete opposite?

You shake your head, eyes falling down to refocus on Jimin’s file in your hand that you’ve been reading the past half an hour. There isn’t much.. really. But you’ve been reading them on and on when you caught on to something.

How could you miss it? Jimin’s birthday on 13th October.. That’s like two weeks away! What were you gonna do?!

A knock on your desk startles you out of your reverie. You jump a little.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you but I’ve called you twice already.” The guy stood in front of your desk is very very good looking. He’s tall, you’re pretty sure he’s slightly taller than Jimin. He smiles slightly, showing off dimples on his left cheek.

“I’m- I’m sorry, I was caught up.”

“I can see that.” He laughs a little. He’s dressed in impeccable black suits, very smart and business like. You briefly think that if he isn’t a businessman, he could probably succeed as a model.

“Sorry, your name-“

“Jaehyun. Park Jaehyun. I’m here to see Jimin.”

“Oh! Oh, yes of course!” You scramble to your feet. “Follow me, please.”

You knock on Jimin’s door, slightly nerved out when you announce Jaehyun’s there to see him. You only stand at the threshold, let Jaehyun in and then you head to the pantry. Once you’ve prepared the refreshments, you rush back to Jimin’s office with a tray of them, letting yourself in after a few knocks. You enter and sees Jimin sitting on the plush leather while Jaehyun sits across from him.

“Hmm, new assistant?” Jaehyun asks, eyeing you as you place the drinks in front of them. You glance at Jimin from the corner of your eyes. His expression looks stern.

“This is Y/N.” Jimin says curtly.

“Is that name supposed to ring any bell? What, you think I keep track of girls I bang?” Jaehyun says without hesitant and you freeze, feeling uncomfortable while Jimin looks even sterner than before. “But it does sound familiar.. wait. Your wife?!” He looks at Jimin for confirmation but Jimin just stares at him, unimpressed so he turns to look at you. “Change of taste?” He smirks at Jimin though the latter doesn’t respond.

You start fidgeting, getting more and more uncomfortable as seconds tick by. Should you stay? Should you leave now? Do you need to introduce yourself?

“But I gotta say though.. You’re very beautiful.” He winks at you and you almost shudder in cringe.

Jimin clears his throat and you wonder if he’s feeling uncomfortable too.

“Wait- you guys aren’t like.. together like, together for real right? I heard it’s an arranged marriage.. So you want to leave some for me Jimin? I mean like- damn she’s-“

“Shut the fuck up Jaehyun.” Jimin growls, surprising both you and Jaehyun. “She’s my wife, not some fucking object for you to talk like that. She’s here, for fuck’s sake. And what does it matter to you if it’s arranged? It’s still a marriage and she’s mine.” Mine. The word echoes in your mind.

“Wow-“ Jaehyun gapes at Jimin for a few seconds. “Claimed her already huh? I’m just saying..”

“What the hell are you still standing there for?” Jimin snaps at you and you snap back to reality. Bowing real quick to Jaehyun, you leave the room, loathe filling inside you towards Jaehyun. A total jerk, you thought. That’s probably why Jimin asks you to stay away from him.

Taking deep calming breath, you try to compose yourself. Irene still isn’t back so you quickly prepare the files Jimin needs for this next meeting. Jimin says Jaehyun won’t be long so he’d probably be out in a while. You’re not ready to see the guy again. You shake your head. Try and remain professional, you say to yourself.

The door to Jimin’s office opens and Jaehyun comes out first and you try to ignore him, focusing on your husband walking behind him instead. When he nears you, you notice his tie is slightly loose and now that you see him, he looks slightly disheveled. He is really taking it hard on himself, you think.

Not knowing what washes over you, you step forward towards him and your hand reaches his tie before he could say anything and fixes it. You don’t hear the way his heart skips a beat from your act nor do you see the way Jaehyun watches the two of you, intrigued by your relationship.

You realise Jimin’s very close proximity with you when you look up and his eyes lock with you. Flustered, you clear your throat and mutters an apology, immediately stepping back. You reach behind you and hands him his files and he looks at you for a moment before taking them and softly thanks you.

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End of the Road

post-Redux/Redux 2

... their moments ... from now on ... Our Moments: Chapter 1: Five Words (post-Leonard Betts) Chapter 2: Sidebar Nonsense (post-Memento Mori) Chapter 3: Interim (floating somewhere around Unrequited) Chapter 4: Max 2.0 (post-Tempus Fugit/Max) Chapter 5: Shadowed Grey Eyes Chapter 6: The Warmest Thing I Own Chapter 7: Fancy Paper Napkins ​ Chapter 8: End of the Road (post-Redux/Redux 2)

@today-in-fic

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He put her through hell the next two weeks and finally, seeing her on the other side of the hospital window, he splintered, leaning forward, unable to breath, overwhelming sorrow manifesting in yelled demands of people who couldn’t answer his pleas.

He thought he was quiet at her bedside that night, the world bearing down on both of them, but as he sobbed into her sheets, he felt her hand drift though his hair, nails lightly scratching scalp, “it might be a little tight, but I think we’ll both fit if we try.”

Mess that he was, he stood, dragged his hands over his face to clear away at least some of the nonsense before disappearing to blow his nose on some toilet paper from the bathroom. Coming back in, he shuffled towards her, whispering, “I snuck in. What if I fall asleep and can’t sneak back out?”

“I’m dying, Mulder. I can do what I want and right now, I want you in here with me.”

Deep breath of acceptance at her now-undeniable retort, he did as ordered, wedging himself behind her, back to front, arm hesitant over her belly, full length curl around her. He could feel her ribs against his forearm, her bony hip under his elbow, sharp shoulder blades pressing his chest, “we need to get you a milkshake.”

“If I could keep one down, I’d send you right now but puking up ice cream will just ruin it.”

“I see your point.” Sniffing latent snot back up his nose, he apologized, then, “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Soaking up his warmth like a sponge, “I’m not sleeping that well these days anyway, and …” running off into oblivion, she finished the sentence a moment later, “well, I’d rather spend all the time I can with you, even if it’s at whatever the hell time it is and in a hospital bed.”

“A good cuddle does have its merits.”

That got a smile from her, “thank you.”

“For what?”

This time she found the words she couldn’t after he made her dinner, “for doing all those things that a partner would do; that a husband, a best friend, that family would do.”

Well, that made his heart break for the hundredth time that day, and mouth to neck yet again, his words rustled her hair and vibrated her soul, “well, you are my partner and my best friend, which makes us family and I think I fit the category of work husband so I’ve got all the bases covered.”

Reaching for his hand, she pulled it up to her face, kissing his knuckles before tucking it under her cheek, “we need to talk about a few things.”

“No, we really don’t.”

“Yes, we do. Let me take the fall, please? I need to know you’re okay once I’m gone.”

Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!

“We can have that argument tomorrow. Right now, just let me enjoy this, all right?”

She heard his mental screams of ‘Stop It!’ and she did, nodding against his hand, “all right but tomorrow, you’re listening to me.”

Wanting to cocoon her, tuck her inside himself, hide her away so the cancer and the fear and the reality of it all couldn’t find her, he hugged her closer, spooned behind her tight, “maybe.” That’s as good as she would get tonight and accepting it, she did her best to forget everything but the moment. A pleasant ‘hmm’ purred out a minute later and, hearing it as well as feeling it against his chest, “what was that for?”

Not realizing she’d made the sound until it was too late, “living in my moment, Mulder.”

“Our moment.”

For half a second, she wanted to cry, “You’re right. Our moment.”

&&&&&&&&&

He was gone when she woke up, the nurse checking on her telling her quietly, “he snuck out about 20 minutes ago.” Seeing her still sleepy look of disappointment, she smiled, “I’ve seen the way he looks at you; he’ll be back.”

Alone a moment later, she tried to work herself into a rage because he left without saying good-bye and without talking to her like she’d asked but, in the end, it was Mulder and she really should have expected it. Returning to her side, facing the door, she shut her eyes, imagining he was still behind her.

&&&&&&&&&&

He appeared the next day, glass vial offering a last-ditch effort in his fight to save her. He watched her argue with her family, fight her doctors, grasp onto a fading hope without which, she would be forced to make him sit, discuss funeral arrangements, ask him to give up while holding her hand.

&&&&&&&&&&

First Skinner left her room, then her brother, then, finally, Maggie, who gave him a hug and told him, without words but the slightest of head nods, that Scully was inside waiting for him. He gave it another minute, still processing, still gripping the bloody picture, still marveling at the news that was, indeed, real.

Opening her door slowly, the first thing he saw was not a smile but her piercing gaze that ranged in interpretation, over the years, from raging irritation to unbridled happiness. Todays was more of a confused relief bordering on reserved elation, “Mom says you’ve been sitting in the hallway.”

“Your mother deserved the first hug.”

“Are you going to be my third?”

“Patience, woman. I give you a hug now, we’ll both be crying for the next hour.” Shooting her his first mischievous grin in months, “I am breaking all kinds of rules still being here. Three people have asked me to leave already.”

She’d been prepared to talk for a few minutes, then go to sleep but suddenly, that wasn’t cutting it anymore, “You want to go for a drive?”

Finally approaching her, he pressed his thighs against the edge of the bed, leaning just enough forward but keeping his hands in his pockets, schoolboy asking a question of his favorite girl, “your place or mine?”

She hadn’t even thought that far ahead in the discussion but now that it was out there, hanging in the air, she gave him a smile, “your place. We haven’t been there in awhile.”

“Luckily I just changed the sheets a few days ago.”

Holding eye contact, swearing for one second she could actually see into his soul, she found herself moving her legs, bumping into Mulder as she sat upright, slid off the bed, “go find me my clothes.”

They didn’t so much sneak from the hospital as walk out, quietly, Scully’s bag in Mulder’s one hand, Mulder’s other on her back, pressed to muscle and bone, fingers loose-gripping the back of her shirt. No one said a word, elevator their immediate destination, anywhere else in the world their quest. The air was balmy, the breeze light, and Scully stopped the moment the automatic doors shut behind her, inhaling deep.

Mulder, nearly knocking her over, suddenly panicked, “what? What’s wrong?”

Her head spun, giddy and light, “just … overwhelmed for a minute.”

“Do you need to go back inside?”

Shaking her head vehemently, “no … no, I just … your place, please.”

“Food first?”

“No. I … that’s too much right now.” Looking up at her partner, suddenly exhausted, “a bed would be nice and some drugs when we get to your place.”

“Home it is, then.” He valeted the car, tucked her inside, and drove away, aiming towards his apartment. She was dozing by the second turn and fully asleep by the time he pulled up to the curb. Crouching beside her open passenger door, hand on thigh, voice low, he began coaxing her in a soft voice reserved for just such occasions, “hey, Scully? Wake up. We’re here and you’ve gotta stay awake long enough to deal with the front steps and the elevator.”

Blinking her eyes open, they rolled around for a moment before focusing, “okay. Don’t let me fall down.”

“Never.”

He wanted to laugh at her swaying walk, likening it to her drunken trek a year ago at her mother’s surprise birthday party. Not saying that aloud, however, he steered her to his door then inside.

He set her bag down, then took her coat, hanging it before heading toward the kitchen for a glass of water so she could take her meds and lay down. Asking over his shoulder what type of pain killer she wanted, he glanced back when she didn’t answer. Finding her still rooted to her spot beside the hat rack, he stopped, took in the tears already rolling, then held out his hand, waving her towards him, “come here.” She did, shuffling, leaving shoes behind and walking into him, the collision backing him up a few steps. Accepting the momentum, he continued moving, sitting down on the arm of the couch, level with her now, arms tight around her neck, her face hidden in his shirt, “what’s wrong?”

“It can’t be real, Mulder. It can’t. It shouldn’t have worked.”

“But it did. You saw the scans.”

“But what if I go to sleep tonight and wake up tomorrow and it’s back?”

Shifting her away, he settled hands on cheeks, thumbs against eyebrows, painting over them lightly, absently, as he tilted her head to meet her tear-y gaze, “it won’t be but if it is, but it won’t be, we will figure it out … together … all right? We got here once and we can do it again … but we won’t have to, so don’t worry about it.”

Her hands were around his wrists, “I think you just gave me a headache.”

“I’ve been giving you headaches for four years now. What’s new?”

“This.” Leaning in, she kissed him, barely brushing his lips but setting his world on fire in the process, “I’ve got, to sound trite, a new lease on life and I’m not wasting it.” Kissing him again, before swaying dangerously to one side, “but I am going to ask that we sleep through a little bit of it because if I don’t lay down soon, I’m going to end up on your floor.”

He wiped the few remaining tears from her cheeks before he kissed her back, light but claiming, “do you mind some company?”

“I have never minded your company.” Yawning, she turned white, an immediate sweat beading on her upper lip, “but I need to lay down … now.”

Walking her to the bed, he gave her a shirt and some shorts, some drugs and a glass of water, then, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Returning with a second blanket, he found her curled, body imprint stamped on ‘her’ side of the bed forevermore. His giddiness in the moment nearly made him laugh but containing it, he settled beside her, spare blanket at their feet. His hand went to her forehead, thumb in gentle circles between her eyebrows.

It was gone.

He had her back.

And he wasn’t going to waste a minute of the time they had left.

Which was a lot longer than they’d had mere hours earlier.

He didn’t fall asleep for hours.

Watching her breathe.

&&&&&&&&&&

Neither should have been awake but when Mulder opened his eyes, he found himself staring at an empty pillow and equally empty bed. Squinting towards the dawn-grey living room and the darkened bathroom, he looked over his shoulder, finding his target standing by the open window, leaning on the frame.

Rolling over, he tucked the pillow under his head, yawning, then watching her for a minute before she felt his eyes on her and turned towards him, quiet.

His mind was open and slow, filters off, walls down, and in that very moment, the only thing he had left in the world to say was “I love you.”

Her slow spreading smile lit up the darkening room, thunder rumbling as a storm moved in. It stopped just shy of a full-on grin, then dropped back to slightly upturn lip curl, sigh deep, eyes closing for a moment to collect the proper words from the universe, before sending them drifting across to him slow and steady, “and I … finally have the time … to love you back.”

Mulder’s smile spread at the same speed hers did, pushing into the pillow, squashing face glowing, “is this another one of our moments?”

“They are all our moments from now on, Mulder. All of them.”

[alloftheimaginess]

Night Out

My first Buck fanfic. Go easy on me. It might suck but I wrote this after watching Sofia the first with my goddaughter at 11 o’clock last night

"Whoo that was something!" Buck says jumping into the locker room as everyone is getting ready to leave for the day.

"A fire that big and no fatalities. We have to celebrate we should hit up that bar on pico, you know the one with the loaded fries" he says going to his locker and he turns around excited.

"First rounds on me" he says turning back to his locker as Eddie shuts his.

"I wish I could, man. Christopher's hosting his first sleepover tonight" he says walking out and I smile at him and he stops in the door.

"Hey, you're more than welcome to come and celebrate with a bunch of nine year olds" he says and I chuckle at that.

"Hah, the rest of us will toast your absence" Buck says.

"Hey, tell Christopher I said hi" I say and he nods walking out.

"Will do" he calls behind him.

"You're going to have to toast mine too. Tonight's date night with Karen" hen says sitting up from tying her shoes and standing up with her bag.

"She can come" he says sounding a little defeated.

"I don't think that's her idea of a date, but have fun" she says and she blows me kisses before leaving.

"Yeah and I'm sorry buck, but uh Athena and I have date night tonight too. So you guys have a good time" Bobby says also turning him down before walking out and I frown a little and Chimney closes his locker and I have a little hope that he can hang out with him because I have to get home to relieve my babysitter.

"No offense but you are not the Buckley I was looking forward to spending my night with" he says and I pretend like I'm not listening.

"I get it Chim, go wine and dine my sister, I'll be fine" he says and chimney claps before running out and I sit on the bench putting my shoes on.

"Go ahead" he says and I look up.

"What?" I ask smiling at him.

"Tell me your plans that you have so you can't hang out with me" he says and I stand up.

"I didn't think you were inviting the mom out" I say smirking at him.

"I didn't mean anything by th-"

"I know, I'm joking" I say and I frown.

"But I actually can't make it tonight" I say and he sighs.

"I'm totally kidding, I need human interaction with another adult and not a seven year old tonight or I'm going to lose my mind" I say smiling at him.

"I love you so much (Y/n)" he says and I laugh grabbing my duffle bag.

"But every round is on you. See you at 8" I say running out before he can protest.

I walk into the bar, feeling a bit out of place because I haven't been to one in years. "(Y/n)" Buck says standing up and I walk over to him and he hugs me before sitting back down and I sit on the opposite side of the table and I smile at him.

"So I was promised loaded fries" I say breaking the awkwardness in the air around us.

"Oh yeah totally" he says going to stand up.

"I bet I can get them for free" I say smirking at him.

"no way" He says sitting back down.

"Care to make this interesting?" I ask.

"Definitely, if you can't like I know you can't you'll have to wash my car for a month" he says and I nod.

"And if I can which I know I will, you'll have to drive me to work for the next month and I like to be there at five o'clock" I say smirking at him and I stick my hand out and he shakes it.

"Watch and learn young one" I say standing up and adjusting my dress and I go over to the bar leaning down and she comes over and I smile at her.

"Hey beautiful" I say and she smiles at me.

"Hi, what can I get for you?" She asks, her smile growing when she looks at me and I pretend to look at the menu and I turn to buck.

