#oh my god how did i forget his down b air

[samarecharm]

Watching a streamer do some joker matches (vs sora) in smash and i forgot how much i looooooove jokers moveset in this game; hes such a little menace ☺️

[illusioninfnty]

day 23 ; virginity loss

↠ bo sinclair x reader

fandom: house of wax word count: 2.8k warnings: nsfw 18+, bimbo!reader, reader has shitty friends, coercion, corruption, dubconish, fingering, blowjob, cum swallowing, dirty talk, kind of semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pervy!Bo, allusion to murder, the plot is like a bad porno but i promise this is good guys

kinktober m.list || read on ao3

“God, did you forget to fill the tank again?”

You lean over from the backseat to take a look at the fuel gauge, and see the arrow is nearing empty. You furrow your eyebrows. “I was sure it filled up all the way,” you murmur. You try to recall when you all last stopped at a gas station, and how your friends delegated you to fill up the car while they went into the shop and bought snacks.

“Well it obviously didn’t, you idiot!” Your friend jerks the wheel and pulls over on the side of the desolate road. “This is why we never like to go anywhere with you.” 

You bite your lip, holding back tears. It wasn’t your fault that you were so forgetful sometimes, always getting distracted and lost in your thoughts.

This was supposed to be a fun road trip with your three closest friends, celebrating your college graduation nearing. But after a car karaoke session that went on for too long made you guys miss an exit, you’d been stranded on empty roads with nothing but trees surrounding you for quite a few miles now.

Your friend sitting in the backseat with you turns to face you, her arms crossed against her chest. “You should be the one to go find a gas station,” she protests. “It’s your fault we got stuck out here anyway.”

Your two friends in the front row look back at you and then at each other before nodding in agreement.

You crane your neck to look at the journey that would be ahead of you. It looked as though it continued to stretch for miles and miles with no end in sight, only the empty road and dying trees.

“By myself?” you ask hesitantly.

All three nod in unison.

You huff in defeat, unbuckling your seatbelt and stepping out of the vehicle.

“I’ll try to be back—”

They slam the door in your face before you can answer.

“—Soon,” you finish before sighing and starting the long walk, hoping to find some destination before it got too dark.

~

Bo was not expecting to see a pretty little thing like you around Ambrose when it was nearing dusk, especially all alone. You had your arms wrapped around your bare midsection, and even from his spot inside the gas station he could see that you were shivering from the cool air as the sun set. You were looking around frantically, and he could tell immediately that you were lost and looking for help.

He smirks. Oh, he’d help you, alright. Bo took that as his cue to reveal himself to you. He wipes his hands with a dirty rag and tosses it aside, exiting the station.

You hear the ringing of the bell as Bo opens the door, and you turn your head towards the source of the sound. You scurry on over, seeing Bo in his mechanic’s uniform.

“Sir! Hi!” you start, fumbling over your words. “You work here, right? Do you have some gas? My car—well, it’s my friend’s—but it’s, like, miles back there and we ran out.” 

Your eyes then shift to the side and he could tell you were embarrassed. “It’s kind of my fault.”

Hmm. Sir. He liked hearing that come from your pouty lips.

Bo gives you a toothy grin. “Don’t gotta worry your head ‘bout it, sweetheart. I’ll get ya all settled. Come with me.” He slides his hand across your lower back, just barely grazing your ass. You gasp under your breath at the feeling, and Bo can’t help it when his cock stirs at the sound.

As you walk into the gas station, Bo scans you up and down. He notices that you have nothing on your person but your clothes, and even then it’s just little scraps of a skimpy top and skirt—which means you must’ve forgotten a wallet, too. His grin widens even more.

Reaching behind him without you noticing, he cranks the thermostat down. The air gets cooler within seconds, and Bo revels in seeing your nipples harden as they poke through your top.

He goes to find a can of gas, rolling up his sleeves as he plucks it from a top shelf. He notices when you gulp and stare at his muscles as he flexes them subtly.

You were such a cute little doll. He was going to have fun with you.

He plops the can on the counter. You go to reach for it, but he holds a hand out. “Ten bucks, little lady.”

Your eyes bulge almost comically and it takes all of Bo’s strength not to laugh at your expression.

“Wow, that’s a lot more than I thought it would be,” you say nervously, shifting on the balls of your feet.

Bo exaggerates a sigh. “Times are tough out here, owning a small business like this. We don’t get many customers out here.” He opens his hands to motion to you the desolate town of Ambrose.

You completely buy into his bullshit excuse, nodding your head in complete understanding. “Oh my god, that sucks, like, a lot.” Patting down your lame excuse for a shirt, you look up at Bo with wide eyes, jaw dropped in surprise. “I forgot to bring my wallet!”

You were such a dumb little thing. What were your sorry excuses of friends thinking, sending you off all alone?

“I’m so sorry, sir!” You clasp your hands in front of you in a pleading manner, looking up at him with big, watery eyes. Bo holds back a groan. Jesus, those eyes could make a man cream his pants if he wasn’t too careful. “Please, is there anything I can do to pay you back? I’ll do anything!”

Bo pretends as if he’s thinking long and hard. Oh, he knew exactly what you were going to do as payment.

“You know, I get lonely sometimes,” Bo starts, a mock frown on his face. “A cute lady like you could really help a man like me out.” He shuffles up to you, and palms your ass under that sorry excuse for a skirt.

“Oh!” You gasp, grabbing onto his arm. “That’s really sad, sir.” You look lost in thought for a moment before continuing. “I don’t know if I can do that for you though.” You bite your lip, looking unsure of yourself.

“Aw, you gotta be kidding,” Bo clicks his tongue, rubbing his hand around the plumpness of your behind. “I bet you’ve helped lotsa guys out, huh?”

“A-actually,” you look down in shame. “I’m a—” you lower your voice to barely over a whisper, “—virgin.”

Bo blinks. That wasn’t a response he was expecting from you. So the slutty clothes were just for show, was it?

“Oh really?”

You nod, blatant regret all over your face. “I don’t think it’ll be good for you, ya’know, since I haven’t really had any practice and all that.”

He puts a smile back on, laughing gleefully and patting you on the shoulder, rubbing a thumb between the groove of your collarbone. “Well, that’s no problem for me, sweetheart. I can teach ya!”

Your eyes lighten up. “You can?”

“Sure I can!” He starts to undo his belt, throwing it aside on the counter. “Just need you to get on your knees for me and I can show you what to do.”

His cock jumps in anticipation, looking forward to seeing your juicy, plump lips wrapped around—

“Wait a minute!” you cry out, interrupting his fantasies.

Bo pauses in his movements, his jaw ticking at your interruption. “Yes?” he askes, concealing his frustration.

“What’s your name? I don’t wanna do this without knowing it.”

He sighs and points to the nametag on his jacket. “I’m Bo.”

You slap a palm across your forehead and nervously giggle. “Oh jeez, I should’ve known to look first!”

“That’s okay, sweetheart,” Bo mutters through his teeth impatiently. “Now lemme help you out, alright?” “Oh! Yeah, sorry!” You—finally—drop to your knees in front of him. “What do I need to do?”

The sight of you in front of him like that, so eager and pliant, had his cock jumping in his pants.

Bo lowers his jeans and boxers, his hard cock now revealed to you. He wraps a hand around the base stroking his full length as it puts it on display for you.

“That’s…big,” you murmur. You look up at him, concern plastered across your features. “I dunno if it’s gonna fit.” Your eyebrows crease together and those damn pouty lips of yours come out again.

Bo bites his cheek to conceal his smirk. This was gonna be a lot more fun than he thought. “I told you, that’s what I’m helping you with, ain’t I?”

You nod.

“Great. Now open those pretty lips up for me.”

You open your mouth as wide as you can, giving Bo a perfect hole to stick his cock into. He guides himself inside you, hissing as the warmth of your mouth envelops his length.

“Good girl,” he praises. He begins to thrust his hips slowly, your lips latching onto him as he does so. “You gotta let me move, sweetheart.”

“Sorry,” you mumble around him, and he groans at the vibrations that travel up his cock.

Your lips loosen and you start to suck on his cock, the suction of your lips making shivers of pleasure run down his spine. He grips the back of your head, controlling the pace of his thrusts.

“Fuck, look at you,” Bo hisses. You look so pretty and innocent with his cock stuffed down your throat, gags escaping your lips. “You’re a natural. Sure you haven’t done this before?”

“I told you—!”

Bo slaps your cheek, shushing you. “Stop talking.”

You nod obediently, the action making him pulse inside of your mouth. His grip on your hair tightens as his thrusts become harder, more primal. He fucks your mouth with vigor, ignoring your gags and the way your nails dig into the skin of his thighs.

He cums faster than he’s ever had before, groaning as his hot release coats the back of your throat. You cough around his cock, spurts of liquid splashing against your cheeks.

“Swallow it,” Bo commands.

You gulp harshly, your lips still secured around his cock. The extra pressure has him bucking his hips and like a good girl you swallow all of his cum. He pulls his cock out of your mouth, and you begin to cough and sputter as you regain your breath.

“Is that it?” you question him.

“Baby, I still gotta get rid of that virginity of yours.”

“Oh.” You giggle behind your hand. “Right.” You start to strip, only taking a couple of seconds since you’re practically naked already. “What do I do now?”

Bo’s cock hardens back to life at your nude form in front of him. Your nipples are hard, attached to your perky breasts that bounce up and down right in front of his eyes. He stares lecherously, licking his lips. “Now that you got my cock all wet,” Bo rubs his length, now slick with his cum and your saliva, “I can stick it in your pussy.” You bite the inside of your cheek and nod, your eyes flicking between his face and his cock. “I know I asked before,” you begin, and Bo moves to place your hand over his cock, “but will it really fit?”

Lord, he was really starting to understand why your friends let you go alone.

“Yeah, I told you, I’ll make it fit.” He lifts you from the back of your legs and places you on top of the counter. He brings his thick fingers to your pussy, sticking a fingertip inside.

You gasp and arch your body into him, throwing your arms around his broad back. Your bare breasts brush up against his chest and he relishes in the contact. 

“That feels really good, Bo!” you cry out. He adds a second finger inside of you, pushing the digits in deeper. He can feel how wet you are and the way you clench around him so desperately. Your hips jerk into him unsteadily, chasing the pleasure his fingers bring you.

He chuckles. “It’ll feel even better when I stick my cock in you.”

Bo removes his fingers, basking in the way you whine as he pulls them out, leaving you pulsing and desperate to be around him. He lines his throbbing cock with your entrance and pushes himself in without hesitation.

“Bo!” You scream, nails digging into his back. Little gasps leave your mouth as he begins to thrust in and out of you. Your pussy grips him like a vice, and it’s difficult for him to move inside you with you so needy for him.

He shushes you, gripping your cheeks and watching as tears leave your eyes.

“It hurts,” you whine to him. Your nails grip onto him as if your life depended on it.

He shoves his face into the crevice of your neck, placing kisses upon it. “Gotta relax a bit for me, okay?” he coos into your ear. “Or it won’t feel good for you.”

“You promise?” you ask through glassy eyes.

He nods, and feels as you unclench just a tad around him. Bo is able to rut himself into you harder now, and he can’t help but be more forceful with his thrusts as it causes your breasts to bounce right in front of him.

“Look at that.” He motions towards where the two of you are connected, his cock pulsing at the way your blood and juices coat the base. “Look at how we're connected now.”

Oh wow,” you gasp in awe. “That’s kinda romantic, huh?”

Bo doesn’t respond. If you wanted to put it that way, he wouldn’t stop you. He ignores the way his heart stutters in his chest.

His hips continue to pound into you, your body bouncing along with the power of his thrusts. The whines that come out of your mouth sound so angelic, and Bo has to fight the urge to kiss you.

“I—I think I’m gonna cum,” you moan out, your head thrown back and your eyes are scrunched up in pleasure.

Bo didn’t need you to tell him that. Your pussy goes back to clenching down on him, your walls tightening around his cock, fitting themselves to the shape of him. He curses quietly into your neck. He never wanted to leave the warmth of your pussy.

“That’s it, baby,” Bo coaxes you. He moves a finger to your clit, enjoying the way you jolt at the newfound sensation as he rubs circles on the bead. “Cum around my cock.”

“Cumming!” Your voice is squeaky as your legs come up to wrap around his backside, and you finally reach your peak. Your pussy tightens around Bo even more, and he can’t help it when he cums for a second time as you squeeze every last drop out of him.

You pant heavily as you come down from your orgasm, sweat rolling down your temples despite the cold air of the station that surrounds the two of you.

Bo’s own breathing is heavy, something he’s not used to much. You squirm out from beneath him as you drop from the counter, legs still shaking from the aftermath of your orgasm. You bend down to gather your scraps of clothing, and Bo has to take all of his strength to conceal his groan as he watches his cum slowly leak out of your pussy.

“Leaving so soon?” Bo didn’t know what compelled him to say that. You were just some cute college kid passing through that was a chance to get his dick wet. Yet there was something about you that drew him to you, like a moth to a flame.

You shimmy back into your clothing, and he notices how you ignore the trail of his cum that runs down your thigh. “My friends’ll be mad at me if I take too long getting back.” You pause in your movements. “I can take the gas now, right?”

Bo’s heart drops in his stomach. He realizes quickly that no, he wasn’t going to let you take the gas. In fact, he wasn’t going to let you leave at all. He wanted you—needed you—here with him. He couldn’t let a pretty little thing like you just pass by him like that.

He glances outside quickly. The sky's already turned to a pitch black hue, and he knows there’s no streetlights on your way back to where your friends wait for you. He turns back to you as you stand awaiting his answer.

“It’s pretty dark out there, little lady.” You peek over his shoulder, and your eyes widen as you realize just how late it had gotten. “It ain’t safe for you ta’ be out walkin’ all alone. Why don’t you stay over at my place for the night?”

“B-but what about my friends?” A pout overtakes your face and you look up at Bo with puzzled eyes.

Bo smirks, holding you close to his chest and running a hand over your hair. “Don’t need ta’ worry about them, sweetheart. My brother’ll come an’ fetch ‘em.”

[dairy-farmer]

Is me~ back to haunt you Ask Box o/ because I just had A Thought(tm)

What if~? The OPPOSITE of my Magic Sex Toy idea? Uno Reverse?

But how would that even work? You say. Tim would very obviously notice!

Oh ho ho~ ye of little Faith! *slaps my "join the Church of Civilian Tim" poster I obviously made myself* CONSIDER! Not a cape! Semi-stable schedules!

We open our scene with stalking. As ya do. Tim would prefer you call it "bird watching" or "observing the night life" but... let's be real here. Stalking. He's getting them NICE Premium Pics for his Definitely-Not-A-Stalker-Shrine. There's a newbie on the scene. A gaudy robe wearing mofo.

3 guess what HIS shtick is. First two don't count.

But! Thing is? Tim is no long a wee baby faced pre-teen. He is a Man(tm). Legally, twice over. And well... you find a LOT if Neat Late Night Shops running after the bats. He may have been persuaded by CERTAIN libidos that maybe he should check them out. Who can say? You can't prove ANYTHING. These bags are groceries and no you can't check..

Where was he? Ah, right, Pics of the Nightwing booty. *click*

Tim forgets Rule Number 1.5: ALWAYS keep an eye on what the villian is doing.

By the way... what that bright light? Oh, just a SPELL BOLT. Fuckin DODGE, MAN!

He fails to dodge.

🥺 H-His camera... Night-booty... Also why does he feel? Tingly? He doesn't stick around to figure it out. Grabs his TRAGICLY dead camera and bolts. Not getting caught at the scene of the stalking TODAY, no sir! Batmans definitely gonna check the area and he SHANT be there! Early night it is!

He gets back to his apartment. Still feels tingly... but less? Maybe those charms he looked up how to make protected him after all. Still, shouldn't push his luck, you know? He settles in for the night. Gets a warm shower.

Comes out and eyes the bags he dropped by the bed... and... well...

He DID wrap up early~ Maybe treat for Timmy time. He digs them out.

