#they never tell us anythingggg

[restingbuchface]

https://t.co/jLhffrUoMf

Theres not much in there

typical :')

[simpforboywonder]

Is it tooo much to ask for reader to not have such a strong personality 🤨. SHES NOT MEEEEE if she’s doing a wholeeeee bunch of things I would never do. If the author had put “Original character” in the tags or told us guys I’m writing a self-insert or making a character. HOW MANY TIMES DO YOU HAVE TO DESCRIBE THIS SKINNY WHITE GIRL JUST TO TELL US IN THE COMMENTS THAT YOU TRUED TO MAKE IT NONDESCRIPT. Bc I hate to break it to you dear author. YOU FAILEDDD. And it would’ve succeeded if you said this was notttt a reader insert. I’m sorry guys I’m just genuinely tiredddd. We are reading reader-inserts because we want to put ourselvessss inside like come awnnnn now🤨. I have to do sooooo much mental brain work as of late having to compartmentalize every new character trait that the author has now appointed me. Alsoooo on that note NOT EVERY FAT GIRL IS INSECURE AND SELF- CONSCIOUS. Anyone and everyone can be insecure but why does EVERYYYYYY fat reader have to be insecure and just start dumping hate on their bodies. I would never hate on myself the way these authors be acting like we do and honestly THAAAAATS triggering. Imagine it’s 2 am, you thought you found this great chubby reader fanfic BUT NOOOOO the first 1k (out of 3k or something mind you😒) it’ll just be a whole bunch of degradation like ewwwww I’m not going from having my body randomly degraded and then some man having to convince me that I’m beautiful to sex is NOTTTTT THE VIBEEEEE. I love myself and every extra pound on me. And you know what I haaaate even more is when I point out that this is weirddddd and odd somebody pipes up with “then go write it yourself”. Skinny girls don’t have to go write it themselves yet the average size of an American woman is between 16-18. THAT IS NOTTTT A SKINNY WOMAN. At some point we gotta start being serious because anythingggg can be a book these days. Literally we got cow-fucking, monster and aliens and all that stuff YET I CANT GET A PLUS SIZE MC IN ANYTHINGGGGG. And if I dooooo it’s just a whole bunch of hatred, insecurity, and degradation the whoooole time. Bc we knowwww it isn’t a book with a fat MC without them being randomly bullied for their weight at least ONCE.

[fellow-anime-weeb927]

Request from: @misti-chan

This is an exchange post for the Abyss request I sent her!

-Margarette is a very interesting person, and will always pay attention to certain things or details. So when they first met you, their attention was immediately drawn to you

-due to how much they have thought about you but never got the chance to speak with you since they’re always busy, they could only create music, new melodies that remind them of you! Their only thoughts were about you. Their fingers glided across the piano, playing soothing melodies as they imagine a friendship with you

-when they finally have enough courage and time to speak with you, they quickly walked around to find you. When they did find you, you were chatting with some friends, but they noticed something was wrong deep down. As your friends left, they went up to you with a careful tone in their voice, asking if you needed anything like they assumed. You pretended everything was fine and didn’t wanna trouble them. They asked if you two can be friends, you were a bit shocked, asking them if they really wanted to be friends with you, so simply? Without a reason?? They nodded and asked again, wanting to get to know you more, you accepted. Thus the friendship began.

-as you both hung out more, they were starting to see you as an important someone, they couldn’t think of anything or anyone else because of you! One of your traits that made you stand out was how much you always try to make people feel comfortable. They honestly felt touched at the gesture and thus, falling for you more.

-they denied their feelings at first, very sure that they don’t fall in love or have a crush on you. But they can’t deny how you made their heart flutter and stomach have butterflies. They want more of the feeling, wanting to be closer to you all the time. Of course, they didn’t want to ruin the friendship either, so they kept it to themselves. To the point where they worry about being too late or early to confess so their thoughts are sometimes a mess😅

-as you two continue to be friends, they would look out for you since they noticed some people take advantage of your kindness. They would be silently eyeing at those people as a warning, if they don’t well…Margarette will have to use other methods.

-the friendship would slowly but steadily progress, you both really are caring for each other yet not willing to confess though…so the obvious hints are very noticeable to everyone around except you two. But they eventually confessed their feelings for you and you gladly accepted them! Official couple announcement!~ :D

-they would definitely be protective over you, not letting anything or anyone negative affect your feelings or your entire being! If they ever hear people (especially close ones) talking behind your back, they’ll definitely subtly hint at you or directly tell you. After that, they’ll personally confront those people to stop talking nonsense about you.

-overall, very sweet and caring to you, a bit protective but genuinely cares about you!✨❤️

A/n: I’m alive and I’m worried about school- too much difficult stuff to learn!! T-T (currently having writer’s block, not in the mood to write anythingggg) I think my whole life is a bit messy but I’ll sort things out to continue to write!

[bylertruther]

be honest. do you think the party knows will is gay?

[bbjimin-dududu]

For starters, I have no idea how to do this🤩-

Anyways ajkdsjkd it was such an eventful year! There have been times when I plainly wanted to punch everyone out of existence, there have been moments when the world seemed to beautiful to let go. ;-; All i want to say is, I don't think I'd have made this far in a decent state of mind without this blog. Without all my followers and mutuals and everyone and everything lovely that exists on this hellsite. It's been over one year, ever since I first got this blog, but the friends, creations and memories that I have found here, are simply timeless.

This isn't a milestone celebration or a follow forever. It's a let's-welcome-2022-but-also-mutual-appreciation-post.

Wishing that everyone had a delightful Christmas, and now, I hope all of you could bid 2021 a much needed💀 goodbye, and look forward to a better, kinder, softer 2022. Trust me, the coming year will go just as fast as 2021 did. But hopefully, it'll treat you well. I hope, that anyone who's reading this, knows that you have never been alone. You've always been loved, and I pray that there should be so many amazing things waiting for all of us in 2022. Given the current situation, please do take utmost care of yourselves and let's all wait for the day when we're finally a step closer to being together, in all aspects. Love you guys 3000!💞💞💞

Let me *stands on a podium* start with my personal ramblings now<3

@intokook : ivy my beloved, bestest bestie award goes to you😔😔 i haveN'T KNOWN A MOMENT OF PEACE SINCE I GOT TO KNOW YOU BIT- anyways😔 thank you so much for allll the ramblings in the google doc, for random convos about anything at all, for caring about me every chance that you could, and simply just for being there. never leave this hellsite without telling me or you'll have a parcel called pristine at your doorstep, i love you💕💕

@taechnological : sae!!! you're that one chaotic friend that everyone secretly wants to befriend you know?🥺 your threads and your energy is really something that I endlessly love!! thank you so much for always matching my vibe, and here's to soooo many more crackheaded moments together, i love you💕💕

@gimbapchefs : nat :( i've always adored you from afar, even before we became moots, i just adore you sm :( you're like a soft marshmallow :( thank you for being there for my nutty self and for every other interaction that we've had! you're super cute :( i love you💕💕

@kimtaegis : annie!! i feel like a little fangirl blushing about whenever i interact with you💀 being friends w you is such an honour you don't even know!!! if you ever wanna talk about anythingggg please do hmu :( thank you so much for all the interactions we've had, and i def await so much more, i love you💕💕

@euphhorias : Liv omg😭 we started talking a LOT recently, and i really really couldn't be happier :( you're the elder version of me as i've already said and!! i'll always use the jikook line on you🥺 thank you for making me feel soft, loved and cared for all the freaking time, i love you💕💕

@blonghoonie : Rainie my beloved :( words leave me when it comes you :( you're so so full of love, for everyone, it just makes me so warm inside whenever i see you on my dash, whenever we're talking or spamming asks to each other💀 thank you for loving Pimin so much with me :( please know that i'm always here for you, i love you💕💕

@gentleyoon : Emily! We interact sometimes, but I just want to take this chance to tell you that I absolutely adore you and your presence on my dash! Everything about you screams gentle and loving :( please always be super lovely like this, there couldn't be a more lovelier version of you, i love you💕💕

@minieggukie : Kris hahsjhsk even as i type this, I'm instantly reminded of so many moments of Jimin, that I kinda associate w you :') thank you so much for the lovely set that you made for me on my bday, i still go back to it sm :((( and thank you posting that pic of jimin which i shall continue to reblog for the rest of my life😭😭 thank you for alllll the interactions we've had, you're amazing, i love you💕💕

@bluejaem : Aditi miss ma'am WE HAVE TO INTERACT MORE AND CAUSE CHAOS ON HELLSITE.COM PLEASE :') thank you so much for every other interaction that we've had! def loving jaemin hours 24/7 for you and loving jimin hours 24/7 for me, but let's spare a teeny tiny minute for each other🥴 please always take care of yourself, i love you💕💕

@daech-witless : Parker my boi :( One of my first first friends here!!! Lately I've been kinda busy, so haven't found much time to catch up with you🥺 i hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself🥺 thank you so much for always lifting my mood with your sweet asks, you're the bestie #1💀, i love you💕💕

@i4taee : Pepper my babieeeee!!! Idk what to say, I just fully wholly adore you to bits and pieces and atoms!!! You're an absolute sweetheart, always going about and taking care of people! Bless your loving heart, I'm so so so damn glad to have found you here! Please always spread love this way, and spare lots of it for yourself too!! I love you💕💕

@cherryvmin : Keerthana :(((((( the taehyung to my jimin truly :(((( thank you so much for being such a strong support at any given time, thank you so so much for all the moments we've shared. i wish only the best for you, you're an amazing person and you deserve soooooooooo much!!! I love you💕💕

@stayjimin : Luna!!! For the 3489573985th I miss you!!!!!! You're hug-shaped :( I just cannot ever stop loving you :(( you remind me of jimin more than anyone else :((( i hope you're taking good care of yourself, and i hope that we can interact so much more!! I love you💕💕

@megmargaretmarch : Meg... you're not here lately, but please know that whenever you're back, I'll be waiting just with open arms for you to come and give me a hug :( I reallllllly miss all the chaotic interactions that we had early in the year, and I hope we could go back to it soon. Thank you for making me feel loved when I was lonely. I love you💕💕

@hello-yav : Thanking heavens you decided to send me that anon ask Yav. Else I'd never have the privilege of meeting such a beautiful soul as you. Please always know that you're loved okay? I'm always always here for you. I love you💕💕

@hendeurigf : Lacey! For one, I'm glad I decided to take the step of sending anons to you. IgnorING THE FACT THAT I REVEALED MY IDENTITY accidentally ._. it's been an absolutely amazing thing knowing you :( You're a really sweet person, and you deserve so so many good things. I hope 2022 brings you far more love than 2021, and I hope you can focus on the positive things in life and learn to love yourself. Till then, I'm here for you and I love you💕💕

@diorkoo : Ash!!! I adore you so much!!!!!!! You're one of my strongest supports, always there to cheer for me when things take a shit turn. Please see how self-less you are, it's such a rare and wonderful thing to see!! You don't even know how grateful I am for you :( Please be kinder to yourself, I love you💕💕

@loveonthefloormp3 : Wifey #1 James😔💍 Let's just get married and adopt a cat eh?💀 Then we'll collectively fangirl over Ryujin and Yeji- anyways, thank you for always making my day by mentioning me in cat posts, soft posts, and anything really! Just makes me everything to know that you've thought of me :(( Please maintain touch with me for a loooooooong time, I love you💕💕

@jimeanour : Manny my fellow jm enthusiast🤠 we recently started interacting, buT BUT BUT i feel i can relate to you soooo much in soooooooo many different things!! I'm damn glad we match each other's vibe and I hope to get even more close in the coming year! I love you💕💕

@noceurrealm : âme my love :( you're the most adorable, fluffiest, goofiest little ball of sunshine ever!!! For one, I love talking to you and even if it's just rambling, I'd leave everything to just come to talk to you :((((( Please be kinder to yourself, I love you💕💕

@softhaeshine : Mimi!!!!! Marry me- 🥴 Libra-Sag energy high in the house hasdfkjs I'm so so damn glad that I've found you here! I really want to never ever stop talking to you :( you're an amazing person with such a pretty heart, so full of love, I don't see why anyone would not fall in love w you!!!! Let's interact so much more in the coming year!! I love you💕💕

@imdamnconfused : Kikiiiiiiiii my beloved angel darling lovely sis!!!!!! Let us meet some day PLEASE so I can give you the tightest hug ever!!!! You're one whom I can always always count on, no matter what :( Please always stay goofy like this, sending soooooooo many hugs your way!! I love you💕💕

@liza-empress-of-emojis : Liza!! you give off such positive vibes all the time :( I'm very very proud of you, despite all the hardships in your life, you're still fighting your way through life, and trust me, I respect that so damn much.🦋 Please always take care of yourself and spread love and never change! I love you💕💕

@ackergrr : have to agree I really really missed your memes when you were gone😭 I'm really glad that you're back and continuing with the same cursed head-assery and I'm more than willing to join you<3333 Thank you for leaving me with a light heart and smiles all the time, I love you💕💕

@avizou : Awi!!!!!! I have so much love for you and i'm sorry i don't quite get a chance to show it :( You're elder than me, but you never ever make me feel different in any way. I have so much admiration for you and the amazing things that you post!!! I really hope the universe sends 10x the love to you that you give out, I love you💕💕

@starryjongseong : Oi Pranaya my lil sis ;-; taking this chance to say that I've not found much time to talk to you as of late :( I hope you're doing fine and please know that you're one of the cutest bubbiest sweetest people I know!! I'm always gonna be here if you need to talk, I love you💕💕

@jieunssi : Amal :( It's been a looooong time since we've been moots, and I must agree it's been so lovely knowing you, and interacting with you!! I don't think I've mentioned, but you're quite elder to me, so I look up to you a lot! You're so soft and loving inside-out, I love you💕💕

@parkdiaries-main-deactivated202 : Chae. I'll wait for you for as long as this hellsite exists. I found so much in you. The Chandler to my Joey, the toast to my butter. I love you so damn much. And I miss you so much. I don't know if you've returned and can simply not find me because of my url change, or if you've still not come, but either ways I'll wait. I'll wait for you to return so that I can be your significant bother once again. I'm praying that everything is well w you, I love you💕💕

