#GOOD JOB BOYS!!!!! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

[avsandflyboys]

First too many men penalty and it isnt against us we love to see it

#good job boys 👏🏼 #avs lb

[apollosfavkiddo]

Hi, I just read your two Jason fics and I love them. Could you write a daughter of Poseidon x Jason and maybe Percy being a overprotective brother. Thanks. Love you

⛧° jason grace x daughter of poseidon! reader hcs °⛧

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content: jason grace x daughter of poseidon! reader, platonic!percy jackson x reader

warnings:

a/n: guys, i reached 100 likes with just two posts omg you're amazing!!! so, i kinda got a few other requests waiting, but they’re TOO good to make just headcannons or to be poorly written, so they’ll take a little while longer to be posted. nothing much, tho (i hope). enjoy!

Protective is an understatement.

Percy is literally the most protective brother ever, even if you're just one year younger than him.

He feels as if he's job to protect you from everything and everyone that could possibly think about hurting you.

So when you started hanging out more with him and his friends, he couldn't have made it more clear to all of them that you were completely and totally off limits.

But did this silly little rule stop Jason to date you?

Of course it did!

My baby is just too obedient and such a rule follower... poor boy

Anyways, you had to make the first move.

Even with that, he was pretty hesitant to do anything such as holding hands in public.

In reality, he wasn't afraid of Percy, he just didn't want the other boy to get mad with him.

So, one day, you called both Percy and Jason to have a very serious conversation in the Poseidon cabin.

Percy was, as usual, completely clueless about anything, so he just babbled with Jason.

Who, by the way, was a complete mess of blushing and stuttering.

You obviously thought it as endearing, cause it really was.

"You're probably wondering why i called you here today." you said, a wicked smile on your face.

Percy was hugged with his plushie (you had matching shark plushies, Dory and Nemo) while Jason wanted to dig a hole in the floor and never come back from it.

"What's up, sis? If it's something to do with missing chocolate, i have nothing to do with it." The dark haired boy said, smiling.

Little did he knew that smile was gonna fade in three seconds.

"Me and Jason, we're dating." You said, quickly.

Percy's face fell.

"W-what?" He asked, his eyes darkening.

"We're dating. Like, boyfriend and girlfriend."

"So... you're dating Jason. Not Leo?" Percy asked.

"No, why would i date Leo-" You were cut off by a grateful sigh coming from your brother's mouth.

"Thanks the gods. As long as it's not Leo, i can handle it."

Jason turned to him for the first time, as if he wasn't even believing the words he just heard.

"Just... break her heart and i'll break your neck." Percy said with a threatening smile and patted Jason's back, leaving the cabin.

Alright, enough of the Jackson drama, back to Blond Superman.

He's the literal sweetest person alive.

He👏🏼learnt👏🏼 how 👏🏼to 👏🏼swim👏🏼 for👏🏼 ya

Bro's whipped

And he took Percy's words as his life rules

He made his best to make you happy whenever you're with him

Like, literally anytime

Once you cried next to him cause a fish didn't talk to you (it was a plastic fish, but you were on ur period, okay?)

He literally took you to the beach so you could chat and gossip with the real fishes

And you were so happy he nearly melt at that sight

That's when he knew he had fell in love with you

Romantic dates EVERY WEEK

He bribes the Demeter kids to give him your favorite flowers every once in a while

He always keeps some sort of physical touch, doesn't matter if he's holding your waist, your hands, touching pinkies

You got the point

He's just too madly in love

For him, you're the most beatiful, unique, hot, perfect, powerful, hot, smart, hot, strong, HAVE I MENTIONED HOT, person in the whole world

Literally, he would kiss your feet if you asked him to

He's glad you don't, actually

He stopped eating anything that comes from the marine animals after you got together.

Like, absolutely anything

Oh, and i've mentioned this on a previous hc, but he literally pays for absolutely ✨everything✨

Like, honey, don't even come near your wallet

Oh, and he buys you lots of gifts constantly

From plushies to books to makeup to sketch books in case you like drawing

And he's totally a languages guy

And with your ADHD and dyslexia, he helps you a lot

And you help him with maths.

Of course, he always has a nickname for you.

"Hey, mermaid?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

#postcards from leah #jason grace x reader #jason grace #jason grace x you #jason grace x y/n #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #pjo hoo toa #pjo

[2knightt]

Howdy knight in shimmering armor!! :DDD it is moi~ & I come humbly presenting my req ✨🥹

So. 👏🏼 We've heard of motherly!reader, right? And we got motherly!reader. We've heard of sister!reader, and we got sister!reader.

Now get ready forrrrr *🥁🥁🥁* daughter!reader! 🩷💫

can I get some hcs for our Sodapop with a daughter/daughter!reader? I feel like he'd be such a sweet and loving parent aaaa 😭😭 whether biological or adopted it's entirely up to you, darlin'! I just live for the sweet fluff; my brain is stuck on Darry and Pony and the rest of the Greasers as uncles akshdj it's driving me up a walllllll.

uncle/godfather (!!! 😱😭🩷) Steve—maybe her taking an interest in cars or working at the DX when she gets older?? or not and somethin' else has her best interests at heart!! but everybody loves and dotes on her endlessly still bc she's their princess UGH the potential is insanity.

Work your magic, firefly!! If it's what'chur into, I'd love to see whatcha got for me! 😚 If not, then don't worry a thing at all, m'kay? <33 Entirely up to you!

↳tell the angels no!₊˚✧

➬ sodapop curtis x daughter!reader

a/n; THERES MY FAVOURITE PERSON EVERRR!!! HIIIIII!!!! ALSO I MADE READER LIKE IN THE RANGE OF A PRETEEN..BUT I MADE IT PRETTY VAGUE ON THE AGE..SAUR.

you’re sodapop’s biological child, and he couldn’t be happier omfg.

he’s such a good dad :(.

he legit can’t say no to you so you can get away with literally anything.

you punch a kid because they were annoying you?

“aw, it’s okay. i bet she didn’t mean it.”

“your daughter punched the child 3 times in a row.”

“just like i taught her!”

you get caught stealing?

“just ask for money! or take some from uncle steve.”

if you ever tell him you have a crush on a kid, he’s telling everyone. shouting it in the streets fr.

“who is he? is he cute? is he nice? rich?”

“papa!!”

and if the gang finds out?? good luck.

“what? you’re way too young to even to be thinking about boys!”

“yeah, what uncle two-bit said!”

“guys she’s a child. let her explore.”

“shut up ponyboy, this is y/n we’re talking about.”

do NOT ask sodapop for help with any of your work.

as soon as your done with adding, it’s ponyboys problem.

each person in the gang probably has their own job or role in your life.

johnny is the uncle you go to for peace and quiet.

“johnny-uhh…let’s go to the lot!! i’m tired of this house.”

“alright, kiddo. go tell your dad where you’re going.”

johnny’s jealous that you have a better childhood than he ever had, but he’s happy that it’s you getting the best childhood you can possibly get.

ponyboy’s the one you go to for academic help, or just..help in general.

“uncle pony, what’s 12 x 2?”

“what’s 12 + 12?”

“24?”

“there’s your answer.”

two-bits the uncle you go to when you’ve had a bad day. he does ANYTHING to make you laugh.

he’ll tell you any story about anyone to make you smile with tears still in your eyes.

“w-well what about dad?”

“OH! your dad used to work at this gas station, the DX, right? and one day a guy came in to rob the place, grabbed the drinks, chocolate bars, everything and just RAN! so your father ran after him but he tripped and took the guy down with him! i swear he was the same shade as a tomato when the story came out!”

“really?”

you asked, in between laughs.

steves the uncle you go to for…literally everything.

you’re probably his favourite person so…he’s ‘round you a lot.

“uncle steve, i’m trying to go to school!”

“schools for losers.”

“uncle?!”

“but don’t drop out. drop out and i kill ya.”

darry is the one you go to for actual advice and a shoulder to lean on.

you probably call him grandpa for the laughs.

“an-and i just don’t know what to do, pa! it’s so..UGH!”

“just breath, y/n. you’re a strong young girl. you can make it, like you always do.”

dallas is the uncle you go to for actual fun.

he let’s you get away with anything and everything.

he might even be worse than your dad.

“can i have a cigarette?”

“just don’t tell anyone, kay? i ain’t tryna get the tar beatin’ outta me.”

i like to think that steve’s car work was acknowledged and he moved into a better paying job.

so if you show the slightest bit of interest into cars, he’s bringing you into work on the weekends.

“pop the hood, y/n.”

“sir yes sir!”

they’d be so loving but so annoying with you omfg.

they will barge into your room without asking.

“HEY Y/N!”

“TWO-BIT, WHAT DO YOU WANT?!”

“that’s no way to talk to your uncle.”

“so?? get out! i’m trying to play something.”

they all come into your room and drag you out to the dingo.

OMFG IMAGINE THEM PICKING YOU UP FOR SCHOOL IT’D BE SO EMBARRASSING.

sodapops driving, it’s his car, two-bit and steve are fighting across the seats, johnny and ponyboy and talking over the shouting, dallas is blasting music while darry tells everyone to behave.

all that while you stand infront of school, infront of everyone, as they shout your name out loud.

“Y/N!”

“Y/N GET IN!”

“HURRY UP PLEASE”

“i don’t know who these guys are…must be another y/n.”

“Y/N CURTIS. GET IN HERE NOW!”

“ah, shit.”

“WHAT WAS THAT, YOUNG LADY?”

“nothinguhh!!”

10/10 experience overall, would sell my first born to experience this.

may 27th, 2023. 4:41PM.

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #what do i tag for platonic fics omfg #platonic the outsiders #sodapop curtis #sodapop x reader #johnny cade x reader #dallas winston x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #steve randle x reader #darry curtis x reader #HELP??

[ygsunflower]

Under the Bridge 1x07 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 Absolutely no one has asked for this, but here’s my review: A very quality episode all around- Storytelling, cinematography, acting, all superb work in my opinion. Exactly how I imagined this episode would go after finishing the Under the Bridge book in terms of the case. Definitely stirred up the same emotions as when I was reading the book.

How I interpreted Rebecca’s “obsession” with telling Warren’s story, make sure everybody “knows his heart” seems to align with what the show’s trying to get at- Yes, Warren is a boy who’s had a quiet yet unfortunate life, but he is not Gabe. He is Rebecca. A kid who didn’t know better and did/said horrible things in the heat of the moment that had a much bigger consequene than they could possibly comprehend even afterwards.

It seems to me that Rebecca (the show character) also didn’t fully understand or maybe didn’t want to admit why she so desperately wanted and needed to tell everyone Warren’s heart- She wanted to convince or prove to “the world”- to herself really (and maybe Cam)- that she did monsterous things (bullied her brother, shouted horrible things at him) but she’s not a monster.

