#it took me till high school to figure out what it means to have your knees locked bc mine are always like that

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um anyway I was told today that my knees have been hyperextending for my entire life and I just didn't really notice

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JUST LIKE YOU | LECLERC FAMILY

pairings: Charles Leclerc x sister!reader, Arthur Leclerc x sister!reader, Lorenzo Leclerc x sister!reader

warnings: mean words exchanged, threats.

author’s note: part 2 to this, hope everyone enjoys💗

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It had been a few weeks since her and Arthur’s huge fight, despite apologizing the tensions were still high between the two youngest Leclercs, a tension that left everyone wondering what the hell had happened.

“Hey is it just me? Or have Y/N and Arthur been distant from each other?” Lorenzo questioned Charles.

“I’ve noticed that too, almost like they’re avoiding each other” Charles replies thinking of the last time he saw two Interact.

“Y/N has been really focused on her studies, and Arthur’s spending time with Carla, I don’t think there’s anything fishy going on boys” Pascale says washing the last of the dishes.

“I mean yeah I get Y/N but Arthur? He could bring Carla here? It’s not like I don’t bring Alexandra or Lorenzo dosent bring Charlotte? Plus Arthur always used to bring Carla here, so they are definitely avoiding something” Charles says squinting his eyes.

“Maman i agree with Charles, the last time I saw Y/N interact with Arthur was when we were leaving for grocery shopping, and then they stopped” Lorenzo recalls, “Is Arthur home right now?” Charles asks, Pascale nods. The two brothers looked at each other and nodded.

“Arthur, you gotta pick Y/N up from school, we gotta umm go somewhere” Charles says, “I cant, I have to drop Carla off at the airport” Arthur says, lying straight through his teeth. Lorenzo and Charles look at each other. “Ok. Enough is Enough, What the hell happened between you two?” Lorenzo asks raising his eyebrows.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, me and Y/N are fine” he says nonchalantly, “Carla’s flight dosent leave till tomorrow, she told Maman that herself, so that means you just don’t want to pick Y/N up from school and we wanna know why” Charles says.

“Fine, you wanna know why? Because she makes me feel like a failure, she’s always comparing me to you Charles, and I’m tired of it. That day she crossed the line ok? And we talked it out but I’m still mad about it so that’s why I’m not talking to her” Arthur huffs before grabbing his car keys and leaving.

“That seems really out of character for Y/N, there has to be more to the story” Charles mutters as Lorenzo sighs, “alright I’m going to talk to Y/N then” he says grabbing his keys as well.

Enzo pulls up to Y/N’s school as he spots her talking to a friend of hers, a bright smile adorning her face. As soon as the girl spots her brother, she bids them goodbye.

“Hey Chérie, how was your day?” He asks her, “it was great! How was yours Enzo?” She says, “it was great, but umm listen did you and Arthur get Into a fight when we all were gone” he asks, the girl sighs out.

“We did yes, he didn’t want to take me to Starbucks so I told him Charles would and he took it to heart I guess” she rambled on making sure to not include the part where he called her a failure. “Chérie, you know Arthur dosent like it when you do that, so please apologize and make up” he sighs out, “look Enzo, I apologized I don’t know what else you want me to do?” The Girl says putting her hands on her face.

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll figure something out” he says ruffling her hair. The drive home was silent, guilt was over taking her senses as she anxiously fiddled with her fingers. Her intentions weren’t bad but she was starting to realize the impact of her words. She was so hurt when he called her a failure yet she did the same thing.

Tears started streaming down her face, Enzo stops the car immediately, his face turning to hers in concern, “what’s wrong Chérie? Why are you crying” he says, his arm rubbing her shoulder.

“I fucked up Enzo” she says, a sob escaping her mouth. Her hands now covering her face, “I’m sorry” she says as he pulls her into her arms, “Shh don’t cry, what’s going on?” He asks her In the most gentle tone ever, “I compared him to Charles, and then he called me a failure, I was so hurt that I never realized the hurt I probably inflicted on him, I’m such a bad sister Enzo, his whole life people have told him that and I just make a joke out of it.” she mutters out, “Y/N you made a mistake that’s it, what matters is that you realized that what you said was wrong as well” he says, his hand on her head.

“You’re Right, I’ve got to make this right” she sniffles, “do you think we could stop by the store? I have an idea” she says and her brother nods.

When the two get home, Arthur and Charles can be seen having a normal conversation but as soon as the younger brother spots his sister, he gets up to leave only to be stopped by her.

“Tur wait” she says, he sighs out as he sits back down, Charles and Enzo take this as their cue to leave (eavesdrop)

“What Y/N?” He says looking straight at her, She hands him a bag, the bag was filled with all of Arthur’s favorite snacks and drinks. She takes a seat next to him.

“I’m sorry Arthur, what I said was mean and I should’ve realized that, instead of making a joke about it” she says, “No I’m sorry, I’m older than you and I called you a failure, you’re not by the way, you’re smarter than a Charles and I combined” he says pulling the younger girl into his embrace, her eyes start to tear up and she clutches onto him.

“I love you Tur Tur, you’re my favorite person in the world, my best friend and the best big brother I could ask for, you’re not second to Charles, you’re just as good as him, and if anyone ever says otherwise, screw them” she says as she cries into his shoulder, Arthur gives her a soft smile rubbing her back up and down, a smile that she was oblivious too.

“Yeah yeah I love you too, now can you please get off me? You’re kind of choking me” He mutters, “oh sorry” she says pulling away, wiping her nose and eyes. They look at each other and let out a laugh.

“So he’s your favorite now?🤨” a voice Interrupts their laughter.

[shelbgrey]

Okay, hello! I love your work so much and wanted to make a request (if they're open let me know if I've been too rude to you dear) for "being Isabella Swan's big/little sister and being Jasper Cullen's mate." BECAUSE, at first he tried to repress that feeling by acting weird around her, and she hated the way he wrinkled his nose every time he saw her. Another thing, she grew up in Forka with Charlie... That's it, I'm sorry if I threw this too hard in your lap 😔. Kisses 💗

Being Bella's big sister and dating Jasper Hale headcanons

Paring: Jasper Hale X Swan!Reader

A/n: thank you for the request and don't feel bad for requesting, I always love writing for Twilight.

Main master list Emmett cullen story

So first off, I think thst you being Bella's older sister and living with Charlie kinda changes the story a bit. First off there's something special about you, but you living with humans all your life none notices.

You were about two when your parents devorced so when it came to living situations you stayed with your father.

You met the Cullens before Bella even showed up. Like everyone else at Forks High to took notice to the family. You weren't upsets with figuring out their background like everyone else though.

Your first day meeting Jasper was his first day in your history class. The only empty seat left was next to you.

He hesitated as he sat down next you. When he did he tensed up and turned his nose away. You glared at him wanting to know what his problem was. When the bell rang he was out in a flash.

The next few days he didn't show up. When he did he remained silent but didn't turn his nose like you stunk.

Instead of turning his nose away he would silently look at you then turn away before he would get cought. This went on through out the class. You would look at him then look away before he noticed.

The first words you actually exchange words till you had to work on a history project together.

“your name is y/n Swan right?” he asked. You nodded immediately falling for his southern accent. “yeah, and your Jasper”

He smiled slightly. “sorry for being so rued last week” you shrugged. “not a big deal, we all have bad days”

You guys continued to talk and he quickly got comfortable talking to you. He started to fall for everything about you. He knew you were his mate but he started finding small and big details about you that made him enternally thankful it was you.

Jasper took another aproch than his dear brother when it came to relationships. He 'corted' you by becoming friends with you first, you actually became best friends. As your relationship grew you became close to his siblings too, especially rose.

Your first date was the movies and suprisenly you guys just sat there for two hours laughing at the gore in the horror movie you picked.

After your first date he confessed to being a vampire and to his reilef you didn't freak out. He was so scared that you would leave him but he didn't want to lie to you.

“I understand if your scared... But I didn't want to start our relationship with a lie”

I immediately wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tight. “I don't care, I still want to be with you”

You started officially dating about a month before Bella showed up.

You don't get along with Bella or your mother, so let's just say you weren't thrilled when you found out she was moving to forks.

During the time she started to settle in at home with you and Charlie you spent more time with Jasper and his family. You told Jasper that you two never got along and the hate and neglect your mother caused you.

The first time Bella saw Jasper is when he was picking you up for school. She kept pushing on who he was but you bairly awnsered. “he's my boyfriend, bella”

Dispite Bella and Edward dealing with their problems you and Jasper have a very strong relationship.

You two may not have much in common but that doesn't mean you two don't show interest in each other's Passions.

Your a movie nerd so he'll happily watch any movie with you. He's a history buff and he's was around for most of it so if he wants to talk about something you'll always there to listen.

Speaking of history, it didn't take long for him to open up about him training new borns and Maria using him.

He's very gentle with you at first, he would hate himself if he ever hurt you, but later on in the relationship he's more confident and isn't afraid to touch you as much.

Speaking of which, his kisses are always full of passion and love. His favorite place to kiss you is on your forehead beacuse of how much taller he is than you.

He's always holding your hand. He always needs to be touching you and needs to be close to you. Emmett teases him for being Clingy but it's mostly just an anxiety thing, especially if he's around Humans he needs to ground himself by holding your hand or his arms around you.

If your wondering, Charlie loves him. At first he thought Jasper was weird(much like Edward) but he appreciated how kind and and well mannered he was. He knew he could trust Jasper with you.

Through your relationship with Jasper you had also gained a best friend through Rosalie and Emmett.

Rosalie loved you immediately and took you under her wing. Alice is a loyal friend but your not thst close.

Carlisle and Esme are like your second parents and they love you like your part of the family.

During the events of New Moon Jasper refused to break your heart. He knew that was Edward's plan with Bella, but he's not Edward. Yes they did move but you two stayed in contact. He would call you every day and you'll see each other on weekends.

He came to your graduation during the time the whole family moved then proposed to you a few months later.

Your wedding was unfortunately put on hold due to the who new-born army. It didn't bother you, you understood under the circumstances but Jasper was furious with not only Bella but Edward too. It wasn't their fault, he knew that, but then again Bella made it all about her and ignored the fact the vampires were after you too.

During the battle you were hurt causing Jasper to turn you. He didn't want to and he blamed himself for fighting instead of protecting you.

You loved being a vampire and never once blamed him. And it's a good thing he had experience with New-borns beacuse he was with you every step of the way during your transition.

You had your wedding about four months before Edward and Bella's. You went to Memphis for your honeymoon and stayed out till it was time to go home for the other wedding.

Oh I forgot to mention, Bree survived and since you were now an adult you and Jasper adopted her as your own. Your amazing parents and you three make an adorable family.

Later on in life and when everything was peaceful, no one dying or fighting, you two adpot two twins. They were both infants and needed loving parents.

Jasper is very loving husband and even if being a vampire is hard sometimes you wouldn't change your life for anything.

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Inspiration Saturday 🎙️🎸

For me it's saturday and I need to share what I did for inspiration for enemies to lovers cause I can't wait (I'm actually so so excited about this fic)

+ snippet (Look they can talk like normal people)

it goes after that snippet

At some moment Eddie is so lost in his own bubble consisting of him and the music he plays that when a mug with something that clearly smells like coffee is lowered near him, he just blinks for a few seconds trying to figure out what happened.

While he comes out of a working trance, followed by shock, Buckley just comes back to his notes with another cup, sipping his coffee.

Looking at the cup and then sniffing coffee, Eddie speculates if Buckley could have mixed something to poison him.

“It’s just black coffee. Chim once said you prefer just black. And I’m not an idiot to kill you when there are so many witnesses around,” blonde looks at him while he sips coffee sitting on his chair with his mile-long legs tucked under him, grinning.

“I know Bobby longer than you, and I know we actually would end this song. So like it or not, we need to have a truce at least till the song is released. Consider this coffee my step towards a truce, yours is on you. But it will be easier for both of us if we at least try not to bicker,” on that Buckley turns away from him.

For a second Eddie wants to say that they would need to be here at all if Buckley doesn't get on his nerves and doesn't start fights all the time, but Eddie shuts up, bitterly admitting that Buckley is right, Bobby won't back off until the song is ready and quarrels will only complicate their situation.

He grabs the cup and takes a sip, noting that Buck somehow managed to program that monster Hildy so that even his black coffee is incredible. Taking a few more sips, Eddie ponders his move, watching as Buckley crosses out the more lines that he wrote just five minutes ago.

“Do you eat chocolate with coffee?”

Buckley turns back to him with a raised eyebrow and nods.

Eddie reaches into his bag and takes two chocolate bars he bought when took Chris to school cause he didn’t have time to have breakfast when he overslept his alarm.

“Catch,” Eddie says and throws one bar to blue-eyed who catches it easily.

“Was in some sports team?”

“Football. High school,” Buckley says, opening his bar. “Thanks, this one is my fav.”

“I would suspect you played basketball, but football makes sense too. Why did you stop?”

“Serious leg injury. Three operations,” blonde shrugs like three operations at a young age means nothing, Eddie in his example knows that this is not easy. “My parents didn't let me play anymore, and I didn't want to. Music has always been closer to me. So I just accepted the sign of the universe and devoted myself completely to music.”

Eddie grins.

“Universe seriously? You believe in this bullshit?”

“It’s not bullshit, Diaz. Universe can literally scream at you. And I prefer to listen to it until it is not using big guns like lightning or bullets,” Buckley shows him his tongue at his exasperated head shaking. “What about you? Any sports team?”