@thatredwine : Erl!!! It's been next-level amazing being moots w you!! Every single interaction that we've had so far is just so hfdjakhdafsd and screams chaos :') I hope to have so many such amazing moments with you in the coming year! Please remain healthy and happy genuinely, I love you💕💕

@lost-leopard-beanie : Emma darling🥺🥺 you dshjsddsj idk what to say!!! you're so damn sweet and cute and precious and I just want to wrap you in bubble-wrap and keep you for myself and take care of you🥺🥺🥺 please always be confident about what you do, and know that you're loved!! I love you💕💕

@min-boongie : Réka🥺 I relate to you in so many different things, you wouldn't even know :( Who Yoongi is to you, Jimin is to me. Every time you're just mushy rambling about yoon I cannot help but think that it's exactly the way I cry over jimin :( and it gives me so much reassurance to know, that there are soft beloved souls like you on this planet :( I hope you're able to fulfill your priorities in life and that you get the love that you deserve in 2022. I love you💕💕

@yuniixoxo : Yuni!!!! You're the sweetest sweetest sweetesttttttttt person around!! You never fail to put a smile on my face, and I simply cherish you soooooooooooooo much for that!! Thank you for existing, and for being you, I hope you get sooooo much love in 2022! I love you💕💕

@jaefmin : Vidhi/Ara :') I don't think you know, but you're super super cute and always carry around an enthusiastic vibe around you!! I'm so glad to have befriended you here, and I hope that we can get closer in the coming year! I love you💕💕

@stray-kiss : Maluuuu bestie we gotta interact more😔😔 I hope everything's been well with you and I hope you're taking care of yourself :(( you're always so nice and kind to me, thank you so much for every interaction that we've had :(( I love you💕💕

@pyxisadamo : Joy🥺🥺 I get kinda emotional when it's about you idk dhjsjhsd you've been treating me so carefully, showering so much love upon me, I really couldn't be happier :( I'm so so thankful for you, for everything and I really hope that 2022 brings love and happiness to you :(( I hope we can interact more in a few years, anddd I love you💕💕

@pjmsdior : Isabella!!!!! Sweetest person on this planet!!!!!!! You never ever fail to bring happiness to anyone! If there's anyone on this site who's the kindest person I've met, it's literally you. You're no lesser than an angel, you've got so much love to give out and you always place everyone above you. I hope that the universe is always kind to you and I'm sending you the most gigantic jimin-hug ever to thank you for everything!! I love you💕💕

@hobeah : Niki!!! You're a sweetheart is all I can manage to say because!!!!! I adore you sooooooooooooooo much!!! I still remember how madly happy I was when we became moots :( Thank you so so much for being you, for being so lovely, for everything!!!! I love you💕💕

@marvelousbangtan : Crystal<3 I can understand that life is being really hard on you right now. So I'm praying that the universe brings you better things in 2022 and lots of strength to heal from what you're going through. I promise you'll be fine real soon, please take care of yourself, I love you💕💕

@serotaejin : Literally gives me a serotonin rush whenever i interact with you why!!!🥴🦋 You're a reallly sweet amazing nice polite lovely etc etc etc person and I just have sooooooo much love for you!! Thank you for much for being moots w me and loving me i'm so damn grateful :(((( I love you💕💕

@cosyserendipity : Sonja :(( you're such a beautiful and warm person, inside out! All little interactions, sweet asks and mentions and just you being there for me is something that I cherish very very very dearly :( I hope you have an amazinggggggg year ahead, I love you💕💕

@userjiminie : Rafa!!! By god I'm so so thankful to you for alllll the amazing jikook content that you serve! Like I couldn't be more jealous of them😵- hehe dshkjdsf anyways thank you so much for your amazing presence and just always know that you're beloved okay??? I love you💕💕

@marethetic : Mare :(( Idk when you'll see this, but whenever you do, please know that I cherish you so so so damn much. You're my first first real friend online EVER and I'm so damn glad that I decided to post on weverse that day. You replied, we became close, exchanged numbers dude!!! We have to meet one day for I want to give you the tightest hug everrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Thank you for everything, for listening to my ramblings and for always supporting me! You make me feel safe and loved. I hope you have an amazing year ahead!! I love you💕💕

@kithtaehyung : Ryen!!! I'm just so much in awe of you all the damn time!!!!!!! Thank you for the amazing creations that you put out, thank you for supporting my creations and just generally thank you for being such a wonderful person!!! Looking forward to interacting this year!!! I love you💕💕

@psycho-mocha : [extremely late mention because i'm a shithead] Mocha!!!!! I LOVE LOVE LOVE talking to you :(((( it makes me so damn happy to see your messages in my dms every once in a while, and the random topics that we ramble about- *ahem* anyways, dear light of my life, always keep shining like a pretty little light, and i hope this year treats you just as well!!!! I love you💕💕

Lovingly yours,

Pristine💌

[littlepadika]

Ohhh I'm a goner for Professor Pike! Based on this Ask could you please tell me about the end of the semester? Finals are almost done, and the last exam she needs to sit for is Art History. After this, the semester is officially over and she's ready to graduate.

She sits in the front row, wearing a skirt cut high and a top cut low, and all Marcus can think about during the 3-hour exam is taking her home and giving in to the overwhelming temptation of the past couple of months...

I'm gone DEAD AND GONE! I didn't have any ideas until you planted these gorgeous ones thank u 💞 at this point I would do anything for Professor Markie. ANYTHINGGGG

Warnings: Fluff attack, student x professor, mention of family death/homelessness, PIV smut, innocence kink.

Professor Marcus Part 2

source: fuckyeahmarcuspike

"See you later." Marcus winked before heading out to class. He looked adorable today in his baby blue button down and leather messenger bag. Of course he always looked incredible, but as the weather had gotten warmer he was tan and more exposed.

Today was the final exam for his class and your last exam of your entire college career. You couldn't help but feel anxious about it. Not the exam, you knew your stuff. Anxious about graduating and what that could mean for you and Marcus. He asked if you had family coming to the ceremony, to which you had to awkwardly tell him you didn't. Not since your mom died. Marcus was your family now.

You applied to jobs around the country in your field and outside of it. You were excited to leave the survival mode of the past two years behind you. However, your heart ached when you thought of leaving Marcus. Would you go back to living in your car and lusting for your professor? It's what you used to do before living with him. Maybe the memories would lose their sparkle and you'd mistake it for a dream. Impossible. You'd never forget him.

You had probably deluded yourself into thinking this, but it seemed he loved your company as much as you loved his. It would be silly to make a decision that led you both to be lonely, wouldn't it? Yet you wondered if you weren't around that Marcus would be dating or doing something else with his time besides worrying about you. You had seen his longing glances at families in the park nearby. It was almost annoying sometimes because you wanted to shout at him, "I'm right here." You were more than willing to give him all of that and more.

You gathered your things and left the house shortly after him. It was already warm out. You shed your sweater, to show off the new sun dress you bought last week. It was a splurge item and you were saving it for this day specifically. Your last day. But also when you would see Marcus.

When you walked into the lecture hall, Marcus was already in the front organizing the green exam booklets for the in class essays. His lips were moving silently as he counted each stack. He always talked to himself when he concentrated, another adorable thing about him. You smiled shyly and waved when he looked up. He winked back at you, following your form with his eyes as you took your seat.

You got your pencil and eraser set out on the desk, waiting to begin. You frowned as a couple students were bugging Marcus, obviously flirting with him. Who wouldn't? Marcus had tons of women and men to choose from. You glared down at your desk. That's when you noticed a little blue sticky note on the top right corner. Good luck :)

The cramped handwriting was unmistakable.

The class fell silent as the exams went out. Marcus handed you your green book last, lingering on the exchange.

"Good luck." He whispered. You noticed his eyes sweep down your chest, lips parting slightly. You beamed up at him, an excited flutter in the pit of your stomach. He noticed! Marcus cleared his throat and stepped away, the tips of his ears visibly red. Suddenly it was very hard for you to concentrate on the task at hand.

Marcus dove behind his desk, hiding his growing erection. That dress. That damn dress. He wracked his brain trying to remember other outfits you wore. Never anything that feminine and revealing. It was torture. Marcus watched you scribble away in your exam book, no doubt writing incredibly cogent and insightful ideas while his thoughts were all filth. He wanted to march over there and finally have his way with you. Tell you had long he had wanted you.

His lust was so loud in his head he blushed and look around like someone could hear. How many times in the shower he's paused to make sure you weren't listening to him jack off to the thought of you? Now he was in a room full of people and he was losing his grip. He couldn't stop the fantasy. Not when your tits were spilling out of your dress and that little skirt was slipping up your thighs as you shifted in your seat. Not when he could easily push you down onto the desk and lift that skirt up and just- thrust into your hot pussy.

Takin' my cock so well, baby girl.

"Shit." He mumbled. You were looking at him. You blushed and looked away when he smiled back innocently. What were you doing- did you somehow read his thoughts? Maybe you were having them too.

Oh, sweetheart. Come here and let me put you out of your misery...

Fuck- you'd palm him through his pants with wide eyes, called by some innate drive. He would show you a pleasure only he could give. Then you would never leave... that was a heady thought.

He jumped out of his skin when the timer for the exam went off. Most people had left, dropping their exams in the basket up front. He hardly noticed. He was still thinking of you and now you were standing in front of him.

"All done!"

"G-good." He blinked up at you trying to wipe his mind.

"Are you going home? I mean- back to the apartment?"

He smiled when you said the word home.

"Uh- yeah. I mean no. I'm going to grade these and then uh- yeah." He glued his eyes to your eyes, trying not to look down.

"Okay." You held back a chuckle at how flustered he was. You thought of staying and pushing him a little but instead you said, "my friend wanted to get coffee so... I'll see you later?"

"Sure. Oh and congrats. You're done with college!" Marcus cheered. Marcus remembered what he had planned for you. He needed to get his body under control so he could get things set up for when you got home. Home. He smiled to himself.

When you got home, your jaw dropped. A dozen gold balloons were floating all over the living room with the words "Congrats Grad" written on them. On the kitchen table there was a huge bouquet of flowers and a teddy bear with a graduation cap on.

"Marcus- what... oh my god!" You blinked back tears. You dumped your bag and ran into the living room where he was standing with his hands clasped behind his back nervously. You were at a loss for words. How did you get so lucky to have this man in your life?

"Too much?" He laughed sheepishly at your shocked face. "I just wanted to celebrate you. Last day and all."

"This is the sweetest thing!" You rushed towards him, hugging him tightly. "I don't even know what to say. Thank you. Thank you!"

"Of course, sweetheart. You worked hard. You deserve to be appreciated." Marcus smiled wrapping his arms around you. "Aaaand I already graded your final!"

"So how did I do...?" You stood up on your tiptoes.

"Perfect as always." Marcus laughed. His eyes flickered from your bright eyes to your big smile and back. "You're done. You did it!"

"Yay! I couldn't have done it without you, Marcus. I couldn't have. After mom I thought-You-" You were getting weepy again. You tightened your hands around his shirt, wrinkling it beneath your grip.

Marcus shushed you gently. "I have no doubt you could have done this all on your own. You're the strongest person I know. I'm just glad that you didn't have to. That I got to be a part of it."

"Me, too." You whispered. You stared up at him greedily. Joy snuffing out your self consciousness. His eyes were warm and soft with affection, pink lips slightly parted. He stroked your face with his thumbs, wiping away your tears.

"No tears." Marcus breathed though he felt his own eyes grow hazy.

"They're ha-happy tears." You hiccuped before laughing weakly. You leaned your cheek into his touch, reveling in the warm spotlight of his attention. "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me."

"I think you have it reversed." Marcus laughed weakly. This was one of the last things he would be able to do for you if you went away. His hands dropped from your face.

"Marcus..." You frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He stepped back a little causing you to frown deeper. "I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. I feel- I'll be honest I don't want to see you go." His voice tightened at the end and he averts his gaze. Trying to find composure. He had told himself he wouldn't say it. He wouldn't guilt you into leaving. It's what you should do.

"I don't want to go." You replied, stepping back into his space, the warm halo that followed him around. You found the courage to speak was already there, brought forth by all his loving attention. "I want to stay with you."

His head snapped up, a hopeful smile on his face which was short lived. "You can't say things like that unless you mean it. I'm-I've had my heart broken too many times to ever-"

"Marcus." You silenced him, taking his hands in yours. "I meant it. I-I love you. I've been trying not to blurt it out for the past month. And it's not because you're my knight in shining armor or because you're my professor. It's- it's-" You lost your footing as Marcus reached for you, cradling your head in his hands and kissing you. His lips were perfect; warm and firm against yours.

"I've been trying not to say it too." He mumbled, eyes closed in reverence. "I love you, sweetheart. Having you in my life has been... everything. You don't even know. Before this I was-god I want-" He exhaled harshly, blowing warm air against your face.

"What? What do you want?" You implored pressing into him further. Marcus groaned, his erection suddenly returning with a vengeance at the feel of your soft body against his. That damn little dress you were in, barely covering your warm skin. He tentatively laced a finger through the spaghetti strap before pulling it down your shoulder. He admired the smooth skin below.

"Marcus?" You gasped when he placed a wet kiss along your collarbone and across your exposed shoulder. He pushed down the other strap. He paused listening to your shallow breathing. "Don't stop." You begged, carding your fingers through his soft brown hair.

"This dress has been teasing me all day." He groaned, pulling more of the thin fabric down your chest over your bra.

"I- I wore it just for you." You whimpered as he kissed down your sternum.

"Yeah? Made me so fucking hard during the exam. Wanted to fuck you." Marcus confessed.

"Me- me too... even before I moved in. In your office- fuck-" Marcus popped back up, his hair mused and standing on end, eyes dark with desire.

"Dirty girl. Thinkin' about her professor like that." He tutted.

"And you were fantasizing about a student. You know that's highly unethical." You teased. He kissed you again, slowly pushing you back to the couch. You undid his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. He unclipped your bra, tossing it behind him. He did this all for you. The balloons, the note, the cooking, the encouragement. Your whole body was open to him.

"You're not my student anymore, baby. But we can still play if you want... make up for lost time." He sucked just below your ear, muttering that filthy idea. "I fucked myself every morning because of you, sweetheart." Marcus muttered. "Thought you'd hear me in the shower cumming for you."

