#for her the second she asks i’ll defend her against everyone and i’ll never get that back i will always just end up feeling invalidated and

[thebrotherskaramazovs]

i hate this i hate this i hate this

#long rant ahead abt my older sister dont read if you dont want to <3 #like already our relationship is strained bc shes one of my best friends but i will always resent her for pushing everything onto me and #being a terrible sister and pretty much having me raise and teach my younger siblings everything while she was off being perfect and getting #good grades while i was failing classes to teach my fucking little sister how to do fractions and giving them lucnh and prioritizing their #needs over mine both mentally and physically and now she cant let me have one thing she cant let me have one fucking thing #i just wanna sleep im so tired and i wanna sleep and she wont let me and im so tired of her bitchy behaviour where everything i say is #turned against me and makes me feel stupid and invalidates me and makes me never wanna ask for anything for myself ever again god i just. #i just wish she actually cared about me in a non superficial way i wish she wasnt so insecure and so jealous and so mean and so inconsiderat #abt the fact that i gave away almost my whole life for her and my younger siblings i ruined relationships and friendships i drop everything #for her the second she asks i’ll defend her against everyone and i’ll never get that back i will always just end up feeling invalidated and #hurt and fuck i dont understand how she can do that how tf can an older sister who was meant to love me not love me #okay anyways sorry i needed to write that down somewhere #min.txt

[delfiore]

—MY DEAREST FRIEND AND ENEMY. (1/5)

pairing: ona batlle x fem!reader

synopsis: you were ona’s biggest headache at man united, until you both move to barcelona.

word count: 3.7k

a/n: i’ve been watching the men’s game for years but i’ve finally sobered FINAL TODAY LET’S GO ENGLAND LET’S GO SPAIN (MOSTLY SPAIN)

PART II, PART III, PART IV, PART V

It started four years ago when Ona first signed for United. She didn’t notice at first the way you were always gunning for her, she was just doing her job.

But now, you were here in Barcelona with her. As she looked up at you, a soft smile on your face, everything she had buried in the past year all came rushing back.

Everyone was aware of the new signing from the States for her rival club just a couple of weeks before, a dragged-out saga of whether you were going to choose City or United. Unfortunately for her, you chose the Sky Blues.

If things had been different, maybe she wouldn’t have despised you as much as she did.

The first Manchester derby you played, she thought marking you would be easy until you dribbled past her several times to register a goal and assist. She must have been glowering at you when she walked back to the midfield line, because you shrugged before grinning at her, saying: “All in a day’s work.”

“Could I just ask what put Man City above all the other contenders for your signature?” “Well, I mean, it’s a great club with a great history, amazing players too. I’ve spoken at length with the new manager and he gave me a rough plan for next year’s project. So I’m really excited and confident that it’ll be a great destination for me.” “What do you say to the people who think you’ve chosen City for the money?” “People can think whatever they want to think. I’ll just play my game, and they can judge me all they want. It’s all anyone’s good for.” “You’ve just transferred from Portland, you’ve got an enormous price tag for the women’s game, tons of big clubs in Europe wanted you. There’s a mounting pressure on you, it seems. Do you think you’ll be up for the challenge of the Women’s Super League?” “It’s no fun if it’s not a challenge.”

Ona Batlle was what people considered a modern full-back, dangerous in attack just as she was solid in defense. But when playing against Man City, she usually has to stay back to avoid a dangerous winger finding their way into the box; you. It wasn’t her way of playing, and it frustrated her that that was what her role was while her team was struggling to create chances, especially when she knew she could help.

“I want you to stay back and mark Y/L/N. Whatever you do, do not let her out of your sight,” Casey had told her.

She hated you for caging her in, and the worst part was she wasn’t sure if she can stop you sometimes.

The night before her next game against you, she watched how you played the previous match, studied your movement carefully, and took notes. She liked that she had found a pattern. You liked to use your speed, but you also liked to taunt your defenders; a pace of prime Thierry Henry’s, and showboating tendencies like that of Neymar. It’s why you were so entertaining to watch, because every defender you faced ended up a sort of decoration to your parlor tricks, her included.

Ona never liked being second best to anybody, and certainly not to you.

And so when she was on the pitch, zeroing on you like a hawk, there was nothing stopping her from getting away from you. She didn’t need to resort to any risky challenges, she just needed to stick with you, keep you at arm’s length, and stay between you and the goal at all costs.

You may be a skilled player for your age, but controlling your temper is something you haven’t been able to achieve. She heard you cursing a few times, eventually earning you a yellow card when your insults were directed at the referee.

The ball had only left the City’s goalkeeper, Roebuck, yet she already felt you pushing back against her.

The game ended 3-1 for United, but she was secretly much happier that she had managed to piss you off so much, that you didn’t bother shaking hands with her afterwards.

“Congratulations, Ona. A huge victory for United. What do you think went well today?” “I think that our plans worked because we practiced and showed what we’re able to do. We didn’t have a lot of possession, but we focused on the counterattacks, and I think that definitely was a very effective tactic today.” “I have to ask you about Y/N Y/L/N. She’s been a formidable player in the league until now, and notoriously difficult to defend against, but she was practically silenced today on the left-hand side. Do you think you had something to do with that?” “I think what I’ve prepared in defense has worked out, for sure. I’ve also got my teammates to thank for covering the grounds for me. Y/L/N is a good player, and it’s always a joy to play against her.”

Her rivalry with you continued, and soon even the press was picking up on it. Manchester derbies now included Y/L/N v. Batlle, and everyone was predicting what crazy thing would happen next. It wasn’t common for defenders to make waves in the paper compared to superstar strikers or even midfielders unless they were linked with a big move. But soon Ona was reading about herself in the news, how she has defended Manchester United’s left wing with an iron grip, how they started calling her la matadora, for her ability to hold off forwards and tame them like bullfighters do.

One bull remained to be tamed though, and her conundrum continued into her second season at United.

Unlike her, you seemed to take the new breath of fame easily enough. Day in and day out, there were news of you scoring goals and bringing Man City to the top of the table by November.

You were born to be a star.

But Ona knew from shooting stars in the game that burned out too quickly; if you let what’s outside the pitch get to you, you might as well just leave it altogether. You might have been a good player, on your way to becoming a great one even, but you did have a flare for the dramatics which riled up the press quite a bit. If she was lucky, maybe the pressure would take you out of the game before she does.

International breaks were times she always look forward to, being able to represent her country. Even if they were friendly matches, she knew Spain was always being watched, as a team’s form was important on the world stage. The team would play two friendly matches, the first one being against Brazil and the other against the United States. Some friendly fixtures . . .

Brazil was a breeze, mainly because she wouldn’t have to face her biggest adversary. Naturally, you were called up to your national team, and the back-and-forth game persisted.

She had played against you many times at club level, but the way you played for your country was something else. There was more passion to the way you weave your way through defenders, more flare to your shots. It could also be the adrenaline of being called up for the first time, and wanting to prove yourself—she knew that feeling well.

It didn’t come as a surprise, then, that when a long ball was played over the defense line and Marta Cardona was on her way towards goal, you’d be there to strike her down right at the edge of the box. Her teammates appealed, and the referee paused the game, but all Ona saw was red. With a speed she didn’t know she had in her, she sprinted to you and shoved you away as you were bending down in a show of checking on Marta.

“What was that?! You could have broken her ankle, cabrona!”

“Watch it.”

You had never seen her so angry before—her jaw locked as she continued to hurl insults at you. If she wasn’t your mortal enemy maybe you could have found it attractive. So you pushed back, and soon both your teammates and hers crowded around you, trying to separate you. Kelley put her arm around your neck and walked away, telling you to “keep your cool, this is only a friendly”.

Never, you thought. Never while I’m playing against her.

You apologized to Marta eventually, and she was cool with it. “Heat of the moment”, she said, and you were grateful. You never meant to hurt anyone. Sometimes you just couldn’t control your adrenaline spike.

As expected, Ona didn’t even look at you after the match. So you went home with Marta.

The next morning at breakfast, Ona heard laughing from the girls surrounding Marta.

“How was your American late-night snack, Marta?” Leila laughed.

The girl only shook her head with a grin. “It was delicious, alright.”

Ona didn’t know what that twisted feeling in her gut was when she heard what Marta said, as she walked back to her hotel room after breakfast. She just knew that as long as she was alive, you were the most despicable person she knew.

ESPN: Y/L/N-Batlle Feud Continues, Bonmatí Controls Midfield in Spain-USWNT Clash “LOS ANGELES -- Thursday night saw a friendly match between Spain’s women's national team and the USWNT at the Snapdragon Stadium that ended in a 2-2 draw. Several debutants started for both teams, including Man City powerhouse Y/N Y/L/N. After a stunning cross into the box from the left for Mallory Pugh to tap in, a dangerous slide tackle on Marta Cardona ensured Y/L/N to be the heart of a confrontation between several players, including Ona Batlle. It seems their club rivalry persists as they were seen giving each other a very clear piece of their minds, and several clashes succeeded the Cardona tackle. It would have been a good performance for both if not for the slip of attitude. One thing is clear, though; the mentality is there, and it sure is entertaining to watch. […]”

The end of the season was fast approaching, and while you had become a thorn in her side, it came to a point in which she would not think about you until a week before a clash. This one in particular was crucial in the race for a Champions League spot that both Manchester clubs were vying for. She knew what it meant for the club to secure a UCL spot for the first time, and you were not about to ruin it for her.

Tooney and Millie invited her out for dinner the night before the derby, but she turned them down, opting for a quiet night in instead. After a few hours, however, she suddenly felt antsy, the anticipation before the game nipping at her. It was only 7pm when she checked and she decided to go for a run. She followed the familiar path she always takes to the nearby park, and she was glad she did because the sun was going down, leaving a glorious trail of orange in the sky. She loved these peaceful moments, away from adrenaline, away from the constant pressure, away from constantly having to push herself or she’d be called ‘lazy’.

A constant huffing sound appeared next to her, and when Ona looked down she saw an adorable corgi looking up at her while wagging its tail.

“Hello,” she bent down and pet the dog. Loving the attention, the little corgi jumped up in an attempt to lick her face, to which she let out a laugh.

“Bratwurst! Come back here!” She heard a voice call in the distance, which she assumed must have been the owner. “Sorry, he loves people.”

Ona looked up, and her face dropped. You did the same, standing frozen in front of her. Bratwurst was jumping up and down before you, probably excited that he received pets from someone else today.

She had never seen you in plain clothes before. You clearly knew how to dress yourself, because she might have admitted that you looked good if she didn’t hate you so much. But it was difficult to see you as anything else other than Y/N Y/L/N, Manchester City winger, and potentially Golden Boot winner this season by the looks of it.

And yet, she sat down on a nearby bench with you anyway, watching Bratwurst stick his butt in the air, attempting to catch a squirrel.

“I named him Bratwurst ‘cause he’s . . . long, you know?” You chuckled. ”Short form is Brat too, that’s kinda funny.”

In a sea of northern Englishmen, she never got to hear your American accent properly as she’d only heard you speak no more than two words to her, and most of the time they weren’t pleasant.

“How do you have time to own a dog?” She asked.

“He’s a foster. I just got him a couple of weeks ago.” You looked down at your fingers. “It’s nice to have him to come home to.”

The conversation died down, and suddenly Ona felt like this was a mistake. Maybe she should just leave, and continue her run. But she saw a different side to you—a gentler, quieter side unlike the boastful player she knew you as—and she wasn’t sure whether it was a good thing or not.

“Are you planning on adopting him permanently?”

“Maybe. I just want to make sure that I’m settled before making him move.”

You leaned back, placed your arm on the bench, and closed your eyes.

“You don’t want to stay in Manchester?”

“I don’t know yet. Why, would you be happy if I did?” You smirked, and she saw a glimpse of that player again.

Yes. “Your presence doesn’t bother me. It doesn’t bring me any joy either.”

“Just face it, Batlle.” You turned your body to her. “I get under your skin, don’t I?”

Ona blinked, her jaw clenching. “You don’t intimidate me, Y/L/N. You might be used to people bowing at your feet, but I won’t let you walk all over me. We will win tomorrow, and you might think to show some respect for others in the game.”

“Sorry, Batlle, can’t let you win. We’re playing Champions League next season.” You really enjoyed taunting her.

Ona huffed and stood up. As she walked away, she heard you call out to her. “See you on the pitch tomorrow, la matadora!”

There was nothing you could ever do to make yourself less hateful in her eyes.

It was matchday, kick-off time. Ona saw you on the other side of the midfield line. “Remember what you came here to do, and finish the job,” Marc had told them in the dressing room. He was right. She had a job to do, and she wasn’t about to let you ruin that for her.

They were to play with a high line today, which required Ona to stay near the midfield line and run back, should a forward slip through. About halfway through the first half, she had a startling realization; you were dropping back too, playing a number-10 role. It meant that she couldn’t do what she did last time you met, because there would be a gaping hole where she covers.

United was leading 1-0 by halftime, and while they had the advantage, the fight was far from over.

“Okay, ladies. Have a drink and take a seat,” Marc stood at the front of the dressing room. “We’re doing good, we’re holding them off. Keep up the pressure.”

Ona sat back to catch her breath. You were much more versatile than she thought, and maybe that was her mistake for underestimating you. It seemed too easy that you were giving her exactly what she wanted, playing high at the flank like she always does. There was more to it, but she needed to adapt.

Ona held your gaze for a moment across the field. You weren’t giving up. It seemed you were confident enough in whatever wicked plan you still had up your sleeve, that you sent her a smirk back.

It was the 70th minute of the game and they were so close to achieving it. Katie was looking for a pass, so Ona made herself available.

There was empty space near the side of the box, and she wanted to utilize it but it meant having to get past a couple of defenders.

“Vilde! 1, 2!” She called, passed the ball to her teammate, and started running. Her momentum was halted when Vilde’s ball was cut off and instantly launched forward.

The counterattack came so quickly, it must have been what you practiced. 1-1.

Suddenly, the tides have shifted. The momentum was with City. Time was running out, and the sudden goal disoriented her team. It took about five minutes for everyone to get their head back into the game, but Ona could tell City were used to having possession by then.

And then, in the 88th minute, you were given the ball from the left. Everyone except Alessia had dropped back to defend a series of dangerous balls up until now. You didn’t have anyone to pass to without getting intercepted, and you were outside of the box. So you took the shot. She watched helplessly as the ball flew past Mary into the top right corner.

1-2.

Ona’s body ran cold as she watched you celebrate with your teammates.

When the final whistle came shortly after, she collapsed on her knees.

Some of her teammates were there to console her, but she let their comfort pass through her. She needed to break something.

She needed to get away from everyone and found a spot near the bathrooms where she could catch her breath. Her boots were dangling from her hand by the laces. She slumped against a wall and began to cry, the boots clattering next to her on the floor.

It wasn’t that she was sad to have lost—she blamed herself for letting you get to her head. The interaction of the day before got her thinking what ifs. What if we didn’t meet under these circumstances? What if I could have just gotten to know you without wanting to rip your head off every time I see you?

You heard quiet sobs down the hallway and knew it was her. You had quickly gone into the tunnel when you didn’t see her anywhere on the pitch, but you certainly weren’t expecting to see her cry.

“Batlle?” You called.

She didn’t seem to notice you, sitting against the wall and wiping her face with her shirt.

“Hey, it’s okay.” That was a stupid thing to say considering you just beat her out of a Champions League spot, of course it’s not okay.

“I’m really not in the mood,” she said, looking away.

“You did good out there,” you said, watching her anxiously.

“Don’t act like you care,” she sniffled. “You got what you wanted.”