Weird.

They? We're already pretty life like (it's why he bought them) but... when he TOUCHES one? He swears it gets MORE life like? He really should look this up or something... suspect toys in Gotham and all... but on the other hand? Horny. And the boxes WERE closed. It's fiiiiine.

But which one? It's kinda been a while. And he doesn't want to be sore tomorrow. This one!

So Tim lays back. Let's himself enjoy working himself open. Then works the fake(?) Cock inside himself. And oh~ it's WARM. Twitchs. He let's himself enjoy a slow, lazy session. Get really sloppy and relaxed before finally finding juuust the right angle aaaand~

Across the city, the current Robin, Damian Wayne, is shaking APPART on a roof top. Sweat pouring down his temple, thighs trembling as he tries ro stop himself from rutting up into empty air. It won't help. Won't make the damnable TEASING go any faster. Wet and tight and PERFECT around him.

Came out of NOWHERE. One second he was patrolling, the next barely catching himself from falling. Stumbling into an alchove on some god forsaken roof. Hands fumbling to turn off his comms. Absolutely not. They could NOT hear him like this.

Panting into hands pressed tight over his own mouth to stiffle the sound he wants to make. Beg and demand that magnificent heat go FASTER. Plunge him DEEPER. But he CANT. Because there's no one there. Just him and the slowly increasing pressure in his balls, begging for relief.

Then, like prayers answered, it DOES. He could WEEP. Can't stop the aborted jerks of his hips as he chases his relief. Soon is trembling like the virgin he ISNT anymore as he spills into... into SOMEONE.

They take it so well. So perfectly.

He's RUINED. His hand will never be enough after this. And Tim has no idea.

Sure, he's not stupid. He didn't buy toys the fake cum. (So to be safe plan B it is) But? In the cold like of day? Prooooobably magic sex toys. Eh. It's Gotham. Not the weirdest thing to happen. Tim's keeping them.

And using them.

Thus begins the "phantom lover" incident, as Bruce will insist on calling it. Because "we were haunted by random fuckings" sounds... unprofessional. And he's a Dramatic Bitch at heart.

Damian, obviously, told NO ONE. Patrol? Utterly normal. Mind you business. But Bruce? Uncomfortable conversations for EVERYBODY~☆

See, Tim has a long day. His new camera isn't gonna be in for a WEEK. There is no point in going out. So his evening stretchs long and empty before him. Which... SPEAKING of things both long and things empty... >.>

He remembers. There was an absolute UNIT that he bought. It also has that base... which mean he could put it on the sex pillow. Try riding it... oh he's GOTTA, now.

Lucky for Bruce, he's not even in the cave when it hits. Unluckily, it is a cock teasing hell. Nothing to hold. No body to press close. No skin to run his hands across or ears to whisper filthy praise. So TIGHT. Fluttering and fighting to take him. Sinking little by little. Can't even HEAR him praising them. He can't even distract them, rub their clit and sooth them as muscles relax.

Can't hold them by the hips and work them up and down. They way he knows will work best. At angles that will make them SOB. Just nothing, nothing, nothing. Trembling and eager around him but so SLOW. Pausing again and again to adjust. Can't thrust in, can't pull out, only TAKE it. Let himself be teased.

But OH. When they finally, FINALLY get a rythme? He knows they can hear a word he says. Not yet. But the FILTH he growls. The audacity of what they're doing. He's GOING to find them. Going to pin them done and-

Tim spend the next day sore, but happy. Definitely not an "every day" sort of toy, but holy shit the orgasm. He hasn't slept this well in a WHILE. Though... when he wakes up? The Bats are acting weird. Violent, hyper-focused, seemly shaking down leads with a single minded enthusiasm. Weird.

Speaking OFF. Now he's wondering... does the possibly fake cum... TASTE like real cum?

One way to find out.

And... look. Dick may have been warned, but it's one thing to hypothetically get your bits milked dry and another to be doubled over seeing the face of god. He would gladly kill a man for the ability to grab hold of whoever is doing this and ram home. The mouth on him is a thing of wonder and it keeps TEASING the tip. They keep running soft, pampered, little hands up and down his length. God he wants them to feel him in their GUT. Fuck their face and their ass and any OTHER holes they have til everything is sloppy and wet and-

Yep! From the tast flooding Tim's mouth, that's real cum. Good his he got his shot. But it begs the question... whoms't exactly is he fucking? Tim's not sure he's comfortable with random hook ups. What if, Gods forbid, it linked him to the JOKER or something!? He'd have to blow up the city and everyone in it.

He considers this as he resumes his sta- he means, BIRD watching. Newly be-camera-d. Weirdly enough, now Nightwing is acting off too. What is going ON? Also... he could of SWORN he saw the Red Hood a second ago. Did he leave? Aaw D:>

.....what's that sound?

*boss music starts playing* That would be the Red Hood. Owner of the mythical Common Sense gene. HE immediately phoned a friend! And by THAT we mean he beamed up to The Watchtower to get poked at by magic users until he had a scanner.

Beep beep, mother fucker. You have explaining to do.

OR, counter argument.... Tim makes a run for it. Doesn't GET far. But he Sure Did Try! Jason is unamused. Consent is sexy, kids. And he has the gun to explain that. But! TIM has the panic babbling to explain his horny stupidity and innocence.

Fair enough. He's confiscating them though. If you get horny, just fucking ask.

Wait.... really? Does Jason really mean that?

And... two things. Cute Horny Idiot knows his identity. And.... he never said HE wasn't also apparently a horny idiot. Sure, why the fuck not.

He confiscate the magic contraband... then bends that twink in HALF. Comms off, back into it. Tim can barely breathe, pressed down so tightly to the bed as his guts get re-arranged, callused hands holding his legs spread, his childhood hero rumbling FILTH into his ear as hips snap against his, again and again and AGAIN. The world is hot and fuzzy around the edges and... AND-!

Jason's pretty damn smug that HES not only the one who found mystery twink, but them fucked him incoherent. He seriously considers just... not saying anything. Whoops! Nothing to find here folks. To bad the Watchtower is a fuckin snitch.

So obviously Bruce finds out. And wants to "talk to him". Which inevitably ends with Tim, pressed close to his front, held still as he "fucks him properly". Which as far a Tim is concerned is a god damned excuse to EMPALE him on his monster of a cock. Work it deeper and deeper, all while holding him like a lover, as he absolutely DESTROYS Tim's poor puss. Makes him lose count of how many times he's gotten off. Until everything is too bright and hyper sensitive. Til it's nearly hurting but not quite there and all Tim can think about, as he whimpers and drools, is SLEEP.

Oh... and THEN he wants to talk about how Tim knows their secret identies. Ask him in the morning or Tim WILL cry at you.

He wakes up in Wayne Manor. He did not go to sleep in Wayne Manor. He can't move his lower body with out pain. Bruce is clearly pretending he planned that. Liar.

Then? Karma. His horny chickens come home to roost. Has Bruce introduced you to his sons? This is Dick and Damian. They remember you. And would like a "word".

(The word is sex and they would like it as soon as possible)

👀👀👀!!!!!!!!!!!! a reverse magic sex toy!!!!!!!!!!!!! where tim tortures the other bats by fucking his little pussy with their cocks while they're forced to just suffer and endure it until he's finished. more than once they almost scream from frustration because tim finishes before they do and he pulls them out of his warm, slick little hole. 👀👀👀👀

[lovelyjj]

"Please, speak to me." from the prompt list? love your work btw<3

a/n: i got two requests for the same prompt so I decided to write two stories instead of one. sorry it’s so short.

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The night sky was dark. The air was cold and chilly. You were walking to the château to see JJ. Normally, JJ would never let you walk alone at night but he was busy with John B and couldn’t walk you.

You didn’t mind it was fine. You were enjoying your walk when the sidewalk in front of you was illuminated. The headlights of the car that pulled up next to you were bright.

Soon, you recognized the truck belonged to Rafe. He was stopping right next you and he rolled his window down.

“Hey there missy,” Rafe called out.

“What do you want Rafe?” You responded, but you kept walking causing Rafe to drive up to keep in sync with you.

“I just wanted to talk to you about us,” Rafe drawled.

“There is no us,” you retorted.

“But there once was,” Rafe added.

You and Rafe had a history. It was way before you and JJ started dating. It was a casual fling but Rafe always made it sound like it was more.

“That was along time ago,” you counter.

“Yeah maybe but if you don’t tell your boy I will,” Rafe smiled maliciously.

“Why are you being like this?” you asked.

“Like what sweetheart?” Rafe smirked.

“Like an asshole.”

“Ouch. Somebody’s in a sour mood.”

“Go home Rafe.”

Rafe stopped his car and got out. He ran out to you. “Y/N!”

You kept walking faster.

“Y/N, stop!” Rafe reached out his hand and got ahold of your arm pulling you back.

“What?” you growled.

“I just don’t want you to forget we had something too.” Rafe looked into your eyes searching for emotion, anything but found nothing but annoyance.

“I’m not going to ask you again, leave!”

By some miracle Rafe drove off after a few unsuccessful attempts to get your attention. You were pissed off and now you had to be around your boyfriend. If you didn’t put on an act you’d be questioned. You didn’t want to explain to JJ your interaction with Rafe.

You also were aware of the fact that Rafe was gonna tell JJ about the two of you if you didn’t do so first. That fact and the fact that Rafe still tries to talk to you made you want to have a meltdown.

Finally, you arrived at the château, dreading the conversation you were about to have. When you walked into the château JJ could tell something was wrong.

“Hey what’s up? You made it, thank god.” JJ acknowledged.

“Yeah I’m here. Just tired.”

“Do you want anything to eat?” JJ asked.

“No thanks I’m ok.”

JJ could sense that there was something bothering you and he couldn’t figure it out.

“What’s wrong?” JJ questioned.

“Nothing.”

“Please, speak to me,” JJ begged.

“JJ I can’t,” you replied.

“Yes you can just talk to me I know something’s wrong.” JJ tried to keep his voice calm as he wanted you to tell him all your troubles.

“Alright fine. I ran into Rafe on my walk here,” your voice was shaky.

“That son of a bitch, what did he do to you?” JJ spoke protectively.

“Nothing he just talked with me,” you put your lips together forming a tight line.

“Oh. Well what did he say?”

“There’s something I haven’t told you and I don’t know how your gonna react,” you hesitated.

“What is it? You know you can tell me anything,” JJ soothed.

“Well um me and Rafe sorta had a thing way before our relationship,” you cringed hoping JJ didn’t take this the wrong way.

“How serious was it?”

“It was a little serious, but nothing compares to us, to you.”

“As much as I hate the idea of you with Rafe, I’m glad you told me. I appreciate it.” JJ let himself smile.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” You gave JJ a look of apology.

“No worries baby, Do you feel better now?”

“Yes, like a weight has been lifted off me.”

“Good.”

“I love you,” you spoke sincerely.

“I love you too.”

[l0vergirlatheart]

Hello! Idk if your requests are open but I just wanted to get this off my head before I forget it😅

I was thinking a sagau with a creator reader who’s secretly a super-genius( iq of a gods level) who sees everything like it’s a hologram?( stuff like math, science, medical, mechanical, strategies, etc…) how do you thing they would react if they got to see from the creators perspective? Who would find it useful? Who would find it more annoying? Who would be impressed about it? How would take advantage of it in battle?

Ah, my requests are indeed open as of right now! when I first read this I thought of that one woman and the random ass math equations meme :sobs: also childe's is short 'cause idk what to do for him...

anyways, this is a cool idea!! chars. used are : Al-Haitham, Childe, and Kaveh. i love Kaveh sm :((<3

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AL-HAITHAM

Oh, when Al-Haitham first saw you randomly fiddling with seemingly the air, he thought maybe something might be wrong with you. Maybe you were sleep deprived? Sick? Tired? Slightly delusional? You, of course, noticed he was staring at you and sighed.

"Stop staring at me like I'm crazy and just come over here and look." He quickly nodded and obeyed. He would never even think of taking another moment to stop. He quickly approached next to you, and then out of nowhere, suddenly a bunch of light [color] words, symbols, and numbers appeared infront of you two. He looked at them, hen back at you, and then back at them. What were these? So many equations he'd never seen before... You glanced at his confused face and suppressed a laugh.

How cute he is when he is confused, you thought, smiling to yourself. He was trying pretty hard to understand them, though it was all something only you really knew.

He slowly gained the courage to ask, "What... are these..?"

"Well, my lovely little scribe, these are all problems and formulas from which I've learned. I haven't implemented them into Teyvat at all, of course though."

'Lovely little scribe..?' He thought, his face heating up a bit. "I-if you don't mind me asking, why didn't you..?" 'Archons, did I really just stutter.. how embarrassing...'

"Well, there really isn't a reason for anyone here to learn it. I merely use it so could help me control the events of Teyvat easier. There is no need for anyone on Teyvat to learn such a thing, if they do not possess the power I do." You said, smiling at his reaction to his new nickname.

"I.. see.. That is very.. interesting." He said, trying to process it all as he glanced at you, just to see you smiling at him, and quickly looked back at the hologram. He couldn't handle it-- you were just too much for him to handle. [positively, of course. he loved the creator in a lot of ways.]

"Not as interesting as you, love."

"!!!"

Oh archons, you've broke him!

end : 1/3

KAVEH

you have no idea how down bad I am for this man istg

"I'm surprised you've gotten the hang of this already! N-Not that I doubted you of course, but most people don't learn so quickly! N-No that I mean to say you're most people, you aren't!! B-But I don't mean to try and single you out, nor do I mean to mean to say you're the same--" Kaveh tripped over all his words, trying to make sure they weren't going to offend you at all, but he just kept poking holes in each until he heard you let out a light laugh.

"It's alright Kaveh. I know what you're trying to say, thank you. I've just got a nifty little trick up my sleeve."

...Archons, he loved your laugh. It made him feel so giddy.

"Do you mind telling me? I-I just want to se if I could use it to hurry and finish my work faster, not that I mean to use you or anything, but--"

You could sense he was about to go on another trail of thoughts, so you simply smiled and said, "It is not a trick that can be learned, it's more of a power I possess." He nodded, and internally sighed.

"...Come here, let me show you. I'll let you decided whether it's useful or not." You said, motioning for him to stand next to you.

What an honor it is, to be invited next to the Divine Creator, and how important it is... and how I get too! Ah, happy day! He thought, as he happily sped walked his way next to you. What happened next, made him feel as if he was ascending.

You carefully grabbed Kaveh's hand and guided up into the air, and as he tilted his head in confusion as a blush appeared on his cheeks, suddenly words, numbers, problems, and more appeared on thin air! They all had solutions and such, and he could understand most of them because they were the ones you two were just working on, but others had unfamiliar letters and language, with different numbers and much different ways of solving them.

"So? What do you think?" You inquired, looking at him to see his reaction. He was completely astonished. You did all of this in one day?! Not say he was doubting you or anything, but he'd never seen it before! Such complex things that took him and others so long took you merely a minute or two!

"...woah." Was all he could mutter as he stared up at the hologram.

You chuckled, and said, "There's one more thing I'd like to show you..." And you guided his hand to another part of the hologram, as if you were swiping. Suddenly, a bunch of blueprints and diagrams appeared, and he quickly recognized them. They were his future projects he had planned on! He stared at them, then at you, and then just turned red. Both because he was flustered, and because he was blown away.

You'd been thinking about.. me..? And from the looks of it.. you've been trying to.. help me?!

You smiled and squeezed his hand, and he had to muffle a little 'eep!'

...He did not do very well muffling it. You chuckled and whispered in his ear, "You're so cute Kaveh, you know that?"

God, he loved the way his named rolled off of your tounge.

[i love kaveh to a normal amount i swear..]

end : 2/3

CHILDE / TARTAGLIA

"What're you doing?"

"Solving formulas to see which artifacts are best for this fight." You answered, continuing to move and use your hologram.

"A fight is a fight! What're artifacts really needed for?" He groaned, dramatically.

