#god im sorry this took me 8 months....

[talaok]

omg that dad!pedro post gave me an idea

dad!pedro and reader trying a second baby, and when they finally get pregnant they go to a check up and find out they’re having twins, and he’d be so excited 🥹

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

a/n: ahhhh stop making me fantasize about having children im too young for that shit!!

You had made a pact after Emma,

One year. You were gonna wait at least one year before you'd grant her a sibling.

Now that promise... that promise hadn't exactly been kept. As it turns out, having a baby only made the both of you even more desperate for another one.

that's why when your daughter was only a few months old, with a simple "8 months is basically 12" murmured to your ear by your desperate husband, all promises went out the window.

And that's how only a month later, the pregnancy test came back positive.

You would have expected the second time to be less emotional, but god if you were wrong.

Pedro kissed you as long as he could, as long as his lungs allowed, while neverending tears of joy fell down your cheeks.

From then on Pedro had been just perfect, he had to take on a few more tasks with Emma, and he did so gladly, always with a smile on his face, always reminding you just how happy you were making him, just how you were making all his dreams come true, reminding you that he loved you more and more every day.

He was your biggest supporter, and not a day went by that he didn't make you fall in love with him all over again.

Today included. It was time for the first check-up, and you were terribly nervous.

Which meant he took his time calming you down, kissing you softly as he promised how "everything's gonna be alright" over and over again, until finally, you were in the gynecologist's office, lying on the table as the nurse performed the ultrasound.

All the while gripping Pedro's hand for dear life.

And it was then, when the nurse's movements on your belly stopped, when you watched her examine the screen more carefully, it was when she pulled away the device from your body completely, that your heart started beating out of your chest.

"what is it?" you asked, your voice trembling, already expecting the worst.

"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to say, I'm gonna go call the doctor" the nurse, smiled, trying to be reassuring and failing miserably

"w-what do you mean you can't say? What is it? Is it bad?"

But all she could do was shake her head slightly, answering "I'll be right back, Let me go call the doctor"

The moment the door clicked behind her, the moment you were alone, tears started filling your eyes as your brain filled with images of all that was inevitably gonna happen.

"hey, hey, hey" Pedro cooed, noticing your reaction "it's ok"

"no it's not" you whimpered "There's something wrong"

"no there isn't" he promised, stroking your cheek "Nothing's wrong, I'm sure it's nothing, I'm sure she went to call the doctor so that he can tell us that we've got the most perfect baby in the word"

"Baby..." you murmured, melting into his touch "You know that's not true, I-I must have done something wrong- I-"

"don't you even think something like that sugar" he shook his head, crouching down to be at your level "You are the most amazing mother anyone could ask for, you did absolutely nothing wrong, I promise"

"I-I don't kno-"

But before you could finish the sentence, the doctor had entered, with the nurse right behind him.

"good morning, if you don't mind I would like to take a look myself"

And with a shy nod from your part, that cold instrument was on you again, while the tall, white-haired man looked attentively at the screen.

"yes" he murmured to himself "yes it seems so"

"w-what?" you couldn't stop yourself from asking, squeezing Pedro's hand tighter

"yeah, what?" he joined

"well" the man cleared his that, checking the monitor once again "the ecograph is picking up two heartbeats" 

Your heart sank, 

Your baby has two hearts? You haven't even seen that on greys anatomy

"W-what do you mean two heartbeats?"

A soft smile now ghosted his features as he saw the worry on your face "Oh sorry" he apologized "I meant to say that you're having twins"

And just like that, your heart was racing again, actually not racing, it was going as fast as the fucking speed of light.

Your hearing became muffled and your mouth fell open as you turned to your left, finding in Pedro's eyes all your surprise and excitement perfectly mirrored.

His eyes were glimmering, and his lips were turned into one of the biggest smiles you'd ever seen, the same one he had on the day he proposed, on your wedding day, the day that Emma was born, and now... now the day you found out you were gonna have two beautiful babies at once.

"w-we-" you stuttered, gripping his hand and forgetting all about the company you had in the room as you got lost in his eyes

"we're having twins" he laughed, not able to stop himself from kissing you "We're having twins" he repeated "We're having twins sweetheart" he breathed once again, looking into your eyes 

"god I love you so much"

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #dad!pedro pascal #pedro pascal blurb #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal x fem reader #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal imagine #the last of us #joel miller #tlou #the mandalorian #javier peña #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #Pedro Pascal #fluff #daddy pascal #pedrohub #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #pedrito

[emmyrosee]

lol Brandon Farris and Maria Gloria wrote this 💅🏼

——

You don’t film specific videos with Kenma often, but when you do, it’s usually at his expense.

For this installation of his quarterly stream, he’s got you set up with an eye tracker just beside him. Naturally, you’re decked out in Kodzuken merch, and he can’t stop looking at it as he explains the rules.

“So- there’s gonna be two sides. One side is gonna have one picture, the other of another one-“

“Revolutionary, Kenma.”

“-Shut the hell up. Anyways, your going to look at one of them; if you look at the one of me, or the picture on the left, it’s free. If you look at the right one, I have to give 5 subs. Got it?”

“One question.”

“Sure.”

“Why do you set yourself up for failure?”

Kenma looks you up and down, “because I already settled for you.” You jaw drops in faux offense while he sets up the pictures. “Okay- cover your eyes.” Your hands come up to childishly cover your eyes, and Kenma is quick to set up the first set of images.

One of him in a compression shirt, post workout with sweat making the fabric cling impossibly closer to his muscles.

The other, of Maesi at just a small 8 months old.”

“Alright babe. Open.”

Your eyes do, and they small orbs tracking your eyes dart to your child.

“Awww, my baby,” you coo, hands coming up to your mouth as you look at the picture of Maesi while he pouts next to you.

“Wow… thought you would look at me, not gonna lie,” he snickers, adding five gifted subs to his total. In his monitor, he sees your eye tracker finally dart to his picture, fixating on his abs. “Yeah no, that one glance of our infant cost me 25 damn bucks, let’s try again.” You laugh next to him and gently clutch his arm affectionately.

In the next slide, there’s a picture of him in a worn out nekoma hoodie, and a picture of Bokuto in his MSBY jersey-

Inconveniently, your eyes dart to Bokuto’s hair.

“Babe.”

“I’m sorry!” You cackle. “His hair is just stupidly exciting, it’s a habit.”

“You see my luscious hair every day, and you pick his?”

You suck in a breath and Kenma glares at you. “Luscious?”

“Im gonna leave you.” He tacks on another five subs, and he looks over at you in playful offense. “I’m letting you know now; this next one is Toppo and Appa snuggling. If you look at them, this stream is over.”

“Why on gods decaying earth would you tell me that?” You whine. “Now I wanna see my little kitty and puppyyyy.”

“I am your Kitty. So shush.” With that, Kenma’s index finger clicks onto the next slide, and he’s gotta give you credit, your eyes dart to his side finally, then immediately dash to the picture of Appa sleeping in a ball, with Toppo curled on top in an extremely similar fashion. “At least you looked at me first.”

He adds one gifted sub to the total, trying to ignore your snickering next to him.

“But look at how cute they are-“

“Don’t try to save yourself,” he says, clearly trying to hide the smile in his voice.

“Okay,” You giggle.

This continues for more than Kenma would like- as amusing as he finds it.

One look at him. Another look at him. One look at an anime poster. Another look at a random picture of a panda bear.

He’d love to pretend that this is annoying him; but his teasing of you and your laughter and rapid explaining have him cackling to his own self.

The last picture is, naturally, the biggest test, and Kenma gives you a look before clicking the next link. It’s a picture of him, asleep with a newborn Maesi on his chest and hair sprawled everywhere- it’s one you took of him when you first brought her home. On the other side, is a stupid picture of the stupid actor you stupidly like so stupidly much.

Your eyes dart to him and Maesi. And he immediately leaps up, cheering and thrilled as you laugh at the reaction. “SHE LOVES ME, CHAT! WE FUCKIN’ DID IT! WE RIIIIIIDE!”

“Dramatic ass!” You snort, laughing in your hands while he celebrates in the background. “It’s because you had Spawn in your picture.”

“Worth it. Whoo!” He sits down next to you and leans over to kiss your cheek, arm tossing around you to keep you close. You titter and try to shrug him away, “the only woman to exist ever. The love of my life. Beautiful mother of my child.” The chat floods with donations and cheers, but all he can focus on is your playful bats against him. “Game over. I’ve won. Next task chat.”

“You’re annoying.”

“And you looked at me.”

#kenma kozume #kenma kozume fluff #kenma kozume x reader #kenma kozume x f!reader #kenma kozume x reader fluff #kenma kozume imagine #kenma kozume haikyuu #kenma #kenma fluff #kenma x reader #kenma x reader fluff #kenma x f!reader #kenma imagine #kenma haikyuu #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x f!reader #haikyuu x yn #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you

[lias-writings]

The making of The Last of Us

pairing: bella ramsey x fem!reader

warnings: kissing, established relationship, pet names, fluff, mention of hickeys, little jealousy

summary: just a few cute moments shared between you and your partner bella during the filming TLOU<33

a/n: hi! so sorry I couldn’t pos this sooner but here we are, I had a really hard week and i finally managed to finish this today anyway thanks to everyone who voted it was helpful, I hope you have a nice day/night and im going to sleep, love ya, enjoy!! <3

masterlist

before you two started dating:

you and bella were the only people around your age during most of the filming a spending 3 months together filming and still had like 8 more to go you just grew closer and gained sort of feelings for each other. both of you were too shy to admit something and the fear of making things awkward wasn’t really handy.

when pedro after weeks finally made bella confess to you, you couldn’t be happier, you were about to spend another months with your now partner working on a tv show you’ve grown to love- what a dream, right?

~~~~~~~

“get a room”

you were sitting on the grass, near the set, enjoying the sun. you haven’t seen much of it while working in canada so you were grateful for every sunny day.

re-reading your lines for scene you were supposed to film next and making sure you remember them correctly you heard footsteps behind you. you didn’t even had to look and you already knew who that is.

feeling two hand wrapping around your waist made it even more obvious to you.

“hi.” bella whispered in your ear gently. you could swear you heard his smile.

“hey.” you said back.

“what are doing love?” they asked while you turned your head to face them

“just reading the lines.” you answered holing eye contact with her and after few seconds of looking at each other with heart eyes and stupid smiles you felt his lips kissing your and you kissed back, almost immediately.

little kisses turned into a make out session but you two still held a little back, knowing anyone could be walking around.

after few seconds you felt bella’s hands back on your waist so instinctively put yours around their neck.

“jesus! seriously, get a room, you two are making single people cry.”

and that was all it took you and bella to open your eyes and almost jump from each other (you would if y’all weren’t sitting ofc).

“pedro, I swear to god, grow up!” you yelled with a smile creeping on your face. bella just chuckled and shook her head in amusement.

“yeah, yeah whatever, now get up we have a work to do, you can make out later.” the man said and started walking towards the set, which was few meters away.

~~~~~~~~~

me? jealous? never!

a/n: lily’s not an actual actress from tlou I completely made her up for the story !! she/her pronouns used for lily :)) oh!! and bcs the 2nd most voted was jealous!bella hear is a short one and longer, better, is on its way !!!

so you and bella have been dating for a few months and everything is great. a few weeks ago you started filming new episode, which means new people on the set. you got friends with a girl named lily, who’s playing a background character and it’s going good so far.

you would never claim yourself as an oblivious person, you always could tell when people tried to hit on you, but this time, you were completely blind.

lily had a crush on you even before you started filming but seeing you in person made her fall for you even more. she knew you were in relationship with bella (I mean you two made it really obvious) and she knew it was wrong from her to like you but she couldn’t help herself.

she started with just small talks with you during the breaks or between each takes, she would even became friends with bella.

after few days she asked you to hang out, you being a perfect gf obviously told bella, who didn’t really mind because lily seemed nice to them as well.

after few weeks of your friendship with lily bella finally figured out what’s all this about but he didn’t want to seem possessive so she haven’t said anything.

they even wouldn’t if you weren’t completely oblivious and didn’t keep on hanging out with lily.

you of course noticed that bella has been more affectionate when people were around and that they haven’t been as nice to lily as they used to. (not that lily was nice to bella, she sort of ignored them whenever you were around)

“don’t you see that? she’s totally into you!” bella said not really calmly after you confronted her about her behaviour.

“what are you talking about? bella, she’s my friend.” you answered confused.

“she doesn’t wants to be friends with you, the way she looks at you, touches your arms whenever you’re around, or when she’s flirting with you? in front of me? that’s not friendship.” bella says back as if it was completely obvious. (it was)

“bella i-wait, are you jealous?”

“me? jealous? never.”

and that’s when it hit you. bella might be an amazing actor but they can’t lie (at least not to you). you also realised that he was right the whole time. looking back you couldn’t believe you were so blind, maybe you wanted to believe that she’s your friend so bad, you didn’t see the rest of it.

in the upcoming time you made sure that lily gets the hint that you are not interested in her and that you would never choose anyone over bella. (i mean who would, it’s bella)

bella also made sure that lily gets the hint by covering your neck (not just the neck but mainly) in blue and purple bruises, not that it was handy while filming ( your makeup artist wasn’t happy and you better believe that) but it fulfilled its purpose.

a/n: btw!! I might do something like this in future again, i had fun writing it!!

#bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey #beldro ramscal #bella ramsey fanfic #ellie williams x reader #bella ramsey fluff #fluff #hbo the last of us #part two maybe? #lia writes 🌷🛍️

[p1errost4r]

☆ | author's note : hello ! Im so sorry for not posting for so long. :33 I have been feeling bad lately , but now that i spent most of my pocket money on energy drinks ... or vapes ( i have been drinking one per day for 20 days straight ) so it gave me an idea.

★ | warnings : gn!reader ; fluff mostly ; cursing ( from reader mostly ) ; modern!human!alastor ; might be un canon ; can be seen both as planotic and romantic ( no specifics ) ; reader is in university ; alastor and reader are both in their early 20s ; in this AU alastor is not a murderer.

Well it has been a while since you properly slept.

Your grades , for the most part weren't great so you spent hours to days studying without a stop until you were just dizzy from not eating for days on end. And not only that but your grades were still hot shit , which worried you since you didn't want to lose your scholarship. It wad already rare , so you were "blessed".

As you opened the apartment door the sounds of jazz met your ears , Alastor was already home. You didn't want to make your boyfriend upset , mostly about your habits , but you didn't know what to do to keep yourself a bit fresher than you wanted to be. You drifted into your thoughts as you took of your coat and hung it , then stepped into the apartment... well , stumbled. It would be much more fitting.

"Ah , dear , didn't notice you there ! How was your day?"

Alastor said with a smile as he helped you with your bag.

"Shitty , as usual. I think i'll fail geomtery this semester."

You exclaimed. Alastor chuckled as he led you to the kitchen.

"Well i think if you actually were healthy your grades would be much better so i-"

"Al. Babe , you don't have to take care of me , im not a child. It's only a month until the exams so i need to study non stop."

You gave him a gentle kiss on the head. He always cooked for you , every evening so by now your humble little apartment was nearly a food storage. You felt guilty and ungreatful , he worked hard and you just ended up brushing it off.

You went to the fridge and took out another energy drink... for gods sake it was the 3rd one today. Alastor took your wrist before you could open it.

"Darling i insist... and i'd prefer that you stopped drinking those ,it's bad for the heart ! And i don't want you getting more sick. Besides , it's saturday and i think you should give sunday out to take care of yourself."

You stared at him with your tired eyes. It was ... true. Everything he said was true. You barely payed attention to him even , which made you feel worse. You sighed before you brushed off his hand.

"Last one , Al. I swear i'll eat later."

You opened the can and took a gulp.

You realized it barely even helped you at this point , even though you had like a whole stash in your fridge. It was now a mere apitizer for your pathetic little life.

"Ugh , fine."

Alastor calmed down a bit and as you sat down at the table he placed a plate in front of you then sat across you , just watching you.

"You're not gonna eat ?"

"Oh , i already did."

"You know you don't look any better than me."

Alastors expression became annoyed. You looked like a skeleton and could barely lift up your bag, which wasn't that heavy because it was all just notes and papers.

"Fine , fine , im sorry."

You said before a shaky chuckle escaped your lips.

"You better be."

"Oh nooo , im so scared of mister thin tall and bad."

He forced out a laugh.

"Be greatful that mister thin tall and bad keeps you fed."

You couldn't complain about that. Your boyfriend was an absolute charmer. You decided to continue eating in silence.

"Maybe i'll have the honor to sleep with you tonight instead of you sleeping on your desk ?"

You just nodded. The idea was great ... but you'd lose 8 hours of studying.

"What do i get in return?"

"Oho , what do you get ? I think you got enough. Consider it... payment."

You laughed at your boyfriend.

Honestly you sometimes thought how'd you even get him into your arms. He was the one to initiate every move at first. Gifting you various gifts and even helping you with your home task, which you failed... plenty of times. He was such a charmer , and you were a clean paper. It seemed irrational

You snapped out of your thoughts... literally , ad Alastor snapped his fingers in front of your face.

"Eat up. We have to go to bed soon."

"I love you."

Alastor stared at you for a good moment before he slowly chuckled with a sweet voice.

"I love you too... but you still hsve to eat."

His hand lifted up to your face and wiped the corner of your mouth with a napkin.

What a sweet night.

♱   | ok but i would LOVE to live like that. I cry for 2 hours straight when i come back from university or work. ( average adulthood life )

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #has been #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #hazbin alastor x reader #reader fic #alastor x reader #human!alastor x reader #alastor x gn!reader #gn!reader

[vauxxy]

my camp half blood oc ^_^

YALL SHES ADORABLE

her name is odette van schmidt and she’s a child of dionysus 😇

her story is actually rlly funny tbh. makes me crack up a bit. so here it is

basically dionysus met her mum (a rich socialite) at a party she was throwing for the opening of an art gallery, and it was getting late so everyone was going home. odettes mum looked over at dionysus and was like ‘omfg these old geezers r soooo boring. wanna hit the club?’ and dionysus was like ‘have my baby’ SO SHE DID.

9 months later she gave birth to odette van schmidt: the lying, unstable (possible future addict), drama queen JOY of dionysus.

by the time odette turned 14, her mum was like ‘right. this girl needs to get her ass to boarding school’ bc she could not stop CAUSING A RUCKUS. she was a menace during important parties and events- not because she wasn’t good at parties; but because they weren’t fun. while her mum agreed with her, she had grown out of her party girl phase and had to settle down.

well, odette didn’t fight her mums decision to send her to boarding school. after all, that’s where the craziest shit happens, doesn’t it? especially in new york.

so imagine this: odette van schmidt, the pretty girl with weird eyes and designer clothes CHOWING DOWN ON SPECIAL BROWNIES WITH HER ROOMMATE WHO LOOKS LIKE HOMELESS MAN IN A PRETTY GIRLS BODY.

odette could NOT stop getting into trouble. always sneaking off with her friends, partying her weekends away. by the age of 15 she had developed a pretty bad habit of taking a shot of vodka every sunday morning to get through the preachy ass mandatory services.

odettes mum had enough when she found out her daughter wasn’t taking her meds everyday at 8:00, and was instead lighting up at 4:20.

odettes mum had to call her baby daddy and tell him to pick her up for the summer. odette heard this call, and jumped to the conclusion she was getting sent to REHAB. so she ran.

she ran fast and fast and fast and fast. all the way from manhattan to queens.

ofc odette always saw weird shit. but she just always chalked it up to sleep deprivation, adhd, maladaptive daydreaming, and later in her teens: drug induced hallucinations.

after walking around new york aimlessly for 3 hours to escape rehab, her mum gave her a call.

“hey odette… can you come back home? bc ur lowkey a demigod and I WONT SEND YOU TO REHAB BABY IM SORRY I WONT ITS FINE YOU WERE ONLY SMOKING WEED ITS OKAY BABY-”

BOOM. hellhound right in the middle of the dingiest 7/11 in all of queens.

odette booked it- already terrified by what her mum said, and even more so by this terrifying dog thing.

she ran down at alleyway, hoping to escape the gross mangy dog, but she wasn’t fast or sharp enough to lose it or outsmart it. the hellhound attacked her from behind, ripping through the back of her shirt and leaving a scar that ran across the length of her back.

like that shit was BIG. like, from her neck down to her hipbone.

odette was vengeful thoguh. she was more angry than she was in pain, so she took out her pocketknife and started stabbing and punching that thing away. LIKE. HOW WOULD THAT EVEN PROTECT HER FROM A HELLHOUND??? but then the mutt started chasing its tail and howling like crazy, making it easier to put it down like an old dog.

and poof.

into thin air.

“alright what the fuck”

so there she lay- sitting and panting and wheezing in an alleyway, bleeding out. so she decided to pray,

“god i’m sorry for drinking on sundays! i’m sorry for using bible pages to roll! i’ll do anything to make it up to you!”

“girl, it’s fine.”

all of a sudden, there was this middle aged guy in front of her with the same eyes as her and the worst fashion sense she’d ever seen.

“i didn’t know jesus shopped at h&m…”

“jeez, you sound like ur mother.”

after 10 awkward seconds of silence, odette passed the fuck out. bc her back is a war zone. obviously.

when she woke up the next day, she was at the most rank hospital she’d ever been to. but all the doctors were cute. they were all blonde and spoke like poets and had such gentle hands. but they were wearing the most atrocious orange shirts.

good thing I’VE got STY-

odette looked down at herself. “are you fucking kidding me.”

orange was not her colour. it was purple.

after she got all healed up, two blonde 13 year olds who looked just like her arrived at the infirmary. “hiiiiii welcome to rehabbbbbbb”

“oh my god i’m actually going to kill myself”

castor and pollux eventually cleared up mostly everything about camp (after fucking around with their new older sister a bit more, of course), and proceeded to take her to get some food in her tall ass stomach.

she ate. and then she ate a bit more. and then she complained. and then she asked if her mum has her ‘crazy meds’. and then she asked for new clothes. and then she called her mummy and asked her for new clothes or perfume or anything. and then she walked over to the big house to complain about something again.

and as soon as she walked through the doors, screaming about how she can’t party with a torn up back- she was claimed.

“oh my gods odette. we have your stuff. its fine. it’s cool. you’re my daughter btw. and no drinking at camp.”

“… why would my mum fuck a guy who shops at h&m?”

“I DO NOT SHOP AT H&M, I AM A GOD-“

odette blanked. she wasnt really good at faces. much better with names. that’s what u get for being a history buff who can’t make eye contact i guess.

“… which one, sorry?”

“… dionysus?”

“oh. that checks out.”

#pjo #pjo oc #pjo ocs #percy jackson #pjo fandom #pjo series #dionysus #child of dionysus #dionysus kids #cabin 12 #cabin 12 oc #odette van schmidt #odette

[rowretro]

✧𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍✧

WARNINGS: violent description

✧taglist✧: @heeseung-min @jaeneohee @lovingvoidgoatee @neruishoon (anyone I may have missed)

✧CHAPTER 11✧

7 months into the pregnancy, y/n has been having crazy mood swings, ever since she started struggling with her 7 inch heels, and her clothes stopped fitting her because if how the baby bump has grown a lot, The man had a lot of emotions to deal with. But today was a day for no y/n tears. Her mother was throwing a baby shower.

"Ugh these maternity pants make me look pregnant... I don't wanna look pregnant, I can't believe I'm wearing black pants and your t-shirt at my baby shower" the girl pouted. "Darling you wear my clothes better than I do" Sunghoon said, patting her head "Plus your mom told me your 30 year old cousin is 8 months and 2 weeks pregnant, really far long-" Sunghoon added as y/n grinned "So I won't be the ugliest here?" she said as Sunghoon agreed with her, not wanting her to hurt him.

The girl smiled as she enterred the living room only to see her. Shin Ryujin. "I-I- Wha wha bu- I- ryuryu?" she stuttered as the girl smiled at her "Y/n... long time no see..." she trailed off as Heeseung walked in "Ah I see you met my girlfriend, meet Ryujin... we've been dating for a month now... yes I actually am in love" Hee said as y/n nervously giggled. "Iiii'm going to my room-" she said as she went to her old bedroom which was now empty with a plain bed in the corner.

Ryujin is a girl y/n had made out with during her wild, rebellious teenage stage. They were drunk and did so due to a crazy game of strip or dare. It was either they make out or y/n sit there topless. The girl took a deep breath as she went downstairs with a smile to greet the guests. pink balloons and pretty decorations, with a nice oink and white cake "Ah Y/nie~ I always thought you'd have gotten pregnant when you were 15 but damn you're smarter then I thought gurlie~" her cousin said with a fake smile.

"H-Hiii Mihiiii" y/n said, the woman was glowing, perfect hair, nice makeup, and a pretty dress. "Oh kay babies today you're going to some nice white whine tonight~" Y/n nervously chuckled to her womb as she walked to the kitchen, Sunghoon following behind. "Kay Kitten, maybe inviting our snooty cousin wasn't the best idea" Heeseung sighed "Yeah and the girl I made out with lee heeseung!" y/n added, freaking out.

"Y/n.... I thought you forgot that by now-" Ryujin suddenly said from behind. "Y/n it was a dare, don't worry im not going to hold it against you ok?" the girl reassured, patting y/ns back. "y/n?... " A familliar voice called out from behind "LEE JOOYEON?!!!" The girl yelled. "Yeah I came to pick up some old stuff I left here months ago... you're pregnant?! is it my baby?? no woner you were do moody when we we-" "It's my baby." Sughoon interrupted as the man just stood there stunned before gatherring his old CDs and clothes to leave.

"Oh Oh god y/n you poor thing... I really didn't mean for this to go wrong sweetheart" Her mother said "So how far long are you? 9 months? 10? omg have you been gaining weight? that explains the boy clothes~" her cousin said "Oh my god just shut up already" Heeseung yelled as the woman rolled her eyes leaving the room. "No mom, its ok, y-you did all this for us and the babies, it its honestly so sweet im just glad that you accepted us with open arms" the girl said as she hugged her mom, crying. "Im sorry for being a meanie mommyyyy" she sobbed.

✧𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍✧

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 58. brb x oc

a/n: sometimes we get shit days......like I did!! Ngl I'm not the happiest with the chapter so um...im sorry??? ive been having cramps the whole day so that could be........why.EITHER WAY COULD BE BETTER

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none

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-

He wakes up renewed, almost desiring to stay in bed since he was so relaxed. He hums happily, turning to the side in hopes to see Bea but the bed is empty and cold, which meant she woke up before he did. Unusual but not impossible since they had Nicole.  

He’s smiling however, moving to her pillow to smell the lavender scent that never seemed to leave her body. He wondered if that wasn’t just her normal smell and not a perfume. Bradley woke up really happy, not only he had an amazing night - he could still remember everything that happened with detail - but he knew he’d have an even better day. 