“I’m not as heartless as you think, Ona.” You quipped back. “I’m not sorry that we won, but I am sorry that you’re hurt.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” She sobbed and glared at you. It sent a chill down your bones. “I wish we had never met.”

How do you tell her that you never meant for things to go this way? That every word you had ever said to her didn’t stem from malice but from fear? You had wished to push her away so that you don’t collide with her head-on. How do you tell her that no matter how hard you tried, you still gravitated toward her?

“I’m sorry.” You repeated, like a fool.

She was hurting because of you.

You snuck a glance at the form of the girl in front of you, like you would be penalized if you were caught looking at her. You took a step back to go, but she held onto your arm and pulled your body against her.

You had been fantasizing about having your mouth against her for months, usually in absurd circumstances, like you two making out in a bed of roses or you giving her a kiss after she, a masked superhero, saved you from danger. Never like this, muscles aching, sweat coating your foreheads, wearing your respective uniforms—being so you doing this.

You wanted to enjoy it. Her lips were soft and salty, and she might have secured you by the waist against her. Your knees trembled as you sighed into her lips, pushing her against the wall gently. Your hesitancy soon turned into hunger, as you pressed your body into hers, desperate to feel her.

Murmurs in the distance snapped you out of it. “Where’s Ona?” You made out one of the voices saying.

You looked back at her, your faces just inches away. You never noticed, but she had so many beautiful freckles adorning her face.

“Ona—“ You said, but she quickly picked up her boots and left towards the voices.

Chest heaving and head spinning, you slumped against the wall with a small grin, bringing your fingers up to touch your lips where she had been.

“Where have you been?” Keira asked in the dressing room, but you just shook your head.

“Just to the bathroom.”

Sky Sports: Man City’s Talisman Y/N Y/L/N Nets Stunning Late Goal Against Man United To Secure UWCL Spot […]

a/n: this gif is so y/n and ona coded

#ona batlle x reader #ona batlle imagine #ona batlle imagines #ona batlle #woso #woso x reader #woso imagines #wwc23 #spain wnt #man united women

[skyfall8600]

Body Shaking

Pair: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: smut ❤️, swearing, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving)

My Masterlist

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“Come one, just one more!”

“So fucking good!”

“And… and…. That’s it!”

You collapsed to the floor, your arms and torso going numb. Sweat dripping from your forehead causing for your hair to stick to your face.

“Did I beat his record?” You asked, looking around you. Your breath was shaky as your body started to tremble, your muscles feeling the repercussion.

Gareth nodded, excitingly jumping and looking at the timer of his watch. “3 whole minutes! Fucking pay up Munson!”

Eddie sighed, tossing the younger boy the a $20 bill. “She weighs less, gravity didn’t work as hard on her!”

“Say whatever excuse you want, baby,” you laughed, slowly catching your breath. “I can hold a plank longer than you, therefore making me the superior and stronger one.”

It was unusual how you all got here. After a few hits of weed and some drinks, the boys started to see who could hold their breath the longest, who won at arm wrestle…. It was quiet pathetic but amusing nonetheless. Eddie had won every round, his ego growing rapidly.

………………..

You initially sat there, laughing at them. Encouraging the younger ones must to Eddie’s dismay. It was no secret the two of you liked each other, but you both didn’t want to ruin what you had… so shameless flirting was all you did.

“I’m not even going to attempt challenging you to a plank, hardest fucking thing ever.” Eddie said, laughing and taking a small sip of his beer.

“Bet you can only last a minute!” Gareth said, trying to defend himself.

“I know I can.” Eddie said proudly, taking off his jacket and proceeding to the floor. When he dropped to his knees he gave you a small wink that made your heart flutter.

You watched him, muscles tighten as he held his position. Your body getting warmer as you were unable to move your gaze from him. Burning desire pooled between your legs. You didn’t care if anyone noticed how hot your face became; you wanted to memorised the way his muscles twitched.

He got to the two minute mark and cried out as he collapsed. He looked to Gareth, “2 minutes and 4 seconds.”

“Fuck yeah.” Eddie said, bringing his attention back to you. “Like what you see?”

You wanted to jump him, to ruin everything for a split moment of feeling his body up against yours. But you couldn’t, and you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

You started hanging out with the guys a year ago, once you moved to Hawkins. In that time, you never told them of your rather athletic history. You knew how Eddie felt about the jocks and it wasn’t like you were interested in it anymore, so you didn’t feel a need to disclose this information.

But at this very moment, all those years of gymnastics were gonna pay off. And wipe that smug look off his face.

“Double the bet. You lose if I can last 3 minutes.” You said, everyone going quiet.

“No need to push yourself doll, you already impress us by merely talking to us.” Eddie replied, giving you back your flirtatious behaviour.

“$10. I can do it.”

“Just for you, I’ll make it $20.”

“Deal.”

“Watch and learn boys.”

…………………………..

That’s how Eddie found himself unable to look away from you. How his mind raced with a thousand different ways he wanted to make you break out in a sweat and get you all breathless, just like you were now as you lied on the floor.

“Fuck, only 3 minutes? I used to be able to last 5.” You said, wiping away at your forehead.

“How. The. Hell. Did you do that?” Jeff asked.

You shrugged, “Used to be in competitive gymnastics. Haven’t practiced in over a year, and I’m really fucking feeling it.”

Eddie blushed, picturing you in a leotard leaving little to the imagination.

Everyone returned to normal but the two of you were clearly worked up from the little shows you put on for the other. When they all filed out of his trailer, going home one by one, it left the two of you finally alone.

“You okay there Eddie?” You asked teasingly.

He couldn’t move off the couch, knowing you’d be able to make out his very clear hard on. “Just thinking off all the ways to make fun of your little acrobatic stuff.”

“Gymnastics you mean.”

He nodded, “Mhm, sure. Same thing.”

Something had changed between you, or it was just the alcohol talking. You walked over to him until you occupied the other end on the rather small couch.

“I think,” you whisper against his ear, “you like the idea of me in the little leotards.”

His brown eyes were dark and dilated. He swallowed the saliva building up in his mouth, feeling a chill run down his spin as your breath floated against his ear.

“Or maybe, you’re wondering how flexible I am.”

He lost all control at that comment. He grabbed you by the face, bringing it close to his and he kissed you at full force. Increasing his body pressure against yours, you found yourself lying back against the sofa with him on top of you.

You could feel his erect penis against your thriving heat. It made you moan into his mouth, which suddenly made him realise that he broke the rule between you to never take things further.

“Fuck, I’m sorry-“ he said against your lips, trying to remove himself from your body but your tight grip on his neck didn’t let him get far. “I shouldn’t have- fuck.”

“Eddie, I swear to god if you keep trying to stop kissing me I’ll cut your dick off.” You growled at him, not giving him a chance to reply before smashing your lips with him again.

Somehow what you said was what he needed to hear. He became fully invested in exploring you. Gradually and subconsciously he started to grind against you, his throbbing member adding tension to the seam of your jeans that made the sensations radiate in you.

One of his hands found it’s way under your skirt, cupping your breast. Your hardened nipples poked through the fabric and he felt every bit of it.

“Need this off.” You mumbled, pulling at the bottom of his shirt so it came off him. He smiled and happily obliged, helping you remove the material.

“Only if yours come off too.” He said, repeating the process.

“Yes, Sir.”

He groaned, eyebrows knitting together. “I don’t think I can handle you saying shit like that.”

You giggled, your hands moving across his bare chest. “Oh I’m sorry, do you prefer… Master?”

His kisses suddenly became more aggressive, as did his hands against your breasts. Panting at the feeling, you proceeded to move your hips to rock your core against him.

He became braver. His hand leaving your breast to go lower, he paused for a moment to see if it was too much.

“Please.” The voice left your lips in a whisper.

Undoing the button on your jeans yourself, Eddie was in awe of how desirable you looked. He wasted no time dropping his fingers to graze your most sensitive area as he continued to assault your lips with kisses.

Your were warm and wet, seeping through the thin undergarments easily. He could feel it saturating his fingers with a single swipe.

“Fuck.” He hissed, rubbing his fingers up against you and you moaned into it. “So ready for me.”

“Eddie… please.”

Moving your panties to the side, he felt too restricted by the clothes you were still wearing. You noticed this and let out a frustrated growl. Lifting your hips up, you started to wiggle out the jeans. He laughed to himself and helped you, positioning himself right back on top of you and fingers to your melting core.

One finger guided into you easily, your breath loud against his ear and his lips attacking your neck. “Mmm..”

He added another, moving them a bit more thoroughly. He thought he was in heaven just by hearing the sounds you made, the way your body curved up against him.

After a few minutes, you were close but unable to reach that peak. Tears formed in your eyes from desperation. Eddie noticed and wanted to satisfy you, he removed his fingers to run circles against the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs.

Your moans became higher pitch and all sense of clarity left his mind. He had to make you sound like that again. He needed to hear you.

You were closer, unembarrassed by your pornstar sounds and whimpers. You’d dream of this for so long; late at night you’d imagine what he would feel like, how his fingers felt up inside you. And you are loving every second of it. So naturally, when his hands removed from your body you cried out.

“Sh, I got you.” He said, kissing away a desperate tear from your cheek. “Fucking gorgeous.”

He kissed between your breasts and down your body. Electricity rocking through you. When he reached his desired area, he noticed that the couch wasn’t big enough. He was satisfied with the angle it forced him to be in.

He stood up abruptly and urgently, unable to give your near-climax mind a chance comprehend what was going on before he scooped you up in his arms and paraded to his room, tossing you on the bed.

“Much better.” He said over your giggles.

He used his hands to spread your legs wide open in front of him. Lowering his head, he could smell you and it made his eyes roll back. His lips grazed the skin of your inner thighs, making you twitch.

“Eddie please..” you cried, your fingers tangling in the mess of his curls.

He hooked a finger into your panties and pulled them down, giving him full access to you. Access he abused quickly. Diving in, the tongue and lips went straight to work. You were already so worked up from your session on the couch that you were back to high pictures screams within seconds.

“Fuck..” you cried, moving your body to get as much friction against him as possible.

His nose rubbed your clit and as soon as he heard how you reacted to it, he was determined to make that his main focus. Your legs started to shake when his tongue lapped messy circles on the sensitive bud.

“Ed.. I.. mhmm.”

You were a mess. Both verbally and physically in front of him. He sucked on you clit and your back arched, fingers digging into his skull as you experienced the most intense orgasm of your life.

He didn’t stop. He wanted to feel you inside as your walls pulsated through your climax. His finger curved up inside you, your scream beyond louder as you cried out the lord’s name in vein.

One orgasm rolled seamlessly into another, your whole body spasming and you finally had enough. You pulled him up from you by his hair. The sight of him with his desire drunk eyes and mouth glistening with your release was enough to make you go mad.

Without wiping it away, you pulled him to you and kissed him like your life depended on it. He made is way back up your body. Every inch of you covered with his. You needed him.

You went to palm his erection but you met his semi-hard wet member.

“I-I enjoyed going down on you too much.” He admitted embarrassingly, scared to see your reaction.

You smiled, “that’s okay, we’ll start with you next time.”

“Next time?” He replied with his signature smirk. “What happened to staying as just friends?”

“I want to fuck you too much for that. Besides, I think we passed that stage already.”

He kissed you gently this time, so different to the hunger you both felt before.

“I’m never letting you go now. You know that right?”

You nodded, “I know… Master.”

His eyes grew dark and he wrapped his arms around you, causing you to scream as he flipped you over.

The two of you proceeded to spend the night showing each other all the fantasies and desires that had corrupted your friendship into something much better.

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[hyperfixationsporfavor]

A Quarter-life Crisis

Synopsis: Higuruma takes some time to think with the aide of his ex-wife.

Author's note: Hey guys! I shared a bit of this fic awhile ago so here is the completed version. Feedback is always welcomed. Enjoy!

Warnings: brief reference to suicidal imagery, mental health struggles, divorce

Original Post

Hiromi had never thought of himself as a defender of justice, moreso a man with the inability to leave things alone, the need to pursue the truth. 

This persistence had finally managed to work against him

When the judge announced a guilty verdict for his client, he made eye contact with Hiromi, giving him the withering stare of betrayal. It burrowed into his gut, stabbing him and taking him out of himself for a moment. All of a sudden everything faded into the background as his body took control, a swelling feeling pounding in his chest. He got up from his seat and stalked over to the bench. With a shaky hand he grasped the gavel and lifted it over his head.

Bang. 

Then he lifted it again.

BANG.

Then again.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Everyone stared in startled confusion, unsure of what he was doing. 

Shimizu, his associate, rushed over to where he stood with a worried look on her face.

“Mr. Higuruma?” she asked.

But he wasn’t there. He was long gone.

“Everyone come back. We’re having a retrial.”

The older judge furrowed his brow in annoyance. 

“Is this some kind of joke?”

“You're a joke,” he retorted.

The judge’s face turned red in anger.

“Mr. Higuruma. If you don’t collect yourself I’ll hold you in contempt.”

Hiromi gripped the gavel in his hand so hard his knuckles turned white. 

Without a warning he hurled the gavel at the window, shattering it in one fell swoop.

~

“Listen Higuruma, it’s nothing personal. We just need you to take a few days so we can clear the air.”

“I want a return date,” he insisted.

“I’m afraid I can’t give you that. Get your things. Go home. Rest. We’ll be in touch.”

~

Hiromi was on vacation. 

At least, that was his office's official statement. 

In actuality, he was waiting to see if he still had a job after his small incident in court. 

Small being the understatement of the century. 

Hiromi had been wallowing, mostly sleeping. The only light in his small apartment was from the television, replaying the same three movies over and over again. 

His phone buzzed on the coffee table and he reached out to grab it, squinting to read the name. 

(Name).

~

He arrived at your apartment at around eight. 

When you opened the door a sense of relief washed over him, something he hadn’t felt since his ‘break’ started.

“Hey stranger,” you warmly greeted. 

He couldn’t help but smile. “Hey.”

~

“I knew the second we got divorced your life would take a nosedive,” you prodded.

“And I knew your life would get infinitely better,” Higuruma retorted. 

You led him to the couch and made your way over to the liquor cabinet to fix him something. 

“Whiskey?” you asked.

“Please.”

You poured some for him and yourself, pressing the glass into his hand and joining him.

He took a moment to observe your apartment. Spacious and decorated with luxurious furniture. It made his place look like a broom closet. 

“So should we drink until we forget why you're here or would you rather talk?” you asked.

Hiromi looked down at his whiskey glass. “It’s been about two weeks since I’ve actually spoken to another human being so I’m not sure how great of a conversationalist I’d be.”

You set your whiskey glass down on the coffee table and crossed your arms, wrinkling your silk pajamas and matching robe. 

“We really don’t need to talk Hiromi, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

How did you see him? How did everyone else see him? Some nutcase that had thrown his career away, holed up in his apartment, sprawled out in a bathtub with his wrists slit, still in the suit?

God how morbid. 

But the situation he found himself in had caused his mind to go to some dark places.

“I appreciate it (Name). Really. How did you find out?”

“Everyone’s talking about it.”

Of course. 

The legal world was abuzz with the news of an exemplary public defender who took a stand in the courtroom. At least, that’s what one of the headlines read. 

“Of course. That was a stupid question.”

“I couldn’t believe it. What on earth possessed you?”

Hiromi knocked back his whiskey and set the empty glass on the table next to yours. 

“I honestly have no idea. It was like…losing control of myself for a second.”

“Any word from the court yet?”

He shook his head. “It’s been almost two weeks. I just wish they’d get it over with already.”

“You really think they’ll take away your license?”

