#i’m just SO excited for the rest of this season we have soooo much good stuff coming up

[grapejuicestyless]

i’m rlly sad summers gone but like I have a winter request for conrad so we good !!

fem reader (conklinnn ofc) and conrad used to date but then had a messy breakup so now everyone is in college and yn doesn’t have anywhere to go because everyone is off doing something for winter break so she takes stevens car and drives down to the summer house and conrad shows up a day later and she’s freaking out. They both stay there the whole week and romantic feelings and nostalgia builds up again 🤌🏻

you can add some of your own stuff too because your soooo creative and your work is golden!! thank you:)

Peace.

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

Angst to fluff!

Summery: After a hard loss, both in a relationship and with the severing of the ties of her past, Y/n must learn to let go in order to gain what she so desperate wants back.

Snowfall is always overlooked. People see it as more of an inconvenience than as a gift. Each little white flake falling from the sky seems like nothing more than a mushy ball of frozen water made to block the roads and keep kids out of school, but the closer you look the more complex they are.

What was once so horrible becomes something beautiful, something unique. There is no other thing like it, each flake is different even by one branch in the pattern. It’s sad how many people are so quick to dismiss it and pout out their windows. White was never their favorite color and the cold was never their favorite temperature.

At this time of year, I usually considered myself lucky. I had a family who cherished each snowfall and a mother who would have hot-coco ready on the table for when our red cheeks and icy hair would become too much and we would finally come back inside to melt and warm up again. Each winter break my younger siblings, Steven and Belly would be attached at my hip. Having an older sister who only grew more and more, our time together always felt limited. So we spent each day in the living room. Playing the Wii with Steven and Barbies with Belly. I would read with my mom and cook with my dad. It was all so perfect. My favorite time of the year.

I used to joke with Conrad that college didn’t hold the same amount of excitement around the season because people were just as bitter and cold all year round. I called him cold hearted too because he thought it was funny. He laughed and kissed me then. I wonder if he would laugh now. Even if we no longer shared a stocking and cozied up by the fireplace impossibly close declaring our quiet loves for each other. I wonder if he still thinks fondly of the winter like I do now that it’s tainted with old memories of us.

Usually, during the winter I would drive down to Boston. It took some convincing for Laurel to allow her daughter to drive so far in such intense weather, but she knew where my heart belonged. It was the holidays and she was just as jolly as the rest of us, so she would always agree. There, I would bring gifts for all the Fishers. I didn’t have enough money to afford gifts and college, so everything was homemade. Every year I would apologize, but Susannah and Conrad always claimed to love it. Jeremiah wouldn’t say anything, but the smile on his face was always genuinely happy, so I think he liked them just as much.

Conrad would take my mitten clad hands after. Even covered in thick wool he managed to clasp his hands fully around mine, eager to get me alone. We’d slip away into his room, my cheeks red and eyelashes covered in snowflakes and his eyes wide and smile full. Behind closed doors, we could be as affectionate as we wanted without gags of jealousy disguised as disgust from Jeremiah or swooning from Susannah over how cozy we looked.

I remember how I believed my hips were made with dips so his hands could fit perfectly in them. How his arm rested on my waist so tight, I didn’t need a blanket because he kept me warm. No fireplace or layers of coats could light the flames in my heart and keep me warm in the coldest winters like Conrad could.

He said summer was his favorite season when he met me, but now he favored winter because it reminded him of me. I asked what would happen if something were to happen to us, just to tease him then. He got serious, I still remember the look on his face when he told me I would always be his favorite thing. How winter would forever remind him of me and no matter what, nothing could change that fact.

It was our own little secret oasis. A utopia of our own confined within the four walls of his childhood bedroom. When it snowed, we’d play in the snow like children and when it stormed we’d make forts to watch our favorite winter movies. It was a dream I never wanted to end, I was foolish to think it wouldn’t.

By spring, it felt like he was tired of me, of who I was. No amount of effort could keep Conrad beside me. I became someone he wasted his time on rather than someone he begged to be around. My skin was like fire to his touch, his eyes avoidant. It all came to a head when I broke down in late May.

“Why, why am I not enough?” I begged him then, I wanted to know what my problem was. Why I couldn’t be more than what I was now. Why we couldn’t go back.

He shrugged his shoulders, looking past my left shoulder. He looked distant. He knew it just as well as I did, we were walking on eggshells.

“Because you’re just not.” His words were bitter, knives stabbing me through the heart and ripping out. There was no reason, he didn’t even try to make the gashes in my heart better.

“Bullshit. I do everything for you! I give you everything!” It came out more as a question than a statement. I wasn’t as sure about what I once believed so firmly now that Conrad was showing how he felt.

“I guess it wasn’t enough then.” His eyes were watering. We were already talking in the past tense, we were over. He didn’t have to say it, neither did I. It was as clear as the freckles on his face, there was no amount of mending that could pull us back together.

In my mind I could only remember those final words we spoke to each other. The first hour of our long argument was washed from my mind for my own sake. What should’ve been tattooed permanently in my brain was gone the second we were over. Maybe if I could remember it fully, each insult and every word he used to put me down and make me feel small, I would’ve been able to feel justified in my anger. I could talk shit with my friends, shit on him to my mother. But even in my heartache, I couldn’t find reasons to be mad at him.

Conrad always went through so much on his own. It would be selfish of me to believe that he was completely okay when things ended. It was messy and sudden the way it happened. He was the biggest dick to me, but I couldn’t blame him for what he did. Not then, not now. Part of me still loved him. Part of me would still die for him in secret. He was my first love, all I knew when it came to my feelings. I let him rule my heart, my decisions. I didn’t show up to Cousins that summer.

Now that it was over, no ties binding us together, no overbearing reason to drive down to Boston for the weeks leading up to the holidays where we’d all finally be together again, I have no where to go. Steven was old enough to be on his own now, a freshman at Princeton. One of his rich friends had dropped by within the first twenty four hours to drag him off to his families vacation home. I hadn’t even set up the Wii yet. Belly, my littlest sibling who I adored more than anyone else I knew was more distant than Steven. The stress of deciding between Finch and Jeremiah or some state school with the guarantee of being on volleyball was eating her alive. Back then, I would’ve told her not to lose sight of her dreams and life because of some boy, but here I was doing the same thing. I stayed quiet and let her decide what she wanted.

My mom was gone just like Steven. Away to talk about her book with other critically acclaimed writers and producers. My dad was out of the picture. He wouldn’t be back until Christmas morning. He was never really present after the divorce, but he’s a good man and he tries his best. He just works a lot. It hurts to not be able to enjoy the holidays like I used to, but I can respect why everyone’s away.

Somehow, I end up in Stevens drivers seat. I’ve never had a car of my own. While Steven spent weeks searching the internet for a cheep car, I spent my time studying for finals and applying to colleges. I never had the time. He gave me his keys before he left. He said I could take his car anywhere I wanted as long as I didn’t ruin it. Each dent in it, I would owe him ten bucks. It wasn’t much, but to a struggling college student, ten dollars in my bank account might as well have been him asking for hundreds.

“Belly, I’m heading out. Call me if you need me, okay? I might not be back for awhile.” The words I chose were ominous. I didn’t tell her where I was going, why I was going or how long I’d be exactly, but she didn’t care enough to ask. So I climbed into Stevens car and let my playlist shuffle. I imagine myself in the situations my favorite artists write about and sing along like I can relate to their upper class parties and juvenile activities. It keeps my mind off of where I’m going.

It’s not like I got in the car set on heading to the one place that once swore to never step foot near again, but when I recognize the signs on the highway pointing me in the same direction, I’m suddenly set on it.

The sting of the breakup lingered like a tattooed kiss, a reminder of something so special that was now gone. I wouldn’t let him ruin the place that was once so special to our families.

Pulling up to that driveway, I remember how the weeds would grow over the gravel by July and how Steven and Jeremiah would stay out for hours plucking at them to make Susannah happy. How the grass held the imprints of our small bodies rolling around the hills and daffodils. The sand was forever glued into the fabric of our favorite t-shirts and the salt air is what we smelled of until December washed it away.

We were always so close here. Despite the rifts and the problems that happened between us. Not blow out fight or silent treatment could ever separate the Conklin’s and the Fishers from each other for long.

I looked back on how I felt at home. How together was something that I never even questioned. Steven would be by the fireplace yelling at the television and Belly would be begging him to quiet down. Laurel would be curled up in the corner scribbling things into a notepad and dad would try to sneakily move the elf on the shelf.

We were older now. The wii wasn’t all that special and Belly longed for the chaos she once hated. Steven preferred his friends and mom and dad fell out of love so mom could learn to love her work more.

I pulled into the large house through the garage. I knew the code by heart, it was my phone passcode. I figured that if I wanted to stay attached to homeliness so badly I could be where I learned what love was the best.

In my head, even now I always believed that no matter how long it would go untouched, the summer home would always be bright and warm. Smelling of Susannah’s candles and Belly’s sticky iced teas.

Stepping through the front door, it was dark and cold. My breath was less visible than in the outside, but the light and heat didn’t bounce from wall to wall like it always did.

It took me a few minutes to find the correct switch to turn up the heat. I cranked it until my socks burned on my feet and a sweat covered the top of my forehead. It was comfortable, I could sink into my own chunky sweater.

It was my mothers, the blue and white striped sweater I wore. She was gifted it by Susannah in their late college years but it never quiet fit her because she was so short. It fit big, but it didn’t sag at my knees or gather at my wrists as much. It smelled like my mom and reminded me of Pennsylvania skies.

The warmth from the heat and the comfort from my clothes set me in a slump, my eyes drooped. I hadn’t even turned on any lights yet, hadn’t gone up to my room to make the bed. I was sat in place on the permanently indented couch. Though my body curled into the spot where I always laid during movie nights, my head fell where Conrad’s lap would’ve been. To imagine we were all just as happy, as close made me feel fuzzy. If I tried hard enough I could even hear his voice. Calling for me, like a dream.

The sun peaked through the windows and the dust that collected on the once neatly kept glass projected tiny shadows and spots across the hardwood floor. The couch was warm with my body heat and other than the faint whisper of the wind, it was peaceful.

A melodic whistle blowed through the open gap between the living room and the kitchen. It was smooth yet broke when the song grew too high for the deeper voice that carried the tune.

Rubbing at my eyes, my feet swung out from under my thighs, I wiped away any drool or signs of slumber. Still, clearing my complexion did not rid my body of the tired achey feeling and the small blurring of my vision. My brain was following behind my body, every caution sign to who was here at this time thrown to the wind.

Mugs clanked together clumsily, my nose burned with the strong scent of coffee beans. It was chillier in the morning here than how I had left it at night, I could feel the tip of my nose turning red and growing colder.

A taller boy stood hunched over the countertops, a spoon clinking around softly as he stirred around something in the mug. His shirt hung loose on his body but his pants fit just right.

His hair was wavy, but only just at the ends. Under the strong smells of early morning caffeine, I could faintly still pick up the scent of sea salt and a spice I couldn’t name. It was vanilla like but also had a lingering smell of oak and woods. It was my favorite smell.

“Conrad..?” It clicked in my brain that the handsome boy hanging around the summer home wasn’t some pick me up sent from heaven. The reason behind my instant admiration for such a simple, domestic task was because of how well I knew and once loved the boy. The name fell from my lips quietly, like I couldn’t believe it was true.

Spinning around, I met his blue eyes. I watched his lips twitch, fighting against some kind of emotion from spreading across his face and the light in his eyes falter. He looked blank, unaware of how his lack of enthusiasm of our reuniting was crushing me inside.

“Figured you’d want coffee.” He was right. He still knew me like the back of his own hand and that was the worst part. I hadn’t changed, I never would. He would always know me and it hurt to know I trusted him like that at one point just for him to leave. He even made it in my favorite mug.

A light blue ceramic mug that still had Belly and Conrad’s fingerprints in the clay and visible brush strokes across the top. They made it for me when we were still little. It was my favorite gift from her because they made it as an apology. For breaking my old vase I made for my mom in art class. They meant to harm and felt horrible, I cherished their kindness more than anything.

“No…no. I’m all set.” Crossing my arms and clearing my throat, I set my eyes on the ground and leaned against the doorframe on the wall. We didn’t speak after that, he didn’t move. Sucking in his lips, I heard him sigh almost disappointedly.

“So…” He tried to start, I was too scared to listen. Not of him, god I could never be scared of him. But of what he could want to say.

My eyes flicked over the dents in the floor, I discovered marks I hadn’t seen before. Just when I thought I had everything memorized. When I thought I knew everything, when I thought I knew him.

“You know, uhm…I think I’m going to settle in.” Nodding at him quickly, I all but ran to the stairs. My hands gripped at the banister so quickly, I felt skin pull skin. It tore just under my fingers beginning, the top of my palm. I swore I heard him call after me, but maybe it was the ringing in my ears.

I came here to get away. In search of some solace, I grasped at the tattered strands of my childhood to find that I had held on too long. In my own journey, by some sort of fate, I dragged along a deeper part of those memories with me.

I spent that morning stowed away in my bedroom. I left the door ajar. The air was chilly still, and the air dusty. The heat had rarely been used. Only on the rare occasions in which Susannah would find reason to escape down to the beautiful town of Cousins. Simply to watch the early snowfalls or sparkling lights decorating the center of the town. Usually when I would get settled into my own room in the summer home, each knickknack would be thrown carelessly over the bureau top and shoved in the forever empty bedside table drawers. I would procrastinate making my bed last. I hated the damned fitted sheets and the wrinkles I couldn’t flatten for days. I hated the way that the corners never stayed. My body stretched as far as it would go, yet I could never quiet hook the fabric far enough to keep it settled.

Today was no different. My blood boiled the same, but it mixed with an unfamiliar warmth. How endearing it was to be able to relive such a memorable moment of my summers again even after tragedy struck the once uniting household.

“Fuck.” The sheets flipped up. The full sized mattress was far too wide to allow my arms to stretch across the full width of its body and hook the corners over far enough to where they wouldn’t slip. Each move resulted in a different kind of release with the bedsheets. Each time I ended up wrapped up in the thin cotton sheets.

The clock ticking on my bedside table taunts me. Reminds me of how long I’ve been tangled around in my bed. If it weren’t so humiliating, I would’ve asked for help. But I created a mess. My feelings, one’s that Conrad had so clearly buried as he was able to be kind and cordial towards me while I panicked like a fish out of water. So I hop around from corner to corner desperate to finish my task.

“Y/n?” The name burns the way it rolls off of his tongue. Like even with me gone, he had practiced pronouncing it in the mirror, whispered it to himself each night. It was like we’d seen each other the day before, the way it came out. Breathless and light.

The moon hung over the house, illuminating thin strips of shine through the windows that led from the floor to the very bed I was sprawled across.

Sighing heavily, I threw my head back. Hair fell in front of my face, tickling the bridge of my nose. I saw Conrad hesitate. His hand flinched out from where it was tucked behind the doorframe. He set it on the white wood frame.

“Can I help?” It was innocent enough. Maybe he was sick of the sound of my knees rubbing against the mattress. Or the way I grunted every few minutes. I stumbled around my room all day fixing it up, I almost forgot how loud it could’ve been.

It felt sour to accept it. Even if it were as innocent and kind as it seemed. Conrad had a glimmer of hope in his eye and his lips upturned. He looked so handsome still, nose pinker from the slight chill and eyes still just as deep blue.

“No thank you.” I huffed. I tried to sound annoyed, something that was hard to do when you weren’t really all that annoyed at all. Resistant was the only similar thing I could place a name to. I saw the wag Conrad’s smile faltered, his eyes looming with a dark shadow, masking the vibrant sparkle.

“Come on, don’t be so stubborn, please? You’ve been at it for hours, just let me help.” Stubborn. Just like my mother and his. Each of us were always set to do things on our own. But this was far more than just genetics at this point. This was my own grudge I was holding. This was my pride and my responsibility over my emotions acting. No matter how nice the gesture, I still refused, gnashing my teeth.

“Oh, so suddenly you care?” It was a lot more mean than I meant it. I know how much Conrad cares. How much he always has. He doesn’t have the best way to show for it, but in the end you always know it. It was a mistake, an instant regret. I watched how his face contorted. He wasn’t just disappointed now, but genuinely hurt by my own dig at his insecurities.

His whole life, Conrad always feared he wasn’t enough. He couldn’t give enough, couldn’t be enough. He always talked himself down, creating a false standard in which everyone else was above him, out of his league. He was insecure. He didn’t need reassurance, he knew what kind of love was real and what was fake, but the fact that maybe I had thought the same crushed him. I could tell.

His silence hung over us so heavy, a knife could slice it. His jaw stuttered and his eyes blinked slow. A loss for words. I wish he could just yell at me. Fuel my fire, make me feel less bad about what I said. Less guilty about the fact I couldn’t get over us when he could. Conrad didn’t deserve my emotional daggers directed at his heart simply because we split. I know Conrad, I always have. His method of leaving was cruel, but the boys heart was in the right place always.

“Fuck!” The sheet snapped back. I had enough. In all seriousness, I should’ve stopped to talk to the boy who was so clearly hurt by the door. A girl, a guest in a house that once felt just as much as hers as his was there in a now occupied room throwing insults unprovoked when he was trying to be nice.

Standing, I stumbled past him clumsily again, taking a spare blanket that hung off the end of the bed with me. I couldn’t take it. His stares, the silence, the sheet, my own guilt, my thoughts. I needed to be out of that sickened room.

“Y/n…” Again, the call was faint. A whisper in my head whose only goal was to make me stop. I didn’t turn. It was unfair, the whole thing. To me, to Conrad. I decided to sleep on the couch.

My back ached. The plush cushioning under my back too soft, too worn in. A good remedy, a great place for a quick nap. But it hurt after more than a few hours. The fabric rubbed harshly, the pillows sunk in. My hips popped when I stood.

The sun was shining through the windows, air crisp. Heat finally reached all corners of the large house and the cob webs were finally swept away. The magic of summer wasn’t there, but it felt homely. A good alternative to the sad loneliness of my own bedroom at home.

The house was still, the kitchen untouched and an empty mug in the sink. It was stained in a ring from where the old drink had been and had little brown streaks from where the coffee dripped off of the sides. The counter tops were cold, despite the heat inside. The floor was quiet, there was no shuffling. It led me to believe that the only other occupant was still asleep.

Heading up the stairs, I picked at my old clothes. The discomfort came from multiple things. The way my clothes stuck to my body, my teeth didn’t feel right in my mouth. My hair was knotted. I looked fine, but nothing felt right. The only way to describe it was that when waking up after a rough couple of nights, it felt like my skin didn’t fit right over my bones.

My door was wide open. The hinges bent all the way back, the light bled through the curtains. My already slow steps came to a halt when the threshold fell behind my legs. My bed was decorated with the same blue floral design it always had during the summers.

The pillows were placed where I always had them, and my blankets were hung so neat on the bottom of my bed. My fingers ran over the soft fabric like it wasn’t really mine. Like I was admiring a sample from a store, wishing it were mine. It was always so pretty.

My thumb hooked over the folded edge very carefully. I didn’t want to mess with the perfectly made bed. More importantly, I didn’t want to crease the remaining hand prints that laid in the center of the bed.

The plushy duvet left residue from bigger hands. Spread along the bends, from the center down. Proof that someone had truly tried their best to perfect it.

Looking under the top, not only had each layer been placed, but the fitted sheet. I could see it now with all its layers peeled back. The thought that even after my initial attempts to push away, to be mean, to hurt him, that Conrad had still wanted to help me made me feel warm. I wasn’t sure why my heart was fluttering for a boy I swore I hated. But my cheeks were red and my knees felt weak. I always did love his acts of service.

I didn’t plan on showering, but my skin was sticky with sleep and my heart was pounding too fast. I hated the fact that Conrad was too good for everyone in his own special ways. I hated the way he still cared and the way he remained so observant even in our absence. Most of all, I hate the way I reach for his shampoo in the shower. Longing for the scent of him to linger on me for just a little longer. How funny it is that we’ve changed so quickly and yet not at all. We used to share our hair products. He kept a hair tie for me in his bedside table. I had a drawer of clothes in his room, he had some in my closet. He went from my everything to just something in my life. Yet, with all this change I still reach for the familiarities of what we once had. My hand still searches the shower for his conditioner. My feet still take me to his door to find a shirt I like. What we had is gone, crushed under the weight of our separation, but my muscle memory pulls me back. The heart is a muscle, one that forever beats for Conrad Fisher.

I sit in the corner for longer than I lather the soap across my skin. My body is curled up against the cold tiles. I feel pathetic doing so. How small I’ve made myself. Not only mentally, but physically. I feel weak at how little self control I have. I think back on the past year of my life and I regret each decision I’ve made leading me here suddenly.