"For you? To do more damage. Some others do better support, off-field, healing--"

"Yeah but isn't doing so much math boringgg?" He drawed out, he just wanted to fight this [boss] already!

"Do you want to win this fight?"

"..Well, yeah..!"

"Then let me check these artifacts."

He whined, dramatically. He didn't really see why you needed that stupid hologram, it was quite annoying... taking up all your attention when he's right there! Sure he can't read half of those equations, but he can entertain you more than that 'floating screen' can! That's for sure!

Though, Childe wouldn't push anymore. You're the creator, whatever you say goes.

"Aand... done! Now use these artifacts and--" You handed him the artifacts before he eagerly put them on and grabbed your hand before you could get caught up in those stupid little symbols again.

"Let's go, Your Grace!!! I don't wanna wait any longer!!" He semi-shouted enthusiastically, holding onto you gently. You smiled, and shook your head lightly, but silently laughed.

...maybe you could let it slide this time.

end : 3/3

[okminer07]

A Match Beyond Measure Pt 12

I don't know if I've said this before, but any and all feedback is appreciated, I'd love to be able to improve as a writer and hear what you think, any suggestions. Anyways, on with the story.

Cecilia was a little thrown off by the change of subjects, “Oh…. w-well a while. I guess”   

“Did you take a class or somethin’?”  

“N-not really, I used to work part-time at a bakery during high school if that counts.”  

Garret sighed, “I don’t miss those days, that’s for sure.”  

“You didn’t like high school?”  

He let out a short laugh, “Hated it. Mine started way too early and I lived a decent ways away, so I’d have to wake up even earlier to even make it on time. I don’t think my teachers liked me all that much either. There was this one woman, Mrs. Dechaseray and I swear she had it out for me. Always got mad at me for forgetting the date and then would give me an F because of it.”   

“That’s… harsh.”  

“Yeah, I know. And then there was our gym teacher. God, he was awful. One time he called me up to stand in front of the entire class and used me as an example of why exercise is important.”  

Cecilia’s eyes widened, her hand coming up to her mouth in shock, “That’s awful.”  

“Felt like it. And yeah, maybe he had a point if I’m being honest but it still hurt.”  

“What do you mean he had a point? That’s just horrible.”  

Garret frowned, “Well, my old man would say similar things so I was kind of used to hearing it.”    

Her eyebrows furrowed, “I’m sorry.”  

“What are you saying sorry for? You didn’t say them. Plus, they really did have a good point.”   

“Well, I think you look pretty good.”  

He smiled down at her, “Think so?” she nodded. “Thanks, I’m glad to hear that. High school wasn’t all bad. My last two years, I took up woodshop which was pretty neat. This one time, I helped make this huge-”  

A loud crunch along with the blare of a horn pierced through the air. Garret froze and looked down.  

“Ah shit.” 

Cecilia cautiously crawled and peered over the edge of his palm. All the color drained from her face as Garret lifted his foot to reveal the crushed remains of a red sports car. She began to tremble, it was nearly flat. Completely ruined and unrecoverable, like it had gotten caught under a steamroller. Was it empty? Oh god, had someone been in there?! She looked to Garret who was still staring down at the ground, cringing at the sight. 

His eyes flicked over to Cecilia, “I uh-”  

“What the fuck happened?!” both jumped at a voice screaming up from the ground. The two of them both looked back down to see a man dressed in a business suit running towards the remains, “My car! The fuck you do to my car?!”    

Garret looked around aimlessly before addressing the raging man at his feet “I’m uh- I’m real sorry sir. I swear to you it was a-”  

“You fucking son of a bitch! Do you know how much this cost me?! Do you?!”   

“N-no but I-”  

“Do you know who I am?!”  

“I uh- no” he glanced over at Cecilia, “B-but I swear, I can pay you back for-”  

“What is one of your kind even doing in these parts?! You lost or something dumbass?!”    

“I-”  

“It’s my fault sir!” Cecilia yelled, peering back over the edge nervously, “I-I was distracting him.”   

The man’s head turned to look at Garret’s hand, spotting her head poking out from behind it, “Who the hell are you?”  

“I’m-”  

“Oh let me guess” the man sneered, “You’re one of those lazy bitches who thinks they’re too good for traffic or cars. Thinks they're saving the fucking planet by hiring some giant to carry their sorry ass wherever-”   

“You shut your fucking mouth!” Cecilia’s hand flew up and clamped tightly over her ears which still rang from Garret’s thunderous yell.  

The man below had backed away, his hands slowly lowering from his own ears, “Watch it asshole. Don’t you be talking to me like-”   

“Don’t you be talking to her like that!”  

Cecilia shook as she looked up at Garret’s face. His jaw clenched as his gaze hardened. For the first time since she’d met him, he looked mad, furious even. It sent a shiver down her spine, seeing someone like him in a mindset where people don’t think before they act. She began to look uneasily at her surroundings, at the fingers thick as tree trunks and taller than her entire being. What were those fingers capable of when the person attached to them was tested? What could the rest of the person be capable of?  

She couldn’t stop a small whimper from escaping her. Garret’s eyes, now looking ice cold rather than just blue, flicked over to her and they immediately melted. His mouth dropped from a sneer to a contemplative frown as his eyes fixed on her.  

“I-I think I should go,” she murmured, not wanting to spend any more time around these two arguing, “Would… would you… you know”   

He nodded, “Oh, right.” Cecilia jumped slightly as Garret turned and began to slowly kneel down. He placed his hand flat upon the ground and she hopped down onto the pavement.  

“T-thanks again, for lunch.”    

“Yeah, I’ll… I’ll text you, once I'm done dealing with all of this” he nodded over at the flattened car.  

Cecilia nodded as she turned and began to hurry away, the yelling of the man starting up again the moment she’d left.  

Her home as a child used to have this very vibrant wallpaper in the living room. It was covered in all sorts of different kinds of butterflies, and Cecilia had very vivid memories of almost everyday after school staring up at them all to pass the time. Her mother would be close by, sitting at the kitchen table with the phone in her lap while she stared out the window looking out into the front yard.   

There were hundreds of this day in her memory. At times, they all blended together. Some days she’d ask what was for dinner, often not getting a response. Other days she’d sit and do homework at the same table as her mother yet they exchanged no words. Sometimes she’d ask if she wanted to do something, bake, or go to the park, but her mother almost always said no.  

A lot of the time, however, she’d be stuck doing exactly what her mother was doing, waiting. 

It was either the phone or the door that broke the silence. Cecilia preferred it when it was the door. She’d lift her head off the couch to see her dad shuffling in, army duffle bag in tow. Her mother would finally move as she turned and smiled up at her husband who would lane down to kiss her, occasionally asking what their daughter was still doing up.  

She would run to her father and wrap her arms around his waist. He’d pat her on the back and ruffle her hair. Sometimes they’d all sit down on the couch, and he would tell them stories. Stories from his travels. Stories about- 

“Cece!” 

“Huh?” Cecilia looked up and across from her where Maddie was seated.  

“Are you even listening?”  

“I… yes.”  

She crossed her arms and raised a well-manicured brow, “Then what did I just say?”   

“Um…” she looked over helplessly at Rebecca who was sitting right beside her with her iguana, Enoch draped over her shoulder.  

She sighed, “Jennifer got the job.”  

“Huh?” 

“We don’t like Jennifer.”  

“Why?”  

Rebecca glanced over at Maddie, “Honestly, I don’t know.”   

“Because she had the audacity to show up to the party after the whole thing with her and Kyle!” 

Cecilia blinked, “Whose Kyle again?”   

“Her ex” whispered Rebecca.   

“Oh. wow, the audacity,” she replied flatly.  

Maddie threw up her hands, “I know! And then she’s all like…”   

Cecilia began to tune out once again as Maddie continued to rant. A part of her sort of enjoyed listening to her drama, even though half the time she had no idea what she was talking about. Today however, she just couldn’t seem to keep her mind from wandering.  

It was no surprise to her that the day right after the whole cafe incident, Rebecca had called her and insisted they all get together. They did this quite often, usually all gathering at Rebecca’s place since it was the nicest and her friend was insistent that she couldn’t just leave Enoch for any longer than she already had when at work.    

Often these little get-togethers were when they could talk outside the cafe. Away from the prying eyes and ears of anyone else.  

“Here” Rebecca got up and held Enoch out to her, “I gotta go check on the pizza.” 

She nodded as the iguana was thrusted into her arms and Rebecca hurried off to the kitchen. Cecilia sat frozen as the bright green lizard clawed its way up onto her shoulder. Enoch had always been friendly, but she was still always nervous that he would one day try to rip her ear off.  

“So… what are we watching?” called Maddie over her shoulder.  

“I was thinking Grease.”  

She snorted with laughter, “Has it been too long since you’ve seen your darling John Travolta?” 

“Shut up”  

Maddie held up her hands, “Hey, I’m not complaining. I like tall, dark, and handsome bad boys too.” she smirked over at Cecilia, “And I think Cece does too if you know what I mean.”  

Cecilia shrunk away, “W-what do you mean?”  

Rebecca rounded on them “If you’re implying that guy Garret looks like John-”  

“Oh come on! You can’t tell me you see it just a little bit” whined Maddie.  

Cecilia felt herself trying to sink deeper and deeper into the couch. She knew it wouldn’t be long before one of them would bring… him up. 

“So everybody with black hair looks that way to you?” 

“Black hair and blue eyes,” she corrected. 

Rebecca scoffed, “If anyone we know is an accurate comparison, It's Xander.”  

Maddie rolled her eyes, “Yeah if Travolta forgot the gym existed.”  Cecilia couldn’t help but giggle at that.

“You’re just jealous I’ve got myself a man like him” Rebecca stated matter-of-factly, “Anyways, pizza’s ready.” She stepped back into the living room, setting down the large pepperoni and mushroom pizza before turning around to grab them some plates and napkins. 

Cecilia handed Enoch back to Rebecca as she sat down, his claws pricking tiny holes in her sweater. She grabbed a slice and began picking off the pieces of mushroom.   

“Maddie” groaned Rebecca, “Can you please be an adult and use a plate?”  

Maddie paused mid-bite, her slice gripped tightly in her hand, “What’s wrong? And what about Cece? What’s more childish than picking off the vegetables?” 

She paused, glancing up at the two, “What? I don’t like vegetables.”   

“Well, she’s still keeping everything on the plate where it doesn’t run the risk of getting sauce all over my couch.” 

Maddie rolled her eyes as she snatched a plate off of the coffee table, “Since when are you a neat freak?”  

“Can we start the movie now?” asked Cecilia.  

Around two hours later, once the credits had begun to roll, Cecilia got up and started to clear their plates and napkins. Rebecca was currently preoccupied with cooing at Enoch and letting him eat bits off her slice.  

Maddie eyed them with a slight air of concern, “Are you sure you should be feeding him that?” 

Rebecca ignored her, continuing to snuggle up with her scaly pet.  

Cecilia shook her head and smiled, “She’s fed him things like ice cream and donuts. I think he can handle a bit of cheese and marinara sauce.”  

Her friend shrugged it off as she got up from her seat, “I brought a bottle of red with me if any of you want some.”  

“I’ll have a glass” Rebecca got up and followed Maddie over to the kitchen, “You want any?”  

“No thanks,” said Cecilia.   

After her two friends had each poured themselves a glass, they plopped themselves back down on the couch.  

“So…” started Rebecca, “Gone out with anybody recently Maddie?”   

“No, can’t say I have” both of them kept not so secretly glancing over at Cecilia, “Everything going good with Xander?”  

“Yup, going alright.”  

They both turned to their friend who was very slowly turning a shade of pink. Oh boy. 

“So… a giant,” said Maddie.  

“Heh, yeah,” she mumbled, refusing to make eye contact with anyone.  

“How has that been?”  

“ Uh well, like I said… interesting.”   

“I would imagine so.” Maddie leaned back, “You know, I’m honestly quite impressed.”  

“Impressed?”  

“Well, I’m just wondering what the hell you said or did to bag that guy.”  Cecilia’s face went from slightly pink to beet red.

Rebecca nearly choked on her wine, “Maddie!”   

“What?! It’s a reasonable question.”   

“They barely have seen each other!”  

“How would you know? What, you’ve been backseating all their dates without telling me?”   

Cecilia covered her face with her hands and groaned, “It’s not official or anything like that, guys. Like I said, I don’t even know what it is.”   

“Well, why don’t you tell us more?” 

A smirk appeared on Maddie’s face, “tell me more, tell me more,“ she began to sing. 

“Guys-”  

Rebecca joined in “Tell me more, tell me more.” she scooted closer while Maddie got up and sat down on Cecilia’s other side, “tell me more, tell me more.”  

She sighed, “Will you guys stop singing if I do?”  They promptly stopped and nodded, leaning in closer, “What do you want to know?” 

“Everything,” said Maddie.  

“How has he been so far?” asked Rebecca.  

She shrugged, “Well, like I said, nice. Very nice actually.” 

“Uh-huh, and what do you mean by that? Because someone not being mean to you doesn’t count as being nice.”  

“He’s just been… very nice.”   

“Is he the reason for the broken glass bottles I found when I opened the day after your first date?” shot Maddie.

Cecilia’s cheeks flushed, “Uh yeah. Sorry, I forgot to clean those-”   

“What was dinner like? What did he-”  

“Quiet.” Rebecca scolded before turning back to Cecilia, “You’re being careful right? Is he being careful? Like, he hasn’t put you in any danger?”   

“Rebecca, come on. There’s always an amount of danger when dealing with those skyscrapers.” continued Maddie, “And why-” 

“Because, and I don’t mean to be judgemental, but he doesn’t seem… particularly… you know… experienced in taking precaution.”  

Cecilia gulped, “He… he did say he hadn’t spent much time around humans” She looked down at her feet, “But… I think he’s trying. I still don’t know what to make of this.” she sighed, “And… and I feel bad th-that I’m still…”  

“Afraid?” 

she nodded. 

Maddie tilted her head, “I mean, I haven’t known you as long as Rebecca has, but I’ve seen how you’ve reacted to giants in the past. Hell, remember when you nearly fainted when that group of teenagers started ruff housing in the parking lot? Sean had to coax you out from the back.” she waved her hand at her, “But just a little bit ago, I saw you voluntarily stepping into a giant’s hand. Sure you looked like you were going to faint at any second, but you still did it, and I’d say that’s pretty impressive for you.”   

“And I think you have every reason to be afraid. Like Maddie said, there is always a sense of danger around giants. But even putting that aside, there’s still the fact that we have no idea what his motive is.”  

Cecilia cocked her head, “Motive?”  

“Yeah, like why the hell would a giant want to be with a human in the first place.” 

Rebecca patted Cecilia on the shoulder, “It’s not that we think someone wouldn't want to date you. I just feel it’s a bit… odd.” That's the understatement of the century, “And again, this is nothing against you, but I just find it hard seeing a giant finding a human attractive.”  

Her eyes fell back to the floor. That had been something that had been in the back of her mind as well. Lately, whenever she passed by a mirror or saw her reflection, it always just made her more confused. She wasn’t hideous, but in no way was she pretty enough for someone like Garret to want to be around her rather than with… someone more like him.  

A loud ding filled the room. Rebecca pulled out her phone and groaned, “Damn it Xander.” her face was illuminated as she opened her phone and began to type.  

“What is it?” asked Maddie.  

“Oh nothing. Xander says he’s just feeling sad and wants me to send him a pic or something.”  

Maddie glanced over at Cecilia, rolling her eyes. Both of them knew by now what Xander meant when he said  ‘pic’, “Well, tell him that you’re busy.”   

“I just did.” Rebecca set her phone down and turned her attention right back onto Cecilia, “So… I know you said you’re still not sure what to make of this, but has Garret said what he makes of it?”   

She shrugged, “I mean… when he asked me to join him to grab lunch, he called it a date.” 

“And that night,” said Maddie, “Did he see that has a date as well?”   

“I-I guess so.”  

“Did you see it as a date?”   

She froze, her cheeks heating up, “I uh… maybe not in the moment, but looking back, I think so.”  