“Well I insulted a judge, damaged federal property, do you have any vodka?”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. I should have just accepted it and moved on.

You smirked. “You know you’ve never been able to move on from an unsolved problem.”

“I got a divorce didn’t I?”

You chuckled. “Well you could always do improv comedy.”

Your phone buzzed and you retrieved it to see who it was. 

“It’s the office. Do you mind?” you asked.

He shook his head. “Go ahead.”

“Hey Kento.”

You got up and headed into the kitchen to continue the conversation. 

While you chatted, Hiromi's attention was caught by an old photo of you on the mantle over the fireplace. He recognized it instantly, having taken the picture himself. It was from your second date where the two of you had gone to the beach. He remembered chasing you into the surf, nearly stepping on a washed up jellyfish. The photo was of you looking back at him, a smile frozen on your face.

 All of a sudden he felt a little uncomfortable being here. The two of you had a past, you had been married, then divorced. Was it even possible for you to be friends after that?

You interrupted his train of thought, reentering the room.

“Sorry about that. We're negotiating this contract and the client’s convinced that if we're not working around the clock the deal will fall through.”

He stood up. 

“Then maybe I should go.”

You shook your head. “Don’t be silly.”

“No (Name). I mean…I don’t think this is appropriate.”

You furrowed your brow in confusion. “What isn’t appropriate?”

“This. Us. Shit. This isn’t weird for you? Us hanging out.”

“No,” you simply answered. “Is it weird for you?”

No. It had been as easy as reciting the alphabet. But it scared him, and he didn’t want to drag you back into his increasingly fucked up world. Not when you were doing so well. 

“No,” he uncertainly answered. “It’s normal.”

“And being normal with me is a readjustment?” you concluded.

He sighed in defeat. 

You took a step towards him. “Hiromi. I understand that our relationship is different from what it used to be. But I’m always here for you if you need someone to talk to.”

“But you don’t have to be, is what I’m trying to say.”

“I want to be,” you assured him.

And just like that he was readjusted. 

~

After Hiromi had calmed down you ordered Chinese takeout and put on The Graduate.

“I thought you said this movie is pretentious.”

“It is but it’s easy to enjoy when you're not watching it with a pretentious person,” you retorted. 

“Just for that I’m taking the last soup dumpling.”

~

The movie wrapped up with Benjamin and Elaine running away together. Joyously laughing as the bus drove off, only to slowly realize the massive mistake they had made. 

As Simon and Garfunkel played them off Hiromi asked a question. 

“Why didn’t it work out?”

“They were young and stupid,” you concluded.

“No, us,” he clarified.

You stabbed the fried rice with your chopstick. “For the exact same reason. We were still in school, convinced we’d make a difference, too naive to think out the long term.”

“And this is it?” he asked.

You sighed. “I’m afraid so.”

You set the takeout box on the coffee table next to your empty scotch glasses and faced your ex husband. 

“Do you think if we had met later in life, things would be different?”

“I’m not sure,” he truthfully answered. “We always wanted different things so maybe not.”

He cleared his throat, not sure if he should continue. “But even if it didn’t work out. I still don’t regret being with you.”

You gave him a soft smile. “Neither do I.”

He leaned back against the couch and looked up at the ceiling. “(Name). I have no idea what I’m going to do. Even if they let me keep practicing I can’t keep going like this.”

It was draining him. At this rate he wouldn’t even make it to forty.

“Maybe, a change of environment?” you suggested.

He lifted his head to look at you. “My firm has a pretty big dedication to pro bono work. You could still do what you're doing on the side with more funds and a lighter workload.”

Working in private corporate law? It was almost impossible to imagine himself with a secretary and expensive lunch meetings. 

Before he could respond you spoke again. “I know how you feel about private interests and you will have to see those types of things up close. But promise me you’ll think about it.”

After a moment an earth shattering realization hit him.

Damn. He was falling for you again. And he wasn’t sure what to do about it.

For the first time in his life he wasn’t sure about anything.

“Yes, I’ll definitely think about it.”

~

Hiromi got home at around two in the morning. 

You had offered to let him stay in your guest bedroom but he had politely declined, afraid of what the two of you under one roof could lead to. 

He was about to collapse into bed when his phone rang. 

“Hello?” he answered.

“Hiromi?” Shimizu answered on the other end. “Thank goodness you're awake.” 

“Yeah,” he replied. “What can I do for you?”

“I was working late at the office when I got the fax. Some interns messed up so it came in later than it should have.” 

“What?”

“You’ll have to meet with hr but your back. They’re letting you keep your license.”

“...Really?”

“Your record worked in your favor. And who else would work as hard as you do for such crappy pay?”

Shimizu didn’t get a response back.

“Hiromi?”

“That’s great. Really…but I need some time to think.”

“About what?”

“What’s best for me.”

Your smile came back to him.

He had a lot to figure out. 

It was a little late in life for him to be thinking about new jobs and new relationships. Maybe he was being rash. But he didn’t care. 

Better late than never.

~

The End.

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[wol-fica]

-ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝-

summary - during a kiss scene between you and emma myers, jenna gets a little too jealous for her own good

warnings - movie kiss, yelling, pushing into chair, angry! jenna x apologetic! reader, implied sex but you won’t see that ;), not proofread

an - i’ll be honest, i accidentally posted the first half of this so if you saw that, you didn’t 👀

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Jenna was pissed, and that was an understatement. She was infuriated with the idea of having to watch you, her girlfriend, get all kissy with Emma.

Don’t get her wrong, Jenna absolutely adores both of you and she cares very dearly about your well being. But that doesn’t stop her from having feelings of jealousy and anger when your lips were locked with her own best friends.

“And, cut! Lunch break!” Tim shouted as the crew started to disperse.

Jenna watched as you and Emma exited the room together, and she didn’t miss the way her friend’s eyes were glued to you. Jenna’s face had anger written all over it, which is why most of the cast and crew stayed away from her while they ate. All, except for you.

See, you were quite an oblivious person when it came to someone being mad. Wether they were mad at you or whatever else, you always seemed to miss that factor. So when the time came for you to go eat lunch with your girlfriend, her demeanor slipped right past you.

“Hi love, how are you?” You asked, completely unaware of Jenna’s fowl mood.

“I’m great.” She hissed, stabbing her lettuce aggressively.

You paused, mouth open, waiting to eat a part of your sandwich. Why did she sound mad? Was it something I did? Did someone tick her off? All these questions ran through your mind, causing you to stay silent as you wondered which one was the best to ask.

“Thanks for asking.” She said, getting up to throw away what was left of her lunch.

You winced when the sound of her trash getting slammed into the trash can echoed through the lunch room. All eyes were on you in an instant, and you knew you had to go get your girl.

You hurriedly stuffed your sandwich in your mouth before running after your girlfriend, chucking your trash on the way. Soon, you had caught up to her, as she was kinda slow and didn’t prefer to run.

“Jenna!” You called, out of breath from running after her.

She turned to you, silently staring you down as you took a second to breathe. Once you were finished you stood up to speak properly to her, but before you could get a word out, she dragged you into a nearby tent.

The room was pretty much empty, besides a few chairs and a couch. It was seemingly just a relaxing room for the crew but everyone had vacated to the lunch hall to eat.

“Jenna.” You repeated as she pulled you inside.

“Hush.” She growled, roughly pushing you into a chair.

She faced you with a fury that you vowed to never want to see again. Her eyes were ablaze with anger while her hands were clenching and unclenching into fists. You gulped, afraid of what she had to say.

“I am furious Y/N, if you couldn’t tell.” She said, pacing around in front of you.

“I could, can I ask why?”

She whipped around, slamming her hands on the chairs arm rests. Her face got incredibly close to yours while her knees pressed up against your own.

“I am jealous.”

You scoffed, causing her to raise an eyebrow as if to test her.

“Jealous about what? Me kissing Emma?” You shook your head, now not afraid of how Jenna was acting, “It was nothing personal and you know that.”

“I really don’t, especially since she could keep her goddamn eyes off of you. She was practically fucking you in her mind!” She shouted, now pacing around again.

“So what if she was? I don’t have any feelings for her!” You defended, standing up as well.

“How am I supposed to know that?!”

You stopped, mouth agape at your girlfriend’s statement. She was staring dead at you know, tears beginning to fill her eyes.

“How am I supposed to know if you won’t leave me? How am I supposed to know if i’m good enough?” Jenna said, now practically crying.

“Oh honey.” You said sadly, rushing forward to comfort her.

She let out a sob as you enveloped her in your arms, leaning into your warm embrace. She cried on your shoulder, probably ruining her makeup in the process but neither of you cared at that point.

“I know you have insecurities, but I promise you I am not going anywhere.” You whispered, planting a kiss to her hair.

“You promise?” She hiccuped, shaking slightly from crying.

“Pinkie promise.” You replied, linking your fingers.

She giggled but stayed close to you, relishing your warmth. Her eyes met yours, and she began to lean in. Your lips met, salty from crying but not repulsive. The way her hands wound into your hair and tugged lightly, made you want to take her right here in this tent. A soft moan exited your mouth as she gently scratched your scalp with her nails.

“Is my baby all needy now?” Jenna cooed, pulling you to her shoulder as she massaged your head.

All you could do was groan in defeat, melting into her embrace. Jenna always had a way with you, and she always knew what buttons to push and pressure points to pinch when it came to making you submit to her.

“I think you deserve a punishment for being so naughty.” She whispered before pushing you back into the chair and starting to undo your tie.

What a long lunch it will be for you.

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[justallihere]

GIRLIE YOU BETTER BE READY TO READ THIS ESSAY!!!!!!

I love how sentient the shadows are in this chapter. Its like they have a mind of their own and I'm here for it. Those shadows are hers now, not Xadens LMAO Mira's eye is going to twitch every time she sees them hanging around her baby sister

so satisfying we got to read how Pierce screamed to death and Xaden needed to relive that memory to keep himself in check

Vi basically kicking Mira out and admitting the room is also his??? I bet X was jumping for joy when he heard that

X is literally ready to shut down/hurt anyone who remotely upsets his wife. He has no fucks to give, doesn't care if it's her bsf, sister, or brother. anyone can be on his shit list and on the flip side, make her happy and he will do whatever that person asks lmao

SO MUCH PHYSICAL TOUCH IM CRYING

The hair conversation had my heart aching, X affirming that its V's body and its okay to be upset about the prospect of it being cut against her will!!!! (wonder if V is getting whiplash from the venin convo and how ppl took away her autonomy bc it's her body, her signet, her choices)

I can't even imagine the bickering that X and Tairn were having and how tired Sgayel must have been listening to these two

Did X's heart break when V thought she wasn't worth it and wouldn't come to save her? Liam really did keep her going and was so confident that X would save HER

She’d misunderstood him once before on this, and he couldn’t let her again

SOBBING!!!! THEY TOUCHED FOREHEADS. Honestly, that can be so much more intimate/impactful than a kiss imo

“Like. . .” He turned his head just enough so that his nose skimmed her cheek. “Everything has shifted since I met you. You are the center of my world—you’re the thing I orbit around. Of course I would come for you. I would do anything for you. You’re everything to me, Vi.”  “Don’t—“ A choked sob got caught in her throat. “Don’t say that.”  “Why? It’s the truth

“I love you, Violet Sorrengail,” he admitted. “I’m in love with you. You can’t get rid of me, in this life or any other. I’ll follow you through them all.” 

In every universe, they are soulmates. I will die on that hill!!! That thing in my chest ACHED when I read this part. I think I've re-read it at least 5 times 😭😭😭😭 He finally said I LOVE YOU TO HER. He didnt and wouldn't allow any room for misunderstanding!!!!! Its all on V now!!! and thats okay!!! X will be patient bc he loves her

Was this the chapter where he kisses her forehead and wipes her tears away 🥺 I love them so much, your honor

HE GOT TO SLIP HIS HAND UNDER HER SHIRT!!!!!! UGH MY HEART I CAN'T WITH THEM

Rhi is so snarky and I love her for it. She might be X's #1 hater (Mira is up there) and I am here for it. I hope we get to see these two bicker

WALK HIM LIKE A DOG SIS, WALK HIM LIKE A DOG

He would do whatever she asked

Xaden is so soft in this chapter and I love you for showing this side of him

He caught her as she buried her face against his shoulder. “Hi, Sloane,” he said gently. 

Everyone loves/fears Vi more than him and X is fully aware and okay with it

“Is that my entry fee?” Xaden asked dryly. “My wife?” 

I feel like everyone is going to be hovering around Vi once she is up and walking around (We all know Xaden is going to LITERALLY be her shadow)

Imogen and the one kitchen lady (forget her name) will be constantly feeding her and fretting that shes gotten too thin and needs to eat.

In summary: FOREHEAD KISSES GALORE, THE CUDDLING, X finally sleeping bc his wife is safe and home?????

you are amazing and i love this fic and you <3

I am always ready for all of your comments let’s do this

Mira has been around Xaden and Violet for two seconds and she’s over it. Like why is he looking at her baby sister that way? Why does Violet like it? Why is she defending him? Make it stop!!

Violet didn’t want anything to do with Pierce’s death, she just wanted to go home, but Xaden enjoyed it for sure

Listen Xaden doesn’t care. Has never cared. Won’t ever care. If anyone upsets Violet, their relationship to her is inconsequential, he won’t let it happen 😭

Xaden is about to learn the hard way that it’s Violet’s body and choice when she starts doing shit he doesn’t want her to do. Start praying for him

Sgaeyl having to intervene between Xaden and Tairn was NOT on her bingo card and yet here she is. Mediating fights between her mate and her rider over some tiny human she won’t even admit she likes

The forehead touch! The forehead kiss! The love confession! Xaden touching her skin directly to ground them both! I’m unwell!

Thank you ily 🩷🩷🩷

#storm in the quiet

[ladylooch]

Bestie! A blurb night! Can I have some angst? Maybe that Nico & Timo fight we talked about? Or maybe Timo mad at his parents again? Or whatever you want 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 💕🍻

The way I was craving angst and you delivered 😘

“Later.” Jack Hughes tosses up the peace sign to Nico and I as he heads out of the locker room. We both wave back in acknowledgement. Nico glances over his shoulder at me, then goes back to tying his shoes.

“You still good to give me a ride?” I ask Nico, running a hand through my wet hair to push it back into place.

“Depends.” 

“On?” He stands to his full height.

“What the fuck your problem is?” Nico is visibly seething- eyes darkening, jaw clenched, shoulders tight with tension. I strap my watch back on my wrist. With Jack gone, everyone else has left. I was receiving treatment after practice in the form of an intense sports massage that included cupping. Deep, maroon circles line my upper body as a reminder.

“Ah…” I trail off, looking back at my brother in law’s tense face. “I’m not sure. Wanna let me in on it?”

“I can’t believe you. Standing there acting like you don’t know how much you’re hurting my sister.” I drop my hand to the side, scrunching my eyebrows together. Em and I had a good morning before I left. We were tangled up together until Lio woke up. Then we brought him into our bed for family snuggles. Lio is loving Em’s pregnant belly and talking with his little sister.

“What?” I blink. “Nico.. I don’t know-”

“Asshole!” He yells, coming up on me and shoving me hard in the middle of my chest. I stumble back a few feet, stunned. He goes to shove me again. This time, I defend myself, bringing my hands up.

“Nico, bro. What the fuck.” I bat his next shove away. “Dude, I don’t want to hurt you. Just talk to me.”

“I’m going to hurt you.” A small scoff falls from my lips.

“Do you know how to fight?”

“You’re about to find out how much I know about fighting.” I side step another swing.

“Nico!” I yell, trying to snap him out of his angry trance. “What is going on?” I wave my hands out to the side, gesturing for him to explain.