Again, I am not passing judgment or taking sides on the true case and real people involved in the case. I am only focusing on the characters and the show’s artistic choices to tell the story from the book. I think the show did a good job capturing the book, aka the real Rebecca’s perspective of the stories around the case, and added more-

1) When Rebecca’s dad read the draft, he brought up that in the story about Reena Virk’s case, she’s everywhere, but yet she is no where to be found in Rebecca’s book. Why is that? What is she afraid of?

2) Suman stared right into Rebecca’s eyes and said Warren saw someone who’s weaker so he did what he did. Then, questioned her if Reena looked like her, do you think he’d still do what he did?! The book in my opinion did not really touched on the racial aspect of the discussion, maybe it only implied or vaguely hinted at, but I like how the show directly point it out. I can’t quite put this into words, but I also felt that what Suman said about Warren in that moment did not see Reena as a person has a slightly different meaning from when the same statement was made during court when they tried to pin Warren for the murder.

3) Similar to the point above, I am not sure if this is intentional on the director/show-creator’s part, but I found it interesting that while the connection between Rebecca and Warren was forming, the show also established a mirror connection between Cam and Dusty 👀 I personally see it as mirroring in terms of race ethnicity but also a mirror comparison in their childhood experience aka the role they both played in the case of Gabe and Reena. Besides wanting to see them continuously showcasing the true case progress, I can’t wait to see if the show will tell us what did happen with Gabe in the last episode? We seem to know the role Dusty/Cam played in the case. We know Warren/Rebecca think they contributed 3/10 parts to Gabe/Reena’s death. We know that Kelly owed 7/10 parts to Reena’s death, then what’s the 7/10 parts to Gabe’s death?! Was it truly an accident or was there something more?

Lastly, the scene between Rebecca x Cam in the bedroom… such wonderful acting by Riley and Lily 🥲

Also, I truly see the real Rebecca shining through Riley’s Rebecca in this episode for some reason…

#under the bridge #rebecca godfrey #cam bentland #random rant #rebecca x cam

[rehfan]

Hii! I saw the imagine you did on Billy and it was *chef's kiss* absolute brilliant. 👏🏼✨ Can I get one where Billy is officially off his meds and he runs into his dumbass brother and it triggers him so much he starts crying and you don't want him to give up after how hard he's worked for keeping his mental health on check and you take care of him by comforting him, cooking for him, running him and bath and overall just telling him how much you love him, and he wants to show you that too, but he doesn't just want to say he loves you, he wants to show you with the steamiest love making you'd ever experienced and as you're at it he mentions everything he loves about you omg I'm weaaaaak

Oh Nonny, I love you. And I love Billy Knight too. (JK can kiss my anti-TERF ass, but whatevs.)

So here we go again! Enjoy!

Billy’s Petal

Word Count: 8562

Pairings: Billy Knight X Fem!Reader; Billy Knight X AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Explicit content — 18+ and over only please - minors DNI — Mental Instability, Mental Health Issues, tics, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Family Issues, confused thoughts, Hearing Voices, Low Self-Esteem, Kissing, Bathtub Sex, Hand Jobs, Showers, French Kissing, Frottage, Nipple Licking, Nipple Play, Cowgirl Position, Unprotected Sex, Sex, Dirty Talk, mention of choking, NO USE of Y/N

Tagged folks: @hazzaismyreligion / @ali-r3n / @chickensinrainboots / @hahahafucku / @silky-luxe / @capreicornrisingsstuff / @ladysteddie

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He had fallen asleep on your sofa. He didn’t mean to bother you with it, but he had had the start of a cold and felt awful and he arrived at yours so late. He didn’t want to make you sick, but he didn’t want to be on his own with a cold. So you had agreed to take him in, but he had insisted on the sofa. “So you won’t get sick too, petal.”

Petal. You loved when he called you that. You and he had been going together for a few months and he brought out all the best mothering instincts in you but he could make you blush like a schoolgirl with just that one word. You had tucked him in and kissed his damp warm head. In the morning, you had stirred him long enough to take some medicine for his cold that you had had in the house, noting that the sleep had broken his slight fever. You had encouraged him to sleep on. “Sleep’s good for you, sweet boy. Get all that you can. I’ll be back from work about five.”

He had nodded at you, smiling weakly, and murmuring a ‘thank you, lovely’ as you had left him behind. But now it was late in the day, well past the afternoon, and he awoke with a start. Whispers greeted his ears and he thought it was the neighbors. He could hear them talking and he thought he heard his name. Why were your neighbors talking about him? Perhaps they thought less of you? A young man showing up at all hours asking for entry and then not leaving until late in the day? Would they think less of you? He didn’t want them to think poorly of you just because of him. That would be awful for you. He didn’t want to be the cause of any shame for you.

He hurriedly left your flat, skipping down every other step, and out of your building, hoping they weren’t spying on him. His knuckles rubbed viciously against his nose, a tic that had never quite left him throughout his institutionalization and therapy. He was so lucky to have found you; you understood him and his mental illness. You were patience itself with him. But he couldn’t stay here at your place without you about. And he panicked at the thought of your landlord not approving of his presence there.

As he moved down the concrete, the people that passed him looked askance at him and moved out of his way. He knew he looked like hell. A man with a cold was bound to look a mess. But there was no need for them to make comments as they passed him.

“Rude,” he thought. But right, something else said. Or someone?

No matter. You keep walking. Keep her safe. Don’t need her nasty neighbors saying anything bad about her because of you. You always do bring everyone down, don’t you? Too stupid to stay out of your own way, never mind anyone else. Poor Billy. No one to love you properly, is there?

She loves you.

How? How only after a few months?

She’s too good for you. I know I know. Somewhere there’s music playing that matches her soul but it doesn’t come out of your eyes, does it? No, Billy No-Mates. Billy No One. Silly Billy.

Dad called you that. He had just been teasing, but he would. And now it stings. Now it's mean. Rough like a piece of wood uncarved. Not sanded down. Splinters are easy to get from something like that. Splinters that stick and sting and bite and bury themselves under the surface that have to be dug out with the carving knife and then there’s blood and blood and blood-

“What the fuck? Billy? Is that you?” said Jimmy. “You look good, man! Look at you!”

Billy recoiled instantly. Where was he? How far had he walked? How was his brother here? He had pointedly avoided him for almost a year now. Of all the shit times to run into his asshole brother.

Billy! He’s your brother. He takes care of you. You love your brother, don’t you?

Jimmy took him by the shoulders and shook him. His eyes narrowed. “Off your head again, eh?”

“N-no,” said Billy, his tic rubbing his nose red. He wasn’t crazy. His brother Jimmy was really here. And that spelled bad news for Billy. And also for you, if he let slip that you’ve been the one looking after him, doing his job for him, Jimmy might get angry. And Angry Jimmy was no one’s friend.

“Lost track of you, brother,” said Jimmy, “Where have you been?” Billy just shrugged, the thoughts in his head racing and colliding and mixing together, loud and distracting, they screamed at him to tell Jimmy about you and also said to never tell him about you.

Billy’s mistrust for his brother blended with his love for him. You made him so happy and were so lovely and he wanted to tell his brother the good news, but don’t! Don’t tell him anything because he will try and take her away and spoil her and poison her with awful thoughts and scare her and hurt her the same way he does to us.

“Billy,” Jimmy sing-songed his brother’s name right in his face. “I asked you where you’ve been? You wouldn’t have bought this clobber on your own, even if it is misbuttoned.” His hands went to the neck of Billy’s blue button down to fix it, but Billy batted his hands away. “Hey! I’m your brother! I’m the one supposed to look after you. Now tell me where you’ve been!”

“I can’t- I- I can’t remember,” stammered Billy. He was hugging himself and swaying back and forth.

“You remember,” accused Jimmy, “you just don’t want to tell me. What else are you not telling me, eh?”

“Leave me alone, Jimmy,” Billy said. “I- I’m doing fine on my own. I- I’ve got my own place and my own friends and Dr. Hammond, my psychiatrist, and a real job and… uh…” (don’t tell him about your lovely eyes…) “and my meds help to-“

He hadn’t taken his medication. Billy’s stomach dropped. It was sitting on the bathroom counter of his room at the halfway house he called home. When he had left for your place the night before, his only thought was to see you and get some tea and sympathy, not to plan to stay for longer than he should have. Billy moaned pitifully at the realization.

Jimmy shook him roughly again. “What? Did you get yourself a woman as well?” He was teasing, but Billy couldn’t stop himself from looking surprised. How did he know?

Jimmy blinked in surprise himself. “You’re joking? Where did you find a lass?” Jimmy shook his head and barked a laugh. “You mean you found one who could put up with you? With the way you are?” Billy looked anywhere but in his brother’s face.

Jimmy was so mean. He was always so mean. Billy decided then you would never meet him. Ever. No matter what. You were Billy’s and no one else’s. Weren’t you? Could you be?

“Never mind,” he said. “Whatever tart you’re in love with will have to get over you on her own. You’ll stay at mine. Come on.”

Your smile flashed across Billy’s mind. She’ll only be talked about by her neighbors if you go back. She’ll be worse off with you. And you’re off your meds now. You know it.

But if you do run and go to her, you’ll be safe.

Not if Jimmy follows. He’s clever. And you’re not well right now. Think, Billy! Think!

Not well? Billy didn’t feel ill. His brain was just noisy, that’s all. Noisy and crowded. Like the halfway house on the holidays: shouting down the corridors and music playing and all the conversations and the banging of cabinets and rattling of pans in the kitchen and Billy always had to stay in his room even when he was on his medicine because it always sounded like he wasn’t on his meds and there was noise noise noise like now and-

“Come on, you git!” Jimmy hooked a hand around Billy’s elbow and tried to pull him along with him.

Billy snatched his arm back and ran away in the opposite direction, Jimmy calling after him: “I’m your family, Billy! Your brother! Can’t run from family, Billy!” Crossing the street and nearly missing an oncoming car that stopped so short its breaks screeched, he ran on, the lingering sound of the car horn adding to the din in Billy’s mind. He chanced a glance backward and saw Jimmy standing where he had left him. Good. Don’t follow.

He ran to the underground and rode the Central all the way out to North Acton, deboarding the train and getting on a bus at the station around the corner. No sign of Jimmy so far, but he didn’t want to take a chance. He got off at Oxford and switched to the Victoria heading north. He had to fool Jimmy, but Jimmy was so clever. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the stares from the other passengers or that they instinctively moved away from him in the train carriage when they could.

