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fullstcp · 1 month
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'The Good Witch' by Maisie Peters Sentence Starters
THE GOOD WITCH
"Did you think I forgot about you?"
"Let's call this the calm before the storm comes rushing through."
"It's Armageddon."
"Still argue like my mother and suppress stuff like my dad."
"Still miss you, but I know now it'll pass."
"I will try forgiveness, but I will not forget."
"Am I better yet?"
COMING OF AGE
"Was it a love affair or just a lot of late nights?"
"If it was a first kiss, how come it felt like a snake bite?"
"I wish I would've seen it sooner."
"I wasn't your cliché."
"This is my coming of age."
"Baby, I am the Iliad, of course you couldn't read me."
"I'll leave you behind, but that don't mean it's easy."
"You stole my love and I paid."
"But you couldn't keep what you couldn't tame."
"I let you butcher my big heart."
"It's my song and my stage."
WATCH
"Nobody actually happy and healthy has ever felt so desperate to prove it."
"It looked like a film Michael Cera would act in."
"It felt like a face slap."
"I fought it but I saw it and it sawed me right in half."
"You still get to me, but I still let you."
"You got every single thing you want. And I just watch."
"I know that I should know better."
"I just keep looking back at you."
"I saw you and your girlfriend."
"Sure, I don't know she's your girlfriend."
"Well, fucking sue me cause at least then we could talk."
"Now you're living the goddamn dream."
"You broke my heart and my self esteem for a girl/guy who's a remix of me."
BODY BETTER
"I was good to you."
"Did I just not do it for you, superficially?"
"You were it for me."
"It was nothing I did and nothing I said."
"And I know I gave you all of myself, one hundred percent."
"Loving you was easy, that's why it hurts now."
"The worst way to love somebody is to watch them love somebody else and it work out."
"Do you love her/him/them?"
"If you love her/him/them, was I just an idea you liked?"
"I don't know how I still can't make it make any sense."
"I thought it would be us for life."
"Will you tell me just one more lie?"
WANT YOU BACK
"I was the DJ and the darling of your passenger side."
"I know it didn't last."
"What was cheap to you, to me, was all I had."
"The issue is, I know all of this and I still want you back."
"If you told me what would happen, I think I would've begged."
"So you got to be a coward and I salvaged a little self-respect."
"I'd be yours again tomorrow if you wanna."
"I still want you back."
THE BAND AND I
"He said he'd make a move and then he went with 'Excuse me?'."
"It was letting go of everything but you."
"If we're living the dream, I hope we never wake up."
"It was breaking down, it was falling in love."
"It was magic, babe, pure and strong."
"It was a far-flung wish when we were young."
YOU'RE JUST A BOY (AND I'M KINDA THE MAN)
"I take in clowns like a one-woman circus."
"You're kinda awful, but you're not awful on purpose."
"Don't you know that you're losing this?"
"I'm on a one-way trip to take over the world."
"What's a girl/boy gonna do when she's/he's in love with you?"
"It's sad and it's true and I'm in love with you."
"You were my best friend."
"I'm not gonna wait, now I know better than that."
"Goodbye from your biggest fan."
"Goodbye from the bigger man."
LOST THE BREAKUP
"I know you remember."
"I'm the best thing that almost happened to you."
"I'm the greatest love that you wasted."
"You got two types: country and western."
"Wow, hey, it's been forever."
"Do you wanna get a drink, like together?"
"I'm kinda busy but, like, stay in touch."
"Oh, shit I won the breakup."
"You lost the breakup."
WENDY
"You're laughin' like a kid."
"You're calling like the future then you're closed up like a fist."
"Lost my page when you kissed me."
"She/he almost loses her/his way cause she/he follows him/her after one look."
"I know the girl/guy that you want and it scares me."
"Behind every lost boy/girl, there's always a Wendy."
"You're evasive on the phone until you're sorry on the floor."
"I'm throwing you a bone because you want me and you're sure."
"If I'm not careful, I'll wake up and we'll be married."
RUN
"I've heard some things that I will leave unrepeated."
"If a man says that he wants you in his life forever, run."
"He/she likes a promise if he/she don't have to keep it."
"He/she hates a sentence when he/she has to mean it."
TWO WEEKS AGO
"I wish it was two weeks ago."
"I wish we kissed when we first wanted."
"When we said goodbye, wish I hadn't let go."
"I loved you, babe, but I bet you knew that."
"Knew you loved me, babe, when you told me that."
"I was happier than I'd ever known."
"That last kiss, couldn't look at you. But I wish I did."
"I was yours so fast."
"God, I loved you, babe, did I tell you that?"
BSC
"We don't speak cause it's too tricky."
"But if I'm tricky, why'd you kiss me?"
"It's funny and I'm laughing, baby."
"You think I'm alright. But I'm actually bloody motherfucking batshit crazy."
"It kept it in, but it wrecked my organs."
"I'm gonna throw you down the river."
"You made me Little Miss Unstable."
"I can write you out the way I wrote you in."
THERAPY
"When we met, I told you I've been treated carelessly."
"You couldn't have loved a girl/guy any harder than you loved me."
"I'm just talking to your memory."
"I was abandoned, but you swore that you'd be there for me."
"Your touch will last for centuries."
"You gave me the world and you gave me your word."
"It built me like a promise until it broke me like a curse."
"I knew loving you was letting you leave."
THERE IT GOES
"I'm dating, but just dating for sport."
"I'm doing better, I made it to September."
"I can finally breathe."
"I had to let it go."
"The love we had was eating me whole."
"He/she kissed me right in front of my friends."
"I don't need your light to be lit."
"The way I loved you, I will not be embarrassed of that."
"I just should've known when to quit."
"The loss is yours."
"The universe is shifting and it's all for me."
HISTORY OF MAN
"I couldn't believe it. How you could just stop wanting me."
"She begs him, he says he doesn't understand."
"She loves him more than anyone ever has."
"You didn't even falter."
"You didn't look back once, did you?"
"Given half the chance, I would've made him weaker too."
"You walked out without sweating."
"He stole her youth and promised heaven."
"Women's hearts are lethal weapons."
"You are still my great obsession."
"I beg you and you don't understand."
"I hold on, I try to hold your hand."
"I save you a seat and then you say you wanna stand."
"So you'll lose me, the best you'll ever have."
HOLY REVIVAL
"I swore that I'd be a non-bullshit tolerating kind of girl/guy."
"No getting attached to men you can't have."
"Last year, I had to focus on survival."
"My ex was a bitter man, middle child."
"Now I'm in my holy revival."
"I have two friends. I listen to them like the bible."
"That is really not important."
"It's about what he represents."
"Which is me getting obsessed by someone fundamentally wrong for me."
"I'm not doing it again."
"It's just me and myself."
"You're just kinda dumb."
"I'm just kinda done."
"No telling the truth."
YOKO
"Funny, you know, you were the whole wide world."
"You fell for the moment so you lied to the girl/guy."
"I gave you option, and you chose wrong."
"I meant, "Don't go." It came out as "Goodbye"."
"You said, "Fine." When you should've said, "We could try"."
"Now we're seeing other people."
"Thought you knew how I felt, now I doubt it."
"We should've talked it out when it happened."
"I couldn't talk to you."
"You misunderstood the secret."
"The universe doesn't always come through."
"Sometimes you can't be the hero and tell the truth."
"And you misunderstood me leaving as something I wanted. I didn't want it at all."
"You should've put me above those people you didn't even know."
"You have a phone, you should've called."
"You misunderstood a lot of things."
"You misunderstood me too."
THE SONG
"I'm older now but I still don't really know things."
"I thought that we were forever and ever, I guess I was wrong."
"You were the one and now you're not."
"I'm gonna fall out of love by the end of the song."
"I could reach out but it's your turn and it's your shit."
"I've been trying peace and love and telling the truth."
"I got drunk, told everyone that I broke up with you."
"I was obsessed but I was young."
"You were my whole life once."
GUY ON A HORSE
"I hear you talking over me, like, is that smart?"
"You'll be lonely in your fifties."
"I tried to be nice but I can't keep it in anymore."
"I think you wanna start a war."
TRUTH IS
"He's/she's just something you regret."
"He's/she's not a savior or the best you'll ever get."
"Time will heal, but I'll always be a little bit broke."
"You weren't love but I think I confused it."
"All I ever did was care."
"I'll never get back months of my life."
"Did I give you any reason?"
"Did I love you?"
"Did you think that I deserved it?"
THE LAST ONE
"I'll always see great heights in you."
"I'll be the last one in your corner when the count's done."
"I'm still your number one fan."
"After the crowd's gone, I'll be the last one."
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neverchecking · 9 months
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hello! im the anon from the twilight ask!
The let-down reflex is what makes breastmilk flow smoothly. When babies suck at the breast, nerves are stimulated which causes the hormones prolactin and oxytocin to be produced. Theres a known psychological reflex with letdown, that those who can, will sometimes start lactating when they hear or see babies crying. its also known to happen when breasts are particularly full of milk or when something makes the body think that breastfeeding has happened, activating the“letdown reflex”
which is why i present to you this information with twilight.
the first time it happens takes both him and his partner by surprise, who new this could happen? so as the loving mate, he takes care of it all not without having a taste
i have this not very thought out idea that he slowly learns what does and doesn't trigger the reflex, but only using this knowledge when he knows youre both alone, or so he can whisk you away to somewhere private. as we've seen hes extremely protective/private, this bleeds into his partner. His darling is his and his alone. This is amplified x10 if theyre pregnant and producing milk. why should anyone else reap the rewards of what's rightfully his?
the thought of twilight absolutely ruining them, his mouth sucking at their nipples while doing so... mix that in with some slight manhandling and his accent....
drinking from his partner would also be really intimate for him too. i remember reading he likes to take things *usually* more slow for intimacy so i do enjoy the idea of twilight just laying on top of reader/whomever with his face in their chest. it could aftercare endeavor, after all he deserves a reward for all his hard work.
these are badly written out as i have no clue how to write my thoughts out but twilight has a chokehold on my brain!!
OH SO thats why moms who hear babies cry at the store start to leak- Okay thank you!
So. the first time probably happens in Ordon. It's a village that's thriving so there's always a baby. Maybe Twilight and his own lover are outside, sitting with their pup (TWILIGHT CALLS HIS BABY PUP SUE ME), when a baby's cry reaches them. At first they don't think anything of it. Maybe Twilight is gently holding his kid up and making faces at them while Reader lays on his shoulder. To say he's startled in the least when they suddenly jump back is an understatement. His ears pin back and he's on the defense with his pup curled against his chest. It's only when he turns to his love he realizes there's no real danger. No instead he's smirking and debating if whatever just awoken in side of him was something he needed to worry about.
His darling is there, slightly scandalized as their chest soaks through their shirt. Their burning a bright red but Twilight just laughs. He probably makes some joke about their pup having just been fed and Reader probably smacks him for that one.
But he's hyperfixated on this now.
After the pup is put down for the night he's taking the opportunity to really explore this new reflex. Afterall, their pup can't eat everything his love is producing and it's causing them so much pain. It's duty as a lover and father and protector to relieve them of that. It's whats right afterall.
Man the thought of Twilight just loosing his ever loving mind over his beloved and making them feel so good. Pining them in their place with strong hands on their hips all while singing their praises about how 'Good ye' taste, darlin'.' or how 'Yer' tits 're so fuckin' perfect. '
And it's such an intimate thing too. Sex with Twilight is intimate to begin with, but add in the fact that there's now a family involved? At this point your married, I don't make the rules.
THIS BEING AFTERCARE IS SUCH A SMART IDEA fofntfn Twilight just suckin on tits to bring him back down to Earth is such a funny idea to me.
This wasn't badly written at all and this is such a hit to my brain rot rn- fnofnf
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ieroween1031 · 1 year
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My Thoughts in Real Time as I Watched Episode 13 of Love in the Air That Absolutely Nobody Asked For:
- IM SO EXCITED I CANT BREATHE
- I can’t believe this is the (second to) last time I’m gonna see this intro, I already want to cry
- Fucking Sig, I love him so much.
- Can we get a spin-off just dedicated to Sig?
- Rain, you nosy motherfucker. We love you for this.
- Also, I’m so totally here for Sky finally not holding back his emotions. Agreeing to give Pai a ‘prize’ if he wins? We love to see it.
- Prapai’s posting picture of Sky on his Instagram? I’m fucking dead.
- These episode names are too much. Can’t do it!
- Aww, little baby Sky.
- Sky smoking? Oof. I don’t care how gross it is, smoking is hot. Sue me.
- If that was really the first time Sky took a drag of a cigarette, he’d have coughed it all back out. The first few cigarettes as a new smoker suck, and they fucking hurt.
- On that note, don’t smoke, kids! It’s bad for you!
- I knew that it was gonna be Gun, and as soon as I saw him, I honest to god growled. Fucker.
- Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. (To myself and to Sky)
- Listen to your friends, Sky!
- Okay, smoking’s not hot when this fucking dickbag does it.
- This should go without saying, but for everyone out there reading this, don’t let anyone take advantage of you or hurt you unless you’re into it. Don’t go along with shit you’re not comfortable with just to prove that you love someone. Fuck them, fuck their feelings, protect yourself.
- Okay, I’ll get off my soapbox now.
- Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck I don’t wanna watch this.
- I can’t imagine how hard this was for Peat. The reaction video is gonna hurt.
- Fuck, I hope someone kills this fucking asshole.
- I know this is an emotional scene, but I’m losing my shit over Pai calling Sky ‘baby’
- THIS FUCKING COCKMONGER AGAIN?
- Take your fucking eyes off of him and wipe that smirk off your face, you shitbird.
- Fluffy PrapaiSky will be the death of me.
- I’m so proud of Sky for not being afraid and being able to admit how he feels. My sweet baby has come so far!
- The look of terror on Sky’s face when he didn’t know who was hugging him is just one giant foreshadow and I hate it.
- “My lucky star” 😭😭😭😭
- Payu is 1000% done with Pai’s lovesick ass like he probably wasn’t just as bad a few months ago.
- We need more Payu/Sky and Prapai/Rain. The boyfriend/best friend dynamic is so freaking cute.
- Every time I see that bastard, I get so fucking angry.
- I was gonna yell at Sky to run as soon as he saw Gun, but I remember when someone who looked like my abuser walked into my job and I shut down and just completely froze, so I understand why he couldn’t run.
- It’s absolutely killing me that Pai knows that Petch is a slimy little snake, but that he doesn’t know why.
- Yes, Sky! You stand up for yourself! Your man loves you, and don’t forget it!
- Rain, I know you’re trying to be helpful, but I kinda wanna smack you.
- Rain really is a gold(fish)en retriever, isn’t he? Head empty, no thoughts, attention span that only lasts two seconds, but damn it, he’s a good boy that’s trying his best.
- I feel nauseous watching Sky walk into that apartment.
- You fucking liars. I’m so angry.
- I’m so glad that Sky doesn’t believe them. It’s amazing to see how much he’s changed.
- Sky Protection Squad in full force, yes! Go rescue him!
- Where the fuck are Rain and Payu while Pai and Gun are in the bedroom? Are they just making tea with the other assholes that were in the apartment? Come on, guys.
- Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him.
- Love him to death, but for the love of method acting, someone please teach Fort how to properly throw a punch.
- He should have killed him. And Payu should have hit Petch, too.
- I don’t know what hurts more, Sky being catatonic and not being able to cry, or Pai sobbing for him.
- He brought him home. Like, home, home.
- That picture of the two of them on Pai’s desk, I could cry.
- I don’t even have any more thoughts, I’m just happy that Gun and Stop are gone, all four of my boys are happy, and that Pai knows everything about Sky now.
- There are a bunch of scenes from the novel that I’m sad were not in the series, but that could be a whole separate post.
- WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH MY LIFE NOW?
- Aside from finish KinnPorsche (I still have two episodes left), catch up on Remember Me and Between Us, binge all the other shows I have on my To Watch list, and tear my hair out waiting for Just Say Yes.
- Excuse me while I rewatch the entire series over and over.
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cuppafoxtea · 1 year
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I just remembered the most chringe inducing mess i ever almost created and now i am here just gagging shaking and counting from fuvking embarrassment that 11 yo me thought this needed to be created
Tw scuicide
Okay i am now gonna tell y'all about the cringefest that almost was my horrible horrible gacha life "magnum opus"
Just no im physically recoiling and cringing my entire way through typing
so lemme present yall to "a story about scuicide" (yes i actually wanted to call it that, wtaf was wrong with me, ih god)
So the story follows Alice and a guy, i cant remember what i wanted to call him so lets say nick bc it prob was some basic ass name like that
Alice had prom at her highschool but she got bullied bc she was timid and blind in one eye
So Alice got bullied by the most basuc ass bullies ever and nicn steps into and stands up for Alice
Señorita by Shawn Mendes and Cammila Cabello starts playing
Have i not mentioned its a musical? Well its a musical
They're in love now
And she moves in with him immediately?????? Idk dont question anything here 11 yo's don't make sense
So summer vakay roles around bc it was the end of school year prom
And at the end of the summer vakay nick tells alice thar hes not coming back to school bc that was his last school year and he had graduated
Why did he leave it to the last day, and was it never up in convo before? Don't question this bs please
So alice is now totes alone at school and is big sad and gets bullied
*Skyward by Davina Michelle starts playing*
Alice fucking kills herself and got to heaven where she find the narrator (my mary sue harry potter OC Emma Trixy Riddle who was also my avatar for everything att) being also depressed
The narrator? Oh yeah baby thisshot is getting meta
Alice starts singing King by Lauren Aquilina to make emma not depressed woch works. Woch males total sence bc as we all know depression can be cured with songs about not being depressed anymore/sarc
So pan down to earth where finds Alice in the bathroom who fucking stabbed herself
Cue Hold on by Chord overstreet
And i never finished it bc adhd
I dont think ive ever been more thankfull for adhd before bc imagine if i released that into the world
I know that was horrible typing n grammar and formatting and stuff, idc i needed to get this out of my brain
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bubbleteaimagines · 3 years
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Calling him by his last name prank (HQ Boys)
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KUROO TETSURO
“Did you have fun at your practice match today, Kuroo-San?”
He’s petty. He’s straight up petty when you call him by his last name, pretending not hear you even though you clearly asked him a question. Kuroo sits and looks out the train window for a while as you try again, trying desperately to hold in your laugh due to your boyfriend’s cold demeanor.