Was I not enough for Conrad? I know it’s not his reasoning behind his leaving, but I feel like the theory becomes more and more plausible the longer I think back on how lonely I’ve been. So stuck on my own problems, I forget how little I see my family. How Belly has grown without me. Her friends, her lovers. She is independent, she knows her path. Steven has matured. He understands feelings, he’s valedictorian. His brains lead him through life, he no longer comes to me at midnight to ask for help with math. I no longer review his essays or read his made up stories in the living room. We are two different siblings who once spent every moment together. My mother is nose deep in her own promotion with her books. She is succeeding while my father is going on dates and moving on. I am stuck in the same spot, forever thinking of the past, I can not move on.

I am scared by the knowledge that my family is no longer dependent on me. A scab is forming over the wound of the fact that Conrad has left, I am not needed. I hope the warm water fading into a cooler drizzle will hide the way my eyes are puffy and red. The streaks of water on cheeks will become streams of the shower. I am strong and resistant like my parents, but I am scared to admit that I have real fears. Ones that control my life. I will never tell them how I breakdown, how my heart is breaking and I am falling off the pedestal.

It’s more lively now then it was just an hour ago. The birds are gone, on vacation away in the warmer weather while the cold covers New England in a chilling blanket. I hear the mugs clattering from the hallways and the soft humming passing through his pink lips. He hears me before he sees me.

“Coffee?” He motioned to the brown liquid, steaming while it poured into the glass pitcher. Rubbing beneath my eyes, I could feel the weight of my eye bags heavy on my skin. My throat was coarse, hands aching from how hard I had grasped onto the shower walls. I hid behind the island counter on the stool. My body curled up into the baggy clothes covering my body, my knees hugging into my chest as close as possible.

“Yes, please.” I mumbled softly, trying not to show any weaknesses. Conrad knew me better than that. The way my lip twitched into a fake smile, how my eyes were more avoidant that usual. Even in my heavy feelings, my eyes were always drawn to him. I was closing myself off.

A beat passed. Conrad’s attempt at conversation had fallen short, right by my feet.

“How’d you sleep?” He turned to me, freshly brewed coffee sloshing around in the same mug as yesterday. He placed it in front of me, but he turned away again to pour his own cup. It wasn’t to further distance himself, creating a divide all while I was shutting down, but to give me room to breathe in a space I was so clearly suffocating in.

“It was okay.” I sighed, hand holding my head, my eyes closed. I imagined myself laid with my back pressed against plush pillows and my childhood bedroom fairy lights hanging over my head. It was still winter, but the atmosphere in my daydream felt of summer.

“I’m glad, then. That it wasn’t so bad, I mean.” He corrected himself, afraid of a wrath inside of me that didn’t exist to him anymore. It never really had, my emotions had only been misplaced yesterday.

Often I’ve been told that my words shoot to kill when I’m mad. I insult and belittle myself more than others, but my mother has no problem with bringing up the few times I targeted my feelings at Steven or Belly. How little I made them feel, how guilty I felt. I threw up once, after yelling at Steven. He hadn’t cared for it, fighting was what siblings did. But remembering how I tried to hurt him made me sick. I felt the same after insulting Conrad.

Nodding my head, I pursed my lips into a thin line. My eyes blinked away any dryness, I inhaled a deep breath.

“Hey, uhm…thank you, by the way.” I pulled the sleeves of my sweater over my hands, hovering over the cup of coffee to revel in the hot steam hitting my face.

Conrad turned around, leaning against the counter. His hands pressed up behind him, firm but his face was soft, glad.

“I shouldn’t have…you didn’t deserve that.” My eyes flickered between the floor and the folding of my sleeves over my thumbs. My skin was cold, my hair wet on the back of my neck. I had a lump in my throat.

“Y/n?” His voice was gentle, closer than before. I saw his elbows press against the counter top, just mere inches away. I felt even more awkward, littler than before somehow.

I hummed. But the coarseness in my throat made it come out as more of a rumble. I choked on the growing lump, my nose burned.

“We don’t have to avoid each other.” He said it like that was so easy. Like everything was resolved by him simply stating that he didn’t want to face the consequences of our actions.

“I know.” I brought the edge of the mug to my lips and blew. Steam clouded my vision, the wet heat felt nice on my cheeks.

“Y/n.” He said more firmly.

He wasn’t angry, but he wanted my attention. My eyes flickered up to his. They were darker now. Swarmed with so many emotions, it was hard to grasp onto what he was feeling. I set the mug down.

“Please don’t avoid me.” He begged more softly, his hand hesitated to reach out to me. Once they clasped around mine, it was almost relieving. Having something familiar to ground me while I was only working myself up. “I miss you, I miss us. We were best friends and we haven’t even spoken in…I don’t even know how long. This, this is stupid. To be running in circles like this?”

“That’s easy for you to say.” This time, my words weren’t angry. They broke apart when I spoke. The sentence was raw, the lump in my throat broke through my clenched teeth and my nose heated up in an intense burn. My eyes were heavy, working hard to keep any tears at bay. Again, here I find myself in a different spot, practicing the same habits. I stand in front of Conrad angry, ready to hurt his ego and pierce a hole through his heart just to ease my own mind.

I wanted exactly what he did, to be as close. I missed him more than anything in my life ever, but it wasn’t so simple. He pleaded my name again, I pulled my hands out of his. His fingers were like a barbed wire. It suddenly stung to have him touching me.

“I just wish you would’ve acknowledged it, you know? I mean look at me, look at us. You’re fine, you’re happy. I can’t even look at you without wanting to cry.” When our hearts broke, they broke uneven. Conrad was left with a bruise why I was facing the pain of a bleeding scar across my own. He had been the one to cause the rift, he had been the one to bring up everyone’s insecurities, use them against our relationship.

“Y/n.” He whispered, reaching out to me again. I stood from the stool, keeping my distance. My tears were hot, they burned into my skin.

“You couldn’t even stand me, Conrad! And I couldn’t see it before, but I can now. You couldn’t even text me, no. No, but that’s not the worst part. Maybe it’s the fact that you couldn’t even show up to Stevens graduation because I was there.” He sighed, ready to defend himself. I look back on all the disappointed faces, I remember the way Steven frowned at that empty seat beside me and I feel angry.

“Do you know how hard it is to tell your baby brother that his hero couldn’t make it to his graduation because he can’t even stand to be around me? Do you know how sad he was when he started to walk up to the podium and saw your seat was empty? I recorded it and sent it to you, did you know that? I wasn’t going to, I didn’t think you deserved to have a part in one of the most important parts in Stevens life, but he begged me to. Tried to make me send it twice so you’d get it.” I took a deep breath, wiping away the tears by my eyes, more spilled. My face was wet with salt water and red with anger.

“So why don’t we go back to how things were before after you’ve fucked it all up!”

“It’s really fucking unfair of you to act like this hasn’t affected me at all either!” He finally shot back. He was never one to yell. Conrad always had some sort of control over his composure. He never yelled, he hated yelling.

“How, how can you say that after you’ve done nothing to fix anything!” Walking closer to him, I saw how he turned away to grip the counter between his fingers.

“People deal with shit differently, Y/n. Grow up!” He yelled. His eyes were wild, it should’ve scared me. But god, him telling me to grow up after all he put me through only made me angrier. I was fragile already. But not as a flower, but a bomb.

“Fuck you, Conrad.” My voice was shaky, but firm. I didn’t yell, my lack of volume was almost scarier than my inevitable rage. He looked up at me, it was like watching him realize how his words had betrayed him. He hadn’t meant for us to fight, to talk like this. He wanted to fix things. He wanted me back.

“Y/n.” He shook his head, walking closer to me, he bent away from the edges of the island to reach me quicker. His voice was laced with pity

“Stop saying my name!” I backed away, feet catching on the threshold, I slowed myself down. Each time he said it, it pulled on my heartstrings. How could he be so selfish to not even be able to see all the pain I’ve been put through!

“I’ve missed you ever since I left you! You think I don’t regret the way I treated you? I’m not naïve to my own stupidity, I know my mistakes, I’ve owned them. You were my everything, god you might as well have hung the stars!” He waved his hands around to animate what he was saying. It only stresses me out more.

“Then why? Why did you throw it all away!” My body began to crumble beneath me, my knees wobbled.

“Because I was scared! I was scared of losing you. I thought if I let myself become too obsessed, that if you decided to leave me I would never be able to get back up. I had to do it!” He confessed. It all made sense then. All my unanswered questions, all my insecurities of not being enough. Conrad hadn’t left because I couldn’t give him what he wanted. He left because he was scared of what would happen when I was gone. That he wasn’t enough.

“I wouldn’t have left you, Conrad. I wouldn’t have.” My palms hit my eyes, my knees started to give. A sob ripped through my throat. It hurt to breathe.

His arms were like a blanket. His hands still fit perfectly around my back. When he held me, it was tight. I knew it then that he wouldn’t be letting me go, not now. His shirt was wet with my tears, mine was wet with my hair. I felt stupid, naïve to think of Conrad in such bad ways when he had only been doing what he thought was best to protect his heart after loss after loss.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” I repeated it like a prayer, I didn’t mean to be so mean. I didn’t want to be rude to him, I wanted him to be close to me always. His heart was beating out of his chest when he nodded. He knew I never meant to fight him. We were both entitled to our feelings, there was no reason in trying to apologize for how we reacted.

His hand lifted to my head, brushing through my hair. He gathered a chunk in his palm, his knuckles gripping at it. It didn’t hurt, he didn’t intend for it to. He was breathing me in, holding onto me in every which way possible.

“It’s going to be okay, we’re going to be okay.” My sobs were muffling themselves, quieting down into soft whimpers. It took a lot to even nod my head against his shirt. It smelled like him, and it was homely. I felt safer now than in our argument. Our words held no value anymore, I just hoped that what he said was true.

Holding her like that almost made things feel normal again. Having her hair in between my fingers and her waist pressed against mine. I wanted to revel in it, selfishly. But her sniffles and uneven breath only made me remember why I even got the privilege to hold her again.

Again and again, I watched her breakdown over a mistake I made. To protect myself. I swore it to her last winter, promised her that it would always be my favorite season because she was my favorite thing. I built up this trust and a love between us. It was when she left that I freaked out over what my mom said.

“I’ve never seen you so happy.” She had said, poncho bc my cheek between her fingers. Playfully, I pulled my face away.

“Yea?” I mused, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and watched the steady snowfall on the final night of winter through the window.

“The love bug’s got you.” She was right. I was so undeniably in love with Y/n. I would change everything in my life just to be with her always.

“What?” My eyes squinted from the way my eyebrows furrowed. She was still looking out into the snow.

“It’s okay to be in love, Connie.” She quickly turned to me and smoothed out my shirt. She sensed my confusion and stress. I knew I was in love with her, but the fact that it was that obvious, that clear made me worry.

“Everyone has their first love at some point.” With that she left. At some point. The words rung through my head. I knew that the first love was always the strongest, but this was not my first love. I had fallen for an ex-girlfriend in freshman year. She broke my heart. Why was the thought of Y/n leaving shattering mine completely?

The more I thought of us together then, the more I worried about her leaving. She was perfect for me, maybe. But could I even measure up to her perfection? Could I give her everything?

I was able to push that feeling away for a few weeks. But as winter turned to spring and the leave began to regrow, I couldn’t shake it. Distance was a thing I was only growing between us. Space, something I created so there was no way we could get hurt. I thought it was the right thing, then. I thought it was the right move for me to let her leave so easily. To watch her fight for me one last time and not react. I was giving her the chance for someone more, someone better. I didn’t know I was only breaking her heart in ways I worried I would break my own.

It was a guilt I lived with all these months. When she didn’t come up to cousins because she wasn’t feeling good, I knew why. I had avoided her like the plague after our last conversation, our first real fight. I couldn’t even show up for her family in one of their most important milestones. Now it seemed like we only fight now, or at least in these past couple hours.

My neck was stiff from how it leaned against the back of the couch. I hadn’t watched past the hour mark of the black and white movie Conrad had put on. I didn’t have the heart to tell him I no longer liked it.

The movie was all I watched when I was at my absolute worst. Not to say I wasn’t still there, I felt rock bottom beneath my feet, but I felt myself getting better slowly. I no longer spent each day rewatching the same film over and over to ease the pain and remind myself of a happier time. I hated the way they talked. I once found it romantic, but the old cracking in the sound and the fancy accents made me angry. None of it was real.

To Conrad, he only did what he thought I would like. He had no way of knowing of my new distaste to the movie. One I used to rave about for hours. Then again, he never asked.

Yawning, I felt a set of eyes on mine.

“Tired?” He asked, a small smile on his face. I waved him off.

“Nope.” I popped the ‘p.’ It was an easy lie, my dark circles and slouchy posture gave it away. There was no way to sell it. I was surprised when he didn’t push me on it. My eyes drooped, my cheek pressed to my lonely shoulder. I had no one to lean on. I curled into myself a little, all while silently telling myself I was awake.

A pillow hit my lip, I bit down a little but it didn’t hurt me. My eyes were wide open now, hair messed up around the top. My fly aways were all over the place, my eyes squinting.

“Hey!” Grabbing the corners of the pillow, I swung as hard as I could towards Conrad, the culprit. It his his chest, he groaned out in a heavy breath. The pillow was soft, I was sure it didn’t hurt. But he entertained the idea that it did by rubbing circles in his chest, wincing and hissing through his teeth. I rolled my eyes.

“Seriously?” I leaned back against the cushions again, placing the pillow comfortably over my lap. I heard him laugh. A real, genuine laugh. It felt like weight was lifted off of my back.

“What! That was one of my best performances.” He punched my shoulder. I shot him playful glares. He pushed at me again, begging for a reaction. I folded already, giving into his games and retaliating against his childish attacks. But I would not crumble so easily. I would not let him tease me and play me until I opened up again just hours after yet another fight. I worried that another would ensue.

Sitting up, I tossed the pillow back at him. The sound he made confirmed it had hit him in the face.

“Come on, where are you going?” I could hear the smile in his voice. It made me smile too, knowing he was happy.

“To bed, I am tired.” I didn’t look back, but I felt him watching.

I swore I heard words die on his tongue. A soft stutter to a dead silence. Like he wanted to protest but stopped himself somehow. He never saw me look back, but when I was turning to the stairs, I allowed myself a glimpse.

His eyes were spacey, lip pulled between his front teeth. His eyebrows furrowed. He was deep in thought, but I could see the disappointment in his face. He didn’t seem as full of life, as cheerful. We were rebuilding a childhood, best friend bond that was lost with in cracking of our foundations in the spring.

“Goodnight, Conrad.” I still hadn’t had the ability to carry a joke with him. To keep a conversation flowing without my emotions dying inside of me before I could get them out. I whispered my goodnight. I wanted him to know I still held a place in my heart for him, but part of me wanted to reserve that knowledge to only myself.

I was scared to be more than what was being proposed. The door was open, we were almost friends. It was an odd spot. We’d act like friends, joke like them, but we both knew what we had done, what had just happened. I would walk through the entrance if Conrad would allow it. If we could at least be close, even if his lips weren’t mine, even if his body wasn’t there for me to lean on anymore. I would live happily, I’d be able to put on a brave face and call myself his friend. I would stand by the alter, watching him find another love, burying the hatchet of our love for good and I would be okay, I decided. As long as I still had him. As long as I never had to feel as alone as I did this morning.

“They’re saying borderline blizzard conditions, Con. You don’t think we’ll need to go on a supply run, do you?” His back was turned to me, hands working over the pot of coffee skillfully. His thumb brushed against the glass, he hissed quietly and shook his hand off.

“I think you’re just overthinking it.” He payed my worry not attention. He knew this house better than I did. It would hold, that wasn’t the worry. We had no shovels, nothing to dig us out of snow were to block us in. I scoffed and rolled my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest. I made my way around the island, pushing myself off of the counter and into one of the stools perched under it.

“Coffee?” Conrad asked, ignoring my questions again. I gave into him, playing his game and being stubborn.

“What kind?” My fingers drew circles on the cold marble.

“Black.” He set the cup down in front of me, letting it come to a halt right in front of me. My eyes flickered to the coffee, a smirk fighting it’s way onto my cheeks.

“Like your soul?” Like your heart, is what I wanted to say. Something that used to come so easy, meaningless insults directed at him not to make him sad, but to make him smile. I still hadn’t answered by question, though. If I were to direct a remark at his heart, would it weigh too much under the cracking foundation of our recovering friendship? I still wondered if he would laugh at that and go along with it.

Conrad laughed, looking out the window and admiring the sky. He didn’t respond, but he never really had when I’d make those jokes. Usually he would laugh or tell me it was a good one. He sighed lightly.

“I walked right into that one.” He smiled down at his coffee now, holding the mug loose with the handle dangling between his fingers.

When silence took over the room, it wasn’t uncomfortable. We welcomed it. We were alone with our thoughts and for once, they weren’t twisted and heavy. Only happy memories and thoughts of old habits.

In my mind, I dreamed of times where I knew what to say after making a joke. What I could do to counter a snarky remark and his laughter. I always knew what to say to him, when and why. I knew what made him tick. I still knew how to set him off, I believe that once you have the ability to get under someone’s skin, you never truly lose it. Either you continue to poke at the wounds that hurt them so, or your presence is able to remind them of it. Yet, with all the loss in my every heartbeat, somewhere along the way I forgot how to keep him happy.

Conrad’s footsteps snapped me out of my clouded haze. My eyes snapped up from the counter to his face. He didn’t look at me, but stayed focused on his coffee.

“Glad to know you still got it.” His eyes flicked to me, I swear I saw him wink. It was so quick, my words died in a pathetic stutter. I smiled stupidly at him, I couldn’t even pretend to be snarky. It caught me off guard, somehow. My walls were torn down now, the barrier of anger and sadness I kept up around him to keep us apart gone with our last fight and heart to hearts. The devils in the details, but somehow it didn’t feel as deep, as life changing anymore.

It was like he knew I couldn’t think of something to promise to him. To keep us going. He surely hadn’t lost it.

I tried to rationalize everything recently. But it felt like it took over my life. I’d almost forgotten about Belly and Steven. How they’d been so quick to shut me out simply because someone had offered me a place to be wanted for a moment. Conrad always knew when to swoop in to save me. I could help but talk myself down every so often and convince myself that Conrad is not made of Angel dust. He simply is a man, and a smart one at that. All of this could be just to butter me up, I know it’s always an outcome. A way to win me back, but never want me the same. It poisons me to think about him that way, I know him. He would never play me to become the good guy.

My mind has no middle line. Constantly wavering between my lover, the man I see as the sky and the seas. I see him as a perfect lipstick stain to a white collar, uggs in the fall, hot chocolate in the winter. He is all things I love and yet I still fight. The other part of me fights my heart to keep my distance. How just hours ago I told myself the hate I had for Conrad was always going to be just that, irreversible hurt that he caused. It’s the sweetest torture I could bare in the fact that really, by the end of it my mind is set on just getting to be with him again. No matter what his games are.

It’s pathetic, but my heart strings pull a little whenever I hear his footsteps upstairs. When I can tell if he’s coming to see me or not. I like knowing he likes to be around me once more. It almost covers up the fact that he hurt me so bad. I’m not idiot, however. I wish I were in some cases, but I’m not blinded completely by my love. With every advance, I find a way to make it platonic. He’s my friend.

He said he missed me, our friendship bond. I know that he is a man of his word. I should not work myself up, I shouldn’t expect so much. I shouldn’t jump into his arms because he says go. I think rationally, I use my head. I let my heart race and my cheeks flush but ultimately my brain will stop me from messing about again. So part of me finds it sad when the power goes out later that day. For both the house and myself. It’s childish how quickly I jump in search of Conrad. I have to remind myself not to hold onto him, not to yell I told you so.

I call for his name quietly through the halls, feeling the chipping paint under my finger tips. It’s still fresh, but bumpy. A previous project of Susannah’s from when her paint brushes never seemed to dry out. It’s hard to tell if she never finished her projects that summer. Or even if she never finished any.

In the dark, it’s almost more clear to see where her brush strokes end. Where the moonlight illuminates the white and blues, you can see the divides between old and new. God, if she were any less attentive it would surely be the end of this house. It was in great condition, but some things were out of place, uncared for simply because Susannah’s mind went a mile a minute.

Smiling, I let my hands run over the wall, feet planting on the cold wood. I could feel it through my socks, with the lights out and the heat stuttering to a halt.

“Y/n/n, hey.” He sounded breathless, coming up from behind me. I hadn’t even noticed the stomping of his feet up the staircase as my fingers danced along the wall. So caught up in the past I find it that sometimes I forget that I’m living in my present. Looking around my metaphorical room in my mind, I see my chosen family. I see his brother as mine, his mother as mine. I see myself as a child again running through the sand and tracking mud through the dining room.