He was so glad that Beatrice was slowly going back to her old sweet self, sometimes he’d see her eyes glaze and look at nothing but she’d snap back into reality quickly. While he was in bed, enjoying the softness and leftover warmth under his body, he couldn’t help but remember that their anniversary was coming up and they hadn’t planned anything. 

Honestly, he wasn’t sure if they’d be able to, he still had to check if he wasn’t deployed by then. While everything has been calm these past months he couldn’t be too optimistic because he could be called at any second and leave for God knows how long. 

Bradley groaned, running his hands up and down his face to wake up and then sat on the edge of the bed, trying to wipe the sleep off his eyes as he heard Beatrice’s gentle singing coming from downstairs. He couldn’t understand the words but he knew she was singing to Nicole. He knew he had to go to work, even if his body demanded that he stayed longer in bed, he had to get up. 

And so he did, with some difficulty,walking to the bathroom. 

He usually never rushed his morning showers, but that day he really wanted to enjoy it. He was having a really good morning and he had to get ready for the day, so he allowed himself to just let the water fall down on him in silence. 

“Roos?” her soft voice calls and he looks over to the door, seeing her blurry figure approaching the shower. She opens the door just enough to peek inside, “Hey, good morning.” 

“Hey, come on, I’m at a disadvantage here.” he chuckles, then wipes his face with a hand to lean closer, pecking her lips sweetly, “It’s a great morning, gorgeous.” 

Beatrice tried to not flick her eyes downwards where rivulets of water dribbled down his body and below his navel or else she’d be very distracted, “I just wanted to check what you’d want for breakfast today.” she smiles, “Maybe some pancakes?” 

“Hm,I’d love some.” 

“Good, because I found a chocolate chip recipe I think you’ll love.” she says, slowly backing away, “I’m going to let you shower, Nikki just had her own breakfast and is enjoying her bouncer with the dogs, I just took the time to check on you.” 

“Gorgeous you know I love when you check on me.” he purrs, grabbing his soap to lather over his chest and adoring how she just fought back from following his hand, “Did you shower yet?” 

“Roos.” 

“I’m just asking.” he laughs, throwing his hands up in defense. “It doesn’t hurt to ask.” 

“Uh-huh.” She clearly doesn’t believe him, but reciprocates his smile, “Not because you were trying to find a way for us to shower together,right?” he doesn’t reply but he does have the boyish grin she loved so much, “Anyway, I’m going back downstairs and leave you be.” she slowly closes the shower door with a little wave thrown his way before she’s out of the bathroom. 

Once she’s gone,Rooster lets out a disbelieved chuckle, “Fuck.” he bites his lower lip as he lets the water rinse the soap away, “She has no idea how she fucks with me in the best way,” and a cheeky voice in his mind said ‘literally’. That’s why he had to come up with something nice for their anniversary, not only because he loved her more than anything but because she deserved to have another special celebration. 

Beatrice was worth everything and he’d never tire of saying that to her. He could look some stuff up online, something they could both do together and he prayed for whatever deity there was that they could at least enjoy their anniversary before he was deployed again. 

And now that he’s seeing Nikki grow so fast every day…he’s not really eager about leaving. He even asked some of the pilots who had kids if they felt the same way and they all replied the same - except Jim who apparently felt at peace while gone because his kids were loud and in turn he got weird looks from everyone - that leaving after the birth of your child and coming back only to see how much they grew without you was painful. 

Not only that but Beatrice would be alone and that also made him nervous. Not that he didn’t trust her but he feared that,well, maybe she’d get the baby blues again. He researched it one night when she was asleep and he couldn’t, he wanted to make sure that she’d have no night terrors or nightmares - something he read that could happen - while in bed. So, to him, the wellbeing of Beatrice and their daughter was of the utmost importance. 

He was good at his job, he wouldn’t achieve what he did if he wasn’t, but he also wanted to balance both things. He knew Beatrice wouldn’t mind, she never did, she was just an angel in this planet who came to bless him with her kindness and love…and he just wanted to repay her in some way. 

He didn’t plan on retiring yet but he wanted to make sure that every time before he left they’d do something. Either go out, watch movies, eat something both of them like, hell even playing video games together, he didn’t care. 

The spook in December messed him up a lot and he just wanted to come back to them every time. He still had Beatrice’s ring around his dog tags and the flower pouch she made saved up and hidden in his bag, he liked to believe they brought him a lot of luck and he couldn’t really get rid of them now. 

Bea didn’t mind, she rarely asked for her ring back and considering everything she accepted he took it for himself. But that was the thing, she was always so giving, she gave so much for so many people and she rarely accepted anything back. 

“Well,” he starts talking to himself as soon as he shuts the shower off “She deserves something great.” 

And she does, more than anyone he knew. While wiping the moisture off his body,Bradley couldn’t help but wonder what exactly they could do for their anniversary. It was still in his mind and it didn’t appear it’d leave any time soon.  

As he wraps the towel around his waist and walks to the closet to change, he pauses when he sees her hiking boots tucked safely in the corner. Holding up his shirt as inspiration strikes, he knows exactly what they could do: They could go camping! Of course they wouldn’t be able to take Nikki if that was the case, she was too small, but…if everything went well they could leave her with Bea’s parents. 

It was a nice idea and they never hiked together even if they mentioned doing so. 

But there was much to think until then and he hoped he had enough time to do so. 

As he finished dressing up, with the idea still fresh in his mind, he walked down the steps to the first floor where he could still hear Beatrice talking to Nicole. He tried to be as quiet as possible but the twins - as they called Eleanor and Jack - immediately poked their heads out when they heard him coming. He petted them in a greeting before he walked into the kitchen, seeing his wife explaining to Nicole what a pancake was. 

She even held a plate in such a way that Nicole would see it. He didn’t know what his daughter’s reaction was, but Beatrice’s smile probably meant she was happy seeing it. “Roos!” Bea placed the plate down right where he usually sat, walking up to him to meet his lips in a sweet kiss, “You are smelling really nice,lieutenant.” 

He smirks against her mouth, “Just the best for my beautiful wife.” he whispers back, pecking her lips two more times before she walks away from him, his brown eyes dropping to those wide hips to hers, following them until she sat down on her spot, “You telling Nikki how pancakes should be considered the World’s 8th wonder?” 

She laughs softly, holding her head up with her hand as Rooster walks up to Nikki, kissing the baby’s cheeks and baby talking to her when she starts to giggle, “Something like that.” she says, “She seemed curious.” 

“Well if she’s anything like me we both know she’ll love it.” he says as he sits down, running his hand through his already combed hair. Beatrice loved that even when he cleaned himself up like that he still had to mess it up just enough to make it fluffy. “But it looks really nice, you said there’s chocolate chips in this?” 

“Choco chips and some yogurt.” she smiles, “I saw the recipe online and I thought you’d like it.” 

“Mm,what’s this? Are you spoiling me?” He meets her eyes when he asks that, the subtle dark glaze over them not missed by Beatrice, “Last night…today…you are going to pamper me too much,you might never get rid of me.” 

“Hm,good.” she smiles wider, “I wouldn’t want to get rid of you.” 

“Careful, more talking like this and I’ll just stay here today.” he jokes before taking a bite of his breakfast, “So,I was thinking about our anniversary.” 

“Oh?” 

‘Yeah,I think we can figure something fun to do, don’t you?” 

Beatrice folds her arms on the table, tilting her head at him, “Do you have something planned?” 

“It’s an idea.” he shrugs, sipping his coffee, “But maybe we could go hiking, we can leave Nikki with your parents for one night and enjoy the time together.” Beatrice stares at him for a few seconds, then licks her lips as she thinks about it. 

“Well, I do like the idea.” 

“But?” 

“But my parents are going to Italy during our anniversary. It’s my uncle Roberto’s birthday and he invited them…for a yacht ride.” she laughs softly, “So, maybe we can…figure something out that we can do with Nikki?” 

Bradley shrugs with a nod, “Sure, it’s just an idea anyway.” He looks back to where Nicole was, her little hands on top of her light pink onesie as she looks at the moving mobile with such intensity you’d think she was interrogating each plastic animal above her head. “I mean,Nikki doesn’t have a lot of interests yet but I think we can work something out with her,huh?” 

“I think so too.” she replies, “She’s…a lot like you.” 

Bradley holds the coffee mug inches from his lips, arching his brow with an “Oh?” 

“Yeah, she has the same look when she’s really focused.” he furrows his brows in confusion, “Roos, you have this…look, your brows lower and your lips pout just a little bit because you are focused on something…and then you run your hand on your mustache. She has the same mannerisms already, so you are already being an influence to our infant daughter.” 

He looks back to where Nicole was, seeing her little focused face with his own confused one. She was looking at her mobile intensely and her lips were pursed up a little bit, little pink lips that seemed to pop out of her face with her tiny arms trying to reach the moving bird, “...if you ask me she has a lot of you too.” 

“She does?” 

“Her smile especially.” he smirks as Beatrice’s cheeks turn a light red, “She smiles with her whole face just like you do. And her eyes squint and shine at the same time, just like yours.” 

Beatrice only blushed more, cupping her cheeks with her hands and sinking into her seat a bit more, just enough that the upper half of her body was visible, “Stop.” she giggles, “You are too smooth and I might take your offer about you staying here today.” 

Rooster smirks even more, arching his brow with a flick, “Maybe next time, maybe I can…” he drops his eyes down her chest, “Be a little late.” 

“You are never late.” she retorts, cheeks red as ripe tomatoes, “How long would that even be?” 

“Mmm…forty five minutes maybe?” she gaped at him, then started laughing, shaking her head because she couldn’t believe him, “Not my fault you are hot.” and he was sincere about it, he’d stay home if there was a possibility. But this talk only made him feel better than before. 

Yeah, it was going to be a good day. 

- 

Bradley stands in front of Cyclone with his hands behind his lower back, chest expanding with an inhale,”...three months,sir?” 

“Three months,Bradshaw.” the Vice-Admiral says, his glasses resting by the bridge of his nose as he reads the papers in front of him, his blue eyes slowly rising up to the standing officer who looked a mix of surprised and disappointed. He slowly pulled his glasses off, “Speak your mind,Bradshaw.” 

“There’s nothing in my mind,sir.” 

“There must be,” he gestures the handle of his glasses to the officer’s stiff posture, “You are standing there like a green bean ready to snap, so, tell me what’s the matter.” 

Bradley didn’t know how to start, he stood there in silence for a few seconds before words finally appeared in his brain, “...I…may I ask something personal,sir?” Cyclone arches his brow even more, “...how was it…when you had Evelyn?” 

Cyclone’s expression went from curious to a blank slate, those blue eyes turned icy and Bradley feared he stepped over the line when asking his superior about his daughter. But Cyclone just takes a deep breath, almost meticulously opening the glasses case to place them inside, clicking it shut with one hand, pushing it aside before he interlaces his hands on top of his desk, “How old is your daughter,Bradshaw?” 

“She’s going to turn one month old,sir.”  

Cyclone pauses, his eyes looking to the side in thought, “One month…hm.” he chuckles almost dryly, one of his hands coming up to scratch his jawline, “Evelyn was one year old when I finally held her for the first time.” his eyes shadowed as he reminisced, “She was already so big and she had no idea who I was, we didn’t have facetiming back then and it took a while for us to actually bond.”  

He could see how his words affected the new father, whose shoulders tensed and relaxed as he tried to control his emotions, “This will happen often,Bradshaw.” he begins, “Your daughter will grow asking her mother where you are, how long you’ll be gone and when you are coming back.” Cyclone slowly rises to his feet, walking around his desk to stand in front of Bradley, “This is something she’ll have to get used to.” 

Bradley licked his lips but said nothing, avoiding his superior’s eyes as he looked down at him, “Sacrifices that must be made.” Cyclone says, “Sacrifices that she will understand when she’s older.” 

He almost wanted to retort that Evelyn didn’t seem to understand the sacrifices he made when she was younger considering how she acted around her father and around other Naval officers. “I know.” he holds back the frown, “I know,sir.” 

“What we do is for our children.” Cyclone’s voice is so dangerously quiet Rooster can feel it enter his ears as if it were a punch, “You have the possibility of talking to your daughter while you are away…do not waste that. Dismissed.” and he turns around to sit back down on his chair, leaving Bradley standing there quietly. 

He inhales one last time before saluting and leaving the room, clenching his eyes as he sighs loudly, walking ahead until he sees Phoenix and Payback talking not too far from him, “He let you in it too?” Payback asks and Rooster nods, “You look tense,man.” 

“I…” he sighs again, “...this is the first time I’m leaving Bea and Nikki alone.” 

“It’s not for long.” Nat adds, crossing her arms, “It’ll be over before you-” 

“Nat,” he holds up a hand, “I…don’t think that will help. Yeah,I’m glad it’s a short time instead of a year or two, but it’s still scary. Bea–” he pauses, his jaw moving as the words are held back behind his teeth, refusing to elaborate why he worried about his wife the most, they didn’t need to know that, “...I just worry.” 

“You are a new dad.” Payback smiles sympathetically,patting his friend’s shoulder “It’s normal to worry.” 

“Unless you are still thinking about what happened in December.” Phoenix’s voice is quiet, the words weighing more than normal and the three of them could feel the atmosphere change as they all recalled how close that was, “Which…honestly I don’t think anyone forgot.” 

“That too.” he whispered, rubbing his eyes with his thumb and index finger, pinching the bridge of his nose with his brows going up, “...I’m okay. Just…I’m okay.” he pulled out his phone to unlock it, seeing the pictures of both their wedding day and of Nicole as his backgrounds clearly helped him. 