“...Kuroo? Did you hear me?”
Silence, again. He fights the urge to roll his eyes as he bites his lip, twitching in annoyance as you try again.
“Kuroo-”
“I don’t know any ‘Kuroo.’ All I know is baby or Tetsu,” He finally snaps, scoffing and looking at you as if to say ‘unbelievable.’ You can tell he’s playing it cool, but his eyes give away the fact that he’s actually quite hurt- and so does the subtle pout on his lips.
You almost coo as you see your boyfriend acting all grumpy at the use of his last name, immediately giggling and leaning in to hug him despite his protests.
“Y/N, don’t-”
“Awe baby, I was just messing around with you! No need to get all pouty and sassy Tetsu,” You laugh, snuggling into his side.
Kuroo finally stops resisting whenever you say these words, his shoulders instantly relaxing knowing you weren’t mad at him or anything. However, he can’t help but feel slightly even more upset because he genuinely fell for it.
“Yeah, well,” He pretends to wave you off, acting all tough as he looks out the window again. “I knew that.”
“Oh Tetsu-” You grin at his obviously pouting figure and shake your head, “I’m sure you did honey. I’m sure you did.”
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BOKUTO KOUTARO
“Bokuto, can you come help me move this please?”
At the sound of his last name, Bokuto instantly deflates and starts pouting the minute it sets in. I mean, he doesn’t even give you time to correct your mistake before he’s storming into your room, arms crossed and lips jutted out.
“What did you just say?”
“I said: Bokuto can you come help me move this? It’s really heavy,” You pout up at him only to find your boyfriend is doing the same, his nose scrunched up as his shoulders sagged.
So, it wasn’t a mistake. You actually meant to call him that.
“...Okay.”
There’s an obvious sadness in his voice as he slowly moves to help you, uncharacteristically quiet. The entire time he keeps glancing at you with those big eyes, pleading for you to call him something else. But no- you stick to it and once he’s done helping you, you lean up and give him a sweet kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you, Bokuto. You’re always so helpful,” You praise him, but it seems to do nothing for his sudden sour mood. Grumbling, he hastily nods and then walks out of the room, a smile appearing on your face as you hear him muttering to himself.
“...Bokuto? Did I do something? Is that why Y/N’s calling me that?”
You follow him a few minutes later and find him on the couch, hugging his knees as he barely pays attention to the TV. He tenses up when you sit beside him, eyes hesitantly glancing at you. He figures that now is when you’re gonna confront him- tell him what he’s done wrong for you to call him Bokuto and not Kou or baby, but instead-
You’re smiling.
“What’s gotten you in such pouty mood, Bokuto?” You ask him, as if you didn’t already know. But you’re waiting for him to break, which looks like it’s gonna be any second if you call him that once more time.
“Baby,” He looks at you as if to say ‘seriously?’ and then hugs his knees closer. “We’ve been dating for too long for you to keep calling me that.”
“What- Bokuto?” You act shocked and Bokuto flinches but sighs.
“Yes. That.”
“But- it’s your name, is it not?”
“Yeah but not the one you should be using,” He suddenly whines, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout. “I mean... what happened to Kou? I thought you said I was your baby owl.”
He looks away with all small blush on his cheeks and you decide you can’t take it anymore. Walking over to him, you gently sat down in his lap and pulled him in for hug, planting a loving kiss on his lips before confessing.
“Kou, baby, it was just prank,” You grin, reassuring him, and you feel his mood shift instantly. Bokuto lifts his head up and searches your face for any lies, but once he sees your grin he can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
“You mean it?” He asks seriously and you nod frantically.
“Of course baby. I’m sorry I upset you,” You apologize, and you swear that you can actually see his hair start to stand up again. While you’re hugging him and apologizing with an endless amount of kisses, Bokuto is chuckling and then he’s back to himself once again.
“I have to admit, you had me pretty good there,” He told you, impressed. You smiled.
“Really? You know usually my pranks don’t work but-”
Bokuto narrowed his eyes. “Ahem. You didn’t let me finish, sweetheart,” He smirked, adjusting you on his lap. “You got me pretty good, yes, but now that just means...I’m gonna get you back even better.”
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SAKUSA KIYOOMI
“Sakusa have you read that book I lent you? How did you like it?”
At first, your boyfriend isn’t really sure if you’re talking to him, even though you called his name. But after a few seconds, your words settle in and Sakusa looks over at you to see that you’re staring at him expectantly from the other end of the couch, not at all phased over what you just said.
“It was...good?” It comes out more of a question as he shifts a little uncomfortably, sitting up a little straighter while he continues to stare at you.
“Oh? Just good huh?” You raise an eyebrow and decide to bait him a little more, since his initial reaction didn’t really show anything. “Maybe I should show you some of my notes, Sakusa. You could dig a little deeper- there’s a lot to uncover in those books.”
“...Yeah.”
So it wasn’t an accident. Once again, Sakusa looks over at you but you’re showing no signs of being mad or irritated at him. So then- why did you call his last name- twice?
“Sakusa?” You notice he’s staring and do everything you can to hide your smirk, feigning curiosity as you tilt your head. “Something wrong? Why do you keep staring at me like that?”
It takes a few seconds for him to respond, a small scoff leaving his lips as he does so, but nevertheless Sakusa sits back on the couch and gives you a quiet, “It’s Omi,” while not being able to look you in the eyes.
“...I’m sorry? What was that?”
“I said it’s Omi,” He clears his throat and speaks a little louder, lifting his head just enough to see the little blush on his face. You nearly melt. “You just...you called me Sakusa three times in a row. That’s not my name. To you...it’s Omi. You always call me that.”
You feel like literally awing as your boyfriend shifts shyly, finally admitting that he does like being called that. Not being able to contain your excitement, you squeal and quickly crawl your way over to him, planting yourself in his lap and giving him a sweet kiss.
“Awe, you mean it Omi? I thought you said you didn’t like it when I called you that.”
“Yeah, well,” His cheeks go a shade darker and you can’t stop yourself from grinning at his adorableness. You can tell it took a lot for him to admit it so you decide not to tease him, instead peppering his face with kisses and giggling.
“Well, if it bothers you that much then I’ll stick to calling you Omi. I promise,” You beam at him and Sakusa reluctantly takes your outstretched pinky, intertwining it with his own before brining your hands up and kissing yours.
“Good. You better,” He chuckles. “And...”
“I know, I know. Not a single word to the boys about this.”
“Correct.”
“....”
- “Not even Hinata?”
“Y/N!”
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MIYA ATSUMU
“Miya-”
“Oh shit.”
The word isn’t even fully out of your lips before Atsumu is freezing up, pausing the movie to look at your surprised face frantically. He instantly turns his body towards you, an apologetic look on his face before you can even blink.
“Babe- whatever yer about to say, I can explain.”
“Miya, what the hell are you talking about?”
You sit up straight and face his panicking figure, genuinely confused by his behavior. “All I said was-”
“Miya. Ya never call me that unless I’m in trouble,” Atsumu says, and while he’s not wrong you’re beginning to wonder why exactly he was freaking out so much.
“Okay...but if I just said it as a prank...and you’re acting this way...” You narrow your eyes suspiciously. “Atsumu, is there anything you wanna tell me?”
He’s visibly nervous as he looks at you, sweat beginning to break on his face. He darts his eyes from you, to his phone, and then back to you, silently contemplating on whether or not he should tell the truth.
“Okay,” Atsumu decides to clear his conscious and finally come clean, hesitantly picking up his phone and unlocking it. “So...ya remember that um, stuff, ya had like three weeks ago? That went missing?”
You paused. “...You mean all of my Yakisoba that you swore you had nothing to do with?”
Atsumu gulped. “Look- babe- I’m not trying to make excuses, okay? But ya gotta understand that I’m a big guy and sometimes when I come home from practice I’m just so hungry that I- AH!”
“You asshat!”
Atsumu is cut off from his confession when you suddenly lunge at him, grabbing a pillow to smack his face as you straddle him and pin him down. “You told me that the damn neighbors dog ate it, Atsumu! Had me all worried at the vet, wondering if they were gonna sue us-”
“Okay, that is an exaggeration, they didn’t even find anythin’-”
“Well yeah! That’s cause you ate it asshole!” Atsumu yelps as you land a practically good blow and quickly grabs your waist to flip you over and reverse the roles.
Now, you’re the one under him, glaring at his sheepish face as he pins your wrists.
“Alright alright! ‘M sorry, okay?! But I was really hungry and yer were bein stingy with yer food-!”
“Stingy-?!” You gasped at his audacity. “Tsumu, I damn near gave you half before you devoured the rest!”
“Well I was a hungry, okay?! Yer can’t blame a man for eatin,” He said, and you huffed as you stared into his clearly non-regretful eyes.
“Oh, I sure can!” You narrow your eyes at him, “You’re gonna replace my Yakisoba as soon as you let me go! And, you’re gonna bake me some brownies, too!”
“I- what- brownies?!”
“Yes! With sprinkles on top!” You shout.
“Sprinkles?! That doesn’t even go together!” Atsumu cried.
“So? You ate my food, Atsumu! And if you want this relationship to survive, you’ll listen carefully and do exactly as I say.”
Later that night, you munched happily on your sprinkle-covered brownies while Atsumu stared bitterly at the finished Yakisoba in front of you. His ramen noodles sat unfinished and cold in front of him, a punishment and a reminder that you never, ever ever steal food from Y/N.
And he definitely learned his lesson.
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When Y/N is getting tired of staying at home with the baby while Harry tours.
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contains: sexual content, language, a dash of angst
It was still early but Harry didn’t mind. When he was on tour he craved sleep like no other. To be in his bed, spooned around his love, and no alarm set.
However, the deep desire for sleep is just a faraway thought now because he’d rather be sleep deprived and wake up to his curly-haired baby any given day.
He looks to you. Mouth slightly open, face stress-free, and peaceful. Harry hated coming home from tour to see the bags of exhaustion under your eyes from taking care of the baby all by yourself.
He constantly had to swallow back guilt. He tried to do everything to make it up when he was home.
Harry didn’t find touring as exciting and fun as he use to. He sometimes counts down the tour dates until he’s home.
Sometime he can’t wait for the concert to wrap up so he can sneak in a quick FaceTime before you lot head off to bed.
Sasha was two, her birthday near days away, and Y/N had been running around like a mad-woman trying to make sure her party would be perfect.
Y\N sometimes held herself to the exceptions of other celebrities wives. Ballon arches, custom cookies, and beautiful decorations.
However, unlike other celebrities, you did this all yourself. No event planner, nobody except Anne and Gemma.
Harry wants you to sleep as much as possible and allow you the luxury he gets on tour. Sleeping in until noon sometimes in the empty, cold hotel room with nothing else to do.
He can hear Sasha babbling incessantly from her little bed. The little yellow railings preventing her from falling out or escaping.
Harry heaves himself off the bed, tugging on some sweatpants that had been thrown off hurriedly when you’d told him you’d been wet for him since he walked in the door last night.
“Hi, hi little love,” Harry murmurs as he opens the door to her bedroom. The yellow flowers hand-painted from the wall setting the theme for the room.
Sasha was a good baby and an ever better toddler. However, almost as a little teenager, she sure did have her mood swings. They weren’t quite out of the terrible twos stage yet.
She wanted her mom as she stood there.
“No, mummy,” Sasha whines, tugging on Harry’s cross necklace with force after he scooped her up.
“Hey, we don’t do that. Remember we treat people with kindness.”
After a promise of chocolate chips in her pancakes, she agrees to help Harry cook you breakfast. 
It was messy and his bare chest was covered in flour. Not quite sure how the little girl had gotten it into her curls but they were managing.
Harry loved watching Sasha play with the cooking utensil. Smacking whisk around, looking quizzically at a spatula. 
It made Harry want to buy her a little play kitchen. He was surprised they didn’t already have one. He thinks they might have on in their New York City apartment that they haven’t traveled to recently.
He makes a point while Sasha is chewing at the pancakes to search to find one. He finds a same-day pickup at a local toy store and orders it.
That’s one thing he loved about making so much money. He could spoil you and the baby, his family with everything and anything they want or need.
Y/N always struggled with accepting gifts from Harry but as they years went on and they got married and combined bank accounts. (well she brought a hefty three thousand to the marriage, he graciously gave her full-access to his money). 
A few weeks after your wedding, when you went to an ATM to get twenty pounds out for a cash-only restaurant and when the receipt said you two had six-hundred thousand and some change in just one of your CHECKING account - well you nearly almost fainted.
You had been worried about the three pound service fee before seeing that.
Harry could sometimes get ahead of himself. He’s had disposable money since he was sixteen. Y/N would sometimes hum, asking if he really needs a fifteen-thousand dollar wool Gucci coat.
Y/N would make it a point that she doesn’t want Sasha to grow to be materialistic and spoiled. So Harry was scolded every once in a while when he gave into Sasha’s puppy dog eyes.
Maybe not the best decision but he planned to set it up when you were out for lunch this afternoon with a friend. Hopefully, you wouldn’t notice? If he strategically put it in the playroom.
“Mmm, what’s all this?” You murmur, tying your silk robe at the front. Just enough cleavage showing that Harry feels a twitch in his joggers. Sue him, basically everything his wife did turned him on.
“Pancakes, mummy!” Sasha giggles, syrup coating her cheeks and fingers. “Kissy?” Her dad had taught her that.
“Yes baby,” you agree, leaning in to press a kiss to her soft curls, avoiding her sticky mess. 
“Kissy?” 
You look up to your pouting husband with identical absurdly wild curls from bed. 
“Spoiled, you lot,” you tell him before padding over to him and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
Forever the horny teenager, his large hands finds your bum and pull you closer - deepening the kiss.
“Miss you s’much on tour, all I think about,” he whispers into your mouth. “Your tits, your cun-“
“Harry!” You laugh, smacking at his chest, “Can’t talk like that in front of the baby!”
“She didn’t hear,” he grumbles, giving your arse one last squeeze, “Tonight.”
“Tonight,” you agree back, ignoring the pinch of arousal. 
—-
Sasha was putting up a fight when she realized that you were leaving without her. Grabbing at your leg as you tugged on a Gucci sneaker.
“I’ll be back soon, Sash,” you assure her but to no avail.
Her cheeks ruddy red and splotched. Tears staining them as she wails dramatically at the top of her little lungs. 
“I don’t know if I should go,” You sigh as Harry wrestles her tiny body off of you so you don’t trip.
“No baby, you need a break. She can’t hold you hostage,” Harry laughs as Sasha wriggles a little in his arms.
“Call me if you need me to come home.”
“I’ll be fine, now go, have a mimosa for me,” Harry smiles down at his daughter who is staring at you like you’ve just killed her beloved pet.
You can’t help but giggle at the glare, “so scary, missy. I’ll see you soon, I love you.”
Sasha buries her nose into Harry’s neck. Her sobs more sad than angry at this point. Which makes your heartbreak a little.
—-
Sasha was getting impatient with her father. As he attempted to figure out how to screw on the oven door to the overcomplicated design.
She occasionally ran off with a piece he needed so it took much longer than he’d thought. But this thing was sophisticated, you pour water into a little tub and it runs through the faucet like a real sink.
Sasha gave her father a wide smile when he had finally told her it was all done. He helped fill the little shopping cart with plastic fruit and veggies.
She was babbling to herself happily, occasionally making sure her dad was still in the room with her.
Harry had grabbed his journal off the kitchen table and was scribbling down mismatched lyrics about how much love he was filled with.
His last two albums were nearly just songs about you. The next one was definitely going to include tracks about his baby.
When he hears the alarm sound and get shut off, he knows your home and he feels a little twinge of anxiety in his stomach.
Distraction? That should work right?
“Hi baby,” Harry greets, planting a kiss on your lips before squatting to untie your sneakers for you.
“Well hello there!” You look around surprised to not see your daughter toddling to you as well. “Is bug sleeping?”
Harry shakes his head and rubs the back of his neck, “Um, no. Just playing in the playroom right now.”
“Was she good?” You asks, noticing he’s changed clothes. He loved to laze around in joggers if he could. “Did you go out?”
“Just for coffee,” he covers, technically - he did grab a coffee for himself at a drive-thru. “How was lunch?”
“Good, mimosas were shit so I only had one. Missed you guys too much. So glad your home,” you sigh into his chest, basking in his tight arms around you.
“Only 73 more concerts to go,” Harry replies.
He can feel your shoulders tense at his lame attempt of a joke. It wasn’t funny to you, not in the slightest. 
“Just 73, huh?” You shoot back, untangling yourself from his grip. “Just another eight months away from your wife and baby.”
“Love...” Harry begins, swallowing hard. He was just as emotional as you when it came to it. 
You shake your head, swiping at the stray tear, “Just forget it,” you huff before trekking off to see your daughter.
Harry is cautiously trailing behind you with a bowling ball of nerves in his belly. 
When you walk into the playroom and see the new kitchen set - you stand nearly frozen in the doorway.
“Mummy! Mumma look at what daddy got me!” She chirps, standing to come to you. You easily lift her up and accept the plastic apple she hands to you proudly. 
You feel a tightness in your throat, “it’s so nice, baby.”
“Nice,” she repeats, “come play, mumma.”
“I just got home, give me a few minutes and I’ll be back in,” you promise with a kiss before placing her back down.
She seems satisfied with your answer and scurries back to where she had placed her babydoll on the countertop - feeding it.
“Can we please talk in the kitchen?” You asks, trying your best to keep your voice level in front of your daughter.
Harry dejectedly nods and follows you into the kitchen, dragging his boot-clad feet a little. 
“Look, I know your mad, lovie. But I just got the idea and didn’t think too much about it. Know y’don’t want to spoil her but-“
“Do you not listen?” You ask harshly.
He looks at you dumbfounded. Unsure of the question. It sounded like it was a trick question.
“You’re unbelievable!” You whisper-shout so Sasha doesn’t hear.
Harry feels himself getting defensive, “You’re tha’ mad about a bloody toy?  I’m her father allowed to buy her things too!”
“No, Harry. It’s not about that. It seems like your so busy with your job that you just tune me out on our calls.”
Harry’s brow furrows. That wasn’t true in the slightest. It was the highlight of his day to hear your voice and how it went at home.