“Baseball. Was on the way to becoming a professional actually,” Eddie admits as they apparently share their high school experiences before becoming superstars.

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The Selfish and the Selfless

Warnings: adhd and autism talk, typical criminal minds violence possible idk, insecurities? panic attack mentions and one experience, though idk how to describe what i go through since feelings are foreign to me.

Parings: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

A/N: i got high and realized my adhd is worse and better when i'm this relaxed. idk man, i was cleaning and thought of this. i base most of the reader's issues as how i perceive them, though with my (possible autism since i haven't been professionally diagnosed) i don't understand what feelings are happening, like i need an owner's manual to navigate, understand and name each feeling. sorry, long rant, but in my defense, i'm high. idk if virgina has legalized marijuana or not, but let's just pretend the did for the sake of this fic.

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Dating Aaron Hotchner was nice. Great, even. You often had doubts about why he loved you, especially since you started feeling constantly on edge, skin itchy, kinda uncomfortable. You knew why, but you wouldn't risk Aaron finding out. You didn't want to make him decide whether he wants Jack around weed or not, so you stopped smoking to relax just a couple of days before you went on your first date with Aaron. It's been a little over a month (38 days, 23 minutes, and 56, 57, 58 seconds, but who's counting?) and knowing Aaron's career and abilities that come with the job, you figure he knew something was wrong the minute the withdraws starting hitting you.

Not working at the BAU was probably a good thing, as people raising their voice often makes you go into a panic attack. You started working from home, doing a third shift computer job. That way, if Aaron ever needs an emergency babysitter, you're open. You can take him to school, sleep, go pick him up, and have a fun night before bed with the baby Hotchner, then go back to work again.

Jack loved your American Staffordshire Terrier, Layla. She was so gentle with Jack, and like you, she protects Jack like he is her own son. Aaron was weary about Layla given he hadn't been around many bully breed dogs, but the second he walked into the door, Layla chose him as her new person. She still protected you, but he was her favorite. And she typically didn't like men besides your grandfather .

You had had enough, and since you knew Aaron shouldn't be around as he was at work and probably wouldn't be home till well into the night, and Jack was with Jessica today and tomorrow, you took a couple of hits from the Snail battery and the highly potent cartridge. You haven't done so in so long, that even though you had medication that slowed the effect for a good ten minutes, you could already tell the high was going to be good. Layla walked behind you as you walked around the house, randomly moving on from chore to chore without finishing the previous, bopping your head along to the speaker you have for your spotify playlist.

You had given Aaron and Jack a key to your two bedroom house, which is probably why you didn't hear Aaron walk in, nor did you realize that Layla was no longer behind you. Hands wrap around you from behind, and you squeak loudly and flinch slightly as you startle.

"What the- Aaron! You scared the shit outta me!" You pant, forgetting about the hits and the more twitchy you are with a full body and mind relaxation.

"Sorry, sweetheart. Didn't mean to scare... you. What's that smell?" Aaron starts sniffing the air, and you can almost feel your face drain of color.

"Uh, what smell?" You ask, trying to keep your voice even. Attempting to take a step back, though Aaron's grip on your forearms stops you and draws his attention to you.

"What's wrong?" His eyebrows raise slightly in concern, though his frown deepens.

You can start to feel your breath quicken, as though you've been holding your breath for far too long. Your arms start to clench up, and cross to hold your chest. Hands forming a tight, white-knuckle fist, and your shoulders tense up to your ears.

"I uh, I'm sorry," Your voice is weak, and you start to tear up from both panic and embarrassment. This is the last thing you wanted to show him.

"Why are you sorry? Are you," He pauses, eyes working up and down to profile you. "You have autism."

You almost snort, forgetting your panic for a second. ADHD and being high does that to you. "Yeah. I told you on our second date. When we had a movie night at yours with Jack."

"You don't usually react this much. What happened? Are you okay?" His words cause you to sigh. Might as well get this over with.

"I smoke marijuana sometimes, when I'm overly stressed, or need a day to relax, go to sleep. Plus, with ADHD and autism, there's a thing called masking. I've done it for my entire life, without knowing I was masking, and without being able to take off the mask. So when I'm high, it calms my mind enough so that I can't wear the mask, and then in turn get to enjoy in having ADHD and autism, because it feels more natural. I stopped because of you and Jack. I could do without getting high so I didn't risk losing either of you. You mean more than my unmasking. I don't change my personality, other than shy till I know you, type of deal. Just the tics, forgetting words immediately, doing random things." You take a breath, which is shaky. You start to loosen slightly, given the fact that his frown has almost become a thin line. He doesn't seem angry, that of which you could tell.

You keep your hands gripping the opposite shoulder, but most everything else looses tension. He seems to sense the anxiety and relief, because he tries to smile, succeeding in only lifting one corner of his lips.

"Honey, I appreciate the thought of keeping Jack away from it, but that doesn't mean you have to stop feeling comfortable with yourself. I don't really mind, though we can discuss the details later. Is that the reason you've been slightly down lately?" You bite your lips and nod at his question, looking down to your feet that touch Aaron's toes in his work shoes.

"I uh, thought that if you couldn't be with me because of it, I would stop and it wouldn't bother me. I haven't been in a good state of mind, and I didn't really know how you'd react. I can't really judge things like that anyway. I just didn't want to loose the one good thing I feel like I've earned. Being lonely and touch starved really messes with one's mind. Being an introvert doesn't help either." You scratch your neck, kind of nervous to look up.

His hand comes up to your jaw, and you lean into it, the nerves firing with his touch. Being high makes your senses more sensitive.

"I don't mind, if this is what makes you feel happier, and more comfortable." Aaron says, thumb rubbing your cheek softly.

Smiling inro his hand and nuzzling your nose into the heel, you say, "I promise I won't do it all the time. I usually just do it when I'm alone, so I can be free and not bother anyone. I won't ever do it in front of or be around him when I'm high. It's not an escape, just something for the really off days."

"I know, you don't need to worry about that. You're too selfless to worry about yourself when Jack or I are around. I'm just glad to know you do stuff for yourself." He pulls you into a hug, resting his chin on your head, and his arms around your shoulders. His touch feels so relaxing and warm, and you just melt into him.

Thank whatever power above that Aaron fell for you just as you did for him. There's nothing you wouldn't do for your boys. Seems the feeling is mutual.

[hauerhoetime]

Tool - part 2

Billy Hargrove x F!reader

Summary: after the intentions of Billy were reviled to you and you left him at the restaurant the both of you are feeling the pain. Will that pain come to an end?

Tool P1

A/n: thank you so much for the support on the first one it means a lot!! I'm very grateful for the positive response! I hope you all like part 2 just as much :) also I tagged everyone that commented on P1 asking for a P2 hope that's alright!!

It has been a week and four days since you left Billy at the restaurant. For a few days after your date he called almost non stop. You had gotten used to the constant ringing of your phone and once your parents told him to stop calling you almost missed it. Almost.

In favor of the picnic table you began to frequent the school library. You tried your best to get your work done like you did before Billy but it just didn't happen. You fought through a question or two before your mind began to wander. You thought of his smile and his laugh. God his laugh. It echoed through your head like it was taunting you. You may have only almost missed the sound of the phone but you definitely missed the sound of his laugh.

As you sat in the library thinking of him and only him, Billy sat at the picnic table. He sat there every single day with his leg bouncing begging and praying to any higher power that would listen. He was praying for you to show. Every second that passed and you didn't show he felt his stomach drop further. He needed to see you. He didn't care if all you did was scream and slap him. He just needed to see you one last time. It wasn't a want, it was a need.

If you gave him the chance however he would love to explain everything to you. He wanted to explain to you that yeah it started off as a joke and a challenge but by the end of even your first meeting he knew you'd mean something to him; and fuck you meant a lot.

He would lay in bed at night thinking of you. The way you lift your hand up in an attempt to hide your smile but as time goes on your hand peaks lower and lower till eventually your smile is in full view. He thought of the way you seemed to worship routine but always seemed so willing to adjust it for him.

You changed your routine once to accommodate his daily visits at the picnic table and now you changed it yet again to avoid him completely.

This man that used to love being the new found king of Hawkins High was now just a man in shambles. He missed you. He missed your voice, your laugh, and most of all he missed the general feeling of ease he felt whenever you were around. When he was with you his attention was on you and only you; when he was away from you his attention was never on whatever was in front of him. You were on his mind constantly and as the days of you avoiding him continued he was beginning to fear that would never change. He didn't want to forget you but he began to wish he could simply so he wasn't crumbling anymore.

It was eight days of this mental hell for the both of you before you broke. You went to the picnic table. You doubted Billy would be there so you figured you could at the very least have part of your old routine back. You hoped maybe you could go back to the things were before he came along. All of that went away the moment you rounded the corner and found Billy sitting at the table; eyes on you.

He stood from the table but didn't walk closer to you. He stood still waiting for you to make your move. You stood equally as still before you took a step towards him. One step turned into two, three, four, and then you were speed walking.

Billy stayed still but he felt his hope grow. You were in front of him I'm seconds. You stood looking eachother in the eye in silence for a few moments before he finally spoke.

"Will you let me explain?" His voice came out quiet. You only nodded in response. You wanted to hear what he had to say. You wanted to believe him and with that look in his eyes you couldn't help but believe him.

He nodded back to you as he took a shakey breath before he spoke. "I'll admit before I talked to you it was just a challenge. I didn't know you. I never thought that you would be someone I cared about but then I talked to you," he smiled down at his feet and then looked back up to you. "I talked to you for not even five minutes and you made me smile more than anyone else ever has. The more I talked to you the more I forgot about the reason I started talking to you. I asked you on that date because I wanted to. Not for anything else."

You started to tear up at his words. You immediately whispered to him a question. "It wasn't all because of what I told steve?" 

He shook his head so fast his hair shook with him "no. It was that for five minutes and never after that."

You smile and look at your feet as you took a step closer to Billy. Before your final step you were already only a foot away but now your forehead hit his chest with a gentle thud. With no hesitation he wrapped his arms around your back to keep you close.

You whispered just one more question into his chest. "What do you say about giving that date one more try?"

A laugh- his laugh- bubbled out from him causing both of you to shake slightly. You pulled your head up and looked at him with a small hopeful smile as you listened to his laugh. You cherished this. His laugh was all you wanted to hear for the last week and a half and now that you had it you were committing it to memory.

"Yeah sweetheart we can give a date another try. I promise you wont regret it." He beemed down at you clearly filled with more joy than hes felt since you said yes to the first date. He had you in his arms asking to go on a second date when he thought youd never let him even see your face again. He didnt know if he even wanted to let go; scared this was a dream. A dream. What a perfect way to describe how perfect you were to him. You were Billy's dream.

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Where He Belongs - Part Two (Mayans Manny x Wife)

So, I really loved the first part of this and I am so happy to see y'all did too! Same as in Part One wife can be read as OFC or female reader.

Warnings: 18+ only, flashback to a conversation, smutty smut, dirty talk, vaginal and anal fingering, unprotected sex, married sex, happily married Manny, Bella makes an appearance, mentions of future/potential pregnancy

Part Two

It was still dark when Manny woke up the next morning and his wife was still sound asleep in the bed next to him. He waited for his eyes to adjust and then checked the faint red numbers of the alarm clock, still more than an hour before they would have to wake Bella up for school.

He listened to the soft, steady breathing next to him and though it was comforting he could not lull himself back to sleep. Instead his mind wandered, back to Santo Padre.