But his day…well, it wasn’t going as great as he wished.  

And he had to talk to Beatrice later.  

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[nerves-nebula]

I’ve never really recognized it as “religious trauma”, but I’m nodding along to ur list. It’s just kinda stuff that happened. Except for the few things that grown me was kinda at like ‘that seems a little bad actually-‘

I remember being 7 and first thinking what if God isn’t real as I was trying to sleep. So it’s like midnight and I’ve just had this world breaking thought that immediately had me spiraling down two trains of thought: Im going to hell for thinking that, and, what if he isn’t what the fuck. So of course I’m freaked out and I’m pretty sure child me needed a fucking hug or some assurance or something, so I went to my parents room, which woke up my mom. At which point I realize, I can’t tell them my actual problem because it was a thought I was ashamed of having, and I didn’t want to run the risk of getting in trouble for some nebulous comfort that was frankly unfathomable cus my parents suck. So I just said felt sick, and took “sorry” my mam gave me as comfort enough (which in hindsight is not a great response to that), and just had to go back to bed with all that. That shit stuck with me. I remember at Sunday school, maybe months or a year later, when one of the teachers said doubt was put in our minds by the devil, I was so fucking relieved.

And there’s the fact that I didn’t know other religions were a thing. I didn’t know there were other blends of Christianity. I lived in a small town and I just had never been touched by that concept until I moved at 11, and one of our religious education modules was on Judaism. Everyone else was just learning customs and calendar stuff, and I was having a whole epiphany. I was so confused until halfway into the lesson, and I realized they were talking about not being catholic. I literally searched the library for a book that would explain this arcane concept. And it was just such a mind blowing experience. I was couldn’t comprehend why no one had ever mentioned other religions if there were so many. And how did it make any sense that there were so many. The differences aren’t subtle. Point is, it was a whole thing.

If I hadn’t moved I would have been made to do my confirmation that school year. And that’s not okay! The whole point of that sacrament is that you’re choosing Christianity, like your old enough and conscious enough to make that choice. Adult in the eyes of the church and all that. Baptism but leveled up. But they make children do it. Unrelated, but when I first learnt about it I was 8, and there was a girl in my class that never had to religion with us. Which was the weirdest thing to me at the time, because sure there were people that didn’t have to do Irish or English, because they had different first languages. But religion? I always found that so weird. But she literally just. Wasn’t catholic. And I just couldn’t conceptualize that. It didn’t occur to me that could be an option.

Jesus, raising kids with a religion is brainwashing of the highest order and no one can change my mind on that. Sorry for rambling at u, that post just made me think.

If I hadn’t moved I would have been made to do my confirmation that school year. And that’s not okay! The whole point of that sacrament is that you’re choosing Christianity, like your old enough and conscious enough to make that choice. Adult in the eyes of the church and all that.

my girlfriend said this exact same thing when i was forced to be confirmed. said it didnt count but tbh that feels like a cop out. like its something ive been forced to do, like a spiritual violation or something, it still happened. but, eh, whatever

Jesus, raising kids with a religion is brainwashing of the highest order and no one can change my mind on that.

not sure i agree with you here, but i can agree that a lot of the ways kids are raised within Christianity is cult-ish and brainwash-y and bad.

#nnstuff #ask #christianity tw

[jstarr86]

CH 2

NAT POV

I checked over my reflection in the mirror. Another year another Christmas party. My mom and Joes mom always threw one and it was a big deal like half his family came and these guys had a big family. Josh had been weird the past few months hell I remember my birthday asking if he was mad at me and he said no and we argued because I called him out on how he'd been acting. Walking out I bumped into a brick wall and looked up meeting Josh's brown eyes.

"Sorry uce." I muttered hands on his chest.

"You good snickers I ain't know you was up here." I rolled my eyes playfully as I nudged him. That nickname stuck. Thicker than a snicker and it stuck. Him Jon and Joe started saying it the minute I started getting curves at first it was what the hell happened to you because I got curves and a ass and tits seemingly overnight at 12 and by 13  the nickname had stuck and they also started practically being guard dogs and wanting to kill any guy who wanted near me. Hence why I was a damn virgin until I'd asked Joe; truthfully as much as I thought Joe and Jon were hot there was just always something about Josh that once I started to notice boys and how hot my three best friends were I developed a crush but wouldn't say anything because I didn't want it to be weird and I never asked Josh because of that I'd be embarrassed if he'd said no and hurt and secondly I didn't think Jon would let us live it down and I didn't wanna constantly hear about it. Josh still had his hands firmly on my waist as he slid one behind my back pulling me into his chest more than I was as I looked up at him as he started smirking.

"J, what you doing." He pointed up and my eyes followed seeing the mistletoe hanging over our heads.

"You know what they say right." He replied softly as I gulped slowly nodding

"So what about it?" He took a hand off me to grip my face in his hand as he pulled my face in bending his head as he placed his full lips against mine. I gasped in shock as I quickly slid my hands to his face as he slipped his tongue in my mouth. I'd only kissed Joe but with Josh it was all way different. Jesus he could kiss, everything including the noise from downstairs of our families mingling faded as we kissed and Josh and I walked no we  ran across a line that was like the damn end zone, end game, this was like every cheesy girl movie and weird romance novel I knew my mom read. This is that soulmate kiss like everything in the puzzle finally fit.

"Aye uce you see- oh shit!"

"What?-oh shit!" Jon and Joes voices snapped us out of it as we jerked back looking at them Josh never removing his hands from me and I had my face hiding in his chest.

"Snickers and Ucey uce y'all getting it in with the mistletoe."

"Shut up Jonathan." I said as he looked at me.

"Aye im just sayin and bout time shit uce been pawnin over you for months naw years."

"What?" I said looking at him.

"What 13 hit hard."

"Why ain't you say anything? Oh my god I'm just like all them girls be talkin-"

"No you not." All three said.

"Yes I am."

"Snick no you aren't." Joe said softly. Knowing everything going through my head. They all knew when something bothered me but I guess being so close with Joe he could read me like a book.

"Yeah I am. Josh." I sighed looking at him "we can't hook up, like that kiss was bomb and they interrupted it but you not gonna want me."

"Why your beautiful look I know being best friends with us is weird but I know you felt-"

"I slept with Joe." I blurted out as they all looked at me

"And that means what?"

"Josh for real I fucked your cousin what it gonna look like if we hook up; I'm really keeping it in the family huh."

"Snickers I've known for a few months you and uce hooked up, wish you would've asked me to take the vCard because I wouldn't have said no because I like you too  but I get it you've known him longer and y'all bond different. and fuck every one else hell no one even know about that but us."

"You knew? You told him?" I asked Joe who held his hands up.

"No he did."

"Jon!" I protested "you told Jon, ugh Leati Joesph Anoai, I can't tell you anything."

"Oooo you in trouble uce she done said your government."

"Look I walked in and they were talking and he was pissed at me."

"Yeah I told uce Snickers, he was saying he liked you and was trying find a way to tell you and I told him about you and Joe." I looked over at Josh who still had his arm around me.

"I didn't know."

"Me either and I was mad he got you first I'm tired of always competing with my brothers and shit thought here's a girl they wouldn't go for don't know why and then uce told me you and uce hooked up and he walked in at the end, you mad I told you?"

"I like you too Joshua." I said gently.

"Say it again?"

"I like you too Josh-" he cut me off kissing me again before pulling back.

"Your not fucking my brother."

"Oh my god Josh."

"What you ain't and fuck all them bitches who said your with all of us they just mad they not and mad you really could pull us with ya fine ass.

"Josh"

"It's true."

"Yeah well his girlfriend helped make it worse." I said pointing at Jon

"Aye I broke up with her thank you."

"Yeah and that made it worse because then it was a you left cause of me."

"How many times we gotta tell you haters gon hate."

It took three weeks for my three best friends to get me to date Josh. I was so worried about what others people would think if they ever knew I'd lost my virginity to Joe but was now dating Josh. I'd felt it give weight to people running their mouths like they already did. Dating Josh was a lot different than being friends with Josh, he was always loving but when it's geared towards you a different way it's different but I liked it, he was sweet and romantic and the day Eki and his dad found out they grilled his ass like I was their kid not that he was their son and nephew Eki said you hurt her ima beat your ass. Our first date we went and watched a scary movie Final Destination and grabbed dinner from some pizza place and Josh he'd shown up with my favorite flowers, roses and sunflowers. They were compiled together in a beautiful bouquet. Our first date I mean I'd always known my friends were special but this was when I realized Josh was different.

3 MONTHS LATER

I sat my back against Josh's headboard and his head in my lap. We were hanging out spending some time together, homework was done and Jon, Joe and the little brothers Sefa and Jeremiah were in the living room doing who knows what, Josh and I just wanted alone time. We could hear them down the hall from where the door was cracked.

"When did you start liking me?" I asked suddenly as his head turned from the tv towards me my fingers trailing over the red durag that covered his faded hair.

"Middle of 8th grade. I mean I guess starting like summer 6th and in 7th I started noticing you as more than a friend but it was like full blown like I wanna date her and kiss her til 8th."

"Why did you wait til half through freshman year to say anything to me about it? Did anyone know?"

"I ain't wanna be weird or creep you out, we best friends I ain't wanna ruin anything by saying something and you not feeling the same then shit changin and being weird. I'd rather not say anything and have you than tell you and anything change and no until I finally told Jon when he asked why I was being weird around you ain't no one know."

"I wish you'd told me."

"It took a bit but I did, wish I'd said something sooner too. So when you start liking me?"

"Hey I was asking questions not you."

"I am now though so when?"

"When we was 13, I started noticing boys more and of course I'd notice y'all hell every girl in PCola noticed y'all."

"Yeah we fine."

"Josh." I giggled as we both laughed. He touched my face gently making me look at him. He lifted up on his elbows kissing me. He licked my lips asking for more and I opened my mouth as we went from kissing to making out within a few minutes. He sat up moving between my legs kissing me as we both moaned.

"Aye uce what-" we jumped apart as Jon walks in a smirk on his face "shit you lucky I wasn't mom she'd beat both your asses."

"Excuse you your mother loves me, unlike the hoes you be having in here."

"My girlfriend is not a hoe."

"Nah she's just a bitch." Josh chuckled kissing my neck as he moved off me. It was no secret me and Jon's girlfriend couldn't stand each other and it wasn't for my lack of trying. However she was rude anytime she was around to me just a rude nasty bitch that at this point only Jon liked and she was wearing his ass out on it too.

"What you want uce?" Josh asked and I could hear the annoyance in his voice, upset Jon had walked in.

"Mom wanted kno what to make for dinner should tell her you havin dessert already."

"Jon shut up we watching a movie."

"Nah y'all was about to fuck, watching a damn movie playin tonsil hockey."

"Oh my god we was kissing it was a kiss."

"Oh that was more than a kiss hell if I wanted longer the bed be banging." I tossed a pillow at him that he easily caught tossing it back.

"Your not gonna have a twin."

"You're not gonna hurt him."

"But I wanna."

"Mmm you look cute pouting juicy lips." He said kissing me again.

"Mmm." I replied pulling back. "Nah you the juicy one, ucey jucey. Thick ass soft lips. I really like kissing you."

"Me too." In the three months we'd been dating I found out kissing him was becoming one of my favorite things. I simply couldn't get enough of Josh. I wish we had more classes together though. He groaned as I gently nipped his bottom lip grabbing a handful of my ass. A bang on the door had him rollling his eyes as he got up opening the door, the attitude immediately leaving him as his uncle stood there."yes sir."

"I know you ain't in here doing anything."

"No just hanging and talking, we done with homework."

"Mhmm you know I'm not stupid right."

"I'm being honest uncle Eki." He looked over at me over Josh's shoulder.

"We just studied and did homework and were talking." He started laughing nudging Josh

"Dinners done oh and nephew."

"Yes sir."

"Wipe the lips gloss off your lips."

#main event jey uso #wwe jey uso #jey uso #the usos #jey uso fanfiction #jey uso x reader #jey uso smut

[maygrcnt]

Let’s see the Olivia 911 song list

thank youuuuu for asking i love you!! i know i said five but i didn’t want to stop at five so i did ten. also im gonna try and refrain myself from just saying every song is a buck song but it’s hard

1. Brutal- seasons 1-3 May. I feel like we as a collective don’t talk about the early seasons of may grant enough. she was just a kid! and she was being bullied so bad she thought she didn’t have any way out of it, it’s so heartbreaking. and then she just kept going through stuff in her family life and… i just care for her so much and this is HER song fr.

2. Deja Vu- Buddie. there’s no like actual moment of buddie for deja vu but i just feel like this is what’s going through both of their heads every single time the other person has a date with someone else. like this is the one and only buddie jealousy song to me!

3. Vampire- Buck/abby. like i’m sorry you can’t convince me buck abby was an ethical relationship and im NOT talking about the age gap even though that’s the main point of this song. like she got his info in a sketchy way and then basically used him to help her heal until she was ready to move on but then didn’t even have the guts to do an actual breakup and left the kid hanging for months. call me a bitch but i feel very comfortable saying she sucked so much of his energy and life. it took two full seasons for him to fully find closure from that while she had started a whole new life! :/

4. Stranger- Buck/abby again lol. this is like the other side of that argument where it’s like, buck was totally crushed but now in season seven who the fuck cares about her! she’s just a stranger now! and the lyric “you are the best thing i keep so far out of my life” is very them. because she did change his outlook on life in MANY ways but his healing from her was the best thing he could have ever done.