“That’s bullshit and you know it!” Harry snaps, his voice a little louder. 
“Go into the storage room off the side of the garage.”
He gives you a confused look but obliges, after trailing through your maze of a house. He reaches the large extra room.
When he opens the door, his heart sinks. He immediately knows why you’re so upset with him.
A beautiful, hand-painted kitchen set is sat with a large pink bow in the room. The hutch saying in cursive, “Sasha’s Kitchen.”
It was her favorite colors - blue and yellow- with painted images of all her favorite characters like Peppa Pig and Blue from Blue’s Clues.
He remembers how excited you were on the phone that night - when you revealed her third birthday present and how perfect the artist had made it.
Harry had been listening -truthfully- but he was also nearly asleep after two encores of Kiwi onstage and a meet and greet backstage.
He felt like shit now. Disappointed in himself for ruining this surprise he knows you were looking forward to giving her in a mere few days.
But the excitement of another kitchen set surely would be lackluster now. 
“Baby, m’so sorry,” Harry says quietly, with guilt bubbling in his throat. “I was listening. I just...I forgot.”
“Nothing we can do about it now it,” you bite out. Disappointed at the ruin surprised making you prickle with anger towards your forgetful husband.
Harry begins to apologize once again but you don’t let him, “I need to put her down for a nap.”
— 
You drift off as well in your bed- taking advantage of Sasha being asleep in the next room over.
Harry doesn’t quite know how to fix this situation. He’s much too embarrassed to call his mum or sister who would just give him another earful.
He felt like being on tour has been mucking everything up. He loved his job, most days. But days like today - he wishes to never see a recording studio or microphone again.
Harry’s pondering all this when he hears a cry from the baby’s room. 
Sasha is stood, bleary-eyes with a sad frown as her father enters. 
“Sweet pea, what’s the sad face for?” He hums as he tucks her into the curve of his slim hip. Bringing her down onto the main level so you aren’t awoken.
“Daddy, kitchen?” She sniffles, pointing towards her playroom.
He shakes his head. Deciding the least he can do is bathe her so you wouldn’t need to later. She still had remnants of fruit pouch in her cheeks.
“No, darling. S’bath time. Then you can play,” he boots her nose. Snatching some clean baby clothes from where they’re folded and waited to be put away on the coffee table.
“No no no,” she whimpers angrily, shaking her head and smacking her arm against her father’s tattooed chest.
“Sasha Anne, no hitting, absolutely not,” Harry uses his firm father’s voice that he didn’t have to pull out very often.
“No bath, daddy, no!” She wails with all the dramatics of an A-List actor. 
“Hey, mumma’s sleeping. We cannot yell,” her father hushes her as he trails into the bathroom.
“Mean daddy!” She exclaims as he wrestles her into the tub. Splashing the water and wriggling away everytime he tries to cup water over her head to rid her of the shampoo.
“I know, I know, so mean,” he acknowledges sympathetically. A headache arising in the front of his skull from his baby’s high pitch noises and shouts.
After another fight into clothes, she’s still not happy when she’s sat in front of her kitchen. She throws the plastic toys around and whining anytime Harry moves an inch.
He’s feeling a little overwhelmed if he’s honest. With his worry about your precious argument and the unusual tactics of your toddler - he was stressed out. 
“Binky,” Sasha looks expectantly at her father.
Oh, good idea. She loves that.
Harry can’t find any lying around like usual so he digs through the drawers around the living room until he finds one.
After cleaning it off, he hands it to her and she pops it in her mouth happily. Her attention now direction back towards her new toy.
He let out a sigh of relief. He wasn’t quite sure how you did this alone so much of the time.
 When you finally wake from a fitful nap, you hear noise from the playroom. You’re still extremely frustrated with your husband but it’s less intense. Until...
Until you walk in and Sasha turns around, smiling around a binky you surely thought you’d thrown away.
Sasha was getting too old for a pacifier - even though she was just using it when she was really upset or at night.
You’d been binky-free for three weeks. And all the crying and tears from your daughter where now meaningless.
“Where did she get that pacifier?” You grit out.
You had told him multiple times you were weaning her off of it.
“She was fussy. I gave it to her, tha’ alright?” He asks cluelessly.
“Harry! I’ve told you so so many times that I’d been weaning her off of it. She just stopped crying about it a week ago!”
“I told you about this - just like the kitchen. God, you get so goddamn wrapped up in your career that you forget important things like this!”
“Baby...” Harry whimpers, hands up in surrender. “I keep, I keep messing up. I’m - I don’t know where my mind is.”
“I’ll tell you were your mind is, Harry. In the countries your traveling to, the concerts your performing at. You promised me...you fucking promised when we started trying for a baby this stuff wouldn’t happen!!”
Harry’s face crumples, “yo-you’re my everything, lovie. You and bug. None of this means anything without you. I’ll quit music, never write another lyric or sing another note if that’s what you want from me.”
He meant that fully heartedly too.
When he wrote If I Could Fly and write the lyrics, “I’ll give up everything, just ask me to.”
The fans, the producers, you - don’t truly know how much he was being truthful in the lyrics.
“I would never ask you to do that. I want you to do what you love but I want you to follow through for your family!”
At your raised tons, Sasha begins to whine, looking with wide, concerned eyes.
“Mummy?”
With that, you scoop her up. “M’going to your mums. I’ll be back later.”
Harry watches anxiously as you pack Sasha’s bag. He feels useless as he hands your her fruit pouches and crackers from the pantry.
As you snatch the car keys from the entry tables, Harry asks in a near whisper, “What’s going on? I’m so lost.”
“I’m lost too. I jus-just can’t keep doing this. It’s too hard for you to be away from us like this. I feel like a single mom sometimes.”
With that, you’re out the door and on your way to your mother-in-laws. 
For the first time ever, Harry had a fleeting thought that you’re going to divorce him. He knows it’s not just about the toy and the pacifier.
He hasn’t been home enough. As much as he tries, the FaceTimes don’t make the distance and time apart any easier. 
You have all the responsibility of this little human and your heart twinges on days you’re missing you husband and you constantly at met with his little replica.
Harry feels like he’s going to have a panic attack. He’s only had a handful in his lifetime but this one was intense.
He grabs his phone and dials the number to his best friend. He really needed a shoulder to cry on right now.
“Hey mate! What’s good, big boy?” The Irish man belts into the phone only to be met with sniffles and tears.
“Niall, I don’t know what to do.”
Anne was expecting you. She had set up tea with little cake in the back garden. Sasha was excited to chase the cats around the greenery. Her cute jumpsuit sodden with dirt and grass stains in no time.
“I’m sick of being at home alone all the time with Sasha. I miss Harry too much, she misses him too much,” you croak, attempting to keep your tears at bay.
“I want Harry to continue his career and live his dream. Most people never get the chance he’s gotten. I-I just need him.”
“Oh honey,” she rubs my hand soothingly, “I can only imagine. I know I missed him fiercely to the point it was unbearable when he was sixteen. I still miss him too.”
“I...I’m going to sound like such a bad mother,” you take a deep breathe, “would I be a bad mum if Sash and I joined Harry on tour?”
“Do you think that’d make you a bad mum?” Anne asks softly, a small smile on her face.
“No, I don’t think. I’d be happier because I’d be with Harry and we could actually be a married couple 24/7. She would get to see her dad everyday.”
“I think you’ve found you answer,” Anne chuckles, pouring more hot water into your cups.
“It will be so stressful.”
“More stressful than it is now?” Anne replies.
“Nothing can be more stressful than right now.”
- -
The talk witdh Niall helped only a little bit but enough to not feel like he’s going to vomit every other minute.
He was worried you were going to come in here and ask him for a divorce because he couldn’t follow through on his promises as a husband and a father.
Harry was ready to do whatever it took to prevent that from happening. He’s not above groveling and begging for you to stay.
It is dark when you pull in, toting in a sleeping child in your arms that you pass off to Harry who’s waiting at the front door.
He tucks his baby into her bed, tugging the blankets over her, and staring down at her sweet, cherub face for a little longer than usual before heading into your master.
You’re sat on the corner of the bed, biting your lip, and playing with you flashy large diamond ring as a force of habit.
“Baby...” Harry rasps, not touching you but kneeling down in front of you. 
“I can’t do what we’re doing anymore,” you begin, completely unaware that Harry thinks you’re about to ask for a divorce.
“I don’t think you’re going to agree with what I have to say, but I think it’s the best,” you swallow harshly, hoping he doesn’t shoot down the proposition.
“Please, I’ll do anything, lovie. Don’t leave me, don’t divorce me. I’ll do anything’ you want, sweetheart. Please, I need you. I’m so inlove with you.”
Harry is full on sobbing by this point, hanging his head against your knees as he attempts to catch his breath but finding it hard.
“Harry!” You murmur in confusion “baby, look at me, please?”
It takes him a moment to meet your eyes, your face is soft but wrinkled in concern. 
“What are you talking about? Divorce?” You choke out the words. Never in a million years would you willingly agree to part from your husband.
“I know I’ve been fuckin’ up. I can’t bloody figure out how to balance shit. I’ve not followed through and neglected you n’ the baby. I’m a bad husband and a bad dad.”
“Hey,” you said with force, bringing your hand under his chin so he has to keep eye contact. “Do not ever say something like that again. You are the best husband and father. You provide for us. You love us more than I’ve thought possible. You’re perfect for Sasha and I.”
“You said you couldn’t do this anymore,” Harry chokes out, letting his ringed hands rest on the tops of your thighs. His diamond wedding rand flashing in the light.
“Oh, H. I’m sorry - I didn’t mean with you.” You chuckle lightly, “how could you ever possibly think I’d leave you, pet?”
He shakes his head, “it’s because y’too good for me. Don’t deserve you.”
“Hush,” you hums, running a hand through his curls. “I know how to fix this.”
“How? I’ll do anything f’you,” Harry would agree to jump off The Empire State Building for you without a second thought.
“The baba and I are going to join you on tour. I know we agreed it’s be too much but I can’t imagine it can be any harder than this.”
Harry’s face lights up like a Christmas tree.
“That’s if you’ll have us,” you whisper coyly, excited by his reaction.
“Yeah, baby. It means I get to fuck you every night,” Harry growls pushing you back and up into the bed before crawling on top of you.
“A teenage boy, I swear,” you giggle, flushed just thinking about how much more time you’ll have together. 
“S’it so bad I want t’fuck my wife? That I’m so bloody gone for you that I’d do anything f’you?” He presses against your lips before demanding entrance.
“You can have me in your bed every night,” you agree, letting his tongue twist with yours with fever and urgency. 
“Mmm, only groupie I’ll ever need.”
“Shut up,” you laugh, allowing him to slip your shirt over your head and attach his lips to your collarbone.
“Can’t wait to fuck you in every country - like we did when you toured with me before the bab.”
When he tosses your bra across the room, you gasp at his mouth finding your nipple instantly. Nipping and suckling at the sensitive nerves with intent.
His hand doesn’t waste anytime, skillfully unbuttoning your jeans and zip with one hand before cramming his large palm inside to cup you in his hand.
“Only pussy I want, fuckin’ made for me,” he groans at the warm wetness he feel through the thin underwear. The tips of his fingers stroke over your clit with confident movements.
“Stop teasing!” You whine, wriggling out of your jeans and panties in one go. Harry is still completely dressed above you - which shouldn’t be sexy but it is.
“Don’t know how I thought you’d ever leave me. Y’fucking obsessed with my cock,” he laughs - sure of himself now.
“If you don’t touch me, I swear-“
“I’ve got you lovie, best wife ever, y’know? Just wanna please you,” he promises the damp skin on your neck, landing nips and bites that will surely leave a mark. 
“Then please me,” you demand, your tone a higher pitch than usual for your arousal.
You’re rolling your hips upwards to meet his jean-clad center. The friction feels delicious against your sensitive nerves.
Harry takes hold of your hip with one hand to halt your grinding, his other hand finding your heat and without hesitation - slides two thick fingers into you.
“H, yeah,” y/n moans, rolling her hips down to meet his hand. Her arousal coating his knuckles and he can’t describe how sexy that is.
He curls his fingers towards the top of you tight wall, finding the little spongey spot that has you bucking your hips and whimpering.
“Oh, did I find the spot, love?” Harry teases like he doesn’t know. He’s been an expert in pleasuring you for the past eight years. 
“Yes baby, m’gonna come,” you nearly slur with pleasure. The cold metal of his rings brushing against your heated folds in relief.
“Only gonna let you come - if you promise me you’ll come again f’me.”
“I will, H. I wil-“
“Ssh, s’okay. Give it to me, my love,” Harry croons sweetly, leaning to suck a nipple as he speeds up his minstrations. 
Your chest is rising and falling at a fast pace, your hips meeting his curled fingers on every thrust as he pushes you over the edge, “fu-fuck,” you moan, trying your best to keep your voice down.
“Tha’s it. M’wife looks so fuckin’ gorgeous when she’s coming on my fingers. Need you on my cock,” Harry grunts, removing his fingers and working to get his clothes off as fast as possible.
He’s positioning himself at your entrance with intent, wasting no time pushing in. No matter how many times you took him - it was always a stretch but it was immensely pleasurable.
“Love you, love our family. Can’t wait f’you two to join me on tour,” Harry pants, attempting to keep his thrust slow and meaningful but he was so turned on he was already becoming sloppy.
“S’going to be so nice. Spend everyday with my husband,” you hum, wrapping your legs around his waist and resting your feet on his bum. You can feel the muscle flexing from his thrusts.
“Yeah, never get tired of hearin’ that word.”
“Husband?” You giggle, “we’ve been married for five years.”
“Still can’t believe you agreed to,” Harry murmurs, his lips pressed against your temple as he becomes more determined. His thumb finding your clit and giving it hard, tight rubs.
Harry could have anyone he wanted. Millions of people lusted after him. It was hard to believe sometimes that he only wanted you. But in moments like this, you never questioned it.
“You’re ridiculous,” you tell him, biting his full bottom lip.
He growls, “hush up. Let me fuck you, yeah?” 
With that, the only thing that leaves your mouth is whines and gasps as he hits your spot on every fluid thrust with a determined thumb on your nerves.
“Cl-close,” Y/N shutters, legs quivering with sensitivity and arousal.
“Baby, baby wait f’me, m’close,” he begs against your skin, licking and kissing wherever he can reach. He speeds up his movements and you fell him tensing up, his mouth dripping open in an o shape and his eyes squeezing shut - his telltale sign.
You allow yourself to let go at that point and ride out the waves of intense climax with him as he weakly thrust a few more times until he lays his weight on top of you.
“The bubby is going to love South America,” Harry smiles into your mouth. His large palms massaging at your shaky, wet thighs.
“I think she’s going to love being with her daddy more,” Y/N replies, a hand coming to cup his jaw in a slow, languid twist. 
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When in New York (Kelley O’ Hara x reader)
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Part 2
You had just finished post game media following your game against New York Liberty. You weren’t a huge fan of doing media but it made it easier considering Seattle had won. 
You leave the conference room with Stewie who you had been doing the interview with.
“You seeing your family tonight” You shake your head.
“What about you?” She nods hers.
She bumps her shoulder into yours “Two New Yorkers beat New York in New York. Sounds like something to celebrate to me” She says and maybe she had a point.
You both walk into the locker room, some players have already left and some were still packing up.
“Y/N? Megan texted saying that her and a couple other teammates are at your parents restaurant and asked if we wanted to meet up with them” Sue asks.
Very few people knew about the family restaurant, you wanted to keep it a secret so that it could stay authentic. Your family was Italian and the restaurant was like a little piece of Italy in New York. The only people that knew where your Storm teammates and Megan, the honorary team mom.
You look at sue and she is giving you the look. After signing for the team she had taken you under her wing meaning that the two of you had got quite close.
“Ok, ok. No need to give me that look” You says.
After a quick shower and a change of clothes you leave the area, luckily for you the restaurant is only a few blocks away so you and Sue opted to walk saying that I would be your cool down / recovery.
“You said teammates” you says putting air-quotes around the word teammates “who’s there?” You ask.
“Alex and Kelley” she says which instantly bring a smile to your face.
“I thought that would cheer you up”
“Shut up”
You had a crush on Kelley, both Sue and Megan knew it. You met her last year when to US were playing in Seattle and Megan had invited you to a game. There was something about the defender that you really liked. You wasn’t if it was the fact that on the pitch she is a beast and off she is teddy but always had fun when you were with her.
You both enter the restaurant being greeted by your mom as soon as you come through the door.
“Mrs L/N nice to see you again” Sue says.
“Sue I have told you before, you can call me Maria” You mom says as she hugs you and sue makes her way to your friends.
“buon gioco dolce ragazza” (good game sweet girl) she tells you.
“grazie mamma” you reply kissing her cheek.
Meanwhile sue heads towards to table of soccer players.
She waves at everyone getting a mixture of hi’s and hello’s 
“Hi babe” She says kissing her girlfriend on the cheek. 
“Hi” Megan replies. “Where Y/N?” She asks noticing that you wasn’t behind sue.
“She’s in here somewhere” Sue says. She knew that you would probably been saying hi to your dad in the kitchen but she couldn’t tell them that.
“See Kel, you have a few more moments to get your crush in check” Alex jokes with her friend.
“Shut up!” Kelley replies.
“Hi guys” you say as to approach the table.
You notice Kelley staring at you so you take the opportunity to tease her.
“Like what you see?” You say making the defender blush.
“Have you ordered food yet?” You ask.
“No we were waiting for you. We know we are having though” Alex tells you as she hands you a menu.
“Thanks but I don’t need it” You say handing the menu to Sue who shakes her head letting you know she doesn’t need it either.
“You already know what you’re having?” Kelley asks.
“Not exactly” Sue says which confuses the others.
Looking around the restaurant you catch the attention of one of the waiters.
You let him know you are ready to order. 
Each of the women tell him what they want and then it is your’s and sue’s turn.
You look at sue and she nods her head.
“dì a gianni che avremo quello che consiglia” (tell gianni we will have what he recommends) Sue says 
“Certo” The waiter says.
You look at Sue and smile in approval.
“You getting very good, maybe time for a trip” You say.
“You speak Italian?” Kelley asks Sue.
“Y/N does and she has been teaching me for the past couple of years”
“Who is Gianni?” Alex asks.