"Loaded fries?" I ask and he nods and I turn back to her.

"2 orders of loaded fries, my friend over there is pretty hungry after the fire he had to put out today" I say catching on to what's playing on the news and she looks up at the tv and back at buck.

"He saved that deaf woman?" She asks and I nod.

"Yeah and an old mans cat" I say and she smiles at me again.

"It's on the house" she says.

"And whatever else you want" she adds before putting in our order.

"Thank you so much" I say and she nods.

"Are either of you single?" She asks and I nod.

"Yeah, he's so single" I say grabbing the receipt and walking back over to buck.

"Read it and weep" I say slamming it down on the table and he picks it up.

"How?" He asks laughing.

"If she asks for your number, it wasn't my fault" I say sliding back into the seat.

"I cant handle anymore Disney channel theme songs, I'm so glad I got to get out tonight" I say leaning back.

"If I have to hear I was a girl in the village doing alright then I became a princess overnight anymore I'm going to absolutely lose my mind" I say giggling and he laughs with me holding up his beer and I clink mine against his.

"Buck, buck, buck" I say trying to stop him from talking.

"I needed this so much" I say laughing and he unlocks his door and we both quickly make it inside.

"I'm going to change and make some snacks and we can find something to watch" he says stumbling up the stairs and I crash on the sofa kicking my shoes off and dropping my purse on the coffee table and I look around at his place and I take in how nice it is and he comes back down the stairs, tossing me a shirt and I go to the bathroom to change and when I come back out he's taking all the snacks out his cabinets and I grab the m&m's.

"I was a girl in the village doing alright then I became a princess overnight. Now I gotta figure out how to do it right so much to learn and see. Up in the castle with my new family in a school that's just for royalty, a whole enchanted world is waiting for me I'm so excited to be Sofia the First. I'm finding out what being royal's all about Sofia the First. Making my way, it's an adventure everyday, Sofia, it's gonna be my time to show them all that I'm Sofia the First!” I sing as the new episode comes on.

“This show actually isn’t half bad” he says shoving more popcorn into his mouth.

“It’s really not and that’s what bothers me, I can totally get distracted when Emery puts it on and I can watch it with her for hours” I say.

“This princess Amber is low key a bitch though” he says through his mouthful of popcorn.

“Tell me about it” I say.

“Did you two have fun last night?” Hen ask when we make it into work the next morning and I shush her before going to my locker and quickly opening it so I can grab my pills and I take two.

“Yeah, I had a lot of fun. I don’t know about buck” I say.

“Someone call me?” He asks turning away from his locker and they all laugh.

“Maddie was following your Snapchat stories the whole night Evan, she said it looked like you were genuinely having fun” Chimney says.

“I was. It was the most fun I had in a while” he says.

“Karen and I watched your Snapchat as well (Y/n), I felt bad for leaving buck but he was in good company” Hen says.

“But then out of nowhere the snaps stopped for both of you” she adds.

“Yeah because we just watched a Disney channel show I told him about” I say putting my sunglasses in my purse.

“It’s called Sofia the first and I’m kind of upset we didn’t finish it” he says and I laugh shaking my head.

“Can’t say I disagree” I say grabbing my uniform so I can go change.

A few weeks later.

“Shit, shit, shit” I whisper as I’m sat on the toilet.

“Mama, are you almost done I’m hungry” Emery asks and I wipe my eyes.

“Yeah, baby give me a second” I say standing up.

“Can we make pancakes for breakfast?” She asks.

“Whatever you want, we’ll do” I say shoving the pregnancy test into the back of the towel cabinet.

[makeusfreefromthisfandom]

Anon asked: just found your blog and let me just say 10/10! the parenting headcanons*chef's kiss*…. could you please create headcanons on how style 5 would treat their pregnant s/o? thanks!!!!

I’m so glad you liked my blog so much<33and yes don’t the boys as dads make you go soft🥺

Pregnant S/O (Style 5)

Another long post~

Haru

Confused boy™️

Planned or unplanned he’s still surprised and confused when you tell him

Internally, he’s panicking

He doesn’t have any siblings either so he never got to experience pregnancy

He’ll probably think that it’s best to give you space and let you handle it

But oh no that was a big mistake on his part

He very quickly realizes just how much you need him to be there for you (it’s not like he purposely distanced himself, he was just scared that he would interfere in a way)

You tell him it’s no such thing and that’s when Haru will secretly start his little research and reading up on pregnancy

From then on he’s by your side 100% anyone who is giving you dirty looks can f*** off Haru ain’t having none of that. he’s giving them his silent death stares

He’ll be holding your hair back and gently caressing your back on those mornings when you’re over the toilet <3

Rushes by your side faster than he strips off for water when you call out to him or need him for anything

He’s very nervous and awkward when touching your belly it’s like an alien to him

But when you take his hand and slowly bring it to rest on your tummy, he’ll ease

Might say a few words to his baby which just makes you go 😣🥺😍🥰

He’ll mentally prepare himself and will still be internally panicking especially when the time is near

Of course he would never show it to you tho he wants to be there for you and your wall of support he can’t let you know that he’s also panicking

But all his worries suddenly wash away once his child is finally given to him in his arms and he looks onto them with a little smile, but his eyes are absolutely bursting with love❤️

Makoto

Aww Makoto is going to be a bit doting on your pregnancy

I mean he was probably still fairly young himself when his own mother was pregnant with twins, but he probably watched his father and how he took care of Mama Tachibana

Folks lemme tell you. Mama and Papa Tachibana raised this man RIGHT

You might think that Makoto would freak out a lot during pregnancy, which is only half right

He’ll be so so so so gentle around you, making sure you eat enough food, get enough sleep, etc.

Will even massage your swollen feat and ankles🥺

He even gives into your cravings haha he just wants you to be as comfortable as possible <3

He loves putting his hand on your belly and talking to his baby, saying sweet things and having conversations, even if the baby isn’t born yet, it’s a way for him to start bonding with his child and an indirect way of letting you know how much he loves and appreciates you and won’t ever leave your side 🥺❤️

He’s very careful and gentle all throughout the 9 months, but he does have his moments when he freaks out a bit

Like when you think th water broke and then when the water ACTUALLY broke

He’s still fully prepared tho, he created a bag with all the essentials waiting by the doorway longgg ago

The whole time he’s telling you what a great job you’re doing and how amazing you are, and so on 😣💘

Once Makoto actually gets to hold his child, the world around him stops and it’s like falling in love all over again but now it’s x2 with you and his own little baby ❤️

Whatta MAN take notes.

Nagisa

Jumping up and down with excitement when you tell him 😆

Ladies and Gents, he’s got this one in the bag.

Absolutely giving into all your cravings, even offering his own sweets and chocolate from his secret candy stash

Foot rubs, leg rubs, back rubs, he’s ready to do it ALL to make you happy and relaxed

He’s going to his absolute BEST to make himself less burdening on you because usually you have to be the one take care of him

So he’s going to want to take care of the cooking, cleaning, chores, etc.

The cooking turns out to be a disaster...mostly because he adds more of the stuff he thinks is good and doesn’t exactly follow the recipe...

But atleast the cleaning isn’t all so bad 🥺

Totally so patient with you. He’s there when those pregnancy hormones kick in and those emotions are let lose

Cradles your belly when you guys are in bed 🥺

he gets SO excited when he feels the baby kick like SOOOO excited

“WOAH...DID YOU FEEL THAT? HUH (NAME)-CHAN?THE BABY KICKED”

*goes back to having his little conversations with the baby to feel it kick again*

So yeah Nagisa’s always calling up Rei to fill him up on EVERYTHING

Anywayss when the baby is actually born, all of Nagisa’s excitement will die down to pure softness as he just looks at his little bundle of joy with love with a warm smile❤️

Rei

Rei is actually very happy when you tell him and softly kisses your forehead

Not even a minute passes where he’s now standing and pushing up his glasses, ready to prepare himself for what’s to come

Reads up ALL about pregnancy like EVERYTHING

The cravings, the mood swings, the morning sickness

He’s even read up all potential complications and situations you can be put in

Physically the guy is ALL prepared for when the water breaks at any given moment...like Makoto he’s got a bag ready and everything

Aww he literally goes THE EXTRA mile for you. Like buying for you stuff that isn’t really needed during a pregnancy but great to have nonetheless.

He’s very strict when it comes to how you eat and sleep tho

He just wants what’s best for BOTH the baby and you <3

That means he’s got diets planned out, alternatives for unhealthy cravings, making sure you get a full 7-8 hours of sleep daily.

Sometimes you gotta be the one to tell this man to chill out It’s like he’s the one pregnant

But in all honesty, you really do appreciate it, many men would sadly never go this far to taking care of a pregnant s/o so you are luckyyy 💘

Although Rei did EXTENSIVE amount of research, nothing actually prepared him mentally for when the water actually broke...

All the details aside, when he finally holds his baby in his arms, all of Rei’s research and worries and everything goes completely out the window, because nothing could have ever prepared him for a moment this beautiful ❤️

Rin

You got it...once you tell this shark baby about the pregnancy, he’s crying

But tears of joy as he embraces you and tells you how much he loves you and promises to be the best dad he can for his child ❤️

Protective Matsuoka has entered the chat.

Would let you do ANYTHING that seems even potentially dangerous to you or the unborn child

Takes it upon himself to do everything from cooking and cleaning to preparing baths for you and giving you massages and rubs <3

Also handles anything outside the house too like groceries and shopping <3

“Nah Nah babe, don’t you worry, I got this” *kiss*

Warms your heart ❤️

He lends you his body pillow too

Nights where he’s gently laying his head on your tummy, talking to the baby and telling him a lot about the world outside 🥺

Tells the baby that he’s gonna show them a sight that they’ve never seen

You go heart squeeze 😣

Gets super excited when he feels a kick and omg it’s all just cuteness overload I can’t even explain it🥰

You tell him to stop crying so much or else the baby is gonna catch on

Still in tears when he his little one his born and in his arms, not that you aren’t moved to tears either.

Just a precious moment for him with his precious child and precious s/o, a perfect little family ❤️

[blueeyedrichie]

I'm warning you now that this ask is a personal attack. Ally u awakened something in me that I didn't realize was dormant and now I need more trashy early-mid 2000s aus. I need a Myspace au where Eddie is a Paris Hilton wannabe with a velour tracksuit and a Motorola razor with a phone charm and all of his pics are mirror selfies. And Richie is a rawr xd emo with snakebites and the song on his Myspace page is like nobody puts baby in the corner or something Ally please I need it

I am fucking SCREAMING OVER THIS like this is my entire life now. Literally no cap I’m hhhhhhh so obsessed with this.

Not only am I absolutely sobbing over the image of Eddie in a fucking velour tracksuit (juicy couture brand, and best believe that thing says JUICY on the ass, also it’s baby blue uwu) but it just makes me so happy that he has it and likes to wear it???? Because you know he’d be hiding that from Sonia in the depths of his closet but the moment she leaves the house or maybe late at night he’s putting it on to snap a new photo, definitely just to show off to his internet friends and not at all to catch the attention of a certain someone from his class.

He has a pink razr, with a purple poof ball and a little green turtle as the charms; also there’s a little rainbow sticker on the battery cover :’) and he takes those absolutely horrible selfies in the bathroom from way up above his head and in the mirror that’s covered in fingerprints and toothpaste splashes and half the time you can definitely see the toilet in the background, but it’s easy to ignore because he looks so cute in his lil tracksuit (and when he’s feeling extra fancy he puts some glittery hard candy brand eyeshadow on) and spends literal hours deciding which one to upload as his new default picture, and probably another hour deciding what lyrics to use as his caption. He ends up going with now tell me, who have you been dreaming of? Since it’s from his current profile song “Stars Are Blind” by the one and only Paris Hilton.

Then we have Richie, with thick, black framed glasses, an absolute disaster of curls on his head that falls into his eyes; which are lined darkly to match the chipped polish on his nails. He wears black jeans and hoodies and band shirts exclusively, ranging from Fall Out Boy to My Chemical Romance to Mindless Self Indulgence. His MySpace song is “Shut Me Up”.

Richie has an orange EnV with a cracked screen and an “it’s not a phase” sticker on the back (the words are like an ombré of the bisexual flag colors bc I say so). His top 8 is literally just Tom and then a bunch of bands because he doesn’t fuck around with that shit.

He ABSOLUTELY has snake bites, and he wears bracelets and shit all the time (he has one of those lil handcuff bracelets from hot topic pls I hope someone knows what I’m talking abt) and definitely has a chain on his wallet that jingles every time he walks. He smokes under the bleachers at school and hangs out with like three people that like the same music as him.

It’s not that Richie and Eddie don’t want to hang out, it’s just that they don’t really run in the same circles. They only have art together, and Richie is always listening to his headphones while he draws, and Eddie stares at him from his spot beside him, always amazed at how well Richie can draw. Sometimes Richie looks up and catches his gaze and gives him a crooked little smile, his silver piercings glinting in the fluorescent light from above them. What Eddie doesn’t notice is how Richie watches him too, and thinks it’s cute the way Eddie daydreams and fiddles with his little phone charms during class.

Richie does a lot of really shitty photo edits in photofiltre bc he doesn’t wanna pay for photoshop. When the day comes that Eddie comments on his profile to ask if Richie can make him one, Richie agrees. And if they start messaging back and forth and Eddie takes longer to decide what he wants just so he can talk to Richie more, then that’s just fine.

And then they start commenting on each other’s photos and messaging everyday and talking more at school and neither of them will admit it, but it’s so much fucking fun. They’re so different but complement each other so well, and next thing he knows, Eddie is hanging out in Richies bedroom sharing earbuds with him and listening to “Nobody Puts Baby In The Corner” and maybe he doesn’t totally hate it. Richie begs him to change his profile song because “the whole Paris aesthetic is actually hot,” he winks, knowing about her ridiculous catch phrase, “but you gotta admit that song sucks shit.”

Eddie scoffs at him, but doesn’t remove the earbud and just keeps listening, stealthily scooting closer to Richie as he flips through a sketchbook and shows Eddie his favorite drawings. He points one out, asking who it is and why his face is like that.

“That’s Pete Wentz, and that’s his grr face,” Richie then makes the same face, sending Eddie into a fit of giggles.

And normally, Eddie wouldnt post a photo of himself without his outfit and makeup and hair done just right, bc his regular jeans and shorts and sweaters aren’t the look he’s going for on his online persona, but he has to get a photo with his crush, because suddenly having people know that he’s hanging with Richie is far more important than a lil break away from his aesthetic. Richie rolls his eyes, but smiles and agrees on one condition, “you have to do the grr face.” Eddie pouts but ultimately says yes. They stand in front of the mirror on the back of Richies door that’s covered in sloppily written lyrics in what Eddie assumes is sharpie. Eddie stares at himself and tries to get it just right, snapping a couple photos, all of which have Richie either laughing or throwing his hands up next to him.

“I can’t do it right.”

“Just do it like this,” Richie makes the face to Eddie in the mirror, who mimics him. “Just like that!” Richie takes the phone from him so Eddie can focus, and then when Eddie gets the face just right, Richie throws his free arm around Eddie’s waist and leans in to kiss his cheek, snapping a photo to capture Eddie with the little sneer, and then another of his cherry red cheeks and dropped jaw when he realizes Richie is kissing him.

They end up going on a date after that, and they both surprise each other with gifts. Eddie makes Richie a little beaded bracelet, R+E are in between the pink, blue, and purple beads. Richie gives him a drawing he did of the photo they took together, except he drew Eddie wearing his tracksuit instead of his other clothes.

They both change their default photos to match (Richie uses the one of Eddie looking shocked; Eddie uses the one with the grr face) and they split the lyrics from another one of Richies fav Fall Out Boy songs for their captions: I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive on Richies and now I only waste it dreaming of you on Eddie’s.

[heyyyharry]

Chapter 8: The Little Prince and His Flower

(from the My Girl Trilogy: Stay Mine)

…in which Harry must return to Holmes Chapel, Y/N is upset he went without her, and family drama is not family-only.

Word count: 10k

AU: actor!Harry, older!Harry, younger!Y/N, (4-year age gap).

Wattpad link (Thea as Y/N)

What to expect in this chapter: Gemma/Isaac, Niall/?, Ruby(???), and a graveyard ‘date’

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Isaac closed his umbrella, almost too caught up in what had happened to realise it'd stopped raining since Gemma had left. His mouth opened to answer Emilia’s question, but his brain was stuttering, unable to keep up.

He'd kissed Gemma.

No, she had kissed him. He didn’t know why she’d done it, but did it matter? He'd kissed her back and he'd liked it. He'd kissed his best friend’s sister, who had a boyfriend, a shitty one, still, it didn’t justify what he’d done.

If Harry knew about this—

His stomach twisted into knots as his palms started to sweat. Harry couldn’t know about this. They were finally on good terms again. Isaac couldn’t fuck this up. Had Emilia seen the kiss? Would she tell Harry if she had?

Isaac took a deep breath to ease his mind. To Emilia, he said, “I came to see you. You didn’t show up for the shoot, Emi.”

“I lost my phone and I thought the shoot was next week.” She gave an apologetic grin. “I’m very sorry.”

Her apology didn’t sound sincere, but now he had bigger problems to worry about. With an impersonal tone, he said, “If you’re not interested anymore, you should’ve let me know so I could find someone else.”