“I heard Em talking with Lex last night about the shit you’re pulling on Instagram. She gave you Lio. Now, she’s growing your daughter. And you repay her by sending dick picks on Instagram!?” He is bellowing by the end.

“Wha-”

The whole word doesn’t get out of my mouth before he swings at my face. His fist knocks me across my left cheek and nose. Pain explodes from my face immediately. My eyes water as I look back at him in anger.

“Nico! Fuck.” I gingerly touch my nose. I’m pretty sure it’s broken… again. Now I’m pissed. I was holding back because my wife would not appreciate me throwing hands at her brother. But fuck it. I reach out, knocking Nico hard upside the head when he tries to swing again. I point a finger at him as he moans in pain. “That’s a warning shot. Hit me again and I’ll break your fucking nose. Ouch. Fuck!” I touch my nose again, seeing the bright, red blood collect on my finger tips. 

I walk over to the trainer’s table where cups, tape and towels are collected. I grab a towel, putting it against my bleeding face. I turn back to Nico who is huffing and puffing, looking like his anger is building back up.

“What are you talking about? I’ve never sent dick pics on Instagram. She said that?” I’m so confused. Again, she didn’t mention anything about this and I’m obviously not doing that. I’m too busy trying to get between my wife’s thighs to even think about anyone else.

“Yeah! She said it last night when she was picking Lio up.” He starts walking towards me. 

“Stay over there.” I hold my free hand up, then dig in my pocket for my phone. I press on Emma’s contact.

“Hi daddy!” She exclaims on the second ring. Thank God because Nico is almost next to me again. “Are you on your way? Your babies are hungry.” 

“Well, hopefully soon. But your brother has me cornered in the locker room right now because he thinks I’m cheating on you.”

“What?” She chuckles. Glad she finds this amusing when I can feel every pulse of my heart in my nose and eyes.

“Yeah. He said he heard you talking about it last night.”

“Oh! Ha!” She laughs again, louder this time. “Yeah, I was telling Lexi about my dream.”

“Awesome.” I murmur. “Well, I’m going to be a little longer because your brother broke my nose, punching me in the face to defend your honor.” She gasps.

“Nico! What the hell is wrong with you!” 

“I.. I’m sorry! I thought…”

“Does that sound like Timo? God he can’t even go two day without trying to get his hands in my pants, even 8 months pregnant! He’s obsessed with me!”

“Well, I don’t know! All I heard was what you said when I was walking down the stairs!” 

“I turned to you and smiled to greet you! You think I would smile if that was real! No! I’d be screaming and running after Timo with a knife.”

“Wait what…” I say with concern.

“Baby, you cheat on me, I will cut you.” 

“What family did I marry into?” I mutter, looking at my brother-in-law who’s face is twisted into embarrassment. “Alright, we will talk more about that when I get home.” I tell my wife. “ I love you.” 

“I love you. I’m so sorry babe.”

“Not your fault.” I mutter directing my stare at Nico.

“I’m sorry.” He says when I get off the phone. He holds his hands up in a truce. “I… Yeah.”

“You think I’d do that to her?” Nico shakes his head no immediately. “She is my entire world. Our babies too.” 

“I know. I’m really sorry. I’ll grab Ryan.” He murmurs of the assistant athletic trainer who is still in the building.

I pull the towel away, looking at the massive clot on the white fabric. I scrunch my nose, then wiggle it a bit side to side. It probably isn’t actually broken, but I’m going to be sporting a black eye or two. Ryan concurs when he gives me a once over, but says it will be clearer tomorrow once some swelling goes down. He plugs my nose and gives me an ice pack to keep on my face for the ride home.

“At least Em likes you with a broken nose” Nico laughs, trying to ease the tension as he drives me home. I am leaning my head back, eyes closed, icing my face as he hits the freeway. A headache is beginning to pound against my forehead.

“She wasn’t with me last time someone broke my nose.”

“Oh yeah… Guess I forget with how much she always kisses your scars.” I smile, a soft laugh bouncing my shoulders.

“Yeah, she makes Lee do it now too.” 

“So in a way, you should thank me. Now, you’ll get more kisses from your babies.”

“I will absolutely not be doing that…. Asshole.”

#TM: Loving & Leaving #What my world spins around AU

[specialinterestshows]

As promised, chapter two of my Damian Priest x Finn Balor fic Tryst Of Fate. 🖤

Warnings for this section: Lying, guilt, nipple play

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Tryst Of Fate (Part 2/3): The High Priestess

Intuition, divine truth, sensitivity /

Harm, secrets, hidden agenda

It was having to lie to the rest of the Judgment Day; that was, without a doubt, the worst part of keeping his relationship with Finn a secret, Damian thought to himself.

It wasn’t that Damian couldn’t lie; he could - better than most of his faction realized. The real issue was that a big part of him felt awful, lying to family.

“Time to start training for our next tag-team match,” he said casually, a pang of guilt hitting him as he waved Finn over to where he stood in the locker room.

“Right after a show?” Rhea asked, having wanted to wind down and check in with everyone.

“Hey, we’re already warmed up,” Damian pointed out, keeping his eagerness carefully hidden, “And we’ll have free rein of the gym.”

He was, in part, telling the truth - he had spent many a time in an empty gym with Finn during his off hours, but they usually weren’t training.

“Do you need any-“ JD cheerily started to offer.

“We’re good,” Damian immediately insisted, trying not to sound as exasperated as he felt.

“Just don’t overwork yourselves,” Rhea sighed, worry not quite leaving her face.

“Yeah, take it easy,” Dominik agreed, imitating Damian with a failed attempt at matching his low baritone - making Rhea laugh, relaxing as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“I’ll just… see everyone later then,” JD sighed, excited demeanor turning defeated as he watched Damian and Finn leave in one direction, then turned to see Rhea and Dominik leaving in the opposite direction.

“Tengo ganas de ti,” Damian growled in Finn’s ear moments later, once they had closed the gym door behind them. Damian didn’t bother with the lights as he turned the other man to face him and pinned him roughly against the wall.

“I’m not gonna stop you, love,” Finn breathed, his eyes glimmered in the faint light peeking in from the hallway.

Any residual guilt Damian might have been feeling about lying dissipated when his lips made contact with Finn’s, rough and passionate. He’d been wanting to grab Finn’s face and kiss him all night - especially when he watched his brilliant smile light up the ring. The things he would do just to see that man smile…

An insistent buzz came from Finn’s back pocket. Feeling Finn’s body shift to try and check his phone, Damian freed his lips and gripped his boyfriend tighter.

“Leave it,” he ordered, pulling up Finn’s shirt to play with his nipples and grinning when Finn’s moans drowned out the vibrations.

Unfortunately, a few seconds after Finn’s phone stopped ringing, Damian’s started.

“Could be important,” Finn breathed, concern showing on his face. What if the other members of the Judgment Day were in trouble and needed backup?

Damian let out a heavy sigh, glancing at Dominik’s silly grin on his screen before tapping the green button underneath and putting the phone to his ear.

“Aló?”

“No tienen sed?” Dominik asked, making Damian pull away from Finn slightly to look around, paranoid.

“Que?” he wanted to make sure he wasn’t revealing too much by jumping to conclusions.

“Parking lot was crowded, so Mami and I went back to the locker room to… pues, tú sabes. And, um, it looks like you both left your water bottles.”

Damian felt his stomach drop at the realization. He was always the one reminding everyone to hydrate and was almost never without a water bottle. In fact, he made a point to make everyone drink water before and after each match.

Mind racing, he cleared his throat before replying, “Guess we got too caught up with defending our tag titles.”

“Let me bring them to the gym for you-“ Dominik began to offer.

“No need,” Damian cut him off, scrambling for a scrap of reasoning to keep Dom away, “We’ll get water from the fountain. You two just enjoy having the locker room to yourselves, entiendes?”

“Gracias, ‘mano,” Dominik chuckled and Rhea’s voice muttered something in the background before Dom made a noise and ended the call with, “Gottagobye!”

A sigh of relief left Damian as he took the phone away from his ear, setting it aside before pulling Finn into his arms again.

Unbeknownst to Damian, Dominik still had a feeling that something else was going on - he just wasn’t sure what, exactly.

[end part two of three]

Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/738356137723887616/tryst-of-fate-part-33-judgment

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[annonniiiiieeeee]

Okay, I just wanna think that the Tmnt fam sees Usagi loving Leo that they call him a simp. And Usagi is confused as to what a simp means, and ask Leo and the family. Leo is trying not to tell him as he doesn’t want to embarrass Usagi, but the fam are taking this opportunity to tease the couple. But I feel like I’m the end, Usagi is going to be like “Yes, I am a simp for Leo-chan” which makes Leo blush a lot

Two of my friends have the cutest relationship where he will do little things for her and she will look this man in the eyes and say “simp” and he just smiled back and says “only for you” so yes this prompt is a winner.

Everyone was hanging out in the lair. They were in the living room watching one of the Lou Jitsu movies. Gen and Kitsune were fully invested in the story but Usagi was a little distracted. Leo was siting next to him, they were leaning against each other with their hands interlocked. Leo’s eyes were on the screen but he was leaning further into Usagi’s side. He could feel a minor shake in Leo’s body.

“Are you cold Leonardo-chan?” He whispered as quietly as he could. He didn’t want to ruin the story for the others but he also wanted to check in on his boyfriend. Leo looked over at him a little surprised that he had noticed.

“A little but it’s okay. I’m not freezing.” Leo had dealt with far worse before and it honestly wasn’t to bad, but Usagi knew him well. After the prison dimension Leo hated being cold, leaning against Usagi’s warm body normally helped a lot.

Usagi looked around the room. “Is there a blanket in here? I’ll grab one for you.” Leo smiled at his boyfriend before squeezing their joined hands. Usagi turned back to look at him giving him his attention.

“Thank you Usa-chan but I don’t need one.” Leo tried to reassure his boyfriend that he would be okay, the room wasn’t to cold.

Usagi brow furrowed as he met Leo’s eyes. “I know you don’t need one but do you want one? I don’t mind getting one if it makes you more comfortable.” Usagi knew Leo often down placed his own wants think that they inconvenienced those who cared about him. Usagi never wanted Leo to feel like an inconvenience to him. Leo stared at his boyfriend for a second before smiling at the care his boyfriend was showing him. He then nodded his head behind Usagi.

“We keep the blankets in the basket to your right.” He did want one and he also knew Usagi wouldn’t drop this. Besides they could lay it around both of them and snuggle a little bit. It was an all around win for him. Usagi smiled brightly getting up to grab the blanket. He took a bit longer then Leo thought he would but he returned shortly with what Leo knew to be the softest blanket they kept in there.

“Sorry I wanted to grab a nice one.” Usagi said to excuse his tardiness as he draped the blanket around Leo’s shoulders. Leo was touched that Usagi had spent the time to find a nice blanket rather then just grabbing the first one. They were all good blankets but the thought and action were still sweet. Leo smiled at his boyfriend and he lifted the side of the blanket for Usagi to come and cuddle with him underneath it. As Usagi moved they heard a scoff behind them.

“And here I thought Leo would be the simp in the relationship, but apparently I was wrong.” They turned to see Donnie and April who were sitting behind them on the couch. April was elbowing Donnie for the comment but she also seemed to be giggling at it. “What you know I’m not wrong.” Donnie defended himself to her.

Leo’s face had turned red, he hadn’t realized his siblings were listening to their conversation. He wasn’t embarrassed by Usagi, he hadn’t done anything wrong but Leo didn’t need his siblings running commentary on his relationship.

“Your joking right Usagi’s clearly a way bigger simp. Have you not seen some of the things he gets for Leo.” Mikey add his two cents in to the conversation. April pointed at him and nodded her head in agreement with his statement.

“What’s a simp?” Oh no, Leo turned to face his boyfriend who was looking at his family with his head tilted in confusion.

“It doesn’t matter.” He tried to excuse the word as he didn’t want Usagi to be embarrassed. He didn’t know how Usagi would feel if he knew the context of the word.

“Yes it does.” Gen countered fully invested in the conversation. Leo looked around and it seemed everyone was now taking part of this conversation. The movie had even been paused so that it wasn’t a distraction. The movie had been paused. They never do that. “Besides Kitsune and I know this relationship best, we should determine who’s the simp.” Gen continued on with Kitsune nodding her agreement, oblivious to the horror building in Leo. “So what is a simp?”

Oh okay, they were doing this. Maybe he could get ahead of it if he explained. He started to open his mouth but Cassie beat him to it.

“It’s some one bends over backwards for their partner.” Well at least that definition wasn’t to mean.

“Someone who’s super in love or obsessed with their partner that they do what ever they tell them.” Mikey chimed in. Leo didn’t know if that definition was better or worse.

“It’s kinda of a mean. Saying that the person stopped doing the things they want or they used to for their partner.” Raph tried to describe it.

“It’s short for simpleton. Meaning dumb.” Donnie commented getting a glare for Leo and another elbow in the ribs from April.

“More in that they are so in love they act dumb sometimes.” April tried to salvage Donnie’s definition and Leo was endlessly grateful for her.

“So wait. Let me see if I understand. It’s someone who love and admires their partner to the point of valuing their partners needs and comforts above their own. And sometime does stupid thing because their in love.” Usagi repeated back his understanding of the word. He paused and waited for it to be confirmed or denied.

“Err yes but in an insulting way.” Donnie confirmed his definition while also trying to think about how to explain it as an insult.

“But why is that an insult?” Kitsune asked. “If both members of the relationship act that way isn’t that a healthy and loving relationship? I mean if only one behaves that way and the other person is awful I can see why it’s a bad thing but why insult the person trying to have a good relationship.”

“Kitsune’s right. I don’t understand how it’s an insult.” Usagi said before turning back to Leo. “Of course I’m a simp for Leonardo-chan. I love him and I want him to be happy.” He smiled warmly at Leo, something Leo returned before Usagi continued with his comment. “We wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t”

“What do you mean?” Casey asked also fascinated by the conversation. He had heard the word thrown around sometimes in the resistance but the people around him didn’t have a lot of relationships for him to observe.

Usagi leaned to meet Casey’s eyes before explaining. “If I didn’t value Leonardo-chan’s wants and needs we’d still be at the Tenshu. It was Leonardo-chan who wanted to return to New York. I followed because I love him.”

“Ya Bunny Butt was going to leave us behind as well.” Gen commented folding his arms sending his now sheepish brother a playful glare. “Which I believe solidifies him as the bigger simp. Now can we watch the movie again.” Gen’s comment got Raph to hit play again.

“Oh ya you guys are going to love this Lou Jitsu is about to enter the ladder factory.” Raph exclaimed as they started the movie up again. As everyone’s attention turned back to the film Leo leaned against Usagi again, their blanket draped around their shoulders. Leo interlinked their fingers resting his head on Usagi’s shoulder.

“Hey Usa-chan?” He whispered keeping his voice low this time as he didn’t want this conversation over heard. Usagi seemed to understand and let out a quite hum to let Leo know he was listening. “Do you ever wish you were back at the Tenshu?” Leo worries about it sometimes and Usagi casually bring up such a big sacrifice made him think about it again.

Usagi sighed and leaned his head on top of Leo’s. “There are times I miss home. I never thought I would leave my home land I had a life planned out there.” He could feel Leo tensing against him and he gently squeezed his partners hand. “But I wouldn’t give you up for anything. You live and breath your family, you need them to be happy. I just need you and the people I care about. The location doesn’t matter to me, you do.” He could feel Leo relax against him and he decided to tease him a little. “Does that make me a simp?” He still didn’t fully understand the word but he had a feeling it would get a smile out of Leo.