5. logical & enough for you- maddie. my heart breaks listening to these songs from a maddie perspective. thinking about how long she suffered and dealt with so much she didn’t deserve,,, these are the best songs for her imo especially the lyric “one day i’ll be everything for somebody else” because she is she really is! and she’s getting married to the person who looks at her like she hung the moon and i love her!!!

6. Making the bed- eddie, specifically pre canon eddie. idk how to explain this one but it’s very much just the idea of him getting back to his son realizing how shit things are and being like … i had a part in making this problem and now i need to fix my shit. and then he did!

7. 1sf3sb- henren in the early seasons/precanon. the cheating storyline is one of my least favs but i love how they showed them rebuilding from it and coming back even stronger. but in the midst of it all this song is truly very them from karen’s perspective. she was valid for everything during that time btw karen is a literal saint for her patience.

8. boahsg- ravi, our little clumsy socially awkward darling

9. Love is embarrassing- Bisexual buck!!!!!! this is my fav liv song and it’s so buck it’s not even funny. the anthem for the give more than they get hopeless romantics oh god i love him and it became way way more buck when he kissed a man who’s kind of a loser. i bet he’s planning out his wedding with a guy he’s never marrying right now!

10. finally, the newest addition to my list and the most important in my mind: Scared of my guitar the most buddie song to ever buddie (other than good luck babe). I love this song so much coming from the perspective of them literally not being able to lie to each other but they can lie to significant others like it’s nothing. oh there’s so much good stuff in there it’s amazing.

thank you for letting me do this anon ily

#i have a lot of other artists i could do this with lmao listening to music is a 911 activity for me #911 abc

[strawberrybabydog]

hi!! so im the anon from like 8 days ago asking if youd take fanart of your mascot! sorry this took super long but i drew something for you

i dont draw backgrounds often so it might look a bit wonky, but if you see any errors youd like fixed feel free to let me know!! though if you like it ill probably come back and draw you another art or two next month when i get the spare time to :3

oh my god how long has this been in my inbox? im gonna cry im so sorry i didnt answer this sooner. this is so beautiful i am so happy youve spent this time on me. the background is awesome, specifically the sky has so much movement and shape!! i love this so much im so happy thank you ♡♡♡♡

#personal #asks #lovemail #gift art

[soumaizumip]

My Soccerwife Might Be Dead and I Am Going to Have to Learn to Be OK With That (But For Now I Am Very Annoyed)

god ok 204, let me down one last time (overreaction) (still waiting to actually see him if we even get to but the implications are driving me batty)

at this point i can’t even say if i think they’ll actually ever bring the old kunigami back. they seem just fine letting this be the way he is now

i Really wanted him to be punished in this game. if he was going to change this would have been it. this should have been it

at the very least i wanted him to get knocked down a peg. he had one goal which he basically stole from isagi which seemed to have already been going in without his intervention

i wanted him to get a lower bid this time

and yet

and it’s basically just the same thing. he hasn’t changed from when he first came back “he’s big and we trained him to be an asshole, and the people love that” 

everything points to him being successful right now, that this is what works and this is what he should be doing

hell his bid doubled even though he BARELY played a part in this game WHICH HE SHOULD HAVE PLAYED MORE OF BECAUSE IT’S AGAINST CHIGIRI AND IT SHOULD HAVE MEANT A LOT TO HIM NARRATIVELY AS MUCH AS IT DOES TO ME, A RELENTLESS FUJOSHI WITH A FIRE BURNING IN HER HEART OK I’M SORRY I’LL MOVE ON

we are being told he will not change, that nothing so far has driven him to change, whether it’s being outshone by isagi, ignored by his team, or... chigiri, at all

they really got my damn hopes up with their reunion, and their reactions on the field... when in the end it did not matter at all

this game was not about them, it was not about kunigami

when, no fujo, i think it really should have been. that’s how it was quite literally set up to be so i don’t think that’s unreasonable to think

What was all this for then. truly. did they forget they wrote this 8 months ago

if this is not what is going to get him to change then what fucking is how much more grandeur do you need because any opponent they face from now on does not know the old kunigami and does not give a shit about him (we are ignoring that on paper no one in blue lock gives a shit about each other you know what i mean)

i’m not gonna act like i know better than the author but literally what was the point of this game then. it dragged on for eight months. 204 has isagi recapping what he ‘learned’ which is learning to use his eyes for the 80th time

the game ended up having the most development for yukki? (or maybe that's just all i remember bc it took 8 fucking months) which is fine. but that didn’t need to result in their win

this win just felt like it has no point for isagi (he’d still have his revelations but who he was facing was irrelevant) and germany when a loss would’ve meant a lot for kunigami. hell even with them winning the writer just seems to not care about seeing any kind of story line for him through. and that makes me sad

maybe im jumping the gun maybe we’ll get meaningful reactions from the 2 of them after this but... i am not expecting anything anymore for this round

because honestly what can chigiri even say after this. what a kick in the face

he doesn’t really have a leg to stand on anymore to wake him up. chigiri lost, kunigami won, and he’s more successful than he’s ever been. they keep hinting at a “pride before the fall” for nagi but i doubt they’ll go through those motions for kunigami

also chigiri should’ve had a way higher bid but i didn’t know where to say that. he is the goddamn speed star

#blue lock spoilers #every passing week is filled with dread for when we'll actually see him after the game #but you know what if we just didn't. they might truly think it doesn't matter #when it matters So Much to me #kunichigi #again for my records #txt #boy i hope im wrong and i can look back and be like wow what an overreaction just wait #but will i #maybe i'll see my wife in 2024

[blood-bound]

Multiples of nine for Mark!!!

WHEW this took me 4ever im sorry. some good ones in here! :D Thank you

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9. when in their life were they most scared?

I struggled with this one because there are a lot of contenders and it somewhat depends on the type of fear. The most horror they felt was probably standing over Sampson’s unconscious injured body after almost having drank from him (which would have killed them) and entering hunger frenzy. The most fear he felt in a more visceral way, for his life, was early on in his embrace, during the coup where the then-prince was ousted and the coterie was caught in the crossfire- since he was just turned I imagine that even though he’s been in other (un)life threatening situations that one was the scariest. And finally the most dread he probably felt was when entering Gaius’s lab, he confronted a large troll who was blocking the exit.. Thankfully that worked out cause it was Kyle. But Mark thought he was SO screwed.  -

18. what dish brings back the best memories for them? Mark got cookies from the neighbors one day and in his memory, its the best food he’s ever had. But I’m not sure if that brings up the best memories necessarily. Hm. 

I’ll say that he had some sort of celebration dinner after defending his PhD with Dr. Armatto and, whatever he had then, would be the dish that brings back the best memories for him. Not that he could eat it now in the same way :( I will decide what that is later… maybe some expensive steak that he wouldn’t normally buy for himself. -

27. how do they usually dress? why do they dress the way they do?

Answered!

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36. how do they fidget?

Answered!

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45. what lies do they tell themselves?

A few right now! Mark loves telling himself lies. I’ll go with the two most delicious ones. One that is VERY important for him to keep up: “I am trying to kill Julius but I don’t have to tell him that because it could never succeed because of how all-powerful he is. I should in fact NOT tell him I am trying to do this because then he would have to limit me, and I am useful to him right now. Limiting me would only hurt him and he should not do that because it is good to help him. Ergo, it is fine to hide that I am trying to kill him, from him, as he is in no actual danger.” 

He is intentionally keeping that one up so he can try to break free of Julius without dying YAYYY his skills in Repression have helped him. 

As well: “I enjoy hanging out with Cassidy because of our shared interests only and because there isn’t anyone else I could do that with right now. I am keeping an appropriate amount of caution and distance with a kindred far older than me. I am only wondering why he is gay because of recent comments he made and I have no investment in the outcome. I only gave him a whole TV because it was a very simple thing for me to do to make someone else very happy and also perhaps he manipulated me. But if he did it was only a small thing that doesn’t matter. It is ok. He cannot manipulate me further because I have normal, platonic, feelings for him, and can keep an emotional distance.” 

I love u Mark my god… u fool. 

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54. how important is money in their life? do they save up for ages, or spend quickly?

Well, Julius gives him a monthly income of thousands of dollars because money is nothing to Julius and he doesn’t want Mark to have to worry about mundane things. However, Mark can’t save money this way - Julius just basically replaces whatever Mark spent that month. 

He will get income from his territory once that is finally set up as well which he could actually keep month to month I think!

Mark has good discipline about saving money so if he needed to he could. Right now he just considers it one less thing to worry about, thank god. 

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63. what’s a meme or tiktok or vine (or whatever) that you associate with them?

Answered! 

#mark vtm oc

[joysbaereal]

Princess treatment (Jaehyun Route of Never Again)

Chapter 8- Im Sorry

PAIRING: Jaehyun × fem reader; past Choi Beomgyu x fem reader

SYNOPSIS: After finding out about

Beomgyus infidelity you decide it’s time to work on yourself and give yourself Princess treatment. But while on this internal journey will you find someone who treats you like their Queen?

GENRE: angst, crack, fluff SMAU.

WARNINGS: ex-Toxic Relationship, mentions of past Cheating, Substance abuse, death jokes, Beomgyu and you are assholes, suggestive, jaehyun is the sweetest person in the world, crude or disrespectful language, Character development purrrrrr.

Written and Text chapter. Warning for this chapter specifically: Violence.

Everything was loud. It always was at Mark’s parties. You’ve been too multiple in the past this wasn’t something new. But what was new is Jaehyun. Beomgyu always took you to parties and if he didn’t take you, he’d meet you there. It’s been 5 months since you two broke up. 5 months without the man you said you’d be with till death. 5 months since your heart was completely shattered. God, you wish you could be like the girls in the movies who say they grew and moved on. But you don’t see it. You don’t see any growth. You probably never will. But Jaehyun does. Oh, Jaehyun sees everything. He sees how you’ve been smiling more. He sees you’ve been less defensive. He even sees that you don’t stalk Mina’s Insta anymore. It still hurts though. It hurts to see that someone so amazing could be hurt so easily. It hurts to see the women he loves not realize how amazing she is anymore. Jaehyun never thought anything could break you. Not until that day you got wasted and cried to him. Beomgyu broke you. He broke the one thing Jaehyun thought could never be broken. Jaehyun remembers that night so vividly. The tears in your eyes and the liquor in your hand trying to dance the pain away. Jaehyun thought you were gorgeous even then. But it still hurts. It still keeps him up at night. It still- “Hey Jae” you snap your fingers in his face to get him out of his trance. “Oh hey- I forgot you were coming” Jaehyun knew that was a lie you probably did too. He had been looking for you all night and asking around. “You already forgot about me? How rude” you say with a smirk and slap his chest jokingly. “Ok how about I make it up to you by taking you to get some drinks” he smiles back and grabs your hand.

Laughing and following him you two quickly go to the tropical themed bar and get your drinks. “Mark somehow always sets up the best parties” you say drinking the Shirley Temple you had gotten. “Yeah, I don’t know how he set it up so quickly I left for work and came back to a tropical beach” Jaehyun chuckles and drinks his Piña colada. A silence resided between you two. But it wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable. It was nice. You can’t remember the last time silence felt so good. With Beomgyu silence usually meant one of you were mad at the other. It was never a good thing, but this. This was good. It felt nice to just sit with Jaehyun and listen to the loud music and chatters, but not speak. Just sit in each other’s presence and regard everything else as background noise. But of course, good things end. “Hey Jaehyun” Aisha gosh how you wanted to slap the shit out of her every time you saw her profile picture under Jaehyun’s tweet. She was pretty you couldn’t deny that, but she was annoying and craved attention from every man on the globe. “Hey Aisha” Jaehyun slightly (and awkwardly) looks at you and looks back at the girl in front of him “I’m so happy to see you the last time I saw you was at the mall” she looks at you smug. It’s funny and irritating at the same time. She’s so boastful about an interaction that happened months ago. “Yeah, um Aisha I’m with my date tonight and, not to be rude, we’d like to be left alone” What the fuck. Jaehyun looked Aisha in the eye saying it. He shocked not only the girl in front of him but also you. His bluntness was interesting. You’ve known Jaehyun for almost a year. You knew he was straightforward, but the moment you saw him turn back to look back at you instead of the annoying girl you realized that Jaehyun was very different from the man you were with 5 months ago. “Oh, um ok” the girl, whose extremely embarrassed walks off. “You didn’t have to do that” you say sipping your drink again. He knew he didn’t, but he wanted to. “Yeah, but I could tell she was getting on your nerves as much as she was getting on mine” He chuckles. This moment is the moment you realized that rejection wasn’t a difficult thing. Beomgyu had always said he didn’t want to reject the girls that would beg for him because it was difficult. Obviously, he was lying, as he always does, but now you see that though Jaehyun had known you for a shorter time period he still cared more about your feelings than the man you were in love with.

Dancing with Jaehyun was always fun. He didn’t have much shame in dancing badly and he would occasionally dance in the middle of the dance circle. It was fun. The party was fun. Key word was. It was fun until you made eye contact with the person you never wanted to see again. It was fun until Beomgyu looked you in your eye. It was fun until you saw the girl he was with. Mina. Of course. Your heart was already broken but this. This hurt like a bitch. “Y/n” Jaehyun screams then looks back to see you standing there like you seen a ghost. The he sees it. He sees what ruined the fun. He sees what broke your heart. He sees what had you crying on his chest. Then he sees red. And then he sees his fist against Beomgyu’s face. The rest was history.

