#school so we can get there on time. fuck i'm so excited jesus christ

[annoyingfobbie]

GUYS MY BEST FRIEND GOT TWO FREE TICKETS TO THE LIL FOB PERFORMANCE IN NEWARK I'M GONNA SEE FOB LIVE OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDD

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

every single book I read in 2022. all 129 of them.

jesus christ

let's start with the best of the best; everything else will get listed beneath the read more because I'm not an animal. even just picking out my favorites is honestly probably going to get pretty lengthy, even though I'm trying to keep the synopses short.

batmanisagatewaydrug's noteworthy books of 2022

Complaint! (Sara Ahmed, 2021) - necessary for anyone doing diversity work in higher education, tbh

America is Not the Heart (Elaine Castillo, 2018) - achingly gorgeous novel of heartbreak and healing.

The School for Good Mothers (Jessamine Chan, 2022) - honestly? I feel very good calling this my favorite book of the entire year. sensitive, smart, chilling.

Black Feminist Thought (Patricia Hill Collins, 1990) - truly ashamed to say I didn't read this sooner. Collins' clear-eyed analysis remains crazily spot-on 30+ years later.

Hurts So Good: The Science and Pleasure of Pain on Purpose (Leigh Cowart, 2021) - I read this book so early in 2022 and literally have not stopped thinking about it since.

Batman: King Tut's Tomb (Nunzio DeFillippis, Christina Weir, José Luis García-López, and Kevin Nowlan, 2009) - dare I say the most fun I had with a comic all year.

You Made a Fool of Death with Your Beauty (Akwaeke Emezi, 2022) - a romance unlike any other. queer, fun, sexy, bold as hell, and joyfully life-affirming.

The Dangers of Smoking in Bed (Mariana Enríquez, trans. Megan McDowell, 2021) - DELICIOUSLY creepy short stories that will lurk in your brain forever.

Lesser Known Monsters of the 21st Century (Kim Fu, 2022) - if a more perfect short story collection exists I am yet to find it.

The World We Make (N.K. Jemisin, 2022) - I normally hesitate to include sequels on a list like this, but god DAMN Jemisin is the queen of modern spec fic for a reason.

We Do This 'Til We Free Us: Abolitionist Organizing and Transforming Justice (Mariame Kaba, edited by Tamara K. Nopper, 2021) - excellent collection of Kaba's abolitionist writings, drawing on years of organizing experience and wisdom.

Jade City (Fonda Lee, 2017) - look out! new favorite doorstopper fantasy series alert!

Priestdaddy (Patricia Lockwood, 2017) - about the best damn memoir I've ever read. heartbreaking and hysterical in turns, poetry the whole way through.

Batman: The Long Halloween and Batman: Dark Victory (Jeph Loeb and Tim Sale, 1996 and 1999) - it's always so exciting when something much-hyped lives up to the hype in every way. Batman at his grim and moody Batmaniest with a Gotham that’s deliciously bleak.

Station Eleven (Emily St. John Mandel, 2014) - I didn't think I'd like this book much at all, then ended up proposing on the second date. oops!

I'm Glad My Mom Died (Jennette McCurdy, 2022) - you will also be glad McCurdy's mom died, and also experience every other known human emotion along the way.

Kaikeyi (Vaishnavi Patel, 2022) - SPLENDID mythology retelling + political fantasy.

My Body (Emily Ratajkowski, 2022) - haunting haunting haunting personal essays about Ratajkowski's life as a model and subsequent alienation from her own body.

Batman: Bruce Wayne, Murderer? (Greg Rucka et al, 2002) - genuinely what can I say I'm a messy bitch and I love when the Bats are having a terrible time.

The Batman Adventures Vol. 2 #1-17 (created by Dan Slott, Ty Templeton, Rick Burchett, Terry Beatty, and Bruce Timm, 2003) - a continuation of the Batman: The Animated Series universe that frankly just fucking rules.

Little Rabbit (Alyssa Songsiridej, 2022) - a potent and erotic adult coming of age story.

The Right to Sex: Feminism in the Twenty-First Century (Amia Srinivasan, 2021) - thorny, difficult, vital essays.

Fearing the Black Body: The Racial Origins of Fat Phobia (Sabrina Strings, 2019) - jaw-droppingly thorough research into the role of fatpobia played and plays in the project of race-making.

On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous (Ocean Vuong, 2019) - yeah so it turns out no one was REMOTELY exaggerating. Vuong really is That Good.

Hench (Natalie Zina Walschots, 2020) - wild fun with a ruthless protagonist and her sex villainous beetle man boss; what more could you ask for?

Love Your Asian Body: AIDS Activism in Los Angeles (Eric C. Wat, 2021) - learning about queer history makes me feel like I’m holding something so vibrant and fragile and precious right in my little queer hand. this book is an emotional journey in such a shining way.

Never Have I Ever (Isabel Yap, 2021) - EXCITING short story collection centered on girls having Just The Weirdest Time.

and everybody else:

fiction:

Light From Uncommon Stars (Ryka Aoki, 2021)

Our Wives Under the Sea (Julia Armfield, 2022)

A Tiny Upward Shove (Melissa Chadburn, 2022)

A Prayer for the Crown-Shy (Becky Chambers, 2022)

Disorientation (Elaine Hsieh Chou, 2022)

The Laws of the Skies (Grégoire Courtois, trans. Rhonda Mullins, 2019)

The Monster Baru Cormorant (Seth Dickinson, 2018)

The Tyrant Baru Cormorant (Seth Dickinson, 2020)

Greenland (David Santos Donaldson, 2022)

Dead Collections (Isaac Fellman, 2022)

The Halloween Moon (Joseph Fink, 2021)

A Dowry of Blood (S.T. Gibson)

Nightmare Alley (William Lindsay Gresham, 1946)

The Vegetarian (Han Kang, trans. Deborah Smith, 2015)

The Metamorphosis (Franz Kafka, trans. William Aaltonen, 1915)

Before the Coffee Gets Cold (Toshikazu Kawaguchi, trans. Geoffrey Trousselot, 2019)

Woman, Eating (Claire Kohda, 2022)

Long Division (Kiese Laymon, 2014)

Jade War (Fonda Lee, 2019)

No One is Talking About This (Patricia Lockwood, 2021)

Portrait of a Thief (Grace D. Li, 2022)

Elatsoe (Darcie Little Badger, 2020)

A Snake Falls to Earth (Darcie Little Badger, 2021)

Glitterati (Oliver K. Longmead)

Gideon the Ninth (Tamsyn Muir, 2019)

Harrow the Ninth (Tamsyn Muir, 2020)

Nona the Ninth (Tamsyn Muir, 2022)

The Memory Police (Yoko Ogawa, trans. Stephen Snyder, 2019)

Even Though I Knew the End (C.L. Polk, 2022)

100 Boyfriends (Brontez Purnell, 2021)

Flowers for the Sea (Zin E. Rocklyn, 2021)

Any Way the Wind Blows (Rainbow Rowell, 2021)

Interview with the Vampire (Anne Rice, 1976)

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (Benjamin Alire Sáenz, 2012)

Aristotle and Dante Dive Into the Waters of the World (Benjamin Alire Sáenz, 2022)

Into the Riverlands (Nghi Vo, 2022)

Siren Queen (Nghi Vo, 2022)

Strange Beasts of China (Yan Ge, trans. Jeremy Tiang, 2020)

short story collections:

The Memory Librarian: And Other Stories of Dirty Computer (Janelle Monáe, Yohanco Delgado, Eva L. Ewing, Alaya Dawn Johnson, Danny Lore, and Sheree Renée Thomas, 2022)

Walking on Cowrie Shells (Nana Nkweti, 2021)

Terminal Boredom (Izumi Suzuki, trans. Polly Barton, Sam Bett, David Boyd, Daniel Joseph, Aiko Masubuchi, and Helen O’Horan, 2021)

nonfiction:

Gender Trouble: Feminism and the Subversion of Identity (Judith Butler, 1990)

How to Read Now (Elaine Castillo, 2022)

Playing the Whore: The Work of Sex Work (Melissa Gira Grant, 2014)

What We Don't Talk About When We Talk About Fat (Aubrey Gordon, 2020)

White Tears/Brown Scars: How White Feminism Betrays Women of Color (Ruby Hamad, 2020)

Belly of the Beast: The Politics of Anti-Fatness as Anti-Blackness (Da'Shaun L. Harrison, 2021)

Some of My Best Friends: Essays on Lip Service (Tajja Isen, 2022)

One Day We'll All Be Dead and None of This Will Matter (Scaachi Koul, 2017)

How to Slowly Kill Yourself and Others in America (Revised Edition) (Kiese Laymon, 2020)

Sister Outsider (Audre Lorde, 1984)

Conversations with People Who Hate Me: 12 Lessons I Learned from Talking to Internet Strangers (Dylan Marron, 2022)

Cultish: The Language of Fanaticism (Amanda Montell, 2021)

World of Wonders: In Praise of Fireflies, Whale Sharks, and Other Astonishments (Aimee Nezhukumatathil)

Histories of the Transgender Child (Jules Gill-Peterson, published as Julian Gill-Peterson, 2018)

Yoke: My Yoga of Self-Acceptance (Jessamyn Stanley, 2021)

A Queer History of Fashion: From the Closet to the Catwalk (edited by Valerie Steele, 2013)

Transgender History: The Roots of Today's Revolution (Revised Edition) (Susan Stryker, 2008)

The End of Policing (Alex S. Vitale, 2017)

The Trouble With Normal: Sex, Politics, and the Ethics of Queer Life (Michael Warner, 1999)

Read My Lips: Sexual Subversions and the End of Gender (Riki Wilchins, published as Riki Anne Wilchins, 1997)

poetry:

Short Talks (Anne Carson, 1992)

Content Warning: Everything (Akwaeke Emezi, 2022)

Prelude to Bruise (Saeed Jones, 2014)

Alive at the End of the World (Saeed Jones, 2022)

Bright Dead Things (Ada Limón, 2015)

Motherland Fatherland Homelandsexuals (Patricia Lockwood, 2014)

Nature Poem (Tommy Pico, 2017)

Night Sky with Exit Wounds (Ocean Vuong, 2016)

Time Is a Mother (Ocean Vuong, 2022)

comics:

Batman: One Bad Day - Mr. Freeze (Gerry Duggan, Matteo Scalera, and Dave Stewart, 2022)

Spandex - Fast and Hard (Martin Eden, 2012)

Harley Quinn: The Animated Series: The Eat. Bang! Kill. Tour (Tee Franklin, Max Sarin, and Marissa Louise, 2022)

Batman: Whatever Happened to the Caped Crusader? (Neil Gaiman and Andy Kubert, 2009)

The Sandman: Preludes & Nocturnes (Neil Gaiman, Sam Keith, Mike Dringenberg, and Malcom Jones III, 1988)

The Sandman: In the Doll's House (Neil Gaiman, Michael Zulli, Mike Dringenberg, Chris Bachalo, Malcolm Jones III, and Steve Parkhouse, 1989)

The Sandman: Dream Country (Neil Gaiman, Kelley Jones, Malcolm Jones III, Colleen Doran, and Charles Vess, 1991)

The Sandman: Season of Mists (Neil Gaiman, Kelley Jones, Malcom Jones III, Mike Dringenberg, Matt Wagner, P. Craig Russell, George Pratt, and Dick Giordano, 1992)

The Sandman: A Game of You (Neil Gaiman, Shawn McManus, Colleen Doran, Bryan Talbot, Stan Woch, and George Pratt, 1993)

Run, Riddler, Run (Gerard Jones and Mark Badger, 1992)

Catwoman: When in Rome (Jeph Loeb and Tim Sale, 2005)

Batman: Year One (Frank Miller and David Mazzicchello, 1986)

Batman: One Bad Day - Penguin (John Ridley, Giuseppe Camuncoli, Cam Smith, and Arif Prianto, 2022)

Batman: Bruce Wayne - Fugitive (Greg Rucka et al, 2002)

Batman: One Bad Day - Two-Face (Mariko Tamaki, Jaiver Fernandez, and Jordie Bellaire, 2022)

Batman & Robin Eternal Vol 1 & Vol 2 (James Tynion IV and Scott Snyder, 2015 and 2016)

Batman: Their Dark Designs (James Tynion IV, Guillem March, and Tomeu Morey, 2020)

The Joker War Saga (James Tynion IV and Jorge Jiménez, 2021)

Papergirls Vol. 1-6 (Brian K. Vaughan and Cliff Chiang, 2016-2019)

Real Hero Shit (Kendra Wells, 2022)

Poison Ivy #1-6 (G. Willow Wilson and Marcio Takara, 2022)

and some gaming guides!