“No, no, I still want to model for you!” She wrapped her fingers around his wrist before he even thought about ending the conversation. His alarmed expression got her blushing as she hid her hands behind her back, staring at her feet. “I’d been...um...I’d been busy preparing for my audition this morning. That was why I took two days off in a row, and then my boss called me here today because the shop got overcrowded.”

“An audition? For a movie?”

He hoped his startlement didn’t offend her. There was nothing wrong with her auditioning for a movie; she used to go to film school after all. But not so long ago she’d told him she’d already given up on her dream of becoming an actress, so he was curious to know how that passion had sparked again.

“Yes, a real movie!” she exclaimed, her green eyes twinkling like Harry’s whenever he talked about his job, or Y/N.

As if Emilia could read Isaac’s mind, she added, “Harry encouraged me to attend casting calls. I’ve done some commercials and modelling before, so a movie would be a nice challenge. He also gave me the contacts of some directors—” His dubious look stopped her midsentence, and her voice went flat, “I didn’t get them from his assistant. He actually gave them to me.”

“No, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay. Please don’t explain.” With a frustrated exhalation, she peered around him. “Was that Gemma who just left?”

The hair stood up at the nape of his nape when he met her questioning gaze. Convinced that she’d seen the kiss, he had to admit, “Yeah, it was Gemma.”

Her eyes went round as she considered him in a sceptical manner. “Are you two dating?”

“No. She has a boyfriend.”

Gemma was so private that not many people knew she had a boyfriend. For all he knew, he could’ve lied to Emilia and gotten away with it even if she’d witnessed the kiss. He couldn’t bring himself to do it, though. He had a strict rule against lying. No matter how trivial you thought your lie was, you’d have to cover it up with more lies, and before you knew it, the lie had become too big, like a snowball rolling down a hill. The damage it would cause was inevitable.

Nodding slowly, Emilia ahhhhed in silence and concluded with, “Too bad. I’d love to talk to her.”

He waited for her to continue, but then she told him she had to get back to work and would text him with her new number. Just like that, she disappeared into the shop, leaving him in bafflement.

Emilia was the most curious person he’d ever met, so if knowing Gemma’s relationship status was a good enough answer for her, then she must’ve seen the kiss. What he couldn’t explain was how cool she’d been about it, as if him — her half-brother’s best friend — kissing her half-sister, who had a boyfriend, was the most normal thing in the world.

Either she hadn’t seen anything, or she was a much better actress than he thought.

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Y/N had been a fool to think she would worry less about writing now that she’d found the perfect literary agent. For the last few months, she’d been stressed out about pitching her manuscript, but ever since she’d had Laura, her biggest concern had circled back to the manuscript itself.

Laura was a perfectionist, which was good, because she never made mistakes. But she expected the same thing from all of her clients, and Y/N would do anything to please that woman. Even if it meant pulling an all-nighter and living off on tea and protein bars just to finish another scene to move on to the next.

After their first meeting, Laura had emailed Y/N a very long list of what she ‘didn’t like’ about the story. Some scenes were redundant; the drama should be more intense; the plot twists weren’t shocking enough; more sex, more sex, more sex.

Y/N had vowed to herself that she would never, ever, write a generic story just to match a publisher’s bulleted list. Yet here she was, shamefully ticking boxes and changing the entire story as she went. If her characters could step out of the page, they would strangle her in her sleep for how she’d fucked up their lives. But if she was going to have an agent, she had to believe in her agent.

Laura knew what kind of book sold and what didn’t, and at this point, Y/N just wanted her novel to be published. She didn’t care if it wasn’t the best story in her opinion. As long as Laura guaranteed that Y/N’s babies would end up on the shelves in the biggest bookstores in London, Y/N would do anything – and she meant anything – Laura told her to.

“Y/N!”

The voice interrupted her train of thoughts, and she glanced up from her laptop screen to meet Alice’s amused gaze. “You haven’t touched your tea,” Alice said, her grin widened. Only then did Y/N realise her tea had been served a long while ago and already gotten cold. “And maybe stand up and walk around for a bit. How could you sit in one place for three fucking hours? Can you still feel your ass?”

Y/N snorted at the remark and wiggled against her chair. “This ass still feels pretty fine to me.”

“Weirdo,” Alice said, shaking her head.

But Alice did have a point. Y/N had been staring at the screen for so long that the words had begun to look all the same; a short break would do her some good.

Her shoulders sagged as she took off her AirPods, rubbed her eyes with the heels of her palms and glanced around the shop. It’d been so crowded when they had arrived this morning. Now, most of the customers had left, and there were only them, a couple at the table by the street-facing window, and three girls in the corner booth, who were laughing and taking selfies.

Alice shot them a disapproving glare before switching her attention back to the novella in her hands — The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Y/N’s mother had read it to her when she was little, and she still remembered the story as if she’d learned it by heart. You knew when a book was good when even Alice, who absolutely hated reading, could not put it down.

Not wanting to disrupt her friend, Y/N quietly pushed away from the table when Alice snapped her head up, her eyebrows scrunched. “Where are you going?”

“Gotta pee.”

Alice gave a dismissive wave, and her eyes were fixed on the book again.

In the bathroom, Y/N took the far back stall, telling herself to finish quickly so she could get back to work. But while cleaning herself, she heard echoes of high heels accompanied by the laughter of the previous group of girls. The door next to hers opened and shut, and the water ran as one girl washed her hands.

“Did she leave already?” asked the one in the stall.

“I think so,” said her friend outside.

“Shame. I thought Harry was gonna show up,” the third girl sighed in disappointment as the water stopped. The toilet flushed, heels clacked against the marble, and the water ran again.

“I saw him in the car park once,” continued the third voice. “He came to pick her up. You should’ve seen her bitchy face. No wonder she’s got no friend but the psycho Alice Young.”

Y/N scowled when the first girl chimed in, “Remember Mandy Torres from English Lit?”

The Mandy who’d pretended to be friends with Y/N and then shit-talked about her behind her back? Yes, she remembered.

“So Mandy invited them to her party because she’s a sweetheart. Then that bitch got insecure, thinking Mandy might steal her man, so she blew up at Many in the library, calling her names and stuff. Two people saw it!”

Y/N could bet these girls knew it was a lie, and still, they chose to believe it so they could have a reason to hate her.

Three of them laughed at the same time, and then the second one said, “Can’t believe she still showed her face after that clip.”

“What clip?” her friend asked, sounding just as confused as Y/N.

Her heart was pounding, and her fingers were clawing at her knees. She didn’t know what clip they were referring to. And why shouldn’t she show her face?

Yes, she and Harry had filmed a sex tape before, but they’d been careful and deleted it right after they’d watched it together. It was impossible that the clip still existed and had gotten leaked.

“Oh, you haven’t seen it? This morning, someone uploaded a clip of Harry Styles and Ruby Ellis dancing together at a party in LA. They were all over each other.”

“Oh my God, they’re definitely fucking again!”

“Can you blame him? Would you pick that whore over Ruby Ellis?”

Their laughter faded into white noise, and soon their footsteps had become mute.

Y/N sat there for a long moment, fists balling against her skirt until she was sure she was alone again. That was when she got on her feet, flushed the toilet and clawed the door open.

Her reflection in the mirror caught her by surprise. She almost didn’t recognise herself from how angry she looked. Taking a deep breath, she stomped to the sink to wash her hands and then dried them with a paper towel before going back to her table like nothing was wrong.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see those girls watching her. They whispered something to each other, probably shocked and embarrassed that she’d heard them say all those terrible things behind her back.

The old Y/N would have stepped out of the stall and put them in their place. But the new Y/N — Harry’s Y/N — wouldn’t put on a show in public and take down her boyfriend’s career and her dignity.

“You okay?” Alice asked when Y/N plopped down in the chair across from her.

Y/N flatly said, “yes,” and put on her AirPods to get back to work. No more distraction. Fuck those girls. Fuck the internet. She didn’t need to see that clip to–

Her phone buzzed once, and she flinched. Cece had sent her a post on Instagram.

Now what? Was she going to check it? Her mind went numb for a second as her fingers froze on the keyboards. She kept staring at the blinking cursor until her anxiety became too much, and she surrendered. She grabbed her phone, swiped right on the notification and placed her thumb on the home button to unlock the screen.

Have you seen this?

No, she hadn’t. And she hadn’t intended to until now.

The thumbnail of the video was too dark for her to make out what it was, but the caption said: WHAT HAPPENED TO Y/N??? With shocked emojis. Three shocked emojis. His fans were freaking out for her, so this might not be good.

Biting a nail, she muted the volume and tapped on the clip to be directed to the post. It was dark at first, but when the pink light started flashing, she could make out Harry’s figure. She knew his drunk dance moves; he was definitely three sheets to the wind here. Then, she caught a glimpse of the dress Niall had criticised the other night. Ruby looked just as drunk as she danced next to Harry, shouting the lyrics of whatever song the DJ was playing.

It was hard to know for sure what was happening here as it was too dark, but a part of Y/N felt relieved because she had expected worse. They were just dancing together, their bodies barely touching, and there were so many people around.

“Shit.”

She jerked her head to the side, and Alice’s face almost gave her a heart attack. Alice was standing beside her, one hand on the back of Y/N’s chair, the other lay flat on the table.

“I don’t care what everyone’s saying. It doesn’t look like he’s cheating on you.”

Y/N’s heart beat faster even though she knew Harry would never cheat. Not on her, nor anyone else. She’d seen how he’d beat himself up for sleeping with Ruby despite her having a boyfriend. He’d made mistakes in the past, but he would never hurt a woman by cheating on her.

Maybe the issue didn’t lie in the fact that everyone was saying he had or was going to cheat on Y/N. Maybe seeing him dance with Ruby – at the big fancy party Y/N had refused to attend – made her feel like he would be happier at places like that, with people like that, people like Ruby and his famous friends.

Her chest sank as she finished the thought, but she still managed to set it aside as she closed her laptop and rose from her seat. “Ready to go, Al?”

“Sure, but can I pee first? I need to pee.”

Alice’s grimace made her giggle as she watched her friend rush to the bathroom.

She began to gather her notebooks and chargers when her phone buzzed repeatedly, and when she saw it was Harry, she picked it up. Something told her he’d just woken up, seen the clip and freaked out. He should freak out. Because she’d almost had a heart attack.

She shoved the rest of her things into her bag and hit the talk button.

“I’ve seen the video, so we don’t have to talk about it.”

“Shit,” he grunted. “Are you mad at me? I swear I was drunk and didn’t know who I was dancing with, but Jeff called me a taxi afterwards and–”

“Don’t worry, I’m not mad at you.”

When he let out a sigh, she could almost see him close his eyes and put a hand against his chest. “Where are you?”

“At a coffee shop on campus.” She leaned her hip against the table as she turned and made eye contact with one of the girls in the corner booth. The girl turned back to her friends like nothing was wrong, but Y/N knew the bitch was scared to death. To Harry, she said, “I’m heading home though. I’ll see you at the airport tonight, kay?”

“That...won’t be necessary.”

“What do you mean?” She straightened when realisation hit her. “Harry, where are you?”

“Holmes Chapel.”

She knew it.

“I knew it! I knew you’d go without me.”

“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t want to involve you in my family drama. I’m going to talk to my mum alone, and then–”

She didn’t want to let him finish. “I’m already involved, though. I could help. You might get anxious and say the wrong things. Look how it went with Gemma.”

When he paused, she knew he knew she was right. Still, his stubborn ass would never admit it. “I’m sorry, babe. At least you can focus on your book while I’m not there. Miss you. See you soon.”

The line disconnected. She stared at the screen in disbelief, and text messages from him popped up.

Forgot to say I love you.

I love you.

With a sigh, she stuffed her phone into the front pocket of her backpack and pinched her temples. She hated that she couldn’t stay mad at him, but she wished he hadn’t blindsided her like that.

Whatever. She’d deal with him when he got back tomorrow.

She shrugged on the backpack just in time Alice returned from the bathroom. Alice clumsily threw her things into her nude tote bag and hurried to the door as Y/N preceded. The moment they stepped out into the street, Alice asked, “Did those Kardashian wannabes bother you when I was in the bathroom?”

She was referring to the girls in the corner booth.

“Why’d you think so?” Y/N responded as she kept on walking.

“I saw them glaring at you when we left, and I almost stopped to throw a fist.” Alice swung her fist and frantically apologized to an annoyed pedestrian for almost hitting him.

“Well, they talked shit about me in the bathroom and didn’t know I was there.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve poured drinks on them like I did with Mandy.”

Y/N froze in her tracks, her eyes widened. “You did what with Mandy?”

“I heard her talk shit about you at her party so I poured vodka on her head.” Alice clasped both hands together in front of her chest. “Please don’t be mad at me.”

Y/N stared at her friend unblinkingly for a moment, and then crushed her in a fierce embrace. “You’re a good friend, Al. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Laughing, Alice clasped Y/N’s shoulders and pushed away from her. “You’re not going to cry, aren’t you?”

“No, you dick.” She brushed Alice’s hands off. “Lunch?”

“Sure. I’m starving.” With an arm around each other’s waist, they strolled down the busy pavement together.

After lunch in the Vietnamese restaurant right across from Y/N’s block, they ran into Blake outside. He was about to get into his car when he spotted Y/N and waved at her.

This was actually the first time she’d seen him in casual clothes. He always wore suits when he went to work, and workout clothes when he was at home. Today, he wore a black t-shirt with dark blue jeans, his hair uncombed, his smile wide. He looked almost five years younger. Almost like the ‘high school bad boy’ Blake that she remembered.

“Jesus, is that your ex-boyfriend slash neighbour?” Alice dropped her jaw as she fanned herself, and Y/N quickly swatted her on the arm.

Blake rested an arm on the roof of his car as a dimple appeared in his cheek. “Working on a Saturday, Miss Writer?”

“Working everyday, Mr Lawyer.”

Alice elbowed her gently while looking Blake up and down, so she had to add, “This is my friend Alice.”

“Nice to meet you, Alice. I’m Blake.”

Alice caught his hand with both of hers and shook it firmly. “Y/N has said a lot about you.”

“Has she?” Blake arched an eyebrow at Y/N, who scoffed and waved Alice’s comment away.

“Don’t believe her. She’s nuts.”

“Hey!”

Y/N ignored her friend and switched her attention to Blake’s car. He hated driving as much as she did, only because he preferred his motorcycle – which she assumed he’d left in the US – otherwise he would rather walk. And since he didn’t have to work on Saturdays, she took a guess that he was going out of town.

“Where are you going?”

“Holmes Chapel.”

His answer made her flinch. From what she’d heard, his parents didn’t live there anymore. So why would he go there?

“I’m visiting my grandma,” he said before she could ask. “You’ve met her a few times, remember?”

She nodded. His grandma used to love her. After they’d broken up, Y/N had even considered going to his grandma’s house every day so that Grandma Roman would grow attached to her and convince Blake to get back with her. Now she was glad teenage Y/N hadn’t had the nerves to do something so humiliating.

“Y/N, you’re going to Holmes Chapel tomorrow, right?”

Y/N shot Alice a disapproving glare before telling Blake, “Harry and I were gonna go together, but something came up and he had to go without me.”

Had to. Inner Y/N rolled her eyes at the words.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Blake said, but she waved it off.

“Don’t be. Tell your grandma I said hi, okay?”

“Okay. Good luck with your writing.”

Her response was simply a dissatisfied hum. Just thinking about spending another night alone in her flat with her laptop could almost make her go insane. She could go out tonight, but she’d feel guilty because she didn’t have a reason to not write another chapter. If she was surrounded by family and friends, however...

“Blake,” she said before he could get into his car. “Can I go with you?”

When Alice dropped her jaw and Blake’s eyes went wide, she continued, “I can sit in the back. I won’t bother you.”

She'd already braced herself for rejection, knowing how much Blake hated being in a car with other people during long drives, even when he was the passenger. He relished the feeling of an adrenaline rush while riding his motorcycle, and had often joked that he’d felt most alive when he might die. Being in a car confined him. So did the company of someone else. It’d been different when they’d been a couple but they weren’t anymore. Now she was just ‘someone else’ to him.

“Sure, I don’t mind.” He flashed a grin that deepened his dimple and caught her by surprise.

“You don’t have to. I don’t want to make you feel uncomf–”

“I don’t mind driving you, Y/N. Get in.” He patted the roof of his car, and Alice aimed a pointed glare at him as if she hadn’t sighed like a schoolgirl when they shook hands.

Although Y/N understood Alice’s concern and was well aware that she would be spending three hours in the car with her ex, going with him sounded like a better idea than taking a taxi.

She hadn’t sat behind the wheel since the accident and had only let Harry drive her around. But somehow she trusted Blake. She’d trusted him with most of her first times, and being in a relationship with him for two years had convinced her that he was a careful driver.

“Y/N!”

The solitary voice caught her by surprise. She whipped around to see Niall crossing the street and stalking toward her with a bubbly grin on his face.

“Is that Niall Horan?” Alice unconsciously dug her nail into Y/N's arm, and Y/N winced as she pulled away.

“What are you doing here, Niall?”

“I had a photoshoot in this area and I thought we should hang out. You know, since we’re officially friends now.” He raked his fingers through his hair and arched his mouth when he noticed Blake. “Hey, man.”

Blake only raised his palm, saying nothing.

“This is Alice,” Y/N said as she gripped Alice’s hard shoulders. “She’s a big fan of yours, so please be nice to her.”