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[frogboyandzombieface]

breathe (in the air)

chapter 9 

a03 link !!! | spotify playlist

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 10 | 11

byler fanfiction - 1970′s au - aged up character(s) - multi-chapter - no upside down/no powers

words: 7314

overall summary: Mike didn’t even want to go in the first place, honestly. El and Dustin managed to convince him to tag along despite his determination to refuse, and he was quite miffed, to be honest. He considered himself to be a pretty normal guy; a little anti-social, a bit uptight due to his conservative upbringing. But he was normal. And he was going to keep it that way, no matter what his friends tried to do to get him to loosen up.

But then he was stuck at a five day hippie-filled, groovy festival called the Midsummer Splendour, full of psychedelic music, drugs, peace and love. And he meets Will, possibly comes to some realisations that he wasn’t a very normal person after all, and finds friends that he would be bonded to for life.

It’s 1973, and Mike is completely, unequivocally, screwed.

author’s note: gUYS. *janice from friends voice* oh. my. god.

im so sorry for such a long wait holy shit a LOT of things irl have happened last few months for me ive had a really bad writers block, worst ive had in a while, whilst working on a new fic that was supposed to be basically a fix-it for season 3 and 4 ( @frogboyandbongos-canon-st​ 😳) and like byler centric n shit. but ive been rly struggling writing that im not usually one to write like somewhat canon compliant fics ya know what i mean? i usually do au's and shit like that. anyways so yeah that took up a lot of my time most of it has been planned out, i hopefully will be able to go thru it but idk - anyways so i thought to get out of the block was to return to this and try and finish it off which worked so hell yeah !!!!!

PLEASE let me know if you enjoyed this chapter, if you guys have stuck around - not long to go until the end !! and then i might do a sequel 👀i have ideas for one, lemme know if youd wanna read it ! ANYWAYS enjoy ily all so so much sorry for the wait <3

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It had taken over an hour for Mike to calm himself down enough (with quite a lot of encouragement from El. proving for what felt like the hundredth time that Mike would’ve probably been doing nothing if not for her) to come out from behind the shower areas and back towards the van. Mainly because he hated the fact that he’d been crying and didn’t want anyone to notice the results on his face - men don’t cry, he was just a weakling - but knowing that as soon as they got back to the van El would pester him to do something about his feelings for Will was a massive factor as well. He’d only just begun to accept it all himself, he isn’t going to be able to actually do anything about it! But he knew El wouldn’t accept that for an answer, the stubborn girl that she was.

“Look, it’s going to be fine, Mike. Just be yourself and that’ll be enough.” El reassured him, her arm delicately looped around his own as she led him in the direction of the sleeping areas, Mike trying his absolute best to be inconspicuous. Probably failing, but that’s to be expected.

“Yeah, yeah, you keep saying that, when it probably isn’t going to be fine.” The caravan was already in sight by that point, and from a distance, he could see that the rest of the group had apparently already begun to settle down for the night. What could they be thinking after Mike and El disappeared for so long? He hoped they - at least he hoped Will - didn’t think that the two were secretly together or something like that, explaining why they vanished together. For all they knew, Mike left first, seeming a little out of sorts, and El followed to comfort a friend. 

He could just manage to spot Will himself sitting on the lip of the van, staring out into the crowd around them; Mike’s heart skipped a heady beat in his chest, causing him to choke slightly in surprise and cough a little. El raised an all-knowing eyebrow at him, and he glared in response.

“Mike,” She began imploringly, but he only shook his head, not tearing his eyes off Will still anxiously perched on the edge of the van, leaning against the open doors, his eyes never stopping in their search for.. whatever it was, and El (surprisingly) shut her mouth, subdued. A figure behind Will with a head of curly hair tapped him on the shoulder, interrupting his concentration; spoke something to him that Mike couldn’t make out. Will lifted his head to look at them, responded with something and smiled, before the other person patted his shoulder and disappeared further into the van. It must’ve been Dustin, Mike figured, because no one else had hair as curly as that - it seemed as if he was checking on him. Had Will been sitting there by himself for a long time? Perhaps the whole time since Mike left?

 Will’s gaze returned to searching the crowd - and then he and Mike, who was now only a couple of metres away, locked eyes, and everything stopped for a moment. Like one of those cliché movie moments where everything around the main character and the love interest slows down, the noise falling silent with a click of fingers until it seemed like they were the only ones left in the world. Mike almost expected dramatic, romantic music to swell in the background as Will rose to his feet, face alight, before jogging over to him and El. He could barely even feel her arm that was still linked with his. He definitely knew, though, that she was using up every bit of energy in her body not to grin wickedly like the Cheshire Cat.

“Mike,” Will greeted - a little breathlessly - slowing to a stop in front of the two friends. His hair was slightly dishevelled, looking like it had fingers running through it over and over again, shoelaces of his converse now untied and lying lonely in the dry dirt. Mike felt El briefly squeeze his arm, before letting go of him completely. He felt slightly reassured by the gesture. “Um, hi. Are you okay? You were gone for ages.. again.” 

Mike tried not to flinch at the word ‘again’. Yeah, he wasn’t dealing with all this stuff so graciously. 

“Nah, I’m okay, I was just.. missing home, really. Me and El just kind of lost track of time chatting.”  He glanced over to the El in question, who shrugged and sent a smile in Will’s direction, and he knew that was El Language for “eh, good enough excuse.” 

“Oh.. okay.” Will responded slowly, glancing between both El and Mike with an expression that clearly showed he didn’t fully believe their story. Which Mike wasn’t really surprised about; he was so smart and intuitive. There wasn’t any way he could sufficiently lie to him. And, not to mention, Mike was a notoriously horrible liar, which certainly didn’t make matters better. “I understand. Um, well, I’m gonna go back to the van- it’s already, like, way past one in the morning, and you don’t wanna see what I’m like when I don’t get my beauty sleep.” He half-chuckled.

I wouldn’t care, I want to see what you’re like every day, Mike thought to himself. But of course, he didn’t voice it, instead just saying “Okay, I’ll catch up with you in a second. I wanna get the good mattress before Dustin steals it.” 

“Well, good luck with that, I think he’s done it already,” Will grinned lopsidedly; Mike couldn’t help but grin back, even though a frustrated “damn it!” burst from his lips, because that meant he’d probably have to sleep on the couch again. Dustin knew Mike was a Bigfoot - he never failed to nickname him so - he couldn’t fit his legs on the fucking thing! 

It was kind of weird, actually; there seemed to be this unspoken agreement that El, Dustin and Mike were going to stay in the caravan with the other three, like they’d been seamlessly absorbed into the friend group in the small amount of time they’ve known each other. Two groups becoming one. He didn’t mind it much - sleeping in the caravan was way more comfortable than their tent. 

Mike prepared himself to follow Will into the van, but El tugged on his arm, keeping him in place - he turned to look at her, brows furrowed.

“Mike, you have to talk to him.”  She was grinning in that little mischievous way of hers, like she was amazed at the interaction the two boys had just had. “He so likes you. I bet he’s been sitting there waiting for you the whole time to come back!” 

“Oh, shut up, Hopper, that’s not true.” He flushed brightly; he ignored her “hey, don’t last name me, that’s my thing!” and continued: “And I can’t now, anyway! I’ve got to talk to Max and Lucas first, see if he actually does like me back.. they know him best.”

El rolled her eyes, about to retaliate with some smart retort, but he interrupted her.

“Well, come on, El! We don’t know for sure. And- and this is a huge step to take.. if this goes wrong, then it’s gonna be a disaster.” He clenched his jaw. He didn’t even really know where the words were coming from, but.. he didn’t stop himself from saying them. “I.. I want Will to stay in my life, even if he doesn’t like me back, y’know? I’m not about to- about to let him waltz in and be all-” He gestured vaguely, unable to properly convey what he meant. “Amazing and beautiful and kind and all Will - and then leave and take my feelings with him. I can’t let that happen. So I need to plan this out carefully.”

El watched him for a long moment, stunned into a hushed silence; like she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. 

“Oh my god,” She breathed, still staring, and her lips broke out into a grin all over again. “You really fucking like him.”

Mike flushed even redder, if that were possible - oh god, this was never going to end, he knew that. As soon as El found out about these kinds of things, she would never let go.

“El,” He warned, sensing an oncoming barrage of teasing. And he was right, unfortunately. 

“You like him so much! You love him, you loveeee him!” She exclaimed gleefully, running around him and poking him, tugging on his arms and attempting to spin him around, even though he was unyielding. He glanced frantically at the people around them, terrified someone was listening in (specifically Will) and understood what they were talking about, but no one seemed to be paying attention.

“Stop, I don’t love him!” He whacked her hands away, shooting her the best death glare he could create. He liked Will, sure, but love? Jesus, Mike wasn’t that desperate. “We’ve only known each other for three goddamn days, okay, I can’t love him yet.” 

“You don’t believe in love at first sight?” El pouted mockingly at him, before pretending to faint and fan herself as she comically danced around Mike. If she wasn’t my best friend, I’d murder her right now. 

“No, for god’s sake! Now shut your mouth, I’m telling you!” He hissed through his teeth. 

El tilted her head, studying him for a few seconds with a grin; all of a sudden, she relented, halting her movements and letting go of Mike’s hands, holding up her own in a show of surrender. “Okay, okay, you don’t love him, I get it.” She smiled, before leaning in rather dramatically to add: “Yet.” 

Mike glared, opening his mouth to snap back at her, but he wasn’t able to, because he had to get interrupted again.

“What’s going on over here?” Max called from the caravan’s doors, gaze flitting between them both. Lucas stood next to her, with Dustin on his other side, and Will peeking from between their shoulders, eyebrows raised in curiosity. 

“Yeah, what’s got you two squabbling?” Lucas quipped, hopping down onto the grass and moving over to them.

“Nothing! Nothing.” Mike responded, rather too quickly. “El is just being mean for no reason.” He directed the last two words at her specifically; she only reacted by giggling into his shoulder. He groaned and rolled his eyes. 

“Sounds like there really is something going on, though,” Dustin prompted. Mike huffed - he really didn’t need the others’ probing questions right now - and strode past them into the van, determined to just move past this and get some sleep because it’s already past two am, thank you very much. 

“Can I tell them, Mike? Please?” She hurried after him, placing a hand on his shoulder to stop his movements - he turned to stare at her with wide eyes like she’d just confessed that she was a secret German spy from the 1930’s, but she quickly whispered to him, gently entwining their fingers for a moment in a show of comfort. “Of course I’m not gonna tell them everything, Mike. But it actually might help your situation with Will if we allude to the fact that you’re interested in someone.” 

“Oh, fine, alright,” Mike grumbled. “Don’t mess this up, Hopper, or I swear to god..” 

“Hey, I got you.” She grinned at him, gently bumping her shoulder with his. “Also, remember, again -” She pointed a finger at him. “Last naming is my thing.” 

“Well, come on, spill the beans!” Max popped up behind El’s shoulder, grinning at them both before flopping graciously onto the couch. Mike can’t resist glancing at Will - he looked just as interested as everyone else to know. Christ, if only he knew who it was about. “We’re Mike’s friends too, we’re in the circle. We deserve to know.”

“I deserve to know the most, you know! I’m his oldest friend!” Dustin exclaimed in a rather affronted way. 

“Children, children, calm yourselves.” El held up her hands again. “So, basically.. Mike’s interested in someone. And I’m trying to get him to make a move,” She shot a look at Mike, who glanced away and began to whistle mock-inconspicuously. “But he refuses to do anything.”

Max gasped loudly and dramatically, placing a hand over her mouth in an act of mock shock. 

“It keeps getting more and more scandalous!” She stage-whispered; her and Lucas both snickered with each other.

“Oh my god, dude! Why didn’t you tell me?” Dustin exclaimed towards Mike for the third time, throwing his hands up in the air like he’d done something insanely baffling. “You know I’m a great wingman, I’ll help you get with her!”

Mike sunk his teeth sharply into the inside of his cheek to keep from showing anything on his face.

Her.

He tasted harsh, metallic blood. 

“Well- I - I dunno, I just..” Mike stammered, desperate to find something to say, to find something to at least elicit some kind of reaction from Will - who, despite staring at him for a long time, wasn’t giving anything away on his face. “I’m not so great with the flirting and the picking up chicks kind of thing, if you couldn’t tell already.” 

“There’s a surprise,” Someone murmured under their breath - without a doubt Max, of course. Mike doesn’t really care, anyway. 

“Shut it, guys, leave him alone.” Lucas frowned at everyone, before turning to Mike with a sympathetic smile. He felt a swell of affection in his chest for the other boy. He was always so kind. “Who is it? Is it someone you met at the festival?” He asked good-naturedly. 

“Um.. yeah. Kind of.” He chuckled weakly; and of course, he had to almost give himself away by his eyes flicking to Will. If only for a moment. God, he was still standing there in that rigid, closed-off way of his, barely giving anything away. He wished he could just know what he was thinking. Was he jealous? Did he think Mike was hanging after some random girl they’d met here? How could he believe that? He’d barely interacted with anyone outside of their circle, and he was pretty sure Will knew that. 

But his eyes still never left Mike. 

“Well, y’know, you gotta do something! You might never see them again!” Dustin urged, coming over to grip Mike’s shoulder. Well, at least he’d dropped the ‘she’. “And I’m sure they’re head over heels for you, too. Trust me.”

“Dustin, stop,” Mike shrugged him off, firing him a surly look. “It’s not a big deal. I’m tired, let’s just go to bed, alright?”

His friend blinked at him for a moment, unsure, before he shrugged and said “yeah, sure, okay.” 