“How the hell would that even work?” Maddie chuckled, “I mean, it’s not like he can score any sex out of-”  

“Maddie!” yelped Rebecca. Cecilia went beet red, going to hide her face in her hands.  

“What?”   

“I don’t think that’s an appropriate thing to bring up right now.”   

“Oh come on, you had to be thinking about it too, right Cece?”  

“Not necessarily no” she mumbled.   

“Well, I certainly would if I was in your place. You’re wondering what his motive is, and that’s been the motive of most of the douchebags I’ve gone out with. I’m just helping eliminate possibilities.” 

Cecilia groaned, I wish Sean were here right now, why did Jaffery have to change their date night to the day before? “Can we please stop talking about this and go on to you guys asking more normal questions?”   

“This isn’t a normal situation.”  

“Can we at least pretend it is?!”    

The room fell silent. Cecilia’s hands fell away from her face. Maddie and Rebecca both were staring at her, perplexed.  

“Please?” she murmured. 

This whole thing, everything since that night at the cafe, had left her mind reeling. She didn’t even want to begin laying out everything in her mind, it was too much. Too many questions without answers. Too many new and unexpected experiences. She just wasn’t ready to sit down and analyze it all, especially with an audience.   

She jumped when she felt an arm wrap around her. Rebecca patted her shoulder, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to… to get up all in your business.” she whipped her head around to look at Maddie.  

“Yeah, sorry I guess. This is just so-”  

“This all must be a lot for you, and if talking about it doesn’t help, then we won’t.”  

Cecilia looked her friend in the eye, and smiled, “Thank you.”  

Rebecca gave her shoulders a squeeze, “But we are still curious. Can we still hear about your first date or whatever it was? Like when Sean told us about meeting Jaffery?”  

She let out a short chuckle, “Yeah, I guess.”  

Maddie leaned in closer, “Oh yes, tell us everything!”  Rebecca shot her a look. She groaned, “Or whatever you feel like sharing I guess.”

Quick shout out to @ipilokko whose when helping me brainstorm ideas and as a whole helping me by being that second oppinion. You should totally go check out her comic, the artwork is quite impressive!

[unhappycylinder]

Gonna Be Trouble (Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Fem!Reader) Pt. 8

wc: 3.3k

Warnings: Jake being an idiot, cursing, Gabby and Rooster being adorable,

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“Gabby I just don’t know what to do,” you sobbed into the phone, “I know he said that stuff to push me away, I know it's not how he really feels, but what kind of person can say that to someone they love? He probably doesn’t even love me…”

“Y/n don’t say that,” Gabby’s comforting voice brought more tears to your eyes, “you know he loves you, we all do, but you gotta remember its Hangman we’re talking about. He doesn’t know how to love someone this much. He’s from Texas, he doesn’t know how to have feelings.”

You laughed, wiping away your tears that had pooled in the crease of your nose, “very fair.”

“I’m so sorry he did this…” Gabby stuttered, “I have no idea why. We talked to him just the same day he called you, like literally hours before, and he told Rooster that he believed in you guys…”

That only made you sob harder, “then which one is it?” You coughed, the emotions overloading you to the point you thought you might throw up.

“Sweetheart oh my god,” Gabby’s heart broke for you, and her blood ran cold thinking of Hangman and how he could hurt you like this, “I don’t think you should be alone right now”

“There’s nothing I can do about that Gabby. It’s a long weekend, I have no friends here who know anything about my personal life, I have no money to go anywhere, I’m stuck,” you ranted to her.

“Alright then I’m flying you down”

“What?” You squeaked, “Gabby you’re not doing that”

“Yeah I am,” she pulled out a computer and started typing, you just stared at her dumbfounded over the phone, “send me your TSA number honey, we’re getting you out of there”

“Gabby,” you ran your hands over your forehead, “a flight to San Diego would be like $400 this last minute, it's ridiculous. I’ll be fine, I’m not-”

“Y/n just hush. You’re my best friend, you need support, and I need to see you. Plus, my husband’s in the military, I get flight discounts, and I have access to his credit card and he’s gonna be away at sea so who’s gonna know”

“You’ve got this deployment thing down don’t you,” you laughed at her

“We’ve only been married a few months but I’ve been with this idiot for years, and not once has he questioned why thousands of dollars leave his bank account every time he goes away. Honestly I don’t think he’s smart enough to remember how much money he had before he left…” She rambled while she booked your flight, “Can you be at the airport at 6 tomorrow? Direct flight to San Diego at 8:30…Roo and I can pick you up?”

“Gabby, I mean this sincerely, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you smiled at her,

“Suffer…probably,” she giggled, making you laugh too.

“Thank you Gabby, you’re the best”

“I know I am,” she flipped her hair, “anyway I gotta go soak up some Rooster time before he leaves for forever…”

You giggled, “I don’t want to know details…I’ll see you tomorrow, love you!”

“Love you more, go get some sleep, and don’t forget about your flight please!”

You blew her a kiss before hanging up. Luckily, the emotions from Jake’s phone call had drained you for the day, and you fell asleep pretty easily after the talk with Gabby. After all, you had a flight to catch in the morning.

—

“You better give me a big hug right now,” Gabby said as she walked towards you, arms wide open, as you exited the airport and the warm California air hit your face. Your lip quivered at the sight of your best friend, your tired arm threatening to drop your duffel bag as you embraced her and let your tears flow.

“You’re okay sweetie, you’re here now,” Gabby comforted you as she ran her fingers through your hair

“You have no idea how much this means to me,” you sobbed out, “I’m so happy to be here”

“Awww, I know,” she pulled away and grabbed your face, the widest smile across hers.

“Ladies, this is cute and all,” Rooster yelled from the car, “but this is 5 minute parking and this pilot isn’t looking to get banned from the airport anytime soon…”

“Oh calm down pendejo,” Gabby grabbed your bag from you and threw it into the trunk of the car. 

Sliding into the back seat of the car, you caught Rooster’s apologetic gaze through the rear view mirror, the sorrow in his eyes nearly making you break down again.

“Still haven’t heard anything from Hangman?” He asked, the bronco slowly moving out of the line of cars waiting to pick up passengers.

“Ay!” Gabby exclaimed, slapping the back of his head.

“What?” Rooster threw a hand up in defense, hunching over the steering wheel to avoid his wife’s swing.

“Why the fuck would you ask that?” Gabby hissed before turning around to face you, “I’m sorry honey, Mexico did a number on his brain apparently,” she joked as she muttered curses in Spanish to herself. Gabby and Rooster had just returned from a short but sweet honeymoon in Mexico, of which you heard many….maybe too many…intimate tales.

“It’s okay,” you sighed, “um I haven’t heard from him.”

Gabby and Rooster shared a knowing glance.

“Not to keep making you guys play middleman but…have you heard anything?”

“Um…” they both said in unison while staring at each other.

“You can tell me, guys, I’m pretty sure I’d rather know than not.”

Rooster sighed before turning to his wife, who then turned back around to face you.

“I wasn’t gonna tell you this cause I didn’t want you to get anxious,”

Too late, you thought to yourself.

“Jake knows you’re here…”

“Oh?” You felt a punch in your gut, the feeling of anxiety creeping into your throat as Gabby watched you process, “does he-”

“It doesn’t matter what he wants,” Gabby placed her hand on your knee, “you’re here to relax, not appease him. We’ll answer any questions you have of course, but I want you to spend this weekend how you want to, no matter what, okay?”

You sighed, questions and concerns filling your mind, “Okay,” you shook your head. Relaxing was probably the last thing you could do right now.

—

“I think I need to see him,” you muttered as Gabby helped you put your toiletries away in the guest bathroom.

Gabby sighed, “okay, whatever you want, but do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“I don’t know, is it? Did he say anything about wanting to see me?” You reclined against the bathroom counter, arms folding across your chest.

“Of course he did, Y/n, he feels like shit for breaking up with you, I know he regrets it. Rooster said his flying’s been off the past couple days, says he’s been extra dangerous, whatever that means.”

“Shit,” you panicked at the thought of him burning in, “yeah I need to talk to him”

“I’ll call him then, let him know to come by?” Gabby asked, waiting for you to decide where you wanted to meet him.

“I think I’ll just walk to his place,” you said mindlessly.

“Babe that's like a mile from here, why would you do that?”

“Give myself time to think of what to say? Time to abort the mission?” You sighed, leaving the bathroom to begin your pilgrimage to Jake’s.

“Alright, well, let me know if you need us to pick you up. I love you!”

“Love you too, wish me luck,” you yelled from the stairwell before departing.

—

Hovering your fist over Jake’s door, reality finally hit and anxiety flooded your body as you contemplated what the hell you were doing at Jake’s door three days before he deployed. 

“Y/n what the fuck?” You whispered, fist returning to your side as you promptly marched down his driveway, praying he hadn’t noticed you there.

He had.

“Y/n?” A groggy voice muttered from behind you, the Texan drawl of the man you loved barely identifiable over your own whispers. Stopping dead in your tracks, the anxiety bubbled up once again and this time threatened tears from your eyes. With a deep breath you turned around to see him.

Jake stood shirtless in his doorway, grey sweatpants clinging to his hips, his hair spiked and disheveled. The home behind him was dark, no blinds open to let in the midday sun of San Diego, and likely no ventilation for the better part of the last couple days. His eyes blinked rapidly as he adjusted to the light, the hand not clasping the doorknob shielding his green orbs as he trailed up your figure.

“Hey,” you croaked, tears beginning to slowly track your cheekbones. You didn’t move at all, you stood static on his driveway, arms crossed in front of you in a shallow attempt to comfort yourself.

“Come in baby,” he said groggily, breaking your heart to hear him call you such a loving nickname in such a tender way. The tears grew more frequent as you shook your head and walked towards him, arms still crossed until you reached the doorway and stood mere inches from him. 

He was impossible to read, but the one emotion you could identify was sympathy. Even Hangman, the hard-to-crack fighter pilot with confirmed kills, couldn’t stand to watch the woman who owned his heart stand in front of him shaking with sadness that he caused. You reached up to wipe away your tears, closing your eyes briefly, and just then you felt his strong arms around you. Jake pulled you close, nuzzling his face into your neck and stroking your back with his strong hands.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n, I’m so sorry baby,” he whispered into your hair. You cried harder, eliciting a grunt and sigh from him as the consequences of his actions finally caught up with his emotions.

“The things I said to you were-” he lifted up his head and stared upwards, searching for words, you remained nestled into his chest as you cried, “they were appalling. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything after Rooster told me you were here, I should have tried to see you. I just didn’t know what you’d want…”

“Jake-” you cut him off, peeling yourself off his bare chest to gaze into his eyes which were now also brimming with tears, “we need to talk about this stuff”

He nodded. You needed answers, he needed reassurance, talking was the only thing you could do. He let go of you and welcomed you into the house. Just as you had expected, he hadn’t opened a single window in the whole home, the air stagnant and dark, and the smell of dirty dishes beginning to creep through the building. You walked over to his couch, sitting down on the warm fabric that had obviously been the host of his body for the past couple days. He sat next to you, knees barely grazing yours as you sat in silence for a brief moment.

“Jake, do you remember what you told me on the beach at the beginning of the summer?”

“That I loved you?”

The past tense stung.“No, the part about you burning in, about what Phoenix was saying about you being safer…”

“Oh,” he glanced downwards, “yeah I do”

“Jake, you told me that you were flying safe because you were scared of losing me, that you were scared you’d miss out on our life, on our memories. You told me you wanted to see where we end up, and that our love motivated you to be a better pilot,” you fiddled with his fingers as you spoke, “and Rooster told me you haven’t been flying safe lately,” your throat choking up the more you thought of him being careless, “and I just don’t get why,” you finally sobbed.

The sound of your voice breaking finally brought Jake’s attention to you, concern and pity filling his eyes as he watched you struggle to explain yourself.

“I don’t get why you push me away. I don’t get why you tell me one thing and then do another. I don’t get why you put yourself in danger for no reason, why you put your career and your life on the line….to what? To prove some point?” Tears pooled on your cheeks while your eyes searched the room for some semblance of comfort. “The things you said when you broke up with me hurt, they hurt me to my core, but the thought of you throwing your life away out of spite hurts even more.”

Jake was speechless, his green eyes glassy under scrunched eyebrows as he finally felt the pain you had been enduring because of him.

“The life I want is the life I share with you. And I went into this relationship knowing distance and deployment and all that shit would be a factor. You did too. I’m prepared to go through anything for you…because I want those memories, Jake. I want to hold you and kiss you and dream of you while you’re gone. I want to move into your stupidly undecorated house on base when I graduate and be here for you every night when you come home,” you gestured to his bare walls, eliciting a small chuckle and nod from the hard-to-crack military man who had tears dropping from his eyes.

“God Jake the love I feel for you is endless. I gave you my heart, I gave you myself, don’t give those things back to me.” You stopped talking, the emotions overwhelming you to the point where you removed your hand from his and tucked your knees up in front of you, bundling yourself into a ball while Jake processed everything you said.

“I think…” he began, his eyes searching every part of the room except where you were, “I think we should take some time to think about all this,” he slowed down as he said the last few words.

Your tears dried up, shock overtaking the sadness. You didn’t expect this, you didn’t expect him to mean the things he said, to mean that he didn’t want to be with you.

“So you meant it?” You questioned, eyes finally meeting his.

“What?” He asked quietly

“You meant the things you said. The things about us? About me?”

“No, Y/n. I’m sorry for the things I said to you. They were hurtful and wrong and downright disrespectful. You’re a sweetheart and I’m sorry. I just mean I don’t think it's smart for us to jump into things right now, not with my deployment and your school.”

“What are you saying,” you cut him off.

“I think maybe we should just wait to date or something, til I’m back…”

“Jake,” your voice cracked, “I can’t do that,” you sobbed.

“You don’t think it's a good idea?” He asked earnestly.

“I’m gonna be waiting for you either way. I’d rather be waiting as your girlfriend than just some girl who's heartbroken and doesn’t even know if the man she loves loves her back.”

“You’re not some girl, Y/n, you’re my girl,” he rubbed your arm.

Shrugging him off as the confusion overwhelmed you, “no I’m not Jake. You broke up with me, you told me we should wait. Those don’t exactly go hand in hand with being ‘your girl,” you stood up to leave, he stared at you bewildered, “I’m leaving. You need to make up your mind, I’m tired of being confused about how you feel about me.”

You walked through the dark house to his door, opening it and letting the harsh California light hit the living room where he still sat on the couch, eyes never leaving your frame. 

“Good luck on your deployment, Jake,” and with that you took one last look at him and left the house, closing the door behind him. As you walked away, you held out for the possibility that he would open the door and come running out with an apology. But he didn’t. You walked the whole way back to Gabby’s without a word…without an ounce of clarity…just confusion like you had never felt before.

—

The remainder of the weekend went by without a word from Jake. Occasional glances from Rooster after he got a text or got off the phone let you know that, per usual, you were the only person out of the loop when it came to your relationship issues. Nevertheless, going through this breakup without Gabby would have been impossible, and her support meant the world to you.

Monday came around and it was time for the pilots to leave. The debate of whether or not to go had lived in the back of your mind for the better part of the weekend, eating away at you when you tried to close your eyes. Ultimately, after lots and lots of thinking, you had decided not to go for multiple reasons. For one, it gave Gabby and Rooster time alone during a special moment…and it also gave you the upper hand over Hangman. Despite what he told you, you knew Jake, and you knew he’d expect you to be there to wave him off. 

“You sure you don’t want to come, honey?” Rooster asked you as he walked by the couch where you reclined in their living room, dressed in his flight suit.

“Yeah I’m sure,” you sighed, sitting up to face him. “I know he’s gonna expect me to be there. And I want to be there for him…but I can’t let myself keep getting hurt. I can’t let him know that he can keep hurting me and I’ll come crawling back…”

“You know, as much as I love Jake, and as long as I’ve known him,” Rooster began, “I think you’re doing the right thing. You’re showing him you’re prioritizing yourself, which is important. He’s an asshole, he needs to be put in his place.”