"Nice to meet you," Niall said. "Alice is a pretty name."

When he took Alice's hand and pressed a kiss to it, Y/N thought her friend would just pass out right in front of them. Alice might be bold with Blake, Isaac, and even Harry, but facing Niall, she suddenly forgot how to speak. Which might be a good thing because she said crazy things when she was nervous, and Y/N couldn’t handle more crazy right now.

“I’m sorry, Niall. I’m actually leaving.”

“Oh, where are you going?”

“We’re going to Holmes Chapel,” Blake answered on her behalf, still leaning against his car. He didn’t seem frustrated that she and her friends were wasting his time, and she truly wondered why.

Niall turned back to her with an eyebrow raised. “Weren’t you going with Harry tomorrow?”

“Apparently not,” she huffed. “But don’t worry. I’ll text him to let him know.”

“I can give you a ride.”

Niall pointed to the black Audi parked on the other side of the street. A man in a black suit, buzzed head, twice her size, gave them a cold stare as Niall waved and smiled at him.

“That’s Barry. He’s cool.”

She took a surprised breath, considering Barry for a quick second. “I think I’ll be fine with Blake.”

She would have agreed to go with Niall in a heartbeat, if there was just Niall, and he was driving a less luxurious vehicle. She could already imagine how badly her body would ache when they arrived, as she wouldn’t dare to move a single muscle in his new car, especially when Barry was the one who drove it.

“Okay.” Niall gave a nonchalant shrug as he fished out his phone and made a quick call. “Hey, man.” He gave the scary man across the street a peace sign. “I’ll stay with my friend. You may leave now. Thanks, Barry.”

Y/N watched Niall’s bodyguard/chauffeur get into the shiny Audi, not knowing what to expect when Niall put his phone away and switched his attention back to her.

“Let’s go.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you mean?”

“I’m going with you,” he said with a smirk, “and Blake.”

“Can I come, too, please?” Alice interjected as she tugged Y/N’s arm. “I’ll be quiet as a mouse, you won’t even know I’m there.”

“I’m not the one who gets to decide here, Al,” Y/N grumbled.

“Alice and Niall can join us,” Blake interfered, at last. “The more the merrier.”

When Alice started bouncing like a kid in a sweet shop, he mouthed it’s okay to Y/N, and she responded with an apologetic twitch of her lips that was meant to be a smile. If he was only acting to be polite to her friends, she’d feel so shitty.

Blake opened the door on the passenger side for her, but Niall quickly got in and buckled his seatbelt. With a sigh, she joined Alice in the backseat. Something told her that this was going to be the longest three hours she had ever experienced.

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Gemma tightened her fingers around her phone. With one hand in her hair, she kept pacing back and forth in her hotel room, the beating of her heart accelerating with each ring. She hated phone calls. There was something so nerve-wracking about talking to someone and not knowing what their true reaction was. However, she knew Asher wouldn’t hold anything back.

When you’d been with someone for two years, you’d figure out their patterns. You could predict what they were going to say or do in a certain situation. And she wished it hadn’t been the case this time as what she was expecting was pretty awful.

She’d always considered Asher’s bad temper a minor flaw, but it hadn’t been easy lately. His business was going down. His dad had decided to stop pouring money into his failed ventures, which was why he’d been spending so much time with his family. He wanted to be on his father’s good side while sweet-talking his mother into helping him.

He was a mama’s boy, like Harry. The only difference was that Harry genuinely loved his family and would never blame Gemma for his own mistakes. Asher, on the other hand, took his exasperation out on her, making her feel like she’d been the cause of all of the bad things that’d happened to him in the last couple of months. She’d been walking on eggshells around him, well aware of how toxic that was, but the idea of ending a two-year relationship was too intimidating.

The ringing abruptly stopped. And so did she.

“Yes?” Asher spoke. He hadn’t heard from her in two days, and that was all she got from him. Yes?

“I have to tell you something,” she said anyway, trying to sound more composed than she looked. Perhaps a phone call was a good idea after all.

“I also have something to tell you. Can I go first?”

“Sure.” As much as she wanted to get this off her chest, the more she delayed, the more time there was to prepare herself for his reaction. She’d never seen anyone confess to their partner that they’d cheated and receive instant forgiveness, not even in movies. It definitely wouldn’t be the case for her and Asher.

“I think we should take a break.”

Her brain slowed down, unable to process that information. Her mouth opened and shut a few times like a goldfish until she could speak. “What do you mean?”

She knew exactly what a break meant. She just couldn’t bring herself to believe he’d actually proposed it, at least not before she told him about the kiss.

“I want us to stop seeing each other for a while.”

“We haven’t seen each other in weeks, Ash.”

“Come on, Gem, you know this is inevitable. We’ve been fighting constantly.” Yes. Because of him. “And I can’t remember the last time we had sex.”

“So you’re suggesting that we take a break so you could fuck other people?”

A long stretch of silence followed her question. Waves of anger splashed over her as she gripped the phone so tightly her knuckles turned white. She couldn’t believe she’d been so scared to tell him the truth, and then he’d proposed something like this without any sign of guilt.

“We both need this, Gem.”

“You’re right. We do,” she said despite the lump in her throat. “Goodbye, Ash.”

She ended the call before he could say another word and rushed to open the window. She needed some fresh air, otherwise, she might throw up.

Gripping the sides of the window frame, she took in a sharp breath. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a familiar Prius parked in front of the building. It looked like the one in Harry’s car collection, but wasn’t he in Holmes Chapel right now?

She’d gotten her answer as soon as the door was opened, and Isaac stepped out, phone in his hand. When he brought it up to his ear, her phone started buzzing, and she instantly grabbed it and tapped answer.

“Hello?”

“I’m here. Let’s go,” he said.

“What?”

“I’m driving you, remember?”

“Driving me where?”

“To Holmes Chapel.” His soft laugh melted the coldness remaining in her heart from the phone call with Asher. After an awkward pause, he said, “Oh shit, didn’t Harry tell you? He asked me to pick you up.”

She shook her head even though he couldn’t see. “I said I’d take the train.”

“You don’t have to. Your mum asked me to come for dinner and I just needed a reason to get out of town.”

Something told her Harry hadn’t asked him to pick her up, and she hated how good that made her feel.

When the thought of Asher crossed her mind, she snapped out of her fantasy. This wasn’t right. She was a hypocrite for being angry at Asher and then having butterflies thinking about her brother’s best friend. Clearly she wasn’t going to sit in a car with Isaac for three hours after what she’d done.

“Come on, Gem. We don’t have to talk about it.”

It.

He couldn’t even say the word. Her kiss must have disgusted him. She’d forced herself on him, and he was still nice enough to offer to drive her. He was only doing this because he was nice, because he was Isaac, not because he had feelings for her. Why would she want him to have feelings for her, anyway? She was still with Asher. Kind of. And she would eventually have to tell him that she’d cheated on him and then beg for his forgiveness.

Now that she thought about it, she believed she deserved this. She needed to start acting like a grown woman and dared to face what she’d done.

“Okay, give me a minute,” she told Isaac.

“All right.” A grin could be heard in his voice before the call disconnected. She sighed roughly, tucked her phone into the pocket of her jeans as she gathered essential things and quickly headed out.

When Isaac saw her walk toward him from the building, his first instinct was to shove his hands in the pockets of his trench coat, giving her a smile so courteous that it made her skin crawl. He loved giving and receiving hugs, but he didn’t do it with her anymore because she’d crossed the line.

He opened the door on the passenger side for her, and she got into his car, buckled her seatbelt as he got behind the wheel. The door was closed, muffling the traffic noise, and she could hear the pulse in her throat loud and clear.

She had to say something.

“What happened to the Range Rover?”

“Oh, this one’s Harry’s,” he said, his voice casual as he started the engine and drove back onto the street. “He lent it to Emilia so she could go to a movie audition. She asked me to return it.”

The nervousness was washed away by irritation as her face screwed up. “He lends her his cars now? Harry is anal about letting people drive his babies.”

“He did lend it to her. I asked him,” Isaac said with a shrug. “He said she’s basically family now.”

“I need to slap him when I see his stupid face.”

“And I need to watch that. Maybe film it, too,” he chuckled, eyes on the road.

She allowed a goofy smile to play on her lips, which vanished as she started to analyse what he’d said. “Did you meet Emilia today?”

“We did a photoshoot. She’s my new model.”

“Oh,” she said, unsure how she wanted that one word to sound.

Before she could dwell on the idea of him and Emilia, he broke the silence. “Harry said you’d asked him to go alone, but then you changed your mind. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” She tucked a strand behind her ear, fighting the urge to look at the side of his face as they talked. “I wanted him to fix the mess that he’d started, but then I realised he was an idiot and would most likely mess things up even more.”

That wasn’t the reason. Harry was no longer the careless kid who randomly brought up Winton and made their mum cry without knowing it. He was an adult and would figure out a sensible way to talk to their mum about Winton and Emilia. So why did Gemma insist on going home?

It took a moment’s thought for her to realise she’d done this out of guilt, and maybe desperation, too. She felt bad about forcing her brother to do the hard work, and at the same time, needed the safety of her family to escape from the stress her relationship had put upon her. She wished she could tell Isaac everything, but she didn’t want to make this trip about her.

“Are you mad at me?” His question brought her back to reality. Only then did she realise they had left the city and were heading onto a country road between large green fields. “Gem, are you mad at me?”

Her heart skipped a beat as she began to fidget with her handbag on her lap. He’d promised that they wouldn’t talk about the kiss. Did he lie to get her into this car?

“No, I’m not.” She winced at how forceful that sounded.

“Are you sure?”

“You said we didn’t have to talk about it,” she snapped and stiffened in her seat when he darted a quick glance her way before focusing on the road again.

He swallowed once. “I just don’t want us to be awkward with each other, Gem.”

“You’re right.” She lowered her face and scratched the tip of her nose. “I’m sorry for what I did. I wasn’t thinking.”

“I know why you did it.”

He did?

“You had a fight with your boyfriend and you were confused, right?”

“No, I–” She paused, feeling overwrought. “Why aren’t you upset? You should be angry at me.”

“No, I shouldn’t.”

“Yes, you should!” She almost turned and sat upright if it wasn’t for the seatbelt holding her back. “I kissed you when you didn’t want to be kissed. You should be angry.”

“Gemma,” the sound of her name vibrated with his warm laughter, and she felt her body melting into the leather seat. “I kissed you back, so I’m equally guilty here.”

Had he kissed her back? She couldn’t recall. The comforting scent of his cologne accompanied by the shock and guilt must have dulled her senses. But if he had kissed her back, did it mean he’d wanted her, too?

“Don’t worry,” he said after stealing another glance at her. “I know you’re in a long-term relationship. And I don’t want to mess it up, so let’s pretend it never happened. I think you weren’t aware that you were kissing me. I mean, someone like you would never kiss me.”

“Someone like me?” Her gaze jumped to the side of his face. “What does that mean?”

Thinking she was offended, he awkwardly explained, “That...that was meant to be a compliment. You’re a strong and independent woman. You’re smart, beautiful, funny–”

“Pull over,” she said, her heart pounding in her ears.

A glimpse of horror crossed his face as he faltered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“Pull over, Isaac.” Her voice was strained, her eyes intense. The car reached a standstill on the side of the road, and her mind was spiralling out of control as she unbuckled her seatbelt and launched herself across the gearshift. She was on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck.

His body was stiff as a board when he dropped his gaze to her mouth, making her wonder if he’d been thinking about her since they’d kissed. She knew she had. The memory made her lips tingle as if he’d kissed them again. She wanted him to kiss them again.

They brought their mouths together at the same time. His hands claimed her face to deepen the kiss, and euphoria shocked through her system as she kissed him harder. She fisted the fabric at his chest, pulling him closer while his hands swept down her back, squeezing her hips. In that moment, when they were alone on the empty road surrounded by windy green fields, something that was meant to be wrong, felt like the rightest thing she had ever done.

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Harry had been waiting on the porch since he’d gotten the text message from Y/N. His mum had told him to wait inside, but watching the street somehow made time fly faster. Or so he hoped.

He rested his elbows on his knees, face between his palms, unconsciously tapping his right foot. He did deserve this. He’d blindsided her and now she was making him pay by going home with her ex. Fuck that lawyer kid. Who did he think he was? If there hadn’t been Niall and Alice, Harry would have driven all the way back to London to pick her up.

Twenty minutes felt like two hours as he waited, and when he spotted a car from a distance, he immediately bounced onto his feet. But it was Isaac and Gemma in his black Prius, not his Bambi.

“Wow, aren’t you excited to see me?” Gemma sneered as she stepped out of the vehicle and walked towards him.

Isaac greeted Harry with a hug, and Harry pulled away and nodded his head toward Gemma. “You didn’t have to drive her, you know. I could’ve picked her up at the station.”

Silent, Gemma thinned her lips as Isaac rubbed the back of his head. Why were they acting so awkward? Had Harry said something wrong?

“I know what’s going on here.” Harry put his hands on his hips and narrowed his eyes at both of them. “You’re mad at me for lending Emi my car.”

Gemma’s shoulders dipped as she let out a sigh. “Even that name irritates me.”

“Oh, come on, Gem.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to his chest, but she pushed him away. “That one is my least favourite,” he said, pointing to the Prius.

A corner of her lips quirked up as she brushed past him. “And you’re my least favourite person.”

Isaac tossed him the key and followed her, but before they made it to the porch, another car entered their street. Harry’s Bambi was here.

“My Bambi’s here!” he squealed like a little kid, making Gemma snort.

“Wait, Smiley’s here?”

“It’s weird that you still call her that, but yeah, Niall’s here, too,” he told Isaac and stalked toward the car which had pulled over in front of his house.

Niall got out first, stretching his limbs before pulling Harry in for an embrace. “You owed me, Harold.”

“I know. Thanks, mate.” Harry let go of Niall to hug Alice. “Didn’t know you were coming.”

“I didn’t either, but here I am. Lovely neighbourhood!” Alice lifted her shoulders as she adjusted the strap of her bag and then lowered her voice to almost a whisper, “Niall’s single, right?”

“Al! What are you whispering about?”

Harry’s gaze jumped to Y/N, who had finished saying goodbye to Blake. When Blake saw him, the kid raised a palm and a smile which looked fake as hell, but Harry managed to keep his calm and returned one just as plastic.

Y/N walked around the car and threw herself into Harry’s arms, holding his face and kissing his lips. He held her flat against him as he kissed her harder. He could hear Niall making a gagging noise, but he didn’t care as long as he got to rub this in Blake’s face. Because he was as mature as a nine-year-old, and he was fine with it.

“Stop eating her face, pervert.”

Gemma’s comment broke him and Y/N apart. He flipped his sister off and, with a smug look on his face, watched Blake’s car drive ahead and disappear at the end of the road. A swat on the chest made his eyes jump back to Y/N.

“You’re in so much trouble, Harry.” Her nose wrinkled, and he wondered if she knew how cute she looked when she made that face. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her forehead when Gemma took their friends into the house.

“I’m sorry, babe. Why didn’t you text me sooner?” he said with a pout. “You waited until you were almost here to tell me you were coming.” With fucking Blake.

“Well, I knew you were going to wait on the porch. Couldn’t make you wait for three hours.”

His heart fluttered as he pressed a kiss to her temple. “You know me so well, kid.”

“I’m still pretty mad at you,” she said. “But I do have a lot to tell you about.”

“About your book?”

She smiled and nodded. He released a relieved sigh as he brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. “I was afraid that you’d be mad at me. The clip and everything.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “Would you prefer that I’m mad at you?”

“No.” He shook his head and pecked her lips then either corner of it. “I’m a bad boyfriend. I should’ve driven you, not your stupid ex. Thank God for Niall and Alice.”

“Niall was even worse than you,” she giggled.

He nuzzled her neck, tilting her head up to press a series of kisses to her jaw. When his hands swept from her back to her spine, she snatched his wrists and pinned them to his chest. The way she arched an eyebrow and clicked her tongue made his cock swell against the fly of his pants. When her pupils dilated, he knew she felt it, but she didn’t acknowledge it and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips before pulling away.

“I have to say hi to Marcy and Dad. I’ll come over later, kay?”

“Tell them to join us for dinner.” He tugged her arm, not letting her go just yet. “Bradford and I can bond over our hatred for Blake. It’ll be fun.”

“I’m sure he’d love to come, consider how much he loves Isaac.”

“Damn it,” he cursed when she burst out laughing and cupped his face to kiss him twice on the cheeks. With a lovesick smile, he watched her pad across her front yard and waited until she’d gone into her house to finally return to his.

His mother was so happy to have so many guests that night. She’d cooked a big meal for everyone. Even Bradford and Marcy came to join them. Just like Harry’s promise, he and Bradford had bonded over their same intense dislike for Blake Roman. Y/N had to stuff their mouths with spaghetti so they would stop talking. Alice had won Niall over with her review about the first book she’d read in her life, and now Niall was reading the first book in his life. Weird, but cute.

What was even weirder, however, was to see his sister being so close with Isaac. They’d been whispering back and forth the whole night, and not once did Gemma mention Asher. Harry didn’t like Asher that much so he didn’t mind, and it was good to see Gemma happy again. He hadn’t seen her smile that big before. His mum, too.

His heart sank to the bottom of his chest as he remembered the reason they were all here. He had to tell his mum about Winton.