Moving through the city, bouncing from extreme end of the underground to the other, switching back and switching back again. He walked surface streets intermittently, took buses, then back on the underground. He didn’t stop until he found himself at the restaurant you two had been to last Friday night.

Dinner service was being set and Billy caught his breath and watched, mesmerized, as the neatly dressed waitress laid out fork and knife and spoon, then pushed the glass just so and pressed the folded linen napkin into it, fanning it out.

He remembered how gorgeous you had looked on that date. How the candlelight had highlighted your features. The crisp snap of the napkin as the waiter had placed it in your lap for you and your laugh reacting to this over-the-top act of service. The way your soft hand had felt in his as you had talked while waiting for your food to arrive. The gentle way you had fed him a spoonful of your dessert.

His eyes unfocused and he saw himself in the reflection of the window.

What are you doing, Billy Knight? More to the point: what is she doing with you?

Billy’s brown hair was more disheveled than usual. His shirt fit loosely on him and Jimmy was right: it was buttoned incorrectly from the previous night when he left his room in such a hurry to get to you. He felt grubby from his running about the city. His forehead was sweaty. He needed to pee.

He walked around to the alley behind the restaurant, reached out a hand to lean against the brick wall next to the rubbish tip and relieved himself. He just finished doing up his flies when his knuckles found his nose again and rubbed viciously as the noise in his head got louder still.

If she could see you now? Acting like a mad homeless man with no self respect. You couldn’t have found a public lav?

His dad’s voice rang in his ears: Wash your hands, Billy! Silly Billy has dirty hands!

He ran from the alley and its stink of rotting food and urine. He coughed and hugged himself again. He still felt a bit ill from his head cold and idly he wondered if his fever was going to come back.

Can’t get her sick. Can’t get anyone sick. Can’t be around anyone. Got to stay away. Need to keep moving.

He crossed another street and another. Soon he was almost back to your place. How could he explain himself to you? How could he be with you ever again? He remembered the man in the window; what the hell did you see in him? Why were you with him? Jimmy was right: he was off his head.

Where did you find a lass? One who could put up with you? With the way you are?

He couldn’t be with you like this. He couldn’t be anywhere with anyone. He-

“Billy!”

Your smiling face shocked him. How perfect you were. You, in your pretty coat and lovely blouse and skirt and boots and the light in your eyes, that cute little crinkle between your brows as you came closer. Eyes that clouded with concern, muting the happiness that was there at first as you came to him and looked up into his downcast face with worry and it twisted like a knife in his gut because how could you be so beautiful and perfect and love him?

Love you? No. Not possible. Not for Billy No One.

“Honey! What are you doing out here?” you asked. It was as you feared. With all the strides he was making toward being better about taking care of himself, he had forgotten his medication. It’s a damn good thing that you stopped by his place to get some of his things and spotted his medication on the shelf above the bathroom sink. You guided him inside where it was marginally warmer than the early fall air outside. He went with you quietly enough, but his eyes never met yours.

Soothingly, you encouraged him. “That’s it, love. Just a few more stairs. Here we go.” You unlocked your door and ushered him in. You noted the unfolded blanket left askew over the sofa and the pillow on the floor. You turned to him. “Why did you leave, Billy? Can you tell me?”

How could he say? How can you look that lovely girl in the face and tell her that her neighbors may think ill of her having a bloke like him around? That she was a fool to have him in her life?

Get out and away now. Run. She’ll be all right. She’s stronger than you. Just go. She’ll get by. She probably won’t even miss you.

“Hey, pretty boy,” you called to him. “Where have you gone? I miss you.” Your words must have struck a chord with him. Brown eyes filled with unexplained sorrow met yours. Instantly, Billy burst into tears.

He collapsed on your shoulder and heaved great sobs into the crook of your neck. You let him cry, knowing that this was the safest place he could be if he was going to have an emotional breakdown, short of being back with Dr. Hammond and the other professionals at the psychiatric ward.

He took quite a few minutes, losing himself in his pain, his hands fisting the back of your coat. You clung to him in equal measure, not releasing your hold until his breath had relaxed and he loosened his grip on you first. Even then, you let go of him slowly.

“You know what I think?” You brushed his fringe out of his eyes. “I think you’ve not had your meds in a minute. Yeah? Time to take them? Do you think, Billy, love?” You dug them out of the hold-all you had brought home with you filled with Billy’s things, holding the bottle up for his inspection. He gave you a muddled look.

You huffed an embarrassed laugh. “I swung by yours and packed a few of your things. If you were going to stay at mine, I saw no sense in you having to go all the way back to your bedsit only to come back to mine - especially if you weren’t feeling well and…”

Billy watched your lips move more than he heard the words you were saying. He caught that you had gone to his place and grabbed a few of his things, including his meds. He watched the bottle jostle in your hands as you spoke to him. It added to the noise in his head and he clapped his hands over his ears, but that didn’t do much to help. It only stopped you talking.

Billy backed away from you moaning miserably. “Oh love! I’m so sorry. I’m such a chatterbox. Let’s get you some water?” You made for the kitchen, but Billy was edging toward your front door. You came behind him and held him, your front to his back, your hands wrapped around him and clinging to his chest. You pressed your cheek into him and whispered: “Come back to me, sweet boy. Please.”

“Can’t stay here,” Billy sobbed. “I can’t- You can’t be with me. You can’t!”

“Why?”

“Too good. You’re too good for me. Too lovely. Don’t deserve a man like me. A man who isn’t a man. A boy pretending to be a man. A broken boy. So broken.” He was sobbing again.

“Stop! Stop this! Billy!” You stepped around and in front of him. He immediately looked away. You watched him for a moment, wondering what was best to do. Eventually, you chose gentleness.

Softly, gingerly, you reached up and touched the side of his jaw with your fingertips. The roughness of his beard felt like heaven to you. His head was bent forward again and he was rocking slightly in his agitation. His knuckles rubbed his nose. Quietly, you whispered: “I’m so sad that you feel this way. But it’s all right. I’m not angry with you. I don’t hate you. And please, darling: you are good enough for me. You’re better than good enough. You just need a little chemical help. Now, please, enough of this.”

You slowly brought your head into his line of sight. Your voice was as light as a feather. “You are the bravest man I have ever met.” His chocolate brown eyes welled up and you kissed the tears that fell down his cheeks. The bottle was in your other hand and you opened it, quickly looking at the label to see how many to give him. You fed him the pill and walked him to the kitchen for a glass of water to wash it down.

Billy couldn’t believe his ears. How was he the bravest man? Your grandad was a fighter pilot with the RAF during WWII. Your great auntie worked at Bletchley Park during the war. But he, Billy Knight, was the bravest man you’d ever met? That couldn’t be right.

He mulled all this over while drinking the water you gave him and swallowing the medication he so badly needed.

“Now,” you said, “shall we give you a bath? Nice warm water with lots of bubbles? Yeah? Something to wash the cold away. Hm? What do you think?”

Billy nodded blankly, his mind still occupied with how you could possibly see him - that man that almost pissed on his own shoe in an alleyway not two hours ago - as brave.

The tub filled with cool water at first until the hot kicked in. You hummed to yourself contentedly, hoping that it would help to calm Billy. His agitation had you on edge and occupying yourself with this simple task was helping you be calm for him. You added the soap bubbles and watched as the scented foam rose up from the waterfall of the tap. Smoothing them out with one hand, you judged the temperature of the water to be hot but not unbearable. It still needed a few minutes to fill so you went to Billy who had perched himself on the toilet seat to watch you and brushed the back of one of your hands against his cheek

“You let me take care of you, yeah?” you whispered.

“How am I brave?” he asked. He looked so lost that it broke your heart.

“Don’t you know, sweet boy?” Billy shook his head. “Look at how far you’ve come: you have stuck with your medicine regimen. You’re seeing your therapist regularly and participating in group. You’re holding down a job and paying bills. You’ve come so very far, Billy. Honey. Don’t you see how well you’re doing?”

“Slipped up today,” he muttered, clearly on the verge of tears again.

“Because you’re human,” you explained. “You are allowed to be human.” You watched him for a moment before moving back to the taps and turning them off. You turned to him. “Did you realize about your meds? About missing a dose?”

“This afternoon. After running into Jimmy,” he said, rubbing his knuckles against his nose. His tic didn’t really appear much when he was medicated; you had only seen it when he became agitated. And he seemed most agitated now.

“Jimmy?” you asked. “Your Jimmy?” Billy didn’t answer, just rubbed at his nose even more.

You slowly pulled his hand away and reached for his shirt, a button-down blue that looked so good on him - when it was buttoned correctly. He had missed one at the top and his shirt was askew at the collar. You would have mentioned it to him and had a bit of a laugh about it if you didn’t think it would stress him out even more. Silently, you went about undressing your boyfriend.

He watched you in fascination as you undressed him with practiced ease. You were a nurse and understood about illnesses like his. You were also used to helping patients with baths and things. He felt so safe. He only hoped that Jimmy hadn’t followed him. Hadn’t seen where he had gone. He would have spoiled everything. He mustn’t find out about you. He mustn’t speak to you. You would be scared of Jimmy. He was strong. He would have tried to hurt you, spoil you. And you were so very good. So lovely and sweet. Jimmy couldn’t know about you. Ever.

Billy was rocking now, lost in his own mind. You cupped his face. “Come back to me, sweet boy.” His eyes met yours. “Can you stand for me, love?” He complied wordlessly but hugged himself and kept at his nose, the skin turning red with irritation. You smiled gently at him. “Just a few more seconds and we’ll have you in a nice warm tub.”

You were true to your word and he was obedient. Soon he was immersed in the bubbles, head resting against a rolled up towel. He lay there stiffly and he wasn’t talking to you. You brushed his hair away from his face and hummed a tune your mum used to sing when you were little and upset. Billy watched you without turning his head. You soaked a large body sponge in the water and smoothed it across his skin. Billy shuddered at it.

“No good?” you asked, removing the sponge from his chest. “Too rough?” Billy’s face reflected his answer: I’m sorry. “Oh it’s okay, Billy. You’re all right, sweetheart.” You wrung it out and cast the sponge in the vanity sink. Rising, you went to your room calling behind you, “Stay there, Billy. I’ll be right back.”

Your cousin was expecting and you had done some shopping for her baby shower. One of the gifts you had gotten was a set of washcloths for the baby. They were soft as silk and small with little pictures of spouting whales and starfish and crabs and fish on them. Dashing back to the bath, you found Billy with soapy hands over his face, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

The thoughts wouldn’t let him go. Jimmy’s sneering face. His dad’s commanding voice. Other voices from his muddled past. The whinnying of a frightened horse. The strangled girl that wasn’t a girl that he thought had been murdered. They spun and whirled in his mind.