“He is an asshole isn’t he,” you and Rooster laughed together.

“Alright honey,” Rooster ruffled your hair, the nickname he always called you by making you smile, “I’m outta here. I’ll keep my lips sealed to Jake for a bit, but you know how to reach me if you want me to tell him anything, okay?”

He grabbed his bags, “or if you just want to chat, I’d like that too.”

“Bradley!” Gabby’s piercing voice ran out from upstairs, “we’re gonna be late if you don’t hurry the fuck up!”

“Down here, baby!” He yelled back.

Gabby came running downstairs, “You’re ready before me?” She asked out of breath.

“Yeah?” Rooster said sassily, “why are you so shocked by that?”

You giggled at the couple, making Gabby sneer at you.

“Don’t you dare laugh with him,” she pointed at you, making you and Rooster laugh harder. She sighed before walking down and embracing her husband.

“You can’t wear this flight suit in the home, Brashdaw, otherwise you’ll be late to everything…” she flirted before kissing him, his hands gripping her hips.

“I love you, Gabby,” he kissed her again.

“Y'all are gonna make me throw up, go get on a boat or something Roo,” you pretended to gag as you got up from the couch.

“Bye Y/n,” Rooster said, letting go of Gabby briefly to give you a hug and kiss on the forehead, “don’t be a stranger”

“Back at ya.” you gave him a smile, “don’t like die or anything….Gabby would kill you”

Your friend laughed, giving you a brief nudge before opening the front door for Rooster. She shot you a quick wink before closing the door behind her, the sound of the bronco starting not long after. 

And with that, you sat back down on the couch, left with your own thoughts and the slightest feeling of regret and worry beginning…what if you never got to say goodbye?

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Hiii :) Yay, kiss prompts are back!! These are always so much fun.

17. ...to distract

Thank you for the prompt dear. This is the fastest I've attended a prompt.

Well running nose and seasonal cough has taken over me. But I can't help but writing this.

This story doesn't have a full distraction by kiss. It does have some distraction. Also I just wrote and I'm sending. So my writing may be mid and unpolished. Apologies for that.

So here it is: married! Klaine

Can't Help But Falling In Love

“Come on Joanne. Where are you taking me?”

“Shh…dad. I am not going to kidnap you. Trust me.”

It seemed like a very long walk. Like a walk on a long beach of lust soft sand. Except it was on the carpet on the wooden floor of their hallway.

Blaine didn't know what he was doing or where he was going. All he knew was that he was blinded by his teenage daughter by a black blind fold and now she was tugging him gently to somewhere in their apartment. 

“Where are we going, dear?” Blaine repeated 4-5 times with no answers from the other side.

“Can you please be silent for a few minutes, dad? I promise. You will love our surprise.”

Blaine wanted to shut up hearing his daughter's quite annoyed tone. But a thousand thoughts hit him like a boomerang. Did he miss any important dates? Oh no, was it their wedding anniversary? How furious would Kurt be if it was their anniversary? But Blaine was pretty sure it was not their anniversary.  Then what was it?

Little sparklings of giggles filled the hallway as they approached somewhere. Blaine could smell some familiarity in the air now. A whiff of Kurt's favourite scent and cool homely ambience of their bedroom hit Blaine,giving him some idea on where he was.

Another hand held him; their giggles were prominent now. And then a sudden pause of voices. Blaine could feel a body moving to the back of him and undoing the blind fold.

“Uggh…what is this?” 

Blaine rubbed his eyes, trying to get his blurred eyes focused.

“Tadaa!!” 

Blaine's eyes straight up focused on his husband who was standing in front of their vanity dresser, looking so charming with a hint of shy smile. Kurt was always amazing in his looks. But something was different.

“Is that- is that your wedding tuxedo?”

An instant hit of happy tears rolled down Blaine's cheek and Blaine was dragged down the memory lane spontaneously. 

The tuxedo was still fit after twenty years of their marriage.  Though Kurt had gained a few pounds and the coat was straining against his arms and legs, he was still the same in Blaine's eyes.

Blaine had the same lovey-dovey eyes he had on the day of their wedding, while he was standing at the start of the aisle at his soon to be husband, who was standing at the other end, near the altar. Their children held his hands firmly and walked him towards their papa.

The subtle play of their aisle walking song: A beautiful piano rendition of “Can't Help Falling In Love” by Elvis Prestly filled his ears, merging with the serenity of their bedroom.

His hands suddenly felt free and their children backed off, giving their parents some space.

“I know I've gained some weight and this tuxedo doesn't fit well anymore. I hope you love this. I was just looking into the wardrobe, trying to get rid of some old clothes for space and I found this. I just tried it on and I wanted you to see. Oh god, this isn't a good idea. I am not young for this tuxedo anymore. Maybe I should- mmph”

And a ramble blocking kiss took over, calming Kurt down and making Kurt forget what he was saying. Blaine held him by his waist with one hand and let the other hand explore his smooth velvet coat laden back.

For every second they were kissing, Kurt forgot what he was saying and Blaine forgot where he was. Their thoughts merged together and met at the same place and time: the moment they saw each other when Blaine walked towards him, down the aisle.

Gasping for air, they broke their kiss and stared into each other's eyes. They didn't know how they managed to take their breath away for twenty six years. But they knew something: their love for each other was a tale as old as time yet fresh and gorgeous as a rose.

Blaine didn't realise that they broke the kiss until he felt Kurt's thumb rubbing his cheek, wiping the stray tears.

Kurt giggled and broke eye contact first, which lead to Blaine giving a teary chuckle.

“What was I saying? Sorry, I was distracted by my gorgeous husband right here.”

“Oh is it? I think you were speaking about how gorgeous and young you look. How lovely and charming you look in this tuxedo. How you managed to take my breath away wearing this tuxedo.”

Blaine twirled Kurt and held him again, earning a blushed husband. Blaine's lips hovered over Kurt's ear as he spoke.

“Who said this wasn't a good idea? All I can see is my soon to be husband. So lovely and handsome.”

Kurt shook his finger wearing the wedding band and played along.

“But I am already married, Blaine.”

“Yeah? Me too. I'll marry you again if you want to.”

“Oh stop it, Blaine. I think my face will burst if you don't stop your icing talk.”

“What? You're in your tuxedo. Maybe I'll wear mine too. Maybe we'll leave Joanne and Marc here. And we'll elope. I'll marry you again. And we will be a young married couple again.”

“Blaine,that's insane.”

“Yeah, I am insane for you.”

Both of them held each other firmly, numb to their surroundings and distracted to each other.

“I think… it's our cue to leave now. These adults won't stop being disgusting with those kisses. See? They forgot about us too” Joanne commented to her brother.

“🎵All that work and what did it get me?🎵” Marc sang, earning an eye roll from his sister.  

“🎵Why do I do it?🎵”

And Joanne dragged her brother, pressing her hand on his mouth.

Now back to the couple.

“Do you think I'm still pretty?”

“Do you doubt it?”

Blaine nuzzled into his neck, holding his hand as they started to slow dance. Blaine's steady voice singing “All Of Me” built on, filling the thick clouds of air containing Kurt's perfume. He loved Kurt, he loves him and he will love him. That's a promise forever.

“I'm too distracted to say yes”.

“Very well,” Blaine smiled and continued, holding each other's dance and getting lost in each other.

I hope you love this story and was DISTRACTED enough to glaze over my errors.

As for other prompts, I'll try to complete them soon. I have prompts of nearly 1 yr old. Can you believe?

[trashyswitch]

Day 2: Accidental

Chase is playing Beatsaber, when Shawn tries to get his attention. But this simple little poke ends up revealing a ticklish spot not a lot of people know about.

Ugh...Gotta get uploading earlier. XD I keep forgetting. Hope you enjoy!

Chase had been playing Beat Saber on the VR headset, playing different songs on it. He had played Counting Stars by OneRepublic, then moved to Another One Bites The Dust by Queen, before playing We Are The Champions, also by Queen, and even We Will Rock You by Queen. The Queen songs were brand new to the game, having been released in May of 2023. So he wanted to get a chance to try them out. When he was done getting his Queen fix, he switched to My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light ‘em up) by Fall Out Boy. 

He was currently getting ready to finish the song, and end it off with a very stylish finish. He hit the blue block, hit the red block, hit the 2nd red block and hit the blue block. He hit the 2 blue blocks, before hitting the red block…

And then ended it off with slashing both red and blue blocks at the same time…before throwing his fists in the air. “YES!” 

[85%] 

“Hey Chase, have you-” 

Chase gasped as he felt a poke on his back. Chase squeaked and arched his back as he flopped to the ground on his back, giggling helplessly. 

….Dude.” The person said, before poking the VR headset. “Hello?” They said. 

Chase took off his headset and looked at the person. “Oh…Sorry Shawn.” He got up onto his feet. “You scared me!” He admitted. 

Shawn raised an eyebrow. “I touched you. That’s all I did.” Shawn told him. “I know…” Chase admitted. “But why my back?” Chase asked. 

“Because where else was I gonna tap you?! Your side? That would tickle you. Your shoulder? That might scare you too much. The back seemed like the most viable option.” Shawn explained. “Though clearly, it doesn’t seem to make much of a difference.” Shawn added. 

“Well-” Chase chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head. “Ihi can’t help it!” Chase tried to tell him. “Can’t help what? Can’t help that you’re dramatic?” Shawn asked, slightly annoyed. 

“Well that…but…” Chase bit his lip and looked down, unsure how to explain the feeling without creating curiosity or suspicion. Shawn raised an eyebrow. “But…what?” He asked. 

Chase sighed and looked down. “B-Because…” Chase sighed, deciding to tell the truth. “My back is a little…sensitive too.” Chase finally admitted. 

Shawn slowly blinked with a dumbfounded, surprised look on his face. “...You mean ticklish?” Shawn clarified. 

Chase bit his lip. “Uhhh…Yeeeeaaah…” Chase mumbled awkwardly. 

Shawn rolled his eyes and chuckled a bit. “God dammit.” He mumbled with a laugh. “So let me get this straight:” He walked closer. “You’re telling me that a simple poke right here-” Shawn poked Chase’s upper back, specifically between the shoulder blades like he did earlier. “eEEHEEK!” Chase screeched almost feminine-like, unintentionally interrupting Shawn’s words. He speed-walked a few steps forward and scratched his upper back to get the feeling to go away, all the while giggling with embarrassment. Stupid ticklish shoulder blades- 

Shawn stared at him with even more shock. He-...He wasn’t lying! This was real! He is actually really ticklish on his upper back! Well, more between his shoulder blades than anything. But still! That counts! “I…” Shawn grabbed Chase’s right shoulder to hold him steady, and started drawing his finger on the area between his shoulder blades. “Is it really that-” 

Chase threw his head back with a bright smile. “eeEEheeeheeheee! Duhude! Hehehe- YES! Ihit is!” Chase replied. 

Shawn quickly widened his smile as he adjusted himself to look at Chase from the right side. By standing at this specific angle, Shawn was able to look at where he was placing his fingers, AND get a good look at Chase’s funny reaction at the same time. “Oh my god…” Was all he muttered as he started dancing 4 of his fingers up and down the spine between the shoulder blades. “What a strange area to be ticklish...” Shawn reacted with slight excitement mixed into the calmness. 

“Ihiheeehehee- Ahahare you dohone yet?” Chase asked him. 

Shawn clicked his tongue. “Well you see…I technically am done because I got the confirmation I was looking for.” Shawn admitted. 

“Thehehen-” Chase yelped and visibly jumped, before freezing with his eyes wide in horror. Shawn quickly noticed this change. “...So I probably should stop tickling you. But…” He quickly decided to keep his fingers inches from the spot he was just on. “I think I found a brand new tickle spot to test on you.” Shawn reacted. “And now I’m curious.” 

“Shawn, Shawn please-” Chase gasped and leaned his head back with a squeak. 

Shawn had placed one finger on either side of Chase’s spine. “Oho, this is gonna be fun.” Shawn said eagerly as his last warning before skittering all 5 of his fingers like a spider all over the middle spot on his back. 

“NahahahAHAHAHA!” Chase closed his eyes and shook his head. “GAHAHA- SHAAAAHAWN!” Chase attempted to push against Shawn with his hands before trying to cover up his back with his hands. But when that didn’t work, Chase would go back to pushing Shawn away. Though this would prove to be difficult, considering how weak he was at the moment. 

Shawn started making rapid ‘ticky-ticky-ticky’ sounds with his teeth in an attempt to further tease his friend…all the while scratching on his poor friend’s back. “What’s wrong, Chase? Don’t like spiders tickling your back?” Shawn teased, switching to scritching 2 fingers in the middle of his back right as he said the word ‘tickling’ in his evil sentence. “NOHOHOHOHO! FUCK YOHOHOHOU!” Chase shot back. 

Shawn raised his eyebrows in shock. “Damn…Someone’s in a mood.” He reacted. “All I wanted to do was tickle my best friend! And you just start spitting curses at me!” Shawn reacted. “What did I do to deserve this?!” He asked. 

“YOHOHOHOU’RE BEHEHEING RUHUHUHUDE!” Chase argued. 

“Is that so?” Shawn asked with a smirk. “It’s only been a few minutes, Chase. You really can’t handle a few minutes of tickles?” Shawn teased. 

“IHIT’S BEEN LONGER THAHAN A FEHEHEW MIHINUTES!” Chase yelled back at him. “TEHEHEN MIHINUTES AHAHAT MOHOHOHOST!” Chase argued. “Has it really?” Shawn asked before stopping and checking his watch. Sure enough, he was right. “Huh…I guess it has.” Shawn reacted. But Shawn shrugged his shoulders as he lowered his wrist down. “Alright, fine.” Shawn replied, letting Chase go. “You win.” 

Chase sped away from Shawn the moment he was let go, and placed his back against the wall. He was nervous of what other spots Shawn was capable of finding if he even gave him the smallest of chances. 

“So…” Shawn pointed to him. “Telling by your reaction, I’m guessing other people have found that spot before?” Shawn asked. 

Chase looked down with a little bit of embarrassment. “Y-Yeah…” He admitted. “I used to get massages to help my shoulders, and I had to stop paying for them because even stronger pushes would tickle too much.” Chase admitted. 

“That’s a shame. Massages can be very helpful.” Shawn replied. “But that just means more chances to tickle your back~!” Shawn teased as he walked up and turned Chase over, spidering up and down his back again.  

Chase arched his back and giggled all over the place as he tried to inch himself away. “SHAHAHAWN NOHOHOHOHOHO!” He reacted. But doing so only made Shawn’s fingers tickle near the lower back ribs! And when his fingers even touched the back of his ribcage…Chase squealed and fell backwards into Shawn’s arms! “NAHAHAHOHOHOHO!” Chase cackled, losing his balance. 

“Ooooh!” Shawn caught Chase and brought the man to the floor before flipping him onto his side. “I think I found another ticklish spot~!” Shawn started off by spidering up and down the right side of his back rib cage. 

Chase kicked his feet like a little desperate swimmer as he laughed heartily in his arms. “NOHOHO FAHAHAHAIR!” Chase argued. 

Shawn chuckled at his reaction. “Small question: Were you really this ticklish this whole time?” Shawn asked. “Or do you just suck at hiding tickle spots from me?” Shawn asked next, half-joking and half-serious. 

“IHIF YOU STOHOPPED EARLIER, YOU WOHOHOULDN’T HAHAHAVE FOHOHOUND THEHEM!” Chase argued. 

“True…” Shawn admitted. But he turned Chase around so he could look at him face-to-face. “But what fun would it be if I stopped tickling you?!” Shawn asked next, dancing his fingers on his friends’ sides.  

“Ohokahahayokahay!” Chase attempted to remove Shawn’s hands from his sides. “Whahat dihihid yohohohou wahahahant?” Chase asked him. “What do you mean?” Shawn asked back, pausing his hands for a moment. 