The group began to disperse after that - Max and Lucas slinked away, out of the van and presumably up to the roof, because there was a loud thumping and groaning, and the van even shook slightly as footsteps pounded on the ceiling, until there was silence. 

Mike frowned up at the roof, as if he could see them through the slightly rusted metal and what they were doing. “Why are they on the roof?” He asked, to no one in particular.

“Oh, they like to go and sit up there sometimes. Look at the stars, cheesy stuff like that. Get some alone time.” Will answered; Mike whirled around to see the shorter boy standing next to him, doing the same thing and looking up at the roof like they could see them. He glanced over to Mike with a small, slightly sly smile, before leaning in a little to talk under his breath. Mike tried not to be affected by it. “They’ll never admit it to anyone, but they love cliché romantic things, they do that stuff all the time.” 

Mike grinned. “Aww, how adorable,” He fake-simpered, making Will giggle. “I’m definitely going to use that against them in the future, then.” 

“Oh, yeah, I do it all the time. It’s great collateral.” Will nodded slowly, in a serious, solemn way. “They nick my stash, I blackmail them with their secret rom-com-with-roses-and-chocolates-watching, have-their-honeymoon-in-a-Hawaii-resort relationship.” 

Mike burst into laughter; even though he’d only known Max and Lucas for a couple of days, he could picture Lucas proposing to Max in a fancy restaurant. His heart stuttered excitedly  in his chest when Will began to laugh along with him. Christ, he was already so addicted to that sound. Especially knowing that he caused it.

“Well, um,” Mike began after a beat of slightly heady silence. Jesus, when did the air in the room become all thick and unbreathable? “I.. I’ve actually got something to ask them, so I’m just gonna quickly go up and do that, before, um.. I accidentally walk in on something. Or, well, not walk in, because they’re not in a room, but.. you get what I mean. Before I interrupt anything.” Fuck, I’m rambling, shut up, shut up! He firmly closed his mouth before he said any more stupid shit. 

“Right.” Will raised a single eyebrow, clearly amused by Mike’s ineptitude. “I’ll leave you to that.” 

“Yeah..” He trailed off, taking a few steps backwards and swinging his arms back and forth at his sides, because it suddenly got all awkward and he needed to get out of there before he made it any worse. He noticed El and Dustin both watching them out of the corner of his eye, and when they both grinned and shot him thumbs up behind Will’s back, he discreetly sent them the bird, smiling tight-lipped back at them. “See ya.” 

He spun around on his heel, hurrying out of the van and out into the night again.

 The temperature had dropped considerably since they’d gone inside, and he wrapped his arms around his skinny torso because he was a dumbass only wearing a t-shirt; shivering ever so slightly, he rounded the edge of the van to the right, where there was a ladder attached to the side that led up to the roof. Gripping the cold metal rungs, he hesitated, listening for whatever was going on up there - there didn’t seem to be much, except for hushed whispers and a few giggles.

“Okay, okay, Mike…” He muttered to himself, squeezing the rung for a moment to psych himself up. It didn’t matter, right? Max and Lucas were his friends. They seemed pretty liberal. He didn’t think they were going to judge. 

With that, he began the descent up the ladder; once he could see over the rim of the roof, he saw that the couple were lying on their backs next to each other, facing the open sky above - Max’s long hair pooled from her head like fiery lava, long enough to hang over the edge. It occasionally swayed in the breeze. 

“Really, I’m telling you, that’s Orion!” Lucas was saying, pointing a finger up to some constellation amongst the stars - Max snorted out a laugh, patting him on the chest in a consoling, but kind of condescending way.

“If you say so, Lukey.” 

He wasn’t really sure how to announce himself to them - he didn’t want to just shout out “hey!” and scare the daylights out of them, but it wasn’t like he could knock on any doors.. He glanced around, wondering if there was something he could do to make his presence known, but before he could, Max’s voice rang out to him.

“You know, Mike, I can see you there. Just come here if you want to talk.” He looked up to see both Max and Lucas staring at him, matching expressions of amusement. 

“Oh, sorry. Right.” He nodded, embarrassed, awkwardly clambering up the rest of the ladder until he was up on the roof with them (goddamnit, couldn’t he just be normal for once?!). “I won’t be long, I just wanted to ask you guys something..” 

“Don’t worry about being long. You’re our friend, man, you can ask whatever.” Lucas reassured, smiling softly at him as he spun around on his butt to face Mike. Max nodded along with him, throwing an arm around her boyfriend’s shoulders.

“Yeah, whatever the dorkus said.” She smiled at Mike. There were a couple beats of silence between the three, while Mike tried hopelessly to find a way to word his question without raising suspicion. They all stared at each other, then Max rolled her eyes and broke the ice. “Go on, Mike. Shoot. We’re not gonna bite your head off.” She paused. “Well, no promises from me, but y’know.” She smirked.

“Duly noted.” Mike snorted. “Anyway..” He cleared his throat one last time. Might as well just go for it. Prolonging it would only make it worse. “So, um.. I have a friend who I bumped into here, who’s seen us hang out and she’s interested, and she’s making me ask you guys if you know whether or not Will is seeing anyone at the moment.” He shrugged, trying his best to act as unconcerned as possible. “Stupid, I know. But I thought I might as well.” 

Max and Lucas were both silent for a few seconds. They exchanged a short glance, but it was clearly full of meaning; with the way they silently communicated with just expressions and raises of their eyebrows. Mike was terrified that they’d seen through his lies and knew that there was no mysterious mutual-friend-slash-girl interested in Will. That, in fact he was the mystery girl.

 “Huh, well, no, Will isn’t dating anyone right now..” Max’s gaze flitted back to Mike, and he knew, he could see in the depths of those sharp cerulean irises, that she had seen through him. She knew the truth. “But he’s interested in someone, definitely.”

“He- he is?” Mike blurted out immediately, swallowing thickly when he realised he probably wasn’t helping his case. Will liked someone? Holy shit, Mike tried his best to hope that it was who he thought it maybe, possibly, could be.. but.. “I mean, I didn’t know. He didn’t seem like it. But then again, I don’t know him as well as you guys do..” 

“Oh, no, we can totally tell.” Lucas grinned, raising his eyebrows in an odd sort of way - in fact, both of them were looking at him with these weird sly smiles on their faces like they knew something he didn’t. Like they were trying to tell him something without actually saying it. “He’s obvious as hell, man. But.. I think your, um, mysterious lady friend will be a bit disappointed, ‘cause we’re pretty sure it isn’t her.” 

“Oh.” Mike blinked once. Twice. He felt his brows furrowing again, in confusion. “Who is it he’s interested in, then?” 

“Hmm.. someone.” Max responded, frustratingly evasively. He fought the urge to sigh aloud, because he felt like he was going around in circles at the moment, instead frowning even harder when Max smiled at him and asked innocently: “Why do you wanna know, Mike?”

“Max,” Lucas hissed, whacking her lightly on the arm and giving her a look. He turned back to Mike with another smile. “Ignore her. It’s normal to be curious.”

“Yeah, totally.” He agreed hurriedly. “I-I don’t care that much, really, I just wanted to know. ‘Cause Will’s my friend, and- maybe I could help him, I dunno.” 

“You could help him.” Max repeated slowly, as if he were a child who had just said he could recite the entirety of the square root of PI. 

Mike’s face reddened to the colour of crimson in a matter of seconds. Okay, so he wasn’t exactly James Bond when it came to flirting and overall romantics, he’ll admit it. He didn’t want Will to get with anyone else, anyway. “W-well, fine. Whatever. You know what I mean.” 

“Stop ragging on the poor guy, Max.” Lucas sighed, snaking an arm around her bare freckled shoulders. She rolled her eyes, though didn’t respond, only rested her head on his shoulder. “He’s been through enough already.”

“It’s fine, I think I’ll leave you guys alone now, anyway. That’s all I had to ask.” He slowly rose to his feet, smiling at them one last time prior to beginning to make his way back down the ladder to the ground. Before he could leave, though, a hand reached out to tug on his pant sleeve and a voice calling his name.

“Wait, Mike.”

 He spun around to see Max reaching out to him. Her expression was completely different now; free of judgement, instead sincere and sympathetic, actually. Not pitying, which was nice, at least.

“It’s okay, y’know.” She continued. 

“Wh.. what’s okay?” He echoed, though he had a feeling he knew what she was talking about.

“Just. Uh- know that we’re never gonna judge you, no matter what. And we support you. So.. don’t feel afraid to come to us if you need anything.” There was a pause. Mike hated how his throat had already begun to close up in emotion, affection rolling in his chest for the couple that he already felt so close with, when they haven’t even known each other for a week yet. 

“Thanks, guys.” He managed to croak out. “That’s… yeah. Thanks.” He waved to them one last time, and with that, he climbed back down the ladder and onto the grass, stumbling slightly as he did so. He felt slightly dizzy after that; the fact that two people he barely even knew would do that for him was bizarre, and kind of terrifying if he thought about it for longer than two seconds. 

Now that was over and done with, he rounded back around the corner, about to go inside - but something inside him forced him to stop short at the back doors of the van, hesitating, instead just watching the others from a distance. 

Will was sitting on the couch, the same blanket that Mike had put over him the other night draped over his legs, with Dustin next to him raving on about some stupid story while El had already stretched herself out on one of the mattresses on the floor, dressed in pyjamas and an oversized jumper - that he was pretty sure was Dustin’s - flipping through a book. Mike smiled softly. But then, laughter spilled from Will’s lips at something Mike’s best friend said, his face scrunched up in delight, Dustin’s eyes sparkling with joy at making him laugh, and he froze. It struck a chord with him for some reason, flying straight to his heart into a tangle of emotions that were complicated and difficult to name. Seeing Will get along with his closest friends made him happy in a way that he couldn’t explain.

“Hey, Mike, you okay?” El asked, disrupting him from his thoughts. 

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” He nodded, smiling, before stepping up into the van alongside her. “Just tired.”

“Did your little chat go okay?” El half-joked, grinning at him as he manoeuvred around the mattresses past her. For her question, he purposely stomped on her hand, making her squeak and whack his leg away.

“Fine,” He hissed through his teeth, gesturing soundlessly to Will, who was only a few inches away. “Thanks.” She rolled her eyes, waving him off in a motion that basically said “suit yourself.” 

“Well, I’m wiped. We better get ready for bed.” Dustin announced as Mike made his way up to the couch, lifting himself up and stretching his arms into the air. The other man took the opportunity and jabbed him in the ribs, causing Dustin to yelp and curl in on himself. He spun around and whacked Mike on the arm, glaring. “Unoriginal!” 

“Hey, I love the classics!”

“You’re a menace, Wheeler.” Will smirked, following Dustin by also getting up from the couch, padding over to his bed with the blanket still shrouded around him, the ends trailing on the floor after him. He looked so cuddly, Mike just wanted to wrap him up in his arms and never let go. 

“Oh, that hurts, Will, it truly does.” He slapped a hand dramatically to his chest. 

“Shut up, drama queen.” 

It was a good twenty more minutes before Max and Lucas finally came down from their rooftop thrones to join the rest of them inside, finally shutting the back doors after themselves; while everyone got changed and settled down, Mike noticed that Max kept hanging around El, the two of them giggling and joking with each other whilst they brushed their teeth. Max seemed kind of.. different, while she was around her. Mike had noticed it before - the way her eyes softened and a sickly sweet smile graced her lips, how she would talk in a quiet voice to El full of sincerity, very much unlike her usual sarcastic tone. And El, too; he’d known her for ten whole years, he knew when she had a crush on someone. He really felt like there was something happening between them, some kind of spark, but… but Max had Lucas. And he knew that she definitely really liked Lucas, they loved each other, even. It was obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes. Yet.. Max seemed to like El, too.

He watched with a sour twist in his gut as Max’s smile fell slightly, her gaze flitting between El and Lucas, the latter waiting for her to join him in their bed to sleep, an uncannily unsure and nervous look on his face, while El was pretending not to notice the conflict in Max’s eyes, her expression switching from shyly joyful to impassive in seconds. Ouch, this situation is certainly worse than mine, he thought with a purse of his lips. Maybe I should try get some perspective.

“Well, um-” El cleared her throat purposely, smiling tight-lipped and brief at Max before beginning to slip past her. Mike felt guilty that he was listening in, but he couldn’t really help it - he cared about them all too much. “Better get to sleep now. I’m tired.” 

“I..” Max began, but whatever she had to say petered out, leaving her silent, frowning at the floor, lost in her own world. She stood there for a couple of moments longer, clearly thinking through something, before she shook her head, jaw tightening suddenly with determination - she made her way past both El and Lucas to the last available mattress on the floor (Mike’s, which he despaired over) flopping down upon it, announcing that she “would rather sleep by herself tonight if that was okay”. 

Both El and Lucas were perplexed, frowning bereft after her, not really understanding her decision. Yeesh, awkward. That’s all Mike could call it. But he knew what she was doing; by going with one of them, it could almost seem like choosing one over the other to either of them, and so she’s purposely choosing neither. Showing that she didn’t want only one of them - she wanted both of them. It was all or nothing. Mike didn’t resist smiling to himself. That was a smart decision, he had to give her that. 

But that left him in a bit of a conundrum, now. He had nowhere to sleep. 

“Well, um. Where am I going to sleep?” He announced, rather sheepishly, to the silent room - at least bringing the attention off the awkward moment between the resident love triangle. He raked his gaze around the room at five faces all staring up at him with wide eyes from different directions.