“He is the chef here” You explain.
You start talking about the storm game when you mom bring across a bottle of limoncello hand you the bottle and 5 shot glasses.
“Grazie” You say
You pour everyone a glass and hand them out. 
“You get table service here?” Kelley asks.
“No, I asked for it when I came in” You reply.
You raise you class and everyone copies.
“Here to us. We change the game and provide hope for the next generation of female athletes” You say and everyone takes a sip except Kelley who shots it.
“You sip it Kel. If not you’ll be on the floor an hour” Megan says.
“You would know” you tease causing you and the forward to laugh.
“I will pour you another but this here” you say pointing to the bottle “is the real stuff, not something you find in a liquor store. It comes straight from a vineyard in Italy where this restaurant makes it’s wine” 
“You know a lot about this restaurant, the chef’s name and now where it makes it’d alcohol” Alex questions.
“What can I say, I have been coming here since I was a baby” you explain.
“that’s one way to put it” sue says under her breath, no quiet enough though as you send her a glare.
You look at Kelley as she takes a sip.
“Tastes better doesn’t it” She nods her head.
Your food arrives and you all say how nice it looks and smells. 
“Oh.my.god” Kelley says between mouthfuls.
“I agree, this is incredible. Megan how did you find this place? Alex asks.
“Y/N” Megan replies and Alex nods remembering that you said you came here when I was younger.
Conversation is small and simple as you all focus on your food.
You thank the waiter telling him the the food was delicious as he clears the table.
“Y/N can I ask you a question” Kelley asks.
“Only if I can ask you one?” 
“Why Italian and are you fluent” She asks
“I’m Italian so I had to learn in order to talk to family in Sicily”
“Prove it. Tell me something in Italian?” 
“quando ci siamo conosciuti pensavo fossi la persona più bella del mondo”
“Sounds very romantic” Alex says.
“What does it mean?” Kelley asks.
“it means ‘when we met I thought you were the most beautiful person in the world’” You tell her making sure to look her in the eyes when you say it.
Kelley is at a loss for words, what is she suppose to say to that. 
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable” You say slowly regretting what you said, not that you didn’t mean because you did.
“I’ll go get us some more drinks” you says excusing yourself from the table.
“Kelley” Alex says trying to get her friends attention.
“Does she say that kind of thing to everyone?” Kelley asks sue.
She shakes her head “She isn’t that type of person Kelley”
“You should tell her how you feel” Megan suggests.
Kelley shakes her head “what if she doesn’t feel the same way”
“You honestly think that after hearing what she just said” Alex says not believing her friends blindness.
You walk back to the table with two bottles of red wine.
“Dessert wine anyone?” You say trying to avoid the awkwardness. “trust me, this will be the best you tasted”
“It’s what they make in Italy right?” Alex says, you nod pouring her a glass.
Out of all the woman at the table to knew that Alex was the one that drank wine. You wait eagerly to see If she likes it. 
“Nice right”
Alex nods her head.
You all sip on your wine talking about everything and anything, for a moment you forget that you are all major athletes and it just feels like a group of friends catching up.
Once you are done Alex gets the attention of the waiter for the bill but he tells them that it has been settled.
She looks around the table confused but notices that Megan and Sue and looking directly at you.
“Y/N” 
“What? We don’t do this very often. Let me treat my friends”
“Thank you” Alex and Kelley say at the same time.
You are just about to leave when your mom comes to the table.
“Did you all enjoy your meal?” She asks. 
“It was incredible, I cannot wait to come back” Kelley says.
“I agree, I will definitely come back whenever we are in New York” Alex says.
“I’ll see you two soon ok” she says putting an arm around Sue and Megan. She had met them numerous times when she came to Seattle but her comment stumped the other two.
“Of course, next time your in Seattle you have to show me how to make your lasagne, I always eat the ones you make Y/N” Megan looks at you when you realises what she said.
It looks like your secret was about to get two new keepers.
“Alex, Kelley” your mom says now directed her attention to the other two soccer players “Any friends of my daughters are always welcome here”
“Wait, your daughter?” Kelley says looking at you confused.
“Meet my mom Maria” you say.
“This makes more sense. It is why you know so much about this restaurant” Alex says.
You nod your head.
You all make sure your way our of the restaurant. You had learned that Megan, Alex and Kelley were all staying in the same hotel as you and sue so you walked back together. Sue, Megan and Alex walk ahead leaving you and Kelley alone.
“I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable earlier, it’s just that whenever I am near you I feel this connection and thought maybe you felt it too. I wouldn’t have said what I said if I didn't” you say
“I wasn’t uncomfortable, you caught me of guard. Nobody has every said something like that to me, definitely not in Italian” Kelley explains.
“I find that hard to believe, I mean look at you, you are beautiful” You say.
Kelley blushes again which you find adorable “ You were right before. I feel the connection too but I never did anything about it because we live so far away from each other”
“Can’t we just let ourself be happy even it it’s only a short period of time. We focus so much on the bigger picture that we don’t see what is right in front of us” You tell her.
“What do you have in mind?” She asks and you smile, you had wanted to do this for a quite a while.
“When do you leave New York?”
“Not until the day after tomorrow” 
“Perfect! Have breakfast with me?”
“I would love to” she replies.
Kelley stops walking “for the record, I find you very beautiful too”
You smile holding you hand out and she takes it.
You walk back to the hotel hand in hand, not talking just making the most of each others company whilst you can.
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“Incorrect Quotes with Haikyuu Boys„
Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8 , Part 9 , Part 10
Synopsis : Different Quotes From Brooklyn-Nine-Nine as Haikyuu Characters
Genre : Comedy
Pairing(s) : Kita x reader , Atsumu x reader , Timeskip!Oikawa x reader , Timeskip!Sakusa x reader , Timeskip!Daichi x reader
Word Count : 0.47k
Warning(s) : She/her pronouns used , timeskip spoilers
Masterlist Link : Here
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*Inarizaki manager in this*
[Name] : I’m worried you don’t find me interesting. I’m gonna pretend someone texted me.
Kita : …
[Name] : Bloop, *Checks phone*.
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*Inarizaki manager in this*
Kita : [Name], please keep an eye on Atsumu today. He’s gonna say somethin’ to the wrong person and get himself punched.
[Name] : Sure, I’d love to see Atsumu get punched.
Kita : Try again…
[Name] : I will stop Atsumu from getting punched…?
Kita : Correct.
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*Inarizaki manager in this*
Atsumu : Atsumu wins, [Name] loses!
*Celebration by Kool & The Gang starts playing and confetti gets thrown with the Inarizaki club dancing*
Atsumu : [Surname] [Name], ya have made me the happiest man on Earth. A spent ¥100 on this ring. Will ya go on the worst date ever with me? Ye have to say yes.
[Name] : *Regretting life* … Yes.
Atsumu : She said yes!
Inarizaki Club : Whoo!
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*Inarizaki manager in this*
Atsumu : Ya look pretty!
[Name] : I hate you.
Atsumu : Channel that passion into the dance!
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*Inarizaki manager in this*
Atsumu : Sorry a cannot stay, but a have a terrible night planned for [Name].
Osamu : ‘Tsumu, d’ya know why little boys pull little girls’ pigtails on playgrounds?
Atsumu : ‘Cause they’re so easy to grab, they’re just beggin’ to be pulled.
Osamu : No, it’s because they like the girls, and that’s the only way they know how to get their attention. Ya like, like [Name].
Atsumu : This is insanity.
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*Timeskip*
*Tooru’s wife in this*
[Name] : Why is this the first time I’m hearing about this?
Oikawa : I thought I told you… Remember when you were half asleep watching the news and the baby was quiet, and I said, real low, ”Hey, mi amor. I will practice all night at the gym. You want something to eat?”, and you were like, ”What?”, and I was like, ”You want something to eat?”, and you said ”Sure!”, and I got you some chocolate chip cookies? Remember?
[Name] : You are a piece of work, Oikawa.
Oikawa : Oh, damn. She called me Oikawa. I’m doomed.
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*Timeskip*
*At an MSBY get-together*
[Name] : Sakusa, tag in?
Sakusa : No, not even if it cures cancer.
[Name] : Okay. *Proceeds dancing alone in the middle of the dance floor*.
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*Timeskip*
Daichi : The itemized list of everything that was stolen is: ¥15,000 in cash, one T.V., one large painting of a naked lady on a lion, one set of Oikawa Tooru nesting dolls…
[Name] : Homemade and irreplaceable.
Daichi : One music box that plays ”She Works Hard For The Money” when opened.
[Name] : *Frustrated groan*.
Daichi : One knockoff designer clutch— Can’t you just buy another knockoff?
[Name] : No, I can’t, Silly Sue. ’Cause the label no longer makes the original, so the sweatshop no longer makes the knockoff.
Daichi : ... Can you estimate the value of everything that was taken?
[Name] : Emotionally, ¥75 billion.
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Another’s Note : This is my first blog, be nice🤨🤨‼️ I’ll make a part two when I get home because these are so fun LMAOO, idec if it flops
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10. I still remember the way you taste.
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yoongi x f!reader
w.c: 3.8k (YES I GOT CARRIED AWAY SUE ME)
warnings: smut, semi unprotected sex, make up sex, some angst. Briefly edited.
note: lol i think I forgot how to write smut but anyway, hi, um, yes I got carried away lmao. But yeah let me know your thoughts. Send me a drabble prompt hehe. Thank you for reading I hope you enjoy.
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“I still remember the way you taste.”  Yoongi’s  knee is wedged in between your thighs as he attacks your neck in desperate open-mouthed kisses. “Yoongi, f-fuck, s-stop.” You say in between pants, placing your hands against his chest in an attempt to create some sort of space between the two of you. 
Yoongi smirks against your skin and lifts his head, eyeing you down, pushing his hips further into yours, showing you how much he needed you. “I’ve been holding back from you all weekend. The guys even have a bet going on to see how long I can keep my distance from you.” His hand travels down the side of your body, bunching your silk dress up to your thighs. “Safe to say Jungkook, Hoseok, and Seokjin have lost.” 
You roll your eyes. “God, don’t talk about them right now.” You run a finger down his clothed chest, stopping above the first button of his vest. “At least not when you’re about to fuck me in the bathroom of your best friend’s wedding reception” You pop the first button, earning an enticing low groan from your ex-boyfriend. 
“Hey!�� He exclaims flicking your forehead lightly, “he’s your best friend too.” 
“Yoongi, I’m serious I hear their names come out of your lips one more time and I’ll leave you to take care of yourself.” You say as he apologizes with a nod of his head. You unbutton the next two buttons of his vest, stopping before pushing it off his body finally taking in the situation and your surroundings. The bathroom wasn’t dirty, nor was it clean. It had a musty smell making you wonder if someone had already done the deed before the two of you walked in.  “Maybe we shouldn’t do this here.” You quirk a questioning eyebrow. 
He shakes his head in disbelief, “I’m not walking through the reception and the hotel lobby with a boner.” He grinds his hips against yours, proving his point. You let out a moan throwing your head back, hitting the wall behind you lightly. He felt so good, and if it wasn’t for the fact that the hand dryer was painfully digging into your back. You would’ve agreed with his statement. 
“Just stay behind me, I’ll cover you. Who’s room is closer?” You push him away, finally creating the distance you needed. You turn to face the mirror, fixing your smudged lipstick. Yoongi was shocked, staring at you. God, you were so sexy, the product of his late-night escapades by himself. Especially after the two of you had mutually called it quits. 
All throughout the weekend you were driving him crazy, reeling him in to then push him away. He suspects that was your revenge for breaking up with you. One you only agreed to because you knew that once his mind was set on something, there was no way to talk him out of it. 
He had almost survived. Almost. That small buzzword was thrown out the window the second you entered the green room where he and all the rest of the groomsmen were waiting in to let them know the ceremony was going to start in five minutes. The long silk lilac dress you were wearing left little to his imagination, one he didn’t have to use much because he had spent years memorizing every single part of your body. 
You giggle at his dazed look, sending him a wink through the mirror before turning to face him again, planting a slow sensual kiss against his lips, pulling away before he could respond. “Hurry up or I might change my mind.” You pat his chest and walk past him. “I’ll wait outside.” You say in a sing-song voice and Yoongi was now fully convinced you were messing with him. Exuding your revenge and he had foolishly fallen into your trap. 
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The walk through the reception was a nightmare. 
Yoongi felt like he couldn’t breathe, his hand sweating in between yours. He sent glares into your back and they only got worse every time you stopped to talk about your new start-up business, with someone he barely recognized. He was proud of you for finally leaving your job. He had witnessed many of your angry breakdowns, his heart shattering every time you cried into his chest because of how unhappy you were working for your dream company. That when he finally got word that you had left and started your own company, boldly rivaling your old one. The sigh of relief he let out was monumental. He was proud of you and would’ve told you, praised you, as you happily explained your ideas. That’s if he was thinking with his head and heart not his dick, which was straining painfully against the waistband of his slacks. If it wasn’t for his suit jacket doing most of the work in hiding it he would’ve died out of pure agony and embarrassment.  
“We finally found an office and we’re moving in when Jimin gets back from his honeymoon. Sadly, he says I’m not allowed to start decorating without him, scared I’ll put an outside fountain in the middle of the whole place.” You say, prompting a booming laugh from Jimin’s dad. 
Jimin’s mom shakes her head, “he gets his perfectionism from my side of the family, I’m sorry.” 
“Don’t worry, honestly, I don’t have an ounce of interior design in my body, so I’d rather he be there to supervise before he yells at me saying that I’ve ruined everything.” 
Yoongi could feel the sweat start to pool above his brow, tuning you and Jimin’s parents out. He had never felt this needy in his entire life. He supposes it's the adrenaline rush of seeing you in such a revealing dress or the fact that he missed you. The last year and a half without you had been awful. Everything reminded him of you and he had to fight the urge to just call you. He never did. Afraid you had found it in yourself to finally hate him for breaking your heart. 
“Yoongi, sweetheart, are you okay?” Jimin’s mom asked, placing the back of her hand against his forehead, making him flinch. “Oh dear, you’re burning up, maybe you should go lay down.” The worry in her voice was evident, melting his heart. Jimin’s parents always treated him like he was one of their own, welcoming him with open arms when Jimin had first invited him and the guys over for lunch after school almost ten years ago. When Yoongi’s parents had kicked him out for choosing to study music production instead of something ‘meaningful’ they had taken him and even offered to pay for his school expenses. He owed them a lot, and if circumstances were different he would’ve thanked them profusely, just like he always did.  
“I think he has a fever so I’m going to walk him back to his room.” You nod your head, letting go of his hand and looping your arm with his. “It must’ve been the shrimp appetizer, he’s never been good with seafood, right baby?” The evil glint in your eye was too much. You’re teasing was getting too much for him to handle. He’s never seen this side of you. It excited him. 
“Right!” 
“Oh please, hurry, we’ll let Jimin know you had to leave early I’m sure he’ll understand.” Jimin’s mom said, pushing the two of you towards the exit. 
Once the two of you were away, closer to the double doors of the reception hall you leaned in, “How are you holding up?” 
“Get me out of here before I drag you to the nearest bathroom again.” 
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“Wait, wait, wait.” You hold your hand out before Yoongi can step any closer to your body. A sound of annoyance erupting from his chest. Once upon a time, Yoongi had prided himself in being patient. Tonight was not one of those times. 
The second the two of you were alone in the elevator, his hands and mouth were all over you. Painting beautiful flowers with his mouth against your skin. The noises he had elicited from you made his chest swell with pride and his cock throb painfully against his pants. Every ounce of self control he once harbored was long gone. He didn’t want to miss another second where he wasn’t touching you. 
Yoongi had almost lost his mind while you were fumbling to get the door to your hotel room open. Though, that was mainly his fault, he literally couldn’t keep his hands off of you. 
Yet, now that you were finally in the safety of your hotel room, Yoongi didn’t understand why you were still resisting him and it made him even more frustrated both sexually and emotionally. “What, what do I have to wait for now, I’m so close to coming in my pants please just let me fuck you.” He all but begged, even considered getting down on his knees and kissing the ground you walked on. Though, when he saw you smirk, he knew he had done exactly what you had hoped he would do. 
“Fuck you.” He closed the distance, sighing when you innocently took a step back. 
“I’m trying to but I need to take my shoes off.” You pouted, pointing to your heel cladded feet in front of you, arms behind your back as you swayed from side to side. Yoongi shook his head before taking you into your arms and walking you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. You fell back sitting down as Yoongi got down on his knees in front of you. 
“Are you punishing me?” He asked with a pout on his lips. 
You giggled placing both of your hands against his cheeks and squishing them. “Yes.” You affirmed kissing his lips, “I think you deserve it for leaving me.” You gave his cheeks a light tap. “Now get to work or I’ll kick you out.” 
Yoongi scoffed, placing your left foot on top of his knees. His fingers unbuckling the buckle around your ankle slowly, his eyes burning holes into your soul. You swallowed nervously as he slipped it off, his lips connecting with the skin of your ankle, kissing the tiny stick n poke tattoo he had given you after a particularly stressful week of finals, almost three years ago.
 It was crooked. The points of the star weren’t as perfect as he would’ve liked them to be. But it had been entirely your fault. You kept moving, yelping out in dramatized agony every time he poked the needle into your skin, tears welling up in the corner of your eyes. He knew you were just doing it to scare him. Your pain tolerance was higher than any normal human being, which is why he continued his masterpiece, ignoring your pleas to stop. Nevertheless, with a childish pout you had expressed your love for it in more ways than one and vowed to never cover it up no matter what. 
You had kept true to your word. 
“I didn’t mean to.” He sighed, kissing your inner thigh, then moving to the other one. He had long removed your other heel and was now showering you with all the kisses he hadn’t been able to give you in the last year and a half.  “I didn’t want to break up with you.”
His hands traveled up the side of your legs, pushing your dress up further until the white lace of your panties were visible to his soft eyes. He bit his lip, taking in how much of an effect he still had on you. In all honesty, it made him feel on top of the world that your body was still so responsive to his touch. 
“Why did you?” Your voice wavered and you blinked rapidly to keep the tears at bay. Though, you had agreed with his decision to break things off. It had hurt more than you had intended it to hurt. You were left dazed and confused wondering how he could just wake up one day and decide that you weren’t enough for him anymore. 