Chase held his wrists away from his sides so Shawn couldn’t tickle anymore. Though this didn’t change the giggles that left his mouth as he talked. “Yohohou pohoked me to ahahask mehe sohohomething ehehearlier.” Chase explained. “Whahahat wahahas ihit yohou wantehed?” Chase asked. 

“Oh that!” Shawn shrugged his shoulders. “Right.” Shawn thought for a moment and widened his eyes when he realized his mind was coming up blank. “Uhhhh…” He mumbled, hoping a mumble would be enough to help him remember. But…it wasn’t. So…He told the truth. “I don’t know, actually. I barely remember now.” Shawn admitted. “I was honestly too busy questioning why you fell to the ground after a simple poke to the back.” Shawn admitted. 

“Soho…” Chase let go of Shawn’s hands and looked up at him. “You seriously don’t remember what you were gonna ask me?” Chase asked. 

“Nope.” Shawn replied awkwardly. 

Chase rolled his eyes and got up. “Alright. Then I’m going back to Beatsaber.” he said as he put the headset back on and picked up his controllers. 

“Fine. If I remember, then I’ll bug you again.” Shawn decided. 

“Okay. Just NO back pokes this time.” Chase added. “Poke my shoulder if you want to get my attention.” Chase instructed. 

Shawn saluted him and walked away. “Okay.” He replied. 

Chase went back to the song list, and started to look at the different song options again. What’s a song that he hasn’t played in ages? It didn’t take long for Chase’s controller to hover over a specific song. 

Huh…This is a good one. 

He hovered the controller over the play button and clicked it. 

[carry-on-my-wayward-gays]

Back again with the Actual Thing I said I would put in your inbox <3 (also here's more Southern! Sheriff Jimmy for ya <3)

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"Would ya let go of me?!"

"What are you gonna do about it, toy?"

Jimmy's eye twitched. Of course the Woody jokes got picked up, he was barely half the god's height, he must've looked like a toy. But feeling the god poke and prod at his limbs, tug him around this way and that, it felt like he wasn't a man, but a puppet. He thought he cut the strings back during the death game. But no, the crossed wooden sticks were just given to someone else.

Why did it have to be Joel of all people?

"Jus' don't forget what happened during the game, Joel..." He said gravely.

"There are rules here, Sheriff." Joel snorted dismissively. "I can just respawn. And besides, you didn't take me out. A warden got to Etho, and then that killed me. Fucking Tango.."

Jimmy laughed, low and dangerous, and Joel almost had half a mind to be fearful.

"Joel... jus' who do you think helped plan that."

Joel paused. He'd never thought about that. "I- I assumed Tango just did it as revenge-"

"Partly." The sheriff said, all too casual for what he was talking about. "But I helped.. we traded things off. I got Big B an' Ren, since they were th'first on red besides us. Then you guys came next."

"You-... you took out Big B and Ren?" Joel asked hesitantly. There is no bravado in his tone, no confidence faked. This is real. This is apprehension. Worry. And Jimmy was living for it.

"It's a wonder what a little poison an' clumsiness can do, really." He kept a casual expression, though he was unable to stop the slight grin that formed from Joel's tone. "Like I said, we traded off. Aft'a you was Grian an' Scar. Told Tango I wanted t'do Grian's myself. I had somethin' I had t'say to 'em."

"You..." Joel looked horrified, if only for a brief second, before he was steeling himself to try and remain tough. "You don't scare me sheriff. There are rules here- and I can respawn, I'm not scared of you-"

"Oh I know that." Jimmy shrugged. "But maybe y'should be. Tango taught me how t'wrangle a warden. I can still make those cookies. It may not be you that gets taken down... but you can bet on my badge it will be soon."

"Why- why are you telling me all this?" Joel crossed his arms. The tough exterior was cracking. Though, he wasn't sure if that was his own paranoia, or the sheriff's cold, unphased eyes baring right through him.

"Joel, ain't it obvious?" Jimmy laughed again, stepping towards him and reveling in the way he stepped back. "Because no one is gonna believe you. After all, I'm nothin' but a toy, right? Th'only other person who was in the game is Scott. An' he's a con artist. An' a thief... I'm just a helpless little toy." He narrowed his eyes and felt the way Joel flinched, before he went to leave. Silent as he flew through the air. Familiar. Predatory.

Joel wasn't scared. There was nothing to be scared of. Right? It was just Jimmy, he was probably bluffing!

He hoped.

That next meeting at the underground market definitely took Joel a while to work up the nerve to come to. He couldn't shake that threat. Those words. Finding out that Jimmy was the one to do people in? Sweet, canary boy Jimmy? Maybe Jimmy was right. Maybe no one would believe him. Except...

"Jimmy threatened me earlier." He mentioned while they were discussing what other merchandise would go in the markets. "Freaked me out. I've never seen him that angry before."

Fwhip laughed, almost fully cackling and leaning against the table with the sheriff toys. "You bought it? You believed him- really? Joel, come on. I know you're not the smartest, but you're not fully stupid. It's Jimmy, he's not a real threat. He can't even hurt a fly."

"I thought he couldn't even steal a horse, but- I saw him in Double Life! Scott- Scott you were there-" the god looked frantically over at colorful man, his eyes pleading. I need you to believe me.

And Scott stared at him. For a good while. Like he's almost trying to remember. But quickly, he shook his head of that memory and forced a half hearted smile. "Joel, come on.. Jimmy wouldn't hurt anyone, not in purpose. He's the sheriff, that's kinda against his brand."

"Get a grip, man." Fwhip, finally having calmed down from his fit of laughter, patted Joel's arm dismissively and went right back to peddling his wares.

Joel didn't listen. The only thing he could hear were three words. Over and over.

Jimmy was right.

DUDE THAT'S SO !!!! *SHAKING YOU* I LOVE IT IT'S SO GOOD I LOVE JOEL BEING CAUGHT IN ABSOLUTE HORROR WHEN HE REALIZES JIMMY WAS RIGHT AND THAT NO ONE REALLY WILL BELIEVE HIM. I LOVE THE LITTLE TIDBIT OF JIMMY BEING A SILENT FLIER ALSKSJDJDJFJ TUMBLR USER ROXIE-ROO MY VERY BELOVED /p

[the-whistlepig]

September 21, 2009 Potter B&B

“You’ll never believe who emailed me,” Joey said as she helped Bessie wash the lunch dishes.

“Random House? Did they have an opening after all?”

“I wish. No, Pacey sent me an email.”

Bessie’s eyebrows shot up. “Pacey Witter?”

“You know another Pacey?”

“Point.” Bessie turned her attention back to a plate as Joey hung a coffee mug in its proper place under the cabinet. “What’s he up to? I thought he was out east working on a fishing boat.”

“He’s working on a yacht now. I think.” Joey realized that Pacey never actually confirmed that in the email, and frowned. “Currently he’s in Mauritius, but I have no idea if that’s permanent or whatever. Probably just a temporary port of call.”

“Where?”

“It’s near Madagascar.”

“Oh. Uh-huh.” Bessie nodded, seeming a little distracted. “Did you remember to put the extra towels up in the Lavender bedroom? And what did Pacey have to say?”

“Not much. Sailing, living his life. Eating mangoes.” Joey waved a hand when Bessie gave her a surprised look. “I don’t know either. I guess I’ll email him back but I have even less going on, so I’m not sure what I’m going to even say.”

Bessie laughed. “Like that’s ever stopped the two of you before.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You forget that I remember your high school days. ‘You hang up first.’” She pitched her voice lower in an imitation of Pacey. “‘No, you hang up first.’ For hours. It was nauseating.”

Joey dropped her chin to glare at her sister. “It’s unfair I’m too young to remember your awkward high school days so I can’t throw these things back into your face.”

“Oh, my high school days were nowhere near as eventful as yours. Thank god.” Bessie shoulder-bumped her, still laughing. “But seriously, did you lay out the extra towels or not?”

“Yes, bossy, I did.”

“So does this mean anything?” Bessie asked. “Are you and Pacey friends again?”

“We were never not friends. We just…didn’t talk for a few years, is all. I still consider him to be…” Her extensive vocabulary failed her entirely in that moment. “Let’s stick with ‘a friend’ and leave it at that, please.”

She expected Bessie to launch another onslaught of teasing, but the sympathetic look her sister sent her way was almost worse. “Are you going to write back?”

“Yes,” Joey said, as she’d already decided that. “Not sure I have anything to tell him. ‘Good morning, Pacey, I hope you’re enjoying a beautiful island paradise probably surrounded by scantily clad women. Let me tell you all about my day! Today I woke up and changed all the sheets in the house. And then I sat on the dock and stared at the creek for an hour and tried not to think about how it’s been six months and nothing about Capeside has changed and I’m never going to find a job ever again and that beautiful career I built up in publishing is probably just somewhere in a dumpster by this point, and oh yeah, student loans suck. Then I had a muffin. The end.’”

“You forgot the bit where you helped me with the dishes,” Bessie said dryly.

Joey dried a plate and gazed emptily at the faint reflection she could see on its porcelain surface. “Scintillating.”

“You’re the writer of the family. You’ll make it sound better than that. I have faith in you.” Bessie gave her a half-hug, laughing when Joey grumpily toweled away the wet patch Bessie had left on her sleeve. “Scantily clad women, hm?”

“What?” Joey’s head snapped up. Had she said that bit out loud?

“Maybe leave that part out if you don’t want him to know you’re jealous.”

“I’m not—ugh.” The phone rang, offering an escape. Joey scrambled for it. “Potter B&B.”

Over at the sink, Bessie smirked.

Bessie’s guilt-trip, a skill she had honed to a fine point over many, many years and many of Joey’s tantrums, worked. After dinner, she reluctantly collected her laptop and flopped down on her bed. She forced herself to close all of the social media tabs and anything that might be a distraction and, perched on her stomach with her feet kicking in the air, her favorite position to write, she hit Reply and began to type.

To: Capt_Pacey@fakemail.com From: jpotter@fakemail.com

Hey, Pacey,

There, that much was easy to write.

Really surprised to hear from you. She paused with her fingers on the keys. Was that too standoffish? Impersonal? It wasn’t like they’d talked much in years. Whatever. She wrote on: But it’s nice. You’ll be pleased to know that I’m not writing this at 3:30 in the morning. It’s—she glanced at the clock—only 9:15 p.m., a respectable hour. I’d have to look up what time it is there for you.

There. A full paragraph. Not bad.

Speaking of where you are, could you please send some of that nice weather my way? It’s stupidly cold already, which is unfair for September. Just a couple days of warm sunshine should do us fine. Go ahead and send that when you can and I’ll pay you back for postage when I get a chance.

And you have to tell me more about this boat and the deckhand life. Yacht? Sailboat? Tugboat? Rowboat? Bessie asked and I couldn’t even tell her. Do you realize how embarrassing that is?

Now, to answer your questions: nothing much is happening so there’s nothing exciting to write about.

Joey tapped her fingers against the keys, considering. He’d asked about New York. So he didn’t know. No way in hell did she want to tell him about being laid off and going from living her dream job one day and being back in her old bedroom as a jobless loser the next. And she definitely didn’t want to think of the months trying to find a job, any job, in a world where jobs no longer seemed to exist for anybody, watching her self-esteem slowly circle the drain the entire time.

But if they were pen pals, he would probably find out sooner than later.

New York’s fine, I think? I wouldn’t know. I moved back to Capeside a few months ago to help Bessie out with the B&B.

Jack’s back in Capeside, too, but his coaching duties keep him pretty busy so I usually only see him when Jen swings through, which isn’t often lately for good reasons. Bessie is good, still as bossy as ever. Things are slow at the restaurant, so Bodie’s home a lot to help out. And yes, Alexander IS driving, but only in Mario Kart. He’s the current reigning champion of the Potter-Wells at the moment, but I intend to steal his crown very soon.

But that’s enough about me. Write back and tell me all about your seafaring life, Deckhand Witter. Let me live a little vicariously.

She stopped, not sure how to sign the email. At work, she’d just ended every email with “Thanks.” But that definitely felt generic. “Sincerely” was too formal. “Love” was right out of the question. Same with “Yours.” She cheated and scrolled down to read how Pacey signed off, and scowled. Just a hyphen. Absolutely no help there.

In the end, she decided to go with a statement.

From the once and future queen of Mario Kart,

Joey

She checked Pacey’s email one more time and reread his postscript message, so she added her own.

PS – Wouldn’t you like to know.

And before she could second-guess herself, she hit Send. It’d probably be weeks before he was back in port. And that was if he even decided to write back at all. Maybe he’d been out in the sun too long and forgot that they didn’t talk anymore.

The thought that he might not write back depressed her a little more than she wanted to examine.

Joey pushed off her bed, grabbed her ever-present blanket, and wandered to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. While the water heated up, she wandered over to the bookshelf. They’d originally planned to fill it with pamphlets and flyers for things to do in the area, but the middle shelf had morphed into something of a library where guests could leave or take a book. Joey poked through until she found a paperback of some sort of historical romance. Not her usual genre, but it wasn’t like she had anything else to do. She grabbed her tea and curled up in the big armchair, opening the book to the first page.

[presleyluvschris]

Hey I got a request for jj I understand if u don’t want to do it

so you are jj sister u are about 15 and one day you stared to have these pains turn out u was pregnant and u was in labour and u was worried u was that jj was going to be mad at u and when u had the baby and took it home u was worried u was going to be a bad mum so jj and John b started helping witt the baby and they started to Noticed you’ve been distance and they comforted u when u told them everything 

morning sickness

brother!jj x pregnant!sick!sister!reader

a/n: im not used to having the reader in no romantic/sexual relationship with the pairing, this probably sucks and i think i fucked up the ending so bear with me.

word count 2.1k

warnings: not proof-read, teenage pregnancy, grammar, swearing, a little angst, mentions of throwing up, labour, a twist?

summary: reader gets pregnant ➢ 𝑵𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑮𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵

"pope," you plead, "give me back my shoe."

you reach on your tiptoes to grab it from his hand.

"please." you beg, jumping up and swinging your arm into the air.

he giggles and maneuvers it around until you finally snatch it from his hand.

"peice of shit," you grumble, raising your knee to slip your shoe back on, over your heel.

"hey guys," john b comes in through the screen door, "everyone on for the party tonight?"

you groan, laying your arms on the counter.

"john b my entire body hurts, especially my abdomen." you sigh, "is that what you call it? ab-do-me-"

"oh my god, fine, just stay here." he rolls his eyes, "fine by me, i wont have to babysit you."

you furrow your eyebrows and make a pouted expression, "but then i'd be alone."

he looks around the room sarcastically, "no shit! you're 15!"

he sighs and rubs his eye before locking his expression on your puppy eyes, "cant you handle one night alone with a bottle of advil?"

"yes, okay, fine asshole, i'll be here," you groan.

JJ comes up from behind you and tosses john b a loaf of bread over your head.

"i'll stay with you, bug."

"really??" you grin, looking up at JJ

"yeah its fine, i got wasted yesterday anyways. i dont think i can handle another hangover. and thats coming from me, princess."

"see?" john b raises his eyebrows, "problem solved."

he nods his head and picks up two large coolers before kicking the screen open with his foot and shifting out of the doorway, pope following behind.

you sigh and shift your attention to your brother. "bird piss is gone, what should we do?"

he hums, "we could watch a movie."

you huff in your cheeks, "m'kay. what kind?"

"i don't know, what do you watch these days?" he asks, sitting in john b's couch.

"how about the hangover? you could fantasize about getting drunk and having a big dick."

his mouth drops open, "how do you know about that movie?? and i do have a big dick!"

"mm, ive been scarred once," you press your lips together, "tell that to your girlfriends."

he puts his neck foward, "like kie? we only kissed once, and that was like 8 months ago."

you roll your eyes, "yeah right. kie's too much of a freak to kiss someone once."

he punches your arm and you swat him back.

"kie's not a freak..she just has like- sex appeal." he looks around the room nervously.