"God Marcus... you should have asked me to help." You moaned thinking of him jerking himself off in the shower while you were in your room across the hall.

Once you were on your back, Marcus slid his hands up your thighs, your skirt bunching along his wrist until he pushed it all the way to your waist. His calloused hands made your inner thigh break out in goose bumps. He stared greedily at your lacy underwear, slightly off center, revealing some of your wet pussy.

"Marcus please don't tease me. Not right now. I need you." You sat up pulling him down on you and crossing your legs behind his back. "I need you inside me. I've waited so long. Please."

"I know." His gaze momentarily softened. "I'll never make you wait again. You're my girl."

You gulped. Marcus was serious. He pushed your panties to the side, toying with your clit now. He kissed you sweetly, tasting your mouth as he shucked down his pants. You swallowed harshly as his cock bobbed between his legs. Of course his cock was as perfect as he was, pointing straight and neatly trimmed. He was big. Bigger than anyone you had before but you felt no discomfort as he sunk into you.

As Marcus fucked you, he tried to memorize how you felt in his arms. Not because it was goodbye but because it was the start of a new chapter. When his thrusts became rougher he finally let his self consciousness go. When he came buried inside you he whispered promises into your skin. Promises of marriage, family, and vacations to foreign art museums, but most importantly a lifetime of happiness.

When you walked across that graduation stage Marcus had the honor of handing you your diploma. He gave you a big hug and a wink. There would be more time in private to celebrate. Perhaps in his office over a glass of champagne.

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Plzzz for the love of god I need more bully Bakugo

Prelude - here have some food. Part 1

Pairing - Bully Bakugou X Reader

Warnings - NSFW, degradation, spanking, noncon, dub con, all the cons. Dead dove.

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/4VezGgvwNY3mtTbAEkmRMY?si=NxDxEMfERc-3flSDuq8kpQ

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“You’re such a fucking tease.”

Another slap to your ass, and you’re sure that if Bakugou’s hand wasn’t covering your mouth, you’d be wailing so loud that it could be heard across campus.

You’d been avoiding him after that weekend, after he’d tied you down and edged you for hours, laughing at you, occasionally pulling the vibrating dildo out of you just so he could push his cock into you, make you gush around his length. It had been torture, and scarring, and traumatizing, and you couldn’t even think about going to class for the first few days after he had sent you out of his dorm with a smack on the cheek and a “See you around, little bitch.”

There had been no way you were going to the classes you had with Bakugou. You were avoiding him like the plague, blowing off those classes, only creeping out of your dorm when you absolutely had to.

But you couldn’t avoid him forever, and he had told you as such when he grabbed you, shoving you sideways and into a family bathroom as you walked to one of your classes, head held low, feet hurrying.

“I can’t fucking believe you.” The blonde slapped your ass again, the flesh already raw and bruised. “I have the best weekend of my entire life, and then you fuck off and hide. “

Bakugou had you bent over at the sink, face half-squished against the dirty mirror, his hand clamped over your mouth, the other hand abusing your ass. You had been wearing sweatpants, but they were somewhere by the door, thrown there along with your underwear.

“Keep crying bitch,  you know it just turns me on.” Bakugou chuckled darkly, noticing your tearstained face in the mirror.  “Fuck, you look good like that. You’re so pretty, you made me do this.”

He was so volatile, mood unsteady and often changing for the worse. You couldn’t keep up, just openly sob into his hand.

“How does that make you feel, huh?” He asked, and if you weren’t about to be actively raped, you might’ve laughed. He sounded like a therapist, a fucked-in-the-head, psycho-the-rapist type thing. 

“Knowing that I wouldn’t be doing this if you weren’t such a pretty little cocksucker. If you weren’t so weak and pathetic, you could fight back. You could even tell someone.” Bakugou laughed again, voice rasping in your ear “But you never do. I bet you secretly enjoy this shit, huh - want someone to fuck you up and make you their little bitch?”

You shake your head, or, at least try to, but Bakugou doesn’t let you. He’s keeping your legs spread with his feet inside of yours, his crotch now pressed against your burning ass, his hand wrapped around your hip to slap quickly at your pussy.

“Yeah, you’re a sick littler fucker, I knew from the second I saw you. Looked like a bitchy little slut, only good for keeping a cock warm. This is all your fault, stupid whore.”

Logically, you knew that what he was saying wasn’t true. This wasn’t your fault, bakugou was just a rapist, a horrible man, this wasn’t your fault at all. But some nasty little part of you reared back at that statement, whispering that maybe it was.

Maybe you had encouraged him by excusing his behavior at first, when the man had first started pushing you around. Maybe it was because you had worn something a bit too revealing, or had done something suggestive while he was looking? You didn’t know what you had done to catch his attention, but you wished on everything holy (and everything unholy too) that you hadn’t. 

You jerked away from his touch as he began groping at your cunt, palming over your mound, slipping his fingers through your pussy lips roughly. Your movements only served to push you back into his crotch, and Bakugou rutted forward, trapping you between his fingers and his cock.

“Tch, you’re a piece of work. Crying like that, almost fuckin’ pissin’ yourself like a little girl. Can’t believe I actually fucking like you.”

All movement stopped. 

Wait, did Bakugou just say he liked you?

Before you had time to even consider that thought (why would he do any of this if he liked you?), Bakugou was swearing, retracting the hand molesting your pussy so he could work on unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans, pulling his cock free.

He was having trouble trying to achieve all of that one-handed, so he leaned forward, hissing a threat into your ear before taking his other hand away from your mouth. The second he did that, you sucked in a real breath, nose too stuffy with snot and mucus to be able to take in much oxygen.

“B-bakugou, ple-please... “

“Ple-ple-please what?” He cooed sweetly, mocking you as he worked his cock free of his boxers.

“I don’t wanna do - I don’t want to, I don’t wanna do-“

“I don’t fuckin’ care, ain’t that clear? But keep beggin’, I like that shit.”

His cock was pushing through your folds now, hips roughly rocking you forward against the sink, which you grabbed onto the edges to steady yourself. 

“No, no no no no, no, no-“ you sobbed, unable to say much else. You couldn’t do this, it was too much! His cocked was nudging against your clit on each thrust, and it was sending shocks of pleasure into your belly, making it draw tight. You felt disgusted with yourself.

Bakugou’s hands were on your hips, fingers digging into your skin as his hips worked his cock against you. He was grunting softly, breathing heavily already. And his cock was so hot pressing against your flesh,  and you could feel his precum getting smeared everywhere down there, it was so dirty, you wanted to throw up. 

The family bathroom was dirty too; it smelled weird, and  the mirror had smudges and what looked like a lipstick stain on the bottom edge. There was some kind of crusty buildup around the sink drain, not to mention the discoloration around the toilet. 

The state of the bathroom reflected how you felt inside - tainted, disgusting, used.

“Mmh, You gonna cry harder if I put it in?” Bakugou had his hand wrapped around his cock, tapping it upwards against your pussy, laughing as her flinched with each messy slap.

The man didn’t actually care about getting an answer, or maybe the way you burst into another round of tears was enough of an answer for him. He was leaning forward, draping his weight across your back, pushing his mouth right up against your ear.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna pound your little hole, and you’re gonna watch every second of it in that mirror, understand?”

You looked up at your reflection in the mirror, puffy eyes, puffy lips, top askew, bottom half bare. You tried to pretend that you couldn’t see Bakugou’s cock starting to slide through your folds again. You couldn’t stand this, couldn’t look, so you closed your eyes, bowing your head.

“Ah, ah, ah babe - if you don’t look-“  You heard the sound of the impact before you felt it. But when your bruised ass registered the hit, you screeched, almost crumbling atop the sink. It hurt so much, oh god, it hurt. “-that’s gonna happen. So I suggest you open your fucking eyes, and watch.”

Blearily, you opened your eyes, staring numbly at yourself in the mirror.

Bakugou grabbed a handful of your ass, kneading it roughly before spreading your cheeks apart, hand guiding his cock to line up with your entrance. It felt so awful, all of it. There was pain, and shame, and disgust, and you were mortified that the little candle of pleasure in your stomach was turning into a bonfire. At least Bakugou wasn’t a savage, or at least not interested in seeing you bleed (this time, he’d kneed you in the face once when you tried to refuse to suck his dick and given you a nosebleed) because he went slow. Well, as slow as a guy like him could go.

It was still entirely too fast, the way he entered you, pushing his hips forward easily and filling you up in one rough thrust. 

You watched from the mirror, legs spread apart far enough that you could easily see when Bakugou was balls deep, his hip bones jutting against your ass. Your poor ass, you don’t think you’d be able to sit for a while after this.

The man paused when he bottomed out, breathing heavily, chuckling almost maniacally as he made eye contact with you through the dirty mirror.

“Fucking shit, you’re so goddamn tight. Mmh-“ he jostled his hips, his cock rubbing against your walls deliciously “-So wet too. You’re such a fucking slut, bet you’d gag on any dick you could find.”

You shook your head “No-no, I don’ - don’ do that!”  You wept, but any further argument you were about to make was cut off by Bakugou pulling out, then thrusting into you as deep as he could.

Eyes still focused on where his cock was forcing you open, your jaw relaxed, and you struggled to keep your eyes open. You hated it, you hated it so much, but Bakugou was good at this. He was ramming into you, not fast, not slow, but hard and deep. Every few strokes he would shimmy his hips, and his cockhead hit something inside of you, something that made your legs weak and your pulse jump.

An excruciating pain bloomed across your ass, and your eyes snapped open - when had you closed them? You caught Bakugou’s gaze, and shivered. He was sweating, brows furrowed, intensely focused on watching your face in the mirror. 

The intensity he was exhibiting scared you, honestly. Of course, Bakugou was pretty much always intense in everything he did, from playing football to studying (you’d seen him once in the library, hunched over his books with a scowl that could wilt weeds), but you’d never seen him look at something, at someone, like that.

He noticed you looking back at him, which made his cheeks color, and then another slap was delivered to your ass, and you yelped, jolting forward from the pain.

“Ba-akugo! I didn’ - please, I didn’t do anythingggg.” You openly wept. 

You were ignored, Bakugou choosing to pound you harder rather than respond.

  “Fucking look at yourself, damn. You’re nothing more than a stupid cockslut, a little whore. No one’s ever gonna want you, you’re absolutely worthless.” He spat, threading a hand through your hair, pulling your head back. You had to follow his hand or else he’d rip your hair out, an unspoken threat, so you did, until your back was flush against his chest.  He wrapped a hand under your thigh, hiking it up into the air, forcing you to go on your tiptoes as he hooked your knee over his elbow, spreading you open.

“Look at that. See how wet you are? I can hear it.” He growls in your air, breathing heavily.

He was right, the slick sounds of him messing up your cunt reverberating in the bathroom. You could only watch as his cock hammered into you, his pace picking up quickly. 

You started to cry, really cry. Ugly, heaving sobs, where you couldn’t breath, your head throbbing towards a horrific headache, hands uselessly grabbing at Bakugou’s arms, not to stop him, there was no way you could - but to steady yourself from the brutality of his thrusts.

“Oh fuck, fucking christ, ‘m close, shit.” Bakugou gasped, and you wiggled in his hold, hyperventilating. You knew it just turned him on more, made him fuck you harder, but you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to dislodge his cock. He couldn’t cum inside, please.

“Not-not inside! Please please please not inside, Bakugou ple-ase!”

Bakugou didn’t respond, just panted in your ear, low groans rumbling through his chest as his hips humped against you, driving his cock into your cunt with a sloppy squelch on each rapid thrust.

You felt him cum.

You felt the first few ropes of warmth shoot inside you, but then the blonde was pulling out, jacking his cock onto your pussy, striping the rest of his cum over the outside of your cunt. It was humiliating. 

But you figured it was better than inside.

“Mmm, fuck bitch. You always know how to get me off. Good little pussy.” He finished humming, giving his wet cock one last tug, before messily slapping his hand over your cunt, rubbing his cum into your skin. It felt disgusting. 

You let him do what he wanted, let him rub circles over your clit, let him abandon the little nub in favor of sticking two of his cum-covered fingers inside of you, rubbing at your walls quickly. It felt good, but you were tired, and you didn’t want it to.

“Alright, I got class. Wanna suck me clean?”

His hands retracted from your body, and he let your leg down, pushing you away from him as gently as he could (which wasn’t very gently). A side step, then he was in front of you, washing his hands underneath the sink. You watched him blankly. 

“Well? You gonna suck me off? Or just stand there like a goddamn fish?”

You slowly dropped to your knees, cringing at the bathroom floor. It was nasty, dirty, probably covered in piss and maybe shit an-

“Jesus fuckin’ christ, I’m gonna be late.” Bakugou was looking at his phone, before his eyes flicked to you. He grabbed a handful of paper towels, dabbing at the mess covering his dick.

“How ‘bout you meet me after my class, and we’ll both get a little treat? Would you like that, stupid bitch?” He crouched down in front of you, pinching your cheek as he talked to you in a cutesy baby voice. 

When you didn’t respond, he grabbed your chin, yanking you forward until you were inches from his face. “Say yes, or you’re not gonna like the shit I’ll do to you.”

“Ye-yes, yes Bakugou.” You spluttered, trying to stop hiccuping on sobs, but failing pathetically. 

Bakugou nodded to himself, before pausing, as if appraising you. His eyes wandered over your face, and the next thing you knew he was kissing you, lips soft, passionate.

When he pulled away, you were left dazed, still kneeling on the ground. The man rose to his feet, stomping over to where his backpack hung on the door. He stopped to pick up your underwear from your sweatpants, pocketing the fabric as he grinned at you.

“Don’t forgot about meetin’ me after class, got it? Make me wait and I’ll beat your ass.” He paused, cocking his head to glance at your backside, before laughing. “Eh, or maybe I’ll just fuck it.” His eyes gleamed as he straightened his head. “So don’t be late.”

And with that warning he was shouldering his backpack, kicking your sweatpants towards you, slipping out the door.

Belatedly, you realized that your clit was still buzzing, that the pleasure clenching up your stomach hadn’t crested. 

With a sob, you let your fingers find their way to your pussy.

[charincharge]

I Don’t Want To Wait, seven

rowaelin high school bff au masterlist

Based on the prompt:

Sharing is caring. Now, give me the hoodie!