“You stopped chasing your dreams because of me.” The guilt he had felt every time he held you while you cried out in anger spilled out. The tears now fell down your eyes while he laid you down, taking your dress with him, bringing it over your head and throwing it to the side knocking over the glass of water you kept on your nightstand every night. 
You jumped hitting his chest, “That dress was expensive.” You sniffed and wrapped your arms around his neck, “you’re the biggest idiot I know, I hate you.” You said, burying your head into his chest, mascara staining his pristine white dress shirt, while you unbuttoned it.
 He knew you weren’t crying because of the dress, but this was also not what he meant when he wanted to have you crying tonight. You were right, he was an idiot. 
“I’m sorry,” he pleaded, grabbing your head making you look at him. His own eyes were now filled with tears as he wiped away your own. “I didn’t know what else to do. You weren’t happy.” He kissed your cheek then moved down to your neck, tonguing the spot underneath your ear that he knew would have you weak in your knees. “I-I wasn’t happy.” He confessed against your skin. 
He had never once said it out loud and now that he had, while you pushed his shirt off his shoulders, undressing him further,  he felt childish. “You could’ve just talked to me about it.” You sighed moving your hands down his chest, your manicured nails scraping his skin lightly. He shuddered, the coldness of your touch was something he had never been able to get used to. He had missed it. 
“I know.” He licked down your neck, his fingers playing with your bottom lip, taping it lightly. “I didn’t know how to approach the situation.” His eyes all but rolled back as you took his fingers into your mouth, moaning around his digits. Your mouth was so hot and wet. He wanted to be inside of it, fucking it until you were sputtering and crying tears of pleasure, his precum mixing with your saliva. But he decided he could wait to fulfill his fantasy, right now he needed to show you much he still loved and cared about you. 
Yoongi took his fingers out of your mouth, trailing his moist digits down your neck, painting a masterpiece until they wrapped around your nipples, pinching it, while his mouth kissed around your other nipple. The low sighs of pleasure you were making were astronomical. A beautiful melody he will never get tired of listening to. 
“S-So you decided to break up with me, f-fuck.” You gasped when he lightly bit down on your nipple. It was euphoric, enough to have you reaching your orgasm. You were overly sensitive, overwhelmed with the fact that he was so close to you again. 
“I thought we already agreed that I’m an idiot.” He joked and sat back on his knees, pushing your thighs apart with his hands. The only thing keeping you covered were your panties that were sticking onto you like a second skin and it was driving him insane. 
“Let me keep reminding you then.” You smirked and sat up on your elbows, lifting your hips from the bed to meet his. “Break my heart again and I’ll cut off your dick, and this time I sincerely mean it my love.” He shuddered, your menacing words filled with possibilities and hope. Hope that after tonight you and him could start over again. 
“Have I ever told you how much you actually scare me?” He tilted his head with curiosity, pushing your panties to the side. His mouth watering when he felt how truly wet you were for him. He wanted you in every single way possible. To drink you up like sweet honey dew juice. If he wasn’t so impatient he would’ve buried his face in between your legs, until you were cumming on his tongue. 
“Once or twice.” You lifted your hips as he slid your panties down your legs. He threw them to the side giving your hip a light kiss. “Maybe more than three times.” You gasped as he pushed two of his fingers inside of you. 
His eyes catching sight the other miniscule stick n poke tattoo he had given you after graduation. This time it was a beautiful cursive ‘y’ adorning the skin of your mound, the adrenaline along with the alcohol that was running through both of your veins that night, had numbed you out enough to have you lying still, giggling at his concentration instead of screaming out in pain. 
He moved his fingers, his cock aching to be freed from it’s constraints. He was so painfully hard, aching to be buried inside of you. “I think I told you more than that.” He curled his fingers, hitting the mushy spot inside of you making you gasp. 
“Yoongi, whatever, just please get inside of me before I kick you out.” You arched your back, lifting your hips as his fingers slowly teased you, opening you up for him. You hadn’t been fucked in such a long time. In fact, the last person you had sex with you was the one teasing you right now. 
He huffed rolling his eyes and took out his fingers. “Stop threatening me like that.” He said, bringing his fingers up to your mouth, painting your lips with your arousal. “It hurts my feelings.” 
“Then hurry up.” Your fingers reached over playing with the button of his pants, popping it open as you eyed him through lust filled hooded eyes, “We can play more another day, right now I need you inside of me before I die.” You pleaded. His eyes got wide, his mind ran faster than usual, making sure he had heard you right. 
Another time, you had said. He had heard you right. His hearing wasn’t as bad as he claims it to be, especially when it came to you and anything that leaves your mouth. He nodded and helped you push his pants along with his boxers down his legs. He kicked them away. A low moan escaped his lips when he felt your delicate hand wrap around his hard cock. Your thumb running over his red tip, spreading around the precum. 
“Do you have a condom?” He asked in a choked whisper as he tried his hardest not to cum in your hand. 
You shook your head no, a pout forming on your lips, “I don’t, I thought you would have one.” You kissed his chest lightly as you kept moving your hand around him. “I’m still on the pill though.” You pulled away and looked up at him giving him a knowing wink. 
He swallowed and pushed you softly, laying you down. “Honestly, I didn’t think this would ever happen again so I didn’t bring anything.” 
Your hand around him fell to your side as he climbed over you slowly. “Tell me if it hurts okay, I’ll stop.” He reassured before aligning himself up at your entrance. He ran the tip of his cock over your pussy gathering your essence before pushing himself in. 
“Y-Yoongi, oh my g-god, f-fuck.” You arched your back, digging your nails into the skin of his shoulders. You felt so deliciously good around him, your name falling out of his lips like a silent prayer. 
He buried his face into your neck, planting open mouthed down your neck, biting down lightly when he felt you clench around him. “Can I keep going?” He mumbled. “I need to feel all of you.” 
“Yes, please Yoongi please.” You gasped when you felt him bottoming out inside of you. The pleasure was mind numbing. Your pussy stretching over his cock after such a long time was otherworldly. 
His hands found yours and he intertwined your fingers with his, placing your arms above your head as he started thrusting into you slowly. His eyes burning into yours, refusing to let your gaze go.
Nothing was heard, except for skin slapping against skin. His low grunts combining with your loud moans as he fucked into you faster. The sound of your wet pussy motivating him to continue his ministries. Neither of you were sure how much time had passed, the only thing that mattered was the desperate chase of your highs. 
“Make me cum please.” You pleaded over and over again, as he pistoned his hips into you faster and harder. The knot forming against the pit of your stomach. You kept clenching around him and he knew you were close to the edge. He was too, he could feel the tightness of his balls as his thrusts became sloppy. 
“B-Baby, I’m close.” He bit down on your neck as you arched your back, your nipples brushing against his lightly. 
You dug your nails into his knuckles, raising your hips to meet his desperate thrusts. “Me too, I’m so close.” You gasped as he rolled his hips into yours. The change of rhythm had you screaming out in pleasure. 
He let go of one of your hands, not wasting a second in finding your swollen clit, rubbing fast circles against it with his thumb, “Gonna cum around me my angel, gonna let me paint your walls white.” He panted, his sweaty bangs falling over his eyes. He looked like a greek God, Adonis himself. 
“F-Fuck yes Yoongi, fuck I-I’m coming.” You choked out, the pressure at the pit of your stomach finally breaking. Your pussy fluttering around him, your orgasm taking over your body in pleasure filled spasms. 
Yoongi pushes into you harder, his thumb working against your clit as you ride out your high beneath him. Seeing you so fucked out was enough to tether over the edge, in a silent moan, his own orgasm taking over his body, painting your walls with his sticky substance, filling you up to the brink. “G-God, I love you.” He said after he had somewhat composed himself. 
You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into your body. You didn’t want him to move yet, “I love you too Yoongi.” You whispered leaving innocent pecks against his jawline. He chuckled laying his head against your chest. You brushed his hair away from his face. Both of your chests heaving at the same time, as you tried to catch your breaths. 
“Was that okay?” He spoke after a long moment of silence. He rested his chin against your chest looking at you through worrisome eyes. “You don’t hate me anymore right?” 
“I never did.” You smiled, making his heart sore, “It was perfect, I missed you...a lot” You added kissing his nose. 
“I missed you too, maybe a little too much if I’m being honest. I really am sorry angel.” He cuddled into you further, feeling himself grow soft inside of you. You felt his arousal along with yours slide down your legs and you had to hold back from begging him to take you again and again. 
“I know just don’t do it again.” 
“I’d be actually crazy if I did.”
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i’m really loving the Wish me Away au idea! Would you be up to writing about what the batfam does after seeing mari’s reaction to emilie and adrien?
Like an actually little drabble? Yeah sure! It'll be based off the headcanons from this post -> 👶
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Bruce couldn't remember having so much fun, he always loved to brag about his kids and show them off at work, but it was a little hard when it was 'Bring Your Kid To Work Day' and most of your kids worked with you. That's why he was so happy bringing little Marietta with him to Wayne Enterprises, he also brought Damian but Damian had wandered off to see what Dick did since, and he quotes, "I know everything about you father. If I am to be your successor it is only natural I familiarize myself with your work. I believe it would be beneficial for me to oversee Grayson's work ethic."
Honestly, Damian could have just said he wanted to see what Dick did but that was just part of Damian's charm. Before he had left, Damian had let Marietta grab his finger and give it a little shake which delighted her, if Bruce was not mistaken, Damian had even smiled before he said bye to the both of them. The boy had really grown to love Mari and Bruce could not be more proud of his son. Though, he had to admit, all of his children were absolutely enamored with the baby, not to say he wasn't, but Lord have mercy on anyone who dared mess with his baby girl. She would have an army behind her of overprotective brothers and sisters, and father and mother, and grandfather, and cow...and turkey...and dogs...and cats...and dragon bat....and semi-god things that called themselves kwamis...and two very very powerful almost godlike godparents (Diana and Clark.) Now Bruce didn't like to think about it but he did also have to add Mari's....friends to that list... i.e. some of his rogues, which yes was fucking bizarre beyond all reason, but some had even cut back on crime because of their friendship with his little mini-hero so that was a plus. Right?
Well that was a thought for another day, now he got to take his little girl around and take her into meetings, which was certainly going to be interesting, but Marietta always seemed interested in watching him work so he wasn't too worried. He packed her plenty of snacks along with her lunch that Alfred made, he made sure to pack her favorite toys and a variety of coloring books and markers and crayons. And of course he remembered to pack cookies for Tikki who was riding in the hood of Marietta's dress. Plus he made sure to pack a little first aid kid just in case, also another sweater for Marietta in case she got cold.
He liked to be prepared. Sue him.
First meeting of the day was with a Ms. Graham de Vanily. If his memory served right this was Emilie and not Amelie who he had spoken with in the past. Not for the first time he had to wonder what possessed their parents to name the identical twin sisters Emilie and Amelie, but apparently she had brought along her son as well so that made this meeting a little less awkward. He adjusted his hold on Marietta before he continued on his walk to his office where he would be meeting Ms. Emilie, he had hoped to show his daughter around more when they had arrived but he had actually forgotten about this particular meeting and so hadn't rescheduled it to a time when he would hand over Marietta to one of her brother's since they deemed it "unfair" that only he got to show her his work.
Honestly his boys. They were wonderful but boy did they get jealous of one another if Marietta gave one more attention than the other. He fondly remembered one family game night where all the boys were asking who Mari's favorite brother is and she had just been laughing at all the attention not really understanding and it was the first time Bruce had witnessed Damian giving someone a smile and opening his arms for a hug. Of course he had done it behind all his siblings backs and only Alfred and Bruce himself had seen it. It was a sight to see everyone's face when Mari giggled out a, "Dami!", and ran over to him. When everyone turned around he was back to his stoic face but he was hugging Marietta and she was snuggling herself against him but as he looked at everyone he gave them a small smirk. There was an uproar, a demand for a retest, but Damian wouldn’t have it and it had been one of the most chaotic nights in the Manor. Selina had been very entertained especially when Marietta somehow made her way out of the gaggle of children and waddled over to her and had climbed in her lap very clumsily before plopping herself down and making herself comfortable, almost like a cat Bruce had thought, before smiling up at Selina. Selina had just turned to Bruce and said in a complete monotone voice, “I would die for this child.” 
Him and Selina hadn't tied the knot yet so to say, nor had he proposed. They were trying their hand at dating again but he couldn't help the way his heart skipped and his mind conjured up images of tuxedos, lace, friends and family, cakes and kisses, and rings and vows exchanged, when his baby girl, his little Marietta looked up at Selina and called her Maman. Bruce wondered if she ever shared his thoughts, he almost convinced himself she did whenever he saw her melt and practically purr when Mari, or as Selina liked to call her, Kitten, would call her Maman. He could see the love in the older woman's eyes and he had no doubt in his heart that this time, they would work out, this time they would get their 'happily ever after' or whatever came close to it.
He was ripped from his thought when he heard his baby girl giggle at something Lucius said.
"Morning Lucius."
"And good morning to you Mr. Wayne. I see you brought the little one."
"Yes. I promised I would bring her but I must admit, the meeting with Ms. Graham de Vanily slipped my mind." Bruce sighed out.
"I guessed as much. Well if you want, I can watch the Little Wayne while you have your meeting." Lucius offered, of course Bruce trusted him to watch Marietta seeing as the older man also practically adopted Mari at first sight. He was basically another grandfather to her.
"Gampa Fox!" Marietta began before dissolving into her baby babble. She was getting very good at speaking. Honestly she was very smart for a two year old.
"That's okay Lucius, I want to bring her in. Besides if her brothers spot her with you they wouldn't hesitate to snatch her up before their scheduled times. If Ms. Graham de Vanily has a problem with it I will insist on a reschedule. It's not everyday I get some one on one time with Marietta." Bruce admitted.
"You know one day someone is going to say no to you despite your good looks, money and reputation. Fine. Head on in, our guest is already here, which by the way, I don't think she will mind Mari seeing as she brought her own son to this meeting." Lucius sighed but he gave Mari a little wave and pointed Bruce to one of the smaller meeting rooms they had in Wayne Enterprises.
"Aww Lucius you think I'm good looking?"
"Go."
"Yes sir." Bruce chuckled out with a brief wave before he made his way over to the meeting room Lucius had pointed to and gently rapped his knuckled on the outside door despite the room being visible from outside because of the large windows. He heard a feminine voice call out from inside so he entered,
“Remember your manners Marietta and if you need anything don’t be shy.” Bruce told his daughter softly as they walked in, he chuckled when she nodded enthusiastically. As soon as he caught sight of the blonde woman he put on his best business smile. “Ah, Ms. Graham de Vanily, so sorry to keep you waiting. I must admit that this meeting slipped my mind.”
“No worries Mr. Wayne, I don’t believe this will be long. I see you brought your daughter. I brought my son! Adrien say hi.” Ms. Graham de Vanily light-heartedly scolded her son and tapped his shoulder. When Bruce took his seat and placed Marietta on his lap he finally got a good look at them both. Both mother and son were blond, her son, Adrien was a teenager, from the looks of it he was 16 maybe even 17. When his mother tapped him on the shoulder he sat up straighter than when he was slouching so obviously he didn’t want to come. So why bring him then? 
“Hello Mr. Wayne, it’s an honor to meet you.” Adrien greeted him with a model smile, he had seen enough to spot them from the real deal.
“Likewise. Marietta, can you say ‘hello’ to our guests?” Bruce asked gently down to his daughter who was being uncharacteristically quiet. Usually she would already saying ‘hi’ and waving, maybe even trying to get a high five or hand shake. Though now she was hiding her face in his chest and hugging her backpack to her, she made a small noise like a whimper and Bruce was absolutely dumbfounded. His daughter had never acted like this before, not even with Joker for crying out loud yet here she was trembling and trying to hide herself in his arms. He didn’t know what was going on but his daughter was scared so he scooped her up and held her closer to him but she still tried to pull herself closer. Finally Bruce caught sight of Tikki inside Marietta’s open backpack and saw her antennae-like things pulled back and her eyes narrowed as the kwami glared at Ms. Graham de Vanily and her son, if he wasn’t mistaken she was even glowing a faint red especially as she stared at Adrien. Bruce didn’t understand what was causing these reactions but he did know one thing, he wasn’t going to make Marietta sit there.
“I apologize. She’s not normally like this, I think it would be best if I take her to one of her brothers if you don’t mind.” 
“Oh...no worries at all. I’m sorry if we scared her somehow.” The woman actually sounded genuine but Bruce wasn’t going to risk anything, especially with how her son actually looked at his daughter for the first time that they walked in there.
“I’m sure that’s not the case, but it will probably be best to take her to one of her brothers that way we can get through this meeting. I will be fast.” With that he was out the room and speedwalking down the hall over to Lucius’s office. “I don’t have time to explain but Marietta was acting strange around Ms. Graham de Vanily and her son and Tikki as well. Can you take her to one of her brothers please? Just inform me who and I will go pick her up after the meeting.”
Lucius on his part did his best not to ask questions knowing Bruce didn’t have the time but he did raise a brow that told Bruce he would be answering those unasked questions later. “Of course. I’ll go see what Dick and Damian are up to.”
“Thank you Lucius.” Bruce said sincerely before he made his way back to his meeting. He had questions too and they were all for Tikki, but there would be time for that later, now it was time for business.
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The meeting passed and all Bruce could think about was getting to Marietta. He checked his texts from Lucius that informed him that he did indeed leave Mari with Dick and Damian so he made his way over to the central security room knowing that’s where Dick would most likely be. When he got there he was relieved to see his baby girl laughing and playing with Dick while Damian sat on a chair watching, as he walked in the two boys stood up swiftly with Dick scooping up Marietta and angling her away from the door but when they saw it was him they relaxed. “Father, Lucius told us nothing, what happened?” Damian demanded.
“I’m not sure myself. Marietta started acting scared when we got in the meeting room with Ms. Graham de Vanily and her son Adrien.” Bruce answered.
“NO!” They all stared at Marietta in shock when she screamed and tried to hide herself in Dick’s chest, then they all stared at each other with wide eyes. 
“Hey, hey, hey. Etta what’s wrong?” Dick asked softly.
“No Adrien! No!” Marietta cried out. 
The air grew cold. Bruce could hear his son’s gasp and he wouldn’t be surprised if he did as well. “ طفل الخفافيش (tifl alkhafafish), you’re safe. This Adrien won’t harm you I promise.” Damian cooed to Marietta.