Monster of the Week (Michael Sands, 2012) - great game. so cool. cannot wait to actually play it someday.

Thirsty Sword Lesbians (April Kit Walsh, 2021)

special shame zone because I want you to know how bad this sucked, do not read this:

Rethinking Sex: A Provocation (Christine Emba, 2022). patronizing, puritanical, reductive, painfully cisheteronormative. weirdly afraid of group sex. not actually that provocative, just aggressively Catholic.

and last but most certainly least, a comic that I want to remind you all fucking sucked just one more time before the year is done.

Batman: One Bad Day - The Riddler (Tom King and Mitch Gerads, 2022)

Tom King, go fuck yourself. Mitch is cool though, the art slapped.

[reddeliciousauce]

✈ - an eye-opening memory

Your name is DAVE STRIDER, and you are SEVEN years old.

It's another day. Funnily enough, it's one of the few where you aren't constantly getting your ass handed to you in the Houston heat.

Dirk usually took these opportunities to scrounge up food for the house. That was always pretty cool of him. He seemed way better at being a self-sufficient coolguy than you. You suspect he shares his bounty with you to shove it in your face. Well, one day, YOU'LL be the cooler of the two.

As for you, you know what they say. Or rather, what you say solely to yourself for whatever reason: your room's your sanctuary. Basically all that you can take care of, you can do in your room, so there's not even a reason to come out half the time. Unless, of course, you're interested in testing your FRANKLY SHIT ability to not set off traps and get smothered with PLUSH ASS. You'll save that for when you have to piss, thank you very much.

Days like these are for feeding crows, making tunes, and updating your LATE GRANDPA'S WEBCOMIC.

Sweet Bro And Hella Jeff. Truly the greatest inheritance of your short life. The moment you turned six, your BRO shoved you in front of Dirk's computer and schooled you on your legacy of irony and post-surrealism. You enjoyed the movies and web series you were spoonfed by both of your bros growing up, so you were more than happy to take the metaphorical hammer of Thor—or in this case, CAR of DUNKASS—to carry on the single best series ever created.

You pored over the ancient texts, artifacted the shittiest of jpegs, smelted the dankest of panels. Basically, if your grandfather was GOD, you're JESUS FUNKING CHRIST.

You started posting pages a few months after your task was given. And so you've worked, for nearly two years now, at that.

It's something you're pretty proud of, all things considered. It's fun to have something to connect you with your departed g-pa. You wonder if he would be proud if he took a peek at it now. The internet sure has gone nuts over it, so you're basically a natural, right?

Rule one of Striderdom: don't get distracted.

You clearly forgot it. Headphones on, dappling your MSPaint canvas while jamming to some tunes. You basically left yourself wide open.

Doesn't stop you from startling when your door, which you thought you locked, is suddenly as gaping as the asscheeks of a certain jar freak.

You shove your headphones down to your shoulders, face-to-face with Lil' Cal, hanging off your Bro's shoulder. He's right next to you.

You nearly expect a call to arms, but your eyes flick to what he's got. Bunch of letters and packages.

Your mouth asks what all this shit's for. He says it's for you.

Oh. Oh, shit. For real? What the fuck?

Your excitement was too obvious. Lil' Cal's jaw unhinges, clacking about in a silent laugh. Euch.

And just like that, they're both gone. As quick as they came.

...huh!

You fidget a bit with the mail on your desk. YOUR mail. You never got mail before... time to take a look.

Fanmail. SBaHJ fanmail? Yes, SBaHJ fanmail!

Fanart, little trinkets, even a Geromy plush that you don't hate all that much, honestly.

Letters suggesting new strips. Calls for another movie. Compliments on the new work!

Though no bounty is without its curses. Parts of this selection are obviously hate mail.

'New shit sucks. Just kill em off at this point.' Weird.

'Never reading this again! Hella Jeff's favorite color is obviously red, not purple. You clearly don't know what you're doing.' Wait, seriously?

'If the stairs come back I'm killing myself' Huh?!

'We should totally meet up! I'm eight years old too!' One year off! Kind of weird!

'Why haven't you made a statement for or agaibst the Alternian Empire like legitimately you disgust me.' Oh come on...

...wait, is that his address?

You stare at this blatant display of parasociality and, frankly, don't know how to feel. You don't think your lungs are working right.

The price of fame is steep indeed...

[eldritchmochi]

since shit continues to be wild, as evidenced by the oingo boingo voice WEIRD CANCER posts, heres.....

mochi, what the fuck is up with that?? (guts edition) 3.0

1.0 ; 2.0

i apparently have not seen enough specialists so i have an oncologist now. gotta catch 'em all and shit

tl;dr mystery mass did turn out to be technically cancerous. i do not remember the specific type off the top of my head yet but its a weird rare one, because of course it is. luckily its a kind that stays very localized, so it's not gonna pop up anywhere else in my body, and my surgeons did manage to remove all of it with good margins. i am now down the 3rd and 4th part of my duodenum and my gallbladder (which, fun fact, did have signs of chronic gallbladder disease, so i guess i didn't escape that family trend lmao). like all cancers, theres a chance it'll grow back, but if it does, it should be in roughly the same place and is unlikely to be fatal, just annoying

i've got a fuck off big scar building down the centerline of my abdomen, from sternum to groin. it is gnarly as fuck and i am excited to see how it heals. i already have some ideas on how to incorporate it into my tattoos. you can see pictures of it here if you're a morbid freak like me. be sure to look at my reblogs for updates, there will probably be several contained there down the line, for posterity :>

the first like 18hrs post surgery were uh. not fun since it took A WHILE to find some sort of non oral pain management that would actually work for me, so thats great, but sans ng tube, i'm getting by pretty okay with ibuprofen and tylenol with the occasional non-standard opioid. i've been home since tuesday, oct 10th; had a check in with a gp yesterday, oct 13th, and i'm healing well. staples will be removed on the 18th and theoretically i'll be able to keep them >:3c

i'm back to eating semi-normally. still on bowel rest, but it's not as strict as it was before and it's mostly because i am paranoid vs anything required by my doctors. i haven't been nauseous since i went under on oct 4th which is absolutely wild, and i've been experiencing hunger at normal, regular intervals including being able to eat breakfast shortly after i wake up, which i haven't been able to do without a high chance of barfing it back up immediately since i was a teenager

first oncology appt is on oct 23rd. sounds like itll be mostly setting up a plan and schedule for things like regular scans to watch for regrowth and possibly referrals for genetic testing

my pfml back pay came innnnn god only last week holy shit, and my wife got their big chunk of school loans for living expenses so we are mostly fine there. i am arranging with a local queer to come a couple times a week to help with regular chores and stuff at 40 bucks a pop. if anyone would like to sponsor one of those visits or some take out for us, i'm @/sumomomochi on both pp and vnm0

at this point the sort of stuff that would serve us best is GEEFTS. not like, physical things you pay money for necessarily, though if you're a custom dice maker and wanna send us clacky math rocks, i would not say no. things like comments on our fics (mochi's ao3 ; cherry's ao3) or fanart for em, should you be so inclined, would be incredible. cherry is very low key on the internet but i'm chronically online, so other stuff like asks about worldbuilding or fic process or fashion opinions or whatever would be fantastic for me. i am...... incredibly bored after sitting in the same spot for four months now, and i've got another 4-5 weeks of it (:

but! i have a good support system, personally, professionally, and medically, so i'll be alright in the end, just hmm. sure has been a fucking year jesus christ

[anarchywoofwoof]

It's funny about the homeschooling thing: I had friends who were homeschooled and I cannot express how badly many of us wish our parents had the means to do so.

I was sick so often (bad immune system, endometriosis before they had a term for it) we had to go to court to defend ourselves for "truancy." I had straight A's. When I was there, I swept the tests. But they want you there in person, or else.

To not have had to wait in the cold or blazing heat without gear because poor and our parents had to be at work at 6am......

I know there are plenty of parents not cut out for it or who weren't trained and would give a subpar education, but wouldn't it be great if as humans we had so much time on our hands that we COULD?

Like every adult had so much time they could educate themselves on at least one or two subjects until a little human comes around and then Get Excited to tell them!! About the thing they learned!! Some adults really like space, some love crochet or woodworking - to see all your teachers (adults in your community) passionate about subjects and to have the freedom to express your own like or dislike or take breaks when you need to without judgement? To work at your own pace?? God I want for that future. Also tech can cut down on infections/flu and illness spreading because idiot schools INSIST on keeping 100's of students locked into tiny rooms with poor ventilation. Our school wouldn't let us open the windows during the heat of summer. Because reasons?? Note, we didn't have air conditioning.

thanks for sharing this.

so here's the thing: although i was homeschooled (really, more "no schooled" than anything), i was able to teach myself on the internet. when i was growing up, the internet was just really taking off (jesus christ i feel old saying that) and it enabled me to really just kind of teach myself whatever i wanted. so as i grew older, i grew more resourceful, more digitally literate and crafted my own education.

now the downside to this is that if you want to go into a highly-skilled field or something like science, mathematics, etc. that kind of thing is hard to pull off in a home setting.

for instance, i had absolutely no science "classes" during my school life because the amount of equipment and knowledge needed is far surpassed what my truck driver father and leasing agent mother could provide

keep in mind, i didn't have tutors. i didn't have in-house teachers. it was my fucking dad teaching me between his time working from 3 PM to 1 AM and my mom checking my homework when she remembered and after she got home from work at 5 PM. most days, i didn't have "school." i slept in and did whatever i wanted throughout the rest of the day. luckily, i was addicted to knowledge regardless, so it all worked out for me.

i'm not opposed to the idea of homeschooling, i should stress this. i won't necessarily go to the extremes of calling it child abuse or something like that. but i do think it's wise to remember that a school has entire staff dedicated to teaching your child and that perhaps it takes some hubris to assume you can fulfill your kids learning needs the same way that a staff of (hopefully) trained professionals can.

i think homeschooling is more possible than ever in the current digital world that we occupy. but my parents definitely didn't have the time, money, patience or any other of the valuable resources that you need to teach a kid from 1st grade to their senior year of high school. especially in the late 90's, early 00's, which is when i grew up.

and the problem is often that most parents don't actually have these resources, but still think that they're more than capable of meeting all of those needs that i mentioned before. unfortunately, this ends up hurting their kid the most when they go out into the world with absolutely no clue how to function in it socially.

[theloser007]

Summary: You and Eddie have been friends since you can remember and you both finally confess and it was one hell of a night, definitely one to remember.

Includes: Praise Kink, Switch Eddie, Oral (F) Receiving, Fingering, Switch Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: This is my first time writing this so please enjoy, i will take requests :)

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EDDIES POV:

*Bell Rings*

Finally, it's time for lunch. D&D campaign is tonight, so I gotta talk to the boys about it at lunch.

*small time skip*

"The Devil, has come to America. Dungeons And Dragons, at first regard, it was a harmless game of make believe but now it has parents and phycologists concerned. Studies have linked violent behavior to the game, saying it promotes Satanic worship, ritual sacrifice, sodomy, suicide, and even MURDER!" You know what guys, this magazine is stupid as fuck. D&D is just a game. They're being stupid.

As i'm saying this to the boys, The most gorgeous girl i've laid eyes on walks in... Y/N. I've liked her since middle school. She was one of the only people who actually cared two shits about my band back then. Corroded Coffin, I wonder if she still remembers the practices.

Y/N looked up and noticed me staring so i quickly looked away my eyes going back to that stupid magazine. She saw my eyes on her, watching her every movement. As she walked my way i stepped on the table... "As long as your into band, or science, or partiessss, or a GAME WHERE YOU THROW BALLS KNTO LAUNDRY BASKETS..." Y/N cut me off...

"Get off the table pretty boy, you're embarrassing yourself"

I stuck my tongue out at her making horns with my hands and making a gremlin type noise. She laughed, Jesus Christ her laugh was the sweetest thing i've ever heard. Her laugh was like a drug, once you have it once you can't get enough of it.

YOUR POV:

Eddie Munson, the "freak" of Hawkins High, was staring at me when i walked into the lunch room, I felt his eyes watching my every move and since i didn't fit in with the 'cheerleaders' I always sat with the 'freaks' who played Dungeons and Dragons. I walked over to the hellfire table and i saw Eddie, he stood up and started this rant about popularity and how you'll be judged no matter what you do.

"Get off the table pretty boy, you're embarrassing yourself"

He stuck his tongue out and made a devil face with some weird gremlin noise. I though to myself "Damn, he's so adorable."

"Why don't you come over to my place after we finish the D&D campaign tonight?"