“I’m never drinking again,” Aelin moaned as she rolled over on Lysandra’s bed, shoving her head under the pillow. She knew Rowan had censored himself filling in the gaps of her night. Saying she was an angry drunk, though accurate, was not quite specific enough.

Apparently, she and Rowan had had a screaming match in the kitchen that he failed to mention, and Aelin had zero recollection of.

“The entire kitchen cleared out,” Lysandra explained, “Lyria included. But you were… pretty loud.”

Aelin groaned into the pillow.

“Why wouldn’t he tell me?”

Lysandra patted Aelin’s foot, trying to be comforting, but Aelin didn’t want to be comforted right now. She kicked Lysandra’s hand away.

“This is the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Lysandra snorted and poked her bare foot. “At least he thought you were talking about someone else?”

Aelin peeked out from beneath the pillow and frowned again. “That is so much worse. Now he thinks I’m mad at him for not letting me kiss NOX OWEN.”

“What else was he supposed to think? You can’t exactly blame him. You smacked his drink out of his hand and started screeching about how he ruined your kissing plans.”  

“As if I’d ever have a chance with Nox. I barely even have a chance with Rowan, and he’s been my best friend since we were eight.” Aelin sighed loudly. “Whatever. Everything is ruined now. He’s going to prom with Lyria.”

Lysandra frowned, the pity evident in her bright green eyes as she flopped down next to Aelin on her comforter. “I’m sorry, boo.”

“Tell me one more time,” Aelin sighed. “Exactly what we both said. Every word.”

“In the kitchen?”

Aelin nodded.

“You stared at Lyria’s hand for like… a full ten seconds. Then you smacked the drink out of Rowan’s hand, and screamed – Where’s my drink, bitch? And he very calmly said, What the fuck, Aelin? Because… you know. The drink spilled all over the floor. Then you screamed at the top of your lungs, I NEEDED ANOTHER DRINK, AND YOU RUINED EVERYTHING. And he did that eyebrow thing you hate and asked, What did I ruin? And then you screamed back KISSING PLANS. That’s when the kitchen started emptying out.” Aelin groaned.

“It’s so much worse hearing it again.”

Lysandra paused. “Do you want me to repeat the rest?” And Aelin nodded tentatively. It was masochistic, but she needed to hear it all again.

Lysandra sighed loudly, knowing the worst was about to happen. “You fucking raged, Aelin. You incoherently started screaming – I HAD KISSING PLANS. AMAZING REAL FIRST KISS PLANS AND YOU RUINED THEM BY GETTING DISTRACTED.” She crinkled her nose at that. “And it looked like Rowan was going to say something, but you just kept going on and on about your ruined kissing plans. You called him an idiot….” Aelin cringed. She couldn’t believe how belligerent she was. “And then you screamed, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO COME BACK WITH MY DRINK. THE DRINK WAS INTEGRAL TO MY KISSING PLAN. Which, by the way, nice SAT vocab drop while you were blackout drunk. That was impressive.”

Aelin couldn’t do anything more than flick off her friend. She was too busy berating herself for all the stupid things she didn’t remember saying when she was drunk. She’d been this close to telling Rowan she’d planned to kiss him. And she’d said FIRST KISS. It wasn’t like she hadn’t kissed anyone before – she totally had. There’d been several games of truth or dare which included kisses and a braces-filled makeout session at Camp Terrasen in eighth grade. She’d just meant their first kiss. She wanted to die.

“Then he got really mad himself and screamed back at you that you should have told him about your kissing plans, so he didn’t ruin your night. And you screamed back it didn’t matter since it was already ruined and clearly you could get your own drink.”

“I think that’s when he realized you’d had a little too much to drink that he’d clearly missed. And he sought out Nox, who explained the drink chugging, and while that happened, you literally chugged another drink and then launched yourself at Salvaterre.”

“I have to apologize,” Aelin said, but Lysandra shook her head.

“He didn’t bring it up for a reason.” Lysandra softened her eyes, running her hand through Aelin’s freshly showered hair. “I think once you punched Lorcan he chocked everything up to wasted nonsense.”

Aelin shoved her face into Lysandra’s pillow and let out a low laugh. What a nightmare. “I’m just grateful you and Elide were there to change me,” she said. “I can’t even imagine my embarrassment if Rowan had to peel me out of puke-covered clothes.”

“Yeah, you owe us for that one.”

Aelin’s mouth dropped in shock. “You left me to sleep on the bathroom floor!”

Lysandra laughed. “Only because you scissor kicked Rowan in the knee when he and Wes tried to take you up the stairs.” She looked at Aelin. “He’s not mad at you, Ace. He was going to let you sleep in his bed. Puke-covered and all.”

Aelin rolled onto her back. “But he’s going to prom with Lyria,” Aelin repeated again.

“She’s nice,” Lysandra quipped, causing Aelin to glare at her. “But she’s not you.” Aelin’s lips quirked upward at that. “He’ll figure it out eventually,” she said, letting Aelin breathe a sigh of relief. She really hoped Lysandra’s assessment was true. “Or he won’t, and you’ll spend the rest of your life pining away.”

Aelin snorted loudly. “Gee, thanks.”

“Welcome, bitch.”

Lysandra paused, her green eyes soft and nervous instead of holding their usual brash confidence as she continued. “I know you and Rowan are special best friends with, like, a special best friend song and everything.”

“We do not have a special best friend song?” Aelin interrupted, causing Lysandra to laugh and boop her nose softly.

“You do. It’s ‘Dancing In The Moonlight,’ which is adorable, but not my point.”

“And that is…?”

“I know I’ll never be Rowan, but I’m still a best friend, and if you need to talk about things… you can tell me. Especially if they’re Rowan things.”

Aelin bit her lip and breathed nervously. “I’m glad you know.”

“Oh, babe,” Lysandra laughed, rubbing Aelin’s shoulder softly. “I’ve known about your feelings for years. I’m just glad you finally told me.”

Aelin groaned and shoved her head under the pillow again.

~*~

Dear journal,

I don’t know who else to talk about this with. I know Lysandra KNOWS now, but I just need to vent to someone impartial, okay? Things with Rowan are so weird… because they’re not weird at all. After Lys told me what I screamed at him, I was sure he’d finally come out and clear the air, but it’s been a WHOLE WEEK, and he hasn’t said anythingggg. Everything is just…. normal??? He even let me keep the lacrosse sweatshirt Lys and El put me in. I tried to give it back, but he told me it was mine now. What the hell is THAT about? What does it mean?

I want to tell him I know about the fight, but then I’d have to explain I was screaming about kissing him, and I don’t know if he wants to hear that anymore.

All I know is that every time I look at him I feel like I’m about to explode. Not to mention I’m about to go suit shopping with him for ~PROM~ and I’m kind of freaking out. What is Rowan in a TUX going to do to my body? I might just combust there on the spot. Maybe he’s right. I should ask Lys to teach me how to … you know (masturbate). I tried to watch a video (I KNOW), but I got a million pop ups and got too nervous and shut my laptop off. Maybe I should look on my phone next time. Do phones get pop ups?

UGH OKAY. HE’S HERE. WISH ME LUCK.

Xo, Aelin

5/21/20 – age 16

Aelin slammed her journal shut and shoved it under her stack of decoy notebooks in her nightstand just before Rowan appeared in her doorway.

“Ready to go, Ace?”

She nodded and stretched her arms above her head, shaking out her hand, which was cramped from writing so neatly in her journals.

“Don’t you want to bring a jacket?” Rowan asked, looking at Aelin’s bared stomach pointedly.

“It’s almost June, Buzzard, don’t be such a prude,” she answered, her arms self-consciously crossing over the chest of her cropped t-shirt.

He rolled his eyes, leading them back downstairs, and Aelin grabbed her purse and followed. “Don’t come complaining to me when you’re too cold.”

“I would never,” she gasped, feigning shock. “And don’t forget you owe me post-shopping ice cream.”

“Oh, bring me back a pint of chocolate peanut butter,” Rhoe called out from the kitchen, his blue eyes peering out from behind the giant pages of the Orynth Times.

“Sure thing, Dad,” Aelin called out, passing by the kitchen with a wave.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Aelin doubled back and peered into the kitchen where her exhausted looking dad sat. “Rowan is taking you shopping? Has hell frozen over? Rowan, how did you get conned into this?”

Aelin looked up at Rowan, who scratched his head uncomfortably. “She’s actually taking me shopping. I need a tux for prom…” Rowan trailed off, his cheeks turning slightly pink as Rhoe returned a surprised look at the child who was practically his surrogate son.

“Ae, do you need a dress?” he asked, suddenly looking worried. Her dad would give her the moon if he could, but supporting a daughter on a firefighter’s single salary was often more than he could manage.

“Oh, no,” Aelin shook her head, carefully concealing her hurt feelings with a devilish smirk. “Rowan got asked to junior prom.”

Rhoe’s eyes widened, flickering between his daughter and Rowan rapidly, before smiling softly. “An older woman, eh?”

“It’s not like that…” Rowan grumbled, his cheeks flushing slightly as he looked down at the ground at his well-worn running sneakers. “I barely know her. I just said yes to be polite…”

“Sure, Buzzard,” Aelin said, poking Rowan’s side. He frowned at her unhappily, flicking her finger away.

Rhoe barked out a loud laugh. “Have fun, you two.” He fixed Aelin with a serious stare. “Make sure he picks out something really embarrassing, kiddo.” His stare broke as he winked, sending them off on their way, Rowan rushing out of the house as fast as his feet could carry him.

“Oh yeah,” Aelin laughed. “I’m putting him in blue ruffles first.”

“You are not!” Rowan called from outside, already starting up the jeep.

Aelin waved goodbye to her dad and hopped into the passenger seat, cranking up her mix, which was still playing in Rowan’s car.

~*~

“I look stupid,” Rowan whined, shoving his hands into the pockets of the umpteenth different styled tux the shop attendant had pulled for him. This one was black, again, but some kind of shiny material, and the pants had a stripe up the side.

Aelin couldn’t help the small frown that tugged at her lips at how picky her best friend was being. She honestly assumed the boy who mostly lived in athletic shorts and t-shirts would be fine with the first suit he tried on, but he was being finnicky and far too particular for someone who “just said yes to be polite.” And it was starting to get on her nerves. What she thought was going to be an exercise in sexual restraint was actually just trying her patience.

“Shiny, no good!” the salesman agreed, his accent curling thickly around his criticism.

Rowan sighed and turned to look at Aelin, who did her hardest to neutralize her facial expression before he saw her frown, but it was too late.

“I knew it,” Rowan grumbled, peeling the jacket off and handing it to the salesman, who cleared out the full dressing room again, and Aelin gnawed at her lip, trying to think of something comforting to say.

“It’s not bad…”

“Don’t fucking lie to me, Ace.”

“Language!” the salesman snapped, and Rowan’s mood lifted for a brief second as he laughed in shock, his eyes going straight to Aelin, as if to say Can you believe this guy? She shook her head in agreement, and she was relieved to see a smile on his face for the first time in two hours.

Aelin pushed herself off the small chair in the communal dressing room space and approached Rowan. She cocked her head to the side and let her eyes shamelessly trail his form. He was right about this particular suit. It did look stupid. But none of the suits, all in differing shades and cuts of black, had looked right. As her gaze trailed back up to his face, his breath held, patiently waiting for her conclusion, Aelin had a stroke of genius.

“Black isn’t your color, Ro. It’s washing you out.” Rowan’s face scrunched at her assessment, clearly unpleased. But the stark contrast between the white and black, combined with his pale hair was doing something to his usually tanned and glowing skin, and it wasn’t good.

“I refuse to wear a light blue suit,” he said, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Not something bright. Just… subtle color,” Aelin explained, and the salesman started nodding rapidly.

“Ah, yes, the Bellissima is correct. Color. Yes, color! COLOR!”

He excitedly ran back into the shop and returned with suits in various dark shades of navy and emerald and maroon slung over his shoulder. Aelin watched in amusement as he shoved Rowan back into the dressing room, telling him to try the green first.

Aelin stood impatiently, arms crossed and leaning against one of the 360 mirrors, hoping against all hopes that her assessment was correct. She wasn’t sure she could endure another two hours of this. Another five minutes would be bad enough, to be honest.

When Rowan walked out to the small platform, she knew she’d nailed itt. Her pulse thrummed loudly, and she could feel her lips part, inhaling a large gasp into her drying mouth. Rowan looked…

“Wow,” Aelin whispered at the same time Rowan said, “Huh,” peering into the mirror.

Aelin stood up straighter, pushing herself up and getting a closer view of the striking boy in front of her. The green was so dark, it just barely contrasted with the black lapels and trim of the suit, but the color brough a warmth to his face that had been missing, the green of his irises prominent beneath his long blonde lashes. Those bright eyes peered over at Aelin, searching for her reaction, and she couldn’t help the soft blush that appeared across her skin as they locked with hers.

Rowan cleared his throat, coughing lightly as he smoothed the jacket out, pulling the lapels gently. “Uh, yeah. Good call, Ace.”

Aelin lifted her long hair into a high bun, needing something to do with herself besides stare and to allow the breeze of the store fan to cool the back of her neck.

“The one!” the salesman cooed, running his hands across Rowan’s broad shoulders proudly. “We did it!”

When Aelin looked back up, she was surprised to see Rowan’s eyes still on her, gauging her reaction with curiosity. He raised a blonde brow in her direction, and Aelin was afraid for a second that she was going to launch herself at him right there and kiss his face.

Instead swallowed loudly and clapped her hands, shaking off the intensity of his gaze and smiled broadly. “About time, Buzzard. Now, let’s go get me some ice cream.”

The moment was broken as Rowan rolled his eyes and made his way back into the changing room, slinging the suit over the door as Aelin exhaled and slumped back into the chair for a brief reprieve.

“Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream,” Aelin chanted as Rowan paid for the tux rental.

Rowan slung his arm over Aelin’s shoulders and smiled down at her. “Fine. You earned it.”

“Hell yeah, I did,” Aelin said, as the salesperson shouted, “Language!” at them again, as they ran out of the store, both giggling.

By the time they reached their favorite ice cream spot, the sun had set, and the swift down current breeze of the Staghorn Mountains had started up, cooling the temperature significantly from the balmy afternoon Aelin had dressed for.