“الأخ الأكبر (al'akhu al'akbar).” Mari cried out wetly as she reached her hands out for him and he of course took her out of Dick’s arms and held her. 
“Tikki. Explain...please.” Bruce pleaded.
Tikki flew out of Mari’s backpack and sadly looked over at the girl before flying over to her and kissing the top of her head before flying and landing on Dick’s desk. “It’s...They are from her old life. Ad- He was her former partner...the one who wished her away. That woman shouldn’t be alive.” 
“He was the one to betray her?” Damian asked, his voice full of ice and steel. “Father I will be needing my swords. All of them.”
“Damian. No.”
“What do you mean no?” His son asked indignantly.
“Yeah what do you mean no?” Tikki asked with a tilt of her head, Bruce glared at her, she knew what she was doing.
“Tikki what do you mean that woman shouldn’t be alive?” Dick asked.
“Simply that. She was a corpse. No soul. Haw-Gab- The villain Mari had to face before, she was his wife. He wished for her life.” Tikki explained as though it made total sense to all of them.
“Yeaaaaah, you’re going to need to expand on that.” Dick said which made Tikki frown in confusion.
“While I do agree with that, maybe we should wait until we are at home to continue this conversation. You boys know how Tim and Jason will be if they aren’t informed about what happened. You boys tell them and I’ll take Marietta. We will continue on with our day, but if you see either of them lingering here alert me. I don’t want Marietta to have to interact with them at all if we can help it.” Bruce said as he gently took Marietta from Damian who looked like he wanted to do anything but give his little sister to his father.
“If I see them I have a right to defend Marietta.” Damian stated. “You can’t stop me.”
“Damian.”
“Don’t worry Bruce, at least he doesn’t have a sword on him.” Dick chuckled.
“Who said I didn’t? Was it Todd?” 
Bruce needed a break. Bruce questioned why he had so many kids not for the first time in his life. Bruce decided to ignore the fact his child admitted to having a sword somewhere on him and just did as he said he was going to do, continue his day with his daughter and if he held her a little closer to him than usual? Well it couldn’t be helped. 
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I know it’s not like the reactions yet but I am in the process of writing Wish Me Away so take this! XD
طفل الخفافيش (tifl alkhafafish): Baby Bat
“الأخ الأكبر (al'akhu al'akbar): Big Brother
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Collision - Chapter 2
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Characters: Female Reader Uley Character, Sam Uley, Allison Uley, Charlie Swan, Bella Swan, Seth Clearwater, Billy Black, Jacob Black, Emily Young, Paul Lahote, Harry and Sue Clearwater, Leah Clearwater
Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life at it’s first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.
*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Twilight, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Stephanie Meyer and Summit Entertainment. The only thing I own is Uley Reader insert, any upcoming characters, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ story line.
Chapter: 2/?
A/N: There’s no Cullen’s in the first chapter, we’ll see them soon though. Also, Esme is in the story but her and Carlisle are not together romantically. If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.
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Chapter 2
The next day she awoke at half past ten. She looked at her bedside clock flustered, knowing she had wasted almost all morning. She could smell breakfast already prepared and her mother downstairs doing some light cleaning.
She hurried into the bathroom and took a small time to finish her morning routine, flying down the stairs. Allison laughed as she noticed her daughter stumbling with hurry down the stairs, clearly heading to the door.
“Eat some breakfast before you go, darling!” Allison shouted as she swept the floor of the dining room.
“I’ll just get some on the way,” (Y/N) said as she put her jacket on, seeing in the distance dark clouds adorning the sky.
“I made you a sandwich so you can take it with you and a travel mug filled with coffee.”
“Thanks, mom. You’re the best,” (Y/N) kissed her mother’s cheek and grabbed the food from her hands.
“And be careful on the streets, the tires haven’t been changed on the truck and the roads are supposed to be very slippery today.” Allison called out to the girl who was almost completely out of the door.
(Y/N) barely heard her mother’s warning as she jogged up to the truck parked on the driveway. There was a sandwich hanging from her mouth as she backed up and sped to the main road. It was quite a long ride to Port Angeles, and she wanted to be back before dark. She spent the ninety-minute drive listening to background music and noticing how the sky changed from blue to dark grey to a lighter grey as she passed and left Forks. She rarely visited the neighboring town, listening to the stories by the elders gave her enough reason not to. Unlike most of her friends and even her own brother, she believed the string of words that they sewed. There were so many things that were unexplained in the universe that it would be ignorant of her to not believe that the supernatural could exist. Although, the past four years she had started to disregard the tales as made up stories, not being able to prove that they were veracious.
Once she arrived, she parked in front of an antique store and started perusing through the various stores in the strip mall. Before she knew it, five hours had passed. Her feet were sore from walking back and forth, her arms were read from all the bags she had carried, and her head was hurting from a lack of food. It was already five in the afternoon and (Y/N) was ready to go home. She got back into the truck and started her drive back home. An hour into the drive the sky darkened more than it should’ve, and heavy rain cascaded from the clouds. Her vision was impaired from the thick droplets and her heart was beating hard, scared of what could jump out in the darkness.
(Y/N)’s worries were confirmed when a deer jumped onto the street and had her swerve the truck. The car spun for some seconds and slid off the road, crashing into a tree. The girl’s head flew forward on impact and connected with the steering wheel in front of her. Her vision blurred and her headache grew exponentially. She could hear her name being called from far away but couldn’t distinguish whose it was. As it came closer, she could finally make out the frame of the sheriff, Charlie Swan. He was speaking to her, but no words registered in her head.
Charlie moved closer to the truck and tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t budge. The sheriff reached into the open window and carefully tried to retrieve the wounded girl. She wasn’t in the right mind and in this rain an ambulance would take too long to get here. He laid (Y/N)’s head on his shoulder as she mumbled incoherent words, then reaching his arms under hers to pull her softly. He was careful not to scrape her body too much against the broken window, laying down his jacket first to cover most of it. Charlie tried his best to see amid the harsh rain, praying to whatever being was controlling the weather to stop. The blood that was gushing from (Y/N)’s forehead had washed off as soon as her head had exited the car but it didn’t stop flowing. After what felt like hours, the sheriff had the teenage girl in his arms and carried her to his cruiser. Turning his emergency lights on he sped as carefully as possible to the hospital.
He felt the ride eternal as he heard the hurt girl in the back of the car moaning in pain and noticing the shirt he’d wrapped around her forehead was soaking up too much blood. As he neared the bright lights of the hospital, he slowed the speed down as to not slam on his brakes and cause more damage to (Y/N). He carefully grabbed her limp body and entered the hospital. It seemed like the emergency room had a slow night, but he only brought trouble. 
“I need some help here!” Charlie called out, worry laced in his voice. 
“Sheriff Swan, what happened?” A nurse asked as she accompanied the team wheeling a gurney for the unconscious being in the officer’s arms. 
“This is (Y/N) Uley. She hit her head in a car accident, I assume her car swerved as she avoided an animal in the street. She’s been unconscious since I got her in my car. When I found her she was barely coherent.” 
“Okay, why don’t you wait for us in the waiting room. We’ll let you know as soon as we have some news.” The nurse smiled. 
All Charlie could do was nod and sit down for a second, later pulling out his phone to dial Allison Uley’s number. 
“Sheriff, to what do I owe this pleasure,” Allison chimed. 
“It’s not good news, Allison. (Y/N) has been in a car accident.” Charlie could feel the panicked energy coming from the other side of the phone. Close to this time last year he had gotten news that his own daughter was hurt through a phone call. “Now, Allison, I know you want to speed off to the hospital but I would advise you not to. The roads are really bad over here and we can’t have you both admitted.” 
“But I can’t leave her alone,” she sobbed. “I need to be there for my baby.” 
“I know, but she won’t be alone. I’m gonna stay here until she’s good to go and I’ll take her back to your house. Now don’t you worry, you know she’s a strong one.” 
“I know,” Allison sighed an air of defeat. “Alright, just please keep me updated on everything. Doesn’t matter how late.” 
“Will do. I’ll have my buddy pick up the truck and leave it at Billy’s.” 
“Thank you, Charlie, so much.” 
“No problem, Allison. Try to get some shuteye, it looks to be a long night.”
And a long night it was.  
Thankfully, (Y/N)’s injuries were minor and she would be able to leave as soon as she woke up. Charlie spent all night in the hospital, calling a friend to drive (Y/N)’s truck so that Jacob could see if it was worthy of repair and leaving a message for his daughter that he would not be coming home that night. The nurses were nice enough to bring the officer a blanket and some coffee as it seemed he wasn’t going to leave and come back the next morning, keeping his promise to Allison that he’d stay beside her daughter. 
Once a room was given to (Y/N), Charlie managed to catch up on a little bit of sleep on the armchair next to her bed. The girl slept even through the morning light that slipped through the window that woke the sheriff up. He updated Allison on the persistent status of her daughter. Once again, the nurses showing kindness by bringing him a cup of coffee as he waited for (Y/N)’s eyes to open.
(Y/N) was engulfed in darkness during what felt like a second. She tried fluttering her eyes open but was met with a painfully bright light and a pulsating headache that rang through her body. Her eyes closed once again to try to minimize the discomfort, to much avail. She barely remembered what event befell her to end up in this situation, but she could hear she was not alone.
“Are the lights bothering you, (Y/N)?” Sheriff Swan spoke, noticing the girl had awoken. She promptly nodded and he stood up to turn off the lights as the room door opened. “All right, they’re off now. Hello, doctor.”
She tried opening her eyes again and was met with the most radiant eye color she had ever seen.
Golden.
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*.• Si vis amari.
I. The Moon.
in which 18 year old gojo satoru is left in charge of 6 year old fushiguro megumi, with the help of 17 year old nanami suki (oc).
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Suki listened from the kitchen, as the white haired boy explained the story to her brother, sat at the dining table.
The kid, Fushiguro Megumi as he had explained, waited patiently for his dinner in the living room, watching TV with fake interest, ears fixed on the conversation that was taking place in the other room.
The blonde girl poured the boiling water in the pan, hard noodles floating on it, and she turned around to the boys, lower back resting against the kitchen.
Satoru looked at her, trying to decipher her expression, while Kento simply sighed, rubbing his temples with his index fingers.
“So you killed a man, and he put his kid’s life in your hands to, what? Mentor him?”, the blonde asked, as his sister remained quiet.
Suki disconnected from their conversation, trying to process everything she had heard. The Zenin’s were not good people, that she knew. And if that kid’s father had denied them, and dirtied their name, Fushiguro wasn’t safe with them. But why put the responsibility on Gojo? Wasn’t that man meant to kill him?
She sighed softly, humming as she turned around and stirred the noodles, adding a small packet of spices on top.
Fushiguro Toji. She was sure she had heard it before, somewhere. Perhaps in class, or training with the older students? She couldn’t remember. But if his death wish had been for Gojo to protect his kid, it was to respect, right? As crazy as it was. But would the kid be actually safe? Was an eighteen year old the best option to raise a kid? Eighteen year old Gojo Satoru, of all eighteen year olds?
However, the question that mattered the most to her was why now. From what he had said, Fushiguro senior had died a year or so ago. Why take the kid now? What had been the inflexion point?
“Dinner’s ready”, she finally said.
Gojo frowned, eyes back on her. He couldn’t hear any kind of emotion through her voice. He had no idea what she was thinking, and it angered him. Suki always had had that ability, to turn it off and simply don’t feel, to hide her thoughts.
Kento got up from his chair, getting two plates, one for the kid and one for the white haired boy, and Suki walked to the living room.
“Eavesdropping is bad education, you know?”.
The kid looked at her with a plain expression, and the blonde girl sighed, waiting for him to walk to the kitchen. The kid sat next to Kento, and in front of Satoru. Suki took the plates that had been left next to the stove, and served two rations, handing one to the kid, and another to Gojo, who looked up at her with an eyebrow raised.
Nanami simply rolled her eyes, her hand on the back of his head turning it to look at the plate, a silent sign for him to just eat. She could tell he hadn't had dinner either.
Kento looked at his sister with that look, and Sue sighed softly, looking back at him with that other look. To the boys, it didn’t mean anything, but the Nanami’s were having a conversation just with their eyes.
“So…”, the girl cleared her throat, moving her eyes from her brother to Satoru, “Are you taking him to the school tonight? To sleep, I mean”.
“Not sure how our dear sensei would react to that. I’ll figure something out”, he said unimportantly, looking at the kid, “Pretty sure I can find somewhere for him to stay until I know how to tell Yaga about him”.
Satoru didn’t really want to have that talk, if he was honest. He knew what Yaga would say already, and it wasn’t something he wanted to hear. In fact, Kento had also said what he thought he would: that it was crazy, and irresponsible. But Suki, she hadn’t said anything. Her behavior around the kid was careful, with respect, but informal.
If he didn’t know her, he’d say she was angry. But it was something else, he just couldn't put his finger on it.
“He can stay here tonight. And you should too”.
He looked at the girl, then at Kento, and chuckled softly.
“You worried we’ll end up sleeping in the streets, Nanami?”.
“No. I’m worried you’ll end up dead in a ditch, and him with the Zenin’s. Plus, it’s Christmas vacation, tell Yaga you’re celebrating with us and will go around just to train”.
“I can defend myself quite right, thank you, I don’t need—”.
The sound of Suki’s punch hitting the table silenced the boy, and the blonde girl sighed softly, calmly even, closing her eyes and opening them slowly.
“I wasn’t asking, Satoru”.
The white haired man clenched his fists under the table, looking at the short girl with a serious face. Kento looked at her too, eyes opened with surprise at the sudden first name usage from his sister, and her very clear (to him, at least) worry.
“Fuck off, Suki”, the blue eyed boy said, getting up, and looking at her. But his expression soon changed, and he chuckled softly. “I’m sleeping with Nanamin, ‘cause that attitude you have today? Huh-uh, no thanks”.
Suki’s face changed at his words too, a smile cracking up as she rolled her eyes, and picked up the now empty plates, as her brother turned to the white haired boy.
“Excuse me, no, the hell you’re not. You get the carpet, and because I feel bad enough for you already”.
“Nanamin… don’t argue with me, not in front of the kid…”, the boy replied, pouting at Kento, and the blonde rolled his eyes, a small smile plastered on his face.
Suki left both plates at the sink, and told the two boys to go look for a movie to watch. They both looked at her, then at each other, then at the kid, and nodded understandably.
Megumi was annoyed. He didn’t want to be there, he wanted to go away and get as far away from that white haired tall baby as he could. Gojo was loud, extra, and incredibly annoying. He didn’t need Gojo to take care of him, nor whoever Yaga was. But something about the twins, Suki and Kento, made Gojo a little less annoying.
They didn’t look at him with utter admiration like the people on the streets did, girls and boys turning their heads his way and Megumi’s. They spoke to him like he was just another person, ignoring any kind of honorifics or respect, even when they seemed to be younger.
“He can be really stubborn when he wants, right?”.
The girl spoke, and Megumi looked her way, his blank expression never changing.
“Yeah”.
“Not much of a talker, huh? It’s okay, silence is okay with me”.
She gave him a sweet smile, and started cleaning the dishes, her back to the kid. She hummed a little song as she did, and Megumi felt his eyes start to get heavy, some silence finally forming around him. He hadn’t realised how tired he actually was until now, arms warm and stomach full.
He looked around slowly, eyes landing on various pictures displayed on the cabinets and bookshelves. Lots of pictures of the twins, from when they were his age, to their tenth birthday, to them now. A picture in which he could recognise Gojo, with another two girls and another boy seemed to be hidden behind a flowerpot.
“Do you want to go to sleep now, or later, Fushiguro?”, the girl asked, and he shrugged, trying to hold a yawn, “You can have my bed, and I’ll take the couch. Kento will lend you some old pyjamas to sleep on, too, and you can go to sleep or come watch the movie with us, okay? Your choice”.
She seemed like a genuinely cool person to the kid. She didn’t let Gojo’s arrogance put her down, nor did she allow him to let it get over his head. She spoke surely, without any shame to take charge of the situation.
But she wasn’t scary, or rude. Not even cold. At the same time, she seemed sweet. Allowing him to choose for himself, lending her room, and not forcing him to talk. There wasn’t a trace of condescension on her voice as she spoke to him neither, having a conversation like she would with anyone her age.
When she finished the dishes, she picked a glass from a cabinet, and filled it with water.
Megumi followed her around the apartment, his school backpack hanging from his shoulder, the sweater she had given him now folded in his arms.
Suki’s room wasn’t very big, but it was cool. She had Christmas lights hanging from the ceiling all over the room, and a long desk, between the window and the bed, with lots of books and a computer. There were also many little plants around, and a big mirror next to the window, framed with many polaroids of her and her brother and friends, but also of plants, street animals, and sunsets.
One of the walls was the color of wine, as were the bed sheets and the windowsill, and the other three were covered in lots of posters and more pictures. There were even some plants and vinyls hanging from the walls.
“Okay, wait here”, she interrupted the silence, as Megumi continued to explore with his eyes.
The closet was inside the wall, white wooden doors contrasting against the dark paint, as were the bedframe and the desk.
“Here”, she said as she came back, handing him the small pyjamas, and leaving the glass of water in the nightstand, “When you’re ready, you can sleep or come with us, in the living-room, okay?”.
The dark haired kid nodded, taking the things from her hands and sitting in the corner of the bed, still looking around the walls, reading the posters.
“If you need anything, just call me, alright?”.
He nodded again, and Suki gave him a little smile, and turned around to leave the room, already regretting allowing the boys to choose the movie, when the kid finally answered:
“Thank you, Nanami-chan”.
( . . . )
“God, that was scary”, Kento complained, picking up the empty soda cans from the table as Suki turned off the TV, stretching out on the couch, as Satoru´s head rested on her shoulder, “I can’t believe he fell asleep with your yelling”.
Suki chuckled softly, shaking the man next to her as her brother walked to the kitchen to throw everything away, then went to the bathroom to get ready for bed.
Gojo groaned, sitting up and yawning, and rubbed his eyes.
“You cool?”, the girl asked, and the blue eyed boy nodded, giving her a smile as he rested his head back on the couch, facing the ceiling.
“Long ass day, it’s tiring always being the coolest person in the room”.