I felt my cheeks heat up. "I'd really like that Munson." I said with a slight laugh; him giving me his infamous grin.

I smiled back at him and continued to eat my lunch, while him and the other campaigns of Hellfire talked about their game tonight.

*time skip*

EDDIES POV:

I couldn't focus on the game, my focus was on her, and only her. I just wanted her to be here, feel her touch, her eyes watching my every move as i played. she'd make everything go faster. I couldn't wait for this game to be over, I was normally always excited for a d&d game but tonight's different i just wanted to get the hell out of here and see her.. i just wanted to be with her.

*time skip*

The campaign was over finally, it felt as though i was in there for forever. i stopped by Y/Ns house to pick her up in my beat up van, so we could go back to my place, she told her mom that she was staying the night at her friends house, so she could stay with me. I thought that was cute of her to do just to hang out with me. "Hey pretty girl" i said as she climbed into my van.

"Hey pretty boy." she said it with a slight giggle, god that gets me so weak in the knees.

"You good to go? Didn't forget anything did you?"

"Nope, i'm all set. Let's hurry and get to your place! I got some movies for us to watch"

I smiled and felt my face flush, she was looking at me but smiled and looked out her window. god her smile is so addicting.

"Whatcha thinking about over there princess" She blushed and stuttered.

"I- I don't know what you're talking about"

"Relax sweetheart, i was just kidding. Besides, we're at my house. Come on let's get inside"

As we enter my trailer, she grabs my hand and entangled our fingers as i walk in front of her. I could feel her heart beat, it was a fast steady pace. I could tell she was nervous. But so was I, I had no idea what the nigh could bring

"Which one do you wanna watch first, BreakFast Club, orrrr Karate Kid?." She says as she shows me the DVR tapes she has. I had a half smirk on my face.

"Hey pretty girl, come here. We won't be needing those movies."

She smirked and came closer to me. I pulled her legs around my waist so she was sitting on my lap. "You know, i've liked you since middle school. I'm finally ge-" i couldn't finish my sentence before she smashed her lips into mine. Holy hell it felt like heaven.

She pulled away from the kiss and said "I've liked you since i first watched you play guitar in middle school... i've been waiting to hear those words".

Hold up- pause... Y/N, the girl of my fucking dreams liked- me Eddie the freak Munson. Fucking score. The girl of my dreams is on my lap confessing to me. I couldn't be happier man. I couldn't wait any longer, and i know she could either, so i picked her up wrapping her legs around my waist, taking her back to my room and 'throwing' her on my bed. She started giggling.

"You sure you wanna do this?" i said as she started taking off her shirt as soon as i closed and locked my bedroom door.

"Eddie- quit talking, i want- no i need you. Eddie please fuck me" she was basically begging me

Holy. Fucking. Shit. This is fucking awesome it almost feels to good to be fucking true.

"Don't have to tell me twice princess" I said as i was took my shirt off throwing it somewhere across my room, she giggled looking at my walls.

Her eyes stop. "Can we use those?" she said pointing at 'wall decor.'

"Of course princess, just don't try getting out of them, it won't work, but i'll figure we won't have that problem, will we?"

i saw her face heat up as she looked at the wall then at me, "Of course not"

God she's perfect. How the fuck did this happen.

As i was cuffing her to the bed, i felt her thigh grind against my dick, i felt a shiver go through my body, i felt my the seam of my pants getting tighter by the second. Looking down at her perfect body, completely vulnerable cuffed to my bed. "easy pretty girl, i'm in charge here" i said trailing kisses down her neck and torso, placing my hands on her hips getting a firm grip on her.

"Eddie," she basically cried out, "Don't be a tease, i think we've both waited long enough"

"Don't be impatient princess" I quickly unbuckled my belt and pants throwing them off somewhere, leaving me in my boxers and her in her lace lingerie, already soaked.

"I've barely even touched you princess, yet you're soaked." i said trailing sloppy kisses and hickeys down her torso stopping at the top of her underwear. just to tease her even more, keeping eye contact i used my teeth to take her panties off of her body, "I'm keeping these. I'll buy you some more"

"EDDIE," she pleaded out, "Don't be a tease, i need you."

i chuckled a little. "jesus princess you're so impatient, what do you want me to do?"

she let out a huff, "Fingers, tongue, anything, Eddie i need you right now"

i took off a couple of my rings and inserted one of my fingers inside her pumping it in and out at a painfully slow pace.

"Eddie, Please" she basically wined out

"please what princess?"

"please, please fuck me"

"well since you asked so nicely" i took out my finger and pulled down my boxers aligning my tip with her, slowly inserting myself to let her get comfortable.

i heard her let out a light moan, "Eddie, i'm ready"

i started thrusting at a painfully slow pace, both of us clearly ready for more.

"Fuck Eddie, faster"

"Yes ma'am" i said before i started going faster and faster, feeling her quiver and hearing her moans was enough to keep me going.

"EDDIE, FUCK. EDDIE IM GONNA CUM"

She looked at me,

"Go ahead. Cum for me. Cum for me princess" Thats all it took. She came on my dick. That was hot.

"Now uncuff me please, i need to do something"

"yes ma'am" as soon as i uncuffed her completely, she pushed me onto the bed.

"your turn pretty boy" she said as she cuffed me, to my bed.

"Holy fuck Y/N this is hot" she smirked, crawling on top of me, kissing up and my torso before leaning up, aligning herself to my dick and starting to ride me. She knows what she's doing because i already feel close, leaning my head back with a groan, normally i could last hours. I could see she was enjoying the view of me whimper and moan under her control. She was blushing and she put her hands on my thighs for support while she bounced on me.

"C'mon pretty boy, cum, cum for me. i know you want to" i whimpered and she started going faster. I couldn't resist. I just let go of everything but she was still going fast.

"Good boy." She said laughing.

Before i could cum again, she hopped off really fast and started sucking my dick, she's definitely done this before.

"can i-" i said with a slight moan before she cut me off

"Use your words pretty boy"

"Holy fuck, can i cum in your mouth."

"You don't have to ask darling"

As she said that she went all the way down over and over again. And that was it. i came, again. No one has ever made me cum... forget 2 times.

She uncuffed me and kissed my forehead. I got up, still hard... and started a bath for us. Aftercare is a necessity when you've been going at it for 3 hours.  i walked back into the room to check on her, she was in my boxers and one of my shirts.

"Come on babe, let's take a bath together and clean each other up"

"I'm coming pretty boy. Give me a second."

I walked back to the bathroom and peaked my head over the door to see what she was doing. She was putting her hair up and taking my clothes off and started walking toward me.

We took a bath together and made out some more before going to watch some movies.

"You know you're perfect right" i said as i played with her hair

"I love you, Eddie Munson, I always have." she said making straight eye contact with me just before kissing me.

"I love you, Y/N L/N. More than you'll ever know"

[callsign-joyride]

Yankee Rose | J.H.S. | 0.9

Summary: Getting called back to Top Gun couldn't have come at a better time for Erica "Miami" Kazansky. This was her fourth time being called back to Top Gun, and the failing marriage made her as excited as ever to go back. As one chapter ends, another one begins, but the connotation of that statement is up to interpretation.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC Erica "Miami" Kazansky

Content warnings: Mentions of broken bones and surgery, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, mentions of Phoenix x Rooster

ix. Sweet Emotion

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"It's definitely broken in two or three places. We're not gonna med evac you because we're getting back in a few days. Do you want any pain meds?" The nurse asked Erica. Post-flight checkups were mandatory, but hearing that she had broken her collarbone had almost sent her over the edge.

"I'll just take Tylenol and ice it until we get back," she said. The nurse sent her on her way with an unopened bottle of Tylenol, an ice pack, and a sling. Once she walked out, Hangman and Bradley stood up from the chairs in the hallway.

"You good?" Hangman asked.

"Yeah... Got a broken collarbone but I'm getting surgery for it once we get back. You guys made amends?"

"It's kind of a long story. You're not gonna use that sling, are you?" Rooster asked.

Erica looked down and shook her head while letting out a chuckle.

"You know me so well. I'm gonna head back to my room and see what I can do with one arm. Don't give me that look, Hangman."

Bradley laughed as she started to walk away. The walk to the rooms felt longer than it was, but the exhaustion was starting to kick in. Phoenix had been in the room by the time Erica came back, and they talked for a little bit before Phoenix left the room. It took her a few minutes to get comfortable before she took a nap. She slept until it was almost dinner time, and only got up when Phoenix and Rooster came in to check on her.

"They're turning comms back on in the morning. I figured you'd want to know. You should probably call your mom when they do," Rooster said.

"Yeah, thanks for letting me know."

After they ate, everyone split off and started to do their own things. Phoenix stayed with Rooster, and Erica went and laid back in her bed. The pain hadn't really started to kick in at that point, but she was wishing that there would be more for her to do besides sulk in her bed. Phoenix texted her and said that she would be staying in Rooster's room for the night shortly before lights out. She was almost asleep when there was a knock at the door.

"Jesus Christ, what could you possibly want from me?" She asked as she opened the door.

"Woah, calm down, it's just me. Are you doing okay?" Hangman asked.

"Answer my question first."

"Okay, listen. I wanted to talk to you about something and I basically got kicked out of my and Coyote's room. He's hanging out with one of the nurses and you know Rooster and Phoenix are probably fucking the shit out of each other."

"Okay, woah, I did not need that much information all at once. I guess you can come in but I'm about to go to bed."

Hangman nodded his head and followed her into the small room. He sat in the desk chair near one of the beds before they started to talk.

"I wanted to tell you that I think I like you? I don't know, I feel like I'm some kid in middle school right now. And I know that you're going through a lot with the divorce right now, and that's okay. I kind of knew when we had sex in that storage closet a few weeks ago but after your plane fell out of the sky, that was when I knew. I wasn't really worried about Rooster, but I felt like I needed to get to you even though you told me not to. I've never really felt anything like that before. I don't know what's gonna come next after we get back to North Island but I felt like it would be the right thing for both of us if I told you. I might be wrong about that, though, because I apparently can't keep women around for very long."

Erica smiled and looked down for a moment. Even though the room had been mostly dark, they were close enough that she could see his facial expressions.

"You're blushing," she said.

"No, I'm not. It's hot in here."

"It's not. But if it helps, which I really hope it does, I think I like you, too."

"Is it okay if I kiss you?" Jake asked. Erica nodded her head and smiled as Jake leaned in for the kiss. The kiss was slow and passionate, which served as a nice change of pace from everything that had been going on. They pulled away with smiles on their faces before he gave Erica a hug. He offered to sleep on the floor, but Erica wouldn't let him.

The peaceful night didn't last very long as Erica woke up in pain. The adrenaline had definitely worn off at that point. Jake woke up because of her whimpering, and the first thing that he did was ask her what was wrong.

"Uh, I-I'm in so much pain right now. Can you get me Tylenol and an ice pack? I can refill my water, that's fine."

"I don't think Tylenol and an ice pack are gonna help you," Jake said as he grabbed her water bottle.

"Shut up. I can't sleep and it hurts, so just get me the stuff."

"I'll text Rooster, too."

"What?! No! I'm not actively dying and you're not gonna ruin his... Personal time."

"I hate that you just said that. I'll be right back."

He was back within a few minutes and he gave Erica what she needed. He gave her time to get comfortable before getting in the small bed with her.

"Hey, I really want to take you out after your surgery if that's okay."

"Yeah, I think I would really like that. I'm gonna give my mom a call in the morning," she said.

"You gonna tell her about us?"

"Hell no! I don't want to kill my mom! Hearing that my plane fell out of the sky would do enough damage and I don't want to make it worse."

They shared a laugh before eventually going back to sleep. When they got up in the morning, everyone started teasing them.

"Hey, don't look at us. Look at Phoenix and Rooster," Erica said.

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[interlagosed]

Can we have more details on their daily life? Do they have like rituals they do every day or every week?

Ah!!! I think their routine is a little bit wild and unpredictable in the early months after the revolution. I don't know how well it came across, but Hiberia and especially Navar are absolutely a little magical. Lando and Carlos would NEVER have decided to get married SO SOON into a relationship, let alone without even consulting Lando's family, if it wasn't for Navar being Navar and the revolution being the revolution, and everybody else - who is similarly affected by the magic of the land - kind of goes "well, yeah, of course," without really questioning it - it's only when George brings in the outside world by accidentally texting Cisca that they both realize oh no we fucked up a little.

