#umm home by michael bubbles

[generallysapphic]

how you start dating shuriri headcanons (+18)

fluff and a little smut!

i’m so utterly obsessed with these two and the possibilities of a romantic relationship with them so you know i had to write it; hope you enjoy! the +18 section is marked off with its own warnings

dividers by @firefly-graphics

reader is a shy, nerdy, black femme college junior who lives in chicago

inspired by chicago by michael jackson

riri spots you first, maybe she’s visiting home and there you go looking fine as fuck and she just has to say something

y’all get to flirting and you’re really feeling her but you can’t help but wonder why she looks so familiar.. you scrap it off and get her number so y’all can keep it contact

flash forward maybe two weeks and the fucking Queen of Wakanda decides to do a tour of the new building she provided for your school and oh lord does she look great but there she is!

riri is right beside her, holding her hand laughing and joking and now you get it

the girl you met was the queen’s girlfriend!

immediately you try to text riri and tell her you’re not looking for that type of relationship, that you’re not gonna break them up and riri needs to get her shit together and leave you alone until she does so

you get left on read and can’t help but feel bad, maybe you were too harsh? whatever it doesn’t matter you’re not a home wrecker of any kind so you leave it alone

that night you’re in your dorm just listening to music and there’s a knock, because of course there is and it’s none over than

shuri oh shit

you’re immediately stammering, already apologizing “i swear to god i had no clue yall was together like for real i knew i knew her but like not like that but oh my god, if you’re mad at me or anything just like make it quick and please just feed my cat back at home” you try to get it all out before she laughs

she’s laughing that gorgeous, bubbly laugh. you’re pleading for your life and she’s laughing

“you think i’m going to kill you because you’re flirting with my girlfriend? really?”

holy shit her accent is crazy sexy because of course it is up close but you try to stay grounded in your thoughts “umm yes?”

she smiles slyly at you “you’re very beautiful i can understand why she was”

your eyes widen and now you’re really confused because what the fuck? now shes flirting with you? after finding out you might’ve been the cause of any tension at home?

“uh i umm thank you i appreciate it uhh” “it’s okay, love, riri didn’t do anything wrong nor is anyone upset with you, alright?”

the confusion is apparent on your face, “so uhh what… what now?” you ask because you really don’t fucking know

shuri smiles again , “well her invite still stands if you wish to date her, of course,” WHAT?? “but you don’t have to, obviously. however if you’re interested in me i’m open as well,”

Literally what the fuck is happening right now

“but — but you guys are—“

“together? yes we are. and we both like you, y/n”

maybe you’ve fainted and gone to heaven, maybe you passed out and this is your final dream

the queen stands in your speechlessness “hey it’s alright if you’re not interested—“

you yell to cut her of “No!! No i’m very interested! i just — i jst wasn’t expecting it is all! i mean you both .. liking me oh my god” it’s really embarrassing how much heat you can feel is on your face

shuri raises any eyebrow, “what’s not to like? i feel offended, you judging my taste?” she smirks at you and you’re giggling

“no, no my queen i would never, i’m sorry” she smiles gently, “yeah, good. so, what do you say?”

it’s literally no other answer; “yes, i’d love to go out with you both”

it’s uphill from there; shuri takes you back to the fanciest hotel you’ve literally ever been in because when the fuck chicago get fancy hotels? and riri is waiting for you both at the door

“damn finally, i was starting to think you were fucking her with me, shit” she jokes and shuri laughs but you feel heat rise to your face and your lower end but you brush it off

“i told you i’d be back, we just talked, right, y/n?”

god your name sounds heavenly on her tongue, “yeah we just talked. and im sorry riri for just assuming you was gonna cheat on the queen of wakanda or anything, i was just..”

“confused, yeah i get it, no worries.” she looks you up and down, “so, you walking in here like you said yes so i can only assume..?”

you giggle and nod your head “yes yes i said yes,” and she fists bump and looks and shuri and smiles who says “now let’s talk”

y’all talk for about three hours that (thank god you ain’t got class tomorrow) and you ask a bunch of questions, most they were expecting

“so you literally told her about me the second you got home? damn i know i’m fine but that’s actually crazy” “okay yeah yeah, no need to get all big headed i was just excited and i knew shuri would like you too, next question!” and shuri mostly laughs

you plan your first date with both of them and then your first date with each of them separately while theyre still in chicago

the group date takes place at a fancy ass restaurant you have literally never heard of, and shuri buys your outfit while riri pays for dinner

(you quickly realize that they’re the spoiling type)

it was a lovely evening that ended in cheek kisses for and from the both of them

riri’s date comes first, as she did ask you out first initially and her home town is chicago so she wants to show you some stuff you didn’t even know about

y’all go to her favorite hideout burger joint that’s placed between two walls and a bank and she introduces you to the most unhealthy burger you’ve ever eaten in your entire life. you tell her about your move to chicago and how much you want to travel but still have grounds at home. you tell her about your classes and your major and she listens to you so intensely that you try to shy up at some parts.

you split a milkshake and then walk around her favorite mall talking and kissing softly as you get to know her after the date she suggests you guys “smoke off the rest of the day” and pulls a joint from god knows where

y’all go back to the hotel to get high while shuri is still out doing tours and walkabouts

you’ve smoked maybe once or twice for real for real so most of the night is you choking and riri laughing at you and handing water and then choking herself but all in all the two of you are giggling and talking

shuri comes back later that night and sighs before making you both go to bed and stop smoking. riri kisses your “huge ass forehead” (her words) goodnight and you sleep there in your date outfit.

shuri’s date happens three days later, two days before they have to leave. she takes you to an art museum one so huge that you’re sure most of was just fake paintings they made to fill in the space

y’all work around talk about your career goals and your life up until this point and a little of what you told riri the previous date. much like riri shuri is staring into you and listening like your preaching gospel and you get shy again before she encourages you some more

you eat at a seafood place that shuri booked all out just for you and the date so you guys could have some privacy “i don’t like people in my business” she states when you see the empty restaurant “the world nearly crumbled to pieces when it was revealed riri and i were together, and i can not doubt they would harass you as well.”

she’s too thoughtful you think and it makes you blush, “yeah that makes sense”

you talk some more before the night is over and she escorts you back to the hotel.

even though you know you’re rushing, the wine in your veins makes you bold and once youre back with both of them at the hotel, you blurt out “so how are we supposed to have sex?”

and it’s so embarrassing because you did not mean for that to sound the way it did, riri is laughing her ass off and shuri is staring at you incredulously

and you start rambling again “no wait , oh my god why did i say that? um i meant like, fuck, you know like y’all been together so y’all know each other but like me i don’t really get out out yknow? like i had like one girl i was messing with for real but she was just as inexperienced as i was so..”

riri is still dying on the floor and shuri chuckles before calming you down with her hands on your arms, rubbing up and down “calm down, alright? we can talk about that, right now if you want, but don’t stress out, understood?”

ahh she likes to be dominant. okay that’s cool “yeah yeah, i get it, totally” you mumble out

riri sighs wiping the tears from her eyes as she gets up from the floor, hoodie wrinkled and shorts barely visible, “oh my god that was funny as fuck holy shit,”

“before we talk about anything let’s get undressed, hmm?” you look at shuri with wide eyes and riri laughs again and shuri sighs. “no y/n we’re not doing anything tonight, stay with me”

right right yeah okay “shit right okay”

once you’re in your pajamas (one of shuris hoodies and some loose pants) y’all sit in a circle and riri cuts on some music just to ease some tension

(+18 section below!!!)

praise kink, bullying kink, talk of dom/sub relationships, use of pet names, dom!shuri, switch!riri, switch!reader, talk of sex, no actual sex (i’ll write some soon!)

riri starts, just as bold as she was when she came up to you that fateful day, “so what do you like? or do you want us to go first?”

you shy up again, “umm no you guys can go first”

and she smirks “well i’m a switch just to get it out of the way. i don’t mind bottoming i just don’t do it often, i really only did for shuri for real”

oh shit just right into it, huh?

“and i don’t bottom at all” shuri pipes in, staring directly into your eyes, “i suppose that’s dominant, right? but i’m not opposed to certain touches”

fuck fuck fuck , you sit cross cross to hide your arousal “um i guess i’m a switch, but i like bottoming more i think”

“yeah you look like it” riri says looking at her purse and you blush, did you really? before you respond riri gets up and sparks another blunt (because of course she does) and continues, “that’s really another reason i came up to you because you look like you listen well, and like it’s really obvious you got something going on with being told what to do, right?”

“i— i mean i guess,” shuri chimes in again “don’t you?”

her eye contact is dangerous and something makes you feel like you have to answer her “yes. yes i do.

they both smirk, “got it,” riri says confidently

oh fuck you just completely outed yourself huh?

“what ..” you clear your throat “what else do you guys like?”

“obedience” shuri says while riri says “brat”

you look between them, “okay which means..?”

shuri starts, her accent cutting the air like butter, “i need you to listen to me, that’s really it. whatever i say goes according to your limits and of course we’ll have a safe word but i don’t fuck around with what’s mine,”

jesus fucking christ . you look at riri who starts “i like brats. bold as fuck i like knocking you down a peg. that’s why im a switch because if you can tell me what to do i’ll listen, but if not then, well” she shrugs and smokes a bit

“and you, love?” shuri asks and you’re looking at her with wide eyes, “what do you want from us?”

you think for a bit and try to settle the pulsing you feel downstairs. “umm i like when i get told what to do, so like both of what you guys said. i like being ..” you sigh before you admit it “like umm lightly bullied? if that makes sense and i like when i’m on top, like physically.”

you add in “and i like to listen. so i get praised. so like . a praise kink. yeah”

you end it there before you feel like your face will melt and it’s quiet until shuri laughs and says “i can work with that”

you perk up, “yeah?”

she smiles back “yeah. you riri?”

riri, now high as fuck, nods along “yeah i’m good, just horny as hell though” she says it so causally and you laugh at her boldness

“yes that was bound to happen, but it’s been a long day and we need to pack tomorrow. y/n are you spending the night?”

riri gets up to get water and you look and shuri and nod, “yeah, yeah i can stay”

she smiles back “good. bed then, yeah?” there she is again making demands

you blindly follow, “okay,”

(+18 plus section over!)

the next morning is full of being kissed and packing; they’re both very grateful for you opening up last night and you can tell they mean it when they say ‘thank you’ when you do anything

though their trip is coming to an end, they make plans to be back and see you in two weeks once your finals are over and you can visit wakanda for an extended time

you’re given your very own pair of kimiyo beads before they head off with the dora milaje right behind them

shuri lifts your chin and kisses you goodbye “goodbye love,” she says it in xhosa and you absolutely melt and say bye back

riri hugs you tightly and kisses all over your face until she stops on your mouth and nearly knocks you over “bye baby, we’ll be back okay?”

you’re giggling still a little dizzy “hehe bye riri,”

you wave to them both before the ship doors close and it begins to hover slightly

while waving your kimoyo beads go off and it’s a text from riri “please back up girl this shit is about to take off fr ;)” and your eyes widen and you back away as far as possible, still waving

once the ship is out of your eyesight you sigh and ask the griot in your beads to set an alarm for 15 days and 3 hours

Anndddd finished i hope you guys enjoyed and sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes!

send in any requests!

[angelhummel]

once again i spent hours of my life answering >5000 questions in order to sort almost all of the glee songs ever (there’s 683 songs in the sorter when there’s over 700 on the show) anyway if you wanna see my rankings for those then check it out <3 [also here’s the sorter!]