Not to the events of their civil war or to the unrest between clubs, but to a conversation he had with the older Reyes brother.

~~~~ flashback~~~~

Manny was camped on the couch on the front porch, sipping his beer and texting with his wife. He was grinning at a selfie she had just sent of her and Bella when the door to the clubhouse opened and Angel Reyes walked out.

"What are you grinnin' at your fuckin' phone for?" Angel lit a cigarette as he approached.

Manny chuckled and shook his head, "Busted." He took a sip of his beer and tilted the phone so Angel could see, "My girls."

Angel leaned over to look, out of decency more than interest, until he actually saw Manny's wife, "Damn."

"Mhmm." Manny grinned and locked the phone and shoved it in is his pocket. They stayed in silence a minute.

Manny noticed the awkwardness of the moment but was observant enough to know that Angel hadn't left yet for a reason.

Halfway through his cigarette Reyes spoke up again, "She one of the club girls?"

With a laugh Manny shook his head, "Nah, I known her since I was a teenager. Never had nothin' to do with all this till we got together." He took another sip of his beer, "She grew up on a ranch on the border, but her uncle runs a mechanic shop in town. She worked the front counter all through high school. Now she does the books and runs the office for him." He chuckled, "I bought this old piece of shit, junker car my junior year 'cause she had just started helpin' him out. I don't even know how much money I spent on that piece of shit buying parts just so I could talk to her a minute or two."

"That's just sad." Angel scoffed but settled against the railing. "That's some real, sickly sweet, high school sweetheart shit."

Manny laughed, "Nah, don't get it twisted, she didn't give two shits about me back then. Just another punk ass kid wastin' her time."

"She come around though when you patched in?" Angel assumed the bad boy vibe won her over eventually. Sucking his teeth Manny shook his head, "We were just barely talkin' finally when I prospected in. She didn't hate on it but said she didn't really understand it either. I still don't think she was planning on sticking around at that point." Manny hid another smile against the mouth of his beer bottle. "She'd got to know some of the guys, few of their old ladies, how the club thing worked. By the time we got pregnant I think she finally had figured out they were like a surrogate family for me."

"You knock her up on accident?" Angel snarked at the other Mayan but secretly was hoping Manny might have some more 'sage advice'.

"Shit, any of us ever do it on purpose?" They both laughed, "I wasn't even old enough to buy my own beer, she was in her first month of college... last thing we planned on was havin' a baby."

"That when y'all got married?"

"Fuck no!" Manny threw his head back with another laugh, "I mean listen, I tried, but she wasn't havin' it." He shook his head and kicked his feet up on the porch rail. "Once we got done panicking, we talked it out, she decided she wanted to keep it, I knew I wanted her and the baby, so I did the right thing." Another smile, "And she shot me right the fuck down."

Angel furrowed his brow, "For real?"

"Mhmmm..." Angel was confused, flabbergasted, "But y'all are married?"

"Yeah, only took me like five damn tries!" Manny was enjoying retelling the story too much. He had softened up and felt like oversharing. "Our little girl was standin' up, saying 'mami', 'papi' before we actually got married." With a chuckle he added, a little softer, "The first time I asked her, right after she decided she wanted to keep the baby, she looked me dead in the eye and said, 'Emanuel, I love you, but I can't marry you. We aren't ready yet.' And every time I asked her after that she said the same thing, 'Not yet."

"You put up with all that? Stuck around?" Angel still squinted, brow furrowed, cigarette forgotten.

"Fuck yes I did. I knew we were the real deal. Lookin' back she was right. We were stupid kids tryin' to raise a kid. We didn't know what the fuck we were doing. But, we loved each other, we both knew that, and we loved our little girl. We mighta done some shit out of sequence, but we figured it out, and we're stronger and smarter for it."

Angel found himself nodding repeatedly, mind racing, "And so she just... is okay with all this shit? I mean she had your kid, she married you. Now she's stuck at home with the kid, by herself, while you're a state away doin' some outlaw shit."

Manny snorted, "My lady man, I hope you get to meet her one of these days, then you'll see. Her life don't revolve around me and the shit I get up to, she's got her own life, she only does old lady shit when she needs too." His face hardened suddenly, "But nah, she's not the kind of old lady that you leave sitting at home feeding your babies and waiting to suck your dick when you get back from a run. That ain't the move brother. Your woman, she's your partner, you and her against the world. Want some advice? You, your woman and this baby you're about to have... don't forget that all that exists outside of the club. We don't always get to be there to make sure the car gets fixed and the bills get paid, so make sure she knows how to handle shit. Make sure she knows that when you're gone you're bustin' your ass to get home and that when you are home... you're really there."

~~~~ end flashback~~~~

Laying in bed in the dark he remembered when Canche had given him the same advice all those years ago. He smirked, Canche had seen clear as day that the two of them would make it. He'd told both of them so at different times in those early, uneasy days.

Next to him she shifted in her sleep and Manny couldn't help but reach for her, pull her naked body back against his own and sigh into her hair. His grip on her was tight and he had to fight back the flinch when he felt fingers brush against his arm.

"You okay?" Her voice was faint and half asleep.

"I'm okay mama, go back to sleep." He whispered back, kissing her shoulder as he gave her a reassuring squeeze.

She sighed and wiggled a little in his grasp before settling, "Feels good."

Manny smiled and hummed against her shoulder, dropping another kiss there. His hum turned into a soft groan when she wiggled against him again, "Mama…"

"Hmm?" She shifted slighty, twisted her body to look over her shoulder. The motion causing her hips to twist just slightly, so that his rapidly hardening dick settled perfectly between her ass cheeks.

He groaned again, flattening his hand out wide over her stomach, pressing her tighter against him, "Now I know you're playin' with me." He could hear her smile, that's how well he knew her, she made no sound or movement but he could feel her smiling in the short distance between them.

"That sounds good too…" With the obvious smile in her sleepy, morning voice, she guided his hand lower until she parted her legs slightly and encouraged him to touch her there.

Confidently he swiped his long, middle finger through her folds and could not control the thrust of his hips against her when he felt she was silky smooth and soaking wet. "Jesus baby." He breathed in her ear as he tugged her as close as possible and repeated to motion. Her hips twitching as he grazed her clit with the rough pad of his finger, "Want me to play with you?" He ground his erection against her hip searching for some relief while he waited for her answer.

"Yes please." She craned her neck searching for his lips.

Even in the dark he found them easily. He devoured her, kissing her long and slow, sloppy. He brought the arm behind her head up and held her there, head cradled against his bicep as he kissed her. His other hand continued to swipe the same, long, lazy finger through her folds over and over again, not stopping until he had to pull himself away to breathe. "Roll over." He breathed against her lips and savored the soft drag of her body against his as she rolled over and settled onto her stomach.

She wiggled, knowing what was coming. She loved this. When he would lay her on her stomach and tease her, please her, shower her sleepy body with the attention it craved early in the morning.

His right arm stayed tucked under her head and his body stayed close to hers, but his left hand wandered. Smoother, wide and warm, over the soft expanse of her back. In long, slow, strokes he would caress from her shoulder blade, over her ribs, over her hip and down to the swell of her ass. Dipping between her legs there to tease one single finger through the wetness before sliding his hand up the line of her spine. Where his fingers would circle the back of her neck and apply the slightest pressure before sliding further up her neck to sink his fingers into her hair to massage her scalp.

Manny would continue this motion over and over, occasionally varying his path or pressure. Sometimes he would graze the side of her breast or his fingers would reach a little further around her throat before he applied some pressure. She knew from experience that he could do this for hours depending on how he felt or how she responded.

This morning he was greedy. He eventually began to slip his hand under her completely to grope her breast, dragging her nipple between his fingers as he pulled away. His hand would paw at her ass cheek, squeezing it, jiggling it, even daring to spank her once, sharply enough to hear loud and clear in the silence. Worst of all… or best depending… he began lingering longer and longer between her legs. Finally pushing a finger, that same long and well practiced middle finger, inside her making them both moan. Then he added another and began to move them in and out, only once or twice before he would remove them and use them to drag her wetness over her puckered asshole.

This motion earned him a jerk of her hips each time and eventually he gave up on everything but that. He would fuck his fingers into her until her hips raised off the bed, begging him for more. Then he would remove them from her pussy to circle them around her second hole sending her hips back to the bed and her muscles clenching.

She was moaning into her pillow, breathless and wanting, her arms folded underneath her head and fingers gripping the sheets. "Manny… "

Hearing his name jerked him out of the trance he had slipped into. He slid his fingers down the crease of her behind and smoothly shoved his middle and forefinger into her pussy as far as they could go. His voice rasped against her ear, "Does that feel good baby?"

"Mhmm." She moaned as she once again raised her hips up from the bed, accepting the lazy thrusting of his fingers in and out of her.

Testing the waters he removed them again to circle around her asshole and she moaned again, this time though she kept her hips raised and rocked her hips the slightest bit side to side in time with his fingers. Manny half moaned, half sighed into the back of her shoulder as he continued.

Manny was an ass man and his wifes was perfect. He loved the way it looked in her jeans, the way it fit in his hands, the way it tasted on his tongue, the way it felt on his cock. She loved when he played with her there, teased her there with his fingers and his tongue. And much to Mannys enjoyment she would occasionally be in such a mood that she loved having him fuck her there.

This morning wasn't one of those moods, he could tell, but she was a horny, writhing mess, falling apart beside him as he alternated between sticking two long, thick fingers deep in her pussy and then pressing the tip of his ring finger into her puckered little asshole.

"You gonna come for me mami? Want me to keep playing with you?" He once again circled some of her own wetness around her hole before teasing his finger through the tight muscle. When he removed that finger he sucked her earlobe into his mouth and bit down on it gently before whispering in her ear, "Or do you want papi to fuck you?" and he shoved his two fingers knuckle deep into her nearly vibrating pussy.

That little show earned him a harsh bite to the bicep he was cradling her with but she was moaning while she rolled the skin between her teeth.

Manny smiled and kissed her neck, her cheek and then her lips before sitting up and pulling away from her. He grabbed his pillow, shoving it behind the headboard, then grabbed hers from underneath her, dragging it under the length of her torso to wedge it underneath her hips. He quickly settled behind her and grabbed ahold of her ass with both hands, squeezing and jiggling it before pulling back and landing one more sharp slap against the right cheek.

Her head snapped around and glared at him, one finger pressed against her lips, "Shh!" Her eyes were angry for a split second but immediately went back to pure desire as she took in her husband behind her. The faint light starting to come through the window illuminated his lean and well cut body in the grey early morning light and she could see him mouth out the words, "Sorry baby." While his right hand stroked the length of his cock.

She watched over her shoulder mesmerized as he braced himself on his knees and tugged her backwards to where he wanted her. With one hand he notched the head of his cock against her entrance and the other he splayed flat on her lower back to steady her. He licked his lips and winked at her before he let a drop of spit fall from his mouth to land on her already wet pussy then with his bottom lip between his teeth he used the head of his cock to smear the spit over her opening, mixing it with her own juices, and then pushed his hips forward.

He entered her in one long, perfect stroke and didn't stop until he met the resistance of her cervix.

Beneath him his wife moaned loudly and he leaned forward over her. Hips still rocking in and out as he pressed his lips to her ear and growled, "Better be quiet, remember." With one hand he lightly tapped her on the ass, reminding her of when she had shushed him a bit ago. "I need to put something in your mouth?"

In retaliation to his words she pushed her weight back into her hips and swayed them side to side. Manny lost his rhythm and his balance for a second and fell further forward against her. He hissed against her ear, "Fuck, do that again." She wiggled her hips side to side, as if she was riding him except from the bottom, "Shit, you know I love that mami, come and get it, chase that dick." He pulled out of her about halfway and waited.

Instead she clenched the muscles of her core around him and turned to look at him over her other shoulder, "Rub my clit and I will." She wasn't teasing or being flirty now, only telling him what she needed and he gladly obliged.

Holding his weight up on his left elbow he grabbed hold of her hand from under the pillow, threaded their fingers together and brought them to his mouth. Her pussy clamped down around him again as she watched at an awkward angle. Manny took their fingers into his mouth, two of hers and one of his, and sucked on them. Swiping his tongue around each of them until they were all wet with his saliva. Then he pulled them from his mouth with a pop and expertly moved their hands together, down to rub at her clit.

"Fuck!" She cried into the pillow and her muscles clamped around his cock again, still only sitting halfway inside her.

"C'mon mami, bring that ass back and take papis dick." His words were breathy and harsh against her ear, his breath hot and strained.

Neither of them were going to last long.

When she scooted back and rocked her hips, taking the length of him again they both moaned, more so when she started to sway her hips side to side. Manny bit the back of her shoulder as he fought not to move with her, concentrating on swiping their fingers over her clit in time with her movements and ever so often flexing so that his cock would pulse and jump inside her.

"Shit baby, shit I'm gonna cum… fuck I'm so close, please…" Her voice was still a whisper but it was trembling with the rest of her.

Manny groaned and stroked her clit faster, "I got you baby," He took back control and began slamming his hips into her as hard and deep as he could, "Fuck, I'm right there with you, this pussy is too good mami, so fucking good." His hips were starting to stutter and his thrusts were less controlled. He dropped his weight onto her completely keeping their hands beneath her but now using the motion of his hips and his weight to grind her clit down over their fingers in time with his thrusts.

"Oh god!" Her hips flattened out, chasing the tingling in her clit and Manny was able to go just a little bit deeper.

Hitting that spot hidden deep inside her until he felt her start to shake and convulse under him and around him, "That's right mami, gimme that…" he groaned before he could finish his sentence, his release taking over as he emptied himself into her greedy pussy. He was breathless as he fought to hold his weight off her, his body still jerking and twitching with his orgasm. "Holy shit…"

Every time his body twitched or shuddered his wife's body responded in kind, clenching or pulsing around him and it was a delicious cycle of aftershocks.

They both enjoyed the feeling until Manny noticed the numbness in his hand that was trapped under her hips. He pulled back, pulling out of her with a messy gush of cum and a string of breathy curse words in Spanish. Manny untangled himself from her and fell to the side, trying to catch his breath.

Beside him his wife was still shaking slightly, her face still buried in the pillows.

Manny stroked a thumb over the palm of her hand, sticky with her own wetness, working the circulation back into it until she moved to look at him. Once her eyes met his he brought her fingers to his mouth again to lick and suck them until they were clean.

With a giggle she buried her head back into the pillows and relaxed completely. "Good morning." She mumbled.