I know deep down I can not keep holding on, keep on keeping myself back. I can never give Conrad peace, but I can give him my sunshine, my best. He would always have a friend in me. I set my heart free then, fingers stuck to the wall, eyes flickering to my feet. I let go of my heart break and my solemn silences I throw at my loved ones for guilt. I let my walls down, I take Conrad’s hand, and I shake my head. His smile is warm, his eyes loving. He still needs me, he always has. He still loves me and my heart is racing. I finally feel like I have him back.

“You okay?” Back in reality, I’m aware that I’m not actually holding onto his hand, and Conrad isn’t really smiling at me. My heart is still in its cage and I have fallen victim to my own mind again. Conrad is not mine.

Clearing my throat, I lick at the corners of my lips. When I shake my head this time, I know it’s real because Conrad is looking at me questioningly. He is not in love with me, he is not drooling over me. The power is still out and our muddy footprints mean nothing to him anymore.

“We blew a fuse, but the generators dead. We’re just going to have to stick it out.” I nodded again, looking up at him with doe eyes. My lips were glossy with a sheen coat of spit from how much I licked them, but at them nervously. Yet, he didn’t even spare me a glance. It was almost like he was waiting on something.

“You can say it.” He finally sighed.

“Say what?” His eyes caught mine, seeing just how intently my eyes focused on his dimples and the bridge of his nose decorated with delicate freckles. I cleared my throat.

“You told me so.” He smiled, punching my shoulder playfully. He could tell my mind was drifting, he could see it, I saw the way his eyes softened. My gentle smile turned into a shit-eating grin.

A beat passed, he continued waiting on me in the dark room. I liked it in some odd ways. Enjoyed having him waiting on me for once. It wasn’t the same. How my heart waited for his apologies for so long, how I expected it because I knew one day he would come back to me to make things right in his own way. But somehow, his desire for my once overlooked jokes and brushed off comments made my cheeks warm. Like more than me in this moment, he wanted the normal us back.

“Are you going to…” He voice trailed off, my feet picked up against the cold wood floor.

“Why don’t you start the fire? I’m going to get some blankets.” I tucked the hair behind my ear, practically running to the staircase. He nodded, not that I could see it, but the silence confirmed that he had forgotten that I couldn’t truly see his nod. That along with a soft hum of approval from him.

“Oh, and Conrad.” He hummed again. His eyes glistened in the moonlight, shining brighter than any other object standing in the hallway. He waited on me patiently, slowly inching closer.

“I told you so.”

The best of blankets and pillows sprawled put along the living room floor helped to further nestle us against the foot of our white couch. The snowfall and the storm felt less like an inconvenience but a gift.

I was reminded of my childhood. Of first snowfalls and broken ice skates. Red noses and icy hair. I remember how even after the facade of perfect holidays and new years kisses faded into nothing more than a dream, how my heart still soared with excitement each coming fall. How I couldn’t wait to see the snowy powder decorating my front lawn. I get reminded of why I drove so long to see Conrad. Of his warm hugs and his soft mittens. Wearing his hats and stumbling around in the backyard. I feel less hurt by the company than I once did a few days ago. I feel blessed that by some miracle, fate had string Conrad and I back together. That his hands would forever paint my hands in a gentle love we only held, and his whispers of senseless jokes he mumbled tiredly were only mine to laugh at.

The fire crackled, roaring feverishly through the night. The snow and wind pounded against the sides of the house, and despite the chills running through my toes and my fingers, I felt warmer inside than before, rekindling our inside jokes and fueling ourselves for even more.

Soon, our soft laughter and ongoing conversations died out. Our eyes glued to the flames, I tried to catch a glimpse into Conrad’s eyes. I wanted to know what the fire would look like reflected into his blue eyes. Instead, I caught his gaze locked onto my face.

I felt embarrassed, in a way. Vulnerable under his gaze. I felt my cheeks heat up and my body tingle. I felt like a school girl again.

“Y/n/n.” He called for me softly. The only way I was sure that he’d even said it was the fact that my eyes were so trained in his pink lips. I nodded slowly.

“Why did you come down here? Why now?” Even though the question was serious, I couldn’t help but to smile at his curiosity in my life.

Taking a deep breath, I watched his flat face turn into a welcoming grin.

“Lately, I’ve just been caught up in the past, I guess. I’m just so used to coming home every winter to Steven and Belly in the living room already fighting. And my dad and mom arguing about what decorations playfully.” Conrad laughed like he could picture it. He’d never really been in my house during the holidays. Sure, the Fisher family would stop by every few months when the distance became too much, but holiday’s were usually spent apart.

“I guess when I came home this year and that wasn’t there, I kind of freaked a little. I mean, Steven just left, Belly was too caught up in her own life to care about what I wanted to do, how much time we had left. My dad was too busy to stop by and…” I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I almost allowed the words to slip, how the final straw was that even with the mess of my family, at least at one point I had Conrad. I had his gentle hands and his quiet promises to hold onto. When everything went to hell, it was like losing the last bit of peace. “I wanted to be somewhere I wouldn’t feel alone, I guess.” I replaced my words with this. Hoping he’d understand how much he meant to me, how much all of it meant to me.

The single puff of air coming harshly through his mouth in a sigh reminded me just how close we were. How I could feel each word falling from his lips fanning over my shoulder. We were sharing a blanket, so close yet our bodies so far.

“Y/n.” He sounded more serious. During my confession, I found a home in the floorboards. Feeling safer confessing to the air than to a man who destroyed me not so long ago. My eyes hesitated to meet his, but I could see just how serious he was.

“I regret what happened between us more than anything I’ve ever done in my life. I know I can’t reverse that, but please never say you are alone. I swear to you, no matter what, I’m there.” It was rare to hear such thing from Conrad. Maybe a grunt of a hug to assure my feelings were always appreciated. But I could see the sincerity in his face, his voice was dripping with guilt. He meant it, every word.

Nodding my head, I silently thanked him. I watched his eyes search my face. How his lips parted but shut quickly. He decided against continuing, but it was like an unspoken apology was being said between us in that moment.

With gravity pulling us together, it was only in my nature to protect my heart. I had to rip us apart before I gave in without knowing if we’d ever be the same. If I kissed him and it was just a winter fling, I couldn’t take another heartbreak.

So, in our silence, I moved my hand between us. The pad of my thumb brushing away the charcoal from the fire dusting just under his cheek. I watched how he shivered and backed away, eyes fluttering shut. All while I bit at my lip, delicate in the way I rubbed away the dust.

“Are my hands cold?” I remained focused in on him, my lips curled into a smile seeing his reaction to my touch, how he shivered but didn’t complain. He nodded his head slowly, but his eyes were still closed.

I saw how his eyebrows furrowed, it wasn’t from discomfort, but in the low light it was hard to tell. My hand curled away, ready to ease the coldness off of his skin. I didn’t expect his own hand to cover mine, holding it against his now rosy cheeks.

“Feels nice.” He mumbled almost drowsily. His eyes still hidden behind his eyelids, his other hand found mine aimlessly, gently pressing it to his other cheek. I felt his weight sink into my palms, reveling in my touch.

The band suddenly snapped. All the tension, all the build up. He was right there, so eager, so gentle. I had to know if he was still the same boy I loved not too long ago. He had set me up for an old joke.I always wondered if I could still joke with him like this. It still gnawed at me some nights.

“It’s because you’re cold hearted.” I expected him to laugh, I hoped he would. But instead, he smiled just as genuine as his old laughter, melting into my touch more than I thought he could ever. I hadn’t been able to predict what he would tell me. Couldn’t have read his lips even if I could see into the future.

“For everyone else, maybe. But not for you.” He was as honest as a man could be. With his eyelashes fluttering open, I could see it in his eyes now. How they looked back at me wide and awake. I felt my stomach flip. There was something there I had previously missed. Dancing along with the glowing of the fire in his irises, was the same spark he once carried when I was his and he was mine.

I didn’t even get to challenge it, teasing him and making him repeat his confessions. My lips stuttered on the first syllable, just before his hands smushed my cheeks with the force of how he grabbed me. He was firm, but not aggressive. He could never hurt me.

His lips molded against mine perfectly in my mind. He tasted like mint and hot chocolate. My hands tangled in his hair, his palms flat against my waist. With so little space between us, so much fever and pent up frustration, air became harder and harder to get. With each touch of his fingers, it was like tiny fires being sparked across my body.

He hadn’t even had to tell me what he felt then. Neither did I. In that moment my walls crumbled beneath my feet. All resistance was gone. In Conrad’s grasp, I felt less alone.

I knew it then. To Conrad, my mind games I played on myself, my temper and the storms that would inevitably cloud up my sunniest days, the fact that I could never give him peace did not matter. We would always be enough.

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Hi!

Sooooo, I was wallowing in self pity because there was no HWFG (no pressure to write or update! I just can’t be normal about that story) so I went to check your ao3 and was surprised to see that you’re a fellow James Norrington truther! It inspired me to rewatch the first two pirates of the Caribbean movies and I kinda fell into the norrington rabbit hole again.

That made me read fallen through time and I honestly became OBSESSED so when I was done with the chapters you posted for that story I immediately turned to catch the wind and,,,,,,, [insert unhinged meme about ripping out guts]. I started reading it on Saturday and I couldn’t put it down so I read through two nights and am now tired as fuck, sitting at work, trying to appear busy while still reading your story. What have you done to me!!! I just read the wedding night chapter (I’m going insane, that had no business being so hot???) and honestly, that was so rewarding? Very well written smut aside, the slow burn was soooo good and there were moments where I had actual tears in my eyes??? Theo’s pain when she overheard Elizabeth accepting James‘ proposal? AH!!!! I adore their relationship. The banter, the soft moments, their conflict, their quiet conversations (though I must say I maybe even like it more in fallen through time? He’s just so mean, suspicious and stupid at times in that one, I live for that). I feel like theyre the definition of „she fell first, he fell harder“ and at one point i was really reminded of something I’ve read elsewhere… it was something like „you’re looking at me with purpose“ and that’s just so spot on for James? He’s so devoted to her it makes my heart melt.

On that note, it’s so impressive how much research you’ve done?! And how much thought you’ve put into everything? It’s not easy to write for that time period (I say as a person with two degrees in history lol), especially when it comes to balancing the cultural differences between norrington and Theo? That made everything even more fun to read.

And it’s so impressive how you manage to have this story follow the events of the movies but for it to never become boring or repetitive? You manage to capture the characters we all know and love so well while also making them your own. Your James, of course, is spot on, but also Elizabeth and will? And in all honesty, I maybe like your jack sparrow more than the canon one. He serves as comic relief so much that you sometimes forget he’s a seasoned pirate and much more intelligent, provident and even dangerous than one might think. He feels much more human in your story in my opinion. And that moment where he returns to Tortuga and confronts Theo about the cannibals? I laughed so loud that my bf woke up lol

Okay so I’ll stop rambling now, I just wanted to drop by to tell you how much I love your work and how glad I am that I checked out your norrington/theo stuff. Theo is amazing and I love them both so much. My boss just left the building and I sure will spend the rest of my time at work today reading, they don’t pay me enough anyway. I so hope that her attempt at changing James’ fate will work out and I’m very anxious but also excited to find out where this all goes!

Sending love and appreciation from Germany!

I know I'm on a tumblr break but this is too nice and it has me crying too much to leave it to gather dust in my inbox 🫠🫠🫠

Thank you so so so so SO much!!!

Honestly Catch the Wind will always have a special place in my heart (the people who have sat and watched me continue to talk about it ~14 months after it was finished are like "we know, babe") because I wrote it like, being somewhat fond of Norrington but mostly to get the idea for a Boromir fic out of my system, and instead I ended up sick over Norrington and still writing the Boromir fic anyway. Buuut I mean I got my favourite project so far out of it so I can't complain, I just laugh at how I played myself. Tbf tho, it was a great thing because POTC was a great stepping stone towards even more intimidating LOTR territory!

I'm so glad the smut was decent, too! That was the first story I've ever written it for and I was so nervous about it 💀 I do completely agree with your view on Theo and James as a couple though - the falling first/harder, and the "you're looking at me with purpose" both. I just don't think he'd ever be the type to get complacent. He's not a man who lays on the charm to win the girl, before thinking "what's the point in continuing to try?" once he "has" her. I see him as being such a ride or die, insanely loyal, "that is my WIFE", Gomez Addams coded guy, I love him for it. Those sitcom coded jokes where a guy hates his wife the second he marries her would be the very opposite of his kind of thing. That's why I had so much fun giving him that back in Theo, considering Elizabeth doesn't return his feelings in the movies.

And I mean, I don't think he's owed that from her and I don't think less of her for not returning those feelings, she can't help it (although I do raise my eyebrows at anybody who'd choose Will over The Noz, but people are allowed to be wrong ig), and I think if anything it'd be worse if she did marry him in the end without having that same level of feeling, but it was just so nice to give him someone as dedicated to him as he was to her in Theodora 🥹 I also think Boromir has a lot of that in him, so I'm very excited about his future with Sybil.

I'm also so thrilled to hear the research went appreciated - a lot of it was very fun, like if I hadn't done an Eng Lit/Creative Writing degree, I would've gone into history (I actually almost did do a second degree in history but the funding didn't work out, so I stick to just reading a lot, which I'm cool with), and like most of it was fun, but there were times when I was googling a) the origin of the coffee table, and b) 18th century equivalents of a coffee table/accent table at 4am for the sake of one throwaway line where I did wonder about my path in life. I swear, I deep-dived into it in the notes usually because I at least wanted to make it clear when I had done my research vs when I was knowingly deviating (a few unknowing mistakes did slip through but I think how much research otherwise went into it kind of makes people more willing to overlook a mistake here and there?) but also because it meant I could get more out of said research binges than just one unnoticeable line in a random paragraph 🤡

And JACK. God. I could write a dissertation on Jack. What they do to his character in movies 4/5 are 90% of the reason I don't like them and have only seen them once each. The other 10% is that uhhh they're just crap. Like it's so, so clear in the first three - mainly because of JD's fab acting - that the eccentric thing masks a lot of intelligence and cunning. He'll do his whole "weirdo" shtick, and I don't even think it's entirely an act, I think he is truly eccentric to an extent, but there'll just be these really brief moments where there's just a gleam in his eye, or he'll be suddenly serious for 0.5 seconds and you see what's going on behind the mask, and you realise it is a mask. Whereas in 4/5 it turns into a thing of "idiot who bumbles around and finds his way by sheer luck", which was never what he was in the trilogy.

I also think his crew's reaction to him shows that he is more than willing to be a hardass captain when it comes to it - the moment off of the top of my head is when Cotton's parrot goes "walk the plank" in movie two and his gun is immediately out and he's not happy and they all kinda startle a bit. But even without glimpses like that, like, they're pirates. If he was weak, and he wasn't willing to be stern and not take shit, they wouldn't follow him, and he wouldn't be half as infamous as he is. They know he's odd, but it's clear they respect him, so he must have earned that respect.

He was the one I was most scared of having to write going into this thing (along with Barbossa and Beckett), because he's so easy to get wrong. I'm always so, so thrilled when I hear I did him justice!

Okay, I have written you an entire dissertation here, so I'll stop now and just say again THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH!!!! 💜💜💜 I've read this like ten times since I first received it, it had me grinning like an idiot every single time, I'm so grateful -- and I hope you like what I have in store for HWFG! The wait shouldn't be tooo long, I'm taking April off of posting but not writing, so ideally I'll have something to post in the very beginning of May!

(and I'll reply to your other ask in a bit, I just wanted to make it clear I wasn't ignoring this!!)

#asks #CTW #james/theodora #dissertation!lucy strikes again

[dominomars]

Helluva Boss - Season 1 // Episode 8 (REVIEW)

(Warning//cussing, opinions 😟, critique, Helluva Boss, drinking topics, spoilers)

I cuss when I’m mad so….be prepared

This is more of a rant than an review lmao

K soooo episode 8 finally came out and oh boy do I have something to say..

So everyone knows that a year ago (I think?) Viv said on her twitter that episode 8 was delayed due to copyright issues. I was like okay, that’s fine, I understand that she might’ve had a song that was copyrighted or some shit. so they moved on with season 2.

2 days ago she made a post saying that episode 8 will finally be up on YouTube. Tbh I was excited bc we get to see what the fuck is going on with that trashy Ozzie’s episode. Oh did I mention that Viv said that this wasn’t a continuation of Ozzie’s but then she proceeded to say it was??? Like make up ur mind it’s not that hard woman 😭.

Let me start off with me saying that where is the warning intro? See you can definitely tell that this episode is rushed. Also the animation is very off, Loona and the rest of the characters looked very stiff like the animation was off putting??

Loona enters the party and we see Vortex again, alright that’s fine sure whatever Idc. And we see a bunch of hellhounds (which don’t even look like hellhounds they look like fucking piss stain red eyed furry hair that like partying) like, I’m sorry? Isn’t this supposed to be hell? Like why in the actual satans asshole are they having fun, they’re listening to techno/rave/pop DJ Gen z music (I don’t even know what this music is called so pls tell me what it’s called so I don’t have to embarrass myself) .

So then we get to the point of this episode, where we see Queen Bee (Aka Beelzebub), I’m sorry, who is this bitch? She doesn’t even look like Beelzebub??? It’s like I’m watching a furry dancing and head bobbing to animation meme music, while horrible furrybait hellhounds get high or some shit, how is this an adult series, how could you count this as something an ADULT lemme remind you again an ADULT a fucking 18+ individual that could drink, watch pron, do adult things could watch??? And I know, all adults are different, they like different comedy, and different plots. But you must be a man child to like this.

Anyways back to Bee, her design is not good, it’s not mature, it’s just an eye bleeding furry that could probably give someone epilepsy seeing this thing, and I mostly feel bad for the animators having to animate her, I can’t even animate my simple pink unicorn oc because of the design, and the design isn’t even that complex??.

Now let’s get on to her character, she’s actually not that bad, like she’s not horrible (that’s because she’s not an asshole like the other female characters, Loona, Stella, Verosika, to name a few) she’s sassy, fun, extroverted, loud, and I actually like how she’s not a bad character. Thank you Viv for making an actual enjoyable character.

I just realized she’s also voiced by Kesha, which I bad for Kesha for voicing a character from such a dogshit show, but Kesha is literally my childhood, she’s my idol, I love Kesha, I even said that I wanted to meet her one day. I love Kesha very much because I’m such a sucker for early 2000s scenecore, Kesha was my music taste and still IS my music taste. So props I guess for Viv for getting her to voice act an character that’s insane.

Ok so let’s talk about the song, I give it a solid 6/10, the song is good only because I kept singing it and it was stuck in my head, but the fucking. repeated. verses is getting me a overstimulation at this point.

So after the song, Bee introduction, Yada yada, we get Loona saying that this party is getting her anxious because of Bee prolly. She calls Blitzo up, Blitzo comes and get her, she gets in the car with him, until they see a hellhound that proceeds to call Loona “hot”, then she changes her mind like a fucking moron and say “yOu knO daddy, I thwnk we shOuld tay a Wittle longa, pweeassee owo” like she’s a 2 year old baby convincing her dad that she has to stay, she needs to stay. Oh can I also say that this furrybait is also a whore? Ok like hear me out, she said she had syphillis in the pilot, then she had a whole ass high school crush on Vortex with the most embarrassing conversation, then she proceeds to be tail wagging turned on because of this hellhound that called her hot. Seriously, how could you like this character? she’s not enjoyable.

Alright we’re now moving on with her and Blitzo, and Blitzo’s getting drunk because of his relationship issues, but then Loona is chilling yknow having a good time, then she gets confronted with Bee and Vortex saying that you need to go check on your dad. Hold on second lemme just stop right here partner, hold to flipping flop, isn’t Bee the queen of gluttony? Isn’t she like to embodiment of drinking and having fun, how nice are you? Why are you acting like this? You are a ruler of HELL, you’re supposed to be bad, you’re supposed to be supporting that big headed alien demon.

So now Imma get to the end, they enter their home, Blitzo goes to sleep, and here’s something so funny he says, “Fuck, Fizz was right. I’m gonna die alone” This is the worst sad thing Blitzo has ever said so far, I’m not sorry BlitzO but I don’t give a shit about your problems, till the very end of this day you’re still going to be the last person I’m going to feel bad for, Bojack Horseman is better than you for fucks sake. You’re NOTHING to me, and I hope you die alone pissstain you deserve it.

the last thing I have to say is some a couple points I missed.