Leo chuckled and curled closer to him. “Very much so. But it’s okay I’m a simp for you to.”

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[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Find the word tag game

Thanks @hippiewrites for the tag! I've missed this game.

Rules: find the words I give you in your WIPs then tag some people with your own words!

My words: water, fire, ground, sky

Your words: star, moon, sun, space

Tagging @gracehosborn @theelfauthor @eccaiia @reneesbooks @ceph-the-ghost-writer @buffythevampirelover @thepeculiarbird @jezifster @mjjune @ohnomybreadsticks @sarahlizziewrites @sarandipitywrites and anyone else :)

See below the cut to read about Lexi paying way too much attention to people (just as the plot gets started), a mini argument about how to tell a bad joke, a bunch of brothers shocking each other with electricity, and the first scene of Carmen as a child (sad, cute...idk you decide what it is)

Water - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

“Do you know what Gwen, Rose, and Noelle’s last periods are?” Ash asked. “Gwen has science, Rose: art, and Noelle has… math,” I answered. “How do you know these things?” Ash asked as she rolled the sleeves up of her red flannel. “Like, you have everyone’s schedule memorized!” “Pfft, no I don’t.” I waved hello to Julian Austin as he ran by. “Really? What’s Julian’s fourth period?” Ash asked. I pushed open the door with my shoulder, pausing briefly to think. “Gym.” “See?” Ash pointed out. “What can I say? I’m observant,” I said as the exhaust from the buses caused my eyes to water. “Ugh, I’ve never been picked up over here before. Why can’t your stepmom pick us up in the parent pick-up?” “I dunno, Lexi, I’m just following orders.” “It seems weird,” I said looking at her as I turned around the corner of the school. “Like—ah!” My boot got caught on the grass, causing my feet to slip. I tumbled onto the ground and dropped my violin, the “oof!” that followed indicating Ash tripped over the sturdy case.

Fire - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Akash POV)

“Hey, guys.” Parker flicked his hand, summoning his remaining breakfast to his newly-picked table on light current of air. “What’s up?” “Me,” I said, causing Robbie to snicker. “Are we still on for practice today?” “Uh, yeah of course,” said Parker as Wade joined our table. “Your joke sucked. You’re sitting down. We’ll have to work on that.” “Is part of being an air-molecule-manipulating person good humor?” “I thought it was until you came.” “Give him a break, Parker.” “He made a bad joke, Wade! What am I supposed to say.” I ate my bowl-innards so I didn’t have to reply. Yeah, it was a bad joke, but it was the anti-humor that made it funny! “The fact that it was bad made it good,” Robbie defended. I smiled smugly at Parker through my cereal-filled mouth. Thanks, Robbie. “Humor is a subjective but meticulous craft,” said Parker. “The joke needs to make sense to be funny, and considering that you are not up, it doesn’t make sense.” “But I’m a flyer,” I protested. “That’s the logic.” “You said it when you were down!” Parker protested. “That would be like Jazlyn saying, ‘I’m so hot!’ when she’s not on fire!” “I’m gay, but Jazlyn’s objectively hot,” said Wade. “Totally not the point,” said Parker. “You’re taking this too seriously.” Parker laughed, throwing his head back. “Serious? Me?! That’s a first. Could you tell that to Mrs. Holladay? Besides, I’m just helping the kid out.” “You’re, like, two years older than me,” I pointed out. “Regardless, I’m helping you out. Watch, I’ll make your joke work.” In a fast yet graceful move, Parker thrust his hands out and up in a swooshing movement, causing a gust of wind to suddenly lift me out of my seat and a handful of yards in the air.

Ground - from School of the Legends, Year One

Tierney was jolted awake that morning in two ways. The first jolt was from Jarred rapidly knocking on the door to his room. The second was a literal jolt of static shock from the friction his body caused from sliding against both the fitted sheet beneath him, as well as the duvet covering him, when he jumped from the first jolt. He yelped at both, causing Jarred to laugh from outside the door. Tierney scrambled out of bed and practically ran to the door--bare feet sliding on the hardwood floors--threw the door open, and jabbed his finger into Jarred’s side, causing Jarred to let out a rather embarrassing “eep!” as the static shock pierced through his cotton clothes, and he jumped back, almost falling over when his feet slipped on the carpet beneath him. Now it was Tierney’s turn to laugh. Jarred regained his balance and pointed a finger at Tierney as a mock threat. “You’re dead.” “Not if I kill you first!” Tierney said, jumping out at Jarred, who bolted down the hall. Tierney followed his brother with his hand outstretched, making extra sure to drag his feet on the carpet to keep up the static, even if it slowed his pace. Jarred turned a corner and made an “oof!” sound as he ran into Ritchie--both falling over, causing Tierney to trip over both of them and crash to the ground.

Sky - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Carmen POV)

I stared down at my scuffed sneakers as I slowly swung back and forth on the swing, my eyes fixed on a tiny winged bug on a flower. I tilted my head slightly, seeming to get a new perspective on how the sun reflected off the shimmering wings. A caterfly. That’s what it was. A small gust of wind blew across the grass in front of me, rippling gently through my clothes, and rocking the flower back and forth. With a flitter of its wings, the caterfly hopped off the flower. My gaze followed it as it flew off in the bright summer sky. It was free. “Hey,” a familiar voice said, causing me to look back down. A smile found its way on my face. “Hey, Atsila,” I said as she hopped in the swing beside me. “How was your APTA test?” “Amazing!” Atsila cried, brushing her red hair out of her face, her dark eyes shining. “It’s one of the rare ones!” “Really?” I asked, fully interested, though attempting to correct my swing so it was in tandem with Atsila’s. She was too small to reach the ground with her feet, but being significantly taller, I was able to have control of my speed. “Yeah! Umbra— Umbrakin— Shadow manipulation!” “Umbrakinesis?” I offered. “Yeah! That’s it!” We squealed. “Atsila, that’s amazing!” “I know, right? I can be the most powerful girl at school! And you can—” she trailed off. “Carmen, I’m sorry. I—” “No,” I interrupted her. “It’s fine.” Only five and a half months had passed since I found out I was Inutil. It was long enough to cope. At least, for me to cope. I was proud of Atsila for getting such a rare power. No, proud wasn't the right word. She didn’t do anything to get it. Happy for her. That was what I was.

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[bloompompom]

Puzzles - Chapter 16

Completed, multi-chapter fic (16/24)

Pairing: eren jaeger x female reader

Want to start from the beginning? Find Chapter 1 here.

Word count: ~5k

Chapter summary: it doesn't take long for the birthday trip to have its first casualties.

Content warnings throughout this fic: explicit sexual content, explicit language, alcohol/drug use. reader discretion advised.

You returned downstairs to find your friends cozied up together on the couch. The way they rested face-to-shoulder against one another almost reminded you of a sitcom. Well, for Connie, it was a bit more like face-to-trash can.

As promised, Eren carried your suitcase upstairs for you. You couldn’t help but admire the sight, just for a second. It was his attentive nature that always stuck with you the most. And it meant even more to you now that he was entirely yours.

You headed to the kitchen to finally get some coffee. The pot was still full. Everyone except you had the privilege of enjoying the coffees from McDonald’s. As you poured yourself a mug, you looked up and noticed Armin strolling in.

“I’m glad it’s not going to waste,” he said.

“Thanks for making it,” you said. “Eren spilled my coffee upstairs, and you know I can’t go a morning without it.”

You set the pot down and went to search through the refrigerator. It looked like the guys had bought some groceries. There wasn’t much besides a useless, eclectic mix of items. You expected nothing less from them. To your delight, there happened to be a jug of coffee creamer tucked into the side of the door.

“Some things never change, do they?” Armin laughed.

You thought over all the times when the two of you shared coffee in his kitchen, talking aimlessly over the sound of Eren snoring away on the couch. You joked, “Except I don’t have that silly MILF mug to fill up for you.”

“One: I never specifically asked you to use that mug. You started doing that all on your own,” Armin lightheartedly defended. “And two: that was a birthday gift from Eren and Connie. They would be mad if I got rid of it.”

“I guess I’ll just have to get you a MILF to-go cup to match.”

Armin let out a sigh of a chuckle, and you walked back to the main room together. You squeezed yourself between Mikasa and Sasha on the well-loved couch. The three of you were bundled up nicely under one of the many knitted blankets that littered the room.

The couch faced a large flatscreen T.V. that you would all surely watch movies on should the weather turn bleak. You could already hear the wind begin to pick up outside, snow pelting against the side of the cabin. Movie night might happen sooner than you thought.

Across the room, a cobblestone fireplace consumed the wall adjacent to the television. It was a grand sight – the type of fireplace that was straight out of your run-of-the-mill holiday movie. Woven bean bags were lined up before it, making it the ideal spot to warm up after a long day in the snow.

Without warning, Sasha flicked on the show she had you watch on that infamous game night. Jean and Connie let out simultaneous groans, and Sasha began to plead with them. “You just have to give it a few more episodes. I promise it gets good after that!”

They reclined into their seats, passively allowing her to leave the show on without further contention. After all, the two of them were still unable to move without feeling a throbbing in their temples.

Eren returned from your shared bedroom. You watched how his eyes dawdled over you. He wanted to sit near you, place himself on the ground below you, with your legs on either side of his body. He imagined how it would feel to have your fingers idly playing with his hair, just as you did that night in your bedroom, while you talked with your friends. He craved those easygoing moments and wanted nothing more than to feel casual about showing his affection for you without a second thought.

Wouldn’t that just be ideal?

Instead, Eren sat on the rug beside Armin like a coward. No, not like a coward. He told himself he was doing this out of the measly ounce of respect he held for Jean. That was an easier pill to swallow: pretending he was the righteous one in the situation rather than facing the fact that he was too spineless to put his heart on display for his friends.

Eren could already hear the annoying ‘aw’ sounds his friends would make if he were to do anything romantic with you. Just the thought of it made his stomach twist. It was the same feeling as when he noticed the endearing way Armin looked at him after his confession. It made him feel strangely pitied, as if they would all think, ‘Poor lovestruck Eren, bound to wind up heartbroken by his own doing.’

Eren wasn’t stupid. He knew his friends were most likely aware of what was happening. Hell, Armin’s screech in the car summarized the situation pretty well. Despite that, he still couldn’t pull his shit together and just be with you.

You weren’t stupid, either. You could practically read every thought that crossed Eren’s mind as he made the decision to sit beside Armin. While you knew he tended to get stuck in his head, you couldn’t ignore your own feelings about the situation. And frankly, it hurt.

You stared for a brief moment and then brought your attention down to your coffee. You held the warm ceramic mug between your hands, mindlessly boring your eyes into the pool of liquid as you sorted through your thoughts.

“Everything alright?”

You followed the voice, looking past Sasha to see Jean. He was leaning forward and staring at you with a concerned expression. “Something interesting happening in your coffee? Let me take a look.”

You chuckled, his lame attempt at getting you to smile somehow working. You lowered the mug into your lap. “Nope. Nothing happening here. I’m good.”

“Good. You had me worried there for a second. Thought Sasha might have told me the wrong creamer to buy. I know you like vanilla, but I asked her just to be safe.”

So, that was where the creamer came from.

“It’s perfect. Thank you,” you said. Jean smiled at you before returning to his relaxed position.

See? Everything with Jean was fine. Just like you told Eren. There was no reason for you to give your friend any space. Eren was just being his usual jealous self again, probably loathing that you would be around Jean for the weekend.

Eren was loathing that, actually. Every second of it as he watched Jean keep his eyes on you from across the couch. He loathed the way Jean made you giggle – that cute sort of giggle that you did. Most of all, he loathed himself for letting Jean be the one who cheered you up. Especially when he knew he was the one that brought you down.

Eren felt his teeth grind together as he tried his best to bite his tongue. He wanted to dump that goddamn creamer down the sink, but that would be a little over-the-top, even for him.

He just wished you would leave Jean alone. For both of their sanities.

It took almost the entire morning for the guys – minus Armin – to begin to feel like themselves again. Connie’s ever-chipper attitude finally returned in full force. Like a light switch, one moment he was clinging to the trash can, and then the next thing you knew, he was sprinting to the kitchen.

He made mimosas and screwdrivers for everyone, claiming that the hair of the dog was the only true hangover cure (your diner order begged to differ). Those that didn’t drink last night thoroughly enjoyed the morning pick-me-up. While Connie, confidence dwindling right before your eyes, winced and gagged as he tried to swallow the first sips of his drink.

And just as fast as Connie’s switch, the day turned into night. The cabin was filled with the welcoming yellowed lights of the lamps and candles scattered throughout the place. Frost kissed the window panes, and fluffy snow started to hide what little grass poked through.

The mellow atmosphere was shattered by the sharp sound of bottles cracking open in the kitchen. You listened to the familiar clinking of glass as your friends tossed back shots of whatever liquor they had purchased. It was nothing good. You were sure of that.

At last, everyone was together, and the first official night of celebration had begun. You could genuinely applaud your friends’ abilities to bounce back for an encore. They could never pass up the opportunity to let loose and escape from their daily lives – all consequences be damned.

You had your own shit you wanted to escape from. Eren’s weird, shifty attitude had been on your mind all day. Honestly, you were exhausted by it. Constantly prying this man’s emotions out of him was tiring. So, for once, you decided to let things be, and you drank as much as was necessary to get you to that point. Each pour tasted stronger than the last until they all started to go down like water.

Sasha drunkenly danced her way over to you. She flopped onto her stomach beside you on the couch. With her legs kicked into the air, she smushed her cheeks into her hands to hold her head upright.

“We should play truth or dare,” she offhandedly said. She immediately looked delighted by the idea. Her eyes traced over your face for any sign of affirmation.

“How old are we again?” You said it with a half-laugh because, really, when was the last time you played that game?

You didn’t budge an inch from your spot in the corner of the couch. You had wrapped yourself in an oversized blanket, and only your face poked out. The last thing you wanted was to play a game that called for you to leave your little burrito of drunken comfort.

“Hey.” Sasha shoved your arm. “Don’t act like you don’t love that game.”

“That was in middle school, Sash.”

“It was a game of truth or dare that landed you your first kiss, right?” Her once-innocent smile turned wicked. She held up a half-drunken bottle of hard cider from the floor, twirled it around, and her voice took on a sing-song tune. “Plus, we have this now. Who knows what trouble we can get up to?”

Her whimsy sucked you in – just a little. There was no way you could say no to her, not when she looked like that. “Alright.”

Overtaken with drunken giddiness, she leaped from the couch and skipped around to gather the crew. You could hear the groans and grumblings from your friends, mirroring the same attitude you held toward the childish game.

Eren was the first to join. When he caught sight of you, all swaddled in your blanket, he let out a laugh. He sat beside you, carelessly laying his arm along the back of the couch. You made note that he didn’t let his arm touch you directly.

“I was cold,” you defended.

His eyes crinkled at you while he continued his laughter. “Yeah. I can see that. Think you’ll survive the weekend?”

You stuck your tongue out at him. Before you knew it, he bent forward and pecked what little of your forehead was exposed. He leaned back just as quickly when he heard the echoing of his friends drawing closer.

You felt your stomach churn at the passing reminder that you were, in fact, dating. Even though it didn’t feel like it.

Eren had been a puzzle since you first met him, and somehow he was still even more of a mystery to you now. Which seemed impossible considering the two of you were closer than ever. Putting it mildly, you were bitter.

You pushed that feeling deep within you. It was a bad habit you were falling into but suppressing your feelings was easy for you – especially when alcohol was involved.