She looked out at the dark water, shivering slightly as she took her first bite of mint chocolate chip. Rowan bit back a smile as he wrapped his hoodie around himself tighter, keeping the winds out, happily eating his cookie dough without danger of freezing to death.

On her third bite, Aelin finally broke. “Oh come on, Buzzard, sharing is caring. Now, give me the hoodie.”

“I told you to bring your jacket!” Rowan laughed just as a particularly strong gust cut against Aelin’s exposed skin, making her shudder. “Oh for fuck’s sake,” he snorted, opening up the hoodie and nodding to her. “Get in here.”

“Really?” she asked, teeth chattering.

“You’re the worst,” he joked as he unzipped his hoodie and held it open, and Aelin practically raced into it. Rowan’s smile grew as he zipped the hoodie back up, which shockingly stretched large enough to fit them both. Just barely. Aelin pressed her cheek against his chest, soaking in his warmth as his free hand rubbed her back. She shivered again, but this time having nothing to do with the cold, warmth and desire radiating through her body as she felt every twitch of his muscles, every shallow breath.

“Better?” he asked, and she nodded, smiling happily into her next bite of ice cream. She savored each bite, not wanting the moment to end too soon. Each bite tasting better than the last, surrounded in Rowan’s grasp and heat. She breathed in, his heady scent filling her head, his embrace feeling so perfect around her. Her stomach calmed, everything suddenly feeling so right.

“Thanks, Ace,” he said quietly, resting his chin on her head. “I know that’s not how you wanted to spend your Saturday.”

Aelin finished her last bite and leaned harder into his warm chest. “I don’t care how we spend our Saturdays,” Aelin admitted. “As long as we’re hanging out.”

“Cool,” Rowan said, sounding so lame that Aelin couldn’t help but laugh, and she could feel him hiding his own smile in her hair. “Okay, we have to get back into the car,” he laughed outright, his hands rubbing circles onto her back, and Aelin shook her head into his shirt. No, she wanted to stay just like this forever.

“I’ll freeze to death!” she countered instead.

“We’ll just have to make a run for it. I don’t plan on losing you tonight, Ace.” Aelin groaned, but Rowan knew he’d won. “On the count of three,” he warned her. “One… two…” On three, he unzipped the hoodie, and Aelin screeched, her voice raising to glass shattering levels as she sprinted towards the jeep, wind whipping through her thin t-shirt and cutting against her warmed skin like ice.

Rowan unlocked the jeep as they ran, and they both launched themselves into their seats simultaneously, joyful laughter bubbling up in both of them and filling the car.

Aelin watched Rowan as he turned the car on, and immediately cranked up the heat. Her stomach fluttered again, and she crossed her legs to quell the ache of desire that had begun to take over her body.

As stealthily as she could, she pulled out her phone and texted Lysandra again.

I need some help.

Her phone lit up with Lysandra’s returning message almost immediately. XYZ kind of help???

Aelin snorted at the use of Rowan’s code name. Lysandra had suggested if Aelin ever wanted to talk about Rowan in text, she probably shouldn’t use his name. Just in case he ever saw. Aelin had immediately suggested his initials, RW, but Lysandra smartly pointed out he was the only RW they knew. Lysandra cackled, suggesting XYZ – because it came right after W. And with any luck, Aelin would be coming soon.

Aelin’s cheeks flushed as she texted back. Can you teach me/instruct me/explain how to masturbate?

OMG!!!!! MY BABY BUTTERFLY, YES YES YES GIRLLLLL!!!

Aelin laughed softly, and Rowan looked at her curiously, from her cheeks to the phone lit up in her hand.

“Who could you possibly be texting right now?” he asked, and if Aelin didn’t know better she would have thought he maybe sounded slightly put out.

“Lysandra,” she answered, a little too quickly, but her heart was beating too fast at the inappropriate back and forth she and Lys were having, especially since she wanted to fantasize about the person sitting right next to her while she… learned.

“What about?” Rowan asked, curious.

Aelin bit her lip. “You were right,” she said, her face probably beet red. She was grateful he couldn’t entirely see the color in the dark.

“About what?” he asked. “I mean, I’m often right about a lot of things,” he added cheekily.

“Masturbation,” Aelin replied as confidently as she could, while feeling like her skin was going to burn her alive. The car swerved slightly as Rowan snapped his head to look in her direction.

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice sounding strained and high.

“Lysandra’s going to teach me.”

Aelin could feel her best friend’s gaze puncturing holes into her flaming cheeks as he searched for something to say. But when she looked up, she couldn’t speak fast enough.

“ROWAN!” she shouted as the jeep crashed straight into the taillights of the car in front of them.

~*~*~*~

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The Straw-Hat Among Us Ch3 Part 2

Black: Marshall D. Teach

After that silence ended, Doflamingo crouched down, taking a closer look at the body. He removed the helmet and unzipped the suit. It was Shanks alright. But the fact of the matter was… “-His neck is broken.” Teach could feel his heartbeat quickening as Doflamingo examined the body, glanced at the fence, and looked outside it. “He wasn’t killed here. Only brought here to distract us.”

“B-, by whom?...” Usopp asked the question on everyone’s mind.

Doflamingo shrugged. “Maybe someone who wanted to leave us questioning.” He let his sunglassed eyes fall on the people present, a grin spreading across his face. “-Or, someone who didn’t want to give us any questions to ask.”

Before Doflamingo could push the button on the side of Shanks’ helmet, Smoker stopped him. “Shanks had the right idea last time. Let’s look for any sort of empirical evidence before we jump to assumptions.”

“Hey, that was MY idea!” Caesar said, stomping his foot into the ground. Nobody paid him any heed though.

Teach reluctantly went along with the search, trailing after Zoro and Smoker as they exited Electrical and moved over to the other side of the fence. Thankfully, it seemed, his own footprints had already been covered by the snow. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Zoro simply had to point out something else to throw him into a panicked fit.

“That pile of snow… wasn’t that your snowman, Teach?” Zoro asked, pointing at the pile of snow right next to where Teach could all-too-vividly recall the body being.

“N-, no! Or, well, uh, I guess so, maybe?” he glanced at the snow, “maybe the wind knocked it over? Y-, yeah, tons of my other snowmen were knocked over, so I had ta go around fixing them, a real bother, yanno?”

Zoro nodded, but Smoker hardly seemed convinced. Still, he said nothing.

As they could find nothing else in the snow, they soon returned to Electrical, finding everyone else gathered as well. “What’s the situation?” Smoker asked.

“Everyone’s ready,” Doflamingo answered, not waiting for any follow-up before he pressed the button thrice in that certain way, calling for a meeting. “Ah, I checked the body, too. There’s nothing of interest, so you can just toss him in the lava.” For some damn reason, Teach was chosen for this duty, having to carry the charred corpse on his back as they returned to the Office, everyone keeping an eye on each other.

While everyone gathered in the Office, Teach walked right on by, through the hall and finally emerged in front of the lava pit. He turned to look at Shanks, whispered for forgiveness, and dropped him into the lava.

When he came into the Office, everyone had already taken their places, two seats sadly empty. Teach sat down, and decided to keep mostly quiet if he could.

After a beat, Smoker stood up, clearly meaning to act as chairman for the time being. “Alright,” he turned to Kizaru, “what have you seen?”

Kizaru scratched his chin. “Weeeeeell, last time I saw Shanks, he was heading souuuth. He passed by the camera to Electrical and gave me a waaave~.” To punctuate his point, Kizaru gave a little wave, much like he had last time, seemingly unbothered by any of this. Suddenly, his wrinkled eye fell on Teach. “Aaah, but Teach did pass by later, though he didn’t see anythingggg.”

Seven suspicious eyes fell on Teach. “H-, hey! He said it ‘imself, I didn’t see ‘nuthing!” Somehow, he could tell nobody believed him. Shit. Shittt. To think everything would go wrong so soon-,

“Then again, we can’t know if Teach passed by Electrical before or after Shanks was killed,” Usopp said, flinching a bit when all eyes turned to him. “W-, well, I’d think it might be good to know the order of events, right? Shanks might have gone into Communications or something before he was k-, killed!”

“Why would he do that though?” Caesar asked, leaning his head in his hand.

Usopp was taken aback. “I-, um, I dunno? Why would he leave the Shuttle at all? That doesn’t make any sense either!”

Smoker nodded. “That’s true. Shanks, although rather lax, hardly seemed like the careless type.” Smoker’s eye fell on Kizaru, busy staring into nothing. “...Unlike some.”

Buggy squinted. “What if he was pursued?... So he ran there??”

“Noooooo, he stopped and waaaaved. He wouldn’t do that if he was all spooked, would heeee~?” Kizaru added.

Zoro’s eyes sharpened. “If he wasn’t being pursued by an imposter… perhaps he was lured by one?”

“But I didn’t see anyone going that way thouuuugh?” Kizaru said, poking his chin. “Aahhh, then again, he could’ve used one of those hoooles?”

“A hole?” Smoker asked.

Kizaru nodded deeply. “Ohhh, yes. They’re eeverywheeere, part of some tunnel system. There’s one right outside the fence, toooo.”

Well, that was… dangerous. “Yer tellin’ me those bastards can pop up straight ‘outta anywhere?...” Teach knitted his brows. Maybe he’d underestimated them. “That’s… unsettlin’.”

“-In other words,” Smoker interjected, “it was possible to lure Shanks into the central area without being noticed by the cameras and then throw him over the fence, entirely unnoticed?” Kizaru nodded. “That’s one way of solving that mystery. It still doesn’t tell us how he was lured out there or by who.”

Zoro seemed thoughtful. “There hadn’t been anything special in the central area. Nothing out of place, nothing odd, nothing-,” a flash of realization passed through Zoro’s eyes and he suddenly turned to a rather surprised Teach. “-No, there was one odd thing. You said the wind pushed over your snowmen.”

“-Yeah, and I worked on ‘em for a good while, too!” Teach affirmed. Damn straight he was mad! Sure, he’d fixed all of them, but-

“All of the ones in the central area seemed fixed.” Zoro’s eyes sharpened. “...Apart from the one we found crushed outside the fence.”

Teach choked on nothing. “I-,”

“Hold on.” Smoker raised his hand. “Kizaru, would you please detail what cameras Teach passed by?”

Kizaru seemed somewhat surprised at being addressed again, but complied. “Oooooh, well, first he went by the door outside the entrance to Electrical, where Shanks passed before, and then a few minutes later he came inside through the southern doooor.” Kizaru turned to buggy and Usopp. “You saw him, riiiight~?”

Usopp appeared conflicted, but ended up giving a shaky nod anyways. “Well, yeah, we did see him, but… Still!”

Kizaru nodded. “I trust Teach.”

“Then, since he passed by the fence, which he must have, there is no reason why he wouldn’t have rebuilt his snowman. Is there?” Smoker asked rhetorically. Teach squirmed in his chair. “I guess that’s the explanation, then. You lured out Shanks, most likely by perhaps tipping the snowman over by yourself, making it look like something you’d never do yourself, killed Shanks, tossed his body over the fence, and here we are.”

Smoker met Usopp’s eyes. “Considering that the lot of you noticed him, I’d say he went in there to establish an alibi of sorts.”

“Th-, that’s…” Teach barely knew what to say. Should he tell the truth? Is this the part where he accused someone else entirely? Were there even any arguments to be said apart from the obvious? “I didn’t do it!”

Kizaru stood up. “Okaaaaay, let’s take it easy heeeere.” Smoker seemed ready to argue, but Kizaru seemed genuinely serious. “Teach isn’t the only suspect. I don’t know where Smoker waaaas, not to speak about Zoroooo. For all you guys know, I could be lying about seeing Teach pass on byyyyy.”

“B-, but!” Usopp meekly argued.

“But, we can’t reach conclusions just yeeeet. We don’t know much about anythinggggg.”

That is, unless Teach opened up and told the truth. If he did, maybe they could narrow the results a bit. Figure out who did it and who didn’t. “I-, I just didn’t notice the snowman as I passed by!” Teach chose not to do this. “I mean, it was just a heap ‘a snow on the ground, how was I s’posed ta see it?!”

Panic clawed at his insides with razor-sharp claws.

Doflamingo drummed his fingers against the table. “To think you’d kill the man who protected you so closely.” He smiled. “Endearing! Now, let’s not think too hard about the why’s and how’s, it’s clear as day who did it! Letting this adorable little madman run about a few more hours seems like a perfectly charming idea, but as I value my life, I’d rather we just cut to the chase and get voting.”

Smoker nodded solemnly. “Kizaru, as right as you are, we can’t afford to assume innocence without the proper evidence to back it up. The situation is as clear as day. Let’s get voting.”

Teach gulped. He could feel his own sweat making his black suit stick to his skin. He felt trapped in his own skin. Damn it, damn it, damn it all to hell! His finger hovered over the various buttons, but in the end, he could only choose to skip. All he knew was that he wasn’t it. In his predicament, he didn’t have the time or mentality to put his suspicions on anyone.

Blip. Blip blip. Blip.

Everyone finally voted. If Teach was lucky, they would maybe skip on account of the lack of evidence. Sure, he’d been pretty witnessed, but-,

Five votes against Teach.

Five.

All the rest, Teach, Kizaru and Usopp had tried to skip.

But in the face of such overwhelming numbers, it was a mere drop in the sea.

Teach’s heart sank. “N-, no, I…”

Seven pairs of eyes turned to him. “I-, I’m no killer! I ain’t killed nobody!”

His pleas fell on deaf ears. Teach practically threw himself to his feet, his chair clattering and falling over behind him as he watched the rest of the assorted members rising. He took a step back. Considered running. But it wouldn’t help, would it? They’d already made up their minds. If the imposters didn’t get to him, they would.

“S-, stay back! Ya blasted murderin’ bastards!”

They pretty much backed him through the hallway, out of the doorway, and over towards the pit of lava.

Two bodies already rested on the bottom of it, swallowed by the fires of Hell. Teach found himself standing on the metal walkboard. A plank. The heat of the lava was overpowering. Fiery spirits of Hell gnawing at his bones. He felt so, so hot inside his suit. Burning hot. Soon, he’d surely feel even hotter.

White-hot tears streamed down his eyes. “P-, please, I didn’t-, I didn’t do nuthing, I just-,”

The truth crawled its way up his throat like an acid-spitting parasite. “I found his body, I did! But he was already cold as the snow around ‘im! Neck snapped all the way ‘round!”