•Why is Vortex, a hellhound that is lower than Imps. Dating a lord? Wtf is going on? Why is it not okay for Stolas to like Blitzo

•The whole thing with Bee should’ve been overweight is stupid and not necessary

•I love how everyone is defending Blitzo and I even saw a video on YT (Im not going to send the video to anyone because I don’t want that person to receive hate of course) putting a Bojack Horseman quote in the video like you’re NOTHING like Bojack, stop comparing Blitzo to Bojack, Blitzo is literally an uwu feel bad for character

I’m going to review this headache’s next episode this Saturday so stay tuned I’m honestly excited

Peace out

#helluva boss critical #rant #spoilers #animation #indie animation #beelzebub #helluva boss hater

[tolerateit]

Meg - we are post fall vibe books and fully into cozy book season :) I’m thrilled! SOOOOOO ITS TIME FORRRRRRR “Kate talks to Meg about books because it is fun time” time!!!!

Okay so a big part of my reading month for October was finishing up The Mirror Visitor series which I loved so much! Gah once I finished it I stayed up just thinking about the ending, just soooo good.

I’ve started A Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet by Becky Chambers and I love it already! About 13% through it and I can just tell I’m gonna have a blast with this. I’m not super into Sci fi but it has all the vibes I want so I’ll update you as I get more into it!

Then my audiobooks were The Collected Regrets of Clover which I’ve talked a bit about, and it was solid! Perfect for a bit of a sad girl read IMO! Then I tried This Vicious Grace by Emily Thiede and have come to conclusion that it is just not for me :/ it’s a YA novel, so sometimes (like the mirror visitor series) YA can sound super mature, but this one def felt very young. Perfect for that age group, but not for me, unfortunately.

However I started A Deadly Education by Naomi Novik which was just the mood I’ve been looking for! I finished it yesterday and i loved it! I am looking to finish the rest of the series over the next month! Highly recommend for that dark academia vibe with some magic!

So, for October I read five books, and I’m very happy with that! Excited to get into more reading as it snowed here yesterday and I’m feeling ready to melt into my couch with a good read every night!

Hope you are doing well! I know you were doing some finals stuff not too long ago, so I hope that went well! Happy (belated) Halloween!!

PS what’s your favorite vault song?? Mine’s Is It Over Now, but Now That We Don’t Talk is a close second :)

OH WE LOVE TO SEE IT!!! The collected regrets of clover has been on my list for a while now, looking forward to reading it! I'm doing okay, finals stuff seems never-ending at this point haha but I'm looking forward to November because I think I have a chance to get on top of things (magical thinking 😭) but ooh if you're still up for fall and spooky stuff I'm reading Starling House and so far the vibes are immaculate (the author has created a bibliography at the end which i LOVE!)! As for 1989tv, is it over now and slut are my faves atm! Obsessed with IKP as always

#you ask for the tab* #Wonderful mutuals 💖

[florestmoon]

TUA S3 (angry) rant for my friends on here who watches it lol bc I feel like I’m the only one who isn’t going crazy over it like all these posts I see

This season wasn’t good. At least compared to the last two. I don’t know it was just giving me like..riverdale in a way? Especially with the whole Luther x sloane

I really didn’t give two fucks about them, like I was soooo annoyed with every scene with them. I was hoping the whole time that she would actually have a personality and like betray Luther in a way? But no. They made her just based off Luther and their dumb relationship.

We all know what to say about Allison. What the fuck. I was rooting for her in the beginning because she went through so much shit. Like we have to understand that she went through the 60s , and then losing her daughter and all. But all that sympathy was thrown out the window once that one scene with Luther . Like ?? Then it was basically just swept under the rug..huh?!!1?1! It’s one thing for her to kill some one, that doesn’t have much an impact in tv and films like it should. But SA is irredeemable and I hate that the fucking writers resulted to that just to make her character a “villain” it’s just such a shitty way to fuck up her character. I compared her to Wanda and was excited but yeah…

Btw give viktor a break !!! Like I just wanted him to punch the shit out of everyone this season. Expect for klaus of course . Idk idk I just hated that they always treat viktor horribly and he just ..forgives them?

Diego and Lila also got on my nerves , I was hoping something would come out of the whole father son thing and we would have really cute scenes and emotional scenes but yeah, nothing like the rest of the 3000+ plots in this season. Diego being a piece of shit to the kid in the beginning after we explored his trauma with his own father ? I mean i guess it makes sense with the whole “it’s a cycle” concept, but still. I was hoping for more.

Really hated that they just would step over certain death scenes like nothing? The only reaction we got from any of them was when Luther died but that’s it. Diego just accepting that the kid killed klaus? Viktor not really being able to mourn Harlan because they wanna be shitty to him about it? Idk. I know the point is that they are a dysfunctional family and all. But I’m a huge fan about the emotional aspect of things so it irked me a lot lolol

I know sparrow ben is suppose to be different but god, I missed umbrella ben soooo much :(( I hated having to watch that ben

I only cared about Klaus and viktor this season . I’m happy that Klaus got to finally have more knowledge about his powers and realize how powerful he really is. And I’m happy that we got to see viktor transition and how accepting everyone was <333 love love

I’m still gonna watch s4 obviously because I need answers to more questions from that ending. I just hope it gives me the energy that I loved from season 2. It could also be the fact that it’s been so long that I watched s2 that I lost the interest and love I had for the characters , and it ruined the experience for me this season.

Or the writing just fucking sucked this season.

#tua spoilers #tua season 3 #I’m annoyed #why am I the only one not liking this season?? #I sound bitchy and dumb but I really loved this show and characters #so I’m sad about the direction they took with them #the umbrella academy

[starlight-time-machine]

Week in Review

04/14/2024 – 04/20/2024

Sunday

Week 10 of missing Cipher Academy

Woah, another new character in Girl Meets Rock…I’m a little trepidatious but let’s see how it goes… Always appreciate more Machiavellian Rin, though.

I didn’t have a lot of time for manga today, but I read the new Unluck Undead chapter because I wanted to see the popularity poll results. Like a lot of fans, I was surprised to see Tatiana up so high, but I’m soooo happy to see Feng at third. Then the chapter itself went and reminded me that oh yeah he’s kind of a complete asshole at times… But it seems like Nico giving him a talking to was enough to change his mindset a little. I’m excited to see how this tag team shiritori match goes, especially with Feng already being able to target the pieces of Language’s soul embedded in her creations. (Also how did he braid his hair so fast…I really would’ve liked to just see ponytail Feng or hair down Feng…)

Monday

Oshi no Ko fine. Sometimes the insertion of comedy to soften dramatic blows gets a little grating.

Dandandan good, this mangaka’s creature designs are always some of my favorites, and this one is no exception. It seems like we’re going through the regular cycle of a kid being overtaken by supernatural powers before incorporating those powers into their own fighting style and joining the team, though, and I’m really hoping this is the last. I don’t know how much more I can take before Dandadan feels like it’s really just spinning its wheels.

Magilumiere fine. It appears we’ve been flung into the endgame all of a sudden.

Chainsaw Man fine. We got some fun banter between Quanxi and the others, at least.

Watched through the rest of the Glow Up season and it was generally uneventful (I skipped the Metaverse episode because LMAOOOO fuck that dumb shit). The drag episode was my favourite, as it felt like they were having a lot of fun being self-referential and irreverent (bringing back the model from the infamous I Like To Watch video was an inspired choice). Roo’s look for Cheddar was really breathtaking, too. Other than that, I’m just glad that the person I was rooting for won.

Finally continued my Undead Unluck reread and it’s so good… The best part about Loop 101 for me is how every arc feels like a completely different genre. Fuuko and Void’s boxing match was so hype, Fuuko defeating Sean and his switchblade with ease was such a nice full circle moment, the Buroja War arc was fantastic in terms of character development across the board (gay of Billy to find Tella by the scent of his conditioner though), and the Phil arc was fun, but I mostly loved it for all the Sean/Gina moments it provided.

Tuesday

Agh

Wednesday

Aghhhhhh

Thursday

I can’t believe I missed DunMesh Thursday but I was truly knocked out after rushing work once again. But I did have time to read the latest chapter of Yuria-sensei no Akai Ito – it seems like learning about her dad’s affair and coming to understand her sister’s perspective is what’s going to push Yuria to chase her own wants, which I think she rightfully deserves at this point.

Friday

I’m not gonna lie I got some insanely bad news today so I’ve just been lying in bed depressed out of my mind

Saturday

Undead Unluck reread made me feel better…especially since the Tenraisai arc is so fun and funny. The exploration of the familial bond between Feng and Shen is so cute and touching…and that being the crux to Shen winning their bout was absolutely perfect. One thought I did have while rereading was realizing how…Feng has kind of overtaken Shen as my favourite character… 101 Shen just doesn’t have the tragedy-tinged unhinged energy of 100 Shen that I loved so much, and meanwhile Feng has just grown more and more likeable while still being a battle freak… And he’s even funnier in the subsequent high school arc, which was super wholesome and fun as a whole. (But wow, Chikara’s parents deciding to time travel with Chikara at the end kind of fucked me up, because for all their relatives know, they just disappeared for 16 years…). I decided to stop reading here since I’m pretty much caught up, and I’ve just fallen more in love with Undead Unluck now that I can actually remember more than 50% of the plot. At this point I might raise its score from a 9 to a 10 (I had docked it points for being so heterosexual and having so many fridged relatives, but now I’m just enamoured by the story’s heart and compassion), but I’ll save that thought for when the series ends.

DunMesh Saturday…with a side of spicy ramen and cheese rice cakes to soothe my depressed soul…it was a fun episode…seeing the groups collide and the new social dynamics forming was fun…the first next episode should be fun too…

#week in review #2024

[gooseymacleans]

Heyooo anon here! I got around to rewatching this weeks dw ep and I’m going bonkers!! Unironically think it’s one of my favorite episodes to date. The scene with BJ and Rosemary at the end was horrifying like ew ew ew get away from her!!! Jim better figure out how to extort BJ for every cent he can get, steal his house to give back to Rosemary, and then beat his ass for good measure imo. There is something so wrong with that man at a cellular level. Seeing Bern taking charge to save Joe was great, Gordo really had the audacity to tell HER that he lost a “good man,” like that’s her Dad we’re talking about!! Take three steps back!!! (Shoutout to his comment about the pancakes tho that was funny). On the topic of Joe and Colton, HOLY SHIT. I’ll try to not go on too long about this at risk of sounding crazy but. That entire march was insane. Watching Joe absolutely dog walk the killer was hot I mean wild like they had the guy tied up at the neck and getting yanked to the ground or kicked in the head or choked out every 5 seconds. 11/10. The actual fights were so good too like the two of them screaming in agony rolling in the dirt? Chilling. Show-stopping. etc etc. Zahn was actually incredible here like he’s always been really good but this episode he was on a whole other level. He didn’t say too much the whole march but you can tell every single thing he’s feeling by his eyes and the snarl on his face alone. And the stare down at the end of episode was so good I could practically feel the resentment radiating off Joe. No one is doing it like him!!

Also I was reading an article about the season and the writer made an interesting comment?

“Watching this week's penultimate Season 2

episode, you're bound to do a double take

upon learning a very surprising fact about

Manuelito's romantic past. (Seriously, there

is no preparing for it.)”

Like double take? No preparing for it??

OMG HIIIII 🥳🙌🏽 i was starting to wonder where you went like I was looking over at both inboxes and being like my dark winds anon…..🚶🏽‍♀️

okayyyy that ending was BRAZY get your hands off her or I’ll eat the rest of your steak -_- like it’s making my head spin that we only have so few episodes left and it’s making me want to do zoomies in the backyard. if we get to see jim give a good beat down on some white guy, I would call this season a success even though this season has already blown my eyebrows clean off. NEVER underestimate a girl and her father figure like gordo just wouldn’t understand 🙄 but I will give him extra points for being a funny bitch !!

there’s just something about dragging your oppressor through the desert on a leash is soooo satisfying like I’m sooooo sorry for him having a broken arm and probably a concussion but joe having blood over his face and being absolutely consumed by his emotions is soooo scrumptious. they really stepped up this season like its almost cathartic to see these characters release their rage AS THEY SHOULD!! this season has really set the stage for all the actors to bring their A game and they EXCEL at it. if nobody is nominated for any award, oh, the academy will be hearing from me personally.

oh anon, we are really in it now….what is going onnnnn is anyone ready to go homeeeee omfgggg I’m so scared but excited and intrigued it’s only going to be buckwild from here on out huh

#ask #I am once again asking everyone to watch dark winds my best friend dark winds #long post

[tflaw]

AVAAAA omg i am very sorry i havent been in tumblr for a while bc i was rlly ... on the grind for raiden doing hidden quests n all that :// and i managed to farm a WHOPPING 20 pulls 😀 so yea ... ya girl finally got welkin now too n ngl im scared of losing the 50/50 but fuck it we ball !!

+ aaa since shenhe might unfortunately be jailed in their basement again i wanna pull for yelan :(( as much as i love hutao and xiao .. i cant pull off their playstyles at all 💔 but i dont think ill get too ambitious ADMKA raiden is coming but tbh if i do lose on her banner i'll just save it for yelan n build keqing instead .. yea sounds like a pretty good idea BUT HYV BETTER NOT JINX IT I WANT THEM BOTH

+ windtrace got me reaaally scared as well tbh 😭 i dont like co-op events at all it rlly makes my anxiety spike up for some reason .. i hope youre coping well w it though im pretty sure u were having a hard time w it 💔

+ and omg youre reading bsd :0 i havent read the light novels but the anime was rlly good too though hihi AND U LIKE MY BRO RANPO ??? i love him too he's just like me fr !! the moment i saw that man slacking while eating an ungodly amount of sweets i just went "i am you. and you are me" 💀 but yes omg ranpo's amazing he's soooo interesting AND FYODOR TOO GAWD u have taste ava i love ur taste u get me !! i rlly should read bsd as well bc i was an anime only :(( i miss them fr :((

+ and lastly, happy holidays ava !! i hope u enjoy christmas hihi i dont celebrate it but i still wanna send some good vibes by saying that im so, so grateful for meeting u <33 i love u sm ava i wish u all the best these remaining days of 2022 ♥️

AI MY LOVE MY BELOVED !! i really wish u get raiden :(( hyv should give u raiden !! she’s rly easy to build and so powerful i love love love her !! i’ve managed to grind at least 10 wishes . pulled . got c3 gorou . :))))))) no faruzan cons. i give up on kuni’s banner 😭

+ AYE im having second thoughts abt hu tao, too!! bcos fyodor . and ayato . same VAs im gonna go insane. and ayato can be a good support for ayaka if i build him right. but hu tao <//3 i’ve been wanting her since i first started playing. maybe i’ll get ayato next time. idk im so . sighs. i WANT ayato too 😭 shenhe might have a rerun after hu tao… i’m praying… i need her…

+ OH MY GOD windtrace. i rmb now why i hate this event 😭 the first game we were at the fatui camp near the jadeplume terrorshroom. i disguised as a box and nilou was the hunter. THANKFULLY the hunter didn’t catch any of us my heart was gonna burst 😭 and then the next we were at byako plain . i panic and transformed into the wooden barrel near the water stream. idk what’s happening at first bcos i can see the other rebel from where i’m at— they were using sayu. they were standing there with the npcs and the apparently the hunter just couldn’t see them? and then the childe one transformed to a chair . the hunter chased them every where and to the roof. i was the only remaining rebel after the game. pretty fun!!

+ i read then i decided to just watch !! IM ON SEASON 3 RN and halfway thru!! im so excited to meet the rest of the villains . this anime rly proves if villain why sexy. everyone is attractive . god. pls. I KNEW ID LIKE HIM !! ive seen photos of him before and he seems interesting as well as cool . i love him a lot :,)) he and fyodor . ai when i heard fyodor’s voice PLS i was ready to risk it all. HE HAS THE SAME VA AS AYATO. and u know how i feel abt ayato. i love him a whole lot i wanna give him babies.

+ i love you, too, ai!! happy holidays and i hope u and the rest of ur family are safe <33 m so grateful of meeting u and having to be ur friend :,)) i hope we can meet someday hihi ^^ i love u sm, too !! mwah !! mwah !!

#xoxo: ai. #✉️: hotmail.

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

You and me made 3. Prt 29

*** You and me made 3. Prt 29

Premise: Lance accidentally winds up pregnant and begins to reevaluate his relationship with his long term boyfriend

Scene: Lance works splitting his time between teaching on Altea and back on Earth his family. Keith works on both diplomatic and sneaky sneaky missions for Diabazaal and the Blades of Mamora. Things used to be good, but Keith’s been pulling away for months and Lance does the dumb panic. Set 5 years after season ewght. Supportive Shiro because I’ve been writing too much negative Shiro… and Curtis is a big arse nerd boy. Soooo much dialogue. Thank you to the Love/Sex Pistols manga. Showing my age with that one.

*

Watching Lance sleep, Keith stroked his hair. His boyfriend had nearly fallen asleep in Krolia’s office, so his mother had helped him take Lance back to their room. He’d been livid when he’d walked in to find Lance red eyed, sniffling and shaking slightly, not expecting that he’d be the cause of them being caught.

“He’s not going anywhere anytime soon, you should let him rest”

Keith was sitting up in bed, Lance cuddled into his legs. Now that his mother knew, he didn’t know what to say or how to act. She hadn’t been mad, repeating that so many times that Keith knew Lance must have asked her if she was. Krolia was sitting on the end of the bed, Kosmo making a pest of himself for more pats. Sure, it was like all Lance’s worst fears had come to pass, but now his mother knew, he felt so quiznakking relieved. Krolia was going to come to Earth, sit down with them and Miriam, talk things out, then come to Altea with them for Lance’s scan.

“I’m just worried about him, I’m not about to wake him up”

Lance had automatically let him lift him, despite being unable to fight his closing eyes, he seemed to know it was him touching him. Lance would probably have a rough time the following day, letting his anxieties get the better of him. He loved Krolia, and now Krolia knew

“Good. Is his pregnancy why you broke up?”

They’d talked a bit about Lance’s time on Earth, Lance glossing over some of the details

“He was working on proposing to me. Then he said he couldn’t. Not until I knew and I got mad. I didn’t realise how rocky our relationship was, or that I was talking to the team as much as I did when I was with him…”

“I’m glad he didn’t. Not until you knew”

“He told me repeatedly that he couldn’t… but I want to propose to him when the times right. He even had Shiro and Curtis on board and spent months researching things. He didn’t want to accidentally insult whatever traditions there are. Shiro told him to ignore them, that we’re fine doing things our own way”

Krolia chucked lightly

“Shiro has a point. There used to be a custom of formal proposals and fights for hands in marriage, but you kids aren’t of that generation. How do you feel about being a father?”

“Scared. Excited. Worried. He’s doing all the hard work. He gets scared that I won’t love him as he gets bigger and last night didn’t help that”

“No, I suppose not. I understand why you kept it under wraps. Womb worms are rare… and to think twins…”

Keith sighed heavily. Yep. He’d knocked Lance right up

“One was scary enough, two… I don’t know what to do. We haven’t even chosen where we’ll raise them. Lance doesn’t know what to do now he’s not teaching… he came to Diabazaal for me and all I did was accuse of him of not trying hard enough to fit in. I fucked up so badly last night that if I were him, I would have left”

“No you wouldn’t have. I’ve seen the way you two look at each other. You’d have stayed to hear him out. He said he wasn’t sure how far along he is”

“Not with how space works. Coran did tell him but I can’t remember now, and he said that it couldn’t be right. I didn’t even know such a thing was possible”

“You wouldn’t. It is rare, but not unheard of. He’s been going through so major changes”

“Yeah… I wish he could see himself through my eyes”

“We all wish that when our partners are hurting. Take tomorrow off. You two don’t need to give me any plans, and I’ll book a few days off with Kolivan. Is it okay to tell him?”

“I think so… I mean, he’s going to be a grandfather. Just not everyone else yet. Coran was all for announcements as soon as possible, but we want to tell Miriam and then there’s Pidge and Hunk, as well as Veronica and Axca. Then after that probably Zethrid and Ezor seeing Lance seems to be close with them”

His mother nodded, before turning things back on him

“If this is something you don’t want…”

“No. No. It’s not like that. Lance said something that I can’t get out my head. He said Coran’s got him taking and doing so many things that he can’t feel excited. I’m not sure what to do. He loves them… and he should be excited, right?”