She would be so disappointed. She might even cry. And this dinner, all of these jokes, all this laughter would mean nothing when she heard about Winton and Emilia. Harry hated to be the reason the women he loved cry. But if he didn’t tell his mum, and she found out herself, he’d be the shittiest son in the world. This would hurt either way, one less than the other.

Dinner was over soon. While everyone gathered in the living room for a game, Harry and Gemma volunteered to clean up. Just like when they were kids, they did something wrong and volunteered to do the housework so the chance of them being forgiven would be higher. Harry knew what he’d done wrong. He didn’t know why Gemma was here.

“They’re playing Scrabble.”

The voice made him flinch before two arms wrapped around his waist, pulling her body toward his. Y/N tiptoed to kiss his neck, and he giggled like a little boy. Gemma gave them a funny look but didn’t say a word because she, and everyone else, was already used to their public affection.

“Let’s wait until tomorrow morning,” she told Harry, and his face screwed up.

“And ruin Mum’s entire Sunday?”

“Well, would you prefer that she stay up all night?”

“I agree with Gemma, baby.” Y/N tightened her grip around his waist, resting her cheek against his back. She felt so small pressed against him like this, and since he’d gone two days without fucking, the thought of holding her up against the wall and spreading her open with his arms beneath her knees was enough to turn his balls blue. He would make that fantasy a reality if Gemma weren’t here, and they weren’t one door away from the only group of people whose opinions about them mattered.

“Okay, tomorrow then,” he said and turned on the tap to wash his hands.

“Alice will sleep with me tonight,” Y/N said. “Niall or Isaac can use our guest room.”

“I’ll sacrifice Niall. Your guest room is shit, and I love Isaac a bit more than Niall.”

She pinched his side and he jumped, but her arms forced his body still.

“I’ll let Gemma pick then,” he said.

“What?” Gemma asked, distracted.

“Isaac and Niall,” he raised a smirk. “One will have to sleep in Y/N’s shitty guest room. One stays here with us.”

“It’s not shitty,” Y/N said in a protesting tone.

“Babe, I saw a rat the last time we had se—”

She smacked a hand over his mouth before he could finish the sentence. As Gemma rolled her eyes at them, he plucked Y/N’s fingers off his face and told his sister, “Go ahead. You pick.”

She opened her mouth. For a second, he thought she was going to answer, but then she released a huff and said, “I’m not doing this with you children.”

“Children?!” He dropped his jaw as she stalked out of the kitchen. Y/N dissolved into laughter as he spun around, took each of her arms and draped it over his shoulder.

A smile played on her lips, and she asked, “Do you wanna join them or go on a date with me?”

“Oooh, where is this date?”

“The cemetery.”

His face went blank for a second as she stifled a laugh. “Just kidding.” She pinched his cheeks. “I’m going to see my mum. You coming?”

“Why does it have to be now?”

“Are you coming or not?”

He was so whipped he would have gone without knowing it was the cemetery. “Fine. But if we see a ghost, I’m leaving you behind.”

She laughed and shoved him away, and they raced each other to the living room. They told everyone that they’d go out for a walk. And as he escorted her to the door, Niall and Alice started clapping and cheering, and Gemma tossed a pillow at Niall to get him to shut up.

There wasn’t a particular reason that Y/N had chosen to plan a cemetery visit at this hour. She simply enjoyed strolling around town in the night as much as Harry did. When he was a teenager, he used to bring one of his dates to the field behind his house, and they had taken long walks under the night sky and made out in his car afterward.

He’d thought it’d been the most romantic experience in his life, until two years ago, when they’d visited her mother’s grave together. That was when he’d realised the cemetery could be romantic. Everything turned romantic when he was with her.

So if she wanted to walk around a graveyard at one in the morning, he would blindly follow, no questions asked.

After finding a safe parking spot, they walked to the tall iron gate that looked like the set of a Hitchcock movie. No one had bothered to polish it since the last time they’d been here, and he guessed no one intended to anyway.

Just like the last time, she snuck through an opening in the fence to get into the cemetery, and he tagged after, his heart thumping loudly. They’d better get to share a cell if they got arrested for trespassing.

It was a little foggy at 1 AM. The air was cold and the grass was damp. They padded across a desolate lot and were careful not to get their shoes dipped into the mud. As they followed the brick pathway, he negotiated his way around the gravestones, trying to keep up because she was walking too fast, like a ghost. The thought made him shiver. Probably not the best comparison to make when they were literally in a cemetery.

After a five minute walk, they finally arrived. Her mother’s headstone stood erect, bathed in light spilt from the ashen moon. Seeing the fresh flowers on the grave, Harry assumed Bradford had just visited his wife today. Y/N had told Harry that her dad came here every week to trim the grass and clean the stone. It was nice how much things had changed since their last visit.

As she squatted down to rearrange the flowers, Harry spotted a newly dug grave nearby and pointed to it, grinning. “Your mum’s getting a new neighbour.”

Y/N put a finger to her lips and shushed him. “Don’t disrespect the dead! They’ll come for you tonight!”

He scoffed at the threat, but as a cold breeze whisked right through his clothes, he immediately cowered to her side, and she doubled over, almost choking on her own laughter.

After giving her mother updates on her book and his Oscar nomination, Y/N kissed her fingers, pressed them against the moonwashed stone and bid her mother goodbye. They followed the same path weaved around tombstones to go back to the opening between the fence. With a feeling of being watched, Harry kept looking behind him as he clung onto Y/N like she was his weapon.

“Don’t look back,” she said. “My mum is following us.”

The shadow of a smile on her lips almost got him running for his life. He swore he’d never do this with her again, knowing for a fact that he would, if she only asked.

Once they returned to their parking spot, they retrieved two cans of Coca-Cola from Y/N’s bag and lay on their backs on the bonnet of his car to watch the stars. His adrenaline from their stroll across the cemetery was finally washed away as he listened to her ranting about her new book.

He wasn’t a writer so he wasn’t qualified to give her any advice. He mostly just listened, and because he knew Y/N didn’t want people’s advice. She vent her frustrations to feel better for a while, and most likely would end up doing whatever felt right to her.

Soon the topic of work bored her out. She extended a hand toward the sky and closed her fingers around nothing as if she was grasping the stars.

“Have you read The Little Prince?”

The random question put a smile to his lips. “The book Alice and Niall couldn’t shut up about during dinner?”

“Yeah.”

He took her hand that was in the air and brought it to his mouth so he could kiss her knuckles. “I have. Why?”

“My mum read it to me when I was little,” she said. “I used to wish I’d lived on the little prince’s tiny planet. All you needed to do was move your chair a few steps and you could see the night sky whenever you liked. We could live in this same moment, over and over again.”

“And never grow older,” his voice softened, and she replied with a quiet hum.

“Wouldn’t that be great?”

He cocked his head to the side and met her softened gaze. But then a hint of worry washed out that dreamy haze, and a line appeared between her brows.

“Do you sometimes wish I was cooler?”

That was a big shift from the story of the little prince. Surprised, he squeezed her fingers gently. “What do you mean? You’re always cool.”

“I mean, cool like...like your friends cool.” She huffed in frustration as she didn’t know how to properly get her point across, but he’d already figured it out.

“You should’ve told me the clip still bothers you,” he said with a frown, and the way she pursed her lips confirmed his speculations. “Bambi…”

“We used to have a lot in common when we were kids.” Her bottom lips trembled as her breaths quickened. “Now our lives are so different. And I’m fine with it, and I know you are too because we love each other. But sometimes it feels like…” She stalled, and with no intention of finishing that sentence, dropped her gaze to her hand in his. “I wish I fit better in your life, so when people see us together they’d just accept it without questioning why.”

“Why do you care what they think, Bambi?”

She bit her bottom lip, thinking for a second. “I’m trying not to. It’s hard.”

A smile stretched his lips as he leaned in, stroked his thumb across her cheek and kissed her mouth lightly. Her lashes fluttered when he pulled away.

“The little prince has a flower, right?” he asked.

“Yes, he has a rose,” she said with a pensive expression. “The only one on his planet.”

He nodded once. “If I remember correctly, she’s a very beautiful flower. She shows off her thorns and puts on a superior attitude, but is actually a sensitive little thing and doesn’t like to expose her vulnerability.”

“Oh no, I’m the flower,” she gasped, making him chuckle.

He brushed her hair out of her face and went on, “When the prince comes to the earth, he finds himself in a garden with hundreds of roses, all as gorgeous as the one he loves.”

She continued for him, “But he still thinks his rose is unique and more important than all of the other roses together.”

“Yes.” He propped himself up on an elbow to lie on his side. “And why is that?”

“Because he loves her, and he knows she loves him, too,” she said while caressing his face with the back of her hand.

“That’s right.” He nodded again. “Most people think the prince is stupid for travelling from planet to planet for a rose, but he doesn’t care what they think. No matter where he is, he always thinks about his little flower. He fell in love with her when he was little and has spent his whole life watering and caring for her. Love comes from investing in other people, isn’t it?”

Her smile widened as she combed her fingers through his hair, and her cheeks bloomed with colours when she drew him in and kissed him deeply. He melted from the intensity of her lips as his hands smoothed down her arm, squeezed her behind, and pulled her as close as he could. The hardness of his body against her softness. Adrenaline coursed through his veins. The butterflies in his stomach. He was spiralling out of control.

“I’m crazy about you,” he muttered against her lips and threaded his fingers in her locks. “I don’t care how different we are. When I first said I love you, I promised I’d stay. So I’m yours as long as you still want me, Bambi.”

The corners of her eyes crinkled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled his cheek. “I want you forever. Can you handle that?”

He drew her closer, and their bodies came flush together. “Forever and ever, baby,” he said before kissing her again.

[drshojo]

The World, My Childhood And My Hero Academia: Vigilantes

Hello friends!  

Its Dr. Shojo coming at you with a post that will be divided into three parts!

Part One: The world as we know it! 

The world has changed a lot since we last connected. For starters, TOILET BOUND HANAKO KUN HAS NOT ONLY A PHYSICAL RELEASE BUT A GORGEOUS ANIME! And not only that, but MY NEXT LIFE AS A VILLAINESS: ALL ROUTES LEAD TO DOOM! IS GETTING AN ANIME AS WELL! The last time I wrote about Katerina there wasn’t even an official English translation of that long-ass light-novel-title. And now?

A WHOLE ANIME. A BISEXUAL HAREM AWAITS! I am JAZZED!

Do you think it’s my fault? No matter, I’ll take all the credit. All the manga I talk about are getting anime adaptations. I’LL DO MY DUTY AND TALK ABOUT SOME MORE!

But first. Let us address the Covid-19 shaped elephant in the room

I deeply regret that it took a whole-ass pandemic to get me back to writing. In my defense, I bought an iPad and started drawing like 900 kokichi oumas. I was really busy with that. And then I started reading fanfiction. Then that got me thinking about how fanfiction such an interesting look into how people interpret fandom, use it for wish fulfillment and escapism, and good god is everyone OK cause that bulimia fan fic was super detailed....and I am officially on a tangent. Off track. Ahem.

We are all staying inside a whole lot more which means y’all probably need some reading material and Dr. Shojo has your back! Go read “Horimiya”! It’s amazing! Ahhhh, my work here is done! I'm serious, if you’re here for a Shojo rec, that’s it! There's also like 8 million more Otome Isekais to check out now. It’s like they’re multiplying like rabbits..............

As a Doctor, I must advise you to stay inside and read some manga and practice social distancing. Embrace your inner hikikomori. 

Allright? All good? Okay now one final disclaimer:

This post is going to be talking about something a little different than usual and I want to start by giving you some context about who Dr. Shojo is in real life. 

Part Two: Dr. Shojo Exposed 

You see, when I was little I was obsessed with Japanese media. This doesn't surprise you at all I can tell. Probably because I walk around calling myself Dr. Shojo and shout about manga that you should read.

Anyways, the reason why I was obsessed wasn’t because of the big eyes or the spikey hair or the interesting new culture. It was because it tended to have more character development and overarching plotlines than the media I was used to in Canada. Dexter’s Lab, Magic School Bus, pretty much everything I saw on TV was episodic in nature, so imagine how much my mind was blown when I saw Naruto and Card Captor Sakura, heck, even Pokémon had the Indigo Plateau! Here were kids that were learning more and more each day and got to see enemies become friends and vice versa. They lived and grew older just like me. Except they were cooler than me. And had more interesting lives than me. I gotta tell you, I was so sad when I was 12 and Kero didn’t tell me I had latent magical powers. But there was magic in my life and it was the magic of a complex narrative story. And not only that, it had a sense of movement and had cool costumes. I was hooked immediately.

Also, fun fact, at that age I happened to be a complete and utter tomboy! I loved pretending to fight my friends in the playground and was really worried that puberty would ruin my life because being a girl sounded so CUMBERSOME.

Which leads me up to my confession. Before I became Dr. Shojo, I was in fact......Dr. Shonen.

Bleach? Naruto? One Piece? I've read every single chapter there is.  

Hundreds of hours of watching fight sequences. Another fun fact, I only got into shojo because my aunt bought me volume 7 and 8 of Fruits Basket thinking “all mangas like the same right? Kids love comics?” It’s a tribute to how episodic western media was back then that she thought buying volume SEVEN and EIGHT was a REASONABLE PLACE TO START READING.

Now you might also say, Hey! Dr Shojo! Cardcaptors was a shojo! And you are right! but back then the anime was marketed to boys over here in the west and they actualy like, edited out episodes that they thought wouldn't interest boys?! Second fun fact, Once when I was in Grade 3 I was told I was not allowed to join a club under the stairs cause I was a girl and it was BOYS ONLY. The point of the club? To talk about how great Cardcaptors was! I Kid you not!

So anyways, your pall Dr. Shojo loves Shonen manga to this day!

The only reason I made this Dr. Shojo blog specifically about shojo is because, being a tomboy with no female friends, reading shojo manga was the first time I really thought about what it meant to be a girl and fall in love. And y i k e s. Shojo manga, like most media, fails miserably most of the time in displaying real world relationships. Or at least, it  doesn't prepare you for how disappointing everything can be. When I had my first kiss, I was thinking about how it didn’t feel at all like how I felt reading Zen and Shirayukis kiss in Akagame No Shirayuki Hime. Those were formative years, and shojo was one of the only places I saw romance being talked about for younger audiences. I liked reading romances where no one had any sexual experiences and were figuring out what love meant to them. But let’s shelve this topic for now.

The point is that gender roles are dumb and if you have an open mind there's a world of stories out there for you. Take this time inside to read something you wouldn’t normally. Critically think about the ways that the worlds you see in stories and how you experience the world differ. What are the messages a story is trying to tell you? And why do you like the stories you do? Reflect on how the stories you tell yourself color your view of the world. Even mindless entertainment leaves an impression on us. Anyways.

Whilst you're doing that, I'm going to absolutely lose my hecking mind over the Shonen Jump series MY HERO ACADEMIA: Vigilantes!

WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD!

Part Three: I downloaded the one month free trial of the Shonen Jump app and made you read all that, so I can tell you that today Dr. Shojo is going to rant about a spin-off of a shonen manga

THAT’S RIGHT, OF COURSE I READ HERO ACA AND YES I DID PICK UP THE SPIN OFF SERIES. SHONEN JUMP LETS YOU READ ALL THE NEW CHAPTERS FOR FREE ON THEIR APP. KIDS, IF YOU LIKE SHONEN AND YOU’RE PIRATING ON A SCANLATION SITE STILL GET OUT BECAUSE YOU DON’T NEED TO SEE THOSE WEIRD PLASTIC SURGERY AND DENTISTRY ADDS ANY MORE.

SHONEN IS HERE AND ITS LEGAL AND ITS FREE FOR YOU. GET OFF MANGA FOX OR MANGA ROCK OR WHATEVER THE KIDS ARE USING THESE DAYS.

OK, so by this point in the article you have learned two very important things about me: 1) I love Shonen manga and 2) I read a lot of fanfiction.

Specifically, I read an absolutely biblical amount of My Hero Academia fan fiction and let me tell you, A solid chunk of it is vigilante/ Deadpool / criminal with a heart of gold themed.

So when I saw Hero Aca had a spin off, and it was about vigilantes, I was NOT SURPRISED IN THE SLIGHTEST. Ao3 sure is powerful.

Now, if you will permit me a tangent in a post full of tangents—HOLY CRAP, THERE ARE TOO MANY VIGILANTE AUS. I CAN'T KEEP TRACK OF EM. IT’S THE ISEKAI PROBLEM ALL OVER AGAIN. I GET AN EMAIL A FIC HAS UPDATED AND I’M LIKE IS THIS THE FIC WHERE DEKU HAS AN ABUSIVE MOM OR THE ONE WHERE HE HAS SPLIT PERSONALITY DISORDER OR THE ONE WHERE HE’S VIGILANTES WITH HITOSHI. OH WAIT, nvm, it’s the one where deku has a healing quirk.

OH WAIT WHICH OF THE 6 DEKU WITH HEALING QUIRK VIGILATE AU FICS IS THIS ONE?! ARGH WHY DIDN’T I WRITE A DESCRIPTION IN THE BOOKMARK FOR THIS!

My gripes aside, there's a reason why there's such an abundance of vigilante story telling—

Deadpool made like an absolute buttload of money and people love sass and memes.