1 Being Alive 2 Rose's Turn 3 Baby, It's Cold Outside 4 Le Jazz Hot 5 Maybe This Time 6 And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going 7 Come What May 8 To Sir, With Love 9 As If We Never Said Goodbye 10 Valerie 11 Somewhere Only We Know 12 Cough Syrup 13 Teenage Dream 14 Not The Boy Next Door 15 It's Too Late 16 It's My Life / Confessions Part II 17 Start Me Up / Livin' On A Prayer 18 When I Get You Alone 19 The Happening 20 The Boy Is Mine 21 Home 22 Don't You Want Me 23 How Will I Know 24 Bad Romance 25 Not While I'm Around 26 Scream 27 Shake It Out 28 On My Own 29 Hate On Me 30 Bills, Bills, Bills 31 4 Minutes 32 True Colors 33 There Are Worse Things I Could Do 34 Go Your Own Way 35 Jessie's Girl 36 Proud Mary 37 Tongue Tied 38 Last Christmas 39 Somebody Loves You 40 Back To Black 41 Sweet Transvestite 42 For Good 43 At The Ballet 44 Gloria 45 Blame It (On The Alcohol) 46 Like A Prayer 47 So Emotional 48 Misery 49 Nasty / Rhythm Nation 50 Toxic 51 Don't Speak 52 Born This Way 53 Dog Days Are Over 54 Defying Gravity 55 Last Name 56 Womanizer 57 I Will Always Love You 58 Broadway Baby 59 The Lady Is A Tramp 60 I'm A Slave 4 U 61 Centerfold / Hot In Herre 62 Thriller / Heads Will Roll 63 Bust Your Windows 64 Candyman 65 Brave 66 Boys / Boyfriend 67 The Scientist 68 The Scientist (Acapella) 69 Dream On 70 Hey Jude 71 I Lived 72 I'm Still Here 73 I Believe In A Thing Called Love 74 Me Against The Music 75 Like A Virgin 76 My Man 77 Everybody Wants To Rule The World 78 I Have Nothing 79 Blackbird 80 Got To Get You Into My Life 81 Animal 82 3 83 I Follow Rivers 84 Just The Way You Are 85 Constant Craving 86 Don't Stop Me Now 87 Hung Up 88 Let's Have A Kiki 89 Love Shack 90 Marry The Night 91 Hit Me With Your Best Shot / One Way Or Another 92 It's Not Right, But It's Okay 93 I Want To Hold Your Hand 94 All You Need Is Love 95 Getting Married Today 96 Don't Rain On My Parade 97 Don't Stop Believin' (Regionals) 98 We've Got Tonite 99 Smooth Criminal 100 Uptown Girl 101 Sway 102 If I Die Young 103 No One Is Alone 104 Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee 105 No Scrubs 106 Mamma Mia 107 Papa Don't Preach 108 Teenage Dream (Acoustic Version) 109 Santa Baby 110 We Found Love 111 Roar 112 She's Not There 113 Spotlight 114 The Way You Look Tonight/You're Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile 115 Some Nights 116 Rumour Has It / Someone Like You 117 You Make Me Feel So Young 118 You Keep Me Hangin' On 119 I'll Stand By You (Amber) 120 Hand In My Pocket / I Feel The Earth Move 121 Crazy / U Drive Me Crazy 122 Funny Girl 123 Cold Hearted 124 Keep Holding On 125 Bye Bye Bye / I Want It That Way 126 I Know Where I've Been 127 I Kissed A Girl (Season Six) 128 Hopelessly Devoted To You 129 Homeward Bound / Home 130 Into The Groove 131 Hold On 132 Tell Him 133 Nutbush City Limits 134 Because You Loved Me 135 Perfect 136 Cherish / Cherish 137 Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah) 138 Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead 139 You Are The Sunshine Of My Life 140 Tik Tok 141 The Safety Dance 142 Oops!... I Did It Again 143 Run Joey Run 144 Time Warp 145 Something's Coming 146 Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go 147 The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face 148 Vogue 149 Downtown 150 Diva 151 Dancing With Myself 152 Rockstar 153 Wrecking Ball 154 We Are Young 155 I Saw Her Standing There 156 Jumpin', Jumpin' 157 Just Can't Get Enough 158 Take Me To Church 159 Wannabe 160 It's All Over 161 Take Me Home Tonight 162 If I Were A Boy 163 Landslide 164 Pompeii 165 The Bitch Is Back / Dress You Up 166 Christmas Wrapping 167 Buenos Aires 168 Call Me Maybe 169 You Can't Stop The Beat 170 Seasons Of Love 171 Safety Dance 172 Dream A Little Dream 173 Alfie 174 I Want To Break Free 175 Baby One More Time 176 A House Is Not A Home 177 Daydream Believer 178 I Don't Know How To Love Him 179 Hungry Like The Wolf / Rio 180 Suddenly Seymour 181 People 182 Silly Love Songs 183 Love Song 184 Shout It Out Loud 185 Some People 186 One Of Us 187 Sing! 188 Up Up Up 189 Torn 190 Popular 191 This Is The New Year 192 Paradise By The Dashboard Light 193 Let It Snow 194 Let It Be 195 Never Can Say Goodbye 196 Touch A Touch A Touch A Touch Me 197 La Isla Bonita 198 Tightrope 199 My Love Is Your Love 200 Love Is A Battlefield 201 Losing My Religion 202 Total Eclipse Of The Heart 203 This Time 204 I Dreamed A Dream 205 Leaving On A Jet Plane 206 Locked Out Of Heaven 207 Chandelier 208 Girl On Fire 209 Telephone 210 Don't Cry For Me Argentina 211 Human Nature 212 Halo / Walking On Sunshine 213 Anything Goes / Anything You Can Do 214 Make You Feel My Love 215 Stronger 216 Nowadays / Hot Honey Rag 216 Pumpin' Blood 218 Papa Can You Hear Me? 219 Summer Nights 220 Sweet Caroline 221 Superstition 222 We Will Rock You 223 Alone 224 Hello, I Love You 225 Against All Odds (Take A Look At Me Now) 226 A Hard Day's Night 227 Mine 228 My Prerogative 229 Beauty School Drop Out 230 My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It) 231 Extraordinary Merry Christmas 232 Every Breath You Take 233 Express Yourself 234 Everybody Talks 235 Everytime 236 Marry You 237 Moves Like Jagger / Jumpin' Jack Flash 238 My Favorite Things 239 Santa Claus Is Coming To Town 240 River Deep, Mountain High 241 My Life Would Suck Without You 242 Be Okay 243 Applause 244 Cool 245 All I Want For Christmas Is You 246 American Boy 247 Cell Block Tango 248 Breakaway 249 Don't Dream It's Over 250 Let Me Love You (Until You Learn To Love Yourself) 251 Whatever Happened To Saturday Night? 252 Without You 253 Science Fiction Double Feature 254 Loser Like Me 255 I Kissed A Girl 256 I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How To Dance With You 257 I Can't Go For That (No Can Do) / You Make My Dreams 258 Don't Stop Believin' (Season 5) 259 Empire State Of Mind 260 Old Time Rock & Roll / Danger Zone 261 Take My Breath Away 262 You Get What You Give 263 Take On Me 264 Beautiful 265 It's Time 266 ABC 267 Afternoon Delight 268 Don't Stand So Close To Me / Young Girl 269 Don't Stop Believin' (Season 1) 270 Colorblind 271 Cool Kids 272 Dancing Queen 273 Songbird 274 Somebody That I Used To Know 275 Singing In The Rain / Umbrella 276 I Feel Pretty / Unpretty 277 Borderline / Open Your Heart 278 In My Life 279 I'm Still Standing 280 Blow Me (One Last Kiss) 281 Do Ya Think I'm Sexy? 282 Do They Know It's Christmas? 283 Mustang Sally 284 Pinball Wizard 285 Anything Could Happen 286 America 287 Any Way You Want It 288 Higher Ground 289 Flashdance... What A Feeling 290 My Life 291 Let It Go 292 If I Can't Have You 293 L-O-V-E 294 Closer 295 Addicted To Love 296 Heroes 297 A Boy Like That 298 Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend / Material Girl 299 Holding Out For A Hero 300 Dinosaur 301 Disco Inferno 302 Party All The Time 303 Raise Your Glass 304 Push It 305 Lean On Me 306 Pure Imagination 307 Lovefool 308 Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin' 309 Americano / Dance Again 310 All Of Me 311 At Last 312 Promises, Promises 313 Hair / Crazy In Love 314 Happy Xmas (War Is Over) 315 Chasing Pavements 316 Don't You (Forget About Me) 317 Love Child 318 School's Out 319 Poker Face 320 Boogie Shoes 321 Bootylicious 322 I Love New York / New York, New York 323 One Less Bell To Answer 324 Signed, Sealed, Delivered I'm Yours 325 Rehab 326 I Don't Want To Know 327 Shout 328 I'm The Greatest Star 329 I Love It 330 Never Say Never 331 Juke Box Hero 332 One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer 333 Glad You Came 334 For Once In My Life 335 Here Comes The Sun 336 Baby It's You 337 Drive My Car 338 Last Friday Night 339 Roots Before Branches 340 The Only Exception 341 Survivor / I Will Survive 342 All Or Nothing 343 Time After Time 344 You're The One That I Want 345 Yeah! 346 Starships 347 You've Got To Hide Your Love Away 348 Story Of My Life 349 Something 350 We Need A Little Christmas 351 Gold Digger 352 Beth 353 Fighter 354 Forget You 355 How To Be A Heartbreaker 356 Get Back 357 Love You Like A Love Song 358 There's A Light (Over At The Frankenstein Place) 359 We Got The Beat 360 Make 'Em Laugh 361 Sing 362 U Can't Touch This 363 Try A Little Tenderness 364 Pony 365 On Our Way 366 Lucky Star 367 Loser 368 Over The Rainbow 369 Outcast 370 Stop! In The Name Of Love / Free Your Mind 371 What Makes You Beautiful 372 Will You Love Me Tomorrow / Head Over Feet 373 Wide Awake 374 Wishin' And Hoping 375 Yesterday 376 Out Here On My Own 377 You're All The World To Me 378 Somethin' Stupid 379 Someday We'll Be Together 380 River 381 The Longest Time 382 Somebody To Love 383 The Edge Of Glory 384 The Most Wonderful Day Of The Year 385 Lucky 386 Memory 387 Mary's Boy Child 388 Longest Time 389 My Dark Side 390 Taking Chances 391 The First Noël 392 Smile 393 Celebrity Skin 394 All That Jazz 395 A Thousand Years 396 Big Girls Don't Cry 397 Ain't No Way 398 Don't Sleep In The Subway 399 Doo Wop (That Thing) 400 Don't Stop 401 Uptight (Everything's Alright) 402 New York State Of Mind 403 Turning Tables 404 Vacation 405 Fire 406 Hold It Against Me 407 I've Gotta Be Me 408 Endless Love 409 Run The World (Girls) 410 Saving All My Love For You 411 Give Up The Funk 412 I Am Changing 413 I Melt With You 414 I Could Have Danced All Night 415 Fat Bottomed Girls 416 Hot For Teacher 417 Never Going Back Again 418 Imagine 419 Jolene 420 Arthur's Theme 421 Damn It, Janet 422 Control 423 Barracuda 424 Copacabana 425 Barely Breathing 426 I Look To You 427 Come Sail Away 428 Jump 429 Clarity 430 Friday I'm In Love 431 Jar Of Hearts 432 It's Not Unusual 433 Footloose 434 Here Comes Santa Claus 435 Happy Days Are Here Again / Get Happy 436 Help! 437 Greased Lightning 438 Hell To The No 439 All Out Of Love 440 (You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman 441 Candles 442 All By Myself 443 Hello Goodbye 444 It's A Man's Man's Man's World 445 I Say A Little Prayer 446 It Must Have Been Love 447 Just Give Me A Reason 448 Come See About Me 449 Born To Hand Jive 450 I Want To Know What Love Is 451 I Wish 452 I'll Remember 453 Get It Right 454 (I've Had) The Time Of My Life 455 I'll Stand By You (Cory) 456 Forever Young 457 A Change Would Do You Good 458 Smile (Charlie Chaplin song) 459 Best Day Of My Life 460 An Innocent Man 461 Dreams 462 All About That Bass 463 Home (originally by Michael Bublé) 464 Black Or White 465 Baby 466 Bad 467 Problem 468 Oh Chanukah 469 What Kind Of Fool 470 Wings 471 You're My Best Friend 472 You're All I Need To Get By 473 White Christmas 474 Whenever I Call You Friend 475 Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' 476 What Doesn't Kill You (Stronger) 477 Wedding Bell Blues 478 More Than A Feeling 479 More Than A Woman 480 Our Day Will Come 481 P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) 482 Here's To Us 483 Honesty 484 Hall Of Fame 485 It's All Coming Back To Me Now 486 Teach Your Children 487 Night Fever 488 What The World Needs Now 489 Listen 490 Let Me Love You 491 Live While We're Young 492 Light Up The World 493 Trouty Mouth 494 Werewolves Of London 495 Kiss 496 Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 497 Movin' Out (Anthony's Song) 498 Mickey 499 Mean 500 Mercy 501 Merry Christmas Darling 502 Let's Wait Awhile 503 Man In The Mirror 504 Rather Be 505 Rise 506 Good Vibrations 507 Faithfully 508 Firework 509 How Deep Is Your Love 510 Fix You 511 Fire And Rain 512 Give Your Heart A Break 513 Rockin' Around The Christmas Tree 514 Little Girls 515 Cry 516 Bust A Move 517 Bridge Over Troubled Water 518 Bring Him Home 519 Cheek To Cheek 520 Break Free 521 As Long As You're There 522 Big Ass Heart 523 Bitch 524 Bamboleo / Hero 525 Away In A Manger 526 Deck The Rooftop 527 Christmas Eve With You 528 Angels We Have Heard On High 529 Creep 530 Crush 531 Make No Mistake, She's Mine 532 Lose My Breath 533 Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee (Reprise) 534 What I Did For Love 535 Wake Me Up 536 Thousand Miles 537 Take A Bow 538 Still Got Tonight 539 The Music Of The Night 540 Stereo Hearts 541 The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late) 542 Take Me Or Leave Me 543 I'm The Only One 544 Isn't She Lovely 545 I Just Can't Stop Loving You 546 I'll Never Fall In Love Again 547 Unchained Melody 548 You're A Mean One, Mr. Grinch 549 You Have More Friends Than You Know 550 You Should Be Dancing 551 I'm His Child 552 You Learn / You've Got A Friend 553 Somewhere 554 So Far Away 555 Uptown Funk 556 The Winner Takes It All 557 They Long To Be Close To You 558 Tonight 559 Being Good Isn't Good Enough 560 You May Be Right 561 To Love You More 562 Don't Wanna Lose You 563 Do You Hear What I Hear? 564 Ice Ice Baby 565 Don't Go Breaking My Heart 566 Don't Make Me Over 567 I Won't Give Up 568 I'll Be Home For Christmas 569 I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For 570 I Still Believe / Super Bass 571 I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me) 572 I Want You Back 573 Father Figure 574 Everybody Hurts 574 Gangnam Style 576 We Are The Champions 577 Stayin' Alive 578 Superman 579 The Rose 580 Don't Stop Believin' (Rachel) 581 Fly / I Believe I Can Fly 582 Gives You Hell 583 I Love L.A. 584 Mr. Roboto / Counting Stars 585 O Holy Night 586 Only The Good Die Young 587 One 588 Silent Night 589 Piano Man 590 Sexy And I Know It 591 Sgt. Pepper's Lonley Hearts Club Band 592 Pretending 593 Physical 594 Danny's Song 595 Stand 596 The Final Countdown 597 You Can't Always Get What You Want 598 You Are Woman, I Am Man 599 You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin' 600 Your Song 601 Say 602 No Air 603 Need You Now 604 No Surrender 605 Piece Of My Heart 606 Thong Song 607 Blurred Lines 608 Another One Bites The Dust 609 I Was Here 610 Bella Notte 611 I Know What Boys Like 612 God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen 613 Glory Days 614 Friday 615 More Than Words 616 Waiting For A Girl Like You 617 Welcome Christmas 618 You Spin Me Round (Like A Record) 619 You Give Love A Bad Name 620 We Built This City 621 Whistle 622 Who Are You Now? 623 You And I / You And I 624 Take Care Of Yourself 625 Tell Me Something Good 626 The Rain In Spain 627 Can't Fight This Feeling 628 Jingle Bell Rock 629 In Your Eyes 630 Hello 631 Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life) 632 I Only Have Eyes For You 633 Jingle Bells 634 Joy To The World 635 I Wanna Sex You Up 636 Fight For Your Right (To Party) 637 Feliz Navidad 638 I'm So Excited 639 Uninvited 640 The Living Years 641 The Fox (What Does The Fox Say?) 642 O Christmas Tree 643 One Love (People Get Ready) 644 Ohio 645 Only Child 646 Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen, Hello Love 647 My Sharona 648 Dance The Night Away 649 Poison 650 My Cup 651 Not The End 652 What It Feels Like For A Girl 653 Listen To Your Heart 654 Little Drummer Boy 655 One Hand, One Heart 656 Bein' Green 657 Big Spender 658 Billionaire 659 Ben 660 Gimme More 661 Burning Up 662 Hey Ya! 663 Hey, Soul Sister 664 Baby Got Back 665 Blue Christmas 666 Bohemian Rhapsody 667 Far From Over 668 The Trolley Song 669 Starlight Express 670 Whip It 671 You're The Top 672 Red Solo Cup 673 Next To Me 674 Rolling In The Deep 675 Rainbow Connection 676 La Cucaracha 677 (You're) Having My Baby 678 A Little Less Conversation 679 Happy 680 Highway To Hell 681 Same Love 682 Rock Lobster 683 Girls Just Want To Have Fun

[corabbit]

Facing Your Fears

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TW: soft vore

Notes: it’s the friendly giant Wilbur and Ranboo noms I promised! I’m sorry they’re unedited but I hope you still enjoy :D

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“Ranboo, you home?”

Wilbur looked into the den where a pulsing fire lit up the walls. The giant’s heavy breaths shook the walls, but he didn’t respond.

Maybe it was good he was sleeping, Wilbur’s mused, it meant he had a chance to back down.

“Ranboo!” Wilbur called out again and this time the giant shifted in his sleep, one of his ears peeking up at the noise. Not long after a loud squeak came from somewhere within Ranboo’s arms and a tiny head poked out.

“Hey Michael,” Wilbur grinned.

The piglin squeaked again happily and tried to squeeze his way out of his fathers grip, but everytime he moved giant hands pulled him back.

“What?” The giant grumbled as one green eye blinked open, “Michael? Huh?”

Ranboo shifted and Wilbur had to resist the urge to flinch away. He had gotten much more comfortable with the giant after months of seeing him but sometimes he couldn’t help the fear that bubbled up in his chest. However he didn’t have much time to think before the squeaking piglin escaped the giants arms and rushed at him.

“Hey king,” Wilbur chuckled as he scooped the boy into his arms. Immediately the kid squealed and wrapped his arms around his necks, his tiny tusks poked into Wilbur’s shoulder.

“Oh- Wilbur hi,” Ranboo’s voice immediately softened, “Is anyone else here?”

Wilbur shot the giant a nervous smile and shrugged, “Uh no, just me. Cant I say hi?”

“Yeah it’s no problem, but um it’s just unusual. It’s nothing wrong, but why?” Ranboo reassured as he lowered his head in the way he always did around wilbur. He always looked so anxious around him, like he was trying his best to not appear so big.

Wilbur hummed and nervously pulled at the few strands of hair loose near his forehead. His dad had always told him to stop doing that since he would end up pulling out his hair, but he couldn’t help it.

“Just wanted to talk to you bout something,” he hummed, placing the piglin back on the ground to run to the giant, “Is that okay?”

“Yeah of course,” Ranboo nodded, “What is it?”

The giant’s tail swept across the floor slowly, occasionally curling around one of his legs. Wilbur hated that he only did that around him. He was glad the giant was careful around him, but he didn’t like how skittish he always seemed. Wilbur didn’t like feeling like an intrusion in Ranboo’s den just because he was afraid.

“I know that you’ve umm…eaten…my brothers before,” Wilbur swallowed uncomfortably. His chest felt unreasonably right even though he’d rehearsed this hours before.

Immediately Ranboo tensed up. The giant’s pupils narrowed and his mouth slammed shut.

“Wait Wilbur I can explain-”

“Do it to me,” Wilbur whispered.

It was barely louder than Michael’s squeals but it made the giant freeze, his mouth still open.

“What?”

“You fucking heard me,” Wilbur flushed and shoved his hands into his pockets, “I want you to do that to me.”

“But you-” Ranboo shook his head and reached out to pick up Wilbur, “Why would you want that? Not to be rude, but you’re still afraid of me. It’s very obvious.”

Wilbur nodded and slowly stepped into the giants palm. He gasped as the hand slowly pulled him up, but he did his best to not move.

“I know that’s why I want you to,” Wilbur carefully stood up so he was face to face with the giant. His breath caught in his throat as two enormous eyes stared at him.

“But Wil-” Ranboo frowned, trying not to open his mouth enough to show his teeth.

“It’s safe isn’t it?” Wilbur asked sternly, “It must be if Tubbo and Tommy are fine yeah?”

“Well yeah it’s- it’s safe,” Ranboo squinted, “But I’m not going to- Wilbur you flinched when I picked you up. I’m not going to swallow you.”

Wilbur glared and searched his brain for any way to get what he wanted. A couple stray thoughts told him that Ranboo was probably right. He was terrified, and being swallowed wouldn’t help. But Wilbur was determined, he wanted to beat his own fearsz

“You don’t have to. If you really don’t want to,” Wilbur frowned, finally look Ranboo directly in the eye, “But I want you to do it.”

Ranboo took a deep breath before nodding at the human. The movement shook Wilbur a little bit, but before he could fall giant fingers caught him.

“Fine, but if you want me to stop you have to tell me,” Ranboo muttered, “I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

Wilbur smiled and nodded enthusiastically at the giant. It didn’t stop the dread settling in his chest, but it helped him feel a bit safer. He knew Ranboo wouldn’t hurt him. If he wanted to he would have months ago.

“Are you ready?” Ranboo whispered.

Wilbur nodded and before he could steady himself Ranboo’s fingers wrapped around his chest. He snapped his eyes shut as he was moved, and after a few seconds he was still again.

“Still good?” Ranboo hummed, and this time Wilbur could feel the warmth of his breath.

Wilbur slowly opened his eyes and was met by Ranboo’s mouth directly in front of him. He tried to speak but he could barely make a sound so he settled for a nod.

“Okay I’m going to be slow,” Ranboo reassured him as he bumped his nose against Wilbur’s chest, “Tell me to stop if you want me to.”

Wilbur nodded quicker this time, ready to get it over with. Cautiously, Ranboo’s mouth gaped open and Wilbur had to refrain from flinching away from his massive teeth. The warmth from his mouth was almost overwhelming due to how close it was.

Wilbur watched with wide eyes as he was brought closer and closer to his friends maw until he was only a foot away. If he wanted he could reach out and touch the giant’s massive fangs.

Ranboo’s finger prodded his back comfortingly before Wilbur was being maneuvered over the giant’s massive tongue. Instinctively, he tried to pull away from his friend’s mouth, terrible memories flashing through his mind.

“Are you okay?” Ranboo asked, “I can stop now.”

Wilbur shook his head and tried to steady himself. He took a deep breath, letting it fill up his lungs all the way before exhaling. He imagined that all his nerves exited with his breath just like Techno had told him to when they were younger, but it didn’t help too much.

After a few more seconds Wilbur nodded uncertainly, “Go on,”

Ranboo hummed and moved wilbur closer until he was hovering over the giants tongue, the roof of his mouth dripping with wet saliva.

The muscle beneath him was almost quadruple Wilbur’s own height. Not only that, but the change in temperature was almost overwhelming inside the giants mouth. Even though his jaws were still wide open the heat from his tongue washed over him like a sauna.

Wilbur yelped as he was suddenly dropped down onto the wet muscle. Almost immediately, the giant’s tongue rubbed against him questioningly. He dug his nails into his palms to stop himself from screaming and patted the giant’s tongue in reassurance.

However as soon as the giant moved again wilbur felt his body shudder with panic. His breathing quickened in fear as giant teeth closed behind him, shrouding him in darkness. All he could sense was Ranboo’s mouth all around him with its wet sticky heat and sharp predatory teeth.

He was going to die, his mind screamed, He was going to be torn apart.

It was only when he felt the giant purr again that he calmed down. He wasn’t being killed- the teeth weren’t tearing into him and Ranboo was completely still. Even the tongue under him was frozen except for when it occasionally pushing him upwards so that the giant could swallow his spit.

“You can go,” Wilbur joked nervously, “You can go now I’m fine.”

Ranboo hummed around him, and Wilbur swore his whole body shook. It was so much different than when the giant purred while just holding him. It was like the vibrations were going straight through his blood.

Slowly he felt the tongue under him shift him backwards. The wet muscle gently nudged him until he was right next to the giants throat. Ranboo hummed again and this time wilbur patted the tongue in approval.

He could do this. He could do this, he repeated over and over in his head.

Ranboo purred again and this time when he went to swallow he let Wilbur’s legs reach his throat. The muscles tugged against him and all of a sudden he was being pulled down. The even warmer muscles of his throat almost felt like a hug and as much as Wilbur was terrified he felt strangely calm.

For a second he stopped, only halfway stuck in the giants throat until he swallowed again. This time he was tugged into complete darkness as soft muscles pushed and pulled against him.

It was a strange feeling but not entirely bad.

“Still okay?” Ranboo’s voice boomed around him.

Wilbur struggled against the giants throat to free his hands before rubbing against the muscles. He still couldn’t catch his breath well enough to talk, but he hoped the touch would be enough.

A rumbling purr shook through Wilbur’s body while he was pulled even farther past the giants heart. If he focused he could also just barely feel the pressure of fingertips pressed against his body from the outside.

Only a few seconds later Wilbur felt the muscles around him open up before he was dropped down into a smaller space. It was warm and dark but not as wet as the giants mouth. If anything it felt almost like a pile of soft blankets.

“How are you?” Ranboo’s voice boomed all around him, “Are you okay? I can let you out if you need me to.”

Wilbur inhaled sharply at the reminder of where he was, but he found he wasn’t nervous anymore. Even knowing he was inside a giant- that he had been eaten- he felt calm.

“I’m okay,” Wilbur sighed and for the first time he really meant it, “It’s kinda nice honestly.”

Ranboo purred around him again and the muscles underneath Wilbur vibrates against his body. It felt so nice wilbur couldn’t help but lean into it.

“Oh- well I’m glad,” Ranboo mumbled, “Just let me know when you want out okay?”

“Yeah of course.”

Wilbur exhaled and leaned all his weight into the plush muscles underneath him. He felt himself sink down a bit, and after a few seconds the cavern shrunk around him. The warmth almost reminded him of when he was little and would make blanket forts with his mom. They’d pile up tons of blankets, so he could burrow his way inside of them.