"oh my god just turn on the movie already, i want to see some hot middle aged men."

he snorts and you kick his leg in annoyance.

you giggle as the movie starts, and JJ gets up to get popcorn.

about five minutes in, you feel a sharp pain in your belly

you whimper, and your brother is the first to notice.

he sets the bowl down and sits back down next to you, "whats wrong, bugs?" his hand on your back.

"i-i don't know! my stomach- it really hurts."

JJ starts to panic. "shit, shit shit," he gets up, "stay right here i'll go get pope." he runs out of the chateau.

you groan loudly in pain as you clutch your stomach, bending yourself over, trying to breathe in and out, as you felt yourself in a panic attack, did i forget to take a pill? your eyes fill with water. JJ is going to kill me. oh my god oh my god.

JJ is back with pope a couple of minutes later, and you are practically shaking out of your mind.

"what the hell is going on?" pope comes in the living room, kneeling by you.

"oh, princess." JJ. holds you in his arms, trying to soothe you to get yourself to stop shaking.

"jayge it reslly burns," you sob, "it burns JJ!" tears stream down your face as he holds your head to his chest.

"okay, alright, shhhhh." he rocks you slowly back and forth, and glances at pope.

"do you think her kidneys failed or something?" pope asks, nervously biting his lip and looks at JJ.

"i don't know," he whispers, trying to calm you down.

pope calls 911 and the ambulance carries you out of JJs arms and onto a stretcher.

JJ doesn't cry much but seeing you in this much pain, made his throat clog up in a ball of anger.

once your brother, john b, kie, pope, and sarah made it to the hospital, JJ came in to hold your hand in room 208 as the doctors talked with John B.

you were no longer in pain but you felt exhausted from the medicine they held you under. you layed your head against the pillow and stared at the wall while all the pogues were by your side. Sarah was crying and kie was trying to comfort her.

soon john b returned in your room and carefully shut the door behind him, a blank expression on his face as he takes a seat next to everyone else, all staring at him in confusion.

"so??" kie asks, her hands folded to her chest, "whats wrong with her?"

he purses his lips and exhales, leaning in the back of the chair and rubbing his face with his hands.

"i don't know-- they said they ran x-rays and y/n's 9 months out pregnant."

"WHAT?!" JJ yells, his mouth open as you flinch. "NINE MONTHS?" he screams, "HOW?"

"WHEN, WHERE? HOW? WHO?" JJ holds his hands in his hair, ready to kill and beat the shit out of who ever dickless bastard knocked you up.

John B is weirdly quiet, in shock, almost. he looks at the floor and swallows. He can't even make eye contact with you.

no one is answering JJs question and everyones eyes are on you, making tears run down your cheeks. everyone probably hates you.

pope shakes his head,"we never saw a bump, JJ, i don't know how we could have known."

you whimper from crying, you knew you had sucked in your stomach for 9 months and you knew you had drinks since then with the pogues, too. you we're screwed at there was nothing to be done.

JJ notices your tears and tries to hold himself back from bursting out of the room, but his strokes your arm to let you know as a gesture he wasn't mad at you.

John B's eyes go towards you, he knew he had hooked up with you almost a year ago by mistake.

"what do we do?" sarah asks, biting the edge of her nail. she knew about her ex's hookup with you and she swore to never tell anyone, and she didnt.

John B shakes his head as he sits next to you, "we can't file for abortion, its illegal here, and besides, we can't kill it."

everyone gives john b a look, they knew what he was admitting but no one wanted to say anything yet.

unaware, JJ is staring at the floor. "its up to y/n."

you shake your head and wipe your tears from your face, "i wanna keep it." you sniffle, "of course i want to keep it."

john b hisses in anxiety, scrunching his eyes and tilts his head at the ceiling.

you feel pains again and everyone panics as the doctors order for everyone to step away, JJs eyes are worried as they lead you in a seperate room.

they ordered everyone to stay outside in the waiting room, except for john b.

everyone watches him leave, and JJ catches on that john b had been the one to get you pregnant.

JJ is angrier than he has ever been in his life. pacing the floor again, holding his hand to his chest while all the pogues try to comfort esch other.

JJ hated himself for not noticing anything before, he hated himself for letting you drink beer at parties, he hated himself for not being there with you while you were having a baby. You were his only biological family.

in another room, you scream and moan in pain as john b puts his hand on your shoulder.

"keep pushing, you're doing great." he adds, holding his breath.

you groan loudly, holding on to the sides of the bed as tears streamed down your face.

the doctors call codes, getting the baby out and taking care of the wounds while you lay there, a mask over your face, a complexion wet from tears.

John B is at a loss for words to comfort you.

an hour later, they put you in a more comfortable room to be stable in, as you were now able to be visited.

JJ bursts through the door, carefully wrapping his arms around you.

sarah has her head in her hands as all the pogues stare at you breathing, your vials in your arms, only a faint sound of beeping from the monitor.

a while later, they bring a nurse holding your baby in a pink knitted blanket, removing your mask, as another nurse helps you sit up.

you shakily breathe and look at your daughter in your arms, the baby crying as you slowly rock it back and forth.

you wipe your face, and press a kiss to her forehead.

John B looks at you, "what are we going to name it."

you shake your head, "i never thought of a name."

JJ is giving John B the death stare but doesn't want to upset you by holding him against a wall and beating the shit out of him.

all of you make your way out of the hospital after signing papers, while everyone walks out into the parking lot with you.

sarah his holding the baby in her arms, rubbing your arm.

"john b..." kie looks at him while walking towards the twinkie, noticing his gesture. "what the fuck."

JJs eyes dart towards him, and stops walking as he kicks a rock to a car.

you flinch at his actions before he advances towards john b and punches him across the face, leaving him on the floor with a bloody nose.

Pope tries to seperate JJ from him, but JJ pushes him to the side, kie grabbing his arm to pull pope from the situation.

"you fucking touch my sister?" he holds his shoulders and kicks john b's dick inside him three times.

you sob in your hands as JJ beats him, while sarah holds you.

your brother drops him back to the floor, sarahs hands over her mouth.

he backs away from john b, heavily breathing.

no one says anything, kie swallows. they all knew john b deserved to be beaten by your brother but nonetheless was it hard to watch.

"

sarah was furious at john b but she stayed silent on the drive home. JJ had no intention of being able to even look at his best friend.

you held your baby in your arms, your heart filling with love for her.

when everyone made it back to the chateau, and out of the van, JJ took the baby and put it in his arms with you sitting by his side.

sarah was also right next to you, the rest of the pogues talking on the porch, including john b.

he notices you are acting distant from him.

JJ wraps an arm around you, "i'm not mad, okay?" he sighs, "im just mad at jb, and that you hid something like this for so long."

you nod your head, "im sorry."

"you're extremely lucky that this baby didn't have any issues from drinking." he raises his eyebrows.

"i know." tears fill your eyes, as they stream down your cheeks, "i didn't want to jj! i felt like he pressured me into it, and i dont even know how im going ti handle being a mother on my own at my age i-" you sob into his chest.

JJ holds you closer, "shhhh, its all going to be okay, luvs." he strokes your hair, "i promise we will take it day by day, together."

he intertwines his pinky into yours. "pinky swear."

you wipe your eyes, sniffling, "thank you, jayge, for everything."

"of course, bugs. you're gonna be a good mama. if its anyone that could do something like this, its you."

you smile as tears fill your eyes again, "thank you."

he nods, fixing his backwards hat, "we're going to show this little girl that she is loved no matter what." he wipes a tear that fell from your eye with his thumb.

you nod and stroke the baby's head with your thumb softly.

"i think i wanna name her aria," you breathe.

he grins, "i think thats a beautiful name, y/n."

you tilt your head to look at him and nod, "me too."

"what will jb think?" you ask, worried if you should even talk about it with him.

he sighs, and tries to swallow, "im going to beat his ass more later."

he looks down at you, getting up and taking the baby from your arms.

"for now you need to get a lot of rest and pope and i will go shopping later." he raises his eyebrows, and puts his hand on the top of your head before walking away.

you knew that it had been a long year and you had made some mistakes in the past, but you were glad your brother and john b (eventually) would take care of you and your baby, and that everything would be okay for now.

tags @chachachannah 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♡

[nightcoremoon]

Wakanda Forever was not the greatest movie in the world. obviously. how could it be? their lead actor died before they could film enough to complete so they had to rewrite the whole thing. that always ends up in disaster. except here.

I’m not going to ignore the flaws. studio interference was blatantly obvious. it’s something I agree with them on but it’s still tiring to see every single movie exist as a ploy to sell action figures to little girls while sidelining the character the movie is named after. I can tell they reused shots from the first draft of filming and just mouse dropped them in. the CGI was awful as always post-endgame (and honestly? as post-infinity war) and they used way too much of it. martin freeman was only there because his contract required it and his character had no meaning other to be A White Guy Who Isn’t Evil. the plot was Everyone Is Stupid At Least Once and I hate idiot ball plots, and the character motivation for the protagonist was Why Would God Let Bad Things Happen To Good People and honestly that is such a stupid plot device that has never been done properly (the answer is Because God Gave You Free Will, Dumbass). Ironheart would have been a good inclusion in a movie that wasn’t (supposed to be) about Black Panther. I hate the movie’s title because it’s the most generic possible title that could have possibly been made, EXCEPT as a wink to the audience that just because Chadwick unfortunately passed far too soon doesn’t mean that Disney is going to completely forget about Wakanda (not because they actually care about black people but it’s because they care about black people’s money). and I hate that the way they implemented this is just to have T’challa Junior exist so that we can still have a boy black panther in a few years because god forbid we have a non-sexualised girl stay a main character for more than ten minutes on screen. they got their 4 seconds of begrudging diversity in if you squint and recognize that it’s intended to be romantic and not just gals being pals. and this is more of a gripe but didn’t Letitia Wright get #cancelled a few years back for making a bunch of homophobic remarks? if so then yeah there is no such thing as cancel culture. but that’s more of a gripe.

with that being said:

what a really fucking great movie. I’m genuinely pleasantly surprised that this turned out as good as it did compared to what I was worried it might end up being. the direction was fantastic, the fight choreography made sense, and the film was so pretty, especially in the underwater sections. all of the mayan architecture and culture looked fairly accurate as far as my knowledge of mayan civilization goes. The Protag’s character arc was hands down the best in the series second only to Tony Stark (whose arc took 10+ movies so there’s no competition). the black panther design is definitely the best designed female armor in the series. the fact that the villain being White Imperialism is boring means they succeeded at making it appear systemic as it is in real life, because it’s a very intelligent idea to literally say Hey, Spain was Evil, The US and France ARE evil, And The Victimized Demographics Uniting is the Only Way to ensure White Supremacy loses, but packaged in an easy to digest “revenge is bad” story. and of course having over half a dozen main characters be intelligent & capable black women with agency is such a breath of fresh air… that we’ll probably never breathe again considering how bad the marvels tanked. oh well. and it was very nice to see michael b jordan again.

overall I think I enjoyed it more in a vacuum than as part of the franchise.

[indeedaesies]

4/4/23

Cultures in any working industries is stupid & ridiculous.

Everyone rushes & competes who can carry the boss’s balls the highest. Boss takes advantage of his position and literally behaves like the biggest asshole on this planet.

I just got FUCKED by the worst boss I’ve ever worked for and his work bitch, aka The Manager. They’re quite well known in the company as Clown 1 & Clown 2. All for an MC that I had received from a certified doctor as I was diagnosed with Influenza B, a contagious disease and somehow almost everyone in my timeline is getting it in Singapore now. New covid? I was still not well yet I wore my mask and dragged myself to work as I did not want my colleague to be on shift alone, KNOWING how that felt like. Only to be fucked as early as 0830 on a Sunday morning.

Could not wait till work ended? Oh that’s right - coming from “the boss” who works everyday where he comes in at 0800 and fuck any nurse who arrives later than him, has time for exercises in between consults, goes for a two hour break unbothered, goes of as early as 3 or sometimes earlier, complains and bitches when he has to do a procedure for the patients, find faults with nurses, beats the patients up, does surgery without sterilised gloves contaminating everything, sides with his entitled clients who lies to his nurses but comes up with bullshit stories for him and when nurses try to clarify and explain themselves, he takes it as talking back and will make your life hell.

Oh, & lets not forget the work bitch - comes in the latest among all the nurses, dont even bother helping anyone with any treatments in the morning, sits at the front every single shift and claim “as the manager I need eyes everywhere so being at the reception is where I need to be to know everything”, has no idea everyone at work hates her, make so much promises but delivers nothing, turn the nurses and doctors against one another, telling me “as the new manager you should not join in the bitching” but bitches the most, act like someone you can trust behind the boss’s back but immediately give a whole new charade in front of him, acts nothing like a leader, purely lazy, throws the phone to other nurses who are having their breaks when clearly she is supposed to be the one mending the phone as per a receptionist does, will literally talk shit non stop, extremely bias, bitched about a nurse and claiming she wants to terminate her just because this nurse’s mom is a kidney dialysis patient and needs to be sent for treatments, hits patients too, really not around as she is busy chain smoking her lungs out, also leaving work as soon as the boss goes home.

I swear to god, this company’s a J O K E. These two clowns tell clients their pets are safe with us. THEY ARENT, especially not with these two mother fuckers who really, I do not understand why the fuck are they in this industry. Patients are being left ALONE overnight but these two clowns will tell clients “there will always be a nurse to take care of your pet overnight”. NO, there IS NOT! Coming to 5 months, I have seen 4 patients DIE overnight as there was NO NURSE OR VET to take care of them. My heart breaks every single fucking day. I vowed never to work for a company that does this shit and fuck me I was just desperate and an idiot to think I could change this place for the better. These two mother fuckers are inhumane. I saw once the boss CHOKE a motherfucking corgi with the leash because he was fierce. I had it handled, I was already restraining the corgi and this piece of shit grabbed his leash and held him in the air. I had to yell to tell him to stop. That corgi was so afraid. I have seen this monster castrate a cat when the cat was not even down yet all because he was in a “hurry”. I cried and I prayed for the cat because I was useless, I was a nobody and that was all I could do, help the cat recover from such a traumatic experience.

I try my best every single day, to do what I do best and that is to save animal lives. Help them. Be their voice. Make them comfortable. Everything that happens in this clinic goes against everything I believed in.

On that unfateful morning, while getting yelled at by the two clowns, all that went through my head was what would happen if I were to snap? My boss told me “i paid you your full salary to do your job” and tell me clearly what the fuck have i been doing all these months then? Come in to work and open my fucking legs and sit on my ass all day? He told me “I cannot work with you anymore, you took more medical leave than I did through my career. Go find a company that will tolerate this and do not tell me I am unfair” That’s rich coming from someone who is so full of it? Like I wouldnt come to work every single day if I get to not work, pass my surgeries and procedures to my nurses and other vets, go for undisturbed breaks and leave before 4 everyday? And Ive been slogging for them and this was my very first long medical leave BECAUSE OF A VIRUS MIND YOU.

Then coming from the work bitch “You can kiss your manager post goodbye, there is no way I can handover this position to you, this is unacceptable” - well funny how this is coming from someone who is not even FIT to lead a team. Also, I have already mentally checked out the managerial post as I have bigger plans coming my way and that is to get the fuck out of this company ASAP.

All for a medical leave. They know it is illegal to terminate me as MOM will not allow it, so here they are making it unbearable for me.

Dont get me wrong, the other doctors and nurses are amazing. I am really close to them as I bothered to get to know them. I took the time to hear them. I try my best to be there for them or help them. I understood what they go through. No matter what happens outside work, I still come to work every time with a smile on my face and make it worthwhile for everyone. But these two pieces of shit - in it for other reasons. And I do not know, for the first time in my life, what to do next.

All I know is, they can try their very best to get me to quit on my own accord but too bad, I am a survivor. I have been through shits after shits to be who I am today. They want me gone, they’ll have to give me a payout. Funny how this bitch is telling me all these bullshits to put on a good show for him when she’s the one that confirmed me as a permanent staff on my second month and even increased my salary. All because of a medical leave that I was entitled too. Amazing right?