There was a pause in his pursuers. “I knew ya wouldn’t believe me! You’d all say I killed ‘im coz he was clever enough ta catch me! I knew you’d suspect me again, and I couldn’t take that! I-, I don’t want ta die! Call me a coward, but I don’t want ta die!”

He squinted his eyes shut, fists balling at his sides. “I… I want to live…!”

But he didn’t. A few buttons pressed, a few blips, and the metal board escaped from under his feet. He plunged down into the molten death below, tears evaporating on impact, bones burning and teeth popping, his last thought was of his brother. He hoped they’d be together in Heaven, but Teach doubted he’d been pious enough to be allowed in there.

He died so quickly and so thoroughly that not even bones remained.

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Since you said you wanted Distraction Asks - I for one would love to hear or see more about the Organic Grocery Store!AU. I'm hungry for any tidbit of information you're willing to provide on that, don't matter to me none if it's about John's and trans!Javier's first proper date or about John catching Sean masturbating in an abandoned food aisle late at night (this one's based on a real life event of mine, don't ask) or about Tough Boss Dutch shoving organic fruit up someone's arse.. anythingggg

I was 100% with you feller... until.... real life events??? wHAT?? i feel like we need context, feller....

also, DO NOT SHOVE ORGANIC FRUIT UP ANYONE’S ASS PLEASE the fair trade, ethically sourced, sustainable, natural rubber dildos are in aisle 16.....(also i know you want Tough but Fair Dutch content and............................ maybe i’ll indulge you this one (1) time)

Dutch started the grocers maybe 15 years ago because he was really frustrated with the way local farmers weren’t being treated “the way they were in the good old days” and how “We’ve gotten too damn civilized, we gotta go back to the old days, when we cared about LOCAL and FAIR” and so it started as like, a little grocery store that stocked local produce

15 years later and its like, a pillar of the local community, they’ve got two locations in Blackwater and whatever they cant get locally they stock fair-trade, organic, etc. Dutch is dabbling in setting up some kind of like, aquaponics/sustainable greenhouse situation ... 

Hosea is the HR manager and Dutch’s long-time partner, and they try to employ people who are disadvantaged and in at-risk situations... After John ran away from home, Dutch gave him a job so he could afford rent, and made sure to schedule around his school so he could finish highschool... And now John’s worked there like, 6 years and is the manager of the produce section and is actually kinda interested in horticulture and like, vegetable shit... his favourite vegetable is beets....

And like, its kinda funny cuz John’s not really into Dutch’s philosophy but he kiinda just.... falls into being vegan? Like he gets a good discount and gets to take a lot of the unsellable food home (he’s not a bad cook, either) so he just... sorta accidentally became vegan and now he’s just used to it. 

So his first real date-date with Javi is to some restaurant... and John is really awkward, they sit down and John is staring at his menu and then suddenly he’s like “did you know they used to call avocados Alligator Pears?” and it’s so weird and funny Javier just laughs and it’s... he’s so cute John dies a little...

And afterwards they go for sorbet and then a walk through some park and John’s hand brushes Javier’s and Javier just... holds it.... and they walk until it gets dark and then John is like “oh let me show you something” and they go to this little community garden and it’s dark and john is showing him the cabbage and cauliflower and stuff and then they... kiss in the garden, John’s hands all come up to cup Javi’s face and it’s sweet n gentle n then.... its like midnight and the sprinklers turn on and they get soaked!!

and they run laughing back to John’s place, John offers to lend him some clothes and John strips off his shirt and then Javi takes off his and he’s got his binder on and John is like “oh jesus sorry you can change in my room if you want, sorry, i didnt realize, like if you want to take it off, or you can leave it on, i dont know, i dont mind either way, haha look at the time maybe i should be getting ghome” but john we’re already at your place .........

and like, maybe Javier is a little upset cuz he didn’t know how to tell John, he’s never like, dated as a boy before, doesn’t know how to navigate this shit but didnt want John seeing his binder and assuming........ and John acting all weird makes him feel like he isn’t into it, especially when john is like “you can take my bed, i’ll sleep on the couch...” Javi just takes an uber home instead....

and he’s pretty smad, he doesn’t text John for two days, then he doesn’t respond  to John’s texts when John texts him, and then finally, finally he texts john back at like 4am like “wanna get coffee on thursday” and as he’s brushing his teeth he gets a text back and its like, WHY ARENT YOU ASLEEP??

and then they have coffee and Javier is all “listen I understand if you dont wanna keep seeing one another, I lied to you and you don’t have to act like you still wanna see me” and John is like “dude what the hell??" cuz there was no lies, John Gets It and he’s still Very Much Into Javier and he’s like, “i’ve never dated a dude so you’re gonna have to coach me” and it’s cute and dumb and honest and makes Javi feel safe........ 

and they probably don’t have sex for like, a pretty long time after they start dating... Javier doesn’t want John to see him naked until he’s at least had top surgery, and John doesn’t want to just accept blowjobs and shit when he knows Javier won’t let him reciprocate... so they do a lot of making out and over-the-clothes stuff and have a lot of phone sex... like a lot of phone sex... Where Javi talks about all the shit he’d do to John, how he’d bend him over and lick him open and slide into him slick and easy and John turns into a begging mess for it even over the phone... gets off on calling Javier Daddy and like, it’s sexy because John is respecting his gender... when they make out John will straddle Javi’s lap and move like he’s riding dick and let Javier push his hands up his shirt to play with John’s nipples.......

i managed to fit it all, mister... Dutch, the First Date, and some Sexy Shit.... thanks for the good ask, mister............

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Wisdom Teeth Double Boogaloo + V3 Boys

Maybe the wisdom teeth ask but how the boys are afterwards? With their s/o's too preferably

Alrghty! Afterwords hm, I hear that’s like... painful somewhat, well at least them being slightly sedated with some medicine so they aren’t completely themselves...? More tripping out.

Kiibo’s still being held back again, how robophobic!

-Mod Shuichi

Kiibo

[How robophobic! Robot’s don’t need dental surgery, nothing in tune with this wisdom teeth ordeal...]

Shuichi Saihara

He was taking this... well, somewhat well, rubbing at his cheek in somewhat pain as you worriedly brought him towards the car.

It hurt but he was keeping himself contained, he tried his best not to speak, you understood why.

You sat in silence throughout the car-ride home, it wasn’t anything odd, shouldn’t have been.

Ryoma Hoshi

He tried keeping his cool, despite how... dizzy everything felt, then the odd numbness in his mouth.

They gave him a lighter thing to keep his mouth numb during the surgery, it felt painful at times, didn’t help it was already wearing off...

Bleugh, goes to the dentist are weird, you try to make it somewhat better for him, tell him that you should make it home soon.

It can’t help but feel weird the entire ride, you swear you hear him pout slightly... he really just wants to go to bed so it doesn’t keep feeling this... weird.

Kaito Momota

They had to put Kaito Momota to sleep for them to actually begin surgery, so here you were... dragging him towards the car, carrying him, as he let out muffled: “yahoos”... and “I’m the king of the staaaars”...

He was hallucinating, oh bother, even during the car ride he was remarking about the oddest things, just like if he were high...

“S/O... do you think aliens... exist? Oh my god, do you think aliens think wearing clothes is like... being nude? Is that why they never wear anythingggg,,,? Oh my gooood I’m nude to aliensss...” Then he tried taking his clothes off apologizing to the alien lords, up above in space.

You had to stop the car, and physically explain that wasn’t the case to your high boyfriend, Jesus Christ why did Maki and Shuichi leave him in your care?

Rantaro Amami

He said he could drive himself home despite how everything felt a bit woozy, really! He was a good driver, trust him.

“Rantaro you can’t... because...”

“You hate cars...? So you never actually got a driver’s license, Rantaro seriously that’s not even our car-“

Oh that’s why he feels motion sick, you have to pull him away from the stranger’s car which they forgot to close...

Gonta Gokuhara

You comfort him, he’s crying because that felt really really scary, painful too at first, they had to give him a larger dose of the stuff they usually use since he’s such a big guy.

“S—S/Ooooo... Gonta’s hands... are caterpillars now... how did this happen... Gonta doesn’t knoooow...”

Oh he’s tripping out, never mind, you rub his back as you try to tell him, his hands are in fact, not catterpillers.

Kokichi Ouma

The entire ride home, is entirely spent screaming in the car, as he points at everything, the doctors said that he needed extra doses to stop him from trying to run away.... so...

Here he was, tripping out as he screamed at a passerby calling them a walking vegetable and to drive faster in the mysteryvan.

You want to ask if he’s actually seeing this or not, but considering the fact he started crying and screaming bloody murder at a little girl saying the: “PANTA WANTED REVENGE” you can assume that’s not the case.

Korekiyo Shinguuji

“Korekiyo should you really keep your mask on...? Considering you just went through surgery it might not make you completely...”

“Whatsh dwo yew mwean.”

This is how Korekiyo Shinguuji of all people sounds, his mouth got... really numb, then his mask restricted somewhat of the sound coming out of his mouth, so you had no clue on what he was saying...

It wasn’t even that hilarious, more frightening since he hadn’t actually said anything about it, if you laughed would he rip out your nerves?

You hope not, you drop him off at his house and immediately throw yourself into a fit of laughter as soon as he leaves.

[thunder-birb]

The 5 times Tamaki accidentally confessed to Mirio and the one time he didn’t have to

Mini Series Part II 

2.

“Tamaki! Hey! I hope you don’t mind me joining you” The familiar weight of Mirio, nudging against my shoulder for the briefest of moments and then preceding to scoot a few inches away from me to give me some space; is one of the nicest, most unassuming gestures anyone has done for me. Most people like my parents, sister and even some of our teachers presume that they know exactly what I need when I’m feeling clammed up or nervous. However, that usually takes a turn for the worse and the guilt of making everyone worry about me always elevates my anxiety.

That’s why most people have resigned to not doing anything at all. And in most circumstances, I would actually prefer this method, but there are those moments in which being alone is the worse possible decision I have ever made in my life. Because then, nothing hinders my mind from spiralling into a poisonous cycle of crippling vitriolic thoughts.

Enter Mirio Togata. He has witnessed a fair share of my anxiety spells and usually lets the ‘capable adults’ deal with it. However, when it is just the two of us, Mirio has the brightest idea of all and simply asks me what I need. No one and I mean no one, has ever done that approach and through many incidents, I learned, just as much as Mirio, that I actually don’t like being by myself when it happens.

It still doesn’t mean I also want to be enveloped with attention either. That just makes me feel suffocated, cornered and incapable of handling my own emotions. So, Mirio does what he does best and just stays by me instead. He lays on the grass when we’re outside at the park or watches Television when we’re sitting in his couch or continues to read his favorite comic; ready to talk about it if I need to or not say anything at all.

He gives me the space I need to pull myself together again and does not try to fix what isn’t his to solve.

Today is one of those days and surely enough Mirio is laying on the grass next to me by the soccer field, his school jacket bunched up together as his makeshift pillow with pocky in his mouth and a new manga volume he’s been dying to read. He’s really into his manga that he doesn’t even notice me watching him; observing how he’s almost finished his first box of pocky all by himself. Or how he’s been tapping his white sneakers to the beat of another one of his favorite rock ballads. Sometimes he even starts humming absentmindedly, but I get too nervous to ask him what he’s actually singing in case it embarrasses him and I’ll never hear him humm again.

“Hey, you’re back. Everything alright?” He stops tapping his foot and drops the manga to his chest. Then, he places his hands behind his head and turns to peer at me, blue button eyes shining in the sunlight reflecting the ocean-like hues of the sky above.

“Yeah… It’s just-- Everyone always expects something from me. The teachers, the students, my parents and I can never give them what they want. I can’t even manifest anything more than a lousy bud, but they still want more just because I lucked out and got a really ‘cool quirk.’ Too bad I’m terrible at everything I do and-- ” I start to explain, but the feelings of disappointment and frustration begin to flood my consciousness and I just don’t want to go back to the gym with everyone’s eyes on me.

I shake my head and tightly shut my eyes, trying not to think about how I could not for the life of me do anything worthy of my quirk. Not with everyone watching, eyes heavy with anticipation, making me short of breath and prickling with nerves that I know I’m visibly shaking.

Just Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. In.

And that’s when he starts singing. No longer only to himself.

“Here are days where things don’t go well

But even in the scarce light filtering through the leaves

I can still feel the same sun

Even if it’s a dream where I’m covered in snow

I will keep going your way

I believe I will go walking this road

So as not to lose my way”

It’s almost a crime that Mirio can actually belt a note without sounding like a seal. I already can’t see his flaws as flaws, but silly attributes or even as quirks before that became the national term for our mutations. So naturally, everything good about him unsettles every fiber of my body, but in a crazy good way. Too good that I feel like I might throw up sometimes.

“Oh man! Sorry you had to hear that!” He laughs, the rich kind that’s a little exaggerated at the end to show he’s starting to get self-conscious. “I was only gonna sing a line or two, but that song just really gets me going you know? And I figure maybe it can help you, too” Mirio pinks a little bit, which does further damage to my Broca area that I could no longer speak or look at him without physically hurting from his brightness.

“That bad huh? I’m sorry Tamaki! As a hero I will do everyone’s ears a favor and never sing again!” he laughs, self-awareness out the window and resigns to looking up at the sky.

☀️☀️☀️

I don’t know exactly how many minutes we spend laying in complete silence, watching the cottony clouds take form and float by like strangers in passing at the crosswalk, but it settles the last bits of my nerves. Mirio proceeds to point out really rad looking cloud shapes, and swears one even looks like a bowl of ramen. I chuckle not seeing it at all, but Mirio insists and surely enough so does his stomach as it growls particularly loud and hangry.

We turn our heads at the same time and laugh so hard my cheeks starts to hurt. I try to avoid Mirio’s face because now both my stomach and cheek muscles are starting to tighten, but it’s so hard to resist looking when he’s smiling so vividly that his ears are turning pink. In an attempt to stop, he gets up, but somehow trips on the way up and falls on his bum.