He could see now why his brothers sought this out so often. Yawning, he stretched his arms out above him and curled up on his side to fall asleep. Meanwhile, Ranboo laid back on the den floor, a hand resting carefully over the human in his chest.

[newtonsheffield]

Hey, Hello, Hi.

Not a single person has asked for this, but occasionally a gal needs to further her own agenda.

You know what I'm talking about. Yes, It's my Gregory Bridgerton is a sweet boi and Lucy Abernathy is a lucky bitch™️ Agenda.

Here's just Gregory Bridgerton being a sweetheart.

@aspoonfuloffiction I know this is a special interest of yours, so if you want it here it is.

Gregory Bridgerton had never been more happy in his life than when Lucy Abernathy had agreed to be his girlfriend. Well, he hadn't really asked her, but he had told her he loved her, and then she'd called herself his girlfriend and that counted for something right? The problem was, he also felt, perhaps just a smidgeon guilty. Because she'd told him, while her cheeks flushed that she realised that she was in love with him in November. Ten whole months ago. And she had listened to him whine and complain that Hermione wasn't in love with him. Jesus she'd even helped him, or tried. Apparently he was beyond even her, very capable help. So really, wha this all boiled down too was that he, Gregory George Bridgerton, was going to try for the very first time in his life, to be perfect. Because it was what Lucy Abernathy damn well deserved.

So for the first few weeks of their relationship, he put away his star wars bowties, and bought a set of plain, pinstripe neckties that he'd seen Michael Stirling wear in a GQ shoot. He hid his popculture tshirts, and he bought a set of plain lacoste sneakers, his colourful, limited edition ones staying put on the shelf. He was going to be the kind of man that Lucy looked like she belonged with. Someone who had their life together.

He made her breakfast in the morning, omelettes, and french toast, and breakfast muffins, and when they hadn't spent the night together, he rushed to work early and met her in the carpark scanning for her Mercedes, pastry in hand. And she always looked so surprised, her eyes widening a little, her lips soft against his cheek. "I think I'll keep you, Greg." And God, he hoped she would.

He'd also decided that good boyfriend's gave their girlfriend's flowers. He knew that Anthony bought Kate a bouquet of tulips every Saturday, a handwritten dedication, and she loved it. They always made her smile, proudly displayed in their living room for the coming week. And yes, perhaps it was a little undignified that he'd shuffled into his mother's kitchen less than a day into his relationship, his fists clenched by his side and said "Umm Mum? What kind of flowers do girls like?" causing her head to practically spin off her shoulders her voice a little disappointed when she said "I'm sure I don't know what Hermione would want." Gregory had felt his eyebrows raise in surprise, a little for the bitterness but mostly for the fact that Kate hadn't immediately told her. "Umm actually, they're for Lucy?" His mother squealed in delight drowning out the rest of his statement "She and I... well she's my girlfriend." Finding himself wrapped in her arms seconds later. And an hour later, he had left the Florist with a bouquet of peonies in his hand, heading home to wait for Lucy. His mother had been right, as unfortunately, she usually was. Lucy had regarded him carefully at first, her eyes shining a little when she took them from him her voice very soft. "They're beautiful." "Mmm almost as beautiful as you." And maybe it was worth the 45 minutes of interrogation he'd endured from his mother and Hyacinth for the way she'd smiled at him.

And that really, was it's own separate thing. Lucy Abernathy, was absolutely stunning, every minute of every day. He'd been such an idiot, not to see how beautiful she was. And honestly, it cost him nothing to tell her. He told her when he woke up next to her, her hair spilling over his chest in a tangled array, when she got dressed and stood over the sink eating her breakfast, when they were in the lift at work, when they ate lunch together, when they ate dinner together, a constant shower of You're so beautiful La la la Lucy falling against her skin. Because she was, and he doubted that she heard it anywhere near as much as she deserved to.

So yes, he was trying, really very hard. And it was working, Lucy seemed so exuberantly happy, and he was as well. Blissfully, perfectly happy. Though of course, because she was Lucy, she noticed. She'd found his drawer of shirts first, and the entire mess had unraveled. The truth falling from his lips, how he'd been a little embarrassed because she was so perfect and he was just him. And he could barely stand to look at her afterwards, fighting the urge to flee. And then again, because she was Lucy, and she was perfect, she didn't care. "I think you're absolutely adorable." Her lips brushing his lightly, and Gregory's heart fluttered stupidly, his ears burning. "i just... Lucy, I think you're incredible, and I want to give you everything you deserve and you deserve someone who buys you flowers, and makes you breakfast and buys you lunch, and I don't know, has his life together." Gregory kept his eyes trained on the floor awkwardly, unable to look up as Lucy sighed sending Gregory's stomach churning.

"You know Greg, I think it's very sweet that you want to do all of these things for me but," Gregory's heart sank, he forced his eyes to hers, waiting for the rejection. "I realised I loved you when you showed me that stupid sonic screwdriver. So do you think, the sweet guy who wears Nintendo bowties could be my boyfriend too? Because he was pretty hot actually. Super cute glasses." She was smiling at him, standing on hr toes her fingers running through his hair and he couldn't stop the grin that spread over his face. "Yeah, I think he can be your boyfriend." Her soft smile widening as her lips met him again. "Is he still going to buy me pastries though?" She smirked when they broke apart, Gregory felt laughter bubble in his chest. "Lucy Abernathy, I'll buy you all the pastries you want."

[honalele]

Smoke

cw// smoking 

// these are fictional characters. pls don’t smoke kids. lung cancer is not good

Ranboo lulled his exhausted body into the front entrance of the mansion. He’d gotten off work later than usual and had to trek home all alone in complete darkness. His eyes were as heavy as his feet and his limbs felt like jelly from all of the serving and cleaning he’d done through out the day. Ranboo slid out of his winter coat and was just about to toss it onto a nearby chair when a small white box fell out of one of the pockets. As he bent down to pick it up, he heard Tubbo’s voice come out from the darkness.

“Since when did you start smoking?” Ranboo turned around to see Tubbo sat at the base of the grand staircase. He must’ve gotten home earlier than Ranboo because he was already changed into his pajamas and wrapped in a big grey blanket. Ranboo looked down at the cigarette in his mouth. He’d almost forgotten it was there.

“Wilbur, umm,” Ranboo quietly stumbled for a response as he reached for the small white box of cigarettes that Wilbur had given him as ‘endorsement’ for his ‘good work’ a couple months ago. The lid had fallen open like the gapping mouth of a fish, exposing those slender white smoking sticks.  Ranboo made sure to keep eye contact with Tubbo who waited patiently for a response. “If it’s a problem around you I can just try to keep it a work thing.” He murmured. Tubbo took a moment to look Ranboo up and down. He really must’ve looked as tired as he felt. Then the boy stood from his seat and came over to him. Ranboo thought he’d smack the box out of his hand and start shouting, but instead he reached up and snagged one of the sticks that was poking out and reached his hand out for the lighter. Ranboo hesitated out of pure surprise, but then quickly dug for Wilbur’s lighter and handed it to Tubbo.

“Come with me.” Tubbo said before spinning around and heading upstairs. Ranboo paused awkwardly by the chair, a million questions racing through his mind, but he set his coat down and went after Tubbo. Together they climbed to the highest room in the mansion, then Tubbo opened a window and climbed up on the roof, beckoning for Ranboo to follow.

Outside the night was crisp and clear. Snowchester was one of those places where you could see the entire sky and all of the stars if you managed to stay up late enough. Tonight the moon was missing. Tonight it had no intention of outshining all the stars.

Ranboo watched Tubbo climb up to the peak of the roof before finding a good spot to sit. Then Ranboo followed and found a seat next to him. Ranboo shivered. It was freezing out and he had left his coat downstairs, but Tubbo offered him a space under his big blanket. Once they were settled, Tubbo placed the cigarette in his mouth and lit it in one quick flick. He handed the lighter back to Ranboo and took a nice long hit. Ranboo watched intently as Tubbo soaked in all of the smoke, holding it in for a generous amount of time before finally releasing it into the wintery air. It was almost like watching Wilbur himself. This was something he knew. But there was a difference in the way he handled the smoke. Ranboo could tell that it was something he hadn’t done or thought about in a long time.

Then Tubbo noticed Ranboo staring at him and smiled.

“What? Have I grown a fifth limb or something?” He said jokingly before looking back out at the black horizon.

“I’ve never seen you smoke before.” Ranboo said. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the sight. Tubbo glanced in Ranboo’s direction for a moment and then released another stream of smoke out into the night air before replying.

“Me and Tommy used to do it all the time with Will, but everyone kind of stopped after he died.” He said. It was odd how the thought had never occurred to Ranboo, even after knowing Wilbur for months. Tubbo pulled the cigarette from his lips and snickered. “You know, when Fundy was little, Will would make us sit outside on the roof just like this so that we wouldn’t get him all smokey. I wanted to do the same for Michael.” Tubbo brought the cigarette back up to his lips, but paused. “How is Wilbur by the way? Has he proven he’s changed yet, or is he still the same ruthless conniving bastard that let me die?” Tubbo asked the question so casually, as if it were part of a joke.

“You have very little faith in him.” Ranboo replied.

“Well he sent my husband home with a pack of cigarettes so you can imagine my skepticism.” There was no real heat behind Tubbo’s words, still, Ranboo could tell that it’d take something revolutionary for Tubbo to trust Wilbur again, if he ever did. Ranboo sucked on his own smoke and puffed it out along with his foggy breath from the cold. He contemplated the time he’d spent with Wilbur, searching for small moments in which the man had shown true compassion and regret, but most of the man’s actions were still deadest on his competition with Quackity. Despite that, Ranboo wasn’t about to give up on him so easily.

Ranboo looked back over at Tubbo. He too was lost in his own thoughts.

“Hey,” He prompted. Tubbo turned to him with a questioning expression. “Are you ok? Like actually? You seemed really upset last time you talked with him.” He asked. Tubbo appeared taken aback for a moment before turning his gaze to the ground.

“I honestly thought you’d forgotten about that. But yeah. I’m ok.” Ranboo wasn’t entirely convinced, but there wasn’t much he could do. Sometimes it felt to Ranboo like Tubbo was just trying to protect himself. Like he wasn’t allowed to feel hurt or pain because of everything that happened to him growing up. From the smallest thing; friendship founded through a pack of cigarettes; to the biggest thing; losing it all to explosions and fireworks. Ranboo couldn’t imagine his life like that. He wasn’t sure how any of them made it.

“I’m sorry.” Ranboo said, and Tubbo lifted his head to face him.

“About what?” He asked. His eyes bright with curiosity. Ranboo wondered how in the world he was going to protect that brightness. He feared the day anyone should ever snuff it.

“About everything.” He said. Tubbo was quiet for a moment before scoffing.

“You’re so weird.” He giggled and bumped Ranboo’s shoulder as he said it. Ranboo couldn’t keep himself from smiling as well. Then Tubbo leaned back so that he was laid flat on the slope of the roof. Ranboo copied him, letting the open star-filled sky envelop his vision.

The two of them sat out there in the cold, wrapped tightly under the big fluffy blanket, smoking the hour away. It was as if they were floating in space and nothing on earth would ever reach either of them again. Ranboo felt Tubbo’s fingers link into his. No matter how bad things got. No matter how terrible their pasts were. They had each other and that would always be enough.

Being terrified about tomorrow wasn’t so bad when you had someone to be terrified with.

Then, after a while, Tubbo let go. He sat up and tossed his finished cigarette off the roof, then turned to Ranboo who remained flat on his back.

“I don’t want you smoking at home, but if you need to, you always have this place on the roof.” Then he turned around and headed back inside, clutching his arms in the cold. Ranboo stayed in his spot under the blanket, smoking away his confusion. Was that disapproval or authorization? Would Tubbo join him again, or did all of this reminded him too much of the past? Is that why he designated Ranboo this space?

Ranboo positioned his head back so that he was looking up at the deep starry void once again. Tubbo could be so strange sometimes. He never seemed to be angry with Ranboo. All Tubbo did was care. Ranboo took a deep breath in, letting the smoke swirl to the base of his lungs before puffing it out onto the brilliant constellations before him. Then he felt a small smile tug at the corners of his lips. It was a feeling that very little people he knew experienced in their lifetimes. It was a feeling that often seemed more fiction than fact. It was a feeling that made your stomach glow orange and the bones in your body turn to bubbles.

To put it to the limited words of language, Ranboo might describe the feeling as infallible, irrefutable, utterly inimitable peace.

[cheolliewrites]

Waiting for Midnight - 10

idol Hoshi x Guardian Angel y/n social media au series

Wonwoo 2nd lead

11:35 PM | At Pledis

“I still don’t understand why I’m here,” Y/n grumbles, regretting going to Pledis with each step she takes up the stairs. They were on the 3rd floor of the fire exit, and y/n was slowly getting out of breath.

Wonwoo could hear y/n’s huffs and gruffs even though she was way behind him. “Wow,” Wonwoo laughs, “You must have been one lazy angel who relies on their wings too much.”

“You mean elevators?” Wonwoo stood on the very top of the last flight of stairs and waited for y/n to come up. She bent over and clutched her knees.

“You mean elevators?” Wonwoo stood on the very top of the last flight of stairs and waited for y/n to come up. She bent over and clutched her knees.

“Yeah, that,” She breathes heavily, “It’s a great invention—“ she looks up at Wonwoo and straightens her back, “But why is it not working?!”

Wonwoo chuckles again, “Hurry up,” he simply says, rolling his eyes at y/n who was almost crawling her way up to him. She grumbled more words that Wonwoo couldn’t interpret and eventually, she reached the top.

Wonwoo opens the door to the fire exit and proceeds to lead y/n down the hallway. At the corner of y/n’s eye, she sees a figure entering the bathroom at the left hallway. Out of curiousity, she turns her head to that direction. “Hey!” She giggles to Wonwoo, “That man was dressed just like Soonyoung!”

“Umm,” Wonwoo chuckles nervously as he stops in front of a frosted glass door, “You ready to meet the boys?”

“I’ve met them before,” Y/n shrugs her shoulders as if it was no big deal, “But Hoshi... is he in there?”

Wonwoo chuckles before opening the door, “Nope,”

“Hi, y/n!” The man with crescent eyes greets her excitedly. She recognizes him as DK from the funeral and from the day she met him outside Pledis with Michael.

Seungcheol waves y/n over to have her sit in between him and the Going Seventeen PD. Her shyness made her legs stand like stone, and so Wonwoo had to push her towards them.

“Should we start the meeting?” The PD asks after introducing himself to y/n. Everyone nods except Jeonghan.

“Where’s Hoshi?” He asks, making everyone look at the person beside them to confirm whether Hoshi was in the room or not. And just at the exact moment, the door behind y/n opens.

“I’m here!” Y/n turns around to see the same man she saw going in the bathroom... and the man she recognizes as her baking buddy.

She furrows her brows at him, “Soonyoung?” He scratches his hair through his beanie and takes of his face mask.

“Hi, y/n,” He laughs nervously, “It’s Hoshi here.”

12:30 AM | Leaving Pledis

“Hyung, I really think Anne should come and help us too since y/n is not really knowledgeable in this field,” Hoshi tells the PD one more time while glancing to y/n to see if she was offended, “Y/n would come too, of course, but wouldn’t it be nice to have someone talk about the ingredients or where the pastries originated from?”

“Yes, Hoshi, I know,” the PD and the other members laugh at him. Everyone gets up from their seat and claps as the meeting has been finished.

“If you weren’t so busy on your phone you would have known that we’ll be filming at Anne’s farm,” Seungcheol playfully pats Hoshi’s back.

Y/n’s face scrunches up, “Anne has a farm?” The other boys look at her weirdly and she immediately regrets what she had said. What ‘granddaughter’ doesn’t know that her grandmother has a farm anyway? And who calls their beloved grandmother by their name?

“Your dad offered us to film there,” The PD smiled, “So, thank you everyone for being so participative tonight although it’s late. I’ll see everyone in the morning!”

The PD and his writer walks out of the room, leaving y/n awkwardly in the room with the boys. She held her hands politely in front of her navel, as if she was about to bow.

“I don’t think she has a clue of what’s going on,” States the pale-faced guy who was wearing a black shirt, black shorts, and some Adidas slides.

You turned and looked at Wonwoo, “Anne has a farm?”

Wonwoo quickly glances from side to side, “How would I know what your grandma has?”

“Right,” y/n says to herself. She looks at the boys and gives them a small wave while walking towards the door, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow then.”

None of the boys waved back; they looked rather worried. As y/n was about to push the glass door open, Seungkwan quickly pushed Hoshi towards her. He looks back at the boys who were nodding and grimacing at him, urging him to go with y/n.

Hoshi sighs and places his palm against the glass door, trapping y/n in between him and the glass. “I’ll walk you home,” He says, pushing the door open.

Waiting for Midnight - 10

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contains: 💬🤍🌪☁️💿🪐 pairing: idol!Hoshi x Guardian Angel reader spotify playlist: Waiting for Midnight

Plot:

At risk of losing your guardianship, you are forced to take form of a baker who works across Pledis Entertainment to find your new human, Kwon Hoshi, a bubbly idol who often visits at midnight with heavy thoughts clouding his mind.

A/N:

YAAAAYY PROGRESS ON HOSHI & Y/N’S & WONWOO’S RELATIONSHIP/FRIENDSHIP!! Also... I copy & pasted the taglist bc i was too lazy to type them one by one so lmk if y’all didn’t get a notif hehe

Taglist:

@juju-cheolliewrites @simplewonderland @lightsaber1397​ @samemagicpoint @noniesgirl @dy-mglzz @allthtyazz @minghaoist @minghaofilm @nicoletacos09 @swimmingismywholelife @skylions-den @beomiebear5 @monstathedisco @worshiphoseok @mingyuahjumma @unmanageable-day @seungsanhun @baby-sungshine @haikyuu-carat @soonwoolover @wispcoup @cnvs-defs @kwonscafe @anjcia @multistanfics @rosiexq @fluffyhyeju @fluffysoonyoungs​ @ryuyalana​ @leechanbestboy​ @peekabooseoksoon​ @minkwans​ @un2-verse​ @minluvly​ @multinines--xx

[imagineshere-forall]

John Shelby #2

Pairing: John Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Think a couple swears but otherwise non

Word Count: 1.3k  

Request: Can I request some John Shelby fluff where after work they go to the garrison with the family to have a few drinks and they are just acting real cute we are sitting on his lap laughing and whispering in each-others ears and the family tease us for being so cute and how he is totally whipped for his wife. Then they walk home and just cuddle in bed and talk before going to sleep. Just some wholesome fluff love your writing by the way it’s soo good you just get so immersed in it ❤️ @obsessedunicorn24​

a/n you’re so sweet, this literally made my day - also hope this is okay!

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As it always was on a late night, the Garrison was full to the brim with people stumbling out the doors and spilling drinks. You had been married to John for a while, childhood sweethearts and often spent your evenings in the Garrison, dancing until the sun rose.

This evening, all the peaky blinders were in the Garrison, you were yet to arrive as you had a late afternoon nap. The day before you had been working so were exceptionally exhausted. You felt comfortable walking to the Garrison alone at night as you were well known as a peaky blinder’s wife and therefore was considered untouchable.  

You walked into the Garrison weaving in between drunk men with women hanging on their arm. Your eyes quickly met your husband who was stood at the bar, you intended to surprise him but he turned round to leave the bar and smiled as he looked at.  