And suddenly as you had gone, you were there again and the feel of your hand wasn’t rough, it was grounding. The cloth you were using wasn’t jarring like the sponge. It glided across his back, dipping in the warm water and coming back to sooth his skin in soft, slow circles. He turned his head to try and see what it was you were using and when you showed him. He was amused but more confused. The flannel had a pouch in it for a hand and yours was inside it and pushing it over the crest of his shoulder and down his arm.

“Better than the sponge, yeah?” you said, smiling. You moved the washcloth to his chest, his old scar stood out pink on his skin. You never asked him about it. He seemed ashamed. Maybe one day he’d tell you.You could wait.

“Yes. Much more gentle. See? Now lean back, my sweetheart. Close your eyes and try to relax. Let me take care of you.”

As if you deserve being taken care of.

You lazy boy! You can wash yourself? Are you a baby?

Baby! Baby! Billy’s a little baaaabyyy!

His tic reared its ugly head again and you reached for his wrist. “Talk to me, Billy,” you asked. Your grip on him was firm but gentle and so was the look in your eye. “I can’t read your mind, my love.”

Billy shook his head, but then met your eyes. “I- I can do it myself,” he said.

“I know that. You can do quite a lot for yourself. But you’re in a bad way right now and I’d like to help if I can. Will you let me?”

“Why do you love me?” he asked. His tone was almost accusatory. “How? How can you when I’m… so broken? When my brain won’t rest and let me be?”

“Your brain misbehaving is not your fault, Billy. Do you hear me? Not. Your. Fault.” You cupped his face and brought yours closer. Gently your lips met his cheek. “My sweet boy. You are not a burden to me. I promise you.”

His dad’s voice quieted at this. Jimmy’s was still alive and kicking.

Oi, she’s got a nice mouth, eh Billy? Think I’ll let her wrap it around my cock. What do you think of that?

Billy groaned and shook his head.

“Tell me what you imagine, Billy. Tell me what you believe to be true.”

“Jimmy can’t find you. He would h-hurt you. Can’t let him. Can’t let him. Can’t let him….” He rocked and repeated himself over and over, forcing you to hold him close, pressing your nose to his cheek and hushing him down from his cyclical thought spiral.

“Billy,” you asked carefully, “can you tell me about Jimmy?”

“My- my brother is… not nice,” he said.

You knew he had a brother. You also knew they had a rocky history. “Did you see Jimmy when you were out?” Billy nodded and he began to cry again. “Shh, my love. He can’t hurt you here. He won’t hurt me. And he won’t hurt you. The door downstairs is monitored, remember? You need a key to get in and then another key to get in the door to the flat. And then there’s all the cameras. It’s going to be okay.”

She was right. He knew she was right. Still, the thought of him out there in the city lurking around any given corner…

You kissed his cheek again and settled him back into the water. It was still warm but would be moving toward tepid soon enough. You had to get him calmed down. Would distraction work? You set the washcloth aside, stripped off quickly, and got in the bath.

If Billy was lost in his own head, he found himself again with you naked and kneeling between his legs, soap foam barely covering your nipples as you braced yourself on your hands at either side of his hips. You leaned forward and kissed him softly.

“Wow,” he managed as you mouthed along his jawline, reaching his pulse point. You dragged your teeth along the skin there before soothing it with a lick of your tongue. Billy whimpered.

The soft cloth was on your hand again and you used it to stroke his cock under the water line. Billy gasped at your touch, his member becoming even more firm in your hand. You knew that on his meds, his cock had more of a mind of its own when it came to getting hard or even staying hard, but it was having no trouble at all right now. His foreskin slipped back and forth along his tip, the cherry red head peeking at you through the bubbles. You watched him carefully, alert to any more signs of distress on his face or the return of his tic. There were none. Only contented sighs, moans, and the sound of the water between you both as you stroked him slowly.

“Love you so much, my sweet man,” you cooed at him. “Such a good boy for me. Such a fine man. You make me so happy and that’s the truth. Believe me?”

He was sex drunk and focused on you. He noticed all the little things: where the foam ended and your skin began, the flex of your arm muscles as you pumped his shaft with the cloth glove, the rock of your breasts back and forth as you moved with the stroke, your mouth as you spoke those beautiful words to him in that lush voice of yours. You were almost too good to be true, like something out of a fantasy. Where had you been all his life?

There were no voices in his head to disturb this and he half wondered if it was the pill he took or if it was you. He knew it had to be you. His meds always took at least a day to kick in and another two days before he felt balanced again. But he had learned his lesson: he wouldn’t forget again. He hated the paranoid panic he had felt all day. He hated the sick twist in his gut that stuck to him like mud. He hated the voices from his past haunting him like devils on his shoulders.

But there were no devils now. Here there was only your soothing touch and warm water lapping against the tub, your buttery words in his ears and feeling nothing but love and amazement at you. No devils here, just miracles, just heaven, just you.

You pressed another kiss to him, right on his upper throat and moved down the thick line of it to the notch at the base where you licked into the hollow there. “Feeling better now, Billy, my love?”

“Yes, thank you, petal,” he said, a lazy contented smile spread slowly on his face. “You are the best girlfriend any man could ask for. You know that?”

“Hmmm… I have some idea of how amazing I am,” you teased him. “But I plan on being even better to you. Will you let me, beautiful boy?” Slowly you kissed him again, heat spreading in your belly at the thought of him coming inside you.

“Yes,” he said, “all right.” Then with a sheepish look he added: “You know I’d do anything for you.”

You chuckled at this and drained the tub, stroking him the whole time as the water seeped away. You gripped him more firmly, driving him to his completion, your eyes on his as his breath stuttered and his hips bucked against the sweet friction you were providing. There was no way you were giving your cousin these washcloths now. Not anymore. Not since his thick white ropes of cum joined the soapy mess on his body, splattering his stomach.

Billy shivered. Not just because of the absence of the water, but with the remnants of the orgasm leaving his body, culminating in his release. He muttered your name like a mantra as he came down, delirious with the sensation. He didn’t notice you stand to pull the shower curtain shut or to turn the hot water back on, flicking the lever that re-directed the water to the shower head above. He was only able to refocus when he perceived you standing above him, arms raised facing him, head knocked back, eyes closed, your hands carding through your hair as the water soaked your body down. Rivulets of water cascaded off your breasts, down your belly, along your sex, down your legs and once again, Billy thought he had died and gone to heaven. You were perfect.

You met his gaze smiling. Your hand was out to him. “Come to me, lovely man. Come and hold me.”

He stood. Billy had the capacity for a look of amazement that always left you breathless. He wore it now. You turned yourselves until the water was coming at your bodies from the side. Soon all his spend was washed away in the spray and you embraced him in a slow kiss that stoked the fire in your belly. You wanted more. You wanted him in every way. The warm line of him was so strong against you, his arms wound their way around your torso: one high, one low. You cupped his face and lost yourself in the taste of him, the velvet of his tongue sliding against yours, warm, wet.

Billy could scarcely believe that you were his. Despite all the evil noises in his head, they were wrong because you had said so. They were wrong because you were taking care of him. You were thoughtful and kind to him. You’d proven that by getting his meds to him, by thinking of them in the first place. Those noises and voices were liars. You had proven them liars because here you were, giving him gentle soft pleasures and keeping him warm and pressing your naked body to his, wanting his kiss and his touch, wanting him to pleasure you back.

They were wrong and they were liars and you were the only truth he needed.

“I love you so very much,” he said, and when he said your name, it was with reverence as though you were his only object of worship, the only goddess he would need.

You reached down for the shampoo and tucked his head under the spray. “Put your forehead to my shoulder, sweet boy.” He did as you asked and you applied shampoo to his hair, massaging slowly with practiced fingertips. He tilted his head back obligingly when told so that you could rinse it out and then apply the conditioner. He hummed against your skin and you closed your eyes, lost in the feeling of caring for your boyfriend.

As soon as you rinsed the conditioner out, you kissed under the shower until the hot water ran thin. Giggling and shivering, you ushered him out of the tub and into warm towels and robes - one for each of you.

“Why do you have two robes?” Billy had asked.

“I bought them a long time ago on sale - two for one,” you answered, donning your own and tightening the belt. The material was soft and absorbent and you felt instantly cozier with it on. “I had thought to get one for me and one for the fella I was dating at the time, but things fell through before the holidays came, and well… Now I have two: one to use while the other’s in the wash.”

Billy accepted this with a silent nod. “Why did he leave you?” he asked. “You’re perfect.”

His simple words struck your soul. You smiled sadly. “He didn’t appreciate me like you do, Billy.” You kissed him on the cheek. “Come on, love. Let’s get your hair dry and you in bed.”

“But my cold?”

“I have been kissing you this whole time, Billy. If I get sick, I get sick,” you shrugged. “It’s only a cold.”

Billy smiled. “I suppose then I’ll get to take care of you.”

Laughing, you said, ”Fair enough, Billy. Fair enough.” You held your hand out and ushered him to your vanity in your bedroom. After a few minutes of work with a hair brush and hair dryer, you had his hair taken care of. The holdall you had brought back provided him with sweatpants and a clean t-shirt. He donned both and got in your bed, wrapping himself up like a burrito with the duvet, head poking out as he watched you finish drying your hair and getting into your nighttime clothes.

You sat on the edge of the bed and brushed his hair out of his face with one hand. “Shall I make you dinner? Are you hungry?”

His knuckles went to his nose. He had neglected so much about taking care of himself. “I am hungry,” he admitted. “I’m sorry. I’d forgotten lunch.”

“Shh,” you said, kissing his forehead softly, “you rest here and I’ll go put something together. I think I’ve got a steak pie that will take just a few minutes to heat up. And some potato mash? Maybe some leftover string beans, you know how I do them?”

“With the sliced almonds? Yes, please,” he said smiling.

“Good. I’ll reheat those and we’ll feast a little. Then you can have some more cold medicine and you can rest. I bought you some. It’s the kind that shouldn’t react with anything you’re currently taking, but will help with any chest or nasal congestion.”

“Okay,” he said. “You’re the nurse.”

“That I am, young man,” you said, “and nurse’s orders are for you to stay in bed and sleep if you can. I’ll be back in a few minutes, we’ll eat, you’ll have your medicine, and we’ll watch a movie on telly until you fall asleep. Sound like a plan?”

Billy nodded and you went about the business of taking care of your boyfriend.

After the dinner, the medicine, and the movie, you lay there in the dark watching his eyelids get heavy. “Feeling any better, sweetheart?”

“Much,” he replied. “Still don’t want Jimmy to find out about you. I don’t want him to hurt you.”

“How do you think he would hurt me?”

“He would grab you and… hurt. Because you’re a girl. You know. That way.”