Manny laughed, stretched his arms up over his head and sank back into the bedding , "Morning beautiful."

~~~

When she came out of their bedroom showered and dressed in cutoffs and a tank top Manny looked up from the stove with a smile. "Morning beautiful." He threw her a wink as he turned back to the quesadilla he was flipping on the burner.

"Morning mami!" Bella was bouncing up and down on one of the kitchen stools with a mouthful of food.

Manny watched as his wife padded across the kitchen, "Morning mija." She kissed their daughter on the head and then turned to him. She took in the sight of him shirtless and barefoot in just a pair of basketball shorts, "Morning handsome." They gave each other a quick kiss as she passed him on her way to the coffee pot. "Quesadilla's for breakfast?"

"Papi said he'd make whatever I wanted!" Bella spun around on the stool again and again, "So we're having quesadillas and then he's gonna take us to Starbucks on the way to school!"

Manny met his wife's eyes over her coffee cup and winked at her again. "So, you better hurry up and eat if y'all want your Starbucks." He cut up a second quesadilla handing half to her and took a bite of the other half himself.

"Says the one who isn't even dressed yet." She arched her eyebrows at him and leaned against the island next to Bella.

Manny wiped off the skillet and turned the heat off shaking his head. He walked behind his wife on his way towards the bedroom and placed his hands on her hips, leaning to whisper in her ear, "Go ahead ma, pretend you're complainin'." He gave her a pinch to her thigh and kiss to her temple. He spoke up and pointed at Bella, "Okay finish eating and then clean up for mama yeah?"

Bella nodded shoving the rest of her quesadilla in her mouth and hurrying to tidy up the kitchen.

"Happy to have tu papa home aren't you?" She ran her fingers through her daughters hair as she watched her stack the plates in the sink. The smile on her face said it all. "Yo tambien mija, yo tambien."

She helped her daughter clean up and they were done just in time for Manny to come back dressed and ready to go. "Entonces, quien quiere cafe hmm?" Manny ushered them both out the door, his kutte in one hand and keys to his wifes SUV in the other, "Venga, venga, venga!"

Bella went running ahead of them, her backpack bouncing as she ran to the driveway and climbed into the seat before either of her parents could even get out the front door. "The last thing that girl needs is anything with caffeine in it."

Manny chuckled as they walked to the car, "We'll get her teacher a good bottle of wine for teacher appreciation day."

"Very smooth, very smooth. Still though... Starbucks for breakfast, really?"

He smiled as he opened the passenger door and held it open for his wife, "Anything for my girls." He had been gone too long to not spoil them a little.

She drops her voice quieter, "What're you gonna do if we have a boy this time?" Her smile is a little shy but also bright and hopeful.

Manny beamed, "Enjoy a fair fight for a change."

His wife shoved at him playfully, "Just for that I'm gonna do my best to make sure it's a girl. So you're outnumbered the rest your life."

He was still smiling when she climbed into the passenger seat, "You know that's the way I like it." He winked at her as he shut the door and walked around to the drivers side.

~~~

Thank you all for reading!

[t0kidal]

The Alef

“(This is my first fanfic for the series Mairimashita Iruma Kun. The manga and anime are S-tier and everything is super wholesome. About this Fanfic, I hope to make it as a Sullivan’s daughter reader insert/ Iruma’s mom insert, Iruma being adopted in his earlier years, and getting to meet the Teacher trio while they’re in Babyls (Opera, Kalego, and Balam). 

As a first time writer, I thought the concept would be a fun challenge, staying in line with character archetype and canonical lore and plot, whilst putting a new take on headcanons from my favorite fanfics for Iruma-Kun. But, I also understand if (if anyone reads this at all) it’s not to anyone’s taste.

I’m still learning how to write “well” or how to tell stories, so this is very much a work in progress and what I hope will be a lot of fun to try out! TLDR: First fanfic, tips appreciated (including grammatical ones), my heart is soft and squishy pls don’t hurt me.

Inspired By:

“For the Sake of a Smile” by 4ever_Rewritten on Ao3

“Pawprints” and How to be a “Good Person” both by theWunderKind on Ao3)

I do not own Mairimashita / Welcome to Demon High School Iruma-kun. All credit goes to Nishi Osamu. 

Part 2 ; Masterlist)

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As many in the demon world know, the strong rule over the weak. Though one of the three crowns sought to change that, starting at the infamous school Babyls, it’d be a little while till it achieved the prestige duly deserved.

Your steps held no sound as you took a long trek through the halls. While such tricks were far below the Purson clan, they served you well. Slip in, leave the assignment, slip out. Babyls, at this time, was far from a suitable place of learning... at least, for you.

Being left behind was unlucky, suspected lack of the clan’s bloodline magic was worse, and the notion that you were left behind for lacking would destroy you.  Then it’s placing just above passing in the practical exam and having everyone and their mom see it when the results were posted. 

How you managed to survive was a miracle or, as you like to call it, your ambition.

Which wouldn’t be so hard if these damn punks would just. move.

You’ve heard word of the “Top Dog” of Babyls, but weren’t sure if you appreciated the figure for trying to clean up the school, or if you resented them for riling everyone up. “YOU FIT THE BALL ALRIGHT! I’M GONNA MAKE SURE YOU REGRET BEATING UP MY LITTLE BRO!”

...

“Silence.”

Strange... th-..!

Rounding the corner, mouth goes dry, eyes blown wide, and a chill runs down your spine at the sight of the Naberious clan’s youngest, wielding such raw and wild power with perfect control, electrifying in and of itself.

His striking hues meet yours.

“Hm? Another one?”

“Huh?” Yes, brilliant, wonderful, such grace, much eloquence.

“Are you deaf? Are you another one of these bastards?!” He gestures to the second year behind him.

“Ah! uh... No. Just...” Deep breaths, you got this. “Y-you’re in the way...”  “Hah?” As you gesture to the hallway behind him, that he happens to be blocking with his big fuck off lightning puppy, an awkward pause follows.

“Oh, apologies then.” He very promptly leaves. Once he’s gone... “phew...”

Finally, rounding the left, opening the door, 

“Sensei, you could’ve asked for a quieter snack, it was so annoying trying to mute all the chips you asked for.” You toss the bags of chips onto the lump on the couch.

“Hah? Maybe I should change up the lesson plan then..” he mutters, and you can vaguely see him itch his scruffy hair.

You can only sigh at your teacher’s antics... “Honestly, I’d tell you to get your nephew to run your errands, but...” You needn’t say anything to get your point across.

“Hah! That boy...”

You feel a little jealous, their family seemed... a little warmer from your own.

“Welp! I won’t hold you, here.” He passes you a bento.

“... sensei, you didn’t poison this did you?”

“What do you mean?! I made it myself!” “That’s the same thi-” 

“Just scram already, and don’t forget to do your homework.”

“Yeah yeah yeah...”

Now for some peace and quiet... let’s see... “it’s pretty cold today so no punks on the roof...”

Is what you thought.

Only to watch aforementioned nephew get gut punched by who you could only assume was the real top dog.

Only to watch him declare himself the “Guard dog” of Babyls.

Only to be held by the neck- wait what?

“Huh?” Yes, brilliant, wonderful, such grace, much eloquence. “DON’T MOVE! YOU HEAR ME?! DON’T MOVE A MUSCLE!” ‘Oh my..’

“Heh! you let your guard down Morons! Try to fight us and I’ll break their ne-!”

Oh, you didn’t know someone so big could scream so shrilly.

“S-sorry! I’m really bad at controlling my strength so...” says the little bird demon ... a gritty crunch follows that statement.

You also didn’t know someone could look so cute breaking bones.

“DAMNIT WE’LL RETREAT FOR NOW! THOSE WHO CAN STILL MOVE REPORT TO THE ETHOS BATRA! WE GOT BEAT BY THE TOP DOG’S GA-!”

A ringing fills their ears, raising a finger to your lips, you lock eyes with the loud mouth in question and a smile splits your face, “Shhhhhh”

And almost without fail... they’re cut off with silence. 