We laugh even harder and now I really have to stop. My face is turning red from straining itself and the pain is getting unbearable, so I start doing the breathing exercises my sister advises I practice. I am so caught up in centering myself, I don’t notice Mirio get up, put his jacket back on, throw his trash in the bin and stash his manga back in his duffel bag. He has his hand out for me by the time I open my eyes and I gulp down the nerves attempting to choke me up. Wow his face is real close and ears still a little rosy.

“C’mon Tamaki! Let’s get some food!” He suggests and I nod, shying away from his gaze as he kindly pulls me up. I bite down on my lip, trying to gain some control of myself and we head to the night market Mirio frequents.

The smell of beef, barbeque, and fried seafood of every kind has us salivating and we make quick steps towards his favorite stand. The old man greets us with his signature smile and Mirio makes small talk as he does with everyone. After ordering, we sit at our usual spot at the far right end of the stall and start devouring our noodles the moment the Ojichan hands it to us.

We finish our food quickly as if we have not eaten the whole day and by the time we clean our bowl, I feel so full, so happy and like I can do anything.

“Hey Mirio, watch this!” I call his attention and manifest my left arm into the noodles we just ate. It’s stupid and spontaneous and I don’t even really think it’ll work, but Mirio’s jaw drops so low I immediately howl with laughter with my noodle arm (it really worked!) smacking the table. Mirio almost slides off his chair from laughing too much as I continue to flail my noodle arms around. But, eventually everyone starts noticing and we huddle closer in secret. It can’t stop us from playing around too much though and ultimately we are escorted out as usual because we are starting to bother the obachans.

🐙🐙🐙

The walk home feels light and the incident earlier today feels so far away and minor when usually I spend the rest of the time replaying the worst bits of it. But not tonight and we fall into step, strolling through the familiar streets, while Mirio starts humming again. I listen to the melody and realize that it’s definitely the ballad he sang earlier. I get lost in it, crossing the roads in routine that I don’t notice we’re standing in front of my house and how he’s stopped humming for some time now.

“Well I’ll see you tomorrow Tamaki! Goodnight~” Mirio waits until I look at him, then squeezes my shoulder and smiles in that way that he does that I couldn’t help the small groan that escapes my throat.

“Goodnight Mirio! Get home safely” I mumble, opening the gate and hurrying through, but then I stop in my tracks and go back outside. It just wouldn’t be right not to tell him. “Mirio wait--” I yell, hoping he isn’t too far away and then he turns his head to look at me.

“Did you forget--”

“You have a great voice!” I yell back trying to hold on to the sudden burst of bravery subduing my innately antsy nature. 

“I mean everything you do is pretty much incredible-” No. Did I just say that out loud?? Crap damage control say something anythingggg “--and uh---I-- I know you’ll master your quirk soon enough too!” word vomit once again takes over me and I’m so freaking nervous after saying that out loud baka baka baka that I keep my head down, shaking worst than earlier. This was a mistake.

“Tamaki, you really overestimate me!” he says back and I slowly lift my head, stopping just below his mouth. “But I always appreciate your kind words of encouragement and if anyone was awesome today, it would be you Noodle Arms! Now that’s cool!” Mirio wiggles his arms around in demonstration even crouching a little so, I see it in my line of vision. Then, soon enough I can’t help, but smile at him and his permeating warmth and enigmatic way of uplifting any bad situation like a real pro hero.

“Say hello to your family for me!” He waves one last time and then turns back to cross the street. I watch him until I can no longer see the blonde hair from afar, just soaking up all the brightness now that it’s at a safe distance from me.

“Tamaki! What did I say about hanging around outside at this time of the night?” my okaasan yells from the front door and I quickly make my way inside. “You know you could just invite him over if you don’t wanna say bye just yet” My mom suggests and I squeak, run past her and head straight to my room.

“Tamaki wait! You have to eat---” was the last I heard before I blast my music, wrap my body in all of my blankets and fall fast asleep from the warmth of the day.

Part 1 of 5

And here is Part II! Thanks to all who have read and liked the story. It really means a lot to me and if anyone is wondering, the song Mirio sang is Yume no Tsubomi by Remioromen (which is the band his Hero name partly came from, if I’m not mistaken). Thanks again and I hope you enjoy this just as much as the first part ^^

[deeton]

vent

i swear i never do this. like not just on tumblr like in real life also literally last week i gently touched on the subject of my personal life matters to my proffesor and starting crying. i NEVER cry. why am i like this. anyways im gonna add one of these boys in cuz ig this is gonna be a long mf  post 

anyways i have no long term goals and i just dont,, fucking care,,, about school. but i love school so much. besides the schoolwork, obviously. but i love it here. i go to school in miami and im from michigan so like it’s actually fucking great. im finishing my sophmore year and writing this post instead of my essay that was due at 11:59 as it’s almost 5:30 am (oops forgot to hit send!) and i have another essay due i got an extention on thats in spanish and then i have my final spanish essay due tomorrow at 9 pm so im just not gonna sleep ig. i voluntarily do the wrong thing. like why . what the fuck. am i in control of my own control? im just so out of balance. and i just donntttt give a shit about anythingggg that i actually need to give a shit about. i wasnt always like this. i mean i use short term goals to get me by. make it to the next festival. make it to the next flight home to be w my parents whom i love dearly. but i dont feel a purpose for anything. i feel like i just want to make people happy and thats it. i just wanna make eveeryone happy. and theyre not. like my brother caused all this drama w my lesbian friends cuz theyre a couple and he deadass asked one of them to fuck behind the others back so now the other girl is salty and wont sell him wax and hes alwaaaaaaaaaays using wax all day every day and he doesnt get out much and his friends are shitty and hes so lonely and it’s so sad cuz hes actually really enjoyable to be around and idk whats goin on in his head. he doesnt believe in 12 steps. he may or may not have taken xans recently after all that work fighting a nasty battle with h for like a year at least. he told me he was thinkin of selling bars i said no dude. like you can just sell wax and not fuck up ppls lives and ik hell take it if he has it cuz thats what i would do. i just want him to have friends

anyways this is the end of my sophmore year of undergrad and it’s the first year where i actually made real live actual friends in mia who actually wanna hang out w me. im michigan i always had friends but each and every one of them is their special kind of wack and makes me sad sometimes but thats life ig???? or could it be better........................... oh except my family friends we’re all on some ride or die shit i love them. but i have friends kinda and it’s awesome but when im alone left w my own thought actively not writing essays i feel like such a piece of shit and im so full of hate. i constantly make hypothetical arguments with people im beefin with and i just make things seem os much worse in my head. i think i hold so much hate for so many people because im supplying it. i hate myself, and im spreading it onto actual stupid ppl who are stupid (thats not hate thats just fax) i dont wanna be gay. i hate myself for being gay. fuck counseling btw im not about that shit thats why im here lol. IDK my parents and family and friends love me for me but i just feel so guilty about it. i feel bad like all the time maybe thats why i look for an escape so much and look forward so heavily to music festivals. im literally awesome tho like im naturally the shit and am really cool and want to make ppl happy but i think i turn a blind eye to this negative side of myself. to be so full of hate it must be out in the open for people to see. i dont know what to do with it, where to put it, or how to destroy it. i just want to destroy myself instead, so instead of turning to drugs and alc, i turn to social media and not giving a shit about my future so that i can destroy my future self since i cant destroy the me who i am rn, otherwise id end up sent to rehab and super addicted to something. i wonder why i have 0 love life and i say im looking 4 love but where it @ tho. ppl just try and use me. and some people who are close to me turn out being weirdly jealous and start being mean and it fucking sucks. i need to meditate on it lol. this sucks, i cant wait to go home but i have to do the work first and i just dont. fucking. want to. 0 motivation. i can barely get out of bed in the morning and when i do thats just where i end up. i just keep telling myself nothing is real but it all is. i use to firmly be a solipsist and say nothing is real but human beings proved me wrong in good and bad ways. i could eat more than  i do i just havent been this last couple weeks bc deadlines mostly. fuck school but i love my school. it took me soooooo fucking long to find my people tho like wasted a year of my life so fuck that.

[hannahhhhify]

Chapter 178: We Forgot...

Matt’s POV:

At midnight, I walked over to Taylor’s Bed and shook him

Taylor: “Go away” he said pushing my hands away

Matt: “wake up sleepy head”

Taylor: “what time is it?”

Matt: “time for you to wake up” I said walking over and flipping the light on. Drakes sleeping upstairs in Ken’s room tonight, so I don’t have to worry about making him up.

Taylor: “It feels like I just went to sleep… I don’t want to go to work” he whined

Matt: “it’s midnight, you can go back to sleep”

Taylor: “why are you waking me up at midnight? I have to work in the morning” I walked over and grabbed him and pulled him over my knee. “UNCLE MAAATTTHEWW! Why are you spanking me? I didn’t do anythingggg” he whined!

Matt: “Relax kiddo, it’s your birthday officially, and I decided a midnight birthday spanking was much needed”

Taylor: “UGH! YOUR SUCH A JERK!” he whined, kicking his feet. I chuckled

Matt: “yeah, I am” smack “one” I said smacking his bottom lightly. smack, smack “Two! Three!”

Taylor: “Uncle Matthew stop it” he said trying to get off my lap.

Matt: “NOPE!” I said landing a harder smack. “Four”

Taylor: “Ughhh you’re so annoying!!” smack smack

Matt: “Five! Six!”

Taylor: “at least go faster!” he whined. wiggling around.

Matt: “whatever you say little boy” SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! “Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven!” I said as I smacked his bottom harder and faster

Taylor: “Ouch! Wait!” he said reaching back to rub.

Matt: “I thought you wanted them to come faster?” I said chuckling

Taylor: “slows fine” he mumbled. I moved his hand and tapped his bottom softly 3 times.

Matt: “Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen”

Taylor: “why couldn’t you wait until tomorrow?”

Matt: “because I like bothering you” smack smack smack smack smack “fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen” he breathed a sigh of relief and he tried to get up. “Not yet... still have to give you one to grow on” I raised my hand up high in the air and bought it down hard on his bottom. He yelped. I know that one hurt. I let him get up and he pouted and rubbed his bottom.

Taylor: “meanie” he mumbled. I laughed and stood up and hugged him

Matt: “Happy Birthday!!!!” I said kissing his cheek

Taylor: “thank you uncle Matt, I’m so glad that you got to be home for my birthday”

Matt: “Even though I woke you up for a birthday spanking?” he nodded his head. I smiled “I got you something” I said letting him go. I walked over to my bed, and I grabbed the box out from underneath.

Taylor: “what is it?”

Matt: “open it and see” I said handing it to him and sitting down on Drakes bed. he unwrapped it and opened up the box. He grabbed the book out and he opened it and his jaw dropped. It’s a book full of memories that we have together that I hand wrote out for him and a bunch of pictures. and some advice and notes and stuff. And I also got him some clothes for his baby, and I got him some of his favorite snacks. I washed him flip through a couple of the pages and I saw his face light up. “I know it’s nothing cool or anything… but I wanted to get you something for the baby because I won’t be here when your baby comes… And I made you this book so that you can look through it if you miss me or whatever… there is a bunch of letters in there to you. and I got you some snacks, because I figured you could never go wrong with snacks” I said chuckling… “I wrecked Danny’s car, so I couldn’t get you much…” I said awkwardly

Taylor: “I love all of this! This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten… it means so much to me, and I can tell you spent a long time working on this book, and I’m so thankful! Thank you so much Uncle Matt” He said putting the book down on his bed and running over and jumping onto me, making me fall backwards onto Drakes bed. He snuggled close “I love you so much”

Matt: “I love you too Taylor! I always will”

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NEXT DAY Dan’s POV:

Taylor has been really grumpy since he got home from work, and it’s driving us crazy. The swift family was supposed to come over today, but because Taylor is being a brat Deb called them and told them not too, and Taylor wasn’t very happy about that.

Dan: “TAYLOR! If you don’t stop arguing with me, I’m going to spank you” I said glaring at him

Taylor: “but Dad! It’s not fair! It’s my-“

Dan: “GO TO YOUR ROOM! And don’t come out until I say” I said getting tired of it. He has seriously been getting on my nerves since he has got home. His eyes grew really sad...

Taylor: “but daddy… It’s-“ Deb walked over and grabbed his arm and turned him a little and swatted his bottom 2 times. Taylor pouted, and reached back to rub his bottom as Deb let him go.

Deb: “you heard your father, GO!” He looked down, and he slowly left the room. I sighed. Kids. they are so annoying sometimes.  Baby Bethany has been crying for a long time. We’ve tried everything, but nothing is working. She won’t breast feed, or take a bottle. Deb thinks she’s just tired. Usually Deb is better at getting her to sleep then I am, but right now I’m rocking her and bouncing her a little bit, walking around the living room with her. it’s working a little bit. There was a knock on the door and Demi went and answered it.

Demi: “hey guys” she said letting them in. it’s Paul and Denise and all the kids, and they were holding gift bags.

Demi: “who are those for?” Paul chuckled.

Paul: “they are for Taylor silly”

Demi: “oh! I forgot that his birthday was today!” Deb and I both gasped and looked at each other with wide eyes, we forgot Taylor’s birthday??

Paul: “you guys never told us what time you were celebrating, so we just decided to stop by after dinner”

Dan: “somebody hold her… please?” I pleaded…

Paul: “is everything okay?” he asked confused. Deb took Bethany from me.

Dan: “w-we forgot”

Kevin: “You all forgot his birthday? But he has been talking about turning 19 for a couple weeks” I frowned

Dan: “I’m going to go get him” I said sadly. I quickly went to the boy’s bedroom and my heart broke when I saw Taylor sitting on his bed hugging his knees. I feel awful! Tears filled my eyes and I walked over and sat beside him “Baby Boy?” I whispered.

Taylor: “s-sorry for being grumpy, and a-arguing” he said looking up at me. “I guess I’m just tired” he said softly. the tears that were welling up in my eyes spilled over and his eyes widened. “Daddy? Don’t cry” He said hugging me.

Dan: “I f-forgot. I’m so sorry” I said wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close. “I forgot your birthday, I got so caught up with everything happening lately with the family, and with your new baby sister, I-I feel h-horrible” I’ve never forgot any of our kid’s birthdays before... Not only did I forget his birthday, but I sent him to his room to spend it by himself because he was annoying me. “why d-didn’t you say something Taylor?” I said pulling away a little to see his face.