People have a desire for a story in which they see themselves. Or, how they think of themselves.They like a story about someone who maybe came from nothing. Someone who has less money, maybe someone who is unlucky and had some bad breaks. Someone who never learned they had magic, never got their Hogwarts letter, never saw Kero, someone who never got that God-level quirk from All Might. And if your on Ao3 They want someone who also has seen a lot of memes and kind of wants taco bell and is also questioning their sexuality a bit?

Enter our new hero VIGILANTE DEKU.  

But the cannon can't do this, cause hey, Deku is the chosen one. Albeit, chosen by All Might, He’s got his own thing to do. But how can we still cash in on a vigilante story?

And thus enter our New-New hero KOICHI HAIMAWARI—code name Nice Guy and then later The Crawler. True to his relatable roots. He’s just a dude in an hoodie who can go about as fast as a bike.

First off, I love Koichi. He wants to be a hero and fight crime, but most of the time he has to run away because at the end of the day he's just a dude.

He’s cute but not wildly good-looking, A bit of a nerd but not like an extreme okaku. He’s got a part time job and hates violence.

And this is where Koichi really shines—in every day stuff. He helps out wherever he can. Often, that just means listening to people complain and maybe helping his friends out with whatever they’re going through. He’s the kind of guy who smiles, not because he's especially brave, but because he just takes things one at a time and doesn't sweat the past. I think it’s really telling that he missed getting into hero high-school because he skipped the entrance exam to help someone. He’s the kind of person who lets us experience the superpower of human decency and empathy. And you know what? That’s something the world need desperately.  

This theme of human decency is really the driving force of Vigilantes—it’s a manga about how the laws are there for a reason but sometimes they unfairly impact the poor and vulnerable. It's about how a lot of criminals are just people who fell into bad social circles or on bad times. People have the capacity for cruelty and violence but that’s never all they are.  

Now, speaking of crime, the entirety of Hero Aca falls into some murky water when it comes to its evil doers. Much of the fandom has a huuuuuge problem with how much the franchise is willing to sweep under the rug in the name of redeeming their baddies. RE: people getting mad about forgiving Endeavor’s child abuse, or Bakugo’s suicide baiting. Or Mineta’s blatant sexual harassment.

But this theme is in Vigilantes even more than it ever was in the main series. To start off with, there’s this guy who tries to rape Pop Step early on, and the later he later winds up befriending everybody. It becomes a running gag that each new villain winds up befriending the other villain guys and then they all open a cat café together.

Using jobs as a way to lift people out of lives of crime is great and all but in the story there is no nuance or consequences for past wrong and well.....it feels very weird.  It's like Vigilantes plays at having an opinion about moral ambiguity and the complexity of human existence and then just.......lets everyone get along because who has time to get into all that. Make of that what you will but it sits weird for me personally.

Anyway, let's move on and talk about POP STEP our main girl!

I love pop stars and I love vigilantes and a guerrilla performer is defiantly a character I could get behind. And I think they do a good job with Pop. She is actually kind of shy, but has this secret edgy persona she puts on when she performs. She is every girl on tumbler in the early 2000s. I also looooove that they make her not that great a singer. SHE’S GOT PASSION AND CHARISMA and maybe not born talent but like why should that stop you! Talent can be earned through practice and this is a great lesson to show people.

Unfortunately, Pop is also a great example of everything wrong with romance in Shonen.

It’s established early on that Pop loves Koichi because she is the girl he rescued all those years ago and yada yada yikes we’ve heard this one before. Many times before.

Sure, it's fine that they’ve met before, but gosh am I sick of damsels in distress. It's like she can't love him just because she respects what a great guy he is in her life and in the community at large, no no, she just needs to be rescued on top of that. And LOLOLOL isn't it funny he never noticed she was a girl because she was a child with short hair?! Once he realizes she has boobs now they will for sure fall in love! That’s how love works!

She's just with him all the time—nothing romantic ever happens she just gets a little tsundere.

I am never ever going to believe Koichi likes Pop because he spends like sooooo much time with her and they never have like, a moment. The first time he considers her is when Makoto is like, ‘hey I would love to get together with you, but have you thought about if you are crushing on Pop’. (Also this entire plot point is suspect—she's arbitrarily falling for Koichi cause he.......is the protagonist?)  

Say what you will about shojo, they give you the emotional conversations, the moments where you think.....ahhh I can see why she is falling for him. They give you context! Shonen likes to just say HERE’S A GIRL YOUR AGE. YOU CAN DATE LATER WHEN THE ADVENTURE IS DONE.

Just when they might get together, Pop suddenly turns evilllllll. The evilllll beeeees made her eeeevilllll (and more sexy).

*Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh*

Because why on earth would they get together if Koichi didn’t get to rescue Pop one more time?

I’m tired. These troupes are tired. I’m sure you are too. HOWEVER! If your still with me, Let’s move into why I'm really writing this post. Let’s get to the part that got me screaming to my friends, who by the way, don’t even care bout Hero Aca….but listened anyways. May you all find nakama like these my friends.

Anyways,

HOLY FUCK ERASERHEAD’S ENTIRE BACK STORY IS IN THIS AROUND CHAPTER 60 AND IT IS WONDERFUL AND ABSOLUTLY HEARTBREAKING AND IS ONE OF THE BEST CHARACTER BACKSTORIES I HAVE EVER SEEN AND IS THE REASON WHY THIS SERIES IS A MUST-READ FOR MAIN SERIES FANS.

AND BY ALMIGHT.  

WHY. IS. IT HERE.  

I present to you my late night text messages to my friends

ALSO, AIZAWAS TEACHER IS PRINCE?!?!?!

AHEM, so as you can see, I kinda lost my shit.

And now, I would like to formally defend my claim that DESPITE HOW AMAZING IT WAS, ERASERHEAD’S BACKSTORY HAD NO BUISSNESS BEING IN THE VIGILANTES SPIN-OFF MANGA.

Eraserhead, aka Aizawa Shouta, is a side character who is working with the police on some crime stuff. He is not a main cast member in this spin off. He’s a guest character that fans of the main series will be like OH COOL. GRUMPY CAT MAN LIKES CATS ON HIS OFF HOURS TOO. LOVE THAT FOR HIM.

So, my imagine my absolute surprise when Aizawa runs into Koichi and the following happens:

It starts to rain, so, like in any good manga, this means some great FORCED BONDING TIME

Except no. It doesn't because rather than start talking, Aizawa JUST STARTS REMEMBERING—ABSOLUTLY SILENTLY TO HIS OWN PRIVETE SELF—HIS ENTIRE TRAGIC BACKSTORY.

AND THIS GOES ON FOR CHAPTERS.

THIS GOES ON LONGER THEN ARC ONE IT FEELS LIKE.

I LOVE IT, BUT KOICHI IS ABOUT TO JOIN ATSUSHI NAKAJIMA IN THE DUBIOUS CATEGORY OF “PROTAGONISTS THE SERIES FORGOT ABOUT IN LIEU OF COOLER SIDE CHARACTERS”.

AND LO IT HAS NO BEARING ON THE REST OF THE PLOT, CHARACTERS, OR STORY

What the ever-loving-just WHY?

WHY?

WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?

SURE, IT’S A COOL TIE-IN.

YES, OF COURSE I LOVED IT. I SHIP ERASER MIC, I DREW THIS FOR HECK’S SAKE:

AND YET I AM ANGRY.

I AM ANGRY BECAUSE MY FRIDAY WAS RUINED BECAUSE VIGILATES SUCKER PUNCHED ME WITH AN AMAZING STORY THAT REALLY WASN’T PLOT RELEVANT AND PROBABLY SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN THERE.  

IS THIS WHY THEY TOOK LIKE NEXT-TO-NO CARE WITH POPS ARC?!?

I mean its ongoing, so it’s too early to say but—

In conclusion—

Excuse me one more,

AIZAWA WAS TAUGHT BY PRINCE!?!??!?!?!?!? PURPLE RAIN PRINCE!?!??!?!?!? WHAT!??!?!?!

It’s so ABSURD that I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT IT. I HAD TO WRITE PARAGRAPHS TO JUSTIFY YELLING ABOUT THIS ONE THING. WHAT THE ABSOLUTE—

Ahem,

Anyways, I hope you liked this weird rant/personal-story/random-diatribe in three parts.

If you’re reading this, thank you, stay safe, and I’ll be back with more shojo manga next time.  

Ciao!

Dr. Shojo

(aka Dr. Shonen)

[domesticated-feral]

Steo Week 2020, Day 1

Title: Sorry about the puking, but where are my jeans?

Prompt: “So, we meet again,” Rating: Teen Warnings: Drinking, almost getting drugged, vomiting. WC: 3036

You can also read it on my AO3

Summary:

“You seriously don’t remember?” He asks. “I don’t remember anything from last night,” Stiles said. The man turns around and Stiles gawks as he realizes that it was Theo Raeken. “You had that same face when you saw me last night,” Theo said.

or

Stiles drinks one too many drinks and Theo is just a bartender whose shift ended early.

~

Stiles was back in Beacon Hills for summer break. Usually, he’d be psyched to be back, but the summer started with his boyfriend of 2 years breaking up with him. He still had the mood of crawling in bed and downing a whole season of the Office along with a pint of vanilla ice cream, yet he took the grueling 26-hour drive back on his jeep.

This summer break, the rest of the pack was mostly staying back instead of coming back to Beacon Hills, they wanted to explore more of the surrounding area where they were studying. Being alone was alright, but the evening was going on forever. He was idly scrolling on his phone when his best friend, Scott called.

“Hey, Scotty, what’s up?” Stiles asks.

‘Just calling to check up on my best friend who’s going through a break-up. How are you doing?’

“I’m doing great-” Stiles dryly chuckles-“Yeah, life’s just peaches at the moment.”

‘If I were back in Beacon Hills, I’d get you drunk, just like you tried to get me drunk back when we were 16.’

Stiles laughs remembering that night, “yeah, and you couldn’t get drunk cause you’re a werewolf.”

‘Yep, speaking of, why don’t you go to a bar, get a few drinks tonight, celebrate being a bachelor again, maybe find someone new?’

“Eh, I got nothin’ better to do, so maybe.”

‘Alright, anyways, Malia’s calling me, so talk to you later?’

“Sure, sure, bye Scott,” Stiles said, ending the call.

Stiles takes Scott’s idea of celebrating his new-found freedom with a couple of drinks. He takes his jacket and keys which were on the dining table and he heads out.

It was 6 in the evening and the clubs would be open, but mainly empty as the night hadn’t started yet.

Driving up to Nine Lives Nightclub, a newly opened gay bar in Beacon Hills, he parks his jeep close to the bar, that he wouldn’t have been able to do if he came an hour later. He decided to head to the nearby park to waste time there until sundown.

He sits down on a bench and takes his phone out. He had received 30 text messages from his ex, after 2 weeks of breaking up, he wants to apologize and to get back together.

‘I miss you, I was wrong, can we get back together? It was a huge mistake, I did the wrong thing, blah blah blah,’ Stiles read in his mind.

He wasn’t completely over the breakup, but he was at a point where he wanted to get himself together and forget about it all. Stiles already gave him a chance, it was his fault that he ruined it by running off to someone else.

He turns his phone off and stuffs it in his jacket pocket. He can deal with it later. Or never, actually. The evening sun glowed as it inched closer to the horizon, the clouds ranging from yellow to red to a deep purple. In a while, the sun will set, and the night will begin. A night to celebrate his status of being a bachelor, of how he can meet the love of his life any second now.

‘Hell Yeah!’ he thought as he psyched himself up for the night.

With the sun setting, people were going to line up and Stiles wanted to get in before the line got too long, so he walked out of the park and up to the club entrance.

“I.D, please,” the bouncer asks, holding his hand out.

“Nice of you to think of me as underage,” Stiles sarcastically mutters whilst taking his I.D out of his wallet.

He hands it to the bouncer who looks at it for a few and gives it back as he nods. Stiles smiles and walks in the club, putting his I.D back in his wallet. The club had a few people, the DJ was playing some slow chill beats and Stiles headed to the bar to get a starting drink.

“What can I get you for tonight?” the bartender asks.

“Beer, whatever brand is on tap,” Stiles ordered, sitting down.

The bartender nods and pours a pint glass of beer. He puts it on a counter and slides it over to Stiles.

“3 dollars, 50 cents,” the bartenders told Stiles.

“Put it on my tab,” Stiles said.

He drinks it, mainly chugging through the whole pint. “Another pint, please,” he said, sliding the glass to the bartender.

They refill the glass and slide it back over at Stiles. He drinks it, and doesn’t order another one, he turns around to face the dancefloor and seatings. People were coming in and the disco lights were on, creating patterns that were almost hypnotizing if anyone paid attention to them.

He looks at his watch, about 15 minutes to 8. The club was getting packed by the minute. People were mostly getting their drinks, but to dance thy must be drunk.

“A beer, please,” He tells the bartender who nods and goes to get a glass.

After a while, they come and give Stiles the beer which he chugs down. ‘Why just stop at beer, let’s do some shots!’ Stiles tells himself.

“5 shots of whiskey,” He tells the bartender.

Five shot glasses full of whiskey are placed in front of him a while later. Without any hesitance, Stiles downs shot after shot.

It was 8 now, and the club was raring, music blasting through the speakers, people getting drunk and dancing, some people kissing away at either a loved one or drunk stranger.

Stiles stands up, stumbling as his leg is asleep. He shakes it and goes to sit at one of the empty couch seats on the side of the club.

He finds one in a nice area where he can see the bar and the dancefloor. As he sits alone, two hands come from behind and touch his shoulders. They move and sit down close to Stiles.

“Hey,” The girl said, pushing her chest forward as she leaned towards Stiles.

“Oh, hey, oh wow,” Stiles said, and boy was he trying real hard not to look down.

“You want to do some shots? With me?” she asks, inching closer to Stiles.

“S-sure!” He stuttered.

She calls up a waitress and asks for 10 Jager bombs. She brings it up and puts them in front of Stiles and the girl.

Stiles quickly drinks shot after shot after shot, he was getting fired up and quite tipsy.

“Fuck Yeah!” He yells excitedly.

“Here, drink some more, handsome,” She said as she had ordered tequila shots whilst he was downing the Jager bombs.

Stiles takes a shot and empties 5 shots of tequila in 10 seconds. He suddenly feels the need to go to the toilet.

“I will be right back, gotta take a pisss,” he drunkenly said, elongating the ‘s’.

He stumbles his way to the toilet, slightly dancing to the music. He walks in and does his business trying his hardest not to aim outside the toilet. He flushes the toilet and washes his hands.

Sitting back down at the seating, the woman hands him a drink. It looked fizzy, probably sprite with vodka or something.

“I ordered a vodka sprite for you while you were gone,” she said, as he took the glass from her hand.

“Oh, nice, thanks!” Stiles said.

He was about to drink the whole drink when someone quickly comes up and grips on his wrist.

“What the hell?!” Stiles yells at the man since the man’s surprise iron grip made the glass tilt and spill the drink on his jeans.

“Hey! Why’d you do that?” the girl said.

Stiles takes a closer look at who was holding his wrist and recognizes him as a familiar face.

“Theodore Raeken?!” Stiles said to the man.

“Can you leave us alone?” the girl asks Theo.

“Sorry, hon, security is on their way to you,” Theo said to the girl.

“Am I- hic- arrested?” Stiles asks.

“Not you,” Theo said, taking the glass Stiles was holding.

“But I did nothing wrong!” the girl whined.

“I saw you drugging the vodka sprite, so did the cameras,” Theo said.

Two big bouncers came and took her away. She tried to fight, but they easily picked her up and took her out of the club.

“C’mon, get up,” Theo said, pulling him to his feet.

Stiles was too drunk to walk in a straight line so Theo had to lead and somewhat carry Stiles out to the back alley where the employee’s entrance and parking were.

Theo lets him sit down on the concrete, leaning against the dumpster.

“Stiles, how drunk are you?” Theo asks.

“I’m drunk- hic- like a skunk,” Stiles said.

“Stay right there, you need water and something to eat,” Theo said, walking back in the club.

Stiles looked around, his vision was doubled and blurry. He laughed at how distorted everything around him looked.

Theo walks back out and hands him a water bottle and a packet of Doritos. “Let’s just hope you sober up enough to drive home,” he said.

Stiles tried to open up the chip packet but his blurred vision and trembling hands didn’t help at all.

“Damn you, Dori- hic- tos chip packet!” Stiles said, chucking it to the floor.

Theo sighs, “I’ll have to help you, don’t I?”

He squats down near Stiles and opens the chip packet for Stiles. He opens the water bottle as well, knowing that Stiles won’t be able to open it.

“Try not to spill everywhere,” Theo said, handing the water bottle.

Stiles tried to drink water, but he missed his aim and spilled water on himself.

“You are definitely not going to sober up tonight without sleep,” Theo remarks.

Stiles finishes the Doritos packet and drinks water, spilling most of it as he tried to. Theo pulls Stiles up and walks him to his car. He puts Stiles in the passenger seat and puts the seatbelt on him.

“We going to Mcdonalds?” Stiles mumbles.

Theo gets in the car and drives them up to Stiles’ house.

“Isn’t that my house? I thought we were going to Mcdonalds,” Stiles whines.

“You are going to get a horrible hangover tomorrow, but first you need to sleep,” Theo said getting out of the car and letting Stiles out as well.

Stiles takes his keys out but passes out before he stuck the house key in the keyhole. Theo sighs and tries knocking on the door, hoping the Sheriff would open.