“He does tend to put a lot of pressure on himself. I’m certain it’s not something you need to take personally, as hard as it is. He wants to be excited but is stressing to do the right thing. But that want is there”

“He considered aborting… I couldn’t even be there when he needed me. Then he tells me he’s proud of me and the work I do. I was proud of how good he is at teaching. You should see him. He loves his students so much and they adore him too. He was so good with them on his calls. Coran might have helped him get the job, but he’s… he’s amazing”

Keith didn’t expect his mother to laugh, Kosmo yipping thinking something more was about to happen. Pulling him close, his mother rubbed down Kosmo’s back

“Coran tells me that every time we speak. Or spoke. It did make it hard to have a proper conversation regarding matters when he would speak of his pride in Lance, then ask after you. If Lance wishes to return to teaching, I’ll support him from here the best I can. If he wishes to stay here I can definitely put him to use”

“You couldn’t have found a way to put him to use earlier? He’s been stressing about that too”

“I wanted him to find his feet, and it’s no good me simply giving him a job if he’s still working things out. Anyway, take tomorrow off completely. I’ll have food sent up, but spend some time with each other. I wonder if my grand babies will look like him or you… or, they could totally look like their cool grandmother Krolia”

Keith snorted. His mother’s phrasings had changed a lot since had arrived. Either Lance was wearing off on her, so she’d been trying extra hard to sound more laid back and like him

“You’re sounding more and more like Lance. I think they’d be cute if they turned out looking him”

“They’re going to be cute no matter who they look like. It’s nice to know you boys were practicing safe sex”

Keith blushed hard. Again, pregnancy was still kind of an advertisement of what he and Lance got up to

“We didn’t think we had to worry. We don’t have any STD’s or stuff… and Coran said it could have been either of us”

“Did you want it to be you?”

With all Lance was going through, no. He couldn’t say for sure how he would have been if he had been…

“No. I mean… no, I don’t think so. Lance’s good with all this stuff”

“You’ll learn it with time. Now, don’t forget, if you so much think about leaving this room tomorrow you’re going to be in big trouble”

“And what if Lance wants to go out?”

“Then that’s okay. No work and no duties. I’ll borrow Kosmo so you two can have some proper alone time”

Kosmo was Lance’s shadow, prying him away from Lance might be hard if Lance was anxious

“You might have to fight Lance for him”

“Then make sure you keep him happily distracted. I’ll see you both in two days”

*

Forgetting to switch his alarm off, Keith woke up the next morning not feeling rested. He’d slid down for cuddles with Lance, falling asleep in his clothes before waking up and being kept awake by all his worries. Groaning in objection to the beeping, Lance rolled away from him, Keith turning his alarm off before spooning up behind his boyfriend.

“Don’t you have to get up?”

“Not today. We have the whole day off”

Sliding his hand over Lance’s bump, Lance buried his face in his pillow. Keith sensing the incoming groan before Lance let it out

“It’s okay, babe”

“Last might actually happened?”

Lance sounded hopeful that it was all a dream, Keith nosing into his shoulder as he pulled him back against him, trying to keep them in the warm spot

“It did. But mum’s not mad. I’m not mad either”

“Ugh… I can’t believe I threw up in front of her”

“I’m pretty sure mum doesn’t care. She’s only worried about you being okay”

“That doesn’t mean I wanted to have a mental breakdown, throw up, pass out and make her worry”

“You didn’t pass out, you fell asleep”

Lance let out another groan, Keith sliding his hand up his boyfriend’s bump then along Lance’s arm until he found his hand

“You don’t need to worry. She really isn’t mad. She’s already day dreaming that they’re going to look like her”

“I feel like shit. I cried too much and she was way too nice about it all. I thought I was going to die, or be yelled at for fighting with you”

“Nah, you feel like my Lance. We can go back to sleep. Mum said we have the whole day to be us. No routine. No following instructions. No Kosmo… No having to be up early. Just us enjoying the cuddles”

“I’m trying but I need to pee… it’s too cold to get up”

Laughing at Lance’s whining tone, Keith then kissed his shoulder

“If you go pee, you can come back and have more cuddles”

“It’s the bit between here and there that’s the problem…”

“Want me to pick you up and carry you around?”

“And next you’ll want to hold my junk for me… ugh, something died in my mouth. Stay here, I’ll be back”

Staying where he was was easy enough. Keith rolling back to his back, so Lance could choose what side he wanted to get on. The waiting bit was the hard bit. When the door to the bathroom was closed, he couldn’t listen out for water to tell him how long Lance was going to take. Maybe if they’d had the day off not on the back of what had happened, he would have felt better about being low key horny for his boyfriend. His dick very much interested in the curve of Lance’s arse as he’d spoon up against him. Ugh. He had more chance of Lance lopping his dick off than he did have getting laid.

Coming back from the bathroom, Lance let out a dramatic sigh as he climbed under the blankets, Keith taking a cold hand to the face, causing him to grimace. He loved Lance but those cold hands weren’t fun, Keith redirecting Lance’s hand to rest on his chest

“Everything okay?”

Lance wriggled and moved until he’d seemed to find a position that was acceptable

“Yep. Sleep. Hush hush. Sleep sleep”

“Okay, babe. You took a while in the bathroom…”

Lance quickly shushed him

“Shhhh… sleep time. Babies need sleepy time”

“I can’t argue with that”

*

Woken by their lunch being delivered, Keith left Lance sleeping a little longer. Finally getting out of his clothes, he showered, then changed into a fresh pair of boxer briefs and a shirt, coming out the wardrobe to eye his room. From memory he hadn’t changed the sheets since they’d gotten there, nor did he remember doing his washing. Lance had been taking care of him and he’d been letting him. His boyfriend had grilled him over the state of his room when he’d arrived, it wasn’t like everything on the floor had been dirty, more like half of it had been discarded while packing. Still, Lance wouldn’t be stopped until everything was organised and Keith was only just now realising Lance had kept it all organised.

His boyfriend deserved some serious loving… and it was probably late enough now to be waking Lance up… or they’d miss the chance to spend their time alone.

Climbing under the covers, Keith spooned up against his boyfriend, starting to kiss at Lance’s exposed neck. If he knew how to pamper Lance properly, he would have, but he knew Lance loved it when he woke up to kisses. He’d be feeling anxious and worried, so before that set in, Keith was going to show him how dumb drunk Keith was and how he loved him.

Mouthing at Lance’s neck, Keith slid his hand down as he started rocking up against Lance’s god gifted arse. His boyfriend stirring at his hand rubbed over Lance’s covered junk, moaning his name lightly

“Keith?”

“Good morning, sleepy head”

“Mmm… what are you doing?”

“Waking you up… Waking my smoking hot boyfriend up”

Rolling back, Keith gave Lance enough space to roll onto his back. With his boyfriend now awake, he slid his hand up then down into Lance’s underwear

“Mghmmm… I might be persuaded… tell me more”

Kissing Lance, Keith tried to show him he wasn’t just horny, keeping the kiss gentle as he deepened it. Lance now hard enough in his hand to start jerking him off

“Need more persuasion?”

“I’m getting the general gist…”

“Then how about I straight up show you want I mean”

“I think I might need a demonstration”

With zero grace, Keith withdrew his hand, before climbing very awkwardly between Lance’s legs. His boyfriend lifting his arse to give him access as Keith pulled down Lance’s underwear, Lance lowering his arse then lifting his legs enough for Keith to get them off

“Someone’s eager”

Lance lifted his left foot to tap Keith’s leg

“Someone couldn’t keep his hands to himself, could you?”

“Not when I see something I want. Fuck, babe. You in my bed with your underwear off, it’s won’t be my fault when I fuck you into the mattress. You’re too goddamn hot”

“Wait until you see my arse. My boyfriend loves it”

“Mmm, roll over for me then. I want to see what I’m missing”

With Lance on his hands and knees, Keith hiked him back by his hips. He couldn’t lavish love on Lance’s bump, but when he saw the top loop of the small purple plug in Lance’s pretty little arse, he knew then why Lance had been so long. His boyfriend had been prepping himself for him. It wasn’t just him who wanted sexy time on their day off

“You started without me”

“I didn’t think I’d wake up to you being so horny. I planned to seduce you if the mood was good”

Sliding his finger into the plugs loop, Keith drew it back slowly, before pushing it back in, Lance moaning for him as Keith smirked

“And now?”

“I’m leaving it up to you… cleaned myself for you…”

God. Lance was incredible. Keith’s blood was slowly leaving his brain as the horny hit hard

“I’d better taste you, just to make sure”

“Fuck, Keith… make your mind up”

Teasing Lance with the plug, Keith shimmied down his own underwear, before sliding the plug out. Lube dribbling lazily from Lance’s opening. He didn’t love the taste of lube, but Lance had gone and prepped himself, so it’d be an insult not to make the absolute most of it. With the plug now gone, Keith took Lance’s cheeks his hands, before running his tongue around his lover’s twitching hole. Porn and their pretty pink holes could get fucked, he’d take Lance’s arse any damn day of the week

“Keeeeith… don’t tease”

Eating Lance out, Lance was reduced to burying his face in his pillow as he tried to stifle his moaning. His boyfriend softer than he remembered him, as Keith half drooled over the effect he was having on Lance. Only Lance let him do this. This was a side only he saw. The same went for him, but he’d made Lance feel taken for granted so giving his boyfriend the best orgasm of his life was the least he could do. When Lance’s hips started rocking, Keith eased off, slowly he started edging his boyfriend. Each time Lance got too into it, he pulled back, leaving his boyfriend to slow his hips then started again

“Stop… teasing… I want to come”

“I think I could make you come just from this”

“It wouldn’t be the first time… can you hurry up, my chest hurts… it feels weird”

That sounded like an invitation. Taking himself into his hand, Keith raised himself, he’d prepped Lance enough for the size difference between himself and the plug to not be too painful. Lining himself up, he forced himself not to come on the spot as he finally sank balls deep into Lance’s warmth, his boyfriend’s body tensing at his intrusion

“Fuuuuuck…”

Keith was in full agreement. Letting Lance adjust, he caged his boyfriend’s body, kissing Lance’s shoulder blades

“Deep breaths. Relax for me”

“Deep breaths my arse… I’m starting to think you like messing with me. What happened to the good old days of speeding up?”

“Maybe I don’t want to”

“You didn’t want to last time and the time before that”

“That’s rich coming from you, seeing how much you liked my tongue”

Rolling his hips back, Keith gave a lazy thrust, Lance clenching around him. He knew all Lance’s sweetest spots, and while Lance usually liked to kiss during sex, so it was mostly missionary, he also knew Lance loved it when Keith caged him from behind. He’d told him he was embarrassed having his arse up, but loved feeling caged safely beneath him

“You’re definitely doing this on purpose”

“A bit… you said your chest hurts”

“Don’t…”

Sliding his hands up Lance’s sides and under his shirt, Keith cupped Lance’s small breasts, Lance hissing at the contact, clenching hard enough for it to momentarily hurt

“They hurt…”

“How badly?”

“Badly enough… don’t…”

“You’re getting boobs”

Lance whimpered as Keith massaged his chest

“Keith, stop. Please, they’re too tender… it hurts too much”

He’d wanted to tease them, but if they were that painful, then he’d have to wait

“Sorry, babe. I thought you were hinting to touch them. Can I touch your stomach?”

Lance didn’t answer, Keith starting to rock his hips as he moved his hands down to Lance’s swell. For a bump so solid, it rocked in time with his thrusts

“That feels weird…”

“No stomach?”

How was he supposed to lavish Lance with attention when he couldn’t touch?

“Not like this”

“Okay, babe… I don’t want to upset you”

“Can we save the talking until after I’ve come?”

“Maybe… hold on for me”

Hooking his ankles around Keith’s legs, Keith took Lance by the hips again. When Lance didn’t tell him off, he built his rhythm, enjoying the moan’s Lance stopped muffling. Riding Lance until he came, Keith pulled out, pushing back in as Lance let out a strangers groan and his own orgasm hit. He’d thought about coming across Lance’s back, but had a better idea now. Keeping himself sheathed inside his love, he reached for the plug, waiting until he’d finished jerking through his orgasm before pulling out again and replacing the plug

“Baaabe… wha…”

“I’m going to keep you full of me…”

“Aren’t the twins enough?”

“I’m just making sure whoever’s out there knows you’re mine”

“Babe, I’m pretty sure they all know. I’m wrecked”

Pulling Lance down to lie in Keith’s arms, Keith tried for a kiss, Lance laughing as he pushed him back

“Brush your teeth first”

“It was your butt”

“That you stuck your tongue in. God, I forgot how good that felt”

Snuggling into Lance, Keith was getting cold as the sweat dried across his body. It seemed far too much effort to move

“I’m happy to oblige. I thought you’d cut my dick off, but this worked out pretty well for both of us”

“I’m not going to end the life and usefulness of something I’m going to need later… especially if I want it again soon”

“You like being full of me that much?”

“I blame the hormones. Plus, it’s too cold to jack off in the bathroom. What happened to the heating?”

“I don’t know… so you were planning on seducing me later?”

Sighing heavily at him, Lance didn’t seem to want to be on his left side as he rolled back against Keith

“I was hoping we’d talk first, then maybe spend the day doing a little bit of this and that. I didn’t think you’d be waking up for it”

“Should I not have?”

“No. No, that was a great way to wake up. I just don’t have the energy to talk to now. I wanted to have a proper conversation with you”

“That doesn’t sound good”

“I wanted to know how you’re feeling about Krolia knowing and how you’re going in general, and what the plan is now that she does know. Don’t get me wrong, sex is great. You’re great at it, but you’re hands definitely did some wandering and I guess I’m wondering why?”

“Because I let you think I take you for granted. You’re my boyfriend not my mum, you shouldn’t be cleaning up after me”

“It’s fine. All I do is put the washing in the chute and it comes back magically done”

“But…”

“Keith, it’s fine. I have my own things that need washing… are you seriously getting hard again while we’re discussing your dirty laundry?”

Keith couldn’t be blamed. His dick did what it wanted

“Apparently. I guess you’re so hot it feels left out”

Lance huffed at him, Keith sliding his hand over his boyfriend’s bump only to have it smacked

“It can stay out. We’re talking”

“We can talk while…”

“Finish that sentence and no sex for a month. I want to get things organised”

“And I want to show my boyfriend I’m still very much attracted to him”

“I’ve noticed. Do you think I should call Mami?”

Keith would pay good GAC to know just what went on in Lance’s mind. Both disheveled, sticky, and semi naked, Lance was now bringing his mother into bed with them

“Can we talk about her when we’re dressed again?”

“Why? Are you fantasising over my mum?”

Ew. Nope. Miriam was… no

“Babe. No. Just… not Mami”

“Mami was a foxy woman in her day… a bit like Krolia”

“Now you’re bringing my mum into it?”

“I’m just saying your mum’s hot and you know it too. How long do I have to keep this plug in?”

“Until we’re ready for the next round. It’s kind of hot”

“And how are we supposed to work things out if you’re low key horny for me?”

Tickling his boyfriend’s sides, Lance started laughing. Keith moving to pin his boyfriend under him, kissing Lance like they hadn’t just been talking about their mothers

“Who says it’s low key?”

“I take it back. You’re not low key at all. And you kissed me. You’re not listening to a word I say, are you?”

“Nope. I want to see your bump”

Lance rolled his eyes. His shirt was hiked up as it was

“You can either have sex again now, and not again for the rest of the day. Or you can let me get up, take my pills and stuff, talk to me about our plans, then I might let you have your way again”

Keith knew he’d been defeated. Shimmying down Lance’s legs, he then pressed kisses to Lance’s bump until Lance giggled

“Okay. Okay. Stop. I get it. You’re sorry”

“I’m more than sorry. I love this and I love you. Today, we’re going to throw Coran’s schedule out the window and do something you want to do. Whatever it is, we’ll do it”

Lance blinked at him, Keith resting his chin on his boyfriend’s bump as he stared up at him

“You’re serious?”

“I am. I’m seriously sorry, and I seriously want to do something that you want to do. You’ve been trying hard and I threw it all back in your face like an arsehole”

Bringing his left hand up, Lance ruffled Keith’s hair

“I know you’re sorry. I’m sorry to, but you did hurt me. And if possible I’d like to talk about it so it doesn’t happen again. You’re asking me what I want, but I want to know what you want”

Keith’s mind went blank, he didn’t know what he wanted. Well… he did have one thing he wanted

“I want you to be happy”

“I am mostly”

“And about the twins? I know you’re so stressed right now that it’s scaring you, but I want you to be happy about them too”

Lance sighed softly at him, before letting his hand slide from Keith’s hair

“I’m… getting there”

“You seemed more excited before we talked to Coran. I… I want you to be excited again”

“Can’t I be cautiously optimistic?”

Keith broke eye contact, kissing Lance’s bump along his snail trail

“Not when I know you’re feeling guilty”

“I’m fine… mostly. I thought I had a good handle on it until I saw Coran’s list and I started feeling lacking. But that’s… that’s a me thing”

“That’s an us thing. Now, what do you to do? Other than talk and make love to your hot half-Galra boyfriend?”

Lance hummed, before reaching his hand around “blindly” for Keith, Keith taking his hand and placing it on his bump

“How much can I cash on this “anything I want to do” thing? You said Krolia put rules on us”

“She said we’re to spend the day together not doing anything work related. Why?”

“There’s… well, there’s a store I want to go to… I mean, it’s just an idea. We don’t have to… not if you think someone’s going say something”

He’d put fear in Lance over his own insecurities… No, Keith didn’t want to go shopping, not when they could spend the day together in bed… but, Lance was actually using his words to ask him for something, instead of going with the flow

“No. We can go. If you want to, then we’ll go together. I shouldn’t have made you feel you can’t go anywhere”

“You were lashing out because of your own anxieties. I get it. I’m not in any rush to wind up caught up in another scandal”

“I know you don’t…”

Keith felt the mood between them dropping, Lance seemed to feel the same way

“Hey. Don’t go getting serious on me now. Save it for later”

“I’m not not getting serious. But you said we should talk”

“And we can talk while we walk. I still… I still need to know how you feel about things. I feel like it’s a dream that Mumma K was so okay with this. I think if my kid sudden showed up pregnant, I’d be flipping out”

“She’s excited. She loves you, you know”

“I know. I feel like I should call Mami now Krolia knows… but I also… I also want to tell her face to face”

“You leave that to mum. She’ll get Mami to Altea and we’ll tell her together. I want today to be about you”

“And I want it to be about us. It’s no good if I’m the only one who’s happy. Now, I need to pee again, and I need to shower. You, mister need to stop frowning. A walk will do us both some good and it might help me organise my thoughts more”

“That’s what…”

Before Keith could finish his sentence, he was smacked by a pillow

“Nope. Good mood and good vibes only, please and thank you”

His boyfriend was such a quiznakking shit

“Oh, it’s so on, you’re going to be so happy that I’m going to feel like the best boyfriend in the Galaxy”

“You already are. Top ten out of the millions I’ve dated”

“Is that so?”

Lance shot him a devious smile, Keith “pouncing on him”. His boyfriend had brought it on himself for being so cute.

*

Lance cursed ever sliding that plug into place. Keith was a horn dog, stirring him up again as he’d scooped him out of bed and made off with him to the bathroom. Now, determined not to be “out stubborned”, he cursed the plug and thanked whoever was out there listening that no could see what was happening inside his borrowed Blade uniform.

Holding Keith’s arm, Lance would have preferred to wear his own clothes. Yet, with Keith’s anxieties being all over the place, he’d borrowed a suit so he could mask up. No one would target him if they didn’t think it was him to begin with. Trying to find the store they’d passed the other day, they got lost in the maze of the city. Lance happy enough to simply hold Keith’s hand as he cuddled into his boyfriend’s arm. He loved how loved he’d felt, yet hated that it’d taken a fight to wind up that way. That’s why he’d intended to make Keith spill everything he was thinking and feeling, then “reward” his boyfriend with a little them time.

“Babe, are you sure we’re not lost?”

“I’m sure we’re very lost, but this is nice too”

“I can use my comms…”

Lance tugged on Keith’s arm

“Or, we could use this time to see the sights. I know the store’s vaguely near the bar on the way back to the palace. We’ll wind up there eventually”

“What? At Grefor’s?”

If Lance had wanted to go there he would have simply said… it wasn’t that he felt he couldn’t say, it was more that was kind of Keith’s place so he’d prefer being invited by his boyfriend

“No… well, I hadn’t planned on going there. Okay, it was an Earth store so I was curious about what’s for sale. Before Krolia sent me into a panic attack, she said she wanted to find something for Mami. So I want to see what Diabazaal thinks is Earthly… and see if there’s anything suitable”

“I didn’t know there was”

Keith’s simple answer had Lance giggling

“Oh, babe. That’s so like you”

Keith hung his head as he huffed

“It’s not my fault…”

“I know. And I know we can use our comms to find it, but I’m enjoying this too. Diabazaal is pretty. At first there was waaaay too much purple, I mean, I don’t mean that’s bad. Earth and Altea just aren’t as purple. But it’s nice here. Everyone’s generally nodded or given us a small smile. A few turned away and huffed, but you’d never tell this planet was gone…”

“Are you thinking about Allura again?”