almost immediately filled with, “HEY WAIT, WE’RE NOT A GANG! THE HELL?!”

~~~

[mionemymind]

College!Wanda yessss. I don’t remember if u posted the tattoo on here before is it too invasive to ask to see the tattoo totally cool if u don’t want to. And So High School by @limarieb was so good, unfortunately I have yet to experience a first love. Like I’ve met people talked and texted back and forth for a little while, only a few got lucky(if u know what I mean lol) but the feelings were always just friendly. I don’t know how to explain really but maybe it has something to do with living in a very small town in Texas, couldn’t come out till after high school, scared to even look at a girl the wrong way. I guess it was really just the stress of everyone else’s opinions that really kept me in the closet for so long. Feels like it took away something but I can’t figure out what. Hey I’m only 24 so there’s so much time for me to find it again, I hope anyway. Oh my god sorry for dumping that on u. On a happy note cannot wait for F1Driver!reader.

-S

Hey S, I wasn’t ignoring you love. Currently in LA with my cousin. However, I think I’ve never shared my tattoo before. I’ve hired someone to create art for me and I’ll share that. But for now, I’m gonna give some anonymity to what actually got tattooed.

But honestly, I’m just glad you’ve come to terms with who you are. Texas is becoming scarier by the minute, so I can understand your precaution in regards to coming out. But 24 is still young. And I have all the hope in the world that the world will give you someone that will give you that high school love, you deserve it!

Also, that F1 Driver!Reader is still being written but I got a fluff idea and I’m literally ready to post but tagging people on mobile is fucking hard 😭

But once I get my hands on a computer, be prepared for some cuteness since I’ve been posting angst lately.

But have a great day S! And here’s the art.

[skinnywalker]

Hi! I’d like to request an Eddie Munson x black!male!reader where the two of them were childhood best friends but the reader starts pulling away from Eddie a bit because he has a crush on him and thinks he won’t reciprocate his feelings so it’s just too much for him to handle, and eventually Eddie corners him and confronts him about his behavior and it ends in fluff! Please and thank you <33

Yes, yes yessssss I love this!!

Eddie my love (Eddie Munson x Male reader)

In the town of Hawkins, two of the scariest things were an outcast and a queer. Y/N was both. He hated the tight social pyramid that had held him in noose for all of the 19 years he'd spent in this shitty town. There was only thing in Hawkins y/n loved and it's name was Eddie 'the freak' Munson.

God, he loved Eddie. That shit-eating grin, those coco eyes, those bubbly giggles when something went well for him. Y/n could spend the rest of his life chained to Eddie and never be unhappy.

Which is why he was now hiding in his bathroom so Eddie wouldn't see him. He couldn't let Eddie see him like this. His whole chest ached with shame.

"Y/n? It's me Eddie? Your mom said you were home?"

He could hear Eddie's gentle footsteps on the stairs

"I know you're home! You can tell me of you don't want to talk"

Closer and closer..

God this was awful

Why did he have to get a crush on Eddie of all people. Now Eddie's going to see him for the crybaby he is.

"SHIT! ARE YOU OK?"

"Please just go. You shouldn't see me like this."

"What happened? Did I do something?"

Y/n couldn't bring himself to answer

"Please Y/n, I'm your friend. I want to know if I did something wrong."

" if I tell you, you'll hate me."

"WHAT?!"

"*sniff* you'll leave me like everyone does. You're to good to be around *sniff* someone like me"

"WHO HAS BEEN SAYING THESE THINGS TO YOU?! You're my best friend! You're the only person in Hawkins who actually gives a shut about me. Y/n..You're the best person in this town. You put up with so much stupid shit. Dealing with all those high-school assholes and their shit parents talking about you like you're some criminal master mind!"

Y/n cracking a weak smile. The parents of Hawkins were never warm to new faces especially non white ones.

"You're the whole reason I've stayed in this shit hole. There is nothing on earth that you could do to ruin the place you have in my heart."

Y/n finally met Eddie's eyes. He never felt so cared about.

"Now tell Eddster what's wrong."

"OK. But you need to promise to not say anything till I'm done."

Eddie nodded

"For as long as we have been friends, I knew you were different. Not just from other kids but different in my feelings. It took me a while to figure out why you gave me butterflies when we sat close or why I was so sweat when you held my hand. Eddie, I can't hide it and I can't be your best friend. I need you to know how I really feel."

The two sat in painfully silence. Before Eddie grabbed Y/n face and melded their lips.

"You have been avoiding me all week has you thi nk I'm cute?"

Y/n looked away blushing

"You know I've been in love with you since we were ten right?"

"What?!"

Why did you think I always wanted to go to the dance?"

"I thought it was cause of Amy?!"

Eddie burst into belly laughter rolling on the floor

"Holy shit! I can't believe you thought I liked her alway this time!"

"Can you blame me?"

"Well glad I could clear that up for you"

Eddie rapped his arm around Y/n's lower back before kissing his forehead

"You're the only good thing Hawkins gave me"

"Dies this means we're still friends?"

Eddie smirked "better than, we're boyfriends"

[abeyyabhishekh]

As today is World Storytelling Day. I have four different short stories to tell you all. Do read only if you want to.

1. Last year, I heard a news of a guy who hanged himself just because he didn't get the girl he loved. His last note read– "I've always loved her. I’ve always been admitting it to you baba, I've always been asking you to let us marry, but you didn't, but now I've nothing left to say.”

He kept dying inside every day till he put a rope to his own neck. At his funeral i heard whispers: ‘violent’, ‘mad’, ‘pagal’, ‘crazy psycho with stupid Romeo love issues'.

2. In high school, there used to be a girl, her classmates used to bully for her dark skin. The mental disorder stuck her, she then used to sit alone, was afraid to make new friends, wasn't interacting with anyone.

She complained and but no-one took any action. She left the school and noone know where she went or where she is now. "She was just overreacting" - our teachers about her.

3. Last month, yet again, the result of my friend said "better luck next time". For the second time he wasn't selected for the course he's been working to get admitted into. And a night, he didn’t sleep a blink. He counted ceiling bricks. He would have counted the stars if he hadn't opened the bottle of imaginary liquor, begging the night to pass.

4. Last evening, 14 yrs old kid was complaining about headache. Her mother kept saying to him "it's just a generic fear before your exam". But I saw that kid cry and burst into tears due to pressure of study and fear of failure and result. His parents would rather believe the contrary than accept that fear in child.

Conclusion: This is to tell you all that mental illness is real, depression is real, fear and anxiety are real. The next time if anyone tell you that they are not okay, then please don’t tell them it’s just a phase. If you can’t help, please don’t worsen it. And, if you are saying that you are concerned, then please mean it. This is very important.

I’ve seen people spending the longest period of their mental illness trying to figure out what’s wrong with them, i’ve seen them refusing to accept that they need help. And it breaks me. 😢

[autistic-rizz-king]

I can't focus on school. I don't know how to explain my quotes because they seem intuitive to how they support my thesis. Also, most of my evidence is from subtext, inferring intention, or recognizing tropes, cliches, and real-world stereotypes. It feels like I'm chained to my bed every morning and I physically can’t get up until I’m late for school. I'm doing so many different things and it feels like too much but I don't know how to just not do them. I'm doing so many things and brushing my teeth is at the bottom of my list. It's something I can easily do but even more easily not. I don't know why I'm like this. I do. I have ADHD and probably autism. It's terrible. I love myself. I’m amazing. But I feel like my brain is constantly self-sabotaging me. I am currently on my period which is a week late because I just started taking a type of hormonal birth control to stop having a period. So my emotions are turned up to eleven. I had a crapy weekend and nothing else in the world right now is helping me feel less crappy.

I have no idea how much I should be prioritizing school. It's not more important than my mental or physical health. I don't think it's more important than my social life. If I fail it miserably or drop out, it's not the end of the world. My life will still go on, and I'll still have different options to survive. But also I'll end up in a box on the street if I don't go to college. Aperently. Both of these facts are according to every adult in my life currently. And they would know best right? They’ve done this all before. They have relevant wisdom to give me, yeah? I’ve never done this before. I have no idea what’s going to happen. I have no reference points at all.

For the past almost 10 years of my existence, my life has revolved around school. I need to finish the next big project or my life will end. I need to get good grades, not cause it matters, but to “build good habits for high school.” no, scratch that, you are still building habits for college. Which you have to go to. But don't feel pressured to go to one. Don't feel pressured to make a decision that will decide the course for the rest of your life. It probably won't even affect the rest of your life whatsoever. Then why even go??? Oh, you don't even have to think about that right now. You're still a freshman. You still have three years till college! But you definitely need to decide by your senior year. So it’s more like two years. Except you should probably already have it figured out by junior year so you can start taking steps to begin your future. So you get one more year free. But that's still a whole year!! unless you take a gap year of course. I don't even know what's up with that. But I literally don't have anything else going on in my life right now, so I might as well plan my whole future. I mean, nothing I'm doing right now matters. Other than getting good grades so my GPA isn't tanked during my senior year. But that's only if you're going to college.

Am I going to college? What else am I supposed to do? I've gone to school my whole life. What, am I just supposed to just stop? Nothing else matters except school. But that's not true. So I fill my life with other things that don't matter. Probably in hopes of proving my life doesn't revolve around school. But also, these things are straight-up fun to do. Am I supposed to care about school because it's my friend and wants to help me? It doesn't feel very helpful. It has consistently been the source of multiple burnouts and breakdowns.

All the upperclassmen that come into class to speak about their freshman year experience, they presented themselves as “delinquent kids” that “screwed their future-selves over” But it's ok! They were able to turn around and now they’re on track to have a successful life. And it's not too late for us!

Oh! Remember to start taking more challenging classes! Because colleges like a 3.8 GPA where you took very very challenging classes much more than a 4.0 GPA where you took very easy classes. So fill your schedual with AP and IB classes now! They don't care if you already cry yourself to sleep every night with just the basic core classes, everyone knows that every single person learns at the same level across all subjects!!!!!! BUT ALSO DON'T FUCKING WORRY ABOUT WHAT CLASSES YOU'RE TAKING RIGHT NOW YOU DUMB MORON!!! YOU'RE PUTTING TOO MUCH PRESSURE ON YOURSELF FOR NO REASON!!!!! You're doing this to yourself. Go to therapy.

I am in therapy. I'm talking about my feelings. And they're talking back to me. We are talking. I'm getting better at not exploding and doing something I'll regret later. Or regret getting punished. But the world is still shitty. I'm still forced to follow the court order the judge gave my parents when they were divorced. I'm still forced to let my father parent me even though he had no parenting experience. But I'm talking about school right now. I guess.

Oh, update. I just lost a big chunk of the data I collected for an experiment in physics I'm doing. No one else is doing my experiment. I'm working alone. I closed the tab and it didn't save. I actually think the project I'm doing is really fun. I'm testing how the height a marble is dropped from and the distance a loop de loop is from where the marble was dropped affects whether or not the marble makes it around the loop. The graph looked really cool and had very clearly defined zones in which the ball made it around, partially made it around, and fully made it around. I don't want to redo it. It takes way too long to set up the track at the right measurements. Oh and apparently a project worth a decent amount of my grade was deleted. My partner was in charge of recording and submission and some weird shit happened.

I don't care. I'm having a bad day. I want to go home. Except I feel incredibly guilty about skipping school because “important” stuff happens in school that can make it difficult for me to catch up. What if I just stop trying in school? I'd probably be a lot happier. If you ignore the immense guilt my loved ones will probably put on me. They’ll say, “But you were such a gifted kid! What happened??” I'm gifted because I'm neurodivergent. I'm exceptionally good at most stuff without trying when first starting out. So people think I don't need help. But suddenly “wait, I'm really struggling. I don't know what to do.” “what do you mean?? You were fine before. Other people your age are doing completely fine. They're getting decent grades, are in extracurriculars, and have grade social lives. And they're not complaining like this.” That’s a lie. My close loved ones probably wouldn't say that stuff. But living in this world is so tiring.

For all the hate I just gave about school, I do think a dedicated place to learn about the world is a very good idea. It’s just adults put an absurd amount of pressure on children to live up to their arbitrary standards. It's sickening. I want to violently unravel the existence of American society and live in a nomadic limbo for the rest of time. One more thing; the world is burning in every way imaginable and I plan my future to distract myself from the fact that I may not even have one.

[artzzyb00-27]

Puck Love

May or may not be inspired by IceBreaker. It's a good book, y'all should read it! The sequel too! This shot is for the Maddie x Chim lovers out there(me) and they need more crumbs. Anyway, College/Hockey/Figure Skating au!

College Hockey players are the worst.

That's what Maddie thought. Being in college as a figure skater did not help. An incident had happened with one of the water pumps and it blew up. Making the hockey team's rink partially melt and partially begin melting. Till management fixed it, they'd have to share it with the figure skating team.

Maddie was not impressed. Competitions were in three months and she needed to focus on her solo. Her brother was on the hockey team but that didn't mean she couldn't hate them.

"They're not all that bad, you know?" Hen asked, her roommate who was studying to become a doctor, snacking on some Fritos and writing down extra-extra notes. Rolling her eyes lightheartedly, Maddie responded.

"Yeah, but they're taking up our time. We need to make a good impression on the people from professional leagues watching us."

"You mean, you need to make a good impression?" Before being able to deny, a knock on their door was heard. Going up to the door, Maddie looked through the peek hole and saw an Asian guy with slightly spiked-up hair, denim jeans, some Converse, and a short-sleeved shirt with Wario on it. Raising an eyebrow, Maddie unlocked and opened the door.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I'm Chim. Well actually Howard, but call me Chimney, o-or Chim. Whatever works best honestly." Huffing a small laugh and smile made the cute guy, Chim, smile. Slightly shaking his head before continuing, "I'm on the hockey team, Buck told me to come here and invite you for a small party we're having at the frat house. As an apology for taking up practice time."

Okay, pump the breaks. Why hadn't Buck come to say this?

"He's busy studying for a test coming up with Eddie." Oh shit, she said that out loud.

"Well, I don't know. I've got some homework to catch up on,... can I bring my friend?" She asked pointing behind her and widening the door. Chim caught sight of Hen and gained a surprised face.

"Hen!?" Her head whipped to the right so fast, it must've cracked a bit.

"Chim!" She yelled running over to the doorway and hugged the smaller man lifting him off his feet.

"You two know each other?" Maddie asked feeling a bit out of place. She only met Hen last year(being a freshman at the time) when they were working on an English assignment together.

"We went to high school together! Didn't realize you came here though. Yeah, you should come if you can! It'll be great to catch up. I have to go, here's the address to our house and the time you should start being expected. Don't feel pressured though, we won't be hurt if you show up or not. Bye, Hen!" As he gave Maddie the small paper, their fingers grazed together making them both nervous. As Chim walked away biting his lip lightly, Maddie closed the door and turned to a smirking Hen.

"What party?"

"Hockey team's throwing a party, wants me to go to apologize for taking up practice time."

"So let's get ready."

"What?"

"You heard me," Yeah she did, she just didn't believe it. Hen usually made sure they both finished their work before doing anything fun. It was responsible and it rubbed off on Maddie after a while. It's the only reason she passed Chemistry last year. She understood it, there was just so much work every other week. "Come on! I haven't seen Chim in years, and you'll be able to lay it on your brother how much you're indirectly annoyed at him."

That was true. She did like doing it. To be fair, Buck did it all the time, so.

"Alright, I'm in."

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"You what?"

"I invited your sister? What's wrong with that?" Chim was confused. What he did was a good thing. Right? Okay to be fair, Buck asked him to tell Maddie to follow him on Instagram to text so he could apologize. Chim just took advantage of wanting dirt on the youngest Buckley. Now he wants to learn ten times more about the elder one.

"You invited my sister, who is a figure skater mind you, to our frat party. When one of our teammates, is responsible for our rink getting fucked up in a prank by CSULB(Long Beach) kids."

"You mean Eddie?" For educational purposes, Eddie hooked up with a girl at Long Beach and didn't know she had a boyfriend. She was a senior and compared to Eddie who was a sophomore, it didn't look good that she got pregnant. To be fair they were drunk and didn't exactly have time to question it. Rolling his eyes, with an emotion not to be mentioned at the moment, he continued on his tangent.

"You do realize this won't end well right? She's not exactly our biggest fan."

"Neither was Natalie."

"Why does your ex matter?"

"Because now she comes to every game despite the situation. She brings muffins after long practices! It'll be fine Buckaroo." Smiling slightly at the nickname, Buck finally went upstairs to get ready. Sighing, Chim started helping Ravi prep some snacks for the party. Indian and Asian cuisine was golden, especially for a horde of drunk and dumb young adults.

A few hours later, the party was going smoothly. Loud, but not enough to be irking the next-door neighbors. Looking around with a cup of punch in his hand, Chim caught sight of Maddie. She was wearing a silk black dress. That went down to her mid-thigh. She was wearing black vans and had light makeup on. Her hair was in a half-up ponytail with the ends curled.

Goddamn, she was beautiful.

"Go up to her then." Jumping at the voice, he saw Hen next to him laughing at his reaction. He must've been speaking out loud. "She's been wanting to talk to you again."

"But-"

"We'll have time to catch up later. I know where you live now, and besides, I think it'll be good for you two to know each other. Maybe more than friends. Just be gentle with her." No promises. That outfit wasn't making it easy. He wanted to slap himself at that thought, they just met. Plus she was his teammate's sister. Recipe for disaster. An amazing one at that.

Throwing the last of his drink down he went up to the brunette, who was currently talking to Buck. Perfect, keeps him under control and gains the trust of both siblings.

"Hey guys." Not perfect. Goddamnit Eddie, why'd your perfect face have to come here right now. Immediately Buck put all his attention on Eddie, slightly putting effort to greet Chim, but was too zoned in on giving the Latino man attention.

"Hey, Maddie." He greeted her, trying to be as nonchalant as possible, but her smile was making it hard. Thin lips with light pink lipstick and some subtle blush. Her eyeliner is sharp with accuracy like her essence. Why'd she have to make his knees weak? Get it together Han!

"Hey there. Party's great so far." Smiling while looking down, Chim couldn't find what to say back except one thing.

"Better that you're here." If blushing through makeup was a thing, Maddie would be trying to hide her face. Smooth talker yet a gentleman. Who would've thought?

Looking for her brother, she saw him leaning against a wall talking to the 'Eddie' guy. Interesting. She could use this.

"They're always up on each other," Chimney explained without needing to hear the question probably through her head. He didn't know when Buck and Eddie became, Buck and Eddie. But Buck was the first one there to calm Eddie down from the panic attack that happened when he found out the reason the rink was rekt. And why Alex(boyfriend of Shannon) was pissed enough to try and confront him in public. "They have each other's back. I think Nash has questioned their closeness as much as we have."

"A slow burn for the ages."

"Let me tell you!" He replied exasperated, making her laugh. Trying to cover it with her hand. Meanwhile, Chim wanted to it down and hear it completely. It wasn't perfect, yet that's what made it perfect. Does that make sense?

So the night went. With them chatting casually. Then chatting in the busy living room, led to them running upstairs after some back-and-forth banter, discussing if an elegant skater was faster at running than a gauche hockey player. Then, that led to small touches and laughter. Then laughter led to small kisses with her face cupped gently in his hands. Said kisses escalating but remaining gentle and questioning the agreement on eventually ending up in the same bed. With said player giving soft aftercare, seeing as she couldn't prop herself up on the bed.

Maybe Buck didn't find out till months later when they were dancing(skating) on the ice and kissing at the end of it. Maybe they played cupid with two boys whose heart eyes weren't unnoticed. Maybe he made sure she had more time to practice and offered to be her critic. Despite thinking she was an angel on clouds even when missing a beat of music time. Sometimes gentle can be rough.

[nella09archive]

Marriage. 62

Chapter 62: An Endanger City and the little Girl that keeps it safe

As I get ready for the new school year, mom reminds me to not forget anything. This time around I figured the perfect route to school, without having to bump into anyone. Also, Bulma was awesome enough to give me a new bike. It’s perfect enough that I can go as fast as I want, but enough that people won’t question my speed. Also, this time around, I learned what was a normal size lunch, for people not to question my eating habits. Last time I got so many weird looks; it was uncomfortable.

As I enter the school building, I spot Erasa and Sharpner by their lockers. I’m still not sure if I should say hi or something. I actually have half a mind to just walk to my locker, and hope I don’t get notice. “Hey nerd boy!” Never mind; Sharpner spotted me. As I walked over to them, I notice that Videl is yet with them. I wonder why. “So, nerd boy, what classes you got this year?” As we shared information, it turns out we have all the same classes this year. What gives? And the worst part of it all, Videl came out of nowhere and took my schedule.

“What a surprise. We got the same classes.” And she slapped my back. What is this girl? Man, if Goten didn’t jump on my back this morning, maybe that slap wouldn’t help as much as it did. And how the heck did I not sense her coming? The rest of the day was uneventful, to P.E class. Usually no teams wants to have me join them, but this time Sharpner volunteered me to Videl’s team. Today we were playing baseball. I’ve read about it, and seen Yamcha play, but I never played. I was so zoned out, till I heard something get hit. I looked up and there was the ball. I caught it, and tried to gently toss it. My gentle needs some work. And everyone gave me weird looks for how high I jumped. Ok, so no jumping too high and staying in the air for too long. Those what normal teens do, right? It’s hard controlling my strength, but I’ll get the hang of it, eventually.

During lunch, I tried escaping to the roof again, just to be followed by these three. They were kind of surprised on the amount I ate, but I didn’t tell them this was just a quarter of my usual. Erasa and Videl ate really small lunches, smaller than what mom eats. Sharpner on the other hand, ate something a bit bigger. It got me wondering, what is a normal size meal for a full human? Bulma and mom eats way more than these two. But maybe case they picked it us with living with sayians. Then again, I never seen 18 or Bunny eat. For all I know, everyone just has different eating habits.

“Earth to Gohan!” That’s when I snapped out of my thoughts. “Man, nerd boy. Pay attention. I was trying to ask, if you’re gonna join any clubs this year.” I looked over to Sharpner.

“Probably not. I don’t really got the time, and stuff.”

“What you mean?”

“I just have stuff to do after school. Like all my assignments, and extra homework.” And helping mom with Goten, sometimes. But I wasn’t going to tell them that.

“Come on nerd boy, live a little.” He then slaps my back. “Forget those damn assignments, you’ll have plenty of time for that afterwards.” Oh, if he knew my mom, he would take those words back in a heartbeat. Just thinking about what mom would say gives me the chills.

…

I can’t believe this! Mom is making me go to school, too! Why can’t I stay home, and play? “Goten, you need an education. So, you’re going to school.”

“But what about homeschool? Why you change your mind now? Gohan was homeschool all the way till now, so why can’t I? why can’t I be homeschooled till high school?”

“Gohan situation is different. He was supposed to start school at 3, but things happened. I tried putting him in school at 6, but other things came up. And since you wasn’t dragged away from me, and have the closes to a normal childhood. I’m going to make sure you go to school like a normal child.”

“But mom! Why can’t we wait one more year?”

“Goten, you’re going to be 6 soon. You’re going to school! And that’s the end of the argument!” She continues dragging me through the hallway, of this supposed school building. This is so embarrassing. “Then walk.” I rather be dragged than do that. So, onward to my new prison. I hope they have yummy food at least. “If not, I packed you a small snack for lunch. And when you get home, you’ll get more food.” Aw man! I’m going to be starving like Gohan now! This just sucks big time!

…

I can’t believe my boys. For goodness sake. I do everything I can to have them happy. I want my kids to be successful and happy adults. I want what’s best for them, and they only think about playing. But I love my kids, and they’ll realize one day I’m doing everything for them. They’re going to be the death of me. But hey, I’ll be happy knowing I did everything I could.

When Gohan and Goten gets home, from their first day, they look like someone took their favorite toy and broke it. When I asked what was wrong, they went on about how school sucks. Goten went on about how loud the other kids were, and he had to cover his ears the whole time. Then how lunch tasted awful. Plus, some kids were being super mean to a girl, for no reason. “Like, she was minding her own business, playing with her dolls. And then this bigger girl just pushed her. It was so not nice! When the mean girl left, I went to check if the other girl was ok. She said how she was used to the other kids bullying her. So, I told the teacher. And don’t you believe. The teacher didn’t do anything!” Goten kept going on and on how it’s not right. And he asked me if he could invite the girl over one day to play.

“I’ll see what I can do. What about your day, Gohan?” He looked at his food, then back at us. He told it was ok, and that he should get a head-start on his studies. After I washed the dishes, I head to his room with his favorite snack. “You sure everything was ok, Gohan.”

“Yeah mom. Just exhausting is all.” Why do I feel he’s not telling me something?

“Well, here a snack, and try to get some rest.” I kiss his forehead and leave the room. My boys are sure something else. I wonder if those high school kids are being nice to my baby.

…

Not even two months in and already I feel like I learned everything. The only class that are slightly a challenge are English, and PE. English mostly because I can’t laugh at what I’m reading. Like come on. Mr. Satan is in everything. And it’s hilarious how they idolize him. And when I’m up to read out loud, I had to hold back a snicker to get through it all. Can you blame me? In one chapter they spoke about the Cell Games. I swear, the way they have it written down would even make my dad laugh.

Now PE was a whole different challenge. Not only did I had to hold back, by a lot, I was put into more team activities. All in thanks to Sharpner and Videl taking turns on who’s team I was on. I don’t know why they fight over who team I’m on. Well more like, whose team I won’t be on. Videl hates it every time she gets stuck with me. Well too bad, not like I want to be stuck with you anyway. “Did you say something nerd boy?” Uh? What in the world? Oh, never mind. It was probably just my imagination.

It’s finally November! I don’t know when or how, but I started keeping track of the days. I was just looking forward to all our off days. Especially since it meant I could sleep in, and just relax in my room. But today was kind of weird. I know Videl is here today, but where is she? Usually she’s in class either before me, or we make it to class at the same time. Just then Erasa gets to her seat. She looks over at Sharpner, and asked him, “So, what was it this time?”

“Nothing big. Just some robbers holding up the bank. Videl probably finished by now.” I was going to ask what they meant, when a certain blue eye girl ran into the classroom. Once she sat her seat, next to Sharpner is when he spoke again. “So, how did it go?”

“Not bad. It was just some thug forgetting his place.” Ok, now I’m just baffled.

“Where did she go?” They all looked at me confused. That’s when Erasa had a shock face.

“That’s right! You probably haven’t even notice, that she even leaves class to help the cops.” She then pulls Videl under her arm, and points at her. “Our Videl here, is a little crime fighter. Whenever the cops are in trouble, she helps them out. Our city is always safe when Videl is at the scene.”

“Wow. Impressive.” I didn’t put much though into what happens around here, once I leave school. Maybe I should check it. Mom probably won’t mind if I come home a few minutes late or anything.

After class, instead of doing my usual route, I just stood on the roof of the school. I followed Videl’s ki, till she was far enough that I could start following her by flight. She so happened to be dealing with another rubbery. Hey, aren’t those the same guys I stopped back when I first started school? How they get out of jail? As I watched, I saw how they were shooting, and were aiming at the cop cards. Videl seem to work her way around all the cars, as she tried getting closer to the robbers.

She was able to take the big guy out with one kick. Impressive. She then handle the other two pretty well. But then I saw one with a rocket launcher, aiming at her. This isn’t good. I turned super sayian and quickly got the rocket, and left the scene before anyone even saw me. I threw the rocket to the air, and continued watching what Videl was doing. And she deals with this on a regular bases? That’s not right. It’s actual plain dangerous. Well, maybe I could ask Bulma for some help. Like a disguise or something, so I can help out. At least, when she needs it. Hey, it’ll almost be like I’m playing superhero, too. That sounds fun.

Once I see Videl hand over the robbers, is when I finally flew off to Bulma’s. When I get there, she just working on another bike. Boy, she just loves her bikes. I then tell her my little situation, leaving out the Videl part, and she agrees to help me. She tells me to just give her a bit, and I go in search of Trunks. Maybe we could play video games while I wait. I end up facing Vegeta, and he’s giving a weird look. “Disgusting slacker.” Well nice to see you too, Vegeta. As he’s about to walk away, he turns to me one more time. He then looks speechless. What did I even do? “You got to be kidding me. Who is she?” WHAT?

“What in the world are you talking about?” He then looks me over one more time, and then walks off. What just happened?

…

That was strange, it felt like someone was watching me just now. How bazaar. Also, that guy with the launcher, he looks like he seen a ghost. Once I handed these guys over, I notice something moved really fast on the roof. What in the world?

[billthedrake]

BACHELOR PAD (PART ONE)

It's fucked up, but we didn't even talk about it for a whole year. Pretty much every night my father and I were having sex, and we didn't begin to process it.

Dad was living with me after the divorce. He was a high school math teacher and soccer coach, as well as a youth pastor in our church. Loved in the school and the community. Married with three kids. Until he got caught having an affair with a former male student. Matt Adams, a soccer jock two years younger than me. Cute fucker - Dad had good taste, I'll give him that.

It was a hell of a way to come out. Apparently the two had been having an affair for a few years, back even when Matt was a senior and one of Dad's students. It was the town scandal, and Dad lost his job immediately. Mom was devastated and I got a teary, desperate phone call from Dad, apologizing for wrecking our lives.

"I hate to ask, Joe... but is there anyway I can come stay with you for a couple of days? Amy and Eric have stopped talking to me," he said, referencing my sister and younger brother. "I don't have anywhere else to turn."

Maybe I should have been upset at Dad, too. I mean he did the stupidest thing imaginable. Matt fucking Adams? Like my whole hometown wouldn't find out. But I'm gay and had a tough time coming out. I could only imagine what it was like for a man my father's age, in such a conservative, religious environment.

I'd been the one to move an hour and a half away, to the big city, to escape all that. My family accepted me in a quiet, maybe begrudging way. They'd be less accepting now if I took Dad in, but fuck that.

"Of course, Dad," I said. "Stay as long as you like."

"It'll just be a couple of days, till I figure things out," he said.

***

It was more than a couple of days, a lot more.

Dad looked like hell when he showed up. He still was wearing his normal button-down, pleated khakis and dad sneakers, but looked like a lost soul out of place. He gave me a long, tight hug. "Thanks, Joe... this means the world to me, buddy." I felt almost embarrassed. But I deflected by playing host. I didn't have a big place but tried to set up the couch to make it as comfortable to sleep on as possible. I showed Dad where the fresh towels were and told him I'd stock up on groceries the next day.

That seemed to get him. He held back tears, but barely. I got the sense Dad was dead broke. Mom was always the one to handle the finances and I wouldn't be surprised if she froze him out of the joint accounts.

"Thanks, buddy," he said, mustering the determination to look me in the eye. "OK, if I get some sleep? You have your workday tomorrow."

"Yeah," I agreed. Another tight hug, then I went to my bedroom. I was way concerned and wondered if I was doing the right thing. I mean, I didn't condone what Dad did. But I knew I'd want my parents to love me even if I fucked up. I was going to be there for Dad, even if the rest of my family stopped talking to me.

Dad was already up and showered when I got up for work. The coffee maker was going and I saw Dad folding the sheets up neatly. He was wearing only a pair of shorts and I stopped in surprise at how fit Dad was. His thick ex-jock body was now trim, and I could see the muscle in his back ripple with his motions. The man had always had a solid build, and in my moments of self-awareness I knew he very much defined the kind of ideal man for me. But he'd clearly hit the gym lately, and watched his diet. I wondered how much of that was for Matt Adams, or other men.

The view of the front as he turned around was just as spectacular. Round pecs, just the right amount of fur, taut core, kept from six-pack perfection only by the kind of normal padding middle-aged guys have. That body was incredible on anyone, but for 50 it was an achievement.

"Hey son," he greeted, more chipper in the morning. "Early bird gets the worm right?" For such a stud, Dad could be hokey as hell. It's what worked for him as a teacher and youth minister. It was hard for me to square that version of the man with the one who cheats on his wife of 27 years with an 18-year-old ex-student.

"Sleep OK?" I asked.

"Like a lamb," he said. "I think I needed a good night's sleep. It's been a while." Unlike last night, the sad statement was accompanied by Dad's normal, positive demeanor.

"Glad to hear." I heard the coffee maker gurgling from the other room. "Ready for some coffee?" I asked. I wasn't good for much conversation before my first cup.

"Definitely."

I wasn't too chatty, still waking up. After graduation, I adjusted from being a college night owl to a 9 to 5 schedule, but I wouldn't say the adjustment was easy. Dad kept up the conversation for the two of us, telling me his plan for the day, to go out and look for a job.

"I'll get out of your hair soon, Joe, promise," Dad said contritely, his blue eyes having both a youthful vitality and grown-up maturity I hadn't seen before. I knew it had to kill him inside to have the parent-son relationship reversed.

"You're not in my hair, Dad," I sighed, standing up and patting him on the shoulder. "Seriously, it's great to have you here. Maybe not the best circumstance, but great nonetheless." I gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze. "I do have to shower up... my morning schedule's pretty tight. But make yourself at home."

Dad nodded.

"Love you, Dad," I added. I'd said those words many times over the years, but I figured Dad could use them now.

"Love you, too, son."

***

It took three days, but Dad was all smiles when I got home on Friday. He was dressed in his preppy khakis shorts and polo shirt. I wondered if he'd ever stop dressing like a youth pastor.

"You are looking at an officially employed man," he beamed as soon as I set down my keys and mail and joined him in the living area.

"For real?" I said. I knew it had been weighing on him, and I was glad for my father.

He nodded, excited, like a kid. "Let's get some dinner and I'll tell you about it."

We kept dinner casual. I wasn't sure of Dad's budget, and I reserved nicer meals for when I had a big date, which unfortunately hadn't been in a while. But we enjoyed tacos and a beer in the warm spring evening. And Dad filled me in on his job.

I figured Dad was blacklisted from teaching, and he confirmed that he didn't exactly have the best job references now. But there was a landscaping company that needed strong hands. Dad fit the bill, and I guess his hokey can-do spirit paid off.

"I start tomorrow," he said. "It's their busy season, so it'll be 7 days a week at first, lots of overtime." For a man committing to a grueling job, he seemed strangely excited. "The pay's OK... it might take me a while to save a deposit for an apartment here.... I took a look at rents here, wow... pretty steep."

"Yeah," I laughed sympathetically. "But seriously, Dad, stay at my place as long as you like."

"I may need to," he admitted. "But thanks, Joe. I don't want to make it any longer than I need to. You're a good looking single guy, you don't need your dad cramping your style," he teased.

"You're not cramping anything, Dad," I assured him. "It's been a dry spell lately. But when I want to go on a date or whatever, I'll do it."

Dad got a sly look. "Even the 'whatever'," he grinned. "You want to have a guy over, just let me know and I'll give you as much privacy as you need." This was a total 180 from the man who took me aside and told me quietly that my parents weren't ready for me to bring a boyfriend home on holidays.

"Dad..." I laughed nervously. I wasn't used to my sex life being under my parents' scrutiny.

Dad wouldn't let up though. He got that hokey teacher expression. "All right I get it... you gay guys sure have nice, chaste courtships these days."

I laughed though a part of me wondered if Dad included himself in the "gay guys" category. And cynically, I thought he should have been a little more chaste, so he wouldn't be in the predicament he's in now.

***

Dad was on his job almost a week before I took pity on him. He had back-breaking work, even tougher for a man his age, despite his physical fitness. Sleeping on the couch wasn't helping. So as he got the sheets out to set up the couch, I stopped.

"Come on, Dad, you can share my bed," I offered.

"Son..." he started to object.

"It's big enough, and you need a proper sleep. Come on." I was too weary for an argument, this just made more sense. Dad acquiesced and followed me to the bedroom, us turning off the lights behind us.

I didn't want to perv on my old man, but it was nice seeing him slip down to some snug briefs as we got ready for bed. Maybe I was imagining it, but Dad seemed to be appraising my body. I kept in shape and hit the gym regularly and was starting to get a trim, muscular build I was proud of. Dad's eyes made me prouder, even if it was a normal parent's assessment of how much his kid's grown up.

We slipped into bed. I was tired after a long and ready for sleep. But Dad seemed more awake.

"Thanks again for everything, Joe," he said, not mopey, not hokey. Just completely sincere.

"Dad..." I objected. I wanted him not to feel so much in my debt.

But he scooted in and gave me a hug. It was nice. The affection from my father. But it was more than that. His warm, muscular body. That soft fur. His masculine scent.

I'd been working though some daddy issues, I guess. I mean, I tended to date guys my own age, but it was incredible hot to hook up with an older man. But none were as hot as my father. I knew my dick was firming up but I figured I had a couple of seconds before Dad would notice.

Dad didn't give me a couple of seconds. He pulled back and his mouth found mine. I don't know if he somehow read my desire for him. Maybe he was just thinking with his dick, like he had with Matt Adams. Because we were outright kissing now. Lips parting, tongues meeting.

Holy mindfuck. I knew incest was wrong, or at least very forbidden. But that forbidden nature just made me hard as nails as we made out and our warm bodies came together.

Then, I felt Dad's palm cup my hardon in my briefs. This was not a tentative man. Dad was horny and very openly massaging my cock.

I leaned back and watched Dad playfully slip my underwear down over my hardon, down my legs. I helped him the rest of the way, kicking them off as Dad got naked, too.

My eyes widened to see his cock, my father's cock, erect and ready for sex. Still, a nervousness hit me, along with an awareness that Dad and I were about to cross a line we couldn't uncross.

Dad crossed it for me, quickly leaning over and gripping the base of my cock to pull it toward his lips and right into his mouth.

I watched wide eyed as my father blew me, bobbing his head up and down several inches of dick in steady, amazing strokes.

I have to admit, I was never very much an oral sex kind of guy. I liked licking and sucking on a man a little as foreplay, and sure, I'd enjoy that treatment, too. But I'd never had a man who sucked me like Dad. Maybe this is what I was missing the whole time, I thought as I leaned back and felt his steady, skilled motion and suction bring me off.

"Oh fuck!" I hissed and like that I was cumming in Dad's mouth, hard. Seriously, I didn't know coming from head could feel this good. It was a different kind of intense than fucking, and I knew I was hooked now.

Dad finally pulled off, a proud smile on his face. A wicked part of me wondered how much practice he had.

It certainly turned him on, cause he had a coating of his own seed in his fist as he relinquished his cock.

***

I couldn't help it. I guess Dad couldn't either. We repeated it the next night. And again the following. It became a nightly routine for us. Stripping down, even past our underwear. Me throwing hard before I even got into bad. Dad as well, most of the time. Sometimes we were in a playful mood, sometimes it was matter of fact. We kissed briefly before sex but never after. We didn't really talk about anything, we just had oral sex.

But each night we became more open about it. Keeping the sheets off. Leaving the lights on and the blinds closed so we could appraise each other. Then Dad and I would scoot our bodies together and make out. Not taking our time and not rushing it. In due time Dad would move down and start taking me into his mouth. Slowly, lovingly working me to orgasm.

I returned the favor a couple of times and loved it. The excitement of having my own father's dick in my mouth was an incredible thrill. Feeling his cum pulse into my mouth was even more mind blowing. Dad seemed to realize, because once he came he looked down at my renewed erection. "You need another go, son?" he offered. I nodded and knelt up to offer him my dick once more.

That became my favorite position, I decided. Dad's head propped back on a couple of pillows and the head board as I fed him my prick. The next night, I repeated it for my first round, silently gesturing Dad into place before we even met for a kiss, I knelt up and offered Dad my hard cock. The man's strong hands were on my thighs, telling me he was good to go. So I fucked his mouth for a deep, quick orgasm.

***

I knew it was wrong, and I spent half of each morning going through my head a plan to stop it. Dad wasn't forcing himself on me, I could easily say no. But I was having the secret affair of a lifetime. And the damage was done. Dad and I had already crossed the line. Repeatedly. What was another blowjob, another kiss?

Still, we kept some unspoken boundaries. We didn't talk about sex. Even at night in the bedroom, it was mostly silent communication between us. Outside my room, it was just me and Dad being son and father, even if our relationship had changed now that Dad was living with me.

The man worked hard, I'll give him that. His normal hokey self was quieter now when he got home from an overtime shift. He was physically drained, and I gave him space. And he somehow sensed when to give me mine.

One night I did mention something to him about his long days.

"Overtime," he replied with a game shrug.

"Been doing a lot of that this week," I observed.

He nodded. "Yeah, Joe. I'll take as much work as they throw my way. Divorce lawyers are expensive as hell. At least the good ones."

"Sorry, Dad," I said, regretting I'd brought up a sore subject.

"Nothing for you to be sorry about, son," Dad said, getting that tone he'd given when he'd lectured me or my siblings growing up. "It's my own dang fault I'm in this mess."

That night was the first night in a week and a half that Dad and I didn't have sex.

***

I was a little down the next day. Maybe I'd become addicted to Dad's blowjobs, but deep down I knew a good thing couldn't last. Particularly when that good thing was goddamn incest.

Emotionally, I wanted to see my father happy. I knew it would take him a while to get to that space, but I was glad to help him out. Indeed, the rest of my family was giving me the silent treatment. I'd occasionally get a terse text from my sister Amy, and I gathered she'd been designated the one to communicate with me. I was down about the whole thing, but I also knew I'd done the stand-up thing.

I guess my mood had picked up by the time I got home, but it didn't match Dad's chipper mood. It was Friday evening, so I wasn't surprised to see him home before me, but I was surprised to see he'd already started on a beer. Growing up, Dad would occasionally indulge in one Bud Light when the occasion called for it, but now he was popping open a cold one like a real blue collar dude.

"Hi there, Joe. Got paid today," he announced with a proud smile, nodding down to a fat envelope on the table. "Half went to my lawyer," he said. "But the rest is for you. Should at least cover groceries and utilities."

"Dad..." I objected, taking a seat across from him.

"I'm serious, Joe," Dad said firmly. "I may not be Father of the Year right now, but I'm not gonna sponge off my own son. At least not too much," he winked.

I saw how much this meant to Dad. He'd lost his whole life, he didn't want to lose his pride, too. I picked up the envelope. "All right... as long as I get to treat us to dinner tonight."

"Deal," my father said. He took one more swig of beer and stood up. "Let me clean up," he said and peeled off his gray-heather T-shirt from his landscaping company.

God, my dad was hot as fuck, I had to admit. Somehow the manual labor had made his body even harder and fitter since he'd moved in. I tried not to stare, but he seemed to invite my gaze. Furry muscle that was getting more toned by the day, tan lines developing on his arm and neck. My initial thought was Matt Adams had been one lucky bastard. Then, I thought, more evilly, I was even luckier. Cause this was my Dad. Dirty blond, blue eyed math teacher with a dark side.

As he made his way to the hall to go shower off, I popped a boner. Looking at my own father. I massaged it a little, teasing its hardness, then figured I needed to get myself under control and go to change into something more casual myself.

Dinner was our regular casual taco spot. My father couldn't stop talking, but I was glad to see him in a cheerier mode. He even gave me the blow-by-blow with the divorce proceedings, but instead of the normal wistful tone, he had that fighter mentality I'd rarely seen in him. At least not in a long time. I didn't take his side entirely - I mean, Dad fucking cheated on Mom, and she had every right to be hurt and angry and unforgiving. But I also knew their separation was complete and permanent, and Dad needed this final break to move on.

"Listen to me, talking your ear off, Joe," he finally caught himself, leaning forward. I remember being so attracted to him at that moment. His clean-cut youth minister looks, his hunky DILF body, his furry knotted forearms. "Tell me everything about work."

I was very independent, almost defiantly so since coming out. I never asked my parents for career advice, but that evening I opened up to Dad, getting his feedback as I weighed the possibility of looking for a higher paying job elsewhere.

I could see his reaction, visible if silent. Happiness I was bringing him into my life like that. I could see I'd hurt him by walling him off for the last six years, but he also knew at that moment he'd hurt me. A lot went unsaid that evening, but we just enjoyed talking, and Dad - Mr. One and Done - lifted up his beer glass.

"Another, son?" he asked. "It's been a hell of a week."

"How about back home?" I offered. "I'm driving."

Dad's good mood was infectious, and even though it was still early when we got home, I looked at him with a smile. "What do you think of getting into bed a little early?" This was the closest we'd come to discussing our sleeping arrangement.

Dad's eyes twinkled. "You bet," he said. With a lustful look toward me, he pulled up the hem of his polo shirt and lifted it off. There was that amazing furry upper body again, displayed for me. I followed suit and got an ego boost as Dad looked me up and down.

"You have an amazing body, Joe," he said softly. "Perfect, really."

I stepped up and reached out to touch his bare flank. His flesh was warm and felt great. We met for a kiss, the first time we'd kissed outside of my bedroom and that felt extra taboo for a reason.

Dad and I made out, feeling a strange, stronger passion than normal. I almost didn't want to break our kiss, but I finally pulled and patted his side. "Let's go back to the bedroom," I said.

Dad got undressed first, leaning back onto the mattress and spreading his meaty legs some. His dick stood straight up. It looked so much like my own, but clearly an older man's cock - hairier crotch, lower balls. I wanted to suck him.

Slowly I climbed on bed and ran my hands up his calves and quads as he smiled down on me. "I appreciate everything you've done for me, Joe. Like you couldn't believe," he said.

"Is that why you're having sex with me?" I asked in a worry. "To pay me back?"

He shook his head, almost nervously. "No. I guess I've always fantasized about this... just seems so unreal it would happen."

I leaned in and licked dad's nuts, which made him exhale a sharp breath in excitement. "Fuck yes, son." Dad usually only cursed when he was really mad. Or in bed, it turns out.

I playfully ran my tongue along those furry testicles, getting off on the idea that they'd made the seed that had fathered me. It was a magical connection.

I pulled back and stared at those magnificent paternal genitals. Dad erect, nuts hanging in perfect readiness beneath his thick stalk. "I've jacked off to roleplay porn... you know dad-son stuff... but it doesn't hold a candle to this." For all we'd done, it still felt like I was taking a chance mentioning this.

"No it doesn't," Dad said simply. I looked up at him. A sexual look was on his face, but so was pure affection. This was fucking with my head in the biggest way, but I was gonna embrace this. Ever bit of messiness of fucking around with my own dad. "I watched porn like that too," he said softly. "A lot. Only I couldn't find much where the son's the top." The man seemed to shake with his own admission.

My body was shaking now, too. I watched Dad question me with his eyes. "Yeah, I prefer it that way too," I said. Letting the words hang right there between us.

Dad grinned and spread his legs and started pulling them back. His body hair is light colored and fine so the thickness of it leading from his balls to his pucker was a real sight. I leaned in and I kissed my father's asshole.

"Oh fuck, Joe!" I heard and that was all the encouragement I needed. I started eating Dad out. Really going to town munching his hot hole. I didn't know how much Dad got fucked. I had a pretty good sense Matt Adams had done the honors. My goal was to make Dad forget Matt fucking Adams.

The more I licked and tongued him, the more Dad leaned back and pulled his legs back and wide, giving me full access. Finally, I withdrew a few inches to visually examine the spit-wet daddy hole.

Dad's voice was hoarse with need. "You gonna fuck me, son?"

I looked up into his eyes. There was Dad, my loving father, but it was also like I was looking at a different man. Horny. Needy. A muscle hairy piece of fuck meat. A million fantasies clashed in my brain and made my hardon surge.

I took my time lubing Dad's hole up. He just lay back and spread his legs and let me at it. "You've got an amazing cock, son," he hissed.

I responded by nudging my erection into the soft crinkled hole and pressing right inside him. Holy fuck, this was incredible. The physical sensation of the heat and soft grip of his anus, but the mental side, too. Topping my father.

For all the roleplay I'd fantasized about, this was a mostly silent fuck, me and Dad communicating with our eyes and our bodies as my thrusts slowly built up speed and urgency. He held his legs back and explored my chest and sides and that clear interest in my body fueled my own desire.

As we fucked and climbed closer to orgasm, I savored every second. The evil part of me was now glad my parents were divorcing. Dad was mine now.

That idea made my nuts boil over. "Dad...!" I cried urgently, warning him without putting into words that I was about to cum.

That got a deep growl out of my old man. "Go for it, Joe.... fucking seed my ass!"

I did, my lungs groaning like trampled bagpipes. I was riding the high of one of the best cums of my left. Maybe THE best cum of my life. But Dad wasn't far behind. Driven to new heights of lust he frigged his cock and then I watched, blurry eyed as heavy ropes of my father's sperm flew all over that chest hair.

"Damn," Dad hissed when I finally pulled out and rested on my haunches and my dong fell soft and satisfied between my legs. "Can't believe we just did that."

I ran my hands up his shins now that his legs were resting back on the bed. "Regrets?" I was scared of the answer but man enough to know I needed to find out.

He shook his head. "Not really. I mean, I should, but... fuck."

"Yeah..." I grunted leaning forward to embrace him. "Fuck."

[itsallyscorner]

hey. can u do part 2 to the’ Being a High School Student on A Marvel Set’? :)

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Period Buddies

Pairing: platonic!Sebastian Stan x teen!reader, platonic!Anthony Mackie x teen!reader

Summary: I’m currently on my period so I wrote this to help me cope:) Basically Anthony and Seb being the biggest and supportive guys to you during your period:)

Warnings: Umm not much, some mentions of blood and periods.

Hello my love!💞 Thank you for the request! I was actually planning on making another ‘High School student’ fic with the Marvel cast, so I decided to use that idea for this request! I hope you like it🥰 Also sorry I haven’t uploaded a fic in a while; I was lacking motivation to write and school was pretty hectic😭 Thank you for your patience my loves x

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fluturaș - little butterfly

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You were laid out along your couch in your trailer, a fluffy Sherpa blanket wrapped around you and your head resting atop two soft pillows. You were laid on your stomach, the pressure of the couch slightly helping with the stinging pain in your lower abdomen. Your geography teacher was teaching via Zoom, though your laptop was on the coffee table that was inches away from you; knowing you weren’t feeling your best, you’ve decided to stay on the couch for school and moved the table closer to the couch so everything was within your reach. You had been lazily taking notes—or attempting to with the remaining energy you could muster up.

You had been surprised by the devil himself when you woke up earlier today at around six in the morning. You knew your monthly was coming; with the constant cravings, body aches, and the newly developed pimple gracing your face, your period was around the corner. And you were right, a dark red stain was splotched onto your white floral bedsheets when you woke up today. What a way to start the morning.

Yes, no woman ever felt their best during their period. You were always bloated, hungry, and blood was constantly flowing out of you, yet you were still expected to show up to both work and school. Not to mention, the pain you were currently enduring was making it really difficult for you to to focus on anything. Your teacher’s voice seemed to fade into the background as your body was blinded with the stabbing pain in your lower abdomen. You may have been overreacting, but everything just hurt.

Geography was your midway class, meaning that you were halfway through your school day. Which also meant that you were soon to be called to set. You had a lunch break and some time to do your homework, but either way you still had to get to set. Usually you’d be antsy to get the school day over with, practically buzzing to get to get into your costume and do some stunts with your two favorite guys on set. Although today was different, the thought of heading to set and being active felt dreadful. You just wanted to curl up into a ball, snuggle into your Sherpa blanket, and take a well deserved nap.

Your teacher’s voice was interrupted by a knock on your door. Already knowing who it was, you let out a faint “come in” to the two men outside your trailer. A second passes before your trailer’s door slowly opens and Anthony’s head pops from behind it. His sparkling yet dark brown eyes and toothy grin etched onto his friendly features. Sebastian pops up behind him, an equally wide smile on his face as he wiggled a white take away box in the air.

“What’s up buttercup.” They cheerfully greet you.

Though both of the men’s smiles drop once they see you bundled up on the couch. Anthony fully enters your trailer, Sebastian following suit. Approaching your little set up, Anthony glances at your laptop.

“Isn’t your camera on? Did your teacher allow you to attend school like this?” He asks you. He knew you were a responsible kid and had no troubles keeping up with your education. But that’s the thing, you were still a kid. Having kids of his own, he knew how unmotivated children can get in the middle of the school year and the laziness that came along with it. Seeing you lounging on the couch while your teacher was lecturing was just a bit concerning for him.

You stiffly nod, “My camera’s off. I just don’t feel good.”

The last sentence catches both of the grown men’s attention. Sebastian rounds the corner of the coffee table and hovers over you, observing your face. He softly places the back of his hand onto your forehead, checking for any alarming warmth.

“You’re a bit warm, but it’s probably because of the blanket.” He mutters, choosing to sit on the arm rest of the couch. “You alright, fluturaș?” He looks down at you in concern, lips tilting down into a small frown.

Anthony had settled beside your feet, one of his arms using your ankles as an arm rest. Strangely enough his arm brought you comfort instead of adding to the ache in your legs.

“I’m just—I’m on my period.” You mumbled in response. You wait for the awkward tension to build but it never came. You glance at the two men and see the realization settle in them.

“And I have really bad cramps at the moment, that it’s just hard to do anything. So I decided to stay on the couch today.” You explain with a slight shrug. They didn’t understand the pain you were going through, but they understood what you meant. While the both of them had female friends and what not, they were somewhat aware of what you were going through.

Anthony claps his hands to his thighs, “Alright, it’s ok to give yourself some rest. You just relax and listen to whatever your teacher’s going on about.” He motions to your laptop and continues, “Is there anything we can do to help you?”

While taking down notes, you momentarily glance at them, “No it’s fine, you guys already brought me food. Thanks, by the way.”

They didn’t want to leave you alone, you were clearly not feeling well and they both wanted to do something. They couldn’t do anything about the pain from your menstrual cycle, but they can help distract you from the pain.

“No, we’re gonna help you. Have you eaten ever since breakfast? I’ll spoon feed you if I have to.” Sebastian insists. You thought he was joking, but when you looked at his face he was serious.

“I had a brownie—wait, aren’t you guys supposed to be filming?” You question the both of them.

“Something went wrong on set so now we have a few hours or something till they figure it out.” Anthony answers, scrolling through his phone. He abruptly stands up to his feet and heads towards the door. You and Seb send him a questioning look.

“I’ll be back.” With that he pulls your door open and jogs out, leaving you and Sebastian in your trailer. You decide to tune back into your class, resuming to take down notes from the slides your teacher shared. Suddenly, a large hand gets in the way of your notebook.

“Gimme that.” Sebastian takes the pencil and notebook from you, placing them on his lap and staring at your screen. His eyes scan the PowerPoint, looking for the part you left off on. He hums when he finds it and began to write the notes himself.

“What are you doing?” You raise a brow at him, scanning his appearance. He was dressed in Bucky’s clothes, minus the black and gold ‘metal’ arm. He was still sat on the arm rest, slightly slouching so he could bend down to use his lap as a table.

“I’m doing your notes for you.” He answers nonchalantly. He motions to the white take away box on your coffee table, “Eat your lunch, I got this.”

You hesitate to sit up, feeling bad that Sebastian was doing your notes. Though, he did insist on doing it and you weren’t feeling your best. After an internal argument with yourself, you decided to let it slide and let Sebastian do your notes. Besides, he looked like he was enjoying taking notes on agriculture regions and the different types of farming.

“Are you sure, Seb?” You ask him again, slowly sitting up on the couch. He responds with a distracted ‘mhm’, his eyes focused on your notebook and his tongue sticking out in concentration. You quietly thank him and get up to use the bathroom.

While you were gone doing your business, Anthony had entered your trailer again. This time he had a plate full of brownies, a medium sized cup of ice cream from the vending machine, and one of those red hot water bottles in his arms.

“Where’s the kid?” He balances the things in his arms while carefully placing the plate of brownies onto your coffee table. Anthony locates your mini fridge and stores the ice cream in the freezer.

“Bathroom.” Sebastian acknowledged, still focused on writing the notes correctly in your notebook. He made sure to write neatly and copy the way you organized your notes. Saving you the hassle of missing out on important parts of the lesson and from decoding his personally sloppy writing.

Anthony empties his pockets to reveal more of your favorite snacks from crafties and the vending machine. “So...what are you doing?”

“I’m in geography class.” Anthony snorts at his friend before taking a look at your laptop screen, “And what are y’all learning in geography class?”

“Pastoral nomadism.” Seb bluntly answers. With his arms now free of the items he brought, Anthony decided to tidy up your couch. He folded your blanket neatly, fluffed your pillows, and made space for Seb to actually sit on the couch.

“What the hell is pastoral nomadism?” Anthony thought out loud.

“It’s when people travel from place to place with domesticated animals. It’s usually practiced in dry land climates.” Sebastian explains, eyes never faltering from the screen or your notebook. Anthony let’s out a sound of approval at Seb’s explanation. When he was done cleaning up your couch, he took the white take away box and headed to your kitchen. Emptying the contents of the container onto one of your plates, heating the food up for you.

You walk into the kitchen section of your trailer, shutting the bathroom door behind you. A delicious aroma lingers in the air, your nose picks up on the smell, sending it straight to your stomach. In response, your stomach lets out a low growl, making Anthony snicker at you.

“I’m heating up the food.” Anthony mentions as you pass by him. You thank him with a small smile as he gently nudges his shoulder against yours.

“Want me to make tea or something? I heard it helps reduce the cramps.” You raise a brow at him amusingly, “Where’d you hear that?”

“I read it on Google. You know, research, gotta make sure our girl’s comfortable.” He proudly tells you. Your heart warms at the fact that both him and Seb were willingly helping you while you were in pain. The microwave dings catching both yours and Anthony’s attention.

As he gingerly takes the plate out he asks you, “You wanna eat at the table or the couch.”

“The couch, I still wanna listen in on the lesson.” For a moment you forgot that you were supposed to still be at school, taking notes, and listening to your teacher teach the lesson. You enter the living room and sit next to Seb, who’s hand was digging into your pencil case.

“Want me to take over?”

“Nah, I got it, I’m too invested to stop. Which one?” He held up three of your highlighters, one was light blue, another was a peachy pink, and the other was a typical yellow highlighter. You grin, picking the peachy pink one. He tosses the other two back into your pencil case and uncaps the highlighter. While your teacher wraps up class, he began to highlight the new terms from today’s class.

“Here ya go.” Anthony sang; grabbing a pillow, placing it onto your lap, and carefully setting the plate of chicken teriyaki fried rice on top of it. You happily thank him and began to dig in. He slumps onto the couch beside you, “Tell me if you need anything else. I’ve got ice cream in the freezer, brownies, a hot water bottle, and a whole box of tea.” He throws his arm around your shoulder, letting it rest against the back of the couch.

You pause your eating, pouting at the two men beside you, “You guys really don’t have to do this. But I appreciate it so much, thank you.”

Seb looks at you over his shoulder, sending you a sweet smile, “Anything to make you happy, fluturaș.”

Anthony squeezes your shoulder, “Anytime munchkin, starting today till you’re not a ketchup packet anymore, Seb and I’ll be your period buddies.”

You snort shaking your head at him, “Again, I appreciate it Ant, but please don’t call yourselves period buddies.”

“What’s wrong with period buddies? You’re on your period and we’re all a bunch of buddies. It makes perfect sense!” Anthony reasoned defensively. Seb looks at the both of you over his shoulder again, “I like period buddies.”

“See! Thank you.” You playfully rolled your eyes at the two. “Fine, period buddies it is.”

Your geography teacher wraps the lesson up and ends the Zoom call. Seb shuts your notebook and puts it to the side. Clapping his hands, he asks you, “Alright, what class do we have next?”

“Calculus.” You smirk, followed by the groans of Anthony and Sebastian filling your trailer.

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