Eren peered around the blanket hoodie to see your face. He saw the way your eyes were glossy, lids blinking slower than usual. Your cheeks were flushed. Not with your typical cute blush but with the splotchy pattern of booze.

“How much have you had to drink?” he asked.

“I don’t know. A couple,” you muttered. You let your irritation show. While your voice was low, Eren could still make out the drawn-out and sedated tone.

“A couple what?”

“I don’t know.”

That was a lie. You did know. You drank some orange juice and vodka (Connie was pretty heavy-handed on that one). Then you had some orange juice and tequila (you were just as heavy-handed on that pour). Then tequila with a splash of soda. Then tequila straight – a few of those, actually. Then you downed whatever it was that Sasha made for you. It tasted like medicine.

Right now, it was just easier to say you didn’t know.

Eren sighed and said, “Just– just slow down a bit, alright?”

“Whatever you say, dad.” You would have saluted him again if your arms weren’t cocooned in your blanket.

Eren heaved in a sharp breath, and his nostrils flared when he did. He really didn’t care for the attitude you were giving him out of seemingly nowhere (in his opinion, that is). He was about to say something when his buddies started to pile into the living room at Sasha’s command.

Connie and Jean grabbed two bean bags from the far side of the room. They jumped into them and made themselves comfortable before the sorry show could begin. Mikasa sat on the other side of Eren with Armin on the floor just beside her leg. Sasha proudly stood in the middle of everyone, haphazardly explaining the rules of the game. Jean cut her off to remind her everyone had played truth or dare before.

“You’re no fun,” she whined before dropping to the floor.

The game started just fine. It was like a bunch of timid teens were playing. Armin unwillingly had to admit his secret crush on some girl you had never met. Annie, was it? Then Jean was dared to prank call his mother, rudely waking her up from her slumber. It was well past any parent’s bedtime, after all.

“She’s going to kill me,” Jean groaned when he hung up the phone. He ignored the giggles from his friends as they relished in his dismay.

The wholesome schtick only lasted a couple more rounds before things started to take a much different turn. It was only amplified by the fact that no one’s cups could stay empty long enough to take a breather.

“But, but, but,” Sasha plead. She was furiously shaking Mikasa by the shoulders. “Do I have to?”

Mikasa’s expression was unwavering. There was a steadfast smile on her lips, like she took pleasure in Sasha’s panic. She and Eren were too similar sometimes.

“C’mere!” Connie held his arms wide and made kissing noises. “Mama needs some sugar!”

Sasha squirmed in her seat. She inched toward Connie until she was just beside his bean bag. Her face contorted into a nasty expression, and she peeked out of just one eye. She pursed her lips together like she was about to kiss her grandmother, then placed them onto Connie’s mouth.

She dramatically recoiled and swatted at her face. “Gah!”

“Wanna ‘nother?” Connie slid from his bean bag to sit beside her. She promptly shoved him away with both hands. She was laughing even though the expression on her face read as utterly traumatized.

Eren chuckled at Connie’s boastful tone. “Don’t pretend like that wasn’t the most action you’ve gotten in months.”

Everyone – and you meant everyone – knew about Connie’s last hook-up. The only he still gets teary-eyed over whenever he drinks too much. You only learned about it at the diner, and you still hadn’t heard the end of it. You expected him to look wounded after Eren’s remark, but he wasn’t weepy this time. He took it as a challenge.

“Oh, yeah?” Connie’s eyes narrowed, darting between you and Eren. “I’m sure it’s farther than you two have one. Oh, wait, I forgot. You guys made out, didn’t you?”

It was technically a question, but he knew it as a fact. Connie was the only one who knew about it up until now. And, well, everyone else probably figured it out for themselves by this point.

Mikasa and Armin knew that Eren was head-over-heels for you because of his tendency to word vomit. Then, of course, Armin couldn’t help but spill the beans in the car, but Connie already had more than a hunch that something was up.

And somehow, Sasha was the only one left out of the loop.

“You guys kissed?” Sasha shouted. “When? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Your already sick stomach curdled when you realized every set of eyes had focused on you. Except for Jean. He was staring at the wall. You heard his characteristic grunt, and his jaw was just as clenched as your own. He really didn’t love the reminder about what was going on between you and Eren.

You chewed on the plastic brim of your cup and looked at Eren. He must have something to say, right? Anything. Please.

He only appeared to have blown off the comment with a shrug. Just under his breath, he said to himself, “We’ve done more than that.”

The comment was muffled enough that you weren’t sure if you were supposed to hear it. Knowing Eren, he probably wanted you to. You harshly nudged his shoulder with your own.

“Would you shut up for once?” you quietly hissed.

Eren stifled a laugh. It wasn’t his usual laugh. This one was different. It was darker.

You turned away from him and tucked your blanket closer to your face. You were always more sensitive when you were drunk. Who wasn’t? But you really didn’t want to turn on the waterworks in front of your friends.

If Sasha didn’t know you as well as she did, she would have bombarded you with more questions. But she immediately recognized the dreary look you wore. And just when you needed her to, she swooped in to save the day, just as she always did. She blurted out, “Connie, truth or dare?”

“Don’t even need to ask.” His confidence steak had not subsided just yet. He puffed his chest out. "Dare. I’m no pussy.”

“A little too proud, are we?” Sasha said. “I dare you to strip down in your underwear and go roll around in the snow.”

“Done and done.” Connie snatched his cup and threw his head back. He finished off the last of his drink and wiped his hand across his mouth with an “Ah!”

He promptly stood up and started to peel off his shirt. He threw it aside, and it smacked Jean in the face. Jean yanked it off his head only for his eyes to fill with the sight of Connie pulling down his pants.

Jean tugged the shirt back over his eyes with disgust and said, “Didn’t need to see that today.”

“Follow me!” Connie waved his arm and beckoned his audience to follow him while he ran out the door.

He swung it open and planted one of his feet into the few inches of snow that had blown onto the porch. His self-assured demeanor faded fast. His body shuddered at the bitter cold that crept up his leg.

“Oh, man,” he said.

“Get on with it!” Sasha said. She placed her hands on his back and gave him a forceful shove.

Connie bounced between his feet with his arms wrapped around his body like a hug. He chanted nearly every curse word loudly enough for the whole town to hear as he hurried down the front steps.

The rest of you watched, peeking over one another to get a glimpse. You all buckled over in laughter with hands covering your mouths. Even you were able to laugh. Once again, Connie knew how to use his humor to lighten the mood. Each of your friends had their own role to play, and you couldn’t help but wonder what part you held in all of this.

Connie was now sprawled belly-up in the snow. He flapped his arms and legs around to create a snow angel. “You know, it’s not so bad once you get used to it.”

You could hear the shakiness of his voice, and it matched his trembling limbs. You watched for a second longer before Jean said, “Come back inside before you get frostbite, you moron!”

Connie sprung up and started to sprint back inside. Sasha slammed the door behind him, and he collapsed onto the couch. He wiggled to get any sense of warmth. When damp marks started to appear on the cushions, you walked over and tucked your blanket around him.

“Told you I wasn’t a pussy,” he said to Sasha through chattering teeth.

After a couple more rounds, it was Jean’s turn to ask the infamous question. His eyes scanned over his friends’ faces. It was clear that he was only pretending to come to a decision. You had a sinking feeling he was going to choose you.

You really wanted another drink.

His eyes locked onto yours, of course. A certain haughtiness rang through his voice when he said your name. “Truth or dare?”

That sick feeling within you turned into prickly heat. It wasn’t nervousness this time – it was anger. Once again, you were reminded that you were merely a pawn in this juvenile game between Jean and Eren.

“Dare,” you said. Your tone was bland. You were not amused in the slightest, knowing that you would have to do whatever Jean wanted. But there was no way in hell you would pick ‘truth.’ There were far too many admissions that Jean could force you to confess.

Unfortunately for you, it looked like you had fallen into his trap. You thought you had played things so smart, but you immediately saw how his eyes glinted with delight. You trusted Jean, but this was enough to make you feel ill. Where was the Jean that bought your favorite coffee creamer now?

Jean pushed his tongue into the side of his cheek in a way that could only be described as audacious. His eyes flickered to Eren only for a second before he looked back to you.

“I dare you to give Armin a lap dance,” he said.

You remained expressionless. You didn’t want to give Jean the satisfaction of reacting to his rather brazen dare. On the inside, you were absolutely reeling. It definitely wasn’t the dare you were expecting, but it made perfect sense. What could possibly get Eren more riled up than seeing his girlfriend grind on his best friend? And Jean didn’t even have to get his hands dirty by receiving the dance himself.

“Huh?” Armin gasped. He looked just as taken aback as you. “Do I get any say in this?”

Armin was smart. He knew he would be the target of Eren’s anger, even if it was irrational to direct it at the guy whose only job was to sit helplessly.

“Don’t pretend like you wouldn’t just love it, Arlert,” Jean said. Armin’s cheeks instantly blushed.

You felt flustered, and emotion fell over you in blistering heat. You turned to Armin to look for any sign that he was going to put up a fight. His eyes quickly flew to the floor to avoid your stare. Great.

Jean continued to fix his attention on you. His face looked unfamiliar. It wasn’t an expression he had ever directed toward you before. “All shy now? C’mon. We all know you got it in you. We saw the way you danced with Jaeger at the bar.”

There it was again. That lurching ache in your gut. You thought you might actually puke straight onto the floor. Dramatic, yes, but the embarrassment felt like a sucker punch to the stomach.

Jean’s face finally let up once he saw how stricken you looked. His brows raised like he was surprised the words even left his mouth. Perhaps he realized he had taken things too far. Though he wanted nothing more than to have his rival seethe with jealousy, he also didn’t want to pay the price of irrevocably hurting you.

He opened his mouth to think of any way he could backtrack, but Connie quickly jumped in on the banter.

“Oh, god. That was hot,” Connie said. His voice glittered with wonder. He even batted his eyelashes like he was reliving the memory. “What I would pay to see that again. I think about it every night.”

Eren winced. “Please keep me as far away as possible from your spank bank, Connie.”

Connie winked at him. “Don’t worry. You’ve always had a special place there, baby.”

This was too much. Not only were you humiliated by the fact that Connie and Jean saw you dance with Eren that night, but you were about to give your sweet friend Armin a lap dance. Finding a quaint hole to crawl into and die in sounded perfect right about now.

You thought – hoped – that Eren might intervene. But when you turned to him, his face was blank. It was the same look he had while you ate breakfast in bed. You scrutinized his face, your eyebrows scrunching together to find any indication that this was a bad idea.

“Are you going to do the dare, or what?” Eren posed it as a question, but his flattened tone made it sound more like a statement.

What was that supposed to mean?

The stinging dullness of his voice made you flinch. God, it was actually enough to make you want to walk straight out of the room. Eren could pretend all that he wanted that he didn’t care, but it was clear he was biting his tongue (for once). To be honest, his attitude made you more emboldened to do the damn lap dance. Maybe then you could get some sort of reaction from the man.

“Fine.” You stood up with determination and looked over to Jean. “How long do I have to dance?”

“One minute.”

You rolled your eyes. “Do I get any music?

“This is gonna be good!” Connie rubbed his hands together like a twisted little villain. He ran to fetch a chair from the dining table and carried it back. He yanked at Armin’s wrist, practically slamming him down into the wooden seat.

Sasha excitedly picked up her phone. It was already connected to the speaker since she had been playing songs throughout the night. The speed at which she found Pony by Ginuwine was actually scarily impressive. You watched her finger tap to turn the volume up until it blared.

“Seriously, Sasha? This song?” Even through your frustration, you couldn’t hide the titter of laughter in your voice. This was absolutely absurd.

You shook your head and looked to the ceiling. If there was a god, please perform some kind of divine intervention and stop this madness.

Crickets. Right.

You walked over to Armin. The anxiety between the two of you was palpable. When you stood over him, you asked, “You sure you’re good with this?”

“All’s fair in truth or dare, right?” A small smile appeared on his face when he said it. It was piteous, but you couldn’t tell if it was directed at you or himself. Maybe it was both.

A half-assed giggle escaped you. You sucked in a deep breath to calm the writhing feeling in your gut. “Fuck it then.”

The music picked up. You threw one of your legs over Armin’s lap, and your foot planted itself into the floor. It allowed you to straddle him in such a way that your crotch just hovered over his lap. It took you a second to steady yourself – you were still pretty drunk.

If they wanted a show, then that was what you were going to give them. You pulled out all the stops, every move in the book that was sure to get a rise out of everyone. You ground against Armin, your chest pressed into his face, while your hands ran over the length of your body for him. Jean knew you had it in you, after all, and you couldn’t possibly let him down now.

A warm laugh left your lips when you looked into Armin’s eyes. It was the sexy sort of laugh that goes straight to men’s dicks. Frankly, you were surprised – and impressed – you could make such a sound.

Armin’s gaze was glued to the sight of you before him. You leaned forward and brought your face just inches away from his. You swiped your index finger across the reddened tip of his nose. A flashy smile danced across your face.

You spun around, your back now facing your ruffled friend. You lowered yourself, bending at the hip to sway them back and forth while you edged toward your toes. You kept your eyes shut to hide from the shame of seeing your friends’ wide-eyed stares. You arched your back with each circle of your hips, practically putting your ass on full display for him.

Feeling satisfied with your performance, you stood upright and turned to face Armin one last time. You tossed your arms around his shoulders. His muscles flexed under your touch when you brought him in for a friendly embrace.

“I hope that wasn’t too emotionally scarring for you,” you said.

Armin attempted to laugh. “Not in the least.”

Sasha and Connie whistled and cheered behind you. It only made turning around that much harder. When you finally did, you couldn’t resist looking right at Jean. Was that enough to satisfy you, bud? One of Jean’s eyebrows quirked up in amusement, like he was anticipating what would come next.

Eren’s face remained an annoyingly blank slate, just like before. You weren’t sure if he even mustered up any will to watch your dance. He had already managed to put enough of a damper on your night, so you didn’t bother to give him a second look.

“I think I deserve another drink after that,” you announced to the room, wiping your hands clean of this stupid game. You strode past Eren to the kitchen.

“Hey. Wait a sec–” Eren reached out for you, but you shook off his hand. He knew the last thing you needed was another drink. He dropped his arm to his side and simply watched as you ambled away.

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#eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader

[tanushakyrano]

febuwhump day 4: knife to the throat

i was going to apologise for this if i do that i would have to apologise every day. i really am just bullying everyone huh

characters: Kayo, Alan

additional warnings: knife (obviously), slight blood mention

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It all came down to the Hood. No matter what happened, it always came down to him in the end. He was a fungus, growing in the dark and murky places, snaking his tendrils into every nook and cranny and slowly choking everything in his reach. Difficult to combat, and impossible to eradicate. Get too close and he’d draw you in. You were caught in his trap, and it’s all you can do to sit and wait as the rot sinks in and the fungus grows and grows. And then you’re dead.

Kayo had done this dance before. She’d learnt how to keep herself alive; stay just out of reach, defend and counter-attack, foil his plans as best as she can without being caught up in his web. The pattern was so familiar that it had become second nature.

Alan, however, had ever so slightly thrown a spanner in the works.

It wasn’t his fault, really. The only thing he’d done wrong was be on the rescue with her when her uncle reared his ugly head, and she would never blame him for that. Wrong place, wrong time. It just meant that she had more to lose. A person to protect. If anything happened to Alan, she could never forgive herself.

It was why she’d shoved him out of reach when the Hood had attempted to snatch the data core from his grasp.

Before Kayo had time to blink, an arm grabbed her waist in a vice-like grip and cold steel dug into her throat.

“Hand over the core, Tracy.”