Lance tensed for a moment. He saw how Keith could think that. He did have a lot of thoughts

“No, dummy. Hey, did you know part of the city was built on a no longer active volcano? A bunch of it’s powered by the geothermal heat. I like it here. That’s all I meant. Everyone was so confused when they found out they’d been gone from space and time for so long, so it shows everyone’s strength of will to be moving on with life. Think of it like me nerding out”

“It’s been ages since I’ve seen you do that”

“You should have seen me when the librarian showed me how to translate stuff. I know you’re mostly human on the outside, but like, I don’t want the twins not to know this place”

Keith leaned over to kiss Lance on the side of his head

“You’re so casual about it. I’ve met so many still swayed by Zarkon that talking to me is an insult”

“They’re idiots. Talking to you is usually the highlight of my day”

“We both know that’s not true. I remember you gushing over your students. You get so proud”

“That’s totally not my fault… they’re cute”

“You’re cute”

Lance brought his hand up to his bump

“Maybe… I still don’t know what the quiznak we’re going to do about this. I’m like half way through and all I know is I’m tired of peeing”

“Do you… do you think they’ll look like us?”

“Are you scared I’m going to birth the next Zarkon?”

Keith groaned

“No. I wasn’t until you said that. Can we put it back if you do?”

“Rude. Our babies will be the cutest ever. That’s how it works. No thanks on trying to return them either”

“I’m joking, babe. I’m sure they’ll be cute like you”

“Or like you. God, I’m going to be screwed if they turn out looking all grizzled and rugged like you. Oh my god… our babies with mullets… running around with mullets…”

Keith laughed as Lance went into daydream mode. Two mini-Keith’s with his glare and mistaken love of mullets… it’d be utterly adorable

“As if you’d let them”

“They’d be just like their daddy. Three brooding babies to come home to every day…”

“They could look like you”

Lance’s hand slid across his bump. He didn’t want to lose them… and now he maybe had to admit as nice as Coran was to try to help, the pressure really hadn’t

“They’d still be half you. A mini-Krolia would too cute. She’d have so much attitude too…”

“Do you want to ask Coran for the sex when we go for your scan?”

Lance hadn’t really thought about it. The small day dreams he’d let himself have had quickly been pushed aside by his worries over the pregnancy

“Do you?”

“I’m okay either way. As long as you’re okay, that’s the main thing”

“And if I said I wanted to wait? I know sometimes you can see in later scans whether you want to know or not… I know I don’t want a gender reveal party. But… I don’t know. I don’t know if I’ll be more or less stressed knowing”

“We’ve got time to think about it”

Not that much time. It felt like time has flown since Keith had come back. He didn’t know where his days went or how he’d gotten so big so fast. He wasn’t sure he wanted to be giving birth unless his arse was safe

“Not that much time. We still need to decide so many things it’s depressing. Where we’ll live. What we’ll do for work. Where we want them to be educated… then there’s the cost of raising children. Will we be happy? Will they be okay, or need a little more help…”

Keith pulled him tightly against him, Lance letting out a squeak as the plug moved. He definitely shouldn’t have listened to Keith and let him goad his ego into keeping it in

“Babe?”

Lance was glad his mask was up and Keith couldn’t see the heat in his face

“I’m fine… wasn’t expecting that”

“Right… as long as you’re okay”

“I’m fine. We don’t need to go back to the palace”

“I didn’t say that”

“No, but you’re worrying again. Walking’s good for the babies”

“Then we’re staying lost a little longer”

“Yep. Completely and utterly lost together. That sounds kind of nice. It’s like a family outing”

“Only you would say that. Okay, we’ll stay lost as long as you like”

“Mmm, thanks. I’m serious, you know. I wish I’d come to Diabazaal more often… it’d be cool to see more”

“I’m going to hold you to that”

“I’d like to see you try”

Wandering around the city, Lance enjoyed himself. They found a cafe by accident and whatever was in the air turned into a craving almost instantly. The smell turning out to be a pretzel like pastry as big as his head. Keith only shook his head at him as he ordered three, one for now, one for later, and one to force on Keith. With his new favourite treat being deep fried in animal fat, it wouldn’t have made it onto Coran’s super healthy eating plan for him. Lance making a mess of himself at the unexpected syrup inside. Moaning at the first bite, the second, the third and the forth, Keith seemed more interested in watching him eat than eating his own. Not caring about the scene he was making, Lance wandered further away from Keith than he meant to, his boyfriend catching him up easily and hip bumping him as he teased

“Should I find you both a room?”

“Or the recipe. I think I’m in love. You seriously have to try it”

“I will… you seem happy”

“I am”

Yep. He truly was. More than happy, it now kind of felt like a date with food involved and though he couldn’t eat and hold Keith’s hand, Lance now knew what it was like to have an actual craving hit dead on…

*

Watching Lance demolish his snack, Keith was falling in love with his boyfriend all over again. He wasn’t a fan of aimlessly wandering, but with Lance so visibly happy, he felt good. His boyfriend reminding him of a squirrel with too much stuck in its greedy little mouth. Promising to try the pastry, Keith wasn’t rushing to keep that promise. He’d happily pass his over to his boyfriend if it meant Lance would keep smiling. Catching him staring again, Lance ducked his head. Syrup smeared up his cheek without a care in the world

“I thought you just said you’d try yours”

Reaching out, Keith wiped the syrup off Lance’s cheek. Then licked it off his gloved thumb. The flavour unexpectedly bitter than he thought it’d be, and not something that his boyfriend would have gone for given his sweet tooth

“And?”

Instead of being embarrassed, Lance was too excited

“I like the way you taste better”

His boyfriend blushed brilliantly. Spluttering as he did

“Keith…”

“I’m not sorry. Go ahead and eat”

“How am I supposed to when you’re watching me?”

“The same way you have been since we left the cafe. Let’s find that store, it’ll be dark soon”

“Lead the way”

Keith rolled his eyes, knowing he was being teased about his sense of direction. He’d rather no one else to be lost with either

“I bet I can find that store before you finish that pastry”

“And I bet I can finish this pastry sooner than you think. It’s so good. I reckon the twins like it too”

“Then we’ll have to come back here again”

Despite needing two hands to hold his pastry, Lance turned it so where he’d bitten it would act like a handle before holding his hand out. Keith taking Lance’s hand, only to have Lance pull his hand away

“Babe?”

“If you’re negotiating the streets, I’m holding the pastry”

“I can do both”

“Fine, but if you drop it, I’m going to cry. You can put it in the bag with my other one was what I was trying to say”

Keith snorted. It was more like Lance had plans for his pastry and didn’t want to admit it

“I can carry it. You focus on your food. You look pretty cute with your cheeks stuffed full”

“How dare you? I’m always cute, my boyfriend says so”

“You are. Let’s go, I don’t want you getting cold when the night rolls in”

“More like you don’t want to caught by Krolia”

Keith shrugged. Both were true. The Blade suit would protect Lance from the cold, yet he wasn’t risking his boyfriend’s health. They were supposed to tell Krolia if they left palace, and she’d find some reason to make them discuss all things baby. If she knew they’d left without telling her, she’d probably have sent someone to spy

“What can I say?”

“Nothing. Chop chop, I’ve got GAC to spend”

“Not if I’m the one paying”

Lance gave a small laugh

“All the better if it’s your GAC. Lead the way, oh samurai of mine”

“You’ve got it, sharpshooter”

#you and me made 3

[buckactuallys]

I totally forgot about him mentioning 5x14 now I am excited all over again!!! <3

Do you think he just likes the ep for the other characters or are they leaving something Buck related intentionally out of the synopsis?

well iirc he said he liked 5x13 and 5x14 because they’re “cool for the characters”

now i assume they get the full episode scripts so it COULD just be that he read it and liked what was happening for eddie and maddie (seems like it’ll be focusing on them a bit from the synopsis, which. hell yeah!) buuuut remember that still of buck in christopher’s room? that’s apparently from 5x14 too so i definitely think that he’s more involved than the synopsis makes it seem. and i can’t wait to find out how much so!!!! is he gonna be with chris while eddie’s at therapy? is he spending time with both diazes so we get a new buckley-diaz family scene? it kind of looks like a serious talk so i can’t wait to cry about it dkfjkd

#i’m just SO excited for the rest of this season we have soooo much good stuff coming up #personally can’t wait for may day either #all of them really!! #s5 speculation #911 spoilers #ask #anon

[jbreenr]

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale × Reader

Summary: You wanted to meet Ransom's family, he wanted to make sure you'd never want it again.

Word count: 3k.

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), public sex (prompt 11), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of dirty talk, the Thrombeys being the Thrombeys. And I think that's it.

A/N: So, after finding out one of my stories was stolen an translated in Wattpad, I did not know if I should post this just yet but, what the hell? Let's do it. Anyway, this is for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 's Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge so, happy belated birthday! Yaaay. 🥳 Hope you like this at least a little and that it's not as bad as my paranoid brain thinks it is. Also, I just love how the prompts fit perfectly together, don't you? As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

Wheel results (just attaching evidence):

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Draining, tedious, exasperating. Those were some of the adjectives Ransom associated with Thrombey family reunions. He'd arrive late, have some sort of conversation with his grandfather and leave early to do whatever that took him away from that big house.

Today though, he had a reason to stay for more than half an hour.

If it was up to him, you two would have stayed at home, happy, relaxed, and most importantly, naked in his bed, having a more pleasant time than the one you were most likely about to have. 

He tried to persuade you. Of course he did! But your insistence and puppy eyes made it impossible for him to say no to your request. 

So, here you were, getting out of his car, cake in sweaty hands and an excited smile on your lips, an expression so different from Ransom's, who seemed to be ready to get back behind the wheel and drive straight to Canada.

He didn't knock; he simply opened the door and held it for you to enter. If the three floor house was imposing from the outside, you felt impressed by the inside. Extravagant sculptures, apparently expensive paintings and other kinds of pieces of art were scattered everywhere, telling you just how wealthy and eccentric Ransom's family were. 

“That's Harlan Thrombey! ” You exclaimed as you stood in front of the portrait of your forever favorite author holding a knife and a book.

“So?” Ransom asked, unconcerned.

You turned to him open-mouthed, the cake almost slipping off your palms as you went to playfully slap him in the arm.

“How come you are related to Harlan Thrombey and you didn't tell me?” Your question was more of a shock than an accusation.

The carefree gesture he did with his shoulders only accentuated his next words. “I did not think you would be interested in knowing.”

“I wouldn’t be interested?” Incredulity, flowing out of your lips. “He’s the best thriller author of all time! He’s like today’s Edgar Allan Poe!”

To say that you didn't believe him was an understatement. He knew for a fact that you liked Harlan Thrombey's books, just taking a look at the bookshelf in your apartment was proof enough of that.

“We call him grandpa here.” Said a femenine voice. A brunette walked in your direction, her pretty features hardening as she looked at your boyfriend. “Don't we, Hugh?”

He seemed to be ready to say something but decided not to. Instead he inhaled and placed his hand on your back.

“This is Y/N, the only reason I’m not telling you what you need to hear right now.”

Her eyes rolled in irritation and then turned to you. “I’m Meg. Let's introduce you to the rest of the family, shall we?.” And she dragged you to the room where more people were gathered together, discussing something, not before sending a deadly glare at Ransom.

Given the distance between you and him, you didn't listen to the heavy sigh he let out before waking behind.

“Everyone!” Meg called, making everyone leave whatever they were doing to look at her –and you, in consequence. “Meet Y/N, Hugh's new friend.” She then proceeded to introduce every single member of the family, including the housekeeper and the nurse, except for the grandfather, who apparently had a moment of inspiration and left them momentarily to put his ideas on paper.

None of them left their seat to go and shake your hand except for Meg's energetic mom, who hugged you and expressed how much she loved your coat even though it was soooo last season.

Sitting on a couch next to Ransom, you half expected someone to ask you about how you two met or how long had you been dating or what was it that you did for a living. Nothing. As fast as their attention was on you, it fell from you to their previous discussion.

You now understood why Ransom jokingly suggested deep cleaning the house instead of attending that reunion.

What you weren't aware of, Ransom thought, was that all of them were behaving wonderfully compared to previous times.

You didn't know if you felt more disappointed or uncomfortable. Ransom had left your side to go to the studio for a second and you had barely had any interaction with his family. All of them, dipped in their own matters to even notice your presence. 

Fran, the housekeeper, was kind enough to take the cake to the kitchen and offer you a glass of water, but after giving it to you, she disappeared along with Meg and the nurse. 

“So,” All at once, the room went quiet as Ransom's uncle spoke. “Have you read any of dad's books, Y/N?” Only until you heard your name was that your head snapped up.

“Oh, uhm… yeah. I'm a big fan.” Taken by surprise, you simply answered.

“Really? Which one have you read?”

And to that question, you felt suddenly included in the conversation since you had knowledge of the topic.

“I'm like fifty pages from finishing 'The Needle Game' and intrigue is eating me alive.” As you heard the excitement in your voice, you tried to compose yourself and said “Though 'Nick Of Time' is my favorite.” You smiled at him, hoping that your answer was a good one.

The woman that was introduced to you as Ransom's mother nodded as she licked her lips. The light of the fireplace, reflecting on her glasses as she moved her head up and down.

“Have you read 'Ultimatum' or 'Drop In The Pocket', dear?” Her tone was curious, but the look on her face said differently.

You responded anyway. “They're not bad. I feel like the ending of 'Drop In The Pocket' was a little vague and out of line but it can always be interpreted as an open ending so…” The change in their expressions told you that you had to add something else to that answer. Maybe it was not time for literature humor yet. “But I enjoyed both.”

She hummed and took her drink, detaching from the talk that continued with courtesy questions until it morphed into a heated discussion between Ransom's father and uncle, who would repeatedly ask for your opinion to back up his own.

The discomfort you felt, dispelled to be replaced by the disturbance of being bombarded with dozens of questions at a time, each louder than the other until they changed to a completely different topic to which you were occasionally included as a neutral point of view.

“She knows what she's talking about!” Said Richard at some point when you confirmed one of his arguments. “Thank you, dear.”

Ransom came back from his obligatory argument with his grandfather to find you nowhere to be seen. 

“She's using the bathroom.” Informed Jacob, who did not take his eyes off of his cellphone. 

Thinking that you went there to hide, he started his way to your potential direction until an overheard observation from his mother stopped him halfway through. 

“… Did you hear how she talked about dad's work? Oh, I assure you she won't make it to next week with Ransom.”

Her and Richard's backs were to him, both of them unaware that their son was listening to their share of opinions.

“And did you see her hands?” Joni joined the criticism contest. “She could use some moisturizer, I tell you.”

As usual, they ignored her attempt to fit in and kept going.

“I know it's contradictory to say this,” Richard paused, as to make his point clear. “But he could do better.”

Despite their whispering, Ransom heard every single word and was glad that you were not there to see what was about to happen… 

Ransom's words stuck on his throat when he saw you making your way out of the bathroom, fixing the skirt of your dress, with such niceness and warmth directed to him as you smiled, oblivious to the fact that the people you were trying to get to like you weren't going to. 

His parents were right. He could do better. He could determine to not see them ever again and it would be the best thing to happen to him… Besides you, obviously.

“What's wrong?” Your concern was evident, just as his annoyance was undeniable.

Cold hands caressed his cheeks and Ransom thought of going back to Joni and tell her to fuck off. Your touch was soft, comforting, and gave him the greatest idea he'd ever had.

“I want to show you something.” Was his answer. It was better if you were the one who decided to never step on that house for the rest of your lives. It didn't matter if it was out of embarrassment.

Taking your hand in his, he guided you up the stairs to the first landing. The creaking sound of the old structure, probably alerting everyone in the other room that you were going to the next floor.

“Are you okay?” The sweet giggle that you let out when he abruptly stopped, almost making him feel bad about what he was seconds away from doing. 

“Better than ever.” And he stamped his lips to yours. 

Taken aback, it took you a second to respond. Hands on each side of his face as his own explored your body. When his fingers lifted your dress to caress your ass cheeks was when you ended the kiss. 

“What are you doing?” You asked in a breathless whisper. “Not that I'm complaining.”

You were cornered against the wall with Ransom towering in front of your smaller frame.

Trying to escape from whatever he had in mind was useless, you knew that much. Though, you were not sure if you really wanted to escape.

“What I've been wanting to do ever since you got a shower without me this morning.” His lips found your jaw and descended to your neck where he sucked to create a bruise. Your eyes closed to the sensation.

“Wait. No, wait.” His fingertip that had started rubbing your still clothed bud paused it's motions as his eyes focused back on your face. “We can't do it. Not here.”

Ransom's finger went back to work, bringing a soft moan that you tried to suppress. “Why not? No one's gonna come here.” His other hand moved up your thigh to lift it. “Even if they did, they wouldn't notice.”

With an expert swing of his wrist, he moved your panties aside, letting the cold air that wandered inside the house hit you before his skilled middle finger entered you while still managing to rub your clit in circles with his thumb.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, fuel activating every nerve in your body and shaking away fear from your brain, replacing it with lust and boldness.

“I'm blaming you if we get caught.” Your hips jolted forward wanting to feel more of his hand, the contradiction between your words and actions, making him smirk.

He added a second finger. Knuckles deep and his cold ring slowly warming against the inside of your thigh, he said, “I'll take responsibility, sweetheart.” Pumping his fingers in and out, he felt your slick running down the back of his hand to his wrist, wetting his overly expensive watch and the cuff of his cozy sweater .“But I can't assure you we won't get caught.”

His words, instead of working as a bucket of cold water as one would expect, increased your need to be touched by him, the yearning for him to take you right there and then. 

“Damn it, Ransom.” One of your hands flew to his shoulder to hold onto him for dear life. “I'm close.”

“You're not cumming unless I'm inside you, pretty thing.” At what point did he unfasten his belt and unzipped his trousers, you had no idea. The friction of his digits was gone in a second but the feeling of his already leaking tip rubbing against your most sensitive parts was enough to make you forget about those trifles.

Your lips opened, ready to tell him to keep his voice down when he suddenly thrusted home, stretching you out so deliciously that you had to cover your mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to inform everyone of your current activities.

Ransom's breathing hitched. Being inside you was a dream come true, feeling your walls enveloping his cock so fucking good… it was like you were made for each other, and he was going to prove it, even if his family didn't really get to know.

His hips started moving. Back and forth, back and forth. Delicately at first, letting you adjust to his size but the second he felt you throbbing around him, he increased the pace. Little by little his pounds gained power and energy.

Your whimpers –stuck in your throat, leaving only soft snuffles that crashed against Ransom's cheek, soon became more rapid, erratic and as his fingers dug in the flesh of your thigh to keep you still while he accommodated to go even deeper you heard a creaking noise.

Your boyfriend's blue eyes met yours, his movements never faltering despite the alert given by the dark wooden floor under your feet.

There was a conflict in your head, and Ransom could tell. The way you tightened and the pleading look on your face told different stories, yet Ransom knew they had the same ending.

Shaking your head, your eyes asked him not to do it, but you knew Ransom well enough to be sure that not even begging could stop him. 

“You love it, don't you?” His smile grew bigger as his change of position allowed him to hit your sweet spot on and on, ripping high pitched whines from you and obligating you to close your eyes. “The thought of getting caught. The image of someone seeing how good I make you feel.” The placement of his foot, making the landing creak repeatedly each time he pushed up accompanying every word. “Fuck, you're talking me so well. Such a dirty girl, uh.”

His big hand yanked the strap of your dress down, exposing your left boob. Your already hard nipple was soon attacked by Ransom's fingertips. He'd pinch and twist it slightly, just enough to make your back arch in search of his touch.

Pleasure was overflowing your senses, you could feel your heart thudding in your ears and your legs losing strength. Your hand left your mouth to grip at the back of Ransom's neck to keep you from falling.

The sight of your lower lip trapped between your teeth didn't please Ransom. In other circumstances, he would've let you stay that way, as quiet as possible so no one would walk on you. This time though, it was his intention to rip the most delicious sounds from your lips so you thought of the possibility of his family listening.

And so, he lent to kiss you, passion and desire transmitted through his breath. His tongue asked for a permission that was not really required, but as you let it in, Ransom took the opportunity to bite down your lip.

With your lips forcefully parted and Ransom's restless hand traveling back to your bundle, you had no other option than to moan with each quick circle his digits drew.

A series of laughs and undistinguished words were heard from a distance. Both Ransom and you turned to see what they were about, stopping in your tracks with him still buried deep inside your needy cunt.

“Guess dinner's ready.” Unbothered about the information he just gave, he hid his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his movements.

A shaky oh, fuck fell from your lips as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming. Your head flew back, hitting the wall with a soft thud. 

“Careful. We don't want to be obvious, do we?” You knew you were about to explode, and by the way your walls were clenching and your trembling body tried to separate from him, Ransom knew as well. “Let go, sweetheart.” A roar erupted from him as he felt you tightening around his length. “Cum for me.”

With a last, powerful thrust of his hips, you let out a silent scream. The coil snapped, making you see a kaleidoscope of colors behind your eyelids and listen to a loud ring in your ears. 