That doesn't stop them from getting married, but it does delay things a little bit lol. Which means that they have to scramble in those first weeks - arrange travel for the Norrises, Lando still has to figure out what's happening with the rest of the semester (everyone goes pass/fail) and then finish up his classes, Carlos ends up working for Luis (which is what inspires Luis to actually hire help instead of letting everyone just kinda serve themselves), get their marriage license and figure out a venue, THEN Carlos decides actually he wants to get a PhD, AND they need to find a place to live - anyway, it's intense.

WHEN THINGS FINALLY SETTLE DOWN, around that summer, is when a proper routine gets going. The epilogue hints at that. Carlos invariably wakes up first. He goes out for a run first thing in the morning, comes back to make breakfast and coffee for himself and Lando (this is when Lando wakes up and it's everything Carlos can do to ensure their breakfast is warm because it's so hard not to push groggy, perfect Lando onto a counter and debauch him while the food gets cold), which they almost always take out in the balcony. They always chat about what their days look like, then shower together (another dangerous juncture in their day). This is their favorite time of day, to be honest. It's so mundane and silly and they're so happy together. When the school year starts, they always walk to campus together, usually meet up with Alex and George on the way, chat briefly, and then diverge. They try to get lunch together - either at a cafe or food that they packed from home, because it's cute. When it's cold, Lando just joins Carlos in his office, and it's not an uncommon sight for students visiting Carlos' hours to see Lando walk out as they walk in with a little wave back at Carlos and a, "I'll see you at home, yeah?"

"Adios, amor!"

Carlos stays on campus until about 5pm, working on his research, lecture outlines, meeting with students, etc. Lando usually goes to La Justicia if he's done with everything he needs to be done with on campus, but very frequently he also gets coffee with Reyes or Ana or Blanca - at least once every week! Their evenings depend. More often than not, again, they're at La Justicia. They keep up movie nights with Alex and George and get dinner once a week with the Sainzes, usually on the weekend, and usually they just stay the night there in Carlos' childhood bedroom.

Sometimes, there's renewed excitement. Usually to do with Carlos Sr. Carlos writes a lot of op-eds and publications. Sometimes journalists call Lando asking for Carlos and he's like ?? why are you asking ME, I'm not his secretary.

Who's his secretary?

"Jesus Christ, he's a PhD student, he's his secretary! Have a good day!"

Cisca visits at least a few times a year, and they end up buying a home on the outskirts of Navar, on the Mediterranean, which Lando and Carlos use sometimes when Carlos is stressed or when Lando needs to work on a whole set of paintings for exhibits - because he starts exhibiting work a lot more frequently at Carlos' encouragement. This is when he begins his series of paintings inspired by Carlos and the revolution.

The nights are all theirs, though. The passion they have for each other never fades. Carlos still thinks Lando is the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Lando still thinks Carlos is the single best person in the world. They're each other's biggest fans, biggest sources of encouragement, biggest inspirations. And so when their routine is boring, it's the best feeling in the world; because it just means more time, reliably, spent with one another.

[southparkblo]

Group chat stuff!!

Tweek is still Tweek

Tolkien is Tonya

Craig is Claire

Jimmy is Jill

Clyde is Cleo

Chapter 1 (Wednesday March 19, 2:49pm)

Tweek

my dick is clenching thinking about your tight gripper

Tonya

Hello???

cleo

literally who's

claire

take a guess, punk.

Jill

woahhh there buddy

claire

sorry, I just get a little jelous some times, is all... 🙂

tweek

STOP

tweek

bro I'm gonna fail this fucking class man holy shit

Claire

U won't it's ok I'll help u

cleo

wait what class do u have

tweek

math

my brain literally can't comprehend this shit man🫠

cleo

I have a 34 in math rn 😭😭😭

claire

LMFAO

Jill

L bozo😼

claire

literally how the fuck can u possibly be that bad 💀

cleo

ok well ur fucking dyslexic bitch

claire

stop ik and I'm gonna do so bad on the literacy test

cleo

litteracy u dumb ass

making fun of my grades

I'll fucking piss on ur fucking guinea pig hoe

we'll see what u do then

claire

that's actually so crazy

Jill

leave Stripe #73 out of this

claire

bro :""""""""""<

tweek

u guys leave her alone

jill

OmG GuYs StOp FigHtinG

Tweek

😭(😈)

claire

wtf does that mean

tweek

*huffs and puffs and blows ur pants off*

claire

alright

tweek

listen here... Jill Valmer.

Jill

... yes ma'am?

tweek

I've given you a chance.

Are you ready for your punishment?

Jill

yes mommy

tweek

Very well then

Jill

eat my cunt

Tonya

you guys can't not be horny for 2 fucking seconds

Jill

I'm actually extremely dry rn

tweek

same

cleo

I'm not

Tonya

no body cares??

Jill

what about u claire

Tonya

?????

claire

I mean I just walked by some kindergartener

tweek

Jesus christ man

ur gonna get canceled

Jill

she can't get canceled she's a gay neurodivergent woman of color

claire

yeah try me that's 4

I win the oppression Olympics

Tonya

oppression Olympics is crazy 🙈

claire

that's u

Tonya

!?!??!

Tweek

?!?!?!?!?

tweek

me🥷

Tonya

omfg

claire

👉👌 us

tweek

no.

claire

b-but

tweek

no buts. not after what you did...

cleo

schools almost over!!!

claire

b-baby I'm sorry! I!- I didn't mean to shit on ur bed!

tweek

whats done is done

go fucking burn

also yeah I'm really excited to leave

cleo

I'm actually so hungry

tweek

same imma go home and make me a claire some yummies!!

cleo

oh claire told me we could hang out at her house after school

tweek

yeah I was talking about her house I call her house mine sometimes idk I practically live there lol

Cleo

AWWWWWWWWWWW

SO CUTE

claire

kill urself

tweek

golly gee

pull out ur wee wee

Tonya

I love how u just say literally anything that comes to ur mind

tweek

ik I'm so random!

but not really though the majority of the stuff I don't say

I would get put in the ward if I said everything that was on my mind 💀

Tonya

oop my bad

Jill

miss girl said that she thinks she belongs in the ward and ur reaction is "oop"

Tonya

man idk

tweek

guys I'm fine omg!!

claire

what world r u living in where ur fine 💀

tweek

ur not fine!!!!

tweek

that bell felt better then an orgasm

claire

frfr

Tonya

have yall even had sex yet

claire

lots

tweek

so much

claire

it's all we do tbh

if her rack wasn't so big I wouldn't be with her tbh

tweek

yeah and I wouldn't be with her if her pussy didn't smell like fish

claire

I got that chlamydia ashthetic

chlamydia core

cleo

there's this one hair inside of my asshole help me it actually hurts

Tonya

if u want I can check it out for you 😏

cleo

JSHSKWBSTYD9WKVS

cleo

yes pls 🙏

Tonya

meet at my locker today

cleo

y

Tonya

cause I got these cool lights for it and I wanna show u :)

cleo

ok!!!

[hawksugarbaby]

Hawks x reader- snowed in

Fluff

The snow piled up around the door like Icing sugar decorating a cake and the windows frosted over with frozen icicles dangling from the ledge, threatening to pierce the soft snow. "It's so cold Kei" you ran your hands up and down your cold arms layered in goosebumps and pressed your glacial feet against his calves making him jolt forward "JESUS CHRIST!" he shouted wiggling away from your feet making you giggle.

"I'll put the heating on and close the curtains? That might help" he shrugged sending a crimson feather to do the work for him "mhm, you mean your wings will do it for you" you smile softly curling into his side and he grinned putting his arm on your head "you make a wonderful armrest" the bedsheets crinkled and shifted with your feet that kicked his shin jokingly "ouch, i'm in agony" he said casually without any indication he was in pain (because he wasn't) and you pouted angrily turning your head away from him which made his arm fall onto the bed "aw i'm sorry princess, you make a wonderful girlfriend too!" he kissed the back of your neck wrapping his arms around you and rolling you on top of him. "I love you~" he sang, drawing out the love and you dropped your annoyed expression, A bright smile etched on your face instead. "I love you too!"

Keigo wrapped his wings around you blanketing you in crimson feathers that kept the heat as close to you as possible. "Your pretty kei." you said bluntly, keeping your (e/c) eyes on his ruby pools "thank you baby so are you" you said kissing the tip of your nose making your face scrunch up and your eye's crinkle at the corners in a smile. Your legs tangled together and your arms were going numb, crushed between you and your boyfriends chard chest from the lack of options on where to put them.

"Your wings are so warm" you muttered nuzzling into his chest like a big cat, the thumping of his heart was steady and soothing and you matched your breathing to his without reasoning "are they? I never knew that" he sighed placing one hand against your head stroking your hair softly. "Yeah they're like a whole ass radiator connected to you" you said and he hummed in response. "A whole ass radiator?" he repeated teasingly and you snickered "a whole ass radiator" the confirmation made the two of you laugh slightly and keigo peeked out the window, the blinding white blurred from the frozen glass but as if waiting for it a frozen stalagmite fell from the ledge impaling the snow quickly. "Thank god we're not standing under those right now" keigo mumbled and closed the curtain again.

"I wish we could build a snowman or something" you sighed, leaning your head up again and wiggling to find comfort "yeah me too we could have- ow okay you just kneed me in the dick and I do not appreciate that" he wheezed his face burning red and eyes streaming tears "oh my god i'm so sorry I didn't even realise" you gasped kissing his face over and over as if it would alleviate some of the pain, you wiped the tears running down his face with your sleeve and buried your face in his chest. "y'could kiss it better" he teased earning a slap in the chest "KEIGO!" his chest vibrated and he squirmed.

"that feels fucking weird. Don't shout at my lungs what did they do to you?" he turned his face away like a dramatic character from a Shakespeare play and you rolled your eyes "I dunno but your still breathing so they have that to apologize for" keigo's mouth fell open in shock and his eye's rounded in amusement "i'm hurt" "no your not you liar" "I am truly in pain, I don't think I can go on" he clutched his shirt and said "just know I always loved you" then sank his head onto the pillow heavily his tongue lolling outside of his mouth.

You wailed loudly and dropped the back of your hand to your forehead "whyy! My one and only love, I'm sorry I never should have treated you so cruelly" your dramatization made the blonde laugh and you gasped "HE'S ALIVE!" the volume of your shouting was enough to have the neighbors bang on the wall in annoyance "SORRY MY BOYFRIEND WAS FUCKING DYING!" you shouted through the wall and rolled your eyes sinking back into keigo's chest and turning to your cheek rested against him instead. "Rude" you tutted and Keigo nodded in agreement, knocking his head against the headboard that banged against the wall annoying the neighbors further.

"Keigo I have a question" you lead the conversation and keigo panicked, what if you proposed, what if you asked him to propose, what if you wanted a dog, what if you wanted kids, what if you wanted food, oh god what if you wanted takeaway! With the snow building up to the letterbox he didn't imagine you would manage to get any takeaway to the house right now. Please don't want takeaway. "Do you like this house?" okay it's not takeaway "I think i'm content here but I wouldn't mind something new" he admit scratching the back of his neck and looking at the wall behind him "not a fan of the neighbors either" he stuck his tongue out and you chuckled drumming your fingers against his forearm.

"so I was wondering if you maybe, at some point it doesn't have to be now, and you don't have to make a decision right now but-" "spit it out princess, your stalling" he smiled stroking your cheek gently with his thumb and you sighed mumbling something under your breath earning a glower from your boyfriend. "Would you wanna move in with me? Eventually, If you want, you don't have to but I think it would be nice" you lowered your voice at the end.

Keigo laughed and kissed the top of your head "yeah I think that would be nice" he agreed and you grinned, a giddy feeling developing in your head and you wiggled in excitement. "If you keep wiggling your gonna create a problem you'll have to deal with" he smirked and you immediately stopped moving "I take back the proposition you can stay here with your horny ass." you tapped him on the nose sitting up and moving so you were straddling his stomach.

His wings couldn't wrap around you as well when you were sitting up so he dragged a blanket over your shoulders and tucked his wings back underneath him. "Could we get a bigger house? Maybe one with a nursery..." you trailed off. Fuck. there was the kid's question he was afraid of. Keigo figured he should ask the all important question soon, you had been dating for 4 years but keigo had never been so committed to a relationship before, maybe it was the abandonment issues or how his job filled up his life but you were special you were different. Maybe it was time for this conversation then.

"You want kids with me?" he asked in disbelief sitting himself up and sitting against the headboard analyzing you carefully like a trap "of course I want kids with you. Not right now but in the future i'd like kids" keigo had never come to terms with the idea of someone wanting to spend their life with him but as the snow fell caging you in he suddenly didn't mind more days like this. Talking and cuddling for the rest of time would be amazing but kids were scary to him, he wanted to be better than his father and he wanted to be there for his kids, pick them up from school and help them with homework but would his work get in the way?