“I see,” you said, concern growing in your heart. “Has he done that before? To another girl?”

Billy shook his head. “Not that I ever saw, but he’s always rough with me and really careless and crude about women, so I think he could - but I don’t know if he has.” An apologetic look was on his face. “I’m just scared.”

“He sounds like someone to be scared of, Billy,” you agreed. “But let’s not worry about him tonight. The downstairs door is locked. Our flat door is locked. He’s not getting in tonight, okay?”

There was a long pause before Billy said something so quietly, you had to ask him to repeat it even though your faces were inches apart. He repeated: “Our flat?”

“Did I say ‘our’?” you asked. He nodded. “Well… I suppose it could be. We’ve been together for a few months now. My place is much safer than your halfway house bedsit. And with your help financially on rent, we could do more things together. Would you like to move in?”

Despite the dark shadows of the room, you could see Billy’s eyes go wide. “Really?”

“Of course, sweet boy,” you said. The back of your right hand caressed his right cheek. Your lips met his. “You can stay here.” You kissed him again. “You can share my bed.” Another kiss was pressed to his lips. “I want you to call this home, if you want to.” Your tongue licked his bottom lip. “And I want you to call my body yours.”

Billy gasped for air. This had to be a dream. As if to prove to himself that it wasn’t, his lips crashed into yours, his right hand cupping your left cheek, holding you steady as he tilted his head and deepened it, tongue lapping against yours greedily.

As your mouth opened to welcome his, you moaned. He managed only a moment of passionate kissing before you rolled yourself on top of him and straddled his waist. The boy shorts and tank shirt you wore to bed were thin and not only were you practically soaking from his kiss, your nipples were hard and erect, the shape of them poking through the material in the moonlight coming through the window. Instantly, his hands were cupping your breasts over the material, squeezing the flesh there and holding them up.

“Sit up a bit, love,” you encouraged and helped him by stuffing all the bed’s pillows behind him.

Settling back, you looked down and saw his bulge straining against the sweatpants. With a small adjustment to your hips, his cock was positioned right along your gash, both of you whining with the contact. You tilted your head back and enjoyed the feel of the hardness of him right where it mattered most.

“M-may I?” he asked. He tugged at the bottom of your shirt and you stripped it off of yourself, your tits giggling with the motion. Instantly, his hot mouth was against your right nipple, his hand at the other, teasing the hard pebble of it. You ground against his hardness in a slow undulation, hoping to stretch out the feel of all of this before you lost your mind completely to your orgasm.

“You feel so damn good, my Billy. My sweet man,” you cooed. And he did. He was so fucking thick and hard, you knew it was going to take some work getting him in, but you also suspected that you were going to be so wet by the time that moment came about, everything was going to be just fine. You closed your eyes and imagined his moment of entry. Jesus fuck, it was going to be good.

He pulled off of your nipple and massaged it with his fingertips. At the absence of his mouth on you at all, you opened your eyes to find him staring at you. “What is it, love?” you asked as you brushed his hair back soothingly.

“How are you real?”

You smiled, taking his mouth once more. “I’m very real. And all yours, you brave man. Now please, Billy. I want to come all over this cock of yours. Will you let me?”

“Yes, petal.” You stripped him of his shirt and kissed him again, luxuriating in the feel of your skin against his for one more moment before moving down his body to help him take his sweatpants off.

There had been times when you took Billy’s breath away. The day you met, your hat had blown off in a strong gust of wind and you laughed, delighted when he returned it to you; your first date: the green dress you wore that flattered you so; the first time you made love: as awkward as he was, you took everything in stride and were so patient and understanding; and now, you above him, after everything that’s happened, after all his tears, you were gentle and loving, adoring and caring, and completely desirable, drawing down his pants carefully, your eyes alight at the reveal of his body, your touch tender and sensual, a woman in love - and most unbelievably, a woman in love with Billy Knight.

Casting aside the rest of your clothes, you spread your slick onto his tip and aligned him with your entrance. The stretch was slow with only a slight burn accompanying it. But you knew the best part of him entering you was yet to come: that satisfying moment when his head entered you completely and the rest was sliding down his shaft until you were seated on him thoroughly. You waited for your body to adjust, kissing down Billy’s neck and listening to his whimpers and stuttering breathing. “Gonna fill me up, Billy. Going to make me so full it’ll make me cry. Aren’t you?”

“W- want to, petal,” he said. He scattered light kisses along your shoulder and kneaded your breasts. “Want to be good to you.”

“You are good, Billy. Such a good boy. Always my good boy.” One more press against him and there it was. His head entered you and you let out a moan to match Billy’s.

“Warm… so warm,” mumbled Billy.

“Mmm… and you are so thick. God damn, Billy.” You arched backward pressing even further down on his length, drawing back out and settling yourself again. Billy hissed with the motion. “Oh, my sweet boy likes that? Huh? Shall we do it again?” Billy nodded so rapidly it was almost comical. You smiled, drawing off of him and back on again, moving him deeper inside you and sighing contentedly at the feeling. You worked him into you that way over and over, deeper and deeper, until you were pressed up against his thatch of light brown hair, rocking against it, your clit seeking friction against his pubic hair.

More than anything, Billy wanted to be a good lover to you. He was fascinated by your facial expressions, you were so open. You never held back on him, so he felt the urge to be honest with you. He was scared that he would say something wrong, of course, but so far he never had. Should he say what was on his mind now, here, in this moment just as you were gently riding his cock and pressing kisses to his face?

He threw caution to the wind and said, “You’re such a good woman. A good girl. You take my cock so well.” Inwardly, he flinched at the smutty words he was using, but your eyes lit up. Pleased, he continued to let you know how he felt. “Can’t wait to watch you come.” You clenched around him at that. “Fuck! I need… I need…”

Heat spread in your belly at his words. “What do you need, love?”

“I need your nipples in my mouth. Always think about sucking on them. Ever since the first time. Want to lie in your arms and just suck on them. They’re so pretty. You’re so pretty.”

You cupped one of your breasts and guided it toward his face. “Go on, baby. Want to feel your hot mouth on me.”

He pressed his mouth to you, his eyes closing with utter bliss. His lips were so perfect, his tongue warm and soft. He truly was suckling like a child and you found your hips echoing the rhythm that he was setting. You hummed contentedly, your cunt so full of him and his hands roving over your back. His fingertips left chills in their wake. You kissed his temple and indulged in running your fingers through his hair.

He murmured against your skin: “Love your eyes, you mouth, your skin. You’re so warm, love. You feel so good around my cock.” He looked you in the face. “Always want to see you like this. You care so much about me and I can’t get my head around it. It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. And mine, yeah? All mine.”

“All yours, Billy,” you said, “for always.” He kissed you. Your lapping at his tongue caused Billy to whimper.

A slow heat built up between you both and you increased your press-and-pull and Billy moaned when you clenched around him reflexively as you rode him, thighs burning, chest heaving, stuttered little whimpers leaving your body unbidden as you felt everything all at once.

His hands gripped into your flesh as his climax built. You wanted him to do more. Wanted him to hurt you sweetly, press delicious pain into you, mark you up, show his brute strength to you. It was too early in your relationship, but you promised yourself you would show him how to hold your throat as you made love. You needed that from him. He was always so docile, you wanted a bit of rage, to see fire in his eyes. But that would keep. For now, his slow sensuality was enough.

His mouth was on your other nipple now and he keened at the feel of you on him, slick and warm, squeezing him just right. He dug his fingers into your hips, bucking up to meet you, hearing the squelch of you both coming together and pulling apart, knowing that your orgasms were going to make one hell of a mess. Ordinarily, he would feel awful about that, but he was too busy watching your face as you bounced on his cock, his mouth hanging open, tongue out, catching your nipple on it with each pass. His balls tightened and he knew he was close.

“So beautiful,” he murmured. “Fuck me so well. Come on, petal. That’s it. Ride my cock hard. You feel so good.”

You were beyond speech at this moment, but his words hit you square in the cunt. Your cry startled you both and you rode the crest of your orgasm to its conclusion with breathy pants spattered with his name and the odd curse word. Your body thrilled with a delicious ache when you finished, but Billy only needed a moment more. You pushed yourself to let him finish, watching him and encouraging him with sweet words, the slick of your cum leaking out of your pussy and all over his cock and balls, increasing the glide of him in and out of you.

Overstimulation threatened as his cock slammed into that sweet spot inside you. Still, you rode him, filthy words spilling from you: “My sweet boy. Come for me. You know you want to. Feel how wet I am. That mess dripping down your balls? You did that. You’ve done all of this. This is all for you, my love. My brave man. Wonderful man.” You leaned in closely to him, your mouths breathing each other’s air. “Fuck me, Billy. Fill me up with your cum. Need it, baby.” Your final whining ‘please’ was what broke him.

His hips pushed up violently into you, fingers digging even deeper into your flesh. He cried your name over and over with each thrust. He collapsed deeply against the pillows behind him and you fell forward, burying your face in his neck. He wrapped his arms about you, holding you to him.

“So good to me,” he whispered into the shell of your ear as he felt both of your fluids leak out of you and along his shaft and sack. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Please don’t ever leave. Need you. Sorry, but I do.”

“I have no plans to go anywhere, Billy.” You lifted your head to look him in his beautiful brown eyes. “And don’t be sorry. You’re worth it. You’re worth everything.” You sealed your words on his mouth with another kiss.

Burying your nose in the crook of his neck, you felt his cock soften inside you. His warm hands caressed your back running up and down your skin. Fireworks shot from your clit down your legs in intermittent explosions of electricity. You wondered idly if that happened to him too post-orgasm. Pressing another kiss to the side of his neck, you hummed contentedly. “Happy, my lovely Billy?”

“Oh yes,” and you heard him whisper: “My petal. My lovely lovely petal.”

You could stand to hear that word for the rest of your life.

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Bad Batch Season 3 Episode 9 Watch Thoughts

spoilers (duh)

Ahh Crosshair helping and getting thanked, I'm so soft.

They're brothers being brothers again, I'm going to cry.

Batcher I stg why are you letting her go in there??

VENTRESS!!!!

I noticed when the batch are standing together, there's still a space between Crosshair and Hunter. maybe symbolic of the space still between them (?) but I think this is somewhat resolved, even ouchier is I'm pretty sure that's where Tech usually stood. (apologies for bad quality)

Ahh! so that was Fennec's contact (why'd they frame it so spoopy last ep?)

Way to go Omega, good job keeping the front up 😂

Mother is confirming my personal theory! M-count gives you potential but you still need to be trained to be a Jedi (high m-count + no training = not necessarily Jedi, lower m-count + training = Jedi)

Ah! she said the line from the trailer!