Ransom followed right after, cursing as he finished inside of you, coating you with every last drop and making sure everything would stay there.

He slid out, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he zipped his trousers and took a step back to let you fix your appearance.

You managed to accommodate your dress just in time for Ransom's family to walk out of the room they were in to see you. Your agitated breathing and blushed cheeks, getting everyone's attention. 

“Are you okay, dear?” Ransom's dad asked.

“She's fine.” Your boyfriend answered for you. “She's feeling a little sick. I better take her home.” He took you by the hand and helped you down the stairs to the door, which you thanked. Had he not done it, you would have tripped taking the first step.

“But she hasn't met grandpa yet.” Meg noted, furrowing her brows.

“It'll be next time.” And with that, Ransom took you out of the house and in the passenger seat of his car without giving anyone the chance to say goodbye.

When you were at a considerable distance, you sighed, letting out the air you didn't know you were holding.

“Just so you know, there won't be a next time.” You informed him, against your want to meet his grandfather.

“Why not?” He asked with a chuckle, already knowing the answer. 

“Cause embarrassment won't let me come back in the near future.”

Behind an eye roll and a tap on your thigh, Ransom hid the triumphant grimace his perfectly carried out plan gave him.

#shamelesshoesforchris2021 #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drydale x you #ransom drysdale smut #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale fanfiction #ransom smut #ransom thrombey imagine #ransom thrombey x reader #ransom x reader #ransom drysdale x y/n #ransom drysdale x female reader #ransom x y/n #ransom x you #chris evans characters #chris evans smut #smut #smut fic #tw public sex #knives out #ransom thrombrey #ransom thrombey fanfic #ransom thrombey drysdale #ransom thrombey x you #ransom thrombey smut #chris evans imagine #breen writes

[batsandbugs]

Omgg hi! I just wanted to hop back onto tumblr and say how much I loved the IKEA Daminette story!! I literally fell in love of how you wrote Marinette in that. I was just wondering. I know you are in the middle of working on other fics. And no pressure, I was just curious…will you add more to the IKEA Verse??

Sorry, I don’t want to sound demanding or pressuring. But I was just curious because I am kinda excited to see how it progress if you decide to add more to it. ❤️

No! This is a great question and I should probably answer and let everyone here know what is going on.

So, the short answer is YES I will be adding more to the IKEA Game Universe. I fully intend to expand into Marinette and Damian's relationship and Marinette's relationship with the rest of the batfam.

However, I was so ready to be done with IKEA Game that I just wanted to shelve it for a while. I have a TON of other daminette stories that I am working on. Right now. When they will be out... well, that's another question altogether.

My current list of Projects includes (but isn't limited to):

- Help (I need somebody) Help: currently stuck in limbo, because I have no clue where I'm going with it and there are some heavy themes involved with the story and I want to do them right and I don't have the mental energy at the moment to pull it off.

-Bats, Bug, and Boomerangs: Currently not interested in writing. In desperate need of inspo.

-Daminette December: I'll return to those prompts eventually, but maybe I'll just combine them with whatever we come up for this year and just make a small and unfinished collection I can go back to.

(NEW STUFF)

-Summer prompt list story: Okay, currently working on this which is going to be an exploration of Damian and Marinette falling in love over the course of 30 summer prompts, I'm currently 12,000 words in and only finished with prompt 3. So... we have a long way to go. I'd like to be about a 1/3 of the way down before I start posting, but we'll see how long it takes me to get there.

-Four seasons field trip fics: Four unconnected field trips, in all four seasons, where Damian and Marinette meet and shenanigans ensue. The current lineup is: Winter - Switzerland, Spring - Paris, Summer - Greece, and Fall - Gotham. YES, I PLAN TO DO A GOTHAM FEILDTRIP FIC! At some point.

-Amnesiac!Damian and Forest Hermit/Miraculous Gaurdian!Marinette: Yeah, this one I love and can't wait to write it eventually. It's pretty self-explanatory: a girl finds a mysterious injured boy with no memories, nurses him back to health with magic, the boy learns about the strange and secretive girl. Eventually, they leave the safety of the forest to explore the outside world, boy's past gets revealed, and all hell breaks loose from there. You know, your classic love story.

Like a solid dozen historical AU's of varying complexity, including but not limited to:

Paris during the nazi occupation

Mermaids and Golden Age pirates

I’m a painter decorating a church and I kinda gave one of the angels your face, now you are sitting at that church and you’ve just seen it, just kill me now.

French Revolution AU - soooo many ideas

American Revolution - just as many ideas

Founding Gotham AU (There's bound to be some weird miraculous mumbo jumbo that explains why Gotham is creepy AF. I'm fully on board with doing a reincarnation explanation and a parallel modern-day and founding story)

Reverse Aladdin AU (okay I know not exactly history, but.. sort of?)

Titanic story

1920's Gangster

1920's Bonnie and Clyde

1920's murder mystery (invited, in a mansion, in Wayne Manor, in Paris)

1920's superheroes (Can anybody tell I love the 1920's)

Those are only a handful...

I would love some feedback on what, in particular, you guys would want to see first. I don't have a lot of this written down, and right now I have ideas floating in my head and I need a good way to get them down and in what order I should. Any ideas on where to go next would be so appreciated.

ANWAY...

In non-daminette news I have a Marvel story I need to work on (and the first part needs re-editing) I have two jobs, and I'm going into my last semester at school. So I have quite a bit on my plate, and it seems like not a whole lot of time to do it.

I should have some new daminette content out by the end of the month. I don't think it will be IKEA Game, but I hope y'all will enjoy it all the same. Hopefully, I can get my head back into writing for that universe and you'll be able to enjoy more shenanigans from the whole batcrew.

OH! I also have a ko-fi now! If you like my stuff and want to show a little appreciation a stop by and a donation is always appreciated. You can visit that here!

Love you all!

#damian wayne x marinette dupain cheng #daminette #the great ikea game #ikea game uppdate #more content coming eventually #I am working on other stuff though #daminette stories

[konowhore]

aoba johsai headcanons | watching a volleyball game with them

warning(s): spoilers from season 2-3, not proofreaded 

a/n: these are,,, very long HAHA and i’m so sorry that these are like,,,,,, all ending with reader and bf sleeping LMAO...

prompt: you watch a volleyball game with your boyfriend. you didn’t realize that it was a game between the two teams his team lost to.

oikawa

PLEASE HE WAS SO BITTER IN SEASON 3 IT WAS SO FUNNY????

but anyways

he had dragged you to watch the shiratorizawa v. karasuno game bc ‘you’re my gf i need emotional support<3′

you didn’t really know much about volleyball, maybe the basics like positions, but you were still excited to watch

his ass would choose the seat farthest away from the court simply bc he didn’t want to be seen and he would make the snarkiest remarks while watching about how they played and you would just be like: .. yea..... 

he’d realize that you’re a little confused abt what’s going on and then go:

“need me to explain anything princess?”

you lean into him and nod a bit, turning your head to smile up at him

his glasses reflect some light but he shifts them so he can look you in the eyes

cue you blushing bc the looks he gives you ?? <333 it makes ur heart cartwheel

anyways he rubs circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, explaining to you about the big play that just happened

you would just stare at him and take glances at the game because he was just so admirable

he knew so much, he played really well

you knew he worked so hard to try and get nationals, yet his team ended up not making it

out of the blue while you both sit and watch, you stretch up to kiss his cheek

oikawa, who usually isn’t too flustered, has pink-dusted cheeks when he looks at you

“yes princess...?”

“nothing, i just adore you.”

the growing smile on his face makes you giggle and rest your head on his shoulder

the game continues, oikawa continuing to make remarks about each team, observing the game

you get a little bored, hugging his arm and watch the ball go back and forth 

oikawa pays really close attention tho bc he offers to take you home awwwwww

“if you’re tired we can go-”

“no it’s okay!! i like hearing your commentary uwu”

stop he’s so in love with you

like he would stare at you after that and just be all <3

and so you two stay for the whole game (you fell asleep some point,,,,,, woke up once to buy water LMAO)

watching volleyball with oikawa makes you realize how much he has a passion for it and you just admire him. so. much. 

and oikawa would be so grateful that you’re so supportive and he’d tell you a thousand times after the game that he’ll do anything for you bc you tagged along and everything pls <3

matsukawa

you two hang out at your place and land upon the shiratorizawa vs karasuno game

you: aren’t those the teams you guys lost to

issei: yeah and what about it. 

he’d jokingly pout and hide his face in your neck

“you’re mean </3″ he’d whine

you laugh and run your fingers through his hair 

he grins, his hands going to rub your back as you two watch the game on the screen

you recognize some of the players from aoba johsai’s previous games, humming while watching them play

issei is only half paying attention

“well he’s cute,” you note, watching the camera pan through the karasuno members, only for it to stop on the captain

issei would roll his eyes and smack your ass a little LMAO 

“he’s short,” he’d retort, chuckling soon after when you look at him and roll your eyes back at him

“okay and”

BYE HE’D JOKINGLY GET MAD AND GO “go date your new boyfriend then<3″

it’s all fun and games between you two tho and it’s soooo cute !!

he can be a little shit but 

anyways you’re cheering for karasuno, occasionally going ‘look at their captain omg <3′ 

issei would sit up with you still straddling him and he’d just press kisses against your neck, making you giggle and try to push him away

“stopppppppp”

“not until you take your eyes off of him~”

you run your fingers through issei’s hair once more, smiling and leaning down to kiss him 

“don’t worry issei, i’m all yours”

he’d lay back again, letting you lay on top of his chest

the game keeps going, you and mattsun sitting in comfortable silence while watching

your eyes are heavy and you don’t pay any attention to it

but then you wake up hours later, still on top of your bf’s rising chest

(pls i love him god i want to hug him and cuddle with him he’s so fucking cute <3333)

hanamaki

tbh semi was one of your old friends from middle school so he asked you to come to his game,,,

your boyfriend wanted to hang out with you so you asked if he wanted to go

HONESTLY he’d be like ‘since when did you talk to people from shiratorizawa’ but he’d be fine with it

maybe he’s a little bitter but lmao

you two go to look for your friend, and when you see him, you call his name and hug him

“eita!!”

makki:  🧍

semi: hi uwu

you would introduce them to each other all smiley 

there’s tension and for what

semi: okay well i have to go warm up

you: bye eita ^^

makki:,,,

PLEASE????????

you two would sit close to the school section and holy shit is hiro glad that he didn’t wear his team jacket LMAO he would’ve gotten flamed

anyways not you cheering for eita even tho you have no idea what the fuck is going on lmao

hiro is amused and he just thinks you’re so cute tbh 

he’s staring at you watching you yell out semi’s name even tho he wasn’t in the starting lineup help.

he’s such a dumbass tho pls 

HE WOULD PURPOSELY BOO ONCE WHEN SHIRATORIZAWA SCORES THEIR FIRST POINT DAKJNDKJBJKD

not these girls staring at y’all um......

you’d scold him and he’s just :P

anyways you take a break from cheering and you sit, leaning on your boyfriend’s shoulder

“hiro are you doing okay?” you mumble, playing with his hand

“mhm, are you?”

you nod at his question and watch the game continue

“you sure you’re okay?? you seemed kinda tense, maybevenalittlejealous, when i introduced you to eita”

“i’m fine baby don’t worry”

him: me???????????? jealous>?????????????????? no.

YOU WOULD TEASE HIM SOOOO MUCH AND HE KEEPS DENYING IT EVEN THO HE VERY SECRETLY IS

after the game, you drag your boyfriend along with you to tell eita he did a good job

he’d give you a really big and long hug in which hanamaki is just standing there 

you gush about how great eita was, earning a big smile from him

when you leave the gymnasium hand in hand with hanamaki, you cling onto his arm, your smile never leaving your face

“soooo did you like the game?” you ask, looking up at your unusually quiet boyfriend

“mhm”

“did you like meeting eita uwu”

“yeah-”

“were you jealous??”

“no comment.”

cue you teasing him while his cheeks become the same color as his pink hair 

he’d just remove his arm from your grasp and then wrap it around your waist to pull you closer to him

(SORRY I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY .......)

iwaizumi

i know we all know this but iwaizumi hajime best bf idc !!!

he honestly wanted to go see the game bc he just wanted to see how the teams would play against each other

he had asked you if you wanted to tag along so you agreed

in all honestly, he didn’t think you would want to because you don’t usually seem interested in it whenever he talks about it, but in truth, you listen to every word he says abt it pls TT

he loves u so so much and u love that he’s passionate about volleyball HE JUST,, DOESNT REALIZE THAT YOU LISTEN

like he thinks it’ll bother you if he talks about it too much <//3

he’s the one who is genuinely surprised when you point out a strategy karasuno had used

“y/n i didn’t realize you liked volleyball??”

“you talk about it all the time silly”

and you give him a kiss on the nose and he just :0

“hajime cmonnnn you took me to the game you should tell me more about it uwu”

STOP. he literally,,, loves u so much

he holds your hand, his little smile never leaving his face

you lean your head on his shoulder, watching the game on the court

when the tall blond blocks ushijima’s block, you flinch a bit and stand up to look closer, seeing the tall blond yell and his teammates following suit

you cheer along with them, your boyfriend finally standing up to stand next to you

his eyes are on you only, your hair bouncing with you as you jump in excitement, your eyes shimmering with excitement

his smile just grows as you grin , turning to him in excitement

“did you see that hajime?? :D”

STOPP HES SO IN LOVE HE JUST STARES AT YOU .

and u just :D

“hajime..???”

YOU HAVE TO SNAP YOUR FINGERS IN FRONT OF HIS FACE AND HE JUST SNAPS OUT OF IT AND LOOKS AT YOU

“you’re very beautiful princess, did you know that?”

that alone makes you go pink and you playfully push him by his arm

“baby stopppp”

and you’re both just laughing and watching the game together, spending the whole day with your hands intertwined 

(he.. hajime best boy)

yahaba

you had started watching the game a bit after the first set started and your boyfriend was busy taking a shower

you knew a lot in all honesty, since shigeru happened to be on one of the powerhouse schools in terms of volleyball throughout miyagi

if he was gonna be honest he wasn’t expecting you to sit down and actually watch a game of volleyball intently

so walking into his room seeing you focusing on the karasuno v. shiratorizawa match surprised him a bit

“you watching the game?” he’d ask

“mhm!! it’s really interesting uwu”

he finds it absolutely adorable but then he tries to flirt and flex his muscles like “babe look i just got out of the shower” AND YOU JUSt,, KEEP LOOKING AT THE TV

yahaba: baby *bites lip*

you: babe get dressed and come watch with me

goodbye he just throws a shirt and some shorts on and basically jumps on top of you in which you yelp and go “shiGERU” and his mom is ON HIS ASS !!!!!!!! she literally comes in and she’s like “shigeru stop jumping onto your gf” and you rlly stick your tongue out at him

him: you’re acting like a child

you: you STARTED IT.

and you guys bicker a little and you just go “well you made me miss half the game” and HE GETS SO MAD HELPPPP

“BOOOOO”

him: clinging onto you, asking you to cuddle him

you: watching the game

eventually you give in and hug him, kissing him which makes him go quiet

“are you happy now you baby?” you ask him

“.......maybe.....”

and he just gives you a quick kiss, smiling and also giving you a slight eskimo kiss

the game becomes an afterthought as he brings up the beach volleyball game the third years organized for tomorrow all day, asking if you could help his team out 

(he insists that since you’re the ref, you should help his team consisting of kyoutani, kunimi, hanamaki, and another first and second year win bc kyoutani will just keep spiking outside the lines but you tell him it’s cheating LMAO...)

watari

(btw he’s so underrated i mean he’s not one of my faves but he deserves the world like y’all sleep on him and for what)

he’s super observant and he had been watching recorded games for a while to learn and make sure he plays his best next year pls </3 

he had invited you over to his place to hang out and you really wanted him to take a break from watching all of those recorded games

you emphasized this when you told him you would come over lmao

but alas.........

when he opened the door and you looked at the tv to see what he had put on, you saw the shiratorizawa v. karasuno game

watari: I CAN EXPLAIN.

you: .... sir.. 

PLEASE he’s taking your hand and pulling you to the couch while saying he’ll relax and just watch for fun

you sigh and follow him, letting him pull you down to sit next to him on his couch

you throw your legs over his lap, smiling while looking at him

he would give you quick, soft kisses all over your face and you both just fall into a fit of giggles

stop u literally love watching him gaze at the tv so passionately and observe how they play </3

YOU GIGGLE AT HIM AND HE’S LIKE “what are you laughing about?”

AND YOURE JUST LIKE “you’re so cute uwu”

so y’all are really just out here giggling at each other huh....... 

he??? pulls you into his lap and hugs you tightly

he’s literally so in love with you pls

so you guys just sit there and watch the game while you occasionally ask him questions

he’d be happy to tell you and he’s holding onto you the whole. entire. time.

honestly the game kinda slips away from you because you’re suddenly asleep on his chest, his arms around your waist, a hand gently rubbing your back

and he’s so grateful that he has a girlfriend who cares about him and worries about him :((

he’d turn off the game and then take a little nap with u <3 

kindaichi

tbh you spent so much time with him after the game his team lost bc he kept beating himself up for it which is >:(((((

him: i could’ve-

you: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH DO NOT BRING YOURSELF DOWN COME HERE LET ME KISS YOU

as you should !!

and when he tells you he’s gonna be watching the shiratorizawa vs karasuno match after school at his place, you tell him you’re watching with him too

“i don’t want it to bore you y/n-”

“it won’t bore me yutaro dw uwu”

no bc the way you’re both in love !!!!!

you would do anything for him tbh but you genuinely thought his passion for volleyball was cute :D

he was always striving to do his best and you think he’s absolutely precious

he’d turn on the game and then immediately come over to sit with you 

you lean onto him, clinging onto his arm and smiling

“y/n are you sure you wanna watch with me??”

“mhm!!”

he gives u a very soft kiss on the head and you can’t stop smiling bc you know he gets kinda shy abt showing affection

but he feels very warm and you start feeling very sleepy 

YOU TRY YOUR BEST TO KEEP YOURSELF AWAKE

you think him making comments abt the game or what he finds interesting is really cute but youre just,, tired ya know

he notices and he’s like “you should sleep-”

“noooo yutaro i’ll watch with youuuu”

“y/n cmonn”

you pout and lean turn to lean your forehead against his arm

“i don’t wanna </3″

“it’s okayyy you can sleep if youre tired”

you look at him and he smiles, leaning forward to kiss your forehead

you can’t help but melt and you’re just,, staring at him dreamily

he’s like “..baby..?”

and you just lean forward and kiss him

“you’re the best bf ever <3″

and he chuckles and goes “and you’re the best and cutest gf ever”

he has you lay down on his bed, your hair sprawled about his pillows

he lays with you, the two of you facing the tv and your back to him

he puts an arm around you, smiling

you slowly fall asleep, smiley and snuggling back towards yutaro

he kisses your head again, telling you that he loves you and hopes you sleep well 

he’s so<333

kunimi

he acts like he doesn’t give a rat’s ass about the game but you guys are chilling at his place and you flip to the channel that has the game on 

at first he’s like “you’re interested ?? in this ????”

you: babe,, of course i am,,  my bf is a volleyball player,,,,,?

PLS? he’d be like ‘oh ok’ and rest his chin on top of your head

it’s so chill between the two of you guys he’s literally just playing with your hair, humming a bit

you ask him smth but he asks you to repeat what you asked because he spaced out 

and when you ask again he just stares at you and is like ‘yes’

YOU JUST LAUGH AT HIM AND HE THINKS YOURE SO PRETTY so he just continues to listen to you ramble abt the game

eventually, he finds himself dozing off and you take notice as his chin starts feeling heavy on your head

“baby c’mon let’s take a nap-”

and he’d shake his head and go “we can finish the game-”

but you can tell he’s tired, especially from practice earlier today

so you turn off the game and turn so that you’re straddling his lap and hugging him tight

he wraps his arms around you and hums, kissing you

you smile and lean back to look at him, his eyes droopy from exhaustion

“sleep bby”

“mm only if you do too”

“i will dw <3″

and you just cling onto him, arms around his neck

he hums,  nuzzling your neck and you giggle

eventually, you two start breathing slowly, falling asleep

(tbh you didn’t rlly even care who won you just watched the game bc it was on LMAO)

kyoutani

you guys were hanging out in your room, his head in your lap while you sat up against your pillows

you were both occupied by your phones atm

he put his phone down, looking up at you curiously

you smiled as he reached to intertwine his fingers with yours

he had been at the gym more often, playing volleyball and practicing 

especially after their loss against karasuno :( 

today was one of the days that he decided he would spend his time being with you 

he doesn’t voice it often, but he appreciates how much you support him and care for him

(you picked him up from the gym the other day with some of his favorite deep fried chicken bits with the cute chicken packaging and he didn’t know how else to show you how much he loves and appreciates you other than by cuddling with you all night pls i’m </3)

anyways he’s just staring at you, admiring you, thinking about how much he loves you while you’re watching some tiktok your friend had sent you 

you had asked if he wanted to watch the game with you on your phone but he had been occupied thinking about you 

“what’d you say-?”