"Kei I know you had an awful childhood, and I understand why you might feel... cautious about the idea of having children, but you are the only person I would even ever consider worthy of dating me never mind raising our kids" you comforted, kissing him softly placing your hand on his and squeezing tightly. "I just don't know if i'd ever be a good dad, i'm barely a good person, I literally just about function as a human" his eyes darted around the room for something to focus on but they kept landing on you. You were what he should focus on right now. "Baby you would be an amazing dad, a busy one yes, but an incredible one! And sure you're a little dysfunctional but so am I! Your an amazing person and I love you okay and if you don't want kids right now that's okay, we have all the time in the world-" "-we have until menopause" "we have until menopause"

He sighed and swallowed thickly "okay." he said curtly, nodding away to himself and pulling you in for a hug wrapped up by his wings. "Okay?" you raised your eyebrows and tilted your hand rubbing your cold hands up his back "I'd like kids eventually. But not right now I think I wanna marry you first" he sighed brushing your hair behind your ear and pulling you into a tight hug and crossing his fluffy wings behind you "y-you wanna marry m-me?" you stuttered and he laughed "of course I wanna marry you I just don't know your ring size yet and I didn't know if you want to marry me" he kissed your forehead and you smiled softly "of course I wanna marry you!" you exclaim wrapping your arms around him and barraging him with kisses across the bridge of his nose. "I'm glad because I wanna marry you too"

You lay there for a while longer just talking, it didn't matter what you talked about, you made a conversation out of it. "Can we PLEASE get a cat" you whined giving him your biggest puppy dog eyes but he remained stoic "we're not getting a fucking cat they just try to pull my feathers out and it's really annoying" he shook his head raising his palms to the sky "but they grow baack" you wiggled your arms and he chuckled and pet you on the head "i'm sorry baby it just really hurts and I don't wanna deal with that every day" he apologized and you sighed knowing you wouldn't get your way "what about a puppy then" "babyy"

You snuggled once again into his chest, filled with joy at the prospect of marrying keigo. "The snow isn't clearing up" keigo sighed knowing there wasn't much in his fridge right now "I don't have much to eat but I don't think I could get groceries right now" he tapped his chin and you popped your head up "to the kitchen we shall go and imma make the best damn meal we've ever had" you challenged yourself and keigo smirked "I could have you for dinner" he nuzzled into your neck and chuckled and you tutted tapping him on the head "Sorry baby you aren't a big enough portion size for me" you quickly jumped up dragging the blanket behind you like a cape and disappearing around the corner like the phantom of the opera. "My dignity" he lamented and strolled behind you.

You opened the fridge and immediately shut it again "you have chicken" "yep" "and only chicken" "yep" you smirked to himself and you sighed pinching the bridge of your nose and opening the fridge again and digging for something that resembled a meal. Eventually you had a chicken breast, a couple strips of prosciutto, various cheeses, flour, various spices, basil leaves, butter and olive oil. "Put a pan on with olive oil and butter will you love" you pulled out a chopping board and got to work butterflying the chicken breast "yes chef!"

You stuffed the chicken breast and basil and wrapped it back up in the prosciutto keeping it sealed together. "is the pan warm?" you asked, eating a handful of grated cheddar in the meantime and he nodded holding his hands over the pan for heat "OW okay rude" he pulled his hand off when freckles of oil jumped up and burned his hands. "Silly" you put the chicken in the pan and you jumped at the sizzling whirling behind hawks who folded his wings around you "it's okay baby don't worry" he said going full protection mode.

You served the meal and garnished it with basil and cheese skipping back to bed to eat the meal together. "Y'know this does look better than any KFC I've ever eaten" he praised and wrapped his wing around you turning on the tv that you only really needed for background noise as you usually talked over it anyway. "Hey kei" "yeah baby?" "I hope it snows like this all the time"

[bigassnocash]

For the Best (Regulus Black x James Potter)

Hello babes! I haven't written in a while, and I'm so excited to get back into it! If you guys want anything specific, please send in an ask or a request and I'd be so ecstatic to write it! As always, be kind <3

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"Can't you just listen to me Reg?" James pleaded with the younger boy.

"No James, I don't think you understand what I am trying to tell you. It'll never work out between us so I'm ending it now."

"Why are you being so pessimistic about this? Why do you think we're destined to fall apart?"

"Because we're just too different James, surely to god even you can see that?" In reality, the last thing Regulus Black wanted to do was give up James Potter. For the first time in his life he wasn't 'Regulus Arcturus Black, the Most Noble House of Black,' he was just Reggie. Or Reg. Or my love. For the first time in his life, Regulus could be his own person. James didn't care about blood status, houses, or Regulus' family.

What James did care about, was standing up for what's right. He cared for the first years Barty would hex in the hallways just because he was bored. He cared about making sure the muggleborn students felt safe in their school. He cared about standing up to Voldemort and making sure that he wouldn't be able to ruin the Wizarding World. He would care if he found the mark on the inside of Regulus' left arm, committing him to the very person James hated.

"Regulus why do you care so much about what everyone else says? Look at Remus and Sirius, look at Marls and Dorcas. Not a single person in this school cares about their relationships being same-sex, so chances are they wouldn't care about us being together."

"Oh fuck off with that bullshit James. Of course, no one in the school cares about the Griffindor golden kids kissing someone with the same parts as them, because in everyone's minds you guys can do no wrong."

"So that's what it is because we're in different houses?"

"No James houses has nothing to do with it, it's just-"

"Just what Reg? Because for me, the past year has been fucking amazing and I don't want to give it up this easy."

"Do you really think this is fucking easy for me James? Jesus fucking Christ you're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I don't want to lose you but it's hurting me to stay. It hurts me to know I could hurt you, and you don't deserve that. You deserve love like Remus and Sirius. You deserve someone who believes in you wholeheartedly. James Potter, you deserve someone better than me. You deserve someone who isn't broken on the inside."

James walked over to Regulus who was crying now, put his arms around the other boy and cradled him gently. James had never seen such emotion from Regulus before and it hurt him that it was so negative.

"Regulus listen to me, I don't deserve anyone better than you. You're the best of the best and I won't have anything else. I want to be there for you in every way I can." "You really mean that James? In any way I need?"

"Of course, my love. What do you need?"

"I need you to leave, James. Go now, before it's too late. Walk away right now." "Why are you so insistent on us breaking up, Reg? Why can't we be together?"

"Because of this," Regulus pulled up his sleeve to show James his arm, "because I am the total and complete opposite of you James."

James stared at Regulus' arm with a blank face. He watched the serpent move around the skull in a menacing way. He didn't know what to think. How could Regulus do this? Why would he do this? He's only sixteen.

He was still staring at it when Regulus spoke again. "James, say something."

"Dumbledore can remove it, I know he can. Surely there has to be a way to remove it from a minor who was forced to, we can go talk to-"

"James I wasn't forced to get the mark, I chose it for myself."

"What? What do you mean, you chose it for yourself?"

"I mean this, right here, this is what I believe in. I wanted to get the mark, I wanted to serve Lord Voldemort."

"Well then, well then I'll join you."

"James, no. You aren't wired the same way I am. You would never be happy and you'd always resent me, and I don't want that. James, please just go."

"Regulus please, don't do this. I can't live without you. I don't want anyone else, no one makes me feel like you do. When I even think about you I get butterflies. Please, stay with me."

"Fine James, if you won't go then I will."

With that statement, Regulus stood up and left. He left James there with a broken look on his face and a broken heart. It hurt Regulus to leave, but who knows how much he could've hurt James if he stayed. Leaving was for the best, right?

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Infatuation (18+) {a.h.} : chapter 8

summary: you needed a job. aaron hotchner needed a babysitter. the rest was inevitable.

word count: 4.9K

warnings: explicit language, building tension, drinking alcohol

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"Hey Esmé? Are you up? I really need you right now," you called out through her bedroom door. You shifted your weight on the balls of your feet, knocking on her door.

Aaron had just dropped you off at your apartment, leaving you stunned at the fact that the two of you almost kissed in his car. You had to talk to someone about it otherwise you were certain you would have spontaneously combusted on the spot. You threw your head in your hands in frustration and let out a frustrated groan as you knocked on her door, this time a little bit harder than the first.

"Esmé, please." Artemis was at your heels and she barked at the door, as if she was trying to help you out and get Esmé's attention.

Aggravated mumbling from behind the door grabbed your attention as you heard Esmé shuffling her feet on the floor. When it opened, she was rubbing her eye with one hand and waving her finger around at you with the other.

"I swear to God, Y/N, this better be life or death because I am exhausted. I had some guy puke on me at the ER on my shift and I'm not in the mood to deal with-"

"He tried to kiss me in his car after his lecture," you blurted out to interrupt her rambling.

She stopped rubbing her eyes, looking at you with the one uncovered eye extremely wide. "I'm sorry. Can you repeat that?" She took a step closer to you, still keeping her one hand on top of her eye.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. "Aaron. He tried to kiss me today after the lecture."

Esmé quickly grabbed onto your hand and dragged you into her room, making you sit down on her bed. She stood in front of you and was pacing back and forth, her face contorted in disbelief and confusion.

"Aaron...tried...to...kiss...you," she said slowly as if she was taking a moment to process what you just told her.

"Yes, Esmé. It was after his lecture before he dropped me off here." Esmé continued to pace in front of you, holding her chin in her hand.

"Aaron tried to kiss you," she said faster.

"Esmé. I know. Focus here, please. I literally don't know what the fuck to do with myself right now," you said, a hint of annoyance in your voice. You knew that it was a lot to take in and quite frankly, you were still reeling from the moment yourself.

"How the fuck did that even happen?" Esmé asked as she finally gave you her undivided attention.

"It just sort of came out of the blue," you told her. "Well, maybe not that out of the blue the more that I think about it."

"Why's that?"

"He said some things during the lecture and I am pretty positive that they were supposed to be directed at me. Or I guess how he feels about me," you explained. Esmé squatted down in front of you, resting her hands on your thighs.

"What the hell did he say in the lecture?"

You briefly told Esmé about how he kept looking at you during that one specific part of the lecture, how Zeus didn't care about what people thought and that he just wanted to be with the woman he loved.

"He said that in front of everybody?" she asked, her eyes widening in shock.

"Yeah, E. That's why I'm trying not to read too much into it because it was a lecture after all. But it just felt so real."

Esmé let out a small laugh and stood up. "Y/N, I told you this man was smitten. Look at him! He almost kissed you in his car. Jesus fucking Christ. It's like he got smacked upside the head and is finally growing a set to not just tell you how he feels but to show you how he feels."

"I'm trying not to get my hopes up," you said quietly, the lingering uncertainty rattling around in your head.

Esmé looked down at you and furrowed her brows. "Wait. You said tried to kiss you? How do you try to kiss someone and not actually kiss them? I mean it's not that hard. You just have to-"

"Esmé," you said, cutting her off from her impending rant again as you heard the excited yet confused tone in her voice. "He got a call from Jack's school so he had to take it."

Esmé flopped down on the bed next to you on her back and stared up at the ceiling. "So you're telling me that it literally was like a scene out of a fucking movie? Oh my god, Y/N," she said excitedly as she held her face in her hands.

You shrugged your shoulders, twiddling your fingers in your lap. "I guess it was kind of cliché. But, God, E, when I tell you I felt like the world was completely stopped around us when he was moving his head closer to me," you said, exhaling deeply.

Esmé propped herself up on her elbows and a smirk grew on her face. "How about next time you see him, you just go for the gusto. Fucking grab him by the collar or something and just go for it."

You laughed at Esmé's so-called advice, rolling your eyes.

"I mean come on. He clearly has a thing for you already and you sure as hell do too, so might as well reassure his thoughts and feelings by sealing the deal and finish what you started in his car," she continued. She sat up on the edge of her bed next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "And you know just for your sanity, and mine," she muttered as she spoke. Esmé grabbed onto your chin and turned your head to look at her. "Turn your fucking phone off," she said, sending you a death glare as she still held on to your face.

"Noted," you said, laughing lightly as she poked you on your nose, letting go of your face. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you grabbed it quickly, hoping it was the person you needed to hear from the most.

                                     Aaron Hotchner

-Hey, Y/N. Just wanted to let you know that I am keeping Jack home from school tomorrow. Don't worry about coming here to watch him. I took off for the day to make sure he's doing alright.

-And thanks again for coming to my lecture. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

                                -Tell Jack I hope that he feels better soon!

"Oh my god, did he ask you out yet? Was that what that message was?" Esmé asked excitedly.