His voice was slick and cold and dangerously low. She tried to elbow him in the stomach, twist out of his grasp, but his hold on her didn’t budge and the blade pressed close against her jugular. She barely even dared breathe.

Alan’s eyes were wide. He clutched the data core in both hands, face pale, a slight tremor in his fingers. Despite that, he was measured and steady in his reply. “Why would I ever help you?”

“Because I’ll kill her if you don’t.”

Ice-cold water dripped down her spine.

“You wouldn’t.” Disbelief saturated his voice.

“Oh, I would. You really think I would let a pathetic family connection get in the way of what I want?” the Hood spat. The knife broke the skin. A trickle of blood carved a path down her neck. “Hand me the data core, now.”

Alan took a step forward. Kayo tried to warn him off with her eyes (her uncle couldn’t be allowed to take a single step further to his twisted goals, he couldn't be allowed to win) but he steadfastly ignored her. His gaze fell instead upon the Hood.

“Let her go, and I’ll give you the core.” He was closer now; Kayo watched the uneven rise and fall of his chest as he approached, one cautious step after another.

“Good boy.” The words dripped from his tongue like poisoned honey. The hand holding her hostage beckoned him forward, stretching out, ready to take the data core. “Give it here.”

Alan paused for a fraction of a second, then he carefully placed it in the Hood’s grasp. The pressure against her throat lessened. She spun out of his hold, forcing the knife away from her, settling into a defensive stance next to Alan. 

The Hood just laughed.

“It was lovely seeing you both,” he purred, bowing mockingly. “We should do this again sometime.”

Too late, she noticed where he was standing. Kayo darted forward, electric stuns crackling and spitting energy on her wrists, but he stepped backwards through the door to the escape pod and it slid shut in her face. He smirked through the porthole as he fell away out of sight. She yelled in rage. Her fist slammed into the wall.

A gloved hand tentatively rested on her shoulder. “Are you okay?” Alan asked quietly.

Kayo whipped round, fists clenched, jerking away from his touch. "No, I'm not fucking okay, Alan. Why the hell'd you give him the core?"

Alan stared at her incredulously. His hands trembled at his sides. "Why did I give him the- Kayo, he had a knife! I couldn't let him-"

The words died in his mouth, but they both knew what he had been about to say.

I couldn't let him kill you.

She wouldn't dwell on it. She couldn't. The absolute conviction with which he'd spoken rattled her to her core, and if Kayo thought about it for one more second she wasn't sure that she could carry on. But that wasn't on the cards, not now. They were still in danger. Alan was still in danger. Feelings were secondary, irrelevant. She shoved them down and out of the way, not letting them clutter her mind for a single damn minute. The clock was ticking. She had a job to do. 

Protect the Tracy family.

"We need to go, Alan. Now."

"But-"

Kayo held up a hand, cutting him off. "Don't. Please-" She hated the way her voice broke. "Let's just get back to Thunderbird Three, okay?"

She hated the look on his face as he slowly nodded. The last thing she wanted to do right now was hurt him any more. The kid didn't deserve any of this. Guilt twisted in her gut.

She pushed through it.

Protect the Tracy family.

#thunderbirds are go #cora writes #kayo kyrano #alan tracy #febuwhump23 #whump #SORRY

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Lovestruck Indeed

One more lie detector fic for @litgwritersroom. I have one more I want to do and then I’ll stop I swear 😂

After all the mess with the Dylan drama, it’s nice to have an easy challenge.

Bruno x MC

After all the drama Dylan caused in his first day, you were waiting for whatever challenge the show runners were planning to throw your way. You knew it was coming.

Bruno was still apologizing, trying to make it clear to you that he never meant to hurt you, and you knew he didn’t. When he told you that he wanted to spend the night apart, he’d gone to get ready for bed, and was planning to sleep elsewhere when Angie told him you were already spending the night on the daybeds. It had hurt him to know that he made you feel like you needed to do that. She’d given his shoulder a punch, told him to fix it in the morning, and then jogged back outside herself to keep you company.

Watching you tear into Dylan the next morning after you’d made up, watching you defend Valentina before yourself about the lies he’d spread- it made Bruno realize what he already knew was true. You were the only one for him.

The whole group was hanging out at the beanbags, Bruno sat behind you, arms wrapped loosely around your waist as you played with his hands. He’d just finished a joke that had you doubling over, crushing his hands against your stomach with how hard you laughed. Angie smirked, loving how happy you were again, and a few of the others laughed in turn. Bruno couldn’t contain his own grin at how lovely your laugh sounded after that terrible night. But then a scoff cut through the air and heads swiveled around to see Dylan shaking his head and looking annoyed, “Do you actually think he’s funny, Y/N? Or do you just laugh because you’re coupled with him?”

Your laughter immediately faded, a glare covering your face, “I think he’s hilarious. Just because you have some stick up your ass doesn’t mean I’ll let you take it out on him, mate.”

Bruno pressed a kiss to your head, muttering at you to just ignore him. But Dylan wasn’t done, “Please, we all know you’re lying. No one thinks he’s funny. Wouldn’t you rather face the truth now and try to find a better match before the next coupling?”

Everyone could feel the final recoupling around the corner, it was time for it, and every major burst of drama was always followed by one. But no one had mentioned it, fear of disrupting the peacefulness they’d gained when everyone’s favorite couple had made up.

And then Najuma got the text.

Islanders, today you’ll be participating in the Lie Detector challenge! Each Islander will choose three questions they want to ask their partner while hooked to a lie detector. Please move to the bedroom, notepads and pencils have been laid on your beds. #TruthsRevealed #HonestyIsTheBestPolicy

A lie detector.

Dylan had smirked at you, claiming you couldn’t keep lying about it now.

You couldn’t have been more unbothered by the challenge in all honesty, and Bruno seemed to share the sentiment, so the two of you were playing a card game while the others took the challenge far more seriously than they had any other. “Shouldn’t you guys be working on your questions?” Thabi asked, curiosity in her tone, glancing over from where she just finished working out the wording of her second one.

You raised the notepad beside you as you looked at your cards, “Already done.”

Bruno placed a card down, “We finished, like, fifteen minutes ago.”

James’s brow furrowed, “We got the challenge like twenty minutes ago.”

You and Bruno shared a look, confusion clear on your faces, before you responded, “Exactly. A whole twenty minutes ago. We get three questions. How long is it taking you to come up with yours?” The others shared sheepish looks as your phone beeped. “I got a text.” You didn’t shout, everyone was already around, “Looks like the public voted on who each of us get to ask an extra question to.” All at once phones started beeping, everyone pulling them out to see who they were asking an extra question to, and a scowl settled over your face. “I got Dylan.”

“Perfect time to ask me if I really fancy you, since I know this hard to get thing is because you don’t know if I’m playing the game.” He sounded so damn smug.

“I would literally rather bathe in lighter fluid and then walk through fire.”

He chuckled, “Would be one way to get your clothes off.”

Bruno glared at him, “You’re crossing the fucking line, ya arsehole.”

Dylan opened his mouth again, but another phone beeped and Angie cut him off, “Dylan, your stupid arse is up first. With Will asking the questions.”

Will looked bothered for all of a second, and then Dylan made a comment about preferring to see a pretty girl beside him if he was going to be hooked up to something, and even their nonchalant nature took on a protective stance as they ushered the boy into the room. His questions were written by the public, and each one could be whittled down to the same sentiment- why did he really try to break you and Bruno up?

Dylan rolled his eyes, “Cause I fancied her obviously.”

Will was honestly afraid to glance at the machine, scared for you that it might be the real reason he would do something like that, when it made a noise somewhere between the comforting ding of a truth and the shrill beep of a lie and the light flashed orange. “That’s…a half truth? I didn’t know that was a thing.”

“You don’t know a lot of things, mate.”

Will rolled his eyes, “Regardless, this answer doesn’t qualify. Try again.”

He responded with another eye roll of his own, “But that is why! Figured she’d pick me if they broke up. Still waiting for her to come to her senses.” Same result. Will could almost picture your scowl from where he sat in the cheap lab coat.

“Try again.”

“What am I supposed to tell this stupid thing!? That I saw them on tv and hated how stupidly happy they were!?” Ding.

“Wow, mate. That is…it’s like trying to build a wall to block out the sun for someone else because your house faces away from the beautiful sunset.” Will shook his head, “Let’s see what Y/N’s question for you was…” Will snorted as he read it, and figured Bruno may have had a hand in its creation, “She wants to know if you know how much restraining orders cost.”

“They don’t cost anything, but you could pay for a lawyer.” Ding.

Everyone blinked at the screen, wondering why he would know something like that offhand.

When Bruno got called, he was positively giddy that his interrogator was Angie, but neither of them were entirely willing to leave you when Dylan was still prowling about. Will had grabbed Najuma, Youcef, and Valentina, and the four of them took up each seat around you until he couldn’t get close so the pair could feel at ease.

“Alrighty, mate, test question. Let’s see…” Angie taps a finger to her chin, knowing you went easy on your questions so she wants to make this experience fun for you since you needed that, “Here’s one I just want to see how you respond to. Do you think you’ll make it big as a comedian?”

Bruno gasps in mock offense, hand pressed to his heart, and she smirks at him as he breaks the stance to grin, “Most of the time, I don’t. But Y/N does, so I know it’s worth sticking with.” Ding.

Angie groaned goodnaturedly, “I’m gonna need to see a dentist after this if you two are gonna be this sweet.” They shared a look like they could just picture you giggling- and you were. “Alrighty, let’s get this going. First question is…huh.” Angie paused for a moment, rereading the question to make sure she had it right, and Bruno looked curious but not nervous. “It’s bigger than I thought, but not bad, ya know? She’s a right melt for you, I’ll tell ya that much. The question is, would you be willing to let her support you so you can quit your office job and pursue being a comedian full time?”

He blinked, “I didn’t know she’d ever thought about that. I love that she’d be willing to do that for me, and I know she loves her job, but no. And I’m sure James would feel the same way if Thabi offered to support him while he worked on his novel. But relationships are partnerships. I want to pull my own weight. I would just want her in the front row of each show, even if she ended up being the only one there.” Diiiiiiiiing.

“That was both truthful, and very sweet. Choke on your own sugar already.” Bruno let out a loud laugh as Angie rolled her eyes with a grin, “Onto the next question, mate. What- oh dear lord,” Angie snorted, “Y/N, babes, I love you but your mind is chaotic. How do you go from that to this? Bruno, what is your favorite barnyard animal?”

Bruno looked horrified, “Y/N! How dare you!” Though he couldn’t see you, you cackled in the observation room. “I guess cows, they’re like giant puppies. I would like to remain at least a mile from sheep at any given time.” Ding.

“You do realize that you’re definitely sharing whatever story goes along with that very intense reaction later, right?”

“Yes.” Ding. “What’s the last of her questions?”

Angie hummed, picking up the last card, “Who’s hometown are we visiting first?”

“Yours, definitely. Way you talk about your mum, I honestly can’t wait longer than that to meet her. I’m sure she’ll have some choice words for me because of you sleeping on the daybeds during that fight, but I’m willing to work to make it up to both of you.” Ding.

“Meeting the parents so quickly, Bruno? Have some decorum.” She could barely finish the sentence before they both laughed. “Your bonus question comes from…Will. That tracks, he’s one of your best friends here. He wants to know if you’ll let your fellow islanders have free tickets to your shows.”

“Even if I have to buy the tickets myself, yes. And I appreciate the support.” Ding.

“I suppose Y/N will be dragging me to the shows,” Angie groaned with a fond roll of her eyes, but you could tell she was looking forward to it, too.

Bruno stopped the tech that came to undo his wires, “I wanna say something while I’m still connected if that’s okay?” The producer nearby looked confused, but nodded nonetheless. Bruno looked to the camera, “Y/N, love, I know you didn’t ask because you know the answer. But I’m going to answer anyway, just to put all the rumors to rest. Did Valentina and I ever graft behind your back? Never. We were and are only friends.” You shook your head with a smile as the machine dinged. You already knew that to be true.

You jumped onto Bruno’s back as soon as they walked into the lounge, almost toppling him over when you caught him off guard, “Babe! You wanna meet mum? ‘Cause I can promise you, she’s seen all your cheesy jokes in here and is just waiting to out-pun you.”

“I look forward to it.” He grinned, angling his head to look at you over his shoulder, “But I’m gonna get you for bringing up the barnyard animals!”

He tossed you back onto the couch, tickling your sides as you squirmed and laughed, “Babe! It’s not like it’s embarrassing! Any kid that got nibbled on by a sheep at a petting zoo would stay away from them!” He didn’t halt the tickles until Valentina came over.

“Babes!” She almost shouted in your ears, startling him enough to stop, but she just grinned, “You guys couldn’t hear me over your own chaos. Y/N is up, and I’m asking the questions.” You held out your hand, and she hoisted you up as Bruno rolled out of the way. You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before following after her.

Valentina gave you a firm smile, nothing but warmth to be found in it. “Alrighty. Let’s start with this tester, shall we? I think we all know the answer to this, and I welcome the fact that you’re connected to answer it once and for all. Are you interested in Dylan?”

You grimaced, “As a fellow Islander, I was. I wanted to be his friend. At first. Not anymore. But romantically? Never.” Ding.

“Damn right, babes. He’s so many steps below you that you can’t even see him where you stand.” You giggled, beaming at her, and she grinned right back. “Now, onto the fun part. And I emphasize fun because I know you two are going easy and you should. Bruno’s first question- Do you actually think he’s funny?”

“Always.” You grinned, full and bright, no hesitation. The answering ding seemed dimmer in comparison.

Val nodded, “We knew that already, though. Second question, what is-“ she snorted, “He took easy very seriously. What is your favorite color?”

“Oh. That’s actually kind of hard. Any day before coming here, I would’ve answered in a heartbeat. But…it changed. I don’t have a name for it now. Any words I use to describe it would fall flat.” Ding.

“Describe what, babes?”

You flushed, staring at your feet with a shy smile, “The color of Bruno’s eyes when he’s happy. There’s so many colors in there, and when he’s happy they shine like they’re a prism with light shining through. I love it.” Ding.

Val blinked, fanning her eyes with a smile, “Wow. Angie was getting sugar from Bruno but I think you just gave me diabetes or something, holy shit.” You laughed as she picked up the next card, “Bruno’s last question is…” Her smile dipped a bit, and she glanced at you before looking back at it. You were more concerned than anything. Why was she getting upset? Suddenly she beamed instead, “Sorry, it told me to screw with you. But you look more worried for me than about the question so I can’t do it!”

“Bruno! That’s not funny!” You barely heard the machine screech that it was a lie over your own laughs. “Holy hell, whats the question?”

“The question is do you want him to stop cracking jokes in bed?”

You snorted, hands shooting up to cover your mouth as you laughed, “No! Jokes mean he’s having a good time!” Ding.

Valentina shook her head with a grin, “You two are perfect together. Your bonus question comes from…” She flipped up the card, glaring at it like she wanted to rip it apart, “Unfortunately, it comes from Dylan.” You groaned as her eyes skimmed the card, “Oh! Wait! We’ve already covered this. It was my tester question. He asked if you were secretly into him and just pretending to like Bruno.”

You glared straight at the camera, “I do not even like you as a person, Dylan. I was not, am not, and will not be interested in you in any capacity of my life. You have done nothing but talk down to me, talk down to Bruno, use Valentina like she’s some puppet for your games, degrade Will because they see things differently than you do- and Will, I mean that as a very good thing- but Dylan, I would sooner see you rot in hell before I ever entertain your advances in any capacity.” The ding rang out, long and loud, as Val clapped her hands.