Although I believe Ventress is genuinely testing Omega, I think she came up with this "test" just to troll a little

Wrecker I swear, thanks for the encouragement but babes 😂

Ventress is so hot

That jaw grab got me a lil 🥵

Tech mention I'm crying. And Crosshair holding Tech's datapad

Separatist Assassin, wouldn't it be in the files that she was a Sith or is that still a secret?

Oh this second test is just to get rid of her, she had to be trolling a little with the first.

That space between Hunter and Crosshair is still there (?)

"There's a Weeping Myre Tree." Jen, you did us so dirty with that tweet.... you had me sweating. She's just having fun watching up burn at this point. 😡

Stern Wrecker has me 😫

Oop- the way she snatched their weapons

Ahhh watching the boys fight as a cohesive team just makes me soft

Damn the way she just slapped Wrecker, poor baby

Crosshair's yell I'm dead

Her legs around his neck me too girl (and her little heel stomp was just like "stay")

I love our boys and they are very capable fighters, but it's so obvious Ventress was pulling her punches

Gah damn, the way she copied Hunter's 'grip the blade and throw' technique

Cross with his rifle, but is his hand any better?

Ohh the little foot flip and toss 🥵

"We're not big on following orders" He said it!!

YELLOW BLADE!!! And it's the same hilt as her red sabers! (a- did she lose a saber? b- did she get a new kyber crystal?)

Ayoo miss why you choking Wrecker?? (for the dramatic scene when Omega reenters?)

Crosshair just laying ragdolled on the ground... sweetheart I'm so sorry 😂

"We were pawned in the same war, and we all lost." MOTHER 👏🏼 IS 👏🏼 SPITTING👏🏼 FACTS 👏🏼

Why is she being so vague? Does Ventress not know that Palpatine is Sidious? I feel like she would know especially now since Emperor Palpatine looks and sounds exactly like the weird guy in the robe that used to boss Dooku around.

Damn she laid our boys out

"We do" So why not just drop the "S" word and call her a Sith? I know squad 99 didn't work with Jedi regularly, but they were under Cody's jurisdiction, and they had to have heard the word before (whether from Obi-wan himself, or in debriefings, or even war stories passed through the barracks)

"We were just getting warmed up" Wrecker, I love you but PLEASE, she got y'all good 😂

Omega's little hand wave at "people can change" I don't think it was in Crosshair's direction, but it was framed like it was

Op- she gagged Crosshair with that. 🫢

Isit just me or does Ventress' shoulder plate look like the slillouette of a B1 battle droid?

Ventress being Omega's teacher would be oh so good (and Obi-wan would tease the shit out of her for it)

Omega automatically did the hand thing and I don't think she's ever seen a force-sensitive doing that. Natural instinct?

Oop- spotted. Ventress' little glare at Wrecker through the scopes I'm dead 😂

"This is different than being a soldier." YES MA'AM

I know Omega is frustrated here and people may bash her for being 'whiny' but I honestly appreciate the writers letting us see her in a more child-like frustration.

I honestly love that Ventress has seen both the light and dark side of the force and now has come into her own. She's almost looked relieved that she was able to call the creatures to her, kind of like an "I'm still worthy moment."

"Did you summon that?" "Not intentionally."

Ventress with her hair wet and slicked back oml

Crosshair co-piloting!!

Omega with wet hair! (NOW GIVE US HUNTER)

Okay my theory about the kraken, Ventress called it's food source, so it followed, but then it got curious about their boat. It wasn't trying to attack them, it was bumping their boat because it was trying to figure out what they were. Then Ventress cut off a tentacle (yes to rescue Omega, but I think the creature was just exploring) That spooked it, then the Marauder swings in and starts shooting at it. When the Marauder flies off, a tentacle kind of flicks in a 'yeah get out of here' kind of way. It doesn't immediately eat Ventress when it has her (does it even eat humans?), it brings her close to it's face to investigate and she takes her time channeling the Force. The animators specifically focus on the creature's eyes and the changes in it (pupils dilating). To me, it seemed like Ventress was communicating with it like "I'm sorry we startled you, we mean you no harm." Then the creature sets Ventress down so gently (it doesn't drop her) and goes on it's merry way.

Crosshair is the one on the ramp to get Omega!!!

Ahh! he reaches out to help Ventress too. He offered her his hand and she took it!! 🥰

I'm surprised we didn't get a comment from Ventress about Batcher.

Wrecker being the big brother we all need and taking Omega off to eat after a long day just makes my heart so warm.

The way Hunter and Crosshair are both standing with a hip popped is killing me. (again, sorry for bad quality) 😂

"You're lying" So perceptive, Crosshair.

Ventress is so smart and she sees how much the Batch cares about Omega, hence why she lied. AND Hunter and Crosshair know Ventress is right that if they acknowledge Omega is Force-sensitive, that means she goes away and they're not ready for that.

Her warning is so foreboding... (A Harbringer?) Next week is a double feature and I think that's when we'll get the Empire over Pabu.

Crosshair is so attentive to Ventress, I'm already shipping them (don't get me wrong, I'd fight Ventress for Crosshair, but they seem like they'd be a good match in-universe)

"I've got a few lives left." She's so cat. Just like Crosshair.

Hunter x Fennec // Crosshair x Ventress (I'm already thinking about my two batch husbands and their grumpy in-cannon girlfriends that want nothing to do with them)

"I've got a few lives left." Ugh she's so cat, just like Crosshair.

AHHH!!! This episode was so good. We got to see our boys fighting again as a unit. We got to see Ventress (which, during clone wars she was always just a 'mech' character for me. Didn't love her, didn't hate her, but this episode solidified her on my favs list. Her line of "We were pawned in the same war and we all lost." Just DAMN she hit the nail on the head and I don't even know she knows she did. If you made it through this entire post, scrolling back I didn't realize how insanely long it is, thank you!! 💕

#TBBspoilers #tbb s3 spoilers #tbb season 3 spoilers #tbb season three spoilers #the bad batch s3 spoilers #the bad batch season 3 spoilers #the bad batch season three spoilers #bad batch s3 spoilers #bad batch season 3 spoilers #bad batch season three spoilers #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #bad batch spoilers #tbb season 3 #tbb season three #the bad batch season 3 #the bad batch season three #bad batch season 3 #bad batch season three

[depresseddisasterqueer]

👏🏼communication👏🏼is👏🏼the👏🏼key👏🏼to👏🏼any👏🏼relationship👏🏼

good job boys for figuring it out

#love victor spoilers #love victor #venji #team venji #tell me i’m wrong i dare you #venji is endgame #live posting

[curiositykilledthecas]

Crash Course: Phoenix Wright: AA main characters

Phoenix Wright: Hedgehog-haired dweeb who makes terrible puns. Cannot drive a car. The luckiest little shit on planet earth. Professional desk slammer and finger-pointer. Werk 👏🏼 that 👏🏼 smirk 👏🏼 boy, yaaaaaas. Edgeworth's husband. Maya's big brother.

Miles Edgeworth: Pinky out, sippin'. Tea tastes sweeter to the sound of Phoenix's howls of frustration as his husband falls into yet ANOTHER of his perfectly constructed traps. Always composed (dom), always classy (aftercare), a l m o s t as sexy as he is broody. Secret soft spot for Maya.

Mia Fey: Boobs... Appears randomly and without warning. Shape shifter? Boobs. "You're not thinking, Wright!" *Tells you something that is very obviously a clue because the text is now pretty colors, but it's either some blindingly obvious shit you already BEEN knew before the start of the case, or absolutely useless info that does NOTHING for you because it's couched in 40 fuckin layers of subtlety. There is no in-between. These hints are never helpful. Ever.*

Larry Butz: Stinky rat boy. Dumb. A walking (staggering) human disaster. Endearing in the worst way. Childhood friend of Phoenix and Edgeworth... If you can call it that. More like an acquaintance that you know everything about. Has had many girlfriends. Has never had sex in his life.

Maya Fey: Chaos Gremlin. Hamburgers. Touch ALL THE THINGS. Soft gorl. Killer outfit. *spooky ghost noises* Calls Phoenix "Nick." Too precious for this world. Loves the rivalry between Phoenix and Edgeworth... A lot. "Why do they let you in here? You are literally a child." "SHUT UP, NICK." Phoenix's little sister (Spiritually)

Detective Dick Gumshoe: A doofy puppy. A good boy. Very loyal to Edgeworth because he is a very good doggy who deserves all the pets. I cannot stress this enough okay he is literally a fuckin human Labrador. Brain OS is Windows Vista running half a gig of RAM, powered by a potato battery. Everybody better stop being mean to him right now or I WILL cry.

Judge: Believes anything anybody tells him all the time. Should not be a justice of the peace. A complete and total pushover. Physically cannot leave his chair in the courtroom because he lives there. Proba- No, definitely into BDSM. Simps for prosecutors and probably tries to bribe them with $20 to let him suck them off under their desks. Seriously who gave him this job??

Manfred von Karma: Beethoven's asshole ghost. Eats the happiness of nearby humans and shits gold leaf. Has never sat down because he can't bear to be beneath anybody else. Snaps that break the sound barrier. Will disintegrate if his skin comes into contact with the pure tears of a unicorn. "Stop making that face." "But this is just how I look." "I know. Stop."

Lotta Hart: SCREAMING. From The South™. Sometimes cute. Other times SCREAMING. Hair! "Not" White! Power pose. Camera. Action, y'all! The South™. Doesn't do shit for free and I fucks with that honestly

#pwaa #Phoenix Wright #wrightworth #vg #mine

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

Hmm. Okay so I don’t know if I’m a confused idiot or a genius but, after finding out the two rings are bonded to each other I went back and read this part in chapter 21

“I know,” Plagg said gently. “But Adrien…you must know how dangerous it is. Put too many cracks in the glass, and it’ll break.”

Once, Adrien had believed that would solve everything. But he knew better now. Things were never that easy.

One thing that has confused me through this whole story is why Adrien hasn’t yet killed himself. He seemed suicidal in the past and it seemed like the best solution he would think of. So that last line ‘things were never that easy’ got me thinking he must have realised there would be some unwanted consequences if he did kill himself.

So now, I’m not sure if this is the genius or idiotic part, but does the bond mean that if Adrien kills himself then that would break his amok which would in turn break Felix’s and kill him too? Is that the reason Adrien hasn’t killed himself all these years, because he knew it would cost Felix his life too? In which case, oh. My soft little boy.

But also, then does that mean that what Adrien is doing right now - the way he keeps risking his life to break the bond as much as he can- is also risking Felix’s life too? That if Adrien goes too far, he’d end up killing both himself and Felix? And they both know this?