You shook your head no and put your phone away. "Jack is sick so I'm not going over there tomorrow."

"Well that's not the worst thing in the world. Now you have an extra day to figure things out." She paused, giving your leg a reassuring squeeze. "And now I have the next day to help you come up with a plan to seduce Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome."

"I don't think that will be necessary," you laughed lightly, not wanting Esmé to meddle in whatever was going on with Aaron.

"Me making the plan? Yeah, probably not. But you definitely have to get into his pants," she encouraged. "Don't let this one get away from you."

"I'm not planning on it."

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Your days off flew by and before you knew it, you were back to your daily routine of watching the young Hotchner.

"How are you feeling, buddy?" you asked Jack as he wrapped his arms around your legs when you picked him up from the bus stop.

"A lot better. I slept a lot yesterday and the day before. I missed school though," he said as he looked up at you from around your waist. "But it's okay. Ms. Kingston told me not to worry about my work or anything." He let go of you and you began to walk towards the Hotchner home.

Your usual game of pebble kicking commenced as Jack told you about his school day.

"Hey Y/N?" he asked as he hopped up the stairs to the porch.

"Yeah, Jack?"

He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at you as you grabbed the key to the house from your pocket. "I missed you while I was sick."

You smiled, ruffling his hair. "I missed you, too." You unlocked the door and headed inside, being greeted by the German Shepherd who was eagerly anticipating someone coming home to be with him.

Jack gave Buster his usual scratches behind the ear before going to do his homework at the kitchen table.

You settled down on the couch, still trying to figure out how exactly you were going to bring up the whole almost kiss incident later on with Aaron later on when he got home from work.

It was all you thought about the past two days, keeping you up at night. With Esmé practically interrogating you every time she saw you, you were growing more anxious to talk to him. You worried that there was a lapse of judgement. That he was just caught up in the moment.

But you hoped that wasn't the case.

You hoped that that was his overall intention. That he did want to kiss you. That the words he spoke during his lecture, although they were about the myth, that they applied to the situation that the two of you currently found yourselves in. The words seemed too real, too thought out to only be about the way that the story went. And the fact that his mannerisms in the lecture changed when he was talking about the desire to be with someone and that he didn't care what others thought. He went from glancing around the room and pacing in front of all of his students to stopping dead in his tracks and looking at you.

You could vividly remember how his eyes were searching yours in the lecture hall, as if he was hinting that it all was about you. That it always had been about you.

As you sat on the couch and tried to process everything and think of what you were going to say to Aaron, you were interrupted by the young Hotchner plopping down on the couch next to you.

"Y/N, I'm hungry," he said as he twiddled with his fingers.

"What are you in the mood for?" You turned your attention towards the boy as you propped up your elbow on the back of the couch.

"Can we make pizza together?" he asked softly.

"Make pizza?" You were shocked at his request, not expecting him to want to make his own dinner.

"Yeah. It would be fun and delicious." He smiled softly at you, and you knew he was going to win. That kid was slowly leaving a lasting impression on you, one that you never expected. You truly cared about him the more you spent time with him and you wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

You glanced at your watch quickly to get a gauge on the time. "We probably won't have enough time to make our own sauce but we can buy it from your favorite pizza place and still make everything else like the dough. Does that sound good to you, buddy?"

"Yeah!" he hollered in excitement. You gave him a quick high five, an agreement on the plan for the night.

"Give me a few minutes to check to see what Dad has in the kitchen for the dough and toppings and then we'll head out to the store for everything else," you told Jack as you got up from the couch.

"Thanks, Y/N!"

"Of course, Jack."

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After your successful shopping trip to the grocery store and the pizza place, you and Jack were back home prepping the kitchen for your pizza making night.

"Alright, Jack. Ready to start?" you asked, looking at the ingredients scattered on the counter.

Jack nodded in excitement from across the counter and eagerly awaited your instructions.

You helped him measure out everything for the dough and had him start to mix it together while you grated the fresh block of mozzarella cheese to use for your pizzas. And of course, according to Jack, no pizza night would have been complete without pepperoni for the topping so you were going to cut that up as well.

"Okay, Y/N. The dough is all done," Jack said as he wiped his hands off above the counter. He looked adorable as ever, his shirt lightly coated in a bit of flour and a couple little white spots of flour on his face.

"Nice work, Jack," you said as you put down the cheese, figuring you grated enough. You passed Jack a sliver of the pepperoni, taking one for yourself. "Always fun to snack while you're cooking."

He nodded, leaning across the counter awaiting your next instruction. You cleared the countertop of everything besides the bowl of dough by Jack.

"Step one," you said dramatically, trying to get Jack even more excited, "is to put some flour on the counter." You took a pinch of the flour in between your fingers and sprinkled it onto the counter where the two of you were going to work. Jack followed your lead and sprinkled some flour on the counter too.

"Why are we doing this?" he asked curiously.

"It's so the dough doesn't get too sticky on the counter." He let out a small oh as you grabbed the bowl of dough in front of him. "Are we doing little pizzas for everyone or one big one to share?"

Jack tapped his finger on his chin, taking an ample amount of time to think about his decision as if the world depended upon it. "Little ones," he decided.

"Alright, well in that case we have to split the dough evenly." You grabbed the nearby knife and cut the dough into 3 equal parts, one for you, Jack, and Aaron.

"Now what?" Jack asked.

"We have to knead the dough," you explained as you placed one of the sections of dough on the counter where you had sprinkled the flour. You rolled the dough around for a second to coat it in the flour and watched as Jack stared at you, mesmerized at what you were doing.

You rolled the dough on the counter, working to get the air bubbles out of the dough. You kneaded it for a few minutes until you heard the familiar car alarm chirp in the driveway.

"Dad's home?" Jack asked, clearly not expecting his father to be home so soon.

You glanced at the time to see that Aaron was home about two hours earlier than you had anticipated. "I guess so," you said as you heard the front door open.

You continued to work the dough as Aaron came into the kitchen.

"Wow, what's going on here?" he asked as he leaned against the entrance of the kitchen.

"Making pizza," Jack said simply.

"Mhm," Aaron hummed. "Who's idea was that?"

"It was mine," the young Hotchner admitted happily. "I'll be right back. I have to go to the bathroom."

"Make sure you wash your hands good if you're going to be making this pizza," Aaron called out as Jack ran down the hallway.

You chuckled lightly at Jack's unnecessary announcement as you continued to roll the dough around on the counter. You glanced over to see Aaron watching you work the dough. He furrowed his brows as you worked, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.

"Can I help you?" you teased, clearly catching him watching you.

Aaron let out a light laugh, coming over to where you and Jack had been cooking. "Nothing, I just—" He paused and clicked his tongue. "It's nothing."

You brushed a strand of hair off your forehead with the back of your hand and looked at him, wondering what he was talking about. "No, what was it?" you asked.

"You're doing too much to the dough," he told you, raising his eyebrows as his way of pointing towards it.

You scoffed playfully, feigning a hurt expression at his comment. "Well, Mr. Chef Boyardee, how should we be kneading the dough then?"

Aaron rolled up the sleeves on his dress shirt and you watched as he came around the counter.

You definitely weren't expecting what was coming next.

Aaron stood behind you, pressing his front against your back as he wrapped his arms around your body, his forearms boxing yours in. He placed his hands on top of yours, starting to guide your hands in rolling the dough. His hands covered yours completely, manipulating their movements to continue to knead the dough. He moved his head next to yours, keeping a watchful eye on the workspace in front of you. You felt the warmth radiating off his body as he continued to stand behind you.

"You don't have to work it so much," he whispered into your ear. You shivered at the closeness, trying not to lose your composure as Aaron continued to move your hands, now in a more circular motion to work on getting the dough to be the right shape and to have a bit of a crust.

"The less you keep kneading it, the better," he continued. You leaned back against him, falling into a state of intoxication because of the whole incident that was unraveling.

You couldn't form any coherent words. Or any other thought than the fact that you wanted Aaron to take you right then and there on the countertop. It took all your willpower not to moan in the moment, even though you felt at any moment one would slip past your lips.

Aaron could feel the way your body tensed when he first came up behind you. He thought that maybe you felt uncomfortable in the situation. But then as your body relaxed underneath his touch, he figured you were enjoying the moment just as much as he was.

He didn't want to ever let you go. The feeling of your body pressed against his was permanently engraved in his mind.

He wanted more.

He was tired of running around his feelings. He was determined to talk to you about everything.

"Aaron," you muttered out, practically breathless as he stayed behind you even though the pizza dough had long been stagnant on the counter. Now, it was only the two of you pressed against each other, both of your hands locked together on top of one another on the counter.

"Hm?" he hummed as he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

"We need to talk later," you said, feeling overwhelmed by the closeness of him. You knew that you had to talk to him about the events of the past few days and if you didn't stop him now, you wouldn't have been able to help yourself.

"Whatever you want," he muttered as he pressed another kiss underneath your earlobe.

As much as you didn't want him to, Aaron let go of you and you could still feel the way he was pressed up against you. You could subtly make out the mildly toned muscles that were hidden underneath his dress shirt and you imagined what they looked like, how they would have felt underneath your fingertips.

You tried to shake the thoughts from your head but to no avail.

You stood there practically frozen as Jack skipped back into the kitchen. "Okay! I think I can make my pizza now. I think I'm going to be an expert," he asserted.

"I'm sure you are, buddy," Aaron said as he washed his hands in the sink.

"Alright Jack. Let's get going," you told him, feeling your cheeks blush thinking about what just happened.

You were truly in deep shit and there was no going back.

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"Can we play a game now?" Jack pleaded as the three of you just got done eating the pizzas.

"Go pick one out," Aaron said as he wiped his mouth off with his napkin.

Jack ran up to his room, leaving you and Aaron alone. Again.

He cleared his throat as he took a sip of his wine. He placed the glass down in front of you and clasped his hands together, his honey eyes glancing at you. "What did you want to talk about?" he asked.

You took a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself for the impending conversation. "Well to start, I guess, I want to ask you something."

"Anything."

"Now this may be my brain just over analyzing but in, uh, light of recent events we'll say," you started, trying to phrase everything the best you could, "the day at your lecture. I know you were talking about the myth of Zeus and Io. But I just... the words seemed to be saying more than just that. Am I overthinking or was there actually something behind all of that?"

"You'd be right about that," he said bluntly as he took another sip of his wine. "It wasn't just about the myth."

You felt your cheeks blush again as he looked at you. "So you actually meant it?"

"You're a smart girl, Y/N. I figured you'd pick up on it," he said with a smirk.

"And in the car when we were about to kiss—"

"Interruptions are never fun," he interjected. "Like I said that day, Y/N, you're such an amazing person. And if my actions haven't been clear about that and the way I feel about everything, then what can I do to make it clearer?"

Your eyes widened, realizing what he just told you. You figured that some part of him had some sort of feelings for you but to hear it from him was a whole different sense of euphoria.

"I don't want to force you into anything that you don't want," he added. "I know that there are a lot of things about all of this that could be a bit taboo to some people."

You nodded your head, taking a sip of your own wine. "What makes you think that this isn't something that I want?" you asked curiously.

The footsteps of Jack returned and Aaron raised his brow as a way to tell you to stop the conversation for the time being. Later, he mouthed to you as he got up from the dinner table and grabbed your empty plate from in front of you.

"I haven't played this game in forever," Jack said dramatically as he rattled the box in his hands.

"What is it?" you asked as you got up from the table to see what he had.

He held the box out in front of you and you felt your heart race. Of course, it was just the thing that you needed right now to add to the tension that was clearly building between you and Aaron all night.

"Twister!" he hollered.

Jesus fucking Christ, you thought to yourself.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to figure out a way out of playing. You couldn't see it actually helping the current situation in which you found yourself. If anything, you knew that it would make you want to have Aaron absolutely destroy you into oblivion.

"Jack, buddy. I, uh, don't think that this is such a good idea after eating such a big dinner," you told him, trying to think of anything to get out of playing the game. "You don't want to get sick."

"I'll be fine! Come on, Y/N," Jack practically whined.

"Yeah, come on Y/N," Aaron said smugly as he came up from behind you. "It'll be fun to say the least." He placed his hand on the small of your back as he guided you into the living room. Jack ran around in front of the two of you, quickly laying out the mat for the game on the floor.

You whipped your head around towards Aaron, your eyes wide. "What kind of sick joke is this?" you whispered at him.

He shrugged his shoulders and shoved his hands in his pockets as he smirked. "I had nothing to do with this. But," he whispered as he moved his lips closer to your ear so that Jack wouldn't hear what he was about to say. "I'm sure it won't be the last time the two of us get tangled up together."