“Who’s the hot lady?” he whistled, laughing.

“Shut up John,” you smiled as you leant into his chest. He wrapped his arm around you and pressed a soft kiss to your hair.  

“Got you a drink, let’s go sit down,” he whispered, his arm was still looped around you so he led you to your booth.  

“Hey guys!” you smiled as you saw Thomas, Arthur and Polly. The all greeted you as you sat down next to John. His hand resting gently on your thigh.  

After a while of chatting, Isiah, Michael, and Finn came over, but the table was a chair short.  

“Don’t worry, I'll move,” you smiled as Finn had begun to look for a chair to drag over. Before anyone questioned you quickly shifted your weight onto John who was sat next to you and sat sideways on his lap freeing your chair for Finn.

As the night grew old, your corner of the pub was full of laughs, with bets and card games going on with your family. You had still been sat on John’s lap despite Polly going to see a friend during the night.  

You were engrossed in the current conversation topic and just sat listening to the debate. You felt John press a soft kiss to your ear lobe, lightly biting your skin.

“I love you so fucking much,” he whispered into your ear. You didn’t respond just laid back, your ear pressing against his chest. Taking his hand in yours you pulled his hand to your mouth and littered his hand with soft kisses.  

He just smiled and tilted you chin up towards him so he could plant a firm kiss on the corner of your lips.  

“Oi get a room you two,” Tommy yelled from across the table. You blushed and sat up a bit straighter, so you could pay attention better to the current conversation. Meanwhile John just smirked and rested his chin on your shoulder.  

“y/n do you prefer gin or whiskey?” Arthur asked. You had assumed there was more to the conversation but you had been preoccupied in your little bubble with John.  

“Umm, whisky, I think. Go for the strong stuff,” you winked.

“That’s my girl,” John cheered as he kissed your neck.  

Even though you had made a conscious effort to stay in the loop with everyone else at the table, the business had caused you to drift back into your own little world with John.  

You sat straight up, chatting to him and giggling as he whispered into your ear. Most of his jokes were innuendos or cheesy jokes.  

“Hey, y/n, you’re sitting on my lap and we should discuss the first thing that pops up,” he joked. You loved his crude sense of humour. Left speechless, you lightly smacked John on the chest, although you did find it funny.  

“Hey, y/n, have you been baking, because you just made this ginger nut,” John winked.  

“You’re not even a proper ginger John, you’re only like half ginger,” you whispered as you ran your fingers through his fluffy hair.

“I’m tired, let’s go home Johnny,” you whisper into his ear. If you didn’t, he would struggle to hear you.

“Alright lads, y/n’s tired, I'm going to take her home. See you later fuckers,” John smiled as he slid you out of his lap.

Arthur chuckled and did a whipping motion as you began to lead him away from the corner.  

As you walked the short path from the Garrison to your small home you shared with John, you giggled uncontrollably as your husband gently pushed you as you told him jokes.  

Your fingers were lightly laced together as you danced and dragged John to join you. The two of you were now stopped in the middle of the street outside your front door. John was looking into your eyes gently, and while holding your hands, the other gently brushed a stray bit of hair out of the way. You smiled up at your husband as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.  

“Let’s go to bed hot stuff,” you winked and began dragging him inside, locking the door after you had entered.  

“Yes ma’am,” he smirked and shed his shoes and jacket before grabbing you and dragging you upstairs.  

The two of you laid in bed, your head on his bare chest, his arm cradling your figure gently running up and down your bare arms. With your free hand you gentle traced shapes onto his chest. After being in this position for a good few minutes, he grabbed your finger and pulled them to his mouth to gently kiss them.  

“You have no much idea how much I love you y/n,” he whispered. Even though you were alone in the house, you both found yourself talking in hushed tones. It made conversation feel so much more intimate.  

“If it’s even close to how much I love you John, I have a decent idea,” you looked up to be met with his bright blue eyes. You leant your head up, shifting your weight onto his chest, to place a kiss on the corner of his mouth.  

“We should go on a nice holiday together,” John suggested.

“Really? What were you thinking?” you questioned, shifting back down to the previous position you had been in.

“I’m not sure, but I just want to spend some time with you all to myself, no distractions,” John whispered before lightly kissing your hair.  

“That sounds beautiful,” you breathed.  

“We could go to America, have sex in another continent. Maybe that could be our goal. Have sex in as many places as possible,” he winked.

You lightly slapped his chest, to reprimand him for being so crude. Although, you had to admit you liked the idea of it too.  

You two sat discussing holiday ideas, some a bit more graphically planned than others. Until you began to drift off, slowly. John felt your breathing change, with soft snores escaping your mouth as you buried yourself into John’s chest.

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Broken Home | M.C.

Michael Clifford x Reader

Word Count: 7k+

Trigger warnings: Some swear word, mentions of abuse, self harm.

A/N: I’m new to the 5sos fandom and it’s been over a year since I last wrote something. Please don’t be too harsh. I also want to say, please do not read this if you’re easily triggered! If you’re struggling with self harm, please talk to some one. Anyways, I needed some soft!Michael in my life, so here you go

I bit my lip trying to ignore the stinging behind my eyes as I walked down the street toward Michael’s house. I huffed, pulling on the strap of my stuffed overnight bag. Hopefully he’s not too busy. He’d be understanding of my situation. He always is.

As his house came into view I picked up the pace, just short of running. Unable to move as fast as I’d like to because of all the weight I was carrying in both of my bags. 

“Please be home. Please be home,” I chanted to myself as I got up the porch. 

I gently knocked on the door. After a few moments of waiting, I heard some noise coming from inside. At least I know someone is home. I quickly rang the doorbell.

“Just a sec!” a voice called out from inside.

Not even a second later, the door opened showing Michael in his pajamas. His dirty blonde hair was sticking up in different directions. He had a wide smile on his face that immediately fell as soon as he saw my face.

“(Y/n), what’s wrong?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing but a loud sob came out. Warm tears started sliding down my cheeks. My chest felt empty. My body started curling in on itself. A few gross sobs came out from behind my hand as I tried to cover them up.

Michael wasted no time pulling me inside and closed the door. Wrapping me up the best he could into his arms, bags mostly in the way.

“Hey, hey. You’re okay. I’m here,” he hushed me. “Let’s put these bags down, yeah? Get some weight off of you.”

He grabbed the bag on my shoulder and set it to the ground before helping me take my backpack off. As he went to set it down, I quickly moved to the couch in the living room and curled up on it. Michael sat down beside me, and pulled me into his chest.

“M-my… She…” I sobbed.

Michael shushed me. “Talk when you’re ready. Take your time.”

I gasped and sniffled between sobs. Ruining Michael’s shirt with my tears and snot. He didn’t say anything though. Just rubbing small comforting circles into my back.

After a long time, I finally stopped blubbering. Tears still came from my eyes, but not nearly as fast as they were. Michael squeezed me gently before letting me go, turning to face me.

“What happened?” he whispered, tucking some of my hair behind my ear.

“Mom kicked me out.” My voice was scratchy and barely there.

His brows knitted together as he frowned. “Why did she kick you out? Was it because of Troy?”

I simply nodded in response.

“Obviously we’ll have to ask my parents, but I’m sure they wouldn’t mind you staying here. I mean, they haven’t minded you staying here in the past. They love you.”

I nodded again before looking around the living room. “Where are they anyways?”

“They went on a lunch date and to the store. They’ll be back soon.”

“Okay.”

“Why did she kick you out?”

I bit my lip thinking about my response. Michael knew enough. He knew the most about what was going on. But still not everything. He knew how Troy would drink and lay around the house. How he made a mess of everything. Michael knows about the first time he slapped my mom. But, only the first time. Not that it’s gotten worse. Or that sometimes he’d hit me when I got in the way of him hurting my mom. He doesn’t know that I’d have to lock my bedroom door so I didn’t get a visit from him in the middle of the night.

Another sob raked through my body. “We got into a fight. I was telling her how much of an ass he is. She, of course, took his side.”

“Oh, (Y/n).” Michael pulled me into another hug.

“I couldn’t do it anymore. I told her that it was him or me. And… And now I’m here…”

“That’s right. You’re here now. You have a home here and you don’t have to go through this alone.”

“Thank you Michael.”

“Let’s get your stuff into my room for now. We’ll probably have you move into the guest room, but I need to check with my parents first.”

As we got up and grabbed my bags I whispered, “Sorry for ruining your Sunday.”

“(Y/n) you never ruin my day. The circumstances suck, sure, but I’m always happy to see you.”

His green eyes were staring into mine. Like he was looking into my soul. I quickly nodded my head and looked around his room as we walked in. There were various band posters hung on the walls. His full sized bed was tucked into the corner. A bookshelf was pressed against the wall at the foot of his bed. Next to that was a computer set up. Across the room opposite of the bed was a TV with various gaming consoles connected to it. Halo was paused on the screen.

He brushed past me and set my overnight bag on his bed. I followed his lead and put my backpack on the bed.

“What did you plan on doing today?” I asked, trying to make light-hearted conversation.

“I plan on spending it with you.”

“I meant before I showed up at your door.”

He sighed. “I was just going to play games until the boys come over. Luke, Calum, Ashton and I were going to practice. But, I can text them and tell them that today won’t work.”

I quickly shook my head. “No, they can still come over. I like listening to you guys play. And while you’re practicing I can do my homework.”

Michael groaned. “Seriously? You’re worrying about homework right now?”

“Yeah I am. School is the one thing I have going for me right now,” I snapped.

He put his hands up. “I’m sorry, (Y/n). I’ll still have them come over. We like having you there at practice anyways. Reminds us that at least someone likes to listen to us.” Micheal then mumbled, “Even if you’re doing homework the whole time.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” He gave me a cheeky grin. “You wanna play Halo with me while we wait for them?” He motioned to the TV.

I nodded with a small smile.

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I bobbed my head to the music the boys were playing while I was held up in the corner of the room. My math textbook opened demonstrating an example of the problem I was working on. The music stopped as I got halfway through. They started talking among themselves, but I paid no attention to what they were saying. They did this often to talk about the music and different things they could try.

Their voices died down as I finished up the problem I was on. When I looked up, I saw them all staring at me.

“What?” I asked.

“(Y/n),” Michael started.

“What?” I squinted my eyes at them suspiciously. 

“Will you order pizza?” Calum asked.

“Seriously guys? Why can’t you order your own pizza?” I whined.

“Because you order the best pizza,” Luke explained.

“Yeah, no one makes pizza orders like you. They always hit the spot,” Ashton patted his belly.

Agreements came from all of the boys.

“Fine,” I groaned. I hated talking on the phone. “Who’s paying for said pizza?”

They all looked among themselves. After having a silent conversation, Michael spoke up saying that he will. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled his debit card out. I sighed as I got up, grabbing my phone and headed over to Michael. I grabbed the card and started dialing to the pizza place.

“Any drinks or anything with the pizza?” 

“Do I look rich to you (Y/n)?” Michael shot out before anyone could say what else they wanted.

His behaviour made me snort. Michael always had a knack of making me feel better. Even though today’s events were still playing on repeat in my head, it moved to the back of my mind.

I stepped out of the room as I was ordering our food. They boys fell into easy conversation and it was a little noisy.

As I made my way back into the room, all their eyes were on me again.

“Umm… It’s ordered,” I announced. They just kept staring. Michael had a guilty look on his face. “What’s going on now?”

Calum was the first one to move. He set his bass down, walked over to me and pulled me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around him. Looking over at Michael, I gave him a quizzical look.

He scratched the back of his head and blushed before offering an explanation. “They sort of got out of me that you’re moving in.”

“You told them?” I shrieked, pulling out of Calum’s hug.

“No-” Michael started.

“He didn’t tell us everything!” Luke finished walking over to me. “Just that something happened you needed a place to live.”

“And we know how hard that must be for you,” Ashton added, getting up from where he sat.

Tears welled up in my eyes again and my heart sank. My knees gave out from under me. A sob bubbled out of my throat as I crumbled down to the floor. In an instant Michael was on the floor with me, pulling me into his side again.

Luke, Calum, and Ashton looked among each other, then down at me and Michael. They moved around us and lowered themselves down to the ground. They pulled me into a group hug with all of them.

“Don’t worry (Y/n), you have all of us,” Ashton murmured.

“We’re all here for you,” Calum added.

“You have a place to stay with all of us,” Luke comforted.

My crying reduced to sniffles as I took in their words. Maybe my mom didn’t have my back, but they did. They’re my real family.

“Michael, (Y/n), everyone, your pizza is here!” Michael’s mom called out.

Slowly we all slowly pulled ourselves off of the floor. Michael pulled me into another hug before he left to go grab the pizza.

When Michael came back with pizza and paper towels in hand, he came up to me so I could get the first slice. I pulled one slice and watched the melted cheese try to keep itself attached. Using my free hand, I broke the cheese. I started nibbling on my slice as he went to the rest of the boys who each grabbed two slices, placing their extra slice on a piece of paper towel.

I sat and listened to them joke around, giving them small smiles as they attempted to lighten the mood.

“You know what might help you feel better (Y/n)?” Calum asked looking at me.

“What?” My voice was hoarse.

“Writing in down,” he answered.

I couldn’t help but snort.

“That’s a great idea Calum!” Ashton piped up. “You can help us write a song!”

 “I don’t know about that. I mean, I don’t have any musical talent. That’s all you guys,” I whined.

Luke put his pizza down and moved to grab his notebook. He flipped it open to a blank page and handed it to me with a pencil. “Just try,” he said softly.

I looked over to Michael for back up. He was busy eating his pizza. When he saw me looking at him, he quickly swallowed before shrugging. “It’s worth a shot.”

I sighed and looked at the blank paper in my hands. “I don’t even know where to begin!”

“Here let me get you started,” Michael spoke walking up next to me. He took the notebook out of my hands and scribbled something down. Handing it back to me, he gave a half smile.

At the top of the page, he had written “Broken Home.”

I quickly wiped a tear that was rolling down my cheek before nodding. “Okay, I can work with this.”

Taking a deep breath I started thinking about my home life and what I was comfortable to write down for the boys to see. I thought about Troy, my mom’s boyfriend. Everything he did to both me and her. How he’s ruined everything.

I wrote down, “You ruined everything.” I quickly crossed it out after I wrote it, not happy with that line. Next I wrote, “Drunk,” and crossed that out too. Next I tried, “I'm stuck in between a nightmare and lost dreams.” That one stayed. “Only satisfied with a bottle in your hand,” was the next line to be written and crossed out.

I took another deep breath trying to think. The boys waited quietly for me to collect my thoughts. I then thought about my dad. I miss him. When I was ten, he and mom were fighting all the time until he had enough and walked out. I haven’t seen him since.

Turning back to the paper I wrote, “They would yell, they would scream, they were fighting it out.” I took a moment to read that line over again. I was pretty satisfied with it. Not knowing how to continue that specific line, I moved down a few lines before writing, “Hey, mom. Hey, dad. When did this end? When did you lose your happiness? I'm here alone inside of this broken home. Who’s right? Who’s wrong? Who really cares? The fault, the blame, the pain’s still there. I'm here alone inside of this broken home.”

The page was full with that. I sighed and handed the notebook back to Michael. He took it gingerly. He read over it, nodding his head. Once he was done, he handed it to Luke. As soon as it left his hands, he pulled me into a bear-hug. I wrapped my arms around his waist and breathed in his scent. I looked over to Luke, who had Ashton and Calum reading over his shoulder.

As Michael slowly pulled away, Calum spoke up, “This is really good.”

“Yeah, (Y/n)! And you said you couldn’t do it,” Ashton gave a cheeky grin.

I blushed, “You really think so?”

“Yeah!” they all agreed.

“Maybe we could make the letter part a chorus?” Micheal threw out.

“We can make that work. I actually have a melody that I’ve been working on. Want me to play it for you?” Luke offered, looking at me.

“Let’s hear it,” I nodded.

Luke handed the notebook to Calum before walking over to the keyboard in the corner of the room and started playing. The cords were actually really good. I couldn’t help the small smile that came to my face.

When he finished playing, he looked around at all of us, expectantly. I clapped my hands together, and he gave a small bow.

“Play it again,” Calum instructed.

Luke obliged. Calum started singing the words that I had written. I couldn’t help the tears that welled up in my eyes while listening to them. Once they were done I pulled both of them into a hug.

“Oh my god, guys. That was amazing!” I gushed. Tears were falling down my cheeks. “If you don’t put this in your album, I will never forgive you!”

They all laughed at my comment.

“It’s definitely going in,” Michael promised.

Suddenly Michael’s mom’s voice called out to us again, “It’s getting late, Michael, (Y/n). You have school tomorrow!”

We all groaned in unison before giving each other hugs, wishing each other a good night.

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I jolted up out of bed in a cold sweat. My body felt like it was on fire. I gasped for air, trying to catch my breath. My eyes were greeted with the darkness of the room I was in. They burned yet again from tears.

I had another nightmare.

Kicking the blankets off of me, I swung my legs off the side of the bed. I put my face in my hands and started crying.

Is this my life now? Always crying. I’m so pathetic. How do the guys tolerate me? How does Michael? 

Michael.

I slowly slid off the bed. I walked out of the guest room and made my way down the hall. When I got to my destination, I found the door slightly ajar. Quietly I pushed my way in and headed over to Michael’s sleeping form.

He was snoring softly and had one arm hanging off his bed. I bent down and gently grabbed his arm. His skin was cool compared to mine. I shook his arm, whispering, “Mikey. Hey Michael.”

He groaned and pulled his arm away. Slowly rolling over, he looked at me.

“(Y/n)?” His voice was deep with sleep.

“Hey Mikey.” I gave a small smile at his sleepy form, wiping away stray tears from my eyes. “Sorry to wake you.”

“No, no. It’s okay,” he reassured, sitting up. “Are you okay?”

I paused before nodding. “I had a nightmare.”

He grabbed my hand with a soft, “Come here.” He slid his body toward the wall, pulling me with him. I complied and slid onto the bed next to him. He laid back down and pulled me into his chest. I fisted his shirt, trying to pull him closer as I listened to his steady heartbeat. His welcoming scent filled my nostrils. 

“What was it about?” he asked.

“I don’t really remember,” I answered honestly. Though I had an idea it was about Troy.

He replied with a small hum.

“I’ve been having them a lot lately,” I admitted.

Michael’s arm started moving as he rubbed my back. A comfortable silence fell between us.

After a minute of laying like that, he spoke up again. “It’s okay. I get nightmares too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry.”

He let out a small laugh at my apology. “I’m not looking for sympathy, (Y/n). I was just letting you know that you’re not alone.”

“Thank you, Mikey.”

His arm stopped moving as he squashed me into his side.

Before I could stop myself, I asked, “Can I sleep here tonight?” Heat rose to my cheeks.

“Of course.”

I pulled myself up and kissed Michael on the cheek. Quickly I turned over and settled myself into his bed. I felt him adjust his body behind me before settling himself, throwing an arm around me and pulling me into his chest.

Exhausted from the long day and so far restless night, I quickly fell asleep in his arms.

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I sighed as the warm water ran down my body. As I got my hair wet, I let my mind wander over the past few months.

The Clifford family was so nice to take me in. Especially someone like me. Someone so broken. They probably don’t even love me. No one can. My dad left me. My mom took her boyfriend’s side while he beat her and used me as he saw fit. They don’t love me. I could die and no one would care.