“i asked if you wanted to watch the game with me..? if you don’t want to it’s fine-”

“oh sure”

and he’d adjust himself so that he’s sitting with you, shoulder-to-shoulder, leaning his head so that it lays on top of yours

you’d just be all smiley, leaning into him more while playing the live stream of the game

he seemed focused, watching the game intently

you tried to focus on the game, but the only thing you could think about was the way kyoutani was holding your hand, rubbing the top of it with his thumb

eventually, as the game continues, he huffs a little, making you look up and smile at him

“you okay? we can stop watching if you want-”

“it’s fine-”

and then he adjusts himself, scooting away from you to lay his head in your lap

he reaches for your hand and puts it on his head, looking up at you

you oblige, gently rubbing his head and smiling

his eyes are closed, a slight hum coming from him

after a while, you realize kyoutani had fallen asleep, so you turn the game on your phone off

during this, kyoutani grumbles, reaching for your hand

you can’t help but giggle a little, rubbing his head while humming a little

“get some rest baby~” you croon quietly, staring at him lovingly

he opens his eyes a little, giving you a small smile

“you too okay..?”

“mhm-!”

when he closes his eyes, you smile, mumbling a little ‘i love you’ to your boyfriend

#idk what it is abt me and sleeping............................. SORRY ABT THAT OHMYGOD.. #i feel so bad these couldve been so much better but.... #i'm gonna try working on timestamp things maybe?? not sure or just random au thoughts #anime #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #aoba johsai #seijoh #oikawa #iwaizumi #matsukawa #hanamaki #makki #mattsun #kyoutani #maddog #kindaichi #kunimi #watari #yahaba #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #mattsun x reader #makki x reader #oikawa toru #iwaizumi hajime #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #kindaichi yutaro

[joshsandersons]

three am - kirby dach

requested: yes/no

a/n: yes hello i finally sat down and wrote something, also as i was writing i realized i ended up changing the request a bit, so i apologize for that. this is my first fic too soooo, i do be really nervous to post this tho LOL, it’s not too long, but it’s still a lil something. a HUGE shoutout to @perpetually-anxious​ for proofreading and helping me edit this too, thank you so much. anyways, enjoy :)

word count: 1.2k

pairing: kirby dach x reader 

warnings: takes place in & talks about the pandemic

tagging: @brokeninsidebutnobodyknows @nolpatts @jdrysdales

When Kirby injured his wrist at the world juniors, he was devastated, and so were you. He was so excited to have been named captain, and yet it all came crashing down before the tournament had even started. Learning he would most likely be out for the season was just as terrible, at least for him. And yes, you knew it was probably selfish, but you liked knowing he was at home and safe from the infectious disease currently running rampant around the world. With cases of covid skyrocketing, you didn’t want anything else to happen to him. So, you being the protective person you are, basically locked him in the house with you. Neither of you left the house unless it was to get groceries, or go for a drive because you couldn’t stand being in the house anymore.

And honestly, everything was going pretty great. Although it was extremely stressful, you were thankfully still able to keep up with your schoolwork. The stress of exams was even worse now, but you were able to get through it and now taking extra advantage of the three week break you have before the start of your second term.

As much as you loved having Kirby home, there were times where it could get a bit annoying; and this was one of them. You were laying in bed, catching up on sleep... or at least trying to. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you fell asleep and managed to stay that way for a couple of hours. That is, until all of a sudden, you felt someone poking you.

“Hey, (Y/N). Wake up.” You hear as you begin to gain consciousness, opening your eyes you look at the clock on your bedside table and see the time reads 2:47 in the morning. With a sigh, you close your eyes agin. “Kirby, it’s almost 3 in the morning, go to bed.”

“But I can’t sleep, and I’m bored.” He whines while continuing to poke you, “Please babe, I promise to let you sleep in as long as you want in the morning, if you wake up now.”

With another sigh, you finally open your eyes and turn around to face him, “Okay fine. I’m awake now.” Smiling down at you, he kisses your forehead and then proceeds to get up. “Perfect, now let’s go on a little adventure!”

“Babe, it’s 3 in the morning and I literally just woke up less than 5 minutes ago, do you really expect me to jump out of bed to go with you?” You ask, while looking at him in disbelief, “I would also like to point out we’re in the middle of a pandemic and you have a broken wrist, so what exactly are we going to do?”

“We’re just gonna go on a walk to the corner store to pick up some stuff, and then we’ll come back here. It’s nothing too big.” He replies while walking out of the bedroom, “I’ll be waiting for you in the living room!”

With a long groan, you force yourself out of bed to get changed into something more suitable for the store. After you’ve finally changed, you grab your mask and keys off the bedside table and walk out to the living room to join your boyfriend. “Alright, I’m ready to venture off into the freezing cold with you, to go pick up who knows what at the store.”

Laughing, he gets up from the couch to grab your coat and gives it to you, “Thank you baby, I appreciate it.” You both put on your coats and then make your way out into the cold Chicago air and begin your walk to the store. 

After a short freezing cold walk, which you’re surprised you didn’t get frostbite on, you arrive at the store and right away Kirby is rushing around picking up various different items. Mostly picking up chocolate and candy, but also pancake mix. Meanwhile, you’re just following him around in confusion, wondering why he needed to do this now, at some ungodly hour of the morning, when the both of you could be lying comfortably in bed and at the very least, trying to sleep. After what seems like forever, but in reality is just five minutes, he’s done with his little shopping spree and after he’s paid for everything, you guys finally head back home. 

Walking back into your apartment, you both take your coats and masks off and then take turns washing your hands. Once you put your things away, you turn around and see your boyfriend getting various items down from the cabinets. Smiling to yourself, you finally realized why you ended up going to the store so late.

“Why do I have a feeling you had a sudden craving for pancakes, and that’s why we ended up going on our little adventure so late?” You ask as you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your forehead on his back. 

He turns around and wraps his arms around you as he answers, “Yeah, you’re right... You gonna help me make them?” Looking up at him, you give him your biggest smile, “Well, considering the fact that you only have one good hand, of course I am.”

You guys get to work making them. With the lights being kept off, the only light illuminating the room were the streetlights outside and the faint glow from the fridge that was being kept open. Thankfully managing not to make too much of a mess, the pancakes were made and you guys decided to sit on the floor as you ate them.

All of a sudden, Kirby gets up, picking up all the plates to put them in the sink, and then turning around, he extends his hand to help you up and pulls you into his arms. He looks down at you and smiles, “I love you, so much.” He whispers into your ear. Looking up and smiling back up at him, “I love you too.”

In the minimal lighting around you, you both sway back and forth, your head resting on his chest. It’s quiet between you guys for a moment, until your boyfriend decided to speak up again, “I just want to say thank you, for everything. I know it’s hard doing online school and being stuck in the house, and I know I haven’t exactly been the most calm person to be with right now, but you still have done everything you can to help me out and I appreciate it, so much.”

Smiling to yourself, you look back up at him, “Of course, I’m not just gonna leave you hanging. And I don’t care how much you may annoy me sometimes, I’d rather you be safe and at home with me, especially since I can make sure you won’t do anything that could injure you more.” He smiles back and kisses you softly, and then suddenly he’s twirling you around and you guys are bursting out in joyful laughter.

You two dance around the kitchen, the fridge still open and illuminating your little dance floor, giving each other soft kisses and whispers of affection, you decide that you can catch up on your sleep later, and decide to dance around until the sun starts to rise.

And as you’re laughing and dancing, you realize nothing else matters, except for the man in front of you.

#kirby dach #kirby dach imagine #kirby dach x reader #nhl imagine #hockey imagine

[oh-my-may]

Bokuto, Nishinoya, Oikawa and Terushima reacting to their s/o wearing their jersey

requested: hihi may i request headcannons of Bokuto, Noya, Oikawa and Terushima (seperate) where their s/o is wearing their volley jersey/jacket and their reaction of it please？ thank you! ♡

I am back from the dead lmao, can you believe? I know it’s hard to, but in a brilliant moment this week I suddenly had the urge to write something haikyuu related again soooo... this happened. Hope I didn’t forget how to write this stuff, it’s been a few weeks. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Also I don’t think I’ll be back with posting regularly again, because there’s still a shit ton of other things coming my way this month, but maybe afterwards it’ll be better again? Can’t promise you, but I really hope so, because I also can not WAIT for the second part of season 4!!

Bokuto Kotarou:

You really wanted to be on time today. Really really badly. You knew how important it was for your boyfriend, for his team. It was one of the most important matches of their career. They had spent the last months solely training and practicing for this day. And now here you were, missing almost all of it. Just because of the stupid rain, stupid traffic, stupid crowds.

You were soaking wet by the time you arrived at the big gym, droplets of water dripping all over the floor as you ran through the halls, following the echoing sounds of shouts and a ball bouncing off the floor.

You coughed wildly as you opened the squeaking door to the game hall, water still running down your wet hair, creating tiny puddles all over the floor, but you didn’t notice the critical looks from other people standinmg on the sidelines. As soon as you were blinded by the bright stadium lights, your eyes flew across the hall, trying to find the one individual you were here for. You expected Bokuto to stand somewhere on the field, maybe near the net, eager to punch a ball and spike it across it to score. But you were surprised to find him sitting on the bench, head drooping, his hair all over the place. You couldn’t even see his face, but his posture told you everything you needed to know about his current situation. Even though the team was winning, Bokuto didn’t feel like it at all.

Immediately you gulped and took off your jacket, trying to find a way through the crowd of people standing around. You raised your hand and called his name a couple of times, but it was Akaashi who noticed you first. His eyebrows perked up in surprise and heasked his coach to ask for a time out in the game. You quickly ran over to him, but he didn’t give you no time to speak. “I’m so glad you’re finally here. We already made up scenarios for what might happen if you don’t show up, but this is really good. And you even-” He step away and looks down at your body, where one of Bokuto’s jerseys was hanging off your shoulders. Usually you never wore his training clothes, at least not when he was around, but today felt special, as it was an important match. “Perfect.” Akaashi mumbles to himself before stepping away even further and shouting: “Bokuto.san! Look!”

The white-black head shoots up in an instant at the loud mention of his name and he looks around confused for a moment before his eyes find yours and you see a spark going off in his eyes, even from the distance between you. He jumps up in no time once he sees what you’re wearing and suddenly he’s bouncing around the coach, begging him to end the break because “My baby is here!! Coach do you see them?? I need to show them my best!! The yeven wear my jersey, coach!”

As soon as he gets on field he makes a point and then points at you. You laugh as his energy restores itself immediately after seeing you and let me tell you, when the match is over no one can hold him back from tackling you down and embracing you with the biggest, tightest and cuddliest hug you’ve ever gotten. Yes, your presence at games motivates him. But Akaashi suggests than from now on you should also wear the jersey, because there was something else in his game after he saw you wearing it.

In the end, you’ll find yourself wearing the jersey basically all the time you see Bokuto, because he asks you to and it gives him the biggest, happiest smile you’ve ever seen on him :))

Nishinoya Yuu:

You yawned once again as you checked the time on your phone, rolling your eyes after seeing how early exactly it was. Definitely not your time of the day. Especially not on a saturday.

You couldn’t stop a pout from forming on your lips when you got off the train and looked around, having to assert that it was raining a bit. So you sighed in defeat and searching around in the bag you were supposed to bring your boyfriend to practice, because he forgot it. You found his training jacket and declared it good enough to shield you from the rain until you arrived at the gym. Plus, it smelled like him, so you counted that at least one good thing this morning. It was also warmer than you expected.

Still, ittook you longer than usual to arrive at the boy-filled gym. You admired their motivation and enthusiasm this early in the morning, as you were able to hear their energized calls across the entire school campus. You sighed with a smile as you recognized what could only be the eager voice of Nishinoya, doing his all too familiar rolling thunder chant.

Just about some minutes later you arrived in the alley in front of the gym and found coach ukai leaning in the door frame, a cigarette hanging from his mouth and his eyes closed until he heard your figure approaching. It took him exactly one second to realoze the situation and then he turned around to call for Noya, whom arrived in front of you in no time, pushing his unimpressed coach aside.

“Y/N~! You’re finally here! Thanks for brining my stuff! Now come in, I need to show you my new reiceive move, even Tsukishima thinks its cool!” You just nod and get in the warm hall, following his urgent gestures. He doesn’t even seem to notice what you’re wearing as he takes his bag from your bags. At least not until Hinata points it out.

“Noya-san! Your girlfriend/boyfriend is wearing youir jacket! That is so cooool!” he says with big eyes and immediately pays for it as he misses a ball and takes it right to the head.

Nishinoya looks up in question into Hinata’s direction, as though his brain was recreating what the younger boy just said to him. Then his gaze slowly moves torwards you and his eyes wander down to where his black training jacket still hung from your shoulders, now a bit wet from the rain.

Kiyoko was by your side in no time as you watched Noya’s whole embrace glow at your sight, the realization in his eyes growing bigger and bigger as his hands formed excited fists next to his happy face. “The jacket is kinda wet, Y/N. If you could take it off I’ll hang it somewhere and-”

“NO!” Nishinoya is at your side so fast you barely noticed how he moved, now putting his arms on your shoulders in a protective manner, already turning your body away from a very confused Kiyoko. “No, no, thank you Kiyoko, but they’re totally fine, we’re all good. It will have dried in no time! Especially with our bodies radiating so much heat.” And with those words he steps closer to you and embraces you in his warm arms, nuzzling his face into the fabric of his own jacket. “I’ve always been a fan of our uniform, but this kinda just makes it a hundred times better.” You can hear him mumbling and smile, as you press him even closer to you.

He asks you to stay and he definitely slays these new moves he just leanred simply because you’re there, looking all adorable in his training jacket. Please do not even think about taking it off, because Noya will not stop bragging to the rest of the boys, from now on until forever.

Oikawa Tooru:

It was normal that Tooru was usually a bit late to dates and other kinds of meetups. He was always quick to forget the world around him when he was at practice, so you were used to waiting for him. In the beginning of your relationship it got you frustrated quickly, but now you got used to it, because normally Oikawa made up for it with a lot of cuddles and great food.

But today was unusual. Tooru was always on time when you met up at his place after school or practice. Of course you showed up earlier and decided tro wait on the front porch so you could surprise and greet him when he would arrive. But his mother was quick to notice you sitting on the steps and welcomed you in and you found the way into his room on your own.

More minutes passed and you found yourself bored, but especially wondering where he was. You were about to text him another message when you saw that he had just read the messages and sent you a quick emoji to tell you he was on his way. You smiled, knowing that it would now take him at least another 20 minutes before he would show up because he now felt bad and got something at the grocery store for you.

So you got up again and looked around the all too familiar room, eventually ending up in front of his wardrobe and rummaging through it. A warm piece of clothing then fell in your hands almost naturally and you smiled down on it, not hesitating a single second to put it on.

Oikawa eventualy showed up a bit earlier than you expected him and you turned around in surprise not too long after as he rips open the door and practically collapses into your arms. “I’m so sorry Y/N I was already on the way when you texted me and-” He inhales and then stops abruptly, leaning back with a questioning look on his face. Realization hits him just a second laterand all the exhaustion leaves his face in the matter of a second and is replaced with a smug smile, though you can see the softness in his eyes. “Did you miss me this much, Y/N? You know, next time just visit me right at practice in the gym hall, wearing exactly this, and I’ll never be late to anything ever again.”

And he really isn’t. Instead, the rest of his team just groans displeased when you show up at practice because they know he will never shut up about it

Terushima Yuuji:

Going to games with the rest of the team and accompanying them to cheer them on was one of your most favorite things in the world, especially since you were in a relationship with Terushima. The boys always were so energized and eager to play, you wouldn’t wanna miss a single day.

But today was different. Some of the team members got sick on the bus ride to the game and now the energy of the team was a complete different one. You could just press yourself tighter against your boyfriend as the libero of the team got a bit green in the face and seemed to loose control over his gag reflex as he covered his face with a bag. That’s the least he could do, you think, but you can’t hold back from being disgusted either way. You were just hoping that whatever was getting around didn’t stick on you or Terushima, let alone enough members that they couldn’t play today.

However, something had to happen. Right before they arrived the bus took a sharp curve and the bag the person next to you in the bus was holding, wavered dangerously and you didn’t have enough time to get out of the way before its content spilled all over your jacket and you couldn’t help but cry out loud as your boyfriend started to laugh.

Misaki, the team’s manager, scolded him for it as you were busy complaining. She made him pay for his lack of empathy by handing you his bag with clothes for you to change as soon as you arrived. You took it with a dark look into his direction and took the first shirt that fell into your hands - his jersey.

When you found the group of yellow jackets again, no one seemed to take notice of you at first. Until Yuuji showed up next to you with the fattest smile on his face. “Almost mistook you for Misaki. Now you’re a real part of the team, Y/N!” Suddenly he starts jumping around all excited, pointing at you while calling all the others and sharing the news.

Anyways, for the rest of the day he will NOT stop staring at you. Can’t go 5 minutes on the field without his eyes wandering over to you, resulting in the team losing some points. At the same time, he feels better than ever to win this match and to be honest, their opponent has a hard time trying to catch all the balls flying their way.

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I could sure use some of your relentless Malex positivity today. It just feels like we haven't even seen them getting to be friends (or sharing the screen basically at all) and the promo pics for 3x08 just look like them arguing again, and the other involves Maria and neither look too happy there either. At this point I don't even want a romantic Malex scene because it would come out of nowhere given that their 2 interactions so far have been more antagonistic like season 1. Do you still have hope that we didn't waste another season being told Malex will be friends only to not get to see anything? I really had high hopes for Chris taking over after what he gave us for 2x04 but at this point all that hope is gone.

Oh nonnie, I'm so sorry you're currently not feeling like things will be handled in a way that'll be convincing to you. That sucks. :(

I think at this point, many of us are excited, but also a tad anxious about how they'll handle their story. Whether we'll like how it's told, whether it'll feel natural or forced, whether things will be allowed to develop, or if they'll skip steps that would've been important to people.

They won't be able to make everyone like it, that's impossible. And given their decision to let one day play out per episode this season, they might speed things up a little - I'll admit that I still like that a bit better than when weeks or even months passed in canon in the past, and supposedly NOTHING had happened during that time.

I think it's a good thing, that Malex do have history tho. Lot's of history in fact. And we know they love each other. Soooo much. Still. And we have Vlamburn, who manage to ignite a fire on screen by just looking at each other. Their chemistry is SO good, I feel like they'll manage to make a lot of things convincing, even when the writing doesn't 100% support it.

Like you, I'd been looking forward to them building their friendship, that hasn't happened yet. But I also know that I can see them going from slightly antagonistic to love declaration in the blink of an eye - because they've always been like that.

They went from antagonizing each other to passionately kissing in 1x01, followed by antagonizing each other, to "I never look away", and back to more passionate kissing in 1x02 - and it was absolutely believable because they have history. 1x01 wasn't some one-night-stand thing, it was a kiss a decade in the making.

So, if they don't become friends over the course of several episodes before they declare their undying love for each other, but do it the other way around, I'll still buy into it.

Their relationship isn't some tame thing that will patiently work down a ToDo list of steps. Their relationship has always been wild and a little messy. There were missteps. There was hurting each other. But there's always been love, too.

Imo the underlying love is what will make a lot of ways they could tell their story work tho. And they can always work on their friendship going forward, that's not something they have to skip should there be a passionate moment in 3x08.

Also, they're not done figuring everything out yet. Not at all. They still have to talk about a lot of things. So what if they do one thing before another? That doesn't mean they can't take that step a little later.

I think their friendship will develop fairly quickly when they are both on the same page, like, love confessions from both, and a commitment from both to make it work.

And imo they can get to that point in their relationship fairly quickly without it feeling unrealistic or rushed. Again, plenty of things they'll have to figure out, but because of their long history, I believe it'll work.

To answer your question: Yes, I still believe in good things coming our way, and I don't think we'll feel like they've wasted another season after the S3 finale (okay, we'll probably always feel like they wasted half a season bc there were only 2 Malex scenes in 7 episodes ;P).

I really hope that whatever they'll do, will be something you can enjoy and get behind. Maybe not immediately, but I hope by the end of S3, you'll feel more positive about the whole thing than you do now.

Sending much love your way, nonnie, also a large box of Malex excitement from my personal collection. I'm SO pumped for Monday, and the rest of the season, I won't be running out of excitement anytime soon! I'm happy to share with anyone who needs some 😘

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