"Cheeky bastard," you said back to him, feeling his words go straight to your core.

"Come on guys! I'll go first," Jack said as he spun the dial. "Left hand green." He smacked his hand onto the green dot closest to him and was waiting for you or Aaron to make the next move.

"Let the games begin," Aaron said loudly, making sure to steal a glance at you as the smirk grew on his face.

It wasn't long before the three of you were all twisted and tangled on the game mat. You were positive that you were mere moments away from falling over but you were determined to hold on, if only for a bit longer.

Aaron was thankful for his son for being his unintentional wingman. The game allowed him to be close to you with absolutely no remorse in his body. Especially the few times your ass had rubbed against his groin area. He clenched his jaw each time it happened, trying to not let it affect him. Or at least not that much.

He couldn't even remember how you got tangled up with him on the mat, your limbs crossing here and there with your fronts facing each other.

He was surprised to see how you were twisting and bending your body and could only think about how you would be in bed when he was relentlessly fuc—

"Right hand green," you announced as the spinner for the game came to a halt. "Oh no," you groaned as you soon realized how far away you were from the green spot.

"Don't think you can do it?" Jack teased as he peeked over at you and looked at your current situation.

"No, no. I got this," you told him. You stretched out your arm, reaching over Aaron's crossed legs as you planted your hand firmly on the green dot. "See? Told you."

"Dad, your turn!"

Aaron muttered under his breath, something about being too old for this game as he reached over and spun the spinner. "Left foot yellow?" Aaron peered down at his feet to see that his foot was already there. "Well would you look at that."

"You have to move it," Jack told his father.

"What? No, I don't," Aaron said, determined to keep his foot in place.

"Jack is right. Your foot was already there but you have to try to move it to a different yellow spot," you told him as you glanced at him over your shoulder.

Aaron rolled his eyes and begrudgingly moved his foot to the nearest yellow spot, which looped his body underneath yours.

"Right foot red for me," Jack said as he stretched out his leg to reach it. His foot just made it as it looked like he was in the position that runners were in when they were starting the race.

You flicked the spinner and watched it go until it slowed down, landing on a spot. "Right foot blue," you said. You stretched out your leg, going over Aaron's waist to get to the blue spot. "And that is how it's done," you said cockily.

A mere moment later, your knee buckled underneath you, as it gave out from tiredness underneath you. You quickly fell to the ground, taking Aaron down with you. You landed on his lap, a small huff of air leaving him from the impact.

"Are you okay?" you asked him as you tried to hold in your laughter.

He nodded, trying not to wince from the sudden weight that was dropped onto his groin area.

Aaron was, in fact, more than okay. Sure, the initial fall from you hurt like a bitch but as the two of you sat there for a moment, taking in what just happened, he really didn't mind.

"I win!" Jack yelled in victory.

"That you did," you agreed. You shuddered quickly as Aaron's hands found your waist, splaying them across it. It became all too noticeable to you now that you were practically straddling Aaron's lap right there on the Twister mat.

"You okay?" he asked you as his face softened in concern. You felt his thumbs run gentle circles on your hips as he awaited your answer.

"I'm fine," you assured, brushing the loose strands of hair off of his forehead with your fingers. "I fell on you. Are you okay?"

Aaron nodded his head, a small smile turning up on his lips.

"I think I'm more okay than I have been in a while."

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author's note:

i have literally had this chapter planned out and the idea in my head before i even any idea as to where this story was going and i am so excited that it's finally out there!

i hope you all enjoyed it! as always, thank you for your continued support <3

see you next chapter!

-jordyn

[1-800-imagines]

Summer Love |h.s|

no control part 1

tw: aggressive, douche bf (not harry)

Rowan was more excited for her second year of college at Dartmouth. She had a boyfriend and she was going to be a teaching assistant for English 1301. She had taken the course the year before and loved the professor. Dr. Montgomery had been impressed with Rowan that she had offered her a job for the next year and now Rowan basically was in charge of the class. She lectured, gave tests and quizzes, and graded papers. Dr. Montgomery was just there as a supervisor if Rowan had questions.

She was also excited for her classes because she was now able to take her major related courses. She adored English with her whole heart and now her schedule was full of English classes instead of just the basics. She had her classes that she was taking on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday's. And she taught two English 1301 classes on Tuesday and Thursday back to back.

Rowan was anxious about teaching. She was only 19. Her students would be the same age as her and might be in her other classes. It was the day before classes started and Rowan had moved into her apartment that day. It was a late start but her parents had wanted her home for as much as possible since she didn't come home much during the school year. Boston was only 2 hours away but Rowan didn't have a car.

Carter had helped Rowan move all her stuff in. Her parents had kissed her goodbye and left leaving the couple alone. Rowan flopped on her bed and laid back. She was exhausted from moving all the shit. She wanted a nap, but Carter was on her. "Not now, Cart," She mumbled with her eyes still closed.

"Come on, Ro. I helped you move all your heavy shit in and now you're gonna hold out on me," Carter said, his voice laced with guilt. Rowan sighed, but didn't move.

"No, I'm tired." She opened her eyes to look at him, "I'm sorry. Can't we nap and maybe after?" She asked him.

"God, you're such a bitch, Rowan." He snapped. His sweet attitude from earlier with his parents disappearing. He stood up from her bed and left with a huff, slamming the door. "Don't fucking text me." He yelled and the apartment door slammed again.

Rowan sighed again and shut her eyes. She honestly didn't care enough right now to deal with Carter and his antics. She was too tired. Their summer had been fun, but their relationship relied on sex and whenever Rowan didn't want to, he would get extremely mad and throw a fit. Rowan drifted into sleep without setting an alarm. It was only about 4:30.

——

When Rowan woke up, it was midnight. "Shit," She swore under her breath. She still had a LOT of stuff to do to prepare for classes and meeting with Dr. Montgomery tomorrow. On top of that, she probably wouldn't be able to sleep through the night. She sat up and looked around for her phone. When she turned it on she saw she had about 25 texts from Carter ranging from him being extremely angry to also saying he loved her and he was sorry. Rowan didn't want to deal with it. She plugged her phone into the charger and got up to finish dealing with her shit.

She was done prepping at 3am. And she had her first class at 9. She didn't have a car so she still had to walk to campus but she didn't live far. She was going to leave at 8 so she could pick up breakfast from the coffee stand. So in reality she needed to get up at 6:30 to shower. Rowan groaned thinking about everything and fell back in her bed. She set multiple alarms and fell back asleep.

At 6:30 sharp the alarm clock blared and she sprang out of bed, not wanting to be late. Her anxiety was always the worst on the first day. She actually had diagnosed anxiety and depression. She jumped into the shower to jolt herself awake. Mornings were always the hardest for Ro. She never wanted to get herself out of bed.

She let herself stay in the shower for 30 minutes and then get out and fully get ready. She dried her hair and put on some makeup. Her hair was generally pretty straight and currently was platinum blonde. She was a natural blonde but she liked it platinum best. She pulled on some ripped skinny jeans and a button up. It was 7:45 so she was good on time. She grabbed her vans and backpack and walked out the door, finally answering Carter. She simply just texted him, 'It's fine. See you after classes. R'

Before she shut the door, she yelled at her roommate, "Bye Ari!" Her best friend and roommate didn't have class till later but Rowan liked yelling at her start waking her up. Ari was even less of a morning person than Rowan.

Rowan made the trek to campus and to the coffee stand. She was in line, only kind of paying attention when it was her turn. "Hi, can I get a large double shot of espresso with cream and sugar? And then a bagel with butter?" The cashier nodded and she paid for her breakfast with her cash and change that was left from summer. She had a little bit of money from summer babysitting and knew she had to be careful about spending until the paychecks started rolling in.

Rowan turned on her foot to go wait for her order when she bumped into a very tall man, "Oh shit, I'm sorry." She said, dropping all her money on the floor, "Fuck." She had a major problem with swearing.

The man chuckled and bent down to help her pick up the money, "Don't worry about it, love." He had a thick british accent. He handed her the money and her heart skipped a beat. She realized she was staring and got a hold of herself.

"Thank you! Sorry again." She smiled and went over to wait for her coffee, slightly mortified. Rowan took out her phone to look down and texted Ari. 'I'm the biggest dumbass. I ran into this gorgeous man and dropped my fucking CHANGE at his feet and he picked it up for me and now I'm standing here looking like a fucking DORK'

She knew Ari wouldn't be awake yet, but it was a relief to tell someone even if they wouldn't read it till later.

The mysterious man walked over to wait next to Rowan and Rowan's heart was beating incredibly fast. How did someone have this effect on her? Carter sure didn't. "Rowan!" It snapped her out of her trance. She grabbed her order and awkwardly smiled at the man.

"Have a good day," The man said and Rowan nearly tripped.

"You too!" She said and ran off to try to avoid further embarrassing herself. "Jesus christ, get yourself together Rowan." She swore at herself and went to sit outside her class to eat.

Her first 4 classes went by quickly. She had biology, fiction & poetry, creative writing, and history all back to back. Then she had a break which overlapped with Ari. The two talked about Rowan's embarrassment of the day and Rowan saluted her and went to the class she was most excited about: Shakespeare's Greatest Works. It was taught by a new Professor.

She walked into class before it started and sat in the second row. She took out her notebook for that class and waited for class to start. On the dot of the hour, the door opened and Rowan gasped.

"Oh fuck me." She said a little bit too loudly. It caught the professor's attention and he smirked at her, giving her a little grin. It was the man from earlier.

"Alright class, I'm Professor Styles. Nice to meet you all." Rowan's heart nearly fell out of her chest.

[reynaruina]

3 & 31 for the little monsters stuff, then 15, 27, 35 for anything

3. Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from [LM AU] story/chapter?  Well I did not write much for the Little Monsters au, most if it was all written by @jkl-fff and I mostly added the art/did the asks. But for what I did write, I really like this scene: (It's part of a longer rant, and no, you get no context)

"Also, you don‘t get to decide where Dipper’s interest lies and what he decides to do with his body and his impulses. I don’t get to do that either, all I get to do when he comes to me saying in his incredibly adorable voice and extremely kissable face “Hey Bill, there’s a couple guys in my school I have the hots for, and I kinda would like to try and see if they wanna have some casual sex with me maybe? C-can I do that, are you ok with that?” is say “Baby, so long you all want it and you’re safe with it go FUCKING NUTS! You don’t need my permission, I am no boss of yours! All I’m here for is to love you, and make you happy, for as long as you let me!” "

31. What was the development process of [LM AU] like? 

Oh Jesus Christ, it was anything but smooth. I mean, it was kinda smoother than what I'm going thru w my current project but still, there was a lot of brainstorming back n fort with my co-writter about how to best handle the situations we were putting the characters on, and also had to keep cherry-picking the asks that best helped progress the story in the way we wanted...it wasn't easy. Worst part of it is that a lot of the worldbuilding and plans we hadm we talked about them on Tumblr chat back before either of us moved to Discord, forgot to cpy and save the ideas, and now it's impossible to scroll back up and find all of it...so once I'm done w my current Au and decide to go back to that, on top of finding a way to rebuild most of the story into a functioning blog that wn't get taken down yet again we're gonna have to replan everything. Not excited about all of that, tbh x.x

15. What is the fanfic you’ve written that you’re most proud of?  It usually happens to eb the last thing I wrote. Going back to old writings is hard sometimes for me, I keep seeing things I wish I changed and my enjoymed of it diminishes. Despite that, right now, my fave thing is probably this. It feels like it has the best structure of all my fics so far.

27. What time of day do you prefer to write?

Late at night, lying in bed, in my phone, right before sleep. Don't ask why, but it's when I can write my best.

35. Where’s your favorite place to write? 

Bed, but can't for long periods of time. I write while lying flat on my stomach and face to one side, and can't maintian that position for long before something starts to fall asleep, either a bodypart of my whole me.

[abarbaricyalp]

Idk if you are still taking prompts, but you know the vine two dudes chilling in a hot tub 5 feet apart cause they're not gay, and a girl quoting it in a park about two girls in the distance and one of them hearing and going "Actually I am gay" Like that scenario, only involving them fixing the boat? Maybe Sarah quoting it to give Sam shit when she thinks Bucky cant hear and Bucky goes "Wait, no I'm gay" or something, or just the general gist of that. Sorry if this us too specific, I've never sent anyone a prompt before :P

Hello Friend! Thank you so much for sending anything in at all! I know the vine you're talking about, but I couldn't find it on Youtube. (I did find a two day rabbit hole of old compilations though) This was also my first foray into writing Sarah as a fully fleshed character! I was excited to get the practice 'cause I had an idea bouncing around in my head about her and Bucky talking after he wakes up in the Wilson house. I kept her a little more like she had been in my other fics pre-show here. I so wish we got a little more of her!