A hiss passed through my lips as I got pulled out of my thoughts. Someone in the house flushed a toilet and the water became scalding hot.

As the water cooled back down, I stared at the temperature control. I reached out and turned the heat all the way up. Quickly the water got hot again. I let the water hit my skin. Slowly it became red and angry with the siring pain. After a couple of minutes, the water started to cool down again.

“No,” I whispered. I needed more.

I deserve the pain.

My eyes wandered over to my razor that I use to shave my legs. I grabbed it and sat down on the floor of the tub. Without thinking too much about it, I pinched the skin on my thigh and slid the blades of my razor across it.

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After carefully getting dressed once I got out of the shower, I made my way to Michael’s room. He was sitting on his bed continuing his play through of Halo. I plopped down on the bed next to him, crossing my legs.

“You were in the shower for a long time,” Michael stated.

“I had a lot on my mind,” I told half truthfully.

“Are you okay?”

I rubbed my face. “You know that’s a loaded question.”

Watching him play, an Elite stuck him with a grenade. Michael ran around screaming at the screen. When it finally blew up, he fell into my lap. Pain seared through my legs.

“Michael!” I hissed, pulling him off of me before standing up.

I turned to yell at him, but I was greeted with puppy eyes full of confusion. Anger from the sudden pain faded.

“(Y/n),” he whispered.

“Yes Michael?” I matched his volume.

“(Y/n)... I think… I think you’re bleeding.”

I looked down at my throbbing thighs. A little bit of blood on my right leg started to seep through my pants.

“Shit,” I muttered.

“Why are you bleeding?” 

“Don’t worry about it, Michael,” I sighed.

“(Y/n),” He said sternly. “Why are you bleeding?”

He got up from his bed and moved over to me. Grabbing my face with both of his hands, he looked down at me and searched my eyes. His grassy green eyes were full of worry. I wanted to cry for making him worry. However, my chest felt empty and no tears were coming.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

Michael’s hands dropped from my face and he pulled me into his chest. My arms instinctively wrapped around him. His head fell into the crook of my neck. His cheeks were wet against my neck as he silently cried. I moved my hands, rubbing small circles into his back comforting him the best that I could.

I lost track of how long we stood there like that. Eventually he pulled away and moved to look me in the eyes again. The whites of his eyes were covered in red, matching his hair that we recently dyed. His green eyes stood out and were full of sadness. He moved his right hand to brush some hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. I couldn’t help myself but lean into his touch.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/n).”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I’m sorry that you feel this way. That you feel the need to harm yourself. I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to stop you. I’m sorry that I can’t do more for you.” Another tear slipped down his face. I reached up and wiped it from his face.

“You do everything for me,” I said pulling him into another hug.

“How long?” He asked. His breath tickled my neck.

“Just this time.”

“Please promise… Promise me that you won’t do it again. If you ever feel the urge, please, please, please come to me,” he begged.

“I promise, Michael.” Seeing him like this, I knew that I’d do anything to make sure he doesn’t feel this way again.

He pulled out of my hug, nodding his head. He took my hands in his and guided me to the bed, motioning for me to sit down. I obliged and sat down. He held my hands a moment longer before dropping them.

He moved to leave his room, “I’m going to go get a first aid kit.”

“Okay,” my voice barely came out.

As I waited for Michael, I played with my fingers. Just as soon as he left, he came back with a small box in hand. He sat it on the bed next to me and pulled out some large bandages and some triple antibiotic ointment. He stepped back to look at me.

“What?” I asked after he started at me for a moment.

A hand moved to scratch the back of his neck. “You need to take off your pants.”

A small giggle bubbled out of my throat. “This is not the context I would picture you saying that.”

“(Y/n),” his voice was stern.

I stood up and started to take off my pants. The fabric of my jeans stuck to my fresh wounds. Carefully peeling them off, I finished taking them off. When I looked at Michael, he was staring at my thighs. Heat flooded my cheeks as I looked back down at the ground.

His hand was suddenly on my shoulder as he gently pushed me to sit back down. As soon as I was on the bed, he got to work. He used one finger to apply the ointment. With feather light touches, he traced the cuts. Once he was done with that he applied bandages to the deeper, thicker cuts.

With a sigh, he stood up and moved to his closet. He came back with a pair of black sweatpants. “Here,” he muttered, “These will be more comfortable than your jeans.”

I took them from his hands and slipped them on. They were soft, but very long on me. I had to pull them up above my hips and roll up the bottoms so they weren’t dragging on the ground.

“Thank you, Michael. For everything.”

He nodded.

After putting the ointment and remaining bandages back into the little box, he left his room again. I laid down on his bed, feeling very exhausted. I rolled over next to the wall, and faced the TV. 

When Michael came back, I opened my arms to him. “Can we cuddle?”

A small smile danced across his pink lips, “Of course.”

He came over and laid face up. One of his arms wrapped around me as I scooted into his side. I placed my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. My legs tangled with his. He moved his free hand to play with my hair. After a few minutes, my eyelids grew heavy.

“(Y/n)?” Michael’s voice broke the silence.

I hummed in response.

“Remember when Ashton, Calum, Luke, and I went to L.A. for a while to work on our music?”

“Yeah, and I missed the shit out of you guys.”

“Well, we’ve talked about it, and we’re going to move out there. I don’t know when. But I want you to come with us. Would you?”

“Of course, Mikey. You know I’d follow you anywhere,” I murmured as I slipped into a deep sleep.

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“You know what’d be cool about living in this universe,” I motioned to the TV in front of us playing Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I was laying across the couch in Michael’s and my shared apartment in L.A. My head was in his lap, and he was running his fingers through my hair.

“What that? We’d have magic?” he guessed.

“Well that. But, you’d be able to change the colour of your hair at will! I wouldn’t have had to dye it all the time!” I explained.

Michael laughed.

“I’m serious!” I exclaimed, looking up at the blonde. His hair was now parted on the opposite side than he did when he was younger. “Maybe you could have hair that’d change according to your mood.”

Michael pulled a face. “That would be a terrible idea.”

“What? Why?” I ask, exasperated.

“Because then I couldn’t hide anything!”

“What would you have to hide?” I laughed, sitting up.

“I um, well I uh,” he stammered, blushing. After a moment he figured out what to say. “What if I pulled a prank on Snape? And he questions me about it? And I feel guilty or something?”

“Two things. One. Would you really feel guilty for pranking Snape? And two. What colour would guilt even be?”

“You’re right that I probably wouldn’t feel very guilty. And I don’t know. Maybe purple,” he shrugged.

“Maybe. I know people usually use pink for love, but I personally think purple would be love.”

“Then what would pink be?”

I paused for a moment to think. A grin spread across my lips, “Guilt.”

Michael laughed again. Suddenly his phone alarm goes off. He picks it up to turn off the loud noise.

“It’s time to get ready for Luke’s party,” he announced.

I groaned and spread across the couch again, putting my head back into Michael’s lap. “Or we can stay here,” I whined.

“As much as I’d love to stay here and keep watching Harry Potter with you, we told Luke we’d be there,” he chuckled.

“Tell him I got sick.”

“You were excited to go like a couple of hours ago! That’s why we put the movie on. To help distract you. Remember?”

He was right. I was excited to go to the party. I even bought a new outfit just for the occasion. But, I didn’t want to leave now. I just wanted to spend my night with Michael, curled up on the couch. I wanted his soft touches as he played with my hair.

“Why don’t you want to go now?” he asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I blushed and gave him a sheepish grin. “I don’t know, I’m just nervous now.”

“It’ll be fine (Y/n). Come on, let’s get ready.”

“Okay,” I groaned as I got up off the couch. I headed over to my room to get ready.

I closed the door behind me and got dressed. The purple top that I got had a lace pattern to it and showed off some of my cleavage. It went all the way down to my upper thighs. I matched it with black leggings and black knee high boots.

I headed over to my attached bathroom to put on some makeup. Michael was nice enough that when we moved in, he gave me the master bedroom.

I decided to keep it simple tonight. I applied some eyeliner and mascara. I then added some lip gloss to top it off. I looked at myself in the mirror. After quickly running a brush through my hair, I was pretty satisfied with how I looked.

“(Y/n), you almost ready?” a knock came from my door.

“I’m ready!” I called back and grabbed my purse.

When I opened the door, Michael was standing there in a red flannel shirt and ripped black skinny jeans. He accessorized it with black Converse, a black snapback that was on backwards, and silver cross earrings. He looked good.

His green eyes roamed over my body. My cheeks heated up under his gaze. “What do you think?” I asked.

His eyes snapped back up to my face. Pink dusted his cheeks as his tongue poked out briefly to wet his lips. “I like it. You should wear this outfit more often.”

A wide grin spread across my lips, “Thank you Mikey! Now let’s go!” I grabbed his hand and dragged him behind me as we headed out.

“You want to pick the music?” Michael asked me when I slid into the passenger seat of his car.

Instead of answering, I just plugged the aux cord into my phone. I went to Spotify and shuffled a playlist. “Broken Home” came on the speakers as he drove away. Usually I get emotional whenever this song comes on. This time, however, I smiled. I’ve come so far from where I was when they took me in. From when Michael helped me when I hurt myself.

I rubbed my hands over my thighs. A habit that I picked up whenever I thought about that accident. Michael noticed and stopped singing along to turn down the music.

“What’re you thinking about?” he asked, giving me a side glance before focusing on the road again.

“Just… everything! How far we’ve come. Like, I’m not a scared, hurt, little girl anymore. And I couldn’t have without you. You or the boys. You guys are my family, and I couldn’t be more thankful.”

Micheal reached over with his right hand and placed it on my knee. He rubbed small circles with his thumb. I put my hand on top of his.

“You’ve always had us, (Y/n). And you always will. Like how we know, that I know, that I have you.”

I beamed in his direction as he parked in front of Luke’s neighbor’s house. We got out of the car and started walking to the party. When we got to the door, Michael just opened it without knocking. We were greeted with loud music and dancing bodies.

We pushed ourselves through the makeshift dance floor. I spotted Ashton on the couch chatting up some girl. He looked up and saw us, and gave us a wave. I smiled and waved back. Michael took my hand as we continued our trek to the kitchen.

Once we got there, we were pulled into a hug by Luke. He already smelled of alcohol. “It’s about time you joined us!” he exclaimed excitedly.

“Sorry it took us so long. Someone,” Michael gestured towards me, “took forever to get ready.”

“I did not!” I laughed smacking his shoulder.

Luke gave us a wide grin before saying, “Doesn’t matter. Either way, you need to catch up.” He walked over to the freezer and pulled out an unopened bottle of vodka. “I was saving this for you guys because I know you hate tequila, Michael.”

“Thanks Luke,” Michael smiled.

“Where’s Calum at? I saw Ashton in the living room,” I mused.

“I think he’s outside, entertaining the people out there,” Luke explained.

“God, there’s more people out there? How many people did you invite?” Michael whined.

“Fifty? Maybe?” Luke shrugged.

“Jesus,” Michael muttered, pouring shots for me and him.

When both were poured, I grabbed mine, cheered Michael, and knocked it back. My throat burned as I exhaled. I couldn’t stop myself from scrunching up my face. Both Michael and Luke laughed at me.

“Do you have chasers?” I asked Luke sheepishly.

He nodded and pulled a half empty two liter bottle of Coke out of the fridge. He pointed at the red solo cups that were on the counter, “People were using this to make mixed drinks. But, you can use it as a chaser.”

“Thanks!” I took the soda from his hands and moved to pour myself a cup. 

Michael started to get another round for us ready. Once pour, I picked my soda up in one hand and the shot glass in the other.

“Cheers!” Michael clinked his shot glass against mine and swallowed the alcohol down.

I took a swig of my soda, then followed his lead. As soon as I swallowed mine, I took a couple of big gulps from my drink.

“Was that better?” Michael asked.

“Much. But, I think I’m done playing catch up. I’ll just have mixed drinks here on out.”

Michael nodded at my response and motioned for me to hand over my soda. I complied. He started to pour vodka into my Coke. He added at least two and a half shots into my drink.

“I said I wanted a mixed drink, not straight vodka!” I joked.

Michael gave me a cheeky grin. He then looked around the kitchen and asked, “Where’d Luke go?”

I glanced around. It was just the two of us in here. “He probably went to go find Sierra,” I shrugged.

“That’d make sense,” he replied, handing my drink back to me.

I took a couple of gulps of my drink. My face scrunched up instinctively again. “Wow, that’s strong.”

“You literally watched me pour it. You knew what you were getting into,” Michael laughed.

“Yeah, yeah,” I waved him off. “I wanna go dance!”

The alcohol was now flowing through my veins, and more than anything I just wanted to relax. To let my body flow to the loud music that was playing. Michael followed close behind me as I made my way into the living room. Once I found a spot on the improvised dance floor, I started swaying my hips. My drink was still in hand, so I couldn’t go too crazy.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the music that was playing. My hips started swinging a little wider, and I started flipping my head back and forth. I sang along with the words of the song.

I don’t know how much time passed when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I opened my eyes and looked around. Michael wasn’t next to me. I turned around and almost ran into Ashton’s chest.

“Ashton!” I cheered, throwing my free arm around his neck and pulled him into a hug.

He laughed and put his arms around my waist, hugging me back. When I pulled away, he kept his hands on my hips, keeping me close. I gave him a quizzing look. He gave me a dimpled smile before leaning down to explain, “You had some unwanted eyes on you. I came to save you.”

“Aww, what a prince charming,” I joked. “What about your lady friend I saw you with?”

He pushed some of his loose black curls back out of his face and returned his hand to my hip. He sighed, “She said she had to use the restroom. We’ll see if she comes back.”

“I’m sure she will. But aren’t you worried about her seeing us like this?”

He shrugged. “Nah, you’re family. You come first anyways.”

I smiled at his words before he continued. “It looks like I might be doing you more of a favour than I initially thought.”

“What do you mean?”

He looked past me. I followed his gaze behind me, slightly turning my body. Michael was there leaning against the wall, frowning. A busty brunette was talking to him, leaning slightly over to show off her chest. Michael, however, seemed more interested in his drink.

My heart dropped at the sight. I couldn’t tell if I was bothered more that Michael was upset or if it was because of the girl. My cheeks heated up in slight anger and my heart started racing.

When I turned back to Ashton, he laughed. “Don’t worry about her. He’s clearly not interested.”

“Yeah, but why is he so upset?”

“Because he saw us like this,” he looked down between us.

His hands were still resting on my hips. My right hand was pressed against his chest while my left hand was curled around my drink. The back on my hand on his chest as well.

“Why would he be upset about that?” I wondered out loud.

Ashton threw his head back and laughed. “(Y/n) I love you, but you are oblivious.”

“Then explain it to me!” I whined.

“Michael likes you.”

My heart skipped a beat. I chuckled nervously, “I’d hope he likes me! After all, I am his roommate.”

“No, I mean he has a crush on you.”

My cheeks were on fire with how much I was blushing now. The room seemed to spin a little faster than it did with the alcohol in my system. Luckily Ashton was holding on to me to keep me steady.

“You can’t be serious,” I replied doubtfully.

“I am!” Ashton chuckled. “And you claim to be a fan of our music. Listen to the songs, (Y/n). Some of them are about you.”

“What?! Which ones?��

“Most recently, “Better Man” and “Why Won’t You Love Me”. But there’s also “Disconnected”, “Just Saying”, “Heartbreak Girl”, and-”

“I get it!” I cut him off.

“You’re his muse. And I’m tired of seeing you two pining for each other and not doing anything about it!”

“Are my feelings that obvious?”

“Not necessarily. Michael doesn’t know. And we only know because we’ve known both of you for forever. Now go talk to him.”

I pulled him down into another hug, “Thank you, Ash.”

“You’re welcome,” he chuckled into my ear. “Now go get him.”

I pulled out of the embrace and chugged the rest of my drink. I turned around to find Michael, but he was gone from his spot against the wall. I frowned as I started wondering around looking for him.

I made my way to the kitchen again. When I walked in, I found Calum talking with a cute girl. She gave me a smile and a small wave when I walked in, making Calum look up at me.

“Sorry to interrupt,” I apologized.

“It’s not a problem, (Y/n),” he gave me an easy smile.

“Have you seen Michael?”

“Yeah, he was heading outside when we came in,” the girl spoke up.

Calum nodded in agreement.

“Thank you,” I waved walking past them toward the back door.

When I got outside, Michael was sitting on the edge of the porch with his legs dangling off. I walked over and sat next to him. The night air was cool against my skin. I scooted a little closer to Michael and put my head on his shoulder. He rested his head on top of mine.

Looking over the small backyard, there were a couple of groups of people chatting away with drinks in hand. They were laughing and having a good time. I spotted Luke among them with his arm wrapped behind Sierra’s waist.

“What’s wrong Mikey?” I finally broke the silence between us.

“I dunno,” he lied.

I hummed in response, not moving my head from his shoulder.

“So,” he started. “When did you and Ashton become a thing? And why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t tell you because we’re not a thing,” I giggled.

“Well, you looked more than friendly tonight.”

“Aww, would someone’s hair be green right now?” I referenced our conversation from earlier tonight.

Michael didn’t say anything.

“Well,” I continued, “he told me that there were a lot of predatory eyes on me. He was just protecting me.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. If my hair could change colours based on my mood, it would’ve been yellow in that moment because I was so happy and grateful. Nothing more than that though.” With the vodka and Ashton’s talk, I had the courage to add, “But right in this moment, my hair would be purple.”

Michael shot up his head off of mine. I lifted my head to look at him. His green eyes were searching mine. I licked my lips, which brought his attention down to my mouth. His tongue stuck out, mimicking my movements.

“Are… are you saying that-”

“Yes,” I cut him off, leaning in closer. “There’s nothing between Ashton and I. Or anyone, for that matter because I have you. There’s always been you.”

Michael’s hand gingerly brushed hair out of my face and cupped my cheek. I put my hand on top of his, holding it in place. He leaned down and placed his forehead against mine.

“Can I?” he whispered, eyes searching mine.

“Yes.”

My breath hitched when he closed his eyes and slowly closed this distance between us. As soon as his lips met mine, my eyes fluttered shut. His lips were slightly chapped as they moved against mine. My heart was racing, not able to believe what was happening. A moment later he pulled away, but continued resting his forehead against mine.

“Is this real?” I asked, refusing to open my eyes.

Michael let out a small laugh, “I was going to ask the same thing.” His thumb moved and rubbed against my bottom lip. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“I have an idea,” I hummed.

Suddenly his lips were pressed against mine again. I couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.

A cheer could be heard from somewhere in the backyard. “It’s about time, you two!” Luke’s voice called out.

I had to pull away this time as a giggle bubbled out of my throat. I opened my eyes to Michael with a large goofy grin on his face. His eyes were bright.

“Can we go home now?” I asked.

He gave me a confused look.

“We haven’t cuddled properly in forever and I want to make up for lost time,” I explained.

“Yeah, we can go home,” he answered, kissing the top of my head.