“Sorry, man, wouldn’t want to sleep with me, I toss and turn like a bitch.” Lucas shook his head apologetically, adjusting his position and throwing the blankets over himself. Well, guess that was off the cards, then, Mike thought with a twist of his mouth. He wasn’t about to admit that he was a tosser as well, which his friends constantly complained about.

He fixed his gaze on El, who stared at him like a deer in headlights. Please, oh god, don’t do what I think you’re gonna do, he silently begged.

“Oh, me?” She inquired faux-innocently. 

“Yeah, is that okay? Can’t fit on the couch, I’m too tall.” 

“Wait, come here for a second.” She gestured for him to come closer, a determined look in her eyes that told him something suspicious.

“Why?” He frowned. She was clearly up to something, he knew that.

“Just- come on,” She whispered harshly, eyes widening big to indicate she had something to tell him - he inched forward until she was close enough to whisper to him without the others hearing.

“What the hell are you doing? Go with Will!” El hissed. 

“What!? Are you insane? That’s a catastrophe waiting to happen!” He basically scream-whispered back, staring at her like she’d told him she was the secret Prime Minister of France. 

“Mike.” She deadpanned.

“El.” He deadpanned back, shaking his head slowly. No way could he do that. He’d give away his feelings and lose Will forever.

“Oh, okay, then,” She, out of the blue, announced loud enough for the rest of the group to hear, slowly moving to sit up on the mattress - her gaze dropped to an old mug of coffee sitting on the small table next to the couch, Lucas’s, if Mike remembered correctly, from that morning. It was still half-full. 

El slowly looked at Mike. He stared at her. Then, just as slowly, she fixed her gaze back on the cup.

Oh fuck.

“No!-” He cried out at the last second, reaching out to try and keep the mug away from her, but she snatched it up well before he did and poured every last bit of it all over the mattress, exclaiming in mock-horror.

“Oh no, whoops!” She dropped the mug, scrambling up to avoid the spillage with a hand over her mouth. The sticky, foul-smelling substance sunk deep into the material, leaving behind a fuscous stain. Mike was so going to kill her.  “So, sorry, Mike, looks like we can’t sleep here! I’ll have to go on the couch.” She was clearly fighting to keep a smug smirk from appearing on her face, sauntering past him and collapsing gracefully onto the couch. 

“Yeah, that’s such an unfortunate coincidence.” He basically snarled the last word through clenched teeth; she only smiled back at him and waved, like everything was fine and well. There was a muffled giggling and snorting coming from Mike’s feet, and he whipped around to glare at Dustin and Max, ready to rip them a new one, but they both immediately pretended to be asleep, snoring loudly in an obvious and glaringly fake way. 

God, this day was so humiliating for him so far. 

To get back at them for that, he whacked them both on the back of the head, before finally submitting to his eventual fate and slowly turning around to face Will’s bed. He noticed Will’s eyes immediately dart back to his sketchbook splayed in his lap the moment their gazes met, as if he’d already been watching him. Oh, god. 

Mike plunged his teeth into the inside of his cheek again to keep from displaying his nerves, gradually shuffling closer and closer to his bed until he was level with the ladder that led up to it; he hesitated one last time, glancing over his shoulder - everyone’s eyes immediately fell shut and they promptly snored, obviously pretending to be asleep when they were actually watching the interaction. Bastards. 

He turned back around. Will’s eyes were still resolutely set on his sketchbook, face carefully blank. He inched forward a little more until his head was just peeking over the edge of the mattress - there were benefits to being tall, after all - and stared at Will. He was languidly spread over his bed, the blanket he’d wrapped around himself now bunched up and stuffed beside him. He looked so cosy.. His eyes were droopy already. He clearly wanted to sleep.

Not wanting to drag it out any longer, Mike delicately cleared his throat and tapped nimbly on the bed frame.

“Hey, um- Will?” He approached; Will raised his head, lips curling up into an extremely amused smile as he regarded him, one eyebrow lifted. He clearly knew what he was about to try and do. “Um.. could I sleep with you?” 

There wasn’t an immediate response from the other man - he only continued to stare - causing anxiety to begin to snake up Mike’s spine and curl around his ribcage, so he continued rather nervously: “It’s just- every other bed is taken, and to be honest, I’d rather not sleep on wet smelly coffee stains, and- Dustin and Max are being dickheads-” 

“Mike, it’s fine.” Will cut him off. “Of course you can sleep with me.” 

Mike tried not to get too visibly flustered at the phrase “of course you can sleep with me”, but he found he was struggling slightly, cheeks bright red, and in his delay Will shifted to the left until his back was up against the wall, patting the empty space next to him.

“Come up, you dork. It’s not getting any later.” He grinned in this fond, adoring kind of way, eyes sparkling like tiny beetles - Mike couldn’t help but grin back, all previous anxiety forgotten, instead replaced with flutters and jolts in his stomach as he began to climb up the ladder, carefully crawling onto the mattress so as not to bounce Will around too much; he hesitated again, though, as a question formed in his mind.

“Um- are- are we going to top and tail, or?” He asked, hovering next to Will. 

The other boy rolled his eyes, shutting his sketchbook and leaning down over the edge to place it on the desk below.

“And have your gross germy feet in my face? I don’t think so.” He shuffled and turned until he was facing Mike, adjusting the blankets over himself. He smiled at Mike, but there was a slight nervous edge to it. He could barely even concentrate on it, anyway, with how much he was internally screaming at how close they were. Only centimetres away..  “We can just sleep head to head. I mean- I think it’ll be better, that’s all.” 

“Okay.” The taller boy agreed croakily. 

Oh my god, I have no idea what to do. My face is going to be so close to his! What if- what if we accidentally bump in the night? What if I subconsciously cuddle him or something like that? He could somehow figure out my feelings!

“You okay, Mike?” Will posed, eyes apprehensively scanning Mike’s face, as if he was searching for some kind of clue in his expression, but Mike only smiled and nodded, letting himself finally lie down on the mattress; though trying to keep as much distance between him and Will as much as possible. He couldn’t tempt himself. 

The other boy’s gaze softened; he smiled back at him, so softly, ever so softly, gently throwing the blanket over Mike, making sure it was fully covering him. There was something so tender and caring about it that he could seriously burst out crying right then and there. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Will, no matter how hard he tried - they were glued to him and his gentle figure, the way his face glowed orange in the warm light of the singular lamp that was left on in the corner. 

“Night, guys.” Max called from the ground, reaching up to turn the lamp off as she was the closest, cloaking them in harsh darkness. It would’ve been pitch black if not for the moon above, and the distant lamps surrounding the stage in the distance that were left on for the late-night party goers. The group echoed her words, saying goodnight in return, before they were silent again. 

Of fucking course they had all still been awake, Mike sighed inwardly.

The quiet was slightly overwhelming to Mike; he was hyper-aware of Will’s breathing in front of him, the rise and fall of his shoulders.

“Is this comfortable for you?” Mike prompted gently, as faintly as he could in case the others would hear. “I’m- not in the way or anything?” 

Will’s eyes focused on him in the dark. He can just make out his figure, the slope of his jaw, the curves of his shoulders and back, the swell of his oh, so alluring lips; Mike’s body thrummed with desire. 

“It’s okay, trust me. You’re fine.” There was a pause. Mike hoped his erratic, shallow breathing wasn’t audible in the near-silence. Every single hair on his body was raised high in anticipation, and Mike tried his best to make himself as small as possible. He didn’t know if he could stand an entire night right next to the object of his desires, he felt like he’d go completely insane. 

He was so lost in his own thoughts that he nearly didn’t hear Will still speaking:

“It’s actually..” he paused again, eyes still locked onto Mike, so intense and full of emotion. He couldn’t stand it. “Comfier than normal.”

There was a small, almost silent shuffle at their legs and then something, a bare foot, brushed against Mike’s - his breath hitched aloud - and not because of the cold - and he froze in his movements, electricity firing up his leg like a gunshot and scattering across his body, seeping into every nook and cranny, snatching his heartbeat away for a full second. Oh, god, how could he feel all this just from feet touching? And no, Dustin’s voice in my head, I don’t have a secret kink.

Before he could react with anything, though, Will’s foot darted away after a few seconds, his own breath slight, eyes shining with anxiety, still staring at Mike. Like he too was scared. Like he, too, meant it to be something more than just a joking, friendly touch. 

Do something! A voice scarily akin to El cried out in his head. How will you feel later if you never did anything about it even if it doesn’t work out? 

He set his jaw in determination. He wasn’t going to lose this opportunity to pure cowardice. When Mike Wheeler set his mind to something, there was nothing that could be thrown his way that would stop him. 

Shutting his eyes tightly so he wouldn’t have to see any disappointment, he slowly inched his foot forward, and connected it with Will’s. He held his breath in anticipation. They were both deadly silent, not moving a single muscle but he could feel Will’s eyes still on him - like they were almost confirming some kind of silent agreement with each other, something that they weren’t going to say aloud.

After what felt like a lifetime of waiting, there’s a little more shuffling from Will - though his foot didn’t leave Mike’s - and he spoke.

“Goodnight, Mike.” He whispered gently; he could actually hear the smile in his voice. 

It was then, that he realised - it was just Will. What was he even worried about? Everything was okay. Even if things didn’t work out, he knew Will wouldn’t just stop talking to him, wouldn’t abandon him. They’d still be okay.

“Night, Will.”

Mike fell asleep with a smile on his face.

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[twinkodium]

okay i’m freeee and finally got time to answer again 😁😁

truly!! i mean i’ve been lucky too to have been free for almost three months now + when uni was still on, i didn’t have classes every day… but now i will have work almost every day during the weekends, idk how i will manage 😭 monza will be horrible for me :((

i love them, our polite aussie boys <3 honestly racing is racing, shit happens, and im always happy when drivers don’t get too worked up about it. like sure you have a lot of emotions when you drive and it’s understandable to get upset, but i have a lot of respect for those who keep their cool and remember that it’s a rough sport, sometimes people get injured and that sucks but choose another sport if you don’t want the risk 🤷‍♀️

you’d go broke love, the piggy bank would be completely empty 😭 the old “um yeah i did it because… you know the bruises… and you needed to see them… i was karting and… 😳”-excuse! i have used it so many times before 🤭 i maaaaay have a thing for blondes…. and god idk there’s just something about his smile? i can’t help but to smile whenever i see him smile?? 🫶 i realized after sending my last ask that i literally have liam as my pfp…. idk what i meant by not having liam on my blog when he’s right there 🫠 it’s not like it’s super clear that it’s him but still, pretty boy 🥰

6-8 weeks is long but not super super long i guess!! like i love love love daniel truly but god if liam does well these next few weeks… it would make me so happy 🥹 don’t even wanna think about him getting points…….. i love him doing well in super formula but i haven’t paid for the like subscription so id rather see him in f1 yk 🤭 the rumors! you can never be sure what’s going on in rb/at this year… do they even know themselves? probably not

thank you for keeping me updated on liam pics through the day <3 would’ve gone crazy without it

(sweetheart you’re actually so cute 😭 popular extroverted friend pls 😭😭 very thankful that thirsting over oscar has brought us together!! the power he (and his hands/neck/arm) holds 🤭🤭🤭🤭)

Ayeee lucky meee🫶🏼 my dash must be loving our ask exchanges 😂 so once again a keep reading section!

Free for three months? Damn, I’m jealous 😩😩 but working on weekends doesn’t attract me, sounds awful 😭 I’m happy to have my weekends off all time, my workplace is pretty flexible and we don’t work on weekends anyway so big plus for me! I’m so sorry that you’ll be missing most of Monza 😭😭

Most of the time it’s not drivers that got worked up on a crash but their fans… drivers already move on pretty quickly while their fans talking about the same thing for months 😭 honestly I want to see honest and emotion filled interviews with drivers, it’s way better than a pr answer for everything but also not being too disrespectful to others but show those emotions 😌

Well, I am broke anyways so let’s bring it on 👀 THATS THE ONE! like no waaaay he took that photo only to show off his bruises… we all know Liam that they take thrist pics and release them when we least expect… oh blondies for the win 👀 gotta say there is something special about them, have a crush on a few myself. Now Oscar is crying in the corner LMAO he just have to get a haircut hahaha IKR I FEEL THE SAME, it’s just so captivating, like you can’t help just smile too 🥹🥹🥹 I know it’s him it’s from his streamer era 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 loved the chaotic energy he had every time he was streaming 😂 I’d have never used that you like Liam if it wasn’t for your pfp like literally no trace of him on your blog??? Just Oscar 🫨🫨 you gotta change that!

Not too bad but also he deffo needs time after that to build up the confidence again and everything but hope to see him back soon🫶🏼 uff if he gets points in Monza I’ll be screaming my lungs out! I’m already so damn happy and proud 🥺 yeah me neither plus because of the time difference I’d not be able to watch anyways 😕 I honestly have no clue, I’m just going to pray that my boys are safe and maybe Liam gets a seat next year 🥹🥹🥹 gotta manifest it😌

Awwww no worries buttercup, made me happy to see him with the boys 😍😍

(That’s deffo you, and I’m just silently supporting you and stalking like a crazy person cuz I do adore you 😭😭me tooo fans going crazy over Oscar have to stick together 😌 I’d like to see the power his hands have like… 😩😩😩😩 okay sorry tmi almost hahaha)

#asks #oscnorris #Jackie 🧡 #buttercup 🥰 #Liam #Oscar #daniel #love these long asks with you #but I’m sure dash is going crazy scrolling through them haha #its slowly turning into a Liam thirsting blog rather than Oscar hahaha #love both of them with my whole heart 🥺