Feel free, anyone, to send me Sambucky prompts!

The North American Superhero in a Domestic Situation

Sarah Wilson loved her brother deeply. The kind of soul crushing love that could only be formed through family, loss, and approximately four thousand brawls around the living room throughout their life. She looked up to her brother more than she could ever imagine looking up to anyone. Even when they were fighting or picking on each other, she couldn’t help but feel a swell in her chest when he came into her line of sight.

That didn’t mean she understood him. In fact, from the age of eight, watching her brother interact with the world had become her go-to pastime. Why did he have to roll every pea around the plate individually before eating them? Why did he and his friends spend seven years socking each other in the arm to prove friendship? Why did he talk to himself in the mirror, even when he knew Sarah or someone else was standing in the doorway?

Sam Wilson was just deeply weird. She had no idea how he had tricked the Avengers, a plethora of bad guys, and half of the media world into thinking he was remotely cool. She saw a news story once that had King T’Challa standing on a platform with Sam and the newscasters talked about how impressive Sam’s suit was. It was unnatural, the effect he had on people.

And in all her years, she never thought she’d see anyone weirder than Sam. But then James Barnes had showed up. It was like a complete reversal of Sam. Sarah was taken in for approximately three hours by his charm and face before she realized he too was deeply, deeply weird.

She justified sitting on the edge of the Paul and Darlene, watching her brother and James Barnes spar off about some dumb trivia fact, by deciding it was an anthropological expedition. The North American Superhero in a Domestic Situation. She watched Sam watch Barnes take a long pull off his beer. She watched Barnes kick his feet up near Sam’s legs and then draw them back quickly when a current jolted the boat. She watched Barnes’ fingers tap-tap-tap against the edge of the boat, inching closer to Sam’s shoulder before he chickened out and brought his hand back to his own lap. She watched Sam suggest Bucky take his jacket off, ‘unless you plan on sun blinding me with the robocop arm.’ She watched Sam look away when Barnes did shrug his jacket off.

When she was seventeen and Sam was fifteen, she had found Sam crying in his room, pillow pressed to his face to muffle the noise. They were at the age where going into each other’s rooms uninvited started international conflicts, but Sarah, who watched her brother intently, felt like she knew what was going on. So she let herself in through their Jack-and-Jill bathroom and shut the door behind her.

Sam didn’t stop crying, not even to yell at her to get out, so she sat on the end of his bed and rolled a baseball under her foot for a while. Finally, she’d said, “You don’t have to tell Mom and Dad, y’know.”

Sam had just about wailed and bit the corner of his pillow to stop himself.

“That’s gross, stop it,” Sarah ordered and pushed Sam’s shoulder back enough to yank his pillow free and then reached over to wipe the tears from his cheeks. “I should make you do the laundry this week so I know I’m not touching your snot germs,” she teased softly.

“How did you know?” Sam hiccuped out. Tears were still brimming at his eyes, but they didn’t fall.

“I’m your older sister. I made you. Like a doll. You think there’s something about you that I don’t know?” she joked. And when the tears did spill over his long lashes, she sighed and pulled him closer to her side. “I just know the way you interact with that boy from the basketball team ain’t just friendly.”

“Jesus, do you think he can tell?” Sam asked and she could hear the mortification in his voice.

“Sam, he’s a freshman in high school. The only thing he knows is that he’s scared of everything too. No one’s paying that much attention to you.”

“Screw you,” Sam muttered.

“What’re all these tears for you if you didn’t make a move and get shot down?”

“God, Sarah, can you not say things like that?”

“Watch your mouth,” Sarah warned with no heat in her voice. “Come on, tell me what’s wrong. I’m not leaving until you do.”

“I just…” Sam sat up and worked his jaw for a while. His chin dimpled and his eyes watered but he managed to control himself. “I’m scared, Sarah. I’m scared of never being in love. Of having to leave if I am. I’m scared to say something and I’m scared not to say something. I’m so scared of...losing any of it.”

“Sam,” Sarah sighed and pulled Sam into another hug. “You’re fifteen. You’re not supposed to be in love yet. You don’t have to think about any of that. You just have to focus on passing Geometry, alright? Mom’ll whoop your ass more for failing than anything else.”

“I have a B+, that’s not failing!” Sam snapped. He kept his face against her shoulder for a second long before he sat up and wiped his tears away. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“Who am I gonna tell? I told you, my friends don’t like you as much as you think they do.”

“Your friends like me more than they like you,” Sam shot back and he almost sounded normal.

Sarah smiled softly and patted Sam’s cheek. “I won’t tell Mom or Dad. Of course not. That’s for you to do. But--”

“I’m always going to tell them when you sneak out the window.”

“No! Sam! You can’t! You owe me now!”

“Going to field parties is not the same thing!” Sam said in a shriek as Sarah leaned over to pinch his sides. They grappled for a second before Sam managed to push Sarah off the bed.

“You owe me,” she reminded him as she walked back to the bathroom.

Sam wiped his eyes again and nodded. “Sure, Sarah. I do.”

Sam almost had the same look on his face now. Like there was something he wanted to reach for that he thought was too impossible to hold. The Older Sister Instinct to Antagonize into a Solution kicked in.

“Two bros, chilling on a boat, five feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay,” she sing-songed. Sam looked mortified again but masked his face into something more irritated with a roll of his eyes when Barnes looked over at him.

“Ignore her. It’s this old video--” Sam started.

But Bucky interrupted to say, “Actually I am gay,” as he looked back over at Sarah. “Sorry if I got your hopes up,” he added with a grin that really did get the hopes up.

“What?” Sam asked and Sarah, ever watchful, could see the beer bottle shaking in his hand.

“What?” Bucky repeated innocently.

“He said he’s gay,” Sarah clarified.

“Thank you, Sarah,” Sam ground out. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Bucky snorted. “When would I have said anything? ‘Sorry for ripping your wings off and kicking you off of a hellicarrier, by the way I’m gay.’?”

“You did what?” Sarah asked.

“‘Sorry for claiming I didn’t bomb the UN only to be reverted back to the assassin who would have done that and then fighting you again. By the way I’m gay.’ ‘Thanks for saving my life. Sorry about the giant undersea prison. By the way I’m gay.’ ‘There’s an imminent battle with weird ass space dogs that want to eat our faces. By the way I’m gay.’ ‘Sorry about Tony Stark, whose life I kind of ruined. Lovely funeral. By the way I’m gay.’ ‘I’m in the middle of being pissed at you about the Shield. By the way I’m gay.’ ‘Maybe don’t take me rolling through a field of flowers. It does things to me ‘cause I’m gay.’ ‘John Walker’s fucking insane. I’m gay, but definitely not for this bullshit.’ I mean, come on, Sam.”

“Flowers?” Sarah asked.

“Besides, why would you care? I don’t make it a habit of telling straight guys I’m into guys.”

“You don’t seem to make a habit of telling many people that,” Sarah pointed out. “I googled you. Nothing suggesting that came up.”

Bucky shrugged. “I’m a guy from the 30s. It was trained out of me.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Sarah said quickly. “Back up away from that because we’re not gonna try to Oppression Olympics our way through our histories. Did you just say Sam was straight?”

“Sarah!” Sam hissed.

“Sure. I mean, I saw him with Romanov. Hill. He has Tinder on his phone.”

“Samuel Thomas, you better not,” Sarah warned lightly. “You’re better than that.”

“He’s a lady-killer.”

Sarah snorted and had to bring her hand up to her face. “He definitely is not. There has been no lady-killing on his end for a long time.”

“Sarah!” Sam tried again.

“You explain it to him then. Mr. 30s is gonna need the long way round explanation.”

Sam sighed and dragged his hand over his face. “Dammit. Fine. I’m not straight either, alright? I’m...bi, or something. It’s been a while since I’ve had to think about it.”

“What?” Bucky asked, not unlike Sam had.

“He said he’s bisexual. Interested in both parties. Swings either way. Hit a homerun and then hasn’t really swung since.”

“Sarah, Jesus Christ,” Sam groaned.

“What?” Bucky asked again.

“I was engaged. To a man,” Sam said.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Bucky asked, clearly missing the irony.

“Oh, it was inconvenient for you but I had plenty of opportunities, huh?” Sam asked. “Ms. Tell-It-All over there wasn’t joking. I haven’t swung any direction in a while. Not since before I met Steve. My fiance died. And then it never came up.”

Bucky blinked at Sam. He kept bringing the bottle halfway up his body and then setting it back on his leg without ever taking a drink. “Fuck, Sam, I’m sorry,” Bucky said, which was not what Sarah was expecting and it clearly wasn’t what Sam was expecting because Sam finally moved closer to Bucky on the bench.

“What for? You didn’t do anything. This time.”

“Yeah, but if I’d known you were into me too, I woulda kissed you in Germany.”

“Oh, I am so not into you,” Sam denied. “And I wouldn’t have our first kiss ruined by immediately running into the government’s roving show monkey.”

“That’s the worst,” Bucky agreed and also finally moved over on the bench until they were pressed thigh to thigh. “Tell me how much you don’t like me again,” he challenged.

“I can’t stand you,” Sam answered and brought his hand up to Bucky’s jaw.

Sarah couldn’t fight down the grin that came to her face and turned to prop her feet on the pier, back to Sam and Bucky. Just this once, she didn’t need to watch her brother to understand him.

Read on AO3 here!

[imaginesofmtl]

Can I request the boys reactions to their girlfriend telling them that she's pregnant? I'm so excited to find a new dethklok blog! I love your work already ❣️

Thank you so much! Sorry again that this fill is so late. Hopefully you enjoy it!

Nathan just...stares. For a really long time. Like a really long time. He has to make the appropriate room for this information in his head, but once he’s done, he sort of blinks and returns to the moment. “Holy shit, you’re not kidding are you? Hoooooooly shit. I’m gonna be a dad? Fuck. Wow. Fuck.” He’s clearly excited about the idea but he’s in so much shock it probably won’t register with him properly until 3am when he remembers he should probably call his parents and tell them they’re going to have a grandkid.

Pickles goes bug-eyed. “Yer kiddin’! ...Yer naht kiddin’? Jesus Christ! We’re gonna be parents??” He puts out his joint, fans the smoke away, then cups his girlfriend’s face in his hands. “This is crazy! This is so fuckin’ crazy.” He kisses her. “Parents! Us!” And he kisses her again. He’s happy, but she can tell there’s this undercurrent of immediate stress.

Skwisgaar figured it was only a matter of time, so he’s not really that surprised when she finally tells him. He’s heard so many “I’m pregnant” speeches over the years, and his girlfriend seems to have that in the back of her mind when she very shyly and carefully informs him. He has to reassure her of how much he loves her and how committed he is, and to prove it, he has Charles find the paternity waiver she signed when they first met, and he tears it up in front of her. “How many times I gots to tells you? Ams wantings to bes withs yous. Ands our child.”

Toki lights up brighter than a firework. He can’t stop hugging her and kissing her and giggling. “Oh wowee!! Wowee!!!” He picks her up, gives her a twirl. More kisses! More hugs! He wants to know everything right away! “Whens the baby ams gonna gets here? How ams it gonna comes out?? What we gonna names it?? What you thinks its favorite color ams gonna be???”

Murderface kind of recoils a little at first. “Scheriouschly? Like, right now? You’re pregnant right now?” Slowly, he puts a curious hand on his girlfriend’s stomach. “Scho it’sch in there? Right now? You’re schure? Woah...” Later that night, when he thinks she’s asleep, he puts his ear to her stomach and listens. “Hey kiddo, what’sch up? I’m your dad...can you hear me in there?” And she falls asleep to the soft sound of Murderface whispering to their unborn child.

Charles, of course, had been planning this with his girlfriend for quite some time, so he assumed he would know what to expect when the announcement finally came. But when his girlfriend tells him, it hits him in a way he hadn’t foreseen. His eyes well up, he can barely get a word out. All he can manage is a little “that’s wonderful” before he’s overwhelmed and hugging her tight.

Magnus is, to put it mildly, terrified. This wasn’t exactly planned. He’d never thought of himself as father material, either. Furthest thing from it. He can’t possibly do this. And he’s old! He’s gonna be almost 70 by the time the stupid kid graduates high school (if they even graduate! what if they drop out because he’s such a horrible father??). He is near tears and doesn’t understand why his girlfriend isn’t freaking out with him, and she has to remind him that they’ve made it this far together. They can handle this too. Magnus is skeptical and still so scared...but god he loves her. That has to be worth something, right?