Suki chuckled, getting up, and Satoru pouted at the sudden cold by his side. The girl walked to the bookshelf, picking up a copy of Verne’s “Journey to the Center of the Earth”, and opening it to reveal a small box of cigarettes.
The white haired boy chuckled at her, sunglasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, and Suki sent him a serious look, not wanting her brother to hear.
She walked to a glass door, moonlight coming through it and lighting up the room, and she opened it with one hand, as she lit the cigarette with the other. Gojo watched her silently, her small frame walking out to the small balcony.
Suki was a confusing person to most of the people, but she was pretty easy to read once she opened up. Satoru knew she was worried, he had finally realised what the emotion was when she sat next to him for the movie, allowing him to rest his head on her shoulder. She could tell he was tired.
“Are you okay, ‘toru?”.
Her voice hung on the room for a minute, Gojo’s heart jumping at the first name basis again. She knew he wasn’t, and she was giving him the chance to talk about it by asking directly.
But he wasn’t ready, not yet.
The boy got up from his comfortable place on the couch, and walked slowly to the balcony. Suki was sitting on the floor, legs hanging outside of the surface between the handstand’s bars. Gojo settled next to her, legs crossed and blue eyes locked on the moon, as he held his weight with his arms behind his body.
His fingertips brushed against the girl’s, and he looked down at her. The blonde girl was looking up too, but not at the moon. Her honey eyes squinted lightly, trying to distinguish the stars.
She wasn’t the biggest fan of physical touch, he knew, so he left his hand there, allowing her to make whatever next move she pleased.
Gojo smiled at the weight of her head against his shoulder, just like he had done before, acknowledging the trust Suki had on him, and her intention of supporting him.
She was like that sometimes, she never made anyone speak, or tell her what they didn’t want to word out. She simply offered her presence, and a pure, genuine understanding.
“You cool?”, asked the boy this time, eyes fixed back on the sky.
“Very. Stars look better from this angle, just that”.
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I’m wildly behind on #31 Days of Loving For Lucy and #Let Lucy get Laid Brigade and it makes me sad cause I love this project by @crose84​ so much and it’s really helped me write more! So here is an extra long one and I’ll catch up as best I can. Excerpt from (hopefully a soon to be published fic): We'll Always Be the One Tough Act to Follow (that despite this excerpt is eventual Lucy/ Tim)
Some Detective Singh/ Jucy Lay courtesy of the brilliant brain of @itsoneofthemuses, cause he’s fine and Detective Singh should come on back to the show. I’m also not going to lie, I had to look up what kind of sports team the Dodgers were. I know absolutely nothing about baseball. And Lucy is rocking a high ponytail again, so sue me, I’m obsessed with that look. 
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Lucy had thought she was just joining Nyla and Angela for drinks, but when she gets to the food trucks with the margarita stand it seems like the entire station is there crowded around two picnic tables, even Smitty. It’s really not what she had in mind for her evening and she almost turns around before Angela spots her and hollers her over.
“Chen! I’ve already got you a margarita.” 
She sits, squishing between Nyla and Angela so she doesn’t have to sit next to Tim. “Cheers.” 
Lucy lets Angela show her photos of Jack and is relieved to find that the burn of tequila and the cute baby pictures makes a dent in her apathy. She feels warm, safe and loved by the two women on either side of her and she lets herself bask in it, let’s it fill her up, the happy chatter of her friends and colleagues surrounds her and it’s a balm for her loneliness. 
There’s another table of detectives, Lucy vaguely recognizes some of them from Guns and Gangs and her attention is caught when one of them stands and makes his way over with two beers in hand. He’s undoubtedly handsome but Lucy considers herself immune to hot cops these days, even the tall ones with great hair and nice eyes. 
“Hey Bradford, I figured I owed you a beer for those Dodger tickets.” 
“Bases were loaded and Taylor hit a home run to win the game. You definitely owe me a beer.” Tim laughs and grabs the offered beer before motioning at the table, “Everyone this is Detective Singh, Singh this is everyone.” 
Singh does the expected introductions around the table, offering waves and when he gets to Lucy, his gaze lingers, eyes flicking over her high ponytail and painted on red lips. 
Sign reaches out his hand towards her and she accepts it, “Hey, I’m Jay.” 
Nyla snorts next to her, “Sure, Lucy gets a first name.” 
Lucy’s cheeks heat up but Jay seems completely unperturbed by her friends comment, if anything his grin gets wider. 
“Lucy Chen.” 
Jay takes an excited step back, taking her in, “Officer Chen, in the flesh! I tried to steal you away this week for a three day UC op. I’d heard good things about your work from Sergeant Murray in Narcotics, but Bradford said you had a big case he needed your help on and couldn’t stand to lose you.” 
Something ugly and heavy settles in Lucy’s stomach as his words sink in. There was no big case, Lucy had helped Tim fill out boring paperwork all week for patrol traffic duty, a monotonous never-ending task that made the week drag on forever. She can feel Tim’s eyes on her but she ignores him, takes a fortifying sip of her margarita and a deep breath, remembers everything from her UC training and says in what she hopes is a convincing casual tone, “Huh, he didn’t mention it.” 
Jay’s eyebrows shoot up on his face and he looks between Tim and Lucy. The table is awkwardly quiet and Lucy can feel Nyla’s anger on her behalf radiating out of her. She doesn’t envy Tim. 
“I need another drink.” Lucy stands, ignoring the half full glass in front of her. 
Singh nods, placing his full beer on the table, “I’ll join you.” 
“Chen, wait…” Tim calls after her, half rising from his chair but she honestly doesn’t have the energy to deal with him, to have to guess at whatever his motives were, so she ignores him and turns on her heel. The anger is simmering under her skin, but she’s a God damn professional, she faced down two major drug traffickers she can sure as hell handle Tim being an asshole. 
Lucy resolutely ignores the ugly voice that whispers that maybe Tim lied because he didn’t think she could handle it.
Singh follows behind her, hands in his pocket as he leisurely keeps pace with her. She takes three deep breaths on the walk over and by the time they are in the drink line she’s feeling squared away. 
Lucy turns to the Detective to find him watching her already, curious and searching, “Next time you have me in mind for something I’d love for you to ask me directly.” 
Singh nods, the curious expression hasn’t dropped from his face if anything it seems more intense, like he’s trying to puzzle something out,“I’m not sure what I’m missing here but I’d still have to confirm with Bradford, he’s your Sergeant.” 
“Right.” Lucy huffs out a frustrated laugh, because of course this is her reality, the man in charge of her future career seems to no longer give a damn about it. 
The pair moves forward in line as Nolan and Bailey move from the counter with matching grins and a tray of shots for the table, Lucy’s glad she’s no longer sitting down. 
Singh nods again, “Plus no more ops for me in LA, this is actually my going away party.” 
Lucy is eager to jump on any topic that isn’t about her or Tim or UC ops so she takes the opportunity to distract herself, “Where you going?” 
“San Francisco. My mum isn’t doing well and my sister needs help with her care. Plus I’ve been wanting to leave this city for a while.” 
“Oh, I’m so sorry about your mum.” Lucy places a hand on his arm in a display of empathy and her cheeks heat up when he places his own large hand over hers. 
“Thanks, it’s been pretty hard.” 
The people in front of them move out of the way with their drinks and Lucy drops her hand as they approach the counter. Singh pull out his wallet, “What are you having? Drinks on me.” 
“Margarita please.” 
Singh pays, as he’s putting his wallet away he gives her another one of those deep searching looks, his dark eyes seemingly seeing right through her, it’s as unsettling as it is intriguing, “Listen, I didn’t know him well, but I was really sorry to hear about West. I heard he was a hell of an Officer.” 
Lucy doesn’t expect it, it’s been nearly six months and it seems most people have moved on so it’s a shock to hear Jackson’s name out of the mouth of a near stranger, “Yeah, thanks.” 
He leans agains the counter as they wait, clearing his throat and continuing on hesitantly, “My partner died two years ago, she was my best friend. And you know the therapy and stuff really helped, but it’s still really fucking painful.” 
It’s so fucking painful Lucy can barely breathe with it sometimes, it feels like when Jackson died a part of her did too, she’s not sure how to get it back. To hear even a stranger acknowledge it feels like a step in the right direction. Better than Nolan’s faux positivity and Tim’s avoidance. 
“It is. I’m so sorry about your partner.” 
He nods in thanks and takes a sip of his beer before continuing. “Maybe I’m totally off base, and you’re like why is this strange man talking to me about something so personal,” Lucy can’t help but let out a small laugh and he shoots her a smile before continuing,  “I just found after a month or two, people avoided talking to me about her. That hurt worse.” 
Lucy really looks at him and she doesn’t know him but she thinks she’s got a pretty good read on people, his face is open and genuine, “Yeah it does. I really fucking miss him.” 
“I bet.” 
Their drinks come up, and Lucy grabs them stepping to the side of the food truck, she’s not ready to return back to the table yet and Singh seems happy to follow her lead. 
Lucy passes him his beer and can’t help but ask, “Does it get better? The hurt?”
“No, but it gets easier.”
“Well, cheers to it getting easier.” The clink their glasses together and take their respective sips, Singh’s dark eyes stay on her the whole time, this time his gaze doesn’t appear concerned, he seems interested. Lucy doesn’t hate it. 
“Just don’t do what I did.” 
“What was that?” She asks. 
Singh takes another sip of his beer and raises an eyebrow, “Throw myself into work 24/7. It worked for a bit but eventually it all caught up to me.” 
Lucy smirks and rolls her eyes, “Thanks for the unsolicited advice.” 
He lets out a loud laugh, and Lucy cant help herself but be charmed, “Hey anytime. I just figured riding with Bradford, you probably weren’t having hearts to hearts with the guy, might want an outside perspective.” 
What hurts, what Jay couldn’t possibly know, is that her and Tim use to talk all the time. Confessions of guilt and shame and fear met with reassurance and salvation all offered up in the quiet and darkness of their shop, or in the gym, even a parking lot or a dark corner outside of a bakery. Now it seems like Tim only wants her silence. 
In a desperate attempt to change the subject, Lucy reaches for something else to talk about, “So, this is your going away party?”  
“It is,” Jay leans a little closer to her as if he’s about to share a secret, “Honestly though, meeting you tonight is making me reconsider.” 
A surprised laugh escapes Lucy’s lips and she grins at him, “That’s a line.”
“Doesn’t make it any less true.“
She purses her lips at him and hums, “Mhmm.” 
“Listen, I’ve got to get back to my friends, considering I’m the guest of honour. Find me when you want another drink.” 
“We’ll see.” 
He tips his beer at her and before he turns and heads back to his table, he looks back once more as she’s watching him walk away, that cocky grin still in place. It’s wildly attractive. 
Lucy makes her way over and sits back down next to Nyla, who nudges her, checking in silently and her frown lessens when Lucy nods. 
Tim leans back in his chair in an attempt to circumvent Angela physically blocking him, “Lucy, can we talk?” 
“No.” She doesn’t want to make a scene, she really doesn’t. She’s going to finish this margarita and is getting the hell out of there. 
“Drop it Bradford.” She hears Angela mutter to him. 
“What do you know about Singh?” 
Lucy thinks she says it quietly enough so only Angela and Nyla can hear her but she underestimated Tim’s desire to insert himself where he clearly wasn’t wanted, apparently desperate to talk to Lucy in any capacity, “He’s good police, been stabbed nine times in the line of duty.” 
If Lucy wasn’t so angry at him she would have laughed at his clumsy attempt to include himself in the conversation.
Angela snorts, “Yeah, I don’t think that’s what she’s asking.” 
Tim’s expression changes to one of confusion and something else but Lucy has spent the last year trying to read the man, and tonight she’s giving up. Angela seems to sense the mood change and hauls Tim up by his elbow and away from the table, “Come on, you owe me a marg.” 
Nyla moves closer to Lucy, whispering in her ear, “ I’ve only heard good things. Really good things.” 
“Hm.” 
Nyla raises an eyebrow and takes a sip of her cocktail, “Also only heard that from the women involved, my friend use to work with Singh. Said he never once spoke about his romantic life, even though they all knew he was dating.” 
“Good to know,” Lucy tries a casual glance over her shoulder towards Jay, he’s already looking at her and  he offers a wink that makes her blush. 
Nyla sees the interaction, because honestly there isn’t much she doesn’t see, “Get it, girl.” 
Lucy downs the rest of her margarita, “I just might.” 
Angela and Tim return back to their table and sit just as Lucy stands and they both stare up at her in question, “I’m leaving, sorry, I’m not really feeling it tonight.” 
Lucy is sure Nyla makes a innuendo under her breath about feeling something tonight but she chooses to ignore it. 
“I’ll drive you home.” Tim says, already searching for his keys. 
“No. I’ve already got an Uber. Don’t want to ruin my rating.” 
“Lucy.” 
She hates it when he says her name like that, all beseeching and desperate. Luckily though there is still that tinge of classic Tim Bradford annoyance with her and his signature eye roll, it helps her hold strong. Helps her stay angry with him. 
Angela places a hand on Tim’s arm and for once in his God damn life he seems to get the message, Lucy has never been more grateful for the other woman. 
Lucy makes her way past the other table of detectives, making eye contact with Singh and motions with her chin over to the exit of patio. She assess their line of site, luckily they’re out of view of his friends, unfortunately not completely out of the view of hers.
Lucy hears him make a vague excuse about the bathroom before he follows her, approaching with his hands in his pockets and a very attractive grin on his face, “Do you want another drink?”
She shakes her head, “No.” 
Singh crosses his arms, his biceps flexing under his black t-shirt and really just confirming that Lucy is making the right decision, “What can I do for you then, Lucy Chen?”
“I’ve heard I’m not supposed to date cops.”
He lifts a brow in surprise and his grin widens, “Who said anything about a date?” 
Lucy’s red lips curl up into a smirk, “I’m not about to get a reputation.” 
Jay nods, drops a hand on her hip and leans into her, his voice low and tempting, “I’m discrete.”
Lucy hands him a napkin with her scrawl on it, “My roommate is away, here’s my address, wait ten minutes before leaving and I’ll meet you there.” 
“Yes m’am.” 
Lucy turns on her heel feeling a combination of excited and anxious as she makes her way towards the Uber and away from the Detective. She feels the heavy weight of someone’s stare on her, so she chances a glance despite knowing better and finds Tim watching her, his expression inscrutable. She knows, despite everything he would never say anything to anyone about her presumed evening activities. Still, she thinks as she looks away from him, she can’t nail down why it feels so wrong for him to have witnessed her exchange with Jay. 
She gets the Uber to make a stop at the bodega near her house before she can lose her nerve to pick up alcohol and condoms, feeling like she was twenty-one again and by the time she gets home, Jay Singh is casually sitting on her apartment steps, looking like a goddamn model. 
“Hi.” 
“Hi. Come on up. I got tequila.” 
Jay follows her into her building, a warm hand low enough on her back it couldn’t be mistaken for friendly. 
Lucy tosses her purse and the bag on the table, grabs two glasses and pours tequila in both before offering one to Jay. 
He thanks her and takes a sip, hissing a little at the burn of it before looking at Lucy, “Listen, I like to be as open as possible.”
“Alright.” 
“And I’m not saying this based on assumptions of how tonight’s going to go. I’d be happy if all we did was drink tequila in your kitchen. I just like to be upfront.” 
She considers him, sipping her own tequila, this handsome, honest man in her kitchen and she somehow trusts him, “I could use some upfront-ness in my life.” 
Jay takes another sip before bluntly sharing, “I can’t be blindfolded. Or choked.” 
Lucy’s intuition is proven correct, and it feels fucking great to know she can still rely on it. She feels safe, and if she continues to be right she thinks she’s also about to feel really really good. “Copy that. Don’t tie or hold my wrists down. And I prefer to be on top.” 
 Jay smirks, his gaze lingering across her chest and then her hips before he reaches out a hand and tugs her into him, “I can definitely work with that.” 
“Oh and don’t ask me about any of my tattoos.” 
His affirmative reply is lost as Lucy leans in, her lips landing on his and the taste of tequila on both of their breaths. 
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Tim calls Lucy twice over their two days off and she lets it go to voice mail both times, he doesn’t leave a message. 
The first call wakes both her and Jay up, and the best way she can think of to ignore the feelings it brings is to go round four with the stupidly attractive man in her bed. 
She knows she’s avoiding Tim and it’s an unhealthy way to deal with conflict but she texts Nyla and begs her to get her on any detail for the next shift that isn’t with Tim. 
Her friend really pulls through because she gets Lucy assigned to her while Aaron is studying for his six month tests and they’re out the door before Tim has even left the locker room. 
Nyla lets Lucy drive as they patrol and she gives Lucy enough time to finish her first cup of coffee before she questions her, “Have you talked to him about it?” 
“No, have you?” 
Nyla snorts and shakes her head, “He let me lecture him for five minutes but didn’t explain himself. Said the only person he wanted to talk to was you.” 
“Jesus Christ. Now he wants to talk.” 
“You can’t avoid him forever, Lucy” 
“I know.” 
“Listen, no matter his reasoning, I don’t want you to doubt yourself, you would have handled that op easily. There’s a reason Murray recommended you. You’re a badass and we don’t need some white man making you feel any different, okay?” 
Lucy laughs and nods, “Okay. Thanks Nyla.” 
The other woman nods and her expression shifts, her smile mischievous, “So…How did some non-white man end up making you feel on Saturday night?” 
Lucy lets out a loud laugh and shoves Nyla’s shoulder, “Oh my god, we are not talking about this in the shop.” 
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Can I request The Avengers with winged!male!reader, who is a new member of their team? Reader is a ball of joy and love, he's like everyone's kid, until he gets snatched by Hydra agents and later is found with one of his wings cut off, leaving a permanent and ugly scar on his back. After that he shuts down completely, lays in his bed all day long and doesn't talk to anyone : he became a wreck of the person he used to be.
I really would like to see The Avengers helping him cope and Tony coming up with some crazy idea, which lead to Reader receiving a prosthetic wing and once again becoming an official member of The Avengers.
Anon, you are a true genius!
warnings: hydra (so also torture, a bit of gore, and kidnapping)
+ implied Stucky 
I called the male reader Icarus, you’ll find out why ;) I may be a little bit too obsessed by mythology. Sorry that I didn’t write with ‘you’. 
wordcount: 2424
Requests are open!