“That was both savage and eloquently put and I applaud you.” She started to stand when her phone beeped. Glancing at it, she blinked, “Y/N, the public has voted you answer one extra question. From me.” You nodded your head to her, and you could see her tossing ideas around in her head before her eyes grew firm with determination, “Why was it so easy for you to believe that we weren’t grafting? I mean, we weren’t. But, I had almost picked Bruno when I first came in. I didn’t because he had told me how much you meant to him, but how were you not at least doubtful about it?”

You blinked, concern etching on your face when you saw the tears gently fill her lash line, “Babes, I was concerned for all of five seconds. Dylan had spent that whole date telling me that I needed to be saved, and that I needed to hit the gym more or that my job wasn’t worth my time. Being a scaffolder isn’t glamorous, but I love it. So when he said all of that, and then immediately tried to paint you as a villain, I knew it was garbage. Besides, if you were going to go behind my back, you also would’ve just chosen him when he told you not to. But you aren’t like that. And neither is Bruno. You are still my mate at the end of the day, and he was a stranger. It’s no question who I’d rather believe in. Angie is my best mate in the world, but if she came to me and said the same thing I’d still talk to you about it before I worried it was true.” Diiiiiiiing.

Valentina flew forward, wrapping you in a hug. “Thank you, babes. Thank you.”

When you joined the others in the lounge, you slipped into your space against Bruno’s side, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he looked at you with a smug expression, “So my eyes are your favorite color?”

You raised a brow, “Is someone’s ego getting too big?”

Angie snorted, sitting down beside you, “Don’t let him fool you babes, he had the dopiest lovestruck smile when you said it.”

You shared a smile, no one else really mattered at that point. Lovestruck indeed…

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#litg #litg bombshell #litg season 4 #litg bruno #litg Bruno x mc #lie detector #litg writers room

[simpnamedluna]

Slytherin!Jennie X Ravenclaw!Reader Headcanon (HP A.U.)

First Interaction

You first met Jennie in second year.

You were reading your favourite novel underneath the whomping willow. Despite everyone’s complaints about the tree you never once had troubles with it.

Unlike what some might think it wasn’t violent and especially not with you. In fact it liked you a lot and you liked it a lot as well. The tree was your safe spot where you always had the ability to hide from all of the chaos.

“Obnoxious, insolent little pigs..” you muttered under your breath when you saw the scene in front of you.

Some older kids were bullying a student of their own house who seemingly was in your year.

You had always had the sense of justice in you and hated it when you saw someone getting treated unfairly so you decided to walk over there.

“Wow!” you mockingly clapped both your hands. “Aren’t you cool? Picking on someone half your size? Your parents must be so proud of you!” you stated, a very obvious fake smile present on your face.

After you and the gang of Slytherins were done word-slapping one another they eventually left, glaring at the both of you while doing so.

“I didn’t need your help!” the girl spat, fixing her robes.

“Whatever,” you replied “if you don’t mind I’ll go back to reading, now.” you were about to leave when she grabbed your wrist.

“You like to read?” the young Slytherin asked you.

“Yes, very much actually. Particularly Stephen King if I’m being honest. Have you ever heard of him? He’s a muggle author.” you beamed.

“Really, don’t you think his novels are a little… I don’t know… gloomy?” She asked.

“Excuse you? I think he is an amazing author!” you defended. If you were really honest, you were seriously offended.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“If you really want to know.. The name’s Y/N, second year Ravenclaw. If you don’t mind me asking.. What about you? What’s your name?” You asked.

“Well, Y/N.. If you want to know my name, you’ll have to earn it.” She smirked at you before leaving you all by yourself.

The Harmony Of Friendship

It didn’t take long before you had ‘earned’ her name (or whatever that meant). It was Jennie, Kim Jennie. A second year half-blooded Slytherin who had dreams of becoming an artist. She wasn’t really that cold once you really got to know her. That was all just a stupid facade, a way to protect herself from getting hurt. In reality this girl was the softest sweetheart who you’ve ever come across.

Despite her being a Slytherin, she always showed up dressed head-to-toe in bronze and blue, even to the point she once painted her face in both those colours, just to support you in your quidditch matches. Even if it was against her own house, she would be cheering in the Ravenclaw quidditch towers.

Whenever you got hurt, no matter how big or small the injury, she would be there to heal your wounds, doing everything in her power to make you smile despite the pain.

And you returned the favour, especially when she was having issues with her housemates again.

You really can’t count on both hands you’ve snuck her into your dormitory just so she didn’t have to deal with her fellow Slytherins.

You were actually doing a pretty good job with hiding her, the only one knowing being your roommate, Jisoo who also just happened to be one lf your closest friends.

Your circle of friendship throughout your Hogwarts years was small, yet trusted, consisting out of only Jennie being the only Slytherin, you and Jisoo both being Ravenclaws, Lisa a Gryffindor and Rosé the Hufflepuff of the bunch.

The Confession

You had started gaining feelings for Jennie at the start of your sixth year, but just like always, you were scared. You were scared of confessing and making a fool out of yourself, you were scared to lose your friendship.. to lose her. You couldn’t lose Jennie, your Jennie.

You remember it like it was only yesterday. The day of the Gryffindor party that Lisa had thrown for her birthday. This was the day, you tried to convince yourself. You looked in the mirror, dressed up in a green tube top and short black tennis skirt doubting yourself.. Would someone like Jennie really like someone like you? A loner? Not to mention this facade you put up, trying to look sexy was absolutely nothing like you. You were pretty nerdy in the way you dressed with your oversized sweater, baggy pants and sneakers.

You were trying too hard, you told yourself. Jennie would never be attracted to you, you new that with 99% certainty, but it was that 1% that convinced you.

You quickly grabbed everything you needed and walked out of your common room.

You were pushing the moment as much as you could, but faith would eventually fix everything when Jennie left to use the bathroom. You had indeed drank a lot that night and the effects were definitely already showing when a guy walked up to you, offering you an other drink to which you declined, making him angry.

“Listen up, I don’t know who you think you are, you little slut, but I am telling you this once. Come with me and have the most wonderful night of your life or work against me and you’ll see what I do to you!” he shouted.

“Back off, dickhead! That’s my girlfriend you’re talking to!” Jennie raged, grabbing your waist. He snickered, confidently.

“You? I wouldn’t believe it even if you-“ he started again but got cut off by Jennie forcefully and roughly kissing you on the lips before pulling you out of the Gryffindor common room.

She took off her blazer and put it around your shoulders as you stared out into the sky, stargazing.

“This really isn’t like you, Y/N/N. Since when do you drink and- and since when did you start dressing like that? It’s like you’re someone else.” she asked, stroking your hair, lovingly.

“Maybe I just want you to love me..” you muttered, silently wishing she didn’t hear you.

“What are you talking about? I’ve always loved you, and I always will… Where is this coming from all of a sudden?” Jennie wondered, staring into your eyes. You took a deep breath.

“This isn’t all of a sudden, Jennie! I love you, okay? I mean I really, really love you! How could I not when you are literally perfect. Your beautiful dark eyes, the small mole underneath your eyebrow, your perfectly smooth and soft skin, your smile that can light up even the darkest of rooms! I hate how I love you till the point it hurts! I can’t help but smile whenever you see a dog and your face lights up, or when you talk about the things you love and how you can go on and on about it for hours. I love how you are always so honest with me and I love how intelligent you are despite being a bit naive and dreamy at times. I love you Jennie, and I am scared! I am scared you won’t love me back!” you confessed not realising that your tears had started to pour down your eyes, but then…

She kissed you.

This time it was different. It was more loving, softer and full of love. She eventually pulled out to inhale some air.

“I love you too, Y/N… and I hope you know that.”

The two of you continued talking the entire night while looking at the stars, it was amazing. The two of you finally felt truly free and it was amazing.

The Aftermath

Of course the two of you started to date. Luckily it all worked out in the end. Jennie’s parents both adored you and yours adored Jennie.

After graduating from Hogwarts you moved together to Jennie’s home country, South Korea but in the muggle world this time. Neither of you had ever lived there and wanted to try it out.

Jennie became an artist, her dream job while you followed your dreams as well.

It was the life the both of you had dreamed of ever since you were kids.

You got married in Paris when the both of you were 28. You had kids and you were thankful for that one faithful day at the whomping willow…

#jennie #jennie x reader #harry potter #slytherin #ravenclaw

[depressedhatakekakashi]

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Also for @kankuroplease cuz i kinda stole the cut OTP for Madara XD

Uchiha Madara was a confident man. He knew what he wanted and he was never afraid to step forward and take it.

Hotaru admired that about him. To see someone who wouldn’t dance around the topic and would instead grasp at what they desired without restrained.

It all made this moment, in the middle of Mito and Hashirama’s wedding ceremony while everyone was dancing, a little weird.

Instead of being his confident, cocky self, Madara was playing timid.

It was pathetic.

“Go ask her,” Hotaru insisted, bumping her shoulder against his in hopes of getting him to move. “She’ll say yes.”

“Of course she’ll say yes,” he puffed up his chest, clearly insulted by her reassurance. “Who would say no to me?”

“Me.”

“That’s not- I’m being serious, Hotaru!”

“Well, i would say no to you,” she defended herself. “Katsura, however. She’s smart but her taste in men is questionable so you’ll be fine.”

Madara’s shoulders dropped, his eyes focused on her slowly, a defeated, slightly angry glare. If she looked close enough she could almost see his Sharingan whirling to life.

As if he wanted to remember the moment he slaughtered her in cold blood.

“Kill me and no one will be here to bug Tobirama with you.” She warned.

Debating her words, he turned away with a huff. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“You adore me,” she corrected him. “But you adore Katsura more.”

“I do not.”

“Well, that’s nice of you to say,” she grinned when he glared at her once again. “But you do.”

“I don’t.”

“So you wouldn’t mind if i asked her to dance?”

His eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

“Fine,” straightening himself up, he turned back towards the center of the floor and look straight ahead to where Katsura was standing chatting with Mito. “I’ll do it.”

“Five seconds.”

“I’m going,” reaching back, he swatted her in the arm. “Stop pressuring me.”

“If i don’t no one else will.”

With a roll of his eyes he began to walk towards Katsura. “Just because that’s true,” he called back to her “doesn’t mean you have to be obnoxious about it.”

Obnoxious.

That was a funny word coming from him.

She’d have to remind him of just how obnoxious she could really be.

After he got his dance with Katsura, of course. She was Obnoxious, but she wasn’t cruel,

#Oc: Hatake Hotaru #Hatake Hotaru #Uchiha Madara #MadaraKatsura

[amtcurlyq]

Ginger v Vin

“He hasn’t texted you back,” Harry asks.

“No. I’ll call him.” I call Peter but he doesn’t answer.

“Okay. We’re going in.”

We crawl out of the town car and into Peter’s dodgy apartment building.

“I don’t know why he won’t just move in with us,” Harry says.

“Most people don’t like to live with their ex-girlfriend,” I say.

I call the elevator.

“You’d like it though,” He smirks.

The elevator opens. Harry looks skeptical. “I think we should take the stairs.”

“Absolutely not,” I point to my heels. “He’s on like the seventh floor.”

“What if it gets stuck?”

“It’ll be an adventure,” I suggest.

We knock on Peter’s door. Peter answers the door almost immediately. “Hey guys.” He stands in the doorway and doesn’t invite us in.

“Are you ready to go?” Harry asks.

“Shit. I totally forgot. I’m sorry just one second.” Peter closes the door and leaves us in the hallway.

“Absolutely no home training,” Harry says, opening the door and walking in.

Peter disappears into his room. His roommate, Vin, sits at the kitchen table looking irate. “Hi Vin,” I say. Harry waves.

He perks up. “Hey Ginger,” he smiles. Harry walks into Peter’s room. “You look nice.”

“Thank you, Vin.” I look around the room. “The place looks nice. Did you do something?”

“I cleaned up. We had visitors.”

“Ginger!” Harry calls. He opens the door and sticks his head out.  

I hear Peter objecting behind him. “No Harry, don’t.”

Harry holds Peter back as I walk into the room. “What?”

“It’s nothing,” Peter assures.

“Nothing,” Harry spats. “Look in his closet.”

I tentatively open the closet. Its empty. “What the fuck, Peter?” I turn around to face him. “Did you get robbed?”

I look around. Peter’s laptop is still on his bed. His phone. I look through his drawers. They’re all empty.

“Did you sell all your clothes?” I ask.

“I didn’t,” Peter says looking down.

I look at Harry. We both walk back into the kitchen. “No wait,” Peter calls.

“You stole Peter’s clothes?” I am truly perplexed.

“He didn’t have rent.”

Harry turns to Peter. “Why didn’t you say anything?”  

“What that means you can sell all his stuff?”

The door unlocks. Gwen walks in. My heart drops. She has a key. I take a deep breath.

“What’s with all the yelling?” Gwen asks.

My brain is completely resetting and I can’t remember what I was saying.

“This guy sold all of Peter’s clothes.” Harry laughs.

“Harry,” Peter groans.

Gwen’s mouth falls open. “What?”

“He didn’t have rent,” Vin defends himself.

“That doesn’t mean you steal people’s clothes,” I say. “What the fuck?”

“I thought you said everything was under control,” Gwen says.

“You told her about this?” Harry asks.

“I was short this week but I started my new job last week and I’ll be good next month,” Peter explains.

“You lost your job?” I exclaim.

Peter looks thoroughly embarrassed and my heart feels fit to burst. “Never mind.”

I close myself back in the Towncar. I don’t take my sunglasses off and just close my eyes. Why wouldn’t Peter tell us he was in trouble? I mean maybe Harry wouldn’t get it but he was the first person I told when my mom cut me off. But now he has Gwen.  

Harry crawls in the car with Peter behind him. I slide over for him. Peter sat in the seat across from us. He closes the door. “Where’s Gwen?” I ask.

“She just came by to get something she left the other night.”

We’d reached the point where Peter didn’t feel he had to tip toe around us seeing other people. I used to relish that closeness. I’ve taken a few steps back since then.

I lean back against the seat. Peter looks up. “Are you okay?”

I nod but don’t raise my head off the seat.

MJ was waiting for us at the coffee shop. Peter sits next to them. Me and Harry sit on the other side of the table. I smile. Our waiter comes by to take everyone’s order. She turns to me.

“I don’t want anything,” I say. “Thank you.”  

MJ gives me a look but says nothing.

“These exams are taking everything out of me,” Harry says. “I can’t wait to go to Amsterdam.”

“Your just excited to smoke weed where its legal,” MJ.

“I don’t think Harry worries about going to jail for marijuana possession,” Peter says.

“I’m excited to take a week off of school,” Harry says. “Aren’t you?��

“Yeah,” Peter sighs. He lays his head against his hand. “I could use a break.”

“Me too,” MJ says. “I’m excited to smoke weed too.” She admits.

“You better get your fill because I have an entire week to find your stash in the apartment,” I say

“Ginger, are seriously not gonna come with us?” Harry pleads.

“I don’t get a break anymore,” I remind her. “I have to go to work.” I pout.

“I told you just take off,” Harry insists.

“I just took off for our Valentine’s Day. What if I get sick? It’s flu season.”

“But that was last month-” Harry starts.

“She can’t play hooky,” Peter cuts in. “It's not school, Harr-.”

“Please don’t speak for me,” I say. Peter always talked over me like he knew best. He apparently didn’t even have a job right now.

Peter looks taken aback. “I’m agreeing with you.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“You’re right.” Harry amends. I turn away but I still feel Peter’s eyes on me.

“Yeah, you’re gonna need that extra cash for next weekend!” MJ says. “Our baby is turning five!”  

I roll my eyes at her. That joke never gets old.

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