Taylor: “I t-thought you guys were pretending not to remember, and then you were going to surprise me when I got home or something.” He said shrugging “it’s okay though”

Dan: “Ugh I feel so bad… I am so sorry Taylor, we are the worst parents” I said looking down.

Taylor: “Daddy, it’s okay. I’m not little anymore, birthdays are more exciting for little kids…” I looked at him and shook my head no.

Dan: “Taylor, it’s your birthday, you made it through another year, it’s something worth celebrating! And I’m so much older then you, but it would make me sad if everyone forgot and I had to spend my birthday in my room alone… I’m so sorry your birthday was awful”

Taylor: “all of it wasn’t awful… Uncle Matthew woke me up last night at midnight and he told me happy birthday and gave me the best homemade gift ever, and Candy, and clothes for my baby” he said smiling “And at work today Paul brought me a cupcake that he gave me at lunch time. And he made everyone in there sing me happy birthday... it was kind of awkward” I chuckled. “So, it’s okay, don’t be sad, I’m not” the door opened and Taylor and I looked over at Deb.

Deb: “I’m soooo sorry Taylor!” she said rushing over and pulling him into a tight hug.

Taylor: “it’s okay momma”

Dan: “we will make it up to you okay? tomorrow we will do whatever you want, and we will get you some birthday gifts!”

Taylor: “mommy… Can’t breathe” Deb immediately loosened her grip on him.

Deb: “we are so sorry Taylor… We knew it was coming up, time got ahead of us”

Taylor: “it’s okay mom and dad… I get it” he said standing up. I stood up too and pulled him into a hug.

Dan: “I love you baby boy”

Taylor: “I’m not your baby boy no more daddy, I’m 19 now!” He said laughing. I groaned and pulled away

Dan: “How do we have a 19-year-old already?” I said looking at Deb, she shrugged.

Deb: “I have no idea, but you will always be our baby Taylor” he rolled his eyes.

Dan: “Yep, your mother is right. no matter how old you are, you will always be my baby boy” I said kissing his forehead. The door opened and the Jonas boys ran in and practically tackled Taylor.

Frankie: “TAYYYLOR! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

Joe: “TAYLOR YOU ONLY HAVE ONE MORE YEAR OF BEING A TEEEN!” Deb and I chuckled. And we walked out of his room.

Dan: “I can’t believe we forgot…” I said frowning, Deb nodded

Deb: “I can’t either… Paul and Denise went to go get a cake and some candles and stuff” I looked down

Dan: “I feel so bad”

Deb: “me too… but we will make it up to him” I nodded.

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Taylor’s POV:

I was wrestling with Kevin and Zac in the Livingroom when our parents came in with a cake and they started singing me happy birthday. I smiled and let go of Zac and sat up. Dad held it in front of me and I laughed. It’s a graduation cake.

Paul: “it’s all they had” he said chuckling. I blew out all 19 candles and then we went into the kitchen to get some cake and ice-cream.

Joe: “Can I have ice-cream too?”

Paul: “Nope, you are grounded from ice-cream, remember?”

Joe: “But Daaaaad! It’s a birthdayy party!” he whined.

Paul: “yeah I know, and you’re still grounded” he said dismissing his whines. Joey pouted.

Taylor: “sit with me” he nodded and we all sat at the table, Joey in my lap. And our parents were talking to each other and not really paying attention, so I quickly switched my plate with Joeys, so he had the one with the ice-cream on it. He gasped and turned to look at me with wide eyes, and I smiled and kissed his forehead

Joe: “you don’t want yours?” he whispered

Taylor: “it’s my birthday… I can get more, hurry though!” I whispered back. he smiled

Joe: “you’re one of my favoritest big brothers ever” I laughed

Taylor: “I better be! Hurry hurry!” we ate our cake and ice-cream and nobody noticed except Demi and Uncle Matt, but neither of them told on us. I know I should probably back Paul and Denise up on the boy’s punishments. But being grounded from ice-cream is silly. I opened up presents from Paul and Denise and the boys, and they got me some new clothes, and a gift card so that I could buy something I want. I got up and hugged all of them “Thank you soo much!” I said happily.

Denise: “Zac helped me pick out the clothes, do you like them?”

Taylor: “YES! Thank you! thank you Zac” I said walking over and hugging him too.

Dan: “We unfortunately haven’t got your presents yet baby” he said frowning

Taylor: “I already told you it’s okay Daddy! Don’t feel bad, I don’t need presents, I just like spending time with you all” He smiled

Dan: “what do you want to do tomorrow?”

Taylor: “sleep in… pleaseee?” I said giving him my puppy dog eyes, and pouty lip.

Dan: “you’ll have to ask your boss” he said chuckling. I went and sat in Paul’s lap.

Taylor: “Paul… can I have the day off?” I said giving him the same face I gave my dad. Paul sighed.

Paul: “I don’t know about that”

Taylor: “Pleasee? My family forgot my birthday! Don’t you feel bad for me?” I said fake pouting. Paul laughed at me

Paul: “You can have HALF of the day off… Edward’s boyfriend Sam starts working tomorrow, and I think he might be less intimidated if you were there”

Taylor: “Can I have the morning half of the day off?” I said hopeful. Paul smiled and nodded. and I threw my hands around his neck “Thank youu thank you thankkk you!”

Deb: “You are lucky baby boy; most people can’t pout and get their bosses to let them sleep in”

Taylor: “I am lucky” I said leaning against Paul’s chest.

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Dan’s POV:

it’s starting to get a little late, I know Paul and Denise will be taking the kids home soon. We spent the rest of the night doing whatever Taylor wanted to do.

Deb: “I think it’s time for some birthday spankings!”

Dan: “yep!”

Taylor: “ugghh no, I’m too old for birthday spankings”

Matt: “I got birthday spankings this year”

Taylor: “Shhh!” he said covering Matt’s mouth

Dan: “No you aren’t too old. pick somebody’s knee to lay over” Taylor groaned

Taylor: “But Uncle Matt gave me birthday spanking last night! do I have too?” he said looking at me pleadingly. I chuckled and nodded and he pouted and stood up and laid himself over Paul’s Knee. Paul adjusted him so that his bottom was sticking up in the air.

Dan: “you’re getting 19 from each person”

Taylor: “WHAAT? DAD!” he said shocked. “That’s too many!” he whined. I laughed

Dan: “I was kidding Taylor” I said walking over and smacking his bottom lightly.

Taylor: “mean” he said pouting. the family went through and each person gave him a smack, some harder than others. And Taylor of course whined and wiggled through all of them, he is embarrassed.

Taylor: “I hateee this birthday tradition” he said as we finally got to 19.

Drake: “can I give him something to grow on?” he said smiling mischievously. I nodded and drake ran over and tugged his boxers hard before Taylor could stop him, giving him a super intense wedgie. We all laughed. Usually after we give the birthday spankings we give one extra harder smack at the end to ‘grow on’ or sometimes a pinch, but Drake decided to give him a birthday Wedgie instead.  

Taylor: “OUCH! DRAKE!” He said falling off Paul’s Lap. He quickly stood up and fixed his underwear before glaring at Drake. Drake Ran over to try to hide behind me, but that didn’t stop Taylor, he is dead set on getting payback. Drake took off running but Taylor caught him and his hands quickly went for the back of drake’s underwear and he pulled hard. Drake yelped and Matthew laughed and went over and he helped Drake get away from him.

Taylor: “Soon Uncle Matt’s not going to live here anymore to protect you all the time, and I’m going to get you back for that” I chuckled and shook my head.

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NEXT DAY! Demi’s POV:

After school the house was full of people, the Jonas family is here, The davis family is here, and Edward’s boyfriend Sam, and the swift family, and some of Taylor’s other friends too. it’s really crowded in the house. But After Taylor opened his presents and everything we all came outside. Because it’s warm enough outside to have our first bonfire of the year. Plus we are having a cookout. It’s actually been a pretty good day, and I’m happy Zac is here. He treats me so much better then Jeremiah ever did. I really like him a lot. And I’m not sure if it’s weird because Paul and Denise practically adopted him… but whatever, I liked him first.

Demi: “Kevin, I need to talk to you… Can you walk inside with me please?” he nodded and he got up off the blanket on the ground and he walked inside with me.

Kevin: “is everything okay?”

Demi: “you like Rachel, huh?” I said crossing my arms. he rolled his eyes.

Kevin: “Demi, I already got permission to date her” he said trying to walk away. I grabbed his arm.

Demi: “KEVIN JONAS! I’m not done talking to you”

Kevin: “Demi let me go” he whined.

Demi: “You aren’t allowed to date her” I said sternly. letting go of his arm. He looked at me confused.

Kevin: "I can date whoever I want"

Demi: "no, you can't. I don't like her"

Kevin: "why?? She's really nice!"

Demi: "I found out today at school that she is Jeremiah's cousin…”

Kevin: “I know...”

Demi: “YOU KNEW??!? WHY ARE YOU STILL TALKING TO HER THEN?” I yelled.

Kevin: “Because she’s not him Demi… it’s not her fault she’s related to him”

Demi: “well I forbid you from dating her, or talking to her anymore”

Kevin: “You can’t do that…”

Demi: “Yes I can! I’m serious Kevin, I will hurt you if you even think about it”

Kevin: “Sissy!! She’s nothing like Jeremiah! You are judging her without getting to know her”

Demi: "I don't need to know her to know that I don't want you to have anything to do with her!"

Kevin: "she's nice though"

Demi: "so was Jeremiah... in the beginning”

Kevin: “I’m sorry Jeremiah was so awful to you Demi, but Rachel isn’t like him… please give her a chance”

Demi: “No Kevin! I don’t like her” I said crossing my arms.

Kevin: “well, I don’t care what you think, Demi” he said also crossing his arms.

Demi: “you don’t care that he raped and beat me?” I said tearing up.

Kevin: “Sissy, Of course I care about that! I am so sorry that happened to you, but just because Jeremiah is fucked up it doesn’t mean that his whole family is like that!!”

John: “Kevin Jonas… I don’t think that language is acceptable.” He said walking into the room.

Kevin: “But she’s being stupid!!”

Demi: “Kevy… I’m j-just trying to protect you! I love you so much, and I don’t want you to get hurt like I did… J-Jeremiah took everything from me Kevin… I can’t see that happen to you… I know Rachel isn’t Jeremiah, but it still scares me… please stay away from her Kevy, please?” I begged. I truly am terrified of any of my brothers or my baby sister getting hurt like I did... and I don’t trust anyone in Jeremiah’s family.

Kevin: “Well you are a moody bitch Demi! But None of the rest of us are like you! Rachel isn’t like him either!!” My lip started trembling, and unwanted tears ran down my face. John came over and grabbed Kevin’s Upper arm.

John: “Kevin! I know for a FACT that you are NOT allowed to talk that way! Especially not to your sister! APOLOGIZE to her! NOW!”

Kevin: “she’s not my sister” he mumbled. Just then my dad walked into the house.

Dan: “what’s going on? Demi, why are you crying sweetie?” she said walking over to us. I hugged him. “What happened Kevin?”

Kevin: “She told me that I’m forbidden from seeing Rachel… she can’t do that!! My parents already said I could!”

Dan: “Demi Honey, He’s getting to the age where he is going to be dating more... but its only supervised dates right now”

Demi: “She’s Jeremiah’s Cousin” I whispered. the room went silent for a few minutes because nobody ever knows what to say when I bring up Jeremiah.

John: “I heard Kevin say the F word, and I told him that language is unacceptable, and after that he called Demi stupid, and called her a Bitch, and he said she wasn’t his sister”

Kevin: “I… but… s-she” Kevin stumbled on his words as he realized how much trouble he is in now.

Dan: “Look at your sister Kevin… she’s crying because of you! why would you call her those names?... Jeremiah called her things like that” Dad said softly.

Demi: “it’s o-okay, I should h-have asked him instead of demanded him not to s-see her… I just don’t want him to get hurt” I said turning my face into my dads chest.

Kevin: “I.. I didn’t… Sissy?” I looked back over to him, and he looked really upset. John still has a tight grip on his arm, and Kevin now has tears in his eyes. “I did-didn’t I.. I’m sorry” I let go of my dad and I ran upstairs to my room.

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Kevin’s POV:

After Demi ran upstairs I tried to follow her, but John wouldn’t let me go.

Dan: “I’m VERY disappointed in you Kevin!”

John: “I’m disappointed too Kev, I thought you were a good kid” I whimpered and turned towards John and hugged him and started crying. I should never have called Demi those things.

Kevin: “I’m s-sorry”

Dan: “I need to go talk to Demi” he said leaving the room. john sighed and rubbed my back.

Kevin: “I n-n-need daddy”

John: “okay... let’s go get him” he said softly. I nodded and we walked outside. Everyone was laughing and telling stories and stuff. I looked up at John

Kevin: “he’s g-going to sp-spank me in front of e-everyone” I said biting my lip.

John: “No he won’t... just ask him to come inside” I nodded and I wiped my face and I went to walk over to my dad. But Taylor grabbed my hand as I walked by him, making me stop. I looked down at him, he is sitting on a blanket.

Taylor: “what’s wrong Kevy?” he said concerned... he could tell by looking at me that I was crying.

Kevin: “nothing” I said quietly… it’s his birthday party, I don’t want him to have to worry about me.

Taylor: “don’t lie to me” he said standing up. I pouted

Kevin: “I’m in big tr-trouble” I whispered. not wanting people to hear me. he sighed and pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head. “I n-need to get my d-dad”

Taylor: “okay... I love you kevy”

Kevin: “I l-love you t-too” he let me go and I bit my lip and walked over to my dad’s lawn chair “Daddy?”

Paul: “hmm?” he said looking up at me I climbed into his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. “what’s wrong Kevin?”

Kevin: “c-can you come in the house?”

Paul: “why?”

Kevin: “I n-need a s-sp-spanking” I said as my lip started trembling, and more tears spilled over. I hate having to ask for something that I’m so afraid of… I don’t want a spanking, but I know I am getting one, and deserve one.

Paul: “what did you do?” I looked around and I felt myself blush… I don’t want him to punish me in front of everyone. He grabbed my face and made me look at him “I asked you a question young man” he said sternly.

Kevin: “pl-please come i-inside with me d-daddy?” I begged. He sighed and let go of my face and he nodded.

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