It was late, either the sheriff was asleep or not at home. This is not how Theo planned to spend the only night he ended his shift early. He wanted to leave Stiles’ passed out self on the porch, but he also didn’t want to.

He drags Stiles back to the car and drives to his small apartment. He carries Stiles to the couch and lies him down. Stiles coughs in his sleep and turns over, leaning his head out the couch, he does the ultimate worst. He pukes every single drink he drank before out in the middle of Theo’s apartment.

“Fuck,” Theo mutters as Stiles goes back to sleep.

He cleans it, spraying a ton of Febreze on the floor. He had enough, tonight and went to his room to sleep.

-

It was morning, Stiles knows that because he got woken up by the sun shining on his face, blinding his eyes the moment he opened them. His head pounded and his stomach felt like it was tied into a Gordian Knot.

He hears the curtains close shut, and the sizzle of an egg being poured on to a frying pan. He slowly opened his eyes and this was not his room at all.

“Where am I?” Stiles mumbles to himself, trying to get up.

“Yeah, don’t stand up, just yet,” A familiar voice said whilst he was sat up.

The movement of sitting up sent a huge pang of pain through his head. It was like he was getting pounded by a jackhammer. He holds his head as he grunts in pain.

After a while, the pain goes away and he looks over at the man who was making eggs.

“Who are you?” Stiles asks.

“You seriously don’t remember?” He asks.

“I don’t remember anything from last night,” Stiles said.

The man turns around and Stiles gawks as he realizes that it was Theo Raeken.

“You had that same face when you saw me last night,” Theo said.

Theo was shirtless, wearing a pair of basketball shorts while Stiles was only wearing his shirt and boxers. His jacket was on the floor and his jeans were nowhere to be found.

“Did we fuck last night?” Stiles asks.

“No, last night, you got drunk as hell and you were almost drugged and I took you home but then your home was locked and you passed out before you put the key in the keyhole so I brought you here where you puked on my apartment floor,” Theo recaps the night’s events for Stiles.

“Sorry about the puking, but where are my jeans?” Stiles asks.

“Well, when I tried stopping you from drinking the drugged vodka sprite, it spilled on to your jeans and I’m trying to clean the stain out of it, it’s drying in the bathroom,” Theo said, turning around to tend to his omelet.

“You usually wouldn’t do that, or so I assume,” Stiles said, “do you have a painkiller around here?”

“Painkillers can temporarily help the hangover but don’t really help with getting rid of a hangover, here eat an omelet, I might have some apples or bananas in the fridge,” Theo said, sliding the omelet onto a plate.

“So what were you doing at a gay bar?” Stiles asked slowly getting up and walking to the dining table.

“I work there as a bartender,” Theo said, putting a plate with an omelet and a banana in front of Stiles.

“I thought Nine Lives has a full LGBT+ staff?” Stiles asked.

“Well, I’m asexual, so I think I qualify,” Theo said.

“Huh, you sort of always had that vibe,” Stiles mumbled, eating a piece of the omelet.

“Now, eat up, I’ll drive you to the club so you can drive your jeep back. I’m going to get changed.” Theo said, walking into his room and closing the door.

Stiles finishes his omelet and banana, putting the plate in the sink and the banana peel in the dustbin. He felt naked and vulnerable without any jeans, so he had to wait until Theo came out of the room so he could get his jeans.

Stiles being Stiles feels the strong urge to rummage through Theo’s stuff. He might still be doing something sketchy.

‘After all these years? Stiles, you’ve changed and probably Theo did too,’ He scolded himself.

He sits back down on the couch and looks around the small apartment. The living room was mostly empty, with only a couch, a desk, and a chair. It was connected to the kitchen which was also quite petite and had a two-person dining table.

“Your jeans are not dry, so here’s a pair of mine to wear and your jeans are in this plastic bag,” he said, throwing his jeans at Stiles.

Stiles was slightly taken aback by Theo, but he quickly wears the jeans he gave.

Theo was already outside waiting for Stiles to walk out so he could lock the door. They walk down the hallways and Stiles feels awkward walking since he was wearing jeans that were a size smaller.

“The jeans bring out your ass,” Theo remarks.

“I guess I should start wearing jeans a size smaller,” Stiles said tying his jacket sleeves around his waist covering his behind.

“So, why were you at the bar, drinking drink after a drink?” Theo asks as they both get in the car.

“Recently my boyfriend of 2 years broke up with me, so I wanted to forget about it for one night by drinking, then I got carried away with the drinks,” Stiles said.

“I’m sorry that you two got broken up, I probably won’t ever relate, being an ace and all,” Theo mutters, “but, if it makes you feel any better, I tried my hand at flirting and got a glass of water splashed on me once.”

Stiles laughs, but the laughing was cut short because of the headache.

“Well, with me, you won’t have to flirt, assume I’m already attracted to you. Until denied that is.” Stiles said.

“Are you?” Theo asks.

“Am I what?” Stiles asks.

“Attracted to me?” Theo elaborates.

“How can I not? First of all, you look hot as hell, and secondly, I’m a raging bisexual who loves hot bods.” Stiles said.

“Oh, wow, okay, thanks?” Theo says.

“You’re very welcome, Theodore,” Stiles said.

Theo rolls his eyes as he pulls up the Stilinski house driveway. He turns to face Stiles and is met with a surprise collision of lips. Stiles quickly pulls back with eyes as wide as an owl.

“Theo, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Stiles said but was cut off by Theo.

“No, it’s fine, you’re a ‘raging bisexual’ who is attracted to me,” Theo said, “I’m flattered by the way.”

Stiles blushes and nervously laughed as he gathered himself.

Stiles gets out of the car and before he shuts the door, he looks at Theo one more time. “Thanks for saving me from being drugged, the ride back, and for letting me stay the night. For everything,” Stiles said.

“You’re welcome, I couldn’t let someone drug you and unfold the worst series of events that could happen to anyone,” Theo said.

“I, uh, should probably head inside, when’s your shift starting tonight so I can give you your jeans back?” Stiles asked.

“I clock in at 7 pm, use the back alley door instead of the front,” Theo said.

Stiles nods and closes the door and walks back away from the car. Theo drives his car back out to the road and begins to drive off. He waves at the car before heading inside his house.

~

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125 Golden Girls Prompts

This time I have some hilarious prompts from some hilarious women. These help keep me sane, send in prompts or request a specific show. Long as hell, breaking at 15.

1 “Go to sleep, sweetheart. Pray for brains.” – Dorothy

2 “Crying is for plain women. Pretty women go shopping.” -Blanche

3 “They were all buying T-shirts, you know, the ones that say, ‘Today is the first day of the end of your life.’” — Dorothy

4 “People waste their time pondering whether a glass is half empty or half full. Me, I just drink whatever’s in the glass.” – Sophia

5 “Nobody ever believes me when I’m telling the truth. I guess it’s the curse of being a devastatingly beautiful woman.” – Blanche

6 “No! No, I will not have a nice day!” -Dorothy

7 “Excuse me NAME, have I given any indication at all that I care?” – Sophia

8 “No one in my family has ever seen a psychiatrist ... except of course, when they were institutionalized!” – Blanche

9 “Isn’t it amazing how I can feel so bad, and still look so good?” -Blanche

10 “Condoms, NAME! Condoms, condoms, condoms!” – Dorothy

11 “It’s like life is a giant weenie roast, and I’m the biggest weenie!” – Rose

12 “He’s/She’s really a very sweet man/woman. He/She just doesn’t like to show it.” — Dorothy

13 “I eat raw cookie dough. And occasionally, I run through the sprinklers and don’t wear a bathing cap. And at Christmas, I’ve been known to put away more than one eggnog.” – Rose

14 “I could get herpes listening to this story!” – Dorothy

15 “I’ve been having a good time, and there wasn’t even a man/woman in the room.” -Blanche

16 “Why don’t I just wear a sign, ‘too ugly to live’?” – Dorothy

17 “I though I was gonna die. I swear I have never felt such agony. I saw my entire life flash before my eyes and I thought, ‘What a shame if I die now, I’m too young…and I’m wearing the wrong underwear.’” — Blanche

18 “You’ll have to excuse NAME. HE/She suffered a slight stroke a few years ago which rendered him/her totally annoying.” – Dorothy

19 “Eat dirt and die, trash.” – Blanche

20 “[to NAME] You’re a furry little gnome and we feed you too much.” – Dorothy

21 When I was a child, I used to get overexcited and pet the cat too much.” – Rose

22 “I feel that you have backed me into a corner, and when I am backed into a corner, I come out fightin’ like a wildcat. Unless I’ve had too much to drink, in which case I slide down the wall and make mad passionate love on the carpet.” – Blanche

23 “NAME, you’re one chromosome away from being a potato.” – Dorothy

24 “If this sauce was a person, I’d get naked and make love to it.” – Sophia

25 “I hate to admit it but he/she melts my Haagen-Dazs.” – Rose

26 “Want a glass of water to wash down your foot?” – Sophia

27 “Like I’m the only person who ever mixed a margarita in a sailor’s mouth?” – Blanche

28 “I feel like crawling under the covers and eating a box of Velveeta.” – Rose

29 “When I say jump, you say ‘on who?'” – Blanche

30 “I’m jumpier than a virgin at a prison rodeo.” – Blanche

31 “How come whenever my ship comes in it’s leaking?” – Dorothy

32 “Tell me the truth: do these glasses make me look stupid?” – Rose

33 “If I had that money I could have moved into a swinging condo instead of living with—I better not say anything until I’ve had my coffee [sips coffee]—a slut and a moron!” – Dorothy

34 “Go hug a landmine!” – Dorothy

35 “Fasten your seatbelt, slut puppy. This ain’t gonna be no cakewalk!” – Sophia

36 “NAME? Hubba hubba zing zing, baby, he’s /she’s got everything.” – Rose

37 “I could vomit just looking at you!” – Dorothy

38 “There is a fine line between having a good time and being a wanton slut. I know. My toe has been on that line.” – Blanche

39 “It’s like you people don’t pay any attention to me whatsoever.” – Rose

40 “Why do blessings wear disguises? If I were a blessing, I’d run around naked.” – Sophia

41 “I hate Jell-O. If God wanted peaches suspended in midair, he would have filled them with helium.” – Sophia

42 “Oh, don’t give up, NAME. If the ancient Egyptians could move 20-ton stone blocks to build the pyramids, we can move a toilet.” – Rose

43 “NAME, honey… have you been washing the fruit off before you eat it?” – Dorothy

44 “Tell me, is it possible to love two men/women/people at the same time.” “Set the scene, have we been drinking?” — Rose & Blanche

45 “NAME, what are you listening to?” “A relaxation tape. The rain is supposed to relax me.” “Is it working?” “Not really. I keep worrying that I left my car windows down.” — Dorothy & Rose

46 “NAME, I have a feeling you’re lying.” “NAME, be positive.” “Okay, I’m positive you’re lying.” — Dorothy & Rose

47 “You are undoubtedly the meanest, sickest person I’ve ever met! Not to mention the most unattractive.” — Blanche

48 “Where are you going?” “To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I’ll decide in the car.” — Rose & Dorothy

49 “Let me tell you a story. Picture it, PLACE …” —Sophia

50 “NAME, wake up. My husband/wife/partner will be home any minute.” — Dorothy

51 “I’m NAME and I know it isn’t pertinent at the moment, but I’m double jointed.” — Blanche

52 “He’s/She's really a very sweet man/woman. He/She just doesn't like to show it.” — Dorothy

53 “You know, sometimes when people are under pressure, they sleep to escape.” — Rose

54 “Have you noticed that NAME has been acting peculiar?” “Yes, NAME, from the first day that I met him/her!” — Blanche & Dorothy

55 “Oh, NAME, how do you feel about performing in front of a video camera?” “I think it's okay as long as you've already had at least three dates.” — Rose & Blanche

56 “I never grew a beard!” “You never grew brains, either!” — Rose & Sophia

57 “It wasn't a rat! It was a cute little mouse.” “NAME, it doesn't wear white gloves and work at Disneyland! We're talking about a rodent!” — Rose & Dorothy

58 “My whole life is an open book.” “Your whole life is an open shirt/blouse!” — Blanche & Sophia

59 “Oh, you don't have to worry about me, honey. I never get sick. I take very good care of myself. I treat my body like a temple.” “Yeah, open to everyone, day or night.” — Blanche & Sophia

60 “Oh, NAME. Can I make a little suggestion when you go for your makeover?” “Sure. What is it?” “Don't expect a miracle.” — Sophia & Dorothy

61 “Why am I even discussing this with you?” “Beats the hell out of me!” — Dorothy & Sophia

62 “Well, what do you know? NAME has a past!” “That's right! But unlike yours, I didn't need penicillin to get through it.” — Blanche & Sophia

63 “I'm going to have to meet men/women lying down.” “I thought you did.” — Blanche & Sophia

64 “Here we are in the middle of a crisis and there’s no cheesecake.” — Blanche

65 “Can I ask a dumb question?” “Better than anyone I know.” — Rose & Dorothy

66 “NAME, ‘disdam’ is not a word. You made it up.” “It’s a word.” “Fine. Use it in a sentence.” “You’re no good at disdam game.” — Dorothy & Sophia

67 “He’s/She’s undressing me with his/her eyes.” “Do you wanna move tables?” “Not yet, he’s/she’s only half done.” — Blanche & Rose

68 “You know, there is nothing worse than being wide awake and scared and by yourself!” “Oh yea there is: being wide awake and scared and by yourself without a double-fudge chocolate cheesecake in the freezer.” — Dorothy & Rose

69 “You know what would go so good on this cheesecake is those chocolate sprinkles.” “We finished those an hour ago.” “We could crush some Oreos on top.” “We ran out of those two hours ago.” “How about some whipped cream?” “Mmm!” — Dorothy & Rose

70 “You bought a chocolate cheesecake?” “Just for an emergency.” — Dorothy & Rose

71 “I just need some cucumbers to put on my eyes. It’s very good. It reduces puffiness.” “Does it work on thighs?” — Blanche & Rose

72 “I have a date.” “With a man/woman?” “No, NAME. With a Venus fly trap.” — Dorothy & Blanche

73 “Do you know what your trouble is?” “Of course not.” — Dorothy & Blanche

74 “I think there’s a connection between your brain and wallpaper paste.” — Sophia

75 ““Forgive me, NAME, but I haven’t had sex in AMOUNT OF TIME and it’s starting to get on my nerves.” – Sophia

76 “Do you know what I hate doing most after a big party?” “Trying to find your underwear in the big pile?” — Blanche & Rose

77 “I've never been so humiliated in my life.” “What about the time you lost the key to your handcuffs and had to go with that guy/girl on his/her mail route?” — Blanche & Dorothy

78 “You are not gonna believe this. NAME, just called me.” “I didn't think the two of you were speaking.” “Well, we're not.” “Then how'd you know it was him/her on the other end of the line?” “NAME, you're bringing down the curve for the whole country.” — Blanche, Dorothy & Rose

79 “Oh, my goodness. Look what I found. Double-fudge cookies. I thought we agreed not to keep cookies in the house.” “Right, after this last box.” “You're not going to eat them, are you?” “No, NAME. We're going to go to some dumb country and try to use them as money.” — Rose, Blanche & Dorothy

80 “I can't believe you said that! Oh, if I weren't a lady I'd deck you.” “You try and I'll have you on your back so fast you'll think you're out on a date.” — Blanche & Dorothy

81 [NAME running after a dog] “Ha! Would you look at that: man's best friend, chasing man's best friend!” — Dorothy

82 “I won't stand for this!“[gets up and starts to walk out] “Take it, NAME!” “But I bet you'll lie down for it.” — Blanche, Sophia & Dorothy

83 “NAME, you should make us eat dirt, make us grovel, give us the silent treatment...” “NAME, if you give us the silent treatment, I will eat dirt.” — Rose & Dorothy

84 “Cooking, NAME?” “No, NAME, I'm developing pictures for the Magellan Space Program.” — Rose & Dorothy

85 “Do we have any orange juice left?” [person two pours the rest in their glass] “No, we’re all out.” — Rose & Dorothy

86 “Go hug a landmine.” — Dorothy

87 “Now, what’s wrong?” “I lost it, NAME!” “You never had it, NAME.” — Dorothy & Stanley

88 “You knew I wanted to spend tonight alone.” — Rose

89 “Darn it. I gotta kiss somebody at midnight.” — Blanche

90 “Pizza, dammit! Get pizza!” — Dorothy

91 “What the hell goes on at night in this house?!” — Dorothy

92 “Just drives you nuts, doesn’t it, NAME?” — Rose

93 “Can you believe that backstabbing slut?” — Rose

94 “I’m here if you wanna pick my brain.” “NAME, I think we should leave it alone and let it heal.” — Rose & Dorothy

95 “And the world heaves a collective sigh of relief.” — Sophia

96 "Must you always be so cheerful, you empty headed Mary Poppins knockoff?'—Blanche

97 "What? Are you out of what is left of your mind?!"—Blanche

98 “All I do is listen to your sexual problems. How about my sexual problems?” — Sophia

99 “Blow it out your ditty bag.” — Sophia

100 “Your heart's in the right place, but I don't know where the hell your brain is." — Sophia

101 “Think about it. You live alone. No one likes you." — Sophia

102 “You're moving. Too bad. This would be touching if I liked you more." — Sophia

103 “Go ahead. Stand up and say it. My name is NAME, and I am an idiot." — Sophia

104 “You're here because the rhythm method was very popular in the [insert decade of birth]." — Sophia

105 “Get to the part where they steal the brain out of the dead body and sew it into your head." — Sophia

106 "Exactly how close to the television are you sitting when you're watching TV SHOW.” — Sophia

107 “Boom! You've got a social life." — Sophia

108 “You drink out of a brown paper bag and suddenly everybody’s your friend.” — Sophia

109 “Remember NAME, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” “I think I crossed that line when I got a date!” — Dorothy & Sophia

110 “If you can’t count on family, who the hell can you count on?” — Sophia

111 “In this life, that’s all we have, is hope.” — Sophia

112 “Here’s a newsflash, witches can fly.” — Sophia

113 “It’s great bringing two idiots closer together.” — Sophia

114 “NAME, a man/woman called for you while you were out.” “Finally, now we can break out that bottle of champagne we’ve been saving.” — Rose & Sophia

115 “Gee, with only three hours sleep, I can be just as bitchy as you.” — Rose

116 “Gee, Sophia! You’re awfully cranky today.” — Rose

117 “The doctor says it’s the first time he’s ever been called because a baby was sleeping in the day. And then I think he called me an idiot.” — Rose

118 [astonished]  “You paying for something?” “What are you saying, I'm cheap?” “Well, of course he’s/she's saying you're cheap. You're the only man I know who owns a time-share dog!” — Rose, Stanley & Dorothy

119 “Hey, what is this? You're talking about me like I'm an animal. [sniffing NAME] You've been with a man, haven't you?” — Sophia

120 “I do love the rain so. It reminds me of my first kiss.” “Ah, your first kiss was in the rain?” “No, it was in the shower.” — Blanche & Dorothy

121 “You know, I've been thinking ...” “Oh, that would explain the beads of sweat.” — Rose & Blanche

122 “God, I hate morning people.” — Blanche

123 “He’s/She’s a lewd, horny, oversexed beast with five hands.” “You don’t have to build him/her up to me, honey. I like him/her just fine already.” — Rose & Blanche

124 “You ... you ... you rude person!” “Go easy on him/her, NAME.” — Rose & Dorothy

125 “This would be touching if I liked you more.” — Sophia

[timedunce]

Physical

Part three of my personal glo up posts, this one’s about my physical being and surroundings.

a. Health

This part will cover my personal health improvement goals. Everyone’s body is different, what works for me may not for you. Good luck on your own self improvement journey. :)

a.1 Water

Drink it! Why are you not drinking water it is literally the key to life????!!!!!