[glove23]

i WANNA KNOW 12, 18, 19, 21, 32, 43, 50, 53, 54, 57, 60, 72, 73, 74, 75, 81, 82, 85, 91, 105, 107, 120, 135, 148, 150

otay here ya go

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

hmm

VICES by Mothica

Delight by Avenue Beat (leave me and my tiktok music alone)

Bored by Tessa Violet (ft. misterwives) specifically this version

Danny Dont You Know by ninjasexparty

Ironic from Jagged Little Pill

i haven’t been listening to music really recently so i had to think

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

pffft uh no i do not i haven’t spoken to him since i was 8 years old and i moved away

19. Do you like bubble baths?

god yes

21. What are you bad habits?

i bite my nails i pick my skin i sleep too much i slouch

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

none of them v(’~’)v but i’ll tell u some names anyways uhh actually no i take it back i won’t sljsjdhsjdjsj i just do not vibe with this

43. Do you smile at strangers?

skfhsjdhs I DO I DO THE WHITE PERSON SMILE i really am a stereotype and i’m okay with it

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

green 💕🌿🌿

53. Favourite makeup brand?

umm elf probably? or drew barymores makeup brand i can’t remember the name but their highlighters are good

54. Favourite store?

michaels. i could spend three days in michaels except i can’t bc there’s Too Many Thing i would be overwhelmed and have to go home i can spend Two Hours in michaels

57. Favourite food?

watermelon

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

yeah when i was? how old was i in 2002 3? 4? anyways i won a fishing competition, i caught 22 fish in an hour so i got a plaque

72. What colour are your towels?

pink and yellow respectively

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

8

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

i do his name is Teddy Lupin bc im hp trash and i’ve had him since i was 3

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

unfortunately i lost a lot of them when i moved like 10 years ago labdhshs so i definitely think it’s maxed at 10 :/

75. Favourite animal?

penguin 💕🐧

81. Favourite tv show?

gilmore girls

82. Favourite movie?

pride and prejudice 2005

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

Janice

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

uh yeah if u Don’t want to punch him in the face we legally can’t be friends

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

yeah well. i mean. little fire not a big big bonfire but we weren’t camping so it’s not a campfire but anyways. yes

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

i have! a few times actually!

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

yes. i don’t like the dark :(

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

how can i possibly choose omg. i lie a lot when i first meet ppl bc i want them to like me and i have social anxiety skdhsjdh uh so it’s probably something like someone asked if i knew what something was and i just said “oh yeah of course i do” even tho i don’t 😬

148. What’s your favourite quote?

:) IM BASIC AND GAY

“you have bewitched me body and soul and i love, i love, i love you and never wish to be parted from you from this day on” MAKES ME GO APESHIT EVERY TIME

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? 

it’s percy jackson: the lightning thief and it’s “with the next thunderclap my mom woke. she sat up, eyes wide and said “hurricane”.

[helaintoloki]

Season of the Witch | Michael Langdon

chapter seven: The Lion and the Lamb

masterlist

pairing: Michael Langdon x reader

warnings: language, angst, violence, graphic descriptions, adult content, deception, toxic relationships, abuse, death, witchcraft, satanism and all that other good ahs stuff

notes: not the best chapter I’ve written tbh but then again I’m not all here right now so I apologize in advance. also I’m open to any questions, comments, concerns, etc about this story so feel free to drop some messages in my inbox :)

summary: y/n is reunited with two old friends, putting Michael’s master plan into motion

  “I still don’t understand why I couldn’t bring Binx,” y/n pouts for what seems like the hundredth time, and Michael is very close to smacking her silly in order to get her to shut up about her dumb fucking cat.

“Because he’s extra weight to carry. Besides, we wouldn’t want poor old Binx getting lost in the big, bad city, would we?” Michael pouts, feigning innocence and thoughtfulness towards her feline companion, when in reality he can’t wait to mangle that little monster.

“I suppose,” she frowns, struggling to keep up with his long strides, “but I still don’t see why we’re here.”

“Don’t fret, little lamb,” Michael coos, his large hand resting on the small of her back as he guides her through the entrance of the hotel, “you’ll see soon enough.”

Y/N immediately cowers back upon entering, the restless and unruly souls present in the building making her skin crawl. She can’t see them, but she can feel them grabbing at her, begging for her to help them. She clings to Michael’s arm and follows him towards the elevator.

The blond glances down at the trembling witch beside him as the elevator goes up, shaking hands gripping onto his coat sleeve for dear life. She looks so helpless, so small and scared. And he smiles fondly down at her, his little lamb. And he, the lion, who for some reason has not decided to pounce on his prey and feast on her flesh. With every passing second Michael could feel the urge to protect her grow, the need to keep her by his side, the want of her submission. But she’d get in the way of his Father’s righteous plans for him. Thus, like a little boy denied the gift of a new pet, Michael suppressed his emotions and wordlessly guided her down the hall and towards one of the rooms.

Y/N could faintly hear the voice of a man dealing cards, his speech seeming out of touch with the modern world. Yet it wasn’t the man that almost brought her to her knees, instead it was the woman partaking in the card game with him.

“Queenie?” She called gently, almost scared to speak her name in fear that it was not the sister she knew and loved.

“Holy shit, y/n!” Queenie exclaimed, rising out of her chair and pulling the now weeping witch into a hug. “What are you doing here?!”

“I-I don’t-“ she hiccuped, too emotional and overwhelmed to speak. “I missed you.”

“Look at you, you’ve gotten so big,” Queenie coos, pulling away to look down at the girl. The last time Queenie had saw her she’d been fourteen, still young and blossoming into the woman she was meant to be. She could still see the innocent, smiling face of a younger y/n when she gazed upon the grown witch.

“Why are you here? Why haven’t you come home?” Y/N sniffled.

“I can’t leave this place. My soul is trapped in this shit hotel,” she sighed frustrated. “Cordelia tried to get me out but it wouldn’t work.”

“That’s why I’m here,” Michael buts in, causing both women to look at him oddly.

“I’m sorry, who is this?” Queenie asks.

“Oh, umm, this is Michael. He’s a warlock... and my friend,” y/n smiles sheepishly.

“Oh, y/n. I’m absolutely flattered,” Michael quirks, a smirk playing at his lips. Queenie rolls her eyes.

“Listen, I’m sure you’re super powerful or whatever, but if Cordelia couldn’t do it what makes you think you can?”

Michael simply holds his hand out towards Queenie, a wordless invitation to follow him towards salvation. What with her desperation to get the hell out of that place and the teary eyed look of y/n, Queenie let out a reluctant sigh and took the blond boy’s hand.

“Goodbye Queenie,” the man called as the trio walked out the door. “And god bless that poor little girl’s soul.”

~~~

“Do I have to blow you or something?” Madison asks sarcastically, and y/n shifts uncomfortably beside Queenie at the thought. She loved Madison, but y/n didn’t really appreciate her presence right at this moment.

“So who is this guy?” Queenie asks, and y/n shrugs.

“I just met him. He seems alright,” she says, eyes focused on the Hawthorne boy. “Scary, but nice.”

“Well can I anyway? You’re a snack and I haven’t had a good dicking in a long time,” Madison smirks, and y/n almost gags.

“Damn, a hoe even in the after life,” Queenie sighs, emerging from her hidden spot behind a clothing rack. Y/N follows meekly behind, a small smile on her face as she politely waves at Madison.

“Oh my god!” Madison cries, rushing to hug the girls. Queenie denies her a hug, but y/n welcomes her with open arms.

“How did you get here?!” Madison cries, pulling away to also admire the grown witch. “You look so pretty. Aww, you really were paying attention during my makeup lessons.”

“Hell really has made you a better person, hasn’t it?” Y/N retorts teasingly, and Madison’s face falls.

“Yeah, well, whatever. Just get me the hell out of here.”

“Gladly,” Michael says, hand extended towards Madison. He doesn’t miss the way y/n’s mouth twitches slightly to hold back a scowl, and just to spite her he’s sure to be extra delicate and careful with Madison. Her anger is delicious, and with his head held high he struts out of hell with the witches in tow.

~~~

Cordelia Goode walks out of Hawthorne with Zoe and Myrtle in tow. While Binx is happily nestled in Myrtle’s arms, his mother y/n is nowhere to be found.

“I’m sure she’s just waiting in the car, dear,” Myrtle suggests to ease her anxiety. Cordelia didn’t trust any of those Hawthorne warlocks with her precious daughter. She didn’t trust the warlocks at all, for that matter.

Her eyes furrowed as she saw figures approaching from the horizon. Michael was front and center, a satisfied smirk plastered on his face as his posey of witches followed closely. Queenie on one side and Madison on the other. And on his arm? Staring up at him like he was the moon and the stars and the sky? Her y/n.

She felt it before she dropped, the sinking feeling in her gut and sudden nausea bubbling up her throat. Her daughter, the witches she could not save, and Michael as the head of the group, their future supreme.

Y/N picked up the skirt of her satin black dress, the one Michael had changed her into, and rushed towards her mother’s collapsing form. Queenie followed closely after her, Madison staying behind to roll her eyes and take a drag of her cigarette.

And Michael? Michael beamed proudly at his work. The first part of his plan had been executed beautifully. The supreme was weakening. The door of opportunity was opening. And soon y/n would be a lost little lamb out in the open and far away from her flock, ready for the lion’s picking.

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[talkfastromance4]

Red

This is a sequel to Magic. Let me know what you think and if you’d like more. Have courage and be kind :) xx

Read Magic here

Summary: Luke and y/n (will be written as ‘she’ in everything I post) have been having secret rendezvous in hotel doors for a long time. She decides to surprise him in his hotel room with a little gift…

   Luke and the boys will be performing Youngblood on the Jimmy Fallon show shortly and he’s been texting her since before they entered the building. Even though he just saw her in Paris two weeks ago, he missed her like crazy and counted down the hours until she’d be in his arms again.    She sent him a picture of her after working out with her face all red and she looks so adorable he can’t help the smile that appears on his face. He gives her a quick ring just to hear her voice and she informs him that she’ll be proudly watching his performance.    “How are you going to do that if you’re at the gym?” he asks. “We’re going on in ten minutes.”    “I worked out at home, now I’m getting a bubble bath started,” she explains and he can hear the water running in the background.     He groans, just imagining her in the bath watching him makes him ache for her. “I wish I could join you,” he leans his head against the wall.

“I’ll text you, so whenever you feel your phone vibrate you’ll think of me.”

   “You little minx,” he smiles. “Well, I’ll be teasing you as well, lovie. I know how much you love Youngblood.”    “Ugh. Fuck me,” she mutters.    “Believe me, I wish I could,” he teases and she laughs, his favorite sound.    “You goofball. Well, I’ll let you go take your shot and tell the guys I say hi.”    “I will. Enjoy your bath, babe.”    “I will. Call me when you’re at the hotel or leaving the studio,” she sighs.    “I will. Talk to you later, baby.”    “Bye handsome.”    He gets off the couch just as the guys come in with their shot glasses, a common ritual before any show that they do.    “Was that y/n?” Michael asks handing him is small glass filled with amber liquid.    “Yeah, she says hi and to wish us luck,” Luke relays her message to them like he promised.    “Too bad she can’t be in the audience,” Calum says.    “Yeah, if you went public then Felicity would leave you alone,” Ashton suggests.    “Or she’d try and make y/n look bad. I don’t want her to be ridiculed and lied about,” Luke shakes his head at the thought. “We’re fine doing what we’re doing,” he shrugs.    “You’re both not fine with it,” Michael says quietly.    “Yeah, well, let’s just take the shot.” Luke thrusts his drink in the center of their circle. With a clumsy cheers and a clink, they each down the shot in one gulp. It burns down Luke’s throat in the best way and he’s ready to get on stage.    During the performance he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket at least ten times and he pictured y/n just like she said he would. Each time it buzzed he’d smile and run his fingers through his hair, he knows she’d go crazy for that. Another buzz.    Jimmy Fallon joined them onstage to announce they’d be right back after the break to speak to them. He asks about touring and the new album and then very carefully he asks about Felicity. Luke is very amicable and denies everything Felicity has sad about him and her.    “So you aren’t seeing her in secret?” Jimmy clarifies.    “No, I am not,” he states definitively.    “Is anyone seeing anyone in secret?” Jimmy laughs.    “No, we’re all very visible in seeing people,” Ashton jokes and the guys laugh. The rest of the interview lasts another couple of minutes and then they’re on their way back to the dressing room.    Luke checks his phone as soon as he’s in the room and smiles at each text she sent:

You’re so hot omg Why are you so good looking it isn’t fair Aw you smiled Did you feel me buzz? ;) Ugh yes the chorus! Sing it baby you’re so good I’m wearing your ring now boo You’re killin me with your voice I’m dead, I can’t I can’t wait to see you Boooo Felicity, I hope she’s watching this You did amazing babe, call me when you can  xx

   He replied quickly “just got back to the dressing room. I’ll call you in the car to the hotel. Disappointed I didn’t get a bubble pic ;)”    He greets fans waiting outside for about ten minutes with the others then decides to head to the hotel so he can hopefully facetime y/n. She picks up on the second ring.    “How was your bath?” he asks.    “Wonderful, I just got out right before you called, actually. You did so good, I love watching you perform.”    “Thanks babe,” he smiles. “What are you doing the rest of the night?”    “Probably watch a movie and miss you,” she says. He can hear the pout in her voice.    “I miss you, too. I was thinking, next week we don’t having anything scheduled and I could fly out to you or I could fly you to me and we can spend the week together?”    “That sounds perfect, I’d love to. What room are you staying in again?”    “Four eleven, why?” he asks getting out of the car and into the lobby of the hotel. He makes a beeline to the elevators.    “I had something special delivered to your room,” she says slyly and he can hear the smile in her voice. “I hope you like it.”    “Do I get a hint?” he laughs entering the elevator.    “Umm, it’s a bit small… that’s all you get.”    “Okay, well I’m almost to the room. Will I see it right away?”    “Oh I’m sure you will,” she giggles.    He takes his keycard out and swipes it in the door. A bedside lamp is on and he knows he didn’t leave any lights on when he left for dinner hours ago. He turns the corner and sees her lying on the bed in a white silk nightgown, her curls cascading down her shoulders. Her ankles are crossed comfortably and she smiles at his shocked reaction.    “Told you it’s a bit small,” she laughs sliding off the bed and the nightgown opens just a sliver to reveal something red beneath it. “Are you going to kiss me or keep staring?” she smiles and he breaks his frozen stature.    He bounds quickly across the room to her and kisses her hungrily with his hands on her waist. The fabric of the robe slips through his fingers and he holds onto her tighter. Her arms loop around his neck and she kisses him back with the same enthusiasm.    “How did you… what are you doing here?” he asks in between kisses but she can’t answer him because he kisses her again.    “I needed to see you,” she says finally as he looks down at her. “I don’t work all weekend so I thought I’d surprise you. Are you surprised?”    “Completely,” he laughs. “You’re amazing, you are. So you didn’t work out or take a bath?”    “I didn’t work out but I did take a bath and watched you perform in your bathroom. I hope that’s okay,” she finishes nervously and chews on her lip.    “That’s more than okay, lovie,” he cradles her face in his hands with a smile and gives her four quick kisses, each one lasting longer than the last. She giggles on his mouth. “God, I’ve missed you.”    “I missed you, too.” She moves his curls from his face and he finally looks at her outfit.    “What’s all this?” he lifts one of the strings of the robe and plays with the supple fabric.    She takes a small step back from him and unties the robe slowly. He gulps as he watches her slip it off her body to reveal what exactly the red was underneath. It was a red lingerie set with lace and other nice things that he didn’t know the correct terminology for but was very pleased to see them on her.    “Special delivery,” she places her hands on her hips and does a cute little pose with her hip out.    She bites her lip anticipating his reaction but all he can do is stare at this beautiful creature before him and he’s speechless. His eyes travel from the way the bra clings to her breasts making them look full and oh-so inviting to kiss and there’s lace and bows traveling down her torso to her panties that are also all lace with black string hanging down her thighs. She’s sensational. And he needs her now.    He lifts her left hand and kisses the middle finger that has his ring on all while not breaking eye contact. She’s breathing heavy and the rise and fall of her breasts is tormenting.    “Come with me,” he says leading her to the sitting area where a large couch is waiting. Before he sits down he has her spin for him and he groans at the sight of small red bows placed precisely on her perfectly shaped ass. “What did I do to deserve you?”    She’s smiling when she faces him again and pushes him gently onto the couch. Very slowly she straddles his lap, his hands immediately grab onto her ass. The fabric of her outfit is as soft as her skin and he’s under her spell once more.    Slowly, she begins to rock her hips on top of him, her body moving expertly and he watches her as best he can. He becomes harder with each motion of her body, then she leans forward with her hands on either side of his head. She rocks her hips on him more fluidly and every time she comes down her breasts are in his face and he can smell how intoxicating she is.      His hands move to her hips, without even trying to resist he kisses in between her breasts, nipping and licking here and there. His large hand pulls the fabric from her skin and he sucks on her exposed nipple. She lets out a soft moan and to his dismay she pulls away from his lips. He looks up sadly in confusion.    “It’s my turn to please you,” she says rocking her hips into him. Her fingers work on the rest of the buttons of his shirt and helps him pull it off his broad chest.    Her red painted nails touch his chest, one finger moving down past his bellybutton to his jeans. She unbuttons them lifting herself up by her knees and unzips the zipper. He’s completely hypnotized by everything she is doing to him.    “Take them off,” she commands in his ear.    He lifts her off him easily and removes the last articles of his clothing then sits back eagerly on the couch for his angel in red. She flips her hair over her shoulder and teases him by skimming her finger over skin before stroking his length. He flinches at the contact but keeps his eyes on her. Always on her.    She leans forward and puckers her lips over his head, kissing him gently but wetly. She flicks her tongue on his tip then swirls it clockwise and counterclockwise before licking his entire length. She does this twice more with her tongue moving in a zig-zag pattern to get him wet.   Then, with a quick glance up at him through her long lashes she takes all of him in her mouth and he groans. He throws his head back enjoying what she’s doing to him. She works her hand with her mouth and he needs more of her, so he rocks his hips softly to meet her as she goes down on him.    He sees her spit on his tip and she lets it travel down before she takes him in her mouth again and moves faster. Her hands work well with her mouth and she moves faster, her tongue still swirling and doing whatever else it is she’s doing and he’s in pure heaven. He wants to close his eyes but he loves watching her do this to him.    “You’re so-o … so good at…at th–”    “Hmm?” she hums on his dick and he moans from the vibration. “What’d you say?”    “You’re so good at doi–”   “Mhmm,” she hums again and he can’t speak once more. She loves having this control over him and he’ll give it to her willingly. She’s so skilled at pleasuring him but if she keeps doing this he won’t last much longer. And he wants to make this last as long as he can, and to keep her in this outfit.    “Fuck, babe, I won’t last much… much longer,” he exhales looking down at her.    She takes her mouth off him with a pop. “You want me to stop?”    “You’re too good, I’ll be coming in seconds,” he sighs.    “That’s okay,” she shrugs and leans down again but he grabs her wrists tightly in his hands.    “I want to eat you out, darlin’,” he kisses her jaw and neck. “Let me.”    Her eyes close at the feel of his kiss and then he’s pulling her to her feet so he can slide her panties off. He kisses her navel, her hip bones, and swings her right leg over his shoulder. She’s blossomed beautifully before him and he dives right in. She gasps, her hands in his hair as he laps at her folds excitedly and she’s already weak.    “Oh, fuck, yeah, right there,” she moans and he moves closer to her core, licking faster. His hands hold her tightly to him and her moans are music to his ears. “Luke, please I need you.”    He loves hearing her say ‘please’ and he stops pleasuring her with his tongue and helps her settle on top of him. He guides himself into her gently and at the right angle so she starts rocking her hips and he thrusts up to meet her accordingly. They find their rhythm and her mouth is on hers, her moans swirling into his mouth.    His large hands keep her hips moving up and down on him, her nails dig into his skin and she’s mewling like a cat in his ear as she clenches around him. He attaches his lips to her exposed neck, humming how good she feels.    “Keep talking,” she pants between thrusts.    “You like riding me, baby? You’re so fucking hot on top of me,” he grunts and she’s coming again. Her moans are louder and the silky fabric is rubbing against his chest and he can’t last much longer.    They come together, exhaling a breath they both didn’t realize they were holding and Luke throws his head back against the couch, y/n collapses with him. She sweeps her hair behind her neck and kisses his cheek sweetly.    “How do I keep up with you, lovie?” he chuckles breathlessly.    “Because, you’re magic.”    She takes his face in her hands and kisses him, pouring all of her love and devotion into it which he reciprocates back fully. He is completely and irrevocably in love.