LOL ngl if that’s true I’d find it both darkly hilarious and really sweet, as well as a huge character development on both sides. I’ve always thought Adrien and Felix were a bit too blatant of a dichotomy between good and evil so I’d love this development because this way I feel they would finally balance each other: Adrien finally becomes ruthless enough to risk Felix’s life for his own self-interests (which, Adrien being Adrien, is protecting his friends) and Felix finally becomes selfless enough to stand aside and let him do just that (albeit, Felix being Felix, researching alternatives methods for survival too).

you're not a confused idiot! anon, you're so insightful!

👏🏼 very good job finding that excerpt from chapter 21! although i laughed a little at how confused you were at "why adrien hasn't killed himself yet" i am VERY pleased to see you've realized the unintended consequences.

yes. if adrien goes, felix goes too.

adrien's trying to be careful as he uses cataclysm to resist. he knows very well he could break his amok, and therefore felix's. he's been trying to hide it from felix so felix won't freak out on him, but too late lol. there's nothing they can really hide from each other.

so happy you noticed how i'm positioning the boys in their development :_) felix is indeed encouraging adrien to be self-interested to earn his freedom, and adrien pushes felix to be selfLESS in, well, basically everything. and it's working!!!!

thank you for this ask anon. you're a genius you are.

#odnlb #one does not love breathing #odnlb analysis #felix graham de vanily #adrien agreste #sentifelix #sentiadrien

[tasteofdeathao3]

👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

You’ve spoiled us with those headcannons 😩

Izzy‘s such a sour patch kid on the ship , enough of a fuss bucket to irk the crew a bit but his sweet moments make up for it .

I love the fact that Ed‘s such a pro at taking care of him and more relaxed with his methods while Stede pushes(?) Izzy into trying new things. Like yes it’s fine for him to have his safe foods but it wouldn’t hurt for him to experience new things aswell. Same with Izzy going non verbal! Ed‘s fine with filling in blanks and following pointed instructions while stede‘s the one pushing for him to communicate , be it sign or a whisper .

aww ty ty <3

fr though Izzy is such a sweet'n'sour kiddo, one moment he can be so sweet and timid and the next he's kicking and stomping because someone borrowed a toy from his game! the tinies usually aren't too worried about playing with Izzy, mostly forgetting about his cranky side until it comes about, but the carers in the room are always vigilant, especially when they know Izzy refused a nap or didn't want to eat his lunch lol (they all still find him desperately cute).

Ed is kind of a pro at taking care of him, mostly because he's known Izzy for that long and has dealt with his tiny side quite a few times (though he didn't do the best job back then, and is still learning now). He's witnessed a lot of the things that still bother Izzy, like food insecurity, fear of abandonment, need for schedules and fear of change, and is absolutely delighted that when Izzy's small he can help make that go away - so you'd usually catch him giving in to Izzy's food demands far before Stede.

Stede, however, is really concerned about Izzy's eating habits! of course, it's fine and good to have safe foods, but Izzy has trouble eating to the point where he isn't eating much at all, which Stede cannot have. Ed will let him have his sliced plain bread for every meal, but Stede will sit with him and get him to eat at least half the plate of curry & rice that Roach made for them before he'll give in. So far it's succeeded in giving Izzy some other food that he knows he can enjoy, and is teaching him that it's okay to eat more than your allotted rations on The Revenge.

and yes yes!!!! when Izzy goes nonverbal, which is quite often, Ed is well experienced in his specific type of sign language, easily able to distinguish what he means within a few moments (much to Stede's bewilderment, who is struggling to understand half of the thing's Izzy's saying, much to the boy's annoyance). He's cool with Izzy pointing at things and poking at his cheeks and mouth to convey what he's trying to say, or even just reading his general body language to see what he needs, if he's feeling sleepy or hungry or overwhelmed. Stede, who is trying is damndest and still failing, is trying to encourage Izzy to communicate more. They're still unsure if Izzy's going nonverbal because he's comfortable and happy or because he's feeling vulnerable and scared, so Stede is really working on making Izzy at least try to communicate clearly, with a clear set of signs (closer to sign language than the ridiculous shapes Izzy tries to make with his hands normally), or even a super quiet whisper into Stede's ear.

They're complete opposites when it comes to everything else though lol. Stede will coddle Izzy and let him whine and moan through bath time and bedtime, let him fall asleep whenever he wants, while Ed will just pick Izzy up under the arms and sling him away if he's getting pissy for no good reason. Ed is definitely the no nonsense parent between the two of them, the bad cop, though to everyone else's standards he's still a huge softie.

#fr though he's such a grump but I love him #fandom agere #sfw #agere #age regression #izzy hands #ofmd

[nattinatalia]

That Insta AU…..OH MY GOODNESS IM READY 4 THIS FIC. But here’s some of my favorite comments:

newman I’ve been in Adrian’s life more than you have, so chill with the fake hurt. Immediately I LOVEEE THIS NEW MAN 😭

user tea. Where were you?

newman I took the picture This was under a pic of her saying ANOTHER MAN can be her baby daddy 💀 tell me y’all don’t like this man! Like Jack who?

hisnewgirlname 😍😍😍 They can never be you baby. They can try though. This delusional ass bitch, who gon tell her JACK DOESN’T WANT HER DESPERATE ASS!!

hisnewgirlname Best daddy ever!!!! Can’t wait for you to be like this with our babies. Really Bitch…..😐

yourbestiename You need to mind YOUR business and do your job as manager, nothing else. Stop being so obsessed with him, he’s not going to date u. TELL HER!! PUT THAT N**LAM BITCH IN HER PLACE 🗣️

yourusername I forgot to post these last month, but throwback to Thanksgiving with the Rivera’s ❤️ going into two years with my man, and my baby boy’s birthday is in a few weeks. Life is perfect 🙏🏻 what I’m hearing is that new man ain’t so new 👀 like Jack ANOTHER MAN RAISED YO CHILD!!

jackharlow I don’t even be claiming them. I want to claim you though 🤪🤪🤪 my man is willing to risk his obsessed ass manger and his groupie ass girlfriend 😭

jackharlow I’ll follow that ass anywhere 😇 🤪 THE BOLDNESS OF HIM RN, I cant 💀 like JACKMAN what has gotten into u 🙈

hisnewgirlname YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP. I have your location on Jack. He obviously DOES. NOT. GIVE. A. FUCK. MOVE ON GROUPIE ASS HOE 🙄

blancaa Jack and his entire little circle talk so much mierda when it comes to the way my cousin raises Adrian. But his circle doesn’t question why it took Jack almost 3 years to come looking for his son. All of you love to act hurt or get mad that my cousin is doing better without Jack, she has a wonderful man and a beautiful baby boy, her life is perfect. I’ll be damned if I let any of you losers ruin it for her. Like my cousin said, enough talking, PULL THE FUCK UP!!!!!! I SEE NO FUCKING LIE!! My girl Blanca always speaking facts 🤷🏽‍♀️

druski2funnny 🍿 I’m just here for the shit show. Can y’all just fight already!!? He is messyyy as fuck 😭 and I love it..

YOU MADE MY NIGHT!!!!!!!

😭😭😭

All of this 😂👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

New man isn’t really that new. He’s been around since DAY ONE!!!!!!! we can’t say that about Jack 🙄

Also, he was cheering her on when she took that picture with bad bunny 🤪 win man for sure!!!!!!!! He’s not going anywhere!!!!!!!

Jack, new girl & Neelam might get jumped soon!!! At this rate they all need a good ass whooping!!!!!

#awhore4moree

[moononastring]

the moment we've all been waiting for has come: i got my official offer letter from HR. and gigi... i couldn't be happier. the salary is literal thousands more than i asked for in my interview and the benefits are incredible. i start september 19! 

but—and i know this is disappointing—i am gonna keep working at the store on weekends. and although it would be Very on-brand for me, i promise this is NOT me procrastinating on my promise to ask out work boy when i leave. but i have to get a new car and i also wanna save up so i can move closer to the office (which is in a really cool area!!)

but speaking of work boy…. i’m not going to go so far as to say we’re the grumpy/sunshine trope, since he’s very chill and introverted. but he does have a management position and, apparently, a not-insignificant part of that is being approached by other coworkers asking him if i’m mad at them / what my problem is lmaooo

he admitted this to me last week and it still makes me laugh when i think about it.

how's the job search going for you??

— ☀️

p.s. i'm so excited that smtb is back! the last chapter was a helluva ride

Ahhhhhh that's so exciting!! I'm so happy for you darling 👏🏼 🎉 👏🏼 🎉 may your next career step be full of growth, good experiences, and good money haha. YAY!!! Make sure to take some time and enjoy not doing anything (if you can) before starting on the 19th!!!

reading that second paragraph had me squinting in sus at first BUT I commend you for trying to push yourself so you can save! HOWEVER...pace yourself and make sure you don't burn yourself out with two jobs. That can get exhausting. So. SELF-CARE IN BETWEEN ALL THAT!! And keep making that moneyyyyy!!!

And still ask him tf out. Stop being a little bitch about it 🤣🤣🤣 but also that is HILARIOUS and so cute. I love that he shares this with you??? *gestures with hand vaguely* this energy, I'm about it. NOW KISS.

Job hunting is a pain in the ass tbh. I'm a little lost on what I actually want to do next or what I want to look for so it's slow. I want something on the admin side of things but unsure of where to really look. I saw this tiktok about manifesting the things you want by making a list and being as delusional as possible so I went ahead and made one for a job lolol. I'm not really married to the idea of staying in education but also unsure of how to pivot to other things. And I know there are so many videos and LinkedIn posts and blah blah blah but everything is contradicting lol. At this point, I don't care about a "career". I've done that and been doing that and all that loyalty didn't do much for me in the end lmao. I just want a nice comfortable job that pays for my lifestyle. So here's to being delusional and hoping.

thank you so much for reading it bby!! I'm glad you enjoyed it ♥️♥️♥️

#asks #girlbossed too close to the sun ‘nonnie #gigi's tea time #I'm considering HR but then they all require experience in that field and I'm like ??? I DO HAVE IT JUST NOT AS AN HR PERSON #I've hired and fired and all that jazz but alas #'nonnie

[hyunjinspark]

Hi love❣️ I’m back after rereading chapters 5 and 6!!