But in all seriousness, I struggle to remember to drink my water. I’m a caffeine addict, but I get it from soda because I think coffee is gross. (No hating, we all got different taste buds.) So I’m gonna set timers, to remind me to drink, keep a bottle close by, and fill my Filter Pitcher in the fridge so it’s clean and cold.

a.2 Eat Healthier

Sounds so simple, doesn’t it? And yet here I am with a fridge full of take out.

I need to Meal Plan by the week, and keep rotations of healthy options in the freezer. I gotta take my vitamins, get that protein.

a.3 Exercise

This ones gonna be very different for me than most people, due to some health issue that limit my activity levels. But I won’t let them keep me from doing my best. (NOTE: Doing your best does not mean passing out on the floor in a pool of sweat/vomit. It doesn’t even mean pushing so hard you can barely move the next day you’re so sore.)

I can walk, do yoga, and good days can include some squats. Bad days may include stretching, or even just the walk to the kitchen for food.

a.4 POTS

Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome. When I go from lying to sitting, or sitting to standing, my heart rate jumps, my blood pressure drops, and if I’m not careful I will pass out. This has led to some awkward instances of being found in a heap on the floor half dressed. 0/10 do not recommend.

Management includes: drinking tons of water, consuming more salt than most people, moderating my spent Energy, and planning ahead my activities.

a.5 Periods

Mother Nature, Aunt Flo, the Cleaning Crew, Satan’s Waterfall... However you choose to refer to it, your period is gonna suck. Sorry.

I need to plan ahead; keep an eye on arrival dates, carry pads/tampons, Pain Killers, and spare clothes. More than once I’ve been out and had to buy new underwear, or worse, borrow some at a friends house. Trust me, carry spare clothes.

b. Appearance

Ah, vanity. I care what people think of me. Sometimes too much. But this also covers basic hygiene as well.

b.1 Body

Step one, shower. I know, you can take a bath as well, but if I’m dirty or sweaty I don’t want to feel like I’m stewing in a cauldron of my own filth. Blegh. 

While I’m in there plotting the end of world hunger and performing my latest concert, I might as well exfoliate and shave. The decision to shave is up to you, of course, but I hate it when my jeans snag one of my leg hairs and yank. 

Once I’m done, moisturize with lotion or vaseline, apply a fragrance and deodorant.

Step two of body care, Sleep. Do it. At least 8 hours of it.

b.2 Hair

(If you have any.)

Shampoo, Condition, regular Trims. Basics.

The occasional hair mask never hurts.

b.3 Nails

Keep those suckers trimmed! You can keep them long, or short, but maintain even lengths, trim them when they break.

Then feel free to paint them, if you want, even spring for the professional job once in a while.

b.4 Clothes

Clothes require maintenance. Wash and dry them according to the recommendations on the tags. When they wear through, repair or replace them.

b.5 Skincare

Your skin is a pretty good indicator of whats going on in the rest of your body. Sudden breakouts can be cause by hormone changes, nutrient deficiencies, or stress.

Be sure to wash your face regularly, and spot treat as necessary. 

Go the extra mile and exfoliate, use a moisturizer, masks, a toner. I like Aloe Vera gel.

Wear that sunscreen!

b.6 Make Up

Another personal choice. You want to wear it, go for it! Experiment a bit, watch some tutorials. Just be sure to replace the old stuff, and remove it before bed.

b.7 Teeth

Teeth. My old nemesis. I don’t know if it’s a bad case of Executive Dysfunction, or if I just hate myself, but I struggle with maintaining my teeth. And you would think my paralyzing fear of dentists would be a motivator...

Again, this is basics. BRUSH, Floss, Mouthwash, Breath-mints when out during the day. Simple enough, right?

c. Cleanliness

This section is general cleanliness. Clean me, clean house...

c.1 Hygiene

Already been mostly covered.

Shower, Teeth, Self Care Days.

c.2 Kitchen

Wash or clean the: Dishes, Pantry, do Shopping Inventory, Fridge, Trash, Counters, Floors.

c.3 Bathroom

Clean the: Toilet, Shower, Sink, Mirror, Floor, replace Toilet Paper, Shopping Inventory

c.4 Bedrooms

Pick up: Clothes, Bed, Dresser, Floors

c.5 Living Areas

Clean the: Tables, Seating, Storage, Floors

Part One Part Two

[daviddoughbrik]

Baby Girl - a J. Wittek Imagine

“she wants one with jeff where you have 2 kids and get pregnant with the 3rd so jeff gets mad cause he only wanted 2 then he heard the ultra sound and cries cause he’s so happy” @jeffshikingbuddy

I hope I did it justice.

“Are you serious?” Jeff asks, his hands coming up to run through his hair. Normally, that could be a habit of excitement, but this one is of regret. “Really?”

You nod, answering his question, the excitement leaving your face.

“Y/N. How are we going to do this? We can’t raise another kid right now! We can barely handle the two we have!” he whisper-yells, trying to not bring attention to your conversation from the three-year-old and eighteen-month-old playing in your living room.

“Jeff, it’s not like I did this on my own. It takes two, you know this,” you scorn, hand slapping down on the counter beside you. Knowing tears were about to fall, you throw your hands up in defeat and head upstairs to anywhere but where Jeff and your children were. You needed to be alone.

Days and weeks go by. Your husband Jeff and you had hardly talked about the pregnancy. You did most of everything on your own. Doctors visits, cravings, crying for no reason: it was all you. Of course you’d still talk though, you loved him and he loves you. It was never anything less than love, but Jeff was scared.

“So, when do we get to find out the gender of this new baby?” he asks one morning, timidly waiting at the door as you brush your teeth.

“I already know. You don’t seem to care enough to ask me about this baby, so I didn’t feel like being the trooper in this situation,” you say blatantly, no hard feelings, just honesty, and honestly, it’s probably the hormones talking. You lean down to wash your mouth free from tooth paste and wash your face. Through soapy eyes you see your husband standing right next to you with his arms crossed. “What?”

“You know, Y/N, I’m sorry that I’m the only one worried in this situation. We have two wonderful children under five years old, Vann is still in diapers, Dax is wearing training underwear. How on earth will it be possible for us to constantly monitor three dependent humans? How! We barely have time now.” Rage and frustration bubbles up in you, but of course, sadness wins.

“Well, since you’re suddenly interested, it’s a girl, Jeff. She’s doing great, too,” your puffy eyes meeting his, and you see his eyes soften. Still, there’s no change.

“Mommy!” Dax shouts from downstairs.

“Coming, son,” Jeff replies, knowing you didn’t want your son to see you like this.

“No, Daddy. I need Mommy, not you,” Dax says.

“I’m coming, Daxxy,” you reply rubbing your face with a towel and heading out the door.

Jeff is standing there, still in shock, but still worried and upset about having another human to look after, even if it is his baby girl.

A week passes by and again, there’s not much baby talk. Dax and Vann are really excited about their new sister, and you’re really happy for a girl to balance out the future testosterone levels. Your hand rubs over the fabric of your bed spread covering your belly.

“Mommy, don’t feel good,” Dax says in the doorway, his stuffed bear cuddled to his chest.

“Come here, bubba,” you coo. “What doesn’t feel good?”

“Belly and my froat,” he whines, his little hand grabbing onto you to pull him in closer.

“You do feel pretty warm, buddy. When did this start?”

“Before dinner,” he says before bending over to clutch his stomach. “Mommy,” he cries, hot tears spilling out of his eyes. “I fink I’m gonna frow up,” he says, his face paling. You grab your three year old and run him to your bathroom, but the door is locked.

“Jeff, open up, Dax is about to puke,” you spit frantically, jiggling the door handle. It takes him a second too long, because as the door opens, Jeff is met with a tiny baby boy, throwing up tonight’s dinner on his toes. Jeff steps aside so you can step in and bring him to the toilet.

“Dax,” he says, upset. His face is red, eyes bloodshot as if he’d been crying.

“Sorry, daddy,” Dax cries. Jeff is upset, but you’re not sure if the vomit on his toes triggered it or something else.

“No, buddy, you’re sick, don’t apologize. I know you couldn’t help it,” Jeff says coming to join your comforting of your son. Dax throws up every ten minutes for almost an hour and a half. “We will have to take you to the doctor tomorrow, though bud.” Dax cries at the thought. “They’ll make you feel better buddy, I promise.”

“Buddy, would come sprite or something make your tummy feel better?” you ask, brushing his dark brown hair away from his face. He shrugs. “Do you want to try it?” He shrugs again. “How about mommy will go get you some, and you can think about it?” He nods. You push yourself up from your knees, feeling light headed as you do so, and almost stumbling. “Whew, mommy can’t bend down like that too much more.”

“Y/N, you gotta be careful. You can’t be doing that and carrying our son and stuff. You’ll go into labor,” Jeff fusses. You blow him off, as if he cares anyways.

Returning with the sprite and some cleaning supplies, you get to see the sweetest thing. Jeff is sitting in the floor by the toilet with Dax resting in his lap almost asleep. Jeff’s hands run through your son’s hair as he repeatedly kisses the top of his head. “I love you, Dax Wittek.” Not wanting to disturb the moment, you sit the sprite beside him and get to work cleaning the throw up on your hardwood floors.

“I’ll do that,” Jeff whispers. You shake your head no and continue cleaning, he doesn’t press it. The whole time you’re thinking about the new baby. Will Jeff and the new baby ever have moments like this? Does Jeff even care? Before you know it, you’re all done and setting the supplies aside. You’re lightheaded again getting up from the floor and a sharp pain stabs your lower back. Right now, ignoring it seems like the best option.

“I’ll take him, you can go to the boys bathroom and shower off the throw up if you want,” you offer, reaching for your son.

“Well, will you be able to take the boys to the doctor tomorrow? I won’t be able to take them, I have the business meeting tomorrow with the new owners of YouTube.”

“Yes, I’ll take them both,” you reply plainly.

“Then, I’ll stay up with him tonight. You’ll have enough on your hands tomorrow. I’ll see if maybe Kristen can come and help you,” he bargains. You nod and go over to brush your teeth and quickly get in the bed.

The next day, Jeff and Dax are still in the bathroom. Vann is up, alive and well through the baby monitor. Getting up, to use the bathroom, you peek in on Jeff giving Dax a bath. He’s towel drying the young boys hair, so you move on to get Vann up and dressed and ready. “Kristen is going to be here at nine. I have to leave at 8:45,” Jeff says, putting on Dax some new pajamas to go to the doctor in.

Jeff is gone soon, and Kristen arrives shortly after.

“Hey, Daxxy, I heard you weren’t feeling well,” Kristen asks, coming in the front door. She bends down to give her nephew a kiss on the head. “Uncle Scott wanted me to give you these,” she says kissing his head again.

You sigh in relief, thankful your savior and baby whisperer Kristen is here to help you and your very pregnant belly. You pick up Vanns diaper bag from the ground and there’s that sharp pain again. You gasp.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Kristen asks, dropping Dax’s hand to come over to you.

“Nothing, uh, I’ll be fine. I’ve just been having this back pain,” you groan. She gives you those worried eyes, but let’s it pass. “C’mon, boys. Let’s go get Dax better!” you cheer and Vann is clapping his hands, cooing and stumbling beside you. All is forgotten until you’re at the doctors.

Sitting in the waiting room was all fine and dandy, well, that is until you pass out face first into the cold tile floor.

The beeping, the shuffling, the mumbling muffled voices seem so far away, but how far away could they be when you’ve got hands on you at all times. You try opening your eyes, but they never flutter and you’re back out again.

There was a lot to be said about the situation you were in. “Are you going to die? What about the baby? Is the baby going to die? Oh, Y/N, baby I’m so sorry,” you hear him wailing next to you. Still, it’s as if there are miles between you. “I promise, I promise when they deliver our baby girl, I will do every thing in my power to keep you both safe. I’m so sorry, Y/N, I am so sorry.” His head is on your chest, letting himself hear your heart beating for himself. “I spent too much time worrying about what was going to happen after, that I didn’t even comfort you during this pregnancy like I did with the boys and I will do everything, Y/N, everything I can to make sure you feel loved for as long as you live. Please baby, just live. I need you. The boys need you,” he cries. “I need you,” he whispers, not to you, not your stomach. “My baby girl, I need you. I need you to be okay and safe,” he’s crying louder now, or you’re coming out of the state you were in.

“Mr. Wittek, we are ready to take your wife back for her cesarean now,” the doctor says, his team of nurses flocking you. “Oh! We have some eyes now, don’t we?” the doctor says coming to grab your hand. “Welcome back, Mrs. Wittek. Thank you for joining us. Are you ready to meet your baby girl?” You only nod, but Jeff’s expression looking at you, makes you break down.

“My god, Y/N,” he cries coming to bury is tear stained face in your neck. Both of you are sobbing in each other’s embrace.

“We will give you a few minutes,” the doctor smiles, exiting the room.

There are only tears and kisses and lots of “I love you”s exchanged for a good minute.

“You missed my apology so I’ll say it again,” Jeff says pulling back from you.

“I heard you,” you whisper bringing him to a kiss. “I promise to make you feel loved for as long as you live, too. Now, can you tell me what happened? I remember being at the doctors, but that is it.”

“Well, you passed out in the waiting room, belly first. They brought you into the ER, and said that the baby was fine, just that the umbilical chord was slightly damaged. They said they’d need to deliver her, but they weren’t in too much of a hurry because the babies stats were fine. They have the monitors on her at all times, but they said that if she wasn’t delivered in the next few hours, we could lose her,” he says, sniffling again. “But, she is okay, they have the monitors on both of you. They also said she is a little bigger than when you last came in, and her survival rate is very high,” Jeff says full of hope. His hand brings yours to his mouth to kiss.

“Are we ready?” the doctor asks, and you both look at each other and nod.

They take you back to the operating room, Jeff at your head. It doesn’t take very long. You’re numb, and they’re ready to bring her out of you.

“Remember to breathe, Mrs. Wittek,” the doctor says below you. “And you too, Mr. Wittek. From what I have heard, this is your first girl,” he says making light conversation. They have small talk about it and soon the nurses are handing the towels and things to the doctor. “Well, here she is,” he says handing the small baby over the curtain separating your view. They place her on your chest, and she hasn’t made a sound yet.

Panicked eyes dance around the room, but not just yours and Jeff’s. The doctor smiles and nods to you chest where you see her own panicked eyes dancing around the room, before a deep, deep breath in. Her wails fill the operating room, and you could never be more excited to hear a baby cry.

“That’s our girl,” Jeff cries from above you. “I’m so in love.” You both are blubbering over your miracle baby girl. “She’s so beautiful. She looks just like you,” he says brushing your hair back from your face and kissing your temple.

The nurses take the baby away and clean her up really good for you before handing her back. Your gown was stripped from your chest so you could have skin to skin contact. Soon you’re back in your hospital room and it’s just you three.

“I love you, baby,” you whisper to Jeff as the newborn is sleeping on your chest.

“I love you too, both of my baby girls,” he says cupping your face, and smiling into a peck on your lips.