[averymessyxmas]

Chapter 3: The Dinner

(No, POVs in this chapter)

 Everyone was sitting at the dinner table, passing food and making small talk. It had been 10 years since everyone had come together for a meal, but it was still extreme tension in the Richards house. MJ decided to break the ice and ask what probably was on most people’s mind. “So, Vi, what you been up to? we haven’t seen you in like 10 years” MJ said. Vada looked around the table at everyone, the spotlight was on her. “Well after I left Atlanta, I moved to New York and got myself enrolled at NYU. I graduated in Fashion in 2012, got my first job as a Fashion Merchandiser for a little-known boutique called Fashion Forward Inc. I was then approached by Denise Wilburn to be an intern and assistant at Essence Magazine, then I was promoted to personal stylist for photo spreads in the magazine”.  She smiled, because she was happy to brag about her successful life. Janessa felt a hint of jealousy being that she is on the verge of struggling. “Vada I’m so proud of your success, I always knew you be okay, because you’re a go-getter like your old man” Malcom Sr. said. Janessa picked at her biscuit and looked at Vada and Michael smiling at each other. “So, Michael how did you and Vada meet?” She said looking sternly at Vada. If looks could kill Janessa would be dead. “We met our freshmen year in College, we had met at orientation, we both had trouble finding our History class” Michael said smiling at Vada. Sharice sipped on her wine, feeling more of a buzz than before. This was her 5th glass. “MJ, I’m so proud of the family that you have, your children are beautiful” Vada said. MJ smiled looking over at Danielle, who was still pissed at him. She lightly smiled at Vada. “Janessa what about you, no man?” Vada asked. Janessa chugged her wine looking around at everyone, Vada was smiling ear to ear. “I’m actually been very busy in um L.A. actually” She said keeping it short. “What do you do there?” Vada asked eating her mashed potatoes. “I um, I work for a telemarking company, I work from home” She stated. Vada smirked, she knew she was living better than her sister and that made her feel good. “Ding, Dong” The door bell rang. Malcom Sr. got up and grabbed the door. “Umm Narkim, your girlfriend is here” He said. Everybody looked as Denisha walked in. She had on thigh boots with a crop top sweater and booty shorts with fishnets and a crop bubble coat. Sharice mouth was agape. Damien and Nylah started laughing silently. They knew Sharice was already not fond of Denisha. “Hey yall this is Nisha, my girl, Nisha this is my mama, my dad, my sister and her boyfriend Mike, my brother Damien and MJ, and his best friend La-La, MJ’s wife Dani, there kids over there at the kid table and My sis Nessa and you know Nori”. She smiled slightly and waved at everyone. They all said their hellos and waved. She took a seat next to Nori, “Hey girl” She said smiling at Nori. Nori and Nisha were good friends. Everyone was waiting for Sharice to say something. She kept looking over at the couple. Narkim was fixing Nisha a plate. “So Denisha right? How did you and Narkim meet, he hasn’t mentioned to us he had such a pretty girlfriend?” Danielle asked. Denisha smiled and looked around at everyone who was all curious. Narkim was nervous, and Nori could sense that. “Thank you, so are you. We met a year ago, at my job”. Danielle smiled and nodded, she really jus was trying to break the silence. Sharice was still not intrigued by Denisha. She reached for the pie that was on the table and started cutting into it. “Where do you work?”. Sharice asked. All eyes shifted to Denisha. Narkim was praying she wasn’t going to say she was a stripper. “I work at Blue Flame” Denisha said confidently. MJ started coughing on his beer. Damien and Nylah got their phones prepared.  Narkim’s leg was shaking from nervous ness, causing Nori’s leg to tap. Janessa just shook her head, she knew this wasn’t going to end well.  Sharice nodded. “I heard of that, it’s like a club, are you a waitress?” She asked. Denisha shook her head. “No mam, I’m a dancer”. Narkim palmed his face. Nori just pretended like she didn’t hear anything. “Jesus, help her” Vada whispered to herself. Sharice gulped down her wine. Malcom Sr. just shook his head. Damien tried to hold in his laughter. Denisha peeled at her chicken, she wasn’t ashamed. “Narkim, your dating a stripper?” Sharice asked, at this point she was drunk and was about to say what was on her mind. Narkim looked up at his mom. “She’s a dancer mama not a stripper”. Sharice bust out laughing. “A dancer huh?” Denisha was starting to get annoyed. “Yes mam, I dance for money because I got to do what I have to do to support myself”. She stated. Vada was never a stripper, but she understood. “No judgement here” Janessa said. Everyone nodded. Sharice was not having it. “Yall may not care but I do, you come to a family dinner looking like Blac Chyna, it’s 30 degrees outside young lady, you couldn’t wear anything else? I’m sorry but I don’t want my son dating a stripper”. Denisha stopped eating and looked at Sharice. “I’m grown, I can wear what I want to, I strip because it pays my bills, I don’t care what nobody got to say about me?”.  Denisha put on her coat and stood up. Sharice rolled her eyes. “My son is in college about to be somebody, he doesn’t need no hood rat to trap him and make him a baby daddy, I know how yall operate, you see rich college boy and see him as a way out, I’ll be damned”. Sharice said. Malcom Sr. stood up and grabbed her arm. “Your drunk Rice, enough”. He said to her. She snatcher her arm away. Denisha was about to leave when Narkim grabbed her. “Baby wait”. Narkim looked at Sharice. “Mama that was wrong bruh”. Sharice grabbed at Narkim. “Narkim sit down”. Narkim was embarrassed and mad. “I’m not going to pop off cause your Narkim’s mom, but Ima pray for you, I love your son, I’m far from a hood rat”. Denisha stormed out. “Nisha! damn it mama!” He said. Sharice looked at him crazy. “Let her ass go, you really thought it was okay to bring some hoe up in my house?” She asked. Danielle got up and went over to the kids table to take Leiana and Christian upstairs, so they wouldn’t witness the drama.  Narkim shook his head. “Mama please chill off him” Nori said. “Mama you can’t be telling me, who I can’t be with, I’m grown”.  Narkim said. “What your mother is trying to say is son you can’t be messing with no girl that will not benefit your future, your trying to get your PHD, she will only distract you”. Malcom Sr. stated. Narkim sighed loudly. He wanted to tell his parents he dropped out so bad. “Sharice no more wine tonight”. Malcom Sr. said grabbing the glass from her. “See this is why I don’t come home” Vada whispered to Michael. “It’s fine” He said. Janessa was having flash backs of when he father spazzed on her for bringing Dylan home. Nori started to feel nauseous “I got to go to the bathroom”. Nori ran off. “Malcom stop trying to tell me how to act in my own house! You don’t live here anymore so you don’t dictate shit!” She yelled. Everyone looked at them. “Mom what you mean Daddy don’t live here?” Janessa asked. “I guess since we’re all here, it’s time to let yall know we are getting a divorce, I have moved out already” Malcom Sr. said. “What?!” They all said. MJ looked at Damien. “You knew?” He asked. Damien nodded. “They wanted to tell yall in person, I been had the talk 7months ago” He said. MJ started laughing. “You talk shit about my marriage but you out here divorcing mom and shit” He said. “Watch your tone Malcom Jr. your still are my son, and you need to respect me”. He said. “Psshhh” MJ said waving him off. MJ went upstairs. “Well this is my family” Vada said to Michael.  He just nodded. Damien just palmed his face, Nylah played with her fingers. “Well I’m out, I got places to be and my relationship to fix”. Narkim said grabbing his coat. Nori came back from the bathroom. “Wait! Where are you going?” She asked. She followed Narkim outside. “Man, I got to go talk to Nish, and I got to meet with some friends really quick, I’ll be back man”. Nori nodded and went back inside. “Welp, dinner was nice”. Vada said sarcastically. Vada and Michael excuses themselves. Nori was looking at everyone confused. “What happened?” She asked. “Daddy and Mom are getting a divorce and Daddy moved out” Janessa said. Nori sat down in shock, although she knew it would soon happen. “Wow” Malcom Sr. sighed loudly. “Regardless of the circumstance, were still having Christmas as a family, and it won’t be any different, now I expect everyone to make the most of it”. Malcom Sr. sternly said. “I’m to tired to clean up, Damien, Nylah help Janessa and Nori straighten up please”. Sharice stumbled to her bedroom. “Ding Dong” The doorbell rang. “Bruh who the fuck here so got damn late”. Damien said. Malcom Sr. who was watching the football game in the living room answered the door. “Kristen…I forgot about tonight” He said to the women at the door. She smiled, “It’s fine, I assumed you got my message about me running late”. She said. He smiled and shook his head. “I um it’s not a good time”. He said. She nodded. “I understand, it’s late”. He wanted Kristen to meet his family but after the dinner he knew not to even dare to do that. “I can fix you a plate really quick, I know you are starving come on inside” He said. Kristen smiled, and walked in. The kids were cleaning the kitchen when Malcom Sr. walked in. “Hey um kids, this is my friend Kristen” He said. Everyone stopped to look, Damien turned around to see his dads’ friend and his heart dropped. “Ms. Madison?” Nylah said. Damien dropped his mom’s fine china plate. Kristen’s eyes widened, and Damien was in shock. “Damien!” Nylah yelled. Everyone looked at Damien. “I sorry man, the plate slipped”. Nylah helped Damien pick up the pieces, “Are yall like dating?” Nori asked. Malcom Sr. nodded. “Yes but were just friends until the divorce is finalized”. Damien helped Nylah throw the peices away and walked out of the kitchen. He walked into the bathroom and put water on his face. He was in shock that his dad was dating, and dating his teacher, who he was also sleeping with. “What the fuck”.He opened up the door and Kristen was in front of his face. 

[theretirementstory]

Greetings from a very wet Bar-sur-Aube, it appears to have rained through the night and looks set to continue until mid afternoon, all I can say is “hallelujah” as the fields, gardens and rivers have been desperate for water. I had managed to get letters written and I headed into town to buy stamps and get them posted off. I know my gorgeous granddaughter received her letter I just hope that the others arrived at their destinations. I have been making soup for the freezer, plus hunting out other recipes for something tasty to have during these Autumn days, found a recipe for Pesto Aux Champignons, I am going to give this a try, I do not like basil and this recipe says to use either parsley or chives in place of the basil. After Anie’s visit last week where she told me that in order to revive the new hydrangea I needed to give it some water (umm!) well I have given it some (when I remembered) and the leaves have unfurled and it does look “happier”. No need for me to worry about it today, it will get plenty of water. I started to read one of the books I had received for my birthday, Act of Betrayal by Michael Chaplin, I could not put it down, I gave myself up to it and finished it in two days (well I did have to make meals, sleep etc), I was “in that story” I can tell you. Now I am on the look out for the book “Dandelion Dead” which Mr. Chaplin thought may be on Amazon but I have only been able to find the DVD. I also received a book “Bursting Bubbles” a secret history of champagne and am now reading that. As well as all of that, I have had two sessions of physiotherapy on my shoulder, the physio has now found a new programme which, although I feel as if my shoulder is being held in a vice, has proved extremely beneficial. I think I must be a glutton for punishment as I first of all have my shoulder pounded by this “mini” pneumatic drill, then I have it relaxed with some gentle pulsing and finally this vice like grip and release, however, it really seems to be working as the pain in the biceps up to the shoulder is nowhere near as painful and I have greater movement. The French class and knitting with refugees is not taking place for the next few weeks as the bureau is being re-jigged. It is sad as I cannot see my friends but it also gives me more time to read, cook or whatever other thing takes my fancy. It has been “The Graduates” birthday this weekend, 23 years old, he has been to stay at “The Richmond” in Liverpool and has been thoroughly spoilt (by all accounts), thank you Lucy. Have a safe journey home, you two, and remember, Mr Graduate, it is time to get your head back into that dissertation and get it all finished. I had written to “Sounds of the 70’s” with Johnnie Walker requesting a record for my birthday earlier in the month, I also asked if it couldn’t be played for my birthday then well in time for my son’s birthday. Last Sunday evening I just glanced at the playlist and there was the song I had requested……..the phone was like a “hotline” first to one son then the other telling them to listen to the request. We were so excited, it was wonderful to hear, thank you Johnnie Walker. “The Daddy” and “The Mummy” have had their apartment on the market and they had a viewing on Wednesday evening and lo and behold they have received an offer, well after much discussion they decided to accept an uprated offer and although they really did not want to have to be moving out before Xmas it looks as if that will be the case. Exciting times. I hadn’t heard from Marie-Therese but I knew she had a busy week and we had already discussed going out this weekend for a look around Chateauvillain. Rain was forecast and I must admit I was thinking did I want to go out and wander around in the rain. We agreed that if the rain, promised, had not arrived by the time Marie-Therese was to leave her house we would go. She arrived at my home for 1.45pm and off we went in my car. Chatting as we went, we were travelling along a tree lined road when I saw this huge branch on a vertical trajectory land right in front of the car, breaking off large pieces and leaving behind a huge piece, wow if we had been seconds sooner, I dread to think. Anyway, on we drove and arrived at the “Expo” which a friend had described as “not for the faint-hearted” I wandered but Marie-Therese likes to take in everything so as I waited for her I glanced outside, it was pouring with rain, I was so pleased that she took her time as by the time we walked out of the door it was just a few spots of rain. We got back to the car and headed into the town, Marie-Therese wanted to see the “lavoir” and I thought I was heading in the right direction but unfortunately, lost the signs and ended up heading back towards the river Aujon, at this point I abandoned the car and we headed off on foot. I was pleased we had, we found the ancient ramparts and towers, the Moulin Bas, the Ancient Moulin a Huile, stumbled onto the Lavoir a parquet flottant, we also found Le Vilain Pas Vilain de Chateauvillain, sculptures by Michel Boussard. We visited the church which was wonderful and we spent a lot of time there. Then it was time to make the “ten-mile hike” back to the abandoned car. We finally found it and I got in to head for home thinking about the coffee eclair and cuppa waiting for me at there. The roads were quiet and I saw two cars approaching, lo and behold the car in the rear was a police car and he pulled the other car over. We were approaching the small village of Cirfontaines-en-Azois, we passed my friends house, just rounded the bend and there in front of me were a dozen police……..one indicated for me to pull over. Marie-Therese said “mask” and I donned my mask before opening the door to the policeman, he asked me to switch off the engine, he probably thought we would try and make a fast getaway, little did he know that I was quaking like a jelly. He requested my papers while another policeman was looking at my car. My hands were shaking I could hardly get the papers and licence out, he checked that my insurance sticker on the windscreen matched with my papers and then gave me the papers back and said I could leave. I put my seat belt back on and then set off, goodness only knows what my face looked like as Marie-Therese asked if I was ok and couldn’t understand why a “routine” check would make me so jumpy. It wasn’t because I was guilty of anything, it was because these guys frighten the life out of me, I always feel as if I have done something wrong even though I observe speed limits, drive carefully etc. Having never been stopped by police in the UK and now having been stopped twice to be breathalysed (they just stop everyone at a given point) and now being asked to stop and hand over my papers, it made yesterday quite an eventful day. Surprisingly, my friend, whose house was just around the bend was totally unaware of the huge police presence in the village. So today, well the birthday boy has been on the phone a couple of times already this morning, but now they are heading to a restaurant nearer home to have lunch and complete a fun filled two days. What will I do? It appears that the rain is due to cease so I may get in a little walk this afternoon. I must admit walking has really helped my back, after my walk yesterday I woke up this morning without the usual aching and it was a lot easier to get out of bed. A bientot.

[balencia]

Hope Burns Bright

A BMC Green Lantern Jeremy AU fic for @monsterunderthefedora. This takes place sometime prior to their fic here

“Out of my way… loser.”

The phrase still stung in Michael’s mind as he watched his best friend walk away. He could feel tears budding but wiped them away before they could fall. You aren’t Jeremy… he thought angrily. And I’m gonna get my player one back. Everything’ll be okay…

Light-minutes overhead, an odd sight was passing through the Sol system: a brilliant sapphire blue ring. The ring flashed once with an inner light and made a hard turn sunward before rocketing off.

***

Michael’s thoughts bubbled in his head as he walked outside to his car. Driving home, he barely registered walking into his room and opening the window wide until a bright blue light streaked down from the sky straight at him. Michael stepped back as the light stopped in front of him and dimmed to reveal a sapphire blue ring bearing a symbol that looked like a lantern with wings.

“Michael Mell of Earth,” The ring said in a soothing tone. “You have the ability to instill great hope. Welcome to the Blue Lantern Corps.”

“But-but I haven’t inspired hope in anyone,” Michael replied, nervous. “P’sure there are more hopeful people on Earth than me.”

“Yet this ring chose you. Sometimes, the only person you need to inspire hope in… is yourself. So long as you never keep that hope soley for yourself and never give up.”

A little awestruck, Michael nodded and stretched out his right hand, flinched back for a moment, then held it out firm. He watched as the ring slid smoothly onto his middle finger. Flashing again, a wave of blue light spread down his arm and across his body. He closed his eyes as the light passed over his head.

As the light faded, it revealed a black and blue bodysuit was now covering his body. "Umm… can I change this?” Michael asked aloud. “I really liked that hoodie.”

“Of course, bearer.” The ring replied. “One moment.” Another ripple of light generated a baggy hoodie emblazoned with the same symbol as on the ring. “Would you like to set this as your default outfit?”

“Yeah sure, that’s much better,” Michael sighed. “Now, I need to help my friend’s SQUIP out.” He glanced out the window… then did a double take at an orange flickering from the house he had just left. “Oh my god. I gotta get over there now!”

“Activating high speed flight.” The ring intoned, shrouding Michael’s body in a blue aura as he launched himself out the window.

Within seconds, he arrived just as a fire truck pulled up. “I’m with the Blue Lantern Corps.” Michael explained, projecting the symbol from his ring. “I’m here to help.”

The firemen nodded and focused on containing the growing blaze and escorting people out. Michael didn’t see Rich, Jake, Brooke, Chloe, Christine or Jeremy in the crowd.

Michael swooped down and concentrated. “Ring, can you find any lifesigns and mark them on a map?”

In response, a film of light appeared in front of him. On it, six circles appeared, all in various states of duress, judging from the labels. Without further hesitation, Michael homed in on the marker most in need.