I hope you feel better soon lovely 🥺 I’ve been doing pretty good lately, the summer usually always helps brighten my spirits ☀️ (Especially since where I live, I have 8 months of -30°c to -50°c winters and very short, not so warm summers 😅)

Okay so ! Here are my thoughts 🥰

There are way too many things I have to say about Hana, and I will probably mention a thing or two but I’m going to digress on Hana, she’s not the main character here *hair flip* 😂

Throughout Y/n’s pondering of Hyun and Hana’s date at 3am in bed, she wonders if Hyunjin would sleep with a person on their second date 👀 Was that possibly a touch of foreshadowing ?!? 👀 I am excited to find out if he does or not 🧍🏻‍♀️

Y/n mentions that she thinks she cares more about Hana’s relationship with Hyunjin than Hana does, and that’s definitely true, but I feel it has more to do with Hyunjin than Hana (even though she’s one of her best friends). I feel it’s the chemistry Y/n shares with him, that although she’s trying to dismiss so many obvious signs from him, as just coincidences or being too nice, it runs deeper and more meaningful than either of them could acknowledge yet, and she is refusing to admit her intrigue and focus on Hyun is actually her liking him more than a friend 👀 I love the fact that Y/n finds there’s an endless amount of conversation to have with Hyunjin, it definitely speaks volumes as to their compatibility, whereas Hana, doesn’t really know what to talk about with him, she doesn’t even really pay attention to a lot of topics he feels passionate about (like the food at the restaurant instead of the actual date).

I absolutely loved the those auditory descriptions of the paint brushes falling off her bedside table when she reached for her phone in the morning, such a wonderfully precise choice, I heard it in my head the very second I read it, and that kind of detail immerses me so much further into the scenery and imagination 👏🏼You do such a. Wonderful job of bringing a story to life in my mind 👏🏼❣️

OMG when Minho suggested that Y/n and Hyun should have went on the date instead ???? Felix literally jumps in like oh Y/n don’t you have to leave for work? 💀 He was all, there’s no way that’s a convo we’re having 😡 I LOVE IT SO MUCH OH MY GOSH THE LOVE FELIX HAS FOR Y/N😭😭😭😭 That boy deserves a kiss 🥲

I’d like to bring up the fact Hana truly feels like the things she needs to talk about with Y/n are more important than Y/n’s job 🧐 Like it’s understandable if it’s something super urgent like an emergency or she had a death in the family, things of that calibre but to talk about HER EX? And she thinks it’s so much more important than her friends obligation to her job, even the fact that Y/n could possibly get in trouble? That’s really something i thought of a lot, cause what kind of “friend” could she possibly claim to be if she has no consideration for Y/n and her responsibilities. It shocks me, the extent that Y/n allows Hana to behave towards her in such blatant disregard and thoughtlessness sometimes 😓

Okay so with Hyunjin and Y/n, that little joke she made about naming her firstborn after him ? And he just stared at her for a bit ? 🧍🏻‍♀️👀 I was rolling around in bed, giddy like a little preteen finding out her crush likes her 😭 And for some reason, when Y/n is about to bring up her true thoughts on Hyunjins dance video, and he says “yeah? With a hopeful lilt to his tone” I had this strange feeling that he wanted to hear something else 🧐 This may just be my wishful bias heart talking, but perhaps he is secretly waiting for any kind of hint from her that she is interested in him 🥺 I mean the total calmness he exudes when Minho makes any type of comment about the two of them, the way Hyun stared at Y/n in the bowling alley, all the times he pays for her food, all the times he’s so concerned about if she’s hungry, if she’s going to like something, whether it’s food, a piece of art, his art, his dancing, and there’s that god forsaken comment he makes in chapter 6 about how Y/n doesn’t know how much he holds back (I literally tossed my phone immediately upon reading that delicious little hint he dropped and went 🤭😩)

AND OH MY GOD……WHEN SHE GOT A CALL IN THE MIDDLE OF THEIR CONVO AND HE KEEPS LOOKING AT HER ?!?? AND ASKS RIGHT AFTER SHE HANGS UP IF IT WAS FELIX ?!?!?!? 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 BOY ISTG IS THAT A TOUCH OF JEALOUSY ? Cause that’s definitely what he was feeling when San decided to try and hit on Y/n, ouuuuuuuuu I almost died, like oh that’s why you don’t like him Hyun? Even commenting that it’s obvious she isn’t interested like 😩😩😩😩 I love you, for adding that in 😮‍💨 Because yes. Please. I die. for jealous Hyunjin. 🥲

I don’t even wanna get into Hana’s little blow up regarding Felix’s birthday planning cause I’m gonna reach the max for words to put into this 🙃

The creek was everything, it made my whole week reading that scene, he didn’t let go of her while she was in the water ? Dead. Could not. At this point it’s pretty wild that Hana hasn’t called out Hyun and Y/n for all the times they’ve been hanging out, being close, implying certain things, staring at each other in her company cause 🧐 If I were Hana I totally would of noticed and would have been talking to them both, if I was truly interested in the guy 😐

OKAY IM SO SO SORRY THIS IS WAY TOO GODDAMN LONG 😰😰 I’ll go now, I look forward to the next chapter and talking with you again ❣️

Take care and lots of love to you 🥰

hi sweetie 🥺 first of all, thank you for this . i really love reading your every single thought or opinion on my stories, it makes me feel like you notice every line or scene and i feel so good 😭

oh wow ! im glad you’ve been doing well 🥺 i love summers but not when its too hot haha.

it could be foreshadowing, guess we’ll have to wait and see what happens between hyun and yn on their eventual / future date and how fast or slow they take things physically hehe 😤

you’re exactly right, it definitely is because she cares a lot about hyunjin and feels drawn and attracted to him in almost every sense that matters ! hana isn’t too interested in getting to know him in depth and it could just be that she wants to know him over time, but compared to yn it feels like two extreme ends since yn is very very very interested.

wow thank you so much for pointing out that you liked the auditory description! those are things i include in the story because it feels natural to me to describe the surroundings but i never thought that you would like it so much !

felix definitely wasn’t hearing it for that scene 😂 poor baby :(

im so glad you like hyun and yn and their scenes ! he definitely was jealous and upset that san hit on yn ! the creek scene is also my favorite 🥹

thank you for this beautiful review !! i hope you loved part 7 too 😭

#star lost with you

[samanddean76]

Awesome Ao3 Comments for Alpha Seeking Omega

Jay Murphy on Chapter 13Mon 14 Aug 2023 03:14AM UTC

This is a creepy, dark, cumbersome story. But those are positives. It creates dank shadows that help drive the good v evil theme and makes all the love and romance shine bright. Makes the good and honorable fight our heroes are forced into all the better. I love nesting Dean. Your descriptors of his actions are so sweet and adorable. I'm pleased our alpha twins and their omegas are mating and discovering some measure of romance. HATE! DESPISE! LOATHE! john winchester! His name in all lower case is the best he deserves. What a piece of twisted shite. Kill the beast. Destroy him. HATE! DESPISE! LOATHE! #613! That gruesome thing apparently had all of any trace of evil from Lucifer and has multiplied it many, many times over. Our good guys need to prevail, otherwise the walking embodiment of Satan will rule! Adam? Interesting add-on. Perhaps the plot twist we need? Thanks! ♡♡♡

gguy on Chapter 3Mon 10 Jul 2023 12:38AM EDT

💣💥Aughhh, dammit, Dean just keeps getting f*cked over and hurt and... and... 💣💥 Boy oh boy, do I like your version of Bobby! Canon feels mixed with your own original additions. That dude was always a smart cookie with lots of deep kindness buried under all the brambles and barbs. 😘👍🏼 Jimmy is one smooth and savvy alpha. Im enjoying how you're taking a somewhat 2 dimensional character from canon SPN, and giving him his just- development. I truly like his character. 👌👏🏼 And yes, Dean is one badass, smart, kind, intelligent person... man... omega. ♥️♥️♥️ This story is just too, too good! You're quite an Ace! 👏🏼👏🏽👏👏🏿👏🏻

MyDreamGlade on Chapter 13Wed 23 Aug 2023 06:58PM EDT

Phew, good job! I've just read straight through, couldn't put this Story aside, for even a moment 😳. Really, well done, Author! 😀

#ao3 #archive of our own #fanfiction #spn #ao3 comments #a/b/o au #destiel #alpha castiel #omega dean #thank you

[twinstarlovers]

Sooooo our activity for today is making heart shaped cookies! 🤗♥️🍪🌹.

Now let’s get to work! 👏🏼😤💞

Okay so according to the box it says I need a cup of milk, 2 cups of sugar & 5 cups of flower. That doesn’t sound right but 🤨🤷🏻‍♀️.

Okay okay I’ll mix the dough & you put them in a little heart & put the frosting & sprinkles 🧚🏻💖…

You a cute chef Lamo tho 🥹👨🏻‍🍳💗

Ooooo Lamo doing a very good job 😊. Omg Lamo the sprinkles are flying everywhere 😲😂💘.

Um… Lamo.. what’s that on the floor?👁️👄👁️Did you bring shrooms?👀 Lamo we gotta be sober wyd 🫵🏻🙄 …… no like shit 🤣🤭😂. Let’s mix that shit 🤣🥣🍪.

WOAHHHH Lamo where’d you learn that?!?! 😱 Your frosting skills go crazy 🙌🏼😲💘. The universe put you in a baking class??? 😲 oooooo 👀. Why didn’t they put me in that shit tf 🤨😒

Okayyyy time to put them in the oven! 😃👏🏼🍪. We put it in for 15 minutes ⏰. Let’s hope we don’t burn the house & the kids 😳👀🏠🔥.

Lamo they done!!! 😲👀😃⏰

Ooooooooo they look good af 😍🤩🍪.

Gotta pour some milk in your Lamo sippy cup 🍼💘

You upgraded from a bottle to a sippy cup Lamo? 😲. Woahhhh Lamo’s becoming a big boy 👦🏻💘💗🥹

Let’s become some cookie monsters now 👹🍪. RAWRRRR

They good Lamo?? 😲 yessss we did a good job ☺️ Nah fr these cookies are bomb af 👏🏼🍪😜

HUGSSSS 📱🫂💗💘

I love you foreverrrrrrrr 💖. Happy valentines dayyyyyyyy againnnnnn. I hope the rest of your day goes well ☺️💗

[violentartichoke]

There’s a lot of men my age that still act like bratty little boys. Watch for these ones, they are legit stupid. Stooo👏🏼pid👏🏼 Do you hear me?

They will think they are smarter and better than you, forever. they don’t want to feel inferior. Especially the short ones. Some will show it in what they say what they do, some keep it in their mind set, their outlook. They cannot show you respect you deserve because then they feel small.

It’s not your job to get them to realize we are all unique and different and no flower is better than the next… the busy bee don’t mind, we are all just flowers ok? You are just as important as he is.

So if he makes you feel inferior, if you begin to notice you are letting this feeling of not being good enough start to creep up.. just remember… he can fuck right off. You’re better off without the dead weight my sisters and brothers. Do not engage.

Always move forward. Never retreat. Let the weak fall by the wayside.

#personal #notes to self #words #rules #my thoughts