Icarus was found by shield at age 15. He had been an experiment of hydra for 3 years. He remembered the day the Avengers had infiltrated the facility where the majority of hydra worked. He remembered hearing the explosions and screams while he was trapped in the many cells of the building’s basement. The only occupied cell what that of his.
He had felt his surroundings shaking, had felt the dust falling on him as the building was ready to collapse. And then the bombs stopped getting fired. The screams had stopped. Icarus had thought the fight had completely stopped and that the people were either dead or that the people had fled. Icarus had thought no one was coming for him, and that he was trapped in his cell, no way to escape.
But then he had heard a single loud bang. It came from the door leading to the basement. He saw that the metal door had an imprint of a fist in it. Then he heard another loud bang, and saw how the imprint expanded. After a few more hits, the door gave away and fell to the floor.
A man with a metal came walking up to him. Icarus knew who he was, emphasis on was. Because the man ushering towards him wasn’t the Winter Soldier anymore. That was what the agents had told him.
“Hey kid. Hang on in there, we’ll get you out as soon as possible.” He said and came closer and inspected the outside of his cell. More specifically, the keypad in front of it. “Hey Stark, I’m gonna need your help here with some tech.” Bucky came even closer to his cell and Icarus’ eyes widen as his hands neared the glass.
“Stop!” Icarus yelled. Bucky froze at the command, and dragged his eyes up slowly to the panicked boy in front of him. “You can’t touch the glass.” Icarus warned him, his tone a bit softer. “It’ll trigger the alarms and then gas will come out of the ceiling.” Bucky frowned looked up at the top of the cell. In each corner was a camera, along with a small metal tube coming out of the walls. He supposed that the gas would come out of there.
“Is the gas deadly?” He asked the boy, there were probably going to trigger the alarms trying to get him out. But they would have to find another way if the gas is really dangerous.
“No,” Icarus started, “it just makes me go to sleep.” Bucky nodded as stepped away from the glass container. They would have to wait for a few minutes until help – the help being Tony- arrived.
“So…” The boy drawled out, “Are you really a 100 years old?” He wanted to look at Icarus with a ‘are you serious’- look but as he saw the curiosity written on his face, he responded a soft smile.
“I’m 106 years old.” He felt a pang of amusement as he watched Icarus’ eyes widen.
“Isn’t that a bit weird?” Bucky tilted his head, silently asked the boy what he meant by that. “You know…with friends, and lovers. You’re much older than them.”
Suddenly Stark entered the basement and said: “Well, Bucky doesn’t have any problem with that seeing as his boyfriend is also a super soldier and also very old.” He strutted over to the keypad on his cell. Icarus stared at him with wide eyes because – oh my God this is The Tony Stark.
“Friday baby, tell me how to get the angel out.” He said. Icarus blushed a bit, most of the agents didn’t call him an angel because of his wings. But rather demon. He didn’t which one fit the best seeing as he had neither white wings, nor black, but brown wings.
Tony was quiet for a few long seconds. He looked concentrated, not that they could see his face through the helmet, but his head was tilted just a bit. He let out a loud drawn-out sigh and said: “Yeah, no can do, that’s going to take hours. I’m just gonna blast it.”
Icarus straightened up immediately, if he were to do that he would just trigger the alarms. It wouldn’t do much to the glass either, because it was made of something special. Before Icarus could let out a warning, he heard the zooming of Iron Man’s blasters and then he heard a small explosion.
The boy made eye contact with Bucky after he saw gas coming out of the metal tubes. Just before he slipped into unconsciousness, he picked up the curse words both of the men let out.
Only a few hours later did Icarus wake up. It was very quiet around him, but there was also an unfamiliar sound that he didn’t recognise that made him realise that he wasn’t in his cell anymore. Did the agents change their mind on waiting a few more months to send him on a mission? Did they suddenly decide to get rid of him? Did they-
“Ah, you’re waking up.” The voice was so much more gentle than he was used hearing. It reminded him of how his family used to talk to him.
They were dead now, by the way, with courtesy of hydra.
Icarus opened his eyes and looked to his right where the voice had come from. He recognised the man, he was the Falcon. Sam was still wearing his suit, with his metal wings. Icarus eyes fell to the said wings and frowned.
“You know, you guys are in big trouble.” The people around him straightened up. Already thinking of the possible things the boy could say. There was something you didn’t think about, this was just a distraction and now the shield base has been taken care of properly. You lost-
“These are copyrighted.” Icarus pointed to his own wings. “I could sue you for plagiarism.” Sam lowered his head in relief as he let out a little chuckle.
“I’ll pass it on to the boss.” He said as he looked to the other side of Icarus. The boy followed the line of sight and saw Tony sitting on the other side of him. He was immediately attacked with concerned questions about how he was feeling. Tony told him that they were going to bring Icarus somewhere safe, there were going to give him a home. But all Icarus could think about was, oh my God, this is The Tony Stark.
Icarus was 16 when he started his training. He was done basically living in the hospital wing of the tower. Apparently hydra had really taken a toll on him. Physically and mentally.
He had begged the captain to train him. But Steve had refused time and time again claiming that Icarus wasn’t ready yet.
Between recovery and asking for training, he became friends with Sam. Well, he became friends with everyone. You could even say that he became their family. But it happened with Sam the fastest. Sam took care of him from the start. He visited Icarus every day to check up on him. He helped the boy get comfortable. Icarus saw Sam as a…dad?
They would fly together almost every night. They would soar over countless buildings in New-York. They would stop on skyscrapers and talk about everything and nothing. Sam became his best friend, he became his family.
Icarus was 17 when he realised how much the Avengers truly cared about him. It was his first mission, and the Avengers were acting like overbearing mother hens. It wasn’t even a big mission, it was just to pick something up and bring it from place A to B. But due an unexpected rainstorm Icarus couldn’t fly back. He arrived hours later than he should’ve had at the meeting point.
And to say he had received an ear full about it was an understatement. For the next few days after that mission, he had heard one rant to the other. It was all the same: about how he was precious, about how bad it would be to lose him because he was their family. He was their ray of sun- no scratch that- he was their sun. He was their kid.
Icarus was 18 years and 2 months old when one of his mission went seriously wrong. Sam wasn’t there to support him in the sky. And Tony was needed on the ground. But as multiple planes left to escape, he had to go after them. There weren’t only hydra agents on those plane, but also innocent hostages. Hostages that would probably get used for the same purpose Icarus had been used for.
So he couldn’t just let the planes go. He went after the plane of which he thought was filled with hostages, but was only filled with agents. He had entered the plane just before it’s backdoor had closed. He realised his mistake as he was suddenly surrounded by a dozen men with guns.
One of the men closest to him raised his gun towards him and shot. Icarus felt a sharp prick on his neck and he already knew what was going to happen. Just before he slipped into unconsciousness, he picked up the curse words his family let out on the comms.
Icarus was 18 when he was recaptured by hydra.
Hydra had claimed they had no use for him. They already had a better reproduction of him.
But that didn’t mean that we are just going to get rid of you, no stupid demon boy. We are going to have a bit of fun with you.
Icarus was 18 years and 5 months when he lost one of the most important things of his life.
He lost of one his wings. That means that he not only lost one of his limbs, but he also lost being able to fly.
He wouldn’t be able to do the thing he loved the most, he wouldn’t be able to fly anymore.
Icarus was 18 years and 8 months old when the Avengers had to save him again from hydra. But the boy they saved wasn’t the Icarus that had been captured. He was missing something –besides from the obvious; his wing.  
From the moment Icarus had returned home, everything went just a bit worse day by day. He was unhappy, of course he was. Not only had he lost his wing, but he also had a very large scar where it used to be.
He felt terrible. He would spend almost every hour buried under the safety of his blankets in his bed. He didn’t leave his room, no matter how much his family tried to get him out.
One day Bucky entered his room, he brought some tea and breakfast with him. “Good morning, little angel…” The rest he said fell on deaf ears. Icarus had buried himself under his blankets himself.
A few seconds later felt the cold rushing over him. The bed dipped beside him, Bucky sat on the blanket so that Icarus couldn’t use them to hide anymore. But it didn’t really help much as the boy just turned his back to him, his one wing currently hiding himself.
Bucky cleared his throat. “Look, I know how much this sucks. I lost my arm, I know how it feels.” Suddenly Icarus had sat up, and was now looking at him with an angry face.
“You think you know how I feel?!” Icarus pushed him off the bed. They were now both standing with Icarus pointing a furious finger at him. “You just lost your fucking arm! I didn’t just lose my wing, no I lost the thing I loved the most! I can’t fly anymore, and you know whose fault is that?” Icarus kept walking closer and Bucky kept stepping further away from the boy.
“It’s my fault! I was overtaken by my giddiness of the mission and I got distracted, I was too overconfident.” Bucky was almost in the hallway with the way he kept backing up.
“And besides, James. You got a metal arm in return. You can still do everything!” Unlike Bucky, Icarus didn’t have another wing.
And that, had given Bucky an idea.
Icarus was 18 years and 11 months when Tony had dragged him out of his wing towards his lab. He didn’t give him any choice to struggle back, he was coming whether he wanted to or not.
Tony had covered his eyes just before they entered the lab. He had made him sit on a stool. He heard a few nervous coughs, so he knew that the other were there as well.
Tony granted his sight back after a few seconds of rambling something that Icarus was too tired to listen to.
“-and we hope you will like this…”
In front of him, on a stand, was a metal wing. It was a similar size of his own. He had thought: what is the point of a monument? But then Icarus realised that what he was seeing wasn’t just a metal wing, it was also a suit. He felt a few tears roll down his cheek and immediately afterwards felt someone’s arms going around him.
“Oh, it’s alright, angel. It’s going to be alright.” They let him cry his heart out, patiently being there for him.
It was a few days later that Icarus sat in the craftsman’s lab again. Tony was securing the many straps on his new suit. He explained him the rules of the new suit, of what it could and couldn’t do. “Now, Sam will help you fly again. He knows how the metal wing work. My advice for now is to not fly too low, or too high. You don’t want to hurt yourself.”
Icarus was 19 when he was given back the thing he loved most; being able to fly. He was able to be happy again. He picked up the nightly flights with Sam again. Sometimes staying away from the Tower until 5AM. He was almost back to his normal self; he was already back to being the most energetic member of the team, and he showed how grateful he was almost every second of the day.
This night he was sitting on a building with Sam eating his pepperoni pizza.
“You know, you’re in trouble, right?” Icarus looked up at Sam with raised eyebrows.
“These are copyrighted, and you know, I could sue you.” Sam pointed at his metal wings with a small smirk.
“Copyrighted my ass, you can’t beat the original.”
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you're a mean one, mr. grinch
day two! score.
here's proof that i can draw inspiration for a story from a song that will probably leave you scratching your head. i wrote this while listening to the title song on loop for over two hours.
anyway, this is a first time for me! i've never written obito in my life, but @whatshernameis (doing her own monthly challenge, and it's super cute) and @half-baked-biscuit (check them out, they're awesome) got me thinking about him and... well, i tried. i need to invest in his character more if this is going to ever happen again.
i think that's pretty much all i have to say.
disclaimer: the plot and unnamed character only are mine to own, so if you feel inclined to sue me, fuck off and leave me alone.
song
word count: 1105
enjoy!
You swore you were going to paint the man green and cover him in fake fur so his appearance matched his attitude. Why you thought he of all people would be willing to help you, you’d never know.
“Come on!” You urged. “Obito, I have too many decorations to do it all by myself!” “And whose fault is that?” He questioned, not looking up from his phone.
“But they get cuter decorations in the stores every year, and people keep giving me homemade ones!”
“Then start tossing old ones out.”
“I’ve already tossed out everything that’s not sentimental!” You pouted.
“Have you tried alternating which years you put up which decorations?”
“That’s sacrilege,” you scoffed, crossing your arms. “Look, I’ll see if Kakashi and Rin can come help, and when this is all done, I’ll make you dinner and bake your favorite cookies. Is that enough of a bribe?”
He eyed you with a faint smile and light sigh as he stood up from his seat. “Those cookies better melt in my mouth.”
“Yes!” You cheered, throwing your arms around him. “I’ll text the others, you can decide what Christmas music we start with, and then we’ll get the boxes out. Let’s hurry and find the mistletoe. If we get it up quick, you might be able to snag a kiss with Rin!”
As soon as you released him, your thumbs were flying over your phone screen, sending a message to the other half of your close friend group. When you had done that, you looked to Obito, who was standing there, in no hurry to do anything.
“Do you have the music picked already?”
“Christmas music really isn’t my thing.”
“Great,” you grumbled. “Somebody call Dr. Seuss to let him know his Grinch is loose.”
He gave a low chuckle and playfully flicked your nose. “I think if you rhyme enough and throw in a few made up words, he’ll magically appear. You’ve already got a good start.”
You felt your cheeks warm a little and quickly turned away. “Fine, go get the boxes while I get some Christmas cheer going.”
That first hour dragged on as the two of you worked around each other.
“Are they coming or not?” He asked as the two of you set up the small, artificial tree.
“They are, but Kakashi was in the middle of doing something for his dogs, and Rin was just starting out her Christmas shopping.”
“...So they’re not coming,” he sighed, earning a gentle whack to the arm.
“Is being alone with me really so bad?”
He sent you a faint smirk. “You don’t want me to answer that.”
“Dick,” you huffed. The two of you didn’t talk as you set up the lights and tinsel. Then you were getting out the little ornaments. “Please, be extra careful with some of these. They’re old and falling apart. I haven’t figured out the safest way to repair them yet, or if they even can be.”
“Then why are you putting them out?”
“Because it wouldn’t be Christmas without the memories attached to them. Nearly every single one of these was given to me over the years by someone I greatly care for, or are attached to a special event. Like this one my grandmother bought for my very first Christmas. It’s extra special since she passed away a few years ago.”
“I remember that,” he said, watching you delicately handle the ornament of a baby sitting on a cartoonish looking reindeer, hanging by glittering gold threads from a sign that read ‘Baby’s 1st Christmas’. It was clearly at least twenty years old, with little chips in the clay, and some paint peeling away. “We didn’t know each other well then, and I thought you were the most depressing person ever, but then Rin told me.”
“Can’t blame you for that,” you spoke softly as you set the ornament in a designated place, one of the most visible spots on the tree.
The rest went up, one by one. Occasionally, he would remark on some of the crazier ones, and you’d laugh as you told him the story behind them. The last one, you had set aside, making sure it wouldn’t be bumped by the others. It was a clear glass ball that started with some sort of artistic design, but became messy and reckless when the painter got bored.
His eyes widened a bit when he saw it.
“That’s the one I did two years or something ago.”
“Yep. You let Rin drag you along with the rest of us to make our own,” you said as you placed it in a gap, perfectly completing the arrangement. “You didn’t care about it, but it broke my heart to think of you tossing it, so you gave it to me.”
“I figured you would have tossed it by now.”
“I might have, but a certain Grinch became someone I deeply care about. So it joined the ranks and will stay until I decide it’s not something I need to keep, or the Grinch in question decides he wants it back.”
He softly smiled, touched to hear you talk about him so fondly. The two of you had been friends for years, but it never got to be an intimate friendship. You’d barely grown closer in the recent few years than you had in the first month. At least, he’d thought so.
“Well, we better get that mistletoe up, if you want to get that kiss,” you said, clearing your throat of sentiment. You glanced at him, and the emotion in your eyes did something to him. The tenderness in his did something to you.
“Obito, I-” you spoke barely above a whisper, but cut off when he gently pressed his thumb to your lips and hooked a finger under your chin.
“The Grinch never cared for any Christmas traditions, so forget that stupid decoration.” Then he moved his thumb and gave you the softest kiss you’d ever received. It was the gentleness of a snowflake landing on your face, the satisfaction of a spoonful of Christmas pudding, and the warmth of a low-burning fire.
A light, content sigh followed the end.
“Still the Grinch?” He questioned with a grin.
“The Grinch was still the Grinch after he saved the Christmas he stole,” you teased. “So yeah, you are, but you’re the Grinch that everybody loves at the end of the story.”
“Everybody?”
“Yeah, everybody.”
Later that evening, as the two of you cuddled and watched the movie you’d been referencing all day, it wasn’t only the Grinch’s heart that felt like it grew three sizes.
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some thoughts about the most recent dickinson--
honestly, at this point, emily and sue have been so consistent in being constantly dramatic that my stance on their relationship is “y’all are cute but exhausting and i can’t possibly spare any emotional energy toward this.” mrs. dickinson/mr. dickinson (when he’s not being an ass) otp!!!!
like, come on, your arrangement is awesome, emisue! you live right next door to each other and can always just be like “oh, us? we’re just sister-in-law besties, joined at the hip!!!!” or as i like to call it: wild nights with emily-ing. but no. always the drama.
sue being like “wouldn’t it be great for your brother to die in the civil war so we can finally be alone” was pretty dark, girl!!!!! i’m just gonna write that off as her being sleep deprived and emotionally exhausted from having a baby and the world’s most frustrating girlfriend. (and austin.)
emily being like “I HAVE NEVER LOVED A MAN IN MY LIFE” was ben erasure, and since the ben arc is still my favorite non-mrs. dickinson, non-lavinia thing this show has ever done, i won’t stand for it
i was such an annoying pretentious sylvia plath freak in high school so that aspect of yesterday’s ep delighted me beyond WORDS (and obviously i started reciting “mad girl’s love song” along with her). chloe fineman is always so hilarious. except for maybe the scientology thing, that’s not very funny.
i find the writing of this show pretty weird -- it feels like everything’s always going in circles and the characters just say the same dialogue expressing the same sentiments in every episode. that is, i’ll allow, pretty accurate to real life and how people tend to always be grappling with the same problems, but it feels off as a narrative. i think the best ongoing storyline right now is the one with henry and the soldiers; i wish the writing for all the other storylines was as strong. it also feels like it should really be a 45-minute-long show, because i so often feel like this show starts story arcs and then just abandons them. just something about the writing is so odd to me! no episode ever really feels like a complete creation this season.
i get that the war is a good reason for lavinia to regress a little, but what happened to hot witchy single goddess lavinia from last season?? remember those vibes, girl! or at least hug a cat or something.
mr. and mrs. dickinson get stoned montage forever!!!!!
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