Using hand-shaped constructs to push burning objects out of his way, glad that the aura around him filtered out the smoke and heat, he made his way to the person who was curled on the ground, who turned out to be Rich. Michal almost called out to him, before remembering that he now had a secret identity. “Hey!”

Rich barely noticed the yell, but Michael quickly surrounded him in a blue sphere, carefully maneuvering him out of the house and transferring him to an ambulance. “There’s still more people in there,” he explained, before zipping back in.

In short order, he rescued Brooke, Chloe, Jenna, and Christine, all of whom looked rather worse for wear, before a loud CRACK split the air. One of the remaining two markers began flashing urgently.

“Oh god… please don’t be Jer, please don’t be Jer!” Michael muttered as he zipped back in. To his simultaneous relief and horror, it wasn’t Jeremy, but Jake, who been pinned under a fallen bookshelf.

With a carjack construck, he lifted the shelf off of Jake’s legs, before gingerly picking him up. Jake hissed and yelled out in pain. “Oh god it hurts!”

“I know it hurts, but you’re gonna be okay! We just need to get you outta here!” Michael replied, hurrying back the  way he came to the waiting ambulance. “I think his legs are broken, he needs help bad!” Michael relayed. The paramedics nodded in understanding and began talking into a radio as Michael headed for the remaining life sign.

Turned out the remaining sign was Jeremy, and he had secluded himself in the bathroom. Carefully opening the door, he looked at Jeremy, and saw the other boy look at him and register his presence for the first time in weeks. Of course, Jeremy didn’t know it was Michael, but Michael couldn’t help but smiling fondly. “Party not go as you expected?” he quipped. “C’mon dude. Let’s get you outta here.” Without futher ado, he slung one of Jer’s arms over his shoulder and walked him out, producing a shield over their heads. “He listened to the brunet’s ramblings until they got out. “That’s everybody!” Michael proclaimed proudly, lifting himself off the ground.

“Wait-” Michael paused and looked down at Jeremy, who had grabbed his sleeve. “Who are you?” Jeremy asked.

“I’m a Blue Lantern, dude.” Michael answered. “Now I gotta jet ASAP.” With that, he shot off into the sky, purposefully heading in the wrong direction before shutting his aura off and going home.

***

“… In other news, last night, a fire broke out at a Halloween party last night at the Dillinger house.” the newswoman reported as Michael sat at his desk, doing research on the SQUIP. he paused and looked over at the TV as she continued. “Loss of life was was prevented by the appearance of a person who identified themselves as a “Blue Lantern”, who saved six teenagers trapped. His association with our world’s four known Green Lanterns is unknown. Midleborough thanks you, Blue Lantern.”

Michael smiled and glanced down at his ring, which shown in the light. He turned to a piece of paper where a short oath was written down.

Sitting on the floor was a large blue old-fashioned looking lantern, which he pressed the ring to. As both ignited into light, he recited the oath.

“In fearful day, in raging night,

”With strong hearts full our souls ignite.

”When all seems lost in the War of Light,

Look to the stars for hope burns bright!”

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PTA

Summary- Jeremy and Michael are married and have two kids Roux (pronounced Roo) and Miles Jeremy is on the PTA at their school. Jeremy is home sick with the flu and can’t make it to the weekly PTA meeting. Michael volunteers to go for Jeremy despite the fact Jeremy says he wont like it. Michael goes anyway and has to deal with the homophobic and slightly racist suburban soccer moms that make up the PTA.

warnings- mild cursing, homophobic talk and slurs. (nothing too bad though)

word count - 1751

“Oh please Jeremy, I’ll be fine its just one meeting” Michael said confidently. “ I don't know man the moms over there can be, judgey. I don't think you will like it. I’ll just go it will be fine.” Jeremy said. “ No you’re sick and you need to rest. I’ll go to the meeting for you.” Michael reassured him. “ But if you want me to rest who’s gonna watch the kids” Jeremy asked. “ Roux is upstairs playing videogames and Miles is at Will’s house working on their school project. The kids are fine. You just sit here and rest I will go to the meeting and I will take notes for you and fill you in on what you miss ok.” Michael says with a smile. “ Fine.” sighed Jeremy. “ Get some rest. I love you.” said Michael. “ I love you to” Michael kissed Jeremy on the forehead and left.

 Michael parked his car in a parking lot filled with mini vans and walked in to the school gym. In side was a few folding tables pushed together to make one larger table and off to the side where two more tables filled with home made and store bought goodies. Michael quickly saw he was the only dad there. He awkwardly shuffled over to the table of treats and grabbed a cookie. It was disgusting. “ Like the cookies, I made them. Their gluten free you know”. A blonde lady stood behind him with a chilling smile. “ I don't think I’ve seen you around here before. I'm Gale.” she beamed. “ Oh, I'm Michael and I'm filling in for Jeremy for the day, he’s home with the flu.” he said. “Aw the poor dear. How do you know Jeremy are you his brother in law or friend or,” Gale questioned. “ Oh no I'm Jeremy’s husband.” Michael stated with pride. The color in Gales face drained away. “ I see. Well then, lets start this meeting and not waste anymore time. Shall we.” she hissed. She marched over to the table and sat down the rest of the moms followed soon after. “ Good morning ladies. And guest.” Gale said with a glare towards Michael. “Now before we start we have someone ... new with us today.” she said threw gritted teeth. All of the mothers turned to face Michael. “ Please introduce yourself.” Gale stared at him with cold dead eyes. “ Hello my name is Michael and I'm filling in for my husband Jeremy today because he’s home sick.” The room was eerily silent. The mother to his left scooted her chair away from Michael and clung on to a cross neckless she wore. “ Now,” Gale started, “lets-” “Wait umm before we start, where is the bathroom.” Michael interrupted. “ Down the hall and to the left.” Gale said with a fake smile. Michael quickly got up and walked to the restroom.

Once they thought Michael was out of ear shot the chatter begain. “ I always knew something was off about Jeremy , but being gay.” said Gale. “ I would have guessed he was a Liberal or one of those crazy parents who gives his kids vaccines, but never gay. He seemed so normal, well not normal but you know what I mean.” said a redheaded woman. “ I know what you mean Helen.” said Gale. “ I knew he was crazy from the beginning. Even before I knew he was gay. I knew he wasn't right In the head, I mean Jeremy all ready admitted to marrying someone who wasn't white. But now this. Unbelievable!” exclaimed a burnet mother at the end of the table. “ We should have listened to you sooner Lindsey.” stated Helen. The woman clutching on to her cross necklace let go, sat up straight ,and spoke up. “ It’s no wonder poor Roux and Miles are so screwed up.” said Mary.

“Excuse me?” said Michael from the door way. “ What did you just say about my children?” Mary shuttered in fear and grabbed back on to her necklace. “ Y-you heard u-us?” stammered Mary. “ Yes, or at least I think you did so can you please repeat what you just said. Because I think I just heard you insult my kids so can you please repeat your self so I can make sure I'm not going crazy and I really just heard that.” demanded Michael. “ I think you need to calm down.” said Gale. “We don't need any more angry gays.” mumbled Helen to herself. Michael’s eyes widened with anger and he walked over to the tables full of sweets. He then looked her right in the eyes and flipped a 10 x 12 pan of sugar free brownies. “ My brownies!” cried out Helen. “ Fight me Helen.” Michael said with a straight face. Helen shot out from her chair reeling and slammed her fists on the table. “ How dare you!” she screamed. “Helen please! We are civilized people, you do not need to go to violence. We have morals, unlike someone.” Gale said with a sharp glare in Michaels direction. “ Insulting my family, is that what we call morals now?” said Michael sternly. “ No, but following the lords will and not corrupting the minds of young children is.” hissed Lindsey. “ Corrupting? Really?” Michael sarcastically. “ You heard me.” Said Lindsey puffing her chest. “ Just look at Miles. Just the other day he said his favorite color was pink. That's a girl color, and Roux the poor thing. She refuses to wear dresses and skirts and spends all her time talking about zombies and video games. Things are they way they are for boys and girls for a reason and we don't need people like you and Jeremy raising kids incorrectly.” she stated mater of factly. “ Look you can insult me all you want but you do not get to speak about my children or Jeremy like that. Got it.” said Michael his voice low all most a growl.  “ Fine, now lets get on with the meeting ok.” said Gale. Michael walked back to the table and sat down. Mary whispered a prayer as he took his seat next to her. “ Now the first thing we need to discuss is the drama department. The auditions for Romeo and Juliet are coming to a close and the drama teacher is considering having a boy play the role of the nurse. She is receiving complaints from parents, some saying the role should go to a girl and others saying if the kid can play the part he should have it. She would like our opinions on the matter.” Gale read off of a clip board in front of her. “ I think that if the boy can play the role better then a girl he should have it. Who cares if it was written for a girl.” Michael said with a smile. “ Of course you would think that, damn fag.” muttered Helen. “ What was that?” said Michael anger bubbling inside him again. “ You heard what I said. What are you going to do about it?” mocked Helen. “Oh I’ll show you what I'm gonna do bitch!” Michael shouted as he shot out of his seat and flung the papers in front of him at Helen. Soon all the mothers and Michael where standing and shouting at each other papers and baked goods where flying. Gale stood on top of a table and shouted above all the commotion, “ ENOUGH! I SAID ENOUGH!” ,the room fell silent as she continued, “ THIS MEETING IS OFFICALY OVER! AND YOU” , she pointed at Michael, “ I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU OR YOUR DISGUSTING HUSBAND AT ONE OF THESE MEETINGS EVER AGAIN! I REFUSE TO HAVE SUCH LOW LIFE  AND SINFUL PARENTS REPERSENTING US! MEETING ADJOURNED!’ she screeched. The room was quite. “ Well I will see you lovely ladies at parent teacher night. And Gale, your cookies are disgusting.” Michael said with a smile as Gale gasped. He walked out of the room avoiding stepping on the various cakes and cookies on the floor.

“ I’m back!” Michael announced as he walked threw the front door. “ How was it?” asked Jeremy on the couch sniffling. “ Oh it was great!” Michael said beaming. “ Wait, what, really, it went good. N-nothing went wrong.” Jeremy said shocked. “ Yeah it was awesome.” Michael said. “ Wow I'm impressed.” Jeremy looked at Michael. “ What went wrong.” asked Jeremy. Michael glanced to the side  “ Wha- nothing went wrong Jer bear ”  “ Don't Jer bear me. I know your lying, I’ve known you for nineteen years I can tell when your lying Michael.” Jeremy said staring at his husband. “ Michael.” he said sternly. “ Guess who got us banned from the PTA haha ha...” Michael said bashfully. “ Oh my God Michael.” Jeremy said burying his face in to his hands. “ You ok Jeremy, uh Jeremy are you ok? Jer bear? You ok?” Michael asked concerned. Jeremy was quite. “ I'm really sorry. But they where talking bad about the kids, and about you and us being married and then I got all defensive and-” Jeremy erupted in to laughter “ Jeremy?” “ H-Holy shit dude! hahaha You- you actually got us banned! hahahahahaha Oh my god! You fought the soccer moms! ahahahahahaha this is too funny!” laughed Jeremy.  “So your not mad?” asked Michael. “ No I'm not mad this is hilarious dude. I cant believe this. Dude you got-you got us banned for being gay hahahahahaha I can’t breath! ” Jeremy wheezed. “ So your not mad that I yelled at Gale, or flipped Helens brownies?” Michael asked. “ No dude I hate Gale and Helen their stuck up bitches. And Gales cookies are awful.” Jeremy smiled. “ Bro her baking is so bad man!” Michael laughed. “ Wait, did you say you flipped Helens brownies?” asked Jeremy. “... Yes...” said Michael hesitantly. “ I love you so much.” chuckled Jeremy as he kissed Michael on the cheek. They both laughed as they sat down on the couch. “ Man, Gale really is a bitch.” stated Michael. “ Dude tell me about it.” said Jeremy rolling his eyes as they snuggled together on the couch still laughing about all that happened at this weeks PTA meeting.

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90 Day Fiance: Season 7, Episode 4

Ooooh chile. The biggest takeaways for me this episode were thank goodness for Anny/Robert and Anna/Mursel b/c the rest of y’all sleeping on your responsibility to entertain. Let’s start with the worst and get to the best and by best I mean (5 dumpster fires out of 5 dumpster fires)

MIKE and NATALIE

We start with Mike leaving his beloved ranch in RURAL Washington state to the best side character to emerge on this show-Beau. Seriously his 10 seconds on screen was the highlight of this reel. We then flash to Natalie and her two friends in Ukraine (umm...have I been saying it wrong for years by saying-the Ukraine?) who are imitating human women going shopping. No joke, this is some earth girls are easy shit but with a gender swap. When Natalie yelled “vote!” on the dress to her two friends I had to check if they were blinking. We then get some background on Natalie via ‘exposition friend’ who she knows from work. Okay, big request to 90 day, alongside their country can you please put their profession? Everyone always says “job” “work” I NEED to know what these people are paid to do. Thank you, TLC. Natalie used to be married to a man who owned a big business. He could spoil her and give her all she wants. I needed them to call in a shady editor over from the early Rupaul’s Drag Race series to pull up some footage of the ranch. Something tells me Natalie gon be bustin out

We also hear Natalie talk about how Mike had a weight issue and that was important to her because she is such an active person. Judging by the pictures they were showing before I think Mike’s in for some serious body-shaming. He arrives and says “look at my cute little girl” and I almost vommed. Then he described her in the bedroom for a solid 60 seconds going through the entire motions of acting out a tigress and I projectile vomited everywhere. No surface in this house was left untouched. He then says hi to her mom who adores him even though neither of them can speak a word to each other and I suspect it is because the mom knows this man is her daughter’s ticket out of this home and they head off to play tigress meets the... I can’t I can. not.

MICHAEL and JULIANA

Unless I blacked out which -let’s be real is possible-they were in this episode for a solid three minutes. The kids continue to bring on wisdom well beyond their years and Juliana thinks it is a smart idea to style her hair and the daughter’s hair the same. The princess Leigh do only makes her look even younger. The kid’s bi-o-log-i-cal mother shows up and iconically states: “some women may be intimidated by someone so young, so tall, so skinny, so gorgeous, so intelligent, so traveled but I don’t have time for that.” And I said let the preacher say amen! She then says to Juliana there will be no parenting for you which- if I was 20- I’d be like fine with me brah y’all have it. I take “not mothering” to mean I’m never gonna discipline these kids, pay for anything they gotta do, and when they wanna stay up all night cool step-not mom is gonna allow it.

BLAKE and JASMIN

So we are introduced to Blake and Jasmin. It was very hard to focus because this man had straight-up JT NYSYNC bleached to high heavens Ramen hair on top and a Michael B Jordan beard in black on the bottom. But he starts describing going on a dating app after getting divorced at a young age and I’m like this looks promising. They’re about the same age, they’re both attractive, she comes from Finland which people are not fleeing in droves (in fact girl can I get trade citizenship with you- don’t ask why- it rhymes with Rump) and then a couple red flags come in each with a full music stop. The first is that this grown man lives with his parents which seems to be this season’s theme. As soon as he said that I was like hold up- hold the phone. And this is not a Norman Bates situation like Colt-e and Larissa where he is living there because his mom is his everything. This is a-I’m poor as hell and this “music thing” is me “uploading tik toks on the regular thing.” So how is he paying for this visa? The second was that Jasmin’s sister won the green card lottery and lives ten mins from Blake’s house.This got me thinking back to the  dating app they met on like hold up-he said he didn’t realize she didn’t even live in America which means this feisty minx right here probably put up like a 10-mile radius around her sister’s house. Maaaan, don’t hate the playa hate the game. Annnyyywaaay the sister and Blake drive to the airport together and the sister seems like she is not quite present. She mentions being excited to get to know Blake followed by him asking her several questions and her with the lights on, but no one home. I was very curious if Jasmin was going to have the same energy and surprise! She does. When they get back to the hotel room he says they have some alone time what should they do and she responds “shower and sleep” SAVAGE.

TANIA and SYNGIN

Now Tania pulls a move here that is a classic 90-day fiance guaranteed fail. As someone who has been watching the series since day 1 you never spend the first few days in a place waaaay better than the nowherelseville you live in. So after taking him to NY to stay in a hotel they go to CT to her mom’s shed. That’s no shade to CT but you could take me to a shed in the south of France and I’d be like I’m out. She should’ve had them share a room in an elderly home for a few days and been like surprise! private shed! On top of that she told him it was ready and it ain’t. And on top on top of that she is bossing him around to get the work done as fast as possible exactly how she wants it. If I was Syngin, I would’ve gone straight: 

and been like if we living in a shed it’s Syngin’s shed, Syngin’s rules, and Syngin’s way of life. But instead, they have an explosive fight on day 4, which is always great when you have 90 days.

ROBERT and ANNY

Now this couple is taking me on the roller coaster I was promised. This is the enterTAINTment a bitch needs! One minute I’m team Robert, the next minute I’m team Anny (to be fair I am like 85% Team Robert but you get the point). So it starts off with them going off to meet Bryson’s grandparents. The mom is out of the picture but the grandparents are not and Anny is so upset about it. I am like why is she acting so weird about this and saying they need to leave the past in the past.

Then grandma shows up....

and grandma is fooooooooiiiiiiine as all hell. I was like ooohhhh got it Anny, got it. Also, is Bryson’s mom 12? Nana Stephanie proceeds to have a very rational- if not a little invasive -conversation with Anny who is not having her at all. She is at an 11 straight out the gate. And when Stephanie reveals herself to be a porn star (Diamond Foxxx-you’re welcome) Anny is all that’s disgusting she’s uneducated. And that is some bullshit. If Stephanie wants to be a porn star, by all means, do you. Robert then takes Anny to a restaurant when she really should be in bed with some Theraflu. In this hoarse voice, Anny pulls out a bunch of screenshots of Robert’s exes on his fbook. I'm on the fence on this one. For the most part, I think it's fine if you keep up pics from old relationships but I suppose I could see why it might bother someone. Then Robert reveals Bryson is not his only child. Oh no-the man has FIVE children by four different women. That was a full mic-drop moment for me. I was like hey umm DJ run that back. Did you say five? Four baby-mamas? And where are these children?  They have been portraying this man as this savior single father and did not let us know about the other kids until episode FOUR. Well done, TLC. You go for that Emmy.

ANNA and MURSEL

With this couple I simply cannot. I have zero idea what this man’s motivations are. He does not seem into Americans or American culture and he does not seem into Anna. Is he a hostage? Honestly, I do not know. They go on a bee-keeping adventure which for them is foreplay but the man is shading Anna’s bee-keeping abilities!

She is trying to use this whole experience to set off a night with some bubbly and Boyz II men playing and he is not getting it. at. all. because neither of them understands a word the other one says. She’s all-”does my bee-keeping make you horny baby?” and he's like “bees, yes.” They’re then on their way to what I think is her bridal shower and she is telling him to talk to her friends but she literally has to hand motion “talk.” He arrives and understands nothing and no one commenting on how in Turkey only men have bachelor parties. Oh my non-alcohol drinking friend you have yet to see a bachelorette party. All her friends are confused because these two can barely communicate like even on the most basic of levels. In terms of relationships via google translator, I would put them BELOW Paul and Karine and that's a low ass standard.

So that is this week’s episode of 90 day fiancee! RIP to Angela and Michael and Sasha and Emily because they were not shown for a single second. We keep you in our prayers.