[gilmoregirls123]

Chapter 1- The First Day

Lorelai lies the bed half awake desperately trying to latch onto a little more time she can get away with not moving.

"Lorelai!" Emily screeches. She enters Lorelai's bedroom "Oh my God you're not even up yet! You have less than an hour before school starts! Lorelai, are you listening to me, we need to be out of the door in 30 minutes Lorelai!"

A groggy Lorelai responds "muuum"

"Get up Lorelai, this is your first day of highschool and your not even awake yet"

"Muuum" Lorelai pulls her duvet over her head, but Emily pulls the other end right off the bed and dumps it on the floor "Hey!"

"Get up, and get dressed young lady. If I don't hear movement in the next five minutes then I'll be back. Do you understand me Lorelai? Lorelai!"

"I'm up I'm up" 

Emily exits the room.

In the dining room, Emily sits at the table holding a mug of coffee and is making list upon list about why to fire the maid this time. Lorelai enters in her new uniform and sits grabbing a muffin from the pile. 

"Mum can I have some coffee" begged Lorelai 

"No" replied Emily in that condescending tone of hers, she looked up at her daughter, "What is wrong with your hair. Did you forget to run a brush through it or were you going with the dragged through a hedge backwards look?"

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, it's very in this year we are all going as members of bananarama" Lorelai retorted sarcastically.

"Well you're not going to school looking like you just climbed out of bed. You better bring a brush down with you when you go up to wash your face"

"Mum, I've washed my face"

"Well it's still dirty"

Lorelai sighs "Okay. Where's dad?"

"He went into the office"

"Oh, I thought he was going to go in late" Her voice had an air of disappointment.

"I don't know what to tell you, Lorelai, he got a call and left."

"Ok fine, whatever"

Emily, seeing the disappointment on Lorelai's face "He'll pick you up and take you to the club for a soda after school. Now go and get your hairbrush and we can sort out that hair"

"Sure mum" A small smile etched into the side of Lorelai's face almost unnoticeable, but still noticed by Emily.

"Your uniform looks great by the way"

"Thanks" Lorelai left, now with a satisfied smile on her face.

They later pulled up outside Lorelai's new school.

"Wow" says Lorelai, "It looks like the Stanley Hotel"

"When did you watch The Shining?"

"Oh, ermm" Lorelai fished for an excuse

"We'll discuss it later, we need to talk about something more serious anyway"

"What now" Lorelai rolled her eyes,

"Lorelai this is a new school, new friends, a new start so for goodness sake don't blow it" Emily looked intensely at her daughter, "Your future rides on how well you do in this school, and so does your happiness. Therefore, if I get another call that you've broken the rules you're going to be in more trouble than your smart mouth has ever got you in before. Do you understand?"

"Yes mum"

"Remember this your representing the family here. I don't want a repeat of last year" 

"Mum, it's not that big of a deal"

"Not that big of a deal, Lorelai, you actually need to focus this year"

"Ugh"

"I'm serious, Lorelai. If I you get into any trouble at all"

"Come on mum, give me a break, everything will be fine"

"Remember we have the meeting at 10 o'clock, do not be late. This is important"

"Okay, I'll be there"

"Good, now I'll meet you there, I have a quick phone call to make"

Lorelai and Emily exit the car, Lorelai found her way into the building and Emily spotted a pay phone. She dialed Richard, his secretary picked up. 

"Hello, you've reached Richard Gilmore's office, how can I help you?" says Margie Richard's secretary.

"It's Emily, can you put Richard on please"

"Of course one moment Mrs Gilmore" after a moment, 

"What's the matter Emily? I'm in the middle of work" Richard asks. 

"You need to pick Lorelai up from school"

"What do you mean I need to pick her up"

"Richard please. She wants you here to be there for her on her first day of school and you bailed this morning"

"But I'm busy Emily, I have to work"

"I know Richard but she's your daughter"

"I had an urgent matter that "

"I've already promised her"

"You can't just spring this on a person"

"She is your daughter so for crying out loud pick her up from school and take her to the club"

"The club!"

"Goodbye Richard"

"Emily!?" She hung up, and entered the school.

"Lorelai" Emily yells out, down the long hallway, the place was packed with confused freshmen. Lorelai turns around to look at her mother,

"Yeah" She sighs as Emily walks over to her

"10 o'clock remember, please don't be late and no funny business"

"Alright" Lorelai was ushered into a room with the other students and Emily turned to follow the parade of parents entering the cafeteria.

It was 10:05, Lorelai pushed open the large double doors, a bookshelf covered an entire wall. There was a large fireplace on the opposite side and directly opposite her stood a wooden desk where an older man with gray hair sat. Her mother sat opposite him with her back turned away from Lorelai, who could already tell she was mad. 

"Sorry I'm late" said Lorelai

"That's okay Lorelai, it's a big school" the headmaster replied "besides it gave your mother and I a chance to catch up, I haven't seen her in ages"

"Well Albert, you and Matilda should definitely come to dinner one day."

"We would love that Emily"

"Lorelai this is headmaster Barrett"

"It's a pleasure to meet you Sir"

"It's good to meet you. I think the last time we met you were about 7 at the Christmas party, you were completely beside yourself with those apple tarts."

"They were good" Lorelai looked to her mother who was avoiding eye contact.

"That's the main thing. Now Lorelai I have heard you have quite the reputation for witty jokes. That will need to stop while you're here. I don't tolerate disrespectful behavior, do you understand?"

"Yes Sir"

"Good , I'm sure Lorelai wants to get back to class and I have another appointment" said Mr Barrett 

"We should go, but I'll call Matilda, bye now" Emily said 

"That sounds excellent goodbye"

"Mum, look I'm sorry" they had entered the hallway 

"Didn't I ask you, explicitly not to be late"

"Yes you did"

"Then you better have a reason for why you were"

"I'm sorry it's just"

"Just what Lorelai"

A door creaks open and a teacher comes out and walks down the hallway. 

"I need to go mum"

"Your father will pick you up after school outside the park opposite"

"Okay"

After school Lorelai crossed the road to the park, and waited . Without a watch or a way to contact her father Lorelai had no idea where he was. As the minutes grew on she sat on a bench where she could see the entrance and began to watch the passers by, she laughed when people fell into the nearest pothole and made up the conversations people were having. For some reason this occupied her time nicely and she soon forgot who she was waiting for. 

Back at the house Emily was wondering where Richard and Lorelai were, it was almost 5 and they should be back by now. She entered the kitchen and ordered the maid to finish the desert and make the salad. As she finished her instructions the phone rang, hoping it was Richard to tell her they were on their way back she picked it up

"Hello, Richard?"

"Ah Emily good, I thought I would let you know, I've got a meeting soon so I don't think I can pick Lorelai up"

"You didn't pick her up!"

"Oh Emily please it's hardly anything to get frantic about"

"Lorelai finished school an hour ago"

"What do you mean it's was 3, you still have an hour Emily"

"No it's 5"

"Oh dear, damn the time difference. She didn't come home?"

"No I thought she was with you"

"I'll call the school she's probably there"

"No Richard you deal with your precious meetings, I'll find Lorelai" Emily slammed the phone down and turned around and yelled at the maid "for goodness sake put the sorbet into the cocktail glasses" she marches out of the kitchen, the house and into her car.

She drove and drove scouring the streets looking for Lorelai walking home. When she arrived at the school, got out of the car and looked around. Lorelai spotted her and emerged from the park. A wave of relief washed over Emily's face which she quickly hid and told Lorelai to get into the car. 

"So where's dad?"

"He was held in a meeting. Didn't think to tell me until 10 minutes ago"

"Are you ok"

"I'm fine"

"Are you sure"

"Yes, I just want to get home"

"Okay"

They sat in silence for the rest of the journey and when they pulled up the pristine driveway Richard opened the door with a stern look on his face. 

"Lorelai thank goodness, come in"

"Well thank you so much for inviting me into my own home Richard" remarked Emily sarcastically.

As they walked into the house Richard responded saying "Emily it's been a long day I need to finish something, excuse me" Richard turned and left 

"Lorelai go upstairs and clean yourself up for dinner"

"Yes mum" She looked between her parents.

Emily watched and waited till Lorelai had ascended the stairs before she turned and marched into Richard's office. 

"Emily, I was just about to make a phone call"

"Richard stop working"!

"I need to finish this"

"You don't seem to care about any of us it's just work work work"

"Emily how dare you"

The voices slowly faded as Lorelai lay on her bed trying to listen in on their argument. Bored, she gets up and pushes down on a part of the floor borders, it sprung up and she took out a shoebox hidden inside. Opening she takes out the latest 'teen beat' magazine and tries to distract herself from her parent's arguing. When this fails she grabs her Walkman from the top door of the vanity, takes out the innocent tape and replaces it with one from the shoebox, plugs it in and puts on the headphones. Settling back down with her magazine, she still couldn't get comfortable. So pulling the headphones off she stared around the room. She'd never felt comfortable here, it was all to her mother's taste. Her eyes rested on the phone and she picked it up, dialed a number and it began to ring.

"Hi Chris, it's me"

"I'm good, dad forgot to pick me up from school so now the two of them are down there arguing like Lucy and Ricky"

"It I haven't seem mum this annoyed at dad since the ice cream fiasco of 76'"

"Don't laugh Chris, this is serious"

There is a knock on the door

"One second Chris" Lorelai looked up at the door "come in"

A timid maid enters

"Mrs Gilmore told me to inform you that dinner is being served"

"Okay thanks Angela, tell mum I'm on my way"

The maid leaves closing the door behind her

"Sorry Chris I've got to go I've not even changed yet. I'll keep you updated on the craziness though"

"Of course, I'll call you later"

Hanging up the phone she leaps out of bed rushing to the dresser, she pulls out some random clothes and runs into the bathroom.

From downstairs Emily yells, "Lorelai where are you"

"I'm coming mum"

"Lorelai get down here now, your dinners going to get cold"

"Okay, one minute"

"I'm coming up there"

"Don't come up here, I'm coming down"

The door opens and Emily comes in just as Lorelai emerges from the bathroom adjusting her top. 

"What on earth are you wearing, and why is this room a mess"

"I was just trying to decide what to put on"

"You're going to deal with this later. Come on your food is getting cold"

The two leave the room. Lorelai let out a sigh of relief that her mother hadn't noticed the magazine on the bed. They go downstairs and sit at the table. Lorelai looks at the salad on her plate. 

"Were you using the phone?"

Lorelai looked up, surprised at her father's words. "Umm yeah "

"You need to tell me when you're going to do that. Just because we have two lines doesn't mean the connection isn't terrible if someone else is using the phone"

"I'll tell you in the future dad"

"For goodness sake Richard do we need to inform you when we use the shower as well because it messes with the taps?"

"Emily I was simply saying-"

He is cut of as Emily says "oh Richard I'm going to cut this up, is that ok or will it interfere with your ability to do so"

"Emily, come on you're behaving like a child"

From the distance of Richard's study a phone rang and he rose to answer it.

"Richard we are eating dinner it can wait"

"No Emily it cannot wait"

Richard left the room to go to his study.

Emily sighs and rolls her eyes before turning to Lorelai "who were you calling"

'Oh great, here we go again' Lorelai thought, "oh just Christopher"

"Again? What's going on between you too"

"What do you mean mum we're just friends"

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Okay"

Lorelai separates her green lettuce from the red and Emily looks at her in disappointment.

"What are you doing?"

"Sorry? Oh, I don't like the red lettuce"

"It's the same as the green"

"No it's not"

"What was wrong with that green piece"

"It was stuck to the red"

"So?"

"So there in cahoots together I can't eat a traitor"

"You are an impossible child"

"Thank you" Lorelai finishes with a smug smile before going back to her food. Emily continues to watch her daughter pick away at the salad.

"Your father had better be back soon we have sheep's heart for main"

"Sorry what!? Heart, that's disgusting"

"You'll at least try some"

"muuum, no"

"Lorelai,"

"I'm not eating it"

"Then you don't get dessert"

"You can't do that, I'm 14!"

"I paid for it, I get to decide who eats it. When your old enough to pay for your own food then you can eat what you like"

"You didn't pay for it Dad did, and I think he'd agree sheep's heart is disgusting"

"You're going to sit here, you're going to eat what has been cooked for you and you're going to like it!"

"Muuum"

"Your eating it that is final"

Lorelai sighed and collapsed back into her chair

They sat in silence the rest of the dinner, Lorelai ate half the sheep's heart before her mother gave in but Richard still didn't emerge from the study. While Emily was upstairs, Lorelai asked the maid to heat up the leftover food and she took it to his study. 

When Lorelai was younger she used to love running in here and hiding under the desk, or staring at all the books but now the doors would send her into a nervous wreck. She only ever went in there to be told off for something or other. Eventually she knocked on the door. 

"come in" 

"Hi dad"

"Oh Lorelai, what are you doing here"

"You never came back for dinner so figured you would be hungry"

"Thank you," he said softly.

"Your welcome"

"What on earth is this!?"

"Sheep's heart"

"Honestly some of the things your mother comes up with"

Lorelai laughed "are you two ok?"

"We're fine Lorelai, just married, it's what happens"

"I don't think I want to get married"

"Don't tell your mother that, she'll have a heart attack"

The phone next to Richard began to ring, he turned from Lorelai and picked it up

"Ah Floyd, no you're not interrupting anything, how can I help you?"

Lorelai looked down, she felt that pain she always felt when her father put work over her. Sad, angry.

"One moment Floyd" She felt a glimmer of hope, "Lorelai, did you need something else?"

"No" Lorelai lied, the hope fading. 

"Good" Richard turned back and began to talk on the phone. 

How could she feel so alone while being surrounded by people. She didn't know the answer but she knew she didn't belong.

[kurosukii]

bokuto would eat you out until he forgets to breathe and almost passes out

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☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — himbokuto <3, messy pussy eating, overstimulation, mating press, himbokuto almost passes out because air is optional to him

it’s true when they say being greedy comes with consequences.

please. you didn’t think that your owlish boyfriend would actually believe you when you told him eating pussy would make your headache go away.

well, it really did go away. but now the ache from your temples have found itself in between your legs, specifically, your abused and puffy clit.

“b-bo! i c-can’t anymore!”

bokuto’s ears are ringing, his head feels light, and his temples are pulsing as he vigorously bobs his head along your pussy. when was the last time he came up for air?

the white sheets below you are translucent with how much slick and saliva is pooling below your ass. your thighs are trembling, stained and shining with how much cum bokuto pulled from you.

“need more,” bokuto gasps, further pushing his face as he buries his tongue in your tight walls. his eyes roll to the back of his head as he ruts against the bed, a dark and wet patch on his briefs as he devours you.

it’s common for bokuto to lose himself when it comes to you, and it’s no surprise that he also forgets to breathe. his lips are swollen and his tongue is sore but frankly, he doesn’t care because he doesn’t want to separate himself from you, not one bit.

so you’re the one who has to use whatever strength you have left to push his big head away from your drooling cunt just so he can come up for air.

“bo, bo! breathe!”

your squeal snaps him from his stupor, and he whines indignantly when you push his face away. the pupils in his eyes are gone, and his nose, lips, and cheeks are slick with his saliva and your juices.

he huffs childishly, teeth nipping the skin of your thighs before he moves at breakneck speed and you see the flash of his underwear flying to the floor.

his large body hovers over yours as he pushes your knees to your chest, squishing your thighs in between your bodies as he guides his leaking cock to your empty cunt.

he doesn’t give you any warning before he starts pistoning his cock in your pussy, his heavy balls slapping against your ass as he sloppily licks and bites your lips.

your broken cries and hiccups are music to bokuto’s ears. the scrape of your nails on his shoulders as you beg him to slow down, bo! oh my god! spur him on, his thrusts becoming harsher and heavier, as if he’s trying to mold your body into the mattress.

he doesn’t listen to you, too pussy drunk and slightly miffed that you stopped him from eating his favorite meal.

but it’s okay, because carving and imprinting the shape of his cock in your cute pussy isn’t deterred by